The fact that Daemon did everything for his sister-wife was already known, it had been like that since childhood.

To the point that because the dragon egg that had been placed in her cradle had never hatched, he, now in adulthood, had caught one in the Dragonpit for her.

It had hatched a few weeks ago and was still small and young, coiled about her shoulders like a stole.

The problem is that she treated him like a baby.

Even at bedtime Daemon would find the little one with her.