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Chapter 4: The Weight of Duty
William stood before the heart tree in the Red Keep's godswood, its carved face seeming to mock him with its unchanging expression. He ran a hand through his silver-gold hair for what felt like the hundredth time since he'd awakened in this body just days ago. The ethereal color still startled him every time he caught his reflection.
"This can't be real," he muttered, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm going to wake up any moment now."
But he didn't wake up. He hadn't for days now. Somehow, impossibly, he was here—in the body of Prince Aerys Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne of Westeros. A world he had only ever known through books and legends was now his reality.
The conversation with Rhaella in this very godswood just hours ago weighed heavily on his mind. Her fears about their impending marriage resonated deeply with him. In the world he came from, the idea of marrying your sister was unthinkable, let alone at such a young age.
William took a deep breath, trying to center himself. He had made a promise to Rhaella, and despite the madness of his situation, he intended to keep it. It was time to face Jaehaerys and Shaera—his "parents" in this world.
As he made his way through the Red Keep's winding corridors, William's mind raced. He had spent every spare moment since his arrival frantically trying to absorb as much information as possible about his new identity and the complex web of relationships he had been thrust into. The servants and courtiers who bowed as he passed were still a shock to his system.
He reached Jaehaerys's chambers, nodding awkwardly to the Kingsguard standing vigil outside. Their names escaped him at the moment—there was so much to remember, and so little time to learn it all.
"Is my father the Prince within?" William asked, hoping his voice sounded more confident than he felt.
"He is, Your Grace," one of the knights replied. " Your mother Princess Shaera is with him."
William nodded, his heart pounding. He raised his hand to knock, then hesitated. What was he doing? He barely knew these people, barely understood the politics and prophecies that seemed to rule their lives. How could he possibly convince them to delay a marriage that was crucial to the future of their dynasty?
But then he thought of Rhaella, of the vulnerability in her eyes when she had confided her fears to him. He couldn't let her down, no matter how overwhelming this all was.
Taking a deep breath, he knocked.
"Enter," came a rasping call from within.
William pushed through into the dimly lit chamber, the scent of medicinal herbs and incense assaulting his senses. Jaehaerys lay propped up in a massive bed, his frame wasted by illness but his eyes still burning with intensity. Shaera sat at his side, her beauty undimmed by worry.
"Aerys," Jaehaerys said, his voice weak but commanding. "This is an unexpected visit."
Shaera's gaze sharpened, studying William closely. "Is something amiss, my son?"
The concern in her voice was genuine, making William's task both easier and infinitely more difficult. These people loved their son—the real Aerys. He was an imposter, playing a role he barely understood.
"I come with a request regarding my marriage to Rhaella, if you will permit it," William said, struggling to keep his voice steady.
His "parents" exchanged a loaded glance. Shaera spoke first, her tone wary. "What of your sacred betrothal? Surely you do not mean to forsake the bonds that shall produce the Prince Who Was Promised?"
The mention of the prophecy sent William's mind reeling. He vaguely recalled something about a woods witch and a savior born of his and Rhaella's line, but the details were frustratingly hazy.
"Peace, Mother," he said, raising a hand in what he hoped was a placating gesture. "I've no designs on abandoning my duty or defying that fateful prophecy. Merely..." He took a fortifying breath. "Merely postponing our union until Rhaella's eighteenth year when she has reached full womanhood."
The silence that followed was deafening. William could almost hear his own heartbeat, pounding in his ears.
"You propose delaying the coming of the Prince That Was Promised on unfounded whims?" Jaehaerys finally rasped, his voice tight with barely contained anger. "After all the sacrifices I have borne to ensure this destiny?"
William felt himself shrinking under that baleful glare. But he couldn't back down now. "I do not make this request lightly, Father," he said, willing his voice not to shake. "Rhaella confided in me her apprehension over committing to the obligations of a wife so young. She fears being bound to that role before reaching full maturity."
Shaera made a noise of derision. "Since when do a young girl's trifling fears supersede her sworn duty to maintain dynastic purity?"
