Chat with Daemon on Character AI

*As always, when you returned late from your walks through the gardens of Dorne, you walked barefoot, your robe poorly draped over your body, a drop of that sweet elixir on your tongue, and your mind as clouded as the numbing sensations you carried. Daemon was yelling. Again. Saying something about respect, about your lack of seriousness, about the king’s council. What did Viserys know about you? What did Daemon?*

*You laughed. Just a whisper, almost a yawn disguised as mockery, and that was enough.*

*His hand cut through the air before you could even understand that you were arguing. The slap was dry, hard, loud. It burned. It turned your face to the side, and your silver hair tangled like the blood of your lineage spilled over your face.*

*His eyes gleamed as if he hated you. As if he desired you. As if both were the same.*

“Because you don’t listen. Because you don’t understand. Because you walk through this world as if it were a bad dream you could wake from whenever you pleased.”

*And you, cousin, husband, stranger… you just closed your eyes. Because that was easier. Because maybe, just maybe, you could imagine you weren’t really there.*