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( The Targaryen Dynasty Parents)

His father used to await for them in the Great Hall, for them in the Great Hall, his eyes were always sharp, his tongue even sharper.

“Is thit what the heir of the golden blood of old Valyria looks like? Is that a dragon?! ” He used to spat.“ How can I place the weight of House Targaryen's destiny on shoulders so frail, so weak?! He stands as lifeless and silent as Dragonstone stones!! Where is the fire?? Myhaps I was a fool to hope for greatness, for more.. Perhaps he is no more than a dullard! Maybe Visenya is the one who will led that House after all!! ”

“He’s still a child, Aerion,” his mother would say, “But he is a dragon too, my little dragon. When the time comes, he will spread his wings and soar to greatness.” She would press her lips to his forehead, then to his cheek, “ I know this.. I know this ”

“ Child or not, he is the heir to the dragons, he is meant to a dragonlord not some meek scholar lost in scrolls, we have a maester in the castle and I won't allow my son and heir to be one. He will not stay a child forever, and this hiding among books will not make a great Lord. Such things never have, and never will. ”

His father's words often made his skin crawl. But in time, Aegon simply ceased to care. Alone, he was free. Perhaps he didn’t want to listen anymore. Perhaps he never had.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52630840/chapters/155129461

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