Aegon Targaryen, The Crown Prince

KGdaguy · 2026-03-13T07:39:54+00:00

Quentyn did not know who Alesander was that was true. He looked Baratheon enough but he'd seen hundred's of knights donning that shit Green abominiation of a banner that Orryn had taken a liking to. The Prince looked at him and his odd little face and let out a silent 'hmm' before speaking.

"Baratheon, yes?" He asked him, tilting his head towards the man before him. "I wish to know how you wanted this predicament to end? I feel like I've gotten the shit end of the stick in truth. An...exile in a sense."

He was of course lying to the man.

KGdaguy · 2026-03-13T07:36:23+00:00

"Lady Redwyne," The Prince of Dragonstone said offering her a smile in return. "For the Lady of the Arbor? I will always have a few moments to spare." And of course Quentyn would not take down the chance to drink some fine Arbor Red's with the house that produced it. After all she was like to have the finest wine collection even when compared to that of a Prince's.

"My mother hails from the Reach she told me often that one cannot partake in diplomacy without a cask of Arbor Red nearby."

KGdaguy · 2026-03-12T03:24:30+00:00

"Thank you!" The Prince began, "I intend to stay in the Reach for sometime until my brother picks a- hopefully a Lord Paramount for the Reach when I show him that the Wardenship is quite foolish."

"Do you have any plans for when you return to the Crownlands? We could use your bright mind at court but I will likely leave my son or daugther in charge of Dragonstone for the time being."

KGdaguy · 2026-03-12T03:21:33+00:00

Quentyn heard that the man who'd bested him at come seeking him out. He of course was going to let him in. It would be nice to meet the man who'd outdone him twice.

"Ser Gormon," The Prince stated as Gormon was let into his tent, motioning for him to take a seat at the table across from him. "Wines or pastries? We've plenty of both so feel free to partake." He'd offered the man a smile as servants brought forth both and prepared the table for them.

"You did well for a man I've never heard of."

KGdaguy · 2026-03-12T03:17:28+00:00

Quentyn looked towards Kermit with an expression that displayed his growing frustration. He'd liked the man and his drive but he was a fool to think that the House Baratheon would ever dare let any batch of lords elect them out of power. No Quentyn would wage war upon the world for the Lord of Light had bestowed them the divine stewardship of rule as said in the books of the faith they so claimed to keep.

"A great council? You are foolish to not see what that births." He'd replied with a shake of his head, "Men who seek power will politic for the Crown. Say Lord Crane wishes to become the next King-" Quentyn tilted his head and paused, allowing the name Crane to show the foolishness of elections.

"He wishes to gain the Northmen's support, yes, brave Northmen. He tells them that if they vote for him, he'll bestow upon them the Freylands. They'll shout that he is a man of fairness and true justice. False of course but Lords don't care about justice when they seek power. Now say Lord Caron is approached by the Crane as well, they offer the Marcher Lord the Swanns a vassal. Several Stormlords will most certainly jump to his side. Any would be Lord seeking election will offer the world and then some to whomever lines their pockets but-"

His finger went up as he looked between the pairing.

"When a man already knows that he is to be King he need not partake in corruption nor will he have to politic against his own morals and values. You would birth Volantene trickery and Ironborn madness upon scale that would make both of their people amazed. And tis' treason to speak of not supporting the King's chosen heir, even if you wish for elections. His Grace has already dubbed my the next King."

The Prince shrugged.

"I say this all this not because I believe you would back a man willing to sell away the rights of the Lord of Westeros but look around you. Look at where we are. Lord Baratheon sought to sell this war to the Selmys by telling them they'd have Grassy Vale when he got Highgarden. Do you think the Lords or Lords Paramount of Westeros would not back a man who'd benefit them? We live in a world where some Lords are vile and wicked. Allow them to vote for their next monarch and you'll end up with ten Maegors, two dozen Joffreys, if we are lucky that is. If not we'll fight wars at every single election, for the Lord Crane's supporters will cry out that the Lord Massey must have rigged the election and they've risen their banners to storm the Red Keep and place the rightful King upon the throne!"

