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(update version  7/8/2025, so I accidentally posted my rough draft, sorry, here is my finished version, hope you enjoy ) 

( new update 7/20/2025 I was not really liking it, so and it felt  rushed it. I changed it some and added more. 

Chapter One: The Beloved Pale Moon Queen of the Vale 

The Targaryen prophecy, the prince who was promised, was not real. You see, it was remade from the sexism of man, the king conqueror, was tricked by his father, who had meshed two of  Daenys “the Dreamer” written prophecies and spiked his drink with a drug that help him invesion that he had a dragon dream only for it to be his father whispering in his ear the whole time. The father of the conquerors thought he had burned the book of dreams, but it was replaced with a false one by his eldest child, Visinya. However, the false prophecy was worshiped, and the gods placed too much trust in the mortals. The gods' anger was boiling over now, and it started with the dance of the dragon. Queen Rhaenrya of House Targaryen was their chosen. She was meant to be more than a Queen,  an Empress, the Empress that was promised. Her reincarnation, Khaleesi Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, came close to fulfilling the destiny her original life was supposed to have, and even became the prophesied queen who sang a song of ice and fire. Still, the fools of men betrayed her, too. The gods of all had had enough and joined forces to cast a one-time spell that would allow them to fix their past mistakes. This time their chosen will not fail, and the targrens will become the mightiest empire known. This is the story of the Empress Rhaenrya Targaryen. 

The beloved Vale Queen Aemma Arryn was known for many things other than being the king's wife and many failed pregnancies. The queen consort held great respect for the good queen Alyssane; she styled her duties as queen after her grandmother, and also chorused her own ways.  Aemma was known for her love of the smallfolks, women's education, and health for all. She had tried to have the street of the smallfolk cleaned up, and had sewers change for the street of Kingslanding, but Otto Hightower, lord hand of her husband, blocked her way. The queen had used her personal allowance as queen to help the small folks of Kinglading.  Leading, Many of the ladies mocked her failed pregnancies and the simple ways she dressed. 

Queen Aemma was known for her pride in her home lands, the vale. Aemma Arryn would only dress in the Vale fashion and even dressed her only child, the princess Rhaenya, in the fashions of her home. She had all her knights hail from the vale, as were her cooks, maids, and most of her royal households.  The queen had a great love for hunting, hawking, embroidery, and she held a deep love for music.  Aemma also held secrets that only her sisters and cousins, Princess Rhaenys and lord Corlys, knew, like how her husband, King Viserys, was not her great love, like the king claimed. It was her own sworn shield, Ser Gavin Stone, a bastard cousin from her father's house. The two were childhood friends who were originally betrothed till the good queen had it annulled due to the old king denying legitimizing Gavin Stone. Ser Gavin never stopped loving Aemma and swore to be her shield and sword. He held a great hatred for the king for his neglect and blindness to the insults Aemma faced. He blamed the king for Aemma's poor health during her pregnancies. 

(Year 111AC) 

The year was now 111AC and the 9th year of rule for King Virsrys. The kingdom was holding its breath after hearing the news that Queen Aemma Arryn was with child again. The Poor Queen had suffered two stillbirths, one child who was lost in the cradle, and five miscarriages.  The poor queen has been trying for seventeen years to give birth to the heir. She started at thirteen names days old and was now thirty names days old. 

The queen had only one living child, the princess Rhaenrya, the realm's delight, the golden dragoness of House Targaryen, and the cherise swan of House Arryn. A child of 10 named days old who works hard with her precious mother through her pregnancies. During these anxious times of the queen's pregnancies, the Princess Rhaenrya kept the joy alive and strong in the kingdom and at court.  The princess was a great beauty who had a strong mind that led her to excel, and often bored her in her lessons. She was also a fiery spirit and a kind soul; many said she was the perfect mix of Targaryen and Arryan. She was also said to be a prankster, who was adventurous and fearless. She had become the youngest dragon rider since the doom of old Vayria, riding her cradle hatch companion, Syraxs, the spoiled golden princess of dragons. The realm adored her, and her family spoiled her.

The princess was always seen by the queen's side during the painful pregnancies. Always keeping the mood light and joyful, she would create dance, songs, and would hand-make her mother jewelry to keep her distracted from the sorrow and pain. The king barely spent time with his wife and daughter outside of celebrations and court. The princess was not the only one helping the queen; many had come to help her, including her older half sisters, Lady Elys and Lady Amanda Aryan, and her younger half sister, Lady Jeyne aryan, who served as ladies in waiting but also the queen's cousins, the princess Rhaenys, and Lord Corlys Velyrion. The lord and lady of Driftmark brought their children to keep the princess company.  

(Queen Aemma Common Area in her chambers ) 

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/6966574420373955/ dress 

The queen was pacing back and forth while waiting for her guest. She was wearing a pale blue dress and had her brown hair loose, along with an Arryn necklace and earrings. Suddenly, a knock came at the door that froze the queen consorts and her ladies. Her sworn shield, Ser Gavin Stone, opened the door and gave her a kind smile that settled her.

