"This is a terrible idea."

"No, it's not. Vhagar is large enough to build a house on. She can hold us," Visenya said to her little brother. Aemond helped her with the wrap around her body, both babies wrapped securely against her chest. It took a bit of patience and finagling to get them both secure.

"Has no one told you about your grandparents, Alyssa and Baelon?" Aemond raised a brow, finishing the wrap.

"I mean, kind of," Luke replied. "But they're barely a week old."

"And? Their eggs are close to hatching. They've been moving, so these children will be dragon riders." Visenya said in a high pitch as she looked at her children. "Right, my little dragons? Mama's sweet little ones."

Aemond smiled at her interaction with them and then looked at his dragon. "You haven't ridden Vhagar in a while."

"You rode Vhagar?" Ellyn asked with a shocked expression.

"Once," Visenya said, glaring at Aemond. "He coerced me into it not long after our wedding. I still hated him at the time and he told me if I didn't Vhagar, he'd let Vhagar eat me."

Luke snickered and Aemond had a smirk on his face, his eye full of the memory. It amazed him how much their dynamic had changed during the last two years. Before, he would have genuinely been content with disposing of her. Now, well ... he couldn't live without her. The fire in his chest would only flicker with the oxygen of Visenya.

She was everything he needed. Her parents were her greatest enemies, and yet they were her greatest strength. She would not have the fire within without the dragons that made her. She was the best and worst of her parents.

She had Daemon's temper, but she knew how to channel it. She was more Daemon than Rhaenyra, something they both knew but never acknowledged. Daemon himself was the image of his own parents, Baelon and Alyssa. Fire and Blood carried through them, each generation just as fierce as the last. It made them strong, but it also got them in trouble.

She had Rhaenyra's soft touch - apparently only used for her Strong sons - and Daemon's wit. And despite all their abuse, Aemond found it hard to hate them at times like this because they created Visenya, they made the love of his life. Visenya Targaryen was the future of their house, the future of Baelon, Alyssa, Jaehaerys, and Aegon the Conqueror himself. A line that seemed to be dying.

Baelon and Alyssa's line seemed to only go on through Daemon - Viserys was so unlike them that one might not believe he was their son. It's not like it even skipped a generation through him because neither Aemond nor his siblings had that fire. Aemond was full of violence but he lacked the fury. He felt like he possessed the spirit of Ser Criston more than any Targaryen. At least for now. He was finding parts of himself the more he aged, and the more Visenya helped him discover himself.

"Are you ready for next week?" Visenya asked her brother, breaking Aemond out of his train of thought.

"No," Luke mumbled. "For it being my wedding, it sure feels like I have no say or control."

"Ah," Aemond smirked. "The wedding is not for the man, nephew. If it was designed for men, we would shake hands, fuck, then fight."

Ellyn's cheeks turned pink and she looked at the ground. The poor girl was too timid for this castle. Sweet girls weren't designed to survive in castles that had rat infestations. But her adoration for Lucerys seemed to make up for all the watching eyes.

"Aemond," Visenya rolled her eyes and elbowed him. "Can we ride now, please? I feel bad enough that Vhagar is the first dragon I'm riding in weeks and not my own."

"Grey Ghost will survive. He might even join us."

"I hope he singes your hair off," Visenya glared.

Aemond held his finger up and frowned. "Never threaten the hair."

"I will cut it off in your sleep. You might want to sleep with one eye open," She smirked.

His jaw dropped. Wow. She actually went there? She hadn't made an eye-related insult in a long time. He couldn't decide if he wanted to fuck her or throw her off Vhagar. Judging by the tightness in his pants, his body knew the answer before his brain.

"Get your little fucking ass on this dragon, Visenya," He said.

"I have birthed twins, Aemond, nothing is little."

"And I crave you now more than ever," He smirked, kissing her temple. And that was no lie. One week after birth and she looked divine. The swells were just delicious. He loved walking behind her so that he could watch her hips sway with extra skin for him to sink his fingers into. Her 'mother body' was bringing out a whole new insatiable side to him. And yet he still have five more weeks before he could touch her.

