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𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾

Aegon sits in his seat with a heavy heart. Two years had passed since Lucaena had passed away in childbed, leaving behind two princes, one who would one day become the heir to the throne. However, the loss of his wife has left Aegon devastated, and he finds himself struggling to come to terms with the fact that she was gone.

He was all alone.

Aegon's small council gathered in the small council to discuss the future of the kingdom. The men in the small council, knew that it was essential for the king to remarry in order to produce more heirs. They had seen what happened to other kings when a king died without a clear successor, and they didn't want that fate to befall their own king.

"Your grace," one councilor speaks up, "we must discuss the matter of your remarriage. It is imperative that you produce more heirs to ensure the stability of the kingdom."

Aegon's eyes hardens as he looks around at his small council. "I will not remarry," he says firmly. "My need to remarry was ended by my late wife, and I will not dishonor her memory by taking another wife."

The councilors exchanges worried glances. They knew that Aegon's grief was clouding his judgment, but they also knew that the future of the kingdom was at stake.

"Your grace, we understand your grief," his grandsire says, "but the needs of the kingdom must come first. Without a clear successor, our kingdom is at risk of falling into chaos."

Aegon stood up from his throne, his voice booming through the throne room. "I said I will not remarry!" he shouts. "My son will be the heir to the throne, and he will rule after me. I will not put another woman through the pain and suffering that my wife went through. That is final."

The small council falls silent, knowing that there was no arguing with the king when he had made up his mind. They knew that Aegon was decent enough king, but they also knew that his grief had blinded him to the needs of the kingdom. They could only hope that he would eventually come around and see reason.

"Then we betroth Princess Jaehaera to Prince Rhaegar. Secure the line," one speaks up, staring at the hand. "If the king permits it of course. After all, his daughter and son would become queen and queen."

Aegon merely nods.

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Nobody knew how to react when the news reached king's landing.

The two presumed dead princes of Rhaenyra Targaryen were said to be alive and returning to take back what was rightfully theirs.

With fire and blood.

And them came the news of their dragons.

Dragons had been rare after the dance of dragons.

Otto Hightower, far from the man he was, ordered the king to call his banners and did them of the pretenders they were.

"Why are you saying they are pretenders?" Aegon shouts, finished with his grandsire's insisting. "Why would Aegon and Viserys be dead?"

Otto did not answer, and Aegon's eyes turned cold.

"Did you send the assassins I told you not to send?"

When his grandsire still did not answer, he lost it and threw the wine pitcher on the wall.

He was tired. He was tired of it all.

Aegon hears his grandsire's steps walk closer, and he turns his head away.

"Are you truly willing to sacrifice the lives of your children? Do you have any idea what will occur if they win?"

"Aye. Fire and Blood."

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The rebellion was spreading faster than he had anticipated, and he knew that he had to act quickly if he was to keep his grip on the Iron Throne.

"Your Grace," one of his advisors says, breaking the silence. "House Stark, House Arryn, and House Tully have all declared for the pretenders. They have brought their armies to bear against us, and we must be prepared for the worst."

Aegon nods grimly.

"Send word to our own bannermen," King Aegon says then. "We will need every sword and spear we can muster. We will not let these pretenders take what is rightfully ours."

As his advisors began to make their preparations, Aegon could not shake the feeling that something was amiss.

He couldn't understand how so many of his former allies had turned against him so quickly.

It was not until later that he discovered the truth.

Lord Corlys and Lord Larys, two of his closest advisors, had been working behind his back to secure Aegon III's claim to the throne.

Aegon giggled like mad when he had found out.

Of course they had.

Why would they ever want him as king when news of two princes of Rhaenyra was said to be alive?

And lord Corlys had never quite forgiven him for Lucaena.

With that being said, Aegon was furious when he found out, and he immediately ordered their arrest.

But the damage had already been done.

The rebellion was in full swing, and he knew that he would have to fight hard to keep his throne.

As he prepares to lead his armies into battle, Aegon could not help but wonder how many more of his trusted advisors were secretly plotting against him.

