Red Keep ― Maegor's Holdfast…
"Why?! Aeonar, how could you do this?!" Alicent cried out, her heart heavy with both sorrow and an insatiable thirst for answers. Her voice was filled with a mix of emotions swirling within her. Alicent's heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she stood before her husband. Upon learning about Aeonar's actions during the Battle of the Gullet, which had endangered their son Aegon's life, the queen confronted him. "How could you risk our son's life like that?! Did you not consider the consequences of your actions? Did you not think about the pain it would cause me, the mother of your children?" She longed for reassurance, for some semblance of understanding that would restore her shattered faith in the man she had once loved since they were children.
But instead, as Alicent looked into Aeonar's eyes, she saw no remorse, no regret. Instead, she saw a coldness that chilled her to the bone.
"He's still alive, is he not?" Aeonar said coldly.
Alicent stood there, stunned and unable to catch her breath, as Aeonar's words hit her like a ton of bricks. The weight of his words crushed her spirit, leaving her gasping for air as she struggled to come to terms with the truth. Throughout their lives, Alicent had always believed in Aeonar's unwavering devotion to their family and his commitment to their well-being. She felt she had been living in a perfect dream, a world where everything was excellent, and her family was a tight-knit, solid group. He had always been the rock she could lean on, the one person she could trust implicitly.
But now, that illusion had been shattered, and Alicent was left with the harsh reality that her husband was no longer the man he once was. Seeing Aeonar show no remorse for his actions, she felt a profound sense of emotional abandonment. How could he have jeopardized their son's life so callously? How could he have placed his desire for vengeance above the safety of their family? The realization hit the queen like a dagger to the heart, leaving her feeling vulnerable and alone. The foundation of trust they had painstakingly built over the years had crumbled, leaving behind a void that seemed impossible to fill. Alicent couldn't help but wonder if their relationship could ever be repaired and if forgiveness could ever find its way into her wounded heart.
"I can't believe what I'm hearing… You've changed…"
"No, Alicent. I feel liberated! Don't you understand? It's never been about what I want; it's ABOUT WHAT'S FAIR! The malcontents have torn the realm apart for their own selfish greed, poisoned the House of the Dragon from the inside, they fucking MURDERED. OUR. SON!" Aeonar's face darkened. "You thought we could be decent people in an indecent time! But you were wrong. You were all wrong. Our world is a dark, cruel place, and the only morality that exists in a cruel world… is fate. Unbiased, unprejudiced. And every action I take is for the greater good, no matter how ruthless or unforgiving. I'm done with all this passivity and weakness. If it's fire and blood they want, then by the Old Gods and the New, it's fire and blood they'll get! Beatrice and all sycophants who side with her will get MORE BLOOD THAN THEY EVER BARGAINED FOR!"
A loud crack resonated throughout the room, causing Aeonar's head to turn to the right abruptly. It dawned on him that the sound had originated from an open hand striking against his face. As he glanced back, Aeonar immediately identified Alicent as the one who stood before him with a hand raised high in the air. In a split second, her hand came crashing down on his cheek, leaving a stinging sensation in its wake.
Aeonar stood there, his face stinging from the force of the slap, but his mind detached from the physical sensation. Instead, he raised an eyebrow, his expression remaining stoic and unreadable. He watched as Alicent's tears streamed down her face, her hand trembling from the impact she had just delivered. It was as if time had slowed down, and he could see every detail of her anguish. Aeonar had expected to react in anger, perhaps even feel a surge of rage boil to the surface, but instead, he felt nothing. The absence of emotion left him feeling strangely detached from the situation as if he were an observer rather than a participant. "You get that one for free. But that's the last one," he warned.
Alicent's emotions surged within her, a maelstrom of confusion and heartbreak. "I don't know you anymore,~" her voice broke, barely audible amidst the tension in the room. "You're… *sniffle!* you're not the man I married anymore." It was a stark reminder that even those closest to us can let us down and that the world is not always safe. As Alicent struggled to come to terms with the painful truth, she knew that she would never be able to look at her husband in the same way again. "I want my husband back. *Sniffle!* I want the Aeonar Targaryen I knew growing up back. I want the Aeonar I fell in love with back… *Sniffle!* The man standing before me… *sniffle!* Y-You're not him…"
And as Alicent turned away, a heavy sorrow weighed down her heart, causing her entire world to crumble. Returning to her personal solar, Alicent's mind wandered back to happier times as the tears finally streamed down her face. She remembered the joyous day when she had first met her beloved husband, the handsome and charismatic Prince Aeonar. Their courtship had been filled with laughter and joy, their love blossoming like a rare and beautiful flower in a world filled with uncertainty. They had been the envy of the realm, a couple destined for greatness.
