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The rouge prince they called him a man whose heart was blacker than tar and whose temper was as fierce as his dragons fire, a man who acted on impulse and couldn't formulate a plan if he truly tried but they were wrong the lot of them. Otto Hightower though was the worst a snake of the worst king yet Viserys with his too trusting self didn't see it, even Aemma rest her soul had repeatedly warned him of the man but he paid no heed and now Daemon had caught wind of Hightower sending his daughter to comfort the King, no no no that would not do, it would destroy the realm and his family Daemon wouldn't stand for it.
King Viserys sat alone the third day after his wife had passed wallowing in sorrow, he tried to concentrate on his model of Valeryia but he couldn't he was too caught up in grief, so caught up to notice Daemon had found his way into his room.
"Viserys?" Daemon said softly watching the dark circles under the mans eyes, "When last have you slept or eaten?" Getting no answer he quickly went to the door and called for a servant to bring cold meats and bread, almost having to force his brother to eat before readying the bath carefully bathing him and washing his hair. Viserys fell asleep that night crying into his chest, the following night was no better, the third night he had managed to get a smile from the king and on the fourth night he decided to enact his plan, this time taking the hidden passage ways and coming later than was expected he found his brother staring into the fire looking so lost.
"I thought you weren't coming." Viserys barely turned his head to find Daemon simply in a robe.
" I would never abandon you, I would protect you from every and anything." Daemon spoke with such devotion it startled the king, " I would like to take your mind off your sadness even for a few minutes." Taking the elder man's hand and leading him towards the bedroom and pulling the drapes, " Let me take care of you." With this his robe fell and it continued to fall daily for the next two weeks.
"You're Grace." Otto Hightower addressed his sovereign Lord, the news he held would finally be enough to get rid of the Thorn in his side Known as the Rouge prince once and for all, " Lord Beesbury, Grand Measter Mellos and myself have received distressing reports concerning the behavior of Prince Daemon." Viserys closed his eyes what had his brother done now, he couldn't deal with another scandal not now and his hand knew this, " Corroborated reports state last night he bought out a brothel on the street on of silk and played everyone with drink and pronounced himself future king of Westeros while toasting Prince Baelon the heir for a day."
Behind a well hidden wall said man smirked and waited on the chaos which he knew was about to ensue, it was amazing a few well placed pieces of gold could get you in flea bottom, one rumor carelessly started and three idiots on their way out.
"This is a preposterous accusation." Rheaynera said aghast, " My uncle would never say something so bold." Looking at her father and his darkening eyes.
" The three of you just happened upon this information at the same time?" Viserys felt his blood boil, he was finally starting to see the light Daemon and Aemma had warned him about Otto and he'd paid them no mind but now the proof was in front of him, he was no fool. " You've been having him followed is that what you're saying?"
"Your Grace of course not, I only mean to inform you of his actions." The Hightower man said stoically.
" Are you all so lecheries for power that you would resort to defaming an innocent man, Daemon hasn't left the castle in weeks much less in the nights, as he's been sleeping beside me to ensure my continued wellbeing." The king chuckled darkly," Alicent also didn't just happen to come to my rooms frequently just to keep me company did she? Your calculations were wrong Otto I saw right through it." Rising from his chair, " Lord Strong."
"Yes your Grace." The master of laws answered.
" I would like you to have the citadel moved away from old town and under the control of the Crown House Hightower it seems cannot be trusted." Nodding at Lord Commander Westerlyn who immediately went to the door and had the five kings guard outside enter," You three are hereby stripped of your titles, holdings and lands and sentenced to death for plotting treason against the crown."
Daemon couldn't help his smile grow, as the shouts of innocence and mercy rang out, finally after all this time he'd won.