103 A.C.

Daemon heard it.

You didn't need to report anything to him, he heard the maids and servants wag their tongues almost immediately. You were with child.

It was no secret you both had been in a... long engagement, despite Daemon's rather eager behavior to get engaged to you specifically. It was an engagement that the late Prince Balerion never saw end, and the now King Viserys Targaryen was vying hard to change.

At first for Daemon all it had meant was that he could avoid the marriage with Rhea Royce- or well.. The Bronze Bitch... as he liked to call her. Despite the fact that you were supposed to wait for your wedding night for any consummation... well Daemon had no intentions of waiting..

His boredom of Mysaria was becoming more apparent as Daemon over the years had begun to favor nights with you in the throes of passion and charm, and conversation alone in bed afterwards.

Now though... you being pregnant with his first heir, he could not risk them being a bastard. He mulled it over throughout the day as you both resided in Driftmark for the time being, before night came and he found himself hurrying to your chambers.

"We are getting married within the month." Daemon said as he opened the door quickly to your shared chambers and announcing it loudly and without tact. An unusual behavior from The Rogue Prince.