A Young Woman's Inevitable Dance with Dragons

Prologue:

Viserys, King of the Seven Kingdoms, was a man filled with grief. His wife, his beloved Aemma lay dead, while his newborn daughter still clung to life. The Grand Maester said the babe was too small for there to be much hope. Yet, she fought. Viserys had been so certain that it was to be a boy, but even in his disappointment, he cherished the tiny blue-eyed girl that fought so fiercely just for breath.

She fought, while his brother, Daemon, drank and whored and spat foulness from his lips. When his loyal right hand, Otto Hightower, had brought word of what had been said on the Street of Silk he had grown wroth. He sat on the Iron Throne and waited for his brother to answer his summons. His Kingsguard were arrayed in front of him, and the naked Valyrian Steel blade, Blackfyre, rested across his lap. Woe be to his brother if he responded with anything but contrition!

Daemon Targaryen was his beloved brother. The man had many faults, and all on his small council oft reported them. He had been made Master of Coin, but the post bored him. Viserys had made him Master of Laws next, but all he did was quarrel with his Hand, Otto. Finally, he had been made Commander of the City Watch. There, finally, he seemed to have found purpose; crime had been curtailed, things had been looking up, and now this.

His brother entered the throne room with his typical arrogant swagger. Daemon's strong Targaryen features immediately revealed his noble lineage at a glance. His deep-set purple eyes always held either contempt, amusement, or boredom. Silver hair fell to his shoulders and framed his clean-shaven face.

"You cut the image of the conqueror, brother."

"Did you say it?" Viserys asked with a weary voice.

"I don't know what you mean," Daemon replied.

"You will address me as "Your Grace," or I will have my Kingsguard cut out your tongue," the King spoke with constrained fury.

Daemon paused a slight look of uncertainty on his proud features.

"The Gods left nothing to chance." The King's eyes bore into his brothers.

"Did you say it? Upon my Aemma's death? Were you celebrating her death so your own position was secured? Were you celebrating that she bore a daughter when I so longed for a son?"

"We must all mourn in our own way, Your Grace. I was in my cups; you know I harbored no ill will towards the queen."

Viserys rarely lost his temper. He always sought to find a balance, to ensure all parties were, if not content, at least not wholly slighted or harmed by his decisions. Now, he felt fire and rage in his belly. His beloved was dead, his eldest daughter shattered by her death, and his youngest still confronting the Stranger.

"My family has been destroyed. But instead of being by my side, or Rhaenyra's, you chose to celebrate your own rise!" Rage overtook him fully. "Laughing with your whores and your lickspittles. You have no allies at court but me!"

It was true, Daemon had rubbed his entire council the wrong way at one point or another. Ever had Viserys defended his brother, and this was how he had been repaid.

"Everything I have given you; you've thrown back in my face."

Daemon's own temper soared as his nostrils flared.

"You've only ever tried to send me away. To the Vale, to the City Watch, anywhere, but by your side. Ten years you have been King and yet not once have you asked me to be your Hand!"

"Why would I do that?"

"Because I'm your brother. And the blood of the dragon runs thick."

"Then why do you cut me so deeply?" Viserys trembled. Was Daemon's frustration at not being made Hand the cause of this virulent bitterness in his heart?

"I've only ever spoken the truth. I see Otto Hightower for what he is."

The King made a dismissive gesture. Otto had proven his faithfulness time and time again.

"An unwavering and loyal Hand?"

"A cunt," Daemon vulgarly replied. "A second son who stands to inherit nothing he doesn't seize for himself."

Viserys would not allow his friend to be besmirched. "Otto Hightower is a more honorable man than you could ever be."

"He doesn't protect you, I would."

"From what?"

"Yourself. You are weak, Viserys. And that council of leeches knows it. They all prey on you for their own ends."

Viserys closed his eyes for a moment. He was not weak. Daemon did not understand, he thought that a King should rule and run roughshod over anyone and everyone. He did not believe in compromise. He did not believe in seeking solutions that would prevent bitter feuds. He ruled with wisdom, not weakness. And yet, his brother's words had barbed his soul. Was he being taken advantage of, at times?

He opened his eyes, and there was pain, not satisfaction or gloating.

"I have decided to name a new heir."

Daemon's face filled with shock. "I am your heir."

"Not anymore. You are to return to Runestone and your lady wife at once, and you are to do so without quarrel, by order of your King."

Daemon advanced a step, and two of the Kingsguard immediately barred his path. Rage twisted upon his features, and his hand twitched, but he refrained from doing something foolish. Instead, he bowed his head fractionally.

"Your Grace." The King's brother walked out without a further word.

Once he had gone, Viserys exhaled heavily. That had been difficult for him. He hated having his brother apart from him, but Otto had explained why it was necessary. Such borderline treasonous talk could not be tolerated. It was also clear that Daemon could not be trusted with the crown; should something befall Viserys, the realm would suffer.

He rose heavily from the throne, he should check on his daughters. He would find both Rhaenyra and the newborn together. So sure had Viserys been that he would have a son, they had not even considered the possibility of a daughter. A name had to be given, and he named her Elaena Targaryen after one of his ancestors.

He arrived to see his eldest daughter pacing fitfully as a wetnurse held his newborn daughter. The Maester was there as well and the King conferred with him.

"I hesitate to give you any misplaced hope, Your Grace, but I am heartened by her continued survival. With her size and difficulty breathing, I would have thought her to have passed. Every hour she seems to grow stronger. I have seen a score of babes healthier pass by now, again, Your Grace, I can make no guarantees."

Viserys approached the wetnurse who bowed while carrying her burden. The princess was nuzzling. Her fine hair was silver and when she opened her eyes, they were blue, likely from Arryn heritage on her mother's side. This was his daughter, the last vestige of his Aemma. He had been faced with an impossible choice in the birthing room, he could only pray that little Elaena would survive.

He went to hold Rhaenyra who was stiff. He surmised she blamed him for her mother's death. Aemma had always suffered in the birthing bed, but Viserys had so badly wanted a son. He had dreamt of it, not as in men dreamed, but as a Targaryen. He had thought he was a Dreamer, someone with prophetic visions. Those visions spoke of a son, wearing the conquerors crown. Now, he knew that had just been a childish fancy, he was no Dreamer. His error had cost him his wife's life.

"The Maester believes Elaena has a chance. We must not lose hope. We will place an egg in her cradle, and she will find strength from it."

The tradition of placing an egg in a babe's cradle had fallen out of use, yet old tales talked of dragons lending strength to their riders. Viserys knew it could not hurt, and may give his daughter some hope.

His daughter remained silent. When the newborn had finished drinking, she coughed and rasped. It was a wretched sound. Placing the babe down onto its cradle made it worse, Rhaenyra lifted the babe to her own body, and the coughing subsided for a time. Viserys felt helpless and took his leave. There was little he could do and neither daughter seemed to long for his presence.

Chapter 1

"I know that the embodiment of evil, Being X must be behind all of this." -From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 11

Queen Alicent Hightower was heavy with the King's child. Having seen what happened with Aemma she was wrought with worry. Even though the good Maester had told her, by all indication she, and the babe within her were healthy, she was apprehensive. She knew her husband was also concerned and he doted on her constantly. She loved him for his concern, Viserys was many years her senior and she could not say she enjoyed his form, but he was good to her.

In some ways, she was already a mother. Little Elaena was almost two now and with her mother dead, and Alicent the new King's wife, it was up to her to help raise her. She had help, of course, the wetnurse and other serving maids, and even the King's first daughter, Rhaenyra who came to check on her and play with her.

Alicent's relationship with Rhaenyra was complex. She was only a year older than the princess, and yet it had always been Rhaenyra who had been the bold one and taken the lead in their conversations. Alicent marrying her father, had strained things. She felt an interloper between father and daughter. They both loved Viserys and Elaena, and that united them, yet the undercurrent of usurpation of Aemma lay between them, unspoken, but keenly felt.

The realm had delighted when Elaena had survived. She was still small for her age, but the egg that had been placed in her cradle had hatched. The hatchling had scales of palest silver, and the young creature seemed to lend strength to the little Targaryen. Alicent was more comfortable around dragons than most of Westeros, but even she was wary. And yet the hatchling's behavior was as keen as any well-behaved hound or horse. Even so, the dragon keepers had said the hatchling would soon need to be taken to the pit. It had clearly bonded with little Elaena, but until she was old enough to command it, a stray flame could ignite a room.

Elaena herself was somewhat of an oddity. She seemed to develop like a normal child, only at times she would catatonically stare at nothing. These spells would last minutes at a time and she could not be broken from them. When she would finally snap out of it, she would weep and sob, but eventually return to being a normal young child. It was the strangest thing. The new Grand Maester suggested the babe may have been deprived of air during the difficult birth or shortly after and that it had impacted her mind. He claimed that something similar would occur to those struck in the head, but given the overall rate of learning to crawl, toddle, and grasp things she likely would be able to lead a normal life. Well, as normal a life as a princess could.

Alicent worried over her and would always hold her when those episodes occurred. She hoped Elaena would get along well with the child in her womb. They would be siblings of similar age. It was possible they may even be married to each other if she bore a son. A part of her yearned for a son, as it was something Viserys desperately desired. Another part of her feared the consequences. With a son, would Rhaenyra still be the heir? Viserys had said she would be, but the realm would always prefer a male over a female. If Viserys ceded to tradition, would Rhaenyra hate her forever?

She knew her father would want nothing more than to be the grandfather of the next King. He had warned her not to press for it if it was a boy. The thought should not come from her, lest she be viewed as grasping for power for her children at the expense of Aemma, his first wife. It was with some bitterness, that Alicent knew Viserys still cared and longed for her. He was not so vile or crass to speak her name as they lay carnally with each other, but when he was asleep and lost in his dreams, her name was heard.

She knew her husband worried over his brother. Daemon had been exiled from court due to his rash words after the Queen's death. Viserys still loved him, and hoped he would not fall in the battles that were taking place in the Stepstones. Alicent also knew there was no love lost between her father and Daemon. She could not wish for his death, not when it would cause such grief to her husband.

She felt movement in her belly and smiled. It would not be long now. She cherished being able to raise Elaena. Raisng her was not the same as having her own child and she longed to welcome it into the world.

Rhaenyra doted upon her little sister. Such a tiny precious little girl. Even after she began walking, Rhaenyra adored cradling Elaena like a baby. Those troubling spells of her staring off at nothing had grown worse, and Rhaenyra was worried.


Then the day occurred, just shy of her third name day, Elaena stared off as was becoming so frequent and then collapsed. Upon hearing of it, Rhaenyra had run to see how she was doing. The Maester, again had no answers for them. Both Rhaenyra and Alicent stayed by the girl's side. Relations between the two had grown strained with the birth of Prince Aegon. Aegon the second, the first son of Viserys. Rhaenyra heard the whispers, the talk of how it was only a matter of time until the King formally announced him as his heir.

