#she picked that egg with Rhaenyra as a child. and as a woman she hears that the dragon from that egg devoured her enemy.

[alicent-archive]

Rhaenyra and Alicent go to the Dragonpit to select a dragon egg for Aemma’s unborn baby. Up until that point, Rhaenyra had been the one selecting the eggs, but this time, she wants Alicent to pick one. Alicent selects a black egg, and the reason she picks it is because the colour reminds her of Rhaenyra’s riding clothes.

When Baelon dies, the egg is returned to the Dragonpit.

Once Alicent is heavily pregnant, Viserys mentions that an egg has to be chosen for the baby. Rhaenyra would’ve been the one choosing the egg, but Rhaenyra isn’t on talking terms with anyone.

Viserys chooses the egg instead, and when Alicent returns to her chambers, inside the fireplace is a black egg. Visery’s tells her that it was Baelon’s egg, and Alicent almost snaps and tells him that, yes, she knows it was Baelon’s egg. She had been the person to pick it.

She doesn’t snap. She smiles. And that’s that.

Alicent realises, looking at the egg, that Viserys didn’t choose an egg for her baby, he chose an egg for Aemma’s baby; for Baelon.

As if the prince was still alive, as if Baelon walked among them.

When the egg hatches, from inside squirms a golden, glimmering dragon.

It reminds Alicent of a certain yellow dragon she used to visit almost everyday.

When Aegon is old enough to say single words, he calls the dragon Sun.

When he’s old enough to understand sentences, he calls the dragon Sunfyre.

[floatyflowers]

Dark Platonic Father! Aegon II Targaryen

You are his first-born child with Helaena.

Aegon didn't attend your birth, yet he picked up a dragon egg for you, a clutching from Sunfyre coupling with Dreamfyre, he placed it in your cradle.

Much like his father, Aegon didn't care to spend time with you or your siblings.

That was until you reached an age where you could communicate properly with others ...

One day, when the Targaryen prince woke up and found you holding a flower crown in one hand while holding a familiar wooden dragon toy in the other one.

It was the same toy he used to play with when he was a baby.

"What are you doing here?" you smile brightly at him, before placing the flower crown on his head.

"I wanted to give you this flower crown, Kepa!"

Your father sits properly in his bed, before touching the flower crown on his head, shocked that you made him a gift.

"Why?"

"Because I love you"

Hearing those words made Aegon feel loved for the first time, even his own father never told him that he loved him.

At that moment, he realized that he never even said to you too.

"I love you too"

From this day, Aegon would spend more time with you, and only you.

Helaena would be surprised to see Aegon waking up early in the morning just to take you riding with him on the back of Sunfyre.

He also snatches you away during your playtime with your siblings.

You are the only one who sees past his flaws, even if you don't understand what his flaws are, yet he adores how you love him without judging him.

When he becomes king, he makes you his heir despite his grandfather and mother's protests.

Yes, he usurped his sister because she's a woman, but goes and makes you his heir... Not a hypocritical move at all.

When Blood and Cheese happens, the first thing Aegon does is isolate you in fear that you might get assassinated, no one was allowed to see you except for him.

He doesn't even trust his own family around you.

It only made Aegon realize the real, threat, is that if he doesn't kill Rhaenyra.

She might kill you

That's why Aegon becomes more determined to kill his half-sister.

[hllywdwhre]

Dreamer, Queen, Prince - Prologue

Pairing: Daemyra x fem!OC

Warnings: Please check masterlist for warnings. This is an 18+ fic, MDNI

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*97 AC

Prince Aegon kneeled next to Princess Adlyn Stark’s pale form with her hand in his. A fever had set in soon after the birth of their daughter, Viserea, and in three days it had taken her. Aegon couldn’t bring himself to leave his wife’s side yet, in disbelief at the sick twist of fate. They had convinced her father Ellard, the Lord of Winterfell, to allow them to be wed. They had traveled to King’s Landing and had a royal wedding. Less than two moons later Adlyn found out she was with child. Their happiness had lasted less than a year.

It was Aemma’s touch that broke him out of his trance and caused him to finally look away from his dead wife’s body. Behind her stood his older brother, Viserys, and each of them held a baby bundled in blankets. Viserys held his own daughter, Rhaenyra, wrapped in a blanket of Targaryen red and Arryn blue, while Aemma held Aegon’s daughter, Viserea, wrapped in a blanket of Targaryen red and Stark grey. Both of the blankets were gifts from the girls’ uncle Daemon.

“Brother, you have my deepest condolences,” Viserys said, his face showing just how truly sorry he was for his brother, “You must leave her side now. Viserea needs you.”

Aegon can read the true meaning behind his words. They need to take her body away now so that she can be prepared for the funeral. That was why they truly needed him to leave her side.

