Aegon Targaryen, the youngest child of Baelon and Alyssa Targaryen, was born in the year 92 AC. His birth was bittersweet, as his mother, Alyssa, passed away during childbirth. The infant prince was thus cradled in sorrow as his mother was laid to e...
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Aegon's Pov,
Day of the Tourney,
Strolling through the corridors of the Red Keep, which is unusually quiet with the crowds drawn to the tourney, I learned that Aemma is in labor. I intend to visit her before I take part in the jousting, where I plan to unseat some overconfident knights from their steeds. To ensure a fair contest, I've decided to compete as a Mystery Knight, for if they knew my true identity, they might restrain themselves, and that's not the victory I desire.
As I enter the room, the wet nurses and the maester turn in my direction, while Aemma lies on the bed, her brow glistening with sweat, a clear sign of her agony. "Oh, Your Grace, you honor me," she gasps, as I approach the bedside. "I wanted to see you, and I hope the next time we meet, you'll be cradling your child," I offer, my smile warm and reassuring. She nods in acknowledgment, then suddenly clenches up, a grunt escaping her as she endures another wave of pain.
"Grandsire always said that the Iron Throne is far more dangerous than the dragon saddle, but I think I would take it over this any day." I say and she can't stop the breathless chuckle that leaves her lips as she turns to look at me.
"You're going to compete, they wo... won't like it." She grunts out as she looks my armor over. "Well if I fall, Viserys his heir will be born.... he's been speaking weeks about that he knows this is a boy, to be honest nothing will make it grow a cock but still." I say before leaning down and placing a kiss against her forehead.
"Be safe." She says and I give her a nod. "Always, and when I return I will make sure these people will all leave you alone." I say with a soft smile before walking away from her and out of the chamber.
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Sitting on top of my horse we soon all ride onto the field as Daemon prince of the city will chose his first opponent I hope it's me so I can knock him off his bloody horse.
"Prince Daemon of House Targaryen, Prince of the City, will now choose his first opponent!" Seeing my brother move up and down the line with his smug smile he soon points his lance towards Otto's son and I should have known it.
"For his first challenge, Prince Daemon Targaryen chooses Ser Gwayne Hightower of Oldtown, eldest son of the Hand of the King." And with that we ride off of the field again, my first opponent is than some Frey boy.
Seeing Daemon and Gerald move up and down the field on his second turn Daemon knocks or well he didn't knock him off he bloody made the horse trip by shoving his lance in front of it. Bloody arogonat fool.
"And than now Ser Wald Frey against the Mystery Knight!" The announcer says and I nudge my horse forward as my lance is being handed to me by some stable boy I just have 5 golden dragons to be my 'squire'.
