Author's Note: Starfyre is out. I have been presented with a new name. This is what happens when you don't have everything set in stone.
The dragon's new name is Albion.
For some reason, it takes some time before chapter revisions show on the Webnovel app, but I just wanted to make that clear.
Sorry about the change. Back to our regularly (not really) scheduled broadcast.
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Baelor felt shame.
When he first learned that his beloved wife was with child, he was hopeful. He already had a son, an heir. Now, he needed a daughter, one that could bind Aenys to his line and secure his and his son's rule. Instead, Jena presented him with another son, a son that looked nothing like the Targaryens of old that the realm seemed to desperately crave.
For a long time, Baelor had endured the constant whispers and ridicule of the lords who despised his father's rule and his mother's kingdom. He had believed himself to be above it. He believed that he would one day prove them wrong. He might look Dornish, but he was still a Targaryen like his father and those that came before him. He would rule justly and suitably just like King Jaehaerys had once done.
That part of him had slowly been dying since Aenys was born.
'No, since the dragon was born.'
Baelor did not retreat to Dragonstone indefinitely. He often traveled to King's Landing and other parts of the realm. It was necessary. They no longer commanded the same power as the Targaryens of old. If their family was to survive, then they needed to be seen and heard by the realm.
It was through constant tours and processions that Baelor endured more humiliation. Few looked to him. Most were just curious about his nephew, the one who hatched a dragon egg. The nephew who had the appearance of past Targaryens.
Baelor knew why. Aelinor might not wholly look like a Targaryen, but she had their eyes. Her hair was more blonde than silver, but in the right lighting she could pass off as a Targaryen princess if she tried. It was no wonder then that her child with Aerys would turn out the way he did.
There was more than that, though. Aenys was smart, and he already looked like a child who could one day become a great warrior. He had inherited Aerys' mind but not his flaws. A warrior prince who would command a dragon. The only dragon. During these divisive times, such a figure could inspire many.
This was why Baelor wanted Aenys by his side. They were family, but his nephew could also bring great stability if used properly. He could become the guiding force that Baelor needed. A marriage would make that possible.
That hope was lost for now.
Worse, Baelor felt disgusted that a part of him had been disappointed with his son's appearance, that he was disappointed with his wife for delivering them a son.
Yes, Baelor was ashamed of himself.
Yet, he knew how troubling these times were. One wrong move and the whole realm could descend into civil war once more, just like with the Dance of the Dragons. Only now, there was only one dragonrider that could tip the balance.
'Am I going mad?' Baelor wanted to laugh but he held himself back as he watched Jena hold their new son in her arms in their private chambers in Dragonstone. She had been bedridden after the birth. Thankfully she was able to move a lot easier now compared to when she first gave birth.
It had already been a month since Matarys was born, and soon they would be leaving for King's Landing with the rest of the family. They were only waiting for Maekar to arrive as Daeron was still on the island with Aenys.
Even if it was just a facade, they wanted to show the realm that Baelor stood united with his family. That Aenys stood with him. His nephew was only four, and it pained Baelor to have to think like this about him.
Things were rarely simple.
"You look like you might soon think yourself to death, my love," Jena said, her soft voice piercing through Baelor's thoughts.
Sighing, Baelor ran a hand through his well-kept short hair. "Forgive me. This is meant to be a happy occasion. We will soon be announcing our son before the realm."
Jena looked up from the sleeping Matarys to lock eyes with Baelor. "I'm not blind, Baelor. I know how you feel, and I apologize. Truly. I know you wished for a daughter, and I failed."
"Don't think such things," Baelor said, his heart beating with guilt. "Our son is a gift. Do not think otherwise."
"You don't have to lie to me," Jena replied softly. "I know what troubles you. I too share your fears. I do not wish for our sons to be caught up in a conflict that will destroy them. I want peace."
If only it were so simple. Perhaps in a different time, when so many did not wish to bring ruin upon them for things that they could not control.
"There is still time," Baelor said at last. "Aenys is young. So is Valarr. Perhaps the bond of friendship can prevail even if blood ties do not."
A small smile graced Jena. "Do not count me out yet, my love. I can still deliver you a daughter."
Baelor did not answer. He just smiled as he walked forward to stand beside his wife and son.
