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The Crown Prince and the Targaryen Family Drama
Williamcipher
Chapter 3
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(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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Good news: Gaelithox is going to be fine. The dragon lost an eye but completely healed from his concussion without any side effects.
Bad news: Aemond now has a grudge against Rhaenyra's children, both Jace and Luke.
Aegon knew how badly affected Aemond was by the incident. So, when they all returned to the Red Keep, he graciously allowed his younger brother to take up his position as Baelon's little spoon in their sleepovers. Temporarily, of course, Aegon had warned.
Aemond was only 10 name days old. He was tall for his age but lanky. He was shorter than Aegon, whose height only reached Baelon's shoulders. Although, from his knowledge, Aegon will be the shortest of the Targaryen princes.
He fit like a glove as Baelon scooped him in his arms. Dark circles under his eyes and a thinness that Baelon hated. Aemond had been losing weight and sleep ever since Driftmark, only managing to rest when the dragon keepers confirmed Gaelithox's recovery.
He pulls Aemond closer, using his hand tucked below the boy's waist, and breathes in the scent of dragon, ink, and the perfumed oil that Alicent dabs on her children during prayers.
Using his other hand, he softly smooths down Aemond's hair, humming gently as the young prince continues to sleep.
Baelon pressed a kiss under the boy's eye and thanks the heavens his little brother continues to see with two eyes.
Lord Lyonel Strong kept to his promise and practically fled King's Landing the moment they all settled back into the castle.
Now, he took up the role as interim hand and followed around Viserys as the King went on to do what Kings do. "What the King dreams, the Hand of the King builds," is what the nobility would say, a great honor beyond all.
The lowborns got the gist of it better with, "The King eats, and the Hand takes the shit."
Now he understands why Lord Lyonel dyes his hair. It must have been stark white under all that dye. He would have blended in right away with the Targaryens.
Viserys, while good-meaning, is an easily influenced and eager-to-please man at his core. The court would have him dancing to their tunes if not for a strong hand. No wonder Otto reigned as strongly as he did.
Almost every decision ended up with Viserys looking to his right. Baelon had to grit his teeth and practically rule in his stead. At least it was good practice for the future.
Baelon ruled as hand for two years before Lyonel thankfully returned and he got to breathe again as a crown prince and not as a pseudo-king. He is not doing that again until his father kicks the bucket. It was harder than actually being king because he does all the work without the decision-making. That falls on Viserys. Good decisions, bad decisions, too many tourneys, all his to clean up and manage. Joy.
Then, before he could rest in his bed and enjoy a good sleep for the first time in two years, his betrothal was brought up.
Baelon smiled tightly, but no doubt the Dragon keepers were panicking as to why Vermithor was roaring at the skies.
"My son, you are seven and ten. A man grown. Many would already have wed at your age, much less be betrothed. You are the crown prince, your responsibilities are to the kingdom."
And this responsibility was what drove mother to miscarriage after miscarriage and eventually her murder for a son that should not have lived for more than a day. Because that was what it was, murder. They call it Aemma's sacrifice all they want, but Viserys and the Maesters had killed the queen.
No one is as cursed as a kinslayer.
Maegor remained childless. Jaehaerys outlived almost all his children, the remaining ones hated him. Aegon II died and all his children died as well. Aemond's child with Alys had never been seen again. Daemon escaped the curse since Aemond and him hand killed each other. All of Viserys' children died.
Kinslaying targets their descendants and legacy.
Baelon hopes for the curse to skip his family this time. He prays to Aemma Arryn every night.
The Crown Prince Baelon Targaryen's betrothal was the talk of the kingdom.
There were many candidates in the running.
The Prince's own half-sister, Helaena Targaryen, three and ten, and behind her was the Hightower and the faith. A prime candidate to bond the children of Viserys.
