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˚꒰♡꒱‧ Hi there! Before you read this, you should know that English is not my first language. And @moodyfog told me that fanfic writers could do a better job at writing hotd, and I thought, well how would have I wrote it if I was in Ryan place? And BOOM! Here it is. So yeah, Don't forget to like, reblog and give me feedback. Hope you enjoy!
In the early hours of the morning, Aegon sat in his chambers, nursing a goblet of strong wine. His eyes were bloodshot, and his demeanor was distant. The door creaked open, and in walked Jaehaerys, his six-year-old son, brimming with excitement.
Jaehaerys had cut his hair short, just like his father’s, and wore a small wooden dagger at his waist. His little dragon perched on his shoulder, its wings fluttering slightly as it adjusted its position. The boy's face was lit with pride and anticipation.
“Father! Look at me!” Jaehaerys called out, his voice cutting through Aegon’s thoughts.
Aegon looked up, his expression a mixture of weariness and curiosity. His initial reaction was a scowl, his eyes narrowing at the interruption. But as he took in the sight of his son, his gaze softened.
“What is it, Jaehaerys?” he asked, his voice gruff.
Jaehaerys stood tall, puffing out his chest. “I cut my hair like yours. And I have my dragon and my dagger. I want to be just like you when I grow up!”
Aegon’s heart twisted painfully. He felt a mix of pride and sorrow, emotions he often drowned in wine and indifference. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.
“Is that so?” Aegon replied, his tone guarded. “Why would you want to be like me?”
Jaehaerys’s face fell slightly, confusion clouding his young eyes. “Because you’re my father. I want to be like you.”
Aegon’s jaw tightened. He looked away, staring into the distance as memories of his own childhood, filled with neglect and abuse, flooded back. He knew he wasn’t the father his son needed, and the guilt of it weighed heavily on him.
“Being like me isn’t something to aspire to, son,” Aegon muttered, his voice tinged with bitterness. “I’m not strong or kindhearted. I’m not someone to look up to.”
Jaehaerys stepped closer, his small hand reaching out to touch his father’s arm. “But I don’t care, Father. You’re still my father, and you’re the best man in my life.”
Aegon’s eyes widened slightly at his son’s words. The sincerity in Jaehaerys’s voice cut through his defenses, and he felt a lump form in his throat.
“You want to be like me because I’m your father?” Aegon asked, his voice barely a whisper.
Jaehaerys nodded eagerly, a bright smile spreading across his face. “Yes, Father. Because you’re my father, and that makes you the best. I want to be like you because you’re you.”
Aegon felt a tear escape his eye, quickly brushing it away with the back of his hand. He placed a trembling hand on Jaehaerys’s shoulder, his grip firm but not unkind.
“You don’t have to be like me to make me proud, Jaehaerys,” Aegon said, his voice cracking slightly. “You’re already more than I ever was.”
Jaehaerys beamed up at his father, his eyes filled with unwavering love and admiration. “I’ll try, Father. I still want to make you proud.”
Aegon pulled Jaehaerys into a rough embrace, holding him tightly. “You already do, my boy. You already do.”
As he held his son, Aegon felt the weight of his own failures pressing down on him. He knew he needed to be better, not just for himself, but for his children. They deserved a father who could show them love and support, not just a distant, broken man.
When Jaehaerys pulled back, Aegon managed a strained smile. “Now, go find your sister and brother. They’ll want to see their brave brother with his dragon.”
Jaehaerys nodded and ran off, his dragon chirping excitedly on his shoulder. Aegon watched him go, a deep sadness settling in his chest. He knew he had a long way to go to be the father his children deserved, but for now, he would take solace in their love and determination.
As he picked up his goblet of wine again, he swore to himself that he would try to be better. For Jaehaerys, for his family, and for the boy inside him who had never known love.
"Choose," Blood demanded, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. "Or we end them both."
Tears streamed down your face as you looked into the terrified eyes of your sons. Jaehaerys tried to mustera brave front, but the quiver in his voice betrayed his terror. Maelor, still a toddler, clung to Jaehaerys with innocent confusion, sensing the danger but unable to grasp its severity.
"Please... no," you pleaded, your voice barely a whisper, your legs threatening to give way beneath you.
Blood tightened his grip on Jaehaerys hair, his dagger pressing against the boy's pale throat. "Time's running out," he sneered, the sadistic glee in his eyes sending shivers down your spine.
Desperation clawed at your chest as you struggled to find words, to find a way out of this nightmare. "I can't... I can't choose, kill me instead! Kill me!" you managed to choke out, your voice cracking with despair.
Cheese's eyes narrowed, his cold gaze flickering between you and your sons. "Then they both die," he declared, his voice devoid of any mercy.
Jaehaerys, his young face pale but defiant, turned to you with a bravery that tore at your heart. "Kill me," he said softly, his eyes pleading with you to stop crying.
"No, Jaehaerys, no!" you cried out, your hands reaching out futilely towards him.
