Jaes's Hen Jdar
Jaes's hen jēdar
God's of the sky
Daemon x reader, Rhaenyra x reader (platonic), Qoren Martell x reader
Synopsis: y/n Targaryen daughter of Baelon the brave and Gael the winter child changes the brutal future of house Targaryen.
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Jaes's hen jēdar
God's of the sky
Six
Daemon x reader, Rhaenyra x reader (platonic), Qoren Martell x reader
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minors mdni



110 AC King's Landing
You stood before the mirror as maids adjusted your dress, a long violet gown with dark red threads of dragons, a low cut cleavage and long sleeves that widened at your elbows. The same dress your mother wore when she married your father, seven and ten years ago.
Rhaenyra watched from your bed as the maids frantically moved around you fixing your dress, hair and putting on jewelry. Rhaenyra had to admit that you looked beautiful, the violet material of the gown matched your complexion and the embroidery went well with your red eyes. She never understood how you received different eyes than the Valyrian purple, both of your parents had violet eyes and yet you defied the custom.
Once you deemed that the maids nagging was enough you dismissed them with a flick of your hand. They quickly left your chamber leaving you and the heir.
"You look beautiful..." Rhaenyra said tracing the hems of your gown.
"It would be rather odd if I didn't." You jested, the princess laughed lifting the rather sad mood.
"I will miss you." She said leaning into you.
"As will I. But remember you have Laena, Daemon and a plethora of other ladies who would jump into fire for you." You tried to remind your niece.
"And yet none of them will ever compare to you." She answered, tears were beginning to form at your waterline, you blinked them back to avoid reddening your eyes.
Ser Steffon escorted you to the carriage that would take the royal family to the Great Sept. The familiar sculptures and tapestries of Old Valyria brought a sense of comfort in this rather nervous day.
The Crownlander's armor rattled with every move.
"Ser Steffon?" You called the knight.
"Princess." His gruff voice answered.
"I would like you to become my sworn shield and travel with me to Dorne." You announced, he widened his grey eyes. "A familiar face always makes a person feel more at home, despite being leagues away."
"I would be honoured, princess." He kneeled on one knee in front of you, you chuckled and placed your palm against his shoulder.
"Rise, Ser Steffon."
...
The great sept was packed with onlookers, the small folk collecting outside the gates of the temple. Your brother despite has decided to give you away. The heavy cloak of your house rested upon your shoulders. Viserys took you by the arm and led you to the altar.
"Who gives this woman away?" The septon asks
"I Viserys of House Targaryen King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm give away Princess y/n of House Targaryen to Prince Qoren of House Martell." Your brother recited his verse, his hands took of your cloak as he retreated into the crowd.
"And who takes this woman to be his wife." The septon continued
"I Qoren Martell Prince of Dorne, the lord of Sunspear take this woman, Princess y/n of House Targaryen to be my wife." The Dornishman answered, from your multiple talks you shared over the few weeks you learnt that he was not overly religious. You preferred to marry in the tradition of old Valyria, but Qoren was not of Valyrian descend. According to the council any other ceremony than in the faith of the seven would be an insult to the high septon and the faith.
"In the eyes of the seven you are now bound in holy matrimony. As the father provides justice, the mother mercy, the warrior strength, the smith mends all things broken, the maiden courage, the crone wisdom and the stranger who offers only death, you shall provide for each other with all that the seven pointed star provides." The septon prayed, once he finished he glanced at Qoren.
"With this cloak I bring you under my protection. I will keep you safe, cared for and respected I pledge this in the eyes of the old gods and the new." He draped the orange cloak with a red sun pierced by a golden spear on your shoulders.
"With this kiss I pledge my love, and take you for my lady and wife." Qoren recited the verse as you did yours, once the words have left your throat, the prince leaned in and kissed your lips.
"You are now man and wife. One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever." The septon ended the ceremony and the crowd erupted in applause and cheers. You smiled at your husband and he did the same.
You raised your joined hands in the air and the small folk erupted in cheers, and applause.
"Long live Princess y/n!"
"May your marriage be blessed!"
"The mother will bless you with many children, princess!"
Different shouts echoed through the great structure. You smiled at the small folk and waved and glanced at your husband to find him staring at you.
"You look radiant, wife." He mused caressing your palm with his thumb.
"You look very handsome yourself, husband."
The feast was grand, the guests danced, jested and ate their fill. You watched from your seat at the high table as Rhaenyra danced with Aegon, the young boy barely keeping up. You laughed at the sight happy that the two were getting along.
"Sister might I have this dance?" Daemon approached the high table, you sighed and nodded taking his hand.
"You look ethereal." Your brother said guiding you to the dance floor, where bards and musicians played.
"Thank you." You answered spinning.
"Will you be happy?" The rogue prince asked.
"Since when does it matter? But I will, If not I shall feed him to Vermithor." You jested.
"A true Targaryen."
"I will miss you..."
"As I you. You are my favourite sister after all."
"I'm your only sister."
"Exactly... According to the traditions of our house I would be the one to marry you."
"If that were true I wouldn't marry you, I would marry Viserys."
Daemon scoffed and picked you up to spin your body.
"I would sooner let Caraxes eat me that see you married to our brother."
The thing you dreaded most was the bedding ceremony, not because you were afraid of loosing your maidenhead but because you refused to have strange men undress you while making rude comments as was the Andal tradition.
After a talk with the council, you announced that the bedding ceremony won't take place. Some members, like Tyland Lannister and the Maester had voiced their disapproval but Daemon quickly silenced them.
Your maids carefully took off the heavy gown and detangled your hair, leaving you in your thin linen undergarments. Your husband has been instructed to visit you in your chambers to consummate the marriage. You knew what the act consists off, your ladies explained as did Ser Steffon. Aemma was just ten and one when she married Viserys you were thankful that you were six years older than the Queen.
Steffon's voice interrupted your thoughts, they were rather grim, something a bride should not concern herself with on her wedding day. Qoren walked in, a simple orange robe covered his body. You smiled a bit nervously at the man.
"It will be all right, I will take great care of your needs." His words slightly settled the nervousness that rattled your insides. You nodded thankfully, Qoren approached your form. You sat at the stool of your vanity, the Martell kneeled before you and took your hands into his.
"If you do not want to we can wait." He proposed but you shook your head.
"The court will talk if I have not been bedded by my husband." You responded looking at the man with slight fondness. He nodded and raised his head so he can meet your lips in a kiss.
"Have you done this before?" You asked as Qoren laid you on your bed.
"I have, my cousins took me to a brothel when I was four and ten." Your husband answered truthfully.
"Have you?"
"Of course not!" You protested, Qoren chuckled.
"I did not mean it as an insult, in Dorne we do not care for the brides maidenhead."
"It seems as if Dorne is a paradise for women." Qoren chuckled and pressed his lips against yours.
Qoren took off the long orange robe leaving him only in a thin linen shirt. You could see the outline of his manhood through the material. Your husband gently slid the undergarments from your body leaving you bare. The chilly air caused goosebumps to erupt on your skin, your nipples pebbled.
"You are beautiful." Your husband whispered as he placed kissed from your neck to your nether regions.
"Qoren-" You whimpered as he pressed a kiss on your mound.
"Shh, I will take care of you." He continued his ministrations, pleasure coiled in your abdomen. Breathy moans escaped your lips as you tangled your hand in Qoren's curly dark locks bringing his mouth closer to the place you needed him most.
"Moan louder I wish to hear how good I make you feel." His tongue pressed against your nub. A moan left your lips at the action.
"So good, please." You whispered as Qoren worked faster, the wetness between your legs grew with each passing second. The only thing on your husbands mind was to bring you ecstasy.
"Oh!" You moaned as pleasure rippled through your body, muscles spasming as Qoren licked your pussy clean.
He chuckled and propped himself up on his elbows, the peach fuzz on his chin glowed with your essence. You smiled hazily at him, blush covering your cheeks as you pressed a kiss against his lips.
"I want you to-" You begun but stopped feeling Qoren's cock press against your folds, coating himself in your wetness. "Put your cock inside."
"As you wish princess." The Martell price smiled, pumping his manhood a few times before gently pressing the tip against your entrance. You sucked in a breath at the unfamiliar intrusion. It was different than your fingers, warmer and bigger. Once his tip breeched your entrance a shaky moan left both of you.
"You're so warm." Your husband moaned and inched himself inside. You felt pleasure as his cock caressed your walls.
"Qoren harder." You moaned clawing at his back, the man nodded and pressed himself fully inside you. His pelvis touching yours, as his balls rested against your bottom.
Your body moved with his thrusts, his lips sucking kisses against your skin. Sex felt good, you were sure to do it more often.
"Close, y/n" He mumbled caressing your thigh. His other hand pressed against your nub amplifying your pleasure and brining you closer and closer. You felt him twitch, the kiss he pressed against your breast tipped you over the edge. Your walls spasming around his length triggering his own release. Ropes of hot seed filled your womb.
Ragged breath filled the chamber as Qoren pressed himself deep inside you.
"That felt good." You said caressing your husbands head that rested comfortably between your neck and shoulder.
"It did princess." The Martell smiled, wanting to roll over but you pressed your heel in his back preventing him from doing so.
"It feels good to have you inside me."
Tired from the activities the two of you fell asleep in each others embrace.
...
After a fortnight your husband has departed for sunspear, you stayed behind preferring to fly on dragon back to your new home than endure the endless bumpy ride of a carriage.
You dressed your red and black riding leather, Rhaenyra put your hair into three long braids. You leaned into her touch.
"I hate to see you go." Rhaenyra said kissing the top of your head. You sadly smiled.
"I will come back soon. Time will fly by quickly." You answered, holding Aegon in your arms. Sunfyre was strapped in a cage on Vermithors side.
You blinked away the tears that threatened to fall as you hugged Rhaenyra.
...