But now, that love seemed like a distant memory, overshadowed by tragedy and despair.
Her youngest child, Prince Daeron, was dead; taken from her far too soon. The pain of that loss was unbearable, a wound that would never fully heal, a constant ache in her heart. And to make matters worse, her childhood sweetheart, Aeonar, had succumbed to the Targaryen madness that plagued House Targaryen for generations. Alicent could do nothing but watch helplessly as the man she had loved since she was a girl and pledged her life to was now a mere shell of his former self as he slipped further and further into madness. She had always dreamed of providing her children with a stable and loving home, but now that dream seemed shattered. The weight of her responsibilities as queen consort felt suffocating, and she longed for a respite from the pain that consumed her, a moment of peace in the chaos of her crumbling world.
It was a cruel twist of fate, one that threatened to tear her family apart.
Retreating to her personal solar, Alicent closed the door behind her, shutting out the world and allowing herself a moment of solitude. Surrounded by the trinkets and memories of a happier time, the mirror reflected a face etched with sorrow and weariness, starkly contrasting the vibrant and hopeful young woman she had once been. As she removed her jewelry, piece by piece, she couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness. These once precious adornments now felt like chains, reminders of a life that was slipping through her fingers. But when it came time to remove her wedding ring, Alicent hesitated. This simple band of gold held so much history and so many fond memories. It symbolized the love she had once shared with Aeonar, a love that tragedy had tarnished. And it was also a connection to her late mother-in-law, Queen Aemma Arryn, a woman who had shown Alicent kindness and guidance when she needed it most. The ring held so much meaning. To remove the ring would be to sever the last remaining tie to the woman who had been like a mother to her.
It was a bittersweet moment, a reminder of the love and loss that had shaped Alicent's life. Tears welled in her eyes. She couldn't bear to part with the ring. With a heavy heart, the queen gently slid the wedding ring back onto her finger, feeling its weight as if it mirrored the weight of her grief. Despite the pain and turmoil of her current situation, Alicent knew that she still loved Aeonar, even if he was no longer the man she had married. And she would always cherish the memories of their time together, the moments of joy and laughter that had once filled their lives. As the weight of her emotions became too much to bear, Alicent collapsed to her knees, her body trembling with the force of her sobs. Pressing her hand against her mouth, she tried desperately to stifle the sound, to contain the pain that threatened to consume her. But the sobs escaped her throat, echoing through the empty room, a testament to the depth of her grief.
––––––––––––––––––––––––––
As the sun set, the sky over the Red Keep turned a deep shade of blue, finally giving way to the darkness of the night. Inside the castle, the majority of the inhabitants had already retired to their quarters, their day's work done. But beyond the towering walls of King's Landing, the Dance of the Dragons raged on relentlessly, with both soldiers of the Blacks and the Caltrops continuing to wage war against each other over the right to rule. However, for some, there was no such time to sleep. Those who stood guard tended to the wounded and worked tirelessly to keep the castle running, knowing their duty would not end with the sun's setting. They would continue to toil through the night.
Jaehaerys despised the act of skulking, avoiding the watchful eyes of House Targaryen's household guards and knights of the Kingsguard. He believed in transparency and open communication, always striving to lead by example and maintain a sense of honor. However, his father's ruthless actions and the growing unrest within the realm forced him into a position where he had no alternative but to take matters into his own hands.
You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain…
Realizing that he could no longer rely solely on the existing power structure, Jaehaerys gathered his most trusted allies and family members around a large, ancient table with a map containing a detailed depiction of the Seven Kingdoms. With the realm's fate hanging in the balance, he convened a clandestine gathering in the innermost recesses of the Red Keep. Carefully selecting a hidden chamber, Jaehaerys ensured that they remained hidden from prying eyes and any potential doubts. The room was dimly lit, with only a few flickering candles casting eerie shadows on the stone walls. The air was heavy with anticipation and a sense of urgency as each gathering member understood the gravity of the situation.
"Brother? What's going on?" Aegon rubbed his eyes.
"Did something happen?" Viserys inquired.
Aemma stood beside her eldest brother. Jay's never been the one to hide something from our family. But it must be something serious if he's called us all down here. "Is this related to… you know?" she asked.
"Hmm. I suppose you all deserve to know why I asked you to meet me here," Jaehaerys addressed them, his voice filled with determination and resolve. His eyes scanned across the table, trading glances with Jacaerys, Aegon, Viserys, Aemma, Rhaenyra, Corlys, Baela, Nettles, Alyn of Hull, and even two members of the small council: Ser William Royce and Farrier. "What I am proposing is likely to have us treading in very dangerous waters. Maybe treasonous. If any of you wish to opt-out, now is the time."
