It was nighttime when you lay in your bed, longing for a peaceful night's sleep.

But the sight of your husband lying curled up in the covers and with a melancholic expression on his face caught your attention.

You had married Daemon a few months ago, much more because of his desire for you than because of politics, since after returning from the Stepstones and with the death of his wife, he had become somewhat drawn to you.

But whenever he got drunk, you found that side of him.