In her decade of life as Naerys Velaryon, Naerys grew to love her new family. Her loving mother, Rhaenyra. Her supportive father(s), Laenor (and Harwin). Her dear twin brother, Jacaerys. Her stern but kind grandfather, Corlys Velaryon. And her regal grandmother, Rhaenys. Naerys also loved her gentle aunt, Helaena, not that the Queen liked it when they spent time together. But there was one member of her new family who had a special place in her heart. Her sweet younger brother, Lucerys.

The day Lucerys was born was an emotional one for Naerys. She remembers it vividly. Naerys had been immensely worried and nervous for her new mother, Rhaenyra. The women of House Targaryen had a history of complicated pregnancies and births. Both her great grandmothers Alyssa and Daella, as well as her grandmother Aemma, had died due to complications of child birth. Even Naerys herself as Padmé had died just moments after naming her children.

So Naerys had been a nervous wreck waiting for news of her mother. Jace, her twin, had been none the wiser about what was truly happening. But Naerys had known. She had tried to hide it, but she didn't think she was entirely successful. Her grandmother was very perceptive.

Still, her fears were for naught. Her mother had given birth easily. And Naerys had been able to meet her newest brother. Not that she'd known it was a brother at the time.

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"What's his name?"

Her mother stopped and blinked a few times in quick succession. "I do not know. I had not thought of a boys name."

Naerys looked down at the little face of her new baby brother, and had to stop her self from gasping. They didn't look very similar, but something about this new baby brother of hers reminded her of–

"Luke."

"What was that sweet girl?"

"She said Luke!" Jacaerys chirped happily.

"Huh. Luke? He does look like a Luke doesn't he?"

Naerys said nothing, she had already said too much. She didn't know if she'd be able to stand her new brother having the same name as the son she never got to raise.

"How about.... Lucerys"

'Yes',Naerys thought, 'that would be a good name'

"I love it muña!" Naerys replied excited. [Mother]

It was close to Luke, but not exactly it.

"A great name" her father, Laenor, replied.

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Now, 7 years after Lucerys birth, her mother is once again giving birth. This time, Naerys had pleaded to be in the room, to be there for her mother. She wouldn't have been able to do much for her but hold her hand and encourage her. But, she was denied. Instead she had been given a special secret job by her grandmother.

Giving birth in Westeros was messier and more dangerous than it had been for Padmé. There were no Medical Droids here to help, only midwives and maesters. Well, normally. Each time she had given birth, Princess Rhaenyra had forbidden the presence of a maester, despite the grand maesters insistence that he should be present.

The secret job Naerys had been given was to protect the room and her mother from any maester who attempted to enter the room. Naerys was taking that job very seriously, she knew what happened to grandmother Aemma, she wouldn't allow it to happen to her mother.

Padmé had been an excellent shot with a blaster, but there were no blasters in this new life of hers. Instead, Naerys had a small one handed crossbow, and she knew how to use it. If it was taken from her, she was prepared with a backup weapon. One she had hidden on herself. For her tenth name day, her grandsire Corlys had given her an ornate dagger. The handel was decorated with dragons and seahorses. Naerys was given express permission from her grandmother to do whatever was needed to protect her mother, and she would. She would gut any maester who attempted to come near her mother.

Though she was prepared, and keeping guard, it turns out she wasn't needed. The door behind Naerys opened and maids and midwives exited the room. It seems Naerys had been so focused on anyone approaching, she didn't hear the screams stop or the sound of the baby crying. And by the force was it crying.

Putting her crossbow safely away, Naerys hurried into the room to her mother. "What is it?! What is it?!" Naerys asked excitedly. "Is it a sister?!"

Her mother chuckled, "I'm afraid not, sweet girl. Come greet your new brother."

She felt her smile slip from her face, "another brother? No fair." Naerys began to pout as she came closer to her mother. Looking at the baby, Naerys could admit he was cute. She still wanted a sister though.

The door burst open behind her. And in came her father with a smile on his face. "A boy! I've just heard." He stopped just behind Naerys still smiling and placed a hand on her shoulder.

Unfortunately, their nice family moment, wouldn't, couldn't, last. As the door opened again, and in came one of the Queens maids.

"Princess, the Queen has requested the child be brought to her. Immediately. "

Naerys is enraged, but not shocked, at the audacity of Alicent. Her mother had just given birth, and the petty green bitch means to take her mothers baby and have it paraded before her to sneer at! No. Not on Naerys watch!

