THE SUN AND THE FLAME ☀︎ AEGON TARGARYEN

sixteen.

Addam walked around, looking at all the dragons as Aemond and Aegon dressed themselves into the dark metal armour decorated with three headed dragons. Ser Criston Cole had been marching to Duskendale as Lord Darklyn had pledged for Rhaenyra and it had been time, they were taking permanent action against the traitors to set an example.

It took both Targaryen brothers by surprise when Seasmoke raised his head and turned to the new heir of Driftmark and allowing him to mount him. "Good, very well then" Aegon said casually before he mounted his own dragon, Sunfyre, as the three of them took to Duskendale.

Duskendale had declared for Rhaenyra, in spite of having King Viserys renaming his Heir while Lord Darklyn had been present. The Lord, who had been the eldest child, believed it should be the eldest child as well and declared for Rhaenyra, then there was also the factor that Prince Daemon had threatened everyone who stood against them with fire and blood, and he would love to keep his head.

When Aegon landed, he walked toward the army led by Lord Darklyn, who looked at the three large beasts that came close, they had send many ravens begging Princess—or Queen in their eyes—Rhaenyra for someone to come aid them, but Prince Jacaerys had been in the North, trying to convince Lord Stark, and Princess Rhaenyra had been grieving the loss of her son as Prince Daemon took Harrenhall with a Dragonseed named Nettles who had claimed the dragon Sheepstealer, while Ulf and Hugh had claimed Vermithor and Silverwing respectively, all part of a plan left behind by Prince Jacaerys before he left as he believed the dragons they had should have riders.

But no dragon they had could compare to the brute size of Vhagar alone.

"My Lord" Aegon said looking at the Lord of Duskendale. "You should give up the crown, boy" Lord Darklyn yelled back, from behind a line of his soldiers as Aegon stood before him with Ser Criston by his side, and Aegon laughed. "And give it to my sister? Where is she then? We have seen your ravens fly away, perhaps a few are stuck between the teeth of my dragon but most we let fly, and yet, she is not here to be found to support you, my Lord, and what ruler would let their people to fight amongst each other without guidance" Aegon said, and he could see Lord Darklyn's façade faltered a little.

"I am part of the Queen's council, they will come and when they do they will live up to your House words" Lord Gunthor said, as he had seen the coronation of Rhaenyra when Ser Erryk had brought King Viserys' crown to her on Dragonstone. Aegon nodded, in a disbelieving manner. "Then we shall wait for them" Aegon said placing one hand over the other as he leaned onto his right leg, resting his left foot on the heel as he looked around, closing an eye when he looked towards the sun.

"Have I grown blind, my good Lord Hand, or do I not see those Dragons from the Blacks" Aegon said looking around, mocking Darklyn's words further. Aemond snickered along with his brother. "I have merely one eye, my King, but I am not blind. There are none" he said before turning his gaze onto the Lord. "I could let you fall with one simple word, or you yield now" Aegon said looking at all the men. "Our dragons are hungry, my Lord, they would not mind feasting on flesh of the Crownlands." Aegon said looking at the Lord who swallowed thickly.

"King Viserys named me Heir, and I will honour the King's wish" Aegon said as Sunfyre appeared behind him, standing to his full height as men coward away leaving the Lord standing alone. "Bring him to me" Aegon commanded and ser Criston did as told as all his men had thrown down their swords, in fear of the dragons.

Lord Gunthor of House Darklyn, it was written, was quickly and smoothly defeated by King Aegon, second of his name at the fall of Duskendale. The King, who wanted to make an example out of him by showing what would happen to traitors with mercy, would swing Blackfyre and decapitate the Lord himself, naming the son the new Lord of Duskendale with the promise of siding with the true Heir and King. Duskendale had not waved into the other direction afterwards.

Ser Criston had turned to the King as the men watch the blood drip of Blackfyre, the ancestral sword of House Targaryen, as Aegon looked at the man whose life he had just taken. His face wanted to falter and cry as everything started to become surreal, until the knight spoke to him. "My Lord, we must turn to Rook's Rest, Lord Staunton has pledged for the Usurper as well" Criston said, his dislike for the Princess not hidden anymore. "ser Criston I do want to remind you that is my sister you speak off, and if it's Rook's Rest you wish to attack then so be it, let it be known traitors will be dealt with with either fire or blood" Aegon said as he turned to his brother as they walked back to their dragons.

"You are shaking, brother" Aemond noted, as Aegon's hands were indeed shaking as he put away Blackfyre, not wishing to show his people he was crying after taking a life. "I am not meant for war, Aemond, I am not meant to take another's life" Aegon said and Aemond nodded. "Who is?" Aemond asked and although it was meant rhetorical, Aegon turned to him. "Prince Daemon is" he said before mounting Sunfyre and flying over the army as they made their way to Rook's Rest, where Lord Staunton waited for them.

But he had not been alone as Prince Jacaerys and Prince Daemon with their dragons had been waiting for them. "Uncle, nephew" Aegon said landing his Dragon not daring to get off. "I will ask you kindly first—"Aegon started but it didn't seem like kindness was Prince Daemon's plan when he threw a spear towards Aegon.

His eyes landed on it, on the staff of the spear stood the sigil of his wife's House. It belonged to House Martell. "Those Dornish cunts know how to fight" Daemon said. "Such a shame I cannot say the same for your bastards" Daemon said as he looked at Aegon, who flinch. "What?" Aegon asked, his voice darkened. Hoping, praying, Prince Daemon was not speaking of what he thought he was. "Hiding your children in Dorne was smart, but what can mere men do to Dragons?" Daemon taunted and Jacaerys looked away, he had disagreed loudly that killing Aegon's children was not the revenge for Lucerys that needed to be done.

"What have you done?" Aegon snapped and Sunfyre roared at the feeling of distress from his rider. "Aegon" Aemond said loudly trying to calm the King, but he understood. And blamed himself. "Eye for an eye, and a son for a son" Daemon said before he threw something else at Aegon.

Blood-soaked blanket that was once white with a three headed dragon and a sun embroidered on it was thrown into his hands, the cursive letters of Vaegon stitched into it and the once light grey colour was now a dark brown colour from the blood. "No" Aegon said before he quickly steered Sunfyre away, but not fast enough as Prince Daemon followed on Caraxes. Aemond and Addam quickly went after the Rogue Prince, until the loud roar of Meleys joined, and Daemon smirked thinking she had come to aid him, instead Meleys attacked Caraxes, taking down the dragon with her as Vhagar's flames tried to attack Caraxes and Vermax.

Aegon lost balance of Sunfyre just as the Red Keep came into his sight, crashing to the ground as the battle continued in Rook's Rest. "Nyferia!" Aegon yelled out as everyone bowed their heads in a sombre expression as Aegon held his arm and ribs, which had been clearly broken when he fell, and a burn from Caraxes was forming on his upper left shoulder. The cries of a woman who he knew was Nyferia from a mile reached his ears as he rushed to her.

"Kepa!" the sound of children was heard, and Aegon was caught in the small arms of his children, only two of them as he looked up to see Drazenko, Aliandra's husband, hold Nyferia who was crying on the floor, holding something to her chest. "I am sorry my King" Drazenko said as he looked at Aegon.

Aegon dragged himself, and his children, towards Nyferia, taking her in his arms as he hissed in pain, tears falling down from the pain in his body but he did not care, his family needed him, and he needed to hold them tight afraid to let go.

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