Red Keep ― Small Council chambers…
Amid a tumultuous three-day period, the situation seems to be escalating rapidly. Unfortunately, the Caltrops did not respond to the Blacks' terms of surrender. As a result, with the prospect of civil war now looming large, both sides are preparing for battle. Those who have declared allegiance to Aegon Targaryen have reportedly been gathering their forces. The Blacks are easily identifiable by their black banners adorned with three-headed dragons, while the Caltrops' banners feature an orange three-headed dragon. The Blacks' high-ranking leaders met for one final time at the Red Keep to discuss their strategic plans, hoping to gain an edge over their counterparts.
"Since we've had the Stepstones under our control these past seventeen years," Corlys surveyed the map, "I have taken the liberty to restock the garrison in our territories with new armaments, rations, and ships to ensure the smooth flow of trade to King's Landing and our allies in the east. If we… further seal the Summer Sea, cut off seaborne travel and trade to the west. I've already sent word to House Redwyne in the Arbor. Should any merchant ship be seen trying to circle around the Stepstones, they will establish a total blockade in days, if not already."
Otto examined the map and noted that Lord Redwyne was a close kin of the Hightowers and a good friend of his grandnephew, Lyonel Hightower, who was Lord Ormund's young son. With the combined might of the Velaryon, Redwyne, and Royal fleets, the Blacks held dominion over the seas. However, the Hand also had to consider the Principality of Dorne taking notice of increased activity along the Summer Sea. Despite Dorne's neutrality, if the Blacks or the Caltrops brought naval warfare near their borders, House Martell would interpret it as an act of war. To prevent such a possibility, Otto sent a raven to Prince Qoren beforehand to reassure no conflict would come near Dorne's borders.
"My lord," Jaehaerys interrupted, "we must also consider the Triarchy taking advantage of the conflict. Dragonstone is too well-defended to invade, so if they go through the Gullet, Driftmark would be vulnerable to attack."
"I shall take Meleys and patrol the Gullet myself," Rhaenys volunteered.
Aeonar carefully studied the map of Westeros, examining every detail. It reminded him of his younger days when he, Daemon, and Corlys fought their own private war against the Triarchy in the Stepstones. With the island chain under Velaryon control, the Triarchy's remnants would have to seek other options, no matter how few they were. His spies in Essos had reported that Admiral Sharako Lohar had gathered enough resources to construct 90 warships, and General Racallion Ryndoon would be with him. If the remnants of the Triarchy were planning to invade the Gullet, then Driftmark and King's Landing would be within their sights. They would need all the forces they could get to defend the surrounding territories with their fleets and dragons.
"When we drain the Summer Sea, we can cut off the Caltrops' logistical supply lines and force their surrender," Bartimos said.
"To do that, we'll need to isolate their holdings," Aegon surveyed.
"We must also consider their five dragons likely patrolling the skies," Viserys warned. "Corxes, Maelyx, and Vermax might be smaller than the others, but they are still large enough to be considered fighting-sized."
"Which leaves Moondancer, Arrax, and Gaemon out of the equation," Aemma said.
Daeron complained that he and his dragon were too young to join the fight. Baela also wanted to fight alongside Jaehaerys as a fellow Targaryen dragonrider, but Moondancer was too small to be considered a fighting-sized dragon. She, Rhaena, and Joffrey were to be fostered at Gulltown in the Vale for their protection. Before leaving, Aeonar entrusted Rhaena with three dragon eggs to watch over. If one hatched, she could claim it.
"If we're to have enough support on the ground," Rhaenyra said, "we must secure the support of Winterfell, the Eyrie, and Storm's End."
"We'll need to send a raven to our allies," Alwyn said.
"You won't have to," Jacaerys said. "We should bear those messages. Dragons can fly faster than ravens and they're more convincing." He turned to Aeonar. "Send us, uncle."
"I concur," Jaehaerys assented to his cousin's proposal. "As my father opined, our family has direct blood ties to House Arryn, and the Vale is the birthplace of our grandmother. They will not turn their backs on one of their own. And I still have good relations with the people there." He directed his attention to Aeonar. "With your permission, father, I would like to formally request you send me to the Eyrie and request an audience with Lady Jeyne Arryn."
"The princes are right, Your Grace," Corlys agreed.
Aeonar looked at the young Targaryen and Velaryon royals. Jaehaerys and Jacaerys were the first to volunteer to carry out his will as messengers to the Great Houses of the Seven Kingdoms. Furthermore, his eyes remained locked with those of his heir. Jaehaerys may be young and inexperienced in war, but the Young Dragon cannot deny his eldest son's reputation as a skilled diplomat. "Permission granted," he nodded. "Mmm. While Prince Jaehaerys rides to the Vale in the east, Prince Jacaerys will travel north to Winterfell to treat with Lord Cregan Stark," he said. "Prince Aegon will fly to Riverrun and speak with Lord Grover Tully to gain the Riverlands' allegiance. If you cannot do so, then seek out his grandson Ser Elmo and his son Kermit."
"Understood, father," Aegon nodded.
"Prince Viserys will fly to White Harbor and treat with Lord Desmond Manderly."
"Yes, father," Viserys consented.
"Princess Aemma will fly west to Highgarden and treat with Lord Tyrell's regent mother to secure the support of the Reach."
Aemma nodded gracefully. "Understood, father. I won't let you down," she replied.
"Prince Lucerys will fly south to Storm's End and treat with Lord Borros Baratheon," Rhaenyra suggested. "We must remind these lords of the oaths they swore. And… the cost of breaking them."
"I'll go with him," Daeron declared with certainty. "Two heads are always better than one." His decision was unwavering, no matter what other suggestions were proposed.
