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Driftmark ― High Tide…
Slumped along the steps of the cliffside courtyard, Aegon the Elder had gotten increasingly drunk on wine, as seen by the littered number of cups near his feet near the closest stairway. One, two, three, four… too many were beyond counting. His head felt heavy, as did the rest of his adolescent body. Aegon was living life on his terms: flaunting his royal status, being given as much wine as he wanted, and lecherously eyeing all the serving girls he set his sights on. The only thing Aegon lamented was his betrothal to his sister Helaena. As he was passed out in his drunken stupor, the Targaryen prince didn't hear the approach of an older lord near the courtyard steps.
Lord Unwin, disgusted at the sight of his grandson, descended the steps and towered over him. So, this is how you raised this, this… boy, my dear daughter? So disgraceful. I instructed you to present a prince worthy of our bloodline to be the world's envy someday. Yet from what I have seen about Aegon compared to the other Targaryen children, Beatrice, you are as unfit a mother as a queen. I had so many hopes for you; for our house. Shaking his head in disappointment, the Lord of Starpike woke his grandson with a stiff kick to the side.
"Ow!" Aegon yelped. He was now wide awake. Who kicked him? Once his eyes opened, he saw a silhouette standing over him. Before he could react, he felt himself being lifted to his feet by his collar. "Brother?" he asked, still slurring his mannerisms.
Unwin spun Aegon around and roughly dragged him up the stairway. "Get to bed," he sternly told him.
From a distance, Aemond observed his grandfather accompanying his elder brother into High Tide. Qarl brought Laenor back to the courtyard, but the heir to Driftmark broke free from his lover's embrace and entered the castle alone, still grieving for Laena. As he watched them, Aemond heard a dragon's faint but mournful roar nearby - Vhagar, the Queen of All Dragons, the oldest and largest in Westeros. As per the stories, her flames were so intense that they could melt a knight's armor and cook him inside, she could devour a whole horse in one gulp, and her mighty roar could shake the very foundation of Storm's End.
« There are other options in case an egg doesn't hatch. You need to know where to look. »
Aemond, being the sole Targaryen without a dragon, recalled his elder half-brother's advice. Heeding Aeonar's words, Aemond realized that there were alternative means to become a dragonrider in the event of an unhatched dragon egg. After ensuring that no one was around, the young prince took the opportunity to secretly trail Vhagar's outline as it flew close to one of Driftmark's sandbanks. Little did Aemond anticipate the consequences of his actions, which would go down in history as a controversial political scandal.
High Tide ― Hall of Nine…
Seated before the fireplace's warm glow, Rhaenys Targaryen was overcome with a profound sense of loss. Though most guests had retired to their chambers for the night, the Queen Who Never Was remained lost in her thoughts. Laena, her only daughter, had been taken from her, and with her passing, a part of Rhaenys had also died. Despite her sorrow, she found herself unable to shed any more tears. In the Seven Kingdoms, women were all too familiar with childbirth risks. However, this knowledge did little to assuage the heartache that plagued the Queen. What weighed most heavily on her was that Laena had been denied the opportunity to return home to Driftmark and be with her kin. This right had been taken from her by Daemon, and it was this injustice that had led to her untimely demise. "She wanted to come home, and he denied her," she lamented.
Corlys, meanwhile, although he mourned the loss of his daughter, remained skeptical. "Daemon did what he thought best," he replied.
"I don't believe that, and neither do you. Daemon only ever does what is best for Daemon. Laena needed our maesters."
"The surgeons in Pentos are as well-trained as our maesters. You are looking to place blame for an act of the gods."
"Maybe the gods have scorned us… for our insatiable pride."
"Fate can be harsh, but it was not pride that caused the loss of your daughter," Aeonar, accompanied by his chief agent Farrier, entered the room. Despite the late hour, the Young Dragon was still up and about. Farrier, a trusted member of Aeonar's spy network, remained by his side throughout his tenure. While Ser Harwin Strong enforced the Blacks' will, Farrier's influence extended further into the shadows as the Young Dragon's left-hand man.
"I thought you'd be asleep by now," Corlys observed.
"How could I not?" Especially since all the funeral has done is bring back long, lost, painful memories? "Despite everything, Lord Corlys, Princess Rhaenys… I am sorry about Laena. You have the crown's deepest condolences. And mine."
"Thank you. It still doesn't feel real."
