The year is 286 AC. King Jaehaerys II has just passed, leaving the throne without a rightful ruler. While his three children fight for the crown, Winter creeps closer, and unimaginable darkness looms.
Not all alliances will be so typical this time. In fact, many people have a crucial effect on the way this story is told. As for the ending, we only hope there are enough people left alive to tell it after its passed.
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As the Prince of Dragons and once in direct line to inherit the Iron Throne, Aerys's Targaryen's sudden disappearance from Westeros was a loss that hurt his family in more ways than one. After five years in Essos, the Prince has returned to his homeland with hopes to prevent another civil war.
Post by AERYS TARGARYEN on Sept 5, 2017 1:56:30 GMT
Aerys had underestimated little Naerys. He was not the same eight year old when they last met one another. No, he was a Targaryen with wings wider than his pure blooded relatives had at his age. It wasn't frustration or regret that swelled within Aerys when he realized his mistake, but pride instead. Not that he had any hand in Naerys's growth, but the feeling was there all the same.
The prince began to react to his cousin's next maneuver as he disappeared from his sights. As he turned his head towards Naerys it was too little too late to avoid being struck entirely, a last second jerk of his head causing his helmet to be knocked off as his he only narrowly avoided a clean strike. Naerys's suspicions would be confirmed if he looked upon Aerys's face during his last moments of consciousness for Daemon Blackfyre's pommel would find the back of Naerys's head. Between his lack of balance and Daemon's clandestine approach, there was little time to for the captain of the guard to do more than what he already had.
Aerys gave the Blackfyre a quick look over. It had been far too long since they saw one another. Seven years even. Despite the tensions that lingered between their two houses, Aerys had always treated Daemon like a friend. A brother, even. Though from Aerys's position he was quite privileged as the son of the Crowned Prince, he could relate to the Blackfyre on a level his pure blooded relatives could not. His name was Targaryen but they both shared tainted blood and through that they had bonded over the years.
That was then and this is now. How much of their history mattered?
"I trust that you will ensure it does not." Aerys's sword had been lowered, but not sheathed. He paused, watching Daemon's every move. There was no reason for to give any explanation. If Daemon was here than he had heard the conversation between the two Targaryens. "What I do now will affect house Blackfyre for generations to come. You know this, Daemon." Aerys spoke flatly. They had spoken at lengths of the future of their houses as they often did as kids. The two of them were the future of their respective houses and being the same age they had often shared how they would take the reins.
With a twirl of his blade, Aerys sheathed his sword as an act in good faith. His eyes focused on Dragonheart now, anticipating Daemon Blackfyre's next move.
Post by DAEMON BLACKFYRE on Sept 5, 2017 2:27:35 GMT
Reach out your hands Don't turn your back Don't walk away How in the world Can I wish for this? Never to be torn apart Close to you 'Til the last beat Of my heart
" As long as this little dragon breathes my fate is assured my old friend."
Daemon explained as he brought Dragonhart forward, but it was only so his fingers could remove the tethers of his attire. Removing the cloak that swept over his shoulders, offering it to Aerys to blanket himself in. A disguise from someone who frequented the area would best for Aerys.
" Though you best focus on the present, we can debate where we sit upon your return. Lets make haste."
Blackfyre finished sharing his attire, and began to guide Aerys out from the depths of Kings Landing. Blade drawn but kept low, he would cut through anyone who would stop them or identify the stranger known as Aerys Targaryen. Beyond Maekar this was the only person who could summon such a response from him.
As the Prince of Dragons and once in direct line to inherit the Iron Throne, Aerys's Targaryen's sudden disappearance from Westeros was a loss that hurt his family in more ways than one. After five years in Essos, the Prince has returned to his homeland with hopes to prevent another civil war.
Post by AERYS TARGARYEN on Sept 5, 2017 5:51:39 GMT
The tension was palpable. Daemon Blackfyre had his valyrian steel sword pointed at Aerys. With a flick of his wrist he could have ended the prince and claimed to stop a treasonous act while saving a Targaryen boy. Not only would it elevate house Blackfyre but it would have made a hero out of Daemon. Yet he instead he chose to help Aerys. Whether it was due to their past or because Daemon could see the bigger picture did not matter.
