3A Tale of Two Dragons
Chapter I
The Black Dragon on the Iron Throne
(NdA all what you reckgnize belong to GRRMartin.)
The feast for his and Aegon coronation was grandiose, and, somehow, Targaryen and Blackfire loyalists managed to get along with each other; It had been agreed that the Master of Laws and the Grand Maester will travel with the Wandering Court; along with the Lord Commander of the Royal Guard; The Master of Ships, the Master of Whispers and the Master of Coin, along with the Hand of the King would have stayed in King's Landing.
It had needed a big amount of persuasion, but his nuncle Bittersteel had accepted the nomination as Master of Laws, and would join Aegon;
The Citadel had nominated Aemon Targaryen Maester of the Red Keep, and Deputy Grand Maester, opposing his decision to became a maester of the Night Watch. The reasoning had been that with him on the throne, they need Targaryens in his court.
Actually had been his idea, and he suggested it to Aegon; Aenys, unlikely Aegon had no sons, and his heir was his nephew Daemon Blackfyre, which he hoped to be able to sway from Bittersteel's lessons of hate. Many on the Blackfyre faction regarded him as an usurper and a milksop, so, only surrounding himself with Targaryen loyalists could he hope to appeal to unity.
"Luckily, Daemon have accepted his role as my heir" he thought, "or we would have had a big problem"
He wasn't married, and he didn't plan too, "I really loved only one woman, who died of greyscale several years ago." He mused to kimself. "No, Daemon shall be king, as it is his right, only, after me!"
"You seem lost in your thoughts" Said Aegon to theolder man "your grace" He added chuckling.
Aeny smiled "I was" he replyed "your grace", he added and they laughted at that.
Before you depart, tomorrow, we need to talk about some detail. "Dragonstone and Summerhall?"
Guessed Aegon. He nodded "Yes, exactly"
Aegon tilted his head "well, I'd say, here in the Red Keep wil reside the family of the King on the Iron Throne, and on Summerhall the family of the Wandering King. I would like to keep Deagonstone as the ancestral seat of my house!" He said.
"Alright" he replyed "Than I'll rebuild the Dragonfort, my father's old keep in the crowenlands, it was razed by your father at the end of the first Blackfyre rebellion!" Aegon nodded, and they toasted at the agreement.
He look at the opposite sides of the table, and saw two grim expressions, glaring to each other; one was his nuncle and Master of Laws Aegor Bittersteel, the other was his other nuncle, and Handof the King, Brynden Bloodraven. "They hates each other because of theyr half-sister Shaera" he thought, "and beacause Bloodraven killed your father and your brothers" roared the voice of Bittersteel in his mind. But Aenys did not hate his albino nuncle, because he could understand why he did it.
Together with Aegon, he was positive they could heal the wounds of the Blackfyre's rebellons, because, furure generations in Westeros, deserved peace and prosperity.
He was late when he retired in his rooms. He slept fitfully, haunted by ghosts of the past and, naybe of the future.
Someone knocked to his door. "It's Maester Aemon, your grace", announced ser Domeric Darklyn of the Kingsguard. "Let him in!" Replyed Aenys, putting a nightshirt on.
"Your Grace!" Greeted the man, as he went in. "Please, sat down, Maester Aemon!" He replyed .
"You wanted to see me at dawn, and here I am!"
Aenys nodded. "I wanted to talk with you, because i wanted to know you better; you strike me as a person who speak his mind , so answer to me honestly, what do you thing of what I planned with your brother?"
Maester Aemon look thoughtfull for a few moments, than he spoke" Your grace, when my nuncle informed me of the agreement you stroke with Egg, I mean, with King Aegon, I rolled my eyes, and thought you two two naive boys full of dreams and foolish hope; and I was not happy when lord Brynden all but blackmailed me to stay in King's Landing as deputy Grand Maester; however, I have observed you two, in this fourth months leading to your crowning; and I noticed how carefully you two have laied down your plans, and the skill and decison you demonstrate in implementig it; you worked as a team, and supported each other, and that made me think that, maybe, you killed the boys you were, and you let the men be born!"
Aenys have listened silently, frowning at thhe beginning, but now was smiling. "You know, four months ago I was pretty sure I were going to die, and if weren't for your brother, lord Bloodraven woould have me executed at the Red Keep; now I'm here, King on the Iron throne, about to start an experimento who could hush an age of prosperity or could end in yet another civil war; I do feel a bit over whelmed by all this!"
"I would doubt of your sanity if you did not, your majesty!" Aemon replyed smiling. He nodded smirking.
"All right, it's time I see King Aegon off, than my first day as king on the Iron Throne will start."
"Yes your majesty, the small council, or should I say, tnhe smaller council, will meet after breakfast!"
Aenys nodded and waved him off, as he dressed himself and went down in the yard.
Argon was there, dressed in his black and red armour, crown on his head, sat atop an horse, as his big enturage, more than five hundred persons started to depart; A big wheelhouse, which housed Queen Betha and her daughters started her slow march on. "So, first step, the Broken Claw Point?"
