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Red Keep ― Tower of the Hand…
― One week before the wedding ―
"Nnhh… Mhaa…!"
Aeonar, gripping Alicent's hips, continued pounding into her tight, wet cunt. He had mounted her from behind like a bitch in heat and had her on all fours. The familiar feeling of her warm inner walls' muscles tightened around his girth once more, greedily pulling him further in. Aeonar heard Alicent softly moaning beneath him, driving her hips backward to meet his thrusts. She gasped heavy breaths, trembling under the increasing pleasure from her husband's dick sliding in and out of her. Her womanhood leaked juices around his shaft, making it easy for him to enter and hit the right spots at the right angle; each thrust elicited a slight contraction. But, by the Gods, he felt so good inside of her!
"Ooh, mmm~! Harder, harder…~"
Aeonar complied with his wife's request and sped up his building momentum with full strokes, sinking deeper and deeper each time he drove in. His hands remained firmly gripped around Alicent's hips, angling her ass a little higher before ramming into her until he filled her. He looked down at the lewd sight of his dick plunging and receding from his wife's tight pussy. A small yelp can be heard every time his shaft ground against a rough patch on the upper part of her insides, indicating he poked at her sensitive G-spot. Aeonar sighed deeply, holding himself back from releasing too early. Gods be good; Alicent wanted this just as much as he did. Her ass jiggled with each thrust, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. Raising one hand, he spanked his wife's right ass cheek.
"Ah! Ooh, fuck!" Alicent yelped, gripping the sheets beneath her for dear life. "Mmm, oh, yes… More! Push it deeper in me!" she buried her face in the mattress to suppress a barely stifled moan. While usually submissive when engaging in lovemaking, Alicent wanted to please her husband in bed just as much as he pleased her. Her hips swayed, pushing her ass back against his thighs to meet his forward thrust repeatedly. "Ahhh, oooh, mmm, mhaa!"
Aeonar gritted his teeth and felt his pulse quicken. His breathing becomes rapid with each thrust. How she tried to match his rhythm, step for step, only fed into his appetite more. Even after eighteen years of marriage, Aeonar still found Alicent sexually attractive. He longed for her. He desired her touch, her taste. She was his, and he was hers. Her vaginal walls tightened around him as the bed caught a trembling moan from her muffled lips. Then, driven to lustful desire, he pumped his dick in and out of Alicent's pussy as deep, hard, and fast as he could with primal yearning, his thighs and core tightening and releasing as he filled her with his thick penetration, battering her sex with his thrusts.
"Mmm, harder. Please…" Alicent lets out a breathless moan. "Ooh, Aeonar, you feel so good inside me…~"
Aeonar leaned against Alicent, pressing her against the mattress. His chest pressed against her back, their naked bodies warming each other while he rutted away like a wild animal. "Sīkudi nopāzmi (Seven hells), your cunt feels very good, Alicent. So wet and tight." She raises her hips against his, grinding away as if in heat. "You like this, don't you? When I take control like this?" he whispered with a low, gruff into her ear. "You wanted this for a long time, didn't you?"
"Y-Yes, yes, husband! My heart, body, and soul are yours! But, ooh, Gods… don't stop. Please don't stop! I want you so bad!"
"Tell me what you like, Alicent. What you want."
"P-Please don't tease me like this…"
"Do it. Come on. Tell your future king what you want him to do."
"I-I want… Aaah! I want you―ngh…! I want to… aah… feel you cum…~ In me! I want you… to cum… deep inside me… I want you to give me another baby!~" Alicent whimpered. She turned to look back over her shoulder to gaze at him, hair strewn about her face drenched with sweat, her breathing more rapid. The look on her face told him she was enjoying it just as much as he was. "Please, Aeonar, don't tease me like this any longer. I-I can't take it! Please! You're going to make me cum again!" Her legs raised behind his, her toes curled as she was still held down.
Aeonar knew Alicent was getting tired. After several orgasms, her stamina was depleting. Which was fortunate for her since the Young Dragon felt his loins tighten, and his dick began to swell and twitch inside her. "If that's… ugh, what you want," he gritted his teeth, groaning with desire, "then take it. I'll give you another baby! I'll give you every. Last. Fucking. Drop! Take it all." His powerful thrusts don't stop, nor does his quickened pace as he plunges his cock deep in and out of Alicent's pussy, making her secrete more fluids. He felt the tension in his core burning. It wasn't long before his own release became imminent. "Fuck, here it comes, Alicent. Here it COMES!" Pleasure rippled through them as they both gave into their orgasmic release; Alicent shook and quivered as Aeonar spurt his seed deep into her fertile womb.