“The Princess Rhaenys, her husband lord colrys, and their lover Marilda of Hull, along with their children, are here, m’queen. “announced the queen sworn shild 

“Please allow them in, Ser Gavin, “said the quiet queen,  her eyes glued to the door 

The Velaryon group walks into the queen's common rooms, greeting her with a bow before Rhaenys quickly holds the queen in a tight hug as Aemma breaks down crying.

“Rhea, I can't do this anymore. The night before, the master told me I was pregnant. I had a dream of the master and my husband slicing me open, both me and the babe dying. I can't leave Rhaenrya alone; my fool of a husband will toss her aside for his dream of a son,” choked the queen in between sobs, clinging to her cousin.

“Shhh, aemme it's ok,  we will not let that happen, the only way for them to do that is if the babe gets stuck. Cousin, listen, when Marida gave birth to Adam, he got stuck. We had an Essos healer perform what is called a c-section, and as you see, she is right here, as is Adam,” explained Princess Rhaenys while trying to calm her cousin down.

“Muna, I think you should try and claim a dragon for your health. “  cried out rhaenrya crying about her mother dream 

“Nrya, sweetie, your father will not allow it. “ sobed the queen still being held by her cousin 

“But, muna, you said you heard Silverwing song calling for ever since great grandma died.”  argued the princess 

“Aemma is what Rhaenrya sawing true, “ asked Corlys, shocked 

“Yes, I have told Virsrys about this. He went to try to claim Vermthour, but failed. After that, he said that if he could not have a dragon, then I had no right to one; he banned me from the dragon pits  .” The queen signed sadly 

“ FUCK FATHER, “ yelled Rhaenrya, angered at the news . The queen gasped at her daughter before shushing her. 

“Rhaenrya, you can't say that you will anger your father and hand,” explained the queen, shocked and worried 

“Laena, Laenor, Alyn, and Adam, why don't you go with the princess and play in her chambers? Ser Harrold, please take the children, “said the princess Rhaenys, trying to form a plan.  Ser Harrold Westerling quickly escorts the children away from the queen's chambers to the princesses. As the adults were about to begin talking again, yelling could be heard outside the room before Ser Gavin opened the door, looking angered.

“ his grace the King and his hand, Otto Hightower, “spat out the knight, fuming with rage as he stepped into the room along with the king, the hand, the king's guard, and a Hightower maid.

“AEMMA WHAT IN THE SEVEN HELL ARE YOU PLANNING TO HAVE A ESSOS HEALER KILL MY SON AND HEIR ? “ screamed the king, red in the face from anger, gripping his wife's wrist 

“Pardon, “ gasped the queen, shaking with rage and shock as she ripped her wrist out of her husband's. 

“A maid overheard you and the version plan to kill the child inside of you, and it's lord Hightower, you BASTERD, “ spat Otto Hightower venomously at the queen and her sworn shield. 

“Cousin, calm yourself.  Her grace was simply scared of a dream she had before the master, annoyed she was with child; it was about the child getting stuck, leading to painful measures that both would die from. And how a maid would hear is beyond me because no staff are in the room with us besides the ones you brought, so Hightower, how did the maid hear about it?” 

“Shut your mouth, Rhaneys, YOU WILL PROPERLY ADDRESS ME. I AM THE KING YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A BITTER HAG THAT WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE QUEEN. And the maid is none of your business.   now wife, I will allow you to have these velaryon  to entertain you, but you will be watched by ladies, both me and Otto trust, and Rhaneyra will pay for her insult to me by having her 10 ladies in waiting dismissed, she will have only Otto's  daughters and wife along with  hand-picked septens and she will not be allowed to ride or even be near her beast  till the babe is in the last moons of the pregnancies  .” decared the king his face going scarlet 

“Husband, please, you can't, “ screamed the queen, tears flowing down her face.

“Your grace, Rhanerya, insulted you openly. I think you should send her to the Grand Sept to learn how to properly behave, since the queen has failed you,” sneered Otto Hightower smirking at the queen 

“You can't PRINCESS Rhanerya is of the faith of the fourteen flames, and the punishment the king declared is more than enough, “ explained lord corlys, angered by Otto's request 

“Enough silence, all of you. Rhaneyra will endure what I have chosen. She will be banished to the Grand Septor for two weeks and will be forced to convert to the faith of the seven. And you, Aemma, will not be allowed any Essos savage healer; you will give birth to my son, I won't let you kill him, and if you dare go near any dragon, I will have you banished and our marriage annulled, “declared the king, staring abgerly at his wife. 

“ HOW DARE YOU INSULT THE QUEEN AND THE PRINCESS, “ screamed the knight Gavin, stepping infourt of the queen to protect her from her husband 

“ YOUR OWN WIFE HAD A DREAM ABOUT HER AND HER CHILD DYING AND TRIES TO FIND A WAY FOR BOTH OF THEM TO LIVE JUST FOR YOU TO PRATLY SIGN HER DEATH WARRANT YOU CLAIM TO LOVE HER GRACE BUT ALL I SEE IS A FOOL, “finished the knight, screaming 

“ GUARDS KILL THE BASTERD “ demaed otto hightower yelling 

“ NO, PLEASE, VIRSYS,  STOP HIM, “ screamed the queen, not wanting ot lose her true love 

“Silence, Otto is right. Guards kill him, “demanded the king to the king's guard 

Two king's guard members from House Hightower attack Ser Gavin and brutally kill the man in a way that causes his blood to spray the queen, who falls to the ground sobbing, her  brown arryn hair turning a targaryen white as she screams and cries for her great love. 

