Red Keep ― Maegor's Holdfast…
With careful hands, the servants helped Viserys remove his heavy robes while Aeonar busied himself with preparing the king's medicine. The Young Dragon stole worried glances at his ailing father as he worked; his heart was heavy with concern. He had bottled his bitterness and resentment for twenty long years. Finally, he uncovered the truth; he only understood the depth of his father's pain after discovering a hidden stash within that chest. Before their evening meal, Aeonar was determined to spend some quality time with his father to mend their relationship and honor the memory of his mother and the Old King. He was responsible for making up for lost time and making the most of their remaining moments together.
"You… you did well today, Aeonar; you showed restraint, poise, and impartiality during the proceedings," Viserys wheezed as a soothing salve was applied to his body. "I… I am proud of you… every… every time I… see you… I think I am looking at my own father," he panted between breaths.
Aeonar paused momentarily while mixing the medicine, though he said nothing.
"I… I know we… we have had our differences and our disagreements. I've… I've done much to make you hate me. But… but you… you have always remained dutiful. I hope that perhaps we might… talk more. Not as king and prince but as… as father and son. And maybe… rebuild something of what I destroyed so long ago―"
"No," Aeonar found his voice as he shook his head. "No, I… I saw the letters—the ones you and mother exchanged. I understand now what you must have gone through as you read them over and over again. Even though they were old, the stains were still fresh, and the pain was very real." He locked eyes with his father, his expression full of understanding. "You missed her just as much as I did, every single day for twenty long years."
The king's suspicion was confirmed - his heir knew the truth.
"When I thought Alicent was going to die giving birth to Daeron, I finally understood how you felt," Aeonar continued, his voice gentle. "You didn't have a choice, father. Deep down, you didn't want to go through with it. But sometimes, the gods can be cruel. I know that now." Aeonar's hand found his father's, and he squeezed it tightly. "Yet I still stubbornly refused to accept the truth laid before me," he said. "I hated you, despised you," Aeonar's eyes diverted briefly, "and yet, with one selfish act… tore our family apart. I let you down. I let you both down," he said softly. "I couldn't keep my promise to great-grandfather, and I couldn't keep my promise to mother. I'll never forgive myself for letting such hatred and resentment fester like this. That is a burden I'll have to bear for the rest of my life." His voice was filled with regret. "But I swear," he looked up to meet his father's gaze again, his eyes were watering, "I'll do everything in my power to make things right by you, father, to make our family whole once again."
The two Targaryens looked at each other.
"I'm… I'm so sorry, father, for all that I have done. If anything, I'm the one who should be asking for your forgiveness, not the other way around."
Viserys felt tears streaming down his face; whether the tears were of joy or sorrow was unclear. Somehow from somewhere, despite his limp, he found the strength and willpower to stand on his own two feet without the use of his cane and pulled his son close with his one good arm. "Oh, my boy… my boy," the king murmured as he held Aeonar tightly, "you… you have done more for this family than I or any king ever could. You don't owe… anyone an apology. I should have been a better father to you and your sister. I let you shoulder burdens that were… that were mine to bear. But you… you are my first son… and I love you more than anything. Let's… be a family again." He pressed a kiss to Aeonar's forehead. "Your mother… she… she would be so… proud of you, the man… the man you've become, just as I am."
"You know… for the first time in twenty years, I'm glad… to have you as my father."
"Aeonar…"
Shortly after that, Otto made his entrance into the room, and the servants immediately took note of the presence of the esteemed former Hand. With a calculated tone, he addressed the party, saying, "Your Grace. Prince Aeonar. Preparations for this evening's supper are coming to a close. The guests are already en route to the dining room."
"Thank you, Otto," Aeonar acknowledged. He redirected his attention to Viserys. "Shall we go?" he asked his father.
"Ye… Yes. Let's," Viserys wheezed.
Aeonar knew that the king, his father, was in no condition to make the journey alone. Thus, he immediately instructed the servants to make the necessary arrangements for his transportation. However, before that, he gave Viserys a potion he had brewed himself, hoping it would ease his discomfort. Viserys swallowed the medicine and let out a deep sigh, indicating that it had indeed provided him with some relief. Four Targaryen men-at-arms then presented a palanquin to the trio, which Aeonar helped his father into, keeping a close eye on his balance. Despite the discomfort that he was experiencing, Viserys managed to get into the palanquin and slumped down, evidently relieved to have some respite. Aeonar then nodded to the guardsmen, who expertly lifted the palanquin carrying the king and carefully began to make their way out of the room. Aeonar and Otto, aware of the gravity of the situation, followed closely behind, keeping a watchful eye to ensure that nothing untoward happened along the way.
"It's been quite some time since we've seen the two of you in such harmonious alignment. The people of the realm will undoubtedly take note of the unity within the crown," remarked Otto.
"I could care less about what people think of me," Aeonar said. "What truly matters is that I make amends for my past mistakes. Father deserved better than this, and I won't fail him again."
"You were a child then."
"And a stubborn one, as Alicent likes to remind me."
"Yet you now sympathize with him."
"I do."
