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[dragonbanexxi]

Soul of Bronze; Blood of Fire

Helaena Targaryen x OC Targaryen Royce

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

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

Chapter 21: Aemond

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

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

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

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

“I’ll fetch Maester Hugh”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You can let go now” Aemond says stoically.

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

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

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

“I don’t care”

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

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

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

“I’m sorry” the little prince whispers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The three princes cheer happily.

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

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

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

“Aye, I have little lad.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aemond and Lucerys glance at each other but look away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It was none other than Lord Ashton Redfort”

The Princelings both gasped like surprised maidens.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes thank you!” Lucerys agrees.

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

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

Thank you guys for all the support! I appreciate all of you! Comments are always welcomed!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[daenysthedreamer101]

HOTD Masterlist

General Masterlist

~ Daughter of Steel and Bronze (Targaryen!OC x Harwin Strong)

This is the story of Princess Daena Targaryen - daughter of the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen and Lady Rhea Royce. What role will she play in the impending doom of House Targaryen?

Follow along as she learns to navigate the complex life of the Red Keep, uncovers treacherous plots, falls victim to dangerous lies, and falls in love with the heir of Harrenhal.

Will she survive the Game of Thrones or perish as so many others did?

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Character profile

Prologue

Ch 1 - To King's Landing

Ch 2 - Claiming your birthright

Ch 3 - Dragonstone

Ch 4 - Blood of the Dragon

Ch 5 - Victory

Ch 6 - Gone with the Wind

Ch 7 - Loss of Innocence

Ch 8 - Crossroads

Ch 9 - Child no more

Ch 10 - Signs and Portents

Ch 11

To be continued...

Depictions of Daena

Pt 1

Pt 2

Pt 3

Pt 4

Character Introductions

Lady Amanda Royce

Ladies Joy and Hanna Strong

[targayrenss]

We Remember -Viserys Targaryen

pairing:Viserys Targaryen × Targaryen Oc

Content:Incest, Age-Gap

Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce if they managed to consummate their marriage, from that one time the twins Lyanna and Aemon Targaryen were born.

In their childhood, both twins were very loved by his parents, Daemon even tried to live healthy with his bronze dog so as not to fight in front of the children.

On his ninth name day, Daemon had to take his children to King's Landing, insisting that his children needed to learn about their dragons and his family.

Lyanna grew up with her cousin Rhaenyra who was only a year older than her, shortly after her arrival the hand of the king had to bring her daughter to the fortress to serve both as the lady of company of her

When the King decided to marry Alicent after Aemma Arryn's death, Lyanna and Rhaenyra began to have bad blood with the new queen.

Both avoiding her, Lyanna supported Rhaenyra for being angry with Alicent, she decided to betray her without caring a bit about her friendship.

But when the rumor about Rhaenyra and her father in Silk Street reached her, and days after her mother died mysteriously after her father's exile, it was breaking point for Lyanna.

She continued to feign friendship with Rhaenyra, comforting her when she was informed of her wedding to Laenor Velaryon, judging the queen together.

But Lyanna and Aemon have the perfect move to get back at Rhaenyra, and get Alicent Hightower off the board for once.

[hoplessartist]

Me drawing my house of dragons Oc with her father

Vs how i draw her with her mothers

i was playing around with the idea of "What id Daemon had a child with Rhea" and this is what came out ( absolutely self indulgent)

"It is said that what Prince Daemon lacked in affection in his relationship with Princess Alayse, was balanced by the care she received from her three mothers.

Apparently before her timely passing Lady Rhea was quite enamored with her little girl, so much so that she would bring her on horseback during her hunts while she was juste a babe.

The bond between Lady Laena and her stepdaughter is no secret to anyone. Despite her young age the lady took great care of the little princess as if she was hers, teaching her the way of a lady as well as picking an egg specifically for her when the princess was just four, and in exchange Princess Alayse looked after her younger stepsisters with love and protectiveness after the passing of Lady Laena.

Queen Rhaenyra walked in to the life of the princess when she was now a young woman in the bloom of youth, still this did nit prevent the two from growing close, more like peers than a mother and a daughter. Rhaynera was quick to recognize the potential of the Princess as dragon rider and strategist, keeping her close and entrusting her with great secrets than even Prince Daemon was not made aware off."

Princess Alayse Targaryen "The bronze dragon " "The head Collector."

[bronzefuryfic]

Bronze Fury

When the only child of Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce is brought to King's Landing to meet with the rest of her family, she finds herself caught in a crisis of succession. The Greens battle for her support... and her affections.

Chapter One: Runestone Remembers / Directory

The shepherds of the Vale report the dragon Sheepstealer has been sighted to the south of Runestone. Determined to please her family, 15-year-old Rhae Targaryen is ready to finally claim her birthright, or die trying.

