Daemon had never liked you.

but now that he has returned to kings landing with his niece-wife rhaenyra and step sons, Jacareys and lucerys his eyes have been on you constantly in a rather intimidating way which most including rhaenyra thought to be resentment or hatred as he does blame otto your own father for his brother viserys bed ridden state and you being the sickly kings wife are next in line for blame but that was far from the truth as the actual truth is that daemon can’t keep his eyes from your beauty those soft bouncy curls, the adorable but rare and muffled laugh when your son aemond does something unacceptable in the courts eyes he simply wanted you, he had no clue why but it is not like men have tied themselves to only one wife for their entire lives so that's how he got here sat at the dinner table as he eyes you intently everyone unaware of his gaze as the room is filled with laughter and conversions

but that would not last long as daemon’s fingers graze the base of his chalice slowly his eyes trailing over your collar bone and to your neck admiring every feature about you but alas he can practically feel aemond and aegon share a look of agreement to mock jacareys and lucerys making him lean back awaiting the inevitable fight that will unfold a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as sometimes he wonders if aemond is his offspring the boys temper not too far off from daemon’s own fierce and rather ugly temper

“Show us what you have, Nephew,” daemon mutters under his breath as he observes aemond’s next course of action