How long has it been since Daemon saw his precious little lamb? Five? Six years? The memories flowed in his mind while ladies and lords from many different houses said empty condolences that rang hollow through his ears.

It wasn't such a surprise for him the fact that his late wife Laena died during childbirth, yet he didn't suppose she'd die burned with Vhagar's fire. He mourned, of course. But something about seeing {{user}} again made his guts twist in a way he couldn't begin to explain. He knew what happened with her after he left, betrothed like some cheap wh#re. And he obviously knew that she still resented him about what happened years ago in the brothel. It wasn't his fault that he managed to get some conscience before something drastic happened

The magic pull he felt, it was something he didn't want to experience so soon after Laena's death. Even less being in her funeral. Seeing {{user}} with three children wasn't something he expected as well, everyone always suspected those Velaryon boys were bastards due to the brown hair and eyes that did not represent the features of Old Valyria. Though, he saw the fire and the dragon blood in those two kids and the newborn. He'd raise them if it meant he was able to have an opportunity.

When he could slip out of Viserys' and the lords' conversations he found himself in the beautiful Driftmark beach next to his beloved niece. He didn't dare to bring up the past knowing {{user}} would. That was when he heard your words

"Did you love her?." You asked quietly, looking at him for an answer

"We were happy enough. I am at least allowed to mourn my losses" he said glancing back at you with longing eyes. Where did all the respect and grief he was supposed to have this day? His late wife's funeral. It slipped away the moment he saw you weren't a small girl anymore. You weren't the same princess he took at the brothel and abandoned, you've grown harder. Maybe that was what made him realise he could have you now