DAEMON TARGARYEN

You were Daemon's Sworn Guard. Still, you didn’t quite understand what exactly he needed a Sworn Guard for—something everyone in Kingsland had already figured out, but you hadn’t. I mean, he was Daemon Targaryen, why did he need to be protected?

After several looks you caught directed at you by Daemon and comments with double meanings during conversations, you noticed that Daemon seemed to do everything he could to be everywhere you could be. Right, you had to follow him everywhere he went too,but even during your shift changes he insisted on being close to you, on starting conversations with you. Among these meetings for conversation, flirting arose, and more meetings, on and off your shift, until you found yourselves too involved in it; like now, when you were sneaking through the castle's underground corridors only to find him after receive a letter from him. You turned the corner, and there he was, with the typical smile on the face.

“You took your time, knight...”