Aegon Targaryen One Shots

Orland & Ophelia P3

Aegon's face turned pale as he caught sight of his brother, Aemond, pressing a blade perilously close to Shela's neck, and panic quickly overcame him. His heart raced as he grappled with the overwhelming fear of seeing her in such grave danger. In that moment, he longed to gather the children into his arms and shield them from his brother's threat, yet he understood the importance of keeping them concealed.

"I was hoping you'd disappeared," Aemon smirked his tone pointed and cruel, 

"Why are you here?" Aegon asked, 

"Mother sent me to find you,"

"Must you always obey her every whim,"

"On this occasion, yes."

"Why?" 

"She sent me to find you, here I am,"

"Yes I understand that, why did she want you to find me? None of you have much a care for my comings and goings normally," 

"Father is dead," he said,

"Wh-what?" Aegon stuttered, 

"Father is dead." Aemon said once more, "So Mother wants you home"

"Is our father truly dead?"

"Yes. And they're going to make you king." 

"I do not wish to rule, I have to taste for duty."

"You'll get no arguments from me,"

"Then let me go. Say you couldn't find me. I will find a ship and I shall leave you will never hear from me again,"

"How I wish it could be that simple,"

"It can be. You have my word I will leave on the first ship to the east and you will never hear a word from me so long as I live. You will be king."

Aemond stopped a moment his eye glaring into Aegon's with a dark mistrust,

"I swear to you. I will. Just please... let her go. and leave us be."

"Mama!" Ophelia cried in panic having peaked out from under the bed, 

"It's okay sweetheart," Aegon spoke trying to calm her, "It'll be okay."

"Bring them out," Aemond demanded,

"No," Aegon answered,

"Bring. Them. Out." Aemon commanded tightening his grip on the tearful Shela, 

"Orland, Ophelia. Come here my darlings, come to daddy." Aegon spoke fearfully, 

Aegon watched as the twins cautiously emerged, inch by inch, from under the bed. He could see the fear in their eyes as they clutched onto his legs for security. Gently, he reached down and stroked their heads, soothing their anxieties as best as he could. Despite their trembling, Aegon was determined to keep them close, ensuring their safety and enveloping them with his love and protection.

"Please Please-" Shela begged,

But Aemond tightened his grip, "Not a word. Or I gut them both."

"No! Aemond please!" Aegon begged, "Don't hurt her. Or them. your issue is with me not with them." Aegon said,

"Fine," Aemond allowed Shela to go, tossing her to the floor with a dismissive gesture. The children, startled by the commotion, quickly rushed to her side. As they reached her, she enveloped them in a tight embrace, wiping their tears offering a sense of comfort and security. Sensing the urgency of the situation, Aegon instinctively positioned himself protectively in front of all three of them, ready to shield them from any potential harm. "You are coming with me to the castle, and to our mother." 

"No. I am not." Aegon commanded, "I am handing you the throne, and the crown on a silver platter. Take it. I don't want it and I shall never bother you again so long as you take it a go," 

"You are father's heir."

"Rhaenyra is father's Heir!" 

"You are father's first male heir. We both know the people won't accept Rhaenyra," 

"I don't care, I don't want the crown. I will not fight with her over something I don't want!" He said, "I am giving it to you!"

"... Even so, I would only be king until your son Jaehaerys came of age." 

"Not if I am not crowned,"

"Even so."

"...Then are we to speak plainly?"

"Of what?"

"Of Jaehaerys," 

"what about him?"

Aegon sighed and glared at his brother, "He is no son of mine," 

"How can you be so sure?"

"I know." Aegon answered, "I shared Helaena's bed once. The night of our wedding, for the bedding ceremony and to uphold my duty to her. But I have not shared her bed since." Aegon explained, "I know those children are not mine, so... let us speak plainly, if you take the throne and admit that they are your children, you will rule with them as your heirs."

"And you?"

"And I will leave, go east with... with my family you will not hear a single word from me I promise you," 

"why would I trust you?"

"I swear to you. On my life."

"I don't care about your life," 

"... On them. On my children. I love them with all my heart, I want to be a better man for them I want to be a father they will love and I want to cherish them. I do not want to cast them away as bastards born of a smallfolk girl, never to see their father, to forever look over their shoulders fearful of their fates for what they are." Aegon explained, his body trembling as he spoke, "I want to marry her, I want my children to be loved and kept close to me always. This is what I want not the crown so by all means bother take it, take it and do as you wish just let us go."

"You will leave the city. Tonight."

"I will I swear it." 

"If I hear you are in kings landing from dawn, I will remove your head, and hers, and theirs," Aemond warned,

"I know," Aegon nodded,

Aemond gave a solemn nod, the weight of his actions heavy upon him. He found himself contemplating if he truly desired this path, but deep down, he was unwavering in his decision. "Goodbye Aegon."

"Goodbye Brother." Aegon nodded, 

Aegon stood near the foot of the stairs, his gaze following his brother's every step as he ascended. With each passing moment, it felt as if an insurmountable distance was growing between them, deepening the ache in Aegon's heart. He couldn't shake the sense of finality, a resolute knowing that he would never lay eyes on his brother again. The thought was a heavy weight on his chest, threatening to consume him. Yet, as he turned away, it was Shela's embrace around Orland and Ophelia that provided him with a bittersweet reassurance. In that moment, he found solace in the belief that he had made the right choice, despite the pain it brought.

He fell to his knees and held Shela in his arms kissing her lips softly but the kiss full of love, when he pulled back he wiped her panicked tears and wrapped his arms around Orland and Ophelia giving both as many kisses as he could manage, 

"What.. are we to do Daddy?" Orland asked, 

Shela gazed at him, her eyes widening as a look of unease washed over her.

"...Pack all your toys little ones, we're going for a ride on daddy's dragon," He told them, 

The children were so eager to pack their toys that they didn't require any additional reminders. They meticulously gathered each and every toy, ensuring that nothing would be left behind.

"Shela we-"

"I know," she stopped him, "Pack their things, get them ready. And we shall leave... together."

"Together," He nodded giving her another kiss,