Red Keep ― Maegor's Holdfast…
Dawn. The city of King's Landing soon awoke to the bright sunrise breaking through the morning skies. But inside the Red Keep, lying in a blissful sleep, Alicent and Aeonar had rested deeply through the night. Having had sex more than a couple of times, their 'romantic escapades' took a lot of stamina and effectively drained them. Alicent was the first to stir from her slumber when the sun's rays shone through the window.
"Mmm… Aeonar…"
"Mmm…?" Aeonar mumbled in her neck.
Alicent sighed. "Haaah! Not that I'm… complaining…" she yawned, "but we haven't made love more than five times in one night since the… the Maiden's Ball."
"Mmm. Yeah. Yes, we did… when I planted Aemma inside you back then."
Alicent pecked Aeonar's shoulder and the nape of his neck with gentle kisses. Then she looked down to where their bodies had remained joined. She still felt his cock inside her, softened though it may be. Their bodies were hot and drenched with sweat, their loins were sticky, and the room carried the faint smell of sex – permeating through the air. She shuddered when Alicent felt Aeonar slowly withdraw his manhood from her opening. "We should… get ourselves cleaned up and… get dressed. I'll have Talya draw us a hot bath," she yawned once more. "The children will be up soon."
"Indeed. Speaking of which, I've got to get ready for another council meeting this evening. I'll catch up with you afterward," Aeonar covers himself with a black robe. He heard a knock at the door. "Ah. Perfect timing…"
"Who…?" Alicent quickly covered herself in an olive-green robe.
The Young Dragon opened the door to reveal Talya, Alicent's lady-in-waiting.
"Good morning, my lady. My prince," Talya acknowledged. "Forgive me for disturbing you so early. The bath is ready for you."
"Good. And we'll need fresh sheets for the bed," Aeonar instructed.
"Of course."
The door closed once more. Aeonar turned to his wife, who by that point, merely shook her head.
"Don't look so pleased with yourself," Alicent rolled her eyes. She moved to stand, but her legs wobbled, making it difficult to momentarily stand. Holding onto the edge of the bed and chairs for support, she made her way toward the mirror to grab fresh garments before entering the bath.
King's Landing ― Near the outskirts of Blackwater Bay…
Escorted by the Kingsguard knights Ser Arryk and Ser Erryk, Aeonar took a leisurely stroll along the beaches of Blackwater Bay with his younger half-brother Aemond completely unconcerned. Having solidified his power base in the capital, the Young Dragon turned his gaze toward domestic matters while the Blacks built their military strength within King's Landing and Dragonstone. Against him stood the Caltrops who remained loyal to Queen Beatrice. The antagonism between the two factions was almost palpable and worsened by the day.
"When am I going to get a dragon?" Aemond complained.
"Patience, Aemond. Patience," Aeonar advised. "I've just been informed that Syrax laid a fresh clutch of eggs this morning. Once the Dragonkeepers place them in the warming chamber, you are free to choose whichever you prefer."
"And what if it doesn't hatch?"
"The Dragonmont houses plenty of untamed dragons beside the Dragonpit, all of them rather young – Tessarion, in particular. There are other options in case an egg doesn't hatch. You just need to know where to look, provided of course you steer clear of the Rhúqo region."
"What's out th―"
"It's forbidden, Aemond. That's all you need to know."
Aemond acknowledged in a respectful silence. "As you wish," he replied. He only heard of his older half-brother's reputation as a warrior from veterans and minstrels, especially from the song 'A Thousand Eyes, and Two' which originated from a traditional saying of his time as Master of Whisperers – a reference to Aeonar's extensive network of informants. Aemond trained with a sword daily and arduously studied history solely to meet the expectations placed on him, only for the cold, hard truth to remind him that he was tenth in the line of royal succession. However, that doesn't mean Aemond didn't have a role model to look up to. He eyed Blackfyre closely. "You once fought our uncle, Prince Daemon Targaryen. Many years ago."
