Aerys Aemma Targaryen, first of her name, and future queen must put her feelings aside and fight for the blacks in the coming war. The first child of Rhaenyra, born shortly after her marriage to Laenor Velaryon, Aerys is the result of the affair between Rhaenyra and Daemon, when Rhaenyra was only fifteen. Her hair, which is stark white on the top of her head, and then black underneath, from about halfway down her head, is what helped her mother defend the parentage of her brothers. However, when Laenor died, Daemon claimed her as his own, meaning her brothers parentage was once again thrown into scandal. Aerys had always known Daemon was her father, and her parents marriage helped solidify her claim to the throne as Rhaenyra's heir. Now she must defend the blacks right to the crown.
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I remember the day my brother died like it was yesterday.
That day will never leave me.
Dragonstone had been our home, our real home, for nearly ten years. And now it felt like my own personal hell.
Mother said nothing for five hours. And when she tried to sleep she fell into a nightmare and woke everyone up screaming.
I slept in Jace's bed that night, I felt as thought I had to step up, be strong for him and our brothers. Joffrey crawled in between us when the screaming began. We thought about going to get the younger two but I didn't want to move, I couldn't.
Lucery's had been my favourite brother, and I know we shouldn't have favourites. But he was mine.
His death was the start of the war. We all knew that the game we had been playing had changed. Death was always followed by more death. It had turned into kill or be killed, Aemond had saw to that.
The morning after, Jacerys and I went straight to mother and pledged to avenge Luke. She didn't say anything, she only hugged us.
I went to father after that, and despite the loss and pain, he was pleased with me. Even if Luke wasn't his own child, he felt the loss.
'This is what I've been training you for Aerys, this is why you fly Silverwing,' he said.
He took my face in his hands and stared at my soul, 'We will make that cunt pay.'
I nodded, swallowing away the sadness and replacing it with anger.
I would avenge Lucerys, and I would help put mother on the throne.
I am Aerys Targaryen, the future queen and protector of the realm. And I will cut Aemond's throat and have Vhaegar's head for this. It doesn't matter what happened in the past, he's now my enemy.
