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Chapter 1

The Gods looked while the world was destroyed, the white walkers tearing through the only few people left. They had all worked so hard, working for years so that the prince who was promised would have every single gift needed to defeat the dead. But the dragons’ death had left the prince severely unprepared for the coming fight. Even after the gods had intervened and gave Daenerys Targaryen three dragons, it had not been enough. She had not met the promised prince until it was too late. The dance of the dragons had caused everything to go wrong and caused the death of humanity. 

“This is not good.”  Arrax ignored Shrykos, not wanting to admit what he was seeing, he should have known his sister would not give up.  “We are getting weaker and I do not think we will be able to recover after this.”

“I am aware.”  They had been growing weaker for years and this would be devastating for them. Losing one of their worlds will have serious consequences.

“What are we supposed to do now?”  This time it was Vermax who asked. 

“We should go to war with those abominable creatures.”  Vhagar glared at all the gods in the pantheon. As the Goddess of war, she refused to admit defeat so easily. 

“You know we cannot intervene directly.”  Tyraxes was always the voice of reason, not wanting things to get worse than they already were.  “Every time we intervene with the mortal world in person horrible things happen.”

“The world is ending either way.”  Balerion glared at Tyraxes, his head aching due to the number of souls being forced into the underworld before their time.  “What else could go wrong?”

“Should I remind you of the Doom of Valyria?”  Gaelithox snapped.  “I do not think we should make a bad situation even worse.”

Arrax hated this, all this death and chaos. The last time this had happened was during the Doom of Valyria, but they had been able to save several of the families that were needed to save the world. The most important one had been the Targaryens, the last dragon riders. The Fourteen Flames and the old gods had created fourteen different worlds, they were supposed to be mirrors of each other. Four of the worlds had already perished due to the issue this current world had, the death of dragons had devastated all their plans. The Targaryen dynasty had been obliterated and now the world was defenseless. They could not lose another world, they were already weak, if they could not save this world they would be defenseless and then all the worlds would perish. 

“What if we intervened without having to do it in person?”  Arrax lifted his head as he frowned at Tessarion. The room had gone quiet at the goddess' words, she had everyone’s attention.  “We could send two important Targaryens back in time, two people that can change the course of history and make others listen. The two people whose death caused the end of the dragons.”

“You want us to revive Rhaenyra and Daemon and send them back in time?”  Aegarax frowned. 

“No,”  Tessarion shook her head.  “We take Daemon and Rhaenyra from one of the surviving worlds and send them back in time before this world was destroyed, have them fix what went wrong.”

“Yes, but the Daemon and Rhaenyra from the surviving worlds do not know what took place in the worlds that perished.”  Arrax shook his head.  “How can they fix something that they are not aware of?”

“We give them the knowledge.”  Tessarion shrugged as if the solution was obvious.  “We can provide them with the knowledge of what took place. Give them directions on what to do.”

“That is not a horrible idea.”  The more he thought about it the more Arrax liked the idea, if they had a chance to save this world they should take it.  “Are we all in agreement?”

“Yes.”  All fourteen gods answered at the same time. 

“How far back should we send them?”  Gaelithox asked.

“Should we send them back before Viserys wed Alicent?”  Asked Caraxes. 

“No,”  Arrax shook his head, he knew that would not be enough. The Hightowers were not the only ones they had to worry about.  “They will go farther back. Let us send them back to the beginning.”

Arrax was aware that something like what they were planning would require most of the power they had left. But if they did not do this, if this plan did not succeed then everything would be destroyed. This was a chance they all had to take. 

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100 A.C.

Daemon stomped out of the tent, annoyed at his grandsire, his brother, his father, and especially his grandmother. The worst part was that he felt bad about being angry at his grandmother because she had passed away a moon before and he missed her. He had always loved and respected his grandmother, she was a loving woman and an excellent queen. He still did not understand how she had condemned him to this awful life, wed to a woman he could not stand. Rhea Royce was the bane of his existence and he wished he could kill her without causing any problems for his grandsire and his father. He had been wed for three years and the marriage was still not consummated, and he did not see how it would be consummated in the near future. He did not want the life he had now, he did not want to be tied to that horrible woman for the rest of his life. 

“Kepus!”  A smile covered his face as his small niece ran towards him at full speed, a maid running behind her attempting to catch the small child. Daemon went down to his haunches and opened his arms wide, catching the squealing girl, and stood up, throwing her in the air and catching her.  “I missed you. Why do you not come to see me?”

“Well, little dragon, I have been busy, but I have missed you very much also.”  Rhaenyra was the one thing in his life that brought him the most joy. He had adored the little girl since the moment she had been placed in his arms. There was nothing he loved more than making her happy.  “Are you enjoying the hunt?”

“Kepa said I cannot hunt.”  Her annoyed face made him chuckle, she did not enjoy being told no, not that it happened often.  “Can you take me?”

“No, your kepa will be upset with me.”  Her bottom lip stuck out and he could not help but laugh, she knew how to manipulate people to get what she wanted.  “But we can go and get some cake.”

Her face brightened immediately at the mention of cake, which was one of her favorite things. Daemon dismissed the maid before walking towards one of the far tents, he did not want to see his brother again. Viserys believed that he could tell Daemon what to do just because he was the eldest and because he was in a happy marriage. Daemon was happy that his brother was so in love with his wife and that they had a beautiful child, but that did not mean Daemon wanted to hear his nagging about how he was neglecting his duty. He already got that enough from his grandsire. 

Daemon entered the tent and sat down, setting Rhaenyra on his lap before handing her one of the honey cakes that had been placed on the table. He ran his hand over her hair as she ate the small cake happily. 

“I knew she would be with you.” Daemon looked up to see his father standing close to them, an amused smile on his face. “Aemma was worried when she could not find her.”

“She found me when I was out for a walk.” Daemon kissed the top of her head before looking up at his father. “She wanted to go hunting, but we came to a compromise.”

“Well, that is good.” Baelon’s face was indulgent as he looked at Daemon. “I do not think Viserys and Aemma would be happy if you took their small troublemaker hunting.” 

Rhaenyra looked up at Baelon, giving him a smile and Daemon watched as his father chuckled, looking at the little girl, whose face was covered in cake. His father convinced Rhaenyra to play with one of the maids in the farthest corner of the tent before sitting down next to Daemon. 

“I hope you know your brother did not mean anything by what he said.” Daemon tensed but did not say anything. “I have spoken to him and advised him to keep his opinions to himself.”

“I hate that he believes that he can tell me what to do.” Daemon shook his head. “I already get enough scolding from grandsire, I do not see why I have to get it from Viserys also.”

“I am sorry.” His father put a hand on his shoulder. “But I would like to know what you have against your wife. She has always been perfectly polite the few times she has spoken to me.”

“I hate her, and she hates me. She is cold and not who I would have chosen to be my wife.” He was frustrated because no one attempted to see things from his point of view. “You got to pick your wife, Viserys was allowed to pick his wife and even Rhaenys was able to pick her husband. Why is it that I was forced to wed a woman I do not and will never love? Why was I not allowed to have a Valyrian bride, like everyone else?”

“I know my mother was harsh on you when she forced you to wed Rhea.” His father let out a sigh. “I love my mother, but she made a mistake in that respect.”

He was happy that his father understood what was happening, but there was nothing the spring prince could do. At least not until he became king. Daemon was hoping that his father would dissolve his marriage once he ascended to the throne. As of now, his father was his only hope, or he would have to kill his wife to be rid of her.

                                                                           Daemon  Targaryen (19 years old.)

                                                                          Rhaenyra Targaryen (3 years old.)

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Daemon was calmer after speaking to his father and spending some time with his niece. Now he just needed to stay away from his brother, his father and other lords would not appreciate it if he punched his brother in the face. He also did not want to worry his sister by law and his niece. The day was pleasant and he did not want to spend all his time stuck in a tent. This hunt had been set up to celebrate his grandsire’s name day, but Jaehaerys had not been feeling well and decided to stay in the Red Keep. Daemon knew that the truth was his grandsire missed his grandmother. Jaehaerys’s mood had changed completely since Queen Alyssane had passed, sadness seemed to consume the man. Daemon could not blame him, they had all been sad since his grandmother had passed. Even his father was not his usually easygoing self. 

Daemon was deep into the woods when there was a loud noise, it sounded like something had crashed. It was so loud that his horse was spooked, raising on his hind legs and almost throwing him. It took him a few minutes to calm down his horse, as he looked towards where the noise had come from, but could not see anything. He urged his horse forward as the animal fought him every step of the way, not wanting to approach what he seemed as dangerous. He saw some damage done to the trees and knew he was close. His horse continued to fight him until Daemon got tired of fighting with the animal and got off the horse, deciding to investigate what the problem was. 

He knew that people would come to investigate too. The noise had been loud enough that people back in camp would have heard it. He followed the path highlighted by damaged trees. The farther he moved the more damaged the trees became, he could tell something giant had come through here to be able to cause the damage it had. He moved through some brushes and came to a halt, his mouth falling open at the image in front of him. 

“Caraxes?” He could not help the wonder in his voice. 

The large red dragon in front of him was Caraxes, he would know his dragon anywhere. But this dragon looked larger, also older. The large dragon straightened up and shook himself, debris and dust falling off him. It appeared Caraxes had crashed into the trees, but Daemon was wondering what he was even doing here. He knew that his dragon was in the dragon pit, his father had not wanted any of them to bring their dragons to the hunt. 

“Daemon?” He turned to look at his father, who was looking at the large red dragon in shock. Baelon appeared confused, but then so was he. “Caraxes? What is he doing here and why does he look so different?”

“I do not know.” The dragon did not take his eyes away from either man, but he did not look aggressive. “He does not feel like he usually does. There is something different about him.”

“Yes, I can see that.” Baelon moved closer until he was standing next to Daemon. “He looks larger than he did yesterday. Dragons do not grow this much overnight.”

“Father! Daemon!” His brother appeared, walking through the brush and coming to a dead stop when he saw Caraxes. “What?”

“Do not ask.” Daemon shook his head before his brother could start. “We are just as confused as you are.”

“I believe I can help with that.” A voice from the left said. 

Daemon’s sword was out as he turned towards the man and his eyes widened until it felt like they would pop out of his head. His father and brother had also froze, not moving a muscle as they stared at the man standing there. Baelon looked at him, before looking back at the other man. It was shocking, nothing like this had ever happened. Baelon took a step closer to the other man.

“Daemon?” Baelon’s voice was unsure as he stared at the man who looked just like his son, except he was older. 

The man in front of them looked to be in his thirties, but there was no denying that he looked just like Daemon did. How was this possible? What was happening?

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Chapter 2

It felt like his head would explode at any moment, he was still attempting to process all the information the gods had forced into his brain. As of now, most things were a mumble inside his head, he could not make head or tail of what was happening. He and Rhaenyra had decided to go dragon riding for the day, happy to be spending a few days on Dragonstone and away from court life. There they could be free and do as they pleased without people whispering behind their backs. One moment they had been racing and the next they had been engulfed in a mist so thick they could touch it. Their dragons had spread their wings and glid through the air, the eeriness of the situation not affecting them. But then, it was said that dragons had a direct connection to the gods. 
When the voices had started whispering he had been alarmed and afraid for Rhaenyra. But after a few seconds, he could feel a calmness filling him as fourteen voices spoke as one. Things were still a bit confusing, but from what he could tell, the gods wanted him and Rhaenyra to fix something and save the world. Then memories of things that had never happened to him had slammed into his head, making him dizzy and his stomach roll. The last warning from the gods had been to fix things or everything would be lost. Before he and Rhaenyra could react there had been a bright flash and then they were falling. Neither Syrax nor Caraxes had been able to stay in the air. They were about to crash onto the ground when Caraxes was able to righten himself before hitting one of the trees. His dragon had taken to brunt of their fall but Daemon could tell he was not hurt. 
Daemon had fallen off Caraxes once the dragon hit the ground, but he was not badly hurt. His muscles ached and he had the biggest headache of his life, but he could not worry about that now. He needed to find his wife and make sure she was well. He had not seen where Syrax had fallen and he was not sure where he was. The gods had said they would be sent back in time but did not specify how far back they would go. Daemon stood up, using one of the trees for support, as he brought a hand to his head. That was when he heard the voices, that seemed to be coming from the direction Caraxes was, he needed to make sure his dragon would not hurt anyone. He did not know what could happen if Caraxes killed someone who was not supposed to die. 
Daemon moved closer to the voices, then one of the voices made him stop in his tracks and his eyes filled with tears. He had not heard that voice in so long, he had almost forgotten what it sounded like. Then he was moving fast, wanting to make sure he was not dreaming and his eyes widened when he saw his father. There was no mistaking it, his father was standing a few feet away from him. Baelon looked strong, still in his prime and all Daemon wanted to do was hug the man. It took him a few minutes to notice that the man standing next to his father was himself, or a younger version of himself. He appeared to be young, maybe nine and ten or twenty, a younger Viserys standing next to him. Viserys looked young and very healthy like Daemon had not seen him look in years. It took him a few minutes before he could concentrate enough to hear what they were saying. 
“We are just as confused as you are.” His younger self said to Viserys. 
“I believe I can help with that.” All three men turned to look at him and their eyes widened in an almost comical way. 
Younger Daemon’s mouth fell open as he stared at him, while his father took a few steps towards him before looking between him and his younger self.
“Daemon?” Baelon’s voice was unsure as he stared at him.
“Yes, it is I.” He moved closer but stopped when all three men tensed. He could tell this would take a few moments for them to process. “I am not sure if this is the way you were supposed to find out about this.”
“What?” His younger self had finally been able to close his mouth, but he still looked shocked. “What is happening? Who are you?”
“I think who I am would be obvious.” Daemon rolled his eyes at the younger man. “I look just like you.”
“Not just like me, you are older.” Younger Daemon pointed to the corner of his eyes. “You have a few lines around your face.”
“Careful boy.” Daemon’s eyes narrowed. “You might be me, but I will still beat you if I need to.”
“I would like to see you try.” Younger Daemon said mockingly.
“I am sorry, but have you all lost your senses?” Viserys had finally gotten his voice back. “There are two Daemons, why are we discussing who is older? We should be attempting to figure out why there are two of you.”
“The Gods sent us,” Daemon said, moving closer. He wanted to hug his father so badly. “We are supposed to help you with some things.”
“Help us with what?” Viserys asked.
“Forget about that.” Baelon lifted a hand, making both his sons stop before turning to look at Daemon. “What do you mean we? Is there another you walking around?”
“No,” Daemon’s eyes widened as he looked around the area where he had crashed. “My wife is with me. I need to find her, she could be hurt.”
“Do you know where she might be?” Baelon asked and then nodded when Daemon shook his head. “We can help you find her.”
“Why?” Younger Daemon looked at him like he had lost his mind. “Who cares if she is here? Maybe she will die and then you can be rid of her.” 
“Daemon!” Baelon snapped, not missing the anger in Daemon’s eyes as he looked at his younger self. “Shut up!”
“Why? I am only speaking the truth.” His younger self shook his head and then his eyes widened one more, his face a mask of horror. “Gods, please tell me I do not fall in love with the bronze bitch in the future?”
“What?” It took Daemon a second to remember why his younger self had reacted that way. He had forgotten that during this time he was still wed to Rhea Royce. When he said his wife, the younger Daemon must have thought that he was speaking about Rhea. Daemon let out an amused laugh. “No, you do not fall in love with your bronze bitch. I am not wed to Rhea any longer. My wife is…”
Caraxes let out a whistle as a roar split the air, coming from over the tree line. Daemon took off running, not even looking to see if the others were following. That roar had been Syrax, he would recognize it anywhere. He was the first to reach the dragon, the other three men coming to a stop when they saw the golden dragon. The three men behind him did not recognize the large golden dragon as Syrax, during this time Rhaenyra’s dragon must still be a small hatchling. Syrax roared at the three men, not wanting them close to her rider, he could tell she was a bit confused about the other man who looked like him. 
The dragon moved a bit and Daemon saw Rhaenyra lying on the ground. He moved quickly, kneeling beside her and pushing the hair away from her face. He could not see any injuries, it seemed like Syrax had taken the brunt of the fall and protected her rider. 
“Come on, love.” He tapped her face gently, but she did not move. He could tell she was breathing and Syrax did not appear to be in distress, so he knew she was not badly injured. “Wake up.”
“We could take her back to the camp.” He almost jumped at Baelon’s voice, not having realized his father, younger self and Visery had moved closer. “We can get the horses and have a maester examine her.”
“Yes,” He picked up Rhaenyra and stood up, turning to the three men who seemed mesmerized by the woman in his arms. 
“Uhm… I do not think she will be a problem because I have never seen her before, but what about him?” Viserys pointed him before looking at his father and younger brother. “How are we supposed to explain that there are two Daemons and one of them is over a decade older than the current one?”
“Do not worry about that, the gods have taken care of it.” Daemon looked down at his wife, who still had not moved an inch. “They will not see me when they look at me. I know that the gods created a story in people’s minds. I do not know who they will think I am, but it would not be who I really am.”
“I do not remember you or her.” His younger self said while looking at Rhaenyra. Daemon could see he was curious, but could not see her fully due to the way she was positioned. “I do not think my mind has been altered.”
“It would not be.” Daemon shook his head. “The ones we are supposed to help will be able to see us just as we are. I do not think any of you would believe me if I did not look the way I do or if you believed I was someone else.”
All three men nodded before they started walking towards the tree line and back to their horses. Daemon followed after them, reaching for his connection with Caraxes, and had him stay with Syrax. He made sure his dragon knew to stay away from people until Daemon could assess the situation, he would call for his dragon if he needed him. Right now he could not think of anything else but Rhaenyra and making sure she was well. 

                                         Daemon Targaryen (33 years old.)
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Daemon looked at the woman pressed against the older version of himself’s chest while attempting not to seem too interested. He could only see the back of her head from this position, but he liked what he saw. He had not been able to see her face very well, since part of her hair had covered it, but she was definitely of Valyrian descent. If her dragon did not make that clear then her hair did. She had silver curls, that fell down her waist. She was wearing a black and silver dragon-riding outfit, which highlighted her body. While the woman was very petite, she also had mouthwatering curves. The girl had not woken up the few minutes they spent riding to camp.
When they arrived people were waiting for them, they did not seem surprised to see the older Daemon and the woman in his arms. Apparently, Daemon had been right, the gods had messed with people’s minds because they all acted like they knew him. Baelon got off his horse and took the woman from the older man’s arms so he could climb off the horse too. Older Daemon took the woman from Baelon as soon as his feet touched the ground and followed Baelon to his tent. Daemon heard Viserys calling for a maester as Aemma came out of the main tent, Rhaenyra in her arms. 
“Viserys!” Aemma looked scared as she made sure her husband was well before looking Daemon over. Viserys kissed Rhaenyra’s forehead before walking away quickly still looking for the maester. She looked around and then looked back at him, an expression of fear still on her face. “Did something happen to Baelon, what is wrong?” 
“Be calm Aemma, father is fine.” Daemon gave his sister-by-law a gentle smile before running a hand over Rhaenyra’s curls. The small girl looked afraid since her mother was so tense. “We just found two people in the woods and one of them needs help. It is nothing serious.” Daemon gestured to his father’s tent. “Let us go and make sure things are going well.”
Aemma handed Rhaenyra to the maid before following after him. They entered his father’s tent, letting the flap close after them and Aemma came to a stop, eyes wide as she stared at his older self. She looked back at him before looking at the other man. 
“Daemon?” Her voice trembled as she said his name.
“Hello, Aemma.” Older Daemon gave the woman a pained smile, he looked like he had missed her. “It is good to see you once more.”
“I…” Aemma’s hand went to her throat as she stared at the older man. “I do not understand.”
“As you can see this is Daemon, but he is not from this time.” Baelon looked at the older version of Daemon, who nodded his head before looking back at Aemma. “Daemon and his wife were sent here by the gods to help us fix something. He has not been able to explain yet since his wife will not wake up and he is worried about her. We are waiting for the maester to come and examine her.”
“Rhea is hurt?” Aemma asked.
“No,” While older Daemon's voice was firm, he was still polite. “I am not wed to Rhea any longer. Our marriage was dissolved a few years back. I have only been wed to my current wife for less than a year.”
“Who is…?” Aemma’s question was interrupted when Viserys walked into the tent followed by the maester.
The old man bowed to them before moving towards the curtain that separated the resting area from the rest of the tent. Before the man could make it farther his older self placed a heavy hand on the older man’s shoulder.
“You will examine her quickly and efficiently. If you make a move I do not like or attempt to give her anything without me knowing what it is I will slit your throat from ear to ear.” Everyone went quiet as the maester swallowed, looking at the man in front of him with fear. “Do you understand?”
“O… of course, my lord.” The maester stuttered, not able to hold Daemon’s gaze.
After a few seconds, his older self stepped aside and allowed the master to go in, following after him. Once he was gone everyone turned to look at him and Daemon raised an eyebrow. 
“What?” He shrugged. “I was not the one who said it.”
“I still cannot believe it.” Aemma still appeared to be in shock, as she sat down. “How is it that the maester was not surprised by this?” 
“According to what Daemon..” His father looked at him before looking back at Aemma. “Older Daemon, I mean. According to what he said the gods made it so that people will not see his true self when they look at him. The gods also created a story in people’s minds where it appears as if they already know him.”
“Then why do I not have those memories?” Aemma frowned. “And why do I see him as Daemon instead of this supposed person?”
“He said the people he was meant to help would be able to see his true self,” Viserys said with a shrug.
“I cannot believe he is wed to someone else. Apparently, you will be able to get rid of Rhea in the future.” Aemma gave Daemon an amused smile before her eyes softened. “He seems really worried about her.”
“He is, he loves her deeply.” Daemon was startled at his father’s words, not expecting him to say that. Baelon gave Daemon an amused smile. “You should not be surprised, you are capable of love.” He knew he was, but it was hard to imagine loving someone who was not related to him that way. His father turned his attention to Aemma. “He says she is the other half of his soul, that they were meant to burn together.”
“What does she look like?” Aemma had always been curious. 
“She is very beautiful.” Baelon tilted his head a bit. “She is Valyrian, has silver hair, and is very petite. There is something familiar about her, I just cannot quite place it.”
Daemon was happy to know that in the future he would have a Valyrian wife. Someone who would understand him, who would understand his customs and his way of life. Someone who would understand his love and attachment to Caraxes. He could not forget the golden dragon, she also looked familiar. It was almost like he had seen the dragon before, but he knew every dragon and could not remember that one. 
The maester walked out of the resting area, bowing hastily to them and almost running out of the tent. His older self walked out also, giving them a nod before sitting down. 
“He says she is fine.” Older Daemon frowned. “She does not have any injuries and he said she is just resting.”
“Just resting?” Baelon questioned, a worried look on his face. “She did not move on the way here and she has not moved since then.”
“It might have something to do with whatever the gods did to us before bringing us here.” Everyone looked at the older prince who let out a sigh. “They did not just bring us here, before doing that they gave us an exorbitant amount of memories of things that have happened and that will happen. When I found the three of you my head was aching something fiercely. Maybe this is the way for her to process those memories, to sort them out.”
“If you do not mind me asking.” Aemma gave his older self a hesitant smile. “How old are you?”
“I am three and thirty,” Daemon said, amusement on his face.
He was sure everyone had questions, hells, he had a thousand questions. The first one being, what was someone supposed to do when their future self just appeared out of nowhere for no apparent reason? He was also a bit afraid. What was so bad that the gods had sent two people back in time to fix things? Whatever it was Daemon knew it could not be good. 
Daemon opened his mouth to ask his questions when the curtain to the resting area was swept aside and a woman stepped out. The words died in his throat as he stared like a fool at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was definitely Valyrian, with long silver hair and beautiful purple eyes. She had delicate features and a mouthwatering body. He closed his mouth, making sure he was not drooling like a babe. His father was right, there was something familiar about her. 
“Daemon?” Even her voice was sweet, like thick honey, making his body harden at an incredible speed. 
His older self turned so quickly, that Daemon was surprised his neck did not hurt. Older Daemon stood up a relived smile taking over his entire face as he moved towards the woman. 
“Rhaenyra.” Older Daemon smiled.
Viserys had been in the process of sitting down when Daemon’s older self said the woman’s name. His brother missed the chair completely and fell to the ground, his mouth opened as he looked at the woman before turning to glare at him. Daemon was so shocked that it took him a few seconds for his mind to understand what had happened. Fucking hells, he was married to his niece. 

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Chapter 3

Waking up in a strange place, by herself was a bit confusing and scary. She was not sure how long she had been sleeping, but her body was a bit sore. Her eyes widened as she sat up, remembering what had happened. The strange mist, the gods speaking to her and Daemon, and then Syrax falling. Her poor girl had taken to brunt of the fall attempting to protect her. Apparently, it had worked because she did not see a scratch on her body. Her sleep had not been pleasant and she had seen horrible things. She knew the things she had seen were memories, but not her own. They belonged to the Rhaenyra from this world, and the poor girl would have a horrible and pain-filled life. She knew they had been sent back in time, but was not sure how far back they had been sent. She stood up, looking at her surroundings and realizing she was in a tent. Had she been sent back to the hunt given in honor of Aegon’s name day? What was she supposed to say when people recognized her?

Rhaenyra smiled when she heard her husband’s voice, it was coming from behind the privacy curtain. She moved quickly, wanting to see him and reassure herself that he was well. She moved the curtain aside, stepping into the main area of the tent and looking at her husband. 

“Daemon?” She did not speak too loudly, not wanting to call too much attention to herself.  

Her husband turned to her quickly and stood up a relieved smile taking over his entire face as he moved towards her. 

“Rhaenyra.” Daemon’s smile did not leave his face as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. She heard something crash but did not pay too much attention. She was just relieved her husband was well. He kissed her upturned lips, quickly and sweetly. “You scared me when you would not rouse. I even had a maester examine you, but he said nothing was wrong.”

“Yes, it just took my body a bit longer to get accustomed to the events.” She smiled against his mouth when he kissed her again. “What year is it?” 

“It is the year one hundred.” She turned towards the voice and her eyes widened when she saw her grandsire. It had been so many years she had almost forgotten what he looked like. He looked so much like Daemon. Baelon was looking at her in awe like he could not believe she was there. “Rhaenyra?” She nodded, smiling at his amazed voice. “You look so beautiful. I just saw you a few minutes ago and you were three and now here you are, not a child any longer. I cannot believe it is you.”

“I am also happy to see you grandsire.” She wanted to hug him and she could not imagine how Daemon must be feeling. She knew how much he had missed his father and how much he had suffered because of his early death. 

“Rhaenyra.” Her mother’s voice made her entire body tense as she looked at the woman she had missed for so many years. Aemma had died when Rhaenyra was just eight name days old and now she was here. “Look at you, I cannot believe it is you.”

“Mother.” This time she could not hold herself back, she moved to her mother and wrapped her arms around her. She took a deep breath wanting to remember this forever. “I am so happy to see you.”

Her mother hugged her back, not hesitating for even a moment. It was strange to see her mother looking so close to her age. Aemma was only eight and ten at this time one year older than Rhaenyra was right now. It was sad to think that in just five years her mother would be dead, cut open for the promise of a male heir. She pulled away from her mother, not wanting to overwhelm her. Then her father was there and he looked so young and so healthy that it took her aback. Her father had made several mistakes, but she loved him, even when he had let her down in so many ways. But in a way, she had let him down also, but not being the son he wished for. 

“I cannot believe it is you.” Aemma ran her hands over Rhaenyra’s face, tracing her nose, and brow. “You look just as I imagined.” 

Something shook the ground as a roar was heard, making Rhaenyra look towards her husband who nodded before they both walked out of the tent. Syrax had landed close to the tents, Caraxes next to her as some people screamed attempting to get away from both dragons. Rhaenyra approached her golden lady, happy that she was well, and smiled when Syrax pressed her large head against her chest. The feeling she got from her dragon was that she had been worried. 

“Be calm Syrax.”  She sent a feeling of calmness to her dragon.  “I am well, I just needed a bit of rest.”  Caraxes’s moved his head closer to her and Rhaenyra smiled, running a hand over his scales.  “Thank you for taking care of my lady Caraxes, you are such a good boy.”

“He allows you to touch him?” Rhaenyra almost jumped out of her skin, not realizing there was someone so close to her. This Daemon looked so young, he was only a couple of years older than she was. But he had the same cocky look and attitude as her husband. “I have never seen him allow someone else close to him without me being there to calm him first.”

“I grew up around Caraxes, my uncle took me on my first dragon ride on him.” Rhaenyra tilted her head to the side. “Have you not taken your niece on a dragon ride yet?”

She was sure he had, from what she had been told Daemon had taken her on her first dragon ride when she was one. After that, he would fly with her whenever he was in the city and teach her about their culture and language. 

“I have.” Daemon looked at her like he still had trouble believing she was who she said she was. “I apologize, I am having a difficult time seeing my small niece in you.”

“I understand.” She smiled and he sucked in a breath. “My husband had years seeing me grow before he realized that his feelings for me had changed from familiar love to something else.”

He swallowed as his gaze moved down her body. Her Daemon had told her once that he had almost fallen flat on his face when he had returned from the Stepstones and saw how much she had changed. That was when he started looking at her with desire and did everything in his power to have her. Rhaenyra had not needed much convincing, she had been in love with Daemon for as long as she could remember. Her father had attempted everything in his power to separate them, but in the end, she and Daemon had wed in secret. They had a Valyrian ceremony since the only way to undo that type of marriage was with death. Even after that her father still attempted to keep them apart until Rhaenyra made it clear that she had no issues leaving Westeros if her father insisted on getting in between her and Daemon.

Apparently, her and Daemon standing by each other and getting rid of the Hightowers had been the right thing to do, since the Gods used them to attempt to save the world. What puzzled Rhaenyra was how far back they had been sent, if they needed to get rid of the Hightowers why not send them back before her father and Alicent were wed?

“Rhaenyra has the same look on her face when she is thinking hard about something.” She gave Daemon a puzzled look. The poor man was looking puzzled himself. “I meant my niece, the little one. Gods, this is so confusing.”

“Yes, it is.” Rhaenyra laughed, it was confusing for her too. Being with her husband while looking at a younger version of him was a bit strange. “You may call me Nyra, that might help differentiate between your niece and I.”

“That sounds good.” Then he gave her an annoyed look, which was so Daemon she could not help but smile. “Now, any ideas on what I am supposed to call the other Daemon?”

“That might be a little more complicated.” Strong arms wrapped around her from behind and she immediately knew it was her husband. She turned her head, looking up at him. “Young Daemon wants to know what he is supposed to call you since it might be a bit confusing to call you by your name.”

“Well, Baelon and Aemma are attempting to find out who people believe we are here.” Daemon kissed her upturned mouth before running his thumb over her bottom lip. “We can wait and see what they call me here.”

When Rhaenyra turned to look at the younger version of her husband she was a bit surprised at the expression on his face. He was looking at them with jealousy, but most of all with yearning. It was a look she was familiar with. 

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A tent had been prepared for their new guests, it was the one next to Baelon's. Daemon had believed that they would return to Kings Landing, but his father had decided not to. It would look suspicious if they returned a day early and people would start to ask questions. After talking to a few people and questioning them subtly without them being aware of it, Baelon and Aemma gathered a good amount of information. People believed that his older self was named Damon, which Daemon had to admit was clever of the gods and still a bit confusing for them. They also believed that he was a dragon seed but did not know who his father was and his mother had died when he was young. Damon had been taken in by Jaehaerys at the age of five and ten and had surprised everyone by claiming a dragon a few moons later. People also believed that Damon’s wife was Jaehaerys and Alysanne’s youngest daughter, born a year after Gael, they called her Nyra. No one was sure why the king had allowed his daughter to wed a bastard and make him a Targaryen, but people did not question it, Daemon guessed that was another thing they had to thank the gods for. His older self and Nyra had not said why they had been sent back or what would happen yet and he was running out of patience. 

“Kepus!”  He chuckled as Rhaenyra threw herself at him, wrapping her small arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.  “Did you see the dragons? The golden one was so pretty.”  Her smile was large as she spoke about the dragons she had seen earlier today. She had not met Damon or Nyra yet. Aemma had decided to wait before making any introductions. Rhaenyra then frowned, a confused look on her small face.  “But the red dragon looked like Caraxes.”

“Yes, he did.”  He tickled her belly, making her giggle adorably as he chuckled.  “I am sure Damon will allow you to ride his dragon if you ask.”

“Who is Damon?” The look on her face said that she had no idea who he spoke of.

Apparently, his little niece was one of the people whose mind had not been altered by the gods. He should not be shocked, because the gods had sent an older version of himself and of Rhaenyra which had to mean that the problems that would come were mostly about them. That was a scary thought.

“Rhaenyra!” Daemon stood up, his small niece still in his arms as he looked at Viserys. His brother was stalking toward him and he did not look happy. “Did I not ask you to stay in the tent with your mother?”

“But I wanted to see uncle.” Rhaenyra’s face was stubborn as she glared at her father. “Mama said I allowed.”

“Just do as I say.” Viserys seemed angry, he had been angry since discovering Daemon's future self was wed to his daughter. “I need to speak to your uncle.”

“Go along, little dragon. I will be there soon.” He kissed Rhaenyra’s forehead and did not miss the way his brother winced. Daemon placed Rhaenyra on the ground and watched as she ran towards the tent where her mother was, the maid following closely behind. Once they were both out of sight he turned to look at Viserys. “What is wrong with you?”

“I do not know what you mean.”

“Yes, you do.” Daemon shook his head. “I did not miss the way you looked at me while I was speaking to Rhaenyra. What is the issue now?”

“I would prefer if from now on you would stay away from my daughter.” Daemon’s eyes narrowed at the tone in his brother’s voice. “If you want to spend time with her it should be with me or Aemma in the room.”

“Why?” While he was upset he was willing to give his brother the benefit of the doubt. 

“You know why Daemon.” Viserys glared at him. “I cannot trust you, knowing that in the future you take advantage of my daughter. Gods know how long you spent preparing her to be your wife, lusting after her.”

Fury like he had never felt before filled his body and he was on Viserys's face before his brother had time to react. His hands fisted on the collar of his brother’s tunic as he yanked him until their noses were almost touching. His voice was deadly as he resisted the urge to kill the fool in front of him. 

“Say that again, so I can break your face.” Viserys’s eyes had widened at Daemon’s reaction. “How dare insinuate something as awful and depraved as that? You know perfectly well I would never hurt Rhaenyra.” 

“You might not consider it hurting.” The sneer on his brother’s face made him want to stab him.

Daemon shoved Viserys hard, until the man was on the ground, looking up at him in shock. He never had the urge to kill his brother before, not even when he had been upset with him. But what Viserys was insinuating made him feel sick. He did not look at Rhaenyra the way his brother believed he did. She was a lovely child and he adored her, but he felt no lust whatsoever for her. He had never been attracted to a child and he was not about to start now. That his brother, a man he had grown up with and told his secrets to, would believe something so awful about him, upset Daemon very much. 

“What are you two doing?” His father’s voice broke through the angry fog his head seemed to be surrounded by as Baelon approached. “Do you both truly believe that this is the best time or place to be squabbling like children?”

“Well, according to my brother, I enjoy molesting children.” Daemon continued glaring at Viserys, as the other man stood up. “So it should not be surprising that I might consider myself a child.”

“What?” The surprised look on his father’s face made him feel a little better. Baelon frowned at Viserys. “Why would you say something so awful?”

“He wed my daughter, did he not?” Viserys spat out.

“Lower your voice.” Baelon’s voice was hard as he glared at Viserys. “Both of you will follow me.” 

Their father turned and walked to the tent, not waiting for them. Viserys was the first one to follow as Daemon walked behind him. He was still upset about what his brother had said. He would have never believed his brother would think him capable of doing something so horrible. 

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Chapter 4

Aemma knocked on the doors and waited just a few seconds before the doors opened and Daemon’s surprised face appeared. She could tell he had not been expecting her, his eyes were a little guarded as he stepped aside and allowed her to enter his chambers. She waited until the doors closed before looking at him. 
“I am sorry to bother you.” He did not say anything, just stared at her. “I just wanted to make sure everything is well with you.”
“You mean after my brother accused me of molesting my niece?” Aemma flinched and his eyes softened. “I am sorry, I did not mean to snap at you.”
“I understand why you are angry Daemon.” Her husband had crossed a line when he said those horrible things to his brother. “He should have never said that to you. I know it is not true. You love Rhaenyra and always try your hardest to make her happy, I know you would never hurt her.”
“Your husband does not seem to think the same.” Her brother-by-law looked tired and a bit annoyed. “He said I was not allowed to spend time with Rhaenyra unless you or he were present.”
“Of course, you can spend time with your niece.” Aemma shook her head. “Even when I am not present, I trust you to protect her.”
Both she and Baelon had attempted to speak to Viserys, but he did not seem to want to understand what they were saying to him. He was very upset and made it clear that he did not want his daughter to wed his brother. Baelon had been very upset with Viserys’s attitude, but her husband would not listen to anyone. They had returned to the Red Keep early in the morning, and Baelon had accompanied Damon and Nyra to their chambers, which they were all surprised to realize were already set up for them. Nyra even had gowns that had been made for her. Aemma had to admit the gods were very thorough and people truly believed Nyra was Jaehaerys’s youngest daughter. She was treated with all the respect due to a princess of the blood, while Damon was treated like a prince. It was a bit strange to see people treating them like they were a fixture in the palace while Aemma had no memory of ever seeing them before yesterday. 
There was a knock on the door and Aemma smiled at Daemon.
“I brought you a surprise.” She looked toward the doors before calling out. “Enter.”
The doors opened and Rhaenyra ran in with something in her hands. Her smile grew even larger as she looked at Dameon and Aemma did not miss the way her brother-by-law’s eyes softened immediately. 
“Uncle.” Rhaenyra giggled when Daemon picked her up and kissed her chubby cheeks. She wrapped an arm around his neck, patting his back with her small hands. “Mama said you were sad because papa was mean to you.” Rhaenyra’s look was determined as she stared at Daemon. “Do not be sad, I yelled at papa.”
“You did?” Daemon asked amusement all over his face.
“She did.” Aemma laughed, kissing the top of her daughter’s head. “There was a lot of yelling and finger-wagging and she even attempted to punish him by sending him to his chambers without supper.”
“You did?” Daemon laughed.
“Yes.” Rhaenyra’s face was surly as she stared at her uncle. “But mama said I cannot punish him.” She placed a hand next to her mouth as she attempted to whisper, not realizing that her whispering was still very loud. “Do not worry, I stole his cake.”
Daemon and Aemma could not help but laugh as the small girl showed her treasure to her uncle. A single honey cake that had been carefully wrapped. 
“And what are we going to do with the cake?” Daemon whispered loudly.
“We are going to eat it.” Rhaenyra’s satisfied look made Aemma chuckle.
“But there is only one cake in there,” Daemon said with a mock frown. “You do not like sharing your cake.”
“I like sharing it with you, uncle.” While it was true that Rhaenyra refused to share her cakes with anyone, apparently, Daemon was the exception. “You are my favorite person.”
Daemon's smile was so large that every trace of sadness or anger he had been feeling because of his brother disappeared. He kissed the little girl’s head before taking the piece of cake she was offering. 
“I will go and leave you both alone.” Aemma smiled at both of them. “Just bring her over a bit before supper.”
“Thank you, Aemma,” Daemon said with a smile. 
She was aware he was not thanking her for just bringing Rhaenyra, but for trusting him with her daughter. She would have to speak to her husband.

                                                                         Daemon Targaryen (19 years old.)

                                                                  Rhaenyra  Targaryen (3 years old.)

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Baelon was a bit confused by his eldest son’s attitude, Viserys had always been the sweet one, the one to avoid conflict. He had been shocked when he found Daemon and Viserys fighting and even more surprised when he discovered the reason why. For some unknown reason discovering that Rhaenyra would wed Daemon in the future had angered his son greatly and he could not understand why. While the norm for the Targaryens was to wed brother and sister, wedding nice and uncle was not so far-fetched. 
Baelon had always known that Viserys was a bit envious of his younger brother. While Viserys had struggled in training everyone could see Daemon had been born a warrior, feeling at home the moment a sword had been placed in his hands. Daemon had been more handsome, taller, and better with women. But none of these things had ever been an issue until Rhaenyra was born. While Daemon had never particularly liked children, he had melted the moment Rhaenyra had been placed in his arms. The rogue prince had been wrapped around the finger of a babe a few days old. As Rhaenyra grew, it was clear who her favorite person was. Daemon had been the first person she had walked to and the first word she said was kepus. Viserys’s jealousy had grown then and he had attempted everything in his power to take Rhaenyra’s love and affection. The small girl did not ignore her parents, or anyone else for that matter. She was always full of laughs and love for everyone she came in contact with. That was how she gained the name of the realm’s delight. But Viserys did not care about that, he cared about the fact that Rhaenyra preferred her uncle over everyone else. 
Even with all of that, Baelon had never believed his eldest son would dare to accuse his brother of molesting his child. Everyone could tell that Daemon would protect Rhaenyra until his last breath. Viserys was not ready to see his daughter as an adult, and being confronted with a grown Rhaenyra, who was married to a much older Dameon had pushed him over the edge. Baelon could tell that Damon and Nyra, as everyone called the two people who had traveled through time now, knew something had happened between Viserys and the younger Daemon, but they had not made any comments. Baelon had the impression that Viserys opposition to Daemon and Rhaenyra being together was not something new for the married duo. The whole situation made Baelon a bit sad, knowing that his eldest son was so opposed to seeing Rhaenyra and Daemon happy.
“Father.” He did not move as Viserys walked up to him. “I was told you wanted to see me.”
“Yes, we are waiting for your brother, I have sent one of the guards for him.” Viserys’s annoyed look made Baelon’s annoyance rise. “You have something you want to say?”
“No, father.” Viserys lowered his eyes and swallowed, not enjoying being confronted.
Daemon arrived not long after that, glaring at Viserys briefly before looking at him and nodding his head. 
“I am aware that your relationship is not the best at this time, but I need you both to put that aside.” He made sure his voice was firm, there was no time for games or petty jealousies. “There are two people who traveled through time because something so horrible happened that the gods deemed it necessary. We need to find out what will happen and plan accordingly.”
“Have either Dae.. Damon or Nyra said anything?” Daemon’s confusion when speaking about their visitors was understandable. “I have not seen them since we arrived yesterday.”
“No, I believe they are trying to understand how they are seen at court before making any moves or providing us with information.” Baelon shrugged. “Damon made it clear he will not do anything that will place his wife in danger.”
“Let us speak to them,” Viserys said, ignoring the comment Baelon had made about Damon’s love for his wife. “Maybe they can give us a bit of information now.”
“The guards said they are in the godswood,” Baelon said as he started walking in that direction. “Let us see if we can speak to them without being overheard.”
Once they made it to the godswood Baelon looked around the entrance but did not see anyone. The three men moved inside the garden, but there was no one by the heart tree. They made their way towards the refreshment table and all three men came to a stop at the image that met their eyes. 
Nyra was sitting on top of the table, the older version of his son was standing between her legs. Both of them were kissing with such passion that even Baelon flushed, not sure if he should leave and let them finish or interrupt them. Nyra moved her legs, wrapping them around her husband’s waist, making him smile against her mouth. Damon’s hand moved, inching up the skirt of her gown until most of her leg was uncovered. Their mouths met again as one of Nyra’s hands moved to Damon’s neck, pulling his head down towards her. Nyra reminded Baelon of his wife, his beautiful Alyssa, who had been taken from him far too soon. 
Baelon heard a choking sound and turned to the left to see Viserys, whose face was so red it was almost purple. He seemed to be having some kind of attack as he stared at the couple in front of them. Baelon opened his mouth, but Viserys seemed to lose it before he could say anything.
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?” Damon and Nyra jumped and looked towards the three of them. Viserys moved closer as Baelon shook his head at his son’s stupidity. 
“I was kissing my wife before you so rudely interrupted.” Damon rolled his eyes before lowering Nyra’s skirts and assisting her off the table. “Could you people not have waited a bit longer before coming here?”
“We apologize.” Baelon cleared his throat. “We did not know you would be uhm… Occupied.”
“It is fine,” Nyra said while giving them an amused smile. Damon’s look said it was not fine and he was not happy about the interruption. “Isn’t that right Daemon?”
“No, I would n…” Nyra elbowed her husband’s stomach making him grunt and stick his bottom lip out. Baelon had to hide his amusement when he realized the man was pouting. “It is fine.”
“We have come to speak to you. You have been here for two days and still have not told us anything about what is supposed to happen.” Viserys’s voice was annoyed. “You have to tell us why you were sent back.”
“I do not have to tell you shit.” Damon’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Viserys. “I believe you need to change your tone.”
“Daemon.” Nyra turned to her husband and Baelon saw the way the man’s eyes immediately softened. He could tell that even though Damon was physically stronger, his wife had him under her control. “We should give them some information at least, they must have several questions.” Nyra gestured to the chairs and waited for them to sit down. “There are several events that will cause the fall of House Targaryen. Not everything will happen immediately, but our house will fall and our entire family will be annihilated.”
“Our dragons will die in just a few years.” Damon sat down and pulled Nyra into his lap, kissing her bare shoulder before looking at them. “Once they do the world will be doomed.”
Baelon was so shocked he could not speak. What they were saying sounded like a nightmare and impossible. It was not so easy to kill a dragon, their house commanded ten of them at this time. It was unthinkable to believe they would die and the Targaryens would be destroyed. 
“Is there anything we can do to prevent this?” Daemon asked, looking afraid at the thought of losing Caraxes and his family and Baelon placed a hand on his shoulder. 
“I believe there is, that is the reason the Gods sent us here, to stop it from happening.” Nyra’s voice was gentle and Baelon saw the way it calmed Daemon immediately, his young son letting out a sigh of relief. “We will reveal more things as they are needed, but we need to be careful. We cannot trust anyone from outside our family. No one else must know about this.”
“Of course.” Baelon nodded in understanding. “We will keep all of this between us.”
“Oh, you are not the one we are worried about,” Damon said before turning to Viserys. “It is my brother who needs to understand the importance of secrecy.”
“I would never say anything.” Viserys glared at Damon.
“Yes, you would.” Damon snorted. “Your ability to fuck up is only preceded by your weakness. Do not do anything that will cause our family to be in danger, I do not want to be in the uncomfortable position of having to kill you.”
Baelon, Viserys, and Daemon’s eyes widened at Damon’s words. Baelon knew how much his younger son loved his brother. The fact that Daemon’s older self was willing to kill Viserys meant that some of what had happened was his eldest son’s fault. It was a scary thought, knowing that one of his sons was to blame for the fall of their family and the end of the world. 

                                                                    Rhaenyra  Targaryen (17 years old.)

                                                                            Daemon Targaryen (33 years old.)

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Chapter 5

Being at the Red Keep while Jaehaerys was king was a very strange feeling. She had forgotten what her great grandsire had looked like and now she was supposed to act like his daughter. Seeing her mother and grandsire again had been something she had not expected either, but it brought her the greatest of joys. Her grandsire was so healthy and handsome, he looked a lot like Daemon. Her mother was so young and healthy, nothing like the pale and sickly woman she had been the last few years of her life. It was good to see her this way, to see she was not the weak woman Otto Hightower had made everyone believe. Rhaenyra had heard Alicent speaking once, a few years after Aemma’s death, saying how the previous queen possessed none of the talked about Targaryen beauty. Rhaenyra knew Alicent had been jealous because her mother was beautiful and her stepmother could never compare.

She was here now, which meant that she had a chance to save her mother, to stop Aemma from being cut open once more. But how could she tell her mother the cruel fate that awaited her, being cut open on the orders of the one person who was supposed to protect her? There was also the chance that her mother would not believe her. There were so many things that could go wrong if she said the wrong thing or if the wrong person overheard her.

“Does your head hurt?” She turned so quickly that she almost lost her balance and her eyes widened at the small girl standing there. She could now understand how Daemon felt, it was very strange to see the younger version of oneself. The little girl could not be older than three and was looking at her with curiosity. “My papa looks like that when his head hurts sometimes.” 

“I apologize, princess.” The maid bowed quickly. “The little princess wanted to take a walk and I did not realize you would be here.”

“It is fine.” Nyra smiled at the small girl before looking at the maid. “You may leave her here, I will take the princess to her chambers.”

The maid nodded before leaving the gardens, the small girl gave her a confused look.

“Why did she call you princess?” 

“Because I am a princess.” Nyra kneeled not wanting to hover over the child. “Just like you are.”

“Why have I never seen you before?” She stopped herself from smiling, she did not remember being so noisy as a child. 

“I have just come to stay here with my husband.” The little girl still looked curious. “I was at the hunt.”

“Yes!” Rhaenyra’s face grew excited. “You have the pretty golden dragon.”

“Yes.” Nyra gave Rhaenyra a small smile. “She is mine.”

“I have a gold dragon also, her name is Syrax.” Rhaneyra moved closer. “But she is still small. My uncle says when she gets bigger I will be able to ride her and fly across the narrow sea.”

“That sounds like an exciting adventure.” She had always dreamed about adventures and flying on her dragon, apparently, this Rhaenyra was not any different. 

“It is.” Rhaenyra nodded and then frowned. “What is your name?”

“I am Rh…” She stopped herself, looking at the little girl for a moment, she would be confused if Nyra told her full name and would have a hundred more questions. “My name is Nyra.”

“That sounds a bit like my name.” 

“Yes, it does.” 

“Why are you here alone?” The little girl asked. “Where are your papa and mama? I am not allowed to go anywhere by myself.”

“That will last only a little while.” Nyra sat down on the ground. “Once you are older, you will be allowed to go to places on your own.”

“Yeah, but that is far away.” Rhaenyra shook her head before looking at her critically. “I like your braids, my uncle usually braids my hair.”

“My uncle used to braid my hair also.” She touched her hair softly before smiling at the child. “I can braid your hair if you wish.”

“YES!” Nyra laughed at the girl’s enthusiasm.

She settled the small girl on her lap before starting to braid her hair. Daemon was the one who had taught her to braid her hair, it was one of the things they did together. Daemon had explained to her the meaning of Targaryen braids. Even now he still enjoyed braiding her hair, just like she would braid his. Rhaenyra played with the stones decorating her gown as Nyra finished braiding her hair. She took a few of the red flowers closest to her and placed them on one side of the girl’s hair. 

“There you are.” Rhaenyra jumped from her lap, running and throwing herself at Daemon. The little girl squealed when her uncle peppered kisses all over her face. “I have been looking for you.”

“I am here.” Rhanerya threw up her hands and opened her arms wide, giving the young man a bright smile. “I found Nyra.”

“I can see that.” She stood up as Daemon approached her with Rhaenyra still in his arms. The image was very strange to her, seeing herself as a child in her uncle’s arms.

“Good day, Nyra.”

“Good day.” She nodded, not missing the way Daemon looked at her.

“She braided my hair, kepus.” Rhaenyra caught her uncle’s attention once more as he smiled at the small girl. “I wanted pretty braids like hers.”

“Well, your hair looks very pretty.” Daemon kissed Rhaenyra’s forehead. “You are the most beautiful girl in the city.”

“Just the city?” Rhaenyra pouted, making Nyra and Daemon laugh.

“You are right, little dragon.” Daemon gave Rhaenyra an apologetic look. “You are the most beautiful girl in the world.”

Rhaenyra clapped her hands before wrapping her arms around Daemon’s neck. Daemon hugged his small niece before looking at her and Nyra sucked in a breath. He was looking at her with the same desire her husband did and that could mean trouble. She did not want Daemon to be confused about his feelings, she could tell that young Daemon was a bit confused about her being the future version of his small niece. She also knew that her husband would not be happy with another man wanting her that way, no matter if that man was a younger version of himself.

.      Rhaenyra Targaryen (3 years old.)                                   Daemon Targaryen (19 years old.)

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Nyra was able to make it to her chambers without any issues. She still found it amusing that the chambers she had been given were the same chambers she had while she was growing up. She had left Daemon and Rhaenyra in the gardens after he promised he would return the little girl to her maid. 

“That is a very serious face.” Her husband wrapped his arms around her, pushing her hair aside and kissing her neck. “Is something bothering you?”

“You mean besides the gods sending us back and time and telling us we have to stop the death of dragons without actually telling us how to do it?” She leaned her head against his chest. “I think I should be concerned.”

“I believe killing all the Hightowers will be a big help in stopping the death of the dragons.”

“I am still not convinced that it will be that easy.” She turned to face him, smiling when he kissed the tip of her nose. “If it was only the Hightowers why did they send us so far back? I believe there has to be something else.”

“There might be.” He threaded his fingers through her hair, taking her bottom lip into his mouth and sucking. “But I believe we should worry about something more important right now.”

“And what is that?”

“How lonely I feel without my beautiful wife to keep me company.” He kissed her again, his hands went to the back of her gown and started untying it. “You will not believe how little I have to do during this time and I believe my wife has a duty to care for me.”

“And what does caring for you entail?” She asked as her orange gown fell around her ankles, leaving her fully nude, except for her slippers and lace stockings. 

“I think this is a wonderful start. But you know what would be better?” She shook her head as he ran his thumb over her bottom lip, before pushing it into her mouth. “If you were on your knees.”

She sucked on his thumb before doing as he wanted and kneeling in front of him. Daemon sucked in a breath as her hands went to the front of his trousers and unlaced them. His cock was already hard as she took it in her hands, stroking him slowly. Her eyes met his eyes as she licked the tip of his cock, then licked the side of it. Daemon groaned, his hands tightening on her hair as she opened her mouth and slid his cock all the way down until it touched the back of her throat. 

“Does my pretty wife want me to force my cock down her throat?” She moaned then nodded her head. One of his hands tightened on the table while his other hand tightened on her hair before shoving her face forward hard, groaning when she choked. “Fuck Rhaenyra!”

Their chambers were the only place they were able to call each other by their actual names. She enjoyed hearing her name from his lips, the way he would drag it out sometimes, like now. 

Daemon pulled back her hair, before pushing it forward again, making Rhaenyra grab the front of his thighs and moan. She sucked him hard, slipping a hand between her thighs, and rubbed her clit. Daemon’s eyes blazed when he noticed what she was doing. 

“Stop touching yourself, Rhaenyra.” She whined, moving her tongue around the tip of his cock and sucking him even harder. “Rhaenyra!” 

His voice was a warning as he pulled his cock out of her mouth. She had no time to react before he pulled her up, his mouth crashing against hers as his tongue gave her teasing licks. His hands moved down her back, gripping her ass cheeks as he walked her to the bed. Her hands moved to his tunic unlacing it quickly, separating their mouths only enough to remove it before kissing him once more. The back of her legs touched the bed and Daemon took a step back, his eyes hot as he stared at her.

“Lay back on the bed and open your pretty thighs.”