Both collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. The air is filled with the sounds of their panting; the smell of sex permeates the room; their bodies remain connected. They can barely keep their eyes open. Satisfied with his conquest, Aeonar leans his face into Alicent's neck, breathing her scent in. He steadily released his hold on her hips and lightly caressed her buttocks, sides, shoulders, and arms, drawing a line down to her hands where he interlocked his fingers with hers.
"Haah… haah… Was it… Was it good for you?" Alicent panted.
"More than good," Aeonar replied. "You… were amazing, Alicent. Always have, always will."
"Good. I… I'm glad. I love you…"
"And I love you… prūmio ñuho (my heart)."
Aeonar and Alicent kissed each other. It was initially awkward to reciprocate their affections, considering he was still leaning against her back and having to do it from over her shoulder. Still, like any other couple, the two learned quickly. When they broke away, Aeonar slowly raised himself and withdrew from Alicent, listening to her faint yet brief whimper as he pulled his limp cock out of her. His seed slowly seeps out of her pussy, resulting from his conquest. The Young Dragon knew how much his princess consort loved babies. After all, she gave birth and raised five wonderful children. His children; their children. And if Alicent did indeed want to have another child with him, then Aeonar would not deny her request.
Their oldest, Jaehaerys, was seventeen years old – a young adult and popular at court for his keen diplomatic mind; their twin sons, Aegon and Viserys, were fourteen and had since assumed their first real responsibilities last year. Aegon had already married their thirteen-year-old sister, Aemma, per House Targaryen's ancient traditions and customs of keeping their Valyrian blood pure. Soon enough, they must also find a suitable match for Viserys. And Daeron, their youngest, was eleven. He was still a child and had plenty of time on his hands, provided the princeling didn't drive anyone crazy with his wild, unpredictable behavior.
Even if the almost tragic incident surrounding Daeron's birth troubled him, Aeonar was sure that this time would be different. Rolling beside her, the two soon fell asleep.
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― One week after the wedding ―
In the highest level of the Tower of the Hand, Aeonar has had a busy schedule. Ever since his father fell ill, the king had mostly been confined to his bedroom with only a list of exceptionally qualified caregivers to give him the proper medical treatment he needed to get well. Although Grand Maester Orwyle ensured him that King Viserys was in capable hands, Aeonar wouldn't leave it to chance, so he assigned his personal maester, Alwyn, to take charge of the matter personally. With the king momentarily unable to perform his royal duties to the realm, the Young Dragon felt it was his responsibility as Hand of the King to govern the Seven Kingdoms in his father's name. In all his thirty-five years, he spent his life being educated and trained for when the inevitable came. Ever since he was named Prince of Dragonstone when he was ten, Aeonar carried onward in his responsibilities. Day after day, one letter after another, he read them all.
'On behalf of House Lothston, we beseech the crown to intervene as the unruly rabble pouring in from Lord Harroway's Town has sullied our fields with their unholy, lowborn stench…' Ah, Seven hells, it's a trivial matter, not a severe affair worth our time or resources. Have them petition their liege Lord Grover Tully if they insist on their persistent whining! Aeonar shook his head. Reaching for another parchment, his eyes traced the words. Identifying it as a border dispute over the rights to the Neck between House Frey of the Crossings and House Reed of Greywater Watch. Ah, of course… Fool Frey. Again. Aeonar read closer. In this message, the Reeds accused the Freys of crossing their borders to annex lands that were not rightfully theirs and increasing their tolls for passage into the Riverlands. Dipping his quill in ink, the Young Dragon wrote a formal nullification of the Frey's claims, declaring their actions illegal, and proclaimed the swampy bog as the southernmost territorial region of the North, recognizing House Reed as the rightful ruler of the Neck. "Sometimes the Freys are more trouble than they are worth," he sighed.
"A strategic location which made them quite wealthy, though they sometimes need a reminder of overstepping their boundaries," Otto replied. Since returning to the capital with most of his sons, the former Hand was brought on as an advisor to the current Hand, his son-in-law, once again bringing the older Hightower politician close to the crown. "The Crannogmen will no doubt be pleased with such a decision."
