Bab 98: The Mighty's
(Rhaegon's POV)
"This is not good." Uncle Rhaegar said as he was sitting down, "Not good at all...."
I was in the Red Keep, I had flow over as quickly as I possibly could to let the King know of what I had just learned.
"Yea." I said, "It's something else, isn't it? Magic.....dragons.....gods....."
He stood up, "Are you certain that what he said was true?" He asked, "This man that you called....Beak...."
I shrugged, "I had him threatened with Morghul....there shouldn't be a reason he'd lie." I said, "But then again, it's possible that it's all a lie or a trap. But I don't think so. I've had that dream, Uncle. The one with this Dragon God reaching out to me. It's the same as the Three-Eyed Raven reaching out to me...it's...."
"To think that Bloodraven would still be alive." He said as he crossed his arms, "Shaena theorized something like this when we were younger. She didn't believe that when he ventured north of the wall, he simply died."
I nodded, "Right...." I said, "Of course Mother would know. There's a lot of stuff she knows or has done that she hasn't told me."
"Are you referring to her blood ritual?" He asked, "That she has done on you and your siblings."
I nodded, "Yeah."
"As unsettling as it is, it's because she loves you, all of you." He said, "A Mother's love is incredibly powerful, Rhaegon. It is capable of doing unimaginable things. Shaena is willing to defy the customs of the Realm, its Faith....just for you....I've always admired that about her. My beloved sister."
"Hm, yea, that must be true, I suppose." I said, "But.....I don't know, maybe it was because I tunneled myself into my own world that it is all so.....shocking to me...I should've broadened my sights, you know."
He chuckled, "That is not your fault. You are your father's son, after all." He said, "Robert has always been a warrior, no matter how young we were. So free-spirited and strong, you are so much like him. Of course, he's knowledgeable on things as befitting a Lord, but like yourself, all he cares about is fighting and glory....well, you....you just want Freedom to do as you please.."
I nodded, "Right..." I said, "Say...."
"Yes?" He said
I gestured at Dark Sister, "That sword belonged to Bloodraven." I told him, "Isn't it odd that it was him who had it so that it lands on that Bravoosi that you killed and reclaiming it?"
"A bit....truthfully..." He placed his hand on the handle, "Dark Sister was never meant to be a King's sword but as Ancestral Valyrian Steel Swords go.....this is the closest we have to reclaiming our old glory...."
"I wonder what happened to it..." I said, "Blackfyre."
"Who knows..." He said, "Let's just hope it's somewhere safe...where nobody has it that can use it against us..."
"This Dragon God...." I said, "Apparently he stands in the barrier between life and death? Would you know what that means?"
"I...." He said, "I wouldn't know, honestly. Shaena might, though...."
"Right." I said, "A trip to Storm's End won't hurt..."
"To see your brother too..." He chuckled
He's not wrong. It wouldn't hurt seeing Steffon, the babe.
"What's my next move?" I said, "I mean.....all this.....war is looming, it's going to break out...."
"If Dorne is attacked, do as you promised....defend it...." He said as he patted my shoulder, "It's okay."
I nodded, "Right."
"I think everything will be alright, Rhaegon." He said with a slight smile, "There is no need to worry."
"The Dragon God told me something about returning here....what could he mean?" I asked suddenly
He sighed and stepped back, "I don't know." he said, "If this entire thing about the Dark Order or whatever they're called is true.....then maybe he's something older than the Conquest....probably someone or something from back then...."
I nodded, "Right, that could be true..." I said, "But....no, it's nothing...."
"What is it?" He asked
"I don't know...." I said as I crossed my arms, "Everything just..it makes no sense....or maybe I'm not seeing it right....The Blackfyres...Bloodraven.....what do they all have in common?"
"Daemon Blackfyre was Bloodraven's brother, half-brother." He said, "He had a vicious rivalry with Bittersteel, Aegor Rivers. Bittersteel supported Daemon and after he died, he fled with Blackfyre and founded the Golden Company. But....that's about it...I reckon."
I walked to the side, "Dorne..." I said suddenly, "Daemon Blackfyre....."
I closed my eyes and placed my finger on my forehead, thinking hard. This was not something a Baratheon normally does, at least my Father and I.
"What is it?" He asked
"Daemon Blackfyre....." I said, "D-Didn't he...like.....I don't know...didn't he start the rebellion or at the very least...it's believed that he started the rebellion because he couldn't have his half-sister, Daenerys of Dorne?"
"Daenerys?" He asked, "Well, I wouldn't be too sure....but that's what they say...or at least that's what they wrote....but you know the truth, Daemon found out about Aerion's War and from there, he was obsessed with bringing a new reform. He believed that Aerion was the rightful King and only a strong warrior should be in charge. Or at least, that's what is said."
I sighed, "And it all comes back to him, huh?" I said with a slight chuckle, "A dead man who had an impact far greater than even he would've expected."
"Aerion Targaryen is our forefather...." Uncle said, "There's no denying that."
I nodded and looked at him, "Yea, I guess so." I said, "I wonder what he would think about this."
He sighed, "I don't know...." He said, "Sometimes I wonder that too."
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(Third Person POV)
[Runestone, The Vale]
Ser Yohn Royce sat in the table in the main hall, reading a letter that was sent to him by Princess Shaena Targaryen from Storm's End.
"Hm...." He said with a stern face, "Interesting..."
One of his fellow knights looked at him, "Something the matter, Ser Yohn?"
He looked at him, "No, not necessarily." He said, "The Princess Shaena. She wrote to me."
"Ah. What might she want?" He asked
"It is strange..." He said as he pointed at Lady Rhea, mounted on the wall behind him, "That.....and the Armor...."
"L-Lady Rhea and....The Armor?" The Royce Knight said, "Is she serious? They haven't left the castle in decades, why could she possibly want with them?"
Yohn Royce stood up and sighed, "I don't know." He said, "I'll write back to her, asking for confirmation. It is strange, Shaena Targaryen writing to us...."
"It is..." He said, "As much as Kin as we are to them....."
"King Aerys II's father, Jaehaerys died in these halls..." Yohn said as he walked around the table, "He wished to be inside the walls the legendary man himself was raised in....at least once....and set gaze upon the legendary items wielded by him."
He stopped and looked back at Lady Rhea, which was mounted on the wall, a large wooden shield with the bronze Targaryen Sigil painted on it; Aerion Targaryen's personal sigil.
"So...." the Knight said, "We send them to Storm's End?"
"Not yet." Yohn said, "I'll also write to the King."
***
Across the castle, Inside a room, a window was open, letting the sunlight shine through. It illuminated the entirety of the room as the rays bathed on a specific spot in the room.
Draped on a wooden chair, a large red cloak with the black Targaryen Sigil stood, weathered and tattered. This was the Blackfyre Sigil, worn by Daemon Blackfyre himself. It is unknown how such a cloak was in the possession of House Royce, but regardless, this was the same cloak worn by The King Who Bore The Sword.
Next to the chair, on an armor rack, illuminated by the sunlight, a black Valyrian Steel Armor rested, mounted on said rack. However, it was incomplete, missing its left gauntlet and arm. Despite this, it was an imposing sight; belonging to a massive individual. The helm was adorned with two dragon's wings that extended backward, a single dragon-head in the center of the helm, just above the eye-slits.
The Armor had a single sigil on its breastplate, worn but visible; a bronze three-headed dragon. A black cloak was draped on a table next to the armor rack, the same bronze sigil painted on it. This one was much more worn out and completely tattered, it's paint was almost gone, but clearly noticeable.
Yes.
This was Aerion Targaryen's Armor.
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