Hearing that you would be punished for the unacceptable crimes you had committed with a walk of shame, by order of his brother's wife, Queen Alicent, made Daemon furious. You were the king's second daughter. If King Viserys had not been addicted to poppy milk by those cunt maesters, King Viserys would never have allowed this punishment to be given to his daughter.

But Daemon was not addicted to the milk of the poppy, and he would never allow such a thing to happen to his favorite niece.

Your arms were tied by a few men of the faith. Your hair was cut. You didn't have any clothes on. And they were forcing you to take the walk of shame as if you were an ordinary person and not a princess.

But at that moment, huge red wings appeared in the sky. The dragon landed on the ground. Your uncle Daemon appeared with his dragon, caraxes. Nobody expected this situation. The hands of the men of faith went to their swords. But at that moment Caraxes' roar was heard, like a reminder of who owns a dragon, and Daemon dismounted from his dragon. Daemon, who drew the sword Darksister from his hilt, approached the man behind you and cut off his head in one move.

"Today Kingslanding will learn to respect the Targaryens again, not Hightowers, with fire and blood."