YEAR 112 AC

―King's Landing―

Red Keep ― Maegor's Holdfast...

It has been more than eleven years since the Great Council at Harrenhal, nine after Viserys succeeded his grandfather and ascended the Iron Throne. And since then, the golden age has been supported and not yet disrupted. House Targaryen remained unchallenged - aside from the still-independent Principality of Dorne to the south, though relations with them have also been calm and stable for decades.

Yet, for some, there can be neither peace nor stability.

"I know it was one of his agents," one of the guardsmen searched around the room.

"He was insistent, ser," a spy conveyed the message.

"Insistent as in 'I'll murder him in his sleep' or 'be a good lad and tell me'?"

"The latter...?"

The guardsman sweated nervously. "Oh, uh... that's... that is even worse. Tell Prince Aeonar I'll have the reports ready before the day is done." One more slip-up, and I will lose my head. Or worse... fed to his dragon. I should go! I do not want to disappoint him again.

High atop Maegor's Holdfast, in his chambers, stood a now seventeen-year-old Prince Aeonar. He was now in his third year as Master of Whisperers, gathering intelligence reports and shuffling agents throughout every corner of the kingdom and abroad. Around him was a coterie of his high-ranking agents. As the realm's spymaster and chief intelligence agent, it was Aeonar's duty to identify threats and, if possible, deal with them in ways that could not be solved through delicate means. No, his methods were often bloody. The crown had traitors lurking in the darkest corners - some closer to home. Everything he did, Aeonar did to protect his father, his mother, his sister... for House Targaryen. Though Viserys was amiable, never considered strong-willed, and was eager to please, some looked to take advantage of him by seeking his favor for their benefit.

Aeonar would never allow that to happen. Not while he watched closely, had ears placed at every door. So long as he was Master of Whisperers, no secrets remained hidden for long.

"Brother Rupert's findings on the Lord Oscar Butterwell, my prince. Our contact, Ser Mychal Mooton, seems to be having trouble with him," another agent reported.

"And?" Aeonar pressed.

"All he heard was... a 'chocolate bath.'"

"Tsk! If the Butterwells want to play, we will play. Dispatch this missive to Ser Mychal and inform him to follow its instructions thoroughly." Aeonar sent away one of his agents and took a scroll from another who just walked in. He broke the wax seal; examining the words closely, he frowned. "Illiterate fool. I thought Borros Baratheon's obsession was over. He has been drinking again?"

"Our contacts report he again sent one of the king's messengers into a state of hysteria."

"Stubborn mule! Inform the Lord of Storm's End that unless his son is brought in line, the crown will not tolerate such unwanted behavior."

Day after day, Aeonar read his agents' reports - as shown by the occasional dark circles under his eyes. If it were believed minor, he would entrust them to carry out his instructions. However, if the issue were too big of a problem to ignore, he would bring this straight to his father's attention. Such things needed to be dealt with accordingly without delay. Little did he know this would turn out to be one of those days. Aeonar took yet another scroll from another one of his informants and read over its contents thoroughly. He traced the contents slowly, reading them bit by bit, then his brow furrowed into a serious expression.

"Brother Serac is certain of this?"

"Yes, my Prince," they confirmed. "He explained it in great detail. Said it needed your immediate attention."

"Well, he certainly has it now." Aeonar gathered the important documents he considered vitally important and was readying himself to leave his chambers. "I will need to inform the Master of Ships at once. Instruct your fellow birds to keep a close watch and report any suspicious activity in the region."

"At your command, my Prince."

Shit, Lord Corlys is not going to be pleased about this. Aeonar exited his quarters and descended the stairs. This was information that could not be ignored this time. Reports of ever-growing activity within the Free Cities in Essos across the Narrow Sea and trespassing from unauthorized ships near the Stepstones would no doubt raise an issue about national security. Maybe it could be a rogue band of pirate fleets, but what if it were not? No, his scouts would have reported otherwise. These ships are not of Westerosi origins but originate from three different city-states - all of them organized.

As he made it to the bottom floor, Aeonar turned the corner to see Lord Corlys Velaryon with his back leaning against the wall. As the Master of Ships, he was in command of the Royal Fleet - most of them were constructed by House Velaryon at Driftmark. As Lord Admiral, he was a committed man with an unmatched sense of duty, steady and assured. Plus, Corlys is highly logical and focuses on the facts when making decisions, making him one of two allies Aeonar has on the small council. Surely, he would listen to him.

