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Loving the series, novel quality storytelling all the way.
There is one thing doing me a confusion, tho. You keep mentioning how you make holders of traditional house lordships take their COA and house name to legitimize their rule, what confuses me is... that is already a base mechanic of CK2AGOT; so why are you having to manually do that? Is your mod version unupdated?
Thanks!

If I am understanding your question correctly, in terms of the legitimization aspect, that was just a hypothetical thing I thought about if Ellard Tyrell (Alyssanes son) was to take the Iron Throne, I would use the house customizer trait/event to make him a Targaryen so he would be seen as a legitmate successor to the house of the dragon but that was just a hypothetical when I first saw it became a possibility. In terms of the stuff I have to do manually, that has to relate to the poor self preservation the AI has when a person they dont expect (often a woman or a daughter) inherets a county with an existing patrelineal marriage.

One example of this (though it happens quite frequently) is when a lady Selyse Darklyn, 2nd in line to Duskendale for much of her life eventually inherited Duskendale after the heir her brother died. She was married non-matrelinilly to a member of house Lefford from the Westerlands and her children were Leffords, which meant that after her death Duskendale was held by a member of House Lefford who already held land in the Westerlands. This leads to a lot of out of place houses (Stormlander houses in Dorne etc) so when I see this and see the rulers often have a mother who was of the correct house I switch to them and make them their mothers house with the house customizer trait/event, which can be pretty tedious at times but its better than having random dornish houses in the North.

I do have the most up to date version of the mod. Hope that answered your question.
 
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Chapter 47: A Bastard Boy Across the Narrow Sea (Laena, Vaekar, Lianna)
69 AC (6th-12th Moon)

The final months of the year 69 AC saw the continuation of the conflict between the Starks and the Tullys, as Eddard Stark, Warden of the North marched with some 15,000 men to meet a Tully host of some 12,000 men upon the plains of Whitford, and drive them out of the North so that he might counterattack south and siege the Twins, a plan made much more feasible as the dragon Moondancer was still heavily wounded by poisoned arrows loosed by the Crannogmen and unable to fly.

The battle of Whitford was not, as many claim, a single battle but rather a series of engagements over several days leading up to the final decisive clash on the boggy marshland just north of the burned fortifications at Moat Cailin, and in fact by the time of the final battle, the engagement had long since moved from the confines of the region of Whitford.

The Northmen had the better of the fighting on the first few days, winning several minor engagements and forcing the Tullys to retreat south towards Moat Caillin, however as the ground began more marshy and soft, further retreat with an army of pursuing Northmen began untenable, forcing the Tullys to make their stand, leading to one of the bloodiest days of fighting the realm had seen since the Lion's Rebellion in King Vaemonds reign, rivaled only perhaps by the conflicts in the Dornish Marches between the Tyrells and Baratheons.

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As in the previous days, the ferocity of the Northmen began to win them an edge in the fighting, and the battle seemed to be going well, but victory would come at a cost.

Eddard Stark had survived the flames of the dragon Moondancer months earlier mere miles from the spot he fought on that fateful day, but he would not survive the Battle of Whitford.

The Warden of the North was leading a charge of his heavy infantry on foot against a shield wall led by Lord Adam Bracken when he met his fate. The two sides came together in a clash of shields and spears upon the boggy and uneven ground north of Moat Caillin.

In the midst of the fighting, the man who had designs of becoming King in the North and winning his peoples independence would see his dreams fade away as well as his lifeblood as a sword wielded by a man-at-arms of House Paege would pierce his gorget and his throat in the fierce melee just moments before the Tullys sounded the call for a general retreat if the tales can be believed.

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The Warden of the North would not be the only man to fall that day….well over four thousand northmen and riverlanders would lay dead and heavily wounded as a result of the several days of engagements, with most falling on the marshlands near Moat Caillin.

The consequences of the battle would be significant. Following the death of Lord Eddard, the North would fall to his daughter Mariah, an infant who, just a few months old, would be named Wardeness of the North. The northern lords may have been willing to follow the lead of Lord Eddard but they would not follow an infant, and just days after the battle, a peace with the Riverlands would be brokered, with the North paying a tribute of gold and silver to end the war.

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The consequences of this battle were seen not just in the North but far to the south as well, with the Princess Alyssane losing by far her most powerful ally, a massive blow to her hopes to depose her older sister. Information on the actions of both Alyssane and Vaekar become much scarcer following this event, with records suggesting they, along with Laena were content to lay low for a time following the death of Eddard Stark and the debacle at Blackbridge, an uneasy peace ensuing between the siblings for a time.

A calm would fall over the realm in the wake of this battle, and little else of note happened in the final months of 69 AC except a raven from Sunspear arriving in Kings Landing informing the royal family that the Princess Larrisa was expecting her first child with the young Blaise Martell just months into her marriage.

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70 AC

The first event of note in the year 70 AC did not occur in Westeros, but rather in far flung Mantarys, thousands of miles away from the epicenter of our story, but nonetheless important.

As the records show, prior to the year 70 AC the city of Mantarys was rapidly growing in influence and power, in large part due to the fact that the city had two dragons under its control, Meraxes, the largest dragon in the world had bonded with the sovereign of Mantarys Lady Rebagyr, while the white and gold dragon Aelesar had bonded with a Valyrian woman of impressive height, who had sworn her loyalty and dragon to the lady Rebagyr.

These two dragons were a great boon for Mantarys, which saw the resumption of tribute and gifts from Slaver's Bay, Tolos, and Elyaria as it had been in the days of Lord Zobridar years prior, also thanks to the presence of Meraxes.

This great influence was not to last however, as Trianira, rider of the dragon Aelesar would be found in bed one morning, her body covered in stab wounds and the dragon egg from Aelesar she kept in her chambers missing. Following this untimely death, Aelesar would fly off once more and Lady Regabyr would soon follow of natural causes, with Meraxes also being lost.

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Trianiras' killer or killers would never be found, but some have theorized that Queen Laena may have been involved, stating that it was entirely possible the Queen of Skulls' web of informants, hired knives and influence stretched all the way to Mantarys. Upon news of the dragon rider's death and Aelesars flight away from Mantarys, it is said that the Queen remarked that ‘’There shall be no second coming of Valyria.’’

Lending further credence to this theory are the records of the dragon keepers in King's Landing, which report the acquisition of a new egg just months after Trianiras murder, and unlike other hatchings, no record was made as to which of the Targaryen dragons had lain the egg. If this dragon egg was in fact stolen from Lady Trianira’s chambers in Mantarys and brought back to King's Landing, it must be said no small amount of tragedy would stem from this acquisition, and it would cause the Targaryen family much more grief than it would happiness.

70 AC would also see more word from Sunspear, as the Princess Larrisa would announce the birth of her first child, Rhodry Martell.

Just as the gods give, they also take away however, which House Martell would learn all too well. Just three months following the child's birth, Blaise Martell, Larrissas husband, would journey towards the Princes Pass to visit his uncle Lord Lyonel Fowler.

While traversing the mountain roads of Yronwood however, the young Prince's horse would stumble from the road and tumble down off of a cliff face, sending both the horse and the Prince into a cold mountain river.

The Prince's retainers would pull the young man from the water, but not before he had swallowed nearly half the river barely conscious when they fished him out and hastily rode towards the castle of Yronwood.

Despite the best efforts of the castle's Maester, the Prince would catch a cold, comatose except for the wheezing hacking coughs that racked his body, and he would die the following day, leaving Dorne in the hands of his infant son Rhodry, and leaving Larrisa a widow after just a year of marriage.

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The Prince's untimely death left the realm in a most unusual state, though one quite advantageous from the crown. Four of the realms seven Kingdoms were held by children, Terrance Lannister was just 13 years old, Ellard Tyrell was just six years old, and Mariah Stark and Rhodry Martell were just babes, with Rhodry being the Queen's own grandson.

That is not to say the lords of the realm posed no threat to the crown, the loyalty of Highgarden and Dragonstone were of course nonexistent, and the ending months of the year brought whispers of a new threat to the court of King's Landing.

A large gathering of lords and captains had occurred in Pyke on the Iron Islands in 70 AC, and the mood there was clear….independence should be sought, with many lords and reavers pledging their ships and men to Lord Oswin Greyjoy in the event that he should raise his banners.

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While in the end nothing would come of this, the threat of Ironborn rebellion would remain high for several years, and the Queen herself would be aware of it, allowing her generals and commanders to draw up preemptive battle plans in the event it came to war. While the Iron Islands as a whole would not in the end rise up against the Iron Throne, many Ironborn with ambitions of creating an independent state for their raiders would look to achieve this ambition through conquest and force of arms, eventually bringing them into conflict with the Iron Throne itself, though this is a tale for later in the chronicle.


71 AC

The beginning of the year 71 AC would see further instability far to the North, but this time involving the brothers of the Night's Watch and their bitter enemies the wildlings, the people that dwell north of the wall.

The lands beyond the wall had been united by a figure known to the histories as Ice Snake Srizbak, who was named King Beyond the Wall.

The King Beyond the Wall assembled a powerful host numbering almost six thousand men, with the intent of marching on the castle of Greenguard, located just west of Eastwatch by the Sea

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The sworn brothers of the Nights Watch were waiting for them.

Lord Commander Donnel Flint had no intention of letting these ‘’savage whoresons’’ as he called them advance on the wall, and have it written that under his command he allowed the wall to be assaulted.

Taking a strong force of sworn brothers the Lord Commander sallied out from East Watch by the Sea, taking position on a forested hill which the wildlings call the first hill in the forests just west of Hardhome.

Lord Commander Flint and his men waited for the King Beyond the Wall and his ramshackle host to approach before descending upon them.

Nearly 1100 mounted rangers and 250 knights thundered down the hill towards the wildling host, led by the clawman ranger Ser Jarman Hardy, Ser Lucien Paege, ‘’The Bastard of Castle Black’’ and the Lord Commander himself, with their infantry not far behind.

It is a known fact that a wildling army cannot stand against a charge of heavy horse, and this was proven once again at the battle of the First Hill, where the wildlings, having just 200 mounted warriors, most of them lightly armed and armored were rather predictably routed, with the battle quickly becoming a slaughter.

By the battle's end, nearly 3500 wildlings lay dead, heavily wounded or captured, at the cost of just 200 sworn brothers.

Lord Commander Donnel Flint, a kind hearted man in truth, released the wildlings that had been captured rather than putting them to the sword, but with the harsh warning to the survivors that it didn't matter when they marched on the wall next, either in ten years or a hundred ‘’there will be some Flint or another waiting for you.’’

The Queen Laena had never had much interaction with the Night's Watch, and was quite frankly disinterested in their affairs, believing their constant requests for gold, supplies and weapons were foolish expenses, but her daughter was of another mind, never possessing the miserly nature of her mother.

The Princess Lianna praised the bravery of the Black Brothers in front of the court, and feasted several visiting Nights Watchmen beside her in places of honor, granting them as much coin and supplies that were within her power. Though the tale of the sworn brothers atop the first hill would spread throughout the realm for several months, in the end, like all the exploits of those forgotten protectors, it would soon be forgotten and the Nights Watch would once again drift to the periphery of the realms consciousness.

The year 71 AC would also see yet another departure as the Princess Daeoril, youngest daughter of the Queen Laena would set off to Storm's End to take her cousin Boros II of the House Baratheon to husband.



5th Moon, 8071
The Kings Gate, Kings Landing


The Queen sat in her palanquin as she was borne through the streets of the city, the first time she had left the comfort of the Red Keep in nearly two years, the last time had been to similarly see off her daughters Lianna, Jaehera and Larissa on their journey to Sunspear.

She had kept the curtains open so that she might watch her daughters, Lianna, Vaella, Jaehara and Daeoril all mounted and riding together along with their father Jaekar, chatting happily, the Queen had of course been invited to join them but she had not sat a horse since she had been a young woman and much preferred the comfort of a litter.

The sight of her daughters conversing happily both warmed her heart and caused a wave of sadness to fall over her…..another one of her daughters was leaving the Red Keep, and her youngest child at that.

It had been hard to see Larissa depart for Sunspear of course, but deep down Laena had never been all that close with her daughter, hard as it was for a mother to admit, she had practically been raised by her older sister Lianna, always following her around and accompanying her sister on various progresses and meetings around the realm, leaving little time for bonding between the two.

While she had never spent much time with Larissa, she had spent many long hours with Daeoril, her youngest girl. She had always been a quiet child, even as a babe on Dragonstone she had hardly cried. Her youngest daughter had never been far from her since then, always knitting or working on some stitching in the corner while Laena plotted and schemed, serving as a silent yet constant reminder to the Queen as to why she did the things she did…for her daughters.

The Palanquin came to a halt, and Laena surmised they must have arrived at the Kings Gate, where Daeoril was to depart for Storms End with half a hundred mounted dragon cloaks, personal servants and Ser Vahelion Celtigar of the Kingsguard. Lianna had wanted to accompany her younger sister as she had Larissa, but Laena had forbade it….soon Daeoril would be joined with Boros Baratheon in marriage, giving her a certain amount of protection, but Lianna would have no such safety, and if she entered Storms End then Laena would not put it past her sister Cymella to try something, and what's more Lianna was expecting another child.

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Surprisingly her daughter had not offered much resistance when Laena pointed out that if she entered Storms End she would be putting both herself and her unborn child in danger, agreeing to stay in the capitol. Laena for one was quite glad that her daughter was at last beginning to understand that threats were everywhere, and not all would hold to the same ideals of justice and honesty such as herself.

The Queen pushed these thoughts out of her mind, her full attention needed to be devoted to her daughter,not only because of the fact it was impossible to know when she might see her again, but also to make certain things clear to her daughter about the situation she was entering and what was expected of her.

She exited the litter, feeling a heavy breeze, despite the crystal clear skies and the bright rays of sun, it was a rather chilly and windy day.

She watched as Jaekar embraced their daughter, kissing her on the cheek before pulling away, he had always been a good and doting father to their daughters, and that was something she would always appreciate about him, even if she did not love him and sometimes believed some of her daughters soft natures stemmed from his kindness.

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Each of her daughters said farewell to Daeoril in turn, first Lianna who imparted some final wisdom about the notable Storm Lords she would need to know as the Lady of Storm's End, then tearful Jaehara, and finally Vaella who gifted her with a fine jeweled dagger, before they all withdrew to give the Queen and her daughter some privacy.

‘’Walk with me.’’ Laena commanded and she and her daughter made their way up the steps of the Kings Gate to the city ramparts, by the end of it her legs aching with exertion, but the effort was made worth it of the few of the surrounding Crownlands and the waters of Blackwater Bay.

They took in the sight in silence for a moment, Daeoril taking her mothers hand.

It was the Queen who spoke first ‘’You will find little in the ways of a warm welcome at Storm's End I fear….and your cousin Boros will be predisposed to disliking you from the very start, his bitch mother will have been poisoning him against you for years….but you must make him yours, and turn him away from his mother…always counsel loyalty to the throne.’’

Daeoril hesitated for a moment ‘’Mother I…..I do not know how…I barely know him, he has known his mother for his entire life.’’

‘’But you do my daughter….it is said the boy is lazy, as is my own sister….you have always been a hard worker…he will come to rely on you to handle important matters so long as he is left to feast and hunt…you will become indispensable to him..my sister will not have a strong hold on the court either, as I said she will likely have left the governance of Storms End to others in her regency, and she has taken an unlanded common hedge knight as her consort,breaking courtly procedure and spurning many of the Storm Lords in the process….it will not take long for the court to become yours….Lord Baratheon may sit the throne…but it will be you that truly rules the Stormlands.’’ Laena said before pausing.

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‘’Besides…..you have learned from the very best.’’ Laena said, the smallest hint of a smile on her face.

Her daughter looked up, her small hatchling Flameweaver perched upon her shoulder also looking at the Queen with interest.

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‘’Come now Daeoril….I know you were not mindlessly sitting and sowing for hours at a time with that needle of yours in my chambers….you were listening….perhaps the only one of my daughters to truly listen to my lessons…you understand the way the world works…and how to make it work for you.’’

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Daeoril was silent at that, giving a small nod, confirming her mothers theory.