(Time skip several months later ) 

Many months have passed since the horrid day. The first couple of months, the queen was bedridden due to the painful grief and the extreme pains of the past pregnancies had caused her body. About a month ago, the child inside the queen's stomach was declared healthy, and the realm finally seemed to breathe. This inspired the king to hold a tournament, celebrating that his long-awaited male heir was finally here. Ser Otto Hightower, Hand of the King, complained that it was a waste of money and time, given the queen's history of pregnancies. The lord's hand of hatred and dislike of the vale queen and her children was known but not said out loud. He would use his power over the weak-minded king to keep the queen away from the small council meeting and from having projects like the good queen Alyssane used to do.

It was now the day before the heir's torment, and the princess was flying her golden dragon around the king's landing as the small folks began to cheer for their princess as the great dragon flew above. A while later, the golden dragon lands in front of the dragon pit as the dragon keeper awaits the dragon and her rider.

“ Gēlenka tīkun limatan issi getting stronger.  Se ondos orders tolī belma va se mijegindita muña zaldrīzes” greets the older dragonkeeper in old Valyrian concern and Hatered  laced in his voice.  

( Silver Wing cried Are getting stronger. The hand orders more chains on the poor mother dragon.)  Hearing this caused the princes to huff with anger. 

“Skorkydoso bōsa till se pirta belma māzigon,” asked the princess, annoyed with the advocacy of Otto Hightower making demands of a dragon 

(How long till the false chains arrive?)

“ tolī bōsa, byka dāria, māzigon sir, dārilaros syrax, emi mirri skinned Vāle ōtor stuffed lēda fruits syt ao, byka spoiled run, kessa sagon iā while till aōha beloved kipagīros kostagon gūrogon naejot se jēdrar lēda ao,  se dārys ordered.  Iksan vaoreznuni, byka dāria” explained the keeper sadly 

(too long, little queen, come now, princess Syrax, we have some skinned vale sheep stuffed with fruits for you, little spoiled thing, it will be a while till your beloved rider can take to the skies with you,  the king ordered. I'm sorry, little queen.) 

“ Syt skorkydoso bōsa?” answered the princess quietly as she dismounted from her golden dragon

( For how long?) 

“Till tolī se dāria recovers hen zirȳla sikagon,” answered the keeper before he escorts a whining syraxs away from her bevoed rider

( till after the queen recovers from her birth) 

The princess turns to see a royal carriage waiting for her, along with her sworn shield since birth, Ser Harrold Westerling, standing guard, and Lady Laena Veyrion, Lady Alicent Hightower, Lady Allerie Florent, Lady Samatha Hightower, and finally Lady Beatrice Hightower. The princess made her way over to the carriage, unhappy about the consent hightower followers.

“ Welcome back, princess. I trust your ride was pleasant?” laughed the knight as he greeted the princess 

“Try not to look too relieved, ser, “ joked the princess, smiling after seeing her cousin Leana as she headed towards the carriage.

“ I am relieved, princess. Every time that golden beast returns, you unspoiled. It saves my head from a spike,” laughed the knight, signaling the other to get ready to leave. 

“ Syrax is growing quickly. She’ll soon be as large as Caraxes,”  smiled Laena as she hugged her cousin 

“ That’s large enough to saddle two,” smiled the princess as she took Leana's hands 

“I thank you, cousin, but I will soon have a dragon of my own  that will beat your golden princess in a great race,” laughed Leana, smiling proudly 

“ I believe Lady Laena means she is quite content as a Spectator, saying as her egg that his grace kindly gave her mother after the Great Council had hatched for a bastard. Remember, Lady Laena, you are not allowed to claim a dragon from the pits. The king him self has ordered it, “ interrupted Lady Allerie Florent,  sending a mocking pity smile towards  Laena. The princess squeezes Leana's hand tightly as they enter the carriage that takes them to the Redkeep castle of King Lansing. 

The two hurriedly exited the carriage once to arrive at the castle, leaving the high tower ladies in the dust as they tried to keep up with them. Princess and Lady Laena are laughing as they enter the castle halls, linked closely, arm in arm.

“You smell of dragon,” joked Laena, pinching the princess's shoulder 

“Is that a compliment?” laughed Rhaenrya as she pinched her cousin back  

“A suggestion. That you take a bath,” stated Laena Seriesly 

“I don’t have time for a bath. I’m already late seeing my muna,” murmured Rhaenrya, walking a little faster after spotting the higtower ladys catching up 

“Then you’d best change out of your riding clothes,” added Laena, smiling as she sped up too 

“Come with me? She’s sure to be cross. I could use a Sworn Protector as fierce as you m'lady ,” laughed  the princess as she grabbed Leana's hand 

“ I’m not sure I possess the training,”  smirked Lady Laena, holding tight to the princess's hand 

“But you do possess a disarming kindness. It can be quite potent. And you are my mother's favorite, “smiled Rhaenrya as they walked up the stairs in Major Holdfast. 