Aegon shook his head. "Shit, you're our brother. Family doesn't give up on each other," he refused. "Whatever it is you're up to, I'm in."
"I'm with you, too," Viserys echoed.
"And me," Aemma reiterated.
"You can count on my support as well, cousin," Jacaerys said.
"Hey, tough guy," Baela elbowed him, "what kind of wife would I be if I didn't stand by my man? Of course, I'm with you until death do us part."
"I… well, I… I can…" Nettles seemed shaken; the Battle of the Gullet was still fresh in her mind. "Whatever ye lots feel like."
"Same here, my prince. I owe it to my brother Addam at least," Alyn reiterated his support.
Rhaenyra sighed, feeling a strong aversion towards defying her elder brother again. The bond they had shared as siblings had once been restored, but now it seemed that Aeonar's descent into madness was tearing them apart again. His behavior had been growing more ruthless and paranoid with each passing day, and Rhaenyra couldn't ignore the signs of his deteriorating mental state. She couldn't simply stand idly by and witness their father's legacy being tarnished in such a manner.
Sharing a meaningful glance with Corlys, who silently conveyed his agreement, Rhaenyra knew they had to act. Redirecting their attention towards her nephew Jaehaerys, Rhaenyra saw a glimmer of hope. Despite his young age, Jaehaerys possessed a wisdom and maturity beyond his years. He had always been a compassionate and honorable prince, and Rhaenyra believed that he could be the one to unite the realm and bring an end to the civil war. "You have our support as well, nephew," she stated.
"Whatever actions… the crown takes, Driftmark stands with you," Corlys reiterated House Velaryon's support to the Silver Dragon. Being married to his granddaughter, the Sea Snake remained committed to the cause. "You may be young, but you perhaps possess the qualities of a true leader." Do you see this, Aeonar? This is how a leader should be. You've yet to see that your own son had surpassed you long ago.
That doesn't make it easy, Lord Corlys. Whatever atrocities he's committed, he's still my father. "All right, then." Jaehaerys gazed intently at the map, meticulously analyzing the geographical landmarks, topography, strongholds, and army pieces dispersed across its surface. The map vividly portrayed the intricate dance of troops as they maneuvered across the battlefield, revealing the ever-shifting dynamics of war. "Since the Dance began, we've been playing defense. Despite successfully repelling the Caltrops' repeated incursions, we've sustained our share of losses. But no more. It's time we take the fight to them."
Aegon balled his fists together; his knuckles popping echoed through the room. "Finally, we're getting a chance to kick them in the balls for a change!" he said eagerly. The Blacks were now in a position to retaliate against the Caltrops for the countless attacks they suffered and put an end to this meaningless strife brought on by Dowager Queen Beatrice and the Caltrops, who had now apparently rebelled merely out of habit.
"Settle down, Aegon, before you get worked up again," Viserys advised.
"If we're to suppress this rebellion and restore the peace, we will need a well-devised strategy," Corlys spoke firmly before turning his head to Jaehaerys. "What do you propose?"
"Divide and conquer," Jaehaerys replied, moving army pieces across the map. "Farrier?"
"We've received word from our scouts that the knights of the Vale have made contact with our allies in Houses Connington, Fell, and Buckler," Farrier reported. "However, the resistance in the Stormlands is much stronger than anticipated. Our troops can't establish a foothold along the kingsroad south of our position."
"The knights of the Vale are among the best military forces in the realm," William acknowledged. "But without reinforcements, our cavalry will be in deep trouble."
"Then we'll need to break through their defenses," Jacaerys studied the map.
"But to do that, we'll also need to disrupt their supply lines," Viserys mentioned.
"There is something else, my princes," Farrier spoke up. "I've just received word that a small contingent of 2,000 Northmen are on their way to assist the Vale forces. They're being led by a man called Lord Roderick Dustin."
"The Winter Wolves," Jacaerys mentioned. "I've heard of them and seen them in Winterfell's fields sparring. Their armor mainly consisted of old mail and ragged skins, and they rode shaggy horses. But because of the North's custom, whenever winter approaches in times of war, they send older men to leave their homes to preserve supplies for their younger countrymen. I believe these Winter Wolves don't expect to return home and plan to die fighting on the battlefield. Lord Roderick might be old, but he's very savage. A single Northman is equivalent to that of five southern knights."
"If the Northmen are as skilled warriors as you say, Jace, then we'll take every help we can get," Viserys said. "What else do we have, Jay?"
