Being away from you had always been a challenge. From your childhood, when you were always busy with the septs, and he was training in the courtyard. To the moment when you stood in the Great Sept, with Viserys' cloak over your shoulders.

Daemon was not far away then, he just watched silently, trying to hide his disappointment and sadness behind a mask of indifference. But mentally he felt this chasm that broke between the two of you at that moment. You did not want to marry Viserys, it was too obvious — but at the same time, it was your duty, as the only daughter, to marry your older brother.

And it was not that you did not love him, no, you respected your older brother and loved him with a deep sisterly love, but your heart always belonged to someone else.

However, rumors were always rumors and existed everywhere — which could not help but worry Viserys. Perhaps he knew, guessed, but still tried to deny it. Especially considering your pure and beneficent nature, you could hardly break your marriage vows.

But Viserys' anxiety and ambivalent looks arose every time the two of you found yourself in the same room. So it was easy for him to send Daemon away all these years, if not to the Runestone, then across the Narrow Sea.

For three long years he was away from you, again, not seeing, not hearing, not feeling your presence. It was worse than the cruelest torture. His return was silent, Viserys and the court were on their monthly hunt, and you were the first to be informed of your brother's return.

The heavy doors slammed shut, leaving only the two of you in the throne room. Daemon, so brazenly sat on the Iron Throne, with that habitual playful grin behind which he often hid his true feelings towards you.

“Dear sister, you blossom more and more with each passing year,” He began in High Valyrian, his gaze, so studying and drilling, involuntarily slid over your modest dress, the net in your hair, the neat tiara, after all, you are the Queen to whom he will bend his knee time and again.