“Does it never diminish?” “The affection?” “The love.” “I wonder. But I don’t want that to happen and will probably reconfirm over and over that I do love you, so it’ll probably only grow instead. You fill me up with it.” “With love?”“Yes.”
Princess Rhaenyra was also enamored of her uncle, for Daemon was ever attentive to her. Whenever he crossed the narrow sea upon his dragon, he brought her some exotic gift on his return.
