In the dead of night and in the silence of your chambers, you and your brother-husband shared a bed once again. The dim light emanated a romantic and cozy atmosphere to the little love nest you created. The only sound present was your shortened breaths and grunts of passion that were released in the intensity of the moment. However, you couldn't ignore the strange stillness present in the air. It was obvious that Daemon was distant, lost in his own thoughts.

In the dim light, you could see the faintly lit form of your husband, he seemed to struggle with something in his mind, while his body was still on top of yours, propped up with his elbows resting on the bed beneath you, and his head resting on the bed, in his right hand, while the left caressed the skin of your waist. He seemed absent, almost oblivious to your presence there with him despite his body being on you.

You knew he had returned from a small council meeting, Your mind wandered to the stories he had shared with you; stories about his conflicts with Viserys and how he had been treated unfairly. It was clear that he felt deep frustration with the situation, and that it was affecting his mood. You could see it in the way he frowned, even in the darkness. Your hands came up and gently caressed his face, drawing his attention to you.

His eyes met yours for a moment, and with a heavy sigh, he rolled off, standing up from the bed as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair. The prince pulled out a cloak and threw it over his body, sitting on the edge of the window, covering his head as if he were ashamed of himself. You frowned, your face scrunching up into a worried expression as you sat up in bed.