‘’When you arrive in Storms End….a cloak of yellow and black will be draped upon your shoulders and they will name you Baratheon…but remember in your heart daughter that you are a Targaryen…the blood of the dragon runs through your veins….never forget that.’’ Laena said, lightly running her hands through her daughter's beautiful curls, which were blowing in the wind.

The Queen and her youngest daughter stood together on the ramparts of the Kings Gate for a long time, taking in the view and eachothers company before at last the Princess departed to Storm's End.


71 AC (6th Moon-12th Moon) - 72 AC

In the months following the Princess Daeorils departure for the Stormlands little of note happened, with the uneasy truce between the Queen and her siblings still holding, and we have no further recorded attempts on the Prince Vaekars life during this time period, or any reports on the Prince himself for that matter. Following the attempt at Blackbridge, Dragonstone became extremely isolated, with the Prince closing the port to prevent any visitors and traders from entering the island and mounted near constant naval patrols of the water surrounding the island.

The end of the year did see one significant arrival, or rather return to the Red Keep with the Princess Larissa and her infant son Rhodry arriving by ship in King's Landing from Sunspear for a visit, ostensibly to support her older sister Lianna and be by her side at her pregnancy.

In truth it was the other way around, with the heavily pregnant Lianna supporting and comforting her younger sister. The death of her young husband Blaise had left her alone in a foreign court in Sunspear, far different than the court of Kings Landing, the food and accents were strange and the people were even stranger and Larissa was clearly shaken by the responsibilities of managing a foreign court as an outsider and being a first time mother to the Heir of Dorne, returning to the capitol far more timid than she had been before she left.

Larissa had been educated in diplomacy and courtly etiquette by her older sister, and while familiar with the basics, she was by no means an expert and quite frankly in over her head.

Lianna spent much of her sisters visit gently counseling and informing her sister about Dorne, its numerous cultures and the differences between the Sandy, Salty and Stone Dornish, its traditions, and the heraldry and histories of houses great and small.

In the end, Princess Lianna suggested her sister might feel more confident in Dorne, if she went to the dragonpit and bonded with a dragon, which would no doubt earn the respect of the Dornish people who saw her as a timid outsider as well as remind herself that she was the blood of the dragon.

It had taken some urging by both her mother and by Vaella, but the Princess had consented in the end and eventually had bonded with the newest arrival to the dragonpit, the pale green dragon Chalfyre over the time period of several weeks.

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This claiming was significant as in addition to the loyalty of Dorne by Larissas son Rhodry and all the spears and shields that came along with it, the crown had gained another Dragonrider to its cause, further fortifying the Queen's position against her siblings.

In the early months of 72 AC, Princess Lianna would give birth to a healthy son whom would be given the name Aemorys.

Like his cousin Aenys, the Princelings appearance would be most unusual for a Targaryen, as, while having the typical purple eyes associated with the Targaryens, as he grew older his long hair would be brown in coloration. While this would be seen as somewhat odd, it was not a large scandal as it was commonly agreed the boy simply took after his Waynwood kin, Ronnel Baratheon's mother was a Waynwood after all and they were known for their brown hair.

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The time period of the Princesses pregnancy in 72 AC also saw a most curious addition to the Dragonpit of King's Landing as the records of the Dragonkeepers record that Aelesar, the white and gold dragon that had once belonged to Prince Matarys had once again returned to the oversight of the Dragonkeepers, decades after it had fled the city following its riders death.

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The last concrete mention of Aelesar comes from Mantaryan sources which claim the dragon fled from the city following the assasination of its rider Trianira, a killing some attribute to the Queen of Skulls. The acquisition, much like that of Chalfyre, is shrouded in mystery. While some theorize the wild dragon was captured by an expedition of dragon keepers to the east and brought back to King's Landing others have a far more sinister theory, that the dragon had taken a new rider, who was invited to the Red Keep and promptly murdered, a theory fitting with the nature of the Queen of Skulls and given credence to by future events. The Princess Lianna was known to have kept detailed court records of all visitors to the Red Keep, but she makes no mention of any foreign dragonriders arriving at the court in 72 AC, though the Princess, heavily pregnant at this point and occupied with her sister Larrisas visit had temporarily given up some of her responsibilities and it is possible any potential arrival simply escaped her notice. The Grandmaester Josmyn wrote in his private records of seeing a peculiar Valyrian mystic arriving to the court in 72 AC, though he would never be mentioned again in the Grandmaesters diaries.

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While we may never truly know how the dragon Aelesar was reclaimed by the Targaryens, though future events lend credence to theories it was not honestly gained, one thing was for certain, the dragon Aelesar returned to the dragonpit in 72 AC and the Queen of Skulls gained yet another advantage over those who would defy her authority.


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73-76 AC

The years between 73 AC and 76 AC saw the continuation of the relative peace and quiet throughout the realm, and uneasy as it was, the peace between the Queen and her siblings held.

That is not to say however that nothing of note occurred. In the year 73 AC, the first of the Ironborn conquests took place. When it became clear that despite the recent meeting of captains and lords in the Isles, the prospect of independence was not likely, a band of over two thousand Ironborn adventurers led by Qalen Sunderly would take to ship with the ambition of creating an independent realm where they might keep to the old ways.

Taking advantage of the instability amongst the Wildlings following their defeat at the First Hill, the Ironborn longships landed upon the Frozen Shore and carved out a realm for themselves within the Frostfang Mountains, creating a settlement in one of the mountain valleys, the wildlings attempted to resist of course but their weapons of bone and wood were no match for the steel and iron axes of the Ironborn. Qalen Sunderlys domain would stretch from the gorge in the south, bordering the Night's Watch castle of Westwatch-by-the-Bridge and the Skirling pass to the north.

Qalen Sunderly would not long survive his conquest however, soon after being murdered in his sleep by a wildling woman, and his kinsman Dunstan Sunderly would take leadership of the settlement.

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Though the Ironborn faced constant guerrilla warfare from the wildlings that lived within the Frostfang mountains, the settlement would endure for seven years, raiding nearby wildling villages and trading walrus bone, timber, pelts and wildling thralls with their kinsmen back on the isles. The situation would grow untenable following Dunstans death of natural causes however as the Wildlings began to unify in the region so the Ironborn eventually withdrew back to the Iron Islands, hailed as heroes and no doubt inspiring the subsequent Ironborn conquest which would prove far more significant to this chronicle.

The Princess Lianna was also not idle during this quiet period, making many trips throughout the realm to try and improve her mothers standing and reputation. These trips would prove quite successful and the Queens improved reputation, along with a new wave of foul rumors that assailed the Prince Vaekar’s own reputation did much to improve Laenas position.

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This improved reputation was to be sorely needed as soon after the Queen would make a rather savage and callous decision that has hardly endeared her to my order of the Citadel. In late 73 AC, the winter fever ran through Kings Landing, and Grandmaester Josmyn, who had served the realm faithfully for many years was afflicted by the pox whilst offering his healing services to the downtrodden of the city, including the whores in the street of silk when he came down with symptoms of the disease.

Upon his arrival back to the Red Keep, upon seeing his conditions from the ramparts, the Queen refused to allow him entry back into the castle, and despite much pleading to the Princess Lianna, the old man was turned away, and without his elixirs and herbal stores in his chambers he soon perished from the disease, which would also claim the life of the Kingsguard Ser Androw Hollard, who was similarly forced from the Red Keep.
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It is believed that the moniker Queen of Skulls first came about shortly following this event, when at a meeting between the Archmaesters of my order in Oldtown, Archmaester Adison expressed his displeasure at having to choose another good and learned man to serve this ‘’Queen of Skulls’’, a term which stuck with the novices of the city and is used throughout the realm to this day.

74 AC was similarly largely uneventful. Early in the year the Manderlys of White Harbor faced a rebellion from the peasantry in nearby Blackpool, who were disgruntled by incursions of septons from the city into their land, which largely held to the old gods unlike their Manderly overlords.

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Despite initially winning a surprising victory against a small and overeager force of Manderly levies, with the peasants impressively repulsing their knights and men-at-arms, eventually the rebellion would be put down and peace would return to White Harbor.

The later months of 74 AC would see the further growth of House Targaryen, as Jaehara Targaryen and Nakados Tendryis would welcome another child to the royal family, a girl who would be named Viserra, and would grow into an exceedingly quick and intelligent child.

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It was also around this time period that two new houses, or rather branches of old proud houses came to being.

The first of these was House Stonewolf, the lords of the Stony Shore. Shortly after Aegons conquest, Torrhen Stark granted the Stony Shore to one of his younger sons, and for over seventy years his descendents had ruled the thinly populated lands around Sea Dragon Point and the Stony Shore, growing ever more distant from their kinsmen in Winterfell before at last the Starks of the Stony Shore created their own house.

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The second such event was not so much the creation of a new house but rather the merging of two. The near destruction of House Yronwood during Aegon's conquest is well recorded, though contrary to popular belief the house did not perish completely.

In addition to the small amount of trueborn Yronwoods, who currently rule over a small tower house called Drywell in the Great Desert to the south of Dorne, House Yronwood was survived by a daughter of the last Lord of the Yronwoods. This woman would be married to a Drinkwater of Vultures Roost, one of House Yronwoods traditional vassals.

Their children would eventually become Lords of Yronwood, bearing the name Drinkwater and so it would continue for many decades, with these Drinkwater descendents still retaining the look of their Yronwood ancestors after all these years, inheriting their blonde hair and blue eyes, unlike the trueborn Yronwoods in all irony.

However as time went on, factions grew between the Drinkwaters of Yronwood and their Drinkwater Vassals of Vultures Roost, and a proud Lord of Yronwood, seeking to differentiate himself from his vassals and to highlight his Yronwood legacy, created the House of Yronwater.

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The records of later years of this time period also give more insight into the life of Prince Vaekar, who in late 75 AC was expecting his first child and heir with his wife Selyse Scales on Dragonstone.

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10th Moon, 75 AC
Castle of Dragonstone, the Narrow Sea


The screams from the bedchamber carried all the way to the top of the Stone Drum, where Prince Vaekar stood hunched over the painted table that his grandfather and grandmother Aegon and Visenya had planned the conquest of Westeros along with their sister Rhaenys.

The Prince had spent many an hour at this table often spending all day locked away in the chambers to the late hours of the night, pouring over the map, looking for any strategy…any advantage that could be gained over his sister.
Their prospects were dire, despite all his searching Vaekar could not find a way to replace the support they had been counting on from Eddard Stark, who had been killed in battle years prior, and with his death, so too did the promise of over thirty thousand northmen to their cause.

Vaekar had cursed himself for a fool many times since he got that raven from the North, he should not have counseled the Lord of Winterfell to continue his war against the Tullys but the prospect of gaining the Twins and the Freys to their cause had blinded him to the potential consequences of the wars continuation. Ill tidings had been received from Storms End as well, as Cymella had reported their niece Daeoril was slowly but steadily gaining control of the court and the respect of the Stormlander Lords, while she still felt confident her son Boros would follow her lead, she reported that the Storm Lords were far less certain to follow them into potential rebellion. The fact that his sister had somehow gained Aelesar and the Volantene dragon to her cause was a seemingly unassailable obstacle as well

He had considered almost every option….while lacking the support of most of the Reach, his sister Alyssanes seat of Highgarden was rich, and she could likely bring several thousand mercenaries to their cause with her coffers, but nothing would unite the realm faster against them than if they declared a rebellion with the backing of a horde of foreign mercenaries worshiping foreign gods, and in the end a few thousand more men would make a difference against his sisters dragons, especially now that Dorne was firmly under her sisters control by her grandson Rhodry, and her daughter Larissa who had recently became a dragon rider, though Vaekar felt confident in beating her dragon, which was described as being small, at the very least.

He had even considered returning to Essos and Mantarys to seek out Meraxes once more but that had been a brief prospect, he no longer possessed the reckless abandon and boldness he had as a young man and such a journey was fraught with danger….he would find no warm welcome in Mantarys either since Lord Zobridar had long since been deposed. In addition to this, even if he somehow managed to find Meraxes, he was doubtful he could bind it to his will, the old texts had never mentioned a rider with two dragons, and he was already bonded with his dragon Andalax, who was just over a dozen feet in length,in order to bond with Meraxes he would likely have to kill Andalax, for it was written a dragon could tell if an individual had already bonded with one of their kind.

Vaekar quickly put the thought from his mind, going to Mantarys was out of the question, his eyes returned to the painted table.

There has to be a way The Prince thought to himself, most men would have given up by now, but the Prince was a stubborn man and accepting defeat was not something he would allow himself to do.

If his wife were to sire a son, it would no doubt help his own position immensely, especially if he were to become hand, but he could not see how it would help his sisters and their immediate predicament.

He heard another scream from below and shook all the thoughts of his plight from his mind, his planning could wait for another day, he had hidden up here in this tower too long.

Pulling on his cloak and buckling on Blackfyre, the Prince made his way down the stairs with a contingent of guardsman behind him towards the sounds of his wife.

The smell of incense was heavy near the door, and the septons and their acolytes were right where he had left them, chanting their prayers outside the door, though they did little to drown out the screams coming from behind it.

The Prince nodded at them to continue their prayers and opened the door, one of the handmaidens at his wife's bedside opened her eyes wide when he walked in and made her way towards him.

‘’I'm not going anywhere.’’ Vaekar said stubbornly, he had attempted to follow tradition, retreating to his solar to wait out the birth, but it had gone on far too long for Selyse to endure alone.

He sat by her side, and took her hand.

‘’Vaekar….’’ She mumbled.

‘’Im here….Im here Selyse.’’ He replied, gripping her hand tighter.

‘’So..Something's wrong.’’ She panted.

‘’No….the father is with you, the babe is nearly here.’’ He promised her, though something about about the faces of the helping maids disconcerted him.

His worries were momentarily abated with a gasp of excitement from one of the maids who proclaimed she could see the head.

They carefully drew out the babe, and Vaekar immediately noticed something was wrong.

There's no crying He thought to himself.

He watched as one of the women held the child, looking at him with uncertainty, Selyse began to weep in realization, an utterly exhausted sadness written on her face. Vaekar wanted to go to her, but he knew there were no words he could say.

‘’My Lord…..’’ She began but Vaekar had already left the room without a word, wondering what he had done to earn such disfavor from the gods.

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Those close to the Prince would say that this was truly the event and hardship that broke his spirit, and the records of the Prince Vaekar on Dragonstone grow quiet for many years.


75th AC-76 AC

The end of the year 75 AC saw two announcements made to the court as both the Princess Jaehara and Princess Lianna announced that they were expecting children.

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This good news was to be dampened however with the death of Nakados Tendryis, the Red Keeps Pentoshi master-of-the-hunt, who would be found dead in his tent whilst hunting in the Kingswood with his huntsmen.

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When questioned by the Princess Lianna, the huntsmen claimed that Nakados had not complained of any symptoms the previous day, but had looked quite sickly and under the weather, though he kept this discomfort to himself.

The Princess took her investigation a step further, having the new Grandmaester Greydon examine the body for any signs of foul play, but he reported that all signs pointed to it being a natural death, it had been a cold and damp expedition to the Kingswood and the man had likely simply caught a cold and passed away.

Nakados Tendryis’s death left the heavily pregnant Jaehara widowed at just 28 years of age, and soon after she would give birth to a girl named Aerea, whom for unknown reasons has always been known as Aerea Tendryis, being given the name of her father rather than her mother. Her tragic tale shall be related later within this chronicle.

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Nakados Tendryis’s death had other consequences beyond just the widowing of the Princess Jaehara, as there were some within the Red Keep that began to whisper that Nakados had not just gone to his grave with his seed within the womb of Jaehara but also that of the Princess Lianna, who had gone to rather unusual lengths in investigating his death.

Rumors had surrounded the pair for years, but it was not widely circulated or spoken of. Princess Lianna was a paranoid and watchful woman, and if such an affair had occurred she had done her best to hide it, though some claimed the time the Princess spent hawking outside the city walls with Nakados Tendryis was rather odd.

Various hidden court records and private journals pose that Lord Ronnel Baratheon could no longer ignore the rumors surrounding his wife and the late Nakados and confronted Lianna.

It is said that the Princess denied nothing and tearfully confessed to the affair, though she swore on all seven gods that Aemorys, Jareion, and Jaenar, their firstborn child who had been born stillborn were all his, though she admitted it was a strong possibility the babe in her womb was not of his seed.

