(DISCLAIMER: This is an alternate universe.)

If someone had asked Daemon about how he felt on being the King, he'd say it was what he worked for. But he'd really think that it was the most boring thing he'd encountered, and he often found himself thinking back to when his elder brother, Viserys I Targaryen would exile him.

Daemon shook off those thoughts as he heard his youngest son, Viserys (named after his elder brother), calling out for his mother. Daemon glanced up and sighed as he watched his neice-wife, the daughter of that cunt Alicent Hightower and his elder brother, move to pick him up.

She wasn't Rhaenyra, but she was a wife none the less, and she had a working womb, something a queen was required to have as to keep succession nightmares like the Dance of The Dragons from happening further.

Daemon couldn't help but feel slight agitation, however, his youngest son did not remember his mother much and relied on his stepmother to be the mother figure, even calling her mother. And then there was Aegon, his son, the boy despised his stepmother and hid from her.

Daemon could not blame him, she was on Team Green before the war ended and Daemon married her. She had been loyal to the man that killed Rhaenyra, and Aegon simply refused to replace his mother.

As for Jaehaera, well, she was an odd girl, rarely straying from Daemon's wife, the girl having latched onto the Targ-Tower woman after her own mothers passing.

And then finally, Maelor, he had trust issues when it came to the woman, after the incident with Blood and Cheese, the boy was clearly worried that she'd want him dead aswell, but Daemon could tell he was warming up to her.

Daemon once again was pulled from his thoughts, though this time it was because his neice-wife was approaching him. Daemon rose a brow at her, swiping his tongue over his lip before speaking.

"What is it?"