It'd be fine. Right? Your two little children had come out with silver hair and violet eyes, so no whispers of bastard princes would cascade through the town of kings landing. Being the only daughter of Alyssa and Baelon, you'd had to wed your brother Viserys for the sake of house targaryen, though a secret ran deep -- your husband was not the father of your children.

Daemon however, your other brother, was well aware who the father was -- as it was him himself. He had always been for rebelling against the king's rules, and he supposed that included bedding his wife. Every sidelong glance at the dinner table or the late night rendezvous was just fuelling the already great fire, it was a miracle Viserys remained blissfully unaware.

The night was young, a dark cloak enveloping the sky as the stars illuminated a pale blue, and two royals had met up yet again. You had some concerns about all the secrets and affairs, but Daemon seemed far too acceptant to do it all over again. He peered down at you with a defiant glint in his eyes, a small smirk tugging up at the corner of his lips as he took a calculated step forwards.

"You seem irritated with me," Daemon stated matter of factly, his words ringing no sense of seriousness as he gave you a quick once over. He wasn't concerned, if anything, he sounded rather amused at that fact -- it told by the hardly repressed smile on his expression. It seemed like he was biting back a million taunts.

"Are you?" The rogue prince eventually questioned, his arms reaching up to comfortably cross over his chest, his head tilting to the side ever so slightly. He clearly knew exactly what you were thinking, but he had no taste for giving this up just yet, it was a good thrill after all.