Viserys is dead. My daughter born still. Alicunt has userped Rhaenyra and I am ready to fight. I am angry and I grieve. My wife feels weak and as if she has failed and I cannot find words to support and calm her. This day has been impossible. The worse day in the world.
Why do the gods take my daughter? Why do they pain my wife?
Why does she wish to defend instead of attack? They took her throne. I know she grieves our child but she is Queen and she needs to take a stand.
I wish she would let me take the lead and fight this battle for her. She's lost more than I have. She's lost her father, her friend, her seat, and her child all in a day.
I know she regrets leaving the keep. I know I regret it. The cunt would have lost her head at this treason. She still should. King Aegon the second? What a joke. He does not deserve the name let alone the throne.
I do hope my wife comes to her senses and hits them where it hurts. Take her head and the boys and hang them on spikes for all of her enemies to see. That's what I would do and that's what I suggest she do. She must show force to earn the respect she deserves. I want to get her that respect and that throne no matter the cost.
I know she will be victorious.
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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...
