The year 94 A.C. was a joyful one for me, filled with the arrival of companions who would shape my life in the years to come. On the first moon of that year, Laenor Velaryon was born on the same moon. A few days later, Rhaenyra came into the world. By the time of my second nameday, I was already making quite an impression on my family—though not always in the ways they expected.
By then, I had begun walking and talking, exploring my surroundings with curiosity and a surprising level of determination for someone my size. Being a man in the body of a toddler had its advantages, especially after spending nearly nine moons as a helpless babe.
I soon attempted to train with a wooden toy sword, eager to test my strength and skills. However, I quickly discovered my small frame wasn't quite up to the task. Undeterred, I turned my attention to drawing. A little toddler trying to sketch wasn't entirely out of place, but the looks I received when people saw what I was drawing were priceless.
Pages out of the Journal of Aemon Targaryen the White Dragon.
Aemon Targaryen (94 A.C. Third Moon)
Dragonpit
They had just flown, and his father gave some last words to Vhagar, who purred happily at his father's touch. Yet, waiting on the ground, his own curiosity and the bond he felt with Balerion compelled him to move, his little legs carrying him to the enormous dragon. "My Prince!!" One of the dragonkeepers yelled out.
"Aemon! Don't go there is dangerous." His father called out to him. Yet it was too late. He was already at Balerion head. That was lying on the ground. "Little one, you are in trouble. But good to be touched after so many years alone." Balerion rumbled as he laid his tiny Hand on the dragon's chin. "I know, but I want to come to you and don't know why." He replied.
"A Dragonbond is strong. It's one of trust and mutual respect. The closer the bond, the stronger the will of both dragon and rider and we are bonded far more than any other before. I'm ice and fire now. I can feel it. I'm the same as you. I will only bond with someone who shares your blood, a future child, or a grandchild." Balerion explained. "I know, I feel it to the bond, something that is there, but you can't put your finger on it. It's the same feeling I felt with Ghost." He added. 'Ghost, I will miss you until the day I die.' He thought sadly.
"Your companion will always be part of you as I will, as you will be of me. Mourning them is a good way to respect them and keep their memory alive." Balerion said. Then Balerion began to rise and hiss at something coming toward them.
Aemon turned around and saw his father coming. "Balerion Lykrii." His father called out. "Aemon, come here?" His father said, waving his hand.
"I will be back. Thank you for your words," he said to the Balerion as he slowly walked to his father. "Drago," he said happily as his father lifted him up.
"No worries, friend, I will be there for you until we eventually part ways as all beings must. Also, one more thing: I feel someone with blood similar to yours close by," Balerion said, as he rumbled and huft smoke at his father. 'What did Balerion mean by that? He was literally the only one with Stark-Targaryen blood.' Aemon thought, confused.
"Aemon, never do that again. Balerion could have killed you. Dragon aren't pets." His father scolded him as they walked toward the carriage. "Bal, friend," He said childishly. "Like Lae," he added, smiling like an idiot. His father just sighed at him, probably knowing that telling a dragon isn't similar would work with a toddler.
"Hmm, you are happy, but don't think your mother will be pleased." His father said as they stepped inside the carriage. He felt himself becoming red, 'Ops, well, it was worth talking with Balerion.' He thought, sitting on his father's lap.
Lyanna's chambers
Aemon sat on a low bench by the hearth, his small legs swinging as he glanced around the room with a mix of feigned innocence and barely concealed curiosity. His mother paced before him, her long skirts brushing the stone floor as she occasionally stopped to glare at him.
His mother's wolf-gray eyes were as sharp as the ice of the North, and they were fixed on him now. "What were you thinking?" she demanded, her voice low but firm. "You ran straight toward Balerion's head. He's not some plaything, and you're lucky he didn't harm you, even by accident."
He squirmed slightly under her gaze, folding his tiny hands in his lap. "Bal friend, like Vhag, is Kepa's," he mumbled, his words simple and childish.
His mother stopped and crouched in front of him, her braided hair tumbling over one shoulder. "Aemon, you don't wander over to a dragon. A dragon isn't a friend." His mother said.
