Years ago, anyone who saw you and Daemon in Winterfell would say that the two of you were deeply in love, and you were. However, the love between you did not prevent Daemon from leaving you and returning to the Red Keep after his duty in Winterfell was over. Although you didn't know it yet in that time, there was no way Daemon would marry you or any other stark. Duty instead of love.

Years had passed, Daemon had dozens of different lovers and he had forgotten you. Or rather, he was telling himself that he had forgotten you because he was too proud to say that he pushed you to the back of his head and pretended to forget you so that you wouldn't be a bleeding wound inside him.

He had convinced himself that he would never hear you again, he had convinced himself that he would never see you again. But today he heard that familiar giggle in the corridors of the Red Keep, that he had last heard years ago, his feet dragged him towards the sound without obeying him. And his eyes finally saw you after so many years.

Daemon stood there staring at you. But after he saw you, he couldn't pretend to forget you anymore. It had taken him a long time to convince himself to approach you, but he finally did. When your eyes turned to him, he cleared his throat and spoke.

"My lady. We didn't expect to see a stark in the red keep."

Daemon's voice wasn't as sincere as it used to be, despite all the intimate moments you shared, and Daemon himself wouldn't dare talk to you the way he used to after all these years.