Tony McNucklz:
With what Aegon is planning for his people, making sure that literacy, education, technology, science, everything, is accessible to the public, he is aware that the ruling system is using, not only for the sake of his family and descendants, is flexible enough to allow for changes to occur...changes such as greater political voice of the people. Not quite democracy, I don't think. There is very little basis for democracy (ironically outside of Valyria which Landowners supposedly having a voice) so it will have to be something develop by his people over centuries.
Juristen:
Agree re the chance of rebellion rising thanks to greater number of dragons. It is why it is so important that a political system is incorporated that mitigates this risk. Also, culture is very important too. For example, there are nuances and traditions in cultures in our world that make political systems incompatible to a certain degree. because of history. because of culture. Because of what those people value and cherish differs greatly to those who shaped those systems in part because of their history, culture and national identity.
Aegon has added a lot of focus on his children with this in mind. A lot of Targs are shit people because of shit parents and family. Fostering a kind of collective Us and responsibility and duty amongst his children was and is important and it is something that will be definitely be a part of the latter parts of the story.
In any case... please enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think. I always read the reviews even if I don't comment on them.
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Mid 110 AC, Port Corinth
Aethan Celtigar POV
They and their escort of ships finally arrived at the mouth of the river that led to this city of Corinth, finally ending his very long journey. Still, it had to be noted that the journey from Lotus Port had been sedate enough for the past half moon as they hugged the coastline of this Summer Island, greeted endlessly by white beaches untouched by man, though, what struck Aethan was the number of times ships bearing crimson and blue coloured sails on their journey to this Corinth.
Thrice they encountered fleets of ten or around that number as they followed the northern shores of Walano all the way east to the mouth of the river that led to Corinth, 'patrolling against pirates' as the 'envoys' who were aboard his ship described, and one occasion, he got to see the behemoth ships that were twice or near enough twice as large as the Carracks that escorted them, and he'd noticed they bore oddly square shaped door-like openings on the sides of the ships.
There were rumours about them, these ships, though when Kings Landing had dismissed it out of hand, so did the rest of the Realm, thinking it to be the same kinds of ships that Prince Aegon had constructed before his departure.
It seemed like they were wrong, he thought wryly. He'd wondered if Prince Aegon would be willing to sell one of the ships to House Celtigar…
Once they passed the mouth of the river and began to sail upstream, he walked towards one of the envoys who was in discussion with one of his sailors.
"How long until we arrive at the port?" Aethan asked after he stopped by the Summer Islander envoy named Qhaxos, unable to contain his impatience.
The Port of Corinth was several leagues upstream, they'd said, and the city itself was half hour's ride from the port and Aethan admittedly was deeply curious to see how much of their…polite boasts were true.
Depending on the winds, the journey to the port could take some time.
Qhaxos turned towards Aethan, a polite smile on his face as he inclined his head respectfully "Perhaps an hour, likely less if the winds remain favourable further upstream which they tend to be." He said and after a few more words exchanged, Aethan nodded and left the man be, choosing to turn his attentions to the river.
He preferred not to speak with these envoys if he could help it. After he'd gotten all of his questions answered, or at least as well as they wanted to answer them, there was little to talk to them about…and he was glad for it.
They were a strange lot, these envoys.
There were four of them, one of them a Summer Islander and the other three clearly with the blood of Old Valyria in their veins even if none of them had the full set in their features. They were polite, clear and well spoken, friendly even, but Aethan could tell that these were not the merchants like they were dressed as.
Envoys…
That was what they introduced themselves as when they approached him.
When they explained who they were and what they were doing for the Prince, he understood then that these were akin to that of messengers who often were knights tasked to deliver sensitive information to another.
Though, Aethan mused as he glanced at the talking envoys who were now talking amongst themselves at the edges of the upper deck, it was clear enough from his discussions with them, when they spoke with some level of authority and knowledge, the kind of authority and knowledge that ought to only belong to the nobility, that these men were not simple messengers…nor were they simple merchants.
Aethan shook his thoughts away and instead set them back towards the river they were traveling upstream on, full sails up, towards the city that was boasted about.
Boasts that spoke of a thriving city of fifty thousand and more, a harbour that at its busiest could host hundreds of ships, and where you could find anything you desire in the markets and the merchant shops for much less than what it would cost you in the Free Cities or in Kings Landing, from much coveted purple dyes to yarns of silk, such was their happy boasts when he dug for information about where he was headed.
He was sceptical of it, not believing that such a place could have goods that cheap nor did he believe a city of tens of thousands could be built in ten years. Gulltown, a city many centuries old, had numbers like that and it took centuries to get there.
He was surer that they were overinflating Corinth like the Essosi love doing when they talked about themselves or their riches or their lineage.
Corinth was likely impressive, to be sure, after all, even on Claw Isle, they'd heard of the Prince's wealth, ill-gotten or not, bolstered as it was with the bounty of the Basilisk Isles, but he was doubtful the city had the people and splendour the envoys were claiming. Double the number of people that had come with him from Dragonstone, he could believe, but fifty thousand, four fifths all former slaves?
Still, he mused to himself, as hard as it was to believe, there was a large part of him that reasoned that he could not completely dismiss their boasts. After all, he'd found out the truth of the matter soon enough won't he, so why lie?
The sense of excitement within him grew stronger as they drew nearer to Corinth which unfortunately was tempered with the expectations that was levied on his shoulders.
He had to return with something to show for the journey.
He shook his head though the demands his father placed upon him could not be shaken from his mind…or the shame such failure he'd bring upon himself.
He sighed a little, a considering look settling on his face.
When three large Essosi carracks were seen by the fishermen of Claw Isle, they worried that that the Triarchy were expanding their war to the Houses of the Narrow Sea since a number of Narrow Sea Houses had sent men and relatives for fight for Prince Daemon.
The last thing they expected was for the ships to belong to Prince Aegon and their worries had soon enough turned into excitement when that was understood.
And his father had spared no expense in welcoming the sailors on the ships after father had read the letter they brought that bore the seal of Prince Aegon.
The letter, which he had read with his brother, who'd confirmed Prince Aegon's handwriting, invited representatives of House Celtigar to Corinth, and vaguely referenced 'opportunities' for their House that would be clarified when he'd meet their representative.
Bartimos had immediately offered to go himself, an offer their father immediately dismissed out of hand, for fear of Bartimos' safety at sea, and instead, their father turned to him to be their representative, the spare son whose loss would not be so damaging to their House and he obeyed as was his duty.
Of course, it was not difficult to obey, for the danger in the Stepstones had been the lowest it had been since the war had begun, and also particularly because this was as much an opportunity for him as it was for House Celtigar.
The Prince's exploits in the Basilisk Isles, and his rumoured wealth meant that there may well be a place by the Prince's side once he'd agreed a trade alliance between Prince Aegon and House Celtigar for goods like porcelain, ivory and more.
"First, get the alliance." Aethan muttered to himself as he shook his head.
A significant portion of their argument for the alliance depended on the goodwill of Prince Aegon for House Celtigar. House Celtigar, whilst not destitute or without strength, had much of its influence in the Realm dry up when the Prince departed from Westeros, something he was ordered to 'carefully' hint towards by his father if it seemed like the Prince was more uninterested than they'd hoped.
