Chapter 1
There were too many people in the Red keep today. The new king, his Grace Viserys I Targaryen was listening to petitions on this day. Nobles and peasants alike were waiting in line to speak with the King. Of course most of them were incredibly boring concerns, a few missing sheep here, a runaway daughter there. Something that his Grace was thankful for. He wasn't Jaehaerys, major disputes and wars were not his forte, so he was thankful for the quiet boring concerns. He had enough problems of his own, his wife, her grace queen Aemma Aryn was with child again, while this was supposed to be a matter of celebration he couldn't suppress the feeling of dread. They tried again and again, failed pregnancy after failed pregnancy, the only ray of sunshine was a little miracle in the shape of a princess that carried the name Rhaenyra. If Viserys was still a prince and not the king, that would have been enough, he had a daughter, a beautiful fierce little dragon, but he wasn't a prince, so the expectation of a male heir was pressing.
That leads to his second problem, his brother, Daemon Targaryen, Prince of the Blood, The Rouge Prince and Wielder of Dark Sister While he loved the little cunt since his father put him in his arms wen he was only 4 years old, he was the root of half of Viserys problems. Daemon was wild, restless and bloodthirsty, not necessarily bad qualities, Damon after all at only 20 raised an army to defend his brother's right to the Iron Throne and succeeded. Viserys was king now because of his brother, something that he will be forever thankful for, but it was hard to like him. Viserys loved Damon with an intensity that only those of dragon blood could understand, that didn't mean that he liked him very much.
Daemon was as expected exiled again. Viserys lost count how many times the Old King, their father, Baelon, the Spring Prince or himself exiled Daemon hoping that he will go back to his wife in the Vale. That didn't happen of course, he left King's Landing, going to any destination that wasn't his wife's bed, a whore house in the Free Cities, a whore house in Westerlands or even a whore house in the North. There were a lot of whore houses, and that was the problem, Daemon was willingly spilling his seed in every woman that he could get his hands on except his wife, the Lady Rhea of Runestone. His marriage to this day was still unconsummated, the horror stories of their wedding night still running rampant through the Seven Kingdoms even now 6 years later. Nobody knew exactly what had happened that night with the exception of the newly married couple themselves. The remarks after the wedding night that the couple have made in the past were enough for speculation. Lady Rhea said that his brother was a brute and an animal, and that he should be put down like the rabid dog he was. His brother didn't said much during the morning after but Viserys saw the glimmer of hope that he still had at the wedding was gone and what remained were hard eyes and clenched jaws whenever his sister in law was brought into conversation. Daemon confessed to Viserys during one night of drunkenness shared between them, that she was a frigid bitch and that he would rather fuck sheep because they were prettier.
Viserys brother constantly tried having the marriage annulled and even extracted a promise from his father Baelon, if by the time Baelon was king and the marriage problems were still constant he would annule the marriage. That crashed and burned, when the Spring Prince died of a burst belly, and so the constant nagging fell into Viserys shoulders. The first boon Daemon asked after Viserys was made king was naturally, the annulment. It didn't happen, Viserys was a new king and couldn't dissolve an alliance made by the Good Queen Alysanne. Harsh words were exchanged then between the brothers and for the first time in their life Daemon left by his own, to everyone surprise, to Runestone. The new King was happy thinking his brother would fix his marriage now that the annulment was denied again. He was happy for all 10 days, then the repots came from the Vale that Daemon has bedded all his wife maids and then left on his dragon, destination unknown.
For the first time in his life Viserys was truly scared that his brother won't be back. Daemon even exiled send word where will he be going, with who and of course his best wishes to his family. That didn't happened then, the Rogue Prince and his mighty beast, the Blood Wyrm, Carraxes were seen departing Runestone at dawn, no word for their whereabouts, no good wishes for the family, not a word. Viserys spilled bitter tears in a moment of weakness, surrounded by Aemma's arms, when after a month no word of Daemon was heard. Not even a whisper was heard for a few month and the King started to believe that his brother was dead. Not even his favorite whore, Missy- something knew when interrogated where Daemon has disappeared to.
One day, all of the sudden when Viserys all but given out hope, a rider barged into the council room and said that the Blood Wyrm has been spotted and on his back a head full of silver hair. The King never ran so fast in his life, chubby little legs carrying him through the Red Keep to see if his brother was still alive. The rest of the lords didn't understand, they thought that this rebellion of his would end soon and Daemon will be back home as always. They didn't understand that the last time a Targaryen disappeared without word was when Princess Aerea daughter of the Good Queen and the Old King, disappeared from Dragonstone on the back of Balerion, the Black Dread, coming back one and a half year later almost dead and full of fire worms that burst through her skin when the masters tried to get her fever down. They didn't understand that even the exiled send missives now and again, his aunt Saerela was still a whore in Volantis, Rhaella was still a septa and Vaegon was still a maester, they weren't considered princes and princesses anymore by the masses, but the still had the blood of the dragon and the blood of the dragon runs thick.
