I woke gasping, my sheets drenched in sweat, the phantom screams of Sunfyre's last flight still ringing in my ears.
I died.
No Aegon II died. Burned, broken, poisoned. A king who lost everything.
And yet… here I was. Fifteen again. Unscarred. Alive.
Then, the blue screen flickered before me, searing into my vision like dragonflame.
[System Initialized. Welcome, User: Aegon Targaryen.]
[System current features: status, quest, inventory, skills/abilities, store]
A laugh tore from my throat hysterical, disbelieving. A second life, and the gods saw fit to grant me this? A tool.
My fingers trembled as I swiped through the translucent panels.
[Main Quest: Secure the Throne – Prevent the Dance of Dragons.]
Reward: ???
Failure: Death. Again.
A grim smile twisted my lips. No. Not this time.
I pulled up my Status, eyes narrowing at the numbers. Weak. Untrained. But that could change.
The Store shimmered with options.
[Basic Swordsmanship skil (50 Gold)
Dragonbond Enhancement (1000 Gold / 10 System Points)
Gacha Roll – Random Skill/Item (200 Gold or 2 SP)]
Gold I had. System Points? Not yet.
A knock at my chamber door.
"Prince Aegon?" A servant's voice. "The king requests your presence."
Viserys. My father, still alive. Still blind to the storm brewing beneath his reign.
"Tell him I'll attend shortly," I called back. I had five years. Five years to grow stronger. To change everything.
-later-
As he saw his mother wearing the same green dress he remembers her always wearing. As he felt something between his pants starting to get hard he paused before he kept going deciding to ignore.
Her fingers paused over her embroidery as I entered, her sharp eyes assessing me.
"Aegon," she said, voice cool. "You've been absent from the sept again."
I forced a smile. "Apologies, Mother. I was in the training yard. A king must be strong as well as pious."
Her lips thinned. "A king must also be seen as devout."
I bowed my head, playing the dutiful son. "I'll attend the evening prayers."
She nodded, satisfied for now, but I saw the gaze she gave me. Alicent had spent years weaving her web, ensuring my ascension. Little did she know, I had no intention of being her puppet this time or grandfathers.
Leaving her to her embroidery, I made my way to my father's chambers.
The moment I stepped inside, the scent of rot and sickness clung to the air, thick and suffocating.
"Father?"
Viserys stirred at the sound of my voice. His milky, unfocused eyes struggled to find me. "Aemm…?" A pause. Then, a weak chuckle. "No, no. You're too tall to be Aemond."
A dull ache settled in my chest. Even now, he barely recognized me.
I sat beside him, taking his frail hand in mine. His skin was papery, the bones beneath it brittle like kindling waiting to break.
"It's me," I said softly.
"Ah." His fingers twitched weakly. "You've… grown."
Silence stretched between us. Then, unexpectedly, he spoke again.
"Do you resent me?"
The question caught me off guard. A bitter laugh almost slipped from my lips. Did I resent him? In my first life, I had. For favoring Rhaenyra. For letting the realm fracture. For leaving me to pick up the pieces of his failures.
I met his faded gaze and lied through my teeth. "I don't, Father."
It was a hollow reassurance, but one he did not have the strength to question.
"Good," he murmured, his voice barely above a breath. "That is… good to hear."
His eyes fluttered shut, his body sagging as sleep claimed him once more.
I took it as my cue to leave.
As I wandered through the halls, my mind still lingered on my conversation with Father. The scent of decay clung to my senses, but I pushed it aside.
Then, I saw her.
Helaena.
My wife. My sister.
The moment she spotted me, her face lit up with a rare smile, and before I could react, she closed the distance between us, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. It was fleeting, innocent like most things about her.
"Husband," she murmured, her violet eyes warm.
"Helaena," I replied, brushing a strand of silver-blonde hair from her face.
She looped her arm through mine as we strolled down the corridor, speaking of our children Jaehaerys and Jaehaera. She told me of Jaehaera's fascination with spiders, of how Jaehaerys trying to walk (but sadly failed). I listened intently, a foreign sense of peace settling over me. In my past life, I had been indifferent to my family. This time, I would not make the same mistake.
As we walked, an idea struck me.
"Let's go riding," I suggested.
Her head tilted. "On our dragons?"