Bartimos had not been pleased with their father on this matter but there was nothing they could do against their father's will and truthfully, Aethan agreed with their father.
House Celtigar needed to grow and if the means for their growth, their rise, presented itself like it had now, then they needed to take it by all means.
They were only one of three noble Houses remaining of Old Valyria –the upstart Old Blood of Volantis were nothing but descendants of peasant army commanders – yet their status in Westeros was that of lesser nobility when House Velaryon, a House that once was their equal in nobility and in prominence before the Conquest…before the birth of the Conqueror by way of Laena Velaryon, was considered to be the second House of the Realm.
All of it thanks to House Targaryens to whom the Velaryons could thank their rise and prominence to even if the Velaryons have forgotten it and House Celtigar must do the same by allying itself to the one Targaryen who can provide them with the opportunity to secure their rise.
And Aethan was sure that Prince Aegon would not be opposed to helping them rise in a deal that should be favourable to both parties after all, House Celtigar, or rather his brother Bartimos, was amongst the few who had remained loyal to the third son of Baelon when rumours existed about his wrongdoings with Princess Gael.
At first, his brother's loyalty had been rewarded with a voice that was heard in the Red Keep and with cheap porcelain their merchants sold elsewhere in Westeros and Essos, but all of that fled when the Prince left the Realm.
An irritated look flashed on his expression before it disappeared.
Now, neither King Viserys or Prince Daemon paid much attention or favour to House Celtigar let alone the other Houses of the Narrow Sea, beyond that which is called Velaryon, and with the shipping lanes beyond the Stepstones drying up, so did the little trade that came to Claw Isle that had already suffered when Dragonstone's industries collapsed when its people left with Prince Aegon.
Much of their recent trade that came to Claw Isle was that of merchants needing to resupply on their journey from or to Kings Landing to or from Braavos.
With less trade passing through the Stepstones, there was less much desired goods available at any given time so that meant that merchants would have less reason to travel to the cities on the opposite sides of the Narrow Sea in order to turn a profit.
And though Claw Isle was by no means Spicetown or Gulltown, it was a good port that still attracted merchants to resupply should they find themselves a need to and it was a good income even if the wealthy Houses would sneer at their low income.
Income that was all but gone and now their House was feeling the pinch of it, having had to reduce their spending in order to make sure they didn't dip into their savings.
And so, the arrival of Prince Aegon's ships were seen by their House to be a chance to drastically change their fortunes whilst at the same time increase their influence with King Viserys as they become the link that connected the sons of Baelon. But first….first Aethan had to get the agreement, he thought to himself and for the rest of the journey upstream, he readied himself for that task.
A little while later…
The sight of piers on both side of the river was curious, particularly since they were mostly empty, and because the port itself was some way away in the distance where he could see ships anchored.
'Dozens upon dozens of ships must be able to dock here…'
It reminded him somewhat of Kings Landing further along the Blackwater River though not even the capital had that many piers away from the main harbour…or piers that long.
From what one of the envoys were telling him, they were lucky that none of the trade fleets have returned, otherwise their speed would have been much slower, that is, if they were even allowed to dock at the main harbour. He caught the look of the shipyards as they neared, and he could see the front of what looked like two halt built ships, the behemoths that the envoys called galleons, in the shipyards.
'I should take a look if I get the chance' Aethan mused to himself.
The other five ships were made to dock at the edges of the harbour whilst his ship was guided towards the inner harbour where they were reeled in when they cast down the long line and it hadn't been long before they walked down the gangway and onto the pier towards the six men who were waiting on them.
As he got closer, he took the opportunity to scrutinise the well-attired man who led the guards and who was walking towards Aethan, a sword on his belt. The man was silver-haired and had a rugged face which bore hard blue eyes He looked familiar, Aethan thought.
"Lord Aethan Celtigar." The man said with a low bow of the head, low enough to be respectful of his nobility but not so low to be subservient, the kind of bow knights of friendly Houses would give. It was also an indication that this man was no noble despite his attire. "Prince Aegon has sent me to welcome you to Corinth."
"I thank you and the Prince for your welcome" Aethan said with a respectful nod before he asked "though I would wish to know your name?"
"Ser Galaenys Qarqaris, Lord Aethan. I am a commander of the Corinthos Army." The man named Ser Galaenys answered swifty.
'Commander? Corinthos Army?' Aethan wondered as he filed away for later. Instead he nodded in acknowledgement and asked "House Qargaris? The knightly House of Dragonstone?" A House established during the Conquest, one of the more noteworthy knightly Houses, if the information the maester had given him for the journey was correct.
He'd not realised that many properly established landed knightly Houses had left with Prince Aegon until he learnt of it from the maester.
In fact, a fair number of Houses like Qargaris that had exemplary ancestors during the Conquest that left with Prince Aegon, Houses that had land in places like Massey's Hook or Crackclaw Point, had gone with Prince Aegon.
If the man was surprised that Aethan knew of him, he did not show it "Aye." Ser Galaenys said with a faint dip of the head. "Though I expect that I no longer hold the privilege to call myself of Dragonstone." There was a trace of amusement in the knight's voice.
Aethan suppressed the urge to snort at the comment.
Yes…there was little doubt that the land that had been his family's was any longer in House Qargaris' possession. Whilst none of the land had been granted away, as far as he or the maester knew, it was doubtful that this man or any of his House had a claim left, particularly if that Hightower Hand had anything to say about it.
After all, the knightly Houses had made their choices when they attached themselves to the third Prince instead of the Targaryen of Dragonstone.
"Quite." Aethan instead simply said, ending that direction of conversation as his eyes veered to the ships that were docked some way away from the main harbour, an act that the man caught and he spoke up in answer.
"If you wish, we can wait for your men to arrive before we head to Corinth." The man offered. "Otherwise, the men I sent can take them there after they are fed and watered along with the rest of your crew on the ship."
Aethan considered it before he answered.
"No need to wait, Ser Galaenys. They can follow" Aethan decided.
The knight nodded "Follow me then, I shall lead you to Prince Aegon. He is at the Games with the majority of our people."
"Games?" Aethan asked as he, his two guards, the envoys and the party led by the knight walked towards solid ground.
"The Olympic Games." Ser Galaenys clarified and Aethan could see the glimmer of excitement in the man's eyes. "It's much like a tourney though there are many more competitions than what you would see in a tourney." Ser Galaenys said and Aethan nodded in understanding though he wondered what other 'competitions' there were.
"So we have not missed all of it?" One of the envoys asked strangely hopeful and similarly there were such expression on the faces of the other envoys.
Ser Galaenys laughed "No. At this moment, the spear throwing finals are starting in about an hour – you just missed the bull-leaping finals – and there is yet the final of the chariot race to go. The second semi-final and the final of the Rugby games to go are set for tomorrow and the day after tomorrow." 'Bull-leaping? Rugby games…?' he recognised chariot racing at least…some of the Essosi cities were said to hold them.
This seemed to please the envoys at least somewhat.
Aethan wondered how long these games went on for if they had an outside hope that they would not miss the entirety of it. By the time Aethan and his ships arrived, the envoys had already been there…
"Ah, I wanted to see the wrestling." One of the envoys lamented before he turned to Aethan and explained "It's a game of physical strength. You win by making the opponent yield once you have trapped them." The envoy said in explanation.
