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Published:2025-08-24Updated:2025-09-30Words:32,884Chapters:7/8Comments:642Kudos:2,932Bookmarks:1,512Hits:71,220
The Crown Prince and the Targaryen Family Drama
Williamcipher
Chapter 2
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Apparently, things went a bit like this.
Aemond snuck out to see Visenya's dragon for himself. On the shore, he met the twins. They were there to grieve for their mother and check on her dragon. They sat on the shore and talked with each other; everything was fine. Gaelithox was playing on the shore, catching crabs, and Vhagar was peacefully lying in the sand like one of the sand dunes, mourning her rider.
Then Jace arrived. The boy apparently noticed the twins leave and had followed them. The twins were unfamiliar with the boy and had picked up on their grandmother's distaste for who was supposed to be their cousin. So, they weren't really trying to get into his good graces, not to mention they were grieving. Aemond, on the other hand, knew the rumors, but he'd been taught better by Baelon and decided to act fairly.
But Jace was raised under Rhaenyra's protective wing as a Targaryen prince but loathed by everyone as a bastard. In this world, he was the only bastard. Lucerys was openly favored, and his new sister looked as Valyrian as could be. It made for a terrible growing space for a sensitive young boy.
So, he immediately perceived the distant attitude of the Valyrian twins as dislike of him being a perceived bastard. Their Valyrian coloring openly mocked him. Rhaenyra hated Alicent and her brood; that was no question. So, Jace also knew of the 'half-breed' Targaryens the Andal queen gave birth to.
So, he asked Rhaena if she was there to claim a dragon since she was the only one not to have one. The open scorn made the shy girl flinch, and Baela was hopping mad. So, she started mocking his coloring.
This was when Luke arrived, waking up to find his brother and the twins gone. He tried to defend Jace but instead made his older brother madder. In this life, the relationship between the Princess's sons wasn't a loving one. Lucerys openly wished for his mother's love and brother's care, but Jacaerys was jealous of Luke and fearful for his place as the heir to Driftmark since everyone aside from his mother disliked him.
So, Jace punched Luke, breaking his nose. Aemond—raised and taught by Baelon on how siblings should take care of each other, especially older ones—immediately took offense.
Now it was a verbal fight between the twins, Jace, and Aemond, with Lucerys crying in the corner, clutching his nose. Curses were traded, bastardness exposed, "whore for a mother" both exclaimed, and Valyrian supremacy raised. Very inappropriate for a bunch of kids ten and below in age.
Then—"Even if I hatched a dragon, yet you call me a bastard. What about Rhaena? Maybe the rogue prince picked her off the streets. Some daughter of a Lysene whore in Pentos."
It was like a slap that resounded in the open. They were all silent. Rhaena started crying, and Baela saw red. That was when she started beating up the boy. Aemond helped hold him down for Baela to punch because that was what a good man would do for a lady, according to Baelon.
Unbeknownst to them, Rhaena, in a rare feat of dragon blood boiling, had climbed atop Vhagar. Then the she-dragon woke up mad, and her roar shook Driftmark. Her large wings extended open, and she took flight, dragging Rhaena with her into the air.
The air had blown the sand and debris on the beach. A particularly sharp and large rock almost hit Aemond if Gaelithox hadn't pushed him away and taken the blow for him. Baela tried to reach for her sister but failed. So, she decided to continue beating up Jace instead. Luke, despite being injured by his brother, still wanted to help, so he futilely tried to get Baela off Jace. Aemond cradled his injured dragon and started having a panic attack. All this while, Rhaena was clinging for her life on top of a grieving war machine that breathes flame and is as large as a mountain, several meters off the ground.
It was a miracle no one was dead.
When Baelon woke up, it was to the taste of milk of poppy on his tongue and the tune in his mind of 'D! I won't do drugs! A! Won't have an attitude—' Damn it. He felt like he was used as a chew toy by a dragon.
