Special dedication to NaraAzara

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                        King's Landing
                       Three weeks later

In the throne room, the court gathered around the newly crowned king, who sat on his uncomfortable throne in resplendent attire of black and gold, which only made him look more washed-out than regal; Damm Mother and her fashion choices, he mused bitterly.

The crowd of nobles gossiped amongst themselves, a colorful scenery in his lifeless mind. He looked around the throne room for even a strand of soft, brown hair or the uniquely scarred face of a certain Shireen Baratheon, only to sigh in defeat once he realized that she was not even invited to his big day.

His mother's work, again.

With no other choice, he banged his sceptre on the floor, surprising everyone, who immediately quieted down.

"My loyal ladies and gentlemen—", he gazed at the listening crowd, aware that some of them wanted to use him for power but kept the information to himself."— as your new King, I am aware that I must have a queen to rule by my side."

Olenna smirked as she gently nudged a smiling Margaery forward, the Reacher lady in her revealing attire, trying to catch the King's eye.

"Scribe!", Tommen called out, instead of the Grand Maester, whom he had always disliked. Pycelle could go rot in the Black Cells for all he cared.  "Write an official summons to Process Shirren of Dragonstone—", the nobles started to whisper, some delighted, some disapprovingly. Margaery was especially displeased; how could Tommen do this to her!? "—and in that letter, write my intention to wed—"

The throne room's doors were opened so suddenly, everyone thought the prophesied winter the Starks were mad about had come. Instead, who greeted the gathering was a lone girl with a "uniquely scarred face", half deformed with grayscale, though in the monarch's eyes, it did not take anything from her beauty. Clad in an elegant, long-sleeved, cream coloured gown with gold embodiments hst was no doubt, borrowed from Euphraise's wardrobe, Shireen Baratheon walked amongst the surprised nobles, her brown hair loose, adored by a simple, topaz circlet.

"Your Majesty.", she greeted with a deep curtsy.

"There is no need for such formalities, Shireen.", Tommen replied almost tenderly, as he stood up and descended from the steps on his throne to hold Shireen's hands. He then led her towards a chair to his left, beckoning her to sit while he remained upright, gesturing for the scribe to take careful notes.

"I, Tommen Baratheon, First of His Name, King of the Andals, the First Men and the Rhoynar, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm", he paused to silence Margaery's soft protest "hereby declare in the sight of the Seven, Shireen Baratheon, Princess of Dragonstone as my betrothed and future Queen. The nuptials will be held in two years' time."

The scribe, an Eassosi man named Ardeth, was grinning with mad glee. Having heard the tales of Lannister tyranny back at the Jackal's house, he was invited by Varys of sll people, to try and "befriend" the King. Befriend Tommen he did, she was more than happy to start writing copies of the letters, should Tommen say so.

'' Your Grace, Lady Shireen is a traitor of this court.'' Margaery hissed. '' Her father led a rebellion against your late brother Joffrey and the crown, if it wasn't for my family intervention, House Lannister would've been slaughtered!"

Shireen turned to the Tryell girl, gazing at her coldy. '' Very hypocritical coming from you, who was married to my Uncle Renly  and then switched allegances to House Lannister after my Uncle's death, who's the actual traitor here?"

She was not clinging Euphrasie, because the new Lady Lannister always had her eyes set on Tyrion.

'' How dare you!" Margaery shireked. '' I loved your Uncle Renly dearly, and still do tbis very day.'''

'' As you did the late king Joffrey!'' The Baratheon girl asked.

"That is quite enough arguing, ladies. Shireen, you deserve your moment. As for a Lannister -Tyrell alliance, consider it sealed with the union of my uncle Tyrion and the lady, or should I say Princess Euphrasie."

''  Tommen, you can't seriously mean to marry this traitor here!'' Cersei spoke up from the crowd, glaring daggers at the Stag.

The Lioness would be damn to lose her last child to the hands of the Stag, after losing her precious sweet girl to the vipers she couldn't afford to lose her son.''

"I don't recall asking for your opinion.", Tommen dismissed.

'' Tommen, my sweet boy please I ask that you consider your options.'' The Dowager Queen pleaded, holding back the urge to kneel.

'' Lady Shireen is the daughter of a traitor'' A noble man shouted.

'' She is not even a women grown, not like my grandaughter Margaery here.'' Olenna said. '' Your Grace, it would be shameful if the people of King's Landing is be left without no food or supplies.''

"Lady Euphraise has taken care of that, rest assured.", Oberyn countered, disgusted at the lengths Olenna would go through for power.

