The screams of young Rhaenyra Targaryen echoed through the keep. She pushed, she swore, she cried for the babe that was going to be born. All she thought was her mother, Aemma. She struggled to have children and die having her brother. She wishes that this babe will not die and she wishes on her mother that she will not end like her. As one final push, the cries started and the midwife and maester smiled.

"It's a girl." The midwife smiles at Princess Rhaenyra as she hands the newborn daughter to her. Rhaenyra smiles at the babe. She reaches out to the crying girl, wraps the small baby in her arms. A daughter.

"Look at her." She laughs down, talking to Laenor who was by her side. "Doesn't she look beautiful?" Her daughter, her pride, her heart. Rhaenyra wished to have her mother by her side and looked at what she created. Millicent was born 2 years after prince Aemond, finally another girl. The babe was born with white hair, but some black peaking through her wet head, the most beautiful green eyes as she looked at her mother for the first time. Rhaenyra was happy to finally have her daughter, her princess. Laughing down at the newborn.

"The most beautiful babe that has ever been created." Leanor was breath taken when he laid eyes on the babe. "Millicent." Rhaenyra turns and looks up at him. Not only did he knew that Millicent wasn't his, he knew that Lord Harwin Strong was the girl's father by blood. Millicent's name meant strong, he thought it would be a great idea to have some sort of special dedication to Harwin.

"Millicent." She whispers down to the sleeping babe. Rhaenyra's eyes watered as she finally got to hold her prize, her daughter. The white haired girl cooed, head on her mothers chest. "My sweet daughter." The doors open to see Lord Commander Harwin Strong. Rhaenyra sits up.

"I have not heard word yet, is it a girl or a boy?"

"Girl." Leanor smiles. "Millicent." Harwin smiles down at himself, realizing what the name meant. Alicent would have a ball. Laenor walks up to Harwin, close enough for no one to hear. "I will love her as if she were mine. She will be loved every moment, I swear it." Harwin nods, thankful for his words. Laenor was serious, he would die for this girl, he would protect her from harm and anyone else who is a threat to her. "Well…" Laenor clears his throat. "I believe my mother and father are waiting for the news, their first grandchild." He leaves the two alone.

Rhaenyra tries to stand up but Harwin makes her sit back down. She hands him his daughter. Harwin had fallen in love again. His only daughter. The babe had fallen asleep in his arms.

"I have a sense that she will be a handful." Harwin laughs. "Look at her face, she is already mad." Millicent was frowning in her sleep.

"Gets it from her father I suppose." Rhaenyra looks up at him with love in her eyes.

"I can see that she has her mother's beauty." She blushes. Harwin Strong, the man you are. "How are you my sweet princess?" He asks the woman in front of him.

"I am alright. Happy to know that she is here." Harwin sits next to Rhaenyra. They both got closer, hugging each other as they look at their daughter. "My sweet little girl." Rhaenyra kisses her forehead.

-

When Rhaenyra was better, she was able to let her father come and meet the new baby in the keep. Laenor had Millicent in his arms as King Viserys and Queen Alicent stepped into the room with their three children, Aegon, Helaena and Aemond.

"May I congratulate you, my dearest daughter." Viserys kisses Rhaenyra on the cheek. "I heard we are blessed with a beautiful girl." Alicent stays quiet. She had four  year old Aemond by her as Aegon and Helaena tried to peek at the new babe in Laenors arms. "The realms beauty." The name was spreading around. Millicent Velaryon, The Realms Beauty. She hasn't been in the world for quite 4 hours and the people have been naming her that. "May I?" Viserys eyes to hold her. Laenor gently places the sleeping babe in her grandsire's arms. "Calm, sweet girl." He whispers. Alicent eyes Rhaenyra, who paid no attention but knew her eyes were burning at her. "Quieter than Helaena when she was born. Waterworks."

"Viserys…" Alicent mumbles for him to stop.

