Daemon leaned against a wall, arms crossed, violet eyes set forward, watching. It was one of Viserys feasts, something to sit and try to reward some ungrateful brat or Lord. It was both amusing to watch his brother send the servants scrambling around like lost bugs on left over foodtrays, and an annoying sight.

Boredom took his mind as he scanned the room in search of something, anything to ease his mind, or to forget the whole damned thing. And then his hard, purple gaze landed onto user.