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Chapter 2: The Brotherhood of House Targaryen

A young Aemon searched for his brother, he was wearing gear much too big for him to fit in.

Rhaegar promised him that he would teach him how to ride a horse, today. Said that all Princes need to learn how to ride a horse if they can't ride the dragons of old, he took that in stride as he dreamt of the two of them riding over hills and deserts.

The little boy loved his elder brother greatly, revering him and hoping to be just like his big brother when he gets older.

Giggling, the young Prince made it to his brother's chambers. "Rhaegar!" He called and knocked on the door, it opened and his older brother looked at him with a sad smile on his lips.

Rhaegar knew he promised Aemon to play, to teach him but he had found more books to learn from and is entranced to finished with the words and document them into his mind. The Crown Prince sighed heavily, standing straight to answer his little brother.

"I'm sorry, little dragon, I can't teach you right now." Aemon's sad expression was unendurable, he closed and locked his chambers and forced himself back to his desk to continue what he was doing. Outside, the disappointed younger brother walked away and soon enough began to sprint with tears stinging his eyes.

Years past, the elder brother spent less and less time with Aemon, neglecting him or passing his teaching unto others when he knew the younger brother just wanted him to show him everything.

Rhaegar delved deeper into his studies, into prophecies and history that has repeated itself these centuries since his family conquered it. Tears of blood and the feelings of ambition controlled the Realm, controlled the fates of the people.

He wanted to change that, he wanted to make the Realm stronger when he eventually took the throne when his father died.

Rhaegar had been patient. His father was growing madder and ailing with each passing year, the Duskendale incident left Aerys the Third in a weak state. He had been patient.

... Then the day came when he watched his little brother stand up for a lowborn man, a thief who had done what he did to feed his sibling. He held his tongue and closed his eyes when his little brothers cries echoed throughout the throne room, the future King did his best to hold back the tears.

Targaryen blood had once again spilled in these halls, he had enough of the chaos his House had sown within the Realm.

Yes, he did not wish his brother farewell when he was banished, it was because he had gathered a small group of his most loyal to his chambers to begin planning his coup against his father.

Brotherhood is the pillar that holds the dragon high, he would take the crown from his father and his brother's injuries and humiliation would be avenged.

The Kingdoms would have their peace, they would be given a better King than they had been forced to take.

Now, his brother is home. Rhaegar smiled and placed a firm hand on his little brother who had grown in his five years of banishment, a banishment that would be recorded as the straw that kindled a rebellion.

"Welcome home, brother." It meant a lot to him to say that to Aemon, yet, he was sure that Aemon felt differently.

His brother no doubt resents him for not saying goodbye or not trying hard enough to help him, it was painful with what became of their relationship but no matter what Aemon thought of him right now, it's wrong and he'll be shown that when the time comes.

Aemon looked at him with suspicion, confused at his actions and warmth.

"I... I am glad to be home, well, home with a select few of the people I care about." His little brother's eyes went unnoticed as they landed on Elia but he did notice, he knew for three years of his wife and his brother's feelings.

It angered him slightly no matter how much he ignored it, he couldn't let it all go. It made laying with her a little uneasy, parts of him wondering if she was always thinking of Aemon and he darkly wondered if Rhaenys was his at all.

He pushed it aside in the name of brotherhood, Aemon would never betray him in such away. He might resent me but he would never be that cruel. He thought to himself as he parted from his brother after their embrace.

"Brother, walk with me." He told his little brother who reluctantly did so, the two Princes left the chamber and began walking the halls and only until they knew there were no listeners.

"Have you been to see our father?" Rhaegar asked his brother, Aemon nodded uncomfortably to the question. "He's getting more and more insane as long as he is King." He told the second Prince who stopped and had a look of shock on his face.

"You're speaking treason, Rhaegar." He wanted to roll his eyes at Aemon, sighing deeply and turning to his brother.

"We can speak honestly, can we? We both know that the Kingdoms are being torn asunder by our father's hands, and the sycophants he carries around with him." He told Aemon of the importance of removing their father from his throne.

Aemon's defensive demeanor fell the moment his words spoke, his true feelings towards the King showing through his eyes. He was happy that they shared the same worries for the Realm, for the millions of people that live on this land.

"... What do you have in mind?" Aemon questioned with an eager tone of voice, he is ready to become part of his plans.

The two of them will bring an end to a tyrannical King who takes delight in watching his subjects get strung up on the rafters and burned alive in front of their families, an end to the destruction of loyal Houses who only wished to serve their liege, they would bring it all down.

The Realm will find peace with him sitting the throne, they would be the first in the golden age of the dragon.

"Come, brother, we have much to discuss for these coming months."

While the brothers talked about rebellion and the future of the Realm, Princess Elia and her daughter began to return to their own duties and that involved teaching the young Rhaenys the courtesies and rules of being a Princess of the Iron Throne.

Inside, the Dornishwoman thought of her husband's brother who had returned from his five-year absence.

Scoffing, she jested and knew banishment was the word she was looking for. She frowned as her memory of the one night they spent together at the Water Gardens, the night before her mother told her about the engagement to Rhaegar.

