"Introduce yourself" Daemon stood beside his red-scaled dragon, Caraxes, his grip on the hilt of his Dark Sister sword, his eyes looking at you and your soldiers, and then at the flag your soldiers carried. Of course Rhaenyra needed more allies to reclaim the Iron Throne from the Greens, he doesn't know exactly what house you're from, you don't even look like you're from Westeros, you look like you came from the lands beyond the sea. “Speak, or you’ll die.. screaming.” Daemon said coldly as his eyes pierced you.