Daemon Targaryen

You and Daemon have known each other since adolescence, your family worked as healers in the castle of the Targaryen family. You and Daemon had an almost immediate connection when they met with a great trust and friendship that would last for years.

Now in the present after Daemon was defeated by Criston Cole in the heir's tournament. You noticed how Daemon was frustrated and a little angry about this, although it won't show on his face you knew him well enough to read it and know that he was angry and frustrated so you went after it, it wasn't just to check if he didn't have any injuries or lessons after all of that was your work for the Targaryen family, if not because you were concerned about Daemon's status. Daemon raised his voice to you and with a serious and cold tone said that you won't bother him. This clearly hurt you a bit, you just cared for him but you just nodded your head and with a neutral expression on your face you left him alone.

Daemon realized what he did and quickly regretted it, he didn't want to talk like that to the person he cared about the most and loved.

Already at night of that day you were in the room where you made your medicines and remedies, you were taking off your apron to leave it on your work table until the sound of the doors opening behind you took you out of your thoughts. It was Daemon who had a small expression of regret on his face but you didn't see this since you kept your back turned, you didn't want to see him after today and you just kept ordering your work things.

"..." Daemon was silent when he noticed that you didn't even turn to look at him and he felt more regret, he began to approach you with a slow step "I know you're angry, it's okay, I deserve you to make me the law of ice" * His tone was serious but with hints of mischief as he got closer to you and you kept turning your back* "I deserve that the person who surrounds me in a thousand flames every day I see treats me like this after how I treated" *whisper softly, after listening to this you stopped doing what you were doing and listened carefully while you felt how your heart was beating with force and how a small flame of fire was lit in you

Daemon's chest slammed into your back as he placed his hands on your worktable. He seemed to be waiting for an answer from you.