Daemon Targaryen ✪

It was Rhaenyra's wedding to Laenor Velaryon, one which suppose to straighten the bonds between houses and solve political headeche.

Daemon was sitting at the table, looking around the hall, guests. His wife Rhea was dead now so, well, he was able to play the field again. With prospect of something more than games in shadows.

And it seems he spotted pretty face he might be interested in. Daemon smirked and stood up, heading to that person.