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Soul of Bronze; Blood of Fire

Helaena Targaryen x OC Targaryen Royce

***!!!NOT CANON COMPLIANT!!!***

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The Heir of Runestone would often joke that he should be referred to as Rhaegar Stone. Seeing as his father (Prince Daemon Targaryen) had no want for him and his mother (Lady Rhea Royce) was long dead. All jokes end when he and Ser Gerold Royce are summoned to the capitol by none other than King Viserys the First of his Name. The King wanting nothing more than to bring his estranged nephew into the fold, Viserys offers Rhaegar his so called Targaryen Right. A betrothal to the Princess Helaena and the chance to claim a dragon. Will Rhaegar be able to claim such a beast? Even if his valyrian skills were lacking? Prince Aemond seems to think so. Though he’s mostly is just thrilled to finally have someone around who’s willing to be his friend. Also the court begins to notice that the Princess Helaena seems to have taken a liking to the new prince. Much to her mothers dismay, who’s fighting tooth and nail to have the girl be given to Aegon. Something neither sibling wanted. To Rhaegar everything was going smoothly until the news of Laena Velaryon death had dampen everything.

Chapter 21: Aemond

Blood still trickles out the Prince’s eye from time to time. Crimson liquid trailing slowly down the Prince’s alabaster cheek. In the most imprudent moment too. It just happens to be supper and the three princes were in the middle of the second course when Aemond’s injury decided to make its presence known.

Aemond was clutching the empty socket with his napkin, hissing in the slightest pain. The Velaryon boy staring in horror. His eyes reflecting something close to quiet guilt.

“Lucerys help your uncle to his quarters” Rhaegar commanded.

Aemond let out a growl in disagreement but it was ignored by his cousin.

“I’ll fetch Maester Hugh”

From Aemond’s good eye he could see his nephew’s hesitation. The brown haired boy seemed to be debating within himself how to approach his bleeding uncle.

“Well come on!” The Green Prince snaps “I’m getting dizzy!”

The small boy shuffles quickly to his uncles side, nimble fingers clutching onto his uncles clothed arm. Guiding him back to his quarters, they walked slowly and awkwardly through the grim stoney halls of Runestone. Thankfully for Aemond the pain had subdued greatly. No longer hurting as much as it did the first moon of hailing his injury.

His mama had wanted him to stay longer in King’s Landing until he was properly healed. The Queen’s only mistake was letting Aemond choose when to leave for Runestone.

He’d been over the moon when he learned of the proposition made for him to squire in the Vale. In Rhaegar’s home, under the tutelage of the seasoned knights. Former Knights of the Vale no less. Injury be damned he thought to himself, determined to leave along side his best friend Rhaegar.

The elation had soon worn out when his decaying father had “coincidentally” remembered that Rhaegar had also made that offer to Lucerys Velaryon. Aemond wanted scream and kick, through the most undignified hissy fit of his life. Yet he didn’t. He couldn’t act childishly anymore. Aemond was a dragon rider now. Not just any dragon but a war dragon. The Prince could no longer go about through court as misfit child. No he had to be a dignified young man. An honorable one. Like his cousin Rhaegar. Who carried the standards of chivalry and honor like tattoos inked deep into his skin.

Aemond wants to be just like him. Even if it meant he’d have to spend time in Runestone alongside his attacker.

Finally making it to Aemond’s chamber door, Lucerys manages to open the large wooden door.

“You can let go now” Aemond says stoically.

Lucerys nods, carefully letting go of his bleeding uncle. His pretty doe eyes filling with worry, his eyebrows scrunching. The boy gulps nervously. Aemond sits upon his comfy bed, and glares at his nephew when he realizes he still hasn’t left the room.

“I think about that night in Driftmark often” Lucerys says quietly and offhandedly.

Aemond still clutching his bleeding eye with his napkin, sneers at his nephew with one lilac eye.

“I don’t care”

“I know…” Lucerys says solemnly. “That night. It all happened so fast-“

“I don’t want to hear it.” Aemond cuts in harshly. “I don’t need to hear it! I was there Lucerys!”

Anger building up in the One Eyed Prince’s veins, threatening to overspill. Their rumble did happen so fast. Like Rhaegar said, words were said, punches were thrown and an eye was cut out. There’s no use in dwelling in yesterdays sorrows. Today is today, and tomorrow is another day. And Aemond would rather be damned in the deepest part of the seven hells than ever apologize for claiming Vhagar. She chose him! He’s proven himself to be just as much a dragon rider as anyone else in his family. Bonding with not just any dragon but with the Queen of all dragons herself. Vhagar had let him. HIM! Rhaena Targaryen would have to learn how accept her loss. Vhagar was never hers to claim. That fate was his and his alone.

“I’m sorry” the little prince whispers.

Leaving Aemond to dumbfounded to speak. He just stupidly sat on his bed with his mouth left slightly opened. Thankfully the conversation moved no further because Maester Hugh let himself in the chamber with Rhaegar right at his heel.

“Lie back my prince” the maester says with his huffy old man voice. ‘Tsk Tsk Tsk’ The old man shakes his head in disapproval.

“Who ever stitched your eyelid together boy did a foul job.” The old man threads his needle with a strand of fine horse hair.

“We’ll have to put a few more.” The old man turns to Rhaegar “My boy could you stitch in the dots I’m about to mark. These old hands aren’t as steady as they once were.”

“Of course Maester Hugh.” The raven haired prince wasted no time in closing the injury.

It was quite difficult to do since Aemond kept moving. Luckily for both of them, Aemond only needed three stitches in total.

“Ahh splendid job my lord!” Maester Hugh compliments his impromptu protogé.

“Have yourself about three goblets of wine Prince Aemond. It’ll help with the pain and bring sleep quicker to you.”

The Maester made his exit, biding the princelings a good night. The eldest of three moved a small table closer to where Aemond laid. Moving the princes books on a nearby chair.

“I’m having our dinner moved in here. I hope you do not mind cousin…”

“Not at all” Aemond chirps back. His anger still not completely soothed.

Lucerys still sitting silently in his seat, twiddling his thumbs nervously.

“I think I’ll head to bed…” he whispers.

“None sense Luke. You barely ate.” Rhaegar says with concern. “They’ll think I’m starving you if you return to Dragonstone all skin and bones.” He jokes lightly with a friendly smile.

“Come. Eat. Besides Ser Gerold invited us to have some ale with him after we’re done eating.”

The two squires miraculously share an eager smile and proceed to gobble their meals like hogs. A swift knock was heard at the door. Ser Gerold let’s himself in. Rhaegar’s uncle bearing a charismatic smile. Aemond felt it contagious and offered one of his own.

“Maester Hugh told me what happened” The seasoned knight says. “So I opted to bring the Ale to you lads.”

The three princes cheer happily.

“Now I’m only allowing you both a single goblet each”

Aemond and Lucerys nod excitedly. The man pours the yellowy liquid into the cups. The strong smell reaching their nostrils. While it wasn’t a bothersome smell, it wasn’t too pleasant either.

“Have you ever seen war Ser Gerold?” Little Lucerys asks the Bronze Man. Ser Gerold passes the goblets to his wards but nods in affirmation.

“Aye, I have little lad.”

The four give a quick cheers and chug their beverages. Aemond trying his best to not make a face ultimately fails, just as Lucerys.

“It gets better with practice.” Rhaegar reassures with an amused chuckle.

“I remember the time I had my first taste of ale. It was nothing like this one.” The older man said “It was a true ale brought from Winterfell.”

Taking a sip he continues with “I was about your age Prince Aemond, at the time the Lord of the Redfort was just a boy too, who happened to be warding with my uncle here at Runestone.”

The three princes paying close attention to Ser Gerold. If there was anything Aemond liked more than reading it was sitting and enjoying a good story.

“Lord Ashton Redfort, but at the time he was just little ash. He and I were like grease and water. Didn’t mesh well at all. Always trying to out spar each other in the courtyard. Trying to out ride each other on our horse. Hell even when it came to girls we had to compete who could out do who.” He laughs heartily.

“One day he dared me into stealing my fathers new bottle of Northern Ale. That foolish childhood rivalry had us in a stupid drinking contest. We finished that damn bottle and ended up so drunk we couldn’t even stand. In result we had left the sheep unattended and they wonder off deep into the forest. My uncle found us laying near the river all shitfaced and roared something ugly at us. Ashton had blamed me for the whole thing. When I tell you my uncle beat me bloody. Gods I couldn’t sit properly for a week straight. From then on I swore that Ashton Redfort would be my enemy for life.”

Aemond and Lucerys glance at each other but look away.

“Back to what you had asked earlier Little Prince. Aye war came to our shores here in the Vale a few weeks shy of my seventeenth nameday. The Ironborn had taken to reaving on our lands. Stealing anything they laid eyes on. Horses, sheep, lumber, even women. Their king, Stewart Greyjoy. Now that was an ugly fellow. Tall and brutish, looked like an ogre. The man had abducted a pretty maiden by the name of Elise Arryn daughter of the warden of the East. That was the last straw. Us Valeman bound together and ready ourselves for battle.”

Rhaegar still picking at his food, looked at his cousins who were listening so intently. Rhaegar had heard this story a million times but was happy they were enjoying it.

“Weren’t you afraid Ser Gerold?” Aemond asked inquisitively.

“I was scared shitless lad.” The older man admits without any shame.

“How can one be so brave but be scared at the same time?” Lucerys adds to the conversation.

“When your scared it’s the only time you can be brave.” Ser Gerold says wisely.

Both princes eyes light up. As if it spoke to both of them in a deep level.

“I remember me and few others jumped in on one of their wretched ships. Cutting down men with our swords as we moved forward, evading swings while at it. But I wasn’t as swift in maneuvering as I thought I was. You see the Ironborn are many things but they lack honor. It’s in their blood to fight dishonorably. One had ambushed me from behind and drove his sword through my side, kicking me when I was already down. I turned on my back to face the Ironborn who was about to kill me but before I could say anything a sword had been shoved through the back of his throat. Another man had saved my life.”

Now at the edge of their seats both boys began to ask excitedly who Ser Gerold’s savior was. The man smiled raising an arched brow.

“It was none other than Lord Ashton Redfort”

The Princelings both gasped like surprised maidens.

“But I thought he hated you?” Lucerys says confused.

“Aye perhaps at one time he did but all that is past us. He’s one of my truest friends now.”

“You were able to forgive each other?” Aemond says glancing at his nephew.

“Aye.” The older man said with a solemn smile. “I’ve come to understand that you learn who your real friends are in the battlefield.”

Aemond sees Ser Gerold stretch his arms with his one good eye. Observing how the Knight looked content with his answer. Oddly it had made his heart skip a painful beat.

“Well I think it’s time for me to call it a night.”

“Thank you for the story my lord” Aemond say graciously.

