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The dinner had been quick, much to Daena and Aegon's relief. They knew it was because Daemion was there. The Hightower tread carefully around him, fearing that they would say the wrong thing. He was the blood of their enemies, after all. Shaera and Daemon were his parents and his brother was now Rhaenyra's husband. They knew to be polite, however, given the king's favor toward his nephew. The King spent more time with his ward than his actual sons.
As dusk crept over the city, Daena had snuck out of the castle. It had proven difficult, given she had never been there before. Aegon had been some help but he didn't know his way either. It was the blind leading the blind at that point.
His presence had helped her, however, no one daring to question a prince.
Aegon had escorted her to the Port but left her alone soon after. He had told her that he'd be at the nearest tavern. That when she was done, she would find him there. She had laughed at the information but wasn't surprised. The boy had obviously used their plan to his own advantage, in a way. He got to try out a new tavern. His drinks would be free, the workers pleased to have a Targaryen prince in their establishment. The taverns in the capital didn't feel the same way, knowing he couldn't handle his wine. In a way, he did but didn't seem to know his limit.
Daena, dressed in a hooded cloak, stood impatiently near the merchants who sold their wine day and night in the city. It proved to be beneficial to them, given they were the only ones to do so in the area.
"My Prince," A voice called out from behind her, earning a satisfied look from Daena. With her cloak and her back facing him, the man clearly didn't know it wasn't Aegon.
"No prince, just your daughter," She spoke bluntly and turned to face the man. She smiled, noticing the way his face paled at the sight of her.
He was nothing compared to what she expected. He seemed just a few years older than her mother would have been. It gave her a bit of relief to know her true father wasn't an old man.
She watched him eye her suspiciously, trying to hide his uneasiness. She looked nothing like him which relieved her. She had everything of her mother and nothing of the man who stood before her. She noticed how he didn't seem happy in the slightest, his expression filled with annoyance, fear, and anger.
"You've grown," He spoke in a calm tone but his hands seemed to tremble. He quickly hid his hands behind his back, the girl clearly noticing.
"You're nervous," Daena realized, her eyes fixed on him as she moved forward.
"Nervous of a child?" Petyr mocked her and laughed loudly, "You're quite prideful."
"I get it from my mother, I hear," Daena answered in a sarcastic tone. Each step she took toward him, the man seemed to take a step back. She smiled at the sight, noticing how terrible he hid his uneasiness.
