300AC

Castle Black

The Wall

Maester Aemon Targaryen lay in his bed dying of old age. Samwell Tarly was always close by whenever Aemon was aware enough to speak. The freefolk woman Gilly was also never far away. Her infant son was always in the same room too.

Samwell Tarly was sitting by the bed in case the Measter needed anything. He knew the old man would die soon and that he would have to speak at his burning, he didn't know what he would do without the Master. He had always been a source of wisdom and someone to listen too. Or someone that was content to just listen himself. He had outlived a dozen lord commanders and who know how many thousands of brothers. Had healed most of them at one point or another too. He wished he could do something. That this was an enemy he could fight, but he could no more fight old age than he could fight an other with a rusty iron dagger.

Gilly walked over to the bed from where she had been sitting at the table. "get some sleep Sam." She said softly. "You'll have to speak for him tomorrow."

"You don't know that!" Sam said just as softly. Almost desperately.

Aemon came awake with a gasp. "Egg!" he tried to shout but it came out as a hacking cough. Sam grabbed his hand. Then Aemon tried again. "Egg. I dreamed I was old." Then Maester Aemon Targaryen One of the last of the dragon's blood in the world breathed his last at the ripe old age of 102.

207AC

Red Keep

Kings Landing

Aegon Targaryen sat by his brothers bed desperately hoping he wouldn't die. He didn't know what else he could do. He supposed he could go to the Sept and light candles but he would rather be here with his brother if he died. He also didn't understand how lighting candles was supposed to help his brother get better, but he didn't say that out loud. He didn't want another lecture on religion from the High Septon, or one of the Septa's that his mothers ladies kept around for reasons he was told he would understand when he was older.

The Grand Maester kept saying that the fever would break but it hadn't yet and it had been almost 2 weeks since the sickness first started, and Aemon hadn't woken once since then. He had mumbled a few times about snow, and ice, and others, whatever they were. Mother was splitting her time between the Sept here in the Red Keep and sitting with him in Aemon's room.

Father had been in a few times as well, but never stayed very long. Mother had told him that father was a man of action and didn't like being helpless, and seeing one of his children bedridden with a bad fever made him feel the most helpless that he had ever been. He was apparently taking it out on anyone who would get in the ring in the sparring yard. Sometimes even 4 or 5 men at a time.

The King had only been in once when this first started but got regular updates -not that there were any in Aegon's opinion he'd been exactly the same for two weeks- from the Grand Maester.

Daeron had been in once. Took one look at Aemon told everyone that he would be fine and not to worry. Aegon would continue to worry until his brother was up and moving around again. Daeron was probably drunk like he usually was. Maybe it had been the wine or mead. Or whatever was his favorite alcohol right now talking?

Aerion hadn't been in at all and he didn't care. He hoped that Aerion just stayed away. He didn't like him very much. But then again, no one liked Aerion very much. And Aerion didn't like anyone either.

The Master had been in the room three times a day, every day since this started. Once in the morning after everyone had their morning meal, once after everyone had luncheon, and once after everyone had dinner. And there were always servants close by to get the Maester if anything were to happen. And he still sat here all day staring at his favorite brother silently willing him to get better, because that's all he could do. He couldn't fight this illness, whatever it was. Not that he knew how to fight yet. Mother wouldn't let either of them near the training yard just yet.

He got up and crossed the room to the pitcher of water that was on a table by the window and poured himself a cup while looking out across the city. He picked up the cup and was about to start drinking when there was a gasp from the bed followed by a shout that turned into a hacking cough "Egg!" Aegon dropped the cup with a shout of surprise and whirled around to stare at his brother with wide surprised eyes.

"Aemon!? You're awake!"

After a few seconds of coughing from Aemon his brother tried again. "Egg. I Dreamed I was old." Followed by more coughing from his brother. Then he continued speaking. "It was very strange. I was very old. I was serving as a Maseter at the wall. And there were monsters coming to kill us." Followed by yet more coughing.

Then he fell back into the pillows on the bed and seemed to go back to sleep. Aegon stood there for close to a minute trying to figure out what any of that meant then ran across the room, threw the door open and screamed as loud as he could down the hallway, "SOMEONE GET THE GRAND MAESTER! NOW! AND FIND MY MOTHER AND FATHER! NOW!"