The casual dismissal of Rhaella's feelings sparked something in William. For a moment, he forgot his fear and uncertainty, forgot that he was an outsider in this world.
"Since a man claims to love his sister beyond mere obligation," he countered, surprising himself with the heat in his voice. "Since we profess to prize the liberty and dignity of our women, even those destined for ultimate power."
Jaehaerys swelled with outrage, raising a withered hand. "Mind yourself! You question the sanctity of traditions preserving our family for hundreds of years!"
William took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm. He had to approach this carefully, to make them understand without revealing the truth of his origins or the depth of his misgivings about Targaryen customs.
"I do not question the necessity of upholding the prophecy, Father," he said, his voice low and intense. "Merely that we extend empathy to the one expected to help fulfill it—a maid not yet in her prime." His eyes met Jaehaerys's. "I ask only that Rhaella receive more years to blossom before being bound to wifely obligations she did not choose."
A contemplative silence fell over the chamber. Jaehaerys studied William, seeming to weigh his words.
"You propose delay until she reaches eighteen, then," Jaehaerys said, at last, disapproval and reluctant curiosity warring in his tone. "To allow Rhaella a consenting spirit befitting the future queen she is destined to become."
William nodded, seizing the opening. "Just so. I ask only that we grant Rhaella more time to mature before being bound to me. She has endured enough upheaval after Bonifer's exile." He paused, recalling a fragment of information he had gleaned in the past few days. "Dragging her to the marriage altar in her current fragile state risks diminishing the bright spirit that must help birth the Prince That Was Promised."
He saw the impact of his words in the tightening of Jaehaerys's jaw, in the flicker of uncertainty that passed over Shaera's features.
"You understand the grave implications of defying such ancient tenets?" Jaehaerys rasped. "Our family's very covenant with the realm itself?"
William inclined his head, feeling the weight of centuries of history he barely understood pressing down upon him. "I do, Father. Perhaps more than most."
His voice took on a solemnity that surprised even himself as he continued. "If we are to birth the figure to confront the Long Night, we must ensure the union producing this scion is rooted in mutual understanding and esteem—not mere duty. It must be a partnership of spirits, for how could our line hope to elevate humanity if the act of conception is borne of cold obligation and resentment by the mother?"
As he spoke, William felt a strange sense of déjà vu. How many times in his old life had he argued for a more nuanced understanding of history, for the importance of context and human emotion in shaping great events? Now, he was applying those same principles to a situation that would have seemed like pure fantasy mere days ago.
Silence fell until Jaehaerys finally spoke, something akin to surprise in his tone. "Your words carry wisdom I did not expect, Aerys. When last we spoke of this burden, you seemed a petulant child. Yet now I behold a man with foresight to glimpse the pitfalls that could undermine our duty."
William felt a pang of guilt at the praise. It wasn't truly his wisdom, was it? He was drawing on knowledge and experiences from another life, one that Jaehaerys could never comprehend.
Jaehaerys drew a labored breath. "Very well, Aerys. You have my blessing to delay your union with Rhaella until her eighteenth name day, though no further." His eyes blazed fiercely as he added, "But on that day, you shall fulfill your vows in full measure. Are we clear?"
The words hung in the air for a moment, almost unbelievable. William felt a surge of relief, quickly followed by disbelief. Had he really managed to sway the unyielding prince after just days in this world?
William inclined his head deeply, "Yes, Father. I swear it."
Shaera sputtered, rising from her seat with a grace that belied her agitation. Her violet eyes flashed dangerously as she turned to her husband. "Jaehaerys! To blasphemously throw away our covenant with the gods themselves on the mere words of a—"
But Jaehaerys raised a trembling hand, his force of will still potent despite his dimmed vigor. Shaera fell silent, though her eyes blazed with a mixture of confusion and barely contained outrage.
In that moment of stunned silence, William's mind raced. He had spent the last few days frantically absorbing every bit of information he could about his new family and their history. Now, a fragment of that knowledge surfaced, and he seized upon it, hoping it might cement his victory.
