The Bastard Prince

8

"Fuck you. I told you we should've sent our dragons. And now look what's happened. Daemon, of all people, has taken Harrenhal. I give you a job, and now you just sit there. It's your fucking castle!" Aegon yells at Larys.

"Well, that castle is more crippled than I am, Your Grace." Larys speaks, and I roll my eyes and Aegon scoffs. "It's like to drive Daemon to madness as he attempts to make use of it. It is beyond his faculties. It is also penniless, as I happily control all of its gold. So, as Harrenhal saps Daemon's resolve, the false queen remains trapped on her island, and Ser Criston continues felling castles in the Crownlands."

Aegon stammers." Wh– I need to be informed of these things if I am to make informed rulings. I will not be made to look a fool in front of my allies and enemies." Aegon says and I speak after him..

" Harrenhal must wait, your Grace."

"Ser Criston is marching on Rook's Rest." Aemond speaks up after me.

"Rook's Re-A pathetic prize. I gave no such command–" I interupt him.

"The castle is small, weakly defended, and Lord Staunton sits on Rhaenyra's council." I say walking around Aegon to the war board. I move things around as Aemond keeps going where I left off.

"After Cole smashes it, we'll have Dragonstone effectively cut off by land. This war will not be won with dragons alone, but with dragons flying behind armies of men." Aemond finishes.

"No! Have him turn about. I want Harrenhal back." Aegon snaps and moves the war bored around.

"Cole is already preparing his attack." I speak up.

"Uh, how-how do you know this?" Aegon asks.

"He sent word to us." Aemond speaks up pionting between himself and me.

"To you? The both of you? The three of you have been plotting... without my authority?" Aegon asks.

Aemond sighs." You had more pressing matters to attend to." Aemond switches to our second language, High Valyrian." Such as holding your court, choosing your sobriquet, and naming imbecilic lickspittles to our kingsguard." Aemond hums. I clear my throat.

"This is a wise strategy my king." I speak up. Aegon takes a drink.

Aegon attempts to speak High Valyrian." I can have to... make a ... war?" He trys.

Aemond hums once more." Harrenhal is a useful morass."

"I agree, it will keep Daemon well- occupied while we strengthen our host and weaken Rhaenyra's support on the mainland." I speak up

"We will deal with it in the Riverlands in time. But right now. Rook's Rest is an easy target and a worthy effort. Don't you agree, my king?" Aemond finishes.

"I must leave quickly if Im to catch up with Cole in time." I walk with Aemond to my chambers and he follows me in, Im quick to grab my riding gear and strip out of my clothes and change.

"Aemond, I need you to do me a favor and look over things here. I know Aegon hasn't always been the most kind, but we're family and we must look out for each other." I say as I finish dressing.

"He's gotten better, his friends and him visited a whore house the other day, and found me laying with a whore, they made fun of me and he threatened them. It was the first time I felt him as my true brother." He speaks up and I grab the back of his neck and we knock our heads together." Good luck brother." Aemond whispers.

"Pray for me." I tell him and he nods. I head out of the castle and call for Meraxes, I lean my face against hers.

"Naejot vīlībāzma ñuha jorrāelagon, istin epagon ao naejot vīlībagon istin tolī." I speak to her and she rumbles as I climb her side and get into the saddle.

Once Im situated I fly out to the spot Criston and I agreed too.

I see the signal and smile as I pat Meraxes side.

"Its time my girl!" I shout, I look up and frown as I see a dragon fly above, my frown deepens when I see it looks like Sunfyre.

"Fucking hell! sōvegon!" I yell and Meraxes runs a little to gain the momentum to fly.

By the time I catch up Sunfyre and Meleys are fighting.

"Angos Meleys, Meraxes!" I tell Meraxes and she lets out a roar making both dragon rider look at me with wide eyes.

Meraxes rips Meleys from Sunfyre and Meleys falls a little before catching herself.

"Leave Aegon!" I yell at him.

"But-"

"I said go!" I shout at him as I direct Meraxes to hit Meleys straight on, Meraxes and Meleys feet connect, Meleys and Meraxes throw fire against each others as we plummet towards the ground in the dance if the dragons.

Meleys lets go of meraxes and I groan as I pull on the riens to get Meraxes to go higher.

I look around for the other shedragon and see she was headed back for Aegon. Sunfrye attacks Meleys with Fire but Meleys scratches Sunfyres chest and sunfrye goes down, I make Meraxes dive for them and I yell as I feel a burn on my back. Sunfry seems to level themself back out and I turn and attack Meleys head on.

Meraxes grabs at a wing and tears making Meleys cry out throwing her head back, and as she does that Meraxes goes in for the kill, she grabs Meleys by her throat and flys us high tearing her throat out. I look around and see Aegon has landed his dragon. Blood gushes out of the wound and I make eye contact with Rheanys, the Queen who never was as she and her Dragon fall to their death.

I pant and groan as the wound on my back pulses now that the adrenaline leaves my body know I'm safe.

Meraxes slowly lands I groan as I slide down her side and make my way to Aegon.

"Are you alright?" I ask him and he nods with wide eyes," What about Sunfyre, is he okay?" I ask walking closer only to stumble into his arms and shout as he touches my back.

Someone helps me to stand and I see Criston.

"Your wounded, you should take the king back to the castle, they have surrendered." He says and I nod.

"Wait-" Aegon speaks but I interrupt.

"Get your ass back on your dragon, we are going home!" I snap at him. He nods with wide eyes and climbs his Dragon, I struggle to climb mine and can feel blood drip down my back.

Once on, I notice my body shake from the pain.

"Home, Meraxes." I speak and she takes off after Aegon on Sunfyre.

*Naejot vīlībāzma ñuha jorrāelagon, istin epagon ao naejot vīlībagon istin tolī: To battle my love, I must ask you to fight once more.

*sōvegon: fly