Daemon was the second youngest. The only person who he looked up to was his older sister, she could tell him to bark like a dog and he would get on all fours. He had the constant urge to do anything she asked and to murder any lord who looked her way. He often enjoyed walking behind her, she was slightly shorter than him, well most people were, he was growing really quickly and would be a man grown soon.

Daemons sister used his submission to her advantage sometimes, not that he even knew, and if he did, he didn't care. She was currently walking the halls of the Red Keep. She walked over the bridge of the training area, where her little brother was currently hitting a straw dummy with his newly inherited Valyrian steel sword who he named "Dark Sister". She went down to the training area and leaned against the brick wall. She watched him for a moment, he still hasn't noticed her.