Chapter 14
"What if he wants to come back?" said Baelon as he watched Leanor’s ship depart. He and his paramour were sailing off across the Narrow Sea.
"Trust me, Baelon, he will be happier this way," said Daemon, putting a hand on Baelon’s shoulder. A letter had been sent to Corlys and Princess Rhaeny’s informing them of their son’s unexpected death. Along with a body that looked exactly like Leanor's, truly just a slaughtered pig that Baelon had glamoured to look like Leanor. The cause of death given was a horse riding accident.
"Rhaenys will be devastated, especially after Leana," Baelon had tried convincing Leanor and Rhaenyra to tell his parents of their plan. But Leanor had insisted that his father would sooner lock him up than let him run off with his lover. His male lover.
"So, are you to marry Rhaenyra now, father?" Baelon turned to Daemon, whose pale eyebrows raised in surprise. Baelon may be young, but he was no fool. He had seen the way his father and cousin looked at each other.
"Would that bother you?" asked Daemon, kneeling down to meet Baelon at eye level.
"No," said Baelon, shaking his head, making his dark curls bounce. "I always wanted a mother, and I’ll have three new brothers."
Daemon smiled, pulling him into a hug.
"My little dragon, you don’t know how happy you make me." Baelon wrapped his arms around his father’s neck, hugging him back.
"I love you, Kepa."
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Baelon tossed and turned in his bed. Sweat covered his naked chest as his dreams took on a terrifying journey.
He saw himself, older and stronger before a massive black beast. Green flames all around him as he held out a hand to the large black dragon. Giant emerald eyes stared down at him with rage.
"Imperio!"
The dragon roared, fighting the spell but Baelon stood tall.
"You hunger for flesh. Well, so do I. Give me your strength and I give you more flesh than ever before. If it's dragon's flesh you want, I will give the largest. The flesh of a conqueror." The words came out in High Valyrian but Baelon stood fearless before the great beast.
The dragon roared as it spread its massive black wings. Its giant snout faced Baelon as he held out a hand. Baelon’s hand touched the dragon's snout, and a smile formed on his lips.
Suddenly he was in a bedroom. Baelon looked around at the scene before him. Joffrey sobbing in Baelon’s arms. He was older here, but he clung to Baelon, who rocked him in his arms.
"They killed them. I hate them, I’ll kill them all!" Joffrey's eyes filled with hate, and a vase exploded into pieces.
Accidental magic!
Baelon looked down at Joffrey with tear-stained eyes. He was covered in bandages and battle scars.
"Joffrey, I promise you. They will pay for what they have done. All those that have betrayed their vows will die screaming. By the time I’m done with them, the Green Whore and her half-breeds will be begging the Stranger for his kiss!"
Suddenly Baelon was staring down at a city in flames. He watched himself atop his broom in battle with a dragonrider. They danced through the air.
"Dracarys!" Yelled a young man with silver hair atop a purple dragon. The beast roared as it unleashed a wave of flames towards Baelon, who held up a hand.
"Protego!" The flames licked at an invisible shield as Baelon roared, the blast nearly knocking him off his broom.
"Sectumsempra!" Roared Baelon and the dragon roared as it was slashed across the snout by an invisible force.
"Dracarys" yelled the boy once more, his purple eyes in fury.
"Glacius!" Yelled Baelon and he watched as fire and ice met in the air. There was an explosion, and Baelon gasped.
He stood above a battlefield. He spotted an army of knights waving green banners with a golden dragon. He watched as his older self floated on his broom and held out a hand, a dark look across his face.
"Traitors deserve nothing but flames. Pestis Incendium!"
"No stop!" Yelled Baelon as he watched a blue flame burst from his elder self's hands. A stream of blue fire descended upon the armies below, taking the shape of serpents, dragons, harpies, lions, gryphons, all made of blue flame. He watched in horror as they began burning the field before them.
Men in armor ran as the sentient flames chased them to their doom.
"Fiendfyre." Baelon stared in horror at what he had done. Suddenly a great roar rang through the air, and he and his elder self watched as two dragons soared to meet him in the skies.
"Cousin, are you ready to die?" yelled a young man with an eyepatch upon his eye, Aemond.
"I was going to ask you the same thing," said Baelon, turning his broom to face his opponents.
Aegon laughed as Sunfyre roared and lunged towards him. Its golden jaws opened.
"Dracarys!" Yelled Aegon, and Baelon held out his hand.
"Aqua eructo!"
A blast of flames met Baelon’s blast of water, and Baelon awoke. His stomach twisted into knots. Had he just seen the future?