King's Landing, Crownlands, Third Moon of 279 AC
Winter in Kingslanding was something mild if compared to the North; unlike the North, Vale, and some parts of the Riverlands, frozen shores and snow-pilled fields usually were not a thing, which meant that usually some specific crops could be grown, and some more resistant animals, such as sheep and cows, could be left grazing in the fields without greater issues. Down in King's Landing, the winds of winter were not as unforgiving as those of The North, which made surviving winters infinitely less difficult; it was not easy by any means, it was actually hard, as the mornings and nights could get really cold; but again never as cold as any midday in The North's winter.
Although the Mornings were cold, by southern standards, King's Landing would always "wake up" early; there was work to be done, people had business to do and places to be, smallfolk had to work, and lords had to scheme and administrate their affairs, so naturally it didn't take long for Knights, Lords and small folk alike to notice the massive black ship with the banners of a dragon docked outside the River Gate. A vessel of that size was never seen before, not even whalers were that big, and the vessel was clearly one built for battle; it was imposing. All kinds of people came to the River Gate to take a look at the said ship, from little children to old people, from blacksmiths to farmers, from Knights to septons; and obviously, said septons were not delighted by the ship's name, unfortunately, for them that is, said ship belonged to The North, where they held no say in, where they couldn't invade unless they wanted a "Hungry Wolf" come again.
Lucerys(-ish) Pov
The presence of The OldGods' Revenge brought a certain level of discomfort to Lord Lucerys Velaryon; he knew the ship was capable of destroying small fleets and leaving no survivors; he knew that the Lord who owned this ship was the greatest, more deadly, and intimidating warrior of the seven kingdoms, the man who bested Ser Barristan Selmy and Ser Arthur Dayne.
" Father, Do you think he's inside that ship?" asked Monford Velaryon
"Who are you talking about, son?" answered Lucerys Velaryon
" The Ice Dragon, of course. Can you make him teach me the sword, father? Please?" said Manford, with awe in his eyes, something Lucerys didn't fail to notice.
" We will have to see about that, son. Now come, we were allowed inside the ship by Lord Dovahkiin." Lucerys informed his awestruck son, something he would be as well if it weren't for all his experience in life.
" Did you talk to Lord Dovahkiin? When? was it true that his voice is like thunder? Was he wearing his Valyrian Steel armor?" Manford asked rapidly.
"No, I didn't talk to him, son. He sent an envoy to the Red Keep to inform his arrival. Lord Hand told the messenger that His Grace required Lord Dovahkiin's presence; the sooner, the better; I volunteered to escort Lord Dovahkiin to the Red Keep to ensure no accidents would happen... To the gold cloaks, that is, the messenger said that I was allowed to go inside the ship if I so wished. Here we are." Lucerys said as they got close to the board that served as a bridge to get to the massive ship. Lucerys and his son were met by two men wearing steel armor, with House Dovahkiin's dragon carved on the chest.
" Greetings, m'lord. Lord Dovahkiin granted access to the Revenge, aye? You may go in if you want to." one of the men said; his voice was loud but not in a disrespectful way
" Aye. I shall do so, guard," Luceys said as he and his son began to walk the board up to the ship's deck. As he was getting closer to the ship's deck, Luceys heard a powerful voice, probably Lord Dovahkiin's, give out some training commands.
" Do it again, Benjen... One more time, pay attention to your foot, the left one... You favor the right one too much; Arthur Dayne would be able to explore such an opening quite quickly, as would I... The Bold, probably, if he was trying enough." The voice said, and then Lucerys heard the sound of metal hitting metal. He looked at his son, who seemed too excited about seeing Lord Dovahkiin teaching. Once he and Manford got to the ship's deck, they were met by the impressive sight of Lord Dovahkiin and his very pregnant wife watching a boy no older than two-and-ten sparing against a full-grown man, and a good swordsman at that, and the boy seemed to be doing pretty well. Lord Dovahkiin didn't let his sights go from the spar; his lady wife, however, saw him and Manford and walked to them
" Welcome aboard The OldGods' Revenge, My Lords. I am Lady Dacey Dovahkiin. My husband will see you in a moment; he's been trying to eliminate this flaw of Benjen's for a long time." Lady Dovahkiin said; she was a beautiful woman with raven hair and blue eyes, a deadly combination. She was tall, taller than him; she wore a red dress and cloak.