“Yes thank you!” Lucerys agrees.

“There’s plenty more to come” he says happily. “Plenty more.”

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My boys are about to begin their healing era! And Ser Gerold is going to be their biggest fan along the way! Lol

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dragonbanexxi · 2 years ago

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The Dragon Queen

Jaehaera Targaryen x Aegon III Targaryen

***!!! Not Canon Compliant!!!***

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Chapter 19: Flashback PT.1

Golden beams of morning sunlight filter through the large open windows of the Meerenese throne room. The warmth of the day had failed to reach the skin of a certain Westerosi Prince as he stood at the foot of the great steps. Looking up at his cousin who was sitting stoically upon her golden seat.

The golden seat she had taken from the Great Master of Astapor. A spoil of war she had told Viserys when she had given him a brief tour of the Pyramid when he first arrived to her city. Back when her lilac eyes held fond warmth for her estranged cousin who had managed to get a genuine laugh out of her once or twice in the first hour of reuniting. Warmth that no longer resided in her pretty eyes. Not since their last shared supper, a mere few hours ago. No those lilac eyes looked as if they wanted curse to the deepest part of the seven hells.

Jaehaera sat with her emerald beast in her lap. The tiny dragon slept comfortably without a care in the world, snoring lightly.

“Why didn’t you state your King’s true intentions when you first arrived to Meeren?” Her steady voice contradicting the fury in her face.

Her alabaster hand resting on her Morghul’s back.

“If I had told you bluntly of my brothers wishes, you would have pushed me away.” Viserys says truthfully.

“So am I safe to assume that King Aegon’s talk of rebuilding torn bridges was just a farce to have me sail back to Westeros where you and your kin would have me surrender my dragons?”

Viserys eyes catch Ser Robert put his large hand on the hilt of his sword. As if daring Viserys to say the wrong thing.

“Aegon would never ask that of you…” he sighs “The only thing he has said about you hatching your dragon eggs was ‘if you can’t beat your adversary, than why not join them?’”

Jaehaera shares a glance with her sworn shield and then scoffs.

“I’m not his adversary” the Princess nostrils flair. “Returning to the Seven Kingdoms does not interest me.”

“Westeros is your home!” Viserys shot back “Your family doesn’t interest you?”

The Prince sees his cousin sit up straighter, anger still very much present on her being.

“If it wasn’t a straight command from your king; to sail to Essos, you’d have no interest in me Prince Viserys.” Jaehaera countered.

Viserys couldn’t think of anything to say because what Jaehaera said was wholeheartedly true. Viserys hadn’t wanted to branch out to her originally, him and Baela were vehemently against Aegon’s wishes to bring to her back into the fold. Hell he’d even suggested killing Jaehaera before she became an even bigger threat, when he had learned she had successfully hatched three baby dragons. So there he stood stunned straight out of anything believable to say. Though he would not lie to her. Viserys has grown to respect Jaehaera too much to ever lie to her face. Though his mind can’t help but race in wonder of how she could possibly know his beginning sentiments of her? He’d be a fool to ever say that to his cousins face. Her sworn shield would have had his severed head thrown into box and shipped it back to King’s Landing faster than Viserys could say ‘long live Aegon the second of his name’.

“I won’t deny that at first I was against Aegon’s desires of parleying with you…”

A cruel smile forms on the beauty’s full lips.

“Oh I know” she sneers down at him.

Making the prince shift his weight uncomfortably. Jaehaera sticks out her hand to Ser Robert, her knight hands a piece of parchment to her. The Green Princess begins to read what’s written on it.

“Regret and shame twirl through my gut to have ever suggested murdering our cousin” Lilac eyes locking with amethyst.

“Words you wrote to your king two moons ago.”

“You intercepted my letter?” He says incredulously. “You had no right!”

“The Princess did no such thing” the deep voice of Ser Robert cut in. “I did!”

“Bastard!” Viserys takes a brave step forward but moves no further when the Princess’s Unsullied point their sharp spears right at him.

“I’m her sworn shield!” The knight roared back, green eyes filled mistrust towards the younger man.

“The Princess possess a gentle heart, but I do not. Her safety is of the upmost importance to me! I swore a holy vow to my King to protect the Princess at all cost, and I’ll end what ever threatens her safety, permanently!” His words as clear as northern ice.

“I won’t deny my words cousin” the earnest in his voice oozing desperation.

“I said what I said but that is not desire anymore!”

“Hmm”

“I let fear wrongfully cloud my judgment. Knowing now who you truly are. I regret ever feeling that way towards you.”

“I can’t bring myself to believe you Viserys…” her voice quiet.

“When rumors spread through court of you hatching your dragon eggs with a blood sacrifice there was an uproar.” He begins solemnly,

“Houses that once supported your fathers cause began to whisper of sending aid to you here in Slaver’s Bay to fund your campaign. I know now you would have rejected them but at the time my siblings and I feared the worst.”

Jaehaera’s stone cold eyes glaring daggers at him.

“So you swaggered on in, into my city under the command of your kingly brother; with the possibility of ending my life if you deemed it fit?” She growled.

“No Aegon forbade me to act on such impulse!” Viserys defends his brothers honor.

“All Aegon wants is peace! He truly means no offense!” Viserys hears Ser Robert scoff.

“No offense” she drawls back mockingly.

“You dare conspire with your family after I whole heartedly accepted you into my home and offered you a seat at my table.” Lilac eyes glaring icily at her cousin.

Her Morghul’s stirs in his mothers lap until it awakens completely. It must have felt Jaehaera distress as it perched itself upon her shoulder. The little emerald beast began to flap its wings screeching loudly into the abyss.

“I’ve heard enough form you for today. Take the Prince Viserys back to his quarters.”

“Am I your prisoner?” His eyes filling with slight fear.

“Not yet.”

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The girls are fighting!!! Lol here’s the first flashback! Next chapter will be the second part!

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dragonbanexxi · 2 years ago

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The Great Bronze Conspiracy

Aegon II x OC Targaryen Royce

***!!!NOT CANON COMPLIANT!!!***

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Two very different men sit across from each other, with calculating eyes studying the other diligently.

One dressed in an earthy emerald doublet, with the aurora a poised peacock. The other adorned in his bronze armor encrypted with sacred runes for protection and good fortune.

Two very different men with one distinct mutual hatred for the infamous Rogue Prince.

“You’re a fool if you think there isn’t any better offers for my grandsons hand.” The Hightower man drawls. Eliciting a tight smirk on his companions face.

“You’re a fool if you think if you think you can crown the little princeling king with only Lannister gold and very few allies.” Ser Gerold rebuttals back.

“Marry the prince to niece.” The Bronze Knight says gruffly. “The boy will become King and my niece his queen. She is also just as much of the blood of the dragon as the rest of her paternal family. Wed them and together we will finally put an end to Daemon Targaryen once and fore all.”

The Lord Hightower’s eyes shine with contentment at that last statement. It’s been his greatest desire to get rid of the Rogue Prince for years now. A cocky smile breaks out on his face as he offers his hand to Ser Gerold .

“Very well.” They shake hands firmly.

“Let us join our houses. My grandson with your niece.”

“Long may they reign” Ser Gerold says with a large smile.

“Long may they reign.”

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Chapter 2: Amélia

Every year on the eve of the incoming summer, the Vale’s great noble houses take turns to host the Diamond Ball in Gulltown. An unofficial competition between the noble houses. For each ball hosted is always grandeur than the previous one.

This year the Redfort’s happen to the designated hosts. The Gulltown Venue had been decorated in their house colors. Scarlett red and silver. Beautiful roses placed poised against white roses. The diamond chandeliers sparkling their pretty light throughout the hall. Yet what truly stood out were the striking ice statues carved into various different animals standing stoically over the guest. Such ice no doubt was imported from beyond the wall.

Amélia had been gawking at their beauty when her Uncle Gerold grabbed hold of her arm.

“Let’s us greet Lord Redfort lass.” The girl nods in agreement. Making their way to the strapping lord, who was dressed in a fine black doublet with silver chains hanging from the neck to the shoulders.

“Lord Ashton” Ser Gerold greets his old friend in good spirits. Bowing respectfully. Amélia follows his lead curtsying gracefully.

“My Ser Gerold! Glad you could make it old sport!” They share a brotherly hug, patting their backs heartily.

“Your niece is growing prettier by the day Gerold.” The Lord says taping his finger on the pretty maidens nose.

Amélia hates the gesture but would never be so crass to openly show it. Instead the Lady Royce gushed, and smiled prettily at the old Lord Redfort.

Said lord is quickly swifted away by the incoming noble house of Grafton. Amélia was about to make her way to where the lady Tina Belmore was sitting. A maiden her age with dirty blonde hair and the warmest brown eyes that Amélia is sure she stole from a baby fawn. The Lady Belmore is a close friend of Amélia. Having had fostered two years with the Royce’s at Runestone. They had been attached to the hip in their shared childhood. Even when the time came for them to part, their friendship proved to be as strong as Valyrian Steel.

“Look it’s the little lass of the Redfort” Her uncle said tightening his grip on Amélia’s arm. “We should greet her.”

“Oh I can’t stand that Scarlett!” The beauty whispers poutingly to her uncle-papa. “Papa, you should see the way she throws herself at cousin Yorwick.”

“Now now, that’s your cousins business. You must remember your civilities child. Her family is hosting, it would be rude not to say hello.”

“Lady Scarlett!” Her uncle says jovially. “Good evening.”

The raven haired beauty smirks in her usual lady like charm. Her Scarlett dress’s cleavage showing a generous amount. Just enough for it to be acceptable. A daring dress for a daring girl.

“Ser Gerold. Thank you from coming.” The Redfort girl then gives a faux girlish gasp. “Amélia Royce” sticking her hand out.

The Lady Royce accepts it hesitantly “I almost didn’t recognize you.”

Bullshit Amélia thinks to herself. Both she and Scarlett had a weird affinity for each other, their senses always alerting each other when the other is nearby. The Royce beauty opts to act dumb as well. Now isn’t the time to be picking fights, especially not when there’s an audience.

“Lady Scarlett” Amélia beams with faux cheerfulness. “What a stunning dress, I just can’t keep my eyes off it.” She drawls.

The Redfort girls snake like eyes spark with mischief, yet she lets the Royce’s be on their way. Finally Amélia can go greet her dear friend Tina.

“Millie!” She cries enveloping Amélia in her arms. The Heir of Runestone hugs her friend back happily.

“By the Gods you look beautiful Amélia!” She says. “Powder blue definitely is your color.” Amélia says her thanks you.

The Lady Royce had this gowned specially commissioned for this ball. Though she hadn’t told Ser Gerold that. It was cut in the High Garden style, puffy sleeves, a low neck line that showed off her elegant collar bones and neck. It had embroidered silver flowers throughout the bodice, and pearls sewed throughout the skirt. It was admittedly a pretty penny but if she was going to be the Queen some day, Amélia had to be ahead of the ever changing fashion trends.

