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The Bronze Prince (ASOIAF SI)

Leonelfallen

Summary:

Viserra successfully seduces Baelon and has a son. However, she gets what she wants if all turns out to be a poisoned chalice for her.

This is the story of her son Maekar Targaryen (SI) who dances through the Game of Thrones.

Chapter 1: Pilot

Chapter Text

In the year 87 AC, another public scandal erupted in the Royal Family that was still reeling from the transgressions of Saera Targaryen. Princess Viserra and Prince Baelon were found abed by the Kingsguard. King Jaehaerys rushed to have them married especially after Princess Viserra was found to have missed her moonblood to prevent this scandal from going further. House Manderly was affronted by this disgrace for which a public apology was issued by the Iron Throne but the deed had been done much to Queen Alysanne's dismay. The next year Princess Viserra gave birth to Maekar Targaryen.

It is said that after coming to his senses, Prince Baelon was horrified by his lack of judgment and moment of weakness that he never once again touched Princess Viserra much less shared her bed, yet it was too late. After his investiture as Prince of Dragonstone in the year 92 AC, he sent her and his son Maekar to Dragonstone away from the court where they would come to King's Landing only for certain important occasions. However, this would change after the Great Council of 101 AC wherein they would move to the Red Keep.

103 AC

Viserra walked through the hallways of Maegor's Holdfast feeling her heart thrum with anticipation, she turned her face to indifference as she passed by the rushing servants and the guards who were careful not to look her in the eyes. She reached her son's room and pushed open the doors to find a damp, dark room that reeked of wine and sex.

The partially dressed servant girl screeched upon seeing her and ran out of the room upon seeing her stony gaze, she whipped her head toward the bed where Maekar was still snoring under the sheets.

"Maekar, wake up," She pushed him but he merely moved away.

"MAEKAR, WAKE UP," She shouts before Maekar finally wakes up, "what?" he groggily asks as he rubs his eye.

She slaps him in the face, "Today is the cremation, Maekar, so get your head out of your arse and out of this bed"

"Oww," Maekar grumbles as he rubs his cheek, "You don't have to slap me for that."

"If you don't realize the importance of this day then I have to slap you, today is the cremation of the King and you are here sleeping with every serving girl that you can get your hands on," Viserra angrily answers. Just like that idiot Daemon, that part went unsaid.

"Yes, I get it, the old man is dead, then again he has been dead for quite some time now," Maekar remarked as he got up from the bed naked as his nameday, Viserra threw his breeches at him while he walked to get a pitcher of wine.

While Maekar put on his breeches and his tunic, Viserra took a few deep breaths before speaking, "Now that my father is dead, do you know what means?"

Maekar pretended to think for a moment before saying, "Umm, I assume that means that Viserys will become King, or rather hasn't he already become King."

"No, you dolt, that's not what I meant," Viserra hissed as she walked toward him, "I meant to say that Vermithor is free and you know full well that I want you to have him."

"Right, that one, are you still plotting for the throne Mother, I would have figured that the Great Council would have crushed such ambitions," Maekar said trying to act smart in front of her, "Are you still bitter that you won't get to become Queen, though I doubt that my old man would have crowned you Queen either way."

Viserra felt her anger spike as her son tried to provoke her, "Perhaps, it was never your destiny to become Queen no matter whichever path you take." For that Viserra gave another slap only for Maekar to laugh it off.

Maekar poured wine for himself before saying "Fine, I will go and bond with Vermithor, though I will have to ask you this Mother, are you plotting for the throne, if so please tell me now for I would prefer not to be blindsided by your schemes."

Viserra evenly replied, "I will tell you what you need to know when you need to know, for now, you need to get out of the Red Keep and go to the Dragonpit, the Dragonkeepers won't deny you, and in the chaos of the cremation everyone will be too busy to bother you until you get Vermithor."

Maekar pointed out "Would it be that bad if I bond with Dreamfyre, she is rather docile while I believe that Vermithor might have inherited my grandfather's disdain for me."

Viserra conceded "Fine, take Dreamfyre if you want but by the time of the cremation, it better be you who gives the command for having the pyre lit and you better not bond with any of the other little hatchlings in the pit. Though I would prefer if you had Vermithor, a powerful and fearsome beast that might put that cunt Daemon in his place."

"Right, Daemon, that fool," Maekar nodded, "Yes, I would like to see his face when I have Vermithor, he has been insufferable ever since he bonded with Caraxes."

"Yes, and it might even make up for the fact that Daemon is a better warrior than you," Viserra dryly replied.

"Hey, I am a capable warrior myself, and I am still a squire." Maekar retorted affronted.

"Not as good as Daemon," She pointed out to which Maekar shook his head, "Nothing will ever be enough for you."

In the few times, Viserra and Maekar visited King's Landing from Dragonstone, the family meetings were always strained and filled with tension, Daemon made his feelings for Viserra and Maekar abundantly clear, and when he thought no one was looking he tried to bully Maekar in the training yard which made Viserra furious though her son was mature not to make a big deal of it in front of anyone.

"And one more thing Maekar," Viserra said as she walked up to Maekar and grabbed his face, "Don't even think about running off to the Summer Isles or any other place that you foolishly thought of running off to back when you were young. If you do I will fly on Silverwing and find you and bring you back dragging your ear, do you understand me."

Viserra locked her purple eyes with those of her son before he nodded, "Don't worry, I won't run."

"Good you better not," She replied as she dropped her hand from his face.

Maekar then put on his robe before heading out of the room "If you don't mind, I am going to the kitchens, I need some breakfast, I am starving."

Viserra let out a long-suffering sigh before she turned her gaze to the window in Maekar's room, wherein she could see the Dragonpit, thoughts of Silverwing came to her mind. The day she bonded with Silverwing was a day of sweet revenge against her wretched Mother. Her father and Baelon could do nothing, her father was too broken and Baelon had long since washed his hands off her.

The histories would no doubt record her Father as a great king, she wondered if they would record his failings, stripping Rhaenys of her rightful place as heir, she would have made a far better Queen than Viserys would have been King. Then again, even her son would have been a better king than Viserys, had Maekar been older and bonded to a dragon, then perhaps she could have conjured some political magic during Great Council but that was neither here nor there.

