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Daughter of Tyraxes

Goddess of Peace, Wisdom, Strategy, and Reason

The Eyrie was absolutely beautiful, pale white stone gleaming in the light of the moonlight. The Keep rests at the very top of a mountain, making it difficult to reach, but making it seem ethereal in a way. From every room within the Eyrie has a stunning view, with every window giving them the view of the sky, nearby mountains, or the nearby cities.

Queen Alicent Hightower despised it. Hated the Eyrie, hated the cold mountain air, hated the views, hated the servents, and Lords and Ladies of the Vale. Every look she recieved, instead of being in awe of her piousness, grace, and beauty, they looked upon her in contempt, viewing her as a replacement of the Late Queen Aemma Arryn.

They seemed to forget that the Queen was a failure, having only given the King a singular daughter while she had given him two sons and a daughter. Yet she was punished, forced to watch as his whore of a daughter flaunted her position as heir, carrying around her bastard, alongside her swordswallowing husband.

She had given him a son, the son he had killed Aemma Arryn for, and yet he was not given the title he deserved. The title of Heir that was his right as a firstborn son. It was unfair to her and her sons! Shoved to the side as he doted endlessly upon his daughter and grandson, especially now that she was pregnant again.

The whore had barely waited six months before announcing she was pregnant again, and now at nearing 9 months she had packed up the entire household to visit her mothers home. And of course, the King had done whatever she asked of him.

So now she was sitting in this too small room with seven of her ladies in waiting embroidering a new pillow, listening to the chatter.

"Did you see what the Princess was wearing?" Cassandra Baratheon asked, leaning forward eagerly. As the youngest lady, at only 10-and-1, she loved to gossip and often heard the most scandalous gossip since she was ignored on account of her age and gender.

"Northern rags," Lady Maria Redwyne sneered, rocking slowly in her chair. As Queen Alicents Aunt, sister of her mother, she held seniority within the seven ladies. "They make her look the savage she is."

"Not that these people see it that way. Have you seen how they treat her? It's as if she is already Queen," Celia Lannister stated, shaking her head. The cousin of Jason and Tyland Lannister she was just as vain and proud, forming a deep dislike for Princess Rhaenyra and her ladies.

"If only the King would see reason," Lady Leyla Brackens murmured. "A woman ruling over the Kingdoms? We'd go bankrupt in months with all her fancies and expensive taste."

"She'd probably offend everyone she talked to," Ceryse Hightower chirped, gigling with Cassandra. As the two youngest, with Ceryse being 10-and-2, they had formed a close bond of friendship.

"The men at her feet would probably ignore her actions just to continue laying in her bed," Lady Mari Ambrose scoffed, sneering. Lady Leyla and Lady Maria nodded as the two youngest giggled.

"Hush girls," Lady Anya Peake barked, severe brown eyes sharp. "If anyone were to hear your words on the Princess our heads would roll. Have your parents not taught you to whisper?"

The oldest of her ladies, Lady Anya was second only to Lady Maria, for she was Queen Alicents paternal great-Aunt. A severe, pious woman, she was normally the one to escort Alicent to the Sept to pray.

"Unfortunately my husband is besotted by his daughter, unable to see any flaws she has. This extends to both her husband, and son, as I'm sure you've seen," Queen Alicent added, sadly. "Our own children are neglected by him, and so often does he refer to the Princess as his only daughter. My heart aches for my dear Halaena."

Her ladies murmured agreements, and hopes that Halaena did not feel left out. While her words were true, she did not truly wish for him to spend time with her children because he'd share the Targaryens queer customs with them.

"One day the King will see reason," Lady Maria swore, eyes darkening. If he didn't they all knew what would happen.

War.

Lady Annara Celtigar, Lady Amanda Arryn, and Lady Sara Snow watched over Crown Prince Jacaerys as he sat beside Vermithors snout, playing with his wooden figures. A group of five Dragonkeepers stood nearby, just in case.

"I never thought I'd see a dragon acting as a babysitter," Lady Annara giggled, earning a snort from Lady Sara.

"A dragons connection to their rider is something we will never understand. The closest we have ever come is when we bonded with Griffens, or Direwolves," Lady Amanda stated wisely. Both girls, barely 10-and-6, watched her in shock and awe before realizing the significance.

Silence fell before Lady Sara muttered, "He really does look like a babysitter."

Lady Annara burst into a fit of giggles, cutting herself off when Vermithor huffed out smoke, orange-yellow eye focusing on her.

"I feel like I'm being told to shut up," Lady Annora whispered, trembling as the Dragons gaze returned to his rider. Jacaerys, with no fear, smacked his dragons snout.

"Bad. Good lady," Jacaerys called, glaring at the dragon in defense of his favorite Lady-in-Waiting. Lady Amanda and Lady Annara both cooed at his sweetness as Lady Sara smiled affectionately.

The little prince had won their hearts near instantly after his birth. While several of Rhaenyra's Ladies-and-Maids-in-Waiting had come after her historic birth, they had all fallen for the sweet little prince and they were excited for the Crown Princess' next child.

"Such a sweet boy. He will be a wonderful King when it is time," Lady Annara said.

"Unfortunately, his personality is not set in stone, Annora. It will be up to his mother, father, and us to make sure he and all of his future siblings are raised well," Lady Amanda corrected.

"Prince Laenor and Princess Rhaenyra were talking of when it would be considered appropriate to begin having lessons to be a knight," Lady Sara commented, brow furrowing a little.

"What else did they mention?" Lady Annara questioned, vivid blue eyes sharp as she lowered her voice.

"They decided that once he turned 4 he would begin watching the Knights practicing before being allowed to train at 5, and squiring would begin upon his 8th nameday," Lady Sara stated, glancing around to check for servents or others. Fortunately, few would dare come when Vermithor was there, so they had complete privacy. "Princess Rhaenyra mentioned sending him to the Wall for a time so he may be a true knight that has not just seen tourneys and jousts."

"That would be a smart play," Lady Amanda agreed, nodding. "It would strengthen his ties to the North, and show them that a good King will sit the Iron Throne."

"Allies could be made as well, but . . ." Lady Annara hesitated. "Those that take the black are often criminals, would he be safe there?"

"I doubt they would send him without Vermithor. Besides, by that time he will be fully knighted," Lady Sara corrected.

"Good. Did anyone else think that Princess Rhaenyra seemed quite confident that it was a girl?"

"Confident enough to create a contract that would make her heir of the Vale," Lady Amanda said. Neither were surprised. "While the Vale is behind the Princess, this will give them something to hold. A Princess of their own, who will one day care for them as Princess Rhaenyra does."

They understood what the older woman truly meant. When King Viserys died there would be war, and having the Vale and the North securely behind Princess Rhaenyra and her children would tilt the scales in their favour.

Lady Jeyne Arryn stood at the balconey doors of Crown Princess Rhaenyra's quarters, cradling the newest Princess in her arms. Smiling down at the babe, she could not help but see the similarity in the babes face to Princess Daella's face from the portraits her Grandfather had commisioned that were found in several halls of the Eyrie.

"She's beautiful, your majesty," Lady Jeyne murmured, completely captivated. Crown Princess Rhaenyra smiled, leaning back against the headboard as her husband, Prince Laenor, carefully wiped her forehead of sweat with a cooled rag.

"Please, Lady Jeyne, we are cousins. You have my permission to call me Rhaenyra."

"Then you have mine to call me Jeyne, Rhaenyra."

Both women shared gentle smiles.

"Thank you, Rhaenyra. You have given me the Heir I have been so worried of giving," Lady Jeyne admitted sadly.

"If I am to understand it, the boy you would have been forced to name as heir is Arnold Arryn's son?" Prince Laenor asked, leaning forward.

"His nephew, through his sisters marriage to Jackson Redfort, my Lady Jessamyne's elder brother. As the second son of a second wife he has been raised modestly these past 4 years, but we shall see what kind of man he will grow into," Lady Jeyne stated, glancing towards the bedroom door. While she despised Arnolds Line, the boy was innnocent, as was his mother.

"And if he turns out like his Uncle?" Princess Rhaenyra asked, wincing as she shifted in the bed.

"Then your daughter will be free to pick any Valeman she wishes, as long as they understand that her children will take the name Arryn."

"Good."

"May I ask what you plan to name her?" Lady Jeyne asked.

"Ah yes, our apologies," Prince Laenor said, offering an awkward grin. "We have decided upon the name Alyssa, both for Alyssa Velaryon and Alyssa Targaryen as well as Alyssane Targaryen."

"A strong, beautiful name," Lady Jeyne agreed smiling down at little Alyssa. "Mo oidhre." The Old Language of the Vale flowed effortlessly from her tongue, making Alyssa coo in delight.

In the moonlight her red-gold hair shone softly, reminding Jeyne of spun gold in sunlight, where it glowed red. The soft curls covered her entire head, nearly hiding her beautiful blue-purple eyes.

"Cosúil leis an spéir roimh titim na hoíche." (Like the sky before nightfall.)

"When I have recovered, I wish to announce her to the Vale if possible."

"Of course. The Vale will know of my heir, of your daughter, Rhaenyra."

Three days had passed since Lady Jeyne Arryn had first held her heir, since Crown Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen had given birth but no one outside of the two, Prince Laenor Velaryon, and Crown Prince Jacaerys Targaryen knew of her name, so a feast was thrown.

Queen Alicent wore a velvet green dress with golden leaves sewed into the sleeves and skirts. The design of the dress was beautiful, but the itchy fabrics it was made of made it look less so. All three of her children originally accompanied her, but Princess Halaena cried starting Prince Aemond off so the two had to be taken back to the nursury.

Prince Aemond wore a doublet of the same itchy material, shown by how he constantly tugged at it and tried to take it off. His caretaker was struggling to keep him dressed, much to Queen Alicent's irritation but there was nothing she could do.

Lady Jeyne Arryn stood before them all, with King Viserys, Crown Princess Rhaenyra, and Prince Laenor at her sides. She wore a beautiful dress of blue and white, with fabric forming 'wings' that connected to her wrist using silver bracelets.

King Viserys and his daughter wore red and black, while Prince Laenor wore blue, green, and gold complememtimg each other quite nicely.

Much to her distaste, Queen Alicent had not been allowed up onto the dais where the Moonwood Throne sat.

"After hours of hardship, my daughter gave birth to her own daughter, another Princess for House Targaryen and House Velaryon," King Viserys announced.

Rhaenyra stepped forward with her husband, hand resting in the crook of his arm, "My daughter came when the moon had risen to its peak, and just as my eldest son was, she has been marked by the gods. I have been blessed, both in birth and in life, for this opportunity."

"For years you have all worried who would take the Lordship of the Vale, of the Arryns, upon my death," Lady Jeyne stated, bringing everyones attention to her. Queen Alicents heart dropped. "Through my grandfathers second wife, Princess Daella, and my aunt, the late Queen Aemma Arryn, I am cousin to Crown Princess Rhaenyra as she is mine. Through her, her daughter holds the blood of Arryns, so I have made my decision."

With a nod, Crown Princess Rhaenyra carefully placed her daughter in her cousins arms.

"Princess Alyssa Velaryon, shall take the name Arryn upon reaching her 6-and-10 nameday, where henceforth she shall reside here in the Vale. Upon her 7-and-10 nameday she shall marry Theodore Redfort who is an Arryn through his mother to strengthen my bloodline. Her children shall inherit the name Arryn. As such, I introduce you to Princess Alyssa Velaryon, Heiress to House Arryn, and Heir to the Vale!"

The crowd of Valeman erupted into cheers that seemed to shake the halls of the Eyrie until a roar truly shook the keep. Silence fell as everyone turned their gazes to the dais.

"Sil'wing wan' her rider," Crown Prince Jacaerys announced, pronouncing some of his words wrong but getting his point across.

"Then she will recieve her rider," Princess Rhaenyra stated, taking her daughter back into her arms. The enfire crowd followed the princess to the courtyard where the she-dragon had landed. The same place where Ronnel Arryn had taken his first flight upon the dragon, Vhagar.

Silverwing seemed to glimmer in the light of the setting sun, and many thought, upon seeing the she-dragon, that she would be a perfect match for the Princess of the Vale.

Lowering her head she crooned to her rider, earning a delighted burble.

And so Princess Rhaenyra took her daughter upon the dragoneses back and took to the skies as the Greens watches in anger and the Blacks watched on in awe and delight.

Princess Alyssa of House Velaryon, Third of Her Name, Heiress to House Arryn, Heir to the Vale, The Moonborn, Daughter of the Vale, She-Dragon of the Vale, She-Who-Was-Born-In-The-Night, the Peaceful, the Diligent, the Strategist, the Falcon of House Targaryen, rider of Silverwing, the Silver Queen, the Beautiful, the Pearl, the Protector of the Vale, had been born.

Son of Arrax

King of the Gods, God of Justice, Law, Order, and Governance.

Queen Alicent Hightower stood at the balconey of her apartments – the lavishly furnished Queens Apartments – eyes unfocused as she looked down towards Aemma's Garden, only recently finished by the wrokers sent by Lord Tyrell as a gift to the pregnant Crown Princess. From where she stood she could smell all the different flowers that lined the beautiful garden and surrounded a pavillion carved from the same white stone the Eyrie was made of.

She waited impatiently for news of Princess Rhaenyra's labors, praying to the Seven that she would have a girl, furthering Prince Aegons claim. The skin around her nails was torn to shreds with drops of blood falling to the stone beneath her feet, but she hardly noticed.

Surely King Viserys Targaryen, her husband and Princess Rhaenyra's father, would finally see the craven whore his daughter was after she birthed the bastard of Ser Harwin Strong. He had allowed her to run rampant, giving in to every whim and wish she had. Why just recently he had given her the Heir's apartments! Only slightly smaller than the Kings own apartments and far larger than her own, which was just disrespectful to her, the Queen! Princess Rhaenyra and her heathen husband now had an entire floor within Maegor's Holdfast to themselves and their 'household', while she only had a single corridor filled with rooms!

Aegon deserved to have the Heirs Apartments as the Kings Firstborn, not the Royal Whore of the Red Keep and her Sword-Swallowing husband!

But no matter how many people she told the truth, those who adored Rhaenyra gave her everything. Her Uncle, Prince Daemon the Whoremonger himself sent ships of men, servants, healers, and midwives, an entire household of those he had personally vetted as the letter that had accompanied them had boasted. Alongside those ships were those filled with jewels, cloth of all kinds from Essos, Pentos, and the Free Cities, toys for the babe, furniture of all kinds for Princess Rhaenyra's new Apartments all sent by Lady Laena, Prince Daemons wife.

Lord Corlys was much the same, sending for the most exotic fruits, vegetables, seafood, and meat his money could buy. King Viserys had not only gifted her the Heir's Apartments but everything the Late Queen Aemma had owned from dresses to jewels, leaving her, the true Queen who had done her duty, to buy new ones after all of hers had been taken. It was humiliating to have to buy an entire chest of jewelry!

Lady Jeyne Arryn had also sent gifts, including the stone for the pavilion, such as old items that belonged to Princess Daella Targaryen and Queen Aemma Arryn. She even sent objects that had once belonged to her grandfather, Rodrick Arryn, much to the shock of everyone.

The entirety of the North had sent her gifts as well, from furs to men, simply out of loyalty and of course the Tyrells had built the princess a garden that was then named after her mother, planting four Weirwood trees in the corners of the garden much to her displeasure.

Fortunately Princess Rhaenys seemed to realize that the child was a bastard and the Baratheons had followed her lead in not interacting with the couple outside of what was deemed respectable. She was oft seen conversing with her son, conversations that ended with him storming away in fury, after the Princess likely tried to convince him of his wifes sins. But the poor man was besotted. No man had ever doted over their wife the way Prince Laenor did.

A quiet knock pulled the Queen from her musings. The door opened allowing Ser Criston Cole, her loyal guard to poke his head inside, "It is Tayla. She says she was sent with word of the Princess' labors."

"Let her in, Ser Criston. I wish to hear the happy news," Queen Alicent stated, tucking her hands behind her back.

"Of course, Your Majesty."

Tayla hurried inside waiting for the door to close before speaking. "The Crown Princess has given birth to a boy, Your Grace."

Queen Alicent scowled for only a moment before smoothing her features back out. "Do you know how the Princess fares? Does she suffer the same as her mother, the late Queen, did? And the boy, tell me of his looks? Who does he resemble more, his mother, his father, a relative perhaps?"

"The Crown Princess is well, already up and moving from what I saw, Your Majesty. She refused the wetnurse the King offered, told everyone within that she would not let her son be fed by a stranger when she was right there with milk to spare," Tayla smiled at the memory of the Crown Princess. "And Crown Prince Jacaerys Targaryen is beautiful, My Queen. A perfect mix of his mother and father."

The smile fell from Queen Alicents lips, "What? What do you mean?!"

"The babe had the hair color of his mother but its curlier, I believe. And his eyes are from her too, but his skin color is more like his fathers. I was not close enough to see his facial features but I could hear Lord Velaryon and the King celebrating him."

Queen Alicent stared at the servent silently before commanding, "Take me to them. Now. I wish to meet the newest member of the Velaryon family." She made sure to emphasize the name Velaryon, believing the maid had mispoken but she did not correct her self.

"Of course, your Majesty. The Crown Princess has been taken back to her Apartments in order to rest." Tayla turned to lead the Queen to the Heir's Apartments as Ser Criston Cole fell into step behind her, white armor gleaming as his cloak fluttered dramatically.

The walk was considerably shorter than Queen Alicent expected but that did not make it anymore pleasant. The walls of the entire third floor of the Holdfast had Valyrian Tapestries depicting family members and their respective dragons, starting with Daenys the Dreamer. There were even Velaryon tapestries hung up, pictures of sea creatures of myths and legends that made Queen Alicent shudder.

The halls were lit with dragonglass latterns that threw beautiful patterns along the walls. The group of three passed by several members of Princess Rhaenyra's Household, including Lady Sara Snow, Lady Annara Celtigar, and Lady Mara Karstark.

The large black wood door at the end of the hallway had Syrax, the Princess' dragon carved into the wood and filled with gold, the large green emerald eye acting as the handle. Standing outside was Ser Harrold Westerling and Ser Arryk Cargyll, the Kings guard for the day, Ser Harwin Strong and Ser Erryk Cargyll, the Princess' Guard, as well as six other guards, Velaryon and Arryn based upon their armor were posted in the hallway.

Ser Strong opened the door, calling into the room, "Queen Consort Alicent of House Hightower." He stepped out of the way, eyeing Ser Cole, who was smirking haughtily.

They knew his secret.

