Soft Was the Breath the King Spoke

Haemon 129, Viserys' Room.

"It was a good dinner father". I visited father after the dinner, to inform him of what happened. He was the one who wanted the dinner. Might as well tell him.

"The boys made some excellent toasts." A wheeze followed my comment.

"I'm sorry..."

"For what father?"

"The dream..."

"What do you mean father?"

"Aegon...Prophecy" I approached his bed.

"I don't understand. Help me understand."

"The prince that was promised...Aegon..."

"Your son Aegon?"

"The prince to unite the Realm against the cold and dark..." I walked over to his tea stand.

"It is you...You are the one...You must do this...Please...No more...No more." I only stood there shocked.

"Why do you do this to me? Burden upon burden you give me. It is not fair..." He gave a shallow cough and wheeze. "I am just one man. Yet you give me the realm on my shoulders. You have the wrong prince father. My name is not Aegon. Maybe another one down the line" He groaned.

"My love..." I sighed. The same thing happened to the Old King upon his death bed.

"I will watch over Rhaenyra, father. You have my word. This is goodbye. Rest well." I left then. Seeing Alicent walk to his room. Another family member to die and I helpless to save them. My father is surely a Cunt, but he was still my father. He will be missed. Now plans to make and plans to follow. It will be some time until I get some good rest. I saw Meleys fly off into the distance. Good. My children are safe. Time to put a bumper into Otto's plans.

Author's note.

Really short chapter. I just wanted Haemon and Viserys one final moment alone together, to show the less hateful side of Haemon. Because he does hate his father but also loves him for all he's done for him