Jaehaerys met your gaze with a small, sad smile. "Don't cry, mother," he whispered, his voice trembling with the weight of his impending fate. "I'll be brave.. for you."
Tears streamed down your cheeks as Blood moved with cruel deliberation. His blunt dagger tore through Jaehaerys's tender flesh slowly, agonizingly, each cut a testament to their pleasure and your helplessness. Jaehaerys whimpered in pain, his brave facade crumbling as his body convulsed with each excruciating moment.
"STOP! PLEASE GODS STOP!" you screamed, your voice raw with anguish, your struggles against Cheese's iron grip futile.
Jaehaerys's cries grew weaker with each passing second, his small frame trembling with pain and fear. The room filled with the sickening sounds of flesh tearing and your son's desperate gasps for air. Maelor, still clinging to his brother, whimpered in confusion, his innocent eyes wide with terror.
Finally, with a brutal twist, Jaehaerys's head was severed from his body, falling to the ground with a sickening thud. His lifeless eyes stared up at you, forever frozen in a silent plea for mercy that would never come. Blood and Cheese departed, leaving behind a trail of blood and your soul-shattering screams.
You collapsed to the ground, clutching Jaehaerys's limp body to your chest, the weight of your grief crushing you. "No... Jaehaerys, my baby" you sobbed, your cries echoing through the empty halls.
The world around you blurred into a haze of pain and loss. You rocked back and forth, cradling Jaehaerys's lifeless form, unable to comprehend the enormity of your devastation. Your heart, shattered into a million pieces, ached with a grief that would haunt you for eternity.
Aegon reclined upon the Iron Throne, he engaged in banter with his gourds. Laughter echoed through the hall, a fleeting respite.
The sound of hurried footsteps disrupted the jovial atmosphere. Aegon's laughter ceased abruptly as he looked up, his gaze locking onto Jaehaera's tear-streaked face.
Her normally vibrant eyes were clouded with anguish, her slender frame trembling with silent sobs. Aegon's heart clenched with instinctive foreboding, the mirth evaporating into a chilling realization of impending tragedy.
"Jaehaera," Aegon's voice rang out, laden with concern and urgency. She hesitated, her words stifled by the overwhelming grief that gripped her. With trembling hands, she pointed wordlessly towards the direction of their chambers, her eyes pleading with a pain too profound for words.
"D-daughter, what is it?" Aegon's voice faltered, the sense of unease growing within him as he rose from the throne. Jaehaera tried to speak, her voice choked by sobs, but only managed to utter fragmented words, "J-Jaehaerys... chambers..."
A cold shiver ran down Aegon's spine at the mention of his son's name. Dread settled in the pit of his stomach, his heart pounding with a foreboding he couldn't quite comprehend. Before he could coax more words from Jaehaera, a piercing scream tore through the air.
It was the scream of his wife, a sound so raw and full of anguish that it cut through the festivities like a knife. Aegon's blood ran cold as he turned towards the direction of their chambers, his steps quickening into a frantic sprint.
In a blur of motion, he raced through the corridors, the echo of his hurried footsteps a haunting prelude to the devastating truth that awaited him. His mind raced with desperate prayers and agonizing uncertainties, his grip on hope slipping with each passing moment.
Jaehaera followed close behind, her cries blending with her mother's screams as they raced through the corridors. The castle seemed to stretch endlessly before them, each moment stretching into eternity as dread gnawed at Aegon's insides.
The agonizing sound of his wife's screams tore through the air as he reached their children's chamber. Aegon's heart shattered at the sight before him—an image seared into the depths of his tormented soul.
His wife lay crumpled on the floor, her anguished cries reverberating off the walls of their once-happy sanctuary. In her arms, she clutched Jaehaerys's lifeless form, blood staining her hands and clothes. Maelor, their youngest, stood beside her, his tear-streaked face a mask of confusion and sorrow.
Aegon staggered forward, his world collapsing around him with each agonizing heartbeat. He fell to his knees beside his wife, his trembling hands reaching out towards Jaehaerys's motionless body, a futile attempt to reclaim the warmth of life that had fled.
His wife's cries tore through him, a raw symphony of grief that echoed the depths of his own soul. He looked up at her, their eyes meeting in a shared anguish that transcended words. Words failed him as he knelt there, consumed by the enormity of their loss.
Maelor's tear-filled gaze met his own, seeking answers that Aegon felt powerless to provide. The innocence in his son's eyes shattered the walls of denial that threatened to engulf Aegon's shattered heart.
Jaehaera sobbed uncontrollably, her words a broken plea for understanding amidst the chaos. "F-father... Jaehaerys..." she managed to choke out, her voice trembling with grief.
Aegon's mind raced, grappling with the relentless tide of denial. He couldn't accept the truth, couldn't comprehend the void left by Jaehaerys's absence. His trembling hand reached out to touch his son's still form, fingers brushing against cold skin.
"Jaehaerys?..." Aegon whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. He searched desperately for any sign of life, any flicker of warmth, but found only the chilling finality of death.