“I want her sent back to the North. She deserves to be buried next to the rest of her family. She wanted us to return there to raise our family after our grandsire passed, she would want to be buried there,” Aegon told them. He knew that traditionally a Targaryen’s partner received a dragon rider’s death, but traditionally one didn’t marry for love and instead married out of political advantage. Their marriage was not traditional.

“Of course, Aegon. Her wishes will be honored,” Aemma said, not bothering with any titles. She was one of the only in the Keep who did not use them unless absolutely necessary, and while most would see it as disrespectful, Aegon knew that Aemma meant it as a show of affection. She had always found titles to not be personable enough when speaking to those that she loved.

Aegon kissed Adlyn’s hand one last time and wiped away the rest of his tears before standing. He turned to face his brother and his brother’s wife and allowed them to guide him out of the room where he could hear the handmaidens covering her body.

“How is Viserea?” Aegon asked, forcing himself to focus on the last bit of Adlyn he had left.

“As strong as the woman she was named after,” Viserys said as Aemma gently handed the newborn girl to her father.

Aegon let the smallest smile crack across his face at the sight before him. While she possessed the silver hair and violet eyes of a Targaryen, Viserea’s face was that of her mother’s. As much as he wanted to return to the room they had just left and lay beside his wife’s body and waste away until he joined her, Aegon knew he could not allow himself to do so. He would not leave his daughter alone in the world without a parent.

“Are you ready to pick an egg to join her in the cradle?” Viserys asked his brother.

“I’m assuming you have already placed the gold one in Rhaenyra’s cradle?” Aegon asked, though he knew the answer. It was the egg Viserys had been watching for weeks, just waiting on Rhaenyra to arrive so he could choose it. Viserys let out a laugh and nodded,

“Tell me that it isn’t fitting for her,” Viserys said and stepped next to Aegon, letting him see his daughter’s face. Aegon couldn’t help but see what Viserys meant.

“Well, let us see if we can find one as fitting for my Viserea, shall we?”

Aegon and Viserys allowed the wet nurses to take their daughters and made their way to the dragon pit. Aegon looked over the eggs for only a couple minutes before deciding on one. It was a deep purple so dark it almost seemed black with the tips of each scale colored silver. He ordered for it to be placed in the cradle with Viserea and to only be removed when necessary.

6 months later he would find a purple dragon with small talons of silver curled on his daughter’s chest while a golden dragon slept soundly next to his niece.

*100 AC

“Dracarys,” Jaehaerys shouted, watching as Vermithor’s flames covered his grandson’s body where it lay on a pyre.

Rhaenyra and Viserea clung to each other in front of the small crowd gathered for Aegon’s funeral. Daemon stood directly behind the girls, gently resting one hand on each of their heads. At only three years of age, neither of them should have to be introduced to death, yet Viserea was saying goodbye to her father and Rhaenyra to one of her uncles. He hurt for them both. His brother had always been the nicest of them, truly encapsulating the lessons their grandsire had tried teaching them. Daemon always knew that Aegon would have made the best king out of his siblings, but it seemed the gods had a cruel sense of humor.

That night when it was time for the Princesses to go to bed, no one stood any chance of separating them. They refused to leave Viserea’s bed and, eventually, Aemma and Viserys allowed them to spend the night together tightly wrapped in the red and black silk blanket brought back by Daemon.

*102 AC

“Tessarion!” Viserea said, as firm as a five year-old’s voice could be.

“Syrax!” Rhaenyra said in the same commanding tone.

The two girls had finally chosen the names of their dragons and had spent the entire day away in the dragon pit teaching them their names. Rhaenyra had chosen Syrax, named after the Valyrian goddess of fruitfulness. Viserea had chosen Tessarion, after the goddess of prophecies.

The dragons perked up, looking at their respective riders and tilting their heads. The two girls let out giggles of excitement. The dragonkeeper grinned proudly at the two of them.

“Now that they know their names, try giving them a basic command. Princess Rhaenyra will tell them to sit and Princess Viserea can tell them to stand.” He said, allowing each of the girls to take a step forward to the dragons.

“Demās,” Rhaenyra said clearly, smiling as both of the small dragons sat down. Rhaenyra turned to look at Viserea.

“Iōrās,” Viserea said next, causing both of the dragons to stand up. Both turned to look at the master, “Can we, please?” She asked. Moments later two goats were brought into the pit on opposite sides.

As soon as each goat had each dragon’s attention, they were given the okay by the dragonkeeper to give the command.

“Dracarys!” Rhaenyra and Viserea both said in unison, watching as their dragons’ stream of fire left their mouths.

*103 AC

“I present King Viserys Targaryen, first of his name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm.”

