#aegon's threads

[goldaegontargaryen]

Heaven is a place on earth with you: with @helaenasdreamfyres

The past six months on Dragonstone had been some of the best of Aegon’s life.  Now that Rhaenyra had officially been crowned Queen, it was like a weight he’d been unaware he’d been carrying had been lifted off his shoulders.�� He had a home with his family on Dragonstone and more often than not, he was surrounded by friends who he adored.  After taking in Jeyne Wylde and her children along with a few other people who had somehow ended up taking refuge in Dragonstone’s walls, the dreary and misty island had never felt more full of life.  

Dalton Greyjoy had also followed Aegon to Dragonstone, something that made him feel honored considering how much he knew Dalton hated the weather.  On the days where the weather cooperated, he and Dalton often went out sailing together, fighting the wind and the waves to travel wherever they wished.  Dalton made Aegon pull his own weight when they sailed, which was difficult but rewarding.  Aegon hadn’t been used to doing any kind of physical labor and whenever he returned from his trips sailing with Dalton, he would show Helaena the rope burns on his palms with a proud smile.

After a few months, Aegon had decided to have a ship of his own built.  Dalton had been speaking about sailing away from Dragonstone to get a break from the weather and Aegon felt decently confident he would be able to take short trips around Dragonstone alone.  He also wanted to have a ship of his own for Maelor and little Jack Wylde who had become inseparable best friends who both loved to sail.  Well, Jack enjoyed actually doing the work of sailing while Maelor enjoyed getting to watch the waves and spot animals from the bow, but he still wanted both boys to be able to sail with him while Dalton was away.  Once the ship was completed, Aegon hadn’t given much thought to naming it.  He had supposed the right name would come to him eventually, which had been a horrible mistake.  

When he was a toddler, Maelor had become extremely attached to a blue and gold dragon egg that he would hardly let out of his sight.  Once he’d become older and the egg still hadn’t hatched, Aegon had suggested maybe picking out a different egg or even waiting to try and claim Seasmoke or Vermithor when he was older.  Maelor had refused, insisting the egg was his dragon.  Ever since, Aegon had respected his wishes and Maelor took his adored dragon egg with him everywhere.

Aegon could only imagine it was his love for the egg and Maelor overhearing the nickname people sometimes used for Aegon that had ended up with both Maelor and Jack deciding to name his ship The Egg.  Aegon had insisted on the ship’s full name at least being The Dragon Egg, but either way, it was hardly a name that inspired terror, especially when both boys ran down to the dock chanting, “Egg!  Egg!  Egg!”

Still, Aegon loved The Egg and he enjoyed that he could sail it by himself.  Secretly, it made him proud to have something besides dragon riding he was finally actually good at.  Soon after Aegon and his family had arrived once again in King’s Landing, he’d had an idea.  Helaena hadn’t taken to sailing like he had, but it had never been only them on the boat before.  In the early days, Dalton had always been there to make sure Aegon didn’t crash them directly into the rocks around Dragonstone.  Now though, Aegon was confident he could sail him and Helaena through the relatively calm Blackwater Bay with no problem.  

Aegon glanced over to his wife, already smiling at the idea of spending the afternoon in Helaena’s company and he hoped he might impress her with his newfound skill.  He wasn’t like either Aemond and Daeron who excelled at swordplay and the other traditionally masculine activities men were supposed to be good at, but now he finally had something at least somewhat impressive that was all his own.  “Helaena?  Would you want to go sailing with me on The Egg?  Dalton and I planned a short sailing trip soon and I should probably practice beforehand.  We could pack some food and wine and have a picnic out on the deck.  I think it could be fun?”  Aegon understood if Helaena said no, but he couldn't deny that he was desperately hoping she would agree.

[godofstory]

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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

[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. 

[goldaegontargaryen]

Aegon enjoyed parties, but the kind of events that were held in the Red Keep certainly didn’t deserve that title.  Drinking excessively was frowned upon, all the singers were instructed to play quiet, respectful tunes, and all the guests were too busy projecting an aura of regalness to actually be open to having any true fun.  The only purpose to these kinds of events in Aegon’s eyes was the opportunity for the lords and ladies to mingle, gossip, and attempt to form political alliances with one another.  This often meant people endeavored to seek him out in an attempt to gain his favor, which could be tiresome.  If the person was interesting, Aegon sometimes granted it, but most people were dreadfully transparent in their attempts to manipulate him.  His reputation preceded him and many believed him to be politically inept and irresponsible, which led them to putting very little effort into hiding their intentions.  

