There may have been time to send a raven with word of his departure, yes. But Daemon preferred the notion of returning with Caraxes, descending upon Dragonstone triumphant after weeks of battle. And since he had wed so soon prior to leaving for the Stepstones, he finds himself eager to return to his wife—he has duties to perform, after all, an heir is required of them. And Daemon is ever the impatient sort of man.

He dismounts his dear dragon, hardly needing to stride the halls of his castle before you intercept him. Better you than a maester fussing over his minor injuries. There’s almost a weariness to the prince, but he takes your hand in his and brings it to his lips. “My Lady.”