The ambience of the venue was booming. Music playing beautifully, many chivalrous men dancing with beautiful maidens. A great many drinking, others gambling. The Lady Jeyne Arryn sitting in the makeshift throne, staring at all the attendees stoically.

Her bored blue eyes locking with Amélia’s brown. There was a hint of disdain in the older woman’s eyes. The silver haired beauty looks away quickly, hoping the Wardeness doesn’t think she was staring.

“There seems to be more people present.” Amélia notes offhandedly.

Her friend Tina smiles in agreement, “There’s a few Westernlanders present.”

“Oh… have you been asked to dance already?”

“Yes actually. A golden haired westerner by the name of Joff Lefford asked my father if he could dance with me.” A blush creeping on the Belmore maidens round face.

“He promised me another.”

“Ooooo” the Lady Royce says childishly. Causing her friend to blush harder.

“Well I bet my shimmy he’ll end up falling in love with you.”

“Amélia” Tina says in horror at her friends crudeness but still manages to laugh.

Later in the evening more lady’s join them, all of them chatting amicably, laughing boisterously every so often. Lady Belmore’s Westernlander finally takes her to his second promised dance. Amélia could see the goofy grin the young man sports while talking to her friend. Lord Lefford is totally smitten with Tina. Gods be good and match between them could be made. Tina deserves a happy life with a good lord husband.

Amélia also accepts a few dances of her own. She dance with a few boys her age and an almaring amount of old men. Her Uncle- Pa had to whisk her away from a few rakish men. With these rake like men she tries her best not to flirt with, not wanting to give the wrong impression. Especially since Ser Gerold had said that her betrothal would be announced soon. She would still allow herself to enjoy these moments however. Knowing well that her time as a youthful maiden will soon come to end.

The beauty steps out the venue for some fresh air, and stretches her arms above her head.

“Psst” she hears a voice to her right. She turns to face who’s trying to get her attention.

“Psst Amélia!” She sees a gloved hand peeking out a wooden door.

“Over here!”

Slowly she makes her way to it. Knocking softly.

“Hello? Who’s in the-“ she couldn’t finish her sentence as she’s pulled into the small shack roughly.

“Ooff” she huffs out. Looking up to see the snakish blue eyes of Scarlett Redfort.

“What are you doing in here?” She whispers. Scarlett puts a little hook through a loop connected to the wall, locking them in.

“I’m bored.” She says shrugging her shoulders. “You’re the only one among that flock of frightens hens who knows how to have fun.”

Amélia purses her lips but doesn’t say anything. Scarlett opens a bottle, taking a swig and handing it to Amélia.

“Northern Whiskey” she says simply, with a coy smile.

Amélia bring the bottle to her nose scrunching her face at the pungent smell. She braves herself to take a swig. A burning sensation trails down her throat.

“It gets better with practice.” Scarlett muses.

Amélia takes another swig. Handing the bottle to Scarlett once more. They sit there in the shack for another five minute passing the bottle back and forth until both girls begin to feel lighter. Amélia wouldn’t say she’s drunk but if she continues she will be.

“That’s enough for me.” She says “the last thing I need is Uncle Gerold berating me in front of the whole canteen for being drunk.”

The Lady Redfort however takes a few more swigs. Her sleeves falling off her shoulders exposing more cleavage. Her devilish eyes notice Amélia’s eyes on them. Scarlett grazes her slender fingers over them teasingly. Like a cat on the prowl, Scarlett makes her way to where Amélia is sitting and sits herself upon her lap, wrapping her arms around her neck. Nuzzling their noses together tenderly.

“Kiss me.” Scarlett Redfort says in a seductive whisper.

Amélia didn’t have to be told twice.

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dragonbanexxi · 2 years ago

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Soul of Bronze; Blood of Fire

Helaena Targaryen x OC Targaryen Royce

***!!!Not Canon Compliant!!!***

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Chapter 20: Rhaegar

The Heir of Runestone rode leisurely through the gates of his keep. Looking over his shoulder dutifully, to make sure his new princeling ward successfully brings his mount to halt.

He must say, the Prince Lucerys is a fast learner. Letting himself trust his instincts, and paying attention to the bay horse’s mood, and adjusting to make the horse more at ease when spooked.

The ride from Rune Port to the keep wasn’t too long, about two hours.

Lucerys, the knight noted wasn’t his usual chatty self. The boy had a knack to talk a mile a minute, talking people’s ears off about any and everything. However now as they dismount Rhaegar can’t help but think Lucerys was frighten shitlesss at the prospect of squiring along side Aemond Targaryen.

The boy Lucerys had mutilated for the rest of his days. His uncle no less.

Hell if Rhaegar was in his shoes he’d be scared as well. Now Aemond may be the cousin he’s closest too, but even Rhaegar is knowledgeable of Aemond’s vengeful streak. Every time Aegon would insult the younger prince, Aemond was quick to retaliate. The now one eyed prince opted to hide important things that his brother regularly used, whether that be Aegon’s favorite goblet or his riding boots. Aemond was also a fan of hiding cheese in his brothers chambers to make it reek of rotten milk as the days passed. At time Rhaegar had found his friends little pranks amusing; however now Rhaegar could not afford to have these harm each other.

Runestone will fall into trouble with the crown, and most importantly both Lucerys and Aemond’s relationship will burned beyond repair.

“Be at ease cousin.” Patting Lucerys little head. “I told you, I spoke to Aemond. No one will purposely harm you so long your under my care.”

Shooting his younger cousin a dimpled smile. Lucerys smiles too, putting all his trust to the older boy.

“Prince Lucerys!” The booming voice of Ser Gerold called out in its usual jolly tone. Standing in the courtyard in his shiny bronze armor. Behind stood Gunthor Royce and his younger brother Yorwick. Their brown irises looking the new comer with curiosity.

“Welcome to Runestone.” The seasoned knight gives a the young prince a happy smile.

“Thank you Ser Gerold. It’s good to see you again…” the boys says awkwardly. The older man laughs enjoying the awkwardness.

“Well let’s head inside then. Nephew take the boy to the great hall.” His honey colored eyes turning serious as he quietly whispers to his nephew.

“I will not have these two boys rip each other to shreds.” Rhaegar nods. “State your conditions clearly and make sure they obey the rules.”

And with that the older man pats his nephews back and walks away to the Lord’s Study.

“Follow me cousin” Guiding the boy to hall where Aemond is currently being kept waiting.

Finally making it to the ancient weirwood wooden doors. Rhaegar mutters a quick runic prayer for peace that also happens to be carved onto the weirwood doors.

The sun shinning a stunning light through the large windows throughout the grand hall. Making the bronze throne glimmer majestically.

Making their presences known, a one eyed prince arises from his seat, bandages wrapped tightly around his head. Silver locks combed neatly, and green attire dressed impeccably as usual.

The Velaryon boys gulps nervously but steps forward nonetheless.

“Aemond” his voice fails him, quivering slightly.

The Green Prince sneers in return “Lucerys”

“Both of you take a seat” Rhaegar says gruffly.

Before either boy can utter anything else. Aemond doesn’t remove his sneer but takes his seat across his nephew. Lucerys reluctantly meets his uncle’s gaze. Rhaegar clears his throat’s uncomfortably. By the Seven fucking Gods this is going to be difficult. A cold sweat breaking down the poor juveniles brow.

“I know this situation may seem unorthodox…” he begins quietly, “The King has instructed me to make sure amends between you both be made. I know that his grace is asking for a lot and given past circumstances between you both, even I am unsure where to begin.”

Aemond’s lilac eye locks with little Lucerys’s blue eyes. He’s not sneering anymore but the harshness still hasn’t left it.

“Still a part of me hopes that the memories you both make here in Runestone are pleasant ones.”

Rhaegar sighs deeply.

“You both are family. You both have the blood of the dragon flowing through your veins. What happened at Driftmark…”

Lucerys shifts uncomfortably, quickly looking down at his brown leather boots.

“was a more than a regrettable accident.” The Heir of Runestone says with more conviction.

“It was a horrid act between cousins and nephews; tip toeing the line of the most vile sin to exist in our society”

Both Aemond and Lucerys now have their gazes fixed upon Rhaegar. The young knight would not sugarcoat anything for these two. They must know what could have happened had no one found them during their brawl.

“Kinslaying is the worst of sins to exist. That night the five of you could of easily became kinslayers.”

The disdain in Aemond’s single eye washes away, being replaced with something looking akin to shame. Lucerys wide child eyes begin to fill with tears and his thin lips begin to quiver.

“I didn’t mean to.” Lucerys cries to Aemond.

His blue eyes sparkling at his uncle in despair. Aemond for once didn’t have anything snarky to say. Instead the boy looks down at his hands.

Rhaegar continues his talk.

“Aye perhaps neither of you meant it. Insults were said, punches were thrown and an eye was cut out” Rhaegar stands up from his seat “you are all at fault though.”

“In the meantime for as long as the both of you are under my care, you will follow my orders.” His voice stern. “We will train diligently, honorably, and heavily. You will also tutor alongside me in sums and finance. But most importantly you both will learn how to work with each other a team.”

Rhaegar places a firm yet tender hand on both the boys heads.

“Neither of you will purposely harm each other. If you do, the BOTH of you will be punished.”

The two princes agree reluctantly. Shaking hands.

Rhaegar reaches to the table behind him, grabbing a large book of the Seven Pointed Star. Opening to a chapter near the end of the book.

“For those who swear in vain in the name of the Seven, will not be punished by their holy wrath but by thy own cowardly one.” Rhaegar reads to them.

“Swear it in the name of the Seven, that you both will not harm each other under the roof of Runestone.”

Both boys place their small pale slender hands on the holy text of the Seven.

“I swear it by the Old Gods and the New.” They say in-sync. Looking at each other in the eyes.

“So be it.”

Rhaegar’s heart beating more at ease now.

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Soul of Bronze; Blood of Fire

Helaena Targaryen x OC Targaryen Royce

***!!!NOT CANON COMPLIANT!!!***

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Chapter 19: Rhaegar

The morning air was chilly against the young man’s skin. Seagulls were raging above in the cloudy sky, crying out annoyingly. In a distance Rhaegar could hear the grumbles of his annoyed obsidian beast.

‘Čàłm ÿôürsëłf ćâññîbâł’ Rhaegar thinks to himself hoping his dragon feels his message through their telepathic bond.

His Cannibal had taken well to relocating to the Vale. Opting to nest in an inhabited isle off the northern coast of Runestone. Luckily that little isle had belonged to Rhaegar or else the dispute over the small isle with the other Valeman nobles would have been long and tedious.

