-Aemon's POV-
That went better than expected… but I don't think the king will take that lying down. Just because he did nothing in front of everyone doesn't mean he won't take covert action behind closed doors.
I should have felt triumphant. I had spoken truth before the Iron Throne, defied a king, and stood for my aunt when no one else dared. But as the sun set over King's Landing, I felt no victory—only the weight of what I'd done.
The castle halls were quieter than usual that evening. The servants avoided my gaze, and even the dragons in the pits seemed restless. The very air carried tension, as if the Red Keep itself was holding its breath.
Later that evening, I was severely reprimanded by my mother, father, and grandfather.
"You have a bold tongue for someone so young," Mother said tightly, pacing the solar. "Do you understand the danger of what you said in front of the court?"
"You could've been arrested," Father muttered, rubbing his temple. "Or worse."
Grandfather Baelon said nothing at first, only stared at me with a mixture of disapproval and… pride?
Then Daemon chuckled from the shadows. "So there is someone in this family with a spine after all."
I gave him a smirk, but one glare from Baelon had both of us drop our heads like scolded boys.
As punishment, I was forbidden from seeing Zalrazar for a full moon. I was told he'd be chained in the Dragonpit. I couldn't bear the thought.
So I snuck out that night and found him perched outside the keep, eyes glowing like twin embers in the dark.
"I command you to leave," I said softly, placing my hand on his snout. "Don't let them cage you."
He let out a low, mournful growl. I felt it in my bones.
"We will meet again," I whispered. "For now, rely on yourself. Hunt freely."
He gave a heart-wrenching roar and leapt into the sky, his wings catching the moonlight like silver sails.
I watched him disappear into the night sky, tears stinging my eyes.
{ Note : MC is just being dramatic over here , its just 1 month}
Daemon found me there.
"Why did you send him away?" he asked, arms crossed.
"I'd rather see him die flying free than wasting away in a cage."
For a moment, Daemon just looked at me. And for the first time, I saw something new in his eyes — respect.
"You've got fire, boy," he said quietly. "When you start swinging steel, come find me."
He turned and vanished into the dark.
Later, Grandfather Baelon informed me I had been summoned to the king's private chambers. Alone.
That night
Ser Ryam Redwyne led me in silence. His usual small talk was gone. The corridor to the king's chamber felt colder than ever. Torches flickered, casting long shadows on the stone walls of the Red Keep.
When I entered, I was surprised to see Queen Alysanne already there. She offered me a gentle smile and patted the seat beside her.
I sat.
The king stood by the window, gazing out at the moon over Blackwater Bay. The room was quiet save for the distant cry of gulls and the crackle of fire in the hearth.
Without turning, he spoke. "I heard you saw a dream. Of a girl on a cliff. Is it true?"
This was my chance.
"Yes. I saw it for the first time six moons ago," I said. "And many times since. It was vivid… more real than dreams should be. I knew something was coming. That's why I insisted on going to Dragonstone."
Alysanne asked, "Why didn't you tell anyone?"
"I didn't understand it myself. I thought people would call me strange. Or mad. But now… now I think I understand. You can't stop the dream. You can only prepare for it. Trying to change the future only ensures it happens."
The king turned. His face was unreadable.
"Have you seen other dreams?"
"Yes," I said. "The first dream I ever had was of winter. A cold that swallowed the world. Darkness. Death. And dragons… dying. One by one."
The king's eyes widened. "Did Baelon tell you—no. He wouldn't. You are never to speak of this again."
"But—"
"Never," he growled.
"…How did they die?" Alysanne whispered. "The dragons?"
"I don't know. I only saw dragon against dragon, and King's Landing burning in flame. I don't know when, or why. But I know it's coming. We must be ready."
Alysanne trembled. "We have to stop this. I don't want more death. Are we cursed?"
The king finally sat. His voice softened. "You may leave us now, Aemon. And remember — a king is only as strong as the trust his people give him. Your words in court… they weakened us. In public, we must be united. I had planned to punish you , a punishment befitting your age, but you have left me a lot to think about . But do remember you will be punished"
"I understand," I replied. "But when I saw what you planned for Aunt Gael… I couldn't stay silent."
Alysanne smiled faintly. "Never change your heart, son. One day, you'll have to carry us forward."
I bowed and left, thoughts swirling like a storm.
Later that night
Sleep was elusive. I lay in my bed, heart racing, mind chasing shadows of fire and blood. The air felt wrong. Too still.
A floorboard creaked.
I sat up, just as a figure emerged from the darkness.
Before I could scream, a hand covered my mouth.
"A man means no harm," came a whisper like rusted silk. "A man brings a message. A message from death."
My blood ran cold. A Faceless Man.
His eyes, the color of nothing, stared into mine.
I didn't dare breathe.
"A choice is coming," he said. "And not even dragons can fly above it."
{ Note : Y'all must have noticed MC is emotional , tries to act wise & is naive , but as the story progresses he will change and in the next chapter we will see the first shift .}