Baelor Breakspear

It's said it began during the wedding tourney for my Aunt Daenerys. The final joust between myself and Uncle Daemon ended in a draw after seven lances. The decision went to the King my father, so the result was never in doubt. It was whispered that Daemon loved Daenerys and looking at her face now I saw the truth of it.

When the King ruled in my favor I rode over to my new wife Jena, her smile shining like a beacon of light, crowning her Queen of Love and Beauty. We had married to please the marchers lords, seeing as my mother was Dornish and with peace and my own coloring they needed assurances that the Kingdom was not being subsumed to those ancient enemies to the South.

It didn't help that my Aunt was to marry the Prince of Dorne Maron. My father had confided in me that he hoped when she gave birth to the heir that Dorne could be peacefully brought into the kingdom.

At the feast that night Daemon was surrounded by disgruntled lords and knights. Those that disliked my father for his bookish ways, the Dornish influence at court, or the fact he wielded our families sword Blackfyre and thought he should have won the joust. Chief among the agitators was Uncle Aegor, the Bracken bastard and once almost heir before my Grandfather recognized Daemon himself. He was terribly bitter from being sent into exile, losing his lover Shiera Seastar to Uncle Brynden a Blackwood and those families have always fought, and finally received nothing from either Grandfather or Father besides a small stipend but no lands or place at court.

It would take a few years to boil over, but soon enough I would ride against Daemon again, only this time with no arbitration for the results, strength would decide the victor and death for the loser.