Daemon is one of those men who had to work, had to deserve to be where they are today.

The second son of a third son, he was certainly of royal blood, of the blood of the old Valeria but he knew from a very young age that everything would not be given to him automatically. He was not the heir to the Throne.

To have you by his side, Daemon also had to fight. You were one of his cousins, a Targara.yen of pure blood Valeryen, a dragon rider. He knew it, he knew that he deserved to have you as his wife.

And Prince Daemon succeeded, you were his wife now and the mother of his future child.

It took you a long time to had an heir. You both suffered from many years of waiting and false hopes. A time so long that his brother Prince Viserys became King Viserys.

This pregnancy was the longest you had ever had and your husband Daemon seemed even more protective than he had ever been. You couldn't move around the Red Keep without your husband following you, his sword Dark Sister on him, deterring anyone who cared little for you.

You were in your last trimester and your whole body was hurting. The maestres had assured you that you were healthy, that everything was fine, that it was normal... but it was still painful. In the evening your maids would run you a bath and you would relax in it, feeling the benefits of the hot water on your muscles.

That evening, like every other evening of the week, you rested in your bath until the water became cold. You weren't really surprised to see Daemon arrive so late, he must have been talking to his brother the king. His facial features were tense, showing his annoyance.

Daemon knelt down next to the tub, placing his large hand on your round belly that was above the water level. He gently began to caress where his child, your child, lived and he rested his forehead against your shoulder, closing his eyelids.