Corlys noticed Farrier's presence. "Why is this lowborn in my hall?" he inquired.
"I have faith in Farrier's abilities despite his humble origins," Aeonar assured the Sea Snake, crossing his arms behind his back. "However, considering the current circumstances of mourning, it would be inappropriate to delve into topics such as ambition or resolved past events. Your two granddaughters require your attention at this time."
Rhaenys' stern face was almost apparent. "I gave up the idea of wearing a crown a generation ago," she reminded Corlys. "It is you, lord husband, who refuses to abandon this pursuit, even now, at the cost of our children."
She still blames Daemon and the Pentoshi. No parent should ever have to bury their dead child. Aeonar's thoughts then drifted to his mother. What caused Laena to do what she did in Pentos… The Young Dragon's lilac eyes stared aimlessly into the fire.
« Oh no…! NO! No! No! No! NO, NO, NO! […] VISERYS, NO! PLEASE! NO, NO, NO! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH! »
Aeonar blinked and forcibly repressed the memory to the back of his mind again.
Not denying it but reflecting, Corlys stares into the fireplace. "What is this brief mortal life… if not the pursuit of legacy?" he ponders.
"Legacy?" Aeonar raised an eyebrow.
Rhaenys shook her head. "Legacy may be why you live your life, Corlys," she said. "I want Driftmark to pass through Laena's line to Baela. To true Velaryon blood. Declare it now, while all are gathered here, and we will say that is how we will honor Laena's memory."
Corlys looked incensed. "And disinherit our son?" he asked, almost appalled at his wife's suggestion. "You would have me cast an even darker shadow over those little boys than already exists."
"Lord Corlys, it's important to face the truth about Jace, Luke, or Joffrey, even if it's not easy to accept," stated Aeonar in a straightforward manner.
"You can speak the plain truth as we know it," Rhaenys agreed. "Rhaenyra's children are not of your blood." She took her husband's hands in hers. "But Laena's are. They are her legacy."
"History does not remember blood," Corlys refused. "It remembers names."
Rhaenys was in disbelief as her husband refused to accept the truth. Despite Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffrey not being their true grandsons, the Queen Who Never Was was unconcerned with the Sea Snake's obsession with the Iron Throne and was willing to consider the three boys as part of the royal line of succession. However, Rhaenys wanted their granddaughter Baela to be named as heir to Driftmark instead of Jace. Unfortunately, the Sea Snake's refusal could cast doubt on the boys' claim to Driftmark or the Iron Throne.
Aeonar could not help but question his longtime ally's interpretation of legacy. What does legacy mean? Truly. What do names mean? Through what specter are you looking at? These things do not define a legacy. "Do you truly believe that?" he asked.
"What?" Corlys inquired.
"What does blood mean? What do names mean? More importantly…" Aeonar glanced over his shoulder at his ally. "Do you even know what legacy means?" Before Corlys could respond, the Young Dragon quickly explained to him. "It's what you pass down to your children and your children's children. Your deeds, accomplishments, actions, the teachings from one generation to the next… It's what remains of you when you're gone." Aegon, Maegor, Jaehaerys… These three kings all left a legacy to be remembered throughout history. Aegon flew across the mouth of the Blackwater with a small army and three dragons to conquer the Seven Kingdoms in months, unifying it into a single realm under House Targaryen's rule. Maegor was infamous for his cruel tyranny after usurping the throne from his brother's sons and nearly ending our rule before it could truly begin. And my great-grandfather is remembered for his great wisdom and for making an impossible task a reality for those who came after him. If it were not for the Old King, the House of the Dragon would not have even reached the height of its power. And yet I can't help but wonder, what will be your legacy when your time comes, father? How will you be remembered when you are gone? Well, time will tell.
After Corlys had departed, Rhaenys followed suit, leaving Aeonar alone with Farrier. The latter approached the Young Dragon from behind, careful not to attract undue attention. Once close, Farrier leaned in and whispered into Aeonar's ear, relaying some critical information. Then, from his pocket, Farrier produced a small bronze beetle, intricately designed, and handed it over to Aeonar. "The Lykiri Mere discovered this on each of the men who were seen fleeing the scene at Harrenhal," Farrier reported, his voice low and measured. "We managed to interrogate them, but unfortunately, they all had their tongues cut out, just like the others."
