After the death of Daenerys Targaryen, things had changed for the entire Seven Kingdoms.

New kingdoms had been rebuilt and replaced the war-ridden kingdoms. Rules had changed for many.

The first House to be created was House Fireheart. Famed for their fierce devotion and affinity for dragons, House Fireheart possessed a bloodline rumored to be connected to House Targaryen. Their sigil featured a blazing red heart engulfed in flames.

The first king was Rhaegon Fireheart. He was a firm and loyal man that brought peace to the kingdoms. He was the first to talk Frostwind and Stormrune out of going to war over the hidden lands that were yet to be discovered.

His lady wife, Saelarys Fireheart, was a kind and caring woman. A woman that Rhaegon himself loved and cherished. No one could hold a candle to that.

The two were a happy couple and as far as tradition went, they had two children; sons.

The eldest was named Vaelarr Fireheart and the youngest was Lucaelon Fireheart.

Vaelarr had been born with a dragon's egg in his cradle and when that egg had hatched during his twelfth birthday, he was greeted by the sight of a dark red female dragon with bright red eyes.

Darkwing, he had named her. She was loyal and protective of her rider.

The years had become long and on the day of Vaelarr's sixteenth birthday, Saelarys had given birth to a daughter, much to the delight of Vaelarr himself.

He had gotten the honor of naming her Haelyra Fireheart.

The three children of House Fireheart had grown up together. Through fights and arguments, through grief and tears, they became strong together.

On their father's deathbed, he declared that Vaelarr would inherit the throne.

When Rhaegon passed, Vaelarr had become king. He followed in his father's footsteps. Lucaelon had become a master of House Fireheart's vale: Kindler's Vale.

House Fireheart had become good allies with House Frostwind. The house's former king's firstborn son, Asten Frostwind, had become Vaelarr's Hand in the council meetings. He was also the messenger of sorts.

And much to Vaelarr's dismay, Asten had been looking for a suitable woman who would become queen.

"It is for the good of the kingdom, Vaelarr," Saelarys scolded as she and her son stood in the throne room. Vaelarr let out a heavy sigh and rubbed his head.

"I'm aware, mother," he said, "but I don't want to rush this. I'd rather you spend your time with your family before you go."

Saelarys chuckled softly. She had indeed become old with age. Her blonde hair had become silver-white and she had wrinkles. Vaelarr and Haelyra had saw to it that she was comfortable and taken care of by the maids.

"I don't want to see you and your sister fuss over me constantly," she said, "I want to see you grow up-" "You have," he huffed with a small smile.

Saelarys put a hand to his cheek and he looked at her.

"I want to see my grandchildren, Vaelarr," she stated, "it is what your father would have wanted. He'd dote upon them with gifts and gold if he could."

Vaelarr chuckled softly and he nodded in agreement. "Indeed he would," he sighed.

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in," he said. The doors opened and Anten walked into the throne room.

"My king, lady Saelarys," he greeted, "I come with some news."

"If it is about a woman, Asten, I swear," Vaelarr grumbled. "Ignore him," Saelarys huffed, "proceed, Asten,"

"The second prince, Lucaelon Fireheart, has returned from the Shimmering Shores," Asten smiled. Vaelarr blinked in surprise and Saelarys smiled happily.

"Fetch Haelyra quickly," Vaelarr smiled, "I'm sure she would love to seee him."

"Right away, my king," Asten nodded with a bow before he hurried out of the room.

In the castle gardens, Haelyra was sitting on the fountain, reading.

She hummed softly as Asten walked over. "Your highness?" He said, "I have some important news."

"Go on," she replied without looking up.

"Your brother, Sir Lucaelon, has returned from the Shimmering Shores," he smiled. Haelyra looked up and smiled. She closed the book and stood up.

"Good," she said and the two walked to the throne room.

Lucaelon walked into the room, followed by a woman. "Welcome lenton, lēkia," Vaelarr spoke with a smile.

"Ziry iksos sȳz naejot sagon lenton. Īlen jurnegēre naejot naejot seeing ñuha niece se nephew, lēkia," Lucaelon replied. Vaelarr rolled his eyes before he looked at the woman.

Saelarys walked forward, "Se skoriot iksis ñuha bāne welcome?"

Lucaelon smiled and hugged her. "Nyke've missed ao, muña."

She immediately hugged him back and she looked at the woman, "and who is this?"

"This is my lady wife," Lucaelon replied with a smile, "Alymera Lentalos. Daughter of the king and queen from the Far North."

"I am honored to be here, my lady, my king," Alymera said respectfully, bowing her head.

Vaelarr narrowed his eyes a little but before he could say anything, Haelyra and Asten walked into the room.

"Welcome back, Lucaelon," she smiled. "Hello, sister," he chuckled as they hugged each other.

"This is what I enjoy," Saelarys smiled, and Vaelarr, Lucaelon and Haelyra looked at her, "my children together."

"Shall we hold a feast in our dear brother's honor, Mother?" Haelyra asked, playfully nudging Lucaelon who rolled his eyes with a smile.

"I think that sounds like an excellent idea," Saelarys smiled. Vaelarr chuckled and nodded in agreement.

Soon, royals from the other houses came to the celebration feast.

Vaelarr sat on his throne, swirling around a half empty cup of wine. He sighed as he watched others dance.

Asten walked up beside him.

"My king," he said. "Gods have mercy, Asten. I'm tempted to throw you to a woman myself if you keep on going with me," Vaelarr huffed.

Asten rolled his eyes, "you know as well as I that your grandmother would enjoy the sight of seeing her grandchildren; won't you at least grant her that wish?"

