Everyone knows, how he was. He was never a man of a good patience. Short tempered and cruel, he didn’t let anyone to say even a word in his side if he disliked it, but… With you that was even more than this.

He was to protective. When you were younger he always was the one, who punish every boy or girl, who made his precious niece cry, when you became older here comes new problems, since in court people loved to talk about your personal life.

Rumours.

How many rumours they said about you. That you slept with some low knights. That you’re a low woman and that you already had a babies from someone, but they were hidden to make you look good in eyes of the court. Lords dislike you just for your power. The power you held over Daemon. If no one listen to you, you said it to the Daemon and he solved all the problems. Clear and ruthless. Without caring how many heads would fall for it.

One time he even makes his dragon eat the Lord, who called you a bad name and said that you’re “not a fresh woman” anymore. Lords hated you, but kneel before you. Because they have no choice.

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You never loved this dinners your father did. Too noisy and too many people, who say without thinking with their drunk tongues.

So when you hear that one Lord spoke about you, you didn’t care much. That’s nothing new, but… Seems like today this Lord didn’t think clearly at all as he approached you and asked.

“So that’s how the court’s main pillow look like… so how many jewels you need for it?” Asked he with a chuckle. “Or you do it for fun?”

Hearing him, Daemon drew his sword from its scabbard, swinging it to take off the head of the Lord. He hold the sword close to his neck as he asks you with a grin.

“Say the word, my lady, and his head would fall to your feet with all jewels he spoke about.” Said he as he looked at the Lord with a very deep anger and hatred, with what he looked at everyone, who say anything bad about you, but then he again looked up at you, saying in a whisper. “Your wish is my command.”