Runestone forest near the narrow sea.
101 AC
Aemon Targaryen
Two arrows. All it took was two well-placed arrows in its skull and the boar went down. After that, I got cheers and congratulations on my first kill of an animal. I had always liked animals and it felt unusual to kill one. Still, I consoled myself by saying that it was no different from how farm animals are killed or how sometimes animal control has to put one down.
I looked down at the cheers of the people around me growing somewhat deaf to my ears. I took a deep breath to calm myself slightly but the crowing of a raven caught my attention again. I looked up at the bird locking eyes with it. Come to think of it I've been hearing ravens and crows since we left the castle. There was even one there when I gave my speech to the men.
I look to the black bird and think hard as it stares back at me. Then I think of something that hadn't occurred to me before. If it is what I think it is, then I'm being watched by the Three-Eyed Raven. But the question is why? And more than that of it is he who means Brendyn Rivers is still born in this timeline. It could also be Bran of course but I have no way of knowing which one it is. But assuming it is Blood Raven that means at the very least the Targaryen bloodline won't go extinct for quite some time. Of course that doesn't mean it couldn't be someone else but it's probably him. Now that I think about it the movement of that boar was rather unnatural. Did that son of a Blackwood bitch try to kill me? That sister fucking swine! Maybe bitter steel had a point.
"Aemon are you alright?" My mother's voice grabbed my attention as she checked me over. She was always a worrier when it came to me. It was the one thing that seemed completely against her nature.
"I'm fine Mother I promise." I smiled and my purple eyes met her orange brown ones. She smiled brushing her away from my face and cupping my cheeks with both hands before smiling wryly.
"I let you outside one time and so thing already is trying to kill you. Whatever am I going to do with you?" She sighed and smiled at me before ruffling my hair. I smiled and laughed slightly thoughts of my potential assassination attempt from the bastard raven leaving entirely. Mother always had a way of calming me down. I think it's because of the time we shared when I was still a baby. Back then I felt half mad maybe it was my time in the womb or maybe it was the leaving that really did it. I've never cried in this life. In fact, I had my heart set on it and only through sheer will and my mother's comforts have I managed to keep that promise to myself. So I've decided to treat Lady Rhea as my true mother or as close as I can. I'll never love her as much as my first mother but I can try to treat her as a beloved aunt or elder sister. Not in the Targaryen way of course but in the regular way.
"Well, Mother if I weren't here who would captivate boars with their good looks for you. Clearly, you'd be lost without me so how about keeping me around for a while?" The joke made her laugh and stand back up.
"I suppose so. Although it seems you've inherited your father's humility ha ha!" She said turning away and still laughing. That was a first I never heard her compare me and my father before. Especially not positively because of how much she hates him but this is new. First weird ravens now weird sayings this day just keeps getting stranger.
I sigh continuing to trek home through the woods. The ride was rather boring but I managed to kill a few rabbits with arrows but I still didn't really enjoy killing the animals. Other than that I shared a few japes with Ser Willam and Ser Gerold. I had already considered family by them for obvious reasons but building a good rapport with them wasn't a bad idea.
Soon we got moving again and on the way back I picked up a few neat-looking pieces of wood to carve. Mother always scolded me for making a mess or for using a knife at my age. But after a while, she got used to it. Now whenever I get the chance I pick up some wood to carve. I even used to make small toys for Rhaenyra, Laena, and Laenor as well. We spent most of our time together while we were in King's Landing so I took the time to make all of us as close as possible. Just like how I took the time to get my Royce family to like me I also took the time to make my Targaryen family like me as well.
I took the pieces of wood and stored them on my new horse stroked his mane a. Few times and climbed back atop him. Once we started to move seriously my mind fell into a slight trance as I rode. Sort of like highway hypnosis I just rode forward and forward. With the group, we only stopped a few more times and even then it was only briefly.
The clomping of hooves slowed and the thick woods started to clear. After a while the horses no longer crushed dead leaves but instead they stomped on the smooth stone path back to the castle. About another hour passed by and home was in sight. We rode through the hills on the stone path and soon we reached the edge of grey gates.