"Indeed. It is a harsh and poignant lesson that stays with us long after the event has passed. I can still recall the memories of my own lady wife fondly. The pain of her passing still haunts me even after all these years. I dearly loved her, much like how your father did your mother. And to be compelled to… replace her, for duty's sake, was one of the most difficult decisions I've ever had to make. It is often the case that we are faced with such scenarios, and there are seldom any easy solutions. I can only imagine the weight of responsibility that your father, as the king, must bear in such matters. It is not an enviable position and one that you should not wish upon anyone."
"Yes, I know. I've had to learn the hard way than I should have." By Shrykos, I still feel like a child. As Aeonar walked alongside his father-in-law, he couldn't help but take in his surroundings with a keen eye. They were escorting the king to the dining hall, and Aeonar knew that in situations like these, it was essential to be aware of who was aligned with the Blacks and the Caltrops. Every servant and guardsman they passed was analytically observed and evaluated for potential allegiances. As a skilled spymaster, Aeonar knew it was crucial to always have contingency plans in place, just in case things turned sour. He remained vigilant, observing every detail and mentally noting what he saw. After all, in the game of politics, one misstep could mean the difference between success and failure. This supper will go accordingly. For father's sake. I'll make sure of that.
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As the day drew to a close, the private royal residence of the Red Keep bustled with activity as the servants prepared for a lavish dinner. The table was adorned with an impressive array of dishes, each one more tantalizing than the next. An excellent broth of crab and monkfish was served alongside a refreshing egg and lime soup. Glazed in honey, Quail was cooked to perfection and offered a succulent taste. A succulent saddle of lamb was served with goose livers, which had been perfectly cooked in a delicate layer of buttered parsnips. A perfectly cooked suckling pig was presented with a side of freshly caught and cooked bass, pearl onions, and hot peppers. The stuffed mushrooms were a particular highlight, bursting with savory flavor. Bowls of fresh fruit and sweet cream were placed on the table to finish the meal. Freshly baked loaves of hot bread were served to complement the feast, alongside goblets of wine, ale, and cordials. In the corner of the room, a talented trio of musicians played softly, their lute, harp, and flute filling the air with a soothing melody.
Seated on one side of the table, Rhaenyra and Alicent were gossiping over the latest events, both presently as well as those of the past six years. From there, it was when Rhaenyra was visibly appalled. From Aegon the Elder's attempt to rape Aemma to Alicent losing her unborn child as a stillbirth, the princess couldn't find the words to describe what she heard. By the gods, she had no idea! Rhaenyra felt like she wanted to hunt down her degenerate younger half-brother and feed him to Syrax for what he tried to do to her precious niece, and considering her own pregnancy's current state, Rhaenyra couldn't imagine what it might have been like to lose a child and offered her condolences, but Alicent reassured her that, although it was an emotionally traumatic experience for her, she made peace with it a long time ago.
Jaehaerys and Jacaerys discussed the recently successful petition hearing, reaffirming Jace's position as the rightful heir to Driftmark. The princes also took the opportunity to discuss their betrothals with their cousins, Baela and Rhaena. However, their discussion was abruptly halted when they noticed the arrival of the two betrothed ladies. Their appearance left both princes momentarily speechless. Thanks to Aemma's skilled handiwork, Baela's long silver-white hair had been expertly straightened and trimmed to chin-length, per Baela's request. Although the process was time-consuming and laborious, Baela insisted on the change to keep her hair from whipping around her face while flying on Moondancer. Rhaena's once curly locks were expertly transformed into sleek, straight strands flowing down her back like a silk waterfall. She exuded an air of elegance as she donned a stunning blue dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. On the other hand, her sister opted for attire in striking shades of black and red, exuding a commanding presence.
"Well, boys," Aemma said triumphantly, beaming with pride. "Take a look at your brides."
Rhaena couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious. "H-How do we look?" she asked timidly.
Baela, on the other hand, was more assertive. "Well? Are you boys going to say something or stand there like a statue gawking at us?" she raised an eyebrow and confidently placed her hands on her hips.
Jacaerys finally spoke up. "You… you look absolutely stunning. No, that word doesn't even come close to describing how breathtaking you both look."
Jaehaerys raised an eyebrow. "Jace, why must you always posture in front of beautiful women?" he humorously asked.
"O-Oh my," Rhaena blushed.
"Hey, tough guy," Baela teased, "put your tongue back in your mouth before you trip on it."
"W-What? I-I didn't…"
"Pffft! Haha, calm down, Jay. I was joking. Gods, you should see the look on your face!"
"S-Sis, please don't tease."
"Haaah… ah, Baela, what am I ever going to do with you?" It would appear that I will have my hands full with this one. Jaehaerys regained his composure and courteously pulled out a chair for Baela, gesturing for her to take a seat.
"Why thank you," Baela sat down.
Following his cousin's lead, Jacaerys politely pulled a chair for Rhaena. "My lady," he bowed gracefully.
"Th-Thank you, Jace," Rhaena sat.
As Daemon kept a watchful eye on his daughters, Jaehaerys and Jacaerys couldn't help but notice the intense gaze of the Rogue Prince fixated on them. Though Daemon tried to appear nonchalant and unconcerned about it, the protective father in him was on high alert. He was determined to ensure the safety of Baela and Rhaena, his beloved girls, no matter what. "Fair warning: you break their hearts, I break your necks," he warned them.
