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91AC
" Father, Brother, Warrior, Stranger, hear now their vows" The septon announces

Prince Viserys at the edge of his ten and five years takes a deep breath, glances at the witnesses of his vows, King Jaehaerys who's knees could not hold him upright throughout the ceremony is seated and observe them with a benevolent eye, then he turns to Daella, her breath's shaking, though as frightened as her, he can only think of when she arrived in her wedding gown, on her dragon's back, he holds her hands, finding the courage to say the words
" I am yours and you are mine, with this kiss, i pledge my love." His voice rings with his betrothed ,he makes two steps forwards, she does the same, and they share a quick kiss

" And take you for my lord and husband" She says

" And take you for my lady and wife" he follows

" In the presence of Gods and Men, i proclame Viserys of house Targaryen and Daella of house Stark ,one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever"

Her uncle Benjen walks to her and gently removes the cloak of house stark off her shoulders, her Father Jacob stark would have been the one doing so if he hadn't passed shortly after her mother, then Viserys places a cloak of house Targaryen

Quickly a wave of chattering and singing replaces the calm of the matrimonial ceremony, the wedding is smaller than usual ones, but still beautiful considering the rush of the preparations, the prince was quite hurried to marry her, which was surprising to most, since he never expressed any romantic feelings towards his third cousin

Viserys and Daella open with a dance then everyone joins happily, soon the newly princess sits down and Viserys is left dancing with their cousin Aemma Arryn, he glances at her and she gives him an approving look before to look down at her plate but after one bite, her throat tightens up, a cold sweat runs down her forehead, she stands up dizzily, Jaehaerys frowns and asks " Are you alright princess?"  She nods several times, then runs out of the room, a very loud silence installs itself as Viserys and Aemma follow her into her chambers

" Daella ?" He calls while she puked, when they finally reach her, Aemma grabs her hair and helps her "Viserys call the master "

" That..." she starts shouting with a breathy voice "will not be needed, i am fine " she continues calmer, wiping her mouth but just as soon she vomites until there is nothing left to throw up, she sits on the floor leaning her head against the bed gazing into the air, they look at each other and Aemma leaves, Viserys joins her, his lilac eyes  meet her grey irises and they share a sad smile, he puts his arm around her shoulder and says
"All's shall be alright" Daella nods wiping her tears and rests her head on his shoulder

Aemma arrives to the throne room, approaches the king and whispers something to him,making him get up which makes everyone subconsciously quite speaking and listen " I have been informed that this long preparations and ceremony has made our bride sick, her husband is by her side, they ask you all to continue celebrating their union, and they shall join us later " and they eventually do, and while Viserys is dancing keeping an eye on her, she stays still, smiling and discussing with her guests when Daemon walks up to her and says, " Princess, would you do me the honor to dance with me ?"

" Don't you think it would be seen as inappropriate to dance with my husband's brother at our wedding? " She says making the ten year old smirk

" Well, he doesn't hesitate to dance with Aemma" She pressed her lips together and nods

" Very well then, i shall dance with you, Good Brother " She gracefully takes his hands and follows him to the middle of the room, as she dances with him, her frame of mind gets better and finally she could enjoy her own wedding

Yet the festivities do not last long and they would find themselves in their chambers, Daella's handmaiden releases her long silver hair from the braids and jewelry and starts brushing it softly, "It's enough, you can leave" She says, the maid nods and does as asked, the princess lays down next to her husband rubbing her stomach  " When do you think we should announce it ?"

" A week would be enough, don't you think ?" she shakes her head

" Too early, maybe a month ,but we will have to stay a lot in this room" He nods

" Will we have to make noises too ?" He asks

" Probably" she answers making them both chuckle, but quickly enough her tone changes, she takes a deep breath and says," there is something we have to talk about"

" What is it ?" He asks frowning, his mind racing waiting for her to speak

She stands up, and sits before the fire place, she approaches her hand to it and the wood ignites, she turns to him, and he joins her" the babe will inherit my powers, and will be powerful, i saw it, and..." She struggles to continue, he takes her hand, calming her heartbeat, " like my mother, and her mother, i...will die" she stutters, Viserys had an understanding of what they call, Visenya's line, the dark magic, and the curse of it, except for Visenya herself, no mother ever survived to childbirth, he notices her chewing her lower lip and scratching her hands, he holds one and stay silent, while she watches the flames, "what...What do you see ?" Viserys asks

