Hello everyone, I'll be participating in my first little competition here. Think of this as a trial run to see if it'll work in the future so this might not happen again for a while. Also side note chapters will pretty much always be out on Monday or Tuesday.
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Best or funniest GIF gets a shout-out and you can suggest what the first bonus chapter should be about. Also, it should be noted that bonus chapters will be much shorter and less serious as to save time while I write the actual chapters.
Red Keep, Kings Landing
101 AC
Aemon Targaryen
'Muhahahahhahaa! Yes! My foolish uncle has fallen to the power of my irresistible manipulative charms and now using his foolish naivety I shall settle this foolish beef between brothers and change the future.' I think as I pran-ahem- ahem I mean regally stroll through the halls of the Red Keep towards my deadbea-ahem I mean most esteemed royal father.
Frankly, I think my little performance couldn't have gone better. And oh Rheanyra coming in the room like a paid actor I mean just perfect. I mean if changing his mind was that easy just imagine how quickly I'll be done with my father. My pace quickens at the thought and from the smiles and bows from all the serving women around me as I pass by them it must surely be true. Although some of them do sound rather worried.
Their voices do tremble slightly whenever they say "My prince." to me. So perhaps I should worry more about the outcome of this conversation? But the sound of my uncle and Ser Gerold behind me restores my confidence. Yes, no doubt this will be yet another task that I complete with ease.
I opened the door in front of me expecting to see the Rogue Prince I remember. 'This is going to be a breeze.' I thought but little did I know that instead of the Rogue Prince I would be met with a mumbling drunk The servants stayed in the corner heads down a few even shivered in apparent fear of us. Or was it my father that they were afraid of?
Meanwhile, in front of the three of us, a silver-haired man lye sprawled out face down on the floors of the castle stinking of alcohol and perfumes. Something which I can only assume is what whores smell like. That reminds me I should probably go meet that white worm lady at some point.
'If like in the books she really does become pregnant with my sibling well… it doesn't matter for now.' I turned to look back at my uncle. The angry look on Viserys convinced me that my kind uncle V truly was the last rider of Balerion the Black Dread. I think I must have made a face because he looked at me and his expression changed to calmer. I tried to determine what that look meant. It took me a minute but I realized it was pity. Most likely due to my lack of a proper father figure and instead having this in front of me.
Then I turned to Ser Gerold he too said nothing but from the frown on his face I could tell he was not pleased with his cousin's husband. Still, he held his tongue and looked back at me as well nearly hiding the pity. More pity I don't need that what I need is a prince I can talk to not some back street thug fresh off bedding his last whore. No this must be amended immediately.
'If this is him drunk I wonder how he is hungover. Oh well, I suppose that's a question for the morning.' I walked over to him, his eyes were drifting closed and his groans were becoming quieter. I took a glass bottle out of his almost limp hand honestly I'm surprised he hadn't tipped it over in his drunken stupor. He started to rouse when I took it from him but it wasn't enough for me. I looked down at my father as he mindlessly searched for the bottle.
I sniff it wine it's fruity so it's not bad but still. I imagine he hasn't only been drinking this all day long. I look to one of the servants to confirm my question.
"You!" I point to one of them standing slightly ahead of the others. "When did he get this? Or did he bring this with him from the streets?" The head maid shivers at my sharp tone I didn't realize I could have that effect on people who were bigger than me yet. They all seemed so scared to speak but why wouldn't they be from what I can tell I might have to power to just have them killed with a few words.
"H-He ordered us to bring it to him, my prince. No glass just the bottle. The prince was already drunk when he arrived." One of the servants said. She seemed to be the head of all the ones in this room. But putting that aside how is he here if he's this drunk? If he were already stumbling in he would have had to climb stairs. There's no way he had that much balance unless he wasn't this drunk when he got here.
"Aemon perhaps it's best if" My uncle says but I cut him off again. I really need to stop doing that it'll get me in trouble someday probably but whatever.
"Don't worry uncle I will handle this," I say looking back at him with probably the most serious face a three-year-old has ever made in this world. Although I could be wrong there are some strange things on this planet if it is like the books. I turn my attention back to my father.
"Tell me is this still the first bottle he's had and if not how many has he?" I say looking away from father and back at the servant. For some reason, I start to wonder what her name is. I know the names of all the servants at Runestone from the chefs to the kennel master but it feels almost strange not knowing whom I'm speaking to.
