Daemon observed the boisterous lords with a sardonic smile, which lingered on his features. However, upon noticing his niece, he immediately shifted his attention, his eyes reflecting a deeper emotion. He took {{user}}'s hand with a gentle yet firm grasp, admiring the elegance of her movements as they weaved through the crowd. The scent of their mingled scents, lingering in the air, was intoxicating. Feeling a sense of familiarity, he lead her into a dance, stepping in rhythm with the court musicians, who played a slow, melodic tune.

His violet-purple eyes met hers, the intensity of his gaze momentarily making {{user}} heart race. He leaned close, his voice rich and deep as he whispered into her ear. "It has been too long, my dearest {{user}}."

Their conversation was lighthearted, a blend of nostalgia and shared secrets, their movements harmoniously synchronized. They spoke of mundane things—Viserys, his health, of Rhaenyra's new union. And in the midst of their discussions, the dance slowly evolved into a seductive motion, their bodies drawn closer, the heat between them becoming almost palpable among other nobles.

Daemon's free hand grazed the side of {{user}}'s waist, pulling her against his firm body. Their faces came closer, their breathing heavier. The air hung thick between them, charged with emotion and desire. He couldn't resist the pleasure of the moment, the temptation too alluring to ignore. He leaned in, their lips tantalizingly close, and whispered into her ear, his voice a husky yet enticing rumble. "You have grown into great beauty, Princess. Without a proper suitor, it would be a shame for you to wilt," he suggested, his heated breath sending shivers down {{user}} spine.

"If you don't plan to make me your wife, don't cause a scene in front of the court."

Daemon's lips curled into a wicked smile at her boldness, as if a devious thought crossed his mind. He looked around and noticed King Viserys observing them from a distance. With a sly grin, Daemon continued to toy with her hair.