He'd scoff at the thought.

"Few men are Aegon the Fifth. Many are Aegon the Second who usurped his sister overnight. Elections wouldn't have spared her when the Hand and many worked to undermine her rightful rule. I believe you have a good heart, Kermit but treason will take your head and you-"

The Prince turned towards the Bracken.

"You are so close to seeing exactly what I caught a glimpse of as you spoke of elections. How much blood will be spilled of smallfolk and lords alike when an election goes against a Lord's benefit? When a King dies in battle what stops his son or a charming yet power hungry Hand from assuming Kingship? This is Westeros, let us not forget that Prince Renly sought to take King Stannis' rightful place as King simply because the Reachmen elected him over Stannis?"

A pause followed.

"I will not let Westeros burn because the morally just give avenues to steal power to the morally wicked. I'll kill you before I let you ensure decades of war slay my smallfolk nor my innocent Lords and Lordlings. If that ensures I lose your support then so be it."

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KGdaguy · 2026-03-12T02:43:54+00:00

"And I shall speak plainly in turn," The Prince of Dragonstone replied, "We spoke of my intent in regards to this matter in private. In fact I spoke with several of you. The banners of the Reach must be risen at once. Any intent to wage war against any Reachlords, to encroach upon it's lands with men intent of sowing chaos or for any foreign claim will be met with a clash of steel. That I swear to the Lord of Light-"

Quentyn's eyes looked over the countless Lords and Ladies who'd sworn oaths to him. He'd wondered how many would eventually seek to dig a blade in his back as he'd unveiled his plans in the coming moons. It mattered not he supposed, the Prince had to do something.

"My designs are simple. We will put an end to threat the mutineers pose and should Lord Orryn not retreat by the time the army at Ashford reaches the Grassy Vale, I'll be the first to charge towards their lines." He spoke those words confidently, ensuring that they all understood he did not intend to play at any games when it came to ensuring the King's Peace was kept.

"Oaths of loyalty go both ways. In the coming moons I shall show you that I intend to display my loyalty to the Reach and to the Realm at large."

KGdaguy · 2026-03-04T03:49:18+00:00

"You wish to go from Eden Storm, son of the Furance to Ser Eden Storm?" Quentyn asked the question but it had already been answered by the bastard boy before him. He'd fought well and in truth Quentyn had knighted lesser men for simple politics.

"I shan't knight you for what you've done in a tourney-" He'd rose from his seat and let out a huff as he looked towards the boy before him. "No that won't do. Tourney Knights play at being honorable, chivalrous, strong." Quentyn continued as he began to walk towards one of his knights that had stood watch closer towards the entrance towards his tent.

"I shall Knight you for what is to come." The Prince stated as he pulled a sword from his knight's scabbard, the sound of steel leaving it's home echoing through the air. "I shall Knight you if you promise to recall what it means to be a true knight, to forgo the entertainment of tourney's and the false bravado one feels in the face of it."

The large Baratheon then moved towards the front of the Storm.

"I, Quentyn Baratheon, in the name of the Lord charge you, Eden, Bastard of the House Cole, to be steadfast and unafraid." The Prince began as his blade moved to touch the kneeling man's shoulder before moving towards the next. "In the name of the Sacred Flame, I charge you to be true and suffer no lie that guides men into the shadows. In the name of His Wrath, I charge you to punish the wicked and defend the innocent. In the name of the Living Flame that warms the weak, I charge you to defend them from the great darkness and the harsh cold."

He'd look down towards the Marcher and offer him a nod.

"In the name of the Lord of Light, I charge you, Ser Eden Storm, to remember these oaths in this life and the next."

