It's not Maekar or Baelor, or any of the Targaryens who keep their memories of the future...It's none other than Daemon Blackfyre!
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PART 1 >>>> https://www.tumblr.com/imasexypotato/812899689054748672/baekar-hammeranvil-daemon-blackfyre-fic?source=share
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Daemon wakes up in his bed, feeling horrid aches deep down in bones. He remembers the tourney and feels frustrated at the memory of losing, once again to Baelor.
He won't give up, he just needs to try harder. He will succeed. Before he can start plotting his nephew's demise, a visitor enters his room. Maekar.
Daemon is surprised at the young prince's visit, while he takes pride in knowing he's lowered the boys guard over the last few months, he hardly believed he would have enough care to check on his recovery.
Maekar asks how he's faring, he tells him he's there to apologise for Baelor's extreme violence during their fight. Daemon could scoff.
Maekar keeps him company for the coming days, coming and going, they speak about menial topics. Daemon could claim the prince's chatter bothered him, but the company he provided was not unpleasant.
Once Daemon regains his strength, he goes back to training rigorously. Baelor eventually approaches him and congratulates him on his swift recovery.
Daemon thanks him, but his hatred for Baelor simply continues to fester. He starts making moves within the keep.
He gathers his forces, and strengthens his supporters as the weeks pass on. They hatch a plan. This is sure to work, but it all depends on one singular factor.
Daemon needs to separate the Hammer and Anvil.
A huge celebration was to take place within the fortnight. That is when they would strike.
During the days leading up to the gathering, Daemon made sure to linger around Maekar. He needed the boy vulnerable for the event.
He starts making passing comments here and there, mentioning Baelor's flourishing relationship with the lady Jenna. Maekar always keep quiet and nods along.
Daemon knows from weeks of conversation, how Maekar feels about his brother, he uses it to his gain, trying to plant seeds of envy and doubt in his young mind.
He starts by telling him a lie. A small, harmless lie.
He tells Maekar that Baelor plans on proposing to lady Jenna during their next gathering, and how he has proclaimed he will gift her Summerhall as a prenuptial offering.
Daemon watches, with detached glee as Prince Maekar's heart seems to break, his brother had promised him Summerhall, a gift from their father to their mother years ago, he promised Maekar it would be his when he came of age.
And now he intends to give it to some random lady? Just like that? Was Baelor's word truly swayed by the first pretty face that glanced his way? No, surely not.
Maekar tells him he must be minsinformed on the matter, and Daemon simply apologises, he must have misheard.
But the seed had been planted, and all he had to do was sit back and watch.
Over the following days, servants, loyal to his cause where charged with causing havoc around the palace grounds. They are instructed to make small items go missing.
A series of complaints reach the Kings council, several robberies of personal belongings have taken place. A golden chain here, a pair of earrings there. The king promises to find the culprits behind the petty thefts within their walls.
At one point, Lady Jenna steps up and explains that a pendant she had, a family heirloom passed down from her grandmother, had gone missing. Prince Baelor assures her that he will do everything in his power to retrieve it for her.
Days leading up to the celebration reveal trinkets to be found in the oddest places of the palace, a lord's signet ring on a windowsill, a ladies diadem hanging on a stable door.
Slowly but surely, all the lost items are found and returned to their rightful owners. All excempt for Lady Dondarrion's pendant.
The day before the party is to take place, a piece of paper slides under prince Baelors chamber doors. He opens the door, looking for whoever might have left the mysterious note.
When he reads it, he grows annoyed. It says, in scribbled letters, that Prince Maekar is in possession of Lady Jenna's locket. Baelor rolls his eyes, but makes his way over to his brother's room.
While he doesn't believe Maekar would have the pendant, much less steal it, he does have a duty to chase all viable options.
He assumes nothing will come of this little endeavour, but it will be nice to see his sweetling, it seems they have grown apart over the last few weeks.
He reaches Maekar's room and knocks, Maekar answers in confusion, a frown on his face once he sees Baelor. He asks waht he wants. That throws him off.
Maekar is usually pleased to see him, Baelor asks to enter his chambers and Maekar steps aside. He asks what he's doing ther onece more.
