Chapter 4

"Lord Corlys," Jaehaerys greeted with a warm smile as he approached. "How fares your beloved wife, my cousin Rhaenys, and your children Laena and Laenor? I trust they are in good health and spirits?"

"I'm grateful for your inquiry, Prince Jaehaerys," Lord Corlys replied with a respectful nod. "Rhaenys and the children are in good health and high spirits, thank you. They send their regards and look forward to seeing you."

"Is it true that Laena has managed to claim the mighty dragon Vhagar for herself?" Jaehaerys inquired, his interest piqued.

"Yes, indeed," Lord Corlys replied with a proud smile. "Laena has shown remarkable skill and courage in bonding with Vhagar. She has formed a strong connection with the dragon, and they make a formidable pair."

"I am pleased at hearing this news," stated Jaehaerys, "I remember when Vhagar was my father, Prince Baelon's mount. He would often take me on a ride atop Vhagar, with Gaelithox following behind Vhagar of course."

Lord Corlys is surprised at the prospect of Gaelithox, formerly the Cannibal, following the Prince around like a puppy.

"Yes, Gaelithox has been a loyal companion since my youth," Jaehaerys explained with a fond smile. "He's not like other dragons. Despite his fearsome reputation, he has always been protective of me, much like a guardian. It's quite remarkable how our bond has grown over the years."

Lord Corlys nodded, impressed by Jaehaerys's connection with Gaelithox. "Truly remarkable indeed, Prince Jaehaerys," he replied, admiration evident in his tone. "It speaks volumes of your character and the bond you share with your dragon."

Jaehaerys turned to see Otto Hightower, the Hand to the King, and took a moment to meet his gaze before offering a cordial greeting.

"Lord Hightower," Jaehaerys greeted with a nod, acknowledging the Hand of the King.

Otto Hightower returned the nod, his expression guarded as he acknowledged Jaehaerys's greeting.

"Lord Beesbury, Lord Strong, it's a pleasure to see you both," Jaehaerys greeted warmly, extending his hand to each of them in turn.

Lord Beesbury and Lord Strong return the greeting with polite nods, expressing their pleasure at seeing Jaehaerys back in King's Landing.

Jaehaerys approached Ser Ryam Redwyne, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, with a warm smile. "Ser Ryam," he greeted respectfully, "it's good to see you again. You taught me much about swordsmanship, and I've always treasured those lessons."

Ser Ryam returned Jaehaerys's smile with a nod of acknowledgement. "It's good to see you too, Prince Jaehaerys," he replied warmly. "I've heard of the reputation you've earned in Essos with your sword. Your skill with a sword has always been commendable, but it's your honor and integrity that truly set you apart."

Jaehaerys inclined his head graciously, his expression grateful for Ser Ryam's kind words. "Thank you, Ser Ryam," he said sincerely. "Your guidance and wisdom have always been invaluable to me, and I am grateful for the lessons you imparted."

Jaehaerys carefully unsheathed Dragon's Wrath, the Valyrian Steel Sword glinting in the sunlight. He extended it toward Ser Ryam with a respectful nod, inviting the seasoned knight to inspect it.

Ser Ryam's eyes widened in awe as he beheld the gleaming blade of Dragon's Wrath. He reached out, his fingers tracing the intricate patterns etched into the Valyrian steel. "A magnificent sword," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "Truly a weapon fit for a Targaryen."

Intrigued, Viserys leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Dragon's Wrath with a mix of curiosity and admiration. "Jaehaerys," he began, his voice laced with intrigue, "where did you acquire such a magnificent blade?"

Jaehaerys met his brother's gaze, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I had it forged by the skilled blacksmiths of Qohor," he replied, his tone filled with pride. "They are renowned for their expertise in reforging Valyrian steel."

Viserys nodded thoughtfully, impressed by his brother's choice. "A wise decision," he acknowledged, his expression turning contemplative. "May it serve you well in the days to come, Jaehaerys."

Otto's inquiry cut through the air, his tone laced with skepticism as he directed his question at Jaehaerys. "And where, may I ask, did you acquire such a significant amount of Valyrian steel ore to facilitate the reforging of this sword?"

