A tale: Reborn in Westeros

Chapter 51

Aegon Targaryen

Light. A bright light emanates from my left and right. I can barely open my eyes, so bright is the light. With a grunt, I push myself to stand. As I look around, I am surrounded by two walls of light. Each one is shimmering and reflecting something I can't make out.

"Am I dead?" I ask myself softly. "Yes, you are," a female voice says. What I see walking towards me is a woman, her dress is made of moving blue crystal clear water. It is as if it is part of her body. The skin that is a visible, a soft copper tint. Her black hair is long and wavy like waves on a sea. Blue, bright eyes look at me with a gaze of a loving mother.

"Dead... I'm so sorry, Daenerys..." I mumble. The woman smiles softly. "You changed her. She has become better, more herself. It was the reason for you to be there," the woman says.

"And now I am dead. What will you do to me now? Bring me back? Make me forget my family?" I ask with frustration. "No, I do not force people to do things. I am giving you a choice. In both worlds, you are dead. I can return you to one of them. Bring you back to your parents, friends. Or I can send you back to Westeros. To Daenerys, your children," she explains.

"How are my parents?" I ask in a whisper. The woman waves her hand as one, the wall of lights begins to change. I see my funeral. All those present wear black clothing. Only those of the army wear their military uniforms. The casket is wrapped in a red, white, blue flag. My parents are intensely grieving, crying like there is no tomorrow. My mother is clutching my father tightly. Crying in his chest while his arms are around her to give comfort. All the while, his own tears fall down. Victor is there as well in his uniform. His eyes are pricked with tears that are threatening to fall.

"W-will they be alright?" I ask in a wavering voice. My heart clenches in pain as I see them in such a state. It has been so long that I saw them last... "It will take years for them. You were their last child. The pain will never truly go away," she says. "And Daenerys? How is she now?"

"Daenerys feels a pain I can not describe, Alex. You were her center and life. If it were not for your children, she wouldn't get through the grief. It is time to make your choice, child. I cannot keep your soul here forever. This space is not for mortals." A deep sigh leaves me. "What a cruel choice to make..." The woman smiles sympathetically. "Life is not fair. However, not many get this choice in the first place. It was due to my interference that you could make it in the first place. What is your choice, child?"

"May I ask something of you?" I ask the woman. "There is a limit to what I am willing to do. The forces at work here move and behave differently. I can't promise anything."

"Fair enough. Please watch over my parents. I want to go back to Daenerys, but I want the best for my parents..." I say softly. "I see. I will do what I can," she says as she glided towards me. The woman sends a warm smile. "I will see you again when you die. May you experience a fulfilling life." Her hand touches me on the forehead and my vision becomes bright white.

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Daenerys Targaryen

His body gets colder and colder as I rocket him from left to right. My arms cradling him as tears flow over my cheeks. From behind me, I hear footsteps approach. A hand touches my shoulder in a comforting manner. "Daenerys... I am sorry for your loss. He was a brave and honest man. I'm glad to have known him," Jon says. It only makes the grief and loss heavier. "Leave me alone..." I whisper out in a quivering voice.

"Of course. Call out if you need anything. We do need to burn his body," Jon says with a deep sigh. As Jon walks away, I gently press Alex into my chest. "Alex... please come back... you promised me..." I sniffled out. "I always... keep them," I hear the voice of Alex mutter. "W-what?!" I say shocked. My gaze snaps to the face of Alex. He smiles weakly at me. "I'm here, Dany. But..." he groans in pain, "I like to rest... before we try for another child."

"You...! I... gods! Bring the healer, now! I'll have your heads if you don't hurry!" I command the people outside. Many run away in a hurry to find a healer.

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Aegon Targaryen

Warm sheets are wrapped around me. Also, a pleasant, warm and soft being lies next to me. Her head snuggles into my side. Leaving a kiss on my skin. "Still stiff and cold?" she asks. "No, this is wonderful, Dany..." I hum out.

"Alex, can you explain what happened? I am no fool. You were dead," Daenerys says. One arm snakes around me, closing the distance even more, if that is possible. And her right leg is draped over my lower body half, preventing me from going anywhere. Yup, Daenerys is holding me 'hostage' in bed. I couldn't be happier.

"After, uhm, I died, I woke up in some brightly lid space. No clue where it was, but I spoke with a woman there. It must have been Mother Rhoyne," I say. "You spoke with a god!? That... is unheard off," Daenerys says with shock. "Yeah, well, hearing you're dead was not fun. I was so saddened by it, Dany... and then I was given a horrible choice."

"A choice?" Daenerys asks confused, her brows furrowed. "Yes, return to you or to my parents. I saw them grieving at my funeral... Dany, it deeply hurt me to see them like that," I say, winking some tears away. "And... you chose me? Why...?" she asks softly.

"Daenerys, we are married. We have children. How could I possibly leave you behind. I asked the goddess to watch over my parents. I hope she keeps her word," I sighed. Daenerys smiles brightly as she cries. "She will. Thank you, Alex! Thank you for coming back."