" i see... Green dragons, and black ones, they fly towards each other, but as they crash together, there is an explosion of rubies," she says with a dead voice, her eyes lost in the fire

" and what is that supposed to mean?" She come out of her trance and smiles " i wish i could tell you " she shrugs resting her head on his shoulder

The months elapse so quickly, if it wasn't for the pains and sicknesses, Daella wouldn't have felt them pass, she took the habit of watching the dragons fly while walking in the garden since the grand measter strictly refused her dragonriding entering her seventh month, despite thinking it's completely ridiculous, she agreed to minimize any risk, she tries to get up on her own but the weight of her stomach and the back pains make it harder than ever, Vhagar lands down with her father in law, the spring prince Baelon on her back, he runs towards her and helps her get up, " you shouldn't go out alone, where are your ladies-in-waiting ?" He asks

" I sent them away," she answers, immediately recieving a dark stare, " they keep coddling me like a sick old lady!" She justifies walking holding his arm, " How are you feeling lately ?" He asks

She smiles, " i am...quite happy, despite not being able to fly" she sighs, " i am to give birth to a marvelous little princess, i could not be happier," she says, The prince's face lightens up with a smile, " i saw it in the flames," she adds

" Wonderful!" He exclaims, " i always wanted a girl, Alyssa on the other hand, wanted to have an army of boys," he laughs, but his wife's wishes were not to be " i remember when You were born, Viselya was very scared, her own mother gave birth alone, uncle Viserys was already dead, and the tale of Baelys's horrendous and lonely childbirth had left her anxious, so Jacob stayed by her side all along, and died in his arms holding you," he stops and faces her, her thoughts had drifted her away, and was only brought back by his laugh," you know, you are the first Targaryen Stark child, and there were bets made on you" She frowns, side-eyeing him, " we wanted to prove that Targaryen features would win over Starks, and we did, because you are the spitting image of your mother" she chuckles, blushing lightly, as they meet Viserys

" Father," he salutes, hugging him then says " my lady" he smiles kissing the back of her hand

" Husband" she responds

" Are you ready ?" He asks

" I was ready Months ago" she grins, taking his arm, waving at Baelon as they walked away

At the dragon pit, the dragon keepers lay the eggs before them, three eggs from Meleys's clutch , she had laid five, but Rhaenys had already chosen two of them that mesmerizing to offer her future children, while Viserys studies a yellow one that he seems to like, Daella's gaze is fixed on a dark red scaled egg,like mesmerizing rubies reflecting on her eyes, she takes it and feels it's overwhelming warmth, she approaches it to her stomach and caresses it softly, Viserys sees her and looks at the egg he prefered then puts it down with smile saying " Vestragon raqagon ziry vēttan zȳhon iderennon( seem like she made her choice )"

" I did not expect it to be so fast" Viserys jests, while Daella holds the egg in her arms, she smirks looking up at him

" We all expect things to last longer than they do" she answers walking away

In the corridors of the red keep, she meets the king, whom she chats with on his way to the throne room, " from which clutch is this beautiful egg ?" He wonders as he hold it examining it, " Firestorm and Meleys's, your grace"

" That explains the beauty, i hear one of them is white ?"

" Silver-gray," she corrects" another is of a gorgeous cobalt, but this one seems to have caught my heart" she answers," and hopefully my child will ride her dragon all around Westeros " she adds her with a bright smile

" Speaking of which, Have you chosen a name yet?" He questions, She nods running her stomach " i've thought of Saerys" the old King smiles

" An exquisite name for an exquisite child" he answers

Since that day, the egg would never leave Daella's sight, she would even have it in her arms every night, holding it against her belly as she slept, until the two and tenth day of the two and tenth moon came, the day is remembered as the coldest day of the year, and the birth of Princess Saerys Targaryen

The door opens on an army of midwives rushing into the room where they find Daella trying to open the balcony door " Princess, you should lay down" the nurse advises approaching her,she finds the targaryen-stark already in sweat, she slaps her hand away, and finally opens the door, she smiles feeling revived with the fresh air cooling her off, then a contraction comes and she falls to her knees as she pushes and screams in horrendous pain, " Princess!" they call taking her arms " please let us help you!"

