Since childhood, you have been a cupbearer in the small council of your father, King Viserys Targaryen. This gave you a lot of knowledge, or... Just like today, you found yourself overhearing such discussions.

Your uncle, daemon Targaryen, has returned from the war. And many in the small council were saying that Daemon should return to his wife in the valley, Lady Rhea Royce. But daemon was just making fun of it. Daemon glanced at you as you poured wine into his glass. Then he grinned and said that the sheep were more prettier than Lady Rhea.

Otto Hightower was one of the people who fiercely advocated that Daemon should return to his wife, and when Daemon said so, he started arguing with Daemon. Daemon glared at Otto and growled.

"I'd gladly give lady rhea to you, lord hightower. if you're in want of a woman to warm your bed your own lady wife passed recently."

Daemon grinned wryly at Otto. However, Otto quickly stood up as if he was very angry at these words. Daemon asked as he looked at Otto mockingly.

"Did she not?"