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 roar of the crowd echoed through the tournament grounds as Aegon walked onto the field, the cheers growing louder with each step. His name was announced with great fanfare: "Prince Aegon, brother to King Viserys I!"
He mounted his horse, feeling the familiar weight of his armor and the steady thrum of adrenaline in his veins. Today, he would prove his strength and skill, not just for himself but for his family.
The sound of his daughter's voice, filled with pride and excitement, stood out among the rest. He glanced up towards the box where his family and the council sat, and there she was, his beloved Vaerla, waving at him with a beaming smile.
A surge of confidence washed over him as he smirked, acknowledging her support. With determination in his eyes, he turned his attention to his First opponent, ready to face the challenge that awaited him.
The first round saw Aegon facing off against a knight from House Frey. The clash of lances was swift and decisive; Aegon's skill and precision were unmatched. He unseated his opponent with ease, eliciting a wave of applause from the spectators.
The second knight, a burly warrior from House Baratheon, put up a tougher fight, but Aegon's superior technique won out once more.
The third challenger, a formidable knight from House Tarly, pushed Aegon to his limits, but in the end, Aegon emerged victorious, the crowd's cheers swelling with each win.
As he circled the field, basking in his triumphs, Aegon's attention was drawn to the ongoing match between his brother Daemon and Ser Criston Cole. The battle was intense, with Daemon's fierce aggression matched by Ser Criston's unyielding defense. In a surprising turn, Ser Criston managed to best Daemon, sending him tumbling to the ground. The crowd gasped, and Aegon felt a mix of satisfaction as he watched Daemon rise, his pride visibly wounded.
Aegon's name was called once more, and he knew his next opponent would be Ser Criston Cole, the very knight who had just defeated his brother.
The tension was palpable as they faced off, the crowd silent with anticipation. The first pass saw both knights striking each other's shields with force, neither gaining the upper hand. On the second pass, Aegon adjusted his grip, his focus sharpening.
As they charged, he aimed true, striking Ser Criston's shield with a blow that unseated him, sending him crashing to the ground.
The crowd erupted in cheers, the sound almost deafening.
Breathing heavily, Aegon dismounted, his eyes scanning the stands. He spotted Rhaenyra, her face streaked with tears. His heart clenched with worry. Before he could process her distress, a hush fell over the crowd. A herald stepped forward, his voice trembling as he made a solemn announcement.
"People of King's Landing, I bring grave news. Queen Aemma and her child are dead."
The words hung in the air, a heavy silence settling over the tournament grounds. Aegon's triumph was instantly overshadowed by the weight of this devastating news.