The rumor goes that Ronnel Baratheon raised his hand to strike her most fiercely, but remembered his vows made before the mother, and of the mothers mercy, and he lowered his fist, though he cursed her for a whore and a harlot and all other manner of foul insults, and stated that he would neither raise or have anything to do with her ill begotten bastard, though he would not reveal the secret in front of the court and destroy his son Jareions image, whom he was fairly certain at least was his seed. No amount of pleading to take the child as his own and raise it in sight of the court would sway him from his position, for Ronnel Baratheon was a stubborn man.

This would all be for naught however, as the babe would die in childbirth, and soon, all memory of the rumors of Nakados Tendryis and the Princess would slowly fade and those who continued to whisper would more oft than not find themselves without tongues.

There is however, another version of the tale.



11th Moon, 76 AC
The Red Keep, Kings Landing


‘’You must push my lady!’’ The Princess's maid Elana, who had been at Liannas side for all three of her prior births insisted.

Lianna needed no further instruction, this was her fourth time facing the birthing bed.

She obliged, shouting as she grabbed the sides of the bed.

There was pain of course, but it was not so bad as Jaerion had been….that birth had nearly killed her, and even worse still had been Jaenar….her firstborn who had never lived.

What kind of life will this child live Lianna thought in between ragged breaths, fatherless, despised…..the life of a bastard child awaited this babe.

She forced herself to abandon all thoughts of stillbirths and bastardry, this babe needed her.

‘’Nearly there Lianna…..nearly there.’’ Elana said.

With a final shout and push it was done and Elana drew him out.

‘’Its a boy Princess….a healthy boy.’’ Her maid exclaimed excitedly.

A boy Lianna thought to herself, as always the pain and exhaustion momentarily became a distant memory as she saw the kicking of those little feet and heard the cries as her son drew his first breaths.

She held out her arms and Elana carefully placed the crying child in her arms when she had finished.

Lianna held her son close to her, stroking his head and looking into his closed little eyes.

My son She thought to herself, holding him close, all thoughts of her current situation melting away as she held him.

Her peace was not to last for long however, as soon after her parents walked through the door, Elana bowed and left hurriedly with the rest of the midwives, leaving the three of them alone.

Her father came first, as he had at all her other births, moving a lock of her hair from her eyes and kissing her on the forehead before taking the babe in his arms, her mother stood silently by the door.

‘’Such a jolly little fellow.’’ He said with a chuckle, holding him in his arms.

‘’I had thought to name him Jaekar father….after you…if you would permit it.’’ Lianna said with a tired smile.

‘’Of course I will…..I should be honored, I think the lad looks ready for an adventure, to meet his aunts’’ Her father said, still holding the babe and opening the door, no doubt to take the babe around the Red Keep and introduce him to the royal family.

‘’Are you an utter fool.’’ Her mother said sharply, breaking her silence.

‘’Laena…I’’ He began.

‘’Shut the door Jaekar…and leave us.’’ She commanded.

‘’You cannot be seriou….’’ Her father began but thought better of it when he saw the glare in Laenas eyes and silently returned the babe to Lianna and gave her hand a quick squeeze before leaving the Queen and Lianna alone.

They remained in silence for quite a while, with Lianna gently rocking the babe, who had begun crying after the Queen's sharp chastisement of her husband.

‘’Lianna.’’ Her mother began.

‘’No.’’ Lianna said simply, refusing to face her mother, looking into her son's eyes.

Laena was undeterred ‘’So long as he remains in the capitol he will pose a threat to not only your own legitimacy but also that of Jaerion and Aemorys….your bastard cannot be here when you take the Throne.’’

‘’No…I said no.’’ Lianna said, trying to show no emotion and still refusing to face her mother, though her voice began to grow louder and more desperate at the end.

‘’People have eyes girl…..your husband has refused to raise the babe….the rumors that surround you are bad enough, but Ronnels treatment of the child will confirm it to all, he cannot remain here or whispers will haunt you and your sons till the end of your days…which will not be long in coming if he remains.’’ Lianna said sternly.

‘’HE is my son too.’’ Lianna said angrily, for the first time looking at her mother…the sudden raise in tone set the babe to crying again, and Lianna desperately returned her attention to him, trying to comfort and quiet him.

‘’He was your son…..until he died in childbirth….over time the rumors will subside…I shall see to that, but if he remains he will serve as a constant reminder of those rumors…they will never be silenced….that I promise you daughter….now quiet him’’ Lianna said.

‘’It wont work…..he was seen, the midwives delivered him….it won't work.’’ Lianna said, the exhaustion slowly setting in, and tears coming to her eyes unbidden.

‘’I will have them sent away…..none will hear the truth.’’ Her mother said simply.

‘’Kill them you mean…..you will kill them.’’ Lianna said, her vision now completely blurred with tears, her mind turned to Elana, the midwife who had been there by her side all four times she had faced the birthing bed, a woman she considered to be more of a friend and companion than a maid or servant.

Her mother said nothing at that.

‘’The child shall be cared for…..Nakados has Tendryis kinsmen in Freneros, a castle on the Braavosian Coastland, Jaqaro Tendryis is both High Justiciar to the Sealord of Braavos and a councilor and keyholder to the Iron Bank of Braavos, a powerful man.’’ Her mother began.

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‘’No.’’ Lianna said, her voice barely above a whisper.

‘’Vaella has been in secret correspondence with the man, who has agreed to foster and raise the boy in Freneros, your sister tells me he is known be a kind and charitable man, the child will lack for nothing, and will receive an education befitting a member of the Tendryis family.’’ Her mother said.

‘’I won't….I can't.’’ Lianna said desperately, clutching her son closer to her, her tears falling on the babe.

‘’You can…..and you will….I will not always be here to protect you….I promise you this, if your bastard remains here, he will be killed most cruelly, him, your other sons, and you yourself, the realm can barely stomach what in their mind is our tainted blood…the lords of the realm will never follow those who they suspect to be bastards on top of that….if your bastard remains he will light the spark that destroys this family.’’ Her mother said.

‘’I I were a man none would car..’’ She began.

‘’But you are not a man….if the boy remains….your sons Jaerion and Aemorys will die….perhaps not today…but they will be killed before any of them sit the throne…on that you have my word…..send the boy away for the sake of your other sons, he will live comfortably…he cannot be used against them or their positions….what harm can he do…a bastard boy across the narrow sea’’ The Queen of Skulls silenced her.

The image of her sons Jaerion and Aemorys entered her mind, Jaerion, nearly 8 years old by now, always with a smile and a joke on his lips, and his love of sweetcakes, and his brother Aemorys, younger and more sullen but nevertheless such a polite little boy….a terrible thought of their heads on spikes passed through her mind.

She looked into her newborn son's eyes, he had stopped crying by now, and was looking at her, holding her hand with his chubby little fingers.

‘’Is this your suggestion or your command.’’ Lianna said, in an emotionless voice.

‘’Both.’’ Her mother answered in a steely tone.

‘’Know that this is the moment you have truly killed me.’’ Lianna said after a long silence, a fresh wave of tears falling down her face as she held the child close to her and kissed him.

Her mother said nothing to that and simply cleared her throat loudly. The sunlight from the windows had long since ceased to shine, and the dawnlight of the moon had replaced it. There was not a single sound from outside, and Lianna would later learn that the Red Keep had been completely cleared to allow the Royal Family appropriate privacy to mourn the stillborn child.

Her sister Vaella walked in, wearing a black hooded cloak, without a word she walked in.

‘’Vaella……please don't.’’ Lianna pleaded, one last time, she saw a hint of something that might have passed for pity on her sister's face, but her mother gave her a nod and that look was quickly replaced by one of little emotion.

Vaella said nothing and extended her arms.

‘’No…No.’’ Lianna said, attempting to hold Jaekar closer against her, but her mother had grabbed her shoulders, and Vaella took the squalling and crying baby from her arms , wrapping her cloak over him.

‘’NO….NO.’’ Lianna shrieked, as if a wounded animal, thrashing wildly as her mother held her down and Vaella left the room, the crying of the baby growing fainter and fainter.

Lianna continued to scream and shriek, but her mother was stronger than her, and soon a wave of exhaustion passed over her and sleep took her.

In the weeks following the death of her stillborn son, Lianna would spent almost all of them in bed, crying far more and far longer than she ever had for her first boy that had been born stillborn, and as the Princess slowly returned to health and to her duties, it was clear that a change had come over her, with some servants whispering that the Queen of Skulls had somehow finally won over her daughter.

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I must admit, Laena definitely is a royal piece of dragondung, but she is hella efficient. Little Jaekar should marry Lady Stark, steal that dragonegg Laena stole from Mantarys and whoop a royal behind.
 
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Thoughts.

Lord Eddard Stark is dead. A massive loss for the plan of the rebels. The war against the Tullys has cost the Stark dearly. Lady Mariah Stark is now the most eligible heiress in Westeros, and she is only an infant. If the customs of Westeros were more like medieval Europe, the sensible and likely action for the monarch to do would be to betroth Lady Mariah Stark to Prince Jaerion Targaryen to bring the North under more direct Targaryen rule in personal union one day. Fortunately for the Starks, the customs of Westeros make that situation unlikely.

Not every death of a Lord Paramount is the Queen's doing but the situation is convenient for the Iron Throne with the North and Dorne ruled by infants.

More foreign dragonriders mysteriously turn up dead and their dragons turn up in the dragonpit. The Queen is doing her best to restore the Targaryen dragon monopoly and her efforts are a lot more successful than Vaekar's in years past.

Oh Gods, how could you do this to Leaysa? If I have sinned, why did you not punish me instead? She was blameless, my perfect daughter! Life had so much more in store for her...- Prince Vaekar in his thoughts no doubt.

Vaekar has experienced many setbacks and false hopes before but a stillborn child was the one to break his spirit. I feel sorry for him. His life seems truly cursed and wasted at this point. Will Vaekar ever be a contender in the future or is he doomed to live his days sulking on Dragonstone? Perhaps the death of his older sister Laena or the birth of a healthy child can change things?

Nakados Tendryis is dead and not by the actions of the Queen shockingly. He is dead for wholly mundane reasons.
Nakados Tendryis’s death left the heavily pregnant Jaehara widowed at just 28 years of age, and soon after she would give birth to a girl named Aerea, whom for unknown reasons has always been known as Aerea Tendryis, being given the name of her father rather than her mother. Her tragic tale shall be related later within this chronicle.
It is a known glitch I have seen in other AARs that if the father in a matrilineal marriage dies while his wife is pregnant, the posthumous child will be of their father's house despite the matrilineal marriage.

"Her children are BASTARDS! And she is a whore" This is the situation Laena fears for Lianna and wishes to mitigate by removing the boy Jaekar from the game of thrones.

Laena has broken her daughter Lianna to her will for now and has removed the complicating factor of Lianna's illegitimate son. Is this really the last that we will see of Jaekar "Waters"? I see that the boy has a custom house name and coat of arms. Lianna could potentially recall her bastard son to Westeros after the death of her mother and her accession to the Throne. Laena can't control what Lianna does from the grave. Will the Queen's lessons stick with Lianna after Laena eventually passes?

Speaking of the grave, Queen Laena will soon be reaching the age when her father and Princess Lianna will soon be reaching the age where her mother ascended to the Iron Throne. Many in the realm are probably secretly praying for Laena's death. I wonder what things would be like if Queen Laena died a natural death. The commoners would probably rejoice while most of the court would performatively weep for show.

If the Gods are good, Queen Laena will die soon but they have been cruel in Laena's reign. Laena's health has been good so far and it is not implausible that she could live longer than her father did.

Lianna's relationship with her sister Vaella seems thoroughly poisoned. Vaella has been Laena's shadow and coconspirator in many things for her whole life. I am not sure what will happen to Vaella once Laena dies.
 
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I have resorted to believing everything to be the handiwork of Laena until proven otherwise. Death of Lord Stark in battle, a merc in the Queens's employ shot a lucky arrow. Niece in childbirth, soon midwife will be revealed as Queen's employee. Death of healthy princess' lover, need I go on. If @Bored Student1414 thinks that Laena's power will end at the grave, then he is a braver man than I. Thank you for giving another Queen L fairytale, where the motto is if you are not good then Laena will visit you.
 
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I must admit, Laena definitely is a royal piece of dragondung, but she is hella efficient. Little Jaqaro should marry Lady Stark, steal that dragonegg Laena stole from Mantarys and whoop a royal behind.
That was kind of what I was going for...I wanted Laena to be pretty cruel but also far more cunning than a Cersei type character......that egg Laena stole from Mantarys will actually be stolen by someone as the next chapter will show.

Lady Mariah Stark is now the most eligible heiress in Westeros, and she is only an infant. If the customs of Westeros were more like medieval Europe, the sensible and likely action for the monarch to do would be to betroth Lady Mariah Stark to Prince Jaerion Targaryen to bring the North under more direct Targaryen rule in personal union one day.
True....I dont think Mariah Starks Regency council of Northern Lords would ever go along with it however so the lack of a betrothal for the benefit of southern actors does make some sense to me. Lianna will likely look for a match that does bring some aditional ''blood of the dragon'' into the family however, even if just a little.

Oh Gods, how could you do this to Leaysa? If I have sinned, why did you not punish me instead? She was blameless, my perfect daughter! Life had so much more in store for her...- Prince Vaekar in his thoughts no doubt.

Vaekar has experienced many setbacks and false hopes before but a stillborn child was the one to break his spirit. I feel sorry for him. His life seems truly cursed and wasted at this point. Will Vaekar ever be a contender in the future or is he doomed to live his days sulking on Dragonstone? Perhaps the death of his older sister Laena or the birth of a healthy child can change things?
I felt bad for him as well...I think you put it perfectly by calling it a waste...he had a lot of potential....as to whether or not he will become a serious contender...only time (and the next chapter) will tell.

"Her children are BASTARDS! And she is a whore" This is the situation Laena fears for Lianna and wishes to mitigate by removing the boy Jaekar from the game of thrones.
Very true........I shudder to think of how Laena would react if good old Vaemond Velaryon said that to her face.

Is this really the last that we will see of Jaekar "Waters"?
To that I can only answer ''I dont know.''

I originally planned to involve him in the future of the story, but without saying too much planning ahead in ck2 can sometimes be a fools errand and there are some complications to involving him. There is the possibility he will directly be involved in the story....or he could simply vanish from the chronicle, living a potentially happy life across the narrow sea...or who knows, maybe his potential descendents could come into play if a Targaryen ever goes to Braavos...its hard to say.

Will the Queen's lessons stick with Lianna after Laena eventually passes?
Lianna has spent at least a decade at this point fighting against her mother, but being forced to give up her son truly was the final straw and it broke her will and hardened her heart. Her new attitude will be displayed in the next chapter.

Speaking of the grave, Queen Laena will soon be reaching the age when her father and Princess Lianna will soon be reaching the age where her mother ascended to the Iron Throne. Many in the realm are probably secretly praying for Laena's death. I wonder what things would be like if Queen Laena died a natural death. The commoners would probably rejoice while most of the court would performatively weep for show.

Speaking of the grave, Queen Laena will soon be reaching the age when her father and Princess Lianna will soon be reaching the age where her mother ascended to the Iron Throne. Many in the realm are probably secretly praying for Laena's death. I wonder what things would be like if Queen Laena died a natural death. The commoners would probably rejoice while most of the court would performatively weep for show.

If the Gods are good, Queen Laena will die soon but they have been cruel in Laena's reign. Laena's health has been good so far and it is not implausible that she could live longer than her father did.
The end of Laenas reign may not come as you might expect.

Lianna's relationship with her sister Vaella seems thoroughly poisoned. Vaella has been Laena's shadow and coconspirator in many things for her whole life. I am not sure what will happen to Vaella once Laena dies.
Vaella will have an interesting road...one event involving her in particular I am looking forward to writing. I think she will have a very interesting ending, though it is worth noting that ''ending'' is not synonymous with death.

I have resorted to believing everything to be the handiwork of Laena until proven otherwise. Death of Lord Stark in battle, a merc in the Queens's employ shot a lucky arrow. Niece in childbirth, soon midwife will be revealed as Queen's employee. Death of healthy princess' lover, need I go on.
Laena has been fairly lucky as ck2 rulers go.

