Yang Wen-Li dies at the hands of the Earth Cult after his final battle with Emperor Reinhard. But rather than being sent to the afterlife, he is reborn as the younger twin brother of the Mad King. Can the magician save his new family and the world?
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The Magician and the dragons (An ASOIAF/Legend of the galactic heroes crossover
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"I'm sorry, Frederica. I'm sorry, Julian. I'm sorry, everyone." Admiral Yang Wen-Li's strength left him as he felt his body go limp, he took a shallow breath as he closed his eyes and his consciousness faded.
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14 years later
Prince Jaehaerys Targaryen's concentration was broken by a knock on the door. He stoped was he was doing, glancing over at the door. "Just a moment."
He turned back to what he was doing, finishing the sentence on a treatise he'd been working on regarding the political conditions that led to the dance of the dragons. "Seven hells brother, mother said you were to join us for breakfast." A familiar voice rang out from beyond the door, his elder twin brother Aerys.
Jaehaerys put his quill down and sighed, he stood from his chair and yawned, it was only then that he realized the sun was almost fully up in the sky and that he was late. He looked down and realized he was still in his small clothes just as another series of knocks hit his doors. "For sevens sake brother are you even alive?"
"Just a moment, let me get changed."
"Typical." He heard laughter through the door as he searched through his wardrobe and put on his clothes. He put on something simple, red trousers and a red velvet doublet. Once he he was changed he put on his boots and made his way across the room, trying to not trip on all the books scattered through the floor and reminding himself to give them back to the maester once he was done.
He opened the door, finding his brother with a bored expression. "About damn time you finished." He glanced into the room and laughed. "Seven hells, were you researching again?"
"I was, I told you brother, I'm writing a treatise o-"
"Yes, yes." His twin cut him off. "The inevitability of the Dance of the Dragons and the political failures of King Jaehaerys. You've told us all about it already. Now come on, we're all waiting for you so we can break our fast. Hurry up, I'm hungry."
He followed his brother down the halls of the castle. Summerhall as the name implied was used by his family as a sort of summer palace. Though the castle didn't have a massive library unlike the one in Kings landing, he still preferred the castle over the smell of the capital.
They arrived at the main hall, where he was met by the stares of his extended family. "Good news everyone." Aerys beamed as he followed him into the room. "I found my twin, he was lost under his books once again."
"Its good that you could join us." His grandfather, King Aegon the fifth greeted the both of them as he bid them to sit down.
He had a light breakfast, Dornish sausages mixed with some eggs and ham, followed by some sweetened wine afterwards. It wasn't the Tea mixed with Brandy he was used to when he was fleet admiral Yang Wen-Li, but it was good enough for him.
He didn't pay much attention to what his grandfather spoke about during the meal, more focused on wanting to get back to his research. He heard something about a ritual, of dreams his grandfather had about dragons. He'd seen pyromancers speaking to his grandfather and bringing in wildfire to the keep. He glanced over at his heavily pregnant sister Rhaella, according to the maester she was due to deliver the baby soon.
Once they finished their meal he and Aerys headed over to maester Corso for their lessons. It was his favorite part of the day, unlike Aerys who excelled with the sword in the training grounds, he found the lessons with the maester more up his alley.
"The Norvosi and Qohoriks employed a crescent shaped formation to lure the Volantenes deeper into dagger lake. As they pushed into the center, the flanks slowly enveloped them until their fleets were wiped out."
Maester Corso nodded in approval while Aerys glanced in confusion. "Indeed, it seems you've done your assigned reading. And tell me, what was the deciding factor which forced Volantis to cease their wars of conquest."
"It was Aegon on the black dread." His twin interjected. "He burnt the Lysene fleet, with the threat of Dragonfire the Volantenes soon surrendered." Aerys gave a smug smile as he nodded in self satisfaction.
"What about you Prince Jaehaerys?"
"Well." He nodded as he pondered, "Aegon did play a role in diminishing the military capabilities of Volantis. But even without him, Volantis was doomed to fail."
"And what makes you think that?"
"They were overstretched. They faced Qohor and Norvos in the north and their main fleets had been wiped out. In the west they faced the combined might of Myr, Lys, and Tyrosh. While the Bravoosi and Pentos were aiding the war efforts of the 3 previously mentioned cities. And that's not even counting in the intervention of King Argilac Durrandon. Frankly it was a matter of time."
"What would you have done if you were in command?" The maester asked.
"Personally I would have never gone to war at all."
"I see." The maester rubbed his beard and nodded. "You two have done well, we shall cover the years before the conquest for our next session. And my prince, could we talk?"
"Sure." He nodded as Aerys stood up and left the room. Maester Corso stood up and went over to his drawer, pulling up the treatise he'd handing him earlier today. "I read your treatise on the prelude to the dance. I have to say, you have a rather unique point of view."
"Is that a good or a bad thing?"
"Neither, in fact, I'm actually thinking of sending this to the citadel to be reviewed by one of my colleagues. Who knows, perhaps they'll make a few copies and recommend it as an addition to our main library and even send a few copies out."
"It would be an honor."
"Now if only you showed this sale focus to your sums and letters."
He chuckled a little as he nodded and stood from his seat. "I'll try maester."
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He had a bad feeling as his grandfather began the ceremony. They were all gathered in the great hall of Summerhall, in the center of the room were 7 piles of wildfire, on top of them were 7 dragon eggs. The king nodded to the chief pyromancer as he lit the flames and the fires enveloped the eggs.
He looked around, finding his family focused entirely on the ceremony. He lightly hanged his elbow into Aerys' ribs. "What is it?" He hissed.
"I'm going to the privy, I'll be back."
"You'll miss the bloody ceremony."
"Would you rather I pissed myself here?"
"Fine, others take you. Go."
He made his way out of the room and into one of the nearby privy rooms. He stood there and waited, planning on returning once the ceremony ended. A few minutes passed, only for him to hear screams and footsteps running around him.
He exited the privy room, making his way back to the room as servants ran past him and out of the castle. He found the hall just outside of the room covered in flames and fallen debris. Just under the debris he found someone struggling. He made his way to them and found his twin brother trying to push a wooden beam off of him.
