Aegon the Dragon's ancestors escaped the Doom of Valyria and the chaos and slaughter that followed to settle on Dragonstone, a rocky island in the narrow sea. It was from there that Aegon and his sisters sailed to conquer the Seven Kingdoms.
A Game of Thrones
Dragonstone
Aegon Targaryen stood on the balcony of his castle, a goblet of wine in his hand as he stared out into the vast open sea. The waves crashed onto the sharp rocks below him, sending mists of water flying into his face. Aegon liked that, the cool water on his face felt refreshing. The sun was barely visible over the horizon, although streaks of light could still be seen on the blue black sky. It was getting late.
A young man of twenty, Aegon had deep violet eyes and short silver blonde hair signature to the House Targaryen. He was tall, powerfully built, and charismatic in nature. A great warrior, he commanded the respect and loyalty of all who served him. He is the dragon, the great leader of House Targaryen and Dragonstone.
"Sweet brother," a girl called out from the room behind him. Aegon turned around and smiled, his sister Rhaenys was standing by the bed.
Rhaenys was two years younger than Aegon and the youngest of the three. As a teenager growing up, Aegon always liked Rhaenys. His older sister Visenya was too serious and lacked a good sense of humor. Although Visenya treated them both with courtesy and respect, she showed a darker nature if she feels insulted or angry.
Rhaenys on the other hand was carefree, joyful, and mischievous. While Visenya was too busy with what she called "affairs of state", Aegon and Rhaenys would always be playing with each other. But still, both of his sisters were fine warriors and he was pleased he could wed them both. It has always been the Targaryen tradition to marry brother to sister, so the bloodline can be kept pure. Aegon just took the opportunity to marry both his sisters, as opposed to just one. A dragon always needed to make sure there would be enough offspring.
Aegon walked into the bedchamber through an open window-door and closed it tightly behind him. Setting down his goblet on a small table, he unfastened his fur robes and threw it onto a nearby chair. He smiled as he approached his sister and lifted her chin so he could stare into her eyes. The two locked gazes for a moment before they embraced and kissed. As they kissed, Aegon's hands made their way to Rhaenys's shoulders and found the straps to his sister's dress. He grabbed them and slowly moved them down her shoulders, causing the dress to fall to the ground. Aegon stepped back and admired her sister's body.
She was beautiful. Rhaenys had always been beautiful. Her long silver hair flowed loosely from her head. Slender and graceful, she was tall but not too tall and lean but not too lean. Aegon ran his hand down the beautiful curves of his sister's body, enjoying the feeling of her smooth, pale skin. His fingers brushed lightly over her firm breasts and tightened on a nipple. Rhaenys giggled. She moved her hands around Aegon's waste and pushed him onto the bed, then climbed on top of him.
"What have you been up too sweet brother?" she asked playfully as she stared into his violet eyes with her own.
"Nothing a little girl should be worrying about," Aegon replied with a mischievous grin. Even now they still liked to tease each other. Aegon grabbed her and flipped over, positioning himself on top of her. "Where is our dear older sister?"
"Probably sleeping with her dragon," Rhaenys giggled. Aegon, Visenya, and Rhaenys each owned a dragon. The origins of the dragons were not known to either of them, their father just gave them the eggs on his deathbed five years ago. The dragons hatched that night and from that point on, the three siblings had been feeding and raising their dragons as if the dragons were part of their own flesh. One dragon for each of the three.
"Pity," Aegon said. "She's missing out on all the fun."
"She was never a fun person," Rhaenys agreed. "But you still never answered my question brother. What were you up to? Were you looking at the land beyond the sea again?"
Aegon sighed. "As a matter of fact I was. I was thinking dear sister, about us: the King and Queens of Westeros."
Rhaenys giggled again. "You're delusional my lord. Should I call Maester Harwin in?"
"This is no joke sweet sister," Aegon said. He was serious all the sudden. "I have been having these dreams. Dreams of us riding our great dragons west, the lords cowering in fear beneath our feet."
"They're dreams lord husband," Rhaenys sighed. "Our family has been here for centuries and I think we should just stay."
"Or maybe you're just afraid," Aegon chuckled.
Rhaenys frowned and slapped him lightly on the cheeks. "Afraid my lord?" she smiled at him. He smiled back.
Aegon's lips pressed tightly on hers as he moved his hand down between her legs. He broke off the kiss and his mouth and other hand traveled down to her nipples. Rhaenys closed her eyes and moaned. He got up suddenly and without warning thrust himself into his sister's flower. "I may be delusional little sister," he said with a grin. "But tonight, I know exactly what I'm going to do."
Aegon sighed happily as he slowly pumped in and out of her. She was enjoying this, he could tell.
Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, moaning. Her loose silver hair swung from side to side as her head moved up and down. Aegon was just beginning to enjoy himself when he was rudely interrupted by a servant bursting into the room.
The servant opened her mouth to speak but closed it when she realized what Aegon and Rhaenys were doing. Her face turned red as Aegon glowered at her. The Targaryen lord sighed and got up from the bed. "Well what is it?" he asked.
"My-my lord, Lady Visenya wants you in the main study at once," the servant girl said. "She has urgent matters she needs to discuss with you."
"Tell her I will be there in a moment," he nodded. The servant darted out the room and closed the door. Aegon turned back to a frowning Rhaenys. "What could she possibly want?"
"I don't know," she replied coldly. Aegon could tell she was not happy.
"Politics," Aegon sighed as he donned his fur robes. "How tiresome."
I'm trying my best to keep this as canon as possible since sources about this era are scarce so please bear with me. I've estimated the age of the four main characters in this story at this time:
Aegon - 20
Visenya - 21
Rhaenys - 18
Orys Baratheon - 19
