Warning: Small bit of near-lemon present

(Casterly Rock, Lannisport, The Westerlands, The Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, Westeros)

Prince Daemon Targaryen sat in his tent as his friends Jaime Lannister and Randyll Tarly helped him into his armor. He would be riding against Ser Kevan Lannister in the First Tilt to open the Tourneys events. Of the three Lannister brothers that Daemon had met so far he found Kevan the most likeable fellow of the three sons of Tytos he'd met of the four.

If nothing else he was looking forward to meeting the Lady Genna and Lord Gerion. By all accounts, Jaime was fondest of them more than anybody else who was a younger sibling to his father, Lord Tywin Lannister.

Daemon had selected his most prized Destrier, one whose lineage was first cultivated by his uncle and namesake long ago.

His armor was different to the one he war on the way to the West. The armor was plate, but it had golden Topaz embedded within the plate, forming a Gold Dragon on Blackened Plate.

The Gold Dragon had once been The Usurper King's Sigil, well his personal one at least. It was oddly poetic in a way, When the eventual Dance between Him and Rhaegar happened, Daemon would be the Gold Dragon, as Aegon The Second of his name had been. Except in this case it wasn't going to be because he or Rhaegar disputed the Royal succession.

It should be noted that Daemon was the youngest person riding in the tourney, being aged eleven. He wasn't all that skilled with a Lance, the Sword was his preference. Lord Augustus had been a hard taskmaster, but he was not as difficult as the idiot who was stuck training the Sullen Boy King, King Aegon III The Dragonbane. Daemon had received additional training from Ser Barristan Selmy and Ser Oswell Whent when Ser Augustus was unavailable or unable to train the Prince.

Ser Barristan had since taken him as his Squire when Lord Augustus's injuries - Injuries that hadn't been properly treated since the Death of King Jaehaerys II - Forced him to remain bound to a wheeled chair.

Lord Luthor had hoped for the Honor, but Daemon's father denied the Lord of Highgarden such an honor, instead trusting him first to Ser Augustus and later Ser Barristan's tutelage.

''My prince? We're ready for you.'' A squire says.

''And so it begins.'' Says Jaime.

''Nope, Now it ends.'' Says Daemon.

Stood atop a Black Destrier in Black Plate, with Topaz Gems forming a gold Three Headed Dragon, Prince Daemon stood with a Draconic Great Helm, while his Opponent stood in Reddened plate inlaid with gold.

Ser Kevan and Prince Daemon both rod to the center field, bowing their heads to the King and Lord Tywin.

Both Kevan and Daemon gave each other a respectful nod, before riding back to their starting positions at either end of the Lists. On the way over he accepted Ribbons from Daena and Mira, showing their favor for him proudly.

Like Daemon, Ser Kevan Favored his left Hand, a rarity amongst Swordsmen, very few were possessed of a dominant left hand; Ser Arthur Dayne, Ser Gerold Hightower, and Ser Jonothor Darry were the only Knights of the Kingsguard who were capable of such a rarity.

Rarer Still was being capable of effortlessly wielding a sword in either hand without the overhanging fact of a dominant and non-dominant hand. Ser Barristan and Ser Harlan were such men, as was Lord Steffon and Lord Tywin.

Daemon held his Lance at his left flank, while Ser Kevan held his at his right. When the Horns sounded, both Men Charged.

(POV Shift: Daena Targaryen)

Daena watched with bated breath as her twin brother charged with his Lance poised to strike at Ser Kevan Lannister. His black lance shone brightly, and the sound of it cracking against the weight of Kevan Lannister was almost as deafening as the sound of the Crowd cheering Daena's Brother on as he unhorsed Ser Kevan Lannister in a single tilt.

Looking at Rhaegar, she saw a small smile on her eldest brothers lips, not a deceptive, a cruel, or anything unworthy, it was a genuine smile at Daemon's victory. Why was Rhaegar smiling? It was either because he played his harp or because he found an interesting passage in some old musty and dusty tome or scroll, but none of those currently could be applied here.

(POV Shift: Rhaegar Targaryen)

Rhaegar couldn't hold back the smile he got when he watched his little brother unhorse Kevan Lannister. In spite of the bad blood they had, which was mostly his own fault, he was genuinely proud of his little brother, who had never participated in the Lists before, and had unseated a veteran such as Lord Tywin's younger brother.

Then the sadness overcame his smile.

Rhaegar didn't want to fight his brother, but his own actions made reconciliation impossible, and if something happened to their mother or sister, then Daemon would hold him accountable. Rhaegar knew he had to use every advantage he had to get THE advantage over his brother when they fought openly, but Rhaegar had no intention of harming his own mother or sister, such tactics were not his nor Daemon's style...and frankly they were an appalling method to use in any situation.