" We thank you, Lady Dovahkiin. We were at fault for coming unannounced, and as someone who fostered a child before, I know how important it is to shape up a foster son into someone worthy. Alas, allow me to introduce myself; I am Lord Lucerys Velaryon, Lord of Driftmark, Master of Ships for His Grace, King Aerys Targaryen, the second of his name, and this is my son; Lord Mandord Velaryon, Heir to Driftmark." Lucerys said. Say what you will about the Northerners, but you can't deny they are a dutiful bunch—duty above anything, family above anyone. Manford, however, seemed to be utterly amazed by the giant vessel and the giant man that it belonged to. If Lucerys were to be honest, he was also amazed; the ship was a work of art; the intricate designs of the ship were something else; northern runes carved into walls, mast, and doors. The banners of House Dovahkiin were hanging left and right, on the carvings on the ship, on the mariners' armors, on the sailors' arms, on the windows, on the floor… everywhere. They were proud of this ship, and how could they not? This vessel was a king among ships.
" Aye, it's difficult, but my Lord husband can manage it pretty well. Little Benjen is already one of the best swords in The North; according to my husband, he can already beat many grown men; he will be a great warrior and an even greater Lord. Come, my lords. Lady Dovahkiin said as she made for them to follow her, " May I offer you a Drink, my lords? Or something to eat? My chefs have prepared a wonderful meal, buttered potatoes with meat. Would you care for a treat?" Lady Dovahkiin said, and Manford made a confused face.
" Potato? What is that?" Manford asked, his young face showing a child-like confusion, unknowingly saving his father from asking that question
" Potato is a crop from The North, currently being produced only by House Dovahkiin and Stark. They are resistant enough to be grown in the Winter," Lady Dovahkiin said, and Lucerys was intrigued; a new northern crop? That was some important news.
"I shall accept a drink, a northern one," Lucerys said; he looked at his son, was looking at him with pleading eyes. " My son will have the potato you talked about, my Lady." Lucerys completed, and Lady Dovahkiin nodded; she called some servants and ordered them to bring something she called "Brandy" and the new crop potato.
She looked at Manford and smiled
" If you wish and your father allows it, you can pick a wooden sword and train on one of those dummies; if you are good enough, my husband might point out something you need to better." Lady Dovahkiin said, and Manford looked at him expectantly; Lucerys only nodded; he, as the master of ships, knew very well about how straightforward the Northerners were, so as long as he acted as a friend, there wouldn't be any problems. Avoiding problems with Ragnar Dovahkiin was the only reason he came down to the River Gate; the last thing he needed was a powerful enemy in The North, especially one with a dragon. Many Lords call him opportunistic for supporting any of the King's decisions; many lords would call him a lickspittle for befriending the Skagossi lord… Not many would be able to call him poor; no one would be able to call him dragon dung or burned man.
" Tell me, my Lord, how is the capital? How is court nowadays?" Lady Dovahkiin asked; her voice was beautiful, somewhat melodic and sweet, the complete opposite of her husband's; his voice only screamed one thing, power.
" The capital is as it always has been… smelling like shit and drowning in plots. The King is excited about your husband's presence; who wouldn't be after what he did for the King in Duskendale?" Lucerys said, " Is it true that your husband has an Ice Dragon?" Lucerys asked; he already knew the answer, but the formalities ordered him to ask.
" No… that's not true." Lady Dovahkiin said. Her plain denial wasn't something he was expecting, and as such, Lucerys was taken aback, but before he could say or ponder anything, she continued, " The Ice Dragon is mine; my lord husband gave it to me as a wedding gift." Once again, Lucerys was taken aback. Fortunately for him, he didn't need to say anything as some servants laid a wooden table and some chairs near him and Lady Dovahkiin. The Raven-haired woman sat but said nothing.
