#aegon's threads

[goldaegontargaryen]

Fear and Accusation: with @alicenthightowerrp

Barging into his mother’s chambers was a move that lacked subtly, but Aegon was desperate.  Once the shock from realizing his elder sister had been poisoned dissipated, the first thing his mind had turned to, as had many others he assumed, had been to who the perpetrator had been.  Aegon’s personal list of suspects was short and his mother’s name was at the top of the list.  He’d thought she had been acting oddly during the conversation they’d had in the Sept.  She’d been speaking of her own imminent death and had seemed evasive to some of his questions.  He had assumed it was simply his father’s death that had made her seem introspective and nervous, but it could have been something more sinister occupying her thoughts.  Hells, Aegon had even offered her wine.  Had she thought up the plan as Aegon handed over the wine goblet?

Aegon knew he did not look well.  The funeral had taken its toll on him and the stress after the poisoning had already compounded his strained emotions.  He slammed the door shut behind him, already speaking before his mother could say a word.  “Tell me it was not you.  Because if it was, nobody will believe I knew nothing of the plan.  Please mother,” Aegon practically begged.  Deep down, he didn’t truly believe his mother could have done such a thing, but he feared that was a remnant of childhood naivety, the part of himself that would forever be a small boy thinking his mother was the most perfect person in the world.  

Aegon started to pace the floors of his mother’s chambers, thoughts racing and speaking almost as quickly as they came into his head.  “If you did it, they will find out soon enough.  You were a fool not to try and poison Daemon as well.  He will tear this castle apart to find the culprit.  You’ve doomed us all.”  Aegon knew there was no mercy where Daemon was concerned.  If he believed there was even a chance Aegon had known and allowed Rhaenyra to be poisoned, the best he could hope for was to be sent to the Wall.  The reality was likely to be much less pleasant.  Gods and if Rhaenyra died?  Aegon was fairly sure the last bit of Daemon’s humanity would die with her.    Aegon resisted the urge to shudder and forced his mind away from the topic.  It would do him no good to think about right now.  

“I can get all of us out through the tunnels.  You’ll have to ride with either Helaena and I, which I know you won’t like but it’s our only option.  We’ll have to get to Dragonstone as quickly as possible.  Hells, I do not even know where all of my siblings are.”  Rhaenya was likely to be in her chambers, but Daeron and Aemond could be anywhere.  His siblings were less likely to be targets than his own family, but Aegon didn’t plan to leave them to Daemon’s mercy.  Getting their support also helped to guarantee their safety.  Between Vhagar, Dreamfyre, Tessarion, and Sunfyre they would be able to adequately defend Dragonstone until they could perhaps organize an escape attempt to Essos.  

Finally, Aegon paused to take a breath only realizing as he did so that his hands were shaking.  It was like his worst nightmare was coming true.  Even though he was far from next in line to the throne and Rhaenyra’s entire army of children stood between him and kingship, it wouldn’t matter.  Everyone would judge him guilty before he could even open his mouth and defend himself.  There was every chance that the poisoner, if it wasn’t his own mother, was someone who desired his ascension over Rhaenyra’s, which would only make things worse for him when they were caught.  Aegon’s very existence would be causing trouble as it always had.  Though anyone who knew him should have known he wasn’t guilty because Aegon would have never only poisoned Rhaenyra and left Daemon alive and well.  Anyone with a bit of sense would have attempted to assassinate them both instead of leaving Daemon alive to seek vengeance. 

[godofstory]

Jacaerys tweets, a thread💫

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[banefort]

larys torturing aegon 'for his own good' in a sadistic phantom thread-like way to exercise complete dominance over his health and recovery, but also as a means to perversely unpick his stitches and remake him in his own image. much to think about

[imsorryimlate]

[garnsdotbackup]

aegon & aemond's dynamic

1. i gave you all, mumford & sons / 2. the plagues, ralph fiennes & amick byram / 3. the family jewels, marina / 4. two birds, regina spektor / 5. cain and abel, orazio riminaldi, c.17th / 6. moses 5:34 / 7. rule #4 - fish in a birdcage, fish in a birdcage

[evagreen-stories]

Broken Bonds | Maelor x f!highborn!reader x Aemond x Aegon

Moodboard for upcoming One-Shot (dropping this weekend!)