“Then I am at your service, my princess,” finished Laena, smirking with pride. 

(Queen Aemma Chambers ) 

The princess and Lady Leana arrive with Lady Alicent right behind them. The three walk into the queen's chambers to see the queen lying on a lounge coach, her small frame consumed by a giant pregnant stomach. 

“Your grace, “greets Alicent, smiling as she bows to the queen,  only to be ignored as the queen looks at Rhaenyra and Laena

“You know I don’t like you to go flying while I’m in this condition,” stated the queen, sweating  and frowning 

“You don’t like me to go flying while you’re in any condition,” Princess Rhaenrya shot back, smiling. 

“ How did you know?” added Rhaenrya, her smile growing as she poured her mother some juice 

“Never underestimate the nose of a pregnant woman,” laughed the queen as she took the wine 

“Or her skill in lectures,” muttered Rhaenrya and Laena at the same time, causing the queen to burst out laughing 

“Your poor mother is very fat and very tired. Try and take pity on her.” Exaggerate the queen sighing while she grinned 

“Did you sleep muna ?” asked the princess, concerned, kissing her mother on the head 

“I slept,” answered the queen, not making eye contact with her daughter.

“For how long?” asked the princess, growing as she took her mother's hand 

“I don’t need mothering, Rhaenyra,” exclaimed the queen, fanning herself. 

“Here you are, surrounded by attendants, all focused on the babe. Someone has to attend to you.” Excalime Rhaenrya  loudly, causing the staff to stop and look at each other  

" o'my sweet girl, I know the tolls these hard times take on you. It's ok, sweetling, it's ok to be a child in this world that does not last long for women, even more so for royal women. My daughter, you will bleed soon, and that's when childhood ends. You’ll lie in this bed soon after,  Rhaenyra. This discomfort is how we are made to serve the realm,” explained the queen, sadly looking out at the window, almost crying 

“ I’d rather serve as a dragonlord knight and ride to battle and glory.” Fanstyes Rhanerya proudly at the thought of  the glory of Queen Visinya 

“We have royal wombs, you and I. The childbed is our battlefield. We must learn to face it with a stiff lip, ” explains Queen Aemma sadly to her daughter as she takes her hand 

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Chapter Two: Heir's Tournament

It was now the day the “ Heir's Tournament “ was being held. Lords and ladies came from all over the seven kingdoms to celebrate the long-awaited crown prince. The tournament was packed with all the house proudly wearing their sigils, and many hoped to be chosen for the princess and future prince household, or their future betrothed. The princess showed up in the royal box wearing a soft pink gown adorned with pearls, and was wearing a crown that was shaped like two swans, a bird that was the princess's maternal grandfather, Lord Rodrik Arryn said, suited the princess for their meaning of grace, beauty, love, wisdom, and royalty. It was said that when Prince Baelon Targaryen and Lord Rodrik Arryn were constantly found arguing over who was the favorite grandfather, they would spoil the princess more than any child of the realm. After the princess first flew her dragon, Syrax, they both came together to gift her a saddle that was pink and had a silver swan head; it also had pearls sewn into it. When the princess entered the royal box, she went straight to lord colry, passing Lady Alicent, who was trying to gain the princess's attention. 

“Iāpa, where is Kepāzma? he said he had a present for me, “ asked the young princess  ( uncle older than mother ) (mother's father). Lord Corlys chuckles at this as he stands to hug the princess.

“Your grandfather is with your mother, she has begun her labors, your father is about to announce that, so shhhh,” chuckled lord corlys of Driftmark. 

“Go sit with your Dubazma, Leana wants to plan a cousin tea party for after your brother is born, “ added Corlys before sending the princess to sit with his children. The princess walked down to the front of the box to sit with her Velaryon cousin, Laena Velaryon, and Laenor Velaryon, the children of Princess Rhaenys, Addam and Alyn of Hull, the bastard sons of both Corlys and Rhaenys' lover, Marilda of Hull. Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys tried to have the king's approval to be wed, but both King Jaehaerys and King Viserys denied the request. 

“ Nrya,  Muna, and Mama said Auntie Aem went into labor, “ cheered Adam, running to the princess and hugging her. Adam was about five names day old, and the youngest of the group. 

“Basterd, she is the princess; you must use her title, and don't you dare call the queen auntie. “ Reprimand Alicent Hightower, disgusted, who was fourteen name day. She was the youngest daughter of the hand of the king. Adam winced and shrank from the cruel words, angering the princess and the Velaryon children. 

“How dare you, who do you think you are, talking to my little Valonqar like that? “ hissed Lady Laena, enraged at the insult to her youngest brother 

“I am the princess lady in waiting and the daughter of the lord  hand of the king, “ hissed Alicent back proudly, holding her head high 

“You are my lady's maid, not my lady in waiting, and Leana is of the blood. You will watch what you say, or your tongue will be removed,” scolded the princess sharply. Lady Alicent winced and went red with embarrassment. Princess Rhaenrya sat down next to Laenor, who had Leana to his right and Adam and Alyn beside her. Alicent sat sheepishly and embarrassed on the left of the princess. Just then, the trumpets roared and the drums began to beat, signaling the king's arrival. The crowd began to cheer.

