𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 | 𝘋𝘢𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘖𝘊

𝐈𝐈𝐈 | 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐄

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Daemon Targaryen walked through the corridors of the red keep in unpleasant silence. 

The very place he used to call home, the place he used to relish in happiness, was now a place filled with dread. 

Maybe that was his fault, nevertheless the Rogue Prince felt betrayed. 

But a few days earlier Viserys had sent word to depart for kings landing once again. 

Daemon was quite familiar with this bequest, and he knew of what news would follow; Viserys would banish him back to his bronze bitch. 

This very thought caused his hands to ball into fists as he continued his way towards the small council's chambers, deep in thought. 

He had always loved his brother there was no denying it, though Daemon always feared this love wasn't reciprocated. 

Viserys had done nothing but send him away, to the vale, or to deal with distant lands away. 

All he wanted was to stand at his brothers side as Viserys had once promised him so, however promises can be broken and daemon knew this well.