"F-Father!"
Baela's slight discomfort was evident in her body language. "Really, father? I assure you, it's really not necessary," she responded. The memory of his ruthless display earlier in the throne room against Vaemond still lingered in her mind, and she couldn't help but worry about her betrothed's safety. She wouldn't have batted an eye if her father had threatened anyone else, but this one hit too close to home.
Alicent's eyebrow raised. "Come again?" she asked, her protective instincts kicked in.
"Come now, my love, you should feel happy for them," Rhaenyra retorted.
Daemon rolled his eyes. "I'm thrilled," he said sarcastically.
The atmosphere in the room was tense, almost palpable, as the families of Aeonar, Rhaenyra, and Beatrice took their respective seats on opposite sides. Aemond and Helaena, the siblings of Rhaenyra, were seated next to each other, appearing deep in thought. However, Beatrice had chosen not to attend the last supper, and her conspicuous absence was an unmistakable indication of the rapidly deteriorating relationship between her and her stepchildren. Helaena absentmindedly played with a small trinket while Aemond maintained a serious demeanor.
As the king arrived, all present rose in unison to acknowledge his presence before settling back into their seats. Aeonar and Otto followed close behind, with Aeonar taking his place between Alicent and Rhaenyra and Otto seating himself between Alicent and the king. All eyes were on the servants who carefully carried the ailing Viserys into the room. The assembled guests watched with bated breath as the king gasped for air. The gravity of the moment hung heavily in the air, with tension and apprehension palpable on all sides.
Sitting at the head of the table, Viserys observed his family with keen interest. "How good it is… to see you all tonight… together," he said.
"Might we say a prayer before we begin?" Alicent inquired.
"Yes."
"May the Mother smile down on this gathering with love. May the Smith mend the bonds that have been broken for far too long. And to Vaemond Velaryon, may the gods give him rest."
In a moment of solemnity, all present bowed their heads and closed their eyes, paying their respects with a moment of silence and prayer. Alicent led the recitation of the Seven-Pointed Star's teachings; her voice was measured and unwavering. However, Daemon visibly showed his disdain as Vaemond's name was mentioned, rolling his eyes in a moment of disapproval. Once Alicent's prayer was finished, Aeonar recited the sacred texts of the Old Gods of Valyria with reverence and care. The verses were a tribute to the Valyrian pantheon of deities that had once been worshipped in the Freehold before the Doom. As he spoke, Aeonar felt a sense of connection to the past, as if he were touching something that had been lost for millennia. After the prayer's conclusion, everyone returned to their seats, the air heavy with emotions and unspoken thoughts.
"This is an occasion for celebration, it seems," Viserys added. "My grandsons, Jay and Jace, will marry their cousins, Baela and Rhaena, further strengthening the bond between our houses. A toast to the young princes… and their betrothed."
"Hear, hear!" Daemon raised his chalice.
"My congratulations to you, elder brother. You too, Baela," Aegon leaned in. "If you need any advice on how to make a marriage last, just ask me. Trust me. I'm more… experienced in the field."
"If that's the case, darling, then I would kindly suggest that you refrain from sharing your unconventional thoughts with them," Aemma replied.
"Oh, how my sister-wife wounds me so!"
Jaehaerys rolled his eyes while Baela seemed to find it amusing.
"Allow me to raise a cup," Jacaerys toasted. "To my cousin and greatest friend, Prince Jaehaerys Targaryen… Know that I am committed to supporting you now and always, until the end of our days. May the bond between our houses endure for centuries to come, just as it did during the days of Old Valyria. I hope your future reign is marked by prosperity and longevity. And may your name be forever engrained in the history books… as 'King Jaehaerys the Wise, the Second of His Name.'"
"And to you, dear cousin," Jaehaerys reciprocated. "May we extend our sincerest hospitality to you and offer you the finest fare and drink at our table. I vow to ask no service of you that might bring you shame or dishonor. Let us stand together as one house, one family, and one name for generations to come, just as our ancestors did in the days of Old Valyria. Bound in blood and by blood, we are brothers. To the future Lord of the Tides and Master of Driftmark."
"Hear, hear," Rhaena toasted. "You'll be great," she told Jace.
With a serene expression and a truly contented smile, Viserys observed the scene before him. After a while, he lifted his hand and gestured for everyone to quiet down. Using his cane for support, the king let out a soft groan as he stood up from his seat. "It both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table," he glances at Aeonar's and Rhaenyra's children and at his other children, Helaena and Aemond. "The faces most dear to me in all the world… yet grown so distant from each other… in the years past."
"Grandpa?" Joffrey tilted sideways, confused.
There were some awkward looks among those gathered as Viserys slowly reached up and removed the golden mask covering the right side of his rotting face, exposing the disfiguration to all present. His right eye and part of his cheek were missing, with sinew and teeth peeking through a rotting hole. Viserys looked more like a walking skeleton held together by flesh and whatever strength of will he had remaining than the ruling Targaryen king he used to be.
