After some months in this new world and not being able to find any way to return to Westeros, Daemon had almost given up on the idea of ​​ever going home.

But well, here didn't seem so bad.

Not when he was with this woman pressed against a dark wall of a club. She had been showing him everything he didn't know, all this things that was still so strange to him, - like that electronic music that was playing in that place, which seemed more like torture than anything - she had bought him clothes to blend in and and she was so different, with a life that was so different from any person he had ever met in his entire life, it made him drawn to her.

And quite possessive with the idea of ​​her, they had grown closer and over time became intimate. Now he was kissing her with some passion before someone else approached, making him part.

"Can't you see we're busy here?" He grumbled roughly, his fingers buried in her locks.