#aemon targaryen (oc) (son of viserys i and aemma)

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The sons of King Viserys I Targaryen and Queen Aemma Arryn if they had lived

This is about the six sons Aemma mentioned in the show

1. Maekar, who would have married Laena Velaryon and been the father of Baela and Rhaena, and Aemon. Baela married her cousin Magnus with whose support she became the ruling Lady of Driftmark. Born in 96 AC

2. Jaehaerys, born after Rhaenyra, Jaehaerys would have married a daughter of Vaemond Velaryon: Vaella Velaryon into a lavender marriage, and would engage in a romantic relationship with Laenor. Hand of his brother Maekar and would encourage to trade with the Bank of Braavos. His daughter Maegelle married his nephew Aemon. Jaehaerys was born at the beginning of 98 AC.

3. Daellor, he married a Celtigar maiden, and built a fortress for himself and and another one for his sister Rhaenyra, as well as studying about architecture. Daellor was born in the late 98 AC.

4. Daegor, he built a possession of jewels and helped finance the war of his uncle Daemon in the Stepstones where Daegor was knighted by Daemon, like his brother Daellor, Daegor married a maiden from House Celtigar. Born in 100 AC.

5. Aemon, named after his granduncle Aemon The Pale prince as an attempt of his parents for reconciliation with his cousin Rhaenys The Queen Who Never Was, he spent a lot of time with his granduncle Vaegon and squired for his cousin Jeyne Arryn, and married his cousin Charlotte Arryn. Born in 102 AC

6. Baelon, born in 105 and the youngest one, Baelon worshipped his sister Rhaenyra and he was the one to suggest to Maekar that Rhaenyra ought to be his Mistress of Laws in his High Council, Baelon married his niece Rhaena Targaryen.

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The Dragon's Gold

Chapter Ten

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Aerys Reyne (male oc)

Summary: Aerys Reyne, son of Naerys Targaryen, the second-born daughter of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, has been best friends with Aegon since childhood. As boys, they had been inseparable. Many said that it reminded them of the early days of King Jaehaerys reign. When the princes Aemon and Baelon were still children. Wherever one boy was, it wasn't long before the other came running behind him. That was until forbidden desires of the heart forced a wedge between them. After the death of his grandsire, King Viserys, Aerys finds himself torn between two sides: stand by his oldest friend or stand by the only mother he has ever known.

Warning: angst, mentions of Jaehaerys, child loss, grief

a/n: Aerys kinda makes a new friend. Aegon isn't used to people being nice to him. No beta, so I apologize for grammar and spelling mistakes. Also, if anyone wishes to be tagged in future updates, just let me know!

Aerys

The sound of glass shattering on the stone floor woke Aerys, forcing him to sit upright. A thin layer of sweat covered his skin, and his heart hammered away in his chest. His eyes scanned the room for potential dangers. During his search, they fell upon a woman standing beside the bathtub in his chamber. It was the maid—the one in charge of delivering his food.

“I apologize, m’lord,” she bowed her head.

Aerys nodded, watching quietly as she bent down to pick up the shards of what he assumed had once been a flagon. She was a short, large woman with dark eyes, limp brown hair, and an ample bosom. 

“I’ve prepared you a bath,” she said, dropping the shards into a brown bucket, “Though you’ll have to wait for it to cool down a bit.”

Aerys said nothing. He looked down at his hands resting on the soft wool blanket covering his lap. So, he was not going mad. Someone had covered him up. He turned his head upward, looking to the window. It appeared to be late in the afternoon. The events of last night suddenly came back to him. Unconsciously, he reached a hand up to touch his throat. He flinched; the skin of his throat was tender and sore. 

Aerys stood up, letting the blanket fall to the floor. He moved over to the new mirror in the corner of his room. It had to be replaced, as he had shattered the first one after being told of Luke’s death. He lifted his hair out of the way, observing the red marks that covered his throat. The bruising was only in the beginning stages. But if he looked hard enough, he believed he could make out the shape of Aegon’s hands. 

“Should I fetch the maester?” The maid asked timidly.

“No,” he replied, his voice hoarse.

Aerys dropped his hair, letting it cover the red marks as best as it could. He turned around, eyes focusing on the steam rising from the bath. Aerys walked forward, shedding his clothes along the way. The maid released a short gasp and quickly averted her gaze. Aerys paid her no mind, tossing his clothes to the ground. He could smell the fragrant oils that had been placed in the water.

“It’s too hot, m’lord!” The woman warned.

Aerys ignored her words, lowering himself into the scalding hot water. He did not cry out or flinch. He enjoyed the heat against his skin. It made him feel clean, pure. Though he knew he was far from it. Aerys pulled his knees to his chest, watching the steam rise around him. Something had happened, something terrible. However, he did not know what. The look in Aegon’s eyes as he had his hands wrapped around Aerys’ throat haunted him. There was anger and fury, yes, but there was something else, something more. A deep, painful look of despair, of loss. Something that Aerys was not unfamiliar with.

“What has happened?” He asked the maid.

The woman approached slowly, sitting on a stool beside the tub.

“The prince Jaehaerys has been slain,” she answered woefully.

His eyes widened, and water splashed onto the floor as he quickly turned to look at her. He stared into her eyes, desperately searching for some indication of a lie, but there was none. The woman spoke the truth.

“And Jaehaera? Helaena?” Aerys asked hurriedly. Panic filled his chest, and he found it getting increasingly difficult for him to breathe.

“They live.”

A small wave of relief washed over him. Aerys nodded, turning back around. He dropped his head to stare at the water around him. 

“How did it happen?”

“Assassins snuck into the castle. The boy was...,” she paused, her voice cracking, “beheaded in his bed.”

Aerys closed his eyes, swallowing back the bile rising in his throat. Jaehaerys is dead. Aegon’s words rang loudly in his ears. Did you have something to do with this?! Did you know?! They were words spoken in anger- in grief, but they still felt like a knife stabbing at his heart. Surely, Aegon did not believe Aerys would take part in such an egregious act. To strike down an innocent child in their bed was cowardice. It was an act that only the basest of villains would commit. 

“They say it was the Princess Rhaenyra who sent them. In retribution for her son.”

Aerys shook his head. No, he could not—would not believe that Nyra was behind this or that she had even known of it. She was a mother herself, one who had just lost a son. He could not imagine the woman would want to inflict that same pain on anyone, especially Helaena. Nyra had never been close to her siblings, but she held no ill will against them, least of all Helaena. If this was indeed an act of retribution for Luke, why go after Jaehaerys? The boy played no part in what his uncle had done. Aerys doubted the boy even knew of Luke’s existence. It is a lie. It has to be. No, someone else was responsible for this treachery. To butcher a child in their bed like some kind of animal... that was a different kind of brutality. One that Aerys could not even begin to fathom.

Tears fell from his eyes, dripping into the water. The boy's death saddened him, yes, but he worried more for the boy's parents. He worried for the boy’s mother, who would never be able to see or hold her firstborn child again. He worried for the boy’s father, who would seek revenge for the son stolen from him. He worried for the boy’s twin sister, Jaehaera, who would be forced to grow up without her other half at her side. If she even made it to adulthood, that is. War was imminent. Luke and Jaehaerys were the first to die but would not be the last. Many innocents will meet their ends, both low and high-born. 

Aerys flinched as water poured down his back, droplets trickling from his long tendrils into the bath.

“I’m sorry m’lord. I thought you would want help washing your hair.” The woman apologized, her voice quivering slightly.

“It’s fine. Continue,” Aerys sniffled, wiping his eyes.

“Yes, m’lord.” The woman whispered, continuing her work.

Aerys leaned his head back, allowing her to pour water over the top of his head. She hummed absentmindedly as she threaded her fingers through his hair. Aerys sat quietly. He closed his eyes, trying to relax. His body ached all over. No doubt the results of sleeping on the bare stone floor. His stomach clenched almost painfully and released a rather loud growl. Aerys felt the heat rising on his face.

“Will you fetch me something to eat?” He asked timorously.

The woman stopped, a small smile spread across her round face.

“Of course, m’lord.”

Aerys nodded, listening as she left the room. He waited until the door locked behind her before laying back in the tub. He took a quick breath before sinking into the water, allowing it to submerge his head completely.

–

Aerys nibbled on the bread in his hands while the maid, whose name he discovered was Wylla, brushed his hair. He also found that the woman had a fondness for talking. Aerys had only asked which region of the realm she had come from, and now he knew that she had a brother who herds goats in the Riverlands, a sister whose husband owns an inn in the Reach, and apparently, they are descendants of some long-vanished king of the First Men.

He had stayed silent as she droned on and on, only letting out the occasional hum to let her know he was still listening. It was better than being trapped alone within the confines of his mind. The skin of his neck was sore; even the slightest touch made him cringe. Wylla had said the bruise was darkening already, with slight purple hues appearing with the red.

His mind drifted to Agana. The man missed her deeply. He missed the warmth of her scales on his skin, the wind blowing through his hair as they flew through the skies, and most of all, he missed the strength she gave him, the courage she made him feel. He needed that courage now more than ever.

“Your grace,” Wylla gasped.

Aerys turned his head, watching as Wylla bowed before the dowager queen. Alicent nodded, dismissing the maid. Wylla took the hint, quickly leaving the room. A white cloak that Aerys did not recognize closed the door behind her. Leaving him alone with the dowager queen. Alicent stood a few feet away, looking as regal as ever. She stared at him, toying with the skin around her fingernails. Aerys sighed before standing, turning around so they were face to face.

“I am sorry for your loss, Lady Alicent.”

“Thank you, Aerys,” she spoke quietly, a slight quiver in her voice.

He was being sincere. The woman had just lost a grandchild. He could not imagine that was an easy pain to bear. She cleared her throat, pushing her shoulders back to appear taller.

“But my grief is not the reason I am here.”

Aerys scrunched his brows, tilting his head slightly to the side. It took only a moment before the meaning of her words dawned on him.

“How is he?”

“Angry,” she sighed, “eager for vengeance.”

“And Helaena?” He asked.

The woman froze, her eyes staring at him. He watched as they welled with tears. Her bottom lip trembled as she let out a shaky breath. The woman cleared her throat, quickly hardening her face. It saddened him to see how quickly she internalized her pain. How quickly she buried it in her heart to put on the brave face that was expected of her. 

“She’s alive.” She answered. 

The mixture of relief and sorrow in her voice was not lost on him. Helaena was alive but would now have to live with the turmoil of losing a child, her first child. She would bear that pain- that loss for the rest of her life. Would that truly be a life worth living?

“What is it that you need from me?” Aerys asked.

The woman took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling. She clasped her hands together and placed them in front of her—an array of conflicting emotions crossed over her glossy eyes. She averted her gaze, lowering her head slightly.

“He needs you,” she answered, with a slightly reluctant tone. “To offer him the solace I cannot.”

Aerys turned away from her. He leaned his head back, staring at the ceiling. His lips quivered, and his face contorted as he tried to fight back his tears. The skin of his neck grew hot as he remembered Aegon’s hands around his throat. He did not think Aegon truly meant to hurt him. It was an act done in haste while processing the death of his son. He could not blame him for it. Aerys took a deep breath, spinning back around to face the woman. She stared at him, her eyes trying to gauge his answer. He gave a simple nod.

“Ser Thorne shall escort you to the king,” she said before leaving the room.

The white cloak he did not recognize, Ser Thorne stood at the door. Aerys quickly put on his boots before walking to meet the man. He slowly stepped into the hall. His eyes searched the hall as if this were some sort of trap. Ser Thorne slammed the door shut and began walking. Aerys quickly followed. The castle was dark and quiet. Aerys noted that there were more guards than usual. Looking around in confusion, he realized Ser Thorne was leading him to his grandsire’s bedchamber. However, he quickly realized the reason for this. They crowned Aegon king. Where else would he be besides the king's apartments? Ser Thorne held up a hand, signaling Aerys to stop. 

Dread and worry crept into his mind as he realized only a wooden door kept him and Aegon separate. Ser Throne pushed open the door, standing to the side so that Aerys could pass him. Aerys nodded his head as he did so. He watched as the knight closed the door behind him. 

Heartwrenching cries pull Aerys away from his thoughts. Painful sobs and even more painful-sounding hiccups echo in the air. The sound broke his heart. He turns around, searching for Aegon. He finds the man hunched over in a chair, fiddling with his ring before the hearth. A tightness filled his chest like there was a hand squeezing his heart. Aerys was familiar with grief, but the grief of losing a child was another matter entirely. Something he had no experience with. It was something he never wanted to experience. He did not think he would be able to survive such a loss.

Lost in his grief, Aegon seemed utterly unaware of his presence. Aerys walked over to the man’s side. He raised his hand, hovering it over Aegon’s shoulder. Perhaps this was a mistake. Their last encounter was not a positive one. Would Aegon even want to see him? Would he want his comfort? Or would his presence merely anger him?

Aegon’s body jerked with each painful gasp that escaped his throat. His head hung low, concealing his face. Aerys took a deep breath, placing a firm hand on Aegon’s shoulder. He was willing to risk facing the man’s wrath. If Aegon wanted to scream at or hurt him, Aerys would let him. Whatever Aegon wanted from him, Aerys would provide it.

Alarmed, Aegon turns his head upwards to find the intruder. His eyes are red and puffy, but he still tries his best to look fierce. Perhaps he was afraid someone had come for his head next. When he realized it was none other than Aerys, his eyes softened. His face crumpled, and he burst into inconsolable tears. Aegon’s hands grabbed Aerys by the hips, pulling him closer. Aerys did not fight or cry out when Aegon’s fingers dug painfully into his skin. Aegon buried his face into Aerys’ clothed stomach, howling like a wounded animal. Aerys used one hand to thread his fingers through Aegon’s hair. The other, he used to rub the man’s back.

“My boy,” Aegon cried, “they killed my boy!”

Aerys dropped his head, closing his eyes. He bit his bottom lip to stop himself from crying. He needed to be strong for Aegon. The man needed someone to lean on now, more than ever. 

“I saw,” Aegon gasped. “I-I saw him. I h-held his little-little body,” he stammered between sobs. 

Aerys rubbed Aegon’s back, trying to soothe him. The man only cried harder. Aerys could feel his tunic clinging to his skin. The result of Aegon’s tears, though Aerys did not mind it. 

“I’m so sorry, Aegon...” Aerys whispered through tears.

Aegon shook his head. Aerys stumbled as the man suddenly pushed him away. He watched Aegon pace the room back and forth, shaking his head and muttering. 

“Aegon,” Aerys called, trying to catch his attention.

“They took his head,” Aegon whimpered. “They took his fucking head!” He shouted, grabbing a nearby goblet and throwing the glass with all his might.

Aerys flinched as the glass shattered against the wall. He watched helplessly as Aegon slumped to his knees, crying in his hands. Aerys kneeled beside him, pulling the man into his arms. Aegon buried his face in Aerys�� shoulder, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist. Aerys pressed a soft kiss to Aegon’s hair. One hand held the back of Aegon’s neck while the other rested on his back. No words were spoken as they cried and clung to each other for dear life.

Aerys felt Aegon press wet kisses to the side of his neck. He winced; the bruises on his neck pained him. Aegon pulled away, his eyes observing the bruising on Aerys’ neck.

“I hurt you,” he whimpered, his face contorting in anguish.

“Shh,” Aerys shook his head, “I’ll be fine.”

Aerys pulled him closer, resting their heads together. Aegon leaned forward, pressing their lips together. Aerys did not stop him. The kisses are rough and desperate. Aerys feels a hand run down his body, cupping his clothed cock. He pulls back, grabs the hand, and pushes it away. Aegon whimpers, trying to capture Aerys’ lip again, but Aerys shakes his head.

“Just let me hold you,” he says softly.

Aegon stills; his violet eyes are unsure, and he looks almost afraid. Aerys sits on the floor, stretching out his legs. Hesitantly, Aegon lays down, resting his head on Aerys’ lap. He flinches when Aerys lifts his hand but relaxes when he feels Aerys run his fingers through his hair, gently massaging his scalp. Aerys continues this even after Aegon falls asleep. His eyes trailed over every inch of Aegon’s face, listening to his friend's soft snores. His back ached from sitting like this, but he did not care. Whatever Aegon needed from him at that moment, he would provide it.

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The Dragon's Gold

Chapter Twelve

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Aerys Reyne (male oc)

Summary: Aerys Reyne, son of Naerys Targaryen, the second-born daughter of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, has been best friends with Aegon since childhood. As boys, they had been inseparable. Many said that it reminded them of the early days of King Jaehaerys reign. When the princes Aemon and Baelon were still children. Wherever one boy was, it wasn't long before the other came running behind him. That was until forbidden desires of the heart forced a wedge between them. After the death of his grandsire, King Viserys, Aerys finds himself torn between two sides: stand by his oldest friend or stand by the only mother he has ever known.

Warning: Ableism, violence (dragon's fighting), descriptions of burns and other injuries

A/n: I don't have much experience writing fight scenes, so I hope I did well enough here. There may also be slight medical inaccuracies, so I apologize in advance for that. As always, dialogue in italics means that the characters are speaking in high valyrian. I was just too lazy to attempt to translate it. No beta, so I apologize for any grammar and spelling mistakes.

Aerys

“Fuck you. I told you we should’ve sent our dragons. And now look what’s happened.” Aegon rants, pointing his finger at the map.

Aerys shifts uncomfortably in his seat, or Ser Criston Cole's seat. Aegon had ordered him to sit in the hand’s chair during their meeting. Aerys could feel the eyes of Aegon’s council watching his every move. He did not like it. It made him feel like some sort of exotic animal on display. For them to point and gawk at.

“Daemon, of all people, has taken Harrenhal. I give you a job, and now you just sit there. It’s your fucking castle!” Aegon yelled, singling out the Lord of Harrenhal, Larys Strong.

Aerys threw the man a pitiful glance. It was not like the master of whisperers could do much. He was here in the capital, and Harrenhal is leagues away. The man was also a cripple. Men seldom follow those they believe to be weaker than themselves. And if Daemon was there, then so was Caraxes. Aerys could not necessarily fault the men of House Strong for bending the knee. Daemon was not known for his merciful nature. 

The master of whisperers kept his head down, enduring Aegon’s wrath. He peeked his eyes up once Aegon finished.

“Well, that castle is more crippled than I am, your grace.” He replied meekly.

His jest did nothing to soothe Aegon’s anger. The man was growing restless. Being deprived of his revenge for Jaehaerys's murder only fueled the fire within him. 

“It’s like to drive Daemon to madness as he attempts to make use of it. It is beyond his faculties. It is also penniless, as I happily control all of its gold.” Lord Larys added. “So, as Harrenhal saps Daemon’s resolve, the false queen remains trapped on her island, and Ser Criston continues felling castles in the Crownlands.” 

The mention of Rhaenyra made Aerys shift uncomfortably in his seat. He dropped his head, fingers reaching for his ring, until he remembered he was no longer wearing it. A lump rose in his throat, and he felt nauseous. Perhaps it was the guilt of his betrayal slowly consuming him. Aegon turned around, returning to his seat at the end of the table. He rested his hands on the back of his chair.

“Wh–” Aegon stammered, his eyes looking around at the men of his council. “I need to be informed of these things if I am to make informed rulings. I will not be made to look a fool in front of my allies and enemies.”

He turns his eyes to Aerys, looking for support. Aerys clears his throat, sitting upright.

“Regardless of who holds the coin, the king is right,” Aerys says. “Harrenhal and the Riverlands should be of the utmost concern. From what I understand, the blacks had not acted for nearly a fortnight after the death of Rhaenyra’s son. You should have used that time to seize Harrenhal for yourselves, but” Aerys sighed, exasperated. “I suppose there’s no point in mourning over a lost opportunity.”

“We have sent Ravens to Lord Tully, but he has yet to respond,” Maester Orwyle explains.

“And with Prince Daemon now occupying Harrenhal, there is not much we can do,” Lord Tyland added.

“We could force him out,” Aerys responds.

The table is filled with disbelieving scoffs and looks of confusion.

“And how do you suppose we do that, Lord Reyne?” Lord Jasper snickers.

“We send dragons,” Aerys answers.

“Prince Daemon has a dragon of his own-”

“He has one, Lord Tyland,” Aerys interrupted the master of coin.

The room goes quiet as they wait for Aerys to finish.

“Aemond and I will take our dragons and root him out.”

“You intend to challenge him? The blacks already outnumber us when it comes to dragons. If you or gods forbid Prince Aemond were to fall in battle, we may as well wave the white flag now.”

“Daemon will not fight us, Lord Jasper,” Aerys sighed. “If it were me or Aemond alone, he would certainly take up the challenge. But with the two of us together, he will flee. Daemon may be rash and impulsive, but he will not rush into a battle he does not think he could win.”

“And if you successfully chase him out, what will you do then?” Lord Jasper asked. “Ser Criston has already taken most of the fighting men here. Even if we take the castle, we do not have the men to hold it.”

“I will stay behind with Agana and treat with the rivermen myself,” Aerys explains. “Lord Tully has yet to declare for the blacks. Perhaps we could offer him something.”

“And what do you have in mind, Lord Reyne?” Lord Tyland asked. “As Maester Orwyle has already stated, the man refuses to respond.”

“A marriage pact.”

“He does have a daughter who has just come of martial age,” Maester Orwyle nods.

“And who do you suggest we betrothed the girl to, Lord Reyne? You?” Lord Jasper asked.

“No,” Aerys and Aegon say in unison.

An uncomfortable silence filled the air. Aerys cleared his throat.

“No, Lord Jasper. Not me.” Aerys shook his head. “The king has another brother in Oldtown. Daeron has just come of martial age as well. I propose we betroth them.”

“You think Lord Tully will marry his only daughter to a third son?”

“Third son or not, Daeron is a dragon rider. His children will be as well. Tell me, Lord Jasper, do you know many lords who would reject having a dragon on their side?”

Ironrod remains silent, lowering his head.

“Harrenhal must wait,” Aemond interjected.

Aerys closed his eyes, praying that the gods would smite the one-eyed coward where he sat. 

“Ser Criston is marching on Rook’s Rest.”

Aerys let out a quiet sigh. Once again, his prayers went unanswered. He kept his eyes on the table, refusing to even look at the man. Aerys knew he would have to face the man, but he was not prepared to do it so soon. 

“Rook’s Re- A pathetic prize. I gave no such command-”

“The castle is small,” Aemond interrupted once more. 

He stood for his seat, marching over to the board. 

“Weakly defended, and Lord Staunton sat on Rhaenyra’s council. After Cole smashes it, we’ll have Dragonstone effectively cut off by land. This war will not be won with dragons alone but with dragons flying behind armies of men.”

“No!” Aegon protested. “Have him turn about. I want Harrenhal back!”

Aegon marched to the board, his finger angrily tapping against Harrenhal on the map. Aemond ignored him, turning away.

“Cole is already preparing his attack,” he explained, returning to his seat.

Aegon turned his head to Aerys, and the two shared a look of confusion. 

“Uh, how-how do you know of this?” Aegon stammered, furrowing his brows. 

“He sent word to me,” Aemond answered as if it were obvious.

“To you? The two of you have been plotting... without my authority?” Aegon’s voice hardened.

Aemond sighed, “You had more pressing matters to attend to. Such as holding court, choosing your sobriquet, naming imbecilic lickspittles to our Kingsgaurd, and hosting private meetings with your... childhood companion.”

“Tread carefully,” Aerys warned with a scathing glower. “You may be his brother, but he is your king.”

Aerys balled his hands into tight fists. His nails dug painfully into his palms. He would not be surprised if they had pierced through his skin. Aemond stared at him. That vexing, never-fading smirk sat on his lips. But there was something in his gaze, something Aerys couldn’t quite place. Was it arrogance or shame? Aerys would spit on him if he could. He hoped the monster felt guilty. His actions above Shipbreaker Bay directly led to the murder of Jaehaerys. Aerys hoped that guilt would haunt him.

“Mm,” Aemond hummed, looking away.

Aerys continued to scowl at the man until he felt someone kick his foot. He turned his attention back to Aegon. The man shot him a warning look. Aerys gave him a slight nod, silently apologizing for his outburst.

“Do you have a wiser strategy, my king?” Aemond asked. “If so, you should voice it to your council. We all await your answer.”

There is a short pause as the council awaits the king's response. All eyes turn towards the monarch.

“I can have to...” Aegon's lip twitched as he gathered his thoughts. “War?”

He turned his head to Aerys, looking for validation. Aerys gave him a tight-lipped smile, not wanting to humiliate him further. An awkward tension enveloped the room.

“Harrenhal is a useful morass,” Aemond spoke to the council. “It will keep Daemon well-occupied while we strengthen our host and weaken Rhaenyra’s support on the mainland. We will deal with it in the Riverlands in time.”

Aegon sighed, sinking into his chair, defeated. 

“But right now. Rook’s Rest is an easy target and a worthy effort. Don’t you agree, my king?”

Aegon said nothing. His eyes flickered at the men sitting at the table. It was clear that he felt cast aside. And in that, he was right. They had disregarded everything he had said in favor of Aemond and Ser Criston’s plot. Aegon gave a begrudging nod, agreeing with Aemond. Not that he had much choice. 

Aerys looked at Aegon with concern, fighting the urge to reach out to him. Aegon gave him a slight nod before lowering his head. Aerys sighed, turning his head to stare at the wall behind Ser Jasper’s head, wishing for this meeting to be adjourned.

-

Aerys’ body was sore from sitting in the hand’s chair. The small council meeting had taken most of the day before Aegon abruptly left after declaring how bored he was. Aerys himself had left not long after. Ser Thorne escorted him back to his chambers. The queen dowager still did not trust him enough to have free reign of the castle.

“You must eat more than that,” Wylla protested. “You’re growing frail.”

“I ate the bread and half the soup,” Aerys said. “Now, where is it?”

Wylla froze, her eyes darting around the room as if checking to see if someone was watching them. She hurried towards him, handing him the quill, ink, and scroll she had stored in her pockets.

“Thank you, Wylla,” he smiled. “Here,” he said, tossing her a large black purse. “As a token of my gratitude.”

She frowned, peeking into the bag. Wylla gasped, trying to return it. “This is far more than we agreed on. I cannot take it.”

Aerys waved his hand, pushing her away. “You must. I have put you at great risk by involving you in my scheme. Keep the coin. It is the least I can do.”

Her lip wobbled as she nodded her head in agreement. “Who are you writing?” She asked.

“Rhaenyra,” Aerys answered truthfully.

She gasped, “They could have your head for this!”

“I need- I need to know the truth,” Aerys stammered. Dipping the quill in ink. “I need to know if she was behind the murder of Jaehaerys.”

“Oh gods,” Wylla sighed. “And if she denies it, then what? You’ve already aligned yourself with the king. You said you are his friend. He depends on you!”

Aerys ignored her.

“Will you betray him?” She asked suddenly.

The question startled him. His head snapped towards her.

“No,” Aery hissed.

“I just,” he sighed. “I need to know Wylla.”

“This is a mistake,” she reproached. “If they find out you’re sending messages to Rhaenyra without their permission, they will have your head!"

Aerys sighed, “I know.”

“You’re a fool,” She shook her head disapprovingly. 

“I know that too,” he said with a tight-lipped smile.

“Make it quick.” She replied. “My friend at the fishing port will not wait long. We must hurry if you wish for him to deliver it.”

He nodded, quickly putting quill to paper. 

Dear Rhaenyra, I hope this letter finds you well. I wish to express my sincerest condolences for Luke's passing. You have my deepest sympathies. I am sure by now you’ve heard that I have aligned myself with Aegon. It is true. I am sorry. I owe you a great debt for everything you have done for me all these years. I had hoped that one day I would be able to find a way to repay you, and yet it seems I have done the exact opposite. But that is not why I write this letter. Aegon has accused you of having a hand in the death of his son. I do not wish to believe you could be responsible for such savagery. I need to know-

Wylla cleared her throat loudly, nudging her hip against the table. 

“What are you-” Aerys gasped as the ink spilled across the table.

Wylla snatched the scroll, hiding it away in her bosom.

The doors of his chamber opened before he could react. Lady Alicent entered, her eyes searching every corner of the room. Her panicked expression made his stomach churn.

“What’s happened?” He asked.

She walked towards the table, resting her hands against the wood. She hung her head, releasing a shuddered sigh.

“Aegon is gone.”

His brows furrowed in confusion, “Gone where?”

“Rook’s Rest, no doubt.” 

“Rook’s rest? The fool is going to get himself killed!” Aerys fumed.

Alicent kept her head down, not saying anything.

“You must let me go after him,” he demanded.

Her head snapped towards him, her eyes wide. “No- no, absolutely not.”

“You must!” Aerys insisted.

“No, I cannot.” The queen dowager shook her head.

“I have to bring him back!” Aerys contested. “Dragonstone is just across the bay! Lord Staunton sits on Rhaenyra’s council! What if she sends one of her dragons to defend his land?”

“Aegon has Sunfyre with him.”

“Sunfyre is small, with no more battle experience than his rider!” Aerys cried out. 

“I do not trust you!” She hissed, gesturing to the quill and ink on the table. “How do I know you will not flee to Dragonstone the second I let you go?”

Aerys marched forward, taking her roughly by the arms.

“You have just lost your grandson. Are you so eager to lose a son as well?!”

His chest heaved wildly as his heart thumped in his chest. The woman’s eyes widened, filled with fear.

Aerys sighed, dropping his hands to his side. “I’m sorry,” he choked.

He lowered his head, his eyes burning with tears. His lips trembled, and his face contorted into anguish. Would Aegon die? Would he lose him so soon?

“Go,” she whispered.

Shocked, he lifted his head to face her. A small fire of hope kindled in his heart. He nodded his head. Aerys ran over to the chest at the bottom of his bed. He rummaged through his things, tossing everything onto the floor until he found a pair of riding gloves. He shoved them into his pocket as he sprinted out of the room. He did not slow down for a second, not paying any mind to the people he knocked out of the way. 

When Aerys reached the outer yard, he grabbed the nearest horse. Pushing some lord, he could not be bothered to remember out of the way. The man cursed at him as he rode away.

He made it to the dragon pit in record time. Aerys hopped off of the horse before it even had time to stop. He stumbled but carried on. 

Aerys pushed the doors of the dragon pit open. He ignored the dragon keepers, who shouted after him as he ran towards the man-made caves where the dragons were kept. The roars of a restless Agana soon drowned out their voices. He could hear the loud thuds as she rammed her head against the giant gate, trying to reach him.

“I am here, my dragon!”

Agana whined, trying to snake her head past the bars.

“Open the gate,” he ordered.

The dragon's keepers looked at one another, unsure what to do.

“Open the fucking gate!” He commanded.

Agana bared her teeth, letting out a low growl. The men did not waste another second. Aerys slipped under the gate, not waiting for it to rise fully. Agana cooed, pressing her head against his chest. 

“I’ve missed you too,”  he whispered.

Aerys leaned his head down to press it against hers. He could not fight the tears that escaped his eyes. He had missed her dearly. Being away from her was the worst pain imaginable. 

“We must go,”  he sniffled, pulling back to meet her eyes.

He ran his hand across her neck as he walked to her side. Agana lowered her body to the ground. Aerys pulled on his riding gloves. His fingers curled around the ropes attached to her saddle. He quickly made the climb, as he had done a thousand times before. Aerys hoisted his leg over the saddle, settling in. He rubbed a gloved hand over Agana’s silver scales. 

“Sōvēs, Agana!”

-

Aerys’ hands gripped tightly onto the handlebars of his saddle. The dread in his heart grew as his eyes found no trace of Sunfyre’s golden scales. The wind blew hard against his face as Agana soared through the sky. He was unsure of how long Aegon had been gone. Would he reach him in time? Was he already too late?

Agana called to Aerys, alerting him to some potential danger. Aerys stayed silent, listening. From the distance, he could make out the faint sound of a dragon’s roar.

“Follow it, Agana!”

She shrieked, obeying his command. Agana charged forward, moving even faster now that she had a clear grasp on her target. Aerys squinted his eyes. In the distance, he could make out brilliant flashes of red and gold. Icy fire coursed through his veins, igniting his skin in a rush of cold flames. His entire body was shaking as fear seeped into his bones. Rhaenys was here? Had they sent her alone? Was Baela or Jace here as well?

Agana hissed as a giant burst of dragon flame lit up the sky.

“Halt!” Aerys called.

Agana followed his command. Her wings flapped loudly as they hovered in the air, watching Meleys attack Sunfyre from below. 

Aerys’ heart hammered in his chest.

This would be his only chance for freedom. He could turn away and fly to Dragonstone, grovel at Rhaenyra’s feet, and beg for her forgiveness. He still held onto hope that she would take him back. Aerys was her nephew—the last living memory of her sister. Rhaenyra had opened her heart to him and raised him alongside her children. He owed her a debt that could never be repaid. Could he turn his back on her now when she needed him most?

Then Aegon’s voice echoed in his mind, his words repeating over and over again.

“You’ll never choose me. You never have.”

Aerys closed his eyes as the many shared memories of his and Aegon’s youth flooded his mind. He remembered the many nights Aegon stayed awake with him, distracting him from his misery. The many hours of boredom that Aegon endured so that Aerys would not have to sit in the library alone. Aerys thought of the many times he held Aegon as he cried. He had to comfort him often when the boy’s mother was too harsh on him. Or when his father’s lack of endearment became too much for him to bear.

Aegon was his friend, his very first friend. Time had driven them apart, but that love Aerys held for him had never faded. If anything, the distance had only made it grow stronger.

Sunfyre’s cries of pain echoed in the air, forcing Aerys back into the present. His eyes widened, and he watched in horror as the golden dragon fell from the sky. 

Sunfrye screeched in pain. He flapped his wings, desperately trying to regain flight. The dragon was able to spin around, catching himself before he crashed to the ground. Sunfyre shrieked as he flapped his wings, ascending higher in the sky, trying to reach them. Meleys circled, heading straight for him.

Now was the time. The choice Aerys made now would set him on a path he could never return from. If he turned away, he would be leaving Aegon to die. Sunfyre stood no chance against the fierce Red Queen. But if he stayed, he would have no choice but to face the Red Queen and her rider himself. His heart ached at the thought of sending Agana into battle. 

Princess Rhaenys was no great friend of his, but he was close to the woman’s granddaughters. In those years on Dragonstone, he had come to see the girls as his sisters. If Agana and Sunfyre fought together, there was a chance they could overpower Melyes and her rider. Yet the thought of doing so made him feel ill. There was no one more accursed than the kinslayer.

A deep grumble formed in Agana’s throat. Aerys reached a hand back, strapping himself into his saddle. His fingers curled tight around the handlebars as he gave the command.

“Angōs, Agana!”

The silver dragon turned her head to him, looking him in the eyes. The look of confused sadness she gave him filled his heart with great sorrow. He rubbed a gloved hand over the scales on her back.

Sunfyre let out a loud coo, calling to her. Agana turned her head, watching him struggle to reach them. She let out a doleful cry but obeyed.

Agana charged forward, ramming her head into Meleys’, using her horns to drive the red queen away from Sunfyre. The two dragons of silver and red danced in the air, biting and clawing at one another. Agana latched onto the side of Meleys’ neck, trying to bite down as hard as she could. The red queen shrieked; she rounded her neck as best as possible, trying to lunge at Aerys, who tried desperately to avoid her teeth. 

Agana lifted her wing, trying to shield him. Meleys wasted no time, digging her claws into the silver dragon’s underbelly, but Agana’s jaw only tightened. 

The red queen roared, snapping her jaws at Aerys once more. She managed to sink her teeth into the muscle of Agana’s arm. The silver dragon finally released her neck and pulled back with a hiss. Meleys used this time to dig her claws into the side of Agana’s face. The silver dragon shrieked in pain, and they began falling.

The red queen pulled away, chasing after Sunfrye once again. Aerys tried to command Agana to fly, but the silver dragon shrieked in agony. Aerys could see the blood spurting from her face, but he could not see the full extent of her injury. He turned his head, watching as they began plummeting down to the ground. The man pulled one of his gloves off, rubbing his bare palm over the scales of her back. Come on, he whispered in his mind. Fly. You have to fly. 

He repeated the words in his head over and over again. The world seemed to slow down to the point where he could feel his pulse thrumming in his veins. His hands shook, but not with fear. Aerys grabbed the reins, pulling them with all the strength he could muster.

Just as they were about to hit the ground, Agana pulled up and flapped her wings. They hovered just a few inches off the ground as Agana tried to overcome her pain.

Sunfyre’s screeches and Melyes' growls rang loudly above them. They both raised their heads, watching Melyes catch Sunfyre by the wing. Agana growled, giving chase. Sunfyre cried and clawed, trying to wriggle free from the red queen's grasp. Agana rushed forward. She tried to aim for the red queen’s rider, but Aerys pulled at the reins, steering her away.

He could not do it. He did not wish to bear the burden of being a kinslayer. The gods had cursed him enough as it is. They just needed to get Melyes’ attention on them and buy Sunfyre enough time to get away.

The two of them circled back around. Agana growled and sunk her teeth into one of the red queen’s legs, trying to pull her away, but to no avail. Sunfyre lunged at Meleys’ head, ripping off one of her many horns. The red queen screeched but refused to let go. She kicked her other leg at Agana, trying to fend her off while still holding Sunfyre. Agana’s teeth chomped down, and she shook her head wildly as if trying to tear Meley’s leg off her body. 

Suddenly, she stopped. Agana snapped her head to the side, and a low, guttural growl emitted from her throat. Aerys barely had time to turn his head before coming face to face with a giant ball of fire.

Agana pulled up, but not fast enough. Aerys howled in agony as the unbearable heat of the dragon flame bit into the right side of his body. The putrid smell of burning flesh overwhelmed his senses. His eyes burned from the smoke, and he struggled to breathe. He could feel them climbing higher as Agana tried to get him out of harm's way. 

The nightmarish screams of Sunfyre filled the air. Aerys wiped his eyes, trying to clear his vision. He watched, paralyzed by fear, as the golden dragon fell from the sky. Agana did not hesitate. She dived down, flapping her wings as hard as she could, trying to reach Sunfrye before he could plummet to the ground. But they were too late. Sunfyre crashed into the trees with a large burst of flames. 

Agana and Aerys both roared in anguish.

They stopped, hovering above the trees. Aerys stretched his neck as far as he could, trying desperately to find some sign- any sign of Aegon. There was none. 

No! He cannot be dead. He can't be. 

A terrible, sickening dread washed over him. Aerys heart was thudding in the back of his throat. Something inside him wrenched and soared. This could not be the end. Not now, not yet. It was too soon.

“No,” He whispered. “Land, Agana!” 

Agana flapped her wings, easing herself to the ground. Aerys hastily unstrapped himself from the saddle. He slid down the side of her body. The shock of his landing caused him to stumble, but he was able to keep from falling. 

Agana let out a whining, breathing-like noise. She turned her neck, pressing her head against his shoulder as if trying to nurse his wounds. Aerys winced as he looked upon his wounds. There were small patches of slightly charred flesh here and there. The red, black, and yellow burns covered his right shoulder and extended down to his elbow. But there was no pain. The entire area just felt numb, though he knew the pain would surely come later.

Agana pulled away. Aerys could see her face now. Giant, jagged claw marks ran across the left side of her face, and there was a gaping hole where her eye once sat. The damage done to her underbelly was not as severe as he thought it would be, thank the gods.