The daughters of the Rogue Prince and the granddaughters of Rhaenys Velaryon, Baela and Rhaena Targaryen, both one and ten. The ones who could finally mend the broken bond between House Velaryon and House Targaryen.
Then the unlikely but definitely listed candidate, Vaelaena Velaryon, just celebrating finishing her fifth name day, Princess Rhaenyra's only daughter and the favored choice of King Viserys.
The sickness had made Viserys' already dubious mind stupider. He'd been calling Alicent, Aemma, more frequently.
Not as frequent as he does Baelon, Baelon thought. Honestly, he was male. Long hair aside, Lyonel says he looked a lot like Baelon, his grandfather, with that weird look in his eyes.
It wasn't like he could check. Portraits aren't popular for some reason here in Westeros.
He was expected to be betrothed, but for the love of—He didn't want to get attached romantically in any way with children.
[REDACTED] died at 40. Reincarnation and hormones in the brain regress your mind, but not completely, so it's cut in half and he's about 20. Then add his current age then he's late 20s to early 30s. He is not going to be interested in girls ranging from toddler to preteen. No—just no.
And the kingdom hangs on the balance of who he marries. War is very much a possibility on the horizon.
If Baelon decides to forgo any of his close relatives then his candidates are the Four Storms of the Baratheons, but he has a feeling that those four storms will turn to zero if he so much as looked at them.
Baelon sees the girls as babies, loud and adorable silver-haired girls that he wants to spoil and pile pretty trinkets on. Honestly, Baelon had never really felt attraction in his previous life. Love yes, but romantic love? The type that they said made your heart skip a beat and swoon? No. Neither men nor women or anything in between made that happen.
But needs are a must and he must have a betrothed by the end of the year, or else Viserys will do the picking and he will not have anything to do with a five-year-old.
Being betrothed doesn't mean automatically married though. Small mercies.
Good news: Viserys collapsed at the end of the year before the betrothal picking. The maesters had made him stay bedbound for as long as possible. Drunk on milk of the poppy, he was unable to do anything.
Bad news: That means the kingdom is missing a head figure. The Hand of the king is going to practically rule. Lyonel ran off as soon as he heard the announcement. According to the council, he had locked himself in Harrenhal to care for his heir and his new grandchildren. Lucas Strong was followed by Ethan Strong and the newborn Dorea Strong.
That left the cursed pin on Baelon's hand. Another bad thing was that Otto Hightower shadowed the halls of the Red Keep with his putrid presence again. The collapse of the king had made the queen worry and she asked Otto to arrive in court as her father.
That stinks of bullshit but he could not prevent it unless he wanted to look like a paranoid tyrant. He was still the Grandsire of his siblings.
Baelon did make sure to have all his siblings transferred to his room. He was practically king now, his words are law. That was the only good thing to come out of this mess.
He had made sure Ser Arryk and Ser Erryk permanently stay at the children's side, always.
Then he summoned Ser Criston in the private audience. The Dornish knight still had a burning hatred for Rhaenyra but it wasn't as if his older sister was in his good books so he didn't care.
"Protect Queen Alicent, no matter who and how. Understand me, ser?"
Criston looked confused at first before his eyes sharpened and he bows his head. "As you order, your grace."
It wasn't common knowledge, but the kingsguard had known back then that whenever the previous Lord Hand leaves the Queen's room, Alicent's nails would be bloody and her mind weak.
Baelon was neutral towards the Green Queen. He did feel guilt over taking her children from her, but it was for the best, for both the children and her. It would be bad if Otto used her to get to his siblings.
He'll see what Otto is planning, but if he so much as lays a hand on his siblings then maybe he'll give Larys a companion down in the seven hells.
Aegon squirms from where Baelon has him pinned by the bed. The fifteen-year-old teen was red-faced and stubbornly pursing his mouth close. The teen tried to kick Baelon off him but he caught the defiant foot and pressed it down with his own weight.
"Don't be stubborn, Egg. We'll be done in no time if you stop resisting."
