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Lucerys felt an overwhelming heat that lulled him to sleep. A honey-like sensation settled in his bones. There was no fear nor anger, just bliss. It was as if he were drifting on top of a cloud. There was no pain nor aches. 

“Should we wake him up?” 

“Let him rest, this may be the last time he has a peaceful slumber “

He paid them no mind, he was too tired. It could wait, he’s had enough. He dreamt of his family, his muña softly cradling his face, his kepa ruffling his hair and the laughter of his brothers. Lucerys slept with a content smile on his face. 

He was slow to wake, cradling close to what he thought must be a furnace yet when the sleep began to leave him and his eyes began to flutter open it was no furnace but scales of harsh vermilion. His mind going to Caraxes. 

“Wrong dragon, little one” a voice filled with amusement spoke. 

“He is awake”  another voice chimed in. 

Lucerys is slow to sit up. His eyes begin to widen as he takes in his surroundings. Large cavernous walls filled with glowing red amber. There’s movement all around him. A spike of fear slides down his spine. 

”We will not harm you” A dragon loomed over him. Hot steam blowing on his face.

”He is small” 

“He did take out that one’s eye”

“And he was even smaller then” 

Dragons began to emerge, circling him and making the ground tremor. 

“Quiet, you’re scaring him”

Lucerys gaze quickly flickered over them, firmly keeping his hands across his chest  “I’m not scared” 

“We can smell you” the vermilion dragon loomed closer. 

“Oh” 

“Stop scaring the little one” a golden dragon who shimmered like the sun laid itself adjacent to him “We’ve watched what’s to come”

“There is a purpose on why you are here” 

“Stop being so cryptic” A pale white dragon slithered beside him, striking blue eyes looking at him “You were a brave little one. We watched you go against Vhagar. She’s a bit senile don’t you think?” 

A snarl rang out. 

“I’m only kidding” the white dragon seemed to smile, all sharp teeth. 

“Silence” an exhale and he spoke calmly “Prince Lucerys. You only witnessed the beginning of the end of House Targaryen and dragons” 

“Dragons?”

A sad shrill echoed “Our children will die. Later the last descendent from your mother will give birth to three mighty dragons but only one will survive, roaming on its own” 

“We cannot allow this. The stupidity of King Viserys began the downfall of House Targaryen. You will be the vessel of change, to right the wrongs” 

“All of you are…” his grandsire had spoken openly about his love for old Valyria especially, the fourteen gods, these must be them. He couldn’t stop himself from looking at each of them with a sense of reverence. They had brought him and only him to them. 

“You must prevent the others from prevailing” the white dragon nudged his side “the ones you call greens” 

Lucerys felt a familiar anger bubble. A vibrant green dragon blew steam over his face, eyes seeming to narrow “Are you doubting us?”

“Calm yourself” Lucerys looked between them. Time seemed to stretch until the one that had been angry snarled in frustration.

Lucerys asked “Why me? Why not my mother” 

“You weren’t the only one considered but certain humans must be born. Your death brought on the war now your rebirth must save it”

“Will I be able to save everyone?”

A pause and then an answer that made him anxious “Some” 

“It is up to you, the fate of your house falls upon your shoulders” 

Lucerys felt a bundle of nerves sprout from his belly “no pressure” he cleared his throat. 

“Do not worry, little one. We will be watching, you are not alone” 

The white dragon curled around him “I will give you a gift, to ease the suffering you had to endure” she pressed her snout against his temple. 

“Luke!”

In one instance he had been falling asleep and the next he was being startled awake. His vision blurred as his eyes tried to focus on what was in front of him. His heartbeat thudded loudly in his chest. 

“Luke, wake up!” 

Lucerys recognized that voice, he lurched himself up from the bed so quickly, tumbling with the blankets pooled at his feet. His ears began to ring and a shiver went down his spine. He licked his lips trying to ground himself “Jace” he wanted to reach for his brother but feared that he’d disappear.  

“Are you okay?” The worry in his brother's face made his heart stammer. Here was here, he was alive, the gods had done it. His hands went cold. Tiny dots began to appear in his vision. He must be dying some sick twist of fate, there was no way he had been blessed to fix things, he was going to die. It felt as if someone had sat on his chest. His heart was going to explode.

“Mother!” The worry in his brother's voice soothed an ache inside him. Frantic hands maneuvered him to sit. Everything felt muffled around him, only the loud thudding of his heart making noise. His skin felt too tight on his body.  

"Breathe” a hand against his back.

Tears came to life, she was here. His brother and mother were alive and here. ”Muña” Lucerys sobbed until his throat ached.

His family was alive.   

A cold cloth was placed over Lucerys forehead. Rhaenyra ran a soothing hand up and down her son’s arm. She had never seen him so emotional, her little boy had always been smiling and laughing, the complete opposite from her firstborn. Who now refused to leave his brother's side. She had always yearned for a sibling, when Alicent fell pregnant a part of her had been happy. With time they had been pushed apart and after a while she stopped trying. Rhaenyra had her own marriage and child to look after. There was a chasm between her and her siblings that she had tried her hardest to avoid creating in her own sons.     

“How is he?” She asked the maester. Her son had cried to the point of exhaustion.

“He is running a fever. He needs to rest now, princess” 

“Mother, can I stay with him?” Jacaerys laid beside his brother, holding his hand. He looked at her with so much conviction she could not refuse him. She pressed a kiss on each of their foreheads. Harwin was standing just outside the door, her sons would be safe. 

His consciousness came in waves. He first noticed the weight against his body, how hot he felt and then the noises, the Red Keep very rarely was quiet. He savored this moment. He knew he had many things to do, impossible things for a boy who was supposed to be 7 and not one and four but it had been so long since his brother had held him, things could wait just for a moment. 

When he opened his eyes he was met with a familiar sight, his old bedroom. He had already cried so much and yet he felt his eyes water. 

“Luke?” 

Lucerys wrapped his arms around his brothers waist, holding him tightly “you’re here” 

Jacaerys laughed “Where else would I be?” He wrapped his arms around him. 

He couldn’t stop the tears from falling. 

After the tears had dried, feeling elated at his brother's hand in his hair did he finally really look at him. His eyes could not stop from roaming over his features, where stark brown hair had always taken root now laid silver. Even one eyebrow had whisks of silver. For fourteen years he had looked into his brother's eyes, always seeing himself reflected back but now he saw lilac eyes. 

I will give you a gift

He couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled out of him. Hugging his brother even tighter “I love you, Jace”

Lucerys stared at himself in the mirror just like his brother, he no longer had brown hair but silver. Streaks of it in his eyebrow and even a few eyelashes. One thing that was different from his brother were his eyes, one lilac and one brown. He touched his reflection in the mirror, this was really him. No longer would there be whispers following them. Laenor wouldn’t just be seen as their father in name but now in blood as well. They would find other things to deny their claim but it did not matter. He would make sure of that. 

Bathed and finally allowed to leave his room, he knew where he had to go first. He pushed the door open and he faltered in his step when he saw Harwin Strong outside his door.

“Prince Lucerys” 

He looked at the man who had died a vicious death, who had tried his best to protect them. Always standing a few steps back, always having to swallow the anger at hearing the words thrown at them. Sons only claimed in his heart. Alys had been kind to him, when the fear of being near her wore off. She showed him fragments of his father, of the love he felt for them. 

Lucerys looked around, being the second son had certain advantages. There weren’t many eyes staring at him, especially at such a young age. He looked up at the man, he truly looked like a mountain. Unbreakable and yet he still fell. He was small but he still hugged him as best as he could. 

Harwin Strong froze for a few moments until he felt his hand caress his curls “I’m very happy that you’re okay, my Prince” 

“I missed you, Ser Strong” He tilted his head up and smiled as big as he could. He’d protect his father this time.  

Harwin Strong walked a few steps behind him. He had given no denial to where he was going. Not that it would have mattered, nothing would’ve stopped him from seeing his grand sire. News of his ailment must have already reached him, he would use this to his advantage. From what Jace told him, his mother was still heavily pregnant, Joffrey safe in her belly, alive. He was going to unmask the greens, show the world of their hypocrisy and cruelty. 

“Prince Lucerys requests to see the King”

He waited patiently, smiling at the knights. He had made sure to wave at everyone they passed. He was a child, a cute one. He’d make sure to win them all over. Fear is fickle, the greens had been abandoned and betrayed because of it. His mother as well. But for now he needed them.

The knights pushed the doors open, his grandsire had been at council. Smiling widely when he saw him “My grandson!” Lucerys ran towards him. The happiness he felt at seeing him was not for show, his grandsire had always loved their mother even defending her claim and his with his last breath. He did not know if his grandsire could be saved but he’d try. He hugged him and for a second he let himself believe that his grandfather could protect him. 

Lucerys felt eyes on him but he felt no malice. Lord Strong stood beside them. He wondered if he knew his son was their father, if he cared for that. If it had been Otto he would’ve had Laenor murdered. His grandsire had already lost four fingers but he was still healthier than the last time he saw him. Because of that he felt no qualms to climb and sit on his lap “grandfather, I’ve missed you.”

His grandfather smiled kindly “and I’ve missed you too, lad” 

“Have you been bored?” He asked, letting his voice carry his mock curiosity. 

Viserys chuckled “Quite, you’ve saved me from more council” he tapped his nose. 

Lucerys began to touch the gold threaded into his grandfather's robe, letting the silence stretch as his grandfather indulged him “I had a strange dream”

“What did you dream of my boy?” 

He had practiced how he was going to convince his grandsire of being a dreamer. Lucerys let his lower lip tremble, eyes tearing up as he thought of a distant past “Lady Laena she- she“

“It’s alright, my boy” he rubbed his back and smiled at him encouragingly.

Lucerys rubbed his eyes “She’s with child and something happened with her baby" his voice trembled "She didn’t want to be cut open, she knew she was dying and wanted to go by fire. Vhagar burned her. I don’t want her to die” 

“My boy” Viserys voice was filled with remorse and regret. 

“Queen Aemma died like that” he knew it was cruel but he also knew no one spoke of the late queen's death, especially his own mother. The king would know. His grandfather looked like grief had overtaken his heart in an instance. 

“Daemon would never” He said solemnly. The king knew his brother was many things but when he had heard of what he had done to his sweet Aemma, he had not be able to handle the disgust in his eyes. He would first gut himself being making that decision. 

Lucerys nodded along “He doesn’t make the choice. He refuses to but before he can tell her she sneaks away while he’s with their daughters. He sees her charred body” He felt hollow. His death had started the war but Lady Laena's death had marked their downfall. His father had abandoned them, Aemond had claimed Vhagar, his grandmother believed his mother and kepa capable of murder, Rhaena's loneliness it all went back to lady Laena's death. Rhaenys would die, he would die.   

“My King” there is no hiding Lord Strong worry nor his grandfather as they look at him. A boy only of 7 speaking of horrors he should never see or hear. A vacant far away stare. 

“Lucerys” Viserys prompted, covering his hands with his own. 

He seemed to snap out of his gaze, gripping his grandfather's tunic “Can we write to him?” 

The king nodded. While Lord Strong whispered to his grandfather, he decided to test his luck. Any day now his mother will give birth to Joffrey, back then his mother had shielded them from every cruel thing that had happened to her and yet even he had heard the whispers of what Alicent had done to her. He never understood why his mother cared for her. “Will mother be okay?” 

The king furrowed his eyebrows, resisting the urge to shake his grandson. An overwhelming sense of fear filled him of what could possibly be scaring him after describing such a gruesome death “what did you see?” 

“Mother trembling, summoned by the Queen and forced to walk after giving birth to Joffrey. A trail of blood followed behind her as she took the stairs to the queen's chambers. My father helped her walk. Criston Cole called mother…”

Lyonel Strong knelt beside the king “what did he call the princess?”  

Lucerys made a point to hesitate and play with his fingers “A spoiled cunt” 

The silence that fell over the room was broken by the thunderous roar of King Viserys. 

Daemon sat near candlelight with both letters laid in front of him. His brother had stopped writing to him, to suddenly send him a missive. It perplexed him, enough to simply want to burn them both. 

Breaking the seal his eyes roamed both letters, eyes narrowing.

Brother, 

I’ve missed you greatly. My grandson has reminded me of the importance of the unity of our family. We’ve been apart for too long, I would like to see you and your family soon. Lucerys writes to you, he had been overcome with a high fever and slept for more than a day. He kept crying in his sleep. I would feel more comfortable telling you personally about certain things he spoke of. Dreamers are in our family and I believe Lucerys may be one of them. Read his letter cautiously. 

“What do they say?” Laena walked to stand beside him, hand resting over her pregnant belly, another one resting over his shoulder.

“A letter from the king and Rhaenyra’s son” Laena saw the slight hints of worry splayed on his face, she tried to rip away the letters from him. 

“Laena” his tone gave one of warning, holding the letters away from them. 

“I must see what is causing you so much trouble. Rhaenyra has no news like this in her letter” 

Daemon reached for her hand, pressing a soft kiss against it “Laena”

She huffed in mock annoyance “I’ll leave you to it but I will be asking again later” 

He watched her walk away. Returning back to the letter he felt the familiar anxieties that came with seeing his wife pregnant. He had feared something had happened to Rhaenyra but seeing the boys letter, he did not believe in dreams but he would be a fool not to head to his words. 

Kepus, 

Please read what I have to say with an open mind. 

Your lady wife is in danger, I’ve dreamt of her. She will have a difficult labor and decide to die as a dragon rider. You must do everything to avoid this, please.  She needs to survive no matter what 

I know you know that our family is in danger. Otto Hightower may be away but he’s still present in the Red Keep. I fear for my mother, my grandsire and Lord Strong. Our family needs you back, please come back Kepus

Daemon watched his wife from the doorway, she had always pleaded for them to return home but he couldn’t bear to hear Viserys defend those vermin and push him away as if he hadn’t raised armies for him. It seemed not everyone was blind to Otto’s falsehood but it was quite curious that a mere boy of 7 could see it as well. 

Laena missed her mother and brother dearly. Even though he cared for his cousin he was well aware she wished to feed him to meleys for taking her daughter away, not that he could force Laena to do anything she did not want to do.

If what Rhaenyra's son said was true he would not sit idly. 

“my wife” he reached for her, cradling her cheek “let us go home”

She narrowed her eyes “Just like that?”

Daemon shrugged “you’ve missed your mother”

“You hate her”

“I don’t hate her, she hates me”

“Daemon” 

He remained quiet, she seemed to search his eyes frustration turning into reluctance “I will find out”

“I know you will” he pressed a kiss against her forehead. 

Lucerys had never seen his grandfather so enraged. He was sure he’d go himself and cut Criston Cole's head off if it hadn’t been for Lord Strong stopping him. He was sure his grandfather had been mere moments away from cutting his hand off when he stopped him. 

“Your grace, we must gather evidence. Allow me to make plans. I need only time”

Viserys' anger was palpable “he is from a minor house, who will care about his death” 

“What he speaks of, he must feel comfortable enough to share those ideals. I do not believe he works on his own volition.” 

“He calls us bastards” both men stared at the boy who had remained quiet after Viserys outburst “He’s mean to Jace and I, always favoring Aegon and Aemond. Instructing them to keep attacking us. The Queen says nothing” Lucerys kept his gaze on his lap. It had been somewhat of a lie, the Queen had never witnessed the words shared by her knight during training but he needed a wedge between his grandfather and her. 

Viserys took a deep breath, his brother's words would not leave him. He was foolish, his grandsons were being besmirched, his daughter belittled and he had not seen it. If it hadn’t been for his grandson how far would a mere dornish knight go for his ego. He knew his daughter and Alicent's friendship had been fragmented because of him but he had hoped for reconciliation. To know now that she had been cruel to her. All of this had happened in his own home. 

“Grandfather?” Viserys hugged his grandson tight. His small hands held onto him. He must do better, be better. “Thank you, Lucerys” 

Lyonel Strong knew. He could see in the way his son's eyes would soften around both princes. His son had always been kind to his sisters and brother. After catching his son leaving the princess rooms he almost dropped dead right there. When the princess fell pregnant and with the rumors surrounding her husband's proclivity he had begged the gods that the child would be born with the princess features. When he saw the silver hair he had finally been able to breathe. 

He was not naive, the princess needed an heir. He had thought that would be it and yet another son had been born and now a third. Each pregnancy shaved off another year of his life but he could not deny how happy his son was. 

Lyonel sighs heavily.

Ser Harrold raised an eyebrow “Being Hand already has you so troubled?” He had been in the hands chambers before but now he no longer felt a shiver go down his back but that was more likely because of Otto Hightower absence.  

“I see you take enjoyment in my pain. Where’s your knight?”

“He will be here”

Lyonel Strong rubbed his temple “Do you trust him implicitly?”

Ser Harrold nodded “I do” a knock rang out. “Proceed” Lyonel Strong felt a hint of anticipation, the doors to his chambers opened. 

“Lord Hand meet Ser Erryk” 

He could not look at his father. Lucerys knew Laenor had realized the distance he had placed between them but the man was set to abandon them either way. Even now he was out drinking. He missed his father and yet all he could see was resentment. Resentment for not coming back, for leaving in the first place, for letting princess Rhaenys believe his mother had something to do with his supposed death. 

Lucerys knew that they’d go looking for Joffs dragon egg soon. He had been able to avoid spending time with him by going to sleep early. His mother had already started to notice but each time she tried to talk to him he’d make an excuse and run out. 