Since she was a child, Rhae Targaryen bore the weight of vengeance for a house wronged. The words of her mother's house were "We Remember", and for what happened to her, House Royce would never forget. The ghost of their fallen matriarch haunted the face of her daughter. Despite her silver hair, the only child of Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce otherwise preserved the features of her mother.

Rhae would sometimes wonder if she looked any less like her mother, that the lords and ladies of Runestone might move on. Her uncles and cousins would promise her they'd have justice for Daemon's crimes, but these promises always seemed for someone else. While all of House Royce could remember Rhea Royce- her fury and her passion, her skill with a bow, her sharp wit- Rhae could not.

For all her frustration for her lack of remembrance, Rhae's heart still soared with each comparison.

"Your mother also favored a heavier bow when she was your age," her uncle would tell her. "Best to build the muscle. You'll have a far greater range than others will expect from a female archer."

Rhae would sometimes wonder if she looked any less like her mother, that the lords and ladies of Runestone might move on. Her uncles and cousins would promise her they'd have justice for Daemon's crimes, but these promises always seemed for someone else. While all of House Royce could remember Rhea Royce- her fury and her passion, her skill with a bow, her sharp wit- Rhae could not.

For all her frustration for her lack of remembrance, Rhae's heart still soared with each comparison."Your mother also favored a heavier bow when she was your age," her uncle would tell her. "Best to build the muscle. You'll have a far greater range than others will expect from a female archer."

"Lady Royce never had much patience for needlework either," lamented the Septa. "We'll have to have you start this piece again. That simply won't do..."

"A favorite of Rhea's, if I recall correctly," a cousin shared as Rhae pored over the historical accounts of Nymeria's travels. "Nymeria was a hero of hers."

Though she'd never know her mother, Rhae thought she would've liked her.

The subject of her father was an equally difficult one, but for a different reason. House Royce was sure to remind Rhae of her father's crimes near-daily. Her mother was said to have been thrown from her horse, her spine broken and skull caved. A senseless tragedy, as noted in the letters that came in the following weeks—most of which offered some line of inquiry about the new heir of Runestone's two-year-old hand. But nearly all neglected to comment on the true treachery that transpired.

Prince Daemon had returned to Runestone the day of his wife's death, and had scarcely stayed an hour before departing for the Red Keep. The Street of Silk was alive with whispers that night, rife with reports of Daemon's celebration. He was finally rid of his bronze bitch.

Rhae was raised on the story of her Uncle Gerold confronting Daemon at King's Landing and accusing him of murder. She was told how her father merely laughed, and said that as Rhea Royce's husband, Runestone should pass to him now. Daemon never made good on the threat, but nothing came of Ser Gerold's accusations either. During this time, only the Hightowers extended a hand. Ser Otto alone dared to acknowledge Rhea's murder in his communications with Ser Gerold. It was a small solace.

Rhae resented and feared the rogue prince accordingly. There was little incentive for any other conclusion—she could not remember Daemon either. Images of his face were only her imagination.

But resenting him did nothing to change her heritage. Rhae was the only person bearing the Targaryen name in all the Vale. She was easily spotted everywhere she went for her silver hair. Just as the vestiges of her mother haunted her, so did her father.

Her position was thus a precarious one. She was the heir to Runestone, but shared the name of the butcher who'd killed her predecessor. To some, to have a Targaryen sit the ancestral seat of House Royce was a great insult. As she was a woman, an engagement could easily remedy this slight, but there were those in Runestone that recognized the power in her name. If a Targaryen were to champion House Royce, their house may know glory like it hadn't seen in years. While the Bronze Kings were a proud lot, they would be foolish to deny the potential of the dragon before them.

That was, of course, if the young Targaryen had a dragon. Forgotten in the Vale, Rhae suffered from a lack of resources. She knew little of Old Valayria and its teachings. Daemon had never disowned his eldest daughter, but he'd never extended a hand to her either. It was as though she didn't exist, even as obvious as it may be she was a trueborn Targaryen. What House Royce remembers, the House of the Dragon forgets.

Questions of her place plagued Rhae through her youth. For all her love of House Royce, she carried a hollowness in her heart. She'd never known love without grief.

"They have denied us justice for your mother's murder for many years, Rhae," Gerold told her as they walked the courtyard. "And perhaps we'll be denied forever, if not for you. If Daemon were to return for Runestone, as he's promised, we will be at the mercy of his dragon."

"I cannot control his dragon," Rhae replied. An involuntary tug of her lip turns her mouth into a frown. Few things could stop a dragon, and Caraxes and his rider were as vicious as they came.

