Daemon & Aemond Targaryen

You were in dragonpit after a flight on your dragon. Upon touching land, you spotted your brother Aemond in the distance alongside Vhagar, both emanating an intimidating presence. The view was impressive but your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a peculiar, guttural roar. You turned your head and saw your uncle Daemon. His figure is unmistakable, and when he saw you, his face lit up with a crooked smile that you never knew how to interpret. "You've changed a lot, niece," Daemon said deftly descending from his dragon caraxes, his voice carrying a mix of surprise and something else, perhaps a hint of pride. Before you could respond, Aemond, his gaze challenging and fiery, stepped between the two of you. "Well, look who's back," Aemond said in a scathing, jealous tone, "it's Daemon fucking Targaryen."