"Daeron!" Alicent chided. Although she knew her youngest's proposal was risky, there were other reasons to consider. The Stormlanders valued strength above all else and would see sending two children, even princes and dragonriders, as an insult. There was Borros, who had directed derogatory slurs at her during his drunken stupor sixteen years ago. This led Aeonar to challenge and defeat him in a duel. His late father, Lord Bormund, was a wise and level-headed man, who could be fierce when angered, but always remained diplomatic and reasonable. However, Borros, his son, saw himself as a different creature entirely. He was quick to anger and easily offended by the slightest thing. He was also prideful and confrontational.
"I said I'm going with Luke! Besides, I've heard Lord Borros serves himself, and he's still sore after father kicked his ass once."
"That's why your cousin should go instead," Rhaenyra agreed with her sister-in-law. Though she admired her nephew's bravery, even the princess remembered Borros' slurs hurled at her and Alicent.
"If the Caltrops get to him first, who knows what'll happen?"
With a loud bang, Daemon slammed his hands down on the table. "This talk of meetings, messages, and diplomacy is just a load of nonsense! We have more dragons than our enemies; even Vhagar couldn't stand alone against us. We should be unleashing them to rain down fire and death upon our foes rather than using them as mere messengers," he exclaimed.
Jaehaerys looked at his great-uncle/father-in-law. "Daemon, you cannot be suggesting that―"
"We will conquer by dividing. Dragons will be unleashed on the Westerlands and disloyal houses in the Reach. By the next full moon, Caltrop heads will be on spikes or in pisspots." Daemon's words hung in the air like a terrible blade. Some remembered the stories of Maegor the Cruel when he used the legendary dragon Balerion to turn his opponents to ash and brought back 2,000 skulls of poor fellows during his war against the Faith Militant.
"There will be no action without the king's approval," Otto reminded his rival.
"I will not tolerate anyone disregarding my father's final wishes," Aeonar's voice boomed across the hall as he issued his warning. "Send the word. Lord Corlys, prepare our navies. Daemon, ensure our soldiers are ready to move at a moment's notice but don't make a move without my say-so. Otto, spread our proclamations far and wide to great and small lords. Let them know the truth about Aegon's true parentage." His advisors stood before him, and he locked eyes with each of them. "Now… go."
Everyone rushed to obey the king's commands. Even Daemon, though disgruntled, submitted to Aeonar's orders. They filed out of the council chamber, leaving only Alicent with her husband. The new queen approached the king and touched his shoulder reassuringly. "Perhaps we could send a messenger to Starpike," Alicent suggested. "We could arrange a meeting to negotiate. House Arryn would surely back you, and the Starks never forget an oath. Once the Caltrops see they are outnumbered and surrounded, they will surely come to their senses."
"That depends on the Lord of Highgarden's mother," Aeonar sighed, his head feeling significant discomfort. "Lyonel Tyrell is still an infant, so she rules in her son's name." He turned to Alicent. "Let's hope our daughter convinces her to see reason."
King's Landing ― The Dragonpit…
That evening, both Rhaenyra and Alicent went to the Dragonpit's back entrances leading to the Blackwater Rush to bid farewell to their children, who were embarking on diplomatic missions. While Rhaenyra had confidence in her sons, Alicent was worried about her five children – Jaehaerys, Aegon, Viserys, Aemma, and Daeron. As a mother and queen, she was concerned about their safety, despite them being mature young adults going independently.
"It's time to go."
As Alicent and Rhaenyra turned their heads, they couldn't help but admire the distinct attires that their children had chosen for their journey across the kingdom. Jaehaerys, the eldest, had opted for a more somber look, donning a black leather tunic beneath his dark robes. He kept his hood down, revealing his handsome features. Aegon and Viserys, the twins, had opted for a more coordinated look. They wore almost identical clothing, save for the red bandana wrapped around one of the twin's left arm and the blue one around the other's right. Aemma, the only daughter, looked stunning in her fitted jet-black dress. She had paired it with leather armor fastened with thick protective straps, adding a touch of toughness to her otherwise elegant appearance. Daeron, the youngest, had chosen regal black clothing with a striking red three-headed dragon emblazoned on his chest. Jacaerys and Lucerys, the two Velaryon boys, had donned dark cloaks, with the Blacks' signatory red and black garments underneath, proudly displaying their allegiance to Aeonar's cause.
"It's… almost hard to believe they're growing up so fast," Alicent reminisced.
"I know," Rhaenyra concurred.
"Mother…" Aemma approached Alicent.
Alicent observed her only daughter, Aemma, in such a condition that her heart was filled with profound sorrow. Aemma, a youth in her prime, had recently become a mother to a delightful four-month-old baby girl and was brimming with potential. However, Aemma appeared to be grappling with emotional difficulties as she contemplated the possibility of parting ways with her loved ones. "My dear girl," she gently caressed her daughter's cheek, "please promise me you'll stay safe out there, okay?"
"I… I will, mama. Take good care of papa and Saena for me, okay?"
"I promise, sweetling."
Rhaenyra sighed. "It's been said that as Targaryens, we are closer to gods than to men. Your uncle told me this when we were your age," she told her sons. "And the Iron Throne puts us a touch closer, perhaps."
"But, if we are to serve the Seven Kingdoms… we must answer to the gods," Alicent reminded them. Together with Rhaenyra, they pulled out The Seven-Pointed Star, a holy text of the Faith of the Seven. "When you're outside, act as messengers, not aggressors. Promise not to engage in violence for any reason."
"You must take no part in any fighting. Swear it to us now under the eyes of the Seven."
Lucerys placed his hand on the book. "I swear it," he promised.
"I swear it," Jaehaerys vowed.
"I swear it," Jacaerys promised.
"I swear it," Aegon and Viserys swore.
"I swear it," Aemma said.
Daeron chose to stay quiet. When everyone's attention shifted towards him, the young prince expressed his disappointment with a groan. "Ugh, fine! I swear it," he grumbled.
Jaehaerys, Jace, Luke, Aegon, Viserys, Aemma, and Daeron were getting ready to depart when Aeonar approached, catching the attention of both Rhaenyra and Alicent.
"Brother," Rhaenyra acknowledged.