"Aerys'!" He ran to him and helped him get the wooden beam off of him, ignoring the searing pain on his palms as they burnt from the wood. "What happened?"
Aerys' had a vacant look in his face, "Grandfather, he...." A booming sound came from within the room and burst the doors open. He shielded his brother and took the brunt of the blast, feeling a scalding pain on the right side of his face as they are both knocked down onto the floor.
"Come on." His brother helped him up. "We need to leave, we.."
"Where's mother and father? And Rhaella?"
"Ser Duncan..." Aerys' replied, "it all became anarchy, but I saw Ser Duncan leave down another hall with them. They'll be in good hands."
"We'll meet them outside then."
They made their way out of the castle, finding their way through the smoke plumes until they broke down a window and exited. The cold night air bought relief to his injuries. They walked out towards a crowd of people. He found Rhaella as well as his parents and the Lord commander.
"Aerys, Jaehaerys!" His mother called out to them as she embraced them. She put her hand on the right side of his face, her relief replaced with concern, "Jaehaerys...your face, what happened?"
"There was a blast in the main hall, I shielded Aerys'."
"The king." Lord commander Duncan stepped up. "Where is he?"
"I'm not sure." Aerys' replied. "I left the castle with Jaehaerys after he saved me."
Duncan took his white cloak off and tossed away his shield and sword. "I'm going back in, I'll get him out of there. He's my king, and my friend."
He walked away from us and gave us a last look before entering the castle once again. As he dissapeared from sight, Rhaella gripped her belly in pain. "The babe....." She whimpered, "He's coming."
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The fires burnt through the night, as the flames began to die out, the sounds of the collapsing castle and the roars of the flames were mixed with the cries of a newborn babe. He glanced at his sister and brother as they held their newborn babe. "His name will be Rhaegar." His brother declared as his sister cradled his newborn nephew.
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14 years later
Prince Jaehaerys Targaryen's concentration was broken by a knock on the door. He stoped was he was doing, glancing over at the door. "Just a moment."
He turned back to what he was doing, finishing the sentence on a treatise he'd been working on regarding the political conditions that led to the dance of the dragons. "Seven hells brother, mother said you were to join us for breakfast." A familiar voice rang out from beyond the door, his elder twin brother Aerys.
Jaehaerys put his quill down and sighed, he stood from his chair and yawned, it was only then that he realized the sun was almost fully up in the sky and that he was late. He looked down and realized he was still in his small clothes just as another series of knocks hit his doors. "For sevens sake brother are you even alive?"
"Just a moment, let me get changed."
"Typical." He heard laughter through the door as he searched through his wardrobe and put on his clothes. He put on something simple, red trousers and a red velvet doublet. Once he he was changed he put on his boots and made his way across the room, trying to not trip on all the books scattered through the floor and reminding himself to give them back to the maester once he was done.
He opened the door, finding his brother with a bored expression. "About damn time you finished." He glanced into the room and laughed. "Seven hells, were you researching again?"
"I was, I told you brother, I'm writing a treatise o-"
"Yes, yes." His twin cut him off. "The inevitability of the Dance of the Dragons and the political failures of King Jaehaerys. You've told us all about it already. Now come on, we're all waiting for you so we can break our fast. Hurry up, I'm hungry."
He followed his brother down the halls of the castle. Summerhall as the name implied was used by his family as a sort of summer palace. Though the castle didn't have a massive library unlike the one in Kings landing, he still preferred the castle over the smell of the capital.
They arrived at the main hall, where he was met by the stares of his extended family. "Good news everyone." Aerys beamed as he followed him into the room. "I found my twin, he was lost under his books once again."
"Its good that you could join us." His grandfather, King Aegon the fifth greeted the both of them as he bid them to sit down.
He had a light breakfast, Dornish sausages mixed with some eggs and ham, followed by some sweetened wine afterwards. It wasn't the Tea mixed with Brandy he was used to when he was fleet admiral Yang Wen-Li, but it was good enough for him.
He didn't pay much attention to what his grandfather spoke about during the meal, more focused on wanting to get back to his research. He heard something about a ritual, of dreams his grandfather had about dragons. He'd seen pyromancers speaking to his grandfather and bringing in wildfire to the keep. He glanced over at his heavily pregnant sister Rhaella, according to the maester she was due to deliver the baby soon.
Once they finished their meal he and Aerys headed over to maester Corso for their lessons. It was his favorite part of the day, unlike Aerys who excelled with the sword in the training grounds, he found the lessons with the maester more up his alley.
"The Norvosi and Qohoriks employed a crescent shaped formation to lure the Volantenes deeper into dagger lake. As they pushed into the center, the flanks slowly enveloped them until their fleets were wiped out."
Maester Corso nodded in approval while Aerys glanced in confusion. "Indeed, it seems you've done your assigned reading. And tell me, what was the deciding factor which forced Volantis to cease their wars of conquest."
"It was Aegon on the black dread." His twin interjected. "He burnt the Lysene fleet, with the threat of Dragonfire the Volantenes soon surrendered." Aerys gave a smug smile as he nodded in self satisfaction.
"What about you Prince Jaehaerys?"
"Well." He nodded as he pondered, "Aegon did play a role in diminishing the military capabilities of Volantis. But even without him, Volantis was doomed to fail."
"And what makes you think that?"
"They were overstretched. They faced Qohor and Norvos in the north and their main fleets had been wiped out. In the west they faced the combined might of Myr, Lys, and Tyrosh. While the Bravoosi and Pentos were aiding the war efforts of the 3 previously mentioned cities. And that's not even counting in the intervention of King Argilac Durrandon. Frankly it was a matter of time."
"What would you have done if you were in command?" The maester asked.
"Personally I would have never gone to war at all."
"I see." The maester rubbed his beard and nodded. "You two have done well, we shall cover the years before the conquest for our next session. And my prince, could we talk?"
"Sure." He nodded as Aerys stood up and left the room. Maester Corso stood up and went over to his drawer, pulling up the treatise he'd handing him earlier today. "I read your treatise on the prelude to the dance. I have to say, you have a rather unique point of view."
"Is that a good or a bad thing?"
