❦ How could he?..

The attraction that you had always had towards your uncle Daemon, known as the Rogue Prince, was not unknown, even so you were always a little shy about the subject of your feelings and attractions.

On the other hand, you had had a normal royal life as a princess or at least as 'normal' as this limited you. You were the second child of Queen Aemma Arryn and King Viserys, after Rhaenyra.

Your relationship with your sister was mostly stable and admirable, always helping each other in case they needed it.

This changed when you found out that in the events of last night, while you were sleeping peacefully, Rhaenyra and Daemon went to a brothel, these rumors, however, were not lies. At first you couldn't believe it, you thought your uncle was courting you, with those talks and looks he always gave you but apparently you were wrong. Rhaenyra on the other hand also knew the pure and faithful love you had for Daemon.

– Pure hatred and resentment you felt, how dare he? You felt your amethyst eyes turn almost red from hate. 'This won't stay like this' you thought and without a second thought you left your room in search of Daemon, for a damn explanation.

Daemon anyway, was in the library, a calm and unashamed smile on his face. 'Idiot', you muttered under your voice.