“  LORDS AND LADIES OF SEVEN KINDOM , BE WELCOMED ! . I KNOW MANY OF YOU HAVE TRAVELLED LONG ROADS AND THROUGHT HARSH PATHS FOR THESE GAMES. I THANK YOU, BUT I ALSO PROMISE THAT YOU WILL NOT BE DISSAPOINTED WITH THESE GAMES OR THE BIRTH OF OUR LONG AWAITED HEIR!” Announce the king joyfully the crowd begins to cheer and clap with excitement.

“ WHEN I LOOK OUT AT OUR FINE KNIGHTS WHO HAVE CHOSEN TO ENLIST, I SEE A GROUP WITH OUT EQUALS IN OUR HISTORY. AND ON THIS GLORIOUS DAY IS MADE EVEN AUSPICIOUS BY THE NEWS THAT I AM EXCITED TO SHARE: YOUR QUEEN, MY BELOVED AEMMA, HAS BEGUN HER LONG-AWAITED LABORS TO BRING FORTH THE HEIR! MAY THE LUCK AND BLESSING OF THE SEVEN SHINE UPON ALL COMBATANTS AND THE BABE!” added the king, his excitement growing before sitting down in his chair. The crowd grows louder with excitement.  The game begins with knights' battles against each other. Excitement filled the air after the three entertainment battles had completed. Suddenly, a knight with no sigal armour rode forth. 

“A mystery knight, how bold ? “ questioned the princess aloud, intrigued, sitting up in her seat.

“No, my princess, he's no mystery knight, he's from House Cole of the Stormlands,” explained Lady Alicent, trying to gain some of her dignity and gain favour with the princess, only to be snubbed by the princess. 

“Cousin, I've never heard of House Cole. Have you heard of them when you visited your muna brathon family? “ asked the princess, leaning over towards Laenor. He shakes his head no. Rhanerya Smirkes as she looks at the games.

“The lord Stokewoth’s only daughter is already promised to that gangly young squire,”  gossiped Rhanerya, smirking, knowing how much Leanor loves to gossip.  

“Isn't that lord massey’s fourth son? Poor thing will have gained nothing,” answered Leanor, enjoying the conversation.

“Lady Elinda Massey says they are to be married quickly as soon as he earns his knighthood,” added the princess, giving Laenor a knowing look

“ he’d better earn it soon. From what I hear, a couple of months ago they got caught in bed, and now the lady Elnior is hiding a belly swollen with the reward of the night of pleasure beneath her dress .” Laughed Laenor, smiling.  The two of them giggle, earning a disappointed look from the king.

Lord Boremund Bartheon, uncle of the princess Rhaneys, has trotted over the the royal box proudly as his squire, attending his horse, he was adorned in House Baratheon armour. He lowers his lance, smirking and proudly before his niece, Princess Rhaenys.

“Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, my beloved niece, I humbly ask for the favor of the queen who should have been,” declared the lord of Storm End proudly looking at his baby sister daughter who is a grown woman.

The princess Rhaenys was touched by the gesture, and knowing her uncle still supported her as she rose from her seat and placed her favor on the end of the lance. Lord Corlys gives a supportive nod to his wife's uncle.

“Good fortune to you, favorite uncle, I wish you well,” says Rhaenys, smiling 

“I thank you, niece, I would gladly take it… If I thought I needed it,” laughed lord boremund, smirking as he rode off. Otto Hightower grumbles with anger and disapproval at the king not liking the known idea that many still wish for Princess Rhaenys to sit the throne.

“My grace, you should have the baratheon’s tongue for daring to dispute your claim to the throne, it's treason, “  harshly whispered the lord hand, not liking the idea of having a female in power. 

“Leave it be, old friend, the tongues of the spiteful will not change the succession of the true chosen ruler. Let them wag their spitfullness,” calmly explained the king, brushing it off.  Otto stayed silently fuming. As Rhaenrya watches the Baratheons' lord ride away, she leans over to leanor and leana. 

“From the rumors and maid gossip I hear, poor lord Boremund's heir still hasn't learned his letters at Twente three, “ whispers Rahenrya 

“Muna says the attendants of great uncle Boremund call cousin Borros dumb as thunder, “ added Laenor, causing the two of them to burst out in laughter. Before anyone could scold them, another horn blew announcing the master of revels. 

“Ser Daemon of House Taragryen, heir to the iron throne, prince of the blood, prince of the city, and dragon lord, will now choose his first opponent, “declares the master of revels. The crowd erupts in cheers. The small folks are the loudest for their prince. The dragon prince faces Gawine Hightower's eldest son of the lord's hand, whom he beat in an embarrassing amount of time, injuring the Hightower knight. After his win, the prince, jokingly asks Gawine's sister, the lady alicent, for her father, smirking at Otto Hightower's expression.  The next hour was non-stop battles, both the dragon prince and the Cole knight rising to the top. The princess or her cousin has noticed the king's disappearance. 