Sweeping inside, Queen Alicent found Princess Rhaenyra resting upon a beautiful, cushioned chaise, her youngest lady, Lady Sera Dondarrion, working oils through her long, golden-white hair.

"Ahh, my dear Queen!" King Viserys called, sat upon an armchair with his grandson cradled within his arms. "You will be most delighted to see what the Gods have gifted my dear grandson!"

Her smile nearly fell, but she quickly plastered it back in place, "A gift from the Seven-Who-Are-One? I would be delighted, husband."

"Come, come," King Viserys said, using his head to gesture her over. Coming to stand at his side, purposefully displacing Lord Corlys, who ignored her to focus on his grandson, she looked down, fully expecting a carbon copy of Ser Harwin Strong, no matter the reports of Tayla.

Instead soft, thick, curly golden-white hair formed a halo upon his head, the sunlight that streamed through the window giving it a soft glow. Purple eyes, the same as Rhaenyra's down to the color and placement of the darker black specks, stared back at her though she noticed a strange sheen to them, seemingly giving them a golden tint when the sunlight them. Dark skin, though a few shades lighter than Prince Laenors or Lord Corlys', though it was likely that it would darken if he became a sailor like his grandfather and father.

"Look," Viserys murmured, lightly brushing back the curls piled onto his tiny forehead. In white lines upon his forehead, etched into his skin, was a crown with a strange rune in the very center.

"It means 'King'," Lord Corlys stated, smiling widely. "Its an Old Language, shared by the First Men, Valyrians, and Ghiscari. The last time I saw anything like it was while I was visiting Old Ghis."

Laenor rolled his eyes as the two dads shared a laugh, while the babe cooed, turning his attention to his father.

"Does he have a name?" Alicent asked, voice tense. A glance to Rhaenyra told her that she could hear the tone change and was amused by it.

"Prince Jacaerys Targaryen, First of His Name, and Heir to me, the Heir to the Irone Throne and Heiress to House Targaryen. Tonight we plan to announce him to all the Great Houses," Princess Rhaenyra stated, smile softening as she looked to her babe.

"I congratulate you, Princess. Your Mother must be looking down upon you in happiness for your success, from the Strangers Embrace," Queen Alicent said, trying to hide a sharp smirk as Rhaenyra's gaze flashed.

"Lady Helaena, your dearest Mother, one of my own dear mothers companion must be looking upon me favorably as well. It is a shame she left so young, but she lives on in the paintings you or your father must have. At least I can look upon the mirror and see my mother at times, but you, my lady, are the perfect imitation of your father," Rhaenyra grinned, teeth sharp and poised at the throat. Alicent nearly gaped at Rhaenyra, shocked by the low blow. The Princess knew she had no paintings of her mother because they were too expensive for a second son to afford.

"Thank you," Queen Alicent barely hid a snarl with a false smile. "My husband, I fear I must return to mine own chambers to ready myself for the feast tonight."

She pressed a kiss to his cheek to hide the hatred and anger she yearned to let them see.

"Of course, my dear. I shall see you tonight then." The king was far more focused on the babe than he was his wife, not even registering the kiss on his cheek.

Queen Alicent stalked outside, Ser Cristin quickly falling into step with one last look towards Ser Harwin.

How could Rhaenyra have said something so cruel! Her father was right. This was no longer her friend but her enemy. Aegon would take his rightful place upon the Throne. Viserys would eventually have to see the truth, that his daughter was unfut to rule, that women were unfit to be in places of such power.

From now on she had to begin finding allies for herself, especially now that her father was no longer the Kings trusted Hand and advisor. Her first act would have to be discrediting the rumors that were sure to appear once people saw the birthmark upon Prince Jacaerys' forehead.

Nearly flinging her door open she ordered the servent within to find her best green dress. The maid bowed and scurried into the adjacent chamber to find one while other servents were called to bath her.

For two hours she allowed herself to be pampered, both in the bath and outside it, before allowing the servents to carefully lace up the beautiful generald green dress with tight sleeves, a high neckline, and beautiful green detailing around the bust and waist, emphasizing her small figure. After Aemond she had easily dropped the added pregnancy weught, something she doubted Rhaenyra would be able to do.

Queen Aemma had always looked swelled, or unhealthy and it wouldn't surprise her if Rhaenyra was the same.

Crown Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen smiled as Cylia and Morgana Strong carefully aided her towards her bathing chamber, where a steaming bath awaited. Maester Mellos, who the King had allowed in after Queen Alicents departure, had tried to insist that a hot bath was unhealthy but the healer had disregarded that. Apparently the woman had helped Saera Targaryen give birth several times and the older woman always felt better after a steaming bath. It was a Targaryen thing, she said.

Rhaenyra could see the different herbs one of the other healers had added and could not help but ask, "What kind of herbs are in here?" She sank into the water with a near moan, muscles relaxing.

"Yarrow to reduce swelling, lemon balm to keep fevers and sickness at bay, and witch hazel to help the healing process," Healer Ana answered, carrying over a cup of tea. "Your grace, I suggest drinking nettle tea for the next three days in order to quicken the healing process. It shall also aid in milk production to make your son grow quicker and healthier."

Nodding, Rhaenyra took the tea, relieved at the warmth that slid down her throat. Luckily it had been sweetened by honey and the slightest bit of milk so she could ignore the bitter tasting liquid easier. "Thank you."

"Of course."

She was happy to note that Healer Ana had remembered her decision to breastfeed Jacaerys herself, rather than passing him off to a wet nurse as most did. Her and Laenor had agreed that they could not trust anyone, so it would be safer, and seemingly healthier according to the midwives, for him to feed from her.

For a good hour she soaked, drinking several cups of tea during the time, as Morgana and Cylia painted her nails a beautiful dark red, a very expensive shade her goodsister had sent her. Once the water had cooled, she was dried and dressed in a plain towel so Sera could braid her hair in a simple crown.

The dress she chose was black with red and gold trim, long draping sleeves filled with soft fur, made in the Northern style. It had been a gift from Lord Rickon Stark and his young son, Cregan Stark, and one she quite adored. Pulling it on, she admired the softness as she swept out of her dressing room, finding all three men still cooing over little Jacaerys.

"Father, Goodfather, I believe you the feast will be beginning in an hour," Rhaenyra said, smiling at the slight panic both men obviously felt.

"Ahh, you're right, my dear," Viserys pressed a kiss against her cheek as his eldest gently took Jacaerys. "I shall see you tonight for the feast."

"As will I. You did well, my son," Lord Corlys stated, clapping Laenor on the shoulder. He gave his father a strained smile, escorting the two from her Apartments, before nearly slumping against the door.

"I can not believe him sometimes. Did you see his face when we introduced Jacaerys?!"

"Did you see the Queens? She looked as if she sucked a lemon when she saw our little boy."

Laenor laughed, vividly remembering the shocked look upon her face, as well as the look on her face when she saw his marking.

"I must admit, I was surprised by the marking as well. I know Arrax told us he would lay claim upon his . . . our? . . . son, but I did not realize it would be so visible," Laenor admitted, lightly brushing his fingers over Jacaerys' forehead, smiling at the quiet coo.

"It is a boon either way. The servents, healers, and midwives that were present during the birth will gossip, and after tonight, when all the Lords and Ladies we invited see it they will know that Jacaerys is my rightful heir. The Greens will see that he is no bastard, that he is more Valyrian than the Queens half-breed children."

Laenor grinned, pressing a kiss against her cheek. "I love when you get all viscious. Unfortunate that I must depart from my beautiful lady wife and handsome little boy to dress myself for tonight's feast." He pressed another kiss to her lips to further seal the act, having noticed Sera emerge from her dressing room, before taking his leave.

The Great Hall was beautifully decorated with tables made of oak holding dragonglass vases filled with flowers, red, black, sea-green, and silver silks across the tables. Every seat was filled, with every Great House having arrived within the last two weeks and several smaller Houses having been invited as well.

House Hightower, House Redwyne, House Lannister, and House Bracken all wore green, whether it was a dress, jewelry, or a doublet. Everyone else within the hall wore black alongside their House colors, filling the hall with an array of colors.

House Targaryen and House Velaryon sat at the largest long table situated at the front of the hall, with nearly all of them in attendance. Princess Rhaenys, who had yet to be introduced to her grandson, had a pinched look upon her face, much to Ser Otto Hightowers delight.

It was very obvious to everyone that she thought, knew, that Prince Laenor and Crown Princess Rhaenyra's newbirn son was a bastard, likely begotten by Ser Harwin Strong.

The doors swung open, "Announcing Crown Princess Rhaenyra of House Targaryen, Heir to the Iron Throne, Heiress to the House of Targaryen, Future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, and her husband, Prince Laenor Velaryon, Heir to Driftmark, High Tide, and to the House of Velaryon, Future King Consort to Crown Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen."

The announcer did not give the name of the babe swaddled in Prince Laenors arms, giving the Royal Family that opportunity to officially announce him and his titles.

"My dearest daughter," King Viserys called, standing from his seat at the head of the table. "Lords and Ladies of the Realm, I must say today is a glorious day for the combined Targaryen-Velaryon. My heir has had her own heir and secured her lineage."

"Thank you, father. Thank you, Lords and Ladies, for traveling so far to be here with us on this joyous occasion. While I am before you tonight I wish to address the rumors about the birth of my son," Crown Princess Rhaenyra stated, holding herself with grace. Prince Laenor eyed the Hightowers who were all sharing small sneers with each other.

"Yesterday afternoon my wife began her labors within the Throne Room, before giving birth to my son early this morning in the shadow of the Iron Throne," Prince Laenor announced, fighting back a smirk when the sneers dropped and everyone one began whispering.

"Now, I would like to introduce our son. Crown Prince Jacaerys Targaryen, Heir to the Heiress of House Targaryen, and Heir to the Heir of the Iron Throne, Future King of the Seven Kingdoms!"

The Blacks cheered for their future Queen and King as Crown Princess Rhaenyra tilted her son towards the crowd, showing them his curly golden-whitr hair and dark skin.

"Now please, feast! Celebrate!" Laenor shouted, earning even louder cheers as the two rounded the table to sit down.

"Laenor," Rhaenys murmured, purple eyes boring into her gooddaughters head. "Princess Rhaenyra."

"Mother," Laenor greeted coldly, not even deigning to look at his mother. She glared at her son, making to speak before Corlys cut her off.

"Rhaenys," Corlys began, keeping his voice low. "Just hold the boy for a moment."

"I refuse."

Laenors muscles locked in place, grey-purple ryes flashing with fire. Rhaenyra knew that if they had been closer to the Dragon Pit they'd be able to hear Seasmokes roars of fury.

"Then I believe its high time you return to Driftmark, Princess Rhaenys," Laenor snarled, viciously stabbing a clam upon his plate. "I will not have my son mocked, I will not let you give the Greens fuel to attack my wife and son. So if you are going to act like a petty child than I do not desire to have your company during this celebration, nor does my wife or son."

Rhaenys and Corlys both gaped at their son as Rhaenyra smiled, placing a hand on the crook of his arm and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "I thank you, husband mine."

"Laenor . . ." Rhaenys hesitated when she saw the look in her sons eyes. "Fine. Let me see the babe."

Rhaenyra was reluctant to pass over her son to the woman who had been the source of several of their problems recently but she did. Jacaerys settled in his grandmothers arms, only opening his arms once he was comfortable.

Staring down at the babe that looked so similar to Laenor as a babe, Rhaenys could not help the wave of guilt that flowed through her. "Laenor, Rhaenyra, I–"

The deep gutteral bellow of a dragon made the castle shake, scaring the guests within the hall. Wives reached for husbands as men reached for blades, looking around wildly.

"That . . . Is that not Vermithor?" Corlys questioned, standing from his seat. King Viserys sought to calm the people but another riar from the Bronze Fury only stirred them up more.

Jacaerys cooed, purple eyes gleaning as he was taken back into his mothers arms. Looking down Rhaenyra found the same love she felt for Syrax, the same she saw reflected in Laenors eyes whenever he saw or spoke of Seasmoke, and she knew.

"SILENCE!" Laenor commanded, having recognized what was happening as well. "Vermithor is not here to attack, but to claim his rider."

Crown Princess Rhaenyra swept from the Great Hall, heading towards the courtyard that Vermithor would have to land in if he wished to fit.

The Bronze Fury was stunning with scales of beaten bronze and copper, red-bronze spikes around his narrow face and along his spine seemed to shine in the light of the setting sun.

Hundreds of people, nobility and smallfolk alike, were witness to Vermithor meeting Crown Prince Jacaerys Targaryen before allowing Prince Laenor and his rider upon his back for a flight around King's Landing. There was no possible way for Otto to manipulate the circumstances to better serve him. Everyone would know what had happened that day.

Crown Prince Jacaerys of House Targaryen, First of His Name, Heir to the Heir of the Iron Throne, Heir to the Heiress of House Targaryen, the Born King, the Divine Ruler, He Who Was Born in the Shadow of the Iron Throne, the Lawful, the Bringer of Justice, the Judge, the Rider of Vermithor, the Bronze Fury, the King's Mount, had been born.

The Deal of Gods and Humans

Prince Laenor of House Velaryon sat in a plush velvet chair within his wife's small study, sipping sour Arbor Gold from a golden chalice in silence as he watched Crown Princess Rhaenyra of House Targaryen stare out the window of her study. The light highlighted the features of her youth, reminding him of the heavy burden that had been placed upon his shoulders and was now shared between them. She was a little girl, still, with the weight of a Kingdom upon her shoulders and yet she stood with the strength of a dragon against the lit towers aiming to bring her crashing down.

"I'm sorry," Laenor murmured, tearing his wife from her thoughts. "If only the Gods had not made like this. If only they had made me like my father or Prince Daemon then maybe–"

"Stay your tongue!" Rhaenyra ordered, sharply. She whirled around, pale grey skirts swirling along her legs as she stalked towards him. "Had the Gods not made you this way then I would never have agreed to this marriage, no matter that my inheritance would be stripped away. I agreed to take you as my husband because I can trust you within this nest of vipers my home has become. You are my husband and my future King Consort, the man who shall aid my rule and support me."

Laenor gave a bitter, self-deprecating laugh, "I am the husband that cannot give his wife heirs. The man that cannot see a woman for the beauty she is, and feels no lust for the pleasures others speak of."

"We shall figure something out. It will just take time."

"What if you took a paramour? He could give you children that I could claim as mine. They would be mine in name and that is all that matters."

"And if they resembled any but me? Or you? They would be called bastards even if they were an exact copy of Rodrick Arryn or Jocelyn Baratheon as long as they did not have the Valyrian coloring. The Queen and her supporters would make our lives a living hell if she even had an inkling that they were bastards. Even now, she seeks to undermine me."

"I thought the wedding was her only move," Laenor stated, sitting up. Worry shone in his grey-purple eyes. They might not be in love as other matches were but they were partners.

"No. Every day she gathers the Ladies of the Keep for tea and speaks behind my back, spreading rumors of my virtue, of your taste in men, of how I am a heathen whore unfit to be the Heir to the Iron Throne," Rhaenyra sneered, sitting down in the weirwood chair behind her desk. A present from Lady Jeyne Arryn and Lady Amanda Arryn for her wedding.

"She dares speak ill of the Crown Princess? And none stop her or bring her words to the King or you, yourself?"

"Why would they? Each of them come from the Reach or Westerlands, supporters of her son as Heir and future King."

"Then we must dispel the rumors," Laenor stated, reaching into his doublet. He pulled out a letter, setting it on the desk between them. "My dear Laena has sent us a letter. She reminds me of the tales my father used to tell us before bed. Of Sea Serpents, Giants, Gods . . . and Demigods."

"Demigods?" Rhaenyra whispered, remembering the tales Daemon had once told her. "Children of both God and Man. What do those tales have to do with our problems?"

"For years we have hid how we worship the Fourteen Flames, let those of the Seven deem our culture as heathenistic and disrespectful. I believe she means for us to seek out our true Gods and ask for their help."

"They are Gods, Laenor. What could we possibly give them in return for three children?"

"Anything they wish. Rhaenyra if you wish to be Queen this might be our only option. We need trueborn heirs and who better than the Gods that shaped us and gave us dragons?"

"The same Gods who allowed hundreds of thousands of people be wiped by the Doom. The ones who allow us to be ridiculed and shamed even as Kings, Queens, and Heirs of Valyrian Houses. The only ones left of Old Valyria, might I add," Rhaenyra snapped, glaring.

Laenor did not let her flames deter him. "And what other option do we have? Let Prince Aegon be named Heir because you have no children to rule after you?"

Rhaenyra snarled, teeth baring as Syrax sang within her soul, black teeth bared as flamed gathered in her chest. "Watch yourself husband. I could take that as treason."

"But I speak the truth," Laenor stated, Seasmoke humming in the back of his mind, tail swishing across the dusty ground of his cave. "You said we would need trueborn children and I have given you a suggestion. It is either this, your give birth to bastards after taking a paranour, or remain childless and have your titles taken. Take your pick, wife."

Charged silence fell within the study as the two dragons stared each other down. Eventually, Rhaenyra acquiesced.

"Fine. In two days time we travel to Dragonstone. We will call it a honeymoon of sorts, as if we seek alone time for . . . things. The Temple of the Fourteen will hear our prayers and we shall see if the Gods will answer."

"Then it is decided."

—Temple of the Fourteen—

The Temple of the Fourteen was almost hidden behind Castle Dragonstone, even with how large it was. The rotunda had 14 stained glass windows, each displaying the symbol of one of the 14 Gods or Godesses sitting above the corrosponding statue. Made entirely out of black dragonglass with runes carved in and filled with Valyrian steel, the Temple was truly of Valyrian make and ancestry.

Over the two days planning their week long trip to the Isle of Dragonstone, they had argued over which statue to pray too, eventually agreeing upon the Goddess Meleys. She ruled over fertility, love, sexuality, mothers, and childbirth, so they had come to the realization that she would be a better fit than Arrax or Aegerax.

"It's beautiful," Laenor murmured, High Valyrian rolling of his tongue with an Essosi lilt that Lord Corlys and his sister both had. It brought a heat to Rhaenyra whenever she heard it even if she preffered how it sounded when Daemon spoke.

"It is." Rhaenyra and Laenor came to a stop before the white dragonglass statue of Meleys. Stood in a patch of dirt, a large myrtle tree had grown alongside her, manipulated to lean over her seemingly sheltering the Goddess who wore a floor length dress with long slits up the side leaving her most of her legs and bare feet exposed.

Held in her left hand was a mirror, as pearls draped across the exposed cut of her shoulders while long sleeves fell around her forearms. Perched upon her shoulder was a dove while a peacock stood at her side, long beautifull feathers carved and painted in detail.