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Brynden "Bloodraven" walked briskly through the halls of the Red Keep. The atmosphere in the castle was charged. Many of the servants had been here four years ago when the miracle of the decade occurred, so they knew what was coming. Since the king decreed that every Targaryen prince was going to be present at the naming ceremony for Baelor's new child, the castle had descended into a fervor of whispers and gossip. Brynden had already confirmed that it was the same for the city where word started to spread about Aenys' return.
People were more excited to see Aenys than they were to welcome Baelor's new child.
Brynden already knew that it was the same for all the upstarts that were flooding into the city at this very moment.
Such a twist of fate. Honestly, Brynden wasn't caught off-guard so easily these days. Not with his blossoming abilities. But he never could have anticipated all of this. A new dragon, born in an age that was thought to be impossible.
Despite all the attention the young Targaryen prince was receiving, Brynden himself was more focused on another matter entirely.
Shiera.
Subconsciously, Brynden's grip tightened on Dark Sister as it hung securely at his side.
His dear sister had grown considerably more beautiful the older she became, but Brynden's interests weren't so surface level. Shiera was one of the few people who treated him with respect. She had never once recoiled in fright at his appearance, finding it interesting instead. She was also one of the rare few who appreciated his magical abilities. Abilities that few possessed. She had her own magic. It was different from his, but it was just something else that united them, that made them stand out. These abilities made them different from the rest.
How could Brynden not fall for his sister?
And yet, she had become more distant. She was rarely at the Red Keep, coming only when it was socially expected of her. And even then, it was only so that she could stay on top of things. She was still cordial with him, but it was different from before. More cold. It hurt.
Brynden wasn't blind about the reason for this change.
Aenys.
His dear sister had become enamored with the young boy too. Why? Just because he was able to hatch an egg? That was a fluke. Nothing more. Aenys was no different from any other of their relatives. He was just another Targaryen prince. There were many of them. Brynden had abilities that no other prince had the privilege of wielding. It was he who was different.
Brynden had used birds and rodents to spy on Aenys throughout the years. The king might think him safe on Dragonstone, but there was little that could escape Brynden's notice if he put his mind to it.
Brynden was forced to watch Shiera pamper Aenys with her attention and singing and everything else that he so desired. Brynden had assumed that he would have to contend with some overbearing lord wanting to take Shiera because of her looks. He did not imagine that his biggest competition would be a 4-year-old.
Brynden sighed. 'What am I thinking?'
Was he really becoming jealous over some boy who was not even five-years-old? How embarrassing of him.
Brynden tried to clear his mind from those embarrassing thoughts as he climbed the steps in the Hand's Tower. Inside the main chamber was Lord Ambrose Butterwell. The man was another ambitious fool who sought to rise above his station, but that was the norm in the Red Keep. One needed ambition in order to climb the ranks around here. The king had done his best to purge the corruption of their father's reign, but unfortunately the game always continued, even if the players in it changed.
Ambrose looked up from his desk when he heard Brynden walk into the chamber after the guards let him through.
"Lord Brynden."
Despite having been legitimized, Brynden and his other bastard siblings were never formally given the titles of "prince" and "princess."
It changed little really, but Brynden knew that it was another supposed slight that Daemon and Aegor held in their hearts. To them, it meant that they were still bastards. It seemed to Brynden this half-brothers just had a persecution complex with how they overanalyzed everything.
"Lord Hand. How goes the planning?"
"It's well overall, but there is so much to do," the lord bemoaned, his already sagging chin flapping as he talked. "This might be worse than Prince Rhaegel's marriage."
"We already knew this was going to happen when the king decreed that Prince Aenys would be attending the celebration."
"Honestly, I'm not sure what His Grace is thinking," Ambrose complained. "Something as important as a dragon should be under his care, not that of a mere child."
Brynden's eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
"What are you implying, Lord Hand?"
"That the dragon be removed from the prince. What else? It is more important that the king has it under his control. I'm sure Prince Aerys must feel proud about his son's accomplishment, but he's not going to be king. The stability of the realm comes first."
Brynden leaned over the desk to stare into the man's eyes, startling Ambrose.
"Do you not understand the significance of the bond between a dragon and its rider, Lord Hand?"
"P-Pardon?" Ambrose stuttered.
"Once a dragon bonds with a rider, that bond holds until either the dragon or the rider perish. Are you trying to imply that the king should kill his own grandson so that he can take control of the dragon?"
Ambrose went pale. "I-I did not mean to imply-"
"The dragons have been gone more than half a century, so I'll forgive your ignorance this once," Brynden silenced him as he stepped back. "You should be more careful about your words in the future, Lord Hand. Prince Aerys might not be so merciful."
