Daemon strode into the Red Keep with the confidence of a man who had tasted victory, the battle crown of Driftmark and the bloody hammer of the Crabfeeder already discarded, yet his gaze was no less proud. He cut a figure of power as he made his way through the great halls, and for a moment, his mind drifted to the throne.

A glimpse of brown hair caught his eye, however, and his steps faltered. There, standing by the windows overlooking Blackwater Bay, was Casie, Rhaenyra's younger sister.