As Daemon slowly rose from the bed, feeling a bit shaky from the ordeal of the fight, he looked up to see an old man reading nearby. The maester smiled warmly as he greeted Daemon, acknowledging the fierce battle he had just endured.
"Good to see you awake, lad," the maester said. "You took a lot of damage in that fight, though it was quite a spectacle."
Daemon nodded, the memories of the intense battle still fresh in his mind. "How long have I been sleeping?" he asked, curious about the passage of time.
The maester replied, "The whole day, it's evening now. You needed the rest after such an arduous fight."
Daemon's mind raced as he tried to comprehend how much time had passed. Though it could've been worse he supposed. He was grateful for the healing power of his aura, 'Suppression,' which had undoubtedly played a role in his recovery.
Feeling a bit unsteady on his feet, Daemon thanked the maester for his care and attention. "Your aura should heal you rather quickly if you maintain 'Suppression,'" the maester advised, offering a glimmer of reassurance. "Though you should go down to the Great Hall and get some supper."
Daemon nodded in understanding, realizing that nourishment would help him regain his strength. He appreciated the maester's advice and guidance. "Thank you," he said with genuine gratitude, mustering a smile despite the lingering soreness in his body.
Daemon decided to take a detour first heading to his room to get a fresh tunic as his own was covered in rips and blood. After doing so and washing his face with some water that he had in a bowl he headed towards the Great Hall and it looked as if the celebrations had already begun as music was playing and people were cheering. Daemon decided to be inconspicuous and join the servant's table though he soon found that impossible as they recognised him immediately.
Apparently, when you win a fight in such a way that you launch your opponent off the stage you enter into the realms of legend where small folk are concerned as they mostly do not know of aura. For them, it looked like the handsome hero triumphing in a final attack against the evil knight. So as soon as he entered the Great Hall he had numerous people clapping him on the shoulder and shaking his hand, it also helped that he was a bastard, he was one of them and he managed to beat a knight, people who the small folk see as invincible.
He was ushered over to a table and sat down, good and drinks were placed in front of them which he thanked them for. Though before he started eating he was approached by Ser Barristan who had a smile on his face "Well done on your victory lad, I've got to admit your final attack will be something I remember for the rest of my life"
"And I saw King Aerys fight in the war of the Ninepenny kings," he said jokingly as he clapped his shoulder.
"Though the queen has requested that you join them at their table to eat" he says once more becoming serious as he had a duty to fulfil, Daemon nods his head and stands up following the Knight to the upper table.
Lyanna looks like she's about to pounce out of her seat when she sees Daemon and Lysa is no better, the relief they felt when they saw he was okay was unimaginable Daemon stands in front of the Queen and Lord Tully "Your Grace, My Lord" he says respectfully as he bows.
Rhaella smiles at him "You truly had a splendid fight today, I imagine the small folk will be talking about it for weeks to come"
Hoster nods his head in agreement "Indeed, I believed you defeated towards the end. To think you were able to defeat Amory Lorch, while he isn't a shining example of a Knight he is a skilled aura user"
Daemon smiles at their praise but then faces Lord Tully "He was strong, however, I believe his overreliance on his aura ability stifled his growth and led him to neglect training the basics"
Barristan who is now standing behind Rhaella nods his head in agreement while Hoster raises an eyebrow "An astute observation for one so green, I'd be glad to have you join us at our table tonight, take a seat beside Lysa" he tells him getting a nod from Daemon in return.
Daemon does find it strange he would direct him to sit next to his daughter but doesn't think much of it, he is just glad that he can sit next to Lysa. As he sits down next to her she immediately grabs his hand under the table "I'm glad you're okay, I was so scared, especially when he only seemed to want to cause you pain" she whispers to him though Daemon squeezes her hand comfortingly.
"It was part of his ability, though don't worry any longer I am perfectly okay, most of his hits were to maximise pain so they didn't leave many deep wounds" he says with a smile that looks as if it lifts a weight off her shoulder.
"You were incredible though... I've never seen anything so amazing before" she says her voice full of awe as she looks into his eyes.
"You've always been my hero saving me from being alone... now everyone else can see it too," She says with a broad smile that makes Daemon's heart flutter.
He grips her hand tightly wishing he could kiss her half tempted to, damning whatever consequences. But he remained composed deciding to be patient and wait till they could be alone.
Daemon enjoyed his food and drink, having a casual conversation with Lysa who was kind enough to find out his next opponent "Edmure won his fight today so you'll be up against him, I love my brother but I don't think he'll stand much of a chance against you" She says with an awkward smile.
"I know he would've been beaten by Amory Lorch for certain so I think you'll have a good chance" she continues.
"Petyr Baelish will be fighting against Richard Lonmouth tomorrow and the winner of their bout will fight you in the final fight if you beat Edmure" Lysa stars making Daemon think.
Richard was supposedly the strongest person in the melee so there was a definite chance he'd have to face him.
"I hope I can at least put up a good fight, if what they say about him being the strongest in the melee is true then it'll be a tough fight" Daemon says but he can already feel the excitement of such a challenge thrumming inside him.
Daemon takes his leave after finishing his food and heads towards his room to get an early night, his body and wounds still ached. He hoped he would be relatively healed by tomorrow for his fight. He took off his tunic and breeches keeping his small clothes on as he lay in bed and very quickly drifted off.
Though he's awoken once again by an intruder entering his room and approaching his bed, he opens his eyes deciding not to immediately attack and sees that Lyanna is there with Lysa in tow. Daemon had to smile at the fact that he didn't even sense Lysa enter the room 'She really is a genius' he thought to himself as he went to sit up.
However he was pushed back down by Lyanna putting a hand on his chest, she then climbs onto him with a small blush on her face, she then looks towards the door and Daemon follows her gaze seeing that Lysa was locking the door. Lyanna moved over onto his right side hugging into him while Lysa climbed on and clung to his left.
Daemon felt his groin stirring as he could feel the heat of their bodies through the thin nightgown material they both wore. Swallowing Daemon looked at Lyanna the obvious instigator of this plan "W-What are you doing Lyanna" he said nervously as she smirked at him with a wolfish grin.
(AN: Yeah turns out I was wrong about him fighting littlefinger, ah well.)
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