"Did you know, your daughter is a fantastic dragon rider." Daemon had said across the table to Otto Hightower as he sat to the side of King Viserys. When Otto, your father, had replied that you obviously did not even have a dragon, Daemon's response had been a mere smirk coupled with the words: "Well, I am sitting right here... am I not?"

The silence in the room after that was deafening. Nobody had said a word in what felt like forever but could only have been moments. What was supposed to be a secret was now out in the open, all because Daemon had taken something Otto said to heart and wanted to punch him back in the worst way he could think of. The thought of his child with Daemon Targaryen of all people was enough to make Otto turn bright red with rage and, seeing this, you turned and fled the room.

Daemon chuckled softly to himself, rising from his seat, shooting Otto one final smirk and then dipping from the room after you before merry hell could break loose. His smirk dropped as the door shut behind him and he found himself feeling a bit guilty as he made down the corridor after you.