Aemma, Rhaenyra, Viserea, and Daemon kneeled at the foot of the Iron Throne, facing the new King. Viserea and Rhaenyra both wore traditional Valyrian headpieces that Daemon had gotten made for both of them directly after King Jaehaerys had named Viserys his heir.

The first thing Viserys did as King was make Viserea a legal part of his and Aemma’s family. It was to be declared and documented that she was his daughter as much as Rhaenyra was and would receive the same treatment as though she was the King’s true born daughter. Viserea would grow up knowing who her parents truly were and would be taught about them and both sides of her family’s history, but by law, she was Viserys and Aemma’s daughter.

This declaration did not change the family dynamic that had been built over the past three years since Aegon’s passing. Rhaenyra and Viserea had been inseparable since birth; where one went, the other followed. Aemma had always been a mother figure in Viserea’s life. In fact, she had called Aemma her mother for the first time at four years old and it had taken a lot of delicate explaining to try and get Viserea to understand that Aemma was actually her aunt. It took even longer to calm the crying girl down when she was told that her mother had died. It was Rhaenyra that got her to calm down when she said that they could just “share” her mother. Viserea received the same treatment from Viserys that Rhaenyra did, even before Viserea’s own father had passed and in the three years between her father passing and Viserys being crowned King of the Seven Kingdoms.

*104 AC

The dream started out as many of Viserea’s did. Flashes of her and Rhaenyra with their dragons, flashes of them learning Valyrian, flashes of the couple memories she still had of her father. This one took a turn halfway through. The colors weren’t as clear; the sides of them blended together as if it was a painting left in the rain. A golden dragon flew in the sky far above King’s Landing and moment’s later a deep purple dragon with silver talons arose next to the golden. On the backs of the dragons were Rhaenyra and Viserea themselves. A dragon’s roar could be heard over the sound of wind and then Viserea was sitting upright in bed.

Viserea pulled on the large door to her chambers and came face-to-face with her own member of the King’s Guard, Ser Ryden Tyrell.

“Princess, what are you doing awake?” Ser Ryden asked, a kind look on his face.

“I need to see Rhaenyra,” Viserea told him politely, “It’s very important.”

“My Princess, the sun has not risen yet. Princess Rhaenyra is still asleep in her chambers,” Ser Ryden told her.

“I need to see her! We will ride our dragons today and I need to tell her,” Viserea said as if it was as common a piece of knowledge as any.

“How are you so sure of it, Princess?”

“I had a dream of it and when I woke up I heard Tessarion’s roar. I know it is a dream like Danys the Dreamer!” Viserea’s voice rose in volume and became more demanding, needing him to understand the urgency she felt.

Ser Ryden’s eyebrows raised in surprise at the Princess’ statement. He glanced around the hall and then back at Viserea,

“How about this, young Princess? We don't disturb anyone while they sleep and you go back to your chambers. I know about your dream and I will make sure you have your time with Syrax and Tessarion first thing in the morning so you can tell Princess Rhaenyra. If Princess Rhaenyra mounts Syrax and you mount Tessarion, you and I can go to the King together and tell him about it. Is that a good plan?”

Viserea pondered the idea for a moment before nodding and shaking his outstretched hand.

The next morning Viserea told Rhaenyra about the dream and Ser Ryden’s promise while they were escorted to the pit. Ser Rydan stood with the dragonkeeper, having already told him about Viserea’s dream and what he had promised her. After a review of all the commands they needed to know, the master allowed them to attempt to mount their dragons.

“Lykirī. Rȳbās. (Be calm. Listen.)” Viserea said as Rhaenyra did the same. Viserea approached Tessarion and gently stroked her neck, smiling as the dragon seemed to hum underneath her. Her hands shook on top of the dragon, but she did not let her nervousness show.

Viserea gripped the saddle of the dragon and began pulling herself up. She carefully placed her foot on the part of the wing they had been taught to use to help themselves mount and let out a yelp when Tessarion lifted the wing and helped her the rest of the way onto the saddle. Once she was seated, Viserea looked to Rhaenyra to find her already seated on Syrax. Both of the girls smiled widely at each other then turned their attention back to the dragons.

“Naejot. (Forward.)” Viserea commanded and she tightened her grip on the reins as Tessarion began moving from inside the dragon pit and out into the training yard. A breeze blew past them and a flash of golden was already making its way to the air. Wasting no more time, Viserea gave one last command,

“Sōvēs, Tessarion. (Fly.)”

Within moments, Tessarion was next to Syrax again and Rhaenyra and Viserea were cheering loudly. The two guided their dragons above King’s Landing, showing off as they did so. The small size of both them and their dragons made it so they could dip down into the larger spaces between buildings and be back above the rooftops in moments. They flew to the Red Keep all the way down to the Silk Streets then back to the pit again. When they finally landed, both girls wore great smiles and their dragons were chirping and clicking away happily.

