129 AC

____________________

KING'S LANDINGS

Aemond didn't hate his wife, but he was ignoring her for feeling sorry for what he did. He didn't know how to apologize and didn't know whether or not she would take his apology. The two of them wouldn't talk to each other, even if they had been married for 4 years now, but nothing.

It was safe to say, that Rhaenya was calm and on her own, she hated mostly everything and sat in her chambers as long as she could. Meals would be left for her outside, and she wouldn't do quite anything. Most anyone had seen her talk to Lady Elaena but that was nothing compared to what she would usually do.

No one came to visit Rhaenya, no one, she was all alone, that's what she thought was going on, yet everyone was waiting outside. Her mother, sister, and brother never knew if it was safe to go inside. Soon Rhaenya decided she was going to head to Dragonstone. She wasn't going to tell anyone, besides Lady Elaena who was helping her travel there with her parents.

Lady Elaena helped Rhaenya disguise herself so she wouldn't be seen leaving. Her hair was non-permanently dyed brown, and she had a tight-fitting dress that showed her small pregnant belly. No one was going to know, she put her hood up and a chest of hers was already loaded onto the boat she looked back at her room.

She quickly headed out, and before anyone would notice, she was on the ship with Elaena and her family. Lady Caswell, Elaena's foster mother, came beside her and put her hand on Rhaenya's shoulder.

"You are doing the right thing," she said to Rhaenya, as she looked down at the water. "You should rest, you seem exhausted,"

Rhaenya slowly nodded, her body felt numb it didn't feel right to be leaving her home. The journey was going to be a long way, but she was going to be patient with the trip.

"I will go rest, I will need energy when I arrive at Dragonstone," she smiled before heading underneath the boat to the bed areas.

Helaena had enough of waiting around till her sister came out, so she decided to barge into her sister's room and finally get her out of there. When she walked in, the room was silent, just breathing as a girl lay in her bed.

"Rhae," Helaena whispered, sitting on her bed. She was going to try her best to get her sister out of her room.

"GO AWAY!" Rhaenya yelled as she covered her face under the sheets.

Helaena's eyes bore into the decoy, a mix of frustration and determination evident. "You can drop the act. I know you're not my sister. Now, where is Rhaenya?"

The decoy's response lacked emotion, a stoic facade maintained. "I have direct orders. I cannot reveal her location."

Helaena's calm demeanor persisted. "Orders or not, I am the Queen. Tell me, or face the consequences."

The decoy hesitated for a moment, then blurted out, "Prince Daeron knows." As she stood to remove the fake pregnancy belly, the tension in the room escalated.

Helaena, unimpressed, examined the decoy's exposed stomach. "Take it off. Your charade is over."

Before the atmosphere could settle, the door burst open, revealing the Queen Dowager, Alicent. Shock painted her face as she took in the scene – her real daughter and a decoy, both resembling her youngest.

Helaena attempted to explain, "It's not what it looks like."

Alicent's gaze was stern. "Daeron, where is your sister?" She seized him by the ear, prompting a wince from him.

"I don't know!" Daeron pleaded, feeling the pain. "Please, let my ear go!"

Alicent tightened her grip, demanding answers. "Where is your sister?"

Daeron, now desperate, shifted the blame. "Ask her! I don't know anything!" He turned to the decoy, "Varna, where is Rhaenya?" The room echoed with the tension between secrecy and revelation.

"She left on a boat, she said not to mention anything else and said that you would know! She said she would pay my duties, and I promise that's all I know!"

Daeron looked at her mother, "Doru-borto Mandia, Zaldrīzesdōron," He cursed under his breath in Valyrian.

In the dimly lit chambers of Princess Rhaenya, Varna exchanged a knowing glance with Daeron. A subtle smile played on her lips, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken understanding between them.

Alicent's impatience flared. "What? Where is she?" Her eyes bore into Daeron, awaiting an answer.

"Dragonstone," Varna whispered, the words almost lost in the air, a secret shared only with Daeron.

