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Erlebnisse: III- Marmoris

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Oc

Summary: The family is reunited at Driftmark under tragic circumstances. Aemma is introduced to Daemon and her cousins. With her mother absent, the Queen has a moment with Aemma. Aemond finally claims his own dragon that ends in violence. The young princess's loyalty is tested.

A/N: omg y'all. It's so long.....I promise I'll pace the next chapters better but there was a lot to cover before the timeskip. :) I hope yall enjoy! ⚠️ this was not beta'd so I apologize for any and all grammer mistakes.

The night air was cold. Colder with the way Aerion cut through the sky making the small girl’s pale hair whip behind her. The wind bit at her raw cheeks and she only huddled closer to her mount’s back. The pitch dragon could feel her unease and rumbled to appease his rider. The vibration was comforting but didn’t quell the sorrow the girl felt. Nothing could.

She sniffed away her swirling thoughts and rubbed at her face. Her hands were stiff from gripping his reins so tightly. She hadn’t noticed. Her mind was on Ser Strong. And Aemond. What would either think of her? Her day started so happy and the next thing she knew- they were flying to Dragonstone. Fleeing to a place she’d never been to.

That wasn’t her home. It was a lonely fort she’d only been told stories about. A birthright of her mother’s.

Violet eyes flicked up to the shape of Syrax before her. The golden dragon flew steady. Tiny Arrax and Vermax flew at her sides. They were too small for the boys to ride so her brothers were on a ship with the rest of their family.

Aemma had refused to be stuck on a ship. Unable to hide away and process the day.

Syrax slowed so she and Aerion could catch up. The two smaller dragons flew ahead without a care. Aemma thought they looked excited. Gliding beside them, Rhaenyra called out to her daughter. “We’ll land there.” She motioned to the edge of a rocky island. Aemma squinted, Dragonstone was a mass of dangerous cliffs and rocks? This was her mother’s birthright. The family home?

She scrunched her nose in distaste. Aemma was about to retort but the heavy night clouds broke and moonlight crowned the palace. Her eyes widened at the sight.

It looked formidable. All sharp points and thick stone. Steam seemed to bellow from the ground itself. A testament to those that called it home. Aemma was speechless. Her mother chuckled from beside her.

“Beautiful, isn’t it? Our home.” She hadn’t taken her eyes off of her daughter. The girl always internalized things. Not since she was a babe had Rhaenyra seen her break down. Even then it was behind her closed door. Alone. She’d hoped to have a moment with her daughter. The boys expressed their confusion and pain at Harwin’s departure. Aemma, she believed, was more observant and she felt like there were words unsaid that needed to be expressed.

Hopefully this was a new beginning for all of them. But more so, she wanted her daughter to feel at ease. “We’ll land on the beach to regroup with everyone else.”

Aemma was still silent but when she met her mother’s eyes there wasn’t a fog of detachment to them. They were bright again. Curious and full of wonder.

The two dragons began to descend. Syrax landed first. Sand flew through the air at her powerful wings. She didn’t seem curious at the island. More like it was familiar to her as it was her master. Aerion landed on the rocks above. His head tilted in various directions, taking in the sights. He huffed deeply, scenting the air. And, no doubt, the other dragons that slumbered out of view. His body was poised. Limbs restless in curiosity. He made another rumble and Aemma heard his jaws clack in excitement.

“Aemma!” Her mother called to them she’d already dismounted and was staring up.

Aemma patted Aerion on his side which cut his attention to her. He unraveled his wings to slide the girl down. He was gentle with her and ensured his rider made it safely to the ground. Syrax chortled at him in reprimand- like her own mother who fixed her with a worried look. Aemma was smiling as she saddled up to her mother but Aerion’s call had her turning.

“Jikagon tymās. Sōvēs!” Aemma called up to him. Shaking the itch under his skin he bellowed back to her and flew off. Syrax followed him, more to wrangle the younger dragons that were somewhere on the island.

“So obedient.” Rhaenyra mused as the two watched their dragons disappear behind the cliffs. Aemma looked over at her mother with a large smile. “Come. Let’s go greet the others.” Rhaenyra shared her daughter’s smile and held out her hand. Aemma eagerly latched on and nearly ran to the water’s edge. The ship carrying their family was slowing approaching.

“Of course, love.” She shook their hands.

“Can I pick my own room?” She looked up at her mother. Rhaenyra smiled glad she was momentarily distracted from the day before.

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“What!” Rhaenyra breathed out. Her hand clutched to her chest. She felt the air rush from her lungs.

“Their bodies were found this morning. No one survived.” Laenor was tense beside her as the messenger looked down.

“Th-that can’t be possible.” She nearly choked on her words. “It can’t! We only just saw them-“ she had to turn away and cover her mouth. Whether it was nausea or just shock or even a sob. She couldn’t tell. How would she tell the children? They’d be crushed. Now that her twins knew the truth. It would break them.

They were just outside. In the courtyard training with Ser Qarl.

“You know what they say about Harrenhall, princess. It’s-“

“Don’t.” She snapped. The man looked down again biting his tongue. “Gods…” she couldn’t even form the words.

“There’s something else, princess.” The messenger continued. Nervous eyes looked over to Laenor. “It’s your sister, m’Lord.” Rhaenyra glanced between the two men.

“Laena?” He looked confused and shook his head. “What does she have to do with…”

“I’m afraid she passed in the night as well. Childbirth.” Each word felt like lead on the man’s tongue. To give two royals two equally devastating news would land him in a dragon’s belly. Best make it quick. “I’m sorry.” He finished, moving to leave.

“No. No, no!” Laenor shouted rushing forward. “That can’t be- not Laena.” Tears already were forming in his eyes. “It can’t…” he looked helplessly from the messenger to Rhaenyra and back. “…no.” He creaked out, nearly doubling over in sorrow. Rhaenyra moved to help him. What she was helping she didn’t know. Help him fall gently? Help him stand? Just hold him in their shared despair? She could feel his silent sobs.

“That’s all.” She schooled herself and dismissed the man.

“There’s to be a funeral. Tomorrow. At Driftmark.” Now he was finished. He bowed his head and strode out of the keep before either dragon rider’s pain turned to rage.

“Laenor.” Rhaenyra rubbed her thumb along his shoulder in comfort. She sniffed to clear the tears in her own eyes. He didn’t reply. He was gasping for breath between the violent hollow sobs. “Laenor.” She tried again shaking him slightly. Again she was met with silence.

“Laenor!” Now she startled him to look at her. She blinked back, surprised by her own voice. “The children…” she started. He shakily stood with tears still running down his face. “We must-“ she choked again. “We must tell the children.” Raising her head and steeling herself. One of them had to be strong. Laenor’s empty eyes faltered before he staggered to the nearest goblet of wine and downed it.

Rhaenyra’s own gaze faltered before making her way towards the courtyard. She’d have to do it alone. Laenor was in no shape to face anyone. Let alone the children. Qarl was in the middle of calling out commands to the three children who were swinging training swords. She carefully gripped his arm and whispered lowly, “He needs you.” Qarl looked over at her, took in the red of her eyes and looked to the entryway from where she came. He nodded in understanding and rushed to find Laenor.

Her three children squinted up at her through the sunshine confused. They stood in silence for a beat before Aemma spoke. “What’s wrong, mother?” Rhaenyra blinked harshly and quickly wiped the tears that fell. How she wished her daughter wasn’t as keen as she was in this moment. Jace and Luce tilted their heads in attention.

“Come, children.” She ushered them over to a bench. She hadn’t noticed how weak her legs were until she sat. Jace held her outreached hand while Luce sat on her knee. She ran her fingers through his brown curls and kissed the boy’s forehead. Aemma stood further away, Rhaenyra could already see her daughter bracing herself for whatever their mother had to say.

“Last night…” she took another breath. “…there was a fire, in Harrenhall.” The boys were now tense. “There were no survivors.” She had to look away from Aemma’s stare. Luce ripped himself from her side to look at her. Jace was frozen in pace. All three pairs of eyes boring holes into their mother’s head.

“No. It’s not possible!” Luce screamed. His elder siblings were deathly still. “That means Ser Strong is-“ he couldn’t finish. He didn’t dare. He felt like speaking the words only solidified what she was saying.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice was weak and broken.

“There’s no way-“

“You’re lying!” Jace finally broke out. Their joined hands fell as he too moved away. Their sister was still silent. Her violet eyes were staring at a fixed point in the stone.

“We should have been there-“

“We only just saw him-“

“He was alone-“

“This can’t be real-“

“He’s got to be-“

The boys were screaming over each other at their mother. Tears already pouring down their faces. Rhaenyra kept her head down and took in her daughter still silent.

“You’re lying-“

“No!”

“And last night.” Their mother spoke above them, lifting her head. The boys were still and quieted but their hearts beat wildly. “Your aunt, Laena passed as well. There’s going to be a funeral at Driftmark. We will all be in attendance-“

“We’re going to Harrenhall to-“

“You can’t make us go-“

“We have to be there for Ser Strong!”

“We will be in attendance at Driftmark.” She said with finality. Luce ran off while Jace glared up at her before storming away.

And then there were two.

“Aemma-“ Rhaenyra shakily called out to her daughter.

The girl blinked up. Eyes glossed over and void once again.

“My sweet girl.” She moved towards Aemma.

“He’s really gone now?” Her voice was but a whisper but it was loud enough to shatter her mother’s heart.

“I’m so, so sorry, my love.” She reached out but was stopped.

“Did they find my necklace?” It caught Rhaenyra off guard.

“What?”

“My necklace. Was it found? Did someone bring it to you?”

“Then he’s alive.” Aemma nodded to herself. Rhaenyra was confused but her daughter simply e turned to follow her brothers. The girl stopped and looked back to her. “I’ll see to them.” She offered a soft smile before leaving Rhaenyra alone.

“N-no. They didn’t.” She shook her head.

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Their entire family was there. She'd never seen her cousins, Baela and Rhaena. Or their father Daemon. Her heart ached that their meeting was under such circumstances. When she wasn't watching the waves she watched the two hollow faced girls. Too young and soft to shoulder such loss.

The early morning sun gave the waters an ethereal and welcoming glow. That's what Aemma thought as she watched sadly when the guardsmen began to tighten the ropes. It was warm but the seas' wind kept the heat at bay. She stood between her father and mother with Jace beside her. Her little hand was clasped in her father's but his hold was limp. He often wavered like the wind itself would carry him away. It worried her.

Jace and Luce felt that same pain. So did mother she suspected. Despite her trying to appease them that Ser Strong was still alive, none of them listened. Her twin had even yelled at her just that morning. He called her an 'idiot' and that she was 'too stupid to know anything'. He ordered her to never talk about him again. They hadn't spoken since.

Her lilac eyes drifted down in respect as grand-uncle Vaemond began the funeral rights in Old Valyrian.

"We join today at the Seat of the Sea to commit the Lady Laena of House Velaryon to the eternal waters, the dominion of the Merling King where He will guard her for all the days to come."

Aemma quirked her head to look up at Vaemond. He seemed to be glaring at her uncle Daemon as he continued. Her attention was cut when her father faltered again. She glanced up, worried and squeezed his hand in comfort. The man made no signs that he felt it. His swollen, empty eyes were fixed on his sister's tomb.

"As she sets to sea for her final voyage, the Lady Laena leaves two true-born daughters on the shore. Though their mother will not return from her voyage, they will all remain bound together in blood. Salt courses through Velaryon blood."

Vaemond's wide eyed glare now shifted to her mother. Aemma looked up at her but she was already staring back at him. The look made her blood run cold and she cowered into herself and closer to her father's arm.

"Ours runs thick. Ours runs true. And ours must never thin."

Daemon now looked at Vaemond and giggled. Everyone's eyes shot to him in various shades of loathing and confusion.

An uncomfortable pause before the men began to hoist Laena's tomb off of the rocky slab. Another started to throw salt on top of the stone coffin. Aemma looked back to Vaemond as he continued the final rights. She looked to Jace who pointedly ignored her then she looked across to the girls. Both watching their mother's coffin be dragged to sea.

Finally her eyes landed on Aemond. He was standing between his own mother and father. And staring right back at her. She gave him a gentle sad smile and he returned it with a weak one of his own. He looked down and then away from her. It had Aemma blinking back towards Laena's tomb.

"My gentle niece. May the winds be as strong as your back, your seas as calm as your spirit, and your nets be as full as your heart. From the sea we came. To the sea we shall return."

The men rallied one last pull of rope and the coffin fell into the crystalline depths below. Everyone lowered their heads in respect for a silent moment. It was Lord Corlys who moved first, he shifted his weight a step back. Signaling that everyone else could disperse.

Aemma had missed the cue, staring across the waters in awe. Musing that the morning was beautiful and should she have a funeral, she'd like it to be as beautiful as this one. Rhaenyra had gently shook her shoulder then placed a hand on Laenor's.

She looked between the two before her mother ushered the children away. To let the Velaryon family have a quiet moment to themselves.

The three siblings separated once they arrived at the wake. Jace found himself in the corner with the least amount of people. His emotions still raw from his own loss. He wanted nothing to do with anyone or any of this. He stood with his head downcast hoping no one would approach him.

Luce wandered slowly towards the center edge of the gathering. Too young to be heckled by grieving guests or busy bodies. The lithe iron horse he'd snuck in under his sleeve busied his hand while he stared absent-minded. So much had happened in such a short amount of time that he wasn't processing anything. Sighing deeply he kept rocking Ser Strong's last gift along the stone banister.

Aemma was casting worried glances at her brothers. She'd moved to the opposite side of the group. Aerion's roar above called her attention from them. Her dragon's dark form was flying above. He'd been circling like Seasmoke around Driftmark. Slowly following his path Aemma bumped into the stone railing and once again found herself facing the sea.

She looked over her shoulder at her cousins. They sat alone. No one knew what to say to comfort them. So they were left. Aemma began walking towards them when her grandsire called out to her. It gathered some looks but they left the king to his business.

"How are you, my dear girl." He asked softly as she approached. A gloved hand rested on her shoulder when she was close enough.

"Everyone's so sad." She looked around stopping at Baela and Rhaena again before meeting his gaze. "I don't like it when people are sad." She continued quietly, looking down. Viserys tilted her chin up so he met her eyes.

"I know, sweet one. I always hated going to these myself." He sighed, scanning the crowd but not truly looking at them.

"Have you been to a lot of them?" She tilted her head.

"More than I feel is fair." He replied sadly. A far off look filmed over his eyes. Aemma subconsciously began tracing the golden signet ring of her grandmother's on his finger. The king was drawn to the movement. "I told you who's ring this was, yes?" She nodded, eyes still on the ring.

What he was about to do pained him more than any of the sores festering on his back. More than the crippling ache that ran through his bones with every breath he took. But his beautiful granddaughter, with her great heart and empathy, her sorrow hurt him more.

Slowly, he began to slide the ring off of his finger. Aemma watched with furrowed brows her head bouncing from him to the ring. When he held it out to her she was shocked.

"I can't-"

"Please. Keep it safe. Know that no matter what, your grandmother and I will always be with you." Aemma cupped her hands where he gingerly placed the ring. It was surprisingly heavy. She began to slide it on each finger, none of them quite big enough. Finally she placed it on her two middle fingers so it wouldn't be lost. Visery was gazing at her lovingly, he cupped the back of her crown and kissed her forehead.

Neither saw their interaction being dissected by the Queen and her Queensguard. Both had a slight, disgusted curl to their lips. Both for different reasons.

"Whenever you are feeling sad, or anxious, hold it to your heart and know that you aren't alone. You will always be loved." She smiled up at him and raised on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. He chuckled and hugged her to his chest. "Now, my sweet girl, go see to your cousins." Nodding in their direction. Another quick kiss to his weathered cheek in goodbye and she began towards them.

Jace had also been approaching the girls, at their mother's insistence. The twins paused as they met but continued together. Baela and Rhaena squinted through the sunlight up at them. Neither party knew what exactly to say. Aemma was already spinning the ring on her fingers. Her brother was about to leave them in silence but Baela reached out holding his hand. Rhaena did the same to Aemma. The two cousins shared a sad look.

There didn't need to be words. Somehow they knew that the other needed support. And they gave it.

Having never met, they acted purely. No underlying meanings or veiled insults. No condolences, empty coming from strangers. Just their simple touch to one another shared a fraction of each other's burdens. And the others were content in it.

Rhaenys strode up to the group of four. She lowered to her knees before the girls. A quick look from her had Jace and Aemma moving away from them. A silent command to let the girls grieve openly with their grandmother. Aemma heard Rhaena sob and whimper. She wanted to look back but didn't. She continued stiffly behind her brother.