Aeonar nodded thoughtfully, his mind working quickly to assemble the puzzle pieces from the clues uncovered. "Hmm, then I do not doubt that the Caltrops were involved," he concluded after contemplating.
"I believe that as well," Farrier confirmed. "The Blacks have sent more people to help with the investigation, but the Caltrops are proving to be deceptively resourceful and are hindering our efforts. Whoever is backing them must have a capable spymaster of their own. But with the sudden ascension of a certain man―"
"Larys Strong," Aeonar cut in before Farrier could complete his sentence. "Look into his activities over the last six months. See if anything comes up. And keep it quiet," he instructed, his tone firm and decisive. Without concrete evidence linking him or Beatrice to the Harrenhal disaster, I cannot proceed. Unless I can find anything incriminating, they will continue to claim they are being unfairly targeted and subjected to a malicious investigation. We must obtain this evidence to move forward in this matter. "And where is my sister or our uncle?"
Farrier hesitated a moment before replying. "Well…"
Driftmark ― Somewhere along the beach…
Rhaenyra and Daemon take a moonlit walk along the beach outside the castle, discussing their recent mutual losses and their tension at being apart for a decade. The princess had not seen her uncle in ten years. Back then, she was merely a young woman. But now? Rhaenyra was twenty-nine years old and fully grown. Each of their children was still at High Tide getting ready to go to bed along with the others. And given her and Daemon's space and privacy, they had much to catch up on. "Laenor has been restless for years, but now, he will be useless. Or worse," she told him. "I know better than anyone that our marriage is a farce. But I at least make an effort to maintain appearances."
"So it's been said," Daemon replied skeptically. "Yet Aeonar seems to be the only one with more to lose. Much more."
"Yes, well, that has been my lot, it seems. I gave my brother a hard time left and right, no matter what I did. No matter how hard I try to set things right. It doesn't feel like it will ever be enough, not ever since Aeonar was named Hand of the King three days ago. Of course, he's still our father's heir, but…" Rhaenyra sighed. "We did try… to conceive a child, Laenor and I. We were even going as far as discussing our predicament with Aeonar. We shared that Laenor was more interested in the company of men, and although we respected each other, having a child in a loveless marriage would not have been fruitful. But he would not hear it. Said we had to keep trying. We performed our duty as best we could. But to no avail. There was no joy in it. I found that elsewhere." Harwin… "It felt good to be desired."
"So I see. I understand that Ser Harwin was quite… devoted to you, even knowing the risks of laying with a princess. After all, the Bonebreaker was your brother's right-hand man. Whatever your brother willed it, whatever plans he laid in motion, Ser Harwin was always there to enforce them and eliminate those who got in his way."
"Yes, he was. And I trusted him. We trusted him." And yet I can't help but blame myself for his fate. I'm so sorry… "I should've stopped Ser Harwin from returning to the Riverlands. Maybe then he would still be alive."
"He would have only been executed by hanging or beheading if he stayed. There was no other way to avoid that."
"I know. Still, what happened at Harrenhal, when we learned what had happened… I couldn't help but think that Harren's curse is as strong now as it was after the Conquest."
Daemon rolled his eyes. "That's a ghost story, one Lord Unwin and the queen would gladly exploit," he replied flatly.
Rhaenyra looked at her uncle. "I wouldn't put it past Beatrice for possibly resorting to cold-blooded murder. But, even then, she knows there were risks of such actions with so many eyes and ears placed at nearly every corner," she said.
"Each of us is capable of depravity. And more than you would believe."
« A marriage is a duty… Yes. But that does not stop us from doing what we want. From fucking who we want. »
The lingering memory of what Daemon had told her during the Summer Festival ten years ago resonated in Rhaenyra's mind. "I believe it of you," she accused.
"If you're accusing me of some depravity, you'll need to be more specific," Daemon replied.
"I've been alone. You abandoned me!"
"I spared you from the dangers of being around me. You were only a child."
"Yes! Yes, I was a child. And look at what my life became without you. Droll tragedy."
Daemon had enough. He grabbed his niece by the arm and spun Rhaenyra around to face him. "And I wonder what you think of mine by comparison?" he challenged.
"I know little of it," Rhaenyra scoffed. Then, after a moment's pause, she recomposed herself. "Did you love her?" she asked, referring to Laena Velaryon.
"We were happy enough. All I have left of Laena… are our daughters, Baela and Rhaena. I have to raise them now."