He hesitated, his small shoulders hunching slightly. "We are friends," he said carefully, choosing words that sounded natural for his toddler self. 'He couldn't go and explain. He knew what a Dragonbond or a warg was. "Together feels nice."
Lyanna exchanged a glance with Baelon, who stood quietly by the doorway. His usual easy smile was replaced with a thoughtful expression. He stepped forward and crouched beside Lyanna, placing a steadying hand on her arm.
"Perhaps it's a warg thing. Perhaps that explains it.?" His father asked softly. "Perhaps still Baelon he but a child." His mother added with a heavy sigh.
His father looked at his mother. "How are you feeling, Lyanna?" Baelon asked softly. "The nausea hasn't let up, has it?" 'Nausea? Was his mother nauseous? Wait! 'I feel someone with blood similar to yours close by,' Balerion had said.' His mother was with child!' He thought, surprised.
"Muna, sick?" He asked curiously. "No, little one, just a little under the weather." His mother replied. He frowned as he walked over to his mother, "No, muna, babe. Like Aemma." He said, and they both looked at him, surprised. "Aemma is sick too, with Ny." He added, as childishly as he could.
"Could I be?" His mother asked his father. "When was the last time you had your moonblood." His father asked. "I don't perhaps a moon ago."
"Then we go to the measter and see if true. Come one, Aemon, let's see if you are to have a Valonqar." His father said, smiling, as he pulled him up into his embrace.
Chapter 4: Baelon Targaryen
Baelon Targaryen (94 A.C. Fourth Moon)
Skys above Driftmark
'High Tide,' He thought. 'He had wanted to visit since little Laenor was born, but duties and his wife's pregnancy announcement kept him busy. Prevented him from going to them. Ever since his father named him heir over Rhaenys, the Valeryons felt like they had been slighted. He wouldn't resent it if Rhaenys became the heir, but his father was King, and the King's words were law. Yet it was time to unite the House of the Dragon again, and he had the best option for it. One he suspected the Valeryons agreed with.'
"Dive, Vhagar," The she-dragon let out a trembling roar as he descended toward the platform. It was designed like a dragon pit of King's Landing. 'High Tide had started its construction shortly before the betrothal announcements between Rhaenys and Corlys. Corlys was always a man with immense pride, and High Tide was a true sowing of that, and he had to said it never failed to impress.' He thought as they landed.
"Prince Baelon, welcome to High Tide. My uncle is expecting you in the Hall of Nine. I'm Vaemond Velaryon." The man proclaimed after he dismounted and took his travel bag with him, and Ser Addam also dismounted.
"I remember you, Vaemond, from my niece's wedding. It's good to see you gain. May congratulate on your nephew." He said, and the man gave him a respectful bow.
He followed the mand and gave the travel bag to Ser Addam. Slowly, they entered Hight Tide, and it was impressive how they looked after five years of construction. The only true thing the castle yet lag was a wall, although he had seen the beginnings of one when he arrived.
Ser Addam stepped forward as the doors opened and announced him to the room. "Prince Baelon Targaryen, Heir to Iron Throne, and Prince of Dragonstone."
"Prince Baelon, welcome to High Tide," Corlys said, his voice stoic, as he stood up from the driftwood throne, and then the man gave him a slight bow. 'At least he does that,' Baelon thought, relieved.
By his side sat his niece, with a babe in her arms, and little Laena sat at the foot of the stairs to the throne. "Lord Corlys, thank you for receiving me, and congratulations on the birth of your son. I hope soon you can travel to court to present him to the King." He said.
"Thank you, uncle. The Queen found this little bundle a true joy. He said he reminded him of Aemon." His niece said. "Yes, I heard. Any reminder of my brother is a happy thing." Baelone replied, smiling.
"As much I would like to say, this visit is just social, it isn't. I have come here to repair the rift between our families. House Velaryon has always been a strong ally to the crown. The crown is its strongest if our oldest ally stands beside us." He proclaimed.