"Neither, in fact, I'm actually thinking of sending this to the citadel to be reviewed by one of my colleagues. Who knows, perhaps they'll make a few copies and recommend it as an addition to our main library and even send a few copies out."
"It would be an honor."
"Now if only you showed this sale focus to your sums and letters."
He chuckled a little as he nodded and stood from his seat. "I'll try maester."
--
He had a bad feeling as his grandfather began the ceremony. They were all gathered in the great hall of Summerhall, in the center of the room were 7 piles of wildfire, on top of them were 7 dragon eggs. The king nodded to the chief pyromancer as he lit the flames and the fires enveloped the eggs.
He looked around, finding his family focused entirely on the ceremony. He lightly hanged his elbow into Aerys' ribs. "What is it?" He hissed.
"I'm going to the privy, I'll be back."
"You'll miss the bloody ceremony."
"Would you rather I pissed myself here?"
"Fine, others take you. Go."
He made his way out of the room and into one of the nearby privy rooms. He stood there and waited, planning on returning once the ceremony ended. A few minutes passed, only for him to hear screams and footsteps running around him.
He exited the privy room, making his way back to the room as servants ran past him and out of the castle. He found the hall just outside of the room covered in flames and fallen debris. Just under the debris he found someone struggling. He made his way to them and found his twin brother trying to push a wooden beam off of him.
"Aerys'!" He ran to him and helped him get the wooden beam off of him, ignoring the searing pain on his palms as they burnt from the wood. "What happened?"
Aerys' had a vacant look in his face, "Grandfather, he...." A booming sound came from within the room and burst the doors open. He shielded his brother and took the brunt of the blast, feeling a scalding pain on the right side of his face as they are both knocked down onto the floor.
"Come on." His brother helped him up. "We need to leave, we.."
"Where's mother and father? And Rhaella?"
"Ser Duncan..." Aerys' replied, "it all became anarchy, but I saw Ser Duncan leave down another hall with them. They'll be in good hands."
"We'll meet them outside then."
They made their way out of the castle, finding their way through the smoke plumes until they broke down a window and exited. The cold night air bought relief to his injuries. They walked out towards a crowd of people. He found Rhaella as well as his parents and the Lord commander.
"Aerys, Jaehaerys!" His mother called out to them as she embraced them. She put her hand on the right side of his face, her relief replaced with concern, "Jaehaerys...your face, what happened?"
"There was a blast in the main hall, I shielded Aerys'."
"The king." Lord commander Duncan stepped up. "Where is he?"
"I'm not sure." Aerys' replied. "I left the castle with Jaehaerys after he saved me."
Duncan took his white cloak off and tossed away his shield and sword. "I'm going back in, I'll get him out of there. He's my king, and my friend."
He walked away from us and gave us a last look before entering the castle once again. As he dissapeared from sight, Rhaella gripped her belly in pain. "The babe....." She whimpered, "He's coming."
--
The fires burnt through the night, as the flames began to die out, the sounds of the collapsing castle and the roars of the flames were mixed with the cries of a newborn babe. He glanced at his sister and brother as they held their newborn babe. "His name will be Rhaegar." His brother declared as his sister cradled his newborn nephew.
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Any chance the MC will try to point out to Tywin that Aerys is insane and is both jealous of and hates him?
Somehow I don't think Tywin ever got that from Aerys or understood the guy was jealous of him
Somehow I don't think Tywin ever got that from Aerys or understood the guy was jealous of him
The Stepstones
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Jaehaerys leaned over the railings of the royal flagship Dragons Roar as he vomited most of his breakfast. He'd only read of the conditions of primitive naval vessels of ancient humanity in his old life, but being on one himself was an entirely different experience. Though he admitted, the rough conditions here were nothing compared to the Patroklos when he fought over the skies of Legnica.
He still shuddered at the thought of that battle, if only he'd spoken up, if he'd insisted to the admiral to pull the ships from the planets surface and engage count Lohengramm in battle. Those thoughts disappeared as he vomited more of his breakfast. For a moment he thought he'd fall overboard until he felt a hand pull him back. He leaned back and fell butt first on the deck of the ship, catching his breath and wishing he was back in the capital. "Are you alright my prince?" The voice behind the hand spoke.
He looked back and glanced up, finding lord Maekar Velaryon alongside his son Lucerys. "Thank you Lord Velaryon, but I am ok, just a little seasick."
"It happens my prince." He nodded and gave a comforting smile. "Give it a few days and you'll get your sea legs, this is nothing if I may be honest with you, why I remember ba-"
"Brother!" His twin's voice ran out. He glanced as he saw Aerys emerge from the cabin with Ser Harlan Grandison who served as his escort. "Seasick again?"
"Judging by my breakfast being used to feed the fishes I guess so."
"You'll only make it worse if you're out there come on inside."
"I'd rather just get it over with and try to get used to it. Though I could use some wine."
His brother chuckled a little. "That will only make it worse."
"We are headed towards a warzone, I figure if I die I'd rather it be with a belly full of wine."
"Good point." Aerys glanced at lord Velaryon, "how soon until landfall?"
"Another week, maybe 5 or 6 days if the winds favor us."
"Good." His brother smiled and nodded. "We'll put those damn usurpers to the sword once and for all once this is through."
"Its a shame thousands will have to die from it though." Jaehaerys interjected.
Everyone's expression tensed up for a moment and they looked at him as if he'd said something wrong. "Yes indeed." Lord Velaryon closed his eyes and nodded as well. "War is always a tragic thing, but we cannot abide by these traitors so close to our shores. If the gods are good it will be a quick war."
Jaehaerys could only nod as he leaned his head back against the wooden railing and sighed, looking up at the sky. The sun was bearing down on them. The closest star to them, yet he knew there was more than that to it. A quick war, he mused to himself. No war is preferable to a quick war.
--
The waves were even stronger now that he was on a small boat. It was one of the various fishing boats and other smaller crafts they'd requisitioned. They were headed for an island called the Veil, it was the closest island to the Stepstones.
Behind him, the ships were bombarding the island, pelting it with fire arrows and scorpion bolts. A small fleet had been guarding the island, led by an Aemon Saan, one of the many nephews and sons of Samarro Saan, the last Valyrian. The fleet of the last Valyrian, according to lord Maekar was waiting at the center of the Stepstones with the other ninepenny kings.