Tears burst into his eyes, pale violet under long pale lashes.
Helaena giggles at the side and continued her needlework. It was a beautiful depiction of a blue butterfly and a black spider.
Aemond rolls his eyes and continues to read his book, "Maybe if you were not so greedy for lemon cakes then you would not have the illness of the teeth."
Yes, Aegon got cavities and they need to pull the damaged tooth out, but his brother was a creature of pleasure and hated any sort of pain. It was the reason he never did well in the training field.
The maester failed when Aegon acted like a cat brought into the vet, all hissing, scratching, and yowling while trying to escape.
At least they managed to tie a thread to the already loose teeth. Now it was up to Baelon to pull the teeth off, but Aegon would not open his mouth.
"The queen requests audience, your grace."
Aegon turned his head and opened his mouth to probably answer a resounding no. Aegon's relationship with his mother has never gotten better. Among all the children of Alicent, he'd been the most distant from her, even a little hostile.
Spotting an opening, Baelon grabbed the thread and pulled.
Aegon immediately covered his mouth for a silent scream with a pained expression on his face.
Baelon lifted the thread with a tooth at the end in the air like it was a trophy amidst his younger siblings' laughter.
Aegon is the second son of King Viserys Targaryen. He'd never been happier than to be the second son.
Everyone knew he'd make for a bad king, too indulgent, lazy, and addicted to the pleasures of life. He runs from his lessons and disdains the training yard and sword.
He was not a good prince, much less a good king.
Yet for all his flaws, Aegon was definitely not an idiot. He knows he'd been born to be placed on the throne by the Hightowers, that everyone had expected Baelon to die in the cradle, natural cause or otherwise. But his brother had lived, and Aegon couldn't be more happy and relieved.
Everything in his life revolved around Baelon. For as long as he remembered, his brother had always been there. He'd been the one to teach Aegon to talk, walk, and learn his letters.
Baelon had been the one to bring him to the Dragon pit and help him bond with Sunfyre, his precious golden Dragon.
When he was young and wanted his mother's love but only got cold responses and bitter eyes, the only one who would always comfort him was Baelon, it was always Baelon who was there.
He is a needy creature, the ones who drown themselves in pleasure and die a death that people would have sneered or thought befitting of himself. Aegon knew this at heart, but Baelon had always thought better.
When one of the servants had tried to invite him to bed, he was confused. She had been pretty, with pale skin, blonde hair, and round green eyes. The stirring of his linens and the heat that had carved itself in his blood when what Baelon called 'Puberty' arrived, he'd been looking for relief.
But what was reflected in his mind was Baelon's face when he warned him of bedding those who isn't his wife, and the look of utter disappointment if he did so. So he pushed her away and took Sunfyre to fly in the cold sky to dampen the heat in his body.
Aegon tries. He tries so hard to be good, all so that Baelon would continue to love him.
Helaena was the girl in their family, she was cherished, Baelon loving even the odd parts of her that others found unsettling. Aemond the obedient and talented son, the one who mastered his letter and sword easily. And little Daeron was the baby of the family who was utterly charming and talented in music.
But Aegon? Aegon has nothing. The only thing he could bring to the table was that his dragon was the most beautiful and he was a skilled flier, and it was only because Helaena preferred calming flights and neither the boys could ride their dragons yet.
The void of yearning to be useful and be loved chokes him for every moment. He does not want Baelon to abandon him, does not want those cold eyes that his mother has look at him.
He craves the warm touches and tight hugs, the physical affection like a balm to a wound. How Baelon showers him in love like it was what he deserves and more. It was always Baelon. Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon Baelon
Aegon has never been more grateful that Baelon exists. He knows that he would have made a terrible crown prince and an even worse king. That was if he was even made heir. Viserys was clear on his preference for the children of Aemma Arryn.
