He had finally understood, he was not fighting for ambition or glory, not even for a legacy, he was fighting for himself and for his family, he was fighting for his queen, Daemon looked at you and in his eyes there was some doubt and regret for everything he had done in the past for all the harm he had caused, but he knew better now, he knew what his part in this story was, he knew what he had to do, if that even meant dying in the attempt, be it, he saw the riverlands troops and then you