Cast List:

MAIN TARGARYEN LINE

King Valarr Targaryen, 50, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms

Queen Alysanne Targaryen, 25, deceased, former Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men

Prince Rhaegel Targaryen, 24, exiled, "The Maniac of Myr"

Princess Viserra Targaryen, 22, Princess of Dragonstone and heir apparent to the Iron Throne

Prince Aerys 'the Abhorrent' Targaryen, 16, "Maron's Maid"

Princess Shaena Targaryen, 16, "Queen of Glass"

Princess Naerys Targaryen, 15, "The Spring Princess"

SECONDARY TARGARYEN LINE

Prince Raelar Targaryen, 46, deceased, Knight of the Seven, brother to King Valarr Targaryen

Princess Elaera Targaryen, 35, deceased, wife to Raelar Targaryen

Prince Viserys Targaryen, 21, Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, Master of Laws, "Summer's King"

The Great Council (SYOC)

Prologue: Fit for a King

The night was dark, and the future was darker still. As the trio sat around the King, they could see that the future was going to be very different than what had transpired. And each had a very different idea of what that future would look like.

The first was the King's nephew, and his Master of Laws, the young Prince Viserys. He leaned over the King's deathbed to whisper a faint prayer to the Seven to take his soul up with them. An orphan himself, he had proven himself to the King time and time again, yet he had still not arranged for a betrothal to his eldest daughter, the Princess Viserra, who was certainly going to become Queen. His ideal future was one of him seated upon the Iron Throne. He had the blonde, wispy hair of the Targaryens, coupled with a broad chest and domineering style that seemed to fit the black-haired Baratheons more than him. Yet, he was still a close confidante of King Valarr.

The second was the Hand of the King, the Grand Maester Orwen. A slight man, but linked with many chains from his years of experience at the Citadel, he too hoped for a bright future for the Seven Kingdoms. He knew that Princess Viserra would keep him on as Grand Maester, but as Hand of the King…he did not know. His future belonged next to the King or Queen, whoever they would be. His teeth gritted as he watched the ailing King, true pain in his eyes.

The third was but an observer, sitting in the shadows of the room. The Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, Ser Robin Snow, a bastard of the King himself, sired when the King was but a boy. He was nearly 12 years older than King Valarr's eldest son, whom he had with Alysanne years later. Black hair and violet eyes adorned the Lord Commander, staring forward at the King. His future was murkier still…standing in front of a King at war, serving him honorably.

"My son…" King Valarr groaned in pain, opening his eyes for the first time in days. His eyes were glued to Prince Viserys, not born of his blood at all.

"My King," Viserys said softly. "You are mistaken. I am Viserys, your nephew. Blood of your brother."

If Valarr heard them, which he likely didn't due to the illness, he paid no attention to them. "You have come home," Valarr said, his voice ragged. His body began to shake with great sobs as he began to cry. "My beloved son…"

It was clear then that he did not mean Prince Aerys, the young boy he'd sent to Dorne to become allies with the Prince. He meant Prince Rhaegel. Viserys did his best not to act out, biting his lip so hard it bled.

"Do you forgive me?" Valarr asked, his eyes pained and hopeful as he gazed at what he thought was his lost son.

"I do," Viserys said quietly. It didn't take long after that. As if a great weight had been taken off his shoulders, Valarr sagged back into bed and was taken by the Stranger. The old King was dead.

"Someone call for Princess Viserra at once," The Grand Maester said immediately, rising to his feet, great chains clanking as he did so. "She is to be crowned Queen as soon as the Septon can make it to the Red Keep."

Viserys carefully pried himself away from the cool fingers of the dead king. "I must do it," He said to them. "She must hear from her own blood, from a Targaryen."

So, it was done. The Grand Maester and Ser Snow waited in the King's chambers while the prince went to get Viserra. It was that point that maesters would point back to as a turning point in Westerosi history. The great man navigated through the Red Keep easily, turning through corridors and hallways that would've stumped a non-Valyrian. It was clear that Viserys Targaryen was a true dragon.

The stories go that Viserra Targaryen was sleeping when the door was opened. But from that point on, maesters would differ. But for the purposes of this story…you are allowed into the chambers of the Princess of Dragonstone, temporarily at the Red Keep to be by her ailing father's side. It was only coincidence that she was not at his side the night of his passing, as she had been with him every other night until then. Some said that she was lending her strength to him.

Viserys Targaryen would not draw his sword. But Viserra Targaryen would be dead before the night was out. Those that would eventually hate Prince Viserys say that he killed her while she was asleep. But that is also untrue.

She raised her head from her pillow and looked at her cousin. "Viserys," She whispered softly as she watched him approach. "My father…"

"Is dead," Viserys said crisply, running his hand through his bright hair. "And means for you to take the throne."