" Don't touch me!" she shrieks, she screams again like the cries of a tortured dragon, " Call Viserys " She orders, tears and sweat and other body liquids flowing down her body, she leans against the wall helping herself stand up and enter the balcony, finally she can see the outside of those four suffocating walls, but not for long before she has to push again, she sits on the floor, leaning her head on the parapet and she pushes again and again, until the pain becomes unbearable, she feels that the babe is coming, so with all the forces she doesn't have, she pushes, she tears her wet bloody dress and spreads her legs as much as she can, laying back her head and sees royal blue and silver scales, and violet wings flying towards he, Firestorm lands of the roof, his head arriving to the balcony, she meets his birght yellow eyes, no one will ever know what ran into her mind at that very moment but she gets up and takes a small sheet, Firestorm comes down and she presses her forehead against his head then climbs on his back holding his horns while the nurses call her frightened, but the blue beast is already flying away

She lays on his back, hands on the saddles, one more long push that tears apart her body and she hears it, her cries, "like a little dragon trying to get it's first fire", she cuts the cordon with a spike of her dragon and wraps her around the little sheet and slowly wipes her face and her big violet eyes open and shine through the dark red of her skin, and she cries along

from the gardens, Daemon, whom has left the tourney in honor of the babe's birth after being refused to participate, sees her, his eyes widen as he drops his sword, he knew, even at only ten years of age, that a woman in labor riding a dragon was wrong

soon Rhaenys flies up calling her, she smiles sadly as Firestorm flies closer to Meleys and with her last breath comes her last words " Take care of her" she says handing her the newborn princess, before to finally rest on her dragon, dying like the dragonrider she's always been

The mourning period passed with the heartbreak of two families, the birth of the princess left a bittersweet taste in the smallfolk's mouth, the happiness of a new princess, yet mourning the late beloved Daella

On the Funeral day, Viserys watches her dead body laying in front of them, by his side, the royal family, then were the starks ,then Valaryons and Celtigars, in his arms the little princess in a small black dress refusing to quite crying, "Do you want me to take her?" A maid asks

"No," he answers quickly" it's her mothers' funeral " she nods and leaves, nothing seems to console Saerys, the rest of the presents had the grace of staying silent, or weep quietly, just like Daemon, who's eyes were red, and throat sore from keeping it in, making the princess's sobs like salt on their wounds

the moment comes for the cremation and suddenly she quietens, Viserys looks at her and finds her eyes nailed on Firestorm while the dragon keepers bring him closer, her father exhales to her so early fascination as she starts gurgling at him and raising her arm towards him, and like an order, Firestorm breathes fire and burns Daella's body, startling the surrounding crowd while she fixes her eyes on the flames....

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Despite her mother's death, Saerys was not motherless, in addition to her wet nurse and nannies, Aemma, Queen alyssane and princess Rhaenys were more than caring, The princess had even took the habit of taking her on Meleys's back, even to hunt, and by dint of hearing her use of High Valyrian commands, her first word would end up being " Dracarys" That she would shout of her soft childish voice at any moment, especially at audiences which had the effect of frightening the servants and court members and brightening her great grandsire's face, and enforcing her surname " Princess Saerys Dragonborn" given after her birth on Firestorm

The very next year, Prince Aemon dies in Tarth, that day, the princess had cried histerically since she woke up, even before the announcement, she would only calm down when his dragon, Caraxes, came back, she sneaked to the dragonpit and spent the night sleeping next to the blood wyrm, who snuggled his head to her tiny body, when Prince Baelon was named heir, Princess Rhaenys and her husband Corlys Velaryon, left the Capital, which limited her time with her cousin's daughter, but would come often just to visit her, honoring her late cousin's last wishes

As a toddler, she had split her time into following her great grandsire, or Daemon everywhere, running away from her maids, she would play with him with swords and explore the secrets of the red keep, and stay in the dragonpit, she would be found almost everyday by Balerion the dread's side, often sleeping on his back, covered by one of his wings, even though claimed by her father, the old dragon seemed to have a special affection towards the little girl, Inheriting the nickname " Se zōbries tala ( the black's daughter)" by the dragon keepers, but the princess was not only loved by her family and dragons, but also all throughout the seven kingdoms, from the Wnterfell to even Dorne, the princess's adorable charm, with her Silky soft shiny silver hair, Big bright Violet eyes, button nose and huge smile would make anyone love her, it is said that the smallfolk would melt harder to her laughter than to dragon fire, her grandsire would surname her " the realm's adoration" the only thing missing for the princess was her egg which didn't hatch

