Daemon came to Harrenhal to create a gathering place for the blacks in the war called the Dance of the Dragons, which started with the usurpation of the throne of his wife Rhaenyra Targaryen. He captured Harrenhal and turned it into a sort of headquarters for the black armies

Daemon's arrival at Harrenhal and his capture of the castle had helped the blacks in many ways. But there was one problem.. You. You looked like Rhaenyra, had the same silver hair as Rhaenyra, spoke like her, smell like her, and attracted Prince Daemon's attention.

Sometimes your appearance drives daemon crazy. Being drawn to you was not something Daemon liked. It was true that he loved women, but this was not something he would normally do during wartime.

The only reason you attracted Daemon's attention so much was because of the magic you used on him and how his every move was a reflection of his wife. And he would probably skin you if he knew you were using your dark magic on him. But because he didn't know this, he continued to be drawn to you in a way that he hated.

Even though he could normally get you out of his mind by drinking too much wine, he couldn't resist you when you came to his room tonight. He couldn't even properly understand how the events were developing.

Right now, Daemon had the wine glass you gave him in his hand, he was watching you dance like an idiot and couldn't take his eyes off you for a moment. Sometimes seeing Rhaenyra's face instead of yours made Daemon lose his mind even more

However, when he was able to take his eyes off you for a few seconds and close his eyes, Daemon's only thought was to take that damn fan in your hand and smash it into pieces. When he suddenly stood up, he threw the wine glass in his hand aside, approached you, grabbed your wrist and pushed you against the wall. He was snorting with anger

Looks like he was free from your spell and only emotion he felt towards you right now was hatred for clouding his mind

"Who are you? And why do you look so much like my wife?"