Annoyed, Brynden turned and headed out of the room, leaving a flustered Ambrose behind.
There really were too many incompetent lords who liked to try his patience. Brynden had only come here to get away from his thoughts, but now he found himself annoyed all over again.
It was a good thing that he was never to be king. If he were king, he might just give in to his impulse of imprisoning them all due to incompetence.
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Maekar felt the familiar wind hit his face as he and Dyanna stood out in the port of Dragonstone.
He had just arrived on the island the day before but already he was on the move again, getting ready to sail to King's Landing. Honestly, these days it felt like he was doing more sailing than any actual work. Summerhall might not hold as much land as other castles, but there were still knights and farms and other holdings sworn to him that needed to be administered properly.
And yet, Maekar could not find it in himself to be annoyed. Not when he saw Daeron laughing and enjoying himself as he walked with Aenys at his side. It was a scene that had been common during the previous evening too.
Dyanna seemed to be of a similar mind as she observed their firstborn.
"He seems to be enjoying himself."
Whatever it was that Aenys was doing, it was enough to keep Daeron's nightmares away. Maekar was forever thankful for that.
"Aenys!" Aerion, who had been clinging to their side, instantly took off running when he saw his cousin.
Maekar was silently grateful his son didn't trip and dirty his doublet.
Dyanna was amused. "Hmm. Am I going to have to worry that the boy is going to steal all my children away from me?"
Maekar knew that she really did not mean that in a negative way. Not when Aenys was so affectionate with her.
"Uncle! Auntie!" As if on cue, after hugging the excited Aerion, Aenys ran toward them with a wave.
They had seen one another during breakfast, but Aenys was always excited to see them.
Trailing behind Aenys and the others were Aelinor and Aerys, followed last by Shiera.
"I don't think I'm that old yet," Dyanna mused as Aenys hugged her.
"But you're one of my favorite aunties!" Aenys declared before he turned to hug the more composed Maekar.
"One of your favorites?" Dyanna said. "Who am I fighting for first place?"
"Auntie Jena is nice too," Aenys said with a wide smile.
Dyanna couldn't help but smile as well. "Hmm, I see. I'll be sure to pass that along to her."
"He tells her every day," Daeron said as Dyanna brought him and the excited Aerion closer to her.
Aenys shrugged. "Only because it's true."
"My, you're such a flatterer," Dyanna joked. "Perhaps you should save those kind words for your mother."
"Mom is the best." The young Aenys looked so serious after saying those words that Dyanna had to laugh.
Aelinor looked proud as she and the sour looking Aerys joined them.
"I guess I must be the best mother around."
"Nu-uh!" Daeron shook his head. "You are nice, but my mom is cool too."
"Yeah, but she's not as cool as my mom," Aenys said with another shrug.
"Why!"
"It's the rules."
"They are not real."
"They are!"
"Aenys! Aenys!" Aerion cut in before the two older boys could continue their shouting match about who had the best mom. "Dragon!"
"Eh." Aenys looked down at the excited Aerion. "Dragon won't be coming." He looked annoyed by that.
"You cannot ride your dragon yet, dear," Shiera said as she giggled, standing a bit apart but always keeping her eyes on Aenys. "There is nowhere for her to be in King's Landing. The Dragonpit is still destroyed."
"Her?" Maekar was interested. He addressed Shiera, "Has the dragon laid any eggs?"
Shiera seemed amused by his interest, which just annoyed Maekar to his core. He ignored the fact that Shiera was technically his aunt.
"Nothing like that. I just have a feeling is all."
Aelinor didn't look happy. "You should not say such things. People will misunderstand."
Maekar understood why Aelinor was upset. If Aenys' dragon was capable of laying eggs, and if those eggs were able to be hatched unlike the others, then Aenys would become all the more valuable. Although, in such an event, Maekar was certain that his father would just order the eggs to be turned over, even if it risked upsetting Aenys.
"It's okay." Aenys puffed out his chest. His hair blew softly in the wind. "My dragon will be the best."
"Dragon!" Aerion was in agreement even though they missed the point of the conversation.
Maekar sighed. "That's all he says lately."
Dyanna placed a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.
"He's your son."
She said that as if it explained everything, and the more Maekar thought about it the more he realized that she was right.
