By Bear

They both hurriedly put on their clothes as they rushed down the Broken Tower. That drunken oaf. He was a thorn in the Dragon’s side, no matter the circumstance. The two Lannister guards went with his new whore to give the woman an alibi as her cunt was stuffed with his Targaryen seed. In another act of mockery, following in his Father’s footsteps, he claimed the woman whom Robert claimed for himself.

As Aegon watched her ass bounce away, he was jolted by a voice from behind him. “Your grace,” the high-pitched voice began. He turned to find Bran bending the knee before him. He must have been waiting beneath the steps since he sent him away under the pretense of a white cloak. “I have been standing guard for you.”

He couldn’t help but smile despite the circumstance. The boy was trying to be a good Kingsguard. “You truly will become a great knight. Remember you must keep my secrets to yourself. That is how you will earn your whitecloak.”

He nodded his head in apparent excitement seemingly at the vision of a whitecloak, but his thoughts went to something more present. “Why were you making babies with …” Bran was too embarrassed to finish the question. “Isn’t she married?”

Aegon tried to thinking an excuse for Bran. He couldn’t say he just liked to fuck beautiful women. Or that he was the king and he could do as he pleases. The bright blue eyes of a child dashed away by the harsh powers of the Iron Throne. But he still had a lie in his mind. “I am a Targaryen. The chance to make babies with me is a blessing. My blood is better than everyone else. It gives me the power to ride dragons and hatch eggs. It gives me immunity to fire and heat. Wouldn’t having a child with my blood be a blessing?”

He looked to Bran in hopes that he had sold him on his lies. Bran only looked at him in confusion. “So why haven’t you blessed my mom with your babies? Why keep this a secret?”

He smirked at the thought of conquering Catelyn. His face was hidden between her pale breasts as he claimed her for himself. Her hips were made by the Maiden above to father royal bastards. But those thoughts quickly vanished as he thought of a new excuse. “You see, I keep it a secret as mortal men are jealous. They would rather strike me down than be blessed with my seed. As for your mother, she’ll need some convincing. Maybe you can help me on that end.” He jested as Bran nodded his head.

“I will,” he said before running away.

His violet eyes widened as he yelled out to Bran. “Wait, no. Don’t.” He immediately collected himself as he realized eyes struck his position. It was a problem to be dealt with at another time.

“We were attacked by a bear,” Lord Stark repeated to Aegon as stood over the man. The man who nearly brought the Seven Kingdoms to their knees. The one who wanted to **** his father. The man who once struck fear in King’s Landing for fear he would one day stop with wine and whore and return to war. But he was here, dead. Dead to a random bear found south of the wall. Not to the blade of a dragon. But to a random beast. It felt so anti-climatic for Aegon. All he had earned was the foul stench of a rotting corpse.

“And Robert thought he could fight it. He drank too much and thought himself a young lad. And no one was there to stop him. The bear had its way and by the time I arrived, Robert was dead. Even I earned a wound on my arm from trying to drag away his body.” Eddard’s wounds were soaked with blood from the scars that he earned.

“I must offer my condolences, Lord Stark. I know Robert was your greatest friend. And to have this happen so soon after, Lord Arryn. The Gods are cruel.”

“Winter is coming,” Lord Stark returned. Lyanna used that phrase enough times for Aegon to understand its deeper meanings. No matter how we live our lives, winter shall always come.

“That it does,” he looked off to Cersei and Myrcella who sat at the edge of the bed. Cersei pretended to shed some silent tears for her husband as his seed still stirred inside of her. Myrcella, on the other hand, shed genuine tears at the **** of the father. Her head pressed against her father’s cold dead hands.

“Your father was a good man. His **** has also left a large impact on the Seven Kingdoms,” Eddard revealed.

“It’s an end of an era; it seems.” It was Aegon’s time to rule. The lives of those who fought in the rebellion have long faded. It’s time for a new generation. The silence stirred to them both as Eddard leaned against the wall. It seemed that from the sweat, he seemed affected by his friend’s ****. He knew Robert would have hated him to stay near his body. In honor of him, he jerked his gaze to the door to leave.

“I’ll let those closest to him mourn before we let the silent sis…” He turned to see Eddard collapse as his legs crumpled from underneath him. It seemed he had caught some affliction of his own.

“Lord Stark,” he yelled as he made sure to catch his head from hitting the floor. “Someone, call the Maester.” The men rushed out of the room. It was troublesome for Aegon to lose two Lord Paramounts in one day.

Eddard Stark had found himself with great fever. It seemed that his wound was worse than he made it out to be. It had grown infected despite the treatment of the wounds. Unlike Robert, he bore no real ill will to Eddard. He was a brother to Lyanna and an uncle to Jaehaerys. He was family even if it wasn’t through blood.

It was a worrisome herald to his rule if **** were to follow it so quickly. He may not be as good of a ruler as he had hoped. Manderly’s liquor did help him calm his nerves although he made sure to limit his consumption due to its overpowering strength. Still, he sat in his chambers drinking his swill hoping that his nerves could be calmed so that he could become the kingly figure he was meant to be.

His spiralling thoughts were only interrupted by the knock of someone at the door. He had dismissed his guards to protect Eddard and to stay away from his room. He had not wanted anyone to see him in this state. “Who is it?” He yelled out in annoyance.

“It’s Bran,” the boy said as Aegon planted his hands into his face. Another problem he had to fix.

“Come on in,” he said as he put away his drink.

“Your grace,” he said while kneeling, “about giving women blessings.”

“Bran, that was supposed to be a joke. I did not want …” His words slurred to a stop as the door opened. His lavender eyes widened as he saw who entered the door.