Familiarity ||| Jacaerys Velaryon

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Alyssa Targaryen wasn't supposed to exist. Born to Rhea Royce in the Vale, her existence hadn't been in mind. Unexpected and unplanned.

Daemon Targaryen had been dragged to the sept on the day of his wedding. The marriage was the last thing he wanted. Forced by the Good Queen Alysanne in an attempt to quell his fire and level him out.

And despite his ways as a young man, he didn't consummate their marriage on their wedding night. In fact, Daemon did everything to avoid his wife. He left the Vale after mere months of marriage, returning to be by his brother's side in King's Landing.

Especially during the Great Council. When Viserys was appointed as heir over Rhaenys after their father's death.

When Viserys ascended the Throne, Daemon asked for his marriage to Rhea Royce to be put aside. He was done with her in the Vale, had never begun with her. He'd rather be unmarried than married to the "bronze bitch".

Viserys refused that notion, however, and reminded him that his wife was an honourable lady. He would do well to return to her and start a family just as Viserys had done. It would make him happier.

Fat chance, Daemon thought, and continued to stay in King's Landing instead of returning to Runestone.

He wasn't respected in King's Landing, though. Governance bored him. And his position was a threat to Otto Hightower, the Hand. Otto urged Viserys to remove his brother from the small council claiming he wasn't fit for those duties.

Viserys was weak when it came to appeasing others. And so, he made Daemon the commander of the City Watch. An unorganized group of men, no one wanted that job. Otto was satisfied.

Until Daemon made the best of that situation too.  He transformed the City Watch into his own personal army, adorning the soldiers with Gold Cloaks like the white of the Kingsgaurd. They would be known as the Gold Cloaks moving forward and they would be extremely loyal to Daemon.

He'd given them those cloaks, transformed them into a force to be feared by the people. Otto Hightower's plan backfired. Greatly.

Daemon was living the life in King's Landing. Commander of his own army, heir to the Iron Throne, visiting brothels and taverns every night. He was known as the Lord of Flea Bottom. His wife in the Vale all but forgotten.

But then it changed. His brother's wife was killed in the pursuit of a son. And the baby had been a boy, he would have taken Daemon's place.

A drunken mistake the night after the funeral. When Daemon called the boy heir for a day.

That wounded Viserys deeply. How his brother could celebrate his own rise instead of mourning with his niece and his brother. Daemon was dismissed.

Worse, he was functionally disinherited. Viserys made Rhaenyra his heir in an official naming ceremony. A betrayal for Daemon, to have everything stripped from him over a comment in a bar.

Otto Hightower had always been plotting Daemon's fall. Had spies following him, waiting for him to slip up. And he did.

Daemon retaliated, of course. Took Mysaria, his paramour, to Dragonstone and stole a dragon egg. The dragon egg meant for the dead prince.