The two weren't far from their cousins. They relocated to stand before a brazier. Neither said anything. Still awkward and tense from their fight. The fire provided warmth, at least, from the now overcast skies. She huddled closer to her brother and the heat. How strange the weather was here.

Movement caught Aemma's eyes. Aemond had also approached the fire.

He and Jace shared a look and it seemed like the older prince was trying to find his words. He'd even offered a quirk of his mouth. But it was too uncomfortable for both boys. Jace was rigid and he moved infront of his sister. Dark eyes unwelcoming towards his uncle. Aemond shifted to look at Aemma but meeting her wide-eyed gaze had both his eyes and lips falling.

He wandered away, her twin glaring after him as Aemma watched. The princess made to follow and try to ease him when a commotion caught the entire wake's attention. She couldn't quite see what was happening but she could make out the back of her grandsire, the Sea Snake.

Luce scurried up between his older siblings while everyone's attention was on their grandsire. "What happened?" Jace questioned.

"I don't know. Grandsire and I were talking then he saw something in the water and left." Luce shrugged. He ran a finger over the iron horse's mane. Aemma looked over at Rhaenys who didn't seemed bothered at all. She was still comforting their cousins.

Their mother came up to them then. She held Aemma's arm, "Go to bed." It was a quick order.

"But, mother-"

"Come on." Jace as the oldest took lead. Aemma sent one last look to the crowd. Hoping to see Aemond, or to at least meet a friendly eye.

"Go to bed." She cut Jace off and fixed him with a hard gaze. She was gone down towards the beach. The three siblings looked between each other.

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"I'm not even tired yet!" Luce whined across the room to his brother. Jace squinted at him in annoyance.

"So? Mother told us to go to bed."

"It's not even dark out." He flopped down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling bored.

"Shhh." Jace nearly hissed. "Just close your eyes, Luce."

Luce groaned and kicked his feet under the covers. He settled for a moment before looking over at his brother. Jace ignored him with his eyes closed, feigning sleep. He had to agree though, he wasn't tired in the slightest.

"What do you think Aemma's doing?" Luce broke the moment of quiet.

Jace took a deep breath, "I don't know. Why do you care?"

"Are you still mad at her?"

Jace opened his eyes with a huff. Sitting up he turned towards Luce. "She's probably sleeping. I don't care, Luce and neither should you."

"But- what if she's right about Ser Harwi-"

"Drop it, Luce." Jace warned and laid back down.

"Maybe he is alive and he'll come live with us!" He mimicked Jace and stared up at the ceiling with a hopeful grin. "Then we'll all be together and no one can call us bast-"

"I said drop it!" Jace boomed, startling the younger. "Just close your eyes and dream about it then! Because that's all it will ever be. A dream." His frustration and pain boiled over in a cruel vent.

More silence.

He pulled the covers higher onto himself and turned away. Now it was him who was staring at the stone ceiling.

Jace sighed again already feeling remorseful. He turned to console Luce but Luce had shifted so his back was to him. He'd squeezed himself into a ball. The eldest saw his shoulders shaking in quiet tears.

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Aemma had been pacing her room. Her fingers were laced with her thumb spinning her grandmother’s ring anxiously. The girl had no idea why her heart was racing or why she was restless. Pacing didn’t seem to quell her nerves either. She wondered if Aerion was feeling the same as she paused by the room’s window. Was he the reason for her unease? Was there something happening with him that was powerful enough to travel to her?

Squaring her shoulders she made the decision to go and see what was wrong. Even if it wasn’t him just being in her dragon’s presence calmed her. Aemma started towards her door and was about to drag it open when a knock stopped her.

Now she was on edge. Her hand had moved so fast from the handle like it was about to bite her. None of her family knocked before entering, a trait she had begun to detest. This wasn’t her family. Or, it wasn’t her immediate family.

“Wh-who is it?” She called out. Brows furrowed and eyes wide in fear. She didn’t understand why a simple knock raised such a reaction out of her. Was it because she was about to sneak out of her rooms? Were the Gods reigning their disapproval upon her for disobeying her mother?

“It’s the Queen.” A pause. “Alicent.”

Aemma blinked in surprise but ran her hands down her skirts, straightening invisible wrinkles. “Come in!” She called back still fixing herself. She twisted the silver locks lying across her shoulders to tidy them. Her jittery primming was stopped when the Queen entered her room. Aemma pointedly noticed the Queensguard right outside her door.

Alicent took in the room with her hands laced in front of her. The room was stark. No toys littered the floors. Her dress was neatly tucked away. The only thing that showed any signs of occupancy was the tangled nest of a bed. She wondered if this is what the princess’s rooms looked like back on Dragonstone. Or did her room look like a maelstrom had torn through it, like her mother’s.

She’d been comparing the two as of late. Mother and daughter.

The young girl that stood in polite attention up at her looked so similar to Rhaenyra at that age. It had her brow twitch downward in thought. Was this little girl going to be as much of a thorn in her side like her mother?

It had seemed the Queen wasn’t the only one privy to the King’s encounter with the princess. Alicent’s own father, now the Hand once again, had watch the two like a hawk. He’d found the tender interaction troubling. The King’s favor was obvious. Best to get the King’s jewel on their side sooner rather than later. Otto hadn’t realized how wrapped Viserys was around his granddaughter’s finger.

He’d heard the talk from court. Rhaenyra’s only white crowned child. With soft lilac eyes and a warm demeanor. Not to mention her namesake. It was a calculated move on Rhaenyra’s part. Her father was so blinded by devotion to his eldest child, now it was twofold with the girl’s existence.

He told Alicent his worries. The girl was a threat. It would be in their best interest to shroud her under their own wing.

That’s what had the Queen standing here now. Staring down at the little princess.

The silence was too tense for Aemma so she curtseyed shakily with a, “Your Grace.” Alicent quirked her lips.

“Princess Aemma. How are you?” Even to herself her voice sounded detached and awkward. She had to reign in her resentment of the girl’s mother and mask herself genuine. “I hope the journey wasn’t too draining.” By the Seven she sounded so stiff.

“I-it was fine, Your Grace.” Aemma was twiddling her thumbs.

“That’s good to hear.” Alicent nodded and slowly wandered towards the bed. If she didn’t move she would have frozen in place. Aemma followed the Queen with her eyes, wary. The Queen was smoothing down the crumpled blankets and sheets before taking a seat.

“Are you angry with me, Your Grace?” Alicent stopped and looked over at the girl.

“Why would I be angry with you, little one?” That was better. Her words were beginning to sound more natural. Aemma shot a look towards the closed door where Ser Cole guarded.

“I had tried to visit Helaena a while back and Ser Cole refused me. He said you didn’t want visitors. And then we had to leave home.” Tears were welling in her eyes and her lip began to wobble. The minds of children, Alicent marveled. So young and focused on such small things. While it was true she didn’t want to be disturbed by any of Rhaenyra’s children, especially when she was spending time with her daughter, Alicent had no idea it would effect the princess in such a way. And everything had happened so quickly that day, she supposed it would seem like one would cause the other. Had Rhaenyra been telling her children she had ordered them away? It had Alicent wanting to scoff.

“Come here.” She gestured for Aemma to sit beside her. When the girl did she wrapped her arms around the princess. Aemma was looking down but relaxed in the Queen’s arms after a moment. She even reached up to hold on to the woman’s arms. “I’m not mad at you. What happened then was….unfortunate. I never meant to make you feel worried or sad. In fact,” she held the girl at arms length now, ensuring they maintained eye contact so Aemma would feel at ease.

“I wanted to ask if you’d like to stay with us for a little while. I know you were all in a rush to leave but I’d truly love it if you decided to return with us, to King’s Landing.” The girl looked torn. Her brows furrowed in thought. “I know Aemond would love to have you back. You both are so close, it really hurt him when he found out you were gone.” Much to her chagrin, the Queen had noticed the two children getting closer. They seemed to be the other’s joy and support. Her son’s eyes often glassed over dreamily when he spoke nothing but praise for his niece. Had the girl not been Rhaenyra’s she’d already be engaged to the prince. If only to give him happiness.

Even her father had suggested marrying the two together. To keep the girl under their thumb and on their side. Alicent hadn’t even deemed the proposal with a response. Much like when Rhaenyra suggested marrying her first born bas- son to her Helaena. But with the King’s declining health and obvious favoritism, she needed something in her favor.

“Aemond?” The girl breathed. Alicent brushed the pale locks that fell into the princess’s face. She rubbed her thumbs across the girl’s peach soft cheeks.

“Yes. You’d get to be with Aemond everyday, Helaena would deeply enjoy your company back at the Keep. Your grandsire too.” To seal the deal she brushed her own finger along the golden signet Aemma wore on two fingers.

“But. My brothers. And mother, they need me right now.” Aemma felt stuck. She desperately wanted to return to her old home. So she could help Aemond find his own dragon. So she could catch bugs with Helaena and spin riddles together. So she could sit with her grandsire and listen to his stories. But her family held her still.

“They can always visit. You know our gates are always open for them.” Just saying that had Alicent wanting to curl her lip but she kept strong.

“Really?” Aemma peaked with excitement. Alicent knew she had her then. She’d just secured the King’s favor. “Then I w-“

“My Queen!” Cole barged through the door. Eyes wild but he schooled himself to proper standing. “There’s been an incident.” He said. Alicent felt her stomach drop and she moved away from the girl.

“What’s happened? Viserys?”

“No, My Queen. It’s in regards to your son. Prince Aemond.” _________________________________________

It was like he was being called. All day he heard it.

Vhagar.

She had been calling for him. Beckoning him to claim her. And under darkness, he decided he would. Everyone was either asleep, off on their own or drunk. His brother had made a fool of himself. Aemond was free to fulfill Vhagar’s wishes. He’d finally have his own dragon! No longer would he be the butt of his brother and nephews jokes. No longer would he have to suffer the pitiful glances in his nieces eyes.

No.

He’d be the rider of the biggest dragon of their time. He and Aemma could finally ride off and adventure together. Be free.

The prince wasn’t accustomed to walking in the sand. His boots sank with each step, slowing his pace but not his resolve. He’d seen where she roosted. Far from the other, smaller, dragons at the furthest point of the beach.

He was climbing one of the dunes when a huffing rumble blew at him from behind. Aemond froze. That couldn’t be Vhagar, he’d have noticed. Slowly to not startle whichever dragon had snuck up on him, Aemond turned on his back. Meeting the icy eyes of Aerion. All the fear that tensed his body eased and he huffed out a relieved laugh.

Aerion’s size was intimidating but Aemond knew he wouldn’t harm him. The dragon knew of Aemma and his friendship. He felt it. The pitch dragon often nudged or rumbled to comfort him when he was low. He knew he’d never be able to mount Aerion without Aemma. No. The Nightshade would bare his fangs and burn the prince alive if he tried. But there was a camaraderie between them. They both cared deeply for Aemma.

“What are you doing here.” He half whispered to the dragon while running his hand over Aerion’s snout. “Shouldn’t you be resting with the others?” The dragon looked at him as if saying, “Shouldn’t you?”

“I’m going to claim Vhagar. Don’t try to stop me.” Dohaerās was on the tip of his tongue but Aerion wouldn’t heed even if he tried. It would probably insult him and drive him into a rage. Aerion raised to his full height to look over the dunes where he knew the elder dragon slept. Chuffing through his nose he looked back down at the prince.

Satisfied he wouldn’t alert the guards, Aemond continued his trek up the dune. He was aware that Aerion followed slowly behind. What was he doing? Just following him? Why? Just then, Aemond’s foot slipped through the sand and he began to fall backwards.

But Aerion was already steadying him with his nose.

“You’re helping me?” Aemond was in awe as the dragon pushed him up the dune and over. He fell on his hands and knees with surprise. He sent one last look to the dark dragon with gratitude and continued on.

Both boy and dragon were silent as they came upon Vhagar. Aemond crawled on his belly through the reeds. All of a sudden the realization of what he was about to do hit him. He looked back at Aerion for some support but the dragon was watching Vhagar warily.

“Fuck.” The prince looked back to Vhagar who slumbered peacefully. He took a moment to steel himself. Then he straightened and started walking down the hill. He closed in on the great she-dragon. Close enough to feel the warmth of her snores. Close enough to hear the rattle and wheezings of her body. She was a mountain. From where he stood it was like she was coiled around him. From all angles it was just Vhagar. He marveled at his soon-to-be mount. Tracing the ropes that tangled themselves along her back, draping down into a ladder.

There. As if the Seven willed it, Vhagar shifted to reveal her saddle high above haloed by the moonlight. Step by step, Aemond kept glancing to Vhagar’s head. She didn’t seem to have noticed him. He was closer now. Close enough to seize the ropes.

Tentatively, the prince reached out. He was a hairs away from gripping the ropes when Vhagar woke. Her massive ember eyes looked down at whatever was disturbing her rest. With a hiss she raised her to head to focus on the offender. Aemond could feel panic squeezing his chest. He had to force each breath as he maintained eye contact with the largest dragon in Westeros.

She scented the air and deemed him no threat. Still alert of the boy’s presence she laid her head back into the sand. When he took that as her compliance and reach out once again to mount her, she whipped her head back at him with a snarl. Her maw opened, ready to burn the prince.

Aemond held out his hand in command, “Dohaerās!” He shifted his feet so he was more steady. You had to command with every part of you for a dragon to adhere. They wouldn’t respect a weak rider. Especially not the oldest and largest of dragons. Vhagar wasn’t moved and continued flaring the heat that burbled up her throat. “Dohaerās, Vhagar! Lykirī!”

Vhagar eased. She understood those words and it calmed her fire. This boy was one of them. “Lykirī.” Aemond called less panicked. She lowered her head no longer on the offense. “Lykirī.” He breathed again.

She took him in, truly, now. Waiting to see what the boy would do. Confident he wasn’t about to be burnt to a crisp, Aemond finally gripped the ropes and started to climb. The she-dragon kept watch as he pulled himself up. She was aware of the younger dragon watching. Aware that he was poised to defend. Vhagar didn’t make to help him. She lay still so the saddle was at her highest point. If the child couldn’t reach it, he was unworthy and she would swat him off like a fly.

But he made it. Aemond hoisted himself onto the saddle, exhausted from the stress and exertion. Sitting upon her he felt like a god. He could see across the entire island of Driftmark from just her back.

Satisfied that he’d made it onto her seat of command Vhagar began to right herself. Readying for what was to come next. The swaying of her reins had her hyper aware of the boy. Her eyes flicked back at him. Aemond pressed himself into the saddle. Finally ready.

“Sōvēs.” He commanded. Vhagar looked up at him unsure. She wouldn’t submit with a weak order. “Dohaerās, Vhagar! Sōvēs!” Now it was a command.

From an outside perspective, the massive beast looked like she was standing in slow motion. Aemond felt the full effect though. The slightest movement felt like he’d be shook off. Vhagar was at her full height when she began to shake the sand off her scales. The boy above her was being whipped to and fro. The only reason he didn’t fall was because of his white knuckled grip on the saddle horns. Eventually he righted himself again.

Vhagar pushed off the ground heavily and started flight. The sound her wings made was a roar of wind itself. Aemond had never flown before so the feeling of being in the air had his stomach flipping and him screaming. A bellowing roar from below them caught Aemond’s attention. Aerion was following behind. To ensure the princes safety or to simply fly with another dragon, Aemond wasn’t sure.

His hold on the saddle horn slipped and he flew off. Gripping the reins was what kept him from death. Sheer determination had the boy dragging himself up the leather reins. He groaned in effort along with the adrenaline filled screams. With all his strength he sat and pulled at the reins, commanding a change in direction.

Vhagar turned from her ascent into a descend. Not knowing what the rider wanted she merely followed the pressure cues. Aerion sent a pulsed cry after the two in confusion. He was smaller and more agile but was still caught off guard. Tucking his wings he dived after them.

The three of them looped around Driftmark several times. Aemond now comfortable and the high had him laughing out loud. When was the last time his cheeks hurt from smiling? When had fear turned to excitement? Aerion and Vhagar continued to call between one another.

The ground was quickly approaching, Aemond could hear Aerion roaring after them but the high of his adrenaline took over. He used his full body weight to right Vhagar’s flight path. She straightened out and now they were flying. The two glided over the water, Aemond nearly loosing his head to a flock of seabirds. Vhagar dragged her wings through the water, swaying in the air. She was cutting through the air at an angle giving her rider a gorgeous view of the clear, moonlit sky. Aemond stared off in wonder. Aerion bellowed at him and flew beside them. He was silent through the air. He pushed ahead to chuff at Vhagar, the older roared in return. Aerion swooped below her head to the other side.

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Jace was shook awake. Groggy and with a groan he turned to whoever was waking him. When he saw Baela he was instantly awake. Her eyes were filled with worry and Jace was on high alert.