"Helaena?" Alicent turned her attention to the queen, seeking confirmation.

"I do not know," Helaena fibbed, the fake pregnancy belly discarded on the bed.

Alicent erupted in frustration. "Fuck!" She stormed out, determined to find her husband and unveil the truth.

Daeron, taking a moment of respite, lounged in his sister's chair, a mischievous grin on his face. "Varna, I see your lessons are coming along."

"Aemond's teaching well," Varna replied, catching the siblings off guard. "What?"

The revelation hung in the air, a heavy silence following the unspoken truth. "Aemond is Princess Rhaenya's husband... please don't—"

Varna abruptly left the room, avoiding eye contact as she made a swift exit, leaving a palpable tension behind.

Daeron's anger flared. His sister's chair became the target of his frustration as he rose, shouting, "Fucking cheating bastard!" The chair crashed against the floor, the resounding thud echoing through the chamber.

Helaena, startled, covered her ears, empathizing with her brother's loud outburst.

There tension in the room, Daeron couldn't bother to look at anything, as he could feel the angry burning inside of him.

"You know, Aemond never cared about her? He only wants to protect her from Jace, that's it! Imagine she had married Jacaerys! He wouldn't have a problem with her, but now she doesn't do anything since she's depressed and pregnant and now he's fucking more people. Just because his wife can't because he got her pregnant and she is boring!" Daeron angrily ranted at his sister.

Helaena couldn't agree more with what her brother had said, "We don't tell anyone she's at Dragonstone, we must keep her there, where she's happy, she needs Jace,"

Daeron didn't say anything before he picked up the chair and placed it back into its place. Helaena reached for his hand, "She will be fine, I promise,"

Daeron looked at his sister and nodded before walking with his elder sister out of his sister's room, he looked back but the door closed before he could look at it more.

119 AC

____________________

KING'S LANDINGS

"Rhaenyra, come here," Her father called at her when Rhaenya looked up to see who he was calling for, but Rhaenyra wasn't there. Viserys leaned his head back in frustration, and he cleared his throat.

"Rhaenya," Viserys said again as Rhaenya got up from the floor and curtsied at the King.

"Father," Rhaenya nervously said, she was only six years old and quite skinny for her age.

Visitors tapped on his lap while he had a book in it. She smiled as she looked down at the book and then at her father, "Come grab a chair I want to read you some stories,"

Rhaenya sat next to her father and he slowly read her stories about dragons around the world. She was amazed, and she rested on her father's shoulder as he continued to read to her.

"Father, we shall go see my dragon!" Rhaenya excitedly whispered the child was happy to be even close to her father.

Viserys looked at her, the man looked extremely tired and ill, "Dragons..." He sighed, "Dragons are just too big,"

Rhaenya frowned, "She is not big at all! She is small, compared to sister Rhaenyra! I also found another Dragon egg!"

The King looked at his daughter, "For who?"

She shrugged, and she held her father's hand before she cut herself off... "Do I remind you of Rhaenyra?"

Viserys groaned leaning down into his chair even more, "You are Rhaenyra,"

Rhaenya looked down at her feet and smiled, but then the door opened and Alicent walked in. Her daughter picked up the book from her father's lap and then she faced her mother as her face disappeared.

129 AC

____________________

ON THE SEA:

Rhaenya woke up, she was sweating and looked at the water outside, they were still traveling. She remembered her father so clearly, calling her Rhaenyra. It was already dark and Lady Elaena came by her side. "We are almost here,"

She smiled as she put her head on Elaena's shoulder, "How long was I asleep?"

"A while, but you got through all the tough parts of being in the sea," Elaena kissed the Princess's head.

The small affection Elaena gave to the princess made her feel comforted and loved, something she didn't quite receive as a child. She didn't worry about things that went on at home, she couldn't care less, she wanted to be safe with Rhaenyra.

