After seeing Laena die in front of his eyes, his wife preferring a dragonrider's death to being cut open, Daemon felt like he was in a daze. He tried to comfort their daughters, Rhaena and Baela, talking to both of them and taking care of them. It was hard, though.

Everyone had come for Laena's funeral. Her parents, Rhaenys and Corlys, along with the royal family. King Viserys was too sick to do much. The man didn't notice the tension between both sides of his family; Alicent and her sons versus Rhaenyra and hers.

Daemon couldn't find it in himself to care about such things, at the moment. The Prince found himself chuckling from the shock, unable to believe what had happened. It seemed quite improper, but if he didn't laugh, he knew he'd just start crying.

That was when you came up to him. You were Rhaenyra's younger sister, the King's secondborn daughter and Daemon's niece. The two of you hadn't spoken in a long time. Yet, even now, a certain sense of understanding passed between you as you stood side by side.