It was unlikely that Aemma would bear a living son for Viserys and with only a daughter, it meant that Daemon was the heir apparent, with Daemon as king, Viserra feared for her son and herself, though her son could care less.

Dragonpit

I rode through the great and massive bronze doors of the Dragonpit that were already opened for the sake of the cremation that was to occur later today. The crowd was already large in the stands as nearly half the seats were full and even more were thronging the streets. The din of the crowd did not take away my focus from what was to come.

Officially, I had left the Red Keep, claiming to go to the Street of Steel to pick up my armor that I had ordered a week ago but unofficially, I took a detour to the Hill of Rhaenys. The knights accompanying me did ask about the new route, but I told them to shut up and there were perks of being a Prince of the Blood, you don't question them.

The commoners upon seeing my approach made way, my silver hair and fine red and black clothes were a dead giveaway of who I was, along with the surcoats of the knights who followed me to the Dragonpit. I was not important enough to warrant a Kingsguard as a security so I had to make do with the regular household knights.

The Elder Dragonkeeper who was in charge approached me as I dismounted in the area taken up as makeshift stables for the horses of the nobles who were to attend. The knights who accompanied me did the same.

"Prince Maekar, We have been expecting you," He said in High Valyrian as a younger acolyte took the reins of my horse.

"Then you know why I am here," I replied to which he nodded.

"I shall accompany you to his lair," He replied as I motioned my knights to stay put.

As I walked down the brick-lined tunnels, I felt anticipation bubble from my gut, this was going to be a major milestone in my fucked up life.

My life was a screwed-up one when looking at a normal family people normally have. A distant and awkward father who would have preferred that I never existed (that makes two of us), whom I saw only a couple of times and a caring yet bitter and ambitious mother who decided to place me as a pawn in her games.

Viserra got what she wanted yet they were all poisoned chalices for her, she escaped the betrothal to Lord Manderly and got married to Baelon just as she wanted, yet Baelon could care less about her, even less about her than me. She was practically thrown from court to the dreary Dragonstone with me. She was a good mother to me on a personal mother-son basis which I believe is rather rare in House Targaryen but being a Princess meant politics had to seep into our lives and make it toxic. But being an orphan in my old life meant I was not complaining about what I got.

As for my brothers (half), I barely saw them and didn't know them much personally and it was mutual, Viserys was affable to a degree but he was old enough to know what was going on by the time I was born and he wasn't exactly happy with all that went down, and Daemon who saw me as a bastard and my mother as a whore who tried to replace his mother. It was a good thing that we didn't meet much, my interactions with them were not so great, and my antisocial personality contributed much to it. As for Rhaenyra and Aemma, a few polite greetings here and there didn't make much conversation.

My Grandfather Jaehaerys couldn't stand the sight of me, a royal bastard who wasn't a bastard by pure luck of the draw whose very inception caused him so much embarrassment. Both Jaehaerys and Baelon intended on sending me to the Citadel, out of sight and out of mind, and it would have happened if not for my mother Viserra bonding with Silverwing on the same day that Alysanne died in an ode of revenge is best served when dead. Her subtle threat of burning Oldtown to the ground alongside the Citadel and Starry Sept, if they dared to send me away from her made them backtrack their plans. So too did my plans of running away.

My Grandmother Alysanne was another piece of work, the world considered her a saint and she might have been if not for what she did to Gael. During the fiftieth anniversary of my grandfather's reign, I managed to help reveal that Gael was fooling around with that singer/boyfriend of hers, needless to say, both Alysanne and Jaehaerys nearly got a stroke, and the singer found himself in the torture chambers of the Red Keep.

As for poor Gael, she was also found to have been pregnant. Being impregnated by a Prince is much different from being impregnated by a wandering bard, so marriage was out of the question. Gael was adamant about having the baby, so Alysanne tricked Gael into tricking Moon Tea, just like how Hoster Tully tricked Lysa. Only in this case, Gael died of complications following the abortion. So much for trying to save people, things went practically the same way.

As we approached Vermithor's lair, the sound of the crowd ebbed, and with it becoming pitch dark around us, the torch we carried being the only source of light and our footsteps making the only sound. Then the Elder stopped nodded toward me and handed me the torch, I would have to make the next part of the trip on my own.

I took the torch and I walked forward and then I reached the point of no return, this was it and then it came, the growling began at first but my mother had given me a crash course on what to do, I held my nerve and I stared back defiantly, no fear whatsoever, anyone who wants a dragon should not be afraid of a dragon, especially of the one they intend on bonding with.

Then came the fire blast above my head but I stayed unmoved as the head of the great beast came into view in little light given by the torch, and then he came closer and we locked eyes and then I felt a grin coming up on my face.

For the first time in nearly a decade, the people of King's Landing were treated to a sight that had long been missing. The sight of the Bronze Fury, the mount of the Old King flying over the city taking a few turns around it before landing in the outer courtyard of the Red Keep. Princess Viserra who was watching the spectacle from her balcony window, looked on in smug satisfaction as King Viserys, Prince Daemon, Queen Aemma, and Lord Hand Otto were left stunned.

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The Bronze Prince (ASOIAF SI)

Leonelfallen

Chapter 2: Heir for a Day

Chapter Text

105 AC

"Are you not going to participate in this Tourney, Maekar?" Rhaenys asks me as she and Corlys walk over and sit next to me as we wait for the Heir's Tourney to begin.

Everyone seems to be vibing, be it noble-born or small folk like it is a Taylor Swift concert or something, in a way the tourney to celebrate the birth of the Heir is something like that in Westeros. How unfortunate that all this will be for naught.

I drawl out "No, I am not participating, I find the notion of knocking other men off horses with a stick beneath me."

Also, I am not so great with a lance. More than decent with a lance but not a great jouster who dominates the lists. My weapons of choice would be the battle axes, the long axe, and the tomahawk axe that the Ironborn call the short axe which they use for their infamous finger dance. Also, I have no intention of being humiliated by Daemon or Criston Cole yet again in front of everyone. That one time in Maidenpool was enough.

