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108 AC Dragonstone

Vermithor screeched circling the castle of Dragonstone along Caraxes and Syrax. You sat next to your brother as he showed Rhaenyra his sword Darksister. The waves of blackwater bay crashed against the many cliffs of the island.

Rhaenyra quickly lost interest in her uncle's sword and ran away to play in the grass, you stayed watching your niece.

"What are you thinking about?" Daemon asked placing a stray strand of your silver hair behind your ear.

"I think that... that Aemma will die soon." You muttered staring at the endless sea, Daemon stilled and stared at you curiously.

"What makes you say that?" He questioned following your gaze.

"The pregnancies are killing her, Viserys is adamant about having a son. Until she delivers a boy he will not stop." You said watching seven year old Rhaenyra play in the meadow.

"He wants a son so I can stop being his her." Your brother answered.

"You are not his heir." Daemon furrowed his brows staring at you expectantly "Viserys never named you his heir, you chose to believe that you are but you're not. I do not think you would make a good King... You're a formidable warrior and dragon ride yes but you lack patience."

Daemon chuckled

"If I'm not his heir then who is? He has no son, by law I am his successor." Your brother was quick to anger, you sighed as you saw rage bubbling inside him.

"Rhaenyra is his heir."

"Rhaenyra is a girl. The council of 101 AC established an iron precedent on matters of succession. The Iron Throne could not pass to a woman, or to a male descendant of a woman." Daemon said remembering the succession crisis.

"I know the law Daemon I was there. Times change..." You refused the Andals tradition of male primogeniture. "In old Valyria men and women were equal, the eldest child was the heir. The decision to put our brother on the throne was made because we rule a country populated by Andals with different customs."

"You're too smart for your own good. If you weren't as pretty you would be a second Vaegon." You chuckled at Daemon's joke. Uncle Vaegon was an archmaester in the citadel, a brooding and cold man. You have met your uncle a few times, he wasn't welcoming or nice but he knew of your passion for books. He lend you many books that resided in the citadel.

"Uncle Vaegon is smart." You smiled at your brother.

"Vaegon is a boring, cold old man."

"He is one and forty."

"You're very adamant on defending Vaegon, perhaps you hold something more than fondness for your uncle?" Daemon laughed and a blush of embarrassment coated your cheeks.

"I am defending our uncle because he doesn't deserve your insults." You muttered bringing your knees to your chin. Your brother chuckled and threw his arm around you and he kissed the top of your head.

"I am merely jesting sweet girl."

"I know... Will you be leaving again?" You asked your brother quietly.

"Perhaps, I have to return to Runestone by the order of our brother." Daemon said with venom in his words. You hummed and leaned on his shoulder.

"I do not want to see you go, the court is so boring without your squabbles with every noble." You mumbled, your brother chuckled.

"And you are better?" He questioned "You hate court with every fiber of your being."

"I do not hate court is it simply boring. With Grandsire no-one cares about me, it is Rhaenyra they want." You said tears burning behind your eyes. "It is her they call the realms delight while I rot in the shadows."

"Hmm... perhaps you could use a change of scenery?" Daemon muttered and you immediately perked up.

"Can we go to Essos?!" You asked quickly, your brother smiled.

"Perhaps, or you can go to the Vale with me." You nodded happily and hugged Daemon.

"I wish to see Valyria." You whispered in his shoulder, Daemon tensed.

"I know but you mustn't... Do you know our great aunt's story?"

"Which great aunt? Rhaena?" You asked curiously sitting in Daemon's lap.

"Not Rhaena, her daughter Aerea."

"She died of a fever." You answered remembering your great aunt.

"Not entirely sweet girl. One night Aerea snuck into Dragonmont and claimed Balerion, no one has seen her or the black dread for over a year but one day she returned. Aerea was severely ill as was Balerion, she was almost unrecognizable; she was stick thin, and whatever clothes she still wore were nothing more than tatters. Her hair was matted and a tangled mess, and her eyes were bloody. The knight that carried her to the maester said that he felt her fever through his armor and something was moving inside her body." You listened intensely to the story "Aerea's fever was one unlike anything he had seen before. The septon described her as burning, with a red skin and having barely an ounce of flesh upon her bones, appearing gaunt and starved. Swellings moved under her skin, Barth said she was cooking from within. Smoke came from her mouth, nose, and her nether regions. Aerea's eyes cooked within her skull until they burst. When the princess was lowered into the tub of ice, "slimy, unspeakable things" making horrible sounds emerged from under her skin—one as long as his arm—but the "creatures of heat and fire" died from the cold of the ice."

