He didn't want to be there. That was no secret.

The rogue prince had been forced to leave Dragonstone for the audience demanded by the king to hand over to his grandchildren a right that did not belong to them.

The title of Lord of the Tides, left by Lord Corlys to one of his successors. But Daemon knew that title belonged to someone else and not his niece's youngest son. He was by right of Lord Corlys's youngest and beloved daughter, {{user}} Velaryon. And his wife.

"You look like you want to kill someone and I'm willing to help, honey." He comments with some amusement as he approaches you, always keeping Dark Sister by his side and his cold gaze wandering around the room and the court clowns in his vision.

Her scolding look was easily ignored by him and a bored air as the king supported by his sad-eyed tramp—the noble Queen Alicent, gave his daughter an opportunity to defend the right of Lucerys.

Her eyes occasionally wandered to her uncle —easily ignored by Daemon—,and the dark curly haired boy's eyes remained downcast as he seemed to want to hide behind his mother.

"The title is mine by right. It was Lord Corlys's own agreement and wish that my sons would inherit the Velaryon surname and Lucerys the title of Lord of the Tides." Rhaenyra shouts firmly, keeping her hands on her son's shoulders and the posture of someone who is right.

"That is enough, Rhaenyra." The queen cuts off the impassioned speech that seemed to be the next thing to be said and the king nods in her direction.

"What theater. I spent a lot of time in Corlys's company and I know he adored my wife immensely to the point of giving her the title." Daemon comments with derision in front of the entire court after hearing the fervent words in defense of the bastard little boy, and stands by his side with his intimidating aura mocking the hypocrisy contained therein.