Baelon King of all Dragons

8th Moon, 101 A.C.

As the first century of Targaryen rule over Westeros came to an end, all the lords in the land had come to the ancient castle of Harrenhal, which has recently been claimed by the Crown under the right of conquest and the need for more space for future dragons. The lords and ladies of the realm stood in the hall of a hundred hearts, where at the end of the hall sat Jaehaerys Targaryen, first of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the first men, Lord of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm.

He was known as Jaehaerys the Conciliator, a good and wise king who brought Westeros and House Taragryen peace and prosperity like nothing they had ever seen before.

But as the Lords of Westeros looked at him on the far side of the hall, all they saw was an old and frail man who wished for his own peace instead of the peace of others.

As Archmaster Vaegon declared for all in attendance that Viserys Targaryen would be Prince of Dragonstone and heir to his grandfather, most of the lords let out a sigh of relief because they knew that now there wouldn't be any debates in their own houses about whether the eldest daughter should inherit their titles if the older son died without an heir or if they didn't have an older son.

But that was not the only thing those lords and nobles knew; they knew that after this day they would do whatever they could to bring their families in the favor of the next king, who seemed to be prince of Dragenstone only for a short while until the rest of the lifeforce in Jaehaerys gave out.

As the nobles thought about the implications of the choice, they made Vaegon keep talking.

"Additionally, his Grace King Jaehaerys has found it necessary to bind the lines of his sones Prince Aemon and Baelon together to accomplish that the crown is overjoyed to announce the betrothal of lady Laena Velaryon to Prince Baelon Targaryen son and Heir to the prince of Dragonstone viserys Targaryen, but because of the possibility, that lady Laena would only have one child that would inherit Driftmark, his grace has found it suitable to also betroth the prince to his younger sister Rhaenyra in the tradition of old Valyria."

As most of the Lords of the Realm were processing that news, smaller lords, including the liege Lord of the Kings Master of Coin Lyman Beesberry, were horrified by such a barbarical tradition to be continued; after all, only Aegon the Conqurer and Maegor the cruel would take more than one wife at the same time. And even then, it would be condemned by the faith.

But then, just as the chaos began to spread and the first cries of protest against the king's decision were heard, the whole castle began to tremble as all the Targaryen dragons whose riders were in the hall began to roar in union as they flew over the castle or landed on the broken ceiling. And leading them were Vermithor and Arrlithox, who both stood over the hall and looked down on the hall and the angered lords as if they were ants that just needed to be squashed by them.

After the Lords calmed down, they looked at the old and frail King, but in his place stood a man that wasn't frail anymore; no, there stood the man that lived to tell the tale about his murderous uncle Maegor; there stood the Piller of Strength that had forged a prosperous realm like no other before in Westeros; there stood the Rider of Vermithor King Jaehaerys in all his glory and strength that he could muster.

And by his side stood his heir Viserys Targaryen with his teenage son Baelon, but as they thought about that image, something inside of them was confused, and so they tried to look again deeper this time to find what they were missing, but as they looked into the lilac eyes of Prince Baelon, they weren't looking into the eyes of a man; they were looking into the confident and strong eyes of a dragon and a future king.

And as they thought about those eyes and what they held inside of them, they realized he was no teenager; he was a man in the body of a teenager, a teenager that shouldn't be a teenager but just a small boy of seven years old, a boy that should fear the big masses and be respectful of those assembled lords that were all more experienced than him.

But the look in his eyes only showed confidence in his ability to strike them down if necessary, with the same eyes that the prince Daemon, the rough prince, held.

But there was more in them; there was also intelligence and wisdom that one could only compare to those of the King that sat merely 5 feet away.

And all of them knew that if they questioned the King or that boy any further today, the dragons above and around the castle would fill their bellies to the brim.