[78 AC King's Landing]
I look over to see my Vaegon getting on the ramp of his ship heading to Oldtown. Honestly, I'm going to miss him. We weren't particularly close, but he was my shield from my mother. The Good Queen Alysanne was what you might call an overbearing mother.
Now that her introverted son. The son who the Lord and Ladies of the Kingdom mock for his passion for the sciences and mysteries of the world. Will now turn her eyes towards me. Her youngest, meaning I will endure another opponent on my battlefield.
Meaning cheek pinches long and drawn-out hugs. Uh, I get enough of those from Saera and Viserra.
As Vaegon began climbing up the ladder to his ship, I began thinking once again about my future. While being reborn in Planteos wasn't ideal, I got lucky. I was reborn during Jaehaerys the First reign, the greatest King that Westeros has ever seen. As his fourth living son.
Decades of peace. Except for the Dornish war that was coming, but I really didn't have to worry about that. Baleon and Aemon, with their partners, will deal with that.
What I really need to worry about is the succession crisis that will come. I have no problem with Rhaenys as Queen, but being Medieval Europe FantasyLand means a cock signifies one's ability to rule.
Baelon will die. There was no stopping that since he died due to his stomach exploding. I have no medical knowledge, and even if I did know how to heal him, I probably wouldn't be able to convince anyone since there would be no way for me to convince anyone.
Aemon, however, was something different. At the same time, I cannot know that my presence will butterfly Aemon's death. If not, then that will affect my plans. While the Iron Throne was tempting, I had my plans in this big and mysterious world I was now in.
Poke.
"Gaemon," a high-pitched voice whispered to my left.
Poke. Poke. Poke.
It was one thing to quarrel with family in the Red Keep. It was another to do so in public. My parents knew firsthand the horror a divided family could bring to bear and did their best to keep things amicable between us all, even if it didn't always work.
"Hey, Gaemon," the voice tried again, almost loud enough to stop being a whisper.
Vaegon's ship finally left the harbor. Mother was crying on father's shoulder. Aemon had his calculating look, probably thinking of assigning our brother to the small council after he gained his chains. Baelon and Alyssa were lost in each other's eyes to notice the ship. Daella was waving to him. Saera was giving the men around flirtatious looks. Finally Visrra was…
Poke.
Poke.
Poke.
Po –
I grabbed Viserra's hand mid-poke and shot her an unimpressed glare, I didn't want to be lectured later because we were misbehaving. She returned my look with a self-satisfied one of her own, seemingly pleased as punch to have finally stolen my attention. I cocked a brow at her, silently asking what she wanted. The exasperating girl merely shrugged and turned back towards the scene before us, hand still clasped in mine.
Viserra was probably the sibling I was the closest to. Mostly due to our age of six and seven. Which meant I was the only person willing to entertain her since most of our siblings are at least a decade older than either of us.
Viserra began to swing our joined hands in glee as Vaegon finally boarded the large ship - I really had no knowledge of naval matters, something to remedy - along with his belongings and a handful of guards.
Viserra was undoubtedly beautiful, even at seven years old, having inherited the best of our family's Valyrian features from top to bottom. Unfortunately, she was well aware of that fact, and her vanity could be a bit grating at times. I let it wash over me, though. Viserra didn't have the gentle charisma of Maegelle or the brazen confidence of Alyssa. She was a fifth daughter who recognized early on that her appearance set her apart and so latched onto it as the thing that made her special in our large family.
Honestly, it's kinda sad since normally siblings that are closer in age are the least likely to get along at least from my personal experience in my past life. That attention from a supposedly six-year-old boy would make Viserra light up like a Christmas tree.
Jaeherys was a great King but a shitty father. At least when Vaegon was born. He doesn't have enough time for us and assumes we are like our older siblings. For example, Jaeherys didn't know that Vaegon was a scholar until he was fifteen. That was a year ago.
"Gaemon, can we go to the dragon pit?" Viserra asked, and I rolled my eyes.
"You know we will have to ask father," I said Viserra blew a raspberry
"You have a dragon. You don't need permission," Viserra said
"Yes, I do. We are six and seven. Children and dragons are the most dangerous creatures in the world." I reminded my sister
"Starfyre is a sweetheart." Viserra looked offended at what I had just said.
"Starfyre is a sweetheart, but he is also a hyperactive fire-breather who might harm us by accident," I said pointedly.
While I love my dragon with all my heart, I know how dangerous he can be. Yet Viserra, not giving up, gave me her puppy dog eyes.
I decided to flee before I got dragged into anything by slipping away from Viserra's grasp - ignoring her offended gasp - and instead headed toward Baelon and Alyssa, the latter of who was holding baby Viserys. Let's see if I can convince Baelon to let me ride with him back to the keep on his horse instead of being squeezed into the royal carriage with the rest of the women and children,