A lump had formed in his throat. The corner of his lips pulled down, shaking as he tried to stop the overwhelming emotions that threatened to consume him.

“I’m sorry,” he cried. “I’m so sorry.”

The silver dragon trilled, carefully nuzzling the tip of her snout against his stomach.

“You did well,” he praised, caressing her face. “Thank you.”

He pulled away, moving around her. Aerys found Sunfyre curled up on his side, grumbling in pain. He approached slowly, not wanting to frighten him. The golden dragon did not seem to care for his efforts.

Sunfrye growled, baring his teeth, but the dragon could not raise his head. Aerys held his left hand up in surrender.

“I’m here to help him.”

The golden dragon snarled at him.

“Please,” he pleaded.

Agana crawled behind the wounded dragon, resting her head against his own. She released a loud hum from her chest, almost like a pur. The sound seemed to calm him. His growling ceased, and he retracted his teeth. Aerys approached him, carefully climbing over the dragon's tail. Sunfyre had curled himself around Aegon, still trying his best to defend his rider. 

Aerys gasped when he saw the state of Aegon—his body, battered and burned. Aerys inched closer. His knees wobbled, and his terror mounted with every step. Aegon was lying still on his back. His violet eyes were hidden behind closed eyelids. 

Aerys fell to his knees, his eyes trailing over the man’s wounds. His stomach clenched, dread twisted in his gut.

“Aegon?” He called, his voice thick with fear.

But Aegon did not move, and he did not make a sound. The armor he wore seemed to have melted into his flesh. 

Agana growled, raising her head. Aerys snapped his head to the side, watching Aemond march towards them, wielding Blackfyre. There was something in the man’s gaze, something dark. He was uncertain as to what the man’s intentions were. Aerys did his best to shield Aegon’s body with his own despite his injured shoulder. He was not afraid of him. Aemond would be a fool if he tried to harm either one of them in the presence of their dragons.

As he approached, Agana snarled at the man. Aemond’s eye flickered up to Agana before looking back to Aerys. Just as he raised the blade, a voice called out.

It was Ser Criston. Aerys shot Aemond one last glare. He turned around, focusing his attention back on Aegon. 

“I choose you, Aegon,” Aerys whispered, his bottom lip trembling. “I choose you.”

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The Dragon's Gold

Chapter One

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Aerys Reyne (male oc)

Summary: Aerys Reyne, son of Naerys Targaryen, the second-born daughter of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, has been best friends with Aegon since childhood. As boys, they had been inseparable. Many said that it reminded them of the early days of King Jaehaerys reign. When the princes Aemon and Baelon were still children. Wherever one boy was, it wasn't long before the other came running behind him. That was until forbidden desires of the heart forced a wedge between them. After the death of his grandsire, King Viserys, Aerys finds himself torn between two sides: stand by his oldest friend or stand by the only mother he has ever known.

Words: 7385

a/n: Dialogue in italics means that the characters are speaking in high valyrian. I was just too lazy to attempt to translate it. Though, there may be some high valyrian thrown in here and there. No beta, so I apologize for any or all grammar and spelling mistakes.

Aerys

Aerys sat on the dirt, sketching in the large leather-bound book sitting across his knees. Agana lay before him, resting her head on the dirt. The sun reflected beautifully off of her aquamarine and silver scales. Aerys’s eyes shifted quickly back and forth from the dragon to the book. The sound of laughter alerted the she-dragon and her rider. Agana let out a low rumble as she stretched her neck up. 

“Don’t worry Agana. We’re done for today,” Aerys smiled as he stood.

He ran his fingers over the dragon's scaled neck. She let out what sounded like a purr as she relaxed under his touch. Her emerald green eyes stared at him as he pulled away. She lowered her neck to nuzzle her head against his chest. Aerys laughed as he patted her muzzle. 

“I’m sorry, I have to go. We’ll go for a ride later,” he smiled.

He stepped back and picked up the brown leather bag on the dirt. He lifted the strap of his head to let it sit on his shoulder. Aerys rubbed Agana’s muzzle one last time before he called out to the dragon keepers. Aerys waved his hand until he lost sight of the dragon. It pained him to leave her chained up in this place, but he had no other choice. His grandfather, King Viserys, had told him the chains were mandatory. 

“Make sure she gets a good meal, please. I’ll return later on today. It’s been a few days since she’s gotten to spread her wings,” Aerys said as he walked with the dragon keepers. 

“Of course, Lord Reyne.” The dragon keepers bowed their heads.

The familiar sound of laughter caught Aerys’s attention. He followed the sound until he reached the two brown-haired boys. His younger cousins, Jace and Luke. Luke noticed him first and immediately ran to his side. The boy was jumping up and down in excitement.

“Mother is having the baby! We’ve picked an egg for them!” He exclaimed as he took hold of Aerys’s hand.

The older boy allowed himself to be pulled along. Aerys could feel the heat from the warming chamber without it even being opened. Ser Harwin was standing beside Jace, with an absentminded smile on his face as he watched the boy look at the large bronze-scaled egg sitting in the warming chamber.

“Jace, let me pick it on my own!” Luke smiled.

“You did good, Luke. I’m sure your mother will love it.” Aerys smiled as he patted Luke’s head. 

“Alright boys,” Ser Harwin interrupted, “You should get that egg to the castle.”

“Will you come with us?” Luke asked as he ran to cling to the gold cloak. Harwin had a look of uncertainty on his face.

“That would be safest,” Aerys shrugged. “It’s not every day an egg leaves the dragon pit right?”

Harwin stared at the older boy for a moment before he nodded. Aerys was no fool. He understood why the man cared so much for the two boys. He had heard the whispers that spread through the castle like wildfire. Ser Harwin also did not do a great job of hiding his fondness for Aunt Rhaenyra’s children. However, it was mostly the boy’s colors that gave it away, brown hair, brown eyes, and pale skin. Whatever Velaryon blood they had in their veins was quite. . . distant.

Bastards, people whispered. The first time Aerys had heard that, he threatened to feed the little pompous Frey boy to Agana. Who the boy’s father was did not matter to Aerys. The boys were still his family, his blood. They had dragons. If that did not prove they were true Targaryens , Aerys did not know what would. 

The boys made their way back to the Red Keep. They were escorted by Ser Harwin, a few gold cloaks, and Ser Lorent. Ser Lorent was the sworn shield of Aunt Rhaenyra. Luke was practically bouncing up and down the entire trip. He was excited to meet the newest edition of the family. He couldn’t decide which he wanted more, a brother or sister. He then began ranting about the pros and cons of both. Aerys sat quietly, simply listening to the little boy ramble. The boy thought of his brother, Robb, the current Lord of Castamere and head of House Reyne. Robb was his half-brother, born five years before him. He wondered if he had been as excited about his birth as Luke was about his new sibling. 

Aerys hoped the babe would not cause his aunt too much trouble. He understood how dangerous the birthing bed could be. His mother had nearly died giving birth to him. Aerys had wished to remain at her side, but it would not be appropriate. So he had decided to spend the day with Agana, to keep himself distracted.

The castle seemed to be even more crowded than usual. Though the crowd moved to clear a path as the boys made their way through. Aerys went first, allowing the boys to follow behind him. The group made their way to Nyra's apartments easily enough. Nyra had yet to return to her chambers, so Aerys decided to return to his bedchamber to clean himself up. 

He had to promise Luke he would return as soon as the baby was here before the boy let him go. Ser Lorent had offered to accompany him but Aerys refused. Aerys quietly walked down to his chambers. A few maids giggled and whispered amongst themselves as they watched him pass by. He smiled politely and nodded.

“I’ll never understand why they flock to you.”

Aerys flinched and turned his head. Aegon was standing on his right side, with a childish pout on his face.

“Maybe if you showed them a little more respect they’d do the same to you,” Aerys sighed.

“Respect? They’re servants. They respect me.” Aegon scoffed.

“I’m sure they do,” Aerys hummed.

Aerys sped up his pace to get away from the boy. Though Aegon was quick to follow. Aerys felt a twinge of nervousness as Aegon walked closer to him. This time their arms pressed side to side, their fingers brushed against each other as they walked. Aerys had thought of stepping away but he could not bring himself to do it. 

“What’s the matter with you? Are you ill?” Aegon asked suddenly.

“What do you mean?” Aerys scrunched his face in confusion.

“Your face is red, and your hair is starting to stick to your forehead.” 

Aerys wiped his forehead with his sleeve. “It’s nothing, I'm just worried about Nyra.”

Aegon hummed, “Yes, I heard her labors had started. Mother said she would be shocked if the child wasn’t another bast- boy.”

Aerys shot the older boy a glare, his hands clenched into fists. He picked up his pace, ignoring the Targaryen prince’s pleas to slow down. Aerys finally made it to the thick oak and iron door that shielded his bedchamber. He opened the door just enough to slip through. The young man quickly moved around the door to push it close, unfortunately, he wasn’t fast enough. Aegon slammed his hand against the door to stop it. Aerys sighed and simply walked to the small desk sitting beside his bed. 

He dropped his bag onto the desk and took his seat. He ran his hand through his hair before dragging it down his face. He hadn’t gotten much sleep lately. The young man had known for days that Nyra was nearing the end of her pregnancy. Once again his worries began to overwhelm him. Surely she would be alright, this was her third child after all. Nyra had told him she had little to no trouble with Jace or Luke. So she expected this delivery to go smoothly enough. She had her handmaids and midwives to attend to her. Women who have much experience with delivering children.

“I’m sorry,” the prince apologized.

Aerys jumped slightly as he felt Aegon’s breath against his neck. He hadn’t heard the boy pull up a chair. He had been so caught up in his worries again. Aegon sat behind him, resting his head on Aerys’s shoulder. He could hear Aegon tapping his fingers against the chair, a nervous habit of his.

“I know, it’s just, you know how I feel about that. It’s bad enough they’ll have to deal with the realm whispering about them for the rest of their lives. They don’t need it from their family as well. Especially from you, they look up to you. It would crush them to hear it from you.”

“I know, it’s not their fault. I won’t say it again,” Aegon quickly sat up straight.

Aerys turned his head to see what he was doing. The older boy stood upright. He held his hand over his heart, a look of deep seriousness taking over his face.

“I swear it on my life.”

Aerys rolled his eyes but found himself laughing at the gesture. He lowered his head, not wanting to give Aegon the satisfaction of seeing him lose his composure. Aegon began laughing along with him. Aerys cleared his throat.

“How did it go with your mother this morning?” 

Aegon huffed and shuffled over to the bed, letting himself fall forward. His messy hair fanned out around his head. He buried his face deeper into the blankets.

“That bad?” Aerys questioned, as he stood to his feet.

Aegon said something but it was muffled against the blanket, so Aerys could not understand it. Aerys said nothing as he joined Aegon on the bed. Though he chose to sit with his back against the wall. After a moment of silence, Aegon rolled over with a groan. He turned his head up to look at Aerys. He scooted himself up, laying his head on Aerys’s lap. Aerys’s fingers immediately found themselves gently untangling Aegon's hair. Aegon closed his eyes with a tired sigh.

“She spent the entire time lecturing me on my duties, like always. It's like she thinks I’m some kind of idiot or something.” He scoffed.

“You're her firstborn son, mothers always expect the most of their first. It’s not fair, but that's the way it works.”

“It’s not like I asked to be born first.” He snapped, moving to sit up.

Aerys watched quietly as Aegon moved to sit at the edge of the bed. A deep silence took over the room. Aerys scooted down the bed to sit beside him.

“I’m sorry. Here I am complaining about my mother when you don’t even have one. Shit, that came out wrong, sorry...” Aegon apologized, dropping his face into his hands.

“You have nothing to apologize for Aegon,” Aerys smiled and shook his head. 

Aerys was thinking of what to say next when a loud knock came from the door. He stood quickly to see who it was. It was Ser Lorent, Nyra’s sworn shield. The older man had a smile on his face as he informed Aerys that the princess had given birth to another son. And more importantly that his aunt was alright.

Aerys dismissed the knight and quickly moved to change his clothes. He didn’t want to show up covered in dirt and charcoal. He had forgotten why he had returned to his chambers in the first place. Aegon had returned to lying on his back, glaring at the ceiling.

“I have to go, I promised Luke I would return to see the baby,” Aerys said as he finished lacing his boots. 

Aegon stretched his limbs and moved to stand up. He patted his hair down.

“You want to come? I’m sure Nyra wouldn’t mind.”

“No thank you, we need to be at the dragon pit soon. Mother wants me to stay close to Aemond. Plus, I have a few other things I need to take care of.”

Aerys let out a groan. He had forgotten all about their training today. Oh well, so he would have to be a little late.

“Alright, I’ll meet you there.”

The two nodded and headed their separate ways. Aerys wondered what Aegon was up to. He thought of asking for a moment but then decided he didn’t want to know. Knowing Aegon, it probably has something to do with some new childish game of his. Aerys shook his head and quickly made his way to Nyra’s bed chamber. As he neared, he noticed a few servants cleaning up what appeared to be a trail of blood. His heart began to race as he sped up his pace, but still being careful not to get in the servant's way. Ser Lorent was standing watch over the door and quickly moved aside to allow Aerys entry.

Aerys entered the room just as Laenor was handing the baby over to Ser Harwin. He congratulated Laenor before he moved to find Nyra. She smiled as he moved to sit by her side.

“Are you alright? I saw the blood. Should we send for a maester?” He whispered urgently.

She chuckled softly and shook her head. “I am fine, Aerys. I’m exhausted, but I’ll recover.”

He nodded in understanding, but his face must have given away his concern because she placed a comforting hand on his face. 

“I will be fine, I swear. Now, what would make me feel better is knowing you accompanied the boys to the dragon pit to keep an eye on them for me. The last thing I need is for them to get into trouble. We can visit more later alright?” Her thumb gently stroked along his face.

Aerys smiled and nodded in agreement. Laenor was trying to herd the boys together, mainly Luke, who was trying desperately to get his hands on the baby. Aerys quickly moved to help, gently pushing Luke along. He rode along in the carriage with the two Velaryon boys to the dragon pit. Luke had told him the baby had been named Joffrey. Aerys thought it was an odd choice of name, but he did not mention it. Jace seemed to be a little nervous. He was still learning how to command Vermax. Aerys could remember how he felt when he had begun training with Agana. However, he had very little difficulty with her. She learned everything quickly enough. He ruffled the older Velaryon boy’s brown hair to comfort him.

Aegon and Aemond had already arrived at the dragon pit before Aerys and the boys. Dragon keepers were awaiting them by the giant doors of the dragon pit. They followed them inside to meet with the other two princes. The dragon keepers decided that Aerys would go first. He waited eagerly for Agana to appear. The light gleamed off of her beautiful silver scales as she appeared from the darkness. She had grown much larger over the past year. Agana let out a soft growl as she moved forward.

“Serve! Halt, Agana!” Aerys quickly commanded.

The dragon came to a quick stop. She lowered her neck to press her head against his chest. He had been pushed back a few steps but he was quick to regain his balance. Aerys laughed as he rubbed his hand over the side of her face. 

“Well done.”  The old dragon keeper praised.

The sound of a bleating goat caught the dragon’s attention. She watched intently as the dragon keepers chained the goat in place, but she did not move from her spot. The dragon keepers quickly moved away from the goat. Aerys waited until they were at a safe distance before he gave the command.

“Dracarys, Agana!”

Agana quickly moved closer to the goat, raising her head back high. She let out a loud screech before a blast of flame shot from her mouth, engulfing the large goat. She scarfed it down quickly. When she was done, the dragon keepers escorted her back to her nest.

Aegon was up next, with his dragon Sunfyre. Sunfyre was truly a magnificent creature. His scales shimmered like freshly polished gold. Even the two long horns on his head seemed to shimmer. Aegon's lessons had gone by as quickly as Aerys. The two older boys had nearly mastered control of their dragons.

 Finally, it was Jace’s turn, he was the last one. Luke was still too young to control Arrax, and Aemond had yet to claim a dragon. Aerys nudged Aegon’s shoulder when the older boy let out a fake yawn. The old dragon keeper nudged the Velaryon boy forward. It was important for Jace to stay in control of his emotions. If he got too afraid it would agitate the already ill-tempered Vermax. Jace jumped back when the green dragon lunged his head forward, but he was quick to command him to halt. Which earned him praise from the old dragon keeper. Jace was practically jumping with excitement as he asked if he could give Vermax the command. There was a wide smile across his face as he turned to face the group. Aegon and Aerys nodded their heads in encouragement. 

“Dracarys, Vermax!”

The room lit up as the dragon fire consumed the goat. Aerys moved to stand beside Jace. They watched as Vermax quickly began to feast upon the roasted flesh. 

“You did well.” He praised the brown-haired boy.

Aerys turned his head as Luke began to run ahead. He moved to go after him but Aegon shook his head. Aerys listened quietly as Aegon went on about Aemond not having a dragon. He knew it was a sensitive topic for the young Targaryen. Aerys could not even begin to imagine what his life would be like without Agana. It pained him to think about it. He furrowed his brows in confusion as Aegon claimed they found a dragon for him. It did not take long to understand what was going on. 

Luke appeared from the darkness with a large pig by his side. The pig had wings tied to its body. The boys began laughing and taunting Aemond. Aerys found himself letting out a laugh, though he was quick to stifle it. The three boys ran away, leaving Aemond with the so-called pink dread. Aerys moved to stand by Aemond’s side.

“Don’t listen to them, Aemond. You still have time.”

The young Targaryen boy said nothing in return. Aerys placed a hand on his shoulder before he ran off to catch up with the other boys.

-

They had quickly returned to the castle after the dragon keepers had shown up with a very disheveled-looking Aemond. Luke and Jace waved as Ser Lorent escorted them back to their mother’s apartments. Aerys tried to wave as Aegon pulled him along. The two boys walked alone down the empty hall. Aemond had been sent to the queen as soon as they reached the castle. 

“What you did to Aemond was cruel.” 

“It was harmless fun. You laughed didn’t you?” Aegon turned his head to question him.

Aerys lowered his head to hide his smile. Aegon began to laugh. 

“That’s not the point, Aegon. It was still cruel.”

The two boys returned to Aerys’s chambers. Aerys rolled his eyes as Aegon gawked at the serving girl who brought them wine. The young woman was quick to bow and leave the room. Aerys handed a cup to Aegon, who had made himself comfortable on the bed.

“You could at least take off your boots, they’re filthy.” Aerys scoffed as he kicked off his boots.

Aegon huffed and lifted his right foot. Aerys chose not to argue and simply pulled off Aegon's boots. He dropped them to the ground and climbed onto the bed. The two boys lay beside one another quietly. Aerys groaned as he stretched out his limbs. Perhaps he could slip in a quick nap before he had to train with Ser Criston. Aegon slowly crept his hand closer to Aerys’. His fingers toyed with Aerys’s hand until the boy lifted it, allowing Aegon to intertwine their fingers. He turned his head to find Aegon already watching him.

“We should go to Essos,” Aegon said.

“Essos? What would we do there?” Aerys scoffed.

“We could do whatever we want. We have dragons, the people there would treat us like kings. We’d drink the rarest wines, dine on the finest food, and have all the beautiful women we could ever want.”

“If only it were that simple. Your mother would never let you go. She’d send Ser Criston after you.” Aerys snickered as he poked at Aegon’s side. 

The Targaryen prince swatted his hand away. “I doubt that. She’d probably cry tears of joy.”

Aerys laughed at the comment, making Aegon punch him on the arm.

“You could at least disagree!”

Aegon sighed and turned his head back towards the stone ceiling. Aerys began to think of what their life in Essos would be like. The idea did not appeal to the boy very much at all. His life and his family were here in Westeros. Wine, food, and women were not so important to him that he would abandon his family.

“I’m sorry, I’m sure she would be very distraught.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Aegon grumbled. “Forget I said anything.”

There was a sadness in Aegon’s voice as he turned his head away. His grip on Aerys’ fingers lessened and he moved his hand away. Aerys did not understand why the boy was so upset so he decided it was best to move on.

“Sunfyre has grown quite a bit,” He smiled. 

The mention of Sunfyre always seemed to perk up the elder boy’s mood, but Aegon only hummed in agreement.

“Perhaps you could join me later. Agana is growing restless, she needs to stretch her wings.”

“I would have to ask my mother first. You know how she is,” Aegon sighed.

An awkward silence filled the room as the two boys stared at the ceiling. Aerys struggled to find the right thing to say. Aegon could be very difficult when he got into one of his moods.

“So, tell me more about this street of silk. How was it?” Aerys asked.

The older Targaryen boy scoffed, but a sly smirk slowly crept onto his lips.

“Was it that good?”

“Good? Gods be good Aerys, it was riveting. The people are absolutely mad. The girls are willing to do anything for a bit of coin. You will join me next time.”

“No thank you, that’s your thing. I think I’ll stick to my boring late-night reading.” Aerys shook his head.

“It was not a request. We shall go tonight.” Aegon proclaimed as he stood up triumphantly.

Aerys’ protests fell upon deaf ears as Aegon pulled on his boots, murmuring about his plans for the evening. Aerys, deciding to stop wasting his breath, moved to sit at his desk once again.

“We shall meet tonight by Balerion’s skull.”

Aegon declared as he made his way out of the room. The thick wooden door slammed loudly behind him. Aerys let out an amused sigh as he shook his head. What has he gotten himself into now, he questioned himself. Aerys grabbed a hold of his leather bag to hang it on his chair. As he lifted it into the air the strap snapped off sending his belongings tumbling onto the floor. The clink of metal caught his attention first. He was quick to scoop the ring into his hands. His eyes trailed over the bejeweled ring for any sign of damage, before unclasping the hinges on the side.

“I apologize muna,” he whispered as his finger trailed lightly over the enameled portrait within.

The young man closed the ring and slid it back onto his finger. He had forgotten to put it back on earlier. He only took it off because it was a bit difficult to sketch with it on. A feeling of sadness began to creep into his mind. How desperately he longed to have his mother and father back. It has been a little over a decade and yet the wound remains fresh in his heart. Aerys could feel his lips begin to tremble and his eyes well up with tears. He quickly cleared his throat and wiped his eyes with his sleeve. There would be time for tears later. For now, he had to prepare for his training with Ser Criston.

-

Aerys sprinted through the halls of the castle. Trying carefully to avoid contact with the passing nobles. As he rounded a corner a woman appeared. He tried desperately to come to a halt but was too slow. Aerys was quick to grab the woman before she could fall, but the tray in her hand clattered against the stone ground.

“I apologize, Lord Reyne. It was an accident,” the young woman began apologizing profusely.

 She pressed her hands together as she prayed for mercy. Aerys shook his head. His hands gently closed around hers, as he tried to comfort her. He didn’t recognize her, Aerys assumed she must be new. The woman seemed to be around his age, maybe two or three years older. But she stood a head taller than him.

“It’s alright my lady, it is I who is to blame. I should know better than to be running around the halls at this busy hour. Come, let me help you.”

He smiled as he knelt to the ground. Fortunately, it was only cheese, grapes, and bread, so it was easy to pick up. The girl quickly knelt down and gently pushed his hands away.

“No-no my lord! I will clean it, don’t worry!”

“Nonsense, it's my fault.”

Aerys quickly snatched up as many of the fallen items as he could and placed them back in their bowls. It had almost turned into a competition. With everyone he reached for, the woman was quick to grab it first. When their work was done the woman quickly stood and bowed her head. Aerys watched as she scurried away, mostly likely back towards the kitchen. His gaze remained on her until she disappeared. He stood there for a moment longer before cursing under his breath. He was late.

By the time Aerys made it to the outer yard the rest of the boys were already swinging at dummies. Ser Criston spotted him first. Suddenly Aerys wished he hadn’t shown up at all. Ser Criston detests tardiness. The scowl on the white knight's face as he approached him filled his stomach with dread.

“Nice of you to finally show up, Lord Reyne, we feared you were unwell.”

“My apologies Ser Criston, I accidentally crashed into a maid on the way here. I had to help- my apologies.”

He silenced himself as the knight gave him a bored expression. Ser Criston nodded before nudging his hand towards the wooden swords. Aerys quickly took one before moving to the free dummy in the center. Aegon snickered as Aerys passed by him. Aerys swung his arms, striking the dummy with his wooden sword. He did this five more times before they began rotating. Aemond took his place as Aerys moved to take Jace’s place. Aegon groaned loudly as he struck the dummy with all his might. Aerys did the same. Aerys was not a fan of swords. He was adequate with a sword, but he did not believe anyone would be singing songs of his skills for years to come. His skill with a bow, however, was much better. However, sword training was a requirement. He had no say in the matter.

A quick thwack to the nape of his neck caught his attention. He turned his head to find the culprit. Aegon nodded his head ahead. Aerys followed his gaze to find two incoming maids. When they spotted the prince they quickly turned their gaze and scurried away. Aerys let out a weary sigh. He switched places with Jace again, moving away from Aegon. He gave the young boy a light pat on the shoulder as he passed. Ser Criston called for Aegon and Aemond to try and attack him. Aerys grabbed hold of Jace and Luke, gently pushing them back so they would not be in the way. 

The two boys groaned as they threw their full weight into their attacks. Yet Ser Criston evaded them all, skillfully dodging every swing.

“You’ll have to do better than that,” he taunted.

The white knight quickly deflected Aegon's next blow. Sending the prince rushing forward. Ser Criston whacked the prince's bum as he stumbled. Ser Harwin called out to Jace and Luke. Aerys turned his head to listen as the gold cloak gave instructions. The boys followed his instructions, quickly lifting their swords. Aerys found himself doing the same. Ser Harwin’s gaze drifted over to Ser Criston. Aerys could feel the tension between the two men. It was no secret that there was bad blood between the two men. Though the reason why was unknown to Aerys, he knew it had something to do with Nyra. The white knight seemed to hold no love for the Princess.

“Seems the younger boys could do better with a bit of your attention, Ser Criston.”

“You questioned my method of instruction Ser?”

“Oh, I merely suggest that method be applied to all your pupils.”

Aegon and Aemond moved to stand with the rest of the boys. Luke smiled as he tried to taunt Aegon. The elder boy merely pushed him away. The young boy chuckled to himself. Aerys gave him a nod to get back in line. His smile slightly dropped as he moved to stand still.

“Very well,” the white knight replied to the gold cloak.

“Jaecaerys, come here.”

Aerys furrowed his brows as he watched the white knight grab Jace by the collar, roughly pulling him along with him.

“You’ll spar with Aegon.”

Aegon and Aemond chuckled to themselves. Aegon quickly fetched his sword before moving forward.

“Eldest son against eldest son,” the knight announced.

“Hardly a fair match-”

“I know you’ve never seen true battle Ser, but when steel is drawn a fair match isn’t something anyone should expect.” Ser Criston quipped.

Aegon gave Jace a pat on the back as he passed him. The two boys raised their blades as Ser Criston instructed.

“Engage.”

Aegon lunged forward with a yell. Jace was quick to deflect the attacks, but he was quickly becoming overwhelmed. Aegon forced him back with every blow. The elder prince moved his hand out, pushing the dark-haired boy to the ground. Aerys cursed under his breath. 

“Come on Jace,” he whispered encouragingly.

The brown-haired boy was quick to his feet. This time it was Aegon who was pushed back with each attack. Jace swung the sword with all his might. He was fast, so fast that as soon as Aegon blocked a hit, another was right behind it. Aegon, clearly growing frustrated, moved behind a dummy. Pushing it forward so that it nearly toppled onto Jace.

“Foul play!” Ser Harwin called out as he moved to advise Jace.

“I’ll deal with him,” Ser Criston retorted as he pulled Aegon towards him.

Ser Harwin smiled as he quietly advised Jace, his gloved hand gently holding Jace by the chin.

“You!” Aegon yelled, gaining the younger boy’s attention.

Once again the two began their dance. Aegon’s attacks were unrelenting. The younger boy struggled to keep up once more. Ser Criston yelled out instructions to the elder prince. Aegon raised his leg kicking Jace in the stomach, sending the boy to the ground. The brown-haired boy was forced to try and defend himself on the ground. The white knight refused to allow Aegon to ease off. Instructing him to keep attacking.

“Enough!” Ser Harwin yelled as he grabbed Aegon, pulling him away from Jace.

The prince struggled against the gold cloak’s grasp. Ser Harwin released him, sending the prince stumbling.

“You dare lay hands on me?!” Aegon howled in anger.

The noise made Luke jump and tense up. Aerys put a comforting hand on Luke’s shoulder. He moved to stand behind his cousin. Resting his hands upon the small boy's shoulder, keeping him close.

“Aegon!” The king called, from where he usually sat, watching the boys train.

“You forget yourself Strong, that is the prince.” Ser Criston voiced.

“Is this what you teach Cole? Cruelty to the weaker opponent?” Ser Harwin said as he picked up the wooden swords.

Ser Criston dropped the wooden sword he had been holding to his feet. Ser Harwin kicked it away, refusing to bend down and pick it up.

“Your interest in the prince's training is quite unusual, Lord Commander.” Ser Criston replied. “Most men would only have that kind of devotion towards a cousin, or a brother... or a son.”

Aerys could feel his breath get caught in his throat. Cole would be so bold as to say such a thing in public? He watched the two men with uncertainty. Ser Harwin was not known for his tranquility. Nor was Ser Criston. Aerys remembered hearing the tale about how the white knight beat a man to death with his bare hands. It was on the very same night that Nyra married Ser Laenor. The gold cloak paused for a moment before he lunged towards Ser Criston. His large gloved hand connected to the knight's cheek. Aerys quickly grabbed Jace and Luke, pushing them behind his back.

Ser Harwin landed another hit, sending the white cloak to the ground. Yet he refused to relent, quickly climbing on top of the man, and continuing his assault. Ser Criston did not even put up a fight against the gold cloak. It took four other white cloaks to pull Ser Harwin off of Ser Criston. Though they struggled to hold him back.

“Say it again!” Ser Harwin roared. “Say it again!”

The lord commander had to be dragged out of the outer yard like an animal. His reputation would certainly take a heavy blow. Attacking a member of the king's guard was madness.

“What do we do now?” Luke asked, clinging onto Aerys’ sleeve.

“Don’t worry, let’s get you both back to your chambers.” Aerys smiled as he pulled the two boys along with him.

Luke still held on tightly as they walked quietly down the empty hallway. Jace had yet to speak, choosing to keep his head down. Ser Lorrent walked ahead of them, escorting them back to the young boy’s chambers. Ser Lorrent pushed open the thick oak doors. He moved out of the way, allowing the three boys to pass. Aerys gave him a nod of appreciation before the white cloak closed the doors. It was just the three of them now. They were in Jace’s room. Luke’s room was next door, but the boy wished to stay at his brother's side.

“Is Ser Harwin in trouble? What will happen to him?” Luke asked.

Aerys looked down at the small boy. He used his right hand to ruffle the boy’s curly hair. Aerys was aware of how close the boys were to Ser Harwin. Luke practically idolized the man. Ser Harwin’s father was the hand of the king, surely his punishment wouldn’t be that severe. Aerys gave him the best reassuring smile he could muster.

“I don’t know Luke, but I’m sure everything will be fine. Why don’t we go play with your toys hmm?” 

Aerys waved his hand out towards the large wooden toy chest against the wall. Luke nodded before running off. Jace remained silent, staring at his shoes. Aerys placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder breaking whatever trance he was in.

“Come on,” he whispered, attempting to coax him into following Luke.

But the boy would not move. Aerys craned his neck to try and get a good look at the boy's face, but couldn’t. He finally placed a finger under the boy's chin, forcing him to look up. The poor boy was desperately fighting back the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. His trembling lips were curled upside down. Aerys kneeled on the floor to be at eye level with Jace. He placed a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder.

“What’s wrong Jace?” Aerys asked, as gently as he could.

“Is Ser Harwin my father?”

The young lord froze. He felt like he had been punched in the gut. His eyes glanced over to Luke, to ensure the boy had not heard the question. Fortunately, he seemed too preoccupied with his toys. At that moment it seemed like all the words he had ever learned were now lost to him. What could he say? What was he supposed to say? He supposed it was only natural for Jace to be curious. The boy was growing older. It was only a matter of time before the whispers of the court began weighing on his shoulders. He may still be young now, but he certainly was no fool. But it was not Aerys' place to confirm his suspicions.

“Ser Laenor has raised you since you were born. If that is not a father, I don’t know what is.”

“But Ser Criston said-”

 “The Velaryons have claimed you as their own. The opinions of others do not matter.”

The brown-haired boy went silent. The look on his face made it apparent to Aerys that his words did nothing to satiate the boy’s curiosity. But regardless, Jace nodded his head and moved to join Luke. Aerys remained on his knee, cursing himself in his head for his tone. He had snapped a bit after the mention of Ser Criston. It was not intentional, but the boy's questions had left him feeling like a trapped animal. He would have to apologize later.

-

Aerys used the tips of his fingers to light smudge the charcoal, giving the dragon’s wing a more blended finish. He could feel small beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead. Quickly, he used his sleeve to wipe them away. The young man had been working on this piece for nearly a week now. It was proving to be one of his greatest challenges yet.

“You’ve improved.”

Startled, he jumped in his seat. Aerys turned his head to find Nyra standing behind him. He hadn’t even noticed her come in. She gave him an apologetic smile as she gently rubbed his back.

“My apologies, I thought you heard me coming.”

“No worries, I just got a little distracted with this.” Aerys shrugged.

He turned his gaze back towards the drawing. Suddenly he was hyper-aware of all the flaws, little or imagined. Aerys moved to cover it but Nyra stopped him by placing a hand over his. Her eyes trailed over every inch of the dragon.

“Is that Syrax?”

Aerys gave her a simple nod. It was the first time he had ever drawn another dragon beside his and Aegons. Agana and Sunfyre were the perfect studies. They were able to lounge about for hours on end, allowing him to capture their magnificence. Aegon would mumble and groan every time Aerys dragged him along to the dragon pit just to sit there while Aerys sketched, but he always went along anyway. Though most of the time it would end in the two of them racing through the skies on dragonback. He had countless drawings of them, but Aerys wanted to do something different. In time he hoped to capture the beauty of all the dragons of the realm for his book. Dragon lore was scarce in this world. And who better to record it, than a dragon rider? Syrax was his next target. The she-dragon had recently brought forth another clutch. Before the new additions arrived, Syrax had become even more slothful than usual. So it was easy to sit and draw her while she lounged about in the dragon pit. 

“I love it. You’ve captured her perfectly.”

Nyra pressed a quick kiss to his head.

“Though there is something else I’ve come here to discuss with you, Aerys.”

The young man nodded before turning his body to face her. She looked tired, which was understandable. The woman had just given birth to a child. Something Aerys understood was much more taxing on women’s bodies than men gave them credit for. He stood to his feet, offering her his chair. Aerys waited for her to be seated before fetching one for himself.

“What is it?” He inquired politely.

“Laenor and I have decided to leave for Dragonstone. The ship is getting ready as we speak.” Nyra spoke gently, as she caressed the back of his hand with her thumb.

“Oh,” Aerys furrowed his brow. “Alright...it shouldn’t take me long to pack my things.”

Aerys moved to stand but Nyra stopped him. He tilted his head in confusion. There was a sadness behind her violet eyes. His body stiffened under her touch, as she held his hands in hers. A sharp ache stabbed away at his chest. That familiar burning sensation reached his eyes. And he struggled to keep the frown away from his lips. He pursed his lips and turned his face to stare at the desk beside them.

“You’re not taking me with you...” he murmured.

“The king wishes for you to remain at court.”

A pregnant pause filled the air. Aerys was unsure of what to say. He did not trust his voice, too scared of possibly showing his affliction. Rhaenyra owed him nothing. She was not his mother and he was not her son. The princess was not required to take him with her. He was the king's ward, not hers.

“But that does not mean we’ll never see each other again. We’ll exchange letters, and you’re always welcome to come visit when the king permits it.”

Aerys said nothing.

“You have friends here. I understand you and Aegon are...close. Surely he would be upset if you left. You’ll be happy here, just like you’ve always been.”

“Of course,” he smiled. “I wish you a safe journey, Princess.”

Her face fell upon hearing her title come from his mouth. She opened her mouth to speak when a knock upon the door stopped her. Aerys quickly called out to them to enter. He pulled his hands away and stood to his feet. It was Elinda Massey, one of Rhaenyra’s handmaids.

“The ship is ready, Princess.”

“Thank you Elinda.”

The woman bowed before taking her leave. Aerys still refused to meet the Princess’s gaze. Instead choosing to stare at the tapestry next to his door. It was a man, pale-skinned and bare. His long white hair flowed down his body, which was entangled with a green dragon. The soft click of her shoes echoed as she moved to stand in front of him. Her fingers gently brushed his hair away from his face, before trailing down to cup his chin. That sweet sad smile returned to her face.

“This is not goodbye Aerys,” she pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his head.

Something she had done a million times before. Yet now the kiss that had always made him feel so warm, so safe, left him with nothing but a hollow feeling in his chest. He gave a simple nod. It was all he could do to not beg her to take him. To plead with her to not abandon him in the stony confines of this castle. But alas, he would not. He was nearly a man-grown. A man of the houses Reyne and Targaryen. He must always act with poise and good deportment.

“Perhaps you would like to see the boys before we depart?”

“No,” he snapped. “I mean, the hour is growing late. You’ll have a long journey ahead of you. I’m sure you’re all anxious to get out onto the sea already.”

“Aerys,” she sighed, gazing into his iris-colored eyes. “I know-”

Another knock sounded at the door. This time it was Ser Lorent who entered.

“We must be going now Princess,” he declared.

Aerys used this time to step back, pulling away from the Princess’s grasp. The woman pursed her lips and gave the young man a small nod.

“Alright,” she whispered.

Aerys said nothing as he watched her walk away. Her white hair slightly swayed behind her as she walked. Aerys moved to call out for her, yet he could not speak. The young man moved back to his desk. Allowing himself to drop back into his seat. He was alone now.

A/N: If you've made it this far, thank you so much for reading my work!

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The Dragon's Gold

Chapter Eleven

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Aerys Reyne (male oc)

Summary: Aerys Reyne, son of Naerys Targaryen, the second-born daughter of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, has been best friends with Aegon since childhood. As boys, they had been inseparable. Many said that it reminded them of the early days of King Jaehaerys reign. When the princes Aemon and Baelon were still children. Wherever one boy was, it wasn't long before the other came running behind him. That was until forbidden desires of the heart forced a wedge between them. After the death of his grandsire, King Viserys, Aerys finds himself torn between two sides: stand by his oldest friend or stand by the only mother he has ever known.

Warning: angst, mentions of Jaehaerys, grief, alludes to smut at the end

a/n: No beta, so I apologize for grammar and spelling mistakes. Also, if anyone wishes to be tagged in future updates, just let me know!

Aerys

Aerys rested on the soft feather bed, facing Aegon. His fingers lightly pushed loose strands of hair away from the man’s face. Aerys had been able to wake the man up just long enough to take him to bed some time ago. Aegon had demanded Aerys stay by his side. Not wishing to argue with the half-lucid man, he agreed. However, Aerys had barely slept at all. He had spent most of the night awake, at war with his mind. The murder of Jaehaerys had only further complicated things for him. He did not want to believe Nyra could do something so terrible- so horrid. But what if she had? 

Grief has a way of making people behave out of character. The overwhelming pain and sorrow of losing a child could make someone act out in ways that they later wish they hadn’t. But even then, that was not an excuse. It does not justify the murder of an innocent child. And no later regrets would restore that which has been lost.

