The tournament was in full swing, with nobles flocking to celebrate the birth of the new heir to King Viserys and Queen Aemma. The stands were filled with vibrant colors, while the sounds of music and laughter filled the air. The Daemon Targaryen had triumphed in his first match, defeating Gwayne Hightower in a display of skill and cunning. Mounted on his imposing black steed, he rode up to the stands, holding a wooden spear, ready to offer it to his niece as a symbol of his victory. However, at the last second, he turned his gaze to her childhood friend.

"I'm pretty sure I'm going to win these games," said Daemon, his confident tone echoing above the clamor of the crowd. "With your favor, I'm sure."