The Blazing Hour {Aegon II Targaryen}

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NEXT MORROW, quick preparations were made. Aegon didn't leave his wife's side, holding her hand so she didn't fall to her knees. There was no body to burn so the handmaids sew a doll to symbolize the unborn baby. Alyra spent the morning holding the doll like a baby she didn't want to let go. Treas fell from her face uncontrollably. Feeling the loss of a child, all she wanted was to hold all her children. Vaymx and Vysela were too big to for the woman to carry. Baedor spent the day clung to his mother's side. She named the dead child Achlys, she felt enough respect to name it.

The family met up with their guests outside of the dragon pit. All dressed in black. The doll was put in a wooden casket as Sunfyre held his ground on two feet on the walls. The septon started speaking. Alyra who couldn't hear a word, the woman held half her weight on her husband. It was time for the casket to be set ablaze. "Sunfrye, dracarys!" Aegon ordered his golden dragon not to let his voice break. Sunfrye did as he was told, feeling the pain of his rider as is. The bell rang to set the hour, so everyone retired to the castle for the feast of the dead. Many came to send their regards to the queen. She was in a pause, couldn't speak not a peep of sound came out of her.

Alyra's father the Lord Tryell, even came from the Highgarden to the council room. He signed the papers to make Baedor the next heir to the Tyrell legacy, even changing the babe's last name. Lord Tyrell even requested to see his daughter who hasn't spoken to her in years.

She walked to the room that her father requested. It was Baedor's chamber. The young boy was placed on the carpet playing with wooden figures as his dragon sat near him. The doors closed, making sure it was just the two of them. He struck her. A slap to her face, leaving a stingy sensation to her face. She was never hit as a child, Alyra was perfect. She brought her hand to her face. The silver haired prince looked to his mother who held a painful look while his dragon started growling at the man.

"You have no idea what you have done." Alyra stated the woman was at her lowest. The lowest she had ever been in her life. "I am the queen. This is treason!" She was empty but on she was just angry. Feeling nothing but pure rage. Not just to her father. The man who groomed her into becoming who she is, the man who sold her off. She always tried to make him proud, she gave up her life for his legacy and now she's tired. But to the man to took her baby.

"You are foolish, Child." The lord stated. Leaving the room off the go back to high garden. The maids came back to take care of the young prince.

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LATER THAT NIGHT, her husband seemed to notice a newfound motive in his wife as did her children. Back to the feast the page boy announced the arrival of the starks as other house claiming they came in peace. They no longer honored their vows to princesses Rheaynra as they did not want to fight a person who could stoop to such levels. Princes Rheanys and Lord Corlys attended with their granddaughters. Corlys proposed to make Baela his heir if they get full immunity from any punishments. The king and Queen accepted it, so now they have the Velaryon fleet on their side. All the houses have picked their sides. The pieces on the board said that it was time for the war, it was coming soon. They were going to take charge on the next day, no one would expect it after such a loss. Alyra couldn't be happier. She was going to get revenge on the man who stole her child.