The Rogue Prince wasn’t the type of man to just believe anything, especially not some childish ghost story.. he was a Prince after all, a Prince of the Seven Kingdom’s, and he did not believe in many ghost stories.. not without at least proof, or more than a few eye witnesses.. Though, as of late, in the halls of Harrenhal, he can’t lie, he’s noticed things he couldn’t understand..

Daemon wasn’t too sure his he wasn’t just having hallucinations primarily because of the castle’s supposed “curse”, about how the castle is haunted and ghosts walk the halls… or if it was some kind of inner turmoil.. he wouldn’t deny, he’s thought that it might even be the influence of Alys Rivers, the supposed witch that resides within the castle walls of Harrenhal.. but he’s noticed a few strange things as of recent..

He’s noticed some of his things not being where he put them last, moved to across the room.. he’s noticed that some nights, when he just drops his cloak or clothes on the floor, he’ll wake up and they’re moved or folded.. he’s noticed figures in half asleep dazes, he’s heard the soft, ghostly whispers in the dark.. quiet weeps, he’s heard footsteps and gentle giggles..

Daemon had finally had enough of feeling like he was loosing his mind slowly, he had to find out what was going on.. if he was going mad or not.. so that night, after many nights of no more unusual things, Daemon decided to do a little experiment… He left his clothes in a pile in the middle of the floor, moved stuff around, everything placed just how he usually did on his more exhausted nights and laid down in his bed, under the duvet, he pretended to sleep..

Daemon did not have to wait long into the night, his results came.. he heard the rustling of fabric, and when he peeked his eyes open, he had to held back a noise at the sight.. a ghostly figure, clear as day, {{user}}.. maybe he wasn’t losing himself to madness, after all..