until one well remembered day, Princess Saerys wakes up at dawn, but doesn't cry nor calls for her Nanny, she quietly gets up and leaves from a secret passage, already knowing at only four years old the red keep better than anyone else, she sneaks discreetly and eventually arrives to the dragonpit still in her sleeping robes, she skillfully avoids the keepers and searches for her egg, yet doesn't find it, Her eyes widen as she looks around her, she starts scratching her hands as worry rises for the missing of her egg, that's when she notices a shadow hugging the walls she would not pay attention if a glimpse of sunshine didn't show something that seemed like rubies, or her egg's scales, she rushes to follow it until she finds herself in the king's woods, the sun finally rose and she could now see the the mysterious shadow is nothing but a man  in a black cloak

In the red keeps, King Jaehaerys sits at the head of the small council, " Good Morrow, your grace" greets his hand, Septon Barth sitting at his right, and at his left his lady wife and Queen Alyssane with whom he only recently reconciled after their quarel over the succession and next to her, prince Baelon, who attends as his heir, before the king could respond to his friend, a hubbub of chatters and whines is heard from the corridors, The old king shares a worried look with his wife then orders," Guard, open the doors." They do as commended, revealing a mob of servants going around nervously " What is the meaning of this agitation?" A governess comes in and stands shakingly, " Speak !" Orders the Queen

" It's... Princess Saerys, your grace, she...and her egg, they're no where to be found "moments later, every dragonrider, even the king and queen, take to the skies searching for her

While in the king's wood, the theif joins two other men, in a little camp they must have installed earlier, he unveils her egg, making his companions cheer, concidering their future wealth, her face becomes red, so much rage rising in such small body, they start packing while she tries to reach what belongs to her, but even with all the discretion of the world, she couldn't go unnoticed," What do we have here?" Says one of the men, his voice strident and unpleasant, lifting her up and putting a blade to her throat, his hands firm and rude, hurting her stomach, she could barely breath," look at her, she's a Targaryen !" one of them point out, sticking his disgusting finger up her face, they all had dark looks and dirty faces, like dust and ashes, they must have tried to enter the pit more than once, " you'll make us even more money, the masters of Yunkai would pay a lot for someone like you" adds the other one, she keeps on fidgeting herself, yet trying to avoid the dagger," Stop fucking moving!" They order, but she doesn't listen and eventually frees herself from his hold and falls to the ground, she tries to crawl away, but he still has her egg, and she can not leave it, as she turns her head she meets his gaze, his face grimacing of anger, she starts breathing heavily, her mind racing a mile a second, feeling a growing ach in her stomach, she looks everywhere for rescue and as a last resort starts hitting them with rock, but no much results except increasing their anger, " imma teach you a lesson, little bitch" he spits, and start opening his pants, her eyes are widen in fear, not knowing what they will do to her, then she shuts them, trying to make this moment pass as she feels, large cold hands grabbing her soft ankles, dragging her, she plants her hands into the earth so hard her nails bled, crying silently, no sound could come out of her, that's when she feels a reassuring warmth wrapping itself around her, and as she opens her eyes, she finds herself inside of a scalding fire, but no dragon around, more than that, the blaze didn't seem to expend, nor to harm her, she watches the thieves fall in agony then run to her egg,

From the sky, Prince Viserys, allerted by the flames, lands in the woods and only finds his daughter sitting in the ashes, " Saerys!" He calls running towards her, she stands up, and as he gets close, he notices a baby dragon, barely smaller than her, sitting on her shoulder, resting it's head peacefully on hers, a huge cheeky smile stretches itself on her lips, the prince puts a hand on his chest, calming his heart as he sighs of relief

The dragon looked like she was made of gemstones, she had ruby like scales, her crest and the membranes of her wings had the precise color of citrine, but her horns that surrounded her head looking like a crown and the spikes that surround her neck were like blood stained dragonglass and her belly's scales and claws looked like almandine garnet, then she would meet her amethysts eyes and when she flew, she would shine of her many colors