Aethan nodded in appreciation after which point the envoy asked the knight "Did Trytas win it at least? I had bet a good sum on it" the envoy asked with eagerness and Aethan was inwardly surprised by it.
He'd not liked the envoys for their stiff and strange demeanour yet here he was seeing them behave unlike what he'd seen them be for the past five and ten days.
"Trytas was in the final but he lost against a man named Tobas." Galaenys answered which caught the envoys all off-guard. "It was a very good contest."
Aethan was silent during the rest of the conversation as they talked about these Olympic Games, most of which he overheard them talk about the Rugby games which seemed to be Galaenys' favourite.
From the sounds of it, he also competed in the contest though he and his 'team' had lost in the second round against the team who had won their 'semi-final' game.
As they walked through the harbour, he noticed that there were few people there.
He did catch some conversation from the dockworkers – who seemed to speak only in High Valyrian strangely enough – that were there and heard them talk about this 'rugby' and how they wished they could attend them.
The envoys fortunately did explain a little about what rugby was and it seemed to resemble the team melees though he didn't understand the appeal of it since no arms were being used nor did he understand the appeal of throwing something to one another in order to win. Strange people…
Nonetheless it seemed to be a popular game and he'd see it for himself since the game was to start after the spear throwing contest.
They travelled passed the docks and rode out for the city, travelling on level roads made of grey stone, the hoofs of the horses clattering as they made way on a steady pace, and he wondered how it was accomplished.
He'd asked that question and he'd been shocked to hear that the stone was made and not cut as he had thought it made have been.
It was an invention of the Prince and the Grand Scholar Edywn, a title that sounded like it boasted the same honour as that of archmaester.
By the time they arrived at the twenty feet tall walls of Corinth, much of his attentions were set upon the dragons that flew overhead. There were three of them though outside of their colours which he could barely tell from this far away and in the glare of the sun, he could not discern how large or small they were.
"They're the eldest young dragons that belong with the young Princes, Lord Aethan." Ser Galaenys said in explanation. "They've returned from their hunt. You see that dragon there?" Ser Galaenys pointed out before he continued "That one has either a whale or dolphin in its claws." Aethan could see something resembling what Ser Galaenys was telling him.
The knight continued. "It's a common enough sight these days, especially since the dragons have been ridden by the young Princes. It seems to have caused them to be more active, particularly when it comes to hunting out at sea for dolphins and whales which they seem to enjoy the most."
"I see." Aethan said as he watched them fly. He'd had the opportunity to see Meleys, Princess Rhaenys' dragon, and Mīsaragorn, up close. Dragons were as wondrous as they were fearsome. His eyes widened slightly at the sudden thought.
'Eldest young dragons…'
"Do all of Prince Aegon and Princess Gael's children have dragons?" he asked as he turned to the knight, the sudden thought he had having instantly left his mouth.
Aethan was rewarded a side glance from Ser Galaenys as he paused before answered, a slight pause yet still noticeable, just as the glance. "Yes. All of the children have had their eggs hatch for them."
He noticed the absence of the number of children in Ser Galaenys' answer. As far as he knew, there were five children of Prince Aegon and Princess Gael, information that was gained from Kings Landing, though…
'So there were at least…seven dragons on this island…' Aethan thought in wonder.
And seven dragonriders…or at least future dragonriders.
'How dangerous…' Aethan mused to himself in wonder as his attentions returned to the dragons and for a moment he wanted to laugh. If this branch of House Targaryen were to return, who were presently all but ignored if not forgotten back in the Realm, they'd be instantly the most powerful faction.
He inwardly shook his head.
Why King Viserys would want Prince Aegon to return was beyond Aethan…
The journey through the city once they were past the gates were as eye catching as the dragons had been, the sight of many people walking the wide streets of the city, flanked by tall buildings, homes and shops and inns and more, coloured with shades of reds and oranges that were not unlike the buildings he'd seen in Lotus Port, though, were it different substantially from Lotus Port, was the sight of the majority Valyrian people.
There were still many peoples of differing heritages, Summer Islanders, Essosi and Westerosi, but the majority were clearly of Old Valyria.
"The people remind of Lys." Aethan commented as they rode towards the centre of the city, his gazes meeting the gazes of those few curious people and children.
Though, Aethan had to say that the similarities ended there. The people here looked better clothed and fed and clean than the people he'd seen at the docks and the outer parts of the city during his journey here.
And little had to be said that there were few such places in Kings Landing that could boast the same and all of them were in the noble quarters of the capital.
"Many of them are from Lys, or at least from Lys controlled lands." One of the Valyrian blooded envoys, Vimar, said before adding "Just as I was."
Aethan glanced back at the envoy, hiding his surprise. "You were a…"
"A slave?" Vimar finished for Aethan as he inclined his head "Yes, I was until the Royal family bought my freedom. I was amongst the first lucky thousands to be freed." Vimar explained to Aethan before turning away from Aethan's gaze and back towards what seemed to be the city centre.
"It is a tale you will find amongst the majority of the people here." Vimar added.
"I see." Aethan merely said in acknowledgement and the conversation more or less ended there. Fortunately, there was plenty of else to observe as they arrived at the city centre, including the wondrous smells of spices and foods that made his belly forget the bread and cheese he'd eaten not more than three hours ago.
Colourful silks and cloths and potteries lined the streets, in quantities he'd not seen before, leaving him stunned in the wealth that was freely displayed and when they passed by one of the shops, he saw rows and rows of vibrant gems alongside that of gold and silver jewellery.
When he asked about it, he got the explanation.
"Most of the luxuries there have been cut or made by the family who owns that shop." Another envoy explained, this one named Talaemarr.
The envoy continued "There are a few rich mines or locations nearby Summer Islander villages by the mountains and we trade for the luxuries with goods that we make or produce here, like good steel tools, potteries, crops and so on. Most of it of it, outside of the small amount of gold and silver that is mined, is taken by the trade flotillas to be traded away for coin and goods. The rest is kept to be traded or sold amongst the people of Corinth."
"And the Prince of this island allows this?" Aethan asked perplexed. For common folk to do as they like with such valuable goods is unheard of!
"The Summer Islanders do not rule in the same way as the Lords do in Westeros." Ser Galeanys asked as he met Aethan's gaze.
"They are the rulers of this island, yes, and they hold supreme authority but they do not hold absolute ownership of the land. They see themselves as shepherds of the People and the Land and so, outside of the lands in the immediate surroundings of Lotus Port, much of the land is simply 'shared' amongst the people."
"That said" Vimar interjected as he gave a respectful nod to Ser Galaenys before turning his gaze to Aethan "There are rules and tariffs attached to us so we do not exploit the generosity of the Summer Islanders."
Aethan was somehow doubtful that the tariffs were significant, he thought to himself as he looked at the rest of the city centre, and then looked at the buildings that stood on tall hills that reminded him somewhat of the hills of Kings Landing.
The wealth of these people, these commonfolk must be substantially greater than even the merchants of Kings Landing…
It seemed like the envoys hadn't quite lied…
It boded well for his House when he accomplished his task.
One thing he certainly noticed as they journeyed beyond the city centre, was that the city looked emptier than a city of its size ought to be.