Jaehaerys's response was measured yet firm, his gaze steady as he addressed Otto's inquiry. "Indeed, many of the slavers in Essos possess Valyrian steel trinkets," he began, his voice carrying a hint of resolve. "Given their origins—forged on the backs of the suffering of slaves—I saw no moral quandary in reclaiming these artifacts from their oppressors."

A somber acknowledgment passed between them as Jaehaerys continued. "These trinkets were symbols of tyranny and exploitation, and I deemed it fitting to repurpose them for a nobler cause. By melting them down and reforging them into Dragon's Wrath, we've not only reclaimed their essence but also imbued it with a new purpose—one that honors the legacy of House Targaryen and stands against the injustice of slavery."

Otto's expression softened slightly, a flicker of understanding crossing his features. "A noble endeavor," he conceded, though the weight of the decision was evident in his voice. "Such actions require courage and conviction. I trust you wield this sword with the honor it deserves, Prince Jaehaerys."

Viserys nodded in agreement as he heard the name of the sword. "Dragon's Wrath," he repeated, a sense of approval evident in his voice. "A fitting name for a weapon of such significance. May it serve you well, Jaehaerys, in the defense of our family and realm."

The name seemed to resonate with the assembled company, invoking a sense of reverence for the sword's purpose and the legacy it embodied. With a solemn nod, Viserys gestured toward Jaehaerys, acknowledging both the significance of the blade and the responsibility that came with it.

Viserys extended the invitation to Rhaenyra and Jaehaerys to join him in the carriage, eager to return to the Red Keep.

As they prepared to board the carriage, Jaehaerys stated, "Rhaenyra, I am truly sorry for not acknowledging your presence earlier. It seems I was so caught up in the reunion with my brother and the others that I neglected to notice the Realms Delight standing before me."

Rhaenyra laughed softly, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. "No need for apologies, Uncle Jaehaerys. Your arrival has been quite the spectacle, after all."

Viserys, smiling at the exchange between his daughter and brother, gestured toward the carriage. "Shall we?" he said, prompting them to enter.

As they boarded the carriage, Jaehaerys held out a hand to assist Rhaenyra, who graciously accepted it, their fingers brushing in a fleeting yet electric touch.

Jaehaerys, with a playful glint in his eyes, teased Rhaenyra about how much she had grown since they last met, recalling the little girl of four he had last seen. Rhaenyra, equally playful, retorted with a jest about Jaehaerys's youthful appearance despite his years in exile.

As they settled into the carriage, Rhaenyra couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and curiosity about her uncle Jaehaerys, whom she barely remembered from her childhood. Sensing her anticipation, Jaehaerys turned to her with a warm smile.

"You seem eager to learn more about your old uncle," he remarked teasingly, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Rhaenyra chuckled, feeling a bit sheepish. "Well, I must admit, you've always been somewhat of a mystery to me," she admitted, returning his smile. "But I'm looking forward to getting to know you better now."

Jaehaerys's smile softened, and he reached out to pat her hand reassuringly. "And I, you, dear niece," he replied warmly. "We have much to catch up on."

As the carriage rumbled along, Viserys leaned forward, his expression serious as he began to relay the recent events to Jaehaerys.

"I've made a decision, brother," he started, his voice steady but tinged with regret. "Daemon has been banished to the Vale, and I've named you as my heir."

Jaehaerys's brows furrowed in concern as he listened intently, absorbing the weight of his brother's words. "Banished?" he echoed, his tone a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "What transpired to warrant such a drastic measure?"

Viserys sighed heavily, his gaze flickering to Rhaenyra before returning to Jaehaerys. "It seems Daemon's actions have caused quite a stir," he explained, his voice tinged with frustration. "He spoke ill of our family and made disrespectful toasts, casting doubt on his loyalty."

Jaehaerys's expression darkened with concern as he absorbed the gravity of the situation. "I see," he murmured, his mind already working to process the implications of his brother's actions.

Viserys continued, recounting the incident that had triggered Daemon's banishment and his decision to name Jaehaerys as his heir. As the details unfolded, Jaehaerys listened with a mixture of sadness and resolve, his thoughts already turning to the responsibilities that lay ahead.

Viserys took a deep breath, steeling himself for the delicate conversation ahead. "Jaehaerys, there's another matter I must discuss with you," he began, his voice measured but tinged with a hint of uncertainty.

Jaehaerys turned his attention to his brother, a curious expression crossing his features. "Yes, Viserys?" he prompted, sensing the weight of the impending discussion.

