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      Published: 2017-08-25 Updated: 2017-12-20 Chapters: 12/70 Words: 68694
****** Conquerors Come Again ******
by Akky_Valor_Eagle
Summary
     Visenya Targaryen, the result of a joining that caused thousands upon
     thousands of deaths. Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen had been
     careless, some even say Elia Martell encouraged Rhaegar to take the
     Stark girl for she could no longer bear children after Aegons
     difficult birth, but Ser Barristan was quietly thankful, having grown
     attached to the Stark and the children she gave Rhaegar. Barristan
     however, along with his other Kingsguard, can agree on Viserys.
     Viserys is rumored the Mad King come again, some say that’s why
     Rhaegar had him sent to Essos, though the formal reason was to
     strengthen relations with the free cities.
     /FEMALE JON SNOW = VISENYA TARGARYEN\
Notes
     Howdy everyone, we won't go on too much before you start your
     reading, but we are looking for some help with smut and an editor!
     Please comment here if you're interested in it. Thank's for reading!
     For those wondering, future chapters ( after this one and the next )
     will have 2 POV's only. These first couple were more or less test
     runs with our group and also setups and introductions
     Updates will be every week/ two weeks
***** Introductions *****
                               Visenya Targaryen
Visenya was not bothered by how Elia, Aegon and Rhaenys ignore her. Instead she
had spent her time with her mother Lyanna, her sister Vaella and her aunt
Daenerys, even the Kingsguard spent more time with her now that she was older
and had taken an interest in swords.
“Ser Arthur!” Visenya calls sweetly to her favorite knight. “Would you ride
with me along the beach?”
Ser Arthur gave a chuckle and responded with a dutiful “Of course, Princess”.
Taking Visenya’s arm, the Sword of the Morning led the young Targaryen from the
Red Keep’s gardens, down through the corridors of the immense castle and to the
stables.
As the princess and her knight mounted their steeds, they departed with a small
retinue of Targaryen men-at-arms behind them, close enough to protect their
lady should the need arise, but not close enough to intrude on any conversation
between the Princess and her Kingsguard. Visenya led the party through the
streets of King’s Landing, keeping her nose covered to avoid the stench of the
ever growing City. Many of the smallfolk like Visenya, she always made a point
to ensure that food was distributed to the poor in times of famine, and fresh
bread from the bakers sent to orphanages around the city. Others however,
despise her and looked at her as the reason they lost Husbands, Sons, Fathers
and Cousins. She ignored them in public of course, for what Princess of the
Targaryen dynasty would allow words to hurt her in front of thousands of her
subjects? But in truth, she thought over the curses she heard, the poisoned
looks she received, and worst of all the things men say they’d do if they were
alone with her. Visenya didn’t choose to be born from the union that killed
thousands upon thousands of innocents, but she was.
The Party finally reached the Mud Gate, the smell now improved from shit to
fish. Ser Arthur motions four of the guardsmen, and they move ahead to free the
gate for the Princess. The latter currently being distracted by a fish stand
with two young children, no more than three and ten years of age. The children,
with thin bodies, were trying to sell fish to the people wandering around, but
they were overshadowed by the booming voices of older merchants. Visenya rode
to the children's stand, her retinue making a circle around her whilst Ser
Arthur kept his position to her left side.
“Hello sweetlings, where’s your parents?” Visenya asked the children in a
motherly tone.
The children were silent, looking at her in awe and observing her distinct
Valyrian features. Her Silver hair and Violet eyes accented by very pale yet
beautiful skin.
“You’re a Princess!” the girl-child squeaks out.
Visenya giggles at the statement. “And you look like a beautiful warrior
Princess from the stories of old, my dear girl.”
The other child, a boy with a guarded expression, watches the encounter.
Switching his sight between Ser Arthur, her guards, and his sister.
“Is that strong young man your brother sweetling?” Visenya asks to the girl,
with a large smile as she nods towards the young lad.
“Yes! He catches all these fishies and brings them to sell, mother is gone and
fathers sick...would you any like fish Princess?” the girl replies going from
excited, to sad and finally hopeful.
“Of course, I’ll have Ser Polyvar and Ser Duran take you on a pony ride to the
Red Keep, wait for me in the banquet hall and I’ll bring sweets for us to
share.”
The Knights take the children on their horses and turn back, headed for the Red
Keep. The children giggling the whole while, putting a smile on Visenya’s face.
The mood of the escort was a joyful one as they rode the children back to the
Red Keep.
Visenya finally rides out the gates of the city, inhaling the fresh air of the
ocean. As the Princess galloped her way to the edge of the water, she reflected
on the cool air and breeze, welcomingly accepted after the stuffy and dower
halls of the Red Keep she was often held in. She had often come to the seaside
to clear her head from her family or the nobles in court. More often than not
however, it was due to Aegon or Rhaenys.
“Ser Arthur, I know you and the other Kingsguard are cautious when training me
with the sword, but I’m no longer a child” Visenya pauses, skipping a rock
across the water, before continuing “Besides, not only am I a woman grown, but
father named me Visenya for a reason. I should be a warrior like my namesake.”
she ends with anger in her tone, though not directed at Ser Arthur.
“Princess, it would please me greatly to train you, but your father has
expressed his opinion. If he’ll allow it then we will train you every day so
long as you’re interested and willing.” Ser Arthur replied, with a small proud
smile at his lips.
Visenya gave a nod to Ser Arthur and the two continued on their trek of the
beach, pausing every so often to collect various rocks and shells from the sea
shore that the princess found appealing.
Ser Arthur watched the Princess, he knew why she had them go on this ride, she
did it often and the Kingsguard always accompanied her. Often enough in the Red
Keep someone mentioned the failed Robert’s Rebellion, of which her parents and
her birth had been a catalyst. Princess Visenya was often looked at with hate,
a living reminder of that bloody war that had happened fifteen years ago.
However this hatred was nothing compared to her own mother, Queen Lyanna, who
was known to be despised by most of Dorne. According to them, she had taken the
King's love, and made the realm bleed for her own vain reasons. Visenya’s birth
had been an insult to top the war off. Thankfully her younger sister, Vaella,
often was not even mentioned let alone hated like her sister.
Visenya suddenly snaps her head up as Ser Arthur turns, ready for a fight upon
seeing her so startled. However the Kingsguard relaxed when it was just more of
the Royal Family. He looked back at Visenya, no longer seeing her startled
expression, but in its place was one of anger. Among the Royal Family were the
two he knew she disliked the most, her elder half-siblings, Aegon and Rhaenys.
Aegon rode with Rhaenys to Visenya’s retinue, his own guards in tow.
“Hello Dear Sister, I see you’re enjoying the weather today.” Aegon says with a
smirk on his face, next to him Rhaenys let out a small laugh.
Visenya looked from one to the other for a few moments before replying
emotionlessly. “Yes my beloved Brother, I was. I’ll leave it to you and our
beautiful Sister, I’m feeling peckish after such a long ride.”
The Princess rode past them as soon as she finished her explanation, her head
down and her party following her.
Aegon was angry at her departure, for he knew what she didn’t. She belongs to
him now, it’s his duty to protect her, to love her and to please her. Though
Aegon had always enjoyed teasing and belittling her for fun. Rhaenys thought it
was cute the way Aegon suddenly wanted to get closer with the announcement
coming soon, just as she thought her little sister was cute.
Visenya set the pace to a sprint once she passed the Mud Gate and kept that
pace until she was dismounting her horse back at the red keep. She made her way
to the kitchens, dismissing the looks she received from the cooks and kitchen
wenches as she grabbed Lemoncakes and Candied Plums. She then took off to the
banquet hall, seeing the two common children at a table with the two knights
she assigned to them, but they weren’t alone.
With them, telling tales and laughing, was her father King Rhaegar Targaryen.
She made her way over to them and sat down, giving the children the sweets when
she was settled. Her night ended listening to her father tell tales of love, as
he did when she was a child.
    ______________________________________________________________________
When she awoke, the sound of her mother and father speaking was softly audible
from outside her door.
“Rhaegar please, don’t do this.” the muffled voice of Queen Lyanna pleaded. The
voice of King Rhaegar spoke up, surpassing his wife's words.
“Lyanna my love, do not fret so. It was foreseen, the dragon must have three
heads.” he said with his usual calm tone.
Visenya chose that moment to close her eyes again, sinking back under the soft
blankets, trying to pretend that she had not just heard her parents. Moments
passed before she heard her door click and open, she then felt pressure on
either side of her bed.
“Visenya, my beautiful Visenya, are you awake? We have something for you.”
Rhaegar said as he lightly shook his daughter’s shoulder.
“Yes Father?” Visenya answered sleepily as she rose from the covers of her bed.
Stretching her arms above her head and looking between her parents with a tired
smile. Rhaegar returning it with more happiness then she’d seen in awhile,
Lyanna however, game a smile that barely tugged upwards.
“Your Mother and I had this necklace made for you, but before we give it to you
we have this letter from your Uncle Eddard.” Rhaegar handed her the letter and
waited for her to open and read it.
Princess Visenya,
We’re all so happy for you, we’re already likely at Riverrun by the time you’re
reading this. We’ve never met in person, I realize, but if your mother's
letters are correct than you’re more like her than Rhaegar. Arya and you will
get along well I think, though I do hope you and her don’t get along too well,
I fear it wouldn’t bode well for your mother, myself or any Nobles currently in
Kings Landing. We hope to be there a sennight before your wedding.
Dearest Wishes,
 Your Uncle Eddard
Visenya enjoyed the thought of her cousins visiting, before the realization
stunned her into silence, moments passing before she chokes out. “My Wedding,
Father?”
“Yes Visenya, like your namesake you will wed Aegon, as will Rhaenys.” Rhaegar
replies with a happy and hopeful expression. The latter emotion towards her
reaction to this announcement.
Emotions changed rapidly on Visenya’s face, from disbelief, to sadness and
finally anger. “Father, I will not marry Aegon.” Visenya hisses.
Rhaegar's expression shifted to annoyance for a brief moment, before it settled
back to his usual blank expression. “You will.” he commanded simply, leaning in
to kiss her forehead, then dropping the necklace on her bed, before turning and
leaving the room closing the door with a frightful slam as he did.
“Mother, I beg of you. Aegon is horrible to me, please don’t make me marry
him!” Visenya pleaded as tears began to well up in her eyes.
Lyanna pulled her daughter into her arms and held Visenya, kissing her hair.
Trying her best to comfort her daughter. “I’m sorry sweetling, your father is
set on this, if I could sway him I would.”
Lyanna, after holding her daughter for what felt like hours, kisses her hair
one last time and moves to exit the chamber.
Visenya laid back onto her bed, and entered a restless state. When she finally
fell asleep she dreamt of her and Rhaenys with swollen bellies while young
children were chased by Aegon. She didn’t want that life.
    ______________________________________________________________________
                           The Small Council Chamber
The Small Council sat in their chamber as they waited for the King and his
hand. It had been a rocky few years since Robert’s Rebellion and in that time
many of the council members had been replaced.
Grand Maester Pycelle had met an unfortunate end at the hands of King Aerys II,
who in his madness thought Pycelle a traitor to the Iron Throne and roasted him
alive in front of the entire court. After the Mad King’s passing, Maester
Ebrose had taken Pycelle’s place with dignity and wisdom that was unlike his
predecessor.
The previous Master of Ships, Lord Lucerys Velaryon, had been lost at sea
during a terrible storm not a year ago, so his position had been handed to the
unlikely candidate that was Lord Captain Victarion Greyjoy of the Iron Islands.
The Master of Coin which had once been occupied by Lord Qarlton Chelsted, but
like Pycelle, he had met a gruesome fate at the hand of Aerys the Mad when it
was found that the Master of Coin had been stealing funds right out of the
royal coffers, his punishment was the “mercy” of having molten gold poured down
his cavernous gullet until he lay dead at the foot of the Iron Throne.
Tywin Lannister had been given the honor of serving as the replacement Master
of Coin, a demotion and a slight in the eyes of the Old Lion as it denied him
his coveted seat as Hand of the King.
Varys, the ever illusive Spider, had remained in his post as Master of Whispers
since his initial appointment. As it was said that no one in the Seven
Kingdoms, nay the world could have as much reach as him.
Many considered Lord Symond Staunton lucky to have retired as Master of Laws
almost
days after Rhaegar's ascension to the Iron Throne. To fill that niche, the King
had put his brother-in-law Oberyn Martell, the legendary Red Viper of Dorne, in
the vacant seat.
“A letter arrived from Castle Black last night.” Ebrose said as Tywin gave a
huff. “More requests from that senile bear Jeor over his lack of recruits?” The
Old Lion sneered as he adjusted himself in his seat, his glare never breaking
from the seat of the Hand of the King. The title he had once held in better
days.
The door to the Council Chambers opened and in came King Rhaegar accompanied by
his Hand, Jon Connington, and Prince Aegon, who had begun to attend the council
meetings as practice for his own time as king. Rhaegar sat himself down at the
foot of the council table, in his hands was a worn roll of parchment. His
purple eyes hawkishly reading the words which seemed to cause the King’s pout
to become a scowl. “Connington, inform them…” the King said to his hand as
Connington was handed the letter by Rhaegar and began to read it aloud to the
council.
To all the Lords and Noble men of Westeros,
The Night's Watch implores you to heed our warnings.
Something is astir beyond the wall, but not as we have seen for hundreds of
years past.
From a captured wildling we extracted tales I wished to have never reported.
The King Beyond the Wall has risen again and he rides south, with a host beyond
reckoning. An army of wildlings marches forth thousands, perhaps tens of
thousands strong, with something I believe far worse on their tails. Prepare
your defenses my lords. For the Wildlings are coming.
Signed Jeor Mormont,
Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, Castle Black
As Connington finished Tywin was the first to speak “My lord, you cannot
believe such falsities, this is probably a ploy by that old Lord-Commander to
waste steel and food on thieves and rapists.” As Tywin finished, the Iron
Captain and the Master of Fleets threw fuel on the fires of doubt.
“A King Beyond the Wall...Ha! What is next? An invasion from the Sunset Sea by
a horde of grumkins and snarks riding krakens? The Wildlings are too busy
ripping into each other to follow a leader, much less amass a hoard of such
strength that it could break past the Wall!” Victarion exclaimed with a
restrained chuckle at his own words.
Oberyn stroked his chin as he contemplated what to say. “Yes, it may be an
unconfirmed report from a man who has not felt the touch of a woman for years,
but we cannot let such warnings be ignored. It is better to be safe now than
have regret in the future…” came the words of the Red Viper, thinking that for
this time he would stand by his brother in-law (despite his betrayal with the
Stark Bitch).
“Varys, what can you make of this?” Rhaegar asked to the bald Master of
Whispers who shuffled his hands inside his robes.
“The Wildlings are an unpredictable folk, my King...They repeatedly fight among
themselves for even scraps. If a single leader has managed to unite them, it is
no doubt this so-called King Beyond The Wall has his fair share of rivals. For
all we know they could collapse tomorrow and we would be none the wiser…” The
Spider finished.
The Grand Maester then began his own argument. “I agree with the Spider. This
is a threat beyond our reach that could fall apart at the drop of one man. It
would be folly to waste resources and men sending them beyond the wall.” Ebrose
noted as he repeatedly read the letter over and over in his hands.
“Connington, Aegon, what of you?” The King asked as the Hand kept his eyes on
the letter before clearing his throat.
“These are unverified reports, my King. It casts more than just a simple shadow
of doubt. While I wish to take Jeor’s words at face value, according to them,
these numbers come from the mouth of a wilding, who may have embellished their
numbers to unnerve the Night's Watch. If anything it is best for us to stay put
for the time being.” The Hand finished confidently.
Aegon spoke his mind with “The Watch has stood vigil for thousands of years,
why not heed them in their time of need?”. This debate rapidly dissolved into
arguments and mudslinging between the Small Council members, a minute of chaos
passed before Rhaegar raised his voice commanding the council to order.
“It seems debate is not what will solve this problem, so let us put this to a
vote. All those in favor say aye…” At the King's words Oberyn, Hightower and
the Prince said “Aye”
along with their King.
“And those opposed?” Tywin, Victarion, Varys, Ebrose and Connington said in
unison “Nay”
The vote to help the Night’s Watch would fall on deaf ears.
    ______________________________________________________________________
                               Visenya Targaryen
She stood outside her brother’s chambers, sheer anger gripping her. She would
confront him, make him know what she feelt of him.I will speak and he will
listen, whether he likes it or not. Visenya stoked to herself as her hand
gripped around the handle and wretched the door open. She entered quickly,
slamming it behind her and staring at Aegon with nothing but anger, he however
seemed quite amused by this.
“Ah, sweet sister. What brings you to my chambers?.” Aegon said with his usual
welcoming smile as he set down the book he was reading and rose from his lavish
bed. Visenya’s hands clenched into fists as she steeled herself for what she
was about to say.
“Aegon, Father says I’m to marry you, and he’ll get what he wants as he always
does. Just know, you’ll not have me willingly, you’ll have to rape me.” she
sneers with a defiant look upon her face.
“And what did I do to deserve waking your dragon, dear sister?” Aegon snickered
before continuing. “Or are you just acting this way because you think I may
treat Rhaenys with more attention than you?” Aegon said before laughing at his
own words, whilst he laughed she moved to slap him, and it connected with a
loud crack. Aegon puts a hand to his cheek in disbelief before grabbing her and
throwing her onto his bed.
“I do not wish to be cruel to you, Sister, but if you strike me again I must
strike back, to defend myself.” He said with a stern tone, scolding her as you
would a child as his eyes narrowed on her in his bed, noticing now she was in a
sheer nightdress.
“Oh? So worried of a sister a head shorter than you? Maybe I should be the heir
and you the wench to be married off!” Visenya said with bravado as Aegon’s
smirk was wiped off his face.
“Visenya, do you think I asked for the marriage? It was father, it’s always
father.” Aegon said, dropping all pretense of joking around. He sounded honest,
like he truly did not know what he had done.
Visenya goes from angry to surprised that her brother would finally take her
serious, she recovers and sneers out. “I know you spoke to Father about our
Marriage. I’d even expected you and Rhaenys to marry, but for you to drag me
into this as well, how greedy and lust filled are you, Brother.“
“Oh Visenya, my lovely young sister.” Aegon began, walking towards the bed with
her on it. “Father had planned for you and our dear sister Rhaenys to be my
wives ever since you both were born, it’s just now he’s telling you.” Aegon
then takes a seat on the side of the bed closest to her, reaching over to
Visenya who shrinks back, fearing retaliation for her striking of him earlier.
The Prince realizes this and opens his palm to her, as you would a frightened
animal. Visenya sees him slowly inching towards her and hisses at him. “Aegon,
I’ll marry you, but if you force me to do anything with you, you’ll regret ever
being born with a cock.” She then jumps off the far side of the bed and flees
his chambers.
He looks at her fleeing form, then turns back to the indention she left in his
bed. Aegon knew he shouldn’t feel the way he does about his sisters, maybe it’s
the Targaryen blood, or maybe he’s as sick and greedy as Visenya says he is.
But he knows he’ll fix this and treat his sisters well. They’ll see, he thought
to himself with determination.
Upon her hasty exit of Aegon's chambers, Visenya sees Rhaenys walking down the
halls with Ser Jonathan Darry and Ser Lewyn Martell. Visenya moved to walk past
them in her disheveled appearance, thinking Rhaenys would jump to a wrong
conclusion of what had just happened in Aegon’s chambers. Rhaenys having none
of that, pulled her Sister into her arms and kissed her on each cheek.
“Sister, how lovely it is to see you!” Rhaenys beamed with a smile upon her
angelic face.
“Rhaenys.” Visenya huffs indignantly. “I’m not a child, you can’t just handle
me like that where the courtiers could see.” Rhaenys giggles, the two
Kingsguard share a small bout of laughter as well.
“Oh, Senya you’re no fun” Rhaenys pouts, until a devious smirk appears on her
face. “Do tell Sister, what you were doing in our innocent Brothers room?”
“Innocent? I was informing our brother what the boundaries will be in our…
Marriage.” Visenya spits the word out, much to Rhaenys amusement.
“Oh, I suppose I’ll have to comfort him” Rhaenys then snickers out “No doubt
our brother is fretting a life of deprivation in our marriage.”
Visenya enjoys a laugh before rethinking her conversation with Aegon. She
continues on silently, leaving her sister and the Kingsguard looking at her
retreating figure.
    ______________________________________________________________________
“Vaella, would you care to go for a stroll down to the River Gate?” asked
Visenya to her younger sister with a smile upon her face.
“That sounds wonderful Visenya, will we be bringing Ser Grandfather?” Vaella
responds with a childlike joy, breaking away from her doodling and jumping up
to hug Visenya.
“We can bring Ser Barristan and Ser Whent” Visenya says nodding to the two
Kingsguard. Ser Barristan smiling the whole time steps forward and gives his
arm to Princess Vaella while a more stoic Ser Whent locks arms with Princess
Visenya, the Kingsguard lead their Princesses through the courtyard and to the
gate of the Red Keep. The Kingsguard nod to the men controlling it, as the gate
slowly raises Ser Whent begins calling for men to accompany them for the walk
that’ll take them through River Row. Visenya, wanting a peaceful stroll, takes
and lowers Ser Whents arm.
“Princess, while I’m more than confident in our ability to protect you and your
sister, if too many came at us we wouldn’t be able to properly keep an eye on
you.” Ser Whent states with a strict air.
“Ser, we’ll have our hoods up, just as you and Ser Barristan will have cloaks
on as well. This is just a peaceful walk through the city.” Declares Visenya
confidently. Not wanting a retinue to ruin her walk as they so often do.
Ser Whent gives in with a small nod, Visenya taking that as a victory, breaks
the conversation Ser Barristan and Vaella were having. “Come Vaella, let’s
begin our walk.” Visenya says, smiling at her younger sister.
“Of course Visenya” replies Vaella with a smile as large as her sisters.
Vaella locks her arm with Visenya's and leads her sister at a brisk pace, eager
for their walk to the River Gate to gaze upon pretty items collected off the
shoreline by the commoners. The two Kingsguard not three feet behind them,
constantly scanning the streets for signs of danger. The further they go from
the Red Keep, especially this late in the evening, the more rugged the people
look, the air has the stench of dead and rotting fish, those that don’t sell in
the day are often left out for stray animals.
As the group nears the River Gate, they pass a small patrol of Goldcloaks. The
men pay no attention to the four ‘commoners’. Ser Barristan, surveying the
potential angles of attack notices a small, very vicious looking group of men
staring at him and the Princesses.
“Daughters, perhaps we should turn around, this area appears to be quite
rough.” Ser Barristan whispers in an urgent tone to the Princesses.
“Nonsense-” Visenya began, but was cut off by Ser Whent pulling her back out of
reach from a large man, with a dark smile on his face with hungry eyes, in the
process she knocks into her sister Vaella, causing both girls hoods to fall as
they stumble.
“Targaryens!” Shouts a ragged man further ahead of them, the group just now
realizing in their shock, the Princesses hoods had fallen, revealing their
Silver hair and Violet eyes for all to see. Men began pushing towards them from
all directions, shouting obscenities, few try to defend the Princesses but are
pushed away. The Kingsguard, fearing for their Princesses, fling off their
cloaks, unsheathing their swords not a moment later. They push the girls
between them, attempting to shield them from the dozens and dozens of men
coming for them.
Right before they could reach them however, a band of armored men came pouring
out of an inn, wearing a strangely familiar insignia on their breastplates.
They began surrounding the party of four, weapons drawn and facing the crowd.
“Step back from the Princesses!” Boomed a young man's voice, his armor a
gleaming polished silver accented by red trim, next to him stood what they
could only call a giant of a man in foreboding black armor.
With these men now protecting them the crowd began to disperse, the men not
wanting to start a conflict with the heavily armed Knights.
“Ser, you have our thanks, without you I dare not think what would have
befallen us!” Calls Visenya over the shuffling of feet around her. Vaella than
continues for her sister.
“What is your name, Ser? I would bring you before our father, your men and you
shall be honored for this.”
The knight in silver plate came forward, after insuring the safety of the
Princesses, upon his head he wore a close-helm with a large red plum flowing
out of the back. He was tall and muscular, standing at the same height as Ser
Barristan.
The mysterious Knight removed his helm and revealed himself to have a mop of
dirty blonde hair that covered his face, but as he brushed it back he revealed
a superbly handsome face. High cheeks, with a sculpted face and a jaw that the
Princess thought had been chiseled from marble, but what caught their attention
most were his eyes, dark purple much like theirs.
“I am Ser Shaun of House Celtigar, my ladies” Ser Shaun said with pride as he
smiled “And this is my second-in-command and friend, Harren.” Shaun said
gesturing to the large man who stood behind him.
Though Ser Shaun was tall, he seemed dwarfed compared to his comrade. Harren
stood taller than any man the Princesses had seen before, and he dressed as if
he was ready to go to to battle at a moment's notice. He was dressed completely
in a set of black plate armor with tassets, and a chainmail fauld, and upon his
shoulders rested a worn brown traveling cloak with a massive greatsword that
looked too large for a normal man to wield.
The man gently lifted up the visor of his Sallet to reveal a pair of hazel eyes
and bowed his head to the Princesses with the utmost respect. “Excuse his
muteness, Princesses, Harren is few in words.” Ser Shaun noted warmly.
Visenya nodded at his words, her eyes still locked on the handsome Ser Shaun.
“It’s our pleasure, Ser Shaun.” Visenya says with a smile. “Now please follow
us, I would very much like our father to meet you.”
It was a short walk back to the Red Keep, with all the soldiers around the
Princesses they had no need for the disguises they had worn earlier, instead
giving the rich cloaks to a pair of children along the way. As they enter the
Red Keep, the air no longer smelled like fish, instead it smelled stuffy. The
Princesses, knowing they were in for a punishment, slowly but surely lead Ser
Shaun and his officers into the throne room, to present him to their father.
King Rhaegar’s face was one of both concern and at the same time fury as they
entered the Throne Room. He must have been livid at them for sneaking out, but
at the same time relieved to see they were unharmed.
“Father, may we present Ser Shaun of House Celtigar. He and his men valiantly
defended us alongside Ser Barristan and Ser Whent. Without them I fear what
state we’d be in.” Visenya speaks in her well practiced royal voice, keeping
her eyes down as to avoid the burning gaze of her father.
King Rhaegar looks the young knight and his friend up and down, before turning
his gaze back to his daughters. Smiling at how they returned in one piece, he
decided what the reward would be for their savior.
“Ser Shaun, I am grateful for your help with my daughters.” starts King Rhaegar
“My understanding is without you, I may not have had three daughters any
longer. I bestow upon you the title of Lord, with it comes The Whispers, which
has too long been abandoned. It is yours to do as you see fit, the lands around
it are yours as well.”
“Your Grace, I’m honored.” Lord Shaun says, shocked at the notion of having his
own castle and lordship.
“The honor is mine, my lord. I hope to see you and your commanders at the feast
tonight, it will be your celebration as much as ours.” Rhaegar then stood up,
moving to hold his daughters. Lord Shaun takes that as his hint to leave,
smiling to himself and his men before filing out of the throne room in a
orderly column, the clanking of their plate armor making tremendous noise the
whole way.
Rhaegar waited for the men of Claw Isle to leave before he turned to his
daughters and resumed his heavy gaze on them.
“What were you doing in the city, and amongst the smallfolk of all people!”
Rhaegar said with disgust “They are a bunch of unlearned lickspittles, and they
almost had you killed! Why risk your life going outside the Keep, when you have
all the comforts and pleasantries here?”
“Because we do not wish to be trapped in this damned Keep like Baelor did with
his sisters!” retorted Visenya, locking her eyes with her father in an unsaid
challenge.
Rhaegar scoffed and mumbled “Perhaps we should send you and your sisters to it
as he did, if only to keep you safe from yourselves.” Rhaegar then turned his
back on them, moving to sit once more on the throne.
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                                 Eddard Stark
Eddard wiped his brow of sweat, the summer heat was something he was not used
to.
Their journey had been a long one, three weeks of travel from Winterfell.
Moving through the swamps of the Neck by Moat Calin, traveling down through the
Riverlands via the King’s Road (stopping at the Inn at the Crossroads for
Catelyn’s instance). At their second week of travel he remembered his children
watching in awe as they passed the ruins of Harrenhal, the looks on Robb and
Arya’s faces brought a warm smile to his face as the siblings talked together
about Aegon the Conqueror's destruction of House Hoare. Until finally, they had
arrived at King’s Landing.
“Was it always suppose to smell like this?” Robb noted, scrunching his nose in
disgust as his sisters tried to block out the overwhelming stench of refuse
emanating from the city.
“Thankfully...” Eddard said with relief “We’ll not have to suffer such rancid
odors for long” The Northern caravan rode up to the gates and the gates opened
to them.
“Lord Stark!” The City Watch’s Commander, Alastair Frey, greeted to the Quiet
Wolf as the Stark host came to a stop at the foot of the Dragon Gate and the
commander. “May I be the first to welcome you to King’s Landing, my lord. I
hope your trip wasn't troublesome?”
“Not in the slightest, Commander. What is the nature of such a high presence
for our caravan.” Eddard asked as his eyes scanned along the battlements of the
city gates, observing the many Targaryen troops stationed upon the walls almost
as if the city was preparing for a siege and not their arrival.
“We have been ordered by the King to escort you to the keep. I am sorry for the
complications, but a recent incident has made us have to bolster security
throughout the city.” The Frey said as he motioned for his guards to surround
the caravan so as to make it easier for them to keep the small folk away from
the Starks. “I also must inform you that his grace has ordered your men to stay
within the confines of the city and outer walls for now. Don’t worry, the King
has had quarters set aside for them.” The Commander noted to the Warden of the
North.
“Thank you, Commander Frey.” The Commander gave a bow at Eddard’s words and
then motioned for his men to follow the Warden of the North.
“I've always heard stories about King’s Landing. I must say I didn't imagine it
to be so...smelly.” The youngest of the Stark females, Arya, said as she gazed
at the various shops and merchants that lines the busy streets, to her there
was nothing like this back in the North much less Winterfell. “Arya shush!”
Came the words of Eddard’s eldest daughter, Sansa as she tried to keep her
younger sister from ruining the moment. However as the Stark children gazed
around the streets of King’s Landing, they did not catch the smallfolk gaze
shifting to their direction.
As the Stark family made their way into the town square, the welcoming air
quickly disappeared as the small folk began to gather around the northern
family and their Goldcloak followers. The people began whispering and talking
among themselves, giving dirty looks to the Starks as the passed. It wasn't
until a beggar from Flea Bottom grabbed a handful of dung and heaved it at the
lord.
The cow pie sailed in front of Eddard’s face, nearly hitting him as the jeers
began.
“Stag-Lover!” “Traitorous Dog!” “Whore’s Brother!” various smallfolk yelled as
some of the Goldcloaks shuffled out of formation to arrest the mudslingers. All
around the dregs and smallfolk of King’s Landing seemed to come out in force to
assault the Warden of the North and his family. Their anger was almost a
palpable as their jeers and scorned rained on the Northerns with a malice one
would see in hated enemies rather than relatives of the King.
“It seems they still have not forgiven you for your place in Robert’s Folly,
years ago.” Commander Frey said with a tense air as Edward whipped the reins of
his horse sending it into a gallop, hoping to get his family away from the
volatile crowd before something worse happened. The Goldcloaks broke into a
sprint as they tried to keep up with the Stark family and it wasn't until they
were at the foot of the Red Keep did the City Watch even think of breaking
away. Yet almost every street and alleyway seemed to just pour the smallfolk
into the Stark’s path like an unending tide, and they seemed to have fathered
to such a point that even the Goldcloaks had trouble keeping them in line.
As the caravan rounded the last few corners the crowds had gathered into a
single horde of smallfolk, only two small lines of the city-watch keeping the
Stark’s path clear. Objects were thrown, more jeers and insults hurled at the
Northerners, and the great throng of people buckled the lines of Goldcloaks
trying to keep the noble family safe.
As the last Stark entered the Keep’s yard and the porticus lowered, leaving the
Goldcloaks to attempt to pacify the rowdy crowds that had gathered outside of
the Red Keep in response to the Starks arrival.
Hours had passed since their rather eventful arrival and Eddard could not shake
this sinking feeling in his stomach. He now stood in the very castle where not
a decade and a half ago, his own father and elder brother were murdered by the
Mad King. His heart sank as their memories dredged up his times in the Robert’s
Rebellion, of him fighting to try and dispose the Aerys II and find justice for
his murdered family, him switching sides in the midst of the war after letter
came from Lyanna explaining her and Rhaegar’s elopement. Along with his
greatest betrayal, Robert’s Battle at the Trident. During the pivotal battle
Ned had pulled back his own forces leaving Robert and Jon Arryn’s men alone,
yet the Rebels had managed to fight valiantly routing both Tyrell and Lannister
armies until the battle came to heed at the rivers of the Stag’s Head Fjord.
It was said that the very ground shook from the clashing of the two armies,
between the forces of the Dornish and the Targaryen Royal Armies versus the
Valemen and the Stormlanders, the two sides fought valiantly and with ferocity,
few had seen. Yet neither side seemed near to grasping victory. Then like two
figures of legend, Prince Rhaegar and Robert Baratheon clashed against one
another on horseback. The bards sang that both sides stopped fighting to watch
as the Dragon and the Stag clashed, until Robert had put all his strength and
fury into a single swing, and clipped Rhaegar’s chestplate with his warhammer.
It was thought to have been over in that moment, but then Rhaegar surged
forward and stabbed his sword through Robert’s throat, beheading him with a
twist of his sword. With Robert dead the rebels threw down their arms and
surrendered, at least those who did not try to run. Those who did try were
chased down by the Northern forces who had sworn allegiance to the Targaryens.
Storm’s End had fallen a month after, but the fate of Stannis Baratheon was
unaccounted. Many said he died fighting, yet there were still rumors he and his
brother Renly lived now in Essos, gathering an army to take revenge for the
death of his brother. Though the lay time he heard of such a thing was ten or
so years ago.
“Ned?” Catelyn asked her husband as he jolted slightly from being roused from
such deep thoughts. “The King has asked us to join the Royal Family for dinner
tonight in the Banquet Hall, he intends to officially announce the betrothal.”
His wife said as Ned shook his head to banish his thoughts.
Stark spoke quickly with “Alright, my love. Have the children groomed we need
to make our best impression on them” an air of nervousness in his voice, almost
as if he was scared. Steeling himself once more, the Quiet Wolf tried to shove
any anxiety from his mind. His wife could see his doubt in his mind and brought
him into a hug.
“You'll be fine, Ned.” His wife comforts as he closes his eyes and gives his
beloved wife a kiss on the forehead. “What did I do to deserve someone like
you?” He asks himself as Cat gives a giggle and whispered “Well, someone has to
help you when you're in a dower state.”
After finding a way to force Arya into a dress (no small feat mind you) and
grooming the rest of the family to be presentable. The Stark family entered the
feast halls to find that they were early and their hosts were currently helping
coordinate the servants on where to set things for the feast.
As the family entered Queen Lyanna’s face lit up. “Brother, it is so good to
see you!” Lyanna said warmly as she came over and hugged Eddard. “Dear sister,
it has been too long.” Eddard was finally able to crack a smile for once since
arriving as he returned his sister’s loving embrace.
“Lord Stark, may I officially welcome you to King’s Landing.” King Rhaegar said
as Eddard moved away from his sister to bow but the King stopped him. “Eddard,
you are my wife’s brother. Such formalities are not needed now.” Rhaegar said
with a warm smile. “Come, your family shall sit at the high table with us, as
the guests of honor!” The King said with a smile as he showed that the Starks
would be sitting at the High table next to the royal family.
The table was a long slab of wood, carved from a massive tree felled in the
King’s Wood. Lacquered to a dark brown and carved in various images of dragons,
suns, and wolves it’s
“Now, I do believe introductions are in order.” The doors opened and in came
the rest of the royal family accompanied by their aunt Daenerys. “Ah, Children!
Come, come, meet your cousins.” The King said with joy as the two families
began to introduce one another, but an awkward feeling hung over them all.
“I'm Robb, heir to Winterfell.” “Aegon, Prince of the Seven Kingdoms.” The two
said rather awkwardly before tentatively shaking hands, clearly not knowing
what exactly to do when it came to starting an actual conversation. However the
Princesses of the Iron Throne and the Ladies of Winterfell were much more
social than their brothers, as Rhaenys and Sansa began to chat almost like long
lost friends about ladylike things, while Visenya and Arya seemed to take more
liking to discussing swordplay, archery and other habits that they were
interested in. This was all watched by their parents. Eddard noticed that
someone was missing.
“Where is Queen Elia?” Eddard noted as Rhaegar gave a sigh. “My first wife has
excused herself for the day, saying that she was feeling ill, Ser Martell and
her brother escorted her out, so unfortunately neither of them will be joining
us tonight.”
The nobles piled in almost like opening a floodgate, the bards striking up
songs as the casks were broken and the food brought out. Song filled the air
amidst the sound of the tumblers, jugglers and fools providing entertainment
for the masses.
Time passed and the feast began, Aegon and Robb had actually managed to strike
up a decent conversation and it seemed that Visenya and Arya had found much to
converse about due to their shared interest in more “unladylike” activities.
Daenerys Targaryen sat as an outlier in their group, Eddard found it strange,
but the young Targaryen girl apparently just sat there and watch the
festivities play around her.
Food was in no short supply here in the Red Keep. The courses beginning with a
creamy white stew filled with leeks, and pieces of barley, and heavy with
chunks of cod and crab meat which could warm the heart and body of even the
most frigid cold. Entire barrels of Dornish Red and Arbor Gold were dragged up
from the cellar and opened to please those in need of satisfying their thirst,
along with who knows how many casks of beer and dark ale. Then the tables were
lined with fruits from the Reach and the Stormlands, whole loaves of the finest
bread, pastries stuffed with bacon, vegetables and gravy and whole wheels of
cheese piled high on silver platters. The second course consisted of meats of
all kind: huge smoked hams, bacon, massive legs of mutton, and almost never
ending chain of sausages, whole cooked chickens succulent with grease, whole
pigs roasted on a spit and cooked with spices from Dorne. All while platters of
cooked fish, steamed clams, and roasted veal would be brought out and disappear
within moments, devoured by the hungry masses of nobles and courtiers. All
while a cacophony of songs, conversation and various yells and boasts split the
air of the banquet hall.
Eddard watched it all with a mixture of horror and fascination, the way the
nobles feasted in Kings Landing was almost akin to a pack of wolves, devouring
everything that came across them. Eddard eventually tried to focus instead on
the somber songs from an old bard in a cloak made of black wool and what looked
like red asshai silk. Eddard swore he recognized the man somewhere, but his
tunes claimed the headache he had, trying hard to enjoy himself rather than
worry about old memories and familiar faces. “What is wrong, Ned?” Lyanna asked
as the Lord of Winterfell gave an sigh.
Eddard took a long gulp of Arbor Gold for courage “I shouldn't be here, I've
betrayed my friends, I've escaped justice all because my sister had married the
son of the king I helped try and dispose.” Eddard sank back into his chair, the
images and nightmares of years long past kept clawing at his mind. “Ned, the
past is the past. Have fun, make merry, drink until your worries melt away.
You're surrounded by good food, family and music. Now is not the time to be
dour.” Lyanna’s kind voice and reassuring hand on his shoulder did bring a
small smile to Eddard’s face, and for once in a long while he did feel much
better.
As brother and sister finished their conversation, the King stood up, gold
goblet in hand and began to speak. “Lords and Ladies of King’s Landing. I thank
you for attending this joyous occasion.” the nobles began to whisper and gossip
among themselves wondering just what the King would announce. “This is an
announcement years in the making, something that I had waiting a long time
for.” The whispering increased. The King took a deep breath and steeled himself
and said “Today I announce a marriage, my son, Aegon Targaryen, sixth of his
name and heir to the Iron Throne to his sisters, Rhaenys and Visenya in the
fashion of their namesake.” At the King’s words the courts whispers went into
full uproar, many cheering, for this meant a wedding, and more chances to
jockey for the King’s favor in their eyes.
From down in their section of the banquet hall, amongst the Northmen and
Crownlanders, Lord Shaun and Ser Harren watched the festivities and the gouging
of the nobility with disgust. “And they call us barbaric.” Harren said to his
friend as he carefully bit into a chop of roasted lamb. “Eh, what can you
expect, peel away their finery and they are dogs just like us.” The amethyst-
eyed knight snarked as he took another swig of wine from his goblet as his
giant friend chuckle to his joke as the hours rolled on.
“My dear friends, it is late. I believe it is time for us to retire. I bid you
all a good night.” The king said as he stood to leave, and almost like pulling
the cork out of an upturned bottle, the nobles began to leave the banquet en
masse. Before the King left he turned to Eddard and said “I do hope you could
join me for a walk tomorrow, Lord Stark. There are matters that I wish to
discuss together.” as he gave the Stark patriarch a pat on the shoulder before
leaving.
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                             Across the Narrow Sea
The Horse-Lord cried out in fear before the Stormlander’s sword cut through his
shoulder, sending him to his knees. “I thought you said that these Dothraki
would be a challenge…” Renly Baratheon sneered as he gripped his bloody sword,
wrenched it out and delivered a downward stab into the Dothraki’s head.
“Without their Khal they follow the strongest, and since you slew him, you gain
their loyalty by default.” Davos noted as Stannis gave a sigh.
“That marks the fifteenth one, the Free-Cities certainly pay us well for
ridding them of these horse-lords, and with everyone you slay we add more to
our ranks.” Stannis Baratheon said as Renly cleaned off the serrated blade he
had begun using in their time as sellswords, while he had a slave sharpen his
sword with a whetstone.
Since joining the mercenary band of the Company of the Rose, Stannis had clawed
his way up to being the leader through what could only be described as a
cocktail of stubbornness, bitter anger, and spite, all in the name of vengeance
of his brother Robert. “It still is not enough.” Stannis said as he looked
west, the bitter memory of home still in his head. One day, One day we can go
home Stannis thought to himself as he watched Renly wrench out his serrated
blade from the Khal’s head with a sickening crunch before bringing sheathing.
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                               Visenya Targaryen
Visenya woke up later than usual, having drunk too much wine during her
marriage ‘celebration’ feast, thankfully she hadn’t suffered too bad a headache
from such indulgences. Her room smelled of stale air, the windows having been
shut to keep the cold air out. She moved to the window and gazed out at King's
Landing. Whilst looking upon the City of cities, she had a wonderful idea.
Visenya moved to her door, opening it and calling out to Ser Jaime Lannister.
“Ser Jaime, could you have my cousins Arya and Sansa join my sisters and I in
breaking our fast?”
“Of course, Princess.” Ser Jaime responded.