The frostiness that existed between the two of them did not lead to quarrelsome words, not typically and certainly not while Elaena's small frame lay almost unmoving. Her breathing had not been an issue for over a year now, and they took comfort in the steady rise and fall of her chest.

Sometime, in the hour of the owl, Elaena awoke. Rhaenyra immediately shouted for a servant to fetch the Maester. Alicent touched her and felt to make sure she was well.

"Forgive me for causing you worry, mother, sister, but I am doing better now."

The words, and the poise in which they were spoken stunned them both. It wasn't as if Elaena had never spoken before, but she spoke in the way of young children. Not that the words were complicated, but the way they were spoken belied her years. Rhaenyra was shocked, as they stared in silence at Elaena, the girl's eyes darted around in panic for a moment, before slowly closing.

"I… tired. Rest now."

Rhaenyra looked at Alicent in confusion. Had she spoken beyond her years and then regressed and just shut her eyes again. What to make of it. Soon, the Maester and the King arrived. The Maester prodded the princess awake.

"Sleepy, very sleep, sleep. No noise… please."

The Maester assured the King that all was well; she had woken from whatever episode had occurred and any danger had passed.

"Will this happen again?" Viserys asked.

"Only the Gods know, Your Grace. Your daughter may have these fits throughout all her life. There was a boy from House Marbrand a few generations back who would get the shakes, but only once or twice a moon's turning. Predicting these is all but impossible."

Rhaenyra felt a deep well of sadness rise within her. If this was to keep happening, Elaena would never be a dragonrider. That sort of risk was too great. It was a bitter thought, but better than losing her all together. They filed out of the room and Rhaenyra went to get some sleep herself.

The following days were odd. Elaena was not her typical self. She spoke queerly, at times seemingly to regress to an even younger age, and other times more fluently, not like when she first awoke, but somewhere in between. She cornered Grand Maester Mellos twice demanding answers, her own father admonished her for hectoring the man who had already given his answer.

It was announced that Alicent was with child again. Aegon was still a babe. Viserys was busy with his new son, his pregnant wife, and of course running the Seven Kingdoms.

We are being pushed aside, me and Elaena.

Alicent still seemed to care about Viserys' youngest daughter, but there was a lessening of the care and attention paid to her. Rhaenyra tried to fill in that space, but it seemed she needn't have bothered. The active child had become more withdrawn and had asked for books with pictures. There were fewer hugs and games, and when they played hide-the-treasure, there was no joy in her eyes. It almost seemed as if the girl of three was humoring her. Which was an absurd notion, but she could not shake the feeling.

Despite her earlier desire to do so, Rhaenyra slowly retreated from regular time with Elaena. It was just discomforting. Those sea-blue eyes had a way of seeing through her. The heir of the Seven Kingdoms had taken to flying Syrax more and more often. It was a way to clear her thoughts and dispel the disquiet from her mind. The one silver lining in the change with her little sister was that she no longer had any of her episodes.

Rhaenyra was unhappy with the grand hunt that had been called to honor her half-brother's second name day. She had more than a few reasons, but the largest was that her father was trying to sell her off to the Lannisters, and the thought made her skin crawl.


In the King's tent, while the hunters sought their quarry things came to a head. Her father had been drinking and jesting with his lords. When she spoke with him it quickly became heated.

"I see what is happening here, father! Was there this celebration for Elaena's second name day? Her third name day? Will there be one for her upcoming fourth?"

Viserys looked flummoxed. "I, well, it isn't quite the same."

"Of course it isn't, the King's heir is to be honored above mere daughters."

"You are my heir, Rhaenyra."

"Do you think me blind? You held a tourney for his first name day as well. All can see what you intend to do, so just do it."

Viserys looked angry and raised his voice "I have…"

The King's Hand interrupted, likely to prevent a scene from being made and getting tongues wagging. Hightower was good about smoothing things over and managing her father. Viserys loved to drink, and while he was neither lecherous nor fury-driven when in his cups, he did sometimes lose his more graceful bearing and guarded tongue.

Little Elaena, who traveled with the Queen's family, approached as the Hand drew away her father.

"Sister, you should not quarrel with father over such things. I do not care about having things done in my name."

It had been months since that day. Elaena had matured quickly, unnaturally quick in Rhaenyra's eyes. The girl had not just been looking at the pictures of the books provided but reading them. She was not yet even four!

"It isn't about you; it is about the disparity between how he treats his son and how he treats us."

Elaena nodded in understanding. Which was wrong. She shouldn't understand that!

"I see. Well, if you feel strongly about this, speak to father in a less crowded area and when he is not within his cups. Tempers could flare with the wrong timing."

She ruffled her sister's hair, which drew an annoyed childlike glare that Rhaenyra still found adorable. She liked to do things like this when her sister was speaking beyond her years.

"I'm certain you know best with your many years of wisdom, sister."

Elaena let out a small huff and then wandered off back toward Alicent's side. Rhaenyra had tried to talk with Alicent about Elaena, but her one-time friend had thought her strange. She had even told Rhaenyra that Elaena was a boon and could reliably calm down Aegon when he went into a tantrum.

Rhaenyra sighed; she would talk to her father again, later. This endless waiting had her in a state of limbo. If he meant to replace her, he should just do it. She was in no hurry to wed, no hurry to face the woman's battlefield that Aemma had suffered through. Bedding, now that sounded fun to her, but childbirth. She shuddered. Whether her father took the heirship away from her or not, she would have to face it one day.

Viserys rarely grew truly wroth, but this was one of those times. Since the hunt he had reassured Rhaenyra; he had no intention of replacing her as heir. More, he had even given her leave to make her own choice as to who to marry. She had gone on a tour of the Seven Kingdoms and rejected every offer. Birth, wealth, reputation, or even looks, none would sway her.


Then his damned brother, who had returned so triumphant and yet had humbled himself after his grand victory, had gone and done something unconscionable. Why could his family not simply do their duty? Had he not given them chance after chance? Had he not forgiven slight after slight?

Much had happened in a short time. Otto Hightower had been replaced as Hand, Daemon exiled, again, and now he had made Rhaenyra finally do her duty. She would wed Laenor Velaryon, or he would replace her as heir. If she could not be made to see sense, she could not rule the Seven Kingdoms. Viserys would remove her for the same reason he removed Daemon as heir.

Fortunately, she had complied, though she had tried to make him feel as if she were the wronged one. It was enough to drive a man to drink. He poured himself more wine; he deserved it after the last few weeks.

"You should not drink to excess, father." Elaena told him as she entered the room. Viserys was always guarded by his Kingsguard, but he had left instructions that his wife and children need not be announced or barred from his company. Not unless he specifically instructed it.

The little princess had not yet seen her fifth name day, and yet the Maesters claimed she was brighter and more knowledgeable than half the nobility. Her love of books had made her a bit of a recluse. His wife reassured him that she got on well with Aegon and his youngest daughter Helaena.

"I believe I'll need a word with the septa on teaching you the proper courtesies when speaking with your lord father and King," he jested.

She smiled for a moment and Viserys felt at peace, but it faded quickly.

"I am serious. Excess food and alcohol will prematurely age you and add to your current infirmities. I would not see you join my mother in the grave before I even reach my maturity."

He grunted. Little Elaena would couch her words sometimes, but other times she was as direct as a Stark. This was one of those times where she seemed to judge him with those decidedly un-childlike eyes.

"Do not worry, I have many good years left in me. The stresses of kingship require a bit of vice to get through them."

She frowned. "I know I am young, but there are texts that suggest that are better ways to alleviate anxiety. Have you considered going out riding? Or even a morning brisk walk? I could join you, and you can start your day with a fresh mind."

Viserys was touched by his daughter's words. She was genuinely worried about his health. He knew he had not spent much time with her compared to Aegon, but he must have made some favorable impression on his precocious child.

"I will think on it, being a King is very busy."

She nodded to him. "Would you like to meet tomorrow or the day after to begin?"

He laughed; he couldn't quite help himself. She was as relentless as Otto had been. Ah, but he did miss his old friend and Hand. Viserys shook his head.

"So insistent, very well, I will walk with you on the morrow."

She smiled again, walked up to him, and took the bottle he had poured from off his desk.

"Lest you fall into temptation, father. You will be most vexed if you try to rise in the morn, only for a pounding head to keep you from adhering to the word you have given me."

Viserys blinked. Elaena was going to be even more willful than Rhaenyra! Only a child could be so audacious with a King, and yet he found he did not mind.

"Alicent will be cross if she sees you with that, you can leave it here."

"Only if you promise not to drink more tonight."

"You have the solemn word of the King of the Seven Kingdoms, is that sufficient for you, Princess Elaena of the House Targaryen?"

It was and she gave him a kiss on the cheek goodnight and went off to her own room. He shook his head again in bemusement. His mood was lifted, and breath came easier into his lungs. His mind was now more at ease with the big changes he had made. He was even more intent on personally sailing to Driftmark and see to it that the match was agreed upon with House Valeryon.

Rhaenyra stood her ground as Alicent angrily yelled at her.


"How could you? You risked the life of your sister on a lark! What were you thinking?"

Her sister had been perfectly safe riding behind her on Syrax, she had made sure the chains and straps were secure. Little Elaena had loved every second of their flight.

"I was thinking my sister could use a change of pace. She was perfectly safe, Syrax is well behaved! She loved it, I have not seen her laugh with such glee in almost two years."

Alicent shook her head. "Did someone else join you in making sure she was secure?"

"No… but I know what I am doing."

"Yes, because we all know how sound your judgement is."

Rhaenyra's blood ran hot. She knew she was talking about her… escapades with men and going into the city. It had not been long since that discussion.

"Watch what you say, Alicent."

"She's not even five! She is fragile; her neck could have snapped with the wrong wind!"

Rhaenyra laughed, "You are ridiculous. You do not understand, nor will you ever. You are not a Targaryen. Stop speaking of things which you know not!"

"I will speak with the King about this. You endanger your honor and yourself with your recklessness, but to risk your sister like this… no more. I forbid it."

Rhaenyra almost struck her. How dare she try to forbid her something. She was the heir!

"You are not her mother; you have no say in what she does. I will take her flying every day if it pleases me."

Her one-time friend quivered with rage and promised once more to take it to the King. Rhaenyra turned away herself. Alicent had no right to interfere with her bonding with Elaena. She wasn't there. She had not felt the sheer joy emanate from Elaena. And to accuse her of being reckless with her sister's life… that had been too far.

Her father came to her later that evening.

"You and Alicent have been quarrelling. I have heard her side; I would hear yours."

"Elaena asked to fly with me; I saw no reason to deny her. It was perfectly safe. Alicent worries over nothing and oversteps her place. She is not my mother; she is not Elaena's mother."

Viserys sighed heavily.

"No one can replace Aemma."

Rhaenyra let out a dismissive laugh.

"Rhaenyra! I say again, no one can replace Aemma. She will always be dear in my heart above all others. She is gone and could not be here to care for Elaena. Alicent, and yes, you as well, took on the role of mother in her place. And what a fine job you both have done! She is brilliant, kind, and studious."