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He took a deep breath as he held the battle-axe he was going to use as a weapon. Back in the academy he had the lowest scores when it came to physical fitness, he had trained for hand to hand combat but always lost to the other students. He did however know the basics of hand to hand combat, having been taught how to use an axe. When Schenkopp and the Rosen Ritter joined his fleet, Schenkopp offered to teach him how to fight, even giving him a few lessons on hand to hand combat.
But he was a fleet commander, he didn't really need that sort of knowledge and he always felt sore after training and stopped the lessons afterwards, he even stopped carrying around his standard issued fire-arm, saying he was a lousy shot and was more likely to kill someone on his side than an enemy combatant.
He regretted his laziness as the boat he was in approached the shores. Maybe I'd still be around if I knew how to fight. Maybe Frederica wouldn't have to live as a widow. Miracle Yang, more like foolish Yang. He sighed in frustration as he looked towards the shores, now only 100 feet away.
"Get ready!" Harlan Grandison from the Kingsguard stood and unsheathed his sword from the scabbard. His twin brother smiled as well, eager to engage in battle and start fighting.
The boat came to a sudden halt as a thudding sound came from underneath. "Targaryen!" Grandison called out as he jumped from the boat and ran to the shore. Almost automatically, he jumped out behind his twin and ran towards the shores.
He waded through some water, ignoring the annoying feeling of his clothes being wet and charged at the shore. There was little resistance, with most of the men having fled inland.
They mopped up whatever remains remained in the beach, with Aerys killing one of them in. A particularly brutal fashion, stabbing his head repeatedly with a sword until bits of brain and blood poured on the sands. "He's already dead brother." He put his hand on his twin's shoulder and he turned back to face him, seemingly annoyed.
"Sorry about that." He laughed a little, "I was too caught up in the fun of it all."
"Sure." He nodded, trying to hide the disgust he felt and trying to not vomit as he saw the remains of the poor lad his brother just killed. He couldn't even make out his face anymore. Sorry for not stopping him sooner.
They spent a month on the island, clearing out the sellswords and pirates the band of nine hired. He killed his fair share of men, the first one having been a boy around Julian's age, he still remembered his face, it somehow resembled Julian's a bit. He thought he'd never be able to kill again, but the situation called for it again, and each time he did it, it seemed to come easier to him, he tried to tell his brother about his concerns one night as they sat over a fire. "Guilt?" He seemed confused at what he said. "Stop being so soft hearted brother, these are rebels, pirates, sellswords. You don't think they haven't killed as well? That they haven't put innocents to the sword?"
"They're still people brother, they haven't even attacked us. We're the ones coming in here and bringing war to them. I know Maelys means to bring war to us, but this." He looked around the beaches and stretched his arms out, pointing out all the butchery and carnage unleashed these last few days. "I'm not comfortable with the thought of killing, and I'm not comfortable with the thought of sending our subjects to die for us. Though I can respect the fact that we're not sitting safely in Kings Landing while our own people die."
"Its still a necessity though brother. You know what the Blackfyres are, Maelys seeks the throne. And should he land on our shores, he'll kill thousands of our people, our subjects to get the throne. And when he does, our heads will be the first that roll off once he does. For your sake brother, you should forget about all those people you kill. If you keep being so soft hearted you'll die."
"I.....I understand. I just wish there was another way." He didn't know what to say, deep down in his heart he knew his brother was right.
"The only way is to win this was as quickly as possible brother. Now come on, have a drink, cheer up." He handed his brother a wineskin. "Tywin and Steffon will be joining us for a drink once they come back from patrol."
He simply sighed and nodded. "I'll keep it in mind, thank you for listening brother."
About two weeks into their campaign, lord Ormund Baratheon, the hand of the king was killed, shot by a poison arrow and dying in the arms of his son Steffon. The campaign devolved into chaos from there, and the troops unleashed vengeance on the rebels. Lord Commander Gerald Hightower took command, no quarter was given to the rebels, every nook and every cranny of the island was cleared, any caves they found, they filled with burning oil and lit it on fire, burning out the troops and killing any that ran out with arrows. By the time the campaign in the Veil ended, you could walk around the island and see a small trace of battle.
He looked out into the sea as the last day of battle concluded. There were over a dozen islands in the Stepstones, if the cost for this one had been great, he shuddered at the thought of the fighting on the other islands.
He still shuddered at the thought of that battle, if only he'd spoken up, if he'd insisted to the admiral to pull the ships from the planets surface and engage count Lohengramm in battle. Those thoughts disappeared as he vomited more of his breakfast. For a moment he thought he'd fall overboard until he felt a hand pull him back. He leaned back and fell butt first on the deck of the ship, catching his breath and wishing he was back in the capital. "Are you alright my prince?" The voice behind the hand spoke.
He looked back and glanced up, finding lord Maekar Velaryon alongside his son Lucerys. "Thank you Lord Velaryon, but I am ok, just a little seasick."
"It happens my prince." He nodded and gave a comforting smile. "Give it a few days and you'll get your sea legs, this is nothing if I may be honest with you, why I remember ba-"
"Brother!" His twin's voice ran out. He glanced as he saw Aerys emerge from the cabin with Ser Harlan Grandison who served as his escort. "Seasick again?"
"Judging by my breakfast being used to feed the fishes I guess so."
"You'll only make it worse if you're out there come on inside."
"I'd rather just get it over with and try to get used to it. Though I could use some wine."
His brother chuckled a little. "That will only make it worse."
"We are headed towards a warzone, I figure if I die I'd rather it be with a belly full of wine."
"Good point." Aerys glanced at lord Velaryon, "how soon until landfall?"
"Another week, maybe 5 or 6 days if the winds favor us."
"Good." His brother smiled and nodded. "We'll put those damn usurpers to the sword once and for all once this is through."
"Its a shame thousands will have to die from it though." Jaehaerys interjected.
Everyone's expression tensed up for a moment and they looked at him as if he'd said something wrong. "Yes indeed." Lord Velaryon closed his eyes and nodded as well. "War is always a tragic thing, but we cannot abide by these traitors so close to our shores. If the gods are good it will be a quick war."
