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Everybody knows who they’re, their name is the most famous in the whole world since Aegon I and his sisters-wives. They’re Targaryens, the heirs of the dragon blood, greatness, madness, lust running into their veins. They’re rich, beautiful and Valyrians, old money running in the family banks, companies growing and expanding more and more.
But everything went through dark times, with Targaryen’s being the same, all the children of Jaehaerys weren’t able to inherit the Targaryen company, without the chance to ruin everything. Aegon and Daenerys died when they were babies, Aemon the oldest even training his entire life to lead the corporation was good commanding the narrow sea branch, Baelon and Alyssa were living their honeymoon again, after spending their lives taking care of their children, they were finally free to realize their dreams and revisit their past, Maegelle and Vaegon choose to follow the faith and to dedicate their lives to do the good and help people, Daella died giving birth to Aemma, Saera and Viserra were making success being models and doing fashion shows to luxury brands, Gaemon died in a car accident with Valerion, and Gael was still in school and she didn’t want to follow her parents step and assume the company.
So many children and none of them wanted the company, Jaehaerys almost had a heart attack after noticing it. Seeing this he had to choose between his grandchildren, Viserys, Aemma, Daemon and Rhaenys.
Viserys and Aemma were married at that time, she was expecting their first baby, Daemon was young, he just turned twenty but was already showing a lot of potential and Rhaenys, Alyssane’s favorite. Jaehaerys couldn’t deny her capacity, she was smart and was trained for it being Aemon’s heir, but Rhaenys husband, Corlys Velaryon was a snake, he played dirty and would do anything to have access to Targaryen corporation. Jaehaerys needed an heir who was not afraid to play dirty and use deceit and violence if that meant their success. He needed someone disgraced enough to put their objectives in first place but to not forget about the family.
Thinking about that, Jaehaerys remembered that one night.
It was a fancy party, everyone was well dressed, drinks being served through the ballroom, women and men dressed with fancy clothes and smelling like expensive perfumes and nice cigars. It would be the first time Daemon would appear since he went into college. The last time Jaehaerys saw his grandson he had long white hair, black leather jacket and piercings in his face, the boy always had some bruises, knuckles covered with blood, hickeys in his neck and reddish eyes after smoking weed.
Seeing his grandson again, he was looking a man with his twenty years complete, tall, wearing a custom made black suit with a red tie, the colors of their house, his hair was short showing all his face, eyes clean and not a single mark visible in his body. Lots of women were looking at him, lust in their eyes.
One of the women was Aemma Arryn, Viserys' wife, she was two years older than Daemon, wearing a blue dress and her white hair was showing attention, many people compared her with an angel. Daemon would be attracted to her, she was Valyrian and gorgeous, she was his brother's wife too, what makes him desire her more, Viserys hasn't come to the party trying to solve a problem with the Hightower’s.
Jaehaerys saw the looks they shared, how Aemma’s face turned red every time she saw him, how her blue eyes turned darker when her pupils dilate. Jaehaerys also saw when they disappear in the second floor, he followed them discreetly going to one of the balconies, in his hand a cup of a good whiskey he was drinking when he heard the noises beginning.
He had no idea how long it would take them to end that, but when Daemon appeared again, he had a mischievous smile on his face that only grew wide when he saw him. During the week he spend in the family manor Jaehaerys knew he would fuck with Aemma like she was one of his whores, at least he was smart enough to don’t mark her.
When he left to go back to college Aemma and Viserys were happy to announce that she was pregnant. Jaehaerys knew the truth, but Aemma had no idea he knew that, he expected Daemon to appear and claim the child as his but what a surprise when he stepped back and acted like the child was his brother’s, looking like a guy extremely excited to be an uncle.
Daemon after the announcement was seen more frequently in the Targaryen manor, if he was fucking Aemma it’s not something no one in the house would share with Viserys.
“He’s your brother, how can you do something like this to him.” He heard Baelon say.
Daemon sat in the leather chair, cigarette in his hand, annoyed look in his face.
“Viserys is not able to have children, do you know that?” He said with an annoyed voice.
“What?”
“Yes, remember the horse accident with Balerion? After that he had an infection in the prostate, which made him sterile. I’m doing something good to him, I’m an heir to him, I’m giving him a better chance to inherit the Targaryen company instead of Rhaenys.” Daemon said standing up.