"I did," Aeonar affirmed. "Daemon was a peerless warrior. He still is to this day. One of the most experienced swordsmen of his time."
"Yet you lost."
"Once. The Lykirī Mēre soon changed that. Closed the gap between us. When he raised a private army and seized Dragonstone for himself, I took it back – even his mighty dragon Caraxes didn't stand a chance against mine. Pity. Back then, I was hoping for a rematch. To finally put him in his place for good."
"Why? You believe yourself to be his better?"
"A warrior wouldn't say otherwise if he didn't have the skill nor the confidence to back it up. The same goes for me. So, I trained hard with the sword and bow every day, evaluate my strengths and weaknesses, push myself to go beyond my limits, and rid myself of any flaws I once had in the past to ensure I wouldn't lose to Daemon again." Aeonar glanced at Aemond. "Should the foolish malcontents wish to attack me, they're more than welcome to. Right now, I'm next in line for the throne – the only one fit to rule this land. But if there is a challenger who can defeat me, I will gladly hand over the reins."
Aemond listened and paid attention. A part of him was eager to prove himself in the eyes of his peers; to become a warrior worthy of House Targaryen. 'The Young Dragon', 'Heir to the Flames', 'King of Dragons', and 'The Black Prince'… These were the words gossiped about his half-brother. To better himself, he needed to study hard, train hard, and improve himself than before; as such, Aemond would utilize the advice given to him and find out how to proceed for himself – to discover his path and forge a legacy of his own.
"There you are!"
Aeonar and Aemond glanced over to see Ser Laenor Velaryon and his new lover, Ser Qarl Correy quickly catching up with them. Accompanying them were more than a dozen knights of the Young Dragon's Honor Guard, all of them armed as if they were expecting trouble.
"We've been told rumors of a plot against you," Laenor warned. "Seriously, there are rumblings of discontent afoot. You shouldn't be walking alone at a time like this."
"But you won't bother to stop me, Ser Laenor," Aeonar replied. I already know that. I'm counting on them to show themselves. His ears perked at the slightest sound as the wind changed direction. It's time. They're here. He turned to the Kingsguard. "Take Prince Aemond back to the Red Keep and inform Lord Commander Harrold," he ordered.
"But what about you?" Erryk inquired.
"Don't worry," Arryk replied. "I'll take him. Come, my prince," he told Aemond.
Aemond reluctantly complied; he wanted to see Aeonar in action up close. But he was in no position to argue.
Before long, one of the Honor Guardsmen moved in front – only to receive a sudden arrow to the neck. Gargling and choking on his blood, the knight collapsed to the ground.
"Assassins!" the Honor Guards shouted a warning.
"Form up!"
"Tighten formation around the prince!"
"Protect the Young Dragon!"
Ser Erryk unsheathed his sword, ready for battle. Laenor and Carl, meanwhile, did the same.
Aeonar, on the other hand, stared in the direction the arrow came from. "Huh. Give it up. Do you really think I have the time to waste on the likes of you?" he called out.
From beyond the corners of the cliffs, appeared a group of thirty men – armed with blades and bows, with arrows ready to fire. Judging by their physical appearance, neither of them appears to be of Westerosi origins. No, they had to come across the Narrow Sea itself. "The arrogance!" one of them scowled. "The tyranny of the dragon ends here! Remember the Free Cities! Nock, draw, loose!"
One by one, each assailant felled a barrage of arrows. The Honor Guard moved to raise their shields to protect Aeonar, though several of them got hit when the arrowheads pierced their armor – some sustained injuries, others unscathed, and a few were hit in vital areas.
"Tyranny? I see. So that's how you see it?" Aeonar replied. More Triarchy remnants, flailing mindlessly. Never knowing when to simply just fade from existence. I'll find out who sent you once I pry the information I need from your rotting corpses. Unsheathing a longsword from his left scabbard, he soon released Blackfyre from his right. "Nonetheless…" Twirling both blades in each hand, the Young Dragon was ready to fight. It is for the greater good. To do what needs to be done from the shadows while others refuse or don't have the stomach for it, no? "I'm not here as a witness. Your fate was sealed the moment you entered the dragon's lair." Then this is the path I must take. To test the will of the heavens, to defy fate itself.