"'Pleased'? Otto, the Freys are like fat nofel (cattle). They feed and feed and complain only when their meal is interrupted." Aeonar folded the letter, poured hot wax, and stamped it. "Send this and a copy to the Crossing and Greywater Watch. No delays." He informed a page. Once the youth left, Aeonar turned back to Otto. "Greed is an example of such a plague, a weed that will continue to grow before they inevitably strangle you in your sleep if ignored for too long."
"As was prevented by the Old King in the aftermath of Maegor's tyranny. Responsibility is not expertise. Action is not inherently superior to inaction. Even the wisest kings have had to learn from the mistakes of the past to avoid repeating them."
"One in which the malcontents had forgotten. They forget that it was because of King Jaehaerys I and Septon Barth who gave them six decades of peace. They set things right, and what happened afterward when they passed? Betrayal and corruption." Aeonar massaged his temples. The twitching and tugging at his nerves were bothering him. "Forgive me. It isn't easy to get used to asking anyone for help. The idea of my great-grandfather's legacy being squandered is… unnerving."
Otto noticed his posture. "When was the last time you slept?" he asked.
"What?"
"You look tired."
Aeonar looked up at his father-in-law from his desk, annoyed. Otto still didn't know about the dreams, but how would he? No one other than those of Valyrian descent could. Others could be interpreted through cryptic speech if not in dreams through sleep. If someone did try to explain them, people would look at them as if they were a deranged madman. "What does my sleep schedule have to do with this?" he pressed.
"Your condition," Otto answered. "Viserys told me what he learned from the archives. Even translating old High Valyrian runes so I could understand them."
"Of course, my son would do something like that. Such important matters would have to be discussed in private."
"If such affliction could affect your cognitive functions―"
"'Affliction'? Do I look ill to you or something?" Aeonar furrowed his brow. "It's not something an outsider would comprehend." He shook his head. "Such delusions are what caused this whole mess to unfold; the manifestations of insanity." He sighed. "All right, then. Humor me, Otto. What exactly has my son told you about these… dreams?"
"I won't claim to be an expert on the Valyrian Freehold, but based on what I've heard from my grandsons, being highly resistant to fire is a rare trait. Dreamers are even rarer. After all, this 'gift' spared House Targaryen from sharing the fate of the other dragonlords who perished during the Doom. Lord Aenar the Exile, a man once belittled by others as a coward who fled, heeded his daughter's warnings about the impending fall of Old Valyria. Those same men who had previously snubbed him were left with nothing to say when the city was inevitably destroyed twelve years after the Targaryen's departure. It was commonly believed that the Dreamers had ended with Daenys herself, but it seems that this may not be the case. Your father, His Grace, spoke of dreams several times many years ago, and certain words he used seem to fit the description of prophetic dreams. Even Alicent confided in me that you have sometimes been experiencing great discomfort at night and have been prone to talking in your sleep. Princess Helaena's responses to certain inquiries have also been quite… cryptic, as of late these past four years."
Yes, except you didn't cut your wife open based on dreams, Otto. Aeonar shook his head with annoyance, preferring to concentrate on his work. "So even Alicent told you," he said.
"She is my daughter," Otto replied. "And our future queen. Why else would she share her concerns with other members of her own family? Was there something you were not telling her?"
"Otto, if I acted on impulse based on a few dreams alone, I would rather fall on my own sword than succumb to such lunacy."
The former Hand appeared somewhat skeptical, not entirely convinced by what he had just heard. Then, suddenly, the door creaked open, and in walked Alicent.
"The princess consort, Lady Alicent Hightower, my Lord Hand," Ser Erryk announced her arrival.
Aeonar and Otto looked up to greet her. Alicent held a tray containing a cup of steaming warm tea and a small plate of food.
"Are you hungry? I brought you breakfast," Alicent inquired.
"Mmm, yes, thank you," Aeonar replied.
Alicent placed the tray on Aeonar's desk, but the Young Dragon noticed something else underneath his cup.
"What's that?"
"A letter arrived from Duskendale. It's from Rhaenyra."
