Daemon pushed passed the Kings'Guard, Ser Crispin, standing in his way, to get to his niece whom he'd spent most the night with. Her arm was bleeding from where Alicent Hightower had just cut it with Valyrian steel knife that his brother always seemed to carry around.

He placed his hand over the wound, applying pressure. "I'm here..." He whispered quietly in her ear as he felt her head land on his shoulder. He had to restraint from kissing her forehead gently as he than led her back to one of her rooms with her kids following. Laenor still being no where to be found, he understood his lose but all Daemon wanted was to be near Rhaenyra.