Red Keep ― Small Council chambers…

"We have continued to enjoy improved customs duties since the settling of the Stepstones," Lord Lyman, despite being seventy-six years old, is still an invaluable asset to the crown. He has been serving as the Master of Coin for a long time, offering insightful advice on financial matters and handling the royal treasury with the utmost care. "And the extent to which we exploit those is contingent on the harbor master's receipts. Of which, um, uh, the septons have requested half that again for a bronze bust they wish to commission for the Festival of the Mother, which I would not recommend."

Seated at the helm of the table, Aeonar chaired the day's small council meeting with a sense of duty and responsibility, where he had been representing the crown in the absence of his ailing father. In addition to being beset by a long-term debilitating illness, King Viserys suffered a stroke that left him temporarily paralyzed on his left side, impeding his body's muscles and his ability to speak clearly, eat or swallow easily. Aeonar had been shouldering the burden of the crown as the Hand of the King for six long years, as the burden of his responsibilities continued to mount with each passing day. "I thank you for the comprehensive report, Lord Beesbury. It is imperative that we implement suitable measures needed to avoid recurring financial losses from the royal treasury and prevent wasteful spending on social festivities that could harm the realm's economy," he said in a flat cold dead tone. It was colder than ice. "And have a look into the pros and cons of levying a tax on the sale of new wool." One could discern from the look in his pale lilac eyes that he cared little for anything except for maintaining order and doing his sworn duty. However, Queen Beatrice and the Caltrops have grown bolder these past few years, nipping at his heels and posing a more significant threat to his plans. "What news of Aegon?" he asked.

The councilors remained silent.

Since his castration and being sent to the Wall in exile as punishment for trying to rape Princess Aemma, the disgraced Prince Aegon the Elder was reported to have escaped from Castle Black under cover of night and had been on the run from the Night's Watch before he was last seen hiding somewhere on the remote northern island of Skagos. Word arrived from his agents and mentioned that upon being confronted, Sunfyre decimated the men of the Night's Watch sent to arrest him with dragonflame and carried Aegon off somewhere in the southern region.

As the silence lingered, an overwhelming heat suffocated the room, leaving everyone uneasy.

"Eight thousand Night's Watch rangers have known about his escape for two years. Collectively, you control more spies and informants than the rest of the world combined. Do you mean to tell me that none of you has any notion of where he is?" Aeonar asked coolly.

"We are trying, my Lord Hand," Farrier spoke.

"Try. Harder." Must I need to remind everyone that the House of the Dragon does not tolerate failure? Or the price of defiance? "What else do we have?" Aeonar's attention was focused on his request when suddenly, the doors were pushed open, briefly distracting him. There stood his former mentor, Ser Harrold of the Kingsguard. "Lord Commander," he acknowledged.

Harrold bowed his head. "The ships from Driftmark have arrived, my Lord Hand," he informed them.

Vaemond. Huh. How predictable. Very clever of you, Beatrice; I suppose you managed to do something slightly different for once. "I trust they've been welcomed as befits their station."

"Indeed, the Queen is currently attending to the matter at hand, my prince. Furthermore, the Lady Regent Princess Rhaenys has arrived ahead of schedule and awaits your presence in the gardens."

"Good. That will be all."

As Harrold made his exit, the small council resumed their discussions. The topic at hand was the inheritance of Driftmark, and with the recent arrival of Vaemond and Rhaenys, the conversation had taken on new significance. The contenders for Lord Corlys Velaryon's successor were few, with only two leading candidates at the forefront: Corlys's younger brother, Ser Vaemond, and his legal grandson, Prince Jacaerys. As they debated the merits of each claim, they weighed the potential consequences of their decision, knowing that the future of House Velaryon hung in the balance.

"It was my understanding Lord Corlys wished for his grandson Jacaerys to succeed him as Lord of the Tides," Grand Maester Orwyle noted.

"The boy has been raised most of his life away from Driftmark," Tyland objected. "He can fly a dragon, yes, but can he command a fleet?"

"Ability does not alter his claim," Lyman suggested.

Jasper concurred. "The Sea Snake has never formally named him as heir, if it comes to that. The crown must choose what is best for the realm," he advised.

"He is Laenor's son," Lyman objected. Then, the elderly Master of Coin turned his attention toward the Young Dragon himself. "My prince, Driftmark should be given to Prince Jacaerys. It is his by right. He is your nephew," he pointed out.

"I'm well aware that the boy in question is my nephew, Lord Beesbury," Aeonar curtly replied. "However, I would like to remind this council that once a petition has been submitted regarding the right of inheritance by more than one party, it cannot be resolved until both candidates present their claims before the court. The Great Council saw to those reforms over thirty years ago when the lords of the realm chose my father as the Old King's heir." Fools. I was there at the Great Council. I know how the right of succession laws work. I don't need any of you to read them back to me. The Young Dragon's patience wore thin. Even if I wanted to, my hands are tied. But there it is again! That twitch, that damned, persistent, annoying twitching and tugging at the nerves in the back of his head, which has been bothering him for over twenty years, was driving him mad!