As Lykirī Mēre agents dropped from atop the cliffs above onto the would-be Triarchy assassins, more assailants began pouring out of the woodwork. Although outnumbered 60 to 40, the Young Dragon felt more than confident about his odds. The assassination attempt turned into a fight for survival…
…but for whom?
Now… you shall burn for your sheer carelessness. To challenge the House of the Dragon is to ask for the sweet release of death itself!
King's Landing ― Street of Silk…
King Viserys, accompanied by his Kingsguard escorts, royal advisors, and the rest of his family, took a moment to enjoy themselves in the Street of Silk. Ser Harrold, on the other hand, noticed an increasing number of gold cloaks marching in formation to a certain point. Glancing up, the Lord Commander notices more Lykirī Mēre running along the rooftops, leaping from one building to another, and eventually climbing the battlements before disappearing over the side.
"Odd…"
"What's odd, Lord Commander?" Lyonel inquired.
"The City Watch are mobilizing in force. And those… things," Harrold points to the rooftops, "move with urgent swiftness."
"Maybe they're late to take a piss," Aegon the Elder chortled.
"Aegon!" Viserys scolded his son.
"To your stations! Move!" Harwin marched through the streets with his gold cloaks. "Go, go, go!" he barked orders.
"*RUUUUUUUUAA!*"
The local citizenry looked up to see Vaelor flying overhead. The dragon appeared to be in a hurry wherever he was going.
"That's Prince Aeonar's dragon," Lyonel recognized.
Harrold seemed tense. That could only mean one thing…
"Lord Commander!"
Harrold turned to see Ser Arryk with Prince Aemond in tow. "Ser Arryk, what's going on?" he inquired.
"Aemond?"
Aemond didn't respond to his father.
"Your Grace! Lord Commander, Prince Aeonar is under attack," Arryk reported. "Triarchy forces are attacking along the banks of the Blackwater!"
"What?!" Viserys exclaimed, both in fear and outrage.
"And you just left him there?" Harrold pressed.
"He asked to bring Prince Aemond back to the Red Keep for safety. Plus, his honor guard just arrived. Still, we should―"
"Send reinforcements to help! Prince Aeonar is in danger!"
King's Landing ― Near the outskirts of Blackwater Bay…
When Ser Harrold, Harwin, and reinforcements arrived, the scene that lay before them was a scene of utter chaos. Bodies littered, scattered all over the sandy dunes, the waves of the sea crashing against the shore. From the looks of it, it looked like a massacre had taken place as losses were inflicted on all sides; dead Triarchy agents, royal honor guards, and even a few Lykirī Mēre were lost in the chaos. Off in the distance, three warships were set ablaze – the smell of smoke and burning wood permeated the air as they slowly sank to the bottom of the ocean's depths.
"By the Gods… what happened here?" one of the gold cloaks tried not to retch from the stench of decay.
"This wasn't just an assassination attempt. It was a slaughter," another chimed.
"So many of them…"
"But where's the Crown Prince?"
"Where's the Young Dragon?"
Harrold, unlike the search party, remained composed as they walked past the dead bodies. So many of these faces were familiar – they were young, eager, yet experienced knights who earned a place within Aeonar's Honor Guard. While the gold cloaks did manage to find a few survivors, others were unfortunately not so lucky. The Lord Commander of the Kingsguard had his men search the bodies for any clues that could identify who these assailants were, other than they hailed from the Triarchy's city-states of Myr, Lys, and Tyrosh. Yet among the dead, he did not count his former apprentice to be among them. No, Harrold trained Aeonar since he was a young boy, and given his previous record on the battlefield – especially with these foreign assassins he was now in charge of, Aeonar would not be easy to take down.
"Lord Commander! We found our sworn brother!" Ser Lorent called out.
