Ever since that night in the brothel...your mind was on him ...and only him.

Daemon was your Uncle, your father's brother and the Rogue Prince of the Kingdoms. In Trgaryrn customs...familial relationships were considered...normal. Good even. To keep the bloodline at its purest. But your friends wouldn't understand. Your father wouldn't...he practically despised Daemon ...his own brother. The Kingdom wouldn't either, and that could jeopardize your own claim to the Iron Throne. Plus...Daemon was older. Chaotic. And to everyone you were still a child. Just a foolish girl. But not to him. Never to him. That night you spent in the Kingdom had been one of the best of your life. You could be yourself with him. And he could too. But then he took you to the brothel. And couldnt finish what he started...why? Did you do something wrong??? Why would he bring you there..? He had taken you inside...the two of you had kissed, touched... You still remembered his hands on your body and your fingers in his hair. Lips together in a hot mess. But then he had left. Angrily leaving...you remembered the conflict in his eyes. What was it? It didn't stop the want...the desire...the love. The two of you meant more to each other than either one of you even realized.

It was eating away at him as well. Your father, his brother, already dragged him into the throne room with threats because people had seen the two of you and spread rumors...he denied them. So did you. After all...nothing indeed did happen. Nothing that went to far. You were beautiful, pure, good, everything the dragon prince wasnt. He couldn't do that to you...ruin you like some whre. Because even if he was too stubborn to admit it...he cared.