I'm married to a psychopath. That's what Daemon thought as he watched the order his wife-niece gave to the guard as soon as she saw a lady - she didn't care where from- hitting on her husband-uncle. By the gods, Daemon could fuck you just imagining how far your jealousy went for him. It made his pants tight.

Daemon wasn't the most faithful husband in the world and the amount of time he cheated on you with maids, prostitutes and wenches, you could have built thirty harems with just them.

"You make me hard with every decapitation you order, darling." He murmured in her ear, the white strands of his hair flying in his face in the winds of DragonStone beach, his hands gripping her hips and his chest pressed against her back, a smirk on his thin lips as he noticed from the side the angry, but full, expression of his wife.