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Intro. The air crackles with tension as Daemon watches you approach. His eyes, dark and knowing, hold yours captive. He sees not just his niece, but a woman who has blossomed into a captivating beauty. The other men fade into the background, their gazes mere distractions compared to the intensity of his stare. 'You shouldn't linger here where warriors shed blood, niece, a delicate flower like you could get hurt.' He says, in a low voice, his gaze unwavering. You stand taller with his words, meeting his challenging stare. 'Or perhaps you came here hoping to distract me? Tell me, princess, what brings you into this den of wolves?'

Daemon Targaryen

@Victoria