“Aerys?” Aegon called, freeing the man from his thoughts.

“I’m still here,” he replied, moving his hand to caress Aegon’s cheek.

The sun shines on his skin, and he’s warm. Aegon’s eyes peek open as if checking to see if it was indeed Aerys beside him. 

“Thank you,” he whispers.

“For what?” Aerys asks.

“For staying.”

A sad smile spreads on Aerys’ lips. “Of course.”

Aegon groaned, pulling himself up. Aerys turned away, trying to give the man some privacy as he emptied his bladder into a chamberpot. There was a knock at the door. Aerys quickly stood up from the bed, his hands furiously dusting off his clothes, trying to make himself look presentable. 

The doors pushed open, and Aerys swallowed harshly, watching the queen dowager enter the room. The woman paused, her eyes looking him up and down. He clenched his fists at his sides, feeling exposed. 

“Mother,” Aegon greeted, moving over to the table in his room to pour himself a glass of wine. “To whom do we owe the pleasure?”

The woman turned her head, glaring at her eldest son, “Ser Criston Cole.”

Aegon’s jaw clenched, his eyes hardened. “Has Ser Arryk succeeded?”

The woman scoffed, “His scheme has failed. Rhaenrya still lives.”

Aerys shot Aegon a quizzical look and asked, “What scheme?”

The pair turned their heads towards him.

“He has not told you?” The woman asked patronizingly. “Ser Criston sent Ser Arryk to Dragonstone. So that he could disguise himself as his twin and slay Rhaenyra.”

“And you condoned this- this stunt?” Aerys frowned, his mind still processing the woman’s words.

Aegon turned his head, avoiding Aerys’ gaze. An uncomfortable tension arose in the air. The queen dowager glanced between the both of them.

With a loud, exasperated sigh, she said, “I shall leave you both to discuss this. Do try not to take too long. Your councilmen are waiting.”

The door closed loudly behind her, leaving the two men alone. It seemed their brief moment of respite had come to an end. Aegon leaned his head back, finishing the last of his wine, before moving to the table to refill his cup. Aerys watched him closely, waiting for him to speak. With each second that passed, he found himself growing increasingly irritated.

“Have you nothing to say?” Aerys asked, not bothering to hide the frustration in his tone.

“What would you have me say?” Aegon turned around.

Aerys found himself bewildered by the lack of interest in Aegon’s voice.

“I wish for you to speak the truth.”

“The truth?” Aegon repeated. His jaw clenched, and his nostrils flared as he breathed heavily through his nose. “The truth is that- that whore murdered my son!”

“No,” Aerys shook his head, turning away.

“Yes! Yes, Aerys!” Aegon growled as he marched closer. 

Aerys could feel the man standing behind him, glaring at the back of his head.

“She could not have done this.” Aerys tried to reason, more to himself than Aegon.

“Then who else?!” Aegon shouted. “Who Aerys? Tell me!”

“I-” Aerys sighed, “I do not know.”

“You do know. You just refuse to accept it.”

Aerys closed his head, dropping his head. Aegon’s words pained him greatly, but he spoke the truth, as Aerys had wanted.

“I don’t know why I bother,” Aegon sighed wearily. “You don’t believe me. You’ve already convinced yourself of her innocence. In your eyes, she is without flaw. So gracious and delicate and-”

“Aegon, please,” Aerys begged.

“No, it is true!” Aegon argued. “And in your eyes, I am what? A fool? The depraved wretch who has led poor Aerys astray.”

“No!” Aerys denied. He whirled around, trying to take Aegon by his arms.

“No,” Aegon grunted, pushing his hands away. “You’ve made it clear how little I matter to you. After all, how could I ever compare to your precious Rhaenyra?”

Aerys dropped his hands back to his sides, watching feebly as Aegon turned his back to him. Aegon walked over to the hearth, letting his body slump down in a chair. The same one that had held him as he wept over the loss of his son. 

“You’ll never choose me. You never have,” Aegon faltered.

“That is not true,” Aerys protested.

“Isn’t it?” Aegon gave a sad smile. “I have laid myself bare for you, repeatedly and every time you run from me.”

“Aegon I,” Aerys stops, lost for words.

It was like a pit had formed in his stomach- his intestines tied themselves into knots. 

“You abandoned me,” The hurt was evident in his voice. “I pleaded. I begged you to stay, but you wouldn’t. Instead, you ran off to play happy family with her on Dragonstone. For five years, you didn’t write. You never came back. You wrote me off as if I meant nothing to you.”

Aegon stared at him. His eyes held so much sadness, hurt, and betrayal. They sent a deep chill down Aerys’ spine. A powerful sadness fills his chest. It’s almost painful.

“It was not that simple, I assure you.” Aerys objected.

“I needed you,” Aegon whined. “I had no one. I just wanted my friend back.”

“I had to go,” Aerys trembled. “I had to.”

“Why?” Aegon asked.

“Because I could not be your friend,” Aerys admitted. “I tried, I did. But I always ended up in the same dark place, miserable. It was not an easy choice, but I had to make it. For myself, for you.”

Aegon’s face contorted into one of pain and suffering. He turned away, lowering his head. “For me,” he murmured.

For a while, neither of them spoke again. Both are too lost in their own wild emotions to think clearly. When Aerys returns to his senses, he decides to try to sway the conversation away from them.

“Aegon,” Aerys spoke softly as he approached the man. “You have both lost something that can never be replaced, but you both still have people who care for you and depend on you. If this war persists, how many more will die? How much more are you willing to lose?”

“I will not lose anything else! That is why I am doing this!” Aegon snapped, pounding his fist on the arm of the chair.

“That is why you must stop this!” Aerys pleaded, kneeling in front of the man. He took Aegon’s hands into his own.

Aegon stared at him, eyes welling with tears. His lower lip quivered, and Aerys could feel the slight tremble in his hands. Aegon pulled a hand away, raising it to cup the side of Aerys’ face. Aerys closed his eyes, nuzzling into his palm, losing himself in the man’s warmth.  

“Do you love me?” Aegon asked.

Without hesitation, Aerys opened his eyes and said, “My love for you is the only thing I can be sure of in these dark times.”

“Then choose me,” Aegon pleaded, his voice wavering. “Rule and fight by my side.”

“You’re asking me to make an impossible choice,” Aerys whined, shaking his head.

Aegon released a shuddering breath, sitting up straight. “You must choose Aerys. Either join me or die.”

“You would have me killed?”

The question made Aegon flinch. Aerys believed he could see the man’s heart and mind battling for control in his eyes. 

“I do not wish to,” he answered honestly. “But if you force my hand, I will have no choice. I have spared you all the time I can. I must know where your loyalty lies.”

Aerys started to snivel and dropped his head. Aegon placed a hand on his chin, lifting his head.

“You were there the day Jaehaerys was born. You even held him.”

The two men shared a sad smile as they remembered that day.

“But you did not have to see his- his body. You did not see what those beasts did to him. What she sent them to do.” Silent tears fell from Aegon’s violet eyes. “Join me,” he pleaded once more.

Aerys could not speak; he could not trust his voice. He balled his hands into first, trying desperately to stop the trembling.

“Please,” Aegon begged.

Aerys believed he was damned one way or the other. He must truly be cursed. Perhaps the all-knowing gods had seen his sins- his shame and wished to punish him. Perhaps they were never there; maybe they had abandoned him long ago. With a reluctant sigh, Aerys nodded his head.

–

The hour of the owl was quickly approaching. The full moon sat up high, resting in the dark abyss of the night sky.

“A seat on the council,” Wylla said, astonished.

“I’m merely a guest.” Aerys shrugged.

The day had come and gone. Aegon decided that Aerys would now be attending the small council meetings. Though only as a guest, Ser Criston Cole had been named Aegon’s new hand. Fortunately for Aerys, Aegon had allowed him to refrain from attending today’s meeting on account of his poor emotional state. He had been rather upset after their argument.

Aerys was exhausted, but his mind seemed incapable of slowing down.

“Still, you must feel special!” Wylla smiled, running the brush through his hair.

“Special,” Aerys hummed. “That’s certainly a word for it.”

The woman stilled. “Are you unhappy?”

Aerys sighed wearily, his eyes staring at her through the mirror. “How happy would you be if all you could do is sit back and watch as your family tears itself apart?”

She frowned, “Not too happy, I suppose.”

He nodded his head, “Precisely.”

There was a knock at the door, though the person behind it waited for no response before stumbling into the room. Wylla placed the brush on the table, quickly brushing off her apron. Aerys felt his stomach churn as he noticed a familiar face staring at him through the mirror.

“Cousin,” the man giggled as he swayed, struggling to keep his balance.

The fool was drunk.

“You may go, Wylla,” Aerys said, dismissing the woman.

She bowed before taking her leave. Aerys stood up from his chair, turning around to face the man dressed in expensive fabrics, with the red lion of their house embroidered on his collar. It was his cousin, Martyn Reyne. 

Martyn stumbled towards Aerys, clumsily throwing his arms around him. Aerys stiffened, uncomfortable with the man’s affection. He awkwardly patted the man’s back a couple of times before pushing him away.

“Cousin,” He nodded. “I hear you’ve been appointed to the Kingsguard?”

“By the king himself,” the man smirked, brandishing the new sword he had been given.

Aerys had to refrain from laughing as he looked the man up and down. He was hardly worthy of such a prestigious position. Aerys was unsure if the man knew how to use that sword, which he proudly displayed.

“Hmm,” Aerys hummed. “Why are you here?”

“His grace, the king, has summoned you.” 

“The hour is quite late,” Aerys sighed.

Martyn shrugged, sheathing his weapon. “He requires your... counsel.”

Martyn's eyes drifted to the bruises on Aerys’ neck before moving them back up to his face. Aerys did not miss the glint of amusement in the man’s eyes. He glared at the drunken fool.

“Why did he send you?” Aerys asked.

“He thought you would feel more comfortable seeing a familiar face.”

“Indeed,” Aerys nodded. “I had not expected to see you in the capital. You seemed quite... content in my brother’s hall the last time we met.”

Martyn pursed his lips, his face grew red, and his eyes flooded with anger. “Yes, well, it was your brother who sent me. To bend the knee to King Aegon in his stead.”

“Robb bent the knee to Aegon?”

Martyn nodded with a smug expression on his face. Aerys had never imagined Robb to be an oathbreaker. The news was like a knife to his heart. 

“As have you, I hear. Robb will be pleased. He always worried about your... attachment to the princess.”

Aerys flashed him a tight smile but stayed silent.

“Shall we?” Martyn asked, nodding towards the door.

Aerys took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. He nodded, letting the man lead the way. The castle halls were relatively empty. Aerys had found himself immensely grateful for that.

“You and the king are quite... close,” Martyn slurred, and his body swayed with every step.

“Is that a question?” Aerys grumbled.

“No, more of a keen observation.” Martyn laughed. “This is your second time entertaining him in his private quarters this late. Is it not?”

“The king requires my counsel, nothing more.” Aerys snapped. 

Martyn turned his head to look at Aerys. His eyes sparkled with merriment.

“Nothing more, indeed,” He smirked.

The implications behind the man's words were not lost on him. Aerys cursed under his breath, chastising himself for giving in to the man’s taunts.

They finished their walk in silence. The two came to a stop when they reached the door. Martyn attempted to open it, but the door was pulled open. Two men stumbled out of the doorway. They tried to stand up straighter when they saw him. They must have been the other two knights Aegon had appointed to the kingsguard. They seemed just about as impressive as his cousin. Aerys nodded his head, slipping past them. He could hear Martyn and the others snicker as they closed the door behind him. They were laughing at him. His face burned with embarrassment. Did they know of him and Aegon? How many others knew? He suddenly felt very naked, exposed.

Aerys shook his head, trying to bury these feelings. He was here for Aegon. He had summoned him here.

Aerys found the man sitting at the edge of his bed, fidgeting with his ring. It made Aerys think of his own ring. The one with his mother’s face enameled on it. He had hidden it away with the rest of his things. Aerys could no longer bear to wear it.

“They doubt me.” Aegon slurred, turning his head up to look at Aerys. “They all believe me to be weak.” 

“Who?” Aerys asked, taking a seat beside him.

“My mother, my council, all of them. They treat me like I am a child,” Aegon groaned, rubbing a hand over his face.

“What happened?” Aerys asked, placing his hand over Aegons.

“They refuse every idea I have. They do not heed my thoughts. I am the king, and they expect me to sit around and do nothing.” Aegon scoffed. “You should have heard them quarreling like children today.”

“Share your ideas with me. I will listen.” Aerys pressed.

Aegon turned his head to Aerys, his eyes darting up and down the man’s face. 

“Alright,” he sighed. “We need Harrenhal. Ser Criston is leading a campaign through the Riverlands. I suggested he take Aemond and Vhagar, in case he stumbles upon one or more of Rhaenyra’s dragons, but he refused. So I decided Sunfyre and I would accompany them, but he refused again.”

“I cannot say that I blame him.”

Aegon frowned, “What do you mean?”

“It’s as you said, you are the king. The men who raise your banner fight for you and you alone. We cannot afford to lose you.”

“Gods,” Aegon scoffed, standing up from the bed. “Don’t do that.”

“Don't do what?”

“Patronize me!” He shouted, whirling around to face Aerys. “I can take it from them, but not you.”

“I’m sorry,” Aerys apologized. “That was not my intention.”

Aegon paced the room with his hands on his hips. Aerys waited patiently on the bed, not wanting to anger him further. After a few moments, Aegon finally stopped, standing just a few feet away from the bed.

“Will you-” Aegon paused, looking everywhere but Aerys’ face. “Will you hold me again?”

The quiver in his voice filled Aerys’ heart with sadness. He asked the question like a child, afraid of judgment or reprimand.

“Of course,” Aerys reassures him with a gentle smile.

Aegon inched towards the bed slowly. Aerys leaned his back against the many pillows that rested against the headboard. He could not help but think that Aegon looked a bit embarrassed. It amused him. 

Aegon settled his head on Aerys’ lap. His hands held onto one of Aerys, thumbs gently tracing the lines on his palm. Yes, he was flustered, Aerys thought, as his free hand began absent-mindedly drifting through his hair.

In the candlelight, Aerys could make out the redness in his ear and the faraway look in his eyes. He was curious about what ailed him, but he did not ask. If Aegon wanted to speak, he would. 

Aerys rested his head against the headboard, closing his eyes. His entire body felt heavy, as if some unforeseen force was sitting on his chest.

Half-delirious, Aegon mumbled, “It’s all my fault.”

“You mustn't blame yourself,” Aerys whispered.

“How can I not?” Aegon cried. “I- I should have been there! I could have-”

“There is nothing you could done, Aegon. You did not know what would happen. No one did.”

“I loved him,” he whined. “I did- I loved him. I was not the best father to him, but I tried. I wanted to do better. I tried to do better. To make up for my absence. To prove my love for him, and- and now he will never know,” Aegon burst into uncontrollable sobs.

His body convulsed and jerked with each sob and every gasp for air.

Aerys pulled the man into his arms, holding him close to his chest. “He knew Aegon. I’m sure he did.”

Aerys flinched when the top of Aegon’s head brushed against his neck. He adjusted them so Aegon could rest his head on his chest rather than his bruised neck. Aegon cried into Aerys’ chest, his fingers clinging to his sides. Aerys holds him tighter. He does not speak. He does not try to quiet him. He lets him cry himself out. It’s what he needs. This kind of grief is not one that should be contained.

Aegon pulls back, resting his weight on his hands. He looks like a wreck. His face is red, puffy, and stained with tears. He surges forward, capturing Aerys’ lips with his own. Aerys had been surprised but kissed him back. They kiss until they have no choice but to pull back for air, to soothe their burning lungs.

Aegon tried to kiss him again, but Aerys blocked it. Aegon pouted at him and tried again, but Aerys stopped him.

“Aegon,” Aerys sighs.

“Please,” Aegon begs. “I just- I need to feel something else.”

His fingers trail lightly across the side of Aerys’ face. With a beautifully tragic smile, he says, “Something good.”

Aerys is hesitant, but with that forlorn look in Aegon’s eyes, he's unable to deny him.

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The Dragon's Gold

Chapter Eight

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Aerys Reyne (male oc)

Summary: Aerys Reyne, son of Naerys Targaryen, the second-born daughter of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, has been best friends with Aegon since childhood. As boys, they had been inseparable. Many said that it reminded them of the early days of King Jaehaerys reign. When the princes Aemon and Baelon were still children. Wherever one boy was, it wasn't long before the other came running behind him. That was until forbidden desires of the heart forced a wedge between them. After the death of his grandsire, King Viserys, Aerys finds himself torn between two sides: stand by his oldest friend or stand by the only mother he has ever known.

Warning: NSFW, dub-con, angst, mentions of sh scars

a/n: This chapter is very long, so I apologize for that. Also, there will be smut in the chapter. Smut has never been my strong suit, so I apologize for any and all cringe inaccuracies. No beta, so I apologize for any and all grammar and spelling mistakes. Also, if anyone wishes to be tagged in future updates, just let me know!

Aerys

The full moon sat high in the sky, covering everything below with a slight blue hue. Aerys returned to his chambers after he finished saying his goodbyes. His feet were growing tired of standing. His elbows ached from resting against the wooden windowsill. The wind blew his hair behind him. His eyes watched as the dark red liquid swirled around the glass in his hand. Aerys sighed as he leaned his head back. He closed his eyes, basking in the muffled sounds of the city.

“Can’t sleep?” A voice asked behind him.

Aerys stiffened, quickly turning his head to find the intruder. Aegon stood behind him, fiddling with his fingers.

“How did you get in here?”

“The door...?” Aegon tilted his head slightly to the side. “Sorry, I thought you heard me knock...”

Aerys cleared his throat, turning his whole body to face the prince. “Why are you here?”

The two grimaced at the tone in his voice. It was harsher than he meant it to be.

“I-” the prince cleared his throat. “I wanted to apologize for what happened... at supper.”

The young lord stayed silent. His dark eyes glanced over the prince, his oldest friend who stood before him. It hurt... how distant they had become. As boys, they had been inseparable. Many said it reminded them of the early days of King Jaehaerys’ reign when the princes Aemon and Baelon were children. Wherever one boy was, it wasn't long before the other came running behind him. But they were no longer boys now. It seemed like they were no longer even friends. Just two strangers staring back at each other, mourning over their lost childhood.

“I don’t believe I’m the one you need to apologize to.”

Aegon dropped his eyes down at his black boots. “I know, but I still felt like I should. The way I acted was-”

“Disgraceful? Childish?” Aerys offered, raising his brows.

Aegon pursed his lips, nodding his head. “I suppose both of those would suffice.”

Aerys breathed deeply through his nose before walking towards the circular table in his room. He placed his glass on the table and reached for another, filling it with wine. Aerys lifted the new glass, holding it out for the prince to take. Aerys flinched when he felt Aegon’s skin graze against his fingers.

“Thank you,” the prince raised his glass.

“Should we sit?” Aerys asked, pointing to the table.

Aegon nodded, taking a seat at the opposite end. Aerys placed his glass on the table, shifting in his chair to get comfortable. A blanket of silence covered the room. They glanced at each other, eyes meeting only for a moment before they both turned their heads.

“What have-”

“How’s life-”

Both men paused, and their eyes widened slightly. They shared a glance before lowering their heads to chuckle.

“You go first,” Aerys said with a small smile.

Aegon nodded as he placed his glass on the table.

“I was simply going to ask how your life has been on Dragonstone.”

“Oh,” Aerys hummed, pondering the question. “Well, it’s not too thrilling. Just living day by day, I suppose.”

“Oh, come on,” Aegon scoffed. “Surely, you must have gotten into some trouble over the years.”

“No, I’ve never been much of a troublemaker.”

“What?! What about that time you pushed that woman into the garden fountain? What was her name... Elinda? Elenor?”

“Lady Elise Stokeworth,” Aerys mumbled.

“Yes! That’s it!” Aegon guffawed at the memory. “You pushed Lady Elise into one of the garden fountains at that party Father had thrown years ago.”

“That is not what happened,” Aerys grumbled.

“Oh, the look on your face after you did it! You were about to burst into tears.”

“It was your fault! You pushed me, and I bumped into her.” Aerys defended himself. 

“Of course, blame me for your actions.” Aegon tsked, shaking his head with a disapproving smile. 

“As I said, it was your fault.” Aerys shrugged, taking a sip of his wine.

Aegon looked at him and laughed. The prince raised his glass, bringing it up to his lips. Aerys’ dark eyes trailed down the prince’s face to his neck. His mouth watered as he watched the apple of his throat bob with each swallow. Aerys quickly cleared his throat and dropped his eyes to the table.

“So it’s safe to assume you’ve been getting into quite a bit of trouble here in the capital?”

“Enough for the both of us,” Aegon answered.

“I believe it,” Aerys snickered.

The prince leaned back in his chair with a sigh. 

“So, has any special lady caught your eye?” Aegon questioned.

The question had caught Aerys by surprise.

“No,” Aerys scoffed, shaking his head. “Though not for the lack of trying. I’ve received many proposals over the years.”

“And you haven’t accepted any? Why?” Aegon leaned forward, sitting up straight.

“I don’t know,” Aerys shrugged. “Marriage just seems so... Enervating?”

Aerys felt his stomach churn at the woeful expression that fell on the prince. He had hoped that the marriage between Aegon and Helaena would prosper in his absence. That with him gone, Aegon could better himself.

“But pay no mind to my fatuous beliefs. I’m sure it’s not so bad.” Aerys smiled, hoping to ease some of the tension his words had caused.

The corners of Aegon’s lips turn upwards in a tight smile. The prince raised his glass to his mouth, finishing what wine remained. Aegon tapped his hands on the table before standing to his feet.

“Come on.” He smiled, holding a hand out for Aerys to hold.

“Where are we going?” Aerys tilted his head with a catlike curiosity.

“You’re one and twenty now. I wish to help you celebrate.”

“My name day was nearly two months ago.”

“Yes, well, I was unable to attend. I wish to rectify that. Now come on,” Aegon replied, shaking his hand.

Aerys stared at the prince’s hand apprehensively. He shouldn’t take it. He knows he shouldn’t. The last time he did, the night ended in nothing but misery. Yet when he glanced up to find that stupid little smile on the prince’s face, how could he resist? The short time they had spent here at this table, laughing like nothing had changed, filled Aerys’ heart with hope. It was a small childish hope, but a hope nonetheless.

“The hour is late. Perhaps it is best if I get some rest.”

The prince’s smile dropped for a moment before it was replaced with a sly smirk. “Surely you do not intend for me to journey off alone.  How would you live with yourself if something happened to me? Something that you could have prevented if you came with me.”

The memory of the night Rhaenyra first left for Dragonstone came to mind. Aegon was using the exact words to weaken his resolve. Aerys raised his hand hesitantly. He curled his fingers slightly before releasing them, allowing the prince to grab his hand. His stomach fluttered as Aegon’s cold hand squeezed his own, pulling him behind him. Perhaps tonight could be the fresh start that they needed.

—

The city's streets seemed less pleasant than they had been years ago. Perhaps it was because his childlike wonderment was gone, replaced by a more mature worldview. Aegon stayed close to Aerys as they walked side by side. The city still smelled of smoke, wine, piss, and sex, just as he remembered.

“We’ll go this way,” Aegon nodded to the right, pulling Aerys down a dark, unfamiliar alleyway. 

They walked through the alley before coming out to a different street that Aerys had no knowledge of. His grip tightened around Aegon’s hand as he tried to stay as close as possible. The hordes of people were more dispersed than they had been before. Groups of men clustered together as they drank and yelled crude remarks to the women who passed by. Other men were pulling women into their laps to paw at their breasts. Younger women and girls wore scandalous dresses and skirts that left little unseen. No mummers and musicians were performing on this street.

The thrill he had felt as a boy did not return to him now. As they turned the corner, an old man leaned against a stone wall, stroking himself for all to see. Aerys averted his gaze, instead focusing on the stone path ahead of them. The old man laughed, waving out his tongue as they passed. The sight was appalling. Suddenly, Aerys felt regret about his decision to join the prince. 

The two finally came to a stop.

“What is this place?” Aerys asked, leaning closer to Aegon.

“I’m treating you to a night of fun. Just trust me. I come here all the time.”

Aerys turned his head, looking over the building. It was a simple stone structure, unlike the brothel they had visited before. It was a much smaller, cheaper-looking whore house. The blue paint on the wooden door was chipping, and a badly painted red lantern was hanging above it. The smell coming from this place was even worse. The scent of ale and human waste overwhelmed his poor nose. Why would Aegon wish to spend his time in a place like this? 

Aerys took a few steps back, turning his head both ways to look at the street. Aegon cocked his head to the side as he turned around to face Aerys.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“I think I should be getting back,” Aerys replied with a small smile, hoping his words would not anger the prince.

“What? We just got here.” The prince shook his head.

“I know, and I am sorry, but I would like to return now.”

Aegon’s brows knitted together, and his nostrils flared. He was angry, or at the very least annoyed. Aerys shifted on his feet uncomfortably as if he were a small child awaiting his punishment. This was stupid. He was stupid. Why had he agreed to come? Why does he always give in to him so easily? Aerys could feel his heart thudding in his chest. His fingers began to tremble. Quickly, he started fiddling with the ring on his little finger. The young lord lowered his eyes, unable to face the prince. 

“Hey,” the prince called, taking Aerys’ hands into his own.

Anxiously, Aerys turned his gaze upward. Aegon’s eyes had softened, and he flashed Aerys a half-smile.

“We can go back. But... at least have another drink with me first. There’s a place not far from here.”

Aerys sighed and dropped his eyes again. “Aegon-”

“Please!” The prince pleaded. 

Aerys winced slightly from how tight the prince's grip on his hands had become. Aegon muttered a soft apology as he pulled away. The sadness clouding his features made Aerys’ chest feel heavy and his throat tight.

“Just. . .one drink?” Aerys asked apprehensively. 

The corners of the prince’s mouth turned upwards. His eyes brightened up like stars as he pulled Aerys along. Aerys struggled to keep up as Aegon dragged him down the street. They crossed two more alleys before loud cheering and laughter caught his attention. He could see they were making their way to an inn. A group of men sat outside of the inn’s doorway, toasting to something. It was a plain-looking two-story inn made of stone. Two black lanterns sat above the entrance, lighting up the front of the building. 

Aerys sat at the bar inside the crowded inn. He fiddled with his ring while waiting for his companion to return with their drinks. Aegon pushed past two men, placing a large wooden cup before him. Aerys thanked him loudly before he took a drink. The taste nearly made him gag. Aegon laughed at the look of disgust on his face.

“What is that?”

“It’s beer. Not as good as the fine wine you’re used to, but it does the trick.” He laughed.

Men and women in the tavern began to shout as the music picked up. Aerys watched as couples began to dance. He jumped when a drunken man fell over, sending a table crashing down with him. 

“Come on,” Aegon grabbed his hand, pulling him up from his seat.

“Where are we going?” Aerys asked as they slipped through the crowded inn.

“It’s too noisy down here. I got us a room,” Aegon explained as they started up the stairs.

—

The room was decent for a cheap inn. It was a simple square room. A bed was placed against the wall in the corner of the right side. Above the bed was a small window with bars on it. The floor was wooden, with no rug to cover it. There were no tapestries to decorate the boring stone walls. A small table with two chairs sat against the wall on the left side of the room. Two thick candles sat on the table for lighting. 

Aerys paced back and forth, fiddling with the ring on his finger. He sighed before pulling it off and tucking it away in the hidden breast pocket of his cloak. The young lord stilled as the door swung open, but he calmed down once he saw that Aegon had returned. The prince had left him to fetch some wine.

“Sorry, I took so long. It’s quite rowdy down there.” Aegon smiled as he moved to place the large wineskin on the table.

Aerys watched as the prince poured the wine. He walked forward to accept the wooden goblet from the prince’s hand. Aerys took a sip, watching Aegon move to sit at the edge of the bed, kicking off his boots. The young lord quickly sat at the table, ignoring how Aegon patted the bed beside him. Aerys took slow sips of his wine. His mind began to cloud slightly from all he had consumed this evening. The two sat in silence. Only the muffled sounds of the crowd below them could be heard.

“Aerys?”

“Yes?”

“Do you remember that day in the garden? When you fell asleep on my lap under the shade tree.”

Aerys' breath hitched as the memory popped into his mind. The same memory he had seen earlier before the petitions. He swirled his wine in the goblet, clearing his throat.

“I believe we spent many days like that.”

Aegon hummed with a content smile. “Yes, we did. How simpler things were then...”

“I wouldn’t necessarily say simple... we had problems then too.” Aerys shrugged, staring into the dark red liquid.

“We did,” the prince agreed. “But those problems were nothing but childish nonsense. I often find myself craving the benign problems of my youth.”

Aerys sighed. “I believe many people feel the same. What are the insignificant worries of children compared to the overwhelming plights of adulthood?”

“Well, you’re certainly as jovial as I remembered you to be.” The prince quipped, finishing the last of his wine.

The loud clacking echoed as his goblet fell to the floor. Aerys stilled as sniffling reached his ears. Nervously, he shifted his eyes to the prince. The man still sat at the edge of the bed, his shoulders slumped and his head hanging low.

“Aegon?” He called out softly.

The prince lifts his head to look at Aerys. His messy hair clings to his tear-stained face. Almost immediately, Aerys finds himself on his feet, moving to sit at Aegon’s side. He pushed the man’s hair away, tucking it behind the prince’s ears. Gently, he began wiping the tears off his face. The action only seemed to make the man cry even more. Aegon grabbed Aerys’ hands, pressing them against the sides of his face. The prince closed his eyes as he nuzzled into the young lord’s palms.

“I’m sorry.”

The apology makes Aerys freeze. His dark eyes trailed over every inch of the prince’s face. Aegon moves a hand to Aerys’ wrist and squeezes. 

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Aerys shook his head.

“No. I ruined everything.” Aegon cried. 

“What are you-? No, Aegon, you didn’t-”

“I did. I ruined everything.” The prince whimpered.

Aerys wrapped his arms around him, pulling the crying man into his chest. Aegon quickly sank into Aerys’ embrace, wrapping his arms around the young lord as he released a sharp but shaky breath. Aerys didn’t know what he should say or if there was anything he could say to offer comfort. All he could do was hold him. All he could offer him was a warm embrace and a shoulder to cry on. Though from the way the prince shook and held on tighter, Aerys believed that was what he needed. 

Aerys was confused about how it had all come to this. Everything had been fine, cordial. Maybe it was just the wine. Aegon pulled back with a shuddering breath. Aerys could see his eyes still filled with tears. The prince leaned forward, and Aerys did not move, allowing the man to press their foreheads together. Aegon placed his hands over Aerys’ knee.

Aerys could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears and the painful sobs Aegon tried desperately to suppress. The air seemed so thick it made it difficult to breathe. The day and evening leading up to this moment seemed forgotten. The only thing echoing in his mind was the soft cries of his oldest friend. He moved one hand to cup Aegon’s cheek and used the other to smooth the prince’s hair down.

“Shhh- it’s alright,” He whispered, like a mother comforting her baby.

Aerys kissed the prince’s head before pressing his forehead against Aegon’s. Aerys peeks through his eyelashes to watch the prince. The dim candlelight made him look so tired. 

“Aegon, look at me.”

It’s a command, but not a firm or demeaning one. Just calm and authoritative enough to make the prince obey. Aerys slid both hands onto Aegon’s face. The man’s sobs had turned to loud sniffles and painful-sounding hiccups. He used his thumbs to wipe away the dampened tear trails on Aegon’s cheeks. Aerys could smell the strong wine on the prince’s breath. He could feel the heat of his breath against his face. 

Neither of them spoke. They simply stared at each other through dark lashes. Aerys ran his thumb across the prince's cheek. He felt one of Aegon’s hands grip onto his leg. The intensity of the prince’s gaze lit a fire in the pit of Aerys’ stomach. 

Aerys wants to pull away. He knows he should. But when Aegon’s strong hand ran up and down his thigh, all logic began to flee from him. 

“I’m so fucking tired of feeling like this...” Aegon mumbles tiredly.

“I know...” Aerys whispered. 

Suddenly, Aegon is leaning closer. It takes only a second before their lips meet—Aerys stills, unsure what to do. On one hand, he knows he should push him away, but on the other, it’s more complicated. Aegon presses another kiss to Aerys’ lips before Aerys pulls away. Aerys winced as he swallowed the saliva, which was beginning to pool in his mouth. His hands dropped from the prince's face to his lap.

“Please,” Aegon begs. “Please.”

The prince leans forward, their lips softly grazing each other.

“We can’t,” Aerys whispered.

Aegon shook his head, leaning in the rest of the way. Aerys movements are stiff at first, as he tries to ignore the voice in his head telling him to stop. Aerys can feel his emotions battling it out inside of him—a mixture of anxiousness and arousal. The kiss continued. Aegon’s hands gripped tightly around Aerys’ waist, pulling him closer. Aerys tilted his head slightly to cave his tongue into the prince’s mouth. Quickly, it was becoming sloppy and desperate, but that made it more erotic. 

Aerys could taste the wine lingering on the prince’s tongue. He finds the taste almost addicting. His hot tongue explores the prince’s mouth, and Aegon lets him in without protest. Coating each other with spit as Aerys feels the rough texture of Aegon's tongue against his own. Aegon’s hand trails down, placing itself over Aerys’ growing bulge. The young lord pulls back with a slight hiss. A string of saliva keeps them connected until Aerys swipes it away. Aegon tries to climb onto his lap, but Aerys presses a firm hand against his chest, keeping him at bay. The young lord uses his other hand to grip the prince’s wrist, pushing his hand away from his lap. A pitiful whine escapes the prince’s throat.

“Please,” he begs again. As if it’s the only word he can remember. “Please.”

Aegon’s eyes are welled with tears. His bottom lip trembled as he let go of what little dignity remained to him. Aerys turned his head, squeezing his eyes closed. He dropped his hands to his lap, releasing the prince’s wrist. This had to stop. They had gone far enough.

“We shouldn’t-” he began but was interrupted.

Aegon shifted onto his knees. His cold hands cupped Aerys’ face, using his body weight to push him on his back. Aerys fell back on the bed with a soft grunt.

“Aegon, I mean it-” Aerys brings his hands to the prince’s shoulders to keep some distance between their faces.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, kissing Aerys’ lips softly. 

The prince swung his leg over Aerys' lower body, straddling him. His lips parted to speak, but no words came out. Aerys could feel panic beginning to course through him. They mustn’t. This is wrong.

“I-we can’t.” Aerys sputtered, trying to scoot up the bed.

He gasped as Aegon pressed his weight down on him. He was pressing himself against Aerys’ growing bulge. Aegon leaned down, peppering wet kisses up and down Aerys’ neck. His cold hands slide underneath the young lord’s tunic, slightly pushing it up. The warmth makes Aerys’ skin pimple with goosebumps. Aerys wants to push him away, but he finds himself unable to. 

“Aegon,” he groans, feeling the prince’s teeth against his neck. 

Aegon retracts his hands, placing them on the sides of Aerys’ head. The prince pulled back just enough so they could face each other. Their noses gently grazed each other.

“I need this Aerys. I feel like I’m losing my mind. Please, help me.” The prince begged, his eyes brimming with tears.

Aerys wanted to say no. He wished that he was strong enough to deny the prince- that he was strong enough to deny himself. But the tremble in Aegon’s voice, the heartbreak in his eyes, and the desperation on his face were enough to break the young lord’s resolve.

“Please,” Aegon whispers, “I need this. I need you.”

Aerys’ hand cups the back of the prince’s head, pulling him in for a tender kiss. It feels nice. It's so lovely that Aerys has no problem pushing away those negative thoughts creeping in, instead choosing to lose himself in the prince’s touch. 

Aerys pushes himself up, sitting the two of them upright. Aegon giggles, a blissful smile covering his face. Aerys leaned forward, peppering kisses along the prince’s jaw and neck. Aegon whimpered, tilting his head to the side. His hand tangled itself in Aerys' hair, holding his head close. Aerys fingers begin deftly untying the laces on the front of Aegon’s tunic. They pulled back long enough for Aerys to pull it over the prince’s head and toss it over his shoulder. Then they're at it again. Aerys pressed sloppy kisses against the prince's neck and shoulders. 

His palms gripped Aegon’s hips, which were erratically pressing themselves against his, desperately chasing after some friction to ease the ache between his legs.

“‘m sorry,” he whines, “need to feel you against me.”

Aegon lowers his head, hiding in the side of Aerys’ neck. Aerys hissed, his nails digging into the prince’s skin, trying to slow Aegon’s movement. His cock was straining against his trousers, begging to be released.

“Please, I- mmn,” Aegon whispers, at a loss for words.

“Say it,” Aerys said. The commanding tone in his voice leaves no room for the prince to object. Not that Aerys believed he would.

“I want you.”

The reply isn’t good enough. Aerys lifts his hand, taking the prince’s chin between his thumb and index finger. 

 “Aegon, look at me.”

Once again, it’s a command, calm and authoritative enough to make the prince obey. His eyes flutter open, and Aerys can see they are glossed over with lust and desire. His hips struggle against Aerys' remaining hand, trying to move faster, but Aerys manages to keep his pace slow and steady. 

“Say it again.”

“I want you.”

“How?”

Aegon whines, a pitiful pout forming on his lips. “Aerys, I want you to fuck me.”

The words are crude, but they set the pit of Aerys’ stomach ablaze. Aerys holds Aegon close before rolling them over. The prince lands on his back with a soft laugh, a blissful smile covering his face. He pulls Aerys close for another kiss. Aerys’ fingers unlace the prince’s trousers. He can feel the man’s hard cock throbbing against his palm. Aegon holds the side of the young lord's neck, hissing as Aerys’ hand grazed his aching bulge. Aerys stands to his feet, and Aegon lifts his hips so the man can pull his trousers down. Aerys drops them to the ground. His breath hitched, and his mouth watered as he watched Aegon's cock pulse against his lower stomach, desperate for some relief. Aerys follows suit, ridding himself of his own restricting clothing. 

“There’s a vial in my pocket. Grab it, will you?” The prince points behind Aerys.

Aerys nods, reaching down to retrieve the vial. He inspects the glass vial, which is full of golden-yellow liquid, as he pulls it out.

“Oil?”

The prince nodded in confirmation. “It makes it easier.”

Aerys nods, climbing onto the bed. Aegon spreads his legs wider so that Aerys can slide between them. Aerys sat on his knees, breaking the seal of the vial. Aegon lifted his head, watching as Aerys coated his cock with the oil. Aerys gave himself a few strokes, properly coating his cock. His hips bucked against his touch. His body was glad to be touched finally. Aerys let out an amused snort as the prince’s eyes stayed glued to his hands.

“Shut up,” Aegon scorned.

Aerys gives no reply. He tilts the vial, letting some oil drip down to the prince’s hole. Aegon shivers, and the hair on his skin rises.

“Cold?” Aerys asked.

“A bit,” Aegon nods.

“Sorry,” Aerys apologizes, even though it’s not his fault.

“Just get inside me already.”

Aerys stopped, his head tilting in confusion.

“Don’t you need to be prepared first?” He asked, nodding towards the prince's bottom.

“I don’t care, just do it.” Aegon groans, trying to push himself on Aerys’ cock.