This admission pained Rhaenyra. "Well, that in itself is a great achievement," she retorted. However, given this morning's funeral service, she realized how insensitive her statement sounded. "I am sorry," she apologized.
"Don't be," Daemon replied. "I am at least allowed to mourn my losses in a way you couldn't publicly mourn yours."
Throughout their shared grief, Rhaenyra acknowledged her uncle's wise counsel. She and Daemon suffered significant losses, finding solace in each other's company. However, Rhaenyra could not publicly grieve for her relationship with Ser Harwin Strong for fear of scandal and speculation regarding the paternity of her three sons. It was common knowledge at court that her sons bore no resemblance to her husband, Ser Laenor Velaryon, but instead strongly resembled Ser Harwin. Despite this, being with Daemon made Rhaenyra feel grounded and secure, as she had not felt in a decade. Though she thought her attraction to him had faded, she realized it was still present as she placed her hand on his chest and moved closer, sensing that he felt it too.
"Rhaenyra…" Daemon said.
"I'm no longer a child," Rhaenyra replied. Then, pulling him closer, the two shared a tender kiss – reigniting the spark they once had during the Summer Festival ten years ago. Again, she felt Daemon caressing her sides, reciprocating her affections. Upon pulling away, their noses touched. "I want you," she whispered.
Daemon contemplated his niece's desire. But in the end, they were both consenting adults. Knowing that Rhaenyra was already married, that her husband was gay, and he was now a widower, the Rogue Prince hoisted Rhaenyra by her hips. He took her to a nearby wrecked boat with only the moonlight giving them illumination to see. They were sure they were alone on the beach at this time of night. No one would see them or hear them. High Tide was behind them. Their passions and lustful desires ran high; Daemon and Rhaenyra resumed their kisses and felt each other up. Reaching behind her, he undid several laces to disrobe his niece, planting several pecks along her neck and shoulder while slowly sliding the dress off Rhaenyra's shoulders.
Rhaenyra felt her heart racing and her breaths quicken with desire while she undid the buttons of her uncle's leather vest. Daemon's bare chest retained a slim yet muscular build, with faint scars and burn marks from years of training, dueling, and fighting in the Stepstones. As Rhaenyra worked to free Daemon's cock from its breeches, she felt the Rogue Prince slide his hands across her bare stomach and gasped when Rhaenyra felt a new sensation between her legs. Daemon was already an experienced lover and knew exactly what to do to pleasure a woman. Rhaenyra bit her quivering lip, grinding her hips against her uncle's hand as he teased her moist clitoris, which sent shivers throughout her body. Before long, Daemon slowly inserted three fingers into Rhaenyra's wet pussy, his digits plunging in and out of her opening faster and faster, spreading her inner walls with relentless assaults. Her whole body shuddered after a few minutes of intense fingering, and her legs weakened as she shook with orgasm. "Oooh…~" she moaned. Rhaenyra panted, lowering herself onto the sand. It wasn't a precise location; a bed would have been more comfortable, but the sand was preferred to the wooden wreckage.
Daemon's eyes looked over Rhaenyra's body. She was hot, wet, and ready for lovemaking, which was good because the Rogue Prince was out of his mind with lust and couldn't wait much longer. So he mounted his niece and slid her stockings down her legs to her ankles before removing her undergarments. Taking one look at Rhaenyra, Daemon could see her nodding her head.
"Fuck me… Make me yours," Rhaenyra requested, spreading her legs apart to reveal her wet cunt. They couldn't remain on the beach for long as their absence would have been noticed.
Upon hearing and gaining her consent, Daemon traced the head of his cock up and down Rhaenyra's opening, preparing to penetrate her. Then, with a final nod, he slowly slid inside her – feeling her warm inner walls squeezing his cock. They both sighed deeply with immense pleasure. Rhaenyra hugged her uncle tight, and they began fucking in long slow strokes, enjoying the sounds of their hips connecting. This was the first time they spent an intimate moment together. It made Daemon feel invisible. She was his, and now the only logical thing for him to do was to fulfill his niece's request by claiming her as his own. He continued to move his cock in and out of his niece's tight wet twat, bringing her quickly to her first incestuous climax.