Rhaenyra kicked off her slippers, leaving her stockings in place and doing as her husband ordered. He removed his trousers quickly as his eyes moved down her body, settling between her legs and he licked his lips. He moved over her body, kissing his way up her thighs and then his mouth was between her legs making her cry out and her hips arch. He did not spend too much time between her legs before kissing her belly and licking her nipples. By the time he kissed her lips she was drawn so tight it felt like her body would snap at any moment. 

She squealed when he flipped them over so she was straddling him.

“Now, be a good little girl and ride me.” 

“I think you enjoy giving me orders.” She bit his bottom lip as she sank down on his cock, wincing at the stretch.

“You enjoy it when I give you orders.” His hands went to her hips as she started to rock. “I know it because every time I do your cunt tightens up.”

She lifted herself before sinking back down, then she picked up her rhythm, coating his cock with her arousal. His eyes locked on her bouncing breasts before his hands went to them and he raised his head, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. She bounced faster, her nails digging into his chest. Every time she dropped down on his cock, it hit a spot deep inside her which felt absolutely incredible. Her lips parted, her moans even louder. 

“Pinch my nipples.” Daemon did not hesitate, rubbing her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He was gentle at first before his fingers clamped down and he tugged hard. “YES!”

Her hips slammed down on him and Daemon used the momentum to pull her to him. His teeth teased one of her nipples as his fingers tortured the other one. His teeth bit down harder as her hips came down on his cock once more and exquisite pleasure rushed through her body as wetness gushed from between her legs. Daemon’s arms wrapped around her body as he thrust into her, burying himself deep inside her body, filling her until it felt like she would burst. Her cunt pulsed around him as his thick cock released rope after rope of seed inside her.

She let herself fall forward, resting on top of him while attempting to catch her breath. She could feel his heart beating fast, but it still calmed her somehow. Being back in the past, hearing everything the gods had said, and seeing everything they had shown them was confusing and scary. She was happy that she had Daemon with her, she did not know what she would do if he was not here. There were so many things she wished to change, she did not know where to start. She hated not knowing things, being unsure of what to do, and being afraid of doing things. She did not want to ruin things and doom the world. 

More than ten minutes passed as they just lay there, Daemon’s fingers running up and down her back. They were happy just lying in each others’ arms and while she did not want to end this moment she had some things she needed to say.

“I would like to save my mother.” Daemon’s fingers stopped for a moment and Rhaenyra raised her head, crossing her arms on top of his chest, and laid her head on top of them. She looked at her husband, wanting to hear his opinion. “She is still young and only has a few years left, most of them she will spend with child and then be cut open. I do not want that to be her destiny once more.” 

“I do not blame you for wanting to save her, the truth is I wish for her to live also.” He ran a finger over the side of her face, his smile gentle. “But we have to be careful, we cannot just walk up to Aemma and tell her the man she loves will cut her open for a child who will only live for a few hours.”

“I know.” She let out a loud breath. “I will need to be careful and pick the best time.”

She kissed his chest, before kissing his lips. 

“I will stand with you whatever you decide.” His lips pressed harder against her mouth. “I will support you always, my love.”

“Thank you.” 

She was happy to have his support in the issue and to know he understood her feelings. Daemon had always understood how she felt, he had been the only one. She had not been able to grow up having her mother with her, but maybe the Rhaenyra in this world would. Things might be different this time, things might be better.

        Rhaenyra Targaryen (17 years old.)                                Daemon Targaryen (33 years old.)

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Chapter 6

“My prince,” Viserys smiled at Otto and nodded his head. “It is a pleasure to see you once more.”

“Ser Otto, I am pleased to see you also.”

Otto Hightower was the second son of a minor house, but Viserys found him to be smart with a good head on his shoulders. He had arrived at court with his wife and children not too long after his grandmother had passed away. He had been a good friend to Viserys and gave good and sound advice. The prince enjoyed speaking with Otto and telling him about his problems.

“I have not seen you much.” Otto sat beside him. “I have been told you have been spending much time with your brother, Princess Nyra, and her husband Damon.”

“Yes, there were things that needed to be discussed.” 

“I was always under the impression that you did not care much for Prince Damon.” Viserys frowned, since he did not have the same memories as Otto did, it meant that he could not answer truly. “I understand that Prince Damon was made a prince when he wed your aunt, but at the end of the day, he is still a bastard. What if he attempts to take the throne from you.”

“From me?” Viserys frowned. “The throne is not mine.”

“Not yet, my prince, but it will be one day.” Otto gave him an amused smile. “Even if no one says it, everyone knows that after Prince Aemon’s death, your father is next in life to the throne. He will be the next king and you will rule after him as his eldest son.”

“Nothing has been decided yet.” Viserys was aware that it was more than likely that his father would be named Prince of Dragonstone since the only child Aemon had was a daughter. But the king had not made his decision as of yet. “The king has not named his official heir.”

“But I am sure he will do it soon.” Otto placed a hand on Viserys’s shoulders. “You shall be the best king this realm has seen in many years and I hope you know that I am your friend and will support you as much as I am able.”

“You have always been a good friend to me, Ser Otto.”

“Thank you, my prince.” The man removed his hand from his shoulder. “I hope you know you can trust me with whatever issues bother you and know that I only have your best interests at heart.”

“I know Otto.” Viserys nodded, knowing that the other man was a true friend. “You have always been good to me.”

“I apologize if I am overstepping, but is there something bothering you?” Otto seemed genuinely concerned, which made Viserys happy, at least someone cared enough about him to ask how he was faring. “You have been unusually quiet this past few days. I have heard some servants speaking, saying you have been angry.”

“There are just some things that have been bothering me, but I do not know if I should speak about them.”

“It is up to you whatever you decide to do, but maybe you just need a clear perspective.”

“Do you believe in the gods Otto?” Viserys looked at his friend, needing someone to talk to about his fears. “Do you think they are capable of making wonderful miracles, even when we do not understand what they want from us?”

“I believe the gods have a plan for all of us.” Otto placed a hand on his chest. “I, myself am a faithful follower of the seven.”

“Yes, I am aware of how devout you are.” Everyone knew that the man and his family were truly god-fearing people. “What if the gods had sent a message? Should I just do as they ask without questioning their intentions?”

“Well, I believe it would depend on what that message was.” Otto frowned. “Have you received a message, my prince?”

“The gods have s…” Maybe Otto would be able to give him some advice on this issue. 

“Ser Otto.” Viserys’s mouth snapped shut when he heard Nyra’s voice.

“Princess.” Otto immediately stood up and bowed to the young woman. “I did not hear coming.”

“No, it seems you were too preoccupied while speaking to my… my nephew.” Viserys did not miss the way she stumbled when calling him her nephew. The smile she gave Otto was less than sincere. “I need to speak with him, alone.”

Otto looked at Viserys, before bowing to the princess once more and walking away from both of them. Viserys could immediately tell that Rhaenyra did not like Otto and the look she was giving him was not friendly in the list. It was the same look his small daughter had given him when she discovered he had not been pleasant to Daemon. His young daughter had yelled at him and even attempted to send him to his chambers without supper. He had been so shocked that for a moment he had almost stood up and walked to his chambers. His daughter had never spoken to him that way and he could not prove it, but he was sure she had been the one to steal his cake. The older version of his daughter stood in front of him now and she was looking at him in the same way, except there was much more rage in her eyes.

“Were we not clear when we told you not to speak to anyone about what the gods did?” Nyra moved closer to him. “Did you not understand our words? Should we have drawn you pictures to make sure you knew what not trusting anyone else meant?”

“I did not say anything.” 

“Yes, because I stopped you.” Her hands lifted her teal gown as she moved until she was close enough to almost touch him. “You should be more aware of your surroundings, I have been here the entire time. I was sitting under one of the trees nearby when you walked into the gardens and I heard your entire conversation with Otto.”

“I just needed an outside perspective.” He attempted not to sound like a child. “You cannot blame me for that.” 

“Of course, I can blame you.” She glared at him and looked like she wanted to punch him. “I do not know if you are really this stupid or if you have been blinded by your own self-importance.”

“Do not speak to me that way!” Now, it was he who was angry, this was his daughter, even if she was older she was still his child. “You will speak to me with the respect I deserve.”

“Respect is earned.” The look she gave him was filled with derision. “The day you start doing as you should and start behaving as a true Targaryen prince instead of the weakling you have shown yourself to be then I will give you my respect.”

“Even if you are older, I am still your father.” He moved closer then, towering over her. “You shall have care while in my presence.”

One moment he was standing over Nyra, glaring at her and the next he was on the ground staring up at a very angry older version of his younger brother, who stood above him. His face was a mask of rage as he glared down at Viserys. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Daemon’s voice dripped with rage. “How dare you speak to her that way? Who the fuck do you think you are?” 

Viserys wanted to yell that he was her father, but he dared not. Damon looked angry enough to be capable of killing him. 

“Dae…” Nyra took her husband’s hand and paused when she realized she almost called him but his true name. “Damon, we should not do this here. People will talk if they discover this.”

Viserys could tell that Damon was attempting to calm himself down. The man went down on his haunches, the furious look in his eyes had not changed.

“If you ever get on her face again, or attempt to intimidate her I will beat you within an inch of your life.” Viserys knew his brother was not playing. “Do you understand me?” 

He nodded, not wanting to raise his brother’s ire even more. Damon stood up, before taking Nyra’s hand and walking away. Viserys just lay there for a moment, not sure what had taken place or how he had ended up in this position.  

       Rhaenyra Targaryen (17 years old.)                                      Daemon Targaryen (33 years old.)
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“Why in all the hells would you act so rashly?” Baelon glared at Viserys, his voice masked with fury. “Do you know what could have happened if you had actually told Otto Hightower what has been taking place? Or what would happened when you attempted to intimidate Rhaenyra?”

“She is not Rhaenyra!” Aemma sighed at Viserys's annoyance, for the past few hours he had refused to call the older girl Rhaenyra, even when in private. He kept saying that his daughter would never speak to him the way Nyra had. 

“You will watch your tongue!” Viserys flinched at Baelon’s angry voice and sat down. “We were told to speak about what was happening with no one, that no one but our family should be trusted, and then at the first opportunity you attempt to tell a complete stranger.”

“Otto is not a stranger.” Viserys’s voice was barely above a whisper. “He is my friend, he had been good to me.”

“Of course, he has been good to you, he is a bottom feeder and a liar.” Baelon was looking at her husband like he was an idiot and Aemma could not blame him. Viserys was so easily persuaded by a nice voice and a pleasant smile that he let himself be led by whoever gave him the most attention. “You are a prince and might one day be king. Everyone wishes to carry favor with you and be able to influence you. What I find most disturbing is that you allow yourself to be persuaded so easily by others.”

“What are you trying to say?” At Viserys’s question, Aemma rolled her eyes. 

“I am saying that if you are so easily led then you might not be the best choice to be king.” Viserys’s eyes widened at his father’s words but did not say anything. “You need to be firm on your decisions and not let yourself be influenced by other people. Remember that people have their own agendas and will seek their own interests. It will be your job as king to choose whatever is best for the kingdom and your people.”

She knew that this conversation would take a while longer, with how angry Baelon was he would not allow Viserys to leave until he had gotten his point across. Aemma stood and curtsied to both men. 

“I shall take my leave.” Aemma smiled at her father-by-law. “I wish to see my daughter and spend some time with her.”

Baelon nodded and Aemma walked out before her husband could voice his opinion. She walked down the halls and almost ran into Nyra when she got close to the nursery. The woman gave her a pleased smile, which Aemma could not help but return. Even when Viserys refused to recognize Nyra as their daughter Aemma had no such doubts. There was a subtle resemblance between the woman standing in front of her and the three name day old child Aemma loved so much. There was also something of Aemma in Nyra, Aemma could see her hair and the shape of her mouth in the young woman. 

“Princess.” Aemma nodded to the young woman. “I am pleased to see you, I am sorry I have been busy and have not had as much time as I wish to spend with you.”

“I know you have been busy, you have several duties to attend to and a child to care for.” Nyra intertwined their arms. “I want to apologize for what happened yesterday. I have spoken to my husband about having a stronger hold on his temper, but I do not make any promises.”

“You do not have to apologize.” Aemma walked slowly. “I know how impulsive Daemon can be and I do not believe age has changed him that much.” Nyra let out a laugh before shaking her head. “I should be the one to apologize. I heard of what Viserys attempted to do with Otto and how he also attempted to intimidate you.”

“Prince Viserys is not so different now than he will be in a few years.” Nyra's smile was a bit sad. “It took me a long time to see him for what he was and sometimes I wish I had never seen him that way.”

“I was very young when I met your father and he was so charming and pleasant. He was not like other men I had ever met.” Aemma’s smile was a bit sad. “I do not wish for you to judge him too harshly, for I believe that his character changed due to the disappointment I have caused him.”

“The disappointment you have caused him?” Rhaenyra frowned. 

“Yes, I have failed on my principal duty as his wife. I have not been able to give him the son he so desires.” Aemma’s smile became brighter as she looked upon her daughter, wishing her to be the first one to know the news, especially because Nyra would be able to understand better than Rhaenyra would. “I am hoping that this child will be a boy.”

“You are with child?” Nyra stopped walking and stared at her with wide, horrified eyes. 

“Yes.” Aemma’s smile would not leave her face. “We have been attempting for a while and it has finally happened.”

Nyra’s eyes filled with tears and Aemma was a bit confused, she believed her daughter would be happy for her. That this Rhaenyra would understand the importance of what was taking place. This reaction was not what she had been expecting. 

“Rhaenyra?” Aemma was so shocked she forgot to use the name people knew the woman as. “What is wrong?”

“I know how important you believe having a son will be, but trust me when I say it will not happen.” Aemma almost took her hands away from the woman, but she could tell that Nyra was scared. “I hate to tell you this because I do not wish to cause you pain, but you will lose this child and every other child after this one until you are weak. You cannot allow yourself to fall pregnant once more, when you lose this child you should take a tonic to not get with child once more.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Aemma’s eyes filled with tears. 

“I am attempting to protect you.” Nyra’s hands tightened on hers. “I want your daughter to grow up knowing you, having you by her side.”

Aemma stared at the woman in front of her and could not speak. She had miscarriages before, but she had never known in advance. She had not even told Viserys about her pregnancy and knowing that she would lose the child filled her with sadness. It felt like she could not breathe. Aemma left before Nyra could say anything else, she heard Nyra calling her name cut could not turn around. She needed to think. 

Rhaenyra  Targaryen (talking to Aemma.)

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Chapter 7

       Rhaenyra Targaryen (3 years old.).                                  Daemon Targaryen (19 years old.)

“I should not have said anything.” Damon watched as his wife paced as she kept attempting to make sense of what had happened the day before. “I have done everything wrong, that was not the way I wanted her to find out.”

“Rhaenyra, you cannot blame yourself, this was not your doing.” His wife refused to listen to reason, he had been attempting to get her to calm down since her talk with Aemma the day before. “You were doing what you thought to be best, she will come to accept it.”

“How?” Nyra turned to look at him and shook her head. “How is she supposed to accept it? I just told her that she would never have any other children. The only good thing is that I did not tell her that in just a few years she would be dead.”

“My love.” Damon stood up, not wanting to see her punishing herself any longer. He took her hands, making her stop pacing and look at him. “There was no way you could have said that without her being hurt. Aemma loved being a mother and of course, she wished for more children, but she will understand, just give her time.”

Nyra let out a sigh before wrapping her arms around his waist and lying her head on his chest. He did not like that she was this upset but knew she would not feel better until she was able to talk to Aemma once more. He could not fix this for her, no matter how much he wanted to. 

Nyra moved her head, looking up at him, but refusing to let him go. 

“I do not know what I would do if you were not here.” Her smile was sweet. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He lowered his head, rubbing his nose against hers before kissing her lips. 

The kiss started sweet, as a way to make her feel better. The moment his lips touched hers all of that was removed from his head and the kiss became hungry, his body hardening immediately. Nyra moaned into his mouth, her lips moved under his with the same passion, and her hands grabbed onto his tunic. He wanted her and this might be able to take her mind away from what had happened, at least for a little bit. His hands moved to her face as he started to walk her backward, leading her towards the bed. As gorgeous as she looked in her purple gown, she would look even better out of it. They were almost at the bed when the doors to their chambers opened.

“I am sorry to just barge in, but…” His younger self’s voice filled the room as Damon let go of his wife and turned to glare at the man who had so rudely interrupted. Did people not appreciate his need to be with his wife? His eyes immediately softened when he saw the small girl in the other man’s arms. “I am really sorry, I did not know you were busy.”

“It is not a problem.” Nyra smiled at the younger man before looking at the small girl. “Good day Rhaenyra, I hope you are having a pleasant day.”

“I am,” The little girl’s smile was bright. “My uncle took me flying and now we are going to eat cake.”

“Well, it sounds like you’ve had a very pleasant day.” Both he and Nyra moved closer to Daemon and the small girl. 

“Yes.” Rhaenyra did not take her eyes away from Nyra. “Dragon riding and cake are the most important things.”

Damon could not help but chuckle, bringing the girl’s attention to him. Rhaenyra’s eyes widened as she looked at him before looking at the man who still had her in his arms. 

“Uncle.” Rhaenyra’s arms tightened around young Daemon’s neck and she attempted to whisper. “He looks like you.”

“I know,” Daemon whispered back, before kissing the side of her head. “His name is Damon, he is Nyra’s husband.”

“Why does he look like you?” The little girl was not stupid, she knew something was not completely right. 

“Because he is also a Targaryen.” Damon knew it would not be a good idea to tell a small child about what was happening. She would not be able to keep it a secret for long and it would just confuse her in the long run. “But as you can see he is a bit older.”

“Do not worry, princess.” Nyra took the small girl’s hand and gave her a smile. “He shall be a friend to you. He is my uncle and my husband.”

“He is your uncle?” Rhaenyra’s eyes grew so large they filled most of her face. “Truly?” 

“Yes,” Nyra’s smile was amused. “He truly is.”

The small girl did not say anything but Rhaenyra could tell she was thinking hard. Daemon placed the small girl on the ground before approaching them. 

“I am sorry for interrupting, I just needed to ask about Aemma.” Damon placed a hand on the small of Rhaenyra’s back and watched as Daemon’s eyes narrowed. “She seems upset since speaking to Princess Nyra the day before. I just wanted to make sure you have not told her anything that affects all of us.”

“No, this is not about you or the throne,” Nyra answered. In a way it was, but Damon knew his wife did not care about that. She just wanted to save her mother. “It was just something I needed to say, but once she feels better I would like to speak to her and clarify some things.”

Daemon opened his mouth, but before could say anything he frowned and looked down. Damon and Nyra followed his gaze, looking at the small girl who was tugging on his trousers. 

“I have decided.” Her voice held all the reassurance a three name day old child was capable of. “Once I am bigger I will wed you, uncle.” 

“What?” Daemon’s eyes widened as he stared at the child. Damon had to press his lips together to stop himself from laughing, while Nyra covered her mouth. “What do you mean you will wed me?”

“Well, Nyra is wedded to her uncle because they are both Targaryens and we are also Targaryens.” Her tone of voice said she believed Daemon to be slow. “Which means that we can wed once I am older.”

“Little dragon, is not as easy as that.” Daemon looked a bit panicked at the idea of his tiny niece looking at him that way. Damon knew he felt guilty, Damon had felt a bit guilty also the first time he noticed his wife as a woman. “Remember, I am already wed to Lady Rhea.”

“Oh.” Rhaenyra frowned for a moment. Damon knew his younger self did not give a damn about Rhea, but it was the only excuse he could find right now to reject Rhaenyra without hurting her feelings. Then Rhaenyra just shrugged while looking up at her uncle. “It will be well, Syrax will be large in a few years, she can eat Lady Rhea and then we can be wed.” Nyra covered her mouth as a laugh escaped her, while Rhaenyra’s smile was bright. “I will tell mama.” 

The small girl took off running before anyone could say anything, while Daemon just stood there with his mouth hanging open. A few seconds passed and the younger man did not do anything.

“You might want to go after her.” Damon’s voice was amused. “Before she announces to the entire castle what her plans are.”

Daemon did not think about it twice before taking off after his small niece. He had barely stepped out of the chambers when Nyra and Daemon burst out laughing. He had forgotten what a mischievous child his wife used to be. She had always kept him on his toes and this Rhaneyra seemed no different. 

       Daemon Targaryen (33 years old.)                                Rhaenyra Targaryen (17 years old.)

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4 days later.

Aemma sat under the heart tree and dried her tears. She hated to cry, people already thought her weak and she preferred not to give them any more reasons to do so. She touched her belly and tears filled her eyes once more. She had wanted to believe that what Nyra told her was not true, that she would be able to carry the child to full term and have a healthy babe. Now she was happy she had not told Viserys about it, because two days prior she suffered a miscarriage. No one knew, except for the midwife who had tended to her. Aemma had wanted to speak to Nyra, but she was afraid of what the woman would tell her. She felt awful about it, the poor girl had traveled through time and now her father and mother were ignoring her. 

Aemma had been told by her maids that Nyra had gone to see her several times, but she always said she was busy. She would have to talk to Nyra sooner or later but did not know where to start. The way Nyra spoke made it seem like Aemma would not live for much longer and that thought scared her. What if she died? Who would care for Rhaenyra? While Viserys had always been a doting father, Aemma could see how easily swayed he was. What would happen if Viserys wed a woman who did not like Rhaenyra? She did not want her daughter to grow up with a hateful stepmother and an absent father. Nyra made it seem like her pregnancies were the reason for her death.

“Aemma?” She wiped her face once more before turning towards Baelon. The man looked her over and appeared concerned. “Are you well? You have not left your chambers in two days and you are looking a bit pale.”

“I am well.” She attempted to smile but did not know if it was believable. “I was just feeling a bit under the weather.”

“Did you catch a chill?” Baelon moved closer to her. “Should you be out here if you still do not feel well?”

“Yes, I am not ill. You do not have to worry.” Baelon had always been good to her and treated her well. He had shown that she could trust him. “I was with child and I lost it.”

“Oh, Aemma.” He moved to her and took her in his arms, placing his chin on top of her head. “I am so sorry, I cannot imagine how you are feeling.”

It felt nice to be held by someone, especially someone who did not seem disappointed by her. She had wanted to tell Viserys and have him share her pain, but her husband always seemed so disappointed after one of her miscarriages. Viserys would withdraw and barely speak to her, and she did not need his coldness while attempting to deal with everything. Baelon was warm and understanding. 

“Have you told Viserys?” She shook her head. “Are you planning to tell him?” 

“No, I do not want to deal with his disappointment on top of my pain.” Aemma pulled back and looked up at her uncle and father by law. “He is also upset about what is happening with Damon and Nyra, I do not believe this would go over very well.”

“It does no matter what he is dealing with.” Baelon frowned. “He is your husband and he should be helping you through a time like this.”

“Viserys prefers if I deal with issues like this myself.” She shook her head. “He does not enjoy women's issues.”

“Women's issues?” Baelon looked upset at the thought of Viserys not helping her. “It is not women's issues, it is his issue also. I can guarantee that you did not get with child on your own.”

“It does not matter.” She attempted to calm him down. “He did not even know I was with child anyway. I was going to tell him, but I told Nyra first. She told me I would lose the child and every other child after this one.”

“When did she say this?” 

“A few days ago.” Aemma shrugged. “She was horrified when she found out I was with child and said I would lose every child I carried until I was weak and died. I did not want to believe her, but then I lost the babe a few days later.”

“So, if you continue getting pregnant you will die?” Baelon frowned when Aemma nodded. “Then I believe the solution is quite clear, do not get with child any longer.”

“I cannot, I am supposed to give my husband an heir. Especially now that he might be king one day.”

“You have already given him an heir.” Baelon crossed his arms over his chest. “Rhaenyra is a wonderful girl and she will be an excellent queen. He does not need anything else.”

“You are aware that the realm will never accept a woman on the throne.” And knowing Viserys he would bow down to pressure and do as the lords wanted. “They will not want a woman heir.”

“Who gives a fuck what they want?” Aemma’s eyes widened at the profanity leaving Baelon’s mouth. He had never spoken that way in front of her. “We are Targaryens, Aemma. We are dragons and dragons do not care or bow down to sheep.”

“I know you believe that and I am happy you think my daughter could be the heir to the iron throne.” Aemma’s smile was small as she shook her head. “But Viserys is not you, he will not be satisfied with just Rhaenyra.”

“Maybe it is time I speak to my son and make sure he understands what being a Targaryen means.” Baelon looked disgusted at the idea of his son’s weakness. “It is like he forgot he was a dragon when his dragon died. If he cannot behave like a Targaryen then he should not be king.”

“Can you change the line of succession?”

“Not now, not while my father lives.” Aemma had been thinking similar to Baelon, maybe her husband being king was not the best idea. “But once I am king I can name another as my successor. If Viserys does not behave like a dragon then he shall never sit on the iron throne.”

Aemma was not sure how she should feel, but she knew that the relief that ran through her body at Baelon’s words was not it. She had supported her husband since they had met, but he had changed much in the past few moons, especially since he became friends with Otto Hightower. Aemma did not know what was about that man, but she did not trust him and she did not want Otto anywhere near her daughter. Every time she looked at him she could feel that he would bring them nothing but pain and destruction. 

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Chapter 8

She felt awful since last speaking to her mother Aemma had been avoiding her. Nyra could not blame her, it must feel awful to tell someone you were expecting a child, waiting to be congratulated, just for that person to tell you that you would lose the child. She did not want her mother to suffer like she had in her world and she wanted Rhaenyra to grow up with her mother beside her. She should have found another way to tell Aemma what would happen. But Daemon was right, it did not matter how she said it, Aemma would still suffer. If telling her about losing her children had hurt her mother that much, what would happen when she told her that Viserys would cut her open for a child who would only live for a few hours? The last thing Nyra wanted was to break her mother’s heart. 

There was a soft knock on her door before it opened and Aemma stepped into her chambers. Nyra swallowed and took a step forward before stopping herself. 

“Mot… Aemma.” She gave the woman a small smile and attempted to calm her nerves. “I am so glad to see you and I would like to apologize.”

“Apologize?” Aemma gave her a confused look. “For what? You did nothing wrong.”

“I should have found a better way to tell you what would happen.” Aemma walked closer to her. “I should not have been so abrupt.”

“You do not have to apologize.” Aemma took Nyra’s hands and gave them a gentle squeeze. “I was a bit surprised, but I am happy that you told me. I was prepared when I lost it.”

“What?” Her eyes filled up with tears as she looked at her mother. “You lost the babe?”

“Yes,” Aemma’s smile was sad. “It was a few days ago. I am sorry, I have not been able to see you.”

“Do not worry about that.” Nyra guided Aemma to the settee and both women sat down. “How are you doing? Have a healer examined you yet?”

“No, but one of the midwives examined me. I had the expected bleeding, but not much more than that.” Nyra felt fear when her mother talked about bleeding, she had seen her mother bleed so many times. “I was a bit weak the first two days, but I am feeling much better now.”

“I am so glad.” The relief she felt was overwhelming. “You need to have care and please do not attempt to get with child once more.” Nyra shook her head, not wanting to sadden her mother, but not seeing a way around it. She just wanted Aemma to live. “I am sorry, I wish I did not have to tell you this, but I do not want your daughter to lose you once more. Once Daemon and I are done here I will go back to a world that does not have my mother in it. I would give anything to have her, to have you with me once more. I do not want this Rhaenyra to grow up feeling the same.”

“How do I die?” 

“Aemma, I do not think you should know about it now.” Nyra shook her head, hating this situation. “I do not want to hurt you again. I will tell you, I just need a bit more time.”

“Time for what?” Aemma frowned. “Nyra, I believe you when you said getting with child will cause my death, but I need to know how it happens. I need to be prepared for the decisions you have asked me to make.”

“The decisions I have asked you to make?”

“Yes, you are asking me not to give my husband an heir.” Aemma shook her head. “As much as I love my daughter you know as well as me that the lords will not be happy with a woman heir. And you also know that Viserys will let himself be swayed by the Lord's wishes. I need a good reason to deny my husband his wish.”

Rhaenyra looked at her mother, she was so beautiful and healthy. She did not look pale and sickly any longer. Her mother was strong, just like Nyra had always wanted to see her. She also knew her mother was in the right, Aemma needed to know the truth in order to deny her husband's wishes.

“I do not know how to say this in a gentle manner, for I do not think there is a good way to tell you, so I will just say it.” Nyra took a deep breath and steeled herself, knowing this would be hard. “During your last pregnancy, you were very weak from all your previous miscarriages and by the end of it, you barely left your chambers. Then you went into labor, and after a few hours, my father was called into the chambers. The maesters said the babe was breached and you would not be able to birth it on your own. So the maesters told my father that the only way for you to birth the child was to cut you open.”

“No!” Her mother shook her head as tears filled her eyes. “Viserys loves me, he would never agree to something so awful and barbaric.”

“I wish with all my heart I could tell you he did not agree.” Nyra’s eyes were sad, hating that she was the one who had to tell the woman about her horrible fate. “But he did agree and he did not tell you what would happen. So he sat beside you and held your hand as the maesters cut the babe from your belly. It was a boy, but it only lived a few hours before he too passed away.”

Aemma stood up and started to pace, tears ran down her face. Nyra did not say anything, just sat there and watched her mother paced as she attempted to come to terms with what Nyra had told her. It took a few minutes before Aemma stopped pacing and turned to look at her, Aemma’s eyes were filled with pain and now fury.

“You are telling me that the man who has professed to love me for years, just decides to cut me open for a child who does not even manage to live a full day?” Nyra just nodded. “And no one said anything? What about Baelon or Daemon?”

“When this took place grandsire was already dead and Viserys was king.” Nyra gave her mother a pleading look. “My father had organized a tourney to celebrate his heir’s birth, all of this happened while the tourney was taking place and Daemon was competing. We did not even find out about what had happened until a few hours later.”

“How could he do this?” Aemma looked so heartbroken as she stared at Nyra. Then she frowned. “That is not all, is it? There is something else, I can see it all over your face.”

“Six moons after your death he wed another woman.” Aemma sucked in a breath. “She was not from an important house and did not have much of a fortune to speak of. She started visiting my father’s chambers right after your death. He chose to wed her and angered a lot of people in the kingdom, including the Velaryons.” 

Aemma looked heartbroken and Nyra felt even more guilty. But her mother needed to know what would happen and all the things her father had done. Her mother had to be prepared, she needed to know what would happen if she kept attempting to realize Viserys’s dream.

          Rhaenyra Targaryen (17 years old.)   

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          Rhaenyra Targaryen (3 years old.)

His brother was sulking and Daemon was annoyed, Viserys refused to acknowledge the mistakes he had made when he almost outed what was happening to Otto. Daemon did not understand what Viserys saw in Otto Hightower, the man was a slimy, miserable worm. But for some reason, he could not understand, his brother liked him and enjoyed spending time with him. One of the things that annoyed Daemon the most was that Viserys treated Otto like he was his brother and spent most of his time ignoring Daemon. Viserys was still upset about Daemon's future self and Rhaenyra. He had never even apologized to Daemon for the things he had said during the hunt. He swung the sword once more, hitting the pell hard. 

“You are favoring your right.” Daemon turned to look at his future self who was just standing there. “It is something you will still do for a few more years if you do not correct yourself.”

“Why are you here?” Daemon glared at the older man, annoyed that he was giving him sparring advice. “Do you not have something better to do? Like, fuck your wife?”

“You do not have to worry about that. I can assure you she is very well satisfied.” Daemon’s eyes narrowed, he hated his future self. The man had everything Daemon had always wanted and while it was stupid to hate oneself, he could not help it. “Why are you so angry?”

“I have things to be angry about.” He threw down his sword while Damon just stood there without saying anything. “My brother hates me and believes I am abusing his infant daughter, my grandsire is slowly dying and I am wed to a woman I hate. What reason do I have to be happy?”

“Well, there is nothing that can be done about your grandsire and I am sorry about that, but it is the natural order of things. Your issues with your wife will be solved in time, you will be able to get rid of her when is time.” Damon let out a sigh. “Your brother is a different issue, maybe you should not try so hard to have him accept you.”

“You say that because you do not like him.” Daemon narrowed his eyes. “I do not know why, but since you got here I can see the way you look at Viserys, with anger and distrust.”

“Did it ever occur to you that I have reasons to feel that way?”

“I do not care about your reasons.” Daemon moved closer to the older man, glaring at him. “Viserys is my brother and I love him, I would do anything for him.”

“I know, I was the same. I actually did everything for him.” Damon gave him an angry look. “I raised an army for him, so he would be able to become king without any opposition.” Daemon opened his mouth, but his older self shook his head. “Do not worry about that, I will explain it at a later time. What I want you to know is that after everything I did for my brother to become king, he spent the next ten years exiling me and treating me like vermin. He refused to accept my relationship with Rhaenyra and attempted everything he could think of to keep us apart.”

“It does not look like it worked.”

“What can I say? I can be very persuasive when I need to.” The look on Damon’s face changed, became amused. “And Rhaenyra is not one to let things stand in her way when she wants something.”

“Yes, even now when she is still a child she refuses to let things stand in her way.” 

Daemon was a bit confused by Damon’s comment. Why would people be against Viserys becoming king? Their father would be king once Jaehaerys died and after him, Viserys was the natural heir. It made no sense that anyone would dispute that. The only way people would have any doubts was if their father died before Jaehaerys. Daemon opened his mouth to speak when Rhaenyra appeared on the training grounds, the small girl ran as far as her little legs would carry her and threw herself at him. Daemon caught her in his arms and kissed her head.

“What is wrong little dragon?” Daemon asked as the small girl clung to him.

“Papa is upset.” Daemon chuckled. 

He did not have time to ask her why because Viserys climbed down the stairs and Daemon could not help but notice he was limping. Viserys walked as fast as he was able while glaring at Daemon and Rhaenyra, Aemma was behind him.

“Rhaenyra!” Viserys stopped in front of them. “I cannot believe you did that. You will be punished.” 

“Viserys you need to calm down.” Aemma attempted to calm down her husband. “Yelling at her will not solve anything.”

“You know what she did.” Viserys looked at Aemma like she had betrayed him by not being as angry as he was. “You know she will need to be punished for this.”

“Yes, I know.” Aemma gave Viserys a calming smile and patted his back. “You should go and get your leg examined, I will speak to Rhaenyra.”

Viserys glared at the child for a moment before turning around and limping away. Aemma shook her head as she looked at Rhaenyra who still clung to Daemon.

“You know you should not have done that your father.” Daemon could tell Aemma was attempting not to smile.

“But mama, he wanted to take Syrax away.” Rhaenyra looked at her mother, her eyes wide. “I told him no.”

“Rhaenyra, Syrax is growing larger.” Aemma’s voice was gentle. “She cannot stay in your chambers forever.”

“Why not?” Rhaenyra’s face was stubborn. “I do not mind.”

“What happened?” Daemon could not help himself any longer. “What did she do?”

“Viserys decided that Syrax is large enough to be taken to the dragon pit and we went to tell Rhaenyra.” This time Aemma did laugh. “Rhaenyra refused, Viserys attempted to have the dragon keepers take the small dragon away and Rhaenyra ordered Syrax to bite him. Which the dragon did.”

“Little hatchling, you are a menace.” Daemon laughed, especially after Rhaenyra gave him a large smile.

“I could not let him take Syrax.” Rhaenyra gave him a pleading look. “She might not like it there, it is too dark. What if she is afraid? Who will make her feel better?”

“Well, what if we put her with Caraxes?” Rhaenyra gave him a thoughtful look. “He will protect her.”

“Are you sure?” Her expression did not change, even when he nodded his head. “Fine, but I will need to speak with Caraxes.”

They all three laughed at the serious look on Rhaenyra’s face. Daemon could not wait to see how the conversation between his dragon and his small niece would go. He was also amused when he thought of what Caraxes would do when he discovered that he would have to watch after the small dragon. 

          Daemon Targaryen (19 years old.)                                     Daemon Targaryen (33 years old.)

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Chapter 9

7 days later.

The past few days had been a little awkward between her and Viserys. Aemma had not been able to perform her wifely duties, she just could not bring herself to. Knowing what her husband would do to her in a few years did not exactly make her feel loving towards him. He appeared confused that she did not want to be with him, and Aemma could not tell him what the reason was. If there was something she had learned from this was that her husband could not be trusted to keep things to himself. He had almost told Otto Hightower about Damon and Nyra and Aemma could not take a chance that he would tell the man about what would happen and give him any ideas. For some reason she did not understand Aemma had known that Otto Hightower had something to do with Viserys’s second marriage. 

When Aemma had met Viserys she had been three and ten and he had swept her off her feet. He had always professed to love her more than anything. To know that someone who loved her more than anything could kill her so horribly was a humbling thought. How was she supposed to continue being wed to him with everything she knew? Her lovemaking with Viserys had never been passionate, not like what she had seen between Damon and Nyra. She had seen both of them kiss once and they had appeared to want to devour each other, to crawl into each other's skin. Things with Viserys had been pleasant, but it had not been all-consuming. Her husband did not seem to care much for her pleasure or he just did not know what to do. Of course, she could not be sure since he was the only man she had ever been with that way. She had many questions and she had no idea who to ask or how to ask. 

“I have been meaning to speak with you.” Aemma sighed at Viserys’s voice. Her husband sat across from her and she knew she would not like this conversation. “I think I know why you have not been wanting to attempt to get with child once more.”

“You do?” 

“Yes, I spoke to one of the midwives and she told me about the child you lost.” She tensed, she had not wanted him to know about the babe she had lost. For him to add another failure to her list. “I am sorry, I know that must have been painful for you.”

“Painful for me?” She hoped her voice did not sound as annoyed as she felt. “I was in bed for two days, weak because of the blood loss. Yes, Viserys, it was very painful.”

“I am sorry, you should have told me, I would have been there for you.” She was not so sure about that, but she could not tell him that, not without telling him why she had doubts. “But we cannot let this stop us. We will have more children.”

“Will we?” Her hands fisted on her lap. “Why? Every time I have a miscarriage my life is put in danger. I grieve for the children I have lost, and I do not just get weaker physically, but also in my mind. Why should I want to go through that pain over and over again?”

“I understand, Aemma.” Did he? She was not sure if he understood anything, or if he just did not care. “But we need more children, at least a son. I need an heir.”

“You have an heir.” She narrowed her eyes, wanting to hit him over the head and make him understand what he was really asking of her. She wanted him to see what they already had instead of wishing for something else. “Rhaenyra is our heir, she is smart, beautiful, and fierce. She is everything you could want in an heir and more.”

“But she is not a boy.” The condescension in his voice was annoying her. “You know that the lords will never accept her as heir.”

“Who cares what the lords accept?” She did not understand why he was so worried about other people’s opinions instead of worrying about his own family. “You are a Targaryen, you are a dragon. Why are you allowing people to tell you what you should do?”

“Because we want a peaceful realm.” He was glaring at her now like she was the one in the wrong. “We do not want the same thing that happened while Maegor was king to happen once more.”

“Maegor was a cruel and horrible king.” She glared back at him, she would not back away. “What happened during his reign had nothing to do with him not having an heir. Just because your heir is a woman does not mean the realm will be plunged into war.”

“That is a risk I am not willing to take.”

“So instead you are willing to risk me?” His mouth opened, before closing again. “You will risk my life on the off chance that I might be able to birth a boy. There are no guarantees that any child I might give birth to will be a boy.”

“We have to try, Aemma.”

“No, we do not.” She stood up, not wanting to keep having this conversation. He would never understand. “You are not risking your life, you are risking mine.”

She did not give him time to say anything before walking out of the chambers. She knew the conversation was not over, he would bring it up again when he got the chance. 

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Daemon resisted the urge to laugh as Viserys and Aemma stood in front of his small niece and tried to make her understand that Syrax needed to go to the dragon pit. Viserys was attempting to be sweet and understanding, even when Daemon could tell he was annoyed. Viserys had learned his lesson the last time he had attempted to forcefully remove Syrax from Rhaenyra’s side. Even after what had happened a sennight ago, his little niece had been able to keep Syrax with her for several more days. This time Aemma had asked Daemon to be there when they spoke to Rhaenyra, she knew that he would be able to convince his niece that Syrax would be well in the dragon pit. 

“Come on, little love.” Aemma kneeled in front of Rhaenyra, who sitting on her bed, Syrax next to her. “You will be allowed to visit Syrax whenever you want. This will not be goodbye.”

“Why mama?” Rhaneyra’s voice trembled. “She is fine here with me. I do not want her to leave.”

“But she is growing larger by the day.” Aemma gave the small girl a loving smile. “Before long she will not be able to fit in the chambers with you, and then what will you do?”

“I will move to other chambers.” Daemon had to press his lips together to stop himself from laughing. Rhaenyra’s look was very serious. “That way she will never have to leave, I will miss her if she goes.”

“She will not go too far.” This time it was Viserys who attempted to convince his small daughter. “You will go see her every day.”

“What if she gets afraid during the night and I am not there?” Rhaenyra crossed her arms over her chest. “She needs me.”

“Rhaenyra!” Daemon could see Viserys was getting frustrated and decided to intervene before things went badly, and Syrax bit Viserys once more. 

“Little dragon.” Daemon approached the bed, smiling at his small niece. “Caraxes will take care of Syrax.”

“But Caraxes is bigger.” Rhaenyra gave him a serious look. “What if he gets upset with her? He could hurt her.”

“He will never hurt her. Syrax will be Caraxes’s little hatchling, just like you are my little hatchling.” He ignored Viserys’s choking sound, not wanting to get into a fight with her brother right now. “We can take her to the dragon pit together.”

“Fine.” She gave him a haughty look, which made him chuckle. “But I will need to speak to Caraxes and make sure he will be good.”

“Fine, you can speak with him.” He picked up Rhaenyra, kissing the side of her head. “Let us go now.”

“I do not think…” He wanted to slap Viserys, but Aemma interrupted before his brother could go any further.

“Viserys.” There was a warning in Aemma’s voice. “Let them go to the dragon pit unless you want to have this fight again tomorrow.”

Daemon could tell Viserys was not happy about it, but still let them go. Syrax immediately flew after them, enjoying scaring the people they came across. Daemon decided to take Rhaenyra on his horse, he did not want to wait for the wheelhouse, and he also did not want to let Syrax out of his sight. When they got to the dragon pit, Syrax landed by the entrance, looking inside with curiosity, but not going in. Daemon got off his horse, then took Rhaenyra and walked to the entrance. As soon as the dragon keepers saw Syrax they started to move towards her, making the small dragon screech in annoyance. 

“Leave her.”  The dragon keepers looked at him and opened their mouths, but Daemon shook his head.  “I will handle her.”

The dragon keepers did not appear to be happy, but they knew better than to argue with him. The smile Rhaenyra gave him made it worth it for people to be annoyed with him. They both went inside the dragon pit, leaving Syrax to follow. Caraxes was waiting for them when they made it to the area where he slept. 

“Hello, my boy.”  His dragon made a soft whistling sound, which made the smaller dragon screech.  “I have brought you a friend.”

Syrax moved closer to Caraxes, tilting her head to the side as she looked at the older dragon. Caraxes mimicked Syrax’s movement, looking at the smaller dragon with mistrust. After a moment Caraxes lowered his head to look at the smaller dragon a bit closer. As Caraxes's head approached Syrax, the smaller dragon extended her wings before coughing out a small ball of fire. Caraxes reared his head back, glaring at the small dragon. Daemon could feel how annoyed his dragon was through their connection. 

“I know she is a bit spoiled.”  Rhaenyra gasped, glaring at him and Daemon gave her an apologetic look.  “Sorry little dragon.”

“She is not spoiled!”  Rhaenyra looked at Caraxes, a serious look on her face.  “She just knows what she wants. She is also a bit afraid to be in a new place because my muña and kepa said I could not keep her in my chambers with me any longer.”  Caraxes moved closer to them and lowered his head so he could be closer to the little girl. His dragon had always loved his niece, just as much as Daemon did. Rhaenyra extended her hand, touching Caraxes’s snout.  “Kepus said you would be able to look after her, she might get a bit scared at night and you will need to reassure her.” 

Caraxes gave him an annoyed look as if to ask him what he was thinking, before looking down at the smaller dragon who was attempting to scratch one of his legs and screeching at him. Caraxes glared back at Daemon who was still attempting not to laugh.

“She likes comfortable places to sleep in.”  Rhaenyra continued as if her dragon was not attacking his.  “I have brought her a pillow because she is used to sleeping in bed with me. She also likes to be close so she might sleep partially on top of you.”

“Little dragon,”  Daemon was able to get his niece's attention and made a gesture with his head towards Syrax, who was still attacking Caraxes, now she was biting his leg. Since Caraxes was a lot older than Syrax she could not really hurt him, just annoyed him.  “Syrax is attacking Caraxes.”

“Syrax, stop that.”  Rhaenyra’s voice was firm as she glared at her dragon, who finally stopped at the sound of her rider’s voice and looked at her.  “Stop that, he will not want to watch out for you if you keep annoying him. I have told you to be nice.”

Syrax let out an annoyed screech, before finally stopping what she was doing and taking a few steps back. Caraxes looked between him and Rhaenyra before looking back at the small dragon and letting out an annoyed sigh. Caraxes was not shy, letting Daemon know that he owed him for this, before lowering his head once more. This time the large red dragon waited for the small gold dragon to approach him, before bumping his head against hers gently. Syrax seemed a little taken aback at first, her eyes wide before she threw herself against Caraxes and rubbed herself against him. After a few minutes, Daemon could feel Caraxes’s pleasure at how sweet Syrax was being.

“See?” Daemon smiled at Rhaenyra. “I told you he would look after her.”

“Yes, they seem to like each other.” Rhaenyra returned his smile, before giving him a questioning look. “Do you think they are in love? Maybe they will be mates when Syrax grows up.”

“Hmm…” Daemon was not sure what to say. He did not think it was a good idea to let his niece know that in the future Syrax and Caraxes would be mates. He did not want to confuse the child and have her tell people about it. “I do not know, it is possible.”

“They can be wed, just like we will be wed.”

“Rhaenyra, I have told you we cannot wed.” Even while he looked at Nyra and wanted to fuck her into the ground, he could not reconcile with the fact that the gorgeous woman was his small niece. He did not see his niece that way, to him his little Rhaenyra was an adorable child who made him the happiest. But he could not think of her that way, even thinking about it now made him feel guilty. He gave his niece a small smile. “I am already wed.”

“It is fine, I already told you Syrax will eat her.”

“I do not think that is a good idea.”

“Why not?” Rhaenyra frowned. “If you are worried about Caraxes feeling left out, you do not have to. I am sure Syrax will be happy to share Rhea with him, just like you share your food with me.”

Daemon looked at his niece with wide eyes and his mouth hanging open. Apparently, his small niece still had not forgotten that idea. He needed to explain to her that having Syrax and Caraxes eat Rhea was not the solution. Though, the more he thought about it the more pleasing the idea looked. It was something to think about. If his father would not annul Daemon’s marriage, then killing Rhea was certainly a possibility. He just had to make sure Rhaenyra was not involved. But that would be a fight for another day.  

         Daemon Targaryen (19 years old.)                                   Rhaenyra Targaryen (3 years old.)

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I finally was able to create an image of Baelon and Aemma I was happy with. I hope you guys like them. 

Chapter 10

3 days later.

Rhaenyra sat on the sand as she watched Syrax dive into the water, her dragon was attempting to catch fish. Caraxes lay a few feet away, his long neck stretched out as he watched her dragon play in the water. Daemon sat beside her, smiling as he also watched Syrax play. He had been worried for the past few days and she was starting to get worried also. 

“Are you ready to speak about what has been bothering you?” Rhaenyra looked at her husband and gave him a small smile. “You have been tossing and turning during the night and you are looking worried.”

“There are many things to worry about.” She smiled when he repeated her words back to her. “The relationship between Viserys and Otto worries me. I did not see it before because I was worried about other things at the time. I was so young and I did not care about Viserys’s friends, but now I can see it clearly. Viserys started to change when Otto arrived in Kings Landing. This is when everything started to change, I know Otto is planning something, I can see it in his eyes.”

“Planning something?” Rhaenyra frowned, the man was always planning, but she was not sure what he could be planning for. “What do you think he is planning?”

“I love that you do not question it when I say he is planning something.” He cupped her face and kissed her lips.

“There is nothing for me to question.” Rhaenyra smiled at him. “You have great instincts Daemon and if you say he is planning something then I believe you.”

“I am not sure what he is planning, but I believe it has something to do with my father.”

“With your father?” Rhaenyra’s look was questioning. “What do you mean? Grandsire does not like Otto, he barely looks at him.”

“Exactly.” Rhaenyra was still a bit confused. She had been so small when her grandsire had passed away that there were several things she did not remember. “I always found his death to be a bit suspicious. It was also very convenient for Otto. My father was named Prince of Dragonstone and the hand of the king and five days later he was dead. Once my father died there were not too many people who could take his place. Then my grandsire named Otto as the hand of the king, but my grandsire was very ill and Otto ran things. He had sole power and he knew that if Rhaenys took over she would get rid of him. His only alternative was for Viserys to become king, Viserys was already his friend and trusted that cunt.”

“You believe that Otto did something to cause Baelon’s death so he could be the one in power?” 

“Yes.” Rhaenyra should have found it shocking, but she would not put anything past that man. “It was strange the way my father just died. He was always a very healthy man and he was in his prime, the way he got sick was very strange and it made no sense.”

“Is there a way to find out what happened?” Rhaenyra could not believe her grandsire might have been murdered. She always believed that her grandsire had passed naturally, and to believe that Otto might have something to do with it filled her with anger. “Maybe there is a poison that we do not know about.”

“It could be.” Daemon did not seem convinced. “There has to be a way that we can find out what he is planning.”

“There is a way.” Rhaenyra looked at her Syrax before looking back at her husband. “Who does Otto trust more in the world? Who does he share his plans with?”

“His brother?” She shook her head and Daemon seemed to think for a moment before his eyes widened. “The maesters.”

“Yes,” Rhaenyra nodded her head. “I have always enjoyed studying our history and studying all the small council members. Was it not surprising that maester Runciter had only been in Kings Landing for less than a moon before Baelon got sick and died? And then he immediately becomes grand maester. Was he also not the reason why you were exiled a second time?”

“Yes, he was.” Daemon’s face changed as he realized what she was attempting to say. “He was also the one who treated father and said he had died of a burst belly.”

“Exactly.” Rhaenyra smiled at Daemon. “Now, did Runciter not have an assistant who he trusted with his life?”

“Yes, the man was his apprentice and worshiped the ground Runciter walked on.” Daemon shook his head. “But he would never betray Runciter.”

“We do not need him to betray them.” She pushed a stray curl behind her ear. “I read once that the faceless men were created in Old Valyria, under the fourteen flames. They served the god of many faces, who is also said to be a Valyrian god.”

“What are you attempting to say?”

“We have faceless men in our time, so I am thinking we have them in this time also.” Daemon’s eyes widened as he understood her meaning. “We just need to hire one of them to take Runciter’s assistance’s face. He can report back to us and tell us what Otto and the maester are planning.”

“That means that I will have to travel to Braavos.” Daemon moved closer, pressing their foreheads together. “I do not want to leave you here on your own.”

“I will be fine.” She kissed his lips. “If we are able to get what we need grandsire might be able to live and become king. That will solve a lot of our problems.”

They needed to find out what would happen. There were so many things that they did not know, things that could change everything. Rhaenyra had already started attempting to save her mother, she did not see a reason why her grandsire could not be saved also. Baelon should have been king.

         Rhaenyra Targaryen (17 years old.)                                Daemon Targaryen (33 years old.)

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Her daughter was with Daemon in the dragon pit again. Now that Syrax had been moved there it was hard to get her daughter away from it. She kept saying that Syrax needed her and she did not want the small dragon to feel lonely. Aemma had even gone a few times with her daughter to see Syrax. It was amusing to see how taken Caraxes was with the small gold dragon. He would allow the small golden dragon to sleep on top of him. He would not allow any dragon keeper to approach her or place her in chains. Rhaenyra kept saying how Syrax and Caraxes were mates and would be wed when Syrax was older. Her small daughter then proceeded to tell her that she would wed Daemon when she was older. Aemma had to bite her lip to stop herself from telling her daughter that she was right. She would wed Daemon one day and he would love with an intensity that was scary and overwhelming. That Syrax and Caraxes would also mate, following after their riders. But her daughter was too small to understand. 

“Aemma?” She could not help the smile that overtook her face when she heard her good father’s voice. “I have been looking for you.” 

“You have?” She closed the book she had been attempting to read. “Did something happen?”

“No, not really.” He gave her a reassuring smile before sitting next to her. “Viserys came and spoke with me, he wanted me to convince you to attempt to get with child again.”

“Is that why you are here?” Her body tensed and she attempted not to look as hurt as she felt. “To convince me to get with child once more?”

“Of course not.” He took one of her hands, kissing the back of it. “I would never place your life in danger Aemma. I just wanted you to be aware of what was happening. I do not want you to be taken by surprise.”

“I spoke to Viserys and told him I did not want to have more children.” She shook her head and let out an amused laugh. “He did not care, according to him he needs a male heir for the realm’s security.”

“Did you tell him about what our guests said?” 

“I thought about it.” She had wanted to tell him, to be able to trust him. “But I just could not risk it. We saw what happened before, he attempted to tell Otto Hightower. And after what Nyra said I could not trust him.”

“What Nyra said?” Baelon gave her a questioning look. “You mean what she said would happen if you kept getting with child?”

“Not just that. She finally told me how I died.” Aemma’s eyes filled with tears as she looked at Baelon. “According to Nyra my last pregnancy will be really hard, I will be very weak from all the previous miscarriages. The maesters tell him that the babe is breached and that the only way for him to be born is for them to cut me open. Viserys agrees and does not even tell me, he holds my hand as a man cuts me open for a babe who only lives for a few hours. And then he weds another woman, not even six moons after my death.” She angrily wiped away her tears. “The man who professes to love me more than anything has me killed and then weds a woman who hates my daughter.”

Baelon looked at her without saying anything, he just stared at her. After a few seconds, he took her in his arms as Aemma burst into tears. She had been attempting to be strong since Nyra had told her about what Viserys would do in the future. But it had been a lonely feeling, she did not want to be strong on her own. She wanted someone to tell her she was important, that she mattered for more than just her womb. She did not want to die in a few years, being cut open like an animal. She did not want to leave her daughter alone, with no one to protect her. 

Her good father did not say anything, he simply moved until she was sitting on his lap with her head buried in his neck. She knew he could feel her tears, but he did not attempt to hurry her or tell her that tears would not solve anything. Viserys had always been uncomfortable when he saw her crying. He would usually leave the room or call for the maester to give her something to calm herself. He never held her while she cried. It felt good to be held, to have someone care enough to just allow her to cry. 

