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Maekar I Targaryen
Prince of Summerhall
personal sigil, four three headed red dragons breathing fire on black.
had three older brothers Baelor Targaryen Aerys I Targaryen Rhaegel
Targaryen.
called the Anvil to his brother Baelors the Hammer
Lived at Summerhall at least from 209 AC to 221 AC 12 years.
Went there permanently after Brynden Rivers was made Hand over him
Died at Starpike in 233 AC crushed by a rock hurled from the battlements
during the Peake Uprising
Daeron Targaryen
Prince of Summerhall
Preferred Prince of Summerhall to Prince of Dragonstone because it was a
gloomy abode
Had visions
Died from a pox from a whore
One simple minded daughter issue
Aegon 5 Targaryen
Died there in 259 AC
Was his favorite castle
Seven eggs to honor the seven gods and pyromancers using wildfire were involved
in the eventual fire
Known deaths:
Aegon 5 Targaryen, Dunk, Duncan Targaryen (Aegon 5 Targaryens oldest son)
Known survivors:
Rhaella Targaryen, Rhaegar Targaryen, Aerys 2 Targaryen
...the blood of the dragon gathered in one... ...seven eggs, to honor the seven gods,
though the king's own septon had warned... ...pyromancers... ...wild fire... ...flames
grew out of control...towering...burned so hot that... ...died, but for the valor of the
Lord Comman...
The Prince of Dragonflies loved Jenny of Oldstones so much he cast aside a crown,
and Westeros paid the bride price in corpses. All three of the sons of the fifth Aegon
had wed for love, in defiance of their father's wishes. And because that unlikely
monarch had himself followed his heart when he chose his queen, he allowed his
sons to have their way, making bitter enemies where he might have had fast
friends. Treason and turmoil followed, as night follows day, ending at Summerhall in
sorcery, fire, and grief.
The dwarf woman studied her with dim red eyes. "I see you," she whispered. "I see
you, wolf child. Blood child. I thought it was the lord who smelled of death . . ." She
began to sob, her little body shaking. "You are cruel to come to my hill, cruel. I
gorged on grief at Summerhall, I need none of yours. Begone from here, dark heart.
Begone!"
People present to hear that:
Arya Stark, Thoros of Myr, Lem, Beric Dondarrion
Your grandsire commanded it. A woods witch had told him that the prince was
promised would be born of their line.
A woods witch? Dany was astonished.
She came to court with Jenny of Oldstones. A stunted thing, grotesque to look
upon. A dwarf, most people said, though dear to Lady Jenny, who always claimed
that she was one of the children of the forest.
What became of her?
Summerhall. The word was fraught with doom.
Viserys had spoken of Rhaegar's birth only once. Perhaps the tale saddened him too
much. "It was the shadow of Summerhall that haunted him, was it not?"
"Yes. And yet Summerhall was the place the prince loved best. He would go there
from time to time, with only his harp for company. Even the knights of the
Kingsguard did not attend him there. He liked to sleep in the ruined hall, beneath
the moon and stars, and whenever he came back he would bring a song. When you
heard him play his high harp with the silver strings and sing of twilights and tears
and the death of kings, you could not but feel that he was singing of himself and
those he loved."
"No one ever looked for a girl," he said. "It was a prince that was promised, not a
princess. Rhaegar, I thought . . . the smoke was from the fire that devoured
Summerhall on the day of his birth, the salt from the tears shed for those who died.
He shared my belief when he was young, but later he became persuaded that it was
his own son who fulfilled the prophecy, for a comet had been seen above King's
Landing on the night Aegon was conceived, and Rhaegar was certain the bleeding
star had to be a comet. What fools we were, who thought ourselves so wise! The
error crept in from the translation. Dragons are neither male nor female, Barth saw
the truth of that, but now one and now the other, as changeable as flame. The
language misled us all for a thousand years. Daenerys is the one, born amidst salt
and smoke. The dragons prove it."
Maester Aemon to Samwell Tarly