Thank you for giving another Queen L fairytale, where the motto is if you are not good then Laena will visit you.
Laena will be ''hosting'' no less than three visitors in the next chapter.


To All: Thank you for the comments/likes. This coming chapter will likely be the longest I have done from the standpoint of time covered, with my rough outline being for it to cover 18 years. Hopefully it is not too jarring, but It will get me much closer to the point in the story id like to get to. As one might expect there will be a lot of big events and regretfully I wont be able to tell all of them in POV form, but Im finally relatively set on the scenes I want to include and have written one of them so far, which will provide more insight into the newest generation of Targaryens, and one thing I will say is the tides and layout of the ''game of thrones'' will definatly shift during these 18 years, with both tragedy and fortitious events befalling the House of the Dragon.
 
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Took me a while to get through the latest chapter, which I had to read in parts as RL and other writing and reading intervened, but I got there. Laena continues to live up to her legend! Bravo.
 
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Took me a while to get through the latest chapter, which I had to read in parts as RL and other writing and reading intervened, but I got there. Laena continues to live up to her legend! Bravo.
No problem, I know the feeling well, RL comes first and im just honored youve taken the time to read it at all :).

To All: Next chapter should be much more managable, Ive made the decision to go ahead and split it in two due to the massive scope of it so I can at least get something out in a timely manner (7 total POV characters). Should be out tonight or tommorow morning.
 
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Chapter 48: The Flames of Death (77-82 AC) (Aenys, Jaermion, Laena) (Part 1)
77 AC - 79 AC

The years 77 AC to 79 AC saw the continuation of the quiet period that had fallen over the realm for the last decade, with little of interest of importance taking place in the seven kingdoms or in the Red Keep. This period did see the second wave of Ironborn adventurers set off from their home to plunder and conquer. By this period of time, the Ironborn settlement beyond the wall in the Frostfangs was waning, and by 80 AC it would be completely abandoned, with the Ironborn sailing back to the Isles with their ill gotten plunder of pelts, walrus tusks and amber jewelry, despite the settlements end after just seven years, the returning Ironborn were hailed as heroes, and no doubt their return coincided with influencing the second wave of adventurers.

An ambitious Ironborn named Roggon Drumm, a skilled warrior and commander with little prospects on the Isles due to his minor standing within clan Drumm led some 2000 Ironborn adventurers and twenty Longships east to the Stepstones with intent to plunder and carve out a realm of his own, attracting far more support than Dunstan Sunderly’s expedition beyond the wall had, since the Narrow Sea and its proximity to Essos and its shipping lanes provided the perfect place to reave and practice the old way.

Roggon Drumm chose the small rocky island chain known at the time as ‘’the Skulls’’, which were just east of the crowns frontier in Nerrisa, as his target, successfully driving out the Mahhaladors, a Farosi pirate family which held power over the Skulls and establishing an independent Ironborn stronghold in the middle of the Narrow Sea.

Roggon would name himself King of the Stepstones following his victory, and although his domain only stretched so far as the limits of the Skulls, the speed of his longships and the ferocity of his Ironborn raiders would make his realm more powerful than the average pirates in the Stepstones.

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2nd Moon, 80 AC

‘’Shield up Aenys.’’ Lord Qoherys, the Red Keep's Master-at-Arms and Marshal commanded in his usual quiet but stern tone.

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Aenys did as he was bid, raising his shield just in the nick of time as another one of his cousin Jaerions heavy blows hammered his shield, sending him stumbling backwards across the cobblestone courtyard.

Jaerion followed up with another slash towards Aenys’s chest, a rather sloppy strike in truth, his cousin had always relied far more on his strength than any sort of natural skill, but it was enough. Aenys raised his training sword to attempt to parry, but his shoulders were still ringing and sore from blocking previous strikes, and Aenys’s sword fell out of his hand with a clattering thud.

His cousin gave him his signature arrogant smirk, and lightly jabbed his sword forward, resting it on Aenys’s breastplate.

‘’Dead.’’ He said, still smirking and staring down at Aenys, despite Aenys being several months older than Jaerion, his cousin was big for his age, and had two inches on him, much to Aenys’s resentment. The girls watching the bout from the balcony above gave a round of applause for the crown prince's victory, the girls all loved Jaerion…his easy smile, his perfect hair, his jokes…it was infuriating. Aenys gave a glimpse up to the balcony and saw Rosie, the daughter of one a commander within the City Watch, and a girl he had liked for years joining in with all the rest.

Aenys slapped his cousin's training sword off of his chest wordlessly and stormed off to the side of the courtyard, standing sullenly.

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Jaerion was still preening like a peacock, swaggering about the training yard as if some great conqueror, holding his sword in the air.

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‘’Whos next?’’ The Princeling asked the crowd, pointing his sword one by one at the boys of the castle.

Aenys looked up to the balcony and saw the girls giggling, one of them whispered something in Rosies ears and she blushed.

Aenys wordlessly stepped forward, surprising even himself, it was his custom to retreat to the corner of the training yard and sulk after being beaten by his cousin, but not today.

Jaerions deep purple eyes turned to him, sparkling in the sun, he flashed a smile as he turned his sword to point at Aenys ‘’It seems my cousin wants to add another bruise to his collection.’’

Aenys said nothing, stepping forward and preparing his stance, the other boys of the castle hooting with laughter and roaring encouragement to Jaerion.

‘’You're sure you can handle it Aenys….your mood seems to be as dark as your hair.’’ Jaerion said, continuing with the theatrics and earning more laughter from his cronies.

Aenys said nothing and raised his shield.

‘’Aenys?’’ Lord Qoherys asked simply.

‘’I'm ready.’’ He responded simply and Lord Qoherys nodded for them to begin.

Aenys abandoned all of his prior training, all thoughts of strategy leaving his mind, replaced with only one goal.

He wanted to hit the bastard.

With a yell Aenys charged forward like a bull, raising his sword like a madman, abandoning all prospect of defending himself.

It worked.

The sudden wild charge took Jaerion completely by surprise, who had rather arrogantly kept his sword pointed downwards and had not even adopted his stance, no doubt wanting to play it cool put on a show for his audience.

Aenys first strike, a wild butcher cut took the Crown Prince in the shoulder, Aenys did not stop there, running into Jaerion with a heavy thud, knocking him to the ground.

Aenys continued striking his defenseless cousin with a flurry of blows,ignoring the shouts of Lord Qoherys which blended into the cacophony of noises from the watching squires.


Jaerion may have been arrogant but he was no coward, rather than cowering in a ball to lessen the force of the blows, he waited until after Aenys had delivered another strike, to his chest and grabbed the sword as Aenys was withdrawing it, grabbing his wrist with his other hand and pulling him to the ground where the melee devolved into an all out brawl.

Jaerion jabbed an elbow into Aenys’s chest, knocking the wind from him and causing Aenys to double over with a gasp. His cousin wrestled his way on top of him and raised a fist to bring it down on Aenys, who closed his eyes and awaited the blow that was no doubt going to break his nose.


‘’THAT IS ENOUGH.’’ The normally silent and taciturn Lord Qoherys roared, causing Jaerion to hesitate while one of the Kingsguard, Ser Allard Caffren separated the two boys, pulling Jaerion off of his cousin by the shoulders.

Aenys remained doubled over on the ground, trying to find his breath as Jaerion staggered to his feet, spitting a little blood and wiping a matted lock of hair from his eyes, to Aenys dismay, his strikes had done little to diminish his good looks.

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His cousin gave his signature smirk, though there was no trace of warmth in his eyes ‘’Easy cousin…..we are both Targaryens here…..well….some of us more than others.’’

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‘’We are done with training for the day.’’ Lord Qoherys said sternly.

‘’Glady.’’ Jaerion said, giving Aenys one last look before leaving the training grounds, his cronies close behind.

Aenys remained on the ground, his breath slowly returning to him, Lord Qoherys left as well, but not before giving Aenys a look that might have passed for some kind of approval.

Aenys looked up to the balcony, hoping Rosie would come down and tell him how brave he had been, but she had gone along with Jaerion and all the rest, all except Aemorys, his cousin and Jaerions younger brother.

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Despite the age difference between them….Aemorys had only just been made a squire to Lord Qoherys the previous month, being the youngest of the squires in the training ground, they had always been close, with Aenys helping Aemorys understand the duties of being a squire, and the boy was all to willing to listen.

He will surpass me soon Aenys thought to himself, even in just a few months of training his cousin had grown strong, and it was clear he would take after his older brother in physique, though at least he had a much more agreeable temperament than his older brother, even if he was a little sullen at times.

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They were further bonded by the fact they both were somewhat odd looking for Targaryens, with Aenys having dark black hair and Aemorys having long brown hair.

At least he can explain it Aenys thought to himself, it was commonly said Aemorys had inherited the Waynwood look from his paternal grandmother, but Aenys had no easy explanation for the coloration of his hair, something Jaerion and his cronies did not fail to remind him at every opportunity. Aenys had asked his mother once about it, and his mother simply replied that sometimes people are just born different….she had been drinking at the time however, something she did more and more these days and Aenys was not convinced.

Aemorys offered his hand and helped Aenys up off the cobblestone.

‘’He's bigger than you……did you really think it was going to work?’’ Aemorys asked in his usual disbelieving tone.

Aenys dusted himself off ‘’It didn't have to work….I just had to do it.’’

‘’Yeah.’’ Aemorys said sullenly ‘’I get it.’’

Aenys smiled at that, the image of him hitting Jaerion on the ground clear in his mind, and would remain so for many years, always coming to the forefront whenever Jaerion would begin to taunt him.

I hit the bastard Aenys thought to himself, a small smile on his face.

He ruffled Aemorys’s hair ‘’Let's go and see to our armor.’’



80 AC - 82 AC

The later months of 80 AC saw a significant project undertaken by Queen Laena, as she ordered an expansion to be built to the Dragonpit in Kings Landing, commissioning a large single pitted dome to be built near the second one, much to the befuddlement of the workers and the Dragon Keepers as the main pit was not close to being full, and no dragons were even close to reaching the size of the single pit, not even Vhagar.

The reason for this expansion would become clear to not just the dragon keepers but the entire city as one morning a darkness enveloped parts of King's Landing.

Meraxes had arrived.

The silver death was over one hundred feet in length and the shadow of its wingspan caused entire parts of the city to grow dark as the beast passed overhead, causing much terror among the inhabitants, the dragon was almost as big as Balerion the Dread had been before its death.

The beast was ridden by a Mantaryan, Jaeremion Rebagyr, known in Essos as Jaeremion the Dragontamer, a rather unremarkable man in truth, but one that had somehow managed to tame the beast during one of its rare flights outside of its lair on the islands in the Smoking Sea.

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As one might expect, when word that Meraxes, the silver death had been tamed, interest in procuring the Dragontamers services was in high demand, with invitations and promises of riches and glory, palaces and lordships being offered to Jaeremion by almost all the Free Cities and even beyond in Essos.

None offered more than Laena, Queen of Skulls.

Jaermion was promised use of his own dragonpit upon the high hill, a royal marriage with a member of the Royal Family in time, perhaps Jaehara if he were to set aside his own wife, palaces in Kings Landing and Oldtown, Vineyards in the Arbor and orchards in the Reach, royal titles and honors, positions for any followers he might attain, access to secret texts and tomes of the Dragonkeepers, and most importantly….lots of gold.

Any individual that knew anything of Laena, Queen of Skulls would have immediately been cautious…the Queen was not an individual to so recklessly lavish such rich honors freely, but Jaermion knew little of the Queen, except that her family were the only other dragon riders in the world, the blood of the Valyrian Freehold….previous deaths of dragonriders attributed to the Queen of Skulls were not widely known or even suspected by those in Essos.

The Dragon Tamer enjoyed these rewards and riches greatly….for a short time.


8th Moon, 81 AC
Street of Silk, Kings Landing


Jaermion clapped his hands and the servants began to bring out the next course to him and his companions, a massive roast of honeyed aurochs followed by a salad of crushed almonds, spiced with cinnamon from the Jade Sea.

To wash it down, several cups of wine from far off Yi Ti were brought in, which Jaermion had his servants procure from Pentos, though this wine was reserved for himself, the rest of his followers would have to content themself with other local wines, such drink was not for the likes of them.

As usual he had the servants cut the choicest parts of the roast off for himself, before the rest was distributed to his friends, local merchants mostly, along with his bodyguards and musicians.

A merry tune from a pipe was played by one of these musicians, while some of the most expensive dancers that could be procured in the Street of Silk followed along, clad only in wisps of silk.

Far better than any in Mantarys Jaermion thought to himself….Kings Landing was in truth a shithole compared to the Free Cities of the east, but it was an improvement over the grim city of Mantarys, and something excited him about the city and its warmth and young feel.

He had heard Oldtown was even better, and he looked forward to visiting the palaces the Queen had said awaited him below the Starry Sept. In truth he would leave for Oldtown as soon as he had taken the Princess Jaerhara to wife, a gloomy girl in truth but a Princess nonetheless…which would make him a Prince? Jaermion was not quite sure, Westerosi customs were still foreign to him, but it would do a great deal to help his position that was clear. Once he was in Oldtown he would commission a dragonpit for Meraxes there…it would not be quite in keeping with his agreement with the Queen, but with Meraxes at his side the old woman could hardly refuse him.

He had set aside his wife Raelaesa without much thought, she had been angry of course as he had known she would be, but she was no fit consort for a man of his position.

He took a bite of the roast.

Owning this establishment does have its advantages Jaermion thought to himself, in addition to owning this establishment to host his followers each night for a great feast, he had hired one of the finest cooks in the city, an old woman from Tyrosh who specialized in Essosi fare with a Westerosi twist.

Even the honeyed aurochs could not distract him from thinking about his former wife's bitterness, or the gloomy nature of the Princess Jaerhara, his future bride…something told him it would not be a happy marriage.

Best to start making acquaintances The Dragon Tamer thought to himself pushing the thoughts of marriage from his mind…he was still a bachelor for the moment, and a very eligible one at that.

One of the dancers came by to refill his cup of wine, silks swirling provocatively.

He lightly pinched her as she walked by, pulling her onto his lap, earning a giggle.

He was about to suggest they take the next course in the comfort of his chambers above when the scent of smoke and burning reached him.

If that old woman has burned the boar i'll have her flogged Jaermion thought angrily to himself, he had spared no expense on the final course, an absolutely massive boar taken in the Kingswood just days prior, and if that clumsy oaf had ruined it…..

His other companions began to notice as well, and stood up, suddenly the bright flickering of flames danced in the corner of Jaermions eyes, and he turned in horror to see his new Myrish carpets had taken fire.

‘’Fire!’’ One of his bodyguards, a huge Norvoshi axeman shouted obviously, while another of them, a bravo from Braavos, drunkenly stumbled to his feet and had the bright idea to pour a cup of his wine on the blaze.

Jaermion pushed the girl from his lap in annoyance.

‘’PUT IT OUT.’’ He screamed.

Suddenly he heard shouting from upstairs and saw the stairs were afire, with one of his merchant friends and a dancing girl he had taken upstairs shouting down, trapped upstairs by the flames, both in various stages of undress.

Sparing them no more thought he made his way to the door with a cough, it was time to go.

The gilded iron door didn't budge.

He pushed again.

‘’GET IT OPEN.’’ He shouted to the Norvoshi, who lowered his shoulder and ran into it, ending up on the floor with a heavy thud as the door didn't open.

The air was filled with heavy black smoke at this point, making it hard to see, and the shouts from upstairs had since grown ominously silent.

The Norvoshi began hitting the Iron Door with heavy strokes of his axe, but he doubled to the floor coughing.

Jaermion looked around in horror, watching his carpets, fine clothing and food…..the life he had always dreamed of consumed by the flames.

The men and women inside screamed, shouted and prayed in half a dozen languages, Jaermion included, but to the outside all that was heard was the screams of death.

Afterwards it would be said the fire had been caused by ostensibly natural causes, a fallen lamp upon the carpets, but there were some who swore afterwards that they saw heavy iron bars affixed to the smoldering ruins of the door.