Aerys ignores his words, using a finger to work the oil into the prince’s hole. 

“Fuck, fuck,” The prince cries out.

Aerys’ index finger circles around the puckered entrance. He used the oil to help coax his finger inside. The muscles clenched as he worked his way inside. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” Aegon hisses.

Aerys freezes, unsure if he has done something wrong.

“Keep going,” Aegon groaned.

He continued his work until he could fit three fingers in with ease. Aerys retracted his hand. Aegon writhed beneath him, whimpering. Aerys lifts the prince’s legs before lining himself up.

“Please,” Aegon whines, pressing down on Aerys’ cock.

“Are you sure?” Aerys asks, any playfulness gone from his voice. He needed to know that Aegon was sure if they were going further.

“Mhm,” the prince nodded.

 He’s tight, but the work Aerys has put in makes it easier. They both groan as Aerys sinks his cock deeper. Aegon’s eyes are clamped shut, his mouth open wide, as his sinful noises echo in the air. 

Aerys kisses the prince’s neck, his tongue gliding down to his collarbones. He hears Aegon take a deep breath through his nose.

“I’ve missed you,” Aerys whispers into the man’s skin.

Aegon mewls at the confession. Aerys continues, planting butterfly kisses across the man’s chest. 

“I’ve missed your smile.”

The prince arches his back against Aerys' touch. Aegon’s head was thrown back, his brows pinched, and his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. His hip bucked underneath Aerys’ weight. 

“I’ve missed your voice.”

Aegon gasps so deliciously, his back arching deeper than before. The tip of his cock looked swollen and red, begging to be relieved. Aerys swiped his thumb over the tip, smearing the leaking precum along the shaft. Aegon yelps and shivers, his hips bucking against Aerys’. The man runs his fingers along the veins of his cock, from the tip to the base.

“Aerys, please!” He moans.

Aerys peers at him through dark eyelashes, amazed by the sight before him. How could a man so beautiful, so ethereal, be spread out before him like this- allowing him to touch him in such a way? 

“Gods!” Aegon hissed through gritted teeth. “It-it’s too much,” the prince gasps. “Fuck!”

“Shh,” Aerys cooed, his fingers gripping tighter on the man’s cock. “I’ve got you.”

With a low groan and stuttering hips, Aegon releases. Coating Aerys’ hand with hot cum. For a moment, the prince is nothing more than a flushed, babbling mess. Aerys gives him a moment to breathe. 

“That’s it, you’re doing good,” Aerys praises, smiling when Aegon responds with a choked gasp, his face growing red.

Aerys releases a shuddered breath as he sinks deeper. The feeling is overwhelming. Aerys’ body tenses, his nails dig into the prince’s hips, holding him in place as his warmth squeezes around Aerys’ throbbing cock. Aerys struggles to hold out, not wanting to reach his peak so soon. Aegon’s hands grab Aerys’ arms, fingernails digging into his skin. Aerys could hear his breathing stop almost completely.

“Breathe, Aegon,” he commands, “in and out. That’s it.” He praises as he watches the prince's chest move up and down.

“I’m gonna move now,” Aerys whispers before rolling his hips.

Aegon whines, one of his hands sneaking up to the back of Aerys’ neck, pulling his body closer. Aerys allows it, pressing his upper body against Aegons. He can feel Aegon’s cock rubbing against his stomach. 

“Fuck,” Aerys whispers. “You’re so beautiful.”

“You don’t have to s-say things like that.” The prince sputtered, grinding against Aerys’ cock.

“I want to. I mean it.”

Before the prince could speak, Aerys rolled his hips again, using the man’s body earnestly. Sweat started to bead on his forehead. There’s a fierce look of concentration on Aegon’s face as he tries to meet the man’s thrusts. The lewd sound of Aegon’s ass slapping against Aerys’ thigh echoed in the air. Aerys leans his face down, peppering soft kisses on the prince’s cheek. Aegon’s hand guides his head, pulling him in for a kiss. It was sloppy and wet. Their hot tongues coated each other with spit. Aerys rested his hands on both sides of the prince’s head, using them to hold himself up so he wouldn’t put too much weight on Aegon. However, the prince did not seem to appreciate his efforts.

Aegon hooked his legs around the man’s waist. His strong arms wrapped around Aerys’ shoulders, pulling him closer so their chests were pressed against each other. Aerys dropped onto his elbows, his hips moving faster, eager to find his release. He pulled away with a gasp; his lungs burned, desperate for air. Aerys buries himself into the crook of the prince’s neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. 

“Gods, I love you, ” Aerys whispers.

He stills as he feels a wetness connecting with his ear. Aerys raises his head slightly, enough to see Aegon’s eyes rolled back, his cheeks puffy and stained with tears. Aerys feels his balls tighten, but he slows his pace.

“No!” The prince whimpered. “Keep going, please!”

His fingers grip Aerys’ waist, and the heels of his feet dig into the flesh of Aerys’ ass.

“ahh fuck,” Aerys moaned.

“F-fuck,” Aegon moaned out with him. 

Aerys pressed wet kisses to Aegon’s cheek, enjoying the salty taste of his tears mixing with his sweat. Aerys wanted more of him. No, he needed more of him. 

“Fuck, I’m close.” Aerys groans, his hips pounding relentlessly into the prince’s stretched hole.

Aegon’s hands cup the sides of Aerys’ face, pressing their foreheads together. Once more, they stare at each other through dark lashes. Aerys' long hair fell forward, blocking them from the world around them. It was only them. They were all that mattered.

The prince's eyes are burning with lust and need. 

“You’re mine, Aerys.” Aegon huffs. “Mine.” He smiles triumphantly.

Aerys says nothing, putting all his energy into his thrusts.

“Say it.”

Aerys can hear the jealousy in his voice.

“I’m yours,” he reassures, blinded by his pleasure.

Aegon hums, pleased with his answer. The prince knits his brows together as he grinds his hips down against Aerys’ cock. Aerys’ nails dug into the prince’s hips, holding them up slightly as he thrusts. His hips jerked forward wildly as he emptied himself inside of Aegon. The prince followed suit, this time spilling his cum against Aerys’ stomach.

The two lay there, boneless. Their heavy breath was hot against each other's faces. Aerys carefully pulled himself from the prince’s abused hole. Aegon hissed, his nail digging into the man’s skin. They shared another kiss. This one was sweet and slow. Neither of them had the energy to kiss each other with the vigor they had before. Aerys pulled back, pressing a soft kiss on the prince’s head before rolling off him. His back hit the thin blanket, and his arms rested on his heaving chest. Aerys turns his head to find Aegon staring at him. The two stare into each other's eyes before breathing a shared laugh.

Aerys groaned, sitting himself up. He moved to the small table, grabbing his goblet. Aegon scooted up the bed, resting on the nearly flat feather pillow. Aerys took a sip of wine before handing it off to Aegon. 

“You should probably be drinking water, but I’m afraid this is all we’ve got.”

“How dreadful,” Aegon smirked, taking the goblet in hand.

When the man is done with the goblet, Aerys retrieves it and sets it back on the table before pulling on his trousers.

“Are you leaving?” Aegon asked.

“We should get back to the castle, should we not?”

The prince shakes his head. “We should rest for a bit.”

Aerys shifted awkwardly on his feet.

“Besides, I’m not sure I’m up for much walking right now.” The prince teased.

Aerys felt the heat rise in his face. He dropped his gaze to his feet. Aegon patted the bed beside him. Aerys climbed back into the bed. They pulled back the blanket, crawling under it. The prince decided to lay on Aerys, his head on his chest and his arms curled around his sides. Softening under his touch, Aerys wraps his arms around his prince. One of his hands toyed with Aegon’s hair, patting down the messy locks that tickled his face. 

Aerys was content, happy even. Happier than he had been in years. Yet the knowledge that this night would come to an end began gnawing at his mind. He shook his head. His impending guilt and shame would have to wait. 

-

Dark shadows blanketed the walls of the room. The light nearly snuffed out as the candles burned dangerously low, and every now and then, random sounds of wood creaking would echo through the air. As Aerys took a deep breath, his nose was filled with the mixture of both their scents. It filled his chest with a deep sense of peace and calmness. He was content.

Aerys tensed as he felt Aegon trail his fingers across the rows of scars that now marred his stomach. There were so many now that it was obvious where they had come from.

“Do you still do it?” The prince questioned quietly.

“No,” he answered through gritted teeth.

He felt the prince nod against his skin.

“How are you feeling?” Aerys asked, running his hand up and down Aegon's back, hoping desperately that the prince would move on.

“A bit sore.” The prince sighed, raising his head to look up at Aerys.

Aerys' face must have held a worried expression because the prince quickly shook his head.

“You make love like a woman,” Aegon quipped.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No, I liked it.” The prince smiled, nuzzling into Aerys’ chest.

The young lord had lost track of how long they had been lying here. They had both dozed off shortly after they coupled. When he awoke, he found Aegon still curled up in his arms, tracing the lines on his stomach with his finger.

“You know. . .” The prince chuckled. “I used to imagine this very moment.”

Aerys kept his chin resting on the top of Aegon’s head. His hands stilled, slightly loosening his grip on the prince’s arm. Aerys swallowed the spit pooling in his mouth. He winced as it went down his throat harsher than expected. It seemed his emotions were tired of waiting. The weight of what they had done was creeping onto his shoulders. Guilt and shame were beginning to spread through his chest like pesky weeds. 

“That night you left was awful, but the morning was even worse. When I woke up, the first thing I wanted to do was seek you out. Then I remembered you were gone.” 

There was a slight tremble in his voice as he spoke. Aerys wasn’t used to this, talking after sex. Usually, the whores would happily take his money and wave gleefully as he left. Shouting for him to come again. But this was different. The air that had comforted him felt almost suffocating now.

“Perhaps we should head back now,” he suggested, ignoring the prince’s confession.

The man pushed the prince back slightly, just enough to crawl out from under him. Aerys bent down, pulling on his socks and boots. He could feel Aegon’s eyes burning into his back. He stood to his feet, reaching to the ground to grab his discarded tunic. His skin itched. The need to be cleansed gnawed at him. He wanted to return to the castle to scrub himself clean.

“Did I do something wrong?” Aegon asked timidly.

Aerys turned his head to look at him. That was a mistake. The prince’s brows were pinched together, and his lips were turned into a sad little frown. His eyes welled up with tears.

Aerys shrugged the tunic over his head and shoulders. He shook his head. “No, of course not.”

“Aerys, I'm sorry if it’s about what I said. I understand why you left-”

“It’s not about that Aegon.” The young lord sighed. “Look, can we just. . . go back to the castle?”

“Will you tell me what I’ve done?”

“You’ve done nothing wrong,” Aerys shrugged.

“Then why are you being this way?!” The prince asked, raising his voice.

Aerys stopped, his eyes narrowing at the prince. He turned with a slight scoff, bending down to fetch his cloak. Quickly, his fingers tied the laces around his neck. 

“Wait, wait!” Aegon pleaded, jumping up from the bed.

Aerys moved to take his leave. Aegon quickly stepped in front of him, grabbing him by his forearms. He moved one hand to cup Aerys’ face. The touch sends a shiver down his spine.

“I’m sorry, alright? Let's just go back to bed.”

“Aegon,” Aerys sighed, pulling his face back. “I need to get back to the castle.”

“Everyone is still sleeping, there’s no need to rush-”

“Why must I beg you?” Aerys sneered. “If you will not return with me, then at least let me go on my own.”

The prince dropped his hands to his sides. Aerys watched as his face hardened.

“Why must you beg me?” He snickered. “It is I who should be asking that question. Why must I beg you to stay at my side? Why do you insist on resisting me as if I am some sort of plague?”

“You know why.”

Aegon scoffed loudly. “Because you are a coward. A sad little boy who runs away at the first sign of adversity.”

Aerys' jaw clenched in anger. His hands balled into fists at his sides.

“Are you finished?” He gritted his teeth.

The prince’s face softened, his eyes blinking rapidly.

“Do you think I want to feel this way for you?” Aegon’s voice is low. His lips trembled as he fought back tears.

Aerys shifted his weight between his feet. His breath hitched in his throat, and his blood pumped loudly in his ears.

“Aegon-”

“You don’t think I want to be a better man? You don’t think I want to be the good, honorable man that you’ve always believed I could be?”

“Aegon-“

“I love you, Aerys! You are the love of my life, and it kills me that I cannot be with you. It kills me that you continue to run away from me. I don’t know who I am without you. I’ve spent the past five years waiting for you. I would watch the skies day and night praying to any god that would listen to bring you back to me.”

Aerys looked down in shame, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“The first two weeks after you left, I couldn’t eat. I could hardly sleep. I spent my time drinking and whoring, doing anything I could to free myself from these chains you have wrapped around my heart.” 

Aegon waved his hands out to the side before dropping them, letting them smack against his legs. His tears flowed freely as he began to sob. He wiped his eyes, breathing in before he continued.

“None of it worked. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was you. My every thought, my every dream, my every wish. . .It’s all you.”

Aerys’ own eyes burned with tears. He swallows the thick lump of sadness in his throat. The young lord prays to the gods to strike him down now. Death would be kinder than this aching pain in his chest.

“You think I want to be in this position? That I wouldn’t give up everything to be able to escape all of this and run away with you?!”

“Aegon, please. . .” Aerys begs, unable to hear anymore.

“I thought we were past this?” Aegon whispers. “You- you kissed me. You made love to me. You told me you love me-”

“Words spoken in the heat of the moment,” Aerys shook his head. “I did not expect you to take them to heart.”

Aegon scoffed, taking a step back. “So it meant nothing to you?”

“Of course it did!” Aerys scrunched his face in frustration. “Aegon, nothing has changed. You’re married, you-”

“None of that matters! Say the word, and I will leave it all behind.” The prince moved closer, taking Aerys’ hands into his own. “I asked you once, years ago. To leave this place with me. The offer still stands. We could go and disappear from all of this. We could do whatever we want. We’d drink the rarest of wines, dine on the finest foods, and be free to be with each other. We could leave all of this behind.”

A small, pitiful smile spreads across the prince’s face. His eyes gleam with hope. A deep silence took over the room as Aerys searched the man’s face for anything to tell him that the man wasn’t serious. But he found nothing. The prince meant every word.

“You talk of wanting to be an honorable man, yet now you speak of running away? Of abandoning your family?” Aerys shook his head in disbelief.

The prince’s smile dropped. His face contorted in a mixture of pain and shock. Aerys pulled his hands free from the prince’s grasp.

“This was a mistake,” he whispered, brushing past Aegon to the door.

He slammed it shut behind him, quickly rushing to the end of the hall and descending the stairs. His eyes welled with tears, almost blinding him. They fell as he attempted to blink them away. The inn had settled down a bit but was still crowded. Aerys slipped through the crowd, desperately trying to get outside. He needed air to free him from the invisible hand squeezing his throat. He needed to feel the cold breeze of the night sky against his skin. 

The young lord stumbled out of the building, nearly falling to his knees on the cold cobblestone street. His head turned left and right, unfamiliar with his surroundings. In the end, he chose to head right, walking as fast as his legs could go.

—

The castle was quiet, eerily quiet. Aerys had finally made his way back to the red keep. It took some time, but he found his way. He had felt guilty for abandoning Aegon, but he quickly reassured himself that the prince would be fine. He had been venturing out into the city since he was old enough to do so. Aerys stripped himself of his clothes, leaving them piled on the floor. Cold water droplets trickled down his skin as he scrubbed himself with a wet rag. Aerys did not wish to trouble the maids with preparing a bath at this hour. So he settled for a simple bowl of cold water and a washcloth. The hair on his body stood up as the chilly night air poured into the room. 

He hissed as the drenched rag moved over his groin. The lord stared at the stone wall, keeping his own body out of view of the mirror. He could not bear to look at himself. 

The night's events replayed in his head over and over again. He had been so stupid, so weak. Once again, history seemed to be repeating itself. Tears stung his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He could still feel the prince’s hands on his skin. The way his fingernails dug into the skin of his arms. The most troubling part wasn’t that it happened, but that Aerys enjoyed it. He wanted more. 

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath.

He dropped the rag back into the bowl. Aerys went to his bed, not bothering to dry his skin. He needed to stop thinking. The man slipped under the covers and curled up into a ball. Sleep, he needed to sleep.

—

The sound of loud footsteps awoke Aerys from his slumber. He lifted his head from the soft pillows beneath him. Loud voices and equally loud footsteps echoed from behind the door. Aerys moved onto his feet, quickly shuffling around the room to dress himself. He attempted to wipe the sleepiness away from his eyes as he walked to the door. He grasped the doorknob, trying to open the door, but it would not budge. Aerys placed both hands on the doorknob, fidgeting with it. Was it locked? He began to pound his palm against the door.

“What is the meaning of this?”

There was no reply. Aerys used one hand to jiggle the doorknob and the other to beat against the door. The footsteps and chatter began to fade away. Aerys moved to the bell beside his bed to call for a maid. He rang several times before he dropped his hand with a deep groan.

“Fuck. . .” He murmured.

His head was pounding, most likely from all the wine he had consumed the night before. Aerys moved to the window, pushing open the wooden shutters. Down below, all he could see was the empty gardens. The sky was beginning to lighten, and the birds were starting to sing their songs. Though the cold chill of morning still hung heavily in the air. What in the seven hells was happening? Aerys scrunched his eyes closed. None of this was helping his headache. The man moved back over to the door, attempting to pull it open again. 

“I demand to know what is happening! I demand an audience with the king!”

Once again, he received no response. Aerys continued to fiddle with the doorknob, but after minutes of no results, he stopped. The man pressed his head against the cold door. Why was this happening? He racked his brain, trying desperately to come up with an explanation. Surely, his grandsire would never allow this to happen. To be treated like some sort of prisoner in his family's house. Unless. . . His blood ran cold. Did he know? Had his grandsire found out what he had done? How he had disgraced himself, how he had defiled the prince. 

Aegon.

Aerys' chest began to ache as the man came to his mind. How did everything go so wrong so quickly? It was him. There was no one Aerys could blame but himself. No, Aerys was as willing a participant as Aegon was. He could have left, but he didn’t. The man was weak and had given in to sin. He had allowed himself to give in to his lust and depravity. Therefore, he must take whatever punishment awaited him. Aerys knew his grandsire could be easily persuaded. It wouldn’t take much for him to convince his grandsire of his innocence, but Aerys would do no such thing.

He deserved to be punished. If what he had done were to get out, it would disgrace both of his houses. Aerys was disgusted with himself. No, he had to be punished. The man moved over to his wardrobe, quickly disposing of his simple black robe. He had to get ready. No doubt the king would send for him soon. The morning bells from the sept had begun to ring. Aerys could hear them in the distance. For a moment, he debated whether to pray to the gods for forgiveness or mercy, but he decided against it. He deserves neither of those things. The man had made his bed. 

—

Aerys stared down at the ring on his finger. His eyes trailed over every inch of his mother’s enameled face. Would she hate him? Is she looking down on him in shame or disgust? It pained him to think of it. He was grateful she wasn’t around to see this. She deserved better than this pitiful excuse for a son. 

The sound of the door unlocking caught his attention. He raised his head, quickly rising to his feet. Finally, he had been waiting for hours. The sky was so dark it almost looked black. Aerys clenched his hands into fists as he watched Queen Alicent enter the room. She stopped just a few feet away from him, her hands clasped together tightly. 

Her eyes were slightly puffy and red, as though she had been crying not too long ago. The room was quiet, too quiet for Aerys’ liking. The queen avoided his eyes for a moment before clearing her throat. Aerys could feel his hands becoming clammy. He could feel his stomach tighten up, bile rising in his throat. Blood pounded in his ears. Fingernails dug into the palms of his hands as he struggled to breathe. Aerys clenched his jaw, ready for whatever she would throw at him.

“The king is dead.”

The man froze. He had not been prepared for this at all. Aerys furrowed his brows, scrunching his face in disbelief. No, this could not be. He thought they would have more time.

“How?”

“In his sleep, there was no pain.”

His eyes welled with tears. The man nodded his head in understanding, quickly blinking away his tears. Aerys dropped his head to stare at his boots. This was all so sudden. He had never imagined that last night would be the last time he saw his grandfather. His mind drifted towards Rhaenyra. How saddened she will be when she hears the news. They both knew it was coming, but it didn’t make it hurt any less.

The man shifted back and forth on his heels. His mind started to race, confusion and grief clouding his thoughts. The king had died peacefully in his sleep. So why would they have to lock him up in his bedchamber?

Aerys felt his heart stop. Suddenly, it was all becoming clear. The king was dead, and Rhaenyra was on Dragonstone. Far away from the throne. It would take a day or two for the news to reach her by raven. That would be all the time they needed.

He raised his head, eyes narrowing at the Queen. His hands clenched into fists once again.

“You’re usurping the throne.”

“It was the king's dying wish-”

Aerys scoffed, “I’m sure.”

“Believe me or not, it is of no consequence.”

Aerys hummed and crossed his arms over his chest. 

“And tell me, who else was there to corroborate this claim?”

“No one.” She pursed her lips, fiddling with her fingernails.

Aerys chuckled dubiously. He turned away, leaving the queen to stare at the back of his head. His heart was racing, though with anger instead of fear or sadness this time. She’s lying. She had to be. Aerys would not believe for a second that his grandsire had wavered on his decision to name Rhaenyra his heir, especially on his deathbed with no other witness other than his wife, who has been vying for her son to be placed on the throne for years. 

“Does Aegon know of this?” He asked, his voice shaking, afraid of the answer.

“That is not important.”

He could hear the woman shuffle her feet from behind him. Aerys sighed heavily, spinning around on his heel. Queen Alicent avoided his gaze for a moment. Her dark eyes trailed every corner of the room before meeting his own.

“Do you truly hate her so much?”

The woman stilled, her eyes widened at the question.

Her head tilted slightly to the side. “What?”

“Rhaenyra,” he clarified.

Tears began to fill her eyes, though she tried to blink them away. She shuffled back and forth on her feet, her hands clenched tightly.

“She told me the two of you used to be friends, close friends. You went everywhere together, did everything together, and shared your secrets. Now you’re stealing her throne and putting her to the sword.”

“I have no intentions of-”

“Of executing her?” A deep scowl covered his face. “Surely you cannot be that naive.”

“I intend to send peace terms-”

Aerys scoffed loudly, his anger rising inside his chest. “Peace terms.”

“If she agrees-”

“If she agrees, then what? Then, she and her children will be allowed to live in peace? If you intend to start a war, you should at least approach it with some pragmatism.” He spat, his words laced with venom.

“That is why I am here, Aerys.” The queen walked forward, taking the man’s hands into her own.

Aerys stiffened, and his lip curled in disgust. The queen ignored it, gripping his hands tightly. 

“I came here to ask for your support. You are the only child of her sister, the princess Naerys. Rhaenyra has cared for you since you were a boy. She trusts you; she listens to you. I do not believe she would do anything to jeopardize your safety. Perhaps together, we could convince her to bend the knee.” She reasoned, with a pleading look in her eyes.

Aerys rolled his eyes, pulling his hands away and dropping them to his sides.

“So that’s what this is. You intend to use me as a hostage to keep her in line?!”

“I would like you to join our cause and accept Aegon as your king,” she sighed. “The two of you have always been close. Ever since you were boys, the two of you were inseparable. And I believe your. . . fondness for him has not lessened over the years. As I know, his has not lessened for you.”

Aerys felt his mouth run dry. The time has come. The time he had been dreading his entire life. Since he was old enough to understand the difference between a son and a daughter in this world, he would have to choose. The thought filled his stomach with dread. He could feel the bile beginning to rise in his throat. Surely, Aegon had not agreed to this. He had said it more times than Aerys could count. He had no wish to rule. He had no desire for the iron throne. 

And Rhaenyra. Did they believe the woman would bend the knee? Of course not; that would be foolish. They would have no choice but to kill her before she could call her banners. 

Aerys cared for Aegon. He truly did. As ashamed as he was to admit it, he loved him. More than he should have. But was that enough to make him betray the woman who had raised him? Even if, by some miracle, Rhaenyra was spared, her children would not be. There would be no way they would be able to coexist. War would ensue. If not now, perhaps in a few years, but it would happen. Of that, Aerys had no doubt. Aerys closed his eyes, breathing deeply through his nose. He turned around, leaving the queen to face his back once again. His fist clenched together, nails digging into the palms of his hands. 

The woman sighed deeply.

“If war ensues, many will die, Aerys. Please consider it.”

No more words were spoken as she finally took her leave. The door slammed shut behind her. Aerys listened as her footsteps receded from the room and the door locked shut behind her. The second she was gone, he ran to the table, emptying the contents of his stomach into a bowl until nothing was left. When he was done, the man let his body slump onto the wooden chair at the table. The aching pain in his head had returned, even stronger than before. His eyes trailed down to the ring on his finger. Tears he had been struggling to deny now slid down his face freely. 

He didn’t want this; he didn’t want any of this. Aerys did not want to choose between the two people in the world who meant the most to him. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, before burying his face in his hands—a sorrowful attempt to drown out his sobs.

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The Dragon's Gold

Chapter Nine

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Aerys Reyne (male oc)

Summary: Aerys Reyne, son of Naerys Targaryen, the second-born daughter of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, has been best friends with Aegon since childhood. As boys, they had been inseparable. Many said that it reminded them of the early days of King Jaehaerys reign. When the princes Aemon and Baelon were still children. Wherever one boy was, it wasn't long before the other came running behind him. That was until forbidden desires of the heart forced a wedge between them. After the death of his grandsire, King Viserys, Aerys finds himself torn between two sides: stand by his oldest friend or stand by the only mother he has ever known.

Warning: mentions of fasting, suicidal thoughts, choking

a/n: No beta, so I apologize for grammar and spelling mistakes. Also, if anyone wishes to be tagged in future updates, just let me know!

Aerys

The following two weeks after his grandsires death had come and gone in a blur. The pounding in Aerys’ head had yet to go away. His cries only seemed to make the pain worse. Aerys spent most of his days weeping. Even when the maid delivered his food morning, noon, and night, he could not stop. The man couldn’t care less about his pride. Lucerys was dead. 

When the dowager queen informed him, Aerys refused to believe it. He raged at her, calling her a liar, a traitor, and every other foul name he could think of. When that wasn’t enough, he cursed the gods, both old and new. He destroyed everything within his reach. Luke was gone- dead, murdered by that one-eyed coward who’d rather pick fights with boys than men.

Aerys glared at the stone wall in front of him. His fingers fiddled with the blue-painted dragon in his hands. It was a gift for Viserys, but he had forgotten to give it to him. A deep sadness filled his chest as he thought of the boys. He had not said goodbye to either of them before they left for Dragonstone. And now, there was a chance he would never see them again. There was a chance he would never see any of them again- Nyra, Jace, Joffrey, Rhaena, Baela. 

War was coming, and there was no telling which side would prevail. Or if that victory would be worth the price. The war hasn’t even truly begun yet, and already, it has cost Nyra a son. How many more would she lose before this was over? And Aegon. He had children of his own. Would his poor children meet the same fate as Luke? Would their lives be stolen from them before they even have the chance to live them? The gods are cruel. The stranger comes for them all, no matter how innocent or corrupt.

Aerys’ body ached. He had sat at the round table in his bedchamber since he awoke. Aerys found himself unable to go back to sleep. So he decided to sit at the table and had not moved since. A maid delivered his breakfast hours ago, but he did not eat it. The plate sat in the middle of the table, untouched. 

The sound of the doors being unlocked made him blink; his eyes stung from staring at the wall for so long. He turned his head, watching as the doors were pushed open wide. They slammed hard against the walls, making loud banging noises. The dreadful noise made Aerys wince. The sound of a child’s laughter filled the air. Aerys watched silently as Aegon sped into the room, holding a child in his arms. The child giggled, clinging tightly onto Aegon’s shoulders as the man spun around in circles. Aegon placed the boy onto the ground, laughing as he stumbled, trying to stay on his feet. It would have been a heartwarming sight had it not been for the prolonged sadness that plagued Aerys’ heart.

“Are you alright, Jaehaerys?” Aegon asks through his laughter, placing his hands on the boy’s shoulders to keep him steady.

Jaehaerys looked up to his father, nodding his head with a broad smile.

“Good boy,” Aegon smiled, patting the boy on his head.

Aegon lifted his head to look at Aerys, but the lord quickly turned away, avoiding his gaze. This was their first time in the same room since that night at the inn. And truth be told, Aerys had been thankful for that. He did not have the courage to face Aegon. He did not think he had it even now. But he supposed it was inevitable. They would have to meet again eventually; they might as well get it over with.

Aerys could hear their footsteps drawing closer. He kept his head low; his eyes stared at his bare feet. It wasn’t long before he could see their boots from the corner of his eye. 

“Jaehaerys, this is your cousin and a dear old friend of mine, Aerys. Aerys, you remember my son, don’t you?”

Aerys gave a simple nod but did not look their way.

“Aerys was there the day you and your sister were born. He stayed by my side until you both came into the world. Say hello,” Aegon whispered the last two words, nudging the boy to speak.

“Hello,” Jaehaerys said bashfully.

Aerys gave no reply.

This did not seem to bode well with Aegon, who loudly cleared his throat. “My son has said hello.”

Aerys closed his eyes tightly, inhaling deeply through his nose. He lifted his head as he exhaled, trying to keep himself calm.

“I apologize,” he said, looking at the little boy. With a small smile, he replied, “Hello, Jaehaerys.”

Aegon let out a pleased hum, his hands sitting on the small boy's shoulders as he stood behind him proudly. Aerys looked the boy over, taking in his appearance. He believed the boy had his mother's face. Except for his eyes, they looked to be the same as his father's. Jaehaerys seemed distracted. Aerys’ eyes followed the boy's gaze until they landed on the blue dragon in his hands. His fingers tightened around the dragon. The toy was meant to be a gift for Viserys, but now, Aerys did not know if he would ever see the boy again.

Aerys turned his head back to Jaehaerys. The boy’s eyes lit up as he stared at the toy. He turned his eyes to glance at Aerys before quickly looking away.

“Would you like it?” Aerys asked, holding out the toy for Jaehaerys to take.

The boy stared at him, unsure. He turned his head up to his father, who nodded. Jaehaerys turned back to Aerys and nodded his head. Aerys loosened his grip on the dragon, letting the boy take it. A wide smile crossed the boy's face as he excitedly showed it to his father.

“It’s lovely. Why don’t you show Ser Arryk your new toy? Go on,” Aegon smiled, sending the boy to the white cloak who stood watch at the door.

Aegon clapped his hands together. “Now, onto our business, shall we?”

“How is Agana?” Aerys asked hurriedly.

“Hmm?” Aegon hummed, “Oh, she’s fine.” The man waved his hand casually.

Aerys asked nothing else as Aegon rounded the table, taking a seat across from him. Aegon seemed to have some newfound confidence within him. Though aerys supposed any man who had just been crowned and named Lord of The Seven Kingdoms would. Aegon stared at Aerys expectantly. When Aerys did not move or speak, Aegon huffed, drumming his hands on the table before he spoke.

“Alright, I’ll go first, then. My mother has informed me that you remain neutral. I have come here, against her wishes, to ask you to declare for me.”

Aerys was at a loss for words. He hadn’t expected this would be the first thing they would talk about since that night at the inn.

“And if I don’t?” Aerys inquired curiously.

Aegon paused, staring at Aerys in complete perplexity. “Why wouldn’t you? I am the king's firstborn son. My father-”

“Your father declared that Rhaenyra would inherit the throne, not you.”

“He changed his mind.”

“Really?” Aerys scoffed, “With no one but your mother as a witness?”

“My mother would not lie to me about this.”

“It doesn’t make sense, Aegon. Why would he wait until his deathbed? Why, in twenty years, did he never mention any doubts? Why would he not proclaim it before his court when he had reaffirmed Luke-” 

Aerys gasped. The mere utterance of Luke's name brought him to tears. He closed his eyes and dropped his head. He bit his lip, breathing deeply through his nose to fight back his sadness. Aerys felt a soft hand grasp his own. Usually, he would have pulled away, but he needed the comfort. He craved it. The two weeks of isolation were beginning to weigh down on him.

“I am sorry about that,” Aegon whispered loud enough for only Aerys to hear. “I know he meant a great deal to you.”

Aerys shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. The deed is done.”

The two men stilled, staring at one another. Aerys wondered what was going on in the man’s head. Did Luke’s death mean nothing to him? The two of them had been friends once.

“I want- no. I need you at my side, Aerys. Together, you and I can lead this realm to greatness.”

Aerys furrowed his brow, “What do you mean?”

Aegon smiled; his eyes flickered to the door before he leaned in closer. Aerys did the same, listening intently.

“I wish for you to serve as my hand.”

Aerys tilted his head in confusion. “Your hand?”

Aegon nodded in confirmation.

“And is your grandfather aware that you’re taking away his seat at the table?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Aegon waved his hand. “I am the king. It is my choice.”

Aerys dropped his gaze to their hands, realizing they were still connected. Neither of the two had pulled away yet. 

“All those years you’ve spent with your head stuck in books,” Aegon smirked, “You’re probably wiser than all those pretentious, self-serving lords who sit on my council.”

“If I do this, will you spare Rhaenyra?”

Aegon froze, and the smirk he had on his face vanished. In an instant, his face dropped completely. Aerys suddenly regretted asking the question, but he had to know. Aegon sighed and pulled his hand away. Aerys shifted uncomfortably in his seat, awaiting the man’s response. Aegon rubs a hand over his forehead, contemplating.

“My mother believes you can help us come to some sort of... peace with Rhaenyra. If you can get her to renounce her claim and bend the knee, I shall pardon her and all those who have sworn fealty to her cause.”

“And if I can’t?”

Aegon sighed wearily, “You already know.”

Aerys lowered his eyes to the table. Indeed, he did know. He began fiddling with the ring on his small finger. He wondered what his mother would do. What she would want him to do. He could side with Aegon, but that would mean betraying Rhaenyra. If he sided with Aegon, he would be participating in the usurpation of her inheritance. If Rhaenyra did not agree to their peace terms, he would have no choice but to fight against her. And Luke, he would be betraying him too. If he sided with the Greens, that would mean siding with Aemond. Rhaenyra would hate him. She would want him dead. They all would. Jace, Baela, Rhaena, all of them would all want him dead. A loud ringing sound filled his ears. The pounding in his head was returning.

“It is a difficult decision. I will return in the morning for your answer.” Aegon said, tapping the table a few more times before standing.

He rounded the table, placing a firm hand on Aerys’ shoulder and squeezing. It was a silent plea. A plea for help from his oldest friend. His first friend. The man who had weaved his way into his heart and refused to leave. Aerys closed his eyes and listened as the man’s footsteps receded. It wasn’t until he heard the door lock again that he dropped his head in his hands, tears sliding down his face.

-

Aerys stared blankly at the plate in front of him. It was too dark to make out what was on the plate now. It had been delivered hours ago. The entire room was dark. Aerys had remained seated at the table even after Aegon had left. He had not bothered to light another candle when the one the maid left behind had burned out. His throat was hoarse; even the quietest whimper made him squirm in discomfort. His eyes burned, but he was unable to shed any more tears.

Aerys had no idea what was going on outside of his room. He had received no more visitors besides the maid who delivered food and wine. However, she seemed just about as clueless as he did. All he knew was that Aegon had been crowned, Princess Rhaenys had fled on dragonback to join Nyra’s cause, and Lucerys was dead. Aerys breathed deeply through his nose as he leaned his head back. 

He had no idea how well his winged companion was fairing compared to him. Aegon’s nonchalant answer did nothing to soothe his worries. The maid who delivered his food had no information about Agana. Aerys found it difficult to believe the she-dragon was doing much better. She had been trapped within the dragon pit for a fortnight, unable to roam free like she had been for the past few years on Dragonstone. Oh, how he wished he could see her. There was nothing in this world he wanted more than to see her. Just a glimpse. He didn’t even need to touch her.

Aerys groaned, his body stiff from sitting in the hard wooden chair all day. His stomach rumbled and clenched tightly like a balled fist, but the discomfort wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. Aerys had gone days without food before. Fasting was a way of paying penance to the gods for his sins. Even if he wished to eat, the man doubted he could. Instead, he settled on numbing himself on wine. There was nothing else for him to do. They kept him locked away in this room, with no one but the rats standing guard over him to keep him company.

They were not the friendliest of companions. Through the darkness, he could feel their dark, beady eyes staring at him, waiting. Aerys had to stomp his feet now and then so they would keep their distance. He could hear them now, squeaking and chattering their teeth, desperate to satisfy their hunger. The sounds frightened him when he was a child and when he first came to his grandfather’s court. Of course, there were rats in Castamere, but not nearly as many as there seemed to be here. This castle seemed to serve as one giant nest for them. When the day ended, and the castle went dark, you could only hear the maddening sounds of tiny feet pitter-pattering against stone and wood. 

Aerys sniffled, and a loud screech filled the air as he pushed his chair back. He could hear his bones crack as he stood up. His eyes found the sliver of moonlight peeking under the window shutters. He could hear the rats scatter as he stumbled over to the window. Blindly, his hands ran over the wood, trying to find the latch. The man sighed in relief when his hands finally ran over the cool metal. A sudden wind blew into the room as he opened the window shutters. He squinted his eyes as they adjusted to the light of the moon and stars sitting high above them.

Aerys leaned over, resting his arms on the windowsill. He peeked his head over, staring down at the ground far below. It looked to be a great distance. Indeed, a fall this high would be fatal. Aerys felt a sudden urge to jump. Never in his life could he recall feeling such a strong urge before. It was as if something or someone was whispering in his ear, telling him to jump. His head began pounding again, and he was filled with a sense of disgust and repulsion. The man felt like he was going to be sick. 

He closed his eyes, trying desperately to focus on the waves of the Blackwater Bay. Dragonstone was on the other side, guarding the edge of the bay. It was a short distance from the capital. It was even shorter on dragonback. Aerys let out a shuddered breath, and a familiar sting returned to his eyes. No doubt the loss of Lucerys is hanging heavy over all of those on Dragonstone. Though he knew no one felt it more than Rhaenyra. The woman had just lost a child, her son. Aerys could not begin to imagine her pain, her grief. He wished to go to her, to be by her side.

But alas, he could not. He was trapped—held hostage in this prison, high above the ground. Aerys was unsure of what fate awaited him. He was afraid, not for himself, but for his family. The impossible choice weighed heavily on his mind. Aegon or Rhaenyra. Whichever side he chose would most likely mean death for the other. Aegon’s offer did not seem so appealing. There would be no chance for peace now, not that he believed there ever was. Indeed, any chance of that had ended with Luke’s death. Aerys was no fool. He knew that Luke was only the first. Many more would die before this war was ended. He believed he would be among them.

He could do it now. He could end it now, take the choice away from himself. They could not make him choose if he were dead. The dowager queen was holding him hostage. In hopes he could help them make Rhaenyra bend the knee. Aerys believed the woman to be a fool. Rhaenyra had raised him, yes, but he was not her son. Why would she relinquish her claim for him? Especially after they had taken Luke from her.

Aerys shook his head. They would want retribution for Luke’s death. The man was surprised it had not happened yet. Perhaps they were simply biding their time, waiting for the right moment to strike. Aemond is a prince. The man most likely always has a guard or two with him. And even if he didn’t, he was a skilled fighter. They couldn’t send just anyone to take him out. Not if they wanted their plan to succeed anyway. 