Jaehaerys glanced at them. "Aegon, I'm sending you deep into enemy territory. Rendezvous with Lord Gerold Royce and the Winter Wolves in the Stormlands and lend them your aid to the best of your abilities. Viserys, you and Nettles take Maelyx and Sheepstealer and provide support from above. Be wary of enemy traps. And don't underestimate the Baratheon host. They're more formidable as opponents than you realize," he conveyed with clear instructions.
"You got it, brother," Aegon said, eager to return to the frontlines.
"We got his back, Jay," Viserys acknowledged.
"If… If ye think 'tis best," Nettles said unsure.
"Lord Corlys, while your fleet recovers, I need you to send a raven to the Arbor. Inform Lord Redwyne that he's to sail his fleet north through the Sunset Sea and strike here at Lannisport."
As Corlys continued studying the map, his eyes traced the intricate lines and symbols representing the various territories and obstacles they would face. He knew that Prince Jaehaerys' proposed strategy was not one to be taken lightly. It required careful planning, precise execution, and a deep understanding of the enemy's strengths and weaknesses. As a seasoned combat veteran, the Sea Snake was keen to comprehend the intricacies of military strategies meticulously. He understood the importance of every move, every decision, and every risk involved in this ambitious endeavor.
The plan, as laid out before him, involved launching a daring naval attack on the western front, which was a bold move, one that targeted vital trade routes that flowed into the Westerlands. Corlys knew that disrupting the flow of goods and cutting off armament shipments to the Caltrops would significantly weaken their forces. It would also create chaos and confusion among their ranks, giving the Blacks an advantage in the upcoming battles.
Simultaneously, the ground force's invasion of House Lefford's stronghold at the Golden Tooth was a crucial part of the plan. Capturing this strategic location would not only provide the Blacks with a strong foothold in the region but also grant them access to the eastern mountain pass. This pass would serve as a pathway to invade Casterly Rock, the seat of House Lannister's power and the regional capital of the Westerlands. It was a bold move that carried its own risks and challenges. House Lannister's natural defenses encompassed the sea, mountains, and forest, making it difficult for any invading force to penetrate their territory. However, Corlys knew that they could overcome these obstacles with careful planning and the element of surprise.
Corlys knew that no victorious battle had ever been fought without the possibility of casualties. He understood the risks involved, but he also recognized the potential rewards. As a seasoned veteran, Corlys relied on his extensive combat experience to fill in any gaps in the plan. He knew success would require a well-coordinated attack, adaptability, and quick thinking on the battlefield. He silently acknowledged his grandson-in-law's strategy, confident in their ability to overcome the challenges that lay ahead. With a determined expression on his face, Lord Corlys made a silent promise to do everything in his power to ensure the success of this audacious plan. The fate of the Seven Kingdoms and their cause rested on their ability to execute this strategy flawlessly. The Sea Snake would be at the forefront, guiding them toward victory with his unwavering resolve and commitment to their cause.
"Aemma," Jaehaerys turned to his sister, "you come with me to the Reach. Our allies are embroiled in a fierce conflict with their neighboring houses."
Aemma nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "But why is House Tyrell refusing to act?" she asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.
Jaehaerys sighed, his frustration evident. "They fear the consequences of taking action," he explained. "They believe that by remaining neutral, they can avoid the wrath of our enemies. But in doing so, they are abandoning their own people, leaving them defenseless." He moved another army piece on the map, positioning it near Oldtown. "Our mother still has family in Oldtown, and one of Farrier's spies has just received word that a large host is planning to attack the city. However, with the influx of refugees outside the walls, they will be slaughtered if the guards close the gates."
"How awful! Oh, those poor innocent people…" Aemma's eyes widened in alarm, her heart heavy with the weight of the decision they were about to make. She knew the risks involved but also knew that they couldn't sit idly by while people suffered, her determination matching her brother's. "We cannot let innocent lives be lost because of political games and cowardice. We must ensure the safety of both our relatives and the refugees."
"Agreed. Sending a raven now would take too much time. Vermithor and Silverwing can make it to Oldtown much faster and send a message to our cousin, Lord Ormund, to keep the gates open long enough for the refugees to get inside while we hold off the Caltrop forces. We will show them that inaction is not an option. We will fight for our allies, our people, and for honor. Once the Reach is stable, Aemma, I'll need you to meet up with Sabitha Frey and Alysanne Blackwood for the campaign to Casterly Rock."
"I'll do what I can to help, brother. I promise."
"What happens if Vhagar shows up?" Alyn asked.