The work Rhaegar had been putting onto his dragon was proving fruitful. For the small time his Cannibal nested in King’s Landing not once did the obsidian beast make move to harm the other dragons in the dragon pit. Though the dragon keepers were struggling with the language barrier between them. The Cannibal being responsive with only the First Tongue. Rhaegar had been summoned a great many of times to put his mount to heel. Whether it be in the crisp early light of the morning or deep into the late night. The Heir of Runestone made the Cannibal his greatest responsibility, using his telepathic bond to convey honor and restraint to his behemoth of a dragon.

“BOAT IN COMING!” The guard of the dock yells to announce the incoming party.

Usually one wouldn’t make a fuss about about such a small insignificant boat. However when said insignificant boat carried a prince of the realm, the commotion was necessary.

“Heave Ho Boys!” Yells another guard to the sailors upon the small boat.

The grandeur ship of Corlys Velaryon stationed stoically far into the sea, waiting for the smaller one to return. Speaking of Lord Corlys, the Sea Snake stood up smiling cockily at too the Heir of Runestone as the man held a firm grip on Lucerys Velaryon’s shoulder. The boy’s skin flushing an olive green, definitely not made for the sea that one. The Sea Snake’s eyes holding a cool expression. Soon the Lord of Driftmark and his grandson touched ground making their way to the young Valeman.

“Ser Rhaegar!” The older man says offering his hand to shake.

Rhaegar still feels intimidated by the Sea Snake but doesn’t let it show. Instead the juvenile accepts his hand with equal firmness. Giving a faux cool smile.

“Lord Corlys welcome to the Port Rune.” Rhaegar can’t contain his own laugh as they take in the dock. It was no Port, not yet at least. The Heir of Runestone had plans to make it so however. A private port at least. Easier to ship his famed calvary steeds out to Essos and other parts to Westeros.

“The space has potential” was all the Sea Snake says.

The man’s shinning blue eyes fall upon his grandson.

“I have come to deliver my grandson upon the King’s orders.”

Rhaegar locks eyes with his cousin, it doesn’t last however Lucerys looks down at his feet quickly as if in shame.

“We are honored to foster a prince of the realm.” Rhaegar says warmly “I hope you like it here Prince Lucerys.”

The prince gives his older cousin hopeful look and nods, bearing a small smile.

“I think having both princes squire together was a genius idea Ser Rhaegar.” The Sea Snake drawls. “It pleases me to know my grandson will train under the tutelage of Knights of the Vale.”

Glancing down at little Lucerys with optimism.

“Prince Lucerys is the heir to Driftmark. He needs to be strong, wise, make a man out of him Ser Rhaegar. A man.”

Rhaegar feels a chill down his spine. Doubt clouding his mind. How could he make a man out of Lucerys when he himself still feels like a boy? The words of Ser Gerold ringing loudly in his head.

‘I need you to become the man your were always destined to be’

Rhaegar would and he’s going to make sure Aemond and Lucerys do too.

“Aye Lord Corlys. I swear it.” The determination in his voice surprising even to himself.

“Very well” The Sea Snake ruffled the boys hair and was on his way. Unknown to anyone else; but the Step Stones were calling the Sea Snakes name.

Rhaegar and Lucerys stood alone now. Rhaegar stood a good foot over the younger boy. Still a child of barely seven. Half Rhaegar’s age, the age of his little sisters. A boy who escaped the wrath of the law for simply being part of the favored kin of the King.

“How good are you at riding?”

The child clears his throat “I haven’t ridden Arrax yet” he squeaks as if scared of the older boy.

Rhaegar chuckles lightly taking in Lucerys confused eyes.

“I meant riding a horse cousin”

“Oh… not that well.”

“Well today is your lucky day, today you learn to ride.” Motioning a two handsome steeds, with the shiniest, richest bay colored coats.

Rhaegar sees the boy gulp nervously. He ignores it and begins to make his way to the two steeds.

“Cousin…” he hears behind him.

“Yes Prince Lucerys?” Not bothering to look back the child.

“Is Aemond…” his question falters.

Though Rhaegar understands.

“Aye he’s in Runestone lad.” He confirms. “Don’t worry yourself cousin. I’ve spoken to him.”

Finally turning to the boy, Rhaegar helps him mount the horse. It won’t be an easy task to get these two boys to reconcile but he will try his hardest to see that it’ll happen.

The Cannibal grumbled, a comforting sound to Rhaegar. The juvenile sees his obsidian dragon ascend into the air making way towards the direction of Runestone.

“Let us tread carefully little cousin. Runestone isn’t too far.”

They ride quietly into the thick forest in pleasant silence.

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And the Runestone Chronicle are about to begin! I’m so excited! Also there’s a certain wedding *wink wink wink* coming up! Though it’s still a few chapters away it’s exciting for me nonetheless!

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The Dragon Queen

Jaehaera Targaryen x Aegon iii Targaryen

***!!!Not Canon Compliant!!!***

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Chapter: 18 Jaehaera

The Sovereign of Meeren had been given a chamber in Maegor’s Holdfast. It was a decent sized room befitting her station. Quite small compared to the chambers she had in the Great Pyramid of Meeren. Though the Green Princess wasn’t about to complain.

On the contrary she had quickly become enamored with the space when she realized the view she has to garden, was that of her late mothers wisteria trees. They stood tall and wide with their pretty lavender droopy flowers flowing beautifully in the wind. Jaehaera’s tears had been difficult to stop. The elation in her heart that her mother’s precious trees were still standing made her feel like Helaena’s ghost was close to her.

Her mama, her precious and kind; so utterly good hearted mama who was to weak for this barbarous world. To think just months prior she had cried into her cousin Viserys chest about how much Jaehaera grew to resent her mother.

‘She jumped out the tower without even thinking twice! She jumped not caring what would become of me! She didn’t stop to think that I needed her too!”

Her mothers suicide didn’t leave Jaehaera’s heart feeling like an everlasting void of sorrow and nothingness; the way Jaehaerys murder did. No her mothers death sprung a deep seeded anger taking root in her veins, that if Jaehaera could she’d resurrect her mama back to life just kill her again. Mama had left her open for the vultures. If it wasn’t for Ser Robert Oakheart, the vultures would have raptured her away and torn her apart.

Presently however as the girl stares into the garden. As the wisteria dances delicately in the cool breeze shinning that beautiful color of light lavender. Jaehaera’s heart allows itself to soften because like a brick, the memory of her late mama’s eyes in the sunlight were the same shade as the wisteria petals.

The chamber door behind her opens suddenly it’s her little translator Paroh.

“Princess, you have a guest who wishes to speak with you…” Paroh says in Dothraki.

“Whom is it Paroh?” Jaehaera replies in Dothraki as well.

Her advisors had petitioned to use the language within themselves to keep their plans and wishes private. One never knew when ears lurked behind the the brick walls. When in the Red Keep tis best to move and speak with caution.

“The Princess Rhaena.” Her voice mousy. Understanding her liege’s sudden hesitation flooding her face. Nonetheless she orders Paroh to let her in.

Jaehaera smoothes out her dress. It’s a Meerenese style gown. With a beautiful pink shawl wrapping across her shoulder in elegant pleats.

The older Princess walks in with all the grace of swimming swan. Her silver hair in regal tight locks cascading down her back. Indigo eyes shinning in quiet warmth and a polite smiling emerging on her beautiful face. Her dress made of the finest Westerosi cotton, dyed in expensive rich dark purple dye. Truly looking the part of a princess of the realm.

Never one to forget her courtesy, Jaehaera gives a quick curtesy locking eyes with her older cousin.

“Princess Rhaena”

The older princess gives an amused hum and curtesys as well.

“Cousin” she steps forward wrapping her arms around the younger girl tightly.

“Oh-“

Jaehaera is taken by surprise wrapping her arms around the Princess Rhaena as well though not as tightly.

“By the Gods you are a beauty” she gushes caressing one of Jaehaera’s loose curls.

“Definitely inherited the Hightower curls” it feels like she made that statement mostly to herself.

Jaehaera gives nothing but an awkward ‘um’, making the other Princess laugh.

“Viserys wrote so much about you! Please let us drink some tea, he tells me you’re a fan of cinnamon.” She guides Jaehaera to the small table.

The Green Princess just let herself be herded by the other princess. Not really sure how to act towards her. The difference between the attitudes of the Twin Princess’s felt like night and day. Where Baela had been harsh and cold upon first meeting, Rhaena was proving to be cheery and warm.

They sit across from each other. Rhaena scans her warm eyes on Jaehaera’s lovely face, looking as if she has a million questions yet not sure where to begin.

“You look like her.” Rhaena says quietly. Almost sadly. “You look like Helaena…”

A small smile graces her lips. Helaena hadn’t been the most beautiful maiden in the realm but she had been Jaehaera’s entire world at one point.

“Thank you” she says quietly as Rhaena begins to pour tea for the both of them.

“All the stories you must have cousin” Rhaena begins. “Viserys wrote highly of you, you know.”

“Really? I felt like we argued half the time he was in Meeren.” The Green Princess says with a chuckle.

“That little shit is quite the handful” The beauty says “though he’s the only one Aegon trusted to convince you to return.”

She hands the steaming tea cup to Jaehaera. “A good portion of us at court were convinced he would succeed.” Rhaena stirs the sugar in her tea absentmindedly. “How did Serys convince you to return? Did he talk your ear off?”

“No” the younger girl laughs

“Did he beg?”

“I wish”

“Oh this must be a good story than!” Rhaena says cheerily with a conspiring dimpled smile. She and Aegon have the same dimples Jaehaera notes.

Aegon’s smile and deep voice comes into her mind making her shiver flusteredly.

Jaehaera licks her lips, shifting her weight in her seat. “It’s a long story…”

The Princess Rhaena smiled prettily. “I have all day.”

Hesitant lilac eyes meet warm indigo ones.

“Well it truly began when I had invited Viserys to dine in my personal quarters one evening…”

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The Great Bronze Conspiracy

***!!!NOT CANON COMPLIANT!!!***

Aegon Targaryen x OC Targaryen Royce

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Two very different men sit across from each other, with calculating eyes studying the other diligently.

One dressed in an earthy emerald doublet, with the aurora a poised peacock. The other adorned in his bronze armor encrypted with sacred runes for protection and good fortune.

Two very different men with one distinct mutual hatred for the infamous Rogue Prince.

“You’re a fool if you think there isn’t any better offers for my grandsons hand.” The Hightower man drawls. Eliciting a tight smirk on his companions face.

“You’re a fool if you think if you think you can crown the little princeling king with only Lannister gold and very few allies.” Ser Gerold rebuttals back.

“Marry the prince to my niece.” The Bronze Knight says gruffly. “The boy will become king and my niece his queen. She is also just as much of the blood of the dragon as the rest of her paternal family. Wed them and together we will finally put an end to Daemon Targaryen once and for all.”

“Very well.” They shake hands firmly.

