Hour of the owl. Late in Harrenhal.

Daemon could hear the sound of raindrops against the window. One by one, making his mind spin.

But what disturbed him most was what had happened last night.

Always coming and going, aren't you? And i have to clean up afterwards.

The image of his younger wife. His Rhaenyra, his niece. Made him feel dazed.

A ghost from his past haunting him.

His mind raced as he stared at the ceiling, lying in bed.

Then that humming started, that same from last night.