A Bastards Revenge • Aemond Targaryen • Season 2

1.10

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Aenys sat beside his fireplace with a letter open in his lap. His eyes watched the flames dance above the charred ember when his peace was disrupted. "Your grace...the boy you requested." Daario announces, his dark eyes examining the prince's form.

Aenys looked away from the furnace, and his gaze landed on a stern-faced teen.  "You summoned me?" The young blackwood asked, with a straightened spine. The prince stood, keeping his face clear of pain as he approached. "I heard you started the battle down in Riverrun and survived." Aenys states, tilting his head as he examines the male, from his broken nose to his twin daggers.

The knight nodded, tilting his head up in pride. "aye."

Aenys hums, "For that, I want to honor you. I have sent your lord a request to have you become the heir's sworn sword." Aenys says

The knight's eyes widen and his hands slacken, which had been crossed before him. "Your grace...that is too great an honor." He breathes. Aenys offers him an amused grin. "Ser Davos, you proved to your house and the house of the one true Queen, that you are honorable, defending the Queen's name when insulted. You ignored the vile lies the greens spout into the traitor's ear. I fear it's almost not enough. Think it over, I'll be waiting for your answer." Aenys says and just as he's about to dismiss the knight.

"I don't need to think it over. I accept." Davos says

Aenys grins, he then nods to Daario. "Daario will see to your accumulation, and soon you will meet with Queen herself. Once you get her approval, you will be just under Ser Lorent and Ser Steffon." Aenys says

Davos bows, "And what of my duties with my house." Davos asks as he raises himself. Aenys slowly approaches, humming to himself. "Your lord will understand and will find your replacement, it should be enough that he has a member of his house in the Queensguard. Do not trouble yourself with minor things." Aenys says

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Once the Blackwood was escorted to his new chamber, Aenys allowed himself to relax, leaning over his desk to relieve the sting that stretched across his back. Suddenly and without warning the doors to his chambers slam open, making Aenys sigh and look up. Jace stormed in, his curly hair flaring out like a lion's mane as he stomped over.

"Mother is missing, we need to gather the council and I need you to lead it." Jace states

Aenys lifts a singular brow. "I have not been to a single meeting in quite a long time, leave the leading to Rhaenys and Rhaenyra." Aenys grunts as he straightens back up. Jace scoffs. "The Queen could be in danger! The council will only listen to you." Jace states

Aenys sighs, reaching over and grabbing his wine, drinking the whole thing in one gulp before slamming it back on his desk. Aenys dark eyes meet his brothers. "You need to settle down, brother. Allow your mother some reprieve, she has Syrax. She will not endanger herself purposefully." Aenys says

Jace plants his hands on the wooden table, bringing his face close to his brothers. "She's not been the same since Luke's death. I don't know her." Jace says "Careful brother." Aenys warns

Jace scoffs and he pushes away, pacing the room as he runs his fingers through his hair. "I am scared brother." Jace says, facing Aenys once again. "I can't lose her like I lost Luke. I feel fucking powerless, stuck here, unable to do anything. And don't give me that crap about patience. I have been patient....We can die at any moment and we are doing nothing." Jace says

Aenys stares at his brother before striding over, he grabs Jace and pulls him into a fierce hug. "Jace." Aenys whispers

Jace was still in his brother's hold before he completely relaxed. "We will win this war, I will see to it. No matter what it takes." Aenys says as he pulls away, meeting his brother's red gaze. "And you will get your revenge." Aenys says

"Do you promise?" Jace asks

Aenys is suddenly hit by the image of Luke, a young and innocent Luke.

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Years ago.

Aenys is attracted to the sounds of crying, making his way through the keep. The young Targaryen peered over the stone ledge that separated the keep from the gardens. He spots young Luke sobbing in between his knees with his arms wrapped around his legs.

Aenys looked around, hoping to find someone who could help. He was never good at comfort, barely received it himself. Aenys sighs, bringing his hand up to his mouth and gently biting at his nails before lowering it and walking around so he can step into the gardens.

The prince slowly approached the shaking form, softly clearing his throat. Luke's head pops up, revealing his snot-covered face. The young prince quickly sniffled and he wiped away his face, turning red. "Aenys, uh, hi." Luke stuttered, embarrassed to have been caught. "A-are you okay?" Aenys asks

Luke looked down at his hands, flushing, getting upset. "It's nothing." Luke whispers

Aenys rolls his tongue across his teeth, slowly kneeling at his young nephew's side. "It's clearly not nothing." Aenys says as he settles down on the grass. Luke sniffled, "Aemond hates me." Luke whispers

Aenys brows lifted, that was not what he expected. "Is this about the prank?" Aenys asks

Luke nodded. "Aegon told me it was harmless fun...I didn't mean to upset him." Luke whispers before he looks up and meets Aenys violet eyes. "I-I went to him, hoping we could read together like we did before, but he shouted at me, calling me....he called me a bastard." Luke whispers the last part.

Aenys hums, what did the poor boy expect? Aenys didn't say that, instead, he placed a hand on his shoulder. "Don't listen to him....he's sensitive and he lashed out. People who are humiliated tend to say things they do not mean." Aenys says

Luke's wide brown eyes stare up at Aenys innocently, "Do you promise?" Luke asks

Aenys chuckles, knocking his shoulder against Luke's. "Yes, I promise. Now go and bring him some sweets, it tends to win over a favor. It certainly will win mine over." Aenys teases, earning a giggle.

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A/N

Some angst with a dose of fluff. Who do you think the letter is from.....