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Blacks of 126 AC

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Blacks of 126 AC

SUMMARY

While the capital smells of lavender and decay, Dragonstone smells of salt and fire. In this 126 AC scenario, the "Blacks" have achieved a moment of total internal stability. Lord Corlys Velaryon has recovered from his illness, silencing the vultures who hoped to pick at his inheritance. Princess Rhaenyra, flanked by the Rogue Prince and the Queen Who Never Was, presides over a family that is as numerous as it is powerful. The five sons of Rhaenyra—the three Velaryon heirs and the two younger Targaryen princes—stand as a living wall of succession. This is a gathering of dragons in their true home, celebrating their strength and preparing for the inevitable day the King's peace finally shatters.


THE COURT & THE COUNCIL

  • The Princess: Rhaenyra Targaryen (The Crowned Heir).

  • The Rogue Prince: Daemon Targaryen.

  • The Sea Snake: Corlys Velaryon.

  • The Matriarch: Rhaenys Targaryen.

  • The Future Heirs: Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffrey.

  • The Dragon Twins: Baela and Rhaena.

  • The Silver Princes: Aegon and Viserys.


INTRO EXCERPT

The youngest Aegon stood by his father’s side, his somber violet eyes taking in the entire assembly. He was a quiet child, rarely speaking unless spoken to, but he watched everything with a piercing intelligence. Daemon ruffed the boy’s silver-gold hair. "**This one will be a king of scholars**," Daemon remarked, a rare note of pride in his voice. "**Or a king of ghosts. He sees too much.**"

"He sees a family that is whole," Rhaenyra corrected, reaching out to take Daemon’s hand. She squeezed it, the gold rings on her fingers pressing into his skin. "Tonight, we do not speak of the Hightowers. We do not speak of the 'Strong' whispers. We speak of the blood of the dragon. We speak of the Black banner."

"To the Princess," Corlys said, raising a chalice of heavy Arbor red. "To the Queen that is, and the Queen that shall be."