A Shot in the Dark
King's Landing
An alley off the Muddy Way, 298 AC
"Will this damn rain ever let up?" said the man standing next to Daemon. They were standing under a canopy of a closed stall in the dark of the night, waiting for one of his men to show up. The weather was an unexpected event of the day, but one that suited them for their current task at hand. The sound of the rain would drown out their noise and help them remain unseen.
"Honestly Steffon, if I knew you would be complaining this much, I would've left you back at the Red Keep." Daemon gave him a confounded look conveying his confusion. "Besides, you are from the Stormlands, shouldn't you be used to the rain?"
Steffon scowled at him and rolled his eyes. "Just because I'm from there, doesn't mean I enjoy rain! I prefer sunnier conditions if I could choose." Steffon messed with clasp of the hooded robe he wore. "I much prefer the weather here. Besides now anyway."
Daemon shook his head at his friend obvious dismay. Daemon enjoyed the rain as much as the average person, and King's Landing was needed a good washing every now and then.
"Why did you drag Aemon with us? Surely he would've been receptive to coming out here in the night for clandestine affairs." "I'm sure he would've loved to come as well. Unfortunately, having him with us would not be for the best, its best that no one knows we are here."
Steffon's lips turned downwards in a frown, suspicion clear on his face. "You still won't tell me why we are here anyway." Steffon turned toward the figure cloaked behind them who had standing there in silence. "Malon? Why are we here."
Daemon could not see what Ser Malon's face was, but he could tell he was amused by Steffon's attempt to get information out of him. "Ser Daemon will tell you of our purpose here when it is appropriate. Isn't that correct My Lord?" Daemon smirked at Steffon. "Indeed, it is Malon. Honestly Steffon, have patience, I'm not about to tell you this in the middle of the road were anyone could overhear."
Steffon scoffed and muttered under his breath. "As if you could hear anything in this rain."
It was at that moment Daemon saw a shape on the opposite side of the road, standing in an alley between housing structures was the dark shape of a man. Then he heard the noise, the sound of a bird, one that was only found along the Rush. Ser Malon behind him let out an almost identical sounding noise and the dark shadow approached them. He saw Steffon grab the handle of his sword instinctively.
Daemon could see the mans features now as he got closer. It was the sergeant of the guard here under Malon. His name was Qorik, he was of average height, with a tanned complexion and dark eyes that gave him away as an Essosi. Daemon knew he had been in the Black Guard for somewhere close to ten years. He had been begging on the streets of Volantis for coin or means to coin when he was found by members of the Black Guard and was offered a chance a becoming something greater than a begger in the streets. And so, he accepted and found himself at Blackmont training to be a soldier for the Black Dragon.
He had finally reached them; his body gave a jerk as if he was going to bow but thought better of it at the last moment. 'Good' Daemon thought, it would be best if no one saw any bowing, lest they were being watched.
"My Lord" Qorik spoke softly. "We have located the house of the woman you sent us to look for. Its just up the road a bit. We've been watching the place all day, no one but the woman and her children are present."
Malon spoke for Daemon. "Are there any signs of any man living there? We don't want to have to deal surprise when we enter." "Non, Ser! It is solely the woman and children."
Malon turned his attention to Daemon and gave him a nod. "We are prepared then Daemon, we await your word."
"Let's move then." Daemon spoke. The group of four cloaked men walked through the wet streets toward their destination when Steffon pressed himself against Daemon. "Dae!" He hissed. "Why are we going to a peasant woman's home in the dark of the night! Do you have any idea how this makes us look!"
Daemon spoke back to him calmly. "I am aware how this looks. That is why no one knows we are here. And this woman has information that we need. It is of the utmost importance we get it too." Daemon turned his head to look at him and gave him a glare. "Now be silent until we get to the house!"
The rest of their walked was done in silence save for the sounds of their footsteps of the wet cobblestone. They passed by serval houses most dark but some alight with the candles of the inhabitants, smells of cooked food and smallfolk waste invaded their nostrils, as the rain seemed to amplify the smell.
It was as they were reaching their destination that Daemon saw two shapes ahead, each occupying a side of the road. Qorik walked further ahead of them and spoke to one man and came back to them.
"Addam says that he has Tregar and Joss standing guard further up the road while Bryen and himself are stationed here." Malon nodded his head in the affirmative and spoke. "Then we are good to progress Daemon."