The game of thrones was a dangerous one, and he knew that he would have to play it carefully if he was to emerge victorious.

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Aegon stands at the forefront of his army, surveying the battlefield with a sense of grim determination.

He has been preparing for this moment for months, gathering his forces and devising a strategy to crush the two princes who threatened his reign.

He did not expected, however, to face two dragons in all its glory.

They had ordered for the lookout of the dragons, yet to no avail.

They were dragons.

The roars grows louder and Aegon feels a chill run down his spine. He has seen dragons before, of course, he had his own, Sunfyre. Yet he had never imagined to see them again in their glory.

The dragons swoops down from the sky, their wings beating with a deafening roar.

Aegon's men raises their shields, but it was no use. The dragons' fiery breath engulfed them, burning them alive.

Aegon watches in horror as his soldiers fell, screaming and writhing in agony.

His own horse was spooked by the dragons' attack and reared up, throwing him to the ground.

Aegon scrambles to his feet, drawing his sword, but he knew that he was hopelessly outmatched.

The dragons were too powerful, too relentless. They seemed invincible.

Aegon fought bravely, but it was a futile gesture.

The dragons ignored him, focused only on burning and killing.

Everything around him was consumed by flames. The air was thick with smoke and the stench of burning flesh.

It was a massacre.

Aegon watches in horror as his entire army was slaughtered, one by one.

He feels a sense of numbness wash over him, a cold, hollow feeling that spread through his body.

He has failed. He has been defeated.

As the dragons flew away, their work done, Aegon scrambles through the carnage, searching for survivors.

But there were none.

Everything was burned, everything was destroyed.

He was alone in the midst of the ruins, the last man standing.

He sank to his knees, his sword falling from his hand.

He was defeated.

He lets out a defeated sigh as he watched the enemy creep closer.

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Aegon gets brought to his knees before his nephews.

He sees them close.

Yes they were definitely Rhaenyra's sons.

He feels his heart sinking as he noticed that they look like Lucaena and his sons, Rhaegar and Aelys.

He feels a pang of regret that he had been forced to fight against his own blood.

Aegon III speaks, his voice cold and measured. "You burnt my mother with your dragon," he says. "You will die the same way she did."

He knows that the boys will not show him mercy.

"My dear nephew, I did what I had to do," he says. "Your mother was a usurper. She had no claim to the throne,"

Aegon III's face consorts with anger. "My mother was the rightful queen," he says, his voice rising. "She was betrayed by her own brother, by you,"

"I did what I had to do to protect my family," he says. "But I see now that I was wrong."

Aegon III narrowed his eyes. "It's too late for apologies, uncle," he said. "Your time has come to an end."

Aegon does not try to protest, he knows it was useless.

The boys had made up their minds.

"My children, your nephews, do not hurt them. They are of your sister's blood. Lucaena would want no harm befall them,"

Aegon then bows his head in acceptance, his fate sealed.

The dragon, a fearsome beast with scales as black as night, lands before Aegon.

Its eyes glows with a fiery light, and Aegon could feel its hot breath on his face.

Aegon III nodded to the dragon, and it opened its jaws wide.

King Aegon II, known to history as the king who usurped his sister, was dead.

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Aegon III sits on the Iron Throne, his brother Viserys by his side.

They have just finished discussing the fate of their uncle, Aegon II, who had been burnt in battle for his crimes against the realm.

But now, their thoughts turned to their family.

Beside him, his brother Viserys fidgets, clearly uncomfortable with the somber mood.

"I barely remember her," Viserys says, breaking the silence. "But I know you loved her deeply, Aegon."

Aegon III nodded, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Yes, I did. She was kind and loving, always looking out for our well-being. It's a shame that she was taken from us too soon."

He takes a deep breath and speaks, his voice heavy with emotion. "Lucaena was a good woman, for how much I can remember her by," he says, his eyes distant. "I miss her. Every day."

Viserys nods, his expression solemn.

Viserys could not remember his only sister much, he was all but a child when he was declared dead.

"She would be proud of what we've accomplished," he says. "We've restored our family to its rightful place."

