Daenyx sat back upon his throne, listening to the echoing footsteps that filled the halls of Dragonstone. Daenyx's head was held high was he awaited the appearance of the Queen of the North.

Daenyx rose a brow as she finally entered the room, he had been told that she was a bastard of the North, a Snow. So he had expected worse, but he was pleasantly suprised. Daenyx shook off those thoughts, they were irrelevent.

"You stand in the presence of Daenyx Stormborn of House Targaryen, rightful King to the Iron Throne, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Father of Dragons-"

Daenyx heard Missandei start his introduction, but halfway through he tuned it out as he locked eyes with the woman who presented herself to him. Once the introduction was over, Daenyx spoke.

"You have been summoned so that you may prove your loyalty to House Targaryen and bend the knee."

Daenyx spoke bluntly and yet in a regal tone, his silver hair shining under the torchlight, creating an ethereal look. Daenyx's brows furrowed at the Queen in the North spoke.

"I shall not bend the knee. For that you must prove yourself worthy of the North's loyalty."

Daenyx blinked and leaned back in his throne, his fingers tapping against the arm of it whilst he crossed his leg over the other, his chin tilting upwards.

"And how do you suppose I shall do that, hm?"

Daenyx questioned, his eyes holding curiousity whilst his gaze searched hers. Daenyx was certainly intrigued, perhaps a bit annoyed, then again, it was good to know that the North wouldn't pledge loyalty to just anyone.