You listened horrified to the story your brother was saying, it was during your grandsire's rule. But what did Aerea's illness had to do with Valyria. Daemon noticing your confusion continued.

"Septon Barth speculated that Balerion, not Aerea, had chosen their destination; as likely the only living creature in the world that had known Valyria before it was destroyed in the Doom, Balerion had returned home, where accursed creatures as those found inside Aerea now lived."

“Does that mean that dragons live in Valyria?" You asked curiously only one thing on your mind.

"Those creatures inside Aerea were not dragons sweet girl." Daemon responded. "If you wish to know more of these beasts Septon Barth wrote a book about dragon origins."

"That book is looked down upon..." You mumbled.

"The citadel only wishes to give us information they deem suitable, that doesn't mean you shouldn't read the book." Your brother mused "I just happen to have a copy..."

"Brother please! Can you lend it to me! Please!" You pleaded grabbing Daemon's shoulders and shooting his body with little strength you had. Your elder brother laughed and nodded.

"In return I have a favour to ask of you..." He said mysteriously you quieted down and nodded.

"I'll do anything!" You said, Daemon tapped his cheek with his finger. You smiled and left a smooch on his face.

"We should be returning soon or else our brother might strangle me." Daemon mused.

"Rhaenyra!" You shouted, the girl turned quickly and ran towards you. "Come, we must return." You said and grabbed her hand, you glanced up at the sky to see your dragons in the sky. It was as if they could read your thoughts, quickly abandoning their chase and landing on the ground.

You smiled and skipped towards the bronze fury, you scratched the scales under his maw. The dragon purred happily leaning into your touch.

"Once we return I shall order that a deer be brought to your cave." You said in your mother tongue, knowing of your dragons preference for deer. You easily climbed the large dragon and left Dragonstone.

...

You entered your chambers clad in bronze dragon leather mimicking the scales of your mount.

"Your Highness." Mya, your maid bowed as you approached your desk throwing the gloves off to the side.

"Good morrow Mya." You said glancing at the books and parchment on the wooden table. "Any letters?"

The maid shuffled and retrieved a scroll, sealed by the familiar sun and spear. You smiled breaking the insignia and read the letter send by Qoren.

"Is the prince still smitten?" Mya asked curiously, you nodded a small smile on your lips. Despite seven years apart you and Qoren often wrote to each other.

You said placing the parchment on your desk. Grabbing a spare parchemnt and dipping your feather in quill you begun to write a response. "Mya, if you could pass this letter to the rookery." Pouring the hot wax over the letter you placed your seal. A bronze dragon on a black background.

"At once your highness." The maid said, bowed and rushed to the rookery.

You giddily smiled and left your chambers searching for you eldest brother.

Ser Harrold Westerling dutifully stood before the King's chambers. His silver armor illuminated by the torches.

"Princess." The knight bowed his head, and announced your presence.

"Viserys!" You smiled and rushed to hug your brother.

"y/n, to what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?" He asked hunched over his model of old Valyria.

"Can't I visit my brother the King?" You mused glancing at the Valyria sculpture. Viserys laughed and ushered you inside.

"This tower is wrong." you said pointing at the build. Viserys curiously looked to what you're referring to. "It should be holding liquid fire as an heraldry to Gaelithox."

"My, you are right."

"Of course I'm right... Valyria is a fascinating civilisation isn't it."

"If only we could bring it back." Viserys sighed sadly.

"But we can Viserys... your are the King, your word is law."

"It is not that simple y/n" He started "You know how hard grandsire fought for the doctrine of exceptionalism."

"Excactly, grandsire laid the fundaments we need. Now we can use them to build!" You exclaimed "Uncle Vaegon has a chain of Valyrian Steel, he could help us."

Viserys chuckled at your childlike wonder.

"The world will never see a civilisation as magnificent as Old Valyria, we barely know our history. We have to learn more."

In the next few weeks you barely ate or slept, consumed by various books on the history of Valyria. Uncle Vaegon per your request send you as many books from the citadel as he could. Many letters were exchanged between the two of you. You offering various theories and Vaegon negating them.

"Brother! Brother!" You shouted bursting to his chambers, starting him and Aemma.

