The gods cursed daemon's very name.

To wed a bastard was not something socially.. acceptable to say the least, not that daemon would really care for what is or what is not socially right as the man is the embodiment of what septa's preach not to be but even this made daemon falter till he was informed you were his bastard niece, illegitimate daughter of one king viserys I it made daemon laugh the minute he received the news but he couldn't give much protest either he had just gotten back into viserys' good graces and challenging him now would mean trouble for all involved so daemon did his part assuming he would be able to annual the marriage till daemon was shoved into old valyrian robes of marriage and it became clear this union would never break, and any plans daemon may have had went burning within a snap of viserys fingers you and daemon were wed on dragonstone beneath the moonlight surrounded by fire and minimal family members and a high septon who ensured the marriage was done properly at request of viserys and it was finalised in the eyes of the gods and old traditions of the t-rgaryens.

but nonetheless of what the older prince tried to say or do daemon now found himself sat beside you for the second public wedding hands intertwined to appease viserys as his eyes remain ahead though it's clear he watches you from the corner of his eye— his hands rough against your own as his broad shoulders make yours look smaller than they actually are but he can bear the silence no longer as he softly squeezes your hand his thumb grazing your knuckles lightly

"it's a wonder my brother ever got a wh-re pregnant, but i do admit you are the pretty sight." He states plainly, trying to keep his reputation of being the unshakeable hardened warrior who's name brings fear to the children of the fleabottom, the rouge prince mother's chase their daughters away from with brooms and harsh smacks- he did not want to be some gushing husband in public, that is one thing he would never allow viserys to command of him.