He sees a man he once idolized, a second son who carved a name for himself and a reputation of a dragon. His sister's agony, his brother's rage, his mother's crippling fear. He had stumbled into these woods hunting Daemon, who knew it would him a half year to catch up.

The threat gives little but a flash of indignance.

"Shall I tell them what you did?" There's warmth underneath the surface, bubbling in wait. A flinch of his eyebrow, challenging him as if he were any other broad chested squire in the yard. He's not afraid of him, he never was. Why would he now? "I cannot say they would side in your favor."