"It's about Rhaenyra," Viserys continued, his gaze flickering to his daughter briefly before returning to Jaehaerys. "I've considered the future of our dynasty, and I believe it's time to secure it with a union between you and Rhaenyra."

Jaehaerys's brows furrowed in surprise, his mind racing to comprehend the implications of Viserys's words. "Me and Rhaenyra?" he echoed, his tone a mixture of flattery and uncertainty. "Are you certain, Viserys? She's a true Valyrian beauty, but..."

Viserys nodded solemnly, his gaze unwavering. "I am," he affirmed, his voice filled with conviction. "You and Rhaenyra together would ensure the strength and continuity of our line. And I believe you both possess the qualities necessary to lead our family and our realm into the future."

Jaehaerys nodded respectfully at Viserys's request but proposed a postponement of the wedding until Rhaenyra reached the age of 18. When Viserys inquired about the reason for the delay, Jaehaerys hesitated briefly before offering his explanation.

"Your Grace, while I am honored by your trust and confidence in me, I must express my concern for Rhaenyra's well-being," Jaehaerys began, his tone earnest. "As you know, our Lady mother faced complications during her pregnancy with me, and I fear that any child I father may inherit my magical abilities."

He paused, a shadow crossing his features as he continued. "Rhaenyra is still young, and her body may not yet be prepared to handle the stresses of a magical pregnancy. I would not risk her health or the health of any potential child by rushing into a union before she is ready."

Viserys listened carefully to Jaehaerys's words, his expression thoughtful. After a moment of contemplation, he nodded in agreement. "You make a valid point, Jaehaerys," he conceded. "Rhaenyra's well-being is of utmost importance. We will postpone the wedding until she comes of age."

Jaehaerys turned to Rhaenyra, his gaze gentle yet probing, as he sought her opinion on the matter at hand. "Rhaenyra," he began, his voice soft with concern, "what are your thoughts on the prospect of marrying me?"

He waited patiently for her response, giving her the opportunity to express her feelings openly. However, he couldn't help but address the concern he had for her health. "I must admit, my dear, I am concerned about your well-being. Marrying me would entail certain risks, especially considering the potential complications of a magical pregnancy."

His expression softened with sincerity as he continued. "Your health and happiness mean everything to me, Rhaenyra. I want to ensure that any decision we make is in your best interest."

Rhaenyra took a moment to gather her thoughts before responding, her expression thoughtful yet resolute. "Uncle Jaehaerys," she began, her voice steady, "I appreciate your concern for my well-being. The idea of marrying you is... unexpected, but not unwelcome."

She met his gaze with sincerity, her eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions. "I understand the risks involved, and I share your concern about the potential complications. However, I trust in your wisdom and judgment, as well as my father's, in making the right decision for both of us."

A hint of determination colored her tone as she spoke. "If it is decided that our union is for the greater good of our family and the realm, then I am willing to stand by your side, regardless of the challenges we may face."

She offered him a reassuring smile, her conviction shining through. "Together, we will navigate whatever trials come our way, just as our ancestors have done before us."

"So, I appreciate your concern for my well-being, Uncle Jaehaerys," she says softly, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension, "And I trust your judgment. I agree that waiting until I am older is the wisest course of action. Besides, a three-year courtship sounds quite delightful."

Jaehaerys nods in agreement, a sense of relief washing over him. "Thank you, Rhaenyra," he replies sincerely. "Your health and happiness are of utmost importance to me. I look forward to getting to know you better over the coming years and building a strong foundation for our future together."

Viserys, listening to their exchange, smiles warmly. "I'm pleased to hear that you both agree," he says, his voice tinged with pride. "This decision will ensure that we proceed thoughtfully and with care. Together, we will navigate the challenges ahead and uphold the honor and legacy of House Targaryen."

As the carriage rolls on toward the Red Keep, the three of them share a sense of unity and purpose, ready to face whatever the future may hold.

As the carriage reaches the Red Keep, the towering structure looms majestically before them, its ancient walls steeped in history and power. Servants and guards stand ready to assist as Viserys, Jaehaerys, and Rhaenyra step out, their presence commanding respect and attention.

Viserys leads the way, his demeanor regal yet welcoming, as they make their way through the grand halls of the Keep. Courtiers and nobles nod respectfully as they pass, their whispers hushed in the presence of the royal family.