Criston Cole, Rhaenyra's current sword shield and future fuck toy/spurned lover (whichever one you want to believe) showed up at the tourney in Maidenpool a year ago as in canon, where I, a freshly knighted Prince (because I bonded with a dragon) participated in the melee. I did a great job of fighting with everyone except the two most important fools and it worked. Cole and I were the last people left as I let Daemon lose to Cole not that it helped me in the end as his Morningstar knocked my axe off from my hands. Though I did have the satisfaction of not losing before Daemon.

Criston Cole later unhorsed Daemon during the finals of the jousts who coincidentally unhorsed me during what can broadly be called the quarterfinals, the last eight.

"Of course, the great Prince Maekar is above such inane things like jousts," Corlys snorts. I roll my eyes, I wonder if he is still bitter about my rejection of becoming his pawn and if the guy will finally let go of his dream for the Throne.

Growing up in Dragonstone, I visited Driftmark quite a lot of times with my mother in a monthly gathering of the 'I Hate Jaehaerys Club' so I knew the Velaryons much better than I knew the Targaryens. Corlys hasn't changed one bit from when I first saw him.

"So, I hear that your Mother and Viserys are searching for someone to marry you off to," Rhaenys gossips with me as the knights file in for the pre-tournament display.

I replied eyeing the procession with disinterest, "Mother wants someone of pure Valyrian stock even if it means searching the Free Cities for Saera's bastards while Viserys wants me to marry anyone who isn't too ambitious."

"It's a pity, you could have married Laena," Corlys passingly mentions while Rhaenys shoots him a look that warns him to keep his mouth shut from talking more potential treason.

I roll my eyes, "Yes, it's a pity," And at the same time start a civil war for the throne that I have no intention of sitting on.

If I ever got married or betrothed to Laena, it could be seen as an act of defiance against Viserys and a challenge to his claim to the throne by virtually everyone which is probably what Corlys, Boremund, and my mother wanted. They were willing to start a war to dislodge Viserys simply because they hated everything related to Jaehaerys, talk about hatred towards an old dead man.

My mother's scheming went into overdrive after I bonded with Vermithor and she nearly hashed out a complete plot with Corlys and Boremund. They were nearly on the verge of making a pretext for war before I popped out the all-important question of who the hell was going to kill Daemon and Caraxes in the skies and become a kinslayer.

My mother for all her head for scheming didn't have the stomach for doing it herself, Rhaenys on the other hand, growing up in Westeros under proper tutelage of the Septas did not want to be a kinslayer because why would she, that left me, a person with very little morals, who does not want the damn chair and a person who does not want to take his chances against Caraxes. Even if I won, there was a very good chance that I would end up like Aegon II after Rook's Rest, and what if Daemon pulled off his famous stunt with Aemond above the God's Eye against me?

Corlys then tried to convince Rhaenys to join me in fighting Daemon, so that we could both share the title of kinslayer and also perhaps survive, only for that to fly out of the window when I pointed out that there was a good chance that Viserys would bond with Dreamfyre in desperation if rebellion were to break out, the part in which most of the other Great Houses would side with Viserys was kept aside. A 2v2 dragon fight has no winners only losers and maybe just maybe a lucky survivor.

So with that, I put an end to all plotting, declaring that I had no intention for the Iron Throne and told them to suck it. My mother was super pissed at me for a while and she still is to a degree. I wonder how long it will take for her to get over it. Perhaps forever.

Viserys finishes his speech about Aemma in labor as people applaud. Boremund arrives to request Rhaenys' favor and after that, he lines up to face a now well-known Criston Cole. Only to find his ass flying off his saddle after the fourth tilt. His son Borros follows him in the dirt soon after. Daemon then arrives and challenges Gwayne Hightower.

I soon lost interest in the tourney and I got up and walked out because I knew how this day was going to end. As I walked out into the Tourney Grounds, I saw a Maester rushing into the Tourney stands, I knew what that was going to be about and I had no intention of getting involved. The last time I got involved, I ended up speeding up Gael's death.

Dragonpit

I got onto my horse and I rode into the city and to the Dragonpit. The city streets were slightly deserted as most people were outside for the Tourney. As the Dragonpit loomed forward, I saw a few of my Firewatch men walking past me, they stopped and saluted before continuing.

A year ago, when Daemon was given command of the City Watch, I asked Viserys and the Small Council to form a Fire Watch, a dedicated Firefighting force for King's Landing. Previously any fires in the city were dealt with by private firefighters funded by the well-off citizens in the richer parts of the city while the City Watch had to deal with fires in the poor parts of the city. Otto sided with me, seeing it as a chance to counter any influence that Daemon might get in the city, as the saying goes, my enemy's enemy is my friend.

Stationed in the Dragonpit with a strength of around twelve hundred men, divided into six battalions. They were the Vigiles of King's Landing just as in Ancient Rome only this time, we didn't have the law enforcement duties yet. The Dragonkeepers were not happy sharing the Dragonpit with the Fire Watch but they didn't have a choice and the path to the dragons was barred to all in the Fire Watch except for me. To their delight Fire stations were being set up across the city with the HQ just outside the Red Keep so we will be out of their hair soon enough.

As I entered the Dragonpit, I saw a batch of recruits training to use the siphon. It was a large double-action bronze pump that was partially submerged in a reservoir of water, placed on a horsecart. Each battalion was given two of these, Volantenes had this device, inherited from Old Valyria, I hired a few builders and smiths to reverse engineer this for the Firewatch after buying one of them for an exorbitant price.

Ser Jaremy Hollard, the trainer stops the training as he walks towards me I dismount, "My Prince, you are back early. Is the tourney over?"

"As good as over, nothing interesting," I replied. Then I pointed to the batch of recruits behind him who were just staring at me, "How is the training going on?"

He answered, "Well enough, they are not the dumbasses that I had in the previous batch and they will do good, most of them can work with the pump while a few others will be assigned to the bucket brigades."