He watched Visenya carefully mount Vhagar, the old beat skeptically watching as her non-rider climbed atop her. But Aemond was close behind and took his position, sitting in front of Visenya and their infants. Maegor's eyes were wide, as were Laenora's. Their bond was already astounding. They wouldn't sleep unless they were in the same crib and had their eggs nearby. They were the epitome of Dragon Twins.

"First flight on the mighty Vhagar," Visenya grinned. "As much as I Love Grey Ghost, riding Vhagar is just historically more significant for them. They can say they rode the mighty Vhagar from the time of Conquest."

"And you can say you are the wife of her rider," Aemond spoke, reaching back to give her leg a squeeze. Aemond looked down at Vhagar's snout and took a deep breath, reaching out to her. He had been working so hard for over a year to connect with her the way that Visenya connected with Grey Ghost, but Vhagar was stubborn. She resisted some of his attempts and huffed like she found it amusing. She was making him work for this bond and he was not giving up. Vhagar allowed him to claim her, she deemed him worthy enough, and he was going to succeed.

"Vhagar, sōvēs," Aemond called, and she stood up at attention. She took a running start before taking off into the air, the span of her wings casting a shadow over the city. Visenya's laugh was large and contagious, causing Aemond to smile. He was shocked the twins weren't crying or screaming but it made sense: they were made for the sky. They were true Targaryens.

"They love it!" Visenya squealed with a laugh. Aemond let out a laugh himself as Vhagar soared over bare fields, miles upon miles stretching out around them. He didn't know where Vhagar was taking them but she seemed determined. She was heading north, it became clear the more Aemond felt the air cool around them. It wasn't cold, per se, but King's Landing was hot so anything north was chiller.

Vhagar finally started to circle in the sky and make her descent. Aemond noticed the large castle first, Harrenhal. But Vhagar wasn't landing at the castle, she was making her way to the small island within the God's Eye - Westeros' largest lake.

"Wonder what brought her here," Visenya questioned with a grunt as Vhagar landed. They were surrounded by water on their island, and Aemond could tell people were watching from Harrenhal but they were tiny specs from this distance.

Aemond heard shrieking from the sky before Grey Ghost suddenly dove from the clouds, making his way to the rest of them. In his two years of free-roaming on Blackwater Bay, he had grown exponentially in size, much larger than Syrax. The warm climate of King's Landing was doing him well, even though it wasn't far from Dragonstone.

"Someone was jealous," Visenya laughed and climbed down the ropes of Vhagar, standing and admiring the view of all the water. Much cleaner water than King's Landing.

Grey Ghost landed beside them and let out a huff, nudging his snout against Visenya. She rested her forehead against his snout, letting him sniff the babes. They hadn't met yet and the moment was important to Visenya, she needed Grey Ghost to see them. She needed her children to know and love dragons, especially the mounts their parents rode. Grey Ghost was an extension of Visenya and the children had a lifetime of being surrounded by the dragon.

"If we let their dragons free roam, they won't be as restricted on growth as the others. Don't get me wrong, Dreamfyre is large, but they are the imps of dragons. Their former glory before the Doom was like Balerion, their size could rival nothing else. I want Maegor to ride the largest dragon of their generation."

"Do you think we should name their dragons?" Visenya asked.

Aemond shrugged. "Did your brothers name their dragons when they were old enough?"

"No, I think my mother and the Masters named them after the Fourteen Flames that had not yet been used as names. I want to honor traditional Valyrian dragon names. Most of their names have been used and the ones that haven't, their names don't exactly roll off the tongue. I mean, Gaelithox and Aegarax aren't badass-sounding dragon names. And Shrykos has already been taken by Jaehaerys."

"What about Shrya for Laenora's dragon?"

Visenya shrugged. "I don't like it. Sounds ... used."

"Veraxes? To honor Meraxes and Vhagar."

"I like it," Visenya nodded. "A good name for a King's mount."

"He has bonded with the blue egg, he will be a king with a blue dragon, and Laenora will be a beautiful princess on a gorgeous purple dragon. Not as beautiful as her mother though," He said softly and pulled her close for a kiss.

"Don't say that, you will give her a complex."

"I didn't say she would be ugly, Visenya. But might I hold her? Please?" He asked.

