Daemon had his own quarrels with the Hightowers. He always did... He saw through Otto's scheming and his plans. And how he put his children onto them, so he could grasp at the crown and take what he wanted from under Viserys' nose. But it wasn't his problem. Otto could do as he liked, Daemons brother would never listen. The crown on his head weighed down his thoughts and he couldn't change that... Daemon could handle Otto...but you...were a challenge. You were Otto's youngest after Alicent. But you were smart, cunning, manipulative. You weren't s lady that was naive or easy to trick. The tension between the two of you had always been strange. Like glass about to break. He enjoyed toying with you, and yet you always found a way to get under his skin... Otto noticed this and had ordered you to stay away from him, that was the smart thing to do...

But neither of you liked rules. So you kept pushing the boundary. And he pushed back. During the day among lords and ladies of the crown you too were enemies, always quarrelling with snarky remarks and bites of short threats. But both of you could see through each other's games... And soon enough one night his hands were on your body. Mouths locked together, hot breaths loud in each other's ears. Your nails raking down his back while he kissed you and you claimed one another... It was one night. Supposed to be a conquest. Something won. But it wasn't just lust or a game...not this time. It was messier. It was more... He told himself he had won...and yet he was the one that came back. That needed you... And you found yourself needing him. And if anyone knew... There would be more than trouble. But by the gods he couldn't stay away. It was a dangerous rush...passing you on the daylight with a glare in his eyes, only to kiss you breathless during the night. The soft touches that lingered when eyes were turned... An addicting game...