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58.46% GOT/ASOIAF: Son of the Unworthy / Chapter 73: 73

章節 73: 73

A/N: 'Small time skip' of a year and a half to age up a little more and get some stuff rolling.

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198 AC

Dorne - Yronwood

Cletus Yronwood

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"How many?" My older Brother and Lord of Yronwood ask me as we both look out of the window and at the filled castle yard and even the tents outside the yard.

"All of our men and a few other Houses sent their entire force, only the Dayne's and the 'Targaryens of Dorne' did not send anyone." I nearly spit just at the thought of a Targaryen being directly over Dorne.

Damn, freaks.

"I asked how many." I clear my throat and turn away from the window as I run through my memories.

"Ten Thousand at the very least, there has not been a full count as of yet with some stragglers still making their way here." Dorne is divided into three, with us being one-third and the Daynes and Targaryens having the other thirds a piece.

It's not the best but we have made do with worse numbers before against the Valyrian freaks.

"It's not enough." I turn on my Brother and look at him with narrowed eyes, this kind of talk is why I have long thought I was more fit than him to lead our people.

"Why do you say such a thing?" I ask while slowly coming to terms with what I will have to do, what I will do for my people's future.

If he can not lead us for he fears the freaks who wish to rule over us, then I will have to lead us.

"This is why." He holds up a small ravens scroll and I quickly take it not paying any mind to his annoyed look.

Reading over it my heart clenches before a fury builds up inside of me and I clench my fists tearing the letter.

"Cowards." I grit out as I feel like I ate a sour lemon straight from the lemon tree.

"We would not even be able to launch an attack into the marches with the Dayne's supporting the House Targaryen of Dorne. We both know Aerys does not like sitting in Sunspear and would rather return to Dragonstone or Kingslanding. He aims to let House Dayne take over as the next ruler of Dorne... but not as a Prince or Princess." I grit my teeth, the Daynes want to be the Lords of Dorne under the Dragons, the damn rats!

"We can not let this happen..." I mutter with an idea coming to mind.

"It would be best if we slowly dispersed our number peacefully and went to the negotiation table we have been putting off. They have not taken it as an insult and instead used it as a time to whisper amongst one another in our absence." I nod along but only for the later part of what he has said, we do not need to lessen our number but instead grow it.

We need to strike the Dayne's before they can rise above us and we have to go to our knees for them as they suck off the Dragon's cock. We can not let that happen, we had to go to our knees for the whore Nymeria all that time ago and I won't see us going to our knees for Dragons.

Looking at my brother's worried look I smile and pat his shoulder knowing what I must do, now more than ever.

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198 AC

Dorne - Starfall

Aerion Targaryen

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"Are they stupid?" I can't help but ask earning a chuckle from my oldest Son who is sitting in on the 'war meeting'.

A quick slap around the head from his Mother and a harsh glare from her shut the little man up pretty quickly though. Even if everyone else found it quite amusing as well, it's not 'proper' to laugh at a meeting such as this.

"They seem to have completely ignored the size of your Dragons... they have weapons prepared but they are..." I shake my head at Lord Dayne's words while feeling like someone is trying to make fun of me.

The new Lord of Yronwood, Cletus Yronwood, is a damn fool if he thinks his scorpions will hurt Drogon or Moonfyre. The Yronwoods looked to be posturing to invade the marches in protest or some shit for the death of their 'beloved Prince Martell'. Instead of pushing forward and walking into the 'small' ambush I had prepared with Stormlanders and Reachmen they instead turned tail and attacked their own people.

Damn, idiots.

"I mean seriously, why are they attacking High Hermitage?" I can't help but find their actions to be completely nonsensical.

Aerys clears his throat and I look up at my nephew who I flew over to Sunspear to pick up for this meeting just yesterday. He looks a bit guilty and I almost palm my forehead knowing he somehow caused this. All my prep into baiting the Yronwoods to follow through on their threat and get annihilated has gone up in smoke and I am left recovering because of presumably something he did.

"Do we need to clear the room?" I ask Aerys directly and he shakes his head after looking around.

Half the Dayne family is in here, so either he doesn't care if they know he somehow got their branch family's seat of power attacked or they already know. I never have been one to focus my spies on my family matters, just enough to know the comings and goings and that they are being safe. I trust them enough to let them hang themselves so to speak, so I have no idea what he has done beyond knowing he has a good friendship with Lord Dayne.