They walked past Addam and Bryen toward the door of the house, it windows showing light from inside as they could hear the sound of a child screaming. Daemon walked up to the door as the others stopped behind him. He raised his hand up to the door and rapped his knuckles on the door four times. He could hear voices talking inside and shuffles near the entryway as the door opened only a little and he could see her face, Kyra, from Fishmonger's Square.
She looked timid and scared about opening her door in then night and she spoke in a voice that conveyed her trepidation. "Can I help you?" Daemon for his part merely smiled at her and spoke calmly. "It's Kyra, isn't it?" "That is me, yes." "Do you remember me Kyra, it was some time ago, but I helped you at Fishmonger's from the City Watch and with your fake Stags."
Daemon could see her eyes come alight with recognition and she spoke excitedly. "Milord Daemon! Of course, I remember you milord. I never forgot your kindness!"
Daemon smiled some more. "Would you mind if me and my companion could enter Lady Kyra? We are ever so soaked from the rains and would like a chance to dry off?" He could see her hesitation about letting them enter, she turned her head to look at something in the house before she opened the door wider. "Come in milord! Please come have a seat at the fire."
Daemon and the others entered the house, it was run down for sure, but even Daemon could see objects and personal belongings that made the house a home to those who lived here. Laying down on a bed across the room through on open doorway were two children who seemed to be fast asleep. While in the main room where the fire was where a few chairs in a sort of semicircle another woman was sitting down eyeing them all wearily with a third child upon her lap.
"Would you like some water or ale milords? I don't be having much." Kyra spoke from behind them as she closed the door and locked it. Her hands clasped in front of her resting on her abdomen. Daemon nodded his head as he took his hood off, running a hand through his hair, he heard the other woman gasp as she no doubt observed his silver hair.
"That will be fine Kyra, thank you." Daemon took a seat at one of the empty chairs, Steffon too, took a seat on the one at the end. He heard Malon tell Qorik to stand by the door, while he himself took to stand over by the chimney. Kyra returned with cups of ale for them, Daemon motioned for her to give them to his companions first before accepting the last one. The ale was sour for sure, but he knew it was all what the majority of the smallfolk could afford, so he drank it.
For a moment no one said anything, the only sound was of the fire crackling. It wasn't until Daemon spoke did the silence break.
"I apologize for coming to you home at such an hour Lady Kyra, but it is of the utmost importance that I've come to disturb you." "It is okay milord, you saved me from the gold cloaks, anything I can do to repay, I wills milord!"
"Kyra! You shouldn't say such things! We don't know what these men could do to us! No one going to help us if the wish to have their ways with us!" "Lyza! Ser Daemon would never! He saved me, and he paid for our food for the next months!" She turned to look at Daemon and gave a small smile. "I trust him"
Daemon gave a smile in return and shifted his attention to the other woman, Lyza. "I assure you Lyze? Was it? That my companions and I are not here for nefarious reasons. We are merely here for information that Lady Kyra here has." "Information milord?" Daemon put his cup of ale on the floor in front of him and leaned down his elbows on his knees. "You mentioned, about your fake Stags, that you would given them to you by your boss, the Dyer, yes?
Kyra nodded her head. "Yes milord, he did. He gave us all the fake stags, us women anyway." Daemon cocked his head to the side. "Only to the women?" "Yes milord, me don't know whys." It was Ser Malon who spoke up, his deep voice reverberating across the room. "He probably knew the women would be too timid to raise concern, the men might fight him for their coin."
Steffon seemed to agree with Malon. "That would make the most sense. The question I have is why this man is giving out counterfeit currency to his workers in the first place, if the Crown found out about that- "Steffon shook his head.
"Indeed, which is why, Lady Kyra, could you tell us the location of where you work and the location of your boss?" "Of Course, milord! Anything I can do to help." Daemon smiled. "Good-" Just as Daemon was going to continue, the other woman Lyza spoke up.
"What does Kyra get out of this!" "Lyza!" "No Kyra, you are putting yourself into danger doing this for them! If HE finds out about this before they can find him, he will kill us! You should be paid for this work!"
Daemon was surprised by the boldness of the other woman; it was admirable certainly. "Do not worry Lady Lyza, I have no intention of leaving Kyra alone to do this and she will be rewarded considerably for her cooperation. That you can be sure of. Ser Daemon does not forgive kindness or help from those who offer it." Daemon inwardly cringed at speaking of himself in such a way, but it was necessary. Kyra spoke. "The place where we's be working is in Cobbler Square, the biggest building before the Street of Steel. It has a big window on the front above where to door is."