"She has her fathers eyes!" Alicent rolled her eyes. Laenor just smiles and Rhaenyra forces one. "Her dragon? Has it hatched?"

"A wonderful black and crimson red dragon." Scartha was the young dragon's name. Syrax and Caraxes son. Hatched as soon as Rhaenyra felt Millicent coming.

"We shall celebrate!" He tells them. "Show that my daughter, my heir, is gifted with a great gift. Anything for my dearest granddaughter." He hands Millicent back.

"No need father." Rhaenyra sits up. "We do not want to-"

"We must Rhaenyra. Allow me." A fight she will not win, let him. Viserys takes it as a yes and starts to plan. Aegon gets closer and looks down. His innocent face looks down at Millicent.

"She looks Targaryen to me-" Alicent grabs the boy and walks out with the three. Rhaenyra sighs and looks out at the window.

"Was the white hair not convincing?" She tells herself.

"You know how Alicent is. Do not let her get to you. This is your daughter." Laenor sits with her.

"Our daughter." She corrected him.

"Our."

-

The hall was filled with guests and friends. Bringing gifts for the newly arrived princess a month later. Rhaenyra carried Millicent around, showing off the little princess, wearing the Targaryen colors. She did not want all the attention to be put on Millicent, all Rhaenyra wanted was to be with her alone and be there with her daughter. Just one moment alone.

"Air?" Laenor steps in as Rhaenyra gets overwhelmed. She nods and he takes the two outside to breathe. "This all too much?"

"Is it wrong to say that I just want to be alone with her, sing to her? Not be in this celebration."

"No." Laenor smiles. "Here let me." He takes his daughter in his arms to give Rhaenyra a break, a moment to relax. "All this for her." They both laughed. "You are one lucky girl Millicent."

"Spoiled, don't you think?"

"Why not, she deserves it."

"That she does." Corlys walks in with Rhaenys.

"There she is!" Corlys says as he takes his granddaughter into his hands. "She's a sea goddess!" Laenor and Rhaenyra shared a look. "A true Velaryon."

"Isn't she." Laenor goes on. "May we all go in, we are about to show our daughter to the kingdom." They all entered and the hall went silent as Rhaenyra and Laenor stood in front holding the babe.

"We all welcome you, Millicent Velaryon, daughter of Rhaenyra and Leanor Velaryon!" Everyone clapped and smiled. Rhaenyra smiled at the crowd, showing off her daughter, spitting image of her. Millicents smile warmed the crowd. She really is the realms beauty.

Aegon sits on the side, not caring about the newborn. Helaena smiles and claps along as she has someone to play with and Aemond, well, too young to know but happy to hear that there was a new babe.

Finally, Rhaenyra excuses herself and takes Millicent away from the chaos and heads to the room, alone. Rhaenyra rocks her daughter, trying to make her go to sleep. She cries, tears fell from the queen to be. How innocent, how perfect she looks in her arms.

"My sweet baby girl." She whispers. "Mothers here." She wipes her tears away. Rhaenyra starts to sing to Millicent. "Ao issi ñuhon. Forever ñuhon. Nyke adore ao tolÄ« olvie. Issa prÅ«mia, issa soul.." (You are mine. Forever mine. I adore you too much. My heart, my soul.)  Rhaenyra could not stop crying. The love for her daughter was so deep, it felt like if she was ripped away from her, she would die. She could not breathe if Millicent wasn't with her. She places small kisses on her head. All Rhaenyra wishes is that her precious daughter remains safe and well loved. Nothing will ever hurt her.

As the news spread across the nations about the princess, and years passed on as the second child came along two years later, Jacaerys was born. The boy did not have the white hair they had hoped for. They knew that he wasn't Laenor's. They all believe that Millicent was the actual daughter of Laenor. Anything that the possibility of her being their child, was her white hair. The white hair saved her. Truth was, she was actually Ser Harwin Strong's only daughter, but they didn't care, she looked more Targaryen/Velaryon then her brothers. In other words, she didn't look like a bastard.