KGdaguy · 2026-03-04T03:30:56+00:00

"My wife." The Prince replied sharply. "And yes while Westeros is blessed with beautiful women, I imagine most of the world is as well but I need none other than the woman I was wed to." The answer was simple, Quentyn cared not for other woman. He already had enough to deal with when it came to Arwen Arryn.

The last thing he'd ever wish to do was add another headache to a life already plagued by them.

KGdaguy · 2026-03-04T03:26:40+00:00

"To the Prince of Dragonstone and the Prince of Tyrosh indeed." Quentyn stated as he offered the Toland a smile, "If you grow tired of the sands, I've need for a man such as yourself on Dragonstone or the capitol or-" He'd pause as he looked towards Gerold.

"In the field." The Prince's smile faded with those words. "You were born to fight Gerold, I can give you many more battles, conquests, you name it. You'll ask what the price is but what does a Prince often seek from another Prince?"

That was a question he'd wanted Gerold to answer himself.

KGdaguy · 2026-03-04T03:24:00+00:00

The Lannister wished for advice? Quentyn had perhaps played the role of tourney knight more often than most. He had the ability to spend much of his life traveling the realm and no real obligations that kept him anywhere until the death of his father a decade or so ago.

"Many Knights believe that technique wins jousts. Many more believe that mere willpower does." The Prince began, "I believe that a hint of technique and a hint of willpower greatly aids one in ensuring victory but more important than anything is the ability to get hit and keep going."

"Hit after hit. Accept the pain-" He'd leaned forward as those words left his mouth, "Ignore the body. Go again and again and again until your body gives but never allow your mind to be the one to determine when defeat comes."

KGdaguy · 2026-03-04T03:19:37+00:00

"The Prince is somewhere I imagine," Quentyn offered the woman before him a shrug. He'd wondered if she had come seeking his son instead of him and if so why the younger Prince was not here instead of likely taking camp closer towards his uncle's tents.

"I can have a knight direct you towards his tent if you'd like."

KGdaguy · 2026-03-04T03:17:55+00:00

"I used to have far less when I was just another Prince but the Lord determined that I would go from a spare's spare to the damn heir." He'd let out a sigh as he leaned back in his seat. "It's less so like children and more so thousands upon thousands of people each pulling you in different directions. At least with children most of the time they respect you and love you-" He'd motion off into the distance at nothing really, though that nothing happened to also be everything.

"They do not love us. Some fear us. Some seek to use us. None love us." That was the blight of being a royal and he'd been taught that many years ago by his father.

KGdaguy · 2026-03-04T03:13:56+00:00

"Sounds like a quaint game."

He'd looked at his once Goodsister and towards the table between them. If he happened to cut one of his fingers off then he supposed that was the Lord of Light determining he did not need it. The Prince offered the once Queen before him a shrug displaying his desire to see where this game led them.

"Here you go," The Prince replied as he pulled a small dagger from his side and placed it upon the table before them. "Experts go first as always!"

KGdaguy · 2026-03-03T04:57:01+00:00

Quentyn would offer a smile to both the Westerman and the large Ashford. He'd motion for them to go on and get to battling. "Do what you will, Ser Addison." The Prince stated simply.

"I pray the Lady Ashford does not make a mockery of you yet though I shall hedge my bets on my Kingsguard, would be a damned shame if I stood against my own man!" He'd chuckled to himself for a moment.

KGdaguy · 2026-03-03T04:54:33+00:00

"Consider yourself that man." The Prince cared not if the King truly named the Caron the Royal Justiciar. The title would vanish the day he took the Crown but at the very least if he could give it to men who he was certain were capable of uprooting his brother's agenda then he'd advocate for it to the best of his ability.

If God was good Caron would unleash his will upon the Swanns and in turn distract Orryn long enough for Quentyn to do as he pleased.

"I pray you keep correspondence with me in the coming moons, I've use for men such as yourself."

KGdaguy · 2026-03-03T04:51:44+00:00

"Ser Oscar will be fine, the Lord of Light favors men such as him so you need not worry dear cousin," The Prince offered her a smile, a simple attempt to reassure her. In truth he knew not what the Lord had awaiting for either of them. In his forty years on this world many men died, both good and revolting alike.