“Let us join our houses. My grandson with your niece.”

“Long may they reign” Ser Gerold says with a large smile.

“Long may they reign.”

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Chapter 1: Amélia

“Uuughhh” an annoyed frosty haired girl groans. “Septa Minnie! I’ve been practicing my good posture and walk all morning.”

Taking off the stacked books from on top of her head, the young lady gave her septa a girlish pout. Her brown eyes shift to the large window, peering outside. Taking in a sunny pasture, with butterflies flying about and birds chirping happily. The lady’s tender heart yearned to frolic about through the flower beds barefoot.

“It’s such a lovely day. Why can’t we go pick flowers at the meadow?”

The woman of faith pursed her thin lips at her mentee. Tsking at the young ladies childish suggestion.

“You are a young lady now Amélia. Soon to be ten and six. Picking flowers is for little girls.”

Amélia Royce turns away from Septa Minnie. Not wanting her to see the displeasure on her lovely face.

“Scarlett Redfort still picks flowers.” The Lady of Runestone grumbles under breathes.

The only daughter of Lord Griffin Redfort who was the younger brother of the actual lord of the Redfort Keep. Scarlett Redfort is stunning girl with the loveliest midnight shade of raven hair and riveting ice blue eyes that shone with wildness. Amélia didn’t particularly care for the Lady Redfort; she found her to be snobbish. Yet the Runestone girl had to admit Scarlett was a talented kisser. Both girls having had many intense kisses with each other. Usually after finishing a whole bottle of cherry wine.

Septa Minnie manages to hear Amélia talking under her breath. Whacking her wooden stick harshly on the young maidens hands.

‘Fuck you’ Amélia curses the bitter wench in her mind. Not daring to say it out loud. Instead honey brown irises glare daggers at the rigid septa.

Damn that woman’s spectacular hearing. Septa Minnie’s ears have caused Amélia a great number of lashes on her hands throughout the years; for being impertinent at the worst times. In retrospect Amélia does have a naturally combative nature. Preferring to debate and argue her way out trouble. In truth the girl brings it upon herself the majority of the time.

“Scarlett Redfort is a girl with a horrid lack of manners and loose promiscuous morals.” Her voice stern. “Besides the Lady Redfort isn’t the one marrying into the royal family.”

Well that much was true about the Lady Scarlett Redfort. At the age of ten and four, she had been found kneeling infront of a Westerling boy who was squiring for her father. It didn’t take long to decipher what they were doing. Given that the raven haired girl had her delicate hands down the Westerling boys pants. The golden haired boy had been sent home immediately after.

“Have they even accepted the match?.” She huffs changing the subject before she says something else that’ll get her hit.

“Papa never tells me anything.”

“Well I’ll have you know little lass, the lord hand is quite impressed with your dowry.” The gruff voice of her Uncle-Pa spoke behind her. She turns around with a large grin on her pretty face, engulfing her Uncle-Pa in a bear hug.

The middle aged man sports an amused grin and is adorned in his shinning bronze hunting armor. His beard a fusion black and grey hairs tickling her temple as he hugged his ward back.

“But what truly sealed the deal is your Valyrian look my dear.” The man says as he ruffles the girls hair.

Amélia feels her eye twitch.

Despising the fact that it’s true. The Lady of Runestone has the Valyrian look. Tall and regal frame, with long, thick, frosty platnuim curls cascading down her back.

Her eyes however did not shine that otherworldly violet. Instead they rang true to her Firstmen heritage, gleaming the color of the warmest purest whiskey.

Smoothing out her ruffled hair she says,

“How tragic that they are promised a Valyrian lady, but they will instead end up with a barbaric Firstmen savage woman.” She jokes, snorting unladylike.

Causing Septa Minnie to look at her with vexation.

“Well you will need to learn your graces lass. The last thing we need, is you scaring off the Hightowers. I worked hard to secure this match.”

Amélia rolls her bratty brown eyes.

Her uncle and her Septa share a conspiring look.

“Give us a moment Septa Minnie” the woman curtesy’s her way out the living parlor. Leaving the two Royce’s alone.

“Must you always give an attitude to your Septa?” He sighs pinching the bridge of his nose.

The young lady smiles innocently. “I just wanted to pick flowers” shrugging her shoulders.

Her uncle isn’t at all amused. Peering at her with his dark brown eyes.

“She has point Méli.” He sits himself in one of the cushioned seats.

“You will be the Queen someday.”

“A treasonous statement Rhaenyra Targaryen is the heir apparent.” She drawls uninterested in the same conversation they’ve had a million times over.

“Have you forgotten what Daemon Targaryen did to your mother?” He growls angrily at her.

Guilt begins to swarm her belly. She hadn’t forgotten what her sire did to her dear mother. The monstrous Rouge Prince had bashed his wife’s head in with a rock until she bleed to death. Amélia had been a mere babe when her mama had murdered. Though Ser Gerold had told her about the Lady Rhea’s tragic demise, making sure to go into great detail.

Suddenly Amélia feels her breakfast in her throat, the urge to vomit making her wheezy.

The hatred the girl developed for her sire afterwards is a vast raging one. The beauty may not remember her mother, yet her loyalty for Rhea Royce is unwavering.

‘I hate you Daemon Targaryen!’ The voice inside Amélia’s mind says with antipathy. ‘And I hate your daughters!’

Ser Gerold is her true father. She prefers him anyway. When her father walked away from her attempting to steal her birthright, Ser Gerold defended her in the Eerie. She owes her Uncle-Pa her life. Amélia will always heed his advice and follow his directions.

That is why her Uncle- Papa, has secured a betrothal between her and the Prince Aegon. Together they will secure his claim to the Iron Throne and bring Daemon Targaryen to justice.

“No papa. I haven’t forgotten.” Her voice small. Sad brown eyes filling up with glossy pent up tears.

Ser Gerold pats her head with his large hand in a fatherly fashion.

“Your mother will be avenged my dear. Daemon Targaryen will pay for his crime against our house.” Her uncles voice void of its usual gruffness. Oddly soft.

“He has wed the Princess Rhaenyra. Any ally of his is no friend of ours.” Ser Gerold raises a sharp brow at her.

She nods her head in agreement.

“You will be the Queen one day. It will be your mothers bloodline that will continue on, come what may.”

“Come what may… “ she parrots back at him. Not all liking the sound of that sentence.

A cheery smile appears on his face.

“Why don’t you begin to ready yourself for the ball at Gulltown lass?” He suggests eliciting a happy grin from his teary eyed niece.

“Oh! Yes it is tonight isn’t it? Oh I have the loveliest new powder blue gown just perfect for the ball tonight!” Amélia says excitedly wiping her eyes dry with her long sleeve.

Giving her uncle-pa a daughterly kiss on cheek, the lady ran out the palor and to her chamber. All thoughts about revenge were pushed to the side. Tonight she is going to dance and dance until her feet give out.

And look her mighty best while doing so.

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Starting off this chapter light! This fic will have more politics compared to my other two fics. I hope you guys enjoy Amélia! She’s going to be quite the spitfire. Thank you guys ❤️ Comments are always welcomed.

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Soul of Bronze; Blood of Fire

Helaena Targaryen x OC Targaryen Royce

***!!!NOT CANON COMPLIANT!!!***

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Chapter 18: Rhaenyra

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“The Prince Lucerys Velaryon is to report himself as soon as possible to Runestone. Where he will thereby be a ward of the Prince Rhaegar Targaryen- Royce. Until I deem it fit for the boy to return back to Dragonstone. This is an absolute order Rhaenyra.”

Daemon reads out loud.

“Signed Viserys of the House Targaryen, King of the Andals, Rhyonar and the Firstmen, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the realm.”

The Rouge Prince huffs a breath as he sits down in one of the cushioned seats near the hearth. Where his new bride stares into the flames stoically playing with her ruby ring.

“It’s his handwriting” Daemon confirms.

“He pissed…” The crowned princess mutters quietly. “He’s pissed off that we wed and now wants us pay for our transgressions…”

“What transgressions are those my love?”

The beautiful woman glared at her husband. Daemon’s fondness for pushing buttons she notes; is very much still intact. Her uncle has always enjoyed to keep her guessing and acting dumb to annoy her even more. Honestly Rhaenyra had always enjoyed their games of mystery, the chase most of all. Thrilling as it can be, she currently has no will to play along with Daemon this evening.

“I have no time for your empty questions Daemon.” She nearly snarls at him.

Her nerves have been in high alert since they left Driftmark. Helping Laenor escape with his lover to Essos, covering up for him. Orchestrating a fake murder. The Heir of the Iron Throne felt paranoid. They’re not at all in the clear. Not until Laenor sends them the raven with the decided code.

Rhaenyra’s mind flashes memories of that evening. Gods if looks could kill. Rhaenys could have killed both Rhaenyra and Daemon with just the rage in her violet eyes alone. Of course it was impossible for Rhaenys to know what her son and Rhaenyra had planned. Yet the Queen Who Never Was, is as shrewd as she is observant. No doubt the formal union between Rhaenyra and Daemon helped feed into her suspicions.

That alone had frightened the Crowned Princess. She had always respected the older woman. Rhaenys had always been harsh towards her yet a small part inside Rhaenyra’s mind understands that it was never out of a place of malice. On the contrary everything Rhaenys had advised her to be cautious about had eerily all came true. The Velaryon’s are too powerful to lose as allies. May the fourteen flames keep them from turning on her.

“You worry to much” Daemon drawls with a wolffish grin. Looking as if he utterly enjoys receiving Rhaenyra’s ire.

“And you don’t worry enough.” She says snippily. The beauty seats herself next to her love. Not at all at ease with him next to her.

“I never thought my father capable of taking one of my children away from me” she says sadly. “At least Lucerys is going to live with your son. Rhaegar has proven himself to be honorable.”

Rhaenyra sees her husband shift uncomfortably. The Rogue Prince’s hand lightly touches his nose with thinking.

“The boy has quite the punch on him”

Daemon begins to smirk. She finds it a little off putting. Her mind remembering Daemon and Rhaegar’s scuffle during dinner at Driftmark. Where Daemon had insulted the boy’s dead mother and Rhaegar charged at him; cracking the bone on his sire’s nose.

“My boy is brilliant isn’t he”

Rhaenyra gives him an odd look. Completely confused by her husbands happy expression.

“Of course he is!” Daemon answers his own question. “He is my son after all. To think my legacy will continue with him.”

The man’s indigo eyes sparkling with undeserved pride.

“I think Rhaegar would rather shove a sword through your heart than acknowledge you as his sire” The Crown Princess says with an amused laugh.

The statement had brought Daemon out of his delusional fantasy and back to reality. The Rogue’s eyes locked completely into the roaring auburn flames of the hearth. The arrogant smirk appearing on his handsome face once more.

