8 99 AC - Two of the Same

As his Father commanded, Aegor had faced multitude of girls that were candidates for his hand in marriage. Many Noble families such as, Hightower, Velaryon, Lannister, Tully, Tarley and more, sent their daughters, cousins or sisters to contest for marriage.

Without a doubt the possibility for a marriage to the

targaryen house was quite extraordinary, especially since their being zero chance of him being heir to the iron throne unless something horrendous would accure, he was more plausible for families of more obscurity that wanted an ally in the throne and have blood ties to a man that seemed to be blessed by the seven.

Yet, despite being a third son, young ladies of all around westeros tried multiple times to speak and try and interact with the enigma of a Targaryen. None the less, He seemed determined from a few words and greetings, he stayed quite alone in the court yard and chambers.

Only interacting with the Young Princess Rhaenyra. To say the princess was on several occasions almost barraged by ladies was an overstatement. Yet a hatchling, she showed her teeth and hissed them all away.

Since then barely anyone saw him unless watching his sweaty tunic caked in dirt. Right now as it stood, Aegor glanced at his Father beside him. A man he rarely spoke to for these past couple years since his uncle died, never had his father been free from his duties as heir to the iron throne.

The sky clouded by darkness, the gushes of wind blowing his hood over his face to all but hide his faces from anyone. A black horse with brown mane he sat on, from a young foal, Aegor named her Saerra for his aunt. A beautiful Mare his brother, Viserys chose him. As Cold as it was, he followed his Father until he got to a very familiar place.

The Dragon pit.

Majestic as always and quite scary if he had to say so compared to in the morning. When he was halted by his father at the entrance, he didn't need to discuss about what his goal was here. They had already spoken about it. The chance of bonding with a dragon.

As he wasn't born with a dragon egg in his cradle like Rhaenyra, it was the old classic way of taming one. Negotiate and talk one down with words of promise and desire.

""My prince.""

The dragon keepers bowed, both he and Aegor nodded back to them. Dismounting , Baelon immediately walked to one of the keepers whispers all that Aegor could faintly hear.

As he saw the keeper bow, the gate in front of them crept open ominously. He swallowed, the touch of his father on his shoulder neither helped nor eased him for what was to happen in their.

"It is now the time, son... Do not fear, you are a dragon. But beware, you must be cautious, one wrong step can lead to your downfall.

The seriousness on his father's face when he glanced up woke him up. Nodding, he smiled slightly." Yes father... I will do you proud."

When a smile came on his fathers face, Aegor now knew there was no time for failure.

"You already do me proud. Your mother... Would be without a doubt, proud of who you have become." A tear streaked down his face, all the time alone he had suffered, showed by his slowly redden eyes.

He didn't expect his distant son to wrap him in a hug. The guilt of not bonding with his son earlier created more issues for his face, tears now fully leaking profusely. His own son didn't fit any better.

*Sobbing* *Whimper*

"I.. Wish mother was here.."

Baelon eyes widened. "So do I. But do not fret, you will get to see her in the next life. Don't beat yourself up for something that your mother wanted to happen, she wanted you." his smiled brightened his son wiped his eyes and nose with his jacket.

"Now go get yourself a dragon."

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This was nothing he felt before, holding torch of flame, he walked endlessly in the pitch darkness that was the dragon pit. His previous conversation and sentimental breakdown helped him for what was to await ahead, the confidence and proudness his words gave him helped him ignore the screeches and scratches of claws on walls.

Normally one would go to dragon stone and try to tame a wild dragon. His father and the king explained to him of a dragon that stayed in the dragon pit. A ferocious dragon that was attempted to be tamed by the dragon keepers and subdue for other targaryens to bond with.

This never went to play for a long time, it's emotions were quite sporadic nothing made it quiet. Constantly fighting with dragon's in the pit, and forever starving. A young dragon it was but the size of them was ever growing.

Both father and grand father blasted him with caution. This wasn't training, this was life or death.

*Thud* *Growl*

Aegor looked up. Backing up as much as possible, Pitch black was it's scale and the slight scarring on their body showed of its play fights and arguments with other dragons in here.

Then it shifted, the tail unwrapped and the already massively big stature mutipled. Aegor must of hit them when they were sleeping. Already it was a bad start.

The creatures head now looked down upon him with almost contempt, the harden coal like scale reflected of his torch. The eyes of the beast were a contrast compared to its scales. A beautiful amathyest almost lilac iris. If it wasn't for the huffing and puffing of smoke from it's mouth ready to burn him, he'd say the dragon was breathtaking.

He frozen up. Scared absolute shitless, being ever close to death scared him. Knowing his demise from dragon breath a very agonising death awaited him. His brain raced quickly, it was now or never.

