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spoiler of fire and blood
and future spoilers of house of the dragon.
blood and cheese. warning.

119 AC :

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KING'S LANDINGS

Rhaenya hastily gathered her dress and sword, rushing through the corridors toward the training ground. Her heart pounded with excitement, the prospect of sparring with her brothers and nephews driving her forward.

However, her journey met an unexpected obstacle as she collided with the imposing figure of Ser Criston Cole.

"Where do you think you are going?" Ser Criston's stern voice halted the princess in her tracks.

"Hmmm, I wonder?" Rhaenya raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes.

"You are not allowed to go down there; your mother has already stated that multiple times," Ser Criston reiterated, blocking the determined princess.

"I am well-suited, though," Rhaenya retorted, gesturing toward her armor. "Are you scared I will one day be stronger than your boys?"

"No woman can ever be stronger than any man, remember that, young Princess Rhaenyra," Ser Criston remarked with a smile, attempting to impede her progress.

Undeterred, Rhaenya lifted her foot and delivered a swift kick to Ser Criston's shin.

"FUCKING CHILDREN!" Ser Criston shouted in pain, clutching his shin as Rhaenya gleefully evaded him.

With a triumphant laugh, she made her way outside, eager to find her brothers and nephews.

"Jace!" Rhaenya called out, running toward her brother and embracing him.

"Rhaenya!" Jacaerys smiled, reciprocating her hug. He was slightly taller than her, with brown eyes and hair.

Ser Harwin Strong observed the siblings, bowing to the young princess. Rhaenya acknowledged him with a small smile before unsheathing her sword.

She expressed her desire to spar with Aegon, pleading with puppy eyes, and Ser Harwin, after a moment's consideration, granted her request.

King Viserys watched the scene unfold from a window, enjoying the interaction between children . Alicent, however, voiced her disapproval, berating Rhaenya for her disobedience and unconventional pursuits.

"She does not listen! She is disobedient and rude!" Alicent chastised Viserys, who chuckled in response. "She's fine, she's happy. Do you not like seeing your children happy?"

A heated exchange between Viserys and Alicent ensued, with the queen expressing her frustration over Rhaenya's unconventional behavior.

Viserys, in a moment of jest, suggested marrying Rhaenya to Jacaerys, adding a touch of humor to the tense atmosphere.

"GO!" Ser Harwin's command brought attention back to the training ground, where Rhaenya and Aegon engaged in a spirited match.

Despite Ser Criston Cole's taunts and attempts to undermine her, Rhaenya proved her mettle, defeating her older brother.

Amidst the cheers of onlookers, Rhaenya basked in her victory, bowing to her father. Helaena joined her outside, offering a distraction in the form of a peculiar bug.

The sisters shared a moment of mischief, contemplating its use in a prank.

"Princess Rhaenyra!" Ser Criston's mocking shout caught Rhaenya's attention. Suppressing her anger, she turned to face him.

"My name is Rhaenya Targaryen," she corrected him defiantly. "People who don't listen deserve trash like this!"

With a well-aimed kick, Rhaenya delivered her retaliation, causing Ser Criston Cole to fall to the ground. Helaena and Jace shared a laugh, witnessing their sister's bold act.

The joyous atmosphere, however, was short-lived as Alicent stormed down to the training grounds.

Gripping Rhaenya's arm, she forcefully led her daughter away, leaving the echoes of Rhaenya's protests behind.

"LET GO OF MY ARM!" Rhaenya shouted, resisting her mother's grip. The confrontation continued in Alicent's chambers, where the queen expressed her frustration and disappointment with Rhaenya's behavior.

Amid the tension, the arrival of Rhaenyra, Rhaenya's elder sister, offered a momentary respite.

Rhaenya's eyes lit up as she embraced her sister, seeking the comfort from her sister during the tense moment.

"Hello," Rhaenyra greeted her younger sister, then to the Queen. "Your majesty."

The room remained tense as Rhaenyra explained that she had come to look for Rhaenya. Alicent, displeased by the interruption, dismissed them, promising punishment for Rhaenya later.

As Rhaenya and Rhaenyra shared a grateful glance, as the sisters shared a lovely bond...

129 AC :

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KING'S LANDINGS

The dream and the memories had made the princess get up, she looked over to the side only to see Visenya not in her cradle. Panic arose from the princess as she got up and she started to look.

She looked around as she started to quickly pace around her room. Then she saw the figure on the balcony.

