Prologue

Aegon had spent all his life in Essos. He had been travelling the continent since as long as he could remember as he was raised by Arthur, Ser Arthur Dayne in the free cities. He trained him and showed him how to fight since he could stand up. Arthur had always been honest with Aegon, about his family. He knew that his father, Rhaegar was the heir to the iron throne, and died fighting at the Trident. He also knew that his mother died from fever shortly after giving birth to him in Dorne. Arthur was always kind to him. When he was younger, Aegon used to ask Arthur to tell him the tale of how he defeated the Smiling Knight. Though, he never like boasting, Arthur told Aegon the story, since it was the one the boy liked the most. Arthur was the young prince's hero. No matter where they went Arthur and him would help those in need. Arthur told him that a good king doesn't serves himself, but rather serves the people he rules. Aegon could only respect Arthur for that. He and Arthur only traveled under the name Jon for Aegon and Darth, for Arthur.

When he was 13, Aegon even found a valyrian steel sword in Northern Valyria, they hadn't spent much time there, only four days, but Aegon had found the sword. The blade was dark-gray, while the guard was dark red. The grip had a normal, straight form, but the pommel had two dragon wings made of obsidian at the end. When he found it and showed it to the knight, this one couldn't help but have pride for the boy, and told him that destiny had him found the blade, for him and his children after him. He wanted to offer it to Arthur, but Arthur already had one he called Dawn. Arthur had him name the blade. That was when Aegon examined it, and decided to call it Bloodwing, because of the hilt and the guard.

Now, Aegon was approaching his 15th nameday. And Westeros too. For his 15th nameday, Arthur had told him he would get to see his mother's family, the Starks. They had took a ship from Braavos, and Aegon had lost count of the time he spent on the ship, it must have been weeks. He knew his uncle Ned Stark had fought with Robert Baratheon for him to take his grandfather's throne, but Arthur also told him that his grandfather was a bad man, and that he shouldn't judge his uncle harshly because of this. The knight was now 38, though he had aged well.

Every day, Aegon was getting more and more excited to get to Westeros, for him he thought of it as an alien land. Everyday, when he woke up, he would grab Bloodwing, and get to the dock of the ship to see if they were here. And now, today, he finally saw his first glimpse of Westeros, in the distance he saw White Harbor, and he couldn't help but reach in front of the ship to try and see. He stared all day as they were approaching the city. Since they left Braavos his only thought was of Westeros. And now, he could finally see the continent