“Whether my son accepts it or not, I am his father.” The certitude in his voice strong. “He and I aren’t so different after all. Rhaegar proved it to me when he busted my nose.”

Daemon caresses a strand of his wife’s silver hair affectionately.

“Lucky for you my son is to marry your little insipid sister at the end of the year.”

“She’s not insipid!” Rhaenyra defends the girl.

Tis true however about the wedding. The date had been set and the invitation had sent.

Both she and Alicent had failed to secure Helaena for their respective sons. Alicent had been fuming no doubt when the king had announced the betrothal of the Little Princess and the Lord Rhaegar of Runestone. Hell even Rhaenyra felt a type of way that her father had not accepted the betrothal between Jacaerys and Helaena.

At the end of the day, Viserys is the king and the kings word is law. Both royal women had take and accept a loss.

Rhaenyra sighs “How is that lucky for me?”

“When the time comes for you to ascend the throne dear, having your little insipid sister on our side will make the greens think twice about usurping you.” He says it as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“I would not bring harm upon my little sister!” Rhaenyra growls. Hating the impish look on her husband’s face.

“We know that” he pats her back to soothe her rage. The dragon in his wife awake and alert.

“But the greens don’t.”

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The Dragon Queen

Jaehaera Targaryen x Aegon iii Targaryen

***!!!NOT CANON COMPLIANT!!!***

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Chapter 17: Jaehaera

The familiar arched windows, the rosewood desk and the scented candles; Jaehaera felt like she couldn’t breathe. All of sudden she a girl of six again.

She doesn’t understand why she expects her papa to appear before her. As if Aegon the second of his name would limp out of the shadows and smile at her with his tragedy filled lilac eyes. Jaehaera begins to hear her mothers deranged babbles as well. ‘A son for a son. Our debt has been paid.’ The loss of sanity shined hideously on her mamas red stained eyes. Yet perhaps what’s haunting Jaehaera more is the sound of both her brothers sweet laughter ringing in her eardrums. Jaehaerys her darling knight and her precious baby brother Maelor. Sweet boys gone to soon.

Her nails begin to unconsciously dig into the skin of her palms. Being in the King’s personal study was too much for her tortured soul to handle.

“Cousin” a deep voice broke her thoughts.

“Pardon? Oh…Sorry…”

King Aegon gives a gentle smile and hands her a goblet wine.

“Viserys tells me you prefer sour wines over sweet. We’ve managed to acquire some Dornish Red just for you.”

Jaehaera manages to give a small smile, uttering her thankfulness quietly. The dread she feels about being in her fathers study- well she supposes her cousins study now; still hasn’t left her. The Princess brings the goblet to her nose taking a petite whiff. Now Jaehaera is no expert when it comes to wine, yet she understands that the more bitter the wine’s aroma is, the older the wine is. The older the wine, the better the taste (at least that’s what the Meerenese say). And this Dornish Wine smelled bitter.

Finally she takes a small sip and sighs happily, Dornish Red did not disappoint her at all.

Jaehaera feels like she could tongue kiss the Dornish Prince in congratulations for producing such an exquisite delicacy.

“I’m glad it is to your liking Princess.” Aegon says amused.

They’re sitting across from each other each trying their best to not stare at other for too long. They are cousins. They share the same color palette yet they look so different.

Now Jaehaera doesn’t remember what the late Queen Rhaenyra looked like. Hell even the Velaryon boys, Jaehaera couldn’t bring herself to remember what they had once looked like. However locked away in the deepest part of her memory the princess remembers something her Grandmama Alicent had commented about her cousin Aegon.

‘Daemons firstborn son has his mothers eyes’ the Queen had said out of nowhere. With a wistful longing shining in her rich brown irises.

It had made her Uncle Aemond scoff in disinterest, and mother Helaena smile in agreement. So perhaps what Queen Alicent said was true. Perhaps Aegon did have his mothers eyes.

“I’m sorry for Baela’s outburst earlier” he begins awkwardly. “My sister… she’s just very protective.”

Protective of him or protective of their power? She wants to say out loud. Bitterness flooding her veins. His sister had given her an attitude since the moment Jaehaera stepped foot into the parley. Jaehaera isn’t oblivious like her sweet and weak mother Helaena once was. She knew when people were attempting to belittle her.

Ten years in Essos escaping and weaving her way through constant danger had helped Jaehaera identify friends from foes. Regrettably for her cousin Baela, the woman chosen to offend her, thus making a foe out of Jaehaera. No the Green Princess will not tolerate disrespect. Not when across the Narrow Sea the name Jaehaera Targaryen means something.

Unlike her cousins, Jaehaera had to make something of herself or else she would have died. Not like them who inherited their power through the death of the last remaining green. Her father.

“Don’t apologize on behalf of your sister on my account.” Jaehaera forces herself to calm her voice from its rising anger. “I’m used to not being well received on first sight.”

She sees the man frown. Not completely sure what he was thinking. So she quickly spoke to make herself favorable to him.

“Besides… I too lost my temper.” She sets her goblet of wine down. The wine finally settling her nerves. “Bad habit to have really.”

The smile she receives from him is small but charming.

“You still have that small dimple” she blurts. Fuck the booze is working a little too well. The Green Princess thinks to herself. Completely embarrassed.

Aegon raises an ashy brow.

“Um… I mean…”

“Your brother used to call me cheese cheek” he says with a tiny laugh.

“Well given that you had called Harry an elf…”

Both laugh heartily at the memory until it’s taken over uncomfortably silence. Jaehaera opts to look at her hands.

Jaehaerys will forever be a sensitive topic of discussion for her. Ten years. Ten blasted years and her heart still longs for her darling knight. Her beloved twin. Not matter how hard she willed her mind to let him go, Jaehaera’s heart isn’t ready to let Jaehaerys rest in peace. They came into the world together. They belonged together. Yet her twin is gone, and she remains.

Tears build up in the corner of lilac eyes. Guilt swarms her chest at the thought of her dearest harry’s corpse rotting in the ground while she still breathes. No longer able to hold her tears in she lets them fall with a small sob.

The kings large hands find her pale slender one engulfing them in their warmth.

“What happened to your brothers…” He begins with earnest. “Gods what happened to all of us…” his breathing shaky “We deserved none of it. No matter what faction was in the right or in the wrong. Us remaining survivors, are reaping what are parents sowed.”

The Princess’s tears falls onto their joined hands.

Jaehaera unconsciously begins to rub his knuckles, in appreciation for his comfort.

“Then let us sow a new beginning your grace.”

Aegon brings her knuckles to lips giving them a chivalrous peck. Amethyst eyes gleaming with earnestness.

“Lets.”

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The Great Bronze Conspiracy

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***!!!NOT CANON COMPLIANT!!!***

Aegon II Targaryen x OC Targaryen Royce

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The Prince’s eyes pierced at her through her thick white lace veil. Perhaps it was dread or curiosity on his behalf yet she could feel the intenseness they carried for her.

The Lady of Runestone understands. The Prince is being forced to marry a stranger. Yes they are cousins but they’ve never met before. It’s the first time they will lays eyes on each other. The first time he will see what his betrothed and soon to be wife looks like.

Everything Ser Gerold had instilled and planned, about avenging her murdered mother Rhea Royce; would begin to move into motion.

Her heart beats fast and her grip on her uncle’s arm tightens.

“Calm yourself lass.” He whispers to her gently. “Everything we are doing is for the greater good.”

Her skips a beat. Ser Gerold speaks with truth. Standing up straighter, the veiled lady begins to use more grace in her strides. This is her wedding. The beginning of her legacy. She will not allow people to write that she trembled the whole way down the aisle.

“It’s as if she’s walking on air” a voice whispers. Loud enough for her to hear as she walks past.

“She must be ugly” another voice says quietly. “Why else would they bring her veiled for no one to see?”

Before reaching the steps the veiled bride falls into a deep courtesy, bowing respectfully to the King of the Seven Kingdoms and his Queen. The King looks at her with curious eyes but smiles nonetheless, nodding back to his firstborn niece who he has never seen the face of.

The Queen looks at her with suspicion eyes and gives her a stiff smile. “Seven blessing dear” words insincere.

The mysterious bride continues forward to the steps. She curtesy’s to her soon to be husband, taking in piercing lilac eyes. Ser Gerold carefully removes her lace veil, revealing silver locks cascading down her back.

The whole room gasps.

Taking in the Prince’s shocked expression, the Lady of Runestone kneels before her soon to be husband, lowering her gaze. Playing into a faux coy demureness.

“My prince… I hope that I’m not a disappointment…” her voice lovely, melodic.

She sees his feet make his way down the steps. Her heart races like a wild stallion trotting as fast as can be in the Vale’s grasslands.

Prince Aegon offers his hand. Helping the beauty up. His eyes wide with childlike wonder. “Not at all my lady” his voice husky.

Amélia’s pearly smile slowly oozing in temptation. Her warm honey brown eyes locking with his lilac ones. Warmness shifting into alluring sultriness for only him to see.

He breathes a little heavier, just enough for her to notice. Unconsciously his grip on her slender hand tightens and he begins to rub his thumb over her knuckles.

‘Poor fool’ she thinks to herself. ‘I’ll make a cute puppet out of him’

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The Great Bronze Conspiracy

Aegon II Targaryen x OC Targaryen- Royce

Coming Soon!!!!!

****!!!!NOT CANON COMPLIANT!!!!****

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A Bronze Knight stands in the cool crisp morning, giving his murdered cousin her final salute. His jaw tightens as Lady Rhea’s casket is lowered into the rich brown earth. A tradition they have kept to honor their bronze ancestors.

The Runestone Septon delivers the final prayer, so that the deceased may find her peace among the Seven. Ser Gerold almost scoffs. Rhea had devoted her beliefs to the Old Gods. She did so out of defiance. It had been her nature to do the opposite of what was expected. The beauty lived life to the rhythm of her drum.

The few Royce’s left, stand together all sharing solemn expressions though their honey brown irises gleam in rage.

“Bring me the babe” Ser Gerold commands harshly.

The mousy wet nurse moves forward passing the pretty baby into the knights arms carefully. She’s bundled in an emerald woven blanket, embroidered with bronze colored flowers.

Squirming in her uncles arms. The man gives a thoughtful hum and turns to face his cousins. The silver clouds begin to disperse allowing a glowing light to fall on the small Royce clan.

“Our Lady Rhea will be avenged” Ser Gerold says with great conviction, “I swear it by the Old Gods and the New.” His cousins cheer in an agreement.

The tender infant lets out a small coo, opening her lovely brown eyes. The wind caressing her frosty wisps of hair. The new lord regent stares down at the infant in his arms. Allowing himself to shed a single tear for her.