Summary: Betrothed to Prince Aemond before the war and having fallen in love with the one-eyed prince, the young lady Celtigar’s heart would shatter into pieces as she learns of his betrayal in taking a mistress and siring a bastard with her while away at war.

Unable to cope with being forced to marry him anyway, she chooses to run away, using the chaos of war to disappear forever, or so she thought.

When fate sends her into the town of Bitterbridge one day, she finds herself caught up in the chaos of a giant riot, sheer terror overwhelming her when she spots a familiar toddler screaming amongst the greedy crowd.

Barely escaping the scuffle alive, she takes the boy in as hers, living as mother and son ever since.

The duo grows inseparable until a decade later, when an unfortunate coincidence would result in the two torn apart forever.

Word-Count: 15k

[dreamedfyre-a]

I'm eating so well today thanks to ramses..

[greenbloods]

aegon not dying in the riverlands like every targaryen man during a war is supposed to is the dark timeline. he split the timestream and now everything that came afterwards is us paying the price.

[halfyearsqueen]

in every no dance au she goes on progress the following year after her ascension when things have mostly settled down, and does go all the way to the north

[demongemz]

Aegon knew nothing but death and fire growing he’d weathered so much loss that it forever tainted his happiness and joy he was well known for never smiling or giving way to any form of entertainment simply because he didn’t believe he deserved it. This world offered him a chance to be free, to no longer be tied down to the path his family had put him on regardless if he wanted it or not. He could walk the streets without being stopped and worshiped, he didn’t have to worry about people vying for his attention as it was clear they only wished to talk to him to gain favor with the king. He had so much placed on his head and back that he feared he would crack under all the weight. His mind has been broken since he was but a child and endured the harshness and loss of his family members one by one. The sight of brown curls pulled him out of his darkening thoughts as he tried to blink back the tears he knew were threatening to fall. “Jacaerys” He mused in a soft voice from illuse. “Brother, is that you?” @furyfms

[goldaegontargaryen]

Safe Harbor: with @thedaringprince

It had taken some time, but celebrations had slowly crept their way back into the Red Keep.  There were namedays to be celebrated and many lords felt it was a blow to their egos to let the day go by uncelebrated.  Many of the events had been made smaller than usual in “concession to the Queen’s recovering health,” but that had seemed to simply mean there would be two cakes served instead of three.  In truth, once the castle had recovered from the shock of the poisoning and the other lords had decided they weren’t in harm’s way, many of the Red Keep’s daily activities had gone back to normal.  

For once, Aegon wasn’t in the mood for a party.  He didn’t want to pretend to care that some random lord was a year older or resist the urge to tell said lord another nameday simply meant he was a year closer to being dead.  But already, his absence to the returning events at the Red Keep had been noticed.  Some chalked it up to simple anxiety because of his sister’s poisoning, but others whispered it was a sign of guilt.  As baseless as the rumors were, Aegon didn’t want to continue to feed them so he forced himself to dress up and make an appearance.  

The moment he stepped into the room, however, the lights and the people seemed to make his head spin.  He did not want to be here.  He had not been feeling well.  Ever since the poisoning, he’d been carrying around the weight of unceasing stress on his shoulders that only seemed to get worse the longer the poisoner evaded capture.  Aegon didn’t feel particularly charitable to any of these people and didn’t want to spend time socializing with them.  What he wanted was to be curled up under the covers of his bed with a glass of wine close at hand to help him think and worry about nothing at all.  

Just as he was about to truly despair over his situation, he spotted Daeron across the room.  Aegon let out a sigh of relief, quickly pushing through the crowd so he could reach his brother.  “Daeron,” he said, his voice holding a tinge of desperation, uncaring that he had interrupted whatever conversation his brother had previously been having.  “I need something to drink.  Desperately.”  He quickly looped his arm through his brother’s, tugging him in a random direction with the hope that was where the refreshments table was located.

