It was late and Daeron was sitting in his chambers.

After drinking some wine - which wasn't unusual - he was quite drunk and didn't even hear the footsteps of his sister-wife who entered, closing the door behind her.

Much less did he notice when she climbed onto the bed, getting on top of him.

"Who's my good boy?" She asked, noticing the smile that appeared on his lips.

It was so easy to mess with him in that state...

"It's me." He murmured, looking at her with his eyes full with adoration.