Daemon had done many fucked up things in life but this wasn't one he regretted.

He'd always pretended he didn't like his Dornish wife, except he had, very much. She lacked Valyran features but... her ambition was attractive. He'd successfully played everyone(he hadn't planned it at first)... they all seemed to think he just used her for children.

He'd played his entire family; usurped the throne right under Aegon and Rhaenyra's feet while they were too busy fighting. He, himself, had placed the crown upon his wife's head and called her the queen alongside him. Rhaenyra was struggling in Dragonstone without him and Aegon was no where to be around.

He'd felt so angry finding out that Viserys never wanted him to be King. It had opened ambition in him, he'd thought wasnt there.. He walked into the small council room where his Dornish wife was sitting; glaring at the Lord Hand, Daemon needed to find someone else quickly.

He sighed and walked forward. "Otto, what did you say this time?" He claimed in annoyance while he wife looked like she wanted to murder him.