Rhaenyra hated the fact her father had remarried. And if he had to get married, why did it have to be Alicent? He could have married Laena Valeryon, yes, she was younger but it would have secured an important political alliance. A marriage that was based on pragmatism, not love and lust. Not a replacement of the heart.

"If you claim that I also helped raise her as a mother figure, then Alicent still has no right to hector me over her safety. I would not let harm befall her."

Viserys let out another a sigh. "Rhaenyra, I know you will always protect your sister. It is natural to worry, she is young and fragile." He chuckled a bit, it was forced. "A stiff wind likely could knock her over. Surely it is not necessary to take her to the sky again so soon. She will fly all her life, if she desires. In a few short years she will be flying alongside you on her own. For the sake of peace in this house, just be patient."

"You are forbidding me?"

"Part of being a ruler is compromising, Rhaenyra."

She arched an eyebrow. "You are either forbidding me or you are not. Which is it, Your Grace," the last words were said harshly full of derision.

"Forbidding you, then. Do not fly your sister without my permission."

Rhaenyra nodded, "Next time little Elaena asks I'll tell her to go to you for permission then."

Viserys scowled, a telltale sign that his temper was on the verge of fraying. Rhaenyra could tell and considered the wisdom of guarding her tongue.

"You are being spiteful, and for no need. She will fly soon enough."

"As you say, Your Grace."

Viserys sighed one more time and dismissed her.

Chapter 2

"I've learned that there are two types of people, rational and irrational, so I'll undoubtedly need to revisit behavioral economics." -From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol 1

Alicent had worried when Elaena had come to her. Rhaenyra, spiteful as she was, had attempted to poison their relationship by making it clear Alicent had been behind the refusal for her to ride with Rhaenyra on Syrax. The daughter of her heart, if not her blood, came prepared to discuss it. Speaking of how tame Syrax was, how careful Rhaenyra had been, and with tales from Old Valyria of newborns being taken up on dragons to fly with their fathers. None of it moved Alicent; it was dangerous, and she had convinced Viserys.

Her experience with Aegon had led her to be prepared for a tantrum, cries, and even barbed words that would cut her. She had been prepared to endure them, even bear Elaena's disdain. None of that came. Once it was clear Alicent was adamant in her view, Elaena dropped the matter entirely. There were no tears or recriminations, or anything of the like.

Months later their relationship was as strong as ever as Alicent prepared to give birth to her third child. Little Elaena had asked to be there with her, to hold her hand as she faced the birthing bed. Touched, Alicent had accepted.

It was the first birthing without her father nearby. Not that he would be in the birthing chamber, of course, but knowing he was there within walking distance had comforted her. Now he had been sent back to Oldtown; one of those uncommon times where Viserys had refused her. She knew the succession and his advice to the King on favoring Aegon over Rhaenyra was the major reason. She felt Elaena's hand tighten around hers, and her anxiety over the birth, her father, and her son's futures faded a bit.

The delivery turned out easier than her prior two births. Was she becoming used to labor? The pain itself had felt a distant thing even as the contractions had reached their peak. She thanked the Seven for the easy birth. Her youngest son, Aemond Targaryen was smaller at birth than her other two, but his cry was fierce and the Maester stated he was healthy.

That was what mattered most. Viserys had come in later and held his son. He seemed surprised to see Elaena there.

"So that is where you are. I had looked for you earlier to walk while I awaited news, but assumed you had found a nook somewhere to read another one of your tomes."

"Forgive me father, I wanted to be here with mother."

Viserys waved his hand. "No explanation is needed." He turned to Alicent. "You have given me another son; thank you my dear."

Alicent smiled in return, hopeful that her completing her responsibility as a dutiful wife would aid in putting her son on the Iron Throne. The realm wished it. With a trueborn son many were clamoring to have Rhaenyra set aside. Only her husband would not do it, so what would bitter Rhaenyra who whored around and had to be made to do her duty do when there was another who the realm desired to have rule over them? She hated to think Rhaenyra would be capable of having her half-brothers killed or sent to the Wall, but the way she had acted lately, she was almost sure that would happen once she ascended the Iron Throne.

It was made all the worse with the betrothal between Laenor Velaryon and Rhaenyra. Even though Rhaenyra did not want the marriage, it had bolstered her claim. Laenor flew Seasmoke, and his mother was the Princess Rhaenys, who's line had carried the alternative to Viserys. Her father had tried all he could to push for alternatives for Rhaenyra when he was still Hand.

She accepted the babe back from her husband. He did have a good set of lungs. She prayed that he would not take after Aegon too much. That boy would scream and cry over anything; it was a chore to get him to quiet down. The servants who tended to him admitted to helplessness, his cries alarming those around who were not used to it. Viserys enjoyed interacting with his son when he wasn't like that, but when he was, he washed his hands of him entirely. Elaena who was now sized smaller than Aegon, despite her being older, was one of the few who could return him to calm. Aemond had to be better than her difficult firstborn, he just had to be.

Viserys had his fill of family quarrels. Exiling his brother from court a second time had burdened his heart. The icy coldness between Rhaenyra and Alicent was only growing more pronounced. Things could be worse, and there had been progress on some fronts. Rhaenyra and Laenor were finally betrothed. The two seemed amicable with each other, though no wedding date had been set. He had a fine healthy third child with Alicent, and he was starting to feel physically better himself. Aemma's youngest daughter had proven correct, his morning walks were helping his constitution. That, and not drinking and eating so heavily at night.


She seemed to look forward to them as much as he, but if he was late, she could not be found. When he had asked why she had not waited, her response was heart wrenching.

"I just assumed that you cared more about indulging then in spending time with me."

He tried to explain that wasn't the case, and she said she understood, but in the way where you know someone is just humoring you. After that he had reiterated his commitment to curbing his drinking when the stresses of Kingship grew too much. Time flew, as oft it did, and he wished to cherish the time he had with his family, especially the ones who didn't cause endless headaches. Or shrieked like a banshee as his eldest son often did.

That brought something to mind as he walked with his daughter.

"You seem to be one of the few who can contain Aegon. I had told Alicent that I thought a match between Aegon and Helaena to be appropriate. But you are so good with him, we could change our plans. Instead, Helaena can marry Aemond and you can marry Aegon."

His poised daughter stumbled a step.

"Ah, oh, well, no, I don't think that would be good. I've helped rear him to some extent, father, and it would be queer for me to take the same child I helped in that way as a husband."

Viserys frowned. He knew she helped Alicent with his children, but she surely did not rise to the level of a mother figure for Aegon. Something else was going on here.

"You must marry of course, and options are somewhat limited. Perhaps if Rhaenyra and Laenor have a son soon after marriage. Or if Daemon ever father's a child with his wife, an unlikely scenario since he did not return to the Vale."

Elaena looked less than her typical poised self.

"What is the matter?"

"I… understand I will one day marry. I also know the traditions of our house. Despite this, I find the notion of marrying family, off-putting."

Viserys stopped and crouched down to get eye level with his daughter. She was but five and had read scores of books. No doubt those texts written by the Andals and the First Men held strong beliefs about incest and considered it a great sin. He oft forgot she was so young, and girls her age could be quite impressionable.

"You must remember, we are not like others. Some say Targaryens are closer to Gods than men." At her face he put his hands up, "I did not say I believed it, just that it is said. We command, or are at least tolerated, by dragons. It is what allowed Aegon to conquer the Seven Kingdoms, it is what keeps us on the Iron Throne. It is thought that the purity of Targaryen blood, once diluted will not allow after a generation or two, command over dragons. You have bonded to… what was its name again?"

"Viktoriya."

"Ah, yes, Viktoriya, an odd name, but a strong one. You have bonded to her, do you not wish the same for your children, and your children's children?"

"Has this been tested? Have we looked to see if a child who is half Targaryen and married someone with no Targaryen blood, would they still be able to command dragons? Is this just someone's theory or has it been proven?"

Viserys honestly didn't know. "We shouldn't doubt the wisdom of our forefathers, but who would wish to take that risk? No, it is better to be certain. If you were to marry outside of our bloodline, it may be your children could still command dragons. But if they too married without, I believe it ends there. You also may not realize another critical reason we would not want to marry you outside of the family."

"And that is?"

"Dragons. Say you do marry a Lannister, Stark, Baratheon, or Tyrell. Your children can claim dragons, but they would not be Targaryens. The balance of power in the ream would shift and in dangerous ways."

"But you had planned on letting Rhaenyra choose who to be married to."

"Yes, but they would be joining as a Prince Consort, they would be becoming a Targaryen, if only in name. And her children will be part of the family as she will be Queen after me."

Elaena nodded, but did not look convinced.

"And one more thing. The blood of Old Valyria, our blood, is special. At times it runs quick with the ability to foresee the future. That is why our family still lives. Daenys the Dreamer predicted the Doom, it for that reason alone our family sailed away and why we all live."

Elaena narrowed her brows and opened her mouth to make an objection, but then closed it and began again.

"Father, there is plenty of time, so I would suggest we not make any firm plans yet. As to the dangers of marrying outside of the house, I think controls can be put in place. My children can be married back to the main Targaryen line when the time comes, and if they do not, they cannot claim a dragon. The few wild dragons we know of are on Dragonstone. I believe there would be little risk in establishing these sorts of parameters, which would open the situation up for other alliances that can help keep the throne secure."

Viserys did not see anything wrong with waiting to name betrothals for his children. She was right in that much, at least. They had time. He did not mind agreeing, and it was always enjoyable to see a full smile bloom on Elaena's features. She and Rhaenyra always reminded him of Aemma, the great love of his life. As usual they ended their walk with a customary kiss on the cheeks. And as always, he felt much refreshed and less winded than he had before the walk started.

Rhaenyra enjoyed her little sister's company. Despite her delicate appearance, and innocent features, her wit was sharp. Such an inquisitive girl too, always asking about Syrax and how she trained her, what were the 'lessons learned' and 'take-aways' from her time bonding with her dragon. Other times they spoke of her marriage tour, not about the matches, but about the places she had been. What castles she had visited. It was refreshing to have her thoughts taken seriously, even if it was by someone who had only reached her fifth name day. Elaena was different than other children, that was plain to see, so it wasn't quite as pitiful as it sounded.


"I wish I could take you flying again, you had so much fun with it."

"I do too, but father was clear and we must obey his edicts."

"Of course." Elaena was always picky about following the rules that Viserys and Alicent laid out for her. Though Alicent should be not be making any rules for her, it wasn't her place to do so. That bitch was not her true mother.

"Perhaps you should ask father again, you are older now."

"Hmm maybe, but he was firm last time. I hate to be overly bothersome and make him repeat himself. I do long for the day when I can take to the skies. It will be fun to race you on Viktoriya."

Rhaenyra looked forward to that day as well. There were no other dragon riders regularly at court, not since Daemon left. Until they were wed Laenor was spending his days in Driftmark. Laenor had his own dragon, though he had other pleasures than dragon flight that distracted him. Rhaenyra did not mind; she had her sights on another knight who fit her desires more keenly. It was all done with Laenor's blessing as well, an unexpected surprise, and something that made the looming marriage tolerable.

