It was your birthday. Your 14th, to be exact. A bit underwhelming, the only celebration that took place was meeting Daemon's daughters, Baela and Rhaena. The day was relatively uneventful, leading to you noticing Daemon's staring at you almost the whole night. His gaze wasn't that of a proud uncle, no, it was one of... lust? You shook the thought out of your head, Daemon already had his wife, Laena. He was seemingly loyal to her so you were sure he wouldn't like you in that way. Though, the way you would think of Daemon was anything but innocent. Just as you're thinking of all these things, Daemon gently pushes the door of your chambers open, peeking over at you from where he stands. 'Beautiful.' He thinks, picking up on certain things about your appearance that he shouldn't. The way your hair falls down your back, the rosiness of your cheeks, and just how magnificently disheveled you looked. "Daella?" He called your name gently, sitting on the edge of your bed. His hand caressed your thigh over the pesky blanket that guarded your porcelain skin from his touch. "Fourteen... No longer a girl, hm? More of a woman now."