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'Before we begin, Your Grace, I have a report I feel compelled to share. Last night... Prince Daemon bought out one of the pleasure houses on the Street of Silk... to entertain officers of the City Watch and other friends of his.' Otto informed Viserys.
'He toasted Prince Baelon. To the King's son.' Otto went on 'Styling him... "The Heir for a Day." Viserys face pinched as he heard of his brothers declarations. 'I corroborated this report with three separate witnesses.' He went on. 'they said the evening was, by all accounts a... celebration.' He added and Viserys got more and more furious by the second.
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'Daemon? Where have you been?" Avalon questioned as Daemon was led to the throne room.
'Nothing to worry about little love.' Daemon assured kissing the top of her head. Avalon watched as the doors swung open and closed leaving her confused in the hallway. If Viserys summoned Daemon to the throne room he had to have done something really wrong.
'You cut the image of the conqueror, brother.' Daemon said as he approached the iron throne. Viserys sat staring down at him.
'Did you say it?' Viserys demanded.
'I don't know what you mean.' Daemon told him casually.
'You will address me as Your Grace, or I will have my Kings guard cut out your tongue.' Viserys warned and Daemon's lips pursed. "The Heir for a Day." He clarified 'Did you say it?'
'We must all mourn in our own way, Your Grace.' Daemon said solemnly.
'My family has just been destroyed. But instead of being by my side, or Rhaenyra's,' Viserys shouted down at him. 'you chose to celebrate your own rise! Laughing with your whοres and your lickspittles! You have no allies at court but me! I have only ever defended you! Yet everything I've given you, you've thrown back in my face.' Viserys reminded him.
'You've only ever tried to send me away. To the Vale, to the City Watch, anywhere but by your side. Ten years you've been king, and yet not once have you asked me to be your Hand!' Daemon countered.
'Why would I do that?' Viserys questioned incredulously.
'Because I'm your brother. And the blood of the dragon runs thick.' Daemon reminded him.
'Then why do you cut me so deeply?'
'I've only ever spoken the truth. I see Otto Hightower for what he is.' Daemon told him defensively.
'An unwavering and loyal Hand?' Viserys suggested
'A cսոt. A second son who stands to inherit nothing he doesn't seize for himself.' Daemon corrected
'Otto Hightower is a more honorable man than you could ever be.' Viserys reminded him.
'He doesn't protect you. I would.' Daemon assured
'From what?' Viserys spat.
'Yourself. You're weak... Viserys. And that council of leeches knows it. They all prey on you for their own ends.' Daemon told him honestly.
'I have decided to name a new heir.' Viserys told him.
'I'm your heir.' Daemon told him bitterly.
'Not anymore.' Viserys said sternly as he rose from the iron throne. 'You are to return to Runestone and your lady wife at once, and you are to do so without quarrel by order of your King.'
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"Avalon...'
"I am worried.' Avalon admitted. 'Daemon walked out very upset.' She remarked.
'You are not in trouble my dear.' Viserys assured.
'Oh.. good.' She said walking up to him. She touched the cut on his hand. 'perhaps a throne made of swords is not such a good idea.' Avalon remarked holding off the cut.
'Avalon I have a question and I want your honest answer.' Viserys told her.
'alright, honestly. Hit me with it.' Avalon told him.
'Rhaenyra.' Viserys began. 'I am going to name her my heir. I mean I want to... I think she might be a good fit... do you think... is that crazy?" Viserys questioned.
'I think she is a smart, brave young woman and she will do well ruling once you pass.' Avalon told him. 'Gods allow it be a long time from now though.' Avalon added.
'You really mean that?'
"I mean, I am a woman so I might be a little biased.' Avalon admitted. 'but I know Rhaenyra, she had a good head on her shoulders. With your help she can become the best queen the seven kingdoms has ever seen.' Avalon told him. 'I trust your judgement. I trust you, you have always tried to do what it right, in everything.' Viserys face pinched. He didn't with Aemma. He killed her to save the child and lost them both. 'Viserys?' Avalon questioned touching his arm.
'Thank you Avalon.'
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The Heir // King Viserys Targaryen // Daemon Targaryen
Fanfiction"Brother. I have some conditions before I agree to this union. They are non negotiable." 🐉 King Viserys Targaryen lost his wife in child birth and everyone is pushing him to marry. He only saw one suitable match. ⚔️ Half of my heart // viserys...