"W-What grounds could there be…"

"What indeed, Lord Beesbury," Jasper interrupted. "What indeed."

A sudden and distinct scraping noise reverberated through the air, instantly capturing the councilors' attention. However, two of them winced at the high-pitched and piercing sound that hurt their ears. Aeonar's gloves, equipped with razor-sharp carbon steel blades on the tip of each finger, scratched the smooth surface of the marble tabletop, effectively silencing the noisy commotion. "The crown will hold a hearing for Princess Rhaenyra's petition, as well as the petitions of other claimants, including Ser Vaemond's, for the rights and incomes of Driftmark in three days' time," he calmly informed them. The Young Dragon raised a hand, silencing old Lord Beesbury, who looked like he wanted to object. "Not before, not after." Aeonar then rose from his seat, followed suit by the others. "This small council session is now adjourned. Dismissed."

Gradually, the room cleared out until only a handful of people remained. Then, finally, Aeonar made his way down the hallway, accompanied by a member of the Kingsguard.

"My prince," Ser Erryk whispered. "Forgive me for overstepping my boundaries, but Farrier told me something before the council convened. I couldn't speak freely in front of the other lords."

"What is it, Ser Erryk?" Aeonar asked. Although the Kingsguard frequently mistakes Arryk and Erryk for each other, the Young Dragon spent sufficient time with them to identify the dissimilarities between the twins.

"Your successor informed the Blacks that the Caltrops are indeed involved in Prince Aegon's reason for being out of reach. They have their own spymaster, so they're keeping him well hidden. Even Farrier is having some difficulty tracking him."

"Queen Beatrice is more daring than I thought."

"It's not just the queen, my prince. I believe Lord Unwin is the brains behind the machinations these past two years."

"I'm not surprised. Lord Unwin is as cunning as he is ambitious, but he's no fool. Has there been any word on our inquiries into the new Lord of Harrenhal?"

"Lord Larys?" Erryk noticed. "We did notice a subtle increase in activity throughout the Riverlands, but other than that, we can't extract any information from those under his charge. No matter how many we catch, they all had their tongues cut out."

Aeonar hummed. "Hmm. That only makes me believe the Clubfoot has been associated with the Caltrops from the beginning. Ever since the purge sixteen years ago, Larys Strong had somehow emerged unscathed from the whole ordeal. He must have established his own spy network to help the Caltrops replenish their numbers." The Young Dragon shook his head. The twitching and tugging was still a bothersome thorn in his side, or his head, for that matter. "…and let the sycophants know about that damned inheritance law reform that the Great Council put in place just to curry favor with that deranged madwoman."

"My prince?"

"No. Forget it, Ser Erryk. I was venting. What about my granddaughter? Has Ser Lorent been keeping diligent over her and Aemma?"

"Well, my prince, the princess…"

Red Keep ― Maegor's Holdfast…

Alicent began her day with a peaceful moment of prayer, enveloped in serene quiet. Her attire for the day was nothing short of majestic. She wore a stunning high-necked gown crafted from quilted brocade, featuring a textured velvet yoke that flowed down the bodice into a sharp point. The collar was adorned with petite, gleaming gold round shank buttons, surrounded by delicate gold beads. The cuffs also boasted the same velvet fabric and buttons. Her jewelry was simply breathtaking - a large gold Seven-Pointed Star of the Faith of the Seven hung around her neck, while a livery chain with a single, heavy gold piece attached to two circular gold brooches with a small green stone in the center graced her chest. The brooches appeared to have been expertly cast. To complete the look, Alicent wore a gold chatelaine at her hip and sunburst gold earrings with green stones adorned her ears.

Ever since the tragedy surrounding her ailing father-in-law and the failed sexual assault attempt on her daughter, Princess Aemma, Alicent has been ever-vigilant regarding the well-being of her children. That being said, though, she did not have her fair share of misfortune. A single tear fell from her right eye and slid down her cheek.

Two years ago, Alicent Hightower… suffered a late stillbirth. She still remembered the tragic incident when she lost her sixth child. She had experienced horrible abdominal cramping and bleeding and was forced to give birth to a stillborn daughter early. When the midwives told her the baby was dead, Alicent was devastated and beside herself with grief, crying day and night after the Silent Sisters came to take the body away from her. Her husband, children, father, and brothers comforted her daily, joining her in this unfortunate loss. They even stood by her side when Vaelor lit the funeral pyre with dragonflame.

