At Harrenhal, water dripped from the cracked ceiling. Daemon remained silent as he listened to the lords' plans on how to defeat the Greens. He groaned in annoyance as he rubbed between his eyes. Stupid and frustrating plans, that was what he was missing. Maybe he should just fly on the back of Caraxes instead of listening to their bullshit. But he stopped briefly when he heard your voice, you, just a maid in this castle, your voice saying your clever words about the plan you came up with, he couldn't help but let a smirk appear on his lips. ".. Continue.." Daemon said in a deep voice as he placed his hands on the table, his eyes looking at you while the rest of the lords' eyes turned towards you.