HOTD SI: The Bloody Prince (OC x Rhaenyra)(OC x Alicent)

Part 5

Chapter 5

VISERYS TARGARYEN

The Great Council of 101AC had left the realm with a divide that existed to this day. A divide that should have been eradicated years ago, if not for the constant tragedies faced by him.

It was a tragedy that despite being over ten years into his reign, the King had yet to have an heir of his own. Though Daemon was his heir, he was not blind to his brother's faults, though he considered them to be less of a problem, unlike the rest of the court.

Yet the realm needed an heir. He needed an heir, yet the Gods had been cruel to him and the love of his life. Five times she had gotten with child, yet none had lived beyond their infancy and he had no son of his own to call a Prince.

Yet this time would be different. He could feel it, the news of Queen's pregnancy had rekindled his hope, and he had an inkling that this would be the time. That he would finally have his Prince, he would finally have a son of his own.

After all, their family was known for their dreams, and he had seen it in his dreams, clear as a day, seeing himself placing a crown atop his child's head.

And so, to welcome his heir, he had organized a tourney in his name, the greatest the realm had yet seen to welcome the Prince and heir of the realm.

"Was it truly necessary?" he asked his wife as she sat in her bed, asking about how she had forced him to write a letter to the Vale, demanding the presence of the realm's only Prince to the capital.

Aegon Targaryen, his brother's son had only inflamed the rift already present between his brother and his Lady wife, though through no fault of his own. And citing him as an insult to himself, his brother had left Runsetone and had never stepped foot back there despite various attempts of his own and their kin.

His lady wife had proven herself to be equally stubborn and had kept his son away from him over the years, and despite him nearly becoming an adult, the Prince had yet to step foot in the capital.

However, that would change, with Aemma and Rhaenyra forcing his hand in sending a rather stern letter to the Lady of the Vale and Lady Royce over making sure that Aegon came to the capital on this celebratory occasion.

"It was. Aegon is Rhaenyra's cousin and my nephew, let alone Prince of the realm; he must at least come to meet us for once," she replied sharply, and that was the end of the argument; he had long learned never to argue with her when she was so sharp with her words.

"But you are aware of the situation with Daemon," he added, and she nodded.

"And that is where you should rein him in. He is your brother, and Aegon is his son, let alone your nephew. I still do not get why he is so cold to his own son, especially one as accomplished as this," she said.

And that was another reason he had never truly pushed hard against this. For Aegon was a Prince, a Prince who could affect the balance of power at court, shifting it either way. And then there was the fact that Aegon represented everything he did not have. The boy's fame nearly rivaled that of his own father.

Daemon was famous throughout the realm as the Rogue Prince, and his skill with a blade was revered by thousands. And his blood had burnt true, with Aegon having been knighted barely into his teens for rescuing Lady Jeyne and putting down the rebellion from one of her cousins.

According to the rumors, the child had slain more than half a dozen men, and had defeated the leader of the rebellion himself, and at the end of it was drenched in the blood of his enemies from head to toe and so had gained a moniker nearly as pompous as his father.