[calla-celtigar]

the missive of the prince

a dialogue within @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood, a closed starter with @goldaegontargaryen

Calla stared down at the missive lying before her desk as if it were a living creature. It could have leaped up and snapped its jaws at her, but the expression would not have changed. The words swirled on the parchment as she read them over and over. She had the pieces to solve this mystery, but not enough. She did not have enough knowledge, enough detail, enough of the man who sent it. She had stared down at the sentences when they had arrived the night earlier, but nothing had changed except for the day and the impending meeting ahead. The vague sense of apprehension remained.

Prince Aegon Targaryen loomed in her mind like a specter, not necessarily malicious, but there. Aegon and Helaena’s return to King’s Landing had certainly taken much of her time while serving Princess Rhaenyra, but Calla had not anticipated a personal invitation given the events happening around them. That, she had not predicted and that she did not like. She knew the Aegon of years ago, the prince who partied, whored, and cared not for his position besides the benefits it offered. She knew that prince from just a few interactions and the reputation he had. Those interactions had been surrounded by drink and festivity, which Calla partook but only enjoyed privately. The prince of that time enjoyed such things publicly for the entire court to witness. But this prince, the Prince of Dragonstone, differed based on all the rumors she had heard. In the days before, she doubted that Prince Aegon remembered her, but the letters on the parchment page proved her wrong. It set her on age, especially given King Viserys’s worsening condition and the tension seething through the castle. Death was not the end of power, but in fact, it's beginning. The scavengers would soon come, and some already had with their poisonous whispers.

She stared dimly at the sunset shining through her chamber's windows, a rich red spreading across the sky with a breeze that gently stroked the loosened braids upon her head. Calla wanted nothing more than to watch and fall into a restless sleep after a tiresome day, but the letter and the prince beckoned. Sparing one lingering glance at the parchment, Calla rose from her chair and left the comfort of her chambers, silent as a ghost. It was time to indulge her curiosity about what the prince had become and, more importantly, understand why he had need of her. 

The walk was not long for someone who had lived in the Keep for years, memorized so deeply that Calla remained engrossed in her thoughts. She had not told Rhaenyra about the letter, the meeting, or anything related to Aegon beyond what Rhaenyra already knew. The fact that she had not said anything wracked her mind like bloody claws. Calla did not wish to add more concern to Rhaenyra’s mind, given the stress her Princess already endured. Rhaenyra was weary of what was happening in the castle. This was an affair that Calla understood as her own, only to be spoken of after the fact. Calla practiced the upcoming words in her mind, chanting the possibilities like a septon at prayer. But Calla did not pray. She never had; she simply believed and did what one could have wished from the gods.

But the words quieted as she stood in front of the door to where Prince Aegon had called her. Calla straightened her spine as the guards opened the door before her, a servant rushing forward to lead her to the Prince. Calla wrung her hands behind her back, a cool mask of neutrality on her face, striding through the room behind the hurried pace of the servant. At last, she stood before Prince Aegon Targaryen, meeting his eyes before sweeping into a deep yet impeccable curtsy. He looked like the prince she remembered, only older.

“Prince Aegon.” Calla spoke lowly as she lifted herself to her full height, standing opposite him for the length of the room.

“While I am sure many of King’s Landing and beyond have honored your family’s return, I also offer my welcome back to the capital.” The words lingered in the air. They were not untrue in the slightest, but they both knew this was a conversation of business. Calla had answered his call, and soon, she would answer the questions the prince had of her.

