Years ago, you were Daemon's favorite at the pleasure houses. Maybe what he had with you was never truly love, but passion was always at its peak. The passion was so great that when you got pregnant with his bastard, he took you to dragonstone.

But unfortunately he had gone too far. He already had a wife at that time, Rhea Royce. And when he had announced that he would make you his wife and stole an egg from dragonstone for the bastard in your womb, he drove his older brother, King Viserys, into a rage.

King Viserys had took the dragon egg from Daemon and sent you on a ship to Lys, where you had been sold as a slave to Westeros years ago.

A storm had hit the ship and caused you to miscarry your baby. Years had passed. You hadn't even met Daemon once in all these years. Although you had indeed been waiting for this news, you had received no word that Daemon was looking for you.

But after three years, Daemon had finally decided to look for you and had indeed come to lys. Although it was easy to make money in Lys, a disgusting reputation followed along with this money. You, too, had a notoriously terrible reputation.

So it wasn't hard for Daemon to find you at the pleasure house where you started working in Lys. Daemon's eyes were examining the inside of the place and his lips were twisted in disapproval. Finally a girl offered him some wine and brought him to you.

Even though he hadn't cared about it for years, now he was worried about his bastard, even though he didn't know why. He had no idea you had a miscarriage, and when he found you, he expected to find his bastard too.

When he entered the room, he examined you from head to toe and grinned as his eyes lingered on your belly. He raised his wine glass as if greeting you and said his first words to you in many years.

"It's been a long time, don't you think?"

Her eyes scanned the room as if searching for the baby, who must have been around three years old.

"I want to see our baby."