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章節 82: 82

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207 AC

Kingslanding

Aemon Targaryen

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Leaning on the rail of the Flagship 'Balerion' I look toward the King talking with my Father on the dock. Even with the crown on his head my Uncle the King still looks less 'royal' than my Father in my opinion. It could have something to do with the fact my Father is wearing a mix of royal garb and his dragon riding leathers.

It certainly cuts a certain image that is hard to ignore even when the man across from him is wearing a crown.

"What do you think it's like to wear a crown all of the time?" I ask Visenya who is sitting facing the water on the railing beside me... one small push and she is going to get a nice dip in the murky black water.

"Dreading the coming months?" She chuckles lightly as she taps me on the brow. "You will soon find out the answer to your question all on your own." I shake my head to rid myself of her sweaty hand and shuffle a bit closer to Rhaella to avoid a repeat 'attack'.

"Well I am planning to wear a simple Valyrian steel circlet, I am sure with how lightweight and small it is that I will simply forget it's on my head." I smile at Rhaella after she bumps me with her hip and takes my right hand to wrap it around her back.

"At least put some rubies on it..." Visenya sighs as she looks over at me and my twin. "If your crown looks cheap then it will look back on all of us." I crinkle my nose at the thought of wearing fancy jewels on my head but then I remember Aegon himself wore fancy jewels.

"Maybe." I reply with uncertainty, I hate looking overly fancy even if it means dressing 'humble'.

Mother really ruined me when it comes to fancy clothes, I grew tired of being dressed up long ago. But I won't blame her for it entirely, I also blame my twin who likes to look beautiful when she goes out and includes me in that as well. The amount of times I have had to dress up just to go to the market with Rhaella is enough to make my stomach feel sick.

...women.

"I wish Valarr luck." Rhaella speaks up as she directs my sight with a nod toward our cousin as he tries to talk with Daenys.

"Valarr has his work cut out for him..." I shake my head seeing Daenys keep up her 'public appearances' mask as she converses with the future heir to the Iron Throne.

"Barking up the wrong tree." Visenya jokes a little too loudly, I can tell because of the side eye Daenys tossed in her direction and the awkward shifting of the golden-haired woman beside her.

Cerelle Lannister, a lioness who slipped her way into Harrenhal and befriended one of the many dragons. No doubt with hidden motives but my Sweet young sister stripped the lioness bare of all schemes. She used her status to offer Cerelle a 'safety net' so the Lannister would not be forced to wed a fat Lord who had convinced her Father that a marriage was a good idea.

It surprised us all, not the fact that Daenys obviously had some emotional attachment to a female but instead the scheming and plotting to get what she wanted. It came out of nowhere unlike her preference for female company over male company... not that any Daughters of my Father get a chance to have male company.

Ignoring my father's habit of scaring off any visiting male Lords I still can't help but marvel at my younger sister's ability to remain so 'innocent' on the surface yet also able to conduct herself like a seasoned pro in politics.

The fat Westerland Lord was 'convinced' to marry someone else after a 'visit' from Daenys when she took up the 'duty' of unthawing his roads. Then a short trip later to Casterly Rock and back home and all of a sudden Cerelle was a permanent resident of Harrenhal and the personal handmaiden of Daenys.

"Which do you think will happen?" I feel a nudge from Rhaella and look over at her confused and she rolls her eyes. "Pay attention, I asked if you think Daenys will blow off any attempt of the Prince to court her or if she will take charge and put him under her thumb?" I shiver and shake my head casting off the brief memory of the time I walked by my younger Sisters chamber late at night.

... I did not need to hear any of that and I will take it to my grave.

"I don't know, but I could see Daenys making for a good Queen of Westeros one day." I have not the faintest idea if Daenys would 'do her duty' and give Valarr any children but I do know she would make for an excellent Queen.

She knows how to throw around the weight of a dragon without breaking anything and that is what the Iron Throne is sorely in need of right now. Once we head off for Essos there will be some people shifting around testing the waters and a dragon rider would help the throne a lot. But I also know every dragon is going East, Father wants it that way so that is the way it will be, I know because I asked if Rhaella could stay behind in Harrenhal where it would be safe.

I still am uncertain about the questions he asked me that day.