While Visenya waited she changed out of her nightdress and into a northern
dress gifted to her by the Starks. Colored gray and designed with intricate
embroidering to resemble white snowflakes sewn onto it’s dark grey fabric.
Visenya began thinking what it’d be like in the North, the kingdom in which her
Mother and her family were brought up in. Crisp air, hilly terrain, and best of
all; snow. Far away from the stuffiness of the capital and her pestering half-
siblings.
“-enya. Princess Visenya.” she heard Ser Jaime calling from the door, breaking
her away from daydreaming. “Princess Visenya, your sisters and cousins are
waiting for you in Rhaenys’ chambers.”
“Thank you, Ser Jaime.” she called back, before speed walking out of her
chambers, Ser Jaime in tow. While she ran to Rhaenys’ chambers she fell back
into her daydreaming. She ended up coming upon the idea of asking her Mother to
teach her in depth of the Old Gods. The Seven having never done anything for
her, no matter how hard she prayed to fly far away from King’s Landing, to fly
away from Aegon. Again she suddenly pulled from her daydreams, this time
instead of a voice it was a wall, or at least something that felt like it.
Visenya staggered back from the impact. “O-oh! I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching
where I was going, Lad-Princess.” said a chubby boy, hanging his head in
nervousness or shame, she couldn't tell. Visenya jumped back up, waving away
Ser Jaime, who seemed poised to teach the young lordling a lesson.
“It’s no worry, I wasn’t watching where I was going either. Lord…?”
“Samwell” the boy replies, Visenya and Ser Jaime kept looking at him, waiting
for him to continue. When he realized his mistake, he nervously continued; “Of
House Tarly.”
“Well then, Samwell of House Tarly” Visenya said with a teasing tone. “I must
be going now, until next time.” She turned after a few steps “- and do watch
where you're going next time.” she said with a smile.
Not wanting to be any later than she already was, she went into a sprint. Ser
Jaime calls for her to slow down lest she runs into another person, realizing
she was disregarding him, he mumbled to himself before sprinting after her.
“Princess Rhaenys, your sister Visenya has arrived.” Ser Barristan said through
the door as he opened it, the Princess striding through. Catching her breath,
Visenya straightened her hair and clothes, not wanting to appear any more out
of place than she usually did, much to the amusement of the two Kingsguard.
“Ser Barristan, you may send her in, though I fear we’ve already begun breaking
our fasts.” Rhaenys replies in her regal voice, an undertone of teasing within.
He nods to the Princess with a small smile, Visenya smiles back before
entering.
“Visenya! You look beautiful!” Sansa gushes to her cousin as the girl gave a
smile.
“But I don’t have anything on you, dear Sansa” Visenya shoots back, causing
Sansa to blush. The girls share a laugh all around until Rhaenys starts again.
“We were just discussing Loras Tyrell, he’s incredibly gifted with the sword,
though Arya thinks she could best him.”
“Not to mention how handsome he is” gushes Vaella.
“Vaella, what about Lord Shaun? Do you not think he’s handsome? His eyes
especially.” Visenya wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, causing their sister to
shuffle uncomfortably in her seat, a faint blush upon her face.
“My word, Vaella. Don't tell me you have a crush on that Celtigar boy!” Rhaenys
cheekily adds as the youngest Targaryen child further shrinks into her chair.
The group continues discussing all sorts of things, ranging from handsome Lords
and Knights, to Warrior Women throughout history. Ser Barristan and Ser Jaime
are called in, and asked of tales of battle in which they gasp, or tales of
love in which they cry. Hours pass as the stories continue until Rhaenys, Sansa
and Vaella decide to go to a jeweler visiting in the Throne Room with Ser
Barristan escorting. With them gone Visenya is left with Arya and Ser Jaime,
the latter of which sitting in a chair meant for children whilst drinking tea
and twisting uncomfortably in his armour, causing the girls to giggle.
“Ser Jaime, suppose we were to raid the kitchens for sweets, word wouldn’t
reach my Father, would it?” Visenya asks innocently, holding her hands in front
of her swinging back and forth on her heels. Hoping to be the image of maidenly
innocence. Ser Jaime laughs at the sight, knowing her to be much more dangerous
than the image she lets on. Arya directs her gaze to him as well, joining
Visenya in the attempt to sway him to their side, fluttering her eyelashes
sweetly as she’d seen Sansa do many times. His willpower crumbled.
“Well Princess, Lady Arya, if there were sweets to come missing, I certainly
wouldn’t know who would do such a thing.”
Visenya and Arya laugh, the trio depart Rhaenys chambers, headed for the
kitchen in an exaggerated stealth walk. The servants passing them giving them
confused glances, not daring to question them.
Soon enough they come across the kitchen. Kitchen-wenches moving around like
squabbling hens, Chefs preparing the afternoon meal. Ser Jaime went ahead of
the duo, removing his helmet and began speaking to the women, relying heavily
on his natural charm. As they all began to gravitate towards him, the girls
moved in, grabbing the freshly made lemon cakes and retreated. When he saw
their retreating figures he bid the ladies a temporary farewell and exited the
kitchen. With a successful kitchen raid, the group began a walk to the garden,
all while eating lemon cakes and laughing. Until they saw Lyanna striding
towards them with Rhaenys, Sansa, Vaella and a large gathering of their
mother’s personal guard.
The girls looked back at Ser Jaime, who seemed just as confused as them. The
stern expression on Lyanna’s face caused him to rest his hand on the pommel of
his sword thoughtlessly.
“Visenya, Vaella, Aegon is to duel Robb any moment now. We must go support them
both as a family. It’ll show the Nobles we’re united, many think we’re divided
recently more than ever.” Lyanna said as she led her daughters, nieces and the
guards out of the Garden and towards the courtyard.
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                                 Eddard Stark
Ned had been summoned to the King’s Chambers not long after breakfast, he
wondered why as he climbed the steps to the king’s chambers. He found King
Rhaegar surveying a massive map of both Westeros and Essos, with a few carved
pieces marking the location of house armies and strongholds.
“During your time with Robert the Rebel, did he ever tell you about his
brother, Stannis?” Rhaegar asked, as the question struck Eddard like a sack of
bricks. To think the person that would ask such a question was the very man who
had killed Robert himself.
Eddard tried to come up with what he could remember about the middle-child of
the Baratheon family. “Robert did not speak much about Stannis, your grace.
Only that he was stone-faced and stubborn as they come. He had managed to hold
Storm’s End against the entire force of the Reach for months without aid,
almost out of sheer stubbornness, and yet when the Reach finally stormed the
castle with the rest of the royal army, Stannis and his men had fought to the
bitter end, even starved as they were they did not cease fighting until all of
them were killed. I thought Stannis had been counted among the slain at the end
of the battle?” Eddard said with an air of melancholy as he remembered bringing
Robert’s body back to Storm’s End after the Rebellion.
“Yes, as did I, Eddard. Until he surfaced in Essos some years ago.” the King
said as he placed a stag piece upon the map of Essos between the Golden Fields
and Essaria (or more locally known as Vaes Khandokh). “Varys reported that
Stannis and Renly Baratheon had risen to control a mercenary company in Essos.
A renowned company called the Company of the Rose dedicated to returning to
Westeros only when the Targaryens are overthrown. Stannis only came to such
attention after he had taken the heads of three powerful dothraki warlords and
had their warriors swear themselves to him. That was five years ago, and now he
and his accursed brother have brought that number up to fifteen since then,
with the youngest one having ten to Stannis’ five. An now we have just received
reports that he has hired the famed Golden Company for what we do not know…”
Rhaegar’s words came out hoarse as he tossed a ragged strand of white hair out
of his eyesight, Eddard noted now that his liege looked much more disheveled
than normal, his hair was stringy and ungroomed, his eyes had bags from lack of
sleep, and his hunched posture gave him the appearance of a man more than the
king’s age.
“What could he possibly do with that many mercenaries and horse lords?” Rhaegar
asked rhetorically, but Eddard unknowingly answered with “In all likelihood? He
may be raising a host to avenge his brother.” The honesty of his words seemed
to make the king’s gaze more intense on the map.
The words put the Targaryen king on edge, though he dared to try and not let
Eddard see it. The thought of thousands of dothraki and sellswords from across
the narrow sea led by a commander so stubborn he'd cannibalize the dead before
giving up his castle to a siege out for blood and vengeance terrified him. The
Robert’s Rebellion nearly crippled the realm and that was nearly a few tens of
thousands of bannermen, but if the Spider’s words were to be believed Stannis
was leading a horde of a hundred thousand, with the backings of who knows who
from the Free-Cities of Essos.
“I've contemplated bringing this to the small-council. He's too dangerous to be
left alone! To have survived this long despite spending a fortune on assassins
and poisons, and now he may intend to return to Westeros to finish what his
brother started” Rhaegar said with an urgent and maybe fearful tone as his
good-brother brought a hand to his shoulder to calm the King down.
“My king, relax yourself. Such a force would need maybe hundreds of ships to
transport to Westeros. And that's not even bothering with who would support
them or how in the seven hells they would provide for such a host. The horses
alone would be worth an extra fleet to supply.”
“That was what I noted to the Spider, but then he said something that made my
heart sink.” The King said as he placed the figurine of an elephant on one of
the Free Cities.
“And that would be?” Eddard asked as Rhaegar eyes darted from the map to the
Lord of Winterfell. “His recent purging of the Dothraki have brought him much
glory in the eyes of the Free Cities. With the likes of Voltanis, Novors and
Qohor offering him anything beyond his wildest dreams for ridding them of the
horselord raiding that has long been a persistent thorn in their sides. Maybe
even enough to give him a fleet. Which is why I sent my brother Viserys free
cities, his diplomatic skills I hope would ensure any Baratheon Alliance from
forming.” Rhaegar noted before moving a small dragon piece onto where Voltanis
stood.
 
“The crown was seven million gold dragons in debt to the Free Cities, one
million to the Iron Bank of Braavos, a half of a million to various Lsyani
trade companies, another half to Pentos as part of their tariffs, and five
million owed to Voltanis when we bought desperately needed food from them
during the long drought we suffered from not three years ago…” Rhaegar said as
his brow tensed deep in thought as he remembered what he could have done better
in hindsight.
“So far our efforts have been focusing on paying the Iron Bank back and
considered the Triarchs of Voltanis to be nothing, but now it seems I was
mistaken. My brother sent word that the Triarchs are livid about our debt to
them, and that he fears that the city is becoming a powder keg ready to
explode.” Rhaegar noted as he continued to debate shifting the Elephant
representing Voltanis over to Stannis’ side.
“But even then, if Stannis were to land in Westeros he would be on his own from
there. No siege weapons, no supplies, no support and against the entire seven
kingdoms. We would have him outmanned, outmatched and without any other option.
Do not jump to such hasty conclusions, for if I may say it, was your own father
who made such paranoid assumptions in his madness which set off the Robert’s
Rebellion to begin with.” Eddard finished as Rhaegar tried to take a few deep
breaths to calm himself.
“You're...right, Eddard. You are right. Curse that damn spider, Varys. Soon
he'll have me jumping at shadows and seeing Baratheons in my morning drink.”
Rhaegar said as he took ahold of his crown and placed it back upon his head.
Fixing himself enough that he looked a bit more presentable
“You're a wise man, Eddard. I wish I had more of you here in the capital.” The
King declared with honesty as he made his way towards the door.
“Now, I have to console my son before his spar with your own first born.”
Rhaegar said with an air of disappointment before remarking “I will join you in
the royal box after.” An leaving the room.
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                                Aegon Targaryen
“Must we really do this?” Aegon asked to his father as he finished putting on
his armor, testing how his gauntlets felt on his hands.
“You and your cousin are to spar to test both of your abilities, to see if this
Northerner’s skill is that of his father's.” Rhaegar said as he handed his son
a sword. “Besides, your swordsmanship is still lacking compared to your
sisters. How is it that you can be so good with a lance and halberd yet your
swordsmanship fails to improve?” The King critiqued as he ignored Aegon
gripping the pommel of his sword with a very thinly-restrained air of anger of
annoyance, but a face as stoic and blank as his father’s own.
“But maybe I have myself to blame, you should have been taking lessons from Ser
Barristan and Ser Jaime rather than from your uncle Oberyn. Next thing you know
you'll be having bastards left and right like he does.” Rhaegar noted sourly as
he handed Aegon a great helm styled like the one his father wore at the Trident
against Robert Baratheon. “You’re a Targaryen, Aegon. An it's high time you
start acting like one.” His father said sternly as he turned towards the
stairs.
Aegon took a moment to peer into the red and black helmet before asking
“Father...Can I talk to you about the marriage proposal?” as his father turned
his head and stated “When you win.” with an air of certainty before he left.
As he watched the King’s black and red robes disappeared up the steps, Aegon
gave a sigh and put on the helmet. He moved himself in front of the gate that
led out into the Red Keep’s sparring pit, grabbing his shield in the meanwhile
and tried his best to relax while he waited.
The gate began to rise slowly, letting in the sunlight, the roar of the
watching crowd filled the prince’s ears. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he
stepped foreword. The light of the sun blinded him for a moment until his eyes
adjusted to see that the sparring pit was being watched over by everyone. The
Young Wolf vs the Young Dragon, a match that many nobles had fought for just
for seats. However Aegon ignored everyone else, only seeing his family cheering
him on from the royal box as his father watched with a cold, one could almost
say bored, stare.
Robb stood at the opposite end of the pit, clad in plain northerner armor with
a simple steel helmet upon his head and a equally simple oaken shield at his
arm.
Falling into a defensive stance, Aegon hid behind his shield as Robb’s sword
began to batter into him. Aegon could not let panic set in but Robb was soon on
him like a hound upon a dawn. He tried to parry Robb’s strike, but found the
force behind it to be stronger than his own. Aegon was on his back foot
immediately, trying desperately just to keep up. A perry, a stab, him falling
into Robb's feint. He scored a hit on Robb’s shoulder but the northern armor
was stronger than it had looked. Aegon tried to devise some sort of strategy,
he couldn't just lose while everyone was watching. He had to win this fight. He
had to plan things out. Hmm, what if I-
Robb’s shield slammed into Aegon’s helm with a mighty crack, sending the dragon
prince to the ground. Dirt stained his black and red armor, and Aegon struggled
to catch his breath and recover as Robb walked towards his downed form. “You
know, when I was told by my father that I'd be fighting you. I was nervous.”
Aegon’s temper boiled at Robb’s words as the prince sprang to his feet and
deflected Robb’s sword strikes with increasing effort. While he was starting to
struggle, Robb didn't even seem phased. “But now I see the whispers of the Red
Keep were true. You are a pushover!” At the Young Wolves words, something
within Aegon began to boil in his gut. Robb continued with “Maybe when I defeat
you, your father may even consider wedding me to one of your sisters in your
stead.” Robb said as he once more slammed Aegon’s helmet with his shield
sending him toppling to the floor and disorienting the prince.
The hit felt as if something had knocked something loose in his mind, Aegon’s
thoughts suddenly became sharp, his brain saturated with visions of beating his
cousin’s face into pulp for his words. As the images filled his mind, Aegon’s
mouth stretched into a unnerving grin, and he seemed to ignore the trickle of
blood edging down his face and over his eye, as he ditched his shield, took his
sword in both his hands and vowed to himself he would win by any means and make
sure that the Young Wolf pay for his insolent words.
The sound of clashing steel became almost constant as the Targaryen prince went
on the attack, hacking and battering Robb as he let his anger guide his sword.
His rage giving him strength he never thought possible, every swing, every
slash, every strain in his muscles and every sound in his ears seemed to be
like sweet music as he slowly regained dominance in the duel. A waylaying of
strikes forced Robb’s sword from his grip leaving him with not but his oak and
leather shield which Aegon chipped to pieces.
The people around him were screaming, telling him to stop as Robb tried to
crawl away
but Aegon hoisted his sword over his head, one more swing was all he needed!
“Aegon, Stop!” A voice shrieked and caused him to snap him out of his trance.
He looked and saw Robb on his back, a look of sheer terror gripping him. Then
his sapphire eyes gazed up to see every noble in the arena seemed terrified of
him, but they were all glancing to something at his back. Then he turned and
saw who yelled to him. His two betrothed, standing at the foot of the royal box
for him to see.
“Dear Sisters” Aegon said slowly as his mind seemed cleaved in two, half
wanting to run them through for interrupting him, but the other wanted to do
nothing more than embrace them as his. “That's enough, brother. He's had
enough!” Robb was practically dragging himself away at Visenya’s words. This
seemed to fizzle out what had brought him to such fury, and he began to notice
a small trickle of blood that was running down and across his eye. Aegon turned
to the gate, since by all accounts the fight was over and exited. Still
wondering what exactly had come over him.
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“Have you gone mad!” Visenya yelled as the Maester finished wrapping Aegon’s
head from the blow he had sustained. Which didn't help the massive headache her
brother was suddenly feeling. “You could have killed our cousin, have you a
brain between those ears of yours, for I have half a mind to reopen that wound
of yours and check for it myself!” Visenya screeched as Aegon clutched at the
wound.
“Thank you, Ebrose.” Aegon said with a dower tone as the maester bowed his head
at the thanks before saying.
“I suggest bed rest for a few days My Prince, if it gets worse just summon me.”
He said kindly as Aegon struggled to stay on his feet.
“Oh for the love of the seven. Come here!” Rhaenys said exasperatedly as she
and Visenya put his arms over their shoulders to support him and slowly led the
prince back to his chamber. As they reached Aegon’s quarters the princesses
diposted their brother onto the floor like he was trash. Visenya quickly left
the room but Rheneas stayed for some choice words to her brother.
“Our father has had you confined to your room until further notice, be thankful
we did not intervene and deliver a more physical punishment upon you, Brother.”
Rhaenys gloated, saying the last part with disdain as she turned on her heels
and marched back down, further to make her brother’s headache worse she made
sure to slam the door to his chambers as loud as possible.
As they left Aegon to his thoughts, the Prince said aloud to himself “You two
don't know how lucky you are...”. The pain and throbbing from his head wound
only increased. The Prince got to his feet and stormed over and cleared his
studies desk of everything with a careless swipe of his arm. Sending books,
parchment, ink and quills everywhere.
“Always having time to fuss off to the city and blend in among the smallfolk!”
He made his way to the room’s fireplace, where a sword hung just above it.
“Never having to be chastised by Father!” Aegon fumed as he yanked the weapon
off the mantelpiece and unsheathing the blade, before heading back to his desk
with rage in his eye.
“Never Spending Days Cooped Up In A Damn Study From Dawn To Dusk Studying
Houses!” Aegon continued as he began to hack his sword down into the carved
oak. “Never Having To Be Groomed Like Some Prized Horse!” The finely made-sword
made a massive cut into the heavy oaken table, which Aegon then kept repeating
as he rambled on. “Never Needing To Be The Damned “Prince That Was Promised”!”
The table caved in two but Aegon kept hacking at it, desperate to finally rid
himself of this anger. He imagined it was his father, the king’s stoic face
contorted in pain and fear for all the times he chastised and reprimanded him
for the slightest mistakes, or maybe his sisters, frozen with fear and
confusion instead of their smug sanctimonious smirks, either which would would
allow him to truly released this damned anger that seemed to fester in his
heart for so long. “Always Able To Show Who! You! Really! Are!” Aegon
punctuated with every hack at the remains of the desk until it was splinters.
Finally he fell to his knees, the sword clattering to the floor as it slipped
from his fingers, with his haggard breathing now the only thing filling the
room. The prince felt that his cheeks were moist and after lightly wiping his
hand along it he realized he had been crying. He remembered how everyone looked
at him, like he was some sort of monster. He remembered how he had want to hurt
his own sisters and wives to be. As his thoughts overwhelmed him Aegon hid his
face in his hands and silently wept at his actions.
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                               Rhaenys Targaryen
That fool, that complete and utter fool. We needed to show unity with the
Starks! Not alienate them in front of the whole bloody court. Rhaenys seethed
in her mind.
She strolled over to her table, picking up a bottle of Dornish Red and removed
the lid. Reaching for a glass, the Princess then paused and thought she was too
angry for etiquette and began drinking from the bottle. Rhaenys quickly went
from one bottle to another, drinking away her anger. The remainder of the day
quickly passing by, until she hears a knock at her door.
“Rhaenys, you missed supper.” whines a voice she can’t yet place with her level
of intoxication. While she pondered who it could be, it calls out again, this
time with impatience. “It’s Daenerys, now let me in.”
Now knowing who it is, she stumbles her way to the door, how not breaking
anything the Princess will never know, and opening it with extreme
concentration. Daenerys upon hearing it be unlocked barges in, knocking Rhaenys
over into a chair causing Daenerys to laugh at Rhaenys’ drunkenness.
“I now see why you weren’t at dinner, I was hoping we’d have a talk” -
- Daenerys grabs the bottle from Rhaenys -- “While you’re sober.”
“Daenerys, you weren’t at the arena, Rhaegar will punish us all because of
Aegon and his stupidity!”
“If it were, I would’ve stopped it sooner.” hisses Daenerys. “This isn’t what I
came here for, while everyone was gone I went into Rhaegar’s rooms, looking for
a scroll. But I found something better, now come with me.” she ends, dragging
Rhaenys out of her chambers.
Rhaenys tried to ask multiple times what they’re doing. Daenerys, wanting to
stay quiet, shushes every time. Finally they appear in front of Rhaegar's bed
chambers, strangely quiet.
“Go in, below his harp move the rug.” whispers Daenerys in a quick tone, moving
aside to stand watch.
Rhaenys slowly cracks open Rhaegar's chamber door, peeking in for assurance
that it’s empty before stepping in. Looking around briefly she spots his harp
on the rug, realizing it’s been like that since she was a child. She moves
further in the room, noticing the tapestries depicting the initial conquering
of westeros by her and her siblings namesakes. Breaking away from the
breathtaking art she moves to the golden harp, carefully shuffling the
instrument to the right, then she proceeds to fold the rug over revealing a
stone hatch. Placing her hand on the handle she pulls upwards, never expecting
what was hidden below until she was face to face with them.
Rhaenys was taken with the items before her eyes, realizing too late the hand
reaching for her.
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                                Aegon Targaryen
Aegon had long tried to fall asleep, but the wound he had sustained kept
sending shocks of pain through his head with every intake of breath, a bearable
pain but still annoying. As the prince began to finally nod off, however, the
door to his room opened and in came his father, with his usual stoic visage on
his face. “Your actions today, Aegon. Have angered many. The Tully woman who
wed Eddard nearly was half mad with grief over what you had almost did over his
first born” Rhaegar stated as he kept his eyes to his son.
“My sisters? What of them?” Aegon asked, trying to keep away from the King.
“Though they are displeased, I assure you, the marriage will continue.” Rhaegar
assured as his son thought of continuing on that topic, but the gnawing
thoughts in the back of his mind made him ask his next question.
“And Robb Stark?” Aegon’s words were obviously hesitant, and the prince held
his breath as he waited for his father to answer.
“A slightly bruised arm, bruised ribs, and some wounded pride, his armor
thankfully took most of the beating. Your lucky he is taking your assault in
stride.” Rhaegar spat as his eyes narrowed into a glare at his son.
“Father, I-” A hard strike to his bandaged head sends Aegon to the floor,
doubled over in pain.
“You foolish dunce of a boy! Your stupidity seems to know no bounds. Now your
idiocy has put our relations with our closest allies into jeopardy.” Rhaegar
said with an eerie calm, almost without a hint of regret over striking his
wounded son. “I cannot believe this. You were trained to always be in control
of yourself, but what you did today resembles more like that brute Gregor
Clegane and his brother than a prince.” Aegon clutched at his head wound, which
had reopened as a result of the strike unable to hear his father's
condescending words. “I've taught you, I've had the best in the kingdom train
you, I nearly sacrificed the realm for you so that your wives would be perfect.
‘A dragon must have three heads’ as the prophecy foretold.” Rhaegar recited as
his anger became more and more apparent in his voice. Aegon clutched at his
head as he tried to stomach the pain shooting through his skull.
“Yet you've managed to almost ruin years of planning and appeasement in naught
but a single day!” Rhaegar said as he strode over to his son’s limp form and
jabbed him hardly with his boot. “Your sisters might as well rule the kingdom
over you. Considering they outmatch you both in intelligence and swordsmanship,
if the maester’s reports are anything to believe by.” Rhaegar spat with venom
to his heir.
“But Your destiny is always to be something far greater than a king, for I have
seen it.” Rhaegar said calmly as Aegon spluttered under his breath
“Like grandfather saw things when he burned people alive?”. Unfortunately for
the Prince, his father had heard him and decided to deliver a boot to Aegon’s
stomach as punishment.
“Do not dare compare me to him!” Rhaegar yelled with a fury that was unlike
him, his voice wild and almost frenzied, the king took a deep breath to compose
himself. The prince had reopened wounds in the King’s mind that he thought had
scarred over long ago. How he hated that man who was his father, how he
tortured and murder in the throes of his madness, and if it had not been for
Rhaegar overthrowing him and having the Mad King spend the rest of his
(thankfully short) days in the Black Cells, the realm would have suffered more
under Aerys II, the infamous Mad King of Westeros.
“You are lucky you are my only heir, for if not I would have you replaced long
ago.” Rhaegar said bitterly just to twist the knife in more as he turned and
left, Aegon just laid there for a moment. Trying to keep his emotions contained
“A good king does not let his emotions guide him. A good king does not let his
emotions guide him. A good king does not let his emotions guide him.” Aegon
continued hysterically, his words barely above a whisper, as he tucked himself
into a ball, trying to block the pain in his head and the blood that continued
to leak, no matter how hard he tightened the bandages.
***** Melees, Arguments, Order *****
Chapter Notes
     Chapter 3.
     Sorry for having 6 POVs fit in here, we were originally going to make
     this two chapters but decided to post it as one.
     From here on only 2-3 POVs will be in a chapter.
     Next update by October 4th.
     If you're an editor or smut writer and would like to help leave a
     comment
     Thanks for reading and enjoy!
                               Rhaenys Targaryen
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Rhaenys shrieked as the hand grabbed her, whomever it was used their other hand
to spin her around to face them. Ser Arthur's face came into her vision,
followed shortly by
Daenerys, who was hanging her head in shame next to a very serious looking Ser
Barristan. No one spoke for a short time until Rhaegar came storming in,
appearing angry until he saw the assembly in his room, calming down when he saw
his Daughter and Sister. Until he saw the hatch in his room opened and the
contents out for all to see.
Rhaegar stared at Rhaenys, his emotionless eyes fixed on her own, the air in
the room extremely tense before he broke silence.
“Rhaenys, dear girl.” Rhaegar started, fixing her with an expression of anger
she’s never seen before. “These were meant to surprise you and your siblings,
now you’ve gone and ruined the greatest surprise I could’ve given you.” Waiting
for her punishment, she was shocked to see Rhaegar's eyes gain a far away
happiness. “But now, you’ll finally understand the prophecy is correct.”
Rhaegar unhanded her, moving to grab an egg with the coloring of gold and
white. “This was always my favorite, I like to believe it’s meant for your
mother.” Rhaenys realized he meant the colouring of the egg, not liking that
white is more prominent than gold.
“Father. When will we tell Aegon, Visenya and Vaella?” Rhaenys questioned
timidly, eyes cast downwards towards her favored egg, the coloring of orange
and black.
“As I stated these were meant to be given in public, I had hoped to catch the
reactions of you all off guard, as your mother Elia’s family alongside Lyanna’s
family would be part of the presentation. No longer will your reactions be of
surprise, though the official ceremony will continue, think of it as a show of
force and unity.” explained Rhaegar animatedly, his eyes still containing a far
away look.
“I understand father, but how- where did you get these?” asked Rhaenys still
seemingly awestruck.
“Years ago, I had been told I was the last dragon - I realize now that’s false
as I have you and your siblings, along with my dear sister. At that time
however, I believed those who said it. I began to inquire around traveling
Merchants, eventually coming across a bearded, heavyset man from across the
narrow sea who told me he had everything I needed and more.” Rhaegar gestured
to the eggs, in sadness or joy - she could not tell.
“And you took him up on his offer brother? A man you never knew or saw before
that time?” Daenerys spoke up finally, moving to stand not more than a foot
away from him.
“Our family needed to bring to life the legends we once had, I’d hoped to be
the one to do that, but the prophecy revealed itself shortly after my
discussion with that man. A dream in which confused me to no end, but no longer
does it plague me so.” He gestures to Rhaenys before carrying on “You, your
sister Visenya and Aegon. You’ll be the ones to restore us to the greatness we
held once before.”
“Your Grace, forgive me, but who do you suppose will protect the eggs once you
announce them for all to see? No doubt many will want to steal them.” Ser
Barristan states, moving up to besides Daenerys. Daenerys spoke up first,
cutting of Rhaegar.
“Brother, Ser Barristan is correct, the Kingsguard is small as it stands. Do
you not think an expansion is in order to guard these new members of our
house?” Daenerys asked, her eyes locked on the eggs.
“Ser Barristan, Daenerys, you’re both correct with that. It seems you both can
catch on far faster than most of those noblemen at court.” Rhaegar chuckles
before continuing seriously, “I had thought of how we could guard these
priceless artifacts, I came to the conclusion you would be the one best to see
it through. I will give you all resources available to myself, create an order,
brotherhood or whatever you deem fit, I trust you with my children Sister, as
such I trust you with our house's greatest treasure.” And with that he laid the
egg back down, before covering them all and ushering the girls out from his
chambers.
Daenerys and Rhaenys move, stumbling often, the shock making any activity
incredibly hard.
Daenerys snaps out of her trance first, a broad smile showing, “Rhaenys, we
have work to begin.”
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The duo of girls moved fast to Daenerys’ quarters, Ser Barristan following
quickly behind, moving to open the door for the Princesses before taking up his
post outside the room.
Daenerys began speaking the moment they entered the room. “Rhaenys, ever since
Rhaegar announced your and Visenya's marriage to Aegon he’s wrote to every Lord
summoning them for this occasion. With that being down, this is the most
appropriate time to offer those with experience and honor the high positions in
our new order.”
“Our new order? Daenerys, forgive me, but had I been daydreaming for a time? I
don’t recall us speaking about anything of the sort.” Rhaenys replies confused.
“No no, Rhaegar mentioned the creation of an ‘Order, Brotherhood or whatever
you deem fit’.”
“Yes, of course, forgive me - this evening has been most shocking.”
Daenerys smiled at her comment, completely teleported back in her mind to her
first time discovering the eggs. She had been going to visit Rhaegar about the
Marriage immediately after finding out. But when she came across his door
slightly ajar, she became very nervous, peeking around the edge of the
doorframe - in the middle of his chambers his rug pulled aside, the harp moved
to the foot of his bed, but most importantly a hatch in the floor was open.
Daenerys moved back quietly, getting an itching feeling she wasn’t supposed to
be here, but curiosity of what was happening got the better of her. She peeked
once more, now seeing figures walking back to the hatch, she could make them
out as Rhaegar, Ser Arthur, Ser Lewyn and a big man holding large, scaled eggs.
She fled.
Daenerys broke out of her trance, seeing Rhaenys staring at her worriedly. “It
has. Let us rest, for in the morning we will speak with many a lord and
knight.” Rhaenys smiled tiredly at that, the girls both moved to Daenerys’ bed,
climbing in and drifting off to a deep, dreamless sleep.
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What remained of the night passed quickly, the girls sleeping late into the
morning. Each having similar dreams of dragons flying in the air above the
city, of them climbing onto the backs of those dragons and going on adventures
around the known world. They woke up at the same time, both being ripped from
sleep by a knock on the door.
“Princesses, King Rhaegar would have you woken up. He requires a list of
anything needed as he expects you’ve made progress on the task assigned to
you.”
Daenerys responded, recognizing the voice of Ser Jonathan Darry of the
Kingsguard. “Of course good Ser, please allow us a bit of time to freshen up.”
Rhaenys looks to Daenerys, both knowing that they’ve not yet made progress on
anything important.
“As you wish, Ser Whent will be back at high noon to escort you to the Throne
Room.” they then hear footsteps moving back from the door before silence falls
once more.
“Rhaenys, do you know who among the higher lords are in attendance for your
wedding?”
“Yes Daenerys, father had us learn the most important of attendees. Among them
are Yohn Royce, Randyll Tarly, Brynden Tully, Mors Umber, Kevan Lannister,
Raymund Connington, Cletus Yronwood, and even the lightning lord Beric
Dondarrion. Not including the obvious attendees like my Uncle Oberyn, Lord
Tywin Lannister, or Visenya’s Uncle Eddard Stark.”
Daenerys looks at Rhaenys shocked and a bit touched, now realizing how grown
Rhaenys had become and how much she respected Rhaegar to remember that amount
of names.
“Those men, many are battle-hardened soldiers and veteran commanders.”
“We should have Aegon take the highest post of command Daenerys.” -- Rhaenys
gives Daenerys a stern look, stopping Daenerys’ objection before she could
voice it. -- “He would be among those men you just complimented, he would learn
from the best commanders and warriors the kingdoms combined could offer.”
“This could work, but that’s if we expect them all to take positions within
this order.”
“I would expect them all to accept, it would be an honor to protect the royal
family. No doubt this would greatly raise the prestige of these already
supremely honorable and respected houses.” Rhaenys said, her nose up, as if she
was speaking down to those men right at this moment.
“Fine, suppose they all accept, we can’t keep calling it ‘The Order’, we need
to come up with a name for such a thing.” snapped Daenerys, frustrated with
Rhaenys assumption they’d all ‘accept their posts for raised honor’.
“Zaldrīzes Mentyr ( Dragon Soldiers) perhaps?” contemplates Rhaenys out loud.
“Soldiers? It sounds too brash and violent, as if we’re expecting a fight the
moment we announce them. We should give them a name that stands more for what
they are, protectors not soldiers.”
“Zaldrīzes Mīsios ( Dragon Protectors ) than? I do agree Daenerys, it flows
from the tongue beautifully.”
“Zaldrīzes Mīsios for our order, it seems fitting that a beautiful name would
accompany warriors that are as skilled as those we’ve mentioned. Now let us go
to my brother, he’ll be happy to see us early, especially with news of our
creation.”
The pair of them open the door and begin their walk to the Throne Room, Ser
Whent following behind them stoically. They leave Maegor's Holdfast and pass
through the Godswood, slowing their steps to admire the beautiful trees and
vegetation, breathing in fresh air with a scent of ocean mixed among the trees.
Until they reach the entrance of the Throne Room, in which the air always
smells bitter and stale. Daenerys leads the group in their entrance, passing
the many noblemen and ladies until they reach the foot of the Throne, with
Rhaegar seated in it and knights of the Kingsguard beside him. They see him
leaning to the right in his seat, conversing with Ser Arthur before their
arrival is announced.
“Sister, Daughter, it does me well to see the both of you this afternoon.”
Rhaegar says regally.
The girls curtsy in response, with beautiful, practiced smiles. Daenerys speaks
next, “Brother, we’ve done much of what was needed, may we converse?”
“You need not even ask, come here, the both of you.” Rhaegar replied with a
smile.
Daenerys and Rhaenys rise, moving to Rhaegar and leaning in to speak with him
about the many things they just decided. Noble onlookers watch in curiosity,
seeing a slow smile appearing on their Kings face. Rhaegar replies back to the
both of them before rising and calling out “Noble Lords, Beautiful Ladies,
gather round for an announcement.”
Those who were conversing break apart, heading to the front of the room in an
orderly and practiced manner. Lords, Knights and Ladies alike look to King
Rhaegar, expecting the announcement to come from his mouth, but he motions to
his sister Princess Daenerys and his daughter Princess Rhaenys, the silence was
broken into many a voice speaking quietly to others, shocked that women would
take precedence in an announcement over the King.
Daenerys then began speaking, the voices once again quiet down at her start.
“My Lords, My Ladies, our good King Rhaegar has decided to put in me and
Rhaenys his faith.” -- Daenerys motions for the room to quiet down -- “With the
size of our family now, and the expansion we soon expect thanks to Aegon,
Rhaenys and Visenya, we’ve decided to begin an Order, similar to the Kingsguard
but with subtle differences. Most important among the differences, you can
still marry to continue your line, you can hold lordship and continue to serve.
Now with that said, currently among you are Lords handpicked for service.”
Before Daenerys could continue the crowd broke into an uproar, men arguing over
who among them was most worthy for a spot on this new brotherhood. Ladies
called out the names of their Fathers, Brothers and Sons as most deserving of a
position.
Ser Arthur steps up, “Quiet down! Princess Daenerys was not yet finished!” he
bellowed.
Princess Daenerys smiles once more. “My Lords and Sers. Fret not, many a spot
will be open for you to prove your brass. But what is an order without
leadership? These selected men will be those who you must prove yourselves, if
they accept.” The crowd goes silent, anticipation clear in the eyes of all. “My
nephew and your Prince, Aegon Targaryen will be the Grand Master of this order.
His commanders, if they accept this post, will be Lord Yohn Royce, a famous and
honorable man known around the world. Our other commander, a fierce warrior and
friend to the crown, Prince Oberyn Martell. Please step forward and speak if
you’ll accept these posts.”
Prince Oberyn steps forward and replies instantly. “My spear will be for the
crown, until the day I return to the dirt. I accept my position as Commander,
Princess Daenerys.” A cheer sounds from the crowd, before they hush once more
as Lord Yohn Royce steps up.
“Princess Daenerys, Princess Rhaenys, King Rhaegar. I am most honored to be
chosen as a commander, I accept this position and hope that I serve the royal
family well.” he finished with a bow. The royal family smiled, pleased with the
outcome they got so far.
“Lord Yohn, your battle prowess is known through all of these kingdoms, I fear
for any man unlucky enough to face you in the field.” Rhaenys said honestly, a
smile on her face as Lord Yohn bowed once more, a large smile on his face. The
crowd again sounded off in an uproar.
“Now now, these were not the only appointments. We’ve yet to speak on the
Captains and Lieutenants.” Daenerys said loudly, once more trying to calm the
roaring crowd. With her statement the uproar dies down to hushed mumbling. “The
following men are hereby named Captains, please step forwards when announced.
Lord Randyll Tarly, we recognize you as a very competent battle commander. Ser
Brynden Tully, your plans have won you many a battle, we hope you would use
your skill for the defense of our fine country. Last, but certainly not least,
Lord Mors Umber. Your command of such fierce troops is legendary, as is your
own strength in battle, we would be honored to have such a man command troops.”
The three men stepped forward in unison, Randyll Tarly strolling forward with
his head held high. Brynden Tully, walking up slowly, as if without a care in
the world. Mors Umber waddled up, his large stature moving aside many a man,
until he too was at the foot of the crown. Randyll Tarly, being the first to
respond, in a humbled tone. “I graciously accept, Princess.” bowing low, before
moving back into his place.
Next to speak was Brynden Tully, “I… Accept.” he says hesitantly, seemingly
making his choice whilst speaking, a large portion of onlookers in the crowd
surprised he would leave his brothers side, knowing of the old lords illness.
After hearing the first two men speak their acceptance, many were waiting to
hear Mors Umber’s reply, the Northman not known for his fine choice of words or
favor towards the crown. “Aye, ‘ur graces, I accept.” he says gruffly, before
making his way back to the edge of the crowd, seemingly uncomfortable being the
center of attention.
Daenerys let out a breath alongside Rhaenys, the latter speaking up. “The crown
thanks you all for your acceptance, my lords. Now to name our Lieutenants,
again, please step forwards when you’re called upon. Kevan Lannister, Raymund
Connington, Cletus Yronwood, Shaun Celtigar and Beric Dondarrion.”
Shaun Celtigar being a young, recently appointed lord, steps forward quickly.
Excited and honored to be given such a position at his age. Raymund Connington
steps forward alongside Beric Dondarrion, the two being shoulder to shoulder,
halting together in front of the crowd alongside the young Lord Celtigar.
Cletus Yronwood, swaggers forward, confidently eyeing the two Princesses before
joining the assembled men. Kevan Lannister is the last to step forward, walking
up very slow, unimpressed with how low a position he was given.
“Please speak to it quickly, if you accept your given position.” speaks
Daenerys, eyeing Lord Kevan Lannister, sensing she knows his answer before he
speaks to it.
A unified “I accept” sounds from four of the men, with Kevan staying silent.
The crowd, the other newly announced Lieutenants, and the Royal Family all look
to Kevan, seeing him deep in thought before they notice Lord Tywin give a nod.
Kevan, seeing that looks to the Royal Family once more. “That will do,
Princess.” Many sighs are heard from the crowd, many others however are heard
to be upset, hoping they would take his spot had he declined it.
“Very well, My Lord. Thank you all for accepting these positions, but I fear I
forgot the most important detail of them all, the name of this Order, Rhaenys
would you do that honor?” Daenerys ends with a look towards Rhaenys, an
encouraging smile on her face. Rhaenys then steps up, accepting the attention
the crowd now gives her.
“The name will be, Zaldrīzes Mīsios, in honor of our Valyrian ancestors.” -
- Rhaenys waves away the comments that begin to pop up -- “Before everyone asks
for the translation, it translates to Dragon Protectors. Thank you all, now if
you’re interested in a position, I’m sure many of those in leadership positions
will be attending the melee and jousts.” Rhaenys and Daenerys curtsy to the men
and women of the crowd, before leaving the Throne Room for the Royal
Apartments.
                                Aegon Targaryen
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Aegon woke on the cold floor, his hair matted with dried blood from the injury
he sustained fighting Visenya's cousin, Robb Stark. He felt sore all over, his
head aching worse than it ever has before. Rising slowly, he pulled the bandage
off his head, pulling a bit of hair as it went. Where he slept had a small pool
of dried blood, though when he moved to walk to the mirror he saw the true
extent of the damage caused. His father had reopened his wounds in a rage,
something Aegon had not seen in his lifetime, always thinking of how others
viewed Rhaegar as a calm, happy man. The stitches done by Grand Maester Ebrose
were torn apart, in their place a hazardous scab that would reopen at the first
sign of stress. Wanting to rid himself of the blood and sore muscles he called
to whichever Kingsguard would be at his door.
“I require a bath pulled and the Grand Maesters assistance.”
Not knowing who would be at his door, he was shocked to hear Ser Lewyn Martell,
his Great Uncle. “It will be done, Prince Aegon.” Aegon didn’t reply, feeling
no need to, instead he made his way to the balcony, wanting to see the beauty
of the sea to rid himself of the dark thoughts he was currently plagued by.
Highest among those thoughts were Visenya's obvious disgust and discontent in
her betrothal to him, not far behind were his father's words. “You are lucky
you are my only heir, for if not I would have you replaced long ago.”
