𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙;ʰᵒᵗᵈ

4

"Father..... This can be discussed tomorrow morning as well." Astraea tried to rub the sleep off of her eyes but no avail. Her father had suddenly woken up just few hours after she came back to the Tower of the Hand and slept.

"I couldn't agree more with you, dear sister." Alicent says sleepily as she rested her head on her sister's shoulder. Both of the Hand's daughter had woken up hearing loud noises from their lord-father's office. Unlike their brother Gwayne who could sleep through a whole parade, they were light sleepers who would wake up at the slightest of the sound.

"Both of you can go to sleep. It isn't a matter that concerns you." Otto says quickly pinning the pin of the Hand on the fabric of his clothes.

"It must probably about Prince Daemon." Alicent says making Astraea wide awake. "What?" she asks. "Father can only get dressed in the hour of the wolf only for Prince Daemon. They have a long history together......" Alicent yawns. "Gwayne even dares to jests that Prince Daemon might be our new step-mother seeing their obsession with each other." Alicent says. "I personally do like a good enemies to lovers trope." she later adds.

"Sleep sister, you are not in your right mind right now." Astraea says. "Probably. Goodnight, Raea." Alicent hugs her sister and goes back to her chambers. Whereas Astraea quickly grabs the nearest cloak and went after her father.

"My little star, you know that there was no need for you to follow me." Otto says as his daughter quickly joined him. "Go back and sleep." he says patting his daughter's head. "No, I'm coming." One of Otto's greatest weakness was his youngest daughter to whom he could never say no to. He just sighed and continued walking as his daughter held his hand as they walked together towards their destination.

Alicent was right.
Astraea had never heard her lord-father talk so passionately about anything like he talked about Prince Daemon. 

After Astraea had heard what ruckus Daemon had caused this time her face went pale. He did what??!! and to think that she was the one who readied him for his so called 'nightly patrol' made her even paler.

She stood outside the council waiting for her father nearly dozing off and falling on the cold hard floor. But before that could happen she was caught by a pair of strong arms, she looked up to once again greet the owner of the mesmerizing purple eyes.

"My lady!" Daemon had clearly not expected for his lady to be outside when he exited the door of the council room. His eyes fell on her perfectly sculpted bare shoulder and cleavage, he soon noticed that she was dressed in her night gown and her green cloak had been discarded on the ground.

"Come with me." without waiting for her answer Daemon quickly led Astraea to the top of the castle. "Why did you bring me here?" Astraea asks trying to calm her breathing from climbing all those stairs.

Daemon watched how her chest rapidly rose and fell. He quickly took off his gold cloak and wrapped it around her, debating with himself if he should cover her chest or not. He soon came out of his train of thoughts as Astraea's questioning gaze was still on him.

"Staying in the same room as that c-...... man was suffocating." Daemon huffs as he laid down on the floor watching the stars above. 

"My father is not as bad as you say, you know." Astraea says. "So you do agree that he's bad, even if it's a little bit." Daemon says. "Not everybody is perfect in this world. Everybody had some good qualities in them and some bad qualities in them." Astraea says sitting besides Daemon maintaining a respectful distance in between.

"I beg to differ." he says. "I do not agree with your first sentence." he adds. "And why so? Do you know anybody perfect? And please don't tell me that it's you." Astraea says to which Daemon lets out a chuckle.

"I'm not perfect. I'm far away from being perfect, I'm not the perfect son, not the perfect brother, not the perfect uncle, not the perfect husband, not the perfect lover, not the perfect prince..... hell I'm even far away from being good." Daemon says and Astraea didn't like the way the prince infront of her spoke about himself.

"Prince Daemon-" as she was about to speak words of comfort to the Targaryen prince besides her she was cut off by her own yelp of surprise when Daemon pulled her towards him resulting her to place her hands besides Daemon's head in order to not fall on top of him.

"But you, you are a different story Astraea. You are everything I wished to be, a perfect daughter, a perfect sister, a perfect mistress, a perfect lady........ and I don't doubt that you'll make a perfect wife, mother, princess and if possible a Queen." Daemon says. 

Astraea just stared at his amethyst eyes and Daemon just stared at her amber eyes. It was quiet, deadly quiet until Astraea decided to break it.

"You hair upsets me." Daemon laughs at the comment made by his lady on his hair. Astraea sits up and drapes the gold cloak warmly over herself. Daemon was quick to lay his head on her lap and lean to Astraea's touch as she fixed his hair. "The color Gold really suits you." he says playing with the fabric of his cloak.

"There is a tourney to be held in my honor." Daemon says. "It is in the heir's honor." Astraea says. "Exactly what I said." Daemon says. "The King's new heir." she says. "That's only if your mistress is to give birth to a son." he answers. "It is a boy I say." Astraea argues. "A girl I say." Daemon argues back. "10 dragon golds that it's a little prince." Astraea bets. "20 dragon golds that it's a princess."

"Deal"

"Deal"

"I shall get going now, or else my lord-father will be worried." Astraea stands up. "You could have at least warned me." Daemon said as his head met the cold floor with a slight thud. "Goodnight, my prince." she grins as she leaves Daemon behind below the starry night just like the day they first met. 

"Are you not satisfied, my prince?" Daemon found himself in a brothel right after his small meeting with Astraea.

He looked up to the naked Mysaria who placed a small kiss on his head. "I could bring another. Perhaps a maiden." Mysaria offers.

"I could even manage one with amber eyes and dark hair."

Daemon's eyes spark at that offer. "Should I take that as a yes?" Mysaria asks. "Make sure that she has a mellow voice, half airy and only calls me my prince." Daemon says. "That was quite specific... but nonetheless I shall bring it to you." with that Mysaria exits to bring the somewhat replica of the woman of Daemon's dream.