"You would not have me marry someone of ky age, someone ehom I can share my own wisdom with?!", yelled Tommen. "i. AM. THE. KING! My word is law, and by all accounts, Uncle Stannis is the rightful heir to the throne. Marrying his daughter ", he sent a remorseful look to Shireen for what he was about to say "will only strengthen my; no, our claims to this accursed chair!"

'' Oh, you foolish boy'' Olenna hissed. '' Do you have any idea what's coming to your doorsteps;  dragons and wolves.''

"Are you thinking of what I'm thinking, Lady Tyrell?", Shireen inquired. "Words are wildfire after all. I mean, how they spread."

'' These are not rumors, Lady Shireen they are true'' The queen of Thorns exclaimed. '' As we speak at this moment, your Grace; your aunt Elaena and her aunt Daenerys Targaryen are planning on invading Westeros soon."

"Elaena...  Aunt Lyarra is a Targaryen?"

Shireen gasped softly,her expression giving way to curiosity. "Wow, the world is full of surprises. I wonder what's next; Lady Euphraise is a dragon rider?", she joked.

Tommen poked her right cheek for that.

'' Yes, the only child of Princess Shaena Targaryen and Brandon Stark.'' Olenna answered. '' And, she won't be your aunt anymore, instead she will become your enemy, she and Daenerys Targaryen  will take the Iron Throne from you within days.''

"Not unless we negotiate . Violence is never the last resort." Tommen argued.

'' Dragons do not negotiate, silly child.'' Margaery snarled. '' They answer with Fire anf Blood.''

",Some dragons are more humane.", Shireen defended, as if in prayer that what she said was true.

'' They are Targaryens, madness runs in their veins!!'' The Lioness hisssd. '' That damn dragon whore will not spare you Tommen, she will kill you.

"Speak for yourself!"Tommen roared. "Guards, please escort my mother back to her confinement chambers. I do not recall inviting her to the festivities."

Shireen could not hold back a smirk, watching Cersei pale significantly.

'' Tommen, my sweet cub please don't this!'' Cersei yelled. '' I am your mother, I am the Queen you can't treat me like some animal!''

"And I am not a cub any longer. It's time for me to become a truei lion, just like Myrcella before me. By the way, you are no longer the Queen Regent either. Your title is "Dowager Queen"", he corrected her.

'' You will all pay for this!'' She roared, as she was leading out of the throne room.

Before the doors closed, a group of people dressed in sea-green suits and gowns entered the gatherings, making Tommen's face light up.  "Lady Athalia Velaryon, Lord Omri Velaryon and— oh?"

'' Its Queen Athalia.'' The Velaryon corrected. '' Your father, the late King Robert, allowed for House Vealaryon to become independent from the seven Kingdoms.

"Apologies; I meant Queen Athalia, and King Omri Velaryon, of Driftmark and High Tide!", Tommen announced.

'' Its quite alright, your Grace.'' Omri  said, with a tiny smile.'

However Athalia did not agree. '' No its not, if a King can not address his guests properly the first time then perhaps he shouldn't be a king at all.''

"I believe that he can be forgiven, he has just stepped out of his shell a little late ", Ardeth spoke up.

'' Athalia!' Omri  scolded, gazing over at his wife. "Please mind your manners — this is not going to leave an impression on the global scale of things."

'' Welcome to King's Landing, I hope your majesties had an good journey.'' Tommen said, changing the subjects.

'' Yes, we did the waters were calm.'' The Vealryon King answered.

'' And, where are Princess Lavinia and Prince Esmond I dont see then?", Shireen remarked inquisitively.

''And what is it to you, Lady Shireen" The Queen demanded. '' My children's whereabouts are none of your concern.

"I was hoping to make alliances with them. Does thst count as a  valid reason for their attendance?"Shirren replied politely.

Athalia scoffed. '' I have no desire to make alliances with Stags, House Velaryon has all the support it needs.''

"Athalia, this is no time for isolationist policies.",: her spouse reminded her. 

"A-hem, unfortunately there must always be a Velaryon left to care for our homeland.. Lavinia and Esmond chose to stay behind.", he informed Shirren.

'' Yes, I understand, I hope I can meet them one day.'' Shireen said, with a smile.

"A state visit will be in order, once this disaster that Joffrey started is taken care of.", Tommen added.

'' Our Lands are separated from the rest of the seven Kingdoms, as your father the late Robert has granted me and my husband here.''

