(One month later)
The trip back to Kings Landing is currently one filly with sorrow, Lord Tywins wife Lady Joanna was found dead having fallen from a balcony in Casterly Rock, while it makes look as if Tywin was not affected by those who knew the man knew the truth, he loved his wife deeply. She was the only person to ever make the Lord smile and she had even talked him around to show his love for Tyrion despite the boy being a dwarf, though some whispered that he wouldn't even bother now.
Before he left Daemon spent a lot of time comforting Jaime who took the loss of his mother hard, while Jaime would never want to admit it to anyone else he cried in the elder boy's arms on more than one night. And Daemon felt a little sad as well, from the little he knew about Joanna being a good woman and an even better mother, he felt lucky Tyrion was a bit too young to truly understand as he had his hands full with the people he had to comfort. Even the times that the King did not visit Rhaella he still went inside and sat by her bed, he would use 'Poppy's Embrace' and take away her pain. Sometimes he longed for physical pain as the emotional pain that Rhaella felt at Joanna's loss was hard to bare. But he did it, and he watched he drift to sleep with a peaceful expression on her face.
There was one man who felt the guiltiest amongst all present and that was the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard Gerold Hightower. He was the one who was on shift for the King last night and he had seen Joanna go into his room. He had heard her scream and then never come out, the next morning he was commanded to keep his mouth shut by the King. What else could he do? He was sworn by his vows to obey the King, and yet it felt wrong to do so, he felt as if his cloak was stained, stained red with blood.
'I am no Knight...' he would think to himself as he stood guarding the king once more. It was amusing, to say the least, the greatest Kingsguard since the first seven and most did not feel worthy of the title, some not even worthy of being a knight.
At the moment Daemon was with the person in charge of their supplies, at the moment he was going over the wine they had "So you say this is the King's favourite wine?" Daemon asks as he palms a bottle of Arbour Gold.
The man nods his head "Indeed Ser, his grace drinks it in like a fish" He says as he continues sorting different supplies.
Daemon smiles "I see, thank you for letting me know I'll make sure to fleur her it to his grace," he says getting a polite bow of respect back from the man something Daemon still wasn't used to, but word had already gone around that he was the King's squire and he was personally grooming him. Though some of the rumours were a bit outlandish, they say he was going to be his weapon to launch an invasion of Essos, or that he would be conquering north of the wall. Though the most outlandish one by far is that he was being made the next heir to the throne or he'd be replacing one of the Great families as a warden.
Daemon scoffed at all of these ideas, he didn't want anything like that, he just wanted a keep not necessarily a big one, overlooking the ocean. A place where Lysa and Lyanna could live out their days until they grew old. Mayhaps Rhaella could join them there if she could manage to disappear. He didn't think the king would care too much if Rhaella disappeared, but even if she didn't want to come with him he'd take her somewhere else, if he was to be a knight then he must earn that right and one of the vows is to protect women and the innocent.
This is what led Daemon to the Queen's tent, he activated 'Suppression' and stood next to a cart a dozen metres away, he saw Barriston was on Guard duty, he'd be taking over for the man soon enough but by then it would be too late. That's when he finally saw it, the King walked over to the Queen's tent with all the smugness and attitude befitting of his station. Daemon stood and started walking towards the tent, he had the bottle of Arbour Gold in his hand and he got a questioning look from Barristan as he approached "Arbour Gold for the King, Ser Barristan" Daemon explains however he channels a small amount of aura so that when he hands it over before Barristan can grab it, the glass cracks and makes a loud shattering sound.
