Chapter 1
Quicksilver flew away from King's Landing, with its gleaming silver wings and yellow eyes. On his back, a boy of about fifteen, he was emaciated and skinny, compared to those of his age, but it was not a big problem, since he had been like that since he was young. He was as tall as his father, the Conqueror. But he was weaker than him, and it was often believed that he was created without weapons. The boy was fascinated by culture, books, history, chemistry, astrology, music, theater and astronomy. He always likes to spend time with his dragon, or with his books, he likes to hear about the history of Westeros from his own Maester, or from Maester Gawin, whom he loves very much. And he loved to hear the stories of the conquest from his father and his uncle, the half-brother of his father, which must be kept secret despite the rumors. He likes to hear old Valyria stories from the teachers at Dragonstone.
But a wound was still open in his chest, despite all the love he received in the palace, not from his stepmother and aunt, who looked like a cruel beast in his eyes, or from his half-brother, his younger brother, who was his exact opposite, a ferocious warrior. The famous, broad-shouldered, stout, erect, quick-tempered, He was strong, and everyone admired his strength, unlike him, their love was a compliment. They know that he is weak in fighting, despite his prowess in other matters, he would never compare to his brother in fighting. But that doesn't matter much to him. His father loves him, though he may sometimes remove the father's face to replace the king's face. It was the love of someone as great as his father, the most powerful man of his time, who really warmed his heart. He had often heard that his father preferred him and loved him because he reminded him of his favorite wife. Or, say, the woman he loved. And Aenys loved his mother very much, and cherished her..although her image seemed a little distorted in his mind. And his father did not want to talk to him about it at all. All he remembered was her sweet singing, in Valyrian, the lullabies she used to put him to sleep. And her touch, and her tenderness, and the sound of her laughter.
A few hours after Alkiran, Driftmark, Velaryon's stronghold, emerged from the ancient Houses of Valyria, and one of the oldest allies of his father and the Targaryen family. He had heard that the ship's curator's father, Lord Aethan, after whom his friend Daemon was named, had died in the cause of the Conquest.
And today, Aenys has been very excited to see his friend, Daemon, his childhood friend, since he was six years old, when he and another friend Davos, his cousin of Stromlands, Help him get out of the black shell he's been in since his mother's death.
The dragon lowered its wings in the courtyard of the palace, the castle of the Velaryon, where their flags fluttered, emblazoned with their crest, the shining blue seahorse. The soldiers approached him, and saluted him, saying: "Long live His Highness the Prince, heir to the Iron Throne." Aenys smiled and said hello, then headed inside. To the wooden throne room. Lord Aethan was sitting discussing with some of his gentlemen matters that Aenys did not want to hear. When he saw him, he rose to his feet and said, "Welcome Prince, heir to the Iron Throne."
"Thank you, sir," replied the boy.
«Your visit honors us, what brings your highness to us? May it be well..” said the master of the tides.
"Yes, it's all good, Lord..." Aenys said with a smile, then continued: "I want to see my friend Daemon."
"Younger Lord Daemon, he fought with the Dragonstone Prince, the powerful Prince, Maegor, he was a good warrior, and he helped us in many things.. He is perfect, he is what a powerful prince and king should be in the future, by the will of the gods» said one of the gentlemen Those gathered with Aethan in a firm tone, as if carrying a veiled threat to Aenys.
" But His Highness lacks wisdom, sound policy, good management, patience and deliberation, and influence in the hearts of people, and these are qualities that must be available in a king, my lord,” said Aethan.
Aenys was listening to their conversation, and he knew that the man intended to provoke him so that he would show a face unworthy of a prince and heir. Therefore, he smiled energetically and said: “My dear brother, fight our enemies with courage, and this is a great service to the crown, and His Majesty will be satisfied and happy to serve him, and so am I, sir»
Aethan smiled, as if he was pleased with Aenys, and said, "It's an honor to serve you, Your Royal Highness, Crown Prince of the Iron Throne."
The man looked into Aenys's eyes burning, asked his master's permission, bowed to the prince and left the room.
" They are Maegor's partisans, Your Highness, the kingdoms is already divided, even His Majesty knows that, but he pushes them in silence."
"I know, Lord, I know they don't want someone who isn't good at fighting as their ruler, but I will never listen to them, they will never separate me from my brother, I will always have him by my side." Aenys said.
"We hope so, your highness, but, from me, be careful in your dealings with the prince, your brother, he is harsh, arrogant, rude, bad-tempered, reckless, always resorting to violence as a first solution. said Aethan.
" But he possesses what I dont have, physical strength." said Aenys.
Lord Aethan approached Aenys and said to him: "Boy, when I was your age, I was weak and timid like you, I did not have the strength of my older brother."
Aenys's eyes sparkled and he said, "Did you have an older brother?"
"Yes, he was very strong, and older than me, and had ruled as captain of ships for a short time before me, but he died in the field of fire war, and when He died, and I took the supremacy of the wooden throne after him and afterMy father, and everyone expected me to be physically strong to do so.. But, look, I stand before you, I am not very good at fighting, I may be less than you, but I am the lord of the tides and protector of the kingdom's fleet, and these, they kneel before me. Whether they like it or not. " "Thank you, sir, and sorry about your brother, may he find eternal rest.” " Me too, your highness." Aethan said.