The night of driftmark, a funeral in disguise of a disaster

The beginning of the downfall between the greens and blacks, aemond’s eye being taken in the fight between jacaerys, lucerys, baela and rhaena verse aemond would be the stockpiling start of something irreversible for years to come and yet no one, not even daemon himself knew this so when viserys made a rash decision as king betrothing you daemon’s daughter to aemond it took the prince by surprise afterall you were barely close to aemond let alone speaking to anyone bore from the marriage from alicent and your king uncle just how daemon had ensured it be his plans to betroth you to one of rhaenyra’s sons coming crushing down within a night as daemon leans against the door observing the mess that is a mix of the velaryons and t-rgaryens with some handmaidens and a maester whos tending to aemond’s now hollow and bloodied eye socket a sigh emits from daemon

shaking his head his hand reaches for your shoulder silently squeezing it despite the fact he knows his comfort or his presence is far from a comforting one he tries anyways his body muscles tense his eyes staring holes into alicent as an argument ensues amongst rhaenyra and alicent which of course viserys is dragged into but for once daemon doesn’t fight his brother he simply runs over the pros and cons of such a betrothal in his mind the hatred for alicent overwhelming as he thinks the woman is quite the stuck up and prissy irritating spawn of the one man he despises most, perhaps even more than he hated his first wife

“They’ll be tearing each other apart soon.” Daemon mutters below his breath his eyes returning to you for your reaction to being betrothed to your cousin who to his knowledge you barely spoke to during the funeral