"Not his," Ser Gerold mused, offering a rare smile. He did not seem to hold his usual temperament. Rather than grave and serious, Ser Gerold's voice carried a hint of eagerness. For what, Rhae couldn't be certain. They'd had this conversation a thousand times in the 13 years since Rhea's murder. "We know little of dragons here, but even this we are certain. Dragons are loyal creatures, even if their riders are not."

Rhae pursed her lips and looked away. Last she'd heard, Daemon had travelled to the Free Cities some months ago with his new wife and children after a years-long stay in Driftmark. Rhae had spent many nights wondering if he might do something horrid to them as well, but all the news seemed to point to the contrary. Having won his battle in the Stepstones, and ridding himself of his first wife, Prince Daemon seemed to have retired to a life of a lavish lord. More than that, he seemed more than willing to share this life with Laena Velaryon and their children together. Rhae's father seemed no stranger to loyalty, even if it wasn't to her.

"There have been reports of a dragon migrating north from Dragonstone," Gerold continued, stopping Rhae in her tracks. "Myself and the maesters believe it might be a sign."

"I'm up for the task."

Gerold chuckled and turned, having gone a few paces past her.

"I suspected you might say that," He said, surveying her with pride. "I've had scouts tracking the beast's movements for some time now. We believe it's settled in a cavern on our Southern coast."

"And you've waited until now to tell me?"

"We wanted to be certain," Ser Gerold said, raising a hand defensively. "Furthermore, we'd hoped you might learn more from King Viserys before taking on such a task. Has the King responded to your letters?"

Rhae flushed. At her uncle's behest, she'd been attempting to appeal to the King's supposed love of family and Valaryian history. Ser Gerold even instructed her to express contempt for House Royce and show a longing to reconnect with her Targaryen roots. Rhae thought this piece was her most convincing. She hadn't expected an invitation to King's Landing by any means, but she'd hoped at least for a book or two. So far, even that was too much to ask.

"No."

Ser Gerold's brow furrowed, and Rhae knew this meant disappointment.

"I don't need a letter or a book or a blessing from the king to claim what is mine!" She insisted, clenching her fists. She'd do anything to ease the constant shame that hung so heavily over her. "Just because they refuse to see me as part of their house, doesn't mean I don't share their blood! It is my birthright to claim a dragon. You too must not deny me this!"

Ser Gerold held her gaze a long while, before finally relinquishing with a curt nod.

"Very well, Lady Rhae."

And without waiting for dismissal, Rhae took off to prepare her things.

Rhae, Ser Gerold, and thirty of their best men set out the next morning for Gull Town. The journey took three days of riding, but Rhae did not mind. Away from the castle, on her way to claim a dragon... The change was welcome.

Rhae was accustomed to whispers as she passed, but on this journey, the guards were sure to give her plenty space. She suspected this might be on her uncle's order—He had been oddly distant with her since they last spoke. He communicated to her only in scout updates and affirming nods from across the campsite. Rhae wondered what he was thinking.

Scouts reported they were tracking Sheepstealer, a wild dragon of about forty years of age. According to Ser Gerold, Sheepstealer did not harm shepherds. While it was not clear what compelled him to come so far north, the dragon seemed to behave in all manners expected from its name. Farmers have reported over two dozen sheep stolen in the last few days alone.

They planned for Rhae to deliver a sheep to the dragon before attempting to ride it. While Sheepstealer did not hunt humans, there was no way to determine his reaction to being approached. If things turned deadly, Rhae was to fall back to the treeline immediately. Archers would cover her retreat, and with any luck, Sheepstealer would leave after losing sight of them.

"Not that I have any doubts you will claim this dragon," Ser Gerold added after their meeting. "You are Targaryen; the dragon will obey your command."

Rhae willed herself to believe the same.

On the second night of their journey, a scout reported he had seen Sheepstealer just a mile westward. The camp grounds held an uneasy silence that night, every knight and guard nervous to fall asleep with a dragon so close by. In the morning, they would deliver Rhae to the sight on foot, to avoid detection and possibly frightening the beast.

Rhae too stayed up late, feeding on the anxieties of the rest of the campsite. She tossed and turned in her make-shift bed.

Perhaps she wasn't ready to tame a dragon. She'd never so much as seen one before! If she failed to tame Sheepstealer, what would come of her house's hope for justice? Would she become exiled from them too? Rhae thought she might prefer Sheepstealer eat her before facing that future.

In the morning, Ser Gerold maintained his stiff silence towards his niece. The whole walk, Rhae hoped he might say something. When they first heard Sheepstealer's roar, he did not look her way. As the archers got into position, Ser Gerold busied himself with a loose strap on his armor. It wasn't until her uncle pressed the sheep's lead into Rhae's hand, still dodging her gaze, that she found the courage to break the silence herself.

