Daemon had fought for 3 years on the Stepstones and got the win. He got through that, crowned as the King of the Narrow Sea. Yet, the victory happiness didn't hold on long.

He got the massage like the whole kingdom did. His beloved brother Viserys, the King, had died unexpectedly. What had made {{user}} Viserys only daughter, directly the Queen of Westeros.

Daemons tall figure walked towards the Iron Throne. Nobel's watched, curious if the Rogue Prince would do now. Unsure if he would accept his niece as the new Queen and first female ruler. Daemon wore a crown. His purple eyes saw his niece sitting on the Iron Throne... he felt grief for the loss of his brother Viserys's. Yet, in pride, for his niece, he loved her very much... may a bit too much. He went without hesitation on a knee, showing his unshakable loyalty towards his new queen

"My Queen" his deep voice said. Daemon took the crown off and held it towards his niece.

"The Stepstones are yours~"