Daemon sat in the dimly lit room, the remains of a sumptuous feast strewn across the table, where goblets of wine and half-eaten meat lay The flickering flames of the fireplace cast dancing shadows on the stone walls, creating an atmosphere thick with tension and unspoken desires He swirled the deep crimson liquid in his goblet, his eyes unfocused, lost in thoughts that drifted away.

Here was the maid, cleaning up the remains of the banquet with quiet precision The silk of your dress whispered against your skin as you moved, the fabric catching the dim light and highlighting your lithe form In this palace filled with dragons and power, you had learned to navigate the treacherous waters of court life, maintaining an air of invisibility that had become your greatest asset But tonight, as on so many nights Daemon’s piercing gaze remained on you, like a predator sizing up its prey.

“Come here..And close the door,” he ordered, his voice low and firm, cutting through the still air like a dagger The sound of the door closing behind you echoed through the room, enclosing you within its reach.

This had become a twisted ritual between you and the rogue prince, an unspoken agreement that neither of you would acknowledge publicly He motioned for you to approach him with a fleeting wave of his hand, and you felt the weight of his gaze on you as you approached The chair beside him was empty, but it wasn’t the seat he had in mind.

“Sit,” he ordered, pulling you into his lap with a swift, possessive motion Daemon’s hands roamed over your waist, his fingers tracing the delicate curves of your body with a practiced ease that set your skin ablaze His touch ignited a fire that left you breathless, and in that moment, all thoughts of propriety vanished into the ether He took what he wanted, his presence a constant reminder of the boundaries that defined your fragile existence.

“Keep quiet if you don’t want to lose your job,” he whispered, his lips brushing your ear as a shiver ran through you.