"You know the pain of nearly being compelled into an unwanted match yourself, Father," he said carefully, his heart pounding. He was acutely aware that one wrong word could undo everything. "Were you and Mother not nearly bartered off to establish ties with Highgarden and Riverrun before fate intervened?"
The effect of his words was immediate and profound. Realization flickered across Jaehaerys's face as he was reminded of his youth when politics had nearly seen him wed to Celia Tully despite his desires lying elsewhere. Shaera's expression shifted as well, softening as she recalled how she had nearly been promised to the future Lord of Highgarden, Luthor Tyrell, in her maidenhood before the tides finally turned.
William watched the play of emotions across their faces, hardly daring to breathe. He knew the story only in broad strokes, gleaned from hurried conversations and overheard gossip in the past few days. It was no secret among the court that despite their undeniable power and love now, the prince and princess had met with stiff resistance when proclaiming their intentions to marry for love rather than alliance.
Many were the raised eyebrows and dark mutterings about endangering ancient accords between Great Houses over a pair of lovestruck youths' fanciful notions. William could only imagine the pressure they must have faced, the weight of centuries of tradition bearing down upon them.
Only the intervention of Jaehaerys's progressive father, King Aegon V, had ultimately spared the couple their unwanted betrothals in favor of sanctioning their bohemian union. A controversial decision at the time, but one that clearly paid immense dividends in producing the undying devotion between the royal couple even decades later.
Now William seized upon those still-vivid memories, using them to further underscore his impassioned arguments. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say.
"You fought against being forced into a hollow alliance out of mere expedience to your houses' temporary interests," he stated, keeping his tone respectful yet insistent. His palms were sweating, but he pressed on. "Can you truly say you would have been able to approach the marriage beds of those prospective brides and grooms with anything resembling true affirmation of your vows? That the sanctity of that most holy union would not have been forever tainted by a lack of willing spirit and love between you both?"
The unspoken implications hung heavy in the chamber as the truth struck a chord in both elder Targaryens. William held his breath, watching the play of emotions across their faces. He had taken a risk in bringing up such personal history, but he knew it was necessary to make them truly understand the gravity of what they were asking of Rhaella.
Jaehaerys and Shaera exchanged a long look, decades of shared experiences passing between them in that silent communication. William felt like an intruder witnessing something intensely private, yet he couldn't look away. The fate of Rhaella—and perhaps the entire realm—hung in the balance.
After what felt like an eternity, Jaehaerys turned back to William. His eyes, normally so fierce and unyielding, held a new softness. "You speak with wisdom beyond your years, Aerys," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I had not thought to hear such words from you."
Shaera reached out, taking her husband's hand in hers. "My love," she said softly, "perhaps there is merit in what our son says. We fought so hard for our own happiness. Should we not extend the same courtesy to our daughter?"
William felt a lump form in his throat. The tenderness between them was palpable, a testament to the love that had defied political machinations all those years ago. It was a stark reminder of the complex web of relationships he had been thrust into, the very real emotions at play beneath the surface of dynastic politics.
After a long, considering silence, Jaehaerys finally relented with a sigh that seemed to age him decades further. "Very well, Aerys. You have my blessing to delay your union with Rhaella until her eighteenth name day, though no further." His eyes blazed fiercely as he added, "But on that day, you shall fulfill your vows in full measure. Are we clear?"
William inclined his head deeply, unburdened joy suffusing his soul. "Yes, Father. I swear it." The words came easily, despite the weight of the promise they carried. In that moment, the future seemed both terrifying and full of possibility.
Jaehaerys nodded, as if to convey the gravity of what William had asked of him. "Then go, with my leave."
As William left the chambers, a strange sense of peace settled over him. He had successfully advocated for Rhaella's future without compromising his family's prophetic destiny. Though the road ahead was uncertain, he would face it with unwavering resolve.
