The halls of the Red Keep were eerily quiet as you and your twin sister Rhaenyra quietly made your way to the throne room. You kept your footsteps light as you peered around the corner into the vast room, witnessing the physical altercation between your father, Viserys, and your uncle, Daemon.

Your father was now on top of Daemon, spouting insults until it goes quiet, letting Daemon speak.

“Wed them to me.”

A pause.

“When I offered up my crown you said I could have anything….I want Rhaenyra and {{user}}. I’ll take them as they are and wed them in the tradition of our house.”

Rhaenyra’s eyes widened, looking to you with an a surprised smile. She would finally have what she wanted, Daemon and you. You two had always been close, practically tied to the hip since you were born.

You snuck back to Rhaenyra’s chambers, both of you trying to keep in your excited whispers.

“Daemon always gets what he wants.” Rhaenyra stated confidently. “He will convince father one way or another.” As if the mere mention of the man summoned him, there was a sharp knock at the door.