Vaelarr glanced over at Saelarys who was talking with Asten's grandfather, Ascar Frostwind.

He sighed deeply before he looked around. "I don't think I would see anyone of interest; and even so, Lucaelon would be better than I, becoming a father. Perhaps he should have been chosen as king."

"If only he had been born first then," Asten joked and the two chuckled. Then Vaelarr saw a woman walk into the room. She wore a beautiful white and grey dress and her raven black hair was tied into a braid.

"Who is that?" He asked.

"Ah," Asten smiled, "that would be my pride and joy herself. Rhaenerys Frostwind. She is the firstborn daughter of House Frostwind and she has yet to be married."

Vaelarr stared at her before he got up and walked over to her.

Asten held back a chuckle as he watched the king walk over to his daughter.

"Hello, Rhaenerys," Vaelarr greeted. Rhaenerys bowed in response, "King Vaelarr."

"Just... Vaelarr," he said quickly and she smiled at him.

"Vaelarr it is then," she chuckled. He smiled, "I haven't seen you since my brother became master of Kindler's Vale."

"Forgive me but my studies have kept me busy," she chuckled. He held his hand out to her.

She gazed at it before she placed her own hand in his and the two walked to the center of the dancefloor.

Vaelarr smiled at Rhaenerys and the two began to dance in perfect synchronization. Their gazes never leaving each other's, Vaelarr twirled Rhaenerys around and she giggled softly.

The courtiers and noble guests watched in awe, whispering praises at the effortless harmony displayed by the two royals.

"They're all staring," Rhaenerys whispered. "Well... don't look at them," Vaelarr whispered back, "just focus on me. Just me."

She smiled at him as the two waltzed around in a circle.

Saelarys smiled. Haelyra and Lucaelon smiled too, happy to see their brother have fun for once.

As the music reached a climax, Vaelarr twirled Rhaenerys around once more before he gently dipped her. Lifting her back up, her gaze met his and he smiled before the two bowed.

The crowd erupted into thunderous applause.

Vaelarr smiled and he gently kissed Rhaenerys' hand.

"Come with me," he said, "to the gardens."

She smiled and nodded. The two walked out of the throne room. Saelarys chuckled softly and shook her head. Asten stepped forward but she put her hand up to stop him.

"Let them be," she said, "he reminds me of his father when we went to the gardens."

Outside, fireflies danced through the air as Vaelarr and Rhaenerys walked through the gardens.

"The stars are beautiful at this time of night," she giggled. "Indeed they are," he smiled, his gaze never leaving her.

She chuckled, "you're staring, Vaelarr."

He blushed and smiled sheepishly. She walked over to the stone bench and sat down. He walked over and picked up a rose.

'I don't think I've ever felt so happy with her,' he thought. Though he wouldn't deny it, he had always been hesitant about getting married.

He looked at her again and sat beside her and sighed softly. "May I share a secret with you?" He asked.

"Of course," she replied, looking at him.

He inhaled then exhaled. "I... am scared of becoming married," he said, "I never thought it would be possible for me. But I don't want to disappoint my mother."

"I'm sure you won't disappoint her," she said, placing her hand on his arm. He looked at her for a moment before he gingerly placed the rose in her hair.

"You've made a great king of this house," she said, "you will make a great father."

He stared at her and gently caressed her face. She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes.

Vaelarr's eyes softened before he slowly leaned in and he kissed her. She kissed him back.

He gently laid her on the grass. She wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

The two pulled away, the tips of their noses brushing against each other. They stared into each other's eyes before they kissed again.

Rhaenerys gasped softly as she felt his tongue graze against her neck. She tilted her head back as he nipped at her skin.

He gently picked her up only to pin her to a nearby tree.

His hands trailed over her body and she leaned into his touch.

"Please...," she whispered. He smiled softly and he kissed and licked at her neck, running his hand along her stomach. She moaned softly, panting.

He smirked as he gently pinned her hands above her. "I could take you like a dragon to its hoarde."

"Then show me," she smirked back. He chuckled softly before he took her to his bedchambers.

The room was expansive, with high ceilings adorned with intricate wood carvings depicting dragons and battles. The walls were draped in rich, deep velvet.

A large four-poster bed dominated the center of the room, its solid oak frame intricately carved with fierce dragon motifs. The beddings were luxurious, with soft black and gold silks complementing the intense crimson curtains surrounding it.

Vaelarr's House sigil, a fiery dragon, was skillfully embroidered onto the pillows, as a reminder of his ancestral roots and the pride he carried for his family name.

The room was astutely organized. Shelves lined the walls, filled with ancient tomes, maps and scrolls. A large, ornate desk sat near the window, bathed in the silver moonlight.

Adorning the walls were various weapons and armor, carefully displayed as symbols of his bravery and skill in battle. Among them, a Valyrian steel sword rested in an intricately decorated scabbard.

A fireplace crackled gently in the corner, casting a warm glow across the room.

Vaelarr laid Rhaenerys on the bed and kissed her deeply. She immediately kissed him back.

The sounds of their coupling were filled with nothing but passion and warmth that made a night truly beautiful.

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Translator: Welcome lenton, lēkia (Welcome home, brother)

Ziry iksos sȳz naejot sagon lenton. Īlen jurnegēre naejot naejot seeing ñuha niece se nephew, lēkia (It's good to be home. I was looking forward to seeing my niece and nephew, brother)

Se skoriot iksis ñuha bāne welcome? (And where is my warm welcome?)

Nyke've missed ao, muña (I've missed you, mother)