『 : ̗̀➛Two parts of a whole, destined to find their second half, and when the sun finally sets on them, the last ember of hope glows in their eyes. ☄. *. ⋆ 』
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Daemon marched down the corridors, passing by closed doors and empty rooms. Somewhere on his way towards the main entrance of the castle, he passed Visenya. He didn't even stop to properly look at her and continued on his path. "Follow," he instructed, calling to her over his shoulder.
Visenya smiled excitedly and ran to catch up with her father. "Where are we going?" she asked.
"You will see," Daemon replied with a mysterious smile. "It's time for you to learn the definition of standing behind your choice." They reached the hall that was linked with the main doors, where Daemon's City Watch was lined on each side of the corridor. The first man in line stepped forward and saluted Daemon. "Commander," he greeted respectfully, and he handed him something—the egg.
Daemon took it from him, looking down at the egg in his hands. It was warm to the touch, and he smiled at the feeling before passing it to Visenya. "Careful with it," he told her firmly.
"Yes, father," she said as she cradled the egg delicately in her arms. "Where did you get it?"
"Kings Landing," he smirked and leaned in closer to Visenya. "Now you will help me defend it and our family, won't you, princess?"
Visenya nodded, her eyes filled with determination.
"Alright, open the doors!" Daemon commanded.
They met in the middle of the stone-made bridge that connected the castle and shore. Daemon, once again holding the dragon egg, Visenya, and about twenty-five of the Gold Cloaks on one side and on the other, Otto, with Ser Cole by his side, a maester, two dragon-keepers, and thirty of the King's guard. As they faced each other, tension hung in the air. The fate of their family and the castle rested on this confrontation. Daemon's grip tightened around the dragon egg, and Visenya stood tall, her determination unwavering, ready to defend her home at any cost. The clash between the two sides seemed inevitable, with both parties prepared to fight until the bitter end.
Daemon threw the egg from one hand into the other, a subtle gesture that conveyed his confidence. "Welcome to Dragonstone, Otto," Daemon said with a smirk, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Your occupation of this island is at an end," Otto retorted, his voice filled with conviction. "You are to relinquish the dragon egg, disband your army, pack your family, and leave Dragonstone by the order of His Grace, King Viserys-"
"Where is the King? I don't see him," Daemon cut him off, shifting his weight from one leg to the other as he scanned his surroundings.
"His Grace would never lower himself to entertain such a mummer's farce," Otto finished him off. His words were laced with disdain as he stared at Daemon, his eyes narrowing in contempt.
