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The dragon has three heads. It is known. None had thought to combine all the kingdoms into one until Aegon set his eyes on Westeros. In truth, many may have thought it or dreamed it but it was only Aegon who could bring it to fruition.
Aegon and his sisters. Only they had the power to as they were the only ones in the world with dragons. With dragons Targaryens answered to neither Gods nor men. They took what they saw fit, if any dared to disagree they were met with fire and blood. House Gardner and House Lannister learned quickly, and House Hoare in time, soon everyone came to understand the new reality was to never question a Targaryen.
Maegor the Cruel was questioned, perhaps if the Faith Militant knew their place he wouldn’t have to resort to such acts others would deem cruel. Aenys was too weak and soft spoken, the Targaryen dynasty was in peril as quickly as it had begun under his rule. Targaryens keep the bloodlines pure, all must come to accept this. The blood of the dragon was fundamental to Targaryen rule, our children must be dragon riders and their children’s children after them. Once the dragons were gone from the world their rule became unstable, having to resort to marrying other great houses and sullying the blood. The absurdity of asking lessers for their hand in marriage to keep their loyalty. The whole realm should know what it means to betray Targaryens but without dragons the name did not incite the same fear. Bastard pretenders sought to take the throne many times until a Baratheon bastard succeeded.
A dynasty in ruins, a war that saw her father and brother die and though the fighting was over her mother did not survive the war either. Leaving what she thought for most of her life was the last two Targaryens in the world and when her sun and stars gave Viserys his crown she thought she was the last. Little did she know Rhaegar was survived by two sons, one who even had the honor of knowing the oldest living Targaryen for a time. Now all three had found each other despite the odds just in time to see her family’s rightful place restored on the Iron Throne.
Aegon the Conqueror with tits they called her, for a time she would have settled for being the Realm’s Delight like Rhaenyra or Good Queen Daenerys like Alysanne but the world had hardened her heart. She had to for what must be done, for order to be restored in the world. Calamity is what she wrought in the East, to make sure nobody would be born into slavery. A perilous battle many called it but she would fight it all the same, Jon Snow spoke of another battle to come all which wouldn’t allow her to be a meek girl. The world we live in where meek girls are raped and beaten, and she would make sure to never suffer at the hands of another ever again. Westeros would know what fear and power was once again, even if it was a skinny little girl imposing her will. House Lannister would know above all what it meant to suffer her wrath.
When she landed in Westeros it was much to her chagrin to hear Rhaegar’s son Aegon had proclaimed the Iron Throne his, taken Storm’s End and aligned with Dorne and for another claiming to be Rhaegar’s son to meet her at Dragonstone. She did not know the truth, how could she, the only other Targaryen she knew was her brother but Quaithe had told her the dragons will know so she would let them decide what is the truth. She can admit she was curious to see, as brave men claim to be only the bravest could ride dragons, could this Aegon or this Jon Snow do what only Targaryens were known to do and if they were proven right they would do something else they were known for as well. It was in Rhaegal and Viserion best interest to have riders, if they could be claimed they could be protected and tamed, she had enough trouble trying to tame Drogon by herself, asking her to control three dragons was an impossible task. Much to her delight the men proved themselves worthy, Jon Snow quickly bonded with Rhaegal staring death in the face with a hand reaching out. Aegon seemed to take a different approach seemingly bribing Viserion with sheep. Both men were healthily competitive, trying to win her favor and impress but Jon was the first to mount his stead and take off in the air. She was quite taken with him as they had time to themselves at Dragonstone before Aegon arrived. The son of Lyanna Stark and her brother Rhaegar had no Targaryen features but here he was riding a dragon and stealing her heart. Aegon’s fair hair and purple eyes proved his Valyrian heritage but could he be a Blackfyre or just a boy from Lys.
Did it matter? If he could ride Viserion then he was a man worthy of her admiration if nothing else. Soon enough he was taking off in the air with less grace than Jon Snow she noted but he was in the air all the same with her son. She watched both men looping around above her head in the bright sky, there was no doubt then she mused. They would be her husbands.
Of course they were met with resistance from the Faith Militant to the Lannisters. Tyrion assured them that he knew his sister better than anyone and that nothing would make him happier to see her death. Unbeknownst to him his death would soon follow hers as would his brother Jaime’s. Jon Snow proved himself invaluable with his counsel, he knew Tyrion and cautioned her, Aegon told her of Tyrion’s part of him coming to Westeros before her. Who could trust a Lannister? Or a man who killed his father? Who could trust a man who sought to kill his sister? No matter the reasoning, the Imp was simply someone she could not in good conscious have on her side. So when a noose was tied for Cersei, one was tied for Tyrion as well and her father’s killer. All loose ends must be tied, anyone affiliated with the old world must die so a new world can be built. Varys was dealt with once he stopped being of use to her, a man who sent assassins to kill children could not be in her council. In truth he wasn’t a man at all, but a eunuch, it was impossible to know what Varys wanted and somebody she could not read was a mystery and a danger. So when the time came to invade King’s Landing, the spider’s knowledge of secret passageways in the Red Keep proved useful but soon after Varys became what all spiders are, disposable. She would take King’s Landing as she had taken Yunkai, with Unsullied sneaking into the city and taking it for her with minimum blood shed and if Lannister soldiers or gold cloaks chose to throw their life away it would be dragons not Unsullied that would seal their fate.
In the end Cersei was surrounded by enemies, and thought to take the life of her and her son’s if not for the interference of her men she might have succeeded. Though it did not stop her remaining son from throwing himself off the tallest tower days later when Cersei’s fate was decided in court. When word spread of her impending doom predictably her brother and lover came for her seeking to save her from the dungeons which only resulted in his capture. When the day finally arrived for their judgement she thought of only one place that would suffice. The Sept of Baelor the largest in Westeros, known for its executions and weddings and the people would have both.