Notes:
This is a story based on the Game of Thrones books and TV series, but be warned, it's a very AU (Alternate Universe) story. If you're someone who doesn't enjoy a story that deviates a lot from canon, where certain characters may act out of character, or if you're not a fan of romance with a good amount of fluff, and a story that ultimately has a happy ending, then this may not be the right story for you.
Chapter 6: Fire and Ice
Valyria 284 AC
Jon Connington stood there, stunned by the revelation of a living Targaryen in Valyria. Relief washed over him as he realized that his failure to protect his friend and beloved Prince Rhaegar might be redeemed. Holding both Targaryen children in his arms and in the presence of a Targaryen who had stayed on the peninsula, Jon felt a glimmer of hope.
Elaena pulled away from the embrace and introduced herself. "I am Elaena Targaryen, the younger sister of Aenar Targaryen and the only member of the family who remained on the peninsula."
Jon Connington was astounded by this revelation. The presence of a Targaryen in Valyria could potentially tip the scales of power in Westeros in favor of the children of Rhaegar and those loyal to House Targaryen.
"I had no idea that Aenar had a younger sister who resided in Valyria," he exclaimed, executing a graceful bow. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my lady. I am Lord Jon Connington, the head of House Connington, and a devoted servant to House Targaryen. The descendants of your brother Aenar are the rightful kings of the Seven Kingdoms in Westeros."
Elaena was surprised to hear that the descendants of her brother were the rightful kings of Westeros. Jon continued speaking with a voice that carried the weight of great responsibility: "I served as Hand of the King to King Aerys II Targaryen, and later to his son, Prince Rhaegar Targaryen. I am honored to serve his legitimate heirs who are here with me today, his son Aegon and his daughter Rhaenys."
Upon hearing the names of the two children, Elaena's eyes moistened. "Aegon and Rhaenys, blood of my blood," she said almost sighing. She looked at them tenderly before turning her attention back to Jon and indicating for him to continue.
"My loyalty to the Targaryens has never faltered, and the Conningtons have always been unwavering supporters of House Targaryen. And that devotion will remain the same," Jon asserted, his determination clear.
Meanwhile, Aelora Balaerys listened attentively and couldn't help feeling a sense of awe at the revelation that the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros had been ruled by the Targaryens. "So it's true," she thought to herself. "What we had supposed all this time has been confirmed." As she considered the implications of this information, a small smile began to form on her face.
"A man's words are only as good as his intentions," Aelora said, gazing at her truth candle. It shone with an intensity that demonstrated that Jon Connington's words were true.
Elaena, for her part, couldn't help but notice a hint of sadness in Jon Connington's voice, despite his determination and loyalty to House Targaryen. She wondered what could have caused this man of great conviction and purpose to feel such melancholy. Nevertheless, his words and his story intrigued her, and she was impressed by his unwavering support.
Aelora turned her gaze towards Balemond Aekylosh and Baesenarr Valitheos, signaling for them to follow her as she dismounted her dragon. With a confident stride, she approached Lady Elaena and Jon Connington, her companions in tow.
As Jon noticed their approach, he couldn't help but feel awestruck at the sight of their dragons. They were much larger than Elaena's, and each one was covered in gleaming Valyrian steel armor. "These must be people of great importance within the Freehold," he thought to himself, bowing deeply as a show of respect.
Without a word, Aelora stepped forward and stood by Elaena's side, studying Jon with a keen eye. "Lord Jon Connington," she said, her voice ringing clear and strong. "I am Aelora Balaerys, of the Balaerys family, one of the three families of the Triarchy of Valyria."
Doniphos Paenymion, the triarch of Volantis, had been attentively listening to the conversation. He whispered, "Impossible." Myles Toyne, the leader of the Golden Company, noticed Doniphos' surprise and asked anxiously, "Is something wrong, Doniphos?" He turned his gaze back to Aelora Balaerys after observing Doniphos.
"The Triarchy of Valyria," Doniphos replied, still fixed on Aelora. "I thought it was just a myth from stories that we, the members of the Old Blood of Volantis, heard when we were children."