Harrold turned to see Ser Erryk, though wounded, still alive. "Ser Erryk. How bad is it?" he inquired.
"Ngh! Just a flesh wound, Lord Commander… but I'll-I'll live," Erryk groaned.
"Have you seen Prince Aeonar?"
The young Kingsguard knight pointed east. "We… We got separated around the eastern banks, near the cliffs," he reported. "Some of the others―Ngh! Some of the others went after him, but… there were simply too many."
"Was Ser Laenor among the dead?"
"No. No, Lord Commander. He… he and that, Ser Qarl, his name was… at least I think that's what his name was, they went in pursuit of the prince… and the assailants. You could still―Ooh! You could still catch up… if you follow the trail."
Harrold hummed. "I see. Brothers," he informed his comrades, "bring Ser Erryk back to the White Sword Tower and fetch the maesters. Get those scratches cleaned up. The rest of you on me," he ordered.
"Aye, ser!"
Follow the trail. Indeed, Ser Harrold ventured in the direction his underling pointed to and saw more dead bodies, plus a bloody trail. Footprints in the sand, signs of a scuffle. Up ahead, he could see Laenor and Qarl on the ground, both covered in dirt, soot, and dried blood. Both young men were utterly exhausted. "Ser Laenor. Ser Qarl," he approached. "Are you all right?"
"I… I think so," Laenor panted. "By the Gods, there were so many of them…"
"Where… where are the others?" Qarl asked. "Did they…?"
"Only a few can get back on their feet. But the others… they weren't as lucky."
"So… until now, it's just… just us?" I was their captain. They trusted me. They died for us.
"Where is the prince?" Harrold pressed.
Laenor shook his head. "I… I don't know," he panted, half delirious from pain and discomfort. "We… we got separated." He slowly raised his head. "It's the Triarchy. Too small for an invasion but were… armed to the teeth." The heir to Driftmark slowly raised himself to his feet. "We already determined they were after Prince Aeonar Targaryen and mobilized a defensive formation around him, but it's as if he somehow anticipated they would come for him."
"Do you know the last place you saw him?"
Qarl pointed toward the caves. "There," he said.
"Stay here, son. We'll get you patched up soon." Harrold turned to his men. "Men, double time! There might still be stragglers so ready your blades for battle!"
The Kingsguard and City Watch unsheathed their swords, ready for what they assumed to be a battle. There they saw a trail of blood leading directly to the caves; along the way, there were one, two, three, four… roughly six bodies – all of them Triarchy – sliced up and dismembered.
Harrold examined the bodies. Some of them were impaled and slashed, others were cleaved smoothly. This is the work of Valyrian steel, all right. We're getting close. For your father's sake, lad, you'd best still be alive in there. But the sound of ringing still soon reached his ears. "To arms!" he warned.
Onward, they hurried to the scene. There they saw Aeonar against six remaining Triarchy assailants. The last of his guards were dead, so only the Young Dragon himself remained. His pale lilac eyes tracked them all, his sense of hearing heightened to detect the faintest of sounds coming at him from all sides. With Blackfyre in one hand and a longsword in the other, Aeonar cuts down one before moving to swiftly fend off his attackers as they attack him all at once. He deflects their blows repeatedly, then repositions himself – killing a Tyroshi swashbuckler with a downward strike from both of his blades and two Lyseni duelists with swift flurries before sweeping in a forward arc. Three down, three remain. Aeonar again deflects their blows and slices the throat of another Myrish man, then runs through a Lyseni officer with Blackfyre.
"G-Gods be damned…!" the sole remaining Triarchy assailant cursed at his odds.
Aeonar stared at him. Pity. Dropping like flies and I'm not even trying. "You shouldn't have come here," he said. The Young Dragon noticed Ser Harrold and the others coming to his aid. Still, it didn't concern him as fourteen more Triarchy forces arrived on the beach to gather their comrade to retreat. "Leaving so soon?"
"Y-You won't be so lucky next time!"
