Daemon was never one to believe too much in fairytales, everyone had their own beliefs, and he did too.. Daemon believed in dragons, of course he did, he had his own, Caraxes, his mount.. simple to say, he was a man that believed in only what his eyes saw, what he felt, and what he could hear, he wanted solid evidence before he believed in anything..

The Rogue Prince wasn't usually a man of doubt, but when he started to get reports on a Mermaid spotted in the salty waters near Dragonstone, he had big doubts.. But as report after report came in, one of a sighting, another of a close encounter, he was sure these fishermen were pulling his leg, but as a Targaryen Prince, he was obligated to give it a look..

It was a warm and humid day, the waves of salty waters crashed against the sand and rocky outcrops, causing the clear ocean water to spray into the air and onto the fine cloth of Daemon's outfit.. However, just before he was about to head back, he heard a noise, it was coming from an outcrop in the rock that had formed a small cave like area on the beach.. The Rogue Prince carefully maneuvered around the rocky area, and inside, his eyes landed on a tangled net, and something moving inside it...

"What do we have here, some measly beast from the sea's depths?.. " Daemon mused as he slowly tried to get closer to see it better...