The True and The Brave

𝔈𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱: ℑ𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔴𝔞𝔯, ℑ𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔯

[AN: So..today I literally have no motivation whatsoever to study. I read that if a fire burns your university then you automatically get your degree....well who wants to come with me to commit some arson crimes? I've also been getting some people wanting to do tiktok edits, edits, bookcovers, just let me tell you that you are completely free to do so! I truly love your enthusiasm and I do also fangirl on the inside too bc we are all Aemond apologists here]

[No Ghost Reading] (Please)

"So that is their plan? To garrison all their troops on Harrenhal", a burnt hand motioned for Daeron to inch closer. The younger Targaryen brother held his helm in his hands, his smirk widening at the information the hand had just said. 

"Yes, your grace", Criston Cole replied, his eyes glinting in pride. 

"What about those that are beggining to form in the North? Last I heard, the whole bloody North declared for my brother and Aemma", Daeron said, a wicked smirk on his face. 

He was a third son, and now, when Aegon succumbs to his wounds, he would be the King. He would be better suited for the throne. It was him the son who was cast out to Oldtown to become a warrior. It was him who studied and delved in worthy hobbies. It was him who never drank in fear of ending like his brother. It was him the one to never touch a woman in fear of producing bastards. He only wanted two things, for his mother to be proud of him and the rutting throne along with the conqueror's crown Aegon wore with no worth to its head. 

"Cregan Stark rallied the North. If they unify their army, they will be unstopable. The Oldtown troops along with those of the reach are heading to HoneyWine. There is a small camp that garrisons all those men who are still coming from the Stormlands—", Daeron pointed, but was interrupted by his brother. 

"Then fucking end it. Go with Tessarion and end them. We don't need those bastards to have even more numbers than they have. And if he's there, bring me his fucking head, brother. Aemma should be there with Lucerys, you bring her alive", he said, a snarling bite at the Maester who tried to change the dressings of the burns that scarred his left side. 

"She will not be there", Cole interjected, Alicent's eyes wide at the implication and the treason. Aemma had told them that because she had trusted him. And now... 

Alicent was ready to leave. She did not want to be here anymore. She wanted to care for the only daughter she had left. Her sweet Haelena that suffered the fate from this monster that was no child of hers. Daeron had become corrupted by Aegon, and she had lost all her sons. Aemond left willingly, because he chose his family over them, and she could never fault him for that. 

Alicent's eyes glazed over in tears and horror. Her hands shaking as she picked the skin of them. 

"Lord Larys", Aegon beckoned. 

That dragging and laggard sound had Alicent gritting her teeth and flinching. This was the man who had to feared. A man that knew no other ambition than the throne for himself. A man that made her sell her own body for specks of information. A man who had imprisoned her, the queen, making her realize that she would always be a prisioner in here. She just had enough room to carve up a window to breathe. 

"My King, it seems my sources tell me otherwise. I believe the false queen will arrive if we press enough. Sharako Lohar was a man with an unchecked temper. But the best way to lure her into fighting against us is how I told you...take everything from her until she breaks".