#daemon:starter

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Where: Training Grounds

Who: Open to anyone 

Daemon went to the training grounds, wanting to get some sparring done. He didn’t like sparring with anyone other than his crew or the Ironborn, knowing that most would go easy on him because of his title. The Ironborn wouldn’t go easy on him, they would go hard as if they were facing an actual enemy on the battlefield. Daemon believed that was the proper way to train, your enemies wouldn’t go easy on you during battle. Plus, this was how Daemon came to be as strong and respected as he was among the Ironborn. After sparring for some time, under the watchful eyes of the soldiers and others who were taking advantage of the morning breeze to train, the prince noticed the lady standing on the sidelines, watching them train. Daemon called a break, walking up closer to the person, his bones were hurting and he knew he was going to have a hard time moving later but he didn’t care. “Well, are you here to join or just to enjoy the view?” He asked with a smirk.

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Where: The training grounds in the Red Keep

Who: Open to anyone

Daemon didn’t like to leave Pyke, at least not when it meant he would be stuck in land somewhere else. He didn’t like having to deal with all these nobles, pretending like he cares about what they have to say and the boring conversations that he had to keep going to not seem rude. Plus, King’s Landing was a bit too warm for his liking and he was already missing the seas breeze and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. The constant pain on his body was easier to handle when he could just take a swim in the cold water. Warm weather made his bones hurt more than usual and he hated that.

Daemon sat near the training grounds, watching the soldiers and other nobles practicing and sparring. He had a jug filled with wine next to him, along with an empty cup. People were walking by, some of them would spare him a look, most likely recognizing him as one of the Princes from the Iron Isles, others wouldn’t even spare him a second look. Daemon heard the footsteps approaching and still looking down at the sword resting on his lap, that he had been sharpening and cleaning, he spoke up. “King’s Landing has a certain charm to it, doesn’t it? Although, a little too warm for my liking.” He paused, not wanting to seem rude. “How are you enjoying your stay?” He wasn’t sure if the person had just arrived or had been here for sometime, either way, he was trying to be polite.