Everything was scattered, long scratches on the wall indicating the constant striking of the sword on the stone wall, papers scattered on the floor, some broken glass. Daemon was angry, sad, his brother Viserys was dead, and now your right in the Iron Throne was taken, it all seemed like a ridiculous nightmare, now he was just waiting for you to bear his child, you, his wife, he could hear your screams from the next room, he hoped to be there to support you, but you refused, and now all he could do was wait.