Warning implied rape/noncon and domestic violence. It's off to Harrenhal next chapter. Comments and Feedback are greatly welcomed.
Skane Island, the North.
It was said that the Island of Skane off the Eastern Coast of the North near the Bay of Seals was haunted and infested with monsters—or, was it, cannibals? No person had inhabited the island for years.
A great black beast had called the island home for the last one hundred and forty-nine years. Since the end of what people now call 'the Dance of the Dragon', there has been a civil war between House Targaryen members.
Two groups: the Blacks, led by the late King Viserys I, eldest daughter and only child with his first wife Rhaenyra and her uncle/husband Prince Daemon; and the Greens, led by Aegon II and his mother's family, the Hightowers. A bitter three-year conflict that tore House Targaryen and the Seven Kingdoms to pieces.
One of the few surviving dragons. The one they called Cannibal had gone into hiding. Flying north and making his home on Skane Island, where he had remained for a hundred and forty-nine years,
His rider had been reborn. This time he would protect his rider; in his past life, he had failed, but not this time. House Targaryen would grow strong again. Dragons would rise once again.
Dragonstone called to him. His rider was waiting for him there. The great black beast opened his green eyes.
The ground shook and trembled as Cannibal took his first steps outside of the cave he had been hibernating in for the past hundred and forty-nine years.
Cannibal carried himself proudly as the sun hit his black scales. Cannibal soaked in the sun for the first time in so long. He shook himself of any rocks or such that covered him. Stretching his wings to their full length.
He gave a few practice flaps before. Taking to the sky with a roar, Cannibal headed south for Dragonstone.
The Red Keep, Kings Landing, and the Crownlands
280 AC
Princess Daenerys 'Dany' Stromborn Targaryen's heart hurt as she heard her mother's anguished screams. Pleading with Dany's father over and over again to stop. 'Aerys, please stop this'
SLAP: "Shut up, Whore."
"Kepa's hurting Muna again," Viserys said, nestled into her side. Viserys in her past life had been like this once. Having to sell their mother's crown influenced him. Dany recognized nothing about her brother at the end. When he died at Drogo's hands.
"Yes, Valonqar. I know he's hurting her again" Both Dany and Viserys were on the other side of the Royal Apartments and could hear their mother's harrowing screams. As their father raped her.
"Why does he do it, Dany? To hurt Muan as he does." Viserys asked, In this lifetime, Dany was older than Viserys.
"I don't know Valonqar. I don't know why he hurts her so badly as he does." In her past life, Ser Barristan hadn't sugarcoated when he told her of her father and how cruel he'd been, not only to his subjects but to his own family. (Little Brother)
Her mother was the one he'd hurt the most. Her heart broke at the time as Ser Barrsitan told her of the cruel gapes he'd say to Elia, her good sister, about her and the half-breed Dornish Bastard, whom he would call little Rhaenys.
Being told how cruel her father was by Ser Barristan was nothing to compare to seeing it firsthand in this lifetime she had been brought back to, as her nephew Aemon had been as well.
Aemon, would she and Aemon have met in their old lives had they both lived? Both were betrayed by people they trusted. She by the snake she stupidly allowed in her bed, betraying her to the Sons of the Harpy, killing her by stabbing her in the heart in the midst of passion, Gods, it made her skin crawl as she thought of Daario Naharis. Aemon had been betrayed and set upon by his men for doing what he believed was the right thing, allowing the Free Folk south of the Wall.
Rhaella's harrowing screams continued for some time before they stopped. "Oh, stop crying, you whore. It's not the first time I've fucked you. You're my wife; I have needs, so stop sniveling." Dany's heart sank as she heard her father's cruel words to her mother.
Dany and Viserys waited until Aerys left before visiting their mother. Ser Jaime Lannister and Ser Barristan Semly stood guard outside Dany and Visery's mother's rooms.
"Princess, it may be best you and young Prince Viserys don't see your lady mother like this," Ser Barristan tried to deter them from going inside.
"Ser Barristan I appreciate your concern. But our mother needs us."
"My Queen. Princess Daenerys and Prince Viserys are here; they wish to check on you. Do you want us to let them in?" Ser Barristan knocked on Rhaella's chamber door.
"Give me a few minutes, Ser Barrsitan." Rhaella's pained voice came through from the other side of the door.
The minutes passed agonizingly slowly as they waited. Finally. "Let them in, Ser Barristan."
"My Queen" Ser Barristan opened the door to Rhaella's chambers. Stepping inside, it was a war zone. Dany's eyes hardened as she noticed her mother's torn dress.
The bruises and marks on her body—the worst was a handprint on Rhaella's neck. Her nose was bloodied, she had a split lip, and a black eye was starting to form around her left eye.
"Muna, are you alright?" Viserys rushed into his mother's arms.
"I am fine, Viserys." She gave him a weak smile.
"Why does he hurt you so badly, Muna?"
"He was not always like that, Viserys. He was a kind man once. You would be too young to remember Little Dragon. Your father was kidnapped, held prisoner, and perhaps tortured before Ser Barristan rescued him.
Your Kepa was never the same again. Something inside him broke."
