001

"Give it back!"

A boy of five name days old growled as he glared at another boy, six name days old.

Both of them had silver-gold hair and bright purple eyes.

"Oh!?" the six-year-old boy exclaimed, raising an eyebrow, "what if I didn't?" He asked.

He then showed the book, the one which the five-year-old wanted to retrieve, and with a sly smile on the older one's face, "What if I tore it down, little brother?"

The youngest glared at his elder brother, his face twisted in anger while he gritted his teeth, "I swear to the gods, Daemon, give it back or else?"

Daemon's eyes glinted with mischief as he walked close to his brother.

With a smirk on his face, he slid his fingers across the book's spine as he asked, "Or else what, Aenys?"

Aenys glared at the boy in front of him, "or else I will beat the shit out of you!" he exclaimed as he curled his hands into fists and punched Daemon in the solar plexus.

BANG

Daemon's eyes bulged, and his face reddened in pain.

THUD

The book in his hands slipped as he fell to his knees; Aenys's punch felt like a hammer to Daemon. He glared at Aenyswith rage and pain as he muttered, "You little—"

BANG

But before he could end his sentence, another punch landed on his face, right on his cheek, shutting him up.

Aenys glared at his brother for a moment before he crouched down to take the book back, but his eyes widened when he saw a fist hurling towards his gut.

BANG

"Gahh!!"

Aenys was sent tumbling down to the ground while he clutched his stomach in pain.

Daemon, not wanting to let the chance go, jumped on Aenys and punched him again in the face, "I will teach you how to be respectful to your elder, little brother."

But Aenys, not wanting to be outmatched, put his guard up and pulled his legs in around Daemon's neck and pushed him away, "You are not worthy!"

Both the brothers had reddened cheeks while Daemon had trouble breathing; Aenys had trouble standing upright.

But both their eyes shone with hatred while they glared at each other, rage boiling from within, and before long, they both rushed at each other, sending punches.

BANG

Daemon tried to punch Aenys in his face but missed and hit his shoulder, while Maegor's fist grazed Daemon's cheek.

The siblings exchanged lunches with reckless abandon, uncaring of their wounds, uncaring of their surroundings.

Their eyes locked with the other; purple met purple, and they both understood one thing: both wanted to beat the shit out of each other.

…..

In long, dim hallways of the Red Keep, two knights were walking along while chatting with each other.

Their shift had ended and they were eager to go out to some whore house.

"Hah! You have to hear her moans! She begged me to continue! Her tits though! Gods bless her tits! They were amazing!" one of them exclaimed while the other listened.

They crossed another hallway and were about to take a turn when one of them spotted something from the corner of his eyes.

He turned to look at what it was, but his eyes widened in shock and he immediately hit his companion in the chest, grabbing his attention, "Hey! Come, quick!"

He didn't wait for the other knight and rushed forward.

The other knight frowned as he turned around, his eyes widening in shock as he rushed forward, following the other knight.

Before them were two kids, wantonly punching each other; they both had wounds all over their faces, with one of them missing a tooth and the other having a bleeding nose.

"Quick! Separate the princes!" the knight yelled as he grabbed Aenysand pulled him out. "Calm down, Prince!" he said, while the other knight did the same with Daemon.

The siblings, undeterred by the knights' intervention, flailed their arms about, trying to break away from the knights.

"Princes, calm down!" the one holding Daemon urged as he tightened his grip around Daemon.

"Release me! I command you! I will fucking kill that shit!" Daemon cursed as he wiped the blood off his nose.

He felt a searing pain and difficulty in breathing, but that did not stop him.

Aenys was silent; the taste of iron filled his mouth with blood leaking from his missing tooth.

He gulped down the blood and said, "I hate you!"

….

My name is Aenys II. The youngest of Prince Baelon and princess Alyssa.

And I have a secret… I have memories of my past life.

I used to be a fighter pilot. The best in my generation. But I was killed in war when one of my own turned against us, killing the whole squadron.

I thought that was the end for me. But when I was born again, I was surprised. Even more so when I was the third son of Alyssa Targaryen, the mother of Viserys Targaryen, the one who caused the Dance!

For the first year, I was worried, worried that my new mother might die like in the books.

In the books, she died a few months later after giving birth. But I was happy when she didn't; she is alive and well.

I tried to get along with my brothers, but you have seen what it resulted in.

I get along with Viserys, my eldest brother. But I hate Daemon!

I don't know the reason why, nor do I care about why I hate him. I just do!

We always bicker whenever we have the chance, and it wasn't the first time we fought either, and it certainly won't be the last.

Currently, we are being dragged by the knights. Where are we going, you might ask?

Well, I don't know, but I have an inkling that it would either be our mother or, most likely, our grandmother, the Queen of Westeros, Alysanne Targaryen!