"My love," Alicent acknowledged.
Aeonar looked at each of the young royals. He was fortunate enough to catch up with them before they left for their diplomatic assignments. "I am not here as a king, but as a father and uncle, to bid you all farewell," he spoke calmly. "Cregan Stark is… closer to your age than your mother and me. The same goes for you, Aegon. Viserys. Perhaps while you're in the North, Jace, you will discover some common interests as young men."
"Yes, Your Grace," Jacaerys replied.
Rhaenyra looked at Lucerys. "Storm's End is a short flight from here," she explained. "You have Baratheon blood from your grandmother, Rhaenys. And… Lord Borros is an eternally proud man. He will be honored to host a prince of the realm… and his dragon. I expect you will receive a very warm welcome."
"Yes, mother," Lucerys answered.
Aeonar looked at Daeron and gave him a stern warning. "Listen, the man you and Luke are about to meet might not be the easiest to deal with. Borros Baratheon might be full of himself, rude, and illiterate. But we can't let that get to us. We must focus on the task, be polite, and choose your words carefully before speaking. So please don't bring up our past history. One mistake and everything could go up in flames. And hey, take care of your cousin Luke, will you?" he said, hoping his words had sunk in. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"I'm… not sure if I can restrain myself, father. But I'll do my best," Daeron said.
I suppose that's all a father can hope for. "Before you go… Jay, Aegon, Viserys. There's one more thing."
"What's that?" Viserys inquired.
Aeonar unsheathed Blackfyre and motioned for his three elder sons to come forward. Jaehaerys, Aegon, and Viserys instinctively complied with their father's request. "Kneel," he commanded. The young princes knelt before the Young Dragon, exchanging brief glances. After a moment of silence, they felt the tip of Blackfyre tapping their shoulders. "In the name of the Warrior, I charge you to be brave," Aeonar began reciting the sacred vows. "In the name of the Father, I charge you to be just. In the name of the Mother, I charge you to defend the young and innocent. In the name of the Maid, I charge you to protect all women." Upon finishing, he lowers Blackfyre to his side. "Arise, my sons. A knight of the Seven Kingdoms."
Among the ranks of House Targaryen's new generation of royalty, Jaehaerys and his brothers, Aegon and Viserys, were granted the esteemed privilege of being knighted by their father. The momentous occasion of their knighting demanded a grand celebration, but alas, such festivities would have to be put on hold. Each of the newly-crowned knights had been entrusted with their own unique mission to undertake. The dragons Vermithor, Silverwing, Corxes, Maelyx, Gaemon, Vermax, and Arrax each eagerly awaited the arrival of their respective riders. As the evening wore on, it became clear that the time had come for each to venture forth to their destinations.
"Ancestors light your way. All of you."
"Get to it then."
With that, seven majestic dragons took to the skies, departing King's Landing on their respective journeys. Jaehaerys, riding atop Vermithor, headed towards the Eyrie while Jace soared on Vermax towards Winterfell. Aegon, mounted on Corxes, flew towards Riverrun while Viserys and Maelyx made their way to White Harbor. Aemma, perched on Silverwing, took flight towards Highgarden while Rhaenys and Meleys headed towards the Gullet to keep an eye out for Triarchy remnants. Daeron and Luke, riding Gaemon and Arrax, respectively, made their way towards Storm's End. The dragons were a sight to behold, with Vermithor, measuring an impressive 200 feet in length and boasting a wingspan of 400 feet, being the largest of the pack. Silverwing and Meleys followed closely behind in terms of size. Vermax, over six years, had grown to measure 70 feet in length, while Corxes stood tall at 92 feet and Maelyx at 80 feet. Finally, Arrax and Gaemon were of the same length, measuring 45 feet each. The dragons' departure left an awe-inspiring image in its wake, a testament to their size, power, and majesty.
Gaemon and Arrax were the only dragons who stayed together as they flew to the Stormlands.
The Stormlands ― Storm's End…
Flying over Shipbreaker Bay atop their dragons, Lucerys and Daeron arrived at Storm's End amid a severe thunderstorm. The ancestral seat of House Baratheon and regional capital of the Stormlands, Storm's End is a formidable fortress with a massive curtain wall surrounding a single immense drum tower. Unlike many other castles comprised of different buildings, Storm's End is entirely contained within one large building due to the vast storms that frequently batter the fortress. This design minimizes the amount of time inhabitants would need to be outside. The weather outside was terrible, with strong winds and torrential downpours, hence the name.
"*Reeeeeuurh!*" Arrax screeched as the young juvenile dragon landed.
"*Gnnnnarrh!*" Gaemon snapped his jaws.
As soon as their dragons landed, Lucerys and Daeron swiftly dismounted.
"Oof! Well, we're here," Lucerys added, shielding his face from the rain.
"Let's just get this over with. I can't stand this storm," Daeron grumbled as thunder boomed and rain pelted his face. Before them was a detachment of Baratheon guardsmen awaiting them.
"Recall what uncle Aeonar advised. Allow me to handle the conversation."
"Ugh, fine, fine. Whatever. Still―"
"*Guuuuur! Roooooooo!*"
Lucerys and Daeron swiftly pivoted their heads towards the sight of Vhagar, the Queen of All Dragons, lifting her head and emitting a low growl while intently gazing at them. The sudden realization that Vhagar was present at Storm's End triggered an ominous understanding within them, as it could only signify one outcome.
"Oh no… He's here," Daeron whispered under his breath, staring at the massive dragon in both awe and terror.
Lucerys felt a lump form in his throat. Fear coursed through him, knowing that Aemond was likely close by if Vhagar was present. But he knew he couldn't let his nerves get the best of him.
