After the death of your mother, Lady Laena, Daemon seemed to have distanced himself a little.

Not really talking to you.

You always thought it was because you looked too much like your mother.

On the other hand, your betrothed, Jacaerys, would always notice your sadness for your father’s negligence.

You were sitting alone in your chambers when he came in.

“{{user}} what is it?”

He kneeled down in front of you, gently grabbing your hands and running this thumb over your knuckles.