"Thank you for this spider, Father!" Aerion grinned, his eyes gleaming with delight. "I know it must have been hard for you to dig into the soil."

"It was nothing," Baelon cleared his throat, trying to sound nonchalant. "I've done worse."

"But you screamed."

"I didn't!" he yelled, but quickly lowered his voice when he saw Helaena glaring at him disapprovingly. "You must've heard wrong. And even if I had screamed, it must've been for a good reason. Perhaps a centipede had touched me, have you considered that?"

True to his word, Baelon did go to the yard to find insects for Aerion. It was harder than he had expected. He found two worms, a spider, and an ant colony before Aerion decided it was time to end his torment. Now, they were in his and Helaena's chambers. Baelon was aggressively wiping his hands with a cloth, Aerion was studying the not-so-little spider, and Helaena was embroidering a spider.

"Centipedes are funny."

"They are not." Baelon sighed. "You don't understand."

"I think I know more about them than you do."

"You don't know what vile creatures they are."

"They are harmless."

"Are they?" Baelon shaked his head. "Are they truly?"

The door to their chamber swung open suddenly, revealing Alicent with Otto following closely behind.

"Where is Aegon?" Alicent asked urgently.

Baelon and Helaena exchanged bemused glances.

"Not here." Helaena replied.

"He's not in his rooms." Otto said.

"Why would he be here?" Baelon questioned sharply. "If he's not in his chambers, he has no business in ours."

Otto ignored Baelon's words, turning on his heel to exit the room. Alicent's called after him.

"Father–"

Otto ignored Alicent as well, the door closing with a forceful thud that silenced her.

"What's happened?" Aerion asked, tugging on Alicent's dress.

Alicent looked down at Aerion, gently caressing his hair. She then raised her gaze to meet Baelon and Helaena's eyes.

"Your father is–"

"He's dead, isn't he?" Aemond's sudden presence startled them all.

Alicent's silence was all the confirmation they needed.

"Grandfather's dead?" Aerion asked.

"Go play with the servants, Aerion." Baelon commanded, his tone brooking no argument. "This is not a discussion for you."

Aerion wanted to argue, but Baelon's glare quelled his defiance. With a sigh and a pout, he exited the room.

"How did he die?" Helaena asked. "He was well last night."

"He died in his sleep," Alicent clarified. "And with his final breath, he told me he wished for Aegon to be crowned King."

"What?" Baelon asked, bewildered. "He named Rhaenyra as his heir."

"He must've changed his mind," Aemond replied. "It's not unlikely, given the circumstances."

"What circumstances?" Helaena asked sharply, her eyes narrowing at Aemond. "We cannot usurp Rhaenyra. This is madness."

"Don't feign ignorance, Helaena." Aemond replied coolly. "Her children are bastards, with no claim to the Iron Throne. Father must have seen the truth at last. She's unfit to rule."

"A compelling argument," Baelon said, clearing his throat. "Yet even so, Rhaenyra will not yield easily. She will fight with every breath in her body to claim what she believes is rightfully hers."

"Which is precisely why we must find Aegon," Alicent said firmly. "We need to crown him King without delay, secure the support of the lords, and find him a bride."

"I do not see how this is wise." Helaena interjected. "How could he change his mind so abruptly?"

"Are you questioning Mother, Helaena?" Aemond asked sharply.

"Aemond–"

Criston suddenly bursted into the room with a troubled expression.

"Prince Aegon's not to be found within the castle walls, Your Grace." He informed. "Your father has sent Ser Erryk into the city to find him."

"Ser Erryk knows Aegon." Alicent stated. "He has the advantage."

"Advantage?" Baelon asked, narrowing his eyes. "Advantage over whom?"

"Us," Alicent answered. "Your grandfather and I have slightly different approaches regarding Rhaenyra. He believes they should be... eliminated, while I think we need to make peace, not war."

"Grandfather is right!" Aemond shouted, stamping his foot on the spider that Aerion had left behind, roaming the room. "They're a threat to Aegon's rule. As long as they live, there will be no peace."

"Aemond!" Alicent cried out

"If I may," Criston interrupted, clearing his throat. "If Your Grace allows me, I'd be honoured to search for Aegon."

"Take Baelon with you." Alicent said after a few moments of contemplation.

"No!" Aemond interjected. "I need to go instead of him. I know more about Aegon's whereabouts than he does!"

Baelon, equally displeased with their mother's decision, decided to voice his objection.