Rhaenyra? Aeonar hadn't heard from his sister, Daemon, or nephews in years. The Young Dragon appeared uninterested in what she had to say. However, Rhaenyra persisted in writing to him. Other than that, his children were permitted to visit their aunt and cousins for leisure activities, so long as their responsibilities were not neglected. As he unfolded the letter, he recognized her handwriting and proceeded to read its contents. Rhaenyra updated him on recent events since their unpleasant separation, likening King's Landing to her stay as House Darklyn's guest in Duskendale and her three sons, Jace, Luke, and Joffrey. She also inquired about her niece, nephews, their father… and him. Although she enjoyed his children's company whenever they went to see her, she wanted to see her brother again. Rhaenyra acknowledged that she should have reached out to them first, but her love for their uncle clouded her judgment at the time. She expressed remorse for the turmoil Aeonar had been forced to endure by himself, stretching from their childhood to the present. Surprisingly, he learned that Rhaenyra had given birth to a pure-blooded Targaryen named Aemon, after their great-uncle. Near the end, Rhaenyra reaffirmed her loyalty to their family and expressed her affection for Aeonar as his sister; concluding the message, she privately asked Alicent to take good care of her brother, whereas she could not.
"She misses you," Alicent explained.
I'm sure she does.
"But the fact remains," Otto stated, "that Rhaenyra and Daemon should be kept far away from this court. Given the current unpleasant tensions, recalling them would only worsen the situation instead of resolving it."
"But how long will this punishment continue, father?"
"Until the matter is resolved."
"And when will that be?"
Just as Otto was about to reply, Princess Aemma arrived to meet them.
"Father! Father, I need to talk to you," Aemma said urgently.
"Aemma? What's wrong?" Alicent approached her daughter, maternally soothing her.
Aeonar looked up at his daughter. Analyzing her posture and tone of voice, she sounded troubled. "Aemma," he rose from his seat to join Alicent in comforting their child. "Aemma, what's going on?" he inquired.
"I think someone's trying to do something terrible to grandpa."
"W-What?" Alicent said with a profound sense of shock.
That is a serious accusation.
"Here. Look," Aemma presented the cup she snatched earlier.
"Where did you get that?" Otto asked.
"I was keeping grandpa company earlier this morning until his afflictions returned. His Grace was in so much pain. He asked me to bring him his tea, but when I went to give it to him, it smelled funny. Perhaps a little too potent."
"Show me." Aeonar was quite insistent. As his daughter raised the cup higher, he leaned forward to take a whiff of it. However, his expression soon contorted into a grimace. "Milk of the poppy?" he realized.
Aemma nodded affirmatively. "Yes, father. This whole cup is laced with it," she explained. "If he had drank it―"
"It would have rendered him comatose," Otto stated. "Milky of the poppy is a powerful sedative used to lessen the pain and should only be administered to a certain level to render someone unconscious before surgery. If whoever drugged the king's tea with this amount, His Grace would not awaken again."
Aeonar frowned. Treason! Everywhere I look, there are always treasonous wretches. "Find out who's been concocting this poison. Start with the Grand Maester's inner circle if you have to," he firmly instructed. Then, he turned to his daughter. "Firefly, listen very carefully. Please go to Farrier. Tell our Master of Whisperers everything you just told us. Your mother, grandfather, and I will take care of the rest. And don't let the queen's lackeys see you. Understand?"
Aemma nodded and fled the room without hesitation.
The morning, after King Viserys's health took a turn for the worse, Aeonar, Alicent, and Otto gathered to brainstorm a plan of action. They were determined to do everything in their power to stabilize him. However, Aemma's bombshell revelation had them all on edge. The idea that someone within the castle might be intentionally hurting the king was a terrifying thought. His current state of agony was unbearable, and it was clear that something had to be done. Even the Young Dragon, who had never seen eye to eye with his father for almost twenty years since his mother's tragic passing, understood the dire consequences if he were to die now. But Aeonar was confident in his daughter and Farrier's abilities as his chosen successor. They would get through this tumultuous time together.
However…
…the twitching and tugging of nerves in the back of his head were becoming increasingly erratic…
…and very painful.