"And the training in arms?" I asked as a few more officers began to arrive. While the Fire Watch had no official law enforcement duties they were allowed to help put down the violent riots and to deal with the city gangs and triads should they get violent during their turf wars. And once Daemon is exiled, I will try to get law enforcement work for the Fire Watch. The only law enforcement matters I could deal with were regarding arsonists and saboteurs.

The men were armored with half helms and gambesons with each man having an axe. During riots, they will be given mail coifs and mail shirts with spears and Roman scutum shields.

"Progressing as well as can be expected, most of these are city boys from the streets in search of a job to escape the Gold Cloaks. But in time it will work," He replied as my lieutenants Alan of Stokeworth, Duncan, Gareth, and Matthos arrived.

"Is the tourney over already, I was thinking of going after a while, I have wagered a few gold dragons on Criston Cole," Matthos asked.

"Good for you, Cole is on a roll today, I won't be surprised if he wins the tourney," Provided it finishes before news of Aemma's death reaches the stands. "So, anything of note while I was gone?" I asked as we walked toward what could be called my office.

Duncan answered, "Yes, there was an incident where a bakery caught fire in the Street of Flour. We managed to put it out, there were no injuries though we did find out that the baker was not following the decrees for fire prevention that were mandated. His bakery had an adjacent wall to the nearby house which has been forbidden, the house nearly caught fire while the bakery itself did not have adequate storage of water for fire prevention. We had him flogged for his negligence and we are planning inspections in the Street of Flour and the surrounding streets tomorrow."

I nodded as I sat down and looked over a few ledgers and received updates, the stations explicitly for the Fire Watch across the city that I had asked for were on the verge of completion. Which was good as my men and I were tired of having to share barracks with the City Watch. A rivalry has formed between the two services in imitation of the one between myself and Daemon, hopefully, it doesn't affect us too much from doing our duties.

New water tunnels. cisterns, and water pipes built to get water from the Blackwater to the Fire Stations are now in use. New streets have been built heading directly for the Blackwater to ensure that the Bucket Brigades don't have a convoluted route to cover.

In the process, I managed a little private business of real estate that went hand in hand with my duties. After any house that burned down or was still burning, I would approach the owner and offer to buy it from him at a miserable price and most people would sell it to me because I am a Prince and you would be a fool to refuse and anger a Prince, a dragon riding Prince that too so they would sell.

After appropriating the near-worthless property, I would rebuild it as a Roman-style insula and I rent parts of it for a tidy profit to residents, tavern owners, shopowners, wannabe businessmen, and even the previous owners of the property.

The main way to ensure my profit was cheap labor or rather free labor when it came to rebuilding the property. As there is no slavery in Westeros, I got free labor from the prisons, I made a deal with Lyonel Strong, the Master of Laws with prisoners and criminals being sentenced to community service. And what better way to serve the community than to build houses for them which coincidentally happen to be owned by me, Fortunately for me, Westeros doesn't have an ethics commission.

And just like that I became the Crassus of King's Landing.

After an hour of work, training the recruits, and inspecting the facilities for the Fire Station, I received a breathless messenger, "My Prince, I have been sent by Lord Hand Otto, there is a dire situation in the Red Keep, your presence is needed."

Figured as much.

Outside the City

It has been a sad couple of days first Aemma and then baby Baelon, Viserys chose to have the baby over Aemma not that it mattered for the child lived less than a day after her mother before dying.

The funny thing is that this was never necessary yet Viserys did it, he chose to save the child and not the mother, and all for nothing. The baby didn't even survive.

"It is a sad day for the realm," Lyonel Strong gravely remarked as Syrax descended from the hilltop for the setting of the pyre alight.

"Sadder days are yet coming," Otto grimly replied with a side glance at Daemon who was whispering something to Rhaenyra. I wonder if he is happy that he will remain as heir or maybe he is genuinely sad for Viserys, or maybe both. I, on the other hand, feel nothing for Viserys, I have never felt anything for either of them.

After bonding with Vermithor he tried to build a rapprochement with me but I was uninterested, the dickhead didn't even spare me a glance like his father before, and now that he realizes that if I wished it I could easily take his chair away from him in a heartbeat he suddenly wishes to be my friend and brother.

Rather I went to the next person who tried to build a rapprochement with me, Otto, we both hated Daemon and he saw a good idea of having an alliance with me to counter Daemon while I saw him as a strong ally in the Small Council to help get my things passed through without trouble.

Syrax set the pyre alight as everyone watched in grim silence with only Rhaenyra's occasional sob to break the silence.

I turned to Otto, "I suggest that you send someone to keep an eye on Daemon and watch what he says, something tells me that he will give you exactly what we want."

Red Keep

"Umm, My Prince," Gareth approaches me as I am talking with a few nobles who are offering their condolences.

I turn my head to see Rory, a tavern keeper along with Old Tim, a shopkeeper both of them were my tenants.

"Yes, my good men, how do I help you? I asked after politely excusing myself from the nobles.

"My Prince, an hour ago, a few men came into the tavern and the shop and demanded that we pay them money for the protection of our establishments," Rory whimpered.

That was new, I have never known any gang or triad in the city to ever have the balls to try to extort my tenants.

"And when we refused to pay, they trashed the place and chased out our customers and threatened to burn down our shops if we didn't pay up next time," Old Tim finished with a sense of fortitude.

Gareth then asked, "Did you bother telling those thugs about who owns the building?"

"We did but they didn't care for it," Rory replies frightfully.

Matthos who was standing by asks, "Shouldn't you be telling the City Watch this?"

The two trade glances before replying, "It was the City Watch, My Prince, that threatened us."

Didn't see that coming.

"Who were they?" I asked quietly. This will not stand, I am going to break their knees for thinking of extorting me and Daemon is not going to protect them.

Old Tim answers, "We don't know their names but among the ones leading them, one had a harelip and he called the other one Byrch."

Garth the Harelip and Balon Byrch, my brother's sycophants.

Silently as I fume I turn to my lieutenants, "Matthos, place around ten men at each of my establishments for protection."

I turn to the two men, "Don't worry about the City Watch or anyone else, I shall take care of it. I give you my word."

After they left, I turned to Gareth, "Give me the best ten men that we have, Harelip and Byrch won't live to see the sunrise."