Opening her mouth furiously, to tell this maid just where Alicunt Whoretower can put her request, a hand swiftly comes up to cover her mouth before she can say anything. It seems, her father knows her too well. He gives her a look, one that tells her 'don't even think about it'. It's a look Naerys knows well as its often given to her, and its a look Padmé knew too. Though, Padmé wasn't on the receiving end of it as much as she has been as Naerys. No, it was usually Anakin who had that look directed at him, usually from herself or Obi-Wan.

It seems Naerys had been deep in her thoughts, because she suddenly feels the hand retreat. The maid is gone. Turning, Naerys shoots her father an indignant look of betrayal.

Laenor rolls his eyes, likely used to the dramatics of his daughter. "Do not give me that look. You would only have made things worse for your mother."

A soft laugh is heard from the bed. Both father and daughter turn toward Rhaenyra. She has a weak amused smile on her face. "She gets the dramatics from you," she laughed out.

An overly exaggerated gasp of offense is given by Laenor, he puts a hand over his heart and looks comically offended. "She does not!"

Laughing harder, her mother replys with a wide smile, "you are only proving my point".

"Do you hear this, daughter!" Her father dramatically asks her.

Grining widely, Naerys joins in with her fathers dramatics. "The absurdity! The audacity! How could she say we are dramatic!" Naerys wails and throws herself onto the end of the bed, careful not to jostle her mother.

Sighing loudly, just as dramatic as her husband and daughter, Rhaenyra jokingly apologizes. "Oh, what was I thinking, of course there is nothing dramatic about either of you. A thousand apologies."

" I do not know," Naerys sniffs haughtily, "father? Does she sound truly apologetic to you?"

"I am unsure daughter. She sounds somewhat sincere. Shall we forgive her?"

"We are both benevolent people. I suppose we should."

"Hmmmm. I believe you are correct, daughter. We are considerate and accommodating people. I believe we can forgive her."

"Yes, yes, thank you both so very much for your clemency. I do not know what I would have done without it" Rhaenyra replied. "But unfortunately, we can not keep the Queen waiting."

The joy and humor is drained from the room, the smile on the faces of father and daughter both melt simultaneously.

"You should not allow her to bully you so, mother. You are the heir! This is demeaning!"

"I can not allow her to win, sweet girl. Infact I shall bring your new brother to her myself."

"What?!" Both father and daughter exclaim at the same time.

"No mother! You have just given birth, you must rest and heal."

"I can bring him, Rhaenyra. Naerys is right, you should be resting."

But, Naerys' mother is already getting out of the bed. "Yes, I should be." The father and daughter, send each other looks. They both know how stubborn Rhaenyra can be, no matter what they say, nothing will deter her.

"Just take my arm at the least," Laenor insisted. Walking a bit more he spoke again, "was it terribly painful?"

Both Naerys and Rhaenyra looked to him and gave him the exact same face, making their similarities more noticeable.

They hear voices talking, too many to hear what they're saying. "Oh gods" Rhaenyra mumbles.

"I took a lance to the shoulder once"

"My deepest sympathies"

They walked further into the crowd of people, when Naerys had an idea. One she hoped grandmother would approve of.

"Muña? Why is the Queen making you walk all the way up to her chambers from here? You've just given birth. Could she not come to you?" Naerys innocently asked, making sure her voice was loud enough to carry throughout the room.

The voices of the others that had stopped the moment they entered the room, then suddenly began again as people began speaking of how insensitive, rude and cruel it was for Queen Alicent to make the princess, who had just given birth, walk all those stairs when she should be resting.

The three, not counting the baby, stopped at the bottom of the stairs. "Fuck," Rhaenyra muttered. Putting on a false smile, one Naerys saw through immediately, Rhaenyra turned to her daughter. "Sweet girl, why don't you go find your brothers and tell them the good news."

Not wanting to argue infront of the nobles nearby, and knowing it would be best not to be near the Queen, lest she take her hidden dagger and do something she shouldn't. Naerys put on a large smile. "Of course mother! Jace and Lucerys will be so happy!" Naerys rushed away to do just as her mother asked, all while thinking of different ways to get revenge on the Bitch Queen.

Authors note: wow that was difficult to put together. But I did love how the interaction with Laenor and Naerys went. Please leave your feedback and thoughts!