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After the melee, at the maester tent
The maester was currently looking over his bruised ribs, making sure that none were broken. He was hurting, although he felt more tired than anything. And well, his ego was also a little bruised, Daemon wanted to do better, to put a good performance in the melee to make his father proud. He didn't win, so at this point he was certain his father was disappointed with him. Daemon was leaning back against the headboard of the bed, holding a wet cloth against his jawline, covering the shallow cut that was still bleeding. "I'm fine, really. I only need to go to my chambers and lay down." He tried to tell the maester, but the old man said that his father insisted that he was looked over for any serious injuries. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips as he leaned back, letting the maester continue to work on his torso.