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HOUSE OF THE DRAGONS
𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ─── ❛ fire and blood

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╰ ✦ The Queen╭ ᘒ ✦

Rhaella and Rhaenys had arrived to DragonStone, requesting an audience with Rhaenyra and Daemon.

Rhaella and Rhaenys walked through the halls of DragonStone, guard at their side. Rhaella fidgeted with her rings, keeping her eyes low. She did not know how Rhaenyra would react. Especially, since Aegon was Rhaella's brother.

But Rhaenys squeezed her arm, a reassuring touch that made Rhaella smile. The doors opened in front of them and the pair walked down the steps, seeing Rhaenyra and Daemon.

"The Princess Rhaenys Targaryen." The guard started as the older woman walked in front. "And The Princess Rhaella Targaryen."

"Thank you, Ser Lorent." Rhaenyra smiled at her guard, walking towards the pair that walked closer to her. "Princess Rhaella, a happy surprise to see you, dear sister." Rhaenyra smiled softly at her younger sister.

Rhaella flashed her a sad smile, looking back down at her hands, which Rhaenyra noticed and looked at her with a frown. Rhaella was never one to show such emotion, even when she was a child.

"Princess Rhaenys, might we hope for news of Lord Corlys's recovery?" Rhaenys turned to the older woman beside Rhaella.

"Viserys is dead." Rhaenys immediately said, making Rhaella squeeze her eyes shut, bitting her inner cheek as she held onto her rings.

Rhaenyra instantly froze at those words, her smile dropping. And Daemon turned around at the mention of his brother.

"I grieve this loss with you, Rhaenyra." Rhaenys nodded her head with a sad expression. "As does Rhaella." She added to the younger woman beside her. "My cousin, your father...possessed a kind heart."

Rhaenyra didn't know what to say, only stare at the pair with sad eyes. Rhaenys moved towards Rhaenyra, as Rhaella stood at the end of the table, unable to move. "There is more." Rhaenys added, looking over to Rhaella, who kept her eyes down. "Aegon has been crowned as his successor."

Rhaenyra's eyes met Rhaenys, a hiss leaving her lips as she held onto her stomach. "They crowned him?" Rhaenyra asked, looking down at her swollen stomach as her voice broke. Rhaella knew her brother had no want to rule, that is why he had run away. It was her mother and Otto that desired him on the throne.

"How did Viserys die?" Daemon spoke up, his eyes looking between Rhaenys and Rhaella. Rhaenys looked over to Rhaella, who cleared her throat.

"My mother said he passed in his sleep, peacefully." Rhaella breathed out, blinking away her own tears as she looked over at Daemon. "She claimed that he whispered to her in his final breaths...that..." Rhaella swallowed thickly, curling her shaking hands into fists. "That he wanted Aegon to succeed him."

"How long ago?" Rhaenyra cried out, her hand still on her stomach as she searched for answers in Rhaella's eyes

"A day past, perhaps two." Rhaenys answered, looking over at Rhaenyra. "I was made a prisoner in my quarters while the Queen made her perpetrations. Rhaella helped me escape." Rhaenys looked over to Rhaella with a grateful expression.

"Viserys had been slain." Daemon immediately said, turning to his wife as he harshly spoke.

"Alicent demanded you declare for Aegon." Rhaenyra uttered as she stared at the two women with teary eyes.

"She did." Rhaenys nodded her head, looking over to Rhaella. "I refused her."

"As did I." Rhaella sucked in a breath, her eyes on Rhaenyra. "I would not bend the knee to Aegon, of all people, when I knew our father wanted you on that throne." Rhaella said confidently, standing up straight as Rhaenyra nodded her head, grateful to have Rhaella.

"The High Septon crowned Aegon in the Dragonpit. We witnessed it ourselves before we fled on Meleys and Meraxes." Rhaenys continued as Rhaenyra hissed in pain once more, holding onto her stomach, which made Rhaella frown.

"They crowned him before the masses." Rhaenyra uttered, shaking her head at the betrayal she had faced.

"So that the masses would see him as their rightful king." Rhaenys informed her, hands clasped in front of her.