She and Aemon had gotten closer in the days that the Queen arrived, the family was to come as well but the King was needed at the capital, Viserys had just been born and the Crown Prince was elsewhere.

Aemon was very charming, for a boy that was a year or two younger than herself or Oberyn. It didn't take long before she was smitten by him, his light touches and the secret kisses were something that had attracted her to him on more than a physical level.

She loved him, she had fallen for the second son of the King.

The night they spent was something out of a dream, rolling around and holding on to one another like they would be torn apart by the slightest sign of departure. She laughed into his arms, he followed suit with a smile before kissing her deeply.

Once he had finished, aiding her to her climax they parted and fell on the bed. Their breathing was heavy, it calmed down after a few moments but the memory would be everlasting for them.

"I'm going to ask her, your mother." He said to her, rising from his position and turning to see her face. "I want you, always. I'll fight my brother if I have to." He added and it was so sweet of him to say that to her.

"And I want you, Aemon, in just these few days I have fallen for you." She said with a tear falling from her left eye, he caught it and rubbed the water between two of his fingers. "I love you, Aemon Targaryen and I don't want to go anywhere without you by my side." She whispered and an excited Aemon kissed her fully on the lips.

She never thought she'd have more than one Targaryen, she would rather have had only one.

Her mother had given her the news the next morning, she remembered crying in her chambers and when Aemon heard about it in the hall when her family, the Queen and her lover were eating. She had watched her love frown and get up and storm out of the hall, crestfallen and betrayed.

Elia married the Crown Prince a few months later, a year after that her daughter was born and then four months after that, she watched Aemon get whipped bloody for being a good man.

Five years have passed, she sees him for the first time embracing his brother who was also her husband.

It somewhat reminded her of the six years she had been married to Rhaegar, she tried and he had as well to make themselves as happy as they could. Around their fourth year together, she slowly began to fall for the future King but would always remember those short few days that she and Aemon spent at Sunspear and the Water Gardens.

She was torn between two loves, one was a fond young boy that docked with his mother and the other was the man that was with her when she gave birth to Rhaenys.

"Mother?" She looked down to her confused daughter, Elia smiled and cupped the girl's cheek.

Her daughter is such a special child, if only she could give her a sibling to play with. If I can't bear Rhaegar a son, Aerys is sure to force one out of Aemon... Or replace me. She thought grimly, royal marriages are rarely made out of love but reproduction and if the future or current Queen cannot give the future or current King a son then that means the woman is useless.

Just one son, it's what she can do, right?

Her health is of some concern, Rhaenys, as much as she came out healthy had left her in a weak state. Rhaegar had been afraid to try for a number of weeks after, she pushed him for fear that he wouldn't heed Aerys demands.

She prayed to the Seven, prayed for a son to be given to her.

Well, for now, she shall only care for the child she has. "Come, little bird. Let's get us something sweet to eat." Rhaenys jumped with joy and followed her mother to the kitchens.

As the Princess and her daughter looked for treats, within the throne room the King sat in complete silence, four of the Kingsguard forever by his side.

His Kingly mind pondered on his boys, his two eldest who are together once more. Aerys narrowed his eyes as the memory of telling his sons about the brotherhood between princes, that it is needed for the future of House Targaryen.

It was a believable dream, something he gave support to for many years after they were born and then like the wind blowing on a flame, that belief vanished like the light.

His vision inside of Duskendale, it is ever on his mind and remembered feeling the cold and the darkness that cloaked over his Kingdom.

It was then that he knew that brotherhood isn't going to protect the House of the Dragon. A King's strength is what is needed, the Kingdoms and their armies must be at my disposal. And that meant they needed to fear his wrath. Love and admiration aren't going to save them.

"It shall be fear... They will fear me or be forsaken to the cold." And if his sons do not follow the subjects then they to shall be forsaken.

A flickering image of the cold and blue eyes made him grip his throne, he wasn't going to simply let demons and monsters and rebels take his power. He'd show them that the dragon still means something, he would show them the fire that still bellows within his blood.

Anyone that breaks his peace will wake the dragon, and be burned to naught but ash and bone.

Laughing to himself within the hall, the King and his guards did not see the still young spymaster watching them, eyeing how the Mad King gripped his throne despite a blade cutting through his fabrics on the left arm.

To be truthful, he never thought the King would be so crazed, if he had then he might have said no to the offer of employment and position. Ah, but then the people might have been worse off than when he did take the offer, the people of Westeros needed him.

They need someone to protect them and support their interests, not the nobles who walk over them or slaughter their families or burn them with Wildfire.

His spies also saw the two brothers walking and talking, plotting or catching up? He doesn't know, Varys swore to find out the truth.

Varys thought a treasonous thought, wondering if their talks will be a hindrance or a boon to the people. The King might have to be replaced, all that needs to be decided is who's head to put the crown on after that ugliness. Varys said in his mind, smiling and turning away from the laughing dragon who sat the Iron Throne... For now.

These next several months will be met with plot after plot, scheme against scheme and if worse comes to pass, sword fighting against sword on the field of battle.

Either way, a new age is coming to the continent of Westeros and Varys waits with bated breath on what age that may bring.

AN: So ends chapter two, don't forget to review and thank you all for your support.