Princess y/n left King's Landing in 110 AC to join her husband Qoren Martell in Dorne. It is said that the red keep has lost it's warmth with the princesses departure. - From the dragon bringer by the feather and quill of Grand Maester Roland.
Jaes's hen jēdar
god's of the sky
Two
Daemon x reader, Rhaenyra x reader, Qoren Martell x reader
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100 AC Dragonstone
Alysanne's youngest and most favored daughter, Gael, died during childbirth with her first child the princess y/n. Gael's death broke the good Queen, for she had outlived all but two of her children. No longer able to bear living at King's Landing and the Red Keep, Alysanne returned to Dragonstone. She died of a wasting illness on that took away most of the joys in her life, her body was cremated, and her ashes were interred on Dragonstone.
Little y/n watched curiously from her grandsire's arms her head tucked in his neck. She saw tears leaving the King's eyes, his expression somber and broken.
"My little princess." Jaehaerys whispered. With no parents of her own, the King became the guarding of his fifth grandchild. The little princess as the King affectionately called her became a crutch for the wise monarch just as her mother has been for Queen Alysanne.
His age prevented him from flying on dragon back as well as most of activities that brought him joy. Jaehaerys ordered that the crib of little y/n be moved to the chambers that once belonged to him and his sister-wife Queen Alysanne.
From then on princess y/n was always with the King. The old monarch played and read to the little child. Due to his condition Jaehaerys was bedridden for most of his days, rarely leaving his chambers. To the surprise of many his granddaughter accompanied him everywhere, to small council meeting, official suppers and many other. From then on the little princess was dubbed Jaehaerys's shadow.
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101 AC Harenhall
„Mama who is that?” The great-granddaughter of King Jaehaerys princess Rhaenyra asked her mother, curiously watching the six year old girl talk to the king.
„This is your aunt, Rhaenyra.” Aemma whispered gently stroking Rhaenyra’s silver hair. „Her name is y/n. If the King allows it you two will be brought up together.”
„y/n…” Rhaenyra muttered leaning on her mothers shoulder looking intensely at the girl. „Can I show her Syrax?”
„Not today but one day my sweet” Aemma responded smiling at her daughters love for her steed.
„Aemma!” Viserys called searching for his wife. He stopped once he saw his daughter and wife awaiting at his presence.
„I am here my love.” Aemma said rising from the seat, her pregnant belly swollen and heavy. „Rhaenyra go with Daena to your nursery.”
After the death of Queen Alysanne and their two oldest sons Aemon and Baelon, Jaehaerys called upon the great council to decide the matter of succession. Fourteen claims have been brought before the council. Nine lesser claims were quickly discarded.
Archmaester Vaegon the only living son of the old king was passed over due to his vows, and Princess Rhaenys and her daughter Laena were passed over on account of their sex. The assembled lords then focused down on two major candidates: Prince Viserys Targaryen and Rhaenys's son Laenor Velaryon.
Primogeniture favored Laenor, as his mother, Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, was the daughter of Prince Aemon Targaryen, who had been the eldest living son of King Jaehaerys. Yet proximity favored Viserys, who, in addition, had been the last Targaryen prince to ride Balerion.
Rhaenys stood proud with her husband Lord Corlys Velaryon and her young children at her side. Viserys along with his pregnant wife rivalled Rhaenys's claim. Despite the fondness the princess held for her cousin she despised him in this moment. She had more of a claim than Viserys but men would sooner put the realm to the torch than crown a woman.
The little girl was seated in her own little throne next to the King, she watching curiously the people before her. The soft giggles of his granddaughter brought Jaehaerys a moment of peace in this troubling moment. He was overly fond of his granddaughter, a sweet and charming babe she was, she reminded him of his first daughter, Daenerys.
In the end, the lords in the realm saw the most importance in having the male line taking precedence over the female line. While the maesters never revealed the actual numbers, it was rumored that Prince Viserys had won by a twenty to one vote.
Begrudgingly Rhaenys's supporters accepted the great council's choice. The realm decided to name Viserys the heir to the Iron Throne and prince of Dragonstone.
...
101 AC Red Keep
The wise King Jaehaerys threw a great feast in honour of his granddaughters eight name day. No expense was spared, lords from all over the realm gathered in king's landing to attend the celebration.
Little y/n watched curiously from her grandfather's lap. Her little fingers playing with the material of the King's attire.
The king held fondness in his heart for his granddaughter. A happy and lively girl. So much unlike Gael, who cried restlessly. He smiled at the memory of his late daughters.
The six year old clumsily played with her food, she stared at her grandsire and the court before them.
The celebration continued lords and ladies danced, drank and ate their fill. It was almost after the hour of the owl that the guests began to return to their chambers.
"Come little princess, I must show you something."
The old king summoned the commander of the King's guard ser Gyles Morrigen, and ordered a carriage to be prepared at once.
"Your grace it is unwise for you to leave the keep at this time." Ser Gyles said unsure.
"I will hear none of it." The king muttered and the carriage took off towards the dragopit.
The little princess awoke once the carriage stopped at the gates of the dragonpit. She looked around curiously and looked back at her grandsire.
"Zaldrīzes!" The little girl mumbled holding onto the king's clothes. The king nodded and led them to where his steed the bronze fury rested. (Dragons)
"Bring Vermithor." The King ordered the stationed dragon keepers. The bronze fury lazily stepped out of the dragonpit "Issa jorrāelagon raqiros" (my dear friend)
The large beast looked at his rider than at the little girl next to the old King. In turn the girl let go of her grandsire's hand and took confident steps towards the dragon. The King watched curiously, nobody has ever dared to approach his steed with such confidence.
"Mithor!" The girl said, her chubby hands clapped. The bronze fury looked curiously at the little human before him. He laid his large head on the ground next to the baby. "Mithor" The girl repeated, as she was one step away from the beast. With no hesitance, she laid her head on the dragons snout, lightly petting his once shiny scales.
The king looked at the scene before him in awe. The blood of old Valyria was strong in his little princess, a future dragon lord he thought. Just like Aegon the conqueror has been. He watched as his granddaughter talked and petted the bronze fury. His body ached yet he smiled, moments passed in serene silence. But the pain soon became unbearable for the old King.
"Come y/n, we must return." The king said interrupting the bonding of his steed with his grandchild. The girl run up to him obediently, petting Vermithor one last time. The king took little y/n by her hand and returned to the carriage.
"You my grandchild may not have been what was desired but you are no less dear to me." He said to the child "Once I pass your brother will inherit the crown but you my little princess will claim Vermithor. You will make house Targaryen stronger than it has ever been."
...
"Grandsire can you tell me a story?" You pleaded sitting on Jaehaerys's bed, the king smiled.
"What would you wish to hear?" He asked quietly, his voice raspy and hoarse.
"What was grandsire Aegon like?"
"Oh sweet child... I was your age when he died. My father your great grandsire Aenys became King but he wasn't well loved."
"Then your uncle Maegor took the throne after his death." You said quietly.
"Yes, he usurped my elder brother Aegon. But many didn't think that Maegor's accession as treason, they were worried that my brother would be a weak king like our father." Jaehaerys said reminiscing his past "He was King for five years, until his mysterious death."
"Mysterious?" You questioned staring up at your grandsire's face from his lap.
"In the same day as Lord Rogar Baratheon declared me King, Maegor died impaled by the swords of the Iron Throne." The king said "Many believe that the Iron Throne is capable of killing anyone unfit of it."
"Have you ever been cut, grandfather?" You asked curiously.
"I have not, no."
"Was Aegon rejected by the throne?" Your grandsire let out a chuckle and shook his head.
"Aegon built it sweet girl. He was the one that conquered the seven kingdoms."
"Except of Dorne." You added.
"That is true, but we have won four wars against Dorne." Your grandsire noticed you were not convinced "What would you do to bring Dorne under our rule?"
You perked up at his question and thought for a moment.
"War has done nothing to bring Dorne into the seven kingdoms, perhaps a marriage would be more successful." Jaehaerys raised his long silver eyebrows.
"Who would you offer to Dorne?" He questioned curiously.
"Princess Mara has a son Qoren, I would offer an engagement to him as he is the next Prince of Dorne."
"Would you marry him?"
"If it would aid your rule grandfather then yes." You stated confidently.
"Even if you have never met him?"
You nodded cautiously.
"I can get to know him..."
"If you wish I could invite him to court." You smiled and laid down on his lap. "Your great great grandsire would be very proud of you, too smart for your own good."
You smiled up at the wise King as he caressed your hair.
"He was charismatic yet commanding, but many did not know him. His only friend was Orys Baratheon his half-brother. He spoke to my elder brothers Aegon and Viserys and myself of the conquest, of Old Valyria and the Dragonlords before him."
"Like Gaemon the Glorious?" You asked curiously
"Yes sweet girl, in 114 before the conquest he along with his father Aenar and Daenys the dreamer came to Westeros before the doom of old Valyria."
"I wish to know what Valyria was like." You murmured thinking of the ancient civilisation.
"Valyria was filled with Dragonlords, Targaryens were one of the minor houses that populated the peninsula. But through dreams we became the most powerful house in the known world."
As your grandsire told you stories of your ancestors sleep began to take over you.
...
In a month Prince Qoren arrived in the Red Keep, you were giddy to meet the boy. You stood behind your brothers as they welcomed him in the royal courtyard. A blush appeared on your cheeks as you saw the future Prince of Dorne.
"Your highnesses." He bowed his head as he approached you all with his entourage. Rhaenyra giggled as she saw the blush appear on your features.
"Hush." You whispered to her, she snuck out her tongue.
Qoren was not a lot older than you, only five years. Despite being only one and ten he was a handsome boy. Your grandsire to ill to receive his new guest stayed in his chambers, opting for meeting the prince during supper.
"It is a pleasure to be meeting you Prince Qoren." Viserys said, his wife Aemma standing beside him.
"His Grace has invited you to supper this evening." Aemma said leaning on Viserys's shoulder. The boy nodded and smiled.