Turning to the Faith of the Seven, Alicent became more devout as a way of seeking solace. "We ask the Father to judge us all fairly and forgive us for our shortcomings. We ask the Mother to watch over our children and safeguard those who seek comfort at our door. We ask the Warrior to give us the courage in these dark and perilous times," she prayed. "We ask the Maiden to protect the virtue of the safe, innocent, and pure from those who seek to deprive them. We ask the Smith to help us mend broken bonds among families. We ask the Crone to guide us on our journey from darkness to light. And… And…" Alicent sighs shook. "And to please guide our beloved Alaena on her journey and watch over her in the light of the Seven." Alaena, oh, my darling little girl. Mommy loves and misses you very much.

"Mother?"

Alicent opened her eyes and lowered her hands from her morning prayer. Looking over her shoulder, she saw her visitor was her second son, Prince Aegon the Younger. He was sixteen years old and ready for the responsibilities of being a royal, a husband to his sister-wife, and a father to his three-month-old baby girl, Princess Saena Targaryen. Gone was the Aegon who enjoyed pulling pranks with his twin and causing mischief; in his place stood a Targaryen prepared to embrace his destiny. "Aegon," she acknowledged.

"I take it you've already heard," Aegon approached her, kneeling beside her. "Word has already been sent. Hopefully, aunt Rhaenyra, Jace, Luke, Joffrey, and Rhaena can make it in time before the… disgraceful exploitation can begin in earnest."

"So you have sent your letter to her then. I see."

"What were our options? Grandfather's condition is getting worse, father still won't listen, and the queen is breathing down our necks. You said it yourself, mother, that we're only at our best if the rift is mended and our family stands together when dealing with a problem. Isn't it worth trying at least?"

"No, no. You misunderstand. I approve."

"You do?"

Alicent nodded. "All I ask is for you all to take better care regarding important matters in your duties," she requested. "You know how much your father and I love you all."

"We love you too, mother. More than anything," Aegon nodded affirmingly. He turned to the statue depicting the Mother. "Did you… come for what you need?"

"You don't have to walk eggshells around your own mother, Aegon. I know what you've been meaning to ask. Yes, I'm fine. It hurts, and I miss your sister just as much as you all do, but no good can come from picking at wounds that take time to heal. There are circumstances we cannot predict would ever happen, nor can we do anything to prevent more from occurring again soon." Alicent rose to her feet, still looking upon the Faith's statue. "Your grandmother, Queen Aemma, once had difficulties of her own when it came to having children. Stillbirths, miscarriages, and a babe dying in the cradle. Your father and aunt Rhaenyra were the only children she could carry to term before she passed."

"I… never knew," Aegon replied. "Father doesn't like to talk about it."

"No, I'm afraid the topic is still too sensitive for him, even after twenty years. You see, Aegon, unlike an injury to the body where the blood flows to heal the pain, a wound inflicted on the heart is even more dangerous as there is no medicine to treat a wounded heart, and sometimes it never heals. Likewise, losing a mother with whom you share a strong bond is just as painful as losing a child. But I've made my peace. I can't dwell on the past, thinking about what may or may not have been. The only thing I can do now is to move forward."

"I suppose the same applies to the rest of us, regardless of social status."

"Yes, my son. I pray to the gods for your father. And for all of you, our children. I prayed for you every day, hoping you each find your destiny. It's what makes you try so hard. You will always have that, Aegon. We will always be together. We will always be family. It'll be all right."

Aegon nodded at his mother's words. Now that he was older, he reflected on his childhood as a brat who did not take being a prince or taking his duties seriously.

"How touching."

Alicent and Aegon turned to see a smug Queen Beatrice Peake, dressed in a regal orange dress, standing at the doorway.

"Your Grace," Alicent acknowledged.

"Sorry to burst your bubble… no, that is a lie, I'm reveling in it," Beatrice goaded.

"This doesn't concern you, Your Grace," Aegon said.

"Oh, but it does. As you can see, Ser Vaemond Velaryon has already arrived to press his claim for Driftmark. Thanks to the… laws about the right of inheritance being changed so many years ago, anyone with close relations to the ruling lord can make a claim based on blood ties. And no one, not even your father, can prevent it from happening. Even he knows there are some laws and traditions that even House Targaryen cannot defy. So I suggest you start saving those prayers for him instead of a dead stillborn."

What a sadist! You genuinely enjoy tearing my family apart for your own selfish gains, don't you? Aegon shook his head. "Gods forgive me, but you, Your Grace, are a bitch," he cursed her. "A cruel, cruel bitch. And you will get your comeuppance when father becomes king. Then we'll see who―"

"No, Aegon. That's enough," Alicent calmly intervened. "Go find your brothers and tell them to meet Ser Criston in the courtyard. We'll be expecting company soon."

