Aegon screamed, feeling like he wanted to rip his own hair out! Currently... His mother was breastfeeding him! He wanted to bolt right then and there, but couldn't... His legs were stubby, really stubby, extremely stubby... so stubby that they shouldn't be considered legs! He wanted to run away, escape, do anything really, but couldn't... curse who ever decided that this would be funny!
It was when he was placed back into his cradle, that he near-instanteonously went to sleep, wanting to completely and utterly forget entirely about the whole ordeal... then... He had a dragon-dream... the first one in his entire life... and just after having been breastfeed... curse you whoever decided this! may your bones rot and burn in the deepest layers of the seven hells, may the stranger's cold embrace wither your bones!
The dragon-dream was an idiotic one called 'The Black Reign', There he was an imbelic lackwit, his mother was an imbelic lackwit, Aemond was an imbelic lackwit, Rhaenyra was an imbelic lackwit, Ser Criston was an imbelic lackwit, everyone was an imbelic-lackwit, everyone sucked the cocks of the starks, the faith was demonised, it thought the child murder was justified, it thought the bastard son of a bastard should inherit Driftmark... everything was idiotic!
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