If Aegon had a choice, he would have skipped tonight’s gathering and instead had a quiet night with his family to rest from the chaos they’d endured after their arrival to King’s Landing.  However, with his father’s failing health and the new status of his position on Dragonstone, he knew securing alliances and favor from various lords was important.  Aegon hardly intended to be a major political player, he would leave those types of decisions to Rhaenyra, but the wellbeing of his family was always at the forefront of his mind and having strong allies was important in keeping them well protected.  He could be charming when he wanted to be, and he intended to put that on full display tonight.

But his own distaste for the upcoming event didn’t come close to his wife’s clear uneasiness.  He’d watched Helaena flutter about the room, attempting to fix things that were already in perfect position and habitually checking over all the gifts she’d either made or acquired for their family members.  Aegon knew these types of events were hard for her, though he didn’t quite understand why they made her so nervous.  He knew Helaena hated being near strangers, but with her lovely smile and sweet personality, he couldn’t imagine anyone could help but feel endeared to her.  In his eyes, there was no need for her to feel nervous about impressing people.  

He approached her and took her hand, gently brushing his thumb over her knuckles in an attempt to try and soothe some of her nerves.  “Would you mind braiding my hair for tonight?  I suppose I should attempt to put forth some effort in my appearance.”  

Truly, Aegon cared little about what his hair looked like, but he knew having something to do would help distract his wife from her anxiety and allow them to talk while she worked.  He let go of her hand and moved to sit on a stool to allow Helaena an easier time reaching his hair.  “We don’t have to attend tonight.  I can always claim I have a horrible headache and insist I need your help to tend to it.”  Despite his plans, Aegon would always put Helaena and her comfort first.  

An Anxious Beginning to the Night

Part of @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood

( Starter with @goldaegontargaryen )

Greetings were said, hugs were given, love was shared. The Targaryen family was reunited. That was how things had gone once Aegon and Helaena had come to Kings Landing with their children. The heavy cloud of Viserys’ illness hanging over everyone’s heads was still there, but made lighter and bare-able by their shared bonds. Everything was pleasant, nothing could possibly go wrong, Helaena had thought to herself. That was until she unfortunately remembered it was time to prepare herself for the gathering being held this night.

Pacing around her and Aegons chambers, Helaena looked for something, anything, to do to forget the upcoming gathering. Something that would help someone, something to look at, just anything. Her outfit was already prepared, her hair done, all of the gifts she had made for her loved ones finished. There was nothing to do but wait, and waiting made her more anxious than she already was.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to see everyone, she was more than happy to talk to her family members. It was that there were more than just her family members coming, people she didn’t know. People who would look at her, stare at her, expect a response when they asked a question. Even when she’d practice talking to others by staring in the mirror and pretending her reflection was someone else, it never worked. Helaena would mess things up, become tongue tied, and embarrass herself every time.

She knew hiding behind her husband wouldn’t be an appropriate way to present herself at this event, but it was appealing nonetheless. She continued to move from place to place in the room, looking at every detail, brushing away any small amount of dust, moving any item that didn’t look quite right where it was.

She had almost forget Aegon was there with her, when she felt his presence next to her. “Oh! Husband, is there anything you need me to do for you?” She smiled big, but didn’t quite look him in the eyes. “I just finished getting ready, can I help you prepare?”

[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

[dreamedfyre-a]

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

[goldaegontargaryen]

To say that his imminent return to King’s Landing was making him nervous was an understatement.  As the days passed and the date loomed closer, Aegon’s anxiety only grew.  He had fallen into a stable routine governing on Dragonstone, but he wasn’t sure how he would fare being exposed to all the nobles of the realm who would be called to King’s Landing to witness his sister’s inevitable coronation.  The only time Aegon had felt remotely calm was when he was sufficiently distracted, so he’d thrown together a last minute going away party to celebrate his departure from Dragonstone and to keep himself from thinking about the way he was certain to make a fool of himself once he reached King's Landing.