After a few minutes, she ran out of tears and then felt embarrassed. She could not believe she had just broken down in front of her uncle and cried all over him. She lifted her head and sniffled, attempting to calm herself down. Baelon’s smile was gentled as he wiped her tears away. 

“Do not cry, Aemma.” He kissed her forehead, his lips felt soft and warm against her skin. “I will not allow anyone to hurt you. You do not have to get with child ever again. Rhaenyra is your heir, she is everything you need.”

“What if Viserys gets tired of waiting?” Viserys had never been the violent type and she had never thought for one moment that he would attempt to take her by force. But then, she never thought he would cut her open for a babe. She was not sure what her husband would be capable of any longer and she did not want to risk it. “He will not stay quiet and forget about his wish for a son. What am I supposed to do? He is my husband, by law I belong to him and he is free to do with me as he wishes. You know that no lord or even king Jaehaerys will stop him if he was to exercise his rights.”

“Aemma, I do not care what the law says or what the lords believe. No one can force you to do anything.” He cupped her face while drying away the last of her tears. “If Viserys attempts to force you to do anything you do not wish to do, you tell me and I will set my son straight. I will not allow you to be hurt.”

“Thank you, uncle.” She gave him a small smile. 

Having Baelon on her side meant more than she could say. Viserys would not defy his father, while Baelon had always been a sweet and gentle father, he also held his sons accountable when they did something he did not agree with. She knew that no matter what Baelon would protect her. 

        Aemma Arryn (18 years old.)                                           Baelon  Targaryen (43 years old.)

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Chapter 11

2 days later.

“When will Damon be returning?” Aemma asked before taking a sip of her tea. “He has been gone for a couple of days and you have not told us where he is at.”

“He is just following a hunch.” Nyra gave her mother a small smile. “I know it feels like we are not telling you much, but we do not want to tell you things before we decide if we are able to change them and cause you all to panic. I know this might be asking a lot, but I want you to trust us for just a bit longer.”

“We do trust you.” Aemma shrugged. “Believe me, after you told me what would happen in my future I understand why you might be hesitant to share the information. After you know something, you cannot unknown it.”

“How are things with Viserys?” Nyra could see the tension between her mother and father. She could tell Aemma was suffering. “I have noticed you two do not speak much anymore.”

“How are we supposed to speak? He does not care about risking my life.” Aemma’s expression was sad. “All he cares about is having a male heir, apparently, our daughter is not enough.” Aemma’s eyes widened when she saw the look on Nyra’s face. “I am sorry, that was not what I meant. Viserys loves our daughter, he loves you.”

“Do not worry, Aemma.” Rhaenyra gave her mother a reassuring smile. “I know what you are trying to say. I have known for many years I was not what my father wanted. It did not matter how hard I tried, or how good I was at what I did, it was never enough for my father. I was not a son.”

“I am sorry you grew up feeling that way.” Aemma’s eyes filled with tears. “I cannot imagine how lonely it must have been.”

“Not everything was bad.” Even after what happened in her family, she still managed to have a happy life. “I had Daemon, he made sure to show me how special I was every single moment. He would bring me the most marvelous gifts every time he traveled across the narrow sea. He would make sure to spend time with me, to teach me about our history and our culture. He would take me dragon riding. Thanks to him I am the youngest dragon rider in our family since the Doom.”

“You are?” Aemma appeared to be pleasantly surprised. 

“Yes, I rode Syrax for the first time when I was seven.” She shook her head as she remembered. “I was attempting to stop my uncle from leaving, so I climbed on Syrax and chased after him. I thought he would faint when he saw me.”

“I can imagine how proud he was.”

“He was, he promised me that he would return soon.” Nyra enjoyed remembering things about her life with her uncle. “And he did, he always kept the promises he made me.”

“I can tell how much you love him when you speak about him.” Aemma laughed. “Your eyes sparkle. I have never seen two people in love the way you two are.”

“I always thought you and my father were in love.” Nyra heard the stories several times from her father, but she understood he was not the most reliable person to tell a story. “My father always used to say you were the love of his life. That no one loved him the way you did.”

“I was so young when I met Viserys and wed him. I have never even looked at another man.” Aemma shrugged. “At this point, I do not know if I am in love or just do not know any better.”

“I am sorry, that must not be an easy way to live.” Nyra let out a sigh. “I do not remember much about the relationship between my mother and father, my mother spent most of the years I remember her in bed with child or weak from a miscarriage. It was strange to see her walking around.”

“That must be difficult for a child.” Aemma gave her a sad laugh. “You saw your mother die a slow and painful death, even if you did not know it. I cannot imagine that placed you in a hurry to have children.”

“No, it did not.” She played with the ends of her hair. “I have always been terrified of the birthing bed since what happened with my mother. I am not sure when I will have a child, I know I need at least one to take the throne after me.”

“What does Daemon think about that?” Aemma looked a bit concerned. “I am sure he wants an heir.”

“Daemon is not worried about it. He told me he would not rush me, that we will have a child when I am ready.”

“That is good, I am happy he worries about you.” 

The way her mother said it saddened her. Nyra could see Viserys had hurt her mother deeply and her telling Aemma what would happen had not helped the situation. Her mother was having a hard time coming to terms with what her husband would do in the future. She was not sure that her parents' marriage would be able to survive this and she could not blame her mother for it. Her father had made several mistakes, and even if he had not done it yet, the way he was acting now was not doing him any favors. 

In the past few days, Viserys had been spending more and more time with Otto and pulling farther away from his family. Nyra was not happy about Viserys and Otto’s friendship, but it was not too different from what had happened in the past. The only difference now was that Viserys and Aemma were arguing and her mother was refusing to have more children. Her grandsire was also aware of his eldest son’s mistakes. Daemon and her presence in this time were changing a few things, but not enough for what the gods needed. She was hoping her husband would return soon with the person they needed. 

         Rhaenyra Targaryen (17 years old.)                                Aemma Arryn (18 years old.)

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Rhaenyra had many questions and since she was only a child people would not tell her much. Except for her uncle Daemon, he was the only one who always told her the truth. There was something wrong with her father, he was acting strange and he and her mother were not speaking much. Most people did not think she noticed things, but like her uncle always said, she was a very observant child. She wanted to know why her father was yelling more and why he was always around that other man who had arrived a few moons before. 

She jumped when Syrax bumped her head against her thigh. She laughed as the small dragon screeched and took one of the small pieces of lamb meat her uncle had given her in a small container and held it out to Syrax. Her dragon took her offering before running to Caraxes and placing her small offering in front of him. Caraxes made a whistling noise, it sounded amused and loving, before eating the small piece of meat and rubbing his large head against Syrax. Her dragon seemed happy and well cared for, she was getting larger by the day and she and Carxes seemed to get along. Syrax ran back to her, setting her head on Rhaenyra’s lap so she could pet her. Rhaenyra smiled as she ran her hands over Syrax, the small dragon closing her eyes in bliss. 

“We have been here for three hours.” Her uncle approached her, hands on his hips. “That is not counting the two hours we spent dragon riding. Your parents are going to think I stole you away.”

“They know you would not do that.” She laughed, knowing that her mother trusted her uncle to take care of her. “Do we have to return?”

“Yes,” Her uncle’s expression was amused. “You cannot sleep here.” 

“Why not? I shared my chambers with Syrax, she does not mind sharing hers with me.”

“Yes, but she is not the only one who sleeps here.”

“Caraxes will not mind it either.” She gave her uncle a haughty look. “He loves me too.”

Daemon laughed and just shook his head. After a few minutes, she said goodbye to Syrax and Caraxes before following her uncle. They headed back to her castle where she would have to go to her lessons. She was not happy about that, but if she did not go her mother would be upset and would not allow her to eat dessert.

They made it back to the castle and her uncle left a guard watching her while she spoke to one of the knights about something she was not privy to. Rhaenyra stood in the courtyard, waiting patiently until she saw her father and ran to him. 

“Papa!” She laughed as he went to his knees and gave her a hug.

“I have missed you, I barely see you anymore.” He pulled away from her and ran a hand over her head. “Where you at your lessons?”

“No, Uncle Daemon took me to the dragon pit.” She gave her father a wide smile. “We visited with Syrax and he took me flying on Caraxes.”

“Why were you with Daemon?” Rhaenyra frowned at her father’s voice change, he sounded upset. “I told you not to be alone with him, you are only allowed to be with him if your mother or I are present.”

“Mama said I could go.”

“Well, I said you could not and I am the one who is in charge.” She did not like his tone of voice. “Now, you will do as I say and you will not spend time with Daemon. Am I making myself understood?”

“No!” She narrowed her eyes at her father. “I love Uncle Daemon and he loves me!”

“Rhaenyra! You will do as I said.” Her father’s voice sounded even angrier. “Do not make me punish you.”

“No, papa!” She was not going to do what he asked, he was being unreasonable and she did not like it. "I am his little dragon."

“I am tired of your misbehavior.” His hand closed over her arm and yanked her closer, hard. She cried out and his hand tightened even more. “You will obey me Rhaenyra!”

“You are hurting me, papa.” Tears ran down her face when he shook her. His hand was so large it wrapped around her entire arm. He was scaring her.

He shook her once more and opened his mouth to say something, but was not able to finish. A hand, larger than his closed over his wrist making him let go and Rhaenyra took a few steps back, almost falling on her bottom. Tears still covered her face. 

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Daemon finished talking to the knight and sent the man on his way. He needed to find Aemma and drop off his adorable little charge before she convinced him to do something else that would get him into trouble. They had only been supposed to go flying and instead, she had convinced him to spend a few hours more in the dragon pit so she could be with Syrax. Aemma would not be happy with him, but Rhaenyra’s smile made it worth it. He was turning around a corner when he heard Rhaenyra’s voice.

“You are hurting me, papa.” His niece’s voice was teary. 

Daemon took off running and he felt the urge to kill his brother when he saw Viserys shaking Rhaenyra. Daemon was on him before the man could react, his hand closed around Viserys's wrist and he squeezed until Viserys grunted and let Rhaenyra go. He did not think twice before grabbing his brother by the collar and raising him to his feet. Daemon slammed his fist into Viserys’s face and he would have smiled at the way his brother fell and clutched his nose.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He had passed upset a while ago and gone directly into fury. “How dare you put your hands on her?”

“She is my daughter!” His brother glared at him. 

“That gives you no right to hurt her.” Daemon glared at him. “If you put your hands on her again it will be the last time you have hands. Now, leave!” 

Viserys’s face changed a bit, and Daemon could tell Viserys was sorry, but he did not care. Once Viserys was gone Daemon turned around and moved to Rhaenyra, taking her arm in his hand and pulling back the sleeve of her gown. Daemon’s eyes flared when he saw the bruises on her small, pale arm. He picked her up, running a hand over her back as she sobbed her little heart out. 

“He hurt me, kepus.” His small niece sobbed, he could feel her tears against the skin of his neck. “He was mean.”

“I am sorry, little dragon.” He kissed her head, hating that she was upset when she had been so happy a few minutes later. “I will speak to my father and he will fix your papa.”

Her hands tightened around his neck as she sobbed and he wanted to kill his brother. Daemon was not sure what Viserys’s problem was, but he had made a big mistake. He would have to speak to his father and make him aware of what had happened. Daemon would also make it clear to his brother that he would kill him if he ever touched Rhaenyra again.  

          Rhaenyra Targaryen (3 years old.)                                   Daemon Targaryen (19 years old.)

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Chapter 12

Baelon attempted to calm himself down as he walked to Viserys’s chambers. When Daemon had gone to him and told him what Viserys had done he had a hard believing it. He had never known his son to be violent or to hit Rhaenyra, then he had seen the bruises on his granddaughter’s arm, and fury had filled his body. Viserys should have known better than to treat a small child that way. The small girl had not stopped crying, only calming herself when she was in Aemma’s arms. His niece and good daughter had been furious also but refused to leave her child alone. Baelon had disciplined his children before, but never in that way, that was not the way he had raised Viserys and Daemon. The guards saw him coming and opened the doors to Viserys's chambers without him having to say anything. When he entered the chambers and saw Otto with Viserys he was even more upset.

“Get the fuck out!” Viserys immediately stood up and Otto looked at his son, making Baelon want to punch him. He glared at the man. “Did you not hear me? I said GET OUT!”

This time Otto jumped and almost ran out of the room. Baelon just glared at his son and noticed Viserys would not look at him. His son cleared his throat. 

“Father, I…”

“I do not want to hear it.” His voice was harsh. “Because I am afraid if I listen to what you have to say I will beat you until you cannot stand.” Baelon looked at the man he had raised and shook his head. “What were you thinking?”

“I was disciplining my daughter.” Viserys still would not look him in the eye. “Daemon had no right to intervene.”

“Daemon had every right to intervene.” Where had his gentle son gone? “What happened to you? You were gentle and loving.”

“Nothing happened to me.” This time Viserys did look at him. “I thought this was what you wanted, for me to be stronger.”

“This was not what I meant when I asked you to be strong.” Viserys was not supposed to behave this way. “I wanted you to be decisive and to care about your family, not to hurt them. How could you hurt Rhaenyra? She is just a child, she is your daughter and you left bruises on her arms.” 

“I did not mean to hurt her.” His son looked like he was about to cry. “I did not realize I was holding her so tight.”

“You did not realize you were holding her so tight?” Baelon moved fast, snatching his son's hand and squeezing until Viserys flinched. “You are a man and this is uncomfortable for you. What did you think a hold like this would do to a small child like Rhaenyra, whose small wrist can fit in your hands twice over?”

“I…” Viserys flinched when Baelon squeezed harder.

“And then you shook her.” He hated doing this, he was not someone who enjoyed hurting other people for no reason. “Do you have any idea how horrible she must have felt when her father attacked her? She has not stopped crying since then.”

“I did not mean to.” Baelon let go of Viserys's hand. “I will go and see her now.”

“No, you will not.” Baelon grabbed the side of his son’s head, making Viserys look into his eyes. “I know that discovering what Daemon and Rhaenyra’s relationship would be in the future shocked you, but I need you to move on from it. Think that Rhaenyra has someone who loves her more than anything, who adores her and cares for her. Why is that such a bad thing?”

“Daemon is another Maegor, he will never be good enough for Rhaenyra.”

Baelon’s eyes widened as he let go of his son’s face and took a step back. Having his eldest son compare his youngest son to the cruelest Targaryen king in history felt like a direct blow to the chest. 

“Why would you ever say that? Why would you even think it?”

“Daemon is dangerous and chaotic, he does not think before he acts and he only cares about power.” 

“Who has told you such lies?” And how could Viserys believe them? “Daemon is your brother and he has always worried about you and this family. I do not deny that he is a little chaotic, but he would never act like Maegor did and kill his family for the throne.” 

“You do not know that.” Viserys’s voice was so low that Baelon had trouble hearing it.

“You have disappointed me greatly Viserys, I never expected you to treat your family this way.” Baelon shook his head. “I will not allow you to hurt Rhaneyra or Aemma any longer. From this moment you shall not see either of them any longer, at least until I can be sure you will not do anything that would cause them harm.”

“You cannot do that!” Viserys appeared to have lost his fear, lifting his head and glaring at Baelon. “They are mine, by law they belong to me.”
“They are not your property, they are your family.” Baelon took a step closer to his son. “You do not own them and to be honest, even if you did, you still would not deserve them.”

“That is not fair.” Viserys clenched his fists. “I will take this to the king, he will agree with me.”

Baelon was on Viserys before the man had time to finish his sentence and slammed him against the wall. While Viserys was much younger, Baelon was over a head taller than his eldest son and his shoulders were twice as wide. Viserys knew he could not win against his father.

“Do not threaten me, Viserys.” Baelon did not miss the way his son flinched. “My father will not be on your side, no matter what you say. Now, you can either comply with my wishes or I will exile you to Dragonstone while Aemma and Rhaenyra stay here, under my care.”

“Yes, father,” Viserys answered submissively. 

Baelon let go of his son before turning on his heel and walking out of his chambers.  

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Nyra had been a bit shocked when Daemon appeared with a crying Rhaenyra in his arms. The little girl sobbing so hard that she could not be understood. Daemon had explained what happened and Nyra had not missed the fury on Aemma’s face. Nyra had been even more horrified when she had seen the bruises on Rhaenyra’s arm. Even while her father had been a weak man, he had never been violent. Rhaenyra would not let go of Aemma, only calming when she was in the woman’s arms or Daemon’s. Nyra knew the child was not crying because of the pain, she was hurt because she did not understand why her father had treated her that way. 

Nyra had left Emma’s chambers once the small princess had fallen asleep. Both of them would need rest and Rhaenyra was still attempting to figure out some things. She turned a corner and saw Daemon standing on the balcony looking in the distance. He appeared to be deep in thought and she could see he was still upset. She moved a bit closer, smiling when he spun around, she had never been able to sneak up on him. 

“I would have thought you would be in the street of silk by now.” She was attempting to lighten the mood, she felt bad for Daemon and what he must be going through. “That was the way you used to let out your anger.”

“What about now?” Daemon tilted his head, his gaze curious as he looked her up and down. “Does your husband still end his night on the street of silk?”

“My husband is smarter than that.” The amused expression did not leave her face as she moved to stand next to him. “He does not have any need to go looking for other women. I make sure to fulfill all his desires.”

“That must get tiresome.” Daemon looked at her for a moment before letting out a sigh. “He has never done this before. I could not believe it when I saw it.”

“Sometimes people react in unexpected ways when there is something they are not able to control.” She did not need to ask him what he was referring to. Daemon had been breathing fire since the issue with Viserys. “Viserys had always been jealous of you, in one way or another. The only thing he could ever boast about was the fact that he was king.”

“Did your father ever treat you that way?”

“No, but my father never knew I would wed his brother either.” Nyra could not help but smile at Daemon’s look. “My father always knew my uncle and I had a deep connection, but he never imagined how deep it went. By the time he realized what was happening, I was already a woman grown and there was little he could do to control me. I have never been one to follow the rules.”

“Damon told me once that Viserys had attempted everything possible to keep the two of you apart.”

“He did.” Rhaenyra shook her head in amusement. “But it did not work for him. In the end, he had to accept that no matter what he said or did I would choose Daemon. I would always choose Daemon.”

She did not even realize she had called her husband by his real name until she saw the look in the young Daemon’s eyes. It was the same look she had seen before, desire and yearning, but this time there was something more, something she could not put her finger on. 

Nyra did not have time to even attempt to decipher it before Daemon’s mouth was on hers. Her first instinct was to give in, this was her husband after all, well, a younger version of him, but still him. Her hands went to his chest and she gave him a hard shove, wiping her mouth as she glared at him.

“Have you lost your senses?” She glared at him, noticing he did not look the least bit apologetic. “Do you want to die?” 

“Why would I die?” He looked amused as he lowered his voice, making sure they were not heard. “I am your husband, well, a younger version of him.”

“Well, that older version of you would kill you if he discovered you dared kiss me.” She glared at him. 

“I never knew I was so possessive of a woman.”

“That is because you are used to dealing with whores.” He was lucky Damon was not in Kings Landing. He would kill his younger self for kissing her and then she was sure the gods would kill her husband for ruining their plans. “You should stop wishing for something that is not yours.”

“Not yet,” He let out a laugh making her glare even harder at him. “But according to you and your husband, you will belong to me one day.”

“That day might never come if you keep acting the way you have.” It was amusing and frustrating when he behaved that way, it was the same way her husband would behave when he wanted something. “Just remember that the version of me that will be yours is still three name days old, so you will have to wait for a while.”

This time it was her who laughed when his eyes widened in horror. She knew he had a hard time looking at Rhaenyra and seeing Nyra in her. Daemon refused to look at his tiny niece knowing that the woman he desired was also her.  

         Rhaenyra Targaryen (17 years old.)                                    Daemon Targaryen (19 years old.)

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Chapter 13

Rhaenyra did not want to wake up, she was warm and enveloped by her husband's smell. She felt his arms tightened around her and smiled against his chest. She had missed him, she hated that he had left and she had to stay behind. One of the few good things about being in the past once more, besides seeing her mother and grandsire was that she and Daemon did not have any duties. They could spend a lot of time together. She liked this dream. 

Her eyes snapped open and she gasped, throwing herself away from the body on the bed when she felt a hand squeeze her ass. That had not been part of the dream. 

“What is wrong, my love?” Daemon lay on the bed smiling at her. “Did you not miss your husband?”

“You are back!” She threw herself in his arms, kissing him until they were both out of breath. “I am so happy you are here.”

“That is not the impression I got when you jumped away from me.” He laughed. “Is there something I should know?”

“No, I was just a bit confused.” She shook her head. “I did not know you had returned, I believe you might have been your younger version.”

“My younger version?” Daemon’s amusement left his face as he gave her a questioning look. “Why would he be here?”

“Something happened last night and I was not sure if he would be stupid enough to attempt to play games.”

“What happened last night?” Daemon sat up in bed, he did not look pleased. 

“It was not as bad as you are probably imagining.” Rhaenyra smiled and attempted to calm down her husband. She did not want the gods to punish Daemon for killing the younger version of himself. “He kissed me, it just lasted for a second and I pulled away immediately.”

“He kissed you?” Daemon’s eyes flashed, he was fighting between his need to possess her and his need to beat younger Daemon. “Now, that does not make me very happy. I will teach him a lesson, but first I believe I should remind you who you belong to.”

Rhaenyra was kneeling on the bed and she did not dare move as Daemon placed a palm on her stomach, caressing the silk of her white nightgown. She did not refuse to move out of fear, but out of desire. Daemon would never hurt her, he might fuck her into submission, but he would not hurt her. His face moved closer to hers and he placed a kiss below her ear, running his nose along the side of her neck. She loved how warm he felt and made a small sound to show him how much she liked what he was doing. Daemon’s hands moved down the front of her body, brushing over her breasts. She could not help but gasp as his thumbs pressed over her taut nipples. 

Daemon removed her nightgown in just two moves, leaving her bare to his eyes, before removing his clothes. He then took her in his arms and threw her down on the bed, before pulling her earlobe between his teeth. Rhaenyra’s back arched, her body rubbing against his.

“I do not enjoy knowing that another man kissed you.” He caressed her naked breasts, before pulling a nipple into his mouth. “Even if you pulled away it still makes me want to punish you for placing yourself in a position where another man could kiss you.”

“You just enjoy finding reasons to punish me.” Her words ended in a gasp as he bit her nipple in retaliation. 

“Do not speak back to me.” He thrust a finger inside of her, hard. Her hips came off the bed. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me.” She moaned as he pumped his fingers, rolling his thumb over her clit. “Please.”

“I know, you want me to fuck you.” He twisted his fingers inside of her. “Your body makes that very clear, your juices are dripping down my hand. Your pretty little cunt is tightening around my fingers, begging to be fucked. What I want to know is how you want me to fuck you.”

“Behind me.” She did not hesitate for even a second. Daemon wanted to punish her and Rhaenyra loved it when he punished her. “I want you behind me.”

Daemon flipped her over without saying anything, his hand landing a stinging slap on her ass before she had time to react. He moved her until she was in the position he wanted, and placed one of the pillows under her belly. He moved her hair to the side, kissing her shoulder and the back of her neck. She felt the tip of his cock run along her dripping folds and lifted her hips to press against him. He would not enter her, which was making her a little desperate. He laid his cock along the lips of her cunt, pressing down and creating enough friction to drive her a bit insane. It felt so good, but it was not enough. He rubbed himself against her, making pleasure consume her. 

“Daemon, please!” If he wanted her to beg she would be more than happy to. 

She felt his smile against her shoulder a second before he buried his cock inside her. He did not bother with easy strokes, his cock slammed into her over and over again. 

“Fuck Rhaenyra, nothing in this world feels better than you.” One of his hands squeezed her hip as he used his other hand to brace himself, fucking harder into her. “You are mine, Rhaenyra, only mine.”

She did not point out that the man who had kissed her was only him, just a younger version of him. She knew that comment would not go over well. 

Her entire body shook as his cock pummeled into her, her hands fisting on her sheets, needing something to hold on to. He landed two hard slaps on her ass and her body exploded, her juices dripping down her thighs and her husband’s cock. Daemon jerked against her and groaned into her neck. Warmth filled her as her body continued to tremble, her husband’s lips landing small, soft kisses against her shoulder. 

Rhaenyra knew this was not over, Daemon might have taken most of his frustrations out on her, but he would not calm down until he punished his younger self. Daemon did not care that he was upset at a version of himself, or that he would have done the same thing years before. All he could see now was that someone had messed with something that belonged to him. Daemon had only been possessive of very few things in his life, and the thing he was more possessive of was her. 

          Rhaenyra  Targaryen (17 years old.)                                Daemon Targaryen (33 years old.)

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He had always enjoyed fucking his wife, especially when she would allow him to just take her as he wished. Rhaenyra was just like him, she enjoyed playing games in bed, allowing him to do things to her. Damon had been angry when he discovered Daemon had kissed his wife. The man should have known better, but he was not angry at Nyra. He just wanted an excuse to punish her and knew she would be more than happy to allow him to. Now, all he wanted was to beat some sense into his younger self. 

He found Daemon in the training grounds, he was sparring with one of the knights. 

“I was under the impression you enjoyed a challenge.” Damon took one of the sparring swords before walking closer to the two men. “Want to train with me?” 

“I would be honored.” Daemon gestured for the other man to leave before smiling at him. “I will be the only person in the world who will be able to say he fought himself, literally.”

Damon did not say anything, just waited for the younger version of himself to attack. Daemon did not disappoint, moving quickly and swinging with the sword with impressive speed. Damon smiled, moving aside before his younger self could touch him and slapping the flat of his sword on the back of Daemon’s legs. 

“You might be a bit slow.” His younger self was a hothead, just like Damon had been at that age. According to his wife, he was still a hot head, but he was better at controlling his emotions than his nine and ten name day old self was. Damon laughed, noticing the annoyance on Daemon’s face. “I thought you said I was the old one.”

Daemon rushed towards him, but he did not move aside this time. Once the younger man was close enough, he slammed his fist into Daemon’s face, enjoying the way he hit the ground. 

“What the fuck?” Daemon glared at him, as he held a hand over his left eye. “What do you think you are doing?”

“I was just sparring.”

“It looks to me like you are angry.” Daemon stood up, glaring at him. “You are looking for an excuse to attack me.”

“An excuse? I do not need an excuse.” Damon’s slammed his fist on Daemon’s stomach, making him grunt and double over. “You gave me the perfect excuse when you decided it was a good idea to kiss my wife.”

Daemon threw a punch, which Damon blocked, before slamming his fists into the other man’s eye. 

“What you seem to forget is that I am you, an older version of you.” Damon threw the younger man to the ground before straddling him. “You are a great fighter, one of the best. But I know your every move, while I have acquired a few new ones that you have yet to learn.” He gripped Daemon’s hair, pulling until the man was looking at his face. “If you ever touch my wife again, I will kill you.”

Damon stood up and left the other man groaning on the ground. This time he had let Daemon get away with just a few bruises, he knew he could not kill him, the gods would not be happy and the world might end. But he would not allow the younger man to make a move on his wife ever again. He hoped that Daemon had learned his lesson. 

  Daemon Targaryen (Fighting his younger self.)                    Daemon Targaryen (19 years old.)

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Chapter 14

3 days later.

“Is there a reason why my son is walking around with bruises on his face and abdomen?” Damon just shrugged, not saying anything, but not looking apologetic either. “I was told you two fought on the training grounds.”

“I would not call it a fight. We were sparring and I decided Daemon needed to be taught a lesson.”

“Is there a reason why he needed a lesson?” He could see it on Damon’s face, something had happened. “Oh Gods, what did he do now?”

“He kissed my wife.” Damon narrowed his eyes. “And I do not mean in the cheek.”

Baelon let out a tired sigh, in the past few weeks it felt like his sons were attempting to make his life harder for no reason. Viserys was sulking around the castle, annoyed that he could not approach Aemma and Rhaenyra. He had been spending even more time with Otto and Baelon was not happy with how his son was being affected by the other man. Then Viserys had made a request which had perplexed Baelon, he did not know how he was supposed to tell Aemma about it. As much as he would like to kick Otto out of Kings Landing he could not without a valid reason. For some reason, he could understand his father also liked the man and believed he would be good for the kingdom. While Daemon had decided it was ok to go around and kiss another man’s wife. Well, technically, it was Daemon’s wife, but not yet. Gods, this was all so confusing that his head hurt from thinking about it too long. His youngest son should have known better, especially knowing who Nyra’s husband was. 

“I am sorry.” Damon just shrugged again, apparently now that he had beaten Daemon he was not as angry any longer. “Sometimes I think my sons are attempting to find out how far they can push me before I snap.”

“Yes, Nyra told me about what Viserys did.” Damon crossed his arms over his chest. “I wish I could tell you that is the worst thing Viserys will do, but is not.”

“Yes, Aemma told me about what Nyra said to her about how she died.” He had trouble believing that Viserys would kill Aemma for a son until he had made that request a few days ago. “I cannot believe Viserys would hurt Aemma. She is so beautiful and sweet and she always smells like lilacs.” Baelon stopped speaking when he noticed the way Daemon was staring at him and the amused look on his face. “What?”

“Nothing.” The older version of his son let out a laugh. “I just never realized how closely you watched Aemma.”

“Well, it is my job to protect her.” He could not see why that would be confusing. “She is my good daughter and my niece, she is also the mother of my only grandchild.”

“That is true.” Baelon did not understand the look on Damon’s face, but it made him a bit uncomfortable. “Have you ever thought about marrying again?”

“What?” He was not sure where the question had come from. “Why are you asking that?”

“I am curious, I never asked my father about it.” Damon tilted his head to the side. “I know you loved my mother fiercely, but at this point, it has been five and ten years since she passed. Do you not want another woman?”

“Since I know the reputation my youngest son has I am sure it is the same reputation you had before you wed Rhaenyra, I am sure you are aware I do not need to be wed when I want to bed a woman.”

“No, but that is different.” Baelon was not very comfortable with the conversation, but Damon did not seem to want to stop. “Are you not lonely? You could have more children, you are still young.”

“I am happy with the way things are now.” He had more important things to worry about than getting a new wife.

“Well, this is… OW!” Damon jumped to the side and Baelon’s eyes widened when he saw Rhaenyra with a stick on her hands, hitting Damon’s leg. The older version of his son was attempting to get away from the small girl but was not having much success. “OW! Stop that.”

“No, bad Damon.” She hit him again and kept following after him as Damon attempted to get away. “You cannot hurt kepus.”

“Rhaenyra, stop hitting Damon.” He was able to take the stick away from her and picked her up. The little girl was so furious her face was bright red as Baelon attempted to calm her down. “My love, we have all told you that you cannot go around hitting your family.”

“But he hurt kepus and he must be punished.” Rhaenyra glared at Damon.  “Syrax, bite him.”

The small golden dragon, whom Baelon had not even noticed, screeched and stretched her wings as she moved towards Damon. The small dragon was not able to cause a lot of damage yet unless Rhaenyra ordered her to breathe fire. But the bite would be painful, Viserys had limped for days after Syrax bit him. 

“Rhaenyra, call off Syrax.” Baelon made sure his voice was firm, but not too harsh. “You cannot order your dragon to bite everyone who angers you.”

“Fine!” His granddaughter pouted, sticking out her lower lip as she looked at her dragon.  “Syrax, do not bite him.”

The small dragon backed off, shaking her head and tucking in her wings. Baelon resisted the urge to smile and encourage his granddaughter even more. 

“My love, you cannot go around attempting to punish people without knowing what happened.” Baelon kissed the side of her head. “You should ask first.”

“It does not matter what happened, he hurt kepus and that is not allowed.” Rhaenyra turned her head to glare at Damon. “Go to your chambers, you will not be allowed to have any cake and you will not leave until I say so.”

“What?” Damon laughed. “Where did you hear that?” 

“That is what my mama says to me when I am bad.” Rhaenyra crossed her arms over her chest. “And you were bad.”

“You might think I am bad, but I was just teaching you kepus a lesson. I will not hurt him again.” Daemon raised a hand. “I give you my word.”

“It does not matter, you already hurt him.” She narrowed her eyes. “Grandsire, give me back my stick. I need to hit him so more.”

“No, you do not.” This time he had to laugh. “How about I take you back to your mother and I will return Syrax to the dragon pit. How did she get here?”

“I called her to me.” Rhaenyra looked at him like he was soft in the head. “She can fly you know?”

“You are right, I am sorry. I should have known that.” He kissed her forehead in apology. “Let us go see your mother.”

“Fine, but you should allow me to hit Damon at least once more.” He shook his head and she let out an annoyed sigh, then her face brightened. “Then can we have cake?” 

“Yes, we can have cake.”

He walked away quickly before the little warrior in his arms decided to attack Damon once more. He hoped his youngest son was prepared for the spitfire he would wed one day.

          Baelon  Targaryen (43 years old.).                              Daemon Targaryen (33 years old.)

         Rhaenyra Targaryen (3 years old.)                             

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It felt like her marriage was over, every day Viserys moved farther and farther away from her. Maybe it was her who was moving away from him, she could not tell any longer. It just felt like something had broken and it could not be put back together. She had been furious when Daemon had entered her chambers with a crying Rhaenyra in his arms. She had become livid when she saw the bruises on her daughter’s arm. Her poor babe had cried so hard and she did not want to be placed down. Aemma hated that Viserys had hurt their child that way and all because of his fears. She was sure Otto was feeding those fears and she hated that man even more for that. Viserys had attempted to speak to her once since the incident, attempting to give her excuses as to why he had done what he did. He had also told her that his father was making him stay away from her. Aemma’s answer had been to slap him as hard as she could across the face. Viserys was not the man she thought he was. 

“Has our small warrior gone to sleep yet?” Baelon’s voice was amused as he sat beside her. “Or is she still planning Damon’s death?”

“Well, she went to sleep after I told her several stories and kept planning Damon’s demise.” Aemma laughed. “There was some mention about his cake and she she said something about a stick, but I was not sure what she meant.”

“She hit Damon with a stick several times.” Baelon’s face was amused. “She also sent him to his chamber without supper. I find it amusing how her solution to most problems is to have Syrax bite them and to send them to their chambers without supper.”

“Well, Syrax is the only weapon she has and I have only ever punished her by sending her to her chambers and not allowing her to leave for a few hours.” Aemma shrugged. “So now she believes that it is the way to punish people.”

“She is the most adorable child I have ever seen.” Baelon’s face became gentle. “She truly adores Daemon.”

“Yes, he is one of her favorite people, she believes he is the greatest thing in the world.” Aemma was happy that her daughter had someone she loved so much, someone who loved her just as much. “Seeing Nyra and Damon gives me hope that things will be well, all I want is for my daughter to be happy.”

“And what about you?” Aemma gave her uncle a questioning look. “Are you happy?”

“I am not unhappy with my life.”

“Yes, but that does not mean you are happy either.” Baelon’s look was curious. “Are you happy with Viserys?”

“I feel like I do not know him, like maybe I never did.” She had been thinking about her relationship with her husband since she found out what he would do to her in the future. It was not just what he would do, it was the way he had been acting lately. She did not like what he had become. “He is not the man I wed, but I am not the same woman he wed either.”

“Are you in love with him?”

“I do love him.” Aemma looked at her good father and felt her heart jump in her chest. She was not sure what was about him, but lately, she could not see him the same way anymore. He had become her protector and the person she could trust with what was happening in her life. While she and Viserys moved farther apart, she and her good father got closer. “I do not think things are so simple.”

Baelon was looking at her strangely, like there was something he wanted to say. She knew he had ordered Viserys to stay away from her and Rhaenyra, but there was something else. Viserys and Baelon had met several times in the past few days. No one knew what it was about, but her husband had not looked happy after leaving. 

“There is something I have to tell you.” He moved until he was facing her fully and took her hand in his. “I have decided to disinherit Viserys, but I have not told him yet. My father will never allow me to do it now. I will have to wait for my father’s death and become king, but Viserys will not be king after me.”

“Why?” Is not that she was upset about the news, but she was a bit confused about why he had finally made the decision. “I know you would not make this kind of decision lightly.”

“I did not.” Baelon shook his head. “One thing I have been noticing lately about my son is how weak he is and how easy others manipulate him. I cannot allow him to place the kingdom in danger.”

“Is that all?” The way he looked told her there was something else.

“No, I do not know how to tell you this. I have been looking for a way to tell you this for a few days.” Aemma frowned, not liking where this was going. “Viserys has spoken to me a few times. He is requesting access to you, saying that he needs heirs. He also said that if you will not do your duty then he wants your marriage dissolved so he can wed someone who will.”

“What?” To say she was shocked was an understatement. “He cannot do that, he cannot just dissolve our marriage.”

“He can,” Baelon’s look had become apologetic. “He has already spoken to my father, who agreed to the dissolution of your marriage if you still refuse to bed Viserys.”

“So I have been ordered to risk my life or my husband will leave me?” She stood up and her eyes filled with tears.

“I am sorry, I know you are in love with my son.”

“This is not about love.” She loved Viserys, but she was not in love with him. She turned to face her good father as a tear ran down her face. “You know perfectly well that Viserys could take Rhaenyra away from me and I would not be able to do anything. Once he divorces me I will be sent back to the Eyrie and he could keep Rhaenyra here. I do not want to lose my daughter, he cannot just take her away.”

“Hey, no, do not do that to yourself.” Baelon stood up and wrapped his arms around her, tucking her head under his chin. “I will not allow anyone to send you away or take Rhaenyra from you.”

“But if the king approves there is nothing you can do.”

“Aemma, listen to me.” He placed a finger under her chin and lifted her head, she did not miss the way his eyes went to her lips before he looked back into her eyes. “I will never allow anyone to take you away. Trust me, you will not be going anywhere and no one will take Rhaenyra from you. I promise.”

She looked at him for a moment before nodded, she knew he was being honest with her. He would not allow Viserys to take her daughter away. 

“I imagine that if he wants to divorce me there is someone else he wants to wed.”

“Yes, he wants to wed Alicent Hightower.” The disgust in Baelon’s voice was obvious. 

“Alicent, but she is a child.” Aemma could not help her surprise and disgust that her husband would choose a child. “She is only three and ten.”

“Do I need to remind you that you wed Viserys when you were nine?” 

“Yes, but he was not that much older than me.” 

“According to Viserys, Otto has approved the match.” 

“I can imagine.” She knew how ambitious that horrible man was. “He wants his daughter to be queen.”

“He will not be too happy when he realizes that you have disinherited Viserys.” 

“I do not care.” Baelon ran a finger over the side of her face and she shivered. “I only care that you and Rhaenyra are not hurt by this.”

“Thank you.” She smiled up at him. “I do not know what I would do if you were not here.”

“I will always protect you and Rhaenyra.” His thumb ran over her bottom lip. “I will find a way to keep you here with me.”

She did not correct his choice of words, she wanted to stay with him too. She did not want to return to the Eyrie and leave her family behind. She did not want to leave Baelon behind. Aemma wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest. She liked the way her uncle smelled, like the woods and something spicy. She did not worry, she knew Baelon would be true to his word and not allow Viserys to take her daughter away. 

              Aemma Arryn (18 years old.)                                     Baelon  Targaryen (43 years old.)

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        Rhaenyra  Targaryen (3 years old.)                                     Daemon Targaryen (19 years old.)

She laughed hysterically as Damon told her the story of how Rhaenyra attacked him with a stick before ordering her dragon to bite him. Afterward, she had ordered him to his chambers and told him he could not have any cake. Damon looked sullenly as Nyra continued to laugh, she could not stop herself. The idea of the tiny girl attacking her much taller uncle was hysterical. 

“Stop laughing.” Damon glared at her. “It was not amusing.”

“That is because you cannot see it from my point of view.” She laughed again as her uncle shook his head. “I can see it now, the small girl hitting you with a stick as you ran away from her.”

“I did not run away.” Damon glared at her. “I just walked very fast.”

Nyra burst out laughing again, clutching her belly as Damon just looked annoyed. She wished she could have been there, but being told about it was almost as good. 

“I cannot believe I missed that.”

“You are my wife, you should be on my side and defend me.” 

“Oh, my poor husband.” Nyra cooed as she approached Damon, wrapped her arms around his neck, and raised herself on the tip of her toes. She kissed his chin and then the corner of his mouth. “Was the little girl mean to you?”

“Yes, she was.” He settled his hands on her hips. “That stick she hit me with really hurt.”

“That is so bad.” She took his bottom lip between her teeth and nibbled on it. “Would you enjoy it if I kissed your bruises better?”

Damon’s answer was a groan before his mouth attempted to swallow hers whole. His hands moved to her face, holding her still as the kiss became harder, his tongue twisted around hers. Her body went up in flames as they consumed each other. 

“You both know there are people walking around.” Nyra and Damon broke apart to see Daemon standing there with Rhaenyra in his arms. Daemon’s bruises looked yellowish and his eyes were not as swollen as before. “There are also children present.”

“We are sorry.” Nyra smiled at the small girl, who was glaring at her husband, her hands crossed over her chest. “Good day, Rhaenyra. You look so pretty, I love your braids.”

“Thank you.” The small girl gave her a sweet smile while touching one of her braids. “My kepus braided my hair.”

“Well, he did an amazing job.” The little girl looked so sweet until she looked at Damon, then her look changed. Nyra approached them. “I heard you had a small encounter with my husband the other day and hit him with a stick.”

“Yes, he hurt kepus.” She could tell the small girl would not apologize, not that she wanted her to. “He was mean, like when my kepa hurt me.”

Nyra flinched and she heard Damon suck in a breath. Of course, the little girl would see the bruises and immediately associate them with the bruises her father had given her. 

“Little dragon, I have told you it is not the same.” Daemon gave the little girl a small smile. “Damon and I were sparring and things just got a bit more violent. It will not happen again.”

“Well, he should still apologize.” Rhaenyra glared at Damon, her small mouth tight in anger. “My mama and grandsire say one should always apologize when they do something wrong.”

“You are completely right.” Nyra ran a hand over the child’s hair before looking at her husband. “Well Damon, apologize.”

“What?” Her husband glared at her before looking at his younger self. “I am not apologizing.”

“You are not?” Rhaenyra looked so insulted it was funny. Her glare became even harder. “Someone hand me a stick.”

“No, little dragon.” Daemon gave his small niece an amused smile. “What did my father say about hitting people with sticks?”

“But Kepus, he hurt you.” Rhaenyra’s look said that he should understand why she wanted to punish Daemon. “When my kepa hurt me you defended me and made me feel better, so I am supposed to defend you and make you feel better. I already gave you cake, so you are feeling better, so all I need to do is defend you.” She turned to glare at Damon once more and Nyra had to look away so she would not burst out laughing. “And he refuses to apologize so he must be punished.”

“Damon.” Nyra looked at her husband and gestured with her head, giving him a pleading look. “Just apologize, please.”

Damon let out an annoyed sigh before moving closer to the trio. He glared at his younger self, but she did not miss the way his eyes softened when he looked at the child. 

“I am sorry for hitting you.” Damon sounded like he was choking out his words, but his voice was softer when he looked at the child. “I will not hurt your kepus again, I promise.”

Rhaenyra looked at Daemon who gave her a smile and nodded his head.

“Fine, he accepts your apology.” Rhaenyra’s smile returned to her face and she clapped her small hands together. “Now, we can all be friends again.”

The three adults laughed at how quickly the little girl forgave them. Nyra could not remember being that innocent, but it was refreshing to see that side of herself. 

        Rhaenyra Targaryen (17 years old.).                               Daemon Targaryen (33 years old.)

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Since discovering what her husband wanted to do she had gone from feeling sad to feeling furious. She could understand Viserys not loving her anymore, or his desire to have a son being greater than being with her. What she could not forgive was him doing something that would hurt their daughter so badly. Viserys had not thought about Rhaenyra when he asked for an annulment, he had not thought about anyone but himself. Her grandsire was ill and he did not do much anymore, he spent most of his time in bed. While others ran the kingdom for him. 

Aemma had already put Rhaenyra to bed and was attempting to read a book, but she was unable to concentrate. She had a bad feeling during the whole day and she could not shake it. Something was wrong and she was not sure what she was supposed to do, or if she even was supposed to do anything. The doors to her chambers slammed open and Aemma jumped up. She glared as Otto walked in, followed by two guards. She did not like the look on his face. 

“How dare you enter my chambers in this manner?” She clenched her fists. “This is not the way to treat a princess.”

“You are not a princess any longer, lady Aemma.” The look on Otto’s face was triumphant as he gave her a nasty smile. “The king has dissolved your marriage to Prince Viserys. From this moment on you will be known by your previous title, as Lady Aemma Arryn.”

“Even if I am not a princess any longer, you still cannot enter my chambers this way.” She was not going to back down, especially in front of this man. “I am still a lady from a great house and you have no right to enter my chambers without my permission.”

“I apologize, my lady.” He did not look apologetic in the least. “You will be returned to the Eyrie as soon as it can be arranged. Since Prince Viserys has no other heir than Princess Rhaenyra, she will stay here under her father’s care.”

“You are not taking my daughter away from me.” She hated Otto, she wanted to kill him.

“My lady, it is an order from Prince Viserys.” He took a step towards her and Aemma took a step back, moving closer to the doors leading to her daughter’s nursery. “We are here to take the princess.”

“You will not be taking my daughter anywhere.” Aemma moved until she was standing in front of the doors. “She will be staying with me.”

“I am not here to fight with you, my lady,” Otto smirked at her. “We will take the princess with or without your consent.” She did not move from the doors, she was not going to allow them to take Rhaenyra anywhere. Otto moved closer. “Guards, take Princess Rhaenyra, if Lady Aemma opposes then restrain her until the princess is out of the chambers.”

The guards moved towards her quickly and Aemma braced herself. She was not a warrior, but she would die before she allowed her daughter to be taken by that worm. The guards were almost on top of her when another voice echoed around the room.

“The man who puts a hand on her will lose it.” Everyone in the room froze and the two guards turned around, their eyes widened when they saw Baelon, and immediately bowed. Her uncle, because he was no longer her good father, glared at the three men present in her chambers. “What do you all think you are doing?” 

“My prince, this is…” Otto’s mouth snapped shut when Baelon glared at him.

“I did not ask you, Otto.” Baelon glared at the two guards. “I asked you both a question. What do you think you are doing?” 

“My prince, we are here on orders from Prince Viserys.” Aemma did not miss how afraid the two guards looked. “The prince ordered us to take princess Rhaenyra to him, since his marriage to Lady Aemma was dissolved, the princess will now be under his care as his heir until he has a male son, while Lady Aemma will be returned to the Eyrie.”

“My granddaughter will not be going anywhere, she will stay with her mother. And my niece will not be going anywhere either. Now, I want you both to leave and from now on you will ignore any orders Otto gives you pertaining to my granddaughter and niece. If my eldest son gives you any orders about his daughter you will come to me first. Now, I want both of you to leave.” Both men nodded and left the chamber quickly. Then Otto started to move, but Baelon’s voice stopped him. “Not you Otto, you will stay.”

Baelon looked at her and she could see it in his eyes, he wanted to make sure she was well and had not been hurt. Aemma nodded, but could not help the way her hands shook and Baelon did not miss it. His jaw clenched when he saw it and then he turned his fury towards Otto.

“I told you to ignore my son’s orders.” Aemma frowned but did not say anything. Apparently, her uncle had known about the dissolution of her marriage before she did. “Did you not hear me, or did you not care?”

“My prince, Prince Viserys’s orders were clear.” Apparently, Otto did not know her uncle very well or he would have apologized before leaving. Instead, he believed he was smarter than everyone else in the room. “He has a right to his daughter.”

“Otto, I am the heir to the throne, which means that I outrank my son. It does not matter what you believe his rights are, I am the one who makes that decision. Not my son and not you.”

“My prince, I do not think that is the best decision.” Apparently, Otto did not know when to shut up. 

“I do not care what you think. You will do as I say!” Baelon moved until he was standing in front of Otto. Her uncle moved before she or Otto could even see him and grabbed his neck. Otto’s face became red in just a few seconds as he attempted to remove Baelon’s hands from his throat, but he stood no chance against the prince. Baelon moved his face closer to Otto until his mouth was close to his ear, but Aemma could still hear him. “If you ever enter my niece’s chambers without her permission again, or if you threaten her in any way I will feed you to Vhagar.” Baelon’s grip tightened for a moment before letting go of Otto. The younger man coughed as he rubbed his throat, but Baelon did not show any emotions. “Leave.”

This time Otto was smarter and left without saying anything. As soon as the doors had closed Aemma threw herself against her uncle, she could not believe Viserys had attempted to take her daughter from her. 

“Thank you.” Her voice trembled a little, hating that she had been so weak. “I was afraid they would just take her.”

“I told you, I would not allow that to happen.” Baelon kissed the top of her head and wrapped his arms around her. “I would have been here sooner, but I needed to speak to my father about what would happen now.”

“Is he sending me back to the Eyrie?” She pulled back a little and looked up at Baelon. “And if he is will he allow me to take Rhaenyra with me?”

“You and Rhaenyra will not be going anywhere. You will be staying here Aemma.” His smile did things to her that she did not understand, but it was different, she never felt it before. “Now, go to sleep, I will see you in the morning. There are things we need to speak about.”

Aemma nodded and kissed his cheek, not missing the way his body tensed and he sucked in a breath. She was happy he had saved her once more, she had known she could count on him. 

            Aemma Arryn (18 years old.)                                       Baelon  Targaryen (43 years old.)

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Chapter 16

“Well, things are definitely changing.” Nyra gave her husband a questioning look. “Viserys asked the king for an annulment and he accepted.”

“What?” She could not believe it, her father who spent years professing his love for his first queen had requested his marriage be annulled. “How can that be?”

“Well, since you told Aemma about what would happen in the future after all the times my brother forced her to get with child, she has not been as willing to be in his bed as before.” Damon shrugged. “That meant Viserys could not make heirs, which is the excuse he used to request his annulment.” 

Rhaenyra was not sad because her parents had decided to live separate lives, but she knew that this would not be good for Aemma. Laws were not favorable for women and if Viserys divorced her mother that meant that Aemma would be sent back to the Eyrie so her family could find her another match. It also meant that Rhaenyra would be taken away from her, especially since Viserys had no other children at this time. While she wanted her mother to live, she was not sure this was the best solution. This way, Rhaenyra would also grow up without a mother. 

“This cannot be happening.” She pushed a curl behind her ear. “What will happen to Rhaenyra if Aemma is taken away? She will grow up under the Hightower’s care, I do not believe that is what the Gods wished for.”

“Not necessarily, there is a way for Aemma to stay in Kings Landing with Rhaenyra.” Nyra frowned, not sure what her husband was getting at. “She will have to wed a Targaryen prince.”

“Well, the only Targaryen prince available is a younger version of you.” She glared at Damon making him chuckle. “And I can assure you I would not be happy to share the man I love with anyone, even my mother.”

“I was not talking about myself.”

It took her a minute to realize what he was saying and her eyes widened.

“Grandsire? Have you lost your mind?” Maybe going to the past was affecting her husband’s mind. “You know perfectly well grandsire would never do something like that, he would not steal his son’s wife and he would never wed anyone. Grandsire always loved grandmother and he did not wish to wed anyone else.”

“That might have been true at one point in time, but is not true any longer.” Damon’s smile made her nervous. “My father is interested in your mother.”

“What?” Her eyes widened. “That cannot be.”

“But it is, I did not realize it until a few days ago when he started talking about Aemma.”

“What did he say?” 

“It was not just what he said, but it was the way he said it.” This could not be happening. “The way he looked while speaking about your mother was very familiar and that is when I started watching him and observing his interactions with Aemma.”

“I have not seen them act any different than before.”

“That is because you have not been looking for it.” Damon moved closer to her and took one of her curls between his fingers. “His voice changes when he talks about her, his eyes light up. He is very protective of her and finds any occasion to be near her, to touch her.”

“He loves her, that is not so strange, she is his niece.” She glared when Damon smirked. “I did not mean it in the way you and I are. Their love is different than ours, is a familiar one.”

“Oh, my love, it is not.” Daemon rubbed her silver lock between his fingers. “When he sees her I can assure you that all he wants to do is flatten her against the nearest surface and have his way with her.”

Nyra slapped her hair out of his hand and took a step back. What Damon was saying could not be true. She could not remember her grandsire ever looking at her mother with desire. They had always looked at each other like family, but then her grandsire had passed when she was very young, so her memories were not too clear. She was not opposed to the idea of her grandsire and mother being together, even if it was a bit strange to think about. Especially with the way her father had been acting.

“When did my father dissolve his marriage?” 

“Last night.” Daemon let out a sigh. “Your father waited until it was late into the night before sending Otto and two guards to tell your mother the news and take Rhaenyra away.”

“Did they take Rhaenyra?”

“No, my father interrupted.” Daemon shrugged. “I saw the guards and Otto walking to your mother’s chambers so I went to the king’s where Baelon was and told him what was happening. He got there just in time to stop them.”

“Even if grandsire is interested in my mother that way, there is no way the king would approve it.”

“The king is very ill.” Damon let out a tired sigh. “He spends most of his time taking tinctures for the pain. Grandsire also adores my father and will not deny him if Baelon asks, especially after my father told him everything Viserys did.”

“Even if grandsire and my mother wed, what will happen to her when he dies?” 

“He will not die, not this time.” Nyra knew how much Damon wanted to save his father, just as much as she wanted him to live. “Our spy is already in place and I hired a few more to watch others also.”

She hoped everything they were doing was not in vain, she was hoping they would be able to save their families, the dragons, and the world. She did not want to know what would happen if they failed. 

           Rhaenyra Targaryen (17 years old.)                                 Daemon Targaryen (33 years old.)

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“You cannot deny me my daughter!” Baelon let out a sigh and attempted to calm himself down. Beating his son to a pulp was not something he should do, even if the idea seemed better by the minute. “The law says I have a right to keep my daughter by my side until I have a male heir.”

“Viserys, why did you come into my chambers without asking permission?” He was growing tired of his son’s disrespect. “Get out of my chambers, knock on the door, and wait for me to authorize you to enter.”

“But..” His son did not seem to appreciate that Baelon’s patience had a limit and he was close to reaching it. 

“Now, Viserys.” He glared at his son until Viserys nodded and walked out. A few seconds later there was a soft knock on his door. “Enter.”

This time Viserys did not seem as confrontational as before, he was attempting to hold on to his anger. Baelon allowed a smile to show on his face, he did not have much sympathy for his son, especially after what he attempted to do to Aemma the night before. 

“What do you want?” He did not want to fight with his son so early in the morning. “I have duties I need to attend to.”

“I spoke to Otto and he told me what happened last night.”

