Around 8 years later (92AC).
Aemon died a crossbow bolt through the neck in Tarth.
Grandmother was distraught and only left her chambers to eat and or fly.
The funeral happend when my father arrived back from Tarth carrying aemons body to the pyre.
As the lords and ladies watched vhagar, silver wing, vermithor, and meraxes opened thier jaws and gave him the burial a Targaryen prince deserved.
Jaehaerys wasted no time on naming my father his heir to avoid rhaenys taking the chance to try and reinstate herself as a contender to the iron throne.
I've spent my time training with goldclaw(the sword) and dragon scale and I've grown into a well built young man broad shoulders and long hair I managed to get knighted a few months back and had gained the moniker Viserys the Golden.
But after being knighted baelon could no longer hold of the suitors in the end I was betrothed to Aemma Arynn my cousin which I find revolting.
Well not as revolting as daemon finds his from what I've heard from the small group of people I associate with he's started calling her the Bronze Bitch.
My brothers jokes aside rhaenys had a child a year ago a son laenor unfortunately for the lords his dragon egg was still warm so no chance he would try to claim a different one.
On the topic of my betrothal I had spoken with my grandfather and he had said that once aemma married her blood back into the family she would be allowed her birthright.
When I had told her the news instead of looking exited like I had expected her to be she looked terrified.
When I saw this I questioned her about her fears.
It turns out despite living in the eyrie most of her life she was scared of heights.
I was shocked so shocked I almost let loose the small chuckle which was building up in throat but I managed to contain it.
When I explained to her that riding a dragon was different she expressed a small interest in dragons but not flying so I took her to the kingswood to see Gelior as he was to big to be in the pits but what really suprised me was that Vhagar and my father were there.
When I questioned him as to why he replied that it seems Vhagar and Gelior had become mates and Vhagar was in the middle of nesting which for a dragon that size would in fact take around five years to build her nest.
When I asked why did she not go to dragonstone or the pit.
He told me that Gelior had discovered a dormant dragon spring (my take on a Westeros name for small volcano) in the hills and had thus excavated a cave but it still needed a lot more editing to make it a good environment for dragon eggs.
When I heard that I laughed at my father as he would be grounded for 5 to 6 years
As he walked away grumbling about stupid kids and how he should have claimed a male dragon I called after him and reminded him to take his liver medicine.
As it turns out even though I knew that he died of a burst liver in the future what I didn't know was that he had always had a weak liver.
When I had found out I went straight to grandfather and told him that baelon shouldn't drink and a medicine concoction I remembered my original world Nan making for liver pain.
Back to the dragons,
When we got to the cave I felt a boiling heat coming from it but my years flying Gelior had
Gotten me accustomed to it aemma on the other hand hadn't when I noticed her discomfort I decided not to enter and instead whistled for Gelior to come out which he did begrudgingly I had found out that he did not like being woken up from his naps unless to eat or well eat.
When I had Gelior bring his head down to our level I then had aemma come and stroke his nose when she touched his golden scales a sense of comfort came across her face.
As she realised what had happened she jumped away but kept her eyes on Gelior in awe.
Me seeing this asked the only thing I could think of said " do you want a ride"
She looked at me and seemed to consider it.