" So you are the dragon-rider? I wasn't expecting that… your husband must be a very… trustful man to give a dragon away to his wife." Lucerys said as he took a seat. Lady Dovahkiin just laughed at him but said nothing. Lord Dovahkiin chose that moment to end Benjen Stark's training, telling him to bathe and prepare for the day. Lord Dovahkiin walked silently towards them and gave a kiss on his wife's cheek; he then looked at Lucerys and said
" Welcome aboard the OldGods' Revenge, My Lord. I hope I haven't offended you by not immediately talking to you. I've been trying to fix a particular little flaw of Benjen's for a long time, and today, he was showing signs of improvement; I couldn't let such an opportunity go," Lord Dovahkiin said, wearing black and dark grey clothes; he looked regal.
" It's no problem, My Lord. You see…"
Lucerys and Lord Dovahkiin began discussing a few things, such as trade agreements, shipbuilding, and trade routes, things both Lucerys and Lord Dovahkiin knew about. The Drink and potato arrived shortly, and Manford fell in love with the northern crop. Lucerys, on the other hand, loved the so called "Brandy."
King's Landing, Crownlands, Third moon of 279 AC
Ragnar POV
Ragnar, Dacey, and Benjen were finally leaving The OldGods' Revenge. Lucerys Velaryon and his son were guiding them through the confusing streets of King's Landing. The City smelled terrible but wasn't as badly maintained as it would have been in Robert's reign, or so Ragnar thought. From the few things he could remember from the books, in Robert's time, King's Landing was packed with beggars, thieves, and poor people; under Aerys, not so much; the citizens looked somewhat happy even in winter; there were a lot of beggars but not much as described on the books.
The books were something that regularly plagued Ragnar's mind; they were pretty much useless now that the rebellion wouldn't happen. Ragnar would kill Rhaegar fair and square before the Silver Prince even tries to lay his rapist hands on little Lyanna.
As he walked through King's Landing, Dacey by his side carrying her Morningstar, he thought of Rhaegar Targaryen; the man wasn't what he expected; he looked and "felt" like an honest and friendly guy, a gentle soul, and above all a good king-in-the-making. There was a lot of pressure on the boy's shoulders, 300 hundred years of history, and the responsibility to fix his father's many mistakes; maybe that was why he went full Molag Bal on Lyanna, obsessed with the prophecy of Ice and Fire.
Ragnar would have to think about everything more carefully; nothing was making sense; Rhaegar Targaryen wasn't the monster Robert Baratheon claimed him to be; he wasn't the monster history claimed him to be.
" Ragnar, why is everyone looking at you like that?" Benjen said, his grey eyes looking troubled but excited. Ragnar chuckled and smiled at Benjen; he had obviously seen the looks people were giving him, admiration, respect… fear.
" They admire me, mainly for beating Ser Arthur Dayne and Ser Barristan Selmy. They fear me because of what I did in Duskendale." Ragnar said, and Lucerys Velaryon nodded eagerly
" Both respect and fear are well deserved. The Blood Eagle of Duskendale is a song as famous as The Rains of Castamere," Lucerys said; Ragnar, for the first time, was speechless.
" The what? They made a song about The blood eagle?" Ragnar asked sheepishly; Dacey giggled a bit, which shocked Ragnar as giggling wasn't something the she-beard did a lot… or ever.
" What is the Blood Eagle," Benjen asked
" Something I will teach you on your Five-and-tenth name day… a punishment," Ragnar said, and Benjen nodded; he knew better than ask Ragnar about it.
" Forgive me, my Lord, but didn't you tell Lord Lannister that the Blood Eagle was your family secret?" Lucerys asked; if he were able to get The Blood Eagle for Tywin, gold would flow.
