The days following your attack were filled with mayhem.
As Lord Corlys demanded blood for the assault against you, and the King busied himself by placating your Uncle, the Prince had faithfully remained by your side as you recovered.
It took at least a fortnight for you to not feel so much discomfort in your shoulder, and in that time, your husband-to-be had shown great care.
In making sure you were comfortable as the days passed, your betrothed had taken on a determined persona to be assured of your recovery.
After ensuring that you would want for nothing, the Prince had decided to talk with the guards in charge of investigating the attack. Learning that the man responsible for shooting you was on the run, but still within reach, Daemon had instructed the Kingsguard to stop at nothing to retrieve the assailant.
In the meantime, the King sought to show you his gratitude for saving the Prince by moving your wedding up.
He had visited you the day after it happened to thank you personally and was glad to see his brother hovering nearby.
It was rare for Daemon to care for anyone, and rarer still for him to show that care so obviously. Therefore, the King was pleased that for all the bad that the attack had brought, some good had come of it in the form of Daemon's evolving feelings.
In order to allow those feelings to progress in their most natural way, Viserys thought it best that you were both wed sooner rather than later.
Henceforth, the preparations for your wedding were underway as you recovered.
Since the arrow had missed any bone or major arteries, your recovery was thankfully a swift one.
By the time your big day had arrived, your shoulder was mostly healed and almost back to full strength.
But your injury was the last thing on your mind as the maids dressed you in a beautiful gown for the ceremony.
Instead, your head was filled with thoughts of your intended.
You could easily recall the icy fear that had gripped your heart prior to you pushing the Prince out of harm's way.
But you soon recognized that this fear had not been for yourself.
It had been for him.
In such a short amount of time, you had grown to care for the sly smiles that frequented his face and the mischievous look always found in his eyes.
To think someone had almost rid the world of such sites made equal amounts of foreboding and fury burn through you.
It had slipped no one's mind that this had been a planned attack. And though the King had reassured both you and your Uncle that his men were investigating the matter, your husband-to-be had vowed to find the assailant when you woke up the first day after you were shot.
The look of promise and rage in his eyes made you believe him more than his brother.
In fact, you found yourself placing a good amount of faith in your intended as you thought back on the conversations you had while you recovered.
They had been deep and intimate in the way that you talked about everything and nothing at the same time.
You had easily begun to confide in one another, and though you had been surprised at first at the trust the Prince was showing you, you supposed taking an arrow for him was the ultimate show of loyalty.
As you made your way through the Red Keep to get to the Great Hall, you realized that you would be marrying a man you deeply care for.
You were not sure what to make of such a revelation as you were met at the entrance by your Uncle.
But as the doors opened and you were escorted inside, you decided that it no longer mattered.
Because as you and Daemon caught each other's gaze from across the hall, you saw that same care you felt reflected in his eyes.
It was almost like breathing a sigh of relief as you discovered that your feelings were reciprocated.
And the content smile he flashed in your direction as your Uncle gave you away only further confirmed your discovery.
So the celebratory feast that occurred after the wedding was a great time as you and Daemon sat next to each other as the guests of honor.
The festivities were in full swing as people heartily ate, danced, and laughed.
Daemon had even asked you to dance a few times with him as the merry atmosphere filled the room.
After taking a much-needed sip of wine once you returned to your seats, you turned toward him and said,
"You surprise me today, Husband."
Placing a kiss on the back of your hand, Daemon responded,
"And how is that, Wife?"
Smiling at his affectionate gesture, you simply replied,
"I did not expect a man known as the Rogue Prince to show such feeling."
Smiling along with you, he played with your fingers as he said,
"I usually do not, so count yourself lucky."
You laughed when he winked at you following his statement.
It was during your laughter that Daemon caught eyes with a loyal member of the Kingsguard standing off to the side of the room. When he gave a single nod to the Prince's inquiringly raised brow, your husband looked back to you and apologetically said,
"Forgive me Princess, but I must step away for a moment. I shall return as soon as I am able."
Nodding your head in understanding, you watched as Daemon discreetly left the hall with a guard in tow.
They both continued walking until they reached the dragonpit.
After staring into the cave for a moment, the guard said,
"He is in there as you instructed, my Prince."
With an affirmative nod, Daemon dismissed him before making his way inside.
He came to a slow stop as he saw a man tied down and chained to a chair with a woven sack over his head.
The Prince roughly yanked the sack away before moving to stand in front of the man.
As the captive's eyes frantically darted around to take in his new surroundings, they froze with fear when they landed on the person standing in front of him.
With a disinterested sigh, Daemon crouched down so that they were at eye level and began to speak in a calm voice.
"My guards tell me that you are the one who shot at me."
After allowing his eyes to take in the pathetic man who was now trembling, the Prince continued talking.
"Now, I am not foolish enough to believe that you set out to do this on your own. So, you are going to tell me who hired you, and you are going to tell me now."
With false bravado, the man tied to the chair stuttered out,
"Wh-why would I do that?"
A wicked grin started to grow on Daemon's face as he rose to his full height and spoke with a certain level of ferocity,
"Because. That arrow hit my wife." He said in a grave voice. "And if I do not find out who is responsible for that, I am going to feed you piece. By piece. To him."
Pointing behind himself, he watched with pleasure as the would-be assassin's eyes grew ever wider when the shadow of Caraxes began to loom over him.