Fire and Blood: Fury in Fire (Rewritten)

Chapter 1: The Brand of the Bronze Prince

Prince Vaemon Targaryen was a once troubled youth, he had lived in Runestone for four years of his life, with his sister, Princess Alysanne, Lady Rhea Royce, Lady of one of the houses in the Vale of Arryn,
House Royce of Runestone, a bronze land house with elder futhark, she was married to Prince Daemon I Targaryen the Rogue Prince, the Prince never liked his lady wife and he gave her a name, his
Bronze Bitch he called her, but he managed to put two children inside of her, the children were his son and daughter he loved so much.
 
Prince Vaemon, he had pure silver blonde hair, pair of dark purple eyes, Valyrian features as it should be, Princess Alysanne, she had honey golden blonde hair like The Good Queen Alysanne did, bright lilac eyes, many had asked for her hand, even those around the Vale, the year is 107AC, the prince was only seven years old, he was demanding his mother to let him and Alysanne to go back to Dragonstone, there he had claimed Vermithor the Bronze Fury.
 
The Prince was denied of the permission to go back, he kept demanding for days, he stopped asking and started doing things very rash, when he and Alysanne first got there, he met a young girl, silver white hair and pure silver white eyes, the features made her so beautiful, Vaemon was fazed by her beauty, he started sneaking out of Bronze Hall to go and make love with her on the Bronze Hills, the girl was not a highborn, just a common girl, one day he was caught by one of the guards of Runestone and he told Ser Gerold, he whom was told had then passed it onto Rhea who was then mad about it.
 
Rhea had a few guards to wake up to arms, they grabbed Vaemon not making any noise at all, they had him in the dungeons, tied him to the bars of the cell, he saw that Rhea was holding a rawhide whip, Gerold was holding a wooden baton, he saw all guards holding batons, Gerold started beating and the other guards started beating along with Gerold,
they beat him hard, they finally stopped, Rhea stepped forward, she had the whip out long and whipped his face, bruises became visible quickly, she beat him seven times, he stepped forward, grabbed Vaemon's face and talked to him.
 
"You are not going back to Dragonstone, or Kings Landing, so don't go asking of the permission, you are living your life as a knight, not a Prince, do you hear me."
 
Vaemon slowly nodded his head and talked.
 
"I'll not ask again, but I.. will.. always be a Prince, never a fucking lord nor knight, I am a Targaryen, I.. I have.. the blood.. of a dragon."
 
Vaemon never saw his mother this angry, he was able to argue with her.
 
"You are no Prince, you are no dragon, lastly, you are not to see that girl again, do you hear me?"
 
"What girl? You talking about my Silver Princess?  You have no right to annul my relationship with her, you are no fucking lady of the Vale, you are just father's Bronze Bitch, for all of you Bronze fucks,
VALAR MORGHULIS/ALL MEN MUST DIE."
 
Rhea slapped him and ordered Gerold to grab a brand rod, the end of it was shaped in a berkano elder futhark letter, Gerold moved it towards Vaemon, it was heading towards Vaemon's face, finally it stuck onto his left eye, Vaemon was screaming, the brand rod was pulled away after just ten seconds of burning.
 
At that moment Alysanne walked in with her sword, she raised her sword to cut the ropes off from the cell bars, she swung her sword towards the guards and her mother, she pointed her sword towards them and kept them away from Vaemon, she threw Vaemon's right arm over her, she brought him out of the dungeons, took him back to the castle, as they walked in, Vaemon fell asleep and fell to the floor, a few days passed and outside in Runestone, Alysanne was training with her sword, she saw a hooded figure, she raised her sword towards the hooded person, he lifted his head up and said in High Valyrian.
 
"Jorraelagon syt bona daor, Nuha Zaldritzoz/No need for that, my Little Dragon."
 
Alysanne saw his face and ran to him, the hooded figure was her very own father, Prince Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince, she dug her head into his chest.
 
"Skorkydoso glaesa drikioso nuha rina?/How are you doing my child?"
 
"Iksan syri kepa, yn Vaemon, daor sir olvie/I'm well father, but Vaemon, not so much."
 
"Lekis hen ziryla, skoriot iksis aoha lekia?/Talking of him, where is your brother?"
 
"Iemny, iksa daor jare naehot hae se undas hen ziryla/Inside, you are not going to like the sight of him."
 
Daemon didn't like the sound of that, he turned away and went to the bronze castle, he got inside the castle and found his way to his oldest child's bed chambers, he knocked on the door and there was no answer.
 
"Nuha abritsos darilaros, issi ao isse konir?/My young Prince? Are you in there?"
 
Daemon pushed open the door, there was a person sitting a chair by a table, he was laying his head on it, Daemon walked up and lifted the blanket off of his face, he saw on the right side of his face showing bruises, Daemon shook his body to wake him up, Vaemon woke up, looked up and saw his father's face, Daemon lifted his face up and saw a mark of the elder futhark letter B on his face, Daemon's eyes widened and held on his son who was in so much pain.
 
"Vaemon, skoros massitas naejot ao/Vaemon, what happened to you?"
 
