Aerion woke with pain in his side. An excruciating pain that did not stop. It pulsed and throbbed And would not go away. No matter how hard he gritted his blood soaked teeth or squeezed the bedding it wouldn't go away. Until someone had pour a vile of liquid down his throat that eased and gave him relief.
Milk of the poppy. He knew the taste as he was prone to injury because of his frail body. He opened his eyes and saw Lord Stark and Varys standing over him. Lord Stark had a look of worry on his face and Varys simply seemed disappointed. "Damn it boy! You should have just let the spear run me through, you were no longer my squire you owed me nothing!" Lord Stark said sadly.
Aerion looked up at the Lord and said. "I did Lord Stark. You game me hope in myself. I owe you more than you could ever think." Aerion couched and blood leaked out of his throat and onto the sheets. "Damn. How bad is it?"
"The spear pierced your organs and shards of the spear are still in you." Varys said. "It's a wonder your still alive."
"How long do I have left." Aerion asked with weakness in his voice.
"I'm sorry Aerion. You may only live through the night. The milk of the poppy is working but not for long." Varys said the look of disappointment on his face still had not left.
"Lord Stark could you leave us please." Aerion asked.
"Whatever you need Aerion." Lord Stark placed a hand on Aerion's shoulder and turned to Varys. "Please notify me if anything happens to the boy Varys." And Lord Stark left.
Varys looked at him with such disappointment at that moment and shook his head. "What were you thinking Aerion. Do you know how important your life is. You're the crown prince how could you be such a fool."
"I'm not the crown-" he sat up to quickly and winced in pain. "I'm not that crowned prince. Viserys still is."
Varys shook his head again. "Viserys is dead. Killed by your twin sister's new husband and now the King's bounty will surely get your sister killed as well." Varys sighed in defeat. "And so the great Targaryen dynasty will cease to exist."
Aerion couldn't believe he was so careless, so dumb, all the spider's lessons for nothing. Aerion swallowed the lump in his throat and fought back the tears. "Varys. Can you grab me the vile in my drawer." Aerion pointed to the drawer across the room by his desk.
When Varys opened the drawer he had a look of shock on his face. Varys reached in and pulled the small vile out of the drawer. The glass was warm to the touch and almost hot. The contents of the vile was green and thick. "Wildfire?"
"I had it there in case Robert Baratheon ever found out what my surname really was. I would not let the usurper have my head as he had the bodies of my niece and nephew wrapped in Lannister cloaks." Aerion said reaching for the vile that Varys held in his hand.
Varys reluctantly gave Aerion the vile and said. "So you choose to die like the first Aerion Targaryen. Mad and violent. You would choose the route of insanity instead of a less painful death?" Varys asked not getting why Aerion wanted this.
"At least I would go out a Targaryen. I would be something else in my final hours other than Aerion the weak." Aerion said now holding the vile of wildfire in his hand.
"You were never Aerion the weak my prince. You are Aerion Targaryen second of his name the rightful King of the Andals and the first men, the rhoyanar, lord of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm" Varys said with a bow. And so his mentor and caretaker left his room. Now he was alone.
Aerion looked at the flask in his hands and uncorked the vile. He could smell the fumes and felt the heat radiating from the substance. He finally put the vile to his lips and drank the wildfire like wine. Slowly sipping the volatile substance and finally swallowing. He felt a sudden burst of absolute, immense pain. He could see green flames sprouting from his mouth before everything turned black. Deep in the darkness he heard the roar of a dragon.