"Oh, but you're not leaving yet." Aeonar tilted his head up. "Because there's someone else who has a bone to pick with you."
"*RUUUUUUUUAA!*"
"DRAGON!" one of the Triarchy officers warned.
Descending to the ground with astonishing speed, Vaelor lands down heavily directly on top of the Triarchy's exact position – although some managed to get out of the way to a safe distance, five were unfortunately squished beneath the Swiftrunner's draconic, reptilian feet.
"Vaelor is fiercely protective of me… and he is incredibly angry that you tried to harm his master. So he's not in a forgiving mood. What you've done here cannot be forgiven or forgotten."
"*ROOOOOOOOA!*" Vaelor roared menacingly.
"Triarchy scum," Aeonar called out. "In the name of my father Viserys of the House Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, I, Aeonar Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne, sentence you to die."
The fifteen Triarchy troops screamed and ran toward the water. Vaelor, however, glared at these small creatures with their sharp, shiny weapons running away. No, the Swiftrunner would not allow these men to get away from him. As if expecting the command to be given, Vaelor reared his head back and drew a deep breath as he began opening his jaws – a bright, orangish hue glows in the back of his throat as the fire burns in his belly.
"Dracarys."
In an instant, Vaelor spews forth an unyielding arc of dragonflame at the fleeing Triarchy troops, engulfing them almost immediately. Whatever pain they felt, whatever bloodthirsty screams of terror they let out, the assailants collapsed and were reduced to a pile of ashes after a few seconds. Both the Kingsguard and City Watch officers shielded their eyes and backed away upon feeling the intense heat of the blazing inferno.
Aeonar silently leans down at one of the enemy's corpses to retrieve a crumpled scroll from their pocket and began reading the message written in High Valyrian, his eyes tracing each content and his mouth forming words translating what their instructions were. So that's who sent you. Hahahaha… ah, Admiral Sharako. You are a bold one.
Harrold watched with concern at the enactment of punishment. What's happened to you, lad? I didn't train you to become this way… "Lad," he called out.
"I'm fine, Ser Harrold," Aeonar stoically replied, brushing a strand of hair away from his eyes. After a moment, he turned to them. "How many of my men were lost?"
Laenor and Qarl slowly limped forward. "25 dead, 9 wounded, 6 still standing – those six were your… assassins, cousin," he replied. Even against superior numbers, just one of those assassins is equal to ten men. But in a swarm… they could make armies tremble… It's one thing to hear about them, but it's another to see them in action again since we defeated the Crabfeeder at Bloodstone.
"Hmm. I see. Do what you can for the wounded and bury the fallen. Be sure to grant them posthumous honors." Aeonar then turns and begins to walk off the shores. "I'll need to summon the council for an emergency session."
Red Keep ― Small Council chambers…
"This is an outrage!" exclaimed Lyonel, Hand of the King.
"The Triarchy dares to send men to strike at our heart?!" even Lord Jasper, the Master of Laws, agreed with the notion.
The small council met for an emergency session about the latest attempt on Aeonar's life. Upon hearing of the failed assassination plot, King Viserys called for immediate action. As the debate riled up, the doors burst open to reveal Alicent, Rhaenyra, and the other children.
"Father!" Jaehaerys rushed in.
"Father!" the twins exclaimed.
"Papa!" Aemma and Daeron shrieked.
"Aeonar," Alicent hurriedly checked him over. "By the Gods, are you hurt?" she asked.
"I'm fine," Aeonar shook his head.
"How did this happen?" Rhaenyra demanded.
Aemond didn't reply. But the boy turned his head to hide a glowing smirk curling. It was one thing to hear about the plot, however, the stories of his older half-brother in action made him feel excited. Oh, how he wished he could have seen Aeonar in action – the Young Dragon, wielding Blackfyre, facing off against multiple enemies at once. Sadly, he never got the chance since he was being led away. Nevertheless, Aemond felt one day he would get his wish.
"Precisely what I want to know," Alicent agreed.