"That's... a shame, truly.", Tommen mumbled, disappointed at the apparent refusal for an alliance. "Well, I am the King now; I would kindly request for you to re-open the hoarders for trade."

'' We shall take consider your request, your Grace.'' King Omri replied, while giving Athalia a pleading look.

A sudden gust of wind alerted everyone to a mage's presence, making Margaery groan in annoyance. Shireen stood up, gesturing for the lady who had just appeared to step aside.

Hygeia's wavy, black hair was pulled back into a braided half-updo, reminiscent of Margaery's usual hairstyles. Her striking, ocean blue eyed gazed curiosly at the crowd᜵ before settling on the new King on his thin.  Her sea-green robe dress was decorated with dark jade on it's colsr, giving it a pattern shaped like the front half of a folded sun origami. In her person were various trinkets, stored away in an enchanted locker. What she did hold was a single,  silver dragon egg they shone like a pearl even in the dim light of the hall.

'' Hello, is Lady Euphraise around?'' she spoke up.

Suddenly, Lannister Guards came towards the strange women with their swords drawn. '' Halt, state your name and purpose here, wrench.''

'' Oh, my apologies.'' The young girl giggled. '' I am Hygeia Aeolus, Lady Euphrasia's half-sister.

Athalia saw red that instant; she lunged towards the stranger, screaming bloody murder, and clawing at her neck in blinding fury. Caught off-guard,  Hygeia accidentally threw the dragon egg into the air, saved only by Oberyn's timely catch.

Loud gasps ranged out in the room, Omri tried to pull his wife back trying to keep her from attacking the girl again. '' Let me go Omri, this girl is an evil omen sent to punish us!''

"...Did I do something wrong?", Hygeia wondered.

'' What are you doing here,you demon!?'' Athalia demanded. '' I had prayed to the fourteen flames you died in the burning fires of hell, as my poor sweet sister has.A daughter of Euron fucking Greyjoy does not deserve a place here!''

"Euron "fucking" Greyjoy is nothing to me. He's half-blind now, and I came of my own will." Hygeia replied coolly, ignoring the hurtful words her supposed aunt just threw at her.

The Velaryon Queen shocked her head. ''Lies, he sent you here to kill Lavina and Esmond didn't he, that's why you showed up today hoping you would be able to finish the job he failed to do the first time!"

"Huh?? What— I only came here to give my half-sister a dragon egg, straight from Old Valyria. By the way Your Grace, would you like one?"

Tommen didn't know what to say. "I... I guess?"

'' That egg has turned to stone, child.'' Omri spoke, his eyes widened in shock and worry.

No one could know about the Dragons that reside on the island

'' Dragons are extinct, your Grace!'' Athalia exclaimed.

"That I believe is a falsehood.", Olenna interrupted. "Lady Aeolus, have you heard anything about the two Targaryens Queens?"

Hygeia smiled widely. "Of course! They started this wheel of events that is the return of the dragons. I say congratulations to them.", she replied while raising an invisible goblet to the air.

'' Shut your mouth, demon!'' Athalia hissed,  trying to lunge for her again.

"Ehe~ anyways, even half-Valyrians can ride a dragon. I am one myself, though my companion is just resting by the Blackwater Rush along with another companion."

'' You have a Dragon.'' Shirren asked, her eyes widened in surprise. '' What's your companion name.''

'' I'm not sure I haven't named her, yet.'' The girl responded. '' But, I do know the other companion name is referred to as Cannibal, the wild Dragon.''

"Marazui.", Shireen suggested. "It means open sea ".

'' Marazui I like it."

A pair of sea-green eyrs looked into the window behind Tommen, who almost let out a girlish screech.  Hygeia chuckled, waving at her dragon.. "Oh well, guess she's awake.

Loud screams and gasped erupted from the crowd, as they tried to flee. Shireen, Hygeia and Tommen could not help but watch their reactions in slight amusement, as Oberyn stepped forward, returning the silver egg to Hygeia's grasp.

"Off you go, Marwzui!", the Valyrian mage soothed. "Your daughter is safe now."

The dragon swiftly flew away, seemingly leaving trails of jade dust as she took to the skies.

'' I am guessing the dragons rumored to be stationed on Driftmark are true, your Grace'" Tommen said, turning to the Velaryon queen. '' That's why you were so hell bent on not letting any outsiders come, you were afraid they would be killed."

''  We don't know what you are talking about your grace.'' Omri said. '' No dragons reside on Driftmark, not to our knowledge."