Suddenly, lord otto hightower walks in, a look of false sadness fills his face as he tells the members of the small council the news about the queen. Princess Rhaenyra, lord corlys, and Marilda of Hull quickly escort the children away from the torment and away from prying eyes before telling them the heartbreaking news. They reach their guest chambers, and lord corlys pulls the princess into a separate room.

“Nrya sweet dragon, I'm so sorry your muna she …your mom… I i … 'im sorry, sweetheart, your muna is gone,” explained lord colry, tears falling down his face at losing a beloved friend and family member.  The princess fell to the ground, streaming and crying, as her aunts and cousins joined her in the room, all struck with grief.

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Chapter three: The gods have spoken 

(Year 112AC, the funeral of Queen Aemma Arryan the first  and Crown Prince Baelon Targaryen the second )

On the hillside of the castle, the late Queen Aemma Arryn's and the crown prince Baelon's funerals were being held a couple of hours after their deaths. The royal court and guests of the heir Tornye had attended, and they stood waiting for the princess's golden dragon to burn the queen so her ashes could be shipped off to Dragonstone and to be reunited with her mother, Princess Daella. The princess was surrounded by her grandfather, Lord Rodrik Arryn, her aunts Lady Elys Arryn, Lady Essamyn Redfort,   Lady Amanda Aryan,  Lady Jeyne Arryn, Princess Rhaenys, and Marilda of Hull. Along with her cousin and uncle Corlys, the rest of the house of Veylrion gave them space. 

“ They have gone too far. Murdering my sweet silver pearl, their queen, his wife, just for a babe that would die a couple of hours later, those monsters,” whispered lord Rodrik angrily, staring at his favorite daughter and new grandson's funeral pyre.

The grieving princess steps forward and turns to look at it before she looks at the waiting funeral pyre for the first time. 

“Was it worth it? Did your claimed dragon-dreams come true? “spat out the young princess, an angry, cold voice coming out that shook and started the crowd.

“Rhaenrya, what do you mean?” asked Viserys, shocked by his daughter's attitude.

“Was it worth butchering my MOTHER for a son who dies within a couple of hours, Your Majesty? Did it make your dragon-dreams come true, father? “ snapped the princess as she 

turned towards her grieving father.  

“You no targryen but a pathed fool, you claim to have dragon dreams but don't remember they are to serve as a warning. It was a fucking warning that if you have a son, the realm would fall you, useless fucking fool,” screamed out the enraged princess Rhaenys. 

The funeral guest gasped at the outburst, and lord hand Otto Hightower was about to reprimand the two princesses when he was stopped in his tracks as a fierce roar filled the funeral.  The princess turned towards her golden lady, who was enraged and had started to growl, hissing, and bearing her deadly teeth at the guest as she walked down the hill she was on towards the funeral pyre. 

“ SYRAXS DRAKARYS, “ screamed the enraged princess.  

The once sweet dragon let out a bone-chilling wail of rage that was unheard of for the spoiled dragoness before burning the funeral pyre, her flame once a normal colour, now a golden flame. That burned the pyre faster and more powerfully than expected, the guest had to immediately run back so as not to be burned by the fire, as the heat filled the air, causing everyone except Prince Daemon, Princess Rhaenrya, Princess Rhaenys, and her children to sweat. Suddenly, the flames turned white as they roared to the sky, shaped as a dragon's mouth shooting fire. 

“BEHOLD THE BIRTH OF RHAENRYA THE CRUEL, “ boomed a voice that echoed throughout the red keep, shaking the castle as the sigil of the gods appeared in the sky, the gods of Valyria, the seven, the old gods, the merlin king, and the Drowned God. Lord of Light, finally, the Many-Faced God of the Faceless Men,

“ WE ARE THE GODS OF THE FOURTEEN FLAMES, THE SEVEN, THE OLD, THE MERLING KING, THE DROWNED GODS, THE LORD OF THE LIGHT, AND THE GODS WITH MANY FACES HERE BY DECLARE THE PRINCESS RHAENYRA  OF TARGARYEN AND HOUSE ARRYN THE TRUE HEIR TO THE IRON THRONE AND THE FUTURE EMPRESS OF THE MOST POWERFUL EMPIRE.  WE BLESS HER WITH VAYRIAN MAGIC AND A PERSONAL BLESSING OF HER PATRION GODDESS SYRAXS. BLESS HER WITH THE ABILITY TO CONJURE THE MALE MEANING NEEDED TO CREATE CHILDREN.  WE THE GODS HAVE DECIDED THAT ONLY THREE OF HER CONSORTS WILL TAKE THE TITLES OF EMPEROR CONSORT / EMPRESS CONSORT. SHE WILL HAVE TWO MALES THAT WE WILL CHOOS, BUT ONE FEMALE WILL BE CHOSEN BY THE PRINCESS HERSELF,” boomed the symbols of the gods. The funeral, crowned, was filled with gasps and murmurs. Lord Rodrik, grandfather to the new heir to the Iron Throne, shielded her from the crowd of onlookers and tried to keep the 10-year-old princess from having a panic attack while her father just stood there. 

