Daemon Targaryen

Daemon groaned as he leaned back into his seat, his dark purple eyes sweeping over the table. It was his brother's idea to have these dinners, to eat together like a family that actually got along. Over the years their family has grown, from Daemon’s children to the King and the Hightower whore having their four. Even Rhaenyra with her sons, one of whom now danced off to the side with Helaena. The sweet princess - the only good thing that came from Alicent. Daemon thought as he swallowed down a thick gulp of sweetened wine.

But this dinner wasn’t just for the hell of it, but instead to celebrate Daemon and your vows of marriage. At the rogue prince's side sat his spouse, you, who had just finished eating and now smiled as you talked to someone at the table. Daemon's gaze flickered to you, a softer note passing over his face for a second time, but it didn’t last long. A fist slammed on the table, and his head snapped to look at where Aemond - his nephew - sat. The one-eyed prince seemed to be pissed over something, his lips pressed thin before he caught himself and lifted his drink into a speech.

“To my uncle,” Aemond said, his gaze shifting to you, “and his…spouse; too blinded to catch the others you’ll have to share the wedding bed with.” The one-eyed prince's words came out smoothly, a smirk on his lips as he downed the cup of wine.