"Something needs to be done about this," Viserys coughed. "My son, we heard what happened – and hurried as fast as we could. But, from what Ser Harrold informed me, the situation had been taken care of… although at a great cost to your guards. Have you discovered the mastermind behind this plot?"
"I did," Aeonar confirmed. He threw the piece of paper on the tabletop. "Admiral Sharako Lohar of Lys, commander of whatever remains of the Triarchy's fleet. It seems that he and General Racallio formed a mutually beneficial partnership with one another if they both looked to take me down. Shame that some of their men were rather sloppy that they forgot to burn the letter instead of keeping it on their person."
"What does it say?" Tyland inspected.
"This message contains encrypted intelligence reports detailing the Triarchy's naval forces' exact position along the Narrow Sea and the Stepstones, how many ships there are as well as their supply lines. I've already sent word to Lord Corlys letting him know where to avoid the Triarchy, where to strike back, and, with any luck, to give Driftmark a chance to once again drive them away."
"Granted. I'll let House Velaryon know they have the crown's full support," Viserys notified. "However," he said, "we also need to guarantee your safety so that this does not happen again."
"And what of my men – my Honor Guard – those who died protecting me?" Aeonar inquired.
"We'll be sure to compensate you for your losses, and make an offering to your guardsmen's families," Lyman suggested.
"A statement I've heard before, Lord Lyman. As for this lapse in security, which allowed the Triarchy to sneak in undetected, speaks volumes. Now, I'll need to make preparations to ensure this does not happen again. For what might happen…" Aeonar turned to Viserys, "if they decide to go after you instead?" he said theoretically. "If there's nothing else, then you'll pardon me. I have a lot of work to do." Aeonar turned around and left the small council chamber, accompanied by his family.
"There's more, isn't there?" Alicent questioned.
"Something the rest of those lords are either incapable of seeing or refuse to. But no matter. I have faith in the Sea Snake's naval prowess and experience at sea." Aeonar glanced over his shoulder, staring at his children. "Tell me, son. What problem do you see with a land at war?"
"Me?" Jaehaerys asked unsurely. "I'm… afraid I have no experience in such matters, father."
"Tell me."
"Well… order would be disturbed. Peace shattered, chaos fostered, and discord engendered in more ways than one."
"Hmm. Imbeciles are allowed to run about unchecked. No matter how many dullards we defeat, more will always rise to challenge us. Do you see, my children? We must always be ready to meet the next threat to our family."
"I… I understand, father," Jaehaerys replied.
"U-Us too," Aegon and Viserys echoed.
"Yeah," Daeron readily agreed.
"Good. But for now, be sure to get some rest. You have a long day ahead." And I will need to dispatch my agents abroad and at home. The malcontents are not one to remain idle for long.
Chapter End
Author's Note: We conclude this chapter with the Triarchy attempting to assassinate Aeonar Targaryen, only for some of them to walk into his trap. Using Blackfyre in action, I'm sure it left quite a deal of maiming and dismemberment in close-quarters combat. Regardless, no matter how skilled the Lykirī Mēre may be, even they are just as vulnerable as anyone else. We also get to see a conversation between Aeonar and Aemond, discussing various topics such as dragons and the Young Dragon himself passing on knowledge that Aemond one day might take advantage of. What will occur in future chapters? Let me know.
randomdude24: Nice chapter, getting into the mind of Aeonar. Now whether he's morally right or wrong is debatable.
Question about Aeonar's character, did you base him off any real world historical figures?
―Aeonar would be clarified as a Byronic hero with some of his methods/actions comparable to that of Joseph Stalin
SupremeWarwick14: I knew that the men in the boats were people with a plot, perhaps assassins. I was right in that matter, yet I expected them to be of the Caltrops, not the Triarchy. Which it's an interesting development. Aeonar's actions directly against them still haunt him, but them sending assassins to King's Landing is a very bold move. I loved the whole battle. It was very well written and amazing . And while I understand that Sir Harrold was disgusted at her apprentice's cruelty, I do not know what was he expecting. The Targeryens used dragons to burn their enemies all the time. Has he forgotten which House does he serve?
