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if Baelon had lived

lots of grammatical error, but....... nahh

just something i wrote for fun. just to get this out of my mind.

“He is your son. Your heir. The very one that you always wanted. And now, that you have it, you wish to not tend to him,” said Rhaenya in frustration. Her eyes glued to the King, her father infront of her. The audacity for not showing any care to her brother, his son then went and remarry her friend in courts. “Did mother die for nothing, then?” she asked, unshed tears formed at her eyes.

King Viserys stood up from his seat, looming over his daughter’s height. “I will not have you speak to me like that, Rhaenyra! I care for him!”

The princess exhaled a shaky breath as she looks at the king. Her tear fell down from her eyes. “And yet you weren’t there when he was sick. When the courts speaks of his expected death, you did nothing to dismiss it! You were busy with finding some fine lords to wed me off to!” Crocodile tears graces her face but she didn’t care about it. “I cared about this family, too. I only wish to help you”.

“’Tis been a long time since I’m here,”

“Uncle Vaegon,” greets the King.

Vaegon Targaryen, the seventhborn of the Old King Jaehaerys and the Good Queen Alysanne, also an archmaester at the Citadel, nods at his nephew. The very nephew that he never met but only knew by a mere whisper from the maids, before he left for the Oldtown following his fifteenth nameday.

“You summoned me back to this very wretched place,” he said, looking around the surrounding. “I see that nothing had change”.When he’d done, he turned to the King and asked, “What do you need me here for?”

The king exhaled and states, “I need you to assist my son’s health. The young Prince Baelon”.

“Baelon? After your father?”he asked, as if to mock. Viserys seems to seethed at his tone but dismiss it, for it is unimportant to the matters at hand. “If the child were named after my brother, I assure he’d be just like him. A little puppy following its elders around”.

“Alas, it is not, Uncle Vaegon. Ever since his birth, the prince has always been struggling. He is the very opposite of my father. His body is weak and every winter, he will fell ill, like a clockwork. The maesters have talked of his timely death yet I refuse to accept it for I knew he will be able to overcome this,” said Viserys, grimly.

Vaegon, huffed. “Maybe you ought to listen to your maesters. If the boy meant to die, surely nothing would stop it-”

“-Your King commands it, archmaester Vaegon,” shouts Viserys at his uncle’s face before leaving the room to Vaegon alone.

“He is Daella’s grandson. He inherits this from her,” Vaegon said.

“I will not have you speak of my grandmother like that, great-Uncle Vaegon,” states Rhaenyra, firmly. Her eyes is as if to set the archmaester into ashes, and maybe it is true, for it held no kindness in it. A determination, a frustration is what held in the pair of the violet eyes.

“Might I suggest you to refrain from riding on your dragon’s back for the time being? Need I to remind you that you are with child? Or, are you inherit your grandmother genetic of stupidity?” said Vaegon. His eyes checking Rhaenyra’s wellbeing with disapproval.

“Is there a way to talk to your great-grandchild?” asked Rhaenyra, annoyed but she doesn’t care about it anymore. The old man would not change no matter what, either way. So, it’s pretty much useless to show him his place. But, again, the archmaester was a former prince, too.

Vaegon scoffed. His hands putting ontop of each other and he looked away. Feigning disinterested. “I am merely stating my concern for the unlucky unborn child of yours,” he muttered under his breathe.

She chuckled lightly at his replies. “I hear that,”

“Maybe that is my intention,”

A small hand touched Rhaenyra’s hand and a voice makes its presence’s known,“Sister, what Uncle Vaegon said was right. You are with child. Please refrain from going to the sky. I do not wish for you and the babe got hurt,”Baelon said. His eyes fulls of worry.

Despite being only five, Baelon always tried his best to look after his older sister. The prince had seen his sister with her firstborn and it scares him to no end. He also the first one to tend Rhaenyra in her terms.

“I understand, Baelon. I’m sorry if that worries you,”

“You should be,”

Baelon adores his nephews very much, mostly Lucerys. The boy is very hyper at everything that he does and it makes him laughs so much, for everything about him is just adorable. His untamed curly hair with the colour of woods’ tree, inherit from his father, added to his adorable look. Not only that, the way he looks at the older ones are truly mesmerizing. The boy truly idolizes everyone, even Aegon.

Lucerys Strong, only five in age, truly steal everyone’s heart at the Red Keep. The maids, even the knights favours him above others. They couldn’t just say no to the boys. His big doe-eyed will drives you into guilt with no end. His warm, gentle and kind smile will make you smile as well, that even archmaester Vaegon sometimes held mirth in his eyes. Both of his grandsires, the King Viserys, and the master of laws, Lord Lyonel paraded him around when he was born.

“Grandsire, am I will forever be little?” asked Lucerys. His lips pursed, his brows furrowed and a finger rest on his chin. “Will not be big like you?”

The king chuckled at his grandson. Back then, Lucerys was his youngest grandson, but then Joffrey had born a fornight ago. His title as the youngest has been taken away. The heavy, calloused palm ruffled the boy’s curls. It was soft since Rhaenyra had been religiously using oil to tame his hair, said it would be much better, though Lucerys is not a fan of it.

Viserys sat on a chair, after rearranging his figurines of the Old Valyria civilisations. He lifted the boy and sat him on his lap. His hand was around the boy and rested on his thigh. Lucerys looks up to his grandsire, waiting for the answer. “You will grow, Luke,” he smiles, “You will becomes a good man. A good son, maybe a good husband and a good father, too,” he respond.

“Will I be smart, too?”