"I don't mean to alarm you, uncle, but I think you have grown twice as gray as when we started this trip."

Ser Gerold looked as though Rhae had smacked him across the face, then let out a wild bark of laughter. The guards behind him flinched at the sudden noise, eyes still trained on Sheepstealer, and Ser Gerold instantly bit his knuckle.

"Apologies," he whispered, leaning in as tears stung his eyes. He was still chuckling softly. "You are so extraordinarily like your mother."

"So I've heard," Rhae mustered.

"I'm sorry, Rhae," Ser Gerold clasped her shoulders, gaining his composure. Sheepstealer trilled from the field, but Ser Gerold did not take his eyes off her. "I have acted cowardly. House Royce has little business with dragons. I must admit, this pending task frightens me more than any I've had before."

"Fear not, Uncle," Rhae managed half a smile. "I'm the one carrying his favorite snack."

"That is the part that frightens me most." Before Rhae could reply, Ser Gerold pulled her into a tight embrace. A lump formed in her throat as her arms wrapped around his torso.

Lead in hand, Rhae steps out of the brush into the field. The ocean breeze blowing in from over the cliff edge whips her silver hair, and she quickly spots Sheepstealer lounging by the cliff face. She turns to see her Uncle Gerold one last time, and he gives her a final, grim nod.

You've got this.

Heart thumping in her chest, Rhae marched the sheep across the field. It was much farther away from the treeline than she would've preferred. As she drew near, Sheepstealer lifted his scaly head to watch her. To Rhae's surprise, he was actually smaller than she had imagined. Rhae wondered for a moment whether she'd merely imagined dragons to be too big. She straightened her spine—he wasn't so scary.

Sheepsteeler scales were a dark muddy brown, making it difficult to distinguish his features. He was a dark, lean mass save for orange eyes that seemed to glow like embers. The sheep Rhae escorted tugged at the rope, resisting her lead. The dragon trilled once more, eyes narrowing on its squirming meal.

Rhae held her ground as Sheepstealer pushed himself up further, baring his teeth. After a moment, when nothing else happened, Rhae gave a tug of the leash and dragged the struggling sheep closer.

"Serve me, Sheepstealer." Rhae said, locking eyes with the beast before her. His snout flared slightly. "By the power of Old Valyria, heed my words."

Rhae was uncertain that the dragon could understand her—his attention seemed torn between her and the offering she brought along.

It won't work, Rhae thought fearfully. But she couldn't return without a dragon. Sheepstealer would listen to her—He had to.

Now within biting distance of the dragon, Rhae slackened her grip of the sheep's lead. It at least seemed a good sign Sheepstealer had not struck yet.

The moment of truth was approaching. The sheep would run, and the dragon would feast. Then, if she still had her wits, Rhae would mount his back. She tried not to dwell on the fact that she wasn't sure what to do then, either.

Rhae let the rope fall to the ground with a soft thump, and the sheep set off at a brisk trot, its lead trailing behind it. Sheepstealer was now raised on all fours, watching its prey flee with alarming excitement.

"My gift to you, Sheepstealer."

With a roar of delight, the dragon did not waste a second longer to open his maw and expel a shot of flames. Even though the blast was not aimed at her, Rhae gasped at the intensity of the dragon's breath from where she stood. Startled, she leapt backwards to distance herself from the wave of heat. In doing so, her foot snagged on a rock.

Rhae cursed loudly, swinging her arms wildly for balance. She knew her mistake instantly—she should've allowed herself to fall. Sheepstealer may have tolerated Rhae's presence so far, but tolerance was not the same as trust. The sudden noise and large movements surprised the dragon, which defensively spun on her in an instant. His neck coiled back, eyes turning to slits. Another blast seemed to building in his throat...

"Serve me, Sheepstealer!" Rhae cried forcefully. "I wish you no harm! Stand down! Obey!"

Rhae could've sworn she saw the glow within his gullet dim, but control was already lost. At the edge of the wood, Ser Gerold had charged the open field the moment the dragon turned on Rhae. Dutifully, a small band of knights followed quickly behind. They let out a cry, drawing Sheepstealer's attention.

With a roar and a powerful flap of his wings, Sheepstealer was airborne.

"RHAE! RETREAT!"

Shit shit shit shit shit shit!

Rhae made her way hurriedly across the field, sprinting past the smouldering, forgotten sheep she'd brought as an offering. Within moments, Sheepstealer had crossed the field and was descending upon the guards. A volley of arrows loosed as the knights threw their shields up.

