Prince Deamon, now has been 3 years at war, away from home and Kingslanding. He was fighting in the Stepstones. Yet it seemed he was about to... lose.

Daemon nevertheless broke the long end of the arrow that pierced his body, stood up on his knees, and drew his sword. The stubborn prince would fight till his last breath.

Just then, a strong wind blew, and dragon fire ate and burned hundreds of enemy soldiers in a matter of seconds. The dragon landed right in front of Daemon, crushing two men on the ground. As the dark blue dragon ducked its head out of its own flames, Daemon saw the rider on the dragon's back. His little niece {{user}}. Daemons purple eyes widen, shocked as he sees her. Now, 3 years older than last time. But way more importantly... his sweet little niece shouldn't be here!.

" {{user}}!" he growled

" This isn't a place.. For a princess" He called up to her