After the dragons were taken care of and back where they belonged, Ser Ryden kept his promise and both the girls were brought to the King where Ser Ryden and Viserea told her uncle of the dream and then about how she and Rhaenyra had flown that very morning.

Viserea and Rhaenyra were now the youngest dragonriders in Westorosi history. Viserea was the first dreamer since Aegon the Conqueror.

[jimblejamblewritings]

The Dragon Heir | part 5.

Summary: What happens when King Viserys' only current heir is a choice between his twin daughters? The realm will not accept a woman but you have no care for what the realm thinks it won't accept.

Warnings: it's the game of thrones realm, and obviously incest comes with the Targaryen package but it still deserves a second warning

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x black!reader, Daemon Targaryen x targaryen!reader

Word Count: 3.6k

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The flames cooled until they were gone and glass remained where sand once was on the beach. Daemon ran the moment he saw you. He covered you with the cloak you had handed him. You looked down at yourself, picking at the white sleeping gown still left on your body. 

“I severely underestimated the heat of dragonfire,” you said. “One more dress would have been smarter.” 

Daemon grabbed you by the sides of your face. “How long have you known you were a Dragon?” 

“I didn’t really.” You felt Daemon’s hands squeeze you a little tighter. “I always tested myself with candles after accidentally knocking one over when I was small.” 

“Are you mad?” 

“It worked.” You turned to look at the dragon. “Vhagar, Soves.” 

The dragon took off, returning shortly after. Rhaenyra threw your shoes at you before pushing Daemon out the way. You braced yourself for your sister hitting you in the shoulder. 

“What were you thinking? What if you had died?” 

“Ah, ah, Rhaenyra. That actually hurts, you know. Rhaenyra!” 

She pulled you into a hug. “Do not ever do that to me again.” 

You looked at the rest of the court. “This matter is finished. The children are still not allowed at the dragon pits until I say it. Aemond, you will be given first pick of eggs any dragon lays until you find the one that suits you. I never want to hear about this business again, from any of you.” 

The children didn’t say anything. You accepted that as their reluctant agreement. Rhaenyra stepped away from you, letting you go to Daemon. You patted at his chest, searching for the parchment. Your fingers graced it. With the parchment still safe, you stood up a bit straighter. 

“I am no fool. I’ve heard what a lot of the castle whisper about my nephews, the current heirs to my throne if something were to happen to me who is currently without child.” 

“What?” Alicent started. “That is no—” 

“It had been discussed years ago with the King and you know that.”  

“You couldn’t have been serious.” 

“Rhaenyra is the next-born after me, she and her children would be the ones to inherit the throne.” 

“Aegon is the first-born son!” 

“But he is the third child. Unless you’d like to kill all three of my sister’s children to put your own on the throne.” 

“Are you trying to insinuate something, Princess?” 

You ignored her. “It is interesting to see you once again as Hand, Lord Otto.” 

“Princess,” he said with an awkward bow of his head.  

You pulled the parchment out of Daemon’s pocket just enough for people to see. “I do not think we need to be reminded that questioning the princes’ legitimacy is an act of treason I could have you all executed for. We’ll settle this issue as well. I think we all know about the one lord that managed to hold my affection tragically passed away in battle. I know questions about heirs are starting to come about again. I don’t want to hear it.” 

Otto Hightower cleared his throat. “If you don’t want to hear it then the right thing to do would be to name Aeg—” 

“To name my firstborn son as heir or my daughter. Perhaps I have neglected my own duties without meaning to. I will marry Prince Daemon and we will sire an heir.” 

“This is an insult to the queen. There are heirs right in front of you.” 

“The insult is insinuating the queen consort is above the heir and letting her cut the future queen without consequence, disregarding the fact that when my father differs to me, I speak with the voice of the King. My word is forever above the queen… consort. Further insult was the Hand of the King trying to promise the heir to his infant grandson in hopes the grandson would sit on the throne instead.”  

“Princess.” 

“Of course the only other solution I would agree to is marrying Baela to Aegon after Daemon and I combine houses. They would share the throne together as equals. No one is above each other. However, I would have to honor Lord Corlys’ wishes to grant Baela use of her maternal name when she ascends the throne. It would stand should she have any sons as well.” 

“You would end the Targaryen rule?” 

“Willingly.” 

You raised an eyebrow but Otto didn’t say anything else. The parchment with your writing on it was tucked back into Daemon’s pocket. You patted it a couple of times.  

“If that proposal isn’t favorable I will happily return to my first words… Wonderful, I will grant Lord Laenor and Princess Rhaenyra their request to occupy Dragonstone in this present time. Prince Daemon and his daughters will move to King’s Landing with me. That should satisfy all questions of claims.” 