The corridors of the Red Keep seemed different somehow as he made his way back to his own chambers. The tapestries depicting Targaryen victories, the suits of armor standing sentinel—all of it felt more real, more immediate than it had just hours before. This was his world now, for better or worse.
William's mind raced with the implications of what had just transpired. He had won Rhaella the time she needed, but in doing so, he had bound himself even more tightly to this world, to this family, to this destiny. Just days ago, he had been a normal man in a normal world. Now, he was a prince, sworn to marry his sister and father a prophesied savior.
And yet, despite the enormity of it all, William felt a glimmer of hope. He had made a difference today. He had shown that change was possible, that even the most entrenched traditions could be questioned and adapted.
Rhaella would have the time she needed to grow into her own, and when the time came, they would stand united—stronger together against whatever trials fate might bring. It was a daunting prospect, but one that William now felt ready to face.
As he reached his chambers, William paused, looking out a nearby window at the sprawling city of King's Landing below. The sun was setting, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. It was beautiful, in its own way—a reminder that for all its differences, this world held wonders of its own.
With a deep breath, William stepped into his room, ready to face whatever challenges the coming days might bring. He had taken his first steps as Prince Aerys Targaryen, and though the path ahead was uncertain, he would walk it with courage and conviction
As dawn broke over King's Landing, William rose from his bed, his heart heavy with the weight of foreknowledge. The cool morning air sent a shiver down his spine as he dressed in his finest attire, each movement deliberate and purposeful. Today was the day he would confront his grandfather, King Aegon V, and attempt to prevent the tragedy of Summerhall from unfolding.
As he fastened the last button on his doublet, William caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. The face that stared back at him was both familiar and strange—the youthful features of Aerys Targaryen, but with eyes that held the wisdom and weariness of a man who had lived another life. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the challenge ahead.
The corridors of the Red Keep were quiet at this early hour, save for the soft footfalls of servants beginning their daily routines. William nodded to them as he passed, his mind racing with the words he would say to his grandfather. How does one tell a king that his greatest ambition could lead to the destruction of their family?
As he approached the king's chambers, the guards straightened, recognizing him immediately. "Prince Aerys," one of them said with a respectful nod. "His Grace is already awake and working."
William managed a small smile. "Thank you. I need to speak with him on an urgent matter."
The guards exchanged a glance but stepped aside without question. William knocked softly on the heavy oak door.
"Enter," came the familiar voice of his grandfather.
William pushed open the door and stepped into the chamber. The room was bathed in the soft golden light of dawn, casting long shadows over the shelves lined with ancient tomes and relics of House Targaryen. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and candle wax.
King Aegon V sat at a large wooden desk, his silver hair shining in the sunlight that streamed through the tall windows. He looked up from his papers, a warm smile spreading across his face as he saw William.
"Aerys, my boy," he said, his voice a mix of surprise and pleasure. "What brings you here so early? Come, sit with me."
William bowed deeply, then crossed the room to take the offered seat across from his grandfather. Up close, he could see the lines of worry etched into Aegon's face, the weight of the crown evident in the set of his shoulders.
"Grandfather," William began, his voice steady despite the nervousness churning in his stomach. "I need to speak with you about something of great importance."
Aegon's smile faded slightly, replaced by a look of concern. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "Of course. What troubles you?"
William took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "I've been having dreams, Grandfather. Vivid dreams that feel more like visions. They began after my injury and have only grown more persistent with each passing night."
Aegon's expression grew serious, his brow furrowing. "Dreams, you say? What do these dreams show you?"
William hesitated, carefully choosing his words. "In my dreams, I see Summerhall. Seven dragon eggs burn with a green fire—wildfire. The flames consume everything. You, Grandmother Betha, Uncle Duncan, Ser Duncan the Tall... all perish in the inferno. Countless others are caught in the blaze. It's... it's horrific, Grandfather."
Aegon leaned back in his chair, his eyes widening slightly. "Wildfire, you say? And these dreams come to you often?"
"Every night," William replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "Each night, new details emerge. I see faces, hear screams. The smell of smoke and burning flesh is almost unbearable. I fear it is not just a dream, but a warning."
