He pushes himself off the wall "Every moment we spent together I'd imagine you were your sister, when I eventually took your Maidenhead I would've turned you around and taken you from behind and imagine you were Cat"
It was then it became too much to bare and Lysa ran out of his room tears freely falling. She spent most of the night crying and the rest of the day she spent in her room. She didn't talk to anyone and didn't try to befriend anyone, the only person she talked to was her sister whom she'd listen to gush about getting betrothed. It became a relief when she heard Petyr was leaving for a while to train under her uncle.
(Flashback End)
Lysa finishes recounting the story and notices that Daemon's hands have cracked the wood of his seat even without his aura activated, she looks up and sees his eyes a crimson red instead of their usual deep purple, he staring at the ring where the two participants are. She grabs his hand subtly and he snaps out of blinking once again and his eyes returning to their normal colour.
"I apologise Lysa... I seemed to have lost myself for a moment" he whispered apologetically.
Daemon looks down at her their eyes meeting "Petyr Baelish is a fool to not see what he had was much greater than what he wanted. Though while this angers me more than I've ever felt I can't help but feel relief that these events led to our meeting" he whispered with a smile.
Lysa had to wipe her eyes though this time it was due to the joy she felt at meeting Daemon, he showed her he cared every day they spent together in complete contrast to when she would be the only one to try and make Petyr happy "I'm glad we met..." she whispers back to him, very tempted to reach up and kiss him.
Daemon smiles and leans back in his seat, in the corner of his eye he notices Rhaella looking over with a small smile on her face though she doesn't say anything. Facing the match he sees the fight about to start.
He sees Petyr go up to Marq and offer his hand which Marq takes as it would be poor form to not take his hand in front of all these nobles, especially the queen. They go back to their ends of the platform and the fight starts.
They both charge at each other though it's clear that Marq is faster almost immediately as he punches at Petyr who had to cross his arms together. Still, he doesn't use 'Flow' which makes Daemon believe he doesn't know any of the advanced techniques.
'What did he spend all that time doing if he can't use any advanced techniques' Daemon thought to himself.
The punch connects and Petyr is pushed back landing on the floor with a yelp, he sits on his knees and starts talking to Marq though Daemon can't hear what they're saying. Daemon narrows his eyes and focuses on the two conversing, he can barely make out the form of Petyr who seems to be crying. Marq stands there dumbly before he goes to help Petyr who smiles in thanks and they both back away a bit before flaring their auras once more.
This bout seems to be a lot less one-sided as Marq seems slower than before allowing Petyr who was still talking easily avoid his punches and even catch a punch aimed at his face.
'This can't be a coincidence... it must be an ability' Daemon thought to himself but what kind of ability it was he couldn't tell.
Petyr then manages to knock down Marq who hits the floor hard, he walks over to him and gives him his hand to help him up which Marq takes. When they clash again Marq is completely disadvantaged not even able to get close to Petyr who finally knocks him out.
The most curious thing Daemon found was that his aura hadn't increased the entire match it was Marq whose aura decreased eventually allowing Petyr to overtake him. He seemed to be a dangerous opponent that Daemon would take seriously, he was planning to beat him into a bloody mess regardless.
The match is called in Petyr's favour and they both leave the arena to make way for the next participants "It seems the boy did pretty well Lord Tully, perhaps he wouldn't be such a bad match" Rhaella commented getting a small laugh from the man.
"No disrespect intended your grave but he hasn't grown any stronger at all merely smarter" he replies to her making the Queen frown as she gave it some thought.
Daemon decided that it was time to take his leave, he should try to train a little in preparation for tomorrow "Your grace, My lords I hope you'll excuse me but I do need to prepare for tomorrow's fight" he says with a bow.
Rhaella smiles at him "Of course Daemon, please do not let us keep you" she says kindly, he smiles back and takes his leave going into the woods behind the arena to meditate.
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Daemon was sleeping in his room that was provided to him in the servant's quarter when he feels someone enter his room, this was something Barristan had knocked into him when they trained however being a hunter for most of his life he found it came to him naturally. Even while asleep he'd always be aware of his surroundings unless that person was especially gifted in stealth.
He waited until the person got closer to his bed before he flared his aura grabbing onto the person's hand and switching their positions so Daemon was standing and his assailant was on the bed "Bloody hell Daemon what was that for!" A voice he recognised as Lyanna shouted as she rubbed her head from where she hit it on his bed.
"You snuck into my room, you could've been anyone" Daemkn reasons as he smiles sheepishly and scratches the back of his head.
Lyanna rolls her eyes "I didn't realise you were so important that assassins would be sent after you" she says sarcastically as she crosses her legs on his bed.
'If only she knew' Daemon thought to himself.
"Why have you come here so late anyway, rather unladylike of you," Daemon says humorously as he takes a seat next to him.
Lyanna snorts and pushes him "I didn't get to see you earlier... I wanted to congratulate you on your fight, though I've I'm honest I could've beaten that Frey easily"
Daemon smiles "I'm sure you could, no one can beat the wild she-wolf of Winterfell," he says with exaggeration getting a laugh out of her.
For a while they sit there comfortably, Lyanna is dressed in a white nightgown that reaches her feet, it is rather modest though her budding breasts can be seen pushing against the material. He looks at her face, most days she tied her hair back as if it would interfere with her training which was a shame because, with her hair down now, she looked beautiful, her long wavy brown hair cascaded down her back and framed her face. He then realised that she was also looking at him and he must've been acting weird just staring at her.
"Why did you come Lyanna..." he asks gently wanting to get down to the reason for her visit.
He can see her start to fidget with her hands as she can't meet his eyes "I wanted to see you... since we arrived in Riverrun we've hardly spent time together" Daemon nods his head, indeed, they had rarely spent time together but he didn't want to get in the way of her duties so he kept a distance and let her come to him when she could.
"I'm sorry we couldn't see each other more, you're always welcome to visit me, though maybe not so late" he says with a smile.
Lyanna pushes Daemon down on his bed using a tiny bit of aura in her palms before climbing on top of him "Lyanna?" Though any more words are cut off as her lips connect with his own. It was a completely new sensation for Daemon, her lips were soft like Lysa's but while she was slow and gentle Lyanna was rough and assertive.
She grabbed onto his face deepening the kiss her tongue going wild in his mouth fighting for dominance with his own. Finally, Daemon snaps himself out of the lustful haze he found himself in and pushed her back a bit "Lyanna I'm sorry I can't I'm already-"
"With Lysa I know... she knows I've come here, I told her and she's fine with it" Lyanna states much to Daemon's shock.
Lyanna can't help but giggle at Daemon's dumbfounded look "I saw you two in that secret pool of yours one day... it made me realise how I felt and kick myself that I never told you sooner, but Lysa was sweet and understanding she said she wouldn't mind sharing you as she knew you wouldn't abandon her" Lyanna explained.
Daemon won't lie that he felt something for Lyanna, that much wasn't unexpected without the close they had gotten when they trained together but he didn't know if she felt the same way, so he kept quiet.
While he was still in his thoughts Lyanna was on top of him growing impatient, eventually, she grabs his face "Now that's out of the way can we go back to what we were doing?" She asks sternly getting a small nod from Daemon.
(AN: Damn Daemon got girls agreeing to share him, is it that easy? Yeah. Tbh in this world powerful aura users would be expected to have lots of children as that's what strengthens your kingdom, so women are more tolerant of it. Though some are not.)
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