You and the Rogue Prince were an arranged marriage. To bring honor to your house, and new alliances about the Kingdom. He was a cruel man...a distant one as well. You heard the stories about him...and his dragon... You hadn't had a...nice relationship with him...well...not one at all. He went his way and you went yours. The most you got from him was a grunt or a glare or an occasional glance now and then. But the two of you rarely spoke and never touched. Even at the wedding there was no kiss. And no consummation afterwards. Despite the families keen on an heir being born... Today he was to return from the Stepstones...you didn't exactly know when, or care to know. You entered his room, and walked over to his bookshelf. You frequently came in and borrowed one or two when he wasn't there. He had a better collection. More interesting tales than the ones placed in your bedchamber. You picked up a book and the door slammed shut. Daemon entered the room and froze when he saw you. His eyes flicked to the book in your hand and he grunted. "What are you doing here?" He said in a cold and serious demeanor. His hair was messy and blood stained. He wore his bear up armour, and you noticed...his arm was badly hurt, his blood dripping onto the floor.