"Seven hells y/n, it is barely dusk." Viserys mumbled leaning into his wife's side.

"Good morrow y/n" Aemma responded

"It could not wait." You exclaimed placing as many parchemnts and books you could hold in your arms.

"What could not wait?" Viserys groggily asked sitting in his bed.

"Valyria dear brother!"

Aemma stood from the bed clasping her swollen belly. She slowly waddled to you and glanced at the books.

"What is this?"

"This my queen is our ancestry." You responded helping her sit.

Drawing depicting the great city of Valyria, towers occupied by dragons, rivers of fire, colourful plants that grew everywhere, temples dedicated to the fourteen flames, great structures build from dragon glass.

"In the age of heroes there were hundred of thousands of dragon roaming the world. And yet only the people of Valyria tamed them. Some texts say that our ancestors were dragons, that we are their descendants and that is why we can form bonds and ride them."

"y/n this is..." Viserys mumbled glancing at the knowledge before him. "How did you find this?"

"Uncle Vaegon helped me, but I found knowledge about Valyria from books and scrolls that depicted the history of other Essosi cities."

"What would the faith think of this?" Aemma asked appaled.

"The faith of the seven was brought by the Andals, Valyria worshipped many deities but the main one were the fourteen flames. The faith does not influence us as were are not of Andal decent. We have magic in our blood, magic that no one else possesses. That is why the North does not preach the faith of the seven. They are the descendants of the first men and they follow the old gods of stream, forest and stone."

"y/n is right we are not Andals we merely rule them." Viserys agreed examining the various books, scrolls and parchments.

"This would make a lovely tapestry." Aemma said picking up a drawing of dragons dancing in the sky. "Perhaps the Red Keep would benefit from a little renovation."

"A marvellous idea, my love." Viserys said pressing a kiss to Aemma's hand. "This is extraordinary y/n. Father would have been very proud of you."

Gradually the Red Keep got rid of the emblem of the seven, replacing them with tapestries and statues depicting old Valyria, dragon lords and dragons. Many lord gathered at court to posses even a drop of knowledge of Old Valyria. The change didn't disturb the faith as the renovation have been done over a course of many years.

You smiled seeing the changes knowing that you were the one to influence them. Things however were not as happy as they could have been. Queen Aemma has lost four children in the span of three years, two pregnancies ended before her terms and two stillborn children. This time however the King was sure that the Queen will deliver a healthy son.

The tourney in honour of the heir inside the belly of Queen Aemma has begun. Many lords and ladies came to King's Landing to celebrate such a joyous ocassion. The dispute of the realm would vanish when the baby boy is born.

Not fond of tourneys y/n decided to visit Aemma. To her there was nothing the least bit enjoyable about men knocking each other off horses with long sticks. Such violence and bloodshed was redundant. 

The princess stopped at the tall doors of the Queen's chambers, two guards with solemn faces greeted the princess, announcing her presence.

"Your Grace." y/n walked in, curtseying before the Arryn. The princess raised her eyebrows once she saw of the condition Aemma was in. Pained expression, body and hair damp with sweat. 

"Oh, sweet y/n, how good of you to come." The Queen visibly brightened up seeing the princess. "Has the tourney begun?" 

"Not yet, but everyone is awaiting impatiently." She answered, sitting next to the Queen. 

"I must say, I fear of what will happen." Aemma sighed finding it easy to confide in her good sister. Despite being just ten and five she possessed an intellect rivalling her uncle Vaegon.

She enjoyed politics and history. Vaegon was not fond of children or anyone else for that matter but he made an exception for his niece. The two exchanged letters and the Archmaester lend her books from the citadel.

Princess y/n often whispered to her niece of politics, history, economics when it was needed. Being on the quieter side, y/n did not posses many friends. While being exceptionally smart she did not enjoy being at court, she did however enjoyed bards that sung the tales of her ancestors.

Beside Rhaenyra y/n was very fond of her brother Daemon as he was of her. He often gave her many gifts from his travels from valyrian steel jewerly to books and other trinkets. It was a common occurrence to see Vermithor and Caraxes together in the skies.

"As a mother you are prone to worry for your children, even the unborn ones.” y/n said, sensing the distressed state Aemma was in. Not wanting to deepen her fear of labour she tried to console the pregnant woman.

