Chapter One:
Heirs to the Throne
Year 350 after Aegon's Landing
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Castle of Seagard
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A servant entered the main hall inside the newly finished Castle of Seagard.
On the small throne to the right of the fire is sitting Lord Lancel Frey.
Lord Lancel is an 57-years old man of average posture. He's been the Lord of the Crossing since year 329 AL.
His hair have been gray since the year 330. Next to him sits his wife Daella.
Fifteen years younger than her husband and nephew. She's dressed simple for her stature.
After a few seconds Lord Lancel recognizes his servant. 'Yes Lyonel?'
'Milord, the last round shall begin soon.'
'Ahh yes that. We probably should be there to see who wins this damned tournament. Who shall we see fight?'
'Milord...., your own son made it into the the last round he will..'
'My son? Alesander? Really... My Dear do you hear that. Alesander actually is good for something more than whoring around'
'Milord...'
'How did he manage to do it? Did he pay everyone off that small weasel? Yes probably.'
'Milord...'
'Yes Lionel?'
'It's not Alesander Milord, but Aegon that made it into the last round'
'Aegon? He entered a tournament? He actually woke up before the sun? Did he hit his head on his last raid?
Ohh well let's get on with it. Who is the opponent of my son?'
'Ser Gilbert Frey, milord'
'Ohh this will be fun'
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'Aegon....Aegon wake up. You have to get up.'
'Ten more minutes Daeny.'
'No now, everyone is already waiting. You should have been getting ready hours ago.'
'Ahh yes. The tournament. I shall show that little bastard of Gil that he's too old for this.'
Aegon finally stood up. Although of average height like his father, he's very muscular. He has long dark brown hair that he wears just like his grandfather Lord Ryman Frey did. Or atleast how they are pictured on the big painting of the old Lord of the Crossing in the Main-hall of the Twins Castle. His face is clean-shaven. They say he has a Lannister jaw he inherited through his great-grandmother Genna. Only one thing sells him as having Valyrian blood. His big purple eyes.
'My Dear tonight you shall sit next to a Tournament Winner! Tonight we shall dine in glory!'
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'What is it, my brother? Don't look so grim. You actually resemble our father right now. Come on.'
Aegon looks at his grinning brother. 'You don't get it. I am better than him. I should have won.'
'Cheer up! Look around you. Look at all those girls dancing around. Look at what Mother gave them. mmm.'
'Bah Alesander. You only think about ass in that little head of yours.'
'Now you sound like our mother.'
'Come on Alesander. Your wife and kids sit not ten meters from us.'
'To hell with Cymella. Look there to your left. Yes there. Just turned sixteen. The daughter of Ser Glavias.
I think her name is...Alesander takes a bite in his apple and mutters with a big grin 'Gunhild. Ahh what a picture.'
Astonished Aegon looks at his older brother. Just about as he was to say something he noticed his father was standing behind them.
'Ahh there you are. How's your shoulder?'
'Just fine father'.
'Good, Good.' Lord Lancel follows with his eyes where Alysander is staring. The little blond girl of Erenford.
He puts his hand on Alesander's shoulder and shakes him a bit.
'Pay attention. Duty first. Do, what you do not do to your wife later. Your mother is waiting for you in the South Tower.
It's important so go there now.'
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'Ahh my sons. I just received a letter from the Free Cities. My uncle and your great-unlce Aegon died.'
Alesander looks not amused. 'Is that why we had to come here in this hurry? So what of him. He was exiled long ago.' Daella looks at their sons with a grim look on her face. 'You don't understand he was the last in line. Well not the last. But the last of the name. Your uncle Aegon Targaryen was the son of the last Dragon King
Rhaegar I. My mother Daena was Aegon's sister. I'm the last of the Dragon blood my sons. And you with me. You are the last heirs to the Dragon Throne.'
Alesander just stares in front of him. Unbelieving in what he just heard. Aegon on the other hand starts laughing.
Both his mother and brother look at him with disbelief. 'Why are you laughing Aegon? Do you know what this means? Do you know what will happen when King Lucas I hears about this? What's so funny about that?'
Aegon stops laughing and has the all knowing look on his face. 'My dear brother. Have fun tonight with your girls. Tomorrow starts the real fun. The fun of war.'
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