They conversed for a few more minutes. During that time, Baelor arrived with his family. Maekar did not miss the way Valarr stood apart from Aenys and the others. From the way Baelor sighed every so often, he must have noticed it too.
It wasn't until they were boarding the ship, one of many that made up the royal fleet, that Maekar got a moment alone with his two brothers.
"You look awful." It was his greeting toward Aerys.
Aerys was still looking sour. Maekar could already guess what his brother was thinking.
"You know what I'm going to be subjected to once we reach the Red Keep," Aerys said with a scowl.
Maekar wanted to smack his older brother. "Do you not understand the responsibility on your shoulders, you fool? Aenys is your son. Put more thought into his future."
"You don't know what I've been doing," Aerys glared in turn.
"Enough, both of you." Baelor was able to silence Maekar and Aerys before they could escalate. "This is not the time to be arguing among ourselves. We need to stand together. We have enough enemies as it is."
Maekar grunted. "If you speak about Daemon and his ambitions, then you need not worry about that anymore."
From everything Maekar had heard, the lords that had gathered around Daemon Blackfyre had broken apart. Some still remained loyal, but with the birth of a dragon many were indecisive about what to do. There was still tension in the realm, but there was much less consolidation.
This was both a blessing and a curse.
Baelor shook his head. "You know it's not that simple, brother. For now, we must be watchful to understand the ambitions of those who oppose us."
Maekar kept his silence. Deep in his heart, he knew that the lords really only opposed Baelor. However, Maekar was loyal and he held love for Baelor. He would not turn his back on his brother.
'Unfortunately, it's not really up to me.'
Maekar cast a disgruntled glance at Aerys who was already slouching.
How could an energetic and happy child come from someone like Aerys was beyond Maekar's understanding. If not for the boy's looks and the fact that Aelinor wasn't the type to step outside of her marriage, Maekar would never believe that Aenys was Aerys' child.
And yet, he was.
Maekar had to once again ask himself: why Aerys?
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The short voyage from Dragonstone to King's Landing was enjoyable enough for Shiera. Aenys had an interesting ability to make his family feel at ease, so long as you were not Valarr.
Shiera did not understand what Valarr was thinking with his behavior. Perhaps he wasn't thinking at all. He was still a child, after all. Unfortunately, such animosity had a habit of spiraling if left unchecked for too long.
'I wonder if he might regret his actions one day.'
Shiera did not give the matter further thought.
Two of the Kingsguard had made the journey to Dragonstone in order to sail back with them. Aenys spent a lot of his time talking to both knights, asking them many questions. He even asked one of them if he could see his Valyrian steel sword, Lady Forlon.
"I will have one too," Aenys declared after the knight was charitable enough to allow him to hold the sword.
"You're still too young for such talks," Aelinor said, trying to temper her son's enthusiasm.
She was not successful. Instead, Aenys asked his parents when he could start training to become a knight.
"Interested, are you?" Aenys' enthusiasm seemed to transfer to Maekar who spoke up.
"Yes! It's uh important." Aenys struggled a moment to recall the right word, but he gave his answer in the end. "To be strong."
Such an honest answer.
Shiera was more than a little amused to see the usual stern prince become softer with his nephew after hearing such a response.
"H'mph. I might just make you my squire when the time comes," Maekar said with little warmth. At least, on the surface. To those that knew him, this was Maekar being kind.
The offer was genuine.
"Really!?" Aenys became excited at the prospect.
Daeron didn't look happy. "But what about me, father?"
"Oh?" Maekar perked up more. "Are you also interested already?"
"Yes!" Daeron seemed to be determined. Shiera was certain that he probably just didn't want to be left behind.
Maekar seemed thrilled to hear this. "Then when we get back-"
"Husband." Dyanna's voice stopped Maekar cold. "I'm happy that you're happy, but such talks can wait until our son is older, don't you think?"
It was a rare sight to see Maekar become embarrassed. He cleared his throat while the others just watched, clearly enjoying the conversation.
"Yes, forgive me. I got ahead of myself. It will not happen again."
Men like Maekar were simple in Shiera's eyes. Too honest and too hung up on duty.
They were boring men, but for once Shiera could admit that Maekar became endearing to her.
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There was still light when the ship spotted King's Landing. But really, it was their nose that noticed the city first.
Aenys looked like he wanted to puke as he stood on the deck of the ship next to Shiera.
"That smells bad."
The boy was only used to the clean air of Dragonstone, so Shiera expected this reaction.