"That whore of a Queen murdered my brother and stole his throne." Daemon muttered, his words spitting out like fire. "And you both could've burned them all for it." Daemon looked between the two.

"A war is like to be fought over this treachery, to be sure." Rhaenys went to defend herself and Rhaella. "But that war is not mine—or Rhaella's—to begin." Rhaenys told Daemon. "I only rushed this warning to you out of loyalty to my husband and to my house." Rhaenys looked over to Rhaella. "And Rhaella knows where her loyalties lie. Becoming a traitor to the eyes of her family." Rhaella nodded her head. "The Greens are coming for you, Rhaenyra. And for your children." Rhaenys warned her before turning around. "You should leave DragonStone at once."

Rhaenys walked to Rhaella's side, hand on her arm as Rhaella looked up to her. "You are welcome to stay with me." Rhaenys offered as Rhaella shook her head.

"I do not want to bare you with the burden of having me, Princess." Rhaella softly spoke as she looked over to Rhaenyra. "If you would have me?"

Rhaenyra looked up at her, blinking away her tears as she nodded her head at her younger sister. "Of course, sweet girl." She quietly spoke, nodded her head as Rhaella smiled, bowing her head.

"Thank you, sister." Rhaella bowed her head, saying her farewell to Rhaenys. But they were interrupted as Rhaenyra leaned forward, crying out in pain.

Rhaenyra placed her hand under her dress before retrieving it, seeing blood in her palm. Rhaella's eyes widened as she stared at her sister. "The babe is coming." Rhaenyra uttered as Rhaella slowly made her way towards her.

"Do you need help, sister?" Rhaella asked, holding onto her arm as Rhaenyra shook her head, a cry leaving her lips.

"No." She cried out, shaking her head. "I will be fine." Rhaella hesitated before taking her hand away. "Get Jacaerys and Lucerys."

Rhaella immediately nodded her head as she turned around, going to one of the guards, the guard aiding her of where to go.

Rhaella stepped onto the sand, watching as her nephews trained near the sea. She had to admit, Dragonstone was beautiful.

"Nephews!" She called out towards them, both of them turning with a frown as they saw her. "Your lady mother needs to see you! Both of you!" She called to them, walking towards them as Lucerys quickly stood up.

"Why are you here, aunt?" Jacaerys asked as he walked towards her. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, but your mother needs you." Rhaella reached out to hold onto his arm, looking down at Lucerys. "She will explain."

Rhaenyra had lost her child in birth. Rhaella had been there to aid Rhaenyra, not leaving her side.

Rhaenyra was in pain, and Rhaella couldn't leave her. And when she had given birth, the babe was a stillborn.

Rhaenyra cradled her babe girl in her arms, crying out at the gods for being cruel.

Rhaella stood beside her nephews, hands on their shoulders as Joffrey stood in front of her. Rhaella bowed her head as Rhaenyra and Daemon placed the stillborn in the fire.

Rhaella lifted her head as she head footsteps, her eyes widening as she saw Ser Erryk move towards Daemon and Rhaenyra.

"I mean no harm, brothers." Ser Erryk declared as the guards pulled out their swords. He took off his helmet as the guards lowered their swords, letting him walk towards Daemon.

He kneeled down, opening his pack and pulling out a crown. Rhaella's stare softened as she looked up at Rhaenyra, who had turned around.

"I swear to ward the Queen." Ser Erryk started as he held out the crown in front of him. "With all my strength...and give my blood for hers." Rhaenyra slowly made her way towards him. "I shall take no wife...hold no lands...father no children." He said as Daemon took the crown from his hands. "I shall guard her secrets...obey her commands...ride at her side, and defend her name and honour."

Rhaella looked up at Rhaenyra, who stepped forwards, letting Daemon place the crown on her head before bowing in front of her.

Rhaella watched as everyone around got down on their knees, and Rhaella did the same white her nephews, bending the knee to the true queen.

Queen Rhaenyra.

Rhaella stood at the table, her hand instantly going to hold her sword in comfort. She turned her head when she saw Queen Rhaenyra walks down the steps, crown on her head.

"Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, First Of Her Name, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First men." Daemon spoke as he stood at the end of the table. "Lady of the Seven kingdoms and Protector of the Realm."

Rhaella bowed her head, smile on her face as Rhaenyra stepped forward. "Wine, My Queen." Rhaena stepped forward, cup in her hand, which Rhaenyra took with a smile.

"Thank you, Rhaena." Rhaenyra held the cup as she walked towards the table. "Come." Rhaena followed her to the table, Baela following.

Rhaella watched as Rhaenyra shared a look with her husband before speaking. "What is our standing?" Rhaenyra asked.

"We have thirty knights, a hundred crossbow men, and three hundred men-at-arms." Daemon started, hand on his sword. "Dragonstone is relatively easy to defend, but as an instrument of conquest, our army leaves a lot to be desired. We have sent word to my loyal men in the City Watch." Daemon continued. "I'll have some support there, but I cannot speak for the numbers."

"We already have declarations form Celtigaf and Staunton." Someone else spoke up, turning to Rhaenyra. "Massey, Darklyn, Bar Emmon." He listened.

"My lady mother was an Arryn." Rhaenyra spoke, her hands clasped in front of her. "The Vale will not turn cloak against their own kin." Jacaerys stepped forward and placed a piece on the table.

"Riverrun was always a close friend to your father, Your Grace." The maester spoke, nodding his head at Rhaenyra. "With Prince Daemon's acquiescence, I've already sent ravens to Lord Grover."

"Lord Grover is fickle and easily swayed." Rhaenyra looked up at her husband with a sharp look. "He will need to be convinced of the strength of our position and that we will support him should it come to war."

"I'm going to treat with him myself." Daemon simply said, hand still on his sword.

"What if Storm's End and Winterfell?" Someone else spoke as Rhaella bit her tongue, having her own proposition to add to the table.

"There has never lived a Stark who forgot an oath." Another one spoke as he stared at Rhaenyra.

Rhaella cleared her throat, looking over to Rhaenyra. "If I may, Your Grace?" Rhaella spoke, Rhaenyra nodded her head as Rhaella breathed out, dropping her hand from her sword. "Before, Alicent wanted me to betroth Lord Cregan Stark." Rhaenyra nodded her head, remembering that conversation she had with Alicent, and his Rhaella had written her multiple letters about how Alicent treated her as if she was a pawn. "Perhaps she was planning on usurping Aegon before-hand. Perhaps she wanted to use me as a way to strengthen Aegon's place on the iron throne and The Norths loyalty." She breathed out as Rhaenyra nodded her head for her to continue.

"Perhaps we ask to betroth me to Lord Cregan Stark to strengthen your claim, and their loyalties to the Blacks. Where the Starks follow, as with the whole of The North." Rhaella suggested as Rhaenyra tilted her head.

"You would put yourself up for that?" Rhaenyra questioned as Rhaella nodded her head, fidgeting with her hands. Rhaenyra softly smiled at her younger sister, wanting to reach out to her.

"Yes, for you, My Queen." Rhaella nodded her head, smile on her face. "Winterfell already know of the proposal, as does Lord Stark, but I never agreed to the proposal." Rhaella slowly nodded as she fidgeted with her rings. "Perhaps we will get them on our side by the betrothal."

"That is a bold decision, sweet girl." Rhaenyra nodded her head, dropping her hands to the side. "Are you sure of it?" Rhaenys questioned, knowing Rhaella only wanted to marry for love, not forced arrangements. She did not want to put that burden on her sister.

"I am sure, Your Grace." Rhaella confidently nodded her head, soft smile on her face.

"Very well, we will have ravens sent to Winterfell about the proposal." Daemon nodded his head at Rhaella, smirk on his face as he watched her move the piece onto Winterfell.

"What news from Driftmark?" Rhaenyra turned to Rhaenys, looking over at her.

"Lord Corlys sails for Dragonstone." Rhaenys answered, arms crossed in front of her.

"To declare for his Queen." Daemon spoke, slowly nodding his head as Rhaenys turned to him, raising a brow.

"The Velaryon fleet is in my husband's yoke." Rhaenys spoke, tilting her head to the side. "He decided where they sail."