"I… gah, yes, mother."

Aegon complied with Alicent's request and left the room, but not before rudely bumping Beatrice's shoulder. Before the queen could further gloat, Beatrice is once more met with an icy stare from Alicent.

"The Father is just and commands me to forget the insults you have hurled in this room today," Alicent said calmly, but her tone indicated she would not let Beatrice's mockery of her husband and late child stand. She was not going to forget that. "Good day, Your Grace."

Beatrice stood there as Alicent walked past her. Not even a shout of provocation or a slap, but words alone. The queen knew she had gotten under the Hightower woman's skin, yet she didn't express it. No matter. Beatrice knew she had secured a premature victory with this latest move. Once Jacaerys's claim to Driftmark is overturned, the Caltrops would secure the most powerful fleet in the realm. Then the Blacks' support would crumble away. "Fight if you must; it doesn't matter," she stated. "The throne… will be my sons."

Red Keep ― Godswood…

Sitting comfortably beneath the weirwood tree in the godswood, Prince Jaehaerys was surrounded by his crafting utensils and a stack of books. He was deep in thought and focused on building a new model with the utmost precision. The noticeable books beside him, 'Dragons, Wyrms, and Wyverns: Their Unnatural History,' 'Ten Thousand Ships,' and 'The Nine Voyages' was a testament to his passion for reading, the words that roamed the pages. At nineteen years old, the Young Dragon's eldest son had already spent six years learning the art of governance ever since Aeonar brought him on as a page. As second-in-line for the Iron Throne behind his father, there was no doubt that he was destined for greatness.

Jaehaerys was a prince who truly cared about his people. He didn't just sit around and make decisions from afar. Instead, he traveled across the Seven Kingdoms, meeting his subjects and listening to their concerns. He even took the time to settle disputes between rival houses. Some even compared him to the Old King because he carried out his responsibilities dutifully. But the weight of his burden was not lost on him. Despite this, he never wavered in his determination to improve his people's lives.

The prince finished carving out a silhouette of a person from rocks before placing his tools down in favor of coarse-grained sandpaper to round out the rough edges. Once you've buffed out the gruff exterior, Jaehaerys switched to a finer grain and moved his hands in a soft, circular motion over the deeper scratches to buff them out evenly. As soon as they were polished, he took more tools from his sack to give the object its desired shape. Then, blowing off the unwanted residue, Jaehaerys examined the model closely. I'm almost done. Just a coat of paint, leave you out to dry, and it'll be all done. Before long, he heard someone approaching. Jaehaerys stood up to greet whoever it was.

"I was told you'd be here, Jay," Baela arrived.

"Ah, Baela. Good morning. I hope you are doing well," Jaehaerys addressed her with a polite tone. He observed a change in her posture and inferred that she might be facing some distress or frustration. "I presume you already heard about the matter of Driftmark and that the court will hold a hearing to discuss petitions."

"Of course, I heard! Grandmother and I both did. That's why we're here now. Hmph! That bastard uncle of mine thinks he can waltz into the Sea Snake's hall and press his claim when there's already a designated heir. Besides, my grandfather is still recovering from his wounds from fighting in the Stepstones. He's not even dead yet, and those… those crows are already surrounding him like sharks in a feeding frenzy!"

"I apologize for the hardship that you and Princess Rhaenys have had to endure by yourselves. Our thoughts and prayers are with Lord Corlys for a swift and complete recovery."

Baela let out a sharp retort, "I don't think apologies and well-wishes are going to cut it, do you?" She quickly realized her outburst and went silent. "Sorry, Jay. I… That was uncalled for."

Jaehaerys raised a hand. "No, no. There is no need for you to apologize to me. I empathize with your concerns and understand that the well-being of your grandfather is of utmost importance to you. I share a similar sentiment toward mine," he addressed calmly.

"Guess we're stuck in the same boat together, then. Would you walk with me? It would be nice to have some pleasant company for a change."

"I would be honored, my lady."

Baela rolled her eyes. "Egh! Jay, please, don't call me that," she cringed.

"Of course," Jaehaerys agreed. The prince extended his arm, which Baela graciously accepted.

Together, they proceeded on a tour of the Red Keep, being mindful to avoid unwanted attention from curious onlookers who may spread rumors and speculate about the court. Eventually, they found themselves alone, with Jaehaerys determined to ensure that Baela's reputation as a woman was safeguarded from any unwelcome scrutiny or prying eyes.

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"How many rooms are there?" Baela asked, looking bewildered.

Ah. I almost forgot. She's never been to the Red Keep before. "It is difficult to say," Jaehaerys acknowledged. "When the builders finished constructing the Red Keep first commissioned by Aegon the Conqueror, his son Maegor the Cruel had them all executed to safeguard its secrets. Who knows? There may be concealed passageways that are currently unknown to us."