"You should get used to it, little dragon," she said. "It might be your city one day."
"My city?" Aenys sounded confused.
Shiera almost smiled. Her Aenys was still young. He still did not fully understand the position that he was in. She did not need her blood rituals to see the future for what it was. Even as Baelor and the king struggled in defiance, to her, the future was obvious.
"We'll talk about that some other time." Shiera held her hand out to him, which Aenys happily took. "For now, the city will want to see you."
"Okay!"
The two went to join the others as they got ready to disembark.
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The City Watch was already waiting for them when they reached the city. Carriages had been prepared for them to avoid too much attention.
This did not stop the people at the dock from noticing Aenys. He was a new face, and the people were seemingly already on the lookout for the young prince.
They were ushered into the carriages quickly and headed straight for the Red Keep to avoid any potential accidents.
Aenys sat with his parents in one of the carriages. He had wanted Shiera to come with him, but Aelinor forbade it.
Aenys did not look too happy as he gazed out the window of the carriage.
"It's not good."
"What is not good?" Aelinor asked gently. She didn't know what her son might be thinking right now. It wasn't technically his first time in King's Landing, but he had only been several moons old before he was taken away to Dragonstone. This was essentially his first visit.
"The city." Aenys' nose scrunched up. "It smells bad. And they don't look happy."
Aenys was talking about the smallfolk.
"The smallfolk are rarely happy," Aerys said, his voice dismissive. "It's something you'll learn eventually, Aenys. The love of the smallfolk is fleeting. They will find fault in whatever you decide to do. There is little that will please them."
Aelinor glanced sharply at her husband before turning back to the now contemplative Aenys.
"What he means is that you should be grateful to be born a prince, Aenys." She tried to be more gentle with her words. "We have more, so we are to give alms whenever possible, for we are all under the embrace of the Seven."
Aelinor made sure to instruct her son on the Faith whenever possible. She did not desire him to become a second King Baelor, but a pious prince was never a bad thing.
To that, Aenys just nodded. But he still did not seem pleased. He didn't say anything after that.
Aelinor started to become nervous again when they reached the main courtyard of the Red Keep that connected to the Great Hall where the throne room was. Even outside, she saw all the activity.
There were a lot of people.
Aerys did not seem pleased either. "Father must have timed it so that we arrived last."
Aelinor looked at all the faces gathered, all of which were glancing at the carriages with anticipation.
"Did the whole realm come?"
"Possibly. It was no different during Rhaegel's wedding," Aerys said, disgruntled.
Aenys on the other hand was more curious. He had never seen this many people before.
Aelinor reached to grab his hand with her own. "Remember to stick close and follow our example, Aenys. And do not wander off. Understand?"
Aenys nodded. "Yes, mother."
It was the best that Aelinor could hope for.
Prince Baelor and his family were already out of their wheelhouse carriage by the time Aelinor, Aenys, and Aerys emerged from theirs.
Maekar and his family were the last to emerge with Shiera following after them.
None said a word. All eyes were on them as they made their way to the Great Hall while servants carried their chests and trunks from the carriages.
Aelinor did not miss the way Aenys was looking around in wonder. The Red Keep smelled noticeably better than other parts of the city, so the sights were enough to make him forget about his earlier displeasure.
Guards made way for them through the crowd. Aelinor could tell that all of them were looking at her son. This was the first time that Aenys appeared in public. Despite Prince Matarys' birth, Aenys was the true star.
It made Aelinor all the more self-conscious as the herald formally announced their presence to the court when they reached the Great Hall.
The Great Hall was packed. There were lords, both minor and powerful, knights, and other courtiers who had gathered to see the royal family. Even in the midst of such a large gathering, Aelinor noticed two particular faces standing out.
Daemon Blackfyre and his half-brother Aegor. Both men had stern faces as they looked at her son. At that moment, Aelinor wanted to just run far away and take Aenys with her. She did not want to imagine what such men were thinking right now when they looked upon her son.
King Daeron, the Second of His Name, sat the Iron Throne with all the authority befitting a king. Queen Myriah stood with her ladies to the side while the small council gathered at the bottom of the massive throne.
Prince Rhaegel stood near his mother with the comely Lady Alys beside him. The two were holding hands.
The skulls of the dead dragons decorated the massive hall, hanging upon the walls as they overlooked the entire throne room. Before, they had been nothing more than fascinating relics of a bygone era. After having seen a live dragon with her own eyes, the skulls looked more haunting to Aelinor in ways that she could not describe.