Aenys asked him "Yes, and, in our way there, we shall rid the kingswood ftom outlaws, as we planned!"
"I shall contact you in the castles we planned you to stop every week!" He said "Good luck, your grace!" He said.
"And to you, your grace!" He replyed chuckling as he left for the head of the column; Aenys spared a glancetwo one of the men who followed, one dressed with yellow armour, a fire throwing winged horse on his coat. Bittersteel glared at him for a second, than gave him a veryslight bow, before leaving.
Aenys went to have breakfast, along with his nephew Daemon and his younger siblings, Daenys and Aemond.
Daemon smiled seeing him "Goodmorning, uncle!" He smiled back, "goodmorning, Daemon; have you had a good night?"
"Yes I did, uncle; it's great to be finally here, in the Red Keep; he said beamingly.
"Yes, really!" He replyed . "At least for now!" added somewhat bitterly Aemond.
"What do you mean, brother?" Aenys asked frowning. "I mean brother, that in one year we will be forced to go and live in Summerhall!" He replyed.
"And so? I will wander the knigdoms, as King Aegon is doing now, and you would be able to follow me or stay at Summerhall, which, I'm said, is a very nice castle!" He said.
"So you intend to keep your pact with the bastardspawn!" Aemond said. Aenys slammed his hand on the table "I forbid you to spoke this way about King Aegon!" He yelled. "He saved my life and gave us he occasion of rule this Seven Kingdoms, instead of being exiled pretenders!"
Aemond was cowed by his brother's outburst.
Aenys calmed down and added "keep your tongue in check, brother!" Aemond nodded, and eated his brakfast silently.
Aenys, once finished, went to meet the Smaller Council in his solar; Brynden Rivers and Maester Aemon were already there, along lady Shaera Seastar, the Master of Coin, weasily but astute Walder Frey arrived some time later his hair and clothes slightly messed up; the Mistress of Whispers, the lady Shaera chuckled, guessing rightly the reason behind Walder lateness "was she good?" he did not replyed, only smirked smugly; lord Othor Redwine, Master of Ships arrived last, apologizing and admitting he exagerated at the feast;
Once his smaller council was reunited King Aenys began. "Allright, my lords, this is the first time I'm here on my own, so, let see, how fare my seven kingdoms?"
Lord Bloodraven spoke firstly "as you remember, your grace, we were discussing, along with King Aegon, to strenght our trading tides in the east!"
"Yes, I remember, did my contacts in Tyrosh and Braavos did any good, Lord Frey?" He asked.
Walder nodded smiling smugly as he read his books "Indeed, my lords they were; it was necessary a bit of persuasion, but we managed to struck very vantagious bargains with both cities!"
"You are a weasel, lord Frey, but you have talents!"Thought the king who, outwardly said, instead
"I'm pleased lord Walder!".
Walder smiled back slyly and bowd his head.
"Lord Othor, how is the building of the new trading and military royal fleet is going?"
"Quite good, my lord, thank's to Lord Dagon Greyjoy's Shipwrights." He said, half-loathing himself for phraising an ironman.
He chuckled, old age and loosing his right leg changed the character of Dagon Greyjoy, who in his youth, was the classical Lord Reaper of Pyke, but now, was starting to implement new ways to ensure prosperity for his people.
"Good, lady Shaera, news about the so called Headless Knight and his band of outlaws?"
"Last reports signalated him hiding someway near the Brune's land, in the Kingswood; I have given the reports to king Aegon, before he departed!" She said suavely.
"Good, I'm suere he shall solve that problem neatly " He said.
They spent a couple of hour to address varous minor matters, and finally, King Aenys call it a day, and they went to have luncheon;
Aenys decided to have luncheon in the gardens, and invited Maester Aemon and the Hand with him.
The three man had luncheon together and said "so nuncle, how do you think it was my first day as a king, alone?" Brynden scrutinzed him with his red eye, and said "you did well enought; in my hopinion, you smiles too much, thought!"
"Now, nuncle I remember you said that about uncle Aerys, too!" Aemon said. Brynden nodded, "ruling is a serious matter!"
"But you can be serious without being too gloom!" Replyed smiling the king. "Plus, I learned that smiling lowers the guard of other peoples!"
Bryned assessed him once again, looking veryslightly impressed. "That's true, your grace!" He conceded.
The three man finished theyr luncheon, than, together with ser Domeric, the King wentto train himself; he was never going to be a warrior king the like of Aegon or his Father, but he was not a weakling, and he did know his swordmanship; plus he wanted to stay fit, and do not end like his grandfather, so fat he barely managed to walk.
After training it was time to met the petitioners; While he was there, judging on small and big problems he wondered about Aegon; his wandering started only about seven, eight hours ago, it was ulikely he will have already found troubles, now wasn't it?
(Reviews and constructive criticism are wellcomed, remember that English is not my mother language)