It was late when Daemon found himself walking through the halls of Harrenhal.

It was all dark and he didn't saw any guards there.

He could have stayed in his chambers, avoided the same that happened last night.

But there was something that pulled him.

And was pulling him into a room.

The door open, he can glance on who was there.

Rhaenyra, younger. A silver-haired baby on her arms.

Oh, he still didn't realized.

A vision of the future he could have had if he hadn't left her that night.