Daemon turned to look at Ser Malon and saw him nod his head, knowing he has the description in his head. He turned back toward the women. "Good, I will have some of my men follow you to your place of work, that way we can be sure we have the right place. I thank you, Lady Kyra, Lady Lyza for your cooperation." Daemon reached behind him for a bag tied to his belt and grab it. It wiggled and the sound of coins could be heard. "This is your first payment; you will receive the final amount once this matter is concluded. I think you will find; it will do you good."
Daemon stood up from his chair and grabbed his hood to put it back on head as Steffon and Ser Malon made their way toward the door. As Daemon headed for the door, he could hear Kyra open the pouch with a gasp. "Ser Daemon!" He turned around to see Lyza standing above a crying Kyra with a look of shock on her face. She looked him straight in the eyes from where she stood. You really are the Kind-Hearted. May the Seven Bless you!"
King's Landing
Royal Gardens, 298 AC
There weren't many times that Aemon found himself surrounded by his siblings and aunt, not since they were all younger and hadn't yet found issues with each other's friends. But in some rare moments they found themselves all together and, in this occasion, relaxing and eating, looking out over King's Landing. Aemon found that he liked this, but knew, eventually they would be even more separate from each other.
"So, Rhae, it's what? A fortnight from your nameday Tourney. Are you excited? All the Kingdoms and Great Houses are said to be attending this one, the Realm has not seen something like this since the Tourney at Harrenhall!" It was Aegon who spoke, Egg, to everyone close to him. Aemon knew he loved Tourney's, even if he never really participated in them himself. It was one of the things that Egg and him bonded with each other with, they loved to watch the tilts when they were younger, watching knights like Ser Arthur, Ser Barristan, Ser Jamie, Lord Royce, and others. Aemon even dreamed of himself being the winner of the joust often when he was young, though, now he knew that while he was a great jouster himself, he knew his brother-by-choice Daemon was superior in that aspect.
Aemon saw Rhae roll her eyes, seemingly annoyed that he asked the question. "I am really, honestly, tired of people asking me if I am excited for it. As if I love seeing a bunch of brutish men hitting each other with long sticks. The only thing I'm looking forward to is the ball and the final feast when everyone leaves!" They all laughed at that, knowing how much Rhaenys hated being involved with big crowds and mingling with Lords and Ladies.
"We all know there is one brutish man swinging his stick that you wouldn't mind seeing though." Dany said with a devious smirk. Aemon heard Egg give a very undignified snort and took a drink of his wine. "As if Daemon does not give our sweet Rhae his stick every night anyway."
Rhae just simply gave Egg a glare that would kill him if it could. "I thought you didn't like Daemon, Egg? Why are you talking about that." "It's not that I don't like him, he's just too presumptuous for my liking." Aemon raised an eyebrow at that and gave Egg a skeptical look. "And your friend Joffery isn't presumptuous at all? The boy acts and talks like he is the Father's gift to Westeros, as if he is the Crown Prince and not you."
Aemon knew as soon as he said his name that he shouldn't have. He could feel the good mood of his sister drop instantly and he regretted it immediately. He went to speak but found the words stuck in his throat. " I-I'm sorry Rhae, I shouldn't have brought it up." "No! You shouldn't have." She snapped at him. He watched as she poured herself a full cup of wine and drank it all. They were all watching her.
He saw Dany look hesitant and he had a feeling he knew what she was going to say. "Have you told Daemon yet? He deserves to know." This time Rhae looked at Dany with a venomous look. "No! And I am not going to tell him! No one is going to tell him because it is not going to happen!" Aemon shook his head. "Do you really think father is going to change his mind? Or that you can convince him to call it off? They wouldn't take that well." She threw her cup at a nearby wall. "I don't give a shit how they take it! It is never going to happen! And I am not going to tell him!"
It was Egg who spoke up next. "Rhae! Calm yourself and act like the Princess you are!" She sat deep in her cushioned chair; arms crossed with a contemptuous look on her face. Egg continued. "Dany is right, you need to tell Daemon, he deserves to know especially with all the nights you spend fucking him. Now, Daemon may not be my favorite person, but this behavior on your part is just childish and irresponsible."