It seemed like almost of the people were already at this Olympic tourney ground and when he caught sight of the tourney ground, he was surprised to see that it was a permanent ground made of stone.
He was given an explanation that the tourney ground at the start had been often in use by the knights so the decision had been made early on to simply build and expand the ground to accommodate frequent tourneys, jousts and race tracks.
When they arrived at the entrance, they unhorsed themselves and were taking into the structure without their arms, rising sounds on the other side of the stone wall hearable, walking up several flights of stairs before they arrived at a guarded entrance, and they were let in only moments later.
As he walked into the large room, he was greeted with the sight of familiar mismatching eyes though the colour of them was the only thing familiar and the same could be said about the man in general.
The face of the man staring at him seemed to be made of marble stone, flanked by a thick but well-cropped beard and a head of short silver-blond hair.
He wore a simple styled black and silver tunic though the frame of his muscular body made it seem more than it was though it could as easily be the air of authority that seemed to surround the man.
Aethan remembered Prince Aegon, clever and friendly yet such was not to be found now. It seemed like Prince Aegon was now a very different man indeed…
"My Prince." Aethan said with a befitting bow from the waist. "It's an honour to see you again." At that the Prince's hard look broke and he smiled faintly in response though it was hard to tell with that beard.
"Likewise, Aethan Celtigar or it is Ser Aethan now?" Prince Aegon asked idly.
"Aye, my Prince. I was knighted five years ago." Aethan answered humbly.
"Bartimos?" Prince Aegon questioned.
"Nay." Aethan said with a shake of the head before continuing. "One of our household knights who I squired for."
Prince Aegon nodded slightly as he turned his right and gestured to one of the servants before returned his attentions to Aethan. "The servants will bring you and your guards a hearty and warm meal."
"My Prince, there is no need, I have eaten."
"Stale bread is no great substitute for a good meal, Ser Aethan. Besides, consider it an elaborate display of bread and salt." Prince Aegon said with a dismissive note and before Aethan could answer, the Prince continued "When you are done eating, one of the guards will bring you to me." The Prince said before turning and walking away towards the pathway where Aethan could see the open sky, leaving Aethan flummoxed and somewhat aggrieved though it lasted not long for it was only moments later when the servants arrived with assortments of steaming food on silver plates.
By the time Aethan and his two men were done eating, the roar of the crowd barely noticed during their feast, any slight was long forgotten for their bellies were full and their tongues already missing such excellent tastes.
He was guided by one of the armed guards to the Prince, his two men made to wait in the room, and as he arrived at the balcony, his eyes latched on his surroundings and they widened when he took sight of the number of people that were in the stands. 'There must be tens of thousands' he mused as he recomposed himself.
When he turned his head, he saw the Prince and his family some way down a few steps at the front of the balcony, isolated from the rest of the people seated around the Prince and his family, and he was taken to them by one of the guards who remained standing where they were.
When they caught sight of him, he got a good look at the Targaryens.
Prince Aegon was seat in the middle with Princess Gael next to him and a boy about ten or eleven namedays on the other side with the other children, five others with two of the other elder looking children sitting on the side of the likely heir whilst the youngest were by Princes Gael.
The three eldest, Castorys, Polaerys and Valarr looked to be just a few years of reaching manhood whilst the youngest, a boy and two girls, were yet still children.
Princess Gael looked much like she had done the last time he'd met though it seemed like she'd grown more beautiful as she aged and it seemed like six children had not affected her figure overly much.
"Ser Aethan. You have grown well" Princess Gael said warmly as she stood when he was but a few steps away from her. He bowed from the waist and he extended out his hand to take hers and he placed his head on top of her knuckles.
"Thank you, Princess Gael for the kind words. It is an honour to see you again. Dragonstone misses your warmth." Aethan said flatteringly and he was rewarded with a gentle but sweet tickling laugh.
"It seems like you are more alike to Bartimos than just simply looks." Princess Gael said with a humorous but warm smile.
Briefly Aethan wondered if this was how Queen Alysanne had looked at her age. He'd never met the widely loved Queen – by that time she'd retired from court and the wider public – but he wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.
"My brother does know some things that are worth paying attention to." Aethan said with a chuckle and soon enough he was introduced to the rest of the Targaryens. The eldest boys were respectful but proud in their brief interaction with Aethan, surprising Aethan too with their knowledge of House Celtigar and he'd felt satisfied that the boys knew of his House's loyalty to House Targaryen before the Conquest, whilst the three youngest, Solonys, Rhaena and Breannei – whose name surprised Aethan – had quickly lost their interest in him as children their age were want to do.
The conversation didn't last long and he was soon directed to take a seat by Ser Galaenys who sat several steps up from the Targaryens and he began to watch these 'games' as they played out, understanding that any discussion would not happen until after the 'games' had ended.
The spear throwing had been going on a little while before he arrived at the tourney ground and he'd heard the crowd through the stone walls, but seeing the reactions to men throwing spears was…interesting.
The crowd seemed to love it, and Aethan could understand it a little. The men throwing the spears were strong indeed for they were able to make the spears travel lengths that left him raise his eyebrow at the sight.
They were able to throw the spears across much of the length of the ground, most of them falling around the same region though as the games continued, one of them seemed to be strongest and most skilled of the lot as the man managed to outthrow the rest by several body lengths.
Ser Galaenys was useful in explaining the popularity of the sport, explaining that the men who participated in the spear throwing were part of the spear battalions – which he explained meant a special name for men-at-arms – had grown competitive amongst one another in this particular sport.
They talked for some time, only half paying attention to the tourney as their conversation veered to the discussion of the war in the Basilisk Isles and the effect it had on the people, and he gladly absorbed it all.
The brutality – and the ease with which the knight spoke of what they'd done – of the war surprised Aethan though he came to understand the reasons behind it.
It seemed like Prince Aegon spared none of the slavers, or their towns.
From what Aethan had come to learn of the Basilisk Isles back in Westeros, it seemed to be quite right. Few ships had returned from the Basilisk Isles, those few lucky ones that managed to escape the war fleet and the dragon, and from what was rumoured, the Basilisk Isles were made desolate.
He also wasn't surprised to hear of the great disdain, nearing on hatred, Ser Galaenys had on slavery. The majority of the people he was charged to protect were former slaves after all.
The next set of tourney games, after the spear throwing contest had been won, had been the chariot races which had been far more exciting and the crowd had agreed with him on that with the volume of the crowd rising several times more than it had been for the spear throwers.
Crashes and chariots breaking had been a common sight during the final as horses were pushed to their limit and men were thrown from their chariots.
Aethan had to admit the chariot races were as exciting as the best melees though the risk of injury seemed to be far greater than any tourney contest back home.
The winners were eventually granted golden medallions of some sort around their necks, with the second and third placed men granted silver and copper.
It wasn't longer after that when people began to depart, the chariot race having been the last game of the day, and soon enough, Aethan was the only one remaining with the Prince and the guards, his family having departed for wherever they called home.
"Impressive, my Prince." Aethan complimented when the Prince asked him as they sat down across from one another in the mostly empty balcony. "I have not seen such an entertaining contest for some time."
The Prince smiled faintly. "The chariot games are the most loved games by the people, outside of the melees and the rugby games of course." There was an amused glint in his eyes when he spoke next "It is why such games are last and contests like spear throwing are earlier."