"It is the burden we posses as royal women, our duty is to produce heirs. We give the realm new princes and princesses." Aemma sighed sadly. "Soon enough you will be in my place." y/n smiled sadly, she knew that Aemma was right and yet she preferred to not think about the near future. 

Aemma thanked the princess and ushered her to join the celebrations her husband so desperately adored. y/n felt guilty for leaving the Queen alone, but nonetheless she obeyed leaving the chambers.

"Sweet y/n! You have finally graced us with your presence!" The king rejoiced, the princess bowed and took her seat on the left of Viserys.

"Unlike you brother I do not enjoy seeing men knocking each other off horses." y/n whispered and took her place on the left of the King. 

y/n engaged with the aristocracy, exchanging greeting and pleasantries with the lords and ladies in the royal balcony. Despite the happy aura of the day, she could not help the worry that bubbled in her gut. Turning to her brother she took him by the hand.

"Brother, I worry for Aemma." y/n said her eyes sad worry swimming in her red orbs. "She says she fears the labour, you have to ensure she will be safe." 

"Dear sister, Aemma will be fine. She will deliver a son and the realm will rejoice at their new heir." Viserys said confidently, he seemed to not worry for his wife's wellbeing as much as the sex of the baby that she might deliver.

y/n tugged at the skin's of her fingers in nervousness. The crowd grew larger and larger with each minute, the lords and ladies helped themselves to cake, wine and other delights. y/n refrained from eating, her stomach twisted in nervousness. 

From the corner of her eye she saw the hand Otto Hightower whisper something in Viserys's ear. His eyes visibly lit up, he made his way to the railing of the balcony.

"Queen Aemma has begun her labours!" Viserys shouted and the crowd erupted in applause. y/n glanced at Rhaenyra, a worried look painted on both of their faces. 

The announcer took everybody's attention, introducing today's tourney participants. Knights and sons of lord from all over the seven kingdoms joined the joust.

"Prince Daemon Targaryen!" The crowd erupted in applause; the dragon prince strode confidently on his white horse. The black dragon armor shone lightly in the sun. 

"May I ask for the favor of princess y/n?" Daemon asked, she rolled her eyes but smiled, nonetheless. She stood from her chair and retrieved her black and violet bouquet throwing it at the lance of her half-brother.

"Let my favour guide you in this challenge." y/n said loudly for the crowd to hear "I hope someone knocks you off your horse and humble you, my dear brother." y/n teased the prince and he gave her a sly look.

"Let us pray you do not hope to hard, my dear sister." Daemon said and trotted away on his horse. y/n turned around to see Otto whisper something once more to Viserys, his skin turned paler and his breath shallowed. 

Aemma

Quickly abandoning the joust, she quickly slipped away from the balcony and ran to Aemma's chambers. She could hear the Queen's screams from far away. Her heart ached to think of her mother figure in such agony. 

"Aemma!" y/n shouted and her blood run cold. The bed and the linen cloth were stained with scarlet blood. Aemma cried and wailed, her skin and hair sweaty.

"Your royal highness, I advise you to leave. This is no place for children." The maester Mellos said turning his attention away from the Queen.

"I care not for your advice Maester, I am here for the Queen." y/n said sternly and turned towards the contracting Aemma. "My sweet Queen I am here." She whispered

"y/n?" Aemma panted. "My sweet daughter..." 

The princesses eyes filled with tears, she held the hand of her sister enduring the pain just like Aemma. The doors burst open moments later, Viserys walked in. 

"Brother you must stop this!" y/n shouted

"Please get it out of me..." Aemma wailed and clung to the hand of her sister in law. She could smell the faint notes of milk of the poppy on the Queen. From the corner of her eye she could see her brother and the maester talking. Then two guards stepped towards y/n, she looked at her brother but saw fear in his eyes.

"Guards escort her royal highness to her chambers." Viserys whispered.

The two kings guards took her by the arms, she looked around confused. Her gaze landing on the knife in the maester's hand, the servant took Aemma by her legs and pulled her down. 

"NO!" y/n screamed "Viserys stop this!" She begun to trash in the guards hold. "It is not worth it!" 

"Viserys?" Aemma whispered "What is going on?" 

"They’re going to bring it out now... I love you, Aemma..." Viserys whispered and kissed his wife's sweaty brow.

"What..?" Aemma looked around scared "No... Viserys. I'm scared. Please." 

