3 Chapter 3

Deamon didn't think about the repercussions of being reborn, such as not being able to move and not being able to speak. So, his days were filled with sucking tits and trying to gain some sort of control over his newborn body. His speech at the moment came out as simple cute noises, Rhaegar the man who fucked up and led to the downfall of the Targaryen dynasty, technically him and Aerys, but whatever. His older brother would come in and sit and play with him, Deamon indulged his advances and gave him a couple of cute smiles and gurgles to make his brother happy. Deamon was considered a good baby, he didn't fuss or cry, only when he was hungry because he could not speak, His beauty gift finally kicked in full affect when servants would try to get a peek at him, it took a few weeks for the servants to stop looking at him like they were in a trance, but he would catch them still doing it. 

A few months went by, and Deamon developed and grew quite fast. I could feel my body filled with growing strength and untamed energy, so I used it by crawling everywhere and anywhere, I gave the wet nurses, and my mother had heart attacks when I went off exploring. I would crawl until Ser Barristan would find me, give me a smile, and return me to my prison. At night, I practiced my speech patterns, and so far, I can speak with incoherent sounds, but it is unprecedented for a few-month-old baby to do any of the things I do, but everybody just chopped it up to the gods favoring House Targayen. Well, they are somewhat right. 

Rhealla and her two sons were in her chambers, currently Her oldest son was reading a book to Deamon while carrying him, and Deamon was listening intently, but she doubted he knew what his older brother was even talking about. Looking at her two sons brought so much warmth to her heart and lately the court has been talking about how beautiful her son was and his rather fast development She had thought nothing of this, but when she took a look at her son, she saw his long eyelashes, cute nose, and heart shaped, deep, bright violet eyes that gave him the look of an angel. At first glance, people assumed he was a great beauty of a small girl but quickly realized he was a boy. She was brought out of her thinking when Deamon made a happy gurgle and looked up at his brother, bringing tears to her eyes, "CHEAGAR," her little angel said. 

'His second words' she thought. Deamon had said momma as his first word, then she quickly picked him up and tried to get him to say it again throughout the day. Her oldest looked shocked, then picked up his brother, laughing and starting to tear up at the same time. 'I fucked up the words' he had practiced it for a couple of days.

He never had a brother or any siblings, to be honest, but having the chance to have a mother and a brother was something I am looking forward to doing some cool shit together. He had an idea on who his first loyal servants would be, such as Barristan, Ser Arthur, and the Clegane brothers, for starters. His brother was still giving him the biggest smile and telling me how much he loves me and how he is going to read me lots of books in the future. 'Books are for pussys, but I'll let him' he thought as his mother guided them for dinner. 

1 YEAR LATER 

It's been officially one year since I've been reborn, and I can fully speak now, Despite my age, I looked three rather than one, my brother was taller than me, but just by an inch. My growth and intelligence shocked everyone, The high fat Septon declared I was truly blessed by the seven or whatever the fuck, but now that I could speak correctly, it was time for my for my first servants.

I plan to reveal my ability to make Valyrian steel weapons and armor, but not until I grow up a bit more, The healing magic reveal, will be a spectacle, he needed the right opportunity. 

Ser Barristan was making his way to his quarters when he noticed the young prince Deamon walking towards him, dressed in a black shirt and black breeches with the famous Targaryen symbol decorated on the chest.

"Ser Bold, I need to speak with you," the prince's angelic voice called out to him, Ser Barristan smiled down at the name, Deamon had always called him the bold and would follow him around and convince him to carry him on his shoulders and run around the keep. He could never deny the prince; it was something about his eyes that made him want to comply with the prince's demands. 

"My prince, how may I help?" he asked, and the prince gave him a smile and then placed his hand on his own and said, "Unyielding Servant,"

A shock of electricity went through his body, He felt his body revert to his youth; he felt powerful, strong, and fast. A man was reborn, and when he looked down at his prince—no, not prince, master, or king, no no his god. "I am your unyielding servant, what will you have me do, my god?" he said with a determined look on his face" He felt that king was too tame for his new sire, but he waited till he was addressed. 

"Nothing yet Ser Bold, and just call me Prince Deamon while we are in public view, Go on with your duties, but when i reach the age to wield a weapon, you will train me and keep me informed of things going on around the keep." Barristan wanted to plead and beg to serve him and not the lustful Aerys, but he would do what was asked of him, no matter what. What he did not notice was that he looked younger, and his body looked bigger and stronger than before as he bowed his head and left his precious prince. 

'Good, it worked, now for the nex-' he was brought out of musing when his brother shouted his name, "DEAMON! There you are," he turned around to see his brother running towards him and giving him the tightest hug his brother could muster. Rhaegar releases him and gives him a genuine smile, "Come, little brother, let's go to the library," he says as he takes his hand and leads him to more books. 

Rhaegar loved his new brother, and Deamon grows fast and likes it when he reads to him, He felt lonely before Deamon came along, always playing by himself and watching other children laugh and play knights while he simply sat and watched from afar. He didn't like it when people looked at his brother for too long, it made him angry to notice their weird stares at his little brother. 'Deamon was his alone, and no one else's' he thought as they went into the library to read together.