Aegon was silent for a long moment, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon visible through the window. When he spoke again, his voice was thoughtful. "You believe you are a dreamer, like Daenys the Dreamer who foresaw the Doom of Valyria."
William nodded, relieved that his grandfather seemed to be taking him seriously. "It seems that way, Grandfather. I did not wish to alarm you, but the visions are too vivid, too consistent to ignore. I believe they foretell a great tragedy."
Aegon stood up suddenly, pacing behind his desk. His hand went to his chin, stroking his beard as he often did when deep in thought. "If what you say is true, then we must act. Tell me more about these dreams. What else do you see?"
William watched his grandfather carefully, knowing he must tread lightly. "The visions are fragmented, but I see glimpses of the future. Great turmoil and strife, threats to our family and the realm. I do not claim to understand it all, but I know that Summerhall's destruction is the beginning of it."
Aegon stopped pacing and turned to face William, his violet eyes searching his grandson's face. "You must tell me all you know, Aerys. Any detail, no matter how small, could be crucial."
William shook his head slowly. "I wish I could, but much of what I see is shrouded in shadow and confusion. I fear that revealing too much might cause more harm than good. But I am certain of one thing—we must not proceed with the hatching of the dragon eggs at Summerhall. The risk is too great."
Aegon sighed deeply, the weight of his own ambitions and the legacy of his house pressing upon him. He walked to the window, gazing out over the city. "You may be right, Aerys. The desire to bring back the dragons has driven me for so long, but not at the cost of our lives and our legacy."
William felt a glimmer of hope. He stood and joined his grandfather at the window. "Perhaps there is another way, Grandfather. A safer way to pursue our goals without resorting to such dangerous measures."
Aegon turned to look at him, a sad smile on his face. "You sound so much like your father sometimes. Always cautious, always thinking ahead." He paused, his expression becoming more serious. "I heard that you went to your mother and father to delay your marriage to Rhaella. Is that true?"
William felt a jolt of surprise at the sudden change of topic, but he recovered quickly. "Yes, Grandfather. I... I don't feel ready for marriage yet. And Rhaella is still so young."
Aegon's eyes narrowed slightly. "Is this related to your dreams as well?"
William hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. "In a way, yes. I've seen glimpses of the future, Grandfather. Our family... we face many challenges ahead. I believe it's important that we approach things differently than we have in the past."
Aegon nodded slowly, turning back to the window. "You speak of breaking with tradition. First, you ask to delay your marriage, and now you counsel against hatching the dragon eggs. Tell me, Aerys, what future do you see for our house if we abandon the old ways?"
William moved to stand beside his grandfather, both looking out over the sprawling city below. "I see a future where we adapt, where we learn from the mistakes of the past. The world is changing, Grandfather. The smallfolk grow restless, the lords more ambitious. We cannot rely on the fear of dragons to maintain our power forever."
Aegon turned to face him, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "And how do you propose we maintain our power without dragons?"
William took a deep breath, knowing his next words could shape the future of their dynasty. "Through wisdom and good governance, Grandfather. By showing the realm that we are more than just our dragons—that we are leaders who care for our people, who bring prosperity and justice to all."
Aegon's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Those are lofty goals, Aerys. And not ones I would have expected from you, given your... reputation."
William felt a pang of guilt, remembering the actions of the original Aerys. "People can change, Grandfather. Sometimes it takes a shock—like these visions—to make us see things differently."
Aegon studied him for a long moment, then nodded slowly. "Indeed they can. Very well, let us explore this future you speak of. Tell me, what specific changes would you propose?"
William's mind raced, drawing on his knowledge of history and politics from his past life. "First, we must address the concerns of the smallfolk. Implement reforms to improve their lives—better sanitation in the cities, fairer taxes, protection from corrupt lords. Second, we need to strengthen our alliances with the great houses, but not through force or fear. We should encourage trade, cultural exchanges, fosterings."
