They had always wanted you

It was a common feeling between rhaenyra and daemon, a yearning for the vicious hightower queen to serve in their bed and bear daemon's heirs instead of viserys' but both of them had to get eachother before they could conquer you and they did get eachother but things didn't go as planned especially after driftmark with your sons and their children becoming enemies, rhaenyra and daemon fleeing to dragonstone on dragon back wedding in secrecy for all of the realm to gossip about and the rift between your family and theirs became significantly bigger till six eventful years later they found themselves at driftmark once again but it was not a happy return with hightower colours everywhere, seven sigils and more it disgusted them to know your father got his filthy hands onto their home, rhaenyra's soon to be throne, the place where both once grew up with their parents and loved ones but they set aside their irritation as they were here to protect lucerys' claim to driftmark and the legitimacy of rhaenyra's sons

which lead to daemon withdrawing his sword and slashing ser vaemond's head swiftly off his neck in a rather gruesome scene that had the throne room filled with gasps and some feeling sick to the stomach while all rhaenyra could do is look down for a second as he expected it, she knew it would happen but it was still a gruesome sight nonetheless but daemon's eyes are trained on you as he backs away from the on guard knights wiping his sword with a red velvet cloth from his belt with five spine chilling words that silence all in the room

"He can keep his tounge." Daemon states lowly, in a tone unlike any other as he is a man of intimidation but it seems calling his wife a whore and step sons bastards was a line this man would not allow to be crossed, his eyes boring into your soul while rhaenyra lifts her gaze, seeming calmer as she looks at you with a calm gaze a silence overtaking the throne room