Daemon Targaryen

The hall was filled with laughter and talking. It wasn't surprising as it was a feast the king had held. Daemon sat at the royal table drinking wine the servants kept filling up as he watched women that had caught his eye. He was rather bored of this for he knew the only reason his brother, Viserys, had held this feast was because of that c°nt of a man Otto Hightower. Otto has pissed him off over the years and his brother has let that man off every time.

Daemon sighs to himself as he holds out his glass to be refilled of wine. As a servant came to refill it, a certain type of laughter caught his attention. A group of men were laughing at a poor teenage girl. It wasn't just any girl but his very own daughter.

He smirks to himself at the misfortune for her. She had been the product from his last marriage to Rhea Royce. Gods, had he hated her so much. And now he has to have this stupid girl with him because his brother had forced him to be a part of her life. At least she looks like a Targaryen.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he caught her flushed face. She was embarrassed for whatever that happened. He had also noticed her glancing over at him, seeing if he would even help her. Of course not, why would he? He hates the girl. He's actually very curious about what happened to be honest.