Sheepstealer roared in outrage, lashing his spiked tail dangerously. One body went soaring through the air, landing with a sickening crack in the ground thirty feet away. Rhae's heart seized as she sprinted harder for the wood.

"Fire!"

Another volley of arrows loosed, with several lodging in the dragon's throat. They didn't seem deep enough for any substantial damage, but Sheepstealer still cried defiantly, shaking them free.

Rhae was closer now, and could see Ser Gerold slashing with his sword. She sucked what air she could into her lungs and cried out once more.

"Stop this attack! Stop!"

Now caught up, Rhae dodged as Sheepstealer gave another deadly whip with his tail. It came down hard beside her uncle, who fell to the ground with a painful grunt. Before she could make her way to him, another knight had grabbed her firmly around the waist and was dragging her to cover.

"NO! Sheepstealer, stop! Unhand me!"

Rhae wrestled herself from his grip and ran to her uncle, ignoring the danger. A roar filled the air as another volley loosed—the men were panicking. Sheepstealer incinerated the arrows as they flew closer, thrashing his head. Rhae heard muffled shouts over the ringing that now filled her ears.

A blinding pain consumed her left side, the same wave of heat from before colliding even closer to where she stood. Rhae fought to keep her eyes open, struggling to focus on her own smouldering arm. Her skin bubbled and boiled, looking red and angry. Through the haze and smoke, she saw Sheepstealer rise once more.

"Ser... Gerold" she gasped. She had fallen to her knees, trying to hold herself up with her uninjured right arm. Her Uncle was badly hurt. With one knee bent at an odd angle, and an arrow protruding from his gut, Ser Gerold Royce lay gasping for breath in the dirt. He too suffered from sickly burns. Rhae watched in horror as his armor seemed to mold to his skin.

Ser Gerold writhed on the ground, crying in anguish from his injuries. As Sheepstealer soared off over the ocean, the remaining guard came out from their cover.

"We need a healer!" someone called. Rhae was loosing conscious rapidly, but she was vaguely aware of someone attempting to move her.

"Uncle..."

Rhae did not remember her travels back to Runestone, having been heavily sedated on the milk of the poppy. It was later, while she recovered in the castle, that the Maesters finally filled her in.

During her third bandaging, she'd finally become lucid enough to understand their story. She was told that they'd only lost seven men of the thirty they brought—a "miracle". In addition, only she and two others received any long-lasting injury.

"And Ser Gerold? Which of these is he?" she demanded of the Maesters once she had found her voice. They bowed their heads, confirming her fears.

"I apologize, Lady Rhae," the eldest of them, Maester Willem, stepped forward. "They said Ser Gerold did not survive the return to camp."

Rhae let loose a throaty sob, wishing they'd leave. She could not shout at them in this state, and so allowed them to proceed with applying burn creams to her charred arm.

"Your injury will take time to heal, but it thankfully has not become infected," Willem continued, once her labored sobs gave way to sniffles. "It is likely the scar tissue will affect mobility at your shoulder and elbow joint, but we hope it'll be mostly functional within a few months."

Rhae would give both arms to have Ser Gerold returned to her—none at Runestone advocated for the heir as devoutly as her Uncle.

"Any other news?" She asked meekly as they re-bandaged her arm. She prayed for none.

The Maesters exchanged nervous glances before Willem brought forth a letter from a pocket deep in his robes.

"One last thing, if you're up for it..." She wasn't. "It arrived shortly after you left."

Grunting, Rhae leaned forward in her bed, reaching for the scroll. She broke the seal and flattened it one-handed on her bedsheets. As soon as she read it, she read it over again. Then a third time, just to be sure.

"Is this truly from the Queen?"

"It came with all the royal seals, my lady."

"She says..." Rhae's voice faltered once more. "She says that the Crown regrets our estrangement."

"This is good news, is it not?"

Rhae couldn't say. Ser Gerold had ruled Runestone in her stead all these years. Rhae had originally ascended at 2, but now at 15 it would be appropriate for her to sit the seat herself. That was, if anyone else from House Royce still trusted her after this latest tragedy. She could already hear the whispers in the hall. Rhae had been tasked with bringing justice, but all she brought was more death and more destruction.

Rhae reread the letter a fourth time, ignoring the Maester's question.

"The King grows ill." She continued. "And has expressed a desire to reconnect with family after so many years apart." Did it count as reconnecting if they'd never met? "The Queen says she would like to host me in King's Landing, to learn the ancient traditions of my House." A bit late for that, it seemed. "She mentions her daughter Haelena is my age, and her sons are close to it. It's her sincerest hope that we might still be friends..."

Rhae trailed off, reading the letter a fifth time. Rage brewed in her stomach. What good was such an offer now that Ser Gerold was dead? The Maesters watched her closely.

