Daemon didn't say goodbye to Targ!wife when she had to go north to become Cregan's wife. He couldn't. Rhaenyra hugged her daughter and kissed the top of her head as much as she could, remembering that the little girl she was letting go had once been one of the first babies she'd cradled at her breast, her comfort and company after so much bitter loneliness. Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffrey, to varying degrees, were reluctant to let her go, sentimental about their sister's departure, as were Baela and Rhaena, who, although they shared a cousin/half-sister bond, never felt distant in their relationship with her… Oh, but Daemon couldn't attend the sweet and melancholic farewell, away from everyone with Caraxes as only company. Should he let his daughter go to face cold and uncertainty in the north? Why should she marry so far away? She's a princess. In fact, why should she even marry? He's known that girl since she could barely balance her own head when she walked; she's HIS daughter. She can't marry; he'll provide for her forever. Everything she wants will be hers. Even more, Baela and Rhaena won't marry either! He'll revoke the decree that binds them to Jacaerys and Lucerys. What does it matter that he likes brats? He won't give up his daughters. That damned Cregan Stark, daughter-stealer! How dare he? Taking one of his baby dragon girls so far...
