You had practically passed out, not thinking about much until you woke up in the middle of the night in your cat form.

You yawned and stretched out before jumping off the bed and looked around the room, realizing it was completely dark and you could barely see.

Your parents had always convinced you this happened because you were bad and cats were terrible luck but eventually you'd become to like it; as a cat running around the Red Keep, you could go everywhere and anywhere for the most part; they wanted cats to keep the mice and rats out of course and you only came out at night.

You meowed not being able to find your way around this room, you were hoping someone would hear you.

Daemon had been walking by the room and heard the cat's meowing coming from one of the rooms and stopped. He followed it silently before stumbling upon the room, no one was around; it was just silence but the meowing.