Visenya nodded and pulled her free from the bindings and gently handed her over, watching Aemond rock her in his arms, holding her close to Vhagar. "This is my mount, sweet girl. You will ride your own one day and you may fly with me."

"What about me?" Visenya asked.

"You can have Maegor. Laenora is mine."

"I vaguely remember carrying and delivering both of them, Aemond," Visenya rose a brow.

"And who put them there, wife, hm?" He asked with a smirk.

"Aegon."

Aemond's smirk fell and he sucked in his cheeks, biting his tongue as her own smirk. "Don't."

"Or what, my love? You can't fuck me for a few more weeks. How else would you punish me?"

"I am a patient man, Visenya. When you get cleared, I will remind you of this very day. I will wrap my hand around that little throat and fuck you until you beg me to let you come ... and I won't let you. Not until you remember who your cunt truly belongs to."

He watched the breath catch in her throat as her lips parted, her knees practically shaking. "Aemond."

"But alas, you are a week post childbirth. I will not touch you. You are safe. For now."

-

Otto Hightower paced his study, watching the fire burn with disdain. That fire, that fucking fire. He could not look at fire without being reminded of the power he was imprisoned by. First it was Jaehaerys, though for a short time, and then Viserys. But now he seemed to be imprisoned by his own grandson and his wife.

His wife.

At first, Visenya was just a means to an end. She had a good claim to the throne like Aegon, but she actually wanted it. So she was the better solution than Aegon. And when she first arrived to the capital, Alicent was easily able to manipulate her.

A farce.

The girl was playing them and it actually worked. She knew that Otto and Alicent needed an easily manipulated scapegoat to overthrow Rhaenyra and she had them fooled. She was always plotting, and somewhere along the journey, Aemond joined her. He had to hand it to her, she was clever, far more than her own mother. But she was the spitting image of her father and it drove Otto insane to know he had been fooled by a girl so similar to the man he despised.

And he knew that when Visenya was placed on that throne, she would dispose of them. He lost control of the situation he worked so tirously to create.

"Lord Hand," Larys said from the doorway, entering and closing the door behind them.

"Yes?" Otto fronwed, not expecting any visitors.

"You seem troubled, Lord Hand. It is your problem with the Princess?"

"There is no problem," Otto lied.

"I am not blind, I see with more eyes than two. You don't have control of her any longer, she is not a pawn to your games. She has made herself a pawn to no games but her own." Larys spoke.

"Is that why you are here?"

"Yes. Your situation is out of control. The fire that is Visenya has taken off and needs ... controlled. There is only one way to control a wild fire and that is to extinguish it."

"What are you suggesting?"

"Her son and heir is what gives her great claim right now. We start there. The girl babe will just be collateral. That way when we extinguish Visenya, she has no heirs to take claim."

"My grandson ... he will never move on. He will not rest until he exposes to did it."

"Than he must also be collateral."

"No. Whatever you do, I want no part of, Lord Larys. I will not slay my own kin. I have control and I can use it. Whatever you do, I do not want to know." Otto snapped.

Larys leaned against his crutch with a smirk. "Are you telling me no?"

Otto paused and watched his facial expression and read the meaning behind. "I cannot stop you from whatever you do. But I do not want to know."

Larys gave a curt nod and left the room, making his way to the black cells. After removing tongues and finding the most qualified soldiers, he let them go to his plans.

In the nursery next to Aemond and Visenya's room, the twins slept late into the night after their journey back from the God's Eye. They were curled next to one another as they slept, a nanny knitting from the rocker.

She did not hear the intruders enter before they sliced her throat. They made their way to the cribs and each of them grabbed a baby, tearing them apart. The crying started and the men tried to make their way back to the window when the unexpected happened.

Veraxes hatched from his blue egg, a roaring and firey mess. The purple dragon hatched next, taking flight. They were both new born dragons, small in size and struggling to fly, but they had one mission: protect their riders.

The two dragons breathed fire on the intruders, small but enough to burn their faces. They fell to the ground, screaming in pain, the twins falling on top of them.

When Aemond and Visenya entered in alarm, they found the twins on the ground and the dragons protectively standing by them.

btw, the Brella novella is up now!!!!