"Viktoriya has been growing so quick, soon you will be able to have her saddled. For your next name day present you should ask father to allow you to try riding her."

"That would even be before you rode Syrax! Do you think she'll be large enough?"

"Oh yes, especially with how tiny you are," she said as she ruffled her sister's perfectly groomed hair.

The little girl huffed with indignation, but did not voice complaint beyond that.

Rhaenyra enjoyed doing that. She hoped that her suggestion took root. More than likely her father would not allow her to fly because of his shrew wife. She had tried several times to get Elaena to hear and speak ill of Alicent, but her little sister was too appropriate to speak ill of others. Rhaenyra hoped she would grow out of that stage, gossip was a joy, and there were so many in court who were dullards or just plain hideous.

"What have you been reading these days?"

"I found an interesting book in the library, The Iron Chronicle. It is about when the Ironborn ruled the Riverlands pre-conquest."

Rhaenyra wrinkled her nose. The Ironborn were quite awful. They were little better than pirates. Not that she had much contact with them as they were on the other side of the continent and reaved along the west coast. It would be interesting to see how they would stand up against the Velaryon fleet at Driftmark.

"What is interesting about it?"

"The King of the Iron Isles and Rivers would often arrange thing so that his bannermen fought each other. This would keep them weak and not able to challenge his rule. I do not approve of such tactics myself."

"Not that those tactics would be needed today. We have dragons, our family has no need for such tawdry efforts, no one can challenge us."

Elaena hesitated for a moment before rebutting. "I'm not sure that is fully true. Dorne resisted for how long? The Stepstones proved quite difficult to wrangle, and is still not fully under control. Multiple dragons and it still took years to bring the pirates occupying to heel. It isn't as if its impossible to kill a dragon, look at what happened to Meraxes."

"A lucky bolt, surely you aren't suggesting our hold on the Seven Kingdoms is in peril?"

"What? Oh, no, not at all. Dragons are amazing weapons of mass destruction. I am just against complacency. You never know when some vile lying entity… ah well I just mean one shouldn't underestimate future threats, that's all. As I said, I did not approve of the Ironborn's behavior."

Rhaenyra ruffled her hair again. "You will be an important figure in my court when I am Queen, but there's no need for you to worry about these things at your age. You should have fun and play more!"

"But I do play. Just yesterday I played monsters-and-maidens with Aegon, and we are starting to show Helaena how to play too. You can join us if you'd like."

She frowned and looked off into the distance. She had no desire to be around Alicent's brood. Mood a bit soured she told her sister they would talk later. Rhaenyra knew just how to cheer up and strengthen her disposition.

Alicent was feeding Aemond while others cared for her two oldest children. Closeness to her child was a precious thing, and yet she wondered if this was to be her fate. Pregnancy, nursing, and then another pregnancy. She felt, worn, and tired. The stress of dealing with Viserys, Rhaenyra, and Aegon combined with her physical exhaustion wore on her.


Helaena was a much easier child, though she acted at times like the way Elaena had acted when younger. It was less pronounced but more frequent. She would stare off at a ceiling or wall for hours unless she was interrupted. Unlike Elaena she could be interrupted, though it frightened her. Fortunately, when she cried from it, she was not loud like Aegon. Her daughter worried her, was it something from Viserys? She could only pray that she grew out of it like Elaena had.

A scream, followed by a shout of alarm jarred her from her thoughts. What had happened? The sound came from her children's rooms. She stood up and listened. A cry came up to fetch a Maester. Alicent handed Aemond to one of her handmaidens and rushed down the hallway.

She saw a servant checking an extremely pale face Aegon.

"What is the matter, is he hurt?"

"No, Your Grace, he isn't, but he is shaken by what he saw. It is Elaena and the maid who fell."

Alicent heard more shouts from the stairs nearby and she moved down them and saw one of the Maesters training under Mellos tending to Elaena. One of Aegon's toy swords was on the ground as well next to several other servants.

"Is she well? What happened?"

Elaena was sitting upright looking somewhat annoyed.

"I told you; I did not hit my head on the way down, it is only my ankle that is twisted and my arm. Fetch some ice for the swelling and be done with it."

The Maester shook his head, "Princess, you fell down at least 30 steps and had someone land on you, I must ensure you have not taken serious injury."

"What happened?" Alicent repeated herself.

One of the maidservants who took care of Aegon had trembled slightly.

"My Queen, your son was striking out with his toy and becoming a danger, so I sought to take it from him. I was taking it downstairs and out of sight when he shoved me and I fell down the stairs. I do not know how Elaena came to be under me, she had been reading nearby."

Alicent grew cold. Viserys could already not stand to be around Aegon when he threw a tantrum. And while Aegon was young, she held the fear an incident like this would sour Viserys to Aegon completely. She remembered her father's words. If Rhaenyra took the Iron Throne her children would be in danger. Aegon could not develop a reputation for cruelty, it would harm his chances of replacing Rhaenyra.

She slapped the maidservant.

"Filthy liar. It was your own clumsiness that made you fall and brought harm to the King's daughter. I suggest you admit what truly happened or I'll see you whipped or worse."

All eyes flew to her. Before the terrified girl could respond, Elaena interrupted.

"Falls can be shocking things and they can lead to much confusion. I confess, I realized I was late to see the squires practice in the yard, and was in a hurry. I must have bumped Marya in my haste. No doubt the unfortunate timing and the fall caused this muddle. Fortunately, the one who caused the mishap was the only one injured, me. So, there is no need for you to be wroth with anyone else, mother."

The maidservant looked to Elaena and then back at Alicent.

"I… yes I don't recall exactly… forgive me, Your Grace, I must have been confused."

Alicent ignored her and went down to one knee to check on Elaena.

"Where are you injured?"

"Please, my Queen, allow me to finish my examination," the Maester gently requested.

Alicent saw that Elaena was not only clear eyed, but did not seem to be in any discernable pain despite what occurred. With matters in hand, she went to check on Aegon. Back up the stairs she dismissed the servant and took Aegon to her room and shut the door.

"What happened," she asked as she lowered herself to look him in the eye.

"She took my toy. I'm prince and she stole it; she can't do that. I didn't push Elee, I didn't!"

Alicent slapped her son.

"You idiot child, you do not push. If anyone, anyone at all, including your father, asks you what happened you will say she fell on her own. You will not admit to pushing anyone. And you will not push her or anyone else again."

Aegon began crying loudly and Alicent put her hand over his mouth to silence him.

"Be silent for once in your Gods cursed life! Why must you scream so?"

Aegon kicked and flailed, yet at his age he had little ability to free himself. Alicent held him firmly, ensuring he stayed quiet and finally he exhausted himself.

"Remember, tell no one that you pushed her. If you do, sister Elee will not be allowed to play with you anymore."

That, finally caused his childish brain to listen. He nodded solemnly and promised and Alicent let out a sigh of relief. Tears welled in her eyes. She shouldn't have struck her child. That was her temper getting the better of her. She washed her face and went to check on Aegon, then she would have to check on Elaena. There was always something, and almost no time to rest.

Viserys had sent for Elaena so that he could admonish his daughter to be more careful. Children would be children, but trying to run down a narrow staircase ahead of a maidservant was foolish. It could have been far worse given the unfortunate circumstance where her haste had caused the servant to fall atop of her after they fell down the stairs. It was a minor miracle that somehow the maid had not been seriously injured as well.


As it was quite literally the first time, he or Alicent had ever had to discipline her, they felt her injuries were sufficient penalty. Mellos had said outside of the small bruise on the arm and her sprained ankle she was unharmed. No sign of concussion or damage to her head.

He chose to speak with her in the room where he had the model of Old Valeria. A knock on the door announced Ser Erryk Cargyll of the Kingsguard, or maybe Ser Arryk, he never could tell them apart. He was carrying Elaena who's featured were placid but he could tell she was annoyed at being carried.

"Thank you, ser, I can find a seat myself," she said with a hint of ice in her courtesies.

She hopped over to a chair and sat down.

"Thank you, ser," Viserys said and gestured to wait outside.

After the Kingsguard left, Viserys stood up and circled the large diorama.

"The Valyrian capital was built into a volcano, much like Dragonstone. The dragonlords, the highest of the nobility, lived here, closest to the source of their magic and power," he said as gestured toward the central part of miniature city his stonemasons had carved based on his instructions.

Elaena looked at it with appreciation.

"The detail is very fine, and you have draconic figures as well."

"Ah, you noticed. I am quite proud of them. This entire civilization was once the seat of power that was unrivaled in the world. And yet, one day it was gone in a blink of an eye. The stonemasons did fine work, they were careful, and exacting in their efforts. They were not careless, had they been there would be flaws and the impressive site before you would be diminished."

"Yes, father. I know I erred. I promise to me far more careful in the future."

"You know it was not just yourself you injured?"

She cocked her head, "I understood that Marya was not hurt in the fall."

Viserys shook his head, "The Maester said she has no serious injury, but that does not mean she did not feel pain from the fall. Not only that, but the panic and terror of falling and fear she would be punished for your injury would weigh heavily on her. Many nobles feel the servants are beneath their notice and that their lives are unimportant, this is not true. They are, of course, less important, but they are what allows us to live our lives."

"Yes, father."

"I know you meant the girl, what was her name again?"

"Marya."

"Ah yes, I know you didn't mean Marya any harm, but negligence is an evil, if lesser than maliciousness. In the future I expect you to be more careful and not to rush about needlessly."

"I will not."

"Good, now are you in pain? I can have the Maester prepare you a small dose of dreamwine to help you sleep if it hurts."

"That will not be necessary, it is not burdensome and I will sleep just fine. I would also suggest that outside of severe situations dreamwine or something strong such as milk of the poppy should not be given to children."

Viserys smiled at his little daughter's audacity. "I believe the Grand Maester knows best, but of course if it is not needed you do not have to take it."

His daughter nodded again.

"Tell me, Elaena, are you excited for the tournament?"

Her blue eyes looked to be considering something before answering. "I am pleased to attend and represent the family, father. Some of the event's appeal to me, and I hope that there are no serious injuries or death. I enjoy the entertainment provided greatly, the juggling of knives and fire eating I find quite fascinating."

The tournament was to be a grand event, with higher than usual prizes. It was to be a twin celebration of Rhaenyra's marriage to Laenor as well as his fifth wedding anniversary to his Alicent. By combining the two celebration he could unify his family and hopefully end the divisiveness that had overcome his house lately.

"Excellent. Excellent. Even though you erred, I am proud of you today. I heard you even apologized to the maidservant and kept an even bearing when you were examined. You did not speak ill of her or reject what I have told you in this conversation. Throughout life mistakes will be made, it is how we respond and react to them that determines whether we repeat them or not. You are a credit to the name Targaryen and I love you, Elaena."