I smirked. "Yes. Let's take them above the city let the people remember who rules them."
Helaena hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "I'd like that."
With that, we made our way to the dragonpit, where Sunfyre and Dreamfyre awaited.
-later-next morning-
I woke to the warmth of Helaena draped over me, her silver hair cascading across my chest. Her breath was soft, even, her bare skin pressed against mine.
I smirked, the memories of last night flashing through my mind. Gods, I could take her again right now but I forced myself to resist. There were other matters to attend to.
[Feats Achieved: Breed Helaena 150 SP, 150 SP total]
I blinked. The fuck?
Before I could even process that, more text flickered before my eyes.
[Old Feats Achieved: Fuck Helaena 100 SP, Breed Helaena with twins 300 SP, take Helaena virginity 100 SP, Mary Helaena 100 SP, 750 SP total]
Mm…What the hell is this?
[Feats are special achievements based on significant actions and milestones. Completing a Feat grants System Points (SP), which can be spent in the Store to purchase skills, abilities, items, or enhancements.]
I exhaled sharply as I skimmed through the Store. There were powerful options available, but 750 SP wasn't nearly enough to purchase anything truly game-changing.
Clicking out of the Store, I navigated to my Status and skill list, eager to see what I was working with.
Name: Aegon Targaryen
Age: 15
Title:
Class: None
[Stats]
Body: 12
Mind: 14
Soul: 10
SP: 750
As my eyes landed on the Class section, I noticed something unusual. The option was grayed out, and when I tried to select it, a notification flashed before me.
[Class Unavailable: You do not possess a Class Item. These rare artifacts must be destroyed and absorbed to obtain a class. Class Items can only be found in Gacha or in other worlds.]
I scowled. Other worlds?
"What the fuck do you mean by other worlds?" I muttered.
No response.
I scratched my head in frustration. So, not only was I stuck without a class, but now there was the implication that travel beyond Westeros beyond this world was possible.
That… changed things.
Frowning, I clicked over to my Skills tab. If I couldn't get a class yet, I needed to see what I could actually work with.
[Targaryen Bloodline (Passive)]
Grants natural dragon affinity and minor fire resistance.
[Basic Swordsmanship (Novice)]
You know how to hold a sword without embarrassing yourself. Barely.
[Dragonbond (Intermediate)]
Strengthens the connection between you and your dragon. Easier to issue commands and sense emotions.
[Royal Presence (Passive)]
Your presence naturally commands attention and respect. More effective on those who already recognize your authority.
My eyes widened at the notification. So I could directly enhance my abilities using System Points? That changed things.
I quickly reopened my Skills & Abilities tab, this time paying closer attention to each skill. Sure enough, beneath each one, a small option flickered.
{Basic Swordsmanship (Novice) – [Upgrade: 100 SP]
Dragonbond (Intermediate) – [Upgrade: 300 SP]
Royal Presence (Passive) – [Upgrade: 200 SP]
Targaryen Bloodline (Passive) – [Upgrade: 500 SP]}
I had 750 SP to spend.
[Basic Swordsmanship Upgraded: Novice → Adept]
A sharp jolt ran through my body as the system absorbed 100 SP, flooding my muscles with knowledge. My grip tightened instinctively, my stance shifting slightly, as if my body remembered techniques I had never actually learned.
I flexed my fingers, rolling my shoulders.
Eventually, I would wield Blackfyre, the sword of Aegon the Conqueror, a blade meant for kings.
With 650 SP left, I debated another upgrade but decided against it for now. I needed to be smart with my resources.
Closing the skill menu, I exhaled sharply. Time to put this to the test.
I needed to train.
XxX
I love my boy aegon ii so me making a fic about him, was inevitable. I mean, I'm also writing a story of tyrion who isn't even in my top 25 favorite characters of asoiaf.
Also, I'm writing this since I had the urge to write a hotd fic without making a oc or si who is completely shedding on the green or straight up retarded, which is average for a si asoiaf fic.
And also to cleanse my urge for a asoiaf fic since wild stuff to write always pop up on my head for this specific world. *Cough cough* laenor velaryon OP system cucking everybody and takes iron throne WITHOUT changing his last name or daemon blackfyre doing the exact same thing just with WAY more gay undertones.
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