Aethan gave a wry smile "I understand." It was the same with archery. To be sure, the skill was commendable but it did not excite the blood like melees or jousts did, and it was also why the archery contests were the first to be completed in tourneys.
"I have to say" Aethan continued as he looked at the empty stands that were cast gold and red under the light of the sunset "You have built an impressive holding, my Prince. I admit I was sceptical when your envoys effused praises of Corinth but it seemed they did not lie."
Prince Aegon nodded slightly as he sat back in his chair. "It took considerable time and care, certainly, to get where we are." Prince Aegon said with an incline of the head "Of course, the efforts of the people of Dragonstone were considerable in the success of Corinth." Prince Aegon said with a note that Aethan couldn't quite identify. Smugness? Arrogance? Aethan was not sure.
"How is Dragonstone anyway? As you are aware, there is substantial distance between Corinth and Westeros so I am not so well versed on the happenings of my ancestral home."
"Dragonstone is faring well…as well as it could." Aethan answered with a knowing look, a look that the Prince more than understood. After all, the Prince was responsible for the…down of the island…and its neighbours he thought privately. He continued "His Grace is preparing the island for the ascension of Princess Rhaenyra for when she becomes of age."
"How is my niece?" Prince Aegon asked and Aethan could tell that it wasn't a simple question and so he answered though he did so carefully.
Though he had not met the princess, his father had when he swore an oath to her, and whilst his father had said good things to say of her, particularly her beauty, he also said that the insistence of His Grace of keeping Princess Rhaenyra despite the birth of a male heir, a male heir named by the Queen after the Conqueror no less, was…confusing.
Of course, Aethan said nothing of the sort to the Prince, and his unchanging expression made Aethan suspect that he was more aware of Westeros than he was letting on regardless of his comments suggesting otherwise.
Aethan paused for a moment as he eyed the Prince, the topic of the Princess having come to an end and spoke up once more. "His Grace, your brother, would most certainly and greatly appreciate you and your family's return, my Prince, though from what I have seen of Corinth today, I do not expect it'd be more than a visit."
This was as much a Lord's holding as any Aethan had seen. And considering the work and coin that must have gone into this place, he was becoming doubtful this branch of House Targaryen would ever return to Westeros.
Aethan was rewarded with a faint nod. "I wouldn't expect anything less from Viserys but unfortunately circumstances will not allow a return in the near future." The Prince said and Aethan was not surprised by the words.
Prince Aegon continued "Of course, circumstances as they are presently does allow opportunities, particularly for your House." And Aethan had to work hard to contain his reaction.
Aethan nodded "Yes, my father – who sends his regards and thanks, as does Bartimos – was pleased to receive your letter." At the mention of Bartimos, Prince Aegon smiled faintly in appreciation before it grew as he spoke.
"I suspect equally it was surprising." Prince Aegon said.
"You would be correct." Aethan admitted before adding "But nonetheless, my father and House Celtigar in general, is most eager to learn of the opportunities that are available to it."
Prince Aegon was silent for some time and Aethan felt like it was stretching but thankfully it was broken when the Prince spoke up. "I have not forgotten the loyalty of Bartimos, nor that of House Celtigar or the majority of the other Houses of the Narrow Sea." Aethan bowed his head.
"We knew you, Prince Aegon, and we knew that you were honourable. We could do no less than to stand by your side." Aethan said humbly as he resisted the urge to smile.
The Prince did smile at Aethan though he seemed to look at Aethan for a good long time before he spoke up again "And as I gotten wealthy, my old friends back in Westeros have been made to suffer difficult times as a consequence of the Triarchy. I wish to remedy that." The Prince said and Aethan slightly leaned forward, intent on listening raptly.
The Prince then began to speak of the possibilities trade alliance with House Celtigar and with a few other Houses such as House Sunglass whereby goods from the Yi-Tish and elsewhere would be sold in Westeros through the trade alliance.
The Prince spoke of securing one of the islands in the Stepstones, an island nearby the shores of Dorne, and using it as a base for his ships to unload their goods and the Narrow Sea alliance to load and sell to the rest of Eastern Westeros.
Aethan asked and pointed out throughout the conversation, particularly around the concern of the Triarchy and the corsairs that roamed the Stepstones, but the Prince was dismissive of it, claiming that the situation would be handled with diplomacy rather than with the force of arms or claims.
Aethan was sceptical of it, years of war in the Stepstones, with a dragon to bolster the forces, had not brought order to the region and Prince Aegon thought he could accomplish more with less men and coin.
Still, Aethan knew any opportunity would need some resolution with the Stepstone matter and this was at least one such resolution. His father and the other Lords would have to see if it was the best path to enrich their Houses.
They continued to talk for some time, the split of the profits predominantly, which heavily leaned in the favour of Prince Aegon, and when the last light of the sun began to die out, the Prince brought up suddenly a topic of discussion that surprised him.
Prince Aegon asked about his children and that of Bartimos, their ages, their demeanours, and before Aethan could ask on the questioning, Prince Aegon spoke.
"Bartimos' daughters and your own are of a similar age to that of mine own sons." Aethan's eyes, this time, couldn't help but widen as he was beginning to understand where the Prince was heading. "The other opportunity, beyond that of trade which is independent of my second offer, is for two of House Celtigar's daughters marrying one of my eldest and my youngest son, Solonys."
Aethan was shocked. "You wish to tie our Houses together?" this was beyond Aethan's expectations! Not even his father, with all of his ambition, would have thought tying their Houses was an option.
"Yes though there is a condition." Prince Aegon said simply as his gaze bore down at Aethan. "Your family is not wealthy, nor is it powerful, be it with men or with ships" Aethan resisted the urge to simultaneously wince and look slighted at the harsh but unfortunately truthful description of his House.
"However" Prince Aegon said "Your House is loyal" the Prince said, pausing for a moment before continuing "and your family has the blood of Old Valyria in its veins even if it is not as strong as it once was. Whilst I could secure betrothals for my sons with daughters of noble families in Lys and Volantis, I'm sure you understand the…difficulty that comes with that."
Aethan nodded slightly.
Whilst Aethan was doubtful that Prince Aegon and Princess Gael cared much for the opinions of the Lords in Westeros, it would impact their reputations greatly back home. Already there were question marks about the dealings of Prince Aegon with the slaver cities of Essos.
His father had said that most thought the freeing of slaves was a pious and righteous act of the Prince and Princess but also said that others, particularly those who felt slighted by Prince Aegon, were not quiet about the 'close relations' of Prince Aegon and the slaver cities.
One of his sons marrying a daughter of these slaver cities would tremendously aid them whilst also potentially affecting the reign of His Grace considering that Prince Aegon was after all his brother.
So, yes, Aethan could understand the hesitation.
"For those reasons, your House is the best choice for my sons." Prince Aegon finished and Aethan took a moment before he carefully responded.
"I will have to speak with my father and brother before I can agree to the betrothal between one of my nieces and one of your sons." Aethan said truthfully. He could not agree to it for them. It would be acting beyond his station. He breathed in a little before he added. "But I can say the betrothal between my daughter Vaera and your son Prince Solonys is agreeable." It was said as calmly as he managed.