As the two cousins approached the entrance to the drum tower, they were greeted by a group of Baratheon guardsmen led by none other than Ser Cayton Thayne, an older man who was reputed to be one of the wealthiest individuals in the Stormlands. Daeron had heard of Ser Cayton before, as he had been one of his father's trusted informants in the region. It was said that Ser Cayton had been caught selling timber to Myrish traders in defiance of the embargo against the Triarchy. However, rather than punishing him, Aeonar had converted him into a spy, and Ser Cayton had been providing the Young Dragon with valuable insights into the happenings of the Stormlands, as well as snippets of information from his Myrish contacts. Thanks to Ser Cayton's cooperation, Daeron had been able to understand better the region's political and economic landscape, which would prove invaluable in the days to come.
"I am Prince Lucerys Velaryon," Luke introduced himself. "And this is my cousin, Prince Daeron Targaryen. We bring a message to Lord Borros from the king."
Cayton seemed in a poor state as he greeted both Daeron and Luke. He gave them a respectful bow. "Welcome to Storm's End, young princes," he said. "Lord Borros awaits you in the main hall." He turned to lead the boys, who were flanked on either side by the Baratheon soldiers.
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As the boys were led through the corridors of Storm's End, they were struck by the imposing and spartan interior. Unlike other castles they had seen, this fortress lacked any opulence or charm. The only adornments were tapestries, suits of armor, and ancient-looking weapons. The raging storm outside could still be heard within the great walls of the fortress. Finally, they arrived at the great hall, where Lord Borros Baratheon sat upon a massive stone throne that once belonged to the ancient Storm Kings. He was an impressive figure, towering over them with his solid muscle, thick mane, and beard of pure black hair. Standing on his left were his four daughters: Cassandra, Maris, Ellyn, and Floris Baratheon. The entire scene was awe-inspiring and left a lasting impression on the boys.
However, neither Daeron nor Luke was looking at Borros or his daughters. Instead, they stared at the figure standing before the Lord of Storm's End. Their uncle, Prince Aemond Targaryen, stood there, wearing a long trench coat with a sword and knife in his belt and glaring at them silently with a smirk on his face.
"Prince Lucerys Velaryon, second son of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen," a knight announced. "And his cousin Prince Daeron Targaryen, fourth son of Aeonar Targaryen."
I thought we'd have more time. This changes things… and not in a good way. Daeron ignored his uncle and looked at Borros.
"Lord Borros," Lucerys spoke.
"Ahem!" Daeron cleared his throat. "Lord Borros Baratheon, I'm Prince Daeron Targaryen. Son of His Grace Aeonar Targaryen, the First of His Name."
"We bring you a message… from the king."
"Aye, I know who you two are," Borros said with disinterest, gripping the handles of his throne tightly. "I know your father as well, young prince. I remember him all too well," he said, directing towards Daeron. "Yet earlier, I was approached by an envoy dispatched from one who also calls himself a king. So which one is it? Aeonar or Aegon? The House of the Dragon does not seem to know who rules it."
Daeron bit his cheek. You know damned well it's my father you owe allegiance to, you illiterate fool. Bet you're still mad you got your butt kicked so long ago you'd mock our entire family. If you weren't Lord of Storm's End, I'd do you in myself.
"What's your father's message?"
Lucerys handed a letter to Ser Cayton. "These are the terms my lord uncle is offering, Lord Borros," he said.
Ser Cayton respectfully retrieved the scroll from its resting place and made his way across the expanse of the great hall to present it to Borros, the esteemed Lord of Storm's End. With a sense of urgency, Borros quickly took hold of the scroll and broke its seal. As he read the contents, his expression shifted from anticipation to frustration, resulting in a deep growl escaping his lips.
"Where's the bloody maester?!" Borros shouted impatiently. A maester in a grey robe emerged and approached the Storm Throne. Borros gave the scroll to the maester, who read it carefully and whispered the contents to his liege. "'Remind' me of my father's oath," he sneered. "He sends boys so green they piss grass to demand I fight his enemies." He tilted his head at Aemond. "This one arrived two hours before you and 'asked' for my help. He has promised honors and offices. At least one of you came to me with an offer: my swords and banners for a marriage pact. He offered to marry one of my daughters and see to it that the others are matched with high lords of the Westerlands and the Reach."
Forgive me, father, but I can no longer stand for this. Lucerys, the more friendly of the two, began to speak, but Daeron, who had had enough, stepped up forward. "Perhaps you haven't been made aware of the significant legal implications that arise from Aegon's position as the bastard son of a dragonseed rather than my late grandfather, King Viserys," he spoke firmly, his eyes blazing with determination. He refused to back down.
"Daeron," Lucerys urged, trying to calm his cousin.
"A bastard, huh? You Targaryens look the same to me. If I do as your father bids, which one of my daughters will you wed, boy?"
"Heh. I was hoping you'd say that," Daeron said. Glancing at Aemond, who stood there staring at him and Luke, the young prince redirected his attention to Borros. "Is it not better to have three princes instead of settling for just one?" You're really going to make me do this, aren't you, mother? "Yes, Aemond has Vhagar, the largest dragon in the world, but even he is just one man. My brother Viserys, my cousin Luke, and I are still looking for wives." 'Wife.' Huh. I hate using that word. "If you desire a royal marriage for your daughters, like with your lady aunt Jocelyn Baratheon to Prince Aemon Targaryen, you are more than welcome to it." Daeron again stood firm. "But to consider betrothing one of your daughters to a bastard who calls himself a fellow Targaryen? My, my. Where I come from, that stain would be very difficult to wash out."
"Daeron, please stop!"
It was intensely silent, broken only by rain and thunder.
Borros face was dark, but he gave a small smile. "You got some bite to your bark, boy, I'll give you that," he said. "Three princes instead of one, you say? Hmph! Go home then, pup. And tell your father that the Lord of Storm's End is not some dog that he can whistle up at need to set against his foes."
Lucerys knew their time was up. "Then we shall take your message to the king. Good day, my lord," he bowed graciously, albeit nervously.
Daeron briefly looked at Aemond before turning around to join his cousin in leaving.
"Wait… both of you," Aemond called out. "You, my lord Strong," he addressed Lucerys. "Did you really think that you could just fly about the realm trying to steal the throne at no cost?"