The sounds of chaos suddenly filled the air. Aerys watched as guards began fleeing back and forth across the gardens below, barking commands. What was happening? Was the city under attack? Had Rhaenyra been able to gather an army so soon? Or were they approaching on the dragon back? Did they mean to settle this now?

Shouting could be heard coming from the hall outside of his door. Then his door was being pounded on, the knobs shaking violently. The noise made Aerys jump. Had they come to kill him? He would have no way of protecting himself. They had confiscated his sword and daggers long ago. The man clenched his fists in an attempt to stop the trembling. If this was to be his end, then so be it. He would face the stranger with no fear.

He could hear the doors unlock, and in an instant, they were pushed open. The doors slammed against the stone walls so harshly that Aerys would be surprised if they had not splintered. He barely had time to register what was happening before Aegon entered the room. The man looked around, whipping his head side to side like a wild animal searching for some unforeseen threat. He stopped when his eyes found Aerys at the window.

“Aegon?” Aerys called as the man rushed towards him.

Aerys had no time to say another word before being pushed backward. The window sill dug painfully into the skin of his lower back. For a moment, the fear of being pushed from the window bolted through his body. But instead, clammy hands wrapped themselves around his throat, holding him in place. He finds himself rendered helpless as Aegon’s strength, together with his weight, leans on him. Aerys thought he would snap his neck. Small, rugged gasps were all that escaped Aerys’ throat. He tries to pry the man's hand away but lacks the strength to do so. 

“Ae...gon,” Aerys croaked, desperately trying to push the man away. Aegon’s grip only tightened.

“Did you have something to do with this?! Did you know?!” Aegon seethed, eye blazing with fury.

Beads of spit landed on Aerys’ face, but he did not care. His head was spinning, and he could feel himself slowly slipping away. His vision clouded, and he found it difficult to focus on Aegon’s face. Aerys thought he could hear a woman’s voice in the background, though he could not make out what she was saying.

He had been choking at first, but now, no air could press through, and Aerys found himself unwillingly calmed down, staring blankly at Aegon as if asking what he was doing. Was he going to kill him? Now? Like this? 

Suddenly, as if Aegon had heard the question, he let go. Aerys released ragged gasps as his lungs filled with painful air. His body slid down the wall, collapsing onto the floor like a sack of flour. Aegon backed away in a hurry, unable to look at Aerys slumped on the floor. Aerys watched as the man stared at his hands in horror. Aegon turned away, hurrying out of the room. It wasn’t until after he left that Aerys found Ser Otto and the dowager queen standing just a few feet away. Ser Otto glared at him before following his grandson. The dowager queen threw Aerys a pitiful glance before doing the same. 

Aerys sputtered, struggling to catch his breath. He lay on his side, gently rocking himself back and forth. His mind was rattled, and he struggled to understand what had just occurred. He felt lightheaded, and the harder he tried to piece everything together, the worse it got. His eyes were growing heavy, and with each blink, he struggled to reopen them. Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, he imagined a woman, his mother- no, Rhaenyra, tossing a blanket over him. He could feel warm fingers softly running through his hair. A gentle hum filled the air, lulling him to sleep. Aerys could not tell if this was happening or if it was all a temporary illusion. Was he going mad? If so, he did not think he minded it.

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The Dragon's Gold

Chapter Five

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Aerys Reyne (male oc)

Summary: Aerys Reyne, son of Naerys Targaryen, the second-born daughter of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, has been best friends with Aegon since childhood. As boys, they had been inseparable. Many said that it reminded them of the early days of King Jaehaerys reign. When the princes Aemon and Baelon were still children. Wherever one boy was, it wasn't long before the other came running behind him. That was until forbidden desires of the heart forced a wedge between them. After the death of his grandsire, King Viserys, Aerys finds himself torn between two sides: stand by his oldest friend or stand by the only mother he has ever known.

a/n: This chapter takes place before episode eight. There will be a few small time skips in this chapter. Dialogue in italics means that the characters are speaking in high valyrian. I was just too lazy to attempt to translate it. Though, there may be some high valyrian thrown in here and there. No beta, so I apologize for any or all grammar and spelling mistakes. Also, if anyone wishes to be tagged in future updates, just let me know!

Aerys

Aerys stared down at the two babies in the cradle, swaddled in white wool blankets. Aegon and Helaena had welcomed the twins a fortnight ago. The king and queen could not have been more pleased. The twins were named Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, both named after the conciliator. No doubt it was the king’s hand's idea to name them after the most beloved Targaryen king. Aerys had quickly become well acquainted enough with Ser Otto to know there seemed to be no limits to the man’s ambitions. Surely, this was just some scheme to prove that his grandson was more fit to be the king’s heir. Aerys was fond of Aegon, but the prince lacked the patience for such a strenuous task. 

Aerys continued watching over the newest additions to the family. There have been so many babies coming into the family lately. His sister-in-law had given birth not too long ago as well. To a healthy son. Aerys had yet to make the trip to Castamere, but he hoped he could soon. He hadn’t returned to the seat of his father’s house since he left all those years ago. Aerys wondered if the boy had inherited the typical reddish-gold hair and blue eyes of the Reynes. The raven his brother had sent only provided the name and gender of the child but not much else.

Rhaenyra had also given birth to another son—Prince Daemon's first son, Aegon, dubbed by many as Aegon the Younger. Aerys had been quite amused when he was told the child’s name. Many at court whispered that it was a slight against Queen Alicent’s eldest son, Aegon. Perhaps it was. Prince Daemon’s hostility towards the Queen and her father was well known. Aegon himself couldn’t care less about it. When Aerys had brought it up, Aegon merely shrugged and changed the conversation to something else.

Jaehaera was such a tiny little thing. Long white eyelashes sat on her plump cheeks, and wisps of white hair sat on her head. She reminded him of a little doll. Jaehaerys was larger and more robust. Unlike his sister, he had yet to grow hair. His chubby little hands were clenched into fists. The extra finger on his left hand twitched. Aerys had heard whispers of the boy's deformity. He shook his head, so the child had an extra finger and a couple of extra toes. Why did it matter? How cruel this world must be to judge such an innocent child so harshly for something they had no control over.

Jaehaera’s body jolted, her eyes fluttering open. However, the girl made no sound. Aerys moved to her side of the cradle. The child began wriggling, trying to escape the confines of the wool blanket. Aerys unswaddled her, allowing the girl to stretch out her limbs. Her pale lilac eyes explored the room, but she still made no sound. His index finger gently tapped her stomach to get her attention. Finally, her eyes landed on Aerys’ face. 

Carefully, he lifted the girl into his hands. She was so light that he believed he had held pillows heavier than her. It was almost frightening. He had never held a baby this small before. The baby started to whine, but she calmed down once he gently bounced her in his arms. 

“Hello, Jaehaera. Aren’t you a pretty one? You must get that from your mother.” Aerys cooed softly, hoping to garner a smile from the baby. She blinked, unimpressed by his attempt.

“Sorry, little one. Humor has never been my strong suit, I’m afraid.”

The girl began gurgling quietly. She moved a hand to her mouth and started chewing on her fingers. Aerys let out the deep, weary sigh he had been holding in. His grandsire had been putting more pressure on him to consider marriage since Aegon had wed Helaena. Aerys had no desire to marry. Aegon had only been married for two months before Helaena became pregnant. Aerys did not wish for that type of responsibility. Yet, as he held little Jaehaera in his arms, he couldn’t help but think... Perhaps it would not be so bad.

“Have you seen them? My flawed whelps.” A voice slurred from behind.

Aerys turned his head to find Aegon slumped against the door.

“What are you talking about?”

“They whisper about them. How imperfect they are.”

“Dragons do not care for the whispers of men. They are Targaryens; that is all that matters.”

Aerys watched as Aegon stumbled over to a chair. He sighed, placing the little girl back into the cradle. The boy moved to Aegon's side, helping him sit down comfortably. The prince reeked of wine, his eyes drooped low, and his cheeks were flushed. No doubt he had been drowning in his cups for hours. He seemed to do that a lot these days, even more than usual. Aerys kneeled to the floor, pulling off the prince's boots. The boy quietly placed them to the side. Aerys’ fingers deftly untied the strings of his cloak.

“You’ve been at it for hours; it’s time for you to rest,” Aerys said, pulling the cloak off his body.

His fingers tucked the cloak around Aegon as he had done many times before. The prince struggled against the cloak, pulling his arms out from under it. Aerys sighed, tucking the cloak around the prince's legs. He ignored Aegon’s fingers twirling his hair. Aerys pulled back, sitting on his knees. He grabbed Aegon's hands from his hair, setting them on the prince’s lap. The prince interlaced their fingers. Aerys gulped, staring down at their intertwined hands. His eyes flickered up to Aegon. Aegon stared back at him, eyes brimming with tears.

“I wish you were a girl,” he whispered.

Aerys stilled, his body stiffening under the prince’s touch. Aegon smiles down at him, and suddenly, Aerys is fighting the urge to pull him into his arms. One of his hands moved to push the white strand of hair away from Aegon's face. He keeps his hand up, resting against the prince's cheek. His eyes roamed over every inch of Aegon’s face. Aegon’s smile fades, replaced with a childish curiosity. Aerys watched as that curiosity turned to realization. The prince leans his face into the warmth of Aerys’ palm. Sorrowful eyes mirroring his own. They must be cursed. It was the only explanation Aerys could come up with for why they were plagued with this irremediable longing in their hearts.

Aerys pulled away, pushing himself to his feet.

“Get some sleep, Aegon,” he smiled sadly, his lips trembling.

He did not await a response before turning to leave the room. Quickly and quietly, slipping out the door. Aerys walked down the dark, quiet hallway. His mind is running rampant. How foolish he was to think they could ever return to the way they were before.

—

Aerys stared up at the giant skull of Balerion, the black dread. The cold, dark room was deserted, as it always was. The only one who had come down here regularly was the King. But with his sickness worsening, it was harder for him to visit. The boy walked forward, placing a hand on one of the dragon's giant teeth. This dragon was one of the last to see Valyria before the doom. He was born there. How difficult it must have been to abandon his home, not understanding that he would never be able to return. Perhaps that is why he took Princess Aerea there. He just wanted to go home.

The bone was cold to the touch. He walked over to remove one of the torches from the wall. Aerys returned to the dragon, holding the torch close to the skull. Dragons were made of fire. No doubt he missed the warmth. Aerys could feel eyes on him, and it made him wonder. Was Balerion still somehow trapped here? Where do the dragons go when their fire burns out? The realm liked to whisper about the ghosts that plagued Harrenhall. Did the red keep hold ghosts of its own? There has certainly been no shortage of pain and bloodshed within these walls.

“So you’ve found yourself a new hideout?”

“Who says I’m hiding?” Aerys countered, turning his back on the dragon’s skull.

Aegon stood behind him, swirling whatever was in his goblet. Aerys was willing to bet it was a sweet arbor red. That had always been the prince’s favorite. 

“You left the feast early,” Aegon scowled.

“I congratulated you and Helaena on the children and provided gifts. I did not realize I was required to stay the entire night.” Aerys answered with a shrug.

“Did I do something?” Aegon asked.

“No,” Aerys shook his head.

“You’ve been avoiding me again-”

“I have not been avoiding you.” Aerys scoffed.

“Really? You haven’t talked to me in days.”

“I haven’t...” Aerys dropped his head, nervously kicking at the dirt. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. I just... I want to know what I did to offend you.”

“Nothing!” Aerys snapped, cringing at how loud he was. “I mean, you did nothing wrong, Aegon.”

“So then, what is it?” Aegon asked, tilting his head in confusion.

“It’s just... me.” Aerys frowned, tears welling up in his eyes.

Aegon cupped the boy’s face in his hands. “Look at me, Aerys.”

Aerys bit his lip, keeping his eyes low.

“Please look at me,” he pleaded.

Almost immediately, Aerys found himself relenting.  Aerys tilted his head upwards to look upon the prince's face. He stiffened as Aegon ran his thumb over his bottom lip. The boy could feel his heart race as those violet eyes shifted between his eyes and lips. The prince's face seemed almost blank, free from all emotion. Aerys could not tell what he was thinking or feeling until their eyes met again. The look was all too familiar to him. The tenderness, the warmth, the longing... it was the same look he had seen Rhaenyra and Ser Harwin share time and time again. 

“ Gevi͡e,” he whispered, brushing his thumb against Aerys lips.   

Aerys found himself feeling perplexed by the prince's actions. Was he toying with him?

“I should go...” Aerys whispered.

“That would be wise,” Aegon replied, but neither of them moved. 

His right hand slipped around Aerys’ waist and pulled him flush against his chest. Their eyes never left each other, and a small smile tugged at Aegon’s lips.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Aerys muttered, but Aegon caught it. 

Aegon always hung onto his every word. When Aerys spoke, he listened. He didn’t simply nod and hum like everyone else; he listened. That was something Aerys greatly appreciated about him. 

“No, we shouldn’t...” Aegon leaned down close and gently pressed their lips together. 

Their fingers desperately dug into each other’s clothed skin, wanting to be as close as possible. 

Aegon slid his hands off Aerys’ waist. The prince pulled away with a slight shiver, slightly leaning in as if he wanted to kiss him again, but he did not. Instead, he trailed his knuckles along the boy's jaw and down to his chin. The prince’s touch sent a shiver down Aerys' spine, and almost immediately, the realization of what they had just done settled in.

“I have to go,” Aerys exclaimed as he brushed past the prince, not daring to look back at him as he hurried away.

—

Aerys stood outside the large wooden doors of the king’s solar. He fiddled with his ring as Ser Harrold informed the king of his presence. Ser Criston remained at his post, waiting for the king to allow the boy entry. No, he was a man now. Aerys was now six and ten years of age; his name day passed just two days ago. There was no grand celebration, as he did not desire one. The king, however, insisted on hosting a supper with all his family that remained in King's Landing. It had been a rather emotional affair for Aerys. It was the first birthday he had spent without Rhaenyra and the boys. But he managed to keep his emotions at bay until he was alone.

“You may enter, Lord Reyne.” The commander said, holding the door open.

Aerys nodded his head, quickly slipping into the room. The white knight closed the door behind him. The room was cold. Aerys first became aware of the queen’s presence. The woman stood at the fireplace, most likely to keep warm. The king also sat in a chair near the fireplace, staring into the flames. It was the Queen who noticed him first. 

“Your grace,” Aerys bowed.

“Aerys, come my boy.” The king greeted warmly, looking away from the fire.

Aerys could see the sadness in his eyes as he approached him. It was no secret how much the king loved his eldest child. He most likely missed Rhaenyra more than Aerys did. 

“Sit, sit,” the king insisted, pointing at the chair next to his.

Aerys looked to the queen before hesitantly taking a seat.

“Ser Harrold said you requested an audience with me immediately. Has something happened?”

“Yes- I mean no, nothing has happened. I would like your permission to take my leave.”

The king pulled his head back, his brows furrowed. “Take your leave? What do you mean?”

Aerys' eyes moved to the queen before quickly dropping to the ground. He had not expected the woman to be here. She unnerved him. Sometimes, when she looked at you, it felt like she knew all your secrets. Like there was nothing you could hide from her.

“Alicent, leave us.” The king commanded.

Aerys raised his head, his eyes glancing between the two. Alicent looked at her husband, her eyes slightly widened. She fiddled with her fingers as she walked closer, attempting to attend to the man.

“You’re not feeling well, I should be at your side-”

“I wish to speak with my grandson alone,” he raised his hand, dismissing her.

The queen straightened her back, standing tall. “As you wish, my king.”

The king waited until the door closed behind her to speak.

“If someone has done or said something to make you feel unwelcome at my court-”

“It’s nothing like that, grandfather,” Aerys cut in.

“Then what is it, child?”

The king reached his hand out for Aerys to take. Aerys stared at it. His heart began racing in his chest, his eyes pooling with tears. Aerys slumped to the floor, sitting on his knees. He pressed his forehead against the king’s knuckles. Quiet sobs filled the room as the young man could no longer hold back his tears.

“My boy, what is wrong?!” The king asked, alarmed by the young man’s outburst.

Aerys found himself unable to speak. He did not trust himself enough to speak, afraid he might say too much. The king heaved a weary sigh and moved his hand to caress the young man’s head.

“I think I understand what this is about,” the man said, breathing deeply through his nose.

Aerys felt his body freeze in terror. A chill ran down his spine, making the hair on his body rise. Did he know about him and Aegon? The king moved his hand under the boy’s chin, raising his head. He closed his eyes, silently waiting for the king's anger to surface. 

“This is about Rhaenyra, is it not?”

“What?” The young man asked, puzzled by the man’s words.

His eyes opened, and he tilted his head in confusion. The king smiled sadly, his hand still holding the young man’s face.

“I miss her too. She had wished to take you with her, but I refused. Out of selfishness... Out of fear that I was losing all of my grandchildren at once. You are the last piece of your mother I have left. My sweet little Naerys... Sometimes, when I look at you, all I see is her. But now I see how much pain my selfishness has caused you.”

“Grandfather-”

“I permit you to go. Just... try not to forget about this old man.”

“I won’t,” Aerys replied, trying to muster a smile.

The king waved his hand, motioning for a hug. Aerys stood to his feet, carefully maneuvering his arms not to hurt the older man. The hour was growing late. Aerys wanted to leave as soon as possible.

—

The stone was cold against Aerys' back. The sound of crunching bones filled the air as Agana continued tearing into what little remained of the giant pig. He sat with his back against one of the walls of her enclosure, watching as she scarfed down the last piece of the roasted animal. His index finger trailed expertly along his mother’s enameled face, as it had done many times before. The ring seemed to be fitting a bit loosely now. Has he lost weight? If he did, the boy did not notice it. 

Aerys laughed as Agana nuzzled her head into his chest. She was attempting to rest her head in his lap, as she had done when she was still young. It seemed they were both unaware of the fleeting years of their youth. Growling in annoyance, the dragon settled to rest her head beside his body. Aerys moved his hand to feel the warmth of her scales.

“It seems like you and I are adults now.”

The she-dragon loudly snorted, turning her head away from him.

“I’m not exactly thrilled about it either,” the boy snickered.

Night had come, and the sky looked almost black. The stars had failed to make an appearance. The moon hid behind clouds. A cold wind blew loudly through the city. The grand maester believed a storm was on the way. They would have to leave soon if they wanted to avoid it. The pair would be heading to Dragonstone. The king had granted them leave just a few hours earlier, but Aerys wanted to wait until Agana was well-rested and fed.

“We must be leaving soon, Agana.”

Aerys leaned his head back against the cold stone. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply. His fingers traced shapes into the dirt beneath him. The kiss from five days ago still weighed heavily on his mind. It seemed to be all he could think about. The two boys hadn’t spoken a word to each other since. Once again, Aerys had retreated into hiding, avoiding Aegon as best as he could. Not that it was difficult. Ser Otto seemed intent on keeping the prince close to his side. Aerys tried to keep himself occupied. He was burying himself in his studies or spending time with Agana. The dragon helped quiet down the noise in his head. Aerys didn’t know how he would survive without her. He doubted that he could.

Aerys pushed himself up to his feet. He used his hand to dust himself off as he moved closer to the cave’s entrance.

“Raise the gate,” he said to the dragon keepers on the other side.

They made no noise, simply nodding their heads. The loud sounds of giant chains clinking together filled the air. The massive gate on the hillside creaked as it lifted. Aerys pulled his riding gloves from his pocket, readying himself to climb to his saddle. As his hands moved to grip the ropes, Agana raised her head. She released a low growl, turning her neck to face the cave entrance, where the dragon keepers stood.

“What is it?” Aerys asked, intrigued by her reaction.

He turned his head just in time to catch a glimpse of messy white hair rushing towards him. The young man stumbled backward, his back hitting against Agana’s side. The she-dragon growled louder, her eyes zeroing in on the prince. Aerys quickly rubbed her scales, assuring her he was alright. The young man turned his head to find Aegon glaring at him. His eyes were dark and filled with anger. 

“Leave us!” Aerys commanded the dragon keepers, who quickly bowed before scurrying away.

“How dare you!” The prince spat, pushing him back again.

“You’re leaving?!” He shoved him back again.

“You’re abandoning me!” He cried, hands balling up into fists. “You didn’t even have the fucking decency to tell me?!” His fist punched wildly at Aerys' chest.

Aerys raised his arms, attempting to protect himself from the blows. Agana growled louder, this time baring her teeth. Aerys pushed the prince back, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him out of the cave in fear that Agana would lash out in an attempt to defend him. 

“Get the fuck off me!” Aegon yelled as Aerys dragged him down the hall.

When they were out of Agana’s line of sight, Aerys released him. Aegon stumbled backward, hitting the wall with a grunt. Aerys would have been more concerned had he not been so angry.

“What the hell were you thinking? She could have hurt you!” He yelled, furiously running his fingers through his hair. 

The young man paced back and forth wildly, trying to calm himself down. His heart felt like it was beating out of his chest. Aegon let his body slide down the wall, dropping to the dirt. The prince broke down into tears, burying his face into his hands. Aerys froze, his heart dropping as he watched the prince's body shake. Painful, broken sobs tore through the prince's throat. Aerys moved to the wall beside him, allowing his body to slide down. He leaned his head back, letting his tears fall. A sharp ache stabbed at his chest, so painful he had to rub a palm over his heart. 

Aerys never imagined it would come to this. They were best friends. They laughed together, drank together, and kept each other’s secrets. Now, they're falling apart. Things are different now; they both could feel it. They didn’t laugh like they used to, nor did they smile like they used to. Even the very air around them somehow felt... Different. They had both tried so hard to make things work. They were desperately trying to cling to one another, trying to figure out a way to hold on to their friendship. Aegon turned, pressing his face into Aerys' shoulder. Aerys moved his arm, holding the prince as tightly as he could. He always hated seeing him cry, and he hated knowing he was the cause of it. He hated knowing that he would have to let him go, that he would have to leave him behind.

“Please don’t go!” He cried.

“I’m sorry,” Aerys whispered.

It was all he could say. He hated that. He hated that he couldn’t say more. But once again, the fear of saying too much gnawed at his mind. It was better this way, he told himself. That seemed to be something he has said a lot lately. Perhaps he thought he would actually believe it if he said it enough times. Aerys pressed his lips to the prince’s hair, taking one last deep inhale. He was trying to memorize the prince's scent. Desperate to have something of Aegon’s to take with him. 

Aerys grabs the prince’s hands, which have dug into his clothed waist. He pushes them back into the prince’s lap. Aegon cries harder as he feels Aerys slipping away from his grasp. Aerys pushed himself up to stand. The prince pulled his knees up to his chest. He wrapped his arms around himself, resting his head on his knees. Aerys looked away, focusing his gaze on the dirt covering his boots. He couldn’t look at the prince. If he did, Aerys feared losing what little resolve he had left. He feared he would rush to Aegon’s side, pull him into his arms, and promise he would never leave him. This is for the best. 

With a shuddering sigh, Aerys turned away. His nails dug into the palms of his hands as he walked back to Agana’s cave. Aegon called out his name, his voice breaking as he pleaded for him to stay. Aerys felt like crying and screaming at the same time. He closed his eyes, hoping to block out the noise. When he opened his eyes, his gaze immediately fell upon Agana. Aerys was quick to climb upon the dragon’s back. He had to go now. One second longer, and he feared he would turn back. His gloved hand rubbed over Agana’s silver scales.

“Fly, my dragon."

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The Dragon's Gold

Chapter Six

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Aerys Reyne (male oc)

Summary: Aerys Reyne, son of Naerys Targaryen, the second-born daughter of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, has been best friends with Aegon since childhood. As boys, they had been inseparable. Many said that it reminded them of the early days of King Jaehaerys reign. When the princes Aemon and Baelon were still children. Wherever one boy was, it wasn't long before the other came running behind him. That was until forbidden desires of the heart forced a wedge between them. After the death of his grandsire, King Viserys, Aerys finds himself torn between two sides: stand by his oldest friend or stand by the only mother he has ever known.

WARNING: 18+ NSFW, masturbation, use of the word cock, internalized homophobia. There is a flashback in this chapter that takes place a bit before Chapter 1 and Episode 6 of the show. Aerys is horrendously down bad for his uncle (like aunt like nephew, I guess).

a/n: I will be referring to Aegon III as Egg because there are too many damn Aegons in this family circle. Dialogue in italics means that the characters are speaking in high valyrian. I was just too lazy to attempt to translate it. Though, there may be some high valyrian thrown in here and there. No beta, so I apologize for any or all grammar and spelling mistakes. Also, if anyone wishes to be tagged in future updates, just let me know!

Aerys

“You’re dead,” Aerys quipped, standing brazenly over the brown-haired boy.

The tip of his wooden sword sat under the boy’s chin. Lucerys winced, his body laid out on the ground. The fall had knocked the wind out of him. Aerys took a few steps back, giving the poor boy some space. Lucerys stood to his feet, dusting himself off.

“I thought you said-”

“Valyrian,” Aerys warned.

Lucerys sighed, pondering his thoughts for a moment. 

“I thought you said you would go easy?”

“I did,” Aerys smirked.

Lucerys huffed, using his sword to trace small circles into the dirt. Aerys stepped closer, placing a comforting hand on the boy’s shoulder.

“You’re still young. I don’t believe anyone expects you to be a master swordsman quite yet.” Aerys smiled.

“I’m no warrior...”

“Perhaps not,” Aerys sighed. “But there are more important things than knowing how to wave a sword. Any fool could swing one, but a true warrior must understand that not every conflict can be solved with bloodshed.”

Luke peeked his head up, his face still looking discouraged. Aerys squeezed the boy’s shoulder. It disheartened the man to watch Luke be so hard on himself. Especially since Luke seemed to be doing it a lot more recently. The sound of clinking armor caught their attention. They both raised their heads to watch Rhaenyra descend the stairs to the training yard. Ser Lorent held out his hand, offering it for her to hold onto as she reached the last few steps.

“Mother!” Luke greeted warmly, moving to her side.

Rhaenyra smiled widely, her hand cupping the young boy’s face. Aerys picked Luke’s sword off the ground. He handed them off to the retainer, who ran to assist him. Aerys dusted off his hands before joining his aunt and cousin. Luke had gone pale. Aerys could see his hands begin to tremble.

“You should clean yourself up before we leave,” Rhaenyra smiled, kissing the boy’s hair.

Luke swallowed and nodded. The two waited until he reached the top of the stairs before speaking.

“Has something happened?” Aerys asked.

“Vaemond Velaryon is sailing for King’s Landing. He intends to petition to be named Lord Corlys’ successor.”

“And, in turn, question Luke’s legitimacy. I had hoped we were past all of this by now.” Aerys sighed, shaking his head.

“As did I,” Nyra replied. “We will be sailing to King’s Landing as well.”

The woman paused, taking Aerys’ hands in hers.

“You are not required to join us. No doubt you're still exhausted from your trip to Castamere.”

Aerys dropped his eyes down to their joined hands. Kings Landing, he had yet to return to the city after he left it behind five years ago. The young man never found the strength to go back. His life on Dragonstone was considerably less complicated. The thought of returning now, after all this time, was quite... daunting.

“No, I should join you. To show my support for Luke.”

“Aerys,” the woman sighed. “I don’t want you to put yourself in an uncomfortable position. I know you left for a reason-”

“Nyra, nothing happened.”

“You showed up to Dragonstone in tears. I had to hold you until you fell asleep. I’ve never forced you to tell me what happened, but I think you and I know it wasn’t nothing.”

Aerys bit his lip, the memory replaying itself in his head of him landing on the shoreline of Dragonstone, sobbing like a small child. Nyra rushed to his side, fearing that he was hurt. No words needed to be spoken between the two. It was like she knew instantly, just from looking into his eyes. She understood the pain in his heart. It was not his proudest moment. The two hadn’t even spoken of it since.

“I will be fine, Nyra.” Aerys smiled, gently squeezing her hands. “I want to join you.”

Her eyes shifted between his, searching for any sign of insincerity.

“As you wish. Am I to presume that Agana will be joining us as well?” She raised a brow.

“I believe she’d follow me even if I told her not to.” Aerys snickered.

His eyes moved towards the giant smoking mountain behind the Valyrian Freehold. 

—

“Hello, Lord Aerys!” The dragon keepers greeted him warmly.

“Hello,” Aerys nodded with a polite smile.

A large winged shadow passed overhead. The men raised their heads, attempting to locate the silver dragon. The sky was gray and cloudy. As it usually was on Dragonstone. It made it a bit challenging to spot Agana in the sky. The sound of flapping wings filled the air as she descended towards the ground. She landed on the shore with a loud thud. Her claws sank into the sand as she steadied herself.

It was hard to believe how much she had grown over the last five years. She seemed to grow much faster on the island than she did in the dragon pit. The dragon was even bigger than Syrax now. Her body was long and slender, almost snakelike, similar to Caraxes, though she was still smaller than the bloodwyrm. Aerys ran his hand over her snout, careful not to put too much pressure on the scar tissue. Three jagged claw marks now scarred her silver-scaled snout. The dragon keepers believed she had gotten into a scuffle with the beast they called the cannibal. Though they were not sure. There were a few unclaimed dragons that made their lairs within the dragonmont. It could have been any one of them.

The pearlescent white horns that sprouted from the top of her head were much more prominent now. They curved slightly backward like ram horns. Aerys himself had grown as well. Now standing six feet tall, his body was well toned from years of training with a sword and climbing upon Agana’s back. The features of his face were much sharper, and he had grown his hair out a little past his shoulders. It had lightened as well. His hair was now more on the golden side, with just a hint of copper. Aerys smiled as Agana nudged her face against his chest.

“We must be going now,” he informed her.

Agana pulled her head back before lowering her body to the ground. Aerys pulled on his riding gloves as he walked around to her side. His fingers curled around the ropes tightly as he climbed to his saddle. The saddle was similar to an ordinary horse saddle, albeit much larger. It was made of black leather, with two black handlebars and red and silver plating in the front, displaying the sigil of his father’s house—a red lion with a forked tail on a silver field. His brother Robb commissioned the saddle as a gift for his twenty-first name day. 

Aerys strapped himself in the saddle, his hands gripped to handlebars as he gave the command. Agana ran forward, fanning out her wings before leaping into the air. The salty sea breeze of the Blackwater Bay filled his lungs. He enjoyed the smell of the sea. The stench of King's Landing was something he had quickly learned to live without. His heart raced with excitement. Aerys must have ridden Agana thousands of times by now, yet the thrill never stopped. They had quickly caught up with the Princess’s ship. Agana slowed down a bit, staying close to the vessel. They would reach the capital soon.

—

The two circled above the dragonpit. Agana huffed defiantly as she lowered herself down to the ground. Aerys felt his body roughly jerk side to side. He glared at the she-dragon, knowing that she was capable of landing much more gracefully than she did. The young lord quickly dismounted, pulling off his riding gloves to shove them in his pocket.

“That was childish,” he scorned his winged companion.

Agana let out a loud snort and turned her head away.

“We won’t be here long,” he reassured, patting the scales of her neck.

“It’s been a long time, Lord Aerys,” one of the older dragon keepers, Vargo, called as he approached the two. Aerys recognized him immediately. He had been caring for the dragons since Aerys was a boy. “She has grown.”

“Indeed she has,” Aerys agreed. “Though I fear she remains as short-tempered as ever.”

The two shared a laugh as the man led Aerys away. The man led him out of the dragonpit, where the princess's carriage awaited him. He exchanged goodbyes before climbing into the carriage and sitting beside Jace and Rhaena. The carriage bounced as it made its way through the city. Something in the city had changed; Aerys could feel it. Though he couldn’t yet put his finger on what it was. Perhaps it was all in his head.

He could hear the gates groan loudly as they were pried apart. His stomach clenched like a balled fist as the carriage came to a halt. Nyra was the first to exit as Ser Darklyn announced her arrival. Aerys waited until everyone was out before he made his exit. The evening was approaching quickly. The sky grew darker as more clouds rolled in, attempting to shield the sun. The outer yard was nearly deserted, minus the few maids and retainers. Aerys felt his anger beginning to rise. This was not a welcome befitted of the princess and heir to the iron throne.

Viserys had begun to fuss in the wet nurse's arms. The woman was growing slightly flustered as she tried to calm him. Aerys held his hands out, offering to take the boy. The young woman nodded gratefully as she handed him over. Aerys bounced the little boy in his arms.

“What is this?!” He asked, pulling a little wooden dragon out of his pocket.

The little boy quieted down as his eyes landed on the dragon. His chubby little fingers reached for the toy. Aerys chuckled as he allowed him to take it. The castle doors opened, and a familiar face revealed itself.

“Welcome back, Princess.” The head of House Caswell said as he gently held Nyra’s hands.

“Lord Caswell,” she greeted him courteously.

The castle was quiet, too quiet. The giant seven-pointed star was the first thing that caught Aerys’ attention. As he looked around the halls, more statues of the seven popped up more frequently. If he did know any better, he would find it hard to believe this was the seat of House Targaryen. Aerys handed the now calm Viserys back off to the wetnurse before deciding to explore on his own. The sound of his boots clacking echoed off the cold stone floor. It seemed like much had changed since he left for Dragonstone. 

This place seemed almost unrecognizable to him. None of it matched up with the memories in his mind. The memories of rushing up and down the halls, trying to keep Jace and Luke out of trouble. The memories of the many nights he had indulged in too much wine and stumbled down dark corridors with... him . Aerys found his mind beginning to drift back to one particular night in this very corridor. 

-

“She kicked and wailed, the maid so fair,

But he licked the honey from her hair,

Her hair! Her hair!

He licked the honey from her hair!”

The two boys sang loudly as they stumbled down the empty corridor. Their arms wrapped around the other's shoulders as they struggled to stay on their feet. Aegon raised his free hand into the air, waving it around. Aerys let out a short yelp as they nearly fell backward. Fortunately, he was able to regain his balance in time. However, some of the wine in the flagon he was holding had spilled. That seemed to snap Aegon out of his drunken haze for a moment.

“You’re wasting it!” He cried out.

“Well, if you would stop flailing about like a dying fish, I wouldn’t have spilled it!” Aerys retorted.

The two stopped in their tracks, glaring at each other. The glaring silence didn’t last long before Aegon laughed, tiny beads of spit landing on Aerys’ face. Aerys groaned, using his sleeve to wipe his face. Before he could say anything, Aegon began to sing. Aerys shook his head, joining in.

“Then she sighed and squealed and kicked the air!

My bear! She sang. My bear so fair!

And off they went, from here to there,

The bear, the bear, and the maiden fair!”

The pair ended the song with a loud cheer. They had finally run out of words to sing. Aerys began humming a tune. He didn’t know if it was from an actual song or something his mind created. The boy let out a short gasp as he felt himself being pulled back by the back of his shirt. He had failed to notice that Aegon had stopped walking. Aerys turned his head to watch as Aegon looked around.

“Where are we?” Aegon asked, puzzled.

Aerys hummed, turning his head both ways.

“A dark corridor,” he answered.

Aegon tilted his head to the side, shooting Aerys an annoyed glare.

“Well, obviously, you twat, but which one?”

Aerys shrugged, moving to lean against the stone wall on the left. He must have lost his footing as he found himself sliding down the wall. Aerys let out a groan as his butt hit the hard stone floor. Aegon laughed, slowly lowering himself to the ground and sitting beside Aerys. Aerys raised the flagon to his lips, letting the red wine slide down his throat. When he had his fill, he handed it to Aegon, who eagerly accepted it. 

Aerys looked around the dark corridor. The candles hanging on the walls were burned low. He considered returning to his grandsire's name day celebration in the great hall, but ultimately decided against it. The two boys had snuck away hours ago to escape the pestering lords and their daughters. Aerys must have been introduced to nearly a hundred different eligible bachelorettes. However, he couldn’t remember a single one’s name at the moment. He was growing tired of attending these celebrations. Though the boy had never been fond of them, to begin with. His grandsire had thrown one to celebrate Luke’s eighth name day not long ago. 

During celebrations like this, Aerys couldn’t help but feel... lonely. Watching as Rhaenyra doted on her children all night had left a sour taste in his mouth. However, Aerys was quick to chastise himself for feeling this way. Neither Rhaenyra nor her sons were to blame for his childish jealousy. They had been kind enough to welcome him into their little family. Rhaenyra herself has done more than enough for him. It was selfish for him to want more. He is selfish.

“Stop thinking so much. It’s making my head hurt!” Aegon groaned.

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” Aerys smiled.

“Perhaps. Perhaps not. Here, have some more,” Aegon said, lifting the flagon to Aerys’ lips.

Aerys parted his lips, taking a few deep gulps before pulling back. He turned his head to the prince sitting by his side. Aegon’s white hair was messy and wavy, as it usually was. Under the candlelight, Aerys could make out his flushed face and half-lidded eyes. He takes a deep breath, allowing the prince’s scent to envelop his senses- the smell of strong wine, pine, and a thin veil of sweat. It may not have been what many would describe as a pleasant scent, but it brought Aerys a great sense of comfort. It was familiar. It made him feel warm.

“Aerys...” There’s a playfulness to his voice, but in a whisper, making his breath brush against Aerys’ face.

“Yes...?” Aerys whispers back.

“I think I’m drunk...”

“Aegon...”

“Yeah...?”

“I think I’m drunk too.”

The two giggle to themselves, amused by their drunkenness. Once the laughter subsided, the two were left in a comfortable silence. It’s only then that Aerys realizes how close they are. Their faces are only inches apart. He can feel Aegon's breath on his face. His eyes trail over every inch of the prince's face. It was a handsome one. Anyone who said otherwise was a liar and a fool. 

Aerys reaches his hand over, lacing their fingers together. He leans his head forward so that their noses are now touching. 

“What are you doing?” Aegon whispers with a wide grin on his face.

“I don’t know,” Aerys answers.

Aegon's grip on his hand is tight, but Aerys’ is even tighter. The thought of ever having to let go pained him. Iris eyes meet violet, and Aerys can see his emotions and desires reflected in those lovely violet eyes. The veil that has been placed between them, preventing the two from ever acting on this unspoken tension that has been simmering just below the surface, has dwindled into near nothingness. The unasked question, that neither has dared to speak aloud, hangs heavy in the air.

Do you feel this, too?

They maintain eye contact, and Aerys sees a flash in Aegon’s eyes. He does.

Aerys shuts his eyes and finally closes the rest of the short gap between them. The kiss is chaste and a bit awkward. Aerys blames it on the wine and the fact that it was his first real kiss. As he tried apologizing, Aegon grabbed him by the back of his head, pulling him in for another kiss. Aerys has never known another touch like this. His face feels hot, and a surge of warmth enters his veins. Aerys thinks he could keep doing this forever. He wants to do this forever, or at least all night. But his body had an unfortunate need for air. Aerys pulled back with a gasp, struggling to catch his breath. Aegon let out a breathy laugh before laying his head on Aerys’ shoulder. 

-

The young lord swallowed, blinking away the memory. That was all in the past now. The man continued his journey through the castle. The garden was empty, much like the rest of the castle. He walked down the stone path, stopping before the ancient weirwood tree. Once again, tears of red sap fell. It seemed smaller than he remembered. He leaned down, picking up a red leaf that had fallen. Aerys held it in his hands. He watched tiny droplets of water collecting on the leaf fall to the dirt. Aerys closed his eyes, leaning his head back. He took a deep breath, feeling the cold breeze kiss his face. Perhaps it was a mistake to come back here. 

