So this story is going to be all POV based. It is going to take the point of view of four characters: Cregan Stark, Daemon Blackfyre, Brynden "Bloodraven" Rivers, and Shiera Seastar. I find it really weird that almost no major female characters appeared during this period so I guess having Shiera in there seducing guys to further her gains would be cool. Don't worry everything is going to wrap up nicely for the actual rebellion. Enjoy this chapter!

Daemon

Daemon walked out of the Red Keep silently, playing over the day's events in his head. His father has given him the right to create a House of his own yet gave him no land. He had Blackfyre, but had no right to the Iron Throne. All this was strange and Daemon can't help but wonder what his father's intention was. Was he trying to change the line of succession? If that was the case could those sounds he made before he died be an edict to name a new successor? "No, the king now is Daeron," he told himself. If Aegon really wanted him to have the throne, why did he wait this long to give him Blackfyre?

Everyone who passed Daemon along the way stopped and looked. After he had passed them they immediately broke down into whispers, no doubt talking about him. But Daemon paid them no mind, he didn't need to. He was now officially a Targaryen prince and if they had an issue they can take it up with Blackfyre. No doubt the tale of him defeating all those other squires during the tournament so many years ago are still fresh in their minds. But even outside the Red Keep, eyes never strayed far from him. It seems his reputation has even spread to the commoners.

"What are you all looking at?" his half-brother Aegor Rivers shouted to a group gossiping maids outside a tavern. "Get back to work!"

Although Daemon and his three half-siblings were all born to different mothers, he had always been close with Aegor. While Brynden Rivers and Shiera shunned everyone, Daemon and Aegor would always play together and pretend to duel. They had been through a lot together these past few years and Aegor would probably be the only person Daemon could call a friend, a real brother.

"So," Aegor said as he jogged up to him. "What now?"

"Now? Now I'm going to find myself a nice tavern and have a bit of a drink," Daemon smiled as he unwrapped Blackfyre and threw away the red clothe. The sword has been kept locked up in that wooden chest for too long. Now it was time to let it breathe and give it new life.

"Have you ever thought of a name for your House?" Aegor asked. "I think I'll keep Targaryen, but I'll make a few changes to my sigil. What about you?"

"Hmm I don't know," Daemon said dreamingly as they walked. "I think Blackfyre would do nicely."

"Daemon Blackfyre; I like that."

The two of them wandered around King's Landing for some time, talking about their plans for the future. With nowhere to settle down, both Daemon and Aegor agreed to travel around the Seven Kingdoms and enjoy themselves; after all both had amassed a personal fortune over the years and did not have to worry about money.

They found a nice tavern in the center of the city and settled into a table by the window to enjoy their wine with a nice view. "You know Daeron doesn't deserve the Iron Throne," Aegor said in a low whisper. "He's nothing like Aegon the Conqueror, unlike you."

"Quiet," Daemon replied, looking around to see if they had been overheard. "What you're saying is treason."

"Hey you're the king's bastard aren't you?" someone said, walking up to Daemon and Aegor's table with a horn of ale in his hands. "How are you doing bastard?"

"Fuck off you drunk, before I throw you out for being rude," Aegor threatened.

"Ah did you guys hear that? This bastard is trying to threaten me!"

"That's it." Aegor had lost his patience. He stood up and grabbed the man by the collars. "Who the fuck do you think you are huh?" he said menacingly. "You call me a bastard again and I'll rip your tongue out."

The man seemed to have awakened from his drunken stupor. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry."

Aegor spat in the man's face and threw him away, knocking over a table and all the table's contents. People started gathering around to see what the commotion was about "Piss off, all of you," Aegor said.

"Hey who is going to pay for that?" the owner said angrily as he hurried over from his counter to assess the damage.

"I will," a strong voice said from the back. Daemon and Aegor turned their heads and saw a richly dressed man walking out of a private room flanked by two bodyguards. He took out a gold dragon from his pocket and tossed it to the owner. The man then walked over to Daemon. "It's not safe to talk in the open my lord. Why don't you come with me?"

"Who are you, if you don't mind me asking?" Daemon asked as he followed the mysterious man inside the room. The man was tall and broad, sporting short blonde hair and a mustache. From his demeanor he seemed like a fairly important knight or lord.

"I am Ralph Mooton, lord of Maidenpool," he replied as he beckoned them to take a seat. "And you two must be Daemon and Aegor. I have heard so much about you."

"Thank you for that," Daemon said, implying the situation with the drunk man. "How can we be of service to you?"

"Is it true that King Aegon bestowed upon you Blackfyre, the Sword of Kings?"

Daemon smiled as he unsheathed his blade and presented it to Ralph, who eyed the sword was if it was his firstborn child. Even thought it hasn't seen any light since Daeron I, the sword still shined brightly.

"Gods be good!" he exclaimed happily. "It seems the Seven Kingdoms might actually be saved!"

"What do you mean?" Daemon asked.

"The reign of Aegon IV was not a pleasant one," Ralph explained. "There was corruption everywhere and the king did as he pleased, paying no attention to the affairs of state. What we need the most now is a strong king who can reunite the Seven Kingdoms under centralized rule like Aegon the Conquer, not a scholar who doesn't know anything about warfare."

Daemon looked at Aegor, who had a look of smug satisfaction on his face. It was almost like an I told you so. "Treason, that is treason," Daemon said. While it's true he shared Ralph and Aegor's belief that Daeron wasn't fit for the Iron Throne, he didn't like the prospects of dying in a fight he can't win.

"On the contrary, it is for the good of the realm," Ralph replied. "Why do you think King Aegon never gave you any land? Because the Seven Kingdoms is yours! He gave you Blackfyre because he wanted you to challenge Daeron for the Iron Throne. To the victor go the spoils. How do you think Aegon II took the throne? Or Maegor the Cruel?"

"Maegor had an army and Aegon II had the support of Ser Criston Cole. If I were to do as you describe and claim the Iron Throne as my own, who would support me? No one!"

"Actually brother," Aegor interrupted. "There are people who would support you. I have been in contact with them these past few months. If we are to make a move, then my contacts across the Narrow Sea will raise an army of mercenaries and besiege King's Landing."

"Yes and there are many here in the Seven Kingdoms who would rather see you take the throne," Ralph added.

Daemon smiled. So he had support after all. If what Aegor and Ralph said was really true then he might actually have a chance at becoming king. It was a risk worth taking. "Fine," he finally said. "Where should I start?"

"Does Your Grace have a place to stay?" Ralph asked, smiling to himself.

"Since we were left no land, the answer is no," Daemon replied.

"Then come with me to Maidenpool Your Grace," Ralph said. "There we will be far away from the eyes of Daeron and we can plan your ascension in peace."

"Good," Daemon nodded. "When do we leave?"