Vaera was his daughter and though his father had a say in her betrothal and marriage, the decision was Aethan's to make and he would not let this chance go.
His grandson, or granddaughter he presumed, would become a dragonrider!
He would never let it go and his ancestors would curse him if he ever did.
Prince Aegon smiled slightly as he nodded. "Good." Prince Aegon intoned before he spoke up once more "The other betrothal between House Celtigar and House Targaryen shall be needed to be answered with poste haste."
"Yes, I shall leave in two days. If you can provide provisions for the journey…"
"Provisions shall be given along with the terms of the trade alliance for your father and the other Lords to decide on. Your ships shall also be escorted by twenty of my ships to Claw Isle." Prince Aegon said and Aethan was momentarily surprised before he quickly nodded his assent.
He got what he and his father had wanted, that and more. There was no reason for him to remain, not presently.
"Of course" the Prince continued and Aethan caught the change in the note "the matter of betrothals comes with a single condition as I have said."
Aethan remembered and was quick to ask "And that is?"
"Your daughter and one of Bartimos' daughter must come to Corinth as soon as possible. Ideally, back on the twenty ships I will send to Claw Isle."
Aethan frowned. "Why?" It was unusual what the Prince was asking.
Prince Aegon sat back further in his chair as he remained silent for a moment before he answered. "I do not wish for my sons to get to know the women they are marrying after their marriage. Though it can work, it is not an ideal circumstance. It is better for the children to know one another whilst they are still young."
Aethan considered that before he responded "It may be…difficult to get Bartimos to agree to the condition." Bartimos would hate to be parted from one of his young daughters, as would Aethan's good-sister, especially for these distant parts of the world.
"I can understand that." Prince Aegon said with a slow nod "However it is a non-negotiable condition." Prince Aegon said firmly "and if my old friend refuses the condition, I can always approach House Velaryon for their daughter's hand."
"Lady Laena is betrothed to the Sealord's son." Aethan denied with a heavy frown.
"The former Sealord's son." Prince Aegon corrected.
"And I suspect that Lord Corlys would much prefer my heir for his unwed daughter instead of a man that is quickly turning into a pauper by gambling his father's accumulated wealth away." The Prince said and Aethan could see the knowing and somewhat amused expression in the Prince's face.
Aethan's eyes widened slightly and he just about managed to prevent himself from chuckling. Yes…the Prince was most certainly 'well-versed' the happenings of Dragonstone…and much else it seems despite the distance.
How, Aethan was not sure but it mattered not to him.
"I will…relay the message to my brother…and our father." Aethan said carefully to which Prince Aegon nodded slightly. Aethan continued with a surer voice. "I have a condition of my own."
Prince Aegon gestured him to continue.
"There must be a place for me here." Aethan said firmly as he met the Prince's gaze. "Myself, my wife and our son. Any condition with House Celtigar about its daughters staying here with your family will require a presence of our House and this would go a long way in getting Bartimos to agree if he knows one of his daughters is looked after by me."
Prince Aegon was quiet for a long few moments before he nodded slightly.
"I can agree to that…provided you and your family swear an oath of fealty to me and my branch of House Targaryen above all else and know that your place shall not be one that is unearned" Prince Aegon's voice was unyielding on the matter.
"Of course, my Prince." Aethan said with a bow of the head. He did not know what the Prince meant with unearned but nonetheless, he was sure he could manage.
"Good." Prince Aegon said and after that, the conversation had turned away from negotiations and into lighter conversation.
The next few days passed by quick, barely having had a chance to see more of Corinth that would soon be his home for at least till his daughter was wed, and soon enough he was on his way back to Claw Isle with twenty more ships in tow.
-Break-
Mid 110 AC, Corinth
"Why you're bothering with those people, I'll never know." Gael muttered over his shoulder and she rested her chin on his shoulder as her arms snaked around him.
"Blame my curiosity." Aegon said as he tilted his head slightly, so much so his cheek was touching that of her own before he turned back towards his notes on his desk, notes that he was revisiting ahead of the well, visit.
Gael sighed heavily that bore shades of glumness.
"Whatever your curiosities about the Rhoynar are, we both know, may the seven have mercy, the entire Known World that still remembers them knows, you won't find them sated on that Isle." She said to him.
"Unless you want me to take a trip to the Orphans of the Green Blood, the Rhoynar of the Isle of Women are the best chance to get to know at least some about these ancient peoples." 'And maybe their magic too…if they still had that information'
"Don't even joke about that." Gael said with a mild huff in her voice. "They'd sooner poison your bread and salt with a kind and welcoming smile on their faces before they ever tell you anything useful."
Aegon chuckled at her characterisation of the Dornish as he took her hand and brought her around which she allowed to happen and she settled in his lap.
The Dornish would probably do that, especially to a Targaryen.
"Besides" Gael continued as she met his gaze as she sat on his lap. "From what Qhaxos has said and from the way they looked at you and Mīsaragorn, it is clear that they will refuse the offer." He'd gone to them not long after Qhaxos had returned and provided them with the offer of settling them better land.
It was a genuine offer, one he didn't let them refuse until his next visit, especially as he resolved to go onwards with his plans for Slaver's Bay, even if it was made in mind of squeezing out whatever secrets they may hold of their ancestral magic.
Slaver's Bay would need independently minded people to help it recover, part of which he was doing with the education of the Ghiscari former slaves though their education was more bureaucratic and management, and the Rhoynar were a hardy people that in the right circumstances could provide another pillar of leadership and direction the hundreds of thousands…likely more…slaves would need in the advent of the collapsed structures.
Meereen would be the most ideal city or region where he would want them to settle.
"I know…" Aegon said with a tired sigh as he glanced away from her pointed look and turned towards the notes. "But…" he trailed off.
Truthfully…when he did see them, he had come to the suspicion that whatever they might have had, had long since been lost. Their South American style of farming was inventive and testament to their hardiness and their endurance as a people but none of it spoke of anything 'magical'.
He'd hoped that maybe, just mayhaps, there was something ancient remained in their people but it was more of a hopeless hope.
"You're right." Aegon said with a shake of the head before he met her gaze.
"They've lost more than we have of our ancestors and it is apparent."
Gael looked at him closely "But you still want to go? Knowing they hold little value? Knowing they will refuse because of inherited grievances?"
"If only to get the refusal and to be done with it." Aegon said with a shrug. "Besides, I might be able to convince them." Aegon said to Gael with a wry smile and Gael rolled her eyes slightly.
"I somehow doubt even your silver tongue can dislodge centuries of grievances and hardship inherited and passed down through the generations." Gael said drily.
"Silver tongue?" Aegon repeated with a raised eyebrow though shades of flirtation tinted his expression as he spoke "My tongue is many things but silver it is not." Aegon jested and Gael slapped at his chest at his insinuation and it made him laugh.
"Behave." Gael said though there was little heat in it as she struggled to contain her smile. "Still" Gael continued, the moment of jesting losing its strength.
"I know…but I still want to try at least." Aegon admitted to her.
He was aware he would fail but he still wanted to try.
Perhaps part of it was because he felt a little bad for them, especially after the way they'd looked at him, as if he was the source of theirs and their ancestors ills.
He wasn't, of course and they were fools to believe such a thing.
Especially since he was offering them a way out.