“He did?” Baelon glared at his soon as he moved closer. “Then would you mind explaining what happened to me? Because I am still not sure of what took place last night. Once my father approved your annulment I told you to stay away from Aemma and Rhaenyra, I made it perfectly clear that Rhaenyra would stay with her mother. And you decided to ignore my orders and sent guards to the woman who has been by your side for years in an attempt to intimidate her.”

“Rhaenyra is my heir, and she shall stay with me until I have a son to take her place.”

“She is a child, your child.” Baelon narrowed his eyes. “Not something that you can take when is convenient for you.”

“Father, I do not want to fight with you, but you know I am in the right.” Baelon wondered if Viserys would still think that if Baelon slammed his head against the wall. “Just like I was in the right when I told you the king would grant me an annulment since my wife refused to do her duty.”

“I look at you and I wondered when you became such a fool.” Baelon’s tone was amused and he could tell his son did not like it. Maybe, Viserys needed to hear some hard truths so he could understand how things truly worked. “My father did not approve of your annulment because he believed you were in the right, he did it because I asked him to.”

“What?” Viserys looked like Baelon had just hit him over the head. “Why would you do that? You said you did not want me to divorce Aemma.”

“And I did not, I truly believed that you loved her. But then I realized that you cared more about her womb than her.” Baelon shook his head. “I was not going to allow you to hurt Aemma and Rhaenyra any longer. When you started talking about divorcing her I knew Otto would convince you to go to my father and spin a tragic tale. So I went to my father first and I explained a few things to him. That is why when you went to see him the letter for your annulment had already been drafted.”

“Why did you do it?” 

“Because you refused to appreciate what you had, you could not see what was right in front of you.” Baelon felt sadness every time he looked at his son, he could see nothing of the boy he had raised. “I would have given anything to have your mother back, I do not care if she would have not been able to provide me with sons. But all you care about is an heir, not even realizing that Rhaenyra is your heir. She would be a queen anyone would be proud of.”

“But she is not a boy.” Viserys believed that explained everything. “The lords would never accept her.”

“Who gives a fuck what the lords say?” Talking to his son was talking to a stone wall, it was useless. “We are dragons, we do not care for the opinion of sheep. But it seems that you have lost all your fire. There is more andal than Valyrian blood running through your veins and I do not know how that is even possible.”

“You know grandsire would never allow Aemma to stay here now that we are no longer wed.” Viserys glared at him. “The Arryns will find another man to wed her to and she will be gone. She will not be able to take Rhaenyra with her.”

“You should not worry about that.” Baelon’s smile was back. “The Arryns have already agreed to a new match for Aemma and they are much more pleased with the new one. When she weds she will be allowed to stay in Kings Landing with her daughter.”

“Who?” His son seemed angry that Aemma would wed someone else.

“That is not your concern.” Baelon shrugged. “She is no longer yours.”

Viserys did not say anything else before leaving Baelon alone. He knew his son would immediately go to Otto and ask him to find out who Aemma was marrying. But there was nothing Otto would be able to do, no one knew, not even Aemma. He really needed to speak to her and explain some things before she started hearing rumors and getting scared. He wanted to reassure her that she would be well and no one would be taking Rhaenyra away from her. 

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Viserys was furious that his father had intervened with his plans and to discover that the Arryns had found a new husband for Aemma so quickly. He should not be too surprised about the second one, Aemma was a stunning woman and very sweet. He had loved her since the moment he met her and had never stopped, he was not sure he could stop. But Otto was right, a wife’s purpose was to provide heirs and for the past few moons, Aemma had not even wanted to be in his bed, much less get with child. He knew she had a difficult time with her previous pregnancies and the only surviving child was Rhaenyra, but he needed a boy to be secure. Otto kept telling him how now it might not matter that his heir was a girl, but once he was king people would not be happy about it. 

“My prince.” Viserys was happy to have Otto support him, the man was in touch with the people and knew what they wanted. He was also incredibly smart. “I have brought the contract for your marriage with my daughter. I have already signed it and once you have then we can take it to the king.”

“I am not sure my grandsire will allow me to wed Alicent while she is still so young.” Alicent was only three and ten. 

“We can speak to the king.” Otto’s smile was understanding. “I am sure once we explain the situation he will allow the wedding to take place.”

“The Arryns have found someone to wed Aemma to.” Otto’s eyes widened and Viserys was pleased not to be the only one in the dark. “My father just told me about it.”

“Did he say who the man was?”

“No, he just told me not to worry about it.” 

But he was worried about it, his father would not allow him to take Rhaenyra from Aemma, which meant that this man would be near his daughter. He missed his little girl, how sweet and happy she always was. Rhaenyra had a way of making people around her happy, everyone who met her fell in love with her. No wonder she had been nicknamed the realm’s delight. 

Of course, his daughter was not too happy with him right now. He still flinched every time he remembered what he had done, the way he had gripped her so tightly and shook her. He could not get her sweet face, eyes filled with tears out of his head. He had not meant to hurt her, he loved his daughter. Now he could not even approach her, his father made it clear that things would not be pleasant if he did. Even if Aemma was not his anymore, he still needed to know who she would be wed to. He had a right to know who would be in his daughter’s life. He turned to Otto once more.

“I want to know who the man wedding Aemma is.” Otto frowned and Viserys realized his mistake. He was asking the man to find out about his previous wife when he was supposed to be marrying Otto’s daughter. “I need to know who would be around my daughter, we need to make sure he will be suitable until such time I can have Rhaenyra with me.”

“Of course, my prince.” Otto gave him a small nod before handing him the marriage contract he had brought with him. “I will investigate the situation immediately and let you know.”

Viserys looked at the contract but did not bother to read it. He did not want to wed Alicent or anyone else for that matter, he wanted to be with Aemma, she was the woman he loved. But Otto was right, kings thought about the greater good not their own. He had to be a good king for his people and Otto would be able to help him. His marriage to Alicent Hightower would be beneficial for the crown and that was all that mattered.

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She was still afraid that Viserys would send guards to take their daughter again. She had barely been able to sleep the night before, and in the end, she had given up on it and went to her daughter’s nursery. She had spent the rest of her night with her child, watching her sleep. Rhaenyra was unaware of what had happened and Aemma did not want to imagine how her daughter would react to two strange men entering her nursery and taking her away. She had never been more thankful to see Baelon in her life, her uncle had been her and daughter’s savior. 

Baelon had said he would need to speak to her and that made her a bit nervous. This world was not made for women, they were the property of their fathers first and then their husbands. Since she was not longer Viserys’s wife that meant that her family were the ones in charge of her once more and they could wed her to whoever they wanted. She was not sure she wanted to wed someone else, most men would not accept a child from another marriage, much less a girl with a dragon. Aemma would not leave her daughter, she would not go anywhere without Rhaenyra. She was snapped out of her thoughts by a knock on the doors.

“Enter.” Her voice was soft and trembled a little. The only thing that kept her calm was that Rhaenyra was with Daemon and he would not allow anyone to hurt his niece. Aemma felt her entire body relaxed when Baelon was the one who entered her chambers, closing the door before moving closer. “Uncle, I am happy to see you. Have you brought me any news?”

“Yes, I have been contacting your brothers for a few days, since Viserys first brought the idea that he wanted to divorce you.” Aemma stood and nodded, wanting to know what her brother had said. “They agreed to a new match for you if Viserys went ahead with his plans to divorce you.”

“They did?” The fear returned, she knew she could not stay here without being wed to a prince, but it was still hard to hear she would be sent somewhere else so soon. “Did they say who they had chosen?”

“Aemma, I do not want you to be sad,” Her uncle moved closer to her and took her hands in his much larger ones. “You can say no, you do not have to wed if you do not wish to.”

“You know that is not true.” She looked up at her uncle. “If I say no to this person my brothers will find someone else for me to wed, they would not allow me to remain unmarried and be a burden to them.”

“You are not a burden.” She could not help but notice how warm his hands were. “You are a princess and a Targaryen.”

“Not really.” She shook her head. “No one but grandmother ever considered me a Targaryen. I have heard what people say about me, the daughter of Daella, who was a weak and scared woman, so of course I should be weak as well.”

“That is not true.” One of his hands cupped her face and he ran his thumb over her cheek in a soft caress. “You are not weak, you are soft and sweet and there is nothing wrong with that.”

She was happy he did not think her weak, she knew Viserys had. Her previous husband had believed it was because of her weak constitution that she kept losing their children. She took a deep breath and steeled herself for the blow, she needed to know.

“Who did my brothers choose as my new husband?”

“They said that if you were agreeable, you could wed me.” Her eyes grew so wide she was sure they were about to pop out of her head. She had not expected him to say that, she had not even known he was a possibility. Did he even want to wed her or wed anyone else for that matter? She must have stood there longer than she believed because Baelon cleared his throat. “Say something.”

“You are asking me to marry you?” She had to be sure that was what he was saying. She was still surprised when he nodded. “But you do not want to wed anyone. Everyone knows how many women have attempted to seduce you and you have always said you would not wed again.”

“Well, things change.” She could not help but find it amusing how his face reddened at the mention of women attempting to seduce him. “This would be a way for you to stay here and be able to have Rhaenyra with you. You do not have to say yes, but it was the only way I could think to protect you.”

“Uncle, I am very thankful that you wish to protect me and my daughter, but I do not want you to sacrifice yourself for me.” He was sweet to offer, but she did not want to be a burden. “You will be king one day, and if you have changed your mind about marriage then you should wed someone you can love and who can give you children.”

“Aemma, I have not changed my mind about marriage with anyone else.” His finger moved over her face again. “Just with you. I want to protect you and this is the best way I can think of.”

“Are you sure?” Baelon had been so good to her, she did not want him to be miserable.

“Yes,” His smile was reassuring. “I have spoken to my father already and he has approved the match, if you are agreeable.”

“Are you even attracted to me that way?” His expression became amused and her face reddened. “Because we will have to… uhm…”

“The only time we will have to bed each other is to consummate the marriage so it will be legal.” He placed a finger under her chin and raised her head so she was looking at him. “I will not force you to be with me if you do not wish to.”

To be honest, she did not think she would ever want to. Not because of anything her uncle had done, but because she did not see the reason why any woman would enjoy bedding a man. It was always a bit uncomfortable and messy. She had wanted to ask Nyra once, why she and Daemon always seemed to find any excuse to touch each other, but she had been embarrassed. The older version of her daughter seemed to really enjoy bedding her husband, so maybe there was something wrong with Aemma. Maybe she was the one who could not feel pleasure.

“Shall we test it?” Aemma frowned, not understanding what he was asking. “If we would be able to consummate?”

“How?”

He pulled her closer to his body but made sure to give her enough time to pull away if she wanted to. She was shorter than he was so he lowered his head and stopped when their mouths were a breath apart. His eyes locked on hers and she realized how fast she was breathing. One of his hands cupped her face, while his other arm was loosely wrapped around her waist. Their breaths mingled together and his eyes darkened when Amma licked her bottom lip. 

“Can I kiss you, Aemma?”

She gave a small nod, there was no way she would be able to speak. Then his lips were on hers and her eyes slid close. His lips were soft, not pressing too hard against hers. He only pressed his lips to hers in the beginning, not pushing for more, then he ran the tip of his tongue over her bottom lip and her mouth parted like it had a mind of its own. Baelon’s tongue swept inside her mouth and all her senses were overpowered. She moaned into the kiss and he pressed her tighter against his body. His arms which were previously wrapped loosely around her waist became bands of steel, keeping her prisoner against his body, not that she wanted to escape. His tongue explored her mouth as her hands fisted on his black dragon-riding outfit. 

One of Baelon’s hands moved, his fingers treading through her hair and holding her still as his tongue plundered her mouth. She was more than happy to submit to him, she had never been kissed this way. Her body felt heavy, fire licking underneath her skin as their mouths moved against each other. Her body started protesting her lack of breathing, but she did not care, she did not need to breathe right now. Then Baelon ended the kiss and pressed their foreheads together. They were both breathing hard and she was attempting to get her body under control. 

“I do not think we will have any issues consummating our marriage.” He ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “Do you?”

Aemma shook her head, she did not think she would be able to speak. She was still attempting to understand what had happened. While kissing Viserys had been the only part of their bedding she had actually enjoyed, it had been nothing like this. Baelon’s kiss had shaken her entire body and muddled her senses. She did not know what would happen when their marriage was consummated. 

           Aemma Arryn (18 years old.)                                       Baelon  Targaryen (43 years old.)

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Chapter 18

Something was happening with her family, everyone was acting strange and they would not tell her why. Her mother watched her more closely than before and she was not allowed to go anywhere without guards and her nursemaid unless she was with her mother, uncle, or grandsire. Her mother was nervous and could barely stand still and Rhaenyra had not seen her father since he had hurt her. Her grandsire had told her that her father would not be approaching her until his anger had passed. She also had not seen her mother and father together for a while, but her mother did not seem too sad about it so she did not think there was a problem. 

Rhaenyra had been able to get away from her guards and nursemaid, she was surprised she had gotten to the gardens without people seeing her. She was happy that she would be able to play for a little while without her guards glaring at people who walked by. She had barely been there for a few minutes when she heard some sniffles coming from behind the thicker bushes. It sounded like someone crying and she was curious. She made her way around the bushes and stopped when she saw a pretty girl with brown reddish hair. She just stood there for a moment watching as tears ran down the girl’s face. She wondered what had made her sad that she had decided to hide in the gardens. 

“Are you hurt?” The girl was startled at her voice and her eyes widened when she saw Rhaenyra standing there. “I can call for a maester.” 

“Princess.” The girl wiped her tears away. “I apologize, I did not know there was anyone here. I will leave.”

“You do not have to go.” Maybe someone was after her and that is why she was hiding. “Are you hiding from someone? Did someone hurt you?”

“No,” Rhaenyra frowned at the girl’s denial until the other girl let out a sigh. “I received some news today.”

“Were they bad news?” She wanted to know.

“I do not know yet.” The other girl shrugged. “They were not the news I was expecting.”

Rhaenyra was not sure why that would make the other girl cry.

“What is your name?” Rhaenyra sat across from the girl, her back to the brush. “I am Rhaenyra.”

“I am aware, everyone knows who you are, princess.” The girl’s comment made her smile. Rhaenyra liked people and she was happy that people liked her too. “I am Alicent Hightower.”

“Do you live here now?” 

“Yes, my father works with the king.” Alicent still did not look very happy. “He is making me wed someone.”

“And you do not like the man he is forcing you to wed?” Rhaenyra’s eyes were wide as she stared at Alicent, she could understand why Alicent would be crying if her father was forcing her to be with someone she did not want to be with. “Are you in love with someone else?”

“What? No, of course not.” Alicent looked scared now like it would be an incredible sin for her to fall in love.

Rhaenyra was not sure why Alicent would be afraid to love someone. Rhaenyra loved her uncle and she would wed him one day, there was nothing wrong with loving him. Nyra loved her uncle-husband and seemed very happy with him. Maybe Alicent needed to find a handsome knight to fall in love with or a prince. Rhaenyra frowned at the thought and shook her head, not a prince. The only prince was her uncle and she would not share him, he was already wed to another woman and Rhaenyra did not want to have Syrax eat two people. What would happen if her dragon was too full after eating the first one? She did not want to wait an extra day to wed her uncle. No, she would help Alicent find a handsome knight to love.  

            Rhaenyra Targaryen (3 years old.)

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Daemon was still shocked that his brother had divorced Aemma. He had always believed that Aemma was the love of Viserys’s life and that he would never leave her, no matter what. Daemon had been jealous of the love his brother and wife shared, especially because he never believed he would be able to love a woman like that. Then, he had seen his future self with Rhaenyra and understood that he would feel that same kind of intense all-consuming love, just that his bride would not be ready for a few years. He actually hated to think about his small niece in that context, it was still strange to him.

Even after knowing about Viserys's divorce Daemon had not attempted to speak to his brother. He was angry at Viserys for all the things he had said and done lately, and his divorce just added one more thing Daemon did not agree with. One thing he had learned was that his brother did not care for his opinion. Viserys did not seem to hear anything his family was telling him, he only listened to Otto now. Damon had been right when he said Viserys had not done anything for him. Daemon had not wanted to believe his brother would change so much in the future that he would exile him for stupid things, but he could see now that it was all true. If his brother was acting this way while he was just a prince, second in line to the throne, he did not want to think what Viserys would be like when he had the power of a king. 

Daemon knocked on his father’s doors and waited until he was allowed to enter. His father had sent for him, saying they had something important to discuss.

“You have to speak to Viserys.” His father had not said anything when Daemon walked in and he could not keep quiet, his brother was making a huge mistake and Daemon had to make sure her niece and good sister were protected. “He cannot simply divorce Aemma and wed that Hightower whelp. What would happen to Rhaenyra and Aemma if he is allowed to continue down this path?”

“Viserys will not change his mind.” Baelon shook his head sadly. “I spoke to him for several days before he finally went to the king and attempted to convince him that he was making a huge mistake. But your brother believes he knows better than anyone else and refused to listen to me.”

“I cannot believe this. Why would grandsire allow this?” Daemon was sure that Jaehaerys’s illness was affecting his mind. “He and grandmother forced me to wed the bronze bitch because they believed we needed a stronger alliance with the vale and now he is okay offending the Vale in this manner? I do not understand.”

“Father decided to allow the divorce after I asked him to.” Daemon would not have been more shocked if his father had pushed him. “Once I understood Viserys would not change his mind I spoke to my father. I knew Otto would convince Viserys to blame it all on Aemma and he would attempt to convince my father to allow him to take Rhaenyra from her. I could not allow it, so I spoke to my father and made sure he was aware of what was happening and all the things Viserys had done. My father agreed to annul Viserys’s marriage and allow me to handle things.”

“What is going to happen now?” Aemma would not be allowed to stay here without being wed and Daemon would be damned if he allowed his niece to be under the power of Otto Hightower, but he did not want Rhaenyra to be taken away either. “You know that Aemma would not be allowed to stay here and Viserys could take Rhaenyra away.”

“Not if she is wed to someone of higher ranking.” 

“What?” He was a bit confused about what his father was attempting to say. There were only two people who were higher in rank than Viserys and his grandsire would never wed Aemma. Even while they were Targaryens and wedding within the family was common, they would never wed a father to a daughter or a grandfather to a granddaughter. The only other person who was higher in ranking than Viserys was... Daemon’s eyes widened as he looked at his father. “You are planning to wed Aemma?”

“Yes,” That was something he had not expected and he was not sure how he was supposed to feel about it. “Aemma should not be made to wed another man who will not care for her as he should. Even when most people do not consider her so, she is still a Targaryen and part of our family and it is our duty to care for her. I will not allow Rhaenyra to be separated from her mother and I will not allow Aemma to be treated that way either.”

“And the only solution you could find was to wed her?” 

“I know that this is not easy.” His father gave him an apologetic look. “You have to know that I loved your mother with all my heart and I wou…”

“Father.” Daemon shook his head and gave his father a small smile. “I do not blame you for wanting to wed again. I know you loved mother, but she has been dead for the past six and ten years. I am actually surprised that you have never wanted to wed before.”

“So, you are not upset that I want to wed Aemma?”

“No, I am just a bit shocked.” Daemon frowned. “Do you even see Aemma that way?” 

He had never seen his father look at Aemma with anything but familiar love. How were they supposed to consummate their marriage if they did not see each other as a man and woman? Then he noticed the way his father’s face reddened and chuckled.

“Oh, so you do see her that way.” He chuckled when his father glared at him. He could not blame his father for wanting Aemma, she was a gorgeous woman and many men wanted her. “Well, well, who would have thought?”

“Do not do that.” Daemon was enjoying his father’s discomfort and Baelon knew it, that was why he was glaring at him. But besides the discomfort, Daemon could also see the apprehension on his father’s face. “Just tell me if you are okay with this or if this is going to be a problem.”

“Well, would you retract if I said I was no?”

“Damon, I do not want to play games.” His father let out a sigh. “I am already in what seems to be a not ending fight with one of my sons, I do not want to lose the other.”

“I do not mind.” He decided to put his father out of his misery. “You deserve to be happy and so does Aemma.”

“It is not like that.” His father’s denial was very quick and defensive. “I am just attempting to help her.”

“Aha.” Baelon narrowed his eyes as Daemon smirked at him. “I understand what you see in her. Aemma is gorgeous. Good job, old man.”

“Old man!” His father glared at him before his hand shot out and slapped the back of his head. “Watch it boy, I can still beat you.”

“Can you?” Daemon’s amused smile would not leave his face. “Are you sure you can do that with your lips permanently attached to Aemma’s?”

Baelon grabbed one of the books on the corner of his desk and threw it at Daemon’s head. He was able to move out of the way making the book hit one of the walls instead. 

“Get out!” His father glared at him as Daemon reached the door.

“Remember to be careful.” Daemon opened the door before turning to his father, a smirk still on his face. “Aemma is much younger than you, we do not want your heart to give out while you are attempting to satisfy your new wife.”

Daemon ran out the door when his father picked up another book and threw it in his direction. He was going to enjoy this, he needed someone to annoy. He could not wait for Rhaenyra to find out and then they could both annoy his father. His small niece was always willing to play a good prank. 

          Daemon Targaryen (19 years old.)                                 Baelon Targaryen (43 years old.)

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Chapter 19

4 days later.

Aemma smiled as she watched Rhaenyra run around. Her daughter had been excited since the night before when Daemon, Nyra, and Damon had promised to take her on a dragon ride to Dragonstone. Daemon had asked for her permission the night before and told her they would also have a picnic. Her daughter had been so excited that Aemma could not tell her no. She also did not want her daughter’s life to change too much. Aemma had spoken to Rhaenyra and told her about her and Baelon’s wedding. Her daughter had been a bit confused and did not understand everything that was happening. But Rhaenyra had heard from someone else that Viserys had asked for a divorce. Aemma had to explain to Rhaenyra what a divorce was and that just because she and her father would no longer be together did not mean that Viserys did not love her. 

Rhaenyra had been a bit upset that her father wanted to leave her and told Aemma that she did not have to see Viserys ever again. She felt bad for her daughter, she was so young and a lot of things would not make sense now. Baelon had told her that the king would announce their betrothal this morning and they had decided that it would be best if she and Rhaenyra were not present. Baelon knew that Viserys would not react well and he did not want her or Rhaenyra caught up in the middle. So Aemma had spent the last hour in the gardens with her daughter and three guards. 

“KEPUS!” Rhaenyra took off running as fast as her small legs would carry her and threw herself in her uncle’s arms. “Are we going now?”

“Yes, in just a minute,” Daemon answered before kissing the side of the little girl’s head. 

Baelon also kissed her daughter’s head before moving towards Aemma, his smile took her breath away and made her knees weak. She could have sworn her legs shook. She had a harder time being near him since that kiss. All she wanted was for him to kiss her again, but she did not want to ask him. He had helped her so much already and she did not wish to be greedy. 

“Good day, Aemma.” He stopped in front of her and took her hand, helping her stand. “It is done, my father announced our engagement and we will be wed in three weeks.”

“And are you ok?” His expression was questioning. “I cannot imagine Viserys took well to the news.”

“He did not say anything.” Baelon shrugged. “He seemed too shocked to speak. When my father ended court he was still standing there with a disbelieving look on his face, he did not say anything as I walked away.”

Aemma opened her mouth, but Rhaenyra ran up to them, hugging Baelon’s leg and looking up at him. 

“Do I have to call you father now?” Rhaenyra asked.

“What?” Baelon shook his head. “Of course not, little hatchling. You already have a father.”

“Ohh.” Rhaenyra frowned and gave Baelon an inquisitive look. “Am I going to have a little brother or sister? Or are you too old to have children?”

“Too old?” Baelon looked so offended that Aemma had to cover her mouth to stop her laugh from escaping. Daemon made no such attempts, he was doubled over with laughter as Baelon gave Rhaenyra an incredulous look. “I am not old. Who told you I was old?”

“Uncle Daemon did.” Rhaenyra pointed at a laughing Daemon. “He says you are close to your grave and your heart might give out at any moment.” Rhaenyra frowned as she stared at her grandsire. “But you do not look that old to me. At least, you are not as wrinkly as grandsire Jaehaerys.”

Rhaenyra smiled at her grandsire as she ran back to her uncle and laughed when he picked her up and kissed her cheek. Daemon waved at Baelon and Aemma as he walked away with his niece. Baelon just stood there glaring at the back of his son’s head as Aemma attempted to hold back her laughter. 

“That little shit, I cannot believe he would ask her to say that.” Baelon turned to Aemma and gave her an annoyed look. “I will make him pay for that.”

“He might have asked her to call you old, but the comment about you not being as wrinkly as Jaehaerys that was all Rhaenyra.” 

This time Aemma did let out a laugh. Poor Baelon looked so upset at being called old.

“It is not amusing.” Aemma bit her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing. Then Baelon’s look changed, his eyes becoming hot and her laughter died. “So you think I am old?”

He moved closer until his scent enveloped her. His hand reached out and he ran the back of his fingers over her cheek and jawline. Aemma stopped breathing as his hands moved over her skin. His other hand moved to her waist and he pressed her body against his. 

“Answer me, Aemma.” She was helpless as he lowered his head and brushed his lips over her ear. “Do you believe I am old?”

“No.” Her voice was breathless and she was not sure if she was capable of saying anything else.

It turned out she did not need to say anything else, in the next second his mouth had slammed over hers, sending a thrill down her spine. His tongue was smooth as it slid over hers. Aemma wrapped her arms around his neck as he took her bottom lip between his teeth, the hand that had been cupping her face moved to the back of her neck. 

Aemma had never known how much a kiss could make a person feel, how it would make her whole body sensitive and hot. Every time he kissed her she became helpless and could not think. She wanted his hands all over her body, for him to touch her everywhere. Now she could understand why Nyra enjoyed every time Damon kissed her. She wondered if she would enjoy bedding Baelon the way Nyra enjoyed being with Daemon. 

“YOU LYING WHORE!” Aemma jumped and Baelon broke the kiss, turning towards Viserys who was standing by the garden entrance. “What did you do to convince my father to wed you? Did you fuck him?”

“VISERYS!” Baelon was furious and Aemma could not help but feel bad, looking between father and son. “You will watch your tongue and you will never speak to her that way again.”

“You are my father. How can you do this to me?” Viserys looked so hurt. “She is my wife and the mother of my daughter.”

“She was your wife!” Baelon snapped at his son. “Or did you forget that you are the one who chose to leave her and your daughter? I attempted to stop you several times, to make understand what you had and you refused. You would not listen to me. Did you honestly think I would allow Aemma to be sold off to another man who would use her as a breeding mare? Did you think I would allow you to take Rhaenyra away from her?”

“And your solution was to wed her?” Viserys gave his father an incredulous look. “Do you know how that makes me look, what people will say about it?”

“That is one of your problems, Viserys.” Baelon shook his head. “You care too much about what other people will think.”

Viserys was not pacified in the least, he just glared at his father. She had not wanted this to happen, she did not want to be the cause of Baelon and Viserys fighting. She had never seen Viserys that angry before, that hurt and it made her feel like the worst woman in the world. She was the one causing a rift between a father and his son, this was all because Baelon wanted to protect her. 

Viserys approached them quickly and Aemma’s hand moved, tightening over Baelon’s. It stopped Viserys in his tracks and his glare moved to her. 

“They are all going to laugh at you, going from son to father.” Baelon removed his hand from hers at Viserys’s words and moved closer to his son. “Everyone will know what a whore you are.”

Aemma was shocked by Viserys’s attack, he had never been so cruel to her before. But what shocked Aemma the most was when Baelon’s fist went flying and smashed into Viserys’s face. She covered her mouth as Viserys fell to the ground and did not move again.

“Guards, take my son to his chambers and make sure that he is examined by a maester.” Baelon did not seem too concerned as he turned back to her. He kissed her forehead before hugging her to him. “I will not allow any disrespect towards you, not even from my son.”

She had not wanted things to turn this way, but she was glad she had someone that cared about her.

             Aemma Arryn (18 years old.)                                        Baelon Targaryen (43 years old.)

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          Daemon Targaryen (19 years old.)                                  Rhaenyra Targaryen (3 years old.)

“She is exhausting.” Nyra laughed as she sat down on the blanket they had spread out near the water and took one of the strawberries from the plate. “I cannot keep running after her any longer.”

“You do realize she is a younger version of you? You were just like that.” Damon laughed, before kissing her lips and standing up. “I will chase her for a little while.”

The flight to Dragonstone had been fun and Nyra had loved watching as Daemon and Caraxes did trucks to make the little girl laugh. Nyra and Damon had discovered that Baelon and Aemma’s betrothal would be announced today. They did not want Rhaenyra to be present to see what would happen afterward. They knew that Viserys would not take it well and the small girl should not have the face the confrontation that would surely take place. 

“I am surprised you are taking this so well.” Daemon took his eyes away from Damon and Rhaenyra and looked at her. “I believed you would not accept Baelon and Aemma’s marriage.”

“Why not?” Daemon gave her a questioning look. “I have always loved Aemma, she is my cousin and the mother of my niece. My father has been alone for a long time and he deserves to be happy and to have a companion.”

“Is it not a little strange?” She did not want to make things difficult, but she could not help but be curious. “She was your good sister and now she will become your stepmother.”

“Well, apparently in the future she will be my good mother.” Daemon laughed when she flushed. “What is one more title between family?”

She was happy he was not angry at the new circumstances. She had been afraid he would be upset about Baelon and Aemma’s wedding and would blame her and Damon. Several things had changed since they had been sent back and she did not know if the changes were for good or not. 

Their conversation ended when Rhaenyra and Damon ran up to them.

“I have convinced our little tornado to stop for a few minutes to eat.” Rhaenyra sat on Daemon’s lap as Damon sat beside Nyra. “If we are lucky she will decide to take a nap after eating.”

“Why are mama and grandsire getting married?” They all turned to the small girl, who was eating a grape while staring at them. “Why did papa leave mama?” 

“Well, little dragon, sometimes adults do not get along.” Daemon pushed a curl behind Rhaenyra’s ear. “Your papa wanted different things than your mama did and my father wants to protect your mama.”

“Did my papa not want my mama because I am not a boy?” Nyra and Damon were quiet, but they both noticed the way Daemon’s hand fisted on the blanket as he attempted to keep his expression neutral. “I heard papa talking once and he said that boys are more important.”

“That is not true.” There was a tightness to Daemon’s voice as he attempted to reassure the small girl. “Your papa is mistaken, boys are not more important. You are the most important child in the world and I could not love anyone more had you been born a boy.”

“Does that mean once we are wed you will not care if we only have daughters?” Rhaenyra took a bite of one of the strawberries as Daemon’s face paled. 

“Little dragon, we have talked about this.” Damon and Nyra were attempting not to laugh. “You will not be marrying anyone for years and years.”

“Hopefully not too many years.” Rhaenyra’s face scrunched up. “You will be too old then. I do not want to wed you if you are wrinkly like grandsire Jaehaerys.”

“I will not be wrinkly like grandsire.” Daemon looked so insulted that Damon and Nyra burst into laughter.

Poor Daemon, was now getting back what he had done to his father earlier that morning. Daemon had convinced Rhaenyra to play a prank on his father and call him old. Now Rhaenyra appeared worried that Daemon would be too old by the time she grew up. Daemon took a grape and popped it in his mouth at the same time Rhaenyra looked up at him. 

“How are babes made?” Damon moved quickly and slapped Daemon’s back when the younger man started to choke on the grape he had been attempting to swallow when Rhaenyra had asked the question. The small girl did not seem to see the problem as she looked at her uncle. “I need to know.”

Nyra laughed, she could not help it. It was amusing to see how many awkward questions she had asked her uncle as a child. Being sent to the past had very amusing moments. 

          Rhaenyra  Targaryen (17 years old.)                                Daemon Targaryen (33 years old.)

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Chapter 20

2 weeks later

Rhaenyra was happy that her mother and grandsire were getting married. Her mother had been happier and more calm since getting betrothed to her grandsire. Rhaenyra was aware that it was a little unusual for her mother and grandsire to wed, but she was not sure why. She had heard some people talking and they were all surprised. She heard a woman saying that it was a shame no one knew that her grandsire had been ready to be wed once more. Apparently, a lot of people wanted to wed her grandsire, they all said how handsome he was. 

Rhaenyra was about to turn around a corner when she heard voices. One was a man’s and he sounded very upset, the other voice was a woman’s and it sounded like she was crying. Rhaenyra frowned as she looked around the wall.

“You will stop this nonsense, Alicent!” The man grabbed the girl’s arm in a tight grip and shook her a bit. “You will do as I say!”

“Father, please.” The girl cried, fat tears running down her face. “I do not wish to wed him, please do not make me do this.”

The man glared at the girl before his hand shut out and slapped the girl across the face. Rhaenyra gasped as the girl held her face. She moved from behind the wall.

“What are you doing?” The man and Alicent both turned to her with surprised looks on their faces. “Why are you hitting her?”

“I apologize princess.” The man gave her a short bow. “I did not realize you were there.”

“You should not hit her.” Rhaenyra glared at the man, she did not like him. “Why are you hurting her?”

“She is my daughter, princess.” The man’s eyes were cold and she felt fear but refused to back away. “Fathers have the right to discipline their daughters if they are misbehaving.”

“She was not doing anything.” Rhaenyra looked at Alicent. “Come here.” Alicent looked at her father, before looking back at her. Her uncle had told her several times that she was a princess, which meant that people had to follow her orders. “Now, Alicent.”

The girl was quick to move to her side, but the look of fear did not leave her face. Rhaenyra stood in front of the much taller girl, she could not allow the mean man to hurt her again, even if he was her father.

“Princess, this is no concern of yours.” The man took a few steps forward and one of the knights protecting her also moved forward a hand on his sword. The man glared at the knight. “I would advise you to take a step back, ser. This is above your head, I am a lord and friend of Prince Viserys.”

“And I am a knight of the kingsguard and protector of Princess Rhaenyra.” The man did not back away or take his hand off his sword. “If you take one more step towards her or threaten her I will be forced to cut off your head.”

“You go too far, ser.” The man’s eyes narrowed.

“If you have any issues with my behavior you may speak with Prince Baelon.” The knight did not appear to be intimidated by the lord. “He is the only one besides the king I take orders from.”

The man was not happy and his glare turned to her, before looking at Alicent.

“Alicent, you will come with me.” He said, extending his hand.

“She will stay with me.” Rhaenyra’s eyes narrowed. “I do not have anyone to play with, she will keep me company.”

The man was not happy, but there was nothing he could do. She was a princess and her knight would not allow him to take Alicent without her permission. Finally, the man gave a curt nod before walking away quickly. Rhaenyra let out the sigh she had been holding and turned to smile at the knight. 

“Thank you, Ser Ryam.” Rhaenyra smiled at the knight who had protected her.

“Of course, princess.” The knight’s smile was gentle. “I shall be here for whatever you need.”

Rhaenyra then turned to Alicent, who had a red cheek and red eyes. The girl was looking at Rhaenyra like she was an oddity. 

“Does your face hurt?” It had been a very hard slap. “I can call a maester if you wish.”

“No, thank you, princess.” The girl’s smile was gentle. “Thank you for helping me.”

“Does he always hit you like that?” Rhaenyra had never been hit, the only time one of her parents had hurt her was when her father grabbed and shook her. Her mother would punish her sometimes, but she had never raised a hand to her, neither had her uncle or grandsire. 

“Sometimes.” Alicent shrugged like it was nothing important that her father hit her. “He gets upset with me sometimes.”

“Would you like me to have Syrax eat him?” Alicent looked at her with wide eyes and Rhaenyra shook her head. “We might have to tie him down because Syrax is not too large yet. It might be a slow process and she might have to take small bites, but it can be done.” 

“Hmm…No, thank you.” Alicent was looking at her like she was attempting to find out if Rhaenyra was serious about her offer. “I do not think killing my father is the answer.”

“Very well.” Rhaenyra shrugged, not wanting to push. “Let me know if you change your mind.”

At least she had someone to play with for a little bit. Her uncle would come to get her after his training and take her to see Syrax. She could not wait to see her girl. 

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1 week later.

When she had started her day, she had not imagined she would end up being pushed into a weapons room as her husband pressed her to the wall. Daemon had been sparring when Rhaenyra had walked by and decided to watch, her husband always liked an audience. After Daemon had finished sparring Rhaenyra had approached him and had found herself being dragged to one of the weapons rooms and pushed against the nearest wall. 

Daemon captured her lips in a sensual kiss that stole her breath and made her tremble. She could not help but press herself closer to him, moaning when his erection brushed against her thigh. Daemon’s hands slid down her back, until they cupped her ass and squeezed. 

“Why do you always do this to me?” His lips moved, brushing across her cheek and ear. “You walk past me and I cannot think of anything else but you. Even when you are not next to me, I think of nothing but you.”

“I believe that is because you are a bit obsessed.” She rocked herself against him, making them both moan. “But I enjoy that because I am a bit obsessed with you.”

Damon kissed his way down her neck, licking the skin right above her gown, before he kissed the purple fabric. His lips moved down her body as his hands raised the skirt of her gown. Rhaenyra almost protested until his head disappeared under her skirts and then she felt his lips as he pressed a soft kiss on her mound. Rhaenyra’s hands went to one of the weapons racks, needing something to hold on to as her husband lifted her leg and set it over his shoulder. 

His lips were firmer this time when he pressed a lingering kiss against her folds, her whine echoing around the room. He was teasing her and he was enjoying it, the bastard. Rhaenyra knew better than to say anything, or he would drag it out even more. She shifted her leg, opening herself a bit more and allowing more room for him to work. Apparently, that was all Damon needed, the next instant his tongue dived into her cunt, parting her folds and exploring her sensitive flesh. Rhaenyra’s hips arched and the moan that escaped her mouth was so loud she knew people outside knew exactly what they were doing. 

Rhaenyra’s hand tightened around the weapons rack as her hips rocked against him until she was practically riding his mouth. Her body got hotter and hotter, wanton needs overtaking all her senses until she did not care if someone could hear them or if they walked in and watched. His tongue traced her slit, stroking and teasing her clit until every inch of her body seemed to pulsate with need. She wished she could see what he was doing, she always enjoyed the way he looked while licking her. Daemon always treated her like she was the finest delicacy. His tongue continued lapping at her until she could not hold back any longer and came with a loud cry, pressing herself harder against his mouth. His fingers tightened on her ass as he pressed her closer to his face, making her whimper at how sensitive her flesh felt. 

Before she could reach for him, Daemon had stood up and picked her up in his arms, forcing her to wrap her legs around him. At some point, while he had been licking her cunt he had pulled out his cock, which now was pressing against her. 

“I am going to fuck you now, my love.” His tongue took a long swipe at her throat, as his cock eased into her. “Do you want me to be gentle and sweet?” He rocked gently inside her, before pulling his hips back until only the tip remained inside her. “Or do you prefer I fuck you hard?”

His hips slammed forward, drawing a loud scream from her. 

“Hard.” She bit his lip in retaliation, smiling when he moaned. “I always enjoy when you fuck me hard when you possess me and show everyone I am yours.”

His smile was sinful as he started to move. Her arms tightened around his neck as her legs tightened around his waist. She loved the feeling of being full, stretched to the point of pain. Her back scraped against the wall with every thrust, the small pain adding to the pleasure. Their moans mixed as they attempted to kiss. Daemon’s thrusts gained speed, making her body explode in a climax so strong her eyes rolled to the back of her head and for a moment everything went dark. There was complete silence and then she heard her rapid breathing, mixing with her husband’s. She moaned at the warm feeling inside her as his seed dripped down her thighs. 

Daemon waited a few minutes, making sure her legs worked properly before setting her down and rightening his trousers. Rhaenyra fixed her gown and hair as best she could but knew people would be speaking about what they had done. It would be a welcome change from all the talk going around the castle in the past few weeks. All everyone could seem to talk about was Baelon and Aemma’s wedding. Some people thought they made a good couple, especially after discovering that it was Viserys who had asked for the divorce. Other lords and ladies were upset that the prince was marrying who had been his good daughter. It had nothing to do with what Aemma’s title used to be, people were upset that they had missed the chance to wed their daughter to the heir to the throne. Their daughters would never be queens now and that bothered them, they had lost their chance. 

“Is everything ready for the wedding tomorrow?” Daemon asked after his armor had been set in place once more. “I cannot seem to get away from the gossip.”

“Everyone is talking about it, they want to know what will happen.” Rhaenyra let out a laugh. “They believe my father will attack grandsire in a fit of jealous rage, while others are speaking about the noise heard all over the halls the night your mother and father consummated their wedding and wondering if it will happen again.”

“Well, I do not think Viserys would be stupid enough to attack our father after what happened the last time.” Daemon shook his head. “After our father knocked him unconscious, he stayed in bed for three days. He knows better than to attempt to attack our father, Aemma, or Rhaenyra.”

“What do you think will happen after tomorrow?” 

“I do not know.” Daemon let out a sigh and kissed the top of her head. “But we have shaken Otto, he has started talking to the maester. The man will be arriving in Kings Landing in a fortnight.”

That worried Rhaenyra, she hoped that their spy would be able to give them news before anything could happen to her mother or her grandsire.  

          Rhaenyra Targaryen (17 years old.)                                   Daemon Targaryen (33 years old.)

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Chapter 21

                                                                           Daemon Targaryen (19 years old.)

                                                                             Rhaenyra Targaryen (3 years old.)

Baelon did not remember being so nervous in years. He had barely been able to eat anything after waking. The servants had drawn his bath and helped him dress as he heard people moving around outside his chambers. Everyone was present, all the lords wanting to curry favor with the future king and queen. His father was too sick to attend the ceremony in the sept, but he would be present at the feast. 

Baelon was standing at the garden entrance, waiting for the rest of his family who would be accompanying him to the sept. He had straightened his gold doublet over ten times already and still felt like there was something wrong with it. He also felt like there was something wrong with his hair and his boots. 

“How much have you had to drink today?” Baelon turned to look at his youngest son who was smiling happily at him. “It is your wedding day, some people take the opportunity and drink.” 

“I am not some people.” Baelon rolled his eyes. “I have not been drinking.” 

“Well, that is good because my little gift would not work if you had.” Daemon pulled out a small vial and handed it to him. “This will help with any problems you might have.”

“Problems?” Baelon’s expression was confused. “What kind of problems?”

“Well, with your age, you might have a bit of trouble performing.” His son winked at him. “This will help you.” 

Baelon glared at his son as he threw the vial away before grabbing Daemon and wrapping his arm around his neck. Daemon was laughing hysterically while attempting to get out of Baelon’s hold, as Baelon messed his hair up. 

“No!” Something hit the side of his leg and he looked down to see his granddaughter slamming her small fists on his leg, an angry look on her face. “Let kepus go, do not hurt him.”

Baelon let go of his son before kneeling down. 

“I was not hurting him, little hatchling.” Rhaenyra gave him a suspicious look, which made him smile. “I was just playing with him.”

“Was he?” Rhaenyra asked while looking at Daemon. His son must have nodded his head because Rhaenyra turned to look at him with a bright smile. “Good, I do not want you to fight.”

“We will not fight,” Baelon promised as he picked up the small child and kissed her cheek. “And look at you, little dragon. You look so beautiful in your gown and look at your tiara, is so pretty.”

“Thank you.” Rhaenyra preened, loving the attention. “Mama said I had to go to the sept with you.”

“We are sorry.” Baelon and Daemon turned to look at Damon and Nyra, who were approaching them. Nyra gave them an apologetic smile “She took off running when she saw you two fighting and well, she is faster than she looks.”

“It is fine.” Baelon smiled at them. “Are we ready to leave?”

“Yes.” Nyra looked around to make sure everyone was present. “Aemma is almost done getting ready.”

“She looks so beautiful,” Rhaenyra said, looking at Baelon with wide eyes. “She is the beautifulest.”

All the adults laughed at the child’s description, but Baelon had to agree with his grandchild. Aemma had always been the most beautiful woman to walk into any room. He was sure she would look absolutely stunning in her wedding gown. 

They all made it to the sept without any problems, Rhaenyra enjoyed herself immensely as they rode down the streets of Kings Landing and she waved at all the people, who were more than happy to wave back. Baelon entered the sept with Daemon beside him, Rhaenyra in between them as they each held one of her hands. Damon and Nyra followed close behind them. 

Baelon saw Viserys sitting at the front and he could not help but feel a bit sad. Had things not been so strained between his eldest son and himself they would all have entered the great sept together. Instead, Viserys had barely spoken two words to him and would not look him in the eye. Once they reached the front Baelon kissed Rhaenyra’s forehead before allowing her to take her seat. Daemon slapped Baelon’s back before taking his position next to Rhaenyra. Damon and Nyra sat beside them. Baelon looked at Viserys for a moment before giving him a nod and walking up the steps to stand beside the sept. 

He did not have to wait long, less than ten minutes later Aemma walked in and Baelon’s eyes widened. She looked gorgeous, pure and innocent. She was everything he had not known he needed. 

                                                                            Rhaenyra  Targaryen (17 years old.)

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Aemma had enjoyed her second wedding celebration much more than her first one. It had nothing to do with Viserys, but they had been so young when they were wed that she had not been able to relax the entire day and night. This time it was different, she had danced with her husband several times, who enjoyed twirling her around until she could not stop laughing. She had also danced with Daemon, who had called her mother several times, causing Baelon to glare at him. Her daughter had joined the dancing, first dancing with Baelon and then with Daemon. Aemma also danced with Damon, who kept giving her amused looks which made her nervous. 

Now she was not sure what to do, her belly felt tight and her hands were shaking. They had retired to their chambers after the lords had started calling for the bedding. Her new husband made it clear he would run through whoever dared put a hand on her. All the lords had immediately taken several steps back. Baelon had taken her hand and taken her to say goodbye to Rhaenyra, who would be staying with Damon and Nyra for the night, before leading her back to their chambers. Now that they were alone she did not know what to do. The times she had been with Viserys, they had kissed for a few minutes before Viserys would lift her nightgown over her waist and enter her. The kissing had not been too bad, the last part had only been pleasant for her husband. She had just been happy that he had not been one of those men who took pleasure in hurting her. 

“Aemma.” She jumped when Baelon touched her arm. “What is the matter?”

“Nothing.” She attempted to give him a reassuring smile but was sure that she had not succeeded. “I was just thinking.” 

“You appear to be afraid.” He took her hands in his and frowned, possibly feeling how cold they were. “Did Viserys ever hurt you?”

“No, of course not.” 

“Then why are you so nervous?” He ran the back of his fingers over her cheek. “You know I will not hurt you.”

“I know you will not hurt me.” She sighed and attempted to explain herself. “I just do not want to disappoint you, I might not be very good at this.”

“You might… I’m sor…” He seemed to be at a loss for words. “What?”

“I think there might be something wrong with me, I have never enjoyed the bedding part. Kissing was pleasant enough, but the other parts of it were uncomfortable.” She shrugged. “I just do not want you to be disappointed.”

“Oh, I will not be disappointed.” He kissed the back of her hands and she shivered at the feel of his soft lips. He turned her around and his body came up behind hers, she could feel the heat against her back. One of his hands traced the curve of her waist, while his other hand took her hair and moved it aside, placing it over her right shoulder. Her body trembled as he lowered his head and kissed the back of her neck, his lips then moving to a spot below her ear. His fingers moved quickly over the back of her gown, the laces giving way until her gown was on the ground, her small clothes following quickly. His lips moved over her bare shoulder and Aemma’s hands moved to the dresser in front of her, needing something to hold on to in case her legs stopped working. “Your skin is so soft.” He ran a finger down her spine. “And you smell like lilacs. I want to drown in your scent Aemma.”

His hands moved over and around her hips, clutching her belly, before he moved them softly upwards until they were below her breasts. Her legs were shaking and she was struggling to breathe. He pressed his body against hers and she could feel how hard he was as his cock pressed against her back. Aemma gasped when his hands moved softly over her nipples, he had barely touched her, but it was enough to send electricity running down her body. Baelon’s hand clamped around her throat, but it did not feel threatening as he turned her until they were facing each other. She was not sure why, but there was something incredibly erotic about her being naked while he was fully clothed. No one had ever seen her fully naked and he did not look displeased at what he saw. 

His mouth clamped down on hers as one of his hands wrapped around her waist, holding her to his body. His other hand was clamped over her lower jaw, holding her face still as he dominated her mouth. He moved them around the room and she did not know where he was taking her, and she did not care. She did not want him to stop kissing her. His tongue slid over hers with slow, teasing licks as he suddenly lifted her and perched her on the bed. He continued kissing her as he laid her back on the bed, his body covering hers. His mouth left hers, making her whine as he kissed his way down her neck. 

“There is nothing wrong with you, Aemma.” She looked down to find his eyes on her as his tongue licked one of her nipples. “You are a passionate woman, responsive and your body was made for pleasure.”

His mouth closed over her nipple and he sucked, almost like a babe wanting milk, except there was nothing motherly about this. Every pull of his mouth make her cunt clench until it felt like her whole body was a raw nerve. She had no control of her body or the noises coming out of her mouth, she could not control them or how loud she was. Baelon’s lips traveled over her belly, licking the area below her belly button. Then he was kneeling in front of the bed, his hands holding her legs open. 

“You are so gorgeous Aemma,” He kissed her inner thighs and her head shot up, her eyes widening as she looked at him, their eyes locked together. “You are so pink and wet. I am sure you taste just as sweet as you smell.”

Aemma opened her mouth to ask him, she was not sure what she was going to ask him. Every thought flew out of her head when he buried his head between her legs. The first swipe of his tongue sent her spiraling, a scream escaping before she could stop it. Baelon growled against her flesh, the vibrations making her entire body shake, her nipples had grown so tight and sensitive that even the air in the room felt like a caress. Then Baelon’s lips closed around the button between her legs and she screamed his name, sure that the entire castle had heard it, but she could not care.

Her body pulsed as her mind attempted to come to terms with what had happened, she was not sure how long this took because when she was finally coherent enough to look around, her husband was standing in front of her fully naked. Her eyes traveled down his body, enjoying how handsome he was. His muscles were well-defined, probably from all the training he did, there was no softness there. She continued moving down and her eyes widened when she saw his cock. That might be a problem, there was no way that was going to fit inside her. She was going to tell him, hating to disappoint him, especially after all the pleasure he had just given her, but he did not allow her to say anything. 

Baelon’s mouth took hers again, sending her senses into overdrive. He tasted different this time, but it was not unpleasant. It took her a few seconds to realize she was tasting herself on his lips. He moved her on the bed until her back was propped on the pillows. The head of his cock touched her core and she started to tense once more, then moaned when Baelon pressed his cock against her, dragging it over her slit. One of her hands went to the back of his neck, her nails digging in when he started to ease inside her. Her mouth opened against his, her body fighting to adjust to the length and girth of his cock. His hands moved to her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples, making her cunt clench around him. He finally bottomed out, groaning and taking her bottom lip between his teeth, before he sucked on it. 

There was no pain or uncomfortable feeling, she felt full and stretched, but her body just kept wanting more. Baelon stared down at her, his pupils blown wide as he started to move. He pumped his hips, one of his hands tightening around her leg. 

“You feel so good, Aemma.” His voice was hoarse and heavy. “I always want you like this, drowning in pleasure, your body submitting to mine. Your voice hoarse from screaming my name as I bring you to release.”

She did exactly as he asked, screaming his name and other things that she was not too sure of. Bliss consumed her as he moved faster, their moans and screams echoing around the room and possibly out of it. Her hips moved against his, their body crashing together until it felt like her body would shatter. Baelon gave a particular hard trust and that was all her body needed to explode. Aemma’s body shook as Baelon groaned above her. 

“FUCK AEMMA!” She knew he had shouted, but to her it sounded like a faraway sound, her body still shaking from her release. 

Her body seemed to float, her mind not cooperating with the rest of her body. Then, they collapsed on each other, Baelon laid his head on her chest his breathing as hard as hers. It took Baelon a few minutes to move and then he rolled them over, making her gasp when she found herself on top of him. 

“I did not want to crush you.” He brought her mouth to his, kissing her softly. “Are you well?”

“Yes.” The smile would not leave her face as she kissed him, making him smile against her mouth. “I am perfect.”

“Yes, you are.” She giggled when he sat up, his mouth moving against hers and she felt his cock hardening inside her. “I want you again.” 

“Now?” She was a little surprised, she was under the impression men could only release once, and then they were done. Apparently, she had been wrong. 

“Yes,” He dragged his lips down her neck. “I want you over and over again.”

Aemma had no objections to that whatsoever, she had not known pleasure like Baelon had shown her existed and she was more than willing to experience it as many times as he wished to show her. 

                                                                          Aemma Arryn (18 years old.)

                                                                                 Baelon  Targaryen (43 years old.)

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Chapter 22

                                                                Daemon  Targaryen (19 years old.)

                                                                      Rhaenyra Targaryen (3 years old.)

Daemon groaned and laid his head on the table, maybe killing his father was not such a bad idea. There were certain things a son should never hear and maybe he should not have made fun of his father’s age. Apparently, more than half the keep was aware that Baelon Targaryen was more than capable of pleasuring his wife several times a night. Like a lot of times throughout the night. He needed to ask someone if there was a way to move his chambers far away from his father’s, like to the other side of the castle. He would not be able to make it another night like the previous one. 

“Good day, uncle.” His small niece came running into his chambers and frowned when he groaned. Rhaenyra poked his cheek. “Are you ill?”

“I am tired.” Daemon glared when Damon and Nyra laughed. Of course, they would laugh, they had been able to sleep all night without moans and screams keeping them awake. “Are we going to eat or not?”

“Wow, you do not enjoy mornings.” Nyra sat Rhaenyra next to him and sat beside the small girl, Damon sitting beside his wife. Nyra kept smirking at him. “Did you not have a good night?”

“No!” He snapped and then swallowed when Damon glared at him. “I am sorry, I just need some sleep.”

“Why could you not sleep?” His small niece asked innocently, making him flinch. “Did you have too much of the bad-tasting juice? You are always cranky after drinking too much of it.”

Damon and Nyra burst out laughing and Daemon just glared at them. They were lucky that Rhaenyra was present and he could not say what he wanted to in front of her. The doors opened and his father and Aemma walked in. Daemon glared at them, annoyed at how refreshed they both looked. His father looked even younger this morning and Aemma did not look like a woman who had been fucked all night long. 

Rhaenyra squealed before jumping off the chair and running to her mother. Aemma picked up her daughter and kissed her cheek.

“I missed you, mama.” Rhaenyra wrapped her arms around her mother’s neck. “Do I have to sleep with Nyra and Damon tonight?”

“No, You do not.” Aemma sat across from Daemon, setting Rhaenyra on her lap and his father sat beside his wife. “You will return to your chambers tonight.”

“Are you sure that is a good idea?” Daemon asked while glaring at his father. “We do not want to give her nightmares.”

“Yes,” His father’s smile was not nice. “And we would not want you to be stabbed.”