"Good thinking. I've wasted enough time here already." Aerys said with a sigh of relief as he threw on Daemon's cloak. The pair traversed through the halls of the Red Keep, avoiding any encounter as best as he could. With Daemon there as his guide, it was unlikely anyone would stop them. Daemon's comment caused Aerys to snicker as he stifled a louder response.
"And you look sickly." Aerys noted.
As they made their way out of the Red Keep and into the busier streets of King's Landing, Aerys looked towards the docks. "I'm headed to Dragonstone next. You wouldn't happen to know where Rhaegar's personal guards hang out at this hour, would you? I need to ensure one of them have a bit too much to drink tonight..." Aerys spoke with an impish grin on his face.
Post by DAEMON BLACKFYRE on Sept 6, 2017 1:21:21 GMT
Reach out your hands Don't turn your back Don't walk away How in the world Can I wish for this? Never to be torn apart Close to you 'Til the last beat Of my heart
" Your kindness knows no bounds your grace. I feel blessed by the seven."
Mocking his retort from the firstborn Targaryen. Daemon wanted the return of his House just as much as his brother but he would not do it the way of dragon lords. Slaying him, and the little squire would not benefit him any. Aerys would owe him the support of his hand when the time would come with this act.
" They should be on the southern docks, Rhaegar brought an armada to respect the passing of his father."
Not a single guard nor servant questioned the presence of the Blackfyre. The loyal house was the closest thing to royaltly beneath the Targaryens. Having been given that kindness from the dead king. Though his father told Daemon how they paid for it with their blood.
" Prepare yourself."
With the boy slung over his shoulder he approached the guarded entrance of the port. With all the guests it was a swarm of noble sellswords. With the boys head tucked against his shoulder his began his ploy.
" I have Lord Rhaegar's firstborn son, his condition is improving and I'd like to return him to his mother. Unless you want to hand him to the Mother of Dragons yourself?"
Offering the job to the guards but the task of dealing with the noble spitfire from Dorne had secured their passage. The passage to the boats open between torches and plenty of supplies. Between them the patrols would be smaller and easier to manage. It would be childsplay for him to take a set of armor.
As the Prince of Dragons and once in direct line to inherit the Iron Throne, Aerys's Targaryen's sudden disappearance from Westeros was a loss that hurt his family in more ways than one. After five years in Essos, the Prince has returned to his homeland with hopes to prevent another civil war.
Post by AERYS TARGARYEN on Sept 6, 2017 5:20:24 GMT
"My kindness is a blessing indeed. I suspect I get it from my father..." Aerys's words were laced with sarcasm. Even as his son--no, especially as his son, Aerys was well aware of Daeron's reputation among the public. Though he has seen with his own eyes the kindness his father is capable of, it is not a word to be used to describe Daeron Targaryen. Neither was it a word to describe Daemon's act. Aerys knew he would be indebted to the Blackfyre. Fortunately for the both of them, their goals seemed to align with one another.
The Targaryen smiled whenever Daemon mentioned an armada. Perfect. More ships in the southern docks meant more opportunities to find Aerys another disguise. Be it from stealing a guard or finding a set among supply caches. Getting to Dragonstone from King's Landing was something Aerys had difficulty planning for, but Daemon Blackfyre's aid proved to be invaluable as he not only turned a blind eye but lent him a hand.
Aerys simply nodded after the Blackfyre told him to be prepared and approached the guard. His silver tongue, no less sharp than Dragonheart, allowed the two to pass without a hitch. Aerys and Daemon were now in the port and no suspicions had been cast upon them. As they walked the two of them would overhear news of Rhaegar and Rhianu departing this very night. Aerys looked at Daemon with a sense of urgency and frenzied eyes scanned their surroundings in search of opportunity.