"A great honour, thank you your highnesses."
You smiled at his charm, you couldn't wait for the supper to begin so you could meet the prince and get to know him.
Daemon however didn't seem too pleased with the Dornishman's presence, he scowled at the prince. You giggled at your brother's obvious resentment towards a boy almost ten years younger. Rhaenyra however was pleased with a new face in court.
"What do you think of him?" Rhaenyra whispered to your ear as Qoren was led away by servants to his new chambers.
"I have not even met him, therefore I cannot say."
"I bet you look forward to meeting him though." She cheekily answered placing her head on your shoulder, you giggled and nodded. Daemon's scowl seemed to grow even bigger.
Quickly hours passed and your maids appeared to dress you. A pale purple dress with wide sleeves and embroidered silver dragons at the side. You smiled gleefully as the maids tied the gown on you. Soon ser Ryam Redwyne knocked on the doors of your chambers to escort you. You smiled seeing the dark haired knight.
"Princess." He bowed his head
"Ser Redwyne." You answered a wide smile on your face "I hope you are doing well."
"With your presence princess I am." The knight answered and led you to the small council chamber where the supper was to take place.
The walk through Maegor's holdfast was quick and quaint, the spare nobles and servants bowed as you walked by them.
You saw that only your grandsire was present, you skipped towards him and placed a kiss on his wrinkled cheek. He smiled seeing you.
"Good morrow y/n" Jaehaerys said placing his bony hand on your silver locks affectionately.
"Where is everyone?" You asked sitting on his left.
"I have asked them to come later." His grace answered and you nodded "I wish to ask you something sweet girl... Do you want to marry?"
You looked a bit dumbfounded at your grandsire.
"One day, as is my duty." You answered
"Your grandmother was the one to arrange marriages for half the realm, I think she would support my intuition... I wish to know what you think of Prince Qoren once the supper is over."
"Certainly." You mumbled your conversation was cut short as the room began to fill. Viserys and his family along with Daemon, the small council along with Rhaenys and her family the last to enter was Prince Qoren himself. He sat next to you as was the King's desire.
"Princess y/n" Qoren said as glanced at you.
"Prince Qoren it is nice to meet you" You mumbled a bit shy. The curly haired boy smiled your way.
"You look very beautiful, princess." He said, a small smile on his lips.
"Thank you, you look very handsome yourself."
Jaehaerys smiled seeing his favourite grandchild happy and laughing. Soon the servants arrived with various dishes ranging from roasted pigs to pies. The cups were full of wine and laughter echoed through the small council chamber.
"Perhaps we could visit the gardens on the morrow?" Qoren asked quietly, you nodded and smiled.
"I would enjoy that very much." You answered, you said your goodbyes with the prince as he returned to your chambers. Feeling a bit tired yourself you decided to retire. The adults drank and laughed.
You laid comfortably in the canopy bed, the cool breeze of spring caressed your covered body. As you were drifting off to sleep you heard shuffling, you glanced around your room the search for the source of the noise.
"Rhaenyra?" You asked as the princess climbed into your bed. "What are you doing here? You should be in your chambers, it is late."
"Do you like him?" Rhaenyra teased and a blush appeared on your cheeks.
"Do I like who?" You answered evading her question. Rhaenyra rolled her eyes. You sighed admitting defeat.
"He is nice." You mumbled playing with your fingers. The silver haired princess smiled at your answer.
"Grandsire will be pleased then." Rhaenyra murmured "He found you a husband without much difficulty."
"I am too young to marry Rhaenyra..!" You whispered angrily.
"But you want to marry him if you do then you will become Princess y/n of Dorne!" She sang jumping on your bed.
"What if I want to marry him?"
"Marriage is boring, boys are boring!" She said her brows furrowed and a scowl appeared on her face. "You should stay with me, we would eat cake and listen to songs and dance!"
"But it won't be that way..." You said sadly "Sooner or later you and I will have to marry and produce children."
"I will never ever have children!" Rhaenyra stated crossing her arms as she sat in front of you. "The babies in mama's belly never come and that makes mama and papa sad."
"If you say so Rhaenyra." You said sadly stroking the realm's delight hair. She leaned into your touch and laid next to you, quickly falling asleep. It soon became a habit that Rhaenyra slept in your chambers instead of her own. You did not mind, at night it was awfully quiet in the Red Keep and you felt alone.
"I envy you..." You whispered when you made sure that the silver haired princess fell asleep.
You awoke early the sun was barely over the horizon, Rhaenyra sprawled herself all over your bed. You sighed and covered the girl with blankets and left her to sleep.
The castle was quiet, not wanting to bother your maids you dressed yourself. A burgundy dress with gold vines embroidered on the corsage, the sleeves reached your elbows but the material continued.
Perhaps after breaking fast with your grandsire, you will walk the garden's with Qoren. It was a pleasant thought, at your door stood ser Clement Crabb.
"Ser Clement." You said "Could you please escort me to my grandsire?" You asked politely at the elder knight.
"Of course, princess." He said and walked ahead through Maegor's holdfast.
"y/n?" Jaehaerys asked from his bed as you entered his chambers, the smell of incense abused your nose.
"Good morrow, grandfather." You said happily and skipped towards the old King. "Ser Clement could you ask for breakfast to be brought?"
The knight nodded and left the chambers.
"You seem happy." Jaehaerys stated, as you helped him sit up in his bed, placing sating pillows behind his back.
"I am excited yes. I am to spend the afternoon with Prince Qoren."
"Ah, yes..." The King nodded and smiled. "What do you think of him? Is he worthy?"
"He is... clever and thoughtful." Your voice was thin "I hope to get to know him better today. But I do enjoy his presence and look forward to the stroll."
"That is good, sweet girl. He should be honoured merely by your presence."
"Grandsire!" You chuckled at his grace's boldness.
"I know it will be some time till you are eligible to marry but I wish to give you the choice of a suitor. Gods know that forcing a Targaryen to marry only brings misery."
"Is that why you married grandmother?"
"Precisely little dragon, our mother tried to marry her off to Orryn Baratheon hearing this she came to me and we fled to Dragonstone and wed." Jaehaerys reminisced about the past, the happiest days of his life were spent on Dragonstone with Alysanne.
The servants arrived with plates of fruits and cheeses, oatmeal and pies. Ser Ryam Redwyne helped your grandsire sit in a chair on the balcony of his chambers. You laughed as you ate occasionally helping his grace.
"Your Grace." The Kingsguard interrupted, you stared curiously at the famed knight. "Prince Qoren is here." Jaehaerys nodded and the Dornish man entered.
"Prince Qoren come." He asked and the prince obliged taking a seat on your left. "My granddaughter is very fond of pomegranates... I assume that they grow abundantly in Dorne."
"Oh yes, your grace. After all Dorne is the main export of exotic fruits." The dark haired prince answered a confident smile on his lips. You caught on, your grandsire was a very smart man.
"Grandsire, I think that the fruits that grow in Dorne are not his biggest interest." You mused cutting a piece of a fruit pie.
"As the future prince of Dorne I must be well aquainted with the land I will rule. That includes the fruit." He jested, the king smiled and chuckled. Your Grandsire quickly tiered himself, you helped him to his bed as the servants took away the plates.
"Please help yourself to the leftovers." You said to the servants, they nodded thankfully and left. "Prince Qoren shall we walk to the gardens?"
"As you wish princess." He responded and took you by the arm and you walked to Rhaenys's gardens escorted by Ser Clement.
"Thank you for sparing me the time of day, your highness." Qoren spoke glancing at you with his brown orbs.
"You do not need to be so modest, my prince."
"It is not everyday I get to be graced with the presence of a princess of the realm." You smiled bashfully at Qoren.
"You are too kind."
"I cannot help it, you are perfection itself." Qoren said
"Should I be like my aunt Viserra and simply agree?" You jested, the dark haired boy chuckled.
"I would not blame you princess."
You strolled comfortably through the gardens of the red keep. The prince proved to be wonderful company, charming and funny.
"Your Highness I know that we are much too young." The prince began taking your hand in his "But I would be honoured if you considered me as a potential husband." A bit appaled and flustered you simply nodded. The prince smiled bashfully and kissed your hand.
A few letters were exchanged between King Jaehaerys and Princess Mara. The fruit of these negotiations became the betrothal of Prince Qoren Martell and Princess y/n Targaryen. If the pair were to conceive a child, Dorne would officially become a part of the seven Kingdoms. Without war or conquest the wise King, the Conciliator managed to complete the work of his grandsire. But it wouldn't happen if it weren't for his beloved grandchild, princess y/n.
Prince Qoren stayed at court for many moons but word has spread that his mother Princess Mara has fallen ill. Worried for his mother he decided to return back to the south. Tears glossed over your eyes as you learnt that Qoren had to leave.
"Do not cry princess." He said as you stared bitterly at the ground.
"I am not crying." You stubbornly said, Qoren laughed at your words.
"I will see you soon, y/n."
"Promise me you'll be back." You whispered taking the boys hand, a small smile appeared on his thin lips.
"I promise." He said and placed a kiss to your cheek, tears dropped from your red orbs as you engulfed Qoren into a hug. "We will marry soon princess and then I will never leave your side."
"Promise it! Promise it on the old Gods and the new." You said strongly into his chest.
"I Prince Qoren of House Martell, future Prince of Dorne promise by the old Gods and the new that we will marry and that I will never leave your side until the stranger comes."
"I Princess y/n of House Targaryen, promise by the old Gods and the new that I will be by your side until the stranger comes." You said your vows after letting Qoren go.
"Goodbye, princess." He whispered and pressed a kiss against your forehead.
You watched as he climbed on his sand steed, salty tears stained your cheeks as you watched him leave.
...
102 AC Red Keep
When the bells rung, maids and guards kept y/n away from her grandsire's chambers.
The king is dead.