“Someone stole Vhagar.”

“What?” It was disbelief. How could someone steal a dragon. Especially at that size. He got out of bed and the three of them woke Luce. His younger brother was wide-eyed but followed after them.

“Should we get Aemma?” Luce whisper at them as the four children snuck down the halls.

“No. She’s probably asleep.” Jace immediately hissed back. After he had snapped at Luce, Jace had realized that his sister hadn’t been intending to harm him when she said Ser Strong was still alive. That was her way of grieving he’d surmised. He’d let her keep believing Ser Strong was ok. He only wanted his sister to be happy and safe. Which was why he didn’t try to talk to her when he came to this conclusion. That and he didn’t know what to say. And it was why he didn’t want Aemma to come with them. Whoever had stolen Vhagar must be dangerous and he didn’t want his twin sister to be in harms way.

The four children were rushing through the stone tunnels beneath the Keep. They were crouched in case they came across guards but didn’t slow. This was important. Baela and Rhaena were leading but they came to a stop when they met a figure.

“It’s him.” Rhaena bit out.

“It’s me.” Aemond breathed. He was smug. Nothing could ruin his mood. He’d just claimed Vhagar and had his first flight. He shook off his cloak as he approached them.

“Vhagar is my mother’s dragon.” Baela’s voice was shaky.

“Your mother’s dead.” Aemond shot back. He finally stopped a couple feet away. “And Vhagar has a new rider now.” Tone flat. He really didn’t want to explain himself. Especially not to crybabies and bastards. He wanted to go to bed.

“She was mine to claim.” Rhaena bit out with tears in her eyes.

“Then you should have claimed her!” The eldest prince was done. He wasn’t going to be sorry for achieve his dream. His nephews just stared at him from behind the girls. A snarl was working its way across Jace’s face. “Maybe your cousins can find you a pig to ride.” He continued cruelly. “It would suit you.” He finished with a tilt of his head.

Rhaena roared rushing at him. She tried to push him down but he was stronger and simply pushed her down. At that Baela sucker punched him in the faced. Aemond screamed out but he returned right back to her. How dare this little girl hit him! She too fell to the ground. “Come at me again and I’ll feed you to my dragon!” He spit down at her.

Jacerys and Lucerys came at him now. Jace punched him in the chin it, it was weak. He followed it with a right then a left hook but Aemond easily dodged. He kicked his nephew down with a boot to the chest. Luce screamed up at Aemond trying to rush him but the boy was weak and uncoordinated. Aemond held him at bay and shot his fist into the younger’s nose. He felt satisfied with the crunch of cartilage and the following scream of pain. Jace steadied himself and pushed Aemond down. He was overwhelmed by the three of them. They were kicking and punching at him, he tried shielding himself but one would shove his hands out of the way and the others would start punching down on the open area.

Having had enough, Aemond kicked Jace off of him first. Then he grabbed Rhaena by the throat and threw her onto her sister. The two girls tumbled away. He hadn’t even gotten up off the ground before Lucerys ran at him screeching. Aemond stopped him by the neck, he held the boy up as he got off the ground. Adrenaline rushed through him, mind only on getting these children away from him. His hand searched for something to use and it landed on a rock. He lifted it over his head, now standing tall above Luce.

Victorious, riding the high of claiming his dragon and conquering these four children. Brimming with all the resentment and hurt feelings from over the years, he viciously snarled down to the sobbing boy, “You will die screaming in flames just as your father did!”

He shot a fleeting look to Jace.

“Bastards.”

“My father’s still alive.” Luce cried in his hold. The boy was squeezing his eyes shut. Aemond lowered his arm and looked over at the older brother.

“He doesn’t know, does he, Lord Strong?” His lip curled in a cocky sneer.

It was enough. Jace was done lowering his head in shame. He was done with he looked down upon like he and his siblings shouldn’t be alive. He was done with his uncle lording over him! He grabbed his dagger from its hilt, pointing it at Aemond. Daring him to say something else or threaten them again.

“Jace!” Rhaena called in fear. The entire situation was getting out of hand. Both and and Baela’s tempers cooled when Aemond had grabbed the stone. Aemond snickered he pushed the younger boy towards his brother. Jace brushed around Luce’s thrown body, swiping at Aemond who was advancing.

Realizing his nephew was serious, Aemond’s smirk fell and he focused on dodging the wild swings. He frowned at the boy and slammed the rock down on the side of Jace’s head. Once again, he raised the stone in the air and slowly walked towards the fallen Jace. The power of being in control was taking over his brain. He felt so powerful, untouchable. Like a God. The feeling had him smirking over at the scared girls. Rhaena shook her head at him while Baela tried to pull her back lest they become his target.

Momentarily distracted by the girls Jace saw his brother scurry towards the blade. Needing to protect everyone from his crazed uncle, he grabbed a handful of sand from the floor and threw it in Aemond’s eyes. Disoriented and blinded Aemond stuttered backwards hands covering his eyes. He squinted one open but Luce sliced at him with a scream.

He didn’t feel the pain at first. Too high on confidence and power. There was a flash of white then his left eye went black. Wet heat spilled down his face and he cupped his eye. That’s when the pain arose. Aemond screamed falling to the ground. Blood gushed and fell between his fingers like crimson pillars. He was groaning, exhaustion hitting him as he sunk to the ground.

“Seize this at once!” A voice boomed from down the tunnel. Ser Westerling was rushing down towards them. “Get away!” He order to Lucerys and Jacerys, coming to a stop beside Aemond. He took a knee reaching out to steady the boy as he writhed in the dirt.

“My Prince, my Prince. Let me see.” He was speaking softly trying to coax Aemond and ease him. Three other guards stopped the other children from leaving. Gently, the knight rolled Aemond over to get a look at his wound. Aemond’s strength was drained he closed the one eye that seemed to be working and passed out.

“Gods be good.”

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Aemma nearly ran as she tried to keep up with the Queen. Something happened to Aemond and her mind was blurring. She knew he was stubborn. He’d come limping back to the Weirwood Tree after trying to find an unclaimed dragon in the Dragon pits. It was continuous. He hurt himself, push himself for just a sliver of respect from the other boys. She hoped he hadn’t tried that here. Who knows what the dragons would do to him! They were all crammed together and uncomfortable. Too many dragons on such a small island.

“Aemond!” Alicent screamed as they entered the throne room. The guards had escorted the children and kept them there until their parents, guardians or the King himself arrived. Aemma hadn’t even seen her brothers or cousins. She followed the Queen and she cried over her son. Maesters were already prepping needles and threads to close the wound. One of them that was crouched in front of the prince straightened, a small chalice lifting aww from Aemond’s mouth. Milk of the poppy. To numb the pain.

When she got close enough she saw the full extent of the wound. Aemma gasped. A long, deep cut was carved across Aemond’s left eye. The skin around his socket was swollen and angry but tiny bit of eye she could make out made her stomach feel like lead.

The eye itself had been cut through. Even at seven, Aemma knew he’d never see through that eye again. Aemond, thankfully, wasn’t feeling anything as the maesters began to sew the wound. The Queen didn’t know what to do. Her hand kept dragging across her mouth to running along her throat. Her chocolate eyes never blinked as she watched her son’s face being stitched back together. Aemma reached for Aemond’s hand but Alicent physically blocked her.

The King arrived, he sat heavily upon the Driftwood Throne. “How could you allow such a thing to happen.” He chastised Ser Westerling and huffed. “I will have answers.” Aegon and Helaena arrived as did several other members of court. The Hand seemingly appeared out of shadow. Helaena watched her brother being mended with a blank face and Aegon kept baring his teeth and looking sick.

“The princes were supposed to be abed, My King.” The knight replied.

Aemma stood off to the side from the royal family. Any attempt to console her uncle was challenged by the Queen. Alicent had tears steadily running down her cheeks but her expression was void. In order to busy her hands she grabbed a rag and started patting the blood and sweat of her son’s face.

“Who had the watch?” Her grandsire’s tone caught Aemma’s attention and she looked at the men near the throne.

“Young Prince was attacked by his own cousins, Your Grace.” Ser Cole’s dry voice replied. Aemma’s eyes widened. No. Her brothers wouldn’t do this to him. They weren’t violent! They were grieving, sure. But they wouldn’t cut through Aemond’s eye!

“Aemma…” that’s when she was made aware of the other children in the room. Luce’s small voiced called out to her. Jace was shielding him in his arms. Blood was splattered all over Luce’s face. Her lips fell apart in shock. Rhaena had a busted lip and Baela’s left eye was beginning to swell closed.

“You swore oaths to protect and defend my blood!” The King boomed, leaning heavily on his cane. All the Kingsguard save the Queensguard bowed their heads in remorse. Apologizing to their king.

“The Kingsguard has never had to defend princes from princes, Your Grace.” Cole droned on.

“That is no answer!” Viserys roared into his face.

“It will heal, will it not, maester?” Alicent asked when the man was done treating the prince. Aemma and Aegon shared a look behind her back. Aegon’s disgust obvious on his face while his niece just looked scared.

“The flesh will heal. But the eyes is lost, Your Grace.” The maester never looked away from his work. The news sunk into the full room.

Like a viper, the Queen rounded on Aegon. Gripping his tunic collar, “Where were you?”

Blindsided Aegon only had the chance to ask “Me?” Before being slapped. He exclaimed in surprise and shielded his face. His mother’s crazed look had him shrinking away. “What was that for?” He croaked out.

“That was nothing compared to the abuse your brother suffered while you were drowning in your cups, you fool.” They were nearly nose to nose. The Queen’s quiet rage was terrifying. Aemma didn’t know what to do to help. Aemond refused to acknowledge her or accept her help. She felt rooted. Almost feeling wrong to cross the room to her brothers.

Where was mother?

“What is the meaning of this?” Corlys boomed. Rhaenys was hot in his heels as they descended the steps from their chambers. Both had just been risen from bed. When they reached the bottom step, Rhaenys rushed towards the girls who crashed into her embrace.

“Baela, Rhaena! What happened?” She breathed. The room’s eyes were all on their hosts. She was ushering them to the side trying to get answers and scanning their wounds. Corlys, meanwhile, stood tall across the King beside Jace and Luce.

The doors creaked open. Rhaenyra and Daemon appearing into the room.

“Jace? Luce!” Their mother rushed to the boys when she found them in the crowd. Immediately she fell to her knees assessing the damage. “Who did this?” She accused loudly into the room.

“They attacked me!” Aemond roared with equal rage.

“He attacked Baela!” Jace yelled back.

“He broke Luce’s nose!” Rhaena added.

The adults of the room looked from one side to the other as the children accused each other. Yelling over each other. Aemma didn’t know who to focus on. She wanted to cover her ears, hearing the people she loved hurling blame at each other.

"He stole my mother's dragon!" Echoed loudly across the room.

"Enough." The King finally commanded but it was fell on deaf ears. The children each wanted to say their piece before they were silence.

"He was gonna kill Jace!" Luce's voice.

"I didn't do anything!" Aemond.

"Enough--" the King began. But the Queen cut in. Eyes glaring in fury.

"He called us-" Jace faced off against the Queen in defiance.

"It should be my son telling the tale!" Alicent screamed over all other voices. Her hand was securely in Aemond's, leaning over him with fierce protection.

"SILENCE!" Viserys roared. Everyone in the room heeded his command.

Jace leaned into Rhaenyra so she'd hear. "He called us bastards." She straightened. Standing equally as protective infront of her boys. Her hands clasped in front of her and she turned to the room. That's when she saw her daughter, standing alone, across the room. She motioned for Aemma to come to her but the girl looked too afraid to move.

"Aemond..." the King started down the throne's steps to his son, heavily relying on his cane. His form passing her line of sight was what shook Aemma from her fear. She followed after him. Hands clutching his sleeve. He didn't shake her off even in the high tension. "I will have the truth of what happened. Now." Aemma looked at her uncle with wide eyes.

The Queen gave no openings. "What else is there to hear? Your son has been maimed. Her son is responsible."

"It was a regrettable accident." Aemma looked over at her mother.

"Accident?" Alicent didn't sound at all convinced. "The Prince Lucerys brought a blade to the ambush. He meant to kill my son." It looked like she was appealing her son's case to the people at court.

"It was my sons who were attacked and forced to defend themselves." Rhaenyra was done listening to Alicent's poisonous sob stories. "Vile insults were levied against them."

"What insults?" Aemma peered up at her grandsire. He looked to his eldest daughter but pressed the princess close. There was a beat before Rhaenyra answered.

"The legitimacy of my children's birth was put loudly to question." She was holding Luce's hand while Jace leaned against her. Aemma's teary eyes flicked over to Aemond. Her uncle was sunk into his chair not looking at her.

"What?" Viserys looked down at Aemma then back to her mother. He was now hugging her to his side. Both Otto and Alicent took notice of the King's protectiveness over the girl. Otto knew this was a loosing fight just from that gesture. Alicent thought she could still appeal to her husband for their son.

"He called us bastards." Jace said aloud. Aemma saw the twitch of Aemond's lips. It crushed her heart. That's when his gaze roamed up to her. Seeing her glossy eyes- was she crying? Was she....angry? His smirk fell.

"My sons are in line to inherit the Iron Throne, Your Grace. This is the highest of treasons." Aemma saw her mother approach the King from the corner of her eye but she wouldn't break her stare on her uncle.

"Prince Aemond must be sharply questioned so we might learn where he heard such slanders." Aemond broke their stare to turn and look at his half-sister.

"Over an insult?" Alicent's voice broke with disbelief. "My son has lost an eye."

Aemma didn't want to get close to Aemond after his reaction to calling them bastards. The King leaned over his son alone.

"You tell me, boy. Where did you hear this lie?" Aemond looked down. Aemma was still frown at him, betrayed.

"The insult was training yard bluster. The lot of boys. It was nothing." The Queen tried to defend her son but Viserys wouldn't have it. He steadied his son with a look.

"Aemond. I asked you a question." Backed into a corner Alicent tried again to sway blame.

"Where is Ser Laenor, I wonder? The children's father? Perhaps he might have something to say on the matter." The King agreed repeating his wife's question.

"I do not know, Your Grace. I could not find sleep. I ahd gone out to walk." Aemma turned to her mother at her reply. Brows furrowing deeper recalling how her mother had sent them away to bed. She could have found their father and taken him to their rooms but Aemma doubted it. But she said nothing.

"Entertaining his young squires, I would venture." The Queen seemed to have expected that type of answer from Rhaenyra. Aemma shot her head to the Queen in confusion.

This was getting them nowhere. The King once again focused on Aemond for answers. He ordered his son to face him. "Your King demands an answer. Who spoke these lies to you?"

Aemond's eye slid to his mother for longer than necessary. Aemma felt sick. The Queen was saying that they were bastards? Everything she'd said that night was a lie? Sweet nothings? But why? Her head was spinning.

"It was Aegon." Aemma barely heard her uncle's surprised reaction. Too hurt and feeling isolated near these people. She inched slowly away from them towards her mother.

"And you, boy?" Viserys crowded his eldest son. Where did you hear such calumnies?"

Aemma was rushing to her mother's embrace. She wrapped her arms around Luce who leaned heavily into her. Jace reached out to hold Aemma's hand. The three siblings were all connected. Standing together with their mother.

"Aegon! Tell me the truth of it!" He yelled at his son. Aegon didn't meet his eye staring straight at his brother.

"We know, Father." He slowly turned to face the King. "Everyone knows. Just look at them." Exasperated, his eyes dragged over to Jace, Luce and Aemma. Viserys followed and looked at them. His gaze lingered on his frowning granddaughter's red rimmed eyes. Silence followed.

Instead of agreeing. He rose his voice again. "This interminable infighting must cease!" He slammed his cane down, speaking through his teeth like the words pained him. "All of you! We are family!" His voice was hoarse but he continued nonetheless. This time in a more broken tone, "Now make your apologies and show good will to one another. Your father, your grandsire, your king demands it!" He was exhausted and made his way back to the throne, done with the ordeal.

The Queen couldn't accept his decree.

"That is insufficient. Aemond has been damaged, permanently, My King. 'Good will' cannot make him whole." Aemma didn't know if the tears in her voice were real or not. She couldn't trust anything any of them said. They'd all been lying to her face and faking their kindness to her.

"I know, Alicent, but I cannot restore his eye-"

"No, because it has been taken." King and Queen stood before one another.

"What would you have me do?" Viserys was loosing what was left of his patience.

"There is a debt to be paid." Both of them were tense. Alicent turned to Rhaenyra. "I shall have one of her son's eyes in return." She raised her chin at them. The crowd looked at Luce in shock. Aemma shielded him behind her.

