CHAPTER 1; The third son

Being dead was not as bad as he had expected, in fact, it could be said to be a blessing, after stomach cancer had taken his life. To be fair, Jason Frey was quite furious, which is normal for someone who had just earned his doctorate in medical engineering, and was about to join his father's multinational, when in just a couple of months he was diagnosed with cancer. of stomach in the third stage, which subjected him and his family to a nightmare of pain and marital reproaches, which had ended with him dying last night, reduced to skin and bones in front of his poor parents.

Despite everything, now a pleasant sensation ran through his entire body, perhaps it was earthly liberation, but he felt that he could sink into eternal sleep. He soon began to feel warm, and he hugged himself involuntarily. He had never felt so comfortable, and in his mind the best thing was to let it all go.

When he suddenly heard some screams, and a small light appeared. Then he frowned at the rest of him being disturbed.

"Damn noise"

King's Landing. First moon of 63 AD

"Just a little more his highness," Grand Maester Elysar said.

"Ahhhh!" exclaimed Queen Alyssane as she expelled her seventh son.

The little one was soon cleaned and covered in blankets by the septa, who handed the newborn to the queen, who held him in her arms with a tired smile. Shortly afterwards, a thirty-year-old man appeared, of dignified appearance, with a beard and long, silver hair, but well cared for, dressed richly and accompanied by a couple of male children, the eldest was about seven years old and the youngest, who was Holding hands with his other brother, he must have been around four years old.

"We have another son," the queen said with a tired smile.

King Jaehaerys laughed.

"A third son," the king smiled with joy, while he gave his wife a kiss. "I don't know what he has done to deserve this blessing."

Jason then became aware that he was in another world, and was silent in surprise. The fact that he did not cry worried those present, especially the queen, who feared another tragedy like that of poor Aegon. But Jason stared at her, only blinking a few times, and then he turned her little head to look around her, and her shock only increased. From the impression he didn't say anything, he wanted to scream but he couldn't.

Where the hell will I be?

And he screamed at the top of his lungs. Those screams made Aemon and Baelon put their hands to their ears, wailing. But the kings and the grand master sighed with relief.

"I was already beginning to fear the worst," said the queen.

"Do not attract misfortune," the queen reprimanded, bitterly remembering the death of her little Daenerys.

"What name will you give the prince?" the grand master inquired.

"He will be called Vaegon," declared the king.

Jason's eyes widened when he heard that name.

"One moment. Medieval, strange names, silver hair and lilac eyes. This can't be, he thought.

Anyway, Jason didn't have time to respond, he couldn't either. In his place he preferred to calm down while the queen cradled him in her arms. Then without realizing it he fell asleep peacefully.

When he finally opened his eyes, it was already night and apparently a nurse was coming to feed him. Jason couldn't believe that, and he found it humiliating, even more so when they changed his diapers afterwards, but in any case he endured helplessly. And now alone he thought carefully and without any joy.

"My God," he said to himself, "this can't be happening."

But for some reason he had ended up in the world of Game of Thrones, specifically under the reign of Jaehaerys the Conciliator. Jason had read a little Fire and Blood, but that didn't reassure him in the least. No wonder, he was in a world where death could come very easily, even the weather could kill you. As if that weren't enough, there was the threat of the white walkers, although he hopefully wouldn't have to run into them, however, that didn't take away from the fact that he would have to deal with a dance of dragons on the horizon. The very thought of a civil war made him tremble with worry.

"I don't know what to do," Jason lamented. Although now he was Vaegon Targaryen.

For the next few days he was lost in thought, with the same routine. He really couldn't understand all that. Maybe he had been reincarnated. He didn't believe in those things, at least until the moment he heard the flapping of wings in the distance. He carefully stood up, and rested his arms on the railings. It was only for a moment, but the sight of Vermithor had amazed him. Then the queen entered the room, and she smiled as she saw the little boy looking at the dragon.

"Come here my little dragon," he said as he carried him in his arms. "Someday you will ride a dragon too," he said as he gave him a kiss on the forehead.

"Maybe all this isn't so bad," he said to himself. Jason loved his parents, well, his father when he was around, and his mother when he wasn't on antidepressants, but he still loved them and knowing that he wouldn't see them again hurt him. And he shed a few tears, while Queen Alysanne cradled him and spoke sweet words to him. Maybe that wasn't so bad, for better or worse he had been reborn, and although he would always remain Jason, now he was Vaegon Targaryen. And he would change things. Yeah. Vaegon would save the seven kingdoms from the madness and stupidity of the Targaryens. But for the moment he would dedicate himself to dozing, and above all to thinking, since he had a very long road ahead of him.

"Maybe it's a test to go to heaven" was a possibility. That life would not be easy for him.

Grades.

First of all, thank you very much for reading this chapter. And I want to clarify that I have not left aside the story of The Great Lord Frey. However, I am very interested in the possibilities for one of the most underrated, yet most sensible Targaryens of the entire dynasty. In this story we will take a tour of the adventures of our enlightened Vaegon.

And once again thank you for your support.