The court turned to look at Viserys. When he didn’t do anything, it was clear to everyone that he had already approved it. You looked up at Daemon who was still holding you. He pulled you into a hug, chin resting on your head. The tight way he held you let you know you made the right decision. Daemon was able to protect you from everything. He wanted to protect you from everything. 

The matter with dragons was completely put to rest. Your new focus — or rather, your father’s new focus — was on the upcoming wedding. You didn’t want to have a large wedding. Daemon sat in your lounging chair, watching you pace back and forth, with a smile on his face. You were back in King’s Landing to prepare. You had suggested getting married in the way of Old Valyria but your father insisted that wouldn’t do. You were the heir. It had to be big. 

Maybe Viserys knew what he was talking about. The entirety of King’s Landing, possibly all of the Seven Kingdoms, was buzzing about your wedding. The notion of you being heir was less questioned in each conversation. You suspected it was because they believed Daemon would control everything behind you. He was a good ally, already doing his job and the two of you weren’t even married yet. 

You closed the door on another maiden who came to ask you a question, turning your head over your shoulder to look at Daemon.

“Do you hear what he’s on now? He wants to move Balerion’s skull into the outer yard. Is it necessary for all of Flea Bottom to attend? I barely got him to concede to not putting wings on the shoulder of my dress. He won’t move on having the wedding anywhere but the Godswood.” 

Daemon extended an arm until you reluctantly stomped towards him. He gently held your hand. “I thought you always wanted a wedding in the Godswood.” 

“Not when the entire realm gets to watch.” 

“The entire realm?” 

“Those not seated in the wood itself get to watch from the castle windows. Then we have to make the rounds at the festival not just here but in the outer yard.” 

Daemon tugged on your hand a bit. “Sit.” 

You sat on the little space there was since he was laying across the chair. 

“Now, calm yourself.” 

With a very loud sigh, you relaxed and let your back fall against Daemon’s chest. “I don’t like you telling me what to do.” 

He chuckled. “Ah, we all know you will be telling me what to do soon.” 

You played with his hands that were wrapped around your middle. Occasionally, Daemon pressed light kisses to your hair. You two had been spending lots of time with each other since announcing the marriage plan at Driftmark. Both of you wanted to know each other in ways you never cared to before. It was important for a happy marriage. You poked one of his fingers. 

“You don’t think it will be tiring? Honoring the Seven and the Old Gods and our Valyria.” 

“Showing you represent the entire Realm means incorporating their traditions with ours. We are all one.” 

“I just wanted the ceremony to be small.” 

Daemon’s humming became the only noise in the room. You let yourself relax more, sinking further into his touch. He moved one of his hands from around you. Fingertips danced on your scalp as he kept humming. You felt Daemon slowly undoing the haphazardly done braids and pieces pinned up. 

“Now it is your hair that is a mess.” 

Daemon sat up a little bit, forcing you to follow suit if you wanted to be comfortable. He reached for the oils on the small table by your lounging chair. A small smirk crossed his face when you let out a small moan at him tugging on your hair a bit. You turned around and pushed his shoulder. 

“Don’t laugh.” 

“I’m not laughing.” 

“Yes, you are. I can see that you want to.” 

He raised an eyebrow. “You can see that now?” 

“There.” You pointed at the raised corner of his mouth. “Right there, you are about to laugh.” 

“I’m just smiling. Is that a crime now?” 

“You are a headache, Daemon.” 

“I am the headache?” He turned you back around, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. 

The feeling of Daemon doing your hair was nicer than any servants. He was oddly delicate with what he was doing. He kept humming as he braided pieces. The humming stopped when you tilted your head all the way back to look at him. 

“When did you ever do hair past pushing it away from your face?” 

“Baela and Rhaena,” he said simply. 

Daemon leaned over a bit. He kissed your forehead before pushing your head back up. You didn’t move anymore so he could do his work. You both were a bit surprised when the door to your chamber opened. No one would ever dare to just enter the room with even a knock. Baela and Rhaena approached you two without a care in the world. You and Daemon looked at each other. 

“Vhagar laid eggs,” Rhaena said with excitement. 

Baela held out the egg in her hands. “We brought this one for you.” 

They set the stone-like eggs in your lap. You admired them for a moment. The eggs were slightly larger than normal but that was typical for eggs from dragons as big as Vhagar. You picked it up. 

“Thank you, girls… And thank you, Jace and Luke.” 

The two boys appeared in the doorway. “How did you know we were here?” 

“I have never seen the four of you apart unless it is time to sleep.” 

They had nothing to say because you weren’t wrong in what you said. Your nephews came in with the other two eggs Vhagar laid. The four children made themselves comfortable in your chamber much to you and Daemon’s annoyance. He kept braiding your hair as you two listened intently to whatever the children were rambling about.

The same way you and Daemon were learning each other, Baela and Rhaena did the same with you. You didn’t want them to think you were replacing their mother but you didn’t want to be only a stepmother to them as well. 