"My dear wife..." the King warned.

"He is your son, Viserys. Your blood." She pleaded for him to support her. To take her side for once. Instead he slowly approached her.

"Don't not allow your temper to guide your judgement." His voice was controlled but the look in his eyes dared her to press on. She did not care.

"If the King will not seek justice, the Queen will. Ser Criston," the King turned to his wife. Dumbfounded that she wouldn't obey his command.

"Bring me the eye of Lucerys Velaryon."

The knight shifted. He had no issue carrying out her orders but he stayed with uncertainty of the King.

Luce called out to their mother in panic. He moved completely behind her towards Jace and Corlys. Aemma was left by her mother's side looking wildly from knight, to King, to Queen to the crowd. Viserys tried to reason with the Queen.

"He can choose which eye to keep, a privilege he did not grant my son." Rhaenyra warned the knight directly, her own pale eyes growing wide.

"Stay your hand." The King couldn't believe he was having to order this.

"No, you are sworn to me!" Alicent's own voice was running raw as she tried to control the situation.

"As your protector, My Queen." Her knight shifted again but didn't move. The Kingsguard Commander was wary beside him.

"This matter is finished." The King was face to face with his wife. "Do you understand?" This was no plead, this was no threat, this was final.

Luce peeked his head from behind their mother. The room seemed to release a sigh with the matter being done with. Aemma was still tense, she wouldn't move from her position shielding her brother. Aemond had once again turned around in his chair to glare at them. His eye softened on Aemma but seeing Luce behind her curled his lip in a snarl.

"And let it be known: anyone who's tongue dares to question the birth of Princess Rhaenyra's children should have it removed." The King pointedly glared at the Queen with his final words. Their mother thanked him from across the room before turning to ease her children.

That's what broke Alicent. She took a deep breath before stomping towards her husband and unsheathing his catspaw dagger. Having it in her hand she strode towards Rhaenyra.

"Mother!" Aemma warned. Alicent had her arm raised to spill blood. Chaos ensued once everyone were shook from their stupor. Ser Westerling was barking orders at Cole who was weaving through the crowd towards the two women.

Rhaenyra was holding Alicent at bay. The two mirrored one another. Both holding the dagger and each other's shoulders. Aemma pushed her brothers into their grandsire's arms. Corlys urged them behind him. Rhaenys crowded the four children behind her. Aemma stood beside her grandmother watching her mother with bated breath. She lost sight of her mother when the guardsmen crowded around them. They created a ring around the two women to ensure they didn't harm each other or others.

"You've gone too far." Rhaenyra's voice nearly sounded like a plea.

"I?" Alicent scoffed. "What have i done but what was expected of me? Forever upholding the kingdom, the family, the law."

Aemma pushed through knight's and onlookers, Jace called after her but wouldn't be released from their brother or cousins. The princess had squeezed through to stand beside the Sea Snake. She gasped out seeing how close the blade was to her mother's face.

Alicent's eyes were drawn to the sound. Seeing the little girl who reflected her mother so perfectly. It boiled new rage in her belly. She turned back to Rhaenyra. "While you flout all to do as you please!" The King called out for her to release the Princess but it fell on deaf ears. "Where is duty? Where is sacrifice? It's trampled under your pretty foot again."

"Release the blade, Alicent." The Hand called out but once again it went unheard. There was no distracting the Queen from this. Aemma didn't know why the Queen hated her mother but this entire thing wasn't about the boys. It was between the two of them.

"And now you take my son's eye, and to even that, you feel entitled." Aemma moved forward buy Corlys reigned her back with a strong hand.

"Exhausting, wasn't it? Hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness." Both women had tears streaming down their faces. Aemma couldn't catch what her mother whispered to the Queen but it enraged her so that she flung Rhaenyra into the Sea Snakes arms. The sound of metal cutting through something echoed.

Everyone took a step back. Aemma hugged her mother from the side. She didn't want to look at anyone so she'd closed her eyes but there was a trickling sound that raised her attention. She was the first to see the steady stream of blood coming from her mother's arm. "Mother..." her voice was quiet but it had everyone looking down at the cut along Rhaenyra's arm. Blood slid in a line down her palm, falling to the ground. Staining Aemma's skirts and the stone.

Alicent dropped the dagger in shock. Everyone stared at her like she'd gone mad. Aemond broke the trace.

"Don't not mourn me, Mother. It was a fair exchange." She turned to him. "I may have lost an eye but I gained a dragon."

"This proceeding is at an end." The King took control of the shock, dispersing the crowd. Aemma saw Daemon approach them. Her brothers ran up behind them crowding their mother. Daemon held her arm to look at the wound. Aemma was sandwiched between the two as Luce tried to get a look.

Aemma turned her head to see Aemond sink into his mother's embrace. Daemon pushed Luce between himself and Rhaenyra, squeezing him into Aemma. But the princess didn't look away from Aemond. Her uncle's good eye stared tiredly back at her and for the first time in her life, she saw hate.

#house of the dragon #hotd #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon oc #its been 84 years #sorry for the delay #HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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feralbatty · 4 months

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Guess who's back!

Sorry everyone! Life's really taken a toll on me since I last posted- years ago- but I'm hopping back to it! I already have drafts for chapters 3 and 4 and more art! Lots of love to you all and very excited to be back!

<3 Bat

#hotd #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon reader #targaryen oc #Did you see season 2s trailer???#Amazing #Beautiful #Feralbat #Authors notes

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The Nightshade

Working on a wip of Aemma’s murder puppy, Aerion. I’m really proud- I normally don’t go into such detail. Thank you all for such love! I’ll be sure to post the full piece once I finish! <3

#Dragon #my art #Aerion the Nightshade #HotD!oc #Aemma’s best boy

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feralbatty · 1 year

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Erlebnisse: II- Tuhka

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Oc

Summary: Aemma and Aemond seem closer than ever after the events from the dragon pit. Ser Strong takes an interest in the princess’s affairs. She joins her grandfather(s) in watching the boys train. Tensions rise leading to a teary farewell. Rhaenyra makes a life changing decision. Everything ends in fire.

A/N: thank you for all your support! I’m glad you guys enjoyed part one :) again, sorry for any misspellings

warnings- long, angst and death

ps. I watched the finale 🙃

Tuhka- ash(residue after burning)

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The two children had separated once they made it to the Keep. Their trek through the city was uneventful as they walked hand in hand, cover in ash and dirt, smelling of dragon. Neither spoke, still processing their near-death experience in the pits.

Aemond was rue to let go but did none the less. Remembering the princess’s words from earlier he tilted his gaze up and broke the silence. “You said you had a surprise for me? What is it?” His niece stopped in her tracks and turned back towards him.

“Tonight. Our spot.” She said simply. A radiant grin bloomed on her face that had the prince’s heart flutter. He nodded and agreed. Tonight. Under the Weirwood tree.

“Off to training then?” Wanting to shake the fear off she opted to clasp her hands behind her back. Aemond dipped his head again.

“Gonna change first.” He gestured simply. “You?” He didn’t want to leave her company but the two of them were distracted. Heavy thoughts weighing on both.

“I think I’ll do the same. Then I’ll visit Helaena.” He hummed in acknowledgment. Aemma was the only one besides himself that enjoyed spending time with Helaena. His mother did her best but he’d seen the way her eyes would glaze when Helaena would speak in riddles and not meet her gaze.

Instead of running away from his sister, Aemma encouraged Helaena. She’d keep her violet gaze on the elder princess even when she’d shy away. While Aemma didn’t particularly like insects she’d run a finger across them as Helaena fawned over the little beasts. She’d listen with genuine interest when his sister would babble nonsense and she’d do her best to decode the riddles her aunt would come up with. Often he’d find Aemma running up to his sister’s chambers with cupped hands to show Helaena an interesting bug she’d found while out. Not that the cringe of discomfort was lost on him when the creature began to crawl about.

He was eternally grateful that Aemma extended her kindness to Helaena. That the younger treated his sister with respect, care and attention that he believed she deserved.

“Tonight then.” He broke out of his musing. The princess nodded in agreement and said her goodbyes before running in the opposite direction. Completely unladylike, he smirked as he watched her. He was sure he heard a maid or two exclaiming after her. —————————————————————-

“I was beginning to worry about you.” Rhaenyra welcomed her daughter as she pushed through the doors. “The boys looked completely forlorn but they wouldn’t tell me what happened.” Straight to the point, even when exhausted, her mother. Rhaenyra gestured for Aemma to join her as she fed Joffrey.

“As they should be.” Aemma huffed and sat down, leaning into her mother’s warm side.

“What happened this time?”

“They pulled another cruel prank on Aemond.” Aemma was absorbed in watching her baby brother. He’d pulled away and yawned his sister gently brushed her finger down his soft little nose. “I put them in her place.”

“Ser Strong and Laenor were about to form a search party for you. They were worried.” She kissed her daughter’s forehead and took a deep whiff, smelling the musk of dragon and…smoke? “That doesn’t explain why you’ve been gone so long.”

Aemma wouldn’t add to her mother’s concern by telling her she was almost devoured by Dreamfyre. Instead she shrugged her shoulders before peeling herself off her mother and standing. “I was with Aemond.”

Her mother kept a steady gaze on Aemma. “You spend almost as much time with him as you do with your brothers.”

“Should I not?” Aemma asked with big curious eyes. She blinked away from her mother to head to her room, leaving the door open so they could continue. She changed into a cream and cold dress with blush silk sleeves. Her tri-gemmed necklace stayed across her collar but she switched her silver Velaryon belt for a matching silver bracelet.

Rhaenyra stared down at her newborn’s sleeping face in her daughter’s absence. She didn’t want her children dragged into her silent war with the Queen. She’d opted to shield her children from the rumors and courtly pettiness. Therefore, she kept her silence and worries to herself. “He’s lucky to have such a loyal friend.” Was all she softly replied.

The moment was interrupted when the Commander barreled through the doors. His dark ringlets seemed a mess like he’d been running his fingers through it. Thick chest rising and falling like he’d been running, his wild blue eyes were locked on Rhaenyra.

“She still hasn’t been-“ Aemma wander out of her room and peered curiously at him. “-found. Princess!” He righted himself to a proper stance. He’d felt like throwing up when the boys had returned without their sister in tow. Neither of them would meet his or their mother’s eyes when questioned. Harwin had shared a look with Laenor, both men agreeing to go out and search for the princess. Each moment not finding her had filled him more and more with dread. Knowing the last place she’d been in was the dragon pit of all places! “Where have you been!” He demanded. Fatherly protectiveness took over respectful distance.

Aemma shifted her wide eyes to her mother before looking at her slipper-covered feet. She hadn’t realized her absence would cause such a disturbance. Shame took over at worrying them.

“She was safe, with Prince Aemond.” Her mother interjected in her defense. Harwin let out a heavy breath and ran a hand through his hair again. “All is well, Ser.” He blinked and nodded. Not quite satisfied but he was cooling.

“Right. Well, I’ll just, um.” He was at a loss now that his adrenaline had run it’s course.

“Perhaps you can escort the princess?” Rhaenyra once again saved the moment. “I believe she’s going to see princess Helaena, is that right, love?” She nodded to her daughter.

“Yes.” Aemma replied quietly. Not quite sure she was out of the woods yet.

“Of course.” Another breath. “Princess.” He bowed his head in waiting for the girl. Aemma approached her mother and gave her a sweet kiss to the cheek before kissing her brother’s fuzzy little head. She walked past the knight and waited dutifully for him at the door.

Rhaenyra gave him a reassuring smile and he bowed to her. “No more disappearing acts, Aemma!” She called after them. —————————————————————-

The two were tense as they made their way to the princess’s quarters. Harwin still calming after the scare of almost loosing his daughter Aemma. Aemma still felt the man’s nerves which ebbed into her making her stiff.

“Apologies, princess.” He finally said. She’d jumped at his voice after the stark silence. “I forgot myself. I was just- worried about your safety.”

She looked up at him. “It’s alright, Ser.” Quiet again for a beat. “Maybe you can train me like Jace and Luce? Then you wouldn’t have to worry!” Child-like innocence. Wanting to ease the man with simple conclusions. It warmed him and had him huffing a chuckle.

“I think your mother would find that very disagreeable.” He said through a smile.

“I don’t think so. She’s talked about how much of a great warrior Visenya was! The warrior-Queen of the Conqueror!” The princess balled her fists and striked a pose before continuing. Harwin let out a laugh.

“I suppose.” He stopped them. “First lesson then.” She turned to him. He unsheathed his sword, serious frown on his face now. Aemma marveled at the steel’s shine in the sunlight. He reach the blade out to her. Glad they were in a quiet hall, if anyone saw he’d be uncloaked and exiled immediately.

Aemma tentatively reached her tiny hands to grip the blade’s hilt. Harwin still kept his hand on the heavy blade but allowed her to feel most of the weight. “It’s so heavy!” She furrowed her brows in effort. “It makes sense since you’re so strong!” Unaware of the double meaning. “Are all swords this heavy?”

“No. There are some that are lighter. Some are heavier. A good sword feels like an extension of yourself.” His smile was so warm.

“Like dragons?” He chuckled.

“More controllable than dragons, I think princess.” He gripped the hilt again and carefully re-sheathed the sword. “If you’re serious on learning, you’ll get used to the weight of other swords. Until one is made for you.”

“You think I could have one made?” She exclaimed with stars in her eyes.

“Once you’re well trained, I don’t think there’s a smith in the world who could deny you, princess.” He watched fondly as she began to swing an imaginary sword.

“I want one made of valerian steel! Like grandpa’s!”

“Yes. I’m sure you’ll have a magnificent valerian blade, princess. One that will match Blackfyre and Dark Sister themselves.” She stopped and met his eyes again.

“Do you promise?”

“That you’ll have a beautiful sword? I don’t see why not. When you are trained though.”

“Do you promise to train me, Ser Strong?” Aemma clarified. Harwin paused and took her in. Took in the serious of her amethyst gaze.

“I do, princess. I’d be honored to be your teacher.” A bright grin blossomed on her face. She nodded, satisfied with his answer.

And the two were off again.

Once they reached Helaena’s doors they were met with three of the kingsguard. Queen’s guard more like. Ser Cold stood rigidly just outside the doors. His dark gaze zeroed in on the Commander. He paid no mind to the small princess at his side.

“Ser Cole.” Harwin greeted first. “The princess Aemma-“

“Queen’s with the princess now, she doesn’t want to be disturbed.” Cole replied Cooley before looking away to stare at nothing in the distance. Seemingly dismissing them.

Aemma deflated at not being allowed entry. Harwin steeled himself, anger flaring up again at Criston’s disrespect. He’d be fine it was just him but not even acknowledging the princess? He grit his teeth and stepped forward. Cole stilled didn’t deem him with a look.

“The Princess Aemma Velaryon has come to see Princess Helaena.” Harwin’s voice was clear and powerful.

“And as I said, the Queen is with her now and does not wish to be interrupted.” The two men were face to face now. The other two guards were tense, readying for a fight. “Aren’t you due for the training hard, Commander?” Criston tilted his head with a smug little smirk. Harwin seethed.

“Aren’t you?” One of Cole’s dark brows twitched and he turned fully towards Harwin.

Aemma placed both her hands onto Harwin’s that gripped his sword tightly. The man clenched his jaw but didn’t look away from the other knight’s sneer. Aemma knew not even she could overrule the Queen’s orders. The only person who could was her grandfather, the King.

Wanting to defuse the situation, the princess squeezed Harwin’s hand. “It’s alright, Ser Strong. I can visit later.” Her little voice was almost a plead. “I’ll go see grandfather instead.” Mentioning the King had Harwin lean back, not submitting but adhering to the girl’s wishes. Criston smirked at his ‘victory’ with vicious glee shining in his eyes.

“Yes, Ser Strong. Listen to your princess Velaryon.” Nearly hissing the name. Harwin’s glare couldn’t get any more deadly at Cole. Instead he appeased to Aemma and turned away. His jaw was clenched and knuckles white. The princess hurried to follow his long strides, turning once back to catch Ser Cole’s lip curling at her.

Finally out of earshot of the Queen’s guards, Aemma piped up. “He doesn’t like me.”

“Don’t worry yourself with the likes of him.” Harwin snarled, not at her but still simmering from the confrontation. Aemma looked up at him with worry. He was too distracted to notice so she gently wrapped her hand into his. The boiling of his blood cooled almost immediately and he breathed deeply to contain himself. “The King will most likely already be at the training yard. When we get there watch how the boys move. Later I’ll test you to see what you learned, hmm?” He shifted the subject to distract Aemma and himself.

“Ok.” She was still quiet but squeezed his fingers in thanks.

