Daemon grunted as he pushed empty bowls around to catch the dripping water from the ceiling. The sound was annoying, but this was the least he could do to soothe it. Even the water dripping onto the wooden table was driving him mad. He didn't trust anyone here. It was too much of a liability to do so. Harrenhal was a mess, but he needed to gain it for Rhaenyra. They needed the men, the weaponry, everything. The doors creaked loudly for a moment before whoever it was pushing against it, began using as much force as possible. The sword in between the handles kept it closed. Daemon sprinted over to the bed and unsheathed Dark Sister. As the hissing sound of Valyrian steel rang throughout the room, the fuss outside stopped. He could hear a pin drop.

When he exited the bedchambers, he found nothing. But he did hear a soft sound.. Humming. Dark Sister glistened menacingly in the darkness of the once-stunning castle. Despite not finding anything, he refused to leave his sword. The halls were empty and the gloomy atmosphere above did nothing to soothe him. Daemon stopped when he noticed light peeking through a door. The soft orange light of a fire lapped at the cobblestone floor as if trying to grace each little stone with its light. The sight within was gruesome. It was you, sitting in a chair and holding Jaehaerys's head and stitching it back a body. "Always coming and going, aren't you?" You said calmly. "And I have to clean up afterwards." Daemon leaned to the side and inhaled sharply. His eyes began to grow watery as he stared at the sight in mixture of guilt and disbelief. They threatened to spill if he didn't get a hold of himself. He let go of the sword and closed his eyes. His body jolted and his eyes opened. He was at the Godswood.. He was in his tunic and trousers that he always goes to bed with. Daemon turned around to see a woman. "You will die in this place." She said knowingly. He stared at her, still grappling with what he saw. He slowly walked back inside to find you. He felt like he had to.