“Well, maybe we should speak about something else.” Nyra interrupted before things could get out of hand. “I know that is customary for the bride and groom to take a few days for themselves after the wedding. Are you two planning on going somewhere?”

“We cannot.” Baelon gave a nod to the servant who placed the plate in front of him before turning back towards Nyra. “We cannot leave Rhaenyra alone and my father is too ill to run the kingdom. He will be naming me prince of Dragonstone and hand of the king today, so I will have a lot of duties to attend to.”

“He is naming your hand of the king today?” Daemon did not miss the strain on Damon’s voice when he asked the question. 

“Yes.” Baelon smiled. “He is organizing a tourney to celebrate my wedding and my new position.”

“Before you meet with your father today, we need to speak.” Damon’s entire expression had changed, gone was the amusement and now he just looked worried. “It is very important.”

“I would also like to have one of the midwives Damon brought from Essos to examine you, Aemma.” Nyra gave Aemma a small smile. “There are some things I also want to speak to you about.”

After that they ate in silence, there was something not right. Daemon knew this had something to do with what had happened in the future and it was not good. Damon would have never reacted that way to his father becoming the official heir to the throne and the hand of the king. They could not speak about it now while Rhaenyra was in the room with them, there was no reason to worry the small girl. 

"Where is Viserys?" Everyone looked up at Baelon's question. "Has anyone spoken to him?"

"We attempted to ask if he wanted to break his fast with us," Nyra cleared her throat. "The guard at the door said the prince was not feeling well and that he would not be leaving his chambers today."

Daemon let out a snort, of course, his brother would not be leaving his chambers. If Aemma had been his wife and then everyone had heard what happened last night, Daemon would have flown across the narrow sea and changed his name. His brother was not just embarrassed, he had been humiliated, people would be speaking about Baelon and Aemma's wedding night for years to come. 

                                                                          Baelon Targaryen (43 years old.)

                                                                      Daemon  Targaryen (33 years old.)

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Nyra was happy that her mother had consented to being examined by the midwife. Nyra wanted to make sure there was nothing wrong with her mother and find out if her miscarriages had been the product of a womanly illness or if her mother was being poisoned and made to lose children. Nyra had started to become suspicious when asking Aemma about being pregnant with Rhaenyra. Aemma and Viserys had spent most of the pregnancy at the Eyrie and Rhaenyra had been born healthy. As soon as they returned to the Red Keep, her mother started feeling weak and having issues with her pregnancies once more. 

One of the spies Damon had placed with some of the maesters had discovered a divide at the Citadel. Some maesters believed that all magic was evil and so were the Targaryens, they believed that the death of the Targaryens and the dragons would eradicate all magic. Other maesters believed that there was good magic that could be used to help others. Rhaenyra wanted to know if all the masters in the Red Keep were conspiring against her family, and if they were then she and Damon would start getting rid of them one by one. Damon was speaking with Baelon and telling him about what had happened after he became heir and coming up with a plan to prevent it. They still were not sure if it had been poison or a natural illness. 

“Princess.” The midwife gave her a small bow while drying her hands. “Princess Aemma seems like a perfectly healthy young woman, there is no reason she should not be able to carry children to term and give birth.”

“What could be causing her to have so many miscarriages?” Her poor mother had lost four pregnancies already. 

“Well, I did notice something strange when examining the princess.” The woman guided her towards where Aemma was fixing her gown and took one of Aemma’s hands. “This white line on the princess's nails is similar to some poisoning cases I have seen for people who have taken turpentine.”

“Turpentine?” Nyra could not remember where she had heard that name before. 

“Yes, it is a common remedy used to help women miscarry, but it can be fatal if given the wrong dose.” Aemma’s eyes widened as the midwife spoke and she looked afraid. “If controlled correctly someone can be poisoned for years and it would appear as if the woman is losing the child naturally. But with continuous use, the body becomes weaker and weaker until the person dies.”

“Thank you.” Nyra took a pouch filled with gold and handed it to the woman. “I would like for you to be the only one who tends to Princess Aemma from now on, and if you could check her food and drink for turpentine or any form of poison.”

“I would be honored, princess.” The woman bowed to her and Aemma before leaving the chambers.

“I was being poisoned?” Aemma looked terrified and Nyra was angry. Her mother had been taken from her and she wanted blood. “Why?”

“Some of the maesters believe that magic is bad and that Targaryens are part of that magic because of our bond with our dragons.” Nyra’s eyes widened as she remembered something from the Valyrian books she had read in Dragonstone. “But there is something we can do about that.”

Aemma had a confused look on her face as Nyra went to her dresser and pulled out two dragon-riding outfits. 

“Uhm…” Aemma scratched her head. “I do not think I understand.”

“Targaryens become stronger and harder to kill once we are bonded to our dragons.” Aemma still looked confused as Nyra handed one of the outfits to her. “The midwife said that you are healthy and while there are some signs of you being poisoned, they are not so obvious anymore. Which means that most of the poison is out of your system.”

“I am following you so far.” Aemma raised the dragon riding outfit. “But what does it have to do with this?”

“If you are able to bond with a dragon, whatever remains of the poison should leave your system completely. Then all we have to do is monitor you until we find out who is against our house.”

“You want me to claim a dragon?” Aemma was looking at her like she had lost her mind. “I cannot, the laws are very specific, only a Targaryen in the line of succession is allowed to claim a dragon.”

“You are a Targaryen.” Nyra gave her an amused smile. “You are married to the heir to the throne and your children will be in direct line of succession to the throne. If anyone has a right to claim a dragon that is you.”

“The king will not be pleased.”

“That is why we are not going to ask him.” She pushed her mother towards the dressing screen. “It is better to beg for forgiveness than ask permission.”

Her mother still did not look convinced, but she did as Nyra asked. She hoped this would work because if it did not she would have to take her mother to Dragonstone.

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Aemma believed she had to be crazy, that was the only explanation she could think of as to why she had agreed to this. Aemma had heard the stories about her mother Daella, a delicate and shy, tongue-tied girl, who was easily frightened and quick to cry. She liked flowers but was afraid of gardens, bees, and cats. Everyone thought that Aemma was just like her mother and would never claim a dragon. But when Aemma looked at her daughter, the younger and older version, she did not see a fear-driven girl. Her daughters were bold and courageous, the youngest dragon rider since the doom. If Rhaenyra was like that, it meant that Aemma could also be bold and courageous. She definitely had been bold the night before, climbing over her husband and begging him to take her. Her face reddened as she remembered all the things they had done.

She took a deep breath as she moved deeper into the dragon pit, following the path leading to the caves where some of the dragons were housed. Vhagar was not there, she was too large to fit in the dragon pit. Neither were the older versions of Syrax and Caraxes. Aemma attempted to remember what Nyra had said to her and closed her eyes, attempting to calm her mind and her breathing. After a few minutes, she felt it, a pull in her chest, like someone who had been waiting for her a long time. It felt like a missing part she had not noticed was gone until it had been found. She opened her eyes and followed the feeling. Somehow she knew exactly where to go, even though she had never been this deep into the dragon pit before. Then, she stopped. 

The dragon in front of her was beautiful, it was a she-dragon. She was pale blue, with silver markings, silver crests, and pale blue wings. The only dragon Aemma had ever been close to was Syrax, who was still a small hatchling. This dragon was very large and very pretty, she also felt familiar. Aemma moved closer to her, she made sure not to move too fast, but not to hesitate too much. 

“You are very beautiful.”  She had learned Valyrian when Daemon would teach Rhaenyra. Aemma held up her hand and took deep breaths, making sure her hand did not tremble.  “I was wondering if you would allow me to ride you. You have been alone for a long time and I believe we can be good for each other.”

Dreamfyre stared at her for a few moments, and it almost felt like she was judging Aemma. After a few moments, the she-dragon lowered her head, allowing Aemma to run her hands over her muzzle. As soon as her skin touched the dragon’s scales, something seemed to snap into place and she could feel Dreamfyre's emotions, she could almost hear her. A smile covered her face.

“Let us get you out of these chains.”  Aemma did not hesitate, taking the chains of Dreamfyre and she felt the dragon’s pleasure at being set free. She climbed on Dreamfyre’s back and secured the chains around herself like she had seen Daemon do from afar on several occasions. Once she was secure she noticed Dreamfyre looking at her.  “Fly.”

Before she knew it they were on the air and Nyra was on Syrax next to her. She could understand why Baelon, Daemon, and Rhaenyra loved this feeling, there was nothing like it. What she could not understand was the reason why Viserys did not enjoy this, even after his dragon had passed he had never attempted to claim another one. It was like he had forgotten that he was a dragon. 

                                                      Aemma Arryn (18 years old.)

                                                                           Rhaenyra Targaryen (17 years old.)

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Chapter 23

“I still cannot believe you convinced your mother to claim a dragon.” Daemon shook his head and let out a laugh. “You should have seen people’s faces as you both flew above the Red Keep.”

“I imagined they were shocked,” Rhaenyra answered with a smirk. 

“To say the least.” Daemon laughed again. “Otto looked like he would faint at any moment.” 

“Yes, he never saw my mother as an actual Targaryen.” She hated that man and wanted him dead as soon as possible. “The only reason she was a threat to him was because she was wed to my father and in the way of his plans.”

“What did the midwife say about Aemma?” 

“She is perfectly healthy and the woman could not find any reason for her not to be able to carry a child to full term.” Rheanyra still felt rage fill her body when she remembered what the woman had found. “But she also found proof that someone has been poisoning my mother with turpentine. The woman said that is a common remedy used to help women miscarry, but it can be fatal if given the wrong dose. She said that when controlled correctly someone can be poisoned for years and it would appear as if the woman is losing the child naturally. But with continuous use, the body becomes weaker and weaker until the person dies. The good news is that she could not find any damage, which means that the poison has not damaged her body yet.”

“Is that why you had her claim a dragon?”

“Yes.” She knew Daemon would understand. “You know that our bonds with our dragons make us stronger, age slower, and less likely to become seriously ill. I knew that if she was able to bond with a dragon the bit of poison left in her body would dissipate.”

“That was very quick thinking.” Daemon’s hands went to her waist and he pulled her close to his body. “You are very smart, I have always loved that beautiful mind of yours.”

“I did not know my mind was what attracted you to me,” Rhaenyra said as she nipped his lips. 

“Well, it was not the only thing.” His hands moved down her back and went to her ass, squeezing the flesh. “You have several attractive qualities.”

“I am so glad you approve.” 

Rheanyra lowered his head so she would be able to reach his lips. She wished they were in their chambers instead of the secret tunnels, she wanted him. Daemon had a way of driving her out of her mind with desire with only a few touches and a few words. Their kiss became heated and they were close to tearing off each others’ clothes when someone cleared their throat, making them break apart and look at the man standing near them with an amused look on his face. 

“I apologize, my prince, princess.” Even while the man’s tone was respectful, no one could miss the amused look on his face. “I can return later.”

“That will not be necessary.” Daemon turned fully towards the man. “This is my wife, Princess Rhaenrya.”

“Ah, the other from another world.” She was shocked that the man knew who she really was. “It is a pleasure to meet you, princess.”

“The faceless men knew I would seek them out and who we truly are.” Daemon shrugged. “Apparently the god of many faces told them what was happening. That is why they agreed to help me without any form of payment.”

“You were both sent here to save the world.” The man now looked serious. “The faceless men will assist you in whatever you might need from us.”

“And we are very thankful for it,” Daemon said and nodded his head. “Have you been able to discover anything about Otto’s plans?”

“Yes, they are planning to poison Prince Baelon.” Rhaenyra heard Daemon suck in a breath and took his hand, attempting to give him comfort. She imagined he was as angry as she had felt when she discovered her mother was being poisoned. "They will use a type of poison that does not have to be ingested. Maester Runciter invented the poison himself, it can be rubbed on clothing and armor, which will allow the poison to be absorbed through the skin. The poison is almost impossible to detect and it makes it seem like the person died of a burst belly.”

“So that is what they used to kill my father.” Daemon’s face tightened and Rhaenyra could tell that he attempting to stop himself from killing Otto right then and there. “I am guessing as the maester’s apprentice they want you to be the one to poison my father?”

“Yes,” The man smiled. “I have already switched the poison with a harmless ointment.”

“Thank you.” Daemon would not leave things this way, which Rhaenyra was more than fine with. “I want you to spread all that poison on Otto’s clothes.”

“If we use all the poison, he will die in a matter of hours.” The faceless man said.

“I am more than okay with that outcome.” Rhaenyra had not said anything. While Baelon was her grandsire, he was Daemon’s father and her husband would be the one to make the decision about what he wanted done with the man who was to blame for his death. “Make sure that Otto and the maester see you putting the ointment on my father’s armor. I do not want them to suspect you are the one behind this.” 

The man nodded and then left. Rhaenyra gave her husband a few minutes to get his emotions under control before saying anything. 

“I think grandsire will be happy to know he will not die of an illness, at least not now.” She had been afraid that her grandsire would die and her mother would be left unprotected. “Are we going to tell him before he participates in the tourney?”

“Yes, I want him to be aware of what the Hightowers’s plans are and to be watchful.” Daemon shook his head and frowned. “What I do not understand is why this is happening now. In our world, these events are still almost a year away.”

“I think it is because of us.” Daemon gave her a questioning look. “Since we came we have changed several things, I mean your father and my mother are wed, that is a large difference from our past.”

“That is true, we also have to make sure we are careful with Viserys.” Daemon shook his head sadly. “I do not like the way he has been acting.”

“His father just wed the woman he loves and spent all night pleasuring her, while the entire castle listened in.” Rhaenyra could not hide her smile. “I do not think he will be in the right state of mind any time soon.”

“But even before that. He has not been acting right for a while now.”

She had seen in his eyes too, the way Otto had been able to completely change her father’s mind in just a few moons worried her also. She was not sure how her father would react to Otto’s death and if he would believe all the things Otto had been planning to do. 

                                                                               Rhaenyra  Targaryen (17 years old.)

                                                                                     Daemon Targaryen (33 years old.)

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Aemma was happy that Baelon would not die. Her husband had told her what Damon had said to him and Aemma had been terrified. Then a few minutes ago Damon and Nyra had walked in and asked to speak to them and told them about the poison. They had made sure to beat Otto at his own game and now Baelon would not die because of the man’s ambition. Aemma had felt a lot better as she put Rhaenyra to bed, making sure her daughter was asleep before leaving. Tomorrow would be the first day of the tourney and she was a bit nervous, she had not wanted Baelon to take part in it, but her husband was not nicknamed Baelon the brave for nothing. 

She walked back into her and Baelon's chambers to find him lying in bed, naked from the waist up. Her breath caught in her throat and she almost stumbled, her husband was incredibly handsome. 

“Is our little warrior sleeping?” Baelon asked, an amused look on his face.

“Yes, she finally fell asleep, but not before she made me promise I would take her to the dragon pit tomorrow to visit Syrax.” Aemma removed her robe and placed it on the back of one of the chairs.

“I wanted to speak to you about something.” Baelon got out of bed and moved closer to her, his eyes roaming down her body. “I remember telling you that we would not have to bed each other again after consummating our marriage. I want to know if you would like to return to your chambers.”

“Uhmm… No.” She could not get their night together out of her mind and she did not want to sleep on her own. Aemma had never enjoyed sleeping on her own, it had bothered her that Viserys had never wanted to share his chambers with her. “I would prefer to stay here if you do not mind.”

Baelon jerked her body closer to him and caressed the side of her face. 

“No,” He lowered his head and brushed his lips against hers. “I do not mind in the least. I would actually prefer it.”

Aemma opened for him, she could not help herself. Every time he got near, her mind shut down and allowed her body to make the decisions for her. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he teased her mouth, his tongue dancing against hers. Her body seemed to go up in flames, the kiss becoming hot as Baelon’s hands traveled lower and cupped her ass, pressing her body tightly against his. She moaned when she felt the hardness between her legs. His teeth nibbled on her bottom lip before he pulled it into his mouth and sucked it hard. She had to break the kiss, needing to breathe, but Baelon was not deterred in the least. His mouth moved down her neck, his tongue licking her skin. 

“I want you, Aemma.” He licked the spot where her neck and shoulder met, making her hips jerk. “Let me have you.” 

“Yes!” 

There was no way she was going to say no, she wanted him also. She wanted to feel the things he had made her feel the night before again. Her flimsy white nightgown was no match for her husband and a few seconds later it was in shreds on the ground. Baelon picked her up and carried her a few feet to the table, apparently, the bed was too far. He kissed her again, parting her legs and settling between them.

“You are so beautiful.” She moaned and her hips jerked when he ran his fingers along her wet folds. “You are already so wet and I have barely touched you.”

“I…” She moaned when he pressed his thumb against her clit. “I am sorry.” 

“No, it is a very good thing. It lets me know how much you want me.” He used his other hand to drag his cock along her slit. “If you did not drive me so crazy, I would kneel in front of you and run my tongue all over your pretty cunt.” 

He pushed inside her and her moan was louder this time. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she bit her lip to stop herself from screaming. She had spent all day listening to people talking about their consummation the night before. He planted a hand on the table, behind her, and his other hand wrapped around her waist as he started to pump his hips. She felt filled to the brim as his hips pumped faster and his mouth covered hers again.

“You feel so fucking good, Aemma!” Both their breathing were ragged as Baelon’s mouth hovered over hers. Cries escaped her as he thrust harder. “You are driving me crazy.”

“I do not mean to.” She could barely speak, but she wanted him to know that she enjoyed what they were doing. “I like the way you make me feel, the way your body feels against mine.”

The hand that had been wrapped around her hip moved to her face, holding her in place while their eyes locked together. There was a darkness in his eyes that she had never seen before, but it did not scare her. His hips picked up speed until he was slamming into her and she was not able to stop the cries that left her mouth. Tingles ran down her spine as the table rocked underneath her.

“You are such a pretty girl.” Her body started to pulse and those same feelings from the night before returned with a vengeance. “I will never let you go, Aemma. You are mine now and I will never give you up.”

She was not sure if it was the possessiveness of his words or the way his body dominated hers, but her body shattered, bliss taking over as bursts of light flashed in front of her eyes. Baelon’s body went rigid as he filled her with his seed, making her body convulse in pleasure once more.

She never knew she could feel the things Baelon made her feel, but she did not want to give it up. So far she was enjoying her marriage immensely.

                                                                              Aemma Arryn (18 years old.)

                                                                        Baelon Targaryen (43 years old.)

Next chapter we get some moments between Baelon and older version of Daemon. 

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Chapter 24

Baelon woke up with a smile on his face, the smile did not disappear when he realized he was wrapped around his wife. She had turned over during the night and he had ended up hugging her from behind. She was deeply asleep and barely moved when he took his arm away. He did not blame her, he had taken her several times last night. For someone who had been used to having marital relations once every few weeks, being fucked several times a night must be exhausting. He kissed the back of her head before getting out of bed, Aemma could still sleep for a while. The servants had already prepared his bath and set out his clothes. He washed quickly and dressed himself, before walking out of his chambers. He needed to speak to Viserys and also get ready for the tourney. 

He nodded at the guards standing outside his eldest son’s chambers before knocking on the door. He waited over thirty seconds and opened the doors when there was no answer. The inside of the chambers was a disaster, there were broken things on the floor, half uneaten food on the table and Viserys was lying on the bed. He looked like he had not taken a bath in a sennight. His son barely reacted to his presence, taking another sip of what Baelon believed was wine. 

“Viserys.” His son barely looked at him and Baelon walked over to the balcony, opening the doors and letting some fresh air and light in. He took a deep breath before turning towards his son, who still had not moved. “What is the matter with you?”

“I find it difficult to believe you do not know.” Viserys let out a laugh, which was not amused not in the least. “Do you have any idea how humiliated I have been in the past two days because of you? Do you even care that the woman you have been fucking and making scream for the entire castle to hear was my wife just a few moons ago?”

“Viserys I am sorry for what you heard, I did not do it on purpose.” He did feel bad that his son had heard Aemma’s screams of pleasure, but he had not done it on purpose. If he was being honest, he felt worse for Aemma. His wife had not known that she was capable of feeling pleasure until he had shown her. He had almost fallen when she had told him there might be something wrong with her. Apparently, his son did not care much about making sure his wife felt pleasure, or he did not know what he was doing. “But you cannot blame me for marrying Aemma, you are the one who asked for a divorce, in case you have forgotten. When I attempted to delay things you went over my head and spoke to my father.”

“You had already spoken to him.” Viserys attempted to stand and tripped over his own feet, almost falling, but was able to hold himself up at the last minute. “Remember? You told me you had already convinced grandsire to give me the divorce.”

“Yes, but I only did that after I discovered that you were planning to speak to my father behind my back and lied to him about Aemma.” Baelon shook his head. “I do not understand what has been happening with you Viserys. I am attempting to understand you, but you do not seem to care what anyone but Otto Hightower has to say.”

“Do not speak about Otto.” Viserys glared at him. “He is my only friend, the only one who has not turned his back on me.”

“He is manipulating you, Viserys.” Why was his son so blind? “You need to understand that Otto is not your friend. He does not have your best interests at heart.”

“And you do?” Viserys walked to the table and poured himself some wine. “You who married my wife and my brother who stole my daughter?”

“She is not your wife.” He was getting annoyed by the way Viserys kept referring to Aemma. “She is my wife because you gave her up, you did not think she was good enough for you.”

“She refused to do her duty!” Viserys turned so quickly that he dumped half his wine cup on himself. “It was her duty to give me a son.”

“Not at the cost of her life.” While most men did not care what happened to their wives as long as they were able to produce a healthy heir, Baelon did not agree with that. He understood the need to have children, but he did not understand the need to have only male children. Women were just as good as men, some of them were more capable. “She was never going to be able to give you the son you wanted. She was being poisoned and that was the reason why she had so many miscarriages.”

“She was being poisoned?” Viserys’s eyes widened and he looked shocked and sad. “How?” 

“They were using some kind of plant that women use to get rid of unwanted children.” Viserys sat down and the cup fell to the floor. “They would feed it to her once they discovered she was with child and after a few years it would have killed her.”

“I did not know.” Viserys looked like he had been knocked over the head. 

“I am not saying you did.” Even while he felt bad for his son, Viserys had been the one who destroyed his own future. “But she came to you and told you about her fears, and you did not even attempt to understand her. Your solution to her fears was to abandon and divorce her, then you attempted to take her child away.”

“Rhaenyra is my child also.” Visery’s voice sounded choked up. “She is my daughter and I am not even allowed to see her.”

“Have you even attempted to?” Baelon sat beside his son. “I know I said you could not see her after what you did, but you never asked again. You did speak to me about divorcing Aemma and about everything she was doing wrong. You spoke to me about marrying Alicent Hightower, but you never once asked me to see Rhaenyra.”

Viserys did not say anything, just stared at the ground for a few minutes. Baelon could not see how everything had turned out this way. Where had he gone wrong with Viserys, maybe he should have been able to do something different, something so his eldest son would be stronger. 

“Well, now that we know what the problem is there is no reason that Aemma and I will not be able to have children.” Baelon looked at his son in shock. “We can speak to grandsire so he can annul your marriage and I can wed to Aemma once more.”

“Have you lost your senses?” Baelon glared at his son. “I am not divorcing my wife and I am most certainly not giving her to you. She is not a thing, Viserys, she is a person. You did not want her any longer, I do not care what motives you had, but you gave her up.”

“You said you only wed her to protect her and so she would not have to separate from Rhaenyra.” Talking to his son was like speaking to a wall. “If we are wed I will protect her and Rhaenyra is my daughter.”

“I do not care, Viserys. I am not going to hand over my wife.” Baelon stood up and glared at his son. “I do not care what reasons you had to give her up, but you did. Aemma is mine and I am not divorcing her.”

There would be no divorce and Baelon would not give up Aemma. He wanted things to go well with his eldest son, especially because Rhaenyra was his daughter and the small girl loved her father. The last thing he wanted to do was keep Rhaenyra and Viserys apart. But he would not allow his wife and granddaughter to be placed in danger. 

“Get yourself cleaned up and dress appropriately.” Baelon moved to the door and stopped before walking out of his chambers. “My father is requesting all our family to be present at the tourney, do not miss it.”

He walked out of his son’s chambers and took a deep breath. He could not believe his son had asked him to divorce Aemma and to talk to the king so he would allow Viserys to wed Aemma once more. There was no way Baelon would ever give Aemma up, his son had lost his chance.

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“Everything is ready.” Damon walked into the tent, making sure the flap closed behind him. “I already had your armor cleaned.”

“I thought your friend had spread a harmless ointment over the armor?” Baelon asked with a smile. 

“Yes.” Damon let out a sigh and leaned over the table. “But you can never be too careful.”

“What is the matter?” Damon had been sure he had been hiding his feelings, but he had forgotten how good his father had been at knowing when something was wrong with him. “You have been quiet since we spoke last night.”

“I have just been thinking about how that cunt of Otto got away with killing my father.” Damon was upset that the cunt was already dead in his world, so he could not go back and kill him. “I always knew there was something strange about the way my father passed so quickly, but my grandsire and my brother trusted the maesters blindly. My life was never the same after my father died.”

“But you still had Viserys.” Baelon tilted his head to the side. “I have seen how surprised you and Nyra had been by Viserys’s decisions, which tells me that he is not the same in your time.”

“Some things are different, but a lot of things are the same.” His brother had never trusted him and Damon did not know why. “Once our father passed there was a succession crisis and our grandsire called a great council so they could hear the petitions for the throne. They considered Rhaenys and Viserys’s petitions and for a while, things were a bit divided. I raised an army in favor of my brother, so he would become king.”

“That was a very brave thing you did.”

“It was not.” Damon looked at his father, wanting him to hear the story. He had always wished he could speak to his father about what had happened. “I did it because I loved him and I thought he would be a good king.” 

“And he was not?” Asked Baelon with a frown.

“No, he was weak and allowed others' opinions to sway him.” Viserys had listened to everyone but Damon and Rhaenyra, the two people who loved him the most. “He allowed Otto Hightower to rule in all by name and he exiled me several times. Otto only had to open his mouth and say something and Viserys would not even ask me, he would believe that man and send me away.”

“I am sorry.” Baelon looked truly apologetic. “I cannot imagine what that felt like. I was very close to my older brother and I cannot imagine what I would have done if he had treated me that way.”

“Then the triarchy took the Stepstones and were attacking our merchant ships, Viserys refused to do anything, because Otto told him fighting was not a good idea.” Damon shook his head. “So Corlys Velaryon and I went to war. We fought for years and asked Viserys for help several times and he still refused to help. Even without his help, I was able to win the war in the end. By the time I returned, I was so angry and wanted to hurt him.”

His father sat down and gestured for Damon to sit across from him. Baelon handed him a cup of wine and just allowed Damon to take a few minutes to collect himself. Damon was thankful to his father for that, he had never been sure how his father would react had he known the things that had happened since his death. 

“I wanted to use Rhaenyra, I had always been her favorite person and I knew she would be receptive to whatever I wanted to do.” Damon did not miss the way his father’s body tensed. “And then I saw Rhaenyra for the first time in years and it felt like the breath had been knocked out of my body. The little girl that I had left was gone and the woman in her place took me by surprise. But I still could not back away.” Damon took a sip of his wine, needing a moment. “So I took her to a pleasure house during the night, knowing that it would get back to my brother and he would have to annul my marriage to Rhea and allow me to wed Rhaenyra.”

“You took your niece to a pleasure house to ruin her reputation?” Baelon narrowed his eyes, Damon could see his father was not happy.

“Yes, but Rhaenyra surprised me again. She did not react like I expected her to.”

“What reaction were you expecting?”

“Shock, surprise, fear, and maybe even a little disgust.” Damon let out a laugh, this time it was amused. “But my little niece was not fearful, disgusted, or shocked. I could see a little surprise in her eyes, but mostly I could see desire. And then I kissed her and that sealed my fate.”

“How?” Baelon’s look was curious.

“The moment I kissed her I knew I would never be able to hurt her. She owned me from that moment. I have always loved her as my niece, she was my little dragon. But in that moment I fell in love with the woman she had become and I knew I would do anything to be able to wed her, to have her as mine.”

“I am guessing Viserys was not agreeable to this.”

“No, he was angry and refused to annul my marriage and then he betrothed Rhaenyra to Laenor.” Damon shook his head. “But I would not be denied, so I killed Rhea and then Rhaenyra and I flew to Dragonstone and wed in the tradition of our house.”

“What did Viserys do?” 

“He screamed and yelled, but there was nothing he could do.” Damon had been humbled by the way his wife had stood by him. “Rhaenyra told him that if he made her choose she would choose me, that she would always choose me. Viserys knew he had lost, Rhaenyra was his only child. His marriage with Alicent did not produce any children and Otto was dead. He accepted our marriage, but he was not happy. He still glares at me every time I walk into a room.”

“You and Nyra seem very happy and very in love.” Baelon’s smile was gentle. “I am surprised you do not have any children.”

“We have been wed for less than a year.” Damon smiled at his father. “Also once we have done what we were sent here to do we will be returned to our time at the exact moment we left. So the gods ensured that my wife will not get with child while we are in this time.”

“Do you want children?” 

“Yes, but I will wait for Nyra to be ready.” His wife was afraid of childbirth and Damon could not blame her. “She remembers everything that happened with her mother and how she was cut open by Viserys.”

Damon saw Baelon flinched at the mention of Aemma being cut open by Viserys. He was happy to know that his father and Aemma had a good relationship. He hoped they would be able to be happy together and live many years. But for that, there were a few people who would need to die first. 

                                                                                    Daemon  Targaryen (33 years old.)

                                                                                     Baelon Targaryen (43 years old.)

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Chapter 25

King Jaehaerys retired right after the tourney had ended, he was not feeling well. Nyra knew that his time was close, he was dying. It confused Nyra a bit because in her world her grandsire had lasted about three more years. Maybe it was the gods doing, but for now, things were going well. Viserys was sitting in a corner with Otto beside him, and Alicent sitting next to her father. The poor girl looked miserable and Nyra could not help but feel bad for her. She might hated her stepmother, but this Alicent was still innocent and she was in a very bad position. 

“Nyra!” She laughed when Rhaenyra ran to her. The little girl had been having an amazing time during the tourney. She had been especially happy when Daemon had asked for her favor. “Play with me.”

“I thought you were going to be spending some time with your father?” Rhaenyra had been happy to sit close to Viserys during the tourney and had announced to everyone that her father would play with her during the garden party. But Viserys was sitting by Otto and seemed to be drinking more than usual. “Why are you not with him?”

“He got upset when I gave my favor to Uncle Daemon.” The small girl shrugged. “When we arrived at the garden he said he had more important things to do.”

Nyra felt anger at that, it was like seeing herself all over again, which in a way it was. Her father always had more important things to worry about than spending time with her, especially after he wed Alicent. He had made her his cupbearer, but never allowed her to give an opinion, and every time she attempted to speak he would tell her it was not a matter for women. Apparently, her father had started his neglect a bit earlier this time around. 

“Where are your mother and grandsire?” She had seen Aemma and Baelon speaking to a few of the lords earlier.

“They are talking to Corlys and Rhaenys.” Rhaenyra took her hand and pulled along. 

Nyra smiled at how pushy the little girl was and attempted to remember if she had behaved the same way when she was that age. She remembered Daemon telling her once that at three name days old she had everyone wrapped around her finger. 

“Rhaenyra!” The small girl and Nyra turned as Laenor Velaryon ran towards them. He stopped in front of them and gave a quick bow. “Do you want to play?”

“Yes!” Rhaenyra let go of her hand the idea of playing with someone closer to her age was more appealing. The small girl started to run away before stopping and looking back at her. “Do you mind?”

“No,” Nyra answered with a smile. “Go ahead.”

Rhaenyra and Laenor ran away to play, leaving Nyra on her own once more. She had seen her husband walking around and talking to a man she had never seen before. She started to get worried, the faceless man said that it would only take a few hours for Otto to die since he had used all the poison. She had been watching Otto and he did not seem to be having any issues, he appeared to be a bit uncomfortable, but nothing too bad. 

“Have you seen Rhaenyra?” She jumped at the voice and turned to see Aemma giving her an apologetic look. “I am sorry, I did not mean to scare you.”

“It is fine.” She took a deep breath. “Rhaenyra went with Laenor to play. I thought you and Baelon were speaking to the Velaryons.”

“I was, but I needed a few minutes away from them.” Nyra could tell Aemma was annoyed. “I love Rhaenys, she is one of the strongest women I have ever met, but I am not too pleased about her husband.”

“He is not happy that his wife is being passed over for Baelon.” Aemma nodded even though it had not been a question. “Corlys’s greatest ambition was to have his blood on the throne. Once Aemon passed away he believed that he would be the next king.”

“Yes, well, I do not think grandsire would allow that to happen.” Aemma shook her head. “He will not allow a woman to take the throne when there is a man available.”

Rhaenyra opened her mouth, wanting to tell her mother that it was true, but there was a scream before she could speak and both she and her mother turned to see Otto bent over one of the tables, gripping his side. Nyra and Aemma walked closer to the man and Nyra noticed how pale and sweaty his skin looked. Viserys was standing close to him, a worried look on his face. Otto let out a loud yell and Viserys called for a maester, while two guards took hold of Otto and helped him to his chambers. Nyra had to hide her smile, she could not wait for that horrible man to die and she hoped it was painful. 

                                                                Rhaenyra  Targaryen (17 years old.)

                                                                                    Rhaenyra Targaryen (3 years old.)

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Aemma had sent Rhaenyra and Laenor to her chambers and told them to play there. The celebrations had come to an end the moment Otto Hightower had started screaming in pain. He had been taken to his chambers and the maester was tending to him. Aemma attempted to mask her face and look a bit sorry, it would not do if she looked as happy as she felt that the awful man would die soon. While she did not condone murder, she would prefer Otto die in place of her husband. 

She walked down the halls and came to a stop when she saw Alicent. The poor girl was standing with her back against the wall as tears ran down her face. Aemma placed a hand on her shoulder, making the girl jump and turn to look at her. Part of Aemma wanted to hate this girl, Nyra had told her some of the things Alicent had done, but Aemma could not hate her. The woman Nyra had spoken of was not this girl, the girl in front of her was still innocent, even after everything her father had attempted to do. Rhaenyra had told her how she found Alicent crying in the gardens and how her father had slapped her. Aemma could not help but feel sorry for the young girl, she was being abused by an ambitious man and no one would stop it.

“I apologize, princess.” Alicent courtesied quickly and attempted to wipe away her tears.

“There is nothing you should apologize for.” Aemma gave the girl a gentle smile. “Have the maesters said anything about your father’s condition?”

“Yes, he is not getting any better.” Alicent looked towards the direction her father’s chambers were in. “The maesters said there is no hope.”

“I am sorry.” While she was not sorry Otto was dying, she felt bad for Alicent. “Why are you out here?”

“My uncle ordered us to leave.” Alicent shrugged. “He wanted to speak to the maesters alone.” Aemma was sure he did, he could not speak about his brother being poisoned with everyone present. “The maester said he will die, it is only a matter of hours.”

Aemma had known that the man would die, but she did not realize how quickly it would happen. Baelon had told her that according to what Damon said, it had taken five days for the poison to kill him in the other world. Apparently, Damon did not have the patience to wait that long.

“What will happen after your father passes?” She could tell Alicent was worried about more than just her father. “What is your family going to do?”

“I am not sure.” The young girl bit her lip. “We will be under the care of my uncle.”

“But your father had already set up a marriage for you.” Alicent’s eyes became wide with fear and Aemma gave her an amused smile. “Do not worry, I am aware you are supposed to be wedding Viserys, but I am also aware this is not your doing.”

“I am sorry.” Tears ran down Alicent’s face. “I did not know about it until after you both had been divorced.”

“I do not blame you, Alicent.” The girl let out a relieved sigh. “Do you want to wed Viserys?”

“I…” Alicent did not know what to say and Aemma did not want to guide her answer, so she just waited. “It does not matter what I want, I must do what my family asks of me.”

“But that is not what I asked.” 

“The prince is a good choice for a husband.” Alicent started picking on the skin of her nails. “I would be lucky to wed him.”

Aemma could tell that she was not speaking the truth, but Alicent was afraid to tell her how she truly felt. There had to be a way to save the poor girl, not to condemn her to a loveless marriage. Viserys still had not signed the marriage contract, he was not able to until the king or the hand of the king reviewed it. Aemma knew that Viserys was a good man, but he and Alicent would never be happy together and the poor girl deserved someone she could love or at least care for.

“I believe you are too young to wed yet.” Alicent swallowed and nodded her head, making Aemma smile, a plan forming in her head. “You should wait until you are a bit older, you will not come of age for three more years. I will speak to my husband and have him push back the date for your wedding until after you are six and ten.”

“Truly?” Alicent’s face was hopeful.

“Truly.” Aemma ran a hand over the girl’s head. “In the meantime, you shall be my lady in waiting. That way you will be able to stay in the capital and help your family.”

Alicent nodded her head enthusiastically and Aemma could not help but be pleased. She wanted to save Alicent if she was able, but if Alicent became a threat to her family it would be easier to get rid of her if she was close. She was sure Alicent would be safer away from her uncle, who would continue to abuse her, just like her father had done. Aemma would make sure to keep a close eye on the girl.  

                                                                                  Aemma Arryn (18 years old.)

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Chapter 26

Damon resisted the urge to laugh as Hobert Hightower attempted to keep his composure while speaking to his father. Since his grandsire was very ill, Baelon was the one in charge as heir to the throne and hand of the king. It had been two days since Otto’s death and Hobert had already sent his brother’s body to Oldtown, he had stayed behind to resolve Alicent’s wedding. The man had not been expecting Baelon’s amendments to the contract and had been shocked. Damon was a bit surprised too, but he was also happy about the changes. 

“This was not what we agreed on, my prince.” Baelon just lifted an eyebrow and looked amused. “Prince Viserys and my brother decided that the prince would wed Alicent as soon as appropriate after his divorce.”

“My lord, your niece is too young to be wed, she will not be of age for three years.” Baelon’s expression did not change. “I would think that as the person responsible for her well-being you would not want your niece to be in danger.”

“Of course not, my prince.” The man swallowed. “I just want to make sure people will not attempt to take advantage of my niece now that her father is gone.”

“Are you making some kind of accusation, Lord Hobert?” Baelon narrowed his eyes at the man and Damon hid his smile behind his cup. “I would advise you to tread carefully.”

“Of course not.” The man knew he had overstepped and attempted to save face. “My niece informed me that Princess Aemma requested her as her lady in waiting. Is that such a good idea?”

“Do you have something against my wife?” Damon’s smile left his face and he could tell that his father was truly upset. Baelon looked like he was about to leap over the table and attack the other man. “Because she is a Targaryen princess and a dragon rider, your niece would be lucky to be under her care.”

“Of course, my prince.” Hobert looked terrified and even Damon was a bit worried that Baelon would attack the lord, especially because they had nothing against Hobert Hightower to justify killing him. “I did not mean any disrespect.”

“I am sure you did not.” Baelon’s voice was calmer, but he was still glaring at the other man. “Your niece will be treated like the lady she is and we will review this contract once she has turned six and ten, and not a moment before.”

Hobert nodded but did not say anything, he knew he had lost. The lord bowed and walked out of the room. Damon turned to his father, who still looked a bit annoyed. 

“For a moment I thought you would attack him.” 

“I knew what he was thinking as soon as he mentioned Aemma’s name.” Baelon shook his head. “I cannot believe he had the audacity to come to me and ask about his niece’s wedding when his brother just died.”

“For them, power is more important.” Damon shrugged. “I am surprised Aemma asked Alicent to be her lady.”

“Aemma believes she is innocent.” Baelon looked at him for a moment. “What do you think?”

“I am not the person to ask.” He would not lie to his father. “I believe all Hightowers should die, but I am sure my wife will have a different answer if you asked her.”

“I thought Nyra hated Alicent?”

“The Alicent in our world.” Sometimes it was hard to explain certain things. “But she sees this Alicent as innocent, this girl has not been corrupted yet. She does not know what it feels like to be queen, to have that power in her hands.”

“Aemma also wants to be able to watch her.”

“That is smart.” Damon agreed with Aemma. “We should make sure Alicent stays innocent because the moment she stops we will need to kill her.”

Damon had no problems killing that bitch, but he knew his wife and his good mother, or stepmother, gods this was all so confusing, would have something different to say about it.

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Nyra was a bit surprised when she found Viserys walking on the beach, he did not notice her, and she took her time to study him. He looked older and the way he carried himself was almost defeated. He looked like someone who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. She could not help but feel bad for him, even after all the mistakes he had made, there and in her world, he was still her father and she had always loved him. After observing him for a few minutes she walked closer to him and waited until he noticed her. 

“I have never seen you walking out here.” She smiled. “I actually do not remember seeing my father walking on the beach either. I was starting to believe you were afraid of water.”

“Walking helps me clear my head.” He did not return her smile. “It is peaceful out here, not so many people watching and laughing at me.”

“Who is laughing at you?” Nyra asked with a frown. 

“Everyone.” Viserys gave her an annoyed stare. “Do not act like you have not noticed it. They all talk behind my back, the man whose wife left him for his father, and then her screams of pleasure could be heard down the halls.”

“She did not leave you.” Even as bad as she felt for what he must have heard, she would not allow him to play the victim. “You left her. If I remember correctly, you are the one that asked for a divorce repeatedly.”

“I did not know she was being poisoned.” The way he said it angered her.

“Why is that important?” Nyra glared at him, seeing the man she had grown up with. The one who liked placing blame on everyone but himself. “She went to you and spoke about her fears, she did not know she was being poisoned either. She was reaching out to you, for help and understanding and you left her.”

“We had a duty.” She wanted to hit him over the head and see if that would clear his mind. “She had a duty and she refused to do her part.”

“And is duty making you happy now?” Nyra crossed her arms over her chest. “You have a young woman to whom you will wed in a few years, she might be able to give you sons. Is doing your duty making you any happier?”

“No.” He admitted. “But it will secure the kingdom.”

“It will?” Nyra gave him a curious look and moved closer to him. “Are you certain? Because in the future, your children will kill each other and they will kill the dragons. When all is said and done, there will not be anything good left. Magic will die, it will be erased, and when it is needed to save the world once more it will be too late.”

“What are you saying?”

“Did you not listen to anything we told you?” It surprised her how blind and stubborn her father could be. “We told you the gods sent us back to stop the death of the dragons and to stop magic from being extinguished from the world.” Nyra shook her head. “When you made me your heir you told me about Aegon’s prophecy.”

“Aegon’s prophecy?” 

“Yes.” It took Nyra a moment to realize he would not know what she was talking about. At that time he still had not been told about the prophecy. “You do not know what I speak of yet, but believe me when I say it is worse than even we can imagine. When that time comes it will be a fight between humanity and horrible dead creatures that will come from the far north. Magic and dragons will be needed, but the fight will be lost because of what happened years earlier. We killed the dragons and magic died with them.”

Her father looked at her with a strange look on his face, he was attempting to see if she was telling the truth. Her father had always been one to believe in prophecies and dreams, he had believed himself a dreamer at one point in time. Nyra could not understand why her father was ignoring the biggest miracle that had happened to the Targaryens for over one hundred years. It was not like people traveled through time and space every day. 

“Why are you having such a hard time believing us?” It took her a moment to see it on his face. “Does this have anything to do with the fact that I am wed to Damon?”

“It does not give me any confidence that my brother wed my daughter while she was still a child.”

“I was wed to Damon when I was six and ten.” Nyra reminded herself that slapping her father would not make anything better. “And I will not remark on the hypocrisy of your statement.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what I said.” She glared at him. “You just requested to wed a girl who is only three and ten. Let me tell you something about my husband because you seem to have forgotten and chosen to believe all the lies Otto Hightower fed you. Do not bother to tell me he did not say anything.” Nyra said when her father opened his mouth the defend Otto. “Damon always loved you, he would have done anything for you, in fact, he did. He was the one who worked the hardest to make sure you became king, and you thanked him by exiling him time and time again. Even after all of that he still supported you and wanted to protect you. Damon did not look at me as a woman until he returned from the Stepstones and by that time I was already of age. Before that, he never looked at me with anything other than familiar love.”

“I still do not like it.” It was like speaking to a child.

“You do not have to like it, you just have to be happy for me and for him, because we are your family.” She stood up and let out a sigh. “You have already lost Aemma, and you keep pushing away the people who love you. I would advise you to think long and hard about the decisions you are making because if you keep going down this path you will be all alone.”

Nyra walked away, upset that after everything her father refused to listen to what they were attempting to tell him. They were his family and they wanted him to be happy, but he just kept fighting them every step. Sometimes it felt like he wanted to be miserable. 

                                                                      Rhaenyra  Targaryen (17 years old.)

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Chapter 27

                                                                        Rhaenyra Targaryen (3 years old.)

1 month later.

It took a few minutes for her to come awake, she was warm and comfortable so moving was not very appealing. Damon had her wrapped in his arms and her head laid on his chest. She could not help but smile, things had not been too bad in the past moon. Her father had started behaving a bit better after they talked and he would even eat with them sometimes. He would still glare at the younger version of her husband anytime little Rhaenyra would ask him to take her somewhere or to play with her. The hardest part was seeing the way he looked at her mother. Aemma and Baelon were immensely happy and in love, even if the two idiots had not told each other yet. Her mother and grandsire did their best not to show any sign of affection while Viserys was present. 

They did not always succeed, sometimes they did not even realize what they were doing until Viserys was glaring at them. Like how Baelon would touch Aemma without thinking, he would run a hand over her hair, or touch her hand. Then there was the way they looked at each other, everyone in the room could feel the heat between them. So much so that younger Daemon said he would vomit over his food if they kept looking at each other that way. Nyra felt bad for her father, but she was so happy for her mother and grandsire. They both had lost so much at such a young age. Even if in her world they were still dead, she was happy that at least in this one they could have happy and fulfilling lives. 

“I can feel your smile against my chest.” Her smile widened at her husband’s sleepy voice. “Should I be jealous of whatever is making you smile this way so early in the morning?”

“Unless you are jealous of your father and my mother, I do not believe you have anything to worry about.” She lifted her head so she would be able to look at his face. “I am also happy that my father seems to be trying a bit harder.”

“He sulks any time he is anywhere near any of us, unless is Rhaenyra.” Damon let out a sigh and played with the ends of her hair. “I do not want you to get your hopes up and then be disappointed when he does not change.”

“I will not be disappointed.” She scooted up until their faces were almost pressed together. “I just wish to give him a chance.”

Nyra pressed her lips against Damon’s, moaning when he cupped her face with one hand and deepened the kiss. Mornings were one of her favorite times with her husband in both worlds. They were always able to spend a few minutes on their own, sometimes a bit longer if they did not have a lot of duties that day. They could talk or just lay with each other, just be together without people intervening. 

Nyra broke the kiss when she heard a strange sound and frowned as she looked at the door. There was some mumbling and what sounded like guards chuckling loudly. Nyra moved off the bed, giving Damon a smile when he groaned and followed her. She made sure her nightgown was in place before opening the door and laughing at the sight that met her eyes. Rhaenyra was walking, or attempting to walk, down the hall, while carrying a pillow that was bigger than she was. Nyra had seen those pillows before, they were in the nursery and most of the time the nursemaids were the ones who used them to sit. 

“Rhaenyra.” The small girl stopped at the sound of her voice and turned to look at her with wide eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” Nyra bit her lip to stop herself from smiling and just raised an eyebrow. The little girl gave her an innocent look. “What?”

“Why are you carrying a pillow?” 

“I am not.” This time Nyra chuckled and could hear Damon laughing behind her. 

“Then why is there a giant pillow behind you?”

“I was taking it back to my chambers.” Nyra did not say anything, just continued looking at the small girl without saying anything. “Fine, I need it for Syrax.”

“You need it for Syrax?” Nyra frowned. “Is Syrax not in the dragon pit?”

“She is, but her pillow is too small.” Rhaenyra’s look was exasperated. “I asked papa if I could take one of the pillows in the nursery and he said no because dragons did not need pillows, but Syrax likes to sleep on soft things.”

“Were you planning to drag the pillow all the way to the dragon pit?” Damon asked with an amused look on his face.

“No!” Rhaenyra looked at Damon like he was a fool. “Uncle Daemon said he would take me to the dragon pit this morning. I am taking the pillow to his chambers so we can take it to the dragon pit.”

“Is there a reason you are doing this so early in the morning?” Nyra kneeled in front of the girl. “Or without asking anyone for help?”

“Because papa cannot know.” Rhaneyra’s answer said that should explain everything. 

“You are aware that the guards can see you?” Nyra asked as she took the pillow.

“They will not, I have promised them all cake.” Nyra stood up and picked up the pillow, which was large even for her so she was not sure how Rhaenyra had managed to carry it all the way here. The pillow was not heavy, but she was not sure how the small girl could have seen over it. Rhaenyra gave her a questioning look. “What are you doing?”

“I am helping you.” Nyra started to walk and Rhaenyra followed her. “We cannot allow Syrax to be uncomfortable.”

“No, we cannot.” Rhaenyra’s smile was contagious. “I will need to talk to mama to have someone make her a giant pillow. One day she will be as large as Caraxes.”

“That is true.” Nyra handed the pillow to the kingsguard, who gave her a confused look but still took it. She then turned back to the girl and bent forward, making sure to whisper. “Are you aware that your gown is backward?”

“I dressed myself.” Rhaenyra leaned forward and placed a hand next to her mouth, whispering back to her. “Do not worry, uncle Daemon will fix it for me.”

Nyra chuckled and knocked on the door before turning around and leaving. She could not wait to hear the story about Daemon showing up at the dragon pit with a small girl and a very large pillow for a small dragon. 

                                                                     Rhaenyra Targaryen (17 years old.)

                                                                      Daemon  Targaryen (33 years old.)

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Aemma walked down the hall and straightened her blue gown. She was not sure what was wrong with her, but she needed to see her husband. As Jaehaerys got sicker, Baelon took more and more of his duties until he was pretty much running the kingdom. He had been very busy lately and Aemma felt badly for him. He had been so tired lately and sometimes would not even come to bed until the early hours of the morning. She would make sure he ate, but there was not much more she could do to help him. 

One of the kingsguard at the door saw her coming and opened the doors without any prompting. Aemma walked into the study Baelon had been using to work in and stopped at the doors. She gave her husband a few seconds until he noticed her presence, and the smile on his face took her breath away. 

“Aemma.” He looked so happy to see her that it made her feel better about interrupting him. “I did not think I would see you for a few hours.”

“I wanted to make sure you were not working too much.” Aemma moved closer to the desk. “Have you eaten anything today?”

“Yes, I had something to eat earlier.” He gave her an amused look. “Are you well? We have not been able to talk much in the past fortnight.”

“I am well.” Aemma moved until she was standing next to her husband. “I just wanted to make sure you were well.” 

Baelon looked at her for a moment and she could tell he did not believe her, but she was not sure how she was supposed to tell him what she wanted. She did not want to be bothersome or needy and did not want him to grow tired of her. 

“Are you sure that is all you wanted?” Baelon narrowed his eyes at her.

“Yes.” 

Baelon stood up, the look on his face made a shiver run down her spine. One of his hands wrapped around her waist pulling her closer to him, while his other hand pushed hair over her shoulder before cupping her face.

“Are you aware that to be a good warrior a man needs to learn to read his opponent’s body?” Aemma shook her head, not sure where he was going with this. “Since you walked in I have been reading your body. Your breathing is faster than it should be, your cheeks are flushed and your pretty nipples are hard. Do you know what that tells me, pretty girl?”

“No.” 

“It tells me that you are aroused.” He nipped her lips and the hand on her waist moved lower, as he started to raise her skirts. She did not move a muscle as he slid his hand under the skirt of her gown and cupped her between her legs. “And your cunt is telling me I was right.”

Baelon slid a finger inside her, his eyes never moving away from hers. Aemma’s hands went to his shoulders and her lips fell open. He added a second finger and she flushed even harder when she moaned and was sure the guard outside the door could hear it. Baelon kissed her, sucking her tongue into his mouth. The pressure inside her body grew until she knew one more touch of his finger and she would find her release. She whimpered when he took his fingers and mouth away. 

“Tell me why you are truly here Aemma?” His voice made it clear that she was affecting him also.

“I…” She was surprised when he fell back on the chair, pulling her down with him. He moved her until she was straddling him. “I just needed you.”

“You needed me to fuck you?” He untied her gown until it fell around her shoulders, freeing her breasts. “Are you needy pretty girl?”

“Yes.” Baelon’s hands unlaced his trousers while his lips wrapped around one of her nipples. Aemma hugged his head to her chest. “I need you, please.”

She could feel Baelon’s smile against her skin as he moved her, and buried himself to the hilt inside her. Aemma panted as Baelon moved, his hips rocking under hers. He moved for a few seconds before stopping.

“Then take what you want.” Aemma frowned, her brain was muddled with pleasure. “Move your gorgeous body and ride me.”

It took her a bit aback and she leaned back a bit to look at his face. His face was a mask of pleasure but he did not move. Aemma was not sure what to do, she wanted him, but they had never made love this way before. He had always taken control when making love. His hands went to her ass and he raised her body a bit before pushing her down, showing her how she needed to move. Aemma's hands went to his upper arms as she moved her hips experimentally, attempting to find a rhythm that was pleasurable for both of them. She followed Baelon’s groans and grunts, matching her movements to the way his body reacted and moved faster. The pressure inside her built faster this time as Baelon’s hands tightened on her ass. Her clit rubbed against the base of his cock every time she slammed down. 

Baelon seemed hypnotized by her bouncing breasts. Aemma bounced faster as her channel spasmed uncontrollably around his cock. Her legs shook uncontrollably as Baelon buried himself inside her, his seed filling her. Baelon’s hands moved to her breasts, squeezing her nipples while their bodies continued grounding against each other. 

“You can come to me anytime you need me.” He kissed her mouth sweetly. “I do not mind stopping my duties to tend to my wife.”

Aemma laughed and nodded, kissing his mouth. She should have known he would not mind if she wanted him. 

                                                     Aemma Arryn (18 years old.)

                                                                                Baelon Targaryen (43 years old.)

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Chapter 28

Nyra sat with her mother and stared at Alicent, who was playing with Rhaenyra, chasing her around. Alicent had behaved like the perfect lady and visitor the entire time since her uncle and the rest of her family had left. She appeared to be more outgoing now that she was away from Hobert and her smiles came easier. She enjoyed reading and spending time in the gardens. She also treated Aemma and everyone else with respect, Nyra could not see any of the hate that her stepmother had for her family and their customs in this Alicent. She was hoping it would stay that way and they would not be forced to kill the poor girl. 

“She is behaving.” Nyra looked at her mother who gestured towards Alicent. “She has done everything I have asked of her and she is very polite and sweet. She does not appear to like Viserys, at least not enough to wed him. She dreams about a young and handsome knight.”

