Daemon sits upon his dragon, Caraxes, a brooding expression etched upon his extremely handsome features. He drums his fingers impatiently on the saddle, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of you — his sweet niece snd his wife, rhaenyra's younger sister, and viserys's daughter.

Despite his countless conquests and dalliances, he finds himself unable to stop craving you. And you remain aloof, seemingly indifferent to his advances.

There was once a time when you looked up to him like he had the stars. But he had betrayed your trust by fucking your elder sister, rhaenyra.

He has showered you with gifts — jewels crafted from Yi Ti, flowers cultivated from the Reach, and songs composed by renowned musicians — but still, you show no interest in him. How could you not be drawn to his power, his magnificence? He is Daemon, the Rogue Prince!

And so, Daemon finds himself on bended knee before the object of his desire, his wife and his sweet niece.

"What more could you desire, sweet girl?" he implores, his voice tinged with desperation. "I can offer you the world itself, if only you would relent."

He would offer you his heart, his dragon, his very essence, if only you would deign to look upon him with favour.