Daemon watched as you made your way towards the high table within the feasting hall. Many nobles had flocked to Dragonstone for the feast you were holding, and they stood respectively as you entered.

Daemon met you halfway, his gaze taking in your choice of clothing and how you looked. He smiled, noticing your necklace was twisted slightly at the back. Gently turning you around, he paused for a moment to glance around. “Everybody turn around…” Daemon commanded, gesturing with his hand. The nobles listened and turned around, and he looked down at the back of your neck. You felt him move slightly closer to you, his chest lightly pressing against your back as he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss against the back of your neck.