![]() ![]() When Rhaegar fell, many threw down their weapons and fled the field. The rest were archers, freeriders, and foot soldiers armed with spears and pikes. “Your brother Rhaegar brought as many men to the Trident,” Ser Jorah admitted, “but of that number, no more than a tenth were knights. He wondered if Rhaegar had frequented brothels somehow he thought not. For the first time in years, he found himself remembering Rhaegar Targaryen. There was no answer Ned Stark could give to that but a frown. Fifteen years dead, yet Robert hates him as much as ever. Suddenly, uncomfortably, he found himself recalling Rhaegar Targaryen. “Have the years so unmanned you that you tremble at the shadow of an unborn child?” “Your Grace, I never knew you to fear Rhaegar.” Ned fought to keep the scorn out of his voice, and failed. “To put an end to Targaryens!” the king growled. ![]() Viserys is less than the shadow of a snake.” “Can you wake the dead, girl? Your brother Rhaegar was the last dragon, and he died on the Trident. Only then, crippled, had Donal Noye come to the Wall, when his life was all but over. He’d done all the things that Jon would never do, and then when he was old, well past thirty, he’d taken a glancing blow from an axe and the wound had festered until the whole arm had to come off. They said it was Donal Noye who’d forged King Robert’s warhammer, the one that crushed the life from Rhaegar Targaryen on the Trident. “You can’t get your hands on this one, can you?” he said quietly. If the years had not quenched Robert’s thirst for revenge, no words of his would help. Ned knew better than to defy him when the wrath was on him. “I will kill every Targaryen I can get my hands on, until they are as dead as their dragons, and then I will piss on their graves.” The king jerked the reins hard, quieting the animal, and pointed an angry finger at Ned. And Rhaegar … how many times do you think he raped your sister? How many hundreds of times?” His voice had grown so loud that his horse whinnied nervously beneath him. The way your lord father died, that was unspeakable. “What Aerys did to your brother Brandon was unspeakable. ![]() “A thousand deaths will still be less than he deserves.” “In my dreams, I kill him every night,” Robert admitted. When Ned had finally come on the scene, Rhaegar lay dead in the stream, while men of both armies scrabbled in the swirling waters for rubies knocked free of his armor. The waters of the Trident ran red around the hooves of their destriers as they circled and clashed, again and again, until at last a crushing blow from Robert’s hammer stove in the dragon and the chest beneath it. “I vowed to kill Rhaegar for what he did to her.” The king touched her cheek, his fingers brushing across the rough stone as gently as if it were living flesh. The polished skulls of the last dragons staring down sightlessly from the walls of the throne room while the Kingslayer opened Father’s throat with a golden sword. Princess Elia of Dorne pleading for mercy as Rhaegar’s heir was ripped from her breast and murdered before her eyes. The sack of King’s Landing by the ones Viserys called the Usurper’s dogs, the lords Lannister and Stark. Her brother Rhaegar battling the Usurper in the bloody waters of the Trident and dying for the woman he loved. ![]() The midnight flight to Dragonstone, moonlight shimmering on the ship’s black sails. Yet sometimes Dany would picture the way it had been, so often had her brother told her the stories. ![]()
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