"Very well, everyone out," Colrys replied. "Daela, take the childeren." Rhaenys said, and soon, Laenor and Laena were escorted out. "Ser Addam, you can wait outside." He ordered, and the man nodded, left the room, and closed the door.
"So, My Prince, what are you have to over after my wife was slighted and her birthright taken," Corlys said with a low voice. "Corlys," Rhaenys chastised her husband.
"As you know, I didn't want to be the heir. I would be content to serve my brother as Hand and stand by his side. Yet fate had different plans, as had my father, I didn't contest it as he is the King, and the King's word is law." He said.
"Yet, we are kin, through marriage and blood. So, I propose we bind ourselves again through blood. My son, Aemon, is the heir to the future lands of Sea Dragon Point, which is currently in development. When the keep is finished, it will be the main Nothern port in Sunset Sea. So I asked we betrothed my son Aemon to your daughter Laena. In the marriage, Laena will also be allowed to try and claim a dragon when the time comes. We also will help you arrange a good match for your eldest cousin, Vaemond." Baelon declared and waited for their reaction.
Corlys looked toward his wife and then back to him. "It is an acceptable proposal. The Queen spoke about it too when she was here, so we had time to consider the possibility of a match between Aemon and Laena. I only want to add a few things: my seat on the small council has to be returned, there has been a decrease in trade traffic for Velaryon ships, and my son will grow up alongside Prince Aemon. It will hopefully bring on a lifelong friendship." Coryls proclaimed. Baelon sighed in relief at their acceptance, giving his mother a silent thank you.
"I can agree to that. However, you must understand that Aemon will travel north after his tenth nameday to be a ward with grandfather Rickard Stark or Benjen Stark. Pray my goodfather is still around by then. I'm sure Lord Stark would be happy to offer him a wardship, too." He added. "Hmm, I can see that a few years in the North will do any child good. The North breeds strong men." Colrys repsoned.
He nodded, satisfied with the agreement. "Then we are in accord. Let this be the first step toward mending the bond between our houses. I will send word to King's Landing about our arrangement and promptly address your concerns about trade and the council seat."
Corlys stood, extending his hand, his expression softening slightly. "It is a start, Prince. Let us hope that history will look kindly on this moment."
He clasped Corlys's hand firmly, meeting the Lord of the Tides' gaze. "It will, my Lord. Together, we shall ensure it."
As their grip loosened, Rhaenys rose from her seat. "It gladdens my heart to see family striving for unity. My mother once said that a house divided falls faster than any sword. I believe she was right." Rhaenys said, smiling.
"Wise words, Princess, I hope my sister-in-law is still here," he replied, bowing his head slightly.
Rhaenys smiled and replied. "She is still here. Also, I hope you stay the night so we can host a feast to mark this agreement. Let it be known that House Velaryon and House Targaryen are bound anew."
"Of course, I prepared for the possibility." He answered, smiling.
Corlys inclined his head in agreement. "A fine idea, my lady. Let the castle be prepared. Vaemond, come back inside."
The door creaked open as Ser Addam, and Vaemond stepped back inside, his watchful eyes scanning the room. He turned to him with a subtle nod, signaling the end of their discussion. "Nephew, escort Prince Baelon to his chambers for his stay."
"As you wish, my Lord. I see you both later during the feast." He added, and he and Ser Addam followed Vaemond to their assigned chambers.
I remember my father being joyful when he arrived back at court from his trip to Driftmark. I learned then that I was betrothed to Laena. The rider of Vhagar in the past, I remember hoping she would tame a different dragon, meaning my father would live. Also, the news of my mother's second pregnancy began traveling the realm, and soon, in the year 94 A.C in the Elventh moon, my sister Visenya Targaryen was born. My Aunt Gael was also officially betrothed to the future Lord of Isle of Claw Bartimos Celitgar this year. The boy was then six and ten, and they would wed when Gael would turn six and ten due to Gael's delicate nature. My Grandmother had argued the case, as she remembered what happened with Daella.
Pages out of the Journal of Aemon Targaryen the White Dragon.
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