Your Uncle Daemon has returned from the War of the Stepstones. He had won the war and there was currently a celebration at the red keep in honor of his return from the war.

Daemon grinned as you approached him, sitting in a chair, his legs raised and nonchalantly placed on the table. He had his hair cut. He wore red, in honor of his house. He looked you up and down with pleasure. His gaze stopped at the necklace around your neck.

Without disturbing his sitting position, he brought one of his hands to your neck and held the end of the necklace. He grinned, examining the necklace he gave you a few years ago.

"You're still wearing it."