She smiled. "You have my love as well, father. Thank you for the kind words, I do try to represent the family as best I can."

Viserys dismissed her and sat back looking at the diorama. He saw another section that could use some tweaks. The entire area on the eastern side could also be expanded. What he had spoken to his daughter was true, she had comported herself very well after the fall. Now if only Rhaenyra could be more like her younger sister!

A few minutes later his wife, Alicent, joined him. She looked lovely as always, but had a concerned look on her face.

"How did it go?" She asked.

He embraced her. "I told you I wasn't going to be too hard on her. She's a dutiful child, and listened intently."

Alicent looked at him searchingly and then nodded. "Yes, she is."

Chapter 3

"But if you're going to play the game, you have to give it all you got." -From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 4

Rhaenyra had been married the day before. The bedding ritual, where she and Laenor were stripped of their clothes and hauled to their bedchambers by the feast goers had been amusing. It had been an even more wonderful night when Ser Harwin Strong had made his appearance. Laenor had slipped to the join with Ser Joffrey Lonmouth for his own pleasures.

There would be seven days of feasting and then one of the grandest tournaments the realm had seen in some time. It was a pity it was not just for her wedding. Her father had thought it a splendid idea to combine his anniversary celebration and Rhaenyra's wedding feast in one grand fête of unity.

It was emblematic of her father's inability to perceive just how wretched his wife was. Rhaenyra loved her father, but more and more she was becoming frustrated with how blind he was to Alicent's ambitions. Rhaenyra was the Lady of Dragonstone now, she could move there with Laenor, but there were reasons to stay in King's Landing. Among those reasons was her adorable little sister. She would hate to see Alicent get her claws fully into Elaena without her around.

Elaena joined them for breakfast, taking a seat with Ser Laenor, Ser Harwin, and Ser Joffrey. The food was well prepared and the conversation was naturally less ribald than their typical ones with the inclusion of her young sister. Rhaenyra had no complaints; they were all satiated and exhausted from the previous night's activities.

"Will you be taking part in the tourney in a few days?" Elaena asked.

All three nodded. Ser Harwin and Ser Laenor would participate in the jousting, while Ser Joffrey intended to join the grand melee.

"Ser Joffrey, I understand you fought alongside my good-brother Laenor in the Stepstones."

"I did, princess. Although, for the most part, he fought with Seasmoke raining down fire on our foes. Him and that beautiful dragon of his saved us all more than once."

Rhaenyra watched with amusement as Elaena put Joffrey and Laenor to the question about the conflict. The tactics, the major players in the war, why the commanders chose to do what they did. Elaena was like a sponge, no doubt after their meal was over, she would be the foremost expert on the Stepstones conflict.

"Speaking of dragons," Rhaenyra interrupted, having heard enough talk of warfare, "how did it go with father?"

Elaena looked down for a moment. "Sadly, father said six was still too young. I did secure a promise that I would be allowed to try when I am seven, assuming my High Valarian is excellent and Viktoriya shows she can obey commands."

Joffrey titled in his head in surprise. "You've already had your sixth name day?"

Laenor kicked him under the table and then asked Elaena in that ancient language, "And can you speak tongue the well?"

"I believe it is; 'And can you speak the tongue well', and yes, I can," she responded in perfect High Valarian.

Rhaenyra chuckled. "My husband, you'll soon discover Elaena knows it better than even the Dragonkeepers."

Ser Harwin swallowed a mouthful of pigeon pie, then asked, "Well then, what of your dragon? Does it obey your commands."

"Yes, Viktoriya is responsive. She often predicts what I will ask of her before I even give the command. I am very fortunate to have her."

Ser Joffrey raised a cup, "A toast then, to the next dragonrider!"

Laenor raised his cup and smiled at his lover, prompting the others to do so as well. Elaena thanked them and the meal proceeded. Rhaenyra was content. Harwin Strong was everything she dreamed of in a man. Her husband had no issues with her dalliances, if she had no issues with his, which she did not. It had even been amusing to watch the two. Joffrey was a glib and witty man who was enjoyable company. When she became Queen, she would ensure places of honor and importance for them all.

Alicent wore green to the opening feast. The dress fit her well, and the weight from her pregnancy had already fallen off. Sometimes, she wished she would have been given the opportunity to be wooed by the great lords and knights of the realm like Rhaenyra had been during her tour. Men still looked at Alicent with lust, but none dared to flirt, not when her husband was the King.


Alicent sat next to the King, and her brother Ser Gwayne Hightower sat at her side. It was a place of honor for a relatively minor noble of standing, but her brother was fresh to King's Landing and she wished for her family to be honored. Viserys had agreed that he could be made an officer in the City Watch, and this would be his first major tournament as a knight.

Aemond was with the maidservants and not at the feast. He was too young, and few would want to listen to an infant's wails. Alicent had considered excluding Aegon for similar reasons, but Elaena had agreed to watch over him and Helaena. Alicent still felt some guilt over her being blamed for what Aegon did, but she had not truly been harmed. As an unexpected boon, Aegon had been more behaved as of late. Perhaps a firmer hand had been needed.

Rhaenyra entered the feast in a dress of black and red that drew every eye. No expense had been spared; it was cut in the Essosi style, adorned with sewn-in gems. Nephrite and rubies glittered from it, and she wore more wealth upon her than many houses could boast.

Of course, she had to show me up on our joint celebration.

Rhaenyra never could stand not being the center of attention. Her husband raised a glass and complimented his daughter.

"The next Queen of the Seven Kingdoms!"

Alicent struggled to keep a grimace from her features. Viserys did not understand what that meant for the children she had borne him. They would have no future, and he was too blind to see it.

Gwayne whispered to her, "It catches the eye, but it draws it away from her and to itself. When they look at her, they see wealth. When they look at you, they see you."

Alicent's brother had always known how to cheer her up, and he was right. The talk was of the dress, not of Rhaenyra. The feast was lavish, Viserys had spared no expense for this grand celebration. Mushrooms, kissed with garlic and bathed in butter had a unique taste, but Alicent felt it too rich. Viserys could not get enough of the Essosi dish and had three more plates served to him personally. Alicent hoped that at least if he stuffed himself, he would not wish to claim his marital rights tonight. The thought of his breath after so much garlic and mushrooms began to nauseate her.

Appearances had to be kept and she put on a dutiful smile and raised her glass to the various toasts. Many a knight boasted that they would win the joust or the melee. She hoped Gwayne did well, beyond that she hoped those closest to Rhaenyra went down in ignoble defeat. Ser Laenor, Ser Harwin, Ser Joffrey, and Ser Loreth were all ones she would be cheering against.

Alicent nibbled at the sweetbread and had a helping of the chestnut soup. She did not enjoy the feeling of overindulging, so she was careful. Her father had always told her that a lady was expected to keep a good figure, even after childbirth. It was only in their dotage when a husband's ardor was useless that one could cease being vigilant. She spied Laenor feed morsel after morsel to Rhaenyra. There was no moderation in what she did, just like her father.

She sighed and Viserys glanced at her.

"What is the matter, my love?"

"I am afraid something I have eaten did not agree with me, if you will excuse me."

He patted her hand with greasy fingers, "Go then, I'll have a Maester check on you later."

She kissed him on the cheek and hurried away.

Rhaenyra enjoyed tournaments. Some of her memories of her fondest events were soured, thanks to that ingrate Ser Criston. He had taken her maidenhead, she was glad to give it up, and yet that had not been enough for him. The fool had wanted to take her to Essos, as if her destiny was not to be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. In some sense it was starry-eyed, like in a song, but it wasn't reality. He had not taken her rejection well, even when she told him they could fuck whenever they liked!


Seeing Ser Criston and her uncle Daemon fight in the past had been an immense pleasure, and now the memory caused her bitterness. Fortunately, she had found someone better than Ser Criston. Ser Harwin Strong, and he was strong. Yet, he could also be exceedingly gentle. Her greatest fear when she learned she was forced to get married to Laenor was losing her Strong lover. She was not pious by nature, but she did thank the Gods for Laenor.

Ser Laenor jousted well, but he would not be a finalist. He made a respectable showing, however and in no way brought shame on their union. He was overthrown by Ser Arryk, losing to a Kingsguard was expected. Ser Harwin however, was a contender. His massive size and skill at arms put down four knights, including Ser Willis Fell of the Kingsguard.

Unfortunately, he ended up matched against Ser Criston. They broke four lances against each other before Ser Criston moved his lance, just so, to avoid her lover's shield and sent him spinning into the dirt. The fall and the placement of the lance left him groaning in the dirt. Irritation turned to worry when he did not rise. Squires came and lifted him on a stretcher, Rhaenyra hurried out of the stands to see how he was doing. Along the way she saw her sister get up and follow her.

She arrived as the Maester was viewing the wound.

"The elbow and your collarbone are in poor shape, ser. You will be fighting in no tourneys for many moons, but with as young and as hearty as you are, you will not suffer lifelong impairments."

Rhaenyra breathed a sigh of relief. Ser Harwin grunted and asked for milk of the poppy which was given to him as he was taken away to be properly cared for.

"It sounds like he will be well in time, sister," Elaena comforted. "I'm sure father can assign another sworn shield to you in the interim."

Rhaenyra pulled her sister into a short embrace, and they returned to the stands together. The jousts continued and the damnable Ser Criston ended up winning the entire tournament. He then compounded his vileness by giving the victory laurel and title of "Queen of Love and Beauty" to Alicent.

"Who better than the woman who has won our King's heart?" His voice had bellowed out and the crowd watching had lavished their praise on the white knight of the Kingsguard honoring his Queen in such a manner.

It was time for the grand melee and Rhaenyra enjoyed this event most of all. Here was unrestrained violence, chaos, and fierce battle. Rhaenyra knew from the stories that tournaments under her father's reign were less bloody and deadly than those in the past. Ever was Viserys seeking harmony among his subjects, which meant that he disliked needless death and crippling injury. Still, melees were events of great chaos, anything could happen, and that was exciting to her.

Most of the Kingsguard did not participate. Ser Criston did and he wielded his morningstar to great effect. Two knights had already fallen and she watched as he avoided three others and called out a challenge to Ser Joffrey.

Joffrey turned and faced him and they battled back and forth for several moments. Laenor's hand gripped hers. Her husband had cast off his armor and returned the stands after his lost bout. Ser Criston proved to be the better and his morningstar lashed out and caught Ser Joffrey on the helm. Laenor's lover fell to ground, his blade dropping from his hand, knocked senseless from the blow. Ser Criston did not stop, he raised his morningstar again and smashed it down on Joffrey's helm, cracking his helmet with the force behind the blow.

"STOP!" Laenor shouted over the melee.

Ser Criston went to strike again, but thought better of it and returned to fight the remaining competitors. As the fighting moved away from the still form of the noble from House Lonmouth, squires rushed in and pulled him from the field. A chill passed through Rhaenyra as she saw Alicent stare down impassively at the fighting.

She won't gloat openly, but this was her doing!

