Capítulo 20: Dinner
-Location: Kings Landing, Crownlands-
-Date: Mid 119 AC-
-POV: Narrator-
The dinner had started and many were eating. Rhaegar and Laena were feeding their daughters, as they like to make a mess when they eat.
Igris took his position behind them both. Now at the age of six and ten, he was a man now. His long red hair fell on his back and shoulders. He also had piercing red eyes.
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Rhaegar also had Naemor on his lap and feeding him too.
"So, Rhaegar. I hear you're building a school. What made you think of something like that?" Asked Gael.
"The education of our kingdoms common folk and nobility is lacking. Lord Borros Baratheon can't even read. I mean no harm when I say this Princess Rhaenys. I know he's your uncle, but the man Is illiterate." Said Rhaegar.
"None taken, every time i visit my cousins the man is with his interpreter. So I do see the merit in this school." Said Rhaenys.
"Yes, the school will be built for everyone, nobility, Royalty, and the common folk as well." Said Rhaegar.
"Why the common folk? What could they possibly know?" Asked Aegon II.
"Well little brother, most of the maester in Old town were either common born, or from a poor noble families. Commoners can be just as smart as nobility. They just need the right tools." Said Rhaegar.
"Oh." Said Aegon II.
"I love the idea my son. What ever you need, all you have to do is ask." Said Viserys.
"Yes dear, the way you care for the people is admirable." Said Aemma.
"Rhaegar has always had a soft spot for the common folk. I'm surprised the keep isn't filled with them." Said Rhaenyra.
"You're so funny sister." Said Rhaegar with a flat voice.
"I know, I try." Mocked Rhaenyra.
"So, how has Essos been holding up. I hear there may be some rebels." Said Corlys.
"Yeah, lady Saera had already took care of them. Baelor led the army himself." Said Rhaegar while passing it on to Baelor.
"It was mostly sell swords and former wise masters trying to take back their "rights". But I and my companions dealt with them accordingly." Said Baelor.
"That's good, with the crown having control over the majority of Essos, the revenue that has come seems bottomless." Said Corlys.
"Yeah, I have so much gold that my family will be wealthy for generations." Said Saera.
"Thanks to me." Said Rhaegar with a teasing expression.
"Now, I have something I want to say to you, sister." Said Rhaegar.
Rhaenyra was intrigued, so he waited for Rhaegar to continue.
"I wish to betroth my daughters to Jace and Luke. What do you think?" Asked Rhaegar.
"I'm surprised, but I don't see the problem. What do you think Laenor?" Asked Rhaenyra.
"I have no problem. All I care about is ther happiness." Said Laenor.
"Good. Obviously when they age, they grow to like each other. But ultimately, I don't want to force my girl into this. So we'll see how it goes." Said Rhaegar.
Rhaenyra looked at her brother with a happy expression. Her brother was definitely not like their father, or even King Jaehaerys.
Saera looked at Rhaegar a smiled. Seems like her father's influence didn't affect Rhaegar.
"Now, with that's settled. I think I may step down soon." Said Viserys.
Everyone abruptly stopped eating. They all looked at Viserys with shock. Especially Rhaegar.
'What the hell!' Thought Rhaegar.
"Father, are you ill?" Asked Rhaenyra.
"Physically ill, yes. But mentally? No. I've ruled for over the realm for six and ten years. I'm tired, and My son is ready." Said Viserys.
"So for the next few years. Rhaegar will be my hand. I apologize Lord Corlys, but my heir needs to be by my side. I hope you understand." Said Viserys.
"I do your grace. When Jace grow of age, I'm sure Laenor will do the same. I'll just take back my position of master of ships." Said Corlys.
"If that's okay with you brother?" Asked Corlys.
Vaemond and his sons had been quiet for most of the dinner. They had nothing to say.
"It's fine brother. I'd like to spend time teaching my sons how to sail." Said Vaemond.
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After that the night passed without any problems. The coming weeks however. Were very different.
-Location: Hightower, Oldtown-
-Weeks Later-
-POV: Otto Hightower-
The worst outcome has come.
That idiot Viserys named his son hand. I knew something like this would happen. Corlys for the last two years had been hand.
But with the announcement that Viserys is stepping down in a few years. Most lords cheered, but others?
Some lords on my side have began getting worried. Most lords on our side can't tolerate the changes Rhaegar is making.