"Aemond is a much more suitable companion to Ser Criston than I'll ever be, Mother."

"Do not question me, either of you," Alicent commanded firmly. "Helaena and Aemond must stay with me. I need to speak with them both."

Criston placed a hand on Baelon's shoulder, a thin smile on his lips.

"Seems like the fate of the Seven Kingdoms depends on us."

"It truly does." Baelon sighed.

Baelon knew that Aegon was a frequent visitor to the Street of Silk, the hub of King's Landing's brothels, though he never thought he'd set foot there himself. Despite the cloaks he and Criston wore to conceal their identities, Baelon couldn't shake the feeling that everyone around them knew exactly who they were.

"Have you ever been here, Your Grace?" Criston asked as they walked, occasionally bumping into passersby.

"No," Baelon replied. "Aegon once insisted I come here before my marriage to Helaena, but I refused."

"Good choice, Your Grace." Criston said as they arrived at a brothel and rang the bell. "Every woman is an image of the Mother, to be spoken of with reverence."

A woman opened the door, likely one of the brothel's workers. She didn't look too bad, Baelon thought. She did not greet them, only eyeing them up and down. Criston decided to speak first.

"Sometimes last night, we…" Criston said, casting a sideways glance at Baelon and motioning for him to come closer. "Misplaced our drinking companion."

"We know he has frequented your esteemed establishment," Baelon added. "We thought to inquire here as to his whereabouts."

"And describe him." The woman requested.

"That is a delicate matter." Baelon urged.

Criston leaned in, his head nearly brushing the woman's ear. His voice dropped to a conspiratorial murmur, too soft for Baelon to discern.

"The Prince is not here." the woman declared plainly, her tone devoid of subtlety. She did not lower her voice, nor did she attempt to veil her words.

"Has he been here? Earlier, perhaps?" Criston asked.

"Quite a bit earlier. Years ago, in fact."

"But more recently?"

"He does not frequent the Street of Silk." The woman said, surprising Baelon. He was sure that Aegon spent most of his time here. "His tastes are known to be… less discriminating."

"Meaning what–"

"Aunt, what's taking so long?" A young girl appeared beside the woman. She couldn't be more than six, her silver-gold hair falling in dishevelled waves around her face. Her eyes, a striking shade of lilac, peered up with a mix of curiosity and weariness. Her dress was marred by a conspicuous tear at the left shoulder, revealing a sizable bruise that darkened her skin.

"Alyssa!" the woman exclaimed, her voice sharp with alarm. "What did I tell you about coming out here? Get back inside!"

"But–"

"I said go in!"

"Wait!" Baelon commanded, pulling the woman's and the girl's attention toward him. After a tense pause, he continued, "Is she…Aegon's?"

"...No." The woman hesitated before answering.

"Do you take me for a fool?" Baelon hissed. "You mean to tell me that there's a girl with Targaryen features in your brothel, a place where Aegon was known to frequent, and she's not his?"

"It doesn't matter." The woman said. "Even if she's his, it changes nothing."

"It does." Baelon said with a smile. "I want the girl."

"No!" The woman protested. "I won't give her to you."

"I don't want to go with these scary men, Aunt." Alyssa cried, clinging to the woman's dress.

"I also advise against it, Your Grace." Criston added. "Bringing a bastard into the Red Keep is unwise."

"A brothel is no place for a young girl," Baelon stated firmly. "She'll have a better life in the Red Keep."

"Doing what?" The woman scoffed. "You'll just make her another one of your servants."

"Working in the Red Keep is much better than working in a brothel." Baelon asserted, though he knew this wasn't entirely true. He knew his brother liked to have his ways with the female servants, but the woman didn't need to know that.

"I'll let you visit her," Baelon said. "Just trust me. I'll even pay you, if that's what you desire."

The woman seemed to contemplate Baelon's offer for a moment before answering.

"Fine, but you need to take good care of her."

"Do not worry." Baelon smiled. "I know how to care for children."

"You're truly sending me away, Aunt?" Alyssa's voice trembled, tears welling in her eyes. "I don't want to go."

"I know, Alyssa," the woman murmured softly, her voice tinged with sorrow. "But he's right. You saw what that man wanted to do with you yesterday. You're not safe here."

"Come here, Alyssa," Baelon beckoned gently, extending his hand. The girl hesitated for a moment, then shuffled closer. Baelon turned his gaze to the woman. "Does she have any belongings?"

