He would watch the men train, but more often than not, his eyes would always watch his brother, the smile he wore that would appear even without him meaning to do it while looking on, his high cheekbone, and the dimples that would make him more beautiful. The brightest Amythest eyes would shine as brightly as the sun. His brother was taller than him and would most likely be taller than him from now on, he didn't care, as long as he had a place in his heart, Daemon had a very special place in his, and he would continue to have one and none were worthy of looking upon his brother so blatantly as the servants do, how they smile and wave at his Daemon so carelessly, and the idea of other noble children meeting his brother and being close to him made him sick with anger, not the wolves, or uncle Steffon's kids or the lion twins were worthy of his brother, they would have to earn it.
Daemon the destroyer
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