“ WE THE GODS  HAVE CHOSEN DAEMON TARGARYEN OF THE BLOOD, SON OF PRINCE BAELON, AND PRINCESS ALYSSA RIDER OF CARAXES THE BLOOD-SOAKED WAR WYRM, TO BE HER  EMPEROR CONSORT.”  declared the gods hearing this sent the king and lord Otto Hightower in rage at the thought of Daemon having that much power, but before they could even open their mouths, the gods spoke again. 

“ WE THE GODS CHOSEN SER HARWIN STRONG SON OF LORD LYNOEL STRONG AND PRINCESS SEARA RIDER OF VERMITHOR THE BRONZE FURY  AS HER EMPEROR CONSORT.” 

“WE THE GODS, DECLARE THAT NOT ONLY WILL SHE TAKE DAEMON AND HARWIN AS HUSBANDS WHO WILL SERVE AS HER EMPEROR’S  CONSORTS, BUT SHE IS ALLOWED TO TAKE AS MANY CONSORT FEMALES AS SHE AND THE REALM PLEASES.  FINALLY WE THE GODS, DECARE THAT CROWN PRINCESS RHAENRYA WILL NOT BE WEDDED TO ANY BEFORE HER SIXTEENTH NAME DAY. SHE WILL PERMANENTLY TAKE OVER THE QUEEN'S PROPERTIES, DUTIES, AND WING, ALONG WITH THE HEIR WING, AND DRAGONSTONE.  NO MATTER HOW MANY WIVES HER FATHER TAKES. NONE OF HIS OTHER CHILDREN WILL TAKE THE TITLE OF HEIR, ONLY RHAENRYA WILL. HIS WIFE WILL NOT BE GIVEN THE TITLE OR POWER OF QUEEN.  ALL OF QUEEN  AEMMA BELONGINGS WILL GO TO THE CROWN PRINCESS, AND THE DRAGONS AND DRAGON EGG WILL BE UNDER HER PROTECTION. LORDS, LADIES OF THE REALM, LET THIS DIVINE MESSAGE SPREAD LIKE WILD FIRE ACROSS THE WORLD. LET ALL BOW TO THE CHOSEN RULER AND CONSORTS OF THE GODS” . Boomed the gods of all before vanishing from mortals' eyes. The funeral pyre goes back to the golden flames. 

After the gods vanished, chaos erupted. Many tried to swarm the princess, but syraxs kept them away, guarding her dear princess. Many fell to their knees in awe, and some were planning how to use this to gain power. The princess felt guilty of overshadowing her mother's and brother's funerals and had wept out of grief, guilt, and fear. 

“ SILENCE ALL OF YOU, YOU ARE TO BE DISMISSED TOMORROW. WE WILL HOLD A SMALL COUNCIL MEETING IN THE MORNING. THE COURT WILL NOT GO INTO A MOURNING PERIOD DUE TO THE NEWS SPREADING THROUGHOUT THE WORLD THAT MY CHILD IS…., “ yelled the king, stopping once he looked at his daughter, who was going paler by the second.

“Rhaenrya, are you? “Viserys started to ask his daughter as she fainted, and the lord arryn caught her in time.

( AFTER THE FUNERAL WAS DISMISSED )

House Hightower bolts up to the tower of the hand and locks the door behind them.  They stood there in shocked silence as the grand master Orwyle began writing to the starry sept in Oldtown.  Otto Hightower and his wife Alyrie Florent proudly hug their daughter, Otto even picking her up and spinning her around, smiling and laughing.  

“ o, by the seven, my daughter will be an empress consort, oh Ali, my girl, you have made us proud by the seven gods, “ sang Alyrie, squeezing her daughter, kissing her forehead. Otto grabs Alicent and kneels in front of her.

“Alicent Hightower, you are the one who will change those savage Targaryens into proper rulers by giving Rhaenyra an heir with Hightower blood. Our blood must stay aligned with the Targaryens. Make sure you have the most children out of all of the consorts.  You have to make sure they become heir and future consort. Think of the power you can have for the faith of the seven and our house for Oldtown, a high tower king, no emperor ”. Add Otto, beaming joy at his daughter.

“She is going to need help, we need to get more hightower in as concubines, that way our blood has more over the other consorts, and we have more dragons for our house. Think of all the Hightower-Targaryen children our house will have. Hobert, we're going to need a dragon pit made for Old Town. We should have a hightower become Virsrys queen, she may not have power, but she can help groom the princess to fit our needs,” squealed  Alyrie with great joy. 

Hobert Hightower, lord of Oldtown, walks over and places his hands on Alicent's Shoulders.

“Alicent, you have a great destiny. Make sure you capture the princess's heart and mind, give our house the lands' money and power we deserve when she conquers her empire. Do you understand, girl?l “ asked Hobert Hightower, taking his niece's hand 

“Yes, Uncle Hobert, I will make sure our house finally gets the glory it deserves. The seven themselves sent me to guide House Targaryen to the righteous path of the seven, “answered Ailcent, smiling proudly  at her family 

“Florence, go comfort the king tonight; the princess views you as an aunt already, “ ordered Otto to his younger sister. 

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Later that night, only a couple of hours after the funeral, Lady Florence Hightower went to the king's chambers with a book gifted to her from her mistress, the just burned queen Aemma Arryn, to the king's under the disguise to comfort the widowed king by reading to him, in the hope of gaining his heart. 