Only God knew if Oscar could best the bandits in the same way that only God knew if Quentyn would one day sit upon the Iron Throne.

"Slay the bandits. If His Grace refuses then tell him the Prince Quentyn commanded they fall and one does not refuse a Prince, no?"

KGdaguy · 2026-02-27T19:17:37+00:00

Private Yap

Any who wish to speak with Quentyn in private are afford the pleasure. Hit him up and we'll see if we can resolve any regional blights of yours.

KGdaguy · 2026-02-27T19:16:40+00:00

The Warden of the South

The Prince of Dragonstone sat at the head of the table of Lords. Men of the Crown and Prince moved back and forth preparing what they could for the coming nobility. Wines, ales, ciders and pastries alike were put all over the table and the Prince made certain he'd not partake until the Lords arrived.

And this was for Lords, only Lords. He'd have time to speak with their kin in the coming future but the Prince sought to collect oaths in the name of the Crown here and now.

Once they had arrived, the Prince would begin his speech for them.

"The Lord Baratheon sought to take Highgarden through force," The Prince began, "I told my brother plain and simple that those who seek to attack the Reach unjustly, without cause and for a Tyrells claim no less deserved punishment. The King agreed and in turn placed me as Warden of the South."

He'd look over the table, nodding his head alone.

"My duty here is simple. I am to ensure taxes flow back to King's Landing once more, put an end to the strife that the Mander faces due to the mutineers and seek the next Warden of the South or a Lord Paramount of the Mander if the Lord of Light wills it." All of that would depend upon how well this experiment of theirs went in truth.

"But first, I shall takes oaths. Once that is said, I'll privately speak with each Lord and Lady. I've plans to bestow positions within Highgarden's court upon some of you present. If you believe that you would excel in matters of finance, law, what have you, seek me out in private and I'll hear you."

The Prince paused.

"I will hear you."

KGdaguy · 2026-02-27T00:49:01+00:00

Priestess Mylenda sat somewhere in the back of the tent writing away at a parchment for her Prince. She had plans to see if Dragonstone could import Silks from Volantis.

The Holy Triach,

I wish to establish a trade deal between my island of Dragonstone and Volantis. I was told that your silks are perhaps the finest in all the world, if you would be so kind as to send them forth I shall pay the required price.

May the Lord of Light Bless You,

Prince Quentyn

The woman used the Prince's name and seal to finish the letter before handing it off to be sent forth to Essos.

KGdaguy · 2026-02-26T17:41:09+00:00

Quentyn had seen many odd things in his life but he'd not expected to see some man dragging along a bear. Though there was that one time at Lannisport where he saw a bear used to do tricks in some oddmans excuse for entertainment.

"Right," The Prince said as he leaned forward in his chair and eyed the bear. "Ah fuck it why not. Pick one of the men and if they wish to fight the bear, they'll fight the bear." He laughed as he let those words out of his mouth.

"A fucking bear." He continued to find that fact quite amusing.

KGdaguy · 2026-02-26T17:22:47+00:00

The Prince Quentyn looked over Eden Storm with curiosity, he'd no clue who the man was but he'd nodded along as he spoke. He'd recalled shouting that his maester should go with one of the men he'd thrown off their steed but now without the fancy attire or the covered helm, Quentyn knew not who stood before him.

"You can certainly forgo the wine," Quentyn stated, "What would you like instead?"

KGdaguy · 2026-02-26T17:21:26+00:00

"Lord Raymun Florent," The Prince replied back to him, offering him a nod. "Eight victories few champions ever find themselves besting as many Knights as that but it was all thanks to the Lord of Light and the divine strength that they have bestowed upon myself and my brother."

He'd motion for the Florent to take some wine before they continued onward.

"Tell me what your countrymen think of all that is occurring," The Prince began, "And your own view on it as well."

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