Myles felt a slight chill upon hearing this but allowed Doniphos to continue speaking.
"Don't be fooled," Doniphos continued. "In Westeros, Essos, and beyond, they speak of the forty families of dragon riders from Valyria, one of which, the Targaryens, conquered the entire continent of Westeros. These forty families were at the top of the hierarchical order of the Valyrian Freehold. But above them, there were three additional families: the Triarchy, the three most powerful families within Valyria, whose might was said to surpass that of the forty families combined."
Myles found himself taken aback, urging Doniphos to continue.
"The Valyrian Freehold has no kings, but the Triarchy of Valyria is, in practice, the royalty. The forty families would be the equivalent of the noble houses of Westeros," Doniphos concluded.
Once Balemond Aekylosh and Baesenarr Valitheos arrived and introduced themselves as members of the Triarchy, Aelora Balaerys continued.
"Lord Jon Connington, I want you to be the spokesperson for your delegation," Aelora said, giving him a warm smile. "Your loyalty to the Targaryen family is sincere, and loyalty is something I value greatly," she continued, noticing how Jon Connington smiled at her.
Jon turned to look at Myles Toyne and Doniphos Paenymion, who urgently signaled for him to accept. He once again made a deep bow and said, "I accept your proposal, Senator Balaerys."
Upon hearing his acceptance, Aelora said, "Senator Balaerys is fine, Lord Connington. We don't have kings in Valyria, although you may call me 'my lady'." Aelora paused as if remembering something and continued, "I have always liked the term 'my lady' used in Westeros."
Assuming a more regal tone, Aelora addressed the group, her voice laced with authority. "Lord Jon Connington, would you be so kind as to introduce your esteemed companions of travel?"
Jon Connington stepped forward and began introducing his companions with a formal tone. "May I present to you Doniphos Paenymion, Triarch of Volantis and representative of the city on this diplomatic mission," he said, gesturing towards the distinguished-looking man standing beside him.
Aelora observed Doniphos Paenymion carefully, aware of the significance of Volantis in their plans for the future. "Volantis is a key piece for the future when we want to reconquer our colonies, so it's important that we reach an agreement," she thought to herself.
Jon then turned to the next member of the group. "May I present to you Ser Myles Toyne of House Toyne, Captain-general of the Golden Company," he said, introducing the tall and formidable man standing next to him. "They are the most renowned sellsword company in Essos and Westeros, and their reputation for valor and prowess is unmatched."
As the four Valyrians listened to Jon's words, their expressions became increasingly inquisitive, their curiosity piqued by the mention of the Golden Company.
"Interesting," thought Aelora, who looked at Baesenarr Valitheos, the Valyrian Triarch in charge of military affairs.
Baesenarr was also observing with interest, considering the possibilities. "We must proceed with caution," he thought to himself, "but having this company as a spy network could be incredibly useful. For now, we won't use them for military campaigns until we have settled our migration to Numenor. However, in the future, they could serve as a valuable spearhead for our reconquest plan."
He paused, deep in thought, before another idea struck him. "Perhaps a binding blood magic contract could ensure that they will respect any potential agreement," he mused.
Meanwhile, Jon Connington continued his introduction. "We are also accompanied by a group of scholars in history and politics who have dedicated their lives to studying the events that have shaped our world," he said, a proud smile on his face. "And we have brought with us a collection of books that detail the most significant happenings of our time, both in Essos and Westeros."
Aelora's smile grew wider at Jon's words, for she knew that this wealth of knowledge would be invaluable in their quest to reclaim their lost colonies. With such a wealth of resources at their disposal, they stood a better chance of success than ever before.
"And finally, may I introduce to you Princess Rhaenys Targaryen and the rightful king of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, Aegon Targaryen 6th of his name," Jon said, his voice tinged with sadness.
Elaena Targaryen couldn't help feeling uneasy. She had already noticed the sadness in Jon's voice when he introduced the two young children, but now, as he presented Aegon not as a prince but as the rightful king at such a tender age, her anxiety grew.