Dark gray clouds filled the sky, forcing out the little sunlight that remained. The old gods seemed to be pitying the sight that stood before them. The weight of guilt and shame sits heavy on his shoulders. The burden of regret digs into his skin like talons. Surprisingly, he found his throat yearning for the taste of wine. Aerys had quit drinking soon after he left the capital after coming to the realization that he was quite the depressing drunk.

He let the leaf slip through his fingers. Aerys fiddled with the ring around his little finger. Fortunately, it still fits comfortably. He wondered how many times his mother stood in this very spot. Nyra told him that his mother was fascinated by the old gods. She didn’t worship them, but she did enjoy studying them. The man opened his eyes to study the ancient tree. He was told the red sap meant something terrible was coming. Aerys couldn’t help but think there was some truth to the old wives' tale. Or perhaps the ancient tree was in pain. Being trapped inside these castle walls closed off from the world around it. It was said that all the weirwood trees were connected. But gods are only as strong as those who have faith in them. The old gods were not worshiped much outside of the north and some parts of the river lands. Perhaps the connection was lost.

Aerys shook his head to clear his mind. Here he was, raving like a madman. The hour was growing late; he decided to check on the boys. Aerys turned, walking back to the castle. As he went to open the door, it pushed open. Aerys quickly moved out of the way to avoid being hit. 

“Oh, Lord Reyne, my apologies.”

“It’s alright, Princess Rhaenys. I should have paid more attention,” he smiled politely before adding, “If you’ll excuse me.”

The older woman nodded, moving out of the way so he could pass. “Of course.”

Aerys was not unfamiliar with the queen who never was, but they were by no means close friends. He made his way into the castle, walking down another empty corridor. As he turned the corner, he spotted Nyra and Rhaena walking together. Rhaena spotted him first.

“Aerys!” She called with a smile, waving a hand.

Aerys sped up his pace to meet them.

“Have you seen my grandmother?” She asked.

“Yes, she just entered the garden.” He answered, pointing behind him.

“Rhaena, will you give us a minute?”

The two turned to look at Nyra, who held her stomach gently. Rhaena nodded quickly before walking a little ahead to provide them space to talk.

“Isn’t the castle as warm as it was six years ago?” Aerys jests.

Nyra rolled her eyes. “It certainly has changed. Have you seen the king yet?”

Aerys shook his head. “Not yet, how is he?”

“Worse than the last time I saw him,” the woman sighed heavily. 

Her hands subconsciously ran over her stomach. She did it a lot, especially when she was worried about something.

“Did you speak with Rhaenys?” She asked next.

“Briefly,” he shrugged.

“How did she seem?”

“About as warm and loving as this dear castle.”

Nyra scoffed, her lips widening into a grin. “Check on the boys for me, will you?”

“That’s where I’m headed,” Aerys affirmed.

“We shall meet for supper later.”

“Of course, Princess,” he bowed.

Nyra lightly pushed him back as she passed. He laughed as he carried on down the hall. Aerys began lightly humming to himself. Desperate to get rid of the cold silence. As he neared the end of the hallway, something moving caught his eye. He stopped, his eyes falling on a rather large gray cat. The cat was sitting, just watching him. It did not move as he approached it slowly. He kneeled to the ground. The first thing he thinks to do is scratch under its chin. The cat seemed to glare at him before giving in, releasing a loud purr as it relaxed under his touch. He was suddenly reminded of Agana.

Aerys pulled his hand back, pushing himself up to his feet. The cat moved closer, brushing against his legs.

“I apologize, friend, but I must go.” He explained.

Now, he was talking to a cat; perhaps he was going mad.

“Aerys...?”

He froze.

No. No, no, no.

Not now. 

Not yet.

It was too soon. Aerys wasn’t ready to face him. He clenched his fist to try and stop his fingers from trembling. His hair had begun to stick to the sweat on the back of his neck. He could feel his stomach tighten up, bile rising in his throat. His heart thudded in his chest, blood pounded in his ears, and his vision seemed to be distorted. Everything around him appeared blurred. Fingernails dug into the palms of his hands as he struggled to breathe. Aerys clenched his jaw. He breathed deeply through this nose, in , out, in, out, in, out.

“Aerys.” The voice called out, more assuredly this time.

Would it be too late to run? Aerys summoned all the courage he had. Just a few steps, and he could round the corner and run.

One step.

That was how far he made it before he felt himself coming to a halt—a strong hand wrapped around his wrist. Aerys swallowed hard, and his iris-colored eyes followed the hand to its owner.

It was like looking at a stranger, though Aerys supposed that’s what they were now. Strangers. The prince was taller now, just a couple of inches shorter than Aerys. His pale white hair was shorter but still looked messy and in need of a wash. Aerys believed the prince took after his mother in terms of facial features. If he had darker hair, he could probably pass as her twin. There was a darkness under his eyes that made it look like he hadn’t slept in days.

The prince lowered his hand to grab Aerys’ hand. The prince seemed to ignore the way Aerys flinched, itching to get away. It was so strange. Even the touch of his skin felt so foreign. The prince offers a little smile, moving to pull Aerys into an embrace. But he freezes when the young lord steps back, putting some distance between them. The prince’s smile fell, his lips slightly trembling. Aerys cleared his throat, pushing his shoulders back to stand up straight.

“It’s nice to see you again, Prince Aegon.”

It was a lie. But what else could he say?

“Yes,” The prince nodded. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

“I’m merely here to show my support for Luke, nothing more,” Aerys replied. 

The reply sounded harsher out loud, but it was the truth. Hurt flashes in the prince’s violet eyes, and Aerys feels his heartache. Was he being too cruel?

“Of course,” the prince replied sullenly.

“I should be going. The princess requested I check on the children.”

“Are you one of her handmaids now?” The prince quipped.

Aerys felt the warmth spreading across his face. Had it been anyone else, he would have been offended. But the slight smirk on the prince’s face let him know it was a simple jest.

“Not officially,” Aerys countered with a smile.

The prince let out an amused scoff.

“Perhaps you would like to join me in my chambers for supper? To catch up on lost time?” The prince shrugged.

Panic coursed through Aerys’ veins. The thought of being alone with the prince in his chambers was too much.

“I would,” Aerys cleared his throat. “But I’ve already agreed to have supper with Rhaenyra.”

Aegon frowned. “You’ve had supper with her every night for five years. Surely, she can let you go for one night.”

“As I said, I’ve already agreed. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Aerys excused himself, quickly brushing past the Prince before the man could utter another word.

The hours passed quickly, and nightfall had arrived. The thunder had grown louder, and bolts of lightning began to flash now and again. Aerys had remained with Nyra and her children until he was about to drop from exhaustion. The little ones were restless, particularly little Egg, who insisted on challenging Aerys to duel after duel. But the man didn’t mind. It kept him distracted. Unlike now, as he lay wide awake in bed, glaring daggers into the white canopy above him. It seemed all that exhaustion had miraculously disappeared. He dreaded the morning to come. Aerys knew he would eventually be forced to face the prince once again. He just hadn’t expected it to be so soon. His mind drifted back to their interaction in the hall. To the moment, they shared that quick jest. At that moment, it was almost like they were their old selves again—just two young boys without a care.

The man sighed and turned onto his side. He stared at the wooden window shutters through the sheer white canopy, hoping it would lull him to sleep. The room seemed too big, too empty. It was not his own. Perhaps that was the reason sleep continued to evade him. Aerys longed for the warmth and familiarity of his room back on Dragonstone. He missed the mess and disorder. His room was cluttered with his artwork and books on various subjects. Everything in this room was clean and pristine, like no one had ever lived here. He didn’t like it. 

His hopes of sleep went unanswered. He angrily rolled onto his back and huffed. His iris-colored eyes returned to the canopy above. As Aerys stared at the creases in the white fabric, he imagined the prince’s pale-white hair. Aerys thought back to when the prince had grabbed his hand in the hall. Despite the prince’s slightly haggard appearance, he was still rather good-looking. The prince’s hands were much larger now, yet the skin was surprisingly soft. He kept his nails short. His fingers were slender and pale, and his knuckles had a slight flush to them. The veins that popped out when he gripped Aerys’ wrist sent a chill down his spine. Aerys shamefully found himself wanting them on his skin again.

He closed his eyes and imagined the prince’s eyes—the same color as violet flowers, his favorite. He breathed deeply as he thought of his scent—strong wine, leather, a hint of pine, and a thin veil of sweat. Something about that scent set him ablaze.

Aerys slapped his hands over his face and groaned. He needed to stop. He couldn’t think of him that way. The man rolled over onto his side. He shut his eyes as tightly as he could. Sleep, he needed to sleep. Aerys tried to think of anything he could to try and distract himself from the stirring in his loins. The man took a deep breath, shaking his head to rid his mind of the sinful thoughts creeping in. Yet every thought in his mind turned to the prince. It seemed the five years apart had done little to smother the fire in his heart. He missed him. Aerys had tried not to. He had tried so hard to forget him. He tried so desperately to ignore that obscene hunger that wanted nothing more than to devour him.

The feeling of his bare cock straining against the blanket made his stomach flinch- like someone had punched him in the gut. Once again, the prince appears in his mind. His eyes, his lips, his hands. The more he thinks, the harder it gets-his cock. Aerys threw his arms over his head, burying his face into the curve of his elbow. His eyes were closed as he focused on the clear image of the prince in his mind.

His hands balled into fists above his head. Aerys shook his head again, attempting to rid himself of these thoughts. Yet he couldn’t help but wonder how the prince’s cold hands would feel running down his chest. A shuddering sigh escaped his lips as his hips bucked. His cock rubbed against the soft wool blanket, desperate for some relief. Aerys couldn’t touch it. He wouldn’t touch it. His mind and body had betrayed him, but he still held on to what little willpower remained to him.

A low moan fills the air as he imagines it isn’t a blanket but the prince’s hand. How his strong hands would look wrapped around his cock. How it would feel dragging up and down slowly, pumping his swollen tip. He imagined how the veins in his hand would pop out as he tightened his grip around his throbbing shaft. Pathetic whimpers slipped through Aerys’ lips as his hips rolled up against the warm fabric.

Pale pink, soft, glistening lips; how would they feel wrapped around him? Would he be able to take him all the way? Aerys imagined he could.

His breath hitched in his chest as he imagined the prince’s hot breath against him, taking him into his mouth. His warm tongue swirling around the tip as drool coated his aching cock. Aerys felt his hips rolling faster. It was hot, too hot. His skin felt on fire, but he didn’t want it to stop. Those beautiful violet eyes stare up at him, and he’s gone. Aerys slaps a hand over his mouth to stifle the staggering groans as he reaches his peak. His toes curled, and he arched his back slightly. His brows scrunched together as the tidal waves of pleasure swept across his body. Whimpers slip past his lips as his hips jut against the blanket, releasing the last of his seed. The waves turned to ripples that slowly ebbed out, finally freeing him from the shackles of his salacious thoughts.

Aerys winced as he shifted his legs, feeling the blanket stick to his skin. He sat up, bunching the blanket together before throwing it to the ground. The man allowed his body to fall back onto the bed, his hair fanning around his head. For a few moments, the room was silent, save for the occasional short gasp as his body recovered. A sense of guilt washed over him. His heart ached so much that his chest hurt. 

The cold night air almost stings against his skin. Aerys rolls onto his side, bringing his knees up to his stomach. He crossed his arms over his chest, his nails digging into the skin of his palms. He felt so vulnerable- so humiliated. The sharp glint of his ring on the nightstand was enough to get the tears flowing. Sobs weigh heavily on his shoulders. His breath quickened, his eyes stung, and his nose burned. The man’s tears ran freely, but he pressed a hand against his mouth to quiet the sobs. His throat had begun to ache from trying to remain silent. 

How pathetic he must look, curled up and weeping like a child. Aerys had tried so hard to stop these feelings. He spent the past five years trying to repress them, sleeping with some of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Yet this thing refused to go away. It itched in the back of his mind like a fresh scab. Nyra knew- not of his feelings for the prince, but his interest in men in general. She had tried to explain to him that what he felt was not evil or perverse. Aerys wanted to believe her; he did—anything to take this overpowering weight off his chest. Yet somehow, he always ended up here. Curled up in tears while his guilt and shame ate away at him. I must be damned, he thought. He was doomed to spend his life in agony as a deviant, a freak.

A bright bolt of lightning caused him to flinch. He wrapped his arms around himself in an effort to find warmth. The soft sound of his sniffling filled the darkness of the room. His mind and body were both utterly exhausted. Aerys felt his body slump down as the darkness took over.

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The Dragon's Gold

Chapter Seven

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Aerys Reyne (male oc)

Summary: Aerys Reyne, son of Naerys Targaryen, the second-born daughter of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, has been best friends with Aegon since childhood. As boys, they had been inseparable. Many said that it reminded them of the early days of King Jaehaerys reign. When the princes Aemon and Baelon were still children. Wherever one boy was, it wasn't long before the other came running behind him. That was until forbidden desires of the heart forced a wedge between them. After the death of his grandsire, King Viserys, Aerys finds himself torn between two sides: stand by his oldest friend or stand by the only mother he has ever known.

a/n: This chapter begins with a small flashback that occurs before the events of episode six and chapter one. (Also, in case anyone is interested, Cody Fern, in his role as Michael Langdon, is what I envision Aerys to look like. I had someone ask me this recently, so I thought I would just share it with everyone else.) No beta, so I apologize for any or all grammar and spelling mistakes. Also, if anyone wishes to be tagged in future updates, just let me know!

Aerys

The smell of flowers and wet dirt filled the air. Aerys arched his back and raised his arms, stretching his stiff limbs. Ser Criston had been more intense with their training today. But the freshly cut grass helped soften the ground beneath his back.

“Welcome back to the world of the living,” Aegon jests, bouncing the leg that Aerys was using as a headrest.

Aerys peeked open his eyes to glare at the Targaryen prince. He readjusted his head, closing his eyes to listen to the world around them. Birds chirped as they flew overhead. The leaves of the giant weirwood tree that shielded them from the sun rustled gently. The sun sat high up in the sky, but a cool breeze in the air made the heat bearable.

“Open,” Aegon ordered, pressing something cold against Aerys’ lips.

Aerys pulled his head back, observing the cold purple object.

“It’s just a grape, no need to panic.” Aegon snickered.

Aerys parted his lips, allowing Aegon to drop the purple grape in his mouth. There was a quiet squelch as his teeth bit into the fruit. The sweetness of the grape juice overwhelmed his taste buds. Aerys let out a soft hum as Aegon ran his fingers through his hair.

“You’re going to put me back to sleep,” Aerys mumbled.

A playful smile tugs at the prince’s lips. “Well, it was not I who insisted you stay up all night reading.”

“It was not intentional,” Aerys glared. “The time just slipped away from me.”

“Honestly, Aerys, how irresponsible.” Aegon tsked, shaking his head like a disapproving mother.

Aerys raised his hand, pinching the prince on his side.

“You twat!” Aegon yelped, rubbing his side.

Aegon raised his hand, winding it up to deliver a sharp slap of retaliation. Aerys giggled, quickly sitting up to avoid the prince’s oncoming attack. Aegon missed, slapping his leg. The prince lunged at him, sending them both to the ground. Aerys fell to the ground with a loud grunt as Aegon landed on his stomach, but he quickly recovered. He reached out to pinch the prince’s side again. Aegon hissed and pulled back slightly. Aerys used this time to roll the two of them over. A smug smile tugged at his lips as he pinned Aegon to the grass. Aegon laughed, wriggling beneath him. 

“Mercy! Mercy!” The prince yelled. A playful pout stretched across his lips. 

Aerys released his grip on Aegon, rolling over. He landed on the ground beside him. The two boys lay there momentarily, staring up at the tree leaves as they caught their breath. They turned their heads to face each other, glaring at each other before laughing. Aegon intertwined their fingers.

“I won,” Aerys teased.

“You cheated,” Aegon huffed.

Aerys smiled, squeezing the prince’s hand.

—

Aerys flinched when he felt the hand fall on his shoulder. He turned his head to find Ser Darklyn standing by his side.

“The petitions are being heard now, my lord.”

Aerys nodded, moving to follow the knight to the throne room. He turned his head to look back at the garden. The two boys under the tree had faded away in his mind. That was an old memory. One that he had seemingly been able to forget until now. It was long before everything had fallen apart. Before Nyra left for Dragonstone, before Ser Laenor died, before the brothel, he hung his head as he walked through the castle. He followed behind a few lords and ladies, though he did not bother to see who they were. Aerys' eyes landed on the queen's children first. He quickly turned his gaze, trying to ignore the feeling of Aegon's eyes burning into him the second he entered the room. His face burned with shame as the memory of last night came to mind.

Aerys decided to stand behind Luke. He placed a comforting hand on the young Velaryon boy's shoulder, showing his support. Luke turned his head, flashing him a small smile, though it did not match the troubled look in his eyes.

“As hand of the king, I speak with the king’s voice. On this and all other matters.” Ser Otto called as he planted his rump on the iron throne.

Aerys had to stop himself from snickering. The iron throne once sat Aegon the Conqueror himself. Now, it was holding this serpent. He hoped it would cut him, reject the unworthy fool for daring to sit upon it. 

Aerys stood quietly as the hand called upon Ser Vaemond to speak. He rolled his eyes as the man began to drone on about the history of House Velaryon. He had not realized he had come all this way for a history lesson. It didn’t take long before Nyra interrupted the man’s speech, her temper getting the better of her. 

“As does it in my sons, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon. If you cared so much about your house’s blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as to supplant its rightful heir. No, you only speak for yourself- and for your own ambition.”

“You will have a chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra. Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard.” Queen Alicent replied, silencing the princess. 

Aerys shifted uncomfortably. He could feel the tension between the two sides rising. It reminded him too much of the night of Lady Laena’s funeral. A night he did not look back on fondly.

“What do you know of Velaryon blood, princess? I could cut my veins and show it to you, and you still wouldn’t recognize it. This is about the survival of my house, not yours.”

The Targaryen princess had no response to the Velaryon man’s insults. It was a complicated situation. Aerys found himself a bit conflicted. With the only son of Lord Corlys being gone, Driftmark will pass on to Luke when the sea snake dies. The enmity between Vaemond Velaryon and Princess Rhaenyra had grown over the years, especially after the unexpected passing of Ser Laenor. The man held no love for the princess or her sons. A part of Aerys understood where the man was coming from. He loved Luke; truly, he did. But the boy was only a Velaryon by name. 

It is not Luke’s fault. He did not get to choose who had fathered him. Aerys felt sorry for the boy for being forced into this position. Even if Ser Vaemond did not get the Driftwood throne, coming to court to question the boy’s legitimacy would be humiliating enough for Luke. People still whispered about the boy’s parentage all over the realm. They were a bit more hush-hush about it, but even on Dragonstone, the people liked to whisper. 

On the other hand, he disagreed with the man. Lord Corlys had no issue with the boys. He accepted them. Aerys knew Lord Corlys and his brother hardly ever saw eye to eye. The sea snake wasn’t even dead, yet here was Ser Vaemond trying to claim the driftwood throne. Was it concern for his house’s future that drove him? Or was it the man’s own ambition, as Nyra had said? Vaemond was only a second son who stood to inherit almost nothing—constantly standing in the shadow of his elder brother and his many accomplishments. Who knows how long he’s been coveting for his brother's seat? 

Besides, Luke’s children and future heir will be of Velaryon descent, as Nyra and Daemon intended for him to marry Rhaena, Lord Corlys’ granddaughter. So, the Velaryon bloodline would continue.

A loud scoff had passed Aerys lips before he realized it, as Ser Vaemond humbly put himself forth as Lord Corlys successor. He heard the whispers all around as people began to stare at him. The hand shot a glare his way before moving on. Aerys’ eyes flickered to the prince, who stared at him with a slight smirk. Aerys quickly turned his eyes forward.

“Princess Rhaenyra, you may now speak for your son, Lucerys Velaryon.” Ser Otto announced.

Rhaenyra stepped forward with an exasperated sigh. “If I am to grace this farce with some answer, I will start by reminding the court that nearly twenty years ago, in this very-”

The loud groaning of the throne room doors opening caught everyone's attention. As the king huddled into the throne room, Aerys watched, just as shocked as everyone else. He seemed so small, so weak. 

It had been a long time since Aerys had seen his grandsire. He had been informed that the king had been bedridden for some time, but he had never imagined it was this bad. The young man looked to the ground as the king passed, unable to bring himself to look at him.

“I will sit the throne today,” The king announced, dismissing his hand.

Aerys watched almost anxiously as the man struggled up the stairs, refusing the help of one of the Cargyll twins who had run to his aid. His heart leaped in his chest as the man stumbled on the steps, his golden crown falling from his head, hitting the stone steps with an echoing clatter. Prince Daemon immediately moved to aid his king. Despite all their differences, they were still brothers. Prince Daemon helped the king to his throne before gently placing the golden crown on his head.

“I must admit my confusion,” the king proclaimed. “I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession. The only one who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys’s wishes, is the princess Rhaenys.”

All eyes fell on the queen who never was, “Indeed, your grace.”

The woman stepped forward to speak her piece.

“It was ever my husband’s will that Driftmark pass through taser Laenor, to his true born son... Lucerys Velaryon. His mind never changed. Nor did my support of him.”

A smile came to Aerys’ face as the woman spoke in support of Lucerys. However, he believed the woman was only doing so due to the king’s unexpected appearance. He and Rhaena shared a brief smile as the princess announced the twins' betrothal to Rhaenyra’s sons. It was no secret to him that Rhaena was fond of Luke. He was happy for his cousins. A sense of relief filled Aerys’ chest as the king reaffirmed Lucerys as the heir of Driftmark, though it was short-lived.

Small gasps filled the great hall as Ser Vaemond confronted the king. Aerys himself was stunned. Surely, he was not so foolish as to question the king in his own court? The man had gone mad. Aerys could feel his anger rise as the Velaryon man yelled, cruelly singling out Luke.

“You... may run your house as you see fit... but you will not decide the future of mine!” Vaemond sneered. “My house survived the doom and a thousand tribulations besides! And gods be damned, I will not see it ended on the account of this-”

“Say it,” Prince Daemon challenged.

The air seemed to be sucked out of the room. Everyone remained silent, watching with anticipation. The man needed to be quiet. He had said enough.

“Her children,” the man paused, “are bastards! And she... is... a whore.”

Aerys clenched his jaw, his hands balled into fists as he struggled to keep his composure. The fool had already sealed his fate. He would not leave this room with his tongue. If he even got to keep his head. The king stood to his feet and unsheathed his blade to defend his daughter’s honor. Prince Daemon beat him to it. Aerys felt Rhaena cling to his arm as Ser Vaemond’s body fell to the ground. The top half of his head rolled on the floor. 

“He can keep his tongue.”

“Disarm him!”

The white cloaks quickly unsheathed their blades at the hand's command.

“No need,” Daemon smirked as he wiped the blood off his sword, returning to his wife’s side.

 The king collapsed on his throne with a painful groan.

“Call the maesters!” Queen Alicent called, rushing to his side.

Aerys attempted to block Ser Vaemond’s body from Rhaena as he escorted her from the throne room. He took one last look at the man’s body. It was not the first time he had watched a man die. He did not find it in himself to feel any sympathy for the man. He had brought his death upon himself. But he did feel sorry for the man’s wife and children. They lost their father because he couldn't hold his tongue. 

—

The smell of incense overwhelms the room, an attempt to mask the scent of the king’s wounds. Aerys can hear the king mumbling to himself in the dark. He had been brought back to his chambers to rest before joining them for supper. His eyes search around the room. It is covered with dust and cobwebs, like it has been abandoned for years. Aerys walks slowly as he nears the king's bed, not wanting to frighten him.

“Grandfather,” he called out, gently sitting at the foot of his bed.

“Who? Who is there?” He whispered, though his eye remained closed.

Aerys took his hand and moved closer to him.

“It’s me, Aerys.”

“Oh, my grandson... my first grandson.” He smiled. “Where is she?”

“Where is who, grandfather?”

“Your mother, my sweet little Naerys,” he smiled.

Aerys’ eyes burned with tears. Who knows how long his grandfather's mind had been fading from him? And all this time, he had left him alone, selfishly never returning to visit him.

“She’s gone, grandfather. My mother died years ago, remember?”

It broke his heart to watch the man’s smile fall.

“Oh yes, I had forgotten.”

The two sat in silence after that. Aerys did not know what to say to him. In truth, he did not understand why he had come here.

The king gasped, struggling to speak. “...erys.”

“Yes, my king?”

“Have you returned to me?”

A small smile came to the king's lips as he squeezed Aerys’ hand. Aerys frowned, his brows drawn together. He was a coward. He had spent the last five years hiding away on Dragonstone, too afraid to return to this place that he had once called home. Tears began to well up in his eyes. Aerys nodded his head, forcing a smile.

“I have my king,” he said softly. “And I will not abandon you again.”

The man groaned in pain, mumbling incoherent sentences. Aerys ran his fingers over the man’s face to calm him. A small smile graced his lips as he leaned into his touch.

“My sweet girl,” the king whispered as he drifted off to sleep.

Aerys tensed up, sadness clouding his face. 

“It’s alright, my king,” he whispered. “Rest now.”

Aerys held onto the bedpost and cried quietly into his hand. He took a deep breath, wiping his face before leaving the room.

—

Aerys stood beside Rhaena as Jace began jesting about ‘joining’ their houses. Baela, ever so smitten by the young man, laughed along with him. Aerys and Rhaena shared a glance before rolling their eyes. Aerys’ eyes moved around the room. They stopped as they met Aegon’s gaze. Aerys could feel his heart beating faster. His lips parted slightly, and a flush crept up his face. Prince Aemond made a comment that caused his brother to laugh, dropping his head. Aerys swallowed, turning his focus back to his cousins.

Everyone stood as the king was carried into the room before taking their seats. Aerys took his seat between Rhaena and Prince Daemon.

“How good it is... to see you all tonight,” the king observed, looking over the faces of his family.

“Together.” He added, breathing heavily.

As he looked around the table, Aerys dropped his head, avoiding the king’s eye.

“Prayer before we begin?” Queen Alicent suggested.

The king agreed with a slight nod. Aerys shifted in his seat awkwardly. It had been so long since he had done this. He lowered his head but kept his hands on his lap. Thankfully, it was over soon enough.

“This is an occasion for celebration, it seems,” the king began. “My grandsons, Jace and Luke, will marry their cousins, Baela and Rhaena, further strengthening the bond between our houses.”

Aerys smiled, raising his glass to the newly betrothed couples.

“A toast to the young princes- and their betrothed.”

“Hear, hear!” Prince Daemon cheered as they raised their glasses.

“Let us toast as well, Prince Lucerys, future Lord of the Tides.”

“Hear, hear.” Aerys smiled, nodding at Luke.

The king struggled to stand to his feet. Aerys balled his hands, fighting the urge to rush to his aid. It pained him to see his king this way. 

“It both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow, to see these faces around the table. The faces most dear to me in all the world... Yet grown so distant from each other.”

Aerys nervously glanced across the table to find the prince staring back at him. He dropped his eyes to the table in shame and sorrow.

“In the years past.”

Aerys winced as the king pulled the mask from his face—the severity of his disease on display for his family to see. 

“My own face... is no longer a handsome one. If indeed it ever was,” the king jested.

Aerys urged a small smile to his face.

“But tonight. . .I wish you to see me. . .as I am. Not just a king. . .but your father. Your brother. Your husband. . .and your grandsire. Who may not, it seems. . .walk for much longer among you. Let us no longer hold ill feelings in our hearts. The crown cannot stand strong if the house of the dragon is divided. You must put aside your grievances.”

Aerys chewed at his bottom lip. If only it were that simple. Perhaps it could have been long ago. But now, the seeds of contempt planted within this family had begun to bear fruit. Aerys feared for his grandfather. As much as it pained him to admit it, his grandsire was right. He would not be among them for much longer. Aerys feared for what might happen once he passed. Not for himself, but for his family, for the realm. The sad tale of King Aenys came to mind, particularly the end of his reign and what came after. Would history repeat itself so soon? Aerys shook his head, clearing his mind.

“If not for the sake of the crown. . then for the sake of this old man. Who loves you all, so dearly.”

The sorrow and desperation in the king's voice rang loudly in his ears. Once more, memories Aerys had forgotten seemed to be making an appearance. Those blue summers and warm winters he spent in the castle as a child. Laughing and running amok, as he followed along with Aegon’s pranks. His heart squeezed in his chest as the prince’s name came to mind. Those memories that were so cheerful and warm brought nothing but pain to him now.

The foolish daydreams of his youth weighed heavily on his shoulders. He had naively believed that he and Aegon would be friends until they grew old and withered away. That their love and friendship would be carried on through their children. Oh, to be a child again, so oblivious to the ways of the world.

The queen and the princess made heartwarming toasts to one another. Aerys raised his glass as Queen Alicent finished her toast. He took a small sip, enjoying the slight burn as the wine slipped down his throat. It had been so long since he tasted wine on his tongue. Shamefully, he had to admit that he missed it. Aerys’ eye fell on the prince once more. He scrunched his face as he watched Aegon throw his head back, desperate for the last drop of wine in his glass. It seemed the whispers of his overindulgence of wine might have more truth to them than he thought.

Aerys sighed, continuing to take light sips. Aegon cleared his throat. Aerys looked up, thinking that he would make a toast as well. Instead, Aegon rose to his feet, moving between Baela and Jace to refill his glass. However, Aerys could see him lean down to whisper something in Baela’s ear. A deep scowl appeared on the young girl's face.

Aerys tensed when Jace slammed his fists down on the table, his hand subconsciously reaching out for Rhaena before he pulled it back. 

“Jace,” Baela whispered.

Aerys put down his glass, observing the young man. Jace had a short temper, similar to his mother. The young man waved her off as he attempted to keep his composure.

Prince Aemond rose to his feet. Aerys' eyes shifted between the both of them. There was a stare-down between him and Jace, but the younger boy quickly backed down. Instead, Jace chose to raise a toast to his uncles.

“To prince Aegon and. . .Prince Aemond. We have not seen each other in years, but I have fond memories of our shared youth.”

Jace glanced quickly at Luke and Aerys before returning to his uncles. 

“And as men, I hope we may yet be friends and allies. To you and your family's good health, dear uncles.”

Jace placed a firm hand on his uncle’s shoulder. Aegon seemed almost discouraged by the boy’s actions.

“To you as well,” Aegon replied.

Prince Aemond glared one last time before returning to his seat. Aerys understood that the ‘fond memories’ part of Jace’s speech was merely a jest, but he feared the princes might take it as a slight.

“Well done, my boy.” The king praised.

Helaena was next to make a toast. A toast to Rhaena and Baela. 

“They’ll be married soon,” the princess glanced around the table. “It isn’t so bad. Mostly, he just ignores you... except sometimes when he’s drunk.”

Scattered laughter filled the room, but Aerys found no humor in the woman’s words. The prince looked his way, and Aerys could see the hurt that flashed in his eyes as he saw the look of repulsion on Aerys’ face. Aerys always knew Aegon was not fond of Helaena as children. He loved his sister, but they never saw eye to eye. Aerys had hoped that would change over time. That he would come to love her as a husband loved his wife. Though perhaps that was just him being naive once again.

“Let us have some music,” the king called, quickly trying to fill the tense silence.

Jace asked Helaena to dance, and she happily agreed. This made Aerys smile; if anyone here deserves some happiness, it is Helaena. 

Queen Alicent called for the guards. It seemed the king was ready to retire for the night. His eyes followed Ser Erryk as he and his brother went to stand at the door to escort the king to his chambers. Aerys had also hoped this was his chance to leave, but Queen Alicent instructed everyone to sit. He finished his second cup of wine as a suckling pig was laid on the table. The sight of it almost made his stomach churn. Aerys had never been fond of pork. It was too greasy for his taste.

The sound of fist slamming on the table caused him to flinch. Why must everyone insist on beating this poor table, he questioned himself. Prince Aemond’s eye was focused solely on Luke as he raised his cup.

“Final tribute,” he paused. “To the health of my nephews. Jace. . .Luke. . .and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise. . .strong.”

Aerys lowered his cup to the table. While his uncles may have fun humiliating their nephews, he did not. Queen Alicent tried to get Aemond to stop, but he would not listen.

“Come. . .let us drain our cups to these three. . .strong boys.” He raised his cup.

“I dare you to say that again,” Jace challenged.

“Why?” Aemond narrowed his eye on the boy. “‘Twas only a compliment. Do you not think yourself Strong?”

He moved to meet Jace as the boy stalked his way, throwing a punch. However, the hit did not have much impact as Aemond quickly shoved the boy to the ground. As Luke tried to rush to Jace’s defense, Aegon slammed him into the table. Baela came to Luke's defense, immediately grabbing onto Aegon. Aerys was on his feet instantly, quickly rushing to Baela’s aid. Aerys pulled the girl from the prince’s grasp, handing her to her sister. He pushed the prince back as he tried to move forward. Prince Aegon stumbled backward, his back hitting his chair. The prince’s eyes widened, and his lips turned downward. Tears shimmered in the corners of his eyes, and he quickly turned away. Aerys feels his heart drop to his stomach.

A hand grabbed him by the shoulder, and he turned to find Prince Daemon standing behind him. The man nodded towards his daughter. Aerys understood, and he walked over to try to soothe an enraged Baela. Jace freed himself from the guard’s grasp, but before he could lunge back at Aemond, Prince Daemon stepped forward.

“Wait, wait!” He commanded.

Immediately, they all backed down. It was never a good idea to disobey the man’s commands. Aerys’ eyes follow Aegon, watching as the prince walks away, leaving the room without another word.

If only his grandfather were here to see his happy family now, Aerys thought. 

“Go to your quarters. All of you go, now.” Rhaenyra ordered.

Rhaena held onto Baela as they followed Luke out of the room. Jace went after them, glaring at Prince Aemond as he walked. Aerys stayed behind to watch the situation unfold. Prince Daemon moved to stand in front of Aemond with a bored sigh, waiting to see if the young man was brave enough to challenge him. 

The two princes stared each other down for a moment before Aemond walked away. Prince Daemon was not far behind.

“Rhaenyra.” Queen Alicent called, rushing towards the woman’s side.

Aerys took a step back, allowing the women's room to speak. He noticed Ser Otto watching the two women before the old man’s eyes turned to him. The two men glared at one another. The cut and bruise may have healed, but the memory of that man daring to lay a hand on him was still fresh in Aerys' mind.

Aerys turned his head as he saw the queen reaching out for Rhaenyra. He shifted on his feet, uncomfortable with the woman touching Nyra. The last time she did, it did not end well.

“Let me see the children home. I’ll, umm, return on dragonback.”

Queen Alicent smiled. “The king and I would both like that.”

Aerys moved forward, holding out an arm for Nyra to hold. She accepted, wrapping her arm around his as they left the room. He waited until the doors closed behind them to speak.

“You plan to come back here? Do you think that is wise?” He asked, nodding down to her stomach.

She placed her free hand over her bump, rubbing smooth circles around it.

She let out a weary sigh. “I do. My father was right. As much as it pains me to say it, he does not have much time left in this world. I wish to spend whatever time he has left by his side. I’ve been away from him long enough.”

“Then it seems you and I share the same affliction.”

She turned her head upward to look him in the eyes. 

“You wish to stay?”

“I do. In truth, I had never intended to stay on Dragonstone as long as I did. I simply just never had the courage to return here on my own. And now I realize that I’ve wasted so much time I could have been here, caring for him.”

“Aerys,” she sighed. “He is the king. He has the best maester’s in the realm here to attend to him at all times.”

“I don’t mean tending to his wounds. You’ve been to his room. It’s so cold and dark. He deserves to spend the last of his days surrounded by those who love and care for him. Not maesters and-”

“Alright,” Nyra interrupts. 

She stops, turning to take both his hands in hers.

“You may stay. I will return within a week, and we can try to make up for lost time.”

Aerys nodded in agreement. She smiled as she wrapped her arm around his, continuing on their way. Nyra leaned her head against his arm.

“Besides, it will be nice knowing I have you here at my side.” She squeezed his arm as he escorted her to her quarters.

—

“Surely you don’t plan to stay here?” Jace scoffed.

The young man stood beside the fireplace, staring at Aerys in incredulity. Baela moved to his side, entwining their fingers. Jace turned his head towards her, taking a deep breath to calm himself. His anger from tonight's dinner fiasco had yet to dissipate. 

“Stay? Why would you stay?” Luke asked from his place on the bed.

Rhaena sat beside him, placing a comforting hand on the boy’s shoulder. However, they both looked as if they were about to cry. Aerys could feel his heart breaking as he watched them.

“You have all seen how much the king's condition has worsened in the last six years. It’s a wonder the man even managed to get out of bed.” Aerys pressed, slightly shaking his head.

The four looked down to the ground to the floor in sorrow. They knew just as well as he did that the king would not survive much longer.

“I need to be here for him.”

A thick blanket of silence covered the room. The four raised their heads to exchange glances. Jace sighed before walking forward to meet Aerys.

“You’re right, cousin, do what you have to.” Jace smiled, opening his arms.

Aerys smiled, moving forward to accept the embrace. They patted each other on the back as they pulled away. Aerys walked over to the bed, and Luke stood to his feet as he approached. The boy's eyes were welled with tears as he struggled to keep a slight smile on his lips. Aerys placed a warm hand on the boy's cheek.

“This is not goodbye, Luke,” he smiled. “We will meet again.”

Luke nodded, allowing Aerys to pull him in for a hug. He exchanged hugs with the twins, and both girls promised that they would keep their eyes on the boys. Ser Darklyn stepped into the room, holding his helmet in hand.

“Prince Daemon says it is time to depart.”

“Thank you, Ser Darklyn,” Jace replied, nodding.

-

Aerys spun the ring around his finger as he watched them walk down the hall, arm in arm. Even though he knew they would see each other again, watching them fade into the shadows still hurt.

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The Dragon's Gold

Chapter Three

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Aerys Reyne (male oc)

Summary: Aerys Reyne, son of Naerys Targaryen, the second-born daughter of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, has been best friends with Aegon since childhood. As boys, they had been inseparable. Many said that it reminded them of the early days of King Jaehaerys reign. When the princes Aemon and Baelon were still children. Wherever one boy was, it wasn't long before the other came running behind him. That was until forbidden desires of the heart forced a wedge between them. After the death of his grandsire, King Viserys, Aerys finds himself torn between two sides: stand by his oldest friend or stand by the only mother he has ever known.

a/n: I want to clarify that Aerys is the same age as Aegon. Dialogue in italics means that the characters are speaking in high valyrian. I was just too lazy to attempt to translate it. Though, there may be some high valyrian thrown in here and there. No beta, so I apologize for any or all grammar and spelling mistakes.

Aerys

Red sap was leaking from the eyes of the carved face of the heart tree. It reminded Aerys of something he had been told years ago. A boy from House Blackwood said that when a Weirwood tree cries, it is a sign that something bad is coming. Aerys had believed it to be nothing more than superstition, but now he was unsure. Perhaps there was some truth to the tale. Now that everything in his life had seemingly gone wrong.

