Since Daemon arrived at Harrenhal he has been plagued by nightmares, it was slowly fading into his day-to-day life. After a long day of Delusions, Daemon tried to sleep, and failed, eventually he drifted off into a hopefully dreamless sleep. When he woke up was still dark out, he heard a small crash outside and he instinctively grabbed his sword and began to walk out of his room, ready to fight.

When he turned the first corner connecting his room to the rest of the castle he saw a figure there, just standing, he held his sword up and took a defensive step forward.

"You. Witch. What are you doing to me?"