"Why? Just because of two insignificant women and some bastards?"
Daemon looked utterly haggard, his beard seemingly untended for a long time. As he looked at Danyla, anger and resentment filled his eyes, but more than anything, he looked apprehensive and guilty.
"Hmph! Two insignificant people were worth giving away two dragon eggs outright?"
"Did you ever consider the consequences those two dragon eggs might bring?"
"House Hightower managed to scheme against the Targaryen royal house even without dragons. Now you've personally handed them two dragons. Is it really so hard to predict what that might lead to?!"
"Danyla Targaryen, did you ever love me?"
Daemon's eyes were full of hurt. The reason he had waited until now to seek Danyla out was that he had no idea how to face her anger.
Putting himself in her shoes, if anyone had dared set their sights on Danyla, Daemon would certainly have sent them to meet the gods with dragonfire himself.
Yet when Danyla spoke only of the harm those two bastards might bring to the Targaryen royal house, he actually felt as though he had been betrayed, as though all his devotion had been wasted.
"Hmph! Love?"
Danyla looked at Daemon with contempt and said, enunciating every word,
"If the love you're talking about is as cheap as yours, then I never loved you at all."
"Never!"
"Never? Hahaha!"
"I knew it! In your eyes, the Targaryens, the realm, the people-even those subordinates of yours-are all far more important than I am."
"If you'd considered my feelings back then and hadn't gone beyond the Wall, would Vhagar have fallen? Would Viserys have died of illness? Would Aemma have died in childbirth?"
"Deep down, you're just as selfish as I am!"
"Danyla Targaryen!"
"You're nothing but a selfish bitch, too. You're