"We shall pray for both you and your husband's support." Rhaenyra nodded her head, keeping her eyes on Rhaenys. "Just as we prayed nightly for the Sea Snake's return to good health."

Rhaenys nodded her head as Rhaenyra continued. "There's no port on the Narrow Sea would dare to make an enemy of the Velaryon fleet." Rhaenyra turned back around. "And our enemies?"

"We have no friends among the Lannisters." Daemon voiced, shaking his head. Rhaella never liked the Lannisters anyways. "Roland has served the Hand too long to turn against him. And Otto Hightower needs the Lannisters fleet." Daemon said, hand in his sword.

"Without the Lannisters, we are not like to find any allies west of the Golden Tooth." Rhaenyra shook her head as Daemond answered with a no.

"The Riverlands are essential, Your Grace." Daemon looked down for a moment, shaking his head.

"Pray forgive my bluntness, Your Grace, but talk of the men is moot." One of the men spoke up, looking up to Rhaenyra. "Your cause owns a power that has not been seen in this world since the days of Old Valyria." He said. "Dragons."

"The Greens have dragons as well." Rhaenyra reminded them, making Daemon sigh.

"They have three adults, by my count." Daemon quickly said. "Since Rhaella is on our side, that is one less dragon to defend them." Rhaella nodded her head at Daemon's words. "We have Syrax, Caraxes, Meleys and Meraxes." Daemon said as he looked at the dragon riders. "Your sons have Vermax, Arrax and Tyraxes." He continued to point out. "Baela has Moondancer."

"Daemon, none of our dragons have been to war." Rhaenyra reminded him, shaking her head at his words.

"There are also unclaimed dragons." Daemon continued, listing the dragons one by one. "Seasmoke still resides on Driftmark. Vermithor and Silverwimg dwell on the Dragonmont, still riderless." Rhaena looked up at those words. "Then there are three wild dragons, all of whom nest here."

"And who is to ride them?" Rhaenyra questioned, frown on her face.

"Dragonstone has fourteen to their four. I also have a score of eggs incubating in the Dragonmont." Daemon continued as Rhaella lifted her head, seeing Ser Erryk move away from the table. "Now, we need a place to gather, a toehold large enough to house a sizeable host." He said as he moved around the table. "Here, at Harrenhal." He placed the piece down. "We cut off the west, surround King's Landing with the dragons. And we could have every Green head mounted on spikes before the fucking moon turns."

"Your Grace." Rhaella turned her head to Ser Erryk, who turned to Rhaenyra. "A ship has been sighted offshore: a lone galleon, flying a banner of a three-headed green dragon." Rhaella clenched her jaw, hand going to her sword.

"Alert the watchtowers. Sight the skies." Daemon ordered as he went to grab his sword.

"I will come with." Rhaella instantly said, nodding her head at Rheanyra. "It will possibly be Otto, I have a few things I would like to say." Rhaella followed Daemon, who nodded his head at her words.

Rhaella stood on the bridge, Daemon at her side. She held onto her sword, eyeing the green flags that grew closer.

She was right. Otto Hightower walked towards them, guards behind him. Rhaella fought back a scoff as she saw her grandsire.

"I come at the behest of the Dowager Queen Alicent." Otto started as Daemon stopped walking back and forth. "Mother of King Aegon, Second of His Name, Lord and Protector of the Seven Kingdoms." Rhaella rolled her eyes, looking up at Daemon, who scoffed. "I've been directed to deliver her message only to Princess Rhaenyra. Where is the Princess?"

"The Queen will be here." Rhaella spoke up, looking from her hands and up to him, a sarcastic smile on her face.

And when she said that, the squeal of a dragon being heard in the distance. Rhaella didn't need to look up to know it was Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra landed behind the crowd of Otto's men, swiftly getting off her dragon and walking past the guards and towards Rhaella and Daemon.

"Princess Rhaenyra." Otto nodded his head as Rhaenyra lifted her head up.

"I'm Queen Rhaenyra now." Rhaenyra tilted her head, challenging Otto as she stared at him. "And you all are traitors to the realm."