He'd sired them for the sake of expanding the Targaryen blood, nothing more nothing less. They were invisible to the man, all of them knew nothing they could do would ever attract the attention and love of the king.
It was more possible for the king to make Rhaenyra his heir than to give him that title. The ensuing possibility of that happening and the repercussions has Aegon think of clawing off his skin.
It does not matter that his mother does not love him more does his father bother to remember his existence most of the time. Baelon loves him and he has his siblings. They were together no matter what happens. That was everything for Aegon.
Mother is going mad.
Jacaerys Velaryon knew this and hated that he could do nothing, even more so that it is largely his fault.
Brown hair, brown eyes, plain face. He was no Valyrian. Only his dragon Vermax that hatched from his crib separated him from the common masses.
He'd been quiet, nursing his bruised body as he watched his mother pace around the room muttering and screaming to herself and the air.
"It's Alicent's get! Those worthless Andal half-breeds who dared trifle with their betters, just as conniving and hypocritical as their mother!" She would scream out loud.
The half Andal Targaryens who bore silver hair, pale skin, and violet eyes. Jace thought that as a full-blooded Valyrian he ought to be more like them.
"Laena's daughters. How dare that wild brute of a child lay her hands on you, my hatchling. It always has to be Laena. Laena who has everyone wrapped around her fingers, Laena who almost wore the crown, Laena who Daemon broke off an unwanted betrothal and whisked off to be wed in the ways of our ancestors. It is always Laena." She would whisper the other half to herself quietly, envy and anger dripping from her voice.
Jace thought with shame that his mother celebrated his aunt's funeral rather than grieved as the rest of them. Mother has been getting worse over the years, this was the worst she had been.
Father used to say that she wasn't always like this, that she was once a bright, rebellious, and stubborn girl who dreamed of wielding a sword like Visenya. She talked about wanting to ride Syrax to explore Westeros and beyond while eating lemon cakes.
"Daemon should have known better! He should have raised those girls into fine Valyrian ladies for you to wed in the future. The Targaryens united once again."
Anger, shame, and resentment stirred in his chest, and deep inside, envy.
Jace remembered them well, had heard of the servants talking about them even before they arrived, the Targaryen Princesses and the Pearls of Driftmark. Velaryon Princesses.
He'd been so excited to meet them, his cousins his age unlike Vaemond's children and his other Valeryon kins. (Who all sneered at him and looked at him as if he was horse shit under their polished shoes, who mock him and isolate him, flashing their sun-kissed skin and white hair, calling him a bast—)
They arrived and their grandparents swiftly welcomed them with all the love in their hearts. Jace had never seen Rhaenys smile like that. It was the first time he had seen her without that cold look towards her grandchildren aside from Luke, looking as she gently held the girls and whispered promises of giving them a home.
Then those eyes landed on him and they turned cold and sharp, holding the girls hand as she pulled them away from his presence, as if he was an infectious disease that would infect and harm her precious grandchildren.
It had hurt then, not even the punches that Baela had later given him had hurt like that.
Beside them was Luke, with his Baratheon black hair and Velaryon blue eyes, his grandparents precious grandchildren.
Luke has always been referred to as the Velaryon Prince. Everyone loved him, from the Velaryons, the Baratheons, and even the lowborns and sailors in Driftmark.
While Jace had always been called the Princess' son, or just a prince.
Mother would always wipe his tears and tell him that he was a proud Targaryen prince, that he was a dragon amongst sheeps. Their words mean nothing and she would have the tongue of anyone who dares spread lies about him.
But Jace wanted to be a Velaryons prince, to have sun-kissed skin and silver locks, to have the sea in his blood and his grandparents love, to be seen as something other than a sin, a sin and treason performed by Princess Rhaenyra and Ser Harwin Strong.
Jace had listened to the servants gossip, that after Ser Harwin had been sent away, mother was beside herself in grief. That grief soon turned to raw fury when Lucas Strong was born about the same time as Luke. Now nobody mentions the former swornshield of the princess unless they wanted to face her wrath.
