"We come from pure strength Daenerys." Her brother told her as he flipped through the old tome. "Viserra Velaryon. As untamable as the sea itself. Her brother Aemar. A greenseer and a mighty warrior. Aemond Targaryen. Rider of Vhagar, the largest dr...
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Episode 1:
A map unrolled over a table, it was recognizable as the southeastern coast of Westeros. The scattering of isles that nearly connected the edge of Dorne to the Disputed Lands south of Pentos. Along with the image a voice echoed in the background, that of Corlys Velaryon, the infamous Seasnake.
"The growing alliance among the Free Cities has taken to styling itself 'the Triarchy'. They have massed on Bloodstone and are presently ridding the Stepstones of its pirate infestation. A man called Craghas Drahar has styled himself the prince-admiral of this Triarchy. They call him the Crabfeeder, due to his inventive methods of punishing his enemies. I would urge that you not allow this Triarchy much latitude in the Stepstones Your Grace. If those shipping lanes should fall, it will beggar our ports.-"
"The Crown has heard your report Lord Corlys, and takes it under advisement." a voice unrecognizable interrupted as the image of the map began to bleed together in a ripple of colors. There was a whimper as the image changed.
Armored men in gold cloaks marched through the city cutting parts off all the known thieves. Wagons full of heads, arms and man parts were carted away to a song of moans coming from the punished criminals. A new man's voice again overshadowed the scene.
"Did you know there has been a marked drop in thievery?" A transparent image of a bald man speaking to a dwarf laid over the bloody scene.
"And how did you accomplish this marked drop in thievery?" the transparent image went away just so the severing of a man's head could come clearer into view.
"It's just the unknown thieves we need to worry about now."
Then everything grew dark, the only thing visibly were spikes that glimmered in dim candlelight as two men with silver hair spoke between the jagged lines.
"Did you say it?" the one wearing a crown asked, his voice low and lethal. "'The Heir for a Day' did you say it?" he demanded again.
The other man's lips moved but the words were not heard.
"You chose to celebrate your own rise!" the king screeched, "Laughing with your whores and your lickspittles!"
"You are weak Viserys."
The king sighed and leaned back in his throne "I have decided to name a new heir."
"I am your heir."
"Not anymore. You are to return to Runestone and your lady wife at once, and you are to do so without quarrel by order of your King."
There was the loud cry of a dragon, sharp like a whistle and red scales flashed quickly before turning to blood. The red pool stretched out among the white, there was a leg, a woman screaming, begging, pleading. The sound was more horrible then the dozens of men butchered. Skin was cut open, peeled back, more blood more body parts both small and large flashed in quick succession.
Another whimper, then another. Then the whimpers changed as a gasp broke through the empty quiet of the bedchamber. It was a lavish room, reserved for royalty. A giant hearth took up almost one wall, the embers of the dying flames just barely illuminating the figure of the boy who looked so small in the middle of the large bed. He woke at the same time the gasp left his lips, sitting up straight like he had been hit by lightning. His eyes, completely white with no color, faded away letting his irises return. With tears in his eyes he threw the covers off his small frame and barefoot, bolted from his room into the hall shouting for his mother at the top of his lungs.
Princess Rhaenys came ploughing through her bed chamber doors tying her black and gold robe around her waist as she looked back and forth for the source of her youngest's screams. She caught sight of his white-blonde hair as he ran toward her like he was being chased by murderers. Bending down to one knee she scooped the boy up as she reached him, his tears now streaming down his round cheeks.
"Mother. Mother." he wept in her lap as guards arrived assessing any possible threat to their young lord. Rhaenys patted her son's short platinum hair with one hand as she rubbed his back with the other, holding his body to hers.
"Shh, shh, my sweet what is it?"
Trembling, he looked up and answered her. His words were rushed and came out like an overflow over a dam. Things like men hacking pieces off each other with swords, a woman in a bed with her belly cut open as she screamed for mercy, men around a table plotting against their king. It all was spoken so fast all Rhaenys could tell was her son had been horrified.
"Hush Aemar." she consoled him. Wiping the tears from his face with the pad of her thumb. His green eyes gazed up at her looking for answers, looking for reassurance. His pale complexion was puffy and red around his eyes from his crying but she smiled down at him all the same.
"It was only a nightmare Aemar, only a night terror, it cannot truly hurt you." her gentle tone immediately had a soothing effect on her child as his trembling stopped and the last of his tears dried. Rhaenys nodded to the guards who understood there was no foe for them to fight off and returned to their posts. The Princess lifted her six year old into her arms, careful of the long nightshirt he wore and brought him into her chamber where he stayed for the night.
Though as he slept soundly, against the warm comfort of his mother, Rhaenys stayed awake. The description of what her son described sounded far too similar to the raven she had received earlier that day from her husband.
**each chapter will be getting longer as the children get older and play more active roles in the Game ALSO! The first few chapters are a bit slow as I build up my characters. If you can bear with me until chapter 6 I promise the story gains momentum. Anyone here for Aemond only feel free to skip ahead to chapter 15.