"O-Oh gods," Lucerys gasped in horror.
"No. No, no, no," Rhaenyra was shocked. Seeing the king's decaying face up close in person like this finally made sense to Rhaenyra. Nothing worked no matter how hard Aemma, Maester Alwyn, or any of the Blacks' healers tried. The king's health continued to decline without signs of improvement.
"My own face… is no longer a handsome one… if indeed it ever was," Viserys chuckled softly. He again looked disheartened. "But tonight… I wish you to see me as I am. Not just a king… but your father. Your brother. Your grandfather… and your great-grandfather. Who may not, it seems… walk for much longer among you." He set the golden mask on the table. "Let us no longer hold ill feelings in our hearts. The crown cannot stand strong if the House of the Dragon remains divided."
Upon careful reflection, Aeonar realized that he had indeed heard those words before. Although the memory was hazy, it had made its way into his dreams. He remembered broken phrases and unclear images that were gradually coming together to form a complete picture. Finally, the Young Dragon recalled the entirety of his vision, which was this very moment. The last supper was precisely what he had foreseen. Father…
"But set aside your differences," Viserys slammed his hand on the table. "If not for the sake of the crown… then for the sake of this old man who loves you all so dearly!" his voice quivered with a hint of desperation, pleading with them to end the familial infighting before sitting back down.
Grandfather… Jaehaerys looked at him worriedly.
Deep in thought, Rhaenyra pondered her past mistakes as a misspent youth, reflecting on her choices that led to the fragmentation of House Targaryen and estrangement from her brother. With an unwavering determination, she rises to her feet, ready to take the initiative. "I wish to raise my cup to the Prince of Dragonstone, my brother Aeonar. And his beloved consort, Lady Alicent," she began. "I love our father. You love father. He's all we have left. No one has ever stood more loyally at his side to keep this family going through its darkest times than you." She turned to Aeonar. "But I must admit that my… choices were not always the right ones. I was an unruly girl who squandered every chance that was given to me. Aeonar… I know I'm in no position to ask you for anything. I've made mistakes. I've let you down times beyond counting. Ever since we were children, you looked out for us. Whatever our mistakes and… disagreements over the years, you're still my older brother. I love you with all my heart."
Aeonar listened closely.
"And to my good sister, Alicent," Rhaenyra continued. "No one in this room has stood more loyally by the heir to the Iron Throne's side than his good wife. She has tended to him with… unfailing devotion, love, and honor from the day we met as children. Blessed him with four sons and a daughter, all of whom had grown to become such wonderful young adults in their own right. She's been there for him when I couldn't. And for that, I will always be grateful to her…"
Moved, Alicent raises her cup. "Your graciousness moves me deeply, princess," she sniffled. "We are both mothers, and we love our children. For as long as I've known you, we have more in common than we sometimes allow. Bound together by blood and blessed by the sacred light of the Seven in matrimonial vows, we are sisters now and always. I raise my cup to you and your house. May the Mother shine brightly upon you and your children, Rhaenyra."
Aeonar took his turn and lifted his cup. "It's been… an incredibly long time since we were all gathered here in this room, at the same time, on the same day. We were a close-knit family once, but we've been estranged from one another for far too long. But tonight, that all changes. We will come together once more, and we will stay together," he toasted. "Still, I must extend my utmost apologies to you, Rhaenyra," he said, turning to his sister. "Despite having the best life could offer, we both made mistakes. But what's important is who stands by your side. Even though your 'jokes' and 'victimless pranks' drove me to the brink of insanity in our youth, you're still the same little sister with pigtails and skinned knees who fearlessly defied social norms and spoke her mind. But sometimes, it takes another to make us realize that the unbreakable bond between us is what ties our family together as a whole. Avy raqan, hāedus, se nyke manaerili ao. (I love you, little sister, and I raise my cup to you.)"
Rhaenyra's emotions overwhelmed her, causing her to choke up. She couldn't tell if it was due to her pregnancy hormones or the unexpected gesture from Aeonar, who expressed his desire to make amends with her. The sincerity in his words prompted the princess to stand again, and she embraced her older brother tightly. The Young Dragon reciprocated her embrace, holding her just as tightly, demonstrating that their bond as brother and sister had not been completely severed. "Fucking hormones," her voice cracked.
"Language, Rhaenyra. Remember, there are children here," Aeonar jested.
"Hah, smartass."
Jacaerys noticed Aemond coolly staring at him. Despite their rivalry, the Velaryon prince tried the more mature approach. "To Prince Aemond," he said. "We have not seen each other in years, but I have fond memories of our shared youth. And as men, I hope we may yet be friends and allies. To you and your family's good health, dear uncle." He turned to Helaena. "To Princess Helaena, there've been often, at times, moments of… confusion and misunderstanding, but nothing has changed that we have always had you in our thoughts. I only hope that we grow closer in the months and years to come."
Viserys, one of Aeonar's twin sons, rose from his seat and cleared his throat, gaining the attention of everyone in the room. "I would like to propose a toast to our beloved aunt Rhaenyra," he announced, holding up his chalice. "She has proven to be a loyal and faithful companion to our family, always providing us with an element of excitement. Although our time spent together may have been limited, I am hopeful that we can all come together as a united and strong family moving forward." His words were met with nods of agreement and murmurs of approval from those gathered around the table. "And to our great-uncle, Prince Daemon. I only ask that you take good care of aunt Rhaenyra. She means everything to us."
