Daemon: He Could Keep His Mouth Shut Forever.

"What's wrong with that?"

Daemon walked out slowly and asked as if it were only natural.

He was the king's uncle, the former king's younger brother, and the son of Brave Baelor.

Wasn't he more than qualified to serve as Hand of the King?

"Is that what you really think?"

Corlys grinned and mocked him. "That certainly suits your impractical nature."

"Mm-hmm~" Daemon hummed, unbothered.

So what if they mocked him? He'd heard it all before.

His devil-may-care nature meant no one could hurt him in the slightest.

"Uncle, you should be content to stay in the background."

One-Eye's gaze was cold. He didn't take Daemon seriously at all.

Daemon had failed to become Hand of the King to his own father, and had once stormed out of King's Landing in a fit of anger.

Now he wanted to be Hand of the King to his brother? What business did some old-timer have meddling?

At that, Daemon smiled without replying, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

He didn't take his one-eyed nephew's threat seriously at all.

It was just a child throwing a fit because he wanted candy.

"Brother!"

Aemond turned to face Rhaegar, his voice weighty. "Make me Hand of the King, and you'll have nothing to worry about."

His confidence was plain to see.

Rhaegar drew a deep breath and said helplessly, "How will you make sure I have nothing to worry about?"

Talk was cheap. The boy was more than a little prone to sweet-talking and deception.

Aemond had come prepared, laying out what he could offer. "Stonewatch guards against Dorne. Qohor has the cheapest lace and spices. I can also fight on your behalf."

He spoke with such confidence that he resembled a peacock showing off its feathers.

Rhaegar nodded slightly, not denying it.