It was not the first time that she had looked upon the monstrosity that was the Iron Throne, and yet it felt different this time. It was almost as if it was calling to her in some incomprehensible fashion.
Aelinor tried to clear her mind from such troubling thoughts as she and her family knelt before the throne. Thankfully her Aenys followed their example well as he showed his respect to the king.
But Aelinor knew that this was only the beginning of what were probably going to be some heart-stopping days.
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Daemon was taken aback when he first laid eyes upon Aenys Targaryen. The young boy looked every bit a proper prince with his silver-blond hair that was already reaching down to his shoulders. He was only four, but his body had the build of an older child. It showed that he had great potential to be a warrior. None of the same physical weaknesses that riddled the boy's father were present in the boy himself.
'Interesting.'
Despite himself, Daemon almost smiled.
Next to him, Aegor did not look quite as pleased as the king bid his heir and the others welcome.
"Shiera."
Daemon heard Aegor's voice well enough. His half-brother was staring hard at their younger sister, the same sister that had pulled away from court and now spent her time on Dragonstone.
Daemon did not share the same fascination with Shiera that Aegor did. He could admit that she was beautiful, breathtakingly so. And she grew more beautiful every time he saw her. But that was lust, not love. Daemon's heart already belonged to another, one that he was looking forward to seeing again when she arrived even though it would be from afar.
Daemon did not know if Aegor was confusing his lust with love. Perhaps it was just his rivarly with Brynden that made him all the more focused on Shiera. He did not know, and he never questioned it deeply.
What Daemon did know was what Aegor wanted him to do, what Aegor had been arguing for him to do for the past four years.
To kill the young Aenys and take the dragon for himself.
They had gotten into another argument about the matter days before their departure to the Red Keep.
"The boy will finally show his face," Aegor had said. His voice had been full of conviction, as always. "It'll be the perfect moment."
Even if Daemon were to carried out such a brutal act, which he had no interest in, the dragon was not currently in King's Landing. If Aenys died, who wasn't to say that Baelor did not claim it next? And where did that leave Daemon? Would he have to assassinate all of them before he got his hands on the dragon?
Besides, the dragon itself wasn't as important as its status as a symbol. Even if Daemon took command of the dragon now, it had been Daeron's blood that managed to hatch it, not his. Of course he never had a dragon egg placed in his cradle. None of his many children had had that chance either, but it was still a flimsy argument to make when the act had already happened. To many, it was a sign that Daeron and his line belonged on the Iron Throne. The egg hatching was a symbol of legitimacy more powerful than his father bestowing Blackfyre upon him.
All that being said, while it proved Daeron's legitimacy, it did not guarantee Baelor's, for it was not his son who hatched the egg. It was Aerys', the Targaryen prince who still looked Valyrian even if he wasn't the Conqueror come again.
It was another flimsy argument, one of semantics. For Baelor and Aerys were brothers. They were both of the same blood.
It would not matter, for the resentment that had festered since King Baelor's decision to forgive the Dornish for their betrayal against the Young Dragon and Daeron the so-called Good's subsequent marriage to Myriah Martell would not suddenly magically disappear. This was especially true given Baelor's unfortunate Dornish appearance.
Houses that would never have backed Daemon were now open to the idea of change if it was concentrated around Prince Aenys. For he was both legitimate and Valyrian in apperance with the only dragon left.
It was bad luck really. Daemon had nothing personal against Baelor. Daemon found the prince to be a respectable knight and a decent fighter.
If only he didn't look Dornish.
All of that said, while Daemon might have lost much support, support that he had never particularly cared for, it did not mean that he could not rise his family and his line further. He would never sit on the throne, but what of his grandson?
"So that's Aenys Targaryen. He looks like you, father."
Another voice reached Daemon's ears.
He had not come to the capital by himself. He brought his family with him. Only Rohanne remained behind with a couple of their children, too weak to make the journey after she gave birth to another son, whom Daemon named Aegor Blackfyre in honor of his brother.
Most of his children traveled with him. Aegon, Aemon, Daemon the Younger, Haegon, and finally his oldest daughter Calla.
Calla Blackfyre had inherited his classical Valyrian looks perfectly. She was of pale skin, had silver-blonde hair and bright violet eyes. She already had her hair long and braided into a neat ponytail. She was four, the same age as Aenys Targaryen.
She was also the key to Daemon's future plans.