The boy held his grandmother's hand tightly as she left this world. He had sung her the most beautiful song that could slip from his lips and he swore that he would never sing again.
Prince Aenar Targaryen wept the day of his great-grandmother's death and never again did one of his beautiful songs grace the ears of Westaros. It's said that many a man and woman wept greatly at the loss of such a voice, many had once proclaimed the boy as the greatest singer to have ever been born and that ever would be.
But there was only one song left behind from his life. The song written and later known as the song of Grace and Fury. It was a tale known to every man woman and child in all seven kingdoms and heard far and wide from the three islands named for the conquerors themselves to the canable sands, beyond the bone mountains, and even further east than the forested lands of far Mossovy.
And that tale all began the day of the death of Queen Alyssane Targaryen. Prince Aenar had been deeply attached to his great-grandmother far more so than any other member of House Targaryen. The boy had been born with the pale silver golden hair of the Valyrian house and the bright orange eyes of his mother's house.
The Royces in the Vale had been ecstatic to receive a royal marriage at first, but when the match between Prince Daemon and Lady Rhea Royce turned sour so did their enthusiasm.
The pair had only lain together once out of duty on the night they had been wed, and yet in only a few months it was clear that Lady Rhae had fallen pregnant.
Rumors had then stirred and the realm had been all but too sure that the child would be a bastard. It was to the point that the royal house including Daemon himself had not been present for the birth.
On that day the heavens themselves split open and a great storm like the Vale had never seen opened up over Runestone.
When the storm had passed and it had been made clear that the infant Prince was in fact not a bastard, the boy had been given the title Storm Breaker.
Even then the rouge Prince had refused to even see or name his own son as a result the boy had been named Aenar by his mother.
In order to make up for the grave insult levied against their house the Queen herself had visited the Vale and delivered the most recent egg laid by Silverwing.
Unfortunately the egg did not hatch which had seemingly killed any and all juvenile interest in the rouge Prince for his son.
The queen however had taken a liking to the boy who she said greatly resembled her firstborn son Aemon.
Soon enough the boy was old enough to walk and talk but he had never left the Vale or been to the capital. Instead, he stayed in Runestone where he grew up healthy and strong. He was tall for his age with sharp Valyrian features and a talent for all things physical. But his true talent was in songs and stories.
It was a talent his great-grandmother often helped him nurture. He would sing to her often and it was she who invited him to her women's courts to perform for the Vales' noble ladies. Soon enough his songs and tales had become more widely known than any bard or musician that had walked the land. He had a voice that would enraptured all and bring grown men and hardened warriors to tears.
Then the day came when he received invitation to the great council of 101 AC in the haunted halls of Harrenhal. There at the queens behest he would perform for his greatest audience yet. Many had heard the tale of the boy and his magical voice and many attempted to discredit him. All had learned that such dicreditors were not but fools after that day.
His voice had reached the ears of hundreds of thousands at the great council and each of them would never forget it.
But more had occurred there than just song. Daemon had met his son for the very first time. But instead of the grand reunion or bitter fight all had been expecting. The two had simply stared at each other for a few moments ten feet apart. Then one word had slipped from each of their lips.
"Father."
"Son."
That was all there was to it.
Left most people stunned but they weren't most people.
He had met the other members of the dragon's blood. Viserys and Aemma were rather awkward and Rhaenys was mostly indifferent if not a tad bit suspicious towards him.
He and Rhaenyra however did not get along at all. The two bickered every time they talked, the conflict stirring from a comment Daemkn had made about his son the first time Rhaenyra had learned about him.
"He's no true dragon anyway, barely a Royce, he's better off staying in the Vale with his songs where he belongs."
Meanwhile the exact opposite of Rharnyras attitude towards him was true of the twins Laenor and Laena.
The moment they had heard his singing voice for the first time the two children had practically fallen head over heels in love with the boy.
Even Rhaeynyra who refused to apologize for her rude words had begrudgingly admitted that the boy was good.
The twins however had basically sung his praises all the way back to Driftmark.
And when the boy returned to the Vale tales of his prowess followed him. But then the day came. It was said that he had singing in his room forging a master piece that would have shocked the world when a letter from the capital had arrived.
The boy had rushed to King's Landing faster than fast. By the time he had arrived, the queen was already on her deathbed and she only had a few moments alone with her favorite descendant before she passed away.
That was the last day Aenar sang and that was also the last time he shed any tears. That is how the tale begins.
So sing, sing of the great wrath of the final Fury. Sing of the birth of the final dragon lord. Sing of Aenar Targaryen, the song of Grace and Fury. A song that washed the whole world in flames of devastation and drowned the sky in blood.
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Hey guys got my new phone so we're all good there. This is just something I felt like writing originally it was an alternate route of the story I planned to take but I ultimately decided against it. Still, I thought I would at least get the thoughts out of my head to help me with some writers block I've been having with making the next canon chapter. If you guys want more maybe I'll add some of it between this and the next arc.