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[A/N: Next Chapter is on my Patreon, (Link on my bio) and any other chapter that follows will be uploaded there. The next chapters will be uploaded tomorrow and on Monday at the time of publishing this chapter (10-10-25)
Will upload at a 1-1 when I have the story ahead by 10 chapters.]
(Third Person POV)
[King's Landing, 119 A.C]
Daemon Targaryen was walking inside the Small Council Room, having been summoned by the King.
He let out an annoyed sigh as he stopped in front of the table, and he saw that his brother was giving him a serious scowl.
"What is it?" He asked
The King leaned back on his chair, looking at his brother, "So...." He said, "You insulted our nephew on his wedding day by saying that he was never fit to be Heir in the first place."
Daemon rolled his eyes, "Oh, this?" He said, "You lot have no sense of humor."
Viserys leaned forwards, "Humor? You think that is humorous?" He said, "On his most important day, you go and make a remark like that. Aegor is our brother's son, Daemon, our only nephew. You think that Baelor would do the same with any of our children?"
Daemon turned around, "There you go again, ranting about Baelor." He said, "When will you stop mentioning that buffoon."
"He's our brother!!" Viserys shouted
"He's dead, Viserys!" Daemon snapped, "He's been dead for years. When will we move on from him?"
Viserys stood up, "You never liked him, I know that much." He said seriously, "I know the way you looked at him, but you can not stand there and lie to me, to yourself, that he was more than just family. Baelor was the soul of this family, Daemon. And when he died, you became incredibly bitter about it. Now, I don't know if it is because he left a son that was my Heir for quite the longest time, or maybe it was because he died thinking that you not once showed him love."
"That's enough." Daemon said, "So I said some words about Aegor at his wedding, big deal."
"Oh, it's a big deal." Viserys said as he walked to the side, "Do you not know that boy is incredibly petty. Dare I say, he's worse than you in that matter. You can expect him to retaliate one day and I don't want my brother and nephew to be at each other's throats for something so foolish."
"You may think he's just petty, but Aegor is not what he seems." Daemon looked at him, "He's something much more sinister."
Viserys scoffed, "Sinister?" He said while shaking his head, "That is ridiculous. Stop speaking such nonsense. I admit that Aegor is cunning and can be very angry sometimes, but he's not sinister. Not in the slightest. If anything, that would be you. But you are still my brother. And even if he was what you think he is, he is still my blood, my family."
"Sure, if that is what you say." Daemon said, "But one day, the truth will come to light."
"Know that much."
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In the Secret Gardens of the Red Keep, a tall and young man was sitting on a bench, looking up at the sky. He wore a completely black attire, with faint silver embroidery, the sigil of House Targaryen on the right side of his shirt.
This was Prince Aegor Targaryen, who had just turned 15 not too long ago and had just been married to Lady Selene Redwyne the day prior. For quite some time, Aegor was the Crown Prince, next in line to the Iron Throne, and was intended to succeed Viserys Targaryen. His Father was the younger brother of the King who had died a few weeks after Aegor was born to a cousin of Lord Baratheon at the time.
After Queen Alicent Hightower gave birth to Aegon Targaryen, Aegor was supplanted as Heir, which wasn't something he truly cared about. He was but a boy at the time, indifferent to many things. With the Princes Aemond and Daeron now born, both Aegor and Daemon Targaryen were no longer in sights to become King.
One of them doesn't care much, while the other is clearly bothered by it.
Aegor, despite his indifferent attitude, has become aware of several secrets in the Red Keep. These secrets are more than enough to tarnish the reputations of many important figures in court. However, he has not let anyone know of these secrets, since he has many plans regarding them.
He stood up, his tall and muscular frame becoming visible in the sunlight.
"H-Husband...." a voice said
Aegor turned to see a young woman with dark brown hair walking up to him. She wore a burgundy dress, outlined with black and gold. She reached Aegor, being towered by the Prince, who simply looked at her with a serious expression.
This was Lady Selene, Aegor's wife. She was two years older than her, having just turned 17 not too long ago. She was the promised maiden that Aegor was wed to after Aegon Targaryen was born. Aegor was indifferent about the wedding but told his bride that he would be as good as he could be.
"Selene." Aegor said
Selene let out a slight smile, "What may you be doing here, My Prince?" She asked softly, "Do you not wish to spend time with me? Perhaps.....you can take me to see the dragon-"
"The dragons are dangerous creatures." Aegor cut her off, "Do you truly think I will endanger my wife by taking her there?"
"Oh....." Selene said with a frown, "I....I see. I apologize."
Aegor placed his hand on her chin, "I have things to do, wife." He said, "I give you my word that I will be in your company within an hour. Do me a favor and wait in my chambers."
Selene nodded, "Yes...." She said softly, "As you wish....."
She turned around and walked away, Aegor simply stared at her as she disappeared in the distance.
He then turned to walk towards the edge of the Gardens and stand next to a pillar, looking to the side as a familiar figure came into view. Walking towards him from the opposite direction was Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, who had a slight smile on her face as she reached Aegor.
She stopped and looked at him with a frown, as if she didn't expect to see him there, "Aegor." She said softly, "What are you-"
"That's quite the smile, cousin." Aegor leaned against the pillar, "It is as if you had just met with someone you particularly like."
Rhaenyra's face hardened, "W-What do you mean?"
"I hear Ser Laenor is still at sea." Aegor looked to the side, his arms crossed, "It appears someone has been keeping you company."
Rhaenyra scowled, "Just what are you trying to imply?" She said, "You may be my cousin, but if you think of inferring-"
"Shhh...." Aegor placed his hands on his lips, signaling her to shut up, "I don't have anything to imply. I have one thing to show you, that is all."
He pulled out a letter and showed it to her.
Rhaenyra looked at it and her eyes widened, her face going immediately pale, "W-Where did you get this?"
"You'd be surprised how drunk Ser Harwin gets when he gets excited by your promises of a good time." Aegor said, "Sneaking into his chambers over by the barracks is quite easy."
Rhaenyra tried to grab the letter but Aegor moved his hand away in time, "Give that to me!"
"Your writing, your words. I do wonder how the King might react to this. Hm....." Aegor said as he stepped to the side, "No, not him. I do wonder how everyone else might react to this. Trying to create some sort of scandal. You haven't given Laenor a child, you already have everyone talking. It is quite interesting....."
Rhaenyra glared at him, "Aegor, this isn't a game."
"You're right about that." Aegor said with a slight smirk, "This isn't a game."
"What do you want?" Rhaenyra asked with a serious expression
Aegor stepped closer to her, "I know that you and Lady Laena are quite close." He whispered to her, "I require a meeting with her. Alone."
"W-what???" Rhaenyra said, "Why?!"
"Let that be my problem." Aegor told her as he stepped away, "Do that and I might destroy the first of many letters in your writing."
"How many do you have???" Rhaenyra asked
"Don't worry." Aegor turned around and began to walk away, "You know what to do. Tell anyone else about this conversation....."
"I will have no choice to expose you."