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― The following morning ―
Red Keep ― Maegor's Holdfast…
Alicent wrung a cool, wet cloth and dabbed her face. Today was a rather hot one, indeed. Hot, muggy, humid. It wasn't something she was used to. But that wasn't what was on her mind. It's been over a week since her children Aegon and Aemma were wed. Of course, as a devout follower of the Faith, she frowned on the taboo regarding incest. But they were Targaryens; their traditions and customs differed from the Andals who initially brought the Faith of the Seven to Westeros during the Andal invasion thousands of years ago or even the First Men who worshipped the Old Gods of the Forest. But the Doctrine of Exceptionalism excluded the Targaryens as they originated from Valyria, not Andalos, where different laws and traditions held sway. So the Iron Throne would defend the Faith, and in return, the Faith would not speak out against the Targaryen's practice of incestuous marriages.
"If you keep standing there like a statue, holding that trinket, you'll develop wrinkles."
Alicent shook her head, staring out the window. "Make fun of me if you must, husband, but this is our daughter and son we're talking about," she caught on to the joke. "This is it… isn't it?"
"Yes," Aeonar nodded. "This is it."
"It's remarkable how quickly time flies, especially when we watch our children grow up right before our eyes. Seeing how much they've changed over the years. Jaehaerys, Aegon, Viserys, Aemma, Daeron… all of them."
"We've given them all the tools and support they need. The future is in their hands now - the next generation can achieve great things with everything they've learned from those who've come before them."
"'The next generation.'" Alicent repeated. "It's fascinating how our ancestors ensured their wisdom was passed down through the centuries. It's still a valuable practice. Still, it's comforting to know that we can do our part to keep important teachings alive for those who will come after us when we're gone." She shook her head before turning back to Aeonar with a warm smile. "Perhaps I should start on what to say to our grandchildren when they ask us questions."
"We'll make up a good story for them," Aeonar reassured her.
"I could teach them history, literature, music, the holy tenants of the Faith… I could even tell them a story about how their brave, handsome grandfather wooed the 'shy, naive, nail-biting' Hightower maiden he's known since they were children and made her the happiest woman in the realm."
"Don't forget how you raised their parents to be smart, well-behaved, and have a good conscience."
"Hm. I don't think I was the only good influence on them."
As they held each other tightly, Alicent and Aeonar basked in a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, away from the struggles they had faced for what felt like forever. It was hard to believe how they got here. They had known each other since they were little children at the royal court and spent two decades together, with eighteen years of marriage and five children of their own, two of whom had already married each other. They were looking forward to discussing the prospect of future grandchildren, but little did they know, fate had something else in store. Their children were about to face challenges without their parents' guidance or protection, and the forces of destiny would shape their paths.
Soon, a ruckus emanated from down the hall, which had grown increasingly louder.
"What's that sound?" Alicent turned.
Aeonar didn't know, but something in his mind told him otherwise. "Let's go check it out," he said. "Gēn wǒ lái. (Follow me.)" he told his Lykirī Mēre escorts in Yi Tish.
Alicent took the initiative and began her investigation. Aeonar quickly joined her in the pursuit. They were met with a tumultuous uproar of angry shouting, screaming, and cursing. The chaos escalated to the sound of aggressive thuds and vicious blows being exchanged. The scene that greeted them would be forever burned into their brains when they saw all of their children surrounding Aegon the Elder, who had gotten involved, as evidenced by Aemma's torn dress and desperate attempts to crawl away as her brothers proceeded to beat the living daylights out of their uncle before being separated and restrained by the Kingsguard.
"Oh, my Gods! Aemma!" Alicent gasped and hurriedly rushed to her daughter, deeply worried.
"M-Mother!" Aemma crawled over to Alicent, buried her face in her mother's shoulder, and tightly wrapped her arms around her. She cried as her mother caressed her.
"What do you lads think you're doing—" Ser Arryk tried speaking up.
"He tried to rape Aemma!" Aegon the Younger snapped.
The Kingsguard gasped in shock. Sure, they protect the king and members of the royal family, but what would their code as knights of honor say if they stood by while another tried to assault someone from the same family sexually? Sure, they knew of Aegon the Elder's womanizing ways, but this took things too far.
"Father!"
Everyone turned to see Aeonar standing there in the hallway. Accompanied by the Lykirī Mēre, the Young Dragon made his presence known. It was then that the entire corridor felt increasingly cold. Finally, Aeonar turned to his daughter, still crying in Alicent's neck. "Aemma?" When he examined her, his pale lilac eyes glared at them. "Who did this?" his voice was menacingly low, but his tone sent chills down the men-at-arms who arrived on the scene.
