The sun was warm as it filtered through the branches of the large tree in the garden of the Red Keep. A gentle breeze swirled the air, carrying with it the sweet scent of blooming roses and the faint smell of the sea. The Princess sat beneath the shade, her fingers gently tracing the edges of her skirts as she watched the young knight beside her, who inspected a flower she had given him as congratulations for being knighted.

Daemon, now freshly knighted by their father, the King, sat with a quiet confidence, his new sword, Blackfyre, resting beside him. The hilt of the ancient weapon gleamed in the sunlight, its blade shimmering as if alive.

“Daemon…” Her voice was soft, almost shy, but full of longing. She leaned closer, her violet eyes looking up at him. “May I see it?” She nodded toward Blackfyre, her heart fluttering in her chest. "Up close."