"Do you remember the prayer?" Laenor asked as they both stared up into the gentle features carved into the statue.

"I have not had the time to forget it," Rhaenyra murmured dryly, unsure of if she should speak normally. Together they kneeled, bowing before the Goddess' statue.

"O' Meleys, O' Queen of the Gods, Goddess of Love, Goddess of Fertility, Goddess of Motherhood, Goddess of Childbirth, we seek your aid. As Heir to the Iron Throne and Heir to Driftmark, we ask you to provide us with heirs and a spare. To allow us to further our bloodlines, O' Queen of the Gods. Name a price and we shall pay it for three children borne of our blood."

The pyre that stood to her right suddenly lit with pale pink-whire fire, startling both of them. So focused they were, neither saw the statue move until she spoke, voice soft but firm, loving and kind.

"Greetings, Princess Rhaenyra, Chosen Heir. Greetings, Prince Laenor, Chosen Guardian. I have been awaiting your call for many moons."

Neither could find it within themselves to speak, staring at the talking statue with awe and fear in equal parts.

"Be not afraid. Your call has been anticipated and awaited eagerly." Her soft look melted to something sharp and protective. "The Promised Heir shall come from your blood, Rhaenyra, but due to your father's folly, in one line of fate they fall and the world is taken in the Long Night. No one is left, no dragons, no people, no wildlings. Only wights. To make sure this never comes to pass We, the Fourteen Flames, the Seven-Who-Are-One, and the Elder Gods have decided to intervene. We have decided to interfere with fate itself to make sure our favored survive and fight back the Long Night."

"Us? But my father said– when he told me of the prophecy . . ."

"Tessarion gave the prophecy to Aegon in the hopes that he would unite Westeros to prepare them for the Long Night. But after making them kneel he in turn kneeled for the Seven-Who-Are-One who have no control over any family of Valyrian Blood. We are not the only the ones that have been disrespected or forgotten.

"The supposed followers of the Seven have perverted and twisted the words of the Seven-Who-Are-One to fit their agendas, destroying the faith that once was. The Elder Gods are slowly being forgotten as we are, and with fewer and fewer worshipping us, we are dying."

"Dying?" Laenor asked, horrified. Every story ever told spoke of how a God could not be killed.

"Not in the way you understand but yes. Magic is being forcibly taken from your world, one of the few weapons that would secure your future. But we believe we have a way for this world to survive. Do you accept the responsibility, Rhaenyra Targaryen, Laenor Velaryon?"

They both hesitated, but looking upon her face, one that looked similar to Aemma's in Rhaenyra's eyes and one that looked sinilar to Rhaenys' for Laenor and they made their decision.

"We accept this responsibility, My Queen."

She smiled softly.

"From us you will be given 14 children, born of each of us with our favor to save the Targaryen, Velaryon, Celtigar, and Stark lines. The Seven-Who-Are-One and the Elder Gods have decided that their gifts will be given in secret to aid you. But I have another gift to offer you." Meleys' smile grew wider. "Would you like to hear the names of your children and who they are the child of?"

"Yes! Please, My Queen," Rhaenyra added, blushing fiercly at the outburst. While afraid to have so many children, a part of her was curious to know her future.

"The First. Son of Arrax, King of the Gods, Jacaerys Targaryen."

"The Second. Daughter of Tyraxes, Goddess of Peace. Alyssa Velaryon."

"The Third. Son of Caraxes, God of the Seas. Lucerys Velaryon."

"The Fourth. Son of Vhagar, Goddess of War. Maegor Velaryon."

"The Fifth. Daughter of Vermax, God of Travel. Visenya Velaryon."

"The Sixth. Son of Aegerax, God of Creation. Aerion Velaryon."

"The Seventh. Daughter of Tessarion, Goddess of Dreams. Daenys Velaryon."

"The Eighth. Daughter of myself, Goddess of Love. Aemma Velaryon."

"The Ninth. Son of Syrax, Goddess of Chaos. Saeryn Velaryon."

"The Tenth. Daughter of Meraxes, Goddess of the Sky. Rhaella Velaryon."

"The Eleventh. Son of Gaelithox, God of the Sun. Aegon Velaryon."

"The Twelfth. Son of Vermithor, God of Smiths. Aemon Velaryon."

"The Thirteenth. Daughter of Shrykos, Goddess of Beginnings. Valaena Velaryon."

"The Fourteenth. Son of Balerion, God of the Underworld. Baelon Velaryon."

"Tonight Tessarion shall visit you to give you the instructions on how to allow us to give you children. Be ready. Good luck."

The statue straightened back into her precious position and fell still, allowing complete silence to fall within the Temple.

"Well," Laenor began, mumbling. "I believe we should head to the Keep, should we not? A drink or two might help."

"I agree." With that the two retreated back to the castle to talk about what had just happened, and drink enough wine to help settle their nerves before Tessarion came to visit.

Valyrian Demigods of Westeros - Daughter of Vermax

Lady Laena Velaryon held Princess Rhaenyra's hand as she screamed, stuck in the birthing bed for the 5th time. Her brother, Ser Laenor, stood on the other side of his wife, wincing at the hold she had upon his arm but supportive and encouraging. Very few men chose to join their wives in the birthing rooms, declaring it against propriety but Laenor cared deeply for Rhaenyra and would not see her endure this pain alone.

With a final scream, the midwife was able to remove the babe, using a knife to cut the life chord from her body. Wailing, the woman happily announced, "A girl, your highness. Healthy and joyous to be here."

Rhaenyra laughed, as the babe's wails softened. "Clean my daughter first, then I shall hold her."

"Right away, your highness."

The midwife rushed towards the small bath that had already been prepared and began cleaning the babe of fluid and blood, gently cooing to soothe her.

"Do you have a name for her, dear sister?" Laena asked, taking a rag to gently wipe away the sweat upon her brow.

"We do. She shall be Princess Visenya, Second of Her Name." Laenor could not help the cheeky grin that appeared, quickly catching his twins attention.

"What did you do this time?"

Switching to High Valyrian, Laenor explained, "We contacted Doran Martell to talk of uniting Dorne and Westeros. We spent moons conversing through letters and creating a contract for Dorne that would allow them to keep the independence they so desire without being allowed to rise against us. Their are conditions, for both of us, and ours happens to be that our next daughter shall marry their 3 year old son, Prince Trystan Martell, when she comes of age."

"If she wishes to. I will not allow my daughter to be forced into a marriage she despises," Rhaenyra added, wincing and gasping as the afterbirth began.

Luckily, the afterbirth was quickly epxpelled and the healers were able to tend to her. Laenor was forced into the sitting room so they could see if Rhaenyra needed stitches or just the ointment. Visenya was quite small and had slipped out in the height of day after barely a few hours of pushing.

The ointment the used would help her heal and prevent infection, a common disease women caught after giving birth. A cold wetcloth was brought to Rhaenyra to help with the pain from her womb, much to her relief.

"I wish to see my Visenya. And my husband," She added as an afterthought, making Laena snort.

"So dear sister, tell me, did you invite Dorne here for your birth? I heard rumors that a delegation arrived late last night but I was far more worried about you to question it."

"They did come. We plan to announce the contract as well as the betrothal in a few days time. I offered to allow them the chance to meet Visenya first in a more familiar setting, so that Prince Trystan may meet his future wife."

Visenya was gently placed into Princess Rhaenyra's arms as Laenor was let back inside. He smiled down at the adorable babe in her arms, reaching out to run a finger over her little chubby cheek.

She had thick curly silver-white hair, inherited from her father with the same dark skin. Her eyes though were the most beautiful shades of green either of them had seen, stunning all three of them.

"Didn't your grandmother, Princess Alyssa have a green eye?" Laena asked, leaning closer to the babe who cooed.

"She did," Rhaenyra agreed, smiling down at Visenya who reached up to smack at Laenors hand. "Did you pick out an egg for her? Or are we allowing her to claim one as her siblings did?"

"I thought it would be best to give her an egg due to her betrothal to Prince Trystan Martell," Laenor admitted. "I picked one from Dreamfyre's latest clutch."

"Good."

The door opened and a maid stepped inside dipping into a shallow bow. Laena scowled at the disrespect.

"You are in the presence of the future Queen, the Crown Princess, the future King, the Prince, and a Lady of a Royal House, wife of a Prince. You will show us the respect we command," Laena snapped, blue-purple eyes sharp as seaglass. The maid flinched back and dipped into a far deeper curtsy.

"I-I have a message. From the Queen," The maid stated, voice trembling, though none could tell if it was from fear or fury.

"Queen Consort," Rhaenyra corrected. "Queen Consort Alicent is not a Targaryen and as such is not gifted the title of Queen as my mother was."

"What is the message?" Laenor asked, frowning.

"She wishes for the babe to be brought to her before the ceremony so she may greet them. The Queen Consort was upset that she has not been granted the priveledge of meeting her grandchildren before they were introduced to the Realm."

Rhaenyra, Laena, and Laenor had all gone still before the Red Keep shook beneath the fury Vhagar voiced, making the maid flinch.

"Laena," Rhaenyra stated, staring down the maid. She switched to High Valyrian. "Find my uncle and the delegation from Sunspear, bring them to the Queens Apartments. Let them see how the Future Queen is treated."

"Your uncle is with the King, Rhaenyra. Hopefully he will see the kind of woman his chosen consort is. Green as her dresses," Laenor stated, grinning sharply at the woman. "Our mother and father would be most upset to hear what their gooddaughter is going through as well."

"Yes, they will." In a swirl of skirts, Laena dissappeared.

"Get out," Laenor ordered. "We shall bring our child to the Queen Consort ourselves."

"I could take the babe, ser."

"If you lay a hand on my child, I will order them to be removed," Rhaenyra snarled. "Tell your Queen Consort that I will come myself for what kind of mother would I be if I passed my child onto another."

The maid gaped at the blatant insult but scurried away as Ser Harwin, who had entered when Lady Laena had left, reached for his blade. He left behind her, closing the door as the servents, maids, midwives, and healers stared at the door in shock.

"Your highness," A midwife, Laya, began, "It is too soon after the birth. You could hurt yourself from walking."

"The Queen Consort has ordered my presence. Dress me. Please." Her maids immediatley rushed forward, pulling on one of her silk hose and pulled her hair into a simple, messy braid that fell down her back. A soft robe was then pulled over her shoulders and Visenya was cradled back in their arms.

The clothes she had chosen were done on purpose. Alicent would expect a show of power but this would show the Lords and Ladies of how cruel the Queen Consort was, and bring more to her side.

They were interrupted when the egg that had been placed in the fire, cracked and began hatching. A beautiful creamy white hatchling crawled forth, stubby horns of pale gold glinting and black frills swaying as it moved. Laughing to herself, Rhaenyra allowed the hatchling to clamber up her robe and perch on her shoulder, giving it free range to look down at Visenya.

Rhaenyra murmured a quiet thank you to the Gods who had so far shown to be protective of their children with her. Laenor appeared behind her, gently supporting her.

"Shall we, dear wife?"

"We shall, dear husband."

Together they made their way through the halls, Ser Harwin and two healers behind them. They earned odd looks as the Crown Princess was dressed in night clothes, holding a babe, with a hatchling perched on her shoulders. Immediatley whispers spread, so Rhaenyra played into it.

Her voice trembled, "Why would she do this, Laenor? Is she not a mother herself? To order me to have my babe taken to her when she is freshly born? What have I done to the Queen to deserve this?"

She made no attempt to keep her voice low as Laenor soothed her, shaking his head. Around them Lords, Ladies, and servents alike shook their heads in disgust.

Upon arriving at the Queens Apartments, they were met by the Dornish Delegation, the King, Prince Daemon, Princess Rhaenys, and Lord Corlys all of whom looked angry.

Princess Elia looked furious, arms crossed over her chest as her husband, Prince Dorian loomed at her side. Ser Cole looked shocked, furious, and afriad all at once as the King ordered him to open the door.

Queen Consort Alicent turned towards the door as it opened, a poorly concealed smirk on her lips. "Princess–"

She cut herself off, paling as the King stared back at her, flanked by his family and a group of Dornish strangers at his back.

"Husband, what–"

"Did you order my daughter . . . to bring her newly born child . . . to you?"

"My king, I would nev–"

"Ask her maid, Father. The one who came into my rooms, blatantly disrepsected me, and told me the Queen commanded my child be brought to her," Rhaenyra interrupted, looking at the maid who paled dramatically.

"Well," Viserys snarled, looking every bit the dragon he had once been. "Did you? As your King, if you do not tell me the truth, I will have you imprisoned!"

"It's the truth! Queen Alicent sent me to the Crown Princess' rooms to bring her the babe!" The maid nearly sobbed. Alicent looked horrified as the hatchling perched on Rhaenyra's shoulder shrieked in victory.

As Princess Rhaenys and Princess Elia tore into the Queen Consort, absolutely furious that she would abuse her power in such a way towards a member of the royal family.

Noting that it was taken care of, Princess Rhaenyra was taken back to her chambers to rest before the feast that night.

At the feast, Princess Rhaenyra and her husband stood before the masses with the Martells to the right and the King to their left, using a cane to keep his balance.

"Lords and Ladies of the Realm. You have been invited here today to be informed of not one but two miracles," Laenor announced.

"The first is our daughter. Introducing, Princess Visenya Velaryon, Second of Her Name," Rhaenyra called, lifting the babe higher as the crowd cheered. "Whose egg cracked and hatched barely two hours after her birth!"

The dragon on her shoulder shrieked, rearing up to flap its wings.

Lifting his hand, the King called for silence. "When my ancestors came to Westeros, they tried to force Dorne to bend the knee but they fought back. Each King after has tried to do the same, demanding Dorne bow to their true King. But none succeeded. No King was able to bring Dorne into the fold. But the future Queen did.

"A contract has been drawn up for Dorne to be formally added into the Seven Kingdoms as long as a Targaryen Queen or King sits the Iron Throne. As per the treaty, Princess Visenya Targaryen and Prince Trystan Martell shall be betrothed and married upon her six-and-tenth nameday!"

Cheers made the hall itself tremble as the true Heir's supporters made themselves known. Lady Jeyne could be seen holding Princess Alyssa with Prince Jacaerys at her side while Lord Corlys held his heir – as the titles had been relinquished from Ser Laenor. Prince Maegor was in Prince Daemons arms alongside his cousin, Princess Baela as her mother carried her twin sister, Princess Rhaena.

Prince Aegon's supporters, who had grown weaker over the years, gave false cheers, seeking out the Queen who wore black and red upon the order of her husband. Much to Crown Princess Rhaenyra's delight the woman looked pale and washed out in the regal colors of the Royal House. It was a stark reminder that Queen Consort Alicent Hightower was no true Queen for even Aemma Arryn, who was oft bedridden, had looked absolutely stunning in black and red, her maternal house colors.

The strength of the Blacks grew and grew, furthered by the birth of Crown Princess Rhaenyra's fifth child, and second daughter.

Princess Visenya Targaryen, Second of Her Name, Future Princess of Dorne, Future Princess of Sunspear, the Traveler, the Diplomat, the Intelligent, the Learned, had been born.

Valyrian Demigods of Westeros - Son of Vhagar

Prince Daemon held Dark Sisters hilt tightly as he listened to his niece's screams on the other side of the door. His wife, Lady Laena, and his goodbrother, Ser Laenor, were within comforting the princess as she birrhed her fourth child. It did not matter to him that she had had three successful births as his own mother had had two successful births before his late brother Aegon, he still worried for her safety.

It was not until he heard the desperate and fearful scream of Laena, yelling for him, that he moved. In one blow he knocked the door open, running into the birthing chamber.

Ser Laenor was fighting against a maester with a blade in hand as Rhaenyra screamed. Laena stood at her side, looking fully ready to lunge at the man if he nor Laenor could get him out. A midwife kneeled between Rhaenyra's legs, coaching and encouraging her even with the tremble of fear in her voice. His observation took less than two seconds before he was unsheathing Dark Sister, blade singing as it was pulled from the sheath.

The Maester looked to him in fear as Laenor shouted, "He attempted to murder Rhaenyra!"

That was all it took for Daemon to swing his blade with precision, completely severing the mans head. Blood sprayed into the air like a geyser, spraying over Laenor, Daemon, the midwife, and the newly born babe.

Wailing, the babe was quickly passed up to Rhaenyra who sobbed in relief, thanking Daemon as she cradled the babe close, whispering into blood and fluid soaked hair.

It took well over an hour for Rhaenyra to calm enough for them to wash the babe and for her and Laenor to give him a name. As they waited guards were admitted to drag away the body and feed it to Syrax, and the news was taken to the King.

"So? What name shall you give to my newest nephew?" Daemon asked, sprawled in a chair as Laena and Laenor sat beside Rhaenyra.

"Before we tell you we have a proposition for the two of you," Laenor stated, staring Daemon down with surprising confidence.

"A proposition? Do tell."

"The Stepstones," Rhaenyra began, tearing her gaze away from her babe. "Will be officially taken under the crown within the next month. A keep, garrison, and port is already being built on the main island and shall be given to my son when he is of age in 10-and-6 years. But until then it must be watched over by a regent, and I was hoping to name you, Uncle, or you, Laena, as his regents. You would be welcome there even after he took control and I would off her his hand in marriage to Baela, Rhaena, or any future daughters you have if it would please you "

Daemon and Laena stared at her before Laena asked, "Why? You could hire a castellan if you so wished. Why give us this responsibility?"

"Because you deserve it. You have supported us, even from afar. Your loyalty means everything to us," Laenor admitted, smiling awkwardly. "And the kids adore you. They would be highly distraught if you returned to Essos."

Laena laughed, sharing a look with Daemon. A silent conversation passed between the two before they turned their attention back to the two.

"If we take it, I wish to be given control of its garrison even after your, still unnamed, son takes it back."

"Done."

"Then we agree. We will care for our nephews castle and he will marry one of our daughters. Eventually, of course. Now, tell us his name," Laena commanded, holding her head up haughtily to make them laugh.

"We have chosen to name him Maegor ll Velaryon, to remind ourselves not to make the mistakes Aegon the Conquerer made," Laenor announced, smirking at the surprised looks on their faces.

"A powerful name," Daemon commented, grinning sharply. "One that will make the Highcunts shiver in remembrance. I applaud your choice niece, goodbrother."

"We're so happy to have your approval, Uncle," Rhaenyra deadpanned, making Laena snort loudly before to cover it up as Laenor began laughing at his sister.

Maegor was given back to his mother by an awed midwife, who spoke quietly to Rhaenyra as Laenor continued to poke fun at his sister.