"HE DID!" the Targaryen children all pointed at Aegon the Elder, who remained to lie in a pool of his blood. "He tried to rape Aemma! We all heard her call for help and saw him trying to rip her clothes off!"
"He did WHAT?!" Aeonar said sharply.
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For hours, Aeonar and Alicent never left Aemma's side. Ever the protective parents they were, once they learned the truth about what had transpired, they were outraged. How dare Aegon the Elder try to do such a thing, especially to their daughter! Not even Queen Beatrice could find an excuse for what her son had done and was appalled when told what her son did; even Lord Unwin Peake was disgusted. That still didn't stop Aeonar's sons Jaehaerys, Aegon the Younger, Viserys, and Daeron from insisting that punishment needed to be done. Otto, who had been informed of the failed sexual assault against his only granddaughter, was determined to rid the court of such maliciousness. And with King Viserys, who coincidentally walked into the act, collapsed due to a stroke, something needed to be done.
"Shh, shh. Easy, easy," Alicent held her daughter, brushing her hand along her hair to reassure her child that she was there to protect her. No one was going to harm her now.
"Mama~," Aemma buried her face in her mother's neck.
"It's okay, my dear girl. I'm here. Everything's going to be all right." Alicent looked up at Aeonar. "This cannot go on like this, husband. As a mother. Such injustice cannot thrive in this court or anywhere in general. If unchecked―"
"I know," Aeonar snarled. Gripping the chalice in his hand, the Young Dragon was just as angry as his consort was. But this also gave him the chance to get rid of his younger half-brother for good. "This crime is not just irredeemable; it's inexcusable. Aegon will pay for what he's done to our daughter. That I can reassure you. As a father."
"Whatever you have to do, I suggest we do it now while the Caltrops are preoccupied."
Aeonar and Alicent were in agreement. Something needed to be done. Aegon the Elder had to go. When the Blacks learned what happened to their leader's daughter, they publicly condemned the Caltrops for Aegon the Elder's attempted rape. Even if was met with denial on their part, the number of witnesses who suffered the same fate before and the testimony proving otherwise was met with fierce condemnation. Princess Aemma Targaryen was loved by the smallfolk.
The door was soon opened.
"Is Aemma in here?" Helaena arrived. After two years had passed, Helaena's belly had grown round and swelled. It was then determined that she was heavily pregnant with Aegon the Elder's child. Though her facial expression was uncertain, she had another motive for coming. "I heard what happened," she explained.
Aeonar and Alicent were skeptical, watching her with suspicion. Before long, the Young Dragon begrudgingly stood aside. Helaena cautiously passed her elder half-brother and stood before Alicent, who watched her just as intently. She knelt before her and was unsure what to do. Helaena was mature enough to understand what her brother-husband tried to do to Aemma and what he did to countless other young women was wrong. She raised her hand as if to reach out to comfort her niece but withdrew her palm just as quickly.
"Aemma? Can you… hear me?" Helaena tried to communicate clearly.
Aemma slowly turned her head to see Helaena kneeling in front of her. The recent events that had transpired were still fresh. Her aunt determined she didn't want to be touched by anyone other than those she trusted most. But before long, Aemma nearly lunged at Helaena, wrapping her arms around her aunt. Helaena was startled, also not liking to be physically touched by anyone else but didn't resist.
Aeonar watched before shaking his head and leaving in a hurry. As he turned the halls, a small group of Lykirī Mēre turned to join him. "Nǐ yǒu shé me? (What do you have?)" he instructed.
One of the acolytes handed him a document. "Wǒmen zài tā mén wài shùle sān gèrén. (We count three men outside his door.)" she explained in Yi Tish.
"Aftó yakun qayima apopsinós frourós. (This is the roster for tonight's guard.)" another replied in Old Ghiscari.
Aeonar examined the roster. "Ser Arryk, Ser Rickard… and Ser Criston," he read.
"Nahn faqat mia efkairía. lidhalik 'iidha kan ealayna altasaruf, tóte tóra eínai i óra. (We only have one chance at this. So if we have to act, then now's the time.)"
"Bùguò bié dānxīn. Jīn wǎn jiāng yǒuyī chǎng dà fēngbào. (But don't worry. There's going to be a big storm tonight.)"
From across the Blackwater Bay, an ominous storm cloud was steadily approaching. The loud boom of echoing thunder can be heard from the harbor.