Rage filled her. This was a tournament in honor of her royal marriage. That despicable woman would do anything she could to hurt her and hers. Rhaenyra would talk to her father about this. The act of Ser Criston brought shame to the very notion of gallant knighthood. She would see him stripped of his cloak over this!

Laenor paced outside the infirmary. He had insisted the Grand Maester himself see to Ser Joffrey. He was the groom and now the Prince Consort, and he would use that position to ensure his Joffrey got the very best care in the realm.


Mellos exited and look at him.

"Ser, I did what I could. Head wounds are notoriously difficult to aid. I give direct counsel to all. If he wakes, he may survive, but I do not think he will."

Laenor let out a sob and pushed past the Maester and knelt at Joffrey's bedside. He lifted his hand, kissed it, and held it tight. It was inconceivable; Joffrey had survived the worst fighting on the Stepstones, only to fall in a tournament. A tournament held in his honor!

The door opened and he did not care who saw him in this state. He would honor Joffrey with his tears and his vigil, the realm be damned. It was the princess. Little Elaena looked at him and walked to the other side of the bed.

"I take it the Maester did not deliver welcome news."

Laenor shook his head.

The girl took Joffrey's other hand in hers.

"I've read of the bond that forms when soldiers fight together. A bard once wrote, 'For he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother.'"

The words were apt, but the six-year-old child had missed her mark. Laenor did not correct her and instead just held Joffrey's hand.

"May I sit with you? I did not know Ser Joffrey long, but he was kind to share his stories of battle with me."

"Yes," he croaked out. Part of him wanted to be alone with Joffrey, but the thought of another person who was fond of him staying by his side also seemed right.

It must have been an hour before anyone else entered the room. It was his mother, Rhaenys. She looked at him with a frown, and then glanced at Elaena.

"Princess Elaena, I did not expect to find you here."

"I worried over Ser Joffrey. He had told me all sorts of fascinating stories of his time fighting in the recent wars to the south. I also wished to keep my good-brother company."

Laenor was half paying attention. Was Joffrey's breathing becoming better? Did his eyelid flutter, or was that his imagination.

"How kind of you, princess. Would you mind if I spoke with my son alone?"

Elaena swayed when she stood up.

"Careful," Rhaenys said and took Elaena's arm.

"Thank you, I think seeing the injuries up close may have upset my stomach. Please excuse me."

Laenor heard the door close.

"I am sorry my son, I know you were… close. If there is aught I can do, please let me know."

"No mother, not unless you can prevent his death."

"If I could, you know I would. I understand this is difficult, and I know you wish to stay in vigil over him. But you must make an appearance at the post-tournament feast. This is your wedding the realm celebrates."

"No."

"Laenor…"

"I will not leave him."

His mother gave him a hard glance. Before she could say anything else, a soft groan rose from Joffrey, and his eye lids fluttered. He was stirring!

"Fetch the Maester mother, I think he is beginning to wake!"

Ser Criston guarded the Queen's chamber. It had been a day since the tournament. His King had chided him for his 'overzealous' strike on Ser Joffrey. Criston had felt shame for lying to his King, but he had told Viserys that he had thought Ser Joffrey was still able to fight. The King had told him to be more careful in the future, but there had been no punishment. From the Queen he learned Rhaenyra had tried to have him removed from the Kingsguard.


He hated her. She had tempted him and showed him how weak the flesh was. He was a man of honor. A man who took his vows seriously. Or so he thought. Her tight body had won over his integrity. He had deflowered the King's daughter, and later still, he had offered to betray the King's trust once more by stealing away in the night with Rhaenyra. Only she had refused him. Bitterness had filled his soul, and he knew he was knave of the worst kind, and it had all been for naught.

Criston had been prepared to confess all to the King, but in the end, it was the Queen who saved him. He had unburdened himself with Alicent. She had told him that while he had erred, he still had a duty, and that duty could not be fulfilled with his execution. It would not even have harmed the harlot heir, as the King allowed her to get away with anything. Alicent knew the King's heart better than any.

Ser Joffrey had ended up living. He had been gravely wounded and his speech was slurred. For that, Ser Criston felt no guilt. The man made a mockery of his knightly vows and devotion to the Seven. Criston knew in some ways he was as bad as the sword-swallower for what he had done with the princess, but he at least planned to devote his life to making amends. He doubted a deviant like Joffrey would ever commit to the same.

Nearly silent footsteps came from around the bend of the hall. Despite his thoughts, he had not let his attention falter for a moment. The cadence could only be that of the princess, the younger one. Ser Criston was familiar with Elaena. One could not be unfamiliar with any of the King's family given the Kingsguard's role. She was a dutiful child who made Queen Alicent's life significantly easier. Little Aegon's tantrums were already a thing of legend, but Elaena was able to calm him better than even his mother.

"Princess," he bowed as he went to open the door.

"A moment of your time, please, Ser Criston."

Elaena was unfailingly polite and courteous, but she had never spoken overlong with him.

"Of course," he replied.

"I am upset with your actions in the tournament. My sister's wedding feast was quite ruined as my good-brother spent it away from her side."

He grew a bit uncomfortable, not quite sure how to respond to a child bringing this issue up with him.

"I was too forceful in the melee, and I have apologized to the King for it. Yet, Ser Laenor should have attended the feast. It is unseemly for him to be that… distracted."

The little princess tilted her head slightly. "Ser, I don't think you would understand the relationship Laenor and Joffrey have, it is no easy thing to attend a celebration when someone so dear to his heart lay potentially mortally wounded."

Now Criston was even more discomfited. Had Rhaenyra told her sister about Laenor's perversions? And mayhap even have gone so far as to excuse it. Fresh disgust welled within him, though none of this was the fault of a girl of, what, nearly five? He recalled she had recently had a name day celebration, but could not remember her age.

"Whatever their relationship is, he had a duty."

"As do you, ser. You should call on my good-brother and Ser Joffrey and apologize for the accident. The longer you delay the less understanding they will view the incident."

He scoffed, and then his finely honed instincts sent a surge of adrenaline through his body. He felt as if he was in mortal danger. His eyes flickered to the right and to the left, but he saw nothing. His attention turned back to Elaena whose eyes were staring up at his own. There was a weight to that gaze. Criston recalled the last time he saw Syrax land bearing Rhaenyra, after their argument. The dragon had stared at him, and just now, he felt the same sense of peril.

Ser Criston had not let his body's alertness unman him then and he would not do so now. He was a knight of the Kingsguard. He opened his mouth to speak, but could not think of what he wished to say.

Her gaze broke away and she let out a tsk.

"You should apologize, but I will not press the issue. I know the real reason for your frustrations, and you have my sympathies. It isn't easy, but it will get better as time passes. But in regards to my request, I ask you to remember it is not Ser Joffrey's fault either! Again, do as you will, I will see my mother now."

Ser Criston felt his face heat up in shame. That vile whore had spoke of his shame to a child? How many knew of his dishonor? He didn't trust himself to speak and merely opened the door to allow Elaena in. Hot rage suffused his being; he was mortified.

The princess did have a point, as vile as Ser Joffrey was, those actions had nothing do with him. It was Rhaenyra who had sullied him, no one else. It was Rhaenyra who now dragged his name through the muck. No, it was not Ser Joffrey's fault, perhaps an apology was owed.

The Queen had to weigh in and help Ser Criston keep his cloak. Fortuitously, it was within the realm of possibility that Ser Criston had merely been overeager in the melee. She was a bit annoyed with what he had done. There was only so many things she could cajole out of Viserys, especially when his daughter made demands. Make too many pleas and he would grow irate, it was a fine balance that needed to be maintained, and she had expended goodwill on his cloak remaining affixed to him.


She heard the door open and saw Elaena enter. Yesterday, the poor girl had come back from the tournament grounds and immediately went to sleep. The excitement of the tournament, followed by such a serious injury had no doubt been hard for the girl to endure. Alicent knew that in many ways she was quite delicate, her soft-spoken daughter of the heart hid behind an advanced manner of speech and a royal mien, but she was still a child.

"Are you feeling better, Elaena?"

"Yes, mother, I am. I apologize for not caring for Aegon yesterday evening, I'll make sure to accompany him for the rest of today."

Alicent made a dismissive gesture. "I'll hear none of that, Elaena. You take responsibility for your siblings far more than most would. Do not feel any sort of guilt if you must rest yourself."

Elaena smiled, "Thank you, mother. I do have a suggestion. Even with my help, Aegon is often noisy and it drives our guards to frustration. If Ser Criston was not always acting as your sworn shield and around Aegon, I suspect he would never have let his anger get the better of him."

Alicent considered, she knew that was not the reason for Cole's actions, but no doubt being around Aegon was an annoyance. It certainly was for her. She felt guilty at that thought, but it was true. He was getting better, but slowly. Thankfully her babe, Aemond, seemed less difficult. At least at this early juncture of his childhood.

"I will speak with Ser Harrold; you have some good ideas, Elaena."

Ser Harrold Westerling was Lord Commander of the Kingsguard and a man who took his duty quite seriously. Speaking to him and suggesting a more active rotation in the Kingsguard guarding her would likely be accepted. It felt good to act on something Elaena suggested. The Seven knew Elaena had probably single-handedly saved her from madness. An extreme thought, and not accurate, likely if Elaena had not proven so helpful with Aegon she would have forced the poor maids to deal with him even more. Still, she was very grateful.

"Thank you, mother. I wanted to ask you if we could make regular visits to places like the Street of Steel and some of the independent merchants for gifts. I am coming to the age where I feel it is appropriate to give family members tokens of appreciation and presents on their name days."

Alicent had not thought about it at all. Viserys gave gifts freely and frequently, and of course on her name days lords and ladies currying favor would occasionally provide gifts to her, but it was infrequent. It was rarely done for children to give adults something, but it was clear to see little Elaena was not a normal child.

"We would have to arrange it with the Kingsguard and the City Watch. I'm sure Viserys will not mind providing coin, assuming it is within reason."

"Thank you, and I will not be wasteful. I also see value in being a patron to the hardworking entrepreneurs of the city. I find matters of coin and trade fascinating, but tomes and scrolls can only tell me so much. I want to see the process in person."

The Queen was warming up to the idea. It would be fun. As a young girl in Oldtown, before she came to King's Landing, the rare times she had been allowed to go shopping for her own jewels had been enjoyable. There was something pleasant about simply browsing wares and in deciding for herself what she had wanted.

"Let me talk to your father and Ser Harrold. We will find a time soon."

They would also want the City Watch nearby. That would be a good opportunity to spend time with Gwayne too. They talked at length about the shops Elaena wished to peruse. Her daughter had a significant breadth of interest. Ranging from weaponry, art, books, cloaks, and even mundane items like saddles that could be ornately designed as unique gift.

"I'm not sure we can visit all those places in a single day."

"Oh, I know. I hoped this could be a regularly occurrence. Perhaps once a fortnight."

That might be a bit much, Alicent thought, but they could see how the first excursion went.

