Chapter XXXI of The Great Evil
Arch Maester Galant's opinion: Though the debate is settled on the matter of the legacy of King Aemon, I would like to draw some parallels between the greatest of Aemon's progeny, Queen Visenya the Iron Angel, and King Aemon when he was a prince, specifically in Chapter VII. Queen Visenya and King Aemon walked side by side with the stranger, Queen Visenya wearing the stranger's embrace as comfortably as one of her iconic Lysen silks. On some accounts, she had even less fear than her father; either way, before delving into the typhoon that occurred after the death of the great evil, it is necessary to demonstrate how similar the progeny was to the progenitor.
112 AC 3 hours before the Battle of the Fourteen Flames.
*CRACK *
*RUMBLE *
The clouds hung heavy in the sky, thunder slammed down upon Oldtown, the rain hammered down on the stones of the streets of the oldest city in Westeros, and the winds blew harshly, trying to topple the Hightower into the sunset sea, which hungrily slammed her waves against the ancient stones. But as much as the waves and winds tried, their efforts were in vain as the Hightower did not yield and stood tall like always.
The fire blazed in the hearth of the lavish chamber of Aemon, who sat in his chair, his eyes locked onto parchment, his lips twitching ever so slightly into a smile. He leaned back, cracking his neck as he got up, placing the letter in the cabinet, the parchment joining many others like it.
Aemon POV :
I can't help but feel a sense of unease, not at the storm but in a general sense, and like a certain one-eyed wizard loved to say, constant vigilance. Maybe I should ask for some tea. Regardless, I just feel like something big is coming, or maybe I'm just lonely. There's only so much time one can spend away from his beautiful mother and girl without getting some withdrawal from beauties to crusty old men as company. Woe is me.
Though Vemond is a surprising companion, if I didn't have my other worlds' memories, I really would have failed his test seriously. The guy made a whole book to hint and make others figure out the Pythagoras formula seriously, how smart is he? The old king was a fool to have let him stay in the citadel. It was truly a waste. I will have the man as my grand master, even if I have to drag him to the small council chamber by his scraggly white beard.
Though Adella's letters are a reprieve, even if it stings on a certain level that my mother hasn't written to me since the spat we had, though I suppose I haven't written to her either, so maybe it's my fault, but still I couldn't let her just get away with what she did. She made me look weak and made us look divided. Did I go too far? Perhaps, but nothing happened, so all's well that ends well shes retarded if she thinks that old fool would do anything but stick his head in the sand now that I've got my big ass dragon. Oh, Apophis, how I love you so big and black and so cool. I'll definitely feed him more dragons, especially that long-necked, used condom, extra chromosome-having lizard the rogue pedo rides.
Big and Black reminds me I need to track down Sandoq so he can be my slav- servant; honestly, he was definitely the best fighter in this era. Eat your goat fucking heart out, Cole; you beat Daemon. Sandoq threw rocks at Wyners till they keeled over. He was definitely the best of this time. Hell, only old Barry could compare to the shadow. Now, some might say that Arthur could, but that fraud got low-diffed by Howland Reed, unlike my glorious king Barry. Westeros's version of John Wick wants to kill a bastard; he's got it. Want to storm a city by yourself? He's done it. Want to threaten a king in open court? He's done it. Barry is the goat.
Letters :
"My dearest Aemon, I have returned to Casterly Rock safely with Robar makes a better meat wall than he does company, so straightforward, forward, so simple, so boring. I hope I may endow him with some charisma whilst he serves as my servant but till then i will leave focus on teaching you to recognise the concept of consequences.
My father wasn't the least bit pleased with our stunt, and I've lost all my privileges – no reading, no ladies, nothing but prayer and sowing – for which I will repay you in full one day if I don't have you on your knees. My name as a Lannister won't hold much weight; I will repay this debt. "
"My dear Adella, though I mourn for your loss of autonomy, I do not kneel. Mayhaps you should focus on your lessons in the faith, specifically the passages on wives and husbands. Yours sincerely, the dragon cock."
"My dear Aemon, it seems you've had a decline in your faculties if you believe I would ever pay attention to any religion, more so if you think I can't make you do what I want. It seems you've been away from me too long. Oh, how will I have to struggle to train you up again? It seems my trials never end.
Speaking of training, Robar has adjusted quite well to life in the rock. He has grown quite popular with the guards of my household, though I suppose spreading the tale of him defeating a king's guard for my safety has done him a lot of favours in the West; even my father seems to have a liking to him."
"Dearest Adella, have you still been trying to further our plans? Our funds are steady, but I can not spend any, too many eyes are on me. I cannot spend any large amount of money without drawing eyes, so I have sent plans for a project to see if you can try to implement it in the west to increase our funds and food."
"Dearest Aemon, I am also in a perilous position i can not spend any funds without eyes, as my allowance has also been revoked by my father, so any money I spend would be scrutinised, and your plan would require an in-person meeting one i can not do so now i must get back into my fathers good graces before i can try to implement your windmill idea".
"I see. Well, it seems our hands are tied for a while, though I have looked over some plans I have for the north and sent you some of them. Broken and broad as they may be, I can not be in any detail without it becoming risky. Burn it as soon as you have read it."
"I have read it, and this is extreme and risky, just like you, but I think we should lay off it and try to meet Stark first to feel him out before resorting to doing anything too extreme. Remember to use the quill instead of the sword whenever possible; we don't wish to sully your reputation before the war starts, else we may find every house siding with the Blacks. I would advise you to stay your hand."
-The end
Sorry, I would have written a longer chapter, but I'm busy, so this arc is getting to be a bit longer than expected. The next chapter will be Rheanyes' pov since she won the vote.
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