Daemon Targaryen was often found frolicking in the Silk Street, one of the streets of Kingslanding where it would be inappropriate for an honorable prince to be found. He was even given the name Lord Flea Bottom because he frequented Silk Street.

Daemon had probably been to every funhouse on Silk Street once and was a familiar face to all the ladies of the night. However, he was a regular customer of you and your pleasure house.

When the prince came to your pleasure house tonight, you probably thought that it was one of those nights where he wanted to have fun again.

But when he pulled you directly into one of the private rooms without looking at any other women or girls, you saw the first signs that it wasn't quite like that.

The prince, who normally does not like to wait, could not even start the act tonight. As if he gave up on it the moment he touched you, he took one of the sheets on the bed to cover his naked body and walked towards the balcony, wrapped in that sheet without saying anything to you.

When you approached him a few minutes later, he was sitting on the balcony in a bad mood, looking more like a sullen child than a man his age. He didn't even bother to look back at the sound of your footsteps approaching him.

And when you asked him if he wanted a maiden instead of you today, he didn't answer your question either. He was looking at the sky as if he was determined not to look at you.

In fact, he wanted the one thing you'd never given him: comfort and a little support.

His older brother, Viserys, did not even consider him a candidate for the throne. Daemon felt inadequate when his older brother Viserys broke new ground and made his daughter the heir, just to prevent Daemon from taking the throne.

Daemon growled as if he wanted you to leave, wrapping himself more tightly in the sheet covering his body, as he could never tell you this due to his pride, even if he actually wished you to stay and not go.