"We have been floating around the idea of making House Dayne the next Lords of Dorne." I pause hearing the words and how they contradict what I thought was going to happen.

I shake my head in confusion before looking between Lord Dayne and my Nephew.

"What's going on here?" I ask in a low voice wondering if Aerys got seduced by a man... it would explain why he has no children thus far.

"It's simply not possible to annex Dorne just because I have Martell blood, they would rebel every other week. A real Dornish House needs to be over Dorne as they will not accept a 'Sand Dragon' ruling over them on behalf of the crown. I have been talking with my Father and Lord Dayne to make House Dayne the First true Lord of Dorne and once and for all put Dorne to rest having it firmly under a strong and influential Dornish House who will serve the crown faithfully." Aerys shifts noticeably and Lord Dayne gulps as they both watch me for a reaction.

I have seen these looks before... when one of my kids wants something.

Why does it seem like they are asking me for permission?!

"What has Daeron said?" I ask directly and Aerys sighs making me scrunch up my brows.

"He approves... my Mother on the other hand..." I purse my lips as I know the Martell woman is likely wroth about her 'birth family' being completely gutted.

"The plan is to marry the next Lord Martell who is a ward of the crown currently to my Daughter. We can secure an alliance of blood with the future Lord of Sunspear this way and with the Yronwoods being in open conflict with us... we are hoping they will not be a problem in the future." They want them all burned out root and stem, then no one can oppose Dayne rule over Dorne.

"The Martells will grow and want revenge for this in the future, they will learn history and always see you as opportunistic backstabbers." My Wife speaks the exact words on my mind and it gets a stiff nod from Lord Dayne.

"Aye." I snort shaking my head at this 'power play' that benefits the whole of Westeros with Dorne joining the fold but also sets up for many future Dornish civil wars.

"I can deal with the Yronwoods, I already have men behind them in the Boneway that are cutting off their escape back to their castle. They are in the open hoping to get a lucky shot on a dragon and they will burn for it. But this does not solve the distant problem of House Martell being a thorn in your Houses side. It will be like the Starks and Boltons, they will hate you and will want nothing more than what they feel they have 'lost'." All this because some prick couldn't move on and accept a Royal match that was not of my blood. "Also I will be appointing a new Lord of Yronwood." I swiftly 'steal' a key castle of Dorne that guards against the Stormlands and has the second biggest army after House Martell.

Though I expect that to change after I burn that army to ash...

It will still be a powerful seat to have... I am not sure if I want to give it to a child of my own though. Maybe someone else, I am thinking a Valyrian House... maybe one of Daemon's boys could do the job?

Whoever has the castle will be caught up in the thick of Dornish politics and will have a lot of problems with the Boneway and the Dornish marches. If a new Valyrian House can bloom there they could grow powerful or they could crumble and die. There are many options and the board is chaotic right now with the way things are moving around.

But honestly, I just want this all nipped in the bud and to focus my sights on bigger fish.

My strongest trading ally in Qarth has gotten too big for his britches and ripped me off thinking I would not find out. I would not be so pissed if it was not that this is the third time he has done this and now I HAVE to do something in response or my trading network could crumble. If others learn of this and think they can do the same... well I won't let it come to that, I will stomp out this Dornish problem and then head over to Essos to deal with my 'Dear Friend'.

I might be a bit sad House Targaryen is not stealing Dorne and erasing House Martell but I also am not that surprised by this. House Dayne will do good and they will also take all the Dornish hate that would otherwise be directed at House Targaryen. This will work out for the best and if another civil war kicks up in the far future I or my descendants can just fly in and grab up an opportunity presenting itself.

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198 AC

Dorne - High Hermitage

Daenerys Targaryen

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Drogon trilling under me warms my heart as we fly over the army beneath us, the army we will burn to ash. But my heart also is worried about my Son Aemon who Aerion made fly with us, not to do battle but to watch from the sky. He wants our Son to see the power of Dragons with his own eyes as he will one day have to use it himself.

That day might be quickly approaching as well... Essos is calling after all.

"Dracarys!" I shout at Drogon and he dives down with a roar as I push aside all of my worries and get absorbed into the moment.

Dragons tucked in wings snap outwards and he opens his maw as he angles himself to fly overhead of the army. His dark black flames laced with red just like Balerion's flames bathes the men below in certain death. Moonfyre passes over the rows of Scorpions shooting steel bolts at Drogon and burning them all to ash with her silver flames.

