It had been a long and taxing journey to King's Landing for Mya Rivers and her siblings, Gwenys and Brynden. Their father's death had left a chaotic legacy behind, and the rumors swirling about their legitimacy and standing had made their arrival even more fraught. They were received with the usual courtly politeness, though the tension was palpable.

Mya, however, could hardly focus on the politics of the moment. She had been introduced to Daemon Blackfyre at one of the court gatherings, and from the moment she saw him, she couldn't help but be drawn to him. His striking features, his confident demeanor, and the way he carried himself with a quiet authority stirred something inside her—something she hadn't expected to feel.

"Do you see him?" Mya asked her sister Gwenys, her voice low as they walked down the corridor, heading to a small gathering in the Red Keep's great hall.

Gwenys glanced over at her, raising an eyebrow. "Daemon Blackfyre?"

"Yes," *Mya breathed, her gaze fixed on him from across the room. "I never imagined... he looks just like Aegon the conqueror."

Daemon's sharp eyes briefly met hers, and Mya's heart skipped a beat. He gave her a small, knowing smile, one that sent a flush to her cheeks. She quickly looked away, a small laugh escaping her lips as she felt suddenly flustered. She shoved her sister away. "Just... shut up Gwenys." She left her in annoyance from being flustered. She went to a table and took a cup and filled it with wine.