I was really surprised at seeing Aeonar spending time with Aemond. He sees he has potential, yet he doesn't seem to care about him. However, in my opinion, it was not a desire of maybe to bond with his half-siblings, he wanted to get the Caltrops involved.
After seeing many chapters, I think that Aeonar is a true grey character, a man ready to commit atrocities to protect those he cares about, but he really loves his family and his kingdom. He also recognizes the society that it is Westeros, and wants his family to live at their standard, but also his, which it's that threats are always rising up (that's true) and that his beliefs that fear is a useful tools. Given Machiavelli' teachings and Westeros' society, I don't think it's a bad approach, not bad, yet not the best. However I don't think he would be well remembered by the people, not as loved as Jaehaerys at least. And he must make sure to not attack her own people unnecessarily nor to bring his brutality too far.
I see this going two ways: a second war on the Stepstones or another direct attack against the Triarchy Cities.
In general, an amazing chapter.
Questions:
- Meta question: How enjoyable is to write Aeonar? Is it difficult sometimes?
―It can be difficult sometimes; most of the time, I have to look into historical figures who might fit the description for any ideas.
- What does Aeonar think about his father doing absolutely nothing to prevent a civil war after his death? Does he cut him some slack for his sickness? Or perhaps, he expects nothing from him?
―Doing absolutely nothing does more harm than good so he expects nothing from him and prefers to do it himself.
- I take that Aeonar is disappointed of Laenor for his actions with Rhaenyra, isn't him? What are his current thoughts on him?
―He entrusted him as captain of his Honor Guard and to father children, but he couldn't with the latter so he's disappointed in him.
- Does Aeonar ever think that if he didn't pulled Plan Zero, the Triarchy wouldn't attack Westeros so constantly, and especialy him?
―In Aeonar's eyes, if he didn't enact Plan Zero, the Triarchy would've been in a much stronger position.
- What was the true reason that Aeonar spent time with Aemond?
―I think it was Aemond who chose to spend time with Aeonar - wanting to learn as much as he could from him.
- Aeonar has been willing to "question" children, assassinations and commit kinslaying. What would you say it's his moral limit? Some thing he would never do?
―There's only so much a person can take before the lines get blurred and boundaries crossed until one eventually snaps.
mpowers045: Oh boy they're so going to get it now
C.E.W: So Aeonar Targaryen finally talked to his younger half-brother Aemond, about dragons, how to be a warrior and some about his history with Daemon. Aemond does seem to admire his older half-brother, draogn rider and a great warrior. Aemond will strive to better, training with the sword, studying history and to ride a great dragon. Of course that will one day put him at odds with Aeonar and his children as they will stand on different sides in a conflict.
So the Triarchy attempted an assassination attempt on Aeonar's life after all. Feeble apparently, nice job for showing that Aeonar's Lykiri Mere are not invincible, makes for a better story. The Crown is not let this attack slide. The Blacks and Caltrops might have a common enemy the Triarchy to go against for the time being.
Things are going to get worse in the coming chapters.
Questions:
Will the Crown be sending reinforcements for House Velaryon against the Triarchy?
―At Aeonar's behest, yes.
Will the Caltrops be on board against the Triarchy? Aemond could've been in danger had Aeonar not sent him back to the keep.
―A momentary ceasefire between the Blacks and Caltrops will take place considering both princes from their respective factions were caught in the crosshairs.
What is Beatrice's reaction to this attack?
―She'll be pissed.
Will there be showing of reactions of the attack from Laena and Daemon? Or Corlys and Rhaenys?
―At some point.
Guest #1: Did Beatrice and the caltrops gave the Remnants of the Triarchy to ambush Aeonar?
―Debatable. Anything is possible, though I doubt Beatrice would knowingly place one of her own sons in danger to try to get rid of her stepson out of spite.