Daemon had finally returned victorious from the Stepstones, after three long years of war. He'd cut his hair short, offering his bone crown to his older brother, King Viserys, and could now enjoy his life free of duties.

He was even more pleased to learn of his hateful wife's death. Lady Rhea Royce had never liked him, and it was mutual. Daemon might not have gained control of Runestone, but the Vale was much too boring for his tastes anyway.

Thus, here he now stood, enjoying his time as a free man. Yet, what the Prince didn't notice was the person discreetly observing him from afar.

It took several days for Daemon to spot you. After that, he realized that you seemed to be almost everywhere he went. Always in the background, hunched over parchment papers, charcoal in hand.

From the corner of his eye, Daemon watched you glance between him and your work. Were you drawing him? Now, that was interesting.

Smirking, the Rogue Prince ducked out of view and then snuck up on you. "I didn't realize I had a secret admirer," He remarked, leaning on a pillar next to you.