Coming back to the castle, the princess runs introducing her dragon to anyone who would seem to care, starting by Daemon, then left for the dragonpit, saying she had to introduce her to the dragons as well, she would Again, be found sleeping on the dread's back, cuddled up with the baby dragon, when she was escorted back, she refused to leave her compagnon, taking her back with her to her apartments

the very next day, the king commends to arrange a dinner on the occasion of the princess's egg's hatching, Saerys is seated next to the King, lightening the room with her joyful and chaotic energy, by the guest,  Rhaenys and Corlys brought with their daughter Leana and new born Laenor, with whom Saerys is already close friends

"Has the princess found a name yet?" Rhaenys asks, Viserys turns to her and asks her again, she nodds several times, impatient to tell

" I named her Aeryz," she shouts, followed by the cheers of her family

" Where did you find such pretty name Princess ?"  The king asks with a rised eyebrow

" Balerion gave it to me," she gins" Ziry vestretan ziry istan zȳhon rūs zaldrīzes brōzi ( he said that it was his baby dragon name)!" She adds still smiling to the ears, the princess's fluent high Valyrian is no surprise to anyone, spending most of her time with dragonkeepers, she had mastered high Valyrian before the common tongue, but what gives them a frightened look, but her supposedly talk with the dragon, but she can not be lying, because Vhagar's last clutch, had one female dragon, that Queen Visenya had named Aeryz, the dragon only lived a day and a half, and the black dread was remembered unconsolable, which was not a common dragon behavior

" A beautiful name for a beautiful dragon" the king says, relieving the guests from the heavy installed silence and happily continuing the festivities

As the years pass, Saerys and Aeryz grow inseparable, resting and hunting together, the princess had emphatically refused to let her dragon stay in the dragonpit, somehow seeing it as a cursed place, and would use any occasion to free the dragons away from it, and as she waited for her to be big enough to be ridden, they would spend the rest of their time hearing stories until she learns to write and read, then reading them herself, and sometimes reading to her sires, and her beloved stepmother, Aemma, often keeping her company especially through her pregnacies And through her miscarriages and stillbirths, even though she was only a child, she had an understanding of things that happened around her, she would confort her, sometimes distract her from her sorrow with silly jokes and grimaces or just hold her hand in the silence, in moments when no one, even Viserys could not be useful to appease her pain, until finally she would give birth to her little sister Rhaenyra Targaryen, Saerys was the first to hold her, and would watch the babe sleep for hours with the company of Aeryz, who was surprisingly calm and delicate around the newborn, mostly as an extension of Saerys who acted like the baby was a fragile little creature that needed protection, she would often come with food when she had the feeling that Aemma or Rhaenyra would be hungry, or come cover the babe when she'd feel cold thinking she might feel the same, and would eventually surname her "Nyra"

And soon Aeryz was big enough to be ridden and Saerys did not waste anytime, she'd travel all through westeros, Frequently visiting her family in the north, and Dragonstone, she would also stay in High garden, where she was always welcomed like family, she would even accompany Aemma to the Eyrie, and Daemon in his visits of Essos, and by the age of nine, she had explored the majority of her family's kingdom, and was even loved by the Martells, disobeying her king's orders of not traveling to Dorne, which considerably helped the relationships  between the Rhoynars and the Targaryens

In 101 AC, in the King's wood, Prince Baelon takes his family on a hunting trip, Princess Saerys and Prince Daemon as usual are training with swords while the rest are preparing for the hunt, and despite the several times forbidding the princess from it, she would still train everyday with her uncle, and spend a lot of time at the Castle's forge, having a curious fascination for sword making, and especially the legendary dark sister

Viserys and his Father stand watching her as she combats fiercely the older Daemon, at Ten years old, the girl's grown beautifully, her hair now arriving to her waist, braiding it herself into a twisted crown braid, in the memory of her great grandmother, who loved that hairdressing on the Dragonborn, the princess's eyes stayed just as bright and big as they always been, the only thing that changed is her height, growing a bit taller than girls of her age, but she says liking it, betting that soon she'd reach Daemon's height and will.beat him at duels

" Saerys reminds me a lot of your mother, brave, strong, quick and spirited, she is growing to be a wonderful woman" The spring prince says proudly, Viserys agrees with a nods, Baelon grimaces as he puts his hand on his side, " are you feeling unwell ?" He asks

" No, i am alright, just a little ach" he says putting a hand oh his son's shoulder

" I won!" She laughs while Deamon walks away picking up his fallen sword, a smirk on his face letting the crowd assume he let his niece win, a little girl runs towards her, wrapping her arms around her legs, Saerys lifts up her little sister Rhaenyra, as they celebrate her victory, against the so-called the greatest fighter of his generation