"Lord Corlys," Aeonar called out. "A moment if you will?"

Corlys turned to see the crown prince calling out to him. "Prince Aeonar," he acknowledged stoically. "I half-expected you to report to the king, not to me. So, what brings you here?"

"This."

Aeonar handed over the parchment he was reading earlier. The Sea Snake looked at him suspiciously, but begrudgingly took it from the prince and began reading it closely. His brow furrowed and looked back at his young colleague.

"And you are certain of this?" Corlys questioned.

"Information is my specialty, Lord Corlys. My agents know their duty, they know the risks. The reports are correct," Aeonar answered. "No one else has been paying attention because they've been occurring in remote yet random locations near the Stepstones. But I believe there is more than meets the eye. And if this involves the Free Cities, then it's got to be big."

"Which means that it could impact our shipping lanes and affect overall trade."

"That's what I believe as well. Therefore, I am bringing this to you first, Lord Corlys. You are the Master of Ships and in command of the largest fleet the world has ever seen. I have dispatched more agents to closely watch the situation. You understand my reasons why, I'm sure."

"If what you're saying is indeed accurate, then it does warrant concern. I will send a raven to my family in Driftmark. The king should be notified of this as well."

Aeonar nodded. "I'll go inform him of this at once, Lord Corlys. Here's hoping the rest of the council will move out of passivity."

"They will if they know what's good for them."

Both acknowledged each other and were soon on their separate ways. Having brought his concerns to one of his colleagues, Aeonar felt confident that his words would not be dismissed this lightly... again. This time would be different. Having reached the legal age of majority last year, he was referred to as a 'man grown.' In addition to his knighthood, Aeonar was given more responsibilities - no doubt as part of his grooming as heir to the Iron Throne. It was a challenge, but the prince would always welcome a challenge - daring to be put to the test.

Yet, surprisingly, Aeonar noticed King Viserys was not where he usually was. Normally he would lock himself in his room constructing a large model of Old Valyria for hours on end. As a child, Aeonar would often beg his father to let him help build such a magisterial replica of their family's ancestral homeland. Before the Doom, magic flourished, topless towers were reaching as high as the heavens where over 1,000 dragons soared, stone gazed down through the eyes of garnet, blacksmiths used ancient spells to forge weapons of legendary strength and sharpness, and a navy large enough to span the fourteen seas. The Valyrian Freehold's dominion was vast, setting up colonies like Pentos in the west, Meereen and beyond in the east, and Volantis in the south. Ruled by wealthy noble families, the dragonlords, House Targaryen was one of these families, but they were far from the most powerful.

But all of that was utterly destroyed during the cataclysmic event approximately four hundred years ago; the world's greatest Valyrian empire was no more. Only the noble families of Targaryen, Velaryon, and Celtigar remained.

"Ah! There you are!"

Aeonar turned to see none other than his father, King Viserys I Targaryen, approaching him with his arms wide open. He wore a three-dimensional red and black embossed leather, soft wool, and an asymmetrical-like tunic with a gold belt around his waist. Caught off-guard, the prince found himself being embraced and held in place.

"I was wondering when you were finally crawling down from that tower of yours," Viserys laughed. "Your mother and I often wonder if you prefer such a confined space with nothing but documents, crows, and servants running in and out all the time. Must be quite claustrophobic at times, isn't it?"

"Ngh! No, not at all. On the contrary, I find that the quiet permits me to concentrate on my work in a more prompt, efficient manner," Aeonar squirmed to free himself from his father's hug. Taking a moment to adjust his collar and fix his hair, he soon regained his composure.

"Work, work, work. Is that all you ever do, Aeonar? You hardly get any sleep these days," Viserys pointed at the black circles under his son's eyes.

"But I'm the Master of Whisperers, father. Gathering intelligence and ferreting out potential threats from the shadows is an important task as your spymaster. I simply cannot afford to stand idle. It would be irresponsible."

"It would be more so to ignore your health, as well. Such matters can be delegated to other members of the council if you wish. Otto might―"

"No, please don't do that again! The last time you did that, your Hand sidelined me and nearly compromised my informants by moving them to where they were not supposed to go. Wherever my people are, I am also. They are my eyes, ears, and blade. If I were removed from my post again, it would blind me. Do you see?"

Viserys raised his hands at his son's protests. "All right, all right, relax. It is just a suggestion. If it means that much to you, I won't have your post handed off to another." He then walked alongside Aeonar. "But let's not focus on that. Your mother is set to give birth to another child soon. It's a cause for much celebration."