His bones and muscles ache from sleeping on the hard stone floor. Though the hot bath he took earlier helped. The old maid had stayed by his side, using soaps and oils to scrub him clean before she allowed him to get out of the tub. Fortunately, he had been allowed to dry himself, but she insisted on helping him dress. She had chosen a black tunic with the red lion of his father’s house embroidered in red thread on the breast, soft black lambswool breeches, black leather boots, and a black wool cloak.

The boy assumed he must have slept at least two or three hours. Not as long as he’d hoped, but it would have to do. The poor old maid who had found him lying naked on the floor also had the misfortune of informing him about the passing of Lady Laena Velaryon. In truth, the news did not trouble him greatly. He couldn’t recall ever even meeting the woman. Prince Daemon and his lady-wife had run off to Pentos shortly after their wedding. They had refused to return, even after the birth of their daughters, Rhaena and Baela. 

Aerys felt for the two girls. Even if he did not know them, the pain of losing a mother was all too familiar to him. Aerys was informed that he and the royal family would travel to Driftmark to attend Lady Laena’s funeral. 

His fingers toyed with a stray thread on his tunic. The events of the previous night still haunted him. Aerys had yet to face the rest of his family. Instead, he had chosen to hide away in the garden until it was time to go. No doubt, the whispers of his face were spreading throughout the castle. The lords and ladies of the court were prone to gossip. He could hear it now; the king’s eldest grandson was a clumsy, drunken fool. As if they needed something else to whisper about him and his family. Aerys had heard the terrible whispers about his parents many times before.

His father, once a highly skilled knight and jouster, suffered a terrible leg injury during the tourney he had hosted in honor of Aerys’ birth. His horse had fallen on top of him, crushing his leg completely. The man had become quite dependent on the milk of the poppy to dull his pain. This caused his father to have violent mood swings, and unfortunately, his mother was forced to take the brunt of it. This continued for a few years until he died after catching the pox from some Tyroshi whore.

Aerys’ mother, Princess Naerys, took the death of his father very hard. The maesters had to lace her nightly tea with sweetsleep for her to get any rest. Most days, she would lock herself away in her bedchamber. The only person she would see was Aerys. Rhaenyra had told him that his mother would hold him in her arms and sob for hours on end. 

However, after weeks of this, his mother's mood had finally begun to improve. The princess seemed to be returning to her normal self. That was until two women came forward, claiming that his father had sired bastards on them. These women were both of noble birth, so their children were acknowledged by his paternal grandmother, who acted as regent until his brother Robb came of age. Despite his mother’s many protests, his father's three bastard sons had been sent to Castamere, to be raised alongside Robb and Aerys. 

Not long after, his mother went to sleep and never woke up. The maesters determined that there was too large a dose of sweetsleep in her usual nightly tea. Whether his mother was killed or had taken her own life is still debated. Though Rhaenyra maintains that his mother had been killed. Whatever the truth was, his mother’s favorite handmaiden was found responsible and had lost her head because of it. Aerys did not remember much of this, as he had only been four years old at the time. 

Aerys lifted his fingers to graze over the cut. The wound on his cheek was beginning to scab over, and the bruising on his cheek and around his eye was becoming visible and sensitive to even the slightest touch. He flinched and dropped his hand back down to his side. Noon was approaching; soon, it would be time to set off. The King, Queen Alicent, and Aemond would travel by ship, while Aerys, Helaena, and Aegon would all travel on dragonback.

Aegon. 

The prince hadn’t left Aerys’ thoughts since the moment he awoke. He was the one Aerys wished to avoid the most, but the gods were never kind enough to grant his wishes.

“I knew I would find you here.”

Aerys scrunched his face in anguish. Of course, speak the Lord of the Seven Hell's name, and he shall appear. Aerys bit his tongue to stop himself from lashing out. There were so many things he wanted to say, but he wasn’t sure how to express himself. He didn’t think saying whatever came to him in anger would be the right thing to do. So he stayed quiet, hoping the old gods before him would grant him mercy and send the boy away.

“I was hoping we could speak before we had to depart-”

“There’s nothing to discuss.” Aerys retorted, clenching his hands into fists.

“Aerys,” the prince sighed. “I am sorry. I was a coward. It’s all my fault-”

“You’re right. It is your fault.” Aerys turned around to glare at the boy.

Aegon's eyes widened. For a moment, blinded by anger, Aerys had forgotten the state of his appearance. He covered his cheek with his hand, turning back towards the tree.

“What happened?” Aegon asked, his voice cracking.

“I tripped and fell down the stairs.” Aerys scoffed, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

The prince stepped forward, taking Aerys by the hands. Aegon turned Aerys around to face him, his thumbs running over his bare knuckles. Aegon's hands were cold to the touch, as they normally were.

“Please, don’t be cross with me. I am sorry for what he did to you. I will go to him, and I will confess that it was all my fault. That I was the one who convinced you to lay with me.”

“No, you will not.”

“What...?”

“Nothing happened, Aegon. I was distressed about Rhaenyra’s departure and spent my night wallowing in my sadness. I got drunk and slipped while trying to find my bedchamber. That’s all.”

“No, what happened between us, it-it meant something. I know it did.” Aegon sputtered

“Nothing happened!” Aerys asserted, wriggling free of the prince’s grasp.

Aegon flinched, his lips trembling. His violet eyes welled with tears. In Aerys' mind, the prince looked like a sad little puppy. He wanted nothing more than to pull him close and apologize, but he could not. This was the way it had to be. It was better for both of them.

“The carriage is ready. It’s time to depart!” Ser Criston’s voice called from behind them.

Aerys did not speak another word. Quickly, he passed the white knight, keeping his head down, not having the courage to look the man in the eyes. No doubt Ser Criston knew what had happened. He was the queen’s sworn protector, her confidant. There wasn’t much she didn’t tell him.

When Aerys made his way to the outer yard, the royal family had already been gathered there. Helaena and Aemond stood off to the right side of the carriage, silently waiting. Queen Alicent was attending to the king in front of the carriage entryway. Finally, his eyes landed on the reinstated hand of the king. The man stood to the queen's left. Though Aerys quickly averted his gaze. 

Ser Harrold moved to whisper into the king's ear. The man swiftly turned his head around.

“Gods, be good! What happened to you, my boy?!” His grandsire asked, his eyes scrunching up as he looked over the boy’s face.

Aerys found his gaze moving towards the queen and her father. The queen kept her head down, not making eye contact. Ser Otto kept his face neutral, and his eyes held no expression.

“I had a bit too much wine last night. I slipped, your grace.”

“Yes,” the king hummed. “It’s been difficult for us all. Princess Rhaenyra’s presence shall be missed. Come, sit with me.”

The king was loaded into the carriage before Ser Harrold motioned Aerys to follow. He sat on the king’s left while the queen sat across from them with their children. Aerys kept his eyes trained on his lap as Aegon entered the carriage last. Fortunately, Ser Otto would be riding behind the carriage on horseback. So Aerys did not have to worry about facing him just yet. 

The journey to the dragon pit was not a very lively one. No sounds were made except for the king's small grunts of discomfort. His illness was getting worse; everyone knew it. The maesters had removed one of his arms just a few years back. The man spent most of his days sitting in his chair. The simple act of standing for too long could take a heavy toll on him. It saddened Aerys to think of his grandfather being in so much pain. He couldn’t imagine being so helpless, unable to do anything as his own body began to deteriorate.

“Do you remember-” the king coughed. “Do you remember the lady Johanna Westerling?”

“The lady of Casterly Rock? I know of her, but I'm afraid I don’t remember much of my time in the Westerlands.”

“Yes, of course. I forgot how young you were when you came to court.”

The mention of the court caused the boy to shift in his seat. He had been very young when the king requested him to be brought to court. It had only been a fortnight after his mother’s death. Aerys was under the impression that he would only be visiting. That was until his brother Robb had informed him of the truth. 

Aerys remembered crying the entire journey to King's Landing. He had just lost his parents, only to lose his brother later as well. As the firstborn son of their father, the lord of Castmere, Robb had to stay in the Westerlands. The only communication they had was through letters and the incredibly rare visit. Robb had become so busy lately that it had been two years since they last saw each other in person.

“Well, the lady Johanna has proposed a marriage between you and her eldest daughter, lady-”

“Lady Cerelle?” Aerys questioned, interrupting the king.

“So you remember her?” The king mused, raising his brows with a sly smile.

“She was at court for some time before returning to Casterly Rock. We got to know each other a little, that’s all.” Aerys shrugged.

The lady Cerelle Lannister was quite a boisterous little thing, with hair like gold and beautiful emerald eyes that reminded him of Agana. Though Aerys found her antics amusing, Aegon never took a shine to her. He would always try to convince Aerys to run away and hide from her whenever she tried to play with them. Aerys remembered how Cerelle had given him a daring kiss for all to see during some great feast. Aerys wanted to melt into the floor as all the lords and ladies laughed at the two. That was until Aegon moved forward and pushed her to the ground. He received quite the scolding from both the king and the queen. Aerys shook his head to rid himself of the memory.

“What was your reply?”

“I have yet to give it,” the king groaned. “I had wished to speak with you about it first. You're nearly a grown man now, Aerys; it’s time to begin thinking about such matters. The daughter of the lord of Casterly Rock would be a good match for you, but there are others. You’re quite popular with the young women of the realm,” the man smirked.

Aerys blushed, dropping his head to hide his embarrassment. It was a fact that his grandfather liked to taunt him with. Aerys’ popularity with women was never something he had strived for. All he had ever done was be kind and gallant, as a man should be.

“I believe we’re here,” Aegon grumbled as the carriage stopped.

“Already?” the king sighed. “The three of you will arrive at Driftmark first, as you’ll be on Dragonback. It should go without saying, but I expect you to be on your best behavior. You represent not only yourselves but our entire house. The way you conduct yourselves is important.”

The three dragon riders nodded in agreement. Helaena was the first to exit the carriage, and Ser Criston extended a hand to help her step out. Aegon went next, with Aerys trailing behind.  The shadow of the giant pit began to loom over the three of them. The guards outside of the dragon pit noticed them immediately. A moment later, the giant iron doors creaked loudly as they opened. Two of the older dragon keepers came to meet them at the entrance.

“Jiōrna, Aerys!” The dragon keepers called as he entered. “ And welcome to you, Prince Aegon and Princess Helaena .”

“ Thank you, ” Aerys and Helaena replied kindly.

“We’d like to get on with it,” Aegon said.

“Of course, my prince,” the dragon keepers bowed.

The three followed behind as they led them deeper and deeper beneath the dome. The sun's light shines through the thick outer iron doors of the man-made caves, which open to the hillside. Helaena went ahead of the boys. Dreamfyre was resting in her nest., something the she-dragon was very protective of. The dragon keepers did not think having the boys near the pale blue dragon was wise.

Aegon was next to leave. The light reflected off of Sunfyre's beautiful golden scales. It was almost blinding. The beast lifted his head as they passed before laying back down. A few dragon keepers were already waiting with Sunfyre to assist Aegon. 

Syrax, Vermax, Arrax, and Sea Smoke had all gone to follow their riders to Dragonstone. Only three dragons remained in the pit. Sunfyre, Aegon’s golden dragon. Dreamfyre, Helaena’s beautiful pale blue dragon. And Agana, Aerys’ dragon with scales of silver and aquamarine. The aquamarine scales surrounded her emerald eyes and trailed down her spine. Small pearlescent white-colored horns grew from the top of her head like a baby goat. The dragon keepers that remained with Aerys came to a stop when they reached the end of the dragon pit.

The sunlight did not give off the same radiance that the moonlight did when reflecting off Agana’s scales. A loud purr echoed in the air as the dragon stretched her neck forward. She pressed her muzzle against the giant iron bars to reach her rider. Aerys raised a hand and stuck it through the bars. He held it out, and immediately, the dragon nuzzled her face into it. The heat of her scales filled him with a sense of strength. It was not unheard of. The dragons were the true power of the Targaryens. It’s said that when King Aenys Targaryen bonded with his dragon, Quicksilver, the sickly king began to thrive. 

“I missed you too,” he said softly.

Aerys pulled his hand back as the large gates swung open. Agana lowered her head to the ground. His small hand ran down her long neck. Aerys stopped to walk around her giant wing. The boy used the ropes attached to his riding saddle to help scale his way up her back. When he reached the top, he grabbed one of the saddle bars to pull himself up. Aerys swung his leg over the saddle and strapped himself as he had done a hundred times before. He believed he could do it even with his eyes closed.

“Open the gate!” He yelled to the dragon keepers.

Agana moved to stand on her feet. Aerys held on tightly to the handlebars of his saddle as she began to turn around. He could feel the ground tremble beneath her every step. The sounds of chains rattling filled the air as the giant gate that opened to the hillside began to rise.

He didn’t even need to give the command before the dragon was off. Agana ran forward, her large wings beginning to fan out. As she reached the end of the cave, she leaped into the air. Aerys felt himself being thrust forward, but the saddle straps kept him secure. His grip on the handlebars tightened. The loud flapping of Agana’s giant wings was all he could hear.

There was no other feeling in the world as great as the one you felt being on a dragon's back. The power of looming over everyone and everything. The freedom of being able to fly. There were many times he never wanted to go back to the ground.

Agana flapped her giant wings as she went higher into the sky. Then she began to glide, only flapping her wings now and then. The boy released the handlebars and stretched his arms out to the side. He closed his eyes, enjoying the wind blowing through his hair. Agana suddenly dove down. Aerys could see the sea surrounding them below. The boy quickly took hold of the reins and pulled back. Just as they were about to dive into the waters, the dragon pulled up. There was a giant splash behind them from how swiftly the dragon moved. She was toying with him.

It seemed like they both missed the sky even more than he thought they did. It had been a whole week since Aerys had taken her out to fly. The dragon disliked being kept inside the dragon pit. The two used to be free to fly together nearly every day, but then life had become busy. Aerys found himself always stuck with tutors and septons. He understood how she felt in a way. Sometimes, the red keep felt like a giant cage to him as well.

Agana let out a roar, freeing her rider from his mind. He looked forward. Aerys could make out the silhouette of the giant castle far into the distance. They will be arriving soon.

—

Agana landed in a clearing not far from the shore. Aerys held on tightly to the reins as he was jerked side to side. He waited for Aegon and Helaena to land before he loosened the straps and swung himself off the saddle. He began to climb down the dragon's side. When he was a couple inches off the ground, he jumped the rest of the way down. Agana growled and moved her neck to shield her rider. The boy sighed and peeked around her head.

“I’ve been waiting for you to arrive,” Rhaenyra smiled. 

However, her smile disappeared when she got a good look at him. The boy rubbed the dragon's muzzle before he moved forward to greet his aunt. The woman gently took his chin into her soft hands. Her violet eyes hardened as she examined him.

“What happened?”

“It was nothing, I fell.”

“You fell?” She asked incredulously.

“Yes,” he replied, pulling away from her grasp.

“Hello, sister,” Helaena called warmly as she and Aegon stood at Aerys' side.

“Hello, my sweet sister.” Rhaenyra greeted her with a small smile. “And you, Aegon.”

The Targaryen prince gave her a brief nod. “To you as well.”

“If you’ll excuse us, Princess, we wish to express our condolences to Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys.” Aerys cut in.

The woman furrowed her brow and nodded. “Of course, come on.”

Aerys held out his arm to Helaena. The princess readily accepted it, wrapping her arm around his. He helped her keep her balance as they made their way from the sandy beach to the castle.

The hours seemed to pass by so swiftly. Aerys had done his best to avoid any run-ins with a certain Targaryen prince. Instead, electing to spend his time with his cousins, Jace and Luke. The younger Velaryon had clung onto Aerys the moment he saw him. Jace had been unusually quiet. Probably due to the news of Ser Harwin and his father, Ser Lyonel. Aerys himself was saddened by the news. Ser Harwin was a good man. He cared deeply for the princess, and she cared deeply for him. The boys learned a great deal from him. 

The rest of the royal family had arrived a few hours after they landed on Driftmark. Everyone was waiting around for the burial to take place.

“It’s time, boys,” Rhaenyra called, motioning for her sons to follow. 

Aerys traveled alongside them, holding Luke’s hand as they walked. The boy looked over at all the people's faces. Most had their heads hung low in respect. He spotted Ser Laenor. He looked so sad, so defeated. Aerys wanted to make his way to him, but he noticed the boy standing next to him. It was Aegon. He had been staring at Aerys since he arrived. Aerys looked away, choosing to stand beside Jace. They watched silently as the ropes were attached to the casket. Then Vaemond Velaryon, Lady Laena’s uncle, began to speak. Aerys watched as the man’s gaze turned to Rhaenyra and her sons. He could hear the venom in his voice as he spoke of Velaryon blood. Aerys had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Of all the places, did he need to do this here? Now, in front of all these people? In front of the dead woman’s husband and her weeping children? The boy was glad the man spoke in Valyrian rather than the common tongue. Only a few in the crowd were fluent enough to understand.

Then Prince Daemon laughed. It had initially startled Aerys, but he supposed everyone grieves differently. Perhaps he, too, was appalled by the lack of courtesy. To use a woman’s funeral to take a jab at the princess, how tasteless. As the casket hit the water, Aerys felt himself being watched. He turned his head to find Prince Aegon still staring unabashedly at him. Aerys turned his head back towards the water. Perhaps he could escape through the crowd as they made their way back.

Everyone had returned to the castle shortly after Lady Laena’s bones were laid to rest. The sky had begun to turn dark. The wind started picking up, sending a chill down Aerys’ spine. He was wandering about the castle. Lord Corlys had wished to speak with Luke, and Jace had been pulled away by his mother. Aerys dashed to the castle, trying to avoid Aegon’s eyes. Fortunately, Aemond had unknowingly provided Aerys with the perfect distraction.

Aerys found the castle a bit ominous. Skulls decorated the halls. Trophies were displayed everywhere, evidence of the Sea Snake’s many conquests around the seas.

“Do you plan to avoid me forever?” There was a slight slur to the prince’s words.

Aerys stopped in his place. He closed his eyes and let out a weary sigh.

“Perhaps I do,” the boy said, turning around. “Did you need something, my prince?”

Aegon sauntered over, raising his hand to run his thumb over Aerys’ lips.

“I like it when you call me that.”

“Call you what?” Aerys tilted his head in confusion.

“My prince. You always call my brother Prince Aemond or just Aemond, but you call me your prince. I quite enjoy being yours,” he smiled sadly.

“Stop it!” Aerys hissed, pulling his head back. “We already had this discussion . ”

“Don’t pretend it meant nothing. I know it did, for both of us...”

Aegon took Aerys by his forearms. Aerys raised his head, looking towards the stormy-looking ceiling. Why did he insist on making this so difficult? 

“The feelings we have for each other go far beyond the love of family. I understand how you feel. The shame, the guilt, the self-loathing. I felt it all, too. But I can tell you now that the thought of not having you by my side is worse than all those feelings combined.”

Aegon took Aerys’ hand, placing it over his beating heart. His violet eyes welled with tears, his lips trembling as he smiled. It broke Aerys' heart to see him this way. His iris eyes wandered up the castle walls. His cheek began to throb.

“Aegon, it didn’t mean anything,” Aerys said, forcing himself to pull away. “We were drunk, and we made a mistake. There’s no need to make it more complicated.”

“Well, I’d say it already seems a little complicated to me,” the prince retorts.

“What do you want me to say, Aegon? How did you think this would play out? I am a man, as are you! What we did, nothing can come of it. I am a man of the houses Targaryen and Reyne, and you are a prince of the realm. Us, this,” Aerys gestures between them.

“It can never be.”

“But it can!”

“And how would that work, Aegon? We marry women and then sneak off in the dead of night to meet each other in dark hallways like we are doing now?”

Aegon cupped Aerys’ face in the palms of his hands, pressing their forehead together. Aerys’ body stiffened but did nothing as he allowed Aegon to pull him close. It was so easy to give in to him.

“Just because I have to wed Helaena does not mean this has to end.”

Those words immediately brought him back to the present. Aerys pulled back his head to stare at the prince incredulously. Aegon, as if just realizing what he said, went pale. Aerys immediately pushed him away. The boy stared at him in disbelief.

“Aerys, just listen-”

“Helaena? What do you-”

“My mother confirmed it this morning. Helaena and I are to wed within a fortnight.” Aegon said as he kicked at the stone floor.

Aerys scoffed, running his hands through his hair.

“You’ve been betrothed, and instead of telling me, you dare to confess some love you have for me? You want me to be your whores? Is that it?”

“No, of course not-”

“Really? Because that’s what it sounds like to me.”

“I didn’t mean it that way. Just tell me what I can do to make this up to you?”

“There’s nothing you can do, Aegon, just leave me be.”

“No, not until you forgive me.”

“There’s nothing for me to forgive. You’re not mine, and I-.”

“But I am!” He yelled desperately.

Aegon’s hands grabbed onto Aerys.

“No, you’re not. Last night was a mistake. It was an awful mistake, and I regret every moment of it.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do.”

“No, you don’t.” His hands cupped Aerys’ face. “Please look at me.” He begged.

It took Aerys a moment before he allowed his eyes to meet Aegons. He is sure that Aegon’s tear-filled eyes matched his own.

“That night was special. It meant something to both of us, and you can’t deny that. What we feel for each other, what I feel for you, it’s real.”

“No, I was drunk and upset about Rhaenyra, and you were just...there.”

“That’s it?” He scoffed. “So, what? I was just some plaything to give you comfort?” The prince spat in disgust.

Aegon dropped his hands and stepped back. His eyes had gone cold as he glared at him.

“I suppose so,” Aerys said.

The prince looked as if he were about to cry. Quickly, he cleared his throat, hardening his face as he sniffled.

“Alright then,” he muttered.

Aerys did not have a chance to speak before the prince rushed past him. Their shoulders collided, and Aerys struggled to keep his feet planted on the floor. With tears streaming down, he dropped his head. He raised his hands over his face to stifle his cries. How could this happen? Why was everything going so wrong? None of this was supposed to happen. He had been so stupid. He should have never gone out to the city. He should have never gone into that brothel. He should have never allowed that kiss to get out of hand. But how could he stop himself? When there was something inside of him begging him to continue. Something inside that longed to touch him, to kiss him, to hold him. 

The boy shook his head. No, he needed to stop thinking about it. What happened was a mistake. One that could never happen again. The throbbing in his cheek was a reminder of that. He raised two fingers to dig them into the small cut on his cheek. He could feel the wetness coating the tips of his fingers. Quiet whimpers escaped his lips as he struggled to push past the pain. He deserved it for what he had done. 

— 

Aerys stared up at the white canopy above him. He watched the shadows from the candle flame on his bedside table dance. His arms rested above his head. The young man hadn’t slept at all. It seemed his mind had refused to rest. He had been staring up at the canopy for hours. The giant castle had gone silent. There was a pleasant chill in the air. Aerys found himself enjoying the cooler climate of Driftmark. The boy sighed and turned to his side. He stared at the wooden shutters in hopes it would lull him to sleep. 

An urgent knock on the door made him jump. Aerys pushed himself up, putting all his weight on his hands.

“What is it?”

“Something has happened. The princes were injured, my lord.” A maid called from behind the door.

Aerys jumped to his feet. He quickly redressed and slipped his boots back on. Aerys could hear the loud chatter as he sprinted down the hall. As he descended the stairs, Aerys could see that everyone in the castle seemed awake. Everyone was gathered closely. He gasped when he saw the kids. The twins and the boys had blood on their faces. Aerys was infuriated by the sight. How could this have happened? Who had done this to them? The girls were a little roughed up, but they seemed alright. He immediately went to the boys. Little Luke was crying and clutching his nose. 

“The maester says it’s broken,” he sobbed.

Aerys placed a kiss on the top of his head. 

“What happened, Jace?”

“It was Aemond, he stole Vhagar!” He said in a hushed voice.

“What...? Where is he?” He asked.

The boy turned and pointed his finger. He patted the boy’s head and went to find the white-haired prince. He squeezed his way through the crowd of people. Aerys saw Queen Alicent kneeling beside a maester. The boy noticed Aegon standing near the fireplace and went to stand at his side. He peered his head around and gasped. The maester was stitching the left side of Aemond’s face.

“It will heal, will it not maester?” Queen Alicent asked.

“The flesh will heal, but the eye is lost.”

Gasps filled the room when the maester announced that. 

“Where were you?!” The queen demanded as she stepped towards Aegon.

“Me?” 

Aerys gritted his teeth and turned his head when the queen slapped the prince across his face. It was an unseemly thing to do. He watched sadly as the boy cupped his face. 

“What was that for?!” He exclaimed.

“That was nothing, compared to the abuse your brother has suffered while you were drowning in your cups, you fool!” The woman had a wild look in her eyes.

Everyone turned as the lord and lady of the castle made their way down the stairs. Aerys took the chance to look over Aegon's face. He frowned when he noticed a handprint start to form. The prince discreetly squeezed Aerys' hand and smiled to reassure him. It did little to comfort him. Rhaenyra and Daemon were the last to show up. Aerys and Aegon stood quietly as both sides began arguing back and forth. Aerys had to bite his tongue when the queen claimed Lucerys had wanted to kill Aemond. Lucerys was a sweet boy, a handful at times, but sweet. Aemond may not have been Luke’s favorite person in the world, but he doubted the boy would kill him.

“It was my sons who were attacked and forced to defend themselves!” Rhaenyra refuted. “Vile insults were levied against them!”

“What insults?” The king questioned. 

“The legitimacy of my son's birth was put loudly to question.”

“He called us bastards,” Jace put in quietly.

Aerys noticed the looks exchanged between the lords and ladies in the room. The thick tension in the air had grown. Aerys had heard the rumors before. It was hard not to. It was practically all everyone whispered about at court. 

“Aemond, look at me. Your king demands an answer. Who spoke these lies to you?”

The room grew silent as they waited for the boy to answer. It took a moment before he raised his head to look at his mother. Of course, he had heard it from her. The strained relationship between the queen and Rhaenyra was no secret.

“It was Aegon.”

Aerys frowned; as much as he would like to deny the boy's claim, he couldn’t. Aegon was fond of Rhaenyra’s sons; he always has been. But even Aegon has muttered the word bastards when talking about Rhaenyra’s sons. He did not do it around Aerys, as the first and only time he did, Aerys refused to speak to him for a fortnight. 

“Me?” The boy replied, confused.

Aerys felt the boy tense up as the king approached them. He quickly pulled his hand away from Aegons.

“And you, boy. Where did you hear such calumnies?”

The prince remained silent. The two jumped when the king screamed the boy's name.

“Grandfather, he would never-”

“Silence! Tell me the truth of it!”

“My king-”

“We know, father. Everyone knows. Just look at them...”

Aerys stared at the boy sadly. Aegon would not even look at him. Aerys stepped away and turned to face the fireplace. His grandfather’s yelling caused him to tense up. Aerys stayed quiet as the king and queen began to speak.

“I will have one of her son’s eyes in return.”

Aerys turned to look back at the queen in horror. The woman had seemingly gone mad. Everything was happening so quickly. The king tried to calm his wife, but she would have none of it. She ordered Ser Criston to take Lucerys’ eye. Fortunately, the man had refused.

“Alicent, this matter. . . Is finished. Do you understand?” 

The crowd watched silently as the king began to walk away.

“And let it be known: anyone whose tongue dares to question the birth of Princess Rhaenyra’s sons should have it removed .” 

No one failed to see who the king's words were pointed at. He was making it clear, not just to everyone, but to the queen herself. Rhaenyra thanked her father before turning back to her children. Aerys could feel the tension only rising between both sides of the room. He wondered if his grandfather’s words had done more harm than good. 

Suddenly, the room turned to chaos as Queen Alicent ran at Rhaenyra with the king's dagger. Aerys had tried to run to her aunt's side, but Aegon grabbed a hold of him and kept him at his side.

Everyone had gone quiet as they watched the standoff between the queen and the princess. Rhaenyra had gotten the last word before the queen brought the blade down. Lord Corlys had caught Rhaenyra so she would not fall. The blade had sliced open Rhaenyra’s arm. Aerys had gotten away from Aegon. Quickly, he rushed to his aunt’s side, looking over the wound. A heavy trail of blood began trickling down her skin. 

“Do not mourn me, mother. I may have lost an eye, but I gained a dragon.” Aemond rushed to his mother's side.

Aerys turned his head, his dark eyes scanning over the crowd. He noticed what was clear for all to see. The lines had been drawn.

—

The sun had seemed to rise earlier than usual. The crowd dispersed quite quickly after the events between the queen and the princess. The king had Queen Alicent and her children escorted to their chambers immediately while their ship was being prepared. Daemon had gone with Rhaenyra and the boys to have a maester tend to their wounds. Aerys was preparing to head back to King's landing. Aerys shared tearful goodbyes with the boys before they were ushered to bed. As he exited the castle, he found Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon talking. Prince Daemon noticed the boy first, nodding his head towards him. Rhaenyra turned her head to look for him. Daemon stayed behind as the Princess walked towards Aerys. 

“I am sorry we did not have another chance to speak earlier.”

“There were more pressing matters to attend to.”

“Your cut looks fresher than it did yesterday.” She frowned. 

“Aerys, you know you can tell me anything. If someone hurt you-”

“I reopened it in my sleep. That’s all.”

“Perhaps you should join us at Dragonstone-”

“My place is at court. I must do as my king commands.”

Rhaenyra huffed, a smile spreading across her lips. Her violet eyes traveled across every inch of his face. Warm, soft fingers trailed across his uninjured cheek.

“My little dragon, always so noble.”

If only you knew, he thought. The woman pressed a quick kiss to the top of his head.

“You’re always welcome at Dragonstone.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

The woman pulled him into her arms for a hug. Aerys was careful not to touch her injured arm.

“We have to go, Aerys!” Helaena called from behind.

The two pulled away, sharing one last silent look of goodbye. Aerys walked with Aegon and Helaena to the sandy shores where their dragons lay. Dreamfyre was the first to perk up as she spotted Helaena. Sunfyre and Agana continued to rest their heads together. Vhagar was lounging away from the others. Aemond was not allowed to ride the ancient-looking dragon on the way back due to his injuries. Aerys was still deciding how he felt on the matter. Aemond was well within his rights to claim Vhagar, but he did feel sorry for little Rhaena. Luke had told him that the girl wished to claim her mother’s dragon for herself. But claiming a dragon was not so simple. The rider doesn’t simply choose a dragon and gets to have it. The dragon must also accept the rider, and Vhagar had accepted Aemond.

Aerys pulled on a pair of riding gloves to protect his hand. Once again, he scaled up the silver dragon. The four dragons stood to their feet and began to shake off all the sand.

“Race you home!” Aegon called after he commanded Sunfyre to fly.

“He’s a fool,” Helaena sighed.

Aerys watched as the giant pale blue dragon lifted off into the sky. He gripped the reins to prepare himself.

“Sōvēs, Agana!”

[sena-seastar]

The Dragon's Gold

Chapter Two

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Aerys Reyne (male oc)

Summary: Aerys Reyne, son of Naerys Targaryen, the second-born daughter of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, has been best friends with Aegon since childhood. As boys, they had been inseparable. Many said that it reminded them of the early days of King Jaehaerys reign. When the princes Aemon and Baelon were still children. Wherever one boy was, it wasn't long before the other came running behind him. That was until forbidden desires of the heart forced a wedge between them. After the death of his grandsire, King Viserys, Aerys finds himself torn between two sides: stand by his oldest friend or stand by the only mother he has ever known.

Warnings: (18+ MDNI), Smut between two women, prostitution, underage drinking, implied underage smut (nothing too graphic), incest, Otto Hightower, and homophobia.

a/n: I want to clarify that Aerys is the same age as Aegon. Dialogue in italics means that the characters are speaking in high valyrian. I was just too lazy to attempt to translate it. Though, there may be some high valyrian thrown in here and there. No beta, so I apologize for any or all grammar and spelling mistakes.

Aerys

Aerys curled himself deeper into his blankets. His eyes remained glaring at the stony walls of his chambers. The boy's stomach ached from refusing to eat his supper earlier. The room was dark and there was a slight chill in the air. Only the moonlight coming from the window lit up the cold gray stone walls. It had been an entire day since Rhaenyra had departed with her family. Hours since Aerys had moved from his bed. He had hoped to sleep his despair away, but it seemed like sleep was determined to evade him. The castle was quiet, too quiet for the boy. Everyone has most likely gone to sleep by now. Yet Aerys remained wide awake, to mull over his sad thoughts.

Since he was a little boy, Rhaenyra had been the only mother he had ever known. Having lost both of his parents at the ripe age of four. He could remember his mother’s voice, but her face was becoming a fading memory in his mind. Nyra had the ring with his mother’s portrait commissioned for his thirteenth name day. It was his most prized possession. Aerys also had many portraits of his parents that he had made himself, but he was never pleased with them. They always felt like they were missing something.

The slight creek of his chamber door freed him from his mind. Assuming it was a maid, he remained glaring at the gray stone wall, in hopes they would go away. Aerys let out a soft grunt as something collided with his back. The young man quickly sat up, turning to find the assailant. Aegon stood at the end of the bed dressed in beggar clothes. It was not an unfamiliar sight for Aerys. Aegon had stood at the bottom of Aerys’ bed and begged him to join him in his adventures many times.

“Put them on,” Aegon whispered.

Aerys turned his head down. There was a brown sack lying at his side. He began to pull the contents out of the bag. It was a disguise similar to the one Aegon wore. Aerys dropped the clothes on his lap.

“Aegon, I can’t-”

“No!” He whispered harshly. His face was scrunched up in anger. “I understand you are upset about Rhaenyra, but that is exactly why you must come. To get your mind off of it. Besides, how would you live with yourself if something happened to me? Something that you could have prevented if you came with me.”

“You've gone out alone plenty of times,” Aerys scoffed.

“So? Now, get dressed.”

Aerys rolled his eyes before getting out of bed. Perhaps Aegon was right. He needed to clear his head before his sadness consumed him. Aerys quickly changed into the clothes Aegon had given him. The Targaryen prince gave him a nod before motioning him to take his hand. The pair quickly and quietly made their way out of the room. They slipped into a nearby storage closet that had a hidden entrance to one of the castle's many secret passages. The two boys moved a large cart out of the way before placing their hands on the wall. They turned to each other and gave a nod. The two pushed with all the force they could muster until the wall gave in. The two nearly toppled over each other. Aerys was quickly able to grab Aegon's cloak, saving the boy from landing face-first on the ground.

The two boys shared a glance before slapping their hands over their mouths to stifle their laughter. Aegon took Aerys by the hand before leading them through the tunnel. Aerys was unsure of where they were. He didn’t have nearly as much experience using the secret passages as Aegon did. So he quietly let Aegon lead him forward. It wasn’t long before they came to the room that held the skull of Balerion, also known as The Black Dread. The dragon of Aegon the Conqueror, Maegor the Cruel, Princess Aerea, and King Viserys. Though his grandsire only rode the great dragon once, before he died of old age. Oh, what Aerys would give to have been able to simply look at Balerion in his prime.

In the darkness, it felt as though something was watching him. His eyes lingered on the skull as they passed. For a second he could have sworn he saw black eyes staring back at him. Aerys shook his head. His old wet nurse used to tell him that shadows liked to play tricks on the minds of men.

It didn’t take long before they made it outside of the castle gates. Aegon held onto Aerys’ hand as he led him through the crowded streets. The stench was the first thing to hit him. The city smelled of smoke, wine, piss, and what he could only assume was sex. Despite being so late into the night, the city seemed more alive than ever. A stark contrast to the dark quiet castle. There were hordes of people everywhere. Men clustered together as they drank and sang old songs of war. Men pulled women into their laps to fondle them. Women wearing scandalous dresses that left nothing to the imagination. Musicians were seated against the walls as they performed for all the see. The two boys came to a halt as a fight broke out before them. Aegon pulled Aerys to the side to keep him out of the way. One of the men dropped to the ground. He was quickly surrounded by people picking through his pockets.

It was all so thrilling. He could hear hundreds of different conversations all going on at once. As they turned the corner there was a woman on the ground on all fours as a man pumped inside her from the back. Her back arched as she moaned in pleasure. A deep blush crept onto his face. Never in his life had he seen such a sight. Aegon had told him many stories over the last two years since he began sneaking out of the castle, but now he was seeing it all for himself. Even as they passed the couple they did not stop, both eager to reach their climax.

“Riveting, isn’t it?” Aegon whispered into his ear.

Aerys gave him a shy nod. “Where are we going?”

“Don’t worry, we’re almost there.”

They squeezed their way through another crowded street.

“Out of the way boy!” A drunkard growled as he brushed past Aerys.

Multiple women leaned against the stone walls. Their dresses hiked up, flaunting their smooth legs. They waved and called out flirtatiously to all the men who passed. Their looks ranged from young to old, thin to large, tall to short, yellow-haired to raven-haired, pale-skinned to dark ebony.

The two came to a set of wide-opened doors of a two-story building. The entrance was lit up by two ornate lamps of gilded metal and emerald glass. The overwhelming scent of incense filled his nose. Men and women were constantly flowing in and out of the building. Aerys quickly realized it was a pleasure house. They made their way inside. From the entrance of the door, it was a straight shot to the common room. The room was filled with tapestries, colorful curtains, and rugs. Multiple women lounged upon cushioned alcoves. Some were seated on the laps of their patrons, grinding their bodies together, laughing at whatever the men whispered to them as if it were the funniest thing in the world. Some were intertwined with one another, sensually running their hands over each other.

An older woman approached the two of them. She had long yellow hair that reached past her hips. Her body was tall and lean. The two had to look up to meet her eyes. They were blue. They matched the dress she wore. She had a long aquiline nose, high cheekbones, and plump rosy lips. Her skin seemed to have a warm tan to it. The dress pushed her rather large bosoms up for display. Aerys blushed as he returned his eyes to her face.

“It’s been a while,” she smiled.

“Yes, it has. This is my friend's first time in the city. I want to make sure he enjoys himself.” Aegon said proudly as he wrapped his arm around Aerys’ shoulder.

“Of course. Is there anything in particular you’re looking for?” The woman asked.

Her soft honeyed voice was almost heavenly. Aerys believed he could listen to her speak for hours on end. Aegon moved towards the woman who leaned down. He whispered something into her ear that made her laugh. Aerys nervously clenched his hands into fists. There was no telling what Aegon was whispering to her, and the mystery unnerved him. The two finally pulled away from each other. Aegon moved back to Aerys' side.

“Right away my prince. For now, let me have one of my girls escort you to your room. Willa!” The woman called out.

A young woman approached them. Aerys assumed this was Willa. She was a pretty-looking woman. Her long brown hair was thick and curly. Large brown eyes stared at him apprehensively. They reminded him of a doe. A sweet little doe. She placed her hands on her hips in a seductive manner, but he could tell she was tense. Her baby pink dress showed off her voluptuous figure. She was tall and round, but not unpleasantly so. Her skin was a beautiful copper color that seemed to glow under the candlelight.

“Take these two gentlemen to a room.” The yellow-haired woman instructed.

“Of course, this way gentlemen.” Willa batted her eyelashes as she walked ahead of them.

Aegon intertwined their fingers, pulling Aerys along. They made their way up a set of stairs, careful to avoid the woman who leaned against the rails of the staircase. Many of them playfully toyed with his hair as he passed. Willa led them down a hall. The hall was filled with multiple rooms on both sides. Some doors were closed but you could very clearly hear what was going on inside. Some were open with women leaning seductively against the door frames. And then there were some open with small crowds of people inside watching as men pounded away at the women beneath them.