Jaehaerys could only nod as he leaned his head back against the wooden railing and sighed, looking up at the sky. The sun was bearing down on them. The closest star to them, yet he knew there was more than that to it. A quick war, he mused to himself. No war is preferable to a quick war.
--
The waves were even stronger now that he was on a small boat. It was one of the various fishing boats and other smaller crafts they'd requisitioned. They were headed for an island called the Veil, it was the closest island to the Stepstones.
Behind him, the ships were bombarding the island, pelting it with fire arrows and scorpion bolts. A small fleet had been guarding the island, led by an Aemon Saan, one of the many nephews and sons of Samarro Saan, the last Valyrian. The fleet of the last Valyrian, according to lord Maekar was waiting at the center of the Stepstones with the other ninepenny kings.
--
He took a deep breath as he held the battle-axe he was going to use as a weapon. Back in the academy he had the lowest scores when it came to physical fitness, he had trained for hand to hand combat but always lost to the other students. He did however know the basics of hand to hand combat, having been taught how to use an axe. When Schenkopp and the Rosen Ritter joined his fleet, Schenkopp offered to teach him how to fight, even giving him a few lessons on hand to hand combat.
But he was a fleet commander, he didn't really need that sort of knowledge and he always felt sore after training and stopped the lessons afterwards, he even stopped carrying around his standard issued fire-arm, saying he was a lousy shot and was more likely to kill someone on his side than an enemy combatant.
He regretted his laziness as the boat he was in approached the shores. Maybe I'd still be around if I knew how to fight. Maybe Frederica wouldn't have to live as a widow. Miracle Yang, more like foolish Yang. He sighed in frustration as he looked towards the shores, now only 100 feet away.
"Get ready!" Harlan Grandison from the Kingsguard stood and unsheathed his sword from the scabbard. His twin brother smiled as well, eager to engage in battle and start fighting.
The boat came to a sudden halt as a thudding sound came from underneath. "Targaryen!" Grandison called out as he jumped from the boat and ran to the shore. Almost automatically, he jumped out behind his twin and ran towards the shores.
He waded through some water, ignoring the annoying feeling of his clothes being wet and charged at the shore. There was little resistance, with most of the men having fled inland.
They mopped up whatever remains remained in the beach, with Aerys killing one of them in. A particularly brutal fashion, stabbing his head repeatedly with a sword until bits of brain and blood poured on the sands. "He's already dead brother." He put his hand on his twin's shoulder and he turned back to face him, seemingly annoyed.
"Sorry about that." He laughed a little, "I was too caught up in the fun of it all."
"Sure." He nodded, trying to hide the disgust he felt and trying to not vomit as he saw the remains of the poor lad his brother just killed. He couldn't even make out his face anymore. Sorry for not stopping him sooner.
They spent a month on the island, clearing out the sellswords and pirates the band of nine hired. He killed his fair share of men, the first one having been a boy around Julian's age, he still remembered his face, it somehow resembled Julian's a bit. He thought he'd never be able to kill again, but the situation called for it again, and each time he did it, it seemed to come easier to him, he tried to tell his brother about his concerns one night as they sat over a fire. "Guilt?" He seemed confused at what he said. "Stop being so soft hearted brother, these are rebels, pirates, sellswords. You don't think they haven't killed as well? That they haven't put innocents to the sword?"
"They're still people brother, they haven't even attacked us. We're the ones coming in here and bringing war to them. I know Maelys means to bring war to us, but this." He looked around the beaches and stretched his arms out, pointing out all the butchery and carnage unleashed these last few days. "I'm not comfortable with the thought of killing, and I'm not comfortable with the thought of sending our subjects to die for us. Though I can respect the fact that we're not sitting safely in Kings Landing while our own people die."
"Its still a necessity though brother. You know what the Blackfyres are, Maelys seeks the throne. And should he land on our shores, he'll kill thousands of our people, our subjects to get the throne. And when he does, our heads will be the first that roll off once he does. For your sake brother, you should forget about all those people you kill. If you keep being so soft hearted you'll die."
"I.....I understand. I just wish there was another way." He didn't know what to say, deep down in his heart he knew his brother was right.
"The only way is to win this was as quickly as possible brother. Now come on, have a drink, cheer up." He handed his brother a wineskin. "Tywin and Steffon will be joining us for a drink once they come back from patrol."
He simply sighed and nodded. "I'll keep it in mind, thank you for listening brother."
About two weeks into their campaign, lord Ormund Baratheon, the hand of the king was killed, shot by a poison arrow and dying in the arms of his son Steffon. The campaign devolved into chaos from there, and the troops unleashed vengeance on the rebels. Lord Commander Gerald Hightower took command, no quarter was given to the rebels, every nook and every cranny of the island was cleared, any caves they found, they filled with burning oil and lit it on fire, burning out the troops and killing any that ran out with arrows. By the time the campaign in the Veil ended, you could walk around the island and see a small trace of battle.
He looked out into the sea as the last day of battle concluded. There were over a dozen islands in the Stepstones, if the cost for this one had been great, he shuddered at the thought of the fighting on the other islands.
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Yang sat at a picnic table in a park around downtown Heinessen, he'd reserved a picnic table for himself and Frederica, figuring he might as well have one last get-together before their wedding. Cazern arrived first with his family, alongside them were Murai and Patrichev. The rest of the guests poured in slowly, Schenkopp, Julian, and finally Attenborough. He wished Poplan and the others were with him, but they were hiding out, waiting for the right time to strike back at the empire.
They chatted and ate for the entire afternoon, he regretted not bringing too much food, fortunately there was a various grocery stores nearby and Schenkopp offered to go over and bring more food. 15 minutes later, Schenkopp showed up with more food, mostly light snacks and sandwiches.
Night started to descent upon Heinessen as everyone started to leave, Julian left first, followed by Cazern and his family, then Patrichev, Murai, Schenkopp and finally Attenborough. They were nice enough to clean up after themselves, leaving him and Frederica alongside an empty picnic basket. They went to a small hill that somewhat overlooked part of the park and sat there, watching the sun set as they chatted away.