Aelora, sensing the emotions in Jon's voice and Elaena's unease, suggested a change of setting for the conversation. "Perhaps we could continue this discussion later in a more comfortable environment," she proposed, her tone gentle and reassuring.
After a moment of consideration, Aelora addressed Balemond Aekylosh and Baesenarr Valitheos, emphasizing her regal authority. "I recommend that Ser Myles Toyne, Captain-general of the Golden Company, and Doniphos Paenymion, the esteemed triarch of Volantis, accompany Baesenarr Valitheos, the triarch overseeing our armed forces, to our command center. There, they can be treated as honored guests and initiate negotiations."
Aelora's gaze shifted toward Baesenarr, acknowledging his determination as he agreed, "I concur, Aelora. We will commence negotiations once our esteemed guests have had the opportunity to rest from their taxing journey."
Satisfied with his response, Aelora nodded approvingly before proposing further arrangements. "Additionally, I suggest that the scholars in history and politics accompany Balemond Aekylosh, the triarch of magic, to the central library of Valyria to deposit the book collection. Later, they can proceed to the Blood Mages' Tower, where they will stay as honored guests."
"Balemond, ensure that copies of those books on history and politics are made promptly," Aelora urged with a sense of urgency.
With Balemond Aekylosh and Baesenarr Valitheos taking charge of escorting the guests to their lodgings, Aelora refocused on Elaena, Jon Connington, and the Targaryen children.
"As for Aegon, Rhaenys, and Lord Jon Connington, I leave the decision to you, Elaena," Aelora said, offering a warm smile.
Expressing her conviction, Elaena replied, "The Targaryen manse. It's the suitable residence for them."
Aelora concurred, "Very well, the Targaryen manse it is."
Addressing Jon Connington, she added, "I have many questions about my family's history, but I imagine you must be fatigued after the journey. Let's rest tonight and convene tomorrow morning."
Jon Connington bowed in agreement, stating, "As you wish, my lady."
Elaena's demeanor softened as she looked at the children, Aegon and Rhaenys. "Before we rest, I want to perform the blood magic ceremony for them tonight at the family altar. Upholding our traditions is crucial to me," she declared firmly.
Intrigued by the notion of blood magic, Jon listened attentively, while Aelora nodded in understanding and expressed her desire to witness the ceremony. "Your brother Aenar was my dearest childhood friend, and I want to honor his memory by being part of this small ceremony," she said.
Elaena graciously accepted, "Of course, dear friend. It will be an honor for my family to have a member of the Triarchy participate in this ceremony. I'm sure Aenar would have been pleased to have you involved."
Expressing gratitude, Aelora smiled and turned to Jon Connington after Elaena's acceptance. "Thank you, Elaena. I look forward to being a part of this ceremony," she said.
Elaena returned Aelora's warm smile and then addressed Jon Connington, studying him before speaking, "Lord Jon Connington, I would also like you to witness this ceremony."
Surprised by the invitation, Jon replied, "It would be an honor, my lady. This ceremony clearly holds great significance to the Valyrians, and I would be honored to bear witness to the lighting of Aegon and Rhaenys' candles."
3 hours later
The group of five finally reached Elaena's private quarters. Jon, carrying Aegon and Rhaenys, felt a mix of curiosity and trepidation, having heard tales of Valyrians using blood magic and how they used the blood of slaves to perform their spells.
Elaena could sense his concern and smirked. She had been studying advanced magic for over a year, and what she understood as a sixth sense was starting to affect her perceptions of the world.
"Lord Jon Connington, do you expect to find ten slaves tied up next to the altar, ready to be sacrificed?" she asked, amused by Jon's discomfort.
"I honestly don't know what to expect, my lady," Jon replied. "I was educated in a society where magic is seen as agnostic, and many in Westeros believe that it disappeared from the world when Valyria and the dragons vanished. But now that it's back, I cannot deny that magic is real." Elaena and Aelora both seemed to appreciate Jon's response.
Jon added, "In Westeros, we hear many stories, or what some might call black legends, about blood magic and the sacrifice of slaves."