"That's stupid! Why would he do such a thing?"

"No one knows."

As the two Targaryens spent some quality time together, Jaehaerys couldn't help but sneak a few glances at Baela before quickly looking away. She was stunning, with her striking purple eyes, silver-white hair, and beautiful dark Velaryon skin that seemed to glow in the light. She was tall, lean, and quick, but also had a fiery spirit that could be quite a handful. Baela was fearless, wild, and willing to take on anything that came her way. She was quite the tomboy, but that only made her more intriguing to Jaehaerys. He knew he shouldn't look at her that way - it was inappropriate and indecent - but somehow, Baela caught his gaze. "What?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, I beg your pardon. It was never my intention to cause offense," Jaehaerys stammered, his cheeks turning bright red. "I… couldn't help but notice how… beautiful… you are, Baela."

Baela grinned. "Oh? Well, thank you. You're not so bad yourself. At least you have the guts to be honest and call me that to my face," she teased. "Not that I don't mind, of course. I've had plenty of men try some of the cringy courtship lines more than I can remember since I first flowered."

"W-Well… I, uh…"

"Pffft! Hahaha, calm down, Jay! I'm joking. Still, coming from you, it means something."

Jaehaerys's ears perked. "You think so?" he asked curiously.

"Of course, it does. You're sweet and considerate. Weird sometimes, but sweet," Baela nodded. "Trust me. The men who tried to court me either wanted me for my body or my grandfather's wealth and lands. Ugh! And don't even get me started on those who tried to 'have their way' with me." With an exasperated expression, she rolled her eyes and balled up her fists tightly. "I sent them scurrying back to their holdfasts faster than you can say 'dracarys.'"

Yikes! If she's like this when in a good mood, then she must be really scary when she's mad.

"But with everything going, with Driftmark, it just… infuriates me. Fucking lords and their self-serving, egotistical, backstabbing―"

"Hey, hey, hey," Jaehaerys calmly tried to get her to relax. "I understand that the rules are mostly unfair, that they were meant to befit the individual regardless of one's sex and not the other way around, but that does not mean that societal favoritism is entirely domineering. There are other ways of confronting political matters, such as a succession crisis. I've had to mediate a few and had to make some difficult choices. But rest assured, Baela. We're doing everything we can to settle the matter. We're on your side."

"How can you be so sure?" Baela asked.

"I don't know. I just do. However, I have found that situations often have a way of resolving themselves, even if the outcome is not what we may have initially anticipated."

"Sometimes I question your sanity, Jay. Shit, I need a drink."

"So long as it's not too strong. You'll need to walk in a straight line."

"Fine, sure. Whatever. I'll take what I can get."

As Jaehaerys set out to find the perfect vintage for his cousin Baela, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contemplation. Which one would she like? After all, nothing quite compares to the taste of a well-aged wine. But as he carefully scrutinized each bottle, his thoughts were interrupted by a commotion behind him. Turning around, he was dismayed to see that Baela was being harassed by an unruly nobleman who had clearly had too much to drink.

"Come on, pretty thing, don't be like that," the lord slurred. He was obviously drunk, leering over Baela and tried cornering her. "I'm rich. I got plenty of gold, my fair maid; give me the gift of your innocence. You will thank the gods you did."

"Back off, asshole!" Baela angrily shoved him away. "I'm a Targaryen, not some cheap whore you pay for at a brothel!"

"Oh ho ho ho! You got quite a mouth on you. I'll enjoy watching you use it."

As Jaehaerys witnessed this appalling sight, his inner fire ignited with fury. How could anyone have the audacity to lay a hand on a woman, let alone Baela? He knew he couldn't let this go on any longer. It was his duty to intervene and put a stop to this intolerable behavior. "Stand down, ser. You besmirch my lady's honor," he asserted.

The drunk didn't seem to recognize the prince. "Bah, go find your own wench. This one is―Ahhh!" he shouted.

Jaehaerys interrupted by swiftly pinching the pressure points at the base of his neck, paralyzing him and bringing him down to his knees. "You speak before a prince of House Targaryen, my lord," he warned. "And I find your behavior towards Lady Baela, or any woman for that matter, disrespectful and does not reflect well on a man of your station. Women are not objects to be used to satisfy your carnal desires at any given time. Dishonor my lady like that again, or any woman in my grandfather King Viserys's hall, and your house will burn. Do you understand?"

"A-Ahh! Y-Yes, yes, yes, my prince! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to."

Baela was surprised by Jaehaerys. She never saw this side of him before, but Baela would not let this opportunity slide. Rearing her arm back, Baela punched the man in the face as hard as she could. "You heard your prince. What are you: blind, deaf, and dumb?! Fuck off, you cunt! Get out of my face!" she spat.