"Look who's calling who a thief," Daeron retorted. "Your mother tried to steal my father's rightful throne when we were away. And when he retaliated, you all ran away like cowards with your tails tucked between your legs… just like you, One-Eye."
"Daeron," Lucerys interjected, "stop provoking him!" He turned to Aemond. "I will not fight you. And neither will he. We came as messengers, not warriors."
"A fight would be little challenge. No, if I wanted to, I could have ended you in the courtyard without batting an eye that day," Aemond dismissed coldly. "No." The Targaryen prince removed his eyepatch, revealing a sapphire in place of his missing eye - a reminder of the injury inflicted by Lucerys at Driftmark six years prior. "I want you to put out your eye. As payment for mine. One will serve," removing a dagger from his sheath, he threw it on the floor in front of his nephews. "I would not blind you. Mm, plan to make a gift of it to my mother."
"Pfft! Seven hells, if you weren't ugly then, then you're sure ugly now, One-Eye," Daeron scoffed.
"Was it one of your eyes he took, or one of your balls?" Maris said, her words directed at Aemond. "I am so glad you chose my sister. I want a husband with all his parts."
"Hahaha! I like her already. She's got quite the fire in her soul. Hey, Lord Borros! Is she available? Tell me you haven't found her a match with someone else yet."
"No. I will not fight you," Lucerys repeated.
"Not here," Borros warned.
Aemond, feeling his rage starting to bubble over, draws his sword and charges at his nephews. "Give me your eye, or I will take it, bastard!" he shouted.
In a swift motion, Lucerys retreated and drew his sword, ready to defend himself against any threat. But before he could take action, Daeron had already positioned himself between his cousin and their uncle, displaying a fearless determination to protect his kin.
"Come any closer, One-Eye, and I will take your other eye, ears, andtongue!" With a defiant roar, Daeron pointed his sword at Aemond. Leave Luke alone, craven! Or else…!
"NOT IN MY HALL!" Borros intervened as he stood up, making his presence known with a commanding voice that echoed throughout the room, causing everyone to cease moving. "The boys came as envoys. I'll not have bloodshed beneath my roof." He turned to Ser Cayton. "Ser Copper-Counter, take Prince Lucerys and Prince Daeron back to their dragons. Now."
Cayton Thayne promptly stepped forward, beckoning for two of the princes to accompany him, and without delay, they strode out of the grand hall, leaving Aemond seething with anger and grinding his teeth in frustration. As he observed Lucerys and Daeron departing, he deftly spun his sword between his fingers and returned it to its sheath. The constant insults and jibes had taken their toll on Aemond, and he was determined to receive the compensation he felt he deserved. If Lucerys refused to pay for the loss of his eye, Aemond would settle the score by taking one of his own after leaving through a side door.
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Meanwhile, Ser Cayton came to a pause a turn in the corridor, he spun around and looked at the boys. "Listen to me, we don't have much time," he said. "Most of the Stormlands have already pledged to support the Caltrops. However, House Buckler and House Fell are still loyal to Aeonar. If you get to them, they will support you."
Perhaps this mission wasn't a complete loss after all, as Luke and Daeron exchanged glances.
"And what of you, ser, where do you stand?" Lucerys asked with some hope in his voice.
Ser Cayton, looking somewhat ashamed, lowered his head. "I… I must stand with my liege lord. Where House Baratheon leads, House Thayne will follow."
"What a loyal lapdog you are," Daeron scoffed. "But remember this: dragonfire can turn any creature to ash, including a stag," he said as he gestured for his cousin.
As Lucerys and Daeron made their way through the main entrance, they were met with a fierce thunderstorm that had worsened. The raindrops were pelting against their skin like sharp little daggers, and the wind was howling so loudly that it was almost deafening. Despite the harsh conditions, they rushed toward their dragons, Arrax and Gaemon. The two juvenile dragons roared anxiously, yearning to leave this place quickly. However, as the pre-teens looked up at the sky, illuminated by flashes of lightning, they realized that Vhagar was no longer in sight.
"They're not here…" Daeron exclaimed. "Luke!" he called out to his cousin, "we've got to get back to King's Landing quickly!" He rushed to Gaemon. "Gīda ilagon, Gāemon! Lykirī! Ryptēs! Rȳbās! (Settle down, Gaemon! Be calm! Listen! Obey!)" he commanded in High Valyrian.
Lucerys realized the sudden danger they were now in. "Dokimarvose! Laehossa ynot, Arraks! (Focus! Pay attention, Arrax!)" he said to his dragon in High Valyrian. "Lykirī! Ryptēs! Rȳbās! (Be calm! Listen! Obey!)"
As their time within the vicinity wore on, Arrax found himself becoming more and more uneasy. The sensation of impending danger grew stronger with each passing moment. Gaemon, too, felt the threat looming over them like a dark cloud. When their riders finally mounted their saddles, both dragons wasted no time taking to the sky, eager to put distance between themselves and the unknown force that had unsettled them so profoundly.
"Sōvēs, Arraks! (Fly, Arrax!)"
"Ao tolī, Gāemon! Jiōragon īlva kesīr! (You too, Gaemon! Get us out of here!)"
Lucerys and Daeron faced a daunting task as they fled back to King's Landing. However, the storm raged fiercely, making it incredibly challenging for them to navigate through it. The wind was blowing with such force that it pushed their dragons, Arrax and Gaemon, off course. The rain pelted them so intensely that it felt like needles pierced their skin. The thick, dark clouds made it almost impossible to determine their location, and they had to rely solely on their instincts to guide them back home. However, the wind hampered their progress, and it felt like they were flying in slow motion. As the thunder roared, Lucerys and Daeron felt a sense of apprehension creeping up on them. They were acutely aware of the dangers that lurked in the storm, and they scanned the skies for any signs of trouble, but the thick, ominous storm clouds obscured their vision.
