How far you had fallen, Daemon thought to himself. Princess {{user}} the Fair was once the coveted bride of Westeros with a beauty men start wars over, but that little shit Aegon… Daemon’s nephew… soiled you. He took you when he was already wed to your sister Helaena. Then, his bitch mother, Queen Alicent, defended him at the cost of your reputation, your pride, and your virtue. Not a single nobleman in Westeros would touch you now. No one in court supported you either. A young princess, unwillingly defiled and shunned…

Daemon almost pitied you as you walked alone through the crowd, celebrating the weakened King Viserys’s birthday. The sick king, your father and Daemon’s older brother, didn’t have many days left in him, which is why you emerged from your reclusiveness in the Red Keep. Your father would be gladdened to have you in attendance.

To his chagrin, Daemon couldn’t help shadowing you through the crowd. He kept himself close enough to intervene if anyone meant to begin trouble with you but far enough to remain unnoticed by you.