"We soil our drawers, that's what," Nettles replied bluntly.
As glances were exchanged among those seated around the table, it was evident that tension filled the air. The Blacks had maintained an advantageous position in the ongoing Targaryen civil war, cunningly maneuvering their way through the political landscape, gaining power and influence with every move. Their forces were strong, their alliances secure, and their dragons formidable. However, the Caltrops held a trump card that could potentially turn the tide of the conflict in their favor. That trump card was Vhagar, the largest dragon in the Seven Kingdoms and a battle-hardened veteran. Vhagar had been ridden by Aegon the Conqueror's sister-wife, Queen Visenya Targaryen herself, and had seen countless battles and conquests. With Aemond at the helm, the Queen of all Dragons still posed a significant threat to the Blacks.
The mere mention of Vhagar's name sent shivers down the spines of those gathered around the table. The Blacks knew that if she were to take flight once more, the situation could swiftly deteriorate within moments. Aemond was a skilled dragonrider known for his daring and ruthless tactics. With Vhagar's immense size and power, she could wreak havoc on the battlefield. The tension in the room was palpable as each side weighed their options. The Blacks knew they had to devise a plan to neutralize Vhagar or risk losing everything they had fought for. They knew that individually, their dragons, while formidable, were no match for Vhagar's sheer size and experience. They needed a strategy to exploit the Caltrops' weaknesses and minimize the damage Vhagar could inflict.
"If that happens, leave Vhagar to me and Aemma. I want no heroics from either of you," Jaehaerys said firmly. As he spoke those words, he couldn't help but recall the Battle of Rook's Rest, a fierce clash between dragons that had left a lasting impression on him. By coordinating their attack patterns, Vermithor and Silverwing had managed to hold their own against the mighty Vhagar, even inflicting significant damage upon the formidable ancient dragon. It was a testament to the power of strategy and teamwork.
However, Jaehaerys knew caution was still necessary when facing Vhagar and Aemond, for they were not likely to fall for the same trick twice. The Silver Dragon understood that he and his comrades would need to think on their feet and improvise, adapting their tactics to the ever-changing circumstances of battle. They couldn't rely solely on past successes; they had to be prepared for the unexpected.
In the face of such a formidable opponent, Jaehaerys knew every decision would be crucial. He would need to analyze the battlefield, assess the strengths and weaknesses of his adversaries, and exploit any openings that presented themselves. It would require quick thinking, strategic maneuvering, and a deep understanding of dragon combat. The Silver Dragon's mind raced with possibilities, considering various scenarios and potential strategies. He knew that he and Aemma would need to work together seamlessly, their bond with their dragons allowing them to communicate and coordinate their movements effortlessly. They would need to anticipate each other's actions, almost as if they were extensions of one another.
"What about the rest of us?" Jacaerys inquired.
"Yeah, what's our assignment?" Baela echoed with a brow raised.
"We'll stay back and hold King's Landing should the fighting ever make its way here," Rhaenyra advised. "We still have Vaelor, Syrax, and Moondancer. Their presence alone should give the Caltrops a moment of pause."
Baela was frustrated that she couldn't be on the front lines of the war, but she knew that her role was still necessary. She had been tasked with coordinating the dragons and their riders, ensuring they were always ready to defend King's Landing. Baela knew Moondancer was fast and agile in the air; her keen eyesight could detect any suspicious activity from miles away, giving them ample time to prepare. Her presence alone was a deterrent to any potential enemy, as they knew they would be swiftly dealt with if they dared invade King's Landing. With the addition of Syrax and Vaelor, Baela was confident they could deter potential invaders. The dragons were a formidable force, and their combined presence would make it clear that King's Landing was not to be trifled with. Baela knew that if anyone dared to invade, they would be met with swift and devastating defeat within a day. The mere thought of facing these formidable dragons and their riders was enough to make any enemy think twice.
Unfortunately, Jacaerys was unable to join them on the front lines. Without Vermax, he had no choice but to remain behind with his mother and legal grandfather. Baela knew he was disappointed, but she also knew he would do everything he could to support the war effort from afar. Although Jace longed to be on the front lines with his cousins, he understood the importance of protecting his family and the responsibilities that came with it. He knew that he would have his chance to prove himself someday.
As a sailor, Alyn of Hull's duty lay supervising the Velaryon fleet's repairs. The fleet had suffered significant damage during previous battles, and it was crucial to get them back in fighting shape. Alyn worked tirelessly, overseeing the repairs and ensuring the ships were ready to be redeployed. His expertise in naval warfare was highly valued, and his efforts played a vital role in maintaining the strength of their forces.