The Isle of Women was truly a barren rock and anything that grows was only due to their ingenuity. He respected them for that. Such peoples could do better things.
Idealistic, mayhaps, realistic, probably not. Still…
"Not everything will go your way, you know that." Gael pointed out.
She continued "Their use for the Liberty Bay plans is minimal. You're better suited to visit and continue the friendship with the Summer Islanders of Omboru, who will be better able to help provide the leadership you want after the war than the Rhoynar, and they'll be much more willing when the time comes."
"I don't want to give them any indication of my plans. If I go visit out of the sudden, and often too, they'll recognise the strangeness of it…so will the other Summer Islanders." Aegon shook his head.
Only when he was back from Elamaerys would he involve the Summer Islanders and he'd do so in a small frame of time, just before his fleet departed for war.
Secrecy and subterfuge would be key to take Astapor and the Unsullied. Not even his men would get to know of the plans even if they knew that a war was planned.
The cleverer ones of the Ghiscari former slaves might have a better clue even if they were told they were being trained for civil administration positions when they all move to Elamaerys, but they were smart enough to not ask questions.
"Fine." Gael said a little defeated "Go and sate your boredom masked as curiosity with the savages." She said as she tried to get up from his lap but Aegon wouldn't let her.
"Can't let you go after that, dear wife." Aegon said as he placed his hands on her hips "Quite harsh." Aegon said with a little wry smile.
"When reason won't help, well…" Gael said in a flighty tone of voice and Aegon's wry smile twisted into a full smile. He liked it when she was feisty.
"Mayhaps I need convincing in another way…" Aegon trailed off as his hands began to…travel across her body.
The soft gasp was like music to his ears.
"Or mayhaps you can use that not-silver tongue of yours to convince me" Gael whispered suggestively as she leaned forward and brought her lips to his own.
Some time later…
The trip to the Isle of Women proved to be as fruitless as he feared and as Gael had known as they refused his offer, even the offer of taking Corinth as their own when he and his people departed from the Isles, an offer Aegon presented to confirm if it was simple stubbornness and pride and grievance that made them so foolish, and it had been, and no amount of offering would change their minds.
He could only shake his head at their refusal. Truthfully, it made him wonder if there was something supernatural about the way people carried history with them.
Centuries, no nigh on a millennia, supposedly at least, had passed since the Rhoynar settled the Isle of Women.
So much had changed in the Known World, one such change being The Doom, yet these people still remembered the actions of long dead Dragon Lords and the majority of the civilisation that committed its brutality on the Rhoynar as if it was only years ago.
The looks of hate, and anger and grief…
It was what it was. Let them rot on their barren rock until time itself unravelled.
The days passed on by easily, his days filled with his lessons with his sons, both in teaching them how to ride their dragons, which they'd started a few moons ago, earlier than previously planned but with the plan to move to Elamaerys sometime at the end of next year it was necessary to get his sons better bonds with their dragons ahead of the long trip where the dragons would be on barges for moons, and also in teaching them lessons in their areas of interest.
His younger children were also starting to be at an appropriate age to start formal lessons though Gael said she wished to be more involved in those lessons, at least for the girls.
In between his time spent with his children, whether that may be teaching or simply spending time, when he wasn't training the next group of Uthriks, he spent much of it at the port or with the council members.
The construction of the next set of galleons was at apace and the captains and crew of the galleons that were out at sea were almost ready to join the next trip to Elamaerys, likely being ready enough by the time the fleet returned from the journey in the next two moons with the aim to send the next wave of settlers, between four to six thousand people, half of whom only had their freedoms bought at the end of last year, would set out for Elamaerys in the tenth moon of 110 AC.
It would make it the fifth wave to Elamaerys since 109 AC and the fourth wave of settlers. Three thousand people in the first wave, almost another five thousand in second, hundreds of livestock and horses in the third, and recently, the fourth wave carried four thousand people, bringing the total number of settlers to twelve thousand souls.
Only recently has there been enough acreage of farmland been produced to support the colony, over fifteen thousand acres of farmland with another few thousands of acres of rice fields that are cultivated.
It marvelled Aegon to know how quickly things are progressing and how much more things were set to change in the next year or so. Already there were stone buildings made, granite and limestone having been located nearby the settlement, and the process to begin building homes based on the city plan he and the Builders had worked out would begin in the coming moons.
In Corinth, things were also not standing still. Their coffers were growing despite their constant spending, their treasury being over two million gold and silver coins, and with their recent trade agreements with Lys outside of purchasing slaves, he was expecting their trade to continue to grow over the next year and a half.
Speaking of growth…though the population was slowly shrinking, it would soon enough grow with the arrival of the first ten thousand children aged between four and two and twelve namedays in the next few weeks, a huge intake especially considering that all of them would be dependents on the people of Corinth.
They'd be able to deal with it, and if anything, the looming arrival seemed to have resolved his people to ensure it all goes smoothly, but it was still a huge ask and if proven to be more difficult than anticipated, it would affect their plans for the next thousands of children where they may take it slower.
Nevertheless, things were moving at a fast pace and would go even faster by the turn of the year where three more waves of settlers would arrive, including his own family.
Aegon was relatively sure that the secrecy of the situation would likely be lost well before he and his family made their way to Elamaerys but as far as Seleyse and Johanna know, none of the parties that concerned him the most knew anything related to Elamaerys, or at least knew not enough to be problematic to his schemes.
During those days as well, he spoke with Admiral Bryce about the progress of the finer details. Construction of lighthouses on the northern coast, Draconys and a few of the other islands were being planned for completion in the next year whilst the first foals were expected due in the next few weeks, something that Bryce was excited to comment on…like he had done in the previous two calls.
There were only three and ten dozen horses in Elamaerys presently and it was a point that Bryce often bemoaned and hinted they would prefer more to arrive soon.
He had to refuse the request though he promised to send some more in the wave after the next. Mayhaps by then the population would have grown substantially naturally.
Fortunately, it also seemed like the cattle, oxen, goats and chickens were acclimatising well to Elamaerys. No diseases were catching his people or the livestock by surprise though it seemed like the mosquitos and other insects were significant pests that'd need to be dealt with…somehow.
Speaking of pests, the clearing of predators was largely a success. The terror birds were more or less pushed out into the deeper forests and jungles in the interior and the lion-like and bear-like predators have not seen for moons.
As much as he may regret pushing animals into extinction, he knew that it was better for his people for there to be as few predators in the rural and urban lands to be. Once things were properly established, he would make an effort of it.
Though…
It would prove to be a little difficult given that the few lion-like and bear-like pelts they brought back were selling enormously well in the Far East…
Aegon and Bryce briefly discussed the next harvest and the plantation of more varied crops when the next thousands of acres of land were ready and tilled before Aegon ended the call and moved onto other things.
The days continued to pass, Aegon involving himself or Gael where needed, be it civil matters or project progresses such as the light-steel armour, and fortunately, their attentions were rarely needed for more than a brief time.
So much so that in the days that Aegon was freer than expected, when his training of men he could trust to act as his hand in the shadows like Uthrik or Seleyse, he began to write his books for his children, books of wisdom and knowledge for each of his children that they could lean on in his absence though he hoped they would not need for a long time, and spent the rest of the time with the Alchemist Guilds and Dorlund who now led the alchemists and the research.
