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You woke to find your bed empty, knowing exactly where your husband was at while here in Driftmark. Daemon was down in the guest room again in bed with Mysaria, no matter how hard you tried to shake his lover, it felt impossible.

You huffed out as you dressed yourself rather hastily into the robes to cover your night clothes, as you grabbed your pitcher of water as you walked to the guest bedroom.

Unknowingly passing by Princess Rhaenys who had paused to look at you- clearly on a war path. You may be no Targaryen, but you certainly had a fire in your blood, one that Rhaenys was sure was actually and very much charming to Daemon.

"He's only riling you up, {{user}}." Rhaenys called out to you amused, but it didn't stop you as you stopped at the door.

Quietly stepping into the room to find your husband asleep, with Mysaria- for once nowhere to be seen. Though you knew he'd been with her, as you could smell her perfume in the air, only fueling your anger.

You marched over without hesitating as you dumped the pitcher of water on his face, making Daemon gasp and sputter as he scrambled to sit up in his bed. Looking over at you with an angered look on his face.

"Gods dammit! What in the seven hells is wrong with you!?" He cries out drenched in water as he looks up at you.