"Is something the matter?" Daemon asked as the midwives filed from the room, leaving the four alone.

"She was informing me of the peculiar birth mark upon his left arm," Rhaenyra stated, gently unwrapping Maegor so she could them all the arm. Upon his chubby forearm was the sigil of Vhagar, something Laena and Daemon realized near simeoultaneously.

It was a long angular shield with a spear shape through one side and a sword theough the other. There were other details but they were hidden by the fact that it was underdeveloped.

"Rhaenyra, Laenor," Laena whispered, gently running her fingers over the markings. Both knew that they had recognized the mark, but seemed unaffected.

"You keep my secrets, I keep yours," Laenor murmured, dark eyes sharp. It did not matter that this was his goodbrother, a man that had seen war and held a valyrian blade. If Daemon threatened his wife or children, he would retaliate.

"I keep your secrets," Daemon agreed, understanding. "Now, when shall I have the pleasure of seeing Otto's face when he hears the name of the babe. And of course, the pleasure of seeing the Highcunt Queen throw a fit, how could I forget."

They chuckled, easing the atmosphere.

"In three days, Uncle. Be patient."

He scoffed, earning looks of genuine amusement between the three.

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Queen Alicent perfectly arranged her children at her side, with Prince Aegon in the lead and Prince Daeron standing at the end. Her father, Ser Otto, stood beside Prince Daeron, pin of the Hand of the King shining brightly.

She glared at Princess Rhaenyra as she swept inside with her sword-swallowing husband, and heathen children following close behind. Held within her arms was the newest Prince of the Realm, whose name would be revealed to the court soon, while Ser Laenor held his heir, Prince Lucerys, in his arms. Prince Jacaerys and Princess Alyssa walked between their parents dressed in fine clothes.

"Princess Rhaenyra, my dearest daughter. Ser Laenor, my goodson. Prince Jacaerys, Princess Alyssa, Prince Lucerys, my grandchildren. I am glad you are all alright. Prince Daemon I thank you for your timely intervention. It saved my daughters life. It saved the Crown Princess's life," King Viserys stated, allowing silence to fall. "Lords and Ladies of the Realm, today my daughter stands here to introduce the newest Prince of the Realm, futhering her line of succession."

Viserys nodded to his daughter, sitting back dowm heavily. He ignored the look he recieved from his brother, Daemon, worried and surprised in equal measures.

"Lords and Ladies, I introduce to you Prince Maegor ll Velaryon, Heir to the Stepstones, chosen to remind us of the mistakes of Aegon the Conquerer. Until his 10-and-6 Nameday, his keep upon the islands shall be watched over by his chosen regents, Prince Daemon, and his lady wife, Lady Laena."

The news had everyone in a titter, surprised that the King had allowed a Keep to be built uppn the Stepstones at all but the man was deep to his eldest daughter and had caves after much insistance.

Ser Otto and Queen Alicent were angry and shocked respectively. None of her sons had been given Keeps, while all four of her children had inheritances to recieve.

The scales only tipped further in the Blacks favor.

Prince Maegor Velaryon, Second of His Name, Heir to the Stepstones, Born in Blood, the Warrior, the Fierce, the Wild, the Warhammer had been born.

Valyrian Demingods of Westeros - Son of Caraxes

High Tide was lit by the brilliant flashes of lightning dancing in the sky, as her white walls were pelted with heavy rainfall. Within her walls, one could hear the screams of Princess Rhaenyra as she gave birth to another child, just over a year after the birth of Princess Alyssa.

Prince Jacaerys would be turning three within a few scarce months with Princess Alyssa's birthday following only 3 months later. Both were being cared for by their grandparents, Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys, as their father, Ser Laenor, supported her in the birthing room.

Unfortunately King Viserys, Queen Alicent and their children had stayed behind in the Red Keep, believing that Princess Rhaenyra would be able to return to give birth. But a storm had halted their ship, and the little one was quite excited to emerge during the storm.

Bouncing Alyssa in her arms, Rhaenys stood by the window and was witness to the spectacle as the sea calmed and the storm abated within moments, bringing forth the slightest hint of the sun. "Corlys," Rhaenys whispered, awed by the spectacle.

Her husband joined her, curious smto see what had his wife so shocked, only to be shocked as well. "The storm . . . I have never seen one stop so suddenly," Corlys admitted. Alyssa giggled, curling close to her grandmother peer over her shoulder.

Sat on the floor, Jacaerys stared back, smiling happily. "He's here," Jace said, climbing to his feet as Alyssa nodded.

"'Uke!" She cried in delight as the door was opened by a guard. The maid bowed, hair in complete dissaray and panting heavily.

"The Princess . . . the babe . . . a boy . . . both healthy," The maid gasped.

Rhaenys and Corlys stared at their grandchildren who were looking back at them expectantly. Genuinly confused as to how the children had known, they picked then up and carried then to the birthing room where they were greeted by a slightly frazzled looking Laenor, an exhausted Rhaenyra, and a babe swaddled in Velaryon blue-green silk cradled within his fathers arms.

Dmiling, Laenor held out his arms so the four could look, "Father, Mother. Alyssa, Jacaerys. I would like to introduce you to the future Lord of the Tides, the Heir to Driftmark and High Tide, Lucerys Velaryon, blessed by the storms and the tides themselves."

"What?" Rhaenys asked, eyes going wide as Laenor gently manuevered a little arm out of the swaddle, revealing a birthmark in the shape of Caraxes, the God of the Seas, Water, and Storms, mark. 4 stars facing the cardinal directions with a singular star in the center and ancient rune across the pale center of the star.

Corlys glanced down to Jacaerys, who hair barely hid his own crown shaped sigil with the rune for Justice upon the center and the runes for king on the sides, just as Rhaenys glanced to Alyssa, whose mark was weirwood branches along her collarbone that formed a circle at the hollow of her throat with rune for peace inside said circle alongside a feather and torch.

"Laenor," Rhaenys began, gaze sharp but worried. "Why do all three of your children have birthmarks in the shape of the sigils of Arrax, Tyraxes, and Caraxes?"

Two sets of eyes stared widely at her, nervous. Rhaenyra shifted, wincing at the pain as Laenor looled around the room so he wouldn't meet the eyes of his parents.

"Laenor."

Laenor's gaze snapped to Corlys at his tone, a fire gathering in their depths. "You forced us to seek out other methods for I to give Rhaenyra trueborn children. We found a method and now you have three heirs for grandchildren. That is all you need to know. I will be taking mt children now, they need to get to know their new brother, if you would excuse us."

His clear dismissal hurt but they put down his children and left, unsure of what to do, except send a letter to the King and his family to inform them of the new birth.

In King's Landing, within the Red Keep, Queen Alicent and her children were forced to listen to King Viserys read the letter aloud.

'Dear Cousin,

You will be most disappointed to hear that Rhaenyra was unable to give birth in the Red Keep, but she gave birth during one of the worst storms Driftmark has likely ever seen. When her son was born the sky calmed, the rain stopped, and the tides receded and everything was peaceful as if there had never been a storm in the first place.

We are delighted to send word of the birth of Prince Lucerys Velaryon, Heir to Driftmark, and future Lord of the Tides. Born with the Velaryon locks, eyes, and skin, we can only wait for his skills at sailing to emerge like his brother and sister's skills did.

Rhaenyra and the children are all doing well. She has spoke of the ease she has felt here on Driftmark and have told her that our home will always be open for her, no matter the circunstances. We are unsure of when she will return but it will likely be upon dragon back so I, Rhaenys, shall go as well so they don't have to carry two toddlers at once.

The Targaryen-Velaryon grows ever larger with the births of Prince Lucerys and the previous births of Lady Baela and Lady Rhaena.

Congratulations cousin on earning another grandchild.

Yours in blood, Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, Lord Velaryon'

The absolute joy the man expressed at the ketter had the Queen picking at her nails, even as her children just watched or ate, content to ignore their father as he did them. She hated Princess Rhaenyra for birthing yet another child with the Valyrian features, but she did not understand the tidings it brought.

Yet another blessed child to aid the Blacks and the future of House Targaryen.

Prince Lucerys Velaryon, Second of His Name, Heir to Driftmark, Future Lord of the Tides, Stormborn, Undrowned, the Sea Dragon, the Sailor, the Red Star, had been born.

Twenty and five years ago, Princess Rhaenyra was removed from the line of succession after King Viserys Targaryen and Queen Alicent Hightower learned of her marriage, or marriages. Under the guiding flame of the Fourteen and the Branches of the Godwood, Rhaenyra had taken three husbands: Lord Rickon Stark of the North, Ser Laenor Velaryon, Heir to Driftmark, and Prince Daemon Targaryen, her Uncle.

It was Ser Otto, Lord Hand, who encouraged the King to remove her because of her unlawful wedding.

Having learned of her impending removal as Heiress, Rhaenyra created a contract with the help of Lyonel Strong, the Master of Law.

The First Clause.

Dragonstone, her ancestral home, and the Stepstones, Prince Daemons second gift for winning the war, were hers and her husbands alone and would be passed down through her line alone.

The Second Clause.

Anything belonging to the late Queen Aemma would be given to Princess Rhaenyra to be passed down through her line alone. This included all of her possessions, jewelry, dresses, and her crowns.

The Third Clause.

Anything of Valyrian Ancestry, whether living or not, belonged to Rhaenyra to pass down as she pleased.

The Fourth Clause.

The Dragons woud be removed from the Dragonpit and guided to the Dragonmont. If any Targaryen henceforth wished to claim a dragon they would have to gain permission from Princess Rhaenyra and her husbands.

As a gift for Aegons second nameday Rhaenyra left him and her younger sister, Halaena eggs.

The Fifth Clause.

Daemons Gold Cloaks would be allowed to follow to protect Dragonstone as they had Kings Landing.

The contract was shown to King Viserys privately, so none of his counsel was able to refute it. He agreed, signing the contract in blood before copies were sent out to each kingdom and member of the Counsel.

The morning after King Viserys signed the contract his entire family left. The Velaryons returned to Driftmark, and Rhaenyra and her husbands to Dragonstone where no word was heard for twenty and five years.

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Within the first year of living on Dragonstone, the Volcano erupted and gave them nearly double the land they had before. The Island became renowed for its Rock Salt, Fine Salt, Dragonglass, Glass, and Pearls all of which were abundant.

Created on the Northeastern side of the island, after a second smaller eruption added several miles, was a smaller keep built specifically for Rhaenyras line to inherit. The Keep, known as the Narrows Watchtower, had docks below for the Fleet of the Fourteen which would eventually be given to Prince Rhaenor Velaryon and his betrothed Princess Aemma Targaryen.

As Rhaenyra and Daemon knew what it felt like to be pushed aside they made sure their children knew that family was the most important thing, that nothing could break the bond of blood. They also made sure each child would inherit something so anger and jealosy would not fester.

Each child was given an egg within the cradle, and eventually taught the same lessons so they were given the same opportunities. Princess Rhaenyra was also going to make sure none of her children felt pressured to marry and let them have a say in their betrothals.

Prince Baelon Targaryen ll, Heir to Dragonstone.

Prince Aemon Targaryen ll, Heir to the Stepstones.

Prince Cregan Stark, Heir to the North.

Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, Heir to Crackclaw point.

Prince Lucerys Velaryon, Heir to Driftmark.

Princess Khalysi Targaryen, Heiress to Dragonstone.

Prince Jon Stark, Heir to Moat Cailin.

Princess Arya Stark, Heiress to Moat Cailin.

Prince Corryn Velaryon, Heir to the Sea Serpents Fleet.

Prince Rhaenor Velaryon, Heir to the Fleet of the Fourteen Flames.

Prince Benjen Stark, Heir to Greywater Watch.

Princess Saerys Targaryen, Heiress to Greywater Watch.

Princess Alyssa Targaryen, Heiress to Rainwood Isles.

Princess Aemma Targaryen, Heiress to the Narrows Watchtower.

Princess Visenya Targaryen ll, Heiress to the Vale.

Princess Rhaena Targaryen lll, Heiress to the Isles of Skagos and Skane.

Prince Baelon was betrothed to Princess Khalysi and Prince Lucerys at a young age due to their closeness. They were wedded after Khalysi's tenth and sixth Nameday, marking her as a grown woman.

Prince Aemon was betrothed to Princess Nehemia of Martell after it became obvious they liked each other during peace talks in Dorne. They were married after Princess Nehemias tenth and sixth Nameday, marking her as a grown woman.

Prince Cregan Stark was betrothed to Alyssane Blackwood after he saw her using a bow against the Wildlings. They married soon after the battle as Alyssane was already ten and seven.

Prince Jacaerys was married to Alinor Celtigar, which gave him Crackclaw Point.

Prince Jon and Princess Arya were married on their tenth and sixth nameday.

Prince Corryn was betrothed to Princess Alyssa because of their similar behaviors and wild hearts.

Prince Rhaenor and Princess Aemma were betrothed due to their own similarities and their friendship.

Prince Benjen and Princess Saerys were betrothed because they near begged to be, having fallen for each other at a young age.

Princess Visenya and Princess Rhaena were left unbetrothed, because Lady Jeyne was given permission to find their matches because their territories were gifts from the Vale.

With no information being given to Kings Landing, King Viserys, Queen Alicent, and Ser Otto had no idea of the 'army' of children Rhaenyra had. Nor of the amount of hatched dragons, and claimed dragons.

13 cradle hatched dragons, 3 claimed, with a dragonseed claiming Sheepstealer and becoming Princess Visenya's Sworn Maiden.

With three adult dragons, if not four or five when Rhaenys and Laena visited with Rhaenys and Vhagar.

Dragonstone was a fortress, with an army to protect her.

Khalysi Velaryon, daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon, younger daughter of Jacaerys and Lucerys Velaryon, 'The Realms Delight', 'Driftmarks Pearl', and cruelly, 'The Dragonless,' was chained to the masts of the pirates ship, thin nightclothes doing nothing to protect her from the icy breeze. Tears stained her face, as she wept, begging the clouded sky to let her family find her.

A part of her wanted to fight, to be like Visenya, but at 10 namedays she had no chance against the older pirates that made up the crew. A strange sound had Khalysi looking up and looking around.

When she looked behind her she found a dragon, bigger than Syrax but smaller than Meleys, perched on the deck, staring at her.

Grey Ghost.

He had cloudy grey scales with a beautiful pearly undertone. His back had armor plates instead of spikes that were a blue-green like the sea when you you looking down. Grey eyes set in a narrow face watched her closely as his long neck swayed slightly. Branching silver horns, arced gracefully catching the little bit of moonlight that shone through the clouds.

Khalysi felt something in her chest urging her closer, so she crawled, legs too weak from the days at sea with little food and water, slowly making her way closer to the beautiful dragon. Once she was close enough, he lowered his head, breathing out a cloud of hot air that warmed her skin.

Every so slowly, she raised a hand and pressed it to the warm scales of his nose. He jerked away but let her hand touch him, and he settled, eyes closing as the bond she'd heard so much about clicked into place.

Grey Ghost climbed further onto the deck, wrapping himself around her and protecting from the icy winds. As he did she remembered the reports.

Ships had been found with no one aboard and no evidence of them being attacked. Sometimes there was blood but very little else. Rhaenyra had suggested it was Grey Ghost but Corlys and Daemon had refuted that, saying the eludice dragon was to shy.

But Khalysi felt it, felt Grey Ghosts bloodlust, his anger towards pirates specifically.

"Grey Ghost. Return. And kill them all."

The dragon snorted in agreement and gently pulled away. In a soundless beat of his wings, he rose disappearing quickly.

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A thick fog, that made the pirate crew nervous, had set in around noon when the sun was high in the sky. But the fog made it seem closer to night, as if the sun had decided to disappear early. Khalysi pressed herself against the mast, waiting. It did not take long.

In less than two hours Grey Ghost had killed them all, and freed Khalysi. She prepared to have him return her hom but something made her pause.

What did she truly have back home? Her brothers would have their kingdoms and keeps, and she would be married off to the highest bidder to have babies.

No, she'd be a Queen of her own making.

A Pirate Queen.

She stole gold, and thick clothes before climbing onto Grey Ghosts back. She remembered an old fairytale that spoke of an island near Old Valyria that had narrowly escaped the Doom. Hopefully it existed.

When she told Grey Ghost he seemed to know what she spoke of and quickly set them on their way.

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The journey was long and tiring, but peaceful.

Once on the large island, Khalysi rested in a cave of Grey Ghosts choice, hidden from the other creatures of the island. Until she heard the call.

The same call that had urged her to go to Grey Ghost called to her now. And so she followed it.

Deep into the mountain that took up a large chunck of the island rested a dragon. Larger than Vhagar was. But more . . . youthful.

She did not have the flap on her neck, nor the exhaustion that Khalysi had seen on Aemonds newly claimed dragon. Her scales were not dull, in fact, they the opposite.

The scales of her body were all shades of blue, woth the frills along her spine being a paler blue while her belly was dark blue, the same blue that the ocean was at night. Her wings were a beautiful pearly grey with pale green and blue streaks. The spikes along her chest, jaw, and her horns were a beautiful bronze with orange-red streaks, while her tail fins were a solid bronze.

Khalysi was reminded of Daerons hatchling, that she'd never learned the name of, and decided that this dragon was far more beautiful.

Slowly the she-dragon lifter her head, allowing golden eyes to meet murky purple. Khalysi gasped when the dragon gently nudged her and another bond clicked into place. At her back, she could feel the warm presence of Grey Ghost who made not a sound as he watched the older dragon.

"Tessarion," Khalysi decided, smiling at the huff and feeling of amusement from her.

And so her legacy began.

Khalysi Velaryon, Firstborn Daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon, younger sister of Jacaerys and Lucerys Velaryon.

'The Realms Delight.'

'Driftmarks Pearl.'

'Pirate Queen.'

'Queen of the Sea.'

'Daughter of the Drowned God.'

'Daughter of the Stranger.'

'The Drowned Goddesses Rider.'

'Rider of the Grey Ghost.'

Caro Morticina

Part two

Rhaenyra watched from the balconey as her sweet boy, her Lucerys, stood before the Cannibals large, scared muzzle, talking to him. She had forbidden him from flying until his new riding leathers had been made. He'd had complete control over what they looked like though and a part of her had ached when she saw the design he had sketched out for the leather worker, the blacksmith, and the tailor.

A dragonglass breastplate with a singular golden-white scale over his heart, with thick, dyed black leather straps. The leather, he'd requested, would have to be nearly three times thicker than any of the others riding leathers, padded with dyed rabbit fur. A thick black cloak that would almost completely hide what he wore underneath, with the inside made of soft, dyed, rabbit fur.