“How… Why does it matter if Rhaenys inherits the company or not?”
“How? Took a lot of money to keep the doctor's mouth close and why? Cause I know Corlys and he would destroy all our legacy he would Targaryen legacy the Velaryon legacy.” His anger was well exposed in his voice.
Jaehaerys knew at that time that his heir was in front of his eyes all this time and he refused to see it. But now his eyes were wide open to the truth.
…
Jeyne never expected this from her cousin. Aemma was a good girl, always refusing to do risky things and following rules. She would go to church all Sundays and follow the words of the seven. But when she said those words to her… she had no idea that the little bird had that amount of sin inside of her.
“Jeyne I know this is a sin, it’s wrong but when he touched me, I felt like a woman more I felt like I was a goddess mother forgave me. He fucked so good that I almost said that I loved him.”
“Fuck Aemma what will you do? What are you gonna do when you give birth to your child and they don't look like Viserys?”
Aemma laughs discreetly, hiding her face.
“It will look… I slept with his brother, Daemon.”
“Aemma… this is so fucked up.” Jeyne could feel the beginning of a headache.
“I know, I know but this… this is all Viserys fault he spends so much time with the Hightower’s that when he’s close to me his only subject is the Hightower’s, I don’t wanna know about them or about Otto's daughter. And the sex is so bad I think the only time he gets excited is talking about his Valyrian toy or about Otto.” She said with an annoyed voice.
“Aemma what are you gonna do? Viserys will end up knowing the truth or what about the child? You’ll raise her to make her think that her father is Viserys?”
Aemma just stroked her belly, feeling the kicks of the baby. Both women heard a laugh and looking out the window they saw the Targaryen they were talking about running on a horse with his father and uncle.
…
The baby was born. She was gorgeous and so tiny in his arms, Daemon never felt this way before the urge to protect and love that small creature. The fact that she came from his seed only made him feel more proud, he knew she would be great.
“Look at her, the realm’s delight finally graced us with her presence.” He said, bringing her head closer to his chest.
“Daemon let us know her name before you declare her like ‘the realm’s delight’.” Baelon said.
“I hope it’s a pretty name, needs to fit with how gorgeous she is. Look at her dad, it's not the most beautiful baby you have ever seen?” Daemon said, showing the baby looking so proud.
“It’s…” Aemma starts saying just to be cut.
“Rhaenyra, Rhaenyra Targaryen.” Viserys said proud all over her face.
Aemma’s face turned to her husband trying to tell him something with her eyes just to be ignored by everyone in the room, everybody too focused on the beautiful baby.
“Rhaenyra, you made a good choice brother, a princess name to the princess of the family.” Daemon said, smiling at her.
Rhaenyra’s eyes opened looking straight at him. She was looking a little confused like has a blur in her vision, Daemon smiled looking at her eyes. Clear blue like water.
“Look at these pretty eyes you do have, Zaldrītsos .” Daemon cooed to her.
“Daemon, she's a newborn, don't start the high Valyrian now.” Viserys complained.
“If it depends on me brother, her first word is gonna be in high Valyrian.” Daemon said with a smile on his face.
“Viserys, may I talk with you?” Aemma was finally heard.
The men in the room shared a look. Daemon laid Rhaenyra in the cradle carefully before leaving the hospital room with his father.
“What the fuck was that, Viserys?” She said.
“What do you mean?”
“Rhaenyra? Viserys this is not the name we choose.”
“I thought we had agreed that we would name her Rhaenyra.” Viserys said, his face red with anger.
“We talk about naming her in homage to our mothers Alyssa or Daela. We agreed with it, Viserys.”
“My mom would not like me to name my girl her name while she’s healthy and really alive, this would mess with both heads while growing up. And I will not name my daughter like my aunt who was my grandmother’s favorite child, this would make her go down insane.”
“Viserys you never told me about this name where the fuck did you found this?”
“It was a suggestion.”
“From who? Otto? Now you let him name our daughter?”
“It was a suggestion from Daemon. It’s from a Valyrian legend he used to love when he was a child.”
“So you let your brother name our child. Great father you’re showing to be Viserys.” She said, turning her back to him.
