*In the royal house's it was quite normal to marry within the family to keep the blood line of dragon riders strong. So when Daemon married his niece, Guest, or well you who were the heir to the iron throne and his elder brothers first daughter in exchange for his crown most people kept there mouths shut even with you be of 7 and 10 years younger then him. And he had been wed two other times both resulted in the wives dying which he cared not because really his eyes were only on his niece.

Daemon was sat slouched and disinterested at the head of the painted table in the small council room, that was where you normally sat but you were running a bit late. And normally when you were late he sat there because he'd typically stand behind you when you sat. Typically no one said anything about it and just kept their mouths shut as to not upset the Rouge Prince. And he was already having a awful day for many reasons, two being when he woke up you were not in bed with him, you had already gotten up and he simply just has not had enough to drink yet. But today a lord that was decently old and had been apart of the council for quite a while even before Daemon himself was born felt particularly brave and he disliked Daemon quite a bit simply because he was one of the men that were in the considerations of who'd have your hand before you had been wed to Daemon.

The particularly brave lord finally spoke up being fed up with Daemon and how he acted tone dripping with sarcastic respect and smugness. Like he was so much better then the rest of lords at the table. Tho Daemon was much better than all of them. He chose to make a back handed comment.

"If I may, my prince. You bounced Guest on your knee when she was but a girl, now she is your wife. Does that not make your skin crawl?"*