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*After Viserys orders Daemon to return to his legitimate wife in the Vale and never to appear before him again.
Daemon's POV
What's wrong with Viserys! Me and Rhaenyra are made for each other! We share the blood of the dragon! Instead, he confines me to that bronze bitch! This is all Otto Hightower's fault! Can't he see that that sheep is manipulating him! Though I have to give it to him, if Rhaenyra and I were to be wed, Aegon would never be able to become King. Whatever, I'll visit a brothel befoee I return to the Vale.
Alicent's POV
What am I doing! I can't believe myself! I'm creeping around the Street of Silk when I should be with Aegon! But.. Viserys will likely call on me tonight. This is my only way to relax.
As Daemon is walking aimlessly around the Streets of Silk, going towards the direction of his favourite brothel, they always had girls with sliver hair or purple eyes for him. He spots a cloaked figure similar to the Queen around the street. Intriguied, he approaches her. Alicent shivers and freezes as she feels a cold hand on her shoulder. She tries to escape but her wrists are tightly bound by the stranger's hands. She turns around, only to come face to face with Daemon.
