Prince Daemon Targaryen had risen to the sun as soon as the rays broke through his windows. Prince Daemon acknowledged that the game would now begin in earnest. Daemon sat at the table with Jaime Lannister and Stannis Baratheon, Ser Oswell stood diligently behind them, far enough away not to be considered looming or lurking, but close enough to intervene in the event of danger if it was needed.

Daemon was enjoying a nice Bacon and eggs with a Dornish Red. Jaime was enjoying a Barley stew, while Stannis enjoyed a serving of leg of lamb. Both Companions drank Arbor Gold.

''My prince.'' Says a soft voice, and Daemon turns to find Mira Tyrell. Daemon's Pale lilac eyes seem to become brighter as he takes in the young Mira. A Girl on par with him in age, albeit slightly older.

''Lady Mira, please, be seated.'' Says Daemon, and Mira offers a grateful smile.

''H-how do you like Highgarden?'' Asks Mira shyly.

(POV Shift: Mira Tyrell)

Mira Tyrell gingerly stood in her room, she was replaying the previous night over in her mind. Prince Daemon was everything and yet nothing like the stories of him or his House Portrayed. Yes he had purple eyes of a pale Lilac hue, silvery-gold hair, and as a result an almost inhuman level of beauty and Majesty.

And yet, she felt this pull to him, like something was tugging her towards him. He was handsome yet there was an anger in him, one that seemed to simmer yet never boil.

For whatever reason she felt her mouth water, her sex moisten, and her chest flutter and heat up.

When she dreamed she found herself in something to real, she saw the Prince and her, along with two others entwined together and abed, she felt dirty just thinking about it, but also happy.

She didn't understand what was happening to her.

After bathing thoroughly, she dressed conservatively, but that was the bare minimum of Conservatively dressed. She recalled what her mother had said of the Prince's uncle and namesake.

(Flashback)

Olenna Redwyne was in a reflective mood, as she often was, and Mira, Mina, and Janna were listening to her words attentively and with a hungry eagerness. Janna was thoughtful, Mina expressive, yet As she listened to her mother speak of her former betrothed she herself felt a longing she did not know.

''Oh they can be chivalrous or courteous but I remember Ser Daemon's words as much as his eyes. 'The gods flip a coin aye, but greatness or madness is simple and inaccurate, I believe the coin flip determines whether the Madness takes hold or not. But even in saying that everybody has a little bit of insanity in them, my House just has the most.' After that we never saw each other again.'' Said Olenna with a deep, yet thoughtful frown.

(Mira)

That left Mira with many questions but very little, if any answers.

Mira left her chambers, and proceeded to walk to the Great Hall, where meals were served, feast or not. As she descended she couldn't an unknowable feeling as she drew closer to the Great Hall.

Mira immediately realized the source of this feeling, because it intensified upon seeing Prince Daemon at the nearby table. Her heart begins to beat just a little bit faster than average.

''Prince Daemon?'' Asks Mira with more confidence than she's used to. The Prince turns to her, his eyes burn brighter at her presence.

''Lady Mira, please, be seated.'' Says the Prince kindly and Mira offers a grateful smile.

''H-how do you like Highgarden?'' Asks Mira shyly.

''Few things are or have the luxury of being something of such beauty, something I'm sure you can find truth in.'' When Prince Daemon said that, Mira felt something entirely unnerving yet not unwelcome.

Trying to ignore the heating of her cheeks, Mira is left unable to formulate any proper words.

The Prince for his part smiles knowingly, before he has to turn his gaze to Yohn Royce.

(POV Shift: Daemon Targaryen)

Daemon turned his attention from the Lady Mira, instead gazing at Lord Yohn, who mentioned something about a hunt.

"You coming Daemon?" Asks Jaime.

"Sure, couldn't hurt to see more of the land." Says Daemon.

He was about to offer Lady Mira the opportunity to come, but then her brother showed up. Oh boy, this was a kid that was already getting on Daemon's nerves, but at the same time he found himself appreciating the man for who he was. Mace wasn't good or bad, but he was a decent enough fellow, if a little bit annoying.