As much as I love my new medieval home I honestly preferred being by the nearby beach in sight. The castle was covered in different old firstmen runes on its walls and had thick ironwood doors. Once the rune-coated doors opened for us a group ride in Mother first. Then Gunther and then Ser Gerold, William, and I went together followed by everyone else.
I rode my new horse through the keep and to the stables. Most of the group came with me while Mother and Gunthor stayed. Normally I'd have someone take mine as well because I'm a prince but I still needed to collect my new companions from the men. Reaching the stables I swung one leg over the back of the horse and took the other out of the stirrup. Landing softly but falling rather than I was expecting I stood back up and petted the black steed. He neighed softly at my touch and I thought about how well he served me. Now think about it I've been collecting all these pets but have yet to name him.
[Image of Horse here]
I clearly need a name for a glorious black steed so I began to go through all the different names I could think of. First is knightmare no because mares are female horses and this one was a boy. The second name I thought of was Shadow but that's too edgy. Kage was the third as in from ghost of Tsushima but I wasn't sure it'd strike fear into the hearts of my enemies. So instead I went with something tried and true the great name of my ancestors' mount whose name alone shot fear directly into the hearts of all those who heard it. As such I have chosen the name of the largest Targaryen dragon to ever live. Balerion will be the name of my new steed and together we shall stand astride all other horses.
Yes, I can see it now a proper steed for a proper knight of the vale. I raised my hand to his dark snout and petted the yearling horse. Then I called for one of the stable boys who nearly ripped over the stable master on the way over to me. He took Balerion's reins and led him through the stables. I stretched my legs with a slight yawn then my back popped a little despite my young age. Mildly concerning but whatever. Sure I'm a bit worried about my future growth but I'm going to avoid bad things for my health and work hard to improve this time.
In my last life, I was a bit overweight. Not morbidly obese but I definitely gained weight since high school. However now that I have my full youth again and the discipline of a grown man I should have a much easier time getting in shape. I've already started doing some light calisthenics and with medieval food probably being way healthier than that GMO slop they feed us in the modern day well I'm off to a good start.
Plus I basically have Superman syndrome without any of the downsides thanks to the system's benefits.
[" You're welcome you fucking baby."]
'Fuck off system' I thought brushing away the system panel which for some reason keeps changing colors. I've learned to ignore it over the years. It usually uses blue, yellow, or pink when it talks to me though, and white for neutral text. I sighed and made my way to my room as usual.
Our castle wasn't too bland but it wasn't the red keep either. It had an orange and black theme just like our house colors but it also had nice rune designs I like as well. Plus orange is my favorite color so that was a bonus as well. There was certainly a lot of rune designs but it's not called Runestone for no reason. And Dragon Stone has way more dragon-designed stuff than anyone could ever need for their whole life and more. Plus a few paintings lined the walls as well as special carpets and runes carved into the stone and wood parts of the floor. There were even a few first men relics and certain parts and walls of the castle were covered in runes as well.
Eventually, I stopped at my door which was covered in runic carvings and other details, and was the second-best room in the castle. It was also right next to my mother's quarters so I think it was actually meant for the lady of the castle rather than its heir. Still, since father would rather die than live here it belonged to me. I had two wooden shelves each covered in my carvings and a large desk that I had moved into the room. I also have a bed far too large got me covered in black and brown furs and pillows along with orange sheets and a blanket.
Most people would get too hot lying under all those layers but I rather enjoyed the warmth. I assume it's because I'm a Targaryen who is already heat-resistant without the enhanced physique that I have. Although it doesn't get too hot or cold in the Vale either way.
I stalked over to my dark brown dresser and opened it up. I had all my clothes organized something I had seriously failed to do in my last life. I quickly opened it up and selected an outfit more suited for home. After that I had one of the maids run a bath and waited for it to get warm.
Soon word came that it was ready and so I walked to the bathroom and opened the door. To my surprise, only one woman waited for me on the other side. Unlike in my last life, I didn't bathe myself rather I had others to do that for me. I was shocked however because of the fact that there were normally three of them. I ignored the oddity deciding to question her about it later and handing her the clothes I had chosen. The maid helped me strip then she took my clothes folded them and then set them off to the side.