Aegon thought on that quote,anger and jealousy coming to his mind in seeing
Rhaenys and Visenya handed off to another. They were raised with him, they were
his sisters and now his betrothed, for his whole life they’ve been his in every
way but one. But now, soon, they’ll be his in every way bar none.
“Prince Aegon, Grand Maester Ebrose is here, alongside servants with warm water
for your bathing necessities.” he hears Prince Lewyn Martell call from the
other side of his chamber door.
“Very good. Send them in, Uncle.” replies Aegon, in a happy tone of voice with
how fast his Uncle had brought the Grand Maester.
Aegon's chamber door opened quickly after his sentence, the Grand Maester
entering first with a large bag. Behind him several servants enter, most with
large buckets of warm water, the only one without a bucket, has a tray of food
for Aegon to break his fast.
“My my, young Master Aegon. Your wound is even more grievous than last I saw
it, this will not do. Come, sit down and stay still, no doubt this will take
some time to clean and restitch. You-” -- Ebrose points to a servant, a young
girl maybe 15 years of age. -- “-Bring me a cloth from the adjoining room.”
Ebrose looked back at Aegon and lets out a sigh while shaking his head. He then
continues to open his bag and pull out a needle and twice for stitches, a
poultice with mustard seeds to deter infection and milk of the poppy for pain
the Prince is no doubt feeling.
After a few moments pass of the Maester preparing his medical equipment, the
young servant-girl moves quickly back into the room, two cloths in her hand.
She stops short of the Grand Maester, not wanting to disrupt his moving and
mixing of Medical equipment.
“I’m ready for the cloths girl, hand them over.” Ebrose notices her face
looking towards the ground, saddened, having not earned praise for her quick
movement. Ebrose, ever the kind soul then speaks again. “You were a quick
mover, no doubt the Prince is thankful for it.” he then beckons to the Prince,
while even in an injured and dizzy state, he gives the girl a smile that has
her blushing and backing away.
Ebrose dips the rag in the warm water of the bath, moving it then to gently and
methodically rub away the blood from Aegon's wound. Seeing now the full extent
of the reopening, the skin is pulled apart more so than it had been, a new
trickle of blood now starting with the Maesters action. Ebrose, hearing Aegon's
grunts of pain tries to work quickly.
“Prince Aegon, I insist you take milk of the poppy now. You’ll want to numb the
pain before I begin the stitching.” Ebrose said, Aegon letting out a sigh of
relief, happy he had the permission from Ebrose to take the pain reliever.
Ebrose, having waited patiently for Aegon to take the medicine, returned to his
work. Washing away the remnants of dried blood, he then gathered the poultice
which featured prominently mustard seeds, this was often used on wounds so no
infection would start. He used the other rag the girl had brought and dipped it
in the poultice, Ebrose began dabbing it on the wound until he was satisfied he
hadn’t missed a spot.
“Has the pain left you, Prince Aegon?”
“It is all but gone, Grand Maester. Thank you for allowing me to take it before
you stitched my wound.” Aegon replied, truly happy he no longer had to feel the
pain.
Ebrose nodded his head at the Prince, before he stitched Aegon's wound, he
again dipped the needle in vinegar, making sure it was sterilized. Thinking it
was now fine, he applied the thread to the needle and began stitching, slowly
and thoroughly the Princes wound closed.
Now finished, Ebrose questioned Aegon. “Your wound is stitched, do you require
my services for any other wounds you may have?”
“No Grand Maester, that will be all, thank you again for treating me.”
Ebrose once more, dipped his head in acknowledgment before gathering his bag
and heading out the door.
Aegon, now having his wound fully treated once more, sighed. For his pain was
taken care of and soon with the bath his sore body would be as well, but the
anger in his sister's eyes wouldn’t be fixed so quickly. He removed his
clothing, looking at himself in the mirror. Happy with his appearance, he was
blessed with the favored Targaryen features, silver hair, violet eyes and sharp
facial features. He looked to the rest of his body, pleased with his toned
muscles. Still worrying on his sister’s, he moved to grab a bottle of Arbor
Gold before moving to the bath and sliding in, immediately feeling the soothing
effects of the hot water.
Time seemed to past slowly, as Aegon leisurely drank wine and soaked his
muscles. Eventually getting up to grab another bottle of wine, before moving
back once more to the bath, though now it was luke-warm. While drinking, he
reflected on the fight with Robb Stark, the enraged faces of his Sisters and
worst of all his father's reaction to it.
Having had enough of such sour thoughts, he chugged what remained of the second
bottle of wine and moved to grab a robe, predominantly black with red trim.
After maneuvering himself into it, which given his current state of
drunkenness, was quite a feat in itself, he moved to the door swaying the whole
way.
Slurring, he called to Ser Jaime Lannister. “Ser Jaime… Escort me to… Rhaenys
chambers.”
Ser Jaime, seeing the state of which the Prince was in shook his head before
replying. “Prince Aegon, Princess Rhaenys is with Princess Visenya tonight. She
had spoken of sisterly bonding.”
Aegon let out a huff, “Then lead me to…” he paused forgetting momentarily who
Rhaenys was with, before remembering again. “ ‘Senya’s chambers.”
Ser Jaime, though displeased with this request, nodded his head. Walking slowly
so the drunken Prince could keep up, though even in slowing his pace to a near
crawl, Aegon still couldn’t keep up. This continued far longer than Ser Jaime
would’ve liked, Aegon continuously bumping into walls and doorways, complaining
how far it was of a walk to his Sisters chambers, Ser Jaime was relieved when
they arrived outfront of Rhaenys’ doors, though he felt bad for the Princesses
as the condition of Aegon wasn’t going to be easier for them than it was for
him. Aegon waited impatiently, leaning into Ser Jaime - who wasn’t happy -
while Ser Barristan called to Rhaenys for permission to have Aegon enter, which
after a few moments was granted.
Having seen the door open, Aegon attempted to storm in, tripping on the lip of
the rug only. He quickly jumped back up, dusting himself off to look at the
bed, Visenya and Rhaenys on it together, both looking at him distastefully as
they could smell the alcohol on him from their position.
Aegon, not picking up the looks they were giving him, slurred out a greeting.
“Sisters.”
Rhaenys looked at Visenya who returned her look, she then replied for the both
of them. “Brother… why do you come here? This night was meant for Visenya and
I.” Visenya during Rhaenys’ question was looking him up and down, barely
masking the scorn and anger she felt towards him.
Aegon attempted to put on a seductive smirk before replying to Rhaenys while
looking at Visenya. “We’re to be married soon Sisters. I had heard you were
both together, I thought what better night to begin furthering our line than
tonight?”
Visenya replied before Rhaenys could, in a sweet and innocent tone. “Brother,
it would be something horrible if before we’re married you were to lose your
cock. How else could you hope to ‘further’ our line? We’d have to marry outside
our family, perhaps another handsome nob-” but before she could finish Aegon
was in-front of her. Both sisters were surprised with how fast Aegon had moved,
thinking him sluggish in his drunkenness.
Aegon was angry, hating the thought of some young lordling with either of his
sisters He replied in a snarl. “You think your empty threats scare me Visenya?
I have half a mind to show you both where you belong right now. But fret not
dear sisters, soon enough you’ll both be ridden by a dragon and if we’re lucky,
you’ll give father and our mothers the grandchildren they so desire.”
Rhaenys, the eldest of the siblings was truly startled by Aegon for the very
first time in her life. She had known him since he was born, he’d always looked
up to her, but when he was old enough to realize the true power of being born
with a cock had and everything had changed. His demeanor hardened, he no longer
asked her what she thought before acting or looking for reassurance after being
punished. Now, for the very first time he threatened her, he threatened
Visenya, who since her birth they both had cared for her. Rhaenys stepped up
from the bed, gracefully moving around the bed until she was face to face with
Aegon, who looked at her with rage still in his eyes. She slapped him, the
sound echoing through the room. His head snapped to the side, she could make
out in the candlelight her handprint upon his face. Aegon slowly turned his
head back to look at her.
“Rhaenys…” he began, before she cut him off.
“If you ever threaten to force yourself upon me, I will geld you Aegon. If you
ever threaten the same to Visenya, our baby sister, you’ll learn the ways a man
could be torn apart as Uncle Oberyn has told us. Now leave Aegon, don’t dare
converse with either of us until you apologize appropriately.”
Aegon stepped back, feeling as if he’d been slapped again. Looking from Rhaenys
to Visenya he could feel their anger, disgust, and what he thought was worst of
all, their fear. Seeing how Rhaenys was angled to the door as if to run to the
Kingsguard at any moment, whereas Visenya was backing up in the bed to Rhaenys’
nightstand where a dagger was clearly visible.
Aegon turned and fled out the door, strangely sober as his thoughts ended with
one conclusion. If they didn’t hate me before, they certainly do now.
                               Rhaegar Targaryen
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“I know not what came over him, Eddard. Aegon is normally so much more
reserved, to have him become so monstrous against Robb is as much of a shock to
me as it is to you.” Lyanna said to her brother as the two Starks walked along
the empty corridor towards the council chambers, Rhaegar beside Lyanna and
Catelyn beside Eddard. The King had summoned a meeting between the two families
and thought to personally escort them to the meeting.
“I care not what ‘came over him’, he could have killed Robb!” Catelyn said with
anger as Eddard tried to calm down his wife as best as he could.
“Now Cat-” Eddard was able to say before she turned to him.
“Don't you ‘now, Cat’ me! Our son could have been hurt worse than a battered
arm, what if the Prince had done worse, what if he even killed him!” Catelyn
said hysterically as she tried in vain to keep herself composed as they entered
the chamber to find the rest of the Royal family and Prince Oberyn waiting for
them.
“It seems my son’s temper got to him. Though I cannot be absolved of blame in
this matter since it is the blood of Dorne he carries in his veins.” Elia said
with a smirk as she looked to her brother.
“Yes, but that still doesn't excuse your son’s actions today in the training
yard. If the lords of the realm catch word that the Prince beat down the son of
the Warden of the North in a blind rage, they'd start whispering of a new Mad
King.” Lyanna said as she did not notice Rhaegar's hand tighten into a fist as
memories of his father were brought up. Oberyn still seemed amused with this
whole ordeal.
“Perhaps a betrothal is in order? Maybe our brother could give Arianne’s hand
to that of Robb Stark?” Oberyn said in jest to his sister, which caused her to
laugh lightly, but the comment seemed to anger Catelyn .
“Absolutely not! I will not have my son married off to some Dornish harlot,
even in the North we hear of her reputation!” she announced, this was the start
of an argument between Elia, Oberyn and Catelyn that was so amusing that if
there had been a mummer in the room he'd have enough snarky insults and
comebacks to compose a comedic opera.
This happened while Eddard, Rhaegar and Lyanna watched on, in a mixture of
amusement and exasperation. “I've never seen something so quaint, your wife
truly is protective, Eddard.” Rhaegar said with mirth as he poured all three of
them a cup of Dornish red.
“Are Elia and Oberyn always like this?” Eddard asked taking his cup as Lyanna
gave a sigh.
“Only when they find someone to play with.” Lyanna noted as she drained her cup
in one gulp as the three continued to watch the spectacle of the Tully and the
Vipers.
An hour seemed to roll on and yet the three combatants had no intention of
stopping their verbal Joust, which had divorced into a three way insult match
after Elia had made a comment about the Sand Snakes which warranted Oberyn
turning on her. With the their three observers still not having a way to mend
the problem that had been presented to them. If they looked weak, than those
playing the Game would take advantage.
It was in this inability to find a solution, Rhaegar looked at a tapestry that
showed the day he crowned his future wife the Queen of Love and Beauty at
Harrenhal and then inspiration struck him like a bolt of lightning
“I have an idea!”
                               Visenya Targaryen
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“Today King Rhaegar announces, in celebration of the upcoming wedding of his
son, Prince Aegon, a grand tournament for all will be held in King’s Landing.”
The city’s courier announced to the huddled masses of smallfolk. Their voices
soon became a mixture of gossip and speculation at who would attend, many
remembering the last time such a grand tournament had been held and how it had
set the stage for the months to come. They shuddered to imagine what this one
would entail.
A grand tournament meant little for them, and the last one set the stage for a
civil war, so they were cynical to the prospect of another tournament.
“Three great games shall entertain you at the tournament: A Joust, for the
Knights and Lords of the realm to test their metal against each other in a duel
of chivalric honor.” yelled the courier over the loudness of the crowd, with no
end in sight of the smallfolk speaking he continued. “A Melee, for those
willing to test their skills in hand to hand combat with a weapon of their
choice.” The thought of blood-sport caused even more murmuring. “An archery
competition to determine whose skills with a bow is beyond that of their
colleagues.” He continued but that served to do little to pique the small folks
interests.
“And with it, enough food to stuff your bellies and entertainers to keep us all
happy.” Now this response caused a chorus of elated cheers to come from the
people.
These couriers were further supplemented by message ravens sent across the
Seven Kingdoms, there were already whispers that this tourney would make the
tournament at Harrenhal look as if it was a simple party.
From Highgarden and Dorne, to the Vale and the North; Lords, Knights, Warriors
and Hedge-Knights all around the kingdom saddled their horses and rode for the
capital. Each dreaming of glory in the tournament. The blacksmiths became rich
as everyone with coin came to their forges to buy or repair weapons and armor
for the upcoming tournament, Inn Keepers found their businesses overflowing
with new patrons as did the bars and brothels that dotted King’s Landing as an
army's worth of Lords, Ladies, Knights, Sellswords and many other people of
colorful background descended upon King’s Landing like a horde of locust
against a field of wheat. They wanted to be part of history, of the greatest
tournament that King Rhaegar planned to be grander and more spectacular than
anything before it, and with it any little ‘incident’ that may have happened a
few days ago had been lost like a grain of sand in a desert.
All this happened while Visenya watched from the sidelines, her eyes gleaming
out from under a cloak as Ser Jaime stood shrouded nearby. She had decided to
make her way back into King’s Landing again, despite her Kingsguard
disapproval. “To think our father would throw such a tournament to douse the
rumors of my brother’s madness.” Visenya said to herself with a sneer. She
turned on her heels and made her way back to the keep, wondering just how much
trouble her older brother to cause.
His idiocy and foolishness makes him unfit for the throne. Yet why must it be
he that shall rule when my sister and I are by far superior to his weak and
feeble mind? He is not even worthy to be called our brother much less be the
one to rule. Visenya thought to herself. She often had these thoughts after
their father had announced the betrothal, something she had been quite vocal
about with Rhaenys, but every time she tried to convince her sister to her side
she laughed it off.
This whole tournament only proved her point, in Visenya’s eye it was another
farce that their father had created to cover their brother’s incompetent
backside. And worse still was when that drunken lecherous fool had come to
Rhaenys’ room and dared try to have them both that night. Visenya hadn't seen
her brother since then, but she had swore that the next time she was alone with
him he’d become her third sister.
As she stomped into Rhaenys’ room she found her elder sister busy sitting on
the balcony of her room, a chilled goblet of Dornish Red hanging lightly in her
grip and a smile on her face as she soaked in the sun and the breeze off the
sea. “Sunning yourself as usual, Sister?” Visenya snidely remarked as Rhaenys
gave a sigh.
“Yes, and I see you've come along to ruin it!” Rhaenys said in faux-grandiose
fashion as she swooned in her seat before letting out a girlish giggle and
getting up to give a hug to her younger sister. However Visenya pushed away her
sister “We have things to discuss, Sister. Our brother-”
Rhaenys, sensing what her sister wished to speak about, interrupted her. “Don't
worry with such matters, Visenya. This tournament will solve our problems. A
time to make merry and forget our worries, gourmet food to fill our stomachs
and entertainment for us to laugh to.” Rhaenys said with an air of
contentedness as she smiled at the thought of the various jesters, jugglers,
musicians and tumblers that would help brighten up their gloomy Keep.
“Well unlike you, dear Sister. I don't intend to just let our brother take the
throne without a fight!” Visenya said with anger as Rhaenys gave a sigh. “And
how would you do that Visenya. Our brother is first in line, to really have
father consider putting us on the throne instead we would have to show we are
much more fit than our brother.” The elder sister scolded to Visenya who
clutched the bridge of her nose in frustration. It was then Visenya hatched an
idea.
“No, absolutely not, I know that look!” Rhaenys declared, holding her hands to
her ears not wanting to hear what “plan” Visenya has to say.
“What if we enter the tournament.” Visenya said to her sister with utmost
seriousness. “Most of those warriors in the melee would be like smallfolk
compared to us! We would mop the arena with their smug faces. Just like my
mother did in the Tourney of Harrenhal! We would show the nobles and our father
we were stronger than anything our brother was!” Visenya said with glee.
“Yes, but Lyanna did so in a joust against opponents who were not her equal,
and she also did so under a disguise. If we were caught doing such a thing the
scandal it would cause would be unprecedented.” Rhaenys spoke back, equally
serious.
VIsenya thought for a moment and looked past her sister to a pair of plate
armor that (with some minor adjustments) would fit them.
“Yes it would, if we were caught.”
                              Daenerys Targaryen
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The weeks of build up to the tournament had passed with little time, and the
next thing Daenerys knew the crowd of various nobles and merchants piled into
their seats of the Red Keep’s fighting pit in preparation.
Daenerys had chosen to sit in the royal box, knowing that her new order needed
fighters she had decided to observe the melee for any more candidates that
could provide her order with the fighting strength it would need. Though many
of those she had selected were part of the roster of fighters, she knew that
there always were diamonds in the ruff that needed to be picked out by a
skilled hand.
“I never took you for one that would enjoy these tournaments, my lady.” Ser
Barristan commented as Daenerys fiddled in her seat as trying to get
comfortable for the long day of fighting.
“I cannot say I do, Ser Barristan. Yet if the Zaldrīzes Mīsios is to expand
they must find more skilled warriors to serve in it’s order.” Daenerys said
with confidence before asking for a list of fighters that would be in the
tournament.
“My lady, the melee received hundreds of applicants from all over the Seven
Kingdoms.” Barristan said trying not to offend her that he’d not name them all.
“An who, pray tell, will be fighting now?.” Daenerys asked Ser Barristan as the
Kingsguard tried to remember the listings for the tournament.
“I believe it was Loras Tyrell, the Knight of the Flowers who wished to have
the first match in the finals of the tournament, but I can't remember who
exactly he is facing…” Ser Barristan noted, not remembering the other member of
the match.
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“The word from the nobles is that your opponent is one of the greatest knights
in the Reach.” Lord Shaun noted with a grimace as Harren made some final tests
to his gauntlets making sure everything was properly fastened, despite his
colleagues warnings the large man’s face seemed utterly void of emotion, save
for an intense look of concentration.
“He is noted to be a superb horseman, but his skills with a blade are also the
stuff of boasts from many of the nobles.” Celtigar warned as Harren’s face
didn't shift from its concentration.
“Are his skills boast or fact?” Harren questioned as he finished donning his
armor and reached for his weapon.
Harren’s weapon of choice was a greatsword, not the likes of Ice or Heartsbane
which were finely forged swords customized by their house and to be wielded
with both hands, Harren’s weapon was a bit more akin to a massive bastard
sword. The hilt was bound in simple leather with little if any adornment or
finery, no gold lions heads with rubies in the eyes, no guard in the shape of a
rose and thorns, just a simple plain crossguard and pommel wrought out of
blackened iron.
The blade itself was massive, ten and a half hands long, sharpened to a razor’s
edge with a pair of crescent parrying hooks along the base of the blade. Lord
Shaun remembered Harren bringing the sword to a blacksmith in the Circle of
Steel to have it repaired and almost laughed walking out of the shop, with the
owner saying it was impossible for such a weapon to be wielded. Shaun also
remembered the look on the poor man’s face when Harren (taking the jab at his
weapon personally) cut the blacksmith's workbench in half. Needless to say the
man didn't think it ridiculous after that. Especially how Harren needed only
one arm to wield it, though to wield it in a fight both arms would be
necessary.
As the final moments before the fight ticked away, Harren took a few practice
swings with the massive blade before finding it to be ready for his bout.
“Try not to go crazy on him, he is a Tyrell after all.” Celtigar consulted to
his black armoured comrade one last time as he clapped the giant on his
shoulder as a sign of good luck.
“No promises, old friend.” Harren noted to his sapphire-eyed master as the son
of Claw Isle made his way up the stairs to rejoin his seat. Harren gave his
neck a crack and discarded his fur cloak onto the ground which a servant boy,
who had been avoided the notice of the Lord and the giant, instantly picked up.
Taking up his greatsword, after strapping on a large steel and oak targe to his
offhand, Harren slammed down his sallet and was ready for the fight.
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The Lord of the Whispers climbed the last bit of stairs, he wondered where he
would find a seat in the crowd of nobles, until a voice called out “Lord
Celtigar, come and sit here.” Lord Shaun looked to see Princess Daenerys with
Princess Vaella gesturing to an open seat beside them. Which he took no time
occupying. He felt a bit bashful at the Princess's making notice of him in the
crowd much less sparing her time to offer him a seat right beside them.
“I believe it is one of your own men that is first to fight?” Daenerys asked as
Celtigar fidgeted in his seat to try and get comfortable.
“Why, yes Princess. Though I did not think you were ones to watch a melee.”
“Yes well it is my intention to help expand the Order, and what better way to
find warriors than a Tournament.” Daenerys said with a matter of fact tone as a
servant set down a golden tray with a pitcher of wine and three cups for the
spectators.
The gates opened dramatically and Harren stepped out into the field bathed by
the noise of the crowd. Much like the Prince’s bout against the son of Eddard
Stark, nobles packed the stands of the royal fighting pit, all to satisfy their
lust for combat, and they were certainly impressed at the warrior they saw.
Harren’s coal black armor and gigantic stature making him look intimidating in
the blazing morning sun. Then the trumpets sounded and the opposing door was
hoisted up and out came Harren’s opponent.
Dressed in the finest armor that money could buy, inlaid with gold and gem
embroidery in the shapes of vines and flowers, which glittered in the sunshine
as he entered the arena, his chestplate hidden by an expensive green silk
tabard that displayed his personal emblem of three roses stitched with golden
thread. Loras Tyrell was a sight to behold. Maidens and court goers alike
showered the arriving knight with roses as he hoisted his hand to them all like
a famous hero would to the crowd. His handsome features charmed every woman,
and even some of the men, and he flashed a smile that made maidens swoon,
further cementing his image as an idyllic knight.
“A showman through and through.” Celtigar said with disdain as he seized a cup
of wine and took a sip.
“Are you not a fan of Ser Loras?” Princess Vaella asked as Celtigar gave a
chuckle.
“We have a name for people like Ser Loras where I live, my lady.” Lord Shaun
took a sip of wine and continued with his words. “Gilded Knights, my lady. Men
who are all finery and no value underneath. Trust me when I say this, I have
met many knights in my travels, each one parading themselves as embodiments of
justice and virtue, but strip away their polished armor and their finery an
underneath they are callous, petty, and entitled thugs who think of themselves
as better than everyone because of their station of birth. Though I’m one to
talk considering my name” Celtigar said in jest which caused Daenerys to laugh
and Vaella to giggle.
Tyrell put on his helmet, an equally embroidered and inlayed closed helm topped
with a large plume made of expensive Destrier horse hair, and drew his sword.
This action caused undulation throughout the stands as the two warriors met in
the middle of the arena.
Loras eyed his opponent up and down before giving a huff. “Hmph. To send such a
brute like you against me? You're not even fit to polish my armor!” Loras
exclaimed to his opponent, trying to get under his foe’s skin, yet the massive
man didn't even so much as make a move, lest respond.
“What? Are you mute or just simple!” Tyrell lunged forward expecting to catch
his opponent off guard, but Harren easily parried the blow with his sword and
feints back, letting Loras go on the offensive.
The crowd was cheering for the third-born Tyrell as he forced his titanic
opponent back with each step. The crowd giving him heap upon heap of praises as
Harren kept deflecting every swing, stab and thrust thrown at him with ease.
“You probably can barely even move in that armour of yours!” Loras mocked as he
attempted to slash at Harren’s left side, but had it bartered away by his
opponent’s shield.
From up in the stands Daenerys could hear the cries of joy from the men and
women around her, nobles and smallfolk begging the Knight of the Flowers to
continue to fight, which Ser Loras did. As Loras launched a flurry of quick
slashes and strikes that Harren had trouble blocking, Danny wondered just how
much punishment could Lord Celtigar’s giant really take?
“It appears your friend is no match for my son, Lord Celtigar.” Lord Mace
Tyrell says without a hint of condemnation as he downs what Daenerys swore was
his eighth goblet of Arbor Gold in naught but a gulp.
“Care to put a bet on that, Lord Tyrell?” The Lord of the Whispers asked as
Mace gave a laugh.
“Ha! If that giant simpleton somehow manages to beat my son, I'll pay you a
man’s weight in gold!” Mace noted with utter confidence as he gestured a
servant to fetch him more wine.
“I accept, on the condition that it’s your weight.” Celtigar snarled as the Fat
Flower was too busy watching the fight to listen.
“Right right right.” Mace said dismissively as he emptied his goblet once again
as the clashing of steel between the two knights echoed through the stands.
As Daenerys watched she understood now that the two warriors seemed almost
evenly matched, where Harren was strong, seemed fluent with his sword and was
decked out in extremely heavy armor, Loras was one of the Reach’s greatest
knights and was much more agile thanks to his lighter armor. The Knight of the
Flowers had a clear advantage in speed and currently held the initiative, but
Harren’s armor and defensive fighting made it hard for Loras to land a major
blow on him.
Harren swung his sword in a wide arc to create some distance, but Loras took
this opportunity to strike the man’s hand. Though the blow was stopped by
Harren’s armor, as it was too heavy to be pierced by a sword, it made the giant
warrior drop his sword. Everyone cheered as Tyrell disarmed the giant, but it
seemed Harren had not given up just yet and refused to kneel. “You're beaten,
yield an I’ll spare you any more humiliation.” Loras said cockily as Harren
stood at his full height unwavering. Daenerys glanced over to her guest to find
that Celtigar was holding his cup in a death grip at seeing his friend in
possible danger. Vaella too was scared, her hands covering her mouth with her
eyes wide.
Not getting an answer from Harren, Loras became frustrated “Then this is the
end for you!” Loras yelled and gave a battle cry as he swung at the armored
giant and his blade came down onto the man’s armor. Daenerys (and many in the
crowd) held their breath for this seemed to be the moment of triumph for the
Knight of the Flowers!
Until a loud metallic clang reverberated through the arena as it struck
harren’s heavy shoulder pauldron, denting it and sending a shockwave through
the giant man. The whole arena fell silent for a moment, Danny swore she could
hear the very wind coming off the sea.
Loras tilted his head up in bewilderment, confused at his opponents stillness
until Harren used Loras’ hesitation to bash the Knight of the Flowers with his
targe, sending Loras reeling and down to the ground.
The blow sent a shock across the crowd, every noble in the stands was yelling
at what they were seeing, they yelling about how the opponent of the crowd-
favorite was “cheating”, Danny could only think that they sounded like the
spectators of a dog fight in flea bottom rather than nobility of Westeros.
After a few moments Tyrell got back to his feet, and found he was looking down
the blade of his opponent. “Concede.” Harren ordered as he kept the tip of his
massive blade at Loras’ throat.
“I concede.” Loras said angrily before changing his tone to a whisper. “I’ll
remember this day Ser. When your time finally comes, it’ll be by my blade.”
The crowd was in an uproar at such an upset, the Knight of the Flowers, the
legendary son from Highgarden, had been defeated by a warrior from the unknown.
“Who is he?” “Is he some kind of hedge knight?” “What is with that black
armor?” “He punched Ser Loras away like he was a ragdoll” nobles muttered to
each other among the stands, surprised of what they’d witnessed.
Celtigar turned to Lord Mace, only saying “You owe me gold, Lord Tyrell.”
Smiling as he turned his face back to the Princess’s, Daenerys could only
describe his look as a mix of joy and smug satisfaction. Daenerys then looked
over to Vaella, whose gaze was only on Lord Celtigar. She laughed to herself,
Perhaps my Niece has her first crush.
The match between Ser Loras and Harren set a precedent for next few
matches.Each one flying by in a storm of swords and clashing steel.
Beric Dondarrion of the Stormlands fought without fear or caution when he went
up against Thoros of Myr, the latters sword coated in wildfire, thought
ultimately the Red Priest won out by disarming Beric before Thoros’ own sword
melted away from the great heat.
A knight by the name of Ser Arys Oakheart proved himself to be a great warrior
against the Stark’s man-at-arms, Jory Cassel and a knight from house Frey who
Daenerys could not recall the name of.
Then came a man in a skull-faced helm and ragged armor, wielding a cruel-
looking double-headed war scythe. He had a dangerous air about him, and the way
he fought was a sight to behold, maneuvering his weapon around him into a
swirling vortex of slashes which had claimed the lives of both of his opponents
with a sickening ease, yet when he opened his mouth to speak to the crowd, he
spoke more like a septon of the faith than a merciless warrior.
“A couple late entries have been permitted, My Lady. Two hedge knights, The
Vulture Knight and The Winter Roses Knight.” Ser Barristan took a moment to
ensure he had heard it correctly from the scribe who had taken down all the
participants. “The Vulture Knight? Must be Dornish.” Ser Barristan said as he
repeated the knight’s name to Daenerys.
Wearing an armor the color of bronze and with a tabard of red emblazoned with a
black vulture, this mystery knight was matched against Obara Sand, the bastard
daughter of Prince Oberyn, who they promptly defeated in a quick fight after
disarming their opponent of her spear. Then came Devan Lannister, who had
fought through the likes of Ser Wendel Manderly, Ser Meryn Trant and Ser
Richard Horpe, but even with his greatest swordsmanship on display the Vulture
Knight bested him after a lengthy bout in the arena.
Then came the Knight of Winter Roses, wearing blackened plate and a tabard of
white embroidered with a ring of flowers that was his namesake. This knight was
pitted against the warrior who had called himself the Herald of the Stranger.
Sword and shield versus a two-headed war scythe. The religious warrior fought
like a force of nature, overwhelming the Knight with a series of quick
slashing, if not for the Knight’s heavy armor, he might have been cut to bloody
ribbons from the Herald's attack. It was only thanks to his armor and quick
reflexes that the Knight of Winter Roses survived such an onslaught, waiting
until his opponent had tired himself before going on the offensive to defeat
the Herald.
Harren had become despised by many of the nobles watching for his stunning
defeat of Ser Loras Tyrell, in which many had called Harren dishonorable. So
when Arys Oakheart took the field, it was expected that Oakheart would end up
as the crowd favorite. Yet the crowd was surprised when Harren fought ‘fairly’
instead of fighting dirty as he had with Ser Loras, he fought Arys Oakheart
like a knight. First discarding his shield bashing, then throwing away his
targe altogether as Harren began needing to use both hands to wield his sword.
By the end both warriors had tired themselves out after an intense twenty
minute round. Harren discarded his helmet and looked to Arys and stated “I
kneel to you, for your worthy of your title as a knight” with a smile before
clapping Arys on the shoulder like a lost friend. The crowd cheered as Arys
watched them with wide eyes before weakly raising his sword in victory over the
Black Knight.
The bout that would decide who would fight in the final round was whittled down
to the two mystery Hedge Knights. Yet when it was time for the two to fight,
the two mysterious knights seemed to have disappeared as quickly as they
arrived.
With the disappearance of the Knight of Winter Roses and the Vulture Knight,
Thoros of Myr and Arys Oakheart were to be the final fight, with the winner
becoming the champion of the melee. The battle was spectacular, with every
clash of Arys’ sword with Thoros’ Wildfire covered blade sending sparks through
the arena. It took either nerves of iron or a heart drunk with bravery to get
as close to Thoros’ wildfire as Ser Oakheart did. To counter the Red Priest's
tricks Arys fought with a restless abbadon, getting in as close as he could
keeping Thoros on the defensive. Then finally with a single cleaving slash,
Arys broke Thoros’ sword and struck with such force that it forced the finished
blade from his hand.
With such a stunning victory Ser Arys Oakheart was declared the winner of the
melee.
Brought before King Rhaegar he received the grand prize and the adoration of
all in the court. Arys was presented with the reward, enjoying the splendor of
the crowd, and was promptly forgotten about as King Rhaegar announced that the
first of the Tournament Feasts had begun and the Joust would begin tomorrow,
causing almost every spectator to leave the arena faster than they came.
                               Stannis Baratheon
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“My Lord, the diplomat from Volantis has arrived.” Davos said as Stannis
thanked his trusted advisor for informing him the man who had come miles north
to the western plains to discuss with them had finally arrived. Stannis bid
Davos to bring the man in.
Renly gestured to his servant, a pretty dothraki girl who he had taken after
disposing of Khal Goro, the fourth Khal he had killed, to bring him more wine,
he was not one for diplomacy and talk like his brother was, knowing he would
just be a burden with anything his brother intended with this diplomacy. As the
youngest Baratheon reclined on his throne of treasure and expensive rugs, he
gave a relaxed sigh while his brother mumbled to himself over a collection of
various maps of the world and the seven kingdoms.
A man came into the tent, he was a thin and short fellow, with a robe made of
expensive gold silks, his head topped by some tall ornate orange hat spun with
gold. Renly would have to be as dumb as a simpleton to not guess that this was
Volantis’ representative. His Brother looked up from his map of the world and
asked “Find a seat, Representative.” in a polite tone as the man did so.
“I must thank you for having me today, Lords Stannis and Renly. I am Nagos, I
represent the Triarchs of Volantis and the Old Blood of Valyria.” The man said
with utmost politeness to the two as he began explaining to them why he had
come.
“You two have become heroes in the eyes of the Free-Cities with your
pacification of the western dothraki, and it is said by the Red Priests of
R'hllor that no one on this continent can defeat you.” Stannis did not say
anything at such praise but Renly gave a smile at hearing such sweet words poor
from the representative's mouth.
“King Rhaegar owes a merchant’s fleet in wealth, his debts to Volantis have
angered many. Five million gold dragons are owed to the old blood and we have
not seen a single copper piece.” Nagos uttered with contempt, causing Stannis
to smile to himself.
“And this bothers us how?” Stannis said, knowing full well the answer to his
question. The diplomat almost seemed to sprout a look of insult at his words
but quickly composed himself.
“Because the Triarchs of Volantis have sent me forth to issue a proclamation to
you. We have heard rumors of your intent to travel back to Westeros and we have
come offering support. Volantis shall provide you with our backing and an
expeditionary force in return for helping us get our riches back.”
“You wish us to be the ones who allow you to get your money back?” Stannis
uttered as Renly gave a laugh from his makeshift throne.
“You must be truly desperate.” Renly said with a smug grin as he sipped wine
out of the silver-dipped skull of the first Khal he had slain.
“We know there was a possibility to reject our proposal, which is why we
brought this.” Nagos snapped his fingers and two burly slave-soldiers brought
in a man, his hands bound in tight rope and a bag obscured his features, but he
thrashed violently in the grip of his captors. The two soldiers forced the man
to kneel at Nagos’ side and only then did the prisoner stop thrashing.
“We arrested him upon finding that instead of helping repay the seven kingdom’s
debt to us, as he should. He turned out to be sent to sabotage the triarch
elections and steal our recent delivery of gold to you for the destruction of
Khal Soro’s forces.” Nagos noted with disdain as he stroked his silver beard.
Stannis tapped his thumbs against the table with mild interest, not many in the
free cities would be foolhardy enough to try and stiff him and his men of their
pay. So who exactly was this man?
“May I present-” Nagos pulled away the sack and revealed a man, though bloodied
and beaten, the man had a hard gaunt face, his nose had been broken in two
places and he suffered a black eye, but that was not what the Baratheon
brothers had noticed first, it was the man’s pale skin, silver hair and purple
eyes that caused the brother's to drop their arms in shock. “-Prince Viserys
Targaryen, brother of King Rhaegar of Westeros. I trust you two are rather
acquainted with one another.” Nagos said with a knowing grin as Renly felt his
blood boil, his hand went for his sword and all the young Baratheon could think
of was the want to bathe in the blood of the so-called ‘dragon’ that they had
brought before the Baratheons. However as he stomped towards the inbred monster
Renly heard his brother yell.
“Renly, Stop!” as he felt arms grab ahold of him. Keeping the young Baratheon
from his purpose. “Brother, stay this madness!” Stannis ordered, his men trying
to restrain Renly as best they could. The boy had entered one of his moods, and
it took all his guards might to restrain him from killing the Targaryen.
“He's one of them, Stannis! The family who took everything from us!” Renly
bellowed out enraged as he trashed violently. “Our Home! Our Land! Our
Brother!” Renly continued with a mixture of rage and grief, though his gaze was
mad like a dothraki screamer in the midst of battle, and his mouth tightened
into a enraged sneer, Stannis could see tears falling from his eyes as he tried
to claw away from his elder brothers guards.
“The time is not for such matters, Renly! I know what they did to us!” Stannis
said as Renly began to calm down, as the fire began to die within him, Renly
was released from the guards grasps. Stannis continued with the negotiations
unimpeded.
“Explain as to why you brought the blood of the very man you wish me to make
war with?” Stannis asked, no emotion in his tone or on his face.
“I brought him along as a bargaining chip and to rid Volantis of a thorn in its
side, he has been nothing short of a pest. Meddling with the Triarch elections
would normally call for the offender to be quartered by elephants, but the
Tigers and the Elephants thought it would be a more fitting punishment to hand
him to you two in exchange for helping us resolve the Seven Kingdom debt to
us.” Nagos said politely as Renly stood behind his brother simply staring at
the prisoner, with his hand clutched around a dagger at his belt and a look of
utter hatred in his eyes, no doubt imagining what horrors he’d inflict on
Viserys once he got his hands on him.
Stannis ignored it all and tried to continue his discussion with the Volanti
diplomat. “You realize that you are asking us to plunge an entire country into
war and suffering over their refusal to pay a debt back to you.” Stannis noted
with a grim tone which only caused Nagos to utter a small chuckle.
“While we may not be the Iron Bank of Braavos, it is known that the people of
Volantis want war. Not since the time of Triarch Horonno have the Tigers gained
such support among the people. Even though it is not the usual interests for
the Elephants to make war, they have started to grow stripes as a result of
this continued slight by the King of Westeros.”
Stannis gave a nod of agreement, causing the diplomat Nagos to clap his hands
excitedly before moving towards Stannis.
“Then it is settled, the Volanti Army and Navy shall also assist your forces
when you cross the narrow sea, and as a downpayment for your loyalty, I release
our guest Prince Viserys into your custody. And as a token of our gratitude, we
have payed double your usual fees for the recent destruction of Khal Soros.”
Nagos extended his hand which Stannis shook. The two then began discussing how
they would begin their plan.
As if on cue, Renly looked to his brother and noted Stannis giving him a signal
with his hand. At this Renly then made his way towards the Targaryen prisoner
which caused their new captive to back away in fear. “No. Wait-Please No!”
Viserys screamed as Renly dragged the Prince out with only one hand and a smile
that would unnerve even the most fearless of warriors, the other hand thumbing
the handle of his dagger. As the screams of Viserys faded, Nagos turned to
Stannis and resumed discussing their plans.
“Now I think it will take you time to gather enough fighters to be a threat,
and Volantis is happy to bankroll you of any hiring fees-”
“No need.” Stannis said, cutting Nagos off as he got to his feet and walked
towards the tent’s exit.
“Lord Stannis, don't be overconfident. To invade Westeros it would take an army
numbering in the thousands.” Nagos tried to explain, but Stannis ignored him.
“Tens of thousands.” Stannis agreed as he threw open the flap of the tent, the
rays of the setting sun in his face and the darkened clouds above, with Nagos
hot on his heels.
“Yet, Lord Stannis, does such an army even exist?-” the sounds of warhorns cut
him off as Stannis stood at the edge of the plateau, his arms crossed behind
his back.
Below the two stood an army of immense size. Dothraki riders mingled with
armored knights, sellswords of various companies and exiled Westerosi, even war
elephants grazed in the sunset while innumerable Dothraki riders trampled
across the plains in practice for what their new leader was preparing. Nagos
saw the banners of the Second Sons, the Long Lances, the Stormcrows, Stannis’
own Company of the Rose, and even the glittering skulls of the Golden Company.
All of them looked to their commander and gave a mighty call, a thunderous
sound that seemed to echo across the cliffs. A shout of unity that symbolized
their purpose. An army of reckoning, united under the banner of the Stag.
Stannis turned to his guest, and the man’s blood ran cold. It was a scene
almost like one would see in an epic painting of days long passed, the
scattered grey clouds in the distance, the ominous almost blood red glow of the
setting sun, all framed behind what could be the largest army ever assembled.
Stannis Baratheon, The Exile, the Stag of Fire, the Warrior of Nine Titles
turned to Nagos ass the sounds of the warriors below morphed into a thunderous
chorus of shouts, Stannis raised his arms dramatically, quieting them before
turning to Nagos with a look that could melt ice and only uttered one sentence.
“Does this answer your question, Representative?”
***** Emotions *****
Chapter Notes
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                               Visenya Targaryen
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“Do you think anyone will find out? That was such a stupid idea!” Rhaenys
whisper yelled in Visenya’s ear as they strolled through the hallways of
Maegor’s Holdfast.
“No one will know Rhaenys, how would they?” Visenya said in a bout of giggles.
“It’s not funny Senya, if father found out we’d be locked in the Maiden Vault!
I thought you were going to speak when you bested The Herald.” Rhaenys said,
continuing her panic attack, causing Visenya to giggle louder as they passed a
random servant here and there.
“If we were locked in the Maiden Vault, at least Aegon wouldn’t get to fuck
us.”
Rhaenys laughed at that before putting on a devious smirk. “You know Visenya,
maybe if you let him fuck you, your attitude towards him would change.”
Visenya stopped midstep almost falling over before turning to Rhaenys with
anger, her eyes went wide and a blush appeared on her cheeks, for behind them
was Lyanna and Elia. Both of them containing laughs at Rhaenys’ remark causing
Visenya’s blush to deepen to a shade of red they’ve never seen on her before.
“And what would you know about letting him fuck? I suppose you’ve already had
him.” Visenya finally retorted, her face staying blushed with the discussion.
Rhaenys laughed at that, Elia soon joined her while Lyanna just smirked at the
two. After their round of laughter Elia spoke in a heavily suggestive tone.
“Visenya, Rhaenys is dornish, I would not be surprised if she’s had Aegon in or
around her fingers for the last couple of years.”
Rhaenys finally had a small blush, she spoke in a small tone unlike her. “I’ve
not had Aegon, but he is around my fingers.”
Elia broke out in a loud bout of laughter, her comedic laughing caused Lyanna,
Visenya and Rhaenys to join her. They enjoyed their laughing for a while, an
occasional guard patrol passing through the hallway. Lyanna stopped laughing
first and fixed them both with a suspicious gaze, she spoke in an equally
suspicious tone.
