The Black Cell Boy

by Ayzlynn

Summary:

House Targaryen was in free fall, had been for years. Aerys, the Mad King, may have been mad but he had a plan. A plan that would see the House of Dragons soar again.
He had survived the Great Upheval, it had cost him his greatest heir, Rhaegar. He would never forgive the Realm, the world for taking his future away. It would pay for his loss, they all would.
All is not lost however, Rhaegar left Aerys an heir, so now he would keep the prince safe even if he had to imprison his rival in his own castle.
No secret stays a secret forever, and there a number of factions seeking a missing boy, to use him against Aerys and take his throne. When Viserys dares the younger Dragons to descend into the depths of the catacombs to confront the monsters that dwell there. They find no monsters, but they do find a mysterious boy locked in a Black Cell.
Even after returning to the light of the surface, Princess Daenerys cannot dispel thoughts of the mystery boy in the Black Cell.

Notes:

I wrote the premise of this story and the ‘discovery’ even some of the Meereen parts during Season Five. The only change is I originally named Jon as Aemon, but now I changed it to Aegon, it still fits in story.
Otherwise be prepared this story is as it is, the story will not follow tv or books in many if any ways. I am needing distraction from my other fictions so posting this for myself and to share something without all the canon people expect because there is none. Some elements will be similar to the other fictions as the mythos behind it all is the same and drawn from the original setting fiction I am penning.
I do not apologise if it is not an expected plot, this fiction is not a fix it is just a divergent story I wrote for my enjoyment.

Chapter 1: A Direwolf’s Rage

     “You will return my nephew to me!” Lord Stark could not control his rage.

     “I will not.” The king said too calm for the usual screechy man.

     “He is my nephew and you have no right to him.”

     “I have every right.  I am the king. You and your Rebellion cost me the future of my House, there are to be consequences.” Aerys glared down on the Northern lord.

     "It was not my rebellion. Your son stole my sister and raped her, Robert only fought to have his betrothed returned to him."

     "My son would NEVER perpetrate such a crime!"

     "Jon is..."

     "That is not his name!"

     "You already have a grandson, an heir by that name, you cannot have two." Lord Stark said quieter.

     "I am King, I can have anything I want. I want your nephew here, where I can watch him and make sure he causes me no more trouble than he already has."

     "I would take him North, raise him as the bastard he is, he would never trouble your House as I would never tell him."

     "You will never tell him because you will never see him.  He will be the payment to keep your rebellious head and your father's seat and for your House to keep Winterfell. You tell any man and I will kill the last piece of your sister you have." Aerys glared at this man who was not even half the man his lord-father had been before him.  A child who had played with the powers of the realm and failed miserably. "Now. Bend your knee and swear your fealty, and no more Stark blood need be spilled by a Targaryen." Ned did not want to, not bend to this insane man who had murdered his brother and father, thwarted the rebellion somehow and now held his nephew hostage.  His last piece of Lyanna.

     "My word should be enough why do you even want the lad?"

     "To keep The North loyal. Because as he is the last piece of your sister, he is also the last piece of my son."

     "You have Princess Rhaenys and Crowned Prince Aegon the Sixth. He is no last piece."

     "They are pieces true, but he is the last thing Rhaegar gave to this realm other than his life.  He belongs to me.  He will repay what you have done to my House.  Be loyal Lord Stark or your nephew will suffer for every little annoyance you are to me." Aerys grinned maliciously. "Now get out! Of my Throne room and my city!"

 

     Ned Stark was met at the door by another Targaryen and very different one.  Queen Rhaella, she was carrying her infant daughter, the Princess Daenerys if Ned remembered correctly. Wrapped in the red and black swaddling of House Targaryen.  Ned wondered what were the colours of Jon's swaddling, he was only months elder than the little princess.

     "Lord Stark."

    "My queen." He bent his head because he did respect his queen, she was his father's friend and she was kind with a gentle heart. She endured a great deal being married to the Mad King, even the sweet child in her arms was tainted with pain, for everyone knew the princess was conceived in the pain of rape.    

     "Aerys is right, Jon... That is what you call him?" Her voice so soft it was almost undecernible.

     "Yes, your grace."

     "He is the last piece of Rhaegar to us, to me.  The last touch my son left on this world. I will love him, as Rhaegar loved your sister and he did love her Lord Stark.  That little babe was born of a great love. They were happy until they were hunted.  He is my last piece of Rhaegar, I know Elia's son looks a Targaryen but Jon has Rhaegar's good soul behind his eyes."

     "I haven't seen him."

    "I will limit Aerys as much as I can and I will take care of him as much as Aerys will allow.  His life will not be in danger so long as I live.  Or Aerys will find a blade in my hand impaling his heart.  He is my grandson and I will protect him." Her words were empty if Aerys would not allow her to care  for Jon, but he could tell she meant them.

     "I will have to accept this as all I can hope for, as I cannot tempt Aerys rage and endanger the babe."

     "Have faith Lord Stark."

     "This is not over my queen, I will not give up, I will continue to return to petition for his release."

     "I would expect nothing else from Rickard's son." She smiled and let him go.

 

     "Has Lord Stark left?"

     "His party left the city at dawn your grace."

     "Good, now I need every servant in this castle and every one of Varys' little birds killed, so no one takes news of the boy to the world. Kill anyone who could have seen or heard he exists."

     "Everyone?"

     "I will have no more traitors in my Keep than I must keep."