Street of Silk

I stood silently in wait in the shadows of the alley at the end of the Street of Silk with my men, all of us wearing cowled black robes. Daemon was entertaining his men in a procured upscale brothel but I knew that both Harelip and Byrch would come out soon and they would have to come out this way as it was the way to the East Barracks.

And sure enough, as it neared daybreak, most of the men and one woman emerged from the brothel, nearly all of them were drunk but not too drunk and weren't at a loss of their senses. No matter what I could still take them on, especially the two that I wanted. In the faint light of the dying torches and lamps, I can see both Harelip and Byrch along with the massive Luthor Largent as they somehow manage to get back on their horses and ride down the street to the East Barracks. Luthor Largent was unexpected but no matter what, he would die with them.

I grip my tomahawk axe in anticipation as the other officers and Daemon ride off in the other direction for the West Barracks or the Red Keep barracks. While Daemon rides off with Mysaria to the manse she owns by the Iron Gate. He will get what is coming to him soon enough.

As the three horsemen approach, I give my men the signal and we suddenly emerge from the shadows of the faint dawn light and quickly surround them causing them to suddenly halt.

"Get the fuck out of the way, cunt," Largent grunts as he readies his horse to run me over.

Balon Byrch joins as his horse neighs "We are the men of the Watch if you know what's best for you then move the fuck away, you ain scaring us with that mysterious shite, we are Dragon's Men, Prince Daemon's men, we fear no one,"

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Harelip snarls half drunkenly.

"You know exactly who I am, Harelip" I snarl back as my men and I brandish our axes. Upon hearing my voice, all three of them widened their eyes in shock, and before they could react I buried my axe inside Byrch's face and in that heartbeat, Matthos threw his axe straight into Luthor's chest while one of my men took down Harelip's horse and it fell with him crushing his leg.

As Byrch's horse runs off, his body falls and I extract my axe from his face and I walk toward the groaning Garth Harelip who probably has a bad concussion. He tries to beg for mercy but the last thing he sees is me raising my axe above his head.

Small Council Chambers

I am not an official member of the Small Council but at the beginning of every month, I am supposed to make a report and present it to the Small Council on all activities and money spent on the Fire Watch of the previous month. It just so happens that everything had to coincide. So I got a front-row seat for everything happening today and today was a happening day.

Otto speaks with a grave tone that perfectly disguises his satisfaction with what he is about to say before I can present my monthly report, "Before we begin Your Grace, I have a report that I am honor-bound and duty-bound to share."

This is going to be fun.

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The Bronze Prince (ASOIAF SI)

Leonelfallen

Chapter 3: The Rogue Prince

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106 AC

Small Council Chambers

As the Small Council droned on and on about tariffs or something I began to fall asleep. To keep awake and to pass the time I began to play with the marble ball. The marble ball for the Master of Ships is blue, it's a way of showing that you have punched in and shown up at work which I find ridiculous, an idea brought up by my grandfather, no wonder it was ridiculous. I wonder which future king ended this practice. The scribe should simply mark attendance instead of this. And we should all have badges like that of the Hand of the King instead of these balls that could potentially injure people.

"Maekar. stop playing with that and pay attention, the tariffs that we are talking about are needed to help fund the fleet that you have been asking for," Viserys remarks as Rhaenyra fills his cup. This Viserys is no fun, ever since Aemma died he has been throwing himself into work to bury his feelings, maybe he should remarry.

"Well, I am quite certain that the gold already allocated for the ships that are currently being built is more than enough," I reply with a frown. Currently, ten dromonds are being built in the shipyards of King's Landing. The first batch of ten among the fifty planned to help establish a solid Targaryen fleet to lessen the dependency on the Velaryons.

"Yes, the ships have their gold, it's everything else that you want for which we need to find more gold," Lyman Beesbury replies as he opens a new ledger. "The new permanent administrative and logistical organization that you wish to bring to the Navy means that there will be more salaried bureaucrats, salaries which come from the Royal Treasury. The designated areas in the Kingswood and at Crackclaw Point where the trees are set aside purely for shipbuilding means woodcutters and forest guards on the Royal payroll."

Beesbury gives out the breath he is holding before taking a new one in and saying, "This is not even taking into account the plan to build a naval base on the other side of the Blackwater with its own special Royal dockyards and a school for officers. Not to mention, the special needs of this 'Admiralty' that you have already established."

Poor Beesbury was on the verge of a stroke but fortunately, Otto came to my rescue, "No matter how ruinous these expenses seem to be, I am certain that they will pay for themselves in the long run. Not only will this help to demonstrate the power and prestige of the Crown, a Royal Fleet is needed now more than ever with the Triarchy showing their avarice openly towards Westerosi shipping."

"The danger posed by the Triarchy to us is the only reason why I allowing these expenses," Viserys nodded. "Once they learn that we have a fleet of our own, maybe they will stop extorting our ships."

Ah yes, extortion, it is the whole reason why I am in this chamber in the first place. I have a feeling that Daemon purposefully sent his goons to extort my tenants to provoke me into retaliating and starting a city-wide turf war. Which would force Viserys into picking sides, after Baelon's death he must have believed that his position as heir was now undisputed. Unfortunately, he miscalculated and what resulted was not only his exile but a one-sided turf war in my favor. Everyone with half a brain cell knew that I was responsible for the murders in the Street of Silk and it was only the beginning.

For two weeks after his exile, my men began to hunt down and do hits on Daemon's most loyal officers in City Watch under my aegis forcing most of them to flee the city. And that was where I miscalculated, for this all culminated one fateful dawn when a night patrol of the Fire Watch and a morning patrol of the City Watch met at the Cobbler's Square. The resulting bloodbath left all ten men dead and that was when Viserys finally put his foot down. I hoped that he would be too busy wallowing in self-pity to bother me in my power grab, but I was wrong.

I was removed from command of the Fire Watch and thrown into the Small Council while all officers of both the City Watch and Fire Watch were brought to the Red Keep, and every one of them was threatened with execution should the fighting continue. That ended the fighting with cold peace between the Watches.