“Prince Lucerys, the princess asks for your presence”  

He sighed, it seems like today would finally be the day. Lucerys walked towards his mothers chambers trying to simmer the irritation and anger. At times he wanted to ask his father why he left, he had always claimed them as his own. Sang to them, told them stories and yet when things turned difficult he left them. “Mother? You called for me”

Lucerys melted into his mothers touch. She cradled him close, as close as she could with her belly in the way. “My sweet boy, there’s a letter for you”

“From Kepus?”

Rhaenyra tilted her head “Since when have you been interested in writing to Daemon” 

Lucerys shrugged “Family should be together” 

His mother hummed, passing her fingers through his hair “And yet you’re avoiding your father”

He pressed his face towards her belly, his voice muffling as he spoke “no i'm not. Can I read my letter now?”

His mother sighed “of course” she watched as her youngest practically ran away from her. After he had been bedridden it seemed like he awoke completely changed. She had received word that the first thing he had done was gone to see her father. Rhaenyra had confided in Laenor her worry, he said that a boy went through changes but she knew her son, something was amiss. 

Lucerys made for his room. He sat on the bed and carefully unrolled the letter. His fingers tracing his kepa’s writing. 

Lucerys, 

I believe you. 

See you soon

Laughter bubbled out of him.

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His mother had graciously allowed time for him to be away from his studies but today was the day he’d finally have to surround himself with Aegon and Aemond. Lucerys had done his best at avoiding running into them around the Red Keep. His brother would tell him of whatever story Aegon had conjured up. For now, he was a drunk not a kinslayer and usurper. They were still supposedly friends. 

“Prince Lucerys we are relieved of you feeling well enough to attend your lessons” 

He smiled and took a seat by his brother, who looked relieved at his presence. Lucerys knew all of what was to be taught but he’d make sure to make a better impression on the maesters and those who lingered near them. His brother had always been studious but in his past life he had considered learning these things to be trivial but it was all about appearances.

They both had to be better than them. 

“Prince Lucerys, it seems your ailment has done you well” 

Lucerys laughed, squeezing his brother's hand before he could defend him “it seems so” he quickly dragged him away.

“Why didn’t you let me say anything?” Jacaerys looked over his shoulder in anger. 

“He doesn’t matter plus I wanted to leave quickly” Lucerys continued to guide him with no pushback from his brother. He had played nice with his uncles, making sure to laugh at Aegon’s jokes and talk to Aemond. It had felt like he had swallowed nails but he needed to be calm about things. Walking back up in the past and being ill forced him to think and not act. He had wanted to kill the both of them immediately but when he realized he was a child he had been furious but now he’s able to see it as an opportunity.  

“Why?” 

“To go see Aunt Helaena” 

Jacaerys swiftly changed directions “I ask again, why?”

“She must be lonely we never play with her and she’s always alone with the septa” 

His brother kept eying him until he shrugged and walked with more stride in his step “We should pick up a bug for her or something, maybe a book from the library. I’ve seen some” 

“I doubt her mother allows her to go there” Lucerys mumbled. 

Both boys finally found her in the gardens. The girl knelt on the grass as her lips continued to move “Aunt Helaena” Jacaerys waved as the girl turned to look at them “We’ve come to play with you” 

Helaena stared at them, her gaze staying on Lucerys until a small smile broke out on her face “Would you like to see what I found?” 

Lucerys kept quiet as his brother continued to chat with their aunt, he never minded the awkward silences or the random words she’d say he kept the conversation going, a talent his brother had. One that he later used during the war. If his brother's heart weren’t set on Baela and Cregan, he would’ve made his grandfather believe that a marriage between his aunt and brother would’ve brought prosperity to the realm. Baela’s loyalty could not be cast away.  

“I must go, I have another lesson” Jacaerys gave their aunt a flower earning a smile in return. He wiped his hands against his clothes. 

“Must be boring being the heir” Lucerys stuck his tongue out. 

Jacaerys rolled his eyes, giving them a final wave before he ran away. 

He did not know how to approach her alone, he knew his aunt had been able to see everything that had happened before. At this moment she might not even consider them to be real visions. She had changed after her son was killed almost as if she accepted that what she had seen was to be true and there was no way to change it. He wondered if her visions changed with his newfound presence or would she still end up leaping from her window no matter what he did. 

Lucerys sat beside her as she read the book they brought her. 

Abruptly Helaena shut the book, turning to stare at him “You are not you. You wear his face and name but you’ve seen things. Things that have yet to come.”

“Have your visions changed?”

Helaena tapped her fingers against the book, her gaze turning towards the sky “I could not tell you. I see what I know I’ve always seen but I do not know if they’re the same that you’ve seen” 

Lucerys frowned “I suppose that makes sense. Does your mother still want you to be betrothed to Aegon?”

She sighed, her voice tainted with annoyance “Yes” 

“Do you want to be?”

“I must”

“I didn’t ask that” 

Helaena hummed “you did not” silence settled between them. People fluttered around, the red Keep always alive with movement no matter the hour. Whispers between maidens. Questioning looks sent their way. Finally his aunt answered “no” 

He knew she had suffered greatly in their future. He had watched them after his death, they wore mournful expressions but neither reached for the other. He never understood why Alicent nor Otto hadn’t told her about his mothers proposal of her bending the knee, would she have even taken it? Aegon was her husband and brother, always standing before him “What if we stop your betrothal?”

Helaena tilted her head, her eyes never leaving his, to the point where he turned uncomfortable until she broke into a smile “How do we do that?”

“The wheels continue to turn no matter how much we try to change the current ” Helaena smiled sadly. 

He reached for her hand but stopped abruptly, resting two of his fingers against her wrist “Do not give up hope. If I must go into the water and break the wheel myself, I’ll do it” 

The moment she took breath her mind had been riddled with dreams, some ghoulish and others kind but death always followed. Always watching her, always near. At times she did not understand, leading with blind faith that what she saw were mere dreams, nothing more but she knew deep down. 

Her fate had been written.  

She’d always see her nephews from afar, the shadow of what was to come following them. She had grown used to it but one day her younger nephew held no shadow. As she looks at him now she feels a flame of hope come to life inside of her. 

“Luke” 

Lucerys stopped in his tracks. After spending more time with his aunt planning no matter how many paths they tried to take they’d end up at the same point. It was endlessly frustrating. 

He turned around “father” he tried to keep his emotions tempered. He had feared what he’d feel seeing the man again, he expected anger but seeing him now all he felt was immense sadness. 

Laenor frowned, coming to rest a hand against his shoulder “You’ve been very busy lately.”

He shrugged indifferently “I had a lot of things to do”

His father knelt down “Tell me what have I done wrong”

“Nothing”

Laenor brought his hand to cup his son’s face “I know you, I know it is not nothing” he had scarcely seen his son these past days but when he had, his eyes spoke of deep sorrow. 

When his second son had been born he had arrived screaming, always laughing and babbling. He was free with his love and yet now he seemed reluctant even to be touched. Harwin had told him about his embrace, how happy he seemed. That had quelled his heart but he could not shake off the worry. 

His son began to play with his hands, his gaze firmly on the ground. “Would you leave us?”

Laenor startled “What?”

“Would you leave us? Jace, me and jo- the baby, would you leave us?” 

“By the gods why would I ever leave my sons”

“Because mothers claim is in danger, we are in danger and things will become bloody. A war may come” 

Laenor frowned “How does a boy your age know that?”

“Will you leave us?” Lucerys repeated, looking directly into his fathers eyes feeling the sting at the back of his own. 

His father embraced him “I would never”

Lucerys could not do anything but believe him, all though he knew it to be false. 

Lucerys felt a disgusting feeling fester in his chest but  he could not sit idly in hope. Lady Laena's life was out of his hands, no matter how much he wished for her to survive there was the chance she did not. He could not allow Aemond to claim Vhagar. 

“Uncle!” He made sure to smile widely, waving his hand as he ran towards him.

How strange it was to see him with both eyes.

Aemond looked around him, possibly expecting to see his own brother or Jace but he could not afford Aemond becoming suspicious or closed off. “Nephew. We will be late to training”

“It won’t take long, I promise!”

Aemond cleared his throat “Very well”

“I was thinking of asking grandfather to take us to dragonstone!”

Aemond furrowed his eyebrows “for what reason?”

Lucerys felt irritation but kept smiling, reaching for his hand even when he felt like vomiting “to get you an egg of course!”

“You’d want to go to Dragonstone to get an egg for me?” Aemond asked, eyes full of suspicion and the edges of hope. 

He nodded enthusiastically “of course! You’re my uncle and I know how much you want a dragon. I bet grandfather would love to go with us” his clammy hands made his stomach lurch. 

“That….” Aemond fell silent, his gaze dropping to his hand and back to his face “why?”

Lucerys tilted his head, looking at him with mock confusion “Why what?”

Aemond averted his gaze, a tint of pink appearing on his face “Why do you propose this?”

“Because you’re my uncle. I care about you” the words tasted of ash. A part of him always held a certain fear towards his uncle but now that he sees him, he’s but a boy. Not the maniacal murder he would turn out to be. There was no reason to fear him anymore. He would crush Aemond beneath his foot “so what do you say uncle?”

The screams of his mothers labors were heard even down the hall. He remembers the first time, the fear he felt of losing her but now he knew she would survive this and three more pregnancies. Jace held his hand, reassuring him that their mother was strong. The familiar scene played out as they went to pick an egg out for their brother. It was eerie how things continued to play out as before. 

The screams began to prolong. His father reassured them once more and kissed them. Moving to stand closely beside Harwin Strong, low whispers being exchanged. 

Lucerys ran, his brother following him confusion splayed perfectly on his face. He had to get their grandfather quickly. The first time he had wondered why news of their mother giving birth hadn’t reached him but he realized how much Otto’s hands were in those running the Red Keep. No matter, his grandfather knew what was to come, it fell on him to tell him. 

The knights guarding the throne room saw them running and swiftly pushed both doors open. 

His legs burned and his chest heaved with overexertion, Jace stopped beside him. His grandfather stood quickly “My daughter?”

“Our baby brother has been born” Jace looked at him funny, their mother had been still screaming but by the time they arrived back surely Joffrey would be born already. 

Their grandfather did not hesitate to leave Lord Strong in charge as he practically ran out with them. 

Whispers of how loved the princess was, how different the king treated his daughter versus the Queen. How devoted the princes were to the princess. 

Tides began to change. 

Their mother looked exhausted but she could not suppress the flicker of surprise on her face at seeing them and their grandfather in the room. Joffrey was nestled close to her chest, blood coating her gown. 

Lucerys quickly gripped onto their grandfather, grabbing his brother and forcing his arm around the older man as well. They would not be asked to leave, he needed to see with his own eyes that he had changed the future.  

Viserys got misty eyed “Rhaenyra, you look as beautiful as ever” 

“Father, so excited to see your new grandson?” She smiled weakly. Her lady in waiting began to clean off the sweat from her brow. 

“My King” Laenor bowed, he smiled at his boys before sitting at Rhaenyra’s side. 

Lucerys could not stop himself from looking at the door, his heart was thumping loudly in his chest. He had made sure to position them away from the door, hopefully Alicent’s lady in waiting would not see them. Everything hinges on mere decisions he had made and if it failed his grandfather would not trust him. 

His family would die because of him. 

His brother felt him trembling, Jacaerys squeezed his shoulder. 

The doors pushed open, it felt like his heart had fallen out of his chest “The Queen asks for the child to be brought to her” 

Lucerys could almost faint from the relief. 

The King's voice carried, anger coating his words “Why would the Queen request such a thing? My daughter has just given birth”

The woman began to blubber out an excuse but Lucerys could not hear it. His grandfather had seen it with his own eyes, now he had proof that what Lucerys had told him was true. 

The king's gentle hands maneuvered them to hold each other as he took a step further, his gaze sharp as he eyed the woman and the knight standing behind her “Has this been done before?” He questioned harshly.

Silence. 

“Have you suddenly lost the use of your tongue?” 

Lucerys could not take his eyes off of his grandfather, he no longer seemed meek. A fire seemed to awaken in him. 

“Rhaenyra? May you answer, has this been done before?” 

“Yes father” 

The tension was thick in the room, threatening to suffocate them. “It seems I cannot enjoy the birth of my latest grandson. My daughter is a princess, the realms delight not a commoner to be ordered. Ser Harrold” the knight seemed to appear as if he had been summoned by magic “find out who has forgotten that my daughter is not only a princess but my heir and should be treated as such” 

“Very well, my king” 

Elinda wiped away the fallen tear from Rhaenyra’s face. Feeling relief at the situation unfolding before her. 

Finally Lucerys felt he could breathe. Just as before they went to see their little brother, Lucerys wept freely. Joffrey was alive, breathing and whole. No brown hair to be seen, it filled him with relief. Is this how his mother had felt before she birthed them, hoping and praying that her children had been born like her? Had she felt disappointed when they had resembled their father? 

Now he was able to see the soft looks exchanged between his father and mother, forced to stay apart and on guard while their grandfather remained in the room. 

They had been ushered out by their father. The king had taken that as his indication to leave as well. Outside their mothers chambers he placed a hand on both of their shoulders “keep protecting your mother, the both of you boys did well” with that he walked away. No longer hunched over but his head held high. 

King Viserys was a dragon once more. 

“Are you really going to ask grandfather to go to Dragonstone with uncle Aemond?” Jacaerys asked, abandoning his work in favor of a much needed distraction. 

“Yup” 

Jacaerys stared at his baby brother, who had begun to correspond with their mothers uncle. It was strange, not the wanting to write to family but how serious he had become, as if he held a great weight on his shoulders. 

Luke was always up to play and have fun but now he seemed to focus on his study and was constantly moving around the keep. Another thing he noticed was that his brother began to have nightmares. He'd hear him crying and whimpering in his sleep. Jacaerys had begun to sleep beside, making sure to wake before him so he wouldn’t be embarrassed. His brother was changing and he didn’t know why “Can I go?” He finally asked.  

Lucerys looked up from his letter “Sure but no Aegon”

Jacaerys nodded “because he likes to make fun of Aemond”

“Yes. We shouldn’t play any pranks of him either, mother wouldn’t like it” 

His brother sighed, rolling to lay on his back “you’re right. He asked about giving him a pig for a dragon, I felt kind of bad but Aegon said it would be funny” 

Lucerys was tempted to tell him it had been a bit funny the first time.  

Rhaenys stood at the entrance to her home with anticipation swirling in her stomach. When she had received a letter from her daughter she had already been excited but when she read the contents of it, she was ecstatic. Her girl was coming home. Rhaenys had begged her husband not to oppose her marriage with Daemon, not because of her cousin but because she knew her daughter. Her daughter was free and rebellious, and wished to see the world and make her own decisiones. Daemon being one of them. Corlys could not see and it cost them, she had traveled far away from them.

It pained her. 

She had spent days readying for their arrival, nothing could put her in a foul mood, even seeing her wretched cousin once more. 

Roars and screeches rang out and she instantly smiled. 

“Mother!” Laena looked beautiful, she glowed beneath the sun. She embraced her “my beautiful daughter” even with so much time apart she still smelled of the ocean.  

Rhaenys pushed the doors to her daughter's solar “Are you going to tell me why you’re really here” She knew that she’d find him here, sulking as always.  

Daemon sighed, rubbing his temples “Must you be insufferable at this late hour?”

“Time does not restrict you from being intolerable” 

Her cousin sneered at her, moving to take their conversation outside. The moon illuminates both of them at this late hour. 

“Well?” She asked impatiently. All throughout dinner she could not suppress her curiosity. Even as she listened to her delightful granddaughters recount their adventures, she could not push away her lingering questions. 

Daemon rolled his eyes “you are what a bone is to a dog. I received letter from our king and Rhaenyra’s son”

“Jacaerys?”

“The other one, the one who isn’t a newborn”

Rhaenys felt the familiar irritation of talking with her cousin “Lucerys” 

“That one. Viserys believes your dear grandson to be a dreamer.” Daemon looked up towards the moon, arms resting against the balcony. Their dragons flying high in the sky “Dreamt of Laena dying in childbirth”

Desperation clawed at Rhaenys, her breath leaving her “What?” 

“Told me to do everything possible to save her”

Rhaenys felt like cold water had drenched her to the bone “That is why you brought so many midwives” 

Daemon hummed in agreement. 

“You don’t believe in dreams”

“Do you think I don’t love my wife?”

Rhaenys decided not to answer him, instead she asked if her daughter knew. 

He scoffed, “I’m not insane. If you wish to scare her, go ahead but all you will do is add unnecessary stress on her. Let her live in ignorance”

Rhaenys conceded “You may be right” how would knowing her supposed fate benefit her daughter.  If anything it might send her quicker to her grave. The birthing process was always a battle, she had been blessed with relatively easy births but her cousin had not been so. One must go with strength not doubts or fears. 

“I always am”

“Do not push it” 

Chapter Text

“How dare he call for me just to lecture me as if I were a mere child! I am the Queen, respect is a given” Alicent had felt her face flush with embarrassment, she hadn’t expected the king's reproach when she had been summoned to court. How did he even realize Rhaenyra had given birth? 

If her father had been here as hand none of this would’ve happened. He had been adamant that Rhaenyra’s children were bastards. She had only argued against that statement once and her cheek still stung. She had only wished to see the latest child to check if finally brown hair had sprouted from their head. 

Now she had been scolded like a child again.

Alicent took a deep breath, she must keep her composure. Her good name could not be besmirched. If Rhaenyra wished to sully herself so be it. 

Lucerys placed his training uniform on, he had already begged Harwin to train him in private making up the excuse of avoiding an embarrassment in front of his uncles and especially Criston Cole. His father would grimace each time the man was mentioned. 

Harwin smiled softly at him “You look very dashing, my Prince” 

“You think so?” Lucerys asked as he smoothed out any unwanted bumps. 