Tears flowed from the red orbs of the Targaryen Princess. The halls around her felt suffocating, silence rang in her ears. She stared intently at the doors of her grandsire's chambers.
y/n ran from the stench of death and yet it followed her. The cold feeling of the stranger hot on her tail. Before she knew it, her feet had taken her to the stables. She quickly jumped on a horse that was closest to her. Without a saddle she galloped through the busy streets of King's Landing. Even in the hour of the eel, the laughter of whores and lords echoed through the city.
Tears streamed down y/n's ample cheeks. She saw the dome of the dragonpit. Easily evading the dragon keepers she snuck into the many caves of the structure, easily finding her way to the bronze fury. It was as if she was simply following after a thread. Knowing where he was despite not stepping a foot in the dragon pit before.
"Vermithor?" y/n asked looking around the vast cave littered with bones, a deep grumble made her turn her gaze. The bronze fury rested on the ground, his nostrils expelled smoke. The dragon instantly stared at the girl before him. Without a second though she threw herself at Vermithor's snout petting his horns.
"māzigon, ivestragī īlva sōvegon hēnkirī" y/n pleaded her cheek pressed against his bronze scales. Vermithor roared, one wing moved then the other, his maw opened and closed. y/n looked expectantly at the bronze fury. When the beast lowered his head in her direction she smiled and climbed atop of the old steed of her grandsire. (come, let us fly together)
"Ivestragī's jikagon, Vermithor!" The dragon roared and rised from his position moving expertly among the many corridors of the dragonpit. When the light of the moon reached her eyes she laughed excitedly. Taking Vermithors reins and deepening her seat in the brown and gold saddle. "Sōves, Vermithor!" (Let's go! Fly!)
The beast roared and spread his wings, taking flight. The dragon keepers shouted and exclaimed as they noticed the bronze fury leaving the dragonpit, atop his back the little princess laughed and smiled at the people under her. The dragon took off and y/n screamed with happiness.
Grandsire I have done what you told me. I have claimed Vermithor.
While the bells rung signalising King's Jaehaerys's death the city watched as the bronze fury circled the Red Keep. Golden fire escaping it's maw.
...
The body of the wise and beloved King Jaehaerys of House Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm laid wrapped in cloth at the burning pyre. Vermithor looked on from the hills at the royal funeral. The high Septon said his prayers in honour of the late King. Thousands of nobles and small folk gathered to witness the funereal of the beloved King.
"May he rest with his sister wife Queen Alysanne and their many children. The god's blessed their union and King Jaehaerys's rule. We are surrounded by the fruits of his labour."
y/n looked on with sad eyes at the pyre before her. The body of her beloved grandsire wrapped in cloth. Her gaze travelled from her cousins to her brothers. She examined their saddened expressions. Then she looked at the bronze fury, he too looked sad, his dark eyes focused on the corpse of his former rider.
"y/n, my sweet it is time." The new Queen Aemma whispered to her sister in law. The seven year old looked at the silver haired woman and nodded. The little princess let go of Rhaenyra hand and stepped forward.
"Dracarys"
Vermithor roared and his throat begun to bubble with fire. The dragon breathed at the pyre. The flames delicately caressed y/n cheek, the same way Jaehaerys used to do. Salty tears flowed from the red eyes of the little princess.
The princess y/n Targaryen became the youngest dragon rider in recorded history. On the same night as her grandsire passed she secretly mounted the bronze fury at just eight years of age. This only shows the bond that y/n held with the dragon. -From the dragon bringer by the feather and quill of Grand Maester Roland.
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Twelve
Summary: Only a few months passed since the previous chapter but the year changed. A plot is discovered!
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123 AC Bloodstone, Stepstones
"Your Highness a letter from the capitol." Maester Roland approached you, handing you the scroll.
"Thank you, Roland." You said your thanks and the grey dressed man retreated to his wing.
"What is it mother?" Nymor asked trying to peek at the parchment, you chuckled at his eagerness.
"If you'll let me read I will tell you." He obediently moved away but waited impatiently.
"It is from Princess Rhaenyra." You announced skimming over the letters
"What does it say?" Nymor questioned, his need for knowledge insatiable.
"She will arrive on Bloodstone in a moons time, an important matter is to be settled." You answered a bit unsure of what the important matter is.
"Will Jace, Luke and Joffrey come too?" He asked.
"Perhaps." You mumbled caressing your swollen belly as you strolled with your second son through castle Bloodfyre. "Do you not wish to join Derran in Dorne?" You questioned
"I prefer to stay close to you, mother." He answered, and you couldn't help the smile that crept on your lips. You pressed a kiss to his curly silver hair.
The celebration for Aegon's six and tenth name day will happen in a moons time, half the realm was invited to castle Bloodfyre to celebrate such a joyous occasion. You were getting a migraine organising the whole affair, your pregnancy and constant tiredness didn't help either. Thankfully Daemon was a big help.
You walked with Nymor to the gardens, you could hear the familiar screeching of Aegarax, Gaelithox and Aerion's unnamed hatchling. The three baby dragons chased after one another occasionally breathing small bubbles of fire.
If the hatchlings were there it meant your sons were nearby. You walked to see Baelon, Vhaenor and Aerion listen intently to Daemon as two maids followed after them.
"Husband?" You questioned interrupting whatever Daemon was saying.
"Wife." he answered and slowly walked over to you, your boys being the first ones to run to you. Except for Aerion who was held by Daemon, the boy was almost one already.
"What were you telling them?"
"A story of their grandfather." He responded pressing a kiss to your lips, Aerion making a dissatisfied noise.
"Did you enjoy your fathers story?" You asked Baelon and Vhaenor who nodded quickly busy with talking to Nymor. Your second son eagerly answering their questions.
"Rhaenyra will arrive soon." You stated, glancing at your husband.
"Hmm? Whatever for?"
“She didn’t say. Only that an important matter has to be discussed.” You murmured.
“You’re as thick as thieves I’m surprised she didn’t tell you.”
You hummed agreeing to Daemon’s words. Your sons scurried off elsewhere leaving the two of you alone.
“How much will her visit cost us?” Daemon suddenly asked.
“I’m not sure, she didn’t specify as to who will accompany her. I think it is a rather discreet matter, a big entourage would prove to be a hassle. Why?”
“I have been going over the books regarding our spending. The port is doing well, the trade is blossoming but the cost of building a castle is still quite large.”
“Has dragon fire not reduced the costs enough all ready?” You questioned.
“That’s not the issue, the issue is gathering materials. We live on a group of islands where stone is most common. Shipping wood is a rather costly and tedious.”
“Then we plant trees.” You answered
“Those will not grow in time, my love.”
“I know but it’s a start. We are poorly defended with a half done castle.”
“Bloodstone is the heart of trade now a days, perhaps we could indulge in fine exotic goods.”
“Such as?”
“Dragon scale or teeth. Merchants, Essosi princess would pay good money for such a rare item.”
“Perhaps… and how do you believe we collect these rare items.”
“We have five hatchlings as of now, they grow therefore loose scales and baby teeth.”
“Yes, baby teeth. But perhaps you’re right. I’ll see to it.”
“No, my wife. You should not strain yourself.” He said firmly a loving gaze in his violet orbs. He placed his large warm palm on your flat stomach. You rolled your eyes.
“I’m not pregnant, Daemon.”
“Not yet, but soon.”
“And how would you know that?” You quirked a brow at him.
“Call it father’s intuition.”
You chuckled at his words. He intertwined your arms together and you strolled through the castle gardens.
“Your Highness, a letter from Dorne.” One of your maids bowed and handed you to folded parchment. You nodded your head and dismissed her.
You carefully broke the orange seal and read. So many letters in one day you thought.
“What is it? Does Darren want to return home?” You stayed quiet reading the letter one more time. “My love?”
“Darren is sick, Maron writes that he suddenly fell ill and is has not woken.” You breathlessly said your fingers covering your lips. Fear overtook your body.” I should not have let him go to Dorne… I have to go.” You said and begun walking in the direction of your chambers. Daemon trailed after you.
“y/n Darren is strong. He will be fine.” He tried to reassure you
“You don’t know that!” You silently shouted stopping. “He is my son! He is just a boy, what if he doesn’t get better. I need to go to him.”
“He has the blood of the dragon a simple illness will not take him away. Our blood is immune to normal diseases.”
“He is half Rhoynish, and do you not remember the shivering sickness? The one that took little Daenerys and killed half the realm?”
“I- I will watch over the children.” He finally relented
“Thank you…” You quickly kissed his lips and resumed the walk to your chambers.
You changed into a bronze and black riding leathers, and quickly departed to find Vermithor.
…
Sunspear looked serene from above. Merchants, artisans, farmers and other small folk filled the streets. The old Palace stood grand in the middle of the bustling city.
The sun high in the air illuminated the stained glass windows. Adding colour to the castle made of beige sandstone.
The bronze fury landed on the outskirts of the city, where he once rested during your time in Sunspear. A horse and armed guards were already waiting near the city gates.
“Princess y/n.” They bowed their heads and handed you the reigns to a beautiful white sand steed.
“Thank you, we must go quickly.” You ordered and galloped through the streets. The courtyard was mostly empty, Moran was already awaiting your presence.
“Good brother.” You approached and took of your gloves, letting Moran kiss the back of your hand.
“Good sister.” He answered “Darren is in his chambers.”
“When did this happen?” You quietly questioned, worried that if you were any louder your voice would betray you.
“Two days ago. The maesters are not sure as to what happened to him. He was fine and suddenly he collapsed.”
“My poor boy.” You whispered to yourself. “Have the maesters checked for poison?”
“No princess… Who would want to poison a child?” Maron was distraught.
“He is not just a child, Maron. He is the prince of Dorne.” You didn’t trust the maesters not even the ones who served in your home. You much preferred the healers from Braavos and Volantis. They were skilled and unbiased. The Citadel was in Old Town, it is dominion of Hightowers.
“Have any of the Essosi healers looked at him?” You questioned.
“No… The Maesters have said that they would do more harm than good.”
