It is but the Gods wish it of us. [She was sincere in her faith. It was fairly well known that Daemon wasn't a religious man. If he could still hold to the Valyrian gods, she suspected he would. He certainly preferred the old traditions rather than the expectations of the High Septon. She hadn't forgotten his threat to marry his woman and insisting the stolen egg belonged to their child.] When duty is served, there is at least satisfaction.

[A little, at least. It pleased her father, it pleased Viserys and it pleased the people. How could she ignore that or fight against it?

She suspected what the question meant, but she ignores the warning in the back of her mind, trying to convince herself that he was merely being polite.]

I am to travel with the King. The people should see their King as well as their Queen. [She didn't like the idea of being watched, but it was something she was growing more used to since that feast. At least going on progress would give her more experience in showing herself as a queen. There would be allies as well, men that she might be able to gain the support of, if only to protect Aegon in the future.]

He has said that he wishes for his family to follow, save for the children. They are too young.