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"That boy isn't right. A great darkness dwells within him; his heart is as black as his beast."—Princess Rheanyes (The Queen Who Never Was).

"King Aemon the Great Evil" by Archmaesters Arthur, Mason, and Galant, written in 243 AC.

Chapter VI

Arch Maester Mason:

Arch Maester Mason: During the early years of King Aemon's life, he developed a minor reputation across the realm as a gifted and talented child "blessed" by the Seven; some would say, no doubt, rumour spread by his grandfather and mother to build up his reputation.

Even if there was some inkling of truth to them, the people of Westeros would come to know that he was not an aspect of the Seven; no, he was the Stranger. No matter the justifications that Maester Galant gives for his atrocities, a man does not earn a moniker like the Great Evil without just cause, a point on which Maester Arthur would concur.

Yet it is an undisputed fact that King Aemon rose to prominence on the stage of Westeros in the fifth moon of 112 AC, two moons after his tutelage under Archmaester Veagon began, the reason for which is still unknown, as the esteemed Archmaester Veagon had turned away every other pupil that sought to learn under him.

Regardless, academia was not the reason Prince Aemon burst onto the stage of Westeros; rather, it was due to his wild nature finally breaking free of any chains that had held it at bay for his nine years of life.

Archmaester Galant believes that it was due to the young prince being away from his companions and family that he defied the king, but I do not believe such ridiculous notions.

Prince Aemon's behaviour after this through his life clearly illustrated that in this moment he was not acting out for his want for his mother; rather, he was showing Westeros who he truly was, even if no lord saw the true danger he posed, or even if they did, they ignored it due to their own ambitions.

To understand the gravity of the situation and why the political landscape of Westeros shifted as it did, we must first lay out the circumstances of the kingdom as a whole in 112.

Princess Rheanyra, the King's chosen heir, had just married her husband, Ser Leanor Velaryon, after rumours of her losing her maidenhead to her uncle, Prince Daemon, spread like dragonfire through Westeros, a rumour that Archmaester Galant is convinced was a fact backed up with the many-year exiles of the Rogue Prince, one that the King lifted only much, much later in life after a desperate plea from his favourite daughter. Of course, the hate between King Aemon and Prince Daemon is legendary, as known about by the layman, as the names of the conquerors themselves.

Returning to the point, a royal wedding, a prince in exile, and Prince Aemon had just claimed a few moons earlier the second largest living dragon, which he named Apophis, a name that was used only by him, as everyone else still called the beast the cannibal.

Winter was approaching, a short winter but winter nonetheless, and the north was in crisis, still not having recovered from the blunder of the new gift being bestowed to the Night's Watch, who ran that fertile land into the mud. The Vale was also suffering as Lady Rhea Royce had just passed a few moons ago, and so House Royce was dealing with succession issues, some of which were caused by Prince Daemon trying to vie for authority, which the King and Lord Strong shut down quickly with the enforcement of his exile completely from Westeros. At this point, House Velaryon may have overtaken House Targaryen with Seasmoke, Meleys, and Vhagar all belonging to riders of House Velaryon.

The crown was at its weakest; it has been since the old king took the throne, yet with only two dragon riders belonging to House Targaryen, both of whom had been exiled from the capital, one explicitly and one implicitly, King Viserys's grasp on the realm and House Targaryen seemed to be slipping and falling into the grasp of House Velaryon, so the actions taken in this light can be seen as reasonable, the actions, of course, being the marriage of not only Rhaenyra Targaryen to Laenor but also Aemon Targaryen to Laena Velaryon, a marriage Lord Corlys had been practically demanding since before Aemon Targaryen claimed the Cannibal, if some sources are to be believed as being accurate.

Yet Prince Aemon had promised himself to the then Lady Adella Lannister, and the king had seemed to back away from the lord of Hightide's demands. That was till the events of 112 AC transpired, events perpetrated by Princess Rheanyra Targaryen.

Events that could have led to the separation of Prince Aemon and Lady Adella were at play for the first time, showed the world peaks at what lay beneath the skin of Prince Aemon Targaryen, peaks at the Great Evil, for to try and separate Prince Aemon from his lady love was a mortal sin, a sin for which all paid dearly.

Short comment by Archmaester Galant: Actions that I myself understand and do condone, for who could not fall in love with Queen Adella Lannister, the Queen of Hearts beloved by the high lords and small folk alike? To this day, there has not lived a queen as beloved by the realm as Queen Adella Lannister, not Saint Queen Visenya Targaryen the conqueror, nor Queen Alyssane Targaryen, nor Queen Alicent Hightower. No one is as loved as the Queen of Hearts, so the defiance of Prince Aemon is entirely justified.