"Get the fuck out of my room," Rhaenya calmly said rubbing her eyes, as she walked towards the balcony. Her attachment to her daughter was desperate and she reached her arms for it.

"And if I don't?" Aemond raised his eyebrow and he turned to face his wife. Their daughter was resting in their arms.

"I will fucking kill you," Rhaenya snapped back, she was now slightly limping over to him as she came to look at Visenya.

"Listen to me," He said coming closer to her and now sitting on her bed, "I want to be part of her life, let me,"

"I will not let my daughter know that her father was the cause of the war she was born into!" she looked into his eye, "Just give her to me,"

"Rhaenya, It was my duty," Aemond cursed looking at his wife. "You wouldn't understand,"

"You don't think I understand what a duty is? A duty is a job, your job wasn't-" Rhaenya took a deep breath as she looked at him directly into his eyes, "You weren't supposed to kill anyone, you were only there to escort our brother. Yet you murdered a child and I don't want you anywhere near my children,"

Aemond glared at his wife with fury and pain as if she had betrayed him, yet she hadn't.

Rhaenya never wanted to marry him, yet now that was her duty to completely have his children and she wouldn't let Aemond near her or his future kids.

"What if you kill my future sons too," Rhaenya whispered as she closed her eyes and a tear rolled down her cheek.

"D-Don't you say that," Aemond looked into her dead into her eyes, like she was some sort of villain. , "DON'T YOU DARE ACCUSE ME-"

Rhaenya looked at him with the saddest eyes, "You are not my husband, you are a murder,"

"Whether you like it or not, you are my wife and that is my child," Aemond looked down at Visenya.

Rhaenya hated the way Aemond was looking at their daughter, she despised it, "Let me take her, I just want her in my arms,"

The effects of postpartum were hitting the princess pretty badly, she had the look of begging in her eyes. It wasn't because she didn't want anything to do with him at the moment, she came close to him holding his arm. "Please,"

Aemond's gaze met hers, capturing the desperation in her almond-shaped eyes. Whenever her daughter wasn't cradled in her arms, an undeniable void lingered.

He could only bridge the gap by placing the small infant back into her crib, and Rhaenya looked at Aemond as he looked back at her.  As the prince observed his wife, his gentle caressed her head. Despite the warmth she felt from his touch, the same hands were stained with the cold reality of murder. Leaning into him, she released the silent tears that had been welling up within.

Long minutes go by, before he lifts up her fingers... "You need to stop, hurting yourself. You are a mother, my wife, and a princess. A princess shouldn't look like a lowborn, stop ruining your dresses, and especially your nails," He scolded her as he looked at her nails and her ruined hemmed nightgown.

Her head has a slow nod as she had tear well up in her eyes, before he wiped them for her, "Get yourself ready, we have guest coming today,"

Rhaenya nodded slowly as she wiped her eyes and watched Aemond leave. She looked at herself in the mirror before she went to go look at her little princess. The Princess had heard the news of the Baratheon girl coming to foster her life, in King's Landing and she was quite excited to have another friend.

The Princess took some time to calm herself together before she got the courage to finally get ready for her day.  Elaena assisted the princess throughout her day, helping her dress and look out for her daughter. Rhaenya couldn't have been more thankful for the help she had received.

The arrival of the Baratheon had been announced and she was nearly here to King's landing. Rhaenya was put into a green dress that she had seen wearing before and she waited for her arrival once the announcement was announced Rhaenya ran down to the docs.

Elaena carried the small baby princess in her arms as she stood behind Rhaenya as they both waited for the young Baratheon girl to come. Daeron looked at his sister then looked at his niece with a small smile, rubbing the infant's cheek.

They stood on the shore, awaiting the approaching ship with its distinctive flag. Rhaenya positioned herself beside her brother, who stood with arms crossed, a picture of reserved anticipation.

The vessel docked, and a young lady with captivating black and blue eyes disembarked, presenting herself before the Princess and the Prince.

"Your Highness," she respectfully addressed them both. "My name is—"

"Maris," Rhaenya gracefully interjected, offering the girl a warm smile.

Returning the gesture, Maris turned her attention to the Prince. "Prince Daeron."

With a chivalrous air, Daeron kissed her hand, gallantly accompanying her back to the castle. Rhaenya trailed behind, her eyes observing the lady with admiration.

Elaena, catching the gaze of the Baratheon, blushed and shifted her attention to the baby she cradled, an unspoken fondness evident in her expression.