Corlys Velaryon storms into the chambers, is he even allowed to do that, "Three of my ships have been taken by the Triarchy and what does the Small Council plan to do about my ships and crew other than dither about court business?"

Everyone looks at me for some reason, oh right, I am the Master of Ships, I slowly turn to Corlys who is positively fuming at my laxity, "We are still building the fleet to deal with the Crabfeeder. As for your crew, I believe that it is your job to pay compensation to their families. As for the ships that you have lost I am certain that the shipyards of the Hull will be able to produce more ships to recover what was lost."

That does not placate the Seasnake, "I don't want compensation and you are right, I can replace what was lost in ships but that is not what I want. I want to seize the Stepstones by force, kick out the pirates, and burn out this Crabfeeder who is feeding my men to the crabs."

"I am not prepared to start a war with the Triarchy," Viserys shakes his head, "And as you heard Prince Maekar, the Royal Fleet is not yet ready."

"But my fleet is ready and this Crabfeeder is not the Triarchy," Corlys retorts.

"We all know who is providing the Crabfeeder with his ships and tender," Viserys replies with a scoff.

Grand Maester Runciter answers, "It would be a grave mistake for Westeros to be embroiled in a war with the Free Cities, never once in our history have we ever done this, and for good reason."

Lyman adds, "The losses incurred by a war with the Free Cities would be incalculable."

Corlys then turns his gaze to Lyman, "What reason does the Crabfeeder have to fear the Iron Throne? The King's brother has seized Dragonstone while the other started a turf war in the city with those who were meant to keep the peace."

I was wondering when his dig at me would come, I merely rolled my eyes and sipped my wine.

He continues, "Daemon has occupied Dragonstone for nearly six months now and the Crown has done nothing, absolutely nothing."

"I will caution you Lord Corlys, being married into the King's House does not make you his equal," Otto warns.

Viserys speaks up before a tussle begins between Otto and Corlys, "I have acted, Lord Corlys. Envoys have been sent to Braavos, Pentos, and Volantis to find a common cause against the Triarchy. My brother is working tirelessly to prepare the Royal Fleet and in time the matter of the Stepstones will be settled in a manner favorable to us."

That was when Rhaenyra spoke up, "You have dragon riders Father, send us, we shall fly with the Velaryon fleet and put an end to the problems of the Stepstones," Upon hearing her speak everyone looked at her in surprise.

Viserys softly chuckles before saying, "It isn't that simple, Rhaenyra, you are a girl of nine namedays and you are the heir to the Iron Throne. To put you in the field of battle will be utter foolishness." Ah yes, the heir to the Iron Throne, I was the first one made to swear obeisance to Rhaenyra upon her being named as Princess of Dragonstone in exchange for Viserys overlooking my turf war and not punishing my men for their blatant murder. And I thought the Small Council seat was my punishment.

"Then let Uncle Maekar do it, he has Vermithor, it would be a show of force," She replied undauntedly.

"At least the princess has a plan," Corlys answers with approval. A plan to get me killed, I thought as uncomfortable silence descended into the chamber.

Before Rhaenyra could say more, Otto speaks up, "I believe Prince Maekar should decide on what to do about the Stepstones. He is the Master of Ships and the only adult dragonrider in the Royal family with a battle-ready dragon." My mother and Daemon have been so conveniently thrown away.

As everyone looks at me yet again, "Give me two years, I will not only have the fleet ready but also an army. We will not only burn out the Crabfeeder but also force the Triarchy into the negotiating table. At the same time, we occupy the Stepstones in the name of the Iron Throne and garrison it with an army loyal to the Iron Throne."

"That is acceptable, more than acceptable," Viserys nods pleased with my answer as are most of the Small Council except for Corlys.

"Two years, I don't have two years. We need to take action now," Corlys responds.

"Feel free to take whatever action you wish to Lord Corlys on your own but the Crown will intervene only once we are at full strength," Viserys replies and that is exactly what Corlys has been waiting for this whole time. Corlys nods and leaves the chamber, he gets the answer he wants to hear. I wonder if Viserys did this on purpose.

Then Runciter says, "I believe that the best way and least bloody way to deal with the Triarchy is to have someone in the Triarchy's High Council on our side and advocating on our behalf. Thereby forcing Crabfeeder away from preying on Westerosi ships."

"And how exactly do you intend on accomplishing that," Lyonel Strong asks turning to him.

"Marriage," Runciter answers, "A marriage of the Royal family into one of the powerful houses of the Triarchy could result in our tensions with the Triarchy lessening."

"Are you suggesting that I marry into a family from Lys or Tyrosh," Viserys asks incredulously.

"The Seven Kingdoms will never accept a foreigner as a queen," Otto scoffs.

"Not a Queen. I wasn't suggesting the King but rather the Prince," Runciter answers turning to me and does everyone else.

Not this again, I thought with a groan.

Viserys nods, "That would be a splendid idea." Of course that is a splendid idea for Viserys, it removes me from tying myself to any powerful family in the realm while at the same time, nobody would call it a bad match. Perhaps I should marry into the Rogares and let them run amok like they did in the Lyseni spring, that will make Viserys eat his words and his tongue.

I get up from my chair, "We can deal with my marriage once we deal with the King's marriage. And if that is all my Lords, Your Grace. I believe that it's time that I retire for the day for I have a fleet to build, thank you very much."

I take my ball and leave, let the rest of the council chew Viserys on that. I have a job to do, for all my grandfather's supposed prosperity he left me less than ten battle-ready galleys. They say that a wise king prepares for war during times of peace. It seems that Old Jae didn't get the memo on naval warfare.

The Next Day

Small Council Chambers

"There better be a good reason why I have been summoned here," I groused as I sat down in my chair and placed the ball in its designated place.

I began complaining, "There are many problems that I need to solve. There is one amongst the shipwrights guild and the lumberjacks. Not to mention a feud between the senior and junior officers."

I stop to take my breath before continuing, "Also, there are supply problems with the construction of the naval base. To add to that the old bozos in the guilds need to be taught assembly line production which is needed when all fifty ships are to be the same in design.