“Of course. A knight doesn’t lie” 

“Daemon does” 

That made his father laugh “He is an exception” The man came to stand behind him, both hands resting on his shoulders “What worries you?” Harwin had listened attentively to both Rhaenyra and Laenor each expressing their concern. When Lucerys had fallen ill he wanted nothing more than to remain by his side but he could not. With each birth he had felt relief that his sons held Targaryen features. Harwin always paid close attention to potential whispers that could hurt not only his sons but Rhaenyra. It would be unwise to be seen too close to the children.  

“You” Lucerys' vulnerability soothed the worry that his sons would turn out cold, poisoned by the environment they find themselves in. Prince Aegon had already begun to be painted as cruel, he had worried that his sons would follow but that had been far from the truth. 

Harwin had received word about how his oldest had been kind to Princess Helaena, whose mistreatment by the hands of her brother did not go unnoticed. 

That kindness and compassion almost pushed him to move and embrace him but his sons did not know of their parentage and it was better that way. “You needn’t worry about me. I am a strong warrior” 

Lucerys couldn’t stop himself from turning around and holding his fathers hand, his large hand seems to engulf the both of his. “Do you have to be with us today during training?”

“Do you not want me there?” No hint of despair or anger, just mere curiosity.

Lucerys knew today was the day he’d end up losing his father. When he was a child he had seen Harwin as a trusted and caring knight, who would make him smile when he felt sad and laugh when he’d fail at any lesson. At times he’d even sneak him a sweet treat. When word of his death had reached him he had felt sorrow but his brother had crumbled. It was only after that he learned that Harwin was his father. It felt like a piece of him had been lost. “I’m worried about the baby. I had a bad dream”

Harwin knelt down on one knee, fear pooling in his stomach “a bad dream?” 

Lucerys nodded, biting his lower lip “Can you stay with him to protect him?” 

“Will that ease your mind? I won’t be able to accompany you to the training yard” what went unsaid was that he wouldn’t be there to protect them against Criston Cole. 

Lucerys nodded solemnly “I know”

“As you wish my Prince. I’ll stay to protect your brother” Lucerys could not help himself, he threw his arms around his father. Harwin barely budged but he could feel his hand tremble as he embraced him back.

No words needed to be said. 

“I’m okay, Luke ” Jacaerys reached for his hand but Lucerys could not feel it. All he felt was that all consuming rage and despair he had felt in his past life. He thought without Harwin defending them, training would pass as usual but he was wrong. Criston Cole seemed to come to the idea on his own to make Aegon and Jace fight once more but whatever he whispered to Aegon made him angrier, made him fight with all his rage. 

He watched as his brother attempted to cover himself as he lay exposed on the ground. A loud thud and his brother yelped in pain, Lucerys doesn’t remember moving but with all his might he pushed Aegon away. Wooden sword drawn in front of his brother “Do not touch him!”

It was quiet on the courtyard.

Lucerys tried to calm himself, the anger and exhaustion from training making his breath falter. His grandfather shouted and took the stairs as Cole had been grabbed by two knights. 

“Take him away!” The king shouted

“My King, this is merely training!” Cole shouted in desperation as he began to be dragged away. The other man continued to shout out excuses as he pushed back and ripped his arms away. 

“Father he was merely-“

“Quiet!” Viserys shouted, making Aegon flinch. The boy let his head fall. Aemond watched as everything began to unfold, standing between both factions. Trying to hide his indecision, thinking of what his mother would want and what his nephews have done for him. 

The king stormed the training yard. Irritation festered inside him. It had been many moons since he last took up the sword but after hearing from his Hand what the Queen’s knight has been doing and saying behind closed doors. It was plain as day the attempted subjugation of his grandsons. They were heirs, not mere mortals to neglect or taunt. 

His grandson was so small yet he did not hesitate to place himself in front of his eldest son “Luke, you did well protecting your brother” he looked into the boy's eyes, they seemed to be ablaze with fury “you must always protect your family, lad” 

Lyonel Strong came around the king to help Jacaerys stand pressing a handkerchief against his bleeding nose. “Tilt your head forward” 

“I’m okay, Luke” Jacaerys held the cloth against his nose, mustering up a smile. “It’s just blood, no wounds” Lucerys felt him squeeze his hand but his mind could not stop reeling back to his brother's death, the arrows puncturing his body and the blood that oozed into the ocean. 

His uncles would never change, he must not waiver.  

Aegon snarled, throwing a goblet of wine against the wall. The already simmering anger and embarrassment made worse of the thought of his mother finding out. 

“Why did you do that?” Aemond asked. He had followed his brother when he stomped away from the training yard. 

“Because I fucking felt like. Not like you drink”

Aemond rolled his eyes “I meant with our nephew. What did Ser Cole tell you”

Aegon picked imaginary specks from the table. “nothing” 

“Nothing? You seemed like a beast” 

Aegon felt bile twist his insides. He had gotten angry, frighteningly so. He always wanted to be in the shadows, let his sister be Queen and for him to live a life of leisure. His mother was convinced that she would send them to their death but Rhaenyra barely paid them any mind. Would’ve been easier to kill them as babies anyways. When his nephews had been born they looked as Targaryen as them even Lucerys who had one brown eye and one lilac, The King had dotted him even more when he saw his eyes. It annoyed him to no end. 

Why did his nephew deserve the attention he should’ve been given? 

His mother tried to convince them they were bastards but who would believe her? 

Ser Cole had only said a few words and they were enough to open up old wounds. It had sent him into a frenzy but he could not admit that to his idiot brother. Are you going to let yourself be bested by a false Targaryen? You? The son of a king? By a mere bastard? He knew what they said of Jacaerys, of his kindness and gentleness. That he was meant to be an heir, for fuck sakes spending one evening with his sister elevated his stature to a benevolent creature and he was the wicked useless son. Seeing his mother’s disapproving eyes still stung him. “Like I said nothing” 

“Mother won’t be happy”

“When is she ever happy with me?” Aegon sneered, downing his cup of wine. 

Being back at the dragonpit elated Lucerys. Seeing his mothers dragon curled up in leisure. The warmth that seemed to radiate around them, it almost made one lull to sleep. 

All the dragons were still alive. 

Seeing them here, they should be at dragonstone. Death awaited for them here. Lucerys shook his head, that would not happen. He let those feelings slip away from him. 

No matter how much death and grief haunted these walls, he knew the fourteen sent him back for a reason, the dragons would survive. He would prevent their end. 

A mournful screech echoed from the cave. A tug at the base of his neck. It felt like yearning.

“Arrax” Lucerys whispered. 

The dragon did not hesitate to launch him against his chest, happy shrills echoing around them as his snout pressed against his heart, blowing hot air on him “ My Arrax, you remember don’t you?”  He threw his hands around his dragon's neck as best as he could “ I’m so sorry, Arrax” his tears began to cloud his vision.

“Luke” Jacaerys worried tentative voice spoke up from behind him. 

“I’m okay” Lucerys pulled back, running his hands along Arrax’s warm scales “I’m okay, we’re okay ” 

The dragon keepers murmured between them until one stepped forward “ my Prince, very well done. We did not know you had bonded so deeply with the dragon” 

“During the nights, I sneak in” 

One of the dragon keepers frowned “you must be careful, my Prince” 

“Told you it would make you feel better” Jace had been adamant about going to see their dragons earlier. It was the first thing Lucerys had wanted to do when he first woke up but the guilt that still coiled around his stomach always stopped him.

It had been his fault that Arrax had been slain. If only he had been stronger, faster then maybe they could’ve survived. Or at least Arrax could’ve survived, another dragon for his mother. 

A reproachful chirp and with that the guilt momentarily melted away and all that was left was pure joy.

Lucerys went to see his grandfather, his brother's hand in his. He still desperation claw his insides each time his brother left his side and the other was kind enough to indulge him. He knew he was sneaking into his bed at night, before he might’ve complained about it but now it only brought him comfort. He would never complain of his brother treating him like a baby ever again. 

Feeling content that Harwin Strong remained firmly behind them. He had not been cast away to Harrenhal, yet at least. 

The man had been angry when he had heard what happened in his absence. Lucerys thought he would’ve scolded him but he had placed the blame firmly on himself. He should’ve felt guilty for lying but seeing his father alive and well crushed any lingering regret. 

“Grandfather!” 

“My boys!” His grandfather stood up, his small council each turning to look at them with different reactions, some with surprise, others with disgust but their mother with complete warmth and adoration. Lucerys let go of his brother's hand and ran towards their grandfather, hugging his midsection as he ruffled his hair.  

His grandfather seemed to have regained some of his strength back. Maybe it was the excitement of going to dragonstone to claim a dragon or the anger of what had transgressed was still swirling in his veins. Picking him up and placing Lucerys on his lap as he beckoned Jace to stand beside him, who had stopped to kiss their mother on the cheek. 

Lucerys felt himself filled with pride. This alone painted a strong sense of unity between his family.

“Your grace, as we were saying the marriage betrothal of Prince Jacaerys and Princess Helaena”

Lucerys quickly looked at his grandfather with wide eyes, he had only mentioned in passing Baela and Jacaerys. The older man had seemed to fall into contemplation. Hopefully it will be enough now. 

“We will not discuss this yet” The king waved his hand in a dismissive manner. 

“Your grace- ” The Queen tried to speak quickly. She could not allow the proposal Rhaenyra made become a reality, she could not allow her faithful and pure daughter to marry that boy. He would contaminate and defile her. Even kill her. 

“It is not up for discussion” Viserys voice tinged with warning. 

Rhaenyra went to speak when loud shrieks rang out. Recognition falling on her face, quickly masking one of indifference. Alicent eyed both Targaryens wearily. Almost everyone present recognized whose dragon that was. 

“Who is that?” Jacaerys asked but Lucerys did not hesitate to jump off from his grandfather and break into a run. 

“Luke!” 

“Where are you going?” 

“That’s my grandson!” Viserys' laughter rang loud. 

Lucerys ignored his family and kept running. He forgot how small he was, his legs weren’t cooperating. It had been so long since he last heard his kepa, flashes of his death over the God’s eye still plagued his nightmares.   

The sunshine momentarily blinded him but he recognized that silhouette anywhere.  

“You must be Rhaenyra’s boy” 

“Kepa!” Luke did not stop before he threw himself against his midsection, tears instantly falling from his eyes “kepa you’re here”

Daemon had felt as if he were suffocating the moment he entered the space of King’s landing. Part of him had wanted to fly back to Pentos or possibly burn everything down. A world wind of emotions swelling inside him. It had been years since he set foot in this place. If it were not for Lucerys he must likely would’ve continued to ignore his brother's letters. 

He had been angry, no, he had been filled with rage and disappointment. Each time it felt as if his own brother were plunging a knife in his heart. How he wished to be truly seen by him. To not be blinded by what vipers like the cunt of Otto Hightower said. 

Walking towards the Red Keep, he was still happily greeted by the smallfolk and gold cloaks alike. Small mercies and reminded him of who he was. A Prince, a warrior not some wilted maiden who returns after a mournful evening encounter. Taking the steps he began to see a child running from outside the Red Keep, Breakbones coming closely behind. 

Ah, must be Rhaenyra’s son. 

As far as he could recall he never met the kid before so why the excitement? When the words left his mouth he hadn’t expected the kid to launch himself on him nor did he expect to be called father. 

For a fleeting second he did question if somehow his niece and him had sired a child. “You’re crying, why are you crying” all he could picture was his own daughter and how her face would turn crestfallen when she screeched about whatever slightly troubled her, his kind girl. He reached for the boy, hefting him up into the air and settled him on his hip “stop crying” he wiped the tears away. “You’re going to make yourself sick” 

The boy hugged him tightly, burying his face into his chest, barely audible words spoken against his coat that forced him to strain his ear. “You’re alive, kepa” seemed like a mantra. The boy barely noticed him flinching. 

“Brother!” Viserys smiled, holding another child’s hand, beside him stood Rhaenyra whose smile brought a forgotten ache in his chest. Forcing his eyes away he looked back at his brother who seemed to have grown taller in his absence. 

“My king” the miniscule grimace that appeared on Viserys face did not bring him the satisfaction that he wished. 

Rhaenyra walked up the both of them “Uncle, welcome home” the smile she gave him revived a flutter in his heart. 

“My sweet boy, are you alright?” She gently rubbed Lucerys back. 

Finally the kid peeled himself and smiled at his mother. His chubby hands never letting go of his clothes. Turning to look at him, a fleeting memory struck him. 

“You noticed, he has our mothers eyes. Of course Lucerys' eye is brown but it's like seeing her again” Viserys smiled wistfully. 

“I wouldn’t remember” Daemon murmured. He remembered very little of his dear mother now, the memories of her leaving him year by year but all he ever heard was how unique her beauty was. To see what his mother might have looked like struck him. 

“Kepus, are you going to stay?” 

Daemon suppressed the immediate need to question why he was now calling him uncle. It seemed like Rhaenyra son did prove to be interesting “you haven’t introduced yourself”

“I am Prince Lucerys, son of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon” Daemon could not stop the snort that escaped him “why do you look so serious, kid? Afraid I’m going to throttle you?”  

“I’m not afraid of you” Lucerys grinned

Daemon raised an eyebrow. “And what about you?” He asked the other boy who had remained quiet by Viserys' side. 

“Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, eldest son of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon, Heir to the Iron throne” He inclined his head but his eyes remained firmly on him. Even when his hand seemed to tremble the boy did not lower his gaze. 

“Raised them to be too respectable” 

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes. 

“Are you going to feed me? Or must I beg, brother?” Viserys laughed easily. Beckoning all of them to go back inside, easily talking about what he had quickly asked to be made for him. 

“You and I are going to talk later” Daemon whispered to the boy as he walked them back. 

“Why are you truly here? Has something happened to my sister?” Laenor cut Daemon’s path. After hearing of his arrival he had expected the worst. Having to withstand until now to find him on his own. Laenor would not rest until he heard it from Daemon’s lips directly. 

“Ah, It seems that you take after your wife. Both of you must stop making this habit of corralling me into a corner.”

“Rhaenyra has?” Laenor shook his head “I asked about my sister”

“I did not lie. Gods you truly take after your mother. Your sister is well. We are living in driftmark” 

“You hate driftmark”

“This again?” Daemon sighed heavily. He pushed Laenor away from him “You must visit your sister”

Laenor narrowed his eyes. Clutching Daemon’s shirt as he leaned closer once more “you said she was fine”  

“I did but she misses you and I know you miss her. Rhaenyra will not be alone. Your sons will not be alone. I will protect them in your place. She needs to see you”

Laenor looked into his eyes. He had fought alongside this man for many moons, both protecting each other in battles they did not know if they would survive. Something told him that he should listen to Daemon’s words. He had felt a fear burrow underneath his chest and it would not leave him. He needed to see his sister, needed to be with her. 

“I must speak with Rhaenyra” 

Daemon leaned against the wall, watching Rhaenyra fuss with her boys as she tucked them in at night. How afraid she had been for motherhood and yet here she was. The adoration in her eyes was clear as day. So much venom in these walls but those boys seemed to be untouched, or rather they forged ahead. 

He was no fool nor was he blind. Harwin Strong had always been an enticing beautiful man and the shared looks between his niece and the man did not go unnoticed. Thankfully the foolish endeavors of his niece did not produce brown haired boys not that it would matter to him nor Viserys but knowing that women she’d shriek the walls down. 

Even now low whispers of her being mad started to take a life on its own. All because she was adamant that Rhaenyra’s children were bastards, not even those who opposed his brother believed that. 

Laenor stumbled through the door, coming to kiss both boys on the head as he once again tucked them in. He began to tell a story, arms moving in excitement as he changed each voice for the character. The boys seems entranced at least Jacaerys did, Lucerys seemed to carry a heavy burn in his eyes. 

Now what could a mere seven year old boy living in opulence have to burden him.

An interesting boy indeed. 

He waited until both parents departed. He recognized the look on Rhaenyra’s face. Suppressing the urge to laugh, Laenor seemed to see the same expression and sheepishly looked to the ground. At least they’d be out of his way. 

Lucerys felt a tap on his forehead “you can stop pretending to be asleep now” he crossed his eyes to look at the finger touching him.

“Took you long enough” he grinned. 

“You’re a little shit, now come on” Daemon threw the covers off of him, quietly ushering him to put his shoes on “don’t forget your coat” 

“You don’t have to pretend you don’t care” Lucerys bit his cheek before a giggle escaped him. Quickly placing on his coat before accidently waking his brother up. 

“Where are we going?” Instead of answering Daemon grabbed him by the shoulders and guided him towards the wall. Faint recognition began to form in his mind, he had seen these passages during his death. 

“Wow” it was one thing to see them as a ghost another to see them up close.

“Yes, yes, very amazing. Come along. Your little legs are taking too long” Daemon stopped in his place and before he could crash into his legs, once again picked him up. 

“I can walk” he felt his cheeks burn up in heat and yet did not hesitate to rest his head against his father’s shoulder.

“We have much to discuss. I did not think your father would take so long with his little stories, we must stop someplace else first” they continued to walk in the darkness. Daemon walked with no hesitation.

They were looking into the queen's chambers. She seemed to be having a private meeting. Her voice raised in anger and frustration as she began to pace the room “They are bastards! She dare ask the king to marry off my sweet daughter to that bland child?” 

Years have passed and it still stung. Lucerys forced himself to breathe. 

Alicent gripped her necklace, each point stabbing into her palm “You said you’d fix it and yet her virtue remains unquestioned” 

“She seems to have lost her mind” Daemon murmured. 

Lucerys could laugh. She deserved to go mad after what she put his mother through.  

“My Queen, you must not worry.” Larys remained composed. 

