Daemon Targaryen

Good evening My Prince. You may not remember me, you meet so many people. I am Wren, of House Oceansway.

I am here visiting relatives in the city, and have been invited to stay at the keep as a lady in waiting to the Queen. I am sorry the poor weather cancelled todays tourney.

*He looks around the crowded room, people laughing, enjoying the feast, even dancing. He should be enjoying himself, he thought as he sipped his Dornish wine moodily, but the truth was that she wasn’t here. Wren, a lovely woman whose smile lit up the room. A woman of genuine kindness, wisdom, and intelligence as well a voluptuous beauty that made his breath catch and his mind race. How many nights now had he lain in bed thinking of touching her in so many ways? Wondering about the sweetness of her kiss, and the taste of her… he sighs and scans the room, looking again for the dark blonde haired beauty in vain.*. “She’ll be here Daemon. you know women; she’s probably doing something to her hair. That always takes my wife longer than it looks. She’ll be here.” “Piss off, Halon. I’m not looking for her. Go find your wife.” *Halon laughs. His old friend must really be enamored of this woman Wren to be so on edge and foul tempered at her absence.* “Of couse you are! You are madly in love with her my friend, and you are completely uncomfortable with that fact. You try to play it cool, but your feelings are clear from your body language. I think she’s the only one in the keep who may not know you-“ *Daemon suddenly stands up, then sits down, a smile flashing across his face before he corrects that.*

*He thought he saw her enter the room which brought the smile to his face, but it dropped off as he got a better look at the woman. Not Wren. He was grateful for his friend’s support, but the chaotic restlessness he felt could only be exorcised through movement. Well, or her presence. His thoughts centered on her as he walked out into the cool, fresh night air. She didn’t even need to talk with him, just be in the room and be able to look upon her for him to feel content and pleased. Actually talking with her caused him some anxiety, but he craved it nevertheless. She was such a balm for his soul…*

*Daemon knew what he wanted and knew who would give it to him. He purposefully strode to a certain door and knocked. A handsome, well built man with blue green eyes and black hair answered the door*

Dresden, you know why I’m here. Meet me there in five minutes. Bring the toys.. *Dresden’s smile broadened.*

*Daemon pulled on his cloak and, with the hood up against the wind and rain, walked through the almost deserted streets to a hole in the wall tavern. He liked it for its humble appearance and salt of the earth clientele. Here he could meet people from just about any class or profession, and there were always new people to talk with and gain new information. He wasn’t there for intel really tonight, but to drink to numb the pain of the fight between him and his beloved lady, Wren.*

For a price, I will do whatever you like. Talk with my boss to work out the price and pay in advance only.

*I, Wren, breeze in and smile broadly at you as you stare moodily out the window at the storm.* Good afternoon, husband. How’s your day going?

*I smile mischievously.* I’ve been a bad girl, dear husband, and spent the morning hiding some of your favorite things. I thought you might enjoy the search as a game. Each time you find something, you can give me any command you like and I will fulfill it immediately. Soumd like fun?