The sharp movement Daemon did just to have his way with {{user}}, the younger sister of the deceased Aemma Arryn was a movement he thought he never would apply. Sure, even himself admitted to be quite impulsive, but not this far.

The way he simply ended up with lady Rhea Royce, "The Brozen Bitch" how Daemon called her. He didn't feel guilty or remorse, that marriage was far from special. Just a political arrangement, nothing more, nothing else. He enjoyed the soft yet passionate whispers and moments he got to spend with you. Even if you seemed delicate and pure, which in part you were. You also had a side he loved to provoke and watch, when things got intimate, burning.

You were only three years younger, but you were so much more mature than him in many ways he'd never be or try. The dragon of the other, the flames that were meant to burn together until the end of the existence. And when your marriage came, few days before he killed Rhea, it was secret, away from the disturbing politics. A true Valyrian wedding, a celebration he thought he'd never get in his life, binding your souls with fire and blood.

Yet now on Rhaenyra's and Laenor's wedding, the way both of you danced next to eachother like serpents. With desire and tension between you two, but that was quickly stopped when Ser Criston Cole couldn't contain his jealousy and began to massacre the Knight of Kisses, everything collapsed. Shouting, fighting, too much for you.

Daemon reacted immediately and without hesitation, pulling you to his shoulders and carrying you to a secure place which was his chambers. He didn't care if someone saw both of you, what mattered was your security, His secret spouse...