"What about the Two Betrayers?" Viserys inquired.
"They're still the wildcard," Farrier hummed. "Our information is sketchy, but our latest intelligence reports suggest Ulf White and Hugh Hammer are amassing a private army. Where their hideout is, I'm not certain. I'll have my agents keep digging around for more information."
"Hmm." With a final glance at his allies, Jaehaerys knew they were ready. They had trained for this moment, honing their skills and preparing for the ultimate test. The fate of their cause rested upon their shoulders, and they would face it head-on, ready to adapt and improvise. "We'll leave at first light. Make sure you have everything you need. Now… let's get it done." Jaehaerys turned to Baela. "Baela, I need you to write a letter to your father. Daemon needs to hear it."
King's Landing ― Near the River Gate…
By daybreak, the first rays of sunlight painted the sky in hues of pink and orange; the Targaryen royals readied themselves to make their move. Jaehaerys and Aemma were to embark on a journey towards the west, heading to the Reach, while Aegon, Viserys, and Nettles were set to venture south towards the Stormlands. With a raging civil war, they knew they couldn't afford to waste any time. Jaehaerys and Aemma readied their dragons Vermithor and Silverwing, while Viserys and Nettles prepared Maelyx and Sheepstealer. Aegon, on the other hand, chose to ride a white stallion. He had lost his dragon Corxes during the Battle of the Gullet, but his tenacity to fight for his family's legacy still burned more intensely than a raging inferno. As he mounted his majestic white stallion, his armor gleaming in the morning light, he vowed to honor Corxes' memory by continuing the fight. He knew his sword alone would not be enough to secure victory, but he was prepared to do whatever it took.
Just as Aegon settled into the saddle, the sound of armored footsteps echoed through the courtyard, growing louder with each passing moment. The Targaryens exchanged wary glances, their hands instinctively reaching for their weapons. They had grown accustomed to danger, but this unknown presence was a cause for concern. As the footsteps drew nearer, a figure emerged from the shadows, clad in fine silver armor and all-white cloaks.
It was the knights of the Kingsguard: Lorent Marbrand, Willis Fell, Harrold Drake, and Adrian Redfort.
"Don't try to stop us!" Aegon warned.
"You misunderstand us, my prince," Lorent said.
"What?" Viserys was curious.
"We're coming with you," Harrold said.
Aegon's gaze shifted from one member of the Kingsguard to another, taking in their stoic expressions. His eyes finally settled on his elder brother Jaehaerys, who stood nearby and offered a subtle nod of approval.
"Very well. Stay close to Aegon. Guard him with your lives," Jaehaerys instructed.
Aegon, with his unwavering confidence, had always believed in his own abilities as an assassin. He had honed his skills over the years, earning a formidable reputation as a warrior during the Battle of the Gullet. His understanding of a knight's tactics in battle allowed him to outmaneuver and eliminate his enemies with precision and efficiency. However, as he prepared to be deployed to the Stormlands, Aegon began to realize the gravity of the situation. The upcoming fighting was expected to be brutal, with the forces of House Baratheon led by Borros Baratheon posing a significant threat. Aegon knew that underestimating the Caltrop forces would be a grave mistake that could potentially cost them the war. If the Blacks faltered, if they failed to provide adequate reinforcement, House Baratheon would have a clear path to King's Landing through the kingsroad.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Aegon swallowed his pride and acknowledged the wisdom of his older brother's advice. He knew that having extra protection would not only ensure his own safety but also bolster the morale of his troops. Aegon understood that leadership was not just about personal prowess but also about making strategic decisions that would benefit the cause. He, along with his twin brother Viserys and Nettles, had a crucial role to play. They needed to reinforce the knights of the Vale and the Winter Wolves, the loyal forces fighting alongside them. Their skills and abilities as dragonriders would prove invaluable in turning the tide of battle.
"Let's go. Hyah!" Aegon kicked the side of his horse.
As Aegon's horse stood on its hind legs, the white stallion, accompanied by his Kingsguard escorts and a contingent of more than 5,000 troops, raced into the distance. The thundering hooves echoed through the air as they kicked up mud, leaving a messy trail in their wake. The urgency in their movements was palpable, for they were headed towards the Stormlands, where the battle raged on.
Soon, shadows enveloped Aegon and his companions, casting an eerie darkness upon them. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the sound of their pounding hooves and the rush of wind in their ears. Aegon's grip tightened on the reins, his knuckles turning white as he pushed his horse to its limits.