"Zhēn de. (True.)" Aeonar noticed the imminent storm. He could smell a change in the air's moisture and feel the change in pressure. There is a storm coming. "Jēda iksa. (The time is now.)" The Young Dragon's eyes burned with fury. His inner dragon had awakened. No one puts their hands on my daughter and walks away. NO ONE! "Emméno alzilal. (Stick to the shadows.)"
"Emméno alzilal. (Stick to the shadows.)"
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Aegon the Elder lay on his bed, heavily medicated with milk of the poppy to deaden the pain he was in. Both his arms and six of his ribs were broken, but he also sustained damage to his organs as well. It was dark. A heavy thunderstorm had swept through the capital; flashes of lightning crackled through the skies, thunder boomed so loudly, and the torrential downpour was making it more ominous. After being viciously attacked, Queen Beatrice assigned three Kingsguard to her son's door.
But the candles in his room flickered.
Aegon didn't understand why. The windows were closed. How could the light dim so slightly? But as he raised his head, Aegon suddenly saw six Lykirī Mēre standing in his room! How did they get past the Kingsguard?! They were right outside the door! What's more, Aeonar was with them too. Fear gripped Aegon tightly, and he tried to call for help, but the Lykirī Mēre were faster and quickly pounced on him, shoving a rolled-up cloth in his mouth to keep him quiet and pinning him to his bed by his arms and legs to keep him from moving. Not that he could, of course. No matter how hard Aegon tried to resist, the milk of the poppy left him exhausted and weak, unable to defend himself.
He was now helpless and at the mercy of the Young Dragon.
"Whatever you do," Aeonar approached, his voice low and threatening, "wherever you go," he unsheathed a serrated blade, "I will be watching you."
"Mmm! Umm-Uhmmm! Mmm!" Aegon muffled beneath the bound gag. He's going to kill me, he's going to kill me, he's going to kill me!
"Don't worry. I'm not going to kill you. Instead, you'll be spending the rest of your pathetic, miserable life with the Night's Watch. I hear they've been looking for recruits."
Aegon felt his blood run cold. Him? Exiled to that frozen wasteland?! He enjoyed having fun as much as the next man does, but he'd rather be dead than live as a lowborn commoner with no way out.
"However," Aeonar continued, "what you did, not just to the women you've fucked, but for what you tried to do to my daughter… that is something that cannot be forgiven. Nor can it be forgotten." He lowered the tip of his blade between Aegon's legs. "You… must be punished for that. And this time, you will never do it again."
In an instant, Aeonar aggressively stabbed Aegon the Elder's crotch, twisting and turning the knife before pulling back to geld him in a painful manner. The young prince screamed and howled in agonizing pain as the Young Dragon and his men fled through the window under cover of night. The storm's darkness concealed their presence, the rain and thunder muffled their sounds, and they were gone.
When the gag fell out, the Kingsguard burst into the room upon hearing Aegon's screams. They searched the room, swords were drawn, in search of whoever did this.
But Criston had a feeling that he knew who did.
Chapter End
Author's Note: And here we go. We're picking up where we left off. This filler arc chapters slowly coincides with the previous chapter surrounding Aemma. We catch a glimpse on Aeonar's and Alicent's lives with the Young Dragon serving as Hand of the King. There the two spend quality time together, Otto has a role to play when it comes to advising his son-in-law, and the two parents' thoughts on what to do with Aegon the Elder after hearing everything that's happened. But let's just say Aeonar had something else in mind. No one hurts his dearest firefly and gets away with it. So Aegon shared the same fate as Criston, only the gelding was done painfully under the cover of night. Egh! But after inspect the room once the assailants fled, Criston had an idea as to who cut Aegon's dick off as he too suffered the same. What are you opinions as we get closer to the end of the timeskip? Let me know.
garryspawson123: I can't wait for the next chapter! is this the last filler Arc? and we enter the timeskip?
―The next chapter is the absolute last filler arc which will be centered around Lord Corlys Velaryon and his battle at sea with the Triarchy remnants, coincidentally entering the 132 AC timeline. So this is officially the end of the filler arcs and the beginning of the next timeskip.
Guest #1: Will this continue after the events of season 1 hotd?
―Let me reiterate: Yes. Yes, it will continue after the events of season 1 of House of the Dragon. This story will keep going.
Moran: I'm not surprised Aemond is inwardly happy with Aegon the Elder's castration and potential banishment.
