Fortunately, Daemon steeled himself and seized Danyla by the back of the neck, refusing to let her retreat a single step. His hot breath swept over her ear, his voice thick with suppressed desire.
"Whatever I want, I get. Dany, you're no exception!"
His silver hair hung in disarray as he abruptly pulled Danyla closer, their noses nearly touching. An almost obsessive possessiveness burned in his violet eyes.
"You can refuse, but remember-the instant you say no, I'll let the whole world know that anyone who dares touch you will scream in dragonfire until they die."
Each word cut like a blade.
"Now, tell me. Are you still going to make me wait?"
"Get lost!"
Having seen enough of his performance, Danyla sent him flying with a kick. Then she rubbed her aching neck and warned him from above.
"Try that again, and I'll twist your head off and feed it to a dragon!"
"I'm no delicate noble lady. I have plenty of ways to make you suffer!"
Daemon scrambled awkwardly to his feet and wiped away the trace of blood that had seeped from the tugged corner of his mouth. He smiled with a hint of ingratiating flattery.
"Dany, that fiery temper of yours is truly captivating. But that's what makes it exciting, isn't it?"
As he spoke, he walked back toward Danyla, ignoring the pain in his body.
Danyla watched him warily, her fists slowly clenching.
Just then, hurried footsteps sounded outside the door, and Goldmine City's maester reported anxiously.
"Your Highness, a raven has arrived from Dragonstone. It says... it says Lady Laena is critically ill. Maester Tigris and the island's healers are running out of options."
Danyla took the confidential letter and quickly scanned it. She had never expected Lannal to suffer an obstructed labor. The