“I don’t suppose either of you have heard the melee results? The final four
were Thoros of Myr, Arys Oakheart and two Mystery Hedge Knights, both of whom
disappeared. Ser Arys Oakheart bested the red priest and won it all. ”
Rhaenys and Visenya both stilled and quickly sobered their thoughts, Visenya
spoke for the both of them in a sweet tone. “We’d not heard the results yet
mother, we wished to spend our day together and leave men to their violent
nature.”
Elia and Lyanna stared at the girls, eventually causing Visenya and Rhaenys to
lower their heads and await the punishment they were sure they’d get. Elia
looked to Lyanna and smiled. “It’s too bad they vanished, they both surely
would’ve made great additions to the Zaldrīzes.” -- both Visenya and Rhaenys
looked to Elia, the latter putting on a knowing look -- “Maybe they’ll appear
again someday.”
Lyanna huffed at that before locking arms with Elia. "Perhaps they will." The
two older women then continued down the hallway much to the relief of Visenya
and Rhaenys, both simultaneously letting out breaths.
Rhaenys turned to Visenya and glared before mimicking her, “’No one will know
Rhaenys, how would they’.” Visenya stuck her tongue out at Rhaenys, the latter
struck out in viper like reflexes to grab the formers tongue. Visenya let out a
wail and stomped her feet as a child would causing Rhaenys to let go and laugh.
“Rhaenys.” Visenya whined, dragging out her name. “Can we rest, please? The
melees took so much out of me.”
Rhaenys put on the same suggestive look she saw her mother do earlier and spoke
back. “Do you mean a hot bath together Senya? Oh how jealous Aegon would be.”
Visenya blushed at that and stuttered out a barely intelligible “No!” to which
Rhaenys started waggling her eyebrows, Visenya looked down to avoid it which
made Rhaenys pull her between her breasts, shaking Visenya back and forth much
to the outrage of the latter.
“Rhaenys! People could see that! What’s gotten into you?” Visenya spoke out,
her face still between Rhaenys’ breasts. Rhaenys laughed at the slightly
muffled sentence filled with rage.
“I was just playing with you Senya, don’t be a prude.” -- Rhaenys put her hand
over Visenya's mouth so she couldn’t retort. -- “Yes yes, we’ll go to my
chambers and relax.”
And so they continued, quick in pace down the halls and up the stairs until
they reached Rhaenys’ rooms. They pushed open the door as they saw Ser Jonothor
Darry climb the stairs they’d just went up, the girls entered the room just
before he got to his post outside their room. Both sisters stripped into their
undergarments, Rhaenys moved to open the windows as Visenya brought over a tray
filled with fruits and other snack food. They climbed into the king sized bed
together and began eating, the fresh fruit smell mixing well with the ocean
scented breeze. Slowly but surely they dozed off, dreaming of the same thing,
winning the tournament.
“Wake up girls!” boomed a voice at the foot of the bed, startling both Rhaenys
and Visenya. They both look to see Daenerys at the foot of the bed, eating
fresh fruits off the tray and smiling devilishly at them. Rhaenys scowled,
flopping back into the sheets, putting a pillow over her head while Visenya
moved out of bed to grab her dress. Daenerys continued to eat, watching how the
two sisters reacted to her intrusion until she spoke again.
“You were missed at the melee. I had expected you both to watch as I had.”
Visenya, finally finished dressing replied in a tired tone. “We’d decided on
spending the day together away from men and their violence.” This statement
made Daenerys raise an eyebrow, she looked pointedly from Rhaenys’ dress on the
floor to her being in only underwear as Visenya was.
Rhaenys, who’d gotten up again realizing she’d not get sleep again, laughed.
Her laugh rang around the room causing them both to stare at her. She continued
her laughter for minutes more, eventually breaking out of it and speaking. “It
was hot, surely you wouldn’t want us sticky and uncomfortable?”
Daenerys sighed before replying. “I wouldn’t want either of you uncomfortable,
but with how often you both practice I’d thought for sure you’d both attend the
melee. If not for the men than for the art of how they all fight differently.
I’ve seen quite a few who would make wonderful additions to the order.”
Rhaenys and Visenya looked at each other before looking in sync at Daenerys,
both tilting their heads for her to continue. “Ah, I see I’ve caught your
interests now. There were quite a few skilled men, namely Ser Arys Oakheart,
Thoros of Myr, Ser Daven Lannister and Harren.”
“Ser Arys Oakheart and Ser Daven Lannister? I’ve not heard of them before,
though we’ve met Thoros and Harren.” Visenya replied, curiosity heavy in her
tone at the two Knights she’s not yet heard of.
Rhaenys spoke next, before Daenerys could reply. “I’ve seen Ser Arys in the
throne room before, quite a handsome man.”
Daenerys finally got her chance to speak. “Yes, he may be quite handsome, but
he’s a lot better a fighter than any had thought. His skills were unmatched
even by veterans of wars or sellsword companies.”
Visenya was impressed, a smile on her face. “So he’ll be added to our order
then. Perhaps an instructor for younger members, I suppose even Aegon has a
thing or two he could learn from such a skilled man.”
Rhaenys nodded in agreement, Daenerys continued with her thoughts on the order.
“I was thinking on the size of our order, it’s quite small at the moment - with
it just having its officers. I’d thought that we could add some skilled men
from varying tournaments around the kingdoms, but why not open it to all
manners of folk? Allow volunteers to join from all the regions, we’d have
Western Knights with Iron Island Reavers, Northern Brawlers with Dornish
Vipers, such a force learning from each other would give them skill unrivaled
by any standing levies.”
Rhaenys and Visenya both looked extremely surprised at her thoughts on what the
order could turn into. Rhaenys broke from her shock first, “I thought you
didn’t want this order to be soldiers? If we begin asking for volunteers people
will begin thinking this isn’t just to protect, they’ll expect we’re preparing
for something.”
Visenya disagreed. “No, this is brilliant! We don’t demand any lords to send us
soldiers, we just request volunteers from all over the continent. A fresh start
for any young men wishing to prove themselves or any old veteran that wants one
last chance at getting his name in a history book.”
Daenerys smiled at Visenya’s agreement, nodding animatedly. “Exactly! I’d not
be surprised if we get second or third sons from highborn houses, men wishing
to improve their station. Let’s speak with Rhaegar, for I believe this could
give us all the help we’d ever need.”
And so the girls departed, moving quickly through the hallways and exiting
Maegor’s Holdfast, keeping their quick pace until they were at the Throne Room.
The air smelling of masculine sweat and feminine perfume, many of the Nobles in
a flock around the Throne, where Rhaegar sat looking every bit a King. Spotting
them, Rhaegar's tired expression changed to Happiness as he beckoned them to
him.
All three Princesses curtsied for public officiality before raising to stand
beside their King. Daenerys leaned in to whisper in Rhaegar’s ear. “Brother, we
wish to speak with you for a short time.”
Rhaegar turned to her and nodded, moving to stand up. He spoke to his leaving
“My Lords and Ladies, I bid you all a momentary farewell.” without waiting for
replies he locked arms with his sister and began moving past the lesser nobles,
his Kingsguard forming a circle around him and the girls. They began their walk
back to Maegor’s Holdfast, entering into Rhaegar’s private chambers, four
Kingsguard stationed at the door.
Rhaegar moved to grab wine, he poured it slowly and sank down into an exquisite
couch. “What was of such importance that it had to be done immediately girls?”
Daenerys looked to Rhaenys and Visenya before looking back at Rhaegar
confidently. “We were speaking earlier of the Melee, we’d thought to request
some of those talented enough to join the Zaldrīzes-.”
Rhaegar cut her off, he spoke warmly but firmly. “You need not ask me of such
things sister, I had left this order to you and as such this is yours to
decide.”
Daenerys looked down, smiling at her brother's words before looking back up at
him. “I appreciate your words brother. But it wasn’t for that-” Daenerys paused
and took a steeling breath. “-Visenya, Rhaenys and I spoke about this at
length, we eventually came across an idea of which could change the order from
what we originally intended.”
Rhaegar looked puzzled but gestured for her to continue. “We came to the
decision that we should ask for volunteers from all across the lands, Ironborn,
Northmen, Dornish, Valemen. Rich, poor and anywheres in between. With such a
force, all types of fighting styles could be taught to our order, we’d have the
best of every kingdom.”
Rhaegar was unblinking, they could see he was thinking over a reply. They
waited for what felt like an hour, but in reality was no more than fifteen
seconds. Rhaegar smiled. “Once more you prove you all prove your intelligence.
This idea should be put into effect at once, if you’d like I will send letters
to every lord, instructing them to send any volunteers and to pass this on to
their vassals so they may do the same.”
Rhaenys, Daenerys and Visenya were dumbstruck, all three mutely nodding their
heads. Rhaegar chuckled at their reactions and spoke again. “With this figured
out, I must return to the Throne. No doubt many a lord and lady already having
something disastrous happen in my absence.” With him they all moved out of his
chambers and began heading to Daenerys’ chambers. Once inside Visenya smiled
brightly. “I’ll write to Ser Daven, Ser Arys, Thoros and Harren. They’ll all be
given places of honour in the Zaldrīzes, after all, with all the volunteers
we’ll get skilled men such as themselves will be needed.”
Rhaenys smiled back at Visenya with hunger in her eyes. “Aegon will be pleased
with all these additions, with such a skilled force loyal to us all those who
fought for the stag will never think to betray us again.”
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Visenya entered the room, her arm locked with Vaella’s. Upon entering the
dining room she noted her and Vaella were the last to arrive. Rhaenys was sat
next to Daenerys, with two open seats to Rhaenys’ left. Aegon sat opposite of
Rhaenys, to his right sat Lyanna and Elia, at the head of the table sat
Rhaegar. There were three minor conversations happening, but all ceased when
the girls were noticed.
“Daughters, late is your arrival.” Rhaegar spoke, his eyes narrowed at them.
Vaella squirmed under his gaze while Visenya held her head high and responded.
“We had lost track of time writing letters, father.”
Rhaegar cracked a smile and nodded, the tension in the room quickly
dissipating. Visenya and Vaella moved to sit, both taking up the seats to
Rhaenys’ left. Rhaegar waited for the girls to get comfortable in their seats
before he addressed his family.
“A toast, to Daenerys, Rhaenys and Visenya, for making great strides in such a
short amount of time, with your efforts the order already has many men of note
commanding it. Yet it’s Grandmaster has not yet been formally appointed.” -
- Rhaegar turned and nodded to a servant who rushed out the door and quickly
returned with a long piece of cloth in hand, covering something. -- “Aegon,
stand.”
Aegon stood, anxious at the events unfolding in the room, getting more anxious
when Rhaegar nodded to Visenya and Rhaenys to follow him to the item covered by
fabric. Rhaegar spoke in a hushed tone to the girls. “I wish for you both to
present Aegon with this sword, it took many turns of the moon to find this
steel, though the rework of it was much quicker. It would mean a lot to him, if
it were his sisters giving him his rank and his newly made sword.”
Visenya and Rhaenys looked to each other before they looked back at the sword
wrapped in fabric, seemingly deciding together. Rhaenys spoke for them both
“We’ll present him his gift and rank father.”
Rhaegar gave a sigh of relief, it was clear to them he thought they’d decline,
but unbeknown to him they’d only accepted so Aegon would feel worse for his
treatment of them in recent times. Rhaegar moved back to the table first,
reclaiming his seat at the head of it. Visenya and Rhaenys moved back slowly,
Visenya beckoned Aegon to stand before them and he obliged. Both sisters noted
how he was slow and cautious in his approach, it was clear to them both his
recent outburst weighed heavily on him.
Aegon kneeled in-front of them, he looked up and addressed them both quietly.
“Sisters, I apologize for my recent outburst.” -- Aegon then reached into his
pocket, he revealed a small sealed pouch. Aegon untied the top and poured the
contents into his hand, closing it as he did so the girls would not see the
objects. -- “With our recent betrothal, and my recent… drunken comment, I had
these made for you both, I do love you contrary to what you may think. Please,
let me do the honor of putting these on you.”
Rhaenys and Visenya are both shocked, each having different overall reactions.
Rhaenys was pleased, content and entirely happy. Visenya was wooed, never
before had Aegon done such a thing. In sync both girls put out their hands,
Aegon gently put the beautiful ring on each of their fingers. Visenya looked
over Aegon’s shoulder and saw the rest of the family, all of whom seemingly
holding their breaths as if they couldn’t believe the events transpiring before
them, Visenya then turned to Rhaenys who was already looking towards her.
Rhaenys gave a happy nod, a wide smile on her face as she pulled Aegon up and
bid him to take a step back, she then turned to Visenya and spoke one simple
word.
“Begin.”
Visenya did just that. “Brother, no doubt have you heard of the Zaldrīzes
Order’s creation.” to which Aegon nodded and she continued. “Daenerys, Rhaenys
and I have made much progress on it. Officers have been assigned, many of them
considered the best in Westeros, but it has been given no formal Grandmaster.
As such we’ve decided this post is yours, to learn and command.”
Visenya had watched Aegon’s face change from recognition of the order, to
surprise at the girls creating it and finally to complete shock at the post
they deemed him fit for, having always budded heads with Visenya, getting such
a post from her meant more to him than he could ever convey, so instead of
trying he stood up and embraced her. Their was a collective exhale from all in
the room, including Rhaenys, not only had Visenya let Aegon hug her, she even
hugged him back.
Rhaenys coughed, the two separating from each other and looking towards her.
Rhaenys laughed and gave a wink to Visenya, “How nice of you, brother, to
notice me standing here. I’d thought with that hug you’d surely whisk away our
sister for a more in depth and private thanks.” -- Rhaenys chanced a look at
family, the girls all close to bursting with laughter while her father had a
raised eyebrow. -- “But that cannot be, for you’ve not received the other half
of your gift.” Rhaenys turned her back towards him, unwrapping the sword and
taking it in a gentle hold. “Close your eyes.” When she turned back around he’d
done just that, with his eyes closed she reached for his right hand and had him
keep it in the air. She then placed the grip into his hand and ordered him to
open his eyes. He was silent, looking over the beautifully adorned sword with
great attention. The sword was a dark steel, much like that of Dark Sister in
the stories of old, it’s handle and crossguard black as dragonglass and ever so
shiny, but the pommel is what caught his breath. Beautifully sculpted and
painted, was a red dragon, the eyes the very same rubies Rhaegar wears on his
armor.
Rhaenys and Visenya were both looking at him expectantly, awaiting his
reaction. Aegon looked to them both, then back to the rest of the family at the
table, then back to his sisters once more. His expression was extremely
unreadable until he spoke full of raw emotion “I… I know not what to say, this
is better than anything I could ever have thought of. Father, I know you had a
hand of this and thank you so very much. Sisters, it means so much to me for
you to be the ones to present this.” With tears rolling down his eyes he stood
and wrapped both of his sisters into a hug, Visenya coming up to his shoulders
and Rhaenys to his chin.
Rhaegar once more moved from his seat until he was in-front of Aegon, Rhaegar
waited patiently for his son to disentangle himself from his sisters. Visenya
moved back with Rhaenys and witnessed Rhaegar’s one on one moment with Aegon,
no words were spoken but they hugged as men do. It seemed for the first time
Rhaegar was accepting Aegon as a man and not an inexperienced youth.
When Rhaegar pulled back from the hug and went back to his seat, his children
followed and together they all sat at the table, the tension was gone from the
air, in its place was an air of happiness and joy.
“Bring in the food.” Rhaegar said to a servant, his eyes alive and a full smile
on his face. Gone was the stress they were so used to seeing on Rhaegar’s face,
in its place he was a young man again as told in the stories of his youth. In
her thoughts Visenya failed to notice the time that past, the next thing she
knew the servants were back with many a dish full of food.
Dinner went by quickly, the whole family's spirits very high with the events of
the evening. Visenya ate and ate, not much for conversation she ate until she
felt sick. Vaella left shortly after dinner ended, her arm locked with
Daenerys, both seeming to have drank too much wine for the night. Rhaegar, Elia
and Lyanna stayed in their chairs, five of the Kingsguard joining them for talk
and festivities. Visenya was content in watching her parents speak and her
siblings lounge until Aegon roused her with a question.
“Visenya, would you allow me to escort you and Rhaenys to your quarters?”
Visenya nodded, with a small shy smile before taking Aegon's hand, his other
hand wrapped around Rhaenys’. Ser Darry, Ser Whent and Ser Hightower also
stood, prepared to follow the three Royal Children on their walk to their
chambers. Aegon leads his sisters out the room and begins their slow walk back
to each of their chambers, his hands never leaving theirs. They slowly pass
tapestries along the walls, their feet walking in sync, the hall still smelling
of the delicious food they’d eaten that night.
“I’m glad you both accepted my apology earlier, the rings look add to your
natural beauty.” Aegon said slyly, a true smile on his face. Visenya and
Rhaenys both nodded their heads to each other, deciding to mess with Aegon.
“Well, I suppose we have to love you. At least you know to get us gifts, you’re
learning brother.” commented Rhaenys much to Visenya’s amusement.
“Yes, though I wouldn’t mind a nice new sword more than a necklace.” Added
Visenya, squeezing Aegon’s hand for extra emphasis.
Aegon seemed to be taking notes in his head at their words, he spoke aloud his
thoughts. “A sword for my strong, beautiful warrior sister, and a gown of the
finest silks for my cunning, equally beautiful diplomatic sister.”
Visenya and Rhaenys both nodded at his words, both thinking of their promised
gifts. Visenya spoke after a short silence “I suppose you’ll be in the joust
brother?”
Aegon nodded at her, hoping he could guess where she was going with her
question. Visenya gave an over exaggerated sigh before speaking again. “Fine,
I’ll give you my favor as Rhaenys will. Just know you better win for me.” Aegon
smiled at her words and looked to Rhaenys who smiled back at him. Unknowingly
to them they’d reached Rhaenys’ quarters first, she entered quickly and came
back out, a beautiful orange cloth with a red dragon on it. Aegon thanked her
and began to turn but Rhaenys pulled him into a kiss. It was a brief kiss with
Visenya looking away, she heard them separate and Rhaenys bidded them both
farewell, but not before sending Visenya a very intense look. Ser Hightower
stood behind at Rhaenys’ door as the group continued.
“Visenya, I will win for you.” Aegon promised seriously causing Visenya to roll
her eyes before looking at him. She continued the last few steps alone to her
door, she took her time going into her room and then came back out with a white
cloth that had a red dragon on it. Handing it over Visenya looked down shyly,
before thinking about being outdone by her sister, in a quick rash thought she
pulled Aegon flush against her body and gave him a slow teasing kiss - or what
she thought one would feel like. Visenya pulled back and looked him in his
eyes.
“You better.” Visenya quickly closed the door, leaving Aegon where he stood
with a dumbfounded smile. I’ll definitely hear about this tomorrow from
Rhaenys. Visenya changed into a nightgown and moved back to her dresser, she
saw the empty space from where her favor had been. She’d made one just in-case
she was made to give it to her brother by her parents. Visenya never thought
she’d give him it of her own free will. Normally she wouldn’t she thought, but
Aegon had a ring made for her and asked to escort her back to her rooms. Two
things he’s never done before and strangely, she felt happy with his
attentions. Moving to her bed, she peeled back the layers of covers and climbed
in, relishing in the soft, warm sheets. Before she fell asleep she thought one
last thing, I will never tell Rhaenys that I’m happy with his attentions,
knowing her she’d just put her annoying smile on and tell me ‘I told you so’.
                               Rhaegar Targaryen
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The Joust stood as the true crowd catcher when it came to tournaments. Unlike
the packed arena seats of the Melee, the Jousting lists were in the open air
and the stands built with enough seats to accommodate thousands, especially the
tower-like stands that had were built to allow the nobles to be up and away
from the “lesser folk”. Fine sand covered the floor of arena which would
minimize any damage to the riders should they be thrown off. Banners and flags
streamed between the two stands to add color to the majesty of the jousting
arena. This was where the real entertainment came about in the eyes of the
nobles. The clashing of lance against steel and the beating of hooves against
dirt (or sand in this case) was what had packed every smallfolk and noble into
the stands.
Rhaegar gave a sigh as he sat down in a massive couch that had been brought to
the Royal box for the jousting. A much better improvement over that damned
throne. the King thought to himself as he tried to get comfortable, he had been
waiting for this moment since the start of the tournament. While normally a
scholar over a warrior, in his older years he could not help but enjoy the
Joust, it brought him back memories of his triumphant victory at the Trident
against Robert the Rebel, and of the days back when he was only a Prince rather
than King.
The door to the Royal Box opened and Ser Whent announced the entrance of the
rest of the Royal family, along with some of the Stark children. “Ah, my
family! Good, come come. The joust is about to begin!” Rhaegar said with glee
as his wives sat down on the same couch as he, while their children and the
Starks occupied separate seats around the King.
The first up to the lists was the Kingsguard Jaime Lannister, whose brilliant
armor gleamed in the sunshine as he rode a great destrier with a white coat and
mane like spun gold, he gave a shoeful bow to his king as he took up his lance.
His opponent, the man known as Gregor Clegane, rumbled onto the field in his
titanous armor riding a bad-tempered stallion as black as coal, the infamous
Mountain that Rides only opened his visor and bowed his hand to the King before
snatching his lance from the hand of a terrified squire and taking up position
at his end of the list. The trumpets sounded and the Joust began.
The match was nothing short of a damned miracle, as the titan of the man
charged down the list, Jaime rode at him undaunted without fear or uncertainty.
Gregor Clegane’s horse was slow because of it’s riders weight and Jaime struck
harder because of that, putting everything he had to strike at the Mountain’s
chest. Gregor Clegane lost his balance and tumbled to the floor with a titanic
crash, taking his horse down with him.
Clegane dishonored himself when in his rage at his lost, called for his sword
and after the terrified squire gave Gregor the massive greatsword, the Mountain
proceeded to take up the weapon and behead his horse right in front of the
crowd
The crowd cheered as Jaime Lannister the youngest of the Kingsguard, and by
some the worst of their order, had managed to unseat the Mountain That Rides, a
man three times his size in not but a single clash. As Rhaegar heard the royal
box cheer for the Kingsguard he looked to his right and found even Ser Arthur
Dayne and Gerold Hightower were laughing and applauding their oath brother’s
victory.
When Robb Stark, having recovered from his gammy arm, came to the field he put
on a good show for everyone. The Young Wolf, a nickname that many in the court
were beginning to call him, took down the likes of Horas Redwyne and Andar
Royce in spectacular fight before being beaten by Jaime Lannister after three
tilts.
Lord Alastair Frey, the Commander of the Gold Cloaks, unseated Jason Mallister
and Lothar Brune before being defeated by Prince Aegon. Despite Alastair’s
defeat Rhaegar noted that the Frey boy had won the hearts of the smallfolk this
day and noted that maybe his job of keeping the peace would be much easier with
such a feat.
When Lord Celtigar entered the tournament Rhaegar did not expect the boyish
lord to get far. When the son of Claw Isle came out onto the field in his
silver armor and wearing a tabard of a single red crab on a white background it
was hard to take him seriously, yet he had managed to defeat Daemon Sand, Ser
Vardis Egen of the Vale and even Ser Loras Tyrell. A humiliation for the Knight
of the Flowers really, as while trying to regain some prestige after his
disaster in the melee, he would be defeated by a boyish lord from a minor
house. Rhaegar watched the Celtigar boy claw his way up to the finals against
all odds, he noted that maybe Celtigar might be worthy of a better position in
the Order if he continued to show such prominence.
Every clash of lances against steel, every cheer in the crowd and the
atmosphere of joy that was so rare in Westeros nowadays. It filled Rehgar with
a sense of pride to know that, even if it was only for a day, the people could
be happy and the warriors of the realm could test their metal against each
other without having to resort to real warfare and open bloodshed. For a moment
the memories of the reports from the front flashed through his mind, but he
swiftly forced it out of his mind and watched as his son take the field.
Aegon had done well. He was in his element here, he been put against the likes
of Brynden Tully, Lord Commander Frey and Sandor Clegane and they did little to
stop him. Aegon unhorsed Brynden, Frey and won his tilt against the Hound
without injury. Even Jaime Lannister seemed to have trouble against the Prince
in their bout, which at first had many in the stands convinced that the
Kingsguard was taking it easy on Aegon. Rhaegar wished he was able to save
their faces when his son unseated Lannister during the fourth round to shocked
applause and moved onto the finals. Rhaegar couldn't help but smile, maybe his
son could amount to something with his life if today served as a precursor to
his Kingship. Yet he noticed that every time he'd win that Aegon would look
towards the royal box and look to his sister's each time. And each time it
would cause Rhaenys to blush and nod, and even Visenya nodded to her brother in
encouragement.
Rhaegar wasn't stupid, he knew what those looks were. Despite Aegon’s
personality the King knew he did care for his sisters, they were beginning to
look more and more like their namesakes everyday in his eyes. Rhaegar hoped
that they would learn to work together, to put aside their idiocy and sibling
rivalries to push the Seven Kingdom's towards a brighter future.
As the final joust readied the tension became thick in the air. From the Royal
box, Rhaegar could see that the Lord Celtigar of the Whispers was fidgeting in
his saddle, he shifted the grip of his lance around as he stood poised for the
first tilt against Aegon, he was nervous, and rightly so since Aegon’s jousting
skills were the stuff of boasts around the capital. The Prince himself sat at
his end as still as a statue, with only the ever so slight adjustments as his
own horse swayed about in place. His black and red armor gleaming in the
sunshine and a tabard that displayed the Targaryen sigil was on full display.
There was hushed murmurs in the crowds, who would win? The Prince or the
underdog Lord.
With a blast of a horn, the horses began their run. Aegon struck Celtigar on
the shoulder while Shaun responded in turn with a hit to Aegon’s chestplate.
The hit must have knocked the wind out of him as Rhaegar noticed Aegon
clutching his stomach with his free hand, but quickly removed it as the
warriors turned around to begin their second tilt. This time Aegon struck at
Celtigar’s chest and it broke his lance, while Celtigar, trying to dodge the
blow, missed his chance to hit. As Aegon retrieved another lance and turned his
steed about for another tilt, he gave his horse a few pats on the side before
they charged in. Aegon’s steed moved faster than it had the previous times, his
lance aimed dead center at the chestplate of his foe.
Celtigar didn't even have time to react as Aegon unhorsed him with a resounding
crash, the blow to his chestplate sending Celtigar careening over the back of
his steed and down into the sand, hitting the ground with a loud thump! He
didn't move for a moment, his arms sticking skyward limply, almost as if he was
dead, until he turned onto his side and slowly got back to his feet. As he did
Rhaegar heard Vaella give a sigh of relief.
“Yes!” Aegon yelled as the crowd went wild for their prince at his victory. The
people threw flowers and showered him with praise from all sides. In his life
Aegon had rarely experienced such prestige as he had lived in his father’s
shadow and now he drank in the people’s admiration with full vigor. Now he was
the center of attention, the center of the people’s love and respect. Yet as he
looked to the royal stands, Rhaegar could tell in the boy's eyes he was
searching for something. He looked to see his daughter’s reactions, while
Visenya had a shy smile on her face, Rhaenys seemed to have a much more open
reaction. A look of pure joy was on her face as she watched her brother,
Rhaegar realized then that the Dinner had done much for all of his children.
“I wonder who he'll crown?” Elia said with murph as Lyanna gave a simple
statement of “Most likely Rhaenys.” This was the problem that had crossed the
mind of the King before the tourney began. If his son had won he'd no doubt
crown one of his sisters, but that whoever wasn't the problem. The sister who
wasn't crowned would face major scandal and with it the accusations of
favoritism for the Queen of Love and Beauty. And after settling everything last
night, the last thing he wanted was any more trouble in his family, at least
until he was entombed in the Sept of Balor.
Ever the intelligent ruler he thought himself, in the unlikely event that Aegon
had won, Rhaegar had two crowns fashioned just as a precaution. He had learned
long ago of making precautions when it came to finally ridding the realm of his
father.
As Aegon came riding to the front of the royal stands he looked to both of his
sisters, both were smiling at him and he returned it. Rhaegar moved to the edge
of the stands and beckoned his son to him, he spoke in a hushed tone. “I’m glad
you won Aegon, I’d had much confidence in you, which is why I made two of
these.” As Rhaegar finished, he motioned for two servants to come over, both
having a pillow in their arms. On those pillows was something Aegon couldn’t
make out, as fabric covered them. Rhaegar looked over and smiled at his son. “I
had two crowns made, for one Queen of Love and Beauty isn’t enough for you.”
Aegon looked to his father, his face full of shock and relief, he spoke with a
voice full of emotion. “Thank you, Father.” Rhaegar nodded and motioned to both
of his elder daughters to come down. Rhaegar moved back from his place, so his
girls could occupy his former space, as they did both flanks were manned by the
servants with the crowns.
Aegon maneuvered his horse so he could reach both pillows, he peeled back the
fabric at once, it revealed two crowns. One crown was made of beautiful Orange
Blossoms, the other was made of equally beautiful Winter Roses. Aegon saw the
beautiful smiles of his sisters and suddenly felt nervous. Rhaegar noted his
sons nervousness, no doubt at being watched by every noble in attendance, this
of course would have to be ironed out. Slowly he had both sisters lean forward
for their crowns, he picked each one up carefully, Rhaegar saw he meant to
crown both of his sisters at once and was instantly pleased with his son's
choice. When he had finally crowned both sisters he saw both Visenya and
Rhaenys give Aegon a chaste kiss on the cheek, the crowd erupted and Rhaegar
knew Aegon had removed any doubt the nobles had of their families being in
conflict. If anything this made them all realize they stood strongly together,
and that was something Rhaegar loved for his nobles to know.
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Rhaegar made his way into the council chamber, seeing his whole council already
settled in their respective seats, but among them was also a man in black.
“My king, This is Qhorin Halfhand of the Night’s Watch. According to him he was
sent southward on the orders of Lord Commander Mormont.” Connington announced
to Rhaegar.
Rhaegar moved to his seat, when he was settled in he addressed Qhorin. “Hello
Ser, as you well know any man of the Night’s Watch is always welcomed here. But
be that as it is, what circumstances bring you to the council?”
Qhorin responded with haste, “Aye your grace, normally we’d not come to this
council chamber. We’d sent a letter a ways back but never received a response,
Lord Commander Mormont thought to send me south to raise questions on this
matter.”
Rhaegar nodded and looked to his hand, who he’d thought would have the
knowledge to respond, ultimately it seemed he hadn’t. “I apologize on all of
our behalf Ser, we know of this new King Beyond the Wall, but as long as wall
separates him from the Seven Kingdoms, surely we’d need not send a host.”
Rhaegar finished looking to his council who all nodded in agreement, causing
Qhorin to get short-tempered.
“Aye, normally not. Not only is it the Wildling King, something far worse stirs
beyond the wall. When we ranged North we could feel the cold in our bones, and
then we saw one. A dead man.” Halfhand then went to describe what many would
call a fairy tale, a village of long dead wildlings reoccupied. When he and his
rangers went to the building where the smoke was coming from, they saw a man
hunched over a fire. Qhorin had ordered a man to take a closer look and when he
had the man hadn’t moved, they ruled him as dead. Qhorin had his men finish
clearing the village again and when he turned back to feed the fire the man was
standing, his cold blue skin clutching a dagger that looked to be made of ice.
This...monster had cut down seven of Qhorin’s men, and had shrugged off sword
wounds and four arrows before the Halfhand had pushed the damned thing onto a
fire and pinned it to the burning logs with his sword. While he told the story,
he kept describing it’s shrieking, like something beyond human or animal. By
the end of the tail Tywin Lannister was seething, “You insult our intelligence
with such a tail. Dead men walking? More like your men not being able to strike
a killing blow.”
Qhorin was not easily baited by the Lion Lord, “Nay M’Lord, I don’t insult
anyone, the tale is true. Be it Widling magic or the tales of old, we fought a
dead man.”
Grand Maester Ebrose spoke his disagreement as well, accept his was not spoken
in insult, but of complete disbelief. “Ser, I offer no offense, but in all
recorded records I’ve read, no mention of dead men walking was found. Perhaps
Lord Tywin is right in your mens fighting abilities.”
Before Qhorin responded, Rhaegar silenced them all. “Qhorin, Jeor speaks of you
as an honorable and legendary man within the Night’s Watch. If you or another
of your men can bring absolute proof of these… dead men, then you will have our
complete support. Until then however, I must side with my advisors on this
matter. We have a room prepared, hot food and fresh recruits for you to take
back to the wall, now will that be all Ser?”
Qhorin, ever the honorable man, nodded. Rhaegar turned back to his council and
questioned them. “Lord Tywin, Grand Maester Ebrose, I know of your thoughts on
the matter, but the rest of the council I know not.” -- Rhaegar motioned for
his other advisors to speak. -- “Please go in order of the seating, as to avoid
interruptions.”
Varys, first in the order of speaking, took his time. Obviously the eunuch was
thinking before giving his council. “Your Grace, this man had believed every
word he was speaking. Perhaps he’s correct.” Varys mused before continuing.
“Without evidence however, no real answer can be given. Until such evidence can
be provided, I side with Lord Tywin and Grand Maester Ebrose.”
Rhaegar nodded and looked to Victarion Greyjoy, who just quickly grunted out
“What the eunuch said.”
Oberyn gave his sense in the matter almost immediately after Victarion finished
his sentence. Rhaegar noted the serious tone in his brother by laws voice
“These reports are unconfirmed, but I fear a King of Wildlings is dangerous.
The North be overrun by the numbers of Wildlings, and if such a thing happened
one of the Crown’s strongest supporters is gone. If Jeor calls upon our forces
to defend the wall I say all of the Seven Kingdoms send men to their aid.”
Aegon, who’d sat next to his uncle, nodded the whole while of his speaking.
When Oberyn had finished Aegon quickly took up the same opinion. “Father, what
Lord Oberyn says is correct, Visenya’s mother by birth and my second mother by
honor is of The North. If it were to fall it would be at the cost of our family
and our lands. We should support them, as they have supported us.” Oberyn
looked to Aegon and smiled, pride in his eyes at his Nephew’s words. Rhaegar
agreed in his mind with them both, The North is vital to their house.
Jon Connington was very much against the idea of sending forces North, to the
wall. Jon looked to Rhaegar, his face incredibly serious and discontent with
the thought of sending men North. “Your Grace, you cannot think of sending
southern forces outfitted for warm combat to The Wall! Many of those men would
freeze to death having never experienced such cold weather, even if they were
outfitted with cold weather clothing they’d still be at a severe disadvantage
against Wildlings, who if we’ve not all forgotten are more Northern than our
own Northerners.”
Rhaegar gave a stiff nod at his Hand’s words, not at all impressed with the
lack of credit given to the Northern forces. He broke out of his thought’s
fast, before looking to the final member of the council to speak, Lord
Commander Gerold Hightower of his Kingsguard. Lord Commander Gerold spoke with
a firm voice “My King, our southern armies would be hard pressed to beat the
Wildlings, no matter how barbaric and undisciplined they are. I fear only men
of the Riverlands and Vale would be able to hold their own against them. If the
situation is desperate enough for men, then they’d have to be sent, but I would
advise against sending too many a man from this far south, for most would not
return.”
Rhaegar took in the words his Kingsguard spoke, his brain torn on the decision
he had to make. Rhaegar thought it over, his council all looking at him, he
cleared his throat and spoke to his decision. “We will not send forth soldiers
to The Wall at this point in time. However, if Jeor Mormont calls for our
soldiers on the grounds of being attacked by the King of Wildlings, then we
will march a host greater than they’ve ever seen before. This choice is final,
My Lords.” Rhaegar bowed and took his leave, the last thing he noticed before
he left being the angered face of Tywin Lannister.
***** Armour *****
Chapter Notes
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                               Rhaenys Targaryen
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Rhaenys awoke well rested and in very good spirits, her Crown gifted to her by
Aegon on her nightstand. It was a beautiful thing to wake up to, a crown given
to her as an act of love and assurance, she wouldn’t speak aloud to anyone her
thoughts but secretly, she was ecstatic to be married. Not only was her suitor
someone she’s known all her life, but even better she wouldn’t be alone in
marriage, Visenya, her ever beautiful baby sister was marrying too. Rhaenys
knew her and Visenya would give Aegon many children, and maybe - gods willing -
their children would know the same love that their parents would have. All of
these thoughts so early in the morning brought tears to her eyes but they
wouldn’t last for her birth-mother was at the door.
“Rhaenys, my sweet girl, we plan the wedding today. Visenya is being brought by
Lyanna to the gardens where Daenerys and Vaella already are. Please prepare
yourself and let us begin this merry affair.”
Rhaenys sighed, as she wished to stay in her chambers and thoughts undisturbed
for a time longer, not given that option she replied to her mother. “Yes
Mother. I’ll be out in a moment.”
She lazily removed the sheets and stretched, arching her back before swinging
her legs over the bed to stand. As she did so, she removed her nightdress
leaving herself nude to the crisp morning air. Not wishing to be cold she
quickly put on her underwear for the day before finishing dressing with a
beautiful but simple purple gown with a plunged neckline showing off the top of
her shapely breasts. Her outfit was finished with a beautiful necklace along
with the ring Aegon had given her. Not wanting her mother to wait a moment more
she rushed to the door, leaving her long hair down to the small of her back.
As she opened it her mother was about to shout again for her, instead she
caught herself and smiled before trailing her eyes up and down her daughter.
“You dressed beautifully Rhaenys, I’m glad you decided to show off your
breasts, Aegon along with many a man will be distracted in your presence.” Elia
than moved in and kissed her daughter's cheeks. Rhaenys’ blush from the comment
quickly disappeared, instead she donned a smile and an exaggerated regal
accent.
“Thank you mother, let us begin our walk to the gardens. This planning surely
cannot wait a minute longer, lest Visenya choose to duel half the court as a
show of force.”
Elia laughed, as did Ser Lewyn, who Rhaenys had failed to notice was with them
this whole time. Thankfully however, her chambers were very close to the exit,
giving them a short walk to reach the gardens, which they did.
As Rhaenys and Elia arrived in the gardens, they spotted a scribe with their
family, who undoubtedly had many papers in her satchel for this wedding will be
no small thing. When they got closer to hear the discussion they heard
Visenya’s rising voice. “-no, we’re not having a bedding ceremony, no we’re not
having twenty courses to this meal and no, we’re not seating Starks with
Lannisters.”
Elia began to laugh at the last remark Visenya made, which alerted all the
girls to Rhaenys’ and Elia’s arrival. Visenya was still displeased, much to the
further amusement of them all. “Rhaenys tell them we’ll not have a bedding
ceremony. I doubt Aegon will allow it! Fat and old Lords’ hands on us? Never.”
Vaella seemed grossed out while Daenerys, Rhaenys, Elia and even Lyanna were
all laughing uncontrollably at that. Rhaenys moved to her younger sister and
pulled her in for a hard hug, their bodies so close nothing could fit between
them. Rhaenys kissed Visenya’s nose. “Fear not Visenya, nobody but Aegon will
ever touch us.”
Elia having heard that clapped her hands together and spoke with urgency. “This
wedding planning will go by very fast. I suggest afterwards we should give the
girls matching underwear for Aegon’s pleasure.”
Rhaenys nodded her agreement while Visenya bit her lip and looked down - no
doubt debating doing some like that. Lyanna agreed but wished to alter it a
bit. “Matching in design yes, but in colour, no. Visenya should have the colors
of Dorne and Rhaenys the colours of The North.” All the girls looked to Lyanna
then, confused on why they’d switch colours for the girls, Lyanna elaborated.
“For all their lives they’ve been reminded where their from. We’ve always tried
to show unity and equality between them but what stronger way than having them
wear their reverse colours to their wedding and those same colours to their
bedding with Aegon?”
Visenya, much to the surprise of everyone, agreed first. “I agree mother,
something like this would be brilliant. Just imagine the faces on the Nobles!”
Rhaenys once again nodded, Elia moved to Lyanna and kissed her on both cheeks
before she declared her a genius. Vaella and Daenerys agreed but it was Vaella
who brought matters back to attention. “All of what we figured out is well, but
can we please lay out the wedding? So many joyous and beautiful things could be
done for it!”
Everyone agreed and Lyanna spoke to the scribe who laid out several pieces of
paper. Lyanna grabbed the first and began reading off the questions. “A seven
course meal finished with a masterly made cake. Theater shows of the original
Aegon, Visenya and Rhaenys during the feast - this one cannot be denied, it was
Rhaegar’s wishes. Hours of dancing with games for the younger nobles. Presents
finally, before we wish the married trio a fertile first night. Those are the
only things we need speak on, everything else down to the finest detail will be
done by Elia and I.”
Visenya asked her ‘one and only question’ first. “Can we make requests on
presents? I wish for a sword similar to Aegon's.”
Daenerys started to reply but was quickly cut off by Vaella. “Visenya! You
cannot, the presents aren’t just for one of you, they’ll be for the three of
you to share!”
Lyanna placed a mark next to presents, recognizing it as finished for nobody
had anything to add to it.
Rhaenys tentatively asked her question. “Hours of dancing sounds relaxing and
peaceful, but must we constantly dance and must we dance with all that offer? I
wish not to dance with an old Lord or young annoying young Lordling.”
Elia clicked her tongue at that but Lyanna responded with ease. “You need not
dance with anyone, all choices are yours. As for the hours of dancing, you only
need to take your dance with your Father and Aegon; that goes for you as well
Visenya.”
Daenerys questioned the play that Rhaegar had put on. “Will they be good
Actors? Or will this be some pathetic reenactment from people who know not in
which they perform?”
Lyanna carefully responded, deflecting the question. “Rhaegar had this troupe
carefully picked from across the narrow sea. They’ve been practicing this one
performance for six moons now. Fret not Daenerys, for they’ll put on a
brilliant show.” Lyanna then addressed everyone. “Unless anyone has anyone
questions, I believe this is everything brought to us.”
All the girls nodded except for Visenya, who asked another question. “Can their
be due-” Lyanna, Elia, Daenerys, Rhaenys and Vaella all responded in unison,
“No!”. Visenya huffed and stuck out her bottom lip in a pout, causing everyone
to once more share a laugh at her expense.
Aegon arrived as everyone was laughing, nobody had noticed him entering the
gardens but now with him standing but a few feet away, everyone was aware.
Aegon bowed his head in greeting and spoke to them all “Greetings, everyone.
Sorry to take you away from your planning early but a fine Armorsmith is in The
Great Hall, Father had him brought here originally for my sword to have an
addition, but now he wishes for Visenya and Rhaenys to be fitted for their own
suits of Armour.”