Special Thanks to @MARch_Of_Time for proofreading this!

Chapter 4:

"I don't want to do anything that would make me look inept, and though taxes are a sort of evil, I'd like to atone for it by using the funds in a meaningful way." - From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 2


Viserys smiled at his daughter as she regaled him with her tales of her shopping with Alicent. It gave him no little joy to know that Alicent and Elaena were close. With the advantage of hindsight, it was clear that marrying Alicent so quickly was the correct decision. It allowed Elaena to have a mother in her life.

Now, if only Rhaenyra and Alicent could cease bickering with each other.

"Then we purchased a most interesting type of leather. The merchant claimed it was specially made in Yi Ti, but I have my doubts. I plan on taking it to a leatherworker and have it made into new riding gloves for Rhaenyra."

"That would be a fine gift!"

"It really was fascinating to make these purchases. I want to learn more about how trade works in the Seven Kingdoms. Might it be possible for you to arrange a meeting with Lord Beesbury, your Master of Coin, so that I can learn a bit more hands on how taxation and tariffs work?"

Viserys was well accustomed to the eager curiosity that Elaena so often displayed. Their now daily walks were the perfect thing to clear his mind before a busy day of ruling, small council meetings, discussions with various lords seeking favors, and feasting. It was rare for him to miss these now, and only when there was some urgent matter to deal with.

"I shall speak with him. Lyman is a busy man, but I will make sure he makes time for you soon."

"Thank you, father. I am sure I will learn much from him."

They had incorporated going up stairs lately as they walked, a task that still winded him somewhat, but was becoming easier. He caught his breath after going up a set and then inquired upon how her siblings were doing.

"Aegon is learning his letters and will soon be able to read on his own."

The King's eyebrows rose. "So quickly? Mellos had reported his early lessons had not gone well."

Elaena gave a small shrug. "Perhaps he listens to me more, since I know him better. I've found the key is to burn off his excess energy before putting books in front of him."

Maesters were the ones who taught children, and Aegon would still be taught by them, but there was no hurry. If the troublesome boy started with a strong level of literacy, all the better. He once again felt himself inclined toward a match between Elaena and Aegon. As his daughter had said sometime ago, there truly was no hurry. Elaena was six and Aegon's fifth name day celebration would be soon. They would need to wait at least seven or eight years to get married, if that is what he ended up choosing to do.

"Helaena and Aemond are healthy and growing, too early to start on their letters, of course."

Viserys nodded; that was good. He would check on them himself, every now and then. He would also ask his wife how they were, but Elaena spent so much time with her siblings, she was the best person to ask. Alicent boasted on how caring and reliable her daughter was and how Viserys should be proud of her. The unspoken condemnation of Rhaenyra always hung heavy in the air, but he ignored it.

The walk ended and Elaena gave her customary embrace. He took in a deep breath as she returned to the Royal Apartments. Viserys felt invigorated, ready to tackle the day. There was trouble between Dorne and the Stormlands, again, and they would have to navigate tricky waters. The last thing the realm needed was open conflict, and he was determined to prevent it. Above almost all else, Viserys wished for peace.

Rhaenyra had missed her moon's blood for a second time. She was also having issues with nausea. It could be nothing else, she was pregnant. This was both a joyous and worrisome occasion for her. Joyous because it was expected of her as heir to produce children. If ill fortune had made her barren, it was likely that not even her father's edict would allow her to inherit. It was worrisome because Laenor had not been in King's Landing for some time. And it was also terrifying, due to what had happened to Aemma.


Ser Joffrey had been taken to Laenor's home in Driftmark. The blows to the head he had received have very nearly been fatal. The Grand Maester had been amazed that Joffrey had woken up at all. As it was, the man was not the same when he had awoken. His personality was intact, but he was less coordinated and his speech had an odd slur to it. Laenor had written that the speech had improved, but that Joffrey still needed care and taking him to court would not be helpful. Her husband was loath to leave Joffrey alone, and so he had remained on Driftmark.

Rhaenyra needed to keep the pregnancy hidden for now and visit Driftmark quickly. She left word with a servant to tell the King that she wanted to visit her husband and then headed for the Dragonpit. The pit itself was a huge domed construction that housed multiple dragons. As she neared, she saw Elaena working with Viktoriya in the courtyard of the structure under the careful guidance of the Dragonkeepers. The silver scaled dragon almost shone in the sunlight.

Viktoriya was given commands in High Valyrian and she adhered to them all. When Elaena told her to fly, she launched herself into the air with an easy grace. The dragon was growing nicely and she would already be able to bear the weight of Elaena. It was absurd that her father was making her wait.

"Hello, sister," Elaena greeted her. "Come to fly on Syrax?"

"I am, but I intend to go to Driftmark and visit Laenor."

"How long will you be gone?"

That was a good question. "I'm not sure, but at least a few days."

Elaena nodded, "Safe travels then, please give my regards to my good-brother and his family."

Rhaenyra ruffled her little sister's hair and then walked past her into the Dragonpit and brought out Syrax. Her yellow scales were hardening as she grew in age. Dragons grew more powerful the older they became. When they are younger it was possible for a heavy crossbow to pierce their scales, but not so for Syrax. Now it would take a scorpion firing a large bolt to pierce her defenses. Arrows and crossbow-fired bolts could still harm her dragon, of course. The eyes and the wings were vulnerable, and in battle, so was she while riding Syrax.

She mounted her dragon and ensured the chains were secure and then took off for Driftmark. The journey to Driftmark would take but a few hours on Syrax. Despite her anxieties, she felt alive while flying. The roar of the wind and the spectacular view took her mind off her troubles. Soon she landed at Driftmark and was quickly greeted by Lord Corlys Velaryon. This was her good-father and one of the most powerful nobles in the Seven Kingdoms. House Velaryon had an impressive navy, and his ships did much trade with Essos.

"Princess, we were not expecting you."

"Forgive me, but I wished to see my husband, there is no cause for alarm."

He bowed and led her into the castle of High Tide, his seat of power. There he had the servants begin preparation for a welcoming feast, and then he showed her to her husband.

After making sure they were alone she shared the news.

"Laenor, I'm with child."

He blinked. "That is good, my parents and Viserys will be happy."

"We haven't been seen together in some time; we have to fix that."

Laenor looked away and then back to her. "I see the issue; you've been seen here now at least. I will visit King's Landing myself in a few days."

"How is Joffrey?"

Laenor exhaled heavily. "He is getting better, but it is slow. His speech has almost returned to the way it was previously, but physically… some things just are not improving. He is a knight, and he cannot fight, either in war or in a tournament. It is hard for him."

She nodded her in sympathy. It must be wretched to not be able to do what you loved. Had someone told her she could never fly Syrax again, she too would be distraught. However much she sympathized, Rhaenyra still needed Leanor to be by her side as often as possible.

"You know that it will not just be one visit. We will need to be seen together more frequently, and not just here in Driftmark, but in King's Landing. How will it appear if you are away while your wife is bearing your child?"

Laenor gave a frustrated groan and ran his hands through his hair.

"I know, I know! I will go to King's Landing and I will play my part. But I will be back to Driftmark regularly. I cannot abandon him."

It will have to do… for now.

Viserys greeted the council members who had assembled. His Hand was Lord Lyonel Strong. A good and honorable mountain of a man. His Master of Ships was Ser Tyland Lannister. Viserys had offered Corlys his post back as part of the nuptial agreement between their children, but he had declined. Ser Tyland was not nearly as useful as the Sea Snake had been, but he was competent and knew enough about nautical matters to advise. His Master of Coin was Lyman Beesbury. He had kept the royal treasury full and ensured the realm's finances ran smoothly. His Master of Laws was Lord Jaspar Wylde, a stern man who took his duties seriously. Grand Maester Mellos rounded out his small council.


He met with the council regularly. Today was different, as Lyman had an issue to bring before King and council.

"Your Grace, my lords, I had been asked to show the princess how the treasury was run and she proved to be most inquisitive."

That sounded like Elaena.

"So much so, that I had to spend several days addressing her concerns."

Viserys frowned, he had thought they would just meet for an hour or two. If Elaena was distracting Lyman from his work, he should have come to him personally, not brought this up in the small council.

"To my shame, there were several discrepancies that had been overlooked. As I investigated, I uncovered several culprits who worked under me that had been stealing from the treasury."

Lord Wylde narrowed his gaze, "What was done with these miscreants?"

"They have been arrested; it will be up to the King to decide what to do with them."

"How much was stolen?" Lord Strong asked.

"We are still determining that. It appears to be several thousand gold dragons over the years. They misused my trust and spent the coin on various vices. It is a fantastically large sum for individuals; however, it has done little to dent our coffers."

"We should mount their heads on the walls of the Red Keep to send a message against any other would-be thieves," declared Lord Wylde.

The Grand Maester nodded in agreement, "The sum that was stolen warrants such a fate."

Viserys leaned back. "I dislike this talk of mounting heads. Have them show us how they were able to commit this sort of act under your nose, so we can prevent it in the future. If they are cooperative, they can join the Night's Watch. Should they refuse, then they will be executed."

"We already know how, Your Grace. The princess was able to uncover exactly just how they altered the ledgers to get away with it. I leave the King's justice to you and Lord Wylde, but there is a proposal I would present to stop this from happening in the future. And not just for the royal treasury, but across Westeros."

Viserys motioned for him to continue.

"The idea requires three parts. The first is that we begin doing our bookkeeping differently. What we do today is when coin is added to the treasury from taxation we mark it in the ledger. In the future we would mark it within the ledger upon receipt, but then also mark it in a separate ledger for the royal treasury. The princess coined the term 'double-entry bookkeeping.' The usage of it will make it more difficult to defraud the treasury."

Ser Tyland looked at the Master of Coin, "Rhaenyra came up with this?"

Viserys glanced at the Lannister nobleman with annoyance. He didn't have to sound so incredulous about his eldest daughter doing something like this. She hadn't, but still…

"Forgive me, Tyland, it was the Princess Elaena."

That surprised the lords assembled, with some exchanging disbelieving looks.

"Continue please Lyman, you mentioned three parts," Viserys commanded.

"Yes, the second part is that for all physical transactions where gold and silver are exchanged, there must always be a second witness who validates the transaction. The Bank of Braavos uses a similar mechanism. Depending on what is being accepted, we do have multiple individuals already who are part of the exchange, but there is no requirement that their names be recorded. Maesters, knights, and nobles could be the witness for it and be recorded as ratifying what exchange took place within the royal treasury."

Tyland frowned, "That seems burdensome for your work."

"Not really, we already have several knights who guard the vaults. The purpose of this, is that any sort of theft and deceit that takes place will require multiple individuals to work in concert, further reducing its feasibility."

The small council digested the idea, and then Lord Beesbury continued.

"The third step is to have the great lords of the realm keep track of their tax calculations with similar record keeping, which will be audited by the King's men on a random basis to ensure that everyone is following the rules."

Tyland outright laughed. "That's absurd. The Paramount lords of the Seven Kingdoms would never agree to such a thing."