" It is a family secret… Benjen is family. My foster son, who I care for as if he were my own. If My future sons become half the young man Benjen is, I would be happy. Benjen right here will be better than Arthur by his seventeenth nameday… if not before. That is not counting his prowess on the other fields." Ragnar said proudly; it was true; Benjen had grown on him; the lad was a good one. Benjen was as red as Dacey's dress but had a bright smile on his face. Lucerys just nodded slowly, apparently too heavy with thoughts. The Velaryon men that came to guard their liege seemed to doubt Ragnar's words, but they said nothing. Dacey had a slight smile on her face.
" Aye. The Young Wolf will have a very deadly bite, but not yet; my Morningstar still beats his sword. He will be a great Lord someday, but how could he not? Trained and taught by my Ice Dragon," Dacey said; as she finished her sentence, she hugged Ragnar's arm and gave it a quick, gentle kiss.
Ragnar smiled but said nothing; after Serana, Ragnar thought it would be impossible to find love again, but he was wrong.
" Lord Dovahkiin, can you train me?" Manford Velaryon said suddenly; Ragnar had almost forgotten about the boy; he was a silent one.
" My son, don't…." Lucerys began but was interrupted by Ragnar
" I can teach you while I'm in the capital… unfortunately, I can't do much other than that," Ragnar said.
Lucerys eyes widened, plots going through his mind trying to find a way to explore such an opportunity.
" Thank you! Thank you, my Lord. I swear by the Seven, I will try my best." Manford said; Ragnar only nodded.
Ragnar and his party were approaching the Red Kepp's stairs; no guard tried to stop them as Lucerys was with them. The Red Keep was something to behold; the Valyrian architecture was pure art; it reminded Ragnar of the ancient Falmer architecture. On Great Hall, Ragnar saw the Iron Throne, empty for now; it was an ugly thing; Ragnar's respect for Aegon Targaryen grew a little more. Ragnar felt that, like him, Aegon understood that being King wasn't a game. Power corrupts, and having a Thorne that uncomfortably reminded him that no king should sit easy on his throne. Ragnar's greatest fear was to become like Miraak, to be a tyrant; that was the main reason why he bent the knee to House Stark, to have someone to report to, someone to check him.
The nobles on the Red Keep were waiting for the King to open court; many had petitions, many were answering summons, many were there to make connections, and many were there to plot. There were more than 400 people in the Great Hall.
" Is court like this every day? So… full?" Ragnar asked
" Yes. His Grace's court is usually full. His Grace likes to have many witnesses to his edicts, reward, and punishments." Lucerys said as his face grimaced when he said the last word.
" I see… that's… wise, I guess, if done correctly, that is," Ragnar said.
Ragnar and his party had to wait a few hours for the Court to begin; the King, followed by Tywin and Pycelle, walked into the Great Hall; all knelt to Aerys' presence, except Ragnar, who just bowed his head as a sign of respect to the Iron Throne itself.
" All Hail King Aerys Targaryen, The second of his name, king of the Andals, Rhoynish and Fist Men, protector of the realm." Tywin Lannister said, his voice was as monotonous as it was powerful.
" The first hearing of this court shall be…." Tywin continued; the hearings were as interesting as watching grass growing; mostly were petty nobles grumbling about lands or some imaginary slight. The only one that caught Ragnar's attention was the Lady of House Sunglass and her son by her side
" Your Grace, my cousin, Ser John tries to usurp me. My late lord father didn't have any sons, only I. He also didn't have any brother; the closest living relative is my cousin, who is a Knight but has no land of his own. He killed my husband through treachery, and he came to this court to try and convince some lord to support him in exchange for marrying said lord's daughters, but-" before Lady Sunglass could finish her pleas, one man shouted
" Lies, Your grace! She lies. She is trying to kill me because her child is a bastard!" The man said, clearly nervous.
"Is that so, Ser John? What say you in your defense, Lady Sunglass?" The King said; he looked somewhat bored yet focused on what he was doing.
" My child is no Bastard! He looks just like his father! My husband was the fifth son of Lord Forrester from the North! I knew my cousin would tell lies about my child, so I sent a raven to my husband's brother… he is here and can attest that my son looks just like his father," Lady Sunglass said; she looked calm but concerned.