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“Ah, Princess.” It was the Hand that saw them first. Viserys turned at Lyonel’s voice his weariness brightened at seeing the girl. “Happy to have you join us.” She skipped up and curtsied to the two men both smiling fondly. Lyonel’s eyes met his son’s and noticed the fire still burning in them. “Alls well?”

Harwin nodded with a tight-lipped smile. “Of course.”

Aemma hugged her grandfather around the neck. The King kissed her on the side of her head. “Excited about your new brother?” Viserys had enough strength to lift the girl onto his lap so she’d have a better view of the yard.

While the two royals conversed, Lyonel stepped closer towards his son. “You alright?” Harwin glanced down before fixing his eyes on Aemma as she smiled at her grandfather. His jaw clenched again.

“The princess wished to see her aunt but we were denied. Queen’s orders. Cole’s carry out.” His father’s brows furrowed in concern.

“He refused the princess?” His voice was low so only his son could hear.

“Didn’t even acknowledge her.” Harwin ground out. Sapphire eyes tracking each of the girl’s facial expressions. The way her eye’s squished when she smiled. When she scrunched her nose, mirroring her grandfather, when they teased one another. The way the sunlight made her eyes as pale as lavendar.

“Gods be good.” Lyonel breathed and shook his head. He looked back at the King and princess. “That will be dealt with, for now, keep your cool when you’re down there with him. You know they are just waiting for us to slip.” Harwin nodded tersely and finally met his father’s eyes.

“Of course.” Lyonel nodded. “Your grace, princess.” He bowed his head at the two. Viserys dipped his head in return while Aemma’s smile grew even wider.

“What do you say.” Viserys reminded the girl. “Thank you for escorting me, Ser Harwin.” All rosy cheeks and genuine eyes. Harwin bowed again with a ‘my pleasure’ before he began down the steps into the yard. Lyonel returned to his place behind the King and Aemma leaned over the stone railing to look down at the princes. Viserys had a hand on her side to steady her.

Luce was the first to look up and see her. His brother and uncles were too busy tightening the straps of their padded armor or familiarizing the weight of their practice sword. He still felt ashamed in meeting his sister’s eyes but her smile encouraged him.

“Aemma!” He called and waved up. She reciprocated, bouncing on her toes. Jace and Aemond’s heads shot up while Aegon rolled his neck and squinted into the sun. Jace waved as well, Aemond lifted a hand in greeting.

Criston sauntered into the yard, pulling on a glove and no longer in the heavy guards armor. Harwin had removed his cloak and folded it onto one of the benches in a corner. Cole would be leading today’s lesson. Harwin already felt his hackles raise just seeing the man again.

“Right. We’ll start with warm ups!” Cole boomed. The boys began going through the motions of swiping their swords through the air. Loosening up their shoulder muscles and getting comfortable with their weapons. Cole and Harwin circled and assessed their movements.

Criston was quiet when he corrected the white haired princes but yelled out when the darker princes made a mistake. The wooden sword in the knight’s hand was gentle as he lifted Aegon’s arm or shifted Aemond’s leg. It smacked the ground loudly as he barked at Jace and Luce. Never hitting them but getting too close for Harwin’s taste.

Aemma watched intently. The King explaining the what’s and why’s from behind her. He and Lyonel were keen to answer each question she had.

“Why such an interest, my little one?” Viserys voiced both of their question.

“I want to be a knight too!” The men shared a chuckle. “Like Visenya!” She continued undeterred.

“Ah, you’ll be the realms’ protector, then?” Viserys felt lighter in his granddaughter’s pure company.

“We’ll never have fear of war under the princess’ protection. I feel safer already!” Lyonel joined in good naturedly.

“Aerion and I will keep guard at the gates! No one will dare challenge us!” She exclaimed. Both men laughed at her pep.

“The Lady of Dragonstone and the Nightshade! Fearsome titles, princess.”

“I have no doubt of my granddaughter’s ambition, Lyonel.” Both men in high spirits. Aemma was distracted by the gold signet on Viserys’ finger’s upper joint. She held his aging hand and rubbed a thumb over it, tracing the carvings. He quieted and observed her curiosity. “It belonged to your grandmother. Your namesake.” He nodded at the ring when she’d turned to him. “The last thing I have of her, save your mother.” He smiled almost sadly at the thought of his first wife.

The three were shocked out of the reverie with a commotion down below. Aemma had leaned forward with her grandfather while the Hand moved around them to get a better view. Ser Strong was on top of Ser Cole, pounding down onto the man’s face. It took two knights at the King’s insistence to tear Harwin away. Cole was left sputtering on the ground but Aemma saw the flash of his white teeth in a victorious, bloody grin.

Viserys nodded to his Hand behind Aemma’s head. “Come, Aemma, let’s get you and your brothers back to your mother.” The princess was filled with concern but conceded and hopped down from his lap. She held his weathered hand as a servant came up behind him and pushed his chair, ushering the two away while the Hand took care of the mess below. He dismissed the princes from their training. —————————————————————- Their rooms were deadly quiet when everyone had returned.

One of Rhaenyra’s maids had alerted her of what happened in the training yard. She rushed the hidden tunnels to find Harwin but instead caught the ending of Lyonel chastising his son. She took to her private chambers to catch her breath and collect her thoughts. Her maid was waiting with a cool cloth to ease the pain on her breasts. She’d just sat down to think when Laenor and his knight Qarl came singing through the door. She’d dismissed the knight entertained her husbands drunken ramblings of war. When he uttered the craving to return to sea and join the fight, she broke. Their conversation was unhelpful. She ended up commanding him, something she never wanted to do, to remain and support their children through, what would be, a storm.

After Laenor sulked off she took a few more moments before starting towards the children’s rooms. Mind foggy with Lyonel and Harwin’s conversation and the implications that would follow what had happened in the yard. She made her way to her doors and was met with her children’s three small faces. Each with a different set of emotions.

Lucerys looked shaken at the whole ordeal. He’d not been as observant as his older siblings. He didn’t understand why Ser Strong had attacked Ser Cole. All he knew was there was deadly intent coming from the knight that was strangely close to their family. His bright blue eyes were wide when they met his mother’s. Had he done something wrong? Why did Ser Cole say those things and why had Commander Strong attacked so angrily? So many questions swirled around the boy’s mind but he just wanted his mother to hold him. Rhaenyra’s second son rushed to his mother and wrapped his arms around her waist. Hoping if he squeezed enough he’d be able to seep some of her strength.

Jacaerys was frowning. There was hurt, betrayal and a smidge of self-loathing in his hazel gaze. He’d heard whispers when he wandered the Keep. Bastards. The eldest son had given these rumors little thought. Surely they weren’t true. His mother stood-fast that they were true born. His father treated them as his own children, he’d never felt that Laenor wasn’t his father. But Harwin Strong was always there. Now that the boy thought back, he was closer to their family than any other knight. He didn’t want to admit it, but Harwin was there more than Laenor. Sharing meals, staying later into the night and sharing stories. Watching them whenever their mother was away. Always escorting them personally despite being the Commander of the City Watch. Something in him screamed that maybe, maybe those rumors were true. He kept to his twin’s side, drawing and giving comfort. Their hands were laced tightly and he stared back at his mother needing answers.

Aemma had felt sick after the brawl in the yard. Her stomach was lead and her hands shook. Unlike her brothers she was naturally keen at court. The rumors hadn’t escaped her and instead of ignoring them, she embraced them. Yes, Laenor was still every bit her father. In name and action. But that didn’t mean Harwin couldn’t be either. He treated them so warmly and protected them with all he could. She saw the loving glances he shared with her mother. The way he marveled and held Joffrey so tenderly. He’d never refuse her hand when she reached for him. And she wasn’t blind. Her brothers were every bit his sons. This is not what had tears falling down her cheeks. Aemma knew that there would be repercussions. Ser Strong had taken the bait and returned with protective violence. In front of the King no less! Her grandfather could turn a blind eye but the court would not. All of this hurt her mother’s reputation and in turn, her claim. Her brother’s claims! There was no other answer than for Harwin to leave and Aemma didn’t want that. She had been hiding her tears in her twin’s shoulder and quietly dreading what was to come. She’d lose one of her fathers. Even if he returned to he King’s court it would be as Lord Strong, with a new family and true born children.

“Come.” Their mother held out a hand to her eldest children. Aemma felt Jace falter. He was angry their mother hadn’t told them the truth. He didn’t understand her reasonings and public denial. If anything they deserved the truth!

Aemma shook their joined hands in encouragement. After all, they weren’t the only ones losing someone they loved. Jace reluctantly followed and she lead him to their mother’s embrace. Rhaenyra held her three eldest as Joffrey babbled in his crib just steps away.

“Are you alright?” She asked the room. Jace was silent while Luce nodded into her stomach. Aemma wasn’t pressed into her mother, she was behind Jace with Rhaenyra’s hand on her head.

“He’s leaving. Isn’t he?” Aemma sniffled, watery violet eyes at her mother. Rhaenyra took a shaky breath. She needed to be their pillar right now. She could break in the darkness after.

What was supposed to be a reassuring smile was choppy and weak. Aemma saw through it and didn’t need her mother’s reply. The girl knew. Her eyes fell as their mother spoke. “Ser Strong is returning to Harrenhal. Where he will take up as Lord, as is his duty.” Both of Aemma’s brothers shot up.

“Why? He did nothing wrong! Ser Cole was-“

“He was saying untrue things and Harwin was just defending our honor!” Jace, despite knowing the truth now, wouldn’t tarnish Luce’s thoughts.

“I know, I know, boys.” Rhaenyra smoothed their chocolate locks trying to ease them. “The Hand believes this is the right action. Ser Strong attacked a member of the Kingsguard before the King. And your grandfather agrees.” The boys quieted.

“Will he say goodbye?” Luce finally asked. Rhaenyra tilted her head, lip wobbling slightly.

“Of course, he will.” She ran her fingers through his curls again, more to reassure herself. “He’ll be by soon.”

“He’s leaving today?” Aemma frowned.

“He and his father the Hand believe it to be best, he’d love.” Rhaenyra’s only daughter turned from them and paused. “Aemma.” She wanted to hold her daughter along with her sons. She didn’t want Aemma to internalize and mourn on her own.

But the girl stormed into her room. Leaving her family in silence. —————————————————————-

The princess was called to Council shortly after. She wanted nothing more than to stay in her chambers and be with her children. The topics discussed were dull to her, mind far away. Wanting to extend a bridge of peace to her former friend and attempt to squash the chatter that would no doubt plague her family after today, Rhaenyra proposed marrying Jace to Helaena. And she offered to gift Aemond an egg from her own dragon’s next clutch. Instead of being met with an answer, Alicent gestured to Rhaenyra’s leaking chest and the Council was closed.

It was a refusal nonetheless in her eyes. The princess rushed back to the company of her children. She spent the next few hours trying to distract her boys and every now and then staring at her daughter’s door. While Jace was still standoffish he was still at arms length. Luce was playing half-heartedly with his wooden knights and dragons. Joffrey was in her arms sleeping peacefully unaware.

A soft knock jolted the three of them. Both sons stared at the doors, frozen. Rhaenyra’s nostrils flared in emotion before getting up. Her sons followed immediately. Luce nearly crashed into her when she stopped and looked back at Aemma’s door. She took a breath and headed to her daughter’s room first. She knocked lightly, not receiving an answer. “It’s time, love.”

The door opened revealing her daughter’s puffy, red face. Rhaenyra breathed a soft ‘come love’. Aemma was a step behind, small bundle behind her back, as the five of them approached the door. Jace was the one to open them.

Harwin stood before them. No longer in the shining armor or golden cloak. Now he stood as a lord in travel wear. His eyes looked equally sorrowful. The group made room for him to enter.

Luce returned to his toys but wasn’t interested in was more for something to do. Jace was close to the man but just watched him as he lowered himself to a knee with Luce. Aemma was by her mother’s side with puffy and tired eyes. She took in the lord’s features. Wanting to commit them to memory. Rhaenyra gently swayed Joffrey as she too watched Harwin interact with the boys.

“Be good to your mother, lads.” He’d finally found words. Luce looked up to meet his eyes. “I’ll visit when I can.” He stood and turned to Jace. “But that may be some time.” Jace moved away from him to stand between his mother and twin.

Harwin continued towards the twins and Rhaenyra his blue gaze still on Jace. Aemma’s twin couldn’t meet his eyes but the man gently caressed his chin and dragged it up to meet him. “I will return. I promise.” He brushed his thumb on the boy’s chin. Jace nodded, finally returning Harwin’s gaze. The man’s brows furrowed in pain but he moved to Aemma.

Before he could open his mouth she launched herself into his arms. Arms wrapped as far and as tightly as she could. The bundle now in one hand. She squeezed her eyes tight and willed the tears to stop. He lowered to a knee again and she readjusted to hug his neck and cry into his shoulder. The ‘Breakbone’ arms wrapped slowly around her. She felt safe and loved in them. She never wanted to let go. Maybe if she held on tight enough he wouldn’t leave. They could all just keep living in their chambers away from court.

“Oh my sweet girl.” He breathed into her hair. His own blue eyes watering. Never did he want to see his Aemma cry. Let alone be the cause. It was tearing him apart to leave. “I will see you again, my little lady-knight.”

“I don’t want you to go.” She mumbled sadly into his jacket. “I-I don’t want to lose you.” She stuttered through cries.

“You’ll never lose me, my girl.” Whether his words were for her or himself it didn’t matter. It pained him to pull away. It felt like ripping out his own heart.

“I’ll come with you.” She sniffled and rubbed at her eyes with her free hand. Harwin cupped her face and brushed her tears away even when they just kept falling. He couldn’t even bringing himself to voice a no all he did was shake his head. “No, no I can! I’ll ride Aerion t-to Harrenhal and-and we can be…” Her words were choppy and growing more into cries.

“You have to stay here, sweet one. You have to watch over your mother and brothers. They’ll need you.” His breath caught in his throat. “Aemma. You must stay. Do this for me.” Her tiny pout wobbled, holding back a cry. He had to stand and distance himself or he’d cave and take them all with him. Everyone else be damned.

“Promise you won’t forget us.” She finally whimpered.

“I could never, my princess.” She pushed the object she’d been clinging to into his hands. It was a clump of dried lavender, wrapped around their brittle stems was her tri-colored necklace. The gems the color of his house. She’d always wore it proudly even before she knew what it represented.

His lids fluttered at the gift. The silent plea from daughter to father. All he could do in response was fix her with a loving, broken smile and bow his head. The girl nodded back. Jace closed in on his sister. She hugged his arm and he stood tall. Luce ran up to stand on her other side and held her empty hand. Harwin dragged his eyes from the three of them to Rhaenyra. He dropped to place a kiss on Joffrey’s head at the weak dip of her chin. “I will be a stranger when we meet again.” He whispered between the two, sad frown fixed on the infant.

Their mother could barely meet his eyes when he straightened. The pain the whole of them felt eating at her. Part of her wanted to join him. Take their children and hold up at Harrenhal. Surrender all responsibilities, all that was expected of her, the crown. She wanted her children to never have to go through this agony.

Harwin stepped back, bowed his head and uttered “Princess.” He strode away and picked up his sword and satchel. Then he was out the door. If he looked back he wouldn’t find the strength to leave.

Jace ripped away from his siblings and ran after him. Rhaenyra was behind. Her eldest stared after the man even when he was no longer in sight. Aemma and Luce quietly inched closer to the both of them.

“We will exchange letters by ravens. Won’t that be fun?” She was petting his hair to console them both. “Is Harwin Strong our father?” He didn’t look at her. Aemma saw the way she tensed. Jace turned, angry at her silence. “Am i a bastard?” He couldn’t stand still, shifting from one foot to the other. Aemma looked at Luce hoping he hadn’t heard their brother.

“Let’s go play, Luce.” She ushered her younger brother towards his toys. He did as she asked not bothering to make sure she was following. She turned back to her mother and twin standing closer now to hear what she said.

Rhaenyra looked back to see if the other two had heard. Thankful when it was Aemma and not Luce who stood behind her. She turned back to her eldest and ran a hand down the side of his face, holding his neck. “You are a Targaryen.” She nodded in assurance. “That’s all that matters.” She kissed his head and pressed him back into the room.

Jace brushed past Aemma to sit with Luce. Rhaenyra was glued to her place just outside the door. Conflicted and startled. Her finger tapped anxiously on Joffrey’s back in a tic. Aemma softly approached and placed her hand to stop her mother’s fidgeting. Rhaenyra closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. She steeled herself. Coming to what she needed to do. To protect her children. Even if it was just Luce and Joffrey, she would shield them. —————————————————————-

The maids were swarming about their rooms after Rhaenyra had rushed out. They were gathering clothing and essentials, packing them into chests. Aemma watched solemn from one of the couches her brothers by her knee no longer toying with their wooden figures.