Baelor can tell he's angry, at what? He cannot say. He tells him an anonymous tip came in, claiming Maekar was in possession of Lady Jenna's pendant.
Maekar asks if he's being serious, why would he have Jenna's pendant? Baelor calms him and simply says he will have a look around his chambers and then leave.
Maekar snaps at him and tells him to leave immediately, Baelor asks why hes so upset.
Maekar tells him he knows the promise he made to Jenna. Baelor takes this to mean that he knows he promised to find her lost item and nods, saying it is true.
Maeker seems to tense up, why was he reacting so strangely? Baelor looks around the room, he begins to get suspicious when Maekar starts raising his voice, telling him to leave again.
Baelor pokes and prods, but doesn't find anything, as he turns to leave, a shining light hits the corner of his eye. He turns and, in the cinders of the lit out fire, he sees it.
Lady Jenna's pendant is there, under the ashen debree. Baelor turns to his brother in disbelief.
He asks what it's doing there. But Maekar looks just as surprised to see it there.
He claims he didn't take it, he swears. Baelor asks how it got there. Maekar gets angry when Baelor doubts him, he lashes out, which only worsens the situation.
Baelor goes one step further and asks if he was responsible for for all the other stolen items in the keep. Maekar is overwhelmed, no matter how much he denies it, Baelor doesn't seem to believe him.
He tells him he knows about Summerhall about his lies, Baelor turns to him in confusion, what does Summerhall have to do with anything?
They are suddenly interrupted when Myriah herself barges in, followed by a few ladies in waiting trailing behind, they had called upon her when they heard the raising commotion from the young prince's room.
Baelor explains the situation as calmly as possible. Myriah is furious and immediately strikes her son. Baelor subconsciously steps forward, his natural insticts telling him to protect his brother.
Maekar is left agape, his mother had never laid a hand on him before.
She immediately starts reprimanding him, telling him how ashamed she is to have a thief for a son, how he will be punished once she speaks to their father.
Maekar starts to cry, he begs her to believe him, he didn't steal anything, but it all falls on deaf ears. She leaves and instructs that Baelor return lady Jenna's pendant at the party, she forbids Maekar from attending until they decide what is to be done with him.
Baelor is conflicted, Maekar does not cry often, a part of his mind wants to believe him, but the facts are right there.
He leaves Maekar's room, his mind and heart battling against eachother.
The day of celebration comes, thw halls are full, the lords and ladies eat and dance from eve to night. All is well, the king's family is in good spirits and even the legitimised side of the party is in a good mood.
All is well on the surface.
Daemon exchanges pleasantries with the partygoers, wacthing the royal family enjoying their meals, noticing the particular absence of one little prince.
He approaches a balcony and sees a boringly typical exchange, prince Baelor returning a lost pendant to lady Jenna. They exchange soft conversation, it could bore Daemon to death.
He walks out and interrupts them, entirely by accident of course. He speaks to lady Jenna and expresses his genuine happiness at seeing that her lost trinket was returned to her.
Baelor watches him with his guard up, he hadn't spoken to Daemon Blackfyre in weeks.
Daemon steps further out and congratulates them on the special occasion, Lady Jenna must be elated. They look at him in confusion.
Daemon elaborates on the announcement. Had Baelor not already asked for Lady Jenna's hand?
Jenna turns to Baelor in surprise, and something akin to hope. Baelor feels a headache start to creep in. He explains that there will be nothing propsal that night. He looks to Jenna apologetically.
Jenna's excuses herself and rushes out, perhaps going to relay the news to her family.
Baelor drops the soft expression as soon as she leaves and turns to Daemon with an almost hostile demeanor.
Daemon smiles and steps closer, he tells him he heard of what had transpired. Prince Maekar had stolen from the lords and ladies of court , would he be punished, he wonders.
Baelor watches him for a moment and then sighs. He urges that Daemon not spread misinformation amongst his comrades, they were still looking into the whole debacle.
Daemon hums and walks around the balcony, gazing down at the city below them. He speaks again. He asks Baelor if he feels ready for what is to come, when he asks what he means, Daemon dismisses him.