But Jace wasn't a bastard. He wasn't a bastard. He wasn't a bastard. He wasn't a bastard. He wasn't a bastard. He wasn't a bastard. He wasn't a bastard. He wasn't a bastard. (Please don't let him be a bastard.)
It's 130 AC. Two years before Vaemond sticks his nose where it doesn't belong and contest the Driftmark Throne. The six year time skip practically told nothing about what occurred at those times aside from the birth of Halaena and Aegon's kids and the last two sons of Rhaenyra.
He'd been Hand two years ago for two long years and was familiar with the court. This time he spent it strengthening his influence and power over the red keep, the small council, and the kingdom overall.
Baelon would love to have a tour of the realm like the Counciler and his wife had done. Nothing better to familiarize yourself with your kingdom than to visit it. But with Otto Hightower prowling in the Red Keep, he could not.
Many times he had thought about killing the man and being done with it, but if the stubborn tick dies then everyone would point fingers at him. Everyone knows that the two of them hated each other. It was always Viserys that saved Otto from being dragged by Baelon to be burned to cinders by Vermithor anytime the man tries to approach his siblings.
The Hightowers are putting pressure to have Halaena wed. On cannon, she'd already given birth to twins two years ago at 13. Now she is 15, already long flowered and still not a betrothal in sight. Baelon would prefer that day never come.
So they were pushing that either he wed Halaena or Aegon wed her. Baelon enjoyed burning those letters in the fire pit, highlight of his day even.
Otto, his parasitic self, tried to get into contact with Viserys. Thankfully, Viserys was still bedbound and unlikely to leave his room again until the Driftmark debacle happens.
As crown prince, he as the power second only to the Hand now that the King is indisposed. Lyonel was quick to back him up since they were partners in making sure the kingdom doesn't collapse. Also because the man also didn't like Otto. There was a good reason that Baelon liked Lyonel aside from his competence, which to be fair, was a rare trait here in Westeros.
He had made sure the Kingsguard prevents Otto from meeting the king. If Alicent tries then he'll send one of his siblings to accompany her to prevent any chances she could sweet talk Viserys.
The crown prince would have felt bad about using her children against her but Alicent had snapped back into Otto's strings like a well behaved puppet and her actions could greatly harm her children. She would do it do, anything for Otto's approval.
Baelon really wants to be rid of Otto. It would also technically not be kinslaying since they weren't related by blood, but the kingdom is fickle and it's not worth it for now. So Otto continues to live to be a head ache. At least, he is a bigger headache to Otto than the man is to him.
Baelon slowly blinks, a sort of deep resignation settling in his chest.
"Could you repeat that, Lord Hunter?" He asks the appointed Master of Whispers, Alec Hunter, the second son and brother to the Lord of Longbow Hall.
Alec Hunter looked like he wishes that Baelon didn't make him repeat himself. He was good Master of Whispers, not as good as Larys or Varys but decent enough, and most importantly he was loyal. The second son of House Hunter, one of the principal noble houses sworn to House Arryn. He was hitting his early 30s with hay-colored hair and pale green eyes.
"Prince Daemon Targaryen has arrived in Kingslanding, your grace."
Baelon pretended not to hear Lyonel groan as the old man placed his hands over his face. He needed to strengthen security, this could trigger another running trip for the retired Lord of Harrenhal. Lyonel had a taste of some sweet freedom upon throwing the Lordship to Harwin and spending time with his grandchildren. It has made the man flightly and willing to run to Harrenhal at the slightest sign of impending head ache.
And Daemon Targaryen wasn't a head ache, he was a full on stroke.
The small council started arguing and whispering with themselves, mix opinions about the rogue prince.
Baelon leaned back on his chair and tried to remember everything that happened in the last 4 years after the incident at Driftmark.
