"You have ruined her! What lord will wed her now in this condition?"

King Viserys’s voice thundered through the chamber, his face flushed with a mix of fury and disbelief. His grip tightened on Daemon’s collar, shaking his younger brother as though he could wring remorse from him. Daemon, however, showed no regret, his sharp features composed, his violet eyes unflinching.

Viserys finally released him, shoving him back with a force that made Daemon stagger. “You disgrace this House with your reckless actions! Have you no shame? No regard for her honor?”

"Wed her to me. When I offered up my crown, you said I could have anything. I want {{user}}. I'll take her as she is and wed her the tradition of our House," Daemon told his brother.