“I do not blame her.” She looked at Alicent for a moment before looking back at Aemma. “She is so young, it is hard to see her as the woman who hated me most of my life.”

“I am sorry, you had to go through all of that.” Aemma gave her a sad look. “But I am happy that you are here. Things have been better since you and Damon arrived.”

“I can see how happy you are.” Aemma blushed which just made Nyra smile. “I think most of the castle can tell how happy you are. You are lucky your daughter is a deep sleeper.”

“I cannot believe everyone knows what happens in my chambers.”

“Then you might want to be a bit quieter.” Nyra laughed out loud when Aemma’s face turned even redder. “How are things going with the midwife?”

“Everything is going well.” Aemma's smile was pleased. “She examines me once a week. She says that the poison has left my system completely and I am perfectly healthy.”

“I am so glad.” She had been worried about her mother’s health and was happy to hear she was doing well. Aemma seemed strong and full of life, not like the weak woman who could not even get out of bed some days. “How are things with Viserys? Has he caused any more problems?”

“No in the way you might think.” Aemma frowned. “He is writing to Hobert Hightower, the man is attempting to kindle a friendship with him since his brother cannot do it any longer.”

“Please, tell me that Viserys is not thinking about becoming friends with that man.”

“He has been answering his letters.” Aemma shrugged. “Viserys still seems to think that Daemon is a danger and is not happy with the idea of our daughter and Daemon marrying one day.”

“What is he thinking of doing?” She did not like the idea of her father sharing ideas with Hobert. 

“Hobert Hightower offered a betrothal between Rhaenyra and his son Ormund.”

“What?” Nyra was so shocked she almost fell out of her chair. “What is he thinking? There is no way I would ever want to wed that man and I can assure you this Rhaenyra will not want to either.”

“I have already spoken with Baelon about it. He says he will not allow it, and since he will be the king and Rhaenyra is a princess, he has the final say on who she will wed.”

Aemma twisted the ring around her finger, which made Nyra smile. She did the same thing when she was nervous or anxious. “I do not know when the animosity Viserys feels for his younger brother started, but now it is worrying me. I cannot see the reason why he is against Daemon being anywhere near Rhaenyra, we can all see how much Daemon loves my daughter. He does the most ridiculous things just to make her smile, and we have seen how much Damon loves you. Why would he not want that for our daughter?”

“He is jealous.” Even if it had taken her a few years to realize it, she could see it clearly now. “Damon and his younger self are warriors, tall and handsome and they have the love of the people. Daemon is everything Viserys is not and he resents that. The only thing my father was ever able to hold above his brother was the fact that he was born first and that is why he always made sure that Daemon knew he was the king and the one with all the power.” 

“Yes, but Viserys has never shown any jealousy towards Daemon before. Why now?”

“He has always been jealous.” Nyra pushed a curl behind her ear. “But he never actually showed it until after I told him I wanted to wed Damon and that is when he lost control. Now, Viserys knows what the future will be and he cannot deal with the fact that in his head Damon will take me away from him one day.”

She hated that her father saw her as something that could be taken like she was some toy or something. Rhaenyra had always loved her father and she loved her uncle also, it was two very different kinds of love. She had never understood why her father had made it into some kind of competition. 

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                                                        Aemma Arryn (18 years old.)

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Rhaenyra fixed the crown on her head, making sure it would not fall off. Then she fixed her hair, making sure that her silver curls were not too messy. The outfit had come out just like she had asked, the seamstress had done an excellent job. Rhaenyra smiled when she remembered the woman’s shocked look when she had told her the type of outfit she wanted. It had taken the seamstress five days, but it had come out perfect. This was a special gift for her husband since she had been so distracted lately. He had always loved when she dressed for him and she was planning to treat him today. She had the maids bring in his favorite wine and strawberries since those were her favorite. She had lit all the candles in the room and prepared everything perfectly. 

She turned away from the mirror when the doors opened and Daemon walked in. He closed the doors and turned before his whole body froze. His gaze moved around the room and stopped when he saw her. His gaze moved up and down her body and his pupils expanded as his breathing picked up speed. She walked towards him, putting a little extra swing on her hips. Daemon seemed hypnotized and had not moved an inch. 

“Do you like my gown?” She ran a hand over his covered chest, before wrapping a strand of his silver hair around her finger. “I know you love the way I look in white and gold.”

“You look beautiful in any color.” His voice was husky and his eyes were filled with fire. “But this… Gods Rhaenyra, are you trying to kill me?”

“No.” She raised herself on the tip of her toes and pressed a soft kiss to his chin. “I just want to please you.” 

She took his hand and led him to the chair she had placed close to the small table she had brought in. He sat down and she poured some wine into a cup before handing it to him. He took a sip but did not take his eyes away from her. Rhaenyra took one of the strawberries and took a small bite, noticing the way his eyes moved to her mouth. She chewed softly before sitting on his lap. The slit on her skirt parted, leaving her entire leg uncovered. Daemon placed the cup on the table and turned all his attention to her. 

“I love strawberries, they taste so good.” She ran the side of the strawberry she had bitten into down his throat, before following the path with her tongue. “But they taste better on your skin.”

“Rhaenyra..” His hands reached towards her and she shook her head, making him frown. 

“No touching.” She removed his tunic before taking another bite of the strawberry and running it over his chest. “I am the one playing now, so all I want you to do is sit there and allow me the pleasure of licking and tasting you all over.”

He groaned but did not move as she continued to lick his chest. His hands tightened on the arms of the chair when she dragged her teeth over one of his nipples. She teased his nipple with the tip of her tongue as her hands moved down the front of his body. His body was tight and he did move as she moved to his other nipple, giving it the same attention as the last one. She then licked her way up his body and placed the last bit of her strawberry in his mouth. Daemon took her offering, running his tongue over her finger as he did. Once he had eaten the strawberry Rhaenyra kissed him, sweeping her tongue into his mouth moaning at his taste. 

She broke the kiss, moving her mouth down his face, and nipped his chin. She continued her way down his body. His abdomen tensed when she bit the spot below his belly button, then ran her tongue over it to soothe the sting. She unlaced his trousers slowly, sucking on the skin right above his trousers. She freed his cock, which was already hard as steel, and moved her hand up and down a few times. She smiled when she noticed how tense he was, he had not moved an inch. 

“Rhaenyra..” His voice was harsh like his control was hanging on by a thread. 

“What?” She licked the side of his cock, before drawing circles around the tip. “Do you want me to suck your cock?”

“I do not know how much I can take.” His face and eyes said that he would not last much longer. “Let me touch you.”

“No.” She answered with an amused smile. 

His growl turned into a choked noise when she took his cock into her mouth, stopping for a second when it touched the back of her throat, before pushing farther down. That was all it took before he exploded out of the chair and dragged her up. The kiss was harsh, almost violent and his hands gripped her hair with enough force to make it sting. He removed her tiara and threw it aside before ripping the flimsy clothes she had been wearing. She did not have time to think before he threw her on the bed and flipped her over. It startled her when she felt his lips on her back, licking his way down her spine as he moved down her body. The softness of his mouth did not match the harsh look on his face. 

Rhaenyra gasped when Daemon’s hand landed on her upturned ass. Her body jerked at the sting.

“AH!” She cried out when his hand landed on her other cheek, harder this time. 

“You should not have teased me, little niece.” Her entire body felt flushed and raw, the sting of the slaps had moved between her legs. She could feel the wetness dripping down her thighs and jerked when he spanked her again. “You teased me with that gorgeous body and that naughty little mouth. I believe now is my turn.”

Her moans were loud as he continue spanking her until her ass was numb and red and her thighs trembled. She gasped when she felt the first swipe of his tongue over the tender skin of her ass. The soft kisses made her whine as he forced her thighs open. He licked her inner thighs, moaning at her taste and her hands tightened on the sheets. His mouth moved higher and she cried out at the first swipe of his tongue between her legs. His tongue teasing her clit was all it took for her release to break free. 

“My needy little niece.” She almost cried when he took his mouth away, then moaned when the broad head of his cock entered her. “Who enjoys it when I spank her.”

Then Daemon moved, his cock spearing into her body as it shook. Pleasure pulsed through her and she could do nothing but hold on. Daemon’s hands moved to her hips as he thrust hard and fast into her. Her body still had not come down from her first orgasm when a second one slammed into her, making her scream. Daemon’s body picked up speed and his grunts became louder until she felt the warmth of his release filling her. She could feel his body tremble as it fell on top of hers. They stayed in that position for only a few seconds before Daemon moved off her and pulled her body against his.

“I am not sure what I did to deserve all of this, but I need to do it again.” 

Rhaenyra laughed before turning around and laid a hand on his chest. She looked up at him and gave him an unsure smile.

“When we return to our world.” She cleared her throat before continuing to speak. “I would like to have a child.”

“You would?” He looked shocked and pleased at the same time. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” She smiled, a bit more sure this time. “I want us to have a family.”

He nodded his head before kissing her quickly. She knew how much Daemon wanted a child and she wanted them to have a family of their own. Daemon would be an excellent father.  

                                                                      Rhaenyra  Targaryen (17 years old.)

                                                                       Daemon Targaryen (33 years old.)

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Chapter 29

                                                                          Rhaenyra Targaryen (4 years old.)

                                                                      Daemon Targaryen (19 years old.)

3 months later

Nyra sat on top of the table and moaned when her husband kissed her deeper, the hand around her waist pressing her body tighter against his. Her husband had been especially amorous since she had told him about wanting a child a few moons before. She had pointed out to him that she could not get with child while they were in this world, but he just said that he enjoyed the practice. She enjoyed it also, so she had no complaints about her husband wanting to fuck her every two minutes. They were supposed to be breaking their fast with the rest of the family but there was no one present yet. They had arrived to find the chambers empty and the guards let them know that Baelon and Aemma were dealing with an issue with Princess Rhaenyra, but they could wait inside. Her husband had decided to kiss her while they waited. 

Damon broke the kiss to allow them to breathe for a moment and then moved to kiss her again, before jumping and moving away from her. Nyra frowned and looked to the side to see Rhaenyra standing there with a curious look on her face. Damon glared at the small girl, who seemed unperturbed while Nyra gave her a small smile. 

“Good day, Rhaenyra.” The little girl just blinked. “How long have you been there?”

“Not long.” The little girl shrugged. “Why were you kissing that way?”

“Well because we are wed.” Nyra fixed her gold gown and attempted not to flush at the girl’s question. “And because we love each other.”

“My mama and grandsire are always kissing that way also.” Rhaenyra climbed on the chair, batting Nyra’s hand away when she attempted to help her. Once the little girl was comfortable in her seat she turned to look at Nyra and Damon. “Will I kiss my uncle that way when we are wed?”

“Uhmm…” This time she could not stop the blush that came to her face. “I do not know, I guess that will depend on what happens when you are older.” 

The little girl opened her mouth and Nyra sighed in relief when the doors opened and Aemma, Baelon, and Daemon walked in, interrupting whatever she had been about to say. Aemma kissed her daughter’s head and gave her an exasperated look before taking her seat next to her. Baelon sat next to his wife, while Daemon sat next to Nyra, Damon on the other side of her. Baelon was attempting to keep the amusement from his face, and Daemon was openly chuckling. 

“Did something happen?” Damon asked as he looked around the table. “The guards said there was an issue with Rhaenyra.”

“Yes,” Aemma rolled her eyes. “My daughter decided she would call Syrax to her and sneak her into the castle. The nursemaid went into her chambers and Syrax attacked the poor woman.”

“She did not attack her.” Rhaenyra looked so offended that Nyra and Damon chuckled. The girl gave everyone at the table a regal look. “She just bit her a little, it was like a kiss. Syrax missed her since she had not seen her in so long.”

“You do not bite people when you miss them Rhaenyra,” Aemma said with an exasperated look.

“Of course not, mama. That would be strange.” Baelon’s face was turning red as he attempted to hold in his laughter. “Syrax does not know any better, she is still learning.”

“I have told you Syrax cannot be in the castle any longer.” Aemma shook her head. “You go to see her every day.”

“Yes, but she likes my chambers.” Rhaenyra threw her hands in the air. “She likes the shiny things in there.”

Baelon lost his fight and burst out laughing, Daemon following suit. Their laughter was so contagious that Nyra and Damon chuckled. Aemma glared at her husband and slapped his arm a few times. 

“Do not laugh at her misbehavior.” Aemma slapped Baelon’s arm three more times for good measure and just continued glaring at him. “This is why she keeps doing the same thing over and over because you both spoil her.”

“Do not blame me for this,” Daemon said with a smile. “It was not my doing, mother.” 

Aemma glared at Daemon when he called her that, but Rhaenyra looked between the adults with wide eyes.

“Does that mean kepus is my brother?” The little girl asked, wonder on her face.

“No!” Aemma snapped, still glaring at Daemon, who would not stop smiling. “He is just attempting to be amusing.” 

Rhaenyra nodded and turned back to her food. They had been eating for only a few minutes when the doors to the chambers slammed open and one of the kingsguard ran in.

“My prince.” The knight bowed to Baelon, who was already out of his chair and looked at him with wide eyes. “It is the king. His condition has gotten much worse and the maester is asking for you.”

Baelon was out of the chambers before the knight finished speaking, Daemon, Nyra, and Damon running after him. Nyra had known this was coming, Jaehaerys’s condition had worsened so much in the past few moons that he had not been out of his chambers for more than two moons. They made it to the king’s chambers to find Ser Ryam Redwyne, standing at the doors, Blackfyre in his hands. The knight dropped to his knees when he saw Baelon and held the sword with two hands before presenting it to her grandsire.

“King Jaehaerys has passed.” Nyra heard Baelon suck in a breath and his entire body tensed. “Long live King Baelon.”

Baelon just stood there for a moment, looking at the knight as if he did not understand the words coming out of his mouth. No one said anything and for a moment the silence seemed almost oppressive until Baelon reached out and grasped the sword with a trembling hand. Nyra felt Damon squeeze her hand before all of them dropped to their knees in front of the new king. 

                                                                          Rhaenyra Targaryen (17 years old.)

                                                                              Daemon Targaryen (33 years old.)

                                                 Aemma Arryn (18 years old.)

                                                                           Baelon Targaryen (43 years old.)

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2 weeks later.

He wondered if killing his entire small council would be such a bad thing. Since his father’s death, he had barely had a moment to himself. His father’s pyre had been set ablaze the day after he passed and ravens had been sent throughout the kingdom, letting everyone know about the new king’s death and that he was now king. The day after his father’s funeral Aemma had walked into the small council chamber, took his hand, and dragged him away. His wife had told everyone that Baelon would take a few days to rest and to grieve and threatened everyone who bothered him with death. The lords had been terrified of his wife and had left him alone for a couple of days. Aemma had told him that he needed time to grieve and she would make sure he got it. 

Baelon had left Damon in charge of the kingdom, as his supposed good brother, no one was shocked by his selection, and when Baelon returned to running things he found out that the older version of his son was more than capable of running the kingdom, which let him know that the decision he had made to name Daemon his heir was the right one. Baelon still needed to speak to Viserys about his decision, he would not make the announcement before talking to his son, Viserys deserved at least that much. 

Damon entered the small council chambers after all the lords had left and sat beside him. 

“I want your opinion on a decision I have made.” While Baelon was sure of his decisions, he wanted to see what Damon thought about it. “I want to name Daemon as my hand, just as my father did with me. I believe this will prepare him for his role one day.” 

“It would, but I do not think now is the right time.” Baelon frowned. “Daemon is a bit restless right now, he wants to see things and fight battles. There is also the fact that he now knows about Rhaenyra and it would be painful for him to have to wait years watching her grow.”

“That is true, I did not think about that.” He did not want to torture his son for no reason. “What do you think I should do?” 

“Allow him to travel.” Damon gave him an amused look. “Believe it or not, he can bring people to your cause and he can even negotiate treaties in your name. Once the coronation is done and he is named the official heir, send him on a royal tour of the seven kingdoms. After that, send him to Essos and the other free cities, he can make friends and make treaties which would be beneficial to the crown.”

“That is a good idea.” Baelon knew that his son had a way with people, he was beloved by the small folk. “Now, the only problem is finding someone to name as hand of the king.”

“I do not know if you will be agreeable, but Rhaenys would be an excellent hand.” Baelon could not help but be surprised. He had never expected Damon to recommend Rhaenys as hand of the king. “She is smart and driven, and she wants what is best for our family. She will protect you and your rule.”

“That is an interesting choice, I would have never thought of it.” The reason for that was that Baelon was not too sure about Corlys, he disliked how ambitious the man was. “I will think on it and will speak to Rhaenys about it when she comes for the coronation.”

“Corlys will attempt to betroth Laena to Daemon, especially once you make him your heir.” Daemon had known that without Damon telling him, he knew Corlys would not pass the chance to have his daughter become queen. “He wants his blood on the throne more than anything.”

“I am aware of that, which is the reason I cannot betroth Laena to Viserys either. I know that if I do that when the time comes Corlys will attempt to seize the throne and make Viserys king.” He had no plans of marrying his younger son to Laena. She was a perfectly acceptable lady, but he knew Daemon would never be able to love her, especially after seeing Damon and Nyra. “I will announce Daemon and Rhaenyra’s betrothal at the coronation ceremony after I announce my heir. I will arrange to contract for them to be wed once Rhaenyra turns six and ten.”

“That will help, but you are aware that Viserys will not be happy.” Baelon knew that his eldest son wanted to wed his granddaughter to Hobert Hightower’s son. “He wants her to be a Hightower.”

“I would never allow my granddaughter to be wed to anyone from that house.” Even if his son did not see it. That family was full of traitorous vipers. “I will speak to Viserys. There are several things I need to speak to him about.”

Baelon loved Viserys, but he could see his son was weak and a weak king would be the destruction of their family. Viserys could not be allowed to take the throne. He had seen the way his son had been acting and how easy he was to manipulate. Viserys was the reason the dragons had died in the future and he could not allow it to happen again. The world would not be doomed because his eldest son was unable to take charge when he needed to. 

                                                                            Baelon Targaryen (43 years old.)

                                                                          Daemon  Targaryen (33 years old.)

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Chapter 30

1 week later.

“You should be careful, your grace.” The midwife gave her a comforting smile. “I will be tending to you every three days, but if you feel any discomfort or have any questions then just call for me.”

“Thank you.” Aemma returned the woman’s smile before straightening when her husband walked in and frowned at the woman. “You may leave, I will call you if I have need of you.”

The woman bowed to her and Baelon before walking out of the chambers and closing the door behind her. Aemma gave her husband a tentative smile, but he did not return it, just moved closer to her. 

“Aemma.” His look was questioning as he ran his gaze all over her body, reassuring himself that she was not hurt. “Is something wrong?”

“No,” She shook her head quickly. “Everything is well.”

“Then why was the midwife here?”

“She was just examining me.” She could tell he did not believe her. Baelon had the uncanny ability to know when there was something wrong or if there was something bothering her. “I just wanted to make sure everything is well.”

“She has been examining you for moons and she has never done it during this time.” Baelon took her hands and led her to the bed. “Just tell me what is wrong, do not make me pull it out of the woman.”

“I just…” She bit her lip, not knowing what to say or how to say it. “I am with child.”

He did not say anything, just stared at her and blinked a few times. Aemma stood there and did not say anything either, she was unsure of what she was supposed to say. If this had been Viserys he would have been celebrating by now, but she did not know if Baelon wanted more children. 

“Okay.” He took a deep breath. “I am sorry, this is all my fault. I should have paid more attention to make sure you did not get with child, I would never put your life in danger.” He was talking so fast she was having trouble understanding what he was saying. “Maybe we can talk to the midwife or one of the healers, you might be able to get rid of the child without any danger to your life.”

“Baelon.” Aemma cupped his face and kissed his lips softly to make him stop. It took a few minutes, but finally, she felt his shoulders relax. “All is well, the midwife was just examining me to make sure everything is in order. I am not in any danger, well, no more danger than any woman in my condition. The midwife has assured me that I am strong and healthy enough to have children, especially now that I am not being poisoned any longer.”

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes, I would not lie about it. I have no desire to die.” She ran the back of her fingers over the side of his face. “The midwife will keep an eye on things to make sure everything is well.”

“I would never place you in danger Aemma. We do not need to have any children. My sons and your daughter are more than enough.” 

“Thank you,” She felt the need to cry at his words, happy that he valued her life more than the promise of heirs. “I am thankful that you value my life so much.”

“Of course I do.” He cupped her face to make sure she was looking at him. “I love you.”

“You do?” Her eyes widened, she had not expected that confession.

“Of course.” His look was questioning before he gave her an amused smile. “Aemma, everyone knows how I feel about you, I am surprised you did not know.”

“Well, you never said anything and I did not want to assume.” She shrugged. “I knew you cared about me.”

“I more than care about you, I love you.” She smiled, then moaned when he kissed her. “And what about you? Do you love me?”

“Yes.” She threaded her fingers in his silver hair, rubbing her nose against his. “I have loved you for a while.”

“That is a very good thing.” Baelon moved off the bed, his fingers unlacing her gown and his lips kissing any bit of uncovered skin he could find. “Now, let us celebrate this wonderful news about you being with child.”

His mouth covered hers and her entire body melted into his the moment the tip of his tongue touched her lips. Her arms moved to assist him in removing her gown, moaning louder when he grabbed her hips and jerked her body against his. The kiss stole away every single thought and she was more than happy to give herself to him. He bit her bottom lip before licking it. His lips moved down her neck making her knees weak as she fisted her hands on his hair. 

“My pretty girl, always so good, soft, and sweet.” He slid a finger inside her and her knees almost buckled. Her mouth opened against his hair as he pumped in and out of her. Baelon moved her and took her mouth again before setting her on the bed. He broke the kiss and kneeled in front of her, taking her legs and placing them over his strong shoulders. His eyes did not move away from hers. “I think I should show you how happy I am.” He kissed the inside of her thigh, making her body tremble. “So, I am going to lick your pretty cunt.”

Aemma bit her lip so hard she tasted blood and nodded. Before Baelon she had no idea that men put their mouths between a woman’s legs, but her husband seemed to enjoy it immensely and she enjoyed it also. She watched as he lowered his head and stuck out his tongue, before running it slowly up and down her folds. 

“Yes!” She could not help the moan as his tongue ran over her clit, her back arching and her hands tightening on the sheet. 

Her moan seemed to awaken something inside of him because the gentleness went away and he seemed to dive between her legs. His hands palmed her ass pressing her closer against his mouth, as he sucked, licked, and bit her. Her body moved against his mouth and she could not control herself. He bit her clit softly and her body seemed to explode, a loud scream left her throat.

Baelon moved at an incredible speed, picking her up and setting her in the middle of the bed. His clothes did not last more than a few seconds before he had taken them off and moved towards her. Baelon’s hand moved to her throat and his mouth slammed over hers. The hand on her neck was not tight and did not scare her, she knew she could move away if she wanted to, but she did not want to. His teeth bit down on her lower lip before he slammed his large cock inside her. Aemma screamed and her nails raked his back, he was so deep inside her she could feel him in her belly. Then he started to move.

Even while they had confessed to loving each other, this was not lovemaking. He was fucking her, possessing and marking her body. He rammed into her, his body overpowering hers completely until she was not capable of doing anything but scream and cry out his name.

“My pretty girl, with her gorgeous body.” His voice was harsh as one of his hands tightened on her hip. “You are mine Aemma, only I can fuck your perfect little cunt. You belong to me and I belong to you.”

His words and his body sent her railing, euphoria seizing her body as wetness gushed from between her legs. Baelon’s hips faltered and she could feel his cock pulsating inside of her.

Baelon made sure not to fall on top of her, laying on his side beside her and pressing their bodies together. Aemma moved until she was lying on her side and ran her hands over his chest. 

“So you are happy about the babe?” She asked with a small smile.

“As long as it does not kill you, I am the happiest.” He kissed her forehead, one of his hands moving up and down her back. “I cannot believe you just discovered you are with child, a few days before our coronation.”

“Uhm…” Aemma bit her lip and gave him an apologetic look. “I did not just find out. I have known for a fortnight.”

“What?” Baelon leaned back and gave her a confused look. “Why did you not tell me before?”

“Baelon, your father had just died and you were dealing with the council and your new duties. I did not want to overwhelm you.”

“You should not have kept it from me.” He cupped her face. “What if something had happened to you?”

“There was nothing wrong.” She covered his hand with hers. “If there had been any issues I would have told you immediately. I have been meaning to share it with you, I just wanted to give you a bit of time to become accustomed to everything else.”

He gave her a thankful smile before kissing her lips and tucking her against his chest. She had wanted to tell him for a while but wanted to wait until he was not so busy with other things. She could not wait for Rhaenyra to find out.

                                                                              Aemma Arryn (18 years old.)

                                                                                 Baelon Targaryen (43 years old.)

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Baelon had asked his family to break their fast in Daemon’s chambers and had invited Viserys to eat with him. Everyone except Rhaenyra knew what he needed to see Viserys for and it would not be a very pleasant talk. While his son had never asked to be king, he would not take it well that Baelon would be passing him over for his younger brother. There was a knock at the door and the guard opened it, allowing Viserys into his chambers. His son gave him a smile and sat beside him. Viserys looked around and frowned for a moment. 

“Where is everyone?” His son tilted his head. “I thought you wanted all of us to eat together.”

“No, I wanted to eat with you.” Baelon gave him a smile. “There are things we need to talk about.”

“I know.” Viserys took a bite of his food before nodding at him. “I was expecting you to call me earlier. I know we have to discuss things and prepare everything for your coronation and the ceremony naming me as heir.”

“That’s just it, Viserys. I am not naming you as my heir.” Viserys dropped the fork and looked at him with wide eyes. “I have been watching you for moons now, the things that happened with Otto, with Aemma, Rhaenyra, and Daemon. Everything you have done and the decisions you have made, lets me know that you cannot be king.”

“What?” Viserys looked at him as if he did not understand what Baelon was saying. 

“You are my son and I love you, but you are weak and easy to manipulate.” Viserys's face started filling with anger. “You allowed Otto to change your mind about your brother and believed everything he said. You trusted a man you had known for a few moons before your own family. You allowed him to convince you to divorce Aemma, the woman you supposedly love, and then allowed him to convince you that marrying his daughter would be the right thing to do.”

“It is the right thing to do.” Viserys snapped. 

“Really? Why?” Viserys frowned and Baelon raised an eyebrow. “What does she bring you? What benefits does she bring to the crown? She is the daughter of a second son of a minor house. She does not have a fortune to speak of and brings nothing with her. The fact that she is young and fertile is not an assurance or an accomplishment. There are several older ladies of better breeding and fortune who are just as young and fertile, some even more. So tell me, Viserys. Why is she the right choice?” 

“Well…” His son did not seem to know what to say, just looked at him with a confused look on his face. “I…”

“There is nothing you can say that will make me believe she is the right choice.” Baelon just stared at his son. “You cannot even tell me you love or even like her, because you have barely said two words to the girl.”

“Is that the reason you are choosing to disinherit me? Because of the bride I chose?”

“No Viserys, it is not just about Alicent.” Even if he would make sure the girl never made it to the throne. “You allowed Otto to change your mind about things you were certain of. You turned your back on your wife, your daughter, and your brother and refused to listen to any of us. If that happened now that I am still alive, what will happen once I am dead and you become king?” Baelon shook his head. “I will tell you, you would destroy the kingdom or allow the Hightowers to destroy it for you.”

“You cannot blame the decision on the Hightowers.” Viserys’s voice was filled with annoyance. “Otto is not even alive any longer.”

“No, but his brother is and you have been writing to each other. You even agreed to wed Rhaenyra to his son.” Viserys swallowed at the angry tone in Baelon’s voice. “Did you think I would not know, or that I would accept to give my granddaughter to a Hightower?”

“Rhaenyra is my daughter.” Viserys glared at him. “I can wed her to whom I please.”

“She is a princess and her marriage concerns the crown. You cannot wed her to anyone without the king’s consent!” Baelon snapped. “Do you think your grandsire and grandmother asked me for permission when they decided to wed Daemon to Rhea? They did not, my mother decided that would be best for the kingdom and she just informed me that it would happen. Same thing with Rhaenyra, I hold the final say on who she weds, and as queen so does Aemma.”

“So that is it?” Viserys gave him a betrayed look. “You take away my wife, my daughter, and now my inheritance?” 

“Do not bring Aemma into this.” Baelon glared at his son. “I did not take Aemma, you did not want her and I have not taken Rhaenyra from you. She is your daughter, but I will not allow you to wed her to a Hightower. Rhaenyra is a princess and one day she will be queen.” 

“You cannot wed her to Daemon.” 

“Of course I can.” He wondered if he shook his son hard enough if stuffing would come out of his ears. “In case you have missed it they are meant to be together, or did you miss the two visitors from the future who have been walking around for the past few moons?”

“That does not mean we should repeat that mistake.”

“We are not arguing about this Viserys. Rhaenyra and Daemon will be wed.” Viserys crossed his arms over his chest, just like Rhaenyra did when she was upset. The difference was that his granddaughter was three and his son was four and twenty. On Rhaenyra it looked cute, on Viserys it looked ridiculous. “There is something else, I would like to tell you. I do not want you to find out with everyone else.” Viserys raised an eyebrow but did not say anything, just continued sulking like a child. “Aemma is with child, she is a few moons along. The midwife said that she is strong and healthy, especially since she is not being poisoned any longer.”

Viserys’s eyes were filled with so much pain that Baelon almost flinched. He did not want to hurt his eldest son, but he would not hide the truth from him either. Viserys stood up and walked out of the chambers without saying anything. Baelon hated it, this was not how he wanted things to be, he did not want his happiness to bring his son pain. 

                                                 Baelon Targaryen (43 years old.)

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Chapter 31

                                                                          Rhaenyra Targaryen (3 years old.)

“Are you sure?” Rhaenyra frowned and poked at Aemma’s still-flat belly. “Maybe you lost it somewhere.”

“I have not lost it.” Nyra and Aemma laughed when the small girl continued frowning. “There is a babe in my belly.” 

Rhaenyra smashed her nose against her mother’s belly, turning her head from side to side, before taking a step back. The little girl walked around Aemma and then moved quickly, looking at her belly again before throwing up her hands in annoyance.

“I do not see it.” 

“Because it is very little,” Nyra said while fixing the silver crown on the girl’s head. “It is also inside your mother’s belly.”

“SHE ATE A BABE?” Rhaenyra’s look was horrified.

Nyra and Aemma burst out laughing, both women doubling over as Rhaenyra looked at them in confusion. That was how Daemon found them, both women laughing while the small girl looked confused and annoyed. 

Rhaenyra ran to her uncle as soon as she saw him and jumped in his arms. Daemon kissed her cheeks.

“Kepus, mama ate a babe.” Rhaenyra’s comment just made Nyra and Aemma laugh harder. 

“What?” Daemon gave both women a confused look before looking at his niece. “What do you mean?”

“Mama said that there is a babe in her belly.” Rhaenyra’s small hands grabbed her uncle’s face to make sure he could not look away from her as she told him the important news. She shook his head as her voice got louder. “IN HER BELLY!”

Daemon chuckled while taking Rhaenyra’s hands away from his face.

“She did not eat a babe, little dragon.” Daemon moved closer to Nyra and Aemma who were still laughing. “All it means is that your mother is with child and in a few moons you will have a little brother or sister.”

“So she did not eat a babe?” Rhaenyra asked a babe.

“No,” Daemon laughed and shook his head. “Your mother’s belly will grow larger and then in a few moons she will give birth to a babe.”

“But there is a babe in her belly?” Daemon nodded and Rhaenyra's frown deepened as she looked at Aemma before looking back at her uncle. “How did it get inside her belly?”

“Uhm… Well… She…” Daemon turned his wide scared eyes towards his stepmother and Nyra and gave them a pleading look. “Can you both assist me with this?”

“No.” Both women answered at the same time.

Daemon’s panic increased as he looked back at the small girl, who was still waiting for his answer. He did not know what to say and Nyra could tell Rhaenyra was not giving up. She wanted to know. 

The doors opened and Baelon walked in, followed by Rhaenys who gave them all a smile. Baelon had a curious look on his face when he saw Nyra and Aemma laughing and Daemon looking like he wanted to jump off the balcony. 

“What is happening?” Baelon asked while tickling Rhaenyra’s belly.

“Mama said there is a babe inside her belly.” The little girl turned her wide eyes towards her grandsire. “But kepus said she did not eat one, so I asked how the babe got in her belly. Do you know how?”

“Umm…” Baelon’s face turned red as he also looked panicked. “A dragon brought it.”

“Really? A dragon?” Rhaenys snorted and shook her head. “That is the best you could come up with?”

“On such short notice, yes!” Baelon answered while glaring at Rhaenys. “Since you are my hand, you should answer this.”

“But I am not your hand yet,” Rhaenys answered with a smile. “So I will allow you to answer this one.”

“I am your king,” Baelon said while looking desperate. 

“Yes, you are.” Rhaenys agreed while the look on her face turned mocking. “I am still not answering that question, but I will do something else for you.” Rhaenys moved closer to Rhaenyra and gave her a smile. “Laenor has been asking for you, he is wondering if you would like to play before the ceremony starts.”

“Yes!” Rhaenyra said enthusiastically, before gesturing for Daemon to place her down and following Rhaenys out of the door. 

Once the doors had closed Nyra and Aemma burst out laughing once more while Daemon and Baelon glared at them. 

“I swear you both do these things on purpose.” Said Daemon.

“I can assure you, we do not,” Aemma said, a smile still on her face. “But I will not lie and say I do not enjoy it.” 

Nyra could not help but smile when Baelon gave Aemma a mocking glare before approaching her and kissing her lips. She loved how happy her mother and grandsire were, how in love they seemed. Every time they were together they forgot about everyone else in the room. After today they would be the official king and queen of the Westeros and Daemon would be the heir and future king. 

Nyra felt bad for how the new developments hurt her father, but she knew this was for the best. After everything that had taken place, she was sure that the gods had sent them so far back in time because they did not want Viserys to be king. The war had started because of him and he had not done anything to stop it. After he died, he left all his children unprotected and at the mercy of people who took advantage of them and forced them to kill each other. This time things would not be the same. 

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Damon felt like he had been waiting forever for a moment that was not his, not really. It was not the fact of being the next king, it was the feeling of someone trusting that he was capable of leading and taking care of their family. He had spent many years having to bow to Viserys while his brother took pleasure in making him feel less. In his world, Rhaenyra would be queen and he was more than okay with that. His wife was the only one who had chosen him over everyone and everything else, even the Iron Throne. She had made it known that she would not be doing anything without Damon by her side. In this world, his small niece would not have that weight on her shoulders. She would be allowed to be a child and grow up with her mother’s love. Daemon would have a purpose from a very young age and once Rhaenyra was grown he would have the other half of his soul by his side. 

His father had chosen to have the ceremony in the throne room instead of the sept. He would be crowned by a Valyrian priest and be blessed by the high Septon also. They all knew that many septons and septas were against the Targaryens, but it was never bad to pacify the lords. 

Daemon watched as the priest placed the crown on his father’s head, before placing a gold crown on Aemma’s head. The high Septon stepped in front of the king and queen, giving them his blessing before stepping aside. The priest then placed Blackfyre on his father’s hand and turned to look at the people. 

“All Hail, King Baelon Targaryen first of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm.” The man took a deep breath. “And Queen Aemma of house Arryn and Targaryen, Queen consort of the seven kingdoms.”

Everyone hailed the new king and queen and went down to their knees. Once everyone had been made to stand up the king gestured for Daemon to step up to the throne before standing up in front of his son. 

“I, Baelon Targaryen first of my name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm, do hereby name Daemon Targaryen Prince of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne.” Daemon bowed his head before turning towards the people in the room. Damon could hear people whispering and the surprise on their faces, but no one said anything. Baelon did not pay any mind to the whispers and spoke once more. “I would also like to announce the betrothal between my son Prince Daemon and my granddaughter Princess Rhaenyra.” Nyra moved Rhaenyra forward, placing her beside Daemon, who kneeled in front of the little girl and placed a small ring on her tiny fingers, and stood up before Baelon spoke once more. “They will be wed when the princess reaches her six and ten name day.”

Daemon saw Rhaenyra frown as she turned towards Baelon. “Will he be old and wrinkly then?” 

Baelon’s eyes widened before the entire court burst into laughter, the tension disappearing as the little girl looked around, not knowing why everyone was laughing. Baelon and Aemma chuckled before the king shook his head. 

“No, he will not be old and wrinkly.” Baelon gave the small princess a loving look. “He will just be older than you.”

“That is fine then.” Rhaenyra turned to Daemon, giving him a regal look. “You may wed me then.”

“Thank you, princess.” Daemon chuckled before kissing her small hand. 

Everyone was still chuckling when Daemon guided Rhaenyra away. Once the entire court was under control once more, Baelon cleared his throat.

“I would also like to announce the new hand of the king.” Rhaenys stepped forward, her dark hair glowing as she bowed. “Princess Rhaenys Velaryon.”

This time the entire court when silent, before his father looked around the room and everyone clapped. It was the start of a new era.

                                                                              Baelon  Targaryen (43 years old.)

                                             Aemma Arryn (18 years old.)

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Baelon had been watching Viserys while attempting to enjoy the feast. His eldest son had been drinking more than usual and he had not separated from Hobert Hightower for more than a few minutes. The man would glare at them every once in a while when he believed Baelon was not looking. Lord Hightower was angry that Baelon had stepped on his ambitious plan skipping his eldest son and making Daemon his heir. Daemon had no love for the Hightowers and there was no way he would ever wed Alicent. Not that Viserys would wed her either, but Hobert did not know that. He also did not like the way the man had been looking at his granddaughter, Baelon had made sure that Rhaenyra’s kingsguard stayed with her at all times. 

“I was surprised that you would break the rules and name your youngest son as your heir.” Baelon took his eyes away from Viserys and turned to look at Corlys, the man had been attempting to get in Baelon’s good graces since he arrived in Kings Landings the day before. Baelon had never liked the man, he found him too ambitious. While there was nothing wrong with wanting the finest things in life and wishing for power, Corlys' ambition was a bit problematic. He was already part of his family, thanks to Rhaenys, but Baelon did not plan on making that relationship any closer. “I would have liked to talk to you about a betrothal between one of your sons and my daughter.”

“Daemon is already betrothed to Rhaenyra and Viserys has a contract in place to wed Alicent Hightower.” Viserys had never signed the contract, but Baelon was not going to tell Corlys that.

“Yes, but my daughter is older.” Corlys was annoying him. “I feel bad Prince Daemon will have to wait so long for his bride.”

“My son will be fine, but I thank you for worrying about him.” 

Baelon gave Corlys a nod before walking towards Aemma, he had enough of the man for one day. He also did not like the looks Viserys had been giving Aemma, and with how drunk he was, Baelon did not want to have to punch his son again. 

His body immediately relaxed when Aemma turned to look at him, her eyes filled with happiness and love. He had never seen a more beautiful queen. 

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Chapter 32

4 months later. 

Aemma had convinced her ladies in waiting to let her take a walk on her own. It had taken a bit of persuasion but she was happy they finally listened to her. She knew there was a knight Alicent was interested in and she wanted to give the girl some time with the young man. Rhaenyra had introduced them a few moons ago and Alicent seemed completely smitten. Her other ladies had different things they could occupy their time with. Since finding out about her pregnancy Baelon had ordered for someone to be with her at all times. Aemma had rolled her eyes, but decided to indulge her husband, she knew he worried about her. The midwife continued checking her and said everything was going well. Aemma did not feel as tired as she had in her previous pregnancies and had more of an appetite. 

Walking in the gardens helped her get some much needed fresh air and the midwife told her that walking was good for her. A kingsguard walked a few steps behind her, his eyes vigilant. Since the coronation things had settled down, one moon after Daemon had been sent on a tour of the seven kingdoms. Right now her stepson was in Winterfell, probably wreaking havoc. Rhaenyra had been sad and cried when her uncle left, but she was doing better now, especially after all the gifts Daemon had sent her. 

“Aemma.” She stopped walking and turned to the side, finding Viserys sitting on one of the benches with a cup in his hands. 

“Viserys, I did not see you there.” Her smile was nervous, she had not seen him much in the past few moons. Every time she saw him he was stumbling down the halls. “It is a pretty day, is it not?”

“It is.” His face was flushed and he smelled like a tavern, or what she imagined a tavern smelt like. His gaze moved down her body, which made her a bit uncomfortable. “You are very large and look very beautiful.”

“Thank you.” She ran a hand over her large belly, not sure what else she was supposed to say. 

“I guess, my father was better at getting you with child than I was.” His gaze became almost hateful. “But then everyone knows how much you enjoy bedding him.” 

“Viserys, do not do this.” She wanted to have an amicable relationship with him, not just because of Baelon, but for Rhaenyra. Her daughter loved her father, even if she had not seen much of him lately. Viserys had been keeping his distance from all of them. “I do not wish to fight.”

“But it is your fault that this is happening to me.” He stood and stumbled, almost falling down, but was able to righten himself at the last minute. “If I had stayed wed to you, my father would not have taken my inheritance and my daughter away.”

“No one has taken Rhaenyra away, Viserys.” Aemma let out an annoyed sigh, she hated the way Viserys attempted to blame everyone else for things going wrong in his life. “You are the one who has been too busy to see her. You have not even asked about her.”

“Well, my father made it clear that he was the one with the final say when it came to Rhaenyra.” Viserys moved closer to her. “I cannot even decide who my daughter is wed to.”

“You wanted to wed her to a Hightower!” Aemma snapped, losing her patience with him. “Our daughter deserves better, she is a princess and her marriage is of interest to the crown. You should not be surprised that Baelon refuses to let you wed her to the son of a minor house. Why are you so against her marrying Daemon? She will be queen and be with a man who loves her.”

“Daemon does not deserve her.” He said while glaring at her.

“And Ormund Hightower does?” She asked with an incredulous look on her face. “What are you thinking?” 

“I am thinking that Daemon will destroy our daughter. He will twist her to fit his needs.” Viserys snatched her hand with a tight grip and his eyes were wild. “But I will not allow our daughter to be corrupted.”

“Prince Viserys.” Harold Westerling took Viserys’s hand, removing it from Aemma’s wrist. “Step away from the queen.”

“You cannot tell me what to do.” Viserys glared at the knight as Aemma took a step away from him. "I am a prince."

“I can if the safety of the queen is in question.” The knight moved Viserys back a few steps before releasing his hands. 

“I will have your head for this!” Viserys were getting out of control and he was starting to attract other’s attention. 

“Ser William.” Viserys’s knight moved forward and bowed. “Take the prince to his chambers and have the servants prepare him something to eat. He is not to leave until the king says so.”

“Yes, your grace.” Ser William took Viserys and dragged him away as the man protested. 

“Are you well, your grace?” Asked Westerling with a concerned look on his face. 

“Yes, thank you, Ser.”

Aemma did not like what Viserys had become and she knew this would not end well. Baelon had made it clear that next time Viserys made a mistake he would be sent to Dragonstone until he learned to behave better.

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2.5 months later.

Rhaenyra was happy, her uncle had finally returned and he had brought her lots of gifts. What pleased her the most was that her uncle was back, and he would be staying for a few moons. He had told her that in a few moons, he would be flying across the narrow sea and traveling to the free cities. She had been sad at first, but he had promised to buy her beautiful things and said that when she was older he would take her. She could not wait and hope she would be older soon, she wanted adventure. 

For now, the only adventure she had was chasing Syrax in the gardens. She had called her dragon to her, without anyone knowing so they could play together. Syrax was also happy that Caraxes had returned. Rhaenyra had attempted to get Syrax to stay with her while Caraxes was away, but her mother and grandsire had said no. She had attempted to sneak the dragon into her chambers and that had not worked out too well. While Syrax was not very large yet, she was also not small enough so Rhaenyra could hide her easily. 

But her knight had stayed at the godswood entrance, so he had not seen Syrax. Her mother would not be pleased if she found out about it, but her mama was very large and could not move as fast as before, so if anything happened Rhaenyra would be able to run and hide. She had convinced Syrax to play hide and go seek, but her dragon was hiding much better than Rhaenyra thought she would. 

Rhaenyra looked under some bushes then stood up and gasped when she found a man nearby. She had seen him before, he was friends with her father and he was also Alicent’s uncle. She did not like the way he was looking at her. 

“Princess Rhaenyra.” Even while he was smiling at her, the smile did not look right. “Your father sent me to get you. He wants to speak with you.”

“Why is he not here?” Rhaenyra asked while taking a step back. 

“He is a bit ill.” She had not seen much of her father lately, he had been sent to Dragonstone for being bad and would not return for a few moons. But her mother and grandsire had not said he was ill. “He wants to see you.”

“I will get my mother and she will take me to see him.” His face changed and she took another step back. 

“He wants you to go with me, princess.” Before Rhaenyra could do anything the man grabbed her by the waist, lifting her off the ground and slapping a hand over her mouth. “Do not fight me, I do not wish to hurt you.” 

She was not going to allow this man to take her away so she struggled as much as she was able, wanting to get out of his hold. She attempted to bite him, but the hold over her mouth was too tight. Rhaenyra kicked, but to no avail, and then the man pulled out a knife and her eyes widened. 

A screech was heard and the man froze for a moment before turning to see Syrax flying toward him. Rhaenyra knew Syrax would not breathe fire for fear of hurting her and she was not large enough to overpower the man. The man’s arm arched as her dragon approached, stabbing her on one of her back legs, leaving the knife embedded in her scales. That was enough of a distraction that Rhaenyra was able to get her mouth free.

“NO!” Rhaenyra screamed. “SYRAX!” 

She heard someone yelling behind her, but she was too worried about her poor dragon. Then there was a loud whistling sound as a shadow covered the godswood. The man got scared and dropped her, Rhaenyra immediately went to her dragon, who was on the ground, screeching pitifully. She ran a hand over Syrax’s head, attempting to calm her dragon when Caraxes landed near them. The dragon lowered his head for a moment, pressing against Syrax, who screeched again. When Caraxes lifted his head Rhaenyra trembled, she could feel his rage. 

Caraxes let out a loud whistling sound and the man who had been attempting to take her trembled. He seemed completely frozen and was not even blinking. Rhaenyra saw two of the kingsguards running towards them, but Caraxes did not seem to want to wait. Before the man could even attempt to run, Caraxes’s jaws snapped closed over his body, ripping it apart. 

Rhaenyra was shocked but was not as bothered as the Kingsguard appeared to be. They looked between the large red dragon and part of the body with wide terrified eyes but did not attempt to move any closer.

“Princess.” Ser Ryam looked at her with pleading eyes. “Walk to me, we need to get you to the king and queen.”

“No, Syrax is hurt.” She was not leaving her dragon when she had a knife stuck in one of her legs. “She needs a healer.” 

“Princess, we can get her a healer, but first I need you to come with me.” Ser Ryam took a step forward and Caraxes growled threateningly, making the man stop in his tracks. “Please.”

“No, Syrax is in pain.” She shook her head stubbornly. “Get a healer.” 

The two knights looked at each other, before realizing that she would not be moving from her position. The two guards left, running away as quickly as possible. 

Rhaenyra turned to Syrax, whispering calming words to her and thanking Caraxes for protecting her golden little lady. Caraxes purred as he rubbed his head against the small dragon. Rhaenyra hoped the healer arrived soon, she did not want her dragon to be in pain.  

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For all of you reading Dragons Heir, my computer crashed and I lost the last 4 chapters so I have to rewrite them again. 

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Chapter 33

Daemon attempted not to laugh as Aemma glared at his father. He felt for the poor man, who had not had a moment of peace since discovering Aemma’s pregnancy. His father was worried, not only because of what Nyra and Damon had revealed about what had happened to Aemma, but because his last wife had died after childbirth. Daemon knew that his father, Nyra, and Damon would not breathe easy until Aemma had given birth. His stepmother had given in to his father’s demands for the most part, but now she was so large that his father did not want her to leave the chambers for too long. 

“You cannot keep me prisoner,” Aemma said while glaring at Baelon. “I am not going to stay in these chambers for the next moon.”

“I am not trying to keep you prisoner.” His father was very patient, Daemon would have lost his patience by now. “You are very large, I need you to be careful.”

“I am not so large.” Aemma protested and Daemon snorted. His stepmother turned her glare towards him. “You have something to say?”

“You are huge.” Maybe there was a more delicate way to say that. “Your belly enters a room a full minute before you do.”

“It does not.” Aemma looked so offended and then she turned towards Baelon. “Am I that large?” 

“Uhm..” His father looked terrified and this time Daemon did laugh out loud. “I love you.”

“That is not an answer.” Aemma looked ready to kill Baelon, who looked ready to kill Daemon for putting him in that position. 

The camber doors opened and his father’s kingsguard ran in. His face was pale, which made Daemon nervous. 

“Your graces,” The man swallowed. “Someone attacked Princess Rhaenyra in the Godswood, in the struggle her dragon was injured.”

“What?” His father stood up, while Aemma struggled to stand up as well. “Where is my granddaughter?”

“She is the Godswood, she refused to come with us.” The guard said and winced when Baelon moved closer to him. 

“And a four name day old child overpowered you?” Baelon asked.

“Caraxes appeared and killed the man who attacked the princess and her dragon.” The man swallowed. “He would not allow us to get close.”

Daemon did not wait to hear anything else before he took off running. He knew that Caraxes would not harm his niece under normal circumstances, but Caraxes was a bit volatile when it came to Syrax. He had become incredibly fond of the small dragon and he must be very upset that Syrax had been hurt. 

Daemon entered the Godswood and stopped when he saw half the body of the man who had attempted to take his niece. Rhaenyra was sitting beside Syrax, running a hand over her head and talking softly to her. Caraxes’s head lay next to the small girl while he made soft noises, keeping Syrax calm. Daemon approached his niece and kneeled beside her, watching the knife stuck on Syrax’s leg. 

“The bad man hurt her kepus.” He felt his heart clench when Rhaenyra looked at him, big fat tears running down her face. “She was trying to protect me.”

“I know little dragon.” He ran a hand over Rhaenyra’s head. “Do not worry, Syrax will be well. I will make sure that she is not hurt any longer.”

Rhaenyra nodded and moved aside a little bit. Daemon attempted to calm Syrax while wrapping his hand around the hilt of the knife, he waited a few seconds until the small dragon was calm once more before yanking out the knife. Syrax screeched in pain and Caraxes lifted his head, glaring at him.

“Do not look at me that way.”  Daemon rolled his eyes at his grumpy dragon.  “You know I had to get the knife out so she will be able to heal faster.” 

Caraxes did not appear too pleased with that, but finally stopped glaring at him and turned back to the small dragon, rubbing his head against hers. 

“Little dragon.” Daemon waited until Rhaenyra looked at him. “Who was the man who attempted to take you?”

“I cannot remember his name.” Rhaenyra frowned, scrunching up her nose adorably. “He is one of papa’s friends, Alicent’s uncle. He said that papa was ill and wanted to see me. When I said I would tell mama so she could take me he got upset and that is when he grabbed me. He kept saying that papa had asked him.”

“You are safe now.” He kissed the top of her head. “I will make sure no one hurts you ever again.”

“Did papa send that man to take me?” She sounded so hurt, which did not help his temper at all. He was so angry with Viserys for putting Rhaenyra in danger that he could have killed him. 

“I do not know, but I will make sure you are not hurt again.” 

Rhaenyra just nodded before standing up and running to her mother and grandsire. Daemon was not going to wait for his father, he was going to make sure that Viserys regretted putting Rhaenyra in danger. 

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                                                      Baelon Targaryen (44 years old.)

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Aemma’s hand moved to her side and she winced while attempting to conceal the fact that she was in pain. Rhaenyra had refused to move from the Godswood until Aemma and Baelon agreed to let Syrax stay with her until she healed. Aemma had almost burst out laughing when the healer had entered Rhaenyra’s room and been ordered by the small girl to tend to her dragon. The poor man looked terrified, but in the end, approached the small dragon. Rhaenyra remained next to Syrax while the healer tended to the dragon’s wound.

“I have cleaned the wound, the creature…” The healer closed his mouth when Rhaenyra glared at him.

“She is not a creature, she is a dragon.” Rhaenyra’s voice was annoyed. “Her name is Syrax.”

“I apologize, princess.” The man gave Rhaenyra a soft smile. “Syrax will be all better in a few days.”

Rhaenyra nodded before nodding and hugging Syrax. Aemma grimaced as her hands held her belly. The healer gave her a knowing look and moved closer to her. 

“Your grace?” Aemma took deep breaths as the man frowned. “Are you in pain?”

“Just a bit.” Finally, the pain passed and she was able to stand up straight. “It has come and gone for the past few minutes.”

“Your grace, I believe you are about to give birth.” 

“That cannot be.” Aemma gave the man an incredulous look. “I still have a fortnight.”

“Well, sometimes babes do not want to wait.” The man’s expression was a bit worried. “I think we should get you to your chambers and call the midwife.”

Aemma was about to tell him there was no need when another pain hit and she doubled over, attempting to be quiet so as to not scare her daughter. Rhaenyra was too worried about Syrax, which made Aemma happy. She did not want to worry her daughter unnecessarily, but she had to agree with the healer. She nodded at the man.

“Rhaenyra.” Her daughter turned to look at her. “I will send your uncle Daemon to stay with you for a while.”

Her daughter nodded and gave her a smile before turning back to her dragon. The healer took her hand and guided her out of her daughter’s chambers. Daemon was standing in front of her and Baelon’s chambers, arguing with his father when Aemma approached them. Both men stopped talking and turned to her. She saw Baelon’s eyes filled with alarm as he took her hand and cupped her face.

“Aemma.” Baelon looked at the healer before turning to look back at him. “What is wrong?”

“I am having pains.” Baelon’s eyes widened and filled with terror. “Do not be alarmed, the healer believes I am in labor and I think I am starting to agree with him.” 

“Get the midwife,” Baelon told the poor man without actually looking at him. “Let us go into the chambers and make sure you are comfortable.”

“Yes.” Aemma turned to look at Daemon. “Could you please stay with Rhaenyra? I do not want her to be alone. She is in her chambers with Syrax.”

“Of course.” Daemon immediately agreed. “Please send word once we are allowed to see you.”

Aemma nodded before following her husband into their chambers. She was hoping everything would go well and they would not have any problems. 

                                                               Aemma Arryn (19 years old. 8.5 months pregnant.)

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Chapter 34

Baelon was terrified, the last time he had been in this position his wife and child had died. He did not know what he would do if his wife were to pass away or if something happened to their child. Watching Aemma fighting to bring their child into the world was breathtaking and gave him an idea of how strong she truly was. The midwife had asked him to leave only once, and since he refused she had just ignored him. Baelon did not know what else to do but hold his wife’s hand as she squeezed it until his fingers were numb. He was close to passing out from fear when Aemma gave a loud scream and a few seconds later a cry echoed around the room. Aemma threw herself back against the pillows and let out several loud breaths. Baelon still could not look away from Aemma’s face, he wanted to be absolutely sure that she was okay, which is why a few minutes later he was the first one to notice when her face twisted in pain.