As he had expected, Daemon did not whisk away Rhaenyra for them to wed in the Valyrian Tradition. Princess Rhaenyra remains a widow with no child in her womb. She was confined in High Tide by the Velaryons.
Daemon on the other hand surprised him when he had asked Viserys for a place in Dragonstone. Viserys was suspicious of his brother as always but the king also wanted Daemon back so after consulting with him and Lyonel, he agreed.
Viserys had to ask him first because as crown prince, he owns Dragonstone. But due to being interim hand and his siblings present in the Red Keep, he left Dragonstone alone. Baelon does prefer having Daemon on Dragonstone, it wasn't as if the man had any place to stay aside from the Red Keep or Driftmark. Not to mention, he'd be far from Rhaenyra.
The rogue prince had brought his daughters to Dragonstone. He'd bring his daughter to Driftmark with Caraxes or Rhaenys would arrive at Dragonstone with Meleys. It also helped that Driftmark and Dragonstone were near each other.
So far while Rhaenys had visited a handful of times with Corys, Daemon hadn't stepped foot in Kingslanding—at least as far as they know.
Now the Prince of the City had returned. Baelon feels like watching storm clouds brewing out a window building and remembering he forgot to bring his umbrella.
Today was another bad day for Viserys, which means his mumbling about dead people and drunk on the milk of poppy. At this rate Baelon is worried that Viserys won't make it up to 132 AC like in cannon.
He's practically King with Lyonel being satisfied with his work and had handed the decision making to him. The realm had long swore to him as the heir, Viserys having called upon the Lords and their heirs to kneel and swear. He has his siblings love and loyalty and the Hightowers cowed. The Velaryons owe him since he saved their grandchildren.
Baelon is as legitimate as they come and he has a dragon, and most importantly to the nobles of Westeros—a cock.
But being paranoid has saved Baelon more then than he can count, so he always keep his mind open and watchful of assassins. The damn things might have lessened since he reached adulthood but it certainly did not stop.
Baelon had opened a bottle of Arbor Gold and happily poured it to his cup. Otto Hightower was called back by his brother, Lord Hobert Hightower, to Oldtown. He didn't know why but by the pale face and unpleasant expression on the man's face, it couldn't be good. Any bad luck that occurs to Otto is good luck to Baelon.
That was why he was going to have a rare drink and not even think about the dreadful hangover he is going to suffer tomorrow. That is for future Baelon to worry about.
Baelon woke up to the sound of steel and a warm splatter to his face. He immediately sat forward and almost threw up when vertigo hit. The sudden movement and the alcohol in his system made him feel dizzy and in pain.
He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Kingsguard!"
He didn't know who bursted in his room, loud sounds and blade being drawn, but by the time he was done feeling like his head was being split by an axe and his vision steady, he was greeted by the sight of man dressed in dark clothes laying bloodied on the floor clearly dead with a dagger near where he fell.
Ser Lorent Marbrand was beside him, sword drawn carefully watching the scene.
The said scene being Daemon Targaryen and Ser Criston Cole with their blades against each other. Ser Criston looked livid, a deep frown on his face. Daemon looked amused, a grin on his face and his clothes splattered with blood.
Oh, so that's who did the murder.
Then the remaining Kingsguards, soldiers, and anybody else woken up by this mess arrived.
"Prince Daemon tried to kill Prince Baelon!"
Someone from the crowd screamed. That set off the other people and now he had a riot.
Baelon looked out the window and saw that the moon was still shining brightly in the night sky. Of course shit like this couldn't occur in the morning.
Notes:
Introducing ✨Trauma✨
Aegon and Jace makes good parallels actually. Rhaenyra is honesty spiraling. I'm neutral to her but somehow this fic just drives itself. Now introducing a wild Daemon! I wanna hear your comments and speculations as to what is going on in everyone's head, especially Daemons.
Baelon: Lol, you babies and I ain't interested. This heart won't beat for nobody.
Everyone: Bet.
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