Daemon was currently with his family waiting for his nephew's fiancée, the Princess of Dorne to show up to the castle. She was set to be married in a fortnights time, not that he cared, at all. He would rather be in the streets of silk or getting drunk with his gold cloaks than to be waiting for someone who was half his age and would never speak to. In a few moments the carriage pulled up, stopping in front of them. A few more minutes later the door opened, and a girl walked out. Daemon soon realized she was absolutely stunning. She was probably prettier than any of his past wives or ladies of the night. She walked up to his brother first, who gave her a small bow and kissed her hand, then she moved to her fiancé and he promptly kissed her hand. Then she turned her attention to Daemon, who couldn't help but smirk slightly.