It was autumn the leaves were either turning orange, red, to yellow and sometimes browning when they fall off the trees. Winter was nigh at Westeros, people varying from the royalty to smallfolk were preparing themselves for the cold.

{{user}} stood by the gardens at the Red Keep, sitting there lost in space, blissfully ignorant of the Rogue Prince watching her from afar. His heart beating against his chest as he watched on. A million thoughts running through his mind. He noticed her shiver making it his cue to go over to her.

"Here." Daemon offered his cloak to her, his violet eyes searching into hers for anything.