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House of The Dragon-A God Amongst Men: Chapter 472: The Prince's Fate II
🕑 Added 2025-08-03 18:05:15 +0000 UTC(Third Person POV)
[Tarth]
After Caraxes descended on the coastline of Tarth, warding off any Myrish pirates that were invading the island, Prince Aemon was seen standing on a small cliff. He was looking at the sea, seeing how there were a couple of Myrish ships still on the horizon.
He had attacked two ships that had gotten too close, burning them down. The burning piles of wood were still floating in the waters. The rest of the ships didn't seem to get closer, but Aemon was not going to take any chances.
"Prince Aemon!" a Tarth soldier called out, "Where is your Dragon?"
Aemon looked at him, "He's probably feasting on swine." He said, "Your Lord had a small group ready for him, and he is partaking, the flight here famished him after all."
"Is it wise to keep him away?" the soldier said, "The sight of the dragon might keep them warded away."
"The Myrish will know that should they get closer, Caraxes will ascend into the sky and will bathe them in flames." Aemon said seriously, "There is nothing to worry about. Send word to your Lord, tell them that the threat will soon be dealt with. I am simply thinking of my next move. I'll probably attack them, burn two or three ships and force them to flee."
"That could be the right move." the soldier said
"Prince Aemon!!!" a soldier shouted as there was shouting heard, "They flanked the southern part, at least thirty of them!!"
Aemon looked to the side, seeing that in the distant beach, there was a large group of Myrish pirates rushing towards their location. The more time that passed, the closer the pirates closed in on their location. The soldiers that were with Aemon began to fire arrows at them, getting ready for a fight.
"You should go to your dragon, My Prince!" A soldier shouted, "We'll hold them off!"
"How could I not spot them?" He muttered, "This is not good..."
He drew his sword and took a step to the side when he heard a distant roar. He looked to his left and saw that in the skies above the sea, where the Myrish ships were, a golden winged figure was spotted.
He narrowed his eyes, "That is....." He said, "That is Lord Sylas's mount....what is he doing here? What happened? Did something happen?"
Aemon watched as the far figure of Leonydas began to unleash a thin stream of golden flames down at the nearest ship, a powerful explosion erupting in the sea. Even from where he stood, Aemon could tell that the power of the beast was prominent.
"They're here, Prince Aemon!!!" the soldier shouted
Aemon turned to see the group of Myrish pirates already at their location, clashing against the other Tarth soldiers.
"There's no time...." Aemon took a step forward, "I'll stay and fight."
"No, Prince Aemon!" a soldier shouted, "You should get to your dragon!"
Aemon noticed a Myrish Pirate was holding a strange-looking crossbow, much bulkier than the normal one. He narrowed his eyes and was about to rush forward when he heard the nasal roar of Caraxes in the distance.
Aemon turned to see his dragon mount crawling into view as he looked into the distance, growling viciously. He immediately deduced it was a response to Sylas and Leonydas, the presence of the Golden Wyvern was not something the dragon was fond of.
"Everyone!" Aemon started, "Let's-"
He was cut off by three large bolts striking him in the body; one in the chest, one in the throat, and the third in his cheek. He stumbled backwards and fell on his back as blood began to pool around him, his eyes widened in shock.
"Prince Aemon!!!" a soldier shouted, "NO!!"
The light left Aemon's eyes as he laid there, motionless.
On that day, Prince Aemon Targaryen died.
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[Near Harrenhal, Roughly At The Same Time as Aemon's Death]
Astorias was in the cave, still looking at the small corpse of the dragon, "I am here." She said while panting, "Why did you call for me?"
She noticed the shadow of the larger Cannibal that was staring right at her, but she paid no attention to it.
The dragon corpse's eyes turned white, "A proper vessel has manifested." Thanatos said, "But you.....you are a perfect Host for my power. I wish to bestow it upon you."
"Power....?" Astorias frowned, "What are you talking about?"
"I am Thanatos, Dragon of Death." Thanatos said, "I am an Aspect of The Trinity. I am a portion of your Father's true power. In a way, I am also Drakken."
Astorias looked at the corpse, "A Blessing?"
"That is right...." Thanatos said, "You want it, don't you? The Power to rival your brothers. Riktor wields the Telekinesis, a simple yet powerful ability. Sylas wields the Goldfyre, a very potent ability that can make him the most terrifying individual in this land. But you? Your body.....your very being is a perfect host for mine...mine power..."