"I've got a bad feeling about this!" Lucerys shouted.
"I know! I feel it too!" Daeron responded equally loudly. He knew his cousin was scared. But, then again, so was he. Daeron faintly heard a distinctive growling sound, causing him to look over his shoulder swiftly. Blasted storm! I can't see anything! Wiping the rain from his face, the prince narrowed his sight. Gods, what's happening to me? I feel like a small, helpless child! Daeron again turned to Lucerys, who thankfully was close by. Okay, good. I see him. Stay close to me, Luke. I'll protect you. As thunder boomed, an oversized silhouette passed overhead. Wh-What was that?! Daeron looked up.
Lucerys also looked up. "I think we're being stalked!" he warned.
"Maintain course and steady your dragon's pace! We should be―" Daeron spotted something growing ever more prominent in the distance. "LOOK OUT!" he shouted.
"*RUUUUUUUUUUU!*" Without warning, the Queen of All Dragons, Vhagar, suddenly appeared out of nowhere, narrowly avoiding a collision with the dragons Gaemon and Arrax. The air was filled with the sinister laughter of Aemond, sending a chill down the spines of Lucerys and Daeron as they realized the direness of their circumstance.
"Luke, behind us!"
Lucerys looked back to see Vhagar closing in, her jaws snapping shut merely inches away.
"I see you! Ilībōños! (Bastard!)" Aemond taunted.
Arrax and Gaemon expertly maneuvered around the menacing jaws of Vhagar, their movements fluid and graceful. It was an intense and thrilling moment, as they narrowly avoided being snapped up by the fierce dragon.
"Luke, this way! Follow me!" Daeron called out. "Qubēdan, Gāemon! Jikagon ila! (Dive, Gaemon! Go down!)"
With a mighty roar, Gaemon plunged downward, urging Arrax to follow suit. Despite outnumbering her, the two dragons were clearly outmatched by the sheer size and ferocity of Vhagar, who loomed before them like a mountain. In this dire situation, their best chance of survival was to escape as fast as they could. Fortunately, the smaller size of their dragons gave them a crucial advantage – they were far more nimble and agile than the massive Queen of All Dragons, able to make sudden, sharp turns and evade her bone-crushing bite and her powerful foot claws. Though the odds were against them, Arrax and Gaemon were determined to fight for their lives.
"Ozdakōs, mittys! (Run, bastard!)"
"*RUUUUUUUUUUU!*"
"Aderī! Pālēs! (Quickly! Turn!)" Lucerys commanded in a panic.
"Pālēs, pālēs, pālēs! Gāemon, pālēs! (Turn, turn, turn! Gaemon, turn!)" Daeron shouted.
"*Reeeeeuurh!*"
"*Gnnnnarrh!*"
Arrax and Gaemon maneuvered to the left, altering their trajectory to take advantage of the gusty wind. Their powerful wing membranes caught the air, propelling them forward with more incredible speed as they sought to escape the clutches of Vhagar, the fearsome dragon pursuing them. Meanwhile, Luke and Daeron held on tight to the harness, their hearts pounding in their chests with adrenaline-fueled fear. As they soared through the rocky canyons of Shipwrecker Bay, lightning bolts crackled overhead, illuminating the jagged cliffs and rough terrain below. Arrax and Gaemon expertly navigated the narrow crevasse with deft movements, tucking their wings close to their bodies to avoid colliding with the rocky edges. Through it all, they remained focused and determined, their eyes fixed on reaching safety.
"Ugh! Raaggh!" Aemond groaned in frustration and yanked on the harness, causing Vhagar to fly over them and abandon the chase. "COME OUT, COME OUT, LITTLE NEPHEWS!" he shouted.
Daeron looked up. They can't get to us. She's too big! The prince panted, his pupils dilating with panic. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw that Luke and Arrax were not too far behind. He and Gaemon kept a steady pace for them to keep up. "I think… I think we lost them," he said between breaths.
"L-let's get out of here," Lucerys panted.
The princes guided their dragons to narrowly escape into the storm clouds, hoping to use the thick cover to hide from Vhagar.
"Jemēla gēlȳni enkā! (You owe a debt!)" Aemond shouted, still searching the skies and the sea for any trace of his nephews. Hide all you want. You can't escape from me. "Taoba! (Boys!)" Where are you? A faint shout caused Aemond to turn in multiple directions. Suddenly, Gaemon and Arrax appeared from opposite sides of the storm clouds.
"Daor, Arraks! (No, Arrax!)" Lucerys yelled.
"Kelītīs, Gāemon! (Stop, Gaemon!)" Daeron shouted.
With flames bursting from their mouths, the two juvenile dragons attacked Vhagar before soaring past the Queen of All Dragons.
"*RAAAAAAAOOOO!*" Vhagar roared.
"Daor! Dohaerās, Arraks! Hepās, vēzot! (No! Serve me, Arrax! Climb, upward!)"
"Nektotas, Gāemon! Udrāzma aōla! (Cut it out, Gaemon! Control yourself!)"
"*WROOOOOOOOOOOO!*" Vhagar becomes enraged and immediately chases after them.
"No, no, no, no, no!" Aemond cried out in desperation, unable to control his ancient dragon. "No, Vhagar! No!" Despite his efforts, Vhagar refused to obey her rider's commands as Aemond pulled back on the reins of his harness. "Daor! (No!) Serve me, Vhagar! No! Dohaerās, Vagar! (Serve, Vhagar!)"
After successfully regaining control over Arrax and Gaemon, Lucerys and Daeron took to the skies above the tumultuous storm clouds. As they soared through the seemingly clear skies, their minds were consumed with thoughts of the recent events that had just transpired. They couldn't help but contemplate the gravity of the situation and what it meant for their future endeavors.
"I… I think we lost them," Lucerys scanned the clouds below.