As Daeron escorted Maris into the castle, Rhaenya, hands elegantly clasped behind her back, continued to follow the trio.

She marveled at her brother's composure and the gentle manner in which he interacted with Lady Maris.

Once they reached Maris's chambers, Daeron excused himself, leaving Rhaenya to keep her company.

"Maris, I've heard what you said to my husband," Rhaenya started with a smirk, fixing her gaze on the young lady.

"I didn't mean to offend him," Maris replied, her eyes focused on her reflection in the mirror.

"I like that. I like you," Rhaenya complemented, a warm smile gracing her features as she approached from behind. "My brother is a kind man, Daeron."

Maris smirked in response, prompting Rhaenya to continue. "He has two sisters; he treats us with the utmost respect you can ever imagine. Join us for dinner, it would be an honor."

Maris, her eyes brightening, nodded in agreement. Rhaenya then exited the room, making her way to Daeron's quarters.

With excitement bubbling within her, Rhaenya burst into Daeron's room, finding him engrossed in the study of astrology.

"Daeron!" she exclaimed, and he looked up, quill in hand. "Hm?"

"I like her," Rhaenya declared, taking a seat beside her brother.

He raised an eyebrow at her, "Aemond? You want to invite him after all of that?"

"Have trust in me," Rhaenya smirked, meeting his gaze. "I want to make it his living hell."

Daeron, looking at his sister, had a moment of realization. He remembered what Lady Maris had said. He extended his hand, "Deal."

That evening, a dinner was arranged for the two couples, and Aemond had to come to escort his wife from her chambers. He kissed her hand, and his hand lingered on her hip.

"M'lady," he whispered, leading her to the dinner room.

"Husband," her voice cold, her purple eyes looking up at him with a smirk.

"Lovely that you wanted to make this time for us," Aemond remarked, escorting her to her chair, and she sat with Aemond in front of her.

Rhaenya faked a smile, nodding at her husband. "Just to heal our family."

As she said that, the door opened, and Lady Maris and Daeron entered. Rhaenya smirked, rising from her seat to give her brother a small curtsy.

Aemond's mouth twitched, seeing the black-haired girl enter.

"Your Highness," Maris smirked, looking at the one-eyed prince. "Sister!"

Rhaenya approached Maris, hugging her and kissing her cheek. "Come, sit."

Daeron came behind Lady Maris, pulling her chair out for her, and she sat, placing her napkin on her lap.

Aemond glared at the interaction, especially how nicely Rhaenya acted toward a woman who had insulted him.

Daeron kissed Maris's hand over the table, and she gave him a pretty smile, making the young prince smile.

Food started to arrive, and personal plates were placed in front of everyone. Rhaenya raised her glass of wine, offering a toast, "I wanted to make a toast, to my new sister, who is now joining our family and soon being married to my twin brother Daeron. May your marriage last long!"

Food started to arrive and personal plates were placed in front of everyone. Rhaenys Insulted From her seat with her glass of wine, "I wanted to make a toast, to my new sister who now is joining our family and soon being married to my twin brother Daeron. May your marriage last long!"

Daeron and Maris both raised their glasses at the Princess, who had made them smile.

Meanwhile, Aemond muttered cursed words under his breath. Rhaenya had a small glass of wine, not wanting to drink too much.

Rhaenya shot her head toward her brother, "Do you have something to say to Aemond?"

He glared at her and then at his brother, his hand balled up into a fist, and he banged it, making a loud noise.

Daeron patted his brother on the back, "Brother, we have a guest. Keep your anger out for your lovemaking with your mistress."

The room fell quiet. Rhaenya was a little scared at the words her twin brother said. She looked at Daeron but decided to conceal her feelings, continuing to laugh with Maris.

Rhaenya held her hand over her mouth as the two kept quiet. She kept her head down while eating, "I wasn't expecting that."

"I wasn't either," Rhaenya laughed, looking around the dining room. "Such a pretty room, isn't it, Maris?"

"So pretty. Your husband seems quite like a strong man and seems like a protector," Maris complimented the elder Prince.

Rhaenya looked at Daeron with the dining month and burst out laughing. Aemond glared at his wife before he spoke up.

"Is this why you brought me here? So I can get taunted again and again like my childhood," Aemond snapped, and the room went quiet as all eyes went to the Prince.

Rhaenya put a piece of chopped chicken into her mouth, "We are adults. Maris complimented you. Can't you take a compliment? What is so wrong about that, Husband?"