Lyanna looked to the scribe and motioned for her to pick up the papers before
she turned back and replied to Aegon. “You’re lucky Aegon, the planning has
just finished, you may take Visenya and Rhaenys for their Armour, but make sure
you don’t try to do Other things.”
Aegon chuckled nervously and replied with a “Yes Mother.” he looked to Visenya
and Rhaenys then and held out both his arms. “Shall we go?” Rhaenys moved first
and locked her arms with his, Visenya moved slowly, still startled by having
him escort her. Visenya finally locked her arm with his and the group set
forward, moving at a brisk pace towards The Great Hall, not wanting to arrive
any later than they needed for no doubt the fitting and decisions on their
armour will take the remainder of the afternoon.
Finally having arrived, guards opened the great doors and they entered. Quickly
taking notice of the emptiness of the room except a random cluttering of Nobles
scattered about while their father Rhaegar sat on the throne conversing with
Ser Arthur and Ser Barristan. What they noticed last was the reason of their
coming. A large cart was on the right side, with a stand that had adorned
armour and flawlessly crafted jewelry on it. Manning it, was an older man with
a hunched back, his hair almost completely gray and wrinkles all over his face.
Aegon spoke to both his Sisters quietly, as not to be heard by all the Nobles
who were now stealing glances at them. “That man is the one who crafted my
sword and your rings. You’ll find no equal to him in the known world, the
expense of what he crafts could cost a Lesser Lord his whole fortune. His work
though, is something of legends, now Sisters, let us get you Armour.”
Aegon confidently strolled forward with his two beauties on his arms, many a
Noble looked to him with barely concealed jealousy, for he held a beautifully
pale and noticeably valyrian sister complete with violet eyes on one arm, and
the other had a richly tanned sister with dark hair and the darkest of violet
eyes. With both of them on his arms there’s not a man in the Seven Kingdom’s
who wouldn’t be jealous of him and Rhaenys knew Aegon loved every moment of it.
Jarred from her thoughts she realized they were standing in-front of the man's
cart, with him looking towards them. “Prince Aegon, Princess Rhaenys and
Princess Visenya, it’s an honour to have created for you all. I hope that I can
be of continued service to you and your family.” the older man began to bow to
them but Aegon rested a hand on his shoulder.
“Ser, you need not bow to us, your talent is legend to all. As you said, you
will be of continued service if you accept my request.” -- Aegon gestured to
both of his sisters. -- “My sisters train in weaponry same as I, with that they
require armour. We’d thought, who better to give them armour designed perfectly
for them than the master of metal himself?”
The Metal Master laughed with The Prince, “Thank you, My Lord. I would gladly
give both of these fine young women the armour they desire. Who would like to
go first?” Rhaenys saw him look from herself to Visenya and she pushed her
younger sister forward ever so slightly, causing the man to acknowledge her.
“Princess Visenya, the tales describe you as the same Warrior Princess the
Visenya of old was. I had not the honour of fitting and equipping her but I am
honoured to do so for you.”
Visenya smiled at him with a full smile rarely seen by her siblings, the
warrior in her awakening to the praise and discussion he gave her. “Thank you,
Ser. I must admit it’s an honour to me as well, to be granted armour made by
the most esteemed smith in the world.” This time it was he who smiled at her
praise. “I have no doubt you’ve seen my Brother’s armour, or even my Father’s.
Full Black Plate with Red Trim and Red Rubies, Best of all the Winged Helm. I
would like something very much the same, but with your own unique twist on it
to separate it from theirs.” During her speaking the man was writing this all
down, taking notes of exactly what it was she wanted before he grabbed another
piece and gestured to Rhaenys.
“And what is it you would like, Princess Rhaenys?”
Rhaenys thought for a moment before she gave her answer. “I would prefer
something lighter. Perhaps a mix of Plate and Leather? I use the spear most and
I was taught by my Uncle Oberyn, I cannot afford to be completely slowed by
Full-Plate but I wish very much for Plate in crucial areas to defend. Colours
though, please follow suit in Visenya’s colours.” Once more the man finished
writing down her notes and then gestured to a woman they hadn’t even noticed.
“This is my assistant and daughter, Kaila. She’ll be taking your measurements
and once I have them, creation will begin.”
Visenya moved with the girl first and began having her measurements taken but
Rhaenys’ attention was caught by something else, on the man's stand ( whose
name she still hadn’t received ) was a pair of Valyrian Steel daggers, fit with
a giant red ruby and trimmed with black leather.
“Ser, forgive us, we’ve not asked your name.” Rhaenys spoke to the realization
that had just hit her.
The Man, breaking from his conversation with Aegon turned to her and scratched
his head. “My Mistake, Princess. As you can see we were all quite carried away
with this. My name is Halicho Mastyr.”
Rhaenys smiled at hearing his name before looking to Visenya, who gave a louder
than normal huff, what she saw almost made her laugh on sight. Visenya was
stood completely still while Halicho’s daughter, Kaila, was wrapping a
measurement tape around her chest. Rhaenys closed her eyes a moment to regain
her composure before addressing Halicho again. “Halicho, I noticed the Valyrian
Steel Daggers on your table, would they be up for sale?”
Halicho nodded animatedly, Rhaenys was surprised by how quick he could move for
a man of his age. “Yes they are, I’d made them not a moon ago for my arrival
here. Having made Prince Aegon’s sword, I had hoped you and your sister would
like these.”
Rhaenys agreed with his words. “Like them we do, they’re beautifully made. How
much are they?”
Halicho thought on that, then answered. “Normally I would say each to be
twenty-thousand Golden Dragons, but Valyrian Steel to Valyrian Princesses?
Twenty-thousand Golden Dragons for both.”
Rhaenys smiled at him and called a servant over. “Please send for Lord Tywin to
have twenty-thousand Golden Dragons given to Halicho in payment.” The servant
nodded and Halicho smiled to her.
“Thank you very much, Princess Rhaenys. They also have their own sheaths, one
in blue, the other in orange.” Halicho retrieved the sheaths from the cart and
put the daggers in, and with exaggerated care he handed them both to Rhaenys.
Rhaenys’ breath was caught by the designs on the sheaths and how they meshed
with the ruby at the end of the daggers, it was clear to her how much time he’d
spent on both the daggers and the sheaths.
Visenya came over not a minute after Rhaenys was handed the daggers and was
instructed to take her turn with measurements. Kaila, was very careful in
taking them, not wishing for Rhaenys to give the same huffs and moans of
displeasure as Visenya had. Rhaenys could see the skittish attitude the girl
held and decided to ease her worries. She put her hand on the Kaila’s shoulder
and smiled down at her while Kaila was measuring her thigh, instantly Rhaenys
saw how the girl relaxed and began working with a much more calm demeanor. When
Kaila finished, she gave Rhaenys a sweet smile in which Rhaenys returned before
walking back to her Siblings.
“Thank you, Halicho, for both the armour and these beautiful daggers. We hope
to see you soon and if you have any questions regarding details you know where
to find us.” Rhaenys finished with one of her full, well trained smiles;
Visenya only copied when Rhaenys gave her a not so light elbow to her ribs.
“Of course Princess! I expect to finish both of them within a week.” Halicho
bowed as low as old body would allow and then scurried back to his cart,
preparing it for travel.
Aegon once more retrieved both his Sister's arms and began walking them out The
Great Hall, neither Sister asked where they were headed until they were well
out the building. Visenya decided to end her act of obedience and questioned
Aegon. “Brother. We’ve just ordered our Armour, why whisk us away so suddenly?
I wished to converse with the man a while longer.”
Aegon kept walking with them, not bothering to stop as he gave an answer.
“Well, you could go back and do that, or you could continue with me and I’ll
show you the reason of my ‘whisking you away so suddenly’. I promise you’ll not
regret this, but it’s your decision to make, My Visenya.”
It was clear to Rhaenys he was trying to distract her so she’d not leave, and
it worked. Visenya turned and raise her head to the sky, gazing at birds,
hoping that they’d not notice her blush. Aegon smiled at her reaction and
continued their brisk pace.
Rhaenys whispered to Aegon while Visenya purposefully ignored him.“Aegon? What
could be this important? We’re nearly tripping on our gowns with this speed.”
“Trust, Dear Rhaenys. This is something neither of you’d wish to wait on, I
fear you’d flay me if you found out through someone besides myself.”
Rhaenys nodded once and used her other hand to bunch up and carry her gown.
Finally they ended up at Daenerys’ door. Aegon called to Daenerys “Daenerys, I
brought them. Let us in so we may begin.”
Immediately after his hailing, the door was opened and they were pulled in
quickly, the door closing the moment all of them were in it. Daenerys looked as
if she hadn’t slept at all last night, behind her however, could be the reason
of her appearance. Four large figures were covered by large blankets, all of
which in the shape of a large man but with different bumps and ridges. Aegon
looked to Daenerys and smiled widely, he turned to his Sisters and told them of
what they’d done.
“Rhaenys, Visenya, I’m so glad I can show you this today, I feared they’d not
be finish for days more. Let me show you what Daenerys and I had commissioned,
keep in mind all of these are possibilities not set in stone.” Aegon walked
over and removed the covers from all four figures, all of which revealed
varying types of armour and designs on the armour.
Visenya’s breath hitched, taking in all these armours, while Rhaenys moved to
them to view them in a more in depth manner. “I realize this armour is only fit
for one type of troop, infantry. Other troops will obviously have armour that
fits their position but this will be what the bulk of our forces wear, Daenerys
and I also didn’t want them confused with our basic soldiers.”
Rhaenys moved from left to right to view all the armours, only one captured her
eyes, a black suit of full plate, red wings welded to the gauntlets, a red
dragon's head with a crown of gold on the chestplate, all of the black steel
was framed in gold. Rhaenys reached out to touch it. “This once.”
Visenya walked over with her and looked it over, seemingly agreeing with
Rhaenys’ decision. Aegon smiled at their expressions. “That one it is then,
we’ll have five-thousand of these suits commissioned, no matter if the persons
a Lord, Knight or Peasant, they’re all equally armoured in the black steel of
our order.”
Rhaenys chose to question the symbol, for after all, a recognizable symbol was
needed for their new order, one that would strike fear into those who fought
against them and hope in those who fought alongside. “The Armour is wonderful,
beautiful and dangerous. The Symbol though, what made you choose that?”
Daenerys replied “A red dragon's head for our house, it’s well-known Rhaenys.”
Visenya must of thought she had a better idea, as she laughed at Daenerys’
explanation. “A red dragon’s head is good, yes. Why not three instead? Our
Father stresses our unity and that… prophecy, why not three dragon’s heads to
further remind everyone of both?” Nobody disagreed, but Daenerys bit her lip at
that idea.
Aegon wished to add to it. “I agree Visenya, but one thing I forgot were ways
to differentiate officers from regular soldiers. Perhaps subtle differences?
Red trimming on the armour rather than gold?” A moment passed and nobody moved
to disagree, so it was settled.
Aegon smiled wide, his face taking on an appearance of when he was younger and
more carefree. “I’ll have these commissioned, now excuse me girls, I wish to
practice my sword.” Rhaenys winked to him, noticing how his face flushed as
realization dawned on him, of her interpretation. Visenya didn’t seem to
notice, she was still stood in front of the armour. Rhaenys accepted a kiss
from Aegon, as did Visenya when he moved to rouse her from her thoughts.
Rhaenys’ bid her brother a final goodbye message, thick with teasing. “Good
luck using your sword brother, if you ever need help, Visenya and I can assist
you.”
Aegon being at the door, stammered and tried to reply; only to have a door
slammed in his face.
                                Aegon Targaryen
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Aegon tried to catch his breath after being thrown down onto the floor of the
training field once again. Ser Arthur waited for his prince to get back to his
feet. “Your footing still needs work, My Prince.” The Sword of the Morning
noted as he fell into another opening stance as Aegon came at him like a man
possessed, the Prince striking with speed and as much strength he could muster
in the strikes.
After being made the Grandmaster of the Order and settling with the more minor
details with the rest of his family (mainly uniforms and standards), Aegon had
gone and begin to try and improve his swordsmanship.
The Valyrian Sword his Sister's gifted him was hard to adjust to. Normally a
bastard sword would be much heavier to fight with, but Aegon found that it
weighed much lighter and as such lacked the weight he'd normally use to add
power to his blows. Dawn had no such disadvantage in Ser Arthur’s hands, every
time he tried to block or parry the sword of House Dayne it felt as he would
have the sword swatted from his hand from sheer power alone.
To compare Ser Arthur’s skills to Aegon was to compare a Dragon to a Wolf, a
Wolf is dangerous in its own right but a Dragon is leagues beyond it. Aegon had
thought that if he trained his swordsmanship against the likes of Ser Arthur,
he might improve.
Aegon caught sight of Lord Celtigar and his bodyguard at the edge of the arena.
Watching him spar with an air of interest. Yet as he did, Arthur Dayne struck
him on his hand to regain his attention, Aegon tried to listen in on their
conversation while maintaining his fight with Ser Arthur.
“Peculiar form to say the least, refined and fast, yet there is strength behind
every blow.” Harren noted with a scholarly tone as Dayne kept up his defense.
“I so hope your talking about Ser Arthur, my friend.” Celtigar noted with
honesty as he winced upon seeing Aegon being thrown back onto the floor. Aegon
immediately got back up and went on the offensive.
Harren brought a hand to his chin in thought and noted “The Prince’s swordplay
could definitely use work and what he lacks in skill he makes up for in
endurance. Yet he has in him the same thing that all great warriors have.”.
“And that is?” Celtigar asked as Aegon was thrown towards them, but slid to a
halt not two feet from colliding with the two spectators and rushed back into
the fray. Aegon got thrown down for a fifth time and immediately sprang to his
feet, his armor covered in dust and his silver hair caked with dirt, yet he
wasn't panting in the slightest instead he had only had a fierce look of
determination that showed his unflinching resolve.
“Whenever he gets knocked down, he gets right back up.” Harren admired as Aegon
actually began pushing Dayne back, not in the sense that the Kingsguard was
feigning, but the Sword of the Morning was actually being beaten. However just
when the Prince had his instructor on the ropes, they had stopped.
“I believe that's enough for today, my prince.” Ser Arthur sheathed his sword
and Aegon did the same. “Anymore and I think you might actually start beating
me.” The Sword of the Morning noted with a smile as he tried to catch his
breath. Aegon however stood as still as a statue, without even a slight of
fatigue. The door to the training ground burst open and in came Prince Oberyn
with his infamous smirk.
“Aegon, my dear nephew. I have spectacular news. Your father has decided to go
upon a hunt, you of course must go and earn something for your Sister’s.”
Oberyn said with murph.
“Mayhaps the new Lord of the Whispers would join in with us?!” Oberyn yelled
across the yard to Celtigar who yelled back
“Of course Prince Oberyn!”. Turning back to Aegon, Oberyn noticed his rather
beaten down appearance and gave a laugh
“Get yourself cleaned up and I'd suggest some more suitable clothes, Nephew.
The woods is no place for finery.” Oberyn noted as he tried to dust off his
nephew’s training armor which was caked head to toe in dirt.
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This time of year the Kingswood was perfect for a hunt. The various trees were
abloom with greenery and the forest floor teemed with life. The Prince had shed
his regal attire for some comfortable leather hunting armor that he had gotten
from his uncle as a nameday gift a year ago. In his hand he gripped a recurve
bow of weirwood that had been gift given to him by Visenya for his seventeenth
nameday, and a quiver of arrows slung over his back. It had been only a short
day's ride to the woods and in that time, Aegon had felt as if a great burden
had been lifted from his shoulders. Here he was, next to his father, riding in
the woods hunting. Not taking lessons or sitting in court.
He breathed in the fresh air with a sigh of relief, it had been years since his
father had let him go outside the Red Keep and onto a hunt in the Kingswood for
that matter. Out here in the woods surrounded by the trees and wildlife he
truly did feel a bit more at ease. The Prince found himself stalking this
particularly elusive elk for an hour, he waded through the forest around trunks
of elm and oak as big as the columns in the Red Keep's throne room and through
a leauge of course greenery, trying to keep himself as silent as possible,
every step careful and precise, every movement calculated. He peered around a
tree to see his target, a large elk grazing in a small clearing not forty paces
from where Aegon was hiding.
After an agonizing approach the place he currently was the perfect vantage
point for the shot, tense seconds ticked by as Aegon knocked and arrow and
began to focus. As he pulled back the bowstring to his cheek and readied to
take the shot. He gave an exhale and took aim. The beast was too busy grazing
to notice him and it was ripe for a clean kill.
Then a twig snapped, which caused the elk to become spooked and as it began to
dart away, Aegon tried to quickly adjust and hit it, only for the arrow to
impale into a nearby tree. As the beast escaped, Aegon turned to face the
hunting party, specifically his squire, one Lancel Lannister, who looked down
at the broken twig underneath his boot before looking back to his Lord
sheepishly. Aegon gave a groan and wondered why Lord Kevan had to saddle him
with such a dolt, no doubt because the Lannisters wanted to work more into the
Crown’s good graces, but if this was their plan of getting on his good side the
Lions were failing, and spectacularly at that.
The small hunting party that Aegon had mustered had consisted of Ser Barristan,
Shaun Celtigar, Aegon’s uncle Oberyn, his idiotic squire Lancel and Aegon
himself. A small gathering that he had amassed to help get him out of the Red
Keep after his uncle hat noted that “being cooped up in that damned Keep would
drive (Aegon) mad”. It had done wonders for him in a sense, the forest’s air
cleared his head and he had forgot all the strife and intrigue at the court and
for once he felt truly at ease. The only thing he had to worry about now was
his squire was completely simple, he had half a mind to ask Visenya or Rhaenys
go for a spar with Lancel just for the slight possibility that they would kill
the lannister idiot.
“Better luck next time, Nephew.” Oberyn said with a smile as he clapped Aegon
on his shoulder.
“That's the third time a beast has slipped through my fingers, I swear we
should use my squire as bait next time.” Aegon joked to his uncle.
“I doubt even the most hungry bear in the Kingswood would touch such a stringy
man.” Oberyn said with a smile as he signaled for the squire in question to
hand him some more wine.
“Don't worry, Aegon. Sometimes a hunter doesn't catch anything, just that he
enjoys the experience. Much like your first lovemaking, it seems confusing
until it's over.” His uncle said with a smile as the group continued on,
laughing at the face Aegon had pulled at his comment.
Not too long after they heard something very large rummaging about in the
woods. Then out of the brush came a large brown bear that was larger than
anyone in the party.
The party backed away as the beast came towards them, sniffing the air as it
did.
“I thought bears were not this far south?” Lancel whispered to Celtigar in
fear.
“Oh, no the Crownlands and Stormlands are suitable for them as well.” Celtigar
said in a tone that mixed matter-of-fact with terrified. As they tried to back
up and draw their weapons, Lancel knocked an arrow but Aegon stopped his
squire.
“Don’t, you'll just piss it off.” the Prince said as the bear roared and stood
on its hind legs, standing at such a height he would look down on Harren, the
Hound, even the damn Mountain. The party grabbed their hunting spears except
Ser Barristan who armed himself with his longsword.
Steeling himself and dragging up his courage, Aegon charged towards the beast
and impaled it. The bear gave a roar and tried to swipe at the Prince with it’s
paw, ripping through his leather armor but thankfully leaving Aegon with minor
scratches as he was sent barreling away, Barristan took the moment to relieve
the bear of its front paw. This opening gave Celtigar and Oberyn time to stab
the bear’s legs. Causing the great beast to fall onto it’s back with a
tremendous thud. With the bear now on its back, Aegon leaped forward once more
to strike the beast’s stomach, removing his spear and planting it into the
brown bear's throat to end it’s life, and then repeated the action several
times just to be sure. Where was Lancel in all of this? Outrunning everyone
back to King’s Landing. As the beast let out a final death rattle, Oberyn
retrieved the wineskin and handed it to his panting nephew who immediately took
a hearty swig and sat down to try and relax.
“See? Confusing until it’s over…even the scratches seem familiar now that I
think about it.” Oberyn noted with a smile as he took a long swig of wine.
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After the bear attack, King Rhaegar had the party sent home saying that after
that incident they'd have enough of hunting for a while. Aegon didn't mind, his
first hunt and he got ended it with a new rug for his room or perhaps a fine
gift for his Sister’s. It had been quite a pain to haul that carcase all the
way. The damn bear had enough meat on it that when they hauled it to the
kitchens they said there was enough to feed the whole court when they had
properly cooked it into a mighty stew. How he did not get his ear chewed off by
Elia and Lyanna, Aegon never knew, but when he got their summons he suspected
that such things were coming to him very soon.
Aegon walked through the corridors up to the Small Council chambers, having
enjoyed his small vacation in the Kingswood. He had been summoned
Instead of the Small Council, he'd found his Mother's in the chamber, waiting
for him. “Ah, My Son. Please sit, we have a matter to discuss.” Elia said as he
sat down in the seat normally taken by his father. They were alone.
“Why have you summoned me here, Mother? Has something gone wrong? Is it about
the hunting trip?” He said in fear thinking they might of found out how he put
his life at risk.
“No Aegon, we only wish to ask how you and your sisters are getting on.” Lyanna
said which caused Aegon to give a sigh of relief.
“I love them, Rhaenys, Visenya and I are at peace though it seems Visenya is
still at odds with me becoming King. She has ambitions for something greater
than just being a wife.” the Mother's rolled their eyes.
“Such trivialities, Aegon. If you show as much devotion to your sisters as your
Father did to us when courting us, they'd fall in love with you faster than a
stone thrown from the Tower of the Hand.” Lyanna noted with a smile as she
reminisced about when she eloped with Rhaegar.
“Mayhaps she needs a bit of persuasion from your part.” Elia said with a coy
smile as Aegon realized what his mother was implying as Lyanna went rather red.
Aegon was quick to respond “Mother, though I have taken your council in the
past. Sometimes not everything can be solved with ‘Dornish diplomacy’.”
Elia gave a giggle at her son’s embarrassment. “You realize Aegon, that Lyanna
and I have been patiently waiting for Grandchildren to spoil and Rhaegar will
not cease his nervousness until he knows the line is secure, all of this is
measured up to your abilities as their husband.”
“When you are married, you cannot neglect them. Rhaenys and Visenya shall be
your closest allies in the years to come, you will love them and they shall
love you, and with it, much like Rhaegar phrophisessed, you three will lead the
Seven Kingdoms into a new age” Lyanna said as honestly to Aegon as possible.
“This realm needs peace, Aegon. You and your sisters must ensure that. Your
grandfather’s reign did much to damage this family’s reputation, and while the
allegations of madness have not reached your Father, the Nobles of the kingdom
will look upon you with scrutiny until you show them that you're a king worthy
of their respect.” Elia finished for Lyanna as she caressed her son's cheek
with a warm smile on her face.
 
Aegon closed his eyes and said “I will Mother, Visenya and Rhaenys both will
know my love.” promising to them that he'd try and be the best Husband to them
that he could be, for no doubt they’d both betray any failings he had to their
parents, whether it be in state or in bed.
                               Stannis Baratheon
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“Our forces will land on the shore east of Storm’s End, we’ll have the Dothraki
and their horses disembark first to make sure they get acclimated as soon as
possible” Renly said as he moved a piece in place onto their arranged landing
site. They had been at this for hours now, making plans and backup plans inside
their tent as the sun set.
“We will easily take Storm's End, I held that castle for a year and a half, to
take it back will be child's play, but Connington will no doubt call up his
levies to stop us.” Stannis noted as his brother gave a laugh in response.
“That is why my Dothraki will be the first in. If we are quick enough, we will
hit Griffin's Roost and overwhelm his forces before they can react, they'll be
tired and disorganized from their marching, a perfect time to strike.” Renly
noted as his bloodriders muttered in agreement at their Khal’s words.
Stannis didn't like to admit it, but when it came to commanding the Dothraki,
not even he could measure up to Renly in the eyes of the horse lords. He was an
outright monster in combat, a whirling storm of sword slashes and hammer
strikes and their dothraki feared him for that, he would take any challenger
and bash them like waves upon a cliff.
“Then you will overwhelm them and take as many prisoners as possible,
Connington included, if we are lucky the Crown will ransom for him. If not-.”
“I get a new drinking cup!” Renly said with murph as he took his tenth hearty
gulp of Tyroshi Absinthe from his skull-chalice. Stannis moved the maps away
from his brother, as the drink he was so fond of could eat away at the
parchment, and the wood beneath it.
“The Triarch give us a Navy and a whole second army, and you don't ask what the
catch might be?” Stannis noted to his brother who began to feel the effects of
his drink.
“Whadda we care, the fuckin’ bastards ‘ll probably do nutin’ anyways. Just loot
a ton of stuff and leave~!” Renly slurred as Stannis gently motioned a servant
to switch out his brother’s Absinthe with water, his brother’s drinking had
finally come to a head and it was up to Stannis to keep him from passing out in
the war room...again.
“Even if they get their coin back, the Volanti will not leave Westeros empty
handed. They may leave with those they capture in chains.” The thought made his
skin crawl, Stannis remembered during their time hiding he had narrowly rescued
his brother and vise virsa from being sold like cattle at the slave markets on
more than one occasion.
Both brother's hated having to work with slavers, but such a pact was needed
since it was only the Free Cities who could provide them with enough ships to
ferry their army across. Volantis had offered them both ships and a second
army, so the deal was too sweet to not take part.
“Davos, I am putting you in charge of the naval forces the Triarchs give us.”
Stannis motioned to the one handed sailor, who immediately spluttered like a
fool upon realizing it.
“My Lord, you cannot think of such a lowborn ex-smuggler like me could-” The
man tried to say but Stannis rose his hand and cut him off.
“Do not undercut your talent, Davos. Your genius helped our sell-sails and the
Volanti Navy break the Lys blockade during that damned Embargo War not two
years ago. I can think of nobody else to lead the naval forces while Renly and
I command the Soldiers on the mainland” Stannis noted with a grim tone without
even looking up from his maps.
“An with any luck our little gift ‘ill be arriving when we set out. I'd love to
see the look on their smug faces when it’s opened up! Though I hope it isn't
too ripe by the time it gets there.” Renly continued as he took a sip only to
immediately sip the stuff out in disgust like it was poison. He looked to his
goblet and then to his brother and saw Stannis glaring at his drunkenness.
“Your drinking can wait until after we've finished our planning, Brother.”
Renly gave a grumble at his older brother’s words before heeding them with due
caution.
His drinking can wait until they are home, and the Targaryens lie beneath the
dirt.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
     Hey everyone chapter 6 here, we finally got our ideal time per
     chapter down.
     We plan on doing 3 a month roughly 6k to 10k a chapter.
     Again our editor is still in college so it wasn't able to be edited
     perfectly, sorry for any mistakes.
     Smut and the Wedding are next chapter - be warned.
     Next Chapter 10/27/2017
                               Visenya Targaryen
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Visenya and Rhaenys had a laugh after shutting the door on Aegon, after their
Father, Uncle Oberyn and Aegon had left for the hunt ( Which Visenya noticed
that neither she or Rhaenys were invited on ) they chose to oversee the
lodgings for the many men who came to join the order. Using the coin of their
house they bought the services of many a man to set-up the campsite, training
grounds. Even purchasing arms and armour.
Visenya had wished to oversee their training as well, Rhaenys even wished to
for a chance to show men up, they knew that Father wouldn’t allow it. Instead
they chose to help Aegon in the only other way they could, they had men posted
at every entrance of King’s Landing with instructions to send any recruit to
the training grounds a league away. Within the site itself they had Serjeants
controlling lodging, rations and every other task. In doing all this work
Visenya and Rhaenys had been together since their teasing of Aegon, without
bathing and only an occasional meal.
“Visenya.” Rhaenys whined from her side “We’ve been working for so long,
certainly we may rest?”
“Rhaenys. No. Everything will be perfect for Aegon, he arrived earlier and will
depart for his training camp in the morn.”
“Everything is perfect though! What else need we do for him? We’ve taken care
of shelter, we had thousands of tents sent! We’ve directed wagons from all over
The Reach and Westerlands to feed them and we’ve all but emptied The Street of
Steel for their Arms and Armour!” Rhaenys went off in a tantrum.
“There’s sti-” Rhaenys cut Visenya off before she could finish. “No. We’re
bathing, taking a meal and then we’ll discuss more to do.”
“Fine, I’ll send for you when I’m finished with my bathing, we can take our
meal with Vaella and Daenerys.” Visenya gave in to her Sister and began moving
to the door, only to be pulled back into Rhaenys.
“You could bathe with me, we’ve not done that since you were younger.”
Visenya pulled away and scowled. “Yes, I remember. You were making comments
about my Breasts and Rear.”
Rhaenys laughed and put on a pout. “You’re no fun. Go bathe, come back to me
for our meal.”
Visenya once more moved to the door only to jump back from it’s opening. Lyanna
and Elia strolled in, taking in Visenya’s and Rhaenys’ appearances.
Elia addressed them both first. “Girls, you look… beautiful.” Lyanna burst out
laughing causing Elia to do so immediately after. Visenya and Rhaenys frowned
in sync, both thinking they looked fine.
“We’ve been working constantly to help Aegon, Mother.” Rhaenys chided
“Oh sweetling, we know you two have been working tirelessly. Though soon you’ll
be working with him in another tireless quest. One in which will give reason to
this Order you’ve all helped create.” Elia soothed, Lyanna nodding in agreement
next to her. Rhaenys for her part, didn’t seem too flustered in what they were
implying, Visenya was flustered and definitely a bit peeved.
“If he thinks just because we’re Married he’ll get to stick me, he’s mistaken.
I’ll grant he’s been doing very well recently and I’m resigned in our Marriage
to him. Not for a second though, will he have his way with me, he’ll have to
earn that right.” Lyanna moved forward at the end of Visenya’s rant and took
her in a gentle embrace, making soothing noises as she coddled her.
Lyanna spoke in a tone full of sincerity. “Shh, it’s alright Visenya. We’re not
here to force you into laying with him, your Father won’t either. We know this
isn’t what you wished but it’s for the good of the family, okay?”
Elia put in her part. “Visenya, dear girl. Aegon’s been very good to you,
especially recently. You can forgive his past failings, he was a child. One day
when you’re heavy with his child next to Rhaenys, you’ll realize he’s far from
the worst husband you could have.”
Rhaenys chimed in too, her mind torn on the subject of children. “I fear I
agree with Visenya, though not on having Aegon share my bed. I’ve known longer
than them both that this was our destiny, for now though, I wish not to carry
his child. After we’re married, I know I’ll have many children with him, but I
wish not to do so immediately.”
Elia sighed in exasperation while Lyanna smiled. “Elia, you need not worry,
they’ll both come to love him. As for both of you girls, children mustn’t
happen right after marriage, though Rhaegar will no doubt be worried.
Ultimately it is your choice when you wish to have his children, I just hope
you’ll not keep us waiting forever.” Rhaenys nodded in thanks, but when she
looked to her sister, Visenya was still displeased, but she replied to her
birthmother.
“Mother, one day I will have his children. Aegon has made many steps into
earning my forgiveness, forgive me for not accepting it at his first try. I
just wish to give myself to him on mine own terms, not be forced into having
him the night of our marriage.”
Lyanna relaxed at her acknowledgment, as did Rhaenys, for secretly she was
frightened of having children alone. To her, knowing Visenya would join her
every step of the way was calming.
Elia seemed renewed with joy at hearing both daughters accepting to have
Aegon’s children. “Beautiful, my sweet girls. Now on to something much more
fun… Queenly duties. Besides having his children you’ll have the power to do
many a thing. You’ll be entrusted with hearing out folk on matters of
importance, you’ll run this household, manage all balls and Royal Events.
That’s just to name a few, the possibilities and duties of a Queen are
endless.”
Visenya looked to Lyanna and spoke of something they rarely had, and when they
did, only in private. “Mother, I wish to aid and restore The Watch for Uncle
Benjen. For as you’ve just said, the possibilities and duties are endless.”
Lyanna smiled and nodded, taking on a far-away look at the mention of her
younger brother she’s not seen in many years before something hit her.
“Visenya! You’ve not spent anytime with the Starks! They’re as much your family
as they are mine! That goes for you as well Rhaenys, don’t think I didn’t
notice you trying to sneak away. You-” -- Lyanna calls out to a servant she
noticed passing in the halls -- “-Have the Starks prepare for luncheon, inform
them that Princesses Visenya and Rhaenys will be joining them!”
Visenya didn’t seem to have a problem with visiting the Stark’s so Rhaenys
chose not to either.
Lyanna then began to fret on their appearances. “Oh by the Old Gods, you both
stink and look unfit for a meal.” -- Lyanna ran to the Halls and called the
same servant to also have two tubs brought up with warm water for bathing.
“You’ll wash and dress in a gown fit for wear to a lunch with the Starks, Elia
and I will help you both prepare.”
Not much time passed before the Servant came back to inform them that the
Stark’s would be ready for their arrival in an hour. Baths were brought in
shortly after, many Servants in tow with buckets of incredibly hot water.
Rhaenys and Visenya both disrobed and got in their own tubs once the servants
left, their Mothers washing their hair as they soaked in the water, with many
herbs and oils for their skin to soak in.
Elia commented on both girls bodies in this time. “Rhaenys you’ve developed
well, shapely breasts and great birthing thighs. You’ll do great with your
children. Visenya, you’re still developing, though you need not anymore. Your
breasts are shapely enough to both nurse your children and enchant Aegon, your
thighs will bear children perfectly. Neither of you need worry, with your
bodies I dare say Aegon won’t leave bed for moons..”
Rhaenys and Visenya both accepted their praise with humility and happiness.
Happiness which diminished after their Mothers stuffed them into gowns, adorned
them with jewelry and all but sprinted them to the Stark family's door.
Lyanna knocked once before she opened the door and barged in. Elia and the two
girls stayed back while Lyanna spoke to Eddard and his family. “Brother, your
family looks wonderful. I thank you for allowing my girls to join your family
in luncheon.” Visenya moved forward, her arm linked with Rhaenys’ at their
Mother’s mention.
Catelyn looked to them both with an ideal lady smile “Princess Visenya,
Princess Rhaenys, it’s very nice to see you again. Please, have a seat, the
meal will be brought out shortly.”
Lyanna smiled and left the room right after bidding her brother farewell, on
her way out she closed the door, leaving the Princesses with the Stark’s.
Visenya moved to sit next to Robb, Rhaenys’ seat next to her and on her side
was Sansa. During her arrival Sansa’s eyes were alternating between Visenya and
Rhaenys, Robb’s gaze however, was only on Visenya. Right before Visenya could
grab her seat, Robb stood up and pulled back her seat, Visenya sat and had her
seat gently pushed in for her, Robb looked down to her and gave her a
heartwarming smile. Robb repeated the courtesy to Rhaenys, though the gesture
seemed less intimate and more rehearsed.
As Catelyn promised, the meal was brought out shortly after they were seated.
Big bowls of Bear stew ‘freshly killed’, a warm loaf of bread freshly made,
whole fish from the merchants and honey cakes. Visenya watched how each of the
Stark’s ate, Lady Catelyn and Sansa took small portions of everything, only one
honey cake for a dessert, Visenya supposed this is how Catelyn and Sansa both
kept themselves so thin.
Men of House Stark seemed to show no such restraint, piling their plate high
with chunks of bread, multiple fish and honey cakes, to go with their very
large bowls of Bear stew. Visenya and Rhaenys shared a small look before
smiling widely, they took a large bowl of stew, a medium sized chunk of bread
and a large fish. Honey Cakes however, were their main course, each of the two
girls took over five of them.
During their Luncheon Sansa, who ate carefully struck up a conversation with
Rhaenys about what it was like being a Princess. Visenya wished to join that
conversation but before she could, Eddard pulled her into his conversation with
Robb.
“Princess, we’ve heard tales of your ability with a sword, even a bow. Perhaps
you’d show us these skills of yours sometime?” Her uncle Eddard asked her, his
eyes and voice warm.
Visenya swallowed the piece of Honey Cake and set it down. “I would gladly show
such skills off, Lord Stark. It is not often I’m asked to do so.”
Eddard frowned slightly at her calling him Lord Stark and replied. “Well then,
when you’re free, we would gladly witness your abilities. Princess, if it
please you, Uncle Eddard is fine.”
Visenya was happy with that and it showed. “Of course, Uncle Eddard. Though
that goes both ways, Visenya or Niece are fine with me, just as Rhaenys or
Niece are fine with her.”
Rhaenys looked to Eddard and nodded to him nervously, recognizing they shared
no blood but Lyanna still claimed her as a daughter, as Elia claimed Visenya.
Eddard spoke “Uncle Eddard to both of you then, Nieces.”
Rhaenys visibly relaxed at his remark, just as Visenya let out a breath she
hadn’t realized she was holding.
Robb, who during the whole event was stuffing his face; finally jumped back
into conversing. “Once we’re done here, why don’t you show them Ice Father? No
doubt tales of it have reached their ears.”
Eddard nodded his head once coolly, “Aye, they may see it. Though I hear
they’ve each acquired Valyrian Steel themselves.”
Robb’s went wide-eyed with his mouth forming an ‘O’. Visenya smiled once more,
“Rhaenys and I each purchased a Valyrian Steel dagger. They were crafted by the
Master who’d made Aegon’s sword.”
Arya, though still young was deeply enthralled in this conversation, much to
the annoyance of Lady Catelyn who seemed to draw Arya into a more refined
stature like Sansa. Visenya who had noticed Lady Catelyn’s attempts of
distracting Arya, also noticed Rhaenys’ wink to the young Stark girl.
The meal went on with random small talk continuing throughout, Eddard showed
Ice and gave both his Nieces a chance to hold it. Every person ate their fill
and Lord Eddard called their servants for the dishes, during the removal Eddard
spoke to the Princesses. “Nieces, perhaps you’d like a stroll through the
gardens?”
Visenya nodded to Rhaenys who spoke for them both “Yes, Uncle.”
Lady Catelyn chose to take all the Stark kids bar Robb who joined Eddard,
Visenya and Rhaenys for the stroll. Visenya moved to lock her arms with Eddard,
before she could do so though, Robb skilfully intercepted her arm with his.
Rhaenys was close to laughing but when Visenya looked at her she chose instead
to cough. Eddard linked his arm and once more they were off to their stroll in
the garden.
Visenya and Robb followed the quick pace set by Eddard and Rhaenys, time moved
quickly for Visenya, for as soon as she locked arms with her cousin, she was
lost in her thoughts. Those thoughts being her upcoming marriage, which would
take place very soon and the talk she had with her Mothers about children.
Robb roused her from her thoughts when he stopped moving, Visenya now taking in
her surroundings realized they’d made it into the gardens and he had pulled
back a seat for her across from Rhaenys and Eddard. She gave thanks to Robb and
sat, the four of them speaking on and on for what felt like the remainder of
the day, though in reality was more like an hour.
Finally Rhaenys got up and stretched, tired of sitting in the sun and talking
about nothing important. “Uncle, Cousin, luncheon was lovely. Thank you for
your families courtesies, Visenya, Father wishes us to meet him in his chambers
shortly.”
Visenya and Rhaenys were given more formal farewells, once those finished
Rhaenys rushed Visenya out of the gardens and into Maegor’s Holdfast.
Finally inside Visenya turned to Rhaenys with a scowl “We didn’t need to go
that fast, Rhaenys. I nearly tripped, you know I don’t like dresses for this
very reason.”
Rhaenys, for once, kept a very serious demeanor. “Visenya, we still need speed,
I wish to show you this before Father’s finished entertaining the Nobles in the
Throne Room.”
Rhaenys pulled Visenya before she could reply, through the halls and around the
corners until they were outside Rhaegar’s Chambers. Once there Rhaenys took
large suspicious looks around, satisfied she turned and looked to Visenya “Stay
here until I say, if anyone comes knock twice.”
Visenya nodded dumbly, at a loss for words of what Rhaenys could be doing this
time. Visenya did as she was bid and leaned into her Father’s door. A few
moments later a silhouette appeared at the end of the hallway, it’s form large
but she couldn’t make out the details. Visenya moved her hand to the door and
made a knuckle, prepared to alert Rhaenys inside that someone was coming. Right
as she was about to knock, the figure turned the corner… it was a guard.
Visenya let out a large sigh and leaned further back into the door; until it
suddenly opened and she fell in, letting out a surprised squeak. “Visenya!
Shush! What if someone comes to investigate?!”
Visenya got back up slowly, she spoke with indignation. “It’s alright Rhaenys,
I’m fine, thanks for asking.”
Rhaenys softened a bit at that and pulled her Sister into a hug, once more
Visenya was forced to put her head between Rhaenys’ breasts due to their height
difference.
Visenya reeled back, stumbling slightly as she did and was fixing a heated
comment until she noted the floor opened behind Rhaenys. Within that open
floorboard was a chest still shut, Visenya moved to it but was blocked by
Rhaenys. “Visenya, what I’ll show you is something extremely dangerous if
others were to find out. This was meant as a surprise for all of us on our
marriage. Daenerys showed me and I thought it only right to show you as well.”
Rhaenys moved the few steps back and opened the chest, revealing eggs. Visenya
looked to Rhaenys for approval and for assurance, Rhaenys seemingly sensed
Visenya’s unspoken question. “Yes Visenya, these are Dragon Egg’s and Yes, you
can hold one.”
Captivated, Visenya moved to hold an Egg that was dominantly white but had
specks of dark blue. This one will be mine, White and Blue for snow and ice.
I’ll ride it in The North and everyone will see me as a true Northerner.
Mother, Uncle, my cousins.
Rhaenys’ shaking of her broke her from those thoughts. “Visenya, we need to go.
Father mustn’t find us looking at these. Daenerys and I had been caught the
first time and Father made us promise we’d not show you or Aegon.”
Visenya nodded “One more moment, please.” Rhaenys muttered out a ‘fine’ and
moved lifted the hatch,prepared to close it. Visenya knew she’d feel empty when
she let go of the egg, she had to though. Visenya gave the egg a gentle kiss,
then placed it back with the others caressing it. Finally Rhaenys brushed her
hands away with one of her own and closed the trunk. Visenya then saw how
hidden they were, Rhaenys replaced and latched the hatch, pulled a rug over it
and finished with a large harp on top of the rug.
Dazed, Visenya barely noticed Rhaenys’ gentle hold on her, a slow pace was set
the whole while until they stopped in their library. Though recently made by
their Father, it already stored centuries worth of knowledge, many scrolls and
books were copied and sent to their Father by the Maesters, it was amazing, why
Rhaenys brought them here though, was a mystery.
“Visenya, after showing you them, I felt bad for taking you away so fast. Soon
they’ll be ours and it won’t have mattered but I thought to come here to read
on them.”
Visenya never thought of reading about Dragons, or their eggs for that matter.
Having never thought to see either, she didn’t wish to waste time in reading of
them, now here she was wishing to learn about Dragons and Dragon Eggs just
after holding the former!