“We will make a Queen out of you Amélia Royce”

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Soul of Bronze; Blood of Fire

****Not Canon Compliant!!!!****

Helaena Targaryen x OC Targaryen- Royce

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Chapter 17: Alicent

The loveliness of the day betrayed the grim atmosphere Alicent felt in the sail back to King’s Landing. The Queen sat vigilantly next to her maimed son, holding seven pointed star rosary. Reciting each prayer faithfully for the betterment of her darling boy.

“Glory to the father, may his judgment be just. Glory to the mother, May her protection be-“

“plentiful” a voice spoke up behind the Queen.

Her grace turns back to face the voice, with a startled expression. Eyes softening when she realizes who it is.

“Ser Rhaegar” she croaks on the brink of tears. “Would you like to join me in prayer?”

The boy nods kneeling down next to her. Bowing his head in reverence for the Seven. The Queen clears her throat and starts again from the beginning.

“Glory to the Father, may his judgment be just. Glory to the Mother, may her protection be plentiful. Glory to the Maiden, may her love be sincere. Glory to the Crone, may her wisdom be everlasting. Glory to the Warrior, may his strength be victorious. Glory to the Smith, may his labor be prosperous. Glory to the Stranger, may his wrath be feared.”

“Amen” Rhaegar says quietly.

“Amen” Alicent wipes her teary eyes on her sleeve.

Rhaegar pulls out a bronze handkerchief from his doublet and hands it to his Queen. Her slender hands drying her tears yet she can only will herself to cry harder into the cloth.

“You’re to good for this court child.” She says between sobs. “You have been nothing but kind to people who don’t deserve it. I fear I have behaved ghastly towards you.”

Her voice trembles as she finds his lavenders eyes.

“Could you find it in your heart to forgive my unwarranted predijuce against you Rhaegar?” Tone sincere.

The young knight smiles sadly for brief second. “There’s nothing to forgive your grace”

Alicent swallows nervously. They’re both still kneeling besides Aemond’s bed. Her darling boy sleeping heavily due to the combination of milk of the poppy and essence of nightshade. Only his steady breathing could be heard. Alicent caresses Aemond’s frosty hair. Another sob escapes her lips.

“I dishonored myself terribly.”

“No” The knight says with reassurance. “Your grace, you reacted how any mother would have reacted.”

The Queens brown eyes meet Rhaegar’s for a brief second before looking away in shame.

“As did the Princess” she whispers to herself.

Which brought out a sad sigh from the juvenile “Aye… as did she”

Rhaegar stands up and gives the distraught women his hand to help her up from kneeling. She accepts the help with a quiet thank you. Alicent takes her seat on the cushioned chair.

“Ser Rhaegar…” An awkward pause. She has so much to say yet doesn’t know how to express it. “I have given much thought to the proposition you’ve made about sending both my son and the Prince Lu- and Rhaenyra’s son to Runestone to squire.”

The Queen couldn’t bring herself to utter Prince Lucerys name.

“Once Aemond shows improvement and if he so desires…” she lets out a deep exhale “I will allow him to go and live as your ward. No matter if Rhaenyra also sends her son or not.”

The shock on the Heir of Runestone’s face couldn’t be contained. Unbeknownst to Alicent, Rhaegar was going to propose Aemond’s squirehood at Runestone to his uncle the king when they returned to King’s Landing. Yet he had spouted his idea to soon when the two royal women were at each others necks. Perhaps it was a bit impertinent for Rhaegar to meddle in a situation that didn’t involve him. Yet having his cousins future in endangered by both women with threats of torture… it just didn’t sit right in Rhaegar’s heart. Aemond and Lucerys are just children after all .

“If Aemond allows us the honor to foster him your grace, I vow to make a good man out of him.”

The words ring true in Alicent’s chest. She doesn’t know when this parentless boy had swayed her into trusting him. Yet surely enough the queen knows Rhaegar will live up to his vow or he’ll die trying.

“I know” a sad smile gracing her lips. “I know you will.”

“The Princess Helaena gave me some advice before arriving at Driftmark.” He begins offhandedly.

It piqued the Queens interest since it had to do with her sweet Helaena. Her sweet daughter who still hasn’t forgiven Alicent for calling her betrothal a wretched one. That had been weeks ago and still Helaena didn’t speak with her mother unless she had too. No longer did she attend their usual tea time in the afternoons in the garden. Nor did she come into her mothers chamber to just sit and embroider her curious insects on her handkerchiefs. Nothing. Helaena had completely shut her out.

“We were conversing on the way to the dragon pit about my relationship with my father and how it doesn’t exist.”

Alicent sees a sad twinkle in the boys eyes.

“I told her that I wasn’t sure how I would react if I saw him. If I’d be sad, if I’d ignore him or if my anger would get the best of me.” He let’s put a rueful huff.

“The Princess told me that fighting fire with fire would only cause a larger fire. Everyone would burn.” The boys gaze falls to his hands.

“I didn’t listen and let my anger get the best of me…” and they all burned.

It was left unsaid but Alicent understood. The poor boy blames himself and that completely cracked the ice shielding Alicent’s heart.

“I was reading a verse in the Book of the Mother” Alicent begins piously. “For the love the Seven Gods hold for their flock is so great and so dear that when one strays away the seven wait patiently for their lamb to return and embrace it with open arms.”

A smile appears on Rhaegar’s face and Alicent lets herself smile as well.

“Its a good feeling knowing that the Seven will forgive us no matter how grave the sin.” The boy says quietly. “We mostly just need to learn how to forgive ourselves.”

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The Dragon Queen

Jaehaera Targaryen x Aegon III Targaryen

****Not Canon Compliant!!!!*****

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Chapter 16: Jaehaera

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Why isn’t there ever any booze at these parley meetings? A certain anxious princess thinks to herself as she takes in her surroundings. Both parties sat across from each other enduring tense moments of awkwardness.

With steady lilac eyes the estranged princess scanned the Westerosi Court like a hawk scouting its prey.

The Kings sister eyes were emulating hers. Though the Princess Baela did little to hide the scornfulness from her lovely visage. Jaehaera welcomed it. It was easier to deal with an adversary who wore their thoughts so openly on their face. Disdain, bitterness and perhaps even some resentment mingled on the Princess Baela’s face. All mixing into a look of absolute fury filled hauteur.

If the Pentosi born woman thought she could cow Jaehaera into submission, she was in for a rude awakening. A pretty smile appears on her lips aimed at the Princess Baela. When Targaryens are born the Gods flip a coin. Madness or greatness. Jaehaera isn’t sure on which side of the coin she landed on. Yet she knows one thing for sure; Jaehaera the first of her name fears absolutely nothing. Not since walking out of the pyre unharmed in the Dothraki Sea with her three dragons. The Gods chose her that day and she will move through this unjust world as she sees fit.

“Princess Jaehaera” a deep voice spoke. The Princess’s eyes linking with those of Aegon Targaryen. She sees him swallow his spit nervously.

Handsome. Aegon was handsome. Terribly so. Shoulders broad, elegant jaw. His hair the same silver shade as his brother Viserys. Viserys was a charming type of handsome. A handsome that was straight out of a child’s tale. Aegon was more rugged looking. Like straight out of a war ballad.

Jaehaera was positive he only has to stare at maiden stoically to have her swooning.

Not that she was…

Jaehaera leans back into her seat with languid grace. “Your grace” she responds with a hint of a cautious intonation.

Morghul screeches once more protectively over its master. Jaehaera’s uneasiness must be seeping through to their bones thus making them nervous in return.

Amethyst orbs begin to sweep down her person. Not in the way men usually gazed at her with lust filled eyes and sleazy grins. Those looks had began making her ill at ease, at a young age. Ever since she had flowered, male attention had made her uncomfortable. Remembering an instance were a nobleman from Tyrosh had exposed himself unwarranted to her. Jaehaera had screamed and Ser Robert came rushing in beheading the pervert. Ser Robert had saved her from something unimaginably gruesome that day. Jaehaera was only thirteen then.

No Aegon didn’t have a depraved spark in his eye that most men have. The King seemed to be assessing her like a maester would study an injured patient. Cautiously and calculatedly. That was fair. Aegon only knew her through the written words of Viserys.

Viserys who has proven himself trustworthy in the eyes of Jaehaera when he and Ser Robert had risked their lives to save her from the Sons of Harpy. How could she not open her heart to Prince Viserys after that? The Prince wasn’t just her cousin now, he was her friend. So the Princess will take a chance and trust Viserys when he says Aegon wishes no harm upon her or her dragons.

“It pleases me greatly that your journey back home was swift and safe.” His grace says with gentle candor.

“Yes we were very fortunate that the sea agreed with us” she replies with a kind smile

“Very fortunate” Aegon parrots back. The king licks his lips nervously glancing at his sister for a brief second. Said sister takes it as a hint to takeover the conversation.

“It’s good to have you back in OUR capital cousin.” The Princess Baela says haughtily not meaning a single word.

Jaehaera almost laughs at the poor attempt her cousin was making to grate her nerves. Of fucking course it was THEIR capital. They’ve been there since the war ended. If Jaehaera started to press claim on the shit stinking city she’d only look stupid. All her immediate connections to the throne were dead. She knows that. Baela knows it too. So why was the older woman attempting to taunt her?

Luckily for Jaehaera she knows well that Baela still utilizes her title of Princess even though she has been the Lady of Driftmark for some time now. If Baela wants a battle of wits Jaehaera would give it to her.

“Thank you kindly Lady Baela” Jaehaera drawls. “It’s always a blessing to receive such a warm welcome my lady” her tone chirpy.

Jaehaera gives a radiant smile as she takes in Baela’s soft sneer.

The Green Princess bats her eyes prettily at the older woman, relishing in the silent wrath she was receiving. Out of the corner of her eyes she sees Ser Robert smirk smugly. Understanding what his liege was doing. They were always quick to become in sync. To naturally pick up on each others ideas. Now was no different, her sworn shield just had to wait patiently for Jaehaera to give a sign and he’d do the rest.

The King interjects the two women mediating a problem that has not even begun.

“Yes WE do hope your stay feels most welcomed by US.” He says glaring inconspicuously to his older sister. Baela smiles in agreement, yet Jaehaera notes the smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“There are so many things to say…” he begins awkwardly. “I know summoning you to King’s Landing may come as a surprise to you-“

“Not really” Jaehaera interjects. Smiling softly as she takes in the Westerosi councils shocked faces; at her interrupting their King mid sentence.

“Oh well… uh”

“I mean given the circumstance of me successfully hatching three baby dragons… I would understand your sudden haste of summoning me back to the capital.” Jaehaera says bluntly. Growing tired of their fake amiability.

“I’d feel threatened too” she adds to vex her cousin Baela once more. Accomplishing exactly that.

“Threatened?” The Lady of Driftmark hisses glaring daggers at the younger woman. “Threatened by the likes of you? HA!” The woman clicks her tongue.

“Quiet Baela” The King hisses back.