He felt a slight pain on his left leg as time went on and the sun set. As the light left Heinessen he realized the lights around the park weren't turning on. Even the lights around the city remained off. The bustle of the city, the pedestrians walking around seemed to go away as only he and Frederica were left alone in the park. But the pain in his left leg began to intensify as the lights went out from his world. As the last of the sun's rays went out he stood up, only for the pain to reach its climax. Blood emerged from his leg, causing him to collapse back to where he sat.
He turned to Frederica, finding only horror as her eyes were seemingly replaced by black holes. Blood seeped from the holes, "Why did you leave us?" She asked him. "Why did you abandon us admiral?"
He tried to scream but couldn't, finding himself short of breath as he looked at his leg, finding himself slowly bleeding out. "Why did you leave us?" She continued.
"I'm sorry...Frederica....I'm sorr-"
"Wake up!" Another voice boomed, Yang felt himself being slapped as his world seemingly collapsed.
"Get a grip Jaehaerys!" He felt himself being slapped again, he opened his eyes, finding his twin brother seemingly waving his hand at his face. "Hey....it's just a dream you know."
He felt something moist under his eyes, he touched it, wiping off what seemed like tears.
"You were having some kind of nightmare." His brother started. "And who is this Frederica? I've never heard of any lady at court by that name." He put his finger on his chin and smiled. "Unless you've been in the streets of silk without me knowing brother." He chuckled.
He looked at him for a moment, then down at the sheets he covered himself with. "She.......she's not in this world." He looked down for a moment, even though his dream of her turned into a nightmare, he still missed her after all these years.
"Oh." His brother's smile died and he looked away, seemingly embarrassed. "I'm sorry brother I didn't mean t-"
"Its fine." He cut him off as he stood up, he reached for his sword and strapped it on, followed by his armor. It was basic armor composed of burnished bronzed steel with the sigil of his house on his chest-plate as well as his shield. "What's the plan for today?" He asked after putting on the last of his armor.
"A fleet from Tyrosh was spotted by several scout ships from House Velaryon. They recently gathered with the enemy ships in the area, and they'll be on top of us in a few hours, we're getting everything ready to meet them in battle." His stomach turned into a pit, he hated sea-battles. Instead of lasers and particle beams from afar it would be hand to hand fighting. He sighed as he started walking out of the tent.
"Lets get this over with."
-
He stood inside a tent on the shores of the island, besides him was his brother Aerys, while in front of them a table had been arranged with several seats. Lord Commander Gerold Hightower sat at the head of the table, in the surrounding seats there were various great lords from around Westeros. Lord Quellon Greyjoy sat next to Lord Commander Hightower on his right. On Lord Hightower's left sat Prince Lewin Martell, another member of the Kingsguard and the man in charge of the Dornish contigent in this campaign. The other great lords that led their respective regions were seated at the table as well, the only exception was the Westerlands, where Jason Lannister sat in place of Lord Tytos Lannister.
"I'm sure you all know why we're here." Lord commander Hightower started. "Per Lord Velaryon's report, we've lost 180 ships out of the 500 total ships we've bought to the Stepstones. Considering ship losses, we've taken less losses than the enemy so far."
"The question right now is how many losses the enemy has lost. And how many ships they have left." Lord Jon Arryn spoke.
"Despite the losses. We still have a slight numerical advantage." Lord Velaryon spoke, "However, we've just received a report from the master of whispers. I've been informed the enemy recently deployed another fleet from Lys. If the fleet makes contact with the rebels, there's no way we can avoid being wiped out."
"We have our own reinforcements on the way." Luthor Tyrell interjected. "House Redwyne has recently dispatched another 100 ships to help with the war effort. Should they arrive, they'll negate whatever numerical advantage their fleet would get from their reinforcements."
"Unfortunately, the Redwyne ports are farther from the stepstones than Lys is." Prince Lewin Martell replied. "It will take weeks for them to arrive, and by then, who knows how much damage they'll have done."
"We'll need to withdraw from Bloodstone for now then and regroup in the western isles of the Stepstones. With their proximity to Dorne, they'll be easier to defend." Rickard Stark spoke, his deep voice slightly echoing around the room.
"We'll need a diversion, something to draw their attention for a moment or to cause confusion in their ranks." Lord Greyjoy began. "But whoever is placed in command of the ship in charge of it will most likely not return. Who would we force this duty to."
Everyone's faces sank for a moment and they all looked around. He sighed and stepped forward. "I'll go ahead and do it."
"Prince Jaehaerys?" Gerold looked at him, his face showing clear bewilderment. Lord Greyjoy couldn't help but laugh a little.
"Seems the prince has guts. I'll give you some of my fastest ships boy."
-
"This isn't like you brother." Aerys glanced at him as he walked back to his tent. "I've never taken you as the type to volunteer for anything. Especially something as dangerous as this."
"You're really overestimating me brother. I'm only doing this to pay off my debts before I die."
"Debts?"
He looked at him for a moment, then he closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. "I don't like the fact that so many people are fighting and dying for mine and my family's sake. If this means this meaningless war will be one step closer to being ended I'll do it."
Aerys looked at him, a mix of displeasure and confusion. "I'll never understand you." He went over and hugged him tightly. "But do me a favor and come back safely, I don't want mother and father to bury another person."
Aerys broke away him after he finished hugging him. "I'll do what I can."
-
He stood at the front of the Ironborn Longship he'd been given by Quellon Greyjoy. They were staffed with the maximum amount of people that would be allowed while preserving its speed. Quellon offered to give him 10 of his ships but Jaehaerys only requested one. They'd gone over their plan, and he'd even helped modify it. They broke away from the main fleet, going around the battle and shooting arrows and scorpion bolts. They went around, being right behind the enemy line. "It seems they haven't noticed us." He looked at his navigator who stood beside him. "Can you spot the enemy flagship?"
Harren, the navigator took out his Myrish eye and glanced out towards the enemy ships, a moment later he put it down and on his side where it usually hung from. "Aye I've spotted it. Give the order."
"Dump all the supplies, the scorpion as well. We'll be sailing at full speed. Tell the oarsmen to ready themselves for combat, we'll be storming the flagship and holding the admiral hostage."