Of Mace's fellow Reach Heirs, Daemon found himself with an increasing liking of Randyll Tarly and Garth Hightower. Randyll was disciplined, blunt, and unafraid of speaking his mind.

Garth was a second son, but he was much more tolerable than his brother Baelor. The man had a reputation for farting, or so Oberyn had said. Daemon found himself liking the two more than Mace and Baelor.

(Wat's Wood, The Reach)

Jaime, Stannis, Yohn, Nestor, Oberyn, Lyn, Mace, Randyll, Garth, Mace and several others accompanied Daemon into the Wat's wood, the only real place to hunt in the Reach. Daemon often enjoyed himself in hunting in the Kingswood with his friends, so this was a nice change of scenery while not too different to the Kingswood he was so used to.

The ten notables accompanied Daemon, they were tracking a buck, they were fairly young as it is, but they enjoyed the freedom the woods provided. When His father was in one of his moods, he would go to Sept or Godswood, just to escape his Father and Brother. But more often it was the Godswood he headed to.

Daemon was a devout follower of the Faith, but there was just something about the solitude that the the Godswood provided to him that always saw him return there. He'd sit his back and head against the trunk and just listen to the breeze. On one side, there was him, on the other side of the Weirwood's face was more often than not Daena.

Daemon wasn't blind. He knew his twin well enough to know she cared for him more than a sister should...And if he was being honest, he did have some incestuous feelings towards his sister. It was a shameful to admit, even to a Targaryen like him, but it was the truth nevertheless.

Daemon wasn't a zealot by any means, nor some rabid animal like his slowly increasingly made Father. But he wasn't as apathetic to the Faith as Lord Tywin. Daemon saw the possibility of The Stranger being the Red God R'hllor as well as the Drowned God.

Braavos called The Westerosi Patron Deity of Death The Many Faced God, who's to say R'hllor and The Drowned God are not two of his faces? Daemon isn't fool enough to voice this openly of course, he values his faith enough to not say it to any Septon or Septa.

Daena was a bit more funny with something she liked to say; ''God's are what we make them, and we have chosen Seven. And thus The Father is represented by our own, because he is king. When our Dragons died, the Hand became The Smith, with the Small Council serving as his tools of trade. The Kingsguard and you and Rhaegar serve as the representations of The Warrior, The Kingsguard because they are the Kingsguard, and you and Rhaegar because neither of you has inherited as the next Father. Ser Hightower is The Warrior himself, as he is Lord-Commander. Mother is the The Mother, and once a grandmother shall become The Crone. I am The Maiden, as I am one and have not become The Next Mother.".

Daemon would then have asked who thus represented The Stranger, and Daena replied their Grandfather as the only one suitable for the role, as his time as The Father had passed and in Death he could now become The Stranger.

''Look Dae!'' Jaime's voice drew him from his musings, as they saw a Large Stag ahead of Them.

''Look at that pelt! This kind of Stag isn't commonly found so far from the North or Stormlands.'' Said Stannis. And Stannis was right, the Pelt was A Stark White, with the occasional tuft of Brown fur.

''We should ensure that we can harry it into a complete pincer movement. Yohn, block off the West. Randyll I want you to ensure that the Buck cannot escape North. Nestor I want you to ensure the same for the East. Jaime take Southeast, Mace Northwest, Oberyn Northeast, and Stannis Southwest. I got the Stag so Garth takes South.'' Daemon Instructs.

The Maw and his tag alongs get into position and Picking up a Longbow, he knocks a single single arrow, preparing to draw, but another arrow is fired apparently from nowhere, and fells the best.

Turning behind him he can only look on incredulously with Garth as sat atop a horse is Mira Tyrell in Riding Leathers...with an impish expression upon her face.

''Not one single word about that too anyone.'' Says Daemon.

''Yes, My prince.'' Says Garth numbly.

Chapter End

A shorter Chapter than usual I know, but I didn't want to just do a Massive Time-Skip here and Now, Wanted to provide a brief bit of post-arrival first.

Next chapter will be a moderate Time-Skip at most, after which I will have likely Since ended my hiatus.

See you Starks, Baratheons, Lannisters, Tullys, Arryns, Greyjoys, Tyrells, and Martells later.

As always,

Cordially,

TheRagFromTheCrag