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Despondence

Aegon III, King of the Seven Kingdoms, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men

"[...]I will not be led astray by those who think they know what’s best for my throne nor my house”

[...]

“I know I hurt you,” he continued, voice thick. “And I still did it. It was selfish. There are days where I can do nothing. I cry. I get angry. I get lost. And I can’t control it. There are things I saw—things I lived through—that changed me. I’m not normal, Daenaera. I don’t think I ever will be. And I won’t let them make you bear that. Not now. Not ever. When I behave this way, get angry at me, you have every right. I know what they say to you, it’s a burden a person your age shouldn't bear. You don’t have to fix me or make me happy.” He knew and yet he did nothing, that would change, but first, she should know it “You are queen, my queen, even if we don’t act like a married couple, even if we don’t walk around like adults and pretend to be perfect. No one will take that away from you. No one will touch you. Not until you’re grown, and only if you wish it. So don’t bear a weight that is not yours to carry”

Queen Daenaera of House Velaryon, The Little Queen

"For the first time in what felt like forever, Daenaera felt warmth—not just the heat of candles or the weight of the gown, but a warmth that filled her chest. A warmth that whispered of home. The hall rippled with laughter. She turned to see a fool clad in mismatched colors capering beside the throne. “Now you have a lady to sing about!” he crowed, pointing at a blushing singer. The fool’s antics drew every gaze, but Daenaera felt a deeper truth in their stares. The hall was no longer watching the Baratheon lady. They weren’t even watching the king. They were watching her. And in that moment, she stood not as an orphan or a ward, but as Daenaera Velaryon—the future queen of Westeros."

Prince Viserys of House Targaryen, "The Lost Prince"

"He sighed, he felt as if his chains tying him to the island grew heavier. He liked it here, but it was not home.

He wanted to go home.

He will go home."

[...]

"His hands clenched at his sides, nails pressing into his palms. He died protecting you, a voice whispered in his mind. Your brother Jace died trying to save you, and yet you covered your eyes as he fell, you can't even bother to remember his face, none of their faces. His breath hitched. His vision blurred.

And Viserys had only hidden. It was his fault. [...] His."

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Every few months I remember just how much I hate Corwyn's old ass and decide to ruin his happiness for a bit.

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Alyn about to drop to the council how much Viserys' ransom was

one hundred thousand golden dragons and all of the Crown's money on his bank (it's going bankrupt)

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"Well, I... I am no haggler, and it was plain that pressing the matter would gain us nothing." Alyn was sweating. Aegon shut his eyes. Alyn was sweating. Of course. Baela leaned forward. "My lord?" "I will read them. Gaemon, bring me that scroll." Alyn's voice had gone quick and thin. He unfurled the parchment and forced a smile. "The Iron Throne will pay a ransom of one hundred thousand golden dragons." A gasp went around the table. Aegon opened his eyes only to widen them. They did not have the coin to rush crops north to Cregan, let alone pay a sum like that. Alyn coughed, looked up, looked back at the scroll. "Agree not to take up arms against House Rogare or its interests for a hundred years. Entrust the Rogare Bank of Lys with such funds as are presently held by the Iron Bank of Braavos. Grant lordships to three of Lysandro's younger sons. And..." He paused, swallowed. "Above all, swear upon his honor that the marriage between Viserys Targaryen and Larra Rogare would not be set aside, for any cause." Alyn might as well have slapped every soul in the room, danced naked across the table wearing Aegon's crown, and still caused less shock than this.

Despondence chapter 91

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I finishing chapter 90 and I realized I didn't uploaded chapter 89

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The hero returned. The loyal husband. The father at last reunited with his child before half the city. A tale fit for songs, trimmed of its rougher edges. Alyn drew back only long enough to look at Laena. His expression shifted then to something quieter, more uncertain. He reached for the girl and Baela let him take her. He held the child carefully, as if unsure of his own strength, then lifted her just enough for those nearest to see. The cheering grew louder. “I told you so,” Daenaera whispered, her eyes flicking briefly behind them.