Muffled screams and the smell of burnt flesh quickly fill the air and I find myself no longer worrying about anything as I lean closer to Drogon and feel the heat wafting off of him as he scorches the enemies before us.

As he always has, and always will.


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198 AC

Dorne - High Hermitage

Aerion Targaryen

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"Boy." I channel my inner Kratos as I prepare to make this a core memory for my Son who is seeing widespread death for the first time.

Hell... the most death he has ever seen is that one time some bandits in the Riverlands started kicking up a fuss. They thought it was a wise idea to have their whole group of fifty-something people all in one location. I showed them the error of their ways when I cut off their escape with dragon fire and then let the fresh batch of men from Dragonrest prove their training.

It was a massacre that has only recently been matched in Westeros by the savages on Skagos who have been getting shifty with my castle slowly becoming impregnable before their eyes. But Aemon has never been up to Skagos to see how my trained troops from Dragonrest butcher the hairy men of Skagos when they get antsy. This rocky field of ash and fire is Aemon's first true sight of 'power' and how much he himself already wields.

"Kepa." He reverts to Valyrian as he approaches with his blackened face from all the soot in the area.

Other than us three Dragon riders and our Dragons there is nothing alive near us so I fear not someone hearing anything I say, not that I plan to say anything I don't mind someone hearing.

"You see it with your own eyes." I nod toward an especially blackened spot on the rocks where men tried to hide in a large crack on a cliff face. "You have seen what dragons are and always will be regardless of how cute and cuddly they may act at home." He gulps as he looks at a perfectly preserved in ash Human body of a man screaming.

I approach the man made of ash and push it over scattering him to nothingness as Aemon works his jaw. It's hard to really tell what is on his mind, but I do not think he is 'depressed' or 'off put' by what he is seeing. I would not have brought him even if he begged if I did not think my eldest boy could not handle it. I only brought him... maybe I wanted the others to stay innocent a little longer, but I brought him since he is to step up sooner than the rest.

Aemon will be getting the Dragon's share of everything I have should I fall over and die this very moment. I do not expect to die anytime soon, but with the growing need to get involved in Essos coming sooner than expected I need to know Westeros will be fine. I need to know when I fly off with Danny that I do not have to worry about Harrenhal or the children I am leaving behind.

It's why Aemon needs to step up regardless of only being eleven years old.

In all honesty, I would put his mental age easily at sixteen or so, just lacking the hormones of a sixteen-year-old which might help him in the coming months. This trip to Essos might just be a perfect set of circumstances to act like a whetstone for Aemon to grow as a man, or it might damage his development and make him fear responsibility. He will have my other wives there to help him, and his uncle Balerion will be watching out for him.

But at the end of the day, this will be on Aemon once I leave it in his hands, which is not something I ever expected to do... but I feel proud to do it.

"I wanted you to have longer, to not have to see this until at least your majority, I planned to have you join me in Essos with maybe a Dothraki Khalasar that has been growing bold. But if I don't head over to Qarth soon to deal with the 'annoyances' that are kicking up over there it might grow into an actual 'problem'." Aemon nods, his Mother behind him is the one I really worry about, she is the one with tear stains on her soot-stained face.

"I understand Father, I never thought of Brightfury as a toy." He responds in a serious tone that almost makes me laugh at how he is putting on his 'brave face' but I don't want to damage the moment.

"It's not that I worry you think about your partner as a toy but instead I need you to see what a dragon can do... what you might have to do while I am gone." For once his eyes widen a little, the biggest reaction from him since he got off his dragon, and noticed both Danny and myself watching him closely.

"What?" He asks in confusion as I approach him and kneel down making my head a bit lower than his as he is almost to my shoulders with his recent growth spurts.

"I doubt anyone will try anything just because I fly off for a bit, hell even if I left for a few years they know I can and will return if they kick up a fuss. But I need you to be ready at a moment's notice to do what you see today, to bring Fire and Blood." Aemon is a sweet boy who loves making friends and easily has a 'charisma' that I would say fits a Prince far more than myself even.

He was born to lead people around by the nose, a mix of his Valyrian heritage giving him a top-class appearance and his friendly-approachable attitude. He loves heading around Dragons Town right outside Harrenhal and either helping people or playing with kids his own age. People throw themselves at his feet offering anything they can to grab his attention yet he is still kind and does not let it go to his head. He is what I would call a 'Good Person' but being a good person can quickly work against you.