" Ha, you called a filthy Northerner here to lie to the king? They are heathens! He will lie to save his brother's honor. I know I'm telling the truth; your Grace and I'll let the gods prove me right! I demand a trial by combat." Ser John said, which apparently got Lady Sunglass by surprise. Ragnar assumed it was because she only had a handful of guards serving her, and no skilled Knights were sworn to her house.
" Very well, Ser John. Will you fight for yourself? Or will you name a champion?" The King said, and Ragnar frowned.
" I will fight for myself, Your Grace," Ser John said, and the King nodded calmly; that was not the Aerys he had heard about; the man seemed calm and collected, happy. Maybe the hopes of getting a Dragon made him more stable. Ragnar could see the madness in Aerys' eyes; he just wasn't acting on it. Not that he had a reason to; everyone showed him only the utmost respect so far.
" And you, Lady Sunglass? Who will fight for you? Your husband's brother?" The King said
" I… I… your grace. I…" Lady Sunglass began but was interrupted
" I ASKED YOU A QUESTION, WOMAN!! THE KING WANTS HIS ANSWER," The King yelled, making the woman shrink. Ragnar looked at Dacey, who nodded.
" I shall be Lady Sunglass's champion, Your Grace. I cannot let a Knights usurp someone with Northern blood. Especially by someone who offended The North." Ragnar said loudly enough for everyone to hear him from where he was. Everyone looked at him, but he was unfazed; he slowly walked closer to the Throne.
" Announcing, Lord Ragnar Dovahkiin, The Lord of Winterhold, High Lord of Skagos, warden of the Shivering Sea," Lucerys said loudly; many nobles gasped at that, and the King smiled like a child on sugar.
" Thank you, Thank you, my Lord!" Lady Sunglass said quietly.
" Lord Dovahkiin, you answered my summon! It's good to see you again. We have much to discuss, Dovahkiin. I need you to do something for me, for House Targaryen." Aerys said, completely forgetting everything around him; his focus was only on Ragnar.
" Aye, Your grace, If it's something I can do, then I will try my best to… help you and House Targaryen. What about Lady Sunglass's predicament, Your Grace? Look at her boy, Your Grace; he clearly has Northern blood. Ser John was trying to take advantage of your benevolence and Justice." Ragnar said swiftly, Ser John was a dumb man, and Ragnar would kill him quickly.
" Ah… that, let the trial take place then. Here now! Bring me his head Lord Dovahkiin… I don't like to be deceived." The King said; Ser John tried to protest, but the King didn't even let him say anything.
Ragnar killed Ser John with one movement from his sword, a cut from behind that took half of the man's torso. The Nightingale blade cut the man fair and square. Ragnar then looked at the King, who nodded and said
" Court is adjourned for today… important matters must be discussed between the Warden of the Shivering Sea and me. Tywin, Pycelle with me now!
Hightower! Where is Rhaegar? Go get the boy now!" Aerys said as he got down the Iron Throne's stairs.
" Dovahkiin, come…" Aerys said, and Ragnar nodded. He turned to Benjen and said, "You will stay here and protect Dacey. My Dragonguard is under your command. I know you will not disappoint me; you have never had… if something happens, you have my permission to use magic." Ragnar said, and Benjen nodded. Dacey looked at him but said nothing; she knew it was a test for Benjen.
Ragnar then followed the King towards the small council chambers, or so he assumed.
King's Landing, Crownlands, Third Moon of 279 AC
Ragnar POV
The small council chamber was not small as the council which there presided; the room was a spacious one, with glass panels and a long table in the center; there were ten chairs on the said table even though the small council was made of seven people.
The King of the Seven Kingdoms sat at the head of the table, Tywin Lannister, The Hand, sat at the foot of the table, Ragnar sat on the King's right side, and Rhaegar Targaryen sat on the king's left side.
Ragnar was silent ever since he left the great hall, and so was the King and everyone else. The only person missing was Lord Staunton, the master of laws, who was running late.