"How is mother doing?" Aeonar asked.

"Ooh, as well as she can, given the circumstances. Moving around in her delicate state, however, tires her out much quicker than Grand Maester Mellos has mentioned to us."

On that subject, it was one of the few moments where Aeonar disagreed with Viserys. Since his mother Queen Aemma had already given birth to him and his sister Rhaenyra, she felt duty-bound to keep trying to extend the Targaryen bloodline further beyond what was needed but was met with little success. In ten years, Aemma suffered more stillbirths, miscarriages, and another baby dying in the cradle. Although she kept a dignified composure on the outside, Aeonar could tell that his mother was suffering inside. Her body could not handle much more; it made her fragile. It was affecting her health.

"Father," Aeonar spoke up, "have you ever considered what kind of toll this is having on her?"

Viserys noticed. "It's different this time. The child is going to be a boy. I know it. You are going to have a brother. I've never been more certain of anything."

"Don't tell me you believe it simply because it stems from another one of your 'dreams' again. You have me, you have Rhaenyra. Why continue to put mother through this? She has been through enough of it already. What if this pregnancy fails again or worse: it kills her? Have you ever taken that possibility into account?"

"Nonsense, Aeonar. The maesters have already assured me that even if it does happen, they will be ready to prevent any further complications from arising as they had done in the past. Look, my son, I understand the concern you have for your mother. I share them as well, but I cannot even put my wants and desires above my duty and centuries of tradition... no matter how much I might want to."

Why do you keep persisting in doing this to her, father? You hear me, but you do not listen. "But no more after this," Aeonar insisted. "Before me, mother had to endure one stillbirth and one child dying in the cradle. After me and Rhaenyra, she had another stillbirth and two miscarriages. All of this has taken a toll on her - mind, body, and soul. Once this... seventh pregnancy is finished, father, any further attempts must cease. As disappointing as it sounds, just... promise me that for mother's sake that you will not keep trying. You already have an heir."

Viserys concentrated on his son. Aemma's pregnancies before and after both Aeonar and Rhaenyra were indeed born were not successful, and the continued attempts were taking a toll on her. His beloved wife simply cannot bring it upon herself to mourn the loss of another child. By the Gods, Aeonar sounded more like Aemma with each passing day.

"I... all right," Viserys conceded. "After your mother gives birth to the child, we won't try again."

Aeonar sighed. "Thank you, father," he said with relief.

"In the meantime," the king continued, "I should be taking the opportunity to find you a suitable bride."

"Wait, what?"

"You are seventeen, Aeonar. And as my heir, you have multiple marriage proposals coming in from every corner of the realm. I know we have discussed it at length, but the time has come for you to find a bride and father children and make me a proud grandfather."

Somehow, I knew where this conversation was going. "How do you know I haven't found one already?"

"Oh, ho ho! Well, I do not think that maidens and tavern wenches would certainly qualify as―" Viserys stopped mid-sentence and froze as Aeonar's words finally clicked in his head. 'How do you know I haven't found one already?' For minutes, the king stood frozen in surprise before looking at his son. "Wait. What do you... Does... Does this mean... You have already chosen a bride?"

"Now, now, father," Aeonar smirked with amusement. "Even a spymaster must keep some secrets to himself every once in a while."

"Come now, don't keep your king in the dark here," Viserys said with interest. "At least give me a hint. Is the girl you are speaking of one of the Redwynes?"

"No."

"A Bracken?"

"No."

"Darry?"

"No."

"Baratheon?"

"No."

"Frey?"

"What? Oh, Seven hells, no!" Aeonar hushed his father before he kept asking questions. "Look, I'll tell you more once this tournament you're hosting is over. All I will tell you is that mother knows who it is and has given me her blessings. But until then, please keep this quiet... and if I hear otherwise, my agents will know it was you."

Viserys was amused with his son and overall pleased that Aeonar found a suitor. It was only a matter of time before he was given a grandchild. Before then, he promised to keep his lips sealed out of respect for his son's wishes. "Speaking of," he cleared his throat, "have you seen your sister by any chance?"

Aeonar shook his head and groaned. Without even looking at his father, he merely pointed out the window beside him. The king turned and saw the young she-dragon Syrax roaring in the distance before flying above King's Landing, descending towards the lowest area near the Dragonpit.

"Again?" Viserys exasperated.

