Author's Note:
Not my best chapter! Warning in advance, but I had to fit this in somehow for the future plot I have in mind.
2 B.C.
(Kael POV)
I sat at the table with my wives, looking at the Targaryen group. "So... since that was a bit of a strange start, I'll introduce myself and my wives first. It would be nice if you did the same." I stood up and pointed to each of them. "These are my Queens: Errine Embershade, my Sea Queen; Erlef Embershade, my Forest Queen; and Luna Embershade, my Sky Queen. I go by the name Kael Embershade, the Eternal King—though I don't care much for the title. And you?"
The three Targaryens were still staring around in shock. Finally, one of the women—I still didn't know which was which—ran toward the dragons, specifically the red one. Ah, that must be Rhaenys. The other, Visenya, drew her sword and moved into a defensive stance. I found it almost funny, considering my wives had just dismantled their dragons in passing.
"Aaah," I sighed heavily. "This isn't working. Erlef, would you be so kind as to heal their companions so we can finally move on?"
"What? Why should I?" Erlef looked at me in disbelief. God, what was wrong with today? I stood up, walked toward Balerion, and shot Erlef a look. "The faster we heal them, the faster this is over and they leave... okay?"
Healing magic wasn't my forte, but I hoped it would be enough for Balerion. I held my hand over his deformed skull; a green light spread over him. Meanwhile, Erlef pushed Rhaenys aside rather roughly and started healing her dragon while grumbling to herself.
(Errine POV)
"NOW. SIT. DOWN!" I commanded the Targaryens, who were far too arrogant for my liking. The woman with the sword still in hand looked around and finally nodded. The other two seemed useless; the other woman was still crying near Erlef, and the man just stood there completely dazed. This was going to be a long day. "Now, would you be so kind as to introduce yourselves and tell us why you insisted on an audience?"
"These are my siblings: my brother Aegon Targaryen, my younger sister Rhaenys—and I am Visenya Targaryen." Good, at least we could match names to faces now.
"Alright. Why did you want to speak with us? Don't worry, your companions are being healed. Visenya, would you be a dear and get your siblings to the table? We really have better things to do."
(General POV)
Twenty minutes later, the Targaryen dragons looked alive again, though they huddled timidly near the lake. The MC and his wives finally sat at the table with the traumatized guests.
(Visenya POV)
By everything holy... what just happened? Vhagar was healed and looked exactly as before. The four people in front of me were chatting casually among themselves while I still tried to grasp the impossible. But we had to finish this so we could leave as quickly as possible.
"I suppose it's a new experience for you, not being the strongest at the table," the man named Kael said. "You wanted to speak with us. Surely you wanted to know something specific?"
Pull yourself together, Visenya! "Yes, that's correct. I read Daenys' journal and learned that there are people here on Amber Isle who know about dragon dreams. We hoped you could help us. I apologize if we... er... came across the wrong way. I apologize if we angered you."
(Kael POV)
Look at that, someone with a brain. From what I remembered of the wikis, Visenya was a warrior and interested in magic—not stupid at all. I liked talking to intelligent people. "Okay, so that's it. Well, my wife Luna adopted Daenys as her little sister back then..." I smiled at the memory of their first meeting. "Because of that, we have some experience. So, what troubles you?"
I looked at the three of them. Rhaenys still had her head down; she probably wasn't used to someone having zero fear of her dragons. Silly, naive girl. The same went for Aegon. Visenya, however, I liked—she was smart and could read the room.
Visenya explained the "Dragon Dream" and her interpretation. "I see," I said. "The idea that Westeros should be united makes sense to me. But the problem is the unknown timeframe, isn't it? You could go public, but even in Valyria, Daenys was only mocked. Make it a family secret passed only to the head of the house."
Visenya nodded thoughtfully. "I truly can't tell when it will happen. But with the power you showed today, I suppose I don't need to worry. I also don't understand why you haven't united Westeros yourself?"
Typical main character thinking. Why does everyone always want to conquer everything? "Too much stress. Why would I put myself through that? My little realm is enough for me. I'm not a world savior or a hero!" I sighed. "Fine, we'll give you a hand. Two of our mercenary armies will support you. In exchange, however, you sign a contract."
"What kind of contract?" Aegon asked.
Errine pulled out three documents and explained the terms:
Status: Amber Isle is viewed as an institution similar to the Night's Watch.
Neutrality: No interference in internal politics (civil wars, rebellions, forced marriages).
Obligation: Duty to assist only in cases of external aggression (like Aegon's dream).
Protection: Amber Isle is permitted to take in and protect certain Targaryens (per the promise to Daenys). Once here, they are removed from Westerosi politics.
Culture: Maesters, the Faith, or other religions are forbidden on Amber Isle. Should the Citadel or the Faith try anyway, Amber Isle is allowed to take countermeasures.
Duration: The contract stands as long as a Targaryen sits on the throne.
We looked at the three Targaryens. Hopefully, they'd agree. That way, we could support them without dealing with courtly nonsense. And as a bonus, I could give Oldtown a slap in the face...
(Aegon POV)
I stared at the four monsters in front of me. "You want no real power in the new kingdom?"
The green-haired woman named Erlef stared so intensely into my eyes that sweat ran down my back. "Yes. We want nothing to do with it. But that also means none of you have any say here."
I just nodded. She truly terrified me. "And the promise to Daenys? What does 'certain Targaryens' mean?"
Luna answered: "We promised Daenys we wouldn't let House Targaryen die out. We won't take heirs, only those we see in need of protection. But once we take them in, no one has a say over them anymore."
Good god, what terrifying wives this king had. Rhaenys clearly didn't want to stay a minute longer, and Visenya just nodded.
It was an advantage for us: a powerful ally with no political ambitions and a safe haven just in case.
"Okay, I agree to the contract."
I wanted to leave as fast as possible.
As we said our goodbyes, I heard Kael's voice behind me: "Oh, and don't forget the messenger's head. I'd hate to have to search Dragonstone for him."
Oh fuck! I couldn't forget that. I had no desire for them to come to Dragonstone. I looked at Kael and could only give a stiff nod. Fortunately, no one would ever know what happened here today.