The Realms Rose | Aemond Targaryen / Daemon Targaryen

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Lorent woke up the following morning to a booming knock upon his chamber door. His heart hammering in his chest as he was awoken so suddenly from his peaceful slumber. Beside him, a petite blonde haired girl he had spent the night with curled into his back, an armed draped lazily over his chest.

"What is it?" He groaned, shielding his eyes from the blinding sunlight pouring into the room.

As the door burst open, revealing the imposing, forbidding figure of Daemon Targaryen, Lorent's heart leapt in his chest. He sat up slowly, running a hand through his messy hair as he attempted to disguise his shock. His eyes shooting down to the Prince's hip, dark sister resting ever so faithfully at his side.

Daemon's sharp eyes scanned the room, taking in the sight of the messy sheets, the half-naked girl, and Lorent's disheveled appearance. His expression remained unreadable, his jaw clenching and unclenching with irritation.

He took a few steps into the room, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword as his gaze came to rest on Lorent's face.

"A word..." He said gruffly, his voice low and dangerous.

Lorent swallowed the lump in his throat as he met Daemon's gaze. His eyes flickered briefly to the sharp blade at the man's hip before returning to his face. He quickly raked a hand through his messy hair, attempting to smooth it before responding.

"Of course." He said cautiously, his voice steady despite the trepidation he felt. He gently disentangled himself from the girl beside him and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, sitting upright with a groan, his head pounding from the gluttonous amount of wine he had consumed the night before.

Daemon watched Lorent closely as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his eyes narrowing as he took in the man's disheveled appearance. It was clear that he had indulged a bit too much in the festivities the night before, judging by his messy hair and swollen eyes.

Daemon's expression remained stoic as he spoke, his voice carrying a hint of irritation. "I'm sure you understand why I'm here?" He asked, his hand still resting on the pommel of his sword.

Lorent nodded slowly, his eyes fixed on Daemon as he tried to disguise his nervousness. He knew exactly why Daemon had come to see him, and it was not for idle chatter.

"I have a fair idea," he replied cautiously, his voice steady. He ran a hand through his hair once more, still attempting to make himself look presentable. "I assume you're here to discuss my sister."

"I've come to ensure your discretion, of our private matters." He continued, his hand tapping threateningly at the sword on his hip.

Lorent's eyes flickered down to the sword at Daemon's hip for a moment, the message clear. He swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded slowly. He had expected Daemon to come and warn him, to make sure he wouldn't go blabbing about his secret trysts with the princess.

"Of course, my Prince." He said quickly, his voice steady despite the pang of nervousness he felt. "I have no intention of revealing anything to anyone."

Daemon's expression remained stoic, his gaze unwavering as he studied Lorent's face. He was silent for a moment, weighing the man's words.

"I hope for your sake you are being sincere." Daemon said finally, his voice low and serious. "If I hear so much as a whisper of our little secret trysts...well..." He trailed off, leaving the threat unsaid but clear.

Lorent swallowed the lump in his throat, his mind racing with thoughts as he nodded slowly. He knew Daemon was not a man to mess with, and the threat he posed was very real.