“And do you trust them?”
“To trust a man is a feat I think not many have achieved.”
“Do you trust me then?”
Maron looked a bit unsure at your questioned but nodded nonetheless.
“You were my brothers wife, you have two Dornish children. We are family.”
“Then as your family I advise you not to trust those grey rats.”
Maron was stunned.
“I will send for the healers that serve me on Bloodstone. For now I would like to be alone with my son.” You said as you approached the door to Darren’s chambers. Your good brother nodded and retreated. You entered the room to find a maester and few servants. “Out. All of you.” You ordered voice ice cold.
“Your highness, if you would give me a moment. I have not finished the treatment.”
“I do not care, leave.” You ordered, the elderly man hesitated but left after offering a small bow.
Tears danced in the corners of your eyes as you looked at Darren. His sun kissed skin was now sickly pale, you could see his chest moving up and down very slowly. As if the act of breathing brought him pain. You kneeled at his bedside and took his frail hand in yours pressing it to your forehead.
“My son.” You whispered tears choking your throat “My boy… What have they done to you?”
You were not a religious person by any means. The only gods you paid respect to were the gods of Old Valyria but in that moment, you would pray to any god out there. Preform a dozen sacrifices if it meant that Darren would get better.
“Mother…” He wheezed, your eyes shot up to see Darren’s misty ones staring back at you.
“Darren!” Tears streamed down your cheeks as you embraced his laying body. “Oh my son, my sweet boy.”
“Mummy” He cried “It hurts..!”
“What hurts tell me.” You frantically moved around him. He didn’t answer only stared with tears in his eyes and a pained expression.
“Sleep..” he croaked “Night..”
“What..?” You questioned
“Rat..” he slipped off to unconsciousness.
“Darren?” You meekly asked mulling over his words. “Sleep? Night? Rat?”
Was he poisoned? But by who and with what? You spent hours next to his bedside, hoping, praying for an answer.
You slowly rose from your feet and left the chamber. A lonely guard was standing in front of the door.
“Guard this entry. No one may enter until I return.” You ordered.
“As you command princess.” He straightened his back.
You slowly made your way to the maesters wing, knocking gently.
“Maester?” You questioned “I’m sorry for intruding at such a late hour but there is a matter of grace importance I wish to discuss.”
You heard shuffling and footsteps, the door slightly opened revealing the Maester.
“Your highness, how can I be of service?” He let you in into his solar. Various books and concoctions were scattered throughout the room.
"It is about my son." you answered taking a seat, the elderly man doing the same. "If i may ask maester where are you from?"
"A peculiar question, your highness." You raised and eyebrow and ushered him "I was born and raised in Oldtown."
“A magnificent city isn’t it? Never had the pleasure to visit.” You murmured.
“Yes, magnificent indeed.”
“Hmm… tell me what happened to your prince.” You ordered, the man furrowed his eyebrows.
“A terrible thing, the prince seemed to be fine lively and brave as he usually is. Then the other day he suddenly collapsed and hasn’t woken since.” He concluded.
“Collapsed where?”
“I do not know, your highness. I have tended to him in his chambers.”
“And you didn’t think to ask where he suddenly fell?”
“At the moment no. I think it was in the gardens.”
“You think?”
“Pardon me, I was quite overwhelmed with stabilizing the princes life to ask.”
“Hmm” You nodded fixing your posture in the uncomfortable chair “What do you suspect his is?”
“Oh it is quite difficult to tell, his symptoms are fatigue, headaches.”
“You’re a maester, tell me your diagnosis as of now.” You hardened your stare at the grey rat.
“I would suspect it is perhaps a sun stroke.”
“Thank you maester, I apologize if I have been rude. I simply worry for my son.”
“It is natural for mothers to worry for their children.” He nodded, you left his chambers. Your blood boiling, he is an accomplice he has to be.
For now you had to take your son with you. You were a fool to believe he would be safe here in his home. Dorne only recently and begrudgingly joined the seven kingdoms. The other kingdoms influence was scarce, especially the crownlands. The Dornishmen valued their independence above anything, that was proven during the conquest. Perhaps they feel betrayed by your husband and son who agreed and upholded the tract made with your grandsire.
Thoughts swarmed your head as you approached your son’s door. A maid waited by the entrance tray in hand.
“Princess.” The guard acknowledged your presence slightly startling the poor girl.
“Who are you?” You questioned not recognizing the maid.
“Celia, your highness.” You noticed she did not posses the accent that most Dornish had.
“And what are you doing here?” You approached the younger girl.
“I bring tea and medicine to the prince.” She quietly answered, you could see her hands trembling.
“Calm down, child.” You said “I’ll take this off your hands.” You tried to grab the tray but the girl evaded. “No..!” She said a bit panicked.
“No?”
“I-I the kitchens instructed me to deliver this to the prince myself.”
“And whose order in the kitchen is more important than that of a princess?” You questioned.
“Yours, your highness.” She meekly answered. You took the tray from her and the guard stationed outside his door opened it for you. Before entering you leaned into the man’s ear.
“Keep an eye on her.” You whispered, the man solemnly nodded.
You placed the tray with the medicine on the table. You raised the steaming cup to your nose and took a whiff. A rather sharp and irritating smell hit your nose. This was not tea, that much you can tell. You have dabbled in herbs and medicine in your youth. Often making concoctions for your grandsire and then husband.
If this were a poison it was rare and difficult to detect. You stood in the middle of the room pondering over the events of the day. You sighed and walked over to the door.”
“Bring me the girl.” You ordered the guard, he obliged and a few moment later a knock interrupted your thoughts.
The maid from before was slightly shaking in the guards hold.
“Do not fret, Celia. Come, sit.” You invited the servant girl to the table. The cup of tea still steaming.
The girl was squirming under your gaze, her gaze was focused on her lap.
“Are you Dornish?” You questioned, she slightly shook her head.
“No.” She whispered timidly.
“Where?”
“I am from a small village east of the Honeywine river.”
“Oh? You must be scared being in an unfamiliar land.”
She simply nodded.
“Who sent you here?”
“My father is a merchant from Oldtown, we moved to Sunspear for better opportunities.”
“What a touching story, you must be parched my dear.” You smiled slightly “Drink.” You ordered moving the cup in her direction.
“That tea is for the prince, your highness.” She objected.
“The prince is unconscious. He will not mind.”
“I cannot it would be improper of me-“
“Improper? As much as refusing an order from the princess of the realm”
“N-No”
“Drink.” You now ordered the smile disappearing from your lips. The girls eyes widened, her breath became more rapid.
She tried to steady her breath as she stared at the teacup. After a moment she took it in her hand. “I am not t-thirsty, you highness. You sent her a cold stare. She obliged and pressed the cup to her rosy, slightly parted lips.
Once the liquid was to flow through her throat she slammed the cup on the table.
“I-I cannot, I’m sorry.” Tears flowed through her nervous eyes. She hiccuped pressing her head in her hands.
“What’s in the cup?” You questioned roughly grabbing the girl by her hair and making her look at your face.
“Poison.” She wailed.
“What kind?!”
“Nightshade..! I’m sorry!”
“Who gave you the order?!” You shouted at her tightening the grip on her locks.
“There w-was a man in the kitchens! He gave me the tea and told to deliver it to the prince!”
“More!” You ordered searching for answers in her eyes.
“I do not know!”
“Say or I will feed you to fire! You tried to kill my son! A boy of only three and ten! Your prince!”
“I did not mean to.” She cried and wailed stumbling over her words.
You let go of her hair.
“Guard!” You ordered, two men walked in “Bring everyone working in the kitchens out in the courtyard.”
“Princess it is night-“
“Now!”
The two scurried off and nodded.
“You will tell me who gave you the poison meant to kill my son.”
She quickly nodded, groveling on her knees.
You stared from the balcony as the guards gathered every worker from the kitchens. The girl, Celia was standing next to you.
“Show me.” You ordered. The girl nodded and scanned the crowd. Her finger pointed towards a man, tall and rather skinny. You nodded at the guards and they took the screaming and trashing man to the dungeons.
From the corner of your eye you beckoned a knight over.
“Make sure the Maester doesn’t leave his chambers.”
He bowed and left, his armor rattling with every step. You handed to girl to another knight. You will questioned the both of them in the morning. For now you needed rest.
…
You stared with disdain at the man before you, kneeling and chained.
“Name.”
“Harrold.” He answered, his confidence not wavering.
“Were you the one to poison my son? Your prince.” You calmly asked, the man shook his head and you nodded at the dungeon master. He took a step forward in his hand were heavy metal pincers. The burly man grabbed Harrold’s hand and with the pincers he grabbed his nail and pulled. The man wailed in pain.
“Will you tell the truth now?” He cried and cried.
“Y-yes!” You nodded at the dungeon master to remove another nail.
“That was for admitting that you were lying before. Now speak!”
“I received the money, order and poison from a man. I-I don’t know what he was called. He just said he serves in the red keep!”
“And the girl? Celia?”
“She’s just a servant!”
“And the man, tell me more!”
“I-I do not know!” Another nail another scream.
“Who was the man?!” You demanded.
"I don't know! He just gave me the poison!"
"No ordinary man can afford such a poison... or make one!" You nodded at the dungeon master to remove another nail.
"T-The maester!" He finally screamed out in pain.
"What of the maester!?"
"He m-made the poison! A man just gave it to me!"
“What was he wearing?”
“A-a cloak!”
“What color?!”
“G-green.” He croaked out, and it is as if time stopped.
Green
…
A fortnight passed and Darren begun waking up more and more. His strength was coming back, the color in his face and eyes as well.
You watched with fondness as he devoured a duck roasted in honey with potatoes on the side. A cup of honey milk in a cup next to him. A food taster was now present for every meal he ate.
“Mummy, are you well?” He asked.
“I should be the one to ask you that, my love.” You mused placing a spare strand of brown hair behind his ear.
