Dance of The Dragonwolf

The Storm

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Daemon

In the early morning hours, just as the sun began to cast its gentle glow on the world, a servant sent by his brother roused Daemon from his peaceful slumber. Stirring in his comfortable bed, a mix of annoyance and reluctance washed over him; groans and growls escaped his mouth. Yet, his duty called, and after a moment of deliberation, he resolved to make his way to the Small Council Chamber. Mysaria couldn't accompany him last night, so he had slept alone; the bed had felt colder, he was used to sleeping alone, but last night his bed felt somewhat colder than usual.

Daemon knew there was nothing between him and Mysaria; they were two simple 'friends' enjoying each other's company. Pleasure of flesh was a good way to spend time together; it helped him to feel relieved and not think about anything for hours; it helped him to escape the World and just feel pleasure.

As he walked upstairs, Daemon wondered what Lyanna would say if she saw him like this. His mouth still reeked of alcohol, but he hadn't drunk much, not enough to make himself drunk, just enough to clear his head. Lyanna once told him that she didn't like it when he drank too much. Eventually, Daemon stopped, and he promised never to get drunk again. And Daemon kept that promise and would continue to do so.

As he took a turn, he saw a group of ladies gossiping to one another loudly; they were servants, he could tell from their clothes.

"All Healed, how could have that happened?"

"No one knows, the Red Lady; I heard people talk of her and the dark priest with her."

Daemon briefly wondered what they were discussing but decided to ignore them; servants and ladies in the Red Keep loved to gossip about everything; it was like they couldn't survive the day if they didn't discuss someone else's business. Daemon concluded they were probably talking about a new healer in King's Landing; it was not the first time the City had one of these. Men and women who traveled from far away, claiming they had ways of helping people, were almost always just liars, trying to win some gold by fooling people.

Daemon soon entered the Small Council Chamber; unlike yesterday, everyone else had already arrived there.

"Good morrow, your grace." Daemon greeted, but his brother simply motioned for him to sit down; he knew something must have happened. Everyone around the table seemed nervous and a little anxious, besides his grandmother, who kept her head high as always.

"What started this meeting so early in the morrow?" Daemon eventually questioned; he wanted to know right away if something had happened to his son.

"Last night, there was an attack on the Faith of the Seven," Otto answered grimly before the King could; he seemed like a rat whose tail was caught in the trap. Daemon tried but failed not to smile smugly, but he quickly placed his hand over his mouth, trying to hide it, but Otto and his big brother seemed to have noticed.