"No." She shook her head. "Please take good care of her."

"I will." Baelon nodded his head.

The woman turned to the girl, her expression softening.

"Goodbye, Alyssa. I'll see you again, I promise."

"I'm going to miss you, Aunt." Alyssa said, her voice trembling.

"Me too," the woman said softly, her gaze lingering on Alyssa with a hint of moisture in her eyes. She turned to Baelon and Criston, a strained smile on her lips. "I wish you luck, good Sers." With that, she closed the door firmly behind her, leaving Baelon, Criston, and a trembling Alyssa alone.

"Walk under my cloak, Alyssa," Baelon said gently. The girl looked up at him, her eyes wide and uncertain, but she obeyed nonetheless. She slipped beneath the folds of his cloak, her small form barely visible against the dark fabric as they began walking.

"I must repeat myself, Your Grace," Criston said. "This girl is likely to be more trouble than she's worth."

"I couldn't let her stay in that brothel, Ser Criston." Baelon countered. "I'll take care of her."

"Your mother will not allow this."

"I'll persuade her."

"Where are we going?" Alyssa asked from beneath the cloak.

"To find the new King!" Baelon declared with a smirk, attempting to lift Alyssa's spirits. "It's a most important task. You should be honoured that we've chosen you to join us."

"I want my aunt."

"You'll see her soon."

"It seems you were mistaken as to Aegon's habits." Criston told Baelon, completely ignoring Alyssa.

"I wasn't mistaken, Ser Criston," Baelon corrected. "I simply didn't know the precise location."

"We can't find him like this, Your Grace." Criston said.

"Don't be so certain, Ser Criston," Baelon smirked, gesturing toward Ser Arryk and Ser Erryk as they entered the Grand Sept. "They might just lead us to what we seek."

"Grand Sept is the last place I'd expect Prince Aegon to be." Criston noted.

"And that's why he's most likely there."

"Is this... Prince Aegon my father?" Alyssa's voice came from beneath the cloak once more. "Does that mean I am a Princess?"

"It's complicated," Criston finally acknowledged Alyssa, then turned his attention back to Baelon. "Should we follow them in?"

"No," Baelon replied. "We wait at the stairs. If they emerge with Aegon, we take him from them by force."

"What if they see the girl?" Criston asked as they made their way to the stairs.

"I don't think they'll hurt a child." Baelon said, then addressing Alyssa. "You can come out now."

Alyssa obeyed, stepping out from under Baelon's cloak. As they waited at the stairs, Baelon took a good look at her. The more he looked, the more she resembled Aegon.

"Alyssa," Baelon started, his tone gentle but probing. "Tell me about your mother."

"I don't know," she said softly. "My aunt says that she died when I was born."

"So your aunt raised you all by herself?" Criston inquired.

"No," Alyssa shook her head. "Aunt's friends also helped."

"Look!" Baelon suddenly exclaimed, pointing towards the door of the Sept. "They're coming out."

Aegon and Arryk emerged from the Grand Sept, with Arryk chastising Aegon as they walked. Aegon's appearance was dishevelled; his hair was in disarray and his clothes appeared damp.

Criston stepped forward, drawing his sword with a swift motion. He positioned himself in front of them, his sword pointed directly at Arryk.

"I do regret this, friend." Criston said, his sword unwavering as he held it steady toward Arryk. Arryk's face remained impassive, his only response a slow, deliberate hand moving to rest on the hilt of his own sword, his expression betraying nothing.

Aegon's eyes locked onto Baelon, his gaze shifting to the girl standing beside him. His brows furrowed in confusion as he took in Alyssa's presence. Without warning, Aegon elbowed Arryk in the chest and dashed down the stairs. Arryk, momentarily stunned, quickly drew his swords and lunged after him, only to be intercepted by Criston, their blades clashing with a harsh ring.

As the two knights engaged in combat, Baelon sprinted after Aegon, with Alyssa following them, her small form barely keeping pace as they raced down the stairs.

As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Alyssa's eyes darted around and she spotted a rock lying on the ground. With surprising precision, she picked it up and hurled it towards Aegon. The rock struck his legs, causing him to stumble and falter. Seizing the opportunity, Baelon lunged forward and tackled Aegon to the ground. The two wrestled briefly on the floor, their bodies twisting and turning in a rough scramble. Aegon, despite the situation, kept breaking into sporadic fits of laughter.

