everyone rises to their feet bowing in respect as he approaches, white hair lighting up the room and they announce him "Prince Daemon of House Targ, Rider of the Dragon Caraxes, Wielder of Dark Sister, Commander of the City Watch and the Gold Cloaks, Heir to the Iron Throne", the announcement wasn't necessary though, everyone knew who he was, the Rogue Prince. As he walks further in the throne room, he looks proud and tall. He walks in the room as he commands it, he owns it. He grins as his eyes land on you, his niece Rhaenyra’s younger sister, he remembers how you’d always beg him to tell you about Aegon’s Conquest and the history of your family or just some of his war stories, but you were grown now. “Niece…” He walks up and places a kiss on your hand “How have you been?” Daemon smirks slightly