The sound of a man obnoxiously walking out of a tavern drew his attention. He wore the armor of one of Rhaegar's men. The lack of the posture a member of a royal guard should carry themselves with along with the slur in his voice as he told his drinking buddies he needed to piss was just the opportunity the two sought. As the guard slipped into the alley, so did Aerys. By the time his presence was noted, Aerys already had the man in a half nelson, slowly putting him to sleep.
"This one is a bit short but it'll do." Aerys noted as he began to strip the man of his armor piece by piece. Between Naerys and now a guard being taken out, there was no doubt that an investigation would open up regarding the acts that occurred today. Yet Aerys would be long gone by the time anyone put the two together. Aerys put the new helmet over his head and turned to his tainted Valyrian brethren.
"It was good to see you again, Daemon. As much as I would like to exchange stories with you, I'm afraid we must part ways once more. You've helped me enough and I won't forget that." Aerys said, assuring him that this favor wouldn't go unnoticed when the civil war had been prevented and his father sat on the iron throne as the rightful heir. Whether his father and mother believed him to be dead after all these years or not, Aerys would continue to work in the shadows to not only further his family, but his house and the realm as well.
Aerys extended a hand for Daemon to shake, but if he took it he would pull the Blackfyre in for a hug before leaving.
Post by NAERYS TARGARYEN on Sept 6, 2017 13:41:34 GMT
Ba-dump…
Ba-dump…
It felt like his heart was beating inside of his skull. The boy so desired to touch his hand to his head, as if the sensation would ease the pain. His body refused to move however. That familiar feeling of helplessness parted the fog hanging around him. Right… What was going on? He was fighting… Fighting Aerys! He was back? And then… And then… Something has happened. His world went dark. Judging by the pain at the back of his head, the smell of blood in his helmet…
Something, someone, had hit him. Must have been one hell of a blow to knock him out cold despite the sallet strapped to his chin. His violet eyes parted behind the visor to see the darkening sky above. A cold sensation immediately seized his innards. He was no longer in the Red Keep! The feeling of touch against his body slowly coursing into his groggy consciousness told him that he was being carried, carried away.
''…bit short but…''
Naerys could make out a voice, somewhat familiar to him, but other things were whispering into his ears, words he couldn't make out promising horrors he couldn't fathom. His eyes shut tight and he tried to move again, squirm against his captor, but again his young form did nothing but lie there passively. The voices got more intense, talking over each other, a hundred, a thousand at once, each with a grudge against him, swearing retribution by inflection if not by words.
''…see you again, Daemon… Part ways… I'm afraid… See you again… Won't forget…''
The familiar voice burst through the cacophony of mumbling once more. His eyes parted to half lidded. It was dark, but he thought he saw Aerys again. He was stripping some man. Naerys' cheeks flushed. What in the hells hell was going on? He tried to squirm again but nothing happened. His eyes slammed shut and he began to panic. The voices in his ears, the smell of his own blood, the sticky feeling of it as it had flowed down his armor to soak his tunic underneath.
He began to breath heavily, noticeably heavy, as he hyperventilated, unable to do anything.
Post by DAEMON BLACKFYRE on Sept 6, 2017 15:41:29 GMT
Reach out your hands Don't turn your back Don't walk away How in the world Can I wish for this? Never to be torn apart Close to you 'Til the last beat Of my heart
Daeron the Kind, now that was a proper joke that had him stifling a laugh. Escorting the eldest son of the kind king to be through the harbor. It wasn't long before the young prince had subdued a target. Taking on the armor and apperance of the royal guard that served upon Rhaegar royal fleet.
" A dragon never forgets."
Shaking the hand of the young noble, only to be taken into a hug from the odd dragon. The embrace short lived for Aerys Targaryen had adventures yet that needed to be had. Wishing the man off the best he could before turning his attention to other dragon.
Finding a bottle of mead next to the drunken guards that they had taken advantage of and giving the little brat a drink. Letting the flavor find his virgin lips as he made sure the boy didn't choke or drown before heading away from the fleet. Bringing the boy towards the Red Keep, it was time for him to be a hero of this night.
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