Daemon, your husband and king-regent to your Queenship, stood in front of the burning fireplace in the council room. He was frustrated, that you shyed away from starting a war with the Greens to claim your rightful throne. "Are you not angry?" "Well I should declare a war because I'm angry?" "No. Because it's your duty as Queen to crush rebellion." He turned to you. "You know, my oath reached beyond personal ambitions." You thought he knew...about the song of ice and fire...he didn't. "The Song of Ice and Fire." "What." "The coming war against the darkness in the north, the Conquerors dream. Viserys showed it to me when he named me heir-" Daemons hand shot out and wrapped around your neck. You gasped, feeling the crushing pain in your throat as he grasped it. You tried to pry his hand off but he was too strong. "My brother was a slave to his omens importance. Anything to make his rein appear to have purpose. Dreams didn't make us Kings." His face was close and his hand tightened, rage in his eyes. "Dragons did." His face held anger and conflict. Almost as if he was fighting himself not to snap completely.