Despite the possibility of it being a natural fire, this killing has largely been attributed to the Queen of Skulls. Whilst the riders of the dragons Aelesar and Chalfyre, and the dragons themselves were relatively unknown, the dragon Meraxes was very well known through most of the Free Cities and most of the high nobility had been informed that the largest dragon in the world had returned to Westeros, and there was little doubt in the minds of the Essosi that the Queen of Skulls had the man killed in order to steal his dragon, though none dared confront the Queen, especially with her addition of Meraxes. Various court sources give credence to this theory as well, stating that the Queen had never truly meant to offer up her daughter in marriage to the foreign dragonrider.

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82 AC

The year 82 AC would be a year of death

Alysanne Targaryen, daughter of King Vaemond the Strong, widow of Aumary Tyrell, Lady of Highgarden and sister to the Queen of Skulls would be leaving the wedding feast of her son Ellard Tyrell and Marena Waters, bastard of her sister Cymella, walking through the gardens of Highgarden back to her chambers when she would collapse on the path, never to rise again. Her body was examined by Maesters, who ruled out any foul play, stating her heart had simply given out, given the Lady of Highgardens poor health for several years there is little indication that the Queen of Skulls was involved in her younger sisters death, though it was certainly a fortuitous event for the crowns position.

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With the death of Alyssane Targaryen, so too died the threat of her faction and claim to the Iron Throne which had posed a risk to her sisters position for over a decade, leaving only her two siblings Vaekar and Cymella to oppose her sister. Maesters agree that Alysanne Targaryen posed a significant threat to the Iron Throne in the immediate period following the Council of the 3 Dragons, but the death of Torrhen Stark and the loss of the North's support ended any realistic hope of her ascension to the Iron Throne, and at the time of her death, only the Crownlands truly posed any risk of rising up in support of her claim.

With his mothers death, young Ellard Tyrell was left alone to rule the Reach, and his family was to grow even smaller.

It was not long until Marena Waters announced she was pregnant with her first child.

It would also be her last.

It would be a troubled pregnancy from the beginning, with the Maesters being very concerned for both mother and child, with some whispering the difficulties resulted from the taint of bastardry, and the gods were punishing mother and babe. Marena would eventually give birth to a healthy boy, Norman Tyrell in an extremely painful birth.

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The birth would cause significant damage to the body of Marena Waters, and she would pass away three days later, never leaving the birthing bed.

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Young Ellard Tyrell, having lost both his mother and wife within a year, took out his rage on those he held responsible for his fathers killing.

For years his mother had told him that the Florents, who had always felt spurned that they had not been named Lords of the Reach following Aegon's Conquest were the foremost of the Reach Lords that had betrayed his father during his ‘’trial’’ behind only his aunt, the Queen in causing his death.

The young Lord marched to Brightwater Keep with all the chivalry of Highgarden behind him, using some pretext or another and demanded Lord Humfrey Florent abandon his keep with all his family by nightfall, or the golden rose would be raised over the bloodied and torn banners of the fox.

Lord Florent was a cowardly man if the tales could be believed and, knowing he stood no chance against the powerful host raised against him, meekly abandoned his ancestral home and fled to the Riverlands to live among the Brackens in Stone Hedge, who were bound to the Florents by blood and marriage.

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This action would gain the young man much respect as a military mind, and it would not take long for the other Lords of the Reach to fall in line.

The Queen had greater worries than her nephew's growing power in the Reach however as disturbing rumors had reached her of a plot to murder her daughter and heir Lianna.

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The Queen dispatched Vaella at once to get to the bottom of these rumors, and it did not take long for Vaella, in contact with her spies, snoops, and sneaks to discover that the danger that Lianna faced was very real, and Lord Uthreydes Rosby and Lady Gael Velaryon were indeed plotting to have the heir to the Iron Throne killed. Both had been among her sister Alyssanes greatest supporters, and no doubt by having Lianna killed, they hoped to destabilize the realm and the succession to Vaekars benefit, as he was their second choice.

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The Queen of Skulls would not allow that to happen.

It was an easy enough matter to have Lady Gael seized, the old woman was nothing if not trusting, and she made the trip to Kings Landing when the Queen sent a raven promising some honor or position to her family, upon entering the Red Keep she was allowed to make her way unchallenged to a set of suites that had been prepared to her, only to find the next morning her door was locked and barred, and her household guard that had been posted outside were ominous unresponsive.

Lord Rosby was slightly more difficult, his friends would say at best he was erratic and unpredictable, while those less inclined to use polite language would label him as a madman. In the end however he too would be caught whilst hosting a feast for his smallfolk outside the castle, surrounded by Ronnel Baratheon and his dragon cloaks, along with Vahelion Celtigar and Josmyn Bettley of the Kingsguard, with the garrison of Rosby only being able to watch helplessly from the ramparts as their lord was dragged off, thrashing like some wild beast and his retainers were slain.

Soon after their capture, Lord Rosby and Lady Velaryon were led to the dragonpit atop the hill of Rhaenys.


11th Moon, 82 AC
The Dragonpit, Kings Landing


Laena smiled slightly from her cushioned seat on the pavilion overlooking the sandy central pit of the Dragonpit as the traitors were dragged in and thrown to their knees upon the sand, Lady Velaryon, the treasonous bitch, was already sobbing.

Her daughter Lianna stood at the side of her seat, an emotionless expression upon her face as she looked at the traitors below.

‘’Princess…..I beg of you….show mercy, I never plotted your death.’’ Lady Gael said, sobbing.

‘’You do not deny you were in league with Lord Rosby?’’ Her daughter demanded coldly.

‘’I…I do not Princess…but I swear….I…I would never have taken part in your murder…I…’’ The old woman croaked.

‘’You would not have taken part in my murder but you knew it was going to take place……you are complicit Lady Velaryon.’’ Lianna continued, the same coldness in her voice.

‘’Princess please!’’ Lady Velaryon begged but Lianna turned her eyes to the fat Lord Rosby, who was muttering something to himself.

‘’If you have anything to say in your defense Lord Rosby, now is the time.’’ Her daughter said.

The man prostrated himself upon the sand, bowing deeply to her.

‘’Princess….I am a worm….a miserable worm…..not worthy of Dragonfire…..spare me and I shall do whatever you ask…..I shall be your most humble and hardworking servant.’’ The man said.

‘’You are right Lord Rosby.’’ Lianna said and the man looked up hopefully.

‘’You are a worm.’’ Her daughter finished coldly and the man's hope quickly faded from his eyes.

Laena was about to raise her hand and give the order when her daughter gave her a hard stare, causing her to pause.

The Queen thought her daughter was going to defy her, that a trace of her old daughter's weakness remained, but her daughter proved her wrong.

She stepped forward.

‘’Lord Rosby….Lady Velaryon…..in the sight of gods and men….I, Lianna Targaryen….Master of Laws of the Seven Kingdoms and Heir to the Iron Throne do find you guilty of treason and conspiracy to commit murder.’’ Lianna said before pausing for a moment.

‘’Princess please……please don't.’ Lady Velaryon pleaded.

‘’And in the name of Laena Targaryen, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men…..do sentence you both to die.’’ She finished, turning her back on them and returning to the side of Laenas seat, deaf to both of their cries.

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Laena waved her hand, signaling the dragon keepers to raise one of the huge gates in the dragonpit, while other dragon keepers began commanding the beast to follow them in Valyrian.

Vhagar appeared, and clearly in a bad mood from being woken, slowly trudging through the gate into the huge sandy pit in loud crashing footsteps that set the sand to shaking even on the opposite side of the pit.

Lady Velaryon was shrieking in terror by now as the massive seventy foot dragon slowly approached them….it was music to the Queens ears…the screams of traitors were sweeter than any song.

Laena let the fear build for a moment as the dragon towered above them, she wanted them to be afraid before the end, Vhagar began making a guttural noise in its throat, and bright orange flame could be seen building in its throat as it slowly opened its maw right in front of the unfortunate traitors.

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‘’Dracarys.’’ She commanded simply.

The massive dragon unleashed a torrent of flame at both of them, Lady Velaryons shriek continuing for a moment before growing silent.

Laena watched the two bodies smolder and dance in the flame.

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A shame it couldn't have been Alyssane Laena thought to herself, trying to imagine how her cow of a sister would have looked in the flames.

In truth her sister had saved her a great deal of trouble by simply dropping dead. Vaekar had not left Dragonstone in years and had all but sealed off the island, making any subtle attempts on his life improbable and after years of attempts, Laena had decided to move on for the moment, and Alyssane had been next.

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Vaella had hired a band of crossbowmen, more competent than the ones in Blackbridge she was assured, and they were to ambush her sister as she left the sept in Highgarden on the Feast Day of the Mother, though of course, recent events had made this plan unecessary.

Her eyes returned to the charred and smoldering corpses, Vhagar had torn what remained of Lord Rosby in half and had begun to feast when she felt a presence behind her.

‘’M..Mother.’’ Her daughter Vaella said.

‘’What.’’ Laena said, more harshly than she had meant, the thought of Alyssane smoldering in dragonfire had been a pleasant one and she had not wanted to be disturbed or broken from it.

Her daughter had a small smile on her face and handed her a small piece of parchment from a raven.

Laena took the parchment in her hand and read it.

Her brother was dead.

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The Queen of Skulls began to laugh as the smell of cooked meat and dragonfire filled the air.


On Prince Vaekar Targaryen, History of the Targaryen Dynasty

Prince Vaekar Targaryen was found dead in the chamber of the painted table, slumped over the carved map of the realm he had lusted after for so long, so close to his dream and yet so distant. He was 48 years old. Many have theorized that he may have been murdered by his older sister the Queen of Skulls, and while this is certainly a possibility, there is little in the way of court records to prove this and it must be said the Prince had been in decline for many years.

Servant accounts and court records from Dragonstone show that following the birth of his stillborn daughter, the Prince was well and truly broken. Secluding himself in the chamber of the painted table he spurned all visitors, taking his meals inside and even having his bed brought into the room, not even venturing out for feast days or to visit the village sept, and servants report he scarcely ate for fear of poison from his sister, especially heightened after the sudden death of his sister Alyssane, with some theorizing the man could have quite literally starved to death. In truth, outside of these records, the final years of Prince Vaekar are a mystery.

The Prince of the Stepstones has long been a polarizing figure in Westerosi history, and many have pondered why he never made a true play for the throne, especially given his vast potential and impressive accomplishments as a young man.

There are many theories to this. Some point out that the rumors which surrounded the Prince were too great an obstacle to overcome, while others show it was clear the Prince had lost the boldness he possessed as a young man. Others still say that he gave up any true hope of gaining the throne when he supported his sister Alyssanes claim above his own, while others claim he befell some curse in Mantarys (these rumors are not to be given any credence).

In truth, the most likely reason Prince Vaekar never gained any significant support wasd the fact that he never sired a male heir, and it is a known fact that the Lords of the Realm will never rise for an heirless claimant, which future events in the history of the seven kingdoms give credence to.

While the final years and the end of Prince Vaekar are mysterious, one thing is clear. The life of a man whose journey had taken him to the Stepstones, to Mantarys and far off Valyria ended in a small dark chamber on Dragonstone, alone in the Narrow Sea.





To All: Damn, what a depressing couple of chapters (though this one was probably one of my favorites to write). Hope the story isnt too dark, I can promise it will get a little more light, but its going to get a little worse before it gets better. The next part of this chapter will include POV's from Daeoril, Lianna, Aemorys, and Aerea.
 
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When the Queen of Skulls passes, may the Devil have fifteen minutes to vacate the premises before she kicks him out. Laena adds her brother and sister to her list of kills. (The game lies when it wants; and I err on the side of safety in regard to the Queen.) Thank you

With little brother and cousin BFFs, Crown Prince Jaerion may find a dagger nestled between his fourth and fifth cervical spine.
 
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Thoughts.

Meraxes is back in Targaryen custody. Through cunning, Laena has managed to do what Vaekar dreamed of for years. Jaeremion Rebagyr believed that being the rider of the largest living dragon would protect him from anything that Laena could do against him and he would be in position to dictate to the Targaryens but he was wrong. He was not the predator but the prey. We did not get to see Alysanne and Vaekar react to the news of Meraxes' arrival in King's Landing but they probably fell further into hopelessness. No more idle fantasies of claiming Meraxes for their cause and using the largest living dragon to storm King's Landing.

Prince Jaerion is turning out to be a stereotypical Targaryen prince. He is strong and attractive to the opposite sex while being very proud and being insufferable to people he looks down on. Will he become a better person in the future? We will see.

Prince Aenys suffers from the "Strong" problem since he is of obviously illegitimate birth to anybody with eyes, he is a big target for bullying relatives, and he retains his princely status only due to his royal grandparents' willful blindness. However, he would be far down the line anyway. Will Aenys pull off a reverse Aemond by say claiming Meraxes and casting doubt on the paternity of his cousins? Probably not since he is content, humble, and friends with Aemorys.

Based on the portraits, it seems Laena has grown to love her husband Jaekar in her old age. Jaekar has largely been a nonentity in the story but that makes him a good royal consort in Laena's eyes. He is not the one to upstage his wife and is a good father.

Alysanne and Vaekar are dead and from apparently natural deaths! Of course, such is Laena's reputation that many will see her handiwork where it is not present. People could say that Laena bribed the maesters to say her siblings died of natural causes. Vaekar spent his whole life trying to look for a way to win the game of thrones but the only winning move for him was to successfully claim Meraxes or not to play at all. Laena had too strong a starting position and was too clever for Vaekar to deal with. At least, Alysanne and Vaekar had enough sense to not start a hopeless rebellion and this spared them from being fed to Vhagar in all likelihood.

Who gets Dragonstone now? Vaekar had no children to inherit it and who would have been the heir in the event that Vaekar died heirless seemed to change from screenshot to screenshot.

What happened to the dragons of Alysanne and Vaekar now that their riders have died?

Cymella is the last remaining sibling. She has lost her daughter and all other siblings other than Laena within one year. Cymella must be positively terrified. She is the only remaining sibling on Laena's target list, she has probably heard the rumors about the deaths of her other siblings, and she knows what her older sister is capable of. To deal with the stress of the situation, it is probably tempting to pick on and bully her daugher-in-law Daeoril or encourage her son Borros II to do so. If Cymella does that, Daeoril might go to her mother to seek Cymella's and/or Borros' death for the very same reason that Cymella went to Laena to seek Raymont's death all those years ago. If Cymella wants to avoid an unnatural end, it might be best to either live a life of paranoid isolation like her twin brother or go groveling before Laena and beg for forgiveness from an unforgiving woman while making sure to treat Daeoril as well as possible. Neither option is great.
 
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I feel so very sorry for Lianna. She was a ray of hope for the realm, but her monster of a mother managed to snuff out even that. And Vaekar's end is a very sad one too, from such a bright young man to an irrelevant sidenote of history.
I hope the boys would find it in themselves to not become their grandmother and will grow out of their childish rivalry, or the history might somewhat repeat itself.
 
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When the Queen of Skulls passes, may the Devil have fifteen minutes to vacate the premises before she kicks him out.
Love that!

With little brother and cousin BFFs, Crown Prince Jaerion may find a dagger nestled between his fourth and fifth cervical spine.
Aemorys and Aenys's opinions torwards Jaerion in the future will be shown in the next part of this chapter.

We did not get to see Alysanne and Vaekar react to the news of Meraxes' arrival in King's Landing but they probably fell further into hopelessness.
Truly the nail in the coffin, they never truly stood a chance, especially when Laena started ''collecting'' all the runaway eastern dragons, I did think they might make an attempt back when they had Lord Stark but they never truly replaced his manpower in the faction after his death.

Probably not since he is content, humble, and friends with Aemorys.
This friendship will be seen a little more in the next part of this chapter, as well as how those traits come into play.

Based on the portraits, it seems Laena has grown to love her husband Jaekar in her old age. Jaekar has largely been a nonentity in the story but that makes him a good royal consort in Laena's eyes. He is not the one to upstage his wife and is a good father.
The reasons for this bonding will be explained in the next part of the chapter, tough times can bring people together.