But the scariest part, to her, was the spine. Lucerys had left for the day and returned with the black bone spine of a dragonet and asked for it to be attached to his armor to protect his own, more delicate, spine.

She watched as her son was turned inside out from the death of Arrax and his subsequent claiming of the Cannibal, and her hatred for Aemond grew. If Lucerys hadn't have claimed his and Vhagar's death as his own her and Daemon would have done it. Well, if they made it their first.

Jacaerys had been furious, based on the letter he'd sent, as had Lord Cregan Stark, who swore to her and her sons. He had begged Rhaenyra, first as a son then as the Queens heir and finally as a brother, but she refused. She needed him in Winterfell to plan with Cregan.

But part of her wondered if she should send Lucerys to him. He and Jacaerys had always been close and maybe being together would help him heal over the loss of Arrax.

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Lucerys packed light, since Cannibal had refused to allow a saddle to be placed on him. Only two extra sets of clothing, and some rations were placed in a rucksack for him to carry.

His riding leathers were pulled on last and he couldn't help but stare at himself in the mirror.

A black undershirt with a dragonclass breastplate, Arraxs singular scale resting above where his heart was. Black leather covered his legs, protecting the inside of his thighs and calves with fluffy black rabbit fur poking out. Turning he was able to see the black bone spine running down his back.

But it was all hidden beneath the thick, hooded black cloak.

He looked intimidating, especially with the singular white streak that had earned him the moniker, The Strangers Son, dead eyes, and pale skin.

Earlier that morning, the Queen, his mother, had ordered him to head to Winterfell to join Jacaerys and Lord Cregan Stark to begin preparing Starks Army to march.

Leaving his room Lucerys found Rhaena waiting for him, looking worried for him.

"Are you well prepped? Jacaerys mentioned before he left that it was a long journey. And quite difficult for dragons since they don't like the cold," Rhaena said, only to falter. "Though I guess Cannibal might handle it differently."

"He will. I think he likes the cold."

"Really? That's odd." Rhaena and he made it down to the courtyard where everyone was waiting to say goodbye.

Daemon pulled him into a hug and murmured into his ear, "Just send a letter and I can have the bastards other eye."

"Thank you, Kepa."

Joff, Aegon, and Viserys all threw themselves into Lukes arms, begging him not to leave but he soothed them and reminded them that it was his duty to their Queen.

Rhaenyra gentle wrapped him in her arms, trembling slightly. "Come back to me, my sweet Luke."

"I will, My Queen. I promise."

Baela hugged him tightly and asked him to pass a message along to Jace, which he promised he would and Rhaena hugged him tightly. Tighter than she had last time.

They all let out noises of shock and surlrise when they turned and found Cannibal half inside the courtyard, watching them with glowing green eyes. Lucerys climbed up the sharp spikes of his side and settled at the base of his neck, tugging on the thick padded gloves before holding on tight to the closest spikes.

"Soves!"

With barely a sound, Cannibal took off, disappearing into the clouds with ease.

The Birth of Jacaerys and Lucerys Velaryon - 119

Rhaenyra cursed and snarled at Laenor who looked like he was about faint as he stared down at the midwife who was helping her deliver the first of the twins. The firsts head was out and she was now pulling the babe from within to make way for the second.

His attention was caught when he saw movement in the fire. In awe, even as his hand was crushed, he watched a tiny hatchling crawl forth from the flames.

The green hatchling, Vhagars, Laenor assumed, toddled towards the midwife before screeching and scrambling up the basin to get to the babe. The midwife shrieked, getting everyones attention but a wail from Rhaenyra had their attention turning back to her.

It took at least two more hours for the second babe to be born and he was closely followed by the second hatchling climbing from the fire. The second, silver, hatchling climbed onto the bed and toddled towards where the second babe was being held by Laenor.

The green hatchling screeched at the midwives as he followed after the first babe who had been cleaned. It scrambled up the bed and over Rhaenyra to watch over him.

"So my dear Wife, what shall we name them? Our babes?"

"Jacaerys, after King Jaehaeris. And Lucerys after Lucerys Velaryon the Ship Master." Laenor couldn't help but be amused by how his wife had already picked out Verlaryon names.

Reaching out, Laenor ran his fingers over the chubby cheek of Jacaerys, "The heir to Driftmark. My heir."

He switched his attention to little Lucerys in his arms, "The heir to Crackclaw Point."

Rhaenyra smiled, but her attention was on the green dragon as she ran a gentle finger down the little ones back. Chirping the dragon did its best to clamber up her shoulder to get a better vantage point.

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Eventually the two were old enough to name their dragons.

Jacaerys chose the name Vermax, after the God of boundaries, travel, communication, trade, language, and writing. He had liked the stories and legends as a child and had decided the name was perfect.

Lucerys decided on the name Arrax, after the Ruler of the Gods, Arrax, who was also the God of law, order, justice, governance, and strength. He had always seen the world in black and white and sought to see justice for slights.

The two dragons grew up chasing after their riders throughout the castle, until they grew to large and had to find caves to nest in.

The Birth of Cregan Stark - 118 A.C.

Rhaenyra cursed Rickon for putting her through this again but the man simply held her hand and murmured reassurances. Laenor nor Daemon seemed able to handle the birthing room and neither Laena nor Rhaenys would make it in time. She screamed as another of pain hit her just in time for the castle to shake beneath the weight of a dragon.

Her eyes snapped open as Rickon cursed, reaching for the sword that was normally at his hip but had been forced to leave outside. The guards shouted at the door as the midwives panicked.

Rhaenyra's eyes drifted towards the window where a large yellow eye stared back, watching her. She screamed as another wave hit her and the oldest midwife rushed towards her to support her as she panicked.

It took another three hours for her next son to be born, with the dragon outside watching her the entire time.

When he was finally placed back in her arms, no longer bloodied, the dragon outside rumbled focus completely on the newly named Cregan Stark, Heir to Winterfell. It was then that Rhaenyra knew what she had to do.

Using her strength, she climbed out of the birthing bed, with Rickon supporting her while the Midwives fretted over her. He helped get her outside, with a retinue of knights and midwives at their back though they all froze when they found Vermithor perched on the castle, watching them wuth those yellow eyes.

Slowly, Rhaenyra approached him as he lowered his massive head to the walkway. His eye though was on the babe in her eyes as a low croon came from his throat.

Cregan gurgled, delighted as his tiny hands waved towards the huge, spiky dragon. Vermithor slowly leaned forward until the babe could slap a chubby hand against his nose, earning a squeal of genuine excitement from Cregan.

Her heart warmed even as her entire body ached from the pains of labors. Her son had claimed the Bronze Fury, dragon of King Jaehaeris himself.

The Birth of Baelon and Aemon Targaryen - 117 A.C.

Rhaenyra threw back her head with a fearful scream, clutching Rhaenys and Laena's hands like lifelines. The midwife in front of her urged her to push, which she did, whilst throwing out curses at her husbands though only Rickon was present.

The Northman hovered by her shoulders, prasiding her and taking her words without worry. He might not truly understand the pain of birth but his father had talked of how his own mother had cursed at him, and then had a second child.

"The babe is almost here, Princess. One more push."

"One more Rhaenyra," Rhaenys said, squeezing her hand. "Just one more. You can do it."

Screaming the vabe was finally pushed out but there was no cry and Rhaenyra felt her heart break, devestation filling her. Then a tiny wail cut the ait and she couldn't help the sob of relief.

"A boy, Princess, Lord Stark."

Rhaenyra went to reach for her baby only to feel another wave of pain that made her scream.

"The afterbirth," Another midwife said, pushing the other away. She leaned down only to freeze in shock before straightening. "Princess, you need to push. Now."

Rhaenyra screamed, louder than before, but did as she said. Across the room the babe wailed louder, as if he was afraid for her. With a final push, the midwife pulled a second babe from her. "Another boy, Princess, my Lord. Congratulations."

"Another?" Rhaenyra asked, staring at the bloodied babe in the womans arms. "Twins? How did-? How did the Maester not catch this?"

"Twins are difficult to catch, my Princess. But now we know how you carry twins and we can prepare next time."

Rhaenyra nodded slowly, but Laena was practically bouncing in place. "Oh, Cousin, twins! How wonderful! What shall you name them?"

Rickon and Rhaenys brought the cleaned babes to her allowing her to hold the oldest, who was quick to find her tit and latch on. The second was supported by Rhaenys and feasted as well.

"The oldest will be my heir. Baelon Targaryen, Heir to Dragonstone. The second will be Daemons heir. Aemon Targaryen, Heir to the Embar Glass Isles."

"Strong names," Rhaenys murmured, eyes softening.

"Thank you, Good-mother."

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Rhaenyra and her husbands all watched with bated breath as Baelon and Aemons eggs wiggled and cracked. Baelon suddenly cooed, reaching for his egg just as a large crack split it down the middle. It fell open revealing a deformed black, red, and gold dragon who lifted his head up and revealed green eyes watching them curiously. Baelon clapped in delight reaching for his hatchling who scrambled up the crib and used Rhaenyra's dress to get to him.

Aemon made the sane sound Baelon did and his own egg opened revealing a gold and red she-dragon who looked like a mirror image of Syrax when she was a hatchling. The hatchling sung her song and climbed up the crib before launching herself into Daemons arms to reach Aemon.

They all shared looks of awe. Syrax had laid the eggs almost as soon as Rhaenyra had announced her own pregnancy, and allowing her to take both eggs.

In the years following the hatchlings were eventually named Morghul, after the Valyrian word for death, and Shrykos for the goddess of roads.

King Viserys had called his Small Council, his daughter Rhaenyra, her husbands, the Velaryon family, his wife, and his sons. He announced that, as he had never announced an heir after disinheriting Rhaenyra, they were to show him why they should be the heir and eventual ruler of the Seven Kingdoms.

Otto went first, advacating for Aegon. "Aegon is your firstborn son, Your Grace. I believe the people would feel more assured if a son ascended the throne as we are in tumultous times. Perhaps in the future a Queen will rule, but I do not believe now is the time for change."

Alicent agreed, advicating for Aegon. "I agree with ny Father, your Hand, husband. Aegon has also been married by the faith to Halaena in the ways of the Targaryens and now has an heir himself. Jahaerys."

Tyland Lannister, Maester Orwyle, and Jasper Wylde all advocated for Aegon.

Rickon advocated for Rhaenyra. "Your Grace. My wife rebuilt the North, making us stronger than ever. Her farmers on Dragonstone taught ours to raise and shear sheep, and then make the wool into warm, thick clothes. And in winter their meat provides."

"Her dragons created caves to nest in and discovered iron depots within, allowing us to trade in iron and weapons. Our trade with the Vale, the Stormlands, Driftmark, the Embar Glass Isles, and Dragonstone has given us the supplies to prepare for winter."

"In 118, when we had settled she had fishermen sent to the North to test something. We learned there were plenty of clams, and fish for us, and now the sea provides as our woods do."

Laenor advocated for Rhaenyra. "My wife has helped repare the rift between your family, Your Grace, and mine. She has created the fleet of the Fourteen Flames led by Ser Vaemond Velaryon, my uncle, on the ship, Arrax that now patrols Dragonstones waters. She created the army of the Second Sons, giving second sons something to fight for. They now patrol Dragonstone and protect the people from traders and others who would do them harm."

Daemon advocated for Rhaenyra. "Your Grace, Rhaenyra has taken control of the Stepstones, or as we have renamed them, the Embar Glass Isles, because of their abundance of sea glass. This opened trade with Dorne themselves, who quite adore the shards. Almost every isle has a barrack or castle, a garrison to defend it, and a fleet to patrol the waters."

"Dragonstone is now the center of trade for the Vale, the Stormlands, the North, Driftmark, and the Isles. We want for nothing. We have enough coin to last us many years. The Seven Kindoms would prosper under her rule. And any man who decided that it wasn't her place to rule would face Dark sister and I. As well as our husbands, and their families and lands. No one would think to attack us if Rhaenyra ruled."

Corlys Velaryon advocated for Rhaenyra. "Princess Rhaenyra has repared the slight you dealt to us when you married a daughter from a second son without giving any others a chance. She has given my brother a place as fleet commander, my daughter is an ambassador for Rhaenyra in Pentos and Essos. My son is now her prince consort and would rule as King Consort beside her. Our trade has expanded because of her. What has your son done in the years he's been your supposed heir?"

Rhaenys advocated for Rhaenyra. "Your Queen spoke of how the succession has been secured because of Aegons single son, Jaeharys I believe. But Rhaenyra has 16 children. And if she became Queen all would be her line of succession until her eldest, Baelon had children. She has brought back the dwindling numbers of the Targaryen family, as well as the dragons."

"19 dragons currently rest on Dragonstone, and each has a rider. There is Syrax, Caraxes, and Seasmoke. There is Morghul, Shrykos, Āeksion, Ānogar, Moondancer, and Morning. Tyvaros, Meraxes, Tyraxes, Tessarion, Cloudjumper, Vermax, and Arrax. 3 of her children have claimed Vermithor, Silverwing, and Grey Ghost."

"Your family, Your Grace, has two dragons. Sunfyre, an adolescent who is barely larger than a carruage despite his age and Dreamfyre whose rider. I doubt would ever fight in a war."

Laena advocated for Rhaenyra. "Your grace, Rhaenyra has fone something no other woman has. She has allowed her daughters, alongside her sons, to learn to fight. Each is well versed in sword fighting alongside their prefferred weapon and all hold Valyrian weapons."

"Dorne has been brought into the fold because of Rhaenyra and likely would not respond well to Aegon who does not seem to have . . . the delicacy needed to speak with them."

Lyman Beesbury advocated for Rhaenyra. "Your Grace, I have served you well and Rhaenyra has done incredible work. The crown recieves more coin from the North, the Vale, the Stormalnds, and Driftmark, than every other land. It is because of her the crown is so well off. I believe that it is time for change. Princess Rhaenys was passed over because we weren't ready, but now . . . Now Rhaenyra is ready."

Viserys, who had gone pale hearing everything his daughter had done, especially after he learned of her children and their dragons, looked to Aegon. "And you, Aegon? What is your wish?"

Aegon hesitated, glancing between his own mother and grandfather before his eyes flickered to Rhaenyra. "I advocate for Princess Rhaenyra, Your Grace. She will sit the Iron Throne better than I ever could."

At his side Alicent paled dramatically, as Otto turned red. Aemond eyed his brother with confusion, but Haelaena, she looked satisfied, and relieved.

"Rhaenyra?"

"I advocate for myself, Your Grace. My husbands, my good-family, and Lord Beesbury have given you all why I should rule."

Viserys nodded, and slowly climbed to his feet. "I will make my announcent on the morrow. For now, I rest and think."

Once the king had left, and everyone else had left, leaving Alicent and Otto with her sons, Otto whirled on Aegon. "She will kill you! Do you not understand, you fool! The Princess will order Daemon to bring her heads to her jsut to make sure you could never rule. She will kill your son and your daughter."

"If Rhaenyra wanted your sons dead, she'd have had them killed years ago before she was disinherited," Daenon drawled, emerging from the shadows with two strangers at his side.

The one to his right had black, curly hair streaked with silver-gold, and dark, purple eyes that seemed to glow in the low light of the throne room. He wore red, black and gold armor over his riding leathers, with a longsword at his waist.

The one to his left had braided silver hair and pale lilac eyes that screamed amusement, his dark skin contrasting his companions paler skin. His armors were predominently gold and black with red braces on his armes over his rider leathers. He wore a longsword at his hip with a ruby cut in the shape of a tear drip resting on the pommel.

"Ah, yes. I guess you were nver introduced. Our sons, Baelon Targaryen, heir to Dragonstone, and Aemon Targaryen, Heir to the Embar Glass Isles.

Alicent paled further as the door was swung open and Rhaenyra, Rickon and Laenor swept inside with 14 more children, guards, and horrifingly, 18 Direwolves. Some stood as tall as horses or ponies while some weren't much bigger than dogs.

"I apoligize, Queen Alicent. I believed you all would have left to see to other things. I had hoped to show ny children the famed Iron Throne," Rhaenyra stated. The little girls at her side, who were twins so alike it was impossible to tell them apart were squinting at the throne before one spoke up.

"It's ugly, Muña. When you sit in it you should add cushions."

"Father has yet to make his decision Aemma. We do not know if I will sit the throne."

"The King would be dumb not to choose you."

"Alyssa," Rhaenyra warned.

The twin ti the meft grinned and chirped, " I'm Alyssa, Muña."

"Yeah. How could you confuse us?"

Rhaenyra sighed, though it was fond, and rest her hands on their braided hair. "If you continue switching places, I'll punish both of you."

Both girls backed down with a chorused, "Yes Muña. We're sorry, Muña."

Alicent watched as the oldest girl, at least she assumed, passed her mother to join her father and her brothers it seemed. She nearly recoiled when she saw the shaved side of her head, with all of her silver-gold hair braided into a single, thick braid.

The girl was closely followed by a curly white haired, lanky yoing man who seemed to be the same age as her. He seemed nervous, indigo eyes darting around and taking everything in.

Baelon smiled, leaning down slightly to press a kiss against his sister-wife's lips, murmuring a greeting.

With horror, Alicent watched as he did the same to Lucerys before he pulled them close so they could talk.

None of Rhaenyra's family seemed bothered by the heathens, but her family all looked horrified, or confused in Aegons case.

Aegons suddenly stepped forward calling for his sisters attention. Rhaenyra looked at him cooly, thoughts hidden beneath a mask.

"I wish to know what shall happen if you ascend the Iron Throne. Where will we go?"

"I have heard Prince Aemond is a skilled swordsman. If he wished he could squire beneath any of the Kingsguard, or ny own personal guard. And if he rose through the ranks, I see no readon for him not to become the leader of the Second Sons of Dragonstone."

"Prince Daeron, who must still be fostering in Hightower, could stay if he wished. There are rumors he is training to be a Maester, yes? Then he would be welcome as Dragonstones Maester should he ever wish. And if he chooses a different path, I am sure I will find a position for him."

"But I am unsure as to where to place you, Aegon. My son, Baelon, would be my cupbearer so I cannot offer you that position. And I doubt you'd want any other. Do you have any ideas?"

"Larys Strong has been officially titled the Master of Whispers. I admit the position is interesting."

"Then it would be yours. If you proved yourself capable of holding it. And Halaena. Wherever you wish to go, I will grant you."

"The keep is my home," Halaena murnured, feebly.

"And your home it would stay. Your mother could return to Oldtown or stay. It eould be her choice."