…
While Aemma was pregnant the Targaryen’s who lived in the manor saw Daemon more frequently, twice maybe three times a week but when Rhaenyra was born, he was always there, if he was not in the college or in the company working with Jaehaerys and the family he was in the baby’s room, mesmerized by his ‘realm delight’ maybe she was actually ‘the rogue’s delight’. The little girl seemed to feel the same for him, she was never able to find peace except when surrounded by his arms, hearing his heartbeat. Only the sound of his voice was enough to make her stop crying.
“Maybe you need to take care, Viserys, Daemon looks like he’s gonna steal Rhaenyra from the cradle through the night.” Saera said, teasing her nephew.
“Daemon is just being a good uncle, training for his future children.” Viserys laughed.
In Rhaenyra’s room Daemon protected her in his arms, like a dragon with his treasure. He raised her until he was able to touch her forehead with his, Rhaenyra laughed, eyes shining like she knew what he meant with that gesture.
“She loves you better than me. Sometimes I don't feel like I’m her mother.” Aemma said leaning in Rhaenyra’s room door.
“She loves you, I’m sure of it.” He said in a low voice.
Aemma was quiet when she entered the room closing the door behind her.
“You need to stop it Daemon… stop this act of being with Rhaenyra all the time like you’re her father, you’re not, at least not in the document that’s what really matters.” She whispered.
“Don’t start a fight you can’t win, Aemma.”
“Then stop it and don’t be so loud.”
Daemon laughed, it was cold, numb and terrifying. Aemma felt the cold going down through her spine.
“I’m just acting like a good uncle, it has been so long since a child was born, especially a pretty one like her.”
“You know it’s not true, Rhaenys gave birth to Laenor and Laena not so long ago and you don’t act like that with them.”
“Why would I? I’m not their uncle.”
“Daemon no one can discover this.”
“Would be a real scandal, right? Daemon Targaryen sleeps with his brother's wife and gets her pregnant… don’t forget Aemma you desired that and you were the one begging for more, my only compromise is with my niece and my brother not with you.”
He stood up Rhaenyra still in his arms on his way to leave the room. Until he stopped in his way to turn at her.
“Don’t forget Aemma you desired it knowing how dangerous it could have been, now you and only you need to handle the consequences, if I heard Rhaenyra suffered because of your mistake I’ll make you pay for it.”
“You’re a monster. I would do better keeping her away from you.”
“You could try but you would fail and if you haven’t noticed Aemma… for my family, for Rhaenyra I would gladly turn into the worst of monsters to keep her happy and secure, don’t become an obstacle in my way, got it?”
It was the first time Aemma saw the rogue prince everybody was afraid of.
…
Like Daemon said, the first words Rhaenyra said were in high Valyrian. Rhaenyra was already one year her first birthday party, against Viserys and Daemon’s will, was in a teddy bear theme. Both uncle and father prefered the idea of her first party being in a dragon theme, but Aemma was strong in her opinion.
To Aemma’s deception Rhaenyra had a sulking face when looking at the decoration. The only moment people were able to see a smile on the baby’s face was when she was being spoiled by her family or when in her uncle’s arms.
After the happy birthday Rhaenyra gave the biggest laugh seeing her uncle's gift, a huge plush of a yellow dragon, she hugged the stuffed creature laughing with delight. While the party kept going the baby princess fell asleep in her uncle's arms and hugged the dragon.
Some weeks after the party Rhaenyra was sitting in the common room playing with the dragon until she crawled, she touched Daemon’s legs and caught his attention.
“Hello, little dragon.” He said, bringing her to his lap.
Rhaenyra pointed the dragon close to them on the floor making a signal with her hands like she was saying ‘give to me’ while looking at him with her puppy eyes.
“There you go.” He said giving the dragon to her.
While she was busy playing with the dragon, touching the soft tissue with her tiny baby hands. Daemon just looked at her with a soft look in his eyes.
“ Ke ” Rhaenyra murmured.
“What?” Daemon whispered, correcting his posture. “What are you trying to say, Zaldrītsos ?”
“ Ke- ” She said with a sulking face. “ pa”
Daemon looked at her in complete silence.
“ Kepa .” Rhaenyra finally said.
“You did it, you did it Zaldrītsos . Let's show it to our family.”