When everyone thinks that I am done, I continue, "Plus there are problems with the recruitment of sailors and oarsmen that need to be addressed. And finally, I need to train a proper core of officers who know what they are doing. The current officer corp is simply too small."

Otto replied, "This is an urgent matter that takes precedence above all else," He pointed to the Elder Dragonkeeper who entered the chambers.

"A dragon egg has been stolen, Your Graces, My Lords." He began to speak. I have a feeling that I know where this is going. "It occurred during the Hour of the Rat and the thief eluded us."

"How is this possible? There are fifty dragonkeepers in the Dragonpit and none of them saw a thing. Should I station that Fire Watch back in the Dragonpit if this is the state of security for the dragon eggs," Viserys asked angrily. He looks rather well dressed, more so than usual, perhaps the rumors that he is courting Laena Velaryon are true, though he acts uncomfortable with the whole thing which I find odd since I figured that he had a fetish for banging twelve-year-olds, or was it fourteen.

The Elder answers, "Prince Daemon was the culprit, Your Grace, he knows the Dragonpit better than some of us." I find that statement objectable, if there is anyone who knows the Dragonpit from the back of their head, it is me. I spent a whole fucking year inside that pit.

"Daemon," Viserys breathes, "Of course it's Daemon."

"The Prince has left a missive explaining his actions which might shed more light on the matter," Otto explains as Runciter takes out a missive from his robes and reads it out loud.

"It is the pleasure of Daemon Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone and Rightful Heir to the Iron Throne to announce that he is to take a second wife in the tradition of Old Valyria.

She is to assume the title of Lady Mysaria of Dragonstone, her grace is with child, and is to have a dragon's egg placed in the babe's cradle as is the custom of House Targaryen."

"The Prince has invited you to his wedding, Your Grace," Runciter says as he rolls up the missive, "It is in two days."

I decide to speak, "Can we believe that Daemon's whore is actually with child. I seriously doubt that either of them can have children. Daemon has been married to Lady Rhea for nearly nine years now. And he has spent around six of those years with her in Runestone and yet they remain barren. Daemon has been fucking whores left and right in King's Landing ever since coming here, I haven't seen a single silver-haired bastard running around in the streets so far. If he hasn't sired a child by now on anyone, he never will. If he does we can call it a miracle. Daemon is undoubtedly impotent or severely infertile."

Even Moon tea is not a hundred percent contraceptive and Daemon has certainly fucked more than a hundred whores in King's Landing.

"As for his whore, She has no doubt taken so much Moon tea in her entire life that I seriously doubt if her womb is still alive." I finish and Runciter nods with me.

"It is true, repeated use of Moon tea is not good for the womb for the tea can destroy the womb," Runciter replies.

"Regardless, Your Grace, this is nothing less than sedition," Otto says to Viserys.

"I strongly agree, Your Grace," Lyonel agrees with a nod.

"Daemon wishes to provoke me, to answer him is to give him what he wants," Viserys responds.

Lyman joins in, "The realm is watching, Your Grace."

"What would you have me do? Send him to the Wall, or perhaps put his head on a spike," Viserys answers sarcastically.

"Daemon has seized Dragonstone, along with his remaining loyalists in the City Watch who have escaped with him in the weeks following," Otto points out.

"Which dragon egg did he take?" Rhaenyra suddenly asks the Elder Dragonkeeper. I am not surprised that he stole the dragon egg from the Dragonpit, with both Dreamfyre and Silverwing in King's Landing, there are no egg-laying she-dragons in Dragonstone with the remaining eggs either taken by the Dragonkeepers or eaten by the Cannibal.

For a bated moment everyone stays silent as we wait for him to reply and when he does, "It was Dreamfyre's dragon egg. The one chosen for Prince Baelon."

And that releases the floodgates as Viserys angrily gets up, "Otto assemble our best men, Maekar you will be flying overhead to ensure that Caraxes doesn't do anything stupid."

Viserys determinedly answers, "I will go to Dragonstone and drag Daemon back to face justice if that is the last thing I do,"

Otto protests, "Your grace, it's too dangerous. As your loyal and faithful Hand, I cannot allow you to throw yourself in such danger. My apologies, Your Grace, but Daemon is without limit. Let me go to Dragonstone with Prince Maekar we shall retrieve the egg and see to it that he and his men evacuate the castle and the island."

In the end no matter what, I will still have to go, oh joy.

Dragonstone

Ser Criston Cole looked around as he followed Lord Hand Otto as their retinue walked up the bridge leading to the castle. Of all the things that Criston would have expected in his life, getting involved in the Targaryen family drama would have been the last of it. Yet, here he was, first a sworn shield of Princess Rhaenyra and now a knight of the Kingsguard, chosen in place of the great Ser Ryam Redwyne. Dreams could come true, at least for him they did.

That one tourney in Maidenpool changed his life more than he would have ever dreamed about. First defeating both Princes Daemon and Maekar in the melee and then Prince Daemon in the joust. But it was crowning Princess Rhaenyra as the Queen of Love and Beauty his greatest achievement above them all, a child of surpassing beauty who would undoubtedly grow into a woman of greater beauty.

Through the smoke of the steaming vents of the island of Dragonstone, they stood waiting until shapes emerged from the smoke from the other end of the bridge. Criston placed a hand on the pommel of his sword in case things went awry.

Then they arrived from the smoke, Prince Daemon with a dragon egg in his hands and his pale mistress Mysaria by his side and the gold cloaks following them.

For a few moments, nobody spoke but simply stared at each other until Prince Daemon broke the silence "Welcome to Dragonstone Otto,"

Ser Otto forcefully replied, "Your illegal occupation of this island is at an end. You are to relinquish the dragon's egg, disband your army, banish your whore, and leave Dragonstone by the order of his grace, King Viserys the first-"

Prince Daemon interrupts Ser Otto, "Where is the King? I don't see him."

Ser Otto scoffs, "His grace, would never lower himself to entertain such a mummer's farce."

Prince Daemon sardonically smiles before looking at him, "Look at you Ser Criston, risen so high in the world. And all from a Dornish son of a steward."