"Rhaenyra took Syrax on another ride throughout the Crownlands again," Aeonar confirmed.

"Ugh, a king's cupbearer must not be late. Especially when we're in the middle of having another council session."

"Shall I fetch someone to retrieve her, father?"

"No," Viserys shook his head. "I'll have Ser Harrold retrieve her. Gods preserve me, Rhaenyra will be the death of me one of these days."

"Maybe, but I wouldn't go that far yet. You know how wily she can be - especially if it goes against the norm." Aeonar soon rubbed his head; it felt like an itch in the back of his mind. He felt something was wrong, but he could figure out what it was... and it made him uneasy. "Have you heard any word from uncle Daemon?" he asked.

"Ever since I appointed him Commander of the City Watch two years ago," Viserys sighed, "the gold cloaks have been completely overhauled. Daemon was insistent that the Master of Coin supply the necessary funding for his projects. All I'm told is that the men are fiercely loyal to him."

"Questionable as his methods may be, crime did decrease significantly."

"Not if half this city ends up getting maimed for it." Viserys patted his son on the shoulder. "But come. We should be discussing these matters in the small council chambers. I imagine we have plenty to talk about, especially as the tournament approaches."

"I understand, father," Aeonar accompanied. "I've already spoken with Lord Corlys this morning. The Master of Ships was understandably dead set on bringing an urgent matter to your attention as quickly as possible."

"Oh? And why is that?"

"Because the information my agents provided me concerns not just our shipping lanes in the Narrow Sea, but also House Velaryon as well."

"Well son, I think it's safe to say we can call on the others and begin these discussions. But the tournament―"

"Again with the tournament, father? Why go to great lengths for such an extravagant event even if the results do not exactly meet your expectations?"

"Come now, aren't you at least excited at the prospect of the idea of having a brother?"

"One younger sibling is already a handful, and besides, I wouldn't place my faith solely on dreams. You're not Daenys the Dreamer or Aegon the Conqueror."

"Don't you have a little faith in your father?"

"I do, but I prefer to have actual evidence to reinforce one's claims."

"And it's why I appointed you Master of Whisperers."

"You know me - I prefer an actual challenge, father."

"Good. Now, let's call the others to join us."

Chapter End

Author's Note: Fast forward another two years and we see Aeonar Targaryen acting within his role as the Seven Kingdoms' spymaster. Here we see his POV on interacting with his agents, Lord Corlys Velaryon and his father - King Viserys I Targaryen. What are your thoughts on Aeonar's role as Master of Whisperers, but what of his interactions with the king and the Sea Snake? Next chapter will cover Rhaenyra's POV leading up to the small council meeting. So until then, stay tuned for more and leave your thoughts in the comment section - it helps give me an understanding of what your expectations could be.

Lil Bop: I agree with the previous reviews about Alicent being the one to betray Aeonar does seem forced. It would feel like it is forced drama and it wouldn't make any sense at all. And again what sense would it make for Otto to marry Alicent to Viserys and become the queen now when the time comes when Viserys dies she will not be queen anymore, and if she marries Aeonar then when the king dies she'll be queen and his grandson will become king after Aeonar and again it gives him and his house more power. Also, if you do that then it would just be the same thing as the show and nothing being different. This is just my thought process and hopes it gives you insight into what we are trying to say to you, but keep up the great work, and can't wait for the next chapter.

Guest #3: Considering the story so far Alicent being the one to betray Aeonar seems incredibly forced and simply uninspired. From a story-telling perspective Rhaenyra seems like the best candidate to have betray Aeonar. That is a betrayal that would hurt him and could be written in such a way it would not come across convoluted like you would need for Alicent marrying Viserys.

Other than Rhaenyra there a few other candidates that would work as betrayers, yet they would work best as happening in addition to Rhaenyra. With their working relationship, to a lesser extent you could have the Seasnake be part of that betrayal although it would not be something that would be a huge surprise to Aeonar considering the Seasnake's known ambition. Coming somewhere in-between Seasnake and Rhaenyra in terms of the impact of betrayal could be, if you establish a friendship, either Laeonr or Laena. Daemon does not seem close to Aeonar to be for any betrayal to be shocking even if it does hurt however, you could establish a friendship between the two only for it to give way to Daemon's eventual betrayal for a deep hurtful impact.

