King Viserys Targaryen has lost his wife in childbirth and his son Baelon. Now he only has his two daughters left as comfort and family. But the question is which of his daughters will take over the throne or is there another male candidate who can...
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It is day in the middle of the night and the castle halls are silent and dark. A large, stately door opens and Prince Daemon steps in calmly and sees that he has entered the throne room of the Red Keep. He also sees that someone is sitting on the Iron Throne in the middle of the darkness of silence and Daemon walks closer but at the same time he wonders what has brought him there.
"Did you say it?" The person on the Iron Throne spoke and Daemon recognized his brother's voice, but could not believe his ears what question was repeated to him again.
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"Heir for a day? Did you really say that?" Viserys asked angrily and hurt by his brother's actions.
"You can't still be probably angry about this." Daemon said quietly to himself but approached his brother.
"My family has just been destroyed. You should have been by my side. But instead you chose to celebrate with your own, laughing at me." Viserys continued to accuse his younger brother and Daemon shook his head with regret, to convince himself that he never thought that way about Viserys.
"Laughing with the whores and lickspitals...."
"No..."
"You have no one but me as your ally in court. I have only protected you, and everything I give you you throw it right back in my face." Viserys said, looking up at Daemon, and Daemon looked so regretfully at his brother without even being able to say a good word about it.
"I have decided..."
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