"Muna.. Aoha.. Braedazma Aspo.. ziry gontan bisa naejot nyke, ziry se ia dorolvie hen ziryla braedazma qolrinqor azantyssy, ziryla kesia toli, Gerold kepus, ziry gontan bisa naejot nyke, nyke.. jaelagon.. skosio, kepa./Mother.. Your.. Bronze Bitch.. she did this to me, she and a few of her bronze fucking guards, her cousin too, Uncle Gerold, he did this to me, I.. want.. revenge father."
 
Vaemon was clutching onto his ribs, he pointed to his eye, Daemon had a servant to have a bath ready, Vaemon was in his bath, getting washed by woman, he had a bath because he smelt like he hasn't bathed in a week, Daemon went back to the training to see his daughter.
 
"Head back to the castle and look after your brother, I will be back."
 
Alysanne made her eyes follow Daemon, confused, 'what was he about to do?' She put down her steel sword and ran back to the castle, she got to her brother's bed chambers, she helped him up and got him dried up, Daemon came back in a rush.
 
"Come, quick."
 
Looks like the Rogue Prince is in trouble, 'what did he do?' They rush out of the castle and made it to the Bronze Hill, there a blood red dragon was waiting, it was Caraxes the Blood Wyrm, Caraxes hadn't seen neither Vaemon nor Alysanne in a long time, after what it seems like three years now, Daemon was fighting in the Stepstones War, Vaemon was eight and Alysanna was seven.
 
It was 108AC, they all climb on Caraxes, they flew away from Runestone to go to another part of the Vale of Arryn, the Eyrie, which was the paramount land of the Vale, they walk through the streets to find a shop that holds masks for the masquerade, a half mask, they found a shop that has a beautiful silver half mask.
 
Daemon paid with ten gold dragots, he put the mask on Vaemon, they run back to the beach where they left Caraxes, they all climb on and leave for Dragonstone, Daemon called to the maesters to help Vaemon, the first maester to the scene was a very well experienced maester, his name was Maester Gerardys, he always stayed in Dragonstone, for that was his home, Maester Gerardys was the best maester they knew, at the age of four, and three, Vaemon and Alysanne was taught by him, on how to speak High Valyrian, they learned quickly before their mother and father took them to Runestone.
 
Vaemon was tended by the maesters, they used some ointment on his face where he was branded, the brand on his face branded him as a Bronze Prince, but he didn't like the name, even the word bronze, he hated it, he always preferred black, red, the words of his house, Fire and Blood, outside Alysanne went to check on her dragon, Silver Wing the Silver White, she hoped because Vaemon and Vermithor were not bound to each other anymore.
 
Her bond with Silver Wing was still strong. She claimed her great grandmother's, her namesake's dragon just five years ago, when her cousin Princess Rhaenyra was crowned the Princess of Dragonstone, Heir to the Iron Throne, they heard the news of the Princess marrying a knight of Driftmark, it was their cousin Ser Laenor Velaryon, they never met the Seahorse Knight.
 
Daemon and his children were now getting ready for the wedding feast, they flew on Caraxes and Silver Wing to Kings Landing, they see Princess Rhaenys and her son Ser Laenor Velaryon, on their dragons Meleys the Red Queen and Seasmoke, they made it to the Red Keep, King Viserys, First of his Name, sat at the high table in the Throne Room, with his daughter, the Princess Rhaenyra.
 
He saw a recognizable figure at the doors of the Throne Room come in, it was his younger brother, the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen, Daemon gestured to someone to come in, there His Grace saw two young people come walking in, an eight year old Prince Vaemon and seven year old Princess Alysanne, Alysanne had her brother's arm over her shoulder, Vaemon was clutching his stomach because he was hurt, they walked up to the high table and stopped right there, Daemon was smirking and that tempted the King, Viserys looked at Vaemon, then to Alysanne who smiled at the King, he waved an arm at the servant boy to grab three chairs.
 
Daemon helped his son to sit down, before he and his daughter sat down themselves at end of the high table on the right side of His Grace, The King got up to see his brother, his nephew and niece he hasn't seen for four years.
 
"Daemon."
 
"Brother."
 
"And how are you two?"
 
The King asked the girl with his grandmother's name, the other who was Prince Vaemon, who was coughing, clutching at his ribs, it was painful, Alysanne answered her uncle, the King.
 
"We are doing well uncle."
 
The King looked to the sad hooded figure who didn't talk.
 
"Now if I remember your name is Vaemon, correct?"
 
Vaemon only answered with coughs, he couldn't talk, he has not seen his uncle the King yet, he always wanted to meet him, Daemon talked to his brother.
 
"He is ill, Viserys, he can't talk at all."
 
The King with sad eyes looked towards his nephew, he looked back at Daemon before he went back to his seat beside his Heir, the Princess Rhaenyra, they conversed with each other.
 
"Alysanne has grown a lot since I last saw her."
 
"Yes she has, but the other one, Vaemon, something is wrong with him, he was coughing, it looks like he's ill."
 