Hygeia chose not to comment on their white lie, instead focusing on  the more interesting people in the crowd, and then passing Shireen a small box wrapped in purple velvet.

'' This visit is officially over!' Athalia declared, pulling herself away from her husband's grip. ''  I will not be around this demon any longer.''

Sending Hygeia one last hateful glare, she dragged Omri out of the Throne Room, and into a secluded spot.

" 'Thalia,my sweet muse, what's gotten into you?", Omri asked gently.

"Nothing."

"Attempting to murder a girl is not nothing."

Athalia hooked her head. " That girl is a demon, she is the spawn of that Kraken."

" She is your niece!." He exclaimed

" No, she is the living proof that my sweet sister, Alcyone is gone; kidnapped by Euron Greyjoy all those years ago! Did you really think mere childbirth would kill her? No! Theodore Tyrell only lied to Euphrasie because he was trying to find another reason why his wife was stolen from him."

" What happened to Alcyone is terrible, she didn't deserve to die like that," Omri said.

" But it's not Hygeia's fault, she didn't ask to be born, she is just a victim in this as Alycone was." He added.

A pair of sapphire blue shoes that both Velaryons didn't expect to see greeted them,  Hygeia was on her way to the gardens when she overheard the conversation,  Athalia noticed the girl and harshly grabbed her arm.

"Get over here, you!" she growled, her grip on Hygeia's arm tightening through to her frustration, the sorceress did not react.

Hygeia tried to pull away , wishing to give them privacy but Athalia refused to let her go.

" I will kill you, mark my words." the Velaryon Queen sworned. " You will soon lie dead in the dirt as my sweet sister has."

" She was dead by the time I knew I lived.", Hygeia replied, harshly pulling herself away. "I will bring that madman of a squid to you, so that you may feed him to your dragons as revenge.  But remember this; I, Hygeia  Aeolus, will not be restrained by my supposed aunt with an understandably wrathful heart."

" Please just go, child before you make things worse." Omri advised, glancing at the duo. In a flash of light, Hygeia disappears from view, purposefully leaving behind a tiny, jade shell in the place where she stood moments earlier.

",Your Graces?", Varys spoke up, finally having his moment.

" Lord Varys." The couple greeted, with a small smile.

" I apologize for intruding. I was hoping I could have a private word with you two." He said.

"You have it now. Speak freely, son of Lys.", Omri responded.

" As you know House Lannister has lost half of their control and power over the seven kingdoms, The North, The Riverlands, and The Iron Islands are still in open rebellions against the crown!."  Varys explained.  " The realm will soon plunge into chaos." He added."

" Your point, Lord Varys?" Athalia questioned.

" The Seven Kingdoms needs a strong ruler with a good heart and a powerful army, someone that can bring peace to our lands." He said.

" While King Tommen is wise and good-hearted he will not hold the Iron Throne for long," Varys commented. " He is weak and his love for Shireen Baratheon will be his undoing."

"  I have to disagree, the boy seems to be doing a great job on his own." Omri said. " Shireen will make a fine queen."

" He's a bastard, he's not even the rightful heir."  The Velaryon Queen said. " And, Lady Shireen is still a child."

Varys nodded in agreement. "  I'm not sure if you heard of this, but my birds said that Rhaegar's children are very much alive, living a good life in Eassos."

Athalia gasped, looking around, only to find Tommen and Shireen giggling to themselves as they walked past.

"No, that can't be true unless some blood magic was involved."

Mentioning that kind of spell left a bitter taste in her mouth, as if she envisioned Hygeia drowning her children.

"It is.", Varys insisted gently "Jon Cconnington saved the children from Tywin's hands all those years ago. The least you can do is put Aegon on his rightful throne."

Athalia only shook her head, as she walked away from the eunuch. Omri followed her, thinking of what the Lysene man just said.

"No amount of sorcery could bring my sister back, much less two children. Omri, you don't believe Varys right?"

The man did not reply, instead he headed for the ship that would take the couple home.

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"MARZUI,!", Hygeia called out, spotting her dragon flying over the sea, catching small fishes for lunch. The dragon quickly flew over to her side, dropping her catch on the magic basket that her mistress conjured.

"I am in the mood for a flight. How about we torment Euron Greyjoy at sea?"

The dragon nodded, and let her mistress climb onto her back. Within a few moments, she was laughing madly, flying off to the skies at the prospect of torturing the kraken until he stopped thinking.

All the while, splashing seawater on poor Ardeth, who was fortunate enough to keep his letters dry.

"Hey, watch it, seaweed brain!"

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