The solar at Casterly Rock was filled with a tense energy as Daemon stood at the head of the table. Ghost lay at his feet, his red eyes watchful, sensing the importance of the moment. The morning sun streamed through the high windows, casting long shadows across the stone floor and illuminating the faces of those gathered—Jaime, Tywin, Robb, Tyrion, and Arthur—all waiting for Daemon to speak.

Daemon took a deep breath, steadying himself. He had spent the previous night reading the letters from his parents and Elia Martell, their words still echoing in his mind. The weight of his lineage, the prophecy, and the future that lay before him pressed down on his shoulders, but he felt a newfound resolve strengthening within him. This was the moment he had been preparing for, the moment to step forward and embrace his destiny.

He met each of their gazes in turn, finding strength in the loyalty and support reflected back at him. Finally, his eyes settled on Tywin, whose stern expression softened slightly as he nodded for Daemon to begin.

"The time has come for us to make decisions that will shape the future of the realm," Daemon began, his voice steady and filled with purpose. "I am Daemon Targaryen, the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. The blood of fire and ice flows through my veins, and I stand before you not just as a Lannister, but as the rightful heir to the Iron Throne."

There was a brief, charged silence as the words hung in the air, the gravity of Daemon's declaration settling over them.

Tywin was the first to speak, his voice firm and resolute. "The realm needs stability, and it needs a leader who can unite the great houses and guide us through the darkness that threatens to engulf us all. We have seen what pride and stubbornness can do—what happens when a man refuses to see the truth and act accordingly. I will not make that mistake."

He paused, his sharp gaze locking onto Daemon's. Without another word, Tywin drew his sword from its sheath and stepped forward. Jaime followed suit, unsheathing his own sword, the sound of metal ringing through the room.

Both men then knelt before Daemon, the weight of their actions resonating deeply within him. Tywin looked up, his eyes filled with the steely determination that had defined his life.

"I, Tywin of House Lannister," Tywin began, his voice steady and solemn, "do hereby swear my allegiance to you, Daemon Targaryen, rightful heir to the Iron Throne. I pledge my sword, my house, and my life to your cause, to see you crowned as the true King of Westeros. Your Grace, you have my loyalty, now and forever."

Jaime, his gaze filled with a mixture of love and pride, echoed his father's vow. "And I, Jaime of House Lannister, swear on my honor as a knight and as your father, to stand by your side, to fight for you, and to defend your right to the throne. My sword is yours, my loyalty unwavering, until my last breath. Your Grace, I am yours to command."

Daemon felt a surge of emotion at their words, a profound sense of belonging and purpose that filled every corner of his being. The support of these two men, who had been both his mentors and protectors, meant more than he could ever express.

Taking a deep breath, Daemon drew his own sword and held it out before him, the blade glinting in the morning light. His voice was strong, filled with the depth of his gratitude and the weight of his commitment.

"I, Daemon Targaryen, son of Rhaegar and Lyanna, do solemnly swear to honor the loyalty and the trust you have placed in me. I pledge to lead with wisdom, to fight with courage, and to rule with justice. As your King, I vow to protect the realm and all those who stand with me. We will face the darkness together, and we will rise together, stronger than before."

Tywin and Jaime looked up at him, their expressions filled with pride and determination. As they rose to their feet and sheathed their swords, the air in the room seemed to hum with the power of the vows that had just been exchanged. The bond between them had been solidified, and there was no turning back.

Arthur, who had been standing slightly apart from the others, now stepped forward. His presence was a silent reminder of the legacy of the Kingsguard, and as Daemon turned to him, there was a moment of shared understanding between them.

"Arthur," Daemon addressed him, his tone filled with respect, "you have been a steadfast guardian of my family's legacy, and I can think of no one more worthy to serve as Lord Commander of my Kingsguard. Your loyalty has been unwavering, and it is an honor to have you by my side."

Arthur knelt before Daemon, drawing his sword in a fluid, practiced motion. The room fell silent, the air thick with the weight of this momentous occasion.

"I swear my sword and my life to your service, Your Grace," Arthur said, his voice firm and resolute. "As Lord Commander of your Kingsguard, I will protect you with every breath I take, until my last. My loyalty is yours, now and forever."

Daemon placed his hand on Arthur's shoulder, a gesture that conveyed both respect and deep trust. "Rise, Lord Commander. Your place is at my side, as it always has been."

As Arthur stood, a sense of completion settled over the room. The Kingsguard was once again whole, and Daemon's position as the rightful ruler of Westeros was further solidified with Arthur's unwavering support.

Robb, who had been silent until now, stepped forward, his voice strong and clear. "The Starks of Winterfell stand with you as well, Your Grace. We are bound by blood, by honor, and by the love our parents had for one another. The North will rise to support your claim, and I will be by your side as we face whatever challenges come our way."