Aegon III smiles, his mood lightening. "And what of the boys?" he asks, referring to Rhaegar and Aelys, the sons of King Aegon II and his wife and their sister Lucaena.

Viserys frowns, his brow furrows in thought. "We can't simply execute them," he says. "They are family, after all."

Aegon III nods, his mind made up. "Then we will keep them under close watch," he says. "And perhaps one day, they will come to understand the error of their father's ways."

Their minds turned to Jaehaera, Aegon II daughter with his first wife Helaena.

"We must ensure that Jaehaera does not become a problem for us," Viserys says, his voice serious. "Perhaps we should find her a suitable match to keep her occupied and loyal."

Aegon III nods thoughtfully. "Yes, I've been thinking the same thing. And who better than myself? I will take Jaehaera as my wife to unite House Targaryen and secure our place on the throne."

Viserys raises an eyebrow at his brother's bold proposal, but after a moment's consideration, he nods in agreement. "It's a wise decision, Aegon. And it will ensure that the Targaryen bloodline remains strong and unbroken."

And so, the two brothers set their plans into motion, determined to secure the future of their House and rule over the Seven Kingdoms with strength and unity.

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Aegon III fells a pang of sympathy for Jaehaera as he observed her, admiring the way the light caught her silver hair and purple eyes.

He could see the sadness etched on her face, and he knows all too well the pain of losing a parent.

"Your father was a usurper," Aegon III says gently, hoping to ease her sorrow. "He had no right to sit the Iron Throne."

Jaehaera's eyes widens in anger at his words. "My father a usurper? He was the king!"

"He was never the rightful king," Aegon III replies firmly. "The true heir to the throne was my mother, Rhaenyra. Your father's reign was and is declared illegitimate."

Jaehaera's face falls as she takes in his words. "And my grandfather, Lord Otto Hightower? What of him?"

"He will be executed for his treachery," Aegon III says, his tone final. "He betrayed his oath to the crown, and he must face the consequences."

Jaehaera seems to consider this for a moment before turning to him with a question. "And what of my half-brothers, Rhaegar and Aelys? What of them?"

Aegon III nods, relieved to change the subject. "They are safe, under my protection. You need not worry about them."

Jaehaera looks at him with a mix of curiosity and concern. "And why do you wish to marry me, Your Grace?"

Aegon III takes a deep breath before answering. "We need to unite our house. It is the best way to ensure the stability of the realm. And...I find you beautiful, Jaehaera."

Jaehaera looks down, blushing at his words. After a moment of silence, she nods her acceptance of his proposal.

"Very well," she says softly. "I will marry you, Your Grace."

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Aegon III and Viserys enters the chambers where their two nephews, Rhaegar and Aelys, were waiting.

The boys looks up at them with fearful eyes, but Aegon III and Viserys both sends them reassuring smiles.

"Hello, my little princes," Aegon III says, kneeling down to their level. "I hope we didn't keep you waiting too long."

The boys shakes their heads, still too nervous to speak.

Viserys walks over to them and put a hand on each of their shoulders. "You have nothing to fear from us," he says kindly. "We're your uncles, you have nothing to fear."

Rhaegar and Aelys both looks at each other, still unsure.

But Aegon III continues to speak to them in a gentle tone. "Your sister Jaehaera will be joining us soon. I know you have not seen her yet."

The boys perks up a bit at the mention of their sister. "When will she come?" Rhaegar asks timidly.

"Soon, my boy," Viserys replies. "We just wanted to talk to you first and make sure you knew that you're safe here with us."

Aelys then asks, "What about our father? Where is he?"

Aegon III and Viserys shared a look, both of them wincing at the sound of the usurper king's name. Aegon III clears his throat and says, "Your father....he died bravely in battle, fighting for what he believed in."

The boys seems to accept the answer, but Aelys still looks sad. "I miss him," he says quietly.

"I know, my boy," Viserys says, pulling the boy into a hug. "But you have us now. And we'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Aegon III nods in agreement. "We're family, and family sticks together. We'll protect you and your sister and make sure you're always safe."