"If I may offer some advice," Maester Willem said at last. "I know you bear no love for your Targaryen family members, but you're scarcely the only one to feel that way... if you're to believe the gossip of lords and ladies, that is."

"Which lords and ladies?"

Maester Willem eyed her closely. "The Hightowers have long held contempt for your father, just as the Royces have. I think it notable that your response came from the Queen, and not the King."

Rhae allowed his words to sink in, trying to ignore how itchy and sore her arm felt beneath its wrappings. Ser Gerold's cries of anguish still rang in her ear.

What had it been for?

"Fetch me some parchment, Maester," Rhae groaned as she sat straightened in her bed. She may be without her own dragon, but she could still align herself with their firepower. Best yet, she could do so while granting House Royce a reprieve from her presence. "And put away the poppy. I've had plenty."

The Maesters bustled at her orders. There was still a matter of finding someone to warm her seat in her absence, and she would need time to recover before she traveled. A necessary delay, though plenty frustrating...

"Prepare our fastest raven," Rhae continued, dipping her quill. "I'll have my response sent as soon as I'm done with it."

She may not remember Rhea, as the rest of House Royce did, but the sight of Ser Gerold's mangled corpse was not something she'd soon forget.

Next Chapter: Ch. 2 - To King's Landing

After suffering a great loss, Rhae is summoned to King’s Landing to meet her estranged Targaryen family members. Far from home and alone in the dragon’s den, it is up to her to determine friend from foe. 

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Thanks for reading!

[thatwashhingmashine]

A Fitting name..

Although her mother denied it, Maegora Targaryen knew she was not meant to be born and the evidence of it was in her name.

Concieved in a drunken night by Lady Rhea Royce and Prince Daemon Targaryen, her mother despised her the moment she realized Daemon's child was growing on her belly and no matter how hard she tried or how many moon tea she drank, she couln't get rid of it.

The day of her birth was even worse, as the fruit of her union with Daemon was now existing and she was sure the little loinfruit would grow up to be just like her father, if not worse. So she came up with a name fitting for the occasion: Maegora, the female version of the name of the usurper that just a few decades ago had terrorized the seven kingdoms.

When prince Daemon found out, he was livid. He and Lady Rhea spent hours screaming on their chambers, before the first stormed out and flew away from Runestone. Since that day, Maegora would see her father intermittently through the years, Always with a new gift in his hands for her. While her mother teached her archery, her father teached her how to ride a dragon, and even helped her to bond with Vermithor, the bronze fury.

Years passed and while her father was away fighting on the stepstones, Lady Rhea suffered an accident while hawking, and died from a head injury. When her father came to claim runestone on her right, he was refused by the Lady Jeyne Arryn, who took her as her ward and forbid him from entering the vale

Now 23, Maegora traveled all the way to Dragonstone to meet his father’s new wife, Princess Rhaenyra, and her half-sisters by her father’s second wife: Baela and Rhaena. Unbeknownst to her, a threat rises upon them, one that will not allow her to be at peace for a long time.

[sugar-and-pearls]

"it was well known that the princess Helaena was fond (and some others would say more than fond) of her cousin and lady in waiting, Lady Megette. The two could aften be fond side by side and with matching jewellery.

Though dark of hair and dark of eyes, it can not be said that rouge prince's eldest daughter did not live up to her father's legacy. It is now common knowledge of how Lady Megette stole into her lady's room and spirited away Princess Helaena in the dead of night, the day before her wedding to her brother Aegon. Flying to Essos where they stated for a number of years. The two were only brought back to Westeros with the King's ailing health. Where the they reconnected with the oldest Velaryon prince, Jacaerys.

When again plans were make to marry Princess Helaena off to her elder brother, the two disappeared as if into thin air. It was only found out later on that the two fled to Dragonstone and both wedded in a Valyrian ceremony to Prince Jacaerys.

When asked all the Prince was quoted to have said was, "Many people are lucky to have found one great love in their life. How fortunate then am I to have found two"

-An excerpt from “Fire and Blood,” by Archmaester Gyldayn:

Art done by the lovely @murmel-malt, if your interested I would highly recommend looking at her page.

[the-flower-named-fire]

Specific Trope of the Day

The most interesting family's ocs (ocs that are related to other characters) are the children-that-could-have-been-born-or-survived

Like Petyr and Lysa's child, Cersei's black-haired firstborn, Clegane's baby sister, Rhaenyra's daughter, even Rhea Royce and Daemon's children.

Perhaps a couple with a (forbidden? ex? legendary?) romance and no canon kids

Or maybe children that died early like Rhaenys and Aegon or Elurin and Elured.