Daeron remained sensible, keeping quiet, yet giving a gentle smile at his future wife. Aemond's eye went to Maris before he spoke again. "Thank you."

Maris nodded, "Of course."

The room was quiet, only the sound of utensils clanking. Everyone was calm before more food arrived.

Finished plates were cleaned up, and Rhaenya got more drinks for everyone, placing them down quietly.

Aemond and Rhaenya started to dance first, and then she leaned on her husband's shoulder. "I will never love you the same."

She stayed in his arms as his hand held her back, and they weren't doing the traditional dance but doing whatever they felt like doing. "I know."

Daeron decided to go for the traditional dance. The two bowed, and then Maris looked up at him as they walked around one another.

The room was quiet besides feet shuffling and Maris laughing at Daeron's horrible dancing skills.

Soon, the night was coming to an end, and the music stopped.

The two couples clapped at the musicians, and they bowed at the Prince, Princess, and Lady. The musicians left the room before Rhaenya smiled at Maris.

Maris spoke up, "I just wanted to thank everyone for making such a welcoming day for me."

Daeron kissed her hand, "Anything for my future wife."

Rhaenya was freaking out on the inside, she never knew how adorable her brother was, and finally, the nickname Daring Daeron was coming through.

Rhaenya rubbed her eyes of tiredness and she announced that she was heading to bed.

See you all tomorrow, I will be getting to go to bed," Rhaenya, smiled and hugged Daeron and Maris. She kissed her husband on the cheek before she left the dining room and went up to her chambers.

Lady Elaena was waiting for her arrival  as she smiled at the prin, "I have your new nightgown ready for you!"

Elaena unfolded the dress and showed Rhaenya, the Princess smiled at the new dress and she was so excited to try it on.

The Lady helped take apart the multiple layers of the iconic Green dress that Rhaenya was wearing.  She hung it up onto the side of the mirror and helped take apart her hair.

The princess stepped into the dress and Elaena tied up the loose strings and secured her nightgown.

Rhaenya looked at herself in the mirror and she turned to look at Elaena. "I'll be back I need to go say good night to Helaena and my mother,"

Elaena nodded and kissed the princess's cheek, Rhaenya went to the door she opened the door, and went through the corridors toward her mother's chambers.

She heard traumatic screams, Rhaenya looked at the round corridors to try to figure out where the sound was coming from.

The Princess had no escort and she didn't know whether toward going to get in trouble or not.

In another room, she could still hear her brother partying the death of Luke as she walked past the doors and she finally got to her mother's chambers.

She saw Helaena screaming and crying on the floor as she held the body of the young boy.

Rhaenya looked at the bloody mess, she was traumatized seeing the blood but the bloody murder of a child. "A son for a son,"

The body of young prince Jaehaerys was headless as Jaehara cried helplessly on the floor in pain. Rhaenya went over to her and held her niece in her arms.

"Shhh, my sweet girl," Rhaenya closed her eyes trying to keep her calm, but after being raped, how can one stay calm.

This is what her husband caused, the death of his nephew, his sweet niece being raped and his sister being traumatized for life.

"Helaena, I'm so sorry," Rhaenya added, her voice shaking as she wrapped her arm around her sister.

Her arm was still with her niece, another scream echoed as their mother walked in. Rhaenya cried with her sister as she held the dead body of her child,

Rhaenya was never going to know the true pain of losing a child, yet.

Helaena cried and cried, she looked up at her mother with the saddest eyes. Rhaenya kept her niece close to her as Jaehara fiddled with her aunt's nightgown. Rhaenya wiped her tears, "I will promise to keep you safe, forever,"

Little Jaehara looked up at her aunt and lifted her
little pinky finger at her with the most innocent eyes. Rhaenya locked fingers with the young girl and kissed her forehead.

"I have to go find Aemond," Rhaenya numbly said, taking Jaehaera in her arms.

"No," Helaena whispered, the girl's lips quivered as she held her child.  "Please don-"

But it was too late Aemond had seen the scene as he appeared at her door, he was numb, and he regretted every decision he had made.

Alicent looked at her son and then at the headless boy. No words came out of the Dowager Queen's mouth. 

The only person who spoke was Aemond, and Rhaenya fixed him with the evilest, most vile eyes imaginable.

Her gaze bore into him, accusing and filled with a venomous intensity. "This is all your fault." The room fell silent, the weight of her accusation hanging heavily in the air, as everyone awaited his response.

A/N: This was hard to write... but you guys get a new chapter.
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