Dragon Princess || Aegon II Targaryen

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King Viserys I Targaryen was a good man. No one could deny it.

He was a king who did everything to preserve the peace his predecessor had achieved and to maintain political stability in Westeros. However, he was also seen as weak. A king without any ambition to leave a legacy. To outshine his grandfather and have his name marked in history.

No, he didn't strive to have his name written in the hearts of his people. Neither for good reasons, like King Jaehaerys I, nor for bad reasons, like Maegor, the Cruel. No. Viserys was passive, letting time decide for him, too focused on his prophecies and his small replica of Valyria.

He was not a present father for any of his children either. That is, in the lives of any of his children sharing a bloodline with Alicent Hightower.

When Aegon was born, Viserys saw in him the opportunity to fulfill the prophecy of Aegon the Conqueror. But, all this euphoria lasted for two years, finally putting the young boy aside, as well as his sisters and brother. Now all his attention and care were, once again, dedicated to Rhaenyra, his eldest daughter from his first marriage.

Rhaenyra had always been a difficult princess. Disregarding her duties, behaving as a rebellious young woman, and even abdicating her virtue out of pure whim. Yet she was his sunshine. The girl born of love and whom he watched become an incredible woman. An heir worthy of sitting in the Iron Throne. A future queen who would rule with a good heart, strength and be fair to all. She was the apple of his eye and, although Viserys would never admit it, he probably loved his grandchildren more than the rest of his own children.

The only one who escaped this neglect was Rhaenys. Not because of her gentle nature, which seemed to capture the hearts of those who crossed her path. No. It was only because she was the only one rather close to Rhaenyra and which permitted small encounters when Viserys visited his oldest.

That being said, saying that this father and his youngest daughter were close was a heavy misinterpretation. So, he was very surprised to see the door to his chambers open and see the little princess enter.

Looking at her, and leaving his Old Valyria unintended for a moment, he watched Rhaenys walking closer to him. She was growing more beautiful by the day, and Viserys knew she would become a lovely princess, the honor of any lord to have as a wife.

Perhaps he shouldn't make the same mistake he made with Rhaenyra and wait for the young lady to find a lord she might come to love. Perhaps he should talk to Otto as soon as possible and betroth Rhaenys to a young lord. To the Starks, maybe? Yes, Viserys knew of the family's honorable reputation and Lord Rickon Stark had a son a little older than Rhaenys. About Aegon's age if he wasn't mistaken.

He must speak to Otto at once.

"Father," she greeted, walking up to him, seeing his model of Valyria. "Oh... What is this?"

"This, my child, is the model of the place where your ancestors lived for centuries. Where we came from. Where our dragons came from. Valyria. Before it's doom," Viserys explained, looking at his work with pride. Pride that he reserved only for these moments or for his eldest daughter.

It was the first time Rhaenys had entered her father's chambers, and she felt quite uncomfortable. The truth was that Rhaenys had no bond with her father.

It was strange to know that neither her mother nor her father were invested in her life. It was strange to be aware that she could only count on her siblings, who were the same age as her and couldn't help her with anything, and on Ser Arryk Cargyll, her personal guard. Who could she turn to? Her grandfather? Otto Hightower, who looked at them as if they were pieces in a game only he played? No.