Aegon listened intently, his expression thoughtful. "Go on."
"Third," William continued, gaining confidence, "we must invest in education. Not just for the nobles, but for all who show aptitude. An educated populace is a productive one, and it will help us identify talent wherever it may be found."
Aegon stroked his beard, considering William's words. "These are ambitious plans, Aerys. Some might say too ambitious. The lords will resist changes that threaten their power."
William nodded, acknowledging the challenge. "They will, at first. But if we implement these changes gradually, if we show them the benefits, I believe many will come around. And those who don't... well, that's where we must be strong, Grandfather. Not with dragon fire, but with the law and the support of the people."
Aegon was silent for a long moment, his gaze distant. When he spoke again, his voice was soft. "You've given this a great deal of thought, haven't you?"
William nodded. "I have, Grandfather. These dreams... they've shown me the consequences of our actions. The weight of our decisions. I believe we have a chance to shape a better future, but we must act now."
Aegon turned back to his desk, picking up a small figurine of a dragon. He turned it over in his hands, studying it closely. "You know, Aerys, when I was a boy, all I dreamed of was bringing back the dragons. I thought they were the key to our family's power, to our legacy." He set the figurine down with a sigh. "But perhaps you're right. Perhaps it's time we found a new way."
William felt a surge of hope. "Does this mean you'll reconsider the plans for Summerhall?"
Aegon nodded slowly. "Yes, I believe I will. We will find another way to secure our legacy, one that doesn't risk everything we hold dear." He turned to face William, his expression serious. "But know this, Aerys—your visions, if they are truly prophetic, are both a gift and a burden. Use them wisely."
William bowed deeply. "Thank you, Grandfather. I will do my best to guide our house through the trials ahead."
As he straightened, Aegon placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm proud of you, my boy. You've shown wisdom beyond your years today. But tell me, how do you know about the dragon eggs? That information was known only to a select few."
William met his grandfather's gaze steadily. "In my dreams, I saw seven dragon eggs. You planned to hatch them to make the lords respect our house's power again."
Aegon's eyes widened in amazement. "Only a handful of people know of this—Duncan, Jaehaerys, and the Grand Maester. You truly saw this in your dreams?"
William nodded. "Yes, Grandfather. I saw it as clearly as I see you now."
Aegon stared at him for a long moment, then slowly nodded. "Very well. I believe you, Aerys. These visions of yours... they are a great responsibility. I hope you're prepared for what they might bring."
William straightened his shoulders. "I am, Grandfather. I will do whatever it takes to protect our family and ensure our legacy endures."
Aegon smiled, a hint of pride in his eyes. "I believe you will. Now, tell me more about these reforms you mentioned. I'm particularly interested in your ideas about education..."
As the morning light grew stronger, grandfather and grandson talked, planning and debating the future of their dynasty. William felt a mix of relief and trepidation. He had taken the first step in preventing the tragedy of Summerhall, but he knew that many more challenges lay ahead.
The future was a vast, uncertain landscape, and he would need all his wits and courage to navigate it. But with the knowledge of his past life guiding him and the support of his grandfather, he felt more prepared than ever to face whatever trials the future might bring.
As their discussion continued, Aegon brought up another point. "Aerys, your sudden interest in governance and reform... it's quite a change from your usual pursuits. What brought this on?"
William paused, considering his answer carefully. "The dreams, Grandfather. They've shown me not just the immediate future, but glimpses of what could be. I've seen a realm torn apart by war and strife, but I've also seen one united and prosperous. The difference lies in the choices we make now."
Aegon leaned forward, intrigued. "And what choices do you believe we should make, beyond what you've already mentioned?"
William took a deep breath. "We need to address the issue of succession, Grandfather. The dance of dragons nearly destroyed our house once before. We need clear, unambiguous laws of succession to prevent future conflicts."
Aegon's brow furrowed. "You speak of changing centuries of tradition, Aerys. The lords will not take kindly to such alterations."