The days were a blur thanks to the pain and drugs. Viserys was mad and proud at the same time, grounding him again for life. His siblings arrived in tandem and started crying to him. Aegon was on a cursing tirade against Rhaenyra and her brood, Heleana having a sad but relieved smile on her face, Daeron openly crying and clinging to him. They were forced out by everyone when they wanted a 'sleepover'.
Aemond could not come since he'd been plastered to Gaelithox's side. The dragon was being kept by the dragon keepers for recovery. They were in Dragonstone now. Rhaenys and Meleys helped send Aemond and Gaelithox to the heart of Targaryen land. The dragon keepers in Driftmark who tended to the wound first were sent to follow by boat.
It was a form of apology to his brother and thanks for defending their granddaughters. The twin girls did arrive with Corlys in tow, both thankful for saving Rhaena. Baela was loud and fierce as the dragon princess she was, asking questions about how he did it, how jumping off a dragon felt, and whether she could do it. She gave him a kiss on the forehead and grinned like a wild yet charming little tomboy. Daemon's daughter indeed.
Rhaena was more shy, gentle yet always listening. She was the deep ocean to her sister's raging fire. A blush appeared on her face as he gifted her a wreath of pink and blue flowers as a thank you gift.
He cracked a smile and said, "I guess that means you crown me as your queen of love and beauty." Rhaena grew a shade of bright red and hid her face behind her silver locks. Corlys let out a booming laugh.
Alicent visited and formally wished him good health, polite and perfectly appropriate. She left after. It was always awkward interacting with the green queen. It was like she was always shifting between making him the cradle of all her hopes or disliking his very existence. So, she picked to be formal and distant instead. Alicent always looked haunted whenever she faced him.
Rhaenyra tried to visit him with her children but was barred from the door. He could hear her yell at the indignity of it, proclaiming herself a princess and having no intention against her brother. But orders were orders, and this was Driftmark. Viserys didn't rule here. As far as Rhaenys and Corlys were concerned, no children would be let near the woman, much less the very much injured crown prince.
It didn't stop little Luke from sneaking in at night and mumbling apologies. Round Valeryon eyes were watery from tears, and bandages were over his broken nose. He clutched a toy wooden seahorse that was worn with time and play. The little Prince's favorite toy. "He is named Seashore. He'll protect you like he protects me," Luke mumbled and fidgeted with the toy, shyly giving it to him, reeking of anxiety and waiting for a perceived harsh rejection.
Rhaenyra and Jace did a number on this poor baby's self-esteem. Baelon's heart melted, and he would have lifted the young boy and placed him in his bed to cuddle and spoil if only his shoulder didn't feel like Vermithor bit through it. He made sure to hug the Valeryon prince tightly despite the pain and peppered kisses on his face besides the broken nose.
The prince giggled, and Baelon wanted to wrap him in a blanket like a burrito and stow him away on their ship when they returned back to the Red Keep. Damn it, the Targaryens do make the cutest babies. How come they all go bad when they grow up? He wishes his siblings, cousins, nephews, and nieces wouldn't grow up.
Lyonel, his partner in this hellhole called the Targaryen Family, with dark circles under his eyes and a stern line on his lips, had sneered. "After we return to King's Landing, my prince, I have asked the king to graciously allow me time back to Harrenhal to guide my heir for a few moons. I do hope you enjoy your time as the Hand."
In the face of complete betrayal, he could do nothing but gape as Lyonel turned his back with a swivel that could match Severus Snape and walked with the confidence of a coliseum winner as he slammed the door behind him with his head held high. The lack of sleep and stress must have given Lyonel more of a boost than any barrels of Dornish wine could. But still, the fucking traitor.
During the night, despite being deep in sleep, he also felt a figure in the room once or twice. He'd always been a sensitive sleeper. Baelon didn't know whether it was a dream or reality when he felt fingers brushing off strands of hair from his face when they were soaked in sweat from pain when he slept.
They were supposed to be back at the Red Keep immediately. The throne cannot be without a king or at least a hand. So, Lyonel was shipped off to King's Landing. The Royal Family stayed for two moons before the maesters deemed it fine for Baelon to be shipped back to King's Landing.
