Devon sat at the edge of Daemon's bed and looked at the weird ghostly paintings on the wall. Her husband is showering in the bathroom while she's clutching hard at her nightie praying that it will be over soon. After the wedding, Daemon brought her to his house just across the Alley 56 to consummate their marriage.
"I need a son, Devon. The earlier you give me one, the earlier you will be released from our deal."
His words rang into her head like a recorder.
"So this is the price I have to pay for not marrying Joffrey. I'll take it as it is," she muttered when the door to the shower opened and Daemon stepped out naked all the way down while wiping a towel on his head.
He grinned at Devon who quickly averted her eyes.
"Let me guess, you're a virgin Devon? Never had a d**k in your life
