"Life is sweet at first, but it turns bitter throughout adolescence and adulthood; at the end of life, life is completely unpalatable, but for some reason, this taste is the most delicious in the world." Aemon Targaryen, Son of King Maekar I.

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Aenar entered the room holding a baby in his arms. The baby had dark skin and his mother's silver hair, but he had his father's eyes. It was Aenar's third child, Aemon, the Second Imperial Prince.

Aenar's purple eyes met the debilitated figure of an old man. He was lying on a luxurious bed worthy of a true prince.

It was the former Maester of Castle Black, Aemon, son of King Maekar I. When news arrived that Aemon's health was increasingly deteriorating, Aenar did not hesitate to bring the old man back to the Red Keep.

"Aenar…" Seeing Aenar's arrival, Aemon showed a weak and flaccid smile, but his eyes were brighter than ever. He was over a hundred years old; death seemed to affect him.

"I came to introduce you to my second son." Aenar sat beside the head and showed the sleeping baby in his arms. Looking at the fragile old man before him, the Emperor spoke in a calm tone. "He is named Aemon in honor of a great and wise man I met when I was young."

Aemon's lips trembled upon hearing Aenar's words. He looked at the delicate baby in the young emperor's arms with an almost indescribable emotion on his face. There was happiness, love, and relief.

"I am just a foolish and blind old man; I deserve no honor." Aemon used his remaining strength to gently caress the cheek of the young life before him. There were tears in his eyes as he observed the baby's sweet and peaceful expression.

"That's not for you to decide." Aenar replied with an arrogant and amused tone, making Aemon shake his head helplessly.

Aenar showed a serious look and spoke in a solemn tone. "If you wish, I can heal you, even restore your youth."

Aemon merely smiled and looked at the ceiling of his room with a nostalgic gaze and no reluctance to part with this world. "I want to see Egg, I want to see my stern father, I want to see my sweet mother, I want to see our family, Aenar."

Aenar frowned upon hearing the subtle refusal in the old man's words. However, he respected Aemon's choices. Looking at the old man in bed, he said in a gentle tone. "I will grant you that wish, great-uncle."

Aemon showed a confused expression at Aenar's words, but his eyes soon widened to the extreme upon seeing the figures appearing beside his bed. There were tears in his eyes as he saw everyone he knew appear before him again.

Maekar I Targaryen, Dyanna Dayne, Daeron Targaryen, Aerion Targaryen, Daella Targaryen, Aegon V Targaryen, Rhae Targaryen.

Aenar immediately embedded information about what was happening in these people's minds and brought consciousness to the material world. This showed that Aenar could already affect the surrounding matter.

Aemon's eyes scanned everyone present and focused on his father. The Maester's voice came out trembling, but with a tone full of gentleness. "Father, I did not bring dishonor to your name."

Maekar looked at his son lying in bed with a hard, stern, but equally warm gaze. "You arrogant brat, when did I tell you to do something to bring me honor?" Although there was gentleness in his gaze, his voice came out harsh, arrogant, and even intimidating.

"Speak with more respect to your son." Maekar's wife, Dyanna Dayne, looked at her husband with disapproval. She approached Aemon and held his fragile, thin hand with a look of pain and full of love.

"It's alright, mother, I would have given anything to hear my father scolding me again." Aemon looked at the beautiful woman beside his bed and acted like a child who had done something wrong and been caught red-handed.

"Oh, my sweet Aemon." Dyanna felt her eyes well up with tears as she looked at the debilitated figure in bed. What mother would want to see her son in that state? At least a mother who loved her own children would not wish such a sight upon any woman in the world.

"Brother, you are old." Aegon V, known as Egg, looked at his older brother and said with an amused tone.

A sincere laugh escaped Aemon's lips. He looked at the figure of his younger brother and spoke in a gentle tone full of regret. "I missed you, Egg. Even blind and old, I tried to avenge our family against the monsters who murdered them."

"I know, I am proud to have an older brother like you." Aegon V's tone trembled with emotion.