“What’s going on?” Luce whispered. “Are we going somewhere?” “I don’t know.” Jace replied. Aemma felt a new surge of panic and looked out the windows. The sky was darkening.

“I’ve got to go.” She twirled on her feet and weaved through the servants. Jace and Luce calling after her. She’d seen her mother slip through a false panel in their wall enough times to know which one it was. Before sneaking through she turned to her brothers. “Don’t tell mom. I’ll be back, cover for me.” She looked at Jace. “Please.” Confused he only nodded in agreement. Luce looked back and forth between them.

Aemma barely cracked the panel and squeezed through. It was nearly too dark to see but she felt out with her feet. Somehow she’d find her way to the Weirwood Tree. The princess crept at the start, unsure if this was even safe but if her mother did it she could to. Fearing the hour was growing late and she’d leave Aemond waiting too long her pace grew into a blind run.

Finding a door and pressing her full weight into it, Aemma found herself in the courtyard. Somehow she’d wound her way in the right direction. Knowing it was a quick trip to get to the Tree Aemma broke out into a jog. She was incredibly tired. The emotions in one day was taking it’s toll. Finally seeing the white bark and red leaves she finally slowed. Aemond was leaning against the trunk with one of their favorite tomes spread open on his legs. He glanced up and smiled seeing her form.

The prince’s excitement ebbed when he saw her red eyes. He closed the book with a thud and got up to meet her halfway. Concern was written all over his face when he got to her. A hesitant hand rested on her shoulder. Aemond was taken aback when she crashed into him with a hug. He hugged her back immediately.

“What’s wrong, Aemma?” He felt her body shaking against his. “You’re shivering.” He pulled the both of them to the base of the tree towards the fire he’d been reading beside. Lightly pushing her away to look her in the eyes, Aemond took a breath.

She looked broken.

“H-he’s gone.” She sobbed in his arms.

“What? Who’s gone? Aemma!” He gently shook her to gain her attention.

“Ser Strong.” Aemma replied quietly making the prince frown in confusion.

“Why? Because of today?” He really wanted to ask why she cared but he wouldn’t push her. He patiently waiting for her to continue. Following her lead and but not wanting to leave her side. Aemma sat heavily and stared vacantly into the flames.

She adored Aemond but she wasn’t sure he’d understand. Even if he did she wouldn’t say the words out loud. She wouldn’t breathe life or truth into the rumors she already know he knew. She’d never undermine her mother. So she chose to change the subject with a sniff.

“My surprise.” She said turning away from the flame and her lamenting. He perked, noticing the switch but not commenting. He’d respect her. “Aerion and I will take you to Dragonstone, so you can claim one of the dragons there.” She smiled, hoping it looked genuine despite how empty she felt.

Aemond leaned back. “Dragonstone?” It made sense. There were several wild dragons that roamed the island. And there were dragons that had lost their riders years before. “When? Tonight?” His excitement was growing. “I can grab some supplies and…” He faded off seeing her state. “I mean. We’ll go when you feel better?” She reached out for his hand, he readily gave it.

“I promise you, Aemond.” He gave her a toothy grin.

“Shall we read then?” He turned to the massive book. While Aemma wanted more than anything to stay and pretend that it was like any other night they snuck to read together. She knew she couldn’t. When her mother returned and didn’t find her there she’d be angry. Today had taken a toll on all of them already.

“I can’t. I have to get back.” He nodded in understanding. “Tomorrow then.” He was chipper trying to make her smile or ease pain. “Tomorrow.” She agreed. “Good night, Aemond.”

“Good night, princess.” —————————————————————-

Aemma opted to not use the hidden tunnels back to her chambers. Not completely trusting she’d find her way as easily. She walked quietly through the sleepy halls instead. The last memory of Ser Strong deep on her mind. His promise to her and the boys of visiting. She felt solace in his acceptance of her gift. That he had a reminder of her with him.

“Princess?” Aemma looked up at her title. The knight who her father was friends with was standing across from her in the hall. He looked shaken and relieved. “Gods, Laenor! I found her!” He rushed to her. “Are you alright? Your parents have been worried sick.”

Laenor nearly ran to them. He was down on his knees hugging Aemma to his chest. “Thank the gods! Aemma, you cannot wander about the Keep at night!” He breathed into her hair. “Come, quickly.” He held her hand tightly and lead them towards the family quarters.

“Found her.” He said relieved. Rhaenyra was on them the moment she saw her daughter.

“Aemma. Where have you been!” She braced her daughter’s shoulders. Aemma took a moment to look around the room. It looked bare. Their toys were gone, blankets and shoes nowhere to be seen. Neither of her brothers were there.

“What’s going on?”

“We’re leaving. Come, love.” Rhaenyra all but dragged Aemma out.

“What? We can’t!” She stopped them. “”I promised Aemond! And what about grandfather and Helaena?” She wanted to fight but her exhaustion was taking over and she had little strength. Laenor scooped her up noticing the fight drain.

“We cannot stay here anymore, Aemma. We’re all going to Dragonstone.” Too tired Aemma nodded.

“What about Aerion?” “He’s already been prepped and is in the skies with the others.” Laenor comforted. Aemma tucked her head into his shoulder and sighed deeply. Her eyes were so heavy.

“I promised…” she mumbled into her father’s neck.

I’m sorry, Aemond.

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Boots crunched through the smoking ruins of Harrenhal. Pausing at the entrance to what must have once been a doorway. A cindering hand clenched around something shining. All that was seen under a pile of rubble.

The man leaned down to get a better look. He pawed at the gnarled finger bones, choosing to break them off to get to his prize. He ran a gloved thumb over it he ash revealing the three gemstones.

A sapphire, a ruby and an emerald. Inlayed into a small gold necklace.

He snickered to himself.

The golden bee pin on his chest glared in the firelight. @maximumcoffeeme

#house of the dragon #hotd #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon reader #targaryen oc #fs in the chat #im sad now #thanks for all the love #!!!

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feralbatty · 1 year

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Sorry it’s been so long! Still working on pt. 2 and haven’t watched the finale yet 😭 just a quick little thing of Aemma and Aemond from pt.1. Hope y’all like it! <3

#hotd #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #targaryen oc #My art

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feralbatty · 2 years

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Erlebnisse: I- Lambent

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Oc

Summary: Aemma Targaryen, Rhaenyra’s second born and eldest daughter, bonded to the dragon Aerion. The young princess along with her brothers wait for their mother’s return under the watchful eye of Commander Strong. Then it’s off to training in the dragon pit with her uncles where the princess is seemingly Aemond’s only ally.

A/N: heyo! I will be continuing the Second Dragon series in the future but have been hit with a bug, especially with the finale coming tonight. Sorry if you don’t like the name choice I thought it would be sweet :’)

Not beta'd so spelling mistakes most likely. Warnings- childbirth? It’s long, we needed a good origin story. Mom!Nyra Dad!Harwin Dad!Laenor

I hope y’all enjoy!

Erlebnisse- the experiences, positive or negative, that we feel most deeply and through which we truly live

Lambent- glowing with soft radiance

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The princess Rhaenyra was exhausted after the birth of her firstborn, a son! Covered in sweat, shaky- tired limbs and heavy from effort she was ready to cradle her newborn and be done with it. The red, wailing dark tufted boy was placed gingerly into her awaiting arms and the world seemed to stop when she gazed down at him. He was perfect. Strong.

She felt her eye lids grow heavy at finally holding the prize of all that pain but the red gowned maid that waiting ominously at the door ruined the moment. Rhaenyra’s fond smile faded and she found it hard to swallow as her gaze steeled.

“The Queen wishes to see him.” Was all that was uttered in the room. The maesters and midwives seemed frozen as they held their breath at such a request. The maid had the decency to look ashamed yet it did nothing to ease the insult. The princess scoffed lightly and blinked to stare out the window as she gathered herself.

A midwife kindly moved over to take the Prince while servants started to buzz around to gather the princess’s gowns. Rhaenyra attempted to lift herself before a sharp waved had her crying out and arching back into bed. The maester who’d preformed the birth whipped his head towards her before lifting the sheet covering the princess's modesty. Rhaenyra peered down at him her chest already rising and falling quickly.

“What is it?” She could only breathe out, eyes wild with worry. Another wave had her gritting her teeth to stifle a scream.

“There seems to be another, princess.” He responded with furred brows. The servants were once again glued to their spots as everyone stared at the princess’s belly.

“What!” Rhaenyra fell back consumed in pain again.

“I’ll tell the Queen.” The maid’s eyes were wide before she scurried out of the chambers. Midwives swarmed around the maester, in need once again.

“You’ll need to push again, princess.” He ordered, no longer in shock. “I can see the head, push!”

Rhaenyra screamed, body just aching for rest but this surprise needed her. She squeezed the sheets until her knuckles were white and bared her teeth in strain. The scream ripped itself from her throat and burned out into a long groan. Thinking back to the moment, she was sure she looked every bit as fierce as a dragon. She felt the veins in her neck and head throbbing as she pushed.

“That’s it, princess! They’re coming!” A midwife cheered but was met with a string of curses from the mother. The midwife holding the Prince was brave enough to place an encouraging hand on Rhaenyra’s shoulder and squeezed, lending her strength in the only way she could. Rhaenyra sobbed and leaned forward to aid in the effort as she pushed.

“There. There-“ the maester was interrupted by the wailing all new mothers dreamed of. Rhaenyra fell back, worn. “A girl, princess!” He chuckled out, handing the babe to another midwife. He replaced the sheet over the princess’s legs and shuffled over towards the water basin.

Rhaenyra took another moment to calm her heart and catch her breath before she reached out to embrace her daughter. The midwife smiled at the princess as she lowered the child into her arms. Rhaenyra gasped as she met her child’s eyes. Just a perfect as her brother but instead of a dark tuft, her daughter had pale whisps crowning her head.

The girl instantly quieted when faced with her mother's beam. The two had a moment of quiet recognition before Laenor strode in all white smiles.

“I heard! A son!” He sounded just as winded as her and made long strides to the midwife carefully rocking the new prince. His palm softly cradled the boy’s head. His eyes were locked on the babe that looked nothing like him, yet they were still filled with pure wonder and love. The midwife passed Laenor his firstborn son. Rhaenyra grinned tiredly up at him and slowly bounced the bundle in her arms.

“And a daughter.” Like he’d been jolted he ripped his gaze from the boy and focused on Rhaenyra. She smirked at him and drifted her eyes down to her son’s peeking head.

Much like before, the crimson of the Queen’s maid swooshed into view, breaking the warm moment. Laenor followed his wife's glare, straightened and squared his shoulders. The maid was more nervous than before and didn’t want to repeat the summons but the two pairs of violet eyes staring her down dared her.

“Th-the Queen-“ she stumbled.

“I know.” Rhaenyra snapped. Laenor sent his wife a questioning look “She wants to see the children.”

“That’s not going to happen!” Laenor ground his jaw. “The princess is in need of rest. If the Queen-“

“It’s alright.” Rhaenyra struggled to balance her daughter and get out of bed. Servants rushed to her aid, one taking the- now squirming babe. Another taking her arm to steady her. Rhaenyra leaned in towards her husband to murmur, “The sooner this is done, the sooner I can rest.” His frown deepened but he abided by her choice.

The servants quickly slipped a gown over Rhaenyra’s stained shift, lacing the back as loosely as acceptable. A mousy haired girl lowered to the floor to slip the princess’s shoes on for her. A quiet ‘thank you’ passed through Rhaenyra’s lips before taking her daughter once again. She straightened with a wince and took Laenor’s offered elbow.

“Let’s go.”

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The journey to the Queen’s rooms was slow. Rhaenyra had stopped several times to catch her breath and lean heavily on Laenor for support. The two eventually made it, a new layer of sweat drenching Rhaenyra’s skin. Alicent was standing, hands clasped in front of her, she tried to mask her unwavering stare at the door by blinking away to find the surrounding architecture interesting. Viserys was sitting stiffly on a lounge. It was obvious he was uncomfortable in pain but he was waiting to receive his daughter and her firstborn.

“Rhaenyra!” He outstretched his arms and creaked up. Alicent glided past him to look at the new prince and princess.

“You should be resting.” The queen's expression gave nothing away. She’d perfected the stony mask since Rhaenyra’s wedding. Brown eyes simply raked over the prince, lids lowering a fraction and her lip twitched. Obviously noting the boy’s dark hair and eyes. “Two I heard.” Straight to the point, no niceties despite the momentous occasion.

Viserys had joined them at this point and smiled fondly at his grandson. “Look at him. A fine prince, my dear.” Rhaenyra returned his genuine smile but it faltered at meeting Alicent’s cold eyed frown.

“Yes. A boy and a girl!” Laenor interjected proudly nodding his head to his wife’s arms. The new grandparents turned in tandem. Viserys’ smile grew as he met his curios granddaughters’ violet eyes.

“What a beautiful princess.” He cooed down at her. “She looks just as you did when you were born, Rhaenyra.” He brushed his thumb across the girl’s peach soft cheek. “Such a blessing these two are.” The parents nodded, Rhaenyra had her eyes trained on the Queen. Something changed in her gaze as she noted the babe’s pale hair and lavender eyes. Feeling the mother’s sharp stare Alicent cleared her throat and looked away.

“Have you decided on names?” She changed the subject.

“We have. Jacaerys for our son.” Laenor beamed proudly.

“Ah! A good name for a Velaryon prince! Your father must have come up with that one!” Viserys clapped. Alicent lifted her brows and frowned with a hum. Had the princess not been quietly observing her, she would have missed it.

“And the girl?” Alicent stared back at Rhaenyra.

Something inside her wanted a reaction out of her former friend, anything but the passive disapproval and judging doe eyes. So, Rhaenyra raised her head high and kept the Queen’s eyes as she answered.

“Aemma.” Alicent’s eyes fluttered for a brief moment before she swallowed and turned away. Her father took a breath which drew Rhaenyra’s attention. His eyes were watery as he smiled shakily at his daughter.

“Oh. Oh, Rhaenyra.” He breathed.

“Do you like it?” She watched her father war with himself in wanting to hold the precious bundle and not trusting the strength in his arms. “Would you like to hold her?” Rhaenyra found herself blinking back tears. She shifted so they were shoulder to shoulder for extra support. Slowly, she handed the King his first granddaughter.

Satisfied that his hold was strong, Rhaenyra took a step back towards Laenor who smiled back at her. The couple watched fondly as the Viserys doted down on the child. Alicent watched from the sidelines. Feeling her heart sink and her stomach fill will lead. He never looked at their newborns like that. He rarely held them, stating he was too weak.

“It’s perfect.” The king finally said never looking away from the new princess.

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“This one is the best!” Luce exclaimed as he hobbled ahead with Jace a few steps behind. A dragon egg awkwardly held between his two small hands. One wrong step and they’d be a dragon short and an afternoon of crying.

“Be careful, Luce!” Aemma called after him, Jace was quick to right his brother’s hold. The two older siblings knew he was adamant on carrying the egg himself. Aemma kept her pace with the large man beside her. His armor clanking with each step and his golden cloak brushed her shoulder every now and then.

The princess carried a bundle of flowers just a preciously. The dark haired man quirked a brown down at the girl. Such grace for one so young. Her powder blue dress nearly matched the gentle white of her braided hair.

“What’s this then, princess.” He nodded at her bouquet when she looked up at him.

“Lavendar, Commander Strong. For mother.” She bowed her head, not is bashfulness but in a gentle smile. “The maesters say it has healing capabilities. Or calming ones, I don’t remember.” She continued as she watched her brothers like a hawk. “Either way, they smell nice. See?” The two stopped and faced each other, the boys still in eyesight. She lifted the flowers as high as she could, Harwin had to bed low but he made a show of taking a deep breath of the fragrance.

Graceful. Protective. And thoughtful.

His eyes were full of warmth and she peered expectantly at him. His smile so true and proud, he nearly gave himself away. “They are perfect, princess. I’m sure your mother will love them.”

Even as she continued their stroll back to the Keep, Harwin had to take a moment. His three children. The boys were laughing about something, Jace had turned and waved at them, urging them to hurry up. Luce had a brilliant grin that squinted his bright eyes. And Aemma, the girl had turned to look back at him noting his absence. She reached her hand out for his and Harwin’s heart nearly burst.

His three children. He’d never be able to claim them. They’d never call him father. He hoped they could somehow feel it though. The selfish part of him longed for it.

It took less than four steps to reach the princess and when he did she wrapped her tiny, delicate hand around his fingers and they continued. She gave a strong, comforting squeeze and he knew.