Is she safer in Harrenhal with one dragon and loyal men or is she safer beside me where I can protect her myself?

Do I want her left behind to spare her the cruelty we no doubt will see in the coming days?

How the hell could I leave behind my first Grandchild?!

Do you honestly think I would miss the birth of my first Grandbaby?!

...I think some of those were a bit more honest about his own intentions.

"-I think he is just lost in his own little world and we should head below deck and relax a bit before we set sail." I shake my head hearing an attempt from Visenya to seduce my Rhaella and I quickly slap my treacherous half-sister across the ass.

"No such things will be happening." My voice is sharp and steady as the Valyrian steel blade on my hip and I glare at Visenya as she rubs her now pained rear end.

"No fun." She puffs her lips and lifts her chin but I can still see the slight red that appeared on her pale face.

"Hit her again." Rhaella whispers lightly in my ear and I shiver and grip her hip a bit tighter as I pull her flush against my side.

I almost do as my life partner bids because it's honestly what I was already thinking, but catching my father's eye as he looks at the ship I freeze and instead wisely tuck my free hand into my pocket.

'Smart' he mouths to me before taking a step toward his Brother and embraces the man while keeping his eyes on me over the King's shoulder.

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207 AC

Kingslanding

Aerion Targaryen

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"What happened?" Daeron asks with a bit of fear in his voice as I clap him on the back to vent a bit of the annoyance churning inside of me.

"I saw something that displeased me." I nod once at my Son and he quickly yanks his Sister off the railing with one arm and with his other spins his pregnant twin around and takes both of them away.

"Do I need to call the guard?" Daeron asks while looking around with narrowed eyes, I feel a bit touched by his concern and wave him off.

"It's fine, I can crack my son's skull open on my own." His eyes widen before he looks at the ship and freezes, I curiously follow his gaze and lock eyes with an unamused Daenerys who has her arms crossed. "Never mind, summon all of the gold cloaks while I make my retreat." Damn, Aemon called in reinforcements!

Daeron lightly chuckles while shaking his head before he turns to look at his Grandson and my Daughter who are still 'greeting' one another.

"The boy will be safe with me." I once more give my word to watch over the heir to the heir and Daeron nods with an almost happy smile on his face.

"I know he will... I just hope things can work out and everyone can be happy." I don't outwardly react while I internally nod in agreement but unlike him, I know things will be fine.

I talked with Daenys as the intentions of my Brother were obvious when he asked to send Valarr with me across the Narrow Sea. I know he seeks to keep our family united and by the future King's wedding my Daughter he hopes things will be peaceful in future generations. No doubt the true aim is to begin a long tradition of marriages between the Targaryens of Westeros and the Targaryens of Essos.

Daenys will give it a 'good attempt' in her own words to see if Valarr is 'acceptable' and that is all I will ask of her. I know for a fact that even if no marriages are had now that one day there will be, there is not a doubt in my mind. I know my children will have children and no doubt they will have the idea eventually to marry a King of Westeros. I don't know how the chips will fall yet but I do know things will eventually work out just based on how I know my children are not stupid.

They may be goofballs every now and then but they are likely some of the most educated people on this planet.

"I heard you are bullying my baby boy." I jump hearing my wife's voice behind me and I almost knock over my Brother as I avoid a small pale hand that was reaching for my wrist.

"Daeron quick, distract her!" I sprint for the boat ramp with the aim of finding a 'cute hostage' and then praying it's enough to avoid my wife's annoyance from whatever lies my eldest concocted.

Hopefully Alyssa is in the mood to bat her eyes or throw hands in her father's defense.

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A/N: I will get around to updating the AUX chapter for MC's kids and then eventually his coming Grandkids

I will also put who is marrying who in there as well

Quick note I want to see if any of you know what I am planning with Valarr - Give your guesses here if you have one!


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章節 83: 83

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207 AC

Dragonstone

Aerion Targaryen

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"If you would stop!" Vaegon shouts with a very dissatisfied tone toward Silk the youngest of the claimed dragons as the younger dragon flies off with the fish he just caught. "Do something, Father!" He turns to me with a pout and I shrug as I wave my hands around at the entire hoard of dragons surrounding us.

