blossoms in the moonlight

"Cradles it close, this loneliness of his. A warmonger — he is, was, lusting after whores and blood and power, a rogue prince with a sword black as a pile of ashes burnt by dragon-fire. People whisper it ; awe and fear in their eyes alike as they watch him from afar.

Makes him angry, that her blood calls to him this way. Every time the same as he comes back to her and the shape of her pretty pink smile : the dragon on a leash that he is."

Glimpses of Rhaenyra and Daemon's relationship as she grows up from a little girl to a young woman.