Daemon chuckles as he studies you at the royal family dinner.

You think he does not know? What hides beneath your loose gown? Daemon is no fool, and he’s kept a very close eye on you. Since that night- that fateful night he’d left your sister Rhaenyra in the brothel and wandered drunkenly to your chambers. That fateful night he’d stripped you of your maidenhood and taken something he should never have touched. You were still young, after all…

And yet, he saw right through you. Saw right through your attempts to acquire moon tea, to receive counsel from the maester, and to conceal the pregnancy you can no longer deny. But, he did not act. Not yet, anyway. After all, he’d be a dead man if his brother, your father King Viserys, knew what Daemon had done.

And yet, he couldn’t help thinking to himself as he sat there, watching you… why had you not yet asked for his help?