Aegon's Pov,
As I enter the gods wood, I'm greeted by the sight of Rhaenyra resting her head on Alicent's lap, prompting a chuckle and a shake of my head. "I had the impression you both were to learn valuable lessons from the Septa today," I remark, approaching with a concealed hand.
"Your Grace, please accept our apologies," Alicent stammers, rising and bowing, causing Rhaenyra's head to tumble onto the grass. "I was quite comfortable, Kepa," Rhaenyra protests, to which I respond with another head shake.
"Then I shall take my leave and allow you your comfort," I offer, but Rhaenyra quickly sits up. "I didn't suggest you should leave, you seem troubled," she observes, and as I arch an eyebrow, she mirrors the action.
"Shouldn't you be with your nose in the book, and not into my business Rhaenyra?" I counter as Alicent holds a book in her hands. "There's nothing new in there, all the same old same."
"And still you didn't tell me who Princess Nymeria took to husband when she arrived in Dorne." Alicent says and it makes Rhaenyra roll her eyes as she gets up. "Princess Nymeria led her Rhoynar across the Narrow Sea on 10,000 ships to flee their Valyrian pursuers. She took Lord Mors Martell of Dorne to husband and burned her own fleet off Sunspear to show her people that they were finished running." Rhaenyra says as Alicent opens the book and well the girl is right about her anwser."What are you doing?!" Alicent says in disbelief as Rhaenyra rips the page out of the book. "So you remember."
"If, if the Septa sees this book, then-" Alicent says before Rhaenyra speaks and her words make a small chuckle leave my lips. "Fuck the Septa."
"Rhaenyra!"
"So are you going to tell me why your here, worrying about?" Rhaenyra says as she walks overt to me. "Go home Rhaenyra the hour has grown late."
"Is that a command, your grace?" The teasingly counters. "Maybe it is, maybe it isn't either way go home." I say as I lean down and press a kiss against the side of her head. "Alright Kepa.... come on Alicent."
"Enjoy your evening your grace." Alicent says with a small bow of her head. "Thank you, Lady Alicent." I say before they walk one way and I walk another as the night wishes to fall but the sun so far has been pushing it back.
A part of me worries, Daemon wishes the throne, and so does Otto Hightower...... and unlike with me he can whisper to Viserys...... influence him. I don't think Viserys would ever usurper me but Otto? When I had my coronation and am able to really rule he'll be out of the council. Things will change, and I hope they'll change for the better.
Like the stepstones, Viserys should send ships and men.... even bloody Daemon with Caraxes to make sure the routes don't fall in the wrong hands and yet he wishes to look away... scared to start a war.Am I willing to go to war? I would rather not but I know that we need those routes and can't give them to this Crab feeder. Hearing something fly overhead soon a small smile forms on my lips as Vermithor moves to land in the gardens...... and it's not like her really fits. He's the second largest dragon alive, the dragon that was once my grandfathers and is now mine.
"Hello my friend." I softly say as I walk over to him and he releases a purring like sound as my hand moves over his snout while he leans into my touch. "It's coming closer and closer, and even now I already feel the weight of the crown on my shoulder while I'm not even wearing it yet."
"Do you ever miss him? I do, he always said that I was the best of us all.... the best of him. I think he was the best of us all." I breathe out as I look up to the moon that's starting to come into view as the sun is losing the battle with the darkness that comes with night.
"You know I always speak to you, and you never say anything back.... .would be nice for once." I add and it makes a low growl leave the dragons mouth as a chuckle leaves mine. "I know, I know let's fly.... maybe it will clear my mind a bit." I say as I make my way onto the saddle while Vermithor moves to stand up straight and soon he has to push his large body off of the ground as we fly towards the sunset through the calm sky.
The Next Day,
Walking or more like marching into the small council chamber my eyes dart around for the man who's maning half of my bloody city! But he's nowhere to be found. "Where is he."
"Your grace.""Where is he Viserys." I lowly say and he rises from his chair. "I have handled it Aegon, no need to worry about it." He says calmly but I am far from calm right now. "You handled it? Did that involve him being send to Runestone... to his wife? Did that involve him not having the power you've given him anymore! He butchered and manend half of the bloody city and you're standing there looking me in my bloody eyes and saying you handled it!" I bite his way as I hear a loud dragons roar from above as Vermithor feels my anger.
"What would you wish for me to do?"
"Send him away! Take action and show some backbone!" I retort as the council members glance back and forth between us. "Lord Strong, I desire that your son Harwin joins the City Watch. He will command and ensure that events like last night's do not occur again without my knowledge. Furthermore, Daemon is to be stripped of his position effective immediately," I declare, and the man stands, nodding respectfully.
"Your Grace, it is a great honor. I will inform my son at once," he replies, bowing once more before departing. Harwin is a decent and honorable man; our paths have crossed several times over the years... I would prefer him in command of two thousand men rather than Daemon.
"Your brother is the Lord Protector until you come of age, defying his wis—" Otto begins, but I swiftly interrupt him. "Defying his wishes? My brother is Lord Protector to represent my interests, is he not? I am no mere child, Otto, to be dismissed. In a few months, I shall be crowned as my grandfather intended. So why delay what is bound to happen? He will leave his post now, or he will do so when I am crowned."
"We know Aegon in some moons it is your name day and we are all gladdened that you can take the throne as Jaehearys wished it, the feasts and tourneys will be spoken of for years when you truly will sit on the Iron Throne with Blackfyre and Aegon's crown like our grandsire wished it." Viserys says as he walks over and places his hand on my shoulder while given it a reassuring squeeze.
"You'll do good don't let Daemon cloud your mind and if you wish Ser Harwin to be commander of the City Watch instead of Daemon that it shall happen, you are our king after all." He adds and I release a sigh. "Just see that it gets done, criminals should know that there are consequences for their crimes..... but that wasn't the way." I say as I shake Viserys his hand off of my shoulder and walk out of the room again.
He handled it, he did nothing and gives Daemon all this power. And than Otto the moment I can look him in the eye and say bye, don't come back, your no longer hand of the king...... I will keep that day with me till I die.
Slamming into someone I am quick to grab the person by the hips to stop her from falling over before I see it's none other than Alicent. "Y-your grace, forgive me I was not paying any atten-"
"It's alright Alicent, it can happen.... are you okay though?" I ask her as I let her hips go and she shyly nods her head. "Yes, your grace.""You do know you can call me Aegon, right?" I say, and her eyes widen in surprise. "But you're the king; no, I should use the proper title when addressing you," she responds quickly, and I let out a small chuckle.
"As your father keeps reminding me, I'm not king yet. So, feel free to call me Aegon," I tell her with a gentle smile, which causes her to look down at her hands. Following her gaze, I notice she's picking at the skin on her fingers, and a frown forms on my face.
"You're far too beautiful to be nervous around me, Alicent. I'll leave you now... enjoy your day."
Author's Note,
I'm far to nice to all of you guys! But since I'm going on my holiday I thought let me be nice..... so vote and comment! 75 votes is the next one up!

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