Aelora's sudden interruption surprised Jon, and he couldn't help but notice the intensity in her eyes as she said his name. "This is the first time she has called me just by my name," Jon thought to himself, feeling a bit nervous.
Aelora's intense gaze at Jon continued as she posed her question about magic. "Do you think magic is something static that remains unchanged for thousands of years?" she asked playfully.
Jon was taken aback by her question but he tried to gather his thoughts before responding. "Well, to be honest, I never really thought about it before. But now that you mention it, I suppose it's possible that magic could evolve over time," he replied, intrigued by the idea.
Aelora nodded, pleased with his response. "Indeed it can," she said in response to Jon's previous statement about magic evolving over time. "It's true that in the past, especially during our wars with the Ghiscari Empire, thousands of slaves were used to create spells, but our magic has evolved since then," Aelora continued, her eyes never leaving Jon's. "As Hand of the King, a title I assume is of great importance in Westeros," Aelora continued, "you know that misusing a kingdom's resources can lead to ruin. If we were to sacrifice slaves for every blood magic spell, slaves who would have to be replaced by other slaves, and these slaves had to be prepared and trained for the functions they would perform, it would eventually lead us to economic ruin." Aelora paused to let her words sink in. "Our current policy is to only use sacrifices as a form of punishment against an external enemy, as it happened 399 years ago in a punitive campaign against a Dothraki horde. Also, for this specific spell that we are going to perform, we will only need small samples of blood from Elaena, Aegon, and Rhaenys," Aelora concluded as she observed Jon deep in thought with this information.
Jon listened to Aelora's explanation with interest. He appreciated her willingness to share information and found himself drawn to her intense gaze. "She's not just a pretty face," he thought to himself.
As the group approached the family altar, Jon felt a strange energy building around him. The air seemed to hum with power, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the sight before him. The altar was adorned with intricate carvings, each one more detailed and elaborate than the last. It was clear that this was a place of great importance and reverence.
As they stood before the altar, Jon couldn't help but notice the candles that were scattered around it. There were two lit candles at the moment, and about a hundred others, some of which seemed to have already been used, while others were new and unused. The flickering flames cast a warm glow over the dimly lit room, creating a mystical atmosphere that sent shivers down Jon's spine.
Noticing Jon's curiosity about the candles, Elaena explained their significance. "The two candles you see lit are the life and death candles of my daughter Alysanne Targaryen and mine," she said, her voice tinged with sadness. "The candles that have been lit and extinguished correspond to the candles of my brother, his daughter Daenys, and the rest of my family who emigrated to Dragonstone."
Elaena sighed as she remembered her deceased relatives, but she continued, "And the rest of the candles that have not yet been used belong to the living descendants of my brother who bear the Targaryen name. Once these candles are lit, I will proceed to remove the candles of my deceased relatives."
Jon listened attentively, still mesmerized by the mystical atmosphere of the room. He couldn't help but feel a sense of respect and reverence for the Targaryen family and their traditions.
Elaena gestured for Jon to carefully place Aegon and Rhaenys on the altar, signaling the beginning of a mysterious ritual. Her low and rhythmic incantation in High Valyrian captivated Jon, enveloping him in a growing sense of magical power.
Observing closely, Jon noticed Elaena take a ceremonial dagger from the altar, making a small cut on her own finger. With solemnity, she approached the sleeping Aegon and Rhaenys, caressing their foreheads with her bloodied finger.
Whispering another incantation, Elaena made small cuts on the children's fingers. Although her voice was barely audible, its power and reverence were palpable. She then touched two unused candles with her bloodied dagger and commanded, "Show me those who are present here at this moment."
The room fell silent momentarily, followed by a low, beast-like rumble, which Aelora identified as the roars of infant dragons. Aelora shared a revelation with Jon about the dragons' infancy, piquing his interest.
In response to Elaena's command, nebulous dragon-shaped figures materialized above the candles, dancing and twirling in the air. Each figure, seemingly made of smoke and shadow, flew towards its corresponding candle, igniting them with a bright red flame.
Elaena, tears of joy streaming down her face, approached the lit candles with renewed determination. "With the blood of these two new dragons, show me those who are not present here at this moment," she commanded.