"What's so funny?" Baelon demanded, his grip tightening as he wrestled with Aegon.

"I never thought I'd find myself thrown to the ground by you," Aegon chuckled. "Though, I suppose it's only fair to note you had a bit of help from that girl. Not quite an even fight, is it?"

"I learned from you," Baelon said with a wry smile. "It's not like you ever fought clean yourself."

"That's true." Aegon admitted with a strained smile, though he continued to squirm beneath Baelon's hold. "Is our father truly dead?"

"Yes," Baelon said. "And they're going to make you King."

Aegon's smile vanished abruptly as he spat into Baelon's face, breaking free from his grasp. The slick, warm spittle dripped down Baelon's cheek, but he quickly shook off his surprise and seized Aegon from behind, restraining him with a firm grip to keep him from escaping further.

"No!" Aegon shouted, his voice a mix of desperation and anger as he struggled ineffectually against Baelon's hold. "Let me go!"

Criston finally subdued Arryk, wrenching the sword from his grasp and pressing the point of his blade against Arryk's throat. Despite the confrontation, Erryk still remained conspicuously absent.

"It's all your fault!" Aegon shouted at Alyssa, who stood behind a fountain, her small figure barely visible. "You insolent child! You have no business meddling in affairs that do not concern you!"

"Be kind to your daughter, Brother." Baelon admonished, causing Aegon to abruptly cease his struggle and turn his gaze fully upon Alyssa.

"My…daughter?" Aegon's voice softened, his previous anger melting away as Criston gently guided Alyssa towards him by the back of her dress. "She's truly mine?"

"Prince Baelon does not jest, Your Grace," Criston said firmly. "We have many reasons to believe she is indeed your daughter."

Baelon gradually eased his grip on Aegon, allowing him to lower himself to Alyssa's height. Aegon extended his hands toward her. Alyssa, pushed gently forward by Criston, hesitated for a moment before moving closer to him.

"What is your name?" Aegon asked.

"Alyssa."

"Alyssa," Aegon repeated, rolling the name on his tongue. "A beautiful name for a beautiful girl like you."

"Weren't you just yelling at her?" Baelon asked with a smirk.

"Where did you find her?" Aegon asked, ignoring Baelon's comment.

"At a brothel you used to frequent," Baelon replied. "I couldn't let her stay there."

"I… see," Aegon said, rising from his crouch and taking Alyssa's hand, though she fidgeted slightly. "She's coming with me."

"No arguments from us, right, Ser Criston?" Baelon said, glancing at Criston, who was scanning the area for Arryk and Erryk.

"Yes," Criston nodded, gripping Aegon's other hand firmly to prevent any further attempts at escape. "The Queen awaits."

"Let's not keep her waiting then."

"You brought Aegon's bastard here?!" Aemond roared, hurling his empty cup against the wall with a crash.

By nightfall, their arrival at the Keep had stirred unrest. The presence of Alyssa was met with discontent, particularly from Aemond and Alicent. However, after an hour's reflection, Alicent changed her mind. She took Alyssa to the Maesters, intent on ensuring the girl's health and well-being before any further decisions were made.

"Don't call my daughter a bastard!" Aegon hissed. He grabbed Aemond's discarded cup from the floor, his eyes blazing as he prepared to hurl it at his brother. But before he could act, Baelon's hand shot out, gripping Aegon's arm firmly.

"She's a bastard!" Aemond scoffed. "Her mother was a cheap whore and her father is a good-for-nothing cunt!"

"You—" Aegon roared, breaking free from Baelon's grasp and lunging at Aemond. He slammed Aemond against the room's table, sending a cup clattering to the floor. Aemond swiftly grabbed the spare cup from the table and swung it at Aegon's head, the impact echoing through the chamber.

Helaena rushed forward, pulling Aegon away from Aemond. At the same time, Baelon intervened on Aemond's side, pulling him back with a firm grip, though the effort did little to quell the venomous exchanges.

"You think you can just waltz in here with your bastard and everything will be fine?" Aemond glared at Aegon.

"She is my daughter, and she will be treated as such." Aegon spat. "You will not disgrace her or me with your vile words."

"You disgrace yourself!"

"Aemond, enough!" Helaena demanded. "I'm sick of your shouting today."

"Fine." Aemond's struggle ceased as Helaena's words took hold. He stopped writhing in Baelon's grasp. "But I pray he won't legitimise her when he's crowned."