"Nyke nūmāzma daor ōdrikagon. (I mean no harm.)"

Aegor slowly placed his torch on the floor, a sign of not being a threat and out stretched his arm slowly. The sniffles of the dragons nose increased. But thankfully it's death trap of a mouth stop produsing smoke. Now the black dragon looked on him with curiosity but caution.

As Aegor slowly tip toed to the dragon, after getting ten feet, they lashed out their tail hitting where he previously was. His reaction time saving him from certain death.

"Iksan daor kesīr naejot ōdrikagon ao, iksan kesīr naejot dohaeragon. (I'm not here to hurt you, I'm here to help.)" Aegor said slowly, trying to sound to calm.

Despite still moving quite wildly, it eased. In the beautiful eyes of it was no emotions but despite this Aegor kept on pushing. Trying to reach out to it, almost pleading with dragon that he was here to calm it's temper.

The heat was extreme from it's breath. Yet all that was on the young targaryens mind was to help. Right now it was no longer to tame the beast but to help it's ravenous mood. Although a normal being would halt, he was not normal, he was a Targaryen Prince.

It's emotions opened up every step he took, the extreme amount of unadulterated anger and hate in this beast almost made Aegor slam his fist in rage. It's anger of ire was to something, still he didn't know what.

Underneath this huge amount of negative emotions was familiarity, almost between them flet like they've almost been through a lifetime of memories. His aura bounced of his and vise aversa.

"Ziry iksos jēda syt ao naejot ūndegon se jēdar. (It's time for you to see the sky.)"

*Roar*

The dragons voice resounded, all for it to hear and a beastful it was. Cracking and screathing from it's massive throat. Rearing on its legs to breath a profuse quantity of scorching purples fire. It's voice was heard and saw was his.

And when he touched his hand upon his snout, they were forever together. One of the same whole, it was now that he smiled, Aegor gazed on the dragon he tamed in the eyes. Excited for what was to come.

"Kesā sagon brōztagon, Aurrax! (You will be called, Aurrax!)"

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The King awaited on the balcony to look on. He knew it was about time. The roar of the familiar beast for the past two decades awoke him from his slumber. Now he knew it was time to see another dragon rider. His son now had the final third head of the red dragon.

*Knocking*

"Come in son." King Jaehaerys commanded. As he knew coming into his quarters was one of his last children sadly.

Baelon looked at his father and walked beside him. Words weren't spoken the time was upon them and neither wanted to miss the third head to arise from it's rightful place.

*Roar*

"He has done it, the final head has risen." Baelon smiled.

It wasn't the same size or colour of the familiar dreaded dragon they knew, but the feeling of dejavu hit them. The size of nearly similar stature to the Blood Wyrm rose, scarily ominously. The dragon blended throughout the night sky, the moon seemingly shadowed by the figure of the creature.

Baelon couldn't cry yet he felt it, the arms of his dearly beloved hugging him from behind. Whispering assurance of their final child of love.

As much as he yearned to meet her and rest in her soft embrace, he had a duty and that was to care for his and his beloved children. She wouldn't have it any other way otherwise she'd rattle his tabs of with threats to his family jewels.

"A blessing from Alyssa, he is. There is no finer reminded of my daughter." King Jaehaerys chuckled a very painful one.

"He is like his mother without her rowdy personality at his age. Ever a warrior and proud targaryen. If her relationship with meleys was a indicator, he and that dragon will be inseparable." Baelon said without his pain being hided.

Clenching the rail, his old father patted him remeniscing of their previous full house. "We've lost almost everyone father, Aemon, Alyssa, Gael, Saera, Maegelle, Daella. It carries on. Will the next generation be better."

Jaehaerys looked upon again on his grandson and his dragon, he hoped, there will be a time where he would no longer be their for his kids and grandkids. There will be uncertain times without his rule but that was why men like Daemon and Aegor to change it for the good.

If they could squash the problems with each other the targaryen family would constant rise in futhur fame. Supporting their brother together while on the iron throne. Out of any Targaryen to love their family the most it was them.

Daemon needed to understand that Aegor wasn't at fault even before he came she was severely ill and randown. She was stubborn though, not wanting to die without giving her son one last child. So despite knowing her demise she ran into battle with her honor high and gave birth to Aegor. She might of never been on a battle field but she fought for Aegor, for her family.

So he answered his son, with assurance of their future, no dragon dream needed for him to ease his sons worry.

"We will pass but when we are gone, with the help of Aegor, Daemon and Viserys. Our family will live on. Facing the three heads of the targeryen family, all will be burnt by fire and blood. Until than, We must guide them for a better future."