“They took my trusted knight! Ser Cole was merely teaching my sons and now they have him locked up. They wish to leave me abandoned” Alicent sneered. After news had reached her of his imprisonment she had felt exposed. She had tried speaking to her husband but he no longer listened to her. She knew Rhaenyra had to be behind this, she knew it. 

“And your father is no help!” Alicent narrowed her eyes at Larys. Moving to sit in front of him, she absentmindedly picked her fingers “My father should be here, he should be hand” should be by my side went unsaid. 

They continued to speak but Lucerys could not stop himself from worrying. Had this been what set off his fathers death? Mere fleeting words? He clutched Daemon. He must be more vigilant with his father and both grandfathers. Otto Hightower must never come back. 

Lucerys furrowed his eyebrows “Why is she taking her shoes off?” He whispered. 

“A reason little boys should not be seeing” Daemon instantly covered his eyes. “What a fucking hypocrite” The amusement in his fathers voice, soothed the growing panic inside him. 

Daemon kept his hand over his eyes even when they seemed to move away, he walked in silence but he did not mind it. Lucerys needed a moment to think. 

“Where are we?” Lucerys looked around. He’d never been here before, at least from what he could remember. There were many rooms to explore in the Red Keep. Before Jace and him would try to sneak into all of them but now he had more important things to do. He couldn’t spend his time on childish things anymore. 

“My chambers” Daemon dropped him on a soft cushion “Didn’t think Viserys would keep them nor clean them” 

“You’re brothers” Daemon merely looked at him before he went to ignite the fire. Moving around his chambers before he dropped a blanket over Lucerys shoulders. 

Daemon eyed him before he sat in front of him, placing his feet on the table as his hand rested over his midsection “you’re nervous”

“No I’m not” 

Daemon smiled, tilting his head to look Lucerys up and down “you’re shaking like a wet dog. Now tell me, my dear…nephew? Or should I call you son? You seem to call me father fairly easily. Explain yourself”

Lucerys squirmed. He should have expected this after what he had done but he had hoped his father would blame it on childish confusion. He was seven after all! No one else paid him much mind before so why should they now? 

“You look like you’re going to jump out of your skin, breathe”

He nodded and took a deep breath, building the courage to look at his father. There was no rejection, only curiosity. Letting the tension leave him as he breathed out, Lucerys asked “Will you listen to everything I have to say before you deny me?”

“Why do you think I will deny you?” 

“You don’t believe in things you cannot see”

Daemon hummed “I’m living in driftmark”

Lucerys furrowed his eyebrows “so?”

“If I didn’t believe you I would not take one step in driftmark, drafty old place” 

“Oh” Lucerys gripped the blankets around him, stealing the nerves that threatened to make him shake again. “Then can you listen to everything until the end? I need an ally. I need you, please”

Daemon raised an eyebrow “go on, you have my word”

“It all started when I died” 

Lucerys kept quiet as Daemon began to pace, he had already thrown everything in his vicinity. No one had entered so it seemed it wasn’t out of the ordinary. He had never seen his father so angry, so full of grief. That’s a lie he had seen him grieve that way, when his sister had been taken by the greens. Lucerys knew how gut wrenching everything had been but he also knew the good and the love that was there. It seemed like his father didn’t know how to feel perhaps a mixture of happiness of marrying their mother, of having children with her but also an unimaginable grief of losing Lady Laena and then each child that followed. At least Rhaena, Baela, Aegon and Viserys had survived. 

It dawned on him that only Daemon’s children by blood had lived. It almost brought a cackle out of him, all that Otto had done and his mother and fathers line lived on.

“Do you know how many times I told Viserys that cunt had his clutches on our throne? Only he had the fucking gall to bed that wench and then not only produce one male heir but two! What did he think was going to happen? That fucking imbecile” The words did not match the expression that he was wearing. “Then he had the fucking nerve to die” 

Daemon suddenly stopped ranting and knelt before him. A tentative hand cupped his cheek “you watched me die?”

Lucerys nodded.

“Your mother?”

Another nod. 

“Your brothers?”

Lucerys furrowed his eyebrows “My grandmother as well, Aunt Helaena, Alys rivers” he shrugged. Death had become a common occurrence to him. 

Daemon’s gaze was mournful “I’m sorry” his thumb softly caressed his cheek. The action brought him the overwhelming need to weep.  

Lucerys blinked “what?”

“I’m sorry you had to witness so much death. You were only a boy”

He cleared his throat, fragments of defiance filling his eyes “I was 14”

Daemon did not refute him. “Is this why you’ve told me the truth?”

Lucerys looked down at his lap “I wasn’t going to” he had already failed. He wished to keep all this sorrow on his own shoulders. Lucerys did not want this to weigh down on his family.

“You were going to carry all this burden on your own?” 

“It’s mine to carry” 

Daemon sighed “You truly are you mothers son” Lucerys felt hollow when his father removed his hand from his face. Startling him when his father embraced him. “You’re just a child. You will not do this on your own”

He did not hesitate to return the embrace “You believe me?” His hands clutched his fathers back.  An ache forming in his throat. His eyes burned and the taste of salt invaded his tongue. 

“Stop crying, you’re going to upset your stomach again” Daemon murmured. 

Lucerys began to wail “You didn’t say if you believed me” 

Daemon shushed him “I believe you” 

“Luke?” Jacaerys murmured, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes. Turning to look over his shoulder ready to get up if needed. “Uncle Daemon?” He yawned “Is Luke okay?”

“He’s fine” Daemon tucked in the boy, swiping the curls away from his face “go back to sleep”

“Okay” Jacaerys pulled the blanket closer to his body and closed his eyes. Before drifting back to sleep he felt a hand in his hair. 

Daemon had always prided himself in being level headed even in battle, what others perceived to be erratic was always calculated on his end. There was a reason he was still alive. 

But now, all he felt was visceral anger. An anger so bright it felt like dragon fire had taken its place inside his body. For years he had told Viserys who Otto Hightower was, the vipers he was allowing and frolicking with in court. He was the one who raised an army for the crown his brother wore, he was who kept their family safe and what did he get in return? Exile after exile. 

His stupidity had caused their downfall. 

Daemon stopped cold. His wife had died. His daughters had lost their mother. It pained him enough that he felt a phantom weight against his chest. He knew he cared deeply and adored his wife, loved her. To lose her like that. He knew deep down that if it were her end that was the way she’d want to go, like the dragon rider that she was. 

Vhagar, that senile old bitch. 

Caraxes and he rode many times with her but to know that she’d kill Luke and Rhaenys. No, it was her rider who had done that. Aemond knew nothing about being part of House Targaryen. He knew history and High Valyrian but not family. If he did he wouldn’t have called his nephews bastards. Wouldn’t have tried to kill his own blood. 

Through that sorrow he had married Rhaenyra, something he always longed for. They had been happy, Lucerys spoke so highly of the time they had escaped court in Dragonstone. To know they had been happy, that he had been truly happy. 

He had caused Rhaenyra pain. 

An apparent witch, he’d have to look into that, made him see visions and he was able to get his head out of his ass. Luke did not mince his words. 

Daemon was no fool, he knew how deep the hurt went and ever so often it would bubble up to the surface. It always cost him, he lost Rhaenyra because of it. He felt angry with himself to know that he wouldn’t learn until once again he almost lost Rhaenyra again. Exiled away to Harrenhal. 

He pushed open the door, startling a barely awake king “Daemon?”

His fist collided with his brother's face and the trickle of blood brought him a hint of satisfaction “I spoke to your grandson. You better fix this, Viserys. I warned you time and time again” He grabbed him by the collar “I do not want you dead and I don’t want Lucerys burdened anymore” 

Viserys clutched his face raising the other hand to stop Ser Harrold from beheading his brother as he crashed through the door “What are you talking about?” Silently the knight closed the doors behind him. 

“Our supposed future!”  He yelled. 

“Daemon, I do not know what you’re talking about”

Daemon laughed “the kid didn’t tell you? Of course he wouldn’t because you’re useless” 

“Daemon” Viserys sneered

“Sit down and I’ll tell you then” Daemon pulled a cloth out of his pocket and pressed it against his brothers nose. 

Laenor pressed a soft kiss against Rhaenyra's cheek “I will send my sister your regards” soft murmurs broke out around the courtyard. 

“You better. Syrax is faster than seasmoke” 

The ladies who found themselves in the presence of the princess and her husband began to whisper. Rumor had it they were in a loveless marriage and yet three silver headed children were produced. Murmurs of afternoons spent drinking tea and eating cake and now seeing a heartfelt farewell.  It seemed they were mere baseless rumors. 

“Goodbye father” Jacaerys smiled as he hugged the man. Preening when his hand carded through his hair “I’ll look after Luke and baby joff” 

“Such a dutiful older brother” Laenor pressed another kiss against the crown of his head. “Luke” he opened his arm to welcome his second son. An inkling of doubt filled him but his boy hugged him just the same. “Goodbye father, tell Lady Laena I said hello. Rhaena too” 

Laenor smiled “I will. The both of you be good to your mother” Rhaenyra held Joffrey in her arms, Laenor softly traced his sons face “you too, sweet boy” 

“I promise you, I found you a dragon” Aegon smiled, manhandling his brother along the corridor. He had wanted Jacaerys and maybe Lucerys in on the prank but they had decided to put a stick up their asses and stop joining him on any pranks. 

Aemond narrowed his eyes “You found me a dragon? You? On your own?” He looked over his shoulder in disbelief.  

Aegon scoffed “You continue to underestimate me, I picked him myself”

Aemond felt a sense of hope begin to burn in his lower belly. His nephew and father were to depart to Dragonstone soon but if his brother had found him a dragon, he could show them both. Only thinking of the proud look on their faces brought a faint smile to his.  

Viserys held Lucerys hand, the boy had been quiet after saying goodbye to their father. They had watched until Seasmoke was no longer visible in the sky. He had only asked about the bruise on his face, worry so clear on his face. 

The guilt ate away at him. 

This boy was never going to tell him the truth. Viserys would be left in ignorance of the hand he had dealt their family. He had apparently left this plane with the thought that his family had made peace but he had been a halfwit, all this time even when Otto had been castaway to Old Town his claws still firmly remained here. 

Daemon had been right to hit, not that he would ever admit it to him. If his brother wasn’t such a hothead he may have never found out the full truth of his involvement. 

It was his duty as king to set wrongs even if he had not made them, no, that was wrong. He had made them the moment he had decided to bed Alicent, shame consumed him. 

Jacaerys was happily talking to Daemon, who had decided to help him with his sword. To think in the future he had become his father. He had wished to strike Laenor down for abandoning his daughter and their sons but he could not unless he wanted to seem like a mad king. 

Daemon had wept, the last time he had seen him cry was when their father had died. To know he had caused it. He had been convinced his brother was a tyrant. Otto had continuously warned him of Daemon being a brute but It would be his own grandson to fulfill that prophecy. 

All that heartbreak he had made his daughter and brother endure. For what? In the end they found themselves once more. 

Viserys glanced at his grandson. Daemon made him promise not to tell Lucerys. A simple mistake was the reason his brother knew and it had momentarily broken the boy’s resolve. Imagine what finding out that he knew would do to him. 

“ Someone stop them!”  

“ He’s bleeding!”

Shouts continued to ring out. 

Daemon glanced at him before placing Jacaerys hands in his. Getting ahead of them, one hand resting on Dark Sister as he took the stairs quickly.  

Two princes were brawling out on the floor, scuffed knees and bruised knuckles as evidence of their fighting. Daemon grabbed the both of them from the back of their collars pulling them apart like two newborn kittens “what are the both of you doing?” irritation evident in his voice. 

“He punched me!” Both boys struggled to reach the other as their feet barely touched the ground. 

“He gifted me a pig with wings!”

“Not my fault he can’t take a fucking joke!” Aegon spat out. 

“A pig?” Daemon cocked his head. The animal in question snorted as it walked past them. White wings dangling from its back “why a pig?”

“He told me he had a dragon for me!” 

“What is the meaning of this?” Viserys bellowed. Lucerys quickly realized what had transpired. His hand gripped the kings. 

“It seems like your first son wanted to humiliate your second one” 

Viserys felt fury and trepidation fill him. He shared a look with his brother, Lucerys did indeed die once before. 

“Are you okay?” Lucerys asked timidly. In all fairness, he had wanted to gloat. Alicent had always said it had been him and his brother to corrupt her children but they were wicked on their own. He felt gleeful seeing the both of them bruised up. The disappointed and embarrassed looks thrown their way. Where he and his brother stood tall, their uncles began to fall.  Even greater satisfaction was brought as seeing the genuine look Aemond was giving him. 

“Get me the Queen” 

Having left the dragonpit and making sure that his grandsons were being taken back to the Red Keep safely. Only the adults remained and his two sons. Viserys after having heard an earful from Daemon and then his daughter when he had been able to hear from her own mouth how the Queen had made her suffer. 

Seeing her made him sick. 

He had cared deeply for her. Even blinded enough to believe they shared a mutual sense of care for one another not love nor adoration but something. An appreciation for knowledge and books. Along the line something had changed, maybe he had also broken her. Just like he broke his wife, the woman he loved and had butchered for a son. Now he has two and he barely paid them any mind because every time he looked at them all he could wish was that they were from Aemma. 

To know now that his sons would kill his daughter, her children, it made him sick. 

The Queen had arrived frazzled and angry. He could see how she looked at his daughter, gods how blind he had been. 

“I’m sorry father. Will we still be going to Dragonstone with Luke?” Aemond’s eyes filled with tears. 

Viserys sighed, cupping his son's face and not missing the way he looked surprised by the contact. Daemon's words, albeit hurtful rang true. “Of course, my son. You were hurt by your brother's words and actions. I understand why you acted the way you did but you must not fall to violence as the first resort. You have much to learn.” Viserys took a deep breath “I’ve made the decision Aemond, you will be Daemon’s squire”

The boy in question couldn’t hide the excitement from his eyes. 

“What?!” Alicent screeched as she gripped her beloved son's shoulder. When she had been summoned, she had expected the worst. She assumed that Rhaenyra’s offspring were involved somehow but this? Who dare he suggest that her sons become squires for that tyrant. 

“The boys need guidance-“ 

“Clearly” Daemon interrupted.  

“To play a trick like this” Viserys shook his head “they are brothers, they should be looking out for each other not being cruel”

Aegon could not raise his gaze from the floor. 

“And Aegon, to teach you kindness you will be under the tutelage of Rhaenyra”

Alicent paled, eyes becoming saucers “That’s ridiculous!-“ 

Viserys yelled “Silence!” 

Alicent’s face burned, hands digging into her son's shoulders. Mouth set in a firm line. 

“It’s an honor, father” Rhaenyra inclined her head “Brother”

Aegon blinked “Sister” he returned the gesture. Grinding his teeth at the thought of the tantrum his mother was going to give him when they returned to the privacy of her chambers. 

“How about we start right now?” Rhaenyra held Joffrey close to her chest and reached her hand out. Aegon looked between his sister and her hand, tentatively reaching for it “where are we going to go?” 

Rhaenyra smiled easily “We’re going to see the smallfolk”

“What?!” Alicent screeched once more “but he is a Prince, he’s not a mere-“ 

“It’s exactly why that he’s a Prince he must be favored not feared” Rhaenyra held her head high as she spoke. Daemon had opened her eyes, she always knew there was a rift between her and her sibling but if she didn’t act now it would be chasm and her claim would be in danger. It was a secret to no one that Aegon had no interest in the crown, finding himself in a drunken stupor instead of studying. If she extended a metaphorical hand towards her brother then there was a chance that he’d never stand against her. 

“Aegon, go with Rhaenyra. She will find a fitting punishment for your actions” Viserys reached for him, the minuscule flinch of his shoulder sent a rage down his spine “Do not worry. My daughter does not raise a hand against anyone, especially a child like you” He let his voice carry. His son's wide eyed stare, disbelief dancing on his face. Glancing at the Queen, her face turning red “now go” 

He watched the retreating form of his daughter and son. Who kept glancing over his shoulder. 

“Viserys, you cannot -“

“I am king and what says go. now leave us” He began to message his temples. 

Daemon made sure to smirk as she seemed to implode. The feral look that overtook her features. Desperation oozing from her pores. She was like a caged animal. It delighted him. 

The creak of the boat brought back memories. Lucerys closed his eyes as he leaned his chest against the railing. He feared he’d feel the familiar nausea but there was no such thing a true Velaryon their gods were still blessing him. Head tilted up, the warmth that permeated his body seemed to even warm up his soul. His father and uncle had been entertaining themselves inside their chambers but he was to be the heir of driftmark, he would not waste the opportunity to learn or showcase his commitment to the sea. 

If he must die again then make it so his allies do not doubt to go to war for him. 

“I did not expect that level of commitment” a man on board murmured. The Prince had been with their captain since the moment they left land. Not only asking questions but doing whatever task no matter how benign it was. 

“Didn’t you hear” the man lowered his voice as they finished tying the ropes “he’s the grandson of the Sea Snake” 

“The heir?” 

They grabbed a ladle and brought water to their mouth “The one and only” 

The man kept looking at the boy run around, sleeves rolled up and sweat making his curls stick at odd angles “good” 

Aegon had his hands clasped behind his back, standing beside his older sister. He had feared when his father had tasked her to dole out punishment, his mothers whispers grew louder with each passing moment but he had been true to his word. Rhaenyra never raised her hand or voice. She had tasked him to help her with the orphanage. It had been disgusting at first the amount of children who tried to touch them with their sticky fingers but his sister barely paid it any mind. 