"That is not why you have come," Viserra rose to sit up, staring at her cousin with a calm sort of look in her eyes. "You mean to take the throne for yourself. Do not deny it, dear cousin, for you are not a good liar."

"You have a choice, Viserra," Viserys replied. "Wed me and you may live. Deny me, and you will pay for it with your life."

Viserys' face was beginning to stream with tears, for many said he did love her. But Viserra's heart and mind were already locked to him from years of mistrust. "I have made my decision, Viserys." She said, her head held high. "I deny you."

A sort of strangled cry wrenched from his throat and he leapt into the bed of Viserra. He grabbed a pillow and shoved it onto her face, quickly beginning to smother the girl. Viserra, while a scrappy fighter, was no match for the trained warrior. Scratches from the Princess left deep scars down his back and stomach, her feet kicking him over and over again. But he did not let go. He began to sob, his head burying into the other side of the pillow. It was too late. Viserra Targaryen was dead.

It was like that for ten minutes before Viserys got a hold of himself. He slowly removed the pillow, and set it aside. He got to his feet and moved the body and the room to make it more believable that she had passed in her sleep. Then, he made his way back to the king's chambers.

Grand Maester Orwen and Robin Snow looked up at him with anticipation, for they intended to anoint a Queen that night. But the tears in Viserys' eyes and the way he carried himself confirmed the worst. "Not Viserra…" Orwen whispered as he fell to his knees. It would not just be Targaryens whom the Stranger would claim that night. Orwen was said to pass of a heart attack that very moment.

Ser Snow looked up at Prince Viserys. "I am duty bound to call for Prince Aerys' return."

Viserys' hand moved to the pommel of his sword. Robin Snow simply laughed, shaking his head. "Prince Viserys, you know I serve none but the King. And you know I am much more gifted with a sword than yourself. If you are wise, you would not draw yours. I give you an opportunity, Prince."

"I'm listening," Viserys replied.

"Tomorrow, I will tell the court that Princess Viserra died the same way as her father, as I'm sure she did," Robin did not doubt the veracity of Viserys' statement there. "I will recommend a summoning of a Great Council, to be held at Summerhall, your stronghold."

Viserys did not like the plan, for there were many ways for it to go wrong. But, he still preferred it to lying smote on the ground by Ser Robin Snow. So he simply nodded. However, there were many wrinkles that would come to the plan going forward.

A/N: This was a bit shorter than I would've liked, but I wanted to get this out there today so people could still use their weekend on this. I rated this T for now but it is subject to change going forward. This is based off of a Great Council in the future. I would love characters of all backgrounds, but a few I would need would be Heads/Heirs of Major Houses, and maybe some Dornish. I would maybe be willing to listen to a Targaryen submission, but those should be rare.
The time on this is intentionally nebulous. Dragons are still a thing, this is before the tragedy of Summerhall. This is canon-aligned but not strictly canon. I will need allies of people, potential spouses, potential players in the Game, people that want independence, etc., as this is still not very far from the War of Conquest. If you have any questions, do not hesitate to PM me, as my inbox is always open.

Info on the Four Main Targaryens

Prince Rhaegel Targaryen, "the Maniac of Myr" was banished by his father from Westeros for trying to steal a Dragon rather than ask for one. He ended up burning part of the city in his escape, leaving on a dragon for Essos. He is quite mad and not well-liked by anyone in King's Landing. He is regarded as an anomaly, but very powerful. Many expect him to show up at Summerhall, even if uninvited. He looks gaunt most of the time, but is not unattractive.

Prince Viserys Targaryen, "Summer's King", is the lord of Summerhall currently. He is well-liked by the populace for his kind and good-looking demeanor. He is not from the main line, but many think he would make a better king or Queen than anyone else. He was a hero in the last war, which is what got him knighted, turning back an army of Dornish in the last Dornish war. He has tamed a dragon.

Prince Aerys Targaryen, "Maron's Maid", is the next son of King Valarr. Mocked because of rumors that have swirled that he is the male lover of Maron Martell, the Prince of Dorne, he rarely returns home and often fuels the fires that he is doing this because of it. He is regarded as weak and is not well thought of by the general public. He has yet to tame a dragon despite his age.

Princess Shaena Targaryen, "Queen of Glass" is much like her older sister Viserra: strong-willed, angry, and intelligent. She is currently in Casterly Rock, on a trip by her father to convince the North, Riverlands, and Westerlands to send people to King's Landing to represent them. She is brittle and easy to anger. But she is regarded as capable, even if she is a woman. She has tamed a dragon.

Prince Naerys Targaryen, "The Spring Princess", is very different than the rest of them, resembling Aerys more than anyone else. Soft and gentle, she hardly takes sides in any conflict. She is most likely going to be married off to someone, as that is all people think she serves a purpose for. She is good-looking as well, making her a prize for any young lordling.

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