A Short Story |If Prince Aegon Targaryen lives
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Long time ago, a prince by the name of Rhaegar Targaryen had fallen in love with a young maiden by the name of Lyanna Stark. The maiden has too fallen in love with the man but she unfortunately, had already been betrothed to her brother's best friend by the name of Robert Baratheon. Rhaegar and Lyanna had decided to run away together, starting one of the most brutal wars in all of Westeros, known as Robert's Rebellion. The war would officially end when The Mad King, Aerys Targaryen had been stabbed through the heart by his own Hand, Jamie Lannister in order to stop him from setting all of King's Landing ablaze with a substance, known as Wildfire. During the war, Rhaegar would be murdered by Robert striking him in the chest with his giant hammer whilst Lyanna would die giving birth to their son: Aegon Targaryen, The Sixth of his name
In order to protect their only son from Robert's wrath, Lyanna's dying wish would be for her fallen husband's younger brother, Viserys to take the child with him when he fled to Essos with his pregnant mother. When Rhaella Targaryen would parish giving birth to Daenerys, Viserys was left to raise two children on his own whilst being forced to live in hiding, in poverty. Viserys would raise young Aegon as if he were his own child. He would tell him stories of their ancestors every night. However, he grew to resent Daenerys for the death of their mother and would often mistreat her as a result of his resentment towards her. Aegon would grow up to be spoiled with Viserys often referring to him as The Realm's Delight whilst Daenerys would grow up to be meek and timid.
In
spite of his spoils, Aegon often found himself longing for something
more, something that was always just out of reach, Freedom. All of his
life, Aegon along with his aunt and uncle would constantly.live in fear,
forced to move on several occasions in order to avoid Robert's
assassins. Aegon never truly knew what home was as a result. He may have
been a King but he never truly felt like one. No King should have to
live in fear after all.
However,
Viserys had a plan: He would trade his younger sister, Daenerys to a
Dothraki Khal to wife in exchange for an army. With an army of savages
at his disposal, Viserys planned to take back his nephew's birthright
for him As Viserys discussed the details with his Hand, Jorah Mormont,
Aegon found himself tuning out their conversation in favor of
entertaining himself with his own thoughts. Aegon began to daydream of
finally getting return to his rightful home and to sit upon a Throne
made up of the thousand blades of his ancestors' enemies. He would never have to live in hiding again if he were a feared King like his grandfather.
"What if I don't want to be his Queen?!" Aegon was then snapped out of his thoughts by his aunt's protests.
"Well,
what is it that you want then, sweet sister?" Viserys attempted in vain
to hide his irritation behind a mask of sincerity.
"I
just want to go home..." Was Daenerys' reply as the poor girl fought
back tears. In response, Viserys gently caressed her cheek.
"I
wish to go home too, sweet sister...That is why I am willing to let the
Khal, all of his men and even their horses have their way with you in
order to achieve that..." Viserys then spat, much to Aegon and Jorah's
discomfort before roughly grabbing Daenerys' hand in order to lead her
over to the front steps of their current abode. When Khal Drogo rode up
to the small palace upon his mighty stallion, Aegon perked up with pure
interest as he felt a small chill of fear rush down his spine at The
Khal's intense glare. As Khal Drogo began to examine the appearance of
his new wife, Aegon began to examine The Khal's appearance as if he were
witnessing a real dragon being reborn: Muscular, hairy and covered in
tribal tattoos
Aegon would bet his crown that Khal Drogo never had to
live in fear once in his life. After taking a good look at Daenerys,
Khal Drogo then rode away without a single word.
"Where is he going?! Does he like her?!" Viserys demanded as he anc Aegon watched The Khal leave with utter confusion.
"Oh,
we would know if he didn't like her..." Aegon found himself shuttering
once again at Jorah's words as he found himself wishing that he were
Khal Drogo instead of the beggar King that he currently was. A few days
later, followed the ceremony of which Daenerys Targaryen would be wed to
Khal Drogo. Aegon watched with pure intrigue as The Dothraki fought to
the death for their entertainment.
"It's
not a true Dothraki Wedding unless at least three people die..." Jorah
remarked as Viserys looked on with an expression of judgement. decided
to himself that he would ask the winning warrior to teach him how to
fight like that once the Wedding had ended. Aegon was already beginning
to fantasize about defending himself against Robert's assassins when
Jorah approached with a small box of which contained what appeared to be
three, dragon eggs.
"Are those?" Aegon began with a look of fascination as
he had recognized the objects from the illustrations in the books that
Viserys would often read to him.
"Petrified,
dragon eggs! A bit of a Wedding present for the new Khalisi..." Jorah
explained even though Aegon seemed to take up more of an interest in the
eggs than his aunt seemed to.
"Will
they hatch?" Aegon then asked as he reached for the green egg. feeling
an instant connection to its energy. If he had a dragon, nobody would
ever try to harm him again.
"I
am afraid not...they're fossils, they've been turned to stone..." Jorah
explained, much to Aegon's disappointment as the raven-haired man
reluctantly placed the egg back into the case. Whilst Daenerys was in
the process of being defiled by her new husband, Aegon would remove the
green egg from its case once again and place it upon the hot coals
within the tent he was currently sharing with Viserys.
"What are you doing?!" Viserys demanded with mild irritation. starling Aegon out of his train of thought
"I
was just.." Aegon began as he turned to face his uncle, having
forgotten completely that he had heen sitting upon the stack of pillows behind him.