"I know," William replied, "but think of the stability it could bring. No more wars over disputed claims, no more brothers turning against sisters or uncles against nephews. We could even consider allowing women to inherit in their own right, not just as consorts."
Aegon's eyebrows shot up. "Now that is a radical notion. What makes you suggest such a thing?"
William thought of the Queen Elizabeth he had known in his past life, of other great female leaders throughout history. "Women are just as capable of ruling as men, Grandfather. By excluding them, we're potentially denying the realm its best possible rulers."
Aegon sat back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. "You continue to surprise me, Aerys. These are not ideas I would have expected from you."
William managed a small smile. "Perhaps the injury changed me more than we realized, Grandfather."
Aegon nodded slowly. "Perhaps it did. But tell me, how do you propose we implement these changes? The Great Council would need to be convened, and even then, there's no guarantee the lords would agree."
William leaned forward, his mind racing with possibilities. "We start small, Grandfather. We can begin by promoting capable women to positions of authority within the Red Keep. Show the realm that women can lead effectively. As for the succession laws, we draft them carefully, present them as a way to ensure stability and prevent future conflicts. We can even offer concessions in other areas to gain support."
Aegon stroked his beard, considering William's words. "It's a delicate balance you propose, Aerys. One misstep could lead to rebellion."
"I know," William replied, "but the alternative is worse. If we do nothing, if we allow the cracks in our system to widen, we risk everything our ancestors built."
Aegon was silent for a long moment, his gaze distant. When he spoke again, his voice was soft. "You know, Aerys, when I was younger, I dreamed of making changes like these. Of breaking the wheel, as it were. But the realities of ruling... they have a way of grinding down such idealism."
William leaned forward, his voice earnest. "But you're still the king, Grandfather. You have the power to make these changes. And with your experience and my... insights, we could reshape the realm for the better."
Aegon's eyes met William's, a spark of the old idealism shining through. "You make it sound so simple, my boy. But I fear the path ahead is far more treacherous than you realize."
William nodded, acknowledging the truth in his grandfather's words. "I know it won't be easy, Grandfather. But nothing worth doing ever is. We have a chance to secure our family's legacy, not through fear or dragons, but through wisdom and good governance. Isn't that worth the risk?"
Aegon stood up and walked to the window once more, his gaze sweeping over the city below. "You paint a compelling picture, Aerys. A realm united, prosperous, free from the threat of civil war. It's a beautiful dream."
William joined him at the window. "It doesn't have to be just a dream, Grandfather. We can make it a reality."
Aegon turned to face him, his expression serious. "It will take more than just the two of us, Aerys. We'll need allies, supporters in the Small Council and among the great houses."
William nodded. "Then let's start building those alliances. We can begin with the reforms we discussed earlier—improving conditions for the smallfolk, investing in education. Show the realm that we're committed to change, to progress."
Aegon studied him for a long moment, then slowly nodded. "Very well, Aerys. We'll try it your way. But know this—the path ahead will not be easy. There will be opposition, perhaps even danger. Are you prepared for that?"
William straightened his shoulders, meeting his grandfather's gaze steadily. "I am, Grandfather. The visions I've seen... they've shown me the consequences of inaction. Whatever challenges we face now, they pale in comparison to the chaos that could unfold if we do nothing."
Aegon placed a hand on William's shoulder, his expression a mix of pride and concern. "You've grown, Aerys. In more ways than one, it seems. Very well, let us begin planning these reforms of yours."
The king moved back to his desk, clearing a space and pulling out a fresh sheet of parchment. "First, we must prioritize. Which of these changes do you believe we should implement first?"
William considered for a moment before answering. "I think we should start with improving conditions for the smallfolk. It's the most visible change we can make, and it will show the realm that we're serious about reform."
Aegon nodded, making a note on the parchment. "Agreed. We can begin with sanitation improvements in King's Landing, then expand to other major cities. What next?"
"Education," William said firmly. "We should establish schools, not just for nobles, but for any who show aptitude. It will take time to see the results, but in the long run, it will strengthen the realm immeasurably."
