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Inspired by a chat I had with a C.ai bot on my account <3 you can find it here <3 part2

cw: fem!reader, virgin slave, newly brought in maiden for work at the brothel, no trigger warnings, nothing really happens, mild insinuation of sex between daemon and mysaria

An awful day one could say. Awful enough for Daemon to leave the small council and not even return to his chambers before going to the brothel. Normally he’d grabbed Mysaria the moment he walked in but he noticed the few new girls keeping to themselves at the side. He grabbed the man in charge pointing at one of them, a timid little thing, once that looked innocent enough and would probably take him good and without complaints.

“That one. Get me that one. Now. “

The man nodded as Daemon walked in the private room he always had sitting down on the bed and throwing his coat with force across the room as the man fetched you.

The owner of the club grabbed your arm roughly to start dragging you towards a part of the brothel you hadn't been at before. You looked back at the girls you'd talked to for very little time earlier looking at you with horrified looks or looking at the ground to avoid the gazes of men who were eyeing them like prey. Quite an awful and unfair situation really, though your mind was at the room you were getting thrown into. What was it? Why was it in the back? What would the Prince do? Were you not coming out of that room again? You tried to resist, to cry and hopefully make the owner feel bad for you, but not to your surprise, it didn't work.

You were thrown in the room, nearly stumbling to the ground from the force, yet quickly regaining your posture and rushing to grab the doorhandle only for it to lock right before you could twist it.

"Please.... no...''

Daemon was standing against the table a cup of wine in his hands watching with furrowed brows full of confusion the encounter. Such a small girl, yet you were already trying to fight and leave. He tilted his head looking at your back and that long dress that did nothing to cover your spine and the dimples above your backside.

You turned your head to the side taking notice of the burning fire in the corner of the room, and then the wolf fur in front of it. As your eyes darted further the room only got grander. It was as if you were no longer in the mold rooms that reeked of wine and sex, yet a clean room with a bed better than the one you slept in at home before you left.

"Nice, isn't it?'' Daemon noticed your gaze and spoke making you look at him but of course no response was given, earning a quiet scoff from him before he placed his cup on the table to pour you one, walk to you and offer it to you, only for you to flinch away from it. ''It's only wine, see?'' He took a sip but it was quite obvious you were not planning on taking the cup. He stood up straight right in front of you sighing as he looked at you, shrugged and poured the liquid from your cup to his.

"Suit yourself....'' He placed both cups back on the table before taking off the coat that was over his tunic. ''I suppose you've not done this before...'' Again no response... Daemon had to look back at you confused before walking to you again. The man was stoic, scary and had a reputation for a reason, evidently. He tilted his head before he went to touch your arm for you only to nearly jump away at the touch.

''I don't bite, girl." Again, silence from you. A silence that could prove itself great later but now... now it was getting on his nerves. ''Do I have to pry your mouth open to see if your tongue is missing?"

You shook your head looking up at him making him nod expectantly. ''Right. Then talk."

Crickets... And not only that, but ridiculous ones too. He grabbed your arm throwing you to the bed.

''No, please!'' You hid your face in the covers, curling in on yourself. Daemon looked at you unamused more than anything. He had to throw you to get you to get a damn word out? Perhaps it was the wrong girl he'd chosen.

"Please what?'' Wait... truly... what were you actually begging for? Mercy? To be left alone? To be saved maybe? You looked back up at him the sheepishness never leaving your face. ''Please... um.. don't hurt me..?'' ''Are you asking me? Do you not even know what you yourself are asking?''

And there it was. A blush from embarrassment covering your cheeks. Gods, did you look pathetic. You didn't even know what you were saying. ''You'll scream? Cry? Because I'm starting to loose my patience.'' "You'll.... hurt me?''

'If you have to ask then yes."

You somehow looked even more terrified than before. The blush from before being replaced by a paleness making you look ready to throw up if another word was said. Daemon looked at you incredulously and scoffed.

''Phenomenal aren't you...'' He walked back to the table to drink himself some wine and hopefully calm his nerves. ''You're so stupid you don't even know you're the luckiest girl in here...'' He didn't turn to look at you. Only outside the small clerestory at the very top of the wall, one you could maybe even fit through if it weren't for the fucking metal rods covering it.

''Lucky?"

"Yes, lucky.'' He cut you off sharply turning to look at you. ''It's your first night, I'm guessing- no I know, you're a maiden, you get brought in the best room of this establishment and you'll only be taken by one man tonight. What more could you even want?''

Normally you'd have scoffed at that. What more could even want? To leave? To not be made a whore? To not be sold and have to pretend to like every man fucking you? ''There's no luck for girls in whorehouses...'' Surprising almost. You talked. You could say more than two words apparently and the two words were defiant, an oxymoron to the tone you used, a tone of terror and melancholy.

''Stop pitying yourself. Only nobles can afford this whorehouse. And most of them are old bastards with kinks to be pissed or spat on. Not to mention, you're boring at first glance, so you will be cleaning more cum than you'll be eating."

