The Days and Nights of House Corinthyen
Aegon III Targaryen
To the Grand Maester of the Citadel
As requested, this letter bares as thorough of notes as I can muster on our Wise King, Aegon Targaryen, Third of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men.
King Aegon, as you know, can trace his lineage back to Aegon Targaryen, First of His Name, called ‘The Conqueror’. His blood runs pure, through the side of his mother, Rhaenyra Targaryen. He carries all the Targaryen traits (hair of silver, eyes of lavander) save the one, which I dare not put to writing.
His Grace inherited claimed the Iron Throne at the age of 11, after the death of his uncle, Aegon II Targaryen (vindication from the Seven, it’s whispered, for the monstrous death of Rhaenyra). Under his rule, the Kingdoms have been blessed with long summers, and relative peace. Some call him Dragonsbane, though never to his face. Under his reign the last of the dragons, a withered stunted creature, met its end, hardly larger than the cur’s that stalk the midden heaps of King’s Landing. Still, the smallfolk are content with bountiful crops; they care not of such things.
Recently, I was fortunate enough to accompany my Lord on a recent trip the The Red Keep. I write to you that the rumors you hear in Old Town do not lie. Gone are the tourneys and celebrations of Viserys Targaryen. Instead, the great hall is like a tomb. All about the Iron Throne seems a funeral.
His Grace is now only 30 years of age and has children of his own. He should seem as proud and regal as any man who sat the Iron Throne before him. Instead, he seems dour, as if a great weight has him in its throes.
He is an unsmiling man. He keeps his silver beard close clipped, without mustache. He wears nothing but black clothing on a body that is pale and lean.
I have my next report to you soon, as well as my findings on the properties and uses of lead as they relate to the medicinal treatment of headaches.
I am ever your Servant,
Sworn to House Darklyn