" I beg your forgiveness, Your Grace; it took me a long time to get from the black cells to here," Lord Staunton said as he entered the room and sat on a chair by Maester Pycelle's right side.
The King glared at Lord Staunton but said nothing
" Let us begin this small council meeting. Today we have as a guest Lord Dovahkiin from Skagos. As all of you know, The King himself summoned Lord Dovahkiin. So he could answer questions about his attack on the Dreadfort and his supposed possession of an Ice Dragon." Tywin Lannister said.
" Lord Dovahkiin, is it true that you have an Ice Dragon?" Rhaegar Targaryen asked plainly; he knew these lords would dance around instead of asking the question, which would no doubt enrage Ragnar.
" No," Ragnar answered quickly, firm and collected.
Pycelle smiled a little, relief evident on his face. The King seemed like a child who lost a very delicious candy.
" No? My little birds told me that you flew from the Dreadfort on dragonsback," Varys said smoothly " My little birds are reliable, Lord Dovahkiin."
" Are they? Do they sing about Skagos very often?" Ragnar asked, his voice powerful as ever. Varys face didn't change
" Not as often as I would like, no. Someone or something is cutting their wings." Varys said once again smoothly. Before Ragnar could say anything, he was interrupted
" So you deny that you commanded an Ice Dragon to attack the Dreadfort and then flew from the Dreadfort to Skagos on a Dragon?" Tywin Lannister asked
" Oh, no, I don't deny that, but that Dragon is no longer mine. I gave that Dragon to my wife as a wedding gift." Ragnar said calmly, his words making some speechless.
" You gave… a Dragon to your wife? How? You flew on it… a Dragon can only have one rider." Rhaegar said
" That is ridiculous! You gave a Dragon to a woman! Preposterous! If you could give the Dragon away, you should've given the Dragon to his Grace?" Lord Staunton said before Ragnar could answer, trying to get approval from the King; it seemed to work as the king nodded slightly at the statement.
" At the time, the Dragon wasn't bonded to no one because I refused to bond with it. I can protect myself without a Dragon; my very pregnant wife can't, at least not while she's pregnant, Prince Rhaegar. I don't know why it let me mount it, but it did. Later on, in Skagos, I bonded it to my wife. Now the Dragon is hers." Ragnar said calmly, and Rhaegar nodded
" Do not run away from my question, barbarian! Why didn't you give the Dragon to His Grace?" Lord Staunton said, which made Tywin's face sour a bit.
" Tell me, Lord Staunton. Who am I?" Ragnar said calmly, looking Lord Staunton in the eyes
" W-what kind of question is that? Just answer my question!!" Lord Staunton said nervously, as if he was afraid of something.
" You are a Northen Lord sworn to House Stark, that is sworn to my House," Rhaegar said calmly.
" Yes… do you see a metal collar on my neck Lord Staunton?" Ragnar asked, and Lord Staunton shook his head nervously; looking at the Dovahkiin's eyes was not something those weak of mind could do; it was like looking at an apex predator
" That is because I am not a slave. I have the right to do what I want just as long as it doesn't break the King's or Lord Stark's laws. I didn't break any laws. Also… The King would die if he bonded with an Ice Dragon, as would Prince Rhaegar, as would all of you." Ragnar said calmly.
" And what do you mean by that, Lord Dovahkiin?" Aerys Targaryen, who till now was silent, said, his voice sharp and dangerous. The King's sudden question made everyone quiet.
" Only those of the blood of The Frist Men can be bonded to an Ice Dragon. Just like the Valyrians are the only ones capable of bonding to a Valyrian Dragon. Your blood is that of fire, Your Grace; only a Dragon of fire can bound to a Targaryen. Such is the way of Magic." Ragnar lied; Snowstorm only bonded to Dacey because of Ragnar's magic.
" Magic? What is next? Grumpkins and Snarks?" Pycelle said as he faked a laugh. The King glared at him, which silenced the old fool but said nothing.