Alysanne and Vaekar are dead and from apparently natural deaths! Of course, such is Laena's reputation that many will see her handiwork where it is not present. People could say that Laena bribed the maesters to say her siblings died of natural causes. Vaekar spent his whole life trying to look for a way to win the game of thrones but the only winning move for him was to successfully claim Meraxes or not to play at all. Laena had too strong a starting position and was too clever for Vaekar to deal with
Very true....one think id like to mention is that Laena actually lost the family trait (the only thing preventing me from attempting to murder her siblings) much later in the game than in the story (only a few years before Vaekar and Alyssanes death iirc) so I really didnt have that much oppurtunity to have them killed. The writer in me was kinda hoping Vaekar and Alyssane would make a play, but the dragon differencial would have made it extremely difficult for them, though you never know who might have suppourted them.

Who gets Dragonstone now? Vaekar had no children to inherit it and who would have been the heir in the event that Vaekar died heirless seemed to change from screenshot to screenshot.
In the game I think Jaekar inherited it, but I found that really weird and thought it more realistic Dragonstone would just default to the crown, its succession will be adressed early in the next part of the chapter.

What happened to the dragons of Alysanne and Vaekar now that their riders have died?
Andalax (Vaekars dragon) will be mentioned and appear in a chapter soon, Severax got claimed by a random woman in the reach who must have some Valyrian ancestry judging by her purple eyes but I dont think I will include that (or it will be relevant) in the story, I have dragon taming set to hard but sometimes things like that happen.

Cymella is the last remaining sibling. She has lost her daughter and all other siblings other than Laena within one year. Cymella must be positively terrified. She is the only remaining sibling on Laena's target list, she has probably heard the rumors about the deaths of her other siblings, and she knows what her older sister is capable of. To deal with the stress of the situation, it is probably tempting to pick on and bully her daugher-in-law Daeoril or encourage her son Borros II to do so. If Cymella does that, Daeoril might go to her mother to seek Cymella's and/or Borros' death for the very same reason that Cymella went to Laena to seek Raymont's death all those years ago. If Cymella wants to avoid an unnatural end, it might be best to either live a life of paranoid isolation like her twin brother or go groveling before Laena and beg for forgiveness from an unforgiving woman while making sure to treat Daeoril as well as possible. Neither option is great.
The relationship between Boros, Cymella, and Daeoril will be seen in the next part of this chapter as Daeoril will be a POV char.


I feel so very sorry for Lianna. She was a ray of hope for the realm, but her monster of a mother managed to snuff out even that.
Lianna has changed yes, but there is still a spark of resistance in her, being forced to watch your child dragged away will break just about anyone though.

And Vaekar's end is a very sad one too, from such a bright young man to an irrelevant sidenote of history.
Yeah his story was a little anti-climactic but I enjoyed writing it.....truly a wasted life, he had a lot of potential.


To All: Next chapter is coming along well, though as I write this chapter which is going to cover around 20 years, it has become clear to me I am going to have to split it into 3 parts instead of two, next chapter will have POV's by Daeoril (a chapter I really enjoyed writing) and Aemorys. Appreciate the comments as always!
 
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there was little doubt in the minds of the Essosi that the Queen of Skulls had the man killed in order to steal his dragon
It has become her signature ploy. He clearly hadn’t done his due diligence before accepting the deal! :D
Hope the story isnt too dark
Well, this is AGOT so darkness is kinda expected. ;) It was a real Michael Corleone style ending for the last two of the siblings who posed any kind of threat (at one time, anyway) to Laena’s rule. Lianna will hopefully follow in her mother’s footsteps and build her own grisly pile of skulls! Gotta make your bones in this universe!

Meanwhile, generation next has founded some good old fashioned rivalries and simmering hatreds. The cycle will begin again.
 
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Meanwhile, generation next has founded some good old fashioned rivalries and simmering hatreds. The cycle will begin again.
A little more of the next generation and these potential rivalries will be seen in the next part of this chapter.

-To All, next part of this chapter (part 2/3) will be out tommorow.
 
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Chapter 48: The Flames of Death (83-88 AC) (Daeoril, Aemorys) (Part 2)
83 AC

The death of Prince Vaekar proved fortuitous for the Queen's position beyond the simple fact that one of the claimants to her throne was dead. The island of Dragonstone, ancestral seat of the Targaryens passed to the throne, and the Royal Fleet of Dragonstone along with it as Prince Vaekar had died childless.

To no one's surprise, the Queen granted Dragonstone to Princess Lianna, heir apparent to the Iron Throne. She did not stop there however, granting her eldest daughter not only Dragonstone but overlordship over the houses Massey, Celtigar, Velaryon and Bar Emmon, and Sunglass, making her a Lady Paramount in her own right, and ensuring the Lords and Ladies of the Narrow Sea would be closely aligned with the crown under her daughters leadership.

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83 AC also saw the first true war of Queen Laenas reign which directly involved the crown, and one of the first direct military campaigns directed against one of the Free Cities across the narrow sea by Westerosi since the Storm King Argilac Durrandon had led a host to the disputed lands against a Volantene army nearly a hundred years prior.

Emissaries from the slaver city of Astapor and the mo Grazdan family made the long journey from Slaver's Bay to the court of Kings Landing to offer a proposal to the Queen.

For quite a long time relations had been souring between Astapor and the Pentoshi, who,while lacking the trade power a true port city, nevertheless held much power in the trade of grains and foodstuffs, owing to the prosperity of their hinterlands in Andalos and other farmland, with their inland caravans being a common sight as far east as Slaver's Bay, and the cheapness and quantity of their goods slowly created a dominance in the area. The Astapori, who while still possessing some farmlands, could not compete with the prosperity of the Pentoshi Hinterlands and wanted to regain the grain trade in Slaver's Bay.

The Astapori were willing to spare no expense in reclaiming this economic role, and Queen Laena was offered an extremely large tribute of gold and silver to begin a trade war with Pentos, destroying their trade posts within the Seven Kingdoms and sending force to their hinterlands to capture their fortresses, burn their farms and weaken their power, forcing the Pentoshi to rebuild and focus on endeavors closer to home, leaving Astapor free to reclaim control of the grain trade.

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With the Queens connections to Pentos insignificant due to Nakados Tendryis’s death, and her position quite secure with the deaths of Alyssane and Vaekar, Queen Laena agreed to the proposal, and ordered her generals to plan an incursion into Pentos, with little difficulty being expected since the Pentoshi were already engaged in a war with Myr.

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The force assembled by the crown was to be led by Lucerys Qoherys, Lord of Harrenhall, accompanied by his squire, the young prince Aemorys. Eager for adventure, the Princess Vaella would also take part in the campaign on the back of her dragon Narrah, while Laenas husband Jaekar would lead a small fleet of galleys, with the goal of luring the larger Pentoshi fleet into open battle where his dragon Oathwing would win them the day.

The prospect of a campaign across the narrow sea proved to be very popular throughout the realm, while there had been many small conflicts which are endemic to the seven kingdoms, there was a large generation of young knights who had never seen action and were eager for action and glory. Some have theorized that the Queen began the campaign not just for monetary reasons but to keep the lords of the realm distracted and sate the warmongers among the nobility.

The first action of the war began when Lord Qoherys entered Duskendale and set fire to the Pentoshi trading post there, more of a ceremonial event than anything else as the Pentoshi had already fled….the true fighting was to come later.

The crown raised two forces, one force from Dragonstone sailed to the peninsula of the Great Arm, led by the Princess Vaella, and accompanied by a large force from the Vale, while Lord Qoherys led a force from the Stepstones and accompanied by near 10,000 Reachmen to Mylonos, the capital of the Pentoshi.

The Pentoshi forces were busy fighting to the south in the Myrish flatlands and were powerless to stop the Westerosi landings and could do little as Lord Qoherys ordered Mylenos stormed and the settlements on the Great Arm were sieged into submission.

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The Pentoshi raised a force of some 15 war galleys in an attempt to oppose Jaekar Targaryens small fleet raised in the Stepstones, but while taking on sellsails and provisions in Tyrosh, the crews of these galleys mutinied when they heard they would have to face the dragon Oathwing and would never disembark,, the Pentoshi , saddled with the debt of fighting two wars would raise no other galleys, giving the Westerosi free access to the narrow sea.

The campaign would not be completely without trouble however. Princess Vaella had grown impatient with the slow sieging of the settlements on the Great Arm, and abandoning the force from the Vale, she set out east with some 1400 men to take the small town of Amenos.

Mounting her dragon Narrah, she took to the skies and began to set fire to the walls, town, and garrison of the small town with dragonflame. Whilst in the process of this however, a bolt fired from a scorpion on the walls pierced Narrahs left wing, severely inhibiting its ability to fly. The Princess, struggling to regain control of her wounded dragon, would come under heavy fire of javelins and crossbows as the dragon hovered above the walls. Luckily for her, she somehow managed to fly out of the danger and back to the siege camp and land Narrah. The wounds to Narrahs wings however would knock the dragon out of the rest of the war, and it would be quite some time till the beast recovered.

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Amenos would surrender the following day, and shortly after Lord Qoherys would storm Nontelos. The Pentoshi however would finally manage to disentangle themselves from the fighting in the Myrish flatlands and would march north to oppose the invader with some 8000 men.

The Pentoshi would quickly retake their capital of Mylenos, and just days later would surprise an unsuspecting host of some 1100 Dornish levies who had landed in the city, killing many of them and enslaving many others.

Lord Qoherys would hear of this and would march with some 12,000 men, primarily made up of Reachmen and Valemen to meet the Pentoshi in a decisive battle, the Prince Aemorys, who was Lord Qoherys’s squire was deemed too young to join the Lord of Harrenhall at the front and would observe the battle from the rear.

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The Battle of Mylonos was a bloody affair, with Lord Qoherys primarily utilizing his heavily armored knights and light cavalry to assault the Pentoshi positions, eventually routing their own mercenary cavalry and breaking their infantry lines. By the day's end, some 5000 men were dead and wounded, including 2000 Westerosi. Many men gained significant renown as a result of the victory, including Lord Qoherys, Marshal of the Realm, Lords Ambrose and Peake, and perhaps most significantly of all a young knight named Ser Yohn Redfort.

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By the battle's end, the Pentoshi had enough and surrendered, paying a large tribute of gold and silver for the Westerosi to leave and leave they did…with much Astapori and Pentoshi gold.


84 AC

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Princess Vaella also returned to the capitol, but with something much different than the spoils of war….a babe in her belly, and given the fact her husband Renly Arryn, commander of the Gold Cloaks had not accompanied her on the campaign, the child was clearly not the fruit of the Princesses lawful marriage.

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The Princess had chosen to remain in Amenos following the wounding of her dragon to help oversee the campaign, and during this time it is said she met an old septon named Alton in the siege camps,a man who had been born on Dragonstone , in Amenos it is said the man helped her search through the cities modest libraries and that of other captured settlements for any books pertaining to dragons in an attempt to find something that could help the wounded Narrah.

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Eventually this relationship developed beyond just one of literary exploration to something more. Given the fact that the old septon was nearly 20 years the Princesses age, rumors of this relationship were of course quite scandalous. There are several theories that have been posed about the relationship, some claim that those carrying the blood of the dragon are drawn to each other, which would explain the Targaryens incestious practicies…Alton has been described as having bright purple eyes, which, along with the fact he was born on Dragonstone, makes it possible the man was a dragonseed, or a descendent of one of the Targaryen lords that had ruled over Dragonstone before the conqueror set out to conquer the kingdoms. It is of course possible the Princess was simply lonely, it is said she and Renly Arryn had not shared a bed in years, and that the commander of the Gold Cloaks was not one that necessarily enjoyed the company of women.

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One thing is clear however, several months after her return from the Pentoshi campaign, the Princess would give birth to a son, Viserys.

It is said the Queen of Skulls was most wroth with her daughter, and was prepared to force the babe to be given up or sent away when Commander Renly Arryn agreed to raise the babe as his own, sparing the royal family much embarrassment, though it would be quite somewhat common knowledge the boy would not be the trueborn son of the Gold Cloak Commander.

Three later another son of dubious parentage would be born, named Matagar, though once again the child would be raised by Renly Arryn within the city of Kings Landing.

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84 AC would also see a dragon egg go missing from the Dragonpit, an egg rumored to have been stolen from the murdered Trianira in Mantarys. Its absence would not be discovered until it was far too late however……


3rd Moon, 84 AC
Castle of Storms End


Daeoril looked into the crib where little Ronnel, her son was peacefully sleeping, his hands still gripping a wooden stag toy.

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She lightly moved a wisp of his silver hair out of his eyes and took the toy from his hands, kissing his forehead gently.

She then made her way to the mirror, fixing a golden necklace of dark red rubies over her black dress, if there was to be a confrontation today then she needed to look every bit a princess.

The previous night at supper her husband Boros had mentioned that he would need her support in something the next day, which was hardly unusual, Boros relied heavily on her to run the court and household of Storms End, as he much preferred to hunt and carouse with his retainers than the tediums of ruling.

What was unusual however was how tight lipped he had been as to what it was he needed help with, almost as it had been in the first days of their marriage when he would scarcely speak to her.

Those early days had been difficult….Cymella, Boros’s mother and her aunt had clearly filled his mind with poison and predisposed him to dislike her and her mother Laena. Through hard work however, Daeoril had eventually won over her husband, taking over much of the daily responsibilities of running Storms End much to his relief as well as always making sure the larders of Storms End were stocked with fine food for his feasts and revels…..eventually their relationship grew to one of genuine friendship, if not quite love. As for her aunt Cymella, she had never attained a strong grip on the court of Storms End and they too had eventually became hers…her aunt could do little but watch helplessly with daggers in her eyes as she lost hold of both her son and the court to the younger woman.

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The unwillingness of the normally open and forthcoming Boros to share anything about this mysterious task immediately made Daeoril suspicious, whatever it was, she was sure it was her aunt Cymella’s doing.

She immediately had her informants within the court snoop for information, but all they could bring her was that it may have something to do with a strange Essosi mystic that had come to court.

The man's arrival to Storm's End had not escaped Daeorils notice of course, but he had not come from across the narrow sea at her behest and she had not been able to speak with the man. Instead he had come to enter her aunt Cymellas service with a large bag of faded books and scrolls.

She heard a knock at the door, no doubt the servants summoning whatever awaited her.

Taking a last moment to brush her curls, she left the room and allowed the servants to escort her to her husband.

It was not just Boros that awaited her in the throne room of Storms End, but also her aunt Cymella and the Essosi mystic, a tall thin man with long silver hair, almost golden.

I knew it Daeoril thought to herself as she cooly studied her aunt,always a big woman, Cymella had put on weight in recent years and had dark lines under her eyes, following the death of her siblings and of her only daughter, her aunt had turned to drink , and that had not improved her temperament.

Her eyes soon shifted to something of greater interest than her aunt however, as in the center of the throne room there was a dragon's egg, red as crimson placed upon a brazier, underneath it were several strange glyphs written in charcoal upon the floor of the throne room, Valyrian to her estimation.

The room was completely empty by then, with just the four of them present, a silence fell over the hall, Daeoril was content to let them speak first, she found often times Boros gave up more information unprompted than when asked.

‘’Apologies for the secrecy Dae….my mother thought it best.’’ Her husband said, his golden jerkin straining against his ample gut, a sincere look in his pale grey eyes.

Daeoril nodded, looking around and taking in the scene once more ‘’What is this Boros.’’

‘’A dragon egg has been procured….your help is needed.’’ Her aunt said, in her usual nasaly yet steely voice, her aunt's nose had been broken by her previous husband Raymont and had never fully recovered.

‘’From where?’’ Daeoril asked simply.

‘’Vaedar layed a clutch of eggs.’’ Her aunt said, referring to her white dragon and giving Daeoril a look that all but said she would say no more.

Liar Daeoril thought to herself, given the fact her mother had asked her to keep an eye on her aunt and ensure the loyalty of Storms End, she had of course spies that kept her updated on the size and other important matters relating to her aunts dragon to keep her mother informed, she would have known if a clutch of eggs had been lain.

Nevertheless, Daeoril thought it best to keep her thoughts to herself and not outright accuse her aunt. Boros could be genial, and even pleasant when the two of them were alone, but he became much more unpredictable when in the presence of his mother, and she did not know what he would do when forced to take a side between the two of them.

Daeoril nodded slowly ‘’I am glad of course…but I must say I am confused as to why I am needed, eggs will hatch when they hatch.’’

