Burning Love: Daemon Targaryen x Laena Velaryon

Exile|10|

The council sat around the table as the king walked in and sat down. "What is the meaning of this meeting, Otto?" Viserys asked, looking at the man who sat stiffly at the table. He was still annoyed with his lord's hand from the last meeting he called.

"Your Grace I feel the need to share this with you. Last night, Prince Daemon had bought out a pleasure house on the street of silk to entertain officers of the city watch and some friends of his," Otto said tensely while looking at Viserys, who looked very confused.

"So what? My brother on the street of silk is not uncommon," Viserys asked.

"He toasted Prince Baelon to the King's son, naming him the 'Heir for the day'" Otto continued looking down at the table.

"I have multiple witnesses that all said the same thing; they all said the evening was no doubt a celebration of Prince Bael's death." He finished.

"This meeting is over." Viserys said angrily, sanding up and storming out of the room.

"Find Prince Daemon and bring him to the throne room now" was the last thing everyone heard as the King stormed out of the council chambers.

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Viserys sat on the throne, trying to control his anger, as the doors opened, and Daemon walked in.

"You cut the image of the conqueror, brother," Daemon said, smirking at his own joke. Knowing his brother was anything but a conqueror, he walked up close to the iron throne, stopping when a knight stepped forward hand on hsi sword ready to draw weapons

"Did you say it?" Visery demands to know

"I don't know what you mean," Daemon replied, shrugging his shoulders as he looked up at him.

"You will address me as Your Grace, or I will have Ser Stefon cut out your tongue," Viserys warned his brother.

"The heir for a day, did you say it?" he clarified, glaring down at him.

"We must mourn in our own way, Your Grace," Daemon said solemnly as he thought of Aemma. He never meant to disrespect her, but he was way too drunk to remember last night's events. He only knew what he did last night when a knight told him of his actions.

"My family has been destroyed, but instead of being by my side or my daughters, you chose to celebrate our own rise! Laughing with your whores and lickspittles, you have no allies at court but me!"

"I have only ever defended you, yet everything I have given you has been thrown back in my face," Viserys shouted.

"You have only ever tried to send me away. To the Vale, to the City Watch, anywhere but your side. Ten years you have been king, and not once have you asked me to be your hand," Daemon countered, glaring at his brother.

"Why would I do that? Viserys asked, "Because I am your brother, and the blood of the dragon runs thick," Daemon reminded him.

"Then why do you cut me so deeply?" Viserys shouted back.

"I have only ever spoken the truth. I see Otto Hightower for what he is," Daemon said defensively.

"An unwavering and loyal hand?" Viserys suggested raising an eyebrow.

"A cunt is a second son who tends to inherit nothing he doesn't seize for himself." Daemon corrected his brother.

"Otto Hightower is a more honorable man than you could ever be." Viserys said, not knowing how wrong he was.

"He doesn't protect you; I would." "From what?"

"Yourself, your week, Viserys, and the council knows that and leeches and preys on you." Daemon spat