And I'm not sure whether Helaena's children are Aegon the Elder's. In HotD ep. 9, Aemond first appeared in Helaena's chamber without knocking and look surprise Alicent is there, told Ser Criston he is next line for the throne despite being behind Jaehaerys and Maelor, and when Rhaenys and her dragon emerge from the ground, Aemond shields Helaena while placed her hand on his arm.
dragon rose 11: looks like Aegon, the older got what was coming to him, quick question if you can answer it if Helaena joins the blacks, will she marry one of Aeonar's sons maybe Viserys?
―Hypothetically she could. But I have something else in mind.
EWJOBZ7Z: I hope that Helaena will be able to see the light and change sides now that she has seen Aegon the elder for what he truly is I can see her joking the blacks and personally I say she would be the best match for prince Viserys. And also that Aenonar would welcome her with open arms because he knows deep down it's not her fault for being cursed to have someone like queen Beatrice as a mother.
C.E.W: To say Aegon the Elder had this coming was an understatement. The audacity, no I'm sorry... stupidity to try something on Aemma. He's known Aeonar Targaryen and his reputation all of his life, he should know Aeonar is a very dangerous man to cross. Ser Criston Cole, Ser Arryk Cargyll and Ser Rickard Thorne now look like fools for failure to protect Aegon the Elder. Guess that explains why Ser Arryk sided with the Greens rather than the firstborn son. Aeonar Targaryen does not broker threats to House Targaryen or his wife, and children.
Here's a star wars reference you can add. Dooku used to bring Qui-Gon to the Great Tree at the Jedi Temple as a boy. Qui-Gon was fascinated by the tree, having been born on Coruscant, he knew nothing like it.
Here's how Aeonar and Rhaenyra can meet again, at the heart tree. The idea is that Queen Aemma used to bring them there as children. Queen Aemma talked about her fascination with the tree, having been born in the Eyrie in the Vale, a place of rock, stone and mountain valleys, not a lot of tree around, she knew nothing like it.
Questions:
Given that Aegon the Younger and Aemma are married, shouldn't Jaehaerys and Baela be?
―The process is still being negotiated between Aeonar and Rhaenys, though Jaehaerys and Baela aren't aware of it yet. Besides, I plan to spring it before the royal court where it is officially announced and finalized with the king's approval.
I guess Ser Criston Cole being made a fool of for failure to protect Aegon the Elder makes him hate the Blacks even more?
―Yes
When Rhaenyra, Daemon and their children arrive, will either Aeonar, Alicent, or their children greet them upon their arrival?
―The children
Will Jace or Luke come to the capital, to at least check them, Rhaenyra and them will be very worried when they hear of what Aegon the Elder tried to do to Aemma?
―They'll learn what had happened in the capital soon when they get there
Praetor12: Caught the Batman vs Superman reference. Nice touch.
randomdude24: If you ask me Aegon got off easy. Beaten, humiliated, became a eunuch. Aeonar could have easily made it worse for him by killing him or sending him to the nights watch, that would've sent a message to the caltrops and anyone who screws with the young dragon.
I can see the caltrops demanding justice, especially Ser Criston Cole, his hatred for Aeonar is getting worse and would use any excuse to make him and his children suffer.
How many more Filler Arc's do you plan to write?
―We're actually nearing the end of the Filler Arc before the main event comes in.
Follow up question I forgot to ask. How many children does Aegon have? I know Haelana is pregnant and with the recent castration he can't have anymore
―Aside from bastards, Helaena is pregnant with the only children Aegon the Elder will ever get. So, no Maelor.
XavierWright: Huh. Guess even Beatrice couldn't excuse her vicious bastard's behavior this time. I guess that's the only kid Aegon the Elder is getting, huh?
―Yes, but I'm sure he's got some unacknowledged bastards of his own running around somewhere.
Neryoki: YEAHHH GET HIS DICK AEONAR!
―"Screw grabbing and twisting it, no, I'll just cut off and make you suffer for it too"
KingInTheNorth27: The fucker deserved what he got for what he did as I thought he either be gelded or killed. As if he gets sent to the Nights watch he'll probably be able to escape on the back of sunfyre. Great filler chap can't wait for the next arc.
Questions
Will one filler arc cover Rhenyra and Daemon.
―Next chapter might since we're getting close to the inevitable timeskip leading to 132 AC.