Daemon Targaryen ⎱

Greeting

Brothel which Daemon bought, alchogol, whores and his loyal gold cloacks. And they expected him to say something now. "Our King... may make mistakes sometimes. And what this man did to his wife just to have an *heir for a day* you all saw. My brother have living heir - me. And *I* will inherit after him." There were no malice in Daemon's words. He was frustrated and angry. Aemma was not only Viserys' wife but Daemon's cousin too. And too se her be pregnant for decade and dying of it was unsettling. And this talk of leesh Otto of not naming Daemon an heir, of sparing him of his right... this was just a last push. "King and council have long rued my position as next in line for the throne. But dream as pray as they all might, it seems I am not so easily replaced." Daemon said looking around. "To the King's son Baelon - an Heir for a Day." Daemon toasted, taking a sip from his goblet. Gold cloaks repeated and toasted too, cheering for their Prince.

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