"Ngh! Oooh~! Yes, that's it… Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…!" And with a long expulsion of air halfway between a moan and a gasp, Rhaenyra dug her fingers into Daemon's shoulders while she shook from pleasure. "Ooh, Daemon, your cock feels so good inside me…"
Not yet satisfied, Daemon waited for Rhaenyra to catch her breath before fucking her again. The Rogue Prince was beyond caring at this point. What people thought of him, what his brother thought of him, what his nephew thought of him, he wanted something for himself for once. Rhaenyra moaned in pleasure and instinctively moved her hips to meet his feverishly. His nose brushed against her momentarily, taking in her scent, feeling his niece's hands trailing down his back and to his hips, trying to pull him closer. Daemon soon found himself utterly captivated by the sight of Rhaenyra's breasts bouncing back and forth beneath as she begged Daemon to go faster and fuck her harder. He can hear the soft sound of his loins smacking against hers as he thrust deeper inside her.
Rhaenyra raked her uncle's lower back and shoulder, holding the back of Daemon's head as he plunged his cock in and out, in and out, in and out. By the gods, she could swear he was reaching her womb. Now she only moaned as he moved his hips and hammered her cunt, hearing him growl with each movement. Her eyes rolled back into her head from the pleasure, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him. She locked her ankles above his waist and used her legs to try and get him to go even deeper. Rhaenyra loved Daemon. She loved her uncle. She didn't want to let him go ever again. Not after everything they've been through these past ten years. She could feel her uncle swell and twitch, indicating he was nearing release. Feeling another orgasm approaching, Rhaenyra decided to egg him on. "Bet you were―Ngh! Fucking Laena, ah! You were… hah! Thinking of me…" she moaned. "Come on, then… Oooh! What are you waiting for? Ah! Ngh! Come on, cum inside me, uncle," she teased. "Do it. I dare you. Put a baby in me. Please, I, ah, I want your babies! Get me pregnant. Fill me up! AHHH!~"
Daemon moved his hips briskly, plunging and receding into her open cunt, fucking his niece madly, ready to fill her belly with a baby. His arms burned, and the sound of their joining came with each thrust. And with that, Daemon lost complete control and blasted rope after rope of hot potent spunk directly into Rhaenyra's womb just as she climaxed again, arching her back and digging her fingers into her uncle's chest. Finally, they collapsed, spent for now. After a moment, Rhaenyra looked down to where they were joined. Her cunt gripped her uncle's cock. Daemon slowly withdrew his cock from his niece as his seed leaked from her freshly fucked pussy.
Rhaenyra's face twisted with orgasmic bliss as exhaustion swept over her. But she knew they had to return to High Tide unnoticed, which would be a tough challenge considering security was high. Part of her felt guilty for what she did, but Rhaenyra knew there was no going back from what she and Daemon had done. So once they redressed themselves, they hobbled back to High Tide on shaky legs.
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Like the other dragons gathered on Driftmark, Vaelor slept on the sandy dunes. Off in the distance was High Tide; knowing entirely well his master was nearby, safe and sound, the Swiftrunner chose a particular location to sleep where it would be more suitable for a dragon of his size. Seasmoke, Gaemon, Maelyx, Corxes, Meleys, Caraxes, Vermithor, Silverwing, Dreamfyre, Moondancer, and Sunfyre all nested in their spots; Syrax, however, remained close to Vaelor. Like Vermithor and Silverwing, Vaelor and Syrax were often coiled about each other in the fields during peace. Snoring in the dead of night, the Targaryen dragons remained in slumber.
Vaelor was roused from his slumber by a sudden jolt, causing his eyes to flutter open. Sensing something amiss, he quickly lifted his head to survey his surroundings. His gaze soon landed on a young Aemond Targaryen, strolling leisurely on the dunes in the distance. Vaelor's crimson, slit-shaped eyes narrowed as he traced the prince's every step, trying to discern his intentions and destination. The sight made Vaelor feel uneasy, and he could not help but emit a low growl under his breath.
Chapter End
Author's Note: The stage is now set for the inevitable confrontation at Driftmark. How do you guys think the scenario will play out in comparison? More importantly, what will the royal family and each political faction, the Blacks and the Caltrops, react to what will happen? Let me know.
garrysprawson123: I have this question, will Aeonar gets pissed after Rhaenyra had sex with Daemon, they literally lost their lovers and now they have sex oh my god
―I'm actually working on that.
Moran: Did….Farrier accompanied Aeonar to the Hall of Nine because its safe/private enough to inform Aeonar and gave him the firefly pin? Otherwise, he'll have to wait until they return to King's Landing, which takes to time he cannot afford to waste. I mean, why else would Farrier accompanied Aeonar to Driftmark as he should be at the Red Keep managing the spy network while Aeonar is away.
