A New Age Of Dragons

A Bright Flame

94 AC

Dragonstone

Lady Aemma Arryns loud cries could be heard through the Red Keep. It was time for her to give birth, and she never believed that it would be this painful. She remembered that her mother, Daella Targaryen, and how she died giving birth to her.

"Viserys..." Aemma weakly called out.

"I'm here, Aemma." Prince Viserys Targaryen held his wife's hand.

"Save our child... please... our child." Aemma begged.

Viserys was put in a difficult position. He loved Aemma with all his heart, and having a child with her is something he eagerly welcomed. He then looked at the Grandmaester. "Mellos... please save Aemma."

"Viserys-" Aemma was interrupted by her husband.

"I love you, Aemma. I cannot lose you." Viserys said. He looked at Mellos. "Save Aemma."

"Yes, my prince." Mellos said. As the maester did his craft, he was finally getting somewhere after hours. "I see the head! Push, my lady."

"Gahhahh!" Aemma pushed and felt her baby slip out of her. A loud cry filled the room.

"A son, my lady!" Mellos announced.

"A boy?" Aemma asked.

"Let me see him." Viserys demanded. Mellos handed the babe to Viserys, and the young prince walked to his wife. Aemma. "He's here. Our son is here."

Aemma smiled. "What shall we name him?"

Just then, Baelon, the brave, father, of Viserys burst through the doors.

"Tell me it's done. I couldn't wait any longer to see my grandchild." Baelon laughed.

"Here he is, father." Viserys said.

Baelon walked to Aemma. "How are you feeling, dear girl?"

"Much better now that he's here." Aemma smiled.

"That is good." Baelon looked at his grandson. "Have you thought of a name yet?"

Viserys and Aemma smiled as they looked at their newborn son.

"We want to name him after you, my prince." Aemma said. "His name is Baelon."

Baelon Targaryen teared up in joy. "I can't think of a better way to pass my legacy on. Congratulations to both of you."

"Thank you, Father." Viserys smiled and looked at his son, and for a moment, he saw a flame in his son's eye. The young prince ignored it and basked in the moment of the family that he had created.

Dragonstone

7 years later

Dragonmont

"Why can't we go deeper into the dragonmont, uncle?" A 7 year old Baelon Targaryen asked.

"Because it's dangerous for me." Daemon Targaryen told his nephew. "Your mother vowed that if you were harmed in any way on my watch, she'd have my balls fed to Caraxes. And I'm not really in the mood to have the future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms ruin one of the many good things about me."

"Chicken!" Baelon mocked.

Daemon laughed. "You know, there is a dragon on Dragonstone. Smaller, but wild. Nameless, and the offspring of Caraxes and Meleys. He hatched when your father and I were boys. If you're desperate for a dragon, you could try and find him, but only under my supervision."

"Can we go now?" Baelon eagerly asked.

"It's dark outside, and I wouldn't even know where to start looking." Daemon said.