"King Aegon Targaryen, Second of His name, in his wisdom and desire for peace, is offering terms." Otto told them as Rhaella scoffed, which made him raise his brow.

"Aegon? Or you and Alicent?" Rhaella raised a brow, shrugging her shoulders. She knew what Aegon was like, and he would want to burn everyone who disagreed with him.

"King Aegon, grandaughter—also your brother, if I need not to remind you." Otto harshly said as Rhaenyra moved closer to Rhaella.

"You do not need to remind me of such things, Otto." Rhaella gritted her teeth, narrowing her eyes as her hand tightening on her sword. Rhaenyra softly reached out to her sister, squeezing her shoulder and aiding her to clam down.  "What are these terms?"

"Acknowledge Aegon as king and swear obeisance before the Iron Throne." Otto started, his eyes moving back to Rhaenyra. "In exchange, His Grace will confirm your possession of Dragonstone. It will pass to your reborn son, Jacaerys, upon your death. Lucerys will be confirmed as the legitimate heir to Driftmark and all the lands and holdings of House Velaryon. Your sons by Prince Daemon will also be given places of high honour at court: Aegon the Younger as the King's Squire, Viserys as his cupbearer. Finally, the King, in his good grace, will pardon any knight of Lord who conspired against his ascent. And that his sister would be welcomed back...with open arms."

Rhaella rolled her eyes, looking at Rhaenyra and Daemon. "I would rather feed my sons to the dragons than have them carry shields and cups for your drunken, usurper cunt of a king." Daemon harshly said, squeezing his sword.

"Aegon Targaryen sits the Iron Throne." Otto declared, lifting his head high. "He wears the Conqueror's crown, wields the Conqueror's sword, has the Conquerors name. He was anointed by a septon of the Faith before the eyes of thousands." He hissed as Rhaella clenched her jaw. "Every symbol of legitimacy belongs to him. And then there is Stark, Tully, Baratheon." He then said as Rhaella turned her glance to Rhaenyra. "Houses that have also received, and are at present, considering generous terms from their king."

"And how have you planned to get the Starks on your side, without your pawn?" Rhaella smirked slightly, knowing of her and Rhaenyra's plan to win the Starks over. Otto raised his brow at her words, but Rhaella nodded her head at Rhaenyra.

"Stark, Tully, and Baratheon all swore to me when King Viserys named me his heir." Rhaenyra reminded him, holding onto her hands with narrowed eyes.

"Stale oaths will not put you on the Iron Throne, Princess." Otto simply said, shaking his head at her words as he stepped forward, making Rhaella tighten her grip on her sword. "The succession changed the day your father sired a son. I only regret that you and he were the last to see the truth of it."

Rhaenyra, who had heard enough, walked forwards and ripped the hand symbol from his cloak and throwing it away. "You are no more Hand than Aegon is king, you fucking traitor!" Rhaenyra hissed, her words sharp.

"Grand Maester." Otto said after a moment of silence, his eyes burning into Rhaenyra's. The Maester stepped forward, passing something to Otto, who took it.

"What the fuck is this?" Daemon hissed, stepping forwards as he looked at the paper in Otto's hand.

Otto passed it over to Rhaenyra, who quickly opened it, reading the words. Rhaella frowned, not understanding. "Queen Alicent has not forgotten the love you once had for each other." Rhaella looked up at the mention of her mother. "No blood need to be spilled, so the realm can carry on in peace. Queen Alicent eagerly awaits your answer." Otto told her, looking away from Rhaenyra.

"She can have her answer now, stuffed in her father's mouth along with his withered cock." Daemon was quick to say with harsh words. "Let's end this mummer's farce." He took out his sword, making take out their swords.

Rhaella followed, pulling out her sword and squeezing into it with narrated eyes. "Ser Erryk, bring me Lord Hightower so I may take the pleasure myself." Daemon continued. Rhaella didn't care for her grandsire, she had no reason to. He had never cared for her. And he was a traitor. She would feed him to her own dragon.