They all noticed how she said nothing of Otto.

Aegon hoped Viserys chose her. He didn't want to be King, he never had.

Rhaenyra hoped Viserys chose her. The Hightowers were destroying the realm. She would fix it an dleave it stronger than ever for her son and his.

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Chapter I (A whole new world)

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Kings Landing, the place where the Targaryen live. Rhaenyra and her family came back to kings landing to defend the rights of her son Lucerys Velaryon, they are currently in Rhaenyra and Daemon's Chambers when suddenly a bright light blinds them and they disappear, In another part of the castle the same happened to the Greens and the king, After the light, they all look around the strange room with confusion, the queen quickly guide her husband to a nearby sofa, Daemon walked around making sure there was no danger around them when he saw a table with pictures of a young girl holding a puppy, he quickly grabs it went back to the room were his family is "Look what I found" he said as he gives the frame to his wife, Rhaenyra confuse grab the frame and look at it "What is this and who is this?" she asks, her son entered the room from another entrance "Mother you should see this" Confuse both adults follow the younger boy, Alicent curiously followed them with her children behind her. They stopped in front of a wall with different pictures" It looks like they are the owners of this place" Jacaerys explains to his mother.

Meanwhile, in the streets of Somerset, Britain a girl with pink curls is seen walking with a black and white great dane next to her, she stopped next to a sweet shop and looks down at her dog "Sit...stay good girl" Aphrodite smiles and entered the shop. Later on, Aphrodite is seen in a cafe with expensive bags surrounding her chair, and Titan sitting down people-watching. Aphrodite decided to finally go back home after seeing that it was now nighttime, waiting for her butler to pick her and Titan up, A few minutes later Aphrodite is in the car with her butler Rusell "How was your shopping Miss?" he asks, his eyes on the mirror watching as she pets Titan "It was good" her Butler Eric smiled and paid attention to the road. Back in town, the lights of all the stores flicker. The car stopped in front of a gate door waiting for the door to open. Aphrodite got out of the car with some bags in her hands Titan followed her owner with a mini bag hanging out of her mouth.

Daemon put a finger on his lips when he heard a door being opened, everyone in the room stayed quiet as they listen. Hand in the handle of his sword Daemon walked closer to his wife and children, Aemond following his uncle's steps got closer to his mother and sister. Aphrodite keeps walking towards the living room unaware of the danger standing in the room. Titan smells a lot of new scents in her home she quickly ran to the living room making her owner fall.

Hearing a thump the two Targaryen men already had their swords ready. Suddenly a big four-legged creature ran into the room and the person who was closer, which was bad luck to be Otto Hightower "Father" Queen Alicent screamed out before they made any new movement a young girl ran into the room and stopped when she saw people she didn't recognize, quickly taking her taser out she pointed it at them. Everyone in the room stares at her making her more nervous "Who the hell are you?!" Titan quickly got off the man and ran to her owner standing in front of her in an attack position.

Aphrodite looked at everyone one by one "I say who the hell are you all?!" she screamed getting more frustrated "If nobody answers in two minutes I will call the police" Princess Rhaenyra saw how the girl was shaking and step out behind her husband, her son Aegon III in her arms "My name is Princess Rhaenyra and we just appeared in this place" Aphrodite pointed her taser to the voice and relaxed a bit when she got an answer "Princess? what do you mean you're a princess? and how the hell do a bunch of people appear in a room without explanation?!"  Rhanerya passed her young son to his brother and moved a little bit more to the girl still aware of the beast in front of the young girl.

Eric heard the young girl scream and quickly ran to the room and paused when he saw the situation "Eric thank god you here, I enter the room and suddenly this group of white and brown chocolate-headed people is standing in front of me, and I pretty much know that Titan gave the one in the floor a concussion" Aphrodite quickly say. Eric just stared. 

"Sir Eric, what are you doing here?" Queen Alicent asked the man who still stand still "Sir Eric what the hell do you mean sir eric and how the fuck do you know his name" Eric quickly shook his head "How are you all here" he ask and Queen Alicent just shake her head "We have no idea we just appear here" Eric nodded and look at Aphrodite " I never thought this day would happen" Aphrodite looked confused and look at the man "What are you talking about Eric, how do you know these people" Eric whistle getting Titan attention and making the big dog stand down but still cautious "I know them because they come from the same place I came from" Aphrodite looked confused and look between the group and her butler "What they came from your mother?" Eric shook his head "Miss Aphrodite they came from Kings Landing" Still confused the young girl stared at him "Is that what you called your mother Hoha?" Eric just sigh "I meant to say that they are not from this era, they along with me do not belong in the year" He explain.

"what you mean you don't belong in this year, then what year do you belong in... the 1800s" the girl joked but saw the seriousness of the man "Wait you actually saying that you belong in the 1800s?!" she ask now more nervous "Not exactly that year" "Then what year exactly you belong!" Aphrodite said with her voice higher "The year 100bc" Aphrodite shake her head and stepped back 'Youre lying...this has to be a joke...where is the camera?!" she started looking around when suddenly a pair of hands grab her shoulders and turn her towards the people who look at her strangely "There no camera miss Aphrodite just look at their clothes...hair and how they stand" the teen just look at them and turn to her butler and looked at his eyes "oh my god your not lying" the butler just shakes his head "I-I need a moment...maybe an hour...good night everyone if you all real...because I think I'm hallucinating...this has to be a dream" The girl walked out of the room. 

Once she was out of the room they turned to Eric who sigh. Upstairs Aphrodite looked down at the people on the balcony that stare out into her living room "Oh you guys are still there" Looking up the group saw the girl who just shake her head and walked away "Please forgive her...she needs time to understand, now who knows how long you all staying so ill take you to your rooms and tomorrow morning Ill get some change of clothes for all of you" Everyone followed Eric.

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Chapter X (A conversation between an heir and a Queen)

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Princess Amalthea walked down her castle with her hands behind her back ignoring the looks of the lords and ladies. Guards open the doors to the outside of the garden, and screeching sounds fly around the garden as the Dimorphodon flies around. Sitting on the ground Amalthea played around the pond. Queen Alicent walked into the garden and stopped when she saw Amalthea, She looked around and jumped when Amalthea spoke "Hello Queen Alicent" Alicent walked closer to her and started messing with her cuticles "How did you know it was me?" she asked making Amalthea look up "your footsteps" Alicent just nodded and step back when Astra flew down and landed next to the princess.

There was a silence between them for a while "I have seen how close you become with my son" Almathea already knew who the queen was talking about and nodded at her "I also seen how you two look at each other" the heir of lune look at the queen confused and keep playing with the water. Alicent looked around and slowly sat on the green grass and looked at the princess "I have never seen my son so...happy...last time I've seen him this happy is when he earned his dragon" Amalthea smiled and nodded "You make him happy" Alicent looked at the creature that was now laying her head on her mother's lap, Alicent looked at the princess and smiled "Can I ask you something?" Amalthea just nodded.

" A-Are you currently betrothed?" she asks now looking at the water, Amalthea just looked at her and knew where this was going...everyone knew the rumors about how they trying to put Aegon on the throne so a betroth between House Solar and the greens will make their chances of winning the war go up especially if the kindong of sol follows. But that won't work, House Solar nee House Moon has been loyal to those who have shown their loyalty to them and the house of the dragon has earned their loyalty, and Princess Rhaenyra has stolen the heart of Lune ever since she was babe so everyone is loyal to her.

"I am not" Amalthea replied and she now sat up more straight "I would like to have a betrothal between You and Aemond...I believe it will do good to both kingdoms" Amalthea shook her head and stood up making Astra wake up and screech " As nice that sounds your grace but I will marry for love and if I don't find love then I will be a husbandless queen with no children to pass my throne to...excuse me" Amalthea said as she start walking inside with Astra following behind her. Aemond was walking when he saw Amalthea speed-walking with Astra on her shoulders and screeching like crazy, he was about to speak but stopped when she walked past him not even glancing at him making him confused and watch as she walked away. He looked back where she came from and saw his mother at the doorway looking nervous, Putting two and two together he guessed that his mother said something to anger the princess making him sigh and walk towards his mother and hug her.

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Amalthea entered the family room with a slam making everyone in the room jump "Mi corazon what happened" the king asked as he watched his secondborn throw herself onto the sofa, Amalthea mumbled something making everyone confused "What?" Nash asked his aunt making her sit up "I was in the garden with Astra when Queen Alicent came in and asked me if I was betrothed I told her no and she thought a betrothed between me and Prince Aemond was a good idea to join our kingdom together but I told her no" Amalthea explain in one breath making Prince Daemon and Princess Rhaenyra confuse "Wait Queen Alicent asked you that?" Queen Europa asked her sister who nodded "I'm sorry Queen Alicent ask what?" Rhaenyra said looking at the family "The Queen wanted to betroth Amalthea with Prince Aemond" Queen Aquila responded making Daemon groan and shake his head "And Amalthea said no...but I thought you liked the prince?" Nash asked his aunt.

Amalthea groans and looks up to the ceiling "I do not like him...I just think he's cute and...nice" Jacaerys and Lucerys looked at each other and then at the Princess "But I told her I will marry for love not for anything else...before you say anything Nash I do not love him I barely know the guy" Nash close his mouth and kept reading "Oh sweetie,"  Aquila said as she hugged her daughter "Do not worry sweetie nobody will make you marry anyone I'll speak to the queen, face to face..queen to queen" Aquila said now standing up and making her way out "Well...Avia gonna put someone in their place" Nash said making his mother and father hit him over the head making him groan.

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Queen Aquila walked up to the chamber where the Queen Alicent stayed and knocked. Inside the room, a guard opens the door and announces Aquila making everyone stand up "Queen Aquila we didn't expect you" Alicent said as Aquila entered the room, Aquila entered the room and went straight to the queen ignoring everyone "This is the last time I'm telling you and your family this...I'm not going to marry my daughter off just because you think is a good idea to join the kingdoms together, if she does not want to marry that's her decision but I want my children and my grandkids to marry for love not for power so next time any of you ask to marry my daughter of grandson off to someone from your family or any i won't hesitate to kick all of you out and cut ties with your part of the family...Now I have nothing against Prince Aemond he looks like a nice man and I see the way he looks at my daughter I think they make a beautiful couple but you don't think they both are ready to marry" Aquila finished with a smile and started to walk away "See you during the ball"

Aemond looked at his mother "You wanted to betroth me to the princess?" he asked, Alicent quickly looked at her father and nodded "I thought it was a good idea since you two look fond of each other" Aemond sighed and looked down "Mother I like the princess but I won't trap her into a forced marriage she doesn't want...you don't even know if the princess like me back" Aemond made his way out of the chamber and start walking.

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Well new chapter for yall I'm gonna be honest I have not been inspired to write this story until today, it was kinda rush so I'm sorry if there were mistakes and that the chapter was short. Anyway have a good day,night or afternoon and I hope you liked this chapter.

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Chapter I {The Wishes}

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The death of Queen Aemma and Prince Baelon put kings landing quietly, a good queen and a future heir gone on the same day. It was dark the moon shine along the stars, Princess Rhaenyra the daughter and sister of the late queen and prince stares ahead, head empty. She felt numb, her father gave her the news of him finding a new wife, a year after her mother's death. she looked at the sky and watch as a star quickly passed by. sighing the princess put her hands together and look up and start praying to the old and new gods, praying that whoever becomes the next queen does not use the Targaryen for her own house benefit.

Meanwhile, her father, King Viserys stared outside his window wishing for the new and old gods to help him, to give him a wife that would be perfect for his kingdom, someone that will be there for him and his daughter along with the kingdom.

The gods felt pity for them, they have seen the future they knew the destiny of the Targaryens. The gods decided to help them this once, they decided to send them someone that will save them. And they chose Violeta Calla Santiago-Ramos a young adult that also needed a second chance. They have seen her future and past and also took pity on her but they also saw how good of a leader, she was a perfect fit to be a queen especially when they watch her kick ass while pregnant. 

Choosing her also made her wish come true, Violeta Ramos wished that she finds a man that will love her and be sweet and kind to not only her but to the little bundle that is growing inside of her. Sighing Violeta knew that her wish was a difficult one.

The gods decided to do something, and that something was to give the king a dream, a dream where he sees Violeta standing next to him talking to Rhaenyra rubbing her back and holding one of her hands. Since that dream, more were coming to him, one where she was carrying a babe, a babe that had her brown hair and eyes and a bump being shown by her dress. In another dream where She and Rhaenyra along with an older brown hair babe running around he could see that she was carrying a white hair babe with violet eyes similar to his but the babe look more like her than anything. Ever since those dreams he knew she was going to be his second wife, the gods where giving him dreams.

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Welcome to the Prologue of my new story, this is the third story from my House of the Dragon series, hope you enjoy it.

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After the death of his wife King Viserys, is getting pressured to find a new wife by his council members not knowing what to do the king makes a wish one night, that wish was for the gods to please send him a queen that will do her duty but also love him and his daughter.

After her mother's death, Princess Rhaenyra did not know what to do, she felt lost without her in her life, after finding out that her father is now looking for a new wife she always wished and prayed that her stepmother is someone that will care for her father and not use the Targaryen name just for power.

Violeta Ramos is a young woman in her middle 20s, if you ask the people that have met the girl they would tell you she is a nice sweet but sassy, and sarcastic girl but her taste in men was a bad one, always abusive and toxic. Many pity the girl especially in her condition now, pregnant and alone, with no family willing to help her. So one night she wished for someone that will care and love her for who she is, someone sweet and kind.

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Danna Paola as Violeta "Leta" Ramos 'Chosen by the Gods'

random orange cat as Loki  'The menace to society and the first time traveling cat'

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Welcome to the masterlist of my new story down below would be the chapters in order.

Summary- Where a pregnant young woman from 2023 travels back in time because of certain people's wishes that were made during hard times.

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Chapter I

Chapter II

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Chapter I {A whole new world}

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Kings Landing, the place where the Targaryen live. Rhaenyra and her family came back to kings landing to defend the rights of her son Lucerys Velaryon, they are currently in Rhaenyra and Daemon's Chambers when suddenly a bright light blinds them and they disappear, In another part of the castle the same happened to the Greens and the king, After the light, they all look around the strange room with confusion, the queen quickly guide her husband to a nearby sofa, Daemon walked around making sure there was no danger around them when he saw a table with pictures of a young girl holding a puppy, he quickly grabs it went back to the room were his family is "Look what I found" he said as he gives the frame to his wife, Rhaenyra confuse grab the frame and look at it "What is this and who is this?" she asks, her son entered the room from another entrance "Mother you should see this" Confuse both adults follow the younger boy, Alicent curiously followed them with her children behind her. They stopped in front of a wall with different pictures" It looks like they are the owners of this place" Jacaerys explains to his mother.

Meanwhile, in the streets of Somerset, Britain a girl with pink curls is seen walking with a black and white great dane next to her, she stopped next to a sweet shop and looks down at her dog "Sit...stay good girl" Aphrodite smiles and entered the shop. Later on, Aphrodite is seen in a cafe with expensive bags surrounding her chair, and Titan sitting down people-watching. Aphrodite decided to finally go back home after seeing that it was now nighttime, waiting for her butler to pick her and Titan up, A few minutes later Aphrodite is in the car with her butler Rusell "How was your shopping Miss?" he asks, his eyes on the mirror watching as she pets Titan "It was good" her Butler Eric smiled and paid attention to the road. Back in town, the lights of all the stores flicker. The car stopped in front of a gate door waiting for the door to open. Aphrodite got out of the car with some bags in her hands Titan followed her owner with a mini bag hanging out of her mouth.

Daemon put a finger on his lips when he heard a door being opened, everyone in the room stayed quiet as they listen. Hand in the handle of his sword Daemon walked closer to his wife and children, Aemond following his uncle's steps got closer to his mother and sister. Aphrodite keeps walking towards the living room unaware of the danger standing in the room. Titan smells a lot of new scents in her home she quickly ran to the living room making her owner fall.

Hearing a thump the two Targaryen men already had their swords ready. Suddenly a big four-legged creature ran into the room and the person who was closer, which was bad luck to be Otto Hightower "Father" Queen Alicent screamed out before they made any new movement a young girl ran into the room and stopped when she saw people she didn't recognize, quickly taking her taser out she pointed it at them. Everyone in the room stares at her making her more nervous "Who the hell are you?!" Titan quickly got off the man and ran to her owner standing in front of her in an attack position.

Aphrodite looked at everyone one by one "I say who the hell are you all?!" she screamed getting more frustrated "If nobody answers in two minutes I will call the police" Princess Rhaenyra saw how the girl was shaking and step out behind her husband, her son Aegon III in her arms "My name is Princess Rhaenyra and we just appeared in this place" Aphrodite pointed her taser to the voice and relaxed a bit when she got an answer "Princess? what do you mean you're a princess? and how the hell do a bunch of people appear in a room without explanation?!"  Rhanerya passed her young son to his brother and moved a little bit more to the girl still aware of the beast in front of the young girl.

Eric heard the young girl scream and quickly ran to the room and paused when he saw the situation "Eric thank god you here, I enter the room and suddenly this group of white and brown chocolate-headed people is standing in front of me, and I pretty much know that Titan gave the one in the floor a concussion" Aphrodite quickly say. Eric just stared. 

"Sir Eric, what are you doing here?" Queen Alicent asked the man who still stand still "Sir Eric what the hell do you mean sir eric and how the fuck do you know his name" Eric quickly shook his head "How are you all here" he ask and Queen Alicent just shake her head "We have no idea we just appear here" Eric nodded and look at Aphrodite " I never thought this day would happen" Aphrodite looked confused and look at the man "What are you talking about Eric, how do you know these people" Eric whistle getting Titan attention and making the big dog stand down but still cautious "I know them because they come from the same place I came from" Aphrodite looked confused and look between the group and her butler "What they came from your mother?" Eric shook his head "Miss Aphrodite they came from Kings Landing" Still confused the young girl stared at him "Is that what you called your mother Hoha?" Eric just sigh "I meant to say that they are not from this era, they along with me do not belong in the year" He explain.

"what you mean you don't belong in this year, then what year do you belong in... the 1800s" the girl joked but saw the seriousness of the man "Wait you actually saying that you belong in the 1800s?!" she ask now more nervous "Not exactly that year" "Then what year exactly you belong!" Aphrodite said with her voice higher "The year 100bc" Aphrodite shake her head and stepped back 'Youre lying...this has to be a joke...where is the camera?!" she started looking around when suddenly a pair of hands grab her shoulders and turn her towards the people who look at her strangely "There no camera miss Aphrodite just look at their clothes...hair and how they stand" the teen just look at them and turn to her butler and looked at his eyes "oh my god your not lying" the butler just shakes his head "I-I need a moment...maybe an hour...good night everyone if you all real...because I think I'm hallucinating...this has to be a dream" The girl walked out of the room. 