Daemon finished your hair. You moved aside so the girls could get their hair done as well, going to sit next to your nephews. Jacaerys and Lucerys groaned when a member of the Kingsguard knocked on your door. They were just as annoyed as you were about the wedding. As your nephews, they were expected to participate not just attend.  

Baela and Rhaena left shortly after the boys. Daemon took the eggs from you, going to place them in the fireplace of your chamber. You watched him poke and prod as he tried to settle all four eggs in a certain position. 

“I’ve moved chambers,” he said, moving to place the second egg into the fireplace. “I’ve taken the one right next to you so I’ll be closer if you ever need me. Move the painting to the left of your bed and you can come in whenever you want without being seen.” 

“I think I will still walk through the front door. I’d rather not stumble in when you want to turn your chamber into a pleasure house.” 

“The days of pleasure houses are over. I didn’t even with Laena.” 

“Is it because you were starting to love her even if you don’t care to admit it?” 

Daemon let out a short laugh. “Perhaps.” 

“But we are politics. I wouldn’t stop you. I would never be angry either.” 

“Calling in whores underneath the nose of our queen makes you weak. The simplest things they might turn the other cheek at Viserys but will question you like they did your sister.”  

He strolled back over to you. Taking both of your hands in his, he crouched in front of you. Slowly, he kissed one hand and then the other. For the first time since your father had told you about the decision to name you heir, you felt the gravity of the situation. Daemon wasn’t smiling anymore.  

“We may be politics but you are the first queen of the Seven Kingdoms. You are mine, now, as I am yours. I promise to you that I will never do anything to hurt you. I will always stand in front of you in the face of our enemies. I hope you will put good faith in all my words.” 

“I believe you, Daemon.” 

“Good.” 

~~

King’s Landing practically came to a halt when your wedding day finally arrived. You sat in your chamber, leg constantly bouncing up and down as you waited. You wanted to scold yourself. It was stupid to be nervous. It was just Daemon. Well it was marrying Daemon… in front of the entire realm. That was the part that concerned you. The entire realm would party for a week straight. 

Rhaenyra came in with Baela, Rhaena, and Helaena. You were a bit surprised at seeing your younger half-sister there. Helaena never had problems but she also stuck to herself, easily manipulated by the other members of her family. You supposed with Viserys around it was easier for her to do what she wishes. Still sticking to herself, Helaena moved to prep your bath water. You were directed to get in. 

You watched from the water as they fluttered about. Helaena was combing over your jewelry. You tried to hide a snort. Apparently, she didn’t agree with what pieces had already been laid out. You stared at the dress Rhaenyra was laying out on the bed. It had multiple skirts to add volume. The dress sparkled as you looked at its coloring, something you fought your father on and lost. You wanted red, one of your house colors. He wanted white, a symbol of sorts for unity in the family.

In the end, you both didn’t get your wish. The dress was a gold pale enough to be mistaken for white in the right moments. The sleeves were long, ending right at your wrists. The neckline was square and meant to show off your neckline and shoulders — the gown had rounded shoulder bits that stuck straight up, as if it was stuck to your arm instead of being draped over your shoulder blades, still creating a shoulderless effect. The entire gown was embroidered in thread that matched the color of the gown. 

Baela and Rhaena did your hair as you soaked to no end in the water that was slowly becoming tepid. You were starting to wonder if your curls grew overnight. How much hair could they make into various braids?

It seemed like they would never end. The scent of the orange blossom oil they used for your hair finally started to reach your nose. Once your hair was finished, you were allowed out of the tub. 

Rhaenyra helped you dress. You admired yourself in the mirror as your sister made sure the dress laid correctly. Helaena made you stick out your arms. You looked at the new jewelry she selected. All of it was dainty. Even the necklace she put on you was dainty as well. Thin and gold. The only thing that had much weight was the crown made specifically for your wedding. The girl gave you a nod and started to walk away, her job done. 

“Helaena.” 

She stopped when you called her, turning ever so slightly. You beckoned her back over. When she was close enough to touch, you pulled her by the wrist into a hug. Your hand cradled the back of her head. She froze up for a moment before her arms slowly reached out to wrap around your waist. You gave her a few pats to the head before pulling away.

Helaena looked at where you were still holding her hand to make sure she didn’t leave. You searched your jewelry box for the rings made out of the White Hart antler. It had made more than enough rings and whistles. You had enough left over to make hair pins and hair forks. You grabbed a hair fork, sticking it in your half-sister’s hair. Finally, you loosened your grip on her hand. 

“Okay, go,” you said with a little tilt of your head. 

Helaena looked at the fork in the mirror before leaving. Despite having your hair done and being fully dressed, you weren’t complete in wedding preparations. Baela sat you down on the lounging chair. She looked through the lip pigments.