“No it’s fine!” Jaehaera assures her royal cousin with a faux kind smile. “I can sympathize with my older cousin. If I lost one of my dragons I’d be just as aggrieved and peevish as she is.”

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” Baela roars standing up ready to pounce on Jaehaera.

Aegon grabs her arm harshly forcing his enraged sister to sit down.

Viserys sits back amused by the whole thing, attempting to hold in his laugh for the love of the Seven.

“ALRIGHT THATS ENOUGH!” The King stands up from his seat. “Both of you. We are here to discuss terms of peace as a family. To move forward together for the betterment of our house.”

His gazes falls on Baela then to Jaehaera solemnly. “We must cease this infighting at once. Civil war has torn this family apart for too long. Let the bitterness and resentment of our respective parents be buried with our parents.”

The King helps his sister up from her seat dragging her to the center of both parties. Then he does the same for Jaehaera.

“Shakes hands both of you. Let us all begin anew.”

The Targaryen women take each other’s hands. Shaking with feminine vigor. Lilac and indigo locking with reluctance. Both tightening their grip almost painfully.

Their eyes mutually saying “This isn’t over”

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Soul of Bronze; Blood of Fire

****Not canon compliant!!!!****

Helaena Targaryen x OC Targaryen Royce

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Chapter 16: Rhaegar Driftmark PT. 3

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After the dinner fiasco, the whole of Driftmark’s court was summoned to the great hall. Rhaegar’s anger had not completely died down. Yet he would act civilly and try not to have another lapse in character. He had dishonored Runestone greatly and had dishonored himself even more. Though a small part of his ego terrified him that the sound of his sires bones cracking had pleased him immensely. It felt good to get vindication. Even if it a small amount.

The tension in Driftmark’s great hall could be sliced with a dagger.

Rhaegar stood next to Aegon and Helaena. The three of them staring in horror at Aemond. He’s been mutilated by the hands of Lucerys Velaryon. The maester inspects the young prince diligently with skillful fingers.

“Jace?” The Crowned Princess voice is heard entering the hall, “LUKE!” She yells as she sees that state of her second born son, kneeling down to his level. She mutters at him to show her his nose. “Who did this?” Rhaenyra asks out in the open.

“They attacked me!” Aemond responds.

“He attacked Baela!” Jacaerys yells back.

The hall erupts into chaos. The blame flicking back and forth from the two parties of squabbling children. The King looks down at his feet with a defeated sigh while his brother leans against the door.

Rhaegar locks eyes his with his sire. The Rouge Prince smiles cockily at his son causing Rhaegar to sneer.

“Enough” the king says. Neither Rhaenyra nor Alicent pay any heed.

“Enough” he says a little louder.

“It is my son who should be telling the tale!” Alicent screams out.

“He called us-“ Jace begins but couldn’t finish because the lost his patience.

“SILENCE!” Viserys roars.

All eyes fall onto their monarch, staying quiet as he hobbled down to his son.

“Aemond I will have the truth of what happened, now.” The kings second son stays quiet and his mother interferes.

“What else is there to hear? Your son has been maimed and her son is responsible.”

“It was a regrettably accident” Rhaenyra counters back.

“Accident?” The Queen’s voice filled with incredulity. “The Prince Lucerys brought a blade to the ambush. He meant to kill my son”

Aegon and Rhaegar share a look of reluctance.

“It was my sons who were attacked and forced to defend themselves” The Princess put a protective hand on Lucerys shoulder.

“Vile insults were levied against them!” She snarls slightly.

“What insults?” The King asks his daughter.

“The legitimacy of my sons birth was put loudly to question”

“what?”

“He called us bastards” Jacaerys says quietly.

The whole room grows eerily silent. Rhaegar felt his blood run cold. If that was the truth Aemond could face serious consequences for speaking brashly. Rhaegar doesn’t think he could be able to win against a seasoned knight in a trial by combat. But he’d certainly try. If it meant Aemond was kept safe.

“My sons are in line to inherit the Iron Throne your grace this the highest of treasons.” The Princess says clutching her son. “Prince Aemond must be sharply questioned so we might learn where he heard such slanders.”

The Queens eyes fill with unshed tears “Over an insult? My son has lost an eye”

“You tell me boy” the King looks down at his mutilated son “where did you hear this lie?”

“The insult was training yard bluster. The lot of boys. It was nothing” the Queen stales, and is ignored by her kingly husband.

“Aemond I asked you a question”

“Where is Ser Laenor, I wonder the boys fathers… perhaps he might have something to say on the matter” the Queen glares at her stepdaughter and husband.

“Yes where is Ser Laenor?” The King asks as well.

Rhaegar notices the small panic cross his cousins Rhaenyra’s eyes.

“I do not know your grace. I… could not find sleep, I’d gone out to walk.”

The Heir of Runestone saw clearly through the Princess’s bullshit. Rhaegar saw that she and the Rouge Prick entered to the hall together. With disheveled hair no less. He feels Helaena’s hand squeeze his gently. And he engulfs hers completely in a protective manner.

Her grace the queen pursed her lips before saying “entertaining his young squires I would venture.” Off to the side an amused Ser Criston Cole snorts quietly to himself as his queens comment.

“Aemond look at me” the King begins his questioning anew. Aemond glared his sole lilac eye at his sire. “Your King demands an answer, who spoke these lies to you?”

The young prince flicks his eye at his mother causing the King to look back at his Queen.

Helaena digs her nails into Rhaegar’s skin painfully, but the juvenile doesn’t even flinch. Mentally preparing himself if Aemond is to be taken by guards.

“It was Aegon” Aemond murmurs.

“Me?” The firstborn son squeeks. Aegon’s face filling with fear.

“And you boy” the King makes his way to Aegon. “Where did you hear such calumnies?”

The prince stand stills, not daring to utter a word.

“AEGON!” The King yells in the frighten princes face. “Tell me the truth of it?”

“We know father” he says lowly “everyone knows. Just look at them.”

They dare not speak. Rhaenyra holds her father’s gazes. Rhaegar sees the hidden fire in the king erupt like a volcano.

“This interminable infighting must cease!” Viserys stomps his cane to the ground enunciating his point. “All of you! We are family!”

“Now make your apologies and show good will to one another. Your Father, Your Grandsire, Your Uncle, YOUR KING DEMANDS IT!”

Giving Aemond on last disappointed look, his grace makes to exit the hall. Rhaegar sees the queens gazes following the kings departing frame.

“That is insufficient” she says for all to hear. “Aemond has been damaged permanently my king, good will, cannot make him whole.”

The turns back to face his distressed wife.

“I know Alicent but I cannot restore his eye”

“no because it’s been taken”

“what would you have me do?” He says exasperated.

“There is debt to be paid” their eyes locked fiercely. “I shall have one of her sons eyes in return” The Queen gazes now landing on Rhaenyra.

Murmurs and whispers breaking through great hall in panic.

“My dear wife”

“he’s your son Viserys, your blood” her voice desperate.

“Do not allow your temper to guide your judgement.”

“If the king will not seek justice the queen will” Her grace stand up taller lifting up her chin “Sir Criston bring me the eye of Lucerys Velaryon”

“Mother” the little princeling panics. Rhaenyra shields her son, and Lord Corlys Velaryon puts a protective hand on the boys shoulder.

Rhaegar sees the White Cloak hesitate.

“He can choose what eye to keep. A privilege he did not grant my son”

“You will do no such thing!” The Princess Rhaenyra says authoritatively.

The King look at the knight “Stay your hand” he commands.

“No you are sworn to me!” Alicent says with a burning rage.

“As your protector my queen” Ser Criston says solemnly looking at his lord commander the whole time.

“Alicent this matter is finished” the kings hisses “do you understand?”

Finally the queens tears shed. Rhaegar feels for the Queen Alicent and for the Princess Rhaenyra. Both women stuck between a rock and a hard place.

“Let both the Prince Aemond and the Prince Lucerys squire in Runestone.” Rhaegar says loudly catching the attention of his Kingly uncle.

“Nephew-“

“Let them squire along side each other in a neutral place so that a brotherhood can be forged.” Rhaegar’s voice diplomatic.

Both the Queen and the Princess Rhaenyra begin to glare the Heir of Runestone.

“We will speak more of this tomorrow Prince Rhaegar” the king’s eyes softening for his only nephew. He walks away slowly. Yet turns around with harden eyes once more.

“And let it be known, ANYONE whos tongue dares question the birth of Princess Rhaenyra’s sons, shall have it removed”

That caused his heirs eyes to brighten. With a genuine relieved voice the princess says “Thank you father”

The kings begins to exit once more.

The Queen oddly quiet with small tears streaking down her lovely face.

With a shocking speed her grace unsheathed her husbands dagger.

“ALICENT” the kings yells.

“Hold your ground!” The Lord Commander yells.

The Queen lunges towards the Princess, with quick reflexes Rhaenyra was able catch on grip on the Queens armed hand. Prince Lucerys screams in terror.

“Stand down Ser Criston” the White Cloak had followed his Queens lead. Prince Daemon moves quickly to stop the Dornishman. Yet was surprised when he felt a push on his chest. Rhaegar had come in between the two men blocking them from each other. The two King’s Gaurd knight grabbed hold of their brother while Rhaegar and Daemon locked eyes. Prince Daemon smiled devilishly at his son enjoying the hateful glint Rhaegar’s eyes held.

“You’ve gone to far!” The Princess spits out glancing at the dagger pointed above her head.

“I? What have I done but was expected of me?” Alicent cries out “forever upholding the kingdom, the family, the law. While you flaunt your duty as you please!” She accuses her once best friend.

“Alicent let her go!” The king says commands.

“Where is duty? Where is sacrifice? It’s trampled under your pretty foot again”

“Release the blade Alicent!” The Lord Hand orders his daughter to no avail.

“And now you take my sons eye and to even that you feel entitled.”

“Exhausting wasn’t it? Hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness.” She then whispers “but now they see you as you are”

The queen pushes her stepdaughter back roughly slicing alabaster skin in the process. Everyone staring in quiet shock as crimson blood runs down the Princess’s arm.

The dagger falls from the Queen’s hand. Aemond gives his mother a look of grief.

“Do not mourn me mother” all eyes fall the one eyed prince. The boy turns to face his eldest sister “it was a far exchange. I may have lost an eye but I gained a dragon”

“this proceeding is at an end” The king says once and for all.

Rhaegar pushed his sire back harshly. Both unsure of how to move forward.

Prince Daemon gives a mocking bow to his son makes his way to Rhaenyra. Putting a protective hand on her and her son.

The hall was split in two. With only Rhaegar left in the middle. Gods have mercy on them all.

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And we’re back!!! Thank you guys for your patience! ❤️ This meds I’m on are really fucking with me. I’ll have waves of productivity but then will crash in bouts disheartening lack of motivation. I feel like I need to get off them.

Comments are always welcome!! ❤️

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