"Well done, my boy," the king praised.
"Beware the beast beneath the boards," Helaena mumbled under her breath, fidgeting her insect-like medallion between her fingers.
Aemma stood up gracefully, her eyes shining with emotion as she raised her glass. "If I may, I would like to offer a heartwarming tribute to our dearly beloved grandfather, King Viserys," she began, her voice steady and clear. "He has been the epitome of kindness and sweetness, a true beacon of light in the realm. Every moment spent with him has been a precious gift, filled with love and warmth that will remain with us forever. Grandfather, words cannot express the depth of our love and admiration for you."
After Aegon and Daeron made theirs, Helaena stood. "I would like to toast to Baela and Rhaena. They'll be married soon," she raised her cup. "It isn't so bad. Mostly he just ignores you… except sometimes when he's drunk."
"Pffft! Hahahaha!" Daeron couldn't help but burst out laughing. He knew exactly who his aunt was talking about.
"Stop it," Aemma quickly silenced him, not wanting to be reminded of that person.
Aeonar and Alicent didn't find it funny at all. "Daeron, that's enough," they scolded him sternly.
Daeron sulked, feeling chastised.
Jaehaerys was next to give a toast. "As we gather here today, it is with great honor and reverence that we raise a toast to our esteemed and noble family members. We pay tribute to our lord grandfathers, King Viserys and Ser Otto Hightower, and our father, mother, siblings, aunt Rhaenyra, Prince Daemon, and esteemed cousins," he raised his cup. "Our family is not just a collection of individuals, but a united and steadfast house, standing strong together under one roof. We have persevered through the trials we have faced and will continue to persevere, thanks to the unbreakable bond that ties us together. As we raise our glasses, we celebrate the strength and unity of the House of the Dragon, and we pay homage to our cherished grandfather, King Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of His Name."
"Good," Otto expressed gratitude towards his eldest grandson for his exceptional intellect, dignified mannerisms, shrewdness in political maneuvering, and adeptness in diplomacy. The young prince's remarkable capabilities at his age left Otto contemplating whether Jaehaerys could potentially match or surpass the renowned Old King at his present rate of progress.
Viserys smiled softly. "I thank you all for your kind words…" he said to his grandchildren. "Let's… Let's game some music."
In the midst of a joyous atmosphere, with the harmonious melodies of the minstrels filling the air, Aeonar gestured for additional servings of food and beverages to be brought forth. The servants bustled about, catering to the guests' needs and ensuring their satisfaction. The music continued to play on, enchanting the room with its exquisite tunes.
Viserys stood up from his seat and made his way toward his aunt, Helaena, who was quietly observing the festivities. With the utmost politeness, he extended his hand to request a dance kindly. Although she typically disliked being touched, to his surprise, Helaena accepted to join in the revelry. Taking her nephew's hand in hers, she gracefully followed him to an open space in the room, where they began to move in perfect harmony with the music's rhythm. The atmosphere was one of pure joy and merriment as the two of them twirled and spun in an enchanting display of dance and beauty.
"My lady Baela," Jaehaerys approached. "Would you care to dance with me?" he offered his hand.
Baela raised her eyebrow. "I was wondering when you'd ask me. Think you can keep up, tough guy?" she teased. As Baela grasped her betrothed's hand, she was led to the dance floor with a confident stride. Surprising the prince with her exceptional dance skills, she effortlessly mesmerized the group with her graceful movements and twirls. It was almost impossible for the Young Dragon's firstborn son to take his eyes off her as she spun provocatively, exuding an air of enchantment that left him spellbound. One could easily tell that Baela's dancing prowess was honed during her upbringing in Pentos. On the other hand, Jaehaerys's dance style was more fluid and elegant, complementing Baela's bold and dynamic moves. The two matched each other's steps with ease, learning from each other's movements and adapting seamlessly.
"May I have this dance, my lady?" Jacaerys asked his betrothed.
"I-I would love to," Rhaena happily agreed. She had a natural talent for dancing that surpassed any other skill she possessed. The way she moved was like poetry in motion, so smooth and graceful that it was impossible not to be captivated by her rhythmic steps. While her older sister Baela had her own unique way of dancing to the music, Rhaena was in her element, letting the music guide her every movement. The sound of the flute, pipes, and harp blended together in perfect harmony, while the beat of the drum set the pace of their dance. It was as if time stood still as Rhaena and Jace twirled around each other, lost in the moment and completely absorbed in the magic of their dance.
