INTRODUCTION TO THE MANUSCRIPT: THE AFTHERMATH OF THE DANCE OF THE DRAGONS

Numerous lunar cycles and seasonal changes have occurred since the events that I am about to narrate, yet the remembrance of these remarkable individuals persists even now.   In my role as Maester in the Citadel, I am documenting the ancient traditions and tales of the five children of the renowned Queen Rhaenyra, also known as The Great, and her esteemed spouse, The Rouge Prince, Daemon Targaryen.   Undoubtedly, there are those who are already acquainted with these individuals and their accomplishments, however, for those students who may need a reminder, allow me to briefly introduce the five noble princes who have gone down in history as Aegon III, the Golden King, Viserys the Clever, Rhaena the Charming, Visenya the Dreamer and the most important of all Baela the Glorious.

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Plot Summary

  Wrote by an unknown Maester of the Citadel the Preface of this story is written as if it was the start of a manuscript, and narrates the aftermath of the Dance of the Dragons and the early start of Queen Rhaenyra's reign. The Author explains what happened to the character and their fates and the political changes that occurred after the settlement of the new queen. In the second half, the author starts to define the characters of the five children of the Queen - Aegn, Viserys, Baela, Rhaena and Visenya - describing their looks and personalities and foreshadowing their future and what they did during their lives. At the end of the manuscript, the Maester present the sources from which he got the information to write the said manuscript and leave the reader with a quote from " The Chronicles of the Glorious Princess and Her Seven Knights ", the most important collection of tales about the adventures of Princess Baela.  

"Sing, Oh Vhagar, goddess brave and bold, Hear the tale of Baela, of anger untold. Upon her dragon, she brought ills so vast, Unleashing chaos on the land of Dornish, aghast.   Sing the song of Aemond, a prince in exile's plight, With his sword, he brought darkness, endless night. Thousands of men fell beneath his fearsome might, Leaving trails of destruction, a grim, gruesome sight.   Oh, ancient deities, hear their loyal hearts, The daughter and son, torn worlds apart. With fire and blood, they took the city state, Driven by revenge and glory, their fate.   Like their forefathers, they embraced the call, Conquering with valor, standing tall. What a glorious army, mighty and grand, Led by a commander, with victory in hand.   The Red-Blood Orange, a symbol of might, Shall tremble and fall, in the heat of the fight. Sing, Oh Tessarion, and all gods of old, Witness the triumph, as their story unfolds."