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In a brothel on the Street of Silk, some watched through the openings in a wall as Prince Daemon pounded into a prostitute from behind. She moaned loudly but Daemon had not found the same pleasure in it.
Groaning in annoyance, Daemon pulled out. He walked toward the window, covering his bare body with a thin cloak.
"What troubles you, my Prince?" Mysaria asked Daemon, slowly approaching where he sat, "I could bring in another. Perhaps a maiden. I have several."
She raised his hood, which allowed him to look up at her. "I could even arrange one with silver hair," She continued, knowing of his affections for Shaera. Everyone did.
Shaera had been married off for the first time at fifteen when rumors spread of their affair. More than thirteen years had passed and still, many spoke of the undying love between the two siblings, especially on Daemon's part.
Daemon stared up at Mysaria as she stroked his face. "You are Daemon Targaryen. Rider of Caraxes. Wielder of Dark Sister. The King cannot replace you."
She pulled him to her chest, allowing his head to rest on it.
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That night, Shaera was readying herself for bed when she heard the hidden door near her bed open. She laughed and turned, watching Daemon entering wearing a dark, hooded cloak.
She placed her brush down on the dresser. She rushed toward him, her arms wrapping around him tightly as she hugged him.
"If only everyone were so happy to see me," Daemon muttered as he buried his face into her neck.
Slowly, they pulled away from each other and Shaera smiled up at him. "I am always happy to see you, you know that. Even if I claim not to."
There was moment of silence before Shaera reached up, moving forward to kiss him. She stopped, pulling back when Daemon did not seem to be doing the same.
"Is this not what you came for?" Shaera asked curiously. She didn't understand. Usually the first thing he wanted to do when they reunited once more was bed her.
"I came for you, love," Daemon cupped her face in his hands, "I could not stand to be away from you any longer."
"Nor I, you," Shaera replied as she smiled up at him, "And now, I am back for good. You will not lose me again. Nor will you have to worry about what cruel drunkard I am married off to next."
"Do you remember what I said to you when I traveled to Old Town to visit you for the first time when you were wed to that Hightower fool?" He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, staring down at her with admiration.