So when Daemon was spotted Viserys heart was in his throat, will he have to see his brother riddled with fire worms? Gasping for breath? Delirious with fever? Will Viserys see his brother die a gruesome death? That's what the masses didn't understand, all Targaryen had known whereabouts, even the dragon seeds were accounted for.
Daemon was not in fact dyeing. He came in strutting like he own the place like usual, a cheerful smile on his face announcing before the throne and the brother that sat on it, that he came back bearing gifts. Viserys saw red, the dragon that has been slumbering within him has awaken. Without saying a word he got up of his throne took his brother's arm in a death grip and dragged him to his apartments where he rained punch after punch and kick after kick until Daemon was on the floor bleeding and then exiled him again not before making it clear that if he goes anywhere but at Runestone he will be disinherited. Viserys later realized that if his brother wanted to defend himself, he wouldn't have stand a chance, sure maybe he would have landed a punch or two, before Daemon incapacitated him but that was it.
Now coming back from his head, thoughts of his family dissipated from his mind, he realized he was still on the Iron Throne, still hearing petitions, but in front of him was someone. A someone that wore a long black cape with a hood that covered their eyes. They were small, a child stature but no definitive features to distinguish between male and female. In their gloved hand was, what he assumed was a missive. Their head bowed without saying a word even though the Hand of the King, Otto Hightower was asking questions.
The child barely, lifted their head, pouty lips were now visible. They realized that the King was paying attention now so they opened their mouth, and ignoring everything that Otto has said, their soft voice brought quietness in the hall.
"I have a message for the King's eyes only."
That was it. Nothing more nothing less. The great hall erupted in murmurs and Otto was beginning to look like a tomato because of his anger. The man was his friend of course, but that doesn't mean he was blind to his faults. Otto was an ambitious man that lifted himself from being a second son of a minor house with nothing in his name to Hand of the King.
Viserys didn't reprimanded the child for his treatment of the Hand, he was too intrigued. A message for his eyes only... That was new. Usually messages from lords were handled by the maesters later to appear on his desk, the Hands or at the Small council meetings. The letters from his family or concerning his family had distinctive sigils and were brought unopened by Mellos as soon as possible. This... This was something new.
Without saying a word he signaled the Lord Commander to bring him the message. Lord Commander Westerling despite his size and prowess in battle was kind and soft spoken with children. The prime example being his daughter Rhaenyra. So softly he took the message from the child hand and looked it over too make sure it wasn't a trap of some kind, and promptly froze. His body became rigid, his frame trembling slightly, hard eyes staring at something on the unopened message. Westerling snapped out of his trance just as the King was about to ask what happened and hurriedly climbed the steps to the throne positioning himself right in front of Viserys, blocking the view of the hall with his frame. He put the missive in his King's hands and bended slightly so he can whisper in Viserys ear without anybody hearing.
"My King, the sigil is Prince Baleon's." he said.
The sigil is Prince Baelon's.
Well that was impossible... His father was dead for quite some time. Maybe a forgery. But no, looking down in his hands their it was, Prince Baleon's personal sigil. With trembling hand he broken the sigil unrolled and the message. All this time the Commander was still in front of him blocking the outside world.
At the first glance the message was short, but what surprised him it was that it was written in High Valeryan. Reading closely the words his mind refused to understand. The words were there black on white, but the words didn't make any sense. He stared blankly at the words for a few seconds waiting for his mind to catch up. There were only 3 sentences after all, nothing too hard. When the words finally registered, he promptly turn white, then red, then white again. His Lord Commander was watching with worried eyes as the King was changing colours faster that it was healthy.
He shot from his seat almost hurling Westerling down the steps. He approached the child and grabbed them by the arm and started to drag them with him to his apartments. The child gave no indication that he was scared or annoyed or angry. Actually the only reaction to his manhandleing was a slight jump from when his hand has made contact with the child arm.
"I will take no more petitions today. I wish not to be disturbed. Commander with me." that was his only response to all the questions that were flying around.
Three sentences on a paper can change a lot. Especially when those sentences are predicting your doom.
"Iksan iā zaldrīzes. Nyke gīmigon skoros Aegon ēza ūndegīon. Aōha lentor iksis daor ȳgha. "
(I am a Dragon. I know what Aegon has seen. Your family is not safe)