She picked a small tin of beeswax that had been colored with grounded up pink rose petals and flavored with the nectar from honeysuckles. You sat deathly still and let her spread it over your lips until they were just tinted pink. The two girls left, needing to get the flowers for their part in the ceremony. 

It was just you and your sister left. The two of you looked at each other through the mirror, silent for a moment. Her dress was the red that you originally wanted. The more you looked at your dress, the stranger you felt. You should have been married years ago to one of the second sons in the North. Waiting for him to return from battle instead of insisting he didn’t go was your fault. You felt like it was your fault. 

Or maybe you should have been married later, with someone you loved. You looked your reflection in the eye. There was no later. You were getting married and you were getting married now. There were no choices. It was Daemon or risk more fighting in your own House. The House of the Dragon wasn’t allowed to tear itself apart. That was your father’s wish and you would honor Viserys’ wish. Keep the family together and make sure the realm is looked after. 

Marrying Daemon was a legitimate claim to the throne despite the fact that you were first born. It added validity. Rhaenyra’s sons could’ve been enough. But when the realm saw your beautiful brown-haired nephews without the known blonde-white of their supposed father, it was all ruined. You gave your sister a smile when you realized she was studying your face. She wrapped her arms around you, resting your chin on your shoulder. 

“I am sorry,” Rhaenyra said. “If Laenor and I had even had one, we wouldn’t be in this mess now. The Realm was so ready to love Jacaerys.” 

“I think when they believed my fertility complications they were praying for me to never marry after finding out you had a first-born son.” 

You both chuckled. Rhaenyra squeezed you a bit tighter. 

“How it would have been easier if I could have just had one. Or one with my hair, that would’ve been enough.” 

You placed your hands over hers. “No, Rhaenyra. It is me who should be sorry. I should’ve never asked you to take my side when we were younger. I should’ve never used you to satisfy the realm. It would have been better if I had married Aegon when Otto Hightower suggested it.” 

“No,” she said with conviction. “I wholeheartedly agreed with your decisions and you were not only disgusted at betrothing Aegon when he was only a babe. You hated the thought of political marriage. I agreed for you. I am still free to do whatever I please, you aren’t. I wanted you to marry for love like you always wanted to.” 

“Well look at where we are now.” 

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. 

A knock on the door took you both out of your moment. 

“Come in,” you coughed out. “Father, where is your cane?” 

“I cannot walk you with my cane.” 

You immediately rushed over to him when he was about to run out of wall to lean on. Rhaenyra nodded to you, leaving so she could take her place in the wedding. Your eyes darted to the ceiling when the bells started to ring. It was time. 

You tapped your father’s hand, encouraging him to use your arm as a crutch if needed. It wasn’t like anyone would be able to tell that he was doing that instead of simply escorting you. You were to walk a good portion of the castle, greeting all the guests that you could see before entering the Godswood where the invited nobles were. Viserys and you were announced — the King and Her Grace. Everyone kept greeting you as you walked through the halls, constantly saying ‘My King’ and ‘Your Grace’ respectively. 

It felt like ten years before you reached the Godswood. This was the start of the wedding for the realm. You could see Daemon’s back as he stood in front of the Septon, who had a small table in front of him, at the base of the weirwood tree. The tree was to honor the Old Gods of the North. Your sister smiled at you, trying to elicit the same response from you. The music started again.

(part 6)

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The Dragon Queen

*Not Canon Compliant*

Jaehaera Targaryen and Aegon III Targaryen

Chapter 3: Baela

“Have you gone mad?” The beautiful woman asked at her younger brother.

“You refused the Lady Daenaera?”

Indigo eyes observing her brother with barely hidden frustration. All the efforts Baela has been making to bring her brother some joy into his life are always proving in vain. He has thwarted all attempts made by her. The lady Daenaera was, intelligent, witty as they come. She could spar jabs at any man with a feminine sort of grace, a true spitfire. Not to mention Daenaera was perhaps one of the most beautiful women in realm. Such beauty has not been seen since the late Queen Rhaenyra.

“Brother she is perfect for you!”

Aegon only rolled his eyes. If he rolled them any harder they’d roll down Visenya’s Hill.

Baela picked up a velvet cushion ready to chuck at him but was stopped by Aegon, “Hitting your King is an act of treason sister.” He said smirking causing her to give an annoyed huff.

“Don’t get all high and mighty with me Your Grace!” She hissed playfully. Turning serious she continued with “Back to the Lady Daenaera. Brother you should rethink the match. I have no doubt in my mind the girl will make a fine wife for you.”

She could tell her brother wanted to roll his eyes again.