The last time Vaelor felt unease, the was an attempt on his master"s life. If he's smart enough, Vaelor would block Aemond's path, roar to the sky to either scare him off or call/warn Aeonar.
SupremeWarwick14: I really hope that Aeonar went in private to say his condolences to Corlys and Rhaenys, and I'm glad he did. Likewise, I liked how they mention the topic of Rhaenyra's children not being Velaryon. In the matter of legacy, it is notable that while neither Rhaenyra and Aegon II were remembered fondly, Viserys I wasn't hated. In the books, he was seen as a continuation of Jaehaerys' peaceful age, and in the show, he was seen as a peaceful king. However, in this AU, Viserys's reign wasn't peaceful. It was marked by a war with the remnants of the Triarchy due to Aeonar's actions and the shadow conflict between the Blacks and the Caltrops. However, despite this, I am not sure that Aeonar hates his father so much to not give him the epithet "The Peaceful' and in this case, the war in entirely on the Peakes.
It is disrespectful. Laena's hasn't even been buried for a day and Daemon has had fun with Rhaenyra. Don't they have an ounce of shame?
How I think Aemond's situation would go. There is quite a legal emptiness. Vhagar was supposed to go to Rhaena, or Laena's descendants, and while there was a contract, the contract was shady and it was not of public knowledge, and therefore the contract is invalid and ilegal, so Aemond by this reasoning did nothing wrong. You could also argue that Vhagar has a right to choose his rider and it was foolish to try to asign her a rider. However, you could also say that Aemond did steal Vhagar as the Crown knew about the contract. It depends of what you think. Now, Aeonar doesn't care about Aemond or his nephews apparently. So I think Aeonar could try take Lucerys' eye to make things even and show his family that they are not above his judgement. Aeonar will probably find out what really happened, and also, he would advise Viserys to not create that law about the Strong Boys.
In the future, I can see that Rhaenyra and Aeonar will have a fight. It could go as Rhaenyra saying "Aeonar, I have always been on your side", Aeonar replying "Are you? You have a strange way of showing it, as you've made things harder for me since Mother died. I have tried to protect our House, our family and all you have done is complicate things for me", Rhaenyra saying "How is that everything is about you? When Mom died, You left me for six months. You act like her death only affected you. How about me? I was alone grieving for our mother while you left King's Landing due to being mad with father. So I was and I couldn't do the same. Likewise, I was there when Alicent almost died despite our differences, and you didn't even say a sorry for Harwin's death". And it could go on and on. In general, it was about they aren't enough for each. Perhaps at the end Rhaenyra says "Mother would have hated what you grew into". So, it will be a huge fight.
Questions:
- Will Aeonar face Daemon for what happened?
―Yes
- Will Aeonar tell Rhaenyra that Daemon groomed her and try to open her eyes?
―In his own ways
- Do Alicent and Jaehaerys think that Aeonar did wrong by rejecting the marriage of Aemond and Aemma?
―Alicent understands the Targaryen tradition and customs, but is still not somewhat used to it yet. Jaehaerys is still puzzled, but eventually understands why.
- What do Rhaenys currently think of Aeonar? Does he see him as capable despite his cruelty?
―Estranged siblings can be quite unpleasant at times. Yes, Rhaenyra does see Aeonar as capable, but she's also aware of what he's capable of when pushed too far.
KingInTheNorth27: Great chap but damn wanted to see how you write the incident between Aemond and the other children. Also what is Rhenrya thinking I mean she knows she's in hot water from all the scandals she has done with Harwin strong and not having trueborn children, but to have an affair with Daemon shows that she has not grown at all. She continues making the same mistakes, and she expects her brother to help her. I would hope she would learn her lesson after her betrayal was revealed with Criston. Great chap can't wait to see the next chap and how the mc responds to Aemond stealing Vhagar.
So question:
how will Aeanor act once he learns about Rhenrya affair with Daemon. Also if Rhenrya tries to marry Daemon after leanor "death" what will be his response.
―He is not going to be pleased, neither will Viserys. I think I recall something being mentioned in the book that they did do it without Viserys's knowledge and was also a huge scandal at the time since neither spouse had been dead for more than six months. So no, Aeonar is not going to be pleased at all.