132 AC. In King's Landing
The night was quiet in King's Landing. The city slept under the pale light of the moon, but in the Red Keep, a shadow loomed. King Viserys lay in his final moments, breathing heavily, his frail body barely able to move. Yet his mind was still tormented by thoughts and visions.
"Issa dōna hāedar... Daenys..." he whispered, his voice weak.
Alicent Hightower stood by her husband's side, tears streaming down her face. She held his hand, but she knew his thoughts were with Daenys.
"Viserys... I'm here..." she whispered, her voice trembling.
He closed his eyes, hoping to feel the comforting touch of his eldest daughter, Daenys, but she wasn't there. His breathing slowed until, finally, it stopped.
Otto Hightower, always shrewd and calculating, was already prepared for the king's death. He and some members of the council, with the reluctant help of Alicent, had plans to place Aegon on the throne, disregarding Daenys' rightful claim as heir.
"We must act quickly. Aegon must be crowned before any word spreads," Otto said, his tone firm.
"But Viserys wanted Daenys as his successor..." Alicent replied, hesitation in her voice.
"The realm needs a strong king. Aegon is our best option," Otto retorted, unwavering in his decision.
That night, Helaena Targaryen had a disturbing dream. She saw her father, Viserys, on his deathbed and heard the conspiratorial whispers of her mother and grandfather. Startled, she awoke in a cold sweat.
"They're going to usurp Nysa... We must flee," she whispered to herself, her heart racing.
The Next Morning
The morning was clear and calm in King's Landing, a stark contrast to the simmering tensions within the Red Keep. Alicent Hightower, determined to secure her children's future and position in the realm, made her way to Aegon's chambers.
"Aegon, wake up. We have much to discuss," she said, her voice urgent.
Aegon lay in bed, his eyes half-open, clearly still groggy. With a heavy sigh, he sat on the edge of the bed.
"What is it this time, mother?" he asked, yawning.
Alicent approached him, her expression serious.
"Your father is dead. Today, you will be crowned king of the Seven Kingdoms," she said, her tone firm.
Aegon blinked, taken aback, and shook his head immediately.
"No, mother. Daenys should be queen. She's the rightful heir," he protested, his voice firm.
Alicent's expression hardened. She slapped Aegon across the face, gripping his chin tightly afterward.
"This is for the good of our family! Daenys will kill us when she ascends the throne. You need to accept this, Aegon. It's the only way to protect us," she said, her voice laced with anger.
Aegon looked at his mother, his eyes burning with resentment. But he knew that resisting her would be futile. Softening his expression, he pretended to agree.
"Fine, mother. I'll do what's necessary," he replied, his tone resigned.
Alicent released Aegon's face, satisfied with his apparent submission. She turned and left the room, leaving Aegon alone with his thoughts. He knew he had to act quickly.
Alicent then made her way to Helaena's chambers. The young woman was by the window, gazing at a jar with a centipede, her expression distant.
"Helaena, are you ready for today? Your brother Aegon will be crowned king," she said, her voice softer this time.
"The dreams don't lie, mother. There are more things in motion than you can see," Helaena replied, her gaze still faraway.
Alicent ignored her daughter's cryptic words, satisfied that she was in her room. Next, she went to Aemond, who was polishing his sword.
"Aemond, I need you by your brother's side today. It's an important day for our family," she said, her tone commanding.
"I'll be there, mother," Aemond responded curtly, his focus still on his blade.
With everyone accounted for in their rooms, Alicent felt a moment of relief. She believed everything was under control. Little did she know, Aegon, having heeded Helaena's warnings, was already planning their escape.
Late at Night
In the quiet of the night, Aegon secretly gathered Helaena and Aemond. They all knew they couldn't trust their mother or Otto Hightower.
"We have to get out of here. I won't take Daenys' throne. We'll go to Dragonstone or Winterfell. We'll be safe there." – Aegon spoke firmly, his voice low.
"The dreams spoke of this. We need to move quickly." – Helaena added, her tone urgent.
"I agree. Let's head to the Dragonpit. We'll mount our dragons and leave before anyone notices we're gone." – Aemond said, his voice resolute.
With careful steps, the three siblings made their way to the Dragonpit, where their dragons awaited them. They mounted their beasts, and with a deafening roar, they took to the skies, leaving King's Landing and its treacheries behind.
132 AC. In Dragonstone
At Dragonstone, Rhaenyra received news of her father's death. Grief and sorrow consumed her, and in the midst of her anguish, she miscarried. After giving birth to her stillborn daughter, she declared herself Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.
"I am the heir... I am the queen of the Seven Kingdoms." – her voice trembled with pain and conviction.
Daemon Targaryen did not take his wife's declaration well. In a fit of rage, he mounted Caraxes and flew to Winterfell, determined to handle matters himself.
"This cannot go on. I need to speak with Daenys." – he muttered, fury in his voice.
132 AC. In Winterfell
The sun was beginning to set over Winterfell when four dragons appeared on the horizon, their massive shadows stretching across the ancient Stark castle. Daenys stood in the courtyard, gazing up at the sky with a sense of foreboding.
The first to land were Aemond, Helaena, and Aegon, mounted on their dragons. Then, Daemon appeared on Caraxes, his blood-red dragon landing with a thunderous crash, stirring the onlookers of Winterfell into murmurs of curiosity.
Daenys rushed to them, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the tension etched across their faces.
"What's going on? Why are you all here so suddenly?" – her voice quivered with concern.
Aemond was the first to speak, his voice grave and full of sorrow.
"Daenys, our father, King Viserys, is dead." – he said solemnly.
Daenys felt a sharp pang in her stomach, as though the ground had opened beneath her feet. Aemond's words echoed in her mind as she struggled to grasp the news.
"We need to talk. There's much to discuss." – Helaena added, her tone gentle yet firm.
Aegon, with a serious expression, stepped forward.
"My mother wants to crown me king, Dany. But we both know you are the true heir. I can't accept it." – his voice filled with sincerity.
Daemon, his expression severe, chimed in.
"Rhaenyra has declared herself queen. Things are spiraling out of control. We need to unite and decide our next steps." – he said seriously.
As he spoke, Daenys felt another sharp pain in her abdomen. She clutched her belly and let out a soft groan of pain.
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Queen of the North and the Targaryen Bloodline
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