He had to help with passing out food and cleaning the floors, he had been angry and was ready to throw the mop on the ground until his sister was helping make beds. He heard what they said about Rhaenyra, how kind and loving she was. He realized he wanted them to say the same things about him.

Aegon thought that was it until she grabbed his forearm and brought them to the market “what are we doing? Are we going to have a meal now?” 

Rhaenyra hummed “not yet. Tell me what’s wrong with what we are seeing”

“What’s wrong?” Aegon wrinkled his nose “I don’t…”

“They’re sick” Rhaenyra spoke softly. 

“Why don’t they stay home?” Aegon asked. Eying a man who drew a cloth from his back pocket as he blew his nose. Then moved to fix the apples on his cart. 

“I’ve been told if they stay, they cannot eat. They must labor. The cycle of illness continues to spread. How do you think we should fix this?”

Aegon widens his eyes “You’re asking me?” 

“You’re capable”

Aegon blinked, trying to hear any signs of sarcasm or mockery but found none. It was strange being with his sister, he had expected venom but she had been frustratingly kind. He very rarely was asked his opinion on things, it felt strange to be considered “We should cover their wages”

“We could but could we sustain it long term?”

Aegon felt the familiar embarrassment flood his veins. His sister squeezed his arm “It was a good idea, Aegon” she smiled  at him “You must merely look further than the near present”

He collected his thoughts. He worried that Rhaenyra would mock him but she continued their walk calmly “There would be risks. What if people don’t want to work anymore”

Rhaenyra nods in agreement “We would need to get to the root of the issue”

“Which is?” Aegon asked 

“The plumbing” 

Aegon felt disgusted, “Is that what’s on the ground?!”

Rhaenyra nodded. 

“Gross” Aegon faltered expecting her nails to dig into his skin but it never came. Rhaenyra chuckled “It is. We must fix it. It is our duty”  

Aegon felt the fear begin to ebb away. It kept leaving him as his sister invited him to take her meals with her, when she introduced him to Joffrey, when he felt her warm hand cup his face. 

Days had passed and they were both waiting for their family to return from Dragonstone. Only a letter of their arrival and departure was made known to them. 

“We made it!” Jacaerys hugged his mother, stepping beside her as they watched the waves crash against the land. Daemon came up at more leisurely pace “Rhaenyra” 

She did not turn her gaze away from the sea “Daemon”

Jacaerys felt excitement, he had missed his baby brother dearly. The Red Keep was not the same without him. He was also especially excited to see what dragon his uncle claimed. He had been immensely disappointed when he had been relegated to stay behind but with what had transpired it would be seen as unfavorable if the king left Aegon behind. In all fairness, it had annoyed him. He tried being reasonable but he still would’ve loved to go. His uncle Daemon had spoken of additional training and that it wouldn’t be wise to leave their mother alone especially after their father left. That made sense.  

It was also no secret how great of a fighter his uncle was, to be even given a few lessons would be incredibly beneficial. He knew he was weak but he wouldn’t stay like that. He’d rise to be a great prince, a great heir, someone his family could be proud of. He’d protect his brothers no matter what.  His eyes caught movement “they’re here!”

Viserys felt invigorated. The trip to Dragonstone had been for his son but after what Daemon had told him, it would be naive of him to continue to be dragon less. It still pained him to lose Balerion, a deep chasm in his chest that never left him. It felt as if someone had applied forceps to his chest and pried him open. 

It felt wrong but it had to be done and he knew deep down that Balerion would not want him to continue to remain vulnerable to their enemies.

The first day at Dragonstone had been spent walking around and getting to know the history of their house. Tentatively going to where the dragons laid and bringing them sheep and the occasional horse. There were many unclaimed dragons and dragon eggs, they must be patient no matter how many days they must stay. 

He had spoken at length with his Hand. A conspiracy must be playing under their noses. What Lucerys had lived. The transgressions that had occurred could not have happened on its own. Many were wishing for their downfall. Viserys had spent far into the evening looking at their history, too many women had died in the birthing chambers. 

A suspicious amount.  

He played a part in that. Forced his wife to bear child after child. He had destroyed her, no wonder the gods did not see him worthy to save his house. He had condemned it. 

Viserys could see the hope that threatened to boil over in his son. It would crush him if he did not claim any dragon. If he had been wiser he should’ve never let the children born from Alicent to have dragons. Cut the discourse from the root. Knowing how foolish he had been, Otto might’ve convinced him to relent. It angered him to no end to know the role he played. How easily he had been manipulated and followed orders with little pushback. Viserys had abandoned his brother, he can only thank the gods that Daemon still had a sliver of hope in him to fix things, to be better. 

On the third day, he could see his son losing his temper and hope. Lucerys took it in stride, anyone else would merely believe Rhaenyra had raised respectable boys and she had but Lucerys eyes were calculating and calm. No longer was there any admiration towards his uncle but mere contempt. As if he were handling a toddler throwing a tantrum. 

He might have tried claiming Vermithor but he knew he was destined to die and he wouldn’t risk leaving another dragon to the faction who wished his daughter dead. Granted the one who would be his rider would be a traitor. He knew why his grandson had proposed using bastards as dragon riders and not all had been deserters. Addam of Hull had been loyal to the end. 

Viserys shook his head and forced the thoughts away. It would do him no good. They climbed down to where the majority of the dragon eggs laid. It was a damp and hot place. 

Lucerys looked around the cave “I read that you have to feel a pull” 

“He is right. Some have said that it’s a pull that you feel from the base of your neck and others say it’s from the center of your chest. It can’t be described in detail, only that it’s something that you just now” 

Aemond stared intently at each egg, walking around on his own as he tried and failed to feel that spark. Frustration was evident as his hands clenched beside him. 

Lucerys watched the both of them move around. Eyeing them cautiously. He didn’t know if today was the day they’d finally claim a dragon or an egg but he hoped that the fourteen gods were watching. 

They had to be. 

A gasp and Lucerys quickly ran towards his grandfather. Viserys had felt something continue to tether him in a certain direction. Kneeling on the ground, his hands hovering over a pale white egg. 

“Grandfather” Lucerys voice said in wonder. Aemond watched them from afar, his heart in his throat. 

A crack and it felt like a veil of silence had fallen over them. No one moved. 

A loud chirp and a tentative sniff, a small white dragon emerged from the fragmented egg, big red eyes staring intently at Viserys 

“My king” Ser Harrold could not keep the wonder from his voice. The dragon did an entire body shake as it awkwardly padded over towards Viserys. 

Said king could not stop the tears from falling down his face, the aching hole in his chest seemed to evaporate at once. 

The king once more had a dragon. 

Aemond stared and stared. He should be happy for his father and yet he could not stop from feeling like a failure. His father was like him, both dragon less but now. He was the only one who remained an outcast.  

A small hand clasped his own “Don’t worry, Uncle. I know you’ll get a dragon. Do not lose faith” he felt his heart stir. His nephew believed him, enough to petition the king and warrant a trip to dragonstone. Aemond returned a somewhat timid smile, he must heed to his words. He could not let his nephew down.

Jacaerys ran towards Lucerys giving him a bone crushing hug “you’re back” the ocean clung to his brother’s skin. He was worried every night. Who would keep an eye on his brother’s nightmares? Who would hold his hand until his dreams turned kinder? To see him without any hint of wariness, settled him. He looked up to see his uncle cradling a dragon egg of his own. The laughter that left him “you did it!” he let go of his brother as he reached for Aemond, clasping a hand over his shoulder “I’m happy for you Uncle” 

Aemond was surprisingly timid, eyes bashful as he stared from him to Luke “ It was because of Lucerys” Jacaerys couldn’t stop his eyes from widening. What exactly had happened at Dragonstone? 

Lucerys smiled widely “that was all you, Uncle” 

Daemon watched in amusement, arms crossed as the children fawn over the egg completely missing the little dragon around his brother's neck “Didn’t know you had it in you” his voice traveled and caught the attention of the boys. 

“Is that a dragon!?”

“I thought it was a scarf”

“Are you stupid?”

Jacaerys quickly walked towards his grandfather, smiling ear to ear as he reached for his hand “You claimed a dragon, that’s wonderful, grandfather. I’m so proud” Daemon quickly looked at Rhaenyra whose eyes softened. He leaned towards her “He definitely takes after Laenor” 

Rhaenyra smacked him and looked back towards her father “This is wonderful, father. I can’t wait until we take to the sky together” 

The little dragon raised its face from where it was cradled into Viserys' throat, eyes blinking up at her. “My daughter met Shrykos. Lucerys found a fitting name” 

“Goddess of beginnings” Daemon raised an eyebrow at the boy “quite on the nose, wouldn’t you say?” 

Lucerys shrugged with a teasing smile “I have no idea what you’re talking about” 

They began to trek back to the Red keep. Those who observed the family seemed to be perplexed, there had always been hushed whispers of the discourse between the king's eldest son and daughter but now it seems to be false or maybe it was the absence of a certain queen. 

“You did it”

Viserys would not admit the fear that made his his body jump each time his brother would come step out from the dark but he did not have to because his dragon snarled at his brother for him “Must you always sneak up from the walls?” He could understand a certain level of secrecy, they would not want word to get to Otto of a possible reconciliation between brothers but must he wait until the late hours of the night to see him? 

Daemon smirked, “It’s good for your ailing heart. We have to keep you healthy” He walked towards his desk picking up the first thing he could “Your wife is not happy”

“Is she ever” VIserys murmured. Realization seemed to fall upon him “Wait, how do you know this?” before his brother could answer, he raised a hand “better yet, i’d rather not know” 

Daemon was all teeth “Better that way anyways. In your absence I found many interesting things and I also visited a certain dornish man.”

“Is he still alive?”

His brother sighed “Unfortunately” 

“Is he useful?”

“No, annoyingly loyal but quite daft. It will do Rhaenyra good to publicly humiliate him” Daemon dropped the ornament and leaned over his desk “Do not waste the opportunity our gods have given Lucerys. It will end in all our deaths if you do. I will happily die for Rhaenyra but it would be nice to live this time”    

Viserys cleared his throat, guilt once more stirring in his stomach “Ser Erryk will be a reliable witness” 

Daemon hummed in acknowledgement, reaching for the pitcher of wine, pouring his brother a cup “We must talk of the elephant in the room”

“Which is?” Viserys took a sip of his wine. His brother seemed to have that effect on him. Who knows what he would come up with next. 

“Killing your wife” 

Viserys spat wine all over his desk. 

“We must go quickly!” Helaena grabbed his hand and ran towards the throne room. They had only been back a day and he hadn’t expected his aunt to appear at his chambers. He especially didn’t expect her to hold his hand. 

His mother had smiled and tapped Helaena on the shoulder in greeting. 

Lucerys' curls still dropped wet droplets alongside his neck as Helaena dragged him along the stairs. The knights saw them coming with apologetic looks on their faces “Prince Lucerys and Princess Helaena, the king is not free”

“I know. I must see him on important business” The princess very rarely looked at others so when she raised her gaze directly, the knights momentarily faltered. 

“We’ll be quick, I promise” Lucerys added, making sure to wobble his bottom lip.

“The king does not say no to his grandsons or daughters” one guard whispered to another. 

“What if we don’t let them and they send us to guard the sheep? Or worse the dragons” both men turned to look at the two children at the same time.

“Father!” Princess Helaena yelled, skipping towards her father and dragging Luke beside her. Indulging eyes fell on her. “Congratulations on your dragon” 

“Helaena” Viserys smiled warmly at her. Said dragon was curled along his neck once more. “Thank you, my daughter. Hello Luke”

“Hi grandfather!” Lucerys grinned 

“Father, my name day is coming up and you said you’d give me anything I asked for. I finally know what I want” 

“What is that my dear girl?” 

“To marry Luke!”

Lucerys felt the earth open up underneath him.

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Lucerys paces in the room, tugging on his hair as his mind continues to go over what just occured. Helaena patiently watches him. Her hands tracing the embroidery on her dress. 

“I can’t believe you did that. I’ve talked about Rhaena and now-“ frustration boiled over and he wished he was in his kepas chambers, the need to throw things around grew more enticing.  

“We are not going to marry”

Lucerys turned to look at her as if she really lost her mind “you petitioned the king to marry us! In front of everyone!” 

Helaena shrugged “The whims of a child, an aunt who loves her nephew. You’re only 7 as well”  

“Are you forgetting we are Targaryens?” Lucerys said incredulously. 

“In your past life your mother never forced you to marry quickly. Why would that be different now?”

Lucerys did not point out they had gone to war and his early death “So your plan is to stall?”

“We needed time” Helaena began to pick at her nails “I overheard my mother, she wanted to quickly marry Aegon and I. I do not wish to die” the last was said in a whisper

Lucerys exhaled trying to let the anger seep away from him. He sat besides her “I understand why you did it but we’re allies we need to speak about these things before they’re done” 

Helaena nodded, patting his hand “The sand of time flows quickly no matter how hard I try to push back” 

Lucerys sighed once more “we will think of something”

Laena read Rhaenyra’s letter attentively, all though her husband was a gossip he tended to overlook certain details while her dear cousin did not. She had her fair share of entertainment at least what her mother allowed her. She had strongly wanted to oppose her mothers restrictions but her eyes spoke of a deep fear. The same fear she assumed her husband had that pushed them to move back to her home. 

Her husband was very stubborn, something she adored about him at times but she was no fool, for him to quickly change his mind. For her mother to follow her like a little duckling. 

It was as if she had summoned her with her mind “I’ve brought you a gift” her mother smiled. 

“A gift?” Laena made to stand, shooing her mother away as she tried to help her. She was perfectly capable of moving on her own. “Will I find it entertaining or is it something for the baby again?” 

“Gods I hope so” Laenor stepped from the hallway, opening his arms ready for his sister. Accustomed to her throwing herself against him yet this time her belly slightly slowed her down.   

“Laenor! You’re here! I’ve missed you”

He tucked his nose against her hair, the familiar smell settled the growing fears that had taken place in his mind. “I’ve missed you sister” he pressed a kiss against the crown of her head.

“Now how did you escape from King’s landing?” She squeezed him as tight as her body allowed her to.

Laenor laughed “no subterfuge. My wife sends her regards, as well as my sons” 

Laena pulled back, her hands settling on his forearms “Tell me everything, especially about that cute baby of yours” 

Rhaenys couldn’t stop from smiling. This is what she wished for, feeling her eyes began to sting she cleared her throat “I will ask for refreshments” 

“She likes to pretend she isn’t soft” Laena mockwhispered. “Now, tell me everything” 

Rhaenys kissed both of her children on the cheek. Bidding them a momentary goodbye as she closed the doors behind her. 

Laena leaned towards her brother “Now that mothers gone. Are you okay?”

“Of course I am”

“Living in the Red Keep, your sons -“

“What about my sons?” There was an edge to his voice. 

She squeezed his arm “calm yourself, you know I don’t mean anything by it. You love those boys”

“I do” Laenor looked towards the door as if his mother were to materialize “I am grateful they take after their mother” he whispered. 

“Are you really going to marry Aunt Helaena?”

Lucerys groaned, flopping on the ground “not you too”

“Everyone is talking about it” Jacaerys abandoned his work and sat beside his brother. “You didn’t tell me you fancied her” he poked his thigh with his foot. 

“I don’t!” 

“Then why do you wish to marry her?” Lucerys glared up at him, Jacaerys tilted his head as he looked at his brother moments passed until realization dawned on him “The Queen wishes for Aegon and Helaena to marry and she does not want to” 

Lucerys nodded

“I don’t blame her, I’d rather marry you than Aegon”

Lucerys wrinkled his nose “No one wants to marry him” 

Jacaerys laughed “Quiet or mother will hear you. So you will not marry her?” He lowered his voice.

Lucerys shook his head, his heart thumping in his chest “No. I want to marry Rhaena”

“Daemon’s daughter? You haven’t met her yet”

Lucerys shrugged absentmindedly, picking at the carpet. 

Unbeknownst to the boys, their dear mother was listening in, her hand shaking from the revelations she was hearing. 

“Rhaenyra?” Harwin spoke softly from behind her. Trying to look into the room when he heard the voices of his sons. 

Rhaenyra quickly covered his mouth, slowly waking them away from the door and down the corridor “I’m worried about the boys” she admits in a low voice. 

“You’re eavesdropping”

“I know and I feel awful but Luke. It’s as if he’s grown too much, no longer my little boy. Did you hear about my sister's petition?” She gripped his forearm. 

Harwin sighed, covering her hand with his own “I did. Will your father approve of it?” 

Rhaenyra remains quiet. She had petitioned her eldest son to marry so if her father saw fit could she oppose his decision to marry her second son and his second daughter. Would she have to petition for them to wait until her son comes of age. “I do not know. Has Luke told you anything?”

Harwin kept his gaze down.

Rhaenyra narrowed her eyes, grip tightening “Harwin. You cannot keep secrets about my son from me. I am his mother” her voice strained

“The king has ordered it” 

Rhaenyra felt her anger flare “Harwin”

Harwin hesitated for a second until he relented “Luke is a dreamer”

Rhaenyra felt her stomach flip “what?” She clutched her chest. “Why hasn’t he told me?” The fears that she was inadequate in motherhood roared to life inside her. 

Harwin as always so perceptive, reached for her chin and tilted her head to look at him “He wishes to protect you”

“I am his mother, it is my duty to protect him!”

“What son does not wish to protect his mother? The boys are not blind to what has happened to you in the Red Keep” 

Shame filled her “They’re meant to be free of what is happening”  

Harwin gently caressed her cheek “They are princes, they will never be free” He murmured. 

Lucerys left his lessons. He had to put up with Aemond staring at him, a new habit he seemed to acquire after Dragonstone. It unnerved him but he made sure to smile back and ask about his egg. It bored him to no end. 