Once, I went in and a tall brown brown-haired maid named Mary came in to undress and wash me. At first, it made me quite shy but when someone has been bathing you for three years you get used to it. Plus at first, she was one of the three wet nurses hired for me but since my mother insisted on feeding me herself more often until I had been weaned. So when I've literally sucked on her tits before multiple times whenever my mother was away.
That and the fact that Mary was my favorite of the three nurses definitely helped me stop being shy around her or with nudity in general. Eventually, I was stripped down and went into the tub to be cleaned. The water was warm but there was no soap or anything else just clean water. Soon Mary stripped as well and got into the tub behind me. It wasn't long before Mary was scrubbing my back in the tub and I decided to ask the question.
"Hey, Mary where are the other maids today?"
I said glancing back over my shoulder. I looked into her eyes then at her chest then back into her eyes. Gods they are really large shame I'm too young I can't even really feel lust at all. I almost sighed but knowing that I'll have plenty of time to grow helped. Plus judging from my current size which was definitely not small even considering my age I have either a very happy or painful future ahead of me. Regardless she looks into my eyes stopping her movements for a moment.
"Ah, they were told to help in the kitchens, my prince. It seems that they are preparing a feast for some reason. I hear it's because we're expecting a guest. But honestly, it could be anything, my prince." She started scrubbing me again this time she worked on my shoulders and then my chest and neck.
"Hmm, I see. Tell me Mary how is you're son doing?" I asked as she began to soak and brush through my hair. I kept it at shoulder length mainly because according to my father a true Targaryen should have long hair. At first, it was odd for me as I used to keep my hair short in my last life but now it feels a bit more natural for me. Plus it was easier if I started thinking of myself as Thor or Finn from Adventure Time. God, I miss TV, YouTube, and technology in general.
"He is well my prince not as bright our cute as you though." She pinched my cheek and smiled before running her hands back through my hair. Her son Andor was my age but he was just a normal babe unlike me. We had grown rather close after I convinced my mother to allow her and her family to stay inside the castle rather than just her in the servants' quarters. I thought about how close we were and came to a decision.
"That's good also Mary you can just call me Aemon when we are in private," I said casually that I was trying to make it seem like it wasn't a big deal but I knew it really was. No born person would ever call a noble much less a prince by their name and not their title no matter how close they were unless they had express permission. She froze for a moment and tensed before responding to my words.
"Yes, my pri- Aemon. Yes Aemon," she said, and hearing that I turned back around and smiled to reassure her. She smiled back and moved to start washing my legs. After a while, she finished washing me and then helped me out of the tub. Instead of lotions or soaps, I used oils on myself and I was sure to do it thoroughly. Once that was done Mary helped me change into my new clothes. Obviously, they were orange and black but unlike most things in this castle, it didn't have a rune theme. Instead, it was covered in small ornate dragon patterns with black flames as well.
After that, she brushed and combed my pale gold hair and put the finishing touches on my outfit. We started talking for a little while but soon we were interrupted by a knock on my door.
"Enter," I said and soon another servant entered my quarters. Mary was standing off to my side while I was sitting at my desk wooden log and carving knife in hand with a custom-sown apron covering my outfit. The door opened and the servant girl quickly stepped through.
"My prince Lady Rhea has requested your presence within her solar." She said looking down so as not to meet my eyes even though I was shorter than her. I stood up set down the log and the carving knife and took off my apron. It wasn't really a bother since I hadn't started yet but I was more surprised that I had been summoned to the solar so soon.
I wondered what it was that she had summoned me for. Was it my new pets? But I had already gathered them up and had them stay in the kennels earlier. I wondered what it could be as I wandered the halls but I wasn't sure. Only one way to find out I suppose. When I finally reached it I knocked twice and waited for her to allow me in.
In truth, I didn't really have to knock but that would be rude. Maybe one day when I'm an adult since as a prince I do outrank her. However, I had no reason to disrespect her.
"Enter" She called out from behind the wooden door. She had said it a thousand times before but now there was something strange in her voice that I couldn't discern. I opened the door and moved to stand before my mother. She motioned me to sit in the chair across from he at the desk she worked at. Her expression was grim and she hesitated before speaking.