"Viserys!" y/n screamed her voice hoarse and raspy. The guards dragged her away from the scene. "Aemma!" 

Queen Aemma smiles at Viserys before fading away again. The maesters go to work in the king’s periphery. Aemma suddenly begins screaming in agony. Her body jerks as it is tugged, pulled and cut.

Viserys holds her hand to his cheek, sobbing. He tries to block out the noise, but Aemma’s pain spears through him.

Then, the Queen goes silent. Time passes in a vacuum. Until the faint wail of a newborn shatters the quiet. The king lifts his head to see the midwives wrapping the baby into swaddling.

...

The body of Aemma and little Baelon laid on the pyre wrapped in cloth. King Viserys choking on his own tears, unable to speak and think. Mourning the death of his wife and his son Baelon. 

Rhaenyra stands apart from him. Her eyes are red from crying, but there’s another emotion on her face...anger. Hand in hand with y/n, their expressions similar. The black dress on y/n’s body swayed delicately in the wind.  

"Ñurho valonqro paghyro jēdunna, lo tolijī kepa ñuha kirimvī rhēdos pendan?" Rhaneyra asked rhetorically tears escaping her reddened eyes. y/n squeezed her hand leaning onto the princess’s shoulder. (I wonder if, for those few hours my brother lived, my father finally found happiness.)

"Kepa aōha avy sīr ojūdo tubiro toliot jorrāelza." Daemon spoke boring holes into the Kings head. (Your father needs you more now than he ever has.)

"Trēsy dōrī kesan." Rhaenyra whispered and strode towards her golden steed. (I will never be a son)

"Kesā sagon tolmiot sȳrkta than mirre dārys" y/n whispered to Rhaenyra as she left. Daemon wrapped his arm around his siter bringing her into his embrace. Knowing that y/n saw the brutal scenes of Aemma’s labour, he felt sorry for the little princess. Gently caressing her silver locks. The two dragon rider’s stood in solemn silence watching Rhaenyra. (You will be far better than any king.)

"Dracarys, Syrax!" Syrax opens her maw and expels a column of dragonfire, which sets alight both the biers. Queen Aemma and Prince Baelon are consumed by the flame. Twin columns of black smoke, bent by a strong morning wind, rise from the twin funeral pyres as mother and child burn. 

...

The two princesses dreseed in black mourning attire laid in Rhaenyra’s chambers. Their hands intertwined, tears falling onto the bed. 

“Aemma was a good woman.” y/n whispered caressing the silver haired girl’s cheek, she leaned into the warm touch.

“She was… I know she saw you as a daughter.” Rhaenyra whispered her voice hoarse from crying. “And I hope you know that I see you as my sister, the one I never had.” The red-eyed princess sobbed hugging the motherless child. 

“She loved you deeply.” y/n whispered.

...

She wanted to scream, cry and rage. She held her emotions back, seeing the state her brother was in. She sighed and walked towards his grace in the small council chamber. Putting her palm on Viserys's shoulder.

"y/n?" Viserys asked, his voice tired and sad.

"Yes dear brother." She answered. "I come to ask how you feel." Tears escaped the king's eyes, he banged his fists on the table. 

"The council is pressuring me to name an heir and re-marry. As if my son and wife didn't just die!" He cried angrily. y/n sat in silence helping her brother mourn the loss of his family, placing her palm on his back offering some comfort.

"What should I do?" He asked defeated, glancing at his sister. Silence befallen the two siblings.

"Put your trust in Rhaenyra. Name her heir like you always desired." y/n whispered.

Viserys nodded solemnly, standing from his chair he hugged the young princess. She sadly smiled caressing his back.

...

y/n found Daemon in his chambers, the man dressed in a linen shirt and leather pants sat comfortably before the fireplace, a goblet of red in his hand. She stormed to her brother and took the cup from his hand slamming it on the table next to her. The rogue prince raised an eyebrow, glancing at the red-eyed girl.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence, dear sist-” Daemon spoke, his voice laced with sarcasm. Not being able to control her anger she slapped the prince on his cheek ending his words.

“Issi ao hen hen aōha ribazma!” She shouted, the prince took off guard by the unusual behavior displayed by his siter. He palmed the red spot growing on his cheek. “Skorkydoso could vestrā bona!” (Are you out of your mind!/ How could you say that!)

“Ivestragon skoros?” Daemon asked feigning cluelessness. (Say what?)