“A beautiful girl with a lively outlook on life opposite to your gloom. What more could you ask for?” The older sister regretted her words after she said them. It wasn’t her place to mention the state of his mentality. The war had affected all of them but Aegon had the worst of it. No child should ever witness their mother die so horrifically.

She motioned to apologize but was interrupted by her brother.

“The girl is an airhead.” He said truthfully. “And I don’t like how she smiles at me. If I want suggestive looks I’d go to a whore house.”

Baela’s face gave an incredulous. The type of look someone gives if the saw something as shocking as a three eyed billy goat. Feeling the urge to defend the younger woman Baela said “The girl is no whore and has done nothing to be compared to one. So she smiles prettily at you? What of it?”

The lady of Driftmark saw her brother flex his hand. A sign that he was growing irritant.

Baela noticed her brothers ring. A stunning emerald on a plain gold band. It shimmered beautifully in the sunlight. The woman couldn’t help but feel like she’d seen this ring before but couldn’t remember where.

Aegon broke her thoughts speaking in his kingly voice. The voice had once been endearing to hear. However when he began to use it against her it became irking.

“What of it is that I don’t like her! And the Lady Daenaera will never be my queen! There I said it!” He spat.

There it was the dragon poking it’s eye out the egg. Only She and her siblings were knowledgeable of Aegon’s hidden fire. While it was not often that they endured it; only they knew it had enough power to burn the Red Keep to ash and dust.

“Besides I know who my queen will be.” Baela perked her ears at this confession. A girl had finally captured her baby brothers gaze? She smiled at the thought. Taking his hands into hers she asked “Who’s the lady brother?”

Hoping whoever the lady was, it wasn’t Myrielle Peake. Gods there was no match worse for her brother than the Lady Turnip. Nothing but a plain country mouse.

Letting go of Baela’s hands Aegon spoke once more.

“Sister do you believe in dragon dreams?”

Where was this coming from? Baela wondered.

“Of course. Your grandfather was said to be a dreamer. And my cousin Helaena also had dreams. Though hers were always spoken in riddles and difficult to understand.” She could see the ease sinking back into his face, whatever he was going to say he felt comfortable to speak truthfully with her.

“I dreamed sister.” His eyes wide, with childlike wonder. “I dreamt my bride. In my dream I was a child again. About the age I was when mother was murdered.”

Leaning a bit closer as if to make sure no one heard in the empty room he continued with “In that dream I was standing on a cliff side on the banks of Dragonstone. When a little Jaehaerys; our uncles son came waddling in with a cloak far to big and long for him. He took it off and said ‘you’ll need this more than I’, it wasn’t until then that I realized the cloak had our sigil embroidered largely on it.”

Baela didn’t understand why was Jaehaerys in his dream? The boy had been long dead.

Unless… NO! This couldn’t be! Aegon meant Jaehaera Targaryen. Her blood was beginning boil.

“Aegon stop.”

The king shook his head. “You will listen because I will you too!” Putting a firm hand her shoulder.

“Jaehaera appeared suddenly just as tiny as I remembered her to be. With three baby dragons in her arms. I put the cloak around her shoulders Baela. Jaehaera is meant to be my wife.”

“Lord Julious informed us earlier in the week that Jaehaera has managed to hatch three dragons!” The former dragonrider’s eyes filled with dread.

Baela in all her years of studying books about the histories and mysteries of Old Valyria, never had she read anything about someone hatching three dragon eggs before.

Panic was beginning to swirl in her belly, The last green had three dragons. Babies still, but three nonetheless. That little insipid girl was able to pull off a miracle. A miracle that would one day grow. A miracle that if one day the Green Princess chose, could unleash upon Baela’s family; ending the war once and for all.

“Brother come to reason! Jaehaera should be dealt with quickly! Let go of these dragon dreams of marriage with her! Hell you don’t even like dragons!”

Aegon leaned back into his chair cockily sticking his chin out with a raised brow. Her heart began to ache. He looked so much like her father in this moment.

“ You may not like the idea of having her as your Queen, but you have to understand the advantages we will gain by bringing her back into the fold.”

Her hands trembled in anger.

Just as stubborn as his mother once was, that one. “Her kin proved to be lacking of loyalty and honor. How would you know if she doesn’t take after them?”

The kings amethyst eyes grew cold.

“I don’t know. I know nothing of Jaehaera Targaryen. Only the brief memories of when we were forced to be in each others presences.” He sighed. “I’ll never be able to defend the realm if she one day decides that the Seven Kingdoms are rightfully hers.”

Baela frowning at his words as he made his way to the window. She didn’t want to admit that he had a point. They stood no chance of an invasion. Not one where three dragons were on the opposing side.

She saw brother twirl his emerald ring. It was twinkling in the sunlight. Aegon looked at his sister once more.

“If we can’t win against our adversary, why not join them?” He said solemnly.

The Kings sister couldn’t think of anything else to say.

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