"Want some wine, Aemon?" Daeron, Maekar and Dyanna's eldest son, known as Daeron the Drunkard, asked with a funny, casual, and amused tone.

"Can't you stop drinking even now?" Daella, Maekar's daughter, commented with a helpless tone. Rhae also looked at her older brother with a helpless gaze. The older brother's title really suited him well.

The entire family began to converse as they all gathered beside Aemon's bed, accompanying and laughing at every moment. No one spoke of his impending death; they just acted like a family.

Aenar silently left and let the family talk among themselves. Looking at the baby in his arms, he calmly whispered. "You will be a counselor serving by my side and Alysanne's; do not dishonor the name I gave you, my dear son."

The Emperor returned to Rhaenys's room, where he found his queen, nursing another baby, a girl.

Yes, Rhaenys had twins.

Aemon and Daenys.

"How was it?" Rhaenys asked with a gentle tone; perhaps having just given birth, she had an especially more mature and charming expression. Looking at her full and enormous breasts, Aenar was sure that Aemon and Daenys would not go without food for their entire baby lives.

"A family reuniting after a long time, I have never seen him so happy in his life." Handing Aemon to Rhaenys, Aenar sat on the bed and kissed his wife's lips with a gentle and warm kiss.

"It seems he refused." Rhaenys said with a tone of regret, knowing that Aemon had refused Aenar's offer to make him young again.

"Everyone has different goals and beliefs; he chose to accompany his family in death." Aenar said in a calm tone, even knowing that Aemon's death would affect him, he had to be an Emperor, and an emperor must remain calm and firm regardless of the occasion.

Rhaenys sighed and looked at the twins nursing at each breast with a gentle and tender gaze. "I heard Syrax laid some eggs; we will put the eggs in their cradles."

Syrax had mated with Balerion and laid almost nine eggs. It was the second lineage of dragons of House Targaryen. It could be said that all of Aenar's sons and daughters would have dragon eggs, except Alysanne, who already had Tessarion.

"I have already chosen the eggs for Aemon and Daenys." Aenar said, caressing the sparse hair on his daughter's head. The girl was drinking her mother's milk as if she were afraid of anything she might eat the next day.

Rhaenys nodded and did not get involved in this matter. She did not care about the color of the eggs, only if her twins received dragon eggs. For only then would her children be recognized as true Targaryens.

"They were just born and you are already thinking about their future." Aenar said with an amused tone, guessing his queen's thoughts. It was so obvious that it was funny.

Rhaenys pouted upon hearing his words and couldn't help but show an embarrassed look. "I don't know when that happened either, but I already worry about these two brats all the time." She said in a soft and gentle tone, looking at the two babies feeding at her breasts.

"It's natural for a mother to worry about her children; there's nothing more natural than that, it shows that you truly love them." Aenar said in a calm and tender tone, gently kissing Rhaenys's forehead.

Rhaenys nodded and leaned on her husband as they talked softly, enjoying his presence.

"In the next ten years, we will be busy." Aenar said in a gentle tone as he placed his hand on Rhaenys's waist, making her as comfortable as possible.

"It's a good thing you have three wives to help you, or you would never leave that office." Rhaenys said with a playful tone, making Aenar smile.

"Yes, I am very lucky to have three wives willing to be my extraordinary queens." Aenar replied with an equally playful tone, making Rhaenys raise her head with pride.

"Husband." Rhaenys said with a serious expression. "When Aemon and Daenys are old enough, I want to participate in the unification."

Aenar smiled and nodded. "I will leave Yi Ti with you." He said, looking at Rhaenys's face, which was almost red with excitement at his words.

"Let me give you another child, my emperor." Rhaenys showed a seductive look and spoke in a husky and sexy whisper, which made Aenar show an amused smile.

"If that's what my queen wants, who am I to dare against such a cruel request." Aenar said, whispering in her ear, making Rhaenys shiver with goosebumps.

If she weren't nursing, Rhaenys would have jumped on Aenar and consummated the carnal act right then and there."

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Note: There was supposed to be a time jump in this chapter, but I forgot about Aemon and had to write another chapter. Tomorrow there will be a time jump.

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