Velaryons/Daemon/Rhaenyra seems like the natural foe for Aeonar in this story. Velaryons have a claim and desire for the throne, Daemon is anti-Otto and has his own ambitions, Rhaenyra serves as the great betrayer and frankly has her own ambitions as well. Daemon marrying Laena and/or Rhaenyra marrying Laenor would put them in the Velaryon camp, or perhaps the Velaryons in what is a Daemon or Rhaenyra camp. Alternatively, Rhaenyra could marry into the Martells or perhaps less interestingly the Starks. Really, if Alicent marries Viserys and Aeonar marries either Rhaenyra or Laena then there is little great difference in this story to what happens in the Dance where Aeonar does not exist.

Guest #2: I would not have it that events transpire so Viserys still ends up marrying Alicent. From a creative standpoint it would be forced drama and, despite all the changes Aeonar should bring, railroading the story into following canon.

In response to C.E.W:

I don't know for certain but, it seems very unlikely that Westeros, with its level of development, could keep someone that has fallen into a coma alive for months let alone years.

I also don't see why in this story Alicent going to Viserys / Laena proposal would easily result in Viserys marrying Alicent...

For one, the entire thing would have to rest on Aeonar not, at any point, telling Viserys he wants to marry Alicent. Moreover, it is not as if in canon Viserys decided to marry Alicent straight away, so that is plenty of time for Aeonar to tell or Viserys to ask. Even if the two have a falling out, chances are they would reconcile quickly - indeed, it is easy to envision Viserys in an attempt to patch things up asking Aeonar who he wishes to marry.

Secondly, it also requires Otto to actually send Alicent to Viserys to even begin with. Though why would he do so? There is no great hurdle against Alicent as a suitable candidate. Even if there is tension between father & son then Otto probably reasons it would be brief. If Otto becomes aware that the Velaryons are making moves that could influence how he acts: if the Velaryons are proposing Laena marries Viserys then there is no need for Otto to push Alicent towards Viserys; if he becomes aware they are proposing Laena marries Aeonar then that is motivation for him to push Alicent towards Aeonar. It seems more likely that, regardless of what the Velaryons do, Otto (aware or not of the relationship between the two) sends Alicent (who would be likely going herself anyway) to comfort Aeonar. Besides, even if Alicent does go to Viserys it would not be unthinkable that, intentionally or not, Alicent would let it slip she is in love with Aeonar.

Thirdly, Aeonar is almost certainty going to be aware about any marriage proposals being discussed. From what we see of how he handles trying to find Rhaenyra a husband, Viserys would talk to Aeonar about Aeonar's future wife: be that asking who he wishes to marry (knowing there is someone) or discussing Laena as a candidate. Besides that, Aeonar as Master of Whispers should be aware of any Velaryon proposal to marry Laena to either himself or his father.

TheChamp123: Another fantastic, hope to see more bonding between him and Rhaenyra. I personally wouldn't go the coma route, it's just not as entertaining. Now if Alicent does get Viserys which I'm down for, would that mean possible marriage between Rhaenyra and Aemon or even Laena? Cause with the death of the mother you could go the Targaryen route.

Anyway can't wait for the next chapter, keep up the brilliant work.

coldblue2015: I like the build-up of the drama...

I kind of read Aeonar dying young being called "The Young Dragon", but he has successes...

Larys Strong was the FIRST Master of Whispers that TRULY made the position powerful during the Dance of Dragons. Part of me wants to read Aeonar Targaryen and Larys Strong have some dialogue in the future.

Probably other reviewers mention this, but with Aemma death coming...I can read the first betrayal being done against Aeonar will be his father King Viserys and his love/crush Alicient Hightower, given Ser Otto Hightower will push Alicent to become Queen of Westeros immediately not knowing or not caring as long as his bloodline/House Hightower is in a position of power.

It is interesting to read how Aeonar will evolve after that... Probably more cynical and distancing himself from his immediate family. I could also read Rhaynera becoming LOVER of Aeonar instead of Harwin Strong, where Princess Rhaynera actually has a few Valyrian looking children...But Rhaynera is betrothed to Lenor Valeryon and we won't find out how this will affect Aeonar about not being able to claim his own children, given the Targaryen-Valeryon alliance is very important...

I could honestly read Aeonar getting involved with Essos to sabotage the Three-Sisters/Triarchy/Three-Whores; then returning back to Westeros to deal with a...bigger problem.

Jason Kreuger Myers: Soooo we obviously know that Aeonar deeply loves Alicent...and you went into depth his feelings for his family, like his sister, parents and Uncle...

