The Heirs of the Dragon

Otto Hightower: No one here can know what Daemon would do were he king, but no one can doubt his ambition. Look at what he did with the gold cloaks. The City Watch is fiercely loyal to him. An army two thousand strong.

King Viserys Targaryen: An army you gave him, Otto. I named Daemon Master of Laws, but you said he was a tyrant. As Master of Coin, you said he was a spendthrift that would beggar the realm. Putting Daemon in command of the City Watch was your solution!

Otto Hightower: A half-measure, Your Grace. The truth is, Daemon should be far away from this court.

King Viserys Targaryen: Daemon is my brother. My blood. And he will have his place at my court.

Grand Maester Mellos: Let him keep his place at court, Your Grace, but if the gods should visit some further tragedy on you, either by design or accident...

King Viserys Targaryen: Design? What are you saying? My brother would murder me, take my crown? Are you? Please. Daemon has ambition, yes, but not for the throne. He lacks the patience for it.

Otto Hightower: The gods have yet to make a man who lacks the patience for absolute power, Your Grace.