The man scurried away with a pitiful whimper, catching the attention of both observers.

"Whoa, Jay!" Baela laughed.

It seems that Jaehaerys is feeling a bit sheepish about letting his emotions get the best of him. It happens to even the best of his family sometimes, but it takes a lot of maturity to recognize it and own up to it. Hopefully, he can learn from this experience and handle his emotions more calmly in the future. "I… must inquire as to whether I might have… overdone it a little?" he tentatively inquired.

"Are you kidding? That was incredible! I've never seen that side of you before!"

"So, you don't think less of me?"

"Why would I think that? Gods, no."

Jaehaerys sighed with relief. "Ah, good." The prince quickly scanned the surroundings and came to the realization that they were the only ones present. He courteously handed over Baela's cup and attentively watched as she took a sip. Her expression seemed to radiate satisfaction, which in turn helped the prince relax and feel at ease. "Do you like it? It's Arbor gold," he said.

"Mmm. Well, whatever your people did, it tastes good. Thanks. I definitely needed that," Baela remarked.

The rest of the evening, Jaehaerys and Baela had a wonderful time exploring the Red Keep together. They walked through the courtyard, strolled by the godswood again, and took in the stunning view of the Blackwater from the yard. As they continued their journey, they found themselves in the royal gardens, surrounded by beautiful flora and fauna. The atmosphere was almost magical, and Jaehaerys couldn't help but steal glances at Baela, who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself. It was a welcome distraction from her worries, and she was able to appreciate the simple pleasures of life. Six years ago, this world would have been unfamiliar to her, but now it held a special place in her heart. And with Jaehaerys by her side, her experience was made all the more special.

"Thanks for keeping me company today, Jay. I had fun," Baela said appreciatively.

"It was my honor to do so, Baela," Jaehaerys bowed his head. "Before we… part ways, at least for now, I have something for you."

"Oh? And what would that be? Could it be another dragon egg? Or one of those books written by sappy poets?"

"Wha…? N-No, no, of course not."

Baela's playful teasing caused Jaehaerys to fluster, but he mustered the courage to reveal his gift. It was a stunning model of Lady Laena Velaryon, Baela's late mother. The attention to detail was impeccable - from the silver-gold ringlets of her hair cascading down her back, to the striking purple hue of her eyes, to the beautiful aquamarine and white dress she donned. Jaehaerys had put his heart and soul into this gift, as evidenced by the faint cuts and scratches on his fingers from the hours he spent meticulously carving the model out of driftwood and smoothing it with marble.

Baela saw it. Her eyes widened, her mouth slightly agape with surprise. "J… Jay. This is," she said, struggling to form the correct words. "Is this what I think it is?"

"I… made inquiries at High Tide when I last visited Driftmark. The servants showed me a painting of your mother, so I wanted to make sure to get the exact details just right," Jaehaerys explained. "That, and I wanted to give it to you when I was finished as a nameday present."

"It looks so much like her. It's beautiful."

"I was really hoping that you would approve. The love your mother had for you and your sister is everlasting and will never fade away. Even though she's no longer with us, the best part of her lives on within you and your sister. Remember that. You are not alone and will never be."

Baela was taken aback, her heart beating faster than ever before. She had always been known for her straightforwardness and tomboyish nature, never allowing anyone or anything to shake her confidence. However, with Jaehaerys by her side, everything felt different. His words and presence brought her a sense of calm and comfort that she had never experienced before. She couldn't quite comprehend the emotions that were taking over her, but she knew that being with Jaehaerys made her feel alive. The way he held her hands, gently tracing her knuckles with his thumbs, sent shivers down her spine. Despite the fear and uncertainty that filled her, she felt exhilarated by the new and exciting experience of being with him. As she gazed into his deep purple eyes and ran her fingers through his silky Valyrian silver hair, she knew that this was where she belonged.

Instinctively, there was something that drew Baela to Jaehaerys and he to her… very slowly.

Jaehaerys and Baela were now very close, their lips inches apart. As they gazed into each other's eyes, the air between them became heavy with anticipation. They could feel their hearts pounding in their chests. As Jaehaerys leaned in, Baela closed her eyes, bracing herself for what was to come. Before long, she felt his lips softly press to hers. She gasped in surprise and felt a rush of warmth spread through her body. It was their first kiss, and it was more than she could have ever imagined. Jaehaerys gently held her waist with one hand while the other brushed her cheek. Baela was surprised at how tender and gentle the kiss was, given her tomboyish nature. But there was a depth of feeling in it that she had never experienced before. Baela could feel every detail of the kiss, from the softness of his lips to the slight pressure as he deepened the kiss. As they explored each other's mouths, they both let out hot breaths, lost in the moment. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they pulled away, both gasping for air, but unable to break the connection between them.