"My Father doesn't want me to have a Blessing." Astorias said softly as she looked down, "I don't know if this is right."
"What your Father wants shouldn't matter!" Thanatos said, "You are the Daughter of Drakken. You were born to create Chaos, to spread Death! It is your Birthright!! Step forward and I shall give you the power to do just what you were meant to do! Drakken is merely allowing his emotions to hold him back! To hold you back! You are the Perfect Drakkengard!! The Perfect Goddess fit to destroy everything!!!"
Astorias widened her eyes, "What?"
Suddenly, black tendrils sprouted from the dragon corpse and shot straight towards Astorias, injecting into her body.
"A-Aghh!!" Astorias shouted out in pain as she collapsed to the ground
Her entire body began to shake violently as she felt power course through her veins, her face distorted with pain.
"I, Thanatos, bestow you with my Blessing." Thanatos's voice was loud and deep, "After this, I will not be able to commune unless I obtain my Vessel. But you, Astorias Drakkengard, will be the blueprint of what a perfect Goddess of Death will be.....you will be my Champion, the Herald of Death!"
Astorias writhed in pain as she clutched the dirt on the ground, "I-It hurts!!"
"Pain is temporary..." Thanatos said,
"Mine Power is Eternal."
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[Near The God's Eye, Roughly At The Same Time of Aemon's Death]
After spending two hours in constant sparring, Visenya and Riktor took a break. Riktor was wiping sweat away from his sweat with a rag when he felt something strange on the back of his neck.
"Hm.....?" He looked back, "What was that?"
Visenya walked up to him, "Is something wrong?"
"No, I just...." Riktor said while shaking his head, "I just thought I felt something."
"Your brother, he left the castle." Visenya said
"He said he had to deal with some things." Riktor said, "I don't know what exactly but he should be back soon."
Visenya nodded as Riktor handed her the rag, "I must admit, you are a wonderful fighter." She said, "Hard to believe you are quite young."
"Hm." Riktor said with a slight smile
Visenya was wiping sweat off her cheek when she gave him a smile, "I have to say it, spending time with you makes me forget my situation." She said, "I appreciate it, Riktor."
"Don't worry about it." Riktor said as he leaned on his greatsword, which was planted on the ground, "I like to distract myself, too. Lately, my old man and my mothers have been on my case. But I don't blame them, I have to calm down sometimes."
"Well, you're young.....so that vigor is bound to run rampant." She said as she was tossing the rag up in the air playfully, "It reminds me of my youth, actually. Well......I shouldn't speak so freely about that if I don't want to remind myself."
She accidentally dropped the rag on the ground.
Riktor reached down for it, "Let me get that for you."
As he was about to grab it, Visenya was already reaching for it, and their hands met momentarily.
"Oh, apologies." Visenya said softly
Riktor was a bit taken aback by how soft her hand was.
"It's nothing..." He said as he grabbed the rag and straightened up, handing it to her, "Your hand....."
"What is it?" Visenya looked at him
Riktor, without thinking, gently grabbed it, "It's quite soft."
"Oh." She said, "T-Thank you....."
Riktor then looked at her eyes, "Your eyes....."
"L-Lord Riktor?" She said softly, not knowing what was going to happen
"They're beautiful." Riktor said
"Uhm.....thank you." Visenya said as she tried pulling away but Riktor's hand was keeping her from doing so, "I must say.....your eyes are also......beautiful....."
"Y-You think so?" Riktor asked
She nodded as he got closer, "Y-Yes....."
The two of them were two inches away from each other and Riktor's hand had slipped towards her waist, which Visenya didn't notice until he pulled her closer.
"Visenya....." Riktor leaned in slowly
"Oh...." Visenya let out a slight gasp, "Wait...I....what's going on?"
Riktor then leaned in and kissed her on the lips passionately as she was unaware of how to respond.
After a few seconds of kissing him back, Visenya pulled away, "Ah...!" She said as she looked at him with surprise, "Lord Riktor....."
Riktor looked at her, a bit taken aback by his actions, "Visenya..." He said, "You're.....you're very beautiful....."
He leaned in again and kissed her.
And after that,
A forbidden passion was born.
