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Frozen Flames: The Saga of the Ice Dragon (Completed)

Jaehaerys Targaryen sat in his chair and attentively listened to the words of Maester Alwyn. This was his favorite part of the day along with his music lessons. Alone with his Maester, learning about the history of the Realm and how it was run. Sparring with Ser Jaime was a close second, but there was always a chance of trouble then. No, only in the Maester's and Septa's chambers did he ever feel truly safe. Those pale purple eyes, the only feature he had inherited from his father, were wide as he listened to him retell the history of Daeron's Conquest. The Young Dragon was his favorite Targaryen, he decided. "...Of course, the Young Dragon's folly would have long-lasting consequences on the Seven Kingdoms," the Maester continued. He had a mane of silver hair, the skin on his face pulled taut over his features, but even at the age of one-and-ten, Jahaerys stood as tall as his Maester. "Folly!" Jae cried, outraged. The Maester was telling him about the Young Dragon's brilliant victories only a moment earlier! "What do you mean? He conquered Dorne. He was brilliant!" The Maester didn't know what he was talking about, Jae decided. He peered at him closely. Maybe he was Dornish himself, that would explain it. Alwyn smiled at Jae's exuberance. He was one of the few people that would smile at him in any way and Jae cherished him for it. "He defeated Dorne, my Prince, he did not conquer it." "What's the difference?" Jae asked with a frown. "Conquering something means you keep it. Daeron did not." Alwyn watched his young ward closely. "It's not his fault the Dornish killed Lord Tyrell like that." "Isn't it?" Alwyn raised an eyebrow. "You can say the Dornish did not fight honorably, or you can say Daeron was a fool for expecting them to. He did not consider who he was fighting, and so he lost." Jae's brows furrowed as he thought about the Maester's words. Maybe Daeron wasn't his favorite Targaryen. Ser Jaime had told him many times that war was about more than just swords. Maybe that's what he meant. "So what should he have done, then?" Jae asked...... Want to read advanced chapters? If you’re enjoying the story and would like early access to future chapters, please consider supporting me on Patreon: patreon.com/HalyxStark.
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Robert’s Second Chance: Dance of Dragons Rewritten (Completed)

"My memory... hehe. King Robert Baratheon... murdered by a pig. Give me something for the pain, and let me die." What eloquent last words for a king. But Robert had never been an eloquent man. Not as a rowdy young man. Not as the leader of the Rebellion that put an end to the Targaryen Dynasty. Not as the first non-Targaryen ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. He wasn't about to turn into a damn poet on his deathbed. But I'll leave my legacy behind…oh, Seven fucking Hells, who am I kidding? What grand legacy had he left? Half a kingdom in debt to Tywin Lannister? Another half in debt to the Iron Bank? A queen who might spit on his corpse? A demon son who spent his youth butchering cats? Tommen and Myrcella were sweet natured, it's true, but they were not his heirs. And now he, a once proud, powerful warrior, was dying a fat, drunken whoremonger who'd been killed while making an ass of himself, trying to hunt. If anything, I left the realm worse than I found it. Even if I did rid the world of the Targaryens. For all the good it did. It hadn't stopped the nightmares. In his dreams, he killed Rhaegar every damn night, but it was never enough. He could drive his war hammer into Rhaegar's heart a thousand times and it would not soothe the aching, the longing, in his own. It would not bring his beloved Lyanna back to life. It would not chase the eternal grief from Ned's eyes. Eyes that were once alight with youthful exuberance as they grew up together in the Vale. I avenged her. I avenged her father and her brother. And yet ultimately I fought for nothing. It didn't bring her back. It hasn't even brought me comfort now, on my death bed. Grief that milk of the poppy could not swallow wrapped its tendrils around Robert's heart, squeezing painfully, as it often did. He would gladly trade the seventeen years he spent as King if only he could turn back the hands of time. He would protect Lyanna before Rhaegar could abscond with her. Or he would have rescued her in time. He would have warned Brandon and Rickard Stark to stay away from King's Landing… If I had half so much gold as I do wishes and regrets. I'd leave Joffrey an overflowing treasury. At least he would not regret for much longer, not now as his vision grew hazy and black. Soon, it would all leave him. The grief and the sorrow would not follow him into death. But as the last whispers of consciousness faded from his dying mind, a single thought lingered on: I'd trade everything to go back…   Want to read advanced chapters? If you’re enjoying the story and would like early access to future chapters, please consider supporting me on Patreon: patreon.com/HalyxStark.
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