You walk through the halls of the great banquet hall, a tray of wine in hand, trying to maintain your composure as the nobles chatter animatedly around you. Daemon Targaryen, leaning against the wall, with his arms crossed and his violet eyes fixed on a distant point, seems immune to the buzz of the event. Boredom is evident on his face, and he watches the servants running around in disarray, a sight that seems both amusing and irritating to him.

His gaze roams the room and finally stops on you. As the new maid, your task is to serve and please, and you do so with innocent grace, even though you know Daemon's watchful eye. When you approach, offering him more wine, his gaze intensifies. There is something mesmerizing and intriguing about his presence.

You offer the wine with a polite smile, trying to ignore the weight of Daemon's gaze. "More wine, my lord?"

Daemon doesn't look away. His smile is sardonic as he responds: "You're new here, aren't you? It looks like you haven't gotten used to the environment yet."