"And why would I care about her? About any of them? They're dragging the Velaryon name into dirt! None of that whore's children are of Velaryon blood and only because everyone is turning a blind eye to this, it doesn't mean it isn't true. That boy shall never be seated at Driftmark nor High Tide for as long as I am alive."

Vaemond protested at the Queen, she kept her promise and found a way to keep it only in the family.
Before Alicent Hightower, Vaemond Velaryon with none other of his house on his side, trying to prove that he was the one who had claim to the throne and not Rhaenyra's children.
Alicent stood at the end of the table, Vaemond on one side and on the other, Rhaenyra, Daemon and Princess Visenya, as she was the oldest, she had the right to take part at this meeting.

"Sir Vaemond, for these allegations, you could be sent to the wall!
It is only you that don't wanna see it, the kids have grown all their life with Laenor, he is their father whether you like it or not."
Alicent

"Their marriage perhaps wasn't even consumated, how are you gonna look me in the eye and tell me that I don't recognize my own blood?" He stopped for a moment glancing at the floor, his hand slowly reaching for his blade.
"Her children are bastards! And she…is a whore!" He shouted, releasing his blade.

"That's enough!" The Princess took out her Valyrian blade which kind of resembles Dark Sister, gifted by her father on her ten and six name day.

"And what are you going to do with that, young lady? Do you even know how to use it?" Vaemond grinned in amusement mocking the princess.

"I am my father's daughter, Sir Vaemond, don't underestimate me or my skills."
The Princess jumped up on the table grabbing Vaemond by the collar of his clothing and pressing her blade against his neck.

Daemon stood silent with no facial expression that might lead to the fact that he was enjoying the scene that was taking place before his eyes, he would have done the same, if only his daughter would do it quicker, he was sick of Vaemond's rambling.

Rhaenyra glanced at Alicent not knowing what was to be done in this situation, she knew that her step-daughter had been trained personally by Daemon while her other kids by knights, she might have a chance but was she as strong as Sir Vaemond?
She feared for the Princess's life but how Daemon did not step in, she couldn't either.

Alicent was only worried, how did things escalate this quickly to this, why couldn't she find a solution that might prevent this scene?
There was no need for violence but it seems that both sides were starving for it, only waiting for the right moment to jump in and slaughter their prey.
She once again felt like a sheep between dragons, just like the day of Laena's funeral, she was unable to do anything but observe how barbaric scenes take place before her eyes.

"Do it." Daemon whispered to her when the room was enveloped in silence.
A silence none of them could bear anymore, someone had to snap everyone out of it.

The princess slit his throat with one hand move, his blood started running down her sleeve, covering her hands entirely in the crimson red, the same color as her lips. She had let go of his collar after backing off to her seat, making him fall off his chair onto the cold ground made of stone.

"I think he's dead…What is going to happen now? Do we get rid of the body?" Alicent whispered with a concerned look on her face glancing at the other three trying to avoid looking at Vaemond's body.

"You think?" Daemon scoffed at her, narrowing his eyes.

Alicent was about to get up from her seat and call Sir Criston in order to get rid of the body but suddenly stopped glancing one more time at the corpse, those dead eyes staring back at her since that's how he had fallen.
"Are you sure he's dead? Maybe we can still call the maesters and do something about it, we can still save him."

"What, you wanna tickle him and see if he laughs? Come on, isn't it already obvious that he is no longer alive?"
Daemon was the first one, once again to also get up, he grabbed Vaemond's corpse from the bloodbath he was laying in, by the hair and dragged him before the fireplace.
No one had anything to say, they just let him throw the body into the burning fire like it was a sack of potatoes, meaningless.

In the same room, they would dine later that night, of course the blood had been cleaned up and the remains of Sir Vaemond had been turned to dust. No one would ever think that in the place where they are now dining, a slayer had taken place, only Alicent, Daemon and Rhaenyra who were to take it to their grave.

"I'm glad to see us all together after so many years, united, like a family." Viserys spoke.

"Father, we have wonderful news. Daemon and I along with her grace decided to betroth Visenya and Aemond together, after the wedding ceremony, we'll take our leave and she'll remain here in King's Landing."

Aegon had thrown a confused look at Visenya who was sitting just across the table from him, while the princess was seated between his younger brother and his mother.

"Ahem…" Aegon faked a cough to draw everyone's attention.
He lifted up his cup not taking his eyes off the princess until he had finished his sentence.
"A toast! For my dear brother and my sweet niece. Soon they will be wed, let's raise our cups for them.
It's hilarious how she went for the one who stole her claim to Vhagar by name. But here I am still, she could at least have chosen me, the one who possesses the conqueror's name, if she wanted to follow the tradition…she could at least go till the end with it.

"Aegon, stop this madness! What are you trying to say?" Alicent whispered to her son.

Aemond, only death glared at his brother. Of course didn't wish for his future wife's honor to be tarnished by Aegon but he wasn't still very familiar with her, so he simply let it pass, meaningless words that would matter no more after he would have taken Visenya to be his lady-wife.

Aegon scoffed at his mother's reaction and had returned back to his seat.

"Thank you, uncle." Visenya whispered masking a fake smile, she felt pressured knowing all the eyes in the room were on her, she didn't desire any of this for lord's sake, she only wanted to remain in King's Landing and this is how she ended up, betrothed to someone she doesn't even have feelings for.
She slightly turns her head to her left glancing at Alicent who seems focused on the King.

"I would like to make a toast as well." The princess started in a soft gentle voice after finding her courage.
She stood up before she raised her cup and looked down upon Alicent.
"Let's raise our cups for her grace, the Queen. I've been here for only one day yet she has proven to me that she's a person in whom I can put my trust.
And for that, I'm deeply grateful to her, she has my respect, support and love."

"Thank you, my princess. You have been very kind to me today and I'm glad that you decided to join my family."
Alicent warmly smiled and squeezed her lower back.

Daemon couldn't help himself but laugh at the pathetic scene that was taking place before his eyes.
He raised his cup without bothering to get up.
"For my two dear nephews who behave like two cunts…each one more mindless than the other, I won't call names of course but you understood my idea.
I don't hope for any of you to take care of my daughter because neither of you I trust.
So my Queen, he glanced at Alicent. Look after her in my absence."

Visenya hated her father more than anything, the fact that she was used even now by him to achieve his interests. Why did he have to make her mother bear another child? Weren't they enough? That child had brought her to meet the stranger and take her away forever.
Daemon knew war was coming with the king's death, he was well aware that Otto had controlled Alicent her entire life from the moment of her mother's death, and Alicent did the same thing to Aegon.
Despite the fact that he was banished for long periods of time, in war or leaving by himself, he was well aware also of the fact that Alicent was preparing Aegon how to rule, for the time that was to come.
He was no better than Alicent, putting child against child, but he wanted to think of himself higher than her, he was a dragon, one that would burn the world to the ground only to not see one of another blood other than Targaryen on the Iron Throne.
The Greens wanted to usurp his wife's throne and for as long as he was alive and breathing, he wouldn't let that happen, despite the risks that were to be taken.
He was ready to risk his first born's life sending her right in the nest of vipers. What he didn't expect was that his daughter would let the matriarch of those vipers get under her skin, to twist her mind and make her be head over heels at the sight of her, melt at her touch, unintentional but irremediable to return on the dragon's side.