As King Viserys surveyed the lively scene before him, his heart swelled with mixed emotions. His beloved son Aeonar and daughter-in-law Alicent were thoroughly enjoying themselves, while his daughter Rhaenyra and brother/son-in-law Daemon shared a laugh and some refreshments. Even Otto was applauding their grandchildren's dance performance. After so many years of pain and heartache, Viserys finally achieved his ultimate goal of bringing his family back together. However, as much as this reunion lifted his spirits, it also stirred up feelings of sadness within him. For a brief moment, the ailing monarch thought he saw a vision of his late wife amongst the crowd. Aemma… We-We did it, my love… Our children, they… they've grown so much. You'd be so proud of them. Aeonar… Rhaenyra… I― Viserys then felt a sharp pain wrack his body. Leaning over, his soft groans caught the attention of Aeonar, Alicent, Rhaenyra, Daemon, and Otto.
"Father?" Aeonar noticed.
"Father?" Rhaenyra echoed.
"Brother," Daemon observed.
"I… I'm just tired…" Viserys said through breaths.
Aeonar moved to his father, but Otto intervened. "No, no," Otto said. "I'll take care of the rest for the night. Take this moment for yourselves."
"You're sure?" Alicent asked.
"His Grace is tired. I'll see him to his chambers." Otto turned to the guardsmen and had them approach the palanquin before carrying the king to his room. "Please, sit down," he motioned for the others before leaving the dining hall.
Lucerys remained seated at the table, enjoying his meal; he couldn't help but notice his uncle, Prince Aemond, giving him a piercing stare from across the room. The servants approached with a fresh batch of food, but as soon as Lucerys saw the roast pig, he couldn't contain himself. Memories of the hilarious prank he and his cousins played on Aemond flooded back, causing him to suppress a smirk and let out a soft chuckle.
Unfortunately, the outcome was the opposite of what was intended. Aemond vividly recalled the prank that was pulled on him when he saw the roast pig, and it remained fresh in his memory. Oh, ha-ha. Very funny. Laugh at me, will you? Very well, then. Let's take it up a notch. Aemond forcefully slams his fist on the table, silencing the room. Once he had everyone's attention, he quickly regained his composure and calmly raised his chalice. "Final tribute," he announced. "To the health of my nephews: Jaehaerys, Aegon, Viserys, and Daeron. To our future king, may he live long like his namesake and die a very old man." He slowly turned to Jace and Luke, his smirking growing even more devious. "And, of course, to Jace… Luke… and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise… strong." The one-eyed prince made sure to emphasize the last word spoken.
Helaena moved to clap, but she noticed a sudden change in the room. The expressions on everyone's faces darkened, leaving her wondering what had just happened. She had assumed her brother would join her in applauding, but now she was unsure whether she should continue or not.
"Come… let us drain our cups to these three… Strong boys."
Jacaerys glared at him. "I dare you to say that again," he challenged.
"Jace. Jace, no," Rhaenyra beseeched him.
Viserys shook his head. "Oh, here we go again," he bemoaned.
Aegon, however, was less than tactful. "Aemond, you shit," he said in disgust.
Aemond seemed more amused than angered. "My, my. Such bold words from such a small boy. But words are wind, do you actually have the courage to do more than talk?" he asked. "And what of you? 'Twas a compliment," he said to Jace. "Do you not think yourself Strong?"
Enraged, Jacaerys moved to confront Aemond. However, as he prepared to deliver a right hook, he found himself held back by Jaehaerys, who quickly moved to intercept and get between them. "Wha…?! Jay?!" he exclaimed.
"No, Jace. Don't you do it," Jaehaerys restrained his cousin. Protective of them as he was, the prince knew Jace didn't stand a chance against their uncle.
"What do you mean 'no'?! You heard what he said!"
"I know that, but listen to me, Jace. Your blood is running too high. There's a difference between bravery and recklessness. You have a tendency to forget that. Don't allow yourself to be swayed by Aemond's words. It is essential to remain calm and composed and not succumb to his tactics. Because that's exactly what he wants you to do. Rise above it. Don't let such infantile jests get to you. You're better than that."
"'Infantile'?" Aemond raised an eyebrow. "I was merely expressing how proud I am of our family, Jay. Mmm. Though it seems you all aren't quite as proud as well."
"You're such an overgrown man-child, Aemond! Learn when to grow up!" Aemma chided.
Lucerys attempted to assist his brother, but his cousin Viserys restrained him.
"Such conduct is quite unbecoming of a Targaryen of your stature, wouldn't you say… One-Eye?" Daeron taunted.
Aemond's countenance underwent a marked transformation, contorting into a visage of displeasure and displeasure as he was subjected to a disparaging remark. His initial reaction was to approach the offender with hostile intent, however, Aeonar and Daemon promptly placed themselves in his path, effectively deterring him from pursuing such an unwise course of action.
"That's as far as you go," Aeonar warned.
"Go to your quarters. All of you go, now," Rhaenyra instructed her sons.
"Same goes for you five. Go on," Alicent motioned for her children to do the same.
Daemon walked up to his nephew with a calm demeanor and stood by his side, eyeing Aemond intently. "You may have the privilege of riding the largest dragon in the world, but Vhagar is quite a distance away. And unless you've lost your mind along with your eye, you're facing a multitude of adversaries on your own," he said, placing his hand on the hilt of Dark Sister.
"It would be most unwise to push your luck, boy," Aeonar said coolly. "Now… stand down."