"There is a reason they followed us to the beach... and it's not just so the commoners can come and admire them. These greedy scaled beasts are here to snap up any fish we manage to pull ashore." Vaegon glares as he looks around at over twelve dragons that followed us to the beach.

"It's tradition at this point." Tessarion carefully pulls his fresh catch ashore and nearly throws himself between an incoming dragon and the flopping redfish. ""Fuck off!"" I snort and shake my head as the solid red dragon roars at my Son before getting angry and using its tail to throw a wall of sand at my boy before it pushes off the ground and returns to the sky.

"You should know better than to test Satan." Tyraxes chastises his Brother as he watches the most violent dragon alive angrily fly away. "I will never understand how that dragon turned out that way when his rider is so softspoken..." I myself watch the unruly dragon with curiosity as it avoids flying into the flight path of Drogon who has more than once knocked the little shit around.

It reminds me of when I have to throw one of my children around because they are being arrogant little fucks... sometimes a Father has to do what a Father has to do.

"He has the same mentality of trying to prove himself that Verion has, he will outgrow it." Rhaegar who is avoiding his Mother speaks up while trying to help Vaegon rebait his hook.

"Wait." Tessarion who just managed to brush himself off of all the sand looks around in confusion. "That was Satan?!" Seeing multiple nods his jaw drops a bit as he looks toward his own mount in the distance that is napping away. "I thought it was Meleys..." He mutters as he looks down at his hands.

I feel a tug on my line and set the hook quickly once I know the fish has swallowed the bait. Standing up a bit too fast Maegor tumbles from my lap with a shout and it seems he must have been warging as he is rapidly blinking with milky eyes.

"Come on and stand up." I nudge him with my foot knowing he was not hurt too bad and if I just do not acknowledge he fell he will quickly brush it off.

""What is it?"" He grumbles before seeing I am trying to hand him my rod and he quickly smiles before taking it for himself.

I ruffle his short hair as I stand behind him with my other hand on his shoulder helping him stand steady as he fights the fish on the end of the line. My eyes however are quickly brought to the various hungry looks of dragons far too large to even be worried about such a small meal. I narrow my eyes at Princess a pink-bodied and white-winged dragon who is ridden by Daenys. The curved-horned dragon slowly climbs over the beach like a lioness stalking its prey and it even raises its hips a little like it's going to pounce overtop of the dock.

I shake my head before looking over to my own bonded partner who lazily watches her Daughter with what looks like disappointment in her eyes. Moonfyre has seen war and hunted mammoths that can even somewhat fight back when there are no flames involved. To see one of her hatchlings try and steal a fish that is already hooked and 'easy' to get... it must disappoint her greatly.

But before the fish is dragged out of the water Drogon lands on the beach and most of the young dragons scatter as he sends sand in all directions with his mighty wings. I even have to hold onto my Son a little tighter as a powerful gust nearly takes his legs out from under him as all his concentration is on the rod in his hands.

"Fuck it got in my eyes!" Viserys shouts and curses as he rubs his eyes beside me, his wine spills all over his pants and he kicks the cup in frustration. ""You big brute! That was Arbor Gold that I bought with my own funds!"" Viserys quickly shouts at Drogon who completely ignores him as he slowly drags himself across the sandy beach using it to clean his scales after he took a trip into the dirty caves around the Dragonmont.

Moonfyre loudly trills and Drogon returns an equally as happy chirping sound that he only makes when she is around. Even Danny gets jealous at how happy Moonfyre can make Drogon but I just tell her she is the same way, she likes to ride Drogon but we both know she would rather ride me.

It's just the way things are.

"I got it! Hahaha!" Maegor happily shouts, he almost seems to not notice he is peppered in volcanic sand and looks goofy. "It's a big one." He proudly lifts his fish up after dropping the rod and turns with a smile that is missing a few teeth and lifts the fish higher.

"Good job, I am proud of you." I step forward and grab the fish as it thrashes in his hands and begin the process of showing him how to hold the fins down so he can get the hook out.

Ocean fish are a whole lot sharper than the smooth catfish we catch in the God's Eye... minus the whiskers that sting like a wasp.

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207 AC

Dragonstone

Daenerys Targaryen

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"He took the boys fishing?" Mother asks from the bed and even coughs a bit leading me to reach for her cup of water.

