Kapitel 20: Chapter 20
The air was thick with tension as Aerion, stood before Maester Aemond, hearing the other parties explanation "I am already aware of it, but I appreciate your honesty, Maester Aemond," Aerion said, nodding in acknowledgment.
His subordinates had already briefed him on Maester James's studies and the experiments he had subjected the dragon to.
"Keep up the good work," Aerion commended, his voice echoing in the vast chamber.
Maester Aemond stepped forward, a hint of trepidation in his eyes. "Prince Aerion, the recent mishap was due to my oversight. The Dragon keepers and I were as blindsided by Maester James's actions as you were. While I recognize that ignorance does not absolve me of my guilt, I implore you to spare them from the punishment for my error."
Aerion's gaze swept over Maester Aemond and the anxious Dragonkeepers. "Maester Aemond, I am no monster, nor am I inclined to inflict cruelty by punishing the many for the misdeeds of one. You are advanced in years, and it's clear that Maester James exploited that to his benefit. Rest assured, neither you nor the Dragon keepers will face persecution for the crimes of Maester James. All I ask of you is to speak the truth when the time comes."
"But before that, I must ask you something my prince." Maester Aemond said seriously and Aerion also waited for the question.
"I have know you from an young age my prince, all these year's you have always been very thoughtful and calm but why did you do it ?" Aemond asked.
"What are you referring to Maester Aemond ?" Aerion asked as he was sure that the other party wasn't talking about his arrest of Maester James.
"I'm speaking about you breaking the ban from King Jaehaerys I Targaryen and claiming Dreamfyre." Aemond explained.
"Claiming Dreamfyre, ha..ha..ha" Aerion laughed as he explained" Oldman their is a huge difference between riding a dragon and claiming one".
With that said, Aerion's figure disappeared into the shadow of the dragonpit, his footsteps echoes consumed by the age-old stone. The atmosphere was heavy with the scent of dragons, yet Aerion's thoughts were elsewhere, engrossed in the possibility of discovering a disease akin to his father's within the grand library records.
Last night he was focused on checking the personal details of members of house Targaryen but now he was trying to see whether their was any record of similar disease to that his father was suffering from.
Simultaneously, the royal carriage departed from Kingswood, its wheels etching a consistent trail on the dirt road. The guards and servants moved with determination, their eyes alert, as they escorted none other than the King of the Seven Kingdoms and his family, including the future heir Rhaenyra and the son Aegon.
Within the carriage, Viserys' stare was far-off, his mind a storm of worry and royal responsibilities. Rhaenyra's voice, edged with the zeal of youth, sliced through his contemplation like a blade through silk.
"Father worry not, I believe there's either a misunderstanding, or Aerion must have a valid reason for his actions," she consoled her father, her eyes ablaze with confidence.
Viserys turned to his daughter, his face softening. "Rhaenyra, you need not defend Aerion, as I trust my children and always have. But the repercussions of his actions concern me."
He exhaled, the burden of the crown evident in his furrowed brow. "Despite being the King, I too am bound by certain rules. Aerion's detention of a Maester isn't a serious issue. The real problem arises when the Order of Maesters demands justification and proof for such an act."
"If Aerion by chance lacks substantial evidence and depends solely on his assumptions or weak proof against the Maester, the alleged crime of the Maester would merely turn into an accusation against the Maester.
Moreover, his act of detaining the Maester without the King's or other small council members' knowledge, coupled with Aerion's identity, could indeed pose a significant problem," Viserys elucidated, his voice a blend of sagacity and fatigue.
While Rhaenyra and the others like the majority knew Aerion's real identity as an illegitimate son of Viserys.
Many thought that it was Viserys who later legitimised Aerion's identity, what many do not know is the fact Aerion was legitimised by Visery's grandfather, the previous King Jaehaerys I Targaryen, who was the king of Westeros during that time.
It was the last thing he did as king, while it was accepted by the various lords they also made sure Aerion will have no right to the throne and some other conditions and the king Jaehaerys I agreed to this.
While Viserys' thoughts were drifting to the past, Alicent, who had been quiet by his side, nodded in agreement to her husband's words. Contrary to the fiery Rhaenyra, Alicent was now much more composed, her gaze encompassing the bigger picture.
"I know my brother; he wouldn't engage in a battle he can't win and he would surely not act without foreseeing all possible consiquences of his actions," Rhaenyra declared with unwavering assurance, her eyes locking with her father.
"I share your hope," Viserys responded with a heavy sigh, the future being uncertain, he could only hope that his son, who always appeared so mature and intelligent, wouldn't add to his worries like his daughter's recent actions.
The sun dipped low, casting a golden hue over King's Landing as the royal carriage trundled through the Mud Gate. The city's usual cacophony seemed to hush in reverence as King Viserys, weary and drawn, made his slow return to the Red Keep.
Alicent, ever the picture of grace, masked her discomfort well, but those close could see the toll the journey had taken, Rhaenyra sat thier her patient's wearing thin.
The court had been abuzz with the news of Maester James's arrest, and the Citadel's representative was yet to arrive. With the sun's descent, the decision was made; the hearing would wait for the morrow. Tension hung in the air, thick as the summer's heat, a prelude to the storm that was to come.
Within the Red Keep, in the King's private chambers, the scent of herbs and the sharp tang of iron filled the air. Viserys lay upon his bed, a shadow of the robust king he once was. The Grand Maester's hands moved with a grim determination, excising the rotten flesh from his festered wounds. Each slice, each removal of rotted skin, was a silent testament to the fragility of life, even for a king.
Everyone present knew this wasn't the answer as with time the fester was still spreading and Visery's body was slowly but surely weakening, but without knowing the cause of the sickness and without a cure the Maesters were helpless or they made it seem to be like such.
Meanwhile Rhaenyra, having shed the dirt and sweat of the Kingswood, now sought her brother with a fervor that matched her fiery Targaryen spirit.
Her search led her to the depths of the castle, to a chamber long forgotten and not used for a long time by all.
Ser Harrold, the unwavering Kingsguard stood guard in front of the chamber. His loyalty was as much a part of him as the sword at his side. "Princess," he greeted, his voice a low rumble of respect.
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