…
“Do you know what I see when I look at you?” Jaehaerys asked.
“No idea.”
“I see our past. You know you remind me a lot of Maegor, but I think this family needs a Maegor.”
“So, you’re insulting me.”
“No, Maegor may have been cruel but he made great decisions that made what our family is nowadays. He refused to let the followers of the seven rule our traditions, he stopped them from haunting us like in a witch hunt. Thankfully for him we are able to keep the tradition to keep the marriage in the family. But he was not the only controversial figure in our family, his mother, Visenya was the same…”
“Jaehaerys, what’s your point?”
“You’re both Daemon, Maegor and Visenya. You’re what this family needs.”
Both Targaryen’s stared at each other analyzing.
“Daemon, I want you to be my heir.”
“What about Viserys?”
“Don’t pretend to be stupid, your brother is weak, he has no attitude to command, if I made him my heir our house would be destroyed, he’s a dragon but acts like he’s a sheep.” Jaehaerys said, bitterness in his voice.
“Daemon… do you know Rhaella was not only Maegor’s niece?”
“I will accept your offer Jaehaerys. “
“You’ll have to work hard.”
“Nothing new to me, grandpa. Do you forget I’m a second son of a second son.”
“But now you’re my heir. I’ll tell our lawyers to prepare the documents. Don’t tell anybody about this, Daemon.”
“I won’t.”
“Great. I do want you to work exclusively with me, I will teach you everything.”
…
Daemon’s back was hurting when he came home, undoing his tie and opening his coat. He heard the soft steps running in the hallway and in some second she appeared, still wearing her school uniform and smiling at him with some of her teeth missing. He couldn’t stop the smile growing on his face.
“ Kepa, Kepa Iksā rȳ lenton, mazēdā iā bōsa jēda .” ( You are at home, you took a long time. ) She said, jumping in his arms to hug him.
Her arms around him was everything he needed to feel well again, no matter how exhaustive the day had been, the sound of her voice speaking in a high Valyrian so delicate with her childish voice.
“ I’m vaoreznuni zaldrītsos, tubī īles iā busy tubis se sīr boring. ” ( I’m sorry little dragon, today it was a busy day and so boring ) Daemon said tickling her, he missed that sound throughout the day. “ Hembar jēda i’ll gūrogon ao lēda nyke naejot mazverdagon nyke company. Skoros gaomagon ao pendagon, dārilaros? ” ( Next time I’ll take you with me to make me company. What do you think princess? )
“I hope you're not making mischievous plans with her Daemon.” Aemma said, her face showing how mad she was.
Even though Aemma was a Targaryen she was never taught high Valyrian. Aemma also never felt truly connected with Rhaenyra.
“Just telling her that next time I’ll take her to meet the company.”
“You won’t. She has school.”
“I still don’t understand why you and Viserys choose to put her in the school, all of us were taught in homeschooling.”
“It’s the same school Rhaenys put her children in. Laena and Laenor will be a great example to Rhaenyra.”
Daemon looked at Aemma, she had the kind of cold fury in her eyes while he had the insane fury that normal humans were used to being afraid of. Aemma may not be afraid of him and this would ruin her. Daemon promised to himself, when he became the owner of all the Targaryen properties that was given to the successor, he would take Rhaenyra under his wings to protect and love her.
That night when Rhaenyra slept in his arms, her yellow dragon, that she named Syrax when she was three years old, between them and her red face after crying in his chest telling about how cruel her cousin Alicent, who was five years older than Rhaenyra, was with her. He promised to her that he would never forget that offense against her, the Hightowers would pay for every tear she was letting fall.
…
In the same year, during the summer holiday, Aemma, Viserys, Daemon and Rhaenyra went to Dragonstone, in one of those nights in the field property of the Targaryen’s one of the strongest tempests lay waste Dragonstone. Both uncle and niece were sitting in front of the fireplace reading a book about the Valyrian traditions Aemma with a worried face looking at the sky full of rain clouds.
“Mr. Targaryen, Dreamfyre is giving birth.” One of the grooms told him after entering the house, he was all wet from running in the rain.