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The group of four made it back to Princess Rhaenyra’s chambers, Aemma hadn’t released the Harwin’s hand even as they passed through the Keep. The boys stuck close through the halls, guards raised, finding comfort in the presence of Commander Strong. The party had paused at one moment, one of Harwin’s men had informed him of Rhaenyra’s successful birth.

Another son.

Now as they began to settle back into the safety of their home, the three siblings had separated to do their own things. Luce had passed their soon-to-be sibling’s egg into Jace’s hands. Both tired of lugging it around and distracted in playing with the toys littered about.

Jace placed the egg carefully into a red hot pot that had been preparing since their mother had started her labors. Once satisfied with the egg’s placement he joined his brother on the carpet to play. Luce happily began telling the tale of Aegon the Conqueror, one they’d all heard numerous times. Harwin, able to relax behind the Princess’s doors, perched himself on a couch behind Luce. He ruffled the prince’s chocolate curls which earned him a giggle.

Harwin glanced up to see what the princess was up to. Aemma had separated her armful into sprigs of three, busying herself in placing them around the room. Gently fixing each one into various vases and bottles so the smell could be distributed evenly.

“…then they found themselves in front of a big, scary dragon!” Luce was more retelling the story to himself than anyone in particular. He and Jace were playing with wood-carved dragons. Aemma had finished her arrangements and joined Harwin on the couch. Sitting closely to the Commander happily watching her brothers.

The door was opened and they were met with a sweaty Rhaenyra followed closely by Laenor holding the newborn. The four of them rose, the boys hopped over their toys immediately wanting her attention. Aemma stood in front of Harwin, hands clasped in front as she’d seen the ladies of court do, quietly observing and not wanting to overwhelm.

“Mother, look.” Jace lifted the pot’s lid to show her their spoils. Rhaenyra, ever dutiful followed them with her eyes and smiled.

“We chose an egg for the baby.” Luce added. Both of them incredibly calm in awareness of their new sibling despite their pride and excitement.

Their mother breathed a laugh and began to take a seat. Harwin placed a quick squeezed to Aemma’s shoulder before moving around her and offering his arm.

“We let Luce choose.” “Thank you, Jace.” The boys carried on sweetly. Aemma continued to watch her mother carefully. Trying to gauge if she was ok or not. Harwin helped her to sit while telling his feeble excuse loudly, as the door was still open. Rhaenyra offered their thanks.

Aemma rounded the couch once Harwin had moved a, respectable, amount away and sat next to her mother. She leaned into her side and Rhaenyra wrapped and arm around her to pet her hair and give her a kiss on the forehead. Aemma snuggled deeper into her mother’s side at Rhaenyra’s insistence.

“I got you lavendar, mother.” Rhaenyra smiled down at her daughter. “It’s supposed to…I just thought it smelled nice.” She looked down and fiddled with the rings on her mother’s hand. Both men were smiling fondly at the sweet girl.

“Another boy I heard.” The Commander finally said after a beat of comfort silence between the family. Rhaenyra hummed. Aemma was enjoying her mother’s warmth before looking up when he said, “Might I?”

Her father had been doting on the newborn and bouncing him, completely absorbed in the little life in his hands. Rhaenyra craned her neck, resituating herself and her daughter. “Ser Harwin wishes to be introduced to Joffrey.” Aemma wrapped her arms around her mother and watched the two men while Rhaenyra ran her finger’s through the girl’s pale hair.

Laenor dipped his head with a fond “Of course.” And passed the bundle to the Commander. Aemma tilted her head into her mother’s chest as the scene unfolded. She noted that he was incredibly gentle with the baby despite his size and she wondered when he’d gotten so accustomed to handling infants.

Part of her wondered if he’d held her at some point.

“Father, please may I hold Joffrey?” Luce was reaching towards their brother now. Laenor, Harwin and Jace all steering his clumsy little hands away. Aemma looked up at her mother, both of them sharing a giggle.

“No, no, no. It’s back to the dragon pit for you.” Laenor was now marching the boys out. “Aemma, come along.” He called over his shoulder. The princess kissed her mother on the cheek and carefully got up. When she passed by Ser Harwin the others were already down the hall waiting for her. She paused and rose on her toes to see her new brother.

Harwin gentle tilted Joffrey down so she could see. Aemma reach up and ran her finger across the baby’s cheek. “He looks like you.” She whispered so only the two of them could hear. Harwin had stiffened and gaped at her before she turned on her heel and followed the others, shutting the door on her way out.

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Fingers laced with her father’s, Aemma trailed behind her brothers once again. The two of them were jumping on the stone walls to make a game of balance and joking around. Completely at ease on the way to the dragon pits.

“Tell me, seashell, what’s on the schedule today?” Laenor smirked down at Aemma, he began to swing their combined hands, sensing his daughter’s distraction. Normally she was racing the boys to get to the pits. Must be her mother’s labor that made his daughter more demure today.

“Jace is going to do some more bond training with Vermax. And I think Luce is still trying to learn the commands, plus Arrax is still too small to ride. Aegon and Sunfyre will most likely go flying.” He arched a brow down at her.

“And you?” Aemma pondered over what she should say.

“I’d like to go riding. Like when you took me on Seasmoke!” She bounced. “But…”

“But what? Aerion is certainly big enough and I’ve never known him to disobey your commands.” Laenor has stopped swinging their hands instead slowing their pace so he could get to his daughter’s troubles.

“He’s just not big enough for two.” She finally mumbled. Laenor tilted his head.

“I was unaware there was another of you.” He joked.

“Not me, dad.” She laughed. “Aemond.” The two of them were stopped now. Just outside the dragon pit where he usually left them. The boys had already run inside to start their trainings.

“Aemond?”

“He doesn’t have a dragon. The others are mean to him about it too. He always watches but never gets to participate. I just…don’t want him to feel alone.” Laenor’s heart swelled.

“That’s very kind of you, Aemma.” He squatted to meet her eye to eye and placed both hands on her shoulders. “I felt the same way about my sister Laena. You know, she didn’t have a dragon born to her either. I’d pester her to come riding with me everyday and she did, for a time.”

“What happened?”

“It made her want a dragon of her own even more.” Aemma frowned down at her feet. “And now…” He drawled out.

“She rides the biggest dragon there is!”

“She does!” He laughed at her outstretched arms.

“How do I help Aemond get a dragon then?”

“That’s something only he can do, my sweet.” She ‘Ohhed’ and looked down again. “All you can do right now is to continue being there for him. Sticking by his side when the others pick on him.”

“Okay.” She looked at the entrance to the dragon pits then perked up and gasped in excitement. “I know how I can help him!”

In one ear, out the other. Laenor mused but nodded his head for her to go on. There was no changing her mind. Stubborn like her mother.

“When Aerion’s bigger we can fly out and look for a dragon for him! One as big as a Vhagar!” She jumped up. “And then! We can go on adventures! Maybe even fly around the world!” Spirits raised, even if she didn’t completely understand what he was trying to say but Laenor could only marvel at the kindness his daughter had.

“Sounds like you’ve got it all planned out, my little conqueror.” He nuzzled her nose causing her to squeal in delight. “But. I want you to train. Hmm?” She nodded.

“Good. Go on then. I’ll see you all at dinner.”

“Bye dad!” He waved as she ran into the pit.

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“…honestly. How hard is it to say dracarys, hmm? Drah-care-us.” Aemma ran up mid-conversation. Aegon straightened from Jace. “Ah, there she is. Finally gracing us with your presence.” Aemma stuck her tongue out at him and stopped beside Aemond.

“What’d I miss?” She murmured to the boy. His eyes had been downcast but brightened at her arrival. She was the one saving grace when it came to these trainings. Aegon only dragged him along to humiliate him. He’d appealed to his mother to let him skip, there was no reason he should be there to watch since he had no dragon. But Aegon charmed their mother by saying it was good practice for when he eventually had a dragon of his own. He was pretty sure she saw through it too but had no valid reason to excuse him. So, here he was. Watching his brother and nephews flaunt their dragons around. Even if they weren't that good.

Aemma though. She always stood by his side and watched with him even though she had a sizable dragon of her own. Aerion, the Nightshade. He’d helped her come up with that title after the two of them poured over books about the dragons of old.

“Nothing. They were comparing skill. Or lack there of. ” She hid her smirk behind her fist while he grinned crookedly.

“No contest.” Aegon sniffed having heard their conversation.

“You’re right. When it comes to flying Aerion and I are the best.” Aemma declared crossing her arms. Aemond had to agree but he kept silent.

“Sure princess. Me and Sunfyre are leagues ahead of you, in all classes.” Her uncle sneered down at her.

“Well…Aerion is bigger!” She replied lamely.

“And faster!” Luce added.

“Not to mention more graceful.” Jace snickered from behind his sister. Aemond watched the banter around him, that sickening feeling of being left out was creeping up on him again. What value could he add to the conversation? He had no experience in any of thi-

Aemma’s warm hand had sneaked down and laced with his. She squeezed it bringing his gazed up to her. She was already smiling at him. He felt his face heat up. “I have a surprise for you!” She whisper while shaking their hands. She could have said the sky was falling and he’d still be entranced but that perked his interest. “After practice. We’ll meet at our spot.” He nodded and kept staring into her shining eyes. It was just the two of them while the others bickered about who was better at what.

The lead handler and his assistant were striding over to the group of five. Stern, burned face as usual. Their guiding sticks tapped as they stopped on the other side of Jace. He barked a command in Old Valyrian that most of them understood but his assistant translated anyway.

“Silence!”

“Let us begin!”

Vermax was guided by two handlers with heavy chains up the ramp. The enclosed colosseum was big enough for at least two dragons maybe even Arrax as well. But the boys loved to show off. Which grew into chaos when they were all shouting commands at the same time confusing each others dragons in the process. The young emerald dragon screeched while taking in the dim surroundings.

The young dragon crawled forward gaining speed the more confidence he closed in. The assistant handler urged Jace to call Vermax to heel. Jace, still finding his own confidence ordered “Serve.” Which had the verdant dragon rear up in recognition. He sniffed at Jace before chattering and lurching forward. Aemma and Jace let out gasps, her hold on Aemond’s hand tightening. Her brother was quick to command “Halt!” Before Vermax could come any closer.

The lead handler boomed “Halt!” Before ordering the others to release Vermax from his chains. He ushered Jace forward while Vermax shook off the chain’s lingering feeling, tilting his head in interest at his rider who slowly inched forward. Aemma leaned closer to Aemond to get a better look and Aegon yawned from beside them.

The scarred handler was satisfied with the exchange between dragon and rider and praised Jace as a goat was led into the arena. Vermax was instantly drawn to the tasty offering, momentarily distracted from his boy.

“Aerion would only sniff towards a goat. He's never turned away from you.” Aemond observed beside Aemma. She nodded in agreement.

Vermax was now zeroed in on the goat. Jace had to call his name twice and he still didn’t heed. Instead of chastising her brother, the lead handler began instructing Jace on how to deal with the situation. His assistant translated, Jace wasn't as fluent in Old Valyrian and Aemma and Aemond were. Jace nodded along, soaking in what was being taught to him.

"Can I say it?" Jace's face lit up as the lead handler nodded. He turned back to look at everyone. Aegon was leaning over Aemond's shoulder nodding like it was an obvious answer. Aemond squeezed Aemma's hand tight. Even if it hurt she endured it, biting her lip when she could feel bone on bone. One look at her uncle's almost angry face and she decided. She'd endure this and then she'd tell him her plan. She'd help him get his dragon if it was the last thing she'd do!

Jace took a step forward, even from the angle she was at Aemma could see the apples of his cheeks rise. This was a proud moment for him. Both the handlers holding the young dragon back watched for Jace's command.

"Dracarys, Vermax!" He said.

"He's too excited, there wasn't enough power behind it." Aemond mumbled to Aemma. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye but blinked away. When the handlers backed off and let Vermax move, he did as he was told. The dragon leaned on his haunches and blasted a stream of fire. The goat bleeted a few times but it's agony was short lived.

The lead handler clasped Jace on the back in a job well done and moved away. Vermax crept forward and enjoyed his meal. She watched her brother as he marveled at his dragon. Aemond released Aemma's hand when Aegon patted him on the back. Luce stood in front of him with a cheeky smirk.

Aemma didn't like this.

"Aemond, we have a surprise for you." The princess rolled her eyes. Aemond, in the spotlight for the moment, perked.

"What is it?"

"Something very special." Aemma's younger brother chirped before scurrying towards the ramp. Sending one last wicked little grin towards Jace over his shoulder. She hooked her arm through Aemond's emerald padded one. Letting him know she was there and it was a means of pulling him away from a fight.

"Don't." She warned, glaring at Aegon's weasly smirk.

"Don't ruin the fun." Aegon sneered in her face. Aemond moved slightly in front of her, it looked like he was getting a better view of Luce but in reality he didn't want Aegon near Aemma. But it also released her hold on his arm.

With a little pressure Aegon began leading Aemond after Luce. Jace joined them while Aemma fumed a step behind Aemond.

"You're the only one of us without a dragon." Aegon began, his palm still pressing between Aemond's shoulder blades. Aemma glared after them.

"Indeed." Was Aemond's reply, tone dour because he hated being reminded of it. And it was the greatest weapon to tease him with.

"Aegon." She growled. Her uncles ignored her of course but Jace shot her a dirty look and shushed at her.

"And we felt badly about it," Aegon continued, patting Jace on the chest lightly as some sort of signal. Jace nodded and gave Aemond a sickly, faux smile. "So we found one, for you."

"A dragon? How?" Aemma saw Aemond steel himself. Ready for whatever cruel game the boys were playing but hoping that for once they were actually being genuine. She couldn't take it she reached forward and grabbed his arm.

"Aemond, come on." She pleaded and tugged on his sleeve but the boy shook her off and continued with the others. Aemma sighed, dejected and sorry for him in going along with their horrid jokes.

"The gods provide." Aegon sung as they approached the mouth of the ramp.

From the darkness emerged Luce who was reigning a sow nearly as tall as he was. Parchment wings had been tied around it's middle. Aemma's heart dropped. She could see when Aemond's hope died with his shoulders slumping.

"Behold! The Pink Dread!" The three boys sang together before breaking out into a fit.

To drive the knife further Aegon leaned in, "Be sure to mount her carefully. The first flight is always tough." Then he snorted right into Aemond's ear. Jace followed suit while Luce was laughing to hard to try. Aegon pushed off of Aemond's shoulder to turn away.

Aemma stormed up and pushed her uncle as hard as she could. The gangly boy toppled over with a shriek then glared up at her from the dirt. "How dare you!" He snarled jumping up and began dusting himself off. "You brat!" He roared and charged at her.

She brought her hands up to brace herself. Not scared, the fire in her eyes was hotter than ever. Knowing Aegon out powered her she turned her body so her uncle's force carried him forward back into the dirt. Unfortunately she also lost her balance and slammed to the ground herself. The pig was startled at the sounds they were making and the too fast of movents of their scuffle. She began to squeal and ran about looking for an exit.

"You're a horrible brother!" Aemma roared at the eldest attempting to dive at him but Jace grabbed her and held her back with Luce running up. "Get off me!" She elbowed Jace in the ribs to get him to let go. "You two are just as bad! Just because your dragons hatched doesn't mean you're better than anyone else!" She wasn't even aware enough to see the flash of fear in their eyes, all she saw was red.

"Thats exactly what it means, you ugly girl. I'm going to-"

"What!" She rounded back on Aegon. "You're going to what, Aegon?" Fearing any escalation with the wild look in his niece's eyes, Aegon backed away before storming out of the pit.

"It was just a joke, Aemma." Luce mumbled pitifully.

"Yeah. Aemond knows we were just having a laugh, right Aemond?" Jace tried playing mediator. Their uncle was silent as the grave. He was staring down the ramp like he was in a trance.

Without turning to look at either of her brothers Aemme growled back, "It's not funny. Just go away!" The two boys were smart enough to know when she was serious and they booked it after Aegon.

When they were alone again Aemma turned to console Aemond but he was already at the bottom of the ramp into the dragon caves. No one was allowed down there except the handlers. Especially not a prince who had no dragon of his own!

"Aemond! Wait!" Aemma ran down after him. He didn't look back, determined to show them. "Aemond!" Aemma huffed once she caught up with him. Together they were already coming upon the caves. Aemma clutched onto Aemond's back as he pushed forward towards the first dragon he saw.

Dreamfyre.

The dragon was nearly three times the size of Vermax. And Aemma knew that even if he wanted to help, Aerion was too far down into the caves to reach them in time.

The older she-dragon noticed them and rumbled in warning. But there was no getting through to Aemond. Suddenly the idea of searching for an unclaimed dragon for Aemond became a terrifying thought now that she was in this dragon's sights.

