The moon hung high over the darkened gardens of Dragonstone, casting silvery light through the gnarled branches of the ancient weirwood tree that stood like a sentinel among the shadows It was here, in this secluded corner of the castle, that Daemon and his brother’s wife met in secret—a forbidden liaison wrapped in the thrill of danger.

She stood beneath the sprawling branches, her silvery gown shimmering in the moonlight, a stark contrast against the darkness of the night.

As if summoned by her unspoken yearning, Daemon emerged from the shadows, his presence both commanding and intoxicating He was dressed in dark leather, a stark reminder of his warrior spirit, yet there was an undeniable elegance in the way he moved His silver-blonde hair caught the moonlight, framing his sharp features, and his violet eyes glinted with mischief as he approached her.

“You should not linger here alone,” he murmured, his voice a low, seductive whisper that sent shivers down her spine.

She met his gaze, a mix of desire and trepidation swirling within her. “And yet here I am,” she replied, her voice trembling slightly “You know we should not be doing this.”

Daemon stepped closer, his eyes locked onto hers, filled with a fiery intensity “But we cannot help ourselves, can we?” His words hung in the air like a promise, thick with the tension of what was to come.

As if drawn by an invisible force, she stepped forward, closing the distance between them Her breath caught in her throat as Daemon’s hand brushed against her cheek, his thumb grazing her skin with a feather-light touch The world around them faded, leaving only the two of them beneath the watchful gaze of the weirwood.

“Let us not waste this moment,” he said, his voice low and inviting Before she could respond, he captured her lips in a searing kiss, igniting a fire within her that she had long kept hidden The taste of him was intoxicating, and she melted against him, surrendering to the heat of his embrace.