"I, Daemon Blackfyre, First of my Name, proclaim myself to be the Rightful King as the eldest true son of King Aegon IV. My haft-brother Daeron Falseborn is a bastard, unworthy of the crown."
There was no final insult, no great wrong, that lead Daemon Blackfyre to turn against King Daeron. If it was truly all for the love of Daenerys, how is it that eight years passed before the rebellion bloomed? In truth, the seeds of rebellion found fertile ground because of Aegon the Unworthy. Aegon hated the Dornish and warred against them, and those lords who desired a return to those days-despite all the associated misrule-would never be happy with this peaceful king. Many famed warriors who looked with dismay on the peace in the realm and the Dornish in the king's court began to seek Daemon out.
The Rightful King of Westeros
It was done and there was no turning back. The ravens were sent and Daeron Flaseborn, as the rebels had began calling him, had no doubt heard of their actions. King Daemon called forward his most trusted and loyal supporters to a council at Harrenhal to discuss the future conflict. They had the high ground for now but that would quickly change, they had to prepare and they had to do it fast. Alliances would determine the fate of their cause.
"My Lords." Daemon addressed the room,
"I would first like to express my gratitude to you all for your support."
"To the King!" Lord Lothston raised a glass.
"Long may he reign!" Quentyn Ball cheered, quickly followed by shouts of approval from the others present.
Daemon raised a hand to halt the merriment.
"To you my lords, for a king is nothing without his people." He paused a moment,
"Now, let us discuss the coming war."
"House Tully has risen against us." Quentyn spoke the obvious
"They are no match for the true dragon." Lord Lothston jumped up from his seat, spilling his wine in the process,
"If they wont bend we shall show no mercy!"
"Lord Tully is not to be underestimated Loathston." Daemon gave him a stare that made him quickly return to being seated.
"The Riverlands is forfeit. It'll be divided up and shared among those loyal to our cause, as for the Tullys, they will be shown mercy if there is room for it. I am not a tyrant so mighty that i cannot afford to show mercy where it is due."
Lord Lothston was drunk but sober enough to know he'd been shamed, so he drank in silence while the King continued.
"Anything else of note?"
"A raven from-" Quentyn hesitated,
"From a friend. Nothing that we need discuss so... publicly, my king."
"As you say." Daemon knew the raven Quentyn spoke of all too well.
"If there is nothing else we'll continue this another time my lords, i must speak with Lord Quentyn alone."
In the Game of Thrones wars can be won by quill and ink as easily as with sword and shield. King Daemon understands the importance of his alliances during this conflict for he cannot hope to stand alone against the Falseborn. Many have flocked to his banner already however and hope is high. Daemon dose not wish bloodshed but will spill far more than his share if given no other choice. Death to the Falseborn!