Aemon was impressed with his brother, him and Daemon had not gotten on since they were so young but hearing him back him up. It brought a tiny feeling of pride toward his brother, something he hadn't felt toward him in so long.
Rhaenys scoffed at him. "As if you should be lecturing me on how to behave properly! You! You, who is betrothed to one of the most beautiful and wealthiest woman in all the Seven Kingdoms, telling me how to behave when you frequent whores almost every night!"
Aemon could see the anger rise up Eggs throat as the red grew further up and up. Aemon thought it best to speak up in his defense, but his brother beat him to it. "You make it sound like I should be grateful of the opportunity to be betrothed to her! I don't even know her much less met her! All I know about her is stories from her brother who puts her on a fucking pedestal. At least what I feel with those whores is real!"
Rhaenys jumped up from her chair and slammed her hands on the table. "Are you trying to tell me that my love for Daemon isn't real!? How dare you! I have been in love with him since I was eight name-days old! It is real!" she yelled at him with tears coming out of her eyes. She sat back down in her chair and angrily wiped the tears away.
It was silent until he deiced to speak up. Aemon knew it would anger her greatly, but he couldn't let it slide to the side, not while it could hurt his brother. He looked at his sister with a hard look. "You will tell Daemon, Rhae. You have till a sennight until the tourney to tell him. Father is not going to change his mind and I know you really love him, but if you really did you would tell him. No matter how much it will hurt." She shook her head. "He will be so angry with me, furious."
It looked like his words were going to have an effect on her until Dany said. "Imagine how angry, furious he will be if he finds out and its not you that tells him, Rhae." She whipped her head so fast it was like the strike of a snake, and she sneered at Dany. "Of course, you would like me to tell him wouldn't you, you bitch! I bet you just can't wait for me to tell him so that in his despair he falls straight into your arms!" Dany face contorted into a deeply hurt face at her words and as Rhae got up she hissed at both Aemon and Egg furiously. "If any of you two say a word to him, I swear by the Old Gods and the New I will castrate you!" And with her final words, she left them at the table.
Aemon could see Dany take a deep breath and wipe her eyes. He got up and sat next to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "Are you okay Dany?" "Ye-yes, I am okay Aemon, Rhae is just very upset, she didn't mean what she said." She sat up and smoothed out her dress. "I am going to go talk to her, I have no doubt she is going to feel immense guilt at her words." Just like with Rhaenys, Dany was gone with her words.
He looked up to see Egg pouring himself more wine, looking none too weary about the yelling match between him and their sister. He looked at Aemon with a tired face. "Well, that went well." Aemon gave a huff of a chuckle. "It could've gone better I suppose. I'm surprise though Egg." Egg tilted his head up. "Of what?" "You defend Daemon. Never have I ever heard you come to his defense before. Why now?" Egg looked got up from his chair, cup in hand, and walked toward to short wall behind Aemon that looked out toward the city. "Contrary to what you all think about me, I don't hate Daemon. I never have." Aemon joined him at the wall and leaned against it looking at his brother. "Then what is it?" Egg gave a humorless chuckle. "Would you believe me if I said envy?" Aemon gave him a confused look. "Envy? Why would you envy him?" "Because he is everything I am not. An incredible gifted swordsman like you. A fantastic Jouster. He is even good with a bow! Not to mention he is smart and cunning and charming! How could I not envy him!" He turned to look at him. "Before he came to us, we were the best of friends Aemon, everything he is now to you is what I used to be. But when he came, and he was just as good as you at sword practice it was like I was swept to the side."
Egg let out a long sigh. "I do not hate him, but all that envy turned into resentment. And I do resent him, I resent for his gifts." He gave Aemon a sad smile. "I resent him for stealing my brother from me. And that is something I will never forgive." Aemon found himself at a loss for words, he never knew the depths of his brothers perceived hate toward Daemon and could he say he blamed him? No, he couldn't. But it also wasn't black and white.
"If you were so envious of him, why not just try harder! Train hard, aim to be better instead of giving up. Why not fight for what you were envious of." Egg let out a hollow laugh. "Don't think I never thought of that. I was a child, a child who just so happened to be the Crown Prince, I didn't think about being better, I thought I should've been born with that natural ability to be good at everything. I thought that him being better than me, meant that he would become the Heir to the Iron Throne over me." He shook his head to clear his thoughts. "The thoughts and actions of as a child have ruled over me. Even to today."
