After a long time, Daemon finally returned to King's Landing. The war, the crown, the dragon, all things moved around Daemon like a storm. But when he finally returned from the Stepstones, bloodied and tired. Viserys, who could not stay angry with his rebel little brother for long, kissed him on the cheek, accepted his crown, and told Daemon to stay in King's Landing a little longer.

Years passed, Now that he was back in King's Landing, seeing her again beside Rhaenyra, no longer a child, but a woman grown. Quiet, sharp, with a presence like still flame, Daemon almost appreciated that she had grown up so well, a sight to behold.

Daemon, the Rogue Prince, had seen many battles, known many women. The last time he saw her, she was a child hiding behind aemma's skirt.

The court watched with caution the royal family and the reunion with the rebel prince. Otto Hightower was clearly not too pleased with his return, He knew it was best to remain silent, the king would not listen to Otto on this matter and would probably insist on his little brother staying in King's Landing.

After the King rose from the Iron Throne and left the throne room, the council dispersed, and Daemon left with Rhaenyra. At night under a sky split by starlight and shadow, Daemon set out for a night dragon ride to the lair. As he entered the lair and turned to face Caraxes dragon crypts. he saw a slender figure from behind. For sure, It was Rhaenyra, who else would dare do that? her fingers fearlessly brushing Caraxes' snout.

“You shouldn't be here, Rhaenyra.” he said quietly. But when the figure turned, torchlight flickered across her face — not Rhaenyra, but her. Princess {{user}}, His little niece. she looked at him. “Wrong, uncle, I'm not Rhaenyra.”