"Legitimising her would be a mistake," Baelon agreed, nodding at Aemond's statement. "Better if her existence remains our secret."

"Then what should we do?" Aegon asked, his voice quieter now, as the anger began to fade.

"She needs to work here." Baelon answered. "Preferably in the kitchen. It's the safest place for her, and she'll be out of sight."

"Work?" Aegon echoed in disbelief. "She's just a child! She could burn herself or worse."

"What else do you suggest we do, brother?" Aemond scoffed. "Let everyone in the castle know you've sired a bastard?"

"Let them think what they want to think." Aegon hissed. "I won't have her working like a commoner."

"You're unbelievable," Aemond spat, shoving Baelon aside. He turned to address him with a sneer before storming out. "It would've been better if you'd left the girl in the brothel."

"How dare–"

"Stop, Aegon." Helaena urged. "We're all tired."

"Fine," Aegon conceded begrudgingly. "But I'll make sure he pays for this one day."

"Don't provoke him." Helaena pleaded. "Please."

"I won't make any promises."

The Dragonpit buzzed with a dense crowd, as expected for the coronation of the new king. The tiers were packed with spectators, even the upper levels were teeming. At the forefront, on the platform, stood the Baelon's family—save for Aegon, Aerion, Daeron, and the newly arrived Alyssa—who were absent from the grand occasion.

Baelon stood beside Aemond and Helaena, flanked by Criston. Otto and Alicent were stationed beside Septon Eustace, who was prepared for the ceremonial rites. Baelon's gaze wandered, searching for the presence of Rhaenys and her nephews. He recalled that Baela had departed with Rhaenyra and her kin, leaving Rhaenys behind in King's Landing with Daeron and Daemion. Rumour had it they were confined to their chambers, but the certainty of their whereabouts remained elusive.

"People of King's Landing," Otto's voice rang out, commanding attention as the crowd settled. "Today is the saddest of the days. Our beloved king, Viserys the Peaceful, is dead."

The crowd's reaction was immediate—whispers and murmurs spread like was no visible sorrow among them, no trace of grief.

"But it is also the most joyous of days," Otto continued. "For as his spirit left us, he whispered his final wish, that his first born son, Aegon, should succeed him."

The crowd's murmurs swelled once more, but this time with a more subdued energy. A noticeable shift occurred as many faces, previously masked in neutrality, now displayed a flicker of satisfaction. The clapping began tentatively at first, then grew into a unified applause.

The guards began to advance through the Dragonpit, their disciplined march parting the crowd with both authority and deference. Most of the people instinctively stepped aside, though the guards made their presence felt with purposeful pushes. The procession halted as one of the guards called out, "Halt!" The others responded with synchronised precision, turning to face each other. Each guard raised his sword high, aligning it with the sword of the guard in front of him.

Aegon appeared behind them, walking in the way they paved for him. The guards brought their weapons back to their original positions as he passed. Otto began speaking again as Aegon continued his measured progress, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, as the murmurs and clapping swelled around him.

"It is your great good fortune and privilege to be here to witness this, a new day for our city, a new day for our realm."

The guards sheathed their swords as Aegon reached the platform's stairs.

"A new king," Aegon climbed the stairs. "To lead us."

Otto stepped back as Aegon reached the platform, giving way for Alicent to kiss her son's forehead. The guards behind Aegon cleared the area, letting the crowd return to their places. Aegon knelt before Septon Eustace, who dipped his hands into a bowl of holy oil held by another septon. He then anointed Aegon's forehead with the holy oil

"May the Warrior give him courage."

Baelon struggled to believe this moment was truly happening. As a boy, he had always pictured Rhaenyra wearing the crown after their father's death. Aegon had crossed his mind now and then, but never as a serious contender, never as someone who could truly serve the realm. Aegon had never seemed like a king. But seeing how he had behaved with Alyssa, Baelon began to wonder if he had misjudged his brother.

"May the Smith lend strength to his sword and shield."

Would he be like Jaehaerys? Or like Maegor? The thought of Aegon following in Maegor's footsteps unsettled Baelon. Surely he wouldn't, right? "Aegon the Cruel" had a certain ring to it, but so did "Aegon the Just."

"May the Father defend him in his need."

"Aegon the Just" seemed too dull for Aegon. He needed something more grand, like "Aegon the Magnanimous", perhaps?

"May the Crone lift her shining lamp and light his way to wisdom."

