Mastermind // Aemond Targaryen (1)

3. Aegon

Alicent walked in on Aegon pleasuring himself over the balcony, he grunted and groaned happily standing on the ledge ready to come over the streets below when his mother came in.

''Whose idea was it?'' Alicent demanded and Aegon stumbled back wrapping himself up in his sheets nervously.

'Oh!' Aegon grunted as he fell

''The pig. Was it your plot?' Alicent demanded not caring for her sons embarrassment.

''No... it was Jace and... uh... it-it was the two of them. I couldn't be sure.'' Aegon offered still anxiously covering himself.

''Aemond is your brother.''

''Well, he's a twɑt.'' Aegon countered

''We are family. You may cuff him about as you wish at home, but in the world... we must defend our own.'' Alicent hissed.

''It was funny.'' Aegon admitted with a laugh.

''Do you think Rhaenyra's sons will be your playthings forever? As things stand... Rhaenyra will ascend the throne and Jacaerys Targaryen will be her heir.'' Alicent reminded him.

''So?'' Aegon questioned but Alicent grabbed his face holding tight to his ears, he cringed back in pain but she didn't yield. ''Ugh!''

''You are nearly a man-grown. How is it that you can be so shortsighted? If Rhaenyra comes into power... your very life could be forfeit. Aemond's as well. She could move to cut off any challenge to her succession.'' Alicent hissed her grip tight on him.

''Then I won't challenge...'' Aemond began.

''You are the challenge!'' Alicent shouted in his face. ''You are the challenge, Aegon! Simply by living and breathing! You are the King's firstborn son... and what they know, what everyone in the realm knows in their blood and in their bones... is that one day, you will be our King.'' She released his face as she stood up and calmly turned to the door, Aegon stared back at his mother nervously. ''Get dressed.''

Laena and her husband Daemon were in pentos for the past 10 years where Laena and him had given birth to twins, Laena had Vhagar one of the largest dragons and Daemon had Caraxes

The lamb hearts are excellent." Prince Reggio Haratis declared

''We are fortunate in our cook, Your Excellence. There's a plum-cake yet to be served, which will have us fighting over the crumbs." Laena told him kindly.

''Then before we come to blows...'' Reggio tapped on table ''... a toast to Aegon the Conqueror, your exalted forebear, who joined our cause against Volantis in the Century of Blood. On the great dragon Balerion, he flew to our aid in Lys and burned a fleet of enemy ships, thus turning the tide...

''Aegon the Conqueror.'' Daemon said stiffly

''To Aegon.'' They echoed

''This brings me to some business. A proposal I wish to make in the spirit of honoring our storied alliance.'' Reggio remarked.

''If your aim is to marry one of our daughters, Your Excellence, you might have said so and spared us the history lesson.'' Laena offered her daughters were not happy about that.

''What?'' Rhaena questioned nervously. Prince Reggio chuckled however

''I would not count myself so deserving, my Lady Laena.'' Reggio assured. ''I wish to offer you a permanent residence here in Pentos. This manse I would gift to you, outright, along with its farms and lands, the vineyard and the wood. The tenants would pay their tributes annually to their new Targaryen lord. You would have your freedom of the city and the harbor, as befits your royal station.''