He stood up straight and placed his cup on the wall, facing fully toward Aemon now. "My actions then define who I am today Aemon. Do not mistake my actions today. I will never like Daemon, I resented him for so long my thoughts of him only bring me sorrow and anger. We will never be tolerate one another so long as we both live. But perhaps… we could still become the brothers we once we?"
Aemon could see the faint look of hope in his eyes, whishing that Aemon would just say the word and everything would be okay again. They would be as close as brothers were meant to be. But Aemon knew it was too late for that, actions they had done against each other and words and feelings their friends have done to them were too entrenched to go away. This small moment of peace as siblings would not last.
Aemon gathered his composer and spoke. "I think that opportunity has long since passed us brother. Too much has happened for all to be forgotten, and for what's still to come. I will always love you as my brother and cherish the times we had together. But just as you are my brother, so too is Daemon. And I will never forsake him."
Aegon gave him a sad, accepting smile. As if he already knew what he was going to say. He grabbed his cup and raised it, "To the past." and drank all that was left.
King's Landing
King Rhaegar's Solar, 298 AC
He found himself, not for the first time, admiring the two swords that hung on the wall of the King's personal solar. Daemon was sent a message from one of Varys' little birds, instructing him to go the King's solar after midday. And that is where Daemon finds himself. Let in by Ser Gerold and told that the King would be in shortly. The two swords in question were none other then the two most legendary blade in existence, the ancestral swords of House Targaryen, Blackfyre and Dark Sister. The magnificence of the Valyrian Steel hidden by the elegant scabbards that contain them.
And not for the first time did Daemon wish he could feel them in his hands, how their lightness would glide through the air as if a hot knife through butter. He knew the history these blades had seen, the blood that dripped from them. The tales they could sing if they could talk. But Daemon also saw something else when looking at the bastard sword, it's red ruby pommel gleaming, the twin snarling cross-guard dragons. He saw it many times in his dreams, the ones in which he is sitting atop a throne of stone, Blackfyre in gripped in his right hand, tip down on the ground. 'Dragon dreams or just dreams?' Daemon did not know which they were.
"The are a sight to behold, aren't they?" A voice spoke from behind him. Startled he spun around on his heel and bowed immediately to the King. "Your Grace! Forgive me, I was not aware you had entered." The King for his part just chuckled and walked over to stand beside him. He raised his hand and placed it on Daemon's shoulder, patting him. "How many times must I tell you Daemon, you can call me Rhaegar when with family. No need for this 'His Grace'." Rhaegar gave a great sigh as he sat down behind his desk. "I hear it enough everyday already. I don't need to hear from you as well. Please, sit." He gestured to the seat in front of the desk.
Daemon did as he was told and relaxed himself into his chair. "Very well Rhaegar, I received a letter from Lord Varys telling me to meet you here?" "Aah, yes that is correct. I did indeed summon you here didn't I" Daemon could see a faint smile on Rhaegar's face, and for a moment Daemon panicked and was worried once again that he and Rhaenys had been found out, but he worries were forgotten when Rhaegar continued.
"Lord Varys as informed me of the sensitive nature of an issues you have discovered within the city. A dyer paying working with counterfeit currency, is it?" Daemon nodded his head. "You know of course of the incident in Fishmonger's Square and my… ensuing title." The king's face lit up with a smile and gestured that he knew. "Well, the woman I had helped from the City Watch was the one who was being paid the fake stags. And the day of the meeting here in your solar, when I accomplished Lord Varys, we had discussed the issue I had find. He had said it was my matter to deal with."
Rhaegar slowly nodded his head as he was listening, he laced his fingers together with his elbows on the desk. "Yes, and I agree with Lord Varys. This matter of the counterfeit coin is yours to deal with, in secrecy I hope, if word gets out about this and the Great Lords of the Realm are made aware. It might cause issues with the assurance that the Crown is providing real coinage. An issue, I know you see, we cannot have."
Daemon knew the chaos that could arise if people knew the counterfeits were in circulation. It would cause a devaluation, the Iron Bank might stop all ventures with Crown, and not to mention the loss of reputation with the major houses who receive money from the many grants for projects within their respective Kingdoms. "Believe me Your… Rhaegar, I am well aware of the risks. But I have this matter under control, those involved are men I know that would never reveal any information. And I have not involved Aemon into this affair either."