"B-but you're going to be king... you want to be like me... Why... Where's your head?" His tears fell freely, mingling with the bloodstains on the floor as he cradled his wife and his dead son body in his arms.
In the deafening silence that followed, broken only by his wife's inconsolable cries, Aegon knelt there, shattered and hollowed by grief that threatened to consume him whole.
'Bring me his head,' you said, your voice flat and devoid of emotion. A chill settled in the room, the servants drawing back, horrified. They dared not question your words.
The head arrived, wrapped in a crimson cloth, a stark contrast to the pallid face beneath. The messengers, their eyes filled with pity and fear, placed it before you. You didn't touch it, didn't even look at it. You simply nodded, dismissed them with a wave of your hand.
They left, leaving you alone with the gruesome package.
You unwrapped the cloth, revealing your son's face, frozen in a silent scream. His eyes, once sparkling with mischief, were now vacant, staring blankly into the void. A single tear escaped your eye, but it was quickly swallowed by the emptiness within you.
With a chilling smile that seemed to stretch across your face like a mask of ice, you picked up the head, cradling it like a precious doll. Then, you began to hum a lullaby, the melody as cold and lifeless as the body in your hands.
'Hush, little baby, don't you cry,
Mother's going to make you whole again, by and by.
The world is cruel, the world is cold,
But mother will keep you safe, she'll keep you bold.'
You picked up a needle and thread, the glint of the steel a stark contrast to the porcelain of your son's face. The servants, their eyes wide with horror, watched helplessly. They had seen you grieve, they had seen you rage, but this… this was something else entirely.
'See, little one, the world stole your voice,
But mother will give it back, she'll make you rejoice.
We'll stitch you back together, piece by piece,
And the world will tremble, at our grim release.'
Needle pierced flesh, thread pulled taut. You hummed on, your voice growing stronger with each stitch, each pulse of the needle. You were a creature of vengeance, possessed by a grief so deep it had consumed your soul.
'This is for the world, my darling, for all that they've done.
We'll rise from the ashes, we'll be the rising sun.
And when they see you, whole and strong,
They’ll know the price of their sins, and the cost of their wrong.'
With the final stitch, the head was attached to the body, a grotesque, stitched-together mockery of life. And you, the Queen, the bereaved mother, smiled. A smile that chilled the very air.
The servants, their eyes filled with tears, whispered amongst themselves, 'The Queen has gone mad.' But deep down, they knew, you were not mad. You were broken.
'Your boy was a brave one, I'll give him that,' Blood said, laughing. 'He chose to die rather than see his mother cry. But if only my dagger had been sharper, he wouldn't have suffered so much. His big eyes filled with tears, the light in them slowly fading as he choked for air.'
Aegon's face remained impassive as he listened to Blood's words, but inside he was seething with rage.
'Your dagger was dull?' Aegon suddenly spoke, his voice cold and devoid of emotion. 'Well, let me show you what a dull dagger can do.'
At Aegon's command, a guard brought him Blood's dull dagger that was colored by Jaehaerys blood.
Blood's grin faltered as he realized Aegon's intentions. 'You can't be serious,' he protested, but Aegon's men only looked on with blank faces, refusing to intervene.
Aegon took the dagger with a grim smile. He approached Blood, who shrank back in fear, but there was nowhere for him to run.
Aegon began to torture Blood, cutting his body bit by bit with the dull dagger. Blood screamed in pain, but Aegon showed him no mercy. He laughed as he inflicted pain on the man who had taken his son's life.
'This is for Jaehaerys,' Aegon muttered as he cut into Blood's arm, causing the man to cry out in pain. 'For the light in his eyes, which you extinguished.' Aegon stabbed the dull blade into Blood's leg, causing him to writhe in agony.
'For the tears that filled his eyes as he choked for air.' Aegon drove the blade into Blood's chest, causing the man to scream in pain.
Blood's screams filled the chamber as Aegon continued to mutilate him, but Aegon felt no pity. He let out all his rage and anger towards Blood as he took his revenge.
'Is this how Jaehaerys felt, you bastard?' Aegon growled as he struck again. 'Is this what he endured because of your dull dagger?'
Blood's face was a mask of pain and fear as he realized the depths of Aegon's anger. But still, he taunted him, his voice weak and trembling.
'Go ahead, king Aegon. Finish me off. I've killed many men in my time, and I'm ready to meet my maker. But know this - your son died because of you, because you're weak.'
Aegon's dagger paused for a moment, and Blood looked up at him, a smirk on his face. But then, Aegon's expression changed. His face twisted in rage, and he raised the dagger high above his head, brought it down with all his strength.
Blood's head rolled to the ground, and Aegon stood over it, panting heavily. He looked down at the lifeless head, and a single tear rolled down his cheek.
Jaehaerys was gone. And no amount of revenge could bring him back. But at least Aegon had made Blood pay for his sins. And perhaps, in some small way, he could take solace in that.
@ 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 . 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠.
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