Dragons Fury (On Hold)

Where Do We Go From Here?

Taerons chambers

After escorting Alicent to her chambers, he immediately went to bed and fell asleep. His body was shaking, and he was covered in sweat. He was dreaming, and he struggled to wake up. His head was tossing and turning.

Taeron watched as what seemed like an older version of himself spoke to a woman wearing a green dress. He could've sworn that he's seen her before.

"A war will be fought, my love." The woman told the older Taeron. "Many will die, and the victor will eventually sit the Iron Throne."

"I didn't start this war, but I will be the one to end it." The older Taeron said. "Assemble the army, and tell my son he's to accompany me." The older Taeron told Ser Criston.

"At once, your grace." Ser Criston bowed.

"Your grace?" Taeron whispered. He was king, and there was a war that needed to be fought. Suddenly, Taeron was shot back.

When he stopped, he arrived back in the capital. He looked at his surroundings and realized he was in the Dragonpit, but it was destroyed and aged. There were no dragons in sight. He saw two people talking. A woman with silver hair and a man with black hair.

"I won't ever stop fighting for you, Davion." The silver haired woman said.

"You're not like everyone else." Davion said. "And your family hasn't seen its end." Taeron was shot back again.

He gasped as he woke up. He was breathing heavily and covered in sweat. He then walked to his door and opened it.

"Ser Erryk." He called his sworn protector.

"My prince." Ser Erryk bowed.

"Have a handmaiden prepare a bath for me." Taeron said.

"At once." Ser Erryk bowed, and a few minutes later, a bath was prepared for Taeron he sat in the tub thinking about his dream. What could it mean. Hours later, Taeron got dressed and wrote down his dream. He looked at his mother's falcon necklace. He missed her so much. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the door open and saw his father enter.

"My son." Viserys called out

"What do you want?" He asked.

"I've come to beg your forgiveness." He answered, and Taeron scoffed.

"If you truly believe that it would be so easy for me to forgive you, then you're a bigger fool than I thought. Taeron said. I will never get the image of my mothers stomach ripped open out of my head.

"Please, Taeron, no one is talking to me, I've lost everyone I love." Viserys said sadly.

"What did you expect, father?" He asked. "You killed our mother. You ripped her away from us. You should be lucky we're still here in the capital."

"How can I fix this?" He asked.

"You can't." He said and sighed. "Leave me, and next time, knock the next time you wish yi speak.."

"I am sorry, my son." Viserys said and left the room.

Taeron continued writing his dream down. Just then, a headache hit him hard, and he saw a little girl having a spider crawl on her hand. She was also speaking in riddles, and Taeron couldn't make out what she was saying. When it was done, Taeron wrote that down as well.