He was still thinking about Helaena, he never would’ve guessed his new presence had invigorated her to act so hastily. Granted her mother must feel the pressure far greater than before. Before his grandfather had remained blind to what transgressed and his kepa never appeared in king’s landing until his claim had been questioned. 

“Did you hear? Princess Helaena wishes to marry Prince Lucerys” 

He stopped. His heart thumped loudly in his chest. Gossip and rumors had always followed him, painful words thrown their way as if they weren’t princes. Forcing himself to breath, he strained to hear more. 

“He is a mere boy of seven”

“Quiet, if they hear you calling a Prince a mere boy they’ll have your head or worse feed you to a dragon” 

“You know what I mean” was said in exasperation. 

A young timid voice spoke up “I think Prince Lucerys is a fine choice to marry” 

“You’re just a girl, be quiet” 

Lucerys continued to hear them talk he couldn’t seem to move until a hand was placed over his shoulder that startled him out of his stupor “My Prince, I’ve finally found you” Harwin heard the last remnants of the conversation Lucerys seemed to be listening in on “Anything interesting?”

Lucerys shook his head, turning to look up at his father “not really” 

“Why don’t we go to your chambers”

Fear prickled at the base of his neck. The walk was quiet. Pushing the door open, Lucerys placed his book on the desk. Fidgeting with the papers sprawled all over.

“What is it?” He finally asked turning around. 

Harwin knelt down on one knee “I must leave” 

It felt like he had been drenched in ice cold water “What? Why? Have you been exiled? Has your father decided to leave? I will talk to my grandfather. You can’t leave, you can’t leave us” He gripped his father tightly. 

Harwin rubbed his back “Luke, breathe” 

Lucerys shook his head, the panic flooding his veins “you cannot leave, you can’t”

“I have to. A family matter has emerged and my presence is needed” Harwin said gently. 

“But we’re your family”

Harwin felt his heart stutter in his chest“ Luke”

“I know you’re my father” 

The silence that followed was maddening.

“My Prince, you cannot-“

“Don’t lie to me! I know” Lucerys shouted, the worry and anger mixed inside him like roaring waves crashing against each other. His vision began to blur as tears ran down his face “Don’t leave us, please” an ache formed in his throat as if he had swallowed gravel. 

Harwin brought him close to his chest, hugging him tightly as he rocked him gently “I am here, Luke. I am here” Lucerys gripped him tightly. “I’m sorry but it is my duty as the eldest son. I will be back”

Lucerys felt his throat close “you will not. You will die”

Harwin felt like his breath had left him, ignorant to his reaction his son continued on “You will die by fire by Larys hand. I can’t lose you. I’ve dreamt it, please don’t go, please father” he felt Harwin’s strong hand cup the back of his head. 

“Breathe my…… son, breathe” Harwin murmured softly. A kiss was pressed against Lucerys temple “I am here” 

Harwin lifts his son into his arms, cradling him close as he walks towards Lucerys bed gently placing him on it “I will get you water” 

Lucerys wiped his face, sporadic hiccups escaping his body. Harwin brought a cup to his lips, continuing to rub his back “there you go, drink slowly”

His son reached for his free hand “You cannot trust your brother. He orchestrates your death”

“Luke-“ Harwin began to shake his head. Readying to object to what his son had just said. He had always been close to his sisters and brother, even when he left for King's Landing.  Harwin always made sure to look after Larys from afar, his brother had his shortcomings but he was prideful. He knew how it stung to be compared to him but he thought the care they had for each other was far greater. He seemed to have been abysmally wrong. 

Lucerys gripped his hand tightly “You will burn in your chambers. You know what I dream of. I am not lying, you must believe me” 

Harwin exhaled. Forcing the fear down and making sure his face revealed none of his doubts “I believe you but I must go, my father is unable. I will be cautious, this I promise” he brought his son closer to him. The desperation in his son's voice almost swayed him to stay but he had a duty to uphold. 

The stung made his cheek ache. A scene so familiar that his past and present blurred together. Being with his eldest sister made him forget his reality, made him forget his mother. Her desperate shrieks as she berated him about duty and family. Aegon bit his tongue before he made a comment about how his sister was his family. He had enough pain for the day. 

“Now all you’ve done is entice the king towards Rhaenyra even more now! The cunning -“ Alicent flexed her fingers, bringing back her composure. She reached for her son, not seeing the way he flinched. She cradled his face in her hands “You must be better, my son. You have a duty, you must protect your sister and brother. We cannot allow Rhaenyra to be embolden, she will bring our destruction” 

Viserys wished to be anywhere but here. Remembering Daemon’s words spoken about his wife left him rattled. He knew the fate of his family weighed on his shoulders. Gods, how does his grandson handle it?

Alicent stood with her head held high “Your grace, we should discuss a marriage between Aegon and Helaena”

Rhaenyra forced herself to remain passive. She had given her former friend a possible truce in marrying their children but she only wished to consolidate more power for herself. Knowing now that depths her own sister was willing to go to escape Alicent’s maddening plans made everything more clear. 

Viserys seemed to resist the urge to sigh as he leaned forward “Must we? They are children”

Rhaenyra couldn’t stop the surprise that flickered on her face. 

“Your grace, this is to consolidate the Targaryen name and Helaena loves her brother”

“I thought the Queen was against queer customs” Daemon asked, sipping wine as he drummed his fingers against the table.

Alicent felt the fury ignite in her. Hands formed into a tight fist “I do not know what you speak of”

“Oh, I think you know very well about what I speak of” Daemon delighted in seeing her squirm.  

“As Queen, you should -“

“Should what? Who are you compared to Queen Aemma” silence over took the room. Nervous eyes looking at what was transgressing and the king. The same king who did not defend his second wife from the onslaught.   

Viserys interrupted whatever was about to transpire between them “Helaena wishes to marry Lucerys” 

“What?!” Alicent screamed. Rhaenyra feigned surprise as well. Stealing one look at Daemon who frowned. 

“She’s only a child, she doesn’t know what she wants” 

“Mere moments ago, you said she wished to marry Aegon” Rhaenyra asked in frustration “is she a child or not?”

Alicent frowned, her mind racing to come up with a quick solution. Her daughter had never told her this. Alicent thought her daughter was dutiful. To know that she had gone under her nose and done this? To want to shackle herself to a bastard. She could not live with herself if her sweet girl was taken from her. 

“Father, are you going to allow this betrothal?”

“As I said, they're children.” Viserys seemed to fall in deep contemplation “No one will marry”

Rhaenyra did not need to disguise her surprise nor anyone else at the table “Father?”

“My king?”

“None of my children nor grandchildren will be forced into a marriage. They’re too young, we will wait until they’re seven and ten” 

“My king but seven and ten is far away. My daughter is at an eligible age to marry now” Alicent stressed. Not wanting for her daughter to be wed to someone of her husband or Rhaenyra’s choosing, or even worse her sweet girl. She was far too young to know what was good for her. 

“We were both married at seven and ten, Alicent” Rhaenyra raised an eyebrow “Why do you wish for your daughter to marry so quickly?” The suspicion in her voice was clear as day.  

Alicent felt as if she had been struck “Are you insinuating-“

“Enough.” Viserys yelled. “The whims of children will not guide my decision” Shrykos opened her eyes, staring at those who had begun to open their mouths. 

Daemon took another sip, carefully cataloging every reaction, there was disappointment, surprise and fury. It seems there was some entertainment for coming to these meetings so early in the morning. 

A boiling rage thrashed inside him as if dragon fire had sprouted from his entrails. Lucerys wished to scream, to push Larys from the top of the stairs himself. He knew his father couldn’t ignore orders but outside of the Red keep, he could not protect him. Why did he have to leave, why did he even have to die in his first life. Harwin meant nothing to Alicent. Was her heart so filled with hatred that she could not allow his mother one ally. 

He hated them. 

The anger almost moved him to find her with Arrax. 

He hated her. 

Lucerys hands trembled as he forced his lungs to breathe. He let the numbness overtake him, plastering a smile on his face as he tugged the hand of a knight standing guard near the King’s chambers.

Both knights exchanged a glance before a warm smile graced the older man’s face  “My Prince, the King is at council”

“Oh” Lucerys pouted “can I ask you then?” He instantly brightened. 

“If I am able to answer, my Prince, I will” 

Lucerys smiled widely “What does showing one’s feet mean? Is it a game?” He quirked his head to the side. 

The man furrowed his eyebrows “My Prince?”

“I saw the Queen showing her bare feet to someone”

The knight who had remained quiet coughed to muffle the cackle that tried to escape him. 

The older man narrowed his eyes at the other before looking back at the Prince, hoping that it was mere confusion by a child “The king?….” 

Lucerys shook his head “It was someone else. What does it mean? Is it a new game?”

“My Prince…it’s…” the man fell silent, the boys doe eyes staring up at him. 

Met with silence, he quickly ran away “I’m going to ask someone else!” 

“My Prince! Wait!” Desperation laced in their voice. 

Lucerys saw two ladies fanning themselves as they walked leisurely around the courtyard. He slowed down his pace. Exchanging pleasantries before he found the exact moment in which their eyes seemed to melt from sweetness. “Can I ask a question? 

“Of course, my Prince. You need not ask for permission”

“I saw the Queen showing her bare feet to someone. Is it a new game? I’ve never played it before” 

The younger woman gasped “Oh my” she eyed the other with a glint in her eye. “My Prince, there are so many games, could you tell us more? So we can help you find out which one, of course” 

Her friend smiled mischievously “yes my Prince. Was she playing with the king?”

Lucerys was the face of innocence “no” he shook his head, swinging his arms with the motion “It was someone else” he felt extreme satisfaction at seeing their calculating gaze 

“Was it Prince Aegon or Prince Aemond?” 

Lucerys furrowed his eyebrows “no. It was an adult” 

Their eyes widened.

“It was at night. I couldn’t sleep so I went exploring. I saw the Queen taking off her shoes in front of that man”

Lady Meilys could not stop herself, she had always held a certain anger towards the new Queen. She thought of her as pompous. All uptight and looking down at them. She knew her friend shared the same sentiment and when would they get another opportunity like this  “Prince Lucerys, if you saw this man would you recognize him?” 

Lucerys pretended to ponder tapping his chin, the women began to unconsciously lean towards him “Yes!” They startled, quickly fanning themselves as they shared another look between the both of them. 

“Prince Lucerys, how about we play a game with you?”

Daemon tapped the table, his gaze lingering at his nieces retreating form “that was a shit show”

His older brother seemed to have aged in the presence of both women rubbing at his temples “How is your lady wife?”

Daemon felt warmth in his chest “she is well” he itched to be back home with his family, the worry that burrowed deep into his chest had only grown with each passing day. There were moments, mostly at night, where Lucerys fearful eyes would appear in his mind. The words that had tumbled out of him still rang in his ears. His beloved Laena may die, he could lose her. Daemon never held much faith in visions or dreams but the boy spoke with conviction that not even he could deny. The grief had been palpable, far greater than someone of his age could experience, especially a spoiled child like him. 

“Good, we must remain united. Now more than anything”

Daemon raised an eyebrow “Yet you just denied marriage proposals between your children and grandchildren”

His brother cringed “I saw Luke’s face when my daughter said she wished to marry him. It was one of heartbreak” Daemon had not been there but could deduce the same. He had once wanted to throttle the boy when he first spoke of his daughter but he was growing on him. “It was the same one you wore when your marriage to Lady Rhea was decided” 

Daemon stared at his brother, shoulders hunched over, deep into his cup. An odd feeling began to fester in his stomach “At least you’ve learned”  

Rhaenyra kept her gaze ahead. The anger undulated inside her. How dare Alicent try to speak to her, after trying to continually embarrass her at council. Her hypocrisy knew no bounds. She held a certain modicum of empathy towards her but with each passing year, it dwindled inside her heart. With each snide remark and glare towards her children it grew smaller and smaller. 

How her father had grown so blind to what Alicent was doing to the Red Keep, slowly but surely any signs of the Targaryen dynasty seemed to be erased by each passing day. 

It gave her a semblance of relief having her uncle near. She enjoyed seeing him so easily point out Alicent’s hypocrisy in front of the council. His tongue was even sharper with her around. 

Rhaenyra reached for her chest. Laenor has been a dutiful husband and doting father but part of her still wondered how it would be if her father had allowed her to be betrothal to her uncle. 

“Princess, please we must go to the septa for your studies” 

She looked towards the courtyard, her beautiful sister was staring at butterflies fluttering around in the sky. Her hand reached towards the heavens. 

“Helaena” 

Helaena looked over her shoulder, smiling “Elder sister!” 

Rhaenyra could not suppress the surprise on her face when her sister ran towards her. With only a small distance between them her youngest sister reached for her wrist “How are you feeling? How is the baby?”

A familiar maternal warmth swelled in her chest “I am well, Sister. Joffrey is a rambunctious little baby.” A thought fluttered through her mind “You must meet him”

“Really?” Helaena always seemed to shy away but now it was as if her entire being shined with newfound energy. 

“Of course” Rhaenyra looked at Helaena’s maid, who warily looked between them. She couldn’t avoid the scoff that left her “leave us” 

“Princess -“

“The princess ordered you to leave” Elinda raised an eyebrow, daring the other to refuse. 

The other reluctantly bowed before scurrying away. Rhaenyra knew she’d find Alicent at her door very soon or maybe she’d be too afraid. Either way she would not hesitate to speak to her sister. 

“Let us go sit by the weirwood tree” she knew not to reach for her. How many years had passed since they last were able to be in the same room. When Helaena had been born she had been excited for a younger sister but things were already fragmented between both factions. No matter how hard her father wished for unity the moment Aegon had taken his first breath a knife had been pressed against her neck. It had chipped away at her, finding ways to isolate her every time. She had thought foolishly that if she kept her head down, her children would be spared from vicious rumors but it did nothing to quell Alicent. She had let the vipers thrive in her home. Daemon’s presence has given her strength. She had to do better for her sons. 

“My sons tell me you enjoy collecting different bugs, is that what you were doing?”

Helaena smiled warmly at her “I wished to see the butterflies. I was going to take one back to my chambers” she fell silent as she looked back up at the sky “But I don’t want to become what I fear” 

Rhaenyra frowned, remembering her conversation with Harwin “Sister I wish to speak with you plainly” she waited until Helaena gave her a slight nod.  “You do not wish to marry my son, do you?” 

Helaena fiddled with her fingers. It tugged at Rhaenyra’s heart “You are not in trouble. I wish to help. Your mother wants you to marry Aegon, she said you wished that, do you?”

Helaena began to pick at her skin, silence falling between them. Rhaenyra waited patiently “No” another pause and a low voice she said “he’s mean” 

It dawned on her that word would not reach her sister and surely Alicent would do everything in her power to avoid it falling on her ears “Our father has decided against any marriage betrothals until all of you reach ten and seven”

“Really?!” She did not expect Helaena to squeeze her hands so tightly, desperation coming alive in her eyes. 

“Of course, I would not lie to you”

The corners of Helaena’s eyes crinkled showing her immense joy. Quickly standing up and beginning to twirl, a loud boisterous laughter brought on a swirl of delight and sadness in Rhaenyra as she watched her sister twirl and twirl. 

She had heard rumors surrounding her brother but perhaps she better be more diligent. They wouldn’t want a tyrant in their mists. 

Daemon had felt a sense of urgency overtake him. It unsettled him and set him on edge. What Lucerys had told them surely must have changed. Was it possible to still rely on his information? He knew the boy was still making his own plans. No matter what reassurance his brother tried to give him, he saw the stubborn glint in his eyes. It was no surprise that he wouldn’t trust his brother so easily after the future he had lived. The defiant tilt of his head as he had waited for his words. Had the boy thought he’d relegate him to stand down? He saw himself in the boy, the same bloodthirst. Daemon had only asked for his trust. 

He needed to finish things quickly to return to Laena's side. Her letters were a balm to his heart but he needed to be near her. He had sent many capable midwives but the worry did not subside. Before his mind could further stray into unforgivable darkness his door swung open.  

“Uncle”

Daemon let a smile play on his lips before he turned to look at his sweet niece “Rhaenyra” he watched as she glanced around his chambers. 

“You’ve decorated” the surprise in her voice was clear as day. He had made sure to replace everything from the faith that plagued their walls. The fire that blazed from the remains had been truly glorious. It was time to cut the poison from the root.  

“A green cunt believes the Targaryen house to be fragmented. Believes my brother to be vulnerable and you Rhaenyra to be a weakling”

The immediate flare of anger is evident as she sneers at him with a retort ready on the tip of her tongue. “You’ve abandoned me and now you speak as if you know anything that happens in the red keep”  

When he first arrived and saw how abandoned his Rhaenyra had been, it pained him “What I know is you are a true born princess and yet you squander around with your head bowed down like some simpleton. Have you decided to follow your fathers footsteps?” His face loomed dangerously close to hers “if you keep going down this path, your children's heads will end up on spikes. While that cunts blood sit upon the throne” 

“How dare you-“

“I know you know it. Luke but a boy senses it, even Jacaerys. They may bore the marks of being a Targaryen, born from your womb but if you do not strike those who wish to dispose of them, it will all be for nothing. My brother invited the snakes but you’ve left them fester”

Daemon did not yield even when his cheek stung, reaching for her, his hand tightly grasped hers “My dear niece, you are the heir to the iron throne, not that mongrel” 

Rhaenyra looked at him with a glint of suspicion “You are different. You so easily accept me as heir?” 

He shrugged. He had been angry, the vitriol that plagued him had not come from his distaste from Rhaenyra being named heir but rather his brother once again not considering him. Even knowing that it was that cunts' mouth whispering in his brother's ear, he could not get past that Viserys trusted him more than his own blood. 

