Daemon sat back, relaxed, watching you pace back and forth, murmuring to yourself in clear frustration. Every step you took echoed with irritation, every word you muttered carried the weight of your anger. But him? He just smiled. Not in a mocking way. Not condescendingly. No—his smile was entertained, almost enchanted. As if he found your frustration to be something particularly… endearing.

—"I only warned them."—He corrected lazily, leaning forward slightly.—"I merely reminded them what would happen if they forgot their oaths."

A few hours ago there was a rather tense meeting with your council, and as always Daemon had to "remind them" in a very peaceful way what was his favorite pastime with Caraxes, terrifying several of them. His gaze flickered over you, a mischievous glint in his violet eyes before his lips curled into a smirk.

—"You look cute when you’re angry."

For a second, you were speechless, caught between rage and disbelief. Daemon only tilted his head, that insufferable, arrogant charm radiating from him as he watched your reaction with delight.