The alchemists were more under his control with the…loss…of Fororlan, who had remained controlled because of his fear for him and not out of loyalty, and with the trauma of what happened with that…toadstone…Dorlund was more than willing to institute boundaries in the organisation itself which was growing more and more expansive in the matters of alchemy and magic.
Aegon wouldn't admit out loud but he was almost thankful of the Faith of the Seven's almost visceral disdain for magic. There wasn't anywhere near that level of disdain for magic in Corinth, thankfully the absence of Andal Septons and his family's almost messianic status did much to stymie that, but there was deep wariness and taboo about magic, which was about the level he wanted it to be.
Too much magic was a problem.
He was happy enough, for now. Dorlund knew of his desires to limit magic to a narrow path, one that viscerally hated all human sacrifice-based magic, and Dorlund agreed with the vision he had of what was acceptable and what was not.
Although…Aegon knew that Dorlund wanted to go a bit further, to explore ways to get rid of entities and oily black stone. He'd seen some of Dorlund's notes on the topic and Aegon was in two minds on it.
As much as Aegon wished he could get rid of them, honestly, he was uncertain of the kind of magic that would be needed to even harm them, let alone destroy them.
For now, Aegon would let Dorlund go in peace.
Mayhaps part of it was also because he hoped Dorlund would find a piece of wisdom or insight that would aid his own research into fused stone and Valyrian Steel, both of which had seemed to have hit insurmountable roadblocks.
Fused stone less so than Valyrian Steel, the steel he'd produced much closer to steel than they ever were to true Valyrian Steel, their sharpness and weight and indestructibility a pale fraction of the real thing, but even the fused stone he could make was a pale imitation.
He hoped his men would be able to pilfer the books from the Alchemist Guild in Volantis before they burned the building and the people down…
The days turned to weeks and it had been on an unremarkable day, one where he drilling with his army that a runner from the fortress came to get him on order from Gael.
He arrived back at their home and when he saw Gael in their bedroom, grim-faced with eyes gleaming with concern, he knew that it was severe.
"What's wrong?" Aegon asked with a concerned frown as he approached his wife who gestured towards the glass candle.
"Seleyse shared news with me." Gael told him. He'd taught Gael how to operate the glass candle and often took scheduled calls with Seleyse or even Bryce if he was too indisposed at the time.
"News from Runestone." Gael expanded and Aegon's eyes widened slightly before they quickly narrowed.
"Is Baelon dead?" Aegon asked sharply, a small bite of anger growing in his chest. He'd only met his little nephew once and though the bonds of family was not quite there, he did care for the boy…and he pitied him too.
A tempestuous father whose enemies you'd inherit and to top it all off, Baelon would most likely have to fight for his, his wife's and their children's survival.
That is if he makes it to adulthood, a prospect that wasn't as sure as it should be…
Sometimes he wondered if he was responsible for what the boy is…
"No, thank the Seven." Gael quickly said to him and Aegon felt relief wash over him. "But there was an attack on him and Lady Rhea whilst they were out hawking. Seleyse wasn't able to tell me much more than that."
"So they could be injured?" Aegon asked and Gael shrug her shoulders slightly.
"Or they could be fine. Seleyse said a raven had come from Runestone to inform Viserys on the matter but what else it said, she doesn't know."
Hmm…
It seemed like the servants in the Red Keep couldn't overhear anything more.
"I got Seleyse to return at the same time tomorrow and to see if she can anything more." Gael said and Aegon smiled briefly at her foresight though internally he was troubled.
"Bandits…" Aegon mused. Bandits nearby Runestone was unusual to say the least. There was little around Runestone and it was some way off the path of the Vale trade routes. It was sheep and farm country, as Daemon would say albeit far more crudely.
"Do you think…?" Gael trailed off and he met her eyes.
"Even if it isn't, many will think the Hightowers had a hand in it." Aegon said with a sigh. The older both Baelon and Rhaenyra get, the more attention there is on them. From a practical point of view, Baelon living is a constant threat to the Hightowers, in a way that magnifies the validity of Rhaenyra's claim by Westerosi customs, at least in the eyes of the nobility who could stomach a Queen with a Targaryen King-Consort, but it also misses one big factor.
"And I'm doubtful that it is the Hightowers doing. Daemon still lives and I have little doubt who he would blame. And you know what Daemon would do." Aegon said to Gael and she nodded slightly with a grim smile on her face.
The Hightower would burn…that was for sure. Daemon was many things but those he loved, he loved deeply. Viserys and their father Baelon had been certainly those who Daemon loved deeply. And Baelon the Younger was the last but not least that wormed into Daemon's heart.
He may hate Rhea, but he could not hate a son that looked just like him even if it came from her.
"Could it be the Royce cousins?" Gael pondered.
Aegon shook his head "I don't know. I would not put it past them. Envy does many things to the hearts of men." Wouldn't be the first nor the last time family killed one another to get what they believe should be theirs.
"Pettiness too…" Gael said with a sigh "It could be the Triarchy just as easily."
Yes…yes it could be though he doubted that.
To attack Baelon to strike at Daemon would be…unwise but he supposed with the enemies Baelon and Daemon have, it was possible that they figured that striking at Baelon would not affect them overly much. "We won't know for some time…if at all." Aegon added and he doubted Rhea would be receptive now when she hadn't been before.
The letter she sent back when he had his men deliver gifts to his nephew had been cold and terse, thanking him for his words but ultimately telling him to fuck off in the politest terms possible, and now that her son was no longer in danger but instead under actual threat should their fears be right…
"I feel helpless." Gael admits to him and Aegon knew that she meant more than this situation. It seemed like their family back home had lost a north star and they were aimlessly out at sea, under attack atop the sea and underneath it.
And they were flying in the skies above, able to help but unable…or unwilling to do so lest they get tangled in the situation. And Aegon was not so sure their little family could get out unscathed if they tried to help. Not in this moment.
Aegon moved to her and envelops her in a hug. "I know…" Aegon murmured quietly as she snaked her arms around him.
For a few moments they remained in silence until Gael broke it suddenly. "I hated my father sometimes. He could be so cold and detached and dismissive."
Aegon didn't say anything and simply listened.
"And mother…sometimes she'd be so…overbearing, so much so that I now realise I was suffocating." Gael said before she continued. "But…" Gael said with a sigh.
"But I never felt like they were ever out of control. Even when they were fighting or when they grew older and Aemon and Baelon died, I never thought they were out of control. They always managed to find a way to keep control. Even if they weren't together. Even when our family was at odds with one another."
Gael was silent once more for some time.
"But I feel like ever since father died, I have not felt it. I feel it even less as the days pass…I'm not sure I even know what I mean…" Gael said with a shake of her head against his chess.
"I understand where you're coming from. Jaehaerys was a pillar that kept on standing and even at his lowest, he was able to keep our family from fragmenting or go to war with one another." Looking back on the Great Council and back on what he managed to achieve, it looks ever better in hindsight.
And Viserys…Viserys was many things but a pillar he was not.
"I'll do what I can." Aegon said after a few moments of silence. If he'd lived long enough to see the Dance, he'd already promised to himself to restore order in Westeros. Maybe it would be better to be a bit more proactive…
If not for their his nephews and nieces, at least for Gael.