Rheanyra and I arrived at the red keep today to fight for her sons right to sit the drift wood throne. He is the heir of driftnark and the sea snakes brother has no right to userp him.
The castle is awful filled with religious banners replacing those of our family. It was unimaginable.
The way that Alicunt and Otto have taken over the keep is angering to say the least. The way she walks like she belongs here. She is but a toy used by her father to put his blood on the throne.
Alicunt has drawn the last straw. Her religious ploys and acting on behalf of my Brother while he lay drunken on the milk of poppy. She will not succeed. I will not let her succeed. Neither will my sweet wife. It's too important.
Rhaenyra and I see through her. Viserys is being weakened by the witch and we will find a way to stop her. Rhaenyra will be queen and her head shall roll. I would love to be the one to take the head from her body.
My lovely wife plays nice but stern I fear her friendship with the cunt may affect her judgement. But it does not cloud mine.
I hope Rhaenyra shows no mercy to the cunt her father and the children she holds so highly. I know Rhaenyra will be just. I just hope she makes an example of those who contest her. They deserve no mercy. None at all.
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The Journal of Daemon Targaryen (A House of the Dragon Fanfiction)
FanficA telling of the personal Journals of Daemon Targaryen. Begining in the year 114 AC, these are the private thoughts of Daemon Targaryen. Here are some snips: "She stormed into the throne room with a sence of porpose and maturity. She is a spitting...
