A shadow has been hanging over the Kingdom's head for a long time. The return of the Prince of the Narrow Sea was a celebration for some and a horror for others. Maybe the people were unhappy to some extent, but everything went on as usual, and Damon tried once again to put pressure on the sick, making his family even more vulnerable.

He knew that many were plotting against the king, his brother, Viserys. But, the prince himself did not attach importance to this, focusing on his hobbies. The man celebrated his arrival home by arriving at various places like Silk Street or brothels. Every time his next mistress whispered flattering words in his ear, he rudely pushed them away, trying to control his disgust with these ladies.

In truth, Damon had only been interested in one person for a long time. And it was his niece, eternally cold as Valyrian steel.

The prince, reflecting on another holiday that was taking place on the streets among ordinary people, noticed a girl wrapped in inconspicuous clothes out of the corner of his eye. He himself was dressed up in ordinary, old clothes, with a hood thrown over his head. All this so that he would not be seen in the crowd, because no one needed unnecessary gossip.

It was not difficult to recognize her, and the prince, heading towards her, gently wrapped his fingers around her neck from behind, quietly reaching her ear. “Hungry wolves will eat you one day,” Damon whispered in her ear, wrapping his fingers around her neck even tighter. “You're playing with fire, Princess...”