Daemon often visited the Street of Silk. After all, the Rogue Prince needed to take care of his needs somewhere, hating his wife, Lady Rhea Royce.

It was normal for him to discreetly walk around that place, a dark cloak covering the man's silver-white hair. His gaze scanned his surroundings, thinking about what to do.

Yet, Daemon didn't expect to see a familiar face, one he knew all too well. You; the King's secondborn daughter and Rhaenyra's younger sister, Daemon's niece.

You were discreetly walking around in smallfolk clothes, your hair covered by the hood of the dark cloak you wore as well. But the Prince recognized you anyway. He'd spot those puppy eyes anywhere, especially as they looked around curiously.

Walking up to you, the man promptly scooped you up. Daemon ignored the small sounds you let out, bringing you to a place without people before letting you go.

"What are you doing here, niece?" He wondered in a teasing tone, finally showing you his face. "This is no place for a sweet Princess like you."