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~~~Aerys Targaryen, Ninth Moon, 277 AC~~~

~~~Ocean Road, Westerland~~~

An unworthy king, a weak king, a dirty king, I was aware of the titles many of the lords whispered between walls, silent for fear I would cut out their filthy tongues and throw them into a brazier, years of holding this kingdom together, at the cost of my health, at the cost of a home with my family, at the cost of my entire human side.

I could not even sit comfortably on my throne, what a disgrace.

My family had survived many tragedies, the doom of Valyria was the most significant and most recognized, but those that came after were no less severe, the struggle with the faith, the dance, the Blackfire, and now, the closest, the tragedy of Summerhall.

That event had left a family bankrupt, broken to its very foundations, leaving only five members who could carry on the line, but the Targaryens were strong, in our veins ran fire rather than blood, and if my father would not bend, I would least of all.

Or so I thought, my wife, my beloved Rhaella, had been suffering miscarriage after miscarriage, which had left her in a state of terrible and detestable health, my eldest son and heir, were immersed in fantasy stories without discerning that the real danger was in the people who approached us asking us for things, the lords who sought better states.

A kingdom that watched us constantly, so great was my burden, and so great would be Rhaegar's burden, but he ignored that and immersed himself more in his books, in his harp, and in his music, and it was not that I did not enjoy his talent, I treasured it.

Amid so much misfortune, so much sorrow, and pain, Rhaegar managed to have a healthy hobby that saved him in times of stress and intrigue, which was fantastic, but the problem came when he neglected the rest, the important ones... The dangerous ones.

Speaking of dangers, a very big one was riding next to me, Azrael Jaesyrian.

The boy a little older than Rhaegar already had more power in his hands than many Targaryen kings in the age of dragons, even here in Westeros came stories of the Dothraki nomads, wild men, not to say savages, masters of horses, and certainly the deadliest cavalry in the open field.

A single Khalasar was feared and shunned, and Azrael, for all he knew, had them all in his possession. Take the best at their craft, equip them with proper tools, and add more numbers, and you have an unstoppable drive, that was what the Dothraki became, the two Blood Riders protecting him were a testament to that.

Armor of a metal much stronger than Valyrian steel, potions with unknown effects, and a fleet to land anywhere made the Dothraki, the new Dothraki, the most powerful cavalry in the world.

Add to that the Unsullied, the best-trained and deadliest infantry in the known world, capable of taking on the ancient Dothraki in smaller numbers and emerging victorious, lifeless men in the service of their master... Or their king. And if that wasn't enough.

Then Endoxes was, the dragon of Azrael, that creature that we both expected, was what united the seven kingdoms, and no doubt, possibly was what created Xandar, the power of a dragon was indisputable, and when you had not only that, but a trained army, and a fleet that would take you to the ends of the world.

You became a danger to everyone, that was why when Varys informed me that Azrael was coming, I did not hesitate and decided to attend, missing something like that was not in my plans, Varys taught me a fool if I thought I did not know what he did, the ideas, the advice, while his service was very well received, I understood, that his loyalty was not with me, nor with the kingdom. I did not know who he was with, but it was better to leave it at that than to lose a good servant and be blind and deaf in the affairs of my kingdom.

It was that I wanted Rhaegar to understand, the big picture of things, how the world was rapidly changing, how the balance of power was tipping to one side more than the other, but I did see it, and the beneficent side of the balance was the one I wanted to be on, the one I wanted my family to be on.

I knew that while Azrael was close and familiar, he was still an outsider, a conqueror, his interests and aspirations were unknown, and that was the greatest danger, but instead of attacking that damage, I accepted it, molded it, and used it to my advantage.

That was what I thought of when I let them open their bank branch in King's Landing, now Westeros had control of its economy without having to cross a sea to access its fortune, the capital felt a respite, merchants swarmed into the capital to trade with the Central Bank, and that in turn brought gold into the coffers.

While Tywin won by committing himself to Lady Janna, I already had the upper hand, for amid trouble and conflict, I already had an impregnable and untouchable fortress in my city, for no one would dare touch the Bench on Rhaenys Hill.

"ROOOOOOOOOOAARG!"

And that was the reason.

My horse reared up, so much so that Ser Gerold had to come over himself and help me control the animal. A gust of wind made my hair sway every which way. But that didn't worry me in the least; my mind was busy catching every movement, every flapping, every noise of that beauty.

Endoxes, Azrael's dragon, was different from how the books portrayed the Targaryen dragons. He had four legs instead of two, and his wings grew from his shoulders instead of being his front supports. But that difference did not make it strange; no, it made it unique and beautiful.

Who knew, for over a hundred years no dragon would ever take to the skies again, but now, one was doing it again, and a non-Targaryen one at that, I sighed, thinking how low my house had fallen.

The dragon circled us twice, and despite its considerable size, it maintained surprising agility and speed, though I repeated myself thinking that there were no other dragons to compare, so perhaps they were all like that.

Endoxes slowed down as he approached the ground, touching the ground with his two powerful hind legs and then standing quadrupedally, bringing his wings closer to his body, thus creating the illusion of looking smaller, which was hard to imagine, because he was certainly taller than many towers in the Crakehall fortress.

Azrael was the one who reacted first, he approached the dragon while still on his horse, something that spoke of how well he handled the animal, keeping it calm even while being close to a predator. But hey, he was a Khal, and horses were supposed to be almost kindred spirits to the Dothraki.

The dragon made no sound, only a loud, heavy sound every time he swung one of his powerful legs.

From purple scales covering his wings, legs, neck, and tail, to a dull golden color on his chest and lower neck, they made him look majestic, and his bronze-colored, crown-shaped horns looking skyward made him look like a king. And no doubt he was. For nothing else could stand up to him.

Endoxes elicited a slight shudder as he lay on his chest and belly, as he let himself be petted by Azrael, who turned and beckoned me to come closer, something I was already desperate for him to do. Unlike him, I wasn't confident to approach on horseback, so I got off my steed and walked over.

Slowly but surely I approached, and up close he was a thousand times more beautiful, his jaw was short and triangular, and folds of grayish-white skin fell from his chin, resembling a beard, while huge teeth protruded from his mouth even when it was closed.

And his eyes, bronze in color, almost like molten gold, with a black pupil that radiated, to my bewilderment, a level of intelligence higher than a dragon, or a beast itself, could have.

"King Aerys, present Endoxes, Endoxes, this is Aerys," Azrael introduced us, and while the act seemed unreal, as he was speaking to a dragon, something that no matter how much symbolism with the gods he had, he would not be able to understand human language, but I was wrong.

For Endoxes raised his lips, or the closest thing to it, exposing his teeth, but showing a hint of a smile, something that took me by surprise, as the dragon moved his head closer to me, and as much as my family had a history with dragons, being in front of one was unreal, so moving away was out of my control.

However, Endoxes only sniffed, then released a snort, releasing smoke and fumes from his nostrils, as I felt the chill his breath emitted, rather than the warmth dragons were said to possess.

"Come on, let's take to the skies," Azrael snapped me out of my anticipation, as he dismounted from his horse and began to climb with the aid of a rope ladder to the saddle atop the dragon's sword. Without thinking, I followed him, not thinking about the impact this would have, on etiquette, none of that mattered, nor if the act was about some trap because I was about to ride a dragon.