Claw Island, gulls cawed in the sky as fishermen drew their net out the seaside exhilarated for the fishes they had caught, yet they noticed a human hand poking out of a black sac
"Seven Hells, what is that?" Fisherman man one, points out frightened.
"it's a dead body." Fisherman two gasped.
"Who cares what it is. Let's have a look!" Fisherman three began unveil the bag, then hears a bellow and screech from the sky, flapping of wings cracking like thunder heading to their direction. "Dragon!" He stood up and ran, others followed him in zig zag.
Roach flew and landed on the sand, as Aenar swooped down running to search through the net. He slowly saw Maekar's hand protruding out of black sac, the bracelet he had given him the night before his nameday still reared in his white purple hand. Sinking to the ground the King wept and screamed in agony.
After endless weeks of searching, for Maekar's body, the King found his son's body floating offshore, although fishes in the sea had eaten part of his flesh. The sight of which left a sob and grief off Aenar's lips. His sorrow of palpable weight hung on his shoulders. He took his son's body, wrapped it in a cloak, mounted Roach and flew back to DragonStone.
"Was this the King's command?" Rheanys asked over the Painted Table as they sat around haggling whether to start a war or wait after the funeral.
"The King remains absent. I should be at Old Town bending knees, but I must instead remain here to wage his war." Daemon spoke over the council meeting.
"Or perhaps, more simply, to await his return. Aenar said not to do anything until he arrives." Rheanys reminds her stubborn rude cousin
Daemon hissed bluntly. "He has been gone for days. Too long. He is exposed."
Cersei supports her lovers opinion. "I agree with the Hand, we should take charge of the situation, Aenar won't see a problem at all."
"I disagree." Daenerys outrightly shuts the Queen up. "We will wait for the King as he commands."He is grieving and so should you....Your Grace."
Cersei pursed her lips. "The father grieves as the King shirks his duties!" She argued haughtyly.
"It was a raven that brought me news of Viserys's death at Driftmark." Rheanys interjects. "I loved my cousin. I refused to believe what I'd been told, until the Hightowers ursuped the throne. Still we haven't mourned him."
Silence swept the halls.
"Two murderers has killed Aenar's children.
He needs to know it for certain." Rheanys says breezily.
"He was a fool to go alone. What if Alicent were to happen upon him?" Daemon spoke with a hoarse tone.
"Then I would pity Alicent. The King was wise to recuse himself. He has not acted on the vengeful impulse that others might have."
"If he'd have acted when he had the chance...
Alicent's line would be extinguished. And Maekar and Elissa would be alive." Daemon coldy says.
"Which is why we must wait for him, until he returns. Maybe this time, he'll send dragons to Kingslanding, for now his word is law, we do nothing and will not disobey his orders." Maester Geradlys spoke over the table, then landed his gaze on the Hand and the Queen stoically.
Suddenly footsteps receds the walls, Aenar walked two steps that divided the hall from the corridor, as Ser Erryk spoke in reverence. "King Aenar Targaryen, First of His Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, King of the Stepstones, Master of the Unsuilled, King Regent, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm..."
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Of Bastards & Dragons || Aenar Targaryen
Fantasy"F-fuck." Alicent's shudders bitting her lips as his girth shifts her womb. "Argh!..." Aenar groans into her ear as he grasped her hips and thrust, hours and hours of his own pent-up desire, fuelling each lunge into her, the silky sheath of his stee...