"That doesn't excuse him for what he does to you, Muna." Drogo never laid a hand on Dany in her past life, but Viserys had, among other things, done to her.
"I know Dany, I'm not making excuses for him."
Storm's End, the Stormlands
280 AC.
Stannis Baratheon made his way down the halls of Storm's End with a scroll in hand, bearing the seal of House Whent of Harrenhal, which was addressed to Robert, his older brother. Stannis could hear feminine moans, male grunts, and slapping skin grow louder and louder the closer Stannis got to Robert's chambers.
"Oh my lord, your cock is so big." The woman with Robert moaned through the other side of the door.
"Fuck and take it, you whore," Robert grunted as he fucked her.
Stannis knocked loudly on Robert's chamber door.
"Who is it and want the fuck do you want"
"It's Stannis Robert. A Raven came for you from Lord Whent," Stannis yelled through the door.
"Slide it under the door. I'll read it later; I'm busy at the moment." Robert didn't pause in his fucking of the woman he was fucking behind the closed door.
Stannis rolled his eyes, pushing open the door. The woman with Robert was a maid by the name of Bessie. Robert's favorite fuck buddy in the castle Robert already had one bastard child. Why must his idiotic brother bring more shame to the family by making more bastards?
"Fuck sake Stannis, the door was closed. Can't a man have any privacy?" Robert pulled out of Bessie.
"Going on off with you. You and I will finish this later." Robert slapped her on the ass.
Bessie pulled her skirts down, blushing bright red as she tried to avoid eye contact with Stannis. She scurried out the door, mumbling my lord to Stannis before leaving.
"You are to be a married man before long. Will you shame your wife like you shame our good family name, Robert? Is one bastard not enough that you have more bastards?" Stannis snapped at his brother.
"Oh, stop being so high and mighty, Stannis. Live a little for once in your miserable life." Robert poured himself a glass of wine, tucking his cock back into his pants.
Stannis ignored the jab from his brother. "From Lord Whent for you."
To Lord Robert Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End and Lord Paramount of the Storm Lands.
Lord Walter Whent invites you to a tournament his Lordships is hosting in two moons' time at Harrenhal.
Lord Walter Whent, Lord of Harrenhal.
"What did Lord Whent want in his letter?" Stannis asked.
"He's hosting a tournament in two moons." Robert rolled up the scroll, throwing it on the desk. He drank his wine in a few gulps.
Dragonstone 280 AC
Aemon waited till was the dead of the night before he snuck out to go looking for the cave Bloodraven had told him about, which led to where there were possible Dragon Eggs. Thankfully it was a moonless night.
The waves crashed into the rocks and onto the beach. Aemon's only bit of light was the torch he had lit. As if guided by a memory of a past life or perhaps one of his ancestors. Aemon found the cave.
Aemon made his way deep into the cave. The deeper he went the hotter it became. The heat did nothing to him, he was hardly sweating the deeper into the cave he went. Aemon came into a strange chamber of sorts. Deep into the volcano, that the island was made from.
The strong smell of sulfur made him gag a little as he ventured deeper into the chamber. The chamber split off into two different tunnels. Aemon took the right tunnel. The tunnel finally opened after half a mile.
Aemon got the shock of his life, Blood Raven had been right there where Dragon Eggs were on the Island. Aemon didn't think there would be this many, and how long had they sat her undisturbed?
Aemon left the eggs where they were for now. He'd come show Rhaegar perhaps tomorrow or the day after.
Aemon headed down the left tunnel next, it led to an Armory and a Vault. An Armory that had been forgotten for a long time it seemed. The Armor and Weapons were not normal Castle Forged Steel but Valyrian Steel.
Aemon wondered how long this armorer had laid undisturbed like the Dragon Eggs. Some of these weapons were hundreds of years old. The Armor was some of the most beautiful well-crafted pieces of Armor Aemon had ever seen.
It was just weapons and armor within the vault. There was more gold, silver, and fine jewelry than Aemon had ever seen. One such piece drew him in. A Crown thought lost long ago in Dorne during the failed Conquest of Dorne by Daeron the I. Aegon the Conquers Crown.
How had it come to be here buried so deep in Dragonstone and not in the Royal Vault in the Red Keep in Kingslanding?
'The Armor and Weapons here will be invaluable for the Wars to come Aemon. Valyrian Steel is very rare and one of few things that can used to kill White-Walkers and the Army of the Undead.
You will need more than one dragon. Dragons can hatched by your House words Fire and Blood. Perhaps the Egg should be placed in a Fire Place and the Blood of those who have the Blood of Dragon flowing in their veins smeared on the Dragon Eggs could Hatch them' Blood Raven's voice rang in his head.
Was it that simple to Hatch the Dragon Eggs? Fire and Blood, literally the House Words of House Targaryen. Surely it wasn't that simple or was it? Perhaps Aemon should have a word with his Great Uncle Aemon.
To see what he had found in the various books and texts that he had been studying in the library of Dragonstone. A thick heavy book caught Aemon's attention.
The title read Se bōsa bantis (The Long Night). Perhaps this book would hold the key to defeating the Night King and his Army of the Undead. It would be worth giving the book to Maester Aemon to read, to see what he made of it.