You turned red again. Nothing about any of the scenarios sounded appealing. He scoffed again at that look in your place. Dumb girl..., he thought to himself. He'd say more, oh how much he had to say, and how much he wanted to just fuck at the moment but the usual idea of a maiden didn't feel fun when the maiden was you. He found his lip quirking up in dismay looking at you, he disliked you, maybe even more than you disliked him.

''Get up, go on." Your ears perked up but the millisecond of happiness was soon replaced by worry of what would happen to you if you left the room.

"Go? Go where?''

''I don't care. Get out and fetch another one. One that behaves.''

''How do I know who will behave?'' Gods! Stupid cunt... How ridiculous were you? He was to retort back when the door started to unlock and Mysaria walked in. You looked at the woman as she walked in and closed the door behind her locking it again.

''I heard my prince found company in one of the new girls...'' She said in a tone clearly aiming to please the man glaring at you before he turned to her.

'' She's useless. Are all the new ones like her?'' Mysaria looked at the two confused. You'd gotten yourself to go sit as far away from him at the bed as possible and he looked at you with disgust.

''I thought you enjoyed maidens..?''

''Maidens, not fucking little miss Doe over here.'' ''What did you do to the prince..?'' Mysaria spoke your name. It was the first time you'd heard it in more than two hours. You looked at Daemon, then her. ''Nothing...'' A scoff interrupted her. ''Get her out of here. You're here now.'' Your eyes widened at his words. You shook your head at Mysaria who looked confused you even did that.

''What is it?''

''If I go out there now they'll-''

''Fuck you! Now you think of that you idiot?'' Daemon corrected you with an annoyed huff and Mysaria only watched before motioning for you to go, and as much as you'd rather hide in a closet, you walked after her.

Daemon immediately started removing his clothes as you exited the room with the woman, and though you could feel the tears threatening to cloud your vision, she didn't walk you to where you were before, instead a very tiny room with a candle and some hay with a worn out fur on it.

''Stay here. Don't make noise, if they find you I can't help you.''

Respectfully, who is Bianora?!

What are these teasers and what is the theme of By fire and wool

Hello!! Respectfully lemme clear everything up 😂

Bianora is the Valyrian name for ewe, the female sheep and she is the youngest daughter of Otto Hightower and Millicent.

I had a few questions about Bianora’s moodboard and the actual moodboard for by fire and wool.

I get what most things represent in the grand scheme of things, but could you give a little more explanation on your thought process behind it?

Hi!!

I absolutely can. So let’s break it down.

This is Bianora’s board. The first picture is that of wounded wings. It takes after Jaesella’s myth and it’s showing in my opinion how a blessing can be a curse.

Jaesella was depended on her gods utterly trusting them but then fell. The myth will be more in depth in future chapters so I won’t spoil it too much right now. Bianora is Jaesella and Otto is the gods. She trusted her father and he pushed her straight into the wolf’s (in this case dragon’s) mouth. So the first and last picture show Bianora’s fall, grasping to hold on to something but in the end, her wings break and bleed on her, staining her in a way to hold as a reminder of how she was used for someone else.

The second picture as well as the second to last are of Bianora in blue dresses. Blue is generally associated with sensitivity, faith and intelligence. Bianora is quiet and reserved but she isn’t stupid. You’ll find in later chapters that she uses books to keep close to her mother and the more books the more the knowledge. She has faith, just not the way Alicent does. She isn’t manic with her relationship to the gods because she has another way of finding her mother. The memory of her mother on the day she learns she’s been betrothed to Daemon is the one where she is ironically read the myth of Jaesella. Or at least, part of the myth.

The white laced dresses, the first and last picture of the second row show how dainty she is in my opinion. She is pure, and the wool of the sheep she is would be white too. She’d be a small happy sheep content to lay in a puddle of flowers under the sun. Thats what Bianora really wants. The peace that the colour white provides and the gentleness of the lace because if you’re not careful with lace it rips, much like her.

Lastly, the books and roses, the roses represent Millicent. In the teaser, Millicent promises Bianora she’ll come back as the most beautiful of flowers, and throughout her childhood Bianora was nicknamed by her mother ‘little rose’ so she is really connected with roses in the same way she is connected to books.

Now for the moodboard of them both. The first and last picture are of roses on scriptures, representing Bianora’s attempts to hold on to what once was, but the roses that’s slowly dying is an evident reminder of the fact that those days are long gone and she had found herself in quite a helpless situation.

When it comes to the pictures that are Bianora herself it is for visual purposes mostly. But I liked the idea of her peeking behind a tree symbolising her being subtle and distinctive in general.

The symbols of the houses, the Hightower and the dragons, are to show a little bit of something that Bianora and Daemon share in common. The fire. And while you’d expect the dragons to be the ones breathing fire, the fire appears on the Hightower’s side showing another angle of their situation. One where even if Daemon seems stronger, maybe Bianora will rise better.

And then Daemon. In his armour and a still of him holding dark sister. I used the picture of his face mainly to show what he’d look like when the story takes place if I’m honest, season one episode one. And dark sister is such an important part of him, it’s practically attached to him. It’s a power he has possessing Visenya’s sword and not anyone else. In a world where he’s constantly undermined for being the second son, being forced to marry twice and now someone he dislikes even more than the Rhea, dark sister is his anchor and a small whisper of reassurance.