Everyone turned when Syrax screeched out, flapping her wings as Rhaenyra stared up at her. "No." Rhaenyra said, making Rhaella frown. When Daemon stopped his sword, as did Rhaella. "King's landing will have my answer on the morrow." She simply said white turning around and walking away, making Daemon and Rhaella follow.

Rhaella stood at the end of the table beside her nephews, staring at Rhaenyra, who sat on the other head as the people around the table spoke.

"The lord of the ties!" Rhaella looked up at the guards words, standing straight as Rhaenyra stood up swiftly. "Lord Corlys Velaryon...and his wife, the Princess Rhaenys Targaryen." Ser Erryk finished as Corlys walked in, Rhaenys by his side.

His cane echoed with every move he made towards the table, Baela and Rhaena moving towards Jacaerys, Lucerys and Rhaella.

"Lord Corlys." Rhaenyra immediately spoke, nodding her head at the man. "It brings much relief to see you hale and healthy again."

"I'm very sorry about your father, Princess." Corlys nodded his head, turning to Rhaella and acknowledging her presence with a nod, to which she sent back. "He was a good man." He said before turning to the table. "Where is Daemon?" He asked.

"There were other concerns which demanded the Prince's attention." Rhaenyra answered him, lowering her head. Corlys nodded his head, limping towards the table as he looked down at it.

"Your declared allies?" Lord Corlys asked, pointing to the pieces on the table. Rhaenyra answered with a swift 'yes'. "Too few to win a war for the throne." Corlys hummed.

"Well, see would also hope to have the support of Houses Arryn, Baratheon, and Stark." Rhaenyra nodded her head, looking down at the table.

"Hope." Corlys shook his head. "Is the fool's ally." He told her as Rhaenyra lifted her head.

"Both Arryn and Baratheon share blood with my house." Rhaenyra then looked over to Rhaella. "And Princess Rhaella proposed to be betrothed to Lord Cregan Stark to gain their loyalty. But all of her swore oaths to me." Rhaenyra turned back to Lord Corlys.

"As did House Hightower..." Lord Corlys reminded her, tilting his head to the side. "If I remember."

"As did you, Lord Corlys." Rhaenyra fired back at him, breathing out as she spoke. The man nodded his head, looking around at the people around the table before turning back to Rhaenyra.

"Your father's realm...was one of justice and honour." Lord Corlys started as he stared at Rhaenyra. "Our houses are bound by common blood and common cause. This Hightower treason cannot stand." He declared as he moved towards Rhaenyra. "You have the full support of our fleet and house. Your Grace." He bowed his head.

Rhaella smiled at Rhaenyra, watching as her army grew. "You honour me, Lord Corlys." Rhaenyra breathed in, nodding her head at his words. She then turned around. "Princess Rhaenys." She nodded her head at the woman. "But, as I said to my bannermen, I made a promise to my father to hold the realm strong and united." She slowly nodded her head once more. "If war's first stoke is to fall, it will not be by my hand." Rhaenyra insisted.

"You do not mean to act?" Lord Corlys titled his head at Rhaenyra.

"Taking caution does not mean standing first." Rhaenyra reminded him, crossing her arms in front of her. "I wish to know who my allies are before I send them to war." She said as Corlys walked towards her.

"The consequence of my near-demise in the Stepstones...is that we now control them." Lord Corlys announced to the table. "I took care to fully garrison the territory this time. A total blockade of the shipping lanes will be in place in days, if not already. The Triarchy have been routed. The Narrow Sea is ours." He nodded at Rhaenyra. "If we further seal the Gullet, we can cut off all seaborne travel and trade to King's landing." He pointed to the table.

"I shall take Meleys and patrol the Gullet myself." Rhaenys stepped forward, offering Rhaenyra a smile, which Rhaenyra sent back.

"When we drain the Narrow Sea, we can surround King's Landing, lay siege to the Red Keep, and force the Green's to surrender." Another man said as he looked at Rhaenyra.

"If we are to have enough swords to surround King's Landing, we must first secure the support of Winterfell, The Eyrie, and Storm's End." Rhaenyra remained as she leaned on the table.

"I'll prepare the ravens, Your Grace." The Grand Maester offered, which made Rhaella stand straight.

