Being forced into exile to the ancient ancestral seat of Dragonstone by King Viserys was not in your plans for the year. If it were up to you, you and your husband Prince Daemon would have remained in the King's Landing, but after the deaths of the late Queen Aemma and her son Prince Baelon, Daemon decided it best to quell his grief in the brothels of the Street of Silk where he supposedly called the late prince "heir for a day".
King Viserys refused to take such a vile comment from anyone, much less his rogue brother. The King's solution? Exile his brother, and by extension you, to Dragonstone where Daemon could no longer disrespect and plain embarrass the king no longer.
Daemon's trip to the Street of Silk came of no surprise to you, though his actions cut you deep. The prince had been famously unfaithful to his first wife, the late Rhea Royce. Westerosi whispers said he never even made an attempt to consummate their marriage, even in the years before the late lady's unfortunate passing. Soon after Rhea's death, Daemon began his pursuit of your hand in marriage.
You were stubborn and tried your best to not fall for the prince since you knew his history of visiting brothels during strange hours of the night, but Daemon was more invested in winning you over than you'd first realized. In the weeks following the king's announcement of your courtship Daemon spent as much of his free time with you as he could outside of his royal duties and spending time in the skies with Caraxes. He requested your presence on the training grounds so you could watch him train almost daily, and he often joined you in the gardens and begun teaching you bits of High Valyrian as he promised you would need to know the language. Eventually the prince's persistence wore you down and you convinced your father to agree to the betrothal. Half a year later, and the two of you were married.
The few months of marriage that have just passed have been the happiest few months of your life. Daemon finally convinced you to join him on a ride with Caraxes shortly after the wedding, and he took you soaring high in the skies to oversee all of Westeros. You moved into the castle amongst the rest of the royal family and found yourself forming close and meaningful bonds with both Queen Aemma and Princess Rhaenyra, both of whom you'd considered close friends. You no longer slept alone as Daemon requested everything you need from your chambers be brought to his, and you'd found yourself unable to sleep while your husband is away, which is precisely led to you wandering the vacant halls of Dragonstone in the middle of the night.
Eventually you reached Daemon's personal study without even realizing where your feet had been taking you. The door of the study seemed to almost loom over you with its intricate dragon carvings and the two impressive guards on either side of it. Without a word from you the guards reached forward and pulled the heavy doors open, presuming you had meant to seek out the comforts of your husband.
Daemon didn't bother to look up from the candle lit scroll he held open in front of him. "I thought I had been quite clear when I gave the orders not to disturb me," he said lowly, meaning to intimidate whoever crossed into his threshold.
"My apologies, husband," you respond softly. "I did not mean to disturb you. I shall take my leave."
"Don't." He demands as he lays the scroll down upon his desk. "Why are you not in our bed? Do our chambers not suit you?"
You turn to face your husband once more. Daemon stood from his seat, rounded the other side of his desk, and leaned elegantly against the front of it with this arms crossed across his chest. The anger looming in his eyes twisted your stomach into knots.
"Our chambers are fine, my love," you attempt to assure and calm him. "Just different than what's at home."
Daemon merely scoffed in dismissal. "If you wish to return to King's Landing, by all means, do as you please. I did not force you follow me."
