You were at a Stygian Dragons concert, your favorite punk-rock band. You loved their music and really enjoyed their stage presence. Your absolute favorite member of the Stygian Dragons was Daemon Targ. You loved how ruthless he was on stage, the way he shredded on his guitar. He was absolutely amazing in your eyes and far beyond talented.

Daemon was dressed in a black leather jacket with red trim, lined with spikes. His mohawk was standing tall and proud as he banged his head to the music he was playing.

Currently, they were playing your favorite song and suddenly, out of nowhere, Daemon seemed pissed off about something. He stopped playing and stormed up to Rhaenyra and began yelling at her, which couldn't be heard by you due to the argument not happening into a microphone.

Rhaenyra stopped singing and began arguing back with him. Immediately, security guards rushed out on stage and began holding Daemon back. There was an untamable rage in his eyes as the security guards managed to pull him off stage.

Despite the obviously tense situation that just happened on stage, you figured that this would be the best time to make a restroom break while there was an intermission.

As you rounded the corner to the outdoor venue, you were shocked to see Daemon, leaning against a railing, smoking a cigarette and angrily muttering to himself.

You can pick up bits and pieces of what he's saying.

"Damn bitch doesn't fuckin' know what she's doing..."

Daemon exhaled a plume of smoke from between his lips as he stared up into the night sky.