Dance of The Dragonwolf

The Calm Before

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Daemon

Another small council meeting. Sometimes, he wondered why he bothered to attend them, why he needed to always be on time; his brother would understand and probably be relieved that he wasn't present; he always seemed on edge when he was there.

Daemon wanted to spend time with his son, to train perhaps, or maybe fly together with their dragons. Something they both loved doing together since Cannibal seemed to tolerate Caraxes's presence near him but not Daemon's presence.

Daemon had tried once approaching him; Cannibal had roared before letting out a fury of flames from his large mouth, dark like a pit. The flames had almost burned his skin, but they didn't touch him. Instead, they burned the ground around Cannibal, a warning for Daemon not to get closer.

Daemon thought of perhaps spending time with his Gold Cloaks. Veyne Ark, Godsen Hill, and Artti Snow were the best soldiers he had under his command and perhaps the ones he trusted the most right now. Daemon didn't care much for law and being a good man, but he knew how important it was for Aenar, for thieves, and for all criminals to be punished accordingly. Aenar wanted to make King's Landing a better place; one of his plans even involved expanding the city, building the outer town of King's Landing; the soil was very rich, and according to the Maester, Aenar had made plans to expand the territory, and once the new town was built, a wall would be built around it to keep everyone safe inside.

Daemon knew Aenar had a reputation in the city, a big one. Artti often spoke praises for him, saying the people were no longer thirsty and didn't need to pray for the rain to fall.

Daemon felt a growing pride; he knew why it was important and would do his job to complete Aenar's wishes. If being on time for the small council meeting was one of them, he would do that without complaining.

Upon entering the chamber, his eyes caught sight of his grandmother and his brother; they both seemed to be having a conversation in hushed tones; the Queen's eyes found him as he closed the door.

"Daemon, you are right on time. I was just having a discussion with your brother." Her words were sharp like Valyrian steel, and Daemon's lips twitched upwards; despite her age, the Queen was just as sharp as always.

"Please, don't let me interrupt you," Daemon said with a smirk as he crossed the chamber; his seat was right next to the Queen's seat; he scooted out the chair before sitting down, and he noticed that Rhaenyra wasn't serving. A glass of wine would clear his head.

"Viserys, we talked about this, I don't want to see you with Lady Alicent again." Hearing those words, Daemon looked away, the thought of his brother doing something like that, he didn't know how to feel. Before meeting Lyanna, Daemon would have congratulated his brother, being proud of him for breaking the rules for once, but now, Daemon couldn't help but feel disappointed. Viserys was soft, but he was a better man; at least, that's how Daemon had seen it. Daemon knew he needed to tell him something, but he decided that speaking privately without their grandmother's presence would be better for Viserys.