"Yes, I wanted to have the girls visit with you before we left." I feel a pang in my heart as my Mother in this life takes the cup and sips some before handing it back with a tremor in her hand.

She is not too much older than Daena and Elaena but she has been put through a whole lot worse than they ever suffered. She did not have it as bad as my first Mother but she still had it pretty bad and I know she won't be around much longer. Aerion seemed to want to convert her to R'hllor and have her become a red priest to hopefully extend her lifespan... but we both talked it out and came to the conclusion that she would no longer be herself if he could even convince her to try it.

Not only does she follow the faith of the seven but she is just not the kind of person to pursue magic to extend her time in this world anyway.

"I am happy you brought them to see me, but I still would like to see my Grandsons as well." She sternly voices her desire and I can't help but smile and nod as I drag Alyssa out from behind me to stand beside the bed.

Alyssa is a sweet girl, mischievous as a hatchling, but still a very sweet girl and she hates seeing people suffering. She can tell that this very well might be the last time she is going to see her Grandmother and even if they have not talked much in the past years because of the world freezing over she still loves her. I know that when Alyssa went out to melt the snow around Kingslanding she ended up sneaking a trip out to Dragonstone and stayed the night with her Grandmother. They are closer than most of the youngest are, unlike the older children who grew up with their Grandmother around, the youngest rarely saw her.

""You won't come with us?"" Alyssa asks while looking down at the ground and twisting herself back and forth making her dress sway one way and then another.

I roll my eyes at the back of my daughter's head knowing she is trying to get her way.

""I can't, at least not until I get better... if I get better."" Naerys Targaryen almost seems full of life for a moment as she reaches out to take Alyssa's hand and even leans the other way to grab Serenei's hand as well.

Serenei widens her green eyes and I can better see the streaks of blue and purple almost like ribbons hidden within the emerald eyes. Serenei is likely one of the children who has seen the least of her Grandmother, Shiera always felt out of place around my Mother. Mother cared not for my father's infidelity and did not hold it against Shiera but that did not change the way she felt.

Gaemon has spent a lot of time with his only living Grandparent so it's not as if Shiera purposefully avoided letting them see her. But it's still a tragedy that Serenei, Vaegon, and Nerah have not spent more time with their only Grandparent.

"Let me help her up." I smile at Shiera as I take Nerah from her and she nods with a thankful look as I carry the four-name-day-old girl over to the bed.

""How are you little one?"" I set Nerah down and look toward Bellenora and Narha who are also standing at the side seemingly not knowing if they should jump in on the 'action'.

I meet eyes with Narha and jerk my head to the side a few times and she rolls her eyes with a smile growing as she nudges her Sister. They both mimic me and step forward depositing their young Daughters onto the bed, Syrella and Ariel look uncertain but seemingly draw courage from Nerah and shuffle closer to her on the bed.

Stepping back and letting the older girls move toward the bed to join the younger ones I smile as I look at a mob of silver-haired children. Each seems to have something they want to tell their Grandmother and the woman herself seems more full of life as she smiles and reaches out for each of them.

I nod happily while starting to plan how I will show the boys to her without any of them dicking around and knocking something over. The rough and tumble boys will have to be knocked around a bit before I bring them into this room. I am certain I can get Aerion to slap them around a bit to prepare them to behave but I also know that the boys are quickly learning how to team up on him.

It won't be long before they are slapping him around when he tries to knock some sense into them, he will have to use strategy and target them when they are alone. The last time I saw Viserys go for the back of his father's legs while Rhaegar tackled him from the front they nearly put Aerion on his ass. If Aemon was not distracted with Visenya smacking at him with a wooden sword then they likely would have taken their Father out that day... I could not be prouder.

"Think we could just slip her onto the ship anyway?" Shiera asks from beside me as she looks sadly at the girls talking with their Grandmother. "... if we gave her some Sweetsleep we could transfer her onto the ship without her even knowing." I huff and shake my head as I bump my hip against the woman who keeps teaching bad habits to the children.

"That or the Sweetsleep will be her last sleep." I feel another pang knowing after we leave that we likely will not be seeing this woman alive ever again.

...I hope that when she does pass she will also get a second chance if that is what she wants, I know I am grateful and feel blessed for the one I have been given.


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