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

Part 12

Chapter 12

AEGON TARGARYEN

Becoming a dragon rider had always been a point of contention for himself, for the title of a dragon rider would carry with itself a burden he did not wish to carry, for it was the burden of the plea of an old woman on her death bed, a woman who would leave him with all her fears, hopes and dreams while carrying him in her arms, using the last of her political power to give him the title of the 'Prince' he now proudly wore.

Alyssane Targaryen, the Good Queen, had lived a life filled with regrets, especially when it came to children; truthfully, Aegon thought of her as a woman beyond this age with her views and political insight. She was able to see the fallacies of the man she had loved and married, could see the storm brewing in the distance, blessed with what he believed was a fraction of the power that had helped Denys the Dreamer save them from the Doom of Valyria.

'Dragon Dreams,' and it had taken him years to understand this power, to understand what it truly was. And it was a surprise, for the secret of this power was hidden in its name, for all to see.

The truth behind this power was it was just that, dreams of the very beasts that were the symbol of power of House Targaryen. Visions and dreams of these mythical beasts that transcended time and space, a glimpse into the unknown.

And he had been plagued by them as well, plagued by the anguish and memories of the Good Queen's dragon who had bound herself to him while he was but a babe. Had it been a normal child, he believed it would have destroyed them and perhaps resulted in the very madness that threatened to one day end the reign of the House of the Dragon.

It was all speculation, though, about things that mattered little. For now, he was the rider of Silverwing, one of the larger dragons second in size to only Vhagar and Vermithor, faster and nimbler than either, and with that came he had probably embroiled himself in the tragedy that was set to come, making it very difficult for him to avoid it all.

The King and the Court had complicated emotions about this as well. He received subdued congratulations on this achievement, not that he minded it, of course. Even he could see the King's gaze shift as he looked at him, changing from one of mild curiosity to one filled with doubt, anger, and frustration.

And so, to clear his mind, he had come to the Sept, a place of refuge to think on what the future may hold for him, when Daemon had come souring his mood, trying to rekindle a sense of kinship now that he had become a useful pawn for him to exploit, to take credit for what he had done.

They had clashed, as they would, leaving Aegon more tired than even the flying.

"I apologize for Prince Daemon's wor..." he began as Alicent Hightower sat down beside him, and the red-haired girl shook her head demurely as she looked down hesitantly.

"There is no need for that, my Prince," she cut in and seemed to hesitate, contemplating her words carefully before continuing.

"I apologize, but I did manage to hear your quarrel from outside..." and he nodded.

So, she was aware that both he and Daemon cared little for one another, and so was able to separate their actions from one another's. Something which the King was beginning to have trouble with, for he could not get that game out of his mind. That gaze filled with mistrust and doubt, it was the same way he had looked at Daemon.

"You have a habit of hearing things you should not," he teased and saw her face flush in an instant as her head lowered and she began to chew her lips.

"I apologi...."