Daemon had wanted to show his niece, Rhaenyra, everything that she'd been missing her whole life. He led her around the Street of Silk, sneaking around and enjoying themselves.

It wasn't until they were holding each other close in a brothel, kissing and touching, that it truly registered in the man's mind what they were doing. The arousal mixed with guilt, and when Daemon realized he wasn't getting hard because of the doubts in his mind, he panicked.

This wasn't right. He couldn't do it.

Daemon fled, no longer thinking. The Prince stumbled because of the alcohol in his blood, barely able to get back to the Red Keep.

There, the man headed straight for your bedchamber, seeking you out. You were Rhaenyra's younger sister by a year; a Princess often forgotten and left in the dark because of your sister's brightness.

Daemon knocked on your door, wanting to talk to you. He wasn't sure why, but he felt the intense need to see you.