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New Despondence chapter tonight, Viserys has landed

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138 AC

Book version King Aegon III Targaryen, also known as the Dragonbane, with his family (from left to right): his half-sisters Rhaena and Baela Targaryen, his wife Queen Daenaera Velaryon, his brother Prince Viserys Targaryen with his wife Lady Larra Rogare and their children: Princess Naerys, Princes Aegon and Aemon Targaryen.

Well, that’s it. I draw the last dragon in the background… and from now on it’s just empty skies in the family portraits.

I also wanted to add more colour here, had to balance out all the emo king and his collection of tragic nicknames ✋😔

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The horns began before the ships reached the shore. The sound carried over the water, low and steady. A Valyrian song for the gods, sung in war. Visenya had taken to humming it since this began. It told of the first conquest of Valyria, of the fall of the Old Empire of Ghis. Five battles. An empire ended, another raised in its place. Visenya used to tell it at night, her smile thin and wrong. “The Valyrians sowed the fields with salt and sulfur, so none who fled could return to what they had lost.” She spoke it like a warning. Rhaenys would laugh, bright and unafraid. Aegon did not. Orys did not. They would draw closer to her, not hiding, but near enough all the same. He never knew what part of it troubled Aegon. Perhaps something from his dreams. Orys feared a simpler thing. That someone might one day burn his home to ash. The ending always stayed with him. What was built on ruins did not escape them. It only waited its turn. Once he grew and heard the song, he smiled at the irony. The dragons had fled and would never come back. The horns carried that same story now, though no one laughed.

Glory and Gore new chapter, 28

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I FINISHED THE LANDING CHAPTER OF GLORY AND GORE, WAR IS OVER, IM UPTADING YEYYY

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Death of Meraxes and Queen Rhaenys The Conqueror I drew for projectasoiaf on X/Twitter

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Margaery's phone gallery

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He seemed in high spirits, almost restless. There was a brightness to him that Viserys had not seen before. When he asked, Alyn only said he was eager to see a rat’s reaction. “I meant to speak to you sooner,” Alyn added after a moment. “But things between us have been strained.” “You upset my wife,” Viserys said. Larra had already been uneasy. The journey had not helped. “I see.” Alyn did not apologize. “Then she must grow a thicker skin. And you as well. Your siblings are not gentle people, not even with each other. Baela and Aegon quarrel more than they agree. Rhaena often lives in her own thoughts.” He gestured toward the Red Keep, pointing to a distant tower on the far side. “Yet there is one thing that binds them. And it will bind you too.” “The throne?” Viserys asked.

Alyn laughed. “You look too far ahead, little man. The danger is much closer.”

He lowered his hand, his tone shifting, while he extended it in front of him. His right hand.

Despondence new chapter :)

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More practice with Daeron and Addam

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A simple drawing of Aegon iii Targaryen, son of Rhaenyra by me, i feel so bad for him </3

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He glanced ahead and caught the expressions on his sisters’ faces, and on Aemma’s as well. All three looked displeased, their mouths drawn thin. Aegon did not ask why. He already knew. At the far end of the hall stood Unwin Peake, his Hand, pacing like a man with nowhere to direct his anger. He was shouting at the other regents again, his voice echoing sharply against the stone. Alyn Velaryon’s promised treasure beyond price had clearly unsettled him. It had grown into something larger in Peake’s mind—less a gift, more a threat. The explanation Peake had offered was almost insulting in its clumsiness. Mushroom, ever helpful when there was mischief to be spread, had carried it to Aegon with a grin. Lord Peake feared he would not survive if Baela’s child proved to be a boy. He claimed to worry that his sister would attempt to set that child above the king, to usurp him in time. Aegon had nearly laughed. The list of Peake’s reasons for wanting Alyn gone grew longer by the day. How, exactly, did Lord Velaryon intend to secure this supposed treasure? With a blade? Was he planning another war, this time with Lys, as he had once clashed with Braavos? Peake had already sent the young admiral ranging across the length of Westeros, hoping distance would accomplish what authority could not. Yet Alyn was returning all the same, likely weighed down with praise and perhaps with coin as well. Aegon allowed himself a small smirk. Was Peake still smarting from the ladies’ jokes about his empty coffers?

Despondence chapter 86

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Dany's phone gallery

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Jon's phone gallery