"A raven arrived while we were away. I'll let you read it yourself." Her tone was dower and the words she spoke caused worry to spike up in my chest. She handed me the letter its royal seal had already been broken. A new feeling of dread rose in me and the old saying dark wings dark words played around in my head.
I unfolded the letter my gaze landed on ornate handwork clearly the writing of a maester but the words weren't theirs. Rather it was the words of the man who had signed and sealed the letter. King Jaehaerys sent the letter and the words work dark indeed he had written the message and had it sent to inform us of one thing. My grandfather Prince Baelon had died.
I knew what this meant but the future implications weren't what startled me instead what had caused me to drop the letter wasn't the words on the letter or the tightness in my throat that stopped me from speaking. It wasn't the aching pain in my chest nor the fog in my eyes rather it was the all-consuming panic that had rocked my soul. A panic that had bubbled up in response to the one emotion I was truly feeling greater than any other. Not sadness, rage, nor grief but rather worry. Worry not about the future of the seven kingdoms or the great council that would assuredly arrive but rather about an individual. The woman I this world whom I loved more than any other. My dearest great-grandmother Queen Alyssanne. I could not help but worry. To almost panic at the thought of what might happen to her and the grief that must be consuming her at this very moment. The level of pain she was feeling at this moment must be unimaginable. And I wasn't there I wasn't there to comfort her or hold her as she had held me. I wasn't there to tell her everything would be alright as she had done for me on sleepless nights. I wasn't there to dry her tears and make sure that this death wasn't the one that pushed her over the edge. Soon only one thought consumed me and I spoke it faster than I could have imagined.
"I need to go to DragonStone!"
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Hey guys so what did all think of this chapter sorry it came out so late it was supposed to come out way soon but like I said I was very busy. So if you guys have any questions about that please let me know.
I tried out my first OC character for this fic I hope you guys are cool with that as I feel like if we only stick to named characters the world feels a little more empty. Sure I'm not the best with medieval names but I tried with Mary. Also, let me know if you would like a character image of Mary as well. Personally, I'm just picturing a big tity milf maid but that's just my imagination.
Also, I was wondering if anyone would pick up on the Baelon death foreshadowing I did a few chapters back but I don't think anyone did. Also if Blood Raven is watching him why do you guys think that is? Is it even the three-eyed raven at all? Find out next time on Dragon ball z I mean House of the Dragon 😂
I've also decided that I'm going to try out an R18 scene at least once or twice in this fic but obviously no time soon as I am kind of uncomfortable with that and also Aemon is still three years old in this part of the story. But I'm not sure about age ranges. I think that having under age characters is obviously really weird from an adult perspective even if I am a young adult myself. However I also feel like it's more accurate to the setting. Now obvious that age people do things like that in the real world even though they're really not supposed to.
However people in Weastaros and on Planatos in general think that's fine. For example Daemon Blackfyre got married at fourteen to a grown woman I believe and was a father of twin boys at fifteen. And in this universe similar things happen in the reverse like the case Lysa Tully and Jon Arryn. Where a very young woman and a grown man have relations between them. A similar thing with Daenerys being like 13 or 14 in the books and getting married and impregnated by the very adult Khal Drogo.
Now putting aside that the very idea of that makes me want to throw up. It would be more accurate to the type of world Aemon is in. However he as a person is probably not comfortable doing things with girls under 18 maybe 16 if you stretch it and 15 if push comes to shove. Plus the fact he is going to go through puberty again and it's going to hit like a truck considering his enhanced body. That being said I think I have less of a problem with him doing things with adult women while still underage considering that 16 is relatively the age of adulthood in Weastaros. That and the fact people seem to age faster in the GOT verse as well.
I don't know but I'll figure it out when the time comes or maybe just try to make it tastefully or imply something happened without going to deep into it until they are both adults. Who knows?
Last question I try to hit around 2-4k words per chapter but that leaves me making one maybe two chapters a week. I could increase upload speed but that would be around 1-2k words per chapter which feels a little to incomplete to me but I would probably upload faster.
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A: Shorter chapters with more frequent uploads and somewhat less quality.
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