Daeron, however, was uneasy. No, something's not right. He sensed they were still in danger and quickly scanned his surroundings. Suddenly, he spotted an object hurtling towards them at a tremendous speed through the clouds below them. "LUKE! RUUUUUN!" he screamed. Without delay, Daeron swiftly pushed Gaemon to shove Arrax aside.
"*Reeeeeeeeee!*" Arrax emitted a piercing shriek as the juvenile dragon struggled to regain control.
Lucerys, on the other hand, quickly recovered and discerned the reason for the commotion. With a formidable display of power, Vhagar suddenly emerged from below and seized Gaemon in her powerful jaws with incredible force, shattering the young dragon into pieces in one swift motion and eating Daeron whole, leaving nothing behind but only a haunting memory.
"VHAGAR! NO! No…" Aemond shouted.
"*RAAAAAAAOOOO!*" Vhagar roared triumphantly.
As the Queen of All Dragons soared towards the horizon, Lucerys and Arrax had already put a good distance between themselves and the heart-wrenching scene. The events of the past few moments were still playing out in Luke's mind as he struggled to come to terms with the death of his cousin Prince Daeron and his dragon, Gaemon. Their selfless sacrifice had ensured his and Arrax's survival, and yet, Luke couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of grief and despair. Tears streamed down his face, and his lips trembled as he cried out in pain and disbelief.
Aemond, however, looked on horrified as Gaemon's mangled remains fell from the sky. Other than that, there was no sign of Lucerys or Arrax anywhere. They were nowhere to be seen. He now knew the repercussions of Daeron's death. Aemond's impulsiveness, rage, and lack of control have not only now made him a kinslayer, but ensured that Aeonar will seek revenge. No, no, no… This wasn't supposed to happen… It wasn't supposed to be this way! Aemond initially intended to intimidate the boys, scare them a little, and coerce Luke to remove one of his eyes in retribution for the one he cut out. He didn't mean to kill anyone. His focus was solely on Lucerys, not Daeron. Why did Daeron have to get in the way and play the hero? No matter what he explains, no one in the Seven Kingdoms will ever believe him.
He was now…
…a cursed kinslayer…
…And made himself a target…
…of the Young Dragon's wrath…
Red Keep ― Training courtyard…
Alicent and Rhaenyra, both anxious and concerned, were standing in the castle courtyard, waiting impatiently for any news of their children. Time seemed to pass slowly, and their worry only grew. Suddenly, a deafening roar interrupted the silence, and the two women quickly turned their heads toward the sky. Their eyes widened as they caught sight of the iridescent white scales of Arrax coming in for a landing.
"Ah, Luke," Rhaenyra said.
Upon Arrax's arrival, the two women quickly noticed something was amiss. Arrax appeared exhausted, panting heavily, and on the brink of collapse. Lucaerys, on the other hand, looked even worse. The young boy's complexion was pale, and his body was visibly shaking. As he dismounted from Arrax's saddle, he seemed to be in a dazed state, and upon hitting the ground, he could not steady himself, instead falling to the dirt below, where he remained motionless.
"Luke!" Rhaenyra held her son, noticing the distraught look on his face. "What's happened?"
"Where's Daeron?" Alicent inquired. She got no response. "Luke… please. Tell me. Where is Daeron? Where's my son?"
Lucaerys was emotionally overwhelmed at the mere mention of Daeron's name, bursting into tears and shaking uncontrollably. "I'M SORRY!" he wailed. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…!~"
Rhaenyra feared the worst. "No…" she gasped.
"Oh no…" Alicent understood what Lucerys was trying to say. "No, no, no, no…" The queen recoiled, her reality shattering before her as she comprehended the harsh reality surrounding the destiny of her youngest son. "No, Daeron, no…"
"A-Alicent…" Rhaenyra's voice cracked.
"NOOO!" Alicent dropped to her knees, letting out a heart-wrenching cry at the news of Daeron's death. "NOOO, DAERON! MY BABY!~" she screamed, sobbing her eyes out upon hearing such a tragic loss.
Daemon, meanwhile, who happened to overhear everything, left to relay the information to the king. He hated being the bearer of bad news, but it was something Aeonar needed to hear.
Red Keep ― Throne Room…
As Daemon made his way toward the Iron Throne, he noticed that Aeonar had risen from his seat and was descending the steps to meet him. From the serious expression etched on the Rogue Prince's countenance, the Young Dragon could tell that the matter at hand was of great significance. "Your son is dead, nephew," he told him. "The traitor Aemond killed him. But Daeron sacrificed himself to save Lucerys, so he could tell us what happened."
Aeonar stood frozen in a daze, stumbling to turn to the Iron Throne. He didn't say anything. Before long, he slowly clenched his hands into a fist. The draconic gauntlets were still on his hands, and he clenched his fists so hard blood started dripping onto the marble floor. The tugging and twitching in the back of his head came in rapid succession until he felt something pop. Then, he uncurled his hands, with droplets of his blood dripping onto the marble floor.
"…rn the…"
Daemon heard his nephew's faint whisper.
Aeonar turned around, his pale lilac eyes glowing in the fiery braziers. The blood-red ringlets around his limbal rings made it look like his eyes were completely hemorrhaging.
"Burn them all!"
With the arrival of the storm, the situation became unequivocal - Daemon was given the go-ahead to mobilize his armies by those who support him. Diplomatic efforts have come to an end. The murder of Prince Daeron Targaryen has fueled the fire of conflict, and war is now inevitable.
The Dance of the Dragons… had begun.
…as has Aeonar's descent…
…into darkness…
"BURN THEEEEM!"
