THE NARROW SEA
( 282 AC )

VAEGON watched out the window of the small trading vessel as Dragonstone grew farther and farther away. Despite the raging storm that engulfed the sky and sea, the fires of those charging toward the Keep were still visible in the distance, even from the frothing water. The young boy didn't quite understand what was happening, but as he looked over to the little baby girl in his brother's arms he somehow knew that things were no longer going to be the same.

"Where are we going, Viserys?" Vaegon asked, his teary violet eyes looking up to his older brother for answers. Viserys held an expression so deadly that the little prince wasn't sure if he was meant to speak.

"Ser Willem is going to take us somewhere safe," Viserys muttered a reply, his violet eyes darkened with rage as he looked toward their ancestral home that was being sacked by the rebels. Everything they knew was ripped away from them and the boy of five would now be forced to raise his younger siblings. Under the rage, fear and uncertainty stirred.

"I don't want to leave Dragonstone!" Vaegon cried out as his little hands gripped the wooden window frame with despair. "Mother is there! We can't leave her there!"

"Mother is dead," Viserys snapped. Vaegon winced at the harshness of his words. "All that is left is you, Dany, and I. We're the last three heads of the dragon, Vaegon, and we can't go back or we'll die. There are bad men after us."

The last three Targaryen's had been hastily ushered through the secret tunnels of Dragonstone, rebels on their heels as loyalists fought to get them to safety. Ser Willem Darry was the sole surviving loyalist that managed to get the three children aboard a ship that took off into the raging Narrow Sea, toward the Free Cities of Essos.

Vaegon, a young boy of three and a half didn't know as much as Viserys it seemed, who was merely two years his senior but displayed a decent understanding of what they were facing. Vaegon understood the slightest bit, knowing now that if they hadn't fled Dragonstone, they would be dead like their mother.

In his fear, the young boy wanted nothing more than to be in the arms of his brother, Rhaegar. The fondest of memories that the young boy possessed were of his oldest brother and his now deceased mother, which had been whisked away from his world. Rhaegar always knew what to do, yet they'd been informed that he was gone just shortly after they'd arrived to Dragonstone on the order of their King father. ( years later, Vaegon would realize it was the death of his brother that most likely forced his mother into the fateful labor. )

From the death of their mother came a blessing so sweet, it almost outshines the dreadful events that had occurred. Looking upon the baby girl in Viserys' arms was calming to Vaegon as they swayed to the rock of the ship. It was so calming, in fact, that the young boy was able to forget what was happening for a few moments and focus on the soft, innocent features of his baby sister. He couldn't understand how a newborn baby could be so beautiful, with her soft tufts of thin silver hair.

He had yet to see her eyes, but he knew they had to be violet like his own, or perhaps the deep indigo Rhaegar's had been.

Looking up to Viserys, Vaegon asked, "Will Dany still be a princess? Like we are princes'."

"Of course she will be," Viserys replies. "We're going to raise her together, Vaegon. You're going to help me, do you understand? Mother and Rhaegar are gone now and we're the only ones left."

Vaegon nods immediately, understanding that his sole drive was to now protect the little princess in front of him. He makes a vow to himself that he will never allow a soul to hurt her or they would face his wrath by awakening the dragon. It would never happen.

Though of pure intentions, he was not enough.