Aemond's gaze lingered on Aeonar and Daemon, scrutinizing them both. Despite his training as a deadly fighter, he knew he couldn't match his older half-brother or their uncle in a physical confrontation. Upon seeing Blackfyre and Dark Sister, Aemond slowly backed away. "Dear uncle, please don't mistake my words for anything more than a simple toast to the good fortune of your soon-to-be sons-in-law. If I inadvertently caused offense, please accept my sincere apologies," he said, bowing his head before leaving. Jace appeared ready to argue, but a stern look from Jaehaerys and Daemon prompted him to hold back his anger and leave the room with Lucerys and Joffrey in tow.
Aeonar eyed Aemond. That boy is bound to become a problem at some point in his life. According to Aemond's perspective, Aeonar and Daemon were merely obstacles to be conquered and outdone. However, from Aeonar's perspective, he saw Aemond as a young and inexperienced boy who still had much to learn. But, in the end, it makes no difference. Don't enter the dragon's lair, boy. If you play with fire, you're going to get burned.
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As night fell, Otto took charge of the servants as they tended to a fatigued King Viserys, ensuring that he was prepared for a comfortable night's rest. Aeonar had arrived earlier than anticipated and apprised his father-in-law of the events that had unfolded during their absence. Otto, in turn, found himself considering the true magnitude of the Blacks' threat. Although they posed a serious danger to the realm, he couldn't help but feel that their greatest weapon wasn't Queen Beatrice or Ser Criston, nor even the rogue Aegon the Elder. Rather, Prince Aemond was the one who held the most potential for destruction. With these thoughts weighing heavily on his mind, Otto took his leave and retreated to his own quarters.
Viserys had been given a generous quantity of dream wine that had been blended with pulverized willow bark. Although it didn't alleviate his pain as efficiently as milk of the poppy would have, it did provide him with some relief and allowed him to maintain his mental clarity and functionality.
"How is he?" Rhaenyra entered.
Aeonar glanced over his shoulder. "He's finally asleep," he whispered to her. "I had Alwyn whip up a special potion to ease his pain. It's not as strong as milk of the poppy is, but it should at least keep his mind clear while dulling the worst of the agony."
"Do you think this could help him?"
"Honestly, if I had been informed about his disease more than twenty years ago, things might have been different. But now… it's about ensuring that he's as comfortable as possible. That's really all we can do for him at this point."
Rhaenyra let out a deep sigh, her shoulders slumping. "It seems like there's nothing we can do," she said in a defeated tone.
Aeonar shook his head, his expression grave. "No, Rhaenyra. No, we can't." I'm not letting you die tonight, father. Not if I have anything to say about it. He turned to face her; concern etched on his face. "What's your plan now?"
Rhaenyra looked up at him, her eyes filled with determination. "I'm not leaving you here alone, Aeonar. We've been apart for far too long. I'm sticking around whether you like it or not."
"I wasn't expecting anything less from you, sister. It's been a long and hard six years, and I could use some good company."
"You look tired, Aeonar. The past few years have taken their toll on you."
"Well, I do have a granddaughter now."
"I know. Aemma introduced her to us. Saena. It's a beautiful name."
"Indeed." Aeonar's gaze shifted towards Rhaenyra's pregnant belly, his voice softening. "But what about you? How are you feeling?"
Rhaenyra let out a small laugh, rubbing her swollen stomach. "Honestly, it's not much different from when I had my other boys. But I'm hoping this one will be a girl."
"Let me guess, you're planning on naming the child Visenya if it does turn out to be a girl?"
"Hah. You know me too well, brother."
"Of course, I do. You're my sister." Aeonar noticed how dark it was getting outside. "Anyhow, shouldn't you be getting some sleep? It's getting late."
Rhaenyra shook her head. "And leave you here?" she pressed.
"I have to watch over father. I―"
"We will watch over him," Rhaenyra interrupted, holding her brother's hand and giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "Wherever you go, I go too. And don't even try to convince me otherwise."
Aeonar sighed. "Together, then," he conceded before turning his eyes toward their sleeping father. Do you hear that, old man? Rhaenyra and I are going to take good care of you. I'm not going to let you give up. Not yet.
King's Landing ― Street of Silk…
Under the cover of darkness, an individual draped in a heavy cloak moved stealthily, staying close to the shadows to avoid the attention of the vigilant City Watch or the Lykirī Mēre agents who roamed the city's rooftops and alleyways. Adorned with the sigil of a scarab meticulously sewn onto his tunic, he took great care to blend in with his surroundings, so as not to draw any undue suspicion upon himself. "Thank you for meeting me here… Ulf," he said calmly.
When Ulf White emerged from the shadows, he voiced his concerns. "Do you really think you can pull this off? The streets are dangerous at night," he grumbled. Ulf was a fellow dragonseed from Dragonstone, with his pale hair earning him his moniker. However, he wasn't known for his sobriety - he had a reputation for drinking and being illiterate. At this time of night, he struggled to sober up and be alert.
"Patience, now. Patience. Do you have what I've asked you for?"
"Huh, bloody did. Put up a fight, all right. Wasn't expecting him to have a dragon."
