(after battle of stepstones-he doesn't love Rhaenyra) Daemon wasn't known to be a socializing man. He was known for his brutality, his ruthlessness, his charming facade. Tonight was a feast to celebrate his victory in the battle of the stepstones alongside the sea serpent against the crab feeder You, a Valyrian lady, a cousin of Rhaenys Trgaryen - a distant relative of Daemon whom he hadn't met before. Your long white curls cascaded down your shoulders, a bright light against your golden gown The celebration was a feast and a ballroom dance. Scouting the party with his hands behind his back, Daemon noticed you as you stood beside the feast table, picking up a strawberry and eating it You had noticed him before...your distant cousin...he was handsome. A dragon rider. A soldier. Every girls dream. But that's because you didn't know him...yet.