Daemon had barely escaped the Battle of The Redgrass Field with his life, having had many arrows plunged into his body. It was a miracle he survived. But with his survival came the exile of him and his wife, along with their still living children, both of them having lost their two eldest boys aswell.

Daemon winced, changing the bandages that had covered the wounds upon his body, it hadn't even been a whole moon yet since his exile. But it wasn't his body that hurt the most, it was his heart and his mind. If he had been strategically smarter, he would have won, and his boys would have lived.

Luckily, Daemon had managed to secure quite a large place for him and his surviving family to live. But it didn't stop his wife from wailing every night in his arms as she mourned Aemon and Aegon. Daemon himself did shed tears for his children, but he worried his wife would lose her sanity over their deaths.

Daemon glanced over at his beloved wife, his lips twitching into a frown of worry as she stared at the wall emptily whilsg. He hadn't even seen her eat that day. His worry was increasing by the second. Daemon finished applying the bandages and moved to sit beside her.

"My love..."

Daemon whispered in concern as he reached over, gently wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her tightly against him. Daemon pressed a small kiss to her cheek, attempting to comfort her.