“You’re pale, and you do not eat.”
“I simply am worried for you.”
“Really? You look like this every time you’re with a babe.”
His words stunned you, and then you thought. You were not missing your moon blood, not yet anyway. You felt fine, tired but you wrote of the tiredness as a result of your son’s poisoning.
“We will return home soon. Once you get strong enough.”
“I am strong enough! I want to see Aegon and Nymor and the rest of my siblings.”
“I shall think about it.”
But he was right, there was no point in keeping him in Sunspear. He would be much safer on Bloodstone.
“Your highness!” A guard burst through the doors to your son’s chamber. You frowned worried. “A dragon spotted a few leagues away from Sunspear.”
“What did the dragon look like?” You questioned.
“Golden.” The guard answered.
“Aegon...” Darren whispered hopefully. You sighed deeply palming your forehead.
“You stay here, I’ll retrieve him.” You sighed standing up and leaving his chambers. You could hear the flapping of wings and the familiar screeches of Sunfyre above the city. Vermithor bellowed glancing up at the sky.
To your surprise Aegon was not the only person riding Sunfyre.
“Nymor.” You stated a bit on edge “What are you doing here? Aegon Sunfyre is too small to saddle two people.”
The two boys jumped from the dragon and your son jumped into your arms, Aegon following.
“We heard that Darren is sick, mother. I had to see my brother.” Nymor answered a bit harshly, which was unusual for him.
“He is fine now, and you Aegon?”
“Darren is my friend.” He murmured avoiding your stern gaze.
You sighed deeply. “Very well. Come along now."
You stood in the doorway watching your sons reunite. Nymor flung himself on Darren's bed, round cheeks stained with tears. Aegon on the other hand stood next to the bed, his hands awkwardly put behind his back.
"Derran!" Nymor cried, his elder brother chuckled and caressed his curly silver locks.
"Im alright, brother." He mused "Aegon, I-... It's good so see you." He awkwardly stated.
You raised your eyebrow in surprise. They never acted like this, they were comfortable in each other's presences, often skipping lessons together or being up to no good. You had to question them about this later.
"Yes..." Aegon muttered back, slightly sheepish.
"Mummy how could you not take me with you!" Nymor complained, freeing himself from his brothers embrace.
"I did what I thought was best. What if you have fallen ill? What would I do with two sick sons." You slightly teased.
"But he wasn't sick, was he?" Aegon questioned, you sighed deeply approaching Darren's bed.
"No, he was not."
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108 AC Red Keep, King's Landing
Silence fell between siblings, y/n stared wide eyed at Viserys as he told her of his plans to marry Rhaenyra's companion, Alicent Hightower. Building the structure of old Valyria was abandoned.
"No." The daughter of Baelon the brave said coldly.
"No?" Her brother asked confused.
"No." She repeated. "You will not marry that girl."
"I have decid-" His grace countered but was interrupted by his younger sister.
"Choose someone else." y/n demanded resuming her previous activity.
"Why not her?" He insisted staring at the red-eyed girl.
"She is a Hightower, a house that protects and upholds the faith of the seven. We are Targaryen's we follow the fourteen flames, her father is a second son so her dowry would be insufficient. She is your daughters confidante, this marriage will break Rhaenyra." y/n explained without looking at her brother. "Choose someone else."
"Who would you have me choose?" His Grace asked annoyed.
"A bride of Valyrian descent, perhaps a Lyseni noble woman. Or a Celtigar, maybe a Baratheon." She proposed painting a tower. "If you marry Alicent and have a son, your hand will want to make him King not Rhaenyra."
"Otto would't undermine my decision to make Rhaenyra my heir." Viserys countered
"Viserys, be serious. That man will do anything to gain power, he knows Rhaenyra holds no love for him and when she becomes Queen he will have no place in her court."
"Otto supported and proposed the decision to make Rhaenyra heir during a small council meeting." He countered
"But that is not because he wants Rhaenyra to be Queen, he wanted remove Daemon as a possible heir." y/n stated. "He is too proud to be a loyal servant to the crown."
"Otto has been a loyal and unwavering hand."
"Orys Baratheon was a loyal and unwavering hand, Daemon Velaryon was an amiable hand, Ryam Redwyne was loyal and so was father but Otto? No."
...
"I intend to marry, the Lady Alicent Hightower." Viserys spoke during the small council meeting. y/n sighed deeply swirling the bronze orb that belonged to her as the mistress of whisperers. Corlys was outraged, Rhaenyra betrayed, Otto victorious and Viserys was a fool.
Soon the small council began to leave the chamber, Corlys and Rhaenyra were the first to leave. y/n sat in her seat staring at Otto, she cleared her throat and stood up smoothing her dress.
"Lord Hightower, I am sure you are happy with your little victory." y/n began staring at the tall, elderly man. "My brother is a fool to not notice your schemes but be certain I do. Your daughter may become Queen and have children with the King but be certain they will be raised far away from you and your plots. I will personally see to that." Otto chuckled.
"You may claim to do so as you wish princess, but soon you will wed and travel to Dorne with no influence in court." The Hightower recounted, the princess only smiled.
"You're a fool to believe that power resides with a person... I will leave you with that Lord Hand. Rest well." y/n said and left the small council chamber.
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110 AC Red Keep, King's Landing
Viserys's greatest dream came true, Alicent delivered a healthy son just nine month after their wedding. But not all was well. The war in the stepstones has been raging for over two years, the sea snake along with the rogue prince have been losing against the triarchy. The court however did not concern themselves with the crab feeder, preferring to celebrate the second name day of Prince Aegon.
“y/n?” Rhaenyra asked peering over her aunt’s shoulder.
“Hmm?” The red-eyed girl muttered, her eyes focused on the heavy book before her.
“Might I join you?” She questioned not waiting for permission, leaning on the great weirwood tree. The delicate strums of Samwell’s baliset brought the two princesses’ comfort in this tiring day.
“Your grace.” The bard stood up quickly bowing before the Hightower Queen.
“Did I order you to stop?” Rhaenyra asked annoyed, her head on the princess’s shoulder.
“Samwell go.” Alicent ordered, her voice confident so different from her usual shy demeanor.
“You are to stay by the order of your princess.” y/n hid a smirk turning over another page. She heard the retreating footsteps of the player and sighed deeply, Rhaenyra and Alicent two former friends exchanged sad words. Rhaenyra's anger was justified, her father and dearest friend betrayed her.
“Let us leave Rhaenyra, the carriages will not wait for our tardiness.” y/n mused standing up taking Rhaenyra by her hand and brushing past Alicent.
...
y/n sighed sipping the red wine, glancing at the ladies of the court. Alicent pregnant with her second child sat next to you, engaged in some boring conversation with lady Redwyne. She glanced seeing her brother drown himself in cups of wine.
“Excuse me, my Queen.” She said leaving the suffocating company she was ordered to stay with. The black and bronze leather attire y/n wore moved gracefully with her movements. Walking to Viserys she glanced at the servant next to him.
“Bring a chair.” She ordered, the heels of her shoes thudded against the carpeted stairs. The servant placed a heavy woodened chair on the left of his grace, she nodded thankfully dismissing the boy. “Viserys.” The king sluggishly glanced his siblings way.
“What is it sister?” He asked, his words slurred due to over indulgence in wine.
“I have come to see how you are.” she answered, her brother laughed, pouring himself another goblet.
“My daughter avoids me like a plague, the court bothers me with possible matches for her. I cannot celebrate my son’s second name day in peace!” He raised his voice glancing at the lord and ladies before him. y/n took his gloved hand circling her thumb on his palm.
“Perhaps you should let Rhaenyra choose her own match?” She proposed, Viserys nodded and smiled gently.
“Perhaps you are right. You know her best after all... y/n you are seven and ten, maybe if you married first Rhaenyra would follow." Viserys said.
"Grandsire has wanted me to marry Qoren since I was small." She mumbled thinking of the dark haired boy she has met years ago.
After retiring to Dorne, Qoren's mother princess Mara died of an illness. At just four and ten he became the prince of Dorne. His duties kept him in Sunspear, despite the many years apart you often wrote to each other and the feeling you have once held for him didn't disappear.
"Do you want to marry him?" Viserys questioned and you nodded.
"I do. When we were children we promised each other that we would marry."
"In nine years much can change." Viserys answered.
"To break this engagement would jeopardize our very fragile relationship with the south." His grace hummed and gulped the wine.
"It is settled then, I shall send word to Dorne that it is high time you married."
"Let me break the news to Rhaenyra first, if she hears that you are forcing me away from her side she will hate you even more."
Viserys chuckled sadly and nodded.
"How is it that my daughter despises the thought of marriage but you accept and yearn for it?" Your brother asked.
"I have always known I would have to marry... and grandsire wished to see me happy. I met Qoren and I have fallen for him but it seems the gods did not want us to be together for long."
"I want you to be content, happy even. If marrying the Prince will make you so I see no reason to refrain." Her eyes widened slightly and a warm smile appeared on her lips.
"I would like that." She said and pressed a kiss to Viserys's cheek.
t/n sighed leaning into her chair, she observed curiously as the court whispered and laughed among themselves. Seeing many of her spiders mingle with the rest of the nobles.
“Where is Aegon?" y/n questioned wanting to see her nephew, Viserys shrugged in response. She ordered one of the maids to lead the way to the young prince.
The little boy only two, played alone with his wooden dragons, a gift for his nameday. y/n nodded at the maids stationed to take care of him to leave.
“Aegon?” The little boy glanced up, his violet eyes widening and a wide smile appearing on his chubby face.
“y/n!” He exclaimed running towards her, chuckling she picked him up into her arms. Despite the indifference Rhaenyra held for her little brother y/n took kindly to Aegon. After all he was her nephew.
“Do you want to go on a horse ride with me?” She questioned petting Aegon’s silver locks. He nodded eagerly bouncing in her arms.
“Where is father?” Aegon questioned, he played with the reigns of your horse sitting in front of her.
