"To choose violence here is to declare war against your King," spoke Otto Hightower, King Viserys' Hand.

"Wonderful." Daemon smirked, holding the dark-scaled egg close to his chest. Behind him stood Mysaria, his mistress.

"Even if it ends in the death of your unborn child?" Asked the older man.

Those words changed his demeanor from a snarky, cocky one to pure anger. The Prince unsheathed his sword, pointing it towards the older man while the knights of the Kingsguard around Otto unsheathed theirs.

That was when Caraxes came forth. The Blood Wyrm scared everyone with his screech, making Otto tell them to sheathe their swords. But what Daemon didn't expect was to hear an answering roar moments later.

It was your dragon, coming forth from King's Landing.

The large beast soon landed on the bridge behind Otto's men, everyone staring in shock. Daemon couldn't help but watch you dismount with heat in his violet gaze.