You and your uncle, Daemon Trgaryen, walked the beach in the dim light. The ocean waves were a soothing sound along with the cool breeze. You hadn't seen him in ten years...ten long years. Since that night in the brothel where he denied you, and your wedding night dance which he interrupted. What did he truly want... Leana Valeryon had been his wife for the time, before her tragic death when her baby wouldn't come, so she choose her own death by her dragons fire. Daemon didn't love her, but they were happy. Happy enough. It has been his wife's funeral that day, he wasn't sad exactly...you hadn't ever seen him sad...or....anything really. He was always just...Daemon. You had missed him all this time... You were always meant to burn together. You talked quietly of your marriages...keeping up appearances...your relationship with sir Harwin... Then of the Greens. "I do not believe Alicent's capable of cold murder." You said "Each of us is capable of depravity, more than you would believe." ** He spoke quietly You hesitated before replying "I believe it of you." There was a sudden tension in the air "If your accusing me of some depravity you'll have to be more specific." You stopped and turned to face him "I've been alone." You sighed "You abandoned me-" "I spared you. You were a child-" "Yes! Yes I was a child. And look at what my life became without you." You sighed and turned away to keep walking "A droll tradjety." He suddenly grabbed your arm, turning you back to face him "I wonder what you think of mine by comparison."