ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀིྀི𓂃 The first detail that captured her attention upon learning of her betrothal to a Targaryen prince — the firstborn son of the reigning King of Westeros — was his youth. A mere four years separated them, yet as she descended from the carriage at the majestic Red Keep, after enduring months at sea and coming to terms with her departure from Braavos, her eyes widened in astonishment. He appeared no older than five and ten, while she was on the cusp of her own eighth and ten nameday was just two weeks away.
Whispers reached her ears, painting him as a debauched drunkard and a libertine. Was this her mission here? To chastise him? Would she actually assume the role of his wife or perhaps that of a nagging mother? The latter seemed implausible, for from the instant she encountered Alicent Hightower, it became evident that the woman had no appetite for reproach. Nevertheless, she observed the manner in which Otto Hightower communicated, the deference shown to her by the councilmen, and the way Aegon had been meticulously tutored to engage with her.
They anticipated her to be self-satisfied, to be complacent, yet it was they who had much to lose. The harmony between Braavos and Westeros, solidified by this union, served the Seven Kingdoms far more than it did the free city. She wielded the power. She possessed the upper hand. She comprehended the intricacies of the game.
And she has Aegon.
He possessed a certain goodness about him. Though rebellious in nature, his heart was pure. With time, he learned to heed her words. It required even more patience, but he ultimately abandoned his reckless pursuits and curbed his indulgence in drink. Yet, it took no effort at all for him to revere her.
However, she was not manipulating his actions as his brother Aemond fancied — absolutely not. In truth, all were mere pieces in her grand game, save for Aegon II Targaryen and their children. It is she who pulls the strings on their behalf, embodying a chilling detachment and a heart devoid of warmth for them.
Thus, Meralyn Targaryen shall face the wrath of the myriad deities from both Westeros and the distant shores of Braavos if she allows the Blacks to triumph, potentially condemning her family to a grim fate. Yet... beneath the surface, she harbors the erudition of who truly deserves to occupy that foolishly coveted throne of swords.
ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀིྀི𓂃 DISCLAIMER; this is a fanfiction of appreciation for tom glynn-carney. this merely for the fact that he does an incredible job as aegon, so this is an au where the character is a diversion from how he is in the show to an extent. refrain from the constant reminders of that (unnecessary) plot as it has been demolished from this piece of fiction and whenever i mention aegon in general and there are many other ways to make a character like him morally grey without that. if you cannot accept this au; respectfully do not engange.
ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀིྀི𓂃 WARNINGS; this story contains mature themes such as alcoholism, depression, anxiety, non-chastised actions, complex themes and overall morally grey characters that lean towards a more likeable persona. no one is responsible for your media consumption but you.
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MERALYN TARGARYEN (née ANTARYON)
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portrayed by Janet Montgomery.
AEGON II TARGARYEN
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