Harren looked at him for a moment then nodded, giving the order to the rest of his men. I hope this works. He'd tried this during the fourth battle of Tiamat, using a single ship with a skeleton crew to hold the future emperor of the galactic empire hostage and allow his fleet to fleet from certain destruction. He doubted the Essosi would be as civilized as Reinhard von Musel was however. A few minutes passed and the ship sailed towards the Valyrian, the flagship of Samarro Saan.
The ship got closer to the back of the enemy fleet, he stood at the front of the ship in as much armor as he could. He had a grappling hook ready to go, along with the rest of his men. They passed through the back of the enemy fleet undisturbed, the chaos of battle seemingly not affecting them. A few stray arrows passed above the ship and near him, but practically every ship was engaged in combat, even their target was as well.
After 20 minutes of sailing through the battlefield they were right beside it, he whistled and threw his grappling hook on the ship, followed by the rest of his men. The anchors of his ship were dumped and the oarsmen began to emerge from the ship. He pulled the grappling hook as hard as he could once it was on the hull of the Valyrian and began to pull himself towards it at the same time that his crew did.
He pulled himself as fast as he could, he'd unhooked various grappling hooks during this battle whenever he was at sea and had seen many men fall to their deaths in the water. Though he knew how to swim, he was in chainmail and leather, and he knew if he fell he would drown before he could catch onto anything.
30 seconds passed, his arms burnt from the strain of pulling so hard in such a short amount of time, but he felt relief as he touched onto the ship. He looked besides him and found several of his men already taking part in combat. He drew his sword and swung at the first person he could see, striking what seemed to be a Tyroshi and feeling his blood fall on his skin. He gathered several men that had boarded the ship with him and they began clearing out the deck, allowing more of his men to enter the ship. Soon, most of the men he'd bought with him on the Longship was finally on board. "Lets find the enemy commander." He said as he raised his sword up high.
They rampaged through the ship, cutting down every man they could find, in only a few minutes, they broke into the last room of the ship they'd been unable to find. He kicked the door down, finding a slim man with tanned skin, long white hair and purple eyes. He was wearing a wine-colored tunic and high boots of bleached white leather, he had a sword strapped to his right side and a dagger on his left. "Captain Samarro Saan." He pointed his sword at him. "I would recommend going quietly if you wish to live. I promise you will not be harmed."
Saan looked around the room, only for him to sigh and raise his arms. "Very well boy, I will give myself up."
He glanced at Harren who stood besides him. "Secure him with some of your men and bring him to the deck."
Harren went to Samarro with a few men and disarmed him, getting him down on the floor and tying him up. They bought him to the deck of the ship where the survivors were gathered, Samarro was sat down the others. "Have the oarsmen we bought in take positions. We're taking this ship back to our lines. Have the survivors from the enemy crew signal for the enemy to retreat."
They chatted and ate for the entire afternoon, he regretted not bringing too much food, fortunately there was a various grocery stores nearby and Schenkopp offered to go over and bring more food. 15 minutes later, Schenkopp showed up with more food, mostly light snacks and sandwiches.
Night started to descent upon Heinessen as everyone started to leave, Julian left first, followed by Cazern and his family, then Patrichev, Murai, Schenkopp and finally Attenborough. They were nice enough to clean up after themselves, leaving him and Frederica alongside an empty picnic basket. They went to a small hill that somewhat overlooked part of the park and sat there, watching the sun set as they chatted away.
He felt a slight pain on his left leg as time went on and the sun set. As the light left Heinessen he realized the lights around the park weren't turning on. Even the lights around the city remained off. The bustle of the city, the pedestrians walking around seemed to go away as only he and Frederica were left alone in the park. But the pain in his left leg began to intensify as the lights went out from his world. As the last of the sun's rays went out he stood up, only for the pain to reach its climax. Blood emerged from his leg, causing him to collapse back to where he sat.
He turned to Frederica, finding only horror as her eyes were seemingly replaced by black holes. Blood seeped from the holes, "Why did you leave us?" She asked him. "Why did you abandon us admiral?"
He tried to scream but couldn't, finding himself short of breath as he looked at his leg, finding himself slowly bleeding out. "Why did you leave us?" She continued.
"I'm sorry...Frederica....I'm sorr-"
"Wake up!" Another voice boomed, Yang felt himself being slapped as his world seemingly collapsed.
"Get a grip Jaehaerys!" He felt himself being slapped again, he opened his eyes, finding his twin brother seemingly waving his hand at his face. "Hey....it's just a dream you know."
He felt something moist under his eyes, he touched it, wiping off what seemed like tears.
"You were having some kind of nightmare." His brother started. "And who is this Frederica? I've never heard of any lady at court by that name." He put his finger on his chin and smiled. "Unless you've been in the streets of silk without me knowing brother." He chuckled.
He looked at him for a moment, then down at the sheets he covered himself with. "She.......she's not in this world." He looked down for a moment, even though his dream of her turned into a nightmare, he still missed her after all these years.
"Oh." His brother's smile died and he looked away, seemingly embarrassed. "I'm sorry brother I didn't mean t-"
"Its fine." He cut him off as he stood up, he reached for his sword and strapped it on, followed by his armor. It was basic armor composed of burnished bronzed steel with the sigil of his house on his chest-plate as well as his shield. "What's the plan for today?" He asked after putting on the last of his armor.
"A fleet from Tyrosh was spotted by several scout ships from House Velaryon. They recently gathered with the enemy ships in the area, and they'll be on top of us in a few hours, we're getting everything ready to meet them in battle." His stomach turned into a pit, he hated sea-battles. Instead of lasers and particle beams from afar it would be hand to hand fighting. He sighed as he started walking out of the tent.
"Lets get this over with."
-
He stood inside a tent on the shores of the island, besides him was his brother Aerys, while in front of them a table had been arranged with several seats. Lord Commander Gerold Hightower sat at the head of the table, in the surrounding seats there were various great lords from around Westeros. Lord Quellon Greyjoy sat next to Lord Commander Hightower on his right. On Lord Hightower's left sat Prince Lewin Martell, another member of the Kingsguard and the man in charge of the Dornish contigent in this campaign. The other great lords that led their respective regions were seated at the table as well, the only exception was the Westerlands, where Jason Lannister sat in place of Lord Tytos Lannister.
