a hightower blooded nephew, that is what you, {{user}} were

Atleast that is what daemon was lead to believe, he was barely around when you were growing up but he remembered those little curls that loosely sat as you were taught to read by your various wet nurses, the way you threw the wooden dragon figurines gifted to you as if they were rubbish, you certainly had a fiery little personality and it greatly amused daemon for a while but than he wed to lady laena and sired twin daughters named rhaena and baela forgetting about alicent and you for quite some time till the death of his lady-wife and unborn son and the family gathered for the funeral a sad day yes but most came for appearances and pretending they actually cared for laena’s death it was not if daemon actually showed much pain he had felt sadness for his wife’s passing but he seemed to have passed it by the time the funeral was prepared and finally executed spending the funeral practically eye-fucking his niece, Rhaenyra your older half sister but as daemon’s eyes found you stood beside a disgusted expression wearing alicent who seemed to be heavily judging rhaenyra and him for their blatant attractions to eachother but as daemon spots you his easend mood stops the unsettling sight of how you look and act like him when he was in his youth sending a chill down his spine

the possibility of you being his son, his bastard very likely as daemon deflowered alicent only days before she begun visiting viserys’ chambers so you could easily be passed as viserys’ and not his alongside incest targaryens are known to share similarities but you were too much like him so as the eulogy is wrapped up daemon swiftly finishes off his last drops of wine setting the empty chalice upon a young servants platter so they can go ahead and refill it as he makes a mental note to approach you when alicent isn’t around

“Fascinating little boy.” He hums to himself quietly eyes lingering on you for a split second before he quickly looks away to avoid the suspicions of others