𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖

Naerys Targaryen was a pretty little thing. That's what everyone said about her. Many people said she was the most beautiful woman in the realm. Daughter to Saera Targaryen and Naelor  Velaryon. When Naerys was brought to court, only whispers were heard. Not even the king had been able to meet the girl. Saera had died after their arrival and Naelor died soon after.

Naerys, her only child was left with the care of her uncle but with also with ladies and knights that her parents left her in case they passed. She would always be protected. Naerys was always cold. She didn't seem to feel things, she grew out surrounded with family but neither of them showed her love or attention. Anything that would tell her what emotions meant. Her father, Naelor Velaryon was a great warrior and her mother a great strategist, she knew the ways of war, she had learnt a lot in Pentos.

Naerys never allowed people to see her for who she was. She was just there, no voice, no opinion, no nothing. She was obedient enough and the king appreciated that someone finally listened to his command. As the time passed she grew into a beautiful woman. Tall, slim, big breast, curves that made any other maiden jealous, her silver yet wavy hair was always adorned with flowers that Rhaenyra loved to put on her hair, her lilac eyes with blue irises were what made her unique. She loved poetry and writing, it was one of her few passions as the other one was sword fighting.

When Naerys had reached her ten and five name day everyone realized she was to be married soon. The question was to who? Rhaenyra her cousin came to her for help. Rhaenyra Targaryen, the Realm's Delight and Heir was barren, she could not bare a child. She had recently married Laenor Velaryon and in the year that they had been married nothing ever happened. Alicent who had married her father two years prior already had a one year old son.

Daemon was brought into the equation, Rhaenyra's plan was simple, Naerys would be married to Daemon and her to Laenor. Naerys would try to have children with Laenor and if not her and Daemon would have two children at least for Rhaenyra and the then have their own. Daemon would never pass the opportunity to have his son or daughter sit on the Iron Throne and he quickly and gladly accepted.

King Viserys wasn't hard to convince and princess Naerys married Daemon Targaryen two moons later. Prince Jacaerys was born nearly nine moons later and the boy was Velaryon through and through. A year later came prince Lucerys, that same year princess Helaena Targaryen was born. Daemon had said those were enough for Rhaenyra that the two had to have heirs of their own. But he was too late as the princess was with her third and last child from Laenor Velaryon. Prince Joffrey Velaryon was born during the late winters.

Prince Baelon and princess Alyssane were born two years after their "cousin" Lucerys and one year after Joffrey. The same year prince Lucerys was born, his uncle Aemond was born just a few months prior. Rhaneyra loved the boys and Naerys couldn't deny it but the three boys felt no strong connection to the future queen. But she knew she had to keep her distance and the princess and prince Daemon left for Dragonstone. 

Alyssanne and Baelon were joined by Visenya and Viserys nearly two years later and Daemon and his lady wife decided to stop there. When Jacaerys was near his ten and eighth name day the king decided to host a tourney in his honor. Naerys and her husband arrived last, making their grand entrance. "Prince Daemon and princess Naerys Targaryen. Their children, Baelon, Alyssanne, Visenya, Viserys, Alyssa, Jocelyn, Aemon, Aenys" the man announced. Eight children, she bore prince Daemon and one more on the way. Their last one, they both swore this time. And to Laenor Velaryon she gave three sons. Rhaenys and Corlys knew they weren't Rhaenyra's sons. She could tell. They had more Velaryon features and Targaryen from Naerys and Laenor. The couple couldn't complain though, their blood would preserve and soon enough Jacaerys would be king and his brother the heir to Driftmark. Pure Velaryon's.

Viserys stood and welcomed his brother and niece with open arms, inviting their children and them to stand beside them. Jacaerys and his brothers rushed to be near their aunt, they loved her. More often than not the three boys spent time in Dragonstone with their aunt and uncle. Rhaneyra had offered a bethrotal between Jacaerys and Alyssanne and one between Lucerys and Visenya. Daemon was happy, his daughter would be queen consort and his other daughter lady of Driftmark. The feast ended and everyone returned to their chambers. Princess Naerys roamed the halls when she encountered Rhaenyra. The two had been close in their youth. Her pregnant belly was visible.

