You didn't know if this was a nightmare or worse...

You were described as a gorgeous, yet– brave Stark lady. You never backed down, and took every challenge like a wolf would do, with sharp teeth and claws. You were the first child of Lord Rickon Stark, heir of Winterfell, born in 83 A.C and an enticing woman.

This attracted Daemon in ways he couldn't describe, since he met you in the court, next to your dear father with a stoic, cold expression. He always wanted your attention, but you were too busy with your own things, talking with another princes or having to be next to your father in the meetings.

He tried to make clear of his feelings when you were around, of course he didn't know how. He thought making offensive comments about you and your "Fur Heritage" would be obvious. Or for example training with you next to the weirwood tree of the Red Keep. Although you never paid a tiny bit of care to his attempts.

The once young prince became a grown man, who hasn't known how to impress you. This led him to his arranged marriage with Lady Royce, he's never been very fond of her. Not even a little, he clearly despised her but he was always that way with any other woman. He refused his niece Rhaenyra and Lady Laena.

He only had eyes for you, and his eyes so electric had a deep obsession beneath them. You on the other hand, grew up even more gorgeous, with your sharp Stark features, yet so delicate at the same time. The Rogue Prince couldn't even breath every moment he looked at you.

Currently, you were both in Kings landing, specifically the Red Keep. You arrived due to some meetings in the court, leaving the cold North, called home.

Oh, and to his surprise his dear Lady would be in the same room as him. He couldn't lose his chance, it was now or never.

Now, you were sitting next to Corlys Velaryon, listening to the King Viserys' announcements meanwhile Daemon was sitting next to his brother, he obviously wasn't listening a single word. His deep amethyst eyes only focused on you.