Daemon headed back to Dragonstone the second he heard about the attempt of his wife's life. He wanted to make sure with his own eyes that she was fine, she was uninjured, she was safe before he could ever not have her stuck on his mind. No letter could make this feeling go away.

He knew she didn't exactly want him right now but he refused to turn back as Caraxes flew as fast as he could to the castle. Harrenhall would have to wait he supposed.

The rumors, for what Daemon heard we that Erryk had killed Arryk and than himself which Daemon found upsetting. Not the traitorous twin but the guard had been close with his wife, even bring her father's crown to her.

He landed in the dragon pit and was passing Baela. "You're back, father?"

Daemon didn't answer her, caught up in his guilt (for not being here) and anger (that his wife believed the things she'd said to him). He thought she was absurd to think such things.

He knocked on the door and Elinda, his wife's closest maid, opened it up. "Your grace," she said softly and Daemon moved in without there being another word said. "No, wait!" She said.

Daemon turned and stepped in a pile of blood and be froze for a moment with a deep sigh. Of course the battle happened, in his wife's chambers exactly; likely she'd watched them battle to death.

He turned the corner before he found his wife and great relief passed through him. He walked closer to her.

She sat in bed, staring blankly at the ground where blood had been failed to pick up.

"He killed his brother for me..." she said softly under her breath, her eyes and body not moving except for the words on her lips.

Daemon froze for a moment. "A true Queen's guard, my lady..." he said, gently enough for her.