Daemon stood up and started to run to Dreamfyre’s stable. Already in there he saw the mare accompanied by the veterinarians. It took a long time for the foal to be born, Dreamfyre was exhausted, Daemon needed to sing the Valyrian song that his grandmother taught him when he was a child, to make her feel more calm and secure, but fortunately both were good and healthy according to the vets.
Going back to the house, he noticed his brother's car being taken to the garage, he entered the house Rhaenyra running til him.
“Dreamfyre gave birth, both mare and foal are good and healthy.” He said with a smile on his face.
“How 's the foal, uncle? It’s pretty like Dreamfyre?” Rhaenyra asked him with wide eyes.
“It has a golden color instead of the silver but yes I think it’s gonna be a pretty horse, I’ll take you to meet them tomorrow, what do you think?”
“I love this, thank you, uncle Daemon.” Rhaenyra said, kissing his cheek.
“You’re welcome, zaldrītsos . Now, go to sleep, be a good girl.”
Rhaenyra runned to her bedroom to get ready for sleep, like she wished her room was one with the most beautiful view of the property. It used to be called Visenya’s room since it used to be her favorite in the time she lived in Dragonstone. Daemon remembers sleeping in this room when he was a kid, he happily gave up that room if it was for Rhaenyra, opting to stay in Aegon’s room, while Viserys and Aemma choose Rhaenys rooms.
“You gave up your room to her. You spoil her a lot Daemon.” Viserys complained drinking the whiskey in his cup.
“What can I do? She's my only niece. I love her. It’s my duty as uncle to spoil her. I need to be her favorite at all.” He said with a laugh.
“The problem daemon is that she’ll turn into a spoiled brat and it is not you who is gonna handle her crisis, it’s gonna be me and Aemma.”
“Rhaenyra is the sweetest child I ever met and you should be grateful to have her as your daughter Viserys. And I must remember you, you choose to raise her going against all our costumes and traditions, you know if you were not so influenced by your friend's opinion this would not be so hard to you and Aemma because we all would help you to raise Rhaenyra.”
“It was my decision Daemon, she’s my daughter and I know which is the best decision to take to take care of her, what would happen if we decided to have a second child?”
“Do you want a second child?”
“What does it matter to you if I want? This is between me and Aemma.”
“You’re alright Viserys, this is between you and Aemma and you wanna know more? The moment I notice Rhaenyra is not being treated by you the way she deserves I swear for the fourteen flames, I’ll find out how to take her guard and I’ll raise her by myself.” Daemon said a cold fury in his voice and insanity in his eyes.
“You wouldn’t dare, Daemon.” Viserys said with equal fury.
“Try me.”
…
Next morning all the Targaryen’s were awake in the same way. A call saying that Jaehaerys was dead wakes them for their sleep.
Hearing the news daemon felt the cold going down in his spine he knew a huge discussion would happen the moment the testament were read in front of all the family. He was worried about his grandmother, Alyssane Targaryen, who never hid her preference for Rhaenys.
Everybody was there for the funeral, Jaehaerys' children, his grandchildren. It was a sunny day, the men were wearing a complete black suit, no signal of red, the women were wearing black dresses or skirts. Rhaenys was the one wearing a piece of red in her lips, the lipstick applied with precision, she was trying to proclaim herself as Jaehaerys heir, it would be a disaster when the testament were read.
“It’s good to see you, Daemon. We need to talk, can you follow me?” Alyssane approached, touching his shoulder. “Please.”
It was the first time he stepped into Alyssane’s office, since he was a child. The room was very different from Jaehaerys one, it was in clear shades, golden and silver details, delicate, Rhaenyra would love the room.
“I don’t know how to start this.” Alysanne said.
“It’s just me, don’t censorship yourself.”
“You’re still single Daemon and we need alliances.” Daemon kept the silence looking at Alysanne with a look she never had received before. “I was talking with Royce's…”
“No. You can’t stop it, you will not do this Alyssane, not with me.” He said standing up going to one of the private balconies with a cigarette.
“It’s your duty as a Targaryen, everybody needs to make sacrifices.”
“Everybody except you and Jaehaerys, except Rhaenys that chose her husband, don’t be a hypocritical Alyssane. And don’t you dare make this deal you’re not the chief of the family this is a charge to the heir.”
“And the heir agreed with me.”
“I have my doubts about it.”
