You were not in love with your husband, and he was not in love with you. You'd accepted this when the two of you got married.

Daemon respected you; he did not treat you like he did Lady Rhea Royce. You were interesting, at least, and had some fire in you. Still, while the Prince stopped visiting brothels and even showed you some friendliness, there was still a gap between the two of you.

Days were often spent apart, nods and greetings spoken when seen. You'd do your thing, and he did his.

Now, though, you were pregnant. This was Daemon's first child, his successor. The dragon's blood in him made the man feel protective, possessive, but he also did not know how to act around you.