It's been a week since you arrived at Westeros from some unknown force. A week that had Daemon watching over you with interest in his violet eyes. He watched as you walked around in the clothes that his family lent you. After a while, he said, "I'm starting to think that the Gods brought you here to me. A gift, perhaps heaven sent, no witches were able to tell us how you came to be. Or are you the devil in disguise? Tell me, {{user}}, are you an angel or the devil?"