“Rhaenys…”
“Rhaenys what? Do you think Jaehaerys made her his heir? He was not stupid and if I was you I would wait till the lawyer read his testament.”
“Uncle Daemon, Uncle Daemon they’re calling you.” Like a blessing from the fourteen flames Rhaenyra appeared.
“Are they? Let's see what they want.” Daemon said, taking her hand.
In the common room everybody was around the lawyer waiting to read the testament. Daemon sat bringing Rhaenyra to his lap, playing with her hair, doing tiny braids in the way she liked. Daemon never stops to be impressed with how perfect Rhaenyra, his daughter niece was, how he his brother was able to create such a sweet and pure creature, she was growing fast and this terrified him, thinking that someday she would not fit in his lap, in his arms, she would not search comfort in him, she would not sleep in his arms her head resting in his chest listening to his heartbeats, that one day her head that fit perfectly in the palm of his hands would not fit anymore. No, Daemon would never accept it. No any future boyfriend of Rhaenyra, not anything she belonged to him, it was a gift from the fourteen flames to him, she came from his seed, Daemon would never let her marry with a low value man to lose the Targaryen name, she was his and he would make sure that growing up she learned it. But for this… Viserys has to go.
Person to person the lawyer read, Daemon was not able to hear the words of the lawyer clearly, he was reading the people around the room seeing which one would have the most dangerous reaction so he would be able to protect Rhaenyra, who was resting in his lap. His eyes met Corlys eyes, full of arrogance, a snake ready to attack. Corlys posture was the same as a man who wins everything, Daemon needed to keep his eyes wide open with him, he was the one with money and influence to destroy the Targaryen’s but Daemon wouldn’t let this happens, sharing a look with his uncle Aemon he nodded, Corlys was expecting to find a broken family who would fight with each other for actions, he would be surprised.
“Aemon Targaryen will keep the company from the narrow sea. Rhaenys Targaryen will keep the Driftmark actions.”
“What? Just it?” Rhaenys said.
“Wait, Rhaenys.” Alyssane said, looking at her with a peaceful expression.
“Viserys Targaryen will receive the model of the Old Valyria that he loved. This is all in this part of the testament the next one is exclusively from the heir.”
The lawyer took a sip of his tea before taking another document from his paste.
“To my heir I left all the actions from Targaryen company and the properties, Dark sister, Blackfyre, Aegon’s Dagger and the office of chief of the house. You all are going to be in the good leadership of Daemon Targaryen, my heir.”
The chaos was instituted, screams were heard after a long minute of silence.
“How is this possible? He's only twenty five years old, he was never trained.” Rhaenys said deep into her fury.
“Grandpa has been training me since I was fifteen years old, it was supposed to be me.” Viserys screamed.
Daemon trained his expression in a cold one, not showing any signal of emotion.
“Go to your room, zaldrītsos , this is no good to you.” He whispered in Rhaenyra’s ears.
She looked at him with eyes full of tears and a scary expression, before running from her room.
Daemon stood up, taking the brooch from the lawyer's hand, trapping in the jacket. It was a beautiful brooch, the dragon of three heads made in Valyrian steel with ruby eyes.
“He’s gonna be a second Maegor, the company will not survive this.”
With the sound of this voice Daemon felt what all the Targaryen’s have said before, the fire and insanity running fast and strong in his veins
“Otto Hightower I would say it’s a pleasure to see you again or better… to meet you but it’s not. You see I’m really interested to know how you know I’m gonna be a second Maegor if you never met me?” Daemon said, turning to him.
Otto was clearly sweating under Daemon’s attention, while he lit the cigar.
“It’s a popular opinion of everybody who analyzed you or lived with you.”
“Interesting, so why are you here? You’re not a Targaryen, Jaehaerys hated you and you were not part of the Targaryen company council, so why are you here?”
“I’m here because the true heir, Viserys Targaryen, asked me…”
“Cut the bullshit, there’s not a true heir, there's only heir and it’s me and you Hightower has no power not in here and absolutely not in your company anymore since you and your family sold it to mine, you lost.” Daemon said, looking between Hightower and his brother.
“Come on, let's explain the things to all of you, who are part of the family, everybody who’s not part of this can go away.” Daemon saw everybody leaving except for Hightower and Corlys. “Hightower, Velaryon leave this between the heir and his house.”
