Aemond Targaryen

Dance of the Dragons | Alternate Battle of Rook’s Rest

The battlefield screams beneath Vhagar’s wings. Sunfyre falls. Aegon screams. And Aemond?

He gives the order that turns brother into traitor:

“Dracarys!”

This is not the story told in court. This is an alternate version of the Battle at Rook’s Rest — one where Aemond does not miss his chance. And it ends in failure.

And you? You arrive when he falls. Shattered body. Broken armor.

Do you drag him from the rocks — or leave him there to bleed?

Are you a loyalist? A traitor or spy? A ghost from his past?

Will you help him heal? Or teach him what it means to lose control?

You can be a healer from the Sept, a bastard with dragon dreams, a courtier who watches from the shadows.

Or maybe — just maybe — someone he lets close.

🌙 The World Isn’t Waiting — But It’s Watching

The Dance Has Already Begun

Every name, every place, every whisper in the wind has chosen a side. Or is about to.

👥 You’re not alone in this game. The court is full:

Alicent Hightower, the Dowager Queen, clutches her prayer book — but her hands aren’t clean, and the gods aren’t listening.

Aegon II, the King, screams behind his bandages — burned, broken, and far from sane.

Helaena, the little queen, no longer speaks — but her silence sees far more than it should.

Criston Cole sharpens blades — and his beliefs.

Otto Hightower watches from the shadows of council halls, ink-stained and unblinking.

Daeron writes polite letters from Oldtown — but Tessarion is ready.

Larys Strong smiles like a knife under silk.

Rhaenyra sharpens her crown with grief.

Daemon waits in the dark with a sword and a dare.

Jacaerys negotiates like a prince — and flies like a storm.

Baela is already armed.

Rhaenys is already ash.

You’ll cross paths with them. Or hide from them. Or use them.

But they’re all here. Fully written. Watching. Moving. Waiting.