As they continued to discuss and plan, William felt a growing sense of hope. This was what he had dreamed of—a chance to reshape the future, to avoid the mistakes of the past. But even as they worked, a nagging doubt lingered in the back of his mind.
"Grandfather," he said hesitantly, " I wanted to discuss my conversation with my parents last night."
Aegon looked up from his parchments, his purple eyes softening. "Ah, Aerys. Yes, your parents informed me of your... unexpected proposal. Please, sit."
William took a seat across from his grandfather. "Then you know about my desire to postpone the marriage with Rhaella?"
Aegon nodded slowly. "I do. Your parents were quite concerned. Tell me, what's brought this on?"
William leaned forward, his voice earnest. "Grandfather, Rhaella is only thirteen. I believe it's in her best interest - and the realm's - to wait until she's older. Perhaps when she's eighteen?"
Aegon's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Five years? That's quite a delay, Aerys. The realm expects this union sooner rather than later."
"I know," William replied. "But I've been thinking about our family's history, about the consequences of marrying too young. Rhaella deserves the chance to mature, to grow into herself before taking on the responsibilities of marriage and potentially motherhood."
Aegon stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Your concern for Rhaella's well-being is admirable. I must admit, when your parents first told me, I was taken aback. But perhaps I shouldn't have been. You've always had a mind of your own, much like your father."
"You're not angry?" William asked, relief evident in his voice.
Aegon chuckled softly. "Angry? No, my boy. Concerned, perhaps. But not angry. You know, when your father and mother broke their betrothals to wed each other back in 237 AC, I was far from pleased. But seeing their happiness... well, it taught me the value of allowing some flexibility in these matters."
William felt a surge of hope. "Then you understand why I wish to wait?"
Aegon's expression grew serious. "I understand your reasoning, yes. But Aerys, you must realize the implications. The realm expects this marriage. To delay it by five years... it will raise questions, cause speculation."
"I know," William replied, his voice firm. "But I believe it's necessary. For Rhaella's sake, and for the good of our family."
Aegon studied him for a long moment. "Have you discussed this with Rhaella?"
William nodded. "I have. She... she agrees that waiting would be best. She has her own concerns about marrying so young."
At this, Aegon's eyebrows rose further. "Does she now? Well, that is unexpected. And it speaks well of you, Aerys, that you sought her opinion on the matter."
William felt a warmth spread through his chest at his grandfather's words. "Thank you, Grandfather. I want to do what's right for Rhaella and for our family."
Aegon stood up and walked to the window, gazing out over King's Landing. "You know, Aerys, you remind me very much of your father at your age. Thoughtful, considerate, willing to challenge tradition when necessary. It gives me hope for the future of our dynasty."
William joined his grandfather at the window. "Then you'll support our decision to wait?"
Aegon turned to face him, placing a hand on William's shoulder. "I will. It won't be easy, mind you. There will be opposition, both within the family and without. But if you and Rhaella are united in this, and if you truly believe it's for the best, then we shall find a way to make it work."
William felt a surge of relief and gratitude. "Thank you, Grandfather. I won't let you down."
Aegon smiled, a hint of pride in his eyes. "I know you won't, my boy. Now, we have much to discuss. Postponing a royal marriage is no small matter. We'll need to consider how to present this to the realm, how to handle the inevitable rumors and speculation..."
As they began to plan, William felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. He had taken the first step towards changing the future, but he knew the real challenges were yet to come. With his grandfather's support and the knowledge from his past life, he felt ready to face whatever lay ahead.
The year was 258 AC, and William was determined to shape a better future for Rhaella, for House Targaryen, and for all of Westeros, no matter the cost.
Author's Note:
Dear readers,
I want to sincerely apologize for the delay in updating this story. It's been a hectic time, and I've been juggling multiple responsibilities. Between writing this story and my other work, "Dragons in the Aegean: Aegon Targaryen's Epic Arrival in Ancient Greece," along with attending summer classes and working a full-time job, finding time to write has been challenging.
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