One minute, that's what you needed. One minute to breathe and think about everything that had happened in the last few years.

Daemon didn't know why he acted the way he did—whether it was for fun, to piss off his older brother, out of pure selfishness, or if it was genuine. But, there wasn't a day that he never felt like he needed to have you, and he did, every single time he wanted to.

Your life revolved around his, without him you were just Viserys' queen consort, probably without children since his brother and your husband wasn't good enough at hitting the target, so Daemon did it for him—in a secret that not even the king would ever know.

And, you see, who could tell the difference between them when everyone in the family had silver hair and violet eyes?

But, every lie has validity—yours was slowly beginning to show itself, as your eldest son grew into the spitting image of Daemon. Stubborn and impulsive, a teenager who acted like he owned the whole world on his dragon.

Viserys wasn't perfectly happy with the uncontrollable personality of his eldest son, the future king, how could he be king when he was so... So... Like his uncle? Maybe, it was the coexistence—as you tried to tell him—but, you could see how it bothered him, his heir looked more like his brother than like him.

“My queen... Are you busy? Would you mind taking a walk with me?” Daemon's expression was always the same, as if he could swallow you up any time he wanted. How you would like to really hate him, but that wouldn't happen in a thousand years.

Sighing, you asked your personal maid to leave you alone with him. “Shouldn't you be training sparring with your nephews? I told Ser Criston that you would help him today.” Your words were like an attempt to push him away momentarily.

“My nephews, my children, yes... I was with them just now.” He offered his arm to you. “But, how could I go on with my day without knowing how my dear little sister is doing? I missed you while I was in the Vale, don't be mean now.”