So, everything was supposed to be fine and in order. But Leanor Valeryon was found dead a moon into their stay. This wasn't some sort of plot by Daemon and Rhaenyra. There was no way for them to scheme and marry each other after the shit show that was the Driftmark accident. Saying Daemon loathed Rhaenyra and her son was an understatement. Apparently, there was a face-off while he was knocked unconscious, like in the books.
This time, Rhaenyra and her son were against everyone else. Viserys was near useless, fretting over him. Words were said, and fights broke out. Daemon loved Rhaenyra; they were twin flames, so to speak. But Daemon would burn the world for his children. He's a fickle lover, everyone knows, but he'd always been a loyal family man. This time, Rhaenyra and her son did not fit the requirement.
This was the real Leanor, too. He was found at the bottom of one of the cliff sides where his sister was laid to rest. Some say accident, others murder, some quietly whisper that Leanor could not bear to live without his sister. But in the end, Leanor Valeryon was dead. That was all to it.
A funeral was made quickly after one. Now the Valeryons had no child to speak of. Driftmark was thick with grief. Baelon was glad he was able to stay in his room.
"Green and Blue and Red. The boy has a dragon. Yet the seas want blood. One way or another, a dragon prince she'll have." Leanor Targaryen was a dragon prince alright, just not the one he had been expecting.
Ser Erryk Cargyll still remembered being shaken awake by Prince Baelon as the panic of losing a Targaryen prince spread. The shame and guilt of losing his charges made him want to jump out the window himself. His twin brother also shared his feeling; may they reincarnate as brothers once again in the next life.
"Listen here, Ser Erryk," Kind and Just Prince Baelon had hissed. "Lose any more of my siblings, and I'll be personally pushing your head down into the waters of Driftmark so you could converse with the fishes. If you still haven't learned their language, then I'll feed you to Vermithor." Then he had grabbed his brother and rushed to find their wayward missing prince.
Upon hearing Vhagar's roar resounding in Driftmark, he started praying for his brother's soul. When Erryk reunited with his brother, it was to the terrifying event of the Royal Family raging against each other, with scared and injured children all around.
Rhaena Targaryen, the rogue prince's younger daughter, almost dying, and their crown prince unconscious and brought within the halls of Driftmark to recuperate under the hands of the maesters. Prince Jacaerys Valeryon was a painting of bruises and blood. Prince Lucerys Valeryon had a broken nose. Princess Baela Targaryen had wounded knuckles and scrapes on her legs from the sand. Princess Rhaena Targaryen had wounded palms sliced from clinging to the sharp and hard scales of Vhagar.
And poor Prince Aemond looked like he wanted to transfer the wound and pain of his dragon to himself. Maesters surrounded them. Never had he seen this many healers before, half of them tending to the injured children and half to tend to the crown prince.
Thank the Seven, Prince Baelon was not here to see this. The prince loved his younger siblings with a fierceness that could burn and swallow Westeros whole. Erryk followed the princess and princes to their brother Aemond, watching as they cried for the blue dragon and huddled next to Aemond.
Princess Rhaenyra was screaming for justice for her son. The queen brought up how this was all her son's fault. King Viserys had been pulled back by Lord Lyonel multiple times to prevent the king from joining the maesters tending to his son inside the castle.
"This interminable infighting must cease! All of you! We are family! Now make your apologies and show goodwill to one another. Your father, your grandsire, your king demands it! Baelon is still unconscious and wounded. Have some shame!"
Forgive his traitorous mind, but all the children are injured, your grace.
"They called me a bastard!" And the fire ignited once again.
Erryk would have been more sympathetic. Forgive his treasonous thoughts that a knight in the Kingsguard should not have. But by the Seven and the Old Gods, that boy cannot be trueborn. Lord Lyonel Strong looks utterly uncomfortable. His curled brown hair and earthy brown eyes reflected on the boy.
"The legitimacy of my son's birth was put loudly into question. This is treason. He is the Heir to Driftmark!" Princess Rhaenyra called upon everyone. "Someone must be sharply questioned on who put forth these baseless lies."