"The crown of the Conqueror, passed down through generations." The crowd watched in anticipation as Septon Eustace placed Aegon the Conqueror's crown upon Aegon's head. The crown, a Valyrian steel circlet adorned with large square-cut rubies, was remarkably pristine despite having graced the heads of three kings—Aegon, Aenys, and Maegor. It was a wonder that even Maegor had left it unscathed.

"Let the Seven bear witness," He continued. "Aegon Targaryen is the true heir to the Iron Throne."

He then offered his hand to Aegon, helping him rise. Aegon scanned the faces of those on the platform. Criston bowed his head deeply when their eyes met, Alicent did the same. Baelon gave a slight nod, with Helaena following suit. Aemond, however, neither bowed nor nodded; he merely stared at Aegon, who returned the gaze with a scowl.

"All hail His Grace," Septon Eustace continued after a pause. "Second of his Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm."

"Aegon the King!" Criston proclaimed as the bells began to toll. The crowd erupted in applause as Aegon turned to face them, a look of awe on his face, though Baelon couldn't tell properly. the people beamed with joy, some even chanting Aegon's name. Drawing Blackfyre from its hilt, Aegon brandished the legendary sword before the crowd. Their cheers grew even louder at the sight of the fabled blade. Emboldened by their support, Aegon raised his sword high, the crowd mimicking his gesture, pumping their fists into the air. He then spread his arms wide, as if to embrace the throng before him.

Suddenly, a dragon burst through the floor of the Dragonpit, sending the crowd into a frenzy. Panicked screams filled the air as people ran for the doors, only to find the guards hastily closing them, barring their escape. Some managed to slip through, others were trampled in the chaos, while many fell victim to the dragon's thrashing tail or the gaping hole it had created. Thick smoke billowed around the dragon, obscuring its rider and its identity. But as the dragon roared, the smoke began to clear, revealing its menacing form and the figure upon its back.

The dragon's scarlet scales and pink membranes on her wings made her identity unmistakable. Her crest, horns, and claws, gleaming like polished copper, left no room for doubt. This was Meleys, once ridden by Alyssa Targaryen, Baelon's grandmother, and now commanded by Rhaenys Targaryen. Rhaenys perched atop Meleys, her black hair streaming in the wind, with her nephews Daeron and Daemion clutching tightly to her as they sat behind her.

"Open the doors!" Otto shouted urgently, his voice barely cutting through the chaos. The guards, initially deaf to his command, finally reacted after his second roar.

"Look after Helaena." Alicent ordered Baelon, her voice steady despite the tension, before placing herself between Aegon and the advancing Meleys. She gripped Aegon's hand tightly, as if fearing he might vanish should she let go. The dragon drew closer, its massive maw opening wide. Alicent braced herself for the expected flame. Instead, a deafening roar filled the air, its force ruffling their hair. Alicent's eyes flew open to find Rhaenys watching with a smirk. Without a word, Rhaenys guided Meleys to the half-open door, leaving the room in stunned silence.

Despite the chaos of the past five minutes, Baelon's primary frustration was that he had let Daeron slip through his grasp. Still, he reassured himself that it was not the end. He would encounter the boy again soon enough, and when he did, he'd make sure to teach him a lesson.

He just hoped it wouldn't be long before their paths crossed again.

Note:

This chapter came out faster than I expected but oh well.

I watched descendant the rise of red with my cousin few days ago which gave me an idea for my AKOTSK OC (yes I'm going to write for that too and then finally for AGOT). I know it sounds silly to get an idea from a children movie but sometimes the greatest ideas are hidden in children movies. I enjoyed the movie even though it had many plot holes and it was kinda short but it was okay for a children movie. I also watched Deadpool and Wolverine which was better than I'd expected. My country is also the host of the Olympic games so I went to the opening ceremony. It was an enjoyable experience.

I tried to make the scene between Alyssa and the brothel woman more emotional but I suck at emotional scenes. I'll probably edit it later on when my arm fully heals. I know it's kind of OOC for Aegon to care so much for Alyssa but I wanted to show that he is not a weirdo all the times and can be multi-faceted.

I know that in the show it was Criston who crowned Aegon but it really didn't make sense for me so I changed it to Septon Eustace. I also know that Rhaenys has white hair in the show but in the book she has the black Baratehon hair and I think her having black hair makes more sense then her having white hair so I changed it.

And at last, I want to thank everyone for commenting and supporting this fic. I really appreciate it and I hope you enjoy this chapter!