What if Alyssa and Baelon's third son Aegon lived to maturity. How would the dance of the dragon play out?
Aegon x Alicent x Laena x Rhaenyra
Why have one when you can have three!!!
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The setting shifts to a dreamy landscape of billowing clouds, through which Rhaenyra and Syrax make their grand entrance.
The duo makes their way towards the Red Keep, with the bustling city of King's Landing and the Dragon pit in the distance.
A ground-level shot captures Syrax's majestic flight over the city streets, before the dragon lands gracefully near the Dragonpit. Two Dragonkeepers cautiously approach, one of them brandishing a spear to keep the younger one at a safe distance.
"Dohaeras, Syrax," the elder Dragonkeeper commanded with authority. He glanced at the younger keeper and nodded in approval. "Umbas. Rybas." But Syrax remained defiant, roaring loudly and ignoring their commands.
Undeterred, Rhaenyra dismounted from Syrax's back and tenderly caressed the dragon's neck. She removed her glove, feeling the warmth of the dragon's scales beneath her fingertips. Her gaze then shifted towards Ser Harrold, who was mounted on his horse nearby.
"Welcome back, Princess," Ser Harrold greeted her with a respectful bow, his voice filled with genuine concern. "I trust your ride was pleasant."
Rhaenyra couldn't help but smirk at his words, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Try not to look too relieved, ser," she replied playfully, her steps leading her towards the awaiting carriage where Alicent, her loyal companion, awaited her.
"I am relieved. Every time that golden beast brings you back unspoiled, it saves my head from a spike." Rhaenyra just smiled at him before looking at Alicent who came out of the carriage.
"Syrax is growing quickly." Alicent looked at the dragon." She'll soon be as large as Caraxes."
"That's almost large enough to saddle two," Rhaenyra told her.
"I believe I'm quite content as a spectator, thank you," Alicent remarked with a smile, earning a warm smile from Rhaenyra in return.
The journey down the dusty road to the castle seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. Rhaenyra and Alicent strolled through the bustling courtyard of the Red Keep, their footsteps echoing against the ancient stone walls.
They navigated through the labyrinthine halls, their anticipation growing with each step, until finally, they reached the door to Aemma's room. Inside, the air was filled with a sense of serenity as Aemma, her belly swollen with life, reclined on a plush couch. Attentive servants bustled around her, ensuring her every comfort.
Aemma looked up to see her daughter." Ah... Rhaenyra." Rhaenyra and Alicent walked in the room." You know I don't like you to go flying while I'm in this condition."
"You don't like me to go flying while you're in any condition." Rhaenyra said to her mother. Aemma looked at Alcient who bowed her head." Your Grace."
"Good morrow, Alicent."
"Did you sleep?" Rhaenyra said and took a seat in a chair in front of her mother." I slept."
"How long?" Rhaenyra questioned.
"I don't need mothering, Rhaenyra."
"Well, here you are, surrounded by attendants," Rhaenyra remarked, glancing at the servants." All focused on the babe. Someone has to attend to you."
"You will lie in this bed soon enough, Rhaenyra." Aemma commented. Rhaenyra's expression showed her displeasure." This discomfort is how we serve the realm." Rhaenyra shook her head.
"I'd rather serve as a knight and ride to battle and glory," Rhaenyra retorted, her voice filled with a fervor that belied her young age. Aemma chuckled at her words, shaking her head gently.
"We have royal wombs, you and I. The child bed is our battlefield," Aemma said, her tone carrying the weight of resigned wisdom.
Rhaenyra turned away, her gaze distant as she absorbed her mother's words. "We must learn to face it with a stiff lip. Now take a bath. You stink of dragon."
As Rhaenyra was getting up, they all heard a distant roaring outside. The sound grew louder, and they hurried to the window to see a massive dragon, flying towards the castle. Rhaenyra's face lit up with a smile as she exclaimed, "Uncle Aegon is here."
Aemma's eyes softened as she looked at her daughter. "I miss him. It has been eleven years since I have seen my cousin."
Rhaenyra nodded, sharing in her mother's sentiment. "I'll tell you everything that happens."
With that, Rhaenyra and Alicent hurried out of the room, their excitement palpable. They raced through the corridors of the Red Keep, their footsteps echoing off the stone walls. The castle was abuzz with the news of Aegon's arrival, and they had to weave through throngs of courtiers and servants.
They reached the council hall, pushing past the gathered nobles and advisors to get to the throne room. The girls slipped inside and stood among the crowd, eyes fixed on the grand doors.
Viserys was already seated on the Iron Throne, his face a mix of anticipation and calm authority. Otto Hightower, the Hand of the King, stood beside him, his expression unrecognized.
The room fell silent as the heavy doors creaked open. Aegon strode in, his presence commanding the attention of everyone present. He paused just inside, scanning the room with a dramatic flair that left everyone curious about what would happen next.