Jaehaerys walks with a quiet confidence, his gaze sweeping over the familiar surroundings with a sense of belonging. Rhaenyra walks beside him, her excitement tempered by a sense of duty and responsibility.

As they enter the throne room, the grandeur of the chamber takes their breath away. The Iron Throne gleams in the sunlight streaming through the stained glass windows, a symbol of power and authority.

Viserys takes his seat upon the throne, his presence filling the room with a sense of authority. Jaehaerys and Rhaenyra stand beside him.

Viserys' voice rings out with authority as he addresses the assembled courtiers and nobles gathered in the throne room.

"My lords and ladies, esteemed members of the Small Council, I bring you news of great importance," Viserys announces, his tone commanding attention.

"I am pleased to announce the return of my youngest brother, Prince Jaehaerys Targaryen, to the realm," he continues, a proud smile gracing his features. "He has proven himself a worthy leader and a true son of House Targaryen."

The courtiers murmur with interest, their eyes turning to Jaehaerys as he stands beside Viserys, a figure of strength and resolve.

"In light of his return and his exemplary service in Essos, I have named Jaehaerys as my heir," Viserys declares, his words met with a mixture of surprise and approval from the assembled crowd.

"But that is not all," Viserys continues, his gaze turning to Rhaenyra, who stands beside Jaehaerys with poise and grace. "I am pleased to announce the betrothal of my daughter, Princess Rhaenyra, to Prince Jaehaerys Targaryen."

A ripple of excitement and anticipation sweeps through the throne room, the courtiers whispering amongst themselves as they digest the news.

"Together, Jaehaerys and Rhaenyra will lead our house into a new era of prosperity and strength," Viserys concludes, his voice filled with pride and confidence.

The courtiers offer their congratulations, their voices rising in a chorus of approval as the future of House Targaryen is secured.

Alicent embraces Rhaenyra warmly, a genuine smile gracing her features as she offers her congratulations.

"Congratulations, Rhaenyra. I'm truly happy for you," Alicent says, her voice filled with sincerity.

Rhaenyra returns the hug, grateful for Alicent's support. "Thank you, Alicent. It means a lot to me," she replies, her voice tinged with emotion.

As Rhaenyra introduces Jaehaerys and Alicent to each other, Jaehaerys meets Alicent's gaze with a warm smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Alicent," he says, his voice sincere.

Alicent returns Jaehaerys's smile, her eyes shining with warmth. "The pleasure is mine, Prince Jaehaerys. Congratulations to both of you," she replies, her tone genuine.

Lord Corlys approaches Jaehaerys with a congratulatory smile, extending his hand in friendship. "Congratulations, Prince Jaehaerys. It will be an honor to serve you in the future," he says warmly.

Jaehaerys accepts the handshake with a grateful nod. "Thank you, Lord Corlys." he replies with genuine appreciation.

As the pleasantries conclude, Jaehaerys leans in slightly, his expression becoming more serious. "I was hoping we could discuss a matter of some importance over dinner tonight, if you're available," he continues, his tone earnest.

Lord Corlys's curiosity piqued, he nods in agreement. "Of course, Prince Jaehaerys. I would be honored to join you for dinner. What is it that you wish to discuss?" he inquires, his interest evident in his expression.

Jaehaerys smiles confidently. "I believe I have a solution to the Stepstones issue that has been troubling you. I'd like to share my thoughts with you over dinner," he explains, his eyes gleaming with determination.

Lord Corlys's eyebrows raise in surprise, but a hopeful smile forms on his lips. "That sounds promising, Prince Jaehaerys. I look forward to our discussion," he replies, eager to hear Jaehaerys's proposal.

As Lord Corlys walks away, his mind abuzz with anticipation, he can't help but wonder what solution Prince Jaehaerys might offer. He knows the Stepstones issue has been a thorn in the side of the realm for far too long, and any fresh perspective would be welcome.

The promise of a solution from someone as reputable as Jaehaerys Targaryen fills Lord Corlys with hope. He can't shake the feeling that perhaps, finally, there might be a path forward that will bring peace and stability to the volatile region.

With renewed optimism, Lord Corlys makes his way through the bustling halls of the Red Keep, eager to attend the dinner later in the evening and hear what Jaehaerys has to propose.

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