A sharp inhale sounded. Erryk and Arryk both moved to shield the children of Queen Alicent, especially Prince Aemond. If anyone so much as tried, the Kingsguard were ready to defend with their lives for these young royals because if not, then Prince Baelon would let them live a life worse than death after committing mass kinslaying.
He'd heard it once when little Daeron was still in the crib. The Prince had cradled him and cooed, "I have only had you for a day, but if anything happens to you or your siblings, then I'll kill everyone in the Red Keep and burn the rest of Westeros, then myself."
The three Kingsguard watching had exchanged glances and pretended not to hear it, but in their hearts, they had put the safety of the young royals as the top priority, even before the King. King Viserys would turn a blind eye to anything that his precious child from late Queen Aemma would do, including up to mass murder.
"And who would you sharply question, niece?" For the first time since he had clutched his daughters to his side, the Rogue Prince finally spoke. Shivers ran down Erryk's back as he eyed the most dangerous and volatile Targaryen of them all.
Daemon was not the first to arrive. That was the King and Lord Lyonel. He had arrived along with Princess Rhaenyra, but the moment he saw his daughter screaming as she clung to the humongous dragon, he ran to the sea, leaving behind everyone as he rushed to his daughter. No sword, no dragon, just Daemon Targaryen. He was the one to bring back the princess and crown prince, soaking wet and murderous as he yelled for a maester. Prince Daemon then grabbed his other daughter and pulled her tight. He hasn't let go of either one since then.
Princess Rhaenyra stutters as she took a step back. All raging fire snuffed out for a moment before she regained her strength and turned her head to the Queen's children.
The Kingsguards placed their hands on the pommels of their swords. Ser Criston had already unsheathed his blade.
A gust of wind. Vermithor landed on the ground. The other Dragons hackled at the present of the bronze beast, the current largest dragon since Vhagar took off to who knows where. Erryk wondered about the bond between Targaryens and their dragons, whether the bronze beast shared a mind with the Crown Prince because if Prince Baelon was here, then he would have shared the same furious snarl as Vermithor.
"Try it. One step, and all of you know what Baelon would do," Prince Aegon dared.
King Viserys pursed his lips and looked at the sky as if asking the heavens for guidance. Erryk was once again reminded of another scene.
They were passing by the kitchens in the Red Keep when they heard boisterous snickering. One of the kitchen boys was seated in a chair. Another, an assistant cook, was kneading dough with his back to the kitchen boy. The kitchen boy had made a mockery out of Princess Helaena, citing her dislike of attention and fascination with insects, saying that the queen must have dropped her on her head to be such a mad girl, along with very inappropriate things.
Baelon was as silent as a grave. He moved as quick and powerful as his dragon. Before Erryk could do anything, the Crown Prince had stabbed the kitchen boy's hand using his dagger, pinning it to the wooden table. The boy had screamed and thrashed, but Baelon pulled him by the hair and slammed his head into the hard table numerous times.
"Ser Arryk, your dagger," he said pleasantly after the terrifying bout of silence. His brother handed him his dagger. Baelon forced the man's bloody mouth open and stabbed it inside. With a swipe of the sharp blade, a cut sliced through the man's cheek, and a piece of his tongue fell out.
Prince Baelon did it all without blinking or making a sound.
"Good Sers, please escort this man out of the Red Keep. Thank you very much." He turned to the assistant cook who had dropped to the ground, groveling while making promises to never mock the Royal Family. He smiled, "It's alright, lad. I didn't hear anything, or else you might have lost your tongue as well." His blue eyes were dark and empty. "Then again, I did not hear you refute his comments."
Both were dragged out of the Red Keep and, as per order of Lord Lyonel, redirected to the gold cloaks for them to 'fix' the situation.
Prince Baelon is a kind and just boy, caring for the servants, lowborn, and highborn alike, always polite and piteous, respecting the elderly and loving the young, skilled with his sword and numbers, a penny-pinching young lad when boys his age would waste money like flowing wine, very charming and eloquent with his words if not sometimes uttering odd words that only he could understand.