"Wow…"

"I'm… I'm glad we met, Baela," Jaehaerys said breathlessly.

"Me too, tough guy. Me too," Baela reciprocated. "It's… uh, getting late. We should be heading back."

"I… yes. Yes, I agree."

Before they parted, Jaehaerys heard Baela call out to him.

"Hey, tough guy!"

Jaehaeyrs turned around.

Baela grinned. "You're a great kisser," she teased, sticking her tongue out.

Jaehaerys flushed again. He couldn't help but feel a strong pull towards Baela. There was an undeniable chemistry between them that he couldn't ignore. Despite the fact that they were both Targaryens, and cousins at that, Jaehaerys didn't care. He knew that he wanted Baela by his side, and he was willing to do whatever it took to make whatever it was between them to work. For Jaehaerys, there was no one else he'd rather be with.

He… loved her.

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Unbeknownst to the pair, their conduct had yet to escape the notice of Princess Rhaenys and Prince Aeonar Targaryen. The two esteemed members of the Targaryen dynasty had been surreptitiously monitoring their activities from a vantage point on the upper balcony, meticulously scrutinizing their every action. The Targaryen matriarchy and the heir to the Iron Throne were working in tandem, and they were both gratified by the outcome of their covert operation.

"They make a good match," Aeonar noticed.

"So it would seem," Rhaenys said analytically.

The Young Dragon studied the Queen Who Never Was, knowing full well that she was aware of the true nature of the petition - a mere ruse orchestrated by the Caltrops with the support of Ser Vaemond Velaryon to usurp Driftmark from Rhaenys's grandchildren out from under her. Lord Corlys was essential to Aeonar's success, and without him, everything he had worked tirelessly for twenty years would crumble. The laws surrounding the rights of inheritance established by the Great Council of 101 AC only added to Rhaenys' awareness of the dire situation they were in. If House Targaryen was to weather the storm, they needed to remain united.

"Have you considered my offer?"

Rhaenys listened.

"Jaehaerys is my eldest son and heir. He will ascend the Iron Throne after me. Baela will stand by his side as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and their sons will succeed them. Rhaena will retain her claim to Driftmark and High Tide will pass to her children, ensuring Lady Laena's legacy lives on through her daughters. Your granddaughters."

"A generous offer," the Queen Who Never Was suggested. "But who's to say the move is a desperate one?"

"That depends on you," Aeonar replied. "Would you rather have your daughter's memory torn to pieces and thrown to the wayside like it was nothing by the hands of a man who serves only himself?" The Young Dragon extended his hand. "So… do we have an accord?"

Rhaenys's eyes were fixed on him. Although she kept her composure, she couldn't help feeling a pang of anger at the idea that her daughter's memory meant so little to those who would trample on her wishes. She had taken care of her precious granddaughters since they came to Driftmark six years ago when they lost their mother, and she was determined to protect her family from the Caltrops who threatened to tear them apart. Rhaenys was not about to let anyone take away the people she loved most. "Done," she agreed.

Aeonar felt pleased, if only for a moment, but his attention was quickly drawn to a voice.

"All hail Rhaenyra of House Targaryen, and her royal consort, Prince Daemon Targaryen!"

At the sound's origin, Aeonar and Rhaenys both turned their heads.

"They're here," Aeonar recognized.

"And thus begins the farce," Rhaenys said.

Rhaenyra…

Chapter End

Author's Note: The second part is here and we get an inside glimpse on Aeonar's side of the family. What transpired after the filler arc chapters, how Aeonar is dealing with the stress of the Caltrops nipping away at his heals whilst settling other matters as Hand of the King. From what we've learned, Aegon the Elder is a wanted fugitive on the run from the Night's Watch and is being hidden at some remote location where even the Blacks are having trouble finding him. What of the interaction between Alicent, Aegon the Younger, and Beatrice? Also, what was your take on Jaehaerys and Baela? Let me know.

MichaelBishopone: Ok is it me or do does anyone else like seeing Beatrice fail and fail again.

garrysprawson123: I have this question, will Rhaenyra felt betrayed by her brother sinc he will pass the inheritance to Rhaena?

―She doesn't know and will try to pull the same move with Rhaenys that Aeonar did earlier

KingInTheNorth27: Damn the the scene between Jaehaerys and Beala was a nice surprise, but a welcome one with hoe the early parts of the chap showed the blacks and the caltrops at each other's throats with schemes and insults from Aegon escape and Beatrice insults. Which by the way was great on showing how the lust for power has removed all the mummers show of regal serenity from Beatrice as she is after all a major bitch.