"We should bear those messages." Jacaerys suggested, as if he had read Rhaella's mind. "Dragons can fly faster than ravens and they're more convincing." He nodded his head as he gestured to himself, Lucerys and Rhaella. "Send us."

"The Prince is right, Your Grace." Lord Corlys nodded his head as he turned to Rhaenyra.

"Very well." Rhaenyra nodded her head at the three. "Princess Rhaella will fly north, to Winterfell, securing the betrothal of herself and Lord Cregan Stark for the support of the North." Rhaella nodded her head with a smile. "As will Prince Jacaerys, he'll go to the Eyrie to see my mother's cousin, the Lady Jeyne Arryn." She nodded at the two, who agreed. "Prince Lucerys will fly south to Storm's End and treat with Lord Borros Baratheon." He told him, making Luke nod his head. "We must remind these lords of the parts they swore. And...the cost of breaking them."

Rhaella nodded her head, her grip loosening on her sword as she stared at Rhaenyra, confident that Rhaenyra would uphold the Seven Kingdoms

Rhaella got ready for her flight, meeting her nephews outside and seeing Rhaenyra waiting for them.

Rhaella held her sword as she stood between her nephews, standing before Rhaenyra. "It's been said that as Targaryens, we are closer to gods than to men." Rhaenyra started, staring at the three. "And the Iron Throne puts us a touch closer, perhaps. But, if we are to serve the Seven Kingdoms...we must answer to their gods. If you take this errand, you go as messengers...not warriors." Rhaenyra reminded them with a shake of her head. "You just take no part in any fighting. Swear it to me now under the eyes of the Seven."

Rhaenyra turned to the man beside him, who held a book in his hands. Rhaella looked at the book, then her older sister. Lucerys was first to stop forward, placing his hand on the book. "I swear it." He promised his mother.

Rhaella softly nodded her head, placing her hand on the book and staring at Rhaenyra. "I swear it." She promised, keeping her hand on the book. Jacaerys then did the same, swearing it.

"Thank you." She nodded to the man who turned around, the three's hands dropping from the book as he walked away. She then turned to Rhaella. "Cregan Stark is close to your age than is mine." Rhaenyra told Rhaella, who nodded her head. Good, she did not want to be forced to marry an old man. "I would hope that this betrothal you have proposed will unite them to us." Rheanyra handed Rhaella a scroll, which Rhaella took with a nod of her head. "I admire your loyalty to me for doing this, my sweet girl."

Rheanyra reached out and held Rhaella's chin with a smile, making her smile back. "Of course, Your Grace. As I get there, I will send a raven on my safe travels and of what The North say." Rhaella nodded her head as Rhaenyra stoked her cheek, moving forwards to press a kiss on the crown of Rhaella's before pulling her hand back. "I shall take my leave now, sister." Rhaella bowed her head.

"I hope you'll both will be careful." Rhaella told Jacaerys and Lucerys, pulling them both into a hug. She squeezed Jace's arm and pressed a gentle kiss on Luke's head before retreating and walking towards the steps and to her dragon.

She prayed that trip to The North would be easy, that her travels would be safe, as well as Jacaerys and Lucerys' travels. She knew that this betrothal would make her stay in the North, which she did not entirely want. But this was for her sister's cause, to strengthen The Norths loyalty to Queen Rhaenyra.

And she would do anything to secure Rhaenyra's place on the throne—the throne that was rightfully hers.

And she would do anything to strengthen Rhaenyra's claim, even if that was to fly to Winterfell and accept Lord Cregans Stark's hand in marriage.

— madeleines notes.

AYYY ITS STARTING LADIES AND GENTS.

Sorry for the long ass chapter. YOLO

Rhaella loved her family deeply. Even her brothers. But YOUR GIRL KNOWS WHAT IS WRONG AND RIGHT.

stop I've been obsessed with the last kingdom recently and OMG.. FINAN AND SIHTRIC!??

smash. Nothing more. Smash.

That is why I have a Finan fic, and using sihtric as the faceclaim for Cregan Stark. YOLO 🎀🎀

I hope yall are having a good summer, love ya all 🥰

29th July 2024
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