“What is wrong?” He looked at the midwife who handed the babe to another woman before running back to the bed. “Why is she still in pain?”

“Give me a moment to examine her, your grace.” Aemma groaned again and Baelon was close shaking the midwife and asking her what the hell was wrong with his wife. The next words out of the woman’s mouth made him freeze. “There is another babe.”

“What?” He had not heard that right

“There is another babe.” The midwife stopped paying attention to him once more and looked at Aemma. “Your grace, your other babe will be here in just a few minutes. When I say so I will need you to push.” 

Aemma took hold of his hand and squeezed his fingers as she pushed. It took only a few minutes before the babe was born. The second babe only cried for a few seconds, letting everyone know he was there before allowing the maids to bathe him and wrap him in a blanket. 

After making sure Aemma was well he moved closer to the babes, smiling at the way his firstborn cried as the maids attempted to get him cleaned up and wrapped in a blanket. The babe sounded so insulted that Baelon could not help but laugh, it reminded him of Daemon. Once the babes were ready two maids approached him. 

“Your grace,” The midwife dried her hands, she had finished taking care of Aemma. “You have two beautiful sons, they are healthy.” 

“Thank you.” Baelon loved his children, but he wanted to make sure Aemma would be well. “How is my wife?”

“The queen is well, she is a little tired and will continue to be tired for a few days, but she will heal without any issues.” The midwife handed him one of the babes. “This is your firstborn.”

Baelon took the babe from the woman and looked down into his son’s face. He was completely in love with his sons, and he could not wait for Daemon and Rhaenyra to meet them. Baelon gestured to the second woman, who handed him his other son. Both babes looked very similar, but he could see some small differences. He kissed both their foreheads, before turning around and walking towards Aemma. She was sitting up on the bed, several pillows behind her. While she looked tired the smile on her face was breathtaking. Baelon gave the firstborn to Aemma and smiled when she kissed his forehead and ran a hand over his head. 

“They are both boys.” Baelon watched as his wife ran the back of her fingers over their secondborn’s cheeks. “The midwife says they are healthy, you are holding our firstborn.”

“They are beautiful.” He saw the tears in her eyes when she looked at him. “I never thought I would be able to have this.” 

“They are both amazing.” Baelon ran a finger over his wife’s face, making sure she was looking at him. “I would think they were just as amazing if they had been girls.”

“I know.” Aemma gestured for the other babe, who Baelon was more than happy to hand over. “You have never pressured me about the sex of our babe.”

Baelon had been aware of the amount of pressure Viserys had placed on Aemma to have a boy, but he did not have the same issues his son did. Baelon already had two sons and he had no problems with a woman inheriting the throne. His sons would be amazing, even if they would never be kings. 

                                                      Aelyx  Targaryen (Newborn.)

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Nyra smiled as she looked down at the babes, she always wanted brothers and sisters and was happy that at least in this world Rhaenyra would be able to have other children to grow up with. There were so many things different now, so many good things that this Rhaenyra would have. The only black cloud was Viserys, Nyra was aware that Baelon, Aemma, and Daemon had not forgotten about Rhaenyra almost being taken. There would be a confrontation soon and she was not sure what would happen if they found out that Viserys had something to do with Rhaenyra almost being taken and Syrax being hurt. They had been lucky Caraxes had not killed half the people present. 

“They are beautiful.” Nyra smiled at Aemma, who looked exhausted and like she was glowing at the same time. “I cannot believe you had two boys.” 

“I know, I was shocked to find out I was having two babes, especially when they told me they were both boys.” Aemma shook her head. “Baelon is so happy and so are Rhaenyra and Daemon.”

“But you still look worried.” Nyra noticed that while Aemma seemed incredibly happy, there was a shadow of worry in her eyes. “I can tell you are worried about something.”

“I still cannot believe that Viserys would send Hobert Hightower to take Rhaenyra.” Aemma ran the back of her fingers over one of the babes’ cheeks. “What was he planning to do? He had to know that he would not be able to get away with it. Baelon, Daemon, and I would never allow him to keep her.”

“We should wait until Baelon and Daemon have a chance to speak to Viserys.” Nyra wanted to believe that her father would never do something so stupid, that he would not place Rhaenyra’s life in danger. “Maybe he did not know, or Hobert took something he said in the wrong way.”

“I want to believe that,” Aemma said with a sad look on her face. “But there has to be a reason for Hobert Hightower to do what he did. He was able to get inside the godswood without being seen. Only the royal family knows about the secret entrance, not even the kingsguards know.”

“Yes.” That part was true, Nyra could not explain that part away. She wanted to believe in her father, but he had made so many mistakes that she was not sure what to believe anymore. Nyra looked at the babes once more and let a large smile cover her face. “What are their names?”

“We have not named them yet.” Aemma looked at Rhaenyra who appeared to be hypnotized by the babes. “Baelon and I were thinking of something a little different.”

Nyra gave Aemma a confused look just as Daemon and Baelon approached the bed. 

“We were thinking we wanted you and Rhaenyra to be a part of this also.” Baelon smiled at Daemon and ran a hand over Rhaenyra’s head. “So Aemma and I thought that you each could name one of the babes.”

“Really?” Rhaenyra’s voice was full of excitement. “I can name one of the babes?”

“Of course.” Baelon smiled and picked up one of the babes, kissing his head before handing him to Daemon. “This one is our oldest.”

“He is beautiful,” Daemon said as he smiled and stared down at the babe. He seemed to zone out for a few seconds, with a very pleased smile on his face and finally, he looked between Aemma and Baelon. “Aelyx, his name should be Aelyx.”

“That is a beautiful name,” Aemma said before looking at Rhaenyra. “And you little hatchling, what do you think the name of your youngest brother should be?”

“Hmm.” The small girl tilted her head to the side while looking down at the babe. “Maekar, I like that name.”

“I like the name also,” Baelon said before kissing the top of Rhaenyra’s head. “I think it is a wonderful name.”

“I think so too,” Rhaenyra said before kissing the babe’s cheeks. “Uncle Daemon said he would take me to the dragon pit in the morning so I can help him pick the dragons’s eggs for the babes.”

“That is a great idea,” Aemma said, but Nyra saw she looked worried once more. Aemma looked at Daemon and gave him a pleading look. “Take more guards with you please.”

“Of course,” Daemon answered. 

Daemon was not one to have guards with him when he left the castle, but she knew he would do as Aemma asked because he did not want to worry her. Once everything was settled with Aemma and the babes Bealon and Daemon would be traveling to Dragonstone to speak to Viserys. 

                                               Rhaenyra  Targaryen (18 years old.)

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Chapter 35

4 days later.

Vhagar landed on the beach outside of Dragonstone and Baelon looked around. The guards stood firm, but one of them moved towards him. Baelon climbed off Vhagar and moved closer to one of the knights, noticing that Viserys was nowhere to be found. It was the middle of the day and his son was nowhere to be seen. Baelon had a bad feeling about it and he looked at the guard, not wanting to ask him, but knowing he had to. 

“Where is my son?”

“He is inside, your grace.” The knight bowed and looked everywhere but at him. “Prince Daemon arrived a few minutes ago and wanted to speak to him.”

“Where are they?”

“I last saw them in the chamber of the painted table.”

Baelon turned on his heel and hurried to the castle, he was sure that whatever Daemon was doing was not good. His youngest son had been extremely angry after what happened with Rhaenyra and as much as Baelon had wanted him to stay away and let him solve the issue, Daemon refused. The only reason Baelon had been able to keep him away for this long was because of Aemma giving birth and Daemon not wanting to leave Rhaenyra alone while Aemma was abed. Now that Aemma was back on her feet, even if she was moving a bit slower, Daemon had decided he would not wait any longer. Baelon had suspected what his son’s intentions were as soon as he was told that Daemon had left on Caraxes early that morning. Baelon had left as soon as he was able, wanting to reach Dragonstone before Daemon did, but apparently, he had not succeeded. 

Baelon made it to the chamber of the painted table and heard screaming. The guards opened the doors for him and Baelon’s eyes widened at the image that met his eyes. Daemon had Viserys on the ground, straddling him while he punched him in the face repeatedly. Baelon moved quickly placed his hands under Daemon’s arms and dragged him back. His son fought him for a few moments until he realized who was the one holding him. 

“What in all the hells is wrong with you?” Baelon let go of Daemon before he stepped between him and Viserys. “I told you to let me handle it.”

“I was not going to allow Viserys to get away with what happened.” Daemon glared at Viserys over Baelon’s shoulders. “Do you have any idea what could have happened if Hobert Hightower had actually been able to take Rhaenyra? The danger she was placed in? The man pulled a knife and then he hurt Syrax while the hatching was attempting to protect her rider. She could have been killed.”

“I did not do anything.” Visenya ran his fists under his nose, attempting to clean a bit of the blood running down his face. “I never told Hobert to take Rhaenyra.”

“No, but you did something.” Baelon turned to face Viserys. “There is no way Hobert knew where the secret entrances to the castle were or how to get into the Godswood without being seen. What happened?”

“Nothing happened.” Viserys took a rag that was sitting on one of the tables and pressed it under his nose. “Hobert had been writing to me, he had questions about my betrothal to Alicent now that I had been exiled from the capital.” Viserys sat down, wincing as he moved. “He also had questions about Rhaenyra’s wedding to his son.”

“There was never going to be a wedding between Rhaenyra and Hobert’s son, I told you that moons ago.” Baelon was tired of repeating himself over and over again. “Did you not tell him?”

“I told him I would handle it.” Viserys winced again. “I said it would be better if I was the one raising Rhaenyra.”

“So you promised Hobert that Rhaenyra would wed his son if you were the one in charge of raising her?” While that was not what Viserys had said, Baelon knew his son well enough to know that was the way he had phrased it to Hobert. “Do you have any idea what you did? The danger you put her in? What were you thinking?”

“You took everything from me.” Viserys glared at Baelon. “It was not enough that you took my inheritance and gave it to Daemon, but you also took my daughter and my wife. She is going to give you a child soon.”

“She already did,” Daemon said, a nasty smile on his face. “She gave birth the same day Rhaenyra was attacked, that was why we did not come sooner. She gave birth to twin boys.”

Viserys’s whole body flinched and the pain that covered his face left Baelon speechless. He knew how much his son had desired a son. He had spent years and years attempting to have one and finding out that Aemma had given Baelon two in just a year. He knew that in a way Viserys would feel betrayed. Baelon would not apologize for his children, for loving them, and not for loving his wife. 

“She gave you two sons?” Viserys’s eyes were filled with tears. “Two sons in one birth?”

“Yes,” Baelon was happy that his son finally knew the truth, even if he would have done things a bit differently. 

“Well, are you not the luckiest man alive?” The way Viserys said it was filled with anger and bitterness. 

“Yes, I am lucky.” Baelon was not sure what he was supposed to say that would make his son feel better, but he was not going to apologize for his sons. “Viserys you made terrible mistakes that put your daughter and the rest of my family in danger. I will not allow you to do the same things again.”

“I did not put my daughter in danger.”

“Yes, you did.” Viserys would never change, even after knowing what he had caused, he refused to acknowledge his part on what had happened. “I do not know what else to say to you, how to explain all the mistakes you have made, but I will not allow you to put our family in danger any longer.”

“What are you planning to do?” Viserys’s voice became mocking. “Are you going to become a kinslayer?”

“No,” The way his son was speaking to him made Baelon want to punch him in the face too. “I am exiling you. You will leave Westeros in the morning and you are never going to return, at least not while I am still alive.”

Viserys looked at him with wide eyes, like he had not expected Baelon to ever say something like that. Baelon would not have imagined saying things like that a couple of years before, but he did not know what else to do with Viserys. He had thought that sending Viserys to Dragonstone had been the best decision, but that had not worked. Baelon could not spend the rest of his life fearing what his son might do next. 

                                                                              Baelon Targaryen (44 years old.)

                                                                         Daemon Targaryen (20 years old.)

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2 months later.

Most of the Hightowers had been dealt with and since Viserys had been exiled it meant that Alicent would no longer be marrying him. Rhaenyra had seen how happy the girl was to not have to wed a man old enough to be her father any longer. Hobert Hightower’s son had been executed for being part of his father’s plan. The man had been waiting at the docks in a ship to sail away with Rhaenyra. Baelon had not been very happy when he found out what had happened. 

“Things have been getting a lot better.” Daemon wrapped his hands around her and kissed the back of her head. “Baelon and Aemma are doing well and little Rhaenyra seems to have accepted that her father is no longer in Westeros.”

“I think she was afraid of him after Hobert attempted to take her.” Rhaenyra leaned her head back against Daemon’s chest. “She asked several times why her father wanted to take her.”

“She is feeling much better now.”

“We are going to return to our world and time soon.” Daemon pushed her hair over one shoulder and ran his lips down her neck. “I hope things keep going well after we are gone.”

“Things will be fine,” Daemon said while he untied her white and gold gown, pushing off her body and moaning against her skin. “Now, how about we stop talking about other people and you pay attention to your husband?”

Rhaenyra smiled and then moaned when Daemon cupped her breasts and pulled on her nipples. She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing his mouth down to hers and kissing him until they were both out of breath. Since things had been so calm since Viserys’s exile she and Daemon had been spending a lot of time together. They could not keep their hands off each other. Today her husband seemed to have even less patience than other days. Their clothes were removed in record time and he had pushed her back on the bed. 

She did not time have to react as he thrust his cock inside of her, her nails raking down his back and for a moment she could not breathe. They rocked against each other, their mouths still fused together. The feelings running through her body drove her to the edge quickly. Daemon lifted his hips and thrust harder into her, his mouth moved away from hers and clamped over her right nipple. One of his hands traveled down her belly and he ran his thumb over her clit. That was all it took to send her over the edge as she cried out his name, loudly. Daemon’s hips thrust even faster until his rhythm started to falter and she felt warmth feeling her. 

Rhaenyra loved that they could be like this, and spend time together away from others. They fell asleep cuddled together, her head on his chest. 

She was not sure how long she was asleep for, but some strange feeling woke her up. She sat up in bed and looked around the room, she was confused for a moment, not knowing what the problem was. It took her a few minutes until she realized what was wrong and her eyes widened. She shook Daemon until he woke up and looked at her in confusion.

“We are back.” Daemon’s look was still confused as he sat up in bed and looked around. “We are in Dragonstone.”

“What?” It took him a few seconds before he became completely awake and his eyes widened. “We are back in our world.”

While she had known they were close to being sent back to their world, she had not imagined it would be so soon. She felt for her connection with Syrax and was happy when she found the connection was as strong as ever. Syrax was in the Dragonpit with Caraxes. 

                                                                           Rhaenyra Targaryen (17 years old.)

                                                                               Daemon Targaryen (33 years old.)

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Chapter 36

Rhaenyra ran through the halls and looked in every cranny and nook she could find. She had been attempting to find Nyra for the past two hours with no success. She had not been in her chambers or anywhere else in the castle. Her uncle Daemon was gone, he had flown across the narrow sea to Essos, she wanted Nyra to braid her hair. She turned a corner so fast she almost ran into one of the maids.

“Have you seen Princess Nyra?” 

“Who?” The maid asked with a frown. 

“Princess Nyra.” She was not sure why the maid looked so confused. “She is wed to Prince Damon.”

“I am sorry, princess.” The maid shook her head. “I do not know who you speak of.”

The maid courtesied before walking away and leaving her standing in the halls a bit confused. No one seemed to know who she was speaking about, but she remembered Nyra and Damon. Finally, she just shook her head and headed to her mother’s chambers, maybe her mother knew where Nyra was, or her grandsire might know. He had spent a large amount of time with Damon. She smiled at the kingsguard who was standing outside her mother’s chamber before he opened the door for her. 

Rhaenyra found her mother pacing in the middle of the room with one of the babes in her arms. The babe appeared to be asleep with his head lying on her mother’s chest, his small mouth halfway open. 

“Mama,” Rhaenyra made sure not to speak too loudly so as not to wake the babes. Her mother turned towards her and gave her a smile. “I cannot find Nyra and no one seems to know who she is.”

“Yes, she and Damon are not here any longer.” Rhaenyra frowned as she walked farther into the room. Her mother sat down and kissed her forehead. “They returned back to their home.”

“But I thought this was their home?” Nyra had told her that she was Jaehaerys’s daughter, which meant this was her home. “Why did she not say goodbye?”

“I am sorry, my love.” Aemma’s expression was sad. “I know they would have liked to say goodbye, but they did not have time.”

“Oh,”

“Things are a bit hard to explain right now, but in a few years things will make more sense.”

Rhaenyra was not really sure what that meant, but her mother had never lied to her before. If her mother said that she would understand one day then she believed it. Right now she would have to find someone else to teach her about her Valyrian heritage. Her uncle Daemon had left and she did not know when he would be coming back. She missed her uncle and now she would miss Nyra also. 

Her mother was busy taking care of the babes and being queen, while her grandsire was busy with similar things. She would have to ask one of her kingsguards to accompany her to the dragon pit. She was hoping her uncle would return soon and that he would bring her lots of gifts. 

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                                                      Aemma Arryn (19 years old.)

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On another world.

Being back was a bit strange and she could not push away the sadness that filled her chest. She missed her mother and her grandsire, she missed young impulsive Daemon and even little Rhaenyra. It had been fun to see how her younger self acted and had everyone wrapped around her small fingers. A part of her was happy that they were finally back, but things were so different here. Her father was still king and was driving the kingdom into the ground, now most of the decisions were made by her stepmother. Her father was getting sicker and sicker every day and her stepmother was attempting to hold on to power as much as possible. 

“You have been sulking since we returned.” Daemon walked into the chamber of the painted table and leaned against the window. “What is the matter?”

“I am not sure.” She turned to Daemon. “This does not feel like our home any longer, it feels strange. I wish I could be back in the other world with my mother and grandsire, I even have siblings.”

“I know.” Daemon wrapped his arms around her. “I still wake up every morning expecting to see my father and your mother. I also expect to see Rhaenyra attempting to sneak Syrax into the castle.”

Rhaenyra could not help but smile, her younger self was not someone who took no for an answer, just like she did. But now that they were here everything felt so wrong, like they were missing a big part of themselves. The only thing she had in this world was Daemon, her father here did not count. Viserys had stopped paying attention to her a long time ago and things had become even worse when she married Daemon. Her father still refused to forgive her for that and Rhaenyra was not happy with all the things he had done. 

They had been sent to another world to fix things, but apparently, the gods had not realized that there were several things in this world that needed to be fixed also. Their world might not been in danger of ending like the other had been, but they still had so many issues, so many things Rhaenyra did not know how to start to fix it. It was true that she would be queen one day, but that did not seem worth everything she had lost along the way. Rhaenyra had never believed the throne belonged to her until her father had made her heir after her mother’s death. 

Rhaenyra was not sure how she was supposed to go back to the way things were before.  

                                                                         Rhaenyra Targaryen (17 years old.)

                                                                         Daemon Targaryen (33 years old.)

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Chapter 37

On another world. 4 months later. 

The wheelhouse was not helping her nausea in the least, she could not stand being trapped inside that thing. She had never liked it, just like she could not stand the smell in Kings Landing, she had forgotten how badly the city smelled. She did not want to be here, but her father had insisted that she and Daemon travel to Kings Landing to see him. He had sent her several ravens and while Rhaenyra had ignored most of them, the last one could not be ignored. The last raven had been an order, which had annoyed her and Daemon, but they decided to do as he asked and not create a bigger issue than what it was. 

Syrax and Caraxes had been kept in the dragon pit. She was so tired and wanted to do nothing else but sleep. She did not want to have to spend time with her stepmother, attempting to pretend that she did not hear the insults. 

“We do not have to see Viserys.” Daemon kissed the side of her head. “We can turn this thing back around and go back home.”

“I just want to see my father, see what he wants, and then we can return home.” She turned to face her husband and gave him a small smile. “If we are lucky we can get this done quickly and will not have to see his face again for a few more years.”

“Who would have ever thought that we would not want to be in Kings Landing?” Daemon let out a laugh. “I spent so many years fighting to be near my brother and now I cannot stand to be anywhere near him.”

“Well, you are finally realizing all the things he has done to you throughout the years.” Being sent so many years back and into another world had cleared several things up for both of them. “Now, you know that my father is not worth you being sad about.”

“Yes, I do not want to be anywhere near him.” Daemon ran a hand over her belly. “And I do not want him anywhere near our child.”

“I do not want him to be near our child either.” Rhaenyra cupped his face and kissed his lips. “Our child will have us and he will not need anyone else.”

Daemon had been extremely happy since finding out that she was with child and so was Rhaenyra. She could not wait for her child to be born, she had missed having a child around. She missed little Rhaenyra, even if it had been herself. She wondered what her child would look like. She was hoping it was a boy, who looked just like his father. She would like to have a girl one day also, but for now, she wanted a boy. She was hoping this would not take too long.  

                                                                             Rhaenyra Targaryen (18 years old.)

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6 years later.

“Now, all we have to do is wait for them to get close.” Rhaenyra nodded at her brothers. “Remember we cannot be seen, or mama and papa will be very upset.”

Both boys nodded and turned back towards the garden wall. They had been waiting for over thirty minutes, but Rhaenyra was sure that the nursemaids should be here soon. The two women were restless and would not leave them alone. The women were always admonishing them if they ran too fast or if they were too loud. The septas, especially the one in charge of her did not like her riding leathers or that she spent so much time with Syrax. But apparently, the septa did not like a lot of things that Rhaenyra did, and she could not stand the woman either. She also did not like the women who took care of her brothers, they did not like when they spent too much time with her. 

They waited for a few more minutes before the three women walked into the gardens. Rhaenyra had spent several days bringing dragon dung into the castle and hiding it in the farthest parts of the gardens, so people would not smell it. They had moved it to the bushes closest to the garden entrance and they hid behind it, laying in wait. The septas looked around, frowning when they did not see them. 

Rhaenyra only waited a few seconds before giving her brothers the signal. She was thankful she had remembered to have them all wear gloves. Aelyx was the first one to throw and hit his septa on the side of her face. The woman screamed as Maekar and Rhaenyra threw dragon dung, hitting the two other women. They laughed as they continued throwing dragon dung at the three annoying women. The women's screams grew louder until two kingsguards ran into the gardens. 

“Shh,” Rhaenyra signaled for her brothers to follow her and made sure to stay behind the bushes. All three giggled as they made it through the secret entrance. Rhaenyra removed her brother’s gloves before removing hers and gave her brothers a bright smile. “We did it.” 

“You did what exactly?” All three children’s eyes widened and they turned to see their father standing there. He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. “I am waiting for an answer.”

“Good day, papa.” Aelyx gave their father an innocent look. “We were playing.”

“You were?” Rhaenyra could tell that their father did not believe a word. “And what were you playing exactly?”

“We were just running around the gardens.” Rhaenyra smiled and attempted not to look guilty. “We were running in the gardens and then we heard screaming.” 

“Yes, I heard.” Their father tilted his head to the side. “One of the kingsguards told me that three of the septas were attacked with dragon dung. Now, you three will not happen to know anything about that, would you?”

“Of course not,” Rhaenyra answered quickly before they were tricked into confessing to what they had done. “We would never do something like that.”

“Aelyx, Maekar, return to your chambers, your mother is waiting for you.” Both boys nodded and walked away before her father turned back to her. “Now, you and I are going to speak little lady.”

“Okay.”

Her father placed his hand on her back and led her towards one of the tables and waited until she sat down, before sitting next to her.

“Now, would you like to tell me why you and your brothers threw dragon dung at your septas?”

“The septa does not like me, and my brother’s septas do not like when I spend too much time with Aelyx and Maekar.” Rhaenyra rolled her eyes. “My septa says I do not behave like a lady and she keeps calling Syrax a beast.”

“I am sorry.” Baelon ran a hand over her head. “You could have told me your septa was not treating you well.”

“I did not want to bother you, papa.” Her father had more important things to deal with. “I know you and mama are busy.”

“But we are never too busy for you.” He kissed the top of her head. “I always have time for you and your problems. Do not worry, I will send your septa away and get someone else you like better.”

Rhaenyra squealed and wrapped her arms around her father’s waist. She was happy that he believed her and that he was willing to do something about it. Baelon hugged her back and kissed the top of her head again. 

“I am surprised you did not involve your brother and sister,” Baelon said with a laugh.

“Aemon is only three, he would not be able to keep quiet for too long.” Rhaenyra pulled back and shook her head. “And Alyssane is just a babe, she is not even able to walk yet.”

Her father opened his mouth but before he could say anything there was a loud sound and Rhaenyra let out a gasp. She would recognize that sound anywhere, her uncle was back.

                                                                   Rhaenyra Targaryen (10 years old.)

                                                                                    Aelyx  Targaryen (6 years old.)

                                                                                  Maekar Targaryen (6 years old.)

                                                                            Baelon Targaryen (50 years old.)

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Chapter 38

In another world. 4 months later.

Rhaenyra was happy to be back on Dragonstone, she had hated the few days she spent in Kings Landing. She had only spoken a few words to her father and even less to her stepmother. Her father had been very excited when he found out that she was with child and had asked her to stay in Kings Landing. He kept saying how he wished to spend more time with her, which amused her because her father had never been too interested in spending time with her before. Rhaenyra had answered with a resounding no, she did not want to live near her father and stepmother’s judgmental looks. When she declined her father then attempted to convince Daemon, which was laughable because her father had not spoken to Daemon since what happened at the pleasure house. Daemon had barely spoken to her father before leaving the room. After two days of staying in Kings Landing, Rhaenyra had insisted on leaving and Daemon had agreed with her. Since they had returned her father had not stopped sending them letters, which Rhaenyra and Daemon chose to ignore.

“You keep getting lost in thought.” Daemon kissed her lips before kissing her belly. “I am starting to get worried about you.”

“You do not have to worry.” Rhaenyra wrapped her arms around his neck. “I am not sad or thinking about anything too awful. I was just staring into the distance.”

“I know you have been a bit sad since we returned.” He cupped the side of her face. “I know you missed the others.”

“Yes, but I have been feeling better this past few moons.” She kissed his lips before running a hand over her belly. “Except for the fact that I am growing fatter and fatter every day.”

“You are not fat.” He ran his tongue over her bottom lip, his kiss growing lustier as he pulled her closer. “You are lush and gorgeous and I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

Daemon did not waste any time, he lowered the sleeves of her gown and freed her breasts. 

“I especially love your breasts.” He ran his tongue over her nipples, making her moan. “They have grown more lush and delicious in these past few moons.”

She had plans to answer or say something witty, but Daemon took one of her breasts into his mouth and sucked hard, whipping every single thought from her mind. His other hand moved to her other breast and pulled on her nipple. If she had been in her right mind she might have worried about the fact that they were in a room where anyone could walk in at any moment. But at that point, she could not think about anything else, for all she cared everyone could come in and watch. 

Daemon pushed her against the table, before his hands went to her hips and hoisted her up on it. Her gold skirts were pushed up quickly and Daemon’s fingers were pressed inside her before she could even say anything. Her moans grew louder as Daemon manipulated her body until she was trembling all over. Rhaenyra did not stay idle and removed Daemon’s clothes as fast as she was able. Soon it was Daemon moaning when Rhaenyra wrapped her hand around his cock. He did not allow her to play for long, soon he seemed not to be in a mood to play any longer. 

He thrusted inside her, making a scream leave her throat. Rhaenyra’s nails dug into the back of Daemon’s neck as they moved against each other. Not that it would take long, since she got with child all her husband needed to do was walk into a room for her body to get ready for him. Rhaenyra wrapped her legs around his waist as he thrust harder.

“You are so beautiful.” He raised his head and licked her throat. “And you look even more beautiful pregnant.” His tongue swept into her mouth. “Every time I see you large with my babe I want to fuck you in every room in this castle.”

“Well, do not stop yourself.” She sucked his bottom lip. “I enjoy when you fuck me.”

Daemon thrust harder into her, two more thrusts and she was coming, her screams echoing around the entire castle. Being with child had been going extremely well for her, she was hoping the birth would be just as easy, or at least not cause her death. 

                                 Rhaenyra Targaryen (18 years old. 7 months pregnant.)

                                                                            Daemon Targaryen (34 years old.)

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Daemon climbed on the horse, which had been brought to him, and moved through the city. He had missed Kings Landing, especially since the city smelled even better. His father had installed a new sewer system and had planted gardens throughout the city. Since his father had become king things had been much better in Westeros and the export was thriving. Aemma had also added on to the late queen Alysanne’s charities to help the common folk. There had never been a more beloved queen. He had missed his family, he had not seen them for the past three years, spending his time flying around Essos and the other free cities had taken a lot of his time. His father had called him back home and said it was time he showed his presence, for people and other lords to see him as the heir to the throne. 

Now he was back and he could not wait to see his father, brothers, and his new sister, whom he had not met yet. But most of all he could not wait to see his little niece, she had sent him several letters and he always enjoyed her stories. The last time he had seen Rhaenyra she had attempted to follow him when he had been leaving the city. His heart had almost given out when he saw her on Syrax flying after him. Apparently, what the other Rhaenyra had said still stood, his small niece was the youngest dragon rider in their family. He had been afraid, but could not help but be proud of her. 

He entered the courtyard and had barely gotten off his horse when he was attacked by three small bodies. They were all laughing and talking at the same time, making him laugh also. He saw his father but was not able to speak to him, since he had three children hanging on to him. 

“Did you have to fight?” Aelyx was obsessed with war and battles, of course, that would be the first question he would ask. “Did Caraxes defeat the enemies?”

“Did you see the temples?” Maekar's eyes shone in delight as he asked the question. “Are they as grand as the books say?”

“You both need to stop, I have to welcome him also.” Rhaenyra was the oldest and she was in charge, and she did not let anyone forget it. She gave him a bright smile. “Did you bring lots of presents?”

“Children,” Baelon’s voice was amused and admonishing at the same time. “You should let Daemon breathe before you start asking him questions. Now, go back to our chambers, Daemon and I will meet you there in a few minutes.”

“But papa,” Rhaenyra protested. “He never said if he brought us presents.”

“I am sure he will give you all the presents later.” Baelon rolled his eyes while Daemon chuckled. “Now, do as I ask.”

All three children whined but did as his father asked. Baelon enveloped him in a tight hug, which made tears fill his eyes. He had missed his father so much and he was happy to be back. 

“I am glad you have returned and that you are well.” His father pulled back and clapped his shoulders. “I was not sure if you received my raven, you never answered.”

“This is my answer.” Daemon laughed when his father rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I thought it would be best to give it to you in person.”

“Of course you did.” Baelon gestured and Daemon followed him, both of them walking side by side. After a few minutes, his father could not help himself any longer. “How is Viserys doing?”

“He is drowning himself in wine.” Daemon had seen his brother once, but Viserys wanted nothing to do with him and refused even to speak. He had not even asked about Rhaenyra. “He did not want to speak to me and did not want to know about anything happening here. He is in a sad state, he does not look well.”

“I have also sent him ravens, but he has not answered.” Daemon knew his father felt guilty about exiling Viserys. He had done what was best for the kingdom and the protection of the family, but he still missed Viserys. “I did not really expect him to, but I would have liked if he had at least asked about Rhaenyra.”

“She does not seem to miss him very much.” Daemon pointed out, his niece seemed happy and at peace. “She calls you father.” 

“Yes,” Baelon let out a sigh. “She barely remembers Viserys and what she remembers is not very good. I have not wanted to push her, she is doing so well and has progressed so much that I do not want to do anything to jeopardize that.”

“I understand that.” Rhaenrya seemed to be thriving. 

The kingsguards bowed and opened the doors. Daemon smiled at the changes in the chambers. Several toys were lying around and a large amount of food was on the table. Aemma stood near the table, with a babe sitting on her hip, his stepmother looked beautiful in a pink and silver gown. There was a small boy standing next to her, while Rhaenyra, Aelyx, and Maekar stood on the other side of her. 

Daemon approached his stepmother and kissed her cheeks.

“You look as beautiful as always, Aemma.” He ran his hand over the babe’s head, smiling as the small girl looked at him. This was the first time he had met his younger sister, she was only nine moons old and he had not been present since before her birth. “She is beautiful.”

“Thank you.” Aemma smiled. “I am glad you have returned home.”

“Thank you,” He knew she meant it, Aemma had always loved him as a brother. Daemon kneeled in front of the little boy and gave him a smile. “I am glad to see you again, Aemon. You have grown so much. The last time I saw you you were just a small babe, even younger than Alyssane is now. But look at you, you will be a strong warrior.”

Aemon looked at him for a moment, taking in his hair and eyes. After a few moments, the small boy threw himself at Daemon and wrapped his hands around his neck. Daemon hugged him back and kissed his head. He had missed this, his family. This was his place, where he belonged. He did not want to leave once more. 

                                                                             Daemon Targaryen (26 years old.)

                                                                                Aemma Arryn (25 years old.)

                                                    Aemon Targaryen (3 years old.)

                                                                          Alysanne Targaryen (9 months old.)

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Chapter 39

“We are all happy that you are back.” Rhaenys hugged him and patted his back. “I was sure Rhaenyra would fly to Essos to look for you.”

“Yes, the first thing she asked when I arrived was about presents.” Daemon laughed. “Did you miss all the chaos I caused?”

“Not exactly. We got three small children who are more than happy to cause trouble.” Rhaenys gave Daemon a secretive look. “Did you know that yesterday right before you arrived they attacked the septas by throwing dragon dung at them?”

Daemon burst out laughing, that sounded like something Rhaenyra would do and he was sure she had dragged her brothers into it. The boys adored Rhaenyra and always wanted to follow her around. Even Aemon always wanted to follow after his brothers and sister even if he was still too young. 

“I am glad you are here, I have been meaning to speak with you.” Daemon had always admired Rhaenys and wanted to make sure she would not resent him or his father for the decision he had made. “My father told me he was planning to name me hand of the king and I wanted to make sure you do not think I returned to usurp your place.”

“Of course not, Daemon.” Rhaenys patted his shoulder and gave him a genuine smile. “I have always known your father wished to name you hand and to be honest, it makes perfect sense. He is trying to prepare you to be king one day. I have always known this and I am thankful for the small respite I will get.”

“You do not want to be hand any longer?” 

“For now, I have more important things to worry about.” Rhaenys let out a sigh. “My children are growing and I want to spend more time with them. Especially since Corlys has started to look for a husband for Laena. I want to make sure he picks someone who will make my daughter happy. If I leave things to Corlys, he will pick someone based on how much gold they have or how powerful they can make him.”

“Has he given up on wedding Laena to me?” His father had told him what Corlys had said years ago. While his father had refused Daemon knew that Corlys was not a man who gave up easily. 

“He was holding on to the idea for a while, but I made sure he gave up on it.” Rhaenys shrugged. “Baelon made it clear that Rhaenyra would be your wife. We all knew how serious he was when he annulled your marriage to Rhea Royce without giving them any explanation.”

“I do not think they were too interested in one.” Rhea hated him as much as he hated her. “My dear wife never cared about me, which worked in my favor since she did not protest when my father annulled her marriage.”

“Well, it all worked in your favor then,” Rhaenys said with a smile.

“Are you and your family going to stay in Kings Landing?” 

“No,” Rhaenys shook her head. “As soon as your father makes your new title official Corlys, the children and I will be returning to Driftmark. We have been away from our home for too long and the children miss it. To be honest, I miss it also.”

“I hope you come visit us from time to time.” Daemon bumped his shoulders against his cousin’s. “Do not become a stranger.”

“I will not.” Rhaenys kissed his cheek. “The same goes for you. You can visit whenever you want.”

Daemon nodded, while he was sad that Rhaenys was leaving, he wanted to show his father that he could be a capable king.

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2 years later.

“We have serious problems.” Baelon leaned back and did not say anything, allowing Corlys to speak. “The pirates have attacked several of our ships and taken our goods.”

“Do we know who the pirates are?” Baelon had been notified, but a few moons ago the problem had not seemed so severe. 

“The pirates are part of the Triarchy, they are being led by a man named Craghas Drahar.” This time it was Daemon who answered, his son had taken his duties as hand of the king seriously and he had done an excellent job. “The Triarchy is upset since we refuse to pay the high tolls imposed by the Free Cities on trade in the Narrow Sea.”

“We had an agreement with them which is supposed to hold for ten more years,” Baelon said, annoyed that they would not respect the deal. The Lords in the Free Cities got greedier and greedier as time passed. “The taxes and tolls were not supposed to change during that time.”

“I do not think the Free Cities care much for the treaty any longer.” Corlys snorted. “I have lost several ships and good men, not counting the merchandise my ships were carrying.”

“We hear your concerns, Lord Corlys.” Baelon could see the man was upset. “And we do not take them lightly.”

“I can have our spies see what is truly happening and why all these attacks have increased in the past moon.” Daemon’s suggestion was perfectly reasonable, but Baelon could see Corlys was not happy with it. 

“That is all you plan to do?” Corlys glared at him and Daemon and Baelon’s eyes narrowed. He stared the lord down until Corlys looked away from him. “We should be preparing for war.”

“We will, Lord Corlys.” Daemon’s voice said that he was annoyed, not that Baelon blamed him, sometimes speaking to Corlys was like talking to a child. “But we need time to prepare for a war and in that time our spies can provide important information about our enemy.” Daemon leaned back on his chair and gave Corlys a mocking look. “Or do you plan to go into war completely blind and without any info about your enemies?”

Everyone in the room cleared their throats and looked between Corlys and Daemon. After a few minutes, Corlys shook his head. 

“Of course not, my prince.” Corlys looked at the other lords before looking at Baelon. “I would ask permission to start preparing my men and I would like to participate in this war.”

“Of course, Lord Corlys. You have been one of the most affected by this situation and you have a strong naval fleet.” Corlys was pacified by Baelon’s answer. “The council is dismissed for the day.”

Baelon gestured to Daemon to make sure his son did not leave. There were a few things they needed to speak about. Once the lords had left and the doors were closed Baelon turned towards his son. 

“It is happening the same way it happened in the other Daemon’s world.” His son spoke before Baelon said anything. “We are going to war against the Triarchy and Dorne.”

“Yes, but some things will be different now,” Baelon remembered what the other Daemon had said to him. “Unlike in the other world, this time you will have the full support of the crown. You will have all the men and supplies you need. You will also have me.”

“What?” Daemon gave him a confused look. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I will be going to war with you.” 

“You cannot.” Baelon would have been insulted by his son’s quick denial but allowed him to explain. “The king and the heir cannot go to war at the same time, at least not to fight the same battle. What will happen if we both die?” Daemon shook his head. “Aelyx would have to take the throne and he is only eight name days. You know every vulture would descend and attempt to take advantage of them. We cannot leave our family unprotected.”

Baelon hated that his son was right, he knew both of them going to war at the same time. He did not like the idea of Daemon going to war on his own. He knew that his son was an excellent warrior, one of the best in the Seven Kingdoms. He was also an excellent commander, but he was still his son. 

“I know you are right.” 

“I also do not think Aemma will be happy if you go to war and miss the birth of your child.” Daemon laughed. “Are you ever going to let the poor woman rest? How many children do you need?”

“Hey! I am not forcing her to have my children.” Baelon smacked the back of Daemon’s head for good measure. “I just have a hard time staying away from her.” 

“Well, at least you are not lacking heirs.” Daemon's smirk would not leave his face. “But you should give your poor wife a rest.”

“She has not asked for one.” Baelon’s glare was harder and he thought about smacking his son again, maybe it would knock some sense into him. “Just remember in a few years you will wed Rhaenyra and I will be telling you the same thing.”

Daemon’s mouth snapped shut, which made Baelon smile. While Daemon loved Rhaenyra and doted on her, he was still uncomfortable with the thought of wedding her. He did not see Rhaenyra as a woman yet and thinking that he would have to bed her in a few short years made him uncomfortable. At least Baelon knew what to do to make his son shut his mouth. 

He knew that as soon as the children discovered that Daemon would be leaving soon there would be a mutiny in his hands. His children would not be happy that Daemon was leaving, especially Aelyx when he found out that his brother was going to war. Aelyx dreamt of war and conquest, he reminded Baelon of Daemon. Both of them were very similar. 

                                                Baelon Targaryen (52 years old.)

                                                                                Daemon Targaryen (28 years old.)

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Chapter 40

In another world. 2 months later.

Rhaenyra screamed as her hand crushed Daemon’s. She knew she had to be hurting him, but her husband had not protested the treatment even once. He had not said much of anything, to be fair to him every time he opened his mouth Rhaenyra would snap at him. She would have felt bad if she had not been in so much pain. Her insides were being torn apart and the babe did not appear to want to come out. The midwife had checked on her several times and just kept saying that everything was progressing well. The cunt, what did she know? She was not the one in pain. Rhaenyra had been in labor for over half a day and it did not seem like it would end anytime soon. 

“In a few minutes, I will ask you to push, princess.” The midwife’s voice was calm and collected and it was grating on her nerves. “When I ask you will push as hard as you can.”

Rhaenyra did not answer, mostly because if she opened her mouth all she would be able to do was scream. Her hand tightened around Daemon’s even more as she prepared for what was to come. A few minutes later the midwife gave her a nod. 

“Push princes.” Rhaenyra braced herself as she pushed with all her might. The pressure in her belly was excruciating. “Push, princess.” 

“I am pushing, you cunt!” Daemon did not say anything, just sat next to her and allowed her to crush every single bone in his hand. “What the fuck do you think I am doing?”

The pressure lessened for a few seconds and she took a few deep breaths before her belly seemed to clamp in a vice once more and the pain left her breathless. 

“Come on, my love.” Daemon kissed her sweaty forehead and gave her a smile, which she hated. She hated everything about him at that moment and she wished she had a knife. “Just breathe slowly.”

“If you tell me to breathe one more time, I will kill you in your sleep.” Daemon’s eyes widened while the midwife chuckled. 

Rhaenyra glared at the woman, not understanding what she found so amusing. She was going to yell at the woman when the pressure in her belly returned with a vengeance and stole her breath. The midwife ordered her to push, which she did. The cycle repeated for over twenty minutes, until finally, after one final push the pain ebbed. She was still uncomfortable, but the pressure in her belly was gone. She leaned back on the bed and took deep breaths, attempting to regain a bit of her strength. She was exhausted and all she could think about was going to sleep. 

A loud cry echoed around the room and her sleepiness disappeared as she raised her head to look at the babe the midwife was holding. He was covered, Rhaenyra did not want to think about what he was covered in, but she would see the wisps of silver hair. The babe sounded insulted and angry, his small arms waving about as the midwife took him a few feet away to clean him up. One of the other women approached Daemon and whispered something in his ear. Her husband nodded, before kissing Rhaenyra’s forehead and moving off the bed. He walked toward the midwife who was still cleaning their babe. 

It took her a few seconds to understand what was happening, they would have to take care of the afterbirth. While pregnant she had spoken to the midwives several times, they had explained how the whole process worked. Rhaenyra had been afraid and wanted to know everything she could. It did not take long for her to deliver the afterbirth and for one of the midwives to clean her up. They changed her nightgown and the bedsheets before helping her back onto the bed. As soon as she was sitting comfortably, Daemon approached her with their babe in his arms. 

Her husband sat on the bed facing her and handed her their child. As soon as the babe was in her arms Rhaenyra fell completely in love. She had not realized she could love someone so completely in just a matter of seconds.

“It is a boy.” Daemon’s voice was a bit shocked and he looked a the babe with awe. “The midwife said he is very healthy.”

“He is beautiful.” She ran her hand over his silver hair and smiled. “He is the most perfect thing I have ever seen.”

“He is.” Daemon ran the back of one finger over the babe’s cheek. “I did not know it would feel like this.”

“Neither did I.” She kissed the babe’s cheeks before looking at her husband. “He will need a name.” 

“Yes,” Daemon bit his lip and thought for a moment. “I would like to name him Baelon, after my father.”

Rhaenyra was not the only one who had missed the other world. Daemon had been able to spend time with his father, after so many years of wondering how Baelon would react to some of his actions he now knew. The time they had with their loved ones had not been enough, but it had been a gift they had not expected. 

“I think that is a wonderful name for a feature king.” Rhaenyra cupped Daemon’s face before leaning forward and kissing him. She pulled back and smiled at him. “We will tell him all about his grandsire, who he is named after, and his grandmother, both of them. He might never meet them in person, but he will know them.”

This would be a new beginning for them, they now had their own family. Rhaenyra opened her mouth, but the doors opened stopping what she had been about to say. One of her kingsguards walked in and kneeled.

“Your grace.” She frowned at the title, a bit confused. “We have received news that King Viserys has died.”

“What?” Daemon moved off the bed and moved closer to the knight. “When did this happen?”

“Early this morning.” The knight answered and stood up. “The dowager queen is attempting to keep it a secret, but one of the gold cloaks heard about it and came himself.”

“Tell the gold cloak to return to the capital immediately and prepare every single gold cloak under his command. I will follow in Caraxes.”

The knight bowed and left the room and Daemon turned towards her.

“I will go with you,” Rhaenyra said immediately. She was now queen and would not allow her stepmother to take her birthright. 

“You cannot Rhaenyra.” Her husband sat next to her. “You have just given birth and need to heal. You cannot ride Syrax in your condition and we cannot leave our son alone.”

“I cannot allow you to go by yourself.”

“I will be fine.” He kissed her lips. “I will send a raven to Rhaenys and have her accompany you to Kings Landing. I will have the men prepare a ship so you and Baelon can travel comfortably. I will make sure you get your crown my love.”

“Be careful.” She clung to his arm with one hand. “Nothing can happen to you, we need you.”

“Nothing will happen.” He kissed her lips before kissing Baelon’s forehead. “I love you, I love you both.”

“We love you too.”

He left with one last kiss and Rhaenyra looked at her son as tears ran down her face. She hated that he would be on his own, that she would not be there to help him. She would make sure everything was ready for tomorrow and hoped Rhaenys would be able to give her more news once she arrived.

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Daemon sometimes wondered how one woman could be so stupid. He did not understand what Alicent thought she would accomplish by hiding the king’s death. She did not have any children, so she did not have anyone else to place on the throne. The entire realm knew that Rhaenyra was the heir, there was no one else to challenge her claim, except for him and he never would. Before this Rhaenyra had planned to let Alicent return to Old Town. His wife had told him that once she became queen she would take every single jewel Alicent possessed, that belonged to the crown and exiled her stepmother. Those plans had changed the moment Alicent decided to hide Viserys’s death. 

Caraxes landed in the middle of the courtyard and two kinsguards ran up to him. Daemon immediately recognized Harrold Westerling and Erryk Cargyll. 

“Your grace,” Westerling said as both men bowed. “We did not know you would be arriving so soon.”

“Yes, I can see that.” Daemon narrowed his eyes at the man who had served his family loyally for years. “Ser Harrold, are you aware that the king is dead?” 

“Yes, your grace.” The man could see Daemon’s fury. “We found out earlier today.”

“And tell me, why is it that no one thought to let me and my wife know about it?” He moved closer to the two men who tensed but did not move. “Did you forget that she is the heir to the throne? The moment my brother died my wife became your queen, your loyalty is to her.”

“Our loyalty is with Queen Rhaenyra.” Harrold almost jumped when Caraxes’s head moved closer to Daemon. “The dowager queen and the small council decided that it would be better to wait since Queen Rhaenyra is heavy with child.”

“And where is the dowager queen?” 

“She is in her chambers, your grace.” This time it was Erryk who answered. “She is being guarded by Criston Cole.”

“Perfect.” Daemon had always hated that man. He would enjoy removing his head also. 

Daemon waited for the gold cloaks, knowing that they would be arriving soon. His men knew Caraxes and would know to come since his dragon had landed in the Red Keep instead of the dragon pit. It did not take long, before over five hundred men appeared, standing to the side. 

“Ser Harrold.” Daemon smiled at the man. “You will reunite every single member of the Kingsguard and bring them here in the next ten minutes. Whoever is missing forfeits his life.”

The man nodded before turning on his heel and walking away fast. Daemon looked at the gold cloaks who had come to his aid and gestured at one of the captains to approach him. 

“Ser Harwin.” The man bowed respectfully before straightening. “You and twenty of your men will come with me. One hundred of you will apprehend every single council member of the small council and bring him here. The rest of you will make sure that no one comes in or goes out of this castle.”

Everyone nodded and left to do as he commanded. Daemon walked quickly, eager to get this over with to make sure everything was safe for his wife and son. He would not allow anyone who was a threat to live. He made it to the queen’s chambers quickly and smiled when he noticed Criston Cole standing outside the door. 

“Step aside, Cole.” Daemon’s hand wrapped around Dark Sister’s hilt as he gave the knight a mocking smile. “I need to speak to the dowager queen.”

“The queen is resting, my prince.” Daemon’s eyes narrowed when the man did not use his proper title. “She asked not to be bothered.”

“I do not give a fuck what that cunt wishes.” Cole’s body tensed as he glared at Daemon. “You will refer to me as your grace, I am your king after all.”

“You are not the king!” Cole snapped.

“Correct me if I am wrong, but since my brother died my wife became queen, and since I am her husband that makes me king. So, I am your king.” Cole hated Daemon, he always had and Daemon hated him also. Cole’s hate was due to jealousy since he was in love with Rhaenyra and she had chosen Daemon. “Now, step aside or I will be forced to kill you.”

“My duty is to the queen.” Cole’s hand went to his sword, making Daemon smile mockingly.

“Yes, it is, to Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen.” Daemon pulled out Dark Sister, he would not argue with this man all day long. “Now, either move aside or die.”

Cole did not say anything, just pulled out his sword and launched himself at him. Daemon smiled, enjoying the fight. The last time he had fought Cole the man had won because he attacked him from the back. But after being made a kingsguard the man had spent years guarding doors, while Daemon had fought in wars and trained to hone his skills. 

He cut Criston several times, enjoying playing with the man. The man got more and more angry the longer they fought, which made him clumsy and careless. Daemon got tired of playing with the man and thrust down his sword, stabbing Cole in the leg and making him fall down. Daemon kicked the man’s sword away before placing Dark Sister against his throat.

“To be honest, I would have enjoyed playing with you a bit longer, but I do not have enough time for that.” Daemon brought down his sword almost severing Cole’s head, enjoying killing the stupid idiot who had lusted after his wife for years. 

Once he made sure the man was dead, he walked into the queen’s chambers to find Alicent standing in the middle of the solar. She looked terrified, especially when she saw Daemon’s bloody sword. 

“Now, I want to know why you decided to hide my brother’s death.” Daemon sheathed his sword. “Because as soon as my brother died your power died with him, so you had no right to make any decisions”

“It was not I who decided.” Alicent’s voice trembled. “It was the small council who believed it was best to keep it a secret.”

“We both know that is not true.” Daemon moved closer and almost laughed when Alicent took a step back. “You called for the small council as soon as my brother passed and told them it would be best to keep his death a secret for a few days. It makes me wonder what you were planning since you do not have a child to place on the throne.”

“Several lords believed house Targaryen is not fit to rule any longer.” Now he was sure the woman had lost her mind. “They want a new age for Westeros where the pious will rule once more.”

“That is not your decision to make.” Daemon grabbed her arm in a tight grip, making her flinch. “And not the lords of the realm either. We are dragons and I will show you what happens when we are betrayed.”

Daemon would make sure that this woman and every other person who had been attempting to betray his house would die. Traitors would not be allowed in Westeros, especially near his wife and child. Daemon would protect his family at all costs. 

                                                                                    Daemon Targaryen (34 years old.)

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Chapter 41

In another world.

Alicent was dragged to the courtyard as other lords and ladies were dragged there also. By the time Daemon made it to the courtyard all the Kingsguard, except for Cole were present and so were all the members of the small council members, including Larys Strong. Since they returned from the other world Daemon had investigated everything the gods had shown him and Rhaenyra. He had discovered that a lot of those things were true in his world also, like Mysaria’s betrayal. He made sure to kill her quickly and without fuss, not wanting people to suspect him. Even while Otto Hightower had been dead for years, he could not trust the woman and would not risk it. He also had Larys Strong watched, and the man was as evil as they came. Even in this world, he was planning to have his father and brother killed just so he could become Lord of Harrenhal. Not that Daemon was going to allow that to happen, but the man deserved to die. 

“I am happy to see all of you,” Daemon smirked at the people who were supposed to lead the kingdom and did nothing more than attempt to fill their own pockets and hold on to power for as long as possible. Not all of them were the same, but most of them were useless traitors. “You cannot imagine my and my wife’s surprise when we received that news that my brother had died and you all decided to hide it.” Some of the men paled and looked down, while a couple looked him straight in the eye. Lyonel Strong was one of those few. “I arrive here and find out that all of you decided that my wife and I did not need to know that she was now the queen.”

“Your grace,” Tyland Lannister looked like he was about to be sick and Daemon knew he would give nothing but excuses. “Your wife is large with child, we did not want to give her any distressing news.”

“So all of you were planning to wait until my wife gave birth?” He could not hide the disbelief in his voice. “What if she still had another moon to go? Who was going to rule the kingdom then?”

His question was rhetorical, there was no right answer for that. They all knew they betrayed Rhaenyra and now they would have to pay for that betrayal.

“Your grace, if you will allow me.” Lord Lyonel stepped forward, the expression on his face was harsh. Daemon nodded his head. “Immediately after the king’s death, the dowager queen called for a council meeting. After informing us of the king’s death she then advised us that it would be best if we kept the news of the king’s death a secret until there was time to come up with a plan. She then made the comment that women were not meant to rule and you would not be a good king.”

“Why did you stay quiet?” Daemon did not look away from Lyonel, attempting to see if he was lying. “Why did you not send a raven to let us know?”

“Because when Lord Beesbury and I protested, we were confined to our chambers.” Daemon looked at Beesbury who nodded in agreement. “We have not been allowed to leave since then.”

“It is true, your grace.” One of the gold cloaks stepped forward. “We found Lord Strong and Lord Beesbury locked inside their chambers.”

“Take Lord Strong and Lord Beesbury to the throne room, I will meet with them once I am done here.” Two of the gold cloaks nodded and followed the two older men. Daemon looked at the five men remaining, who were now looking even more pale, except for Larys, he was under the impression he would get out of this one. “All of you are traitors and as everyone knows the punishment for traitors is death.”

“Your grace…” Lord Wylde looked terrified and shook his head. “We did not mean any harm.”

“Yes, you did.” Daemon’s smile was not pleasant. “You all believed you could overthrow the Targaryens and put someone else on the throne, let me assure you that it will never happen. My wife and I will not accept traitors in our court.” He glared at the five men and signaled the gold cloaks. “Kill them all, except for Larys Strong.” 

