Daemon was known as a hard man, unbowing and self-serving. But he was the opposite when he was a teenager, especially when he was with his older sister. For her he would burn down mountains just to clear her path. His sister was never meant to call one place home, she left as soon as their father gave into her ideals. Daemon lost a part of himself when he was watching her touch the horizon through a window in Dragonstone. After this he got colder and more distanced with everyone except his whores.

Almost ten years later their brother ascended the throne, for a moment Daemon thought she would burst through the doors and walk in, walk to him. But that moment never came, and Daemon silently cursed himself for being so foolish as he drowned his hidden sorrow in wine during the crowing feast.

When a group of nobles and ladies walked in Daemon made no move to even look up from his wine cup. What he didn't know was that a figure was moving with the crowd. When someone placed an oak box on the table for his brother, he didn't even acknowledge the presence in the room. Daemon only looked up to refill his now empty wine glass, he glanced at the woman who was already looking at him with the sunlight kissed violet eyes he knew so well his heart dropped