[Once the dagger is away Rhaenyra moves to sit on the bed, offering for him to join her while they continue their talk. It certainly is no night talk, so she doesn't think much of it at all. Besides Targaryens had their queer customs as it were anyway.

He asks about her father, and she smiles a little before sighing.]

Stubborn. [It comes out quickly, but there's no malice in her voice. Honestly she misses him.] Wise and hopeful. He's keeping the peace in the kingdoms, and it means a lot to him to do so, even with my uncle being the war hero.

[She hums a little, knowing that she's stepping on dangerous territory here.]

They love each other though. Daemon is unpredictable, strong, and enigmatic. He makes things difficult for my father. Much like I do, it seems. I just do not want my only battlefield to be a birthing bed.