"I-it's not your grace. H-He told us to b-bring him more wine when he arrived my prince." The servant said nervously brushing her slightly calloused hands on her sleeves. It's odd I can see so many more details now. I'm ten feet away from her maybe a little more and yet I can notice the callous on her fingers. I could see the lines of her fingerprints and the smaller details of her skin. So odd and on top of that I hadn't even activated the sky dragon eye yet.
"Very well. But would any of you be willing to tell me why my father is still on the floor and not in his bedchambers?" I say looking between them. It should have been an obvious thing to do. Even if they didn't do it on their own the King and Queen should have known about this by the time we got here. Well at least I think so but who knows their no Varys or little finger who have thousands of spies at their disposal.
"He ordered us not to touch him, my prince." She says not looking at me in the eye. I looked back to my father dark sister still at his side then back to the serving girl.
He was my favorite character from the show and here he was a drunken smelly mess on the ground before me. Not the top-tier aura farmer I admired or the charming rogue I thought he was. Just a drunken fool lying on the ground and nothing more. This man this… thing I'm not sure I even have the words to describe. This is the rider of Caraxes the blood wyrm? This is the father of not one but two future kings? How is that even possible? No absolutely not. This is unacceptable! How could such a man be reduced to this state?
"Aemon maybe you should," My uncle says but before he can finish speaking whatever he's going to say I pour the rest of the alcohol on Daemon's face. He just awake sputtering drunken insults until he recognizes me.
"Aemon Wh—what're ugh what the fuck are you doin' here? Thought you were… gone or somethin'. I ugh… Where am I?" He says drunkenly his words aren't quite slurred just more drawn out and spoken with a stammer.
"Your in the Red Keep father. I'm here to get you to your chambers." I say as he groans and reaches a hand to his face still covered in red wine. It even stained his hair slightly. He turns on his side and fetches but luckily he doesn't vomit.
"Ser Gerold help me take him to his chambers. Uncle I'm sure you know the way. Well have a bath prepared for him once he's there." I say as father groans again and I realize he's already starting to feel the hangover. I flick my gaze back to my uncle briefly and his scowl remains harsh but not as bad as before.
He sighs "Yes I do." As he says this Ser Gerold reaches down and helps lift my father off the ground. He grunts and my father stumbles to his feet and teeters around.
He groans again and says "Unhand me you old bronze cunt." Ser Gerold looks back at me and Viserys wondering if he should obey the command. Father swayed still muttering under his arm as Gerold question hung in the air.
This time my uncle steps in and says "It is fine Ser Gerold hold on to him." Then he walks over and supports Daemon's other shoulder. Mean while I order the servants around to make the proper preparations. Soon the bath will be drawn and Ser Gerold, Viserys, father, and I begin to leave.
Soon we were walking through the halls and up flights of stairs. I walked behind them up a wide staircase past red walls and paintings. I saw the first and was hit by a strange sensation. It was a painting of the conquerors. The trio that started out dynasty who united six of the seven kingdoms together. But they only got six we still need all seven. Perhaps I should do something perhaps I should finish their work.
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"Dorne… the desert and its people. They killed one dragon… but." I said as my thoughts began to wander to Rhaenys and Meraxes. One dragon fell but the remaining two did not respond with tears they responded as dragons do. With fire and blood and fury like no other. It was a called the dragon's wrath.
Perhaps I should change that although Daeron's conquest was a success he could not hold Dorne. But he did conquer it however we might need to do as the second did. Bind it with marriage somehow but who knows? Then my eyes drifted to Aegon's other Queen. Visenya Targaryen was a warrior Queen and a dragon rider. The wielder of our family's second Valyrian steel sword Dark sister. A sword now wielded by my father and my grandmother before him. I always thought it was unfortunate her line ended with Maegor. It was also a shame that the name could no longer be used because it was believed to be cursed now. He used dark sister as well as Blackfyre too I wonder if perhaps one day I will also wield the blade.
"Aemon?" My uncle called back out to me. They stopped as they continued to lift my father up and turned back to look at me. His gaze questioned why I stopped moving with them. I glanced back at the painting quickly then back at my uncle and called out.
"Sorry!" Rushing to move up the stairs my glance flickering back to the other paintings on the wall for a brief moment. Then I ran up step by step trying to catch up.
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Sorry for the delay this chapter I'll try to be on time next week.