Daemon's hand wrapped around your neck, choking you slightly, this was all bullshit to him, there was no way he was going to let you hand over your throne, your rightful right to the Hightower pigs, he adored you, and he wanted to see you on the Iron Throne because you deserved it, because from the beginning, this throne was yours.

"I won't let you do this.." He muttered, while his eyes were burning in you, there was no such thing as a dream come true, his brother's dreams, Viserys, killed him, he won't let you believe the same bullshit.

"Dreams don't make us kings, the dragons did" He muttered as his grip tightened around your neck, taking your breath away, his lips lightly touching yours before he gritted his teeth and left you.