Baelor asks why he's been so interested in Maekar as of late. Daemon turns to him slowly. The amicable mask drops and he stares at him with open hatred.
Daemon tells him Maekar is at the cusp of a revelation. He will have to choose which side of history he wishes to stand by. Baelor feels his patience begin to snap.
He tells Daemon to remember his place, Maekar doesn't need his head being filled with Daemon's unorthodox way of thinking. He simply laughs at that.
He goes to leave, cryptic as ever and turns one last time, he simply says, " I shall win this time, Your Highness, the winning piece is now in my grasps." He leaves then, Baelor even more confused than before.
Baelor watches him leave, and feels unease creeping in. He will speak to Maekar in the morning, there was clearly much they had yet to discuss.
He tries to go back into the throws of celebration when he is ambushed by both his father and mother, they start to interrogate him on the matter of a potential proposal to lady Jenna.
On the other side of the Red Keep, Maekar sits by his windowsill, tears having run dry long ago. He feels enpty, broken in a way. He didn't care that they all blamed him.
He didn't care if they accused him of theft. He didn't even care that his mother had struck him. He didn't care.
What he did care for, was Baelor.
How could he not believe him? Maekar had always been loyal to him, he may have been a bit temperamental at times, but surely his intent was without question.
He would ride into battle for Baelor, he would become a steady rock and lay himself at the foundation of Baelor's rise to the throne in the years to come.
So, how could he not believe him?
Maekar feels a fresh set of tears start to brim, when his bedchamber doors open slowly. He turns in surprise, nobody comes into his room without knocking.
He let's down his guard when he sees Daemon step into the light. He turns his gaze back towards the window.
Daemon asks how he's feeling, he's heard the news of the robbery. Maekar scoffs and tells him to fuck off. His uncle pays him no mind.
He walks over and sits at his side, places a hand on his shoulder, Maekar looks at him, tired.
He tells him he doesn't believe the mindless chatter of the crowds, he knows Maekar didn't steal anything. Maekar laughs and sniffles, he tells Daemon he's only one that believes so.
Daemon presses on and tells him he has become fond of Maekar, he feels as though it is his duty as his uncle to tell him the truth. Maekar watches him expectantly.
Daemon tells him his parents plan on sending him away. As a ward in a foreign land. Makear is skeptical at the comment and turns away.
Daemon tells him that Baelor requested he be sent away, as a lesson, to learn from his mistakes.
He turns to him, tears streaming down his face. He calls him a liar, but his traitorous mind believes him. He wants to believe Baelor would never send him away, but after their last argument, he's not so sure.
Daemon tries to comfort him, gently stroking his head. He tells him it's true. Baelor told him moments ago.
Maaekar shakes his head as he trembles. He deosn't want to leave, he'll be good, he promises.
Daemon smiles and pulls him close, he tells him he knows he'll behave.
After all, Maekar is coming with him. Baelor has given him over to Dameon. Or so he says
Maekar doesn't understand what he's hearing. Why would Baelor let Daemon take him away, he hates Daemon. And where would they go? Did his parents really agree to this arrangement.
Was he to follow this false prince, into unknown lands, never knowing if and when he'd be allowed to return?
Did Baekor truly wish to send him away? Did he hate him that much? Over a simple misunderstanding of all things.
Daemon tells him it's time to go.
Before he can react, a white cloth covers his mouth, he struggles in vain for a while but ultimately succumbs to the dark. He goes limp in his uncle's arms.
Daemon holds him for a moment simply breathing it all in. He did it, his plans are finally coming into fruition.
He hauls the little prince in his arms and knocks on a secret passages door. A loyalist waits on the other side and helps guide him out of the palace.
He places Maekar in a carriage at the outskirts of the forest. He climbs in and instructs the others to proceed. He watches the keep and the city fade into the distance.
He has separated the Anvil from it's Hammer.
As he stares at the sleeping boy before him, he knows he is truly the God's favoured prince.
He wonders, with dark glee, how Prince Baelor will react at the loss of his dearest little brother.
He smiles as they ride off into the night.
This time, he will succeed
This time, he will become king.
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Let me know what you think x
I wanna make a 3rd and final part from Baelor's perspective, and I think itlle be a good one.
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