Standing next to him was Aegon the Elder, who appeared fatigued after being on the run as a fugitive for the past two years. In order to avoid detection, he was disguised as a lowborn commoner born into poverty, with Ulf and his accomplices helping to conceal his Valyrian traits by dyeing his hair a deep shade of blue. This subtle change in appearance was intended to prevent him from standing out too much.
"Keep in mind, his name is Griff. He's a scrappy street kid from Flea Bottom who's had to do whatever it takes to survive. His dragon has been stashed away in a secret location that the Dragonkeepers don't even know about yet. When the time is right, we'll give the signal. But until then, we can't let a single word of what happens here get back to the Young Dragon. He's got eyes and ears all over the place."
"Sounds like some bloody wizard, or a sorcerer," Ulf hiccupped.
"Whatever. Just keep quiet." The cloaked individual turned to Aegon. "Well… time to keep a low profile… Griff."
Aegon looked grim. "Fine. I'll lay low. Doesn't bother me," he said cryptically.
Chapter End
Author's Note: Everyone has gathered for the last supper King Viserys I Targaryen will ever host. What are your thoughts on the matter? More importantly, how was Aeonar's and Rhaenyra's interactions after not seeing each other in so long? One more thing to add, Aegon the Elder has been smuggled into the capital disguised as a street urchin with a whole new look; blue hair, dirty clothes, a dispirited look on life. How will this affect future chapters? Let me know.
garrysprawson123: I love this chapter and goo job man! and also I have this question, Will Hugh Hammer and Ulf White ride on different Dragons? will there be Oc Dragons as well?
―Can't spoil anything
C.E.W: Very, very well done chapter. I gotta say the talks between Aeonar Targaryen and King Viserys was very well done. As well as the last supper, gotta say the speeches and all of that was tearful... in the good way. There was of course the bit of a hiccup when Aemond had to ruin the moment, but nothing that Aeonar can't handle. Aemond has become a formidable fighter, and has the potential of a great warrior but Aeonar has had a lifetime of experience, is a seasoned warrior and is far deadlier that even Daemon fears him.
Aegon the Elder is now in the capital, he has a lot of nerve showing up in a city ruled by Aeonar Targaryen. Aegon the Elder is a wanted fugitive, the City Watch, the Lykiri Mere are on the watch for him. Larys Strong's help no doubt, who else is capable of operating under the radar of Aeonar's spy network? No else who works with the Caltrops that's for sure.
If Ulf White is with Aegon the Elder, I guess that means Hugh Hammer is too. Larys Strong must've been sheltering them, and taught them how to hide from Aeonar's agents.
If the Caltrops were to make an attempt for the Iron Throne after King Viserys dies, Aeonar would need to be away. It would have to be something very important to make leave the side of King Viserys who he is determined to make time with. It would have to be something dire that can threaten the realm's stability. Closest known threat is the Triarchy, although not as strong as they used to be and recently taken a defeat, they still threaten the Stepstones, and with Lord Corlys wounded and Vaemond dead, the Velaryon fleet leadership has suffered a blow, might embolden them. Also Aeonar might not let the wounding of his strongest and longtime ally go.
Or,
Perhaps the Dornish. Dorne and the Stormlands are known to clash one another in the decades following Aegon the Conqueror's attempt to conquer it. Might get so bad that full scale war might come and Aeonar would be forced to intervene.
Questions:
Aegon the Elder must be very brave, and probably desires revenge, to return to King's Landing right in the Dragon's Lair. Aeonar's lair to be precise, he rules the city.
―Very risky to be brought into King's Landing, regardless.
King Viserys' health is in decline, will Aeonar's medical might help make him last a day, maybe two?
―He'll make sure his father lasts a while longer as best he can.
King Viserys didn't seem surprised by Aeonar mentioning his promise to the Old King. Does that mean Viserys was also present that day too in the Old King's bedside?
―Yes
Will Aeonar and Rhaenyra be talking about their father's memento chest while they are at his bedside?
―Yes
randomdude24: Great job with the last supper, kinda glad Aemond got put in his place but also know what Aeonar thinks of him. In some ways I pity him, he was raised in hate and prejudice by Beatrice and the Caltrops, this is the result of that.
So you've introduced most of the dragonseeds, Addam and Alyn are serving in the Fleet. Hugh is on the run or dead, Ulf is in league with the Caltrops, and Neetles is unknown. Im interested in their role in this dance. Question about them.
They become rather infamous because they could tame dragons, but because in canon Rhaenyra didn't have match political support she instead used the dragonseeds to combat her opponents. Will they have a similar role in your dance of the dragons or will they be nonexistent to the point they won't mount dragons?
―I'll see what I can do.
KingInTheNorth27: Great chapter loved the way you portrayed the last supper. I especially loved the stand-off between Aemond, Aeonar, and Daemon. Now I am very curious of how the hell are they going to get Aegon crowned to be king because they have to sneak him under all the dragonkeepers, away from Aeonar spy's and Gold cloaks. That's not including all the dragons present because even with Vhagar there are at least 5 dragons that can fight Vhagar and maybe win. So I'm am throughly excited and impatient for the next chapter. Also thanks for not waiting for the second season to premiere to continue the story after the end of first season.
Nerokyi: Good chapter!
―Thanks.