“Your father is very busy as a King he has many responsibilities.” She answered, Viserys was not a good father nonetheless she didn't want to poison his own son against him. Aegon stayed quiet for most of the ride leaning into his aunt's body. “Perhaps I shall take you with me to Dorne.” She proposed and the Prince nodded happily.
"y/n with me!" The princeling demanded, a chuckle left his aunt's lips.
"Yes Aegon, you'll be with me. We will fly together, eat fruit and play, yes?" She questioned.
"Yes!" He exclaimed happily hugging his aunt.
...
Letters were exchanged between his Grace King Viserys and Prince Qoren discussing the arrangement, and soon the realm awaited the wedding of Princess y/n Targaryen and Prince Qoren Martell.
Rhaenyra begrudgingly accepted the news of her aunt's impending marriage, but the realm's delight still refused to marry. Rhaenyra agreed to search for a husband though it took Viserys's threat of removing her status as heir to the Iron Throne to convince her. Rhaenyra along with her aunt and half brother toured the seven kingdoms. The last royal procession was held by Jaehaerys and his sister wife Alysanne. In that way Rhaenyra reminded the realm of the rightful heir as well as scour for possible consorts as her father ordered.
y/n held Aegon in her lap as Rhaenyra interviewed possible matches. She noted down in her journal all the men who have asked for an audience with the princess, giggling to herself as Rhaenyra shooed them away with clever insults.
“The princess has a dragon you dumb cunt!” One of the contenders mocked the Blackwood boy, the two princesses snorted as the crows laughed. The mood has turned sour once the two nobles decided to bring out their swords, deciding it was time to go Rhaenyra her aunt and half-brother left in boredom.
Rhaenyra approached her aunt after talking with her sworn shield.
“Do you think father will be mad that I ended the tour two moons early?” The heir jested leaning on the railing of the ship taking them back to King’s landing. y/n chuckled leaning on the princess’s shoulder.
“I think he will be delighted to see you.” She mused, her brows furrow hearing the flapping of wings above the ship. The crew looked up searching for the culprit. Soon the ship has been swayed by Caraxes’s wings, Daemon atop the blood wyrm. y/n grasped Rhaenyra’s hand aiming to balance herself from the swaying of the boat.
...
y/n watched curiously as her half-brother strode proudly through the great hall. A wooden crown atop his short silver hair, black sister sheathed atop his hip. Viserys dressed in royal attire sat at the iron throne, the crown once worn by King Jaehaerys atop his own head.
Daemon stopped at the stairs leading to the throne, glancing at the king’s guard pointing their own weapons at Daemon’s chest. A smirk painted on his lips; he threw the sword of his fallen enemy at Viserys’s feet.
“Add it to the throne, your grace.” He mused a smile appearing on your own lips. Two brothers happily reunited after almost three years. The court applauded the reconciliation of Baelon's sons. y/n quietly retreated to her chambers preparing for the feast Viserys was going to throw in honor of their brother returning.
“What do you think I should wear?” Rhaenyra turned around; her body covered with a thin linen shirt. y/n glanced at the two dresses that were held by the maids.
“The golden one.” She mused sinking her teeth in the sweet fig, already dressed in a pale violet dress embedded with gold dragons. “You'll look beautiful in it.”
“All right then, can you help me braid my hair?” y/n nodded and stood from the comfortable armchair, skillfully braided her hair. She hummed an old Valyrian nursery rhyme as she worked on Rhaenyra’s silver hair.
The princess hummed leaning into her touch as she kissed the crown of her head. Together the two walked to the godswood where the fest was being held. y/n was excited to see Daemon after all of those years.
“Mandia” Daemon whispered, y/n smiled as she saw her half-brother. After reminiscing with his brother and exchanging pleasantries with the guests attending, he walked towards the table covered in various dishes. (Sister)
“Lēkia” y/n answered taking a sip from the golden goblet in her hands. “Aōha ōghar… Nyke ȳdra daor hae ziry.” She mused staring at his short silver hair, not the only thing that changed about your brother. (Brother/ Your hair…I don’t like it.)
“Iksan sīr mundagon naejot rȳbagon bona” Daemon laughed taking a seat next to his sister. (I am so sad to hear that)
"Eman jeldan naejot ūndegon ao syt sīr bōsa" Baelon's youngest son muttered after a moment of silence (I have longed to see you for so long)
"Lo konir sagon drēje pār ao would daor vīlībagon isse iā vīlībāzma" y/n mused playing with the golden rings on her fingers. Daemon snorted and nodded, the siblings watched as the court mingled with each other. The almost picturesque moment was interrupted by Alicent's son running toward his aunt and uncle. Aegon laughed as y/n smiled and picked the boy up. Daemon watched with disdain in his eyes as his sister smiled at the little tower. (If that is true then you would not fight in a war.)
"Gaomagon daor jurnegon rȳ zirȳ hae bona" y/n said sternly placing Aegon in her lap. (Do not look at him like that)
"Issi se trēsi hen bona kasta līve" He spoke venom dripping from his lips. (He is the son of that green whore)
y/n gaze hardened at the obvious hatred Daemon held for the innocent child, it is not Aegon's fault that their mother is Alicent.
"Issi riñar, pōnta gōntan daor iderēbagon syt zirȳla naejot sagon pōja muña" she hissed "Kesrio syt nyke jurnegon tolī zirȳ Alicent se zirȳla kepa emagon daor ōregon toliot zirȳ" (He is a child, he did not choose for her to be his mother/ Because I look after them Alicent and her father have no hold over them.)
Daemon hummed in approval accepting his sister's fondness over the little tower.
"You will make a great mother." Daemon said as he stared fondly at his sister.
"I think I will become a mother sooner or later..." She mused leaning against her brothers shoulder.
"How so?" He asked
"I am too marry, Daemon. In a month or two Qoren will arrive and we will wed." y/n told her brother. She could feel Daemon's muscles tense, a scowl appeared on his features. "Do not fret brother, you may visit me to your hearts content." She chuckled.
...
Princess y/n along with the crowned heir Princess Rhaenyra and her half brother Prince Aegon toured the seven kingdoms. The last royal progress was held almost fifty years ago during the reign of King Jaehaerys I. The crown agreed to the excursion thanks to the princesses y/n input she convinced the small council of the benefits that would aid the realm. In the same year prince Daemon Targaryen returned to court after three years of war in the stepstones. Despite the aversion the court held towards the rogue prince, princess y/n enjoyed her half-brothers presence. Many saw them take strolls throughout Rhaenys's gardens and fly on dragon back together.- From the dragon bringer by the feather and quill of Grand Maester Roland.
Jaes's hen jēdar
God's of the sky
Seven
Daemon x reader, Rhaenyra x reader (platonic), Qoren Martell x reader
Synopsis: Rhaenyra's wedding takes place, y/n and her husband return to the capital.
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113 AC Sunspear
"Mother can I see Vermithor?" Derran asked as you held him in your arms.
"Perhaps on the morrow, I feel quite tired now." You answered kissing the top of his curly black hair.
"Because of baby?" He asked delicately patting your swollen belly.
"Yes my sweet boy... Where did you loose Aegon?" You asked, knowing that whenever Darren was Aegon was around.
"Eggie in lessons. Didn't interrupt." Your son mumbled playing with your silver hair.
"You did good, my love."
"What a sight to see." Qoren said entering your shared chambers. "Hello my love." He said and kneeled in front of you, pressing a kiss to your lips and to your son's forehead.
"Good morrow, Qoren." You answered.
"A letter arrived from the capitol." Your husband said and passed you the parchment, he took Darren into his arms and pressed kisses on his chubby cheeks. You read the letter carefully.
"Shall we prepare for travel?" You asked.
Rhaenyra's and Laenor's wedding has arrived.
"I would assume so."
"I love you." You murmured and pressed a kiss to your husbands lips.
"As I you. How is our little one doing?" He answered, caressing your cheek.
"Good, I would assume. I am tired without a reason." You answered rubbing your pregnant belly.
"She will be strong then, since she's taking yours."
"I would like a girl, it seems you do as well." You mused noticing that your husband oft referred to the babe as she.
"Could we name her after my grandmother? I think the name Arianne would suit her."
"And if it's a boy?" You questioned tangling your fingers in his curly, thick black hair.
"What do you think we should name our son?"
"I like Nymor, after Nymeria the warrior Queen."
"A fine name, princess." He looked fondly at your growing belly. Caressing the swell through your pale orange dress.
You were excited to go back to King's Landing, you missed your family terribly. After all it has been three years, six moons after your wedding you conceived and then bore a son, Derran. He was born strong, with violet eyes and black hair. Two years later you fell pregnant again.
You along with your son and Aegon would depart on dragon back. Nothing compared to the feeling of flying with your steed. Vermithor was not overly fond of the hot temperature of Dorne so he was excited to come back to the Crowlands.
Sunfyre was able to lift Aegon, and per his request he flew on his own, next to your mount. Vermithor took off, his wings threw shade at the city below. Derran was strapped to the saddle with leather belts while Nymor was tied to your chest.
The flight took a few hours, the bronze fury flew on his own remembering the path. Sunfyre flew circles the elder dragon. Vermithor screeched in dismay at the energetic young dragon. The bronze fury landed on the hills near the dragon pit, the dragon walked towards the gates to the caves he once called home.
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The streets were clean and decorated with Targaryen sigils, the wedding of the crown heir was a huge ordeal and rightfully so. You smiled as you saw the familiar red bricks of the place you grew up in.
Rhaenyra along with the rest of your family awaited your arrival in the courtyard. You stepped out of the carriage, the stench of the city invaded your nostrils.
"y/n!" Rhaenyra smiled and ran up to you, she engulfed you in a bone crushing hug. You smiled and hugged her back, you heard the little footsteps of Haelaena and Aemond. They hugged your skirts smiling and laughing as you caressed their silver locks.
