Daemon made his way through the long, dark, silent corridors of the Keep. The only sounds to interrupt his thoughts, the crackle of the scattered torches that cast a dim, dancing light over his progress, and the chatter of the mice that made their home in the ancient walls. The imposing building which had been begun by Aegon the Conqueror, had been filled with talk of the duel between the prince and the Commander if the City Watch; of how the rogue prince had yielded to the rather imposing female gold cloak. Yet as much as that would normally annoy him, the thought of what she had offered, as he had been pinned to the ground, was far more interesting to him than anything anyone may have to say about him losing the fight.

He had to admit that she had impressed him, in more ways than one; her skills with a sword, were as good, if not better than many a man that he had faced; that, and there was the added benefit that she was incredibly beautiful. There nothing like having an attractive woman straddling you and demanding for you to surrender, to get the blood rushing through your veins. And she had certainly made the blood rush to parts of his body. Deamon having to fight the urge to flip her over and fuck her on the floor of the training area, in front of everyone. Not following after her as she walked away while his hard cock pushed at the inside of his pants, proving much more difficult than he thought it would be. But now, as the majority of the Keeps inhabitants lay in their own beds, only having to watch her, was the last thing on Deamon's mind.

Finally, he came to the none descript door, a door like so many others that were in the castle; yet this one.......this one held a promise; a promise that he had every intention of now taking advantage of.

Slowly, he pushed open the ingress, as he heard a voice call out for him to enter, upon his knock. A smile pulling at the corners of his lips, as he made his way into the room to find a large wooden tub had been placed in front of the fire that blazed in the hearth; and in that tub, sat the Commander.

"My prince........." (Y/n) said, as she turned in the bath, and leaned the top of her naked form over the lip of the tub.

"I was beginning to think that you were not coming.........." She continued, before turning back. Deamon closing the door behind him, then making his way over to the fire. The prince leaning against the mantle as he let his gaze wander her body that was surrounded by nothing but crystal-clear water. The only thing marring his view, the whisps of steam that rose into the air.

"And would you have been disappointed if I hadn't............"

"A little............I have been imagining what might lay beneath that dark leather of yours, since we fought, and I would have hated to have continue to only imagine." The Commander retorted. Her dark eyes watching as he moved forward and crouched next to her bath. His long, pale fingers dipping into the water.

"Is that all you are going to do......play with my bath water? You have a naked woman in front of you, that is ready and willing to give you anything that your black heart desires; and instead of taking it, instead of stripping yourself and joining me, you play with the water.......Do not tell me that your reputation has been exaggerated, prince. That everything I have heard about you being a man of action, was a lie. That you are, in truth, some timid milksop that would rather watch and play with himself, than actually do anything.........."

"Is that what you like........a man of action.........?" Deamon enquired, as he flicked at the warm liquid, sending small splashes of water over her breasts.

"Is there a point in having any other kind of man? Scholars have their place; I have met more than one so called man of learning that could use his silver tongue to talk some foolish girl into his bed, with some fancy prose. But it takes more than just a tongue to satisfy me." (Y/n) continued, as she slowly reached over and caught Daemon's hand, then brought it up to her face. The Commander letting her lips fall apart, before taking one of his long fingers into her mouth. The rogue prince unable to stop himself from moaning, as her tongue moved around him.

"Or, perhaps, the feared dragon is merely waiting for me to command him. Waiting for me to tell him what he should do, like a good boy. Is that it? Daemon Targaryen, the rogue prince, likes a strong woman to order him around, and to punish him when he disobeys.........." Daemon's eyes blown with lust, as she took his finger from her mouth and moved it over her chin, down her neck and to her breast. Her breath becoming shallow, as she made it circle her hardening nipple.

"Why do you not try, and we shall see.........." The prince whispered, as he moved so that his lips could ghost over her ear. The pair just looking at one another for a moment, the air around them becoming thicker and thicker with desire. And then, for the second time that day, Daemon found himself on his back, with the Commander of the City Watch standing over him. The water trickling down from her wet hair over her bare flesh, as she stepped out of the bath and crouched beside him, her hand moving up to his head, before gripping his hair, tightly.

"Very well then.........you will strip, and then take me to my bed where you will fuck me, mercilessly, for the rest of the night. And then, when we are both spent and dripping with sweat, I will give you your next command........"