The Targaryen Rumor mill 3 (The First Years of Viserys the First):
King Viserys:
D100 => 92
To Describe the first several years of his reign would be like describing the first tenuous years of the Old King. Chaotic measures to save lives, and restore confidence in a realm that was eager to tear itself apart.
The Lord's of the West, the Stormlands, and the Reach were ready to create civil war for the Queen who never was. The Queen could be, as they said, with many gathering coins and banners.
Then Winter Came. And all talks of war stopped, as many wished only one thing. To survive.
A Winter that lasted three years. Many would have died, as the false spring of the council was something of a curse and a warning.
An ill omen.
Yet Viserys Targaryen… or rather his council handled the situation with great deftness. He provided a face, the will, and the money.
The rest of his chosen men, as they were called, saved the realm. Food was shipped, a network of numerous alliances and trade missions from the free cities.
And of course, the seas were safe from pirates.
When winter ended, There may have been many that wished for the queen to rule.
But Viserys cemented his reign.
Reward: Viserys survived winter, and now is almost unassailable on the Iron Throne. He is the King and will never be removed in civil war.
Queen Aemma Arryn:
D100 => 84
The Queen survived numerous miscarriages. But that is to be expected, as she was cared for by the most significant medical minds in the realm.
But what she did outside the bed chamber and birthing room was far more enticing to the average observer.
She was a patron of the arts, of city policy, and enjoyed nothing more than to sponsor plays, poets, and art all over the City, to distract the people from the demolition and extortion that was going on to make the city safer. Hundreds of men and women tried to gain her patronage, for only a dozen dragons set them up for months to ply their craft, all while thousands more were being tossed into the streets of the city, to become beggars while common bunkhouses were made all over Flea Bottom.
Soon, with the Winter ending, and the city of King's Landing opening once more to the bounty of wealth and splendor.
It truly became the City that Aegon Dreamed of. A Beacon of a united Westeros…
Even if there is growing income inequality, separating the city's population…
Reward: King's Landing is now a far brighter and healthier city, with the Queen sponsoring many projects, from arts, to street performances. Even as the queen tears down parts of the city to build it anew.
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Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen:
D100 => 36
Now was not the time for children and little girls. Now was the time of great leaders and great queens.
Rhaenyra Targaryen was not one of those things. She was just a child, and the realm forgave her, for she was not meant to rule or to aspire to rule.
Yet there was one thing she aspired to more than anything in the world.
To ride her dragon like the Queens of old. And she got very good at it.
Reward: The Girl has no ambition beyond being the perfect princess. And a brilliant dragon rider.
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Valaar:
D100 => 81
Corlys the Sea Snake:
D100 => 73
The Two great Captains of Westeros sat, as they looked at the ledgers and the words written. "I would have expected to not allow you back into the capital, considering the pirates you've killed?" Corlys stated as he chuckled at the mute. There was nothing he could be said. "They made me master of ships, a peace offering if there ever was one, instead of you?"
Hastily scribbled, in horrid handwriting, were the words. "I had no desire for politics."
"Yet I find you as a new admiral of Dragonstone? The Master of ships for the whole island, and my equal?" There was a chuckle. "You are lucky you fucked the right girl Valaar, because, without your son, you would be dead."
Valaar said nothing, save for a single scribbled word. "Careful."
Corlys then realized what was going on, and what might happen. "My wife has a dragon to protect herself with."
"I don't need a dragon." It was pre-written, the ink already dry. The threat is clear.
Corlys then smiled. "I thought you went craven when you left my services, and with your lost voice… now I realize it made you more dangerous. I like that about a man."
Reward: Corlys and Valaar respect each other. Though the hostility between them over positioning remains.
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Visanya:
D100 => 5
Aegon:
D100 => 89
Jaehaerys:
D100 => 85
Viserys:
D100 => 89
Of all the curses that could befall her children, the one thing she could be counted on to fear was that of silence. From her husband and son… to her others.
She had long prepared for it.
Yet her boys, while slow to speak, and talk, and learn, did not seem to have the curse of silence.
Rather they had another, more troublesome problem… Her problem.
They all dreamed. They dreamed of Dragons.
A Dance of Dragons that would only lead to death and horror.
And that fate only brought them confusion and horror.
Confusion and horror that you shared, for all the wrong reasons.
You dreamed of Dragons as well. A Dragon tearing you apart, burning you alive, and leading you as a corpse.
Reward: Visanya dreams of her death, as she learns she is pregnant.
And her three sons dream of dragons, and the Dance that is to come, too young to understand… and to powerless to do anything to stop it.
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Prince Daemon:
D100 => 88
Rhea Royce:
D100 => 49
The two only looked at the two children and talked about them… hesitantly. "That boy… do you believe he is the right match for either of them?"
"Could be both for all I care." He said as he earned a scornful glare. "What?"
"He may follow different customs, but that does not mean I can… accept that." She stated.
"You trust either of them with others?" He asked. "All those men that would seek to take Runestone away?"
Rhae was quiet. "Do not make this about Runestone, you are just going to make it about yourself."
"I only want what is best for them-" He tried to say something.
But it only leads to a single reply. "They will not be your squires… he is not your son! Look at them and tell me that you feel something, anything for them?"
"I do." He protested.
"Then stop for a moment, and think, think about what you wish for them, before thinking about Lucien. Let them know their home and not the road."
Baela:
D100 => 92
Rhaena:
D100 => 80
In his mind, you could see them flying on their dragons.
Reward: The two have differing opinions on what they should do to raise their kids.
Daemon wants them to travel, and possibly marry Lucien. Rhae, not so much.
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Princess Rhaenys Targaryen:
D100 => 21
Lord Laenor Velaryon:
D100 => 45
It was nothing else to say, save for stewing in failure… But they accepted their roles.
Just as they always had.
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Lady Laena Velaryon:
D100 => 86
Laena Velaryon was now the new rider of Vhaegar… as a very small child.
To say that she made her mother proud was something of an understatement.
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Princess Saera Targaryen:
D100 => 97
They call her Queen of Volantis.
(Somewhere in the future, a young Viserys the III sneezes, and wonders what the hell is going on)
And no one has tried to stop her yet.
Reward: She just took over a city? Well good for her.
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Maelor Rivers:
D100 => 76
Maester Vaegon:
D100 => 40
He looked at the Maester, and licked his lips. "Now cousin… I am asking you this… I want more life!"
"I'm afraid that is out of my skill." The Maester stated. "Even if I could, I do not know what is wrong with you, save for the same affliction that plagued Maegor. Cancer growth on the skull and brain. I don't have the skills, tools, or even the hope of operating on you successfully, as they did with Maegor."
"But there is a way to gain more life." He responded with a statement, rather than a question. "Septon Barth had said that, as you have read."
"Yes, but even you aren't that mad," Vaegon states more fear. "Blood magic is a fairy tale."
"Then what about Dragons?"
Vaegon remained silent. He did not wish to say anything more.
"Then it is true? Does it have some effect on the body that could heal it?" He replied.
"Yes." Vaegon replied fearing for his life.
"Good." He then struck the Maester hard, but not to kill him.
"There is a dragon that might be of some use to me then." Vaegon heard before he fell unconscious.