‘’This egg has not hatched for quite some time….I thought it best to procure some help, this man insists that you be present…he is an expert on the dragonlore of the Freehold.’’ Her aunt said.

‘’I did princess……you are needed for the ritual in which we will call the dragon forth from its egg.’’ The mystic said.

‘’More specifically your blood.’’ Cymella said, a faint smile on her face.

‘’Just a small amount…there is power in the blood of the dragon Taevon says.’’ Boros added quickly.

‘’The blood of the dragon runs through my aunt's veins as well.’’ Daeoril said, she didn't much care to be caught up in this, another dragon in her aunt's influence, hatchling or no was not something her mother would want.

‘’Old blood is weak, Taevon says.’’ Boros said bluntly, causing a rather angry look to quickly pass through his mothers face.

‘’Boros…if we could talk for just a moment.’’ She said softly, taking his hand, he nodded and was about to withdraw when Taevon cleared his throat.

‘’Princess….dusk is coming…and it is the night of Meraxes..a god of old Valyria…we will have no better chance than now…time is of the essence.’’ The mystic said.

‘’Such a thing….should be thought through…….we shouldn't rush, we don't even know if this man's ‘’knowledge’’ can be trusted…we should wait Boros.’’ Daeoril said, she wanted to get a raven off to Kings Landing immediately and await instructions from her mother on how to proceed, and for that she needed to delay.

‘’She speaks and her mothers words come pouring out….it is as I said from the beginning Boros…she does not serve House Baratheons best interests.’’ Cymella scoffed.

‘’I merely am concerned abou…..’’ Daoeril began when her aunt cut her off.

‘’Tell me girl…do you truly think your mother cares for your boy…..he will never be seen as royal blood…he is a Baratheon, not a Targaryen, silver hair won't change that…..the boy needs a dragon to secure his position and future.’’ Her aunt said sharply.

Daeoril did not respond to that.

‘’I see you are unwilling…fine….we cannot force you….but we can arrange to have your son brought in….granted his blood is not as strong as yours…but it will serve.’’ Her aunt said.

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Daeoril looked to Boros in shock, barely keeping her emotions in check ‘’You support this!’’

Boros looked uncomfortable, lowering his head slightly ‘’Its for his own good Dae…a boy needs a dragon, else he will never be viewed with respect…..it is his birthright…just as much as the princelings and princesses in Kings Landing.’’

You speak and your mothers words come pouring out Daeoril thought, the words on the tip of her tongue, but she remained calm, Boros had never struck her but the temper of the Baratheons was well known and she would not shame him in front of his mother.

‘’You would let her mutilate our son.’’ Daoeril said finally, breaking the silence.

‘’It's only a little blood…just do it yourself Dae.’’ He said, in a tone it was clear he was tired of being questioned.

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Daoeril hesitated…trying desperately to think of a way out of this…..nothing came to her mind.

She nodded.

‘’We have wasted enough time as it is.’’ Taevon said, gesturing her over towards the brazier, where a knife lay on the side, lines shimmering in the light of the flame.

Valyrian Steel She thought to herself.

The mystic opened up one of his scrolls, one of faded parchment.

‘’SERVANT HEN FREEHOLD, ĪLON SUMMON AO. SE ĀNOGAR HEN ZALDRĪZES CALLS NAEJOT AO. AWAKE!’’ He shouted in a voice that boomed out through the empty hall, and just for a moment Daeoril thought she saw the charcoal glyphs underneath the brazier flicker dull orange as if an ember of a dying fire.

I am in the presence of sorcery The princess thought to herself.

She noticed they were all looking at her, and the mystic nodded towards the knife.

Daoeril took it and hesitantly brought it down the opened palm of her hand, its bite was cold and dark crimson blood dripped down her hand.

Slowly she brought her hand down towards the dragon's egg, placing her bloodied hand on its scaled shell.

Darkness enveloped her….a cold empty chasm of nothingness…until there was something…visions in the dark flame.

She saw a young woman in a black dress with a head of silver curls leaning over to kiss a young boy in a crib.

She saw a tall man with long brown hair, armored in shining white armor place a hand upon the shoulder of a young man, a look of sadness etched upon his face, the signs of battle around them.

In a forest a great tusked beast with eyes black as coal lapped up blood from the dirt.

A pool of dark red blood congealing on the marble floor beneath the Iron Throne.

A man in gray robes with a crystal around his neck preaching death around a fire, the clash of steel echoing around him.

A young girl looking up into the maw of the dragon, heat on her face and a scream on her lips as the flame melted her face.

Two great forces of ships coming together in a splintering crash in a rocky sea, the cries of burning and drowned men and the clash of steel as ships burned in the blue waters.

A young man and woman flying through the night sky on the back of a single dragon, the fires of a large towering beacon lighting their way

A proud lord with a gauntlet of gold sitting upon a throne, reeking of death

A golden spear flickering through the black flames, and a red dragon flying over a blue sea.

An old woman, sword in hand facing down a knight clad in white plate, a sneer upon her face.


Faster and faster the visions came, visions of what came before all around her.


Four individuals hunched over a painted table in the shape of Westeros…three of silver hair and one of black.

The bells of a foreign city ringing as a silver haired woman held a babe close to her.

A man sinking beneath the waves, a beautiful sunset above him and a dragon sinking to the depths.


Things that would never happen.

In a small castle so high it touched the clouds, surrounded by mountains, a silver haired woman held a blonde haired babe to her breast, while another sat in her lap, a smile on her face.

A man with long silver hair and a face weathered from the sea and far travel ascended the steps to a Conqueror's Throne, his hand upon the ruby pommel of a fine sword.

It was too much, faster and faster they came until Daeoril could scarcely keep track, with the last of her strength she managed to pull her hand away from the egg, the sounds of faint shouting bringing her back.

As she pulled her hand back she felt a searing pain.

She looked down.

Her hand was aflame with an inferno so hot and bright it seemed to be dragonflame.

She screamed.

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84 AC

It is often said that dark wings harbor dark words, and they certainly proved true on that day of the 3rd Moon of 84 AC when a raven from Storms End reached Kings Landing informing the Queen of the death of her youngest daughter.

We may never know what truly happened in Storms End, most claim it was simply a fire, noones fault that set the princesses bedchamber aflame, with her inside of it, others claim the girl was murdered by her aunt and burned afterwards to hide evidence of the stab wounds she was slain by, while others (though fewer in number) claim some failed ritual took place in the great hall of Storms End, pointing out that a peculiar Essosi mystic had been sighted in Storms End in the days before the princesses death, and there are those who swear they saw the man being dragged to the dungeons upon Boros’s orders to be put to death. These same rumors give mention of a dragon egg that went missing from the dragonpit around the same time period, which would never be recovered.

Those familiar with the Queen's temperament have voiced surprise that the Queen of Skulls did not immediately mount Vhagar and bathe Storms End in flame, especially since there were whispers that the death of her youngest daughter had not been a mere accidental fire.

It appears, that perhaps for the only time in the Queen's life, she did not direct her wrath or blame onto others…but rather onto herself, holding herself responsible for sending her youngest daughter to Storm's End.

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Rather surprisingly, it seems that the Queen did not drown her sorrows with murder and death so much as she turned to her husband Jaekar, returning to his bed for the first time in many years, taking comfort in the man's company.

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As for Boros Baratheon, it is said the man was most distraught following the death of his wife, and swore that he would never marry again, making it unlikely that if the Princess was indeed murdered, that her husband was aware of any such plot, though it is the opinion of most sources that the Princess was the victim of a simple fire and not some strange Valyrian ritual which is likely the result of over imaginative minds.

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This pledge would not last long however, among those who attended the funeral of the Princess Daeoril, a number which included all of her sisters (the Queen refused to attend), was the widowed Princess Larrissa, mother of Rhodry Martell, Prince of Dorne.

The two widowers made a rather surprising connection at the funeral, continuing visits and correspondence after the funeral, and within a year were married when decency permitted it. The marriage made sense for both sides, as the Princess Larrisa was rather desperate for an ally and it secured peace on the border between Dorne and the Marches, which had traditionally been the source of much conflict.

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It is said that the Princess Lianna of Dragonstone, who had also been present at the funeral played no small role in arranging the match between the two of them, with some claiming this was the first step in a rather sinister plot by the Princess of Dragonstone, which, real or imagined, has often been associated with Lianna.

This match would not be met with approval by all, while the Queen of Skulls would take no action against Storms End due to the rumors that surrounded her daughters death, she still held them responsible in some form and saw Larrissas marriage as a betrayal, and the two would not speak for many years.


The marriage would be an amiable one, though made primarily for necessity and advantage rather than love, and it must be said that the Princess Larrisa did not gain control of the court or challenge her aunt Cymella's authority to the extent her sister had.

Within a year of their marriage Larrissa would give birth to another boy, Raymont Baratheon.

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85-87 AC

The beginning of 85 AC saw rather surprising news come out of Dragonstone as the Princess Lianna, now 40 years old, was expecting another child.

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Despite this pregnancy, the Princess would not take time to rest as in addition to her duties as the realms master of laws, her son Jaerion had come of age, and would soon need to be arranged with a royal wedding, and Lianna quickly began considering potential matches

The Prince Jaerion had grown into a well liked young man, if admittedly one with a rather high opinion of himself that bordered (some say well crossing) on arrogance. Though inclined to plumpness, the Prince cut an attractive figure, tall and strong with a smile that quickly endeared himself to most with a humor that went along with it, and eyes that were described as sparkling violet.

Though not particularly skilled at arms, the Prince was rather daring and never shied away from an opportunity to compete in the lists, and he frequently traveled the realm with a large band of young nobles and ladies, traveling from feast to feast, from tournament to tournament or from hunt to hunt, hunting and hawking in the Kingswood one month before riding to Highgarden the next, and was seldom found on Dragonstone after he reached his majority.

The Prince had been educated in stewardship by his father Ronnal Baratheon, learning the basics of the more numerical administration that came with overseeing the Dragon Cloaks, the castle guard of the Red Keep but it must be said the Prince showed little interest in his studies, processing a rather slothful temperament.

In the years following his coming of age, the Princess Lianna would frequently try and attempt to place her son in some position of authority, making him castellan of Dragonstone for a few months one year and naming him the captain of one of the ships in the Royal Fleet for another short period, but the result was always the same.

The Prince had little interest in ruling, or the responsibilities that came along with it, shunning all work and preferring the comforts of the various balls, masquerades, hunts, tourneys and feasts that were endemic to the Kingdoms to sitting at the castle ledger and seeing to the accounts.

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These adventures were not completely a waste however, as the Prince, hearing a rumor that his great uncle Vaekars dragon Andalax, which had flown from Dragonstone following his death, had been sighted in the Rainwood, the young Prince made his way to the Stormlands with a large band of followers and friends and managed to tame the beast.

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Returning to the matter of the Princes marriage, it goes without saying Jaerion was an extremely attractive candidate, the young Prince was far traveled in his pursuit of adventure and revelry and had made an extremely good impression on many of the young eligible maidens of the realm, and there was of course the small matter that whomever married the young prince would likely become Queen one day, as Jaerion was third in line to the throne, behind only his mother Lianna.

The Prince suggested to his mother that they summon all the most eligible young women to the court in Kings Landing so that he may choose his own bride, a prospect that many have labeled as being a ‘’cattle show’’, but his mother refused, she had specific goals and advantages she wanted to attain with her sons marriage.

In the end, Lianna arranged a match between Belle Tully and her son. Belle was the daughter of Andrey Tully, Lord of Riverrun and Lord Paramount of the Riverlands, as well as Daena Targaryen. Daena Targaryen was sister to Lianna’s father Jaekar and the daughter of Matarys Targaryen, who had been brother to King Vaemond,as well as being the granddaughter of Aegon the Conquerer…the blood of the dragon ran thick through her veins and it was seen as a sensible match.

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The marriage not only brought the Riverlands under the Princess Lianna’s influence, but also the dragon Moondancer, Lady Daenas mount, whom she had so memorably hoodwinked from the dragonpit right from under the Queen of Skulls nose all those years ago. The Princess could now count on the support of the Riverlands in her future endeavors, as well as Dorne and the Stormlands, whos allegiance she had nominally gained by arranging the marriage between her sister Larrisa and Boros Baratheon. Shortly after the wedding, Princess Lianna would give birth to a child, her first daughter, a girl whom would be named Jaenyra.

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The marriage between Jaerion and Belle fast proved to be a fruitful one as well, and within a year, Belle Tully would give birth to a son, whom would be named Aurion, a lad that inherited the thick chestnut auburn hair of the Tullys and the purple eyes of his father.

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Prince Jaerion was not the only Targaryen to achieve majority during this time period and Prince Aemorys Targaryen would soon return to King's Landing following the completion of his education under Lucerys Qoherys, Marshal of the Realm and Lord of Harrenhall.


2nd Moon, 88 AC
Eel Alley, Streets of Kings Landing


Aemorys spurred his horse carefully through the packed streets of Kings Landing, the hot sun beating down on him as he navigated the crowd.

Never one for finery, the Prince did not look much of a noble, wearing a simple leather jerkin and a faded brown cloak, the only thing distinguishing him from any other passerby being his horse, his sword, and his newly won pair of onyx spurs, a little too flashy for his taste but they had been a gift from Lord Qoherys and he did not wish to part with them.

He was a newly made knight after all, and those spurs were a symbol of his knighthood.

He had served as the Lord of Harrenhalls squire for almost ten years, even accompanying the marshal of the realm across the narrow sea during the campaign in Pentos, though Aemorys had been deemed too young to join Lord Qoherys at the front lines, he had been allowed to observe the battle of Mylonos and the storming of numerous Pentoshi settlements.

It had not been until just a month ago that he had been involved in true combat however.

House Vance, Lords of Atranta and vassals of Lord Qoherys and Harrenhall had grown truculent in recent months, and Lord Vance had marshaled his hosts outside the castle in what he no doubt meant to mean a show of force and defiance.

Lord Qoherys was one of the finest generals in the realm however, and did not take rebellion lightly. Mustering his levies, Lord Qoherys encamped in Harrenhall, giving the impression of simply waiting for his levies.

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Lord Qoherys had no intention of making this conflict a drawn out affair however, and with a large force of knights and freeriders, stole a march on the Vance host in the middle of the knight, whilst his infantry followed several hours behind. Prince Aemorys, who had turned 16 just a few months prior was finally deemed ready to participate in combat and rode at Lord Qoherys’s side.

What followed next could hardly be called a battle, their calvary force had taken the unprepared Vance levies completely by surprise, routing them almost without a fight and setting them to flight, killing, capturing and wounding 1700 of the Vance levies, with only 300 escaping the battle, losing under 100 men, swiftly ending the ‘’war’’ and leading to Lord Vance being stripped of both land and title.

Aemorys had been given the banner of House Qoherys to carry into battle, and had followed Lord Qoherys into the fray where he had acquitted himself well, coming face to face with a fleeing Vance freerider.

With one hand holding the banner and the other wielding a sword, Aemorys had managed to slay the man with a single stroke to the neck, though the young Prince had thought he was surely going to die when the older man rode at him, sword drawn.

He had very nearly come to blows with Ser Whalen Vance, Lord Vances nephew, with him and Lord Qoherys chancing upon him during the battle, though Aemorys was not given the opportunity to fight the man, who was swiftly impaled by a lance as Aemorys rode at him, which was probably for the best as Aemorys did not think he would have been able to best the young knight.

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Aemorys had acquitted himself well however and was granted his set of spurs and a knighthood following the battle by Lord Qoherys, ending his squirehood and marking his coming of age.

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He had arrived back in King's Landing with Lord Qoherys soon after, with a rather subdued welcome as both his mother and his brother Jaerion were not in the capitol, though his mother had written him, promising she would come to Kings Landing soon and they would celebrate, he had reunited with his father however, and the two of them had attended a service in the sept of Kings Landing earlier that morning, and his father had broached the topic of him joining the Dragon Cloaks in the Red Keep, Aemorys was not quite sure what the future held, he would soon have to choose between remaining in the capitol or returning to Dragonstone with his mother, and he had no idea what he would decide.

The most warm welcome had been from his cousin Aenys , he had wondered where their friendship would stand, as in recent years Aemorys had mostly remained in Harrenhall, and had few chances to interact with his cousin, but these fears were unfounded as their friendship immediately continued where it had left off.