She looked outside once again, and she held her belly, "We will finally be safe,"

Lady Elaena held her hand, as Rhaenya laid back in the bed wrapping herself in the blanket.

"My parents are loyal to the Princess, you will be safe for sure now," Elaena smiled at her, trying to comfort the princess.

Meanwhile, back at King's Landing, the castle was on lockdown, as this wasn't the first time the princess had escaped the castle, Otto Hightower and his old body couldn't handle anymore but Ser Criston was going to find her and bring her to her mother.

"That stupid cunt," He groaned as he was walking through the castle, "Why can't anyone get in control of her?"

"Shut your mouth!" Daeron yelled from the other side of the courtside, the daring prince might kill someone for his twin sister.

"Your sister is a stupid bitch, she is a failure and a disappointment to the family," Ser Criston confronted im now at the two-face meeting.

Daeron's hands went to his sword that he yet had to have the nerve to pull out. It was too dark to even see one another, but the grip on the handle was strong.

"Say anything about my sister again, and I will have you killed in cold blood," Daeron threatened now he had his sword pointed outward.

"You are one foolish prince," Ser Criston chuckled as he laughed heading back into the chambers. "I will find that bitch first thing tomorrow,"

"Pussy!" Daeron yelled back, before he went back to his chambers, praying that his sister was safe.

129 AC

____________________

DRAGONSTONE

Finally, the ship had arrived at Dragonstone, Elaena dragged Rhaenya out of bed and she couldn't wait to see Rhaenyra and Jace. She wore a green dress and a black dress that she just pinned her hair back in a bun.

"Princess Rhaenya Targaryen," Daemon's voice cut through the air, accompanied by a subtle tilt of his head as he appraised her.

"Prince Daemon," Rhaenya responded, meeting his gaze with a steady demeanor, resilient against the tension that lingered between them.

"Rhaenya!" Jace's enthusiastic voice broke the uneasy atmosphere as he rushed over, nudging Daemon aside to envelop her in a tight hug. His joy at reuniting with his best friend radiated through the embrace, and he couldn't help but kiss her hands in a display of affection.

"My prince," Rhaenya playfully remarked, attempting to stifle her laughter at Jace's theatrical gesture.

Luke, with unruly curls and an infectious smile, joined the gathering. His face lit up at the sight of the princess, abandoning a sword in favor of rushing into her arms. "RHAENYA!" he exclaimed, the sheer excitement evident in his voice.

"Luke!" Rhaenya reciprocated the hug, her laughter bubbling up as she embraced the charming boy she had missed dearly.

As if they hadn't seen each other days before, Luke couldn't resist sharing a complaint. "Rhaenya! Jace isn't being nice to me!"

Rhaenya's gaze shifted to Jace, a stern expression crossing her face. "Jacaerys, be nice to your brother!" A swift smack on Jace's back punctuated her command.

"Ow!" Jace protested, earning a playful face from Rhaenya, who dismissed him with a shake of her head. "Man up, you aren't a child anymore."

"Jace is a five-year-old," Luke teased, his laughter intertwining with the camaraderie.

Before the banter could escalate, Rhaenya intervened. "Let's head inside. I want to see your mother." She took Luke's hand, casting a glance at Elaena to follow, leading the group toward the warmth of the indoors as their shared laughter echoed in the air.

Rhaenya's room was dimly lit, but when Rhaenys entered, a soft glow illuminated her face. The tension lifted, replaced by a warmth only found between sisters. Rhaenya, with a mix of relief and genuine joy, hurried over to embrace her.

"Sister!" Rhaenya's hug was deep, an unspoken reassurance that she was finally in the sanctuary of her sister's arms.

"Rhaenya," Rhaenyra's smile softened, erasing the weight of conflicts with the Greens from her expression.

Their embrace lingered, as it felt so long since the two had shared a hug.

Rhaenys, sensing the need for privacy, swiftly ushered the boys out, leaving the room for the sisters to share their moments undisturbed.