Questions
How does the Caltrops think the can still gain the throne through Aegon as he is a drunk, a eunuch, a scoundrel and final a deserter of the night's watch which is a instant death sentence in Westeros so as soon as he shows he face he is marked for death.
―Maybe as a figurehead whereas Aemond would hold the power
Will Rhaenys and Daemon have a fight with each other over the betrothal of Beala to Jaehaerys, as Daemon is her father and wasn't told about Aeanor and Rhaenys discussing betrothals.
―Not sure. He didn't seem to protest it in the show

C.E.W: So Aegon the Younger and Aemma had a child, a daughter named Saera Targaryen. Aeonar and Alicent now have their first grand child. Although sadly though, Aeonar and Alicent suffered a stillborn, a daughter named Alaena. Aegon the Elder exiled to the Wall, which is good but now he has deserted the Night's Watch and is in hiding thanks to the Caltrops, particularly with the help of Beatrice's spy master Larys Strong.

Aeonar and Rhaenys' agreement is sealed as Jaehaerys and Baela will be betroth. They'll be announcing it soon, probably at court. I wasn't expecting Jaehaerys and Baela start getting romance real close before the hearing, but it is a welcomed surprise. How lucky are those two, arranged marriages are rarely so well arranged.

Beatrice disgraceful and disrespectful as ever, looking for anything to hurt Aeonar and get her son on the Iron Throne. Years of falling in the shadow of Aeonar has just about driven her to insanity.

Questions:

Has Aegon the Younger and Aemma taken their daughter to visit King Viserys yet?

―Yes. Viserys was so happy to see his first great-granddaughter

Has King's Landing remained prosperous and crime low since Aeonar became Hand of the King?

―Yes

Has Aeonar spoken to Mysaria?

―Yes

Why do Unwin and Beatrice want particularly Aegon the Elder on the Throne so badly? He is a disgraced, drunken wastrel whose never taken an interest in duty a day in his life. He has disgraced himself after what he tried to do to Aemma. And he is more disgraced after deserting the Night's Watch, which makes him a fugitive. Aemond would be a far better candidate for the Caltrops to support.

―I think this is more of Larys Strong's doing

Was Ser Harrod Westerling present when Aeonar visited the Old King Jaehaerys when he made a promise to him?

―Yes

fanactic23: I'm really enjoying this story. I'll never understand the resentment Aenor has for Rhaenyra for wanting to forge her own path. If somehow a "dance" does occur, I hope Rhaenyra doesn't jump headfirst into siding with him since he abandoned her. Can't wait for the next chapter.

Moran: "And have a look into the pros and cons of levying a tax on the sale of new wool." -... look into the benefits and detriments of levying..."
Eight thousand Night's Watch rangers have known about his escape for two years." - If much time has past, then the whole realm is aware of his escape.
Aeonar's gloves, equipped with razor-sharp carbon steel blades on the tip of each finger - Seriously? He still wore those?
Different reason for Alicent turn to religion. Bravo. Tragic, but clever.

Question(s):
1. Regarding the sewers, I take it Aeonar has commisioned some additional detours that no one knows but and for the Lykiri Mere move around King's Landing undetected?―
―Yes
2. Does Alicent, their children and some of the Blacks know at least one of the secret passages out of K's L?
―The royal family does

Guest #1: I will say the Caltrops really have no grounds to question the succession not like the Greens in canon

After all the laws of all the kingdoms are the eldest child gets everything and in all but Dorne the law is eldest son get everything

Rhaenyra being the heir could be questioned because it went against the tradition of all the kingdoms under the iron throne at the time

With Aeonar it's stupid to think anyone would question it and literally every house should be look at House Peake as over reaching arrogant bastards the fact they have any support in this is laughable

Really no true dance of the dragons should occur

XavierWright: I see... so they're going to attempt to pass Driftmark off to Rhaena. I suppose Viserys will show up to make sure the opposite happens, naturally.

What's Helaena up to? Rasing the kid?

―The twins, but yes

randomdude24: I liked this chapter and some of the little details you brought, Aeonar able to tell the difference between Erryk and Arryk, and it makes me hopeful that if that duel does happen, Erryk will survive. Aegon being sent to the wall. I like that decision, which further makes him an illegitimate king and oathbreaker, even though Aemond is still a problem.

Question about Aeonar, he's juggling alot and taking a toll on his mental state. If Aeonar does succumb to the infamous Targaryen Madness, is there any type of contingency plan in place to stop him, dethrone, or even kill him? I feel like that's his biggest fear falling to that curse

―Who knows. We haven't gotten that far yet, and this time period not many know about the Targaryen madness. Aeonar only confided in Alicent with that a few chapters back so she'll be able to see the signs.

mpowers045: I didn't think Aeonar would become a grandpa already and Rhaenrya would probably humor him on that