• A Son For A Son •

                                    

                                          

King Aemond sat at the head of the grand council chamber, the weight of recent events pressing heavily upon his shoulders. The death of Jacaerys had sent shockwaves through the realm, and he knew that Rhaenyra would not rest until she had avenged her son's death. The room was filled with the most trusted members of his council, each one acutely aware of the severity of their situation.
"We must prepare for Rhaenyra's retaliation," 
Aemond began, his voice steady but laced with tension. 
"She will come for us, and we must be ready."

Lord Otto Hightower, his face stern, leaned forward. 
"Rhaenyra's forces are not to be underestimated. She will come with the full might of her dragons and her loyal supporters. We need to fortify our defenses and ensure our own dragons are battle-ready."

Aemond nodded, his mind racing through potential strategies.
 "We must also consider our alliances. Reach out to those who are still undecided and sway them to our side. The more support we have, the stronger we will be."


Ser Criston Cole, ever the loyal protector, spoke up next. 
"We should also consider a preemptive strike. If we can catch Rhaenyra off guard, we may be able to weaken her forces before she has a chance to fully mobilize."

Aemond's gaze hardened. 
"We must be cautious. A reckless move could cost us dearly. But we cannot sit idle and wait for her to come to us. We need a plan that balances offense and defense."

As the council continued to debate their next move, Aemond's mind wandered to Elaenys and their newborn son, Daelon. Amidst the chaos and conflict, they were a beacon of hope and joy. He knew that he had to protect them at all costs, and that meant making the right decisions here and now.
"Prepare the troops," 
Aemond finally commanded
"Strengthen our defenses and reach out to our allies. And most importantly, keep a close watch on Rhaenyra's movements. We must be ready for whatever comes next."
The council members nodded in agreement, each one understanding the gravity of the task ahead. As they dispersed to carry out their orders, Aemond remained seated, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and strategies. The battle for the throne was far from over, and he knew that the coming days would be crucial in determining the fate of their realm.


Alicent paced the room, her face etched with worry. She had been writing letter after letter to Rhaenyra, hoping for a response that never came. Aegon sat nearby, his expression one of frustration and defiance.
"Aegon," 
Alicent began, her voice trembling slightly, 
"I fear for your life. Your actions have put you in grave danger. Rhaenyra will not rest until she has avenged Jacaerys' death."

Aegon sighed, running a hand through his hair. 
"Mother, I did what I had to do. Jacaerys was a threat to our claim. We couldn't just stand by and do nothing."

"But at what cost?" 
Alicent's eyes were filled with tears. 
"Every day, I write to Rhaenyra, begging for peace, hoping she'll respond. But she doesn't. She won't even acknowledge my letters. I'm terrified that she'll come for you, for all of us."


Elaenys had been standing just outside the room, her heart pounding as she overheard Alicent's words. "I'm terrified that she'll come for you, for all of us." The weight of those words hung heavily in the air, and before either Aegon or Alicent could say anything else, Elaenys stepped into the room, her eyes blazing with determination.
"If Rhaenyra comes for us," 
Elaenys declared, her voice strong and unwavering, 
"Then we will be ready. We will fight with fire and blood, like true Dragons. We will not cower in fear, but stand tall and defend our family with everything we have."

Aegon and Alicent turned to look at her, surprised by her sudden entrance and the fierce resolve in her voice. Elaenys continued, 
"We are not just any family; we are Targaryens. Our blood is strong, our will unbreakable. If Rhaenyra seeks to destroy us, she will find that we are not so easily defeated."

Aegon nodded, a fire igniting in his eyes as well. 
"Elaenys is right, Mother. We will face whatever comes our way together, as a family. We will show Rhaenyra that we are not to be trifled with."

Alicent looked at Elaenys, feeling a mix of pride and fear.
 "I only hope that our strength will be enough." 
She whispered, her voice trembling.
"It will be," 
Elaenys assured her.
 "We are Dragons, and we will rise above this. Together, we will prevail."
In that moment, the three of them stood united, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, bound by their shared determination and the unyielding spirit of their lineage.



Night had fallen, casting a shadow over King's Landing as Daemon stealthily made his way through the darkened streets. His plan was about to commence. He moved with purpose, knowing that every step brought him closer to his goal.
He found the two rat catchers in a secluded alley, their faces hidden beneath hoods. Daemon approached them, his eyes cold and calculating. 
"It begins now," 
he said, his voice low and commanding. 
"I need you to bring me the head of Jaehaerys, a son for a son."

The rat catchers exchanged glances, understanding the gravity of the task. They nodded, accepting the mission without question. 
Daemon's gaze hardened as he continued. 
"This must be done swiftly and without error. Do not fail me."
With that, he turned and disappeared into the night, leaving the rat catchers to carry out his deadly command. The city slept, unaware of the dark deeds being set into motion, as Daemon's plan began to unfold in the shadows of King's Landing.