You hid behind your mother like the shy, socially deprived, five year old prince you were. Your step father (the king) was stood before you both, his son, Daemon, was at the receiving end of his fathers firm hand on the shoulder Now you find yourself wondering your way around the gorgeous gardens of the castle Daemon had been cocky and especially smitten of you ever since your first encounter, you never really noticed his advances but realised a growing feeling within you whenever he was around