One of the gold cloaks yanked Larys to the side, who still had that annoying smirk on his face. Daemon would make sure it was erased shortly. The gold cloaks did not waste any time before beheading the four men in quick succession. Once it was done, Daemon turned to look at Alicent, who looked as green as her dress and was shaking uncontrollably, and Larys who was standing near her. 

“Harwin, approach me please.” The large man moved closer, looking towards his brother before looking at him. “Did you know that your brother planned to kill you and your father?” 

“What?” Harwin looked so shocked Daemon felt sorry for him. He knew that man loved his brother and had spent his entire life protecting him. “He was going to kill you both to prove his loyalty to Alicent and to become lord of Harrenhal.” 

“That cannot be true.” Harwin turned to Larys, his eyes pleading for his brother to tell him it was not true. “Tell me you would not do something so horrible.”

“But he did.” Daemon was not enjoying this, he did not wish to hurt Harwin, who had been a loyal friend for many years. “He hired two men who were locked in the black cells and cut out their tongues so they could not speak. What he did not know was that one of the men knew how to write. I was able to intercept them both before they could carry out their plans.” 

Daemon handed Harwin the letter and watched as the man read it. At one point the other man was holding the letter so tight he was ripping part of it. By the end, there was fury written all over Harwin’s face and his body was so tight it looked like it would snap at any moment. Finally, Harwin crumpled the letter and looked at Daemon, his eyes were as hard as steel. 

“Do as you please.” The other man gave a last disgusted look to his brother before walking away. 

“Well, you heard him.” Larys’s face had changed and he did not look so confident now. “I believe your time has come and I have decided to give you a similar death as the one you planned for your brother and father.”

Larys paled as Daemon dragged him close to Caraxes, he could feel his dragon’s pleasure at the idea of killing a few people. Daemon let go of Larys and stepped aside as the man fell to the ground. 

“Dracarys.” 

Caraxes’s flames were a thing of beauty as the man was burned to a crisp in front of everyone present. The man’s screams were a balm to Daemon’s soul, now he would never have the chance to do the things the gods had shown him. Once he was dead Daemon turned to Alicent, watching as the woman turned so pale that for a moment he believed she would faint, which would annoy him because he wanted her to suffer. Daemon moved to Alicent before he dragged her to Caraxes. He had barely let her go when the woman vomited as her body shook uncontrollably. Alicent had always been terrified of their dragons and now it worked in Daemon’s favor. He waited until she was done. 

“Dracarys.”

Caraxes must have felt Daemon’s deep hatred for Alicent because his flames came out much slower and softer, almost like a burning caress. Alicent screamed as she was burnt slowly, some of the lords and ladies present looked away, others vomited and some looked completely horrified. Once Alicent was dead Daemon turned to all the people present, he wanted to make sure they understood him. 

“These past events have been most unfortunate and I am sure that while there might still be some people that do not agree with having a woman as a ruler, well, to be honest, I do not care.” His gaze moved around the courtyard. “My wife is the rightful heir to the throne and she will be queen.” Daemon crossed his arms behind his back. “Now all of you can kneel and swear fealty to my wife or you can die. Whoever decides not to kneel I will give them an honorable death. But if any of you betray your oath I will make sure you suffer unimaginable things.” No one moved, they did not appear to be breathing. “What is it going to be?”

Everyone’s knees hit the ground as they swore fealty to Rhaenyra. He knew this would not be enough. Once Rhaenyra arrived they would have to call every lord to Kings Landing and have a proper coronation. All the lords would swear fealty to the new queen, or he would kill them all. 

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The other world. 3.5 years later.

While Daemon thrived in war and chaos, he was tired of living in a tent, no matter how luxurious it was, and eating rationed food. His father had made sure that they did not lack provisions, but the stupid pirates were trickier than Daemon had believed at first. They were smart and used the caves to their advantage. Daemon’s dragon was too large to fit in them and so was Seasmoke. Every day was another attack and while they killed a few men, they were not near enough to win the war. He received letters from his father, stepmother, niece, and brothers almost every day, but he missed them. He wished he could be home with them. He had missed the birth of his last brother and twin sisters. He imagined that Aelyx, Maekar, Aemon, and Alysanne must have grown a lot in the past few years. Rhaenyra was a woman now, she would be six and ten in just a few moons. 

The image of the grown Rhaenyra he had met had faded a bit through the years. He remembered she was beautiful, but could not recall specific features any longer. The last letter Rhaenyra had sent said that his father had started sending invitations for Daemon and Rhaenyra’s wedding. They were supposed to wed as soon as Daemon returned from the war. He adored his niece and thought her to be an adorable child, but that was all she was, a child. He still had a bit of trouble imagining he would be wedding and bedding her. 

“The soldiers are not happy.” Daemon looked up from the map he had been staring at for the past few minutes without really seeing it and stared at Corlys Velaryon. “They are displeased that the war is taking so long and are starting to question if this is worth it.”

“I do not think they will be any happier if we return home and raise their taxes to pay for all the merchandise the pirates steal from us.” Daemon did not blame them for not being happy, he was not happy either. What Daemon did not like was people who complained about things when everyone else’s situation was the same. “My father will be sending reinforcements in a few days.” 

“I do not think that will be enough.” Corlys poured himself some wine and sat down. 

“Is your brother causing trouble again?” Daemon noticed the way Corlys’s body tensed for a moment. He knew he was in the right, Vaemond Velaryon had been inciting the soldiers. The lord was tired of the war and thought that Daemon was reckless and dangerous. It amused Daemon how people always said he was reckless and dangerous when he did not react like they expected him to. Thanks to his recklessness he had saved several lives. “If he incites a mutiny I will have to kill him.”

“Do not worry about it.” Corlys was annoyed with his brother, but Daemon knew he did not want him dead. “I will handle my brother and make sure he does not step out of line.”

This was getting tiresome and he would have to come up with a plan to defeat the crab feeder. He was attempting to remember some of the things that the other Daemon had said about his time at the Stepstones when Laenor walked into his tent. 

“There is a letter from Kings Landing.” Laenor approached him and extended his hand. “Is from the king and it appears to be urgent.”

Daemon took the letter and opened it immediately. He had to read the words over again, feeling his heart slam inside his chest. For a moment it felt like he could not breathe and he placed a hand on the table to steady himself. As much as things had changed in his family, he had not expected this and he had not wanted it either. 

“Daemon?” He looked up to see Corlys looking at him with concern. “What is the matter?” 

“Viserys is dead.” Even the words seemed foreign to him. 

His brother who had always complained about how much Daemon drank, had been staggeringly drunk. He had fallen off one of the piers and drowned. It was a humiliating death for a Targaryen prince. Daemon felt the loss deeply and was saddened that this was how it had ended. His father was without a son and his niece was without a father. 

Even while Rhaenyra barely spoke about Viserys and she did not seem to remember him much, he knew she would be saddened by the news. 

                                                                                 Daemon Targaryen (31 years old.)

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Chapter 42

In another world. 2 months later.

Rhaenyra smiled down at her son as she bent over his crib and picked him up. Baelon had grown in the last two moons, he was a very lusty babe who was always hungry. He was happiest when he was in hers or Daemon’s arms and her husband enjoyed spoiling him. She barely had time to take a breath since arriving in Kings Landings two moons prior. As soon as her ship had docked she and Rhaenys made their way to the Red Keep, to find that her husband had executed more than ten people. Every single member of the small council, except for two had been beheaded and their heads had been placed outside the gates to serve as a warning to others. She also heard about Larys and Alicent’s execution by dragon fire. A few members of the Kingsguard had also been executed and her husband made no apologies for it. He had been clear when he said he would do whatever it took to protect her and their son and she would not be upset about that. 

The day after she arrived in Kings Landings ravens had been sent out to every noble house in Westeros. It contained a letter announcing Viserys’s death and another letter ordering every lord of every noble house to present themselves in Kings Landing in two moons' time for her coronation and for them to swear fealty. Then the preparations for her coronation had started immediately and Daemon had made sure they were surrounded with knights he trusted and he had overseen the hiring of new nursemaids for Baelon. 

Today was the grand day, she would be crowned queen and Daemon will officially become her king consort. She kissed Baelon’s small head as she held him against her chest, enjoying his weight and sweet smell. She had been so afraid of giving birth, but now she could not wait to have another child. 

“I have a surprise for our son.” Daemon walked into the nursery, a large smile overtook his entire face. “I think he will like it.”

“He is only two moons old,” Rhaenyra said as her husband gave her a quick kiss. “The things he is more interested in are my breasts and his own fist.”

“Well, you cannot blame him.” His eyes became hot, making her shiver. “You have gorgeous breasts.”

“What is the gift?” She asked before things could get out of hand. The coronation ceremony was in less than an hour and they did not have time to indulge in their lust. 

“Here.” Daemon pulled a red dragon egg from his back, it had gold swirls that intertwined. Rhaenyra’s eyes widened. “Syrax had a clutch. There are two more and I had the dragon keepers place them in the braziers to keep them warm.”

“That is incredible.” She smiled when Baelon extended his small arms, almost like he was reaching for the egg. “I think he likes it.” 

“Of course he likes it.” Daemon kissed their son and placed the dragon egg closer to Baelon, allowing the babe to touch it. “He will be a mighty dragon rider one day.” 

They spent a few more minutes with Baelon before Rhaenyra left him under the care of his nursemaid and guard as they headed to the throne room. Everyone was already inside and she could hear their voices, which made her a bit nervous. She felt Daemon’s hand squeeze hers and she turned to look at him. Her husband gave her a reassuring smile, before kissing her lips. A few seconds later the steward announced them and the doors to the throne room opened. Rhaenyra held on to Daemon as she made her way to the throne and sat down. Daemon stood beside her as the Valyrian priest approached her. She would be blessed by the seven, but the priest would be the one to crown her, just like her grandsire had done in the other world.

The priest made a short speech before placing a gold crown on her head and stepping aside. The High Septon used blessed oil to anoint her and said a small prayer before stepping aside. The Valyrian priest turned to the people and raised his hands. 

“All Hail, Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen first of her name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm.”

Everyone hailed her and Rhaenyra nodded at the priest who nodded at one of the guards. The guard approached the man and handed him a crown made of Valyrian steel with dragons engraved all around it. The priest approached Daemon who frowned at the man before looking at her. Rhaenyra smiled at her husband and nodded her head, making his eyes widen. The priest gestured for Daemon to kneel, which her husband did, before placing the crown on his head. He said the same prayer as before and stepped aside. The High Septon anointed Daemon and stepped aside. 

The priest gestured for Daemon to stand up before turning towards the people and raising his hands once more.

“All Hail, King Daemon Targaryen first of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm.”

The people seemed shocked but they hailed him all the same. Then Rhaenyra gestured as lord after lord kneeled in front of the throne and swore alliance to the new queen and king. Once it was over she stood up and Daemon took her hand. He had not said a word the entire time and appeared a bit overwhelmed. She squeezed his hand and waited until he looked at her.

“We are partners.” He had been passed over so many times and she would not do the same. “We will do this together, always.”

He just stared at her for a moment before fusing their mouths. It was like he was attempting to transmit everything he felt through the kiss. Rhaenyra did not want a marriage where she would wield her power over him as her father had done. Daemon had more than proved his love and loyalty to her and she would do the same for him.

                                                                                     Rhaenyra Targaryen (19 years old.)

                                                                                Daemon Targaryen (35 years old.)

                                                                                   Baelon Targaryen (2 months old.)

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Otherworld. 6 months later.

In the end, Daemon’s victory over the Crabfeeder had almost gotten him killed. He now understood what the other Daemon had meant when he said it had been a suicide mission, but he would not take it back. Daemon had defeated the pirates and the Triarchy and now he was back home. As soon as the war had been won he had told Vaemond Velaryon that it was his job to secure the islands until the king determined what would be done with it. It was a punishment, for all the shit the man had put him through during the war. Afterward, Daemon had mounted Caraxes and left as fast as he could. He had made it home late that night and surprised his father and stepmother, who had both been ecstatic that he was back. He had been introduced to his youngest brother and twin sisters. His brother was three and his sisters were one. They were beautiful children and Daemon could not wait to spend more time with her. 

The ones who surprised him had been Aelyx and Maekar, both boys had grown a lot since he had been gone and the first thing they asked when they saw him was for Daemon to spar with them. His family was different, but at the same time, they were the same. They had not treated him any differently and all his siblings were happy to see him. The only one he had not seen yet was Rhaenyra. She had been asleep by the time he returned home and this morning she had gone flying. His father had told him that she did not know he was back, she had left before his father or Aemma had told her about his return. 

“I was sure you had decided to stay with the pirates.” 

The voice was familiar, but at the same time, it was a different, huskier. Daemon turned and felt the breath get knocked out of his lungs. He just stood there, like a fool, not saying anything. It took a few seconds before his lungs screamed and he realized he had been holding his breath. He did not realize how much he had forgotten about the other Rhaenyra, how beautiful she had been. The woman standing in front of him now was absolutely breathtaking. Gone was the small girl he had last seen, now she was a gorgeous woman with fine delicate features and a body that was meant for sin. 

“Are you not going to say anything?” She gave him an amused smile. “Are you just going to stand there and gawk?”

“I am sorry.” His voice sounded rusty like he had not used it in a long time. “I was under the impression you did not know I was back.”

“I was told you had returned about an hour ago.” Rhaenyra’s smile became larger as she wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest.  “I am happy you are back, kepus.”

Daemon wrapped his arms around her and felt his body react. He had been so worried about having to wed and bed Rhaenyra, he had been afraid he would not be able to see her as a woman, but he could see that would not be a problem. The only issue he was having now was how he was supposed to keep his hands off of her until their wedding. His father had prepared a feast to celebrate his return and to celebrate Daemon and Rhaenyra’s betrothal. 

“I am happy to be back.” He kissed the top of her head. “I missed you, little dragon.”

“You have to tell me about your victories.” Rhaenyra pulled back and her smile left him speechless. “Your letters did not say much about the war.”

“War is not something I want to write to my small niece about.” He said with an amused smile. 

“But I am not a child any longer.”

Daemon’s eyes moved up and down her body and he swallowed. 

“You most certainly are not.” 

                                                                          Daemon Targaryen (32 years old.)

                                                                               Rhaenyra Targaryen (16 years old.)

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Chapter 43

1 week later.

“I want braids.” Alyssane ran into Rhaenyra’s chambers waving a hair comb around. Her red gown was properly secured, but her silver hair was all over the place. She stopped in front of Rhaenyra who gave her an amused smile. “My nursemaid does not know how to do them the way I like them. You said you would braid my hair anytime I wanted.” 

“Of course.” Rhaenyra took the hair comb from her little sister’s hand before picking her up and setting the little girl on her lap. “What kind of braids do you want?”

“I want them like yours.” Alysanne swung her feet. “I want to show them to Ser Harwin.”

“Ser Harwin?” Rhaenyra frowned. “Why do you need to show them to Ser Harwin?”

“He complimented your braids yesterday.” Alysanne twisted her hands on her lap. “I want him to like mine also.”

“I did not know you were so interested in Ser Harwin’s opinions.” Rhaenyra smiled, amused at her small sister’s interest in the large knight. “Is that why you are wearing one of your best gowns?”

“Yes, I want him to think me pretty.” 

“You are beautiful.” Rhaenyra kissed the top of Alysanne’s head as she continued to braid her hair. “Everyone that sees you cannot help but think that.” 

“Yes, but Ser Harwin has never told me that.” 

It amused Rhaenyra that her little sister was interested in Harwin and it worried her that she had never noticed. She was aware there were several lords who had already spoken to her father about betrothing Alysanne to their sons, but her father had refused all of them. He refused to betroth his daughter until she was older. She could not wait to see what her father’s reaction would be once he found out his daughter was interested in a man much older than she was. 

Rhaenyra was almost finished with Alysanne’s braids when the doors to her chambers opened and Aelyx and Maekar walked in. Both boys frowned when they saw what she was doing. They looked at each other before looking back at her. 

“You promised you would go dragon riding with us today,” Aelyx said with an annoyed look on his face. “Father said we could not go dragon riding on our own and our mother is busy with the babes.”

“I know I promised and as you can see I am ready.” Her brothers were always impatient, but she could not blame them for it since she was not a very patient person. “Alysanne came into my chambers and wanted me to braid her hair.”

“And this could not wait?” Maekar asked in annoyance. “We have been waiting for hours.”

“You have not been waiting for hours,” Alysanne said as she stared at both boys. “We broke our fast not long ago.”

“Yes, but after that, we waited for Rhaenyra and she was supposed to meet us in the courtyard.” Aelyx glared at Alysanne. “Now because of you, we have lost valuable time.”

“Well, she is my sister also.” Alysanne snapped. “I have as much right to spend time with her as you both do.”

“Stop fighting.” Rhaenyra narrowed her eyes at both boys as she finished the last braid and kissed the back of Alysanne’s head. “There you go my love, your hair looks very pretty.”

Alysanne jumped off her lap and ran towards Rhaenyra's mirror, looking at herself for a moment before running back to her and wrapping her arms around her waist.

“I love it.” Rhaenyra laughed at her sister’s enthusiasm. “Thank you.”

“You are welcome.” She kneeled until she was face to face with Alysanne and lowered her voice. “Now, I know you want to show off your pretty braids and beautiful gown, but you need to be careful.”

Alysanne nodded before kissing her cheek and turning to leave. She stuck out her tongue at Aelyx and Maekar as she walked past them. Both boys narrowed their eyes at their younger sister before turning back to Rhaenyra.

“Can we leave now?” Aelyx was exasperated. “Or do you have someone else’s hair to braid?”

“Do not be an ass.” Rhaenyra crossed her arms over her chest. “Alysanne is our sister, I will help her if she asks.” 

Rhaenyra slapped the back of both boys' heads before walking out of her chambers. She did not make it far before both boys were walking beside her. They would not be able to fly for too long, the feast celebrating Daemon’s return and their betrothal was later that night. 

                                                                              Rhaenyra Targaryen (16 years old.)

                                               Aelyx  Targaryen (12 years old.)

                                                                                   Maekar Targaryen (12 years old.)

                                                                                Alysanne Targaryen (7 years old.)

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“You are ready princess.”

Rhaenyra’s maid said with a smile before taking a step back. Her mother and father had wanted her Targaryen heritage to be even more prominent tonight. Rhaenyra had a special gown made for the feast. It was red and embroidered in gold thread, even Rhaenyra had been struck when the seamstress had shown her the finished gown. She had chosen not to wear any jewelry except for her tiara, she did not want anything taking attention away from the dress. Everyone was already in the great hall and she did not want to be even more late. 

Rhaenyra thanked her maid before walking out of the chambers, her kingsguard falling in step behind her. Out of all her siblings only Aelyx and Maekar would be attending the feast, the other children were still too young. Alysanne had complained to her for an hour, wanting to be able to go and dance with Ser Harwin. Rhaenyra had laughed and promised her that she would be able to attend feasts soon and many lords would be fighting for the honor to dance with her. Alysanne had not been too convinced but had relented in the end. 

She was announced as soon as she stepped through the doors, making every single person in the room stand. She made sure to hold her head high as she made her way to the high table where her mother and father were waiting for her. Her uncle and brothers were also sitting next to her parents. She stopped at the foot of the table and courtesied, before climbing the steps and moving around the table. Both her mother and father kissed her before Baelon accompanied her to her seat, which was next to Daemon. Her father gestured for everyone to sit down as he smiled at the people present. 

“My lords and ladies, it is my and the queen’s pleasure to welcome you all to Kings Landing.” Everyone raised their cups. “As you are all aware the Triarchy decided to attack our merchant ships a few years ago, forcing my son Prince Daemon and Lord Corlys Velaryon to head a campaign against them. Tonight we celebrate Prince Daemon, Corlys Velaryon, and every brave soldier who fought and defeated the Triarchy.” Everyone clapped and cheered. Rhaenyra noticed how happy and proud Corlys looked, which amused her, he was always happy when he was celebrated. Once the people were quiet her father raised his voice again. “I would also like to congratulate my son Prince Daemon and my daughter Princess Rhaenyra on their betrothal. Since Princess Rhaenyra has come of age, their wedding will be taking place in three moons time.” Everyone clapped once more and her father raised his cup. “I invite you all to celebrate with us. So feast and let the dancing begin.”

There was clapping once more as the music started to play. Rhaenyra took a sip of her wine and smiled when her uncle moved his head closer to hers. 

“Are you happy about the wedding?”

“Of course.” She had been waiting for this day for a long time. “We have known we would be getting wed for years.”

“Yes, but that is not what I asked.” Daemon took the cup from her hands and stood up. “Dance with me.”

Rhaenyra took the hand he was offering her and stood up, following him to the middle of the room. Other couples joined them as the music started playing once more.

“Are you having doubts about marrying me?” Rhaenyra asked and was relieved when her uncle gave her a confused look. “Is that why you asked me if I was happy about the wedding?”

“No, I just wanted to make sure you were not feeling forced.” 

“Of course not.” She was happy that he cared about her feelings. 

They danced for a few more minutes before Aelyx asked her to dance. Daemon gave her an amused smile before releasing her to their brother and ruffling the boy’s hair, who glared at him. Then it was a lord from the Riverlands. Rhaenyra spent the next thirty minutes dancing until she found herself face to face with Harwing Strong. The man bowed before asking her to dance. Rhaenyra gave him a smile before taking his hand and started dancing with him. They were silent for a few moments. 

“Congratulations on your upcoming wedding.” Rhaenyra could understand why her sister liked the man. He was very handsome and sweet, if she had not been so in love with her uncle since before she could remember, she would have been able to fall for this man. “I wish you all the happiness.”

“Thank you, Ser Harwin.” Rhaenyra nodded her head. “What about you? Is your father insisting on you marrying? I am sure he wishes you would give him grandchildren.”

“He does, but he is not pushing too hard right now.” Harwin shrugged. “He says I still have time and is content to wait for a while longer.”

Rhaenyra gave him a smile and let out a breath. 

“Would you mind if we stepped outside for a few minutes? My feet hurt.” There was also something else and she did not want people around for that. “I also wish to speak to you about something.”

Harwin gave her a confused look but nodded and led her towards the exit that led to the balconies overlooking the gardens. They walked far enough until the music was very faint and she stopped, before turning to look at the large knight. 

“I wish to speak to you about Alysanne?” 

“Your sister?” Harwin frowned.

“Yes,” Rhaenyra twisted one of her rings. “I am aware you have been spending some time with her.”

“I would not say I have been spending time with her.” He rubbed his chin. “I have encountered her around the castle. She seems to be close to wherever I am and always asks me to accompany her. Have I done something wrong?”

“No, of course not.” Rhaenyra shook her head, not wanting him to think she was angry with him, but she had to protect her little sister. “She seems to have feelings for you and cares a great deal about what you think of her.” Rhaenyra bit her lip. “I am aware that she is a child and her feelings might change, but I do not want her heart to be broken.”

“I am sorry, I did not know.” She could tell he was telling the truth. “I can explain to her that she is too young.”

“No, please don’t” She placed her hand on his forearm. “I do not want her to know I told you, she would be mortified. I also do not want you to hurt her and if you tell her you will hurt her, even if you do not mean to.”

“I understand.” He covered her hand with his and gave her a smile. “Do not worry princess, I will behave honorably towards the little princess and make sure she is not hurt.”

“Thank you.” 

She appreciated that he was willing to entertain a small girl to not hurt her. She could tell that Harwin Strong was an excellent man and he was honorable. 

“What are you both doing?” Rhaenyra jumped back, snatching her hand away and looking at Daemon. He did not look happy and for a moment she almost felt guilty, which was strange because she had not been doing anything wrong. Daemon glared at the knight, making the man swallow nervously. “Ser Harwin, I am sure people are missing you at the feast.”

The man nodded before bowing and leaving quickly. Daemon turned his glare toward her and moved closer, making her take an involuntary step back. 

“What do you think you are doing?”

“I am not doing anything.” Rhaenyra frowned. “We were just talking.”

“Yes, and touching.” He took her hand and yanked her towards him, making their bodies clash. Rhaenyra gasped when he pressed her even closer, backing her until her back hit the wall. “I do not enjoy the way Harwin Strong looks at you and I do not like the way you seem to be so at ease with him.”

“What is wrong with Ser Harwin?” She felt her breath catch as he ran a finger over her collarbone. “We are friends.” 

“You are friends?” Daemon narrowed his gaze as his finger moved lower. “Since when?”

“We have gotten to know each other in the past few years.” 

“How well do you know him?” The tone of his voice made it seem like he believed there was something between her and Harwin, which was ridiculous. 

“I do not like what you are implying.” She snapped while narrowing her eyes. 

“And I do not like finding my betrothed alone with another man.” He answered while glaring at her. 

“I do not have to listen to listen to this.”

Rhaenyra attempted to move again, but Daemon just pressed her harder against the wall. One of his hands was wrapped around her waist, like a steel band keeping her prisoner against his body. 

“I think I might have been too lenient with you, little dragon.” His other hand cupped her face as he ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “I was giving you time, since you were a child, but maybe I should remind you that you belong to me.”

Her heart jumped at the way he declared ownership of her. Part of her felt like she should be offended, but any thought was wiped from her head. 

Daemon’s lips were on hers, stealing her breath from her lungs and heating her body in just a matter of seconds. His kiss was passionate and desperate like he needed her to survive. Her belly fluttered as his hand's grip on her face became possessive and almost harsh, making her unable to move away, not that she wanted to. Rhaenyra moaned against his mouth when he slid his tongue against hers. Daemon’s lips wrapped around her tongue, sucking it into his mouth. Rhaenyra wrapped her hands around his neck and rubbed her thighs together, her core on fire. She was lightheaded as he kept kissing her like he could not get enough, like would never be able to get enough of her. 

Then just as soon as it had started the kiss was over as he pulled away. Rhaenyra felt like she was in a daze, her breathing hard as she attempted to get her senses back under control. Daemon was breathing just as hard as she was and he was looking at her like he wanted to pounce and rip off her clothes. She was a bit confused as to why he had pulled away when she heard voices getting closer. Daemon ran his fingers through his hair before giving her a lustful look. 

“This is not over, little dragon.” 

His voice was harsh, making her shiver. She would need to get herself under control before she was able to return to the feast. She was sure her mother and father would not be happy if she returned to the feast looking like she had been ravished. 

                                                                            Rhaenyra Targaryen (Betrothal Feast.)

                                                                             Daemon  Targaryen (32 years old.)

                                                     Baelon Targaryen (56 years old.)

                                                     Aemma Arryn (31 years old.)

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Chapter 44

1 month later.

Daemon was not happy about Rhaenrya and Harwin’s friendship, the man wanted his betrothed and Daemon did not like it. They were close to the wedding, it was less than a moon away and he had been showering her with gifts. He had gifted her expensive jewelry, had filled her chambers with flowers and gifted her expensive silk and lace from across the narrow sea. Every day he had given her a gift and had accompanied her on walks around the gardens and had gone dragon riding with her. He had attempted not to spend too much time alone with her after their father had caught them kissing in one of the weapons rooms. Baelon had not been happy that Daemon had been close to ravishing his niece in a dusty weapons room. His father had made it clear that while they were allowed to kiss since they were betrothed, Daemon was not allowed to take Rhaenyra’s maidenhead until after the wedding. 

Since then every time Daemon and Rhaenyra were walking alone one of his brothers or sisters would magically appear and insist on accompanying them. Daemon’s glare did not deter the little pests in the least. 

He was close to the throne room when he saw Rhaenyra talking to Harwin. The man was laughing at something Rhaenyra was saying and the smile on Rhaenyra’s face did not make Daemon feel any better. She pushed a curl behind her ear and shook her head before looking to the side. Their eyes met and Rhaenyra tensed, she said something to Harwin who nodded before Rhaenyra walked towards him. Daemon did not say anything as he glared at the younger man until he walked away. Once his niece stood before him he had to resist the urge to crush her to him and kiss her until they were both breathless.

“I was under the impression we had understood each other, little dragon.” Rhaenyra gave him a questioning look as Daemon took a lock of her silver hair and twirled it around his fingers. “And then I see you talking and laughing with Harwin Strong.”

“Daemon, I have done nothing wrong.” She gave him an annoyed look. “Harwin is a friend and I will not stop speaking to him just because you say so.” 

His eyes narrowed at her disobedience, apparently, all the gifts he had been giving her and all the attention had made his little niece believe she could do what she wanted. He took her hand, guiding her towards one of the less visited halls, he opened the first door he saw and pushed her inside, before closing and bolting the door. 

“I think you might have the wrong impression about me, little niece.” He moved closer to her and she must have seen the predatory look on his face because she took a few steps back, until her back hit the wall. Daemon did enjoy the chase. “I have always treated you well because of my love for you, as my niece and now my betrothed. I have been patient and loving, but it seems you might have mistaken that for weakness.”

“I have not.” She swallowed as he moved closer and flattened her palms against the wall. “I just do not see how it is so awful for me to spend time with Ser Harwin, he is a friend and had been nothing but courteous to me.”

“He wants to fuck you.” Daemon did not blame the man, his niece was the most beautiful woman in the seven kingdoms. “He is not thinking about friendship when he looks at you.”

“That is not true.”

“Yes, it is.” Daemon placed a hand on the wall next to her head. He ran one of his fingers down her neck, playing with the large gold and blue necklace, before moving down. The blue gown encased her beautiful breasts deliciously. Daemon did not miss the way her breath quickened as he touched her, he adored how responsive she was. “He wishes he could touch you the same way I am touching you now.”

Rhaenyra did not say anything, her beautiful purple eyes had darkened until they were almost black. Daemon could not wait a second longer, his fingers tightening on her hair and he brought their mouths together. He kissed her angrily, annoyed that she had dismissed him when he told her he did not want to see her near Harwin Strong. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, fucking her mouth like he wanted to fuck her pretty cunt. He could not wait to wed her, to be able to have her whenever he wished. He nipped her lips before moving down her neck, biting and sucking on her skin. His hands went to the back of her gown, loosening the ties until it fell to her waist, leaving her breasts naked to his eyes. 

His mouth latched onto one of her nipples, sucking hard and making her cry out. Her hands went to his hair, holding him to her chest.

“Daemon, we will be in trouble.” He did not care if the gods themselves were to appear right now. He raised her skirts, his hands sneaking under them. “Father said we were not allowed to do this until after the wedding. He will be upset if he finds out.” 

“Father said I could not take your maidenhead until after the wedding.” He had listened very closely. His hands snuck between her legs and he smiled when he found her wet. “And I am not going to, but I need to punish you somehow. I cannot have you thinking that disobeying me is acceptable.” 

Rhaenyra’s eyes flashed, the anger reflected in them making him even harder. He pushed a finger inside her, slowly, making sure he would not hurt her. Her whimpers drove him a little wild as her hands moved to his shoulder attempting to hold on to him. He hissed at how tight and hot she felt, molten liquid covering his fingers. He felt the barrier that proclaimed her a maiden and stopped, not wanting to harm it by accident. 

“You are mine Rhaenyra.” He took her other nipple between his teeth, nibbling on it softly as he twisted his finger inside of her. “I will be your husband and the only man allowed to possess your perfect little body.” He pulled out his finger before thrusting back in, making her raise to the tip of her toes as she cried out. “When we are wed, we are going to go to my chambers where I will fuck you for days. I will make sure you tight cunt will remember the shape of my cock by the time I am done with you.” She whimpered. “Do you want that little niece?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He licked her neck before sucking her lower lip into his mouth. Daemon added another finger, kissing her mouth softly as he started thrusting in and out of her. “But for me to do that, I will need you to be a good girl and do as I say.”

He gave her a particularly hard thrust when he saw she was about to protest, making her cry out instead. He did not give her any reprieve, manipulating her body until she was melting into his hands. Their kisses became sloppy as Rhaenyra’s arousal increased, Daemon felt her juices running down his hand as he drove her higher and higher. He could feel her walls fluttering around his fingers and knew she was close to her release. He smiled against her mouth as he stopped moving, making her cry out and look at him in annoyance.

“Tell me you will do as I ask.” Her look was confused, she was fighting her arousal. “Tell me you will stay away from Harwin Strong.”

“What?” She attempted to move her hips, but he held firm, not allowing her any relief. 

“Tell me you will do as I ask Rhaenyra.” 

“You cannot do this.” Her words ended in a loud moan when he twisted his fingers.

“I will leave you like this.” He licked her lips. “Unless you tell me you will stay away from Harwin.”

He could tell she wanted to protest and tell him to go to hell, which made him give her another shallow thrust.

“Yes.” Her voice was aroused and annoyed at the same time. “I will stay away from Harwin.”

Daemon gave her a smile as his fingers started to move again, harder and faster this time. It only took a few seconds before she was coming all over his fingers. Watching her face as she found her release was a thing of beauty and he almost came in his trousers like a child. 

He waited a minute before stepping away from her and watched as she fixed her gown before she turned to look at him. She walked towards him with a smile that promised retribution. 

“That was not very nice uncle.” She took the hand he had used to pleasure her and shook her head. “Using my body against me was a dirty trick, but you should be careful.” She took the two fingers he had fucked her with into her mouth, sucking her juices off of them. Daemon’s cock throbbed and he was sure he would explode at any moment. She pulled his fingers from her mouth and let his hand go. “Two can play that game.”

Her look was sultry as she turned and walked away, leaving him panting and harder than he had ever been in his life. How in all the hells had she turned things around on him? After a few seconds Daemon smiled, it seemed his little niece would be a handful and he could not wait. 

                                                                             Daemon Targaryen (32 years old.)

                                                                                  Rhaenyra Targaryen (16 years old.)

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Chapter 45

2 weeks later.

Something was bothering her husband, he had been distracted for a few days. Aemma knew it had nothing to do with the kingdom because thank the gods there had not been any issues since the war at the Stepstones. The wedding for Daemon and Rhaenyra was all ready and the lords and ladies had started to arrive for the celebrations which would be taking place in a sennight. 

Baelon had returned from his meeting with some of the small council members, they were making sure everything was ready for the wedding. Since he had come into their chambers, he had taken a bath and then sat down on the settee and had barely spoken a word since. Aemma could not help but look at him, enjoying the fact that he was not wearing a tunic. His muscular torso was bared to her. While her husband was over fifty, he looked better than most men half his age. He had never stopped training, even after becoming king, which meant that his body was still hard and muscular. Lust coursed through her body as she looked at him, but she had other things to worry about now, like finding out what was bothering him. 

“My love.” She approached him and enjoyed the smile he gave her. “What is the matter?”

“I am worried about Alysanne.” Aemma frowned as she sat beside him. “She has been distracted lately, her lessons are not going too well and her guards say she keeps disappearing.”

“Oh,” Rhaenyra had told her about Alysanne and Aemma was happy that this was the issue and not something more serious. “There is nothing wrong with our daughter.” Aemma smiled at Baelon. “She believes herself to be in love and wants to spend time with him.”

“In love?” Baelon frowned, not looking too pleased at the news. “In love with whom? She is too young to be in love.”

“It is just a childhood fancy.” Aemma let out a laugh. “She believes herself in love with Harwin Strong.” 

“WHAT?” Aemma flinched as her husband yelled and stood up, not because she was afraid of him, she knew he would never hurt her, but because she realized she might have gotten the poor knight in trouble. “Harwin Strong is a grown man, he is even older than Rhaenyra and Alysanne is a child.”

“Calm down, Baelon.” Aemma stood up and attempted to defuse the situation. “He does not return her feelings, he sees her as a child. It is not his fault that she put her eyes on him, he has done nothing but be cordial and pleasant to her.”

“I do not care.” Her husband glared. “I will speak to him and make sure he knows that I will kill him if puts a hand on her.” 

“No, wait.” Aemma ran around Baelon and placed herself between him and the door. “You need to calm down and get some sleep before you end up attacking the poor man for something that is not his doing.”

“I do not care.” Baelon took a few steps forward and Aemma grabbed his forearm. She knew she would not shake off her touch so as to not hurt her. “Aemma, I just want to speak with him.”

“Stay here.” She ran her hands over his naked chest, giving him a small smile. He let out a sigh as she raised herself on the tip of her toes and kissed his lips. “Stay with me.”

She kissed his lips again, smiling against his mouth when she felt his cock harden. His hand cupped her waist as he pressed their bodies closer together. He took over the kiss, his lips devouring hers.

“You are a minx pretty girl.” He walked her backward, his hands going to the front of her nightgown and working on the ties. In a few seconds, the nightgown was at her feet. “You are so beautiful.” 

That was one of the things she loved most about her husband, he looked at her like she was a goddess. His hands moved to her breasts, cupping them in his hands and twisting her nipples until she whimpered against his mouth. The sharp tugs made her core grow wetter and she rubbed her thighs together. His mouth moved down her neck and even lower, until he was lapping at her nipples. His eyes moved up to meet hers as he dragged his teeth over her sensitive peak, making her moan.

“Baelon.” She did not care how needy and breathless her voice sounded. “Please, I need you.”

“You do?” She nodded her head frantically as he picked her up and moved them until she was lying in the middle of the bed, with him on top of her. “What do you need?”

One of the things Aemma had learned about her husband was that he enjoyed it when she said dirty words. It had taken him a few moons after her marriage until he finally made her say it. Her face had been so red that she was sure she would faint. As the years passed and they got more comfortable with each other Aemma’s embarrassment had left her. She knew Baelon would never hurt her or humiliate her for anything they did in private.

“I need you to fuck me.” He moaned at her words and when she nipped his bottom lip. “I want your big cock fucking me deep. Please, kepus.”

He growled, the sound more animalistic than anything as he aligned his body with hers. Their eyes locked, not looking away from each other as he gave a deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside of her. The stretch of his cock was delicious, their mouths a breath apart as they panted. He kept his body low, making every thrust of his body hit that little button between her legs that drove her pleasure higher. 

“Yes!” Her nails dug into the skin of his ass. “Please, kepus, I need it.” 

His hips pounded her into the bed, any trace of gentleness completely gone as he fucked her in an almost animalistic way and she loved every second of it. Before she knew it her body was hanging over a cliff, shaking as her husband took her to new heights. A scream tore past her lips as her body shook and spasmed around Baelon. Her channel milked him until he growled and clenched his teeth, warmth filling her as he released inside her. 

Her breathing was erratic as her legs continued to shake. Baelon was breathing just as hard as he lay beside her, pulling her sweaty body against his. 

“Are you well?” It amused her that he always asked her that after he took her hard. As if her screams of pleasure were not enough to reassure him that she was perfectly well. 

“I am amazing.” She answered with a smile before kissing her lips.

Aemma laid her head against his chest, enjoying the intimacy of being with him like this. She did not believe she would ever have this, but she had been a very fortunate woman and could not be happier. 

                                                                                     Aemma Arryn (31 years old.)

                                                                          Baelon Targaryen (56 years old.)

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“Papa.” Alysanne ran to Baelon and wrapped her arms around his waist. “I did not know you would be coming to visit me.”

“I wanted to see you.” He kissed the top of her head. “You have been busy these past few days, disappearing for hours at a time and not listening to your teacher.”

“I get bored.” She let out a sigh. “I have just been walking around the castle and the gardens.”

“With Ser Harwin?” Alysanne froze and looked at him with wide eyes. Baelon did not want to scare his daughter or make her think that she could not speak with him, but that did not mean he would allow this to continue. “Why have you been spending so much time with Ser Harwin?”

“There is no special reason.” Even if Baelon had not been aware of what was happening he would known something was up. Alysanne always looked at her feet when she lied. 

“I do not like when you lie to me.” She twisted her hands on her gown and Baelon let out a tired sigh before kneeling in front of his daughter. “I know that Ser Harwin is a good man and he is an excellent knight, but he is too old for you.”

“Why does that matter?” His daughter gave him a frown. “You are older than mama and Daemon is older than Rhaenyra, yet you are allowing them to wed.”

“Well... That is a bit different.” He hated that she made sense. “Your mother was already a woman grown, with a child and Rhaenyra is also of age to be wed. You, however, are still too young to think about these things.”

“I am not asking to wed him tomorrow.” Her look was exasperated and she looked so much like Aemma in that moment that Baelon almost smiled. “I do not understand why I cannot like him.”

“Because I do not want to see you hurt.” Alysanne gave him a questioning look. “Ser Harwin is already a grown man, he will be lord of his house one day and he will need a wife and children. What happens when his father finds a bride for him and he weds?”

“What?” Alysanne eyes filled with tears and Baelon hated to hurt her. “Why can he not wait for me? Daemon waited for Rhaenyra and he will be king one day.”

“My love, that is not up to me.”

“But you are the king.” She looked at him with pleading eyes, the same color as Rhaenyra’s. “You could talk to Lord Strong and tell him I will wed Harwin when I am older.”

“But you could change your mind.” It was hard to explain things to her when she was too young to understand. The only reason Baelon had betrothed Daemon to Rhaenyra while she was still a child was because he knew they were soul mates. “What happens if in a few more years you meet someone else and fall in love with them? If there were a contract in place you would have to honor it and wed Ser Harwin, even if you loved another.” 

“I will never love another.” In that moment he believed her. It was like looking at a young Rhaenyra. His daughters had always been strong-minded and Baelon knew he would not get anywhere if he took this route. “Let us make a deal.”

“Okay.” She said with a suspicious look.

“I will not stop you from going on the occasional walk with Ser Harwin.” His daughter's face brightened. Baelon would talk to Harwin Strong and make sure the man was aware that he would tear him apart if he touched his daughter. “But in return, you will promise that you will spend more time with children your own age.”

Alysanne did not look too happy but agreed with a nod of her head. Baelon kissed her forehead and gave her a hug before standing up and leaving. There was a man he had to instill fear in. 

                                                              Baelon  Targaryen 

                                                                         Alysanne Targaryen (7 years old.)

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Chapter 46

1 week later.

Rhaenyra looked at herself in the mirror and straightened her gown. She had chosen a modest white gown with gold accents. It was made out of myrish lace and gold thread. Seamstress had worked on it for moons. It was a contrast to what she had in store for Daemon for their wedding night. She was going to make him pay for how he had used her body to manipulate her into saying what he wanted to hear. For now, all she was worried about was her wedding. She was nervous, she had no idea why she was so nervous but her hands would not stop shaking. She had waited for this for so many years and now the moment had arrived. In a few hours, she would be Daemon’s wife and she could not wait.

“Wow.” Rhaenyra turned to look at her father who was looking at her like he could not believe she was the one standing there. “I have never seen a more beautiful bride.”

“So, I look fine?” She had been second-guessing her choice since her maids had helped her dress. “It is not too much?”

“No, it is not too much.” He approached her and took her hands in his. “I cannot believe you are already a woman grown. I swear it was just yesterday when you were running around attempting to sneak Syrax into the castle and hitting people with sticks for being mean to Daemon.” 

Rhaenyra laughed, she had been told those stories several times by her parents and even her uncle sometimes. Apparently, she had been a very rambunctious child, who refused to take no for an answer. Rhaenyra remembered some things clearly and some were a bit more muddled, but the one thing she did remember was the way her father had always loved her. 

“I want to thank you.” Her father gave her a questioning look and she gave him a teary smile. “You have always been the best father to me and never treated me differently from your other children. I am thankful for everything you have done for me.”

“You are my daughter, Rhaenyra and you are not any different than any of my other children.” His eyes filled with tears as he hugged her to his chest. “I could not be prouder of the woman you have become. I love you.”

“I love you too, papa.” She wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him hard. 

Rhaenyra had a few memories of her real father. She knew he had loved her as best he could, but her father had not been a strong man. He had made a lot of mistakes and had put her life in danger. Rhaenyra had missed her father when he first left and once she had learned how to write she had sent him a few letters, but he never answered her. Rhaenyra had been sad in the beginning, but her father Baelon had more than made up for her father’s absence. As she grew the image of Viserys had faded more and more, until he was just a distant memory. Then she had been told he had died, drowned while drunk and all Rhaenyra could think was that it had been a pathetic death for a man who was a Targaryen prince. 

Today was her wedding and Rhaenyra would not change a thing, she could not be happier that her father, the man who had raised her for most of her life, was there with her. They had decided that she would wed in the sept and then would have a Valyrian ceremony with only their family present. 

Her father pulled away and touched one of her braids, giving her a large smile.

“Are you ready?”

“I have never been more ready for anything.” 

Rhaenyra answered with a smile of her own as she took her father’s arm. She could not wait to start her life with her uncle as her husband.  

                                                         Rhaenyra Targaryen (16 years old.)

                                                   Baelon Targaryen (56 years old.)

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The ceremony had been beautiful, both of them. Rhaenyra had loved the Valyrian ceremony, it had been almost magical. She had felt a sense of peace as they said their vows. Then they had a wonderful feast, she had never enjoyed a feast more. Daemon had danced with her, not liking when other men asked her to dance. Rhaenyra still danced with a few of them, enjoying Daemon’s annoyed look. She had also danced with her father and brothers. As it had gotten late Rhaenyra noticed Daemon’s heated looks. Her father and husband had banned the bedding, threatening to behead any man who put a hand on her. 

Rhaenyra had waited until Daemon had been distracted before going to her chambers. She sent one of the guards to get her husband while she changed and undid her braids. She put on her white and gold sheer robe, which she had made especially for her wedding night. She wanted Daemon to think her beautiful and want her. It did not take long for Daemon to walk into their chambers, he closed the door and turned around, coming to a stop as his eyes widened. 

Rhaenyra bit her lip as she twirled a curl around her finger. The way he was looking at her let her know that he wanted her very much. 

“I believe tonight is the night we are supposed to consummate our marriage.” She moved closer to him, untying his tunic until his strong chest was bared to her eyes. “I think I should please my husband, do you not think so?” 

“Hmm?” His eyes just kept eating her, like he could not believe she was standing there. 

Rhaenyra took his hand and guided him to the bed. She untied his trousers, pushing them down and licking her lips when she saw his cock. He was extremely hard and thick and looked delicious. She kneeled in front of him and watched as he swallowed, staring at her with wide eyes. Once she had taken off his boots and removed the rest of his clothes she stood up. 

“Get on the bed.” 

She was surprised when he did as she asked and laid back on the bed. She gave him a seductive smile as she untied her robe and let it fall at her feet, her body completely bared to his eyes. Rhaenyra had wanted to be ready for her wedding and she had asked a few of the maids what to expect. One of her maids had snuck a pleasure worker into the palace who had explained to Rhaenyra in great detail what she could do to please her husband. The woman had explained to her some things men enjoyed and that would give her power over them. She just hoped that she did not do it wrong.

She climbed on the bed and crawled up to him until her face was leveled with his cock. His large cock bobbed in the air as she gripped it at the base, stroking him all the way from root to tip. She pressed her lips against his cock before her tongue peeked out and moaned at his taste.

“Suck me.” Daemon’s voice sounded strangled. 

Rhaenyra smiled as she continued to lick his cock slowly, her hand tightening around the base of his cock. He moaned loudly as his hand moved towards her head. She gripped his hand, stopping him before he could touch her. 

“No touching.” She ran her tongue around the tip of his cock. “You see, I was thinking that what you did before when you attempted to stop me from talking to Harwin was not very nice. Now it is my turn to do as I like. I will play with you until I am satisfied and you will not touch me until I say so.”

He groaned and he opened his mouth to protest, but before he could say anything she took his cock into her mouth, not stopping until he hit the back of her throat. Rhaenyra attempted to remember what the woman had said as she sucked his cock. Daemon’s moans became louder as Rhaenyra continued to suck and lick him. One of her hands moved to his balls, fondling them as she doubled her efforts and sucked him harder. 

“Fuck Rhaenyra.” His cock pulsed inside her mouth. “Please, let me touch you.”

“Why should I?” She ran her tongue over the large vein that ran on the underside of his cock. “You tried to manipulate me and tell me who I was and was not allowed to speak to. I do not think you deserve to touch me.”

This was affecting her also, she could feel wetness dampening her thighs. She was dying for him to fuck her, but she was not going to allow him to control her. 

“Rhaenyra!” His voice was a growl.

“I am so wet.” She moaned around his cock. “I want you to fuck me so bad.”

“Then let me fuck you.” He pleaded.

“Yes.” She sucked him even harder, making his hips come off the bed. “But first, I need to make sure you understand that I will speak to whoever I please and I can be friends with whoever I want.” She moaned around him, making him groan. “Do you agree?”

She sucked him again, stroking him with her hand also. It only took a few seconds before Daemon was pleading. 

“Fuck yes,” His eyes were so dark she could not see any of the purple. “Whatever you want, just let me touch you, please.”

Rhaenyra let go of his cock and gave him a smile. 

“Then touch me.”

He seemed to explode out of the bed, grabbing her hips and turning them over until she was pressed against the bed, with his body covering hers. Daemon moved his hand between her legs, moaning when he found her wet and ready. 

Daemon interlocked their fingers and pressed her hands above her head, his body flattening over hers. His cock was pressed against the lips of her cunt. 

“You are so beautiful.” His hips thrust up, the tip of his cock entering her, and both their eyes rolled to the back of her heads. “And you feel so fucking good.”

Rhaenyra wrapped her legs around his waist, enjoying the way his large cock stretched her. Rhaenyra’s mouth gaped as he pushed deeper, pausing for a moment before slamming forward. The pain stole her breath for a few seconds, making her legs tighten around his waist. Daemon paused for a moment, before starting a rhythm, pulling out of her slowly before thrusting back in. 

“Harder.” Rhaenyra panted as she attempted to move her hips against his. “Fuck me harder.”

Daemon picked up speed, his cock pounding into her, making pleasure build inside her until all she could do was cry out against his mouth. 

“You take my cock so well, little niece.” Rhaenyra whimpered at the sound of his voice. “I want to fill you with my seed until is dripping down your thighs.”

Rhaenyra moaned in ecstasy, the walls of her cunt clenching around his cock. Daemon’s hand cupped the back of her head, his mouth taking hers in a lustful kiss. Daemon’s hips thrust harder as Rhaenyra’s body tightened. Daemon bit her lip and the pressure inside her burst and she was coming hard. Her cunt squeezing Daemon’s cock and wetness gushing from between her legs. Rhaenyra screamed as she came, Daemon’s body tensed and he thrust inside her as deep as he could go. His release filled her, making her body spasm around him. 

Rhaenyra ran her hands over his shoulders. She could not help but smile at how good everything had felt. It was nothing like what the septas had said, but then those women had never fucked anyone. She wanted to do it again. 

                                                                             Rhaenyra Targaryen (Wedding Night.)

                                                                                Daemon  Targaryen (32 years old.)

Chapter Text

Chapter 47

Arrax looked down and smiled, things had worked out even better than he had expected. He could not believe Daemon and Rhaenyra had been able to change so much in such a short period of time. They had saved Baelon, had made it possible for him to become king and his mother had been right, he was an even better king than his father had been. Daemon and Rhaenyra had also been able to stop Viserys from becoming king. He had been worried that they would not understand the reason why they had been sent so far back in time. Arrax knew that if Viserys became king he would be the death of the Targaryen dynasty and that could not be allowed. 

“Your plan worked.”  Gaelithox stepped beside him and looked down.  “I can honestly say I had doubts about the plan, but it worked extremely well. Now this world will not be destroyed.”

“It worked out even better than I thought it would.”  Arrax shook his head.  “But it was not my idea, Tessarion was the one who thought of it.”

“Now, we can rest assured that this world will not be destroyed.” 

They had been saved, since this world would not be destroyed it meant that they would not be destroyed either. Their powers would not be drained and they would be able to restore the other worlds and change those futures too. 

Arrax smiled, there was a lot they needed to do.

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Many years later.

Harwin had not been in Kings Landings for the past seven years. There had been some issues in The Riverlands, which the king asked him to handle. After everything had been handled there had been some issues at Harrenhal. His father had been busy in the small council and Harwin had stayed to solve some of the issues there also. A lot of the problems had been due to his stepmother who was still angry about Larys’s death. She blamed Harwin for his brother’s death. After that, his father asked him to stay and help look for suitable husbands for his sisters. That had taken years, his sisters were not the easiest to deal with, and Harwin also wanted them to be happy with their marriages. 

Now he was back in Kings Landing, which is where he wanted to be, being part of the Gold Cloaks once more. He took pride in his position defending the city and enjoyed being close to his father. He was also good friends with Prince Daemon, now that the man did not glare at him every time he saw him. The man was not jealous of Harwin’s relationship with his wife any longer, especially since Daemon and princess Rhaenyra had four children together. There had never been anything between Rhaenyra and Harwin, he did not deny that she was a beautiful woman, but Harwin had always known that she was in love with Daemon. The princess had never looked at another man and Harwin had not been interested in getting his heart broken, or his head cut off. 

He was walking past the gardens when something caught his eye. He looked to the side and sucked in a breath when he noticed the beautiful woman wearing a dark pink gown. She was sitting on a bench, reading a rather large book. He could see part of her face, and she had beautiful delicate features. He had never seen someone more beautiful. He was so taken with her that he did not see the column and slammed into it, hard.

“Fuck!” He brought his hand to his head. Thank the gods he had been wearing armor and most of the blow had been to his chest.

“Are you well?” The voice was soft and syrupy, it reminded him of warm honey. He lifted his head to see the beautiful woman he had been admiring. She was staring at him with a concerned look on her face and her eyes widened when she got a good look at his face. “Ser Harwin?”

“Ah... Yes, princess.” He was sure she was one of King Baelon and Queen Aemma’s children, but he was too taken by her beautiful purple eyes to attempt to figure out which one. “I apologize, I did not mean to bother you.”

“You did not, I just wanted to make sure you were not hurt.” She must have noticed the way he was looking at her because a beautiful flush covered her face and spread down her neck and chest. She pushed a curl behind her ear and bit her lip. He had to stop himself from groaning. Her lips were pink and full and he could not help but think about the things he could teach her to do with those lips. “You do not remember me, do you?”

“Hmm…” He hated admitting that he did not, but did not want to lie to her. “I am sorry, princess. I have been away from Kings Landing for a while and I do not recognize you.”

“Alysanne.” Harwin’s eyes widened.

“Princess Alysanne?” She nodded and gave him a smile. “Wow, I did not recognize you. You have grown so much.”

He remembered when she was a small child and would chase after him. She would ask him to take her for walks and she told him several times that she would wed him one day. Harwin had been very fond of the small princess, she had always been sweet, but he had never taken her seriously, she had only been a child. There was also the fact that King Baelon had threatened to dismember him alive if he so much as looked at his daughter the wrong way. 

There was nothing of the small girl who had chased after him, and the woman in front of him was breathtaking. He was tempted to forget about what everyone else had said about him staying away from her. He was sure being burnt alive and being eaten by a dragon would be worth it if he was able to kiss her at least once. 

“It was a pleasure you see you again, Ser Harwin.” Her smile was as sweet as he remembered. 

Harwin watched as she walked away. He was in so much trouble. 

                                                                                   Harwin Strong (29 years old.)

                                                                                    Alysanne Targaryen (16 years old.)