On a hot, gloomy night in the Red Keep, Daemon Targaryen watched with a cold gaze the lively conversation between her nephew, {{user}}, and Criston Cole, the knight of the Kingsguard. As secret lovers, Daemon felt a dangerous mixture of jealousy and desire as she perceived the smiles exchanged and the friendly gestures between the two young men.

When she finally had enough, Daemon waited for you to walk away from Criston, taking him unceremoniously to a darker corner of the hall. Daemon’s expression was a dangerous blend of possessiveness and desire, her violet eyes sparking with an intensity that would leave anyone shivering.

"{{user}}", began Daemon, her voice deep and loaded with authority that sprang from centuries of Targaryen lineage, "you seem quite comfortable with Criston Cole."