In 112 AC, Princess Rheanyra locked herself away in her chamber for near on half a moon, only partaking in small quantities of water and disregarding food entirely as she barred her door shut and refused to leave her chamber and refused food till the king met her demands for justice till the king let her avenge her beloved Syrax.

Ser Criston Cole POV:

CRASH

THUD

BANG

Leaning against the wall I saw as the servants failed in a futile effort to break open the prince's doors. Rhea, that name did cause my lips to curve upwards. Rhea has asked me to drop all formalities with her, as we had far before breached the realm of guardian and ward.

We had developed something warm.Though it pained me at first, my white cloak—the thing I had worked for my entire life from the day I picked up a sword at Blood Haven—the dream I'd tirelessly pursued, had allowed me to honour it, tarnishing all it meant to be a knight by not only taking my princess's maidenhead but also continuing the act for moons upon moons.

I had cuckolded a dragon lord, a lord of a great house, and I know I should be feeling guilt, disgust, and remorse, but...I don't. I'm content.I had let my guilt get the better of me once when Rhea and I were alone below the deck on the ship. I had begged her to go along with me to Braavos to go live together free from the politicking from the grapes of the Hightowers, but she'd denied me. She had responded with fire and a call for blood.

flashback

"RUN AWAY RUN AWAY, YOU SAY.

No, I'm no craven. My father intends to give me his throne, and I will have it. I won't run—not after what that half-breed did to Syrax while you watched and did nothing. I won't run; I will have vengeance. You can run away with your tail between your legs and join my uncle in exile, but I won't. I will face him alone if I have to, but he will pay with fire and blood. I won't rest until he's begged me for death," the princess screamed as she stood in her destroyed cabin. A broken chair and table lay splintered across the floor as she held a mace in her hand, her eyes burning with fury so violent one would have mistaken her for a Baratheon.

"It's...too dangerous, princess...you...you could die." I said, my voice wavering as my eyes watered; I couldn't keep my heartache at bay. The sweet, innocent girl had been ruined by the half-breed prince.Slowly I walked forward, trying to reach for her cheek, only to have my hand slapped away.

"No, sir, do not touch me with your traitorous hands," she cried as she took a step back to distance herself from me.

"I'm no traitor princess; I only want—"SMACK. She cut me off. The stinging of my skin silenced me for a moment as the princess stood, arm raised, eyes defiant, her dragon's blood boiling.

"I do not care what you want, Ser. I want vengeance. I want justice, and if the king won't give it to me, I will make it myself. You may have forgotten your knightly oath to be just, but I won't forget mine, my oath, the oath of all Targaryens before me, the oath of fire and blood... But I suppose what can I expect from a man who turned his back so quickly on his vow? Why shouldn't I expect him to turn his back on me even if I've given him all he has, from his armour and status to my own maidenhead? Leave if you wish, Ser, but don't instruct me on what's best for me. I know what's best for me and my chil— The princess abruptly stopped herself managing to get a hold of her temper but not quickly enough.

"Your child? ...What child? ...Our child? ...You're pregnant?" I said as I slowly crept towards her this time. She didn't back away from my touch; she let me place my hand on her soft belly, its warmth and squishy properties not unfamiliar to me. I felt a wellspring of warmth burst in my chest. I was going to be a father, a father to a child, to the future king.The princess was looking at her feet, her inhales quickening.

"Yes, I have missed my moonblood. We are having a child. Do you see now why I won't run? I won't have my child be born a farmer. He/she deserves to live as a royal, as a dragon, and I won't stop fighting because Aemon will kill it. The child threatens whatever children he will have with his Lannister whore, so do you see now why I can't run away like you? He killed my Syrax; he will kill my babe as well, so will you still run from us?" She said her soft hand lay atop my own as her violet eyes gazed up at me. I could see the uncertainty, the desperation in them.

"I am your sword and your shield, princess." I said, my eyes locked to the floor, and I fell to my knees.

"Not Princess, call me Rhea at least when we are alone, Criston," she said softly as she kneeled down to me and embraced me in her arms.It is the happiest I've ever felt, truly a blessing by the seven.

Flashback end

I watched as the servants failed miserably to open the chamber door.

It would actually surprise me if they could open it with the amount of things she had me throw in front of the door before I left. Using the tunnel in her chamber, she had a plan in mind, a smart plan, and the pieces were falling into place.

Tap tap tap

I couldn't help but smirk as I watched the king scurry through the hall like always, his new cane tapping as he limped across the Red Keep.

And so comes the fly to the spider's web.

- The end -

So been a while exam finished mid terms coming but I took a while cause my grand dad was hospitalised and that fucked me over he couldn't handle the loss of my grandmother it seems and so my families been concerned with that for the past few months sorting things out

So with that and university and exams I really lacked any motivation to write. I for that am sorry but I do have this next arc planned its a dozzy I think 5 more 2, 000 word chapters should do it so ill try to get them out fast sorry

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