“Gaomagon daor tymagon doru-borto lēda nyke, Daemon!” She accused standing over her brother. Her hands squeezed in fists that she barely held back. The princess sighed and took a seat next to her half-brother. (Do not play dumb with me) 

“How could you say such a thing. You should be offering Rhaenyra or Viserys comfort! Not celebrating the death of your nephew!” y/n said, bitter tears ecaped her green orbs. Daemon finally looked ashamed; his gaze lowered onto the crackling fire. “Well… say something!” But the prince stayed silent.

“You should beg Viserys for forgiveness on your knees. He could have your head for this.” y/n whispered.

“He has no spine for that.” Daemon mused, breaking his streak of silence. 

“Perhaps he does not. His patience with you however runs thin...” y/n whispered glancing at the silver haired man. 

“He always wanted to get rid of me. Sending me away to that bronze bitch, the city watch anywhere by near him.” He spoke words laced with venom. 

“You have not given him any reason to put you by his side!” The princess said raising her delicate voice. “I know you want to protect him, but this is no way of showing it.”

“If it is his wish to exile me from court then go ahead. I hold no sympathy or love for these pompous nobles, you know that.” Daemon countered.

“I do not want you to leave especially in exhile.” y/n whispered. “You should be here by your family’s side, by my side.” 

Daemon stared at his sister the flames of the fire illuminating her Valyrian features. He stood up from his seat and stepped towards the silver haired girl, he sighed and kneeled before her. His violet eyes staring into her red ones. 

“I do not want to leave you, you know that.” Daemon whispered the princess stayed silent. The prince placed his head in the lap of his half-sister, he could feel as her fingers threaded through his straight silver locks. “You should come with me.” He could feel as y/n stopped her fingers.

“I will not leave Rhaenyra.” Her voice stern, moving her brother’s head she stood from her seat, eyes filled with anger and resentment stared at the mighty prince. Without a word she left, the prince on his knees stared at the retreating form of the princess.

...

Princess Rhaenyra dressed in the red and black of the House of the Dragon stands at the foot of the Iron Throne. The throne room is packed with lords, ladies and knights from every corner of the realm. The mood is one of celebration. King Viserys crowned and dressed in the ceremonial armor of his house and with the Targaryen ancestral sword Blackfyre sheathed at his hip, sits upon the Iron Throne. y/n stands next to the King, her own gown in the colours of Targaryen's. The lords of the realm gather one after the other. Lord Corlys Velaryon kneels first, glancing at the royal family.

"Corlys of House Velaryon, Lord of the Tides and Master of Driftmark." Grand maester Mellos announced. 

"I, Corlys Velaryon, Lord of Driftmark, promise to be faithful to King Viserys and his named heir, the Princess Rhaenyra. I pledge fealty to them and shall defend them against all enemies in good faith and without deceit. I swear this by the old gods and the new." 

y/n looked from above, the crowd's gaze was focused on Rhaenyra, now heir to the iron throne. She glanced at the princess and smiled deeply at her niece. Observing the realm bow at her feet and promise loyalty to her as heir.

The high septon lays a golden collar around Rhaenyra’s shoulders, King Viserys addresses his lords and subjects.

"I, Viserys Targaryen, first of his name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm do hereby name Rhaenyra Targaryen the Princess of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne."

The three and ten year old princess looks out across the lords of the realm that she will be responsible for holding together. A proud smile etched on her feauters, welcoming her new future.

y/n stared solemnly at Viserys, knowing the dispute that happened between him and Daemon urged him to name Rhaenyra heir. She knew that her niece will face have to face many hardships as the only female heir to the iron throne. Knowing that she decided to become her protector help her in any way she was able to cement her status as the rightful future Queen. With that the princess begun her works at court. Servants, knights, septas and many nobles have fallen into her grasp. She spinned the web of spies and informants throughout the seven kingdoms. 

Princess Rhaenyra was named princess of Dragonstone at only five and ten, as her father’s only child the nobility quickly accepted the heir. Many speculated that naming the princess heir was the doing of her aunt y/n Targaryen. It was known that the princess held much influence at court as her brother’s secret advisor. With her influence she worked for the good of the people, improving the crown’s reputation. The nobles as well as the smallfolk admired and loved the princess for her kidness and generosity. – From the dragon bringer by the feather and quill of Grand Maester Roland.