“I'm here to offer comfort to the poor grieving king, “exclaims Lady Lynesse, smirking. 

(The crown princess's chamber the next day)

Young Rhaenrya awakens to find her mother’s household waiting for her. 

“Princess, the meeting is about to start. We need to style you, “explained her mother lady of the robes, softly

 “Where are the hightower ladies, and where are my aunts and cousin Leana? They were a part of Muna's and mine household; they should be here ? “ asked the princess in a daze as the maids helped her into a warm bath filled with rose and lavender.

“They have not shown the princess, “ muttered the lady washing the princess's hair, knowing why. They all knew but did not have the heart to tell the sweet princess.

The ladies quickly bathed the princess, pressed oil into her hair and skin. Braiding her hair in a simple braid, they quickly dress in a black gown and add a silver necklace that the prince had gifted her and a silver ring that belonged to her late mother.

“Princess, it's time for the meeting, “ explained the maids.  Ser Harrold Westerling walked the princess to the meeting in the small, concealed room. The guard opens the door and accosts the princess. She turns to see Alicent and Florence Hightower beside her father.

“Why are the Hightower ladies here, and where are my aunts, uncle, and grandfather ?” asked the princess, worried, noticing that lord colrys was absent.

“CHILD, Sit! “demanded Visrys, his face flushed like he had just been chewed out.

“The Arryns and Velaryon were sent back to their homes for disrespecting me and House Hightower. As for why Lady Florence and Lady Alicent are here is because, as of now, you are to take Alicent as one of your brides, and Florence came to me last night. She comforted me and helped me realize that you need a mother to guide you, “ explained the king, proudly holding Florence's hand. The princess shot out of her chair, tears streaming down her face.

“But..but I had a mother, intell you killed her for you fucking greed. Aunt Rhea can guide me, “wept the princess angrily 

“Enough, Rhaenrya, stop this useless tantrum.  We have more important business than your mother right now, “exclaims the king, tired of the drama his daughter was creating. 

“Skoros could sagon tolī importen pār ao betraying  aōha jorrāelagon syt ñuha muña “ screamed Rhanerya, pointing at her father ( WHAT COULD BE MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOU BETRAYING  YOUR LOVE FOR MY MOTHER )

“Your consorts, we already have some chosen," yelled Virsrys back at his daughter. He commanded the guard to force Rhanerya back into her chair.

“We have chosen  Lady Alicent Hightower, Lady Samatha Hightower, Lady Beatrice Hightower, Lady Laena Veyron, Lady Festivia Tyrell, Lady Bellanora Arryn, Lady Leandra Lansister, and Lady Cassandra Baratheon.  Your betrothed is to be announced today, and we are organizing a week-long festival for the lord of Westeros, and the royal from other kingdoms can present their daughters to both you and the council. Your forced betrothals to Daemon and Harwin will also be announced today. We will start planning the wedding next week, “  exclaimed Virsrys, excited at the thought of grandkids not seeing the pain and grief his only child was in. 

“What about my household? “ asked Rhaenrya, drained from the news as she slumped in her chair. 

“We have chosen some ladies and guards that you can trust," explained Daemon as he and Harwin walked into the meeting room. 

“ BROTHER, I HAD YOU EXILED TILL RHANERYA IS OF AGE. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? THIS IS TREASON,” screamed the king in rage. He shot out of his seat, causing the chair to fall to the ground. 

“Everyone just gets to decide for me. It hasn't even been a full day since my mother died, and you are trying to replace her with a whore “ screamed the princess at the council, standing back up 

“Rhaneyra,  ENOUGH, Lady Florence is to be your new mother and queen by the month's end. You require a mother to guide and raise you, my daughter. Don't you still want me to be happy? Stop being a selfish brat, “ yelled Virsrys, exhausted by his daughter's tantrum

“Where will she live? I own the queen's wing of the castle, “ asked the princess, dazed and hurt by her father's words

“In the side chamber in my rooms, that was meant for the mistress or the staff, “ explained  Virserys straightforwardly.   

“Your grace, I think the princess should allow my sister to stay in the queen's wing. Rhaenrya can keep her mother's bedchamber, but give some room to her new mother and her ladies; she should also hand over some duties to her as well. The princess is too young, and she should have Florence in charge of her harem. She will be her queen and mother, “explains Otto with fake concern to the king 

“ NO, THE GODS GIFTED THEM TO ME AND MY WORD IS NO,” yelled Rhaenrya, angered at the request 

“I want Uncle Vaegon brought from the cindel to be in charge of my consorts. I also want Aunt Seara to come to teach them; she may also bring ones she sees fit to join,” demanded the princess coldly before getting up to leave the meeting. Just as she made it to the door, she stopped and turned, staring cruelly at Lady Florence.

“If you want to live my mother's life so bad, then be it. I, Rhaenyra Targaryen, curse you to live my mother's life of nothing but miscarriages, stillborns, and babies who don't live more than an hour or two. “Cursed, crown princess  Rhaenyra slammed the council doors as she left behind the room of yells, cries, and laughter.