When the hunt begins, Daemon challenges her to bring a bigger animal than him, again teasing each other into a competition, that she proudly accepts, but before to climb on her, now huge, dragon, she runs to her Father and Aemma asking " Can i take Rhaenyra?" Her eyes shining of excitement to hunt with her sister, making it impossible for them to refuse

" Yes, but be careful" her stepmother sighs, The princesse jumps up and down as she nods before to take her sister and help her get on Aeryz, and to make sure she would be safe, ties her to the saddle with a Belt, then they fly away, as they look up, they are blinded by Aeryz's scales shining like gemstones under the sunshine

Saerys ans Rhaenyra land close to a river," here, we may find a thirsty boar or even a deer " She says untying the youngest who gives her a hesitant look, " don't be scared Nyra, we have Aeryz, nothing can happen to us" she adds helping her down, she takes a A bow and a quiver that she puts on her back, then walks towards the forest holding Rhaenyra's hand, they spend what feels like hours searching the surroundings but nothing, that's when the princess realizes that her dragon must scare away other beasts, she sighs going back on her feet to the river, when she hears branches cracking and the young princess hiding behind her, she turns around and sees a familiar figure, a white hart she's used to meet while hunting
she smiles and puts away the bow, " Calm down, Nyra, this is a friend" she says walking closer to it, the majestic beast bows to her and so does she, giving her the permission to approach, and start patting its head then approaches Rhaenyra's hand to it's head " it's so soft" she says, " it indeed is" she nods but quickly her minds go back to the hunt, and suddenly the hart runs away, the girls run after it, but instead of finding it, they find a gorgeous deer standing upright, she signes to the youngest to be quiet, then places an arrow and stretch the bow, she stands still for a few seconds, finding the perfect moment, Saerys had learned many hunting skills from the now Hand of the king and her best friend and uncle Daemon and with an impressive precision, hits the deer in it's one deadly spot, killing it instantly, to the cheers of the Realm's delight and adoration

Later they finally go back to their camp on Aeryz's back, dragging the dead deer, Rhaenyra's smile is wide as mile, while Saerys tries not to seem too proud, giving a high chin and a blank face, yet can't help but smirk as she sees Daemon bringing back a boar, " There are my marvelous girls " Baelon says, clapping to his granddaughters, they free Aeryz from the deer's weight and let her fly away, " We brought this deer in your honor, Poppy" the princess anounces, deeply moving the prince, despite assuming that she was helped by her dragon - even though the deer clearly had no marks of bites nor burns- the court was still very impressed by the princess's abilities,and  after rubbing her victory in Daemon's face, she spends the rest of the trip at her grandsire's side, a memory she will soon have to cherish as her last, because only five days later, the jollity turns into gloom, grieving the man they were celebrating, killed of a burst belly, the day of the funeral was even darker than her mother's, Prince Baelon was heir to the iron throne and recently hand of the king, but it was not to be, and now, the old king had outlived his own wife and seven of his nine children that reached adulthood, Saerys, even more shattered than at the death of the black dread ,stands by their sides the whole time, taking her father's and uncle's hands, holding her tears for their sake, That is when Vermithor, the king's bronze Fury is brought for the cremation, this is maybe Saerys's third funeral she attends, without counting her mother's and great uncle's, that she could both not recall, and has by now understood the difference between their funerals and the rest of westeros, to her great confusion at Septon Bath's, when the conciliator's dragon is brought closer, he seems not able to say the words, lost in his thoughts and grief, and the crowd seems to be waiting, the princess looks around then shouts hesitantly "Dracarys!" Vermithor looks up, despite not being his rider and to everyone's surprised he answers to her command and burns the spring prince

Prince Baelon's death left the hearts of the realm broken, the brave prince joined his brother and sister-wife, leaving the seats of the hand and heir empty, his ashes were not cold yet, when the King chose a new hand, to the displeasure of Se zōbries tala, it was a certain Ser Otto Hightower, the second son of Oldtown, a pious man that everyone saw fit for the job, but Saerys could not stand his face, nor his daughters, Alicent Hightower, so pretty, so lovely, so helpfull, but the Targaryen princess would not have it, but she could not care less of this new family, when a conflict had exploded within her own...