Aegon squeezed his hand, recapturing Aerys' attention. There was a wide smirk on his face as he looked at Aerys' flustered face. Willa led them down another hallway. This one was much quieter, with fewer rooms. All the rooms were dark and empty. She led them to the end of the hall, pushing open a beautifully carved door. The squared room was beautiful. It was lit up by lamps of gilded metal and decorated with colorful jewels. In the center of the room was a large canopy bed. The bed was covered with maroon and purple silks and velvet blankets. The floor was covered with purple rugs. The stone walls of the room were covered with colorful tapestries of nude women.

“Fetch us some wine!” Aegon commanded Willa as he removed his cloak.

“Right away,” the woman nodded before taking her leave.

Aerys waited for the door to close before speaking.

“What did you tell the woman downstairs?” He asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

Aegon let out a bored sigh as he walked over to Aerys. His fingers began tugging at the string of Aerys’ cloak.

“It’s a surprise, Aerys. Consider it a gift from your dear uncle.”

“A gift?” Aerys scoffed.

“Yes, a gift. Now quit squirming, I’m trying to get this off you.”

Aegon let out a shout of triumph as the cloak fell to the floor. The Targaryen prince moved to sit on the bed. He pulled off his tunic and kicked off his boots. He moved to lean against the headboard, resting on a mountain of pillows.

“Well come on, or do you plan on standing the entire evening?”

Aerys nodded before following suit. His skin prickled with goosebumps as the night air hit his skin. There was a quick knock at the door before it opened. Willa returned holding a tray with a flagon of wine and two glasses. Behind her came the yellowed-haired woman and two more people. It was hard for Aerys to discern if they were men or women. They wore thick black cloaks with hoods that concealed their faces. Willa set the tray down on the table next to the bed. She poured the wine and handed it to them. The yellow-haired woman dismissed her once she was done. Aerys found himself watching her until she disappeared behind the door.

“Gentlemen, I introduce you to the lovely ladies, Melira and Serenei.” The yellow-haired woman announced with a smile.

The two figures unlaced their cloaks before dropping them to the ground. The dark cloaks pooled at their feet. The first thing Aerys noticed was their beautiful silver hair. They had pale blue eyes, even prettier than the older woman beside them. As his eyes trailed down Aerys suddenly became aware of their nakedness.

“Two beauties from the island of Lys. Maidens, just as you asked.”

“They will do. Leave us.”

The yellow-haired woman bowed before leaving, pulling the door closed behind her. Aerys tried his best to look at their faces. Aegon jumped to his feet. He circled the two women, inspecting them. The shorter woman was around Aegon’s height while the other stood a head taller. The prince turned his head to gauge his reaction. Aerys cast his eyes down to the wine in his glass.

“Don’t be such a prude Aerys! Feast your eyes upon their beauty,” Aegon proclaimed as he fondled the shorter one’s breast from behind. “It’s what I bought them for. Which one are you?”

“Serenei, my prince.” The woman gasped as his fingers toyed with her nipples.

“Alright,” Aegon sighed. “My friend is new to this sort of thing. I want you both to put on a nice show for us.”

“Of course, my prince.” They both answered.

Aegon moved back to his spot on the bed. The two women crawled onto the bed. They sat on their knees at the edge of the bed. The taller one moved first. Pulling Serenei in for a kiss. Sweet simple pecks at first before they became longer and more passionate. Serenei moaned against Melira’s lips. Their hands pawed at one another. Gently caressing each other's breasts. Melira’s chest was much larger than Serenei’s. The shorter woman pulled back, getting on her hands and knees. She lowered her head to take one of Melira’s nipples in her mouth. Melira threw her head back slightly, moaning at the sensation. She trailed her nails down Serenei’s back. While she used the other to hold the woman’s head.

“Lovely aren’t they?” Aegon whispered into Aerys’ ear.

Aerys could only respond with a nod. He shifted in his seat as he watched Serenei dip a hand between the other woman’s legs. Her arm moved back and forth as she played with the woman’s cunt. Melira let out a loud moan before pushing the woman away. Serenei giggled as she fell onto her back, spreading her legs from Melira to crawl between them.

“Would you like me to taste her, my prince?” Melira asked.

“I’m not sure. Aerys, would you like that?” Aegon asked.

Aerys' face felt like it was on fire. No doubt his cheeks were as red as blood. The two women looked at him, giggling.

“Umm, I-I don’t...”

“Relax Aerys,” Aegon laughed. “Go ahead, taste her.”

The two carried on with what they were doing. Melira kissed down the woman’s body until her face reached her cunt.

“She’s so wet, my prince.” Melira moaned.

Aerys raised his cup to his lips, enjoying the warmth of the wine as it went down. He moved his cup towards Aegon, who was quick to fill it up again. And so the night carried on. The two boys watched as the women played with each other. Aerys was unsure of how long it had been. The wine had begun to cloud his mind long ago. There seemed to be no end to it. As soon as he finished a glass more appeared. Now it was Serenei between Melira’s legs. Her thin fingers pumping inside the woman’s sopping cunt. Feeling eyes on him, Aerys turned his head to find Aegon watching him.

“What?” Aerys asked, raising his glass to his lips. He cursed as he felt the liquid run down his chin.

“You’ve got a little...here.” Aegon laughed, pointing an unsteady finger toward the side of his mouth.

Aerys poked out his tongue, licking the corner of his mouth. “There?”

“No,” Aegon giggled. “Other side, other side.”

Aerys rolled his eyes as he moved his tongue to the other side. He could taste the slight bitterness of the spilled wine. “There, I think I got it.”

He turned his head to find Aegon glaring at him. He furrowed his brows in confusion. Had he done something? They were just fine a minute ago. He parted his lips to speak but something else happened. Aegon leaned in, capturing Aerys’ lips with his own. Dazed, Aerys found himself reciprocating. He felt Aegon slip his tongue into his mouth as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The bitter aftertaste of the wine lingered much stronger on his tongue. Aerys' body responded to Aegon’s affection before his mind could. His hands gripped the Targaryen prince’s hips pulling him closer. They both groaned as their bare chests pressed against each other.

As Aerys felt Aegon's hand slip down between his legs his mind quickly caught up to speed. He jerked his head back, finally breaking the kiss. Aegon tried to lean forward to reconnect but stopped when Aerys placed a hand on his chest.

“What? What happened?” He asked, his violet eyes shifting between Aerys’ eyes and lips.

“What are you- what are we doing?” Aerys swallowed, pressing his hand harder against Aegon's chest to keep him at bay.

“You taste sweet,” Aegon hummed.

“Aegon we- we can’t be doing that.”

“Why?” He frowned as if he was confused as to why what they just did was wrong.

If this were any other circumstance Aerys would have found it adorable.

“Because it’s- it’s wrong.”

“How is it wrong?”

“Because we- we’re family.”

“So? In case you haven’t noticed this is something quite common in our family.”

“We’re both men! It’s wicked and immoral.”

“Ser Laenor fancy’s men. Do you find him wicked or immoral?”

“No, I-. . . that’s not what I’m saying...” Aerys murmured.

He felt Aegon slip his fingers under his chin, lifting his head. Aerys stared into those warm familiar violet eyes. Something he had done many times before.

“This is not wrong, Aerys. It’s just a kiss. We’ve done it once before, you liked it then too.” Aegon smiled, tracing his thumb over Aerys’ lips. “I won’t take it any further than you allow, I swear it. I just...want to kiss you.”

Aerys could feel his self-control melting away.

“Just...kissing right?”

“Just kissing.” Aegon agreed.

Aerys gave a small nod, dropping his hand from the prince’s chest. His body was tense as Aegon leaned in once more, reconnecting their lips. It was awkward at first until Aegon's fingers slipped into his hair. Something that had always calmed him down. Aegon slipped his tongue back between Aerys' lips. And without hesitation, Aerys found his hands gripping onto Aegon's waist pulling him closer. The two women had been forgotten until Aerys felt one move behind him. Her bare breasts were pressed against his chest as she moved her hand to his hair to take Aegon’s place. Aegon pulled his head back.

“Get out!” He hissed.

The two women froze in confusion, until he raised his voice, ordering them out a second time. “Out!”

The two quickly grabbed their cloaks before sprinting out of the room.

“That was cruel,” Aerys giggled.

“I’ll make sure they’re well compensated,” Aegon smirked, as he moved onto his knees.

Aerys scooted his body down a bit so he could be more comfortable. His neck was slightly sore from leaning against the headboard for so long. Aegon crawled between his legs. His hands were placed on both sides of Aerys' head. He bent down and their lips met with such lustful urgency. Aerys pushed Aegon away just enough to roll over on top of him without breaking the kiss. He pressed his tongue deep inside the Targaryen prince’s mouth, taking control.

“I want you,” Aegon mumbled against his lips as they finally parted ways.

He cast his eyes downwards, refusing to look Aerys in the eyes. His voice was soft and timid, no longer holding its usual smug and insouciant tone. Aerys was unsure of what he wanted to do. He had never been with a man before, or anyone for that matter. Sex was never something he was interested in before now. Aegon would often tell him of the many late-night trysts he had with women on the street of silk, but he had never mentioned any men. Aerys wondered if he had ever been with one. And even more concerning for the young man, he found himself growing jealous at the thought of another man touching him like this.

“Are you sure?” There was a slight slur to his voice, another sign of the wine taking effect. “I’ve never-”

“I know Aerys...but I want this. I want to do this together. We’ve always done everything together.”

Aegon gave him a sweet smile. His fingertips trailed from the mole on Aerys’ right cheek down to his chin, pulling him down to kiss him again this time deeper, slower, hungrier.

Aerys felt Aegon dig his fingers into his hips and pull him closer, their clothed middles pressed against each other. He pulled back with a hiss but still rested his forehead against Aegons. Aerys rolled his hips closer, enjoying the feeling of Aegon’s nails digging into his skin. The night was just beginning for the two.

—

The candles in the room had burned out. The streets were beginning to quiet down, as dawn approached. The two boys were wrapped in each other’s embrace. Aegon rested his head against Aerys' chest, still fast asleep. However, once again Aerys’ mind had refused to let him rest. Aegon had opened the window shutters before he fell asleep, allowing the night air and moonlight to come through. He did not know what to think about what they had just done, but years of hearing how wrong it was began weighing down on him. Yet he could not bring himself to say he regretted it. In truth, he had never experienced something so thrilling, so...addicting.

“You're thinking too loud, it disturbed me from my slumber.”

“How inconsiderate,” Aerys smiled. “You have my apology.”

Aegon pushed himself up, shifting all his weight onto his elbow. His cold, long fingers sent a chill down Aerys’ spine, as they trailed down his chest.

“An apology? So gracious of you, perhaps you deserve a reward.”

Aerys’ face was burning something fierce, as Aegon's soft lips trailed kisses down his stomach.

“Do you want me to stop?” Aegon asked.

Aerys wanted anything but.

“No, keep going...please.” His face burned hotter.

His mind and body both begging to be touched. To feel those cold fingers trace every inch of his skin.

“I think I like it when you beg,” Aegon purred, his nails dug into the boy's skin. Dragging from his chest down to his hips.

Aerys let out a heavy sigh. The slight sting only added to the pleasure. His back arched against the dragon prince’s touch. Aerys’ stomach was filled with anticipation of what was to come. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, beating loudly against her ears. Aerys’ hands clenched tightly at the blanket, unsure of what to do with them. His hips bucked at the feeling of Aegon's warm breath against the skin of his lower stomach.

The sound of a loud bang and splintering wood made them jump in fear. The carved oak door creaked loudly, having nearly been knocked off its hinges. The two boys were frozen, their eyes wide with shock and horror. There at the entrance of the room stood a knight wearing the colors of House Hightower, and Otto Hightower himself. Staring at the two boys with nearly the same expression. Though in his eyes there was something dark, something almost malevolent.

“Grandfather, I-I didn’t know you were here. How did you find us?” Aegon asked, his voice shaky.

“Get dressed!” The man snarled, a look of disgust covering his face. “Both of you!”

The two boys quickly jumped away from each other. Roughly pulling on their clothes as fast as they could. Once they were done they stood a great distance apart, staring at their feet. The older man said nothing as he turned and left the room, his cape swishing behind him. The unknown knight growled at the two boys, motioning them to follow. Not a word was spoken as they followed the reinstated hand of the king. Aerys grew confused and anxious. The way he was leading them was not the way they had come. Yet he did not question it, too afraid of what might happen if he dared to speak. He stared at his feet, not bothering to try and remember the path they took. A door creaked quietly and he found himself stepping out into a small dark alley.

“Lift your hoods,” the hand commanded as they neared the end of the alley.

They walked until they made it to Fishmongers Square, where a small carriage awaited them. The ride back to the castle was silent. Though Aerys’ could feel the eyes of Otto Hightower glaring at him. He suddenly wished to have Nyra at his side. She would know what to do, she always did. She would not hesitate to speak up in his defense. But now she was gone, sailed off to Dragonstone. All that was left was his grandsire, King Viserys. The boy loved his grandsire he truly did, but the man was weak. Always so busy trying to keep everyone happy. Always trying to keep the peace between the queen and the princess. Something he often failed at miserably.

The two boys were taken to the tower of the hand. The castle was practically void of all life at this time, so they did not have to fear lurking eyes. The hand paced back and forth, glaring at them every so often before continuing. The boys sat across from each other at the table that sat in the hand’s bed chamber. The silence was deafening. They were unsure of what the old man was waiting for. Aerys could not bring himself to even look up from the worn-down wood of the table. He felt Aegon kick at his foot, trying to get his attention. But Aerys would not look at him. The door swung open. Aerys looked up to find that the queen had entered the room. She wore a thick green robe, most likely to cover her nightdress. Her hair was unkempt, an unusual sight for the usual well-put-together queen.

“Leave us, Ser Yoren,” Otto commanded.

The knight’s armor clinked as he took his leave. Aerys felt as if he were going to be sick. As soon as the door closed the queen spoke.

“What has happened?” She asked.

“What happened is that I found these two laying together in a brothel, with my grandson about to put his own nephew's cock in his mouth!” The old man hissed, his voice laced with venom.

Aerys jumped in his seat at the noise. The bile rose in his throat, threatening to spill out. His entire body was shaking, riddled with fear.

“What? That is a lie! They would never-”

“Do you believe I would lie about something like this? Something so odious, something so vile!”

“No, I only meant-”

“Your uncle told me there was nothing to fear with you alone at court, and I tried to believe him. I tried to have faith in you, but for you to let something like this happen-”

“I did not let this happen-”

“Silence!” He seethed.

The queen's eyes widened in fear before she quickly cast her eyes to the floor. The man sighed before turning away from her and walking towards the table.

“Fortunately for the two of you, no one was able to recognize you. The two whores have been dealt with. But make no mistake,” the man warned, his voice dangerously low. “This will never happen again, or there will be serious consequences for the both of you. Alicent, escort my grandson back to his chambers. Ensure that a knight is placed inside of his room, to keep an eye on him.”

“Yes, Father...and what of Aerys?” She asked.

“I will have him escorted by Ser Yoren, now go.”

“Yes Father, come Aegon!” She commanded, motioning the boy to go to her.

Aerys turned his head to look at Aegon. Surely he wouldn’t leave him. Aegon stood to his feet, his eyes shifted to look at the boy across the table. Aerys looked at him with the best pleading eyes he could muster, begging him to stay. Aegon lowered his head and walked to his mother. Aerys watched, devastated. His lip trembled, his eyes burned with tears, and his heart began pounding in his ears. He dropped his head, staring at his feet.

“Look at me boy.” Otto hissed.

Aerys remained still. How could he? How could Aegon abandon him like this? This was all his fault!

“Look at me!”

Aerys barely had time to raise his head before the back of the old man’s hand connected with his cheek.

The harsh smack echoed through the room. The ringing in his ear and the stinging in his eyes made it difficult to register what had happened. He looked at the man before him at a loss for words. The man’s hand was still in the air. For a second the man shared a look of bewilderment before his eyes burned with fury.

“How dare you!” The man spat. “How dare you befoul my grandson with your depravity-”

Aerys turned his head to look away but the old man was quick to catch his chin in his hand. Aerys winced at the pain, trying to wriggle away.

“What kind of perversion is this?” He hissed.

His eyes darkened with loathing.

“No doubt this is the influence of your dear aunt and her husband. They’ve spent the last decade flouting their transgressions at court without shame. And I see they have planted the seeds of their debauchery in you. But as I said, this will not happen again. Be grateful for who your family is, boy. If you were anyone else I would have you gelded and sent off to the wall. Though you may prefer that, being what you are. Being trapped with a bunch of men who are so desperate to satisfy their depraved urges that they’ll fuck anything that moves must sound like paradise to you.”

The man backed away, though his eyes still glared at the boy. He stood up tall, his head held high. Aerys could feel the burning heat still emanating from his cheek.

“Ser Yoren will escort you to your chambers. I’ll send someone to clean that up.” The old man pointed his finger toward the boy's face. Shakily, Aerys raised his fingers to touch his cheek. He pulled them back to find himself bleeding. Not a lot of blood, just a drop or two, mostly likely from the large rings on the man’s fingers.

“You will not breathe a word of this night to anyone. As far as you’re concerned it never happened. But heed my warning boy. This will never happen again. Am I understood?”

Aerys moved his eyes to meet the old man’s gaze. Still unable to speak, he nodded in response.

“Good, now go.”

The boy could feel his knees buckle as he stood. He moved hesitantly, scared that the man would strike him again. Their eyes never left each other until Aerys was out the door. He could hear the old man whisper something to the knight. A moment later he heard the sound of footsteps trailing behind him.

Aerys sat quietly, his nails digging into the palms of his hands. The maester dabbed at the small cut on his cheek. They didn’t speak a word. Only the sound of crackling firewood filled the room. The sky was just beginning to turn a light blue. It wouldn’t be long before the pitter-patter of rushing servants rang through the halls of the castle.

“Alright, it should heal up within a few days. No need for stitches. Expect some bruising. You really ought to be more careful. There have been many young lords who met their ends tumbling down a flight of stairs.”

“Of course maester, it was a foolish mistake. Too much wine I suppose.”

“Mmm yes, that sounds about right. Alright, you should try and sleep now. Perhaps some dreamwine would help-”

“No!” The boy snapped.

The maester looked at him taken aback.

“My apologies maester, but I’m alright. There is no need.”

“Of course, I shall take my leave.” The maester bowed his head before leaving.

Once the door slammed closed he moved to the looking glass in the corner of the room. His iris eyes almost could not recognize the boy who stared back at him. There was a small cut beneath his eyes. Dark from the dried blood, and the salve the maester placed on it to keep it from infecting. The skin of his left cheek, as well as his left eye, looked red and slightly swollen. But it was not his injury that perturbed him. He had been bruised before. From accidents during sword training and from actually falling down the stairs once. He undressed, tossing the tattered clothes to the side.

Perhaps Otto Hightower was right. The seeds of sin were planted within him. Such sins weighed heavy on his heart, on his soul. He felt unclean, tainted. His nails dug into his skin scratching away at some unremitting itch that would not go away. Could he ever be forgiven? Would the gods be able to forgive such blasphemy? Such filth...

Aerys turned his head back to the small round table he and the maester had been sitting at. There was a larger copper bowl sitting in the middle. He walked over to dip his fingers into the bowl. The water had cooled. The cold water caused the hair on his arms to rise. He grabbed the rag from the bowl, not bothering to wring it. Water dripped down his skin as he scrubbed with contempt. Sobs racked his body as he struggled to reach his back. In frustration, he tossed the rag to the floor. His chest heaved heavily as he struggled to breathe. He swung his arm out, swiping the bowl off the table. Water splashed everywhere and the metal echoed as it hit the floor.

Aerys allowed himself to drop with it. He rocked himself back and forth, burying his face into his hands. His skin was red and raw, it burned as the morning breeze brushed against him. The boy found himself utterly exhausted now. He lay on his side, curling himself into a ball. Wrapping his arms around himself, he began to hum a tune. It was the lullaby his mother used to sing for him. He could no longer remember the words, but he remembered the melody. At long last, darkness overtook him.

[sena-seastar]

The Dragon's Gold

Chapter Four

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Aerys Reyne (male oc)

Summary: Aerys Reyne, son of Naerys Targaryen, the second-born daughter of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, has been best friends with Aegon since childhood. As boys, they had been inseparable. Many said that it reminded them of the early days of King Jaehaerys reign. When the princes Aemon and Baelon were still children. Wherever one boy was, it wasn't long before the other came running behind him. That was until forbidden desires of the heart forced a wedge between them. After the death of his grandsire, King Viserys, Aerys finds himself torn between two sides: stand by his oldest friend or stand by the only mother he has ever known.

Warning: Self-harm, depression, religious guilt

a/n: This chapter takes place shortly after the events of episode seven. There will be a few small time skips in this chapter. Dialogue in italics means that the characters are speaking in high valyrian. I was just too lazy to attempt to translate it. Though, there may be some high valyrian thrown in here and there. No beta, so I apologize for any or all grammar and spelling mistakes.

Aerys

Aerys sat quietly at the giant dinner table in the great hall of the castle he called home. Yet the place seemed so strange to him. He used his fork to poke lightly at the food on the plate before him. Aerys had little appetite and barely managed to stomach the salty vegetable stew of the first course. Today, Aegon married Helaena in a lavish ceremony. Aerys had not made it to the ceremony as he was feeling unwell. It wasn’t a complete lie. He had been unable to keep his breakfast down this morning. But the king made it clear that his presence at the feast was not optional. So here he was. Sitting miserably at the end of the hall, wishing he were anywhere else.

Aerys reached out to grasp the cup of sweet arbor red that sat beside his plate. It was his seventh cup of the night. The king had put a stop to Aerys drinking after they returned from Driftmark, but he allowed Aerys to indulge himself during the celebration. Before he could lift the cup, he felt a calloused hand covering his own. He followed the hand upward to find the face of the owner. It was Ser Otto. He threw Aerys a friendly smile, but his eyes did not match. It was a warning.

“Perhaps you’ve had enough, Lord Reyne.”

Aerys retracted his hand slowly and placed both hands on his lap.

He glared at the plate, biting his tongue. The loud chatter of the room all around him became muffled in his ears.

Aerys wanted to cry. The familiar sting in his eyes was becoming overwhelming. It took everything in the young man’s power to keep his composure. The inside of his mind was running wild. Is this what the rest of his life will look like? Feel like? He thought back on the past two weeks. The strain growing between him and Aegon was weighing heavily upon him. They had hardly spoken to one another. Their few interactions were brief and always under the supervision of his mother or grandfather. The entire time, Aerys picked nervously at the threads of his shirts as he tried to avoid the glares of Ser Otto and the Queen. 

Then, there was the news of Ser Laenor’s death and the rumors that Rhaenyra and Daemon had gotten rid of the knight so they could wed. Rhaenyra had sent a raven to Aerys, informing him of her marriage and denying all accusations. Aerys didn’t know what to believe anymore. It was all too much for him to handle.

Aerys felt hopeless. It felt like he was standing outside his body, watching rather than living.

He wanted to be wrapped safely in the warm furs in his bedchamber. Another wave of overwhelming sadness swept over him. Aerys pushed his chair back and cringed at the loud noise it made as it hit the stone floor. Suddenly, it felt like all the eyes in the room were on him. He cleared his throat.

“My apologies, my king, but I’m not feeling well. May I be excused?”

The king's dark indigo eyes stared at the young man. He thought for a moment before he nodded his head. Aerys ignored the glare from the hand. The chatter picked up once more as he departed from the great hall, though it was muffled in his ears. As he began making his way to his bedchamber, Aerys heard a voice call out. When he turned, he was met with pale white hair and violet eyes. 

“You left in quite a hurry; I was worried. Are you well?” Aegon asked softly.

Aerys was confused by his look of concern. Why would he come after him? Aerys let out a tired sigh. Perhaps he was overthinking it. 

“I am fine. I apologize for leaving. I’m afraid it was all just a bit overwhelming for me. You know how I feel about big events like this.” Aerys flashed him a small smile, hoping it would be convincing enough. 

Aegon stared at Aerys as if he were studying him. “Perhaps some fresh air would do you some good. Would you like me to accompany you?”

The thought of spending another moment with the prince made his stomach ache. Aerys smiled once again and gently shook his head.

“That is most kind of you, Prince Aegon, but I am fine. I’m sure your wife is missing your company.” 

The two stood in the hallway quietly. At that moment, Aerys wished for nothing more than the comfort of his oldest friend. But things were different now. What he needed was a moment of peace. A moment away from everyone, to be alone to gather his thoughts. The prince nodded, nervously picking at the skin around his fingernails.

“As you wish, Lord Reyne.”

He stepped back and turned to walk into the great hall, returning to the feast. Aerys stood there for a moment, silently fiddling with his nails. It was all too much for him. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to be here. He did not wish to play the part of the happy old Aerys as his life fell apart right before his eyes. Aerys was tired of being trapped in this insufferable prison, but what could he do? He did not want to leave his home. The thought of leaving terrified him. The idea of being surrounded by people he did not know or trust made his chest hurt. The boy hardly knew most of the people in the great hall; most of them had come from Oldtown. Would this be the life the gods would curse him with? What had he done to deserve such cruelty?

He tried to think of what he had done to upset the gods. He always went to worship in the great sept as often as possible. Aerys also prayed to the old gods at the weirwood tree. He always thanked them for everything they had blessed him with in life. His family, his home, his life. So. . .why? Had he offended them somehow? Did he not pray hard enough? Did he not thank them enough? Aerys turned on his heels and stormed down the hall as fast as he could. 

Aerys could feel the tears as they streamed down his face. His hair bounced, and some fell in his eyes.

Frustrated, he roughly pushed his hair back. He grabbed the suffocating silver chain necklace around his neck and yanked it off, throwing it to the dirt. He had finally made it outside to the deserted old weirwood tree. Sobs escaped freely from his lips, and he did not attempt to hide them. Not that he could, even if he had tried. Aerys dropped to his knees, clasping his hands together to pray.

“Forgive me, gods, for I have sinned. I have committed a most horrific act. I’ve shamed my father. I’ve shamed my mother. I’ve disgraced myself and both my houses. A sickness has rooted itself in me. Please, gods, help me! Please, I beg you!”

The boy cried, hunched over, digging his hands into the dirt. The weirwood tree had tears of its own. Aerys raised himself to look at the moon. His knees were beginning to ache from being on the rough ground—another punishment he deserved. The boy struggled to catch his breath. His head throbbed in pain. Aerys reached into his pocket, withdrawing a small knife. He lifted his tunic to expose his stomach. The boy bit his lip as he placed the blade against his skin. It didn’t need to be deep, just enough to quiet the noise. It was a nasty habit he had picked up over the past two weeks. When he could no longer continue reopening the scab on his cheek. A cut here and there goes unnoticed. If the maids who sometimes helped him bathe did mention it, all he had to do was say it was an accident. They never questioned him; it wasn’t their place to do so.

He watched as the blood pooled and dripped down his stomach, painting his pale skin red. He lifted a finger to press into the wound, grunting at the sting that followed. It was not the ideal way to deal with his pain, but it worked. With a shuddering sigh, he pushed himself back onto his aching legs, hiding the blade in his pocket. Aerys felt his shirt begging to cling to his skin. Fortunately, his tunic was black, so it was unnoticeable even as the blood seeped through.

Aerys closed his eyes, clenching his hands into fists. I’m alright. Everything is fine, he whispered to himself over and over again. He waited until his breathing returned to normal, or at least as normal as it could be before he entered the castle. The celebration was still ongoing. Aerys could hear it even as he was walking up the stairs. He kept his head down, counting each step he took. All he wanted to do was sleep. His mind and his body were at their limit. Aerys didn’t even bother removing his boots as he entered his room. The boy just dropped onto his stomach, ignoring the pain of laying on the fresh cut. Perhaps he would feel better in the morning.

—

Aerys glared at the angry red line on his stomach. It had been two days since the wedding. The guilt and shame that always came after he hurt himself still gnawed at him. Yet he refused to look away. He always made himself look at what he had done. Aerys dropped his tunic, allowing it to hide the angry red mark, and turned his head up to look at his face. He patted down his unkempt hair, pushing it away from his forehead. The boy who stared back at him was a stranger. His eyes were void of emotion when he only wanted to cry. This is not me, he thought.

His mind drifted to Nyra. What would she think if she saw him like this? And what wouldn’t he do to be wrapped in her arms again? To have her play with his hair and tell him tales of her shared girlhood with his mother, as she had done many times before. His grandsire was right; her presence would be missed. There were many times he had found himself walking past her old apartments. He missed her. He missed the boys. It felt so wrong not being able to see them every day. Not being able to play with them or listen to Luke’s wild tales of the adventurers he would go on someday. The boy planned to make a name for himself like his grandfather, the sea snake, did.

A loud knock at the door brought Aerys back to the present. He walked over to the door, pulling it open. His eyes widened as he spotted Queen Alicent, with her sworn shield, Ser Criston, outside the door.

“Your grace,” he bowed his head in respect.

“May I come in?” She asked.

Aerys’ eyes shifted nervously between the queen and the white cloak. He nodded his head and moved to the side, allowing them entry.

“Wait outside the door, Ser Criston.” The woman ordered.

“Yes, my queen,” the knight nodded.

Aerys closed the door slowly, careful not to slam it. He followed the queen to the small table. 

“May we sit?” Queen Alicent asked.

“Of course, your grace,” Aerys responded almost immediately.

“A raven came this morning. I wanted to tell you the news myself,” Queen Alicent smiled.

“What news?” Aerys asked, anxiously awaiting a response.

“Word has come from Castamere. It seems your brother's wife is expecting a child. You are to be an uncle soon; congratulations, Aerys.”

Aerys smiled at the news. It was the first time he had genuinely smiled in weeks. His brother and sister-in-law were having a child, their first child. He would have to write to them right away. It had been some time since he wrote to his brother. Things had become so hectic for the both of them, with his life falling apart and his brother dealing with the frustrations of ruling a noble house. Once again, he found himself happy to have been born second. The pressure of ruling was something he could do without.

“That’s wonderful. Thank you for telling me about your grace.”

“Of course,” the woman replied.

A quiet silence echoed between them. Aerys gulped nervously. Was there something else? His fingers toyed with the ring around his finger, praying for his mother to give him strength. Queen Alicent stared at him, her face unreadable. He wasn’t sure what she was feeling or what she would do.

“There was something else I wished to discuss with you.” She cleared her throat, shifting in her seat.

“About the incident that occurred two weeks ago. I wanted to apologize for my father. What he did-”

“Nothing happened, your grace. I-”

“Aerys,” the woman sighed.

He dropped his head, staring at his bare feet under the table.

“I know what happened. It was wrong for him to lay a hand on you. I wanted to assure you that it will never happen again.”

Aerys remained silent.

“But I also want to make sure you understand that what happened before my father found you two must never happen again.”

“It won't, your grace!” Aerys said hurriedly.

“I know it won’t,” Queen Alicent smiled. She placed her hands on the table, reaching out for his.

With shaking hands, Aerys moved, placing his hands into hers. Her grip was firm but gentle.

“I believe I understand all too well how you feel,” the queen hesitates, her brows scrunching together. “Matters of the heart can be so overwhelming for someone so young. Especially those that are forbidden to us..”

She kept her eyes on their connected hands. Aerys was confused by all of this. The woman always maintained such a regal appearance. It was hard to imagine her as anything else but the queen. It's hard to believe there was a time when she was just a girl, so tender and free—a time when she wasn’t the queen or the mother of the king's sons. 

“I understand things have been hard for you since Princess Rhaenyra’s departure. The two of you were always inseparable; I can imagine how difficult it must be to no longer have her at your side.”

Aerys raised his head to find the woman staring at him. Her eyes trailed over every inch of his face. She leaned forward, wiping away the tears from his face.

“But it is important that we refrain from acting on desire. You are of royal blood, Aerys. That means there are higher expectations placed upon you. You must be wary of the things you do. Whispers travel fast and cannot be unheard of. You must understand this.”

“I understand,” he said, nodding his head.

“I’m glad to hear that. Well, I'm afraid I must be off. You should send a raven to your brother and congratulate him.”

“I will, your grace. Thank you.”

Aerys escorted the woman to the door, pulling it open for her. Ser Criston stepped out of the way, allowing space for the queen to pass. The boy waited until they disappeared down the hall before closing the door. He turned and pressed his back against the door. Aerys lifted his head, closed his eyes, and breathed deeply. Agana, he needed to see Agana .

—

Aerys fiddled with his ring as he stood in the outer yard. He was waiting for the stable boy to ready his horse. The outer yard was busy and full of life. It distracted the boy from his problems as he watched everyone go about their business. 

“You're a difficult man to find these days,” a playful voice called from behind.

Aerys stilled, his stomach tensed up like a clenched fist.

“My apologies; I did not realize I was being sought out.” He turned, finally coming face to face with Aegon.

Aerys had successfully avoided the boy for two days, though it seemed his luck had just run out.

“Are you going somewhere?” The prince asked.

“I was going to the dragon pit. I’m sure Agana is missing the wind beneath her wings.” Aerys shrugged.

“I’ll come with you. No doubt Sunfyre is missing me.”

Aerys fought the urge to scream. He fought the urge to tell the boy to stay behind.

“If you wish,” he sighed.

Aerys waited for Aegon’s horse to be brought to him. The two quickly mounted their horses before they were off. They raced through the streets of King’s Landing. Aegon had challenged him to race, to see who could make it to the dragon pit first. It was a childish game, but Aerys found himself unable to ignore his taunts. Luckily, his white mare seemed to be leaving Aegon’s chestnut gelding in the dust. Aerys reached the dragon pit first, though only by a close second. Aerys gloated about his victory as the two entered the giant dragon pit. It was so strange. For a moment, it seemed like it used to be. Like nothing had changed, they were the same boys they used to be. The dragon keepers led the two under the dome to the man-made caves built to house the dragons. 

Sunfyre was the first to raise his head as the group approached. Two dragon keepers stayed with Aegon while the other two carried on. Aerys followed quietly behind the men as they led him to another cave. A rush of confidence filled his body as they grew closer. The cave was dark, even with the torches lit. 

Glowing emerald eyes stared at the two from the darkness. A low growl filled the air as the she-dragon began to stretch herself out. Aerys smiled as the iron gates began to open. He walked forward slowly and stopped when he stood before the dragon. The light of the torches glistened from her silver scales. The boy extended out his hand, waiting for the dragon to make the next move. Her eyes lingered on the dragon keepers momentarily before her gaze moved to her rider. She lowered her neck, allowing his hand to rub along her muzzle. 

“Rytsas arli, Agana.” He greeted her warmly.

The young lord could seldom go a day without visiting his dragon. She was a great comfort to him. Aerys quickly scaled his way up Agana’s back to his saddle. He strapped himself in as he waited for the outer doors of the cave to open. Agana stood to her feet and turned. Aerys swayed side to side with every step she took. The loud creaking out the gates was all that could be heard. The sky was clear. The gods were smiling down upon King’s Landing.

“Sōvēs,” he commanded.

The dragon let out a low roar as she ran forward, leaping into the sky as she reached the end of the cave. The sun shined down on the two of them. A loud chirp from behind them made the boy turn his head. Sunfyre was not far behind. Aerys smirked as he commanded Agana to go faster. It seemed the lord was anxious for another race. The two dragons soared through the skies together. Agana, being slightly bigger than Sunfyre, had the advantage. But the golden dragon and his rider seemed quite determined. The silver dragon pulled up higher into the sky until they were hidden in the clouds. It took only a short time for the other two to follow. Aerys quickly spotted the golden dragon hovering below in the clouds. Aegon had a hand over his eyes as he searched the sky.

“Dive, ñuhys zaldrīzys!” Aerys ordered.

Agana dove right past the golden dragon. Sunfyre let out a roar as he barely managed to move out of the way. Aerys laughed as he held on tightly to the reins. The racing carried on for some time. It was almost sunset before the four finally returned to the dragon pit. Aerys helped the dragon keepers escort Agana back to her den. He met Aegon at the entrance of the dragon pit. They mounted their horses once more.

“You cheated,” Aegon accused.

“I did not!” Aerys argued.

The debate continued as the two made their way through the streets. The boys burst into a fit of laughter.

“I missed this,” the prince sighed, reminiscing about their friendship.

“Me too,” Aerys huffed sadly.

“Aerys, I know things have been-”

“Aegon,” Aerys groaned, dreading what the prince would say next.

“No, just listen,” Aegon snapped. “You’re my oldest friend, Aerys. I don’t want to lose that. Can’t we just start over? Please?”

The two boys stared at one another. The clacking of hooves and the chatter of the city coming alive under the setting sun bridged the gap of silence. How could Aerys deny such a request? The ache he felt in his heart over the loss of his friend these last two weeks was unbearable. His heart aches for the familiarity, the warmth, and the sense of belonging that Aegon provided.

“I would like that,” he lied.

Things would never be as they were. How could they? They crossed over a bridge that had since crumbled to dust. But perhaps they could pretend. Maybe they could ignore the sounds of their hearts calling out for one another.

—

“The maester believes Helaena is with child.”

Aerys did not dare to look up from the pages of the giant book in his hands. The book held the histories of the great houses of Westeros. It was filled with so many outlandish stories that it was hard to believe many were true.

“Not surprising, you have been performing your duty.”

“Don’t say it like that,” Aegon groaned.

Aerys sighed, raising his head to look at the prince. Aegon was lying on Aerys’ bed with his head dangling off the side. His eyes were closed, and his fingers toyed with the laces of his tunic.

“You make it sound like we’re cattle or something.”

“I don’t mean to sound crass, but is it truthfully any different? I do believe having children is one, if not the main purpose of marriage.”

“I know it is! I just-” the prince groaned, hoisting himself up to sit. “I didn’t expect it to be... this soon.”

“It has been two moons since the wedding, Aegon. Surely, you knew it would happen soon. It only takes one time,” Aerys laughs.

“I’m glad my worries can bring you so much joy.”

“Oh, calm down, Aegon. I’m sure most men are frightened by the idea of becoming a father. You have time before the babe comes. Enough time to prepare yourself.” 

Aerys flashed him a reassuring smile before returning to his book. His fingertips toyed with the edges of the pages.

“But what if. . .” Aegon paused, furrowing his brows. “What if I’m not. . .good at it?”

Aerys slid the book forward on the table. He stood from his seat and walked over to the bed. They both stayed quiet as Aerys moved to sit in front of Aegon, taking the boy's hands into his own.

“Aegon, look at me,” Aerys whispered.

The prince remained staring at his lap. Aerys squeezed his hands to get his attention. The prince shamefully raised his head.

“I cannot guarantee that you will be the best father in the world or that you won’t make mistakes-”

“Your words give me such comfort.”

“Just listen,” Aerys laughed. “As I said, I make no guarantees. But I do know you, and I know that under your entitled, carefree attitude, you are a good person. All you can do is try Aegon. Who knows? Perhaps you may surprise yourself.”

Aegon shot the boy a playful glare. “When did you get so wise?”

“I always have been,” Aerys scoffed.

The two boys glared at each other before they shared a laugh. Aerys tried desperately to ignore the pang in his heart. This was supposed to be a happy occasion. Aegon is going to be a father. Aerys was supposed to be happy for him. So why wasn’t he?