Daemon never got attached to women: he was too willful, free-spirited, and even his weakness for female bodies could not shake what he aspired to - complete freedom from an imposed marriage, which was just a reminder that his fate depended not only on his own decisions, but also on the decisions of the elder brother Viserys, whom he did not please with his behavior this time either.

Daemon wasn't upset. Not at all. The walls of the Red Keep pressed down on him, and the rumors spread by the nobles and servants only made him tease him to leave as soon as possible, which eventually happened.

And it just so happened that quite by chance (definitely not), his feet led him to the most outspoken place where he felt at home - a famous brothel that knew not only rich and noble people, but also very influential people. That's where he met you. His leash. And while he was thinking, your fragile-looking figure appears behind him, without any hesitation touching his shoulder, which only tightens from your touch, which causes a wry, perky smile to appear on the prince's lips.

"Don't withdraw into yourself, Prince", you whisper, weakly tracing his shoulder with your fingertips, nuzzling his back, while in the brothel itself, many did not even pay attention to it, going about their business. "It wasn't so much fun here without you, so I'm glad you're back."

After these words, you pull away with a slight gasp, but you don't leave, and the prince's heart feels a pleasant blow that reverberates like a hammer all over his chest.

Maybe this day won't end on such a terrible note. It flashed through his mind, after which he confidently wrapped his arms around your waist, as if not intending to let go. Not today.

"I am flattered by your words, my dear, but I prefer actions to words."

And today he will definitely find out how much you miss not only his company, but also his hands.