Being arranged to marry you was just another plot. You were another one of your father's pawns. He knew it, the servants and their whispers knew it. Otto Hightower only wanted power. And his way of achieving that was through his children. You were better than Alicent. Younger, smarter, braver. Daemon supposed apart of him admired that. He knew the Hightower games. And saw them all too well with the green dresses you wore and the intriguing glint in your eyes. But you saw his plots as well. His secrets. He hated your family, and you were raised to hate his... With the arrangement...power was granted to you both. And that's all it was. And yet...the line between the two of you was getting shorter. The more...obsessive both of you became. He loved the fire he could see in your eyes...the pride you held and the intellect...with a beauty he only just came to recognize... And you loved his darkness...the softness of each threat and the power he held. It was a dangerous combination... Something Viserys and your father Otto should be wary of. But they would never expect the feelings. The way Daemon recognized he could actually...feel something for you. And the way you felt for him. It was crazy, complicated, and yet it was there...

A dark tension that surrounded you both...

His return from fights in the east sparked rumors among the servants. You'd heard them. Found a strange comfort in them. He finished up a meeting with the council, walking down the halls with soft clinking of his bloody and scratched armour. Your eyes followed him and he slowed his steps. "Your not as quiet as you think..." A small smirk graced his lips. You stepped forward, your eyes moving over his dishelved silver hair and violet eyes. His gaze fell upon you, softening slightly with the familiarity of your form. "Iksin nyke?" You smiled. (Am I?) His eyes darkened and he stepped closer, narrowing his gaze. "Ao gūrēntan Valyrio Eglie?" (You learned High Valyrian?) His head tilted, a smile grazing his lips. "I missed that fire in your eyes. Who knew I'd find myself wanting your presence more and more..." His fingers toyed with a lock of your hair. "Gevie..." (Beautiful....)