HOW does he feel towards his potential goodfather to be, Otto Hightower, Hand of the King?

―Aeonar has no quarrel with Otto... so far; he just doesn't like it when his routines are normally taken over by his father's Hand of the King. Having to do all the work but get no credit or acknowledgment can be quite frustrating. But if he kept pushing an issue too many times or feels if he were to overstep his bounds, then Aeonar would have to step in.

Guest #1: Great chapter I love how you had aeonar interacting with viserys and corlys,I need to ask what your update schedule is so I won't miss any chapters.

C.E.W: Nice way of picturing Aeonar Targaryen's role as Master of Whisperers, taking his job seriously and hard working. One of the things he can do when taking a break, is riding on his dragon Vaelor, nothing clears the mind better then riding on dragon back. Interesting

Interesting and great talk between Aeonar and King Viserys, Viserys thinks Aeonar worries too much and works too hard, whereas Aeonar thinks Viserys worries too little. Basically its almost like the Targaryen version of Tywin to his weak father Tytos Lannister.

In the Small Council, Corlys will deliver his report about the Triarchy with the support of Aeonar. Aeonar might say that while pirates deaths by the Crabfeeder and the Triarchy are not to be mourned, the Triarchy is unlikely to friendly to Westeros and will likely become a problem. If the shipping lanes fall and the Triarchy prove to hostile to Westerosi, then it could have a bad effect on every port in Westeros. Viserys might be more considerate of this with Aeonar backing Corlys, however he will still be more focused on the tournament.

With Rhaenyra's POV coming up, perhaps when she tries to offer Alicent a ride on Syrax when he gets big, and Alicent says she's content as a spectator, perhaps Rhaenyra will teach her about Aeonar taking her on a ride with can give Alicent red cheeks on that one. With Aemma when Rhaenyra asked about her in concern, perhaps Aemma will say that she already gets plenty of concern talk with Aeonar who is equally concerned for her.

Aeonar is set on marrying Alicent it seems. If Alicent is still to marry Viserys, unlikely as it may seem, but not impossible. There are two ways that I can picture that happening.

First - After the tournament when Queen Aemma dies, I suspect that Aeonar's relationship with his father will be strained and Aeonar will forget to tell Viserys about him and Alicent. Otto might still send his daughter to the king to built better relations, to ensure that marriage between Alicent and Aeonar because ultimately the decision of marriage with the heir to the Iron Throne rest with the king. Corlys and Rhaenys might offer their daughter Laena up for marriage. And they may also point out that the king needs to marry as well to produce more heirs to ensure the family line. Even though he has too children, he has only one son and his line is vulnerable and still too easily ended. Viserys, uncomfortable with marrying a twelve year old and unaware of his and Alicent's relationship and unaware of Alicent's true nature of her visits to him. Not Ser Otto's intention to marry Alicent to Viserys but it would not be the first time in history when a plan backfired. So instead, Viserys announces his plan to marry Alicent and a betroths Aeonar to Laena Velaryon.

Or,

Second - Aeonar decides to participate in the tournament and suffers an injury which puts him in a coma for months, maybe a year or more. No one expected he'd wake up, and with Viserys' line vulnerable he had to marry again and so decided Alicent. By the time Aeonar wakes up, Alicent is married to Viserys and is expecting a child. Hurt by this, Aeonar strikes out on his own, maybe to fight in the Stepstones with Daemon and Corlys.

Robeka998: I am really liking Aeonar and Alicent, they seem so cute together. I hope Alicent and Aeonar stay together.

jojoboy914: Aeonar being the Master of Whisperers is the best position for him. A king, even a future one, must know everything that goes on in their kingdom and act accordingly. Aeonar has the best network in Westeros and he isn't afraid to use.

With Alicent, his pairing with her is very good and strategic. Alice t is an intelligent woman thanks to her father. I imagine that without his influence, she would become one of the wisest queens of Westeros instead of the fearful madwoman that started the civil war. Alicent would have a better life if she held more defiance against her father. Aeonar would certainly respect and liver her more for it. He would need someone with equal intelligence to stop what's coming.

I'm loving every minute of this story

Gentry2.0: Yeah I love all this story so far keep it going do you think that aeonar should build a royal army that would probably make him master of war cuz I like to see character be that a warrior like Achilles and a commander like Maximus the gladiator one day be a great king like Alexander the Great

suppes1: He takes his work seriously. I like that