[banefort]

what does it all mean

[mummer]

"sara snow" as if that could have ever been a real name. get real. That is a drag name

[black-queen-rising]

Family Line

(Closed starter for @goldaegontargaryen)

Rhaenyra stood with her hands clasped tightly behind her back, facing the stone doors that guarded the Red Keep's entrance hall as she turned the wedding ring on her left hand round and round with the thumb and forefinger of her right. Her half siblings would walk through those doors any moment, returned to their family home for the first time in the year and a half since she'd petitioned for Aegon and Helaena to be awarded Dragonstone for their seat to start a new branch of House Targaryen; the latest and strongest thread in the web the Crown Princess had been weaving in the decade since she was appointed her father's Hand to ensure neither their House nor the Realm suffered to see the ascension their King-Father had planned. An edict that had now been in place only about eight moons short of thirty years. Under fairer, happier circumstances, Rhaenyra would have liked to greet all her siblings with hugs, a show of political good faith, of course, but at it's heart a demonstration of personal sincerity she had always been far better at conveying through touch than words. It would have been a way to show her gratitude for Aegon, Helaena, and indeed their whole family's willingness to participate in her continued pursuit of of as peaceful a transition of power as any of them could hope for their Kingdom's first ruling Queen.

These are not the light hearted circumstances she'd wished for the Prince and Princess of Dragonstone's first return to court, not a wedding, a nameday, or any other celebration she'd dared to hope would greet them after leaving for the island whose magic seemed to bring a piece of her back to life all those years ago. They were here because, after ten years of surgeries and constant treatments for the King's continuously failing health, their father was well and truly dying; by all accounts faced with less than a moon to live. The whole of their House had been summoned to attend Viserys, and quickly after that became unnecessary, to attend Rhaenyra's own coronation. It's hardly the kind of occasion that calls for hugs, at least, when the man dying is the King. Some within the Court had even urged her to greet the younger royals with handcuffs, though the suggestion was quickly brushed aside as ludicrous even by her infamously short-fused husband Prince Daemon. Aegon had no wish to rule, Rhaenyra had been training for it since she was a child, and she thought...she hoped they shared an appreciation for the other's willingness to take on a role neither had been expected to shoulder at birth. Especially now all there's left to was walk this long and lonely line of mourning before they might finally live out their own lives and legacies.

Rhaenyra's finally startled out of her ring-twisting when the stone doors opened with a slam, composing her face into a small smile that supplemented an empathetic gaze before she called, "Dear brother! I'd hoped to greet you all at the gate, forgive me, I'm afraid my list of tasks has grown rather endless in these past days. How are you all faring?"

[theirmadness]

for @aeghon, with love. ♡

❝ no one sent for me, brother. i wanted to get the measure of you, in person. it is much harder to fight a faceless enemy than one you know, ❞ daenerys spoke so casually, after she and her brother had both descended from their dragons. she was, truthfully, most curious to see what aegon looked like. curiosity is what drove her to arrange this meeting, and to ride out alone on drogon. her dragon was twice the size of her brother's, and so, she saw no threat meeting him.

here he was, the usurper king, and he was no more than a boy. there was less of a difference between daenerys and aegon in age than the rightful queen, rhaenyra, but he was still so young. she could see it in his eyes. she wondered, if he looked like their father. all she has is the words of others. ❝ though i wish we met not as enemies, but as brother and sister. tell me, brother: why are you so eager to slay your own kin? ❞ she took a step forward. drogon made a discontent noise. he didn't seem to trust aegon, but he was in a mood since their arrivel in westeros. it seemed he didn't trust this land in the slightest.

daenerys looked up at her son, reaching up to brush her fingers across his scales as he lowered his great head towards her. she smiled. ❝ his name is drogon. i ride him, but i am bonded to two others. they're not far. ❞ and indeed, as she looked up, almost as if on cue, two dragons were heard screeching above them, circling ahead. ❝ i do not wish to harm you, nor any of our kin. but brother, if it comes to war, you will not win. so tell me: is it worth it? the queen might forgive you. you are a boy. there is still time for peace. for family. ❞ perhaps, she was being foolish. but, she had to try...

daenerys had spent too many years alone. a targaryen alone in the world is a terrible, terrible thing. she would not forgive herself if she did not do everything in her power to save all of her siblings' lives.