(276 AC, Highgarden, The Reach, Westeros)

Daemon had spent three years in the reach, and his parents had given him three brothers, one of which died in his infancy. Daemon hadn't yet met his Brother's Jaehaerys or Viserys, but he was eager to do so.

In the span of three years, Daemon had matured almost unnaturally quick, both physically and mentally. So to had Mira Tyrell, and the two of them had become increasingly fond of each other to the degree that they were becoming increasingly romantic and adventurous in their explorations of their blossoming Relationship.

Similarly Lady Janna Tyrell had become fond of Stannis Baratheon while Lady Mina had grown fond of Nestor Royce.

Daemon had also inducted Randyll Tarly as his Eighth Fang and Garth Hightower as his Ninth Fang. While Daemon himself had divided his time between learning additional Martial Skill from the Legendary Knight, Lord August Tarly, Father of Randyll Tarly, and The Citadel and Lessons from Lady Olenna herself.

Daemon had over the course of the Three years, begun to play matchmaker, he subtly maneuvered Alerie Hightower towards Mace, one of his first tests from Lady Olenna. He'd gone on to encourage the relationship of Lyn and Lady Sara Tarly, Younger sibling of Randyll, whilst encouraging one between himself and Mira.

Daemon presently was preparing to return to Court...

Daemon was packing, it was a long Journey home. Laid on his bed was the Lady Mira.

''Do you have to leave?'' Mira asked of him.

''I must return, Meet my brothers, reunite with Daena, and prepare my Gambit back home.'' Says Daemon.

''Mace thinks you are seducing Alerie, fool.'' Says Mira.

''Come with me, my Sweet Mira. Don't make me beg you to.'' Says Daemon.

''Let me think about it.'' She says.

A knock is heard, followed by the door opening.

''We've got a problem.'' Says Jaime, as Daemon's Golden Haired friend enters with Stannis and Oberyn.

''Mace?'' Asks Daemon.

''Mace.'' The Three confirm.

''How bad?'' Asks Mira.

''He's challenged to First Blood. With Live Steel.'' Says Stannis.

''Crap.'' Says Daemon.

The Prince and his band of Fangs gathered as they looked to see a plump Mace Tyrell in ill-fitted Armor.

''Mace, if this about The Lady Alerie...''

''What else could it be for!? You Dragons are all alike! Taking what is not yours, but Alerie is my betrothed!'' Mace postures.

''I was content to letting the Sleeping Rose lie, but you've forced my hand, called house Targaryen's Honor into question. Something that is oh so very unacceptable.'' Says Daemon, as he draws his steel, a Bastard Sword, whose hilt had been expertly stylized into the head of a snarling Dragons Head.

''Form up boys, we've got ourselves a Duel to First Blood, and for a ladies heart no less.'' Oberyn calls out. Hearty cheers can be heard and a dueling circle is formed quickly.

Stood a few feet from each other was Mace Tyrell and Daemon Targaryen, Daemon had the skill, the blade length, and the training honed body.

But Mace? Mace had determination, a need to recover a measure of Honor.

At the sound of a clap, Mace rushed to the Prince Swinging his sword high, but his technique was half-cocked, allowing Daemon to swat his swing aside and kick him hard. (Picture a Spartan Kick from AC Odyssey or the Big Boot from wrestling, the former is more accurate though).

Daemon Let Mace get on his feet before he hoped to nick his neck and let it end.

Wheezing and short of breath, Mace struggles not to bend of and have a coughing fit.

Thrusting his Longsword Forwards Mace can only watch in shock as he is disarmed and given a sharp cut to his cheek.

''I yield, the victory and Lady Alerie is yours.'' Says Mace as he dejectedly watches his own blood stain his armor.

''Fuck that.'' Says Daemon. ''I already have someone to warm my bed at night.'' Daemon adds when he notices Mace's confusion, and walks to Mira before kissing her lips.

There was a certain feeling of liberating relief in no longer hiding the relationship between the two, and when their lips broke their union they were pleased to be able to revel in the rippling wave of surprise.

''I think I will accept the invitation my sweet Daemon, Saddle a horse for me.'' Mira decides, turning to look at her twin brother. ''You foolish child. Alerie came to him for advice, on how to win your heart, keep it, and stay true to you. Now, in light of this, I am done. For twelve years, I've stayed silent, well no longer. I henceforth renounce all ties to House Tyrell save the Mother who bore me, and the sister's she did as well. My future children have no claim to Highgarden or the Reach, and I accept what I am saying as the Truth.'' Says Mira.

''Well, that was not expected.''Says Jaime.

''Yeah...Alright let's mount up, I want to be at Storm's End as soon as possible!!'' Says Daemon. His Maw rushing to join him.

Lady Mira mounts the Horse next to him, smiling at him as she did.

Lady Olenna slapped Mace upside the head audibly hard as her favorite daughter rode out after dispensing any claim to Highgarden or the Reach, and forsaking everyone in House Tyrell save Janna, Mina, and Olenna herself.

Today was equal parts a good thing and equal parts one big cluster fuck. Mace would be in very big trouble as a result of this foolish decision of his.

(Time-Skip: Three Days Later)

(Storm's End, The Stormlands, Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, Westeros)

Prince Daemon's party rode into Storm's End after three days on the road. He'd sent ravens ahead informing his father that he'd spend a day and a night at the Baratheon Fortress in order to take Ship to back to the Capital.

He'd have to keep a close guard on Mira, ensure his father or brother didn't try anything with her. But he also had to remember to contend with his Sister, she will have likely changed over the course of his three year fostering, it remained to be seen by just how much she'd changed.

Chapter End

Well, that was an adequate Interlude. Next Chapter will have to be determined by a poll, I need you folks to pick a blade to have the Two Princes fight over.

Obviously the choices are between Blackfyre and Dark Sister. Personally I'm leaning more towards Blackfyre, its a Bastard sword and I have one on my wall, giving me something accurate and practical to use to test out sword techniques with.

As for the Mace Tyrell fight, keep in mind his gut is matched and ultimately outdone only by King Robert in Cannon, and possibly Samwell Tarly. Plus he's not that skilled to start with, not like his Sons Garland and Loras.

Anyways,

Cordially as always,

TheRagFromTheCrag

Till Next Time Folks!!!!