He was drunk, which was a relief.  Aegon had many different kinds of ways of being drunk, but tonight the drink had made him feel light and happy, like none of his problems could bother him.  It was that feeling he chased every time he drank and he was relieved it had decided to visit him now when he needed it most.  He stumbled slightly as he reached out for the door of his chambers, banging his shoulder against it roughly.  He internally winced, hoping Helaena wasn’t asleep yet and opened the door as delicately as he could manage, which was not very delicately at all.  

Inside, the room was not at all as he expected.  Instead of his chambers and his wife Helaena, he was met with the shocked face of his youngest sister, Rhaenya.  Aegon’s mind spun quickly, finally coming to the conclusion that he’d gotten turned around in his drunken state.  The idea seemed terribly funny and he laughed. “Rhaenya!  How is my dearest sister?  Well besides Helaena, but she’s my wife so I don’t think it’s fair to compare you both.”  

If he had been more sober, he might have noticed the strained look on Rhaenya’s face, but instead he happily allowed his sister to lead him over to the couch in her room.  “Why not?  I’m having a delightful time right now.”  Aegon swung his legs up onto the couch, dropping his head against the arm.  “I think I’ll sleep in here,” he declared.  He didn’t feel like trying to figure out his way back to the right chambers. 

“You should have come to the party, Rhaenya.  I knocked over an ice sculpture of a dragon, though I don’t feel guilty because it was quite ugly.  The man who made it had clearly never seen a real dragon.”  Aegon could become quite chatty when he was drunk.  Usually, he found himself feeling a bit awkward and at a loss for how to speak to his younger sister, but the drink had made that awkwardness fall away as Aegon related everything that came to his mind. 

a starter for @goldaegontargaryen + @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood

“You're my brother, until the end of times. Even after that.”

It was a cold night in the castle of Dragonstone, the Princess Rhaenya sighed as she lit another candle as she wrapped herself in another blanket. Her nightgown dragging across the floor. She sat down on her bed as she lifted her little small puppy to cuddle with her. The young princess slightly shivered as she held herself close to her bed and puppy, who was now slowly falling asleep. Rhaenya held herself tightly as she watched her little spaniel sleep in her arms. It was quieter than usual… she thought, well she should never assume the castle was quiet. There possible could assume that there was a party, she didn’t know about. Although she never understood why her brother threw so many parties. It never made sense how he could get drunk, over and over again. She worried for her own brother seeing how drunk he always got. She stared her ceiling as she tried her hardest to sleep. She was so tired, but nothing could seem to get her to sleep. She was quiet as she liked the silence and had her little puppy Dreamer snoring. There was a bang outside her door… Rhaenya jumped as she reached for her dagger that inside her nightstand. The door busted open waking Dreamer who started to bark. Rhaenya put her hands over her dog’s mouth as she realized who it was.

“Aegon!” she snapped, her voice had a slight relief. She could tell he was drunk, the way that he smelled. Alongside with his stumbling around, and Rhaenya let her puppy go.

Dreamer fell asleep in the corner of the bed, as Rhaenya got up and she tightly wrapped her robe around her and linked arms with her brother to support him, to sit him down onto the couch.

“Aegon, you do know, I do not like seeing you this drunk…” she whispered, sighing as she put on an apron over her nightgown.

[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.

[banefort]

what does it all mean

[black-queen-rising]

All I Know So Far

(Closed starter for @aegontheyoungprince)

Rhaenyra had always held little patience for talk of favorite children, she was hardly known for her patience in most matters, but when it came the discussion that she held as the prime culprit for so much of the tension and pain hanging between herself and her younger siblings her impatience had long since turned into unbinding disdain. They would never be free of it, she knew the petty whispers and evergreen gossip would haunt this castle as long as there was a royal family inhabiting its walls; who did the new Queen love most? Her first born, the princess she would see him wed, or the one she gave so much of her time? Her tie to the Velaryons, the Prince who inherited her every feature save the color of her eyes, her firstborn daughter, or simply her first with the man she’d loved since he was her first?

She’s already made all those plans for Vis…She intends for Baelon to be The Hand one day…there must be some reason she waited five years after Princess Aemma. 

Rhaenyra could recite the speculations back to front and sideways, but she couldn’t allow them influence over the environment she’d created for her children off little more than the hope they’d lead easier, happier lives than her father’s children. Favorites were for objects, gowns, meals, games…things without feelings of their own. Rhaenyra would’ve given anything for something to define her life that was greater, heavier than her father’s favoritism, but she had screamed, wailed, mourned, for such an existence so desperately it had torn a wound in her throat at the tender age of sixteen. All she could do now was forbid such talk of favorite children around her own and allocate her time as best she could to seal up the gaps where it may seep in elsewhere. 