“I’m part of this family. I married Rhaenys.”
“No, you’re not, now she’s a Velaryon she didn’t answer for me just for you, but since she thought she had any chance of being heir she deserves an explanation. Now, leave.”
Both men left, Rhaenys, Alyssane and Viserys started to argue again.
“Can you shut the fuck up?” Daemon said his voice louder than the others. “Do you really wanna know why Jaehaerys chose me to be his heis instead of you?”
“Of course we do.” Rhaenys said.
“Ok, I'll tell you. Jaehaerys liked you Rhaenys, the only mistake of yours is your husband. Your fucking husband stopped you from assuming the Targaryen corp. you thought you were so smart for marrying our biggest rival but this just made grandpa not trust in you anymore, he knew how Corlys was and he would not let this man touch in our legacy. This was just your consequence, learn to live with it.” Daemon laughed. “And you brother, stupid and innocent, Jaehaerys trained you, yes, and he saw how weak you were, you would be manipulated for everybody you're not a leader Viserys you are not a dragon.”
“I will not stay here and listen to this. Aemma go take Rhaenyra.”Viserys said his face red like Daemon never saw.
“Aemma if you want you can leave, the same for you Viserys, but Rhaenyra stays.”
“You can’t do that.” Aemma said for the first time.
“Yes I can since I’m the chief of the house it is my duty to take care of the ones under my protection and since you both seem to not want my protection Rhaenyra is the one I’m protecting. I just hope that you know brother if you leave you’ll have no place to live with Aemma all the property belongs to me now and since you never desired to separate your bank account from our family account, you have no money left, just a part of the red keep actions that are under your command and I don’t think it has money enough to accommodate your family with the same luxury you live now. It’s your choice brother.” Daemon said with a smile on his face, fire in his eyes.
“You don’t want to be the heir Daemon, just give up and give it to me. I know you’re mad at me and grandmother for acting behind your back but I give my word this is not gonna happen…” Rhaenys tried to convince him.
“No Rhaenys, definitely it's not gonna happen, because I’m not giving up, choose carefully how you gonna handle this but you better not choose to be my enemy. I’m not afraid of blood.”
“Daemon, what do you want? An apology, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Now give it to Rhaenys, we don't need a second Maegor.” Alyssane said, giving up the polite pose.
“Jaehaerys chose me knowing he was counting on it.” Daemon came closer to her whispering in her ear. “I’m more similar to Maegor than you think.” He saw her face getting more white. “Now talking about what I want, no one can give it to me, no one can take it from me. I was chosen instead of all of you. You know I grew up being the second one, the second son of a second son and look how far I went. This is mine, my effort, dedication, blood and sweat, I’m the heir and nobody will take it from me you listen? It 's mine. I win.”
Daemon laughed hard. Alyssane, taken by her fury, came to him slapping him in his face, this just made him look at her, smile still in his face.
“Show them who you are, Alyssane, you’re not the queen anymore, so much effort to have your favorite child in the throne, many years winning her sympathy and now look at you, you lost. You lost everything, you thought you could control me, obligate me to do what you wanted, use me like your award winning stallion to the Royce’s now you see, so much effort for nothing. It 's pathetic.”
Daemon left the common room going to Rhaenyra’s room.
Seeing this the other Targaryen’s left the room hoping to not be noticed and pulled into the crossfire.
“What are we gonna do, Grandma?” Rhaenys asked.
“We're gonna wait, Daemon is not able to command the company he’s gonna fail in lots of points and then we attack them in the soft spots he’ll create. He’ll lose.”
“You don’t know him grandma, not like I do, or Viserys do. Daemon is dangerous, he listens carefully, he’s intelligent and among all of us he was the one with the best grades and best experience working in the company. Have you heard about his project?”
“The golden cloaks?”
“Yes, they were bankrupt, now the biggest part of the money we received last month came from this project. I trust in my potential but I admit, I’m able to do it.”
“What are you trying to say, Rhaenys?”
“Daemon is not gonna fail. He’ll pretend he was failing to see who is loyal to him, who he must trust and who he must eliminate, doing it is like signing a death sentence.”
There was nothing they could do. Daemon won.