" So you are saying that anyone with the blood of the First men can bond to an Ice Dragon?" Tywin said
" Not exactly, Anyone with the blood of the First Men can be bonded to an Ice Dragon, not just see the Dragon and form a bond with it naturally," Ragnar said, " once a person is bonded to an Ice Dragon, the person's bloodline will be able to bond naturally with any hatchling form the bonded Dragon, just like the Targaryen were able to bond naturally to a Valyrian Dragon." Ragnar continued.
" You said you bonded Snowstorm to your Lady wife; how did you do it?" Tywin asked… the king, who seemed to be contemplating something, said
" Are you a Witch, Lord Dovahkiin?" The king asked excitedly, happily.
" The correct term would be Mage. I'm not like those wood witches who tell someone's fortune. I'm a master of the mystic arts, Master in Destruction, Illusion, Alteration, Restoration, Enchanting, and conjuration." Ragnar said proudly, with a small smile on his face. Once again, his statement left many speechless; Varys seemed pale, Tywin looked doubtful, Rhaegar looked hopeful, Aerys looked like a child on a sugar rush's
" You dare lie to His Grace? Magic is dead, we k-" Pycelle stopped mid-sentence " Magic is dead; magic is only parlor tricks nowadays." He continued. Ragnar looked at a Pycelle with a raised eyebrow but said nothing.
" You will hatch a dragon for me! Now!!" The King said
" I cannot, Your Grace," Ragnar said
" You dare deny your King? I could have your head for it!" Aerys said, and Ragnar smiled.
" You would need an army to do so…but I don't deny you out of spite… I can't; my magic cannot hatch your Dragon eggs." Ragnar said as he raised his left hand, which glowed purple, everyone held a breath, thinking Ragnar would attack Aerys. Ser Gerolt Hightower unsheathed his sword and pointed it at Ragnar; Ragnar cast his spell, which summoned an old-looking book. Seeing magic being performed made everyone wonder, even Pycelle. Ragnar picked the book and offered it to Aerys.
" Can you read High Valyrian? I found the book in Valyria. In the Vault of House Balaerys. Open it on page 394" Ragnar lied; the book was an illusion book with made-up things about Valyrian Dragons. Aerys snatched the book from Ragnar's hands and began reading it.
" What does it says, father?" Rhaegar asked; Tywin looked curious as well as did everyone else.
" Only maidens of the Dragonblood can hatch a Valyrian dragon… their fire magic is unique and pure like those of a Dragon." Aerys roared in common.
" Rhaegar… once again, everything falls on you. You must have a Daughter. Lord Dovahkiin will teach her fire magic, and she will hatch a Dragon for us… I can't trust your mother and her weak belly with that." Aerys said, and Rhaegar nodded.
" If your grace wants, I could cure Queen Rhaella's belly… it would take a few years, but she would be able to bear children again. I could also teach her magic so that she could teach the future generation herself." Ragnar suggested.
" That would be a good idea. I'll have to think about it. There's another reason why I summoned you here… I want to join our families, the only Dragonlords families in the world, a betrothal for a future daughter you have and a grandson of mine. What say you?" Aerys said happily, the prospect of getting the Dragons back to House Targaryen making him extremely excited.
" Your Grace… I would be honored to, but I would like to wait till my children are born. There's always the possibility of me having only sons, but if I have any Daughters, I wouldn't mind said betrothal." Ragnar said calmly; the king only nodded.
" Good, now that the important things were discussed, I shall leave. Tywin will take over from now; there are some things about your ports that Chelsted wanted to discuss… counting coppers." Aerys said as he got up.
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A/N: One more chapter for you guys. Is there anything you would like to see in King's Landing? Ragnar will stay for Rhaegar wedding. I'm thinking about the rebellion… as you already guessed cannon has been destroyed. I had a small writer's block with this chapter, the next one will be better! Varys will be more present.
Also ( Young Griff = Blackfyre)
What would happen to the Greek Mythology of Zeus was born dickless?
Thank you for your support.