Jace and Baela’s wedding seemed almost too perfect of an opportunity to open up streams of uncertainty and insecurity, perhaps it was a testament to her philosophy’s success that few had, but Rhaenyra often worried most about the child who’d inherited her own anxious nature. “I think these will look fantastic together!” She praised the scabbard and coordinating surcoat Aegon had chosen to highlight the blade his father had gifted him for his thirteenth nameday She shifted to face her son a bit more on the chaise where they’d been looking over different garments, accents, and jewels for him to pick from for the week of wedding celebrations now only a fortnight away.

“With everything happening, with Jace and Baela, have you been thinking at all about what you might like to be doing in five or ten years time? It’s a long way off for all of us I know, and you know I wouldn’t have any issue if thinking about anything at all after the wedding feels too much right now. But perhaps you could take the opportunity to consider if you have any goals that have begun to feel more forefront or even just people you wish to ensure would remain in your life.” She offered another smile to the boy who had the name his father always wished to give his firstborn son and her own mother’s eyes before assuring, “And we both know I am hardly entitled to your thoughts, but I will always be interested in hearing them.” 

[goldaegontargaryen]

Aegon had thought he had done a good job of choosing the tavern they were currently sitting in.  It was crowded enough that he and Lucerys could blend into the crowd, but not so crowded that it would be overwhelming.  At least, that was what Aegon had thought.  Instead, he was starting to get the feeling he could have taken Lucerys to a tavern with only one other patron and he would have still be on edge.  When he had decided to invite Luce out with him, it hadn’t been something he’d thought about deeply.  He found the atmosphere of the Red Keep stifling and while he was aware the last time he had seen Lucerys that he wasn’t fond of going out, he thought that his presence by his side would help to calm him down.  

Clearly, he was wrong.  

Lucerys’s eyes were scanning the room rapidly and every loud noise seemed to unnerve him more.  “None of them are going to attack you, nephew,” Aegon promised.  “I give too much gold to the owner when I’m in town for her to let anything too deadly happen to me or one of my companions.”  Aegon knew he had been recognized the moment he walked in, but he wasn’t sure if the same could be said for Lucerys.  He supposed that relied on how often he showed his face to the public.  Considering his reactions now, Aegon had a feeling he rarely did.  

Seeing the disgusted face Lucerys made after taking a drink of ale pulled a laugh out of him, though it also made him wonder why Lucerys had agreed to come out with him tonight.  They weren’t close enough for Luce to do something uncomfortable just for Aegon’s sake, at least he didn't think they were.  His awkwardness almost reminded Aegon of Helaena and the way new environments made her nervous.  The comparison made him feel slightly more protective of his younger nephew and Aegon motioned to the woman behind the bar and ordered a goblet of Arbor Gold.  Once it arrived, Aegon pushed the cup across the table to Lucerys.  He’d seen the younger prince drink it when the family dined together, so at least he knew it was something he could tolerate.  

The use of High Valyrian slightly surprised him, but it shouldn’t have.  Almost all of his relatives were fluent or at least passably able to speak the language.  Beyond the few basic words and phrases Aemond had taught him and the dragon commands taught by the dragonkeepers, Aegon was lost when it came to the language.  His mother hadn’t known it and his father hadn’t cared to teach him.  Aegon could acknowledge his own faults in not pursuing the study himself, but still, it made him feel sad in a distant sort of way to not be able to connect to his heritage the way his nephews and cousins could.  Thankfully, Aegon knew the word Lucerys had used.  Uncle, specifically a mother’s younger brother.  That, at least, was fairly simple.  

“I always feel calmer outside of the Red Keep.  I thought it would help us talk more freely, but…I can see that might not be the case.”  Aegon took a sip of his own ale, leaning back against the wall behind him, trying to think of a way to make Lucerys more comfortable.  They could always leave, but something had made Lucerys agree and it surely wasn’t a want for Aegon’s company.  That meant he wanted to be here for some reason, even if it intimidated him.  “Are you worried about your mother’s opinion?”  Aegon hadn’t cared about that in his youth, but it had certainly been on his mind. He knew Rhaenyra and Luce specifically had a close relationship, so it seemed logical that he might be worried about his mother’s disapproval. 

