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King Rhaegar is dying. A long battle his lungs are losing. Each breath an agony. His Queens at his side as the lords gather and the people wait with bated breath.
he has not declared an heir.
His brother Viserys in voluntary exile in Harrenhal with his Blackwood wife and their brood of children raised in the haunted halls.
Rhaenys with her bastard child and her wild ways frowned upon in most of Westeros.
His son Jaeherys and sister Daenerys wed with only a weak son and seven dead children to show for it. Daenerys hatched three dragons but only two can barely be ridden and the other flew to Harrenhal where it chose Viserys of all people as its rider.
But Aegon Blackfyre, rider of the Cannibal, scourge of Slavers, and Black Dread of the Company of the Rose has arrived in Westeros after sporadic visits since he abdicated over a decade ago. A man who was supposed to be King. A man who instead of being a peacemaker has become a dread none can control only unleash.
All have a claim to the throne. But which one will succeed King who nearly brought the realm to ruin?