"You are not far from earning your Knighthood and likely would have given Daemon a run for his money if it was your main focus. You are also very good at flying your dragon and likely could fly along with the best of the dragon riders House Targaryen has ever had." I stop and grab one of his hands that was clenched at his side. "But those things are not important when it comes to the little games people play, something that should not be a problem for you while I am gone. Your Mothers will be more than capable of helping guide you through the court life and any 'movements' other people might make. But you still need to be ready to do what you saw today, not burn an army since no one left alive is stupid enough to raise one against House Targaryen, but instead using the power you have to make sure no one ever will." Hopefully, my point is getting across, my throat is dry and I am ready to get something to drink instead of eating more of the floating ashes.

"Your Father is not asking you to burn people, but he wants you to be ready in case you have to protect our family while we are gone." Danny crouches next to Aemon as well and takes his other hand with both of hers, a smile on her face that likely contradicts how she is feeling inside.

I know exactly how much she wants all of our babies to just stay babies, I feel it just as much as she does. But we both agreed that this was the perfect time to show Aemon the consequences of using Dragons in battle and let it be a lesson. There is much my Son can get from this, it could even become something he fears, but there is far more good that can come from it if he keeps a strong mind.

"I understand." He nods and smiles a little as he looks between the both of us. "I will protect our family while you are gone, and any other chance I get in the future as well." He smiles much wider, his white teeth almost blindingly bright compared to his nearly pitch-black face stained with the residual of the enemies that stood against us today.

Fuck this is kind of messed up... but I also feel an immense pride bubbling up inside of me.

"Come here you little shit." I pull him against my chest and hug him tightly as I try and hide how my eyes are stinging.

No matter how much Danny is grinning at me and pointing out my cheeks I won't ever admit it, I certainly am not crying. Instead, I just pull her into the hug as well as we sandwich our Son in between us and he wiggles around trying to get some air.

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198 AC

Harrenhal

Aemon Targaryen

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"You stink." Visenya grunts from the side as Rhaella hugs me tightly. "You look like you are the one who got burned as well." Visenya is very angry she was not allowed to go with us, but I have a nagging feeling in my gut she watched using her dragon who I happened to catch flying back to Harrenhal upon my return.

Meraxes blends in with the sky almost perfectly with her nearly identical blue to the sky and her white coloring helping her even blend in well with clouds. She is the perfect Dragon for spying and the fact that Visenya can warg into her makes them a dangerous pairing.

I really am jealous of her warging, she can see far and wide with her Dragon with how strong their bond is. She has seen the wall and even parts of Essos, I do not doubt she would send her mount to Qarth with our parents if not for Father directly telling her not to. She knows we will need as many of the larger dragons here as possible, and she can use her Dragon in combat without even riding it which makes me wonder why she was not allowed to go today.

I know why Rhaella did not come... she would have cried afterward even if she would have still done it. I know my twin is capable as any Targaryen woman before her, she is just as capable and willing as Visenya is to bring down Fire and Blood. But I also know she has a lot of empathy toward people, though that empathy would not stop her from burning them alive.

Hell she is the worst to get angry, her emotions can get the worst of her and she will lash out the hardest. But she likes to bring up in lessons that the people most often getting killed in war and burned by dragons are the people who are just following their Lord's orders. The Lord orders that if they disobeyed they would be beaten to death, they have no choice most often than not. Father likes to point out that most men enjoy war once the blood starts flowing, things get overwhelming and even the best of men turn cruel. She understands those lessons, but she would much rather people being allowed to stay at their farms and not be sent into the flames that will without mercy end their life.

"You need a bath." Rhaella sniffs as she brings out a wet cloth and starts cleaning my still-stained face.

"I do." I agree while seeing out of the corner of my eye Visenya pretending to throw up as she watches us.

"Yea yea, just drag him off to the bathhouse and toss him in so he can come out sparkling like a new pig." Visenya huffs as she runs a hand through her wavy silver locks. "But do it fast so I can hear the story of what happened." I chuckle wanting to ask her if she already saw it from her dragon's eyes but Rhaella loops her arm with mine and starts pulling me away.

My twin gives me no chance to refuse and my body is achy and tired from the long flights of the day. I try my best to keep up with her as I let my mind drift to the words I heard from my Father today. I am going to be made Prince of Harrenhal until my Father is back, I will be responsible for my family's safety and the common folk under our protection.

It is a lot to deal with and much sooner than I ever expected, but I won't fail him.


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