"I couldn't stop them, I tried, but they wouldn't listen!" Rhaenya's urgency cut through the air as she addressed both Rhaenyra and Rhaenys. "She never does, you know my mother!"

Rhaenyra held her sister close, a gesture of understanding. "You couldn't do anything about it, whether you tried or not."

"He stole the throne away from you..." Rhaenya's gaze dropped to her feet, haunted by the memories of that night. Her hands instinctively rose to her neck, as if the oppressive weight of the past still lingered.

Rhaenys observed Rhaenya closely, noting the telltale signs of distress. As Rhaenya withdrew her hands, a faint redness remained on her neck, a silent witness to the unseen scars of that fateful night.

"Rhaenya... what happened that night?" Rhaenys's inquiry hung in the air, drawing Rhaenyra's attention, who fidgeted with her hands, sensing the gravity of the revelation about to unfold.

Acknowledging the need for honesty, Rhaenya confessed, "He slapped me that night, told me a whore doesn't belong on the throne..." The room held a heavy silence, the weight of unspeakable truths shaping the atmosphere between the sisters.

Rhaenya could remember everything she hated about him, she would still hate him after the child was born. "Aemond, he said it,"

Rhaenyra halted, her hand soothingly rubbing Rhaenya's back. She studied the young girl, recognizing the burden she bore – too young and entangled in affairs beyond her years.

Kissing her sister's forehead, Rhaenyra provided comfort in the best way she could. "Everything will be fine. Is Aurelys here?"

Rhaenya shook her head in the negative. She came on ship and she wasn't going to harm flying while she was 8 months pregnant.

"Good. You'll need her to get out of here once things go down. You must stay safe. Stick with Baela and Rhaena, understand?" Rhaenyra's words were clear and delivered with firm resolve.

Rhaenya met her sister's gaze. "I understand."

"Good. Now go." Rhaenyra ushered her sister away, intent on keeping her safe, Away from the coming chaos.

Rhaenya took her dress and stepped out of the room and she went to find Baela and Rhaena who sat in their rooms talking to one another.

"Rhaenya!" Baela exclaimed, rising and taking her hand. "What are you doing here?"

Rhaenya raised her hands with a playful shrug. "Surprise?" she said, opening her arms in a welcoming gesture.

Only months ago, jealousy over Baela's betrothal to Jace lingered in Rhaenya's heart, but the resentment had dissipated. Her husband promised care and kindness, changing the dynamics of their relationship.

Rhaena rushed into her arms, and Baela followed suit. "We missed you!"

"I missed you guys the most," Rhaenya replied, a genuine smile accompanying her embrace of the two.

"I see a lot has happened since the last time we saw you," Baela observed, placing a hand on her stomach. She smirked, as if it had only been a couple days since they saw each other.

Rhaenya rolled her eyes. "My stomach has only been growing for the time being. About to hit my last month soon! I am hoping it is a girl!"

As they caught up, the warm friendship between the friends flourished. Rhaenya, settling into a chair, held her stomach. "Don't get pregnant... ever..."

Rhaena and Baela chuckled, joining her and offering comforting gestures. "Not now," they assured.

Suddenly, the walls echoed with horrid screams, punctuated by cries—a sign of birth.

Baela exchanged a concerned glance with Rhaenya, who quietly revealed, "The babe is coming. Rhaenyra is giving birth."

"It is too early! The baby cannot come now!" Baela grasped Rhaenya's hand, her worry etched on her face.

Baela clung to her sister, attempting reassurance. "Rhaena, it will be alright."

Determined to help, Rhaenya started up the stairs, but Baela intervened. "She wouldn't want you in there," she softly said, her concern shifting to Rhaenya's condition. "You are also pregnant."

The unspoken understanding hung heavy in the air as decisions regarding the unexpected birth, that was to unfolded.

A/N: These next few chapters will be insane. I promise I'll try to update fast but there's a lot that's getting put into each chapter! so prepare yourselves 🖤 and I hope you are enjoying the rewrites!