RunAway Gentle Dragon|| Naerys Targaryen

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A/N: FFFFFUUUCCCKKKK CANNON!!!🖕🖕🖕

4 years later

King Daeron was dead.

His body burned as of Targaryen tradition and his ashes set besides the Kings of years past while his crown and throne was passed on to his younger brother Baelor.

Aegon had followed in the same fate of death, but his death was no honorable thing. No, he had been taken by a horrid fever fueled by the poxes that ran in his blood. His whoring and drinking finally catching up to him and stopping his blackened heart from ever beating again.

Neither Aemon or Naerys mourns their brother. They can only pity Rhaena and their children. The daughters that never met the truest nature of their father.

Aemon leans against the balcony railing, naked and still dripping of his bath. Looking down to the loud noise he's heard in the courtyard of children screaming. "DAERON!" He shouted and Naerys let out soft startled laughed.

"Put on some clothing, Aemon," she laughed into her hand. "I don't believe wants to see your...you know when you get down there."

Aemon turns and laughs. "Penis."

"I believe you've lost aspects your maturity, my love," she laughs, she also found the word funny, especially the way he said it. "Here." She held his neatly folded clothing that he took from her with a kiss as payment.

Aemon pulled his clothing on fast, pecking her on the cheek before dashing out.

She goes to the balcony to see all the trouble, and her eyes widen when she sees Daeron was rolling around on the ground in brutal battle with a young stable boy as everyone crowded around to watch.

It was frustrating that she couldn't run.

When she arrives the fight was already broken up but there were new aspects to it. One was Aemon was pinning the Stable boy by his arms and a small dagger laid on the ground beside his hand. Daeron's sleeve was torn with a large cut that made the white fabric of his tunic red as her little boy tried not to cry and clutched at it.

Daenerys and Jaehaerys looked terrified.

She went hurriedly over to Daeron, pulling out a cloth and pressing it against his wound. "What happened Aemon?!" She shouted finally broken from her silent spell of shock.

"He started it!" The stable cried and Aemon turned his had slightly to see Daeron. "I didn't!" Daeron spat back.

"He called me a whore's son!"

"He called me a Incest-ridden brat!"

"ENOUGH!"

Aemon stood and pulled the stable boy up by his tunic. "But that doesn't give you the excuse to pull a dagger in a fist fight...does it?"

The stable boy shook his head just before Aemon dropped him. "GET THE FUCK OUT MY SIGHT!" He roared startling everyone, and the twins clapping their hands to their ears as the boy made a run for it.

Aemon turned to Naerys and Daeron his eyes showing he was concerned and angry. "I'll go find the Maester."

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"Do you swear to never to get into a fight, little dragon?"

"Yes father, I've learned my lesson by this wound."

"BAD DAERON!" Daenerys shrieked pointing a finger at him before crossing her arms and shaking her head. Her loudness startling Jaehaerys who was playing with his toy dragon that he named Balerion.

"Can you stop screaming," Jaehaerys whimpered looking at her before returning to his play.

"Sorry, Jae-Jae," She teased sitting down besides him on the floor.

Naerys smiled and her husband, who smiled back.

"What a day."