I am deeply sorry for the many ways I know I have fallen short of being the father you deserved. No doubt that is putting it mildly in your eyes but please believe I mean it with all my heart. Perhaps it is because you came later in my life, perhaps this illness is to blame, or even a punishment. I do not say this as an excuse or in an attemot at pity. Your Uncle Daemon once said I was weak as a king; perhaps he was right, and that weakness has bled to how I am as a father. Not only to the three of you, but to Rhaenyra and your mother as well. I should have done far more for you all.
Aegon, you were named for the Conquerer who united the realm. You have the true fire of the dragon, a strength and mind that should not go to waste. Your sister will need that when she sits the Iron Throne. You are my firstborn son; I should have done more for you in that regard, especially given my…past. Please be good to your sisters and believe me when I say that I am proud you.
Aemond, I know you are perhaps the one with most cause to hate me. Lucerys should have been punished in some way that night, but not the way your mother wanted. Taking his eye would not have restored yours and neither of you deserved to have your blood spilled. I can only hope that you don't let that anger at your nephew consume you and that you meant what you said about the 'exchange'. You proudly ride the mighty Vhager, but remember that there is a grave difference between being bonded with a dragon and controlling one, especially one as old and battle-worn as she. That idea was an illusion that brought about Old Valyria's doom. Dragon rider or not, you possess a skill with your blade and strength most men envy. For what little it may be worth, I am proud of the man you have become.
Helaena, you are the image of your mother. Many in our line have been dragon riders, but very few have been dreamers. I once considered myself one but you, my darling, truly have the gift. I am sorry if I didn't listen to them enough and wish I had the strength and time to do do now. There are many people who look down on those with such visions and I hope you don't take such whispers you may hear to heart. See it as the strength and gift it is. If you find and care to read this in time, perhaps you and the children would like to hear stories of your grandsire, Baelon the Brave, or King Jaehaerys?
I wish I had more time to rectify the mistakes I made with all of you. I only hope you do not hold it against each other or Rhaenyra or let it divide you. Find a way to stand united and strong. Not for my sake, but that of the House of the Dragon and the realm.
I am so proud of you all and love you all so much.
It had been three days now since they had laid Viserys to rest. In truth it was probably for the best that Viserys was now nothing more than ash in the wind for in his final days he had only gotten worse. What happened to him was his own doing in the end not listening to reason and feeling like he was being slighted rather than respecting Dothraki customs. Part of Daenerys was very torn about only having one remaining brother whom she was very close to and loved dearly, but Viserys had basically raised the two of them so it was like she lost a father also. This seemed to only draw her closer to Aemond during this time.
Where usually she rode close in the Khalasar to her husband she chose to hang back with her brother instead for comfort. She stayed on Aemond’s good side as she looked at him from her silver mare tilting her head at him. “It still doesn’t feel real. Does it?” She was referring to Viserys being gone, but also the fact that with Viserys being dead Aemond was technically their King now. He was Visery’s heir and now she would be his or maybe the son she was carrying would be once he was born. Her hand went to her stomach at the thought. “How are you fairing, brother?”
At 5'7, if Aemma goes on her tippie toes she can be just as tall as him!!
She drinks to celebrate Targaryen realness tallness! So rude of him to be just that little bit taller tbh, he should kneel down so she's taller for a bit
Alona had been half in love with Aemond since she was all of five years old, the first time she came to court, she was a year younger than him and had always trailed behind him like a lost duckling for most of their childhood. It had been whispered for some time that she would be his wife, she took her meals with him, watched him train as she worked on her embroidery, sat with him and talked when they were free and the night he lost his eye she snuck into his room once the Queen had left and checked on him.
But she was a woman now of ten and six and The Queen had sent for her to attend todays meeting in the throne room. She was told to stand next to Aemond and his siblings, she had been wrapped in a soft teal dress, one that made her eyes pop, it had been a gift from the Queen and she had been told to wear it today. When it was announced that she was to be betrothed to Aemond she looked up at him with wide ocean eyes, almost asking if he had known about this. When the meeting ended and she was left there with Aemond she finally asked “did you know? I’m not unhappy by the idea of marrying you-- just some forewarning would have been nice..”
Viserra stood, an unimpressed expression falling over her features as she looked at her uncle, lavender gaze narrowed. Was she aware of the rumours that followed closely behind herself and her brothers? Yes. But that didn’t mean Aemond had to make his comments. “Surely one of my brothers are around for you to annoy with your implications.”
Yet again , Aegon’s younger brother had come to rescue . The one-eyed prince ventured through the tunnels and streets of flea bottom to find him deep into his cups in some seedy tavern . It took a lot of convincing , bargaining , and pleading , but eventually he agreed to leave with Aemond . He stumbled behind , drunken steps taken at an awkward pace .
Aegon stalled again , right outside the secret entrance to the castle . ❝ HOLD ON , ❞ he called out , hand against a cold stone wall for support . ❝ I… I HAVE TO — ❞ he doubled over and all the food and drink from the night poured out of his mouth . When all was said and done , the prince whipped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt . He carried on , walking towards the castle . ❝ I THINK I GOT ALL OF IT OUT . ❞ //@scndbrn
‘ I FEEL AS THOUGH MUCH INDEED DEPENDS UPON THE NATURE OF INTENTIONS. ’ A level firmness is housed in the THRANDUILION’S smooth timbre. Yet too is there PLEASANTRY and placidity in it’s iron as the man afore him is regarded. Frost colored gaze so alike a parents, astute and sharp neath dark brows as it’s attention is offered. LEGOLAS’ regal jaw finding a infinitesimal cant. An action born of and b e q u e a t h e d at birth. Greenleaf’s expression one of delicately carved quietude, cast in partial shroud from a travelling cloak. The garment offering cover to pale tresses who’s ends brush in smooth C A S C A D E upon a collarbone and to the sharp ears neath the fabrics sparse weight.
How the air breathed different in this place! Heavier. A density not akin to the weight that presses to the great halls of ERYN GALEN. Heat resides here, yet so too does a chill. Indeed! One he would surely feel had it not been for the hardiness bestowed to those of his ilk. ‘ A gift has many MEANINGS, a blade has many sides....and much is indeed the same for conversation, do you not think? ’
❝i am sorry about your eye, uncle. i was just a child, trying to protect my brother.❞ the guilty was still eating him up about it, and it had only gotten worse as he got older. ❝i did not mean to maim you.❞