He also proved himself to be a good heir, taking over the projects of his departed mother, the late queen Aemma, and improving the city. He convinced the King to create laws and reforms that benefited the crownlands and calmed conflicts between houses. Prince Baelon Targaryen truly was a perfect crown prince. Too perfect.
So, it was natural his flaw was something deadly. A deep devotion to his family was something good, but Prince Baelon took it too far, others would say. The boy had been more dragon than human regarding his family, having his siblings sleep together in the same room amongst soft pillows and silks, physically affectionate, which if their ages were not as young, would have been inappropriate. But they were Targaryens, so incest was their norm either way. While he does not seem to care much for the older generation of their family, he cherished his siblings.
When the Hightowers had tried to take Daeron as a ward in Old Town, the Red Keep could still hear the bellowing rage of the young prince. The stone pillar still had that mark where Prince Baelon had thrown a candelabrum right beside the head of Lord Hobert Hightower. That was when the Prince had his first real fight with the King.
"I am your King and Father! You will do as I say—"
"No Targaryen has ever been a ward! Much less one as young as Daeron, and with a hatched dragon!"
"They are his mother's family!"
"I do not care even if they are Alicent's family! They are Targaryen! Even if the Warrior and Mother tried to ward my brother, I will not let them! The Stranger can try to pry them away from me, Father!! IF I HAVE TO BURN DOWN OLD TOWN TO PREVENT THIS, THEN I WILL!!!. THEY ARE MY SIBLINGS!!! MINE!!!"
King Viserys is a stubborn soul, but he was weak when it came to his son, and they also knew he was not jesting when he threatened to burn Old Town. So, Lord Hightower left empty-handed without a Targaryen prince and dragon, but at least he left alive. Prince Baelon was found sharpening his sword too many times for anyone's comfort during Lord Hightower's stay.
Every man, woman, and their cat knew of the possessiveness of the Crown Prince towards his siblings, from the North of Winterfell to the South of Dorne. So, if the Princess did try anything, no doubt that Prince Baelon would feed her to Vermithor with his own two hands, consequences be damned.
"No more, this matter… is finished. Do all of you understand? And let it be known, anyone whose tongue dares to question the birth of Princess Rhaenyra's eldest son should have it removed." The King let out a tired sigh that was bone deep and immediately left afterward, keeping a deaf ear to the loud outcries behind him. Lord Lyonel took over and had everyone escorted back to their respective rooms.
When both the Princess and Queen tried to fight the jurisdiction, Caraxes' unsettling scream echoed in the island. Everyone returned to their rooms after that.
After all royals were in bed, Erryk approached his brother. "Do you know how one could learn the language of fishes?"
Arryk looked at him as if he was mad.
"I want to prepare in case another incident occurs."
A considering look appeared on Arryk's face, "Maybe the Velaryons know. Their sigil is a seahorse."
They both felt a heavy hand land over their heads and saw Ser Steffon Darklyn. "Stop dithering. Go watch your charges. Don't talk about learning how fishes talk. We are better off making sure the children are safe to avoid the Crown Prince's wrath."
So, the Kingsguard again guards the lives of the Royal family—from each other.
Notes:
No Bashing in the fic! Just hard truth if things were different. Rhaenyra was fucked over, she knew this, everyone knew this. But all her karma is still her fault. Being heir had made her easily escape consequences that a normal lady—even a princess—could not get away with. But now she wasn't heir and her decisions has consequences.
Poor Jace though, having to suffer because of his parents' actions. Growing up as a bastard in the eyes off all but raised to be a proud Targaryen prince by your overprotective mother messes with your head. But he'll be saved thought. No children left behind if Baleon got any say about it.
Baelon seem so chill in his POV but he's an unreliable narrator and oblivious when it comes to himself. He still hasn't guessed that he looked like Aemma's reincarnated ghost.
Comment on possible scenarios you wanna see and ships you want. I wanna get some good ideas. (^^)
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