Visenya began hurrying around the library to find books on Dragons, she needn’t
look far for it seemed Father had many books from all across the world
scattered around their library.
“Visenya, you learn of the eggs, I wish to learn of Dragons themselves.”
Visenya gave the slightest of nods to show she heard Rhaenys and quickly sank
deep into reading. Visenya and Rhaenys spent much time going from book to book
before they both reached for the same one, though it seem penned at different
times, with many of the last pages not yet filled. The title, ‘The Dragon has
Three Heads’.
 
                                Aegon Targaryen
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At first it was only unlanded sons of various nobles that flocked to the call,
but when the Princesses had sent the letters of open recruitment to all, the
smallfolk had enlisted in mass, the recruiting offices that the Crown had set
up in in King's Landing, were reported to have been nearly flooded with
applicants, many of them young men, boys really, who were looking for
adventure. That and the simple fact that service constituted three things: A
decent pay (in the form of one gold dragon a month), three square meals a day,
a bath, and the ability to be something more than simple smallfolk.
All were a dream come true for the peasantry with nowhere else to go in life.
Aegon even considered opening up recruiting posts in Oldtown and Lannisport
just to bring more men under the Order’s control but such thoughts were for the
future if they needed to expand their numbers.
All recruits who arrived were fed, clothed and even bathed if they needed it
(not necessarily in that order) and marched out the gates to begin the trek to
the Order’s training camp. It was less of a camp and more of a sea of tents
surrounded by a large and sturdy freshly-erected wall of logs, set on the side
of the Blackwater to allow easy access to fresh water and a place to help clean
up. Not even an hour’s march from King’s Landing.
Newly recruited who arrived were immediately shunted into companies that made
up the Order’s forces, in total the first batch of soldiers would number at
twenty-five thousand men. Most of the new grunts being smallfolk from the
districts of King's Landing and many impoverished branches of the various noble
houses, with a few foreigners and sellswords as well. Upon this bedrock of
fresh and eager blood would lay the foundation to the first professional army
ever seen in the Seven Kingdoms.
Aegon was pleased with the report he was given on how many appeared, his
officers around his table were silent, awaiting his questions and orders.
“How goes the training, Lord Tarly?” Aegon asked as the commander gave a huff.
“Not so well, I'm afraid, my prince. We're encountering problems with getting
all the equipment fitted, the men are still getting use to the stress of their
training, but things are actually progressing beyond my original expectations.”
Tarly noted with an impressed tone.
Aegon just had to ask what the commanders original expectations were and Tarly
provided. “I honestly expected many to be thieves or worse, looking for quick
coinage and free equipment. I expect some may still be, though a lot fewer than
many of us had thought.”
Aegon was quick to reply. “Very, very good. Show me a company at work, My
Lord.”
Randyll Tarly nodded and led Aegon and the other Officers to an opening filled
by many men. “Serjeant Harren is drilling this company, Prince Aegon.”
 
“Form a defensive shield wall!” The soldiers struggled to do as they were
asked, many fumbling over themselves and regularly clashed together as they had
not become use to their heavy armor and weapons. Eventually it just became a
quagmire of undisciplined young men trying to figure out what exactly to do,
and it infuriated their Serjeant to no end.
This was the Twenty-Second Company assigned to Lieutenant Kevan Lannister,
training to become part of the Order’s heavy infantry regiment, armed with a
tower shield and a halbert and clad in some of the heaviest armor the Crown
could afford, they would be the anvil and the front-line to the Order’s army.
Prince and Grandmaster Aegon watched them practice, well...if you could call
failing at formation fighting and getting yelled at by their Serjeant as
practice.
Aegon recognized the man in charge of the company as Harren, Celtigar’s
bodyguard. It was nice to see that the Order had at least some people he was
familiar with, though Aegon had to admit he had never seen Celtigar’s normally
stoic bodyguard in such an agitated state.
“No. No! You’re out of line! You're not gripping your shield right! You're
holding your weapon too low, I've seen better formations from a group of
whores!” Harren scolded to the group of trainees as he clutched his hair in
frustration. Then he spied one soldier who was leaning on his shield
lethargically with his helmet tucked under his arm and his halbert stuck blade-
first into the dirt.
Aegon recognized the offending man as his former squire, Lancel. Why the
Lannister would have enlisted into the Order (especially the heavy infantry)
was beyond the Prince, but his haughtiness would definitely become a problem if
he did not shape up.
“Trooper, who ordered you to remove your helmet?” Harren said as the men
shuffled away from Lancel so as to not get in their Serjeant’s way and promote
his wrath.
“The damn thing is stifling, sir. I might cook my head inside this thing.”
Lancel moaned
“I don't care, soldier. Do you see any of the rest of your company with their
helmets off?!” Harren yelled noting that everyone else had not removed even a
scrap of armor. “Your posture is a disgrace, you can barely hold up that shield
and I swore if I pushed you, you'd tip over in that armor and not be able to
get back up!” Harren’s words would make less prideful men ashamed, but Lancel
didn't even seemed phased.
“You can't punish me, my father is a Lieutenant in this army.” Lancel said with
pride which earned him a smack from Harren.
“You could be the son of the King for all I care. In this army it doesn't
matter who you were born to or where you came from, you belong to the Order
now!” the Serjeant said with a bombastic tone.
“For your actions, Lannister. I have just such a punishment for you...Troops!”
The squad of heavy knights snapped to attention at their Serjeant’s words. “As
punishment for your comrade’s insubordination, you are all to immediately to
run two laps around the training camp. In full gear.” Groans and moans came
from the company immediately as some cursed Lancel for his actions. However in
fear of their Serjeant making it worse they immediately set about collecting
their gear to begin their task.
“You like what you’ve done?” Harren said with a sneer at the highborn recruit
only for Lancel to laugh.
“Go right ahead, you lowborn dog. I'm not scared of you.” Lancel said with
pride as Harren yelled “Three Laps!” to the company's ire as they began to
march away determined to get away before their punishment increased.
This was all watched by Aegon with a mixture of puzzlement and pity at the men.
“He seems rather harsh on them don't you think?” Aegon inquired to Randyll
Tarly who gave a laugh.
“Of course he is, I told him to be.” Tarly said with pride.
“It's something I cooked up along time ago when fighting in the Robert’s
Rebellion. If a single soldier acted out of line the whole lot would be
punished accordingly, usually with hard labor or any other degrading tasks.”
Randell said with pride as Lancel walked away with a smile on his face, not
noticing the looks of anger sent by his company.
“Eventually the men will forcefully correct themselves and their comrades in
fear of extra punishment, maintaining order and discipline as well as keeping
their own comrades in line. Though that one is a rarity” Tarly explained with
an intrigued look as they watched Harren grab his own gear to go and do the
punishing laps with the rest of his company. “Whenever he punishes his men he
does the task with them, why I shall never know…” the Commander said with a
tone of confusion as he walked away.
Tarly continued to walk with Aegon keeping up with the commander’s long strides
through the camp, Aegon noted that Tarly walked like most lords did, with large
confident steps as if he owned the very ground he walked on. As they continued
their tour of the new training camp Randall continued. “We need to break them
down, Prince Aegon. Culturally, nationally, even by standing if you want this
army of yours to be at the quality you have set.-” They passed the Third
Division, who would become the Order’s light cavalry, who were busy being
trained by Lord Celtigar.
At first the thought of making men learn how to fire a crossbow on horseback
had caused Aegon to scoff at such an unorthodox tactic, but the Son of Claw
Isle had asked him to hear him out and this was Celtigar’s gamble paying off.
As the Prince watched the company soldiers launched bolt after bolt at the
targets they rode passed and kept hitting them (not to the bullseye but enough
that they were lethal), he admired that maybe they might have a role in the
future to play.
“-Mixing lowborn with highborn and blending all the cultures of the seven
kingdoms into a single cohesive force. To have their loyalty be to their
comrades in arms and the Order they serve not bound to who was their family,
their lord or their paramount but to the army as a whole.” Tarly continued
without notice that the Order’s Grandmaster hadn't been paying attention.
“However, Grandmaster. We are beginning to run into new problems, this camp
might not be enough. I'm already getting complaints of overcrowding from the
Serjeants. If we are to maintain an actual army, the Order will need a larger
headquarters to operate from very soon.” Tarly finished
“Do not worry, Commander. My beautiful Sisters have sent ravens all over the
kingdoms for men to fix this problem. Soon enough we’ll have many more tents
and our own legion of Blacksmith’s.”
As Aegon spoke a loud horn blared through the camp and every soldier heard it
and instantly perked up, Aegon failed to notice the grimace from Lord Tarly at
the mention of his ‘beautiful Sisters’. “Chow Time! You're all dismissed!” One
of the Serjeants yelled out as the troops filed orderly out of their training
and towards the camp’s massive kitchen tent.
Grandmaster-Prince Aegon soon found himself at the middle of a massive table
that contained all the Order’s Commanders, High Officers and Senior Serjeants.
Aegon thought to himself With this many men so soon, I think we’ll need more
Officers, maybe even a new rank implementation for the Senior Serjeants in the
order. Out of his thoughts he looked down from atop his long banquet table
situated atop of a platform overlooking the rest of the mess tent, while the
soldiers below them sat together between four massive tables. The food the
officers ate was much like that at court: Fruits from the Reach, Meat and Game
from the forest, various fish from the Blackwater and assorted breads and
expensive pastries layered out for the officers to gorge on.
The Troop’s own meals on the other hand was switched up with what the cooks
could get their hands on, with today's being a chicken stew served in a clear
brown broth with greens fresh from a nearby farm but the rest of the troops
meal always consisted of their rations: two eggs, some cheese, a few strips of
bacon, hardtack biscuits, and a brew called Posca that some that one of the
cooks, a former sell sail from Lys, had made for the men to drink, which
combined the local groundwater with sour wine, honey and crushed coriander
seeds to make a beverage that both was more enjoyable to drink than the river
water and quenched the men’s thirst at the same time.
Surprisingly the soldier's food was quite good, or it was good enough that
Aegon had not yet heard any of the troops making complaints about it. They all
lined up to receive their meals in an orderly fashion and as they did, the
Twenty-Second company came marching in, still dressed in full armor and
exhausted from their punishment.
Aegon watched as Serjeant Harren picked one of his men, a dolorous looking
fellow by the name of Edd Tollett who Harren had made his second in command,
out and said to him “Make sure that that idiot, Lancel gets food last.Tell the
cooks the company needs a double-ration of drink. They need it after that last
lap.” before going to the back of the line to wait like the rest of his men.
The soldiers were given pewter trays with their food doled out onto them and
sat amongst themselves, not by culture or creed, or even company, just
together.
The soldiers ate heartily, swapping stories, jokes, and tales of their past,
the place had an air of camaraderie that Aegon had never seen, it actually
brought a smile to his face as he watched men from all over the seven kingdoms
sit together as equals. As the Prince watched he thought to himself this might
work out better than we first thought…
Aegon woke later than he’d wished, the sounds from outside his tent reminding
him of what was to happen today.
“Forward March!” The Companies began their advance, it brought a look of pride
to Aegon’s face that their constant drilling had paid off. The Order’s men
would put the vassals of the Seven Kingdoms to the test, and today would be a
mock battle to mark the Order’s progress. Putting the newly made professional
army against a levy army Commanded by a few houses of The Crownlands that had
been kind enough to provide their forces to test the new army’s metal.
It’d been a sennight and already a week of drilling had done much for the men,
Serjeants and Officers alike.
From the Order, they sent forth Heavy Infantry, flanked by Skirmishers, behind
them their bowmen and crossbowmen. Flanking their force were their Heavy
Cavalry, Not far behind their archers, their light infantry. Aegon noted that
Light Cavalry was not fielded.
With everyone in position they started the training battle, their adversaries
charged forth into the fray, intending to overwhelm through sheer number of
troops, but the charge against their front lines proved useless. The heavy
infantry companies didn't even falter against their adversaries cavalry, and
were it a real engagement, the horses would have wounded themselves on the
halberds or their spiked tower shields.
As Aegon watched from a safe distance, he knew it was time to implement their
battle plan. “Give the signal for the center to withdraw.” he ordered as one of
the officers blew a horn and the men responded in turn, pulling away from the
frontline to simulate a route. This defensive feint was something Aegon had
first learned when he studied tactics and if everything went as he had
predicted, it would lead into his all-time favorite tactic.
“My prince, the enemy is committing their forces to the newly opened ‘gap’.”
Oberyn said with a rare respectful tone as a smile graced Aegon face.
“Good, Uncle. Now we have them…Surround them” Aegon ordered as the Commanding
horns sounded again. The center kept pulling back but the flanks began to close
in, the skirmishers and heavy infantry slowly but surely encircling their foe.
The cavalry made their way around the battle as the flanks closed around the
enemy levies in a quick maneuver, and as they cleared the flanks of the Order
the cavalry came and smashed into the enemy rear, completing the encirclement.
Though such things would be much harder in an actual battle against more
tactically gifted opponents, it would be a start.
All in all, it was a perfect tactical victory for the Order and a good
demonstration of what they could become.
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After the encirclement the battle had ended without incident, few injuries were
had from both sides and were quickly taken to the healing tents on the far side
of the camp. Aegon after a fortnight chose to return to the Red Keep, his
wedding only two days away.
Aegon had just closed the door to his chambers, exhausted and still in his
armour before he heard Rhaenys’ voice.
“I must say, Aegon. The Armour definitely suits you…” Rhaenys said as she ran
her hand along the black chestplate that was emblazoned with the Order’s dragon
head sigil.
“How does the Zaldrīzes Order fair, Brother.” Visenya asked as she played with
one of the Valyrian steel daggers.
“The Order is proceeding well beyond our expectations” Aegon said with pride as
he described how far they had grown, from their training and improvement, to
the conditions in which they lived in and how they had performed in their
battle. Visenya and Rhaenys absorbed their brothers tales with great interest
with Rhaenys getting very intimate with Aegon as he weaved the tale of using
the Order to encircle
“Careful, Rhaenys. Don't jump on our brother just yet.” Visenya teased from her
spot
“Oh come now, Visenya. Give our brother a chance. It might be fun!” Rhaenys
said with genuine consideration which caused Aegon to blush and run the back of
his head sheepishly.
“Hmph! Our brother is simply doing what our Mothers told him to do.” Visenya
declared as Aegon actually looked hurt at his sister's words.
Rhaenys didn’t comment and instead grabbed Aegon, she pulled him over to
Visenya and embraced them both. Aegon loved having his arms around both of his
Sisters, even Visenya didn’t seem to particularly mind now that she was getting
attention.
Aegon looked down towards both of them “From what you said I’m guessing our
Mothers discussed with you the same they had with me?”
Rhaenys nodded while Visenya flushed. Rhaenys whispered to them both,
suggestiveness heavy in her voice, “Children, Aegon.” From those two words,
Aegon felt an erection coming on, he was certain it was pressing into Visenya’s
stomach much to his horror at what she’d do to him. When he looked down to her,
she had her head lowered straight down, with her silver hair covering the front
of her face. He took this time to admire her short but curvy stature, noticing
how womanly her body had become in this last year. Her face from what wasn’t
covered by her face was breathtaking, flushed cheeks, heavily-lidded eyes that
were starting downwa-
Once realization struck him at what she was looking at he tried to jerk back,
but to his dismay he couldn’t. Rhaenys had her arms firmly holding his back to
keep him with them. Rhaenys mouthed to him ‘Let her’ and let her he did.
Visenya was deathly quiet with her head still down. Aegon had thought she was
just looking, then he felt her small hand trace the outline of his cock, it
pulsed on her second round of tracing. Visenya as if in a daze continued doing
this, until she suddenly backed up and wouldn’t meet his face. Rhaenys gave her
an encouraging smile and soothed her “It’s okay Visenya, you were curious.”
Aegon was sure that he’d never been harder in his life and truthfully he hoped
now he wouldn’t have to wait for his wedding night. No such luck prevailed for
him, Rhaenys gathered up Visenya, holding her close and bid him a goodnight,
Visenya did as well but it was clear to him she was still dazed with their
recent activity.
With them gone Aegon quickly removed his armour and the clothing underneath,
thinking to himself the whole time. I need not do this much longer, our Wedding
is set in two days time, then I’ll have what’s mine.
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                                Aegon Targaryen
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The Bells of the Sept of Baelor rang out across the city, and that only meant
three things: either the city was under siege, the King was dead, or it was a
royal wedding. Thankfully for everyone it was the latter and only the groom and
his brides were the ones nervous about the fate of their lives.
The culmination of months of planning and the day had finally come, sneaking up
on most like a mugger’s club to the back of the head. Where was Prince Aegon in
all this you may ask? Busy trying not to have a panic attack as a result of the
stress he had been put under.
Normally a wedding would involve the bride and groom being free of any labors
so as to not strain them, but it seems Aegon had no such luck and had to
supervise everything from the organization of the banquet to how the silverware
would be arranged, because for some unknown reason his Father had locked
himself in the Small Council chambers as part of a ‘private meeting’ and
refused to come out and do what he was suppose to be doing for his own
children’s wedding.
After having finalized the seating in the throne room for the banquet, making
sure that all the Dragon skulls in the throne room had been dusted by the
servants and having almost emptied the cellar of beer, ale, mead and wine in
preparation, Aegon had given the final orders to multiple Chief servants who
rapidly dispersed to carry out their tasks leaving the Prince alone and with a
massive headache in the middle of The Grand Hall.
“What troubles you, Prince Aegon?” A voice cut through and Aegon turns to look
at who said it but saw no one.
“Below you, my lord.” Aegon looked down to see the second-son of Tywin
Lannister and his heir to the Rock, Lord Tyrion.
Aegon cleared his threat and said “Excuse me, Lord Tyrion. I'm just..um-”
“Being runned ragged as a result of your Father?” He asked with his smooth deep
voice that contrasted his size and appearance.
“How did you-?” Tyrion gave a chuckle at Aegon’s words “I ran into the same
problems with my own father.” Tyrion said as he handed Aegon his wineskin which
the Prince then took a hearty gulp.
“When it finally came through to him that he'd never have my brother Jaime
released from the Kingsguard and he was stuck with me, he at first was livid.
Assigning me as the head of sanitation for the Rock. Yet when he found out I
had not only succeeded at my new position, but I had revolutionized it out of
spite, he did something that I never thought possible.”
“That was?” Aegon questioned as he took another swig before handing the nearly
empty wine-skin back to Tyrion.
“He was both impressed and took me seriously for the first time in my life.
When your Father called him up to serve as Master of Coin he then delegated
most of the Westerlands administration to me, to both test my resolve and see
if I really was worthy.”
“Did it work?” Aegon asked as Lord Tyrion began to strut awkwardly away.
“I’ll send you a letter when it does!” Tyrion boasted before he disappeared
around a corner. Aegon gave a sigh, realizing he needed to get ready and make
himself presentable before all those at the reception.
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Aegon pulled at the collar of his doublet, the Sept of Balor should not have
been this hot, but his heavy embroidered jetblack doublet did not help him
cooldown especially with the overwhelming presence of candles and incense
burners making the air thick with sweet smelling smoke. He had arrived first as
was customary for the groom and now had to wait as the many guests filed into
their seats. He felt the pressure of a thousand pairs of eyes watching him with
scrutiny, but through it he saw the faces of Elia and Lyanna who gave him a
reassuring looks.
Once all those in attendance were seated and the signal was given, the doors to
the sept opened and in came his Sisters escorted by their Father.
Dressed in flowing gowns of white and orange they walked towards him, their
Father having an arm locked with each of theirs. Rhaenys and Visenya wore the
same gown and hair styles, but different jewelry to accent their dress. Rhaenys
wore her hair straight down with Winter Roses mixed in her hair, just as
Visenya. Each wore a similar necklace with a different stone in them. Orange
was Visenya’s stone, Blue was Rhaenys’.
Elia and Lyanna were both tearful at the front of the crowd, their sobs getting
louder when Rhaegar deposited the girls in front of Aegon. They locked arms
with another and stood facing Aegon, the High Septon, pleased with their
appearance decided not to waste time and jumped right into reciting the wedding
script. Soon enough they were at their vows.
“Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am theirs, and they
are mine. From this day, until the end of my days.” Aegon recited as his
sisters did the same.
“With this kiss-” “-we pledge our love” Visenya and Rhaenys said as they both
kissed Aegon.
“… and take you for our lord and husband” the two said as Aegon swallowed the
lump in his throats and said “ …and take you for my ladies and wives”
“Let it be known that Rhaenys, Visenya and Aegon of House Targaryen are one
flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever” the High Septon declared and with
that the crowd cheered
Elia and Lyanna had tears of joy in their eyes and smiles on their face as the
newlyweds walked by them. Their Father Rhaegar had a wide smile, not often seen
by them, he nodded to Aegon and spoke aloud for all to hear.
“You make us all proud, Aegon.”
Aegon had never heard that before, spoken in the presence of so many and absent
mindedly exited the Sept with his Sister Wives.
“Center Face!” Commander Yohn Royce, dressed in his bronze runic armor that was
polished to a mirror shine, yelled to the elite detachment of Order who had
stood patiently outside for the Groom and Brides. “Present ARMS!” The Soldiers
of the Order raised their halberts above the royal trio as they passed along
the columns of armored men. As the Prince and Princesses walked out into the
sun they were showered with flower petals from alter children at the top of the
sept. The Brides and Groom mounted a trio of destrier horses and began their
ride back to the Keep.
The newly married royals moved through the crowd upon their horses, the
smallfolk cheered and cried as the three rode through the city streets,
showering the married couple with flowers, once they were back inside the Red
Keep, they were quickly helped off their Horses and ushered into the Garden
where the wedding feast was being held.
The feast was to be seven courses long and no expense was being spared, if it
were expensive or exotic, it would be at the wedding. Wines from all over
Westeros, Species from Essos, produce from the South, Sugar from the Summer
Isles, game fresh from the King’s Wood, hundreds of coops worth of chickens
made for their eggs and meat, hogs fattened to the size of small ponies
providing succulent pork, cows by the hundreds were selectively slaughter to
provide only the best of beef, and fish the size of men and shellfish by the
thousands were dredged up from the Blackwater and the Narrow Sea only this very
morning so that they were as fresh as they could be.
The feast began with a collection of starters ranging from cuts of meats like
Braavosi antipasto, to fresh olives and fruits like dornish dates, Reachland
grapes and strawberries, and salmon and caviar served on small bite-sized
rolls. Then came an appetizing flatbread with a tangy red sauce that had been
topped with shredded cheese before being baked in the titanic wood-fired ovens
that provided the Red Keep with it’s daily bread. The third course was a hearty
soup made with only the freshest fish and clams in a white creamy broth and
served with a light fluffy roll with a flakey crust that easily cracked in the
person's grip
The court gratuitously ate as dancers, acrobats and contortionist from Lys,
Braavos and even the far-eastern lands of Yi Ti all put their skills on display
before the court in a grand circus of human skill and entertainment. Dancing
dwarves, jugglers, tumblers, jesters and minstrels brought hoots of laughter
and cheers of joy as the nobles watched with glee.
Then came a troupe of mummers, no doubt the best at their trade, who put on a
spectacular play of the Conquest of Westeros though Visenya did make a note
that she was not pleased much to the amusement of Aegon and Rhaenys.
 
However through all this, Aegon watched something that interested him the most,
and that was the seats of Adrien and Shaun Celtigar who appeared to both be
trying to give the other cold looks.
“Son” Adrien Celtigar noted with a cold tone as he sipped his wine. “Father”
Shaun noted with a tone be equal to his Father. “Last I saw of you, you had
stolen a hundred gold dragons and hopped aboard a ship bound for the Reach.”
“Now look at you, a landed Lord and a trusted member of the new Royal Army no
less.” The Lord of Claw Isle said as his scowl transformed into a smile. “To
top it off you've gone and gotten yourself a landed lordship in Crackclaw
Point!” Adrien said as he brought his son into a loving embrace, something that
took the younger Celtigar aback. “You've done more for our line than your fool
of a brother ever did!” The Lord of Claw Isle said with joy as he gave his son
a pat on the back. Aegon couldn't help but laugh in delight at the charming
scene, at least one Father and Son were having a good time at his wedding.
Rhaegar had been gone again shortly after their arrival back to The Keep, when
asked he said the same thing he had earlier ‘Private Meeting’ - though about
what Aegon had no idea.
Drunken revelry became the norm of the banquet and caused the Royal Trio laughs
as they watched everyone begin to overdrink and become increasingly prone to
fighting, flirting and all other manner of behavior that most of the nobles in
the court wouldn't get caught dead committing.
Rhaenys and Visenya themselves seemed to have had too much to drink and both
began competing for Aegon’s attention. Knocking objects around and whispering
obscenities, their acts almost distracted him from the flow of gifts being
presented to the new Royal Trio.
They were gifted many things, but only a few stuck out to Aegon.
Lord Tyrion brought forth a tome that Aegon recognized as the Lives of the Four
Kings, a rare and no doubt expensive book that only four were reportedly still
in existence.
The Two Lord Celtigars brought a massive and extremely expensive myrish rug
that Aegon no doubt would love to use in his chambers.
Their uncle Oberyn presented a dazzling red, orange and black dress for Rhaenys
and a suit of light and expensive looking scale-mail armour for Visenya that
caused her to become giddy at the prospect of wearing, so much so that Rhaenys
had to restrain her in her seat so she wouldn’t leave her own wedding Feast.
Old Jon Arryn, High Lord of the Vale, came with a prized Gyrfalcon for each of
the siblings, the colouring of each unique to what he thought they’d each
prefer.
The Starks had presented them clothing made of rare Snow-Bear fur that would
provide them both with warmth and comfort in the upcoming winter along with a
medium sized keep to use as they wish.
The Tullys outdid themselves when they came with the deed to harrenhal which
they had partially restored after the untimely death of Lord Whent who had died
without heir.
Aegon made note that the massive castle would be a perfect headquarters for the
Order and a beautiful place to vacation with his Wives.
Lord Willas Tyrell and his wife came forth, since Mace Tyrell’s death in a
freak and somewhat mysterious banquet accident Willas had taken the reigns of
the Reach with wisdom and valor, and it showed when he brought forth a chest of
expensive and exotic jewelry from all over the Seven Kingdoms and Essos
impressing his Sister Wives considerably at the ornate and wonderful display,
Aegon knew he was being led on but he had to admit it was a wonderful gift.
Yet Willas’ gift to them did not end there.
Wilas was reported to be the best animal breeder in The Seven Kingdoms and he
showed it when he brought forth a magnificent courser stallion that was beyond
anything that the castle stables could have ever produced. Then came a chest
almost overflowing with gold dragons and gems all for the Prince. Willas
whispered to him with that gift “If your Wives are jealous and wish for a steed
of their own, you need only ask, Prince Aegon.”
Aegon nodded dumbly, unsure as to why this Lord would gift them so much.
“You gave those incestous children more than you ever did on our own wedding
day…” His wife said in a sour tone.
Despite her best efforts to conceal her scorn of the Children amidst the
cacophony of The Great Hall, the woman’s words were still heard by the
siblings, though Aegon let her off in the good spirit of their wedding.
“Who was that?” Rhaenys asked with disgust as Aegon gave a glare at the woman
as she walked away.
“That was Cersei Lannister-Tyrell, the daughter of Tywin and brother to Ser
Jaime.” Aegon said through clenched teeth and a forced smilen as he maintained
a death-grip over his dinner knife.
“I don't like her.” Visenya noted with a sour look as her brother and newly wed
husband gave a huff.
“I think that is something we can all agree on, ‘Senya.” Aegon noted as Visenya
gave a laugh, she couldn't believe they'd even found something to agree on for
once.
Aegon began looking through the book Lord Tyrion gave him and realized that
after this night he’d need to make the time to read it. In it were such rare
details and tales regarding Kings long gone. Aegon moved throughout his gifts
and saw his Sisters speaking with their Mothers, he paused and truly looked at
them the way you would a lover.
Rhaenys, his older sister. From the way she acted Aegon liked to think she’d be
sweet and lovely to bed. She was always kind, patient and more than willing to
help him with anything. He supposed it was her knowledge of their joined
destinies that had quite a hand in her treatment of him. Look wise, she was
every bit the Dornish Woman his Mother was, deeply tanned skin, black hair with
good sized tits and a nice arse. Targaryen features in her were very few,
Violet eyes chief among the minimal features she had.
Visenya was a different beast entirely. Visenya was a warrior no matter what
she was doing, whereas Rhaenys would be gentle and sweet when needed, Visenya
would be aggressive and rough. Both thoughts excited him, Rhaenys was a
reassurance of love, Visenya he would have to tame and show her that he could
match her strength. He hadn’t always treated her well, with their different
Mothers and the rumours that were spread because of it, he realized his
mistakes late and now her attitude towards him would always remind him of that.
Hopefully she could see his love - she need only trust him.
Aegon began to think of how he’d treated her in the past but decided as a
wedding gift to himself he’d stow away those thoughts for another time, he
wanted to admire her looks. Visenya was purely a Targaryen, sharing few traits
with the Starks, she was shorter than both him and Rhaenys, with long silver
hair and piercing violet eyes, small but firm breasts and an even more toned
body than Rhaenys due to her sword lessons every day.
He knew after thinking and looking at his Sisters that he was the luckiest man
in the whole of the Seven Kingdoms, if not the world. Just thinking of being in
them both tonight had his pants constricting on his cock, the thought of their
nude bodies pres-
“Prince Aegon. Your Father is about to make his wedding speech, he’s waiting on
you to take your seat.” Aegon felt Ser Arthur’s hand on his shoulder when he
finished speaking. Aegon let out a sigh.
“Yes Ser, let us not make him wait any longer.”
Ser Arthur went back to his post and Aegon stood still for a moment, not
wishing anyone to see his arousal. Finally when it went down he moved quickly
back through the gifts and to his table.
He fell into his seat just in time. Not long after he claimed it came the sound
of his Father tapping his glass.
“Lords and Ladies of the Seven Kingdoms, my Son, and my Beautiful Daughters. I
have neglected to present my gift...:” The King said with a smile as four
strong men came in with a large crate that Visenya and Rhaenys both seemed to
recognize. The servants placed the chest before the Royal Children and Rhaegar
opened them. The gasps and shock that the nobles gave as they saw what was
inside could be heard as Aegon got up to see what all their reactions were
about, and then he saw it.
Dragon eggs, six of them, Aegon could not believe his eyes while Visenya and
Rhaenys tried to feign surprise but could not, since they had let their
curiosity get to them and had found out about their Father’s gifts long before
the wedding.
The eggs were all different colors, from pitch black to amythest with sapphire
flecks, all six for their family. Aegon was the first to chose and he took the
black one as he wished none of his family to be saddled with such a dull egg,
while Rhaenys’ pick was one that was the color of smoldering Embers, and
Visenya chose the egg coloured like unbleached bone and marked with red swirl-
like designs. Which left Vaella and Daenerys to pick between the sapphire and
amethyst egg and the egg that looked to be colored a pure silver for themselves
later. The dragon eggs were almost warm to the touch in their hands and Aegon
seemed rather at ease when holding on to it.
Aegon couldn't think of what to say for such an extraordinary gift from his
father, but his Sisters thankfully gave their father great thanks and praise
for finding such fantastic gifts.
Aegon, finally getting his words in order, stood up after having received such
praise from everyone at the sight of them holding their new dragon eggs.
“Everyone, we appreciate your loyalty to the crown and your joy at seeing the
eggs. They are as much a treasure to I as they are to you. Now having said
that, I must begin my duty to my Wives.”
Towards the end of his speaking many of the men in attendance began banging
their hands on the tables and shouting out drunken encouragements to Aegon.
Aegon smiled and looked towards both his Sisters, both were prepared for the
bedding and began reluctantly moving to the crowd. Aegon became very possessive
at the thought of all these men seeing his Sister's naked, their hands going
all over what was his.
“Now, before I begin that duty I must inform you all; There will be NO bedding
ceremony, I’m sure you can forgive me, but I believe their bodies are for my
eyes only.”
Aegon turned and looked towards his Sisters and saw they both were looking at
him intensely, smiles beginning to form on their beautiful faces. Aegon
couldn’t help but smile stupidly back at them, and he did for some time
apparently as his Mother Elia saw it fit to hasten him. “Aegon, go to them,
show them your love.”
Aegon nodded and all but sprinted to his Sisters, grabbing both their arms as
he strutted them towards the exit, ignoring the remarks on their way out.
“Killjoy…” “Wants to fuck his Sisters in peace….” “the Impotent Little-” “oh
‘He wants his bloody privacy’!” Some of the nobles(men and women alike) jeer as
they watched the Royal Trio shuffle out of the room, the doors begin to close
and Aegon could only see Lord Tyrion smirking at him from the front of the
crowd
“Good luck.” He mouthed as the door fully closed
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Aegon took in a deep breath and hoped his Sisters hadn’t noticed. “Well
Sisters, let’s go to our new shared chamber?” Aegon came off indecisive much to
his disgruntlement, for as much as his Sisters were virgins, he was as well.
All of his confidence in how to treat them had disappeared once he’d realized
in just a few moments he’d see them both naked and ready for him.
Visenya looked at him with a drunken pout. “No. You have Rhaenys, I’m going to
bed alone” and she began to walk away, only for Rhaenys to wrap an arm around
her waist and pull Visenya against her. At that moment Aegon was incredibly
thankful for his Older Sister, for as much as she liked and wanted Aegon, he
knew she didn’t discriminate based on sexes. Aegon wished very badly to have
both his Sisters, but the thought of watching them together made him just as
hard.
During his daydreaming he hadn’t realized he was being dragged to their
chambers, to his side Visenya had kept her pout but was still showing some
interest in heading to their chamber. Rhaenys showed no lack of interest, if
anything she had a bounce to her step and a naughty smile on her face, when she
opened the door she pushed them both in and loudly closed it behind her.
Aegon went for wine that was left on the table, it was quickly removed from his
grasp as he was moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Rhaenys spoke to him with
a smile, her eyes looking downward the whole while “Brother, how do you expect
to pleasure us both with so much wine in your system? Not only would you let us
down, but you’d forget the first night of our joinings.”
Visenya laughed at that and once more he realized she was here, she hadn’t
retreated to her chamber though she tried. Instead she was in her underclothes,
her dress crumpled on the floor next “Aw Aegon, like what you see?” Aegon
nodded and moved to touch her only for Visenya to jump back from him with a
snarky reply “No touching.”
“Visenya! Be nice to our Brother, it’s our wedding night. Aegon, my love, look
at me.” Aegon did and what he saw was something only akin to the Maiden made
flesh. Rhaenys had shed everything, standing only in her natural beauty, her
womanly curves, perky breasts and a mound covered in black hair. Aegon admired
everything about her, her flawless dornish coloured skin, a toned arse and the
way her gaze stuck to him; unwavering and confident.
Rhaenys brushed passed him and on to Visenya, trying to have her shed her
clothing too. Visenya looked away from Rhaenys’ nudity and held both her arms
“Rhaenys… no”
Rhaenys pulled back and looked into Visenya’s eyes. Aegon saw their lips moving
and couldn’t hear them, he realized they were mouthing words to one another,
Visenya had gotten more animated by the second until she huffed and turned
around. Aegon had thought she was leaving, instead she moved under the beds
covers.
Aegon spoke his thoughts “Bed so soo-”
Visenya cut him off. “No. Shut up.” Aegon then saw her underclothes slip from
under the sheets and realized she had hidden her nudity with the covers,
clearly wishing to avoid them both ogling her body.
Aegon's interest was purely on Visenya and her nude body under the covers.
Until he felt his shirt being lifted over his head. He turned to see Rhaenys
completely nude lifting his shirt, his gaze lingered on her tits and she
noticed it with a wicked smile. “You like my tits Aegon? Touch them, they
belong to you now.”
With his shirt now off he did as he was told, gently cupping the weight of her
breasts before working his hand up to roll her nipple between his thumb and
finger, which elicited sharp gasps from Rhaenys.
Aegon continued caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples until she ripped
his pants down and off of him. Rhaenys gripped his shaft and began working it
while her other hand cupped his balls, leaving her tits completely at his
mercy. Aegon continued touching her and completely forgot Visenya in the bed,
he turned his head at just the right angle to keep Rhaenys’ breasts in sight as
he looked to Visenya. In bed she was completely motionless, she had both hands
gripping the covers to her chest while she stared at him and Rhaenys wide eyed.
Aegon turned his attention completely to Visenya, their eyes making contact
while Rhaenys worked his cock, every so often causing him to jerk in her grip.
A smell then assaulted his nose, with the door closed and barred and the
windows shut he knew what it was. Musky, potent and causing him to harden even
more so in Rhaenys’ hand he knew the smell had to be their arousal.
Aegon was excited more than ever before and he was about to burst. He couldn't.
“Rhaenys. Stop. Stop!”
At first Rhaenys refused but when he all but yelled it the second time she
pulled back as if he struck her, the look she gave him was as if he'd just
stolen her favorite toy away.
“Rhaenys, you didn't do anything wrong - I - You were going to make me finish
so early.” Rhaenys smiled at that and gripped her own tits, rubbing them as she
spoke.
“Aww, Aegon that's the idea. I wish to please my husband.”
Rhaenys pushed him, not expecting it he fell onto the bed which caused Visenya
to let out a surprised squeak. Rhaenys walked around to Visenya’s side and
ripped away the covers from the bed, leaving all three siblings nude to one
another.
Aegon thought he was in the seven heavens just seeing Rhaenys nude, but having
both Sisters nude together, with such contrast in their looks he knew if he
went blind now he could be happy with this last sight.
Visenya had the palest of skins, her small but perky breasts rounded off with
pink nipples that were hardened. Looking downward he saw her bush that matched
her silver hair.
Rhaenys dove across Visenya and onto Aegon, his vision suddenly nothing but a
pair of tanned tits. Soon after he felt her straddle his thighs, her pussy,
wet, began rubbing along his length as she cooed. Again he felt his balls
straining, begging for release. The sensation of her wet slit gliding up and
down was the best thing he'd ever felt, but he wanted more; he wanted to be
inside her.
“Rhaenys.”
She appeared to not have heard him and her grinding got more frantic, less
precise and more mashing. Rhaenys’ coos changed to gasps and moans, until she
shuddered on top of him. Sending his chance he grabbed her and switched their
positions, no longer did he wish for her to control their pleasure. Aegon
looked down to Rhaenys’ sweat covered body, her breasts heaved in a seductive
way, her violet eyes staring up at him.
Aegon put on a cocky smirk “So soon Sister?”
Rhaenys leaned up and nipped his earlobe, whispering as she did so “I've waited
a long time Aegon, you'll not make me wait longer. Fuck me.”
Just like that his confidence was gone, he looked to his left to see Visenya
still watching, she said not to touch her but he wished to so badly. Aegon
turned back and aligned his gaze to Rhaenys, their eyes locked together
conveying so much lust for their joining, his hand went to the junction between
her thighs, feeling her outer lips and slick entrance. Grabbing his cock he
lined himself at her entrance, one last time he asked her.
“Rhaenys. Are you sure? Do you want this?”
With his cock still at her entrance she smiled what he'd call the most wicked
but seductive smile he'd ever seen and without words she pushed down. Hard.
Aegon's cock broke past her maidenhead and went straight into her hot, wet
tunnel. Sensations he'd never imagined now assaulted him, wishing to keep them
he began to pull out but Rhaenys’ legs wrapped around him, keeping him still
inside her. Before he could question her or she could speak, Visenya did.
“Aegon, be still. You just broke her maidenhead, let her have a few moments.
Look at me while you wait, you may even touch my… bre-... tits”
Aegon again looked at his younger sister, wine in her hands - it appeared
during his joining with Rhaenys, Visenya saw fit to get even drunker than she'd
already been. He truly didn't wish to touch her while she was drunk, knowing
she'd be angry or reclusive in the morning but he’d waited for so long to have
both his Sisters. They were his, they belonged to him and if he wished to touch
them he would. Aegon reached over while keeping still in Rhaenys to touch and
caress Visenya’s breasts, instead of looking away as expected she watched his
hands playing with her tits.
Aegon was sure at this point life could get no better, being inside Rhaenys
while playing with Visenya. Abruptly his hands lost Visenya’s tits as he was
jerked forward in Rhaenys, he looked down to see her staring at him, a small
smirk on her face as she jerked him forwards in her again.
“Must I control our fucking Aegon? Or will you take control and show me where
you think I belong”.
Aegon took that as a challenge and reared back, slamming back into her.
Rhaenys’ head snapped back and she let out a loud moan, he continued doing this
until he lost control, pistoning in and out of her cunt with reckless abandon.
A blur from the corner of his side came full into his vision, Visenya was now
right next to Rhaenys watching their joining with curiosity. Rhaenys looked to
Visenya, her flushed face reddening even more.
“Senya don't just look, talk.” Rhaenys whined, which seemed to jarr Visenya out
of her trance.
Visenya’s eyes widened and her face blushed too. “Sorry. I just wanted to see
what it was like. Does it hurt?”
Aegon never once stopped his assault in Rhaenys’ body, if anything he went even
faster and he was sure Rhaenys got wetter when their Sister watched their
coupling.
Rhaenys shook her head ‘no’ and began to speak again when Aegon grabbed one of
her tits and squeezed with one hand and used his others to grab one of
Visenya’s tits. Both girls squeaked at once, Rhaenys’ turning into insistent
mewling with all the attention he was giving to her. Rhaenys’ orgasm came
swiftly and her entire body contracted, her cunt squeezing him hard, almost
painfully so and that's when he lost it, he growled as he emptied his balls in
Rhaenys. It felt like a lifetime's worth of his cum had entered her, she
must've known he'd finished too as he felt her cunt contract and loosen again
and again, milking him for every last drop. Now tired and empty he pulled out
and fell between his Sisters, both snuggled into him.
“I love you. Both of you. It's us forever.”
Rhaenys shook her head, tears in her eyes and Visenya murmured her agreement.
Both pairs of his Sisters tits pressed into him he spoke aloud.
“Again?”
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Aegon woke up to the smell of a meat stew and a hot pie. As he stretched and
rubbed his eyes he took notice that both Sisters were still asleep and pressed
firmly up against him, he and Rhaenys had couple multiple times that night with
Visenya watching the whole time. Once, he even tried to couple with her but she
refused stating she ‘wasn't ready and wanted to watch’ which Rhaenys didn't
seem to mind; but he did. Under the freshly cooked food aroma was the stale air
of their joint fluids and Visenya's arousal.
Smiling to himself at having both their nude bodies against him his thoughts
finally realized something, how was fresh food in their chamber?