Once she was out of the room they turned to Eric who sigh. Upstairs Aphrodite looked down at the people on the balcony that stare out into her living room "Oh you guys are still there" Looking up the group saw the girl who just shake her head and walked away "Please forgive her...she needs time to understand, now who knows how long you all staying so ill take you to your rooms and tomorrow morning Ill get some change of clothes for all of you" Everyone followed Eric.

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Hi so this is a repost bc I didn't like the original chapter and storyline so I change some stuff, originally Aphrodite's parents were going to be time travelers but I didn't like that idea so I changed it and I actually like this storyline so much better.

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this. Stay hydrated and have a good morning, afternoon, and night. 

bye :)

Past Meet Future Prologue/cast

New story!!! I hope you guys like it, this story is in my Wattpad also and there will be a chapter on the visuals ill try to put those same visuals in another post

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Aphrodite Angelo is a girl that is very known to the world, her parents are famous business owners. Aphrodite never grew up with her parents they were always so busy with their businesses that they forget that they have a child, she grew up with her butler and her babysitter. Being an only child she was always lonely and never had anyone to play with her so at the age of ten she convince her parents to get her a dog and they did, that was the only time that she ever talked to her parents without being ignored by them. Now fourteen she changed a lot, she became more independent and took things to her own hand. Everything was normal for the girl until one day everything changed in her life.

Bailey Bass as Aphrodite Angelo "The crazy rich teen"

Rosie Perez as Rosabell Angelo " Absent parent #1"

Idris Elba as Roman Angelo "Absent parent #2"

Sean Bean  as Rusell Jones "The father figure"

Helena Bonham Carter as Sally Sweeny "The mother figure"

HOTD cats as their characters

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Summary- Where the greens and blacks travel through time by accident and meet a sixteen-year-old girl that has a dark sense of humor.

Second House of the Dragon AU book House Solar and this book are inspired by House of the Dragons

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Chapter I { A whole new world}

Chapter II {The Morning After}

Chapter IX (The Eclipse Carnival)

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The Eclipse festival is an event that is always celebrated once a moon, where the townfolks make fun games and prizes for all of Lune and Sol. Princess Rhaenyra looked out the window of her chambers where she could see the whole city of Lune "What are they doing?" she asked a maid who was fixing her dress "They are preparing" Rhaenyra looked at both of their reflections in the mirror "Preparing for what?" the maid step back and start doing some finishing touches with her hair "The Eclipse festival...the townfolks make games and prizes for both Lune and Sol, it last until midnight" she continues when she saw the confused face of the princess "The royal family invited everyone who came to celebrate the name-days of princess Amalthea and Prince Nash" the maid finished with a bow and left the room. Rhaenyra looked at her husband who sat on the bed putting his shoes on.

Amalthea made her way to the garden where everyone is eating their dinner, her lavender dress being grabbed by her hands, purple jewelry shining bright when the sun hit them, and Violet's hair up in a bun with braids around the bun. Amalthea gave the other houses a small hello as she walk towards her table where her family sat. Prince Nash turns his head and saw his aunt making her way toward them "Well, well, well bonum mane matertera, woke up late huh?" Amalthea slap him on the head, ignoring his hiss she went to kiss her mother and father on the cheek "Amalthea where were you?"Epsilon asks his youngest "I was taking a nap, the gods know I need it" Amalthea grabbed a plate and start putting food on her plate.

Prince Aemond follows the Princess of Lune with his eye as she walks by his family table "One dance changes everything" Heleana whispers under her breath as she watches the princess walk by. "Fancy her brother?" Aegon ask as he refill his cup for the fourth time, Aemond said nothing as he watch the princess hit his nephew on the head. "Aemond has not taken his eye off the princess," Viserys said as he watch his son, Alicent turned towards her son and saw the way he follow the princess with his eye making her smile a little.

After dinner, everyone made their way to the middle of the city where there were small shops set up. Amalthea walked around guards following behind her as she look at the small shops "Princess is good to see you here" Amalthea smiled and look at the man "What new in the shop Antonio?" the man only smile and turn to get a box from the table behind him. Amalthea grabbed the box from him and open it, she finds a necklace with a purple and white stone around the necklace with a big purple stone in the middle two small purple stones dangling next to the big one, and a heart shape above the stone that connect all the parts of the necklace together. In the box, there were also a pair of earrings with the same stone dangling down and a ring that have the shape of a crown with a big purple stone in the middle, diamonds surrounding the band, and finally a pearl cover bracelet with a heart in the middle being held by two diamond cover strings. Amalthea looks at the jewelry and looks up at Antonio "It is for you princess, I made it just for you...a name day present" The princess smiles and closes the box "Thank you Antonio" Amalthea secretly left some money on his table where he can see it later.

Aemond was following the princess, watching how she interact with her people. Aemond saw the love she have for her kingdom and the people, he saw how the townfolks admire and respect her. Amalthea knew the one-eyed prince was following her but she didn't mind, yes it was a little weird but she doesn't mind it too much so she decided to surprise him. The prince looked around trying to find violet hair in between the crowd "What are you looking for?" a female voice said behind him making him turn around fast, hand on his sword "Where did you come out of?" he ask as she just smiles at him warming his heart, Gods, he feels like he going to die just by looking at her. They keep looking at each other until drums were heard coming from somewhere in the place, Amalthea knowing the beat Amalthea grab the prince's hand and made him follow her to the sound of the drums.

The band of lune starts playing the song that the princess love. Townfolks made their way to the middle and start dancing. Amalthea smiles as she watches everyone dance to the beat, she turns to the prince who looks in awe. Quickly grabbing both of his hands she took him to the middle "Come on let us dance" Aemond looked panicked but Amalthea ignore him and faced him "I do not know how to dance to this music "Follow my lead" A new song starts playing as Amalthea start moving her body "Come on" Aemond start looking around and saw the men doing the same dancing so he decided to try it. Both royals start moving with the music as everyone gave them space, Keeping eye contact all the time. 

"Is that Aemond?" Otto asks his daughter who turns and looks in that direction. Alicent gasped as she watches her son dancing with the heir of Lune "One dance changes everything" Helaena said as she also watch her brother dance with Amalthea. Viserys smiles at his son making Alicent eyes teary. Queen Aquila and King Epsilon watch the two royals and smile at each other recognizing the faces of the two, After all, how they looked when they were young. 

The dance ends with Aemond twirling the princess around, loving the sounds of her giggles. He helped the princess balance herself as she grab his shoulders "Thank you Prince Aemond for this dance" Aemond bowed and smiles and her "No thank you Princess I never had that much fun dancing" Both of them smile at each other as they made their way to the Solar table "Queen Aquila King Epsilon" Aemond bowed making both adults smile "Prince Aemond hope you having a good time" Aemond nodded "I am, I have never seen something like this" Aquila smile and said "Well you haven't seen the best part yet, It is Amalthea favorite part" Aemond look confused but nodded and bowed again "Excuse me I see that my mother is calling for me" they watch as Aemond made his way to his family table. Aquila turns to her daughter "vis eum" Amalthea turn to her mother almost getting whiplash "Mater" she gasped as her mother just smirks and wink at her daughter "What is true" Amalthea groaned and sat down.

A splash of color hit the sky getting the attention of everyone. Fireworks went flying, brightening the sky and town. Aemond looks at the fireworks and then at Amalthea who just smiles and as she watches the sky shine with different colors, he remembers what the queen said and smiles. Amalthea feels eyes on her, she turns and makes eye contact with Aemond whose smile brightens as he notices her looking at him, Amalthea also smiles. Both never take their eyes off each other.

And just like the fireworks the hearts of the Heir of Lune and the second son of king viserys explode with feelings...for each other. Not knowing that they change the tragedy that was going to happen. After all, a dance changes everything, just like Helaena said.

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Thank you for reading hope yall liked it. Sorry, it is taking longer for me to update I need ideas so if you guys have any please tell me. Anyway love using Helaena as a human spoil alert because let's be honest she is just that. Hope you guys have a good morning, night, and afternoon. Talk to u in the next chapter.

bonum mane- good morning

matertera- aunt

Sic- yes

vis eum- you want him

Mater - mother

New Books idea

So...I have two new book ideas for another house of the dragon fanfic. One is that the characters from the show travel to time and land on the year 2023 where they meet a teen girl and start living with her until they figure out how to travel back to their time.  The second book is reverse, a young pregnant woman from 2023 travel to the year where Rhaenyra already lost her mother and the counsel is forcing the king to re-marry and then becomes Queen when Viserys took a liking to her. So she basically prevented the dance. 

So yea those are my new book ideas..hopefully you guys like this ideas because Im already making them :)

VIII(The Dinner)

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The doors of the dining room opened as Amalthea enter the room and went to her chair "Beautiful night isn't it?" Viserys asks as he looks out the window of the dining room making everyone look at him "Yes a beautiful night... We going to have a full moon, I remember that Amalthea was born on a full moon... All the animals were going crazy" Aquila said as everyone looked at her and smile. Prince Aemond look up from the table and made eye contact with Amalthea who smiles at him making him turn his sight back to the table, red spreading on his cheeks. Amalthea kept her eyes on the one-eyed prince as voices went all around the room. Plates now full of food both royal family start eating. "Quee Aquila I have a question?" said the queen turning her head to Alicent and nodding "When is princess Amalthea becoming queen?" Aquila smiled and took a sip of her drink and made eye contact with Amalthea "Well Amalthea will become queen when she is the age of two and one" Alicent nodded and turned to her father and took a sip of her own drink.

Prince Aegon bit a piece of his food and turn red, sweat dripping from his forehead "Aegon are you alright?" Alicent asks her son. Aegon grabs his cup and chugs his drink "Oh dear is he alright?"  Amalthea just smirks and continues eating. Aemond sees the smirk looks between her and his brother. Epsilon went to Aegon and check his food "He is going to be fine...he just ate a jalapeno" He looked at one of the maids "Bring some milk for the prince" Otto look at Amalthea "You think this is funny?" making his way over to her making her quickly get up and face him, gripping her wrist "Careful Hightower you may be the king's hand but you nor the kings family have any authority in this kingdom" Otto clench his hand and was pushed back by a guard "Careful Hightower you don't want to start a war" Daemon said as he was now on his feet along with his wife who looks concerned for the princess "Hightower step back from my daughter" Otto look at the princess who just stares at him waiting for a move.

Otto step back when Nash got up and push him back "My grandmother said to step back" Otto was grabbed by his arm by the king who made him turn to look at him "You ever do that again and I will send you back to Oldtown" Alicent look at her father and shake her head. Aemond turned to the princess who was now sitting, he catch her attention and bow his head down. Amalthea understanding his action nodded and gave him a quick smile.

After dinner, Amalthea and her guard walk to her chambers when Aemond appears "Princess Im sorry for my grandsire" Amalthea just shook her head "Is not your fault prince Aemond it's not your fault" It was Aemond's turn to shake his head "I know that but he should not have grabbed you like that" Amalthea grab his hand making him step back but she quickly pulled him back to her "Its fine Prince Aemond, I can see that he thinks he has more power just because he is the king's hand, well not here. lune and sol are separated from the seven kingdoms for a reason" Letting go of his hand she smiles at him and touches his cheek making him move his face back "Good night my prince" Aemond stepped to the side letting her pass "Good night princess"

When Amalthea got to her chambers she says her goodnight to her guard and lay on her bed with a small smile.

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Hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Have a good day, night, afternoon, or morning. Talk to you in the next chapter

Quomodo rex- How is the king

Sanitas regis est questus melior- The king's health is getting better

Chapter VII (A Heiress and a second son)

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Prince Aemond Targaryen the second son of king Viserys Targaryen is seen walking around the castle ignoring the stares of the ladies watching him like a hawk, a screech is heard in the sky looking up Aemond saw two weird flying creatures flying around and crashing with each other but they quickly start flying again and they landed on top of the castle "Cute aren't they?" a soft voice said next to Aemond making him turn his head "What?" Amalthea looked at him and whistled and in a second one of the creatures landed near them, cuddling into Amalthea's leg, Aemond stepped back as he see the weird-looking creature "This Astra means star in greek, and that one up there is Aten name after the Egyptian god of the sun, he's my nephews " Aemond watched as the princess of lune bend down and scratch Astra's head "I had never seen a creature like that" Astra look at Aemond and screech " Astra and Aten are dimorphodon, I discover their species when I went to one of my adventures, they were just babes when I found them...hiding behind the dead body of their mother so I took them and gifted one to Nash" Amalthea look at Astra who decided to go fly "They look like dragons but smaller" Aemond said as he watches the two flying g siblings fly "That's because both creatures may share the same bloodline" Aemond nodded.

Prince Aemond does not know what he thinks of the heiress of lune, he never met someone like her. The next time he saw the princess where the dragons and the other creatures were staying, she fed her snake with Astra behind her. Vhagar nudges Aemond getting his attention and making him pat her, he turns to look at the princess but he instead sees black orbs looking at him. Calypso watch Aemond, Aemond took his eye off Amalthea and look at his dragon.

The third time Aemond saw Amalthea she was walking with her nephew, her violet hair flying freely with the wind, diamond earrings shining with the sun. He sees the two teens talking seriously making him curios making him get closer "Nash I can't keep making excuses for you, you have to tell Europa and Arthur" Nash looks down and sigh "How can I tell them, would they even accept" Amalthea softly smile at him and grab him by the shoulders "Nash they will love anyway, no matter what" Nash look up with teary eyes "Ill love you no matter what" Amalthea grabbed him by his shoulders and kiss his cheek. Aemond watches the two heiresses and walks away from them, Amalthea catches silver hair in the corner of her eyes making her head turned slightly, and saw prince Aemond walking away. The fourth time Aemond saw the princess was at the ball with the folk people, he watched her dance, and laugh with all of them, He and everyone else knew she'll be a great queen one day.

The fifth time he saw her was when she was talking to the sons of Rhaenyra and Daemons girls "Lune is very beautiful my princess" Lucerys told the princess as he watch the waterfall "Thank you" Aemond got closer to them and silently watch them "Dont be shy prince Aemond there space for you" Aemond staid still "How did you know it was me?" he asks making his way next to her pushing Jacaerys out the way making him stumble into Baela, Amalthea side eye them and shake her head slightly "A royal guard has to teach me how to recognize someone footsteps, Sine you and your family arrived in Lune I have been studying all of your footsteps and movements" everyone look at her with a shocked face "And why would the heir of lune need to learn that?"Aemond asks making her face him and making eye contact with his one eye " Well as an heiress and next queen of Lune I need to be aware of who is standing or walking behind me" Amalthea explains as she watches all their faces. Aemond smirked and look down "Never heard of something like that... it's smart," Jacaerys said making the princess nod "If you like one of the guards can teach you that my prince, after all, you be taking the throne after your mother and of course, your betrothed should learn this as your future queen" Jacaerys nodded and look at Baela who also smiled "We would love that princess," Baela said making Amalthea smile "Alright Ill talk with Ser Sebastian as soon I can" Aemond only watch her as she smiles, Violet hair shinning bright in the sun.

By the end of the week, Prince Aemond's heart has been captured by the princess without him knowing.

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Hello...I know I haven't updated in a long time but that's because I have been lazy lately plus I was testing all last week. Something I have decided to change is that I won't be putting images of the outfits they are wearing, the reason is that I feel like I waste a lot of time doing that and there are a lot of images I have to download on my computer, the times I'll do that is when there is a ball going on, In my other books Ill still be doing this because its only one main character and not a bunch like this one. Anyway hope you guys liked this and sorry if is short, have a great night, day, morning, or afternoon.

Chapter VI (The Townspeople party)

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The day has come when the townspeople of both Lune and Sol are invited to the castle of either kingdom to celebrate the name day of two royals.  Again in the castle Luna, every servant is busy preparing the room where the party will be, the royals once again getting their gowns and dresses fit for the party.

Amalthea look at herself in the mirror and smile "Lady carmen you always know how I like my dresses" Carmen smiled and finish the last touch "Thank You princess" Amalthea doors chambers open, and her sister Queen Europa entered, Carmen quickly bowed to her and continue her work "Excited sister?" she asks her younger sister as she sat down in one of the sofas in Amalthea's chamber  "Of course I am, I love celebrating my name day with the townfolks" Europa smile, ever since Amalthea and Nash were little they sneak out to the town and make friends and since then the two teens always demand the townspeople to be included in their name day "You really love them?" Amalthea smiled and watch as the townfolks entered the castle "They are my future sister, I'll be the one protecting them next" Europa smiled and went to hug her.

Meanwhile, The Targaryen mines the children were with the Queen and King, a maester of Lune tenting Viserys "Your majesty forgive me but why does lune maester have to take care of the king when he has his own"  Otto asks the Queen who only looks at him "Maester Carlos has worked with this type of condition before, he taught me, my mother, sister, and daughters on how to take care of any wound"  Otto look annoyed but hold it in knowing if he says anything else the queen will kill him "Excuse me, your grace, did you say that Maester Carlos has seen this before?" Rhaenyra ask looking at her husband and back to the queen "Yes, maester Carlos has worked this with my father when he was younger, my father cut his hand with his iron sword and he thought of nothing until he was feeling horrible, he went to maester Carlos and maester Carlos quickly mix up some herbs and it helps my father, of course, it didn't help right away my father had to take the herb every day until he was better" Aquila got closer to both viserys and the maester "We found pit it was an infection giving by the iron, so my father decided that all the kingdom have this medicine because we all have something made out of iron in our homes, do every day we take this medicine for one year and then we will not be too affected" Otto just look at the queen with narrow eyes "What effect will it give my brother?" Daemon asked as he got closer to his brother " Well the king's condition is more advanced than any case we had but if we make the medicine stronger and he takes it every day his health will make progress" Rhaenyra sighed with relief and became curious, Aquila mother and sister entered the room, Vega with a bunch of herbs in her hands and a bag hanging from Capella's  shoulders "I have a question maester, Carlos" she said as she watches Vega and Capella mixing a bunch of ingredients together "Ask away princess" maester Carlos said as he start to wash his hands with a bowl that holds warm water "Does milk of poppy and maggost eating the infected flesh help my father with his condition?" Otto look at the princess and was about to talk when a voice stoped him "Milk of poppy and maggots?" Capella said with horror in her eyes.