"Pregnancy has always suited you" Rhaenyra said and she smiled. Rhaenyra had always envied that, she bore eleven children with one more on the way and she remained a beauty. Everyone said pregnancy made her even more beautiful. Daemon had been lucky and blessed with a wife like her many said. "I never got to feel that, I'm afraid" Rhaenyra broke the silence. At that moment the babe kick. "Would you like to feel it?" she asked and Rhaenyra nodded happily. The babe feeling Rhaenyra's hand kicked once again. The two smiled at each other. "Thank you" was all she said before walking away.

Aemond had watched her, since the moment she arrived. "Dear aunt" he said with a smile, one that she returned. "Aemond! Has it truly been that long?" Naerys asked with a smile. Alicent liked Naerys and often allowed her children to visit. That's how Baelon found himself betrothed to Helaena who loved the young boy. Aegon's future lady had yet to be decided but Dameon swore he would rather feed his daughters to Caraxes before letting any of them marry Aegon. Aemond and Daeron could be the exception in a good day. "Indeed it has" he replied as he kissed her hand. "Every time I see you get more beautiful, aunt" he said with a small smile.

"Walk with me, nephew" she said as he grabbed a hold of his arm. "When will you get marry?" she asked. "No lady wants to marry a man with one eye" he said as he looked away. "Any lady would be honored to be with a good man, my dear nephew. Looks fade with the years, but a good heart never does. One day, you'll meet a lady that comes into your life and before you know she'll change everything for you. Trust me" how could he not trust her when she told him that he would ride the biggest dragon, and soon enough he claimed Vhagar.

Aemond thought she would be a would wife. She was near her thirty and five name day. Young, she was young yet she look no older than twenty. She was fertile, many children. "Have you chosen names yet?" he asked. "Maegelle and Aemma" she said. "How do you know they'll be girls and twins?" he asked. "A mother always know. And most of my children came with in pairs" she replied as they reached her chambers. She kissed his cheek and bid goodbye. Daemon had been reading when she arrived. He stood up and left the book on the desk as he walked over to her. He kissed her before caressing her belly.

"I've missed you" he said with a smile. "I left you not long ago, husband" she said with a smile in return. "Let's get some rest" she nodded as she led him to bed. The week they were supposed to stay stretched to a few months and her last children were born in King's Landing. As promised, Maegelle and Aemma were born in the eight day of the seventh month of the year 133. Born healthy and with the Targaryen and Velaryon traits. On their first few weeks, Daemon and Naerys took the babes on their first ride just as daemon's mother had done with him and Saera with her. It was said that the only time Saera rode a dragon was to take her daughter on her first ride.

During a dinner, a request of the king before Daemon and his family left to Dragonstone. Aemond made a toast to his nephews. Sons of a daughter of a whore. Everyone knew who that was. But the confusion on their faces. Rhaenyra's faced pale at the idea that someone knew. But it was true, Aemond knew. King Viserys knew. He had always known. Rhaenyra knew he had to know. "Prince Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffrey are blood of the dragon and blood of the sea horse and that is what matters. Regardless, a Targaryen would sit on the Iron Throne. They were descendants of Aegon and his blood. "I'm afraid my husband and I have overstayed our welcome" she said as she stood up. "My king, my queen" she said before starting to walk away.

"Naerys, wait" Alicent said. "You don't have to leave" she said as she held her hand. Alicent was fond of her. She was like a daughter to her. "I promise I'll return as soon as I can" she said before bidding goodbye to Rhaenyra and the rest of her nephews. As her children took the sky with their father, she stayed to take her youngest through the sea. "Is it true? Are we bastards?" Jacaerys asked. "You're a Targaryen and a Velaryon by blood. That's what matters. You hear me?" she told and asked and he nodded. "We'll see each other very soon, okay?" Rhaenyra choose to leave last minute as well. Stating some time away from the capital would do her some good.

As everyone reached Dragonstone everyone sat in the war room. Secrets had been revealed. Her only sons were not really hers but Naerys's son with Laenor. And their future wives were their half sisters. There was a lot to process but the three boys were happy. Now they understand why didn't feel connected to Rhaenyra. Of course they loved her, she had raised them but they had always felt like something was missing and that something was their mother. And now, they were all reunited. And they would remain united till the end of their days, which may be short.

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