Sun and Fire ~ Aemond Targaryen

01. Meria Targaryen

{Sitting on the Iron Throne can be taken as a blessing but it is also a curse, when in the Great Council in Harrenhal it was decided that I succeed Grandfather, I felt joy and a lot of pride, for a moment I thought I had reached the stars but with the passing of the years I think I would be able to change all that for a quiet life, I have no more that option... As King I have now a responsibility from which I can never escape and with it I have condemned my beloved family, my wife, my son, Rhaenyra and also my new wife, Alicent.

I know she suffers too, we all suffer and we do not know how to console each other, this illness consumes me, the memory of Aemma and Baelon, my baby that I wanted so much, consumes me.... Daemon's indifference, the stupid affairs of the Kingdom, the betrayals, the court, the commoners, everything is like an epidemic that infects me... in spite of that, I try to enjoy my daughter, my grandson... I try to look for light in the darkness and you... my dear little brother, I have always loved you, you have always been loyal and obedient to me, as your King, as your brother... you can escape from the rot, do not worry about me or Rhaenyra or Alicent, we are obliged to be in the Fortress to do our duty.

But you... take your family and enjoy life as Daemon is doing, fulfill your dreams, dedicate the time you spend on stupid things to your children, do what I can't do... plant the land, have your vineyard as you wished in Highgarden, you have all the money to build everything you wish, visit me every day if you wish, you will always be welcome... }

Two summers had passed since Prince Aegon had moved in with his family, as he awoke to the bright, warm sunshine of Highgarden in the morning, his eyes widening as he recalled the words of his beloved brother Viserys when he urged him to leave to live in the tranquility of the Reach as had been his childhood dream.

He could not complain, he had certainly fulfilled his dream, he visited the Red Keep whenever he could with his family, he had time to play with his children, fly his dragon and harvest grapes with many workers for his own vineyard.

At that time a new baby had been born just seven days ago, little Meria Targaryen, a Dornish name. They had already named their eldest children according to Targaryen custom, Princess Kassaia had asked her to name this third child with a name of House Martell. To which Prince Aegon agreed, regardless of the baby's gender.

The little girl possessed mostly Dornish features, brown eyes, black hair but her skin was fair, she would soon become the adoration of her parents. Naemon also had her skin type with dark eyes and brown hair like her mother, while Daemma was undoubtedly the closest to her father's features.

The family lived mostly in tranquility, receiving attention from The Reach houses constantly, mainly the Hightowers and the Tyrells, the latter lived very close and constantly invited them to their activities, it was impossible to complain about their hospitality and attention.

For the present, Naemon had reached his fourth onomastic and the dragon egg that was placed in his cradle had already been born some time ago, he was a beautiful creature with bluish scales, he had small horns and the bones of his wings and spinal crest were gray, his eyes were a deep sea blue and he seemed to have a very restless and somewhat wild behavior like his human, since the little Naemon did not know tranquility, he was a very naughty, active and playful child who was always making his caretakers run, that beautiful dragon that hatched from the egg was named Auryon.

On the other side, Daemma was a little two year old girl who ran with her little feet whenever she could despite being still unstable, she was cheerful, observer and the most obedient, unfortunately her dragon egg did still not hatch and it was likely that it would not, her father Aegon, tried to observe life in that egg in the flames, but he could not find anything, despite this he continued to leave it under Daemma cradle in the hope that perhaps a miracle would happen.