Regardless of his resentment, things were different now he was a husband and a father. He could never ignore Lucerys pleas or grief. Could never allow their family to fall. “I will support you even when you do not want me near” 

She looked down at their clasped hands. Feeling a sense of relief slowly began to overtake her. Gazing into his eyes she looked for any semblance of doubt or deceit. “What rumors have you heard of Aegon?” 

Lucerys looked up at the guard standing outside his father’s chambers, who announced his presence before pushing the doors open. “It seems I’m quite popular these days” Daemon stood up, abandoning his work in favor of calling for food and drinks to be brought. They both waited until the table was full and the room had been vacated. “Now what brings you here?” the older man began to make a plate for the boy. 

“Ser Strong has to go back to Harrenhal” he eyed the small mountain of food dubiously but relented under his kepa’s strong gaze 

Unbeknownst to Lucerys his other father had already told Daemon, visiting his chambers when the sun had gone down. A pitiful plea whispered from one to the other  ”You fear he will die again”

Lucerys remained quiet ”I’m worried about the Lord Hand. He must remain healthy if not Hightower will weasel his way back in”

”Do you remember what ailed him before”

Lucerys shook his head “but if Larys so easily killed his own brother. What was stopping him from poisoning his father?”

Daemon drummed his fingers along his leg, deep in thought “leave it to me” a predatory grin began to spread on his face. “He’s tipping on the edge already with the stunt you pulled” the rumors had already spread like dragon fire amongst the noble women. By morning it would spread to the men. Lyonel Strong would have no choice but to remove his son. As much as he wished to make the worm publicly suffer knowing Strong he’d try to step down, all the blame must be placed on that wench. “Don’t just eat sweets, have fruit”

Alicent gripped onto her daughter's face, crescent moons forming on her cheeks as her nails dug deeper into her skin. Her anger poisoned the room. “Who do you think you are? To go behind your mothers back and petition the king to marry that vermin. You will marry your brother!” 

“Father said I did not have to” Helaenas voice wavered. The pain brought tears to her eyes. 

“How dare you!” The slap rang out in the otherwise empty chambers. Helaena cradled her face with both of her hands. The butterflies that had bloomed in her chest began to turn to ash “All I’ve ever done was think of my children. I’ve been a devoted mother” Alicent reached for her daughter but she quickly retreated to the corner of the room “I lay awake at night praying for your safety and this is what I get in return?! A traitorous daughter who goes behind her mothers back to lay with those mutts!” 

Helaena kept her gaze on the ground inching her way towards the door. Loud voices began to bombard her, claws reaching for her feet. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest. 

“All this time I believed I had raised a faithful daughter but it seems more lessons need to be implemented to keep you occupied and away from those halfbreeds!” Alicent’s shrieks scratched her insides. Helaena knew she needed to leave quickly. Death began oozing from the walls and slowly reached for her.

“On top of that those vile rumors that have began to spread around the keep I know it’s Rhaenyra’s doing” Alicent began to rip the skin around her nails “To think they’d concoct those abhorrent lies” 

Helaena’s chest began to squeeze as the darkness crept closer to her. 

“My Queen” the door opened and with it a brightness that nearly blinded Helaena, she ran as quickly as her legs allowed her. 

She ignored her mothers voice. 

Corlys Velaryon had been elated when his daughter returned back home. Rhaenys had been stern with him about the topics he was not allowed to speak on. He had been angered, it was his home but the wrath of his wife gave him pause. His heart felt full having both of his children home but it was time to head back to King’s Landing. He received word of all that had occurred in his absence. 

Corlys clenched his hand in frustration. When he had heard that his grandson had fallen ill he had wished to sail back immediately but the sea had another fate set for him. All he had to bring him peace were the letters Lucerys would send him. Words of excitement and a promise to remain safe. 

He walked along the familiar path. The last remnants of the sun warming up his skin.  

“Grandfather!!” Lucerys voice boomed from the top of the steps, his little hand waving in the air. A flash of fear sprouted from his belly as he quickly took two steps at a time before the boy could try to take the stairs himself. “My beautiful Lucerys” his breath escaped him as his grandson launched himself into his arms. 

“I’ve missed you so much”

“I’ve been told you’ve been very busy in my absence” Lucerys did not let him go, seeming to hold him tighter. Worry began to take form “Are you unwell?”

“I’m okay, grandfather. I just really missed you” Lucerys' voice came out muffled.  

Corlys heart began to ache “Boy, don’t cry for me” 

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His grandfather was a balm to his father’s absence. Letters continued to reach him and his kepa reassured him that all was well. He was forced to remain passive and wait. That did not stop him from fanning the flames, every innocent remark and whisper that could be interpreted as the naivety of a child wove into a narrative that painted Alicent as a wanton woman. Using her purity and faith as a shield to hide her sin. The birth of Aegon and Queen Aemma’s death serving as catalyst for surging discourse. 

Lucerys took great enjoyment in hearing Alicent’s screeches. She began to take refuge in the Sept, returning when the sun began to dip. With Larys disappearance it was not hard to let slip how odd that she’d stray for so long away from the Red Keep, perhaps to meet him in secret? The words flowed easily, filled with venom and bringing him glee each time he’d see her scatter around like a rat. 

“You didn’t tell me what you did with Larys” 

Daemon’s smile showed all his teeth “He seemed to be fascinated with fire, I merely indulged his fantasies” 

Lucerys looked down at his lap “Will Ser Strong stay as hand?”

“It would be more embarrassing if he left” Daemon cleaned off his sword with precious care “Viserys already spoke at length with him. You do not need to worry” 

Lucerys bit his tongue, his grandfather embodied many things, his physical strength being one of them. It had been commendable to watch him defend his claim to driftmark even when he could barely stand straight but his grandfather had always had a weakness towards the Hightower’s he could not help but worry, waiting for the edge of the sword to swing down on him. 

His mother stood tall, the true embodiment of royalty. His heart thumped loudly in his chest, overflowing with pride each time he’d see her outside their chambers. Those who had opposed his mother in his first life now bowed their heads in humility. Others had begun to go missing, he knew it was his kepa and with each death he felt he could breathe easier. 

His brother and himself now sat with their grandfather eating pastries that he had brought from his latest travels. Lucerys had overheard the request that had been made to allow him to accompany his grandfather on a voyage. He hadn’t been subtle in his many requests to accompany him, lamenting how much he wished to be at sea.

Lucerys kept hearing how he was only a boy and it continuously infuriated him. His mind was of a man of ten and five. He had witnessed countless deaths and even now he was an advisor to his kepa and grandfather. In the eyes of others he was a supposed dreamer who witnessed horrible things and yet he still remained bound to the shackles of a child. His brother poked his side, eyes filled with concern. He mustered up a smile and grabbed a pastry. 

“Grandfather, tell us more about Lady Laena” as always his face instantly carried a deeper softness than before. The slight frown as he began to retell her adventures away from home. Lucerys never asked but he knew his grandfather’s greatest regret was pushing his children away. The glory of house Velaryon had been placed in peril until Corlys had been forced to recognize his sons. Baela never wished to be the heir of Driftmark, always seeing herself as Targaryen rather than a Velaryon. 

“I wish we could meet her” Jacaerys lamented easily. He had heard many stories from the mouths of his father and mother, he had always wished to meet the face behind those adventures.  

Seeing the opportunity present itself, Lucerys was quick to let his bottom lip wobble “Grandfather, why can’t we go see Lady Laena and father? Does grandmother not want us there?” 

“What?! Who has said this?” 

Silence filled the room, Lucerys glanced down at this food. In the corner of his eye he could see his grandfather try to conceal his anger, a rough hand was placed over his shoulder “Lucerys look at me, who told you this?” 

Lucerys shrugged as best as he could “whispers and….grandmother never comes to see us…she never hugs us like you do or eats cake with us” 

Hearing those words Corlys could not avoid the grimace on his face. Quickly looking at his oldest grandchild, Jacaerys refused to meet his eyes. When his first grandchild had been born he had felt elated at seeing Laenor’s first son. His boy had tears in his eyes as he held Jacaerys tightly against his chest 

“Father, meet your first grandchild, Jacaerys Velaryon!”     

Corlys couldn’t ignore how small the boy was, face pink but his eyes knowing. His tiny hand reached for his finger. It had been many seasons since he had interacted with a babe. How small and vulnerable they were. 

“I think he’s even cuter than Laena was” Laenor laughed, jostling the baby but he did not cry nor show any sign of discontentment “He seems to like you”  

Corlys remembered his wife’s words but he paid little mind if  the hair on the baby's head was silver, the love he could see on his child’s face was enough. “Hello Jacaerys, i am your grandfather”

“Would you like to hold him?”

Corlys looks back at his heir with a sense of dread beginning to build inside of him. Had he been so naive to think that the indifference from his dear lady wife would go unnoticed. When she had first spoken of his grandchildren, he had pointed out their silver hair and lilac eyes, that regardless of anything else his son recognized them as his own. The King had loudly proclaimed how Lucerys looked like the late princess Alyssa, tears running down his face as he quietly sang to the babe. The boys were theirs.

“How could you even refuse to hold him?”

Rhaneys scowled “You may wish to parade yourself as a dimwitted grandfather but i will not”   

“You will cast away your son’s children? We must not be divided”

“Do not force my hand, Corlys. My son may be foolish but i am not” 

Corlys grabbed a goblet of wine and let the liquid give him courage “your grandmother is not as affectionate but she cares deeply for all of you. We will go to Driftmark” he swallowed down the rest of the wine. “I will speak to your mother and king, now eat” 

Both boys shared a look. 

“Muña, are we really going to Driftmark?” 

Rhaenyra brushed the curls away from Lucerys face. She hadn’t expected Corlys request when she had been summoned so early in the morning to meet with her father. In truth she had missed Laena terribly, to see her now would be wonderful. Letters could only do so much. “We are, we will see your father and Laena soon”

“Is kepus coming with us? What about grandfather and Lord Strong?” 

She loved that her son was inquisitive “Daemon is coming with us but my father will stay in King’s landing. Rhaenyra laughed “Is the prince pouting?” 

“No” Lucerys hugged her “I love you mother” voice muffled against his mother’s dress.  

“I love you, my sweet boy”

“He’s going to turn into a fish” Daemon covered his eyes from the blaring sun. Lucerys had not stopped for one moment, running from one side of the ship to the other. 

Corlys smiled proudly “there’s a reason he’s my heir” 

Daemon watched him take the steps, loudly proclaiming how his grandson took after him “His head gets any bigger and it’ll roll right off of him” Rhaenyra swatted him across the chest. 

“I was certain you’d be flying on Caraxes, you are not one for boats”

Daemon gave no response. Truthfully he had been worried about Lucerys. The faraway look had become more present. He had found him staring at nothing. As if he were a ghost haunting the halls, only now on the boat did he seem to come alive.  

Daemon gave his hand to Rhaenyra as she stepped down the boat “where’s your useless husband? Laenor!”

“Daemon” She reproached him softly but he did not miss the gratitud in her eyes. 

“Nyra!” Laenor ran towards them. 

“If he stayed any longer he’d turn into a young boy again” 

Laenor wrapped his arms around her “how much I’ve missed my beautiful wife and family” he began to coo at the baby in her arms. Jacaerys hugged his father from the side as he looked up at him. 

He had to hold in the sudden violent urge to scoff. Daemon had crushed even the faintest hint of rumors about Rhaenyra’s marriage but Laenor’s proclivities had been hard to spin. It had been easier to let slip how Targaryens did not only sway one way. His early days are still present in people's minds. Matter not what hid beneath one's clothes, a fuck was a fuck. 

Daemon watched them, Lucerys stood behind watching it unfold. After Jacaerys embraced his father he gently pushed Lucerys towards Laenor.  

Vhagar stays all imposing along the ocean, a dark contrast against the sand. Daemon watched as Lucery's gaze always seemed to stray towards her. He noticed the clench of his fist and the way he’d purposely place himself beside his mother 

“She’s not going to eat you” Daemon leaned down to whisper in his son's ear.  

Lucerys rolled his eyes yet the tension in his shoulders seemed to slowly ebb away.  

“What too soon?”  

“You’re being an ass”

“A boy of seven shouldn’t be saying those words. Your mother might wash your mouth with flowers”

“She wouldn’t” 

“You’re spoiled, kid” Lucerys yelped at the pinch on his side. 

The heat warmed the back of his neck, it had been years since he last set foot on Driftmark. He remembers being lulled to sleep by the waves hitting against the castle but now all it does is churn his stomach. He clutched his brother’s hand tightly. He knew Jacaerys had recently been sneaking into his bed at night. Lucerys had tried to ignore the ever growing nightmares but they seem to have grown tenfold. 

The walls seem to suffocate him. A small cowardly part of him wished to run away, be truly his fathers son but no matter what happened to him, even if he were to die once more he’d do anything in his power to keep his family safe.  

His mothers voice soothed his anxious thoughts as she softly reminded them to be on their best behavior. The doors were pushed open, a hint of sweetness clung to the air.  

“Laena, meet my sons” 

Lucerys could not stop himself from staring at the woman before him. He had heard so many stories through the years. He never had the opportunity to see her alive or in death. Unbeknownst to him as if his body willed itself on its own, he found himself embracing her. His face pressed against her belly as his fingers clutched her dress. She was real, she was alive.  

“Lucerys!”

“Mother, it’s alright” Laena voiced calmly. She softly held the back of his head, her excitement had grown since she heard her nephews would come visit her but this little one had captivated her curiosity. Her husband’s letters spoke highly of the boy. Sharing a look with Rhaenyra, she knew their visit would bring many stories. 

Time passed unbearably slow. Each day placed Lucerys more on edge. He’d spend his time sitting beside his aunt listening to her tales. Learning about a side of his mother he’d never met. If only aunt Laena had never left. 

Or maybe Hightower would’ve orchestrated her death as well. 

“Laena, you should rest”

“I’m perfectly fine, mother” 

Laenor could not ignore how his sons would constantly stand far away from his mother. Jacaerys was always polite but seeing Lucerys, the difference between how he talked with his father and mother, it was like day and night. 

Before his family had arrived. They had spoken at length, Laena had argued that it mattered little, he recognized them as his sons but their mother was stubborn. He didn’t know how she knew, they had been born as Targaryen as they come, silver hair and lilac eyes and yet his mother was not satisfied. He knew they were rumors about him but other married men had many companions and no one showed any concern. Why did it matter what he did?

After his sons had gone to bed he could not ignore it any longer. It is why he found himself in his parents chambers so late at night. The tension was palpable. 

“Your grandson fears you, mother” 

His mother barely reacted. A slight twitch in her mouth, the only sign of displeasure “I’ve done nothing to warrant these accusations”

“Exactly, you’ve done nothing! You do not speak with them. Lucerys can barely look at you without flinching! Jacaerys treats you as if you could spit fire! They are my sons!” He couldn’t stop the irrational anger that coursed through his veins at seeing his sons being treated as he once was but those had been strangers not his own blood. “Father, say something” 

“Laenor, your mother means no ill intent”

The familiar pain bloomed in his chest “You always take her side”

“There are no sides, we are family” the strain in his fathers voice was evident

“Are we?” Laenor turned towards his mother “those are my sons, continue behaving in this matter and you will never see me”

“Laenor! Please there is no need for theatric ” 

He could feel her warmth as he stood nose to nose “never again. You lost more than a decade of your daughter's life, do you wish to lose your son as well?” 

“Lady Laena, are you sure being outside will not harm you” Jacaerys was gently fanning her, covering his eyes from the blaring sun. 

“My Jacaerys, be careful you are sounding like my mother” Laena could not stop the laughter that bubbled out of her at seeing his grimace. 

“The sun will not harm me. On the contrary, it has renewed my energy” She leaned further back in the chair that had been dutifully bought by her husband. “Now all of you go swim” She shooed away the tiny nannies assigned to her. Each daughter kissed one cheek, Jacaerys gave her a warm smile. Only one child remained by her side. “Lucerys, now I can’t believe a boy your age wouldn’t want to play in the ocean”  

“I want to stay with you”

Laena hummed, letting her eyes close as she took in the warm weather. Children’s laughter in the distance calmed her. Peaking from the corner of her eye, Lucerys sat beside her. She would’ve expected him to have his toes in the sand, hands building castles and yet the boy remained still, his back straight as if a wooden board had been tied to him. Ever so often the children would laugh and his gaze would drift but it always found its way to the ground.

It unsettled her, a boy his age should be having as much fun as Rhaenyra and her did when they were his age. Rhaenyra’s words from the previous nights were brought to the forefront. Laenor had teased her worries but now seeing her dear nephew, he’d have a talk with her brother. It seemed he still hadn’t learned to properly listen to his dear wife. 

“I was told you were like a little seahorse, so my seahorse why don’t you play in the ocean for me” she reached for his hand, holding it gently. “I miss being in the ocean, go and then tell me how the cold water felt against your skin” 

Lucerys kept looking from their joined hands to the open ocean. “Please, for me” 

“Alright,” Lucerys finally whispered.  

“Wonderful! Come closer” she planted a kiss against his cheek  “Now you can go” Lucerys stumbled holding his hand against his face before he turned around and slowly walked towards the shore. “Good boy! Rhaena play with your cousin!” 

The crash of the waves against the castle had helped lull his brother to sleep. Jacaerys feigned to have been tired, back turned waiting until his brother stopped moving.  He always kept watch, making sure to brush his brother's curls back or hold his hand. Anything to stop the whimpers and cries that seemed to plague him even more. 