After a brief silence, a louder roar was heard, more powerful than the previous two. Aelora whispered to Jon, "This is the roar of an ancient dragon, past its prime but full of wisdom."
Jon fell into thought at the mention of Maester Aemon at the Wall. Suddenly, two more roars were heard simultaneously, causing him to open his eyes in amazement.
"A young dragon, slightly older than Aegon and Rhaenys, and a newborn baby dragon," whispered Aelora to Jon, who was stunned.
"I... impossible, how could a child of only eight years old and a newborn baby manage to survive and escape? During my exile, I heard that Stannis had taken Dragonstone," Jon whispered in disbelief.
Aelora looked at Jon with sadness and understanding. Although she did not yet know the details of the events in Westeros, she understood why Aegon, such a young child, was not only the heir to the throne but also the king, and why they had suddenly come to Valyria.
Aelora took Jon's hand, looked him in the eye, and said, "Don't worry Jon, we will find them wherever they are." Jon was surprised by Aelora's gesture, but he bowed and said, "Your wish is my command, my lady."
This time, as Elaena recited the incantation, three nebulous dragon-shaped figures materialized above the candles, their ghostly forms swirling and weaving through the air before heading towards their respective candles and disappearing within. But unlike Aegon and Rhaenys' candles that shone with the same bright red flame, each of the three candles had a different color.
The candle corresponding to the ancient dragon emitted a bright red flame, just like Aegon and Rhaenys' candles. However, the candle of the slightly older dragon than Aegon and Rhaenys emitted a dark red glow, which worried Aelora Balaerys. She had never seen such a dark hue emanating from a candle before, and it filled her with a sense of unease.
On the other hand, the light emitted by the newborn dragon's candle surprised both Aelora and Elaena, who were watching in amazement. It emitted a golden glow, a color they had never seen coming out of a candle before, and with a brightness that eclipsed the other candles. The sight left them in awe and wonder, wondering what it could mean for the future.
Elaena wiped the sweat from her brow as she let out a deep breath. "It seems to be over," she said, giving a weak smile to her companions Aelora and Jon Connington. "I suggest we rest for the day and meet tomorrow to discuss Westeros." Elaena's exhaustion was evident, but she tried to mask it as best she could. "Lord Connington and Lady Baelarys, what do you think if we meet in the morning?"
As they were about to respond, the temperature in Elaena's private quarters began to plummet. Jon Connington's teeth chattered as he remarked, "What's happening? This temperature reminds me more of Winterfell than Valyria."
The sudden change in temperature was soon accompanied by another sound, one unlike the dragon roars they had grown accustomed to. "This sounds like a puppy's howl, but it's different," Aelora said, her eyes widening in amazement.
But Jon Connington knew better. "This isn't the sound of a puppy, my lady. This is the howl of a dire wolf pup, a type of huge wolf that inhabits the north of Westeros."
Aelora Baelarys, Elaena Targaryen, and Jon Connington turned toward the flickering candles, their faces illuminated by the mystical glow. As they watched in amazement, a nebulous white dire wolf figure materialized above one of the candles. It let out a haunting howl before vanishing into the candle, which immediately radiated a brilliant white light.
The trio stood frozen, breaths caught in their throats. Unlike the other candles that emitted warmth, this one sent icy shivers down their spines. Its brilliance matched the golden glow of the candle representing the newborn dragon, creating a mesmerizing juxtaposition of warmth and coldness.
Their astonishment deepened as the candle symbolizing the newborn dragon's life took on a life of its own. It moved with an otherworldly force, positioning itself next to the dire wolf candle. The flames of both candles danced and flickered, as if yearning to merge into a single, unified entity.
A hushed silence filled the room as they tried to comprehend the inexplicable phenomenon. Finally, Jon Connington broke the stillness with a voice filled with disbelief, "It can't be, Rhaegar and Lyanna..."
The air in the room crackled with anticipation as the candles continued their mysterious dance, leaving the trio in awe of the inexplicable connection between the dire wolf and the newborn dragon.