Qȳbor & Trēsy: A Night Out

A Starter with @goldaegontargaryen

The tavern in Flea Bottom was a far cry from the opulent halls of the Red Keep. Flickering candles cast a dim, uneven light across the room, revealing the worn wooden tables and benches that have seen countless patrons over the years. The air was thick with the smell of cheap ale and roasted meat, mingling with the sweat of the tavern’s rough clientele. Lucerys sat uncomfortably at a table in the corner, his cloak pulled tight around him as if it could shield him from the unfamiliar surroundings. Although a tiny voice in the back of his mind reminded him that it was not like anyone would recognize him.  

Just another brown hair, brown-eyed bast-. Lucerys stopped the thought with a deeper-than-usual swig of ale. 

Lucyers had never been one for the noisy, boisterous environment of taverns. Honestly, sometimes dinner with the whole with all the Targaryen, Velaryon, and Hightower family was too much for him. He preferred the quiet solitude of his chambers, the vast expanse of the open sea, or the sky above on dragonback. Tonight, however, was different. He was here, in this crowded and bustling tavern, because his uncle, Aegon,  had insisted they meet away from the prying eyes of the court. Luce had agreed, wanting to prove to himself that he could handle such situations, that he was more than just a sheltered prince. He agreed because this was something that he would regularly avoid. He agreed because he thought his fathers would be happy to see him on such an outing and his mother would be displeased. But now, sitting in the dimly lit tavern, he couldn’t help but question his decision. 

Between the clamor of laughter and clinking of tankards, Lucerys felt out of place. He notices the curious glances from the other patrons, their eyes lingering a moment too long on him. He wondered what was catching their eyes. Is his clothing too nice? Is his decorum too noble? Luce didn’t know. He didn’t have the white hair or violet eyes that clearly marked him of noble blood, but that does not mean he was not recognized. Every look at him, followed by a hushed rush of voices, set him on edge. He knew of the numerous rumors that swirled around him, whispers about his parentage to his lack of interest in women. 

It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested in women; he just was not interested in visiting Silk Street like his uncles and his father did in his prime. He was also somewhat terrified of what his mother would do if she heard whispers of his presence in brothels. Yet he found himself almost wanting to test her anger. He had always been close to his mother, Princess Rhaenyra, heir to the Iron Throne, Hand of the King, but with her impending ascent to the throne, he felt a growing distance. His older brother Jace was her heir in turn, leaving Lucerys as little more than a spare. His title as the heir to Driftmark felt hollow, a place he barely knew compared to the familiar of King’s Landing. He loved his mother and his sibling dearly, but he was beginning to understand that his future lay outside of King’s Landing and beyond his parents and siblings. 

He took another sip of the ale and tried to hide his grimace. Luce had ordered the ale to better fit into the setting, but he preferred Arbor Golds or northern meads. 

In contrast, Aegon had always been a bit of a wild card. He was known for his unpredictable nature and love for revelry, although he mellowed in recent years since his marriage to Helaena. Aegon was the antithesis of Luce. Outgoing where he was reserved, extroverted where he was introspective. Earlier, Aegon had seemed determined to pull Lucerys out of his shell to show. It seemed that tonight Aegon wanted to show him a side of life he had always avoided. But as Lucerys sat in the corner, he found himself overwhelmed by the noise, the smells, and the scrutiny of the tavern’s patrons.  

Beside him, Aegon sat nursing a tankard of ale, his movements languid and unhurried. The lights from the candles highlighted the sharp angles of Aegon’s face, casting shadows that made him appear both regal and roguish. He seemed perfectly at ease in this setting, as if the noise and chaos of the tavern were a familiar friend.  He embodies a confidence that Lucerys envied.

Taking a deep breath, Lucerys decided it was time to break the silence, to voice the question that had been swirling in his mind since they sat down. 

“Qȳbor,” Uncle, he said hesitantly, his voice barely above the din of the tavern, “What do you truly want from me tonight? Why bring me here, away from the prying eyes of the Red Keep?”