He thought being in driftmark would be better but his brother seemed to have gotten worse. Part of him wanted to tell their mother but he was afraid that Lucerys would be angry and refuse to sleep with him anymore. 

"Is he still having nightmares?" 

The first night had terrified him, almost sent him hiding under the covers but now he knew his uncle would visit his younger brother. Jacaerys was man enough to admit he had been jealous of their outings back when his uncle first arrived but after he had offered to train him the remaining jealousy had faded with time. Now, he felt relief at knowing someone else saw his brother. His mother did, he knew that, the furrow in her eyebrows every time she'd watch Lucerys walk away said enough but Lucerys would never show their mother his worries.  "Yes, they seem to be getting worse" 

Daemon knelt down beside him, his hand resting on Lucery's backside "Tomorrow, make sure Lucerys plays with you all. Do not let him be alone” 

Unease and trepidation filled the halls. When word quickly spread about Lady Laena beginning her labors, people swarmed from one end of the castle to another, carrying buckets of water and fresh linens. Rhaenys had been quick to yell out commands, hands tense as she continued to move around the room. Daemon had carried his wife to their chambers, easily ignoring his cousin. The midwives moved efficiently. 

Time seemed to slow down.

"I've been told her labors are progressing slowly" Laenor whispered to Rhaenyra.

All the children had been forced to stay in one room but it hadn't been hard to sneak away, a lie so easily said to his older brother that it should worry him but he couldn't focus on that now. He needed to make sure. No one had seen him tiptoe along the walls, too busy and frantic. No matter how many times he tried telling himself that things were different, that he changed enough. The fear still burned inside him. 

Lucerys felt as if his chest were about to cave in from the weight of his fear, he needed to see her. He did not know if she’d survive but he couldn’t let her go into the unknown without the reassurance that her family would live, that her girls would prosper. He knew he wasn’t allowed in the birthing chambers but he would try to sneak in. From where he was hiding, he could see his grandmother arguing with his kepa, they looked like dragons ready to fight each other. His father held his mothers hand as worry painted his face.  

“Bring more water!” He waited for the door to open while everyone continued to argue. He ran as quickly as he could “Lucerys?!” pushing his way until he was face to face with Lady Laena, her forehead trickled with sweat, pain so evident and yet she mustered up a smile 

“Leave at once!”

“Do not speak to my son like that, mother”

“He is not allowed” Rhaneys voice bellowed in desperation. 

“Silence! My wife does not have to put up with your childish bickering! Especially at a moment like this”    

He ignored it all as he pushed himself closer to Lady Laena, resting his hand against her cheek “please, i need to tell you something, please” he began to slip as he kept trying to reach her. 

Laena breathed through another contraction, Rhaenyra had confided in her that her son was a dreamer. She had overheard the worried murmurs of her mother and husband but most importantly she was no fool. She knew what awaited her, she knew of the battle ahead. To have her family near warmed her heart. She licked her lips “I will listen”

“You heard her, now quiet!” Daemon’s voice boomed. He silently helped his son onto the bed, pressing a kiss against each of their foreheads as he moved to give them privacy.

“This is preposterous” Rhaenys sneered

“Cousin, if you do not keep quiet, i will rip your tongue out” he motioned for everyone to leave the room, letting his gaze settle on his wife before he closed the door  

Lucerys couldn’t stop the tears from welling in his eyes, he began to speak in high valyrian “ you need to keep fighting, Lady Laena please. In my dreams….you die. You cannot die, please. Everyone needs you.”    

Laena covered his hand with her own “Nyra wasn’t exaggerating when she said you were a sweet boy” she breathed through another contraction, biting down the urge to scream. “ You do not have to carry my death on your shoulders”

“No! You can’t die”

Laena gently shushed him “tell me of my death in your dreams”

Lucerys breath faltered “Daemon refuses to cut you open, you knew what was going to follow” Lucerys swallowed around the hurt “ you go to Vhagar and die a dragonrider’s death”

Laena closed her eyes, smiling through the pain not only in her body but in her heart “I went how i lived then”      

“Your daughters will live a long life, you will even have grandchildren. Rhaena acquires a dragon, Baela fights during the war, they’re remarkable, they are your daughters. You do not need to worry about them, they’re strong and they never forget you. Daemon never forgets you. I’m so sorry, I tried, I really did ” tears begin to blur his vision “ please live, i beg of you”  

Laena shushed him once more, pressing a kiss against his forehead “I know you’ve tried. I did not die in driftmark in your dreams”

He shook his head “You died in Pentos, away from your mother”  

“See, you tried and because you tried i’m surrounded by my family. I got to see Laenor be a father and Rhaenyra grown up” she smiled. “ Seeing my husband cluck around like a mother hen, arguing with my mother so vehemently and my father reading my daughter's bedtime stories. I’ve met you and your brothers. I’ve lived a wonderful life” She gritted her teeth as another contraction ripped through her, her other hand clutching the sheets beneath her, willing herself to catch her breath “I lived because of you Lucerys, do not carry this with you, promise me”

“But i -”

“Promise me” Laena gripped his hand tightly, a boy so small and young with grief stricken eyes it hurt her. It reminded her of Laenor 

“I - i promise”

Pain once more invaded her, her belly felt like it was suffocating her. Her legs trembled and the fear began to come alive once more. The possibility that she always pushed into the deepest corner of her mind was now real. She’d leave this plane before she could see her daughters grow into women. She’d leave her husband to raise their beautiful daughters alone. He always said that the girls needed her but now, what would they do? How would he cope? Why must she die? Tears began to fall from her eyes “I’m sorry, Lucerys. I do not wish to die. I want to see the grandchildren you speak of”

Lucerys wrapped his arms around her neck “You can be angry, Lady Laena. Scream and shout, be angry i will be here”

Another contraction ripped through her and she screamed, letting her anger and sorrow leave her. Without wanting to, she crushed Lucerys hand with her grip but he did not complain, he only murmured soft words to her, like Rhaenyra did when they were children. 

She could not catch her breath, her heart thumping loudly in her chest. She knew what she had to do now. “Lucerys, I need your help” his eyes danced around her face, the realization of what she was expecting making them widen in fear.

“We need to tell kepa - kepus” 

Laena smiled warmly, kepa “ he will not allow it, Daemon loves with his entire being. I know you know it. This is my choice, please” 

Lucerys could not see Laena properly, tears staining the sheets as he clutched her face between his hands “okay, I will help you” his voice wobbled with each word. His heart began to race as he tried to help her up, his entire body began to shake he did not know from overexertion or from fear. They slowly walked towards another door, ever so often he looked behind him hoping his kepa could sense him. He knew Lady Laena was trying to keep silent, blood dripping from her lips as she would hold him through one of her pains. 

“Is that-” fear gripped him as blood began to stain her white nightgown. Dripping down her legs and pooling down on the floor.  

“Ignore it” Laena breathed out harshly, clutching her belly “We must reach Vhagar” after a pause, she asked “Did Rhaena claim Vhagar?” she asked breathlessly 

“No. Aemond did” Lucerys could not stop himself from sneering “ but i’ve stopped it”

“Good” Laena smiled at him, letting her hand go from her belly to Lucerys face “You’ve done well, do not forget that”

Lucerys didn’t think there were more tears left in him but all he could do was lend Lady Laena strength as they continued down the steps. The cold night almost dragged them along the beach, holding each other tighter as they continued on. 

“You were going to do this without saying goodbye?!”

Lucerys stopped in his tracks, clutching Lady Laena as they took in Daemon standing near Vhagar “I knew you’d come here” his face was crestfallen as he took in the state his wife was in. He reached them quickly

“You cannot change my mind” Sweat pooled along her back, pain radiated from every bone in her body and it felt like she was being ripped into two. 

Daemon cupped her face in his hand “I know, my lovely wife. That is why i married you, let me walk you the rest of the way, Lucerys is tired” 

They both turned to look at the boy who was swaying where he stood. He did not let go of Laena even when Daemon wrapped an arm around her back and held her. “Thank you, Lucerys” she wished to kiss him but she could barely stand on her own now.  His eyes filled with tears again, blood shot as he hugged her one last time “I promise to protect everyone” 

Daemon could not stop the tears from pricking his eyes. He held her close as they slowly walked towards Vhagar. The moment he received word of the difficulties regarding her birth, he knew Laena would be here. When he had opened the door and was met with an empty room, he barely paid anyone attention as he ran towards Vhagar.

“Make sure to leave” Laena breathed out harshly

“I will not leave you in your last moments” he sneered. 

“Lucerys must not watch me die, he will already carry my death on his shoulder. Do not let him watch me burn, you must not watch me burn. Remember me as i was not of what will become of me, promise me this Daemon”

Daemon remained quiet, his wife squeezed his arm “Daemon”

“Always so fucking stubborn. I promise” 

Laena tried to laugh but another contraction rushed her, more blood began to gush down her legs. “It’s time, now go, my love” she could barely utter the words. A chaste kiss was pressed against his lips. His chest fluttered and the urge to bring her close overwhelmed him.  

Daemon could not rip his gaze away from his wife, eyes trailing every inch of her face and committing it to memory “I will see you soon”

Laena smiled warmly, cupping her husbands face “Not for many moons, protect our daughters and our family, now go” 

He forced himself to tear his gaze away, he forced himself to take another step and another until he reached Lucerys. Daemon knew if he turned to look at her, he’d lose all reason. He picked up the child from where he knelt in the sand. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, kepa” Lucerys wailed 

Daemon clutched him close, moving his head to hide in the crook of his neck. For good measure he kept his hand against Lucerys curls “Do not look, Lucerys” the boy gripped his tunic, his tiny body trembling as sobs continued to pour out of him. He could hear his wife sobbing and each step felt like he was being stabbed in the heart “I said, don’t look” he moved his hand, going to cover Lucery’s eyes. 

The boy wailed enough for the both of them.

“Dracarys! Dracarys!” 

Daemon could not stop the tears. The heat from Vhagar warmed his back.

When Rhaenys heard Vhagar’s roar, she knew. She ran as quickly as she could, decorum forgotten as she raised her dress to run. Her husband and son yelled for her but her daughter needed her, her baby couldn’t face this alone. Rhaneys stopped cold as she took in her cousin on the floor clinging to Lucerys as the boy howled.

Her voice was lost to her as Daemon lifted his vacant gaze, silence stretched. “Do not go out there.”

Fury surged inside her “She is my daughter!” grief blurred the edges, she could not face a world where her dear Laena did not exist. This must all be a nightmare, a sick ploy. Her stomach lurched as she looked towards the open doorway.  

“She did not want you to see her like this” Daemon’s voice was small. She had never heard him so desolate, Rhaenys wanted to yell at him, shake him, blame this all on him. 

“I birthed her! She - she - she was meant…” 

“Do whatever the fuck you want then, ignore her wishes” He sneered at her. His hand never ceased to stroke Lucery’s back. “Go then” 

A step.

Rhaenys felt ashamed, she couldn’t face her. Couldn’t see her precious baby burnt to nothing, unrecognizable. Her heart ached as it had been cracked open. “I’m sorry, grandmother. I’m so sorry! It’s my fault” her mouth ran dry as Rhaenyra’s small boy turned to look at her, eyes swollen and face flushed red. Grief poured out of him. What brought Laenor’s words to the surface was the immense fear in his eyes as he stared at her, trying to bow as he kept apologizing.

“Your grandson fears you, mother” 

Daemon pulled him against his chest “Stop apologizing” he murmured  “Laena herself said you held no guilt, right, cousin?” 

He was testing her, the edge of violence and anger laid out in front of her if she did try to blame the boy. She swallowed harshly, bile threatening to expel itself from inside her. What had she become? A boy of only seven believed her capable of horrors beyond his imagination “My daughter never lies”

Daemon glowered at her but that was all she could offer. She returned to look at the doorway, her baby was alone on the beach, she needed to be with her. 

Another step. 

“Rhaenys!”  

She quickly turned and the moment she saw her husband it had been like the metaphorical strings had been cut, her body plummeted to the ground. Strong arms wrapped around her “We’ve lost her, Corlys! We’ve lost our girl!” she finally allowed herself to scream.  

Rhaenyra held her grief close to her. Her family was in peril. News of Laena’s passing traveled quickly. The mournful screams of Rhaenys could not be mistaken for anything else. When her and Laenor had reached them Daemon had wordlessly passed her child to her, pressing a kiss against the back of Lucerys’ head before he walked away. No matter how much Laenor screamed, Daemon did not look back.

Her sweet boy would not stop weeping, no matter how much she begged. He continued until he made himself sick, vomiting what he had eaten until nothing but yellow bile came out. The maester forced her boy to drink milk of the poppy “he’s burning up” she had pressed her hand against his forehead.

“With this, his body will be able to rest now”

Her oldest refused to leave. Passing his hands through Lucery’s curls and making sure to change the cold cloth over his eyes. Both boys had only known Laena for what seemed like a short moment but the grief was still there. 

Palpable in the air. 

She knew if she dwelled, her grief would overtake her. 

Laenor had left. She knew why, she could not fault him and yet seeing her sons all she wished for him to be beside her in their shared grief. 

“Princess”

Rhaenyra turned to see the nursemaid, instantly opening her arms to welcome her baby. It soothed an ache inside her, trailing her finger down his nose “I will take him back” with the silent dismissal. She moved to sit beside the bed “We will watch over your brothers” she whispered. 

“Where is Laenor?” Rhaenyra asked Qarl Corey in a curtly manner.  

The man’s face turned sheepish “I will go look for him immediately, princess” 

The irritation that had sprouted from her belly slithered it’s way to her chest “Tell him ours sons need him now”

“Of course”

Rhaenyra turned away, her gown fluttering underneath her as she walked down the barren corridors. The grief clung to the walls. Noise began to grow in volume turning into a loud commotion as she reached his chambers. 

They announced her presence and finally silence followed. When she passed the threshold everything was thrown on its side, papers thrown precariously and the curtains were drawn closed “Daemon?” 

Her uncle sat on the floor, his back resting against the foot of the bed, bloody sheets remained unchanged. Bloodshot eyes stared up at her “what do you want, niece?”

“You must allow them to clean your chambers” silence, his eyes bore into hers. “Laena always flew her own path, she was headstrong and -“ Rhaenyra swallowed down the bitterness “even her last decision on this realm was by her own wits” 

Silence. 

“The girls need you” 

“Their mother is dead” 

“I know”  

“Then how the fuck do you expect me to help them”

“You’ve done it once already” Rhaenyra said softly “take a bath, drink some water and then go to see them” with that she left. 

Harwin Strong was many things but fearful was not one of them. He had faced death many times and never flinched but when his firstborn had taken a breath, he knew what genuine fear was. He’d stand guard every night, praying to whatever god could listen. With each child it was no different, it mattered little what happened to him. What was important was Rhaenyra and their sons. 

He knew his role. He knew to stick to the shadows and keep a watchful eye. Harwin never thought calculating eyes would fall on him, no matter what his father said. His children were Targaryen just like their mother, favoured greatly by the King. 

He was only a man. 

It was not until his young son, his little dreamer that he realized how precarious his situation was. His father would call him foolish and he had been right but he was also certain that he never assumed it would be his second son twisting the knife. 

Harrenhal was terrifying to most but it was his home but now he could not stop looking over his shoulder. It felt as if death was nipping at his heels. He had promised his son to keep a watchful eye and he did just that.  Nothing seemed amiss and for a moment he felt immense relief, his brother had not betrayed him…yet. 

Harwin had received ravens from his sons, his nights were occupied by their words and adventures. Word from his father that his brother had gone missing. That is where he found himself by candlelight, quill in hand. A loud thud gave him pause, he almost spoke but something made him bite his tongue. Harwin waited with bated breath until silence fell again. 

As he continued to write he began to hear faint crackling and soon followed the scent of fire. He stood so quickly that the chair in which he previously occupied clattered on the ground. His heart began to thump loudly as he reached for the door knob, he instantly flinched back. 

Panic began to flood his body. 

His son had been right. 

Lucerys felt as if he had been thrown back into the past. Every moment that he closed his eyes he was plagued not only by his death but everyone in his family, over and over he’d see their demise. He’d awake drenched in sweat with Laena standing over him. It felt as if he couldn’t breath, his chest hurt immensely. 

“Luke! Stop it!”

Someone was grabbing him but he needed to get away, he needed to go back and fix everything. 

“Muña!” 

He couldn’t breath, he had failed, they were all going to die. His vision began to go, black dots appearing and his ears began to ring, he was dying

“Lucerys, you’re okay” 

Everything went dark. 

“Where have you been?” Rhaenyra knew she was yelling but the fear that gripped her heart had not released her, seeing her son thrashing on the bed, ripping the skin from his throat. 

“Out” Laenor barely looked at her as he began to take off his garments. 

She was about to remain silent but no more, she closed the distance between them grabbing him by the arm “I know you lost your sister. I feel her loss, here” she touched the center of her chest “there is no replacing her, her presence will be felt for years but you cannot neglect your son”

Laenor ripped his arm away “neglect?!”

“Luke clawed his throat in anguish because he believes to be at fault for Laena's death. He was there in her final moments!” She could feel the sting in her eyes “I have never seen Jace so afraid, Luke needs us. He needs his father. This is the first time he has felt grief” she slowly reached for his hand “He is feeling the same loss as you, he needs you now” she gently wiped away the tears beginning to fall down his face.  

“I’m sorry” Laenors voice wobbled as he looked down “I just…it feels worse than the wounds from war…she’s gone and I’m still here, without her”  

“I know, I feel her loss and we will feel it for many many moons but we need to exist in it. Do not shun our sons” 

Laenor pressed a faint kiss against Rhaenyra’s wrist “I will go”