Aegon carefully leaned up and saw his mother Elia sitting in a chair, the huge
platter of food on the table next to her, when she noted he was looking towards
her she beamed at him. “Ah Aegon, I see you three enjoyed one another. Here's
your breakfast, you and your Sisters are excused from everything today - well,
not quite everything.” -- Elia motioned to their clothing on the ground and
then wiggled her eyebrows towards both daughters exposed breasts, which must
have happened when he leaned up. -- “Enjoy.”
Aegon fell backwards into bed again, his Sisters just rousing from sleep, he
was sure his Mother’s ‘enjoy’ wasn't directed towards the food.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Notes
     howdy everyone, sorry for the chapter being two days late, you may
     notice this chapter is short ( 4k words ), Valor can no longer write
     this story with Eagle and Myself ( Akky ) as he's currently extremely
     busy and going through personal issues.
     As such we have changed our schedule and chapter length. Instead of a
     chapter every nine days with 6k+ words, it will now be as follows
     until specified otherwise.
     One Chapter of 4k+ Words every Week, the next chapter will be 11/14,
     then 11/21.
     ( P.S. thanks for reading and we love you all )
     ( P.S.S. this chapter was lightly edited, sorry if you see any
     mistakes!!!!! )
                               Rhaegar Targaryen
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“Yes, sir. I thankfully was able to intercept it before it was presented before
the brides and groom.” Varys said as he presented a large lacquered box of
Volanti-style
The box was opened and immediately Rhaegar had to keep himself from heaving up
his dinner at the smell.
Inside the box was the severed head of his brother Viserys, what remained of
his face contorted into a visage of absolute pain. Above the grisly seen was
two crisp parchment letters sealed with wax and addressed to him directly.
To King Rhaegar, Son of King Aerys II, First of his name, King of the Andals
and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.
May I say that I do not take joy in this, having to write to the man who helped
force me from my home is not something I take lightly in my conscience.
Though in my years in exile you have tried to end both my life and that of my
brothers through multiple attempts of subterfuge, be they poison or
assassination, I harbor no ill will against the rest of your House, only you
and your father for ruining what little in my life I had.
I did what I could, but I couldn't spare Viserys of my brother’s wrath, and it
was with a heavy heart I beheaded him to end his suffering.
Know that I do this not out of revenge, not out of remembrance for my brother,
but to return to what is rightfully mine and my house, and should you think of
standing against us, let our gift show that our fury is not one to be trifled
with.
Signed Stannis Baratheon, Rightful Lord of Storm’s End, Commander of the
Company of the Rose, Khal of the Western Plains of Essos, Savior of Volantis,
Protector of the Free Cities, Destroyer of Hordes, and the Head of House
Baratheon.
The letter from the youngest, one that travelers across the narrow sea had
labeled as Renly the Red was much more...charged to say the least. Written as
if it was done in the throngs of a man engulfed in great rage.
To the Craven, Charlatant and Murderer the cowed masses call King Rhaegar.
Though you escaped justice years before for your family’s crimes, know that
your sins shall be brought to book when I drag you alive through the dirt in
your streets. In your arrogance you rested in your cradle of power believing
threats to your reign gone and the Robert’s Rebellion just a bad memory to your
perverse mind.
I will not rest until every monument, every tapestry, and book honoring your
house is smashed to powder or turned to ash, so history may yet forget you and
your inbred ancestors.
Until every man of your family tortured and murdered, every woman raped and
forced to carry a Baratheon bastard. Any child dashed against the wall for
baring your inbred blood. As your brother Viserys found out first hand after I
cut off his limbs.
Though you may hide yourself inside your Keep with that Northern whore whose
siren call caused my brother to fight until his death all those years ago at
the Trident, though the Lords of Westeros prance and whore themselves out to
you like the buggerer you are, know this you inbred excuse of a ‘dragon’.
I ride with eighty thousand loyal warriors at my back!
I will only find the greatest of joy, when I watch the remnants of your world
trampled into dust beneath the hooves of my horde.
Renly Baratheon, Your Collective Demise.
Rhaegar set down the letter, still calm and collected, he looked towards Varys
and gave a singular order in an unsettlingly calm tone.
“Gather the small council.”
Varys dipped his head quickly and left. Rhaegar looked back towards the letters
and in turn, his brother’s head, before the tears would be released he closed
his eyes and prayed his brother could hear him. Viserys. You were a fool. You
were mad. You were my brother. Whether you're in the seven hells or the seven
heavens I'm sorry for sending you away. They will pay, I promise you brother.
Rhaegar closed the box with Viserys’ head, but kept the notes for The Council.
He kept them in his hands and left his room, bidding a servant to carry the box
behind him as he walked silently with Ser Arthur to the Council Chamber.
It was a short brisk walk, silent and thick with tension. Rhaegar was the last
to arrive, Varys had gotten every Council Member, even Aegon, in and seated
well before hand. Rhaegar moved to his seat at the head of the table, the
letters held in an iron grip, only when he sat did he speak.
“My Lord’s.”
They all echoed his greeting in three different manners. Tywin Lannister,
Varys, Ebrose, Jon Connington, Victarion Greyjoy and Gerold Hightower all gave
varying degrees of “Your Grace.”
Oberyn greeted him with a much warmer, “Your Grace, I hope you’re well.”
Rhaegar replied to this with a stiff nod and was greeted last by his son Aegon,
who looked exhausted and already ready to leave.
“Father.”
Aegon’s obvious wish of where he’d rather be made Rhaegar smile, for at least
the Marriage was done, the eggs gifted and Grandchildren on the way.
Rhaegar didn’t wish to waste any time in his thoughts and addressed the
council. “My Lord’s, it fills me with sadness to inform you that my House has
had a loss. Prince Viserys, while strengthening relations throughout Essos was
captured, tortured and murdered, his head sent back in a crate with two notes
from those who’d done it.” -- Rhaegar lifted the notes for all to see -
- “Stannis Baratheon and his younger brother, Renly, have made their will
known. They seek their rightful lands and the extinction of House Targaryen, in
doing that it would result in murders involving Houses Martell and Stark. If he
were to succeed this country would be thrown into a civil war for Kingship, at
the end of such a war, it would mean Hundreds and Thousands dead, with a
Baratheon wearing the crown. My Lord Hand, please read these letters for all to
hear.”
Jon Connington took the notes from Rhaegar’s hands and read aloud, at the end
of his reciting, all but Tywin Lannister were ready for blood. Oberyn Martell,
seething, spoke before anyone else.
“They will have war, Dorne will rally and I shall take Renly Baratheon, for one
who speaks of violence his cries would be music to my ears.”
Rhaegar replied, a small smile on his face. “Brother, thank you.” -- Rhaegar
looked towards the rest of the council and asked them in turn. -- “Lord
Victarion, what say the Ironborn?”
Victarion Greyjoy, iconic in always wearing his armour, smashed a gloved hand
to the table, rattling Varys who was seated next to him. “War, Rape, Murder;
Something Ironborn have done since the start of time, My King. We’ll expect the
riches they have, their women and their ships, speak to it and you have the
Ironborn.”
Rhaegar laughed inwardly, this price was nothing he wouldn’t agree to. “I
accept, My Lord.” Victarion visibly relaxed and Rhaegar addressed his Hand. “My
Hand Jon, old friend, War has found us again. What say you?”
Jon Connington stood, his eyes locked on Rhaegar as he knelt. “My King, I have
fought for you and alongside you since before you’d even had children. My
loyalty is to you and yours, I will gather the Stormlander’s, they will show
you the trust they have in you.”
Rhaegar stood and raised Jon. “I’ve never doubted you Jon, I’m glad to have
such a steadfast friend beside me in these trying times.”
Rhaegar continued his questions and received no negatives from Varys, Ser
Gerold Hightower, Grand Maester Ebrose or Aegon. Only when he landed on Tywin
did he wait suspiciously for a careful and loaded reply. Lord Tywin didn’t
disappoint.
“King Rhaegar, the Westerlands have helped your family in currency and in troop
count, even during the last War we gave you aid. I say it’s safe to assume as
King you expect this, as is within your right. House Lannister cannot continue
to do so without an assurance, if I may?”
Rhaegar nodded for him to continue, anger clear in his eyes at such a disregard
for his house.
“I propose a Marriage, to join our Houses. Obviously I offer no insult by
offering my son Tyrion. With that said however, the recent Royal Marriage
should produce little Princes and Princesses, God’s willing. My son Lord Tyrion
is set to be married and if his children aren’t… monsters as he is, then let us
marry their Children.” Lord Tywin finished and awaited his answer, Rhaegar
reluctantly gave it.
“I accept, My Lord.”
Rhaegar paused, then looked to his son, who now seemed less exhausted and more
angry.
“Aegon, the Order needs strengthening, this is without question.” -- Aegon
turned his head questioningly and Rhaegar looked to a still smirking Tywin. -
- “Lord Tywin, arrange for two-hundred thousand Gold Dragons to be sent for the
Order.” Tywin nodded and Rhaegar continued speaking to Aegon. “You’ll need more
Officers in the expansion, along with more men. If you need for anything come
to me, train them harder than you have and make sure the equipment they have is
in good condition. They will make our frontline with the Lord’s Levies behind
them.”
Aegon nodded, excited. “Yes Father, they will not disappoint.”
Ser Gerold spoke up, reluctantly. “Your Grace, I don’t doubt my Brothers, but
with a war this large, perhaps the Order’s Royal Guard’s division should stay
in the City.”
Rhaegar was surprised to say the least, never before has there been such worry
about their safety in times of war. “Ser Gerold, you know of what you’re
asking? There are more than three thousand Royal Guard’s.”
Gerold replied. “Yes Your Grace.”
Rhaegar sighed and accepted. “Aegon, see that it’s done. I’ll attend the
Order’s business with you.”
Rhaegar got up, which signalled the end of the meeting as those in attendance
filed out. Rhaegar and Aegon were last as they began the short journey to the
Order’s camp.
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Rhaegar had rode alongside Aegon, their escort consisted of two Kingsguard and
fifty Order Royal Guardsmen. When they made their way inside of the camp Aegon
gave an order to a Serjeant for all Officers to be brought to his tent and for
all men to be assembled in the drill field.
They didn’t wait long when the tent entrance opened with a stream of men
entering. Those men were Commanders Oberyn Martell and Yohn Royce, Captains
Randyll Tarly, Brynden Tully and Mors Umber and the Lieutenants, Shaun
Celtigar, Kevan Lannister, Raymund Connington and Cletus Yronwood. All men took
their respective seats at the table, one they all settled in Aegon began
speaking.
“Thanks to my Father, King Rhaegar, we’ve been granted a lot more Gold Dragons
for expansion and better equipment. As such, we’ll be needing to open up more
Officer positions, during my ride here I had given it much thinking. One new
Captain and five new Lieutenant’s will be named.”
With the thought of more Officers, the current ones leaned forward in their
seats, awaiting the names. Aegon named the Lieutenants first “Our new
Lieutenants will be Jorah Mormont, Robar Royce, Arys Oakheart, Beric Dondarrion
and Garlan Tyrell.” Everyone in attendance, aside from Kevan Lannister, agreed
and celebrated the new Officers. Aegon let himself join them for a time,
Rhaegar was waiting for the Captain Promotion. Aegon quickly went back to a
serious tone “Our new Captain, will be Kevan Lannister, for his excellent
teaching of our Heavy Infantry.”
Kevan Lannister seemed honestly surprised at this development and thanked Aegon
humbly, Rhaegar had personally thought Kevan lived his whole life in Lord
Tywin’s shadow. Another round of congratulations went around and Aegon called
out to a Serjeant at the door. “Serjeant, bring Jorah Mormont, Robar Royce,
Arys Oakheart, Beric Dondarrion and Garlan Tyrell here at once.” Quickly, the
Serjeant nodded and left, barely enough time had passed for everyone to have a
cup of Wine when the Serjeant was back with the required men. Aegon thanked the
man and had the five men sit at the Officer’s table.
“My Lords, you were all Serjeants in your requested Companies, with your
background and reputations, you’ve been appointed to the rank of Lieutenant,
should you accept you will now each be personally responsible for a Division.”
All five men quickly accepted and a glass of wine celebrated their newfound
positions, the same Serjeant that had brought them notified Aegon that all men
were now waiting in the drill field. Aegon’s Officers began to get up but he
had them all sit down, for what, even Rhaegar hadn’t a guess.
“Serjeants are important for every Company in our order, but below a Lieutenant
there are no direct Division Commanders, in the event of his death Chaos would
ensue.” Aegon looked around to every man and saw they all agreed, he continued
his point. “As such I believe a new rank should be added to our Order, for the
most esteemed and reliable men. This new rank will have two per Division, they
will be directly below Lieutenants in terms of Command and will work together
to keep control in the event of the Lieutenant’s death, the official title will
be Senior Serjeant, you may appoint your own, however I strongly recommend you
do so only after you have complete trust in those men. Now let us toast!”
Rhaegar was proud of his son and he’d let him know that when they next spoke,
they toasted and quickly made their way to the field, where every man currently
in the Order was stood.
Aegon addressed them all before Rhaegar would say what he needed to. “Men of
the Order!” -- All men snapped to attention, some slower than others. -- “Join
me in congratulating our new Captain, Kevan Lannister!” -- Many men cheered,
especially those from the Heavy Infantry division who had served him. -- “And
to our new Lieutenants, Ser Jorah Mormont, Ser Robar Royce, Ser Arys Oakheart,
Lord Beric Dondarrion and Ser Garlan Tyrell!” Armour clanking and men's yelling
filled the air. Aegon then motioned to his Father to step forward as silence
fell.
Rhaegar took over speaking and gave more congratulations, for morale sake.
“Congratulations, to the newly appointed Officers!” more clapping sounded from
thousands of men, again it quieted down and Rhaegar continued. “As you all
certainly know, this Order is for all of Westeros, regardless of your past you
can form your future in these ranks. Many of you joined for exactly that
reason, some of you joined to defend and feed your family, but regardless of
why you did it, know that you are needed.” -- Rhaegar motioned from one man to
another during his statement -- “We recognize a Gold Dragon a month is good
enough for most of you, if you wish to earn more however, every man you recruit
will earn you two Gold Dragons!”
Men began hollering and banging their feet on the ground, many clearly excited
at the chance of earning extra coin. When it quieted down a question was called
out “ ‘Ur Grace, how d’you suppose we’re all goin’ to be equipped?”
Rhaegar snickered to himself at that question, as always he’d been a step
ahead. “Fear not, Ser, for we’ve already granted additional funding.” -
- Rhaegar looked from man to man as he spoke. -- “Two-Hundred Thousand Gold
Dragons have been given to the Order!”
The Officers behind him cheered at the news, Rhaegar became somber at such
cheering, he raised his hands for silence and it was granted. “This is not done
idly, good men, conflict is coming to Westeros. A pretender to the throne
returns for this Country, he will kill all in his path, he brings Dothraki
Horselords that will rape and destroy!”
Outraged cries sounded and Rhaegar smiled inwardly. “They will not stop until
every man, woman and child that recognized House Targaryen as their ruler is
killed or enslaved! Will you fight them? For your Country? For your Family!”
Weapons were drawn and raised all throughout the crowd with men roaring mighty
cries.
Aegon stepped forward to speak and Rhaegar let him. “My Father, Your King, has
granted us whatever we may need. We will have the best training in the known
world! We will have the best equipment in the known world! Those savages across
the sea will be destroyed by our might, for we have true and good men in our
ranks! True and proven Generals leading us!”
Oberyn began the chant, the Officers picked it up and soon enough every man in
the crowd followed suit. “Targaryen!, Targaryen!, Targaryen!”
Rhaegar let himself bask in the loyalty of his countrymen for a time before he
motioned for silence. “I must inform you all, this Order will be the frontline
of defense. You men will defend Westeros before anyone else, as such you will
see the most combat, know you will not be killed if you run.” -- Rhaegar saw a
few faces turn grim and delivered his last boost to their morale. -- “But for
those men who stay, honour will be given to your family, hundreds of Gold
Dragons will be given to you for your family, through life or death!”
Rhaegar left at the men's roaring and pulled Aegon aside. “Son. Many of these
men will die, get their names and locations of their family. We stick to our
word, any who fall will have Gold Dragons given to their family for their
service.”
“Yes Father.”
Rhaegar continued. “I’ve sent for renowned master-at-arms from all across
Westeros to be sent here. They will aid you in the training of your men, I
expect total war to tear through this country soon, we need the best fighters
we can get and that is what these men must become.”
Aegon nodded, a fire in his eyes. “They will be the best fighters Westeros have
seen, I swear it by the Seven and Visenya’s Old God’s, Father.”
Rhaegar smiled, a sad tilt to it as he began to head back to the Red Keep.
“They will be.”
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Riding back was done quickly, dozens of Order Royal Guards surrounded him as he
rode with Ser Lewyn Martell up to the Red Keep and to the Royal Stables.
Rhaegar dismounted quickly and with a brisk pace made his way to his chambers.
Right before Rhaegar entered the room he looked to one of his servants and
ordered him. “Goree, have Grand Maester Ebrose brought to my chambers, have him
bring quills and parchment.”
Not waiting for a reply Rhaegar entered his chambers and shut the door behind
him, leaving Ser Whent to his duty.
With the Order taken care of Rhaegar began to write a letter to have copied and
named for every High Lord, he began with Lord Stark… who was still in King’s
Landing strangely enough.
Lord Eddard Stark,
The Crown thanks you for your upheld loyalty during trying times, once more we
require your aid in defeating a threat to The Seven Kingdoms. We received
Prince Viserys’ head with letters written by the Baratheon pretenders currently
residing in Essos, they will prepare to invade within the year, with them they
bring Dothraki. This cannot happen, for if it does, our smallfolk will be
massacred, our villages destroyed, our women raped and our children murdered.
Call your banners, My Lord, war is coming.
Your King, Rhaegar Targaryen
Rhaegar finished and went for wine, just after he poured himself a cup Ser
Whent called to him. “King Rhaegar, Grand Maester Ebrose has arrived.”
“Send him in Ser.”
The door opened and the Grand Maester strolled in, his arms think with
Parchment as a servant walked timidly behind him with quills and ink. Rhaegar
thanked him for his obvious urgency, as the older man had clearly been woken up
from a nap.
“Ebrose, thank you for coming so quick after the meeting. I've just finished
the letter to Lord Stark, please have it copied for every High Lord and sent
immediately.”
Ebrose nodded and sat next to Rhaegar. “It will be done, Your Grace.”
Rhaegar got up and spoke to Ser Whent and Grand Maester Ebrose. “I shall return
shortly, I must speak with Aegon.” -- Whent tried to object, Rhaegar had none
of it. -- “Ser I appreciate your unwavering loyalty but the walk is down the
hall, should an assassin come fret not for I still bear my sword well enough to
defeat Visenya.”
Ser Whent, peeved, nodded his head ever so slightly, albeit reluctantly.
Rhaegar smiled to himself and marched out his door to Aegon's chambers. As he
thought, the short walk was without danger. Aegon’s, no - his children's shared
chambers door was closed and barred as he tried it.
Rhaegar knocked and called loudly. “Aegon, we must speak.”
Rhaegar chuckled to himself nostalgically as he heard quick movements and fast
chattering until finally the door opened revealing a sheepish Aegon with both
Rhaenys and Visenya sitting on the edge of the bed whispering.
Rhaegar took in the wrinkles of their clothing, the disheveled bedspread, the
musky scent of the room and looked to his son. Aegon was stood in front of him
completely still, waiting for Rhaegar's comment. What Rhaegar did next shocked
himself and his children; he reached his arm towards his son and grasped his
shoulder as he looked towards his daughters.
“Daughters, I'll be taking your husband for a time, the rest of the family will
be taking their evening meal.” Rhaegar ended with a noticeable hint of where
he'd expected them to go.
Both Rhaenys and Visenya nodded as Rhaegar escorted Aegon out, the moment the
door was shut behind them Rhaegar started. “Your Order has a strong set of
officers Aegon, with the men you named today and the additions were expecting,
the baratheons will be defeated swiftly.”
“They will Father. I thank you on behalf of every man for the extra coin you'd
put into it.”
Rhaegar smiled, “Those men will all come to appreciate us for more than just
the far away rulers, we'll be the reason their families are fed, the reason
they have warm meals and excellent training, and they'll speak to it. Never
forget Son, that the smallfolk and the sevens devout are very favorable allies,
without them ruling would be near impossible.”
“I realized that later than Visenya and Rhaenys - even Vaella and Daenerys.
Their walks and purchasing of goods has spread tales of their beauty and
kindness all through Westeros.”
Rhaegar had Aegon right where he wanted to bring him in the conversation. “They
are all extremely beautiful. Just as your children with them will be.”
Aegon stiffened at Rhaegar’s accentuation and replied suspiciously. “I won't
force children on them Father, no matter how much anyone wants them, even
myself.”
“Aegon, you need not force them, but realize the situation unfolding. War is
coming, the banners are called. We will both be expected to ride at the front
of our armies and should you fall without an heir in Visenya or Rhaenys, it
could mean the end of our dynasty.”
Aegon gave a sad smile, his tone already defeated. “We won't be the only two
father. Visenya and Rhaenys plan on riding too.” Aegon turned and left, leaving
Rhaegar to his thoughts. Our house must continue, even if they haven't
understood.
Ser Arthur just turned the corner Rhaegar was in, Rhaegar wasted no time in
giving an Order. “Ser Arthur, send word to the servants, prepare the Maiden
Vault.” -- Ser Arthur looked surprised, Rhaegar gave one more command he'd
thought would wait for a long while. -- “Bring Illyrio Mopatis, Grand Maester
Ebrose and Jon Connington, have them brought to my chambers.”
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Notes
     11/14/2017 Chapter up!
     Thanks everyone for your continued support, we didn't get a chance to
     edit this 100% due to a hiccup in gmail *cough* EAGLE *cough*
     Sooo sorry if you see any grammar problems.
     Next Chapter - 11/21/2017 ; Rhaenys
     P.S. love yous all!
                               Visenya Targaryen
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Visenya woke up late, when she looked to her right she saw Rhaenys and Aegon
were already gone, probably breaking their fast or taking lessons. Visenya let
her head fall back into her pillow and let out a sigh, she didn’t want to get
up, she wanted to stay in bed as long as she could without someone calling for
her, so she did. Visenya stayed in bed until a servant knocked on her door.
“Princess Visenya, your Mothers have called upon you for luncheon.”
Visenya whined to herself and continued laying in bed. Another knock on the
door sounded but this time the person came in, when Visenya looked it was
Rhaenys. “Visenya, everyone but Father and Aegon are waiting for you. We’re to
break our fast and discuss our marriage.”
Visenya still didn’t respond, Rhaenys jumped on the bed and sat cross legged
beside Visenya’s stretched out body. “Come on Visenya.”
Visenya rolled towards Rhaenys and rested her head in Rhaenys’ lap, Rhaenys
instinctively began running her fingers through Visenya’s hair, causing her to
let out little sighs of pleasure. In doing this Rhaenys had Visenya in her
hands, she calmly spoke. “Let’s go ‘Senya, I’ll do this for you again next
morning if you get ready with me.”
Finally Visenya got up out of bed, she quickly stripped off her nightgown while
Rhaenys stripped out of the dress she had donned for the morning. They each
threw on a fresh dress with light jewelry. While doing this Visenya questioned
Rhaenys. “Have you heard from that man about our armour?”
Rhaenys stopped brushing her hair and stilled. She turned to Visenya “No, I
haven’t heard a single thing about that man, I’ll send a servant for him.”
Visenya gave a nod and they continued getting ready, it took them a bit longer
than they’d expected, already late they opened the door, lifted their gowns off
their legs and sprinted towards their Mothers chambers.
When they arrived, everyone was already sitting at the table, Elia, Lyanna,
Vaella and Daenerys. On either side of Elia were empty seats obviously meant
for the two late arrivals.
Elia saw them and gave an impatient smile. “Finally awake Visenya? Rhaenys you
went for her an hour before and you two arrive panting, am I correct to assume
you had some fun?”
Rhaenys shooked her head ‘no’ while Visenya just looked at Elia slack-jawed.
Elia continued, laughing slightly as she spoke. “Regardless luncheon was just
served, sit down and eat, we have matters to discuss afterwards.”
Visenya grabbed her seat next to Elia and ate heartily, she had some idea of
what she wanted to do later on and she needed to make sure she was filled for
such a thing. Rhaenys ate quite a lot as well, though with how often she ran it
never stuck to her form. Vaella and Daenerys both ate extremely Ladylike,
taking small portions and speaking only after they swallowed their food, just
as Elia and Lyanna do. It seemed that both Visenya and Rhaenys learned from
Rhaegar.
Once most of the food was out, Lyanna signalled for the sweets to be brought
in, as the servants set them down Visenya and Rhaenys both grabbed fresh plates
and piled them high with their favorites. Elia looked from one to the other
“Girls, that’ll be horrible for your forms.”
Rhaenys replied for her and Visenya both, it wasn’t exactly coherent but it was
close enough. “It will no’ stick Mother, it n’ver does.” crumbs leaked from her
mouth on certain words, causing Vaella and Daenerys to laugh, while Elia
scowled.
“Visenya, Rhaenys, you’re married now. Do you expect to keep your Husband in
your bed if you weigh as much as those ugly Frey girls?”
Visenya and Rhaenys both giggled at her comparison, more crumbs leaked from
their mouths which deepened Elia’s scowl and made the other girls laugh harder.
Lyanna spoke past the laughter, “As long as they keep their current routines I
don’t see much sticking to them, when Aegon puts babies in them, they each will
gain quite a lot if they eat like this, maybe we’ll see from them how heavy
Aegon the Unworthy was?”
That caused both girls to stop eating the sweets and spit them out, both of
them yelled out the same word. “No!”
Everyone laughed together and ate their last bites, once done Elia asked both
Visenya and Rhaenys a question, according to Elia the only question she had.
“Visenya, Rhaenys, how was your wedding and more importantly how was the
bedding?”
Rhaenys didn’t blush while Visenya did, naturally Rhaenys gave a quick reply.
“I loved the wedding, so much was done for us all, thank you so much for what
you did for it. Though the bedding I would have to say was much better, if only
one was offered, my choice would already be made up, whether it be my Dornish
blood or my natural wantonness, I never wish to leave the bed.”
Elia gave a knowing look while Lyanna, Vaella and Daenerys were all blushing.
Elia looked towards Visenya awaiting her answer.
Visenya had to think on her response to Elia. If she responded incorrectly she
figured they’d all laugh which she didn’t want.
On one hand watching Rhaenys and Aegon was beautiful, it could result in the
creation of a new Targaryen. There was nothing wrong about it no matter what
others say, if anything it seemed natural to her Siblings. Even letting Aegon
touch her wasn’t bothersome, if he tried to have her before she was ready she’d
had just gelded him. Eventually if he continues with his current manners and
appreciation towards her, she’ll let him enjoy what she can offer.
On the other hand Aegon could be playing her into his hand, it wouldn’t be the
first time he’s tricked her as he’d often do it during their childhood, but it
wasn’t their childhood anymore, now they were all married, they needed to trust
and support one another. She knew Rhaegar was pressuring Aegon just as her
Mothers had tried to do to her shortly before their wedding, she didn’t want to
have him take her just because she was supposed to, she wanted to want him.
Thinking past the bedroom, the wedding itself was amazing, if Visenya had it
her way there would be a daily wedding. Seeing the joy of everyone involved,
the events and the gifts it was possibly the best day of her life. Visenya
couldn’t wait for Vaella or Daenerys’ weddings. One thing that made her laugh
on her wedding, was the jealous, angry looks most men in attendance were
sending Aegon. Rhaenys and Visenya were beautiful, everyone knew, but when the
sept ceremony was ended and they were formally married, it seemed the hopes of
all men had been destroyed, for now they were taken.
When Aegon denied the bedding for all to see, it surprised everyone, her and
Rhaenys had accepted the fact that they’d be stripped and touched, lucky for
them both Aegon seemed very possessive.
Visenya replied to Elia after a much delayed time. “I enjoyed the wedding
immensely, if I could make it so, I’d have one every day.” -- Everyone giggled
at the first part of her response, Visenya blushed when she talked on the more
private details -- “As for the bedding, I think I speak for both Rhaenys and
Myself when I say I’m glad Aegon is possessive. Not having to be stripped and
groped publicly was great of him to do, as for when we were alone in our
Chambers… I’d rather be with Rhaenys and Aegon than some Lord or Lordling I
don’t know.”
Elia nodded in understanding, it seemed she was pleased at Visenya’s response.
Rhaenys had nodded along the whole time, while everyone else started at her
with undivided attention.
Visenya got up and bid them a fun farewell. “I’m going to head back to my
chambers, I feel I need a spar with Aegon.” Visenya left them to their laughing
as she made her escape.
Fresh out of her talk with the Female Targaryens, Visenya sought after Aegon
wishing for the spar she’d told her family about. She knew she was better than
him in a fair fight… but she wished for a challenge, so instead of changing
into her leathers she stayed in her ‘ladylike’ dress. Not only would she have a
disadvantage in clothing but in weaponry as well, Aegon’s Valyrian Steel sword
was the work of a master. Visenya upon thinking that remembered the man that
had taken her and Rhaenys’ measurements for their armour.
During her thinking she'd made her way to their shared chambers. Rhaenys and
Aegon had been in it for most of the morning and afternoon, only leaving for
lunch.
She knocked on the door and heard nothing. Again she knocked but midway through
the door was yanked open and she was pulled in by Aegon. “Ready for more so
soon Rha- Oh, hello Visenya. I was not uh, expecting you?”
Visenya punched him in the shoulder and laughed. “I believe I knew that when
you pulled me in and said ‘Ready for more’, though we will be working our
bodies soon enough.”
Aegon looked hopeful and she let him hope for a moment while she looked at his
sword left so carelessly on the dresser. “We will not be fucking, just to make
that clear, we’ll be sparring.”
Just like that Aegon’s hopeful look went to worry and disappointment, he tried
to back out. “Visenya, I will have to push that back to another day, Rhaenys
expects me hear and I dare not... “ During Aegon’s speaking Visenya pulled off
her dress, leaving her naked in front of him as she made her way to the dresser
for her leathers and underwear.
Visenya looked over her shoulder while she was dressing. “Yes Aegon? You dare
not…”
Aegon shook his head mutely while she wiggled her rear into the sparring
leathers. “Nothing. Let’s spar.”
Visenya smiled to herself, she had him in her hands. As it turned out all it
took for a man to do what you want was nudity, she had no problem doing that
for Aegon. Quickly they both dressed and equipped themselves properly, Aegon
was much slower in donning his plate armour compared to Visenya’s leather, but
once he had it on Visenya would have a much harder time winning.
Adjusting themselves they started towards the door just in time for it to swing
open, with Rhaenys strutting in. “Aego- Are you both off to battle?”
Visenya doubled over in laughter much to Aegon’s disgruntlement. “Aegon, I see
you’re not the only insatiable one. You both realize you have each other all
night right? You don’t need to sneak in sessions during the day.”
Rhaenys put on a sultry smile and continued her strut to Visenya. “Well,
Sister, if you joined us we wouldn’t need to sneak it in during the day. We’d
have all the fun we need at night. Doesn’t that sound great to you too?”
Visenya stood her ground and gave what she hoped was a look just as promising
as Rhaenys’ “If I joined you at night it’d be too much for either of you to
handle. I fear Aegon wouldn’t be able to last more than the time it took me to
get on my leathers. Not to mention how you’d ignore him for me, Rhaenys.”
Rhaenys stepped forward again, their chests against one another. “I wouldn’t
completely ignore him, he would get his turn, Visenya. We would both spend time
together working on you, little Sister.”
Visenya laughed challengingly. “Oh is that right? Aegon?”
They both looked over to find him just staring at them, his eyes glazed over as
if he were daydreaming them together, both girls started laughing at his
appearance, which brought him back from his dreams. Aegon didn’t respond, all
he did was stare at them some more.
Visenya had enough and started towards him. “Grab your sword, and not the one
in your pants, we have a spar to do.”
Rhaenys walked over and leaned against him. “If you beat her, maybe she’ll grab
your sword.” Aegon gulped while Visenya huffed. Visenya continued by thrusting
his sword in one of his hands and she grabbed the other, dragging him out of
their chambers before Rhaenys could ensnare him with promises of what either of
them could offer.
Rhaenys followed them, Visenya knew she loved watching them spar, Aegon didn’t
enjoy it as it always ended up with him on his arse. Though now with such a
sword he should have quite the advantage against Visenya, though instead of
using just one she had grabbed two, more than likely to even the duel. Ser
Lewyn Martell followed them, accompanied with Ser Oswell Whent and Ser
Barristan Selmy, Visenya had learned from all of the Kingsguard, even Ser
Lewyn, despite having bad blood with many of the Dornish.
During their march to the courtyard they’d gathered up quite a crowd, even
Samwell Tarly and Robb Stark were in attendance, many of the Nobles wished to
see the skillset of Visenya, for her skills were known all across the Seven
Kingdoms, she was referred to as Visenya come again. Personally, Visenya loved
hearing them say that about her, for she truly was one of the most skilled
fighters in the Kingdoms, perhaps even the known world.
Finally, everyone was in the courtyard, Visenya, Rhaenys and Aegon made their
way to the middle while the Nobles took up spots around the edges to watch.
This fight would be remembered for a long time, she knew. She was still
deciding on whether or not she’d let Aegon win, just so he could raise his
reputation.
Rhaenys led Aegon to the side furthest away from Visenya and spoke with him,
they shared a few laughs and a few kisses, then Rhaenys made her way to
Visenya. Visenya payed no attention to the hushed whispers she heard all around
her and only focused on Rhaenys’ words. “Visenya, Aegon wants you to do your
best, as he will. Whoever wins, is the victor, though you both will show great
skill in this spar.”
Visenya nodded and steeled herself, Rhaenys walked out to the Kingsguard and
just like that, the fight was on. Aegon and Visenya moved in a circle,
observing one another before making any moves. Aegon held his Valyrian steel in
one hand while Visenya kept both swords in her hands pointed downwards.
Visenya knew Aegon was waiting for her to get impatient and he was right.
Visenya charged towards him and began slashing and twirling, using her light
weight to dance around him while he blocked her blow for blow. His Valyrian
steel sword letting him swing faster than he was used to, which was why she
brought two swords.
Visenya jumped back and they circled each other once more. She couldn’t win
this fight by fancy moves as she usually did, Aegon meant his words, he
wouldn’t easily be beaten this fight.
She moved towards him once more and slashed at his head, he flung his sword up
and blocked it, using her momentum he brought her into his chest, their swords
locked until she brought her other around to slash at him, causing him to push
her back, leaving only a scratch on his chestplate.
“You’ll need to be faster ‘Senya.”
She took his challenge and dove at him, swinging and staying low, using her
shorter, more petite frame against him. It worked very well against him, as he
stumbled backwards from her attacks, though one of his blocks had so much
strength it sent her sword flying from her grasp.
As Aegon gained his bearing, Visenya gripped her sword with both hands. This
fight was hers, Aegon was panting and sweaty in his full plate. Visenya pushed
herself towards him and slashed as quickly as she could, leaving minor
scratches all over his armour, as he couldn’t keep up with her quickness. Their
swords locked again, this time Aegon pulled her very hard into him, which made
her squeal against him, she headbutted him hard, which sent them both rearing
back. Visenya took advantage and staggered towards him, she used her leg to
tangle his while he stumbled, which sent him to the floor. With his sword still
in hand she used hers and pointed it towards his throat.
“Yield Brother.”
Aegon smiled at her. “I yield, Visenya.”
They both smiled as Visenya pulled Aegon up, showing sportsmanship to him that
she never had before. He was flushed, losing to your Sister in front of a crowd
of Nobles is no small matter, even if Visenya was one of the best fighters in
the Seven Kingdom’s.
A Noble Visenya didn't bother learning the name of made a remark to one of his
pals, though with the quietness in the courtyard, all heard it. “He lost to his
Sister, she must beat him in bed too!”
Visenya laughed inwardly at that remark, if the heaviness and looks of the
Nobleman were anything to go by, he hadn’t even bedded a woman. Visenya moved
to the Nobleman and stood in front of him, all eyes were on her. “My Lord,
jealousy of one’s Wives is unbecoming of someone in your position. Perhaps if
you cared more about your appearance you’d be happy.”
The Lord in question didn’t take kindly to her remarks, if he backed down to a
girl he’d lose respect from any Lord’s stupid enough to give him it. “As happy
as you fucking your Brother, Princess?”
Visenya didn’t bother responding, she reared back and punched him in the face
with her gloved hands. When she did that Nobles started towards her to protect
her honour while the Lord’s few friends helped him up. Visenya ducked out of
the starting brawl and pulled Aegon away with her, she giggled as she pulled
him into Maegor’s Holdfast.
“Go see Rhaenys, Aegon. No doubt she’ll lick more than just your wounds.”
Aegon chuckled. “She will. But where will you be?”
Visenya was already down the hallway when she responded. “In the Library,
there’s books to be read!”
Still in her sparring gear Visenya raced to the library, she had requested
Grand Maester Ebrose gather up every book about Dragons that their library
contained, be it in Valyrian or the Common tongue. When she arrived to the
library a table was set to the side with a note on it, along with the note
there were well over twenty books. When Visenya picked up the note, she saw it
was from the Grand Maester.
Princess Visenya Targaryen
Here lies every book in our library about Dragons from Old Valyria or the
Targaryen Dynasty. Samwell Tarly will be inside the library if you need
assistance, your Father gave him permission to do so.
“Hello Princess!” A happy voice chirped from her right. Visenya jumped
slightly, it appeared this was the boy mentioned in the Grand Maester’s letter
to her.
“Samwell Tarly, it’s nice to see you again since our prior meeting.”
“It is Princess! Congratulations on your marriage!”
Visenya grimaced, it seemed everyone would congratulate her until the wedding
was old news. “Thank you, My Lord.”
This time it was Samwells turn to grimace. “Just Sam if it please you,
Princess.”
Visenya turned his remark on him with a grin. “Just Visenya, if it please you,
Sam.”
Sam’s eyes opened wide before they both broke out in laughter, when they
recovered Sam looked at the books then back to her. “These were all the books
we could find, I just wish I could read Valyrian, so much knowledge I cannot
understand.”
Visenya tilted her head “I could request a Maester to come here and teach you
if you wish?”
Sam sadly shook his head. “My Father will be taking our family back to Horn
Hill soon, I think he’d not permit my staying here.”
Visenya raised an eyebrow. “Even if the King wished for your staying here?”
Sam’s eyes widened again. “You’d do that?”
“For a friend, of course.”
Sam smiled, tears rolling down his cheeks. Visenya rolled her eyes and hugged
him, when she pulled back she saw he was still crying slightly.
“Sam, I’ll have my Father write up his letter to your Father tonight. Let us
read now, there’s so much written information, you can read the books written
in the Common tongue.”
Visenya sat down and patted the seat next to her, Sam smiled past his tears and
sat. They both picked up books, hers being a book copied from Old Valyria while
his was a written account of all Targaryen Dragons and their mannerisms. They
quickly fell into silence as they read, time passing by with them having no
care about it. After a long time Sam spoke. “I better go Visenya, my Father
will have my head if I don’t make it back before they’re all asleep.”
Visenya nodded and bid him farewell, she continued reading alone as the time
kept passing by until she heard the doors open with someone coming in, Visenya
didn’t bother to look up.
“Visenya, you’ve been here all evening, it’s time to sleep.” Visenya looked up
at Rhaenys, she couldn’t leave yet, so much information hasn’t been read.
Visenya gave an empty smile, “Rhaenys, sit with me, there’s so much to learn.”
Rhaenys moved sluggishly into the seat next to Visenya, she didn’t pick up a
book, instead she watched Visenya’s eyes moving quickly from word to word, the
text was Valyrian, not the common tongue.
“Visenya, where did you come across a book in Valyrian?”
Visenya replied without looking up. “Rhaenys we’re made to speak Valyrian, it
is our heritage, this book has been here as long as Grand Maester Ebrose’
inventories go back.”
Visenya knew Rhaenys rarely came here, she lived a much more social life than
Visenya. Rhaenys gently lifted the book from Visenya’s hands, put a feather
between the pages and laid it down on the table, Visenya looked a bit annoyed
but chose not to voice it. Rhaenys took that as a victory and took one of
Visenya’s hands, she led them both out of the Library, through the Hallways and
to their Chamber, where Aegon was waiting in the bed, on his lap the book Lord
Tyrion gave him for their wedding.
Aegon looked up, a broad smile on his face. “Sisters, ready for bed?”
Rhaenys gave a sultry look and replied. “Yes, Husband, are you?”
Visenya ignored them both and dove into the bed, pulling the covers up to her
chin, the last sound she heard, her Sibling’s laughter.
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Notes
     Hellllllllooooooooooooo everyone.
     Chapter 10 on 11/21 delivered as promise
     Chapter 11 coming out 11/28!
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     P.S.
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     support it got was crazyyy!
     we plan on another one-shot ( either mature or explicit ) for the
     holiday season, it could be another Aegon/Rhaenys/Visenya or perhaps
     another pairing!
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                               Rhaenys Targaryen
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Rhaenys woke up well before Aegon and Visenya, both still deep in the bowls of
sleep, for the first time since their wedding Rhaenys and Aegon chose not to
lay together before bed. She didn’t mind much, they were still young and had
much time, hopefully Visenya would soon join them for extra fun as well.
Rhaenys yawned and stretched her body, even if she had not fucked that night
she still slept in the nude. She yawned again and turned towards the window,
she flipped the covers off her body in hopes that the cold breeze would shake
sleep and it’s touch from her body, though all the breeze seemed to do was make
her recoil further into Aegon’s warm body.
She chose to push back into Aegon for a time, her breasts still cold while her
back and lower body warmed. During her procrastination of waking up she looked
at the the wall closest to her and saw the three armour stands, only one of
which filled, with Aegon’s armour.
During her looking at the armour stands her mind finally roused as she thought.
That bastard blacksmith never sent our armour to us, even after such steep
payment. Mayhaps incentive need be given for him to bring it to us.
Rhaenys pushed herself from Aegon’s body and flipped the remainder of the
covers from her body, she strolled to the window and looked out it, the City
alive with motion. Rhaenys cared not of her nudity for nobody could make out
every detail of her body at such a far distance, that was if they could afford
the time to look towards the Red Keep without worry of being robbed or murdered
by some common criminal.
Done with the sight she partially closed the shutters and went to the armour
stand, examining Aegon’s finely crafted armour and picturing hers next to it.
Done with her thoughts she made her way to her dresser and quickly threw on a
deep purple dress and light jewelry, continuing her readying for the day she
styled her hair and finished by hiding her Valyrian steel dagger, sheathed, in
her underwear.
