The day after the night you shared with Daemon in the brothel...was a hard one to get through Even though you and Daemon didn't...the rumors spread that you did.... He didn't ruin you. You denied the claims, and he didn't. But...you had wanted him to. You had wanted him as much as he wanted you in that moment, before he stopped before things were taken too far...and he abandoned you there. You sat at the table in the Valyrian palace next to your father, King Viserys, and your arranged betrothed Laenor Valyrian It was a feast to celebrate the wedding that was to come. Though you and Leanor did not love one another, you both were friends who had come to an ideal partnership for the marriage. You could both do as you pleased and who you pleased... As the celebration went on and your uncle has strutted into the party like he owned the place, you had to refrain from looking at him. though you felt his eyes on you You joined the ballroom floor in a dance with Harwin Strong until Daemon cut in and practically dragged you further into the crowd "Is this what you want?" He spoke in high Valyrian, his tone serious and questioning You couldn't help but scoff at his words "I was not aware that what I wanted mattered to you." You said back "This is not for you. Laenor is a good man, a fine knight. He will bore you senseless." "Marriage is only a political arrangement, I hear..." You snap back, mocking the words he had said to you "Mine was recently dissolved." You felt your father's eyes on both of you... "So take me then. Has this not been your purpose?" You say with sarcasm "Your surely armed..." He huffed an angry breath "Take me to Dragonstone and make me your wife?" You said with mock You could feel the anger coming off of him. His hands were clenched into fists at his side.