Word of a Septa being found dead in her chambers spread quickly through the city. But it was not because of the death itself, but rather what was found on her and how she was found.

The Septa had been missing for the morning services, so those of her group had gone to seek her. They checked everywhere she'd usually go before checking her bedroom. The door was locked so they had it smashed down.

The Septa was found kneeling as one did in prayer. Her hand gripped a dagger that was buried deep in her gut. Her belly had been sliced open and her innards were splayed all over her lap and the floor below.

But that was not all.

A note was also found on the table by the Septa's bed that horrified everyone who read it.

I can't take it anymore. I had thought that any Targaryen spawn would be the devil, no matter how holy its mother is. I killed it, I tried killing its mother for birthing it, I tried killing its grandfather for marrying his daughter to the devils. But I can't handle it anymore. I did it for the gods, but the gods have forsaken me! I had made a mistake, I have sinned. And for that, I lay my life to the stranger, so I may be punished for the crimes I committed.

Word of it reached the Hightowers and they were there at once. Lord Manfred read the letter himself and he was furious about it. The members of the Faith apologised greatly to Lord Manfred for what one of them had done and apologised profusely to Gwyn and Aenar.

But the damage had already been done.

But the rush of that news was pushed aside when the King and his two Queens arrived. People feared their wrath, no more than the Starry Sept who feared they would be burned.

But Aegon did not burn them, some say at Aenar's and Gwyn's insistence. The responsible one was found and the faith had apologised. Burning them all would not bring their son back.

So instead they took his body and flew back to Dragonstone. Aenar flew above the procession that was taking his boy to his ancestral home, going slow so he did not leave them behind. Cannibal's shadows shaded them all the way, like a father's hand over his son's head, protecting him from everything. This Father had not been able to do so, perhaps that is why he flew so slow, so he could at the very least shield his son's dead body from the harshness of the sun.

The funeral took place at the Dragonmont, attended by only the Targaryen family. They all wore black as was the custom of mourning. Little Vaegon was given to the flames like his ancestors. His father lit his pyre with his Dragon's help. They all watched the pyre burn emerald before long the whole thing turned to ash, body and wood. The wind kickback from Cannibal taking flight carried the ashes in the wind.

Aenar and Gwyn remained there until the last of the ashes had been taken by the wind. The both of them returned to the castle after, intending to retire for the day.

But Aegon wished to see them both.

The Room of The Painted Table was just as they had left it before going to war. Aegon stood at the head of the table, Rhaenys on his right and Visenya on his left. Neither of the three looked angry nor displeased. Aegon smiled when Aenar and Gwyn had come, inviting them to join them at the table.

"We did not get the opportunity to do it before, but you have our deepest condolences," Rhaenys said.

Aenar and Gwyn both nod to her.

"We heard that a Septa was found with her belly open," Visenya said.

"She was" Gwyn nodded.

"And she claims she was the one to kill Vaegon?"

"She was" Aenar nodded.

The trio and the duo crossed gazes before the matter was dropped entirely.

"I wish to discuss what happened at Sunspear," Aegon said, leaning forward against the table. "If you want—"

"Gwyn stays" Aenar cut him off, "she is my wife and is privy to matters involving me."

Rhaenys and Visenya both smiled proudly.

"Very well" Aegon sighed. "We burned Meria and Deria's bodies after you left and the injuries to Meria were explained away with you hitting her over and over again with your armour. But what really happened? How did you manage to break someone's spine in that manner with your bare hands? Or the matter of how you made Nymor Martell burn from the inside and choke Deria Martell without even touching her?"

They were all looking at him now, even Gwyn. But none seemed freaked out by him or even afraid.

"Pyromancy on Nymor, Aeromancy on Deria. Though I did not mean to do those" Aenar explained.

"And how exactly do you know these kinds of magic?" Visenya questioned.

"In the same manner I hold the knowledge of Valyrian magic in my head" Aenar answered. "I have seen things in Valyria. I have been shown glimpses of the past and of the future, broken pieces that spell great doom for our family."

"So you knew our son would die?!"

Aenar met his enraged wife's eyes before shaking his head.

"If I did I would have stopped it from happening" Aenar sighed. "Truth be told I didn't see myself in any of those visions either. So there's a good chance that at some point I had died. But something changed and I lived. I lived, I was flown to Valyria, I was shown the history of the Valyrians till the moment the Doom happened. I was shown how House Targaryen will be reduced to three people in the future, a dragon with three hatchlings, a dragon dressed as a wolf and a dragon in the sands. And I saw them all die when a great darkness overtakes all of Westeros and then the whole world! I came back to prevent that."

Things were silent for a while and Gwyn reached out and grasped Aenar's hand.

Aenar squeezed it back.

"It does not explain your strength," Aegon said a moment later.

"Valyria is… an odd place" Aenar began. "Every time I journey through it and come back, I am told months had gone by while for me it was only a week or so. It has certainly affected me. I do not look a day older than ten and six when we all know I'm much older than that. I suppose the strength thing comes from exposure to Valyria as well. I didn't know I could do that until my rage took over my sane mind."

"I… see" Aegon mumbled, at a loss for what to say.

None of them knew what to say.

Except Aenar.

"Regardless of what 'abilities' I have gained, I do not intend to use them too much and draw attention to myself" he added. "And Aegon, we will need to fly back to Oldtown tomorrow."

"Why?"

"There are things that you and I need to discuss with the High Septon. Things that will help us in coming times" Aenar turned to Visenya next. "While I am gone, please see to Gwyn's training. She wishes to learn how to use a sword. I have promised to help her, so while I am gone please take over."

Visenya nods, giving Gwyn a small smile that she returns.

"And make arrangements for a melee" Aenar added.

"A melee? Why?" Rhaenys asked, thinking that perhaps Aenar wished to celebrate something. What could he celebrate? His son just died.

The thought was present in all of their heads.

"To choose men who will be sworn to protecting their King. A Kingsguard if you will" Aenar explained.

"I don't think that is necessary," Aegon said. "I can protect myself."

"It is completely necessary. We do not know who holds a grudge and when they'll strike at you or any children you have" Aenar cleared his throat. "Men will need to be sworn into protecting you, the King, your wives and your children."

"A splendid idea" Viseya cut in before Aegon to add anything else. "Only the best swords will be chosen."

"I do not doubt it" Aenar sighed.

"Are you awake?" Aenar thought.

"I do not sleep" the thing in his head answered.

"Why didn't you tell me I had superior strength?"

"You have much more than that. Us merging gave you plenty of powers. My powers are now yours to use as you please."

Aenar said no more, tightening his arm around his sleeping wife while he stared at the ceiling. If he had more powers… he'd need to start training them.