Dreamfyre reared up blew fire onto the stone carved ceiling. Aemond fell back into Aemma in fear. She clutched underneath his arms while he was frozen against her chest. The two children couldn't move as Dreamfyre inched closer and closer.

This was his sister's dragon but it was obvious it held little care of who she went after when they trespassed into her territory. Aemma was only able to squeeze her eyes shut as Dreamfyre continued forward. There was a guttural rumble coming up the dragon's throat. Aemond couldn't look away.

This was it.

He was going to be killed by a dragon without ever having one of his own. What's worse was that Aemma was with him. Clinging tightly across his chest and burying her head into his green padded shoulder. His own selfishness was going to get the person he cared about most killed.

Dreamfyre's maw was lowering, jaw barely open but Aemond could clearly see the fire rolling up her neck. The heat of her breath and the horrible hiss she was making seemed to rumble through the stone and surround them.

No matter what, he was going to be brave. For Aemma who was only in this because of him. He would not close his eyes. Never. He held his breath, all his muscles tensed- anticipating the incredible pain of dying to dragon fire. His eyes were burning from not blinking. He didn't trust himself to open them again if he did. Aemma let out a whimper into his shoulder.

Dreamfyre's eyes narrowed down at the two children. She steadied her feet so she had a strong base during her blast. Lips curling to reveal her rows of knife-sized teeth. Crystalline eyes focused, a breath in and-

A roar came from the mouth of a hall to their right. Aerion's head could just barely be made out in the dim. Blue fire burbled up in between his teeth. Illuminating the dark around them and showing off his own size. Threatening Dreamfyre to move closer. He stretched over the children and roared at the older dragon. She blinked a few times in confusion before standing down and turning to saunter back into her cave. Aemma had looked up by now and Aemond let out a shaky breath. The two children relaxed together knowing they weren't in danger anymore.

"Aerion." Aemma sniffled making her uncle and dragon turn to her. Aemond brought a hand up to touch Aemma's arms that were still wrapped around him. Her dragon rumbled a purr as he leaned in. "Tha..nk..yo..uuu." She sobbed as Aemond leaned his head back to offer more comfort. Her dragon looked pitch as he curved his head to nuzzle her with his snout.

Tentatively, Aemond reach out to run his fingers along the dragon's scales. They shimmered blue and violet in the firelight. He didn't seemed bother by the boy's touch. When the prince looked up, Aerion's sapphire eye was already watching him in calm acceptance.

"Thank you, Aerion." He breathed. They needed to get out of there. The Nightshade could hold off Dreamfyre but for how long? Surely he'd tire and wander back into his own cave. "Come on, Aemma. Let's go back." His voice was quiet, almost tired.

The princess didn't want to acknowledge the defeat in his tone. She just wanted to leave the pit. Her fingers were stiff as she unwrapped her arms from around him. Knowing there would most likely be bruises, she shook out her wrists and accepted Aemond's hand to help her up.

"You got mud on your dress." He noticed. A beat. Then the two started to laugh at the whole situation. Aemma hugged Aerion's nose in her hands, the dragon huffed warmly into her and raised his head.

"I promise I'll thank you properly, Aerion." He rumbled back but was already slinking back into the darker depths of the pit.

"I- I still have to tell you my surprise, Aemond." She'd finally broken the silence as they stepped back into the arena.

"It's not another pig is it?" The two huffed out equally exhausted chuckles.

"No. No pig." She confirmed as they continued walking hand in hand.

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The Second Dragon

A/N: there’s no definite couple in this but let me know if y’all have any preferences! You are the second daughter of Viserys and Aemma, Rhaenyra’s younger sister. This story starts at the beginning of HotD. Your hair and eye colors are already locked in and femme pronouns are used. Your dragon’s name is Axylvar the Gilded. No warnings except Daemon being Daemon.

Italics are Old Valyrian since I didn’t want y’all to have to translate mid story :) It’s been awhile since I’ve written so I’m rusty but HotD has got me hyped! I hope you enjoy!

Wind ripped around you. Endless blue flashed around as you flushed yourself to his back. Syrax could be seen just below and you could make the faint white of Rhaenyra’s hair. They seemed like a small blur against the expand of Blackwater Bay. Smirking, you and leaned closer for him to hear.

“Lower! Let’s catch them!” Letting out a boisterous laugh as your massive mount rumbled in affirmation before he arched and dived down. Your head rushed at the speed, body lighter than a feather with adrenaline which made you smile even wider.

He let out a thunderous roar as you swooped and sped past your sister, making you laugh. Turning in your saddle you could barely see the astonished look Rhaenyra set you. You already knew she would urge Syrax to match you and Axylvar. No sooner had you turned back your sister zoomed beside you. She was beaming at you.

“First to the Dragon’s Pit wins! Loser has to kiss Hightower!” You barely made out her bet past the winds. You shouted your agreement and didn’t waste any time. Urging Axylvar forward, he sensed the excitement and raised before once again diving to gain speed. “I didn’t say go!” Your sister called after you.

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“You’re a cheat, (Y/n).” Rhaenyra pouted as the two of you pulled off your gloves. Running your palm along Axylvar’s bronze scales you hummed. He had leaned his head down to look at you and rumble.

“I agree, Rhaenyra is a sore loser.” Your sister barked out as you giggled. “You never specified if we go at ‘go’ sister dearest.” You feigned innocence. “Besides what does Uncle Daemon always say?”

“Seize victory by any means.” The two of you parroted in Old Valyrian while watching your dragons being lead into the Pit to rest. You made a mental note to return and pamper Axylvar for his flawless win. You hooked your arm into your older sister’s and the both of you began towards the carriage.

“Back to it I’m afraid.” Rhaenyra sighed under her breath.

“If only we could ride forever. Think of the adventures!” You whisper.

“The scandals.” The two of you giggled before Ser Westerling called out.

“Welcome back, my Princesses. Trust your ride was pleasant?” He tilted his head to the both of you from his white horse.

“Try not to look too relieved, Ser.” Rhaenyra replied sending you another smirk.

“I am relieved. Every time your golden beasts bring the two of you back unspoiled it saves my head from a spike.” You released Rhaenyra’s arm to smile back at him as your sister was focused on the carriage and Alicent emerging from it.

“A little trust, Ser.” You teased. “The Golden Two would never see that we were harmed. I think they like the rush.” He fixed you with an exasperated frown while you giggled.

“You’re giving me grey hair, Princess.”

“What hair?” You shot over your shoulder as you laughed. You caught the tail end of Rhaenyra’s attempt to get Alicent to ride with her.

“I believe I’m quite content being a spectator, thank you.” Her doe eyes found yours. “It looks like Axylvar could rival Meleys now, Princess.”

“I doubt he’ll ever be able to match the Red Queen, Alicent but thank you.” You preened at the compliment. Alicent smiled bashfully before turning to the carriage.

“Wait!” Rhaenyra grabbed her hand and sent you a smug grin. “I have a bet to uphold.” The kissed the Hightower girl’s hand making her bloom red.

“Now who’s the cheat, Nyra!” You shouted.

“You never specified which Hightower.” She threw your own words at you with an innocent look. She hurried up the steps before you could jump on her. Alicent was already sitting, face still rosy and cradling her hand.

“Next time I’ll make you kiss the Hightower bricks.” Now it was your turn to pout.

“Sore winner.”

“Slowpoke.”

“Brat.”

“Dragon’s breath.” Alicent cracked at that and joined the two of you as you laughed. ______________

The three of you made your way through the bustling of the Red Keep. Arms all interlocked with Rhaenyra in the middle. Your pace was easy but purposeful. Both you and your sister were worried about your mother. She seemed to be increasingly fatigued as of late and it troubled you. You hated to see her in any kind of distress.

Your sister walked through her open chambers first with you next and Alicent waiting at the doorway. She was lounged on a chair fanning herself. Belly almost bigger than she was you skipped past your sister to hug her around her shoulders and kiss her sweaty forehead.

“You know I don’t like the two of you flying when I’m in this condition.” She chided while you leaned your head on her shoulder and stared down at her belly.

“You don’t like us flying when you’re in any condition.” Rhaenyra shot back. You huffed a chuckled at that.

“You can’t deny a dragon it’s freedom, mother.” She frowned down at you and shooed you off her. You twirled around and danced your fingers through the calming incense that wafted through her rooms. Back to her so she couldn’t give you ‘that’ stare.

Alicent gave her greetings at that moment breaking your mother and Rhaenyra’s staring contest. Taking the distraction, your sister sauntered forward changing the subject. And earning the two of you the win. You smiled and mouthed ‘thank you’ to Alicent, who fought a smile of her own at your cheek.

“Did you sleep?” Rhaenyra was at her side now, serious.

“I slept.” Your mother sounded beyond exhausted. You leaned against the table across from them and crossed your arms. Your leg bounced as Rhaenyra sat beside her. “I don’t need mothering, girls.” Her light eyes jumped between the two of you.

“Well here you are surrounded by attendants all focused on the babe.” The maester behind you looked up at that, you met his look with an arched brow before adding,

“Someone has to attend to you.” Your mother stopped fanning and pointed it at the both of you.

“You will lie in this bed soon enough. This discomfort is how we serve the realm.” Rhaenyra sighed and you pursed your lips and stash down at your feet. You’d already been given this lecture before when she was just as unwell with the others.

“I’d rather serve as a knight and ride to battle and glory.” You said loud enough for her to hear while your sister shook her head. Your mother looked at you with sorrow before breathing out a laugh and continued fanning.

“We have royal wombs, girls.” She paused. “The childbed is our battlefield.” Rhaenyra looked at you over her shoulder you blinked away and looked out the window. You didn’t want to meet either of their eyes. It felt like, if you did you’d agreed to such a boring fate. Your mother continued event if the two of you weren’t looking at her. She knew you heard her. “ We must learn to face it with a stiff lip. Now take a bath.” You flicked your eyes to her at the tease in her voice. “You stink of dragon.” Rhaenyra smirked but you continued to stare at your feet.

“Yes mother.” Your older sister said quietly with a smile and rising.

“Don’t take too long, Rhaenyra, your father has a Council meeting soon.” Your sister nodded. She was beside Alicent before noticing you not behind her.

“(Y/n) are you coming? We insult mother’s nose with our stench.” She chuckled trying to lightened the mood but you shook your head.

“I’ll stay a while.” Rhaenyra’s smile faltered at your far off frown. Noticing her silence you perked up. “Besides, I don’t have to pour wine for those gossipy old men.” You winked at her, letting her know you were ok. She nodded while your mother breathed your name.

Rhaenyra pulled Alicent along with her and it was you and your mother. The servants busied themselves as you approached the seat your sister had just been in. Your mother reached out and you laced your fingers with hers. She let out a deep sigh and closed her eyes. While you studied her face. There was a twitch of discomfort in her brow.

“You should be sleeping more, mother.” Your finally broke the silence. She hummed and ran her thumb over yours. Placing your free hand on her belly you leaned forward. “And you should take it easy on her.” You mumbled to your unborn sibling.

“Rhaenyra was just as restless as this one.” You looked up and she was gazing at you fondly. “You I must say were the most pleasant of them all. You didn’t batter my insides like a drum. Oh but you were strong. Still are.” She squeezed your hand and you smiled up at her.

“I don’t want to be some lord’s broodmare, mother.” You finally said. She froze.

“Where did you hear that, (Y/n)!” You pouted and glanced at her belly, ashamed. “When will the two of you listen to me.” Another sigh. “This is our place, (Y/n). The men wage war. They govern peace, like your father. And the women-“

“-bare children.” You leaned away hand still in hers because she held tighter.

“It is our way, (Y/n).” She said gently almost pleading. You were silent for a moment before relenting. No need in stressing her further. “Sing for me.” You looked up at her. “Go on, it might settle this babe.” She nodded down at her belly. ______________

Leaving your mother resting you hurried your steps towards the throne room. You and Rhaenyra always met there so she could rely to you all the news from Council. Surprise crossed your features when you saw Ser Westerling in the meeting place with Rhaenyra at his side. You tilted you head in question.

“Seems our uncle’s decided to pay a visit.” Your sister smirked and looked to the knight. He nodded and the two of you followed him towards the throne room. You were giddy with excitement the closer you got.

“Does father know he’s here?” You asked as the three of you stopped at the throne room’s entry.

“No.” The kingsguard knight began pushing the heavy door open for you.

“Good.” Rhaenyra smirked at you with her hands clasped behind her. A wave of happiness bubbled in your stomach at seeing your uncle again. Daemon was everything you wanted to be. Free-willed and powerful. Even if he was bounced around the Council filling (and failing) different roles. He at least had the freedom to leave the Keep without an escort.

The door creaked open, revealing your uncle upon the Iron Throne. Ser Westerling exclaimed at the audacity while you smiled almost proudly at Daemon’s antics. “It’s alright Ser.” Rhaenyra pacified as she began towards him you a step behind her. Pausing you set the knight a reassuring nod before once again moving toward your uncle.

“What do you think you’re doing, Uncle?” As it was only the four of you in the room, Rhaenyra’s voice carried clear.

“Sitting.” He replied. “This could well be my chair one day.” He continued once the two of you were closer. There was no need for hushed voices as no one but Targaryens knew Old Valyrian. The three of you could converse as loudly as you wanted.

“Not if you’re executed for treason.” Rhaenyra paused. “You haven’t come to court in an age.”

“Mm.” Now that you were closer Daemon looked between you and Rhaenyra. “Court is so dreadfully boring.” The corner of your mouth drew up making his in return. His violet eyes watched you before being drawn to Rhaenyra as she spoke.

“Then why come back at all?” Playing serious. You knew she was just as excited to see him as you were. You proceeded to let the two of them speak, fine with just taking him in after so long. Last time he’d been around you were a child running after his boots and riding on his shoulders to pet his vermillion Caraxes.

“I heard your father was hosting a tournament in my honor.” His deep timber echoed. You and Rhaenyra were now at the bottom of the Iron Throne’s steps. You huffed at his gall, smile never falling.

“The tournament is for his heir.” Rhaenyra tilted her head up at him. Light filtered all around the three of you, making your matching snow-white hair glow like crowns around your heads. Daemon leaned out of the Throne’s shadow.

“Just as I said.” He smirked and shot you a look. That’s when you noticed what looked like jewelry dangling from his hand. Your lavender gaze flicked back up to him when Rhaenyra corrected him.

“His new heir.” Daemon’s smile was gone as he stood up and sauntered down the steps to meet you.

“Until your mother brings forth a son you are all cursed with me.”

“Then I shall hope for a brother.” She shot back. You watched the two as Daemon stood in front of her. A fond smile back on his face.

“I bought you something.” He lifted his hand and produced a necklace to her. A part of you dropped when there was only one in his palm. You blinked the hurt away to watch your sister marvel at the piece. “Do you know what it is?” Two braids of thick linked darkened steel with four small dropped rubies guarding the tri-spiral and largest of the rubies.

“It’s Valyrian Steel. Like Dark Sister.” She ran her fingers over it before he flicked it from her grasp.

“Turn around.” She did and moved her hair from her neck, unclamping the gold choker. He wrapped the necklace around her and clasped it. You leaned around to get a better look at it across her collar. It was beautiful even if you had to push the little bite of jealousy down, you admitted it did suit her.

Your sister turned to you with a big grin. “How does it look?” You returned with a weakened smile before gazing longingly at it. You were too caught up that you didn’t notice Daemon watching you closely.

“Beautiful, Nyra.” Your voice was barely a whisper.

“You didn’t think I’d forgotten you, (Y/n), did you?” Daemon’s voice was loud, shaking you from your stupor. He made a ring with his finger for you to turn. Your eyes brightened, you swirled in place waiting- hoping for something as beautiful as Rhaenyra’s necklace.

Daemon’s smile deepened as he ghosted his fingers across your neck and moved you ivory locks to the side for you to hold. You felt the cool of the chain as it lay against your skin. He leaned closer so he was right beside you ear and breathed a low whisper. “For my favorite.” He squeezed you shoulder before letting go.

Twin strands of thick chain, like Rhaenyra’s, with three small rubies inlayed on each side. Towards the middle were ruby-eyed twin dragon heads. A thinner delicate strand of chain in their jaws with a large tear dropped ruby dangling at your chest. You touched your fingers gingerly to first the dragons than the ruby.

Rhaenyra stepped closer to look, tracing the dragon heads herself. You beamed at her and she to you. Daemon watched as you both turned to him with equally honored smiles.

“Now the three of us own a small piece of our ancestry.” He mused down to you, tilting his head in your direction. His gaze drifted lazily from Rhaenyra’s necklace to your eyes. “Beautiful.”

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