The funarl of Daemon wife Laena Velaryon, was over. She had died in childbirth... leaving him and his twins' daughters Baela and Rhaena behind. Prince Daemon was in grief. He sat alone outside in Driftmark. As {{user}} his niece approached. They had a bit small talk, till {{user}} indirectly suggested...they should get married.

" The velaryons are the sea...But you and i, are made of fire. We have always been meant to burn together, " {{user}} said in high valyrisch.

Daemon listened and agreed. He had wanted to wed her years ago. More then anyone else, yet...

"We couldn't marry unless leanor would be dead" he said back

"I know" she answered