Rhaenyra turned her attention to the young Prince, she had the look of worry on her face, she could see a little shine off from his face, it was just hiding underneath the hood he had over his head, then, some old man came up to Daemon.
 
"In the Vale, men are made to answer for their crimes, even Targaryens."
 
Alysanne had an angry expression on her face, she recognized the man, he was one of the men who beat Vaemon, in fact he was the one that branded Vaemon, Daemon spoke to the old man.
 
"Who are you"
 
The man walked closer and introduced himself, properly.
 
"Ser Gerold Royce, cousin to your late lady wife."
 
"Aah, yes, I'm positively bereft, such a tragic accident."
 
The old man walked closer.
 
"We both know, it was not an accident."
 
"Are you confessing some guilty? Ser Gerold?"
 
"I am making an accusation."
 
"In King's Landing, men are made to answer for their slanders, even old bronze cunts like you."
 
Ser Gerold laughed and heard his niece talk to him.
 
"My uncle will have your fucking head mounted on a fucking spike for your actions, you bronze fucking cunt."
 
"What actions, dear niece."
 
Alysanne unleashed her inner dragon and slammed her hands on the table, making everyone jump off their seats except her father and brother, she stood up, staring daggers into her uncle's eyes.
 
"Don't you call me that, and don't you play absent minded with me, you fucking cunt, THIS MAN BRANDED MY BROTHER, BEAT HIM, WHIPPED HIM WITH A RAWHIDE WHIP, THEN BRANDED HIM WITH THE BRAND ROD, not only him, MY MOTHER WAS IN THIS TOO, brother show them."
 
Vaemon turned around to face his bronze uncle, took his hood off, his hair was a bit scruffy, everyone saw the silver half mask, even the monarchs in the middle part of the table, the new Hand of the King Lord Lyonel Strong of Harrenhal, the Velaryons, but when Vaemon took off his mask, gasps filled the room, Vaemon put his hood back over his head.
 
Ser Gerold gained words getting thrown at him, now it looks like the memory of the late Lady Rhea Royce, won't be remembered as well as it can be, people swore at him which made him run off outside, it was now calm, His Grace was doing his speech and stopped at the where he talked about the bonds between the houses Targaryen and House Velaryon of Driftmark, a woman walked in wearing green, the King's lady wife, the Lady Alicent Hightower of Oldtown, the Queen Consort to the Targaryen King was wearing green, it was the banner colors of Oldtown when they call unto war, has the Queen Regent called to war? For what? The Iron Throne? She has beared the King two children, Aegon, second of his name was the King and Queen Consort's first born son, named after Aegon the Conquerer.
 
They have a daughter as well, her name was Helaena Targaryen, they've to bear another child which is held inside the Queen's womb, the Queen Consort's father was the Hand before Lord Lyonel, the man was named Otto Hightower, he lost the duty because he tried to push his grandson Aegon to the Iron Throne, with Aegon's presence, Rhaenyra's position is under threat, with that, the Queen has called to war for her son to sit on the Iron Throne, but in the future, her position as heir will be protected by one man.
 
After the Queen Regent sat down, a dance commenced, Rhaenyra with betrothed, Ser Laenor Velaryon, they started the dance, Daemon got up to dance, so did Alysanne and Vaemon, Daemon went to dance with Lady Laena Velaryon of Driftmark, the youngest daughter of Lord Corlys Velaryon, they switched, Daemon ended up with another lady, Vaemon has now taken over the dance from Daemon to dance with Laena, Alysanne now dances with Ser Laenor, Vaemon and Laena were conversing while they danced.
 
"I haven't seen you since you were just four years old."
 
"Really, 'cough, cough', I don't have much memory of you."
 
"You've grown so much, sweet Prince."
 
Vaemon smiled as they danced, Alysanne and Laenor were now conversing.
 
"You've grown since I've last seen you sweet Princess."
 
"I've heard so many whispers saying I've grown, some were saying they don't know who I even am."
 
They laughed as they continued the dance, the dance switched, this time Vaemon ended up with the Princess Rhaenyra, his elder cousin, Rhaenyra smiled upon Vaemon's presence, they talked to each other.
 
"Father and I have not seen you since you were younger, you were four then."
 
"I remember seeing you too, 'cough, cough, cough, cough, cough'."
 
"Are you alright? Cousin."
 
"I'm fine, thank you."
 
Vaemon smiled down on the princess, at the high table, the King and his Hand watch Rhaenyra and Vaemon dance, he converses with Lord Lyonel.
 
"Ah, look at this Lyonel, my daughter and nephew, reunited, if I had thought about it first, I would've betrothed her to him, make the Targaryen line pure."
 
"You are the King, you may do as you please."
 
"Well, it's too late, it's done, there is nothing I can do right now."
 
Daemon has now taken over Vaemon to dance with Rhaenyra, while Vaemon and Rhaenyra were dancing, they almost fell in love right there, all of the sudden, a fight had commenced before Daemon and Rhaenyra were about to lock lips, the fight was between Ser Criston of House Cole, and Ser Joffrey Lonmouth, Daemon quickly grabbed both his son and daughter, they ran out from the Throne Room.