The Blazing Hour {Aegon II Targaryen}

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WAKING UP, Alyra looked up to see her husband sitting on the side of the bed shirtless with his head in his hand. She looked out to the windows as the moon still shined brightly wondering what could keep her husband who usually doesn't worry about nothing that doesn't concern them. She went on and got up on her knees on the bed sliding her hands down his exposed shoulders placing with kisses around his neck. Aegon let go of his head placing his arm on his wife's cheek. "Sorry love, didn't mean to wake you."

Alyra moved from his ear to his ear. "No worries husband. Tell me what worries you."

"I can't rule it alone. The kingdom. I was never one for duty." He sighed.

"You are not alone," She stopped kissing him, placing her hands to his head, moving her leg to the other side placing her in between his legs facing him. "You have me. As your queen I will do anything to help you succeeded." More like she has done everything, well almost. Something came to mind, an idea. "Put on a shirt, I have an idea."

The two walked to the dragon pit last time they were here was Aegon's coronation. Aegon set Sunfrye out of his nest getting on the saddle not before he lifted his wife up then himself. "Sunfrye! Fly!" The dragon ran a few steps as his wings spread out ready to set. The two felt their hair being pushed back into a gentle breeze, the two held onto each other hoping their body heat was enough to not give them a cold.

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DIPPING THE FEATHER INTO INK, Vysela sat on her desk in her quarters in her nightgown writing on a piece of parchment she stole from her great grandsire's office who needed better security if she's being honest. From there she learned about her fiancée's location, and it inspired her to get a view of things from his viewpoint. If the young man were to respond she was to give the letter to her mother as no one could debunk men's words as good as hers. Making a point to herself to shadow her own mother more to learn what she has mastered when it came to getting what she wanted.

Dearest Jacaerys,

It has come to my attention that your brother is here, I'm writing to you, so I tell you that he is safe and sound. Yet he will stay here for the reminder of however long it will take for your mother and stepfather to bend the knee to my parents. If you wish the two of us will be happy together. Yes, we have not known each other for long yet we are family and engaged. It is my duty for me to be loyal to you, so I will be doing that by making sure that prince Lucerys will not be harmed in any way. It is equally your duty to be loyal to me by convincing her to bend the knee. As your cousin, future wife, and princess I humbly beg of you to help us stop any more bloodshed.

Your Love,
Princess Vysela of the seven kingdoms.

The raven rested on the window cell waiting to receive its message as Vysela poured the melted wax onto the envelope from the candle she was using as her light. The princess went up to the window, attaching it to the black bird's leg, stroking its head with two fingers. Ordering it to go the north where Jacerys was set to be. Vsyela laid back into her bed wondering where her older brother had not seen for a while since dinner but didn't waste enough attention to it getting her beauty rest.

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WITH THE ELDEST, he had gotten bored with his lessons as it now didn't include dragons and his interest as it did more with kingship and finances, whose houses to allay with and not to. He wandered his way around the dragon pit, hiding from his mother and father as he stopped them getting on his father's golden dragon and avoided from being scene.

By accident he stumbled into a room that held a giant dragon skull with dry melted wax under the lit candle ones. Next to the skull laid another table filled with messy writing on old pieces of parchment. The dragon was known as the Black Dread named Balerion. His eyes landed on one note particular.

I, King Jaehaerys I Targaryen, Nicknamed the Old king am writing this for generations after my rule for hopes of finding it helpful in future times. For any king to be a good first must understand that the cold fact that we 'control the dragons' is an illusion. Dragon appears to be smarter than men, they have affection for their friends and are bond to their riders not just by destiny but by choice and the nature of the dragon. For example, if the rider were to experience any type of pain, the dragon would feel the same. The dragons know who the people are, that their rider is close to and who is not. If the rider were to be murdered the dragon would take revenge holding fury for their enemies-

Vaymx was about to read more as his was interrupted by the roar of Sunfrye and decided to hide until they left.

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LAIDING BACK, the new king put back the dragon he and his wife just rode. Aegon felt much better after the flight. Alyra wanted to see her youngest son before the couple went back to bed. Aegon followed her to the room were the new heir to house Tryell slept. Alyra rushed quietly to the bassinet to see her babe and Aegon followed behind both stood wide eyed to see that a baby dragon cuddled up to the silver head babe all snuggled up. The dragon that was gifted to the young prince as a sign of good will hacked into a sunset gold with white tinted winged dragon rested his head onto Baedor's head. Smiling Aegon wrapped his arm around his wife as she stared star eyed. "Come let's not wake to babe and go back to sleep ourselves." The Queen and King went back into their chambers, retiring for the rest of the night.