They say the gods flip a coin when a Targaryen is born.
Aerion Targaryen is coin never stopped spinning.
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When the only son of the King and his affair meets the eyes of Sereia for the first time, he thinks himself blessed by...
There's a scene in this chapter that is viewer discretion advised. Involves minors and underaged activities. Scenes such as this happen in the actual book series. Game of Thrones and House of Dragon's aren't for the feint of heart. I almost didn't want to post because I'm afraid someone will report despite me putting this here :( These sort of scenes (consensual or not) makes me ill to even imagine and I DON'T enjoy writing it but I can do it for plot purposes to further progress the story. So please, read with caution and skip over it. I'll put a note at the end that explains what happened. I will put ~~~ when such things occur and another ~~~ when it ends.
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Within days, Alysanne gives birth to what they call her winter child, fore the woman was not expected to make it full term.
And within a few weeks, Aerion finds out exactly how he feels about each sibling that still lives in this castle and why he feels the way he does.
His relationship with Aemon hadn't suffered terribly, the two often exchanging letters although at least half of them consisted of Rhaenys is scribbles and Jocelyn's gossip and details of their well-beings rather than Aemon actually replying. The eldest attempted to rectify that by spending as much time with the younger whenever he wasn't away performing his expected duties.
Then there was Maegella who at first wanted to know all about Aerion's time on Dragonstone, away from Kings Landing, living without the KIng or Queen breathing down their necks, and the younger indulged her. But her fascination faded as well as his interest to entertain her.
The two were not as they were when they were children, that much was obvious.
Vaegon hadn't changed much. He was still a recluse and preferred the company of his books and scrolls to that of the outside wilderness where Aerion often found himself. Although, rather than wilderness, it was the backends of Kingslanding. Aerion found great amusement among the poor who joyfully drank themselves dead than Vaegon who curled his lips and turned away. It was safe to say that despite being closer in age to each other than their older brothers, their likes were far different than they'd prefer. Aerion had tried to study and Vaegon had tried to indulge but neither could compromise.
Funny how different the two could be, acting the opposite of each other is ages.
The opinions on his sisters though...were interesting to say the least.
It irritated him how afraid Daella had become of the world, no thanks to her mother, if Aerion had to guess.
She had attempted to follow him around, strike up timid conversations that, while he had tried, did nothing but bore him.