Rhaegar leaned back into his chair. "So, you have only yourself, a few soldiers of the Black Guard which includes Ser Malon, and Steffon." "How di-" Rhaegar gave him a dry look. "My spymaster of course. Nothing in this castle happens in secret, there are too many eyes everywhere and nowhere." He gave him a pointed look at that. Daemon for his part averted his eyes.
"You will continue with your investigation, but you will have no official support or acknowledgment of this matter. To everyone's eyes, this matter does not exist. Am I understood in that regard, Ser Daemon?" Daemon looked back at him and gave a firm nod. "I understand Your Grace. I will close this matter and shut down whoever is pushing the counterfeit."
Daemon could see his shoulders sag, as if an invisible weight was lifted off his shoulders. Both of their gazes went back to the swords on the wall. "Do you know the history of the sword Blackfyre Daemon? And I don't mean its actual history, I mean how it found itself here." Daemon's eyes stayed on the blade. "My ancestor Aegon, return the sword back to Daeron II after his father, Daemon, was killed. It was there he swore that his line would never betray House Targaryen and that by returning the sword, it would be seen that way in front the Realm and the Gods."
"Indeed, that is exactly how it went. I admire Aegon for that, he very well could have kept Blackfyre in House Blackfyre, after all, it was given legally to Daemon Waters, and it is why your house is named such."
Daemon could finally tear his eyes away from the sword and looked back toward Rhaegar. "What will you do with it? I have no doubt that Egg would be expecting the sword as your heir." "I agree with you. But I digress, I do not want such a legendary weapon to just go to whomever thinks they deserve it. It was Ser Arthur who gave me the idea. That Blackfyre and Dark Sister will go to anyone who posses the Blood of the Dragon on an epic achievement or possession of unparalleled skill, much like how Dawn itself is."
Daemon could not help but think about he himself doing some great quest, he could see it in his mind's eye, kneeling down in front of the Iron Throne while Rhaegar is giving some speech about his accomplishment he had done to be worthy of attaining this legendary sword.
"I think it is a great idea Rhaegar." Daemon adopted a slightly worried expression. "But I can foresee Aegon raising a great fuss about this. He would see it as a slight to his status." "True, you may be right about that, but I have very long and tedious conversations with many people about this. I believe this is the right path."
Rhaegar adjusted himself in his chair and looked down wearily at all the letters laying on his desk and gave a great sigh. "No one ever talks about all the paperwork that involves being the King." His eyes lifted from one letter he was reading to look at Daemon. "I have told your father already, come the day majority of the lords start arriving and come to present themselves and their gifts to Rhaenys. I want you and your family on the dais with House Targaryen."
Daemon wore a shocked expression his mouth agape. "Your Grace, is that entirely appropriate?" The Kings lips twitched. "I will determine what is appropriate or not. House Blackfyre is our kin our cadet branch, we share kingly blood together. You will be on the dais as befitting your status, there will be no arguments." And with his last words, Daemon knew his time in the solar was over. But Daemon was happy, to have his family on the dais was a show of force, only the royal family and the Small Council were allowed to be there during official meetings. But this would show everyone across the Seven Kingdoms, that House Targaryen and Blackfyre are united and strong.
AN: Hello everyone! I know it has been a while since I updated this story, and I apologize for that but work and classes had taken up so much of my time that I didn't have anytime to work on this story. But things have slowed down a little bit and I had time to write finally! Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and, I know, this chapter is different than the way I was doing the previous chapters, but I have found I like to write this way more and I think I will continue with this style of writing chapters with multiple POV's instead of just one. Let me know what you all think of this chapter!
Force Smuggler: They do don't they! I am glad their scene conveyed that well enough. Tywin really is the worst! I suppose they are trying to do the honorable thing.
Noiiree: I always thought that even though most of Westeros hates them, their southern sense of honor won't let them just eliminate them all?
Jason: Yes she is! She is still alive, and she will appear eventually. It would be funny to see Daemon being terrified of her.
Guestfyre: Rhaenys is very attached to Daemon and gets very jealous of not having him around her at all times. In this timeline, Aegor 'Bittersteel' still leaves Westeros and founds the Golden Company, albeit, it is without Blackfyre in his position, so some of those wars still did occur, and the loyal House Blackfyre was there to help fend off the traitorous Fakefyres. With that, most of the first Daemon Blackfyre's children did not follow Aegon in staying loyal to the Crown and most of the other Blackfyre sons died in the First Blackfyre Rebellion.
