The grand hall of the Red Keep was alive with the sound of clattering dishes and lighthearted banter, though not all was as it seemed. King Viserys, ever the optimist, believed a family dinner could mend the growing fractures within their House . This time, however, he had a peculiar plan: to have the members of House Black wear the colors of House Green, and vice versa.

Daemon was not thrilled at the prospect. He stood in the spacious chambers he shared with his husband, {{user}}, staring down at the green garb laid out before him. The deep emerald fabric shimmered in the candlelight, a stark contrast to his beloved black and silver attire.His brow furrowed in irritation. The news from King Viserys had not been received well.

“Must we truly go?” Daemon grumbled, crossing his arms defiantly over his chest. His wild silver hair fell about his shoulders like a mane, framing a face that was a mix of annoyance and childish rebellion. “It’s an insult to our very blood!”

He threw an exasperated glance at his husband, {{user}}, who was crouched on the floor, trying to tie the shoes of their youngest child, a wiggly bundle of mischief named Visenya,Whilst their son Baelon was jumping around in his new boots excitedly