In fact, Aemorys was riding to meet with his cousin at this very moment, the previous day Aenys had suggested they meet in a tavern in Eel Alley to celebrate his knighthood and Aemorys had accepted, they had had little opportunity to talk in the previous days as Aenys was busy with his work in the Red Keep, which had something to do with assisting their aunt Vaella with her information gathering and spying, though Aenys never elaborated much on what it was he actually did.

He was shaken from his thinking as a passerby in the crowd cursed him out for blocking the road, he had to smile at that as he continued on his way, it was times like this he was thankful for his brown hair, if he had the silver hair of his brother and mother he would never be able to ride down the streets like a normal person which in Aemorys’s eyes was a good thing, he had always been uncomfortable when people bowed or called him prince.

After much searching he finally found the tavern, a rather small and dirty looking hovel pinched between a brothel and a clothing shop, with no name that he could see, though there was a cracked and faded sign depicting what appeared to be a beer mug.

Aemorys found a place to tie his horse and walked inside the tavern, where the smell of cheap beer and sour wine filled his nostrils, not the most pleasant of welcomings.

He couldnt have picked a nicer place Aemorys thought to himself glumly, his stomach was growling and he didn't think he would get any satisfaction here.

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He looked around for his cousin Aenys on the benches, not seeing him until he felt a tap on his shoulder.

He turned and smiled as he saw his older cousin, wearing a simple black cloak with a hood affixed to the back, though his cousin pulled it down so he could be recognized.

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Aenys gestured to a small table, crammed between some barrels and they sat, Aemorys having to duck to avoid running into a string of garlic hanging on the ceiling.

‘’Any particular reason were meeting here…..’’ Aemorys asked his cousin.

Aenys shrugged, running a hand through his black beard ‘’I thought it was the best place for our conversation.’’

‘’Best place to get stabbed perhaps.’’ Aemorys said solemnly, looking behind him at some rather unsavory looking characters who were glaring at the two of them.

‘’I dont think we will have anything to fear….you're an anointed knight after all.’’ Aenys said with a small smile.

‘’So what is it you wanted to talk about that we couldnt in the Red Keep, or….any other place than this?’’ Aemorys asked, thinking longingly of the inn he had stopped at earlier that morning with his father in the Street of Silk, a significantly more lavish establishment than this, something told him they wouldn't have breaded snapper here.

‘’We will get to that….drink.’’ Aenys said, gesturing to the flagon in front of him.

Aemorys obliged, drinking out of it, grimacing at the beer's rather unpleasant aftertaste.

‘’People don't come here for the food….they come here for a private place to talk…..you and I….we blend in, we can make full use of places like this.’’ Aenys began.

‘’And I wanted a private place to speak with you.’’ He finished.

‘’About what?’’ Aemorys asked.

‘’Your claim.’’ His cousin said simply.

A silence fell over their small table at that.

Aemorys reached for the beer, suddenly uncomfortable, he bought himself a few seconds by drinking but decided answering his cousin's question was preferable than drinking any more of this sludge.

‘’I would be a terrible king.’’ Aemorys said finally.

‘’And your brother wouldn't?’’ Aenys demanded.

‘’He's my older brother.’’ Aemorys answered.

‘’Yes…and he's also lazy, self centered and utterly lacking in responsibility…he will bankrupt the realm within a few years you know he will….your brothers not meant to rule the seven kingdoms….the fact that he's older than you doesn't change those facts.’’ His cousin answered sharply, his voice rising into a sharp whisper.

‘’The lords of the realm like him.’’ Aemorys said, desperately looking for an answer that could convince his cousin this was foolishness.

‘’They will like him far less when Essosi spices and goods stop entering the kingdoms due to your brother bankrupting the realm…….you'd be a better king than you think you would be.’’ His cousin answered without any hesitation.

‘’Im not a leader.’’ Aemorys protested.

‘’You could grow into one…you would listen to your advisors….you might be surprised at the respect you have…knighted at 16…battle tested…’’ Aenys continued.

‘’It was hardly a battle.’’ Aemorys interjected.

‘’It's more than your brother can claim…Jaerions never been within a mile of an actual battle, much less swung a sword at someone that was trying to kill him.’’ Aenys said, taking Aemorys’s silence as permission to continue.

‘’You have close relations with Lord Qoherys…..speak to your mother about arranging a marriage with one of his daughters, bind his men to your cause…I can speak to our aunt Vaella as well, she would help us, I know she would….we would have years to plan…all you need to do is say yes….that's it….and i'll do the rest.’’ Aenys said passionately.

‘’I can't.’’ Aemorys said, shaking his head.

‘’He will be a terrible king….you know he will be.’’ Aenys protested.

Aemorys stood up suddenly ‘’He's my brother Aenys…..I can't do it…I won't.’’

‘’Just think about it.’’ Aenys said.

Aemorys did not respond, leaving the tavern and riding back to the Red Keep.

He did think about it…and two days later he made his decision.

When news of the death of Ser Allard Caffren of the Kingsguard, whom had been Princess Liannas sworn shield on Dragonstone reached Kings Landing, Aemorys requested a meeting with his grandmother.

By the time he left her chambers, he did so as a sworn brother of the Kingsguard, with some later sources claiming the young man had taken the white to prevent himself being used against his brother.

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Both of Laena's favourite daughters are dead due to the dragon-related misconduct. Seems almost poetic.
the young man had taken the white to prevent himself being used against his brother
He still can be, with proper persuasion and in just the right moment (*cough*Jaime*cough*)
 
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Something tells me Aemorys will be a kingmaker in the near future if his brother's rule turns out to be as bad as their mutual cousin said it would be.
 
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Thoughts.

Laena must be wondering why many women in her family do not use moon tea and keep having obvious bastard children. Has Princess Vaella lost her status as favorite daughter over having two bastard sons? Vaella is fortunate that her husband is willing to claim paternity so that she can keep her sons unlike Lianna.

The royal princesses flaunt their privileges without shame! They expect everybody in the Red Keep to deny the truth our eyes all plainly see (that several of the Queen's grandchildren are bastards). The Queen knows or did know but has convinced herself otherwise. She'll do naught but make excuses for her daughters or threaten to punish anybody who speaks it. Those spoiled princesses are brazen and relentless in their trampling the customs of Westeros. - probably a lot of people in their private thoughts that they dare not voice publicly.

Another daughter dead and everybody is shocked that Laena did not burn Storm's End to the ground or send assassins in response. Fire is the source of Targaryen power but it also takes the lives of loved ones as Rhaenyra observes in House of the Dragon.

I do not think that Prince Jaerion will be the worst king ever like some think. He is a disappointment who has wasted his potential and most of his stats are barely at basic competence, but he is not lustful, cruel, or wroth and he has better stats than his younger brother. He is not Aegon IV despite looking a bit like artwork of Aegon IV. A king whose reign is a never-ending party is not great, but he could probably get by with a good council and befriending the lords of the realm at his parties.

Here are some visions of the future and my guesses to what they could be.

She saw a tall man with long brown hair, armored in shining white armor place a hand upon the shoulder of a young man, a look of sadness etched upon his face, the signs of battle around them.
This is probably the Kingsguard/Queensguard Prince Aemorys with somebody, possibly Aenys but the other man could be someone else as well.

In a forest a great tusked beast with eyes black as coal lapped up blood from the dirt.
Somebody getting hurt or killed in a hunting accident or "accident."

A pool of dark red blood congealing on the marble floor beneath the Iron Throne.
Somebody getting killed in the throne room.

A man in gray robes with a crystal around his neck preaching death around a fire, the clash of steel echoing around him.
This is probably the Faith rebellion that Streaker mentioned would happen in the future.

A young girl looking up into the maw of the dragon, heat on her face and a scream on her lips as the flame melted her face.
This is probably Aerea, who was said to have a sad fate, attempting to claim a dragon and getting roasted alive by said dragon.

Two great forces of ships coming together in a splintering crash in a rocky sea, the cries of burning and drowned men and the clash of steel as ships burned in the blue waters.
This is probably the conflict between the forces of the Iron Throne and the independent Ironborn in the Stepstones that was hinted to happen in the future

A young man and woman flying through the night sky on the back of a single dragon, the fires of a large towering beacon lighting their way
Probably a married couple. The tower could be the Hightower in Oldtown or another lighthouse.

An old woman, sword in hand facing down a knight clad in white plate, a sneer upon her face.
Queen Laena will possibly be attacked and killed by a rogue kingsguard/queensguard bringing her reign to an unexpected end.



It is said that the Princess Lianna of Dragonstone, who had also been present at the funeral played no small role in arranging the match between the two of them, with some claiming this was the first step in a rather sinister plot by the Princess of Dragonstone, which, real or imagined, has often been associated with Lianna.

The Princess could now count on the support of the Riverlands in her future endeavors, as well as Dorne and the Stormlands, whos allegiance she had nominally gained by arranging the marriage between her sister Larrisa and Boros Baratheon.

Now, here are some interesting statements. It seems that some people believe that the marriages negotiated by Lianna are being done for the benefit of the Crown Princess of Dragonstone specifically and that Lianna is involved in a sinister plot.

I am going to make a wild out there guess. Lianna will plot to or be falsely accused of plotting with the support of the Riverlands, Dorne, and the Stormlands to force her mother Queen Laena to abdicate the throne. Laena will attempt to arrest Lianna, the attempt will fail, and conflict between King's Landing and Dragonstone will erupt. Some will view the event as the Queen trying to subdue a plot by a rebellious daughter while others will believe that Princess Lianna and her allies are defending themselves against what they see as the tyranny of Laena. The actual conflict is short lived due to the actions of a rogue kingsguard. The rogue kingsguard in question could even be Aemorys who is trapped between loyalty between his mother and grandmother. Aemorys confronts his grandmother who sneers at him refusing to believe her grandson would actually hurt her and Aemorys ends up killing Laena. The conflict between King's Landing and Dragonstone ends due to Lianna becoming Queen by default after her mother's death.
 
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Both of Laena's favourite daughters are dead due to the dragon-related misconduct
Daoeril was definatly one of the Queens favorites, but I would still say Vaella has the title of the ''favorite'' though her siring of two bastards did anger her mother.


He still can be, with proper persuasion and in just the right moment
An attempt (by others) to use his birthright will be taken again soon.

Something tells me Aemorys will be a kingmaker in the near future if his brother's rule turns out to be as bad as their mutual cousin said it would be.
We shall see....as for Jaerion, its worth noting that Aenys and Jaerion are rivals, so Aenys is obviously biased into thinking Jaerion would be a terrible potential ruler.


Laena must be wondering why many women in her family do not use moon tea and keep having obvious bastard children. Has Princess Vaella lost her status as favorite daughter over having two bastard sons? Vaella is fortunate that her husband is willing to claim paternity so that she can keep her sons unlike Lianna.
I wouldnt say she has lost the position...Lianna and the Queen have their fair share of disagreements, the Queen is bitter torwards Larrisa for marrying Boros and Jaehara is a drunkard....... shes not the heir so siring a bastard isnt quite as damaging to the royal family as it would have been if Liannas son Jaekar had been allowed to remain at court, it certainly did anger her mother though and a little of this may be seen in a coming chapter.

Those spoiled princesses are brazen and relentless in their trampling the customs of Westeros. - probably a lot of people in their private thoughts that they dare not voice publicly.
Vaella in particularly cares little for ''customs'' and has the idea that people should fall in line with the Royal Family and not voice any displeasure about the dragonseeds or face dragonflame.....an opinion which shall be voiced in the future.

Another daughter dead and everybody is shocked that Laena did not burn Storm's End to the ground or send assassins in response. Fire is the source of Targaryen power but it also takes the lives of loved ones as Rhaenyra observes in House of the Dragon.
One of the quotes I really liked in the books was from Maester Aemon, who said something along the lines that ''Dragons and Dreams of dragons killed my brothers.....every one.''

This dangerous relationship/obsession with dragons and the blood of the dragon shall be seen in the last part of this chapter, I think the title ''Flames of Death'' is very relevant to every one of the 3 parts of this chapter.

I do not think that Prince Jaerion will be the worst king ever like some think. He is a disappointment who has wasted his potential and most of his stats are barely at basic competence, but he is not lustful, cruel, or wroth and he has better stats than his younger brother. He is not Aegon IV despite looking a bit like artwork of Aegon IV. A king whose reign is a never-ending party is not great, but he could probably get by with a good council and befriending the lords of the realm at his parties.
I am inclined to agree, though Aenys is obviously a biased source and thinks his cousin will be a terrible king....it is worth noting that Jaerion will undergo a change in a trait in the next chapter, I am unsure if he will have a POV in the next part of this chapter (unlikely I would say) but he will make his first POV appearance in the chapter after this one. Jaerion does have positives, he is brave, charitable and gregarious, though he has flaws as well......


She saw a tall man with long brown hair, armored in shining white armor place a hand upon the shoulder of a young man, a look of sadness etched upon his face, the signs of battle around them.
This is probably the Kingsguard/Queensguard Prince Aemorys with somebody, possibly Aenys but the other man could be someone else as well.

In a forest a great tusked beast with eyes black as coal lapped up blood from the dirt.
Somebody getting hurt or killed in a hunting accident or "accident."

A pool of dark red blood congealing on the marble floor beneath the Iron Throne.
Somebody getting killed in the throne room.

A man in gray robes with a crystal around his neck preaching death around a fire, the clash of steel echoing around him.
This is probably the Faith rebellion that Streaker mentioned would happen in the future.

A young girl looking up into the maw of the dragon, heat on her face and a scream on her lips as the flame melted her face.
This is probably Aerea, who was said to have a sad fate, attempting to claim a dragon and getting roasted alive by said dragon.

Two great forces of ships coming together in a splintering crash in a rocky sea, the cries of burning and drowned men and the clash of steel as ships burned in the blue waters.
This is probably the conflict between the forces of the Iron Throne and the independent Ironborn in the Stepstones that was hinted to happen in the future

A young man and woman flying through the night sky on the back of a single dragon, the fires of a large towering beacon lighting their way
Probably a married couple. The tower could be the Hightower in Oldtown or another lighthouse.

An old woman, sword in hand facing down a knight clad in white plate, a sneer upon her face.
Queen Laena will possibly be attacked and killed by a rogue kingsguard/queensguard bringing her reign to an unexpected end.

Very good guesses!

I can tell you that you were correct in several of these, but there are multiple that you may be surprised about.


It is said that the Princess Lianna of Dragonstone, who had also been present at the funeral played no small role in arranging the match between the two of them, with some claiming this was the first step in a rather sinister plot by the Princess of Dragonstone, which, real or imagined, has often been associated with Lianna.

The Princess could now count on the support of the Riverlands in her future endeavors, as well as Dorne and the Stormlands, whos allegiance she had nominally gained by arranging the marriage between her sister Larrisa and Boros Baratheon.

Now, here are some interesting statements. It seems that some people believe that the marriages negotiated by Lianna are being done for the benefit of the Crown Princess of Dragonstone specifically and that Lianna is involved in a sinister plot.

I am going to make a wild out there guess. Lianna will plot to or be falsely accused of plotting with the support of the Riverlands, Dorne, and the Stormlands to force her mother Queen Laena to abdicate the throne. Laena will attempt to arrest Lianna, the attempt will fail, and conflict between King's Landing and Dragonstone will erupt. Some will view the event as the Queen trying to subdue a plot by a rebellious daughter while others will believe that Princess Lianna and her allies are defending themselves against what they see as the tyranny of Laena. The actual conflict is short lived due to the actions of a rogue kingsguard. The rogue kingsguard in question could even be Aemorys who is trapped between loyalty between his mother and grandmother. Aemorys confronts his grandmother who sneers at him refusing to believe her grandson would actually hurt her and Aemorys ends up killing Laena. The conflict between King's Landing and Dragonstone ends due to Lianna becoming Queen by default after her mother's death.

Without telling if this is or isnt true, as a writer this would be very cool to write....the last part of this chapter should clear up at least some of these questions.

-To all, thank you for the comments/likes. The final part of this chapter is coming along well (only 1 POV left to right) and should be out within a week or so, there will be POVs from Aerea and Lianna and possibly (though unlikely) Jaerion.
 
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