Rhaenys quickly made her way out of her chambers and saw quite possibly the
largest set of guards she could recall. Ser Barristan, Ser Lewyn Martell and
Ser Whent were joined by dozens of Royal Guards. Rhaenys questioned such a
guard detail. “Ser Barristan, surely this many guards are not needed so far in
the Royal Apartments?”
Ser Barristan, or Ser Grandfather as Vaella and Daenerys called him, removed
his helmet and smiled his usual smile. “Your Father, King Rhaegar, made it so,
Princess. He wishes to take no chances on your lives, every one of these men
are proven warriors with loyalty only to your Family.”
Rhaenys smiled and looked at one man after another. “I am sure they are all
good and true men Ser Barristan. My Siblings still sleep, though I have some
business to attend, who will join me in doing it?”
Ser Lewyn Martell stepped forward and spoke, his accent still deeply Dornish
despite how long he’d lived in King’s Landing. “I will join you Princess
Rhaenys, as will a dozen of the Order’s finest.”
Rhaenys chose not to reply and began walking on her way, she wished not to
waste any time for she very much wanted her armour that is late past
acceptance. Her whole walk towards finding the man was spent thinking on the
man's punishment, a master of his renown and skill should not simply leave with
the Royal Family’s coin. Easily he is expected to make and bring their armour.
Soon enough Rhaenys entered the Great Hall, looking for the man’s cart but no
such luck was found, instead she saw Varys speaking with her Father at the
Throne. Surely the Spider would know where the man is. She made her way to the
Throne, her guards in tow as she did. When her Father noticed her he quite
speaking with Varys and hailed her.
“Rhaenys, Daughter, what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”
Rhaenys gave a girlish smile, as she did to get her way, before she replied.
“Father, the famed blacksmith we ordered our armour from has not been seen,
have you heard anything of him? His name was Halicho if I’m not mistaken.”
Rhaegar gave a sheepish smile and gestured to Lord Varys who answered for him.
“Princess, with the recent threats your Father has greatly strengthened the
garrison and rules of entry. I have heard of this man trying to gain entry but
thought nothing of it, if allowed I could have a servant bring him in.”
Rhaenys pouted slightly and looked to Rhaegar, who sighed and waved a hand.
“Make it so, Lord Varys.”
Lord Varys gave a quick bow and response. “Your Grace.” After he did so he
quickly left the throne room, bidding Rhaenys to wait in the courtyard while he
settled the issue, which she did. Not long after he returned with Halicho and
his cart, filled to the brim with orders made for the Red Keep that he wasn’t
allowed to return. Rhaenys smiled and jumped with joy at the sight of her
armour atop the cart.
Halicho, for a man his age, bent his knee with strain. “Princess Rhaenys, I beg
forgiveness, for the late delivery of your order and your Sister’s.”
Rhaenys smiled, one that did not truly meet her eyes. “It is forgiven, Ser. I
understand the reasoning that kept you and your wares from my Family. Now, let
us see what you have made.”
Halicho stood and bowed once more, before having his assistant bring the cart
forward with Rhaenys’ armour at the top of the pile. Kaila, Halicho’s daughter
who had fitted them, took off piece by piece and laid it atop the wide table
beside the Red Keep entry.
It was everything Rhaenys had hoped and expected. A mixture of Plate and
Leather, so masterfully worked together not one in attendance could see flaw,
her bracers and chestplate fitted with the same rubies Rhaegar uses on his
armour. Leather dyed red with black trimming just as the plate. Halicho had
done everything promised and more.
Rhaenys tore her gaze from the armour and thanked him, sincerely. “Thank you,
Ser. Words cannot express the gratitude I have for such beautiful and masterful
armour. I dare say Visenya will enjoy hers even more.”
Halicho bowed again, a smile on his withered face. “Your words do me great
kindness, Princess. My daughter Kaila also had hands in making your armours,
without her aid I fear the trim wouldn’t be quite so even.”
Rhaenys turned her gaze towards his blushing daughter. “Lady Kaila, I thank you
as well. Your cooperative work on our armours will not go without further
orders, I hope my request is not seen as rude or without modesty, but I wish
very much for you both to stay and continue working for our family. Without a
doubt you’ll not run out of work or coin.”
Halicho, for all his honour and wits on craftsmanship, was not a man to miss
chances at coin. “Yes Princess, we would be honoured to stay and take on work
for House Targaryen. Recently we came across more Valyrian Steel from some
Ironborn raiders, I thank the Gold Cloaks for their protection in the trade.
Perhaps a Valyrian Steel spear tip for you?”
Already it would seem, Rhaenys’ offer is profitable. “A Valyrian Steel spear
sounds marvelous, Ser. We have much space in this courtyard, I would see a
private smithy created for your use.”
Halicho and Rhaenys now seemed to be igniting each other's thoughts. “Another
honour you grant us, Princess.”
Rhaenys nodded, smiling wide and gestured to Lord Varys who was still stood
idly by tem. “Lord Varys, see that a smithy is brought to the courtyard and
that Halicho has whatever is needed, he is an honoured guest of House Targaryen
and should be treated as such.” -- Varys nodded and began moving for this,
Rhaenys then looked to a group of passing servants. “Servants, prepare two
chambers for Halicho and his Daughter-”
Rhaenys was cut off by a whisper from Ser Lewyn Martell. “Princess Rhaenys,
forgive the interruption but by order of King Rhaegar anything brought in is to
be searched, his cart is not exempt, when it is proven safe your armour will be
found on it’s stand in your chambers.”
She pouted, though this was something she couldn’t use her charm to pass.
“Fine, Ser. Make it not last any longer than needed, Visenya will have my head
if she finds out her armour is here but it is kept from her.”
Ser Lewyn nodded and everyone set off to the tasks assigned to them.
Rhaenys, finally having their armour retrieved, went to find Visenya for
bragging rights. Maybe informing Visenya about such news would get her out of
the library and back into her swordplay, something about Visenya, who is said
by many to be the original Visenya come again, spending her time in the library
is… frightening.
It wasn’t a far walk from the Throne Room to Maegor’s Holdfast’ library, as
expected Visenya was in a chair at the same table that was loaded with books
about their family, Ancient Valyria and Dragons long dead.
“Visenya, I have news of our Armour.”
Visenya looks up, her eyes slightly read from all the time examining text.
“What was his excuse?”
Rhaenys laughed at her Sister’s forwardness. “No excuse, truly. With the
letters sent to Father, few are allowed within the Red Keep, it seemed even our
dear blacksmith was kept from us.”
“Did he give you the armour?”
Rhaenys sighed, she didn’t quite have it yet. “As we speak the Armour is being
brought to our chambers, Father insisted it be looked at before being worn by
us, for caution.”
“So we don’t have it?”
“No Visenya, not quite yet, I expect by the time we’re back for bed it’ll be
ready.”
Visenya nodded and went back to reading, the book being about Dragons and how
to supposedly ‘hatch’ them. Rhaenys doubted very much that this ancient
literature held the secrets that it’s title claimed. Visenya looked up at
Rhaenys, seeing her gaze on the book, she smiled.
“Do you wish to read with me?”
Rhaenys began to backup ever so slightly. “I dare not impose Sister, I’m sure
you enjoy such tranquility.”
Visenya placed the book down and waved away Rhaenys’ comment. “Nonsense
Rhaenys.” -- Visenya reached out to Rhaenys and guided her to the seat next to
her own, she placed a book of Valyrian text in Rhaenys’ hands and moved back to
her own seat. -- “That book makes claim that it knows the secret to Valyrian
Steel. I doubt it does, though will you find out?”
Rhaenys, for all her gifts of charms, had been played by Visenya. Her younger
sister knew that should Rhaenys find the secrets of Valyrian Steel or Hatching
Dragons, that she’d hold such news and wisdom over Aegon as long as he lived.
Rhaenys kept hold of the book and grumbled quietly as she read, leaving Visenya
to snicker to herself as she read.
Most of the book was repetitive or unintelligible, it seemed a fake until she
came across pages filled with diagrams and texts with arrows pointing towards
different pictures. It seemed to be a step by step guide towards making
‘Valyrian Steel’, but as she kept flipping pages the last few were torn and
missing.
“Visenya! I found it… well most of it!”
Visenya jumped from her seat and went to Rhaenys, she read the same last pages
and was angered at the torn pages.
“This was done purposefully.”
Rhaenys nodded, then was struck with a thought. “It was, though if another of
these existed it’d be in the Citadel, locked away where it’s been long
forgotten.”
Visenya agreed and they both went to the library door, the book in Rhaenys’
arms. Rhaenys held Visenya back from going forward and gave an order to the
newly formed Royal Guard’s from the Order.
“Lock these doors, nobody but the Royal Family is allowed entrance until we say
otherwise.” The guard in charge replied a simple ‘Yes Princess.’ and they
continued on their way to Grand Maester Ebrose, for if anyone could demand a
book be sent, it was him.
Quickly they exited Maegor’s holdfast, Two Kingsguard and Ten Ordermen behind
them as they all but sprinted to the Rookery, where Grand Maester Ebrose was
commonly found.
As expected his door was open for the breeze and they quickly found themselves
inside his study. Ebrose was at his desk, observing an old scroll when Rhaenys
announced their presence to him with a not so subtle cough.
Grand Maester Ebrose rose as quick as his old bones could and gave a slight
bow. “Princesses, what may I do for you?”
Visenya took the lead and pointed to Rhaenys’ arms, a book visible in them.
“Grand Maester, you know of my recent capture in books containing History or
Knowledge about my ancestry. In reading them Rhaenys and I came across this
book, it has quite a bit of information, however the last few pages are
missing.”
A look of realization came across the Grand Maester, Rhaenys guessed he knew
why it was ripped, he spoke to it a moment later. “I need not see the book, it
was ripped a long time ago, Princesses. Back when Dragons flew over Westeros,
it was split purposefully. Aegon First of His Name, had it done. He wished to
keep the secrets to his Family alone, not even wishing to arm his men with such
blades. Aegon did such to avoid such information falling into the hands of
someone that would use it for destruction or personal gain, those last few
pages are kept hidden, in the Citadel.”
Visenya was enraptured with this short History lesson, Rhaenys’ attention was
bouncing from object to object in the room, not caring about what he was saying
until he got to where the missing pages were.
 
Once he said their location Rhaenys spoke before Visenya could ask questions.
“Grand Maester, could you send for all hidden information on our Family to be
sent here at once? With all these new findings, we could do many great things.
Perhaps Valyrian Steel for every Kingsguard and Royal Family member.”
Ebrose nodded at Rhaenys’ words, “I shall begin my letter to the Citadel
immediately. May I help you with anything else Princesses?”
Again, Rhaenys spoke before Visenya could. “Yes, Grand Maester, thank you.”
Rhaenys, Visenya and their entourage follow them back to Maegor’s Holdfast, the
girls enter their chamber, their guards staying outside the door. Visenya was
silent the whole while and spoke in a hushed tone after they were alone.
“Rhaenys, have you ever wished to meet others that share our looks? That have
ancestry in common with ours?”
Rhaenys had to think on that, she very much wished to meet more Valyrians, but
too many of them would make their looks seem more common and less exotic. “I
would wish very much to meet others similar to us, though too many and we lose
our charms over Andals, First Men and Rhoynar.”
“What if we had ladies in waiting from Lys? Noble women with our looks, it
could grow relations and we could speak together on so many things, imagine the
books they could bring!”
“That could be nice Visenya, Father is always looking for Allies, though if it
ends in ashes that could be very bad for us.”
“It would not end in ashes Rhaenys, if anything they could teach us so much
about our eggs.”
Rhaenys sunk down on the bed hoping to relax, Visenya jumped on the bed beside
her, relaxing was not on her mind. Visenya had a good point, if they had ladies
in waiting from Lys, that would strengthen relations and they could speak to
each other endlessly with their shared ancestry.
“You win Visenya, you sold the Lys ladies in waiting to me, but it is Father
you need to convince.”
Visenya smiled and seemingly lost her energy, now able to relax that she got
her way. They chose to sleep after so many things being done that day.
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“Rhaenys, wake up.”
Rhaenys opened her eyes sleepily and saw Visenya standing next to Aegon. Both
of them looking at her, a piece of parchment in Visenya’s hands already full of
writing. Rhaenys questioned Visenya and Aegon once she had her wits back from
the depths of sleep.
“Why was I woken? Visenya is that letter for what I think it is?”
Visenya nodded excitedly, another recent change that doesn’t fit her usual
character. “Here Rhaenys, read it!”
Rhaenys grabbed and read it.
Dear Father,
After speaking with both Rhaenys and Aegon, we all agreed that we would very
much like Noblemen and Ladies from Lys to stay with us. We would learn much
from them and strengthen relations with the Kingdom itself. Please consider
this Father, perhaps if everything were to go well we would have an extra
Kingdom to call on as an Ally.
Love, Visenya
Rhaenys handed it back to Visenya, nodding the whole time. “It is well written
‘Senya, I assume Aegon will be giving it to Father?”
Aegon nodded as Visenya hugged her, again acting strange. When Visenya pulled
back she spoke. “He will be, I didn’t just wake you for this though! House
Stark wish to spend time with us Rhaenys. Will you please come?”
Rhaenys fell back into her bed and let out a long, exaggerated sigh. “I suppose
I can join you for this, though when my family visits you better join me in
visiting them.”
Aegon left the room quietly and Visenya kept speaking as Rhaenys dragged her
out of the room, not bothering to change. “I will Rhaenys, this will be such
fun.”
They quickly made their way to the first floor, where Rhaegar had given them
chambers to stay recently, as the Stark’s visit had been lengthened. These
chambers were closest to the entrance but no less beautiful or furnished. Lord
Stark had been surprised and honoured at the invitation, which their Mother
Elia had apparently extended.
The Stark’s being unused to the hot climate wore light clothing compared to
most Nobles at court, though still less than the Order’s own Mors Umber, who
being used to the cold all his life refused to even wear a shirt in court,
though with the hair on his body some thought he wore a pelt at first.
This day was no different for the Stark’s it would seem, when Visenya led
Rhaenys to the door and knocked, it was quickly answered by Lady Catelyn in a
sheer but not quite see through shift. Behind the Lady, her Family matched in
sheer clothing, their Windows wide open with quite a chilled breeze for Visenya
and Rhaenys though still seemingly warm for the Starks.
Lady Catelyn smiled past her obvious discomfort, whether it be from the heat or
being seen ‘improper’ Rhaenys dared not guess. “Princesses, how nice to see
you, I hope our offer of meeting met you well?’
Rhaenys replied, being a lot more versed in courtly mannerisms than Visenya.
“It did Lady Stark. We dare not miss an opportunity of relaxation with the
Starks.”
Lord Eddard came up next to Lady Catelyn, he replied as he wrapped an arm
around Lady Catelyn's waist. “Relaxation? Surely you jest Princess Rhaenys, how
you deal with such weather is beyond me.”
Rhaenys laughed lightly with a hand over her mouth, ignoring the look of
Visenya who wished to pass the greetings. “My Lord, I assure you the heat to
you is as the cold to us, I fear Visenya and I would be frozen before we were
to reach Winterfell. Perhaps those legendary hot springs would thaw us though.”
Lord Stark chuckled, drawing Lady Catelyn into him where they shared a look of
love. “Legendary even this far South I see? If ever you were to visit, you’d
never feel the cold within my walls. Enough talk of the North though, come in
Princesses, we wish to talk and relax.”
Rhaenys and Visenya both dipped their heads in thanks and entered the room,
they sat on a beautiful couch, recently covered in the Direwolf of House Stark
for their guests. As Rhaenys looked around the room it would seem even the
Targaryen tapestries were covered with Stark ones, recently made from tales of
old in their honour. Rhaenys wouldn’t be surprised if Rhaegar allowed them to
be kept. She was shaken from her thoughts by another cold breeze, it appeared
she and Visenya would need to dress more warmly next time the Stark’s called
upon them.
“Princesses, is it correct to assume you have heard of Moat Cailin?” Rhaenys
registered Lord Stark’s voice, it was more serious than it had been just
earlier during greetings.
Visenya answered his question. “Of course we have Uncle! It is known all
throughout the Kingdoms!”
Lord Stark smiled at her knowledge of the North. “It is a shadow of its former
self, rotted and crumbling, even now it could cease passage of an army
thousands strong. Being in its position it isn’t as harsh to Southerners.” -
- Lord Stark chuckled to himself before turning serious once more. -- “With the
coming conflict, it will no longer stay in disrepair. I have sent funding, men
and supplies to it for reconstruction and additions. A whole tower will be for
House Targaryen and their Guards. Should you have need of it’s protection
during this war, it is extended to you.”
Visenya jumped from her seat and hugged Lord Stark, Rhaenys got up with a lot
more patience and joined the hug. Eventually all of House Stark joined as well,
for such an offer showed how deep their Family bonds were, the cost of
repairing Moat Cailin would be huge, the cost of a tower for the sole use of
House Targaryen must be quite an additional cost.
Rhaenys accepted and extended an offer of her own. “On behalf of House
Targaryen, I thank you, Lord Stark. Your Family stands as one of our most
trusted and loved Allies. I extend the same offer you have My Lord, if there
comes a time where your Family needs Asylum, House Targaryen will grant you it
and more.”
Smiles were on everyone's faces, even those of House Stark too young to grasp
the meaning of this conversation. Rhaenys chose to let the Stark’s in on a
secret of House Targaryen. “My Lord, as the South has heard of Moat Cailin is
the same said of the North and Summerhall?”
Lord Stark nodded, the gesture mimicked by his children. “We have, Princess
Rhaenys, is their something of similar nature happening with it?”
Visenya was watching Rhaenys, unsure of why she’d inform the Stark’s of the
restoration process, in which Rhaenys continued speaking of. “Something
similar, yes. My Father, Rhaegar, has seen fit for it to be restored and more.
It will be doubled in it’s size, with a garrison of thousands. House Targaryen
and guests will visit for the Winter season, being further South and away from
King’s Landing will be nice, but boring. Perhaps if House Stark attended with
us it could make such things fun for all involved?”
For the first time Robb spoke up, obviously eager thinking about time with
Visenya, his infatuation with her known to both Rhaenys and Aegon. “I agree
with Princess Rhaenys, even if it’s for part of Winter such accommodations
would show solidarity between our House’s, perhaps if room was left House
Martell could attend as well?”
Rhaenys nodded, this would strengthen their Alliance and hopefully by the time
Winter comes around Visenya won’t mind riding Aegon’s cock, which would greatly
alleviate Robb Stark’s growing interest in their baby Sister. “There would be
room enough for all of the Great House’s, though only two Great House’s would
fit within the Royal Hold.”
Robb kept nodding, very animated, Rhaenys loved building his hope just for the
chance to see it fail when he sees the day Visenya carries Aegon’s child.
Lord Stark seemed thoughtful, no doubt he would not wish to leave the North for
all of Winter, as the North and even the Vale face the most hardships during
Winter. “How goes construction on it Princess? Will it be complete for the
coming Winter?”
Rhaenys knew it was close to completion, but pondered the thought just for
show, if she appeared too eager it would show as such. “I believe it will be
completed moons before Winter, My Lord.”
Lord Stark looked at Lady Catelyn and seemingly made his decision. “We accept
Princess, though for how long I dare not promise at this time.”
Rhaenys and Visenya both smiled and bid farewells, Robbs kiss lingering on
Visenya’s cheek and even Rhaenys’ longer than proper. When they left the
Stark’s chamber, Rhaenys immediately turned to Visenya. “You realize you’ll
need to fuck Aegon loud enough for Robb to hear sometime yes? I fear Robb will
never understand he cannot have you.”
Visenya laughed and blushed. “He will not have me Rhaenys, if I were to rub it
in though, we could sour relations.”
Rhaenys leaned into Visenya and whispered in her ear. “If you won’t scream for
Aegon to anger Robb, perhaps you’ll scream for me?”
“Rhaenys!”
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Notes
     phew, sorry to keep yall waiting for this! We've had some big changes
     so I'll just outline them here.
     We have one more set Chapter for the 18th of December, it will be
     quite large and it will be Stannis' POV. It's meant to make up for
     this short one which leads me to our second point.
     Valor and Eagle have both gone for the month for the Holidays. Which
     is why it took a bit to bring this one out,
     however.............somebody else joined our team! Please welcome
     Hoover to the team, she'll be joining us ever so slightly on this
     story but she'll mainly be helping in our One-Shots and our Second
     coming story.
     Anyways here's our schedule.
     18DEC17 ; Chapter 12 - Stannis POV
     25DEC17 ; Christmas One-Shot
     Sometime between 15DEC17 and 20DEC17 will be the first chapter of our
     second story.
     Thank you, Akky & Hoover
     w/ love from the currently away Valor and Eagle.
                                Aegon Targaryen
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             - Harrenhal, Newly-Made Headquarters for the Order -
The Banners of the Dragon Order flew proudly over the ramparts of the soon-to-
be repaired Harrenhal as Aegon entered with his entourage. Receiving Harrenhal
  was no small gift, for the Order it meant a large, secure Castle to use as
 their main base. Where all new recruits could be trained, all current members
                could reside and all equipment could be stored.
  For many of these men that Aegon had come to know and trust, it was a fresh
 start. During his entrance many stopped and waved, saluted, called out to the
  Prince, expressing their gratitude for being given this opportunity, though
  truthfully they do not turn away a single man or as of late, women. Aegon’s
sisters had tried joining the Order, their request was immediately declined by
 their Father, other women from Dorne or the North heard this tale and decided
 to join for themselves, not long after their were so many women they built a
 section just for them and their quarters. Construction went quickly with the
   architects bought by the Crown, it was not only architects bought for the
                                    Order.
Master Blacksmiths from all across the known world, Masters-At-Arms from every
kingdom for a uniquely combined combat style and Aegon’s favorite, the smartest
minds brought together under one roof for the creativity of new weaponry. That
                        was the reason for such a trip.
    ______________________________________________________________________
Deep within the dungeons of Harrenhal, Aegon, the Grand Master of the Order was
joined by a Senior Serjeant Harren and Lieutenant Shaun Celtigar. Such a place
  Aegon had never even dreamt of, now though, it was the Order’s main base of
                                  operations.
 “Welcome to Order’s workshop, Prince Aegon.” Celtigar announced with pride at
     the small little enclave he had etched out in the depths of their new
  headquarters. Various cloaked figures milled about, working on contraptions
that Harren could not wrap his head around. For the giant Serjeant it was as if
                     he had taken a step into a new world.
 “I did not expect you to be the experimenting type..” Aegon noted as Celtigar
                                 gave a laugh.
“I’m not my Price, but to these lot we need to be of use. If we play our parts
right we can achieve much more than strutting around the Seven Kingdoms. I for
one don't fancy being a hedge knight again.” Celtigar noted with a sour tone as
                  the various workers mill about around them
“That makes two of us.” Harren said with a equal tone to his friend, before he
     observed what Celtigar was busy crafting. “So what the hell are these
contraptions?” The giant asked as Celtigar cleared his throat. Prince Aegon was
    equally curious, though it seemed his curiosity was not meant to last.
 “Remember that time we were chased out of the Citadel?” Shaun said as Harren
 looked to the ceiling as if to reminisced or to avoid telling such a tale in
                          front of the Crown Prince.
“When we first met? How could I not!” The two laughed at the nostalgic memory,
when times were more simple for them without the fear of war or court intrigue.
Harren whipped a tear from his eye that had welled up from his laughter. “Ah, I
    do remember that quite fondly. How you managed to piss off that entire
   collection of dusty old farts I will never know.” He said with a smile as
 Celtigar moved over to his workbench, causing both Harren and Aegon to follow
                                   him over.
  “It was all because of this.” Celtigar said gesturing to the old tome on a
pedestal, careful so as not to damage the dust-encrusted book, Harren turned it
    to the cover to read the faded title on the book’s old leather binding.
“Machinations from Valyria and the Far East, by Lore-Maester Ceklis Valer’ion”
  Harren read as an old man swatted away the giant's hand from the musty old
                                     time.
   “It's pronounced pronounced Val-eer-e-on, Serjeant, and according to the
 manuscript he was a traveler and was one of the few maesters to write a first
   hand account of Valyria and the Far East beyond Essos.” Qyburn said with
 grandiose as Harren looked at Celtigar’s work with a mixture of intrigue and
                                  skepticism.
  “This book contains hundreds of detailed plans and formulas for things like
healing remedies, building materials, a machine that makes books, even weapons.
   For the last few days I've had Qyburn here trying to replicate one of the
designs, a weapon from Yi Ti, out of this book and I think we have finally done
it!” Celtigar said as Aegon tried to peer over his shoulder to look at what his
                            Lieutenant was hiding.
  “What is it? Don't tell me, you found the secret to making valyrian steel?”
   Prince Aegon said excitedly. as Celtigar’s giddy grin faded for a moment.
“Not yet, with the help of Qyburn here I say it will not be long before we do.”
  Celtigar turned around and revealed a heavily modified crossbow. “Observe.”
Celtigar noted as he aimed the weapon at a nearby training dummy that had been
set up for just the occasion and fired a bolt into it. Then pulling on a lever
 that was built onto the crossbow, it reset and fired it again, and again, and
again in rapid succession. By the end the dummy had seven bolts sticking out of
  it. All in the time it would normally take a person time to shoot two bolts
                            with a normal crossbow.
  “Impressive.” A new voice announced as Harren reached for his sword only to
  find the Prince’s Sister-wives, Princess Visenya was the one who had spoke,
 standing before them with Rhaenys at her side. “Princesses!.” The two said in
unison as they bowed in respect to the Royal Family members, Aegon just sighed
                      and gave a half-hearted ‘Sisters’.
  “What did you plan to do with this weapon, Ser Celtigar?” Princess Rhaenys
                    questioned, intrigue plain on her face.
  “I planned to have it used for the Order, Princess. My outriders noted that
trying to reload on horseback was a pain so I remembered this contraption from
 my reading long ago and I had Qyburn set about trying to make it a reality.”
  “The bolts are housed in this magazine right here, and can fit at the most
   seven per magazine plus one already knocked. They are easy to modify from
   normal crossbows and only need minor instructions for a wielder to become
                  versed in their use.” The ex-maester notes
  “How many of these weapons can you make, Ser?” Princess Visenya questioned,
                     taking the words from Aegon’s mouth.
   “As many as you need, Princess. With the right materials of course we can
 easily modify any crossbows in the Order’s arsenal. Though it will take some
 time for us to refine the design for mass production.” Ser Celtigar finished
             with a smile, seemingly confident in his assumption.
“If you keep this up good Ser, I fear the Crown will run out of keeps to grant
you.” Visenya said jokingly, the room shared a laugh at such a remark, for the
               keep they’d given him was now beautifully remade.
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   Aegon sat in his office, his connected bedroom currently filled with two
waiting Sisters, in his hands a letter sealed from his Father delivered in the
             dead of night by five Royal Guardsmen from the Order.
 He’d debated opening it for the whole evening in which he’d received it. With
 his Sisters waiting for him he could no longer brush it off and tore off the
                                     seal.
                                    Aegon,
If this letter was delivered by any others besides the five I dispatched, chief
              among them Serjeant Ajax, consider it compromised.
  Our ‘little birds’ from across the Narrow Sea have been reporting Stannis’
forces moving towards the western coast of Essos, Volantis marches with him. I
 fear within a moon this country will go from hard fought peace to total war,
  prepare your Ordermen, your forces will be the first to engage, this should
 grant us an early advantage while the Lord’s train their newly raised levies.
    In other news, my Son. Before this war starts you must have an heir in
 creation, preferably two, Visenya willing. This war is the first to come, do
   not lose sight of the prophecy, survive for our House and kill these Stag
                                   invaders.
Send your Sisters back as well, that is no place for them no matter how crafty
                            they think themselves.
                             Your Father, Rhaegar.
  Aegon sighed, how harsh the Gods were to bring a war and not allow him the
  comfort of his Lovers’ embraces. As if to taunt him further, Rhaenys called
out. “Dearest Brother, will you leave your Sisters alone with want? I must say,
if you keep us waiting much longer perhaps you will find the door locked and us
                       enjoying each other without you.”
  He dropped the letter and sprinted to the door, thanking the Gods he’d just
cursed. When he opened the door he saw Rhaenys straddling Visenya, both in the
   nude, Rhaenys noticed and laughed. “Finally done with your so called work
                 Aegon? I do believe we were just finishing.”
Rhaenys slipped off Visenya and sprawled out next to her. Aegon’s eyes drank in
 the sight, his eyes swapping back and forth between the two pairs of breasts.
“I do not believe we were, Dear Sister, on the contrary I believe we were just
                                  beginning.”
Just like that Aegon slipped into a wonderful night, forgetting the chaos that
                         was sailing for their House.
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter Notes
     Alright, so here's chap 12, rewrote this a couple times cause i wasnt
     happy with it but I think I am now.
     its not a super in depth one like we usually do so theres that.
     our next chapter won't be until January 9th. ( when Valor and Eagle
     are back )
     our christmas special will be posted either 24/25th. ( mainly by Akky
     )
     our new stories first chapter will be posted before the new year.
     ( it is mainly written by Hoover, Hoover won't usually every work on
     our GoT stuff )
     thanks and happy holidays. see you in the new year!
                               Stannis Baratheon
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 Taking back Storm’s End had been child’s play for Stannis and Renly, Stannis
had held this castle for almost a year and a half with no supplies against the
 forces of the Royalists, to the point where his men had to drag him away when
 the Targaryen’s had stormed the castle after the death of his brother at the
                                   Trident.
Now the Second Son of Steffon Baratheon stood in the family crypts at the very
tomb of the brother who he had sacrificed so much for. A grim scowl on his face
 as he stared at the solemn and rather dower appearing statue of what was his
                 normally jovial and wrathful eldest brother.
“I’ve done much for you brother without ever asking for anything in return. As
 you made your rebellion across Westeros, I held our home from invaders. When
you died from the treachery of your own friend at the Trident, I dared not give
 up, thinking it was nothing more than Targaryen propaganda and you had pulled
another one of your miraculous escapes like at the Battle of the Bells. I held
our home for a year and a half, against all odds, even resorting to eating the
dead just so as to keep holding on. I fought and killed anyone I met when they
 stormed the Keep, Davos told me I was like a madman and that it took four men
              to drag me away when we knew the battle was lost.”
“Then the gods granted us the luck it took to slip past the Targaryen blockade
in the midst of a great storm with favorable winds that carried us all the way
 to Volantis. For years we hid like rats, dodging or killing any assassins the
 Targaryens sent after us until now, here I stand, for you.” A lone tear found
  its way down Stannis’ face as he stared at his Brothers statue, noting how
                            great the likeness was.
 “I will need this…” Stannis noted as he picked up Robert’s warhammer from its
 pedestal. “I doubt you need it anymore. I can only hope it will serve me well
  as much as it did for you, Brother.” With that Stannis turned and left the
 catacombs. Knowing that the next time he would be here, he’d be laid to rest
                                   himself.
On the ramp hearts, Renly stood waiting as the setting sun came in the distant
  end, showering the sky in a blood red hue. “Stannis, our scouts report the
  Stormlands mobilizing to counter our landing. What shall we do now?” Renly
 asked with a smile on his face that shone through his wild beard and unkempt
Dothraki-style braids. Stannis stares out at their army and gave only one word.
                                    “War.”
                           Unknown Stormland Soldier
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“Lord Connington’s orders are that we must march on Storm’s End immediately. We
 can’t stop at all. Whip the soldiers if you must! We need to get there before
 the barbarians gains a foothold.” The General yelled to his lead Commander as
                              the man gave a huff
 “I’ve tried whipping them, Sir.” The Commander said in annoyance “The men are
          spent. They won’t go any farther until they’ve had a break”
 The General, fed up, shouted. “If they won’t move flog them! Storm’s End must
               be taken before the enemy reestablishes itself!”
 The officer objected “General, we have marched for two days without pause. We
    cannot-” “Make way! Their right behind us!” One of the returning Scouts
 screamed in fear as they rode past the camp Officers as if Death himself were
  on their heels. The Lord had no idea what they were talking about. Then he
                                   heard it.
 A noise like thunder, as if a great storm was off in the distance and heading
toward them…No, not the thunder of a great storm. But the thundering of hooves!
 Out of the trees came what looked to be thousands, no. Tens of Thousands! Of
  Dothraki, screaming whooping and wailing as their numbers bared down on the
camping Stormlanders, having been constantly on the move their entrenchment was
  nothing more than hastily thrown together tents with few men on guard duty.
   This would be a massacre, though quietly into the night they will not go.
  “Rally men! Rally! Pikes form a line, Archers get on that hilltop! Infantry
 form behind the Pikemen!” At the Generals shout men stopped their routing and
 rallied to their orders. Time was on their side it seemed as the Dothraki had
  stopped their advance. Until they noticed that the attack wasn’t stopping,
instead a figure rode to the front of the Dothraki, a figure with the sigil of
                               House Baratheon.
 “Stormlanders! I am Renly Baratheon, brother to your rightful ruler, Stannis
 Baratheon. You swore yourselves to a Dragon, a Dragon that murdered and raped
his way to the Crown! For such a crime your punishment is death! Know that your
 wives and daughters will be raped, your Sons murdered; so many deaths on your
                shoulders as you supported those inbred shits!”
     This massacre would be the first example of Renly’s part in the War.
  Breaking away from his brother’s army, the Dothraki formed their own horde,
wreaking havoc against their enemies as the horse-lords strike without warning
 and disappear just as quickly. All the lands they raid and burn belonging to
the traitors who had betrayed the Baratheons during the Robert’s Rebellion not
a few decades ago. They sow a tide of destruction which leaves entire farmlands
aflame, rivers running red with blood, and thousands of smallfolk murdered and
 raped all in Renly’s own twisted need for vengeance. Anything of value (food,
 Gold, clothing) was taken in a scorched earth campaign as Renly’s own troops
                    lived off the spoils of their victory.
                               Stannis Baratheon
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                                     Dawn.
 Whips crack, barbarians howl, those of the Stag cry “Foreword!”, and those of
  the Dragon cry “Back!”. Westerosi eyes first bear witness to the spectacle
        brought forth from the corners of the far east by the Volanti.
Elephants larger than houses, their tusks topped with blades or spiked maces to
 smash into enemy columns and their thick hide covered with thicker armor only
 further bolsters their durability, great towers upon their backs rains spears
 and crossbow bolts from every direction as they thunder through the Dragon’s
                                    lines.
  Unsullied and Tiger Guard break any charge thrown against them like cliffs
                           against the pounding sea.
The shining forms of the infamous Gold Company and the ancient Northern Bronze
 armor of the Company of Rose glitter in the sunshine as their warriors scythe
       thorough enemy forces as if combat was mere child’s play to them.
    All this took place as Stannis lead from the front, his elder brother’s
warhammer in hand as he smashed the Royal Forces in the Stormlands in a battle
                 after battle, with nary any losses each time.
    But history will forever note that those who died were the lucky ones.
  Survivors, those who were not seriously injured, suffered a fate worse than
death, as the Volanti clasped them in irons and sent them to be brought back to
   Essos to be sold at auction. This horrifying action was the “payment” for
                     Volantis in their support of Stannis.
    After the obliteration of the second Stormlander army came the siege of
Griffith’s Roost. A siege that was short, and unlike many other battles of the
                  first portion in the war, little bloodshed.
    Having little time and supplies to prepare for such a brutal siege, the
retainers of House Connington, joined by routed men were set upon by thousands.
Yet the destructive speed of which Stannis and Renly had dispatched their foes
   had made its mark in the enemy. Terror has been down in the ranks of the
  defenders, with the retainers being the only ones who thought of fighting.
 Stannis was surprised at such a fight taking place in the enemy’s own force,
        though it pleased him that there wouldn’t be such a challenge.
As his men reached the gate to batter it down, the gates were thrown opened and
  reports came to Stannis and the men inside had told them they surrendered.
  Thinking it was all a ploy, Stannis came to the gate with his most vicious
 warriors, killing all occupants they saw, some of the more twisted men raping
                those they could before slitting their throats.
Stannis would never partake in such brutal and savage activities, if Renly were
here he’d be leading such things. Reports have reached him that Renly and much
of the Dothraki have torched the countryside, every village slaughtered and the
  few riches they possessed stolen. Renly even sent Stannis some of the more
   ‘beautiful’ common girls to enjoy. Instead of doing such a thing Stannis
ordered all prisoners to be treated well, they needed at least a portion of the
   populace to support them, if not the casualties they took would never be
                                 replenished.
  As it stood in the current Stormland campaign, he had no support for fresh
 troops, but he had roughly half of it either under his control or destroyed.
He’s faced mostly Stormland soldiers with few Royal, Reachmen or Dornish mixed
  in. Word has reached him from scouts that a Royal force was amassing led by
 King Rhaegar, such a battle early in the war could mean a quick victory over
                             the Seven Kingdom’s.
   Retainers that had been captured were slaughtered wholesale thanks to the
   Dothraki, everyone of them killed by the very men who the Baratheons had
 defeated not a few days ago. He could see it in the survivors eyes, they were
 afraid of him. No, this went beyond normal fear, they looked at him the same
             way a man would look upon a monster, one spoke to it.
    “You bastard! How could you bring such savages, rapists and murders to
   Westeros?! Wait until King Rhaegar defeats you and slaughters your men!”
     Stannis gave a light chuckle, such balls on an already dead man were
 refreshing. “We will have to see if your King can beat me alone, lest he hide
                            behind his Kingsguard.”
 He nodded to a Dothraki who gave a bloodlust filled smile before cutting off
           the unnamed soldiers head and rolling it to his comrades.
            “Horselord, kill the rest, don’t destroy their skulls.”
 Dothraki all around gave cries at Stannis’ orders while the man walked away,
    the last sounds heard being painful screams from the remainder of those
  captured. During the siege, no, slaughter of the Roost, Renly had orders to
 patrol all around the Stormlands, gathering information on gathering armies.
From the hastily and sloppily written note, it would seem ‘King’ Rhaegar was to
                                  march soon.
                                    brother
           one large host at Kings Landing mayhaps tens of thousands
      a second large host on the border of the reach, black in armour and
            professional in skill. A good fight for our companies.
 last army is not large but hide in woods. The horselords are unable to attack
                          without being slaughtered.
                             orders? Signed Renly
   Stannis read it quietly before passing it to his most trusted friend and
                              advisor, Ser Davos.
                   “Forgive me mi’lord but I can not read.”
 Stannis patted his man on the back and read it aloud, Ser Davos at the end of
                           the reading was on edge.
“Mi’lord if they have two large hosts, large enough to rival our forces with a
            skirmish force to our South, should we not pull back?”
 On Stannis’ face was a stoic expression while he replied. “True we would lose
 many a Dothraki, it would be a favor for us to lose them, if victory were to
come I planned on their slaughter afterwards. You are right though, we can not
afford to lose our most skilled men, we will use the Dothraki as bait and keep
  our Volanti and Sellswords with us. Have the Orders written and sent to our
                                 Commanders.”
                                Renly Baratheon
    ______________________________________________________________________
Riding away from a village that Renly and his Dothraki had recently put to the
  torch painted the evening sky red and black from the smoke, the ground they
rode on the same, with the blood from those murdered and charred remains of all
 they burnt. Another village put to the sword with nary a valuable possession,
  aside from the women. Mayhaps I shall pay them the coin we raided from them
after the men are done with them, it would be a bad example to murder all those
                                 we lay with.
  Renly looked to the Dothraki bloodrider riding beside him and gave such an
order. “Razako, once the men have had their fill with the ladies, give them the
   coin we raided and let them go.” -- Razako nodded albeit begrudgingly and
 turned away, only to be pulled back by Renly's hand -- “Keep two, one for you
  and one for me, these two will be for our cocks alone.” Razako laughed and
             clasped Renly before riding away to give the Orders.
    Renly continued chuckling to himself from village to village, gradually
      creating his own set of nude slave women to warm his bed at night.
  During one of their raids Renly took a large, cushioned wagon from a lesser
 Noble family caught up in the fighting and fit it full of his private set of
  girls, guarded by his Bloodriders who each had their own woman riding with
them. Renly thought he deserved a break from such violence and handed his reins
 to one of his men as he jumped to the wagon joyfully, when he entered he saw
          eight very nervous women, all near his youthful complexion.
 “My, my, you’re all as perfect as Goddesses, if you can please me and do as I
  say, you will be well looked after.” Renly looked from girl to girl before
finishing his statement with a vicious smile. “If you try to flee, if you fail
 to please me, if you do anything I wish you had not, you will be given to my
       horde until your broken body lies in the aftermath of our march.”
  Renly left his wagon full of treats happy, not one woman had the courage to
   defy him and all pleased him during the last villages sack. Though he was
   disgruntled that every woman in the village was raped to death, some were
                      incredibly beautiful even in death.
 After slaughtering all Stormland villages in the general vicinity, he ordered
  all his men to a full stop. The thundering hoof beats instantly gave way to
  silence, the very wind could be heard as Renly took in his surroundings. He
    then pointed to the tree line and four of his bloodriders split off and
                        searched the area in question.
 They returned a few moments later, accompanied by a pair of Targaryen scouts
dressed in ragged armor that was meant for camouflage, the blood riders brought
the two men to Renly and then forced them on their knees, cheers rang out from
                         the men close enough to see.
“Andal Scouts…” Renly noted with disdain, but rather than just lop their heads
                     off, Renly decided to have some fun.
“Good job gentlemen, you’ve found the Dothraki army.” He congratulated the two
  scouts in a faux-impressed voice which caused laughter to ring through the
  ranks of his horde, one of the scouts swallowed his fear and spat right in
     Renly’s face “Our King will stop you and your whoreson of a brother.”
  “Stop us? Why, he was the one who invited us!” Renly said with smile as he
 hoisted the Scout by the neck so they were eye to eye. “When he murdered our
 brother, took our home and continued to try and take our lives even after he
had taken everything else. He challenged our strength, so now we come to repay
  your King for his hospitality.” Renly said with an air of dread and a glare
 that would turn a man’s blood to water in their veins. He then threw the man
  back to the ground and pointed in the general direction of King’s Landing.
  “Go! Tell your inbred King to send his strongest armies, have him bring his
inbred Princeling too. Once we take back our home, we’ll take the whole of the
Seven Kingdoms! I’ll kill his Son in front of his eyes, rape his Daughters long
  enough until they get heavy with child, I’ll let all the Dothraki get their
fill of his Wives! He will live to see his House come to ruin!” Renly yelled to
 the two as the men began to run as fast as they could away from the Mad Stag.
  As he watched the scouts run further and further away, Renly scratched his
   beard and asked his men in perfect Dothraki “How many men does it take to
 deliver a message?”. At his question one of his blood-riders knocked an arrow
                      and took aim at the fleeing scouts.
                     With a gleeful smile the man replied.
                                    “One.”
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