The day was quiet and the wife was still sleeping. She has been going through a lot lately, her son dead, eaten by a dragon. Poor Lucerys, a boy of 14 and his life gone just like that. Being a dragon rider is not for everyone and he learned that the hard way. Enough of bad thoughts, I need some fresh air and time away from these suffocating halls.
Daemon exits the keep and wanders into the yard. He hears a sound of shouting, the guards are up to something. As he gets closer to investigate a ball of oval shape flys over his head almost striking him. "Who dares attack Daemon Targaryen" he shouts to the onlookers.
The two guards bow their heads and apologize as a stranger stands behind them. "I'm sorry my lord, we just got carried away" the one on the left said, while the other guard stricken with fear held his tongue. "Who are you" Daemon asked with spite in his voice, all he wanted was a moment of peace in this constant chaos.
"My lord you don't recognize the best athlete in the seven kingdoms? He is a a champion, seven times crowned, a true inspirations to men everywhere" the guard speaks again. "Governing and plotting takes up a lot of time guard, speak clearly and stop with the mystery, who is this man and what is he doing in my home.
The stranger walks forward, "I apologize, I didn't mean to cause any trouble, I'm just retired and traveling across the realm before heading back to my wife and son" the mystery man said with a thin lipped expression, not showing a sign of emotion.
"As for who I am, we'll I'm 7 time football champion Tom Brady" he declares as he approaches me, shaking my hand with a firm grim and immediately making my member harden.