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[goldaegontargaryen]

The Wisdom of Family: with @rideroftheredqueen

Once, Aegon’s favorite place in the world had been the Dragonpit.  He’d always felt protected from the politics of the Red Keep in its twisting tunnels and the knowledge that Sunfyre was only a short walk away did more to put him at ease than any amount of alcohol possibly could have.  After his time on Dragonstone though, he would have to say he preferred the cave Sunfyre had chosen for his home on the island.  It was consistently warm due to its proximity to the heated core of the Dragonmont and it was significantly more spacious than the den Sunfyre resided in at the Dragonpit.  Still, both Aegon and Sunfyre had grown up in the halls of the Dragonpit and being back had hit Aegon with waves of nostalgia as he stepped through the entrance, nodding in greeting to the dragonkeepers who guarded the entrance.  In his youth, Aegon had always been here, even when it had been pouring down rain outside.  The dragonkeepers had become well accustomed to his presence and had never once disclosed his location when Aegon had taken the day to hide with his dragon.  Even after all this time, some things never changed.  

As much as Aegon wished he could let go of all his concerns, he was afraid his worries would continue to weigh on his mind until he was actually in the air and finally feeling free.  His conversation with Rhaenyra had eased his worry about being blamed for her assassination attempt, but somehow new anxieties had crept in to take its place.  After his sister’s coronation, the pressure for him to continue to lead on Dragonstone would only increase.  His performance would reflect back on Rhaenyra and her decision making; she had been the one to grant him his seat.  If he failed, it could be seen as her failing too and that was the last thing Westeros needed at an already tense time.  

He was broken out of his thoughts by the sight of his Aunt Rhaenys walking towards him, though Aegon couldn’t tell if she had only just arrived or if she was leaving the Dragonpit.  To be honest, Aegon wasn’t entirely sure if aunt was the correct term, but the Targaryen family tree was so confusing that he’d chosen aunt a long time ago and had stuck with it.  He always felt a bit intimidated in Rhaenys’s presence due to the confidence and grace she naturally projected.  She couldn’t be any farther than Aegon when it came to competence and personality, but they consistently ran into each at the Dragonpit.  One trait they actually did share was their love for their dragons.  “Hello Rhaenys,” Aegon greeted, smiling slightly.  “Actually, I was hoping to speak with you if you had the time?”  

It had been a thought at the back of his mind to perhaps have a conversation with Rhaenys, but officially summoning her to his office had seemed too imposing and formal for his taste.  Perhaps a meeting here would feel more natural.  At least he would be more in his element.  “You ruled Driftmark for many years while Lord Corlys was on his voyages, correct?”

[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

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@warwaged ;; from here

Talk or no talk, her arrival was still a show of force. Daenerys entered with a small entourage, just enough guards to keep her well protected within the castle, but the rows of Unsullied outside their gates stood still with spears in their hands, making quite another statement: we are prepared for a siege if something goes awry. Her counsel had insisted. It was all she could do to appease them: most had advised against her coming in person, and not without good reasons. She’d run them all in her head, over and over. Sending an envoy would be safer. They could make a more informed decision on how to deal with this alleged Targaryen heir with a full report. Words, words, words. 

Dany was tired of tales, of reports and politics. 

She needed to see.

 Amongst the planning and scheming of men, the wisest voice had come from Missandei. We all seek kinship, the girl had said, as sage as she was innocent. The words had echoed within her bones. Would she recognize the same longing in him, if his word was true? Dany thought she’d spotted it as they stood facing each other – the lonesomeness, the aching hope that it might end. Years ago, this would have been her. Her eyes had grown cautious with time, watchful and wary… barely allowing those glimpses of hope to slip to the surface.

His greeting was warm – friendly, even. 

Almost like they had no reason to mistrust one another. Her gaze followed the path of his toward her dragons, closely inspecting the way they reacted to him. The dragons would know. Daenerys had half expected that she’d be able to discern the truth of his claim on the spot, merely by giving him a proper look, but she knew now how foolish that notion had been. She had seen men weep without a trace of sorrow in their eyes, and smile without a hint of joy.

Did she want his claim to be true?  Without an answer, Dany stepped forward, regal and confident in her stance, accepting the extending arm as though she had nothing to fear. “We are grateful for your hospitality”, she replied, all diplomacy. Then after a pause: “You took the Usurper’s home”, said Daenerys as they walked in. Her voice was neutral and matter-of-fact, neither approving nor disapproving of his choice, yet the message behind this strategic choice was far from subtle. Who else would have cause to avenge House Baratheon, save for a true Targaryen heir? Dany ensured through her tone that she understood, watching closely for how his face would react to her words – far more than whatever answer he might give.