Look at that, Celene Osgrey at a loss for words. Daegon thought as Celene stuttered to answer him. As she whispered into his ear, Daegon took her by the arm, holding her tightly, and with a suggestive smile walked her out of the crowd and hall, to the gardens of the keep. He had no need to utter a word, the silence and their bodies spoke of it for them.

Walking through the hallways and stairs of the keep, Daegon embraced Celene with his arm, his hand resting at her side, sometimes riskingly grasping her rear through the thick cloth with some strenghth, chuckling heartily whenever he saw they were alone.

Approaching some doors that seemed to be empty, Daegon tested a couple of locks until he found one to be open. Inside was an spacious empty room, with merely a bed at it's center and some furniture. No doubt a backup for any more guests if need be.

Entering the room, Daegon held Celene close, looking into her eyes and exchanging heated breaths as their mouth drew closer, uniting his lips to hers in passionate fire. He grasped her body, hands running to her breasts and firmly squeezing her in his primal embrace. His Ironborn impetuosity letting loose each moment more and more, until he felt as daring and dangerous as the sea.

"Try not to scream too loudly, lioness." Were his only words, as his lips left hers, hoarse and whispered.