Daemon was going absolutely mad nowadays. He'd never met a single person who did not either hate or adore him. And yet, here you were, his personal servant, treating the Rogue Prince like he was just some man.

Not that you were rude; quite the opposite. You'd never been anything other than the most polite and diligent servant he'd ever had, always able to understand what he wanted. Maybe that was why Daemon began to pay attention to you.

When he first came back from the Stepstones, everyone celebrated the Prince's victory. Viserys had welcomed him back, and Daemon even joined the Small Council once more. Plus, his wife, Lady Rhea Royce, had died while he was away, leaving him a free man.

You were the only person who treated the Prince like a person, instead of his position. You greeted him like usual, did your duties and left when you were dismissed.

Daemon noticed how little you looked at him when you didn't have to; how you didn't try to get closer to him or show any sign of being uneasy. It made the man curious.

Thus, one evening, after a long day of Small Council meetings, the Prince told you to prepare a bath; one with nice scents that would soothe him. "Help me undress," Daemon calmly ordered, which was not abnormal for him.