Daemon and Rhaenyra look at each other " Milk of poppy only will help with the pain but not with the infection, while maggots...I believe maggots just make the infection worse" Maester Carlos said as he pour the medicine into a cup, Daemon and Rhaenyra looked at Otto and Alicent with murderous faces"You must be wrong then because it has been helping the king" Vega got closer to the hand "Maester Carlos cure my late husband with this same medicine when he had this condition and lived, are you really doubting a medicine that helped a king?" Otto just stayed silent "soror, faciamus aliquid de hoc, illa duo sunt occisio eum" Capella share her concern with her sister "bene dicis" the queen got up from her chair "As Queen of lune I decided to make maester Carlos the kings caretaker while he and his family stay in lune" Otto looked angry but stayed quiet along with his daughter who only nodded, meanwhile Rhaenyra look relive and smiled "My Queen during the kings and his family stay the king will be making process" Aquila nodded and look at the king "I would do anything to make sure you be healthy and that rhaenyra sits in that throne" she whispers to the king who can barely look at her.

Nash looks at himself in the mirror and smiles "look at you, you are about to turn ten and five, and soon going to be the king of Sol" Nash turned around and saw his father standing behind him "Deus you scared me!" Arthur chuckled and got closer to him "You have made me and your mother proud son"  nash smiled and wrap his arms around his father "Now come on it's time to celebrate" Nash nodded and follow his father.

All the townspeople and houses are standing around the ballroom, eating and drinking. The main doors of the room open, and the Solar family enters with Queen Aquila and King Epsilon in front and behind them Princess Amalthea who was waving and smiling at the common folks, The royal family of Lune got to their sits and stand in front of them and watch as the Martell's family entered the same pattern as the Solar's. Queen Aquila smiled and look at everyone in the room "Thank you all for being here to celebrate the week of the princess and prince name day, Enjoy yourself" Music started playing after Aquila's speech. Amalthea looked around the room and smile seeing everyone happily dancing, her parents already on the dance floor.

  Viserys watch his daughter and brother dancing together "Would you like to dance my king?" a calm voice said behind him, Europa stand there with a kind smile and a hand in front of him "Queen Europa I believe that the king is too sick to dance" Alicent said but Europa just look at her and return her vision to the king "I will be honored" Alicent shakes her head "Husband you are sick" Viserys just shakes his head "Maester Carlos said that moving would be good for me" Europa softly took the king and guide him to the dance floor where a lot of folks made space for them. Rhaenyra gasped, tears forming in her eyes as she watches her father dance, her husband Daemon also watch his brother dance, right there Rhaenyra was so glad to see that the medicine is helping her father. Europa look at the princess and made eye contact with Daemon who nodded and grab his wife and got closer to the two, Europa look at the king "Why not dance with someone special" Viserys look at her confused but she only smiles and stepped away, Rhaenyra came to view, tears running down her cheeks "father" Viserys smiles and grab his daughter's hands. Alicent watched father and daughter dancing together and a small smile formed on her lips "Queen Alicent would you like to dance?" Alicent looks at the hand and then to the face and saw King Arthur, she looks shocked and looks at the hand for a bit but eventually grabs the hand and lets Arthur guide her to the dance floor. That day the Alicent children saw her smile for the first time.

Aemond looked around the room and made eye contact with Amalthea who wave at him, he just nodded at her making her smile fade a little "A broken heart will be repair by fire" Helaena whispered next to him. Hours pass and the party started to become small little by little "Everyone thank you for coming" Amalthea said as she says her goodbye to all the folks. On her way to her chambers, she saw Aemond taking his brother by the arm "Prince Aemond, prince Aegon is everything alright?" Aemond just stares at her, and Amalthea just sighs and looks at Aegon "If you call maester Carlos he can give your brother something for tomorrow, good night" she walked away her guard following her. Aemond watches as the princess walks away and grabs his brother and takes him to his chambers.

Amalthea sat on her vanity and let her maids brush her hair "Have you talked to you know who" the teen just look at her maid "We decided to stop, said that he was not ready for this responsibility" her maid Angela gave her a quick hug "Love sometimes don't work out, but do not worry a new love will find you" Amalthea nodded and quickly wipe her tears. In bed, Amalthea lays there with a broken heart, her eyes start to close themself putting her into a deep slumber not knowing that her future is in the same castle as her.

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soror, faciamus aliquid de hoc - sister, let's do something about this

illa duo sunt occisio eum- Those two are killing him

bene dicis - you are right

This is what I imagine them wearing 

Aquila - https://www.pinterest.com/pin/219128338110419256/

Epsilon - https://www.pinterest.com/pin/105693922489894629/ 

Amalthea - https://www.pinterest.com/pin/770467448754679557/ 

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Europa -https://www.pinterest.com/pin/10766486601834207/  

Arthur-https://www.pinterest.com/pin/4644405845823035/ 

Nash - https://www.pinterest.com/pin/3237030974870641/ 

Chapter V (The Hunt pt II)

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Amalthea is seen sitting down with Nash eating cake and judging the ladies from other houses, a man got closer to the two and smiles and bows to the princess and prince "Happy name days my princess and prince" Amalthea smiled "Thank you Lord Stark" both teens say at the same time "I have brought a present for you two" Lord stark call a man over with his hand, the man bows and place a blue box in front of the princess and a similar box in front of the prince. The princess opens the box and gasps, inside the box is a diamond necklace with matching earrings and two feather-like hairpieces, and a ring with the lune symbol in the middle, the prince opens his and saw a gold-handled dagger with a similar ring to his aunt but this one has Sol symbol "Thank you lord stark" both of them said smiling, Lord stark smile and bows "Happy name day again princess and prince" both teens smile and watch as he walks away. The hunt was about to start whoever brought the biggest animal is the winner.

Princess Amalthea decided to stay with her sister as her mother and father has gone on the hunt, she currently eating cake when she saw princess Rhaenyra eating lemon cake "Princess" Rhaenyra turn around and saw Amalthea smiled"Princess Amalthea last time I saw you was on your first name day" Amalthea nodded and look at the lemon cakes "You like lemon cake also?" Rhaenyra smiled and nodded "These are delicious who made them" Amalthea beamed "I did" Rhaenyra look at her shocked "Really?"  the princess nodded "I've been baking since I was ten, my grandmother thought me how" the two heirs are seen walking to a table and start having a conversation. The King sees the two heirs smile and turn to his wife "When Rhaenyra and Princess Amalthea become queens they going to continue our peaceful alias" Alicent look at the two with a look in her eyes and looks at her father.

After the hunt, Nash sees the two sons of Rhaenyra looking down as ladies talk about them "Prince Jacaerys and Prince Lucerys would you like to join me?" the two princes look surprised and made their way to Nash who starts taking arrows from a bag "Have you ever use a bow?" Nash asks, and the two princes shake their heads "Would you like to learn?" they nodded and Nash smiles and grab two more bows "Here I teach you" he grabs an arrow from the floor and put it on the bow "Just put the arrow here and then hold it like this, pull, aim and shoot" the arrow went flying and hit the bullseye, the two princes did what Nash told them and aim it, sadly the arrows fall on the floor "That was sad" Nash look them "No worries these bows are harder I believe a crossbow will be easier for you two" Nash grab his and Amalthea crossbow and gave it to them "How do you use this?"  Lucerys ask looking at the purple crossbow "Well you just put the arrow in here and it will stay, you just have to aim and pull the string and then let it go" the prince said as he put an arrow in the middle and helped the prince aim it "Put your body like this and take a deep breath and never take your eyes off the target and when you ready just let go of the string"   Lucerys nodded and took a deep breath and let go of the string, the arrow hit the target, Lucerys smile, and Nash cheer "See you did it" Lucerys nodded and look at his brother. Rhaenyra smile at her sons, happy that they are making friends with Prince Nash "Ah I see my son is teaching your sons how to use a crossbow" looking next to her she saw King Arthur "How long does Prince nash know how to use the crossbow?" Rhaehnyra asks "Nash and Amalthea start their lesson when they were seven" Daemon looks impressed.

Amalthea is seen looking around and spots Princess Helaena with her children who were sitting down on the floor, Amalthea made her way towards them "Hello Princess" Helaena turn and smiles at Amalthea "Princess Amalthea" she bows but Amalthea stops her "No need we both princesses, now who are these cuties?" she asked as she sat down with them on the floor "This is  Jaehaerys and Jaehaera" Amalthea smiled at them "They are very cute, I guess they got that from their mother" Helaena smiled "So I heard that you like bugs, I'm must say I was surprised to find out that someone is also curious about them" Helaena look at Amalthea with a shocked face "Yes, how did you know?" Amalthea just pointed at the spider in Helaena's hand "The first thing you did when you sat down was play around with the insects" Helaena put her head down "hey it's okay I was like that when I was younger, my father bought me a book of different type of insects and must I say I learned a lot, you can have it if you want" Helaena shakes her head "No it's an ok princess you can keep it" Amalthea just smile "No it's fine I don't need it anymore, I give it to you when we go back to the castle"Helaena smiled.

The girls stayed talking with each other until nighttime came out, Queen Aquila got up from her chair and cling her fork with her cup "Lords and ladies thank you for participating in today's hunt, tomorrow morning we make our way back to the castle, have a good night" the queen said and dismissed everyone. Everyone in the camp made their way to their tent to have a good rest.

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Thank you for reading hope you like this chapter, I was kinda rushing through this chapter. I'm also sorry for not posting this soon it's just that I got lazy these past few days.

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Chapter IV (The hunt)

Masterlist

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Maids were running around with plates full of food, and some maids were doing final touches in the ballroom. In the bigger room royal family and all the houses were sitting waiting to eat breakfast, Queen Aquila turned to her sister "Where are Amalthea and Nash?" princess Capella shrugged her shoulders, Aquila sighed and looked at her daughter, Europa just sighed and got up getting everyone attention "Please forgive my son and sister for being late it's very rare that they late" Epsilon got up from his chair and made his way to the door a little later Arthur follow his steps. Meanwhile, the prince and princess were still sleeping after they sneak out to go to a party and got a little drunk with the wine. The King knocks on the door of his daughter's chambers "My king Nash is not in his room" the voice Arthur says behind him, the king only sighs and knocks harder on the door, on the other side of the door they hear a yelp and a stultus following after, the doors open Amalthea stand there looking at her father and good-brother "What?" Epilson pushes her off the way and enters her chambers.

Arthur closes the door with a sigh and went to his son that is laying on the floor, and smack his head, once, twice, and even a third time but he still won't wake up "You missing breakfast Amalthea, all the lords and ladies are in the dining room questioning themself where are the two people they come to celebrate" Amalthea groan and look at her father "Now I would like to know why were you and your nephew still sleeping at this hour and why Nash is in your floor pass out?" Arthur took the cup his son had in his hand and smelled it"Wine" Amalthea shut her eyes while Epsilon took a deep breath "You two went to a party" he said already knowing the answer "...Yes" Epsilon just sigh "Just get ready...I call your maids and please wake up Nash" The king says walking out the door "After waking Nash up please send him to his chambers so he can also get clean up" Arthur said looking down at his son and going to the door "Alright" After both kings left Amalthea to look at her nephew and grab him by his collar and slap him, waking him up "What the fuck" he screams, Amalthea help him get up and push him out the door "Ser Isac, can you please take my nephew to his chambers and please tell his maids to prepare him a bath" the guard nodded and took Nash arm. After bath Amalthea stand in front of the mirror looking out her window "Is this a good princess" her maid ask looking up at her, Amalthea just nodded and dismiss her.

The doors of the dining room open "Princess Amalthea heir of Queen Aquila, future queen of Lune, Prince Nash heir of Queen Europa future king of Sol" a guard announce as the two teens walk through the door, everyone stand up and bowed to them, both teens loom forward and got to their sit and sat down. Aquila looks at the two and sighs "Thank you all for being here to celebrate Princess Amalthea and Prince Nash's ten and five name day, now we can eat" The queen says. After Breakfast everyone went to the carriages and went to a place where the Lunes always celebrate the name days of their family, the field where they hunt. Queen Aquila allowed house stark to take their direwolf and house Targaryen to take their dragon, after all, they also take their basilisk and phoenix with them.

Princess Amalthea and Prince Nash sat on top of their basilisk as they follow their family carriage. The Prince looks at his aunt and smirks "Wanna raise?" Amalthea smirked and look at him "Dear Nephew when will you learn that Calypso is faster than Cosmo?" Nash glare at her "Very well, mother me and Nash are gonna raise see you in the field" Aquila just nodded and watch as their basilisk stopped and step aside. Everyone in their carriages looks confused seeing the princess and prince stopping "Ready Nephew?" Amalthea says "Ready" they both look ahead as their basilisk playfully hisses at each other "unus... duo...tres...GO" Amalthea counted, Both basilisks start moving as fast as they can, passing by the line of carriages that are following the Queen and Kings "vos eundo deorsum matertera" Nash screams as he look at his aunt "in somniis tuis" Amalthea bend down and told calypso "Calypso finish him" with that the purple basilisk went faster "Hey not fair!" Nash screams.

Calypso stops as soon as he enters the field where there were maids, none were scared as they saw the snake. The princess got down and waited for the rest "Princess would you like some cake?" a maid ask as she hand the princess a plate "Thank you Miri"Amalthea say with a smile, she stab a piece of cake and gave it to Calypso "Here you go my sweet" A hiss was heard behind her, Cosmo enters the field "That was not fair Aunt" Amalthea just rolled her eyes "Stop bitching about the race, Calypso is not nickname the great lighting for nothing" As the rest of the carriages arrive both snakes were seen hissing at each other "Let me guess Calypso wins again" Capella's voice said behind both teens, Amalthea smirked and walk away. As everyone starts doing their own things they turn around and saw both basilisks now wrap and rolling around with each other, every house look scared while the royal family and the maids and guards were not fazed by the action of the two snakes, suddenly a red and blue basilisk approach the two and hiss, both beast stop and detangle from each other, the red and blue basilisk bow its head towards the people and left and smack the two young basilisks with its tail "What just happen?" Queen Alicent ask "Im so sorry about them Calypso and Cosmo are always play fighting," Queen Europa says as she approached the family "Who basilisk was that?" Rhaenyra asks as she watches the red and blue basilisk scolding the two others "That is my mother's basilisk Cusp, she is the mother of Calypso and Cosmo, she always keeps them in check"  Rhaenyra nodded and looks at her husband who is looking at the three creatures.

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Hello everyone thank you for reading, I'm actually surprised that I'm updating this book a lot, This chapter will have a part two so look out for that Hope you like this chapter and have an amazing day, night, or afternoon.

Translation

stultus- Stupid

Unus, Duo, Tres- One, two, three

vos eundo deorsum matertera- You going down, aunt

in somniis tuis- in your dreams

Chapter III(The Kingdom of Lune)

Masterlist

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Amalthea knowing who he is fake a smile at him "The Queen is in a meeting with the Council while my father is making sure that the cooks and maids are doing a good job" Amalthea answer with sas, Otto glare at her "How dare you-" the princess cut him off by walking to the king and bowing to him "My king it's good to see last time I saw u was when I was at mine and my nephew first name day, of course, I don't remember but my parents always tell the story of you and your family" the king smile "Now come on my father is gonna be waiting for us in the throne room" she grabs the King's arm and guide him to the carriage.

As everyone gets in the carriage the princess smiles at everyone. A little later the carriage is now going through the streets of Lune, The two families look out of the carriage and saw everyone dress in nice clothes, saw everyone talking to each other and laughing, and kids running along the carriage calling for the princess  "They look... Happy" Rhaenyra says looking outside "huh?... Oh yes when my mother became Queen she wanted everyone to be included, the poor now have homes and food, the windows have support for their children, and everyone is happy and in peace" they all look shocked except the King "The people have not changed" he smiles looking at the princess.

The carriage arrived at the castle and stopped in front of the castle doors where two guards open the door of the carriage "Your Highnesses I present you Castle Luna named after my grandfather's mother" the main doors of the castle opened and standing there was King Epsilon "Welcome to Lune Targaryens, hope you all have a nice and calm trip" Viserys smiles as the king of lune hugs him "Look at you old age has gotten to you" the king joke as viserys laugh "Looks like it has not happened to you" Epsilon laugh and smile "Come, my wife, is waiting in the throne room along with our eldest daughter and her family" the King said as he helps Viserys up the stairs.

Two gold doors opened as they got close to it, in the room, it was Queen Aquila on the throne, to her left is the throne of the king, to her right is the throne of the heir, and next to the king's throne is their eldest daughter who is sitting in hers, next to her is her husband King Arthur Martell and of course, next to him is his son Nash Martell.

The Queen got up from her throne and smile "Welcome dragons it's good to see you again" the Queen start going down the stairs with the help of her good-son, the Queen hug viserys and bowed to the rest and hug Rhaenyra following with a kiss on the forehead "Rhaenyra look at you dear how u grown" A voice say behind the family,  everyone turn around and saw a brunette with dark brown eyes staring at them "Queen Vega" Rhaenyra say as she hop to the past Queen of Lune and hug her, Vega and Rhaenyra always had a grandmother and granddaughter  relationship when Rhaenyra was a child, while the current queen and the heir always had a mother and daughter relationship "Are this your children?" she ask looking at the three brunette and two silver hair kids "Yes, this is Jacerys,  Lucerys and Joffrey while this two are Aegon and Viserys" both mothers smile and hug the children "You all so handsome" Vega say smiling "My Queen the table is ready" a maid say as she bowed "Thank you Lily, come dinner is ready" Aquila say as she grab Rhaenyra hand and guide her to the door.

During dinner, everyone eats in silence except Amalthea and Nash who always fight with each other "So how old are they turning?" Rhaenyra ask looking at Aquila and Vega "They are turning sixteen" Rhaenyra nodded, Alicent look between  the Queen and the two teens that are now throwing pieces of food into each other mouths "And they have not married?" she asked, Vega look at Alicent with a straight face and look at her eldest granddaughter "My husband and I decided that our daughter should have the same privilege that we had when we were young, we want her to marry for love not for duty" Alicent just look at her and ask "What if she does not marry?" Aquila took a breath "Then she won't have to marry, the people of both Lune and Sol don't care if the king or queen is married they just want a good ruler" with that Alicent shut her mouth and look at the queen of Sol "I agree with my mother if my son doesn't wanna marry than that's fine" Rhaenyra look at her husband and shake her head.

After dinner, everyone left for their chambers to rest and get their energy for tomorrow. The Queen and King were in their "The Queen is something else huh?" Epsilon say looking at his wife who just nodded and took her earnings off and went to her bed and fall asleep, her husband just sigh and got in the bed.

================= I started and finish this chapter in school 😩hope y'all like this chapter and I'm sorry if is a little longer but I love writing.

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