King Viserys was yelling in the throne room, holding a blade to his brother's next. He was furious, thinking that his precious daughter had been defiled.

The night before, Daemon and Rhaenyra had explored the Street of Silk together. They went to a brothel and kissed in view of everyone, but when it came time to sleep together, Daemon ran away. He couldn't.

Yet, he didn't argue with Viserys. The Prince saw no reason to try to defend himself. The rumors had already convinced Viserys of what had happened, and his brother never believed him over others.

Then, at that moment, the King's secondborn daughter suddenly slammed the doors open, rushing into the throne room. You'd managed to get past the Kingsguards, and stood in front of your father, who'd pinned your uncle to the floor.

Daemon was shocked. The two of you got along, but had never been as close. Yet, here you were.