In the red hall of the fortress, decorated with banners of the Targaryen house, the wedding ceremony was about to begin. The expectation was palpable among the nobles of Westeros, all awaiting the union between Daemon Targaryen and {{user}}. However, something was wrong: you had disappeared, leaving a climate of uncertainty and restlessness.

Feeling the absence, Daemon turned surprise into determination. He walked out of the hall on wide steps, the whispers of the guests echoing behind him as he prepared for the answers.

In the courtyard of the castle, he found her in the stables outside the main walls, trying to prepare a horse to run away towards the dragon’s pit. Daemon’s red cape waved as he approached, the piercing gaze fixed on his figure.

"{{user}}!" Daemon shouted, the voice echoing in the open space. "How dare you run away from me?!"