[ The trouble with his brother is that he seldom knew when to relent on his own futile dream of a reign that rivals their grandsire's. Viserys is, perhaps, the most stubborn out of them all. While he may be slow to let things fester, he is swift in his rashness that makes Daemon's rebellions look trivial.
Rhaenyra was far from his perfect heir — a little lacking something to be a son with Aemma's eyes. All that mattered at the time was that she was a better option than Daemon, arguably still the only person who could have had his brother's best interests in mind. If he had been allowed. He still does, even now. After everything had forced him running across the Narrow Sea gasping for air. He wonders what Viserys would think of news that his daughter would never return home. He thinks of the wedge it would drive deeper between them.
He thinks and thinks and thinks and a twist of his foot he breaks their little dance and steps away.]
Do you think he'd just let you go?
[ Not so equally exasperated, but it is there. All that thinking through, had she thought so little of herself to not think of that?
Laena's laughter flirting over their heads is grounding in an odd sort of way, pulling him out of the vortex often felt when the two of them begin to spiral in each other's presence. Sooner to escape instead of let them collapse into each other in some messy public affair.
Daemon lands back to the abandoned table and their shitty ale and wine. His head down as he fixes himself a fresh cup. Fully aware she may well be haunting him over his shoulder but too stubborn to acknowledge it.]
i survived 🙌
Rhaenyra was far from his perfect heir — a little lacking something to be a son with Aemma's eyes. All that mattered at the time was that she was a better option than Daemon, arguably still the only person who could have had his brother's best interests in mind. If he had been allowed. He still does, even now. After everything had forced him running across the Narrow Sea gasping for air. He wonders what Viserys would think of news that his daughter would never return home. He thinks of the wedge it would drive deeper between them.
He thinks and thinks and thinks and a twist of his foot he breaks their little dance and steps away.]
Do you think he'd just let you go?
[ Not so equally exasperated, but it is there. All that thinking through, had she thought so little of herself to not think of that?
Laena's laughter flirting over their heads is grounding in an odd sort of way, pulling him out of the vortex often felt when the two of them begin to spiral in each other's presence. Sooner to escape instead of let them collapse into each other in some messy public affair.
Daemon lands back to the abandoned table and their shitty ale and wine. His head down as he fixes himself a fresh cup. Fully aware she may well be haunting him over his shoulder but too stubborn to acknowledge it.]