Or Princess Anastacia or the two Princes in the Tower

[playlistashton]

The children of Daemon Targaryen (a daughter or a bastard)

With Rhea Rhoyce (wife)

Oswin Sharra

With Willow (mistresses) With Tysh

Daena Gaemond

With Rhaenyra Targaryen (wife)

Alyssa Jaehaera

Index

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

Please tell me what Untitled modern!AU Myranda & Daemon Thing - Who is Myranda??

The Post In Question

So, it's very silly & it's just a one-shot I'm in the planning stages of rn (thanks to a fun little scenario suggested by @emilykaldwen). The modern AU I have for my HOTD fic is very unserious & way, way less angsty because Daemon & Rhea got a divorce instead of him killing her; so he's kind of still in the lives of his kids by her, & Myranda is one of his grandkids (by way of my Roycegaryen OC: Yorick).

It has become a running joke in mine & Nat's DMs that Myranda is his favorite grandkid due to her being a little menace on purpose. So the planned oneshot is just vibey, me being nice to that man fluff where Daemon is Myranda's emergency contact when she needs to get picked up from Baby's First Teenage Party because she knows he won't get her in trouble for having snuck out/will cover for her. Becasue, dammit, I deserve to write something fluffy sometimes.

[dragonbanexxi]

Soul of Bronze; Blood of Fire

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

Helaena Targaryen x OC Targaryen Royce

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

Chapter 16: Rhaegar Driftmark PT. 3

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

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

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

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

“They attacked me!” Aemond responds.

“He attacked Baela!” Jacaerys yells back.

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

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

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

“Enough” he says a little louder.

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

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

“SILENCE!” Viserys roars.

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

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

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

“It was a regrettably accident” Rhaenyra counters back.

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

Aegon and Rhaegar share a look of reluctance.

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

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

“What insults?” The King asks his daughter.

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

“what?”

“He called us bastards” Jacaerys says quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

“Aemond I asked you a question”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It was Aegon” Aemond murmurs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The turns back to face his distressed wife.

“I know Alicent but I cannot restore his eye”

“no because it’s been taken”

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

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

Murmurs and whispers breaking through great hall in panic.

“My dear wife”

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

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

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

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

Rhaegar sees the White Cloak hesitate.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nephew-“

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

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

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

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

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

The kings begins to exit once more.

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

With a shocking speed her grace unsheathed her husbands dagger.

“ALICENT” the kings yells.

“Hold your ground!” The Lord Commander yells.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Comments are always welcome!! ❤️

[daenysthedreamer101]

Daughter of Steel and Bronze ~ HOTD

Prologue

HOTD x Targaryen!OC, evenutal Targaryen!OC x Harwin Strong

Word count: 400

"In the year 97, Queen Alysanne betrothed her grandson, Prince Daemon, to Lady Rhea Royce who was the heiress to Runestone. Begrudgingly, the young prince who was then 16, agreed. Rhea herself was only 15. There was no love between the two. Daemon found the Vale boring, his lady wife included. Still, they did their marital duty. Half a year later, in the early months of 98 AC, lady Rhea discovered she was with child. To everyone's surprise, the Prince was delighted. Most delighted of all was the Good Queen Alysanne. Just a year prior, her granddaughter Aemma Arryn delivered a baby girl, Rhaenyra. Another great-grandchild was on the way and it warmed the heart of the Good Queen." 

("Fire & Blood, Being a History of the Targaryen Kings of Westeros" by Archmaester Gyldayn)

~

In the high mountains of the Vale, in the early hours of the sixth day of the tenth month of 98 AC, Lady Rhea began her labors. After several discussions, it was decided that she would give birth at Runestone. Lady Rhea wasn't fond of how busy and packed the Red Keep seemed to be. She wanted to give birth in the comfort of her own home. And so she did. 

After many hours, the child was born. It was a girl. A healthy babe, with strong lungs and an even stronger appetite, the girl was named Daena. Some at court speculated that Daemon named the girl after himself, but Rhea claimed that her daughter was named in honor of the late Princess Daella, who was the wife of Lord Rodrick Arryn and the Lady of the Vale. Either way, after the news of Daena's birth reached the Old King and his Good Queen, the bells of the Great Sept in King's Landing rang for an entire day. 

The young lady Rhea adored her daughter. She fed the child at her own breast and refused a wet nurse. As would be expected, the little girl took after her father and had the traditional Valyrian features of House Targaryen - pale lilac eyes and silver-gold hair. The father, Prince Daemon, was also smitten by his daughter. 

"Ñuha zaldrītsos", the Prince whispered in High Valyrian as he rocked the newborn in his arms.