Lords get their money at the expense of the small folk. But if Rhaegar gives them jobs, and builds them up, they may lose their power.
I've used their greed against them and made them form an alliance with me. Most lords are stupid and driven by greed.
(A/n: And you're smart and driven by fear.)
I have my brother Hobert on my side. It took some convincing, but he's now with me. He's afraid of the Targaryen dragons. Especially Haedes and Vhagar.
Two of the biggest dragons in the world. Rhaegar never put Haedes in the dragon pit. I remember the day Viserys suggested that.
Rhaegar was a stubborn child. And his mother always coddled him. Eventually Viserys gave in.
But to be honest Haedes has never attacked anyone without being provoked. That little "prank" Rhaegar pulled on Aegon was one of the only times I've heard Haedes attacked anyone.
"When will this end. I've went too far to stop now. Hopefully the gods favor me." I said as I looked out on Oldtown.
All I can see is a once beautiful city up in flames. That's the future I've brought upon this family.
Death!
-Location: Red Keep, Kings Landing-
-Date: Mid 119 AC-
-POV: Igris Brightfyre-
My foster father, Rhaegar Targaryen. He's the strongest man I know. I've met Prince Daemon, and he has an overwhelming presence to him.
My foster father is kind, loving, and warm. But when Blackfyre enters his hand, he becomes a different person entirely.
I've heard the murmurs in the red keep. They call him the Black Dragon, Dragon in human Skin, The Dark Flame.
He hold so many titles that I could sit here all day and still see no end. Every year, he checks my progress in the art of the sword.
He got a sword forged for me last year. I've named it after myself, Brightfyre. It makes no sense because the sword is black and silver.
And Blackfyre is black, gold, and silver.
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He's taught me his secret Sword Art. The Dark Dragon Style, he likes to call it. The only other person who knows this style, is Prince Daemon.
I've longer mastered this style. For some reason, I've been blessed with the talent for swords. It was just easy to me.
But for some reason, I can never beat my foster father. He's in a league of his own. It's the same with Ser Gerald.
He's one of the greatest swordsmen in the seven kingdoms. A man who could go toe to toe with father.
Which in my opinion, is a load of shit. Father would beat Ser Gerald easily.
That's what brings us here now. My father, Prince Daemon, and Ser Gerald are here. Along with their sons. Prince Vaelor, and Ser Arthur.
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Up above watching us, were Princess Gael, Princess Alyssa, and Lady Ashara.
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"All three of you are here because me and your fathers have decided to have a duel. With you three." Said Father.
"Why? You're leagues above us." Asked Vaelor.
"Just because I'm stronger than you doesn't mean anything. If you can fight me, no one will be able to beat you." Said Father.
Father the curved a circle around himself with his sword. He stood there relaxed, staring at us.
"If you can force me out of the circle, I'll give all of you anything you want." Said Father.
"Are you serious?" Asked Arthur.
"Absolutely. War is coming, and I want each of you to be ready. Anything can happen, it doesn't matter if you have a dragon or not. Unless you're Visenya Targaryen." Said Father in a joking manner.
Visenya The Conqueror.
Along with her brother and sister, they conqueror the seven kingdoms. It's an awe inspiring tale. Father is a direct descendant of Aegon the Conqueror.
"The arrow only hit her in the shoulder." Said Vaelor.
"Doesn't matter, she was still wounded while flying her dragon. That itself tells people we can be killed while we're up there." Said Father.
He's right, I'll never have a dragon of my own. But I could understand it from a different perspective. I would also aim for the rider, and not the dragon.
"Now, let's begin. Don't hold back." Said Father as he stood there in a relaxed position.
Gods help us.
-To Be Continued-
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I thought i should give igris a pov. A lot of other characters will get them, so yall can know their thoughts.
Rhaegar won't be the main focus for a few chapters. I want to build some development for the characters that will be important later in the story. And to also let you guys see their personalities.
POV Characters:
Vaelor Targaryen
Alyssa Targaryen
Ashara Dayne
Arthur Dayne
Gael Targaryen
Gerald Dayne
These will be the main ones, but I'll probably throw Alicent in there, maybe even Aegon, Aemond, and Helaena.
All of Rhaegar's kids will have POVs later down the line, probably during the dance. Rhaenyra's kids too.
Thanks for reading.
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