Aenys has returned and for revenge. No title mattered when it came to family.
With the death of his ward, the boy he saw as a son, he knew nothing can stand in the way, not even love.
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Aenys Revenge
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"Kneel!"
Aemond watched his former para...
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Aenys stood on the sandy shore, watching as his men left for Dorne, his dragon curled in a ball just behind him. The prince waited patiently, watching as Larys approached, limping with every step he took.
"You kept me waiting." Aenys says with a dull drawl, keeping his hand on his sword, barely acknowledging Larys struggles. The clubfoot lets out a harsh breath, "I apologize, it was a long walk from the castle...I understand you have use for me." Larys says, feeling the phantom pain where Aenys had stabbed him in the thigh. While it was healing, it damaged his leg even more.
Aenys lets out a hum. "See that Lord Otto is displaced as hand." Aenys says
Larys lets out a choked noise, "What? That's impossible?" Larys says
Aenys chuckles, "I trust in your capabilities, Lord Strong, even I can admit you have a way with words. Aegon is a vulnerable, weak boy who seeks validation from his people and his countrymen. You should have no issue in the matter." Aenys says
Larys swallows the bile in his throat, but he nods. "As you wish my prince." Larys says
Aenys stares in disgust but he dismisses the man, watching as he limps away.
Aenys strides over to his dragon, gently caressing their warm side. "Tyrraxes." Aenys whispers fondly, just before pulling himself onto the dragon's back. "Sōvegon." Aenys orders, tugging on the reigns.
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Dragonstone.
Aenys lands his dragon beside the dragon keepers, unbuckling the saddle before jumping down. "Take good care of them, they've been rather restless as of late." Aenys says, shoving his gloves in the hands of a valet.
"Your grace..." His valet speaks up, catching the prince's attention. "What is it?" Aenys asks
The valet swallows nervously, "It's your mother."
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Aenys marches to the cells, a dark look in his eyes. He spots his father approaching and he quickens his stride. "How dare you!?" Aenys exclaims, shoving at his father's shoulder as they come at arm's length. Daemon only sneers, "Watch it, boy. Your ire is on the wrong parent." Daemon sneers
"I don't care about what she has done! That is my mother! I will not have her treated like an animal!" Aenys exclaims, his fist balling at his side, struggling not raising another hand on his father. "SHE HELPED USURP RHAENYRA'S THRONE!" Daemon exclaims
"I don't care." Aenys sneers, shocking his father. "She's my mother, I don't care about what she did." Aenys says
Daemon watches him with anger, approaching his son until they are inches away from each other. "You deserve to be in that dungeon along with her, you are no son of mine." Daemon hisses before walking away, slamming his shoulder against his son.
Aenys doesn't turn to watch his father leave, his fingers digging into his palm before continuing to the dungeons.
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Mysaria stared out the dungeon's slim window, watching as a dragon flew overhead when she heard the cell doors open. "I thought you left, Daemon. I have no more to say." Mysaria says
Aenys stared at his mother's haggard form, his heart breaking at the sight of her. "Mother." Aenys breathes
Mysaria whirls around with a gasp, her eyes widening before striding over and gathering her boy in her arms. "My boy!" Mysaria breathes into his chest, her fingers digging into his arms as if to drag him closer. Aenys sighs softly, allowing himself to relax, tipping his head down in order to kiss on top of her head, ignoring the smell of dirt and bile. "Mother you're here." Aenys whispers
Mysaria begins to shake in his son's arms, silently sobbing.
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The two sit on the hard bench, side by side in silence. Mysaria looks up, staring at the side of her son's head. "He told you, didn't he?" Mysaria says, her throat parched.
Aenys looks down at his mother, nodding. "How can you do this mother?" Aenys asks
Mysaria shakes her head softly. "It was for you, my love, I did this for you. I feared what might become of you if Daemon came to power." Mysaria says
Aenys stares at her in disbelief. "That was not something you should fear, mother. I married a Queen, I was to be at her side. I would be there, away from father! Now with your hand, I am stuck here, alone." Aenys says
"I see that now and I am deeply sorry, please understand that." Mysaria says
Aenys gently caresses the side of her face, smiling sadly. "You will make it up to me...for now you will stay here...I will attempt to speak on your behalf to the Queen, but I make no promises. If her verdict is death, I will protect you. I will always protect you, but we must do this honorably. Do you understand?" Aenys asks
Mysaria nods, leaning into his touch. "Of course." Mysaria says
Aenys sighs, looking down at the rags that were her dress. "I will also have the guards fetch you some new clothes. I can't promise you that they are Lys silk." Aenys says, earning a small laugh from his mother. "Anything is better than this." Mysaria says, remembering the beautiful dress her son had gifted her when he was young, it was beautiful.
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Aenys entered the throne room with Esmond striding at his side, once he entered he approached his sister's. Baela offers him a smile, despite their father's glare on them. Rhaena stood on his other side, gently taking his hand, needing his comfort as much as he needed hers, both mourning the same loss.
"Where's Jace?" Aenys asks, meeting Baela's gaze. The princess lightly shook her head. Jace was a mess in his chambers, not suited to appear at council. With a sigh, he nods.
"Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen!" Ser Erryk begins, appearing at the entrance of the war room, his face stoic as he announces the Queen's return. Aenys straightens, as does the rest of the council. "The First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm." Erryk finishes
Rhaenyra continued to stride forward, her hair a disarray, with her clothing dirty and ripped. Days spent without sleep are shown on her face.
Daemon approached his wife, whispering gently in her ear. "Did you find what you needed?" Daemon asks, receiving a sad mournful nod before she leaves his side and walks toward the fireplace on the other end of the war table.
"Your council stands at the ready, Your Grace. I will fly to Harrenhal at your command and set our toehold in the Riverlands." Daemon says, carefully watching the Queen, her silence speaking volumes of her grief.
"Your Grace, my lord husband's blockade of the Gullet moves into place. All seaborne travel and trade to King's Landing will soon be cut off." Rhaenys says, looking towards Rhaenyra.
Her eyes slowly moved up from the table, meeting her husband's gaze.
"I want Aemond Targaryen." Rhaenrya breathes, effectively silencing the council.
