Daemon delivers his terms, sneeringly. If the Hightower army bends the knee, disbands and returns to Oldtown, they will not be turned into cherries jubilee, and can live the rest of their lives (and D...

Daemon delivers the news himself, almost cheerfully: The war has ended, Ormund’s allies have scattered, his nephew Aegon II has fled, and a new queen sits on the Iron Throne.