The boys smile at that, and Aegon III and Viserys both felt a sense of relief.

Aegon III and Viserys both hoped that one day, they could tell the boys the truth about their father, but for now, it was best to protect them from the painful truth.

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The great hall of the Red Keep was filled with lords and ladies from all over the Seven Kingdoms.

They came to witness the coronation of King Aegon III, the rightful heir to the Iron Throne.

Aegon sits solemnly on the throne, his purple eyes gazing out over the sea of people before him.

The High Septon stepped forward, holding the crown of the Seven Kingdoms in his hands.

He raises it above his head and recites the ancient words of the coronation ceremony.

The lords and ladies of the realm stood in silence as the crown was lowered onto Aegon's head, the weight of the kingdom settling upon his shoulders.

Aegon rises from the throne, and the lords and ladies of the realm kneels before him.

He took his first steps as king, walking down the steps of the Iron Throne to greet each of his vassals.

One by one, they pledged their loyalty to their new king, offering him their swords and their support.

When Lord Corlys Velaryon approaches, Aegon embraces him warmly. "You have been my closest ally, Lord Velaryon, and I owe you a great debt."

"It is my honor to serve you, Your Grace," Lord Velaryon replies with a bow. "Your sister, Lucaena was my granddaughter. I cared for her very much,"

After all the lords has pledged their fealty, Aegon rose to address the hall.

"I stand before you today as your new king, and I swear to uphold the traditions and values of the Seven Kingdoms. But there is one matter I must address before we move forward."

He takes a deep breath before continuing. "My first act as king is to proclaim King Aegon II a usurper and declare my mother, Queen Rhaenyra, the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. She may have been flawed, but she was the named heir by my grandfather, King Viserys."

The lords and ladies of the realm stirred at the announcement, some nodding in agreement while others looked on with concern.

But Aegon stood firm in his decision, knowing that it was the right thing to do for the stability of the realm.

With that, the coronation ceremony was concluded, and Aegon III began his reign as the new king of the Seven Kingdoms. The realm held its breath, waiting to see what the future would hold under the rule of this young, determined king.

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The wedding of Aegon III and Jaehaera was a grand affair. The entire court was in attendance, along with lords and ladies from across the Seven Kingdoms.

The ceremony was held in the the great hall, with the High Septon presiding.

Jaehaera looked resplendent in her white and silver gown, with her long silver hair styled in a crown of braids.

Aegon III was similarly magnificent, with his black and gold robes and the crown of King Jaehaerys on his head.

After the ceremony, the newlyweds hosted a lavish feast in the Red Keep.

The food and wine flowed freely, and musicians played lively tunes.

Everyone was in high spirits, celebrating the union of House Targaryen.

As Aegon III and Jaehaera began their life together, their marriage proved to be fruitful.

Over the years, they welcomed nine children into the world, all bearing the unmistakable silver hair and purple eyes of House Targaryen.

Their sons, Daemon, Viserys, Baelon, Aerion, Jacaerys, and Lucerys, were all strong and healthy.

Their daughters, Rhaenyra, Aemma, and Visenya, were just as lovely as their mother.

But what set them apart from all other children in the Seven Kingdoms was the fact that each of them had a dragon's egg placed in their crib, per the Targaryen custom.

As the years passed, the eggs slowly hatched, one by one.

The children were amazed as they watched their dragons emerge from their shells and grow stronger with each passing day.

Soon, the skies over King's Landing were once again filled with the majestic beasts, as they flew overhead and brought awe and wonder to all who beheld them.

The hatching of the dragons marked the beginning of a new golden era for House Targaryen, as the people of the Seven Kingdoms looked on with wonder and awe.

Under the rule of Aegon III and Jaehaera, the Targaryen dynasty was once again thriving, and it seemed that nothing could stop the power of the dragonlords.

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𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈, 𝖼𝗎𝗓 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗇. 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝖺𝖾𝗀𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖾𝗀𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆.

𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽'𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝖾𝗀𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗂𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝖺𝖾𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇.