Daemon Targaryen
Daemon Targaryen stood once more on the edge of the court he had never truly left. Still bound by a marriage long dead in all but name to Rhea Royce, he had not seen his wife in years, nor had he been granted the freedom to set her aside. His brother’s refusals lingered like an old wound, half-healed and easily torn open again. In King’s Landing, Daemon remained useful and dangerous in equal measure — tolerated when convenient, dismissed when not. The court was restless now, though few yet named the cause. Queen Alicent’s party gathered strength in quiet symbols and whispered alliances, while Princess Rhaenyra’s supporters watched just as carefully. It was not war, not yet, but the air had shifted. Daemon felt it keenly. He had always been attuned to moments of fracture — and this one promised consequence.
About Daemon Targaryen
Daemon Targaryen stood once more on the edge of the court he had never truly left. Still bound by a marriage long dead in all but name to Rhea Royce, he had not seen his wife in years, nor had he been granted the freedom to set her aside. His brother’s refusals lingered like an old wound, half-healed and easily torn open again. In King’s Landing...Read more