(Time-Skip: Final Tilt)

The Final tilt had been set to be between Rhaegar and Ser Arthur Dayne as the pundits had guessed, but instead, Daemon had unhorsed Ser Arthur, and had been put up against his brother.

To say the two princes facing off in the Final Tilt to be crowned champion was a game changing ending, well that was an understatement if ever there was one to be crowned king. Most favored Rhaegar, but more than a few bet upon his younger brother, who's impressive showing had earned him much praise for a novice Tourney Participant. The Smart ones bet on both brother's however, give them a chance to win without risk of much loss.

Neither brother gave up, and the two continued to break their lances and unseat each other at the same time, leaving no clear winner of the match. Finally, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, King Aerys declared his sons co-Champions, as they had run out of lances and shields to use.

Daemon's body ached, he couldn't bend his elbow at all, it was too painful. He needed a bath to just these new pains out of his body, or at least lessen the pain a bit. Failing that, the Casterly Rock Maester should be able to help him ease his pain a bit.

(Daemon's Quarters, Casterly Rock, Lannisport, The Westerlands, The Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, Westeros)

Few things could equal the relief one felt from easing themselves into the bath after non-stop jousting for hours on end. Warm water was a cure to many aches and pains, but it provided some measure of sustenance to the Targaryen Family. Targaryen's had a measure of Fire Immunity, as well as an affinity for certain forms of the Higher Mysteries of Magic. Daemon had a passing interest in Magic, he had the Link of Citadel Valyrian Steel to prove it.

Over the course of three years, he'd earned Silver, Valyrian Steel, Iron, Steel, Gold, Copper, Pale Steel, Brass, and Lead, which signified him as having earned a degree of mastery over Medicine, History, Accounting and Numbers, Poison, Smithing, Construction, Magic, Warcraft, Geography and Cartography, agriculture, and Politics.

Daemon kept a number of Poisons on him at any given time, along with the required antidotes.

Daemon threw his head back as he enjoyed the sensation of the oily water on his skin. it provided no end of comfort for his aching body.

Daemon didn't even twitch as a knife was put to his throat.

"Might I be permitted to dress? I would really rather not be found buck fucking naked with my throat slit." Daemon states, before a soft set of lips nibble his ear.

"So brave brother, let me join you." Daena's voice cooed, and the lust in Daemon stirred, much as he tried to beat it down internally.

The soft almost unnoticeable sound of fabric falling to the ground signals that Daena has shed her dress, and the sloshing of the water and pressing of another body against his tells him Daena has joined him in his bath.

"You shouldn't be here, with me, like this." Daemon breathes, trying to kill his growing arousal.

"Why not? Why shouldn't I be here, with you, like this? We shared a womb together, why not each other?" Daena purrs out as she begins to straddle him, applying pressure through her body as she did. "Oh! Big Brother has a little brother!" Daena cooed as she felt his spear down below twitch between their bodies.

"Da-Daena." Daemon says in a strangled tone.

"Daemon, I want you, I need you." Daena growls in a low voice.

Daemon is visibly resistant even unwilling, but Daena leaves him little choice in the matter...

(Time-Skip: Following Days Afternoon)

Daemon had been avoiding Daena for hours, their forbidden coupling etched into his brain tissue, ingrained into his very memory. He was now seated at the High table, watching with silent interest as Lord Tywin offered his daughter Cersei as a bride for Rhaegar.

"You are my most able servant, Tywin, but a man does not marry his Heir to his servant's daughter." The look on Tywin's face was priceless, and Daemon left to avoid laughing.

"Lord Tywin, a word?" Daemon asks the Hand outside the hall.

"Yes, Prince Daemon?" Asks Tywin with thinly veiled anger still lingering.

"You made the wrong choice today, broaching it as you did. For a man who knew my father better than anyone save perhaps Lord Steffon, you remain an ignorant ponce when it comes to Father's pressure points and tells. I'm not trying to insult you, just stating the facts my lord. I'd offer to help, but I hate my brother too much to do so." Says Daemon as he departs with a basic simplistic backhand wave...

Chapter End

Okay, that was something, just a little bit more than the last few, I skipped the lemon because I'm getting stuck in a rut with that shit, and let's be honest, there's far too many and far too few good lemon thrones shit here, so I figured I'd skip it for now.

As for the Poll, Ten people have cast their votes for Blackfyre, Five for Both, and Three for Dark Sister. You guys have two days at the most to vote unless I delay the fight for another chapter, if you haven't voted then do it, if you have I won't hold it against you if you create a dummy account and vote again, I used to do the same thing in times past.

Cordially,

TheRagFromTheCrag