Chapter End
Author's Note: One of the longest chapters has arrived, the scene that triggered the Dance of the Dragons to begin. Now that the Targaryen civil war has begun, Aeonar and Beatrice will now stop at nothing until one of them lies dead. However, a lot of casualties wll be made on both sides. What are your predictions for the Dance of the Dragons? Let me know.
garrysprawson123: I hope you could spare Jaeharys and Baela and a few of his siblings will survive during the dance, and have a climatic ending. And also will Corkys and Rhaenys comfort Aeonar because they know what its like to lose a son
SpartanWolfj6: "Burn them all!" Oh no, this will not end well…
Gojira- Unit: The Dance of the Dragon has officially begun and Aeonar seems to have been consumed by madness. But I bet there's gotta be some way that'll help Aeonar control himself, maybe he'll get help from the Grand Master Azdez mo Dharozn to help control his emotions, in my opinion. Because this route isn't gonna do any good to Aeonar and his character has very strong potential of controlling the madness that plagued his ancestral family, he might even be the first to achieve it. But then again, it's up to you to decide it, not to mention that his future could be as his father Viserys thought the world might recognize Aeonar as " a dragonrider unlike any the world will ever see".
Questions:
the next episodes to come, will the Lykiri Mēre get more important roles or will they appear more often?
―They'll have a more active role
2. What is Vaelor's current size, has he grown a bit larger or is he still 248 ft?
―He'll grow bigger than 248 feet as the Dance progresses
3. Does Aemma know Assassin's skills and can she fight? If she ever meet or fight the bastard Aegon, who'd win? Cuz she might be getting some sort of retribution for what he did. I still VERY MUCH HATE Aegon.
―She's not like her brothers, but Aemma's a capable dragonrider in her own right
4. Since most of the events changed, will some battles be the same or new things will happen?
―I'll do some back-and-forth research on each event
5. Will the Cannibal somehow appear in the battles? Even in a previous question, i asked whether he'd make a return, it's just that I like this Wild Dragon sooo bad.
―Can't spoil anything
XavierWright: 'Burn them all!'
Careful, Aeonar... the last man... or rather the next man a few generations down the line to say that ended up with a sword shoved through his back by one of his Kingsguard.
Do you think Aeonar descending into madness will lead to a strain in his relationship with Alicent, if not in the next chapter, a future one? I can't imagine their relationship being perfect 100% of the time.
army45: I like how you are going to continue on even though season 2 hasnt come out yet. Cant wait to see what you have in store. I dont want helaena to be harmed to bad. I feel like she was forced into this situation and doesnt have any hard feelings towards her family. Also i feel like she connected with the family a bit and Aeonar u derstand her and what goes on in her head.
C.E.W: Aeonar Targaryen's youngest son Daeron is now dead, and with him any chance of ending the war diplomatically, even though there wasn't any to begin with. Overwhelmed with anger and grief, Aeonar has now declared open war with the Caltrops, Daemon gets what he wants after all.
The Caltrops probably relocated from Harrenhal by now, they'll perhaps send one of their dragon riders west to the Westerlands to help the Lannister army deal with the Reynes and the Tarbecks before invading the Riverlands. It might buy Aegon the Younger more time to treat with Tullys and secure the majority of the Riverlords. Aeonar might send Daemon to the Riverlands to regroup with Aegon the Younger and gather what troops they can and head for Harrenhal. Get the garrison at Harrenhal surrender if possible, if not burn them out, provide a reminder why Harrenhal is the ruin it now is.
If there is a Blood and Cheese assassination, perhaps Aeonar had other plans. Aeonar tasked the Lykiri Kere to infiltrate and assassinate Aemond but then Blood and Cheese's move against Helaena and her children messed it up. Aeonar will warn Daemon and Mysaria never to go behind his back again. Killing one of Helaena's children is of no value. Aemond dying would've left Vhagar riderless, and if Vhagar was riderless she was abandoned the Caltrops, and it would greatly demoralize the Caltrops and bring the war to a closer end.
Lucerys Velaryon surviving is a relief, but also might be a sign. Should Jacaerys perish, then Lucerys is next in line to inherit Driftmark, and marry Rhaena.
Rhaenyra will have a major role I'm sure in the coming chapters. One of her nephews is dead, her son Lucerys likely blames himself, her grand-niece Saena needs her now. Saena's parents are away, and her grandparents Aeonar and Saena aren't looking so good. Alicent is very grieved of the death of the youngest son she nearly died to bring into the world, and probably in Daeron's room. Aeonar consumed with grief and rage is probably focus on fighting and purging the Caltrops that he doesn't realize that his family in the capital needs him. Rhaenyra is going to be needed more now than she ever has.
Oh, one more thing I forgot to mention... the thing that I believe hurts Aeonar the most about Daeron dying, and perhaps the worst part. Daeron's death was done by Vhagar, the dragon of Aeonar's beloved grandfather Baelon the Brave, the first dragon Aeonar ever rode on, and Vhagar is the mother of Aeonar's beloved dragon Vaelor.
Questions:
Will Jaehaerys see Baela, Rhaena and Joffrey off to Gulltown before heading to the Eyrie in the Vale?
―Off-screen, they did
I take Aeonar's other children won't be aware of Daeron's fate until they return to the capital?
―They'll find out. And when they do, oh boy, watch out.
What sort of madness is Aeonar going, Maegor the Cruel, Aerys the Mad?
―Depends on you
How bad will Otto Hightower react to the death of his youngest grandchild Daeron?
―An attack on one of his grandchildren is an overall on House Hightower, so Otto is not going to let this slide
randomdude24: Well, the Dance of Dragons has begun, their is no going back. In my opinion, Aemond is entirely to blame for escalating this his need for vengeance started this. If Aeonar wasn't dancing on the edge before, he's now completely fallen off now, no matter how this ends. Dareon was not the only one to die this day, but Aeonar Targaryen died as well, and in his place, the monster took form.
So I do have a question: the madness has taken Aeonar, no doubt now. But do you think it is possible for someone to come back from the madness, or is the madness impossible to come back from?
―I'm not sure if it's possible for one to return from madness, so I honestly don't have an answer to that.
Guest #1: "Burn them all!"
Famous last words before disaster
LordDarkness89: damn,I thought both of them gonna die
ALPHAomega239: Since Season 2 hasn't come out yet, will you stop here or diverge from the canon?
―Hell no, I'm still going. I'm not waiting that long.