~81 AV (After Valyria)~
~Aegon Targaryen POV~
Just as I was about to sit up, a rush of memories flood my mine with unnatural clarity. Nearly 7 years of memories join and merge perfectly with mine, merging the young Targaryen and myself into one person.
Sitting up on my new bed, I begin to inspect my new room. It's clearly medieval, it's also fairly spartan it lacks the extravagance I would've thought of a dragon Lord.
Sure, there's a tarp or two on the walls and what looks to be a fireplace that has recently gone out if the faint embers are anything to go off.
"I wonder" sliding off my bed and approaching the dying fire. Standing in front of the fireplace, I could only feel faint amounts of heat. Holding out my hand, I slowly lower it into the fireplace and simply pick up the burning log.
I could feel the heat of the log but that's it, no burning pain or even an uncomfortable heat. It was just merely warm to the touch. I couldn't help but smile, from Aegon's memories I know I had some resistance to heat and fire. I look towards the wall, directly at a candle with an active flame.
But before I could do any further tests, my door slams open, hitting the wall. I quickly toss the log back into the fireplace, standing up and sneakily wiping my hands on my pants.
"Egg! Egg! Get up" I hear the near musical voice of my baby sister. "Oh, you're already awake"
I chuckle softly at her pout before I ruffle her hair "Aye, thought I'd surprise you sister"
Rheanys huffs in a very unladylike manner, "Well mama said to get you so we can break our fast"
I arch one of my perfect eyebrows, god bless Valyrian genetics, "That seems like a job unworthy of a Lady of house Targaryen"
She shrugs "I don't like how those maids look at you"
I let out a full-blown laugh, according to Aegon's memory's the family maids are subtle in their attempted subduction, age clearly isn't an issue in this world. While his sisters are quite protective of him, plus he's already betrothed to his older sister Visenya.
"Well we shouldn't keep our family waiting" I say offering her my arm, which she happily takes smiling smugly to no one but herself.
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Together the two of us enter what could be call a dining room, but is more of a Hall where you'd hold feasts and entertain guests.
"Aha Aegon, my boy I'm glad your feeling better, hope Rheanys didn't trouble you" My new father and Lord of Dragonstone Aerion Targaryen.
"Of course not Father" I answered easily as I look towards the rest of my family. "Mother, Elder Sister" I give both a nod.
Before pulling out a chair for my youngest sister and pushing her in when she sits. Getting a thanks for my effort, while my mother watches on with a smile. Visenya, on the other hand just rolls her eyes; she unlike Rheanys cares not for the more Noble and Lady duty's she has.
With the whole family sitting, the maids and servants start to being in the food. I on the other hand flicker through some memories of my new family.
Aerion Targaryen isn't what I'd have thought a Lord, especially one who has dragons, would be like. He's affectionate, loving and more joyful then I'd have expected, He clearly loves his family especially Aegon, me, as his only son. Aerion is also not the best Lord from what my memory's show, he cares more feasting and Wine but thankfully not whores then his duty's as a Lord.
Valaena Targaryen neè Velaryon is nearly the complete opposite. While she's loving and caring, she is also as sharp as a Valyrian Steel Sword. So mother is normally the one who handles the houses Duty's and responsibility's while father is more the face of the operation.
She also takes a personal hand in Visenya and my own education. Leaving stuff like reading or sums to the maester as she teaches us about Politics, Lord/ Lady duty's and how to rule.
Now my new sister Visenya is a difficult one, as she already started her preparation to claim a dragon for herself. After long hours of arguing between her and Father whom has a soft spot for his eldest it was agreed she can try to bond with a dragon after her first Moonblood.
But then also the fact that Father is reluctant to allow her to train with weaponry, not because she's a girl but because he doesn't want one of his precious daughters hurt. So she's a tad jealous of me but it's not to much at the moment.
I guess I'll have to do something about that, Visenya in the Books was a very well renowned warrior. So I'll just have to convince father to allow her to train, 'speaking of training, where's my sparring partner'
"Where's Orys?" I voice my internal question, looking towards my parents.
It's my Mother whom answers "With his mother"
I nod, "Good, he's missed her lately"
Its strange that Orys as a bastard gets to spend so much time with his true born siblings, Visenya, I and Rheanys, but I guess it shouldn't surprise me as our family still worship the Old Valyrian Gods not the Seven so Bastards aren't that big of a deal to a degree.
They of course can't inherit or claim a dragon, but receiving proper tutoring and learning to fight is fine. They are also good as sworn Sword to the house, as Valyrian's believed themselves better then anyone else so who better to guard their family then another part of the family.
"How's your lessons going sister?" I asks after a beat of silence.
"Good" she answers happily, Mostly looking for a chance to brag I'd imagine. "I've already learnt my numbers and letters"
"Good work, per chance you might join Neya and I in our lessons soon" I say to motivate her, while ignoring the scowl on Visenya's face at Rheanys nickname for her.
I turn to my older sister, "Don't scowl like that Elder Sister you'll ruin your pretty face" I tell her jesting and with a playful tone, I do notice the faint blush that graces for cheeks as she continues to eat.
My parents on the other hand have to different reactions. My Father looks proud that I'm finally taking an interest in my sister and future wife. While my mother grimaces slightly but barely, Mother is from a family that now follows The Faith of Seven so she's against incest but my Father has always remained stern on the topic.
Which is because he's a Valyrian supremacist, believing those of Valyria blood to be superior to everyone else. It's why he married mother, The Valeryons are from Valyria and he had to no sisters.
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The rest of the meal and the day passed by quickly as I easily adapted to his new life. Attending to lessons with the Maester and then his sword lesson with the Master at Arms, then lastly lessons with his Mother about politics and lordship duty's.
I of course spent some time with my sisters, but not Orys as he was with his Mother for the day.
So by the end of a rather full and tiring day, I got to wash myself without help as I insisted before finally heading back to my room to sleep for the night. That's when I noticed a rack I hadn't paid much attention to early.
Said rack only holds a singular item, a sword. It's smaller than most swords, thinner too, it's handle isn't too customised just the basic dragons on it.
Picking it up off the rack I pull it from it's Sheath and a name instantly comes to mind.
"Dark Sister"
Father gave this two me a few months ago as I started my sword training, said it was tradition for the Heir to have it. Until they eventually grew older and claimed Blackfyre the ancestral sword of our house.
Giving Dark Sister a few experimental swings in in awe by its light weight and swiftness as it cuts through the air. Earlier in the day I did some practice using training sword of wood which were easily heavier then The Valyrian sword in my hand.
I put Dark Sister back in its sheath and then on the rack, I climb into bed with a smile on my face.
I can't wait to use Dark Sister, Ride a Dragon, spend time with my family. So many things to do and enjoy, I go to sleep that night fully thankful if the new life and opportunity I've been given promising not to waste it.
~End~