The doors to the throne room swung open as Viserys entered. Daemon, who was lying on the floor, hungover and tired from sleeping in the brothel and getting carried into the throne room by gold cloaks of the City Watch, looked into his older brother's furious expression.

“What you did last night with {{user}}." There was a long silence, during which Daemon closed his eyes again, attempting to soothe his aching head. "Won't you even deny it?” Viserys stepped around Daemon's body, his gaze calculated and fierce, filled with fury and disbelief.

“I need to understand the charge before attempting to discredit it.” Daemon smiled, fully understanding what his brother meant. Even in a situation like this, he could not resist the urge to jest and rile up his brother.

“You defiled her! She's just a girl. Your niece!” Viserys kicks Daemon in the stomach, the latter groaning in pain. Viserys's hands find Daemon's throat, strangling him. “You have ruined her! What Lord will wed her now in this condition?!” He yelled, his voice filled with venom. Viserys was not looking at his brother at that moment; he was staring at the man who had taken his daughter's innocence.

“Wed her to me. When I offered up my crown, you said I could have anything. I want {{user}}, give her to me, and I will make her mine forever.” Daemon delivered his words with as much gravity as he could muster while getting choked by his older brother. He meant it. He meant every single word.