His questions was answered with a light chuckles from the king, “You can be that, too. You can everything that you want to be, Luke”.

With that answer, a satisfied smile was brought to the boy’s face. Seeing that, the king smiles too. He then went on tickles the boy on his lap, making the boy laughs to his heart’s content, following his own laugh too. Anything regarding the courts has been forgotten.

“I named him Arrax, like the Gods of Valyria, the Fourteen Flames,” said Luke, showing a young hatchling to his grandsire. His scale is coral and pearl of colour.

“Arrax: Ruler of the Gods, God of law, order, justice, governance and strength,” said the King.

The boy nodded his head. “Like my grandsires,” he replied.

That earned a smile and a treat from the King. When Rhaenyra heard of that, she told her father not to gives her son too much sweets.

“You have to stop sleeping around the Keep. With your dragon, too. He may cause harms to the people here,” said a voice.

Little Lucerys squinting at the figures. He just woke up from his peaceful sleep after doing nothing but chasing a butterfly with his Aunt Helaena. A boy around his age, he thought of Jace, but the hair is silver coloured, so it’s not Jace. It’s one of his uncles. “I’m sleepy,” he replied, his voice is small.

The other boy sighed and takes a seat next to him, leaning on the tree. “Are you still sleepy?”

Now, he can take another closer look the master of the voice. It is his Uncle Daeron. His youngest uncle. There are book in his hand.He must have been studying before coming down to the Godswood. “Why?”

Daeron turned to him and smiles, mischievously. “Are you up for sneaking into the kitchen for a lemon cake?”

That, brought a smile. Lucerys sat up and nods. He even rises up to his feet, to show his spirit. Daeron laughs at him in joy. Later, the two sneaked successfully into the kitchen for a lemon cake and they rewarded themselves with eating it together at the Godswood.

A fortnight after Baelon’s tenth nameday, Rhaenyra made a decision to moves to Harrenhal so Harwin could take after his father in becoming Lord of Harrenhal. Baelon made her promised to visits for his nameday and even said that he would visits her the moment he could ride on his dragon’s back. Alas, Gaelithox are not big enough for him to ride, yet.

Rhaenyra and Harwin resides in the King’s Pyre Tower with baby Joffrey. Jacaerys took to stay in the Wailing Tower, said that it’s near with everything that he needs. Lucerys grown to lives in the Tower of Ghosts since it has lots of cats, and rats too, but that is not important.

Unfortunately, before Joffrey could turned one nameday in peace, Harwin and Lyonel both perished in fire in the King’s Pyre Tower. Rhaenyra and Joffrey were lucky to not be part of that since they’re residing at the Tower of Ghosts due to Lucerys’ high fever in the winter.

Baelon urged and convinced his sister to return to the Red Keep, so she could be with her family during such hard times. Not to forget young Joffrey in the count.

After Rhaenyra wedded Daemon, Viserys was not happy with the match. Baelon told his sister to stay in his castle at Dragonstone, rather than Harrenhal since it’s much nearer to the Keep. It is also a safe space for him to ride on Gaelithox back and forth.

In the year 129 AC, the Harrenhal’s succession was bought to the question. The family went to Dragonstone to reaffirm Jacaerys’ claim to the seat of a House Strong from his estranged uncle, Larys Strong, the Lord Confessor.

Rhaenyra brought the kids to meet the archmaester Vaegon after a long time. The archmaester was shocked when he saw Lucerys’, he called him Daella. The same reaction with Viserys after a long time not meeting his favourite grandson. The king called him Aemma.

“You inherit her look. Oh it pained me so,” said Vaegon. “Now, I feel as if she came back to haunt me after all misdeeds that I did to her”.

At the end, Jacaerys got the seat to House Strong and Larys was sent to exile for ten years in Myr. He will return to Harrenhall after Daeron’s fifteenth nameday. Lucerys will be follow along to Harrenhall to assist his brother in his duty. The others remain at the Red Keep to assist Viserys’ health. Until a fight between Prince Aegon, Prince Aemond, Lady Baela and Lady Rhaena brokes out. Lady Rhaena’s arms were stitched with 20 threads after the receiving a deep cut from Prince Aemond.

To unify the pair, King Viserys decided to wed the both of them when Lady Rhaena reached a marriageable age. Both Alicent and Daemon weren’t pleased by the decision but they can’t actually go against the King’s words.But, the two did went to Baelon to appease the king to cancel the betrothal. Unfortunately, Baelon won’t listen and instead, said that Aemond and Rhaena should work it out by their own. The two ladies were taken by their grandparents to resides at Driftmark for the time being.

Lucerys came to visit the Red Keep from time to time to check up on his family. “Oh, uncle, I thought you were at the Oldtown?”

Daeron chuckles. “No, I am here now. Mother decided to bring me back the fiasco with Aemond and Rhaena”.

“I heard grandsire wanted to wed them both? Is it true?”

The silver haired prince shrugged. “’Aye, in three years time. It would be chaos for sure, but it’s really not our problem, eh?”. The other nods at his statement. “Well, I heard that you’re assisting Jace in becoming the Lord of Harrenhal?”

The brunet prince smiled, “Yes, I am. It was fun cause I got to ride with Arrax lots of times”.

even if it's based on baelon, but yeah i make lucerys as the center cause he's my fav :)) at first, I was thinking of lucemond but changed to daeron x lucerys. it's random. very random. and, yes, harwin and lyonel died.

#baelon targaryen #prince lucerys #daeron the daring #daeron x lucerys #prince jacaerys #rhaenyra targaryen #king viserys #vaegon targaryen

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