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"Seven above, why have you cursed me so?'
Otto Hightower lamented bitterly as he ran through the halls of the Velaryon castle in search of his quarry, surrounded by a few Targaryan guards whose loyalty he'd previously ensured was only to him.
Where the fuck was the brat?
Otto cursed as another door opened revealed an empty room.
Every last child of Alicent was…. Well, they were all fuck ups of the highest order.
Aegon, the boy who would one day be king (and godsdammit he would be, there was not a fucking chance he put up with Viserys, Daemon and Rhaenyra for decades only to for his grandson not to sit the throne) was a blithering idiot with abysmal skill in pretty much everything.
Aemond was a rogue, reckless to the extreme and for the love of all the gods that sense of insecurity was ridiculous. For fucks sake, the boy gained the largest dragon in the world only to promptly lose a fucking eye because he couldn't help but gloat. To children. One of whom hadn't even reached his tenth year. Who then proceeded to take out his eye. Dumb fuck was too nice a term, honestly.
Daeron was good with a blade… and that was pretty much it. Though to be fair, he was still young.
Halaena was…. Halaena. That shouldn't be self explanatory but because the gods hated him it fucking was!
And the last in a long list of dissappointements that made him want to punch someone (Daemon, preferably, the smug cunt)…. Aenar
Fucking fucking fucking fucking Aenar!
The boy who could apparently see the future( what the fuck? Godsdamned Targaryans!) and who had singlehandedlet destroyed any chance of Aegon or any of his other fuck up- any of his other grandchildren sitting the throne.
Because Viserys believed him. Why, he did not know, but it was clear he did.
Fuck! Why couldn't the man keep focusing on his godsdamned toys and figurines and leave the ruling to him?
Forget the throne, if Viserys was given a chance, he would likely lose hos head, Alicent may be cast aside and his legacy and that of house Hightower would forever be far tarnished.
Absolutely not. He did not suffer the woes of Targaryans (Daemon the smug cunt, riding a dragon didn't make you better than everyone!) for it to end this way. Because of a godsdamen child.
(And also because it was likely Daemon would kill him. No, fuck that. The cunt was not getting that satisfaction. Why the fuck couldn't he have stayed in Pentos? Or better yet take his overinflated ego and that abominable blood wyrm of his and fly straight into the Doom? He oh so loved his Valyrian heritage after all, why not experience it personally? He'd even fund the trip if it came down to it and knit him a fresh fucking blanket if it would get him to fuck off faster! )
No, he could not let it end this way.
He nearly cried out in triump when he caught a flash of silver and kept forward to grab onto the idiot boy.
"Let me go!" Aemond hissed
"Listen to me you one eyed idiot!" He snarled
"I'm -
"listen" He hissed urgently " the fate of your house house depends on it. "
The boy listened as Otto began to describe his plan, his one last gamble to ensure his blood's supremacy. There would be no more failures, no more disappointments, The Hightower-Targaryans would trium-
"The fuck are you doing?!"
Both of them and their guards whirled around to see-
Oh for the love of all the fucking gods, why?!!
Aenar stood there, dragon at his side, a look of steadily budding outrage on his face.
"Grandfather" The boy hissed "You- You are, aren't you?!"
That tone did not bode well. From the corner of his eye, he could see Aemond bolt. Perhaps the little shit could actually listen to orders.
"Aenar" he would have to play this carefully, he was well aware of the dragon "I'm not sur-
"You're plotting!" The boy screamed in outrage, and the beast snarled "Motherfucker, I decide to flip the fucking board and you decide to try and pick up the pieces?!"
Fuck
"I assure you" he began quickly, but was cut off
"ah hell no!" The boy cut off, something final in his tone and Otto paled "You're an asshole and I hate you. Mostly. What you need to get is that the time for speeches and politicking and your game of fucking thrones is done. Now?
The boy grinned, and suddenly Daemon was the least of his concerns
"Now is the time for the game to end" Aenar shrugged "And also playback for the last decade of mortal terror you assholes forced me to live with. Take your pick. Sick em, Stormchaser!"
Fucking Targaryans!