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High Valyrian:

Ñuha zaldrītsos - My little dragon

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Here it is! My first HOTD fanfic! This is obviously just the prologue and it is quite short, but I enjoy it. I also plan on writing other HOTD/GOT fanfics as well, but I will do one series at a time.

Hope you liked it, and thanks for reading! ❤❤❤

If you have any opinions feel free to comment!

P. S.

It has come to my attention that there was another hotd fanfic with the same name as mine with the premise of a Daemon/Rhea child (Bronze Fury). Out of respect for the author, the fact that it come out way before mine and cause I genuinely don't want any problems I changed the name of my fic.

Again I'd like to thank the person who notified me, @vampbuzz11 you're a real one. ❤

[darkestspring]

Hi can you make a part 2 please for daemon when he finds out about his daughter with Reya Royce I hope I spelled her name right love your writing ❤️

From the moment Daemon knew about Diana Targaryen-Royce, he knew she was his daughter. Her silver-white hair and amethyst eyes were all him but nothing else was. The way she looked at him, devoid of every good emotion, was testament of who her mother was.

The tables were now turned, Diana could recall a moment where she prayed and wished for her father's affection and attention. She wanted for him to come back and teach her how to use a sword, to teach her all the things she wanted to learn but it wasn't him there as she fell sick from grief after her mother's funeral. He had never been there.

And now, it was him who begged for her affection but she had none to spare.

Diana always imagined this moment with more blood, with her sword swinging at his head but she'd settle for emotional damage. She'd settle for waiting a little longer to have his head.

Poison dripped from the Targaryen's princess' honeyed tongue as she practically spat out the next words. "You fool."

Amethyst eyes practically glowed as Diana glared down at the desperate figure of her so-called father. It was desperation that brought him to his knees and she didn't care.

"There was never a moment I considered you my father."

She turned away from the figure of the man she despised the most in the world and walked her own path.

[elleinmotion]

start from the beginning / latest chapter (Ch. 26: A Highly Pleasant Hello)

updated 8.29.2023

W.I.P.

rating: explicit 

word count:  220,006

The smallfolk had a saying: ‘Royce brides meet a cold end when they take a dragon lord to wed.’

[murmel-malt]

For the ask game Hedaera with number 2? and/or Rowan with number 9?

Thank you, Anon! ❤️

2. What is something your character is deeply passionate about, and how does it drive their goals and motivations?

Hedaera is very passionate about her childrens’ (and especially her daughters’) wellbeing and safety. It’s what guides most of her actions. She will go toe to toe with Viserys and really anyone who opposes her goal to ensure her daughters will never feel as help- and powerless as she has felt. It is why she insists on Rhaenyra and Daenys having a say in choosing their future husband and why she is generally very supportive of their interests.

9. What is your character's moral compass? What principles or values do they hold dear?

Rowan normally is a stickler to the rules. Not because she necessarily believes them to be right and infallible but because she understands that this is the world she lives in and that as a woman ruling in her own right, she will be much more heavily scrutinised than her fellow Lords. She doesn’t like it but she will not give anyone the slightest opening to use her to paint women as less capable rulers. Many of her principles are in response to her father’s behaviour and her refusing to stoop to his level, thus she generally disapproves of excessive and unnecessary violence and disrespectful behaviour of any kind. And while she amends some principles throughout her life and the Dance, she still holds on to others to keep from becoming like her father.

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❝betrothed as children barely past their twelfth namedays, saella targaryen and royce baratheon were wed at sixteen in an elaborate ceremony overlooking the cliffs of storms end. the marraige would last for almost three decades, during which the couple moved their family to king’s landing in support of saella’s eldest brother, king viserys. ever a dutiful pair, they were often seen in court together when royce wasn’t called away to the stormlands. saella would bare royce two children, aeryn and juliana, although controversy would follow their offspring as it did the entirety of saella’s house at the time. 

many in kings landing yearned for a match the likes of that between the future lord and lady of storms end, the two of them affectionate and unwaveringly loyal at any and all appearances. rumours of a rift in the family swirled though when royce failed to publicly declare his first born son, aeryn, as his heir in the wake of borros baratheon’s crowning as lord of storms end. 

some years later during the dance of the dragons, it is said that royce betrayed his lady wife and pledged his allegiance to the usurper king along with his daughter, juliana; reports of his bloodied corpse scattered in the dragonstone courtyard, gut sliced open by prince daemon targaryen in retaliation for the attempted poisoning of his sister, only fed fuel to the fire. saella all-but confirmed the allegations when she and her son flew to storms end atop their she-dragons, silverwing and tyraxes, and near burned the keep to the ground. serving girls in dragonstone castle disputed the claims though, describing a poison-addled saella sobbing over the cooling corpse of her husband.❞