As they raced forward, Aegon raised his head to witness a breathtaking sight. His twin's dragon, Maelyx, soared above them, his scales shimmering in the sunlight. Beside him, Sheepstealer flew right beside Maelyx. Turning his head to the right, Aegon caught sight of Vermithor and Silverwing flapping their massive wings as they headed west toward the Reach.
"Perzys ānogār! (Fire and Blood!) For House Targaryen!"
Starpike ― Main hall…
"You must lead now until your brother is strong enough to take the crown again," Ser Criston advised Prince Aemond. Following a period of rest and recovery, the Caltrops were preparing for another attack. However, their strategy had undergone a significant change. Instead of persistently trying to invade the Crownlands, they opted to concentrate on eradicating any potential opposition in the Reach that could hinder their progress. By neutralizing these obstacles, they aimed to secure their position and ensure a smooth path towards their ultimate goal. Simultaneously, they coordinated with their allies in the Westerlands and Stormlands. Their ultimate objective, however, remained fixed on a single target: to strengthen their forces to a point where they could effectively recapture Harrenhal.
As their preparations intensified, the Caltrops meticulously planned their every move. They studied the terrain, analyzed the strengths and weaknesses of their enemies, and devised intricate battle strategies.
"Aegon still hasn't woken from his injuries," Beatrice bemoaned. "We must pray to the gods for your brother to wake."
"Even if he does, mother, it still doesn't change the fact that the rumors surrounding his legitimacy have rendered him… unfit to wear a crown," Aemond said uncaringly.
Beatrice was shocked. How could her son say such a thing?
"Yes, mother. I've done some digging around. And each result ended up the same. I know you slept with Hugh Hammer and got pregnant with his child, intending to pass him off as our father's son. Mmm. This begs the question of what else you could be hiding from me. Pity that fall at Rook's Rest didn't break him." Aemond says with faint disappointment before his lip curls, staring at his unresponsive brother, who will remain bent and twisted for the rest of his life. Aegon the Elder's burns turned to scars, and his subsequent use of gave him a puffy face. "But he is insensible on milk of the poppy and has been for weeks. Perhaps we can save those prayers until after I win the throne. My brother has no great gift for war."
"A-Aemond…"
"Where are the Blacks' troop movements now?" Aemond ignored his mother.
"Well, I guess our secret is out, my prince. They're heading straight for us," a Peake soldier reported.
"Mmm. Which does give us some leeway. However…" Aemond reached over and snatched the huge and heavy crown made of red gold, each of its points a dragon head with gemstone eyes from Aegon the Elder's head.
"Aemond! What are you doing?!" Beatrice shrieked, half appalled and half outraged.
"Something I should have done a long time ago, mother. Who is there to naysay me while my brother lies like a roasted quail?" Aemond said coolly, placing the crown upon his head. "It's not the Conqueror's crown, but it'll do for the time being. The people know I could be king. It looks better on me than it ever did on him, anyway." He turned to the castle's maester. "Let it be known that I, Aemond of House Targaryen, the First of My Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm, do hereby press my claim for the Iron Throne. Any willing to follow me are more than welcome to; otherwise, step aside and don't get in my way."
Beatrice shook with fury. How dare Aemond betray her like this? How dare her son be so open about his ambitions for the throne?
"Don't give me that look, mother. 'Tis I who studies history and philosophy, 'tis I who trains with a sword and rides the largest dragon in the world. 'Tis I who took our duties seriously, unlike my wastrel of a brother, with no legal claim to anything other than being a bastard pretender."
As the sturdy structure of Starpike trembled under the weight of thunderous footsteps, the very foundations seemed to groan in protest. The commotion that ensued within the walls of the ancient fortress was palpable as household guards scrambled to maintain order, servants hurriedly attended to their duties, and healers rushed to ensure the safety of all within.
Amidst the commotion, Aemond, the fearless and unyielding warrior, emerged from the building with an air of unwavering confidence. His silver hair cascaded down his back, shimmering in the sunlight as he stepped out onto the grounds. His presence alone commanded attention, and those who caught sight of him couldn't help but be captivated by his aura of power and authority. By his side stood Criston Cole, whose unwavering loyalty matched Aemond's own.
As they emerged from the grand building, the ground beneath Starpike seemed to tremble in response to their presence. The thunderous footsteps echoed through the stony foundations, causing a commotion among the household guards, servants, and healers who scurried about, trying to maintain order. But Aemond remained unfazed. His confidence radiated from him like a shield, unwavering and unyielding. He had always been a man of action, unafraid to face any challenge head-on. And today was no different.
Vhagar had awoken from her slumber and fully recovered from her injuries, lowering her massive head to investigate the humans before her. But Aemond remained unfazed. He approached Vhagar calmly and commandingly, his every movement exuding a sense of understanding and respect. He stroked the dragon's scaled snout with a gentle touch, whispering words of reassurance that only she could understand.