"You heard, Mormont; those things are never going to
hatch..." Viserys reminded. Aegon let out a sigh and without thinking,
he removed the egg from the coals with his bare hands.
"No!
You idiot! Don't you know how hot those coals are!" Viserys quickly got
up to smack the stone egg from his nephewş hands. He then grabbed
Aegon's wrists in order to assess his nephew's injuries only to find
that there were no burns.
"You need to be more careful! You are our King after all!" Viseryś then scolded in spite of his mild confusion.
"Yes,
uncle..." Aegon timidly agreed with a sigh of defeat. As the weeks went
by, Daenerys slowly grew to fall in love with her new husband. Her and
Aegon had really begun to embrace The Dothraki culture. Whilst Doreah
taught Daenerys how to truly pleasure her husband, Aegon learned The
Dothraki way of fighting, soon becoming one of the strongest warriors
amongst the tribe. Aegon had even taken on a few, tribal tattoos and had
allowed his new, warrior companions to braid his hair.
However,
Viserys was not adapting to The Dothraki's way of life so The Dothraki
Warriors would often antagonize Viserys for being so uptight and in severe cases, would even beat him.
Daenerys had even lashed out at him, having had enough of his abuse
towards her. She had threatened to cut off his hands. Viserys would
later get back at her by slipping milk of the poppy into her drink and
causing her to miscarry her unborn child with Khal Drogo. Both Daenerys
and Khal Drogo would be devastated by the loss, much to Viserys'
satisfaction.
However,
Viserys would soon turn his resentment towards Aegon as the days passed.
Had Aegon never been born, they may have never had to go into hiding,
there may have never been a war in the first place and more importantly,
Viserys would have been the King. Viserys was convinced that his nephew
had ruined his life and had stolen his birthright. Furthermore, Viserys
was convinced that Aegon The Sixth must die. One night, whilst Aegon
had been attempting to hatch the green, dragon egg once again, Viserys
would sneak up behind his nephew with the golden egg in hand and would
use it to knock his nephew unconscious.
Viserys
would then take his revenge upon Khal Drogo by poisoning his food with
nightshade berries. Viserys would later enter the tent just as Daenerys
was in the process in sobbing over the cold body of her deceased husband.
"What's the matter, sweet sister?" Viserys would then
ask her with a menacing tone before his sister by the hair and dragging
her out of the tent along with the corpse of Khal Drogo. To Daenerys'
horror, she saw that Aegon had been tied to the funeral pyre that
Viserys had built in advance for the corpse of Khal Drogo. Resting
within Aegon's lap had been the three, stone, dragon eggs that Aegon had
been so obsessed with. After placing the corpse of Khal Drogo upon the
pyre, Viserys then tied his struggling sister to the pyre as well just
as Aegon had begun to awaken.
"Stop!"
Jorah attempted to rescue Daenerys and Aegon only for Viserys to shove
the frail, old man to the ground with ease. The other Dothraki soon
began to emerge from their tents upon hearing the commotion.
"Behold!
I Viserys Targaryen, Second of my name, have single- handedly killed
your Khal! I am your new King! I am the dragon's son and I swear to you
that all who oppose me will die screaming!" Viserys then announced to
the crowd of Dothraki with a newfound madness as the entire tribe began
to weep with despair
"You will never hear me scream!" Aegon defiantly retorted as he struggled against his bindings.
"I will!" Viserys spat before returning his attention to the tribe.
"But
it is not your screams want... Only your lives..." Viserys then coldly
announced before using his torch to set the pyre ablaze. Just as Aegon
had promised, neither he nor Daenerys would scream even as they were
both engulfed by the flames. Jorah looked on in horror as Viserys
grinned with malice at what was left of his family seemingly being
burned alive.
The
following morning, nothing more remained of the funeral pyre than a
small pile of ash. To everyone's surprise, Aegon and Daenerys sat
amongst the ashes. They were both completely naked but unharmed as both
of them glared up at the horrified Viserys. In her hands, Daenerys held a
black, dragon hatchling and a golden, dragon hatchling whilst a green,
dragon hatchling began to crawl up Aegon's back, soon perching himself
upon his shoulder.
"Blood
of my blood..." Jorah then knelt before Aegon and Daenerys whilst The
Dothraki Tribe followed suit. The green hatchling stood tall, flapping
his small wings as he began to screech in response.
"Stop it! Stop kneeling at once! I have slain your Khall am the rightful King!" Viserys
demanded only for two, Dothraki Soldiers to restrain him. Viserys
screamed in pain as the soldiers broke both of his arms in the process.
"Dracarys..."
Aegon coldly spoke a simple command as he glared at his traitorous
uncle with a look of pure hatred. Viserys had once sworn to protect him
and now, he had just tried to kill him, just as their common enemies
have always tried to do. In response to Aegon's command, the green
hatchling released a small puff of smoke.
"Danny! Please!" Viserys tearfully begged his sister for mercy that would never come.
"Dracarys."
Daenerys followed Aegon's lead with a High Valyrian command for dragon
fire of her own. On command, all three hatchlings then began to breathe
fire upon Viserys, the silver-haired man wailing in agony as he was
burned alive.
"He was no dragon "Aegon remarked as he watched the charred corpse of his uncle fall to the ground
"Fire Cannot kill a Dragon. "Daenerys agreed.
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