Tyrion, ever the strategist, added his voice to the chorus of support. "The realm is in chaos, and it needs a ruler who can restore balance and peace. Your claim is the strongest, and with the right allies, you can unite the Seven Kingdoms. I will help you navigate the treacherous waters of politics and power, Your Grace. Together, we will ensure that you take the throne."

Daemon looked around the room, at the faces of those who had declared their support for him. A sense of purpose and clarity filled him, pushing aside the doubts and fears that had plagued him for so long. The path ahead was fraught with danger, but with his family by his side, he knew he could face whatever challenges awaited him.

"There is much to do," Daemon said, his voice filled with determination. "We must prepare for the battles to come, both here in the South and in the North. The Iron Throne is my birthright, but it will not be handed to me—I must take it, and I will need all of your strength and wisdom to do so."

Tywin nodded, already planning the next steps in his mind. "We will begin preparations immediately. Our enemies will not sit idle, and neither can we. The Lannisters have resources, influence, and power—we will use them all to secure your claim, Your Grace."

Jaime squeezed Daemon's shoulder once more before stepping back, a proud smile on his face. "We will make the necessary alliances, gather our forces, and when the time is right, we will strike. You were born to rule, Your Grace, and we will see that destiny fulfilled."

Daemon took a deep breath, the magnitude of what lay ahead settling over him. He had the support of his family, the strength of House Lannister, and the loyalty of the North. But there was still much to do, and the journey ahead would be long and perilous.

"One more thing," Daemon said, his voice quieter now, filled with a personal urgency. "I need Elia Martell by my side. She has been a part of my life from the beginning, and I need her guidance now more than ever. Send word to Sunspear—I want her here as soon as possible."

Tywin nodded. "It will be done, Your Grace."

As they began to discuss the logistics of their plans, Daemon felt the strange, mystical forces of the old gods and dragon magic stirring within him once again, offering glimpses of what was to come. He knew the path ahead would be difficult, that the battles would test him in ways he could not yet imagine. But with his family by his side, and with the love and guidance of those who had come before him, Daemon Targaryen felt ready to embrace his destiny.

The realm was waiting, the Iron Throne was calling, and Daemon was prepared to answer.

Daemon took a deep breath, centering himself. "Before we focus solely on the South, there's another matter we need to discuss—a matter that I believe is even more urgent."

Tywin's sharp eyes narrowed. "What is it, Your Grace?"

Daemon met his gaze steadily. "I have been having visions, dreams that show me the North—beyond the Wall. Shadows in the snow, a cold that threatens to consume everything. I cannot ignore these visions; they are calling me north. I need to see what lies beyond the Wall, but first, I must go to Winterfell and speak with my uncle, Eddard Stark."

Robb nodded, his expression serious. "Winterfell will welcome you, Your Grace. My father has always stood for what is right, and he will stand with you now. The North is strong, and if the visions are true, we will need every man ready to face what lies beyond the Wall."

Jaime looked concerned but resolved. "The journey north will be difficult, especially with the state of the realm. But if you believe this is necessary, then we will prepare for it."

Tywin's gaze was calculating as he spoke. "The North has always been a land of mystery and danger, but if the threats beyond the Wall are as real as your visions suggest, then this is a journey we cannot delay. We will need to plan carefully, ensuring your safety and the security of our position here."

Tyrion, always the strategist, leaned forward. "The logistics will be challenging, but not impossible. We'll need to gather supplies, secure loyal men for the journey, and ensure that communication with the South remains open. We can't afford to be cut off, especially if we're dealing with threats on two fronts."

Daemon nodded, feeling the weight of the responsibility on his shoulders. "We'll gather what we need and leave as soon as possible. Winterfell will be our first stop, but the true destination is beyond the Wall. Whatever is out there, it must be confronted—and I must be the one to do it."

The room was silent for a moment, the gravity of Daemon's words sinking in. They all understood the risks, the dangers that lay ahead, but they also knew that this was something that had to be done.

Tywin finally spoke, his voice filled with resolve. "Then we will begin preparations immediately. The Lannisters will stand by you, Your Grace, in this endeavor, just as we will stand by you in the South."

Jaime nodded in agreement. "We will be ready, Your Grace. Whatever awaits us in the North, we will face it together."

Daemon looked around at the faces of those who had pledged their loyalty to him, feeling a deep sense of gratitude and determination. The journey ahead would be perilous, but he would not face it alone. With his family and his allies by his side, he would meet whatever challenges lay ahead—both in the South and in the farthest reaches of the North.

"Thank you," Daemon said, his voice filled with emotion. "I am grateful for your support, for your loyalty. Together, we will face whatever comes. And together, we will prevail."

As the meeting came to a close, they all knew that this was just the beginning. The true test lay ahead, in the frozen lands beyond the Wall, where ancient forces waited in the darkness. But Daemon Targaryen was ready, and with the strength of his allies, he would face the future unafraid.

With that, they set to work, each man preparing for the journey north, knowing that their actions in the coming days would shape the fate of the realm.