(Third Person POV)
[The Stepstones, A Year Ago]
Aerion walked over the outpost's gate, "Where has Lord Corlys gone?" He asked a guard posted outside, "The Crabfeeder's movements have changed. He needs to know this."
The guard looked around, "We don't know, Lord Aerion." He said, "Last we heard, he was on the dock, helping unload the ships."
"I see.." Aerion looked past the gate, seeing all the makeshift buildings and tents, "Well….where is my Father?"
"He's inside his tent." The guard said, "He has been there for the past couple of days. Ever since the fighting eased down, everyone has been relaxing with these rounds of shipments."
"Is that so?" Aerion asked
"Yea. Ale and wine." The guard chuckle, "Even some women, ehehe…ahem, sorry My Lord."
"Hm." Aerion walked past him as the gate was opened, "I see….."
He made his way down the outpost, seeing that many soldiers were relaxing around campfires.
It had been a few weeks since the last major battle, the Triarchy had been careful with their movements. Their current leader, the Crabfeeder, had eased on the assaults and has only sent patrolling parties to attempt to survey the areas. Aerion and several groups of soldiers have prevented anything major by fighting them, running them down with ease.
Because of this, the Crabfeeder has been cautious with his movements. And it was all because of Aerion; the young lord had forced the Triarchy to think twice about any plans, which the Velaryon forces took advantage of. They have sent many rounds of shipments, food and supplies. And even as the guard mentioned; women. This was mostly to boost morale, as suggested by Prince Daemon.
And it worked, most soldiers were in good moods despite being in a war. They could be ready for bloodshed at any moment's notice.
Aerion noticed this shift in morale but said nothing about it. He truly didn't care what was the cause of their good moods, so long as they were focused on their mission.
He walked past some tents, overhearing the sounds of some women in action with men. This didn't bother him at all, he simply kept on walking.
He made his way to a large black tent, with the red Targaryen sigil embedded on it. This was Daemon's tent, which some guards were posted outside the entrance.
Aerion reached the tent which the guards looked at him with serious looks on their faces.
"Is he in there?" Aerion asked
One of them nodded, "Yes."
"I see." Aerion said as he took a step forward
The guard stepped to the side, "The Prince told us nobody should disturb him." He said with a serious look, "Nobody is to go in."
Aerion looked at him, "Nobody?"
"Nobody." The guard nodded
"Well, I am not Nobody." Aerion said, "Step aside."
"We apologize, Young Lord." The Guard said, "The Prince's orders are absolute."
"Technically, I am one too." Aerion said seriously, "But I do not go around rubbing it in your faces. Move. Or you will be moved."
The guards looked at each other, debating silently if it was worth antagonizing Red-Haired Aerion, even if it was for Daemon Targaryen.
"My Lord…." The guard said, "You see-"
He was cut off by the sounds of moans, which caused Aerion to raise his eyebrow. Someone was inside with Daemon, having sex.
"And…." He started, "I am very sure that my mother is not here, since her first action is to see me."
The guards gulped, "My Lord…the Prince-"
Aerion shoved them out of the way, using one hand on each of them. The two guards were shocked by this sudden display of strength as they stumbled to the side, watching the young lord walk through the entrance.
Aerion walked inside, seeing that on a bed that was set up in Daemon's large tent, his Father laid with several women. The women immediately jumped up and got out of bed, covering themselves with small blankets. All but one, who was still atop Daemon, the Rogue Prince moved her to the side and looked directly at Aerion.
"A-Aerion!" He said, a bit surprised
Aerion looked at him with a serious face, "What is the meaning of this?" He asked, "Father."
Daemon sat up, still holding the woman who looked back at Aerion.
"Look its…" he started
Aerion looked at the woman, "Get off him." He said seriously, "It is rather inappropriate."
The woman got off Daemon and sat on the bed as the two of them covered each other with blankets. Aerion simply looked at Daemon, a bit of anger forming in his eyes which was something that Daemon noticed right away.
"You should explain yourself." Aerion said simply
"There's nothing to explain." Daemon said, "It is what it looks like."
Aerion looked at the other women, "Leave."
The women slowly walked out, gathering their things as they looked at Aerion. There were mixed looks of shame and embarrassment, knowing that the Young Lord was nowhere near the mood to even deal with them.
The ofher woman, who was on the bed, tried to get up but Aerion raised his hand, prompting her to stay.
"Why do you look familiar?" Aerion looked at her, "Have we met?"
"She-" Daemon started
"I am speaking to her." Aerion cut him off
The woman hesitated to look up, "N-Not directly, My Lord…" she said with an essosi accent, "You may have seen me from afar. The first and only time I have seen you, a fee years ago….on King's Landing…."
Aerion narrowed his eyes, "Your name?"
"Mysaria." She said as she looked down, avoiding eye contact
Aerion looked at Daemon, "Mysaria." He said, "She's your mistress?"
Daemon sighed, "Look." He said, "Let's not get into this right now. We are in the middle of a war."
"Yes." Aerion said, "You are right, we are. We are in the middle of a war that your son is in the frontlines, fighting with other brave men. And while that is happening, you're here with your mistress, fucking her and other women while your wife is in Dragonstone keeping my betrothed company!! All because you have nothing but paranoia of her being unfaithful to me! All while you are the one being unfaithful and sticking your cock in other holes! You look like a hypocrite right now, Father!!"
"Aerion." Daemon said, "Calm do-"
"Where's your fucking Honor?" Aerion asked with anger in his voice, "I thought they called you the Rogue Prince because you have a rebellious attitude, doing what you wanted because you are the king's brother…..but even you were not, you would still be called that. Because you have no fucking dignity."
"Alright that's enough." Daemon said, "We should talk about this later. Properly. Mysaria, get dressed, go and pay the others."
She was going to get up when Aerion pointed at her.
"You stay right there." He said, "Finish what you started. I am leaving. And Father, don't bother getting out of this tent until I am done."
He turned around and began to walk away.
"With what?!" Daemon exclaimed, a scowl on his face
Aerion didn't bother looking back,
"The War."