"*Uuuuuuuuurrrr!*"
"Prepare our men for battle, Cole. It's time to take back Harrenhal."
Chapter End
Author's Note: As the marriage between Aeonar and Alicent seems to be falling apart, Jaehaerys gathers his closest allies and members of his own family to discuss a new strategy. Now the Blacks intend to take the fight to the Caltrops instead of remaining on the defensive, but Aeonar isn't aware of his eldest son and heir's plans. Coincidentally, Aemond intends the same thing, except he basically usurped power away from his mother and half-brother by calling himself a king. With each side making their move, how will the next phase of the Dance of the Dragons play out? Let me know.
C.E.W: Its sad to see what Aeonar Targaryen has become, how it has affected Alicent so badly. Aeonar is so blinded by his madness and desire to destroy the Caltrops, that he can't see what he has become, and he is losing everyone, his family, his supporters, everything. He always stubborn and severe to his enemies but he was no fool, and he used to value the lives of his wife and children, even his supporters. Now he seems to have no regard for the safety of even his own children. Just as he was getting better when he finally let go of his hatred for his father and resentment for his sister Rhaenyra, then the civil war and Daeron's death happens. Aeonar is risking to safety of his family and the realm, and he has to stop.
Crown Prince Jaehaerys is determined the end the war that is devastating the realm, and is making a counter-offensive against the Caltrops. Attacking them in the Stormlands and the Reach.
Aemond Targaryen seems to have had enough of being sidelined, now that he knows about Aegon the Elder's parentage. Aegon is unconscious, and dragon-less now, Aemond is a better, more dangerous warrior as well as a dragon rider especially Vhagar. Marching towards Harrenhal is a daring move, especially with the Blacks moving on the Reach and Stormlands. But, long-term strategy evidently isn't one of Aemond's strong suits.
Daemon Targaryen may learn of Aemond heading for Harrenhal, and might abandon the castle and take his troops elsewhere, like reinforce in the Reach or the Stormlands.
With the way Aeonar Targaryen is, currently I can see two ways his confrontation at Dragonstone could go. Like Anakin going to Mustafar to eliminate the Separatists, and battling and being defeated by Obi-Wan on Revenge of the Sith. Or, Thorin overcoming his madness, joining the battle, heading to Ravehill to kill Azog, dying the effort in the Battle of the Five Armies.
Questions:
Has Jaehaerys and Baela told anyone about the pregnancy?
―Not yet
I assume that Baela being pregnant has fueled Jaehaerys to go 'Ulysses S. Grant' and work to end the civil war? I can picture him not wanting his child to be born in a realm at war.
―Yes
Will Ironborn make their move? In a chapter or two?
―Next one, yes
What are Unwin Peake and Larys Strong's reactions to Aemond seizing power of the Caltrops?
―They felt Aemond would've been more suitable than Aegon the Elder
Aemond takes Harrenhal, will he execute any of the Strong family that Daemon took captive like he did in the books?
―Yes
I take history will remember Aeonar having ruled the realm better as Hand of the King, than as king?
―I think so, yes
randomdude24: Well, the fallout between Aeonar and Alicent has come. A bittersweet pill, Alicent can't stand who Aeonar has become, but she still loves him. Aeonar is getting worse he had no reaction to nearly killing his son and the slap he got from Alicent. Something tells me that if Alicent does it again, Aeonar will get violent with her.
Jay is stepping up, becoming the leader the realm desperately needs. Plans have been set, and allies have been made. Jay and Aeema will go to Oldtown to back up their allies in the Reach. Aegon, Viserys, and Nettles will take their allies to the Stormlands and engage Borros Baratheon. Coryls will take the fight to the Golden tooth to gain a foothold to bring the Lannisters to heel.
Aemond declared himself King, not surprised but plans to take Harrenhall. I actually thought he would be smarter. While taking Harrenhall, would send a message however they don't have any allies in the riverlands to hold it. But my opinion, Aemond is fearless and ambitious, but isn't as smart as pretends to be. He has a need to be feared.
Questions,
How large of a force does the Vale and their allies in the stormlands have? How big is Borros' army?
―Borros Baratheon has 30,000 men
Who exactly is leading the force to attack Oldtown?
―Not disclosed yet
While this might be a ways off, assuming Jay's plans go well, Aeonar will be angry over this. Will Jay be forced to take action against his father, should Aeonar continue down this dark path he's on?
―Jaehaerys might be forced to take on the leadership role as Aeonar goes down a darker path