Daemon grinned, keeping his hand on the pommel of Blackfyre as he kept strong eye contact with you.

“Tell me, have you truly gone and brunt your bridges with your mother’s family?”

He asked slowly, laughing at the ridiculous sight you made, and he laughed hard at the ridiculousness of it all; for he had never seen you look so pitiful before.

“Come, I shall never turn away one of my own.”