"I'm sure you all know why we're here." Lord commander Hightower started. "Per Lord Velaryon's report, we've lost 180 ships out of the 500 total ships we've bought to the Stepstones. Considering ship losses, we've taken less losses than the enemy so far."
"The question right now is how many losses the enemy has lost. And how many ships they have left." Lord Jon Arryn spoke.
"Despite the losses. We still have a slight numerical advantage." Lord Velaryon spoke, "However, we've just received a report from the master of whispers. I've been informed the enemy recently deployed another fleet from Lys. If the fleet makes contact with the rebels, there's no way we can avoid being wiped out."
"We have our own reinforcements on the way." Luthor Tyrell interjected. "House Redwyne has recently dispatched another 100 ships to help with the war effort. Should they arrive, they'll negate whatever numerical advantage their fleet would get from their reinforcements."
"Unfortunately, the Redwyne ports are farther from the stepstones than Lys is." Prince Lewin Martell replied. "It will take weeks for them to arrive, and by then, who knows how much damage they'll have done."
"We'll need to withdraw from Bloodstone for now then and regroup in the western isles of the Stepstones. With their proximity to Dorne, they'll be easier to defend." Rickard Stark spoke, his deep voice slightly echoing around the room.
"We'll need a diversion, something to draw their attention for a moment or to cause confusion in their ranks." Lord Greyjoy began. "But whoever is placed in command of the ship in charge of it will most likely not return. Who would we force this duty to."
Everyone's faces sank for a moment and they all looked around. He sighed and stepped forward. "I'll go ahead and do it."
"Prince Jaehaerys?" Gerold looked at him, his face showing clear bewilderment. Lord Greyjoy couldn't help but laugh a little.
"Seems the prince has guts. I'll give you some of my fastest ships boy."
-
"This isn't like you brother." Aerys glanced at him as he walked back to his tent. "I've never taken you as the type to volunteer for anything. Especially something as dangerous as this."
"You're really overestimating me brother. I'm only doing this to pay off my debts before I die."
"Debts?"
He looked at him for a moment, then he closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. "I don't like the fact that so many people are fighting and dying for mine and my family's sake. If this means this meaningless war will be one step closer to being ended I'll do it."
Aerys looked at him, a mix of displeasure and confusion. "I'll never understand you." He went over and hugged him tightly. "But do me a favor and come back safely, I don't want mother and father to bury another person."
Aerys broke away him after he finished hugging him. "I'll do what I can."
-
He stood at the front of the Ironborn Longship he'd been given by Quellon Greyjoy. They were staffed with the maximum amount of people that would be allowed while preserving its speed. Quellon offered to give him 10 of his ships but Jaehaerys only requested one. They'd gone over their plan, and he'd even helped modify it. They broke away from the main fleet, going around the battle and shooting arrows and scorpion bolts. They went around, being right behind the enemy line. "It seems they haven't noticed us." He looked at his navigator who stood beside him. "Can you spot the enemy flagship?"
Harren, the navigator took out his Myrish eye and glanced out towards the enemy ships, a moment later he put it down and on his side where it usually hung from. "Aye I've spotted it. Give the order."
"Dump all the supplies, the scorpion as well. We'll be sailing at full speed. Tell the oarsmen to ready themselves for combat, we'll be storming the flagship and holding the admiral hostage."
Harren looked at him for a moment then nodded, giving the order to the rest of his men. I hope this works. He'd tried this during the fourth battle of Tiamat, using a single ship with a skeleton crew to hold the future emperor of the galactic empire hostage and allow his fleet to fleet from certain destruction. He doubted the Essosi would be as civilized as Reinhard von Musel was however. A few minutes passed and the ship sailed towards the Valyrian, the flagship of Samarro Saan.
The ship got closer to the back of the enemy fleet, he stood at the front of the ship in as much armor as he could. He had a grappling hook ready to go, along with the rest of his men. They passed through the back of the enemy fleet undisturbed, the chaos of battle seemingly not affecting them. A few stray arrows passed above the ship and near him, but practically every ship was engaged in combat, even their target was as well.
After 20 minutes of sailing through the battlefield they were right beside it, he whistled and threw his grappling hook on the ship, followed by the rest of his men. The anchors of his ship were dumped and the oarsmen began to emerge from the ship. He pulled the grappling hook as hard as he could once it was on the hull of the Valyrian and began to pull himself towards it at the same time that his crew did.
He pulled himself as fast as he could, he'd unhooked various grappling hooks during this battle whenever he was at sea and had seen many men fall to their deaths in the water. Though he knew how to swim, he was in chainmail and leather, and he knew if he fell he would drown before he could catch onto anything.
30 seconds passed, his arms burnt from the strain of pulling so hard in such a short amount of time, but he felt relief as he touched onto the ship. He looked besides him and found several of his men already taking part in combat. He drew his sword and swung at the first person he could see, striking what seemed to be a Tyroshi and feeling his blood fall on his skin. He gathered several men that had boarded the ship with him and they began clearing out the deck, allowing more of his men to enter the ship. Soon, most of the men he'd bought with him on the Longship was finally on board. "Lets find the enemy commander." He said as he raised his sword up high.
They rampaged through the ship, cutting down every man they could find, in only a few minutes, they broke into the last room of the ship they'd been unable to find. He kicked the door down, finding a slim man with tanned skin, long white hair and purple eyes. He was wearing a wine-colored tunic and high boots of bleached white leather, he had a sword strapped to his right side and a dagger on his left. "Captain Samarro Saan." He pointed his sword at him. "I would recommend going quietly if you wish to live. I promise you will not be harmed."
Saan looked around the room, only for him to sigh and raise his arms. "Very well boy, I will give myself up."
He glanced at Harren who stood besides him. "Secure him with some of your men and bring him to the deck."
Harren went to Samarro with a few men and disarmed him, getting him down on the floor and tying him up. They bought him to the deck of the ship where the survivors were gathered, Samarro was sat down the others. "Have the oarsmen we bought in take positions. We're taking this ship back to our lines. Have the survivors from the enemy crew signal for the enemy to retreat."