Criston did not blink, he couldn't let Prince Daemon get under his skin, those taunts followed him since his boyhood in Blackhaven where everyone would look down on him for his mother was Dornish, this was nothing new for him and the Prince's jealousy was not worth responding to.

Ser Otto snorts, "This is a truly pathetic show Daemon, are you so desperate for the King's attention that you have resorted to sulking about like a common cutpurse trying to steal castles and dragon eggs."

Prince Daemon laughs, "I am simply keeping with the traditions of my house, the same as my brother did for his children."

Otto angrily replies, "Those traditions are for the trueborn children of royalty not for baseborn bastards fathered on a common whore."

Nonchalantly Prince Daemon explains, "Lady Mysaria is to be my wife," A second wife, the faith saw bigamy as an abomination.

Otto responds hotly, "This is an abomination, with every breath you soil your name, your house, and your brother's reign."

"Ah, but our love knows no bounds," Daemon mockingly replied.

Ser Otto then raised his neck and spoke to the gold cloaks behind Prince Daemon, "And what of you, men of the City Watch, aiding the Prince in his treason? One would have thought that you would have learned your lesson, especially after what happened to your fellows in the city."

A dark look passed across Prince Daemon's face upon mention of the murders in King's Landing. It was obvious who was responsible for it and Prince Daemon did not like it.

Prince Daemon angrily responds, "The King made me their commander as such they follow me for they are loyal to me. And the recent events occurring in King's Landing have proven that it is not safe for my men. Especially with the apathetic nature by which their murders have been investigated and it has been more than six months and no justice is yet forthcoming for my men and you expect them to be loyal to you after this."

Ser Otto retorts, "Your men were caught extorting the people of King's Landing who happened to be tenants belonging to Prince Maekar. They should have known better than trying to extort a Prince of the Realm."

"He is no Prince," Prince Daemon angrily snarls before stretching out his hand with the dragon egg, "You want the egg, come and take it."

"Are you mad, you will not get out of this alive," Ser Otto incredulously asks.

"And neither would you," Prince Daemon responds with a dark smile.

"To choose violence here is to declare war on the Iron Throne, against your King, your brother," Ser Otto warns.

Prince Daemon flippantly replies, "I can live with that."

"Even if it means in the death of your supposedly unborn child and its mother," Ser Otto taunts which causes Prince Daemon to draw out his sword which in turn makes everyone including Criston unsheathe their steel ready for bloodshed.

Then after a few tense moments, a loud, shrill, and screeching noise was heard. Criston looked up in shock to see a red dragon come out of the cliffs and crawl its way toward them. It was undoubtedly Prince Daemon's dragon Caraxes, a red snake-like dragon with an absurdly long neck. It looked nothing at all like Princess Rhaenyra's Syrax. The dragon screeched out once more as Criston stood in fear as he slowly lowered his sword.

"Tell me Otto, do you fancy your chances with arresting me," Prince Daemon taunted with a gleam in his eye after a few tense moments.

Ser Otto who stood still the whole time, calmly replied, "Tell me Prince Daemon, did you really think that I came here alone."

Prince Daemon's eyes widened briefly before a loud rolling thunderous roar filled the skies the clouds above them darkened before a massive beast far bigger than anything that Criston had seen before descended from the clouds. Everyone on the bridge except Ser Otto and Prince Daemon crouched in fear as the Bronze Fury flew over them.

Ser Otto mockingly asked, "Tell me Prince Daemon, do you fancy your chances now."

Prince Daemon looks back with near unrestrained fury upon his face as he furiously whispers to himself, "That fucking bastard."

The Bronze Fury circled the citadel a few times before landing a little further away from the Blood wyrm. The Blood wyrm coiled back ready to strike but the differences in size were obvious to see for everyone. If the two dragons fought, the Bronze Fury would win.

"Give back the egg, Daemon, you know you have lost," Ser Otto quietly asked.

Prince Daemon didn't do anything for a while before throwing the egg, straight at Criston's face. Fortunately for Criston and the dragon egg, his reflexes were fast enough to catch the egg before it smashed into his face.

As Prince Daemon turned to leave, Ser Otto called out, "One more thing Daemon, I will be expecting, you, your whore, and your men to leave Dragonstone by tonight. If they don't then the Royal Fleet will launch an assault and any found illegally trespassing here will be put to death."

The Next Day

Small Council Chambers

As the Small Council filed into the room, I also noticed that Lord Corlys, my mother, and Lady Alicent entering along with Viserys and Otto. So this must be the day when Viserys picks Alicent as his bride instead of Laena and snubs Corlys for the hundredth time. I know for a fact that Alicent has been visiting Viserys for a while ever since Aemma died, I doubt they are fucking but I am assuming that she is more like an unpaid psychiatrist for him.

Though I am not sure why my mother is here, I wonder if it is about my marriage situation, I guess that my mother is searching for Saera's bastards for me. Ever since I decided that I didn't want to claim the Iron Throne, my mother has decided to turn her eyes to the East when it comes to finding me a wife. However, that won't be so bad now that I think about it as it will give me an excuse not to participate in the upcoming political games and a place in Essos to bear out the storms and maybe even the Dance itself.

I had a close shave with Daemon yesterday, it could have easily escalated into a Dance above the skies had he not been on the bridge and instead been on Caraxes' saddle.

Viserys walks to the front of the table and announces, "I have decided to take a new wife."

People inside the chamber hold their breath as they await the King's answer.

He finally speaks, "I intend to marry....." He turns to Alicent, "The Lady Alicent Hightower. Before this year's end"

Now that is a bomb that nobody except myself and Otto expected to arrive. Otto has been working on this since the moment Aemma died.

For a moment there is silence in the chamber as everyone looks on in shock, Corlys most of all. Otto is more than pleased with himself.

Corlys angrily gets up, "This is an absurdity. My House is as Valyrian as any other, the greatest power in the realm."

"And I am your King, and you seem to forget, you are but the second greatest," Viserys evenly replies with a slight nod towards me. So he is starting to appreciate me. I am now the damn reason why he is still King. Time to profit from this fortuitous turn of events.

Corlys glares at Otto before storming off and my mother breaks out laughing.

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