Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 179 - Just Don't Harm My Siblings.

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Third Person POV.

King's Landing.

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Daemon was receiving so many visitors without intervening that he didn't even bother to personally meet them all. However, this one in particular, where men of various banners were approaching the entrance gate before him... it was something a bit more special that he could not ignore.

He stood there at the entrance of the castle with his people, staring at the men who made their way into Winterfell's courtyard.

This convoy had come directly from the South, and Daemon had been keeping an eye on them for a few days through his birds. After all, how could he not? How could he not receive Robb Stark, his cousin, along with the group that had survived the escape from the South after the events of the Red Wedding?

He saw them all entering. The mother of Lyanna Mormont, Lady Maege Mormont, was among the first people on horseback along with Alysane, but her eldest daughter, Dacey, had been killed.

Daemon focused his attention on the first person there. When he came toward him after dismounting his horse, his eyes fixed on him, but then shifted anxiously. Everyone around seemed to hold their breath, at least the Northerners there, after all, this meeting was somewhat special.

This person held himself firm, despite the difficulty of doing so after everything that had happened more than a year ago, standing before him while staring straight into his eyes without wavering. However, Daemon could see the weakness he tried to conceal.

"Hello, Robb Stark," said Daemon to the boy before him, who stared back, trying to keep his eyes steady on his cousin.

Daemon had a solemn look upon him. There was no anger, only calmness. And Daemon could see the sadness behind his eyes, the fear, the uncertainty.

The people around them began to whisper softly, watching the scene with complete interest. After all, on one side was Lord Stark's firstborn, a survivor of the war, returning to Winterfell after losing almost everything.

On the other, the man who had conquered Winterfell on his own when Robb lost the castle, the one who should have been a despised bastard, like most bastards. The only difference was that he had grown up in this castle and, in return, had borne the hatred of his supposed father's wife. Later, it was revealed he was his nephew, and Daemon would prove he was a legitimate child.

"Daemon Targaryen... It's been a while since I last saw you..." The words came out with some hesitation from Robb's mouth.

"Yes, I spared you in our last encounter, and I even wanted to fight you on a battlefield. That's why I spared you from being gravely hurt that time when you tried to attack me with fifty men," said Daemon.

The people behind him didn't fail to frown upon hearing this statement. Everyone knew it had happened back then in the riverlands, but it still made the atmosphere quite tense for Daemon to utter those words before everyone.

Daemon continued before Robb could answer him.

"However, I do not harbor anger toward you, Robb," Daemon went on.

Robb tried to say something, struggling to find words. He was usually honest and straightforward, but here it felt like walking on eggshells. He had to be careful with his words—he was at a disadvantage.

Daemon then continued once again.

"I do not harbor anger toward you, Robb, but neither do I hold any love. We were never truly brothers. Your mother had ensured that while I lived in this castle. And I still intend to deal with your father."