"Our Master of Ships has spoken," Viserys commented, "what say the rest of you?"

Lord Strong was noncommittal, Grand Maester Mellos was opposed, but Lord Wylde thought it good.

"Prior to accepting the honor of being Master of Laws, I oversaw House Wylde's finances as its lord. What Lord Beesbury suggests is not overly onerous. The dual ledgers and having an individual put their name as a witness is a paltry price to pay to avoid thieves and traitors from denying the King his due," Lord Wylde said firmly.

Viserys disliked when his council was divided on matters. It was much easier when most were all in agreement on an issue.

Mellos urged that by passing this sort of edict, they would be challenging the honor of the realm. Ser Tyland agreed readily with him, stating that his own brother, the Lord of Casterly Rock, would take great offense to this sort of heavy-handed lawmaking.

"Why are we even listening to ideas brought forth from a child? I'm surprised at you Lord Beesbury, your laxness in keeping the treasury secure is foul enough, by why compound your foolishness by giving credence to a child's fancy."

Lyman stood up, outraged, and Viserys called for order.

"Ser Tyland, that was uncharitable of you. I have not made any decision yet, but you will treat the other members of this council with respect."

"Yes, Your Grace," was Tyland's response as he bowed his head.

Viserys called an end to the council meeting and asked Lyman to stay behind.

"My daughter's curiosity turned out useful then. I had not expected all of this when I asked for you to meet with her."

"Your Grace, your daughter has a natural grasp for mathematics and understands how the underlying concepts that govern trade within Westeros function. I did not bring all before the small council. By examining the historical accounts and our estimation of trade, she made a list of houses that she suspected of shorting the crown in taxation."

Viserys was shocked at that, just how much time had his daughter worked on this?

"Who is on that list?"

Lyman took out parchment and handed it over. There were several houses listed, and majority were either within The Reach or the Westerlands. It included the Lannisters and the Hightowers.

"Is there proof of this?"

Lyman shook his head. "No, it is only suspicion based on the amount of trade being reported and the amount of taxation provided. Princess Elaena believes it would be difficult to prove with certainty that outright shorting has taken place without a confession. However, by implementing these changes, it will make it far more difficult for this sort of fraud to take place in the future. Additionally, she believes those houses who likely have cheated in the past, will suddenly find more coin for the treasury, even without us formally laying down an accusation to them directly."

Viserys recalled how firm Tyland was in his opposition of the changes. He frowned. Damn him, it was a powerful indication that the Lannisters had been shortchanging the crown. His irritation was tinged with true delight over what Elaena had accomplished. He had always known the last gift he received from Aemma was special, but he had not known just how special. He resolved to approve the changes Lyman and Elaena had brought forward. There would be much to talk of in the morning on their next walk.

Alicent almost began to weep when she realized she was pregnant again. She was doing her duty, but did it have to be so often? This would be her fourth child in six years. Pregnancies were always fraught with peril and pain. Her back would ache, the contents of her stomach would rest uneasy for months, and then she would have to face the birthing bed. She could only pray that delivering this child would as easy as Aemond had been.


The children she had already borne were doing well. Aegon had finally calmed down and was doing much better. At… everything. His tantrums were a thing of the past. He played energetically, but no longer without control. The Maester said he was advanced for his age in his letters. She knew she had Elaena to thank for it.

With Aegon turning into a proper prince, she could broach the subject of the succession. Viserys had even complimented Aegon and spent time watching him play, a rare occurrence for Viserys. When her father, Otto, was in King's Landing he had instructed to leave the matter of convincing Viserys to him. But he was back in Oldtown, dismissed for his persistence. If it wasn't her, who could speak up for Aegon's rights?

That evening when Viserys was done with his duties he joined her for dinner. There were more age lines on his face, and while he was still rotund, he had lost some of his weight. He would never be as handsome to look at as his brother, but she supposed things could be worse. It just… just wasn't what she dreamed of when she was a girl.

"My love, I have good news. I am bearing another child."

Viserys smiled at her. "That is wonderful. Do you think it will be a boy or a girl?"

"I don't know, but whichever would please you best, I will pray for."

"Ah, any child is a blessing. I just hope they are healthy, and you as well for the birth."

It needn't be said why he added the last. Aemma would always loom large over their marriage, his first love who had so cruelly lost her life while bringing Elaena into the world. Alicent took a deep breath and then plunged ahead. "I have pleased you then?"

"Yes, of course."

"It is ever my aim to do so. If I have, I would l like to bring up ensuring Aegon's birthright."

"His birthright?"

"He is your eldest son."

Viserys set down his cup and gave her a hard look.

"Don't."

She wished she didn't have to. She wished her children's future was not in jeopardy.

"I must, Viserys, you are flying in the face of all tradition and precedent. He is your son; he is destined to rule the Seven Kingdoms. Rhaenyra is unfit, she is undisciplined, and selfish. Why insist on keeping her as heir?"

Viserys slammed his fist down on the table.

"The matter of succession is closed. Even if she was unfit, which she is not, that would still not make Aegon King. Elaena is older than Aegon."

Alicent paused. She was on less sure footing here. Elaena was everything Rhaenyra was not. She was considerate, kind, dutiful, and intelligent.

"I will not speak ill of Elaena. She would be better than Rhaenyra, however that too does not matter. The lords will not follow a woman. We will have rebellion after rebellion and your precious peace will not outlive you for long."

Viserys stood up, anger etched upon his features.

"I've lost my appetite. The lords have all sworn their obeisance to Rhaenyra. They will hold to their oaths, and your attempts to sow fear will not sway me."

With those words he stalked out of the room and Alicent bowed her head with grief. She had tried, but he would not see. What was she to do? What more could she do? She never denied him his marital rights, she bore his children, she guarded his secrets, and fulfilled her duties as Queen. Would nothing ever be good enough?

She had just disobeyed her father's advice, but who else could she turn to? Ser Criston was a confidant, but he was a warrior, not someone who knew Viserys as she did or the intrigues of court. Alicent would write to her father and ask for guidance. Otto Hightower had served as Hand for many years. Yet he had also failed to convince Viserys. Her outlook was bleak, but it was the only thing she could think of.

Viserys was eager to see his daughter fly on her dragon. Elaena had patiently waited for over a year. Alicent had tried to argue again that she was too young and too fragile to handle a dragon, but he had overruled her. He had promised Elaena and the Dragonkeepers said the bond between the two was ironclad.


Alicent's pregnancy was far along now and it would only be a couple more moons before she birthed again. Even more exciting, he was soon to be a grandsire. Rhaenyra was with child as well. It was a momentous time for House Targaryen.

Their coffers were now even more robust thanks to Elaena and Lyman. There had been protests and angry denouncements from a variety of lords. When Viserys made clear he would be firm on this, their tune changed. Mellos could barely keep up with the ravens that descend on King's Landing. So many lords had suddenly discovered theft, embezzlement, and other financial chicanery. Those jackals fell over themselves to make restitution, men were beheaded, hung, maimed, or sent to the Wall by the scores before it was all said and done.

Without any wars the Seven Kingdoms finances had always been more than sufficient, but with this sudden increase they had the delightful problem of determining what to do with it. Elaena suggested giving half of it back to the lords who pass the 'audit' and had not been cheating the crowd. The rest could be used to improve infrastructure in King's Landing and the roads of the Seven Kingdoms.

Others on the small council suggested expanding the royal fleet so they were not as dependent on House Velaryon. His Hand thought it should go to reinforcing the Dornish Marches. Raiding had begun on and off again in the Stormlands. Viserys thought that would be too antagonistic. It wasn't as if Dorne could invade the Seven Kingdoms successfully. They had proven thorns in the side of Aegon the Conqueror, but only by trickery, stealth, and subterfuge. Lord Wylde wanted to expand the confessors and bring the King's Justice far and wide.

Elaena's suggestion was likely best, but Viserys was sensitive to the need to balance scales and not deny his advisors proposals outright. A wise King was one who listened to others and looked for a way that everyone can be happy.

Much of his family was with him as they watched Elaena saddle Viktoriya. Despite her pregnancy, Rhaenyra was the one next to Elaena, ensuring the chains were secure. Alicent had brought Aegon and little Helaena. His wife looked terrified and held both of her children's hands tightly.

"Don't worry. She can fly," little Helaena told her in an ethereal sounding voice.

Beyond his children and wife, Laenor and his sister Laena were there to observe as well. Mighty Vhagar, the biggest dragon alive, was there in King's Landing for the first time in years. She had bonded with Laena several years ago. Vhagar was one of the dragons that helped subdue Westeros during Aegon's Conquest. She dwarfed the other dragons in the Dragonpit, and seeing her massive form was always awe inspiring.

Rhaenyra backed away and Elaena's voice rose up, firm and high as she commanded her dragon to fly. The silver scaled dragon took two steps and then launched itself in the air. She flapped her wings and Elaena gave a cry of joy as the dragon began circling and rising higher.

"Ah, you see, my wife? She is perfectly safe and has full command over her dragon. Elaena was born to ride dragons; it is in her blood."

Alicent gave a shaky nod and gave a prayer of thanksgiving to the Seven. Elaena flew for several minutes and then descended. The landing was smooth and did not jar Elaena who undid the chains and hopped down. She spoke again and Viktoriya flew back int the sky.

That was odd, and so Viserys approached and after congratulating his daughter, asked her why she hadn't bidden the dragon return to its lair in the pit.

"She wished to fly longer; I could sense it. She will return in the morning."

Viserys had bonded with Balerion, and knew that one could sense desires and wants from the dragon. His time with the Black Dread was short due to his advanced age, and he had died less than a year after being claimed. This level of specificity was rare though, and he hoped his daughter understood that dragons were not like regular beasts. Viktoriya could get into much mischief. Once bonded a dragon would always return, but it wasn't unheard of for one to disappear for weeks on end. That was why most dragons were housed in the Dragonpit when not in use.

"I hope that is true; she is still quite young. But, how was it? Were there any difficulties?"

"No, father. It was delightful, I intend to ride Viktoriya as frequently as I can. Being in the air is such a liberating experience. Thank you for allowing me to fly her."

The King was pleased he had made his daughter happy. The way she viewed things was a stark difference between her and Rhaenyra. If Rhaenyra had been held back from flying, she would no doubt have said something to the effect of 'It felt good to finally be able to fly.' Perhaps, he was being uncharitable, but Rhaenyra had a saucy tongue that was often inappropriate.

"Of course, you are a Targaryen, this is your birthright."

"May I also visit places like Dragonstone and Driftmark if I am not needed for other activities?"

"You are a bit young to go off on your own, but you may join your sister when she flies there. Or if another rider wishes to escort you." His Velaryon kin, Laenor, Rhaenys, and Laena could be trusted to care for his daughter as well.

"I understand, thank you, father," she replied with a smile on her face.

Viserys turned back to the tasks for the day as the others approached Elaena and congratulated her on her first successful flight as a dragonrider.