Daemon was stood leaning on his elbow against the stone half wall, seeming bored at his wife’s funeral. The rest of his family were chatting and paying respects, but he stood by himself.

His eyes, however, were drawn to you as you stood beside Rhaenyra. His eyes were always the emotive part of him and he looked at you like he longed to have you, to be with you. He had always kept his feelings to himself because you were friends with Rhaenyra, but it was getting harder and harder.