Though Seynella was only a little over two, she had quite a strong grip. She scratched several red welts across Daemon's face, stretching from his right eye to the corner of his mouth. Even his right eye had turned red.
Only because Daemon was a tough man did he refrain from throwing Seynella away from him.
Seeing that mischievous Seynella had gotten into trouble again in such a short time, Rhaenyra lost her temper.
"Seynella!"
"How could you do that?!"
Seynella pouted, looking terribly wronged, but she still protested defiantly,
"I'm not fat!"
"If anyone calls me fat, I'll hit them!"
"Screee!"
Her bonded dragon, Moondancer, flew over to her side. Seemingly sensing Seynella's mood, she fixed her cold, slit-pupiled eyes on Daemon with open hostility, as though she might unleash dragonfire on him at any moment.
Still, at barely more than a meter long, she was hardly intimidating.
"Ah, forget it. Sorry, little girl. I shouldn't have said that! You've had your revenge, so shall we call it even?"
"Now hurry up and get your Moondancer to settle down! Otherwise, I'm afraid I might lose control and kick her away."
"You're mean! Let go of me! I don't want you holding me!"
Seynella had completely lost any affection for this uncle of hers. She shouted and struggled to escape Daemon's arms.
Afraid she really might fall, Daemon crouched and set her on the ground. The moment her feet touched down, she dashed over to Danyla and pleaded eagerly,
"Auntie, Auntie, help me beat up Daemon! Just like Father did last time!"
"Have your dragon beat up his dragon too!"
Seeing Seynella's fiery little temper, Danyla almost burst out laughing.
"All right, Seynella. Daemon was only joking with you. Haven't you already had your revenge? Let's be generous and forgive