"Sister it has been far too long." Viserys smiled, you approached your brother and smiled sadly at his condition. You placed a kiss on his cheek and bowed your head at Alicent. Ever since you started taking an interest in her children she could not stand you. Even though you have done nothing wrong she knew how much her children loved you.
"There is someone I would like you to meet, brother." You mused and walked into the carriage picking Derran into your arms. "Brother this is my son Derran."
"Adorable babe." Viserys mused picking up Derran into his arms. "He looks like our father. The same brows, nose and eyes."
"I will take your word for it, then." You answered, servants approached taking your belongings to the chambers that once belonged to you.
"Mother!" Derran whined in his uncles grasp.
"This is your uncle Viserys, Derran." You answered, Rhaenyra fawned over her cousin and took him into her arms, he giggled in delight.
Soon enough your child was taken away from you, and you were left with Daemon.
"Brother" You said, the man smiled and kissed your cheek pressing his forehead against yours.
"Sister" He answered, his violet eyes stopped at your pregnant belly. His large hand rested upon the top he smiled gently as he felt the babe kick. "What will you name it?"
"Nymor if it's a boy and Arianne if it's a girl." You answered in common tongue.
"Dornish names." He responded taking you by your arm, the two of you walked to the gardens.
"They will be princelings of house Martell, it is only fitting." You mused and leaned on Daemon's shoulder.
"Do you love him?" Your brother suddenly asked. You took a deep breath and glanced at his violet eyes.
"I do." You whispered, you could see the evident anger in his orbs. The happy atmosphere soon soured, not wishing to spend another moment like that, you departed for your chambers.
...
You awoke feeling the babe press itself onto your spine, you sighed leaning towards your sleeping husband. A small smile graced your lips, you pressed a kiss to his dark curly hair.
"Is it the babe?" Qoren mumbled still half asleep, you smiled caressing his naked back.
"Don't worry it is nothing." You mused and left your shared bed to the chamber pot. "Your child however presses itself against my spine and bladder."
Qoren laughed.
"Our child are they not?"
"Of course but only one of us has to carry it for nine months and then push it out of my body."
"That is true and I am eternally thankful for your sacrifice." Your husband mused kneeling in front of you and pressed his ear against your belly. "Hello little dragon." He said and pressed a kiss.
"Could we stay here longer? As much as I and Aegon enjoy Sunspear I do miss my home" You asked your husband.
"As you wish dear wife." He answered "With having a flying beast there come some perks." You laughed at his jest a comfortable silence falling between the two of you. Your body leaned into his as you laid comfortably on the bed.
"I love you." Qoren muttered into your silver hair, you looked up at him kissing the bridge of his nose.
"As I you."
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Your maids tied the red and silver dress as the others combed through your long silver locks.
"How do you feel your highness?" One of your maids a young girl of only four and ten asked.
"It is bearable, Annora. Though I cannot wait once it's out of me." You mussed caressing the swell of your belly.
"It is good the pregnancy is at its end." Annora smiled and tied the knots of your sleeves. "I pray to the gods everyday for a safe delivery."
"Thank you my dear." You thanked the red haired girl. "Come now I intend to visit my niece."
...
You watched as the maids helped Rhaenyra put on her dress, when they moved towards her silver locks you interrupted.
"Please leave us." The maids bowed and left the two princesses alone. "I always did your hair, I will do so as long as we're together." You caressed Rhaenyra's cheek and begun to brush her hair.
"Thank you, y/n" The princess of Dragonstone mused caressing your palm. "I missed you so much."
You answered back and braided her hair in comfortable silence, embedding rubies and obsidian into the hairstyle. A Valyrian song leaving your lips.
Ser Steffon and Ser Criston escorted the two of you to the great hall where the celebration for Rhaenyra's wedding took place. Ser Harrold announced the two princesses.
You smiled as you noticed your husband already seated at the high table you took your place next to him as Rhaenyra sat next to her father. The guests begun arriving, ser Harrold announcing their presences. You chuckled quietly as lord Lannister embarassed himself in front of Rhaenyra and Viserys
"Lord Corlys of house Velaryon, lord of the tides and master of Driftmark and his lady wife Princess Rhaenys Targaryen and their son and heir Ser Laenor Velaryon the future king consort!" Ser Harrold announced the powerful house. All of them dressed in gold and teal, a true Valyrian house. You smiled as you saw them enter, the crowd applauded their arrival. They bowed before the high table. Rhaenyra abandoned her seat and met with Laenor half way.
"My bethroded." She smiled, Laenor kissed the palm of her hand and the court once again applauded. The Velaryon's took their place on Viserys's left side of the table. But the peaceful moment has been interrupted by Daemon making his appearance soon after the Velaryon's.
He strode proudly through the great hall, the crowd whispered at this sight. He smirked as he approached the high table, an extra chair placed on the tail end of the table.
"Be welcome, as we join together in celebration. Tonight is only it's beginning we honour the crown's oldest and fiercest ally, House Velaryon. Reaching back to the days of Old Valyria and the Age of Dragons with House Targaryen and House-" Viserys stopped his speech mid word, he intensely gazed at the entrance to the great hall. The crowds eyes soon followed.
Queen Alicent dressed in Hightower green has arrived. The courtiers stood up to honour her grace. You exchanged a look with your husband, the green beacon of Hightower you thought.
"Congratulations stepdaughter. What blessing this is for you." She spoke the new way that she addressed Rhaenyra did not go unnoticed.
"Please be seated." Viserys asked once Alicent took her seat. "With House Targaryen and House Velaryon united, I hope to herald in a second Age of Dragons in Westeros." Viserys finished his speech the court applauded and banged their hands on the table cheering for his grace. "And after tonights small affair... Seven days of tournament and feasting. And at the end of it all, a royal wedding between my daughter, my heir, your future Queen and Ser Laenor Velaryon the heir to Driftmark." You clapped and smiled as Viserys confirmed Rhaenyra as heir.
The first dance was started by Rhaenyra and Laenor the two of them moved gracefully to the sound of music. An old Valyrian dance, to display the two houses origins. You watched with your husbands the two smiled and talked. Soon the rest of the courtiers decided to dance as is the custom in such celebrations. Alicent moved from the table to where house Hightower was sitting.
"Shall we dance, my dear?" Qoren proposed and you agreed taking his hand. From the corner of your eye you saw ser Gerald talk with Daemon. The tragic incident that befallen Rhea Royce was no accident. Laena skipped towards the dance floor and Daemon followed after her. The two seemed engaged in conversation, as your feet ached you walked to the table.
"Cousin I am so glad to see you in King's Landing." You said to Rhaenys.
"As am I. I believe congratulations are in order." She said and her husband Lord Corlys agreed.
"Thank you, it is rather tedious to be with child." You muttered and Rhaenys chuckled.
"It is, isn't it? I remember when I was pregnant with Laenor. I could not sleep for the death of me." Rhaenys told her memories.
Your pleasant conversation has been interrupted by various screams. You stood from your seat searching for Rhaenyra. She was carried by Ser Harwin breakbones. The crowd stilled and Ser Criston rose from the floor, his hands and armour bloody.
...
"The love of the seven is holy and eternal. The source of life and love. We stand here tonight in thanks and praise to join two souls as one." The septon spoke "Father, Mother, Warrior, Smith, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. Hear now their vows."
"I am yours and you are mine." Laenor spoke through tears "Whatever may come."
"I am yours and you are mine. Whatever may come." Rhaenyra held back her tears. You watched with sadness in your own your husband caressing your back in comfort.
"Here in the presence of gods and men, I proclaim Laenor of House Velaryon, Rhaenyra of House Targaryen, to be man and wife. One flesh, on heart, one soul now and forever." The high septon said the vows. Viserys fell to the ground, the crown of King Jaehaerys rolling on the stone floor.
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"AHH!" You screeched crushing the bedpost with your hand as another contraction paralysed your body. Sweat drenched your cotton tunic, you could feel the anger and pain of your dragon. His roars shook the Red Keep.
"Princess-" One of the midwives approached your curled form.
"Don't touch me!" You seethed, baring your teeth. The servants watched as you suffered on your own.
"My wife! Where is my wife!?" Qoren burst into the room to see you scream and cry with pain. He stared in disbelief at the midwives who did nothing. "Why are you not helping the princess?!"
"S-She refuses our help." One of the maids whispered.
"Leave then!" He screamed and rushed to your side kneeling next to you. "My love, I'm here."
"Qoren..?" You asked absentmindedly "I can't-" You breathed, your face contorting in pain.
"Yes you can! You already did this once, our boy. He cannot be without you! I cannot be without you." Qoren cried as he helped you stand.
"Get it- Get it out of me." You pleaded leaning on your husband.
"No child should grow up without parents, remember?" He pleaded "Please, my love."
You stared up at his worried face, placing your palm against his cheek. You squatted taking your husbands hand the other leaned on the bed.
"Urghh!" You groaned and pushed, pushed and groaned. Qoren kneeled between you, his hands under your tunic helping you.
"The head..!" He whispered hopefully.
You placed your hand in between your legs to feel the babe make its way into the world. With a final push, it slid out of your body into your husbands arms. A loud cry pierced the silence that befallen the chamber.
"A boy" Your husband breathed in relief handing you the newborn, tears streamed down your cheeks. This time from happiness.
"Nymor, my son. Oh my sweet boy." You cried cradling the crying infant. One of the midwives walked in, helping you with the newborn. Swaddling him in cloth and cutting the cord.
"He's beautiful." Qoren mused pressing a kiss to your sweaty brow. The midwife placed him in your arms and you latched him to your breast. Wisps of blonde hair and eyes a light brown bordering on red.
...
The Grimm beginning of the union between Princess Rhaenyra and Lord Laenor became a subject of superstition. A bad omen for the future Queen and her royal Consort. But a fortnight after Princess y/n delivered a healthy son, lifting the sour mood.- From the dragon bringer by the feather and quill of Grand Maester Roland.