The Tartered Dragon - Aegon, Son of Baelon)by mootjeman7)

Chapter 2

97 AC, Kings Landing

"It's a good match" Viserys reiterated, his tone cheerful "You are upsetting yourself over nothing. She's a fine looking woman, you know this."

Daemon swirled around, his face twisted in an angry scowl "She's a faceless man in disguise that's what she is." He said with a scoff.

"Do you even hear what they say about her?" Daemon said as he swept his arm across in furious motion "That she is more half horse than she is woman, a man grown with teats." He said in a whine, his voice not unlike the dying wheeze of old men.

Viserys withheld a chuckle at his brother's exaggerated distress.

He watched his brother plump down onto the stool, the sudden visage of a petulant boy more than the knighted man he was.

"The same people who say that you are ill-tempered and contemptuous? A scoundrel of a Prince?" Viserys said with a raised eyebrow.

Daemon at sixteen namedays had already gained a reputation of a sort, a reputation their father greatly disliked yet it seemed their father's opinion on some of Daemon's escapades did little to temper Daemon.

Though father rarely could stay too disappointed at Daemon, not when Daemon's charming side soothed offense just as easily as he made offense.

"See! If their judgement of me can be so precise then their waggling tongues about her must be true!" Daemon declared and Viserys began to laugh loudly.

Daemon glared and Viserys spoke up "Gods brother, you are many things but you are not a scoundrel." Viserys' smile was beaming. Daemon was scowling though Viserys could see there was little heat behind it.

"Mayhaps it's better to say you're a fiend? A ne'er-do-well?" Viserys posed to his brother in jest and it seemed to have worked as his brother's moroseness began to steam away from his expression, a smile filtered past his previous moody expression.

"Nay, that's not quite right either." Daemon said with a smile after a well. He got up from his stool, raising his arms and walked towards his Viserys with his arms aloft, his gait predatory and his head leaned forward. "Doesn't roll off of the tongue, ne'ver-do-well." Daemon said as he rolled the phrase off of his tongue with deliberate intent.

"The Rogue Prince." Daemon said airily, his eyes shining with self-praise as he arrived by Viserys, his arms fell on Viserys' shoulders.

Viserys looked at his brother humorously "Giving yourself a title already brother? And a title that will displease father so?" he asked as he pushed his brother's hands off of his shoulders.

"Bah! Father was just as rogue as a child. Did he or did he not dare to smack Balerion's snout at six namedays?" Daemon dismissed.

Viserys' expression fell slightly, something Daemon noticed. "My apologies bro-"

Viserys stopped his brother "Do not apologise brother, you clearly meant no offense. Besides, Balerion has been dead for years now."

Daemon grunted but said nothing more.

They fell in a bout of silence, one that Viserys decided to break it when he saw Daemon fall once more in his darker mood.

He knew his brother well. He had the blood of the dragon racing hotly in his veins that made it seem like nothing could scorch him yet underneath it, Viserys knew his brother's worries could eat at him until he did something foolish and lashed out.

"You think that this is a disaster it need not be so" Viserys began, this time the tone of his voice filled with sincerity as he tried to reach Daemon.

Daemon side glanced at Viserys and Viserys continued when he saw Daemon intently listening in silence. "I did not know Aemma until merely days we were set to marry." Viserys sighed. He had been nervous then.