Viserys looked at his sister. She had always been beautiful; but here, now, standing in front of him in her ornate wedding gown; her hair styled as it would have been for a royal bride back in the days of Old Valyria, he had to think that he was about to be married to a goddess.

The night before had gone too quickly for him; he and (Y/n) only leaving the water when it felt as though it had begun to cool. The brother and sister taking their love, back to his rooms. Viserys unable to do anything but smile, as he had woken to find (Y/n) that morning, slumbering peacefully in his arms. The oldest dragon letting her sleep for a little while longer, so that he could watch her. So that he could take in every last part of her. Committing her and this moment to his memory forever.

The rest of the morning had passed by in a whirl; Rhaenyra taking her aunt, so that she could help her dress for the nuptials, while Daemon had been with him. The King, and his soon to be queen though, now standing before the septon, before their family; and the watchful eyes of the dragons, as (Y/n) had always wished.

Slowly Viserys took the dragon glass blade from the altar, and carefully cut his sister's bottom lip. (Y/n) marking her brother's forehead with the blood that dripped from the wound, before doing the same to her brother, Viserys marking her forehead in return. The black blade then used to cut their palms. The septon binding the hands of the brother and sister, as their blood mingled and fell to the floor. The pair drinking from a goblet, as the priest recited the prayers.

"My queen............" Viserys said softly, as he placed his hand on her cheek.

"My king.............." (Y/n) replied, as she moved forward. Their lips connecting in a kiss. The new queen's dragon, Drakon, filling the air with fire, as blood tasted blood.

"Well, I suppose that we should go and break the good news to the small council." Daemon chuckled, as he came to join his brother and sister; the prince kissing (Y/n) on the cheek. Rhaenyra doing likewise, before taking her aunt's arm.

"I think that that sounds like a wonderful idea." The new queen agreed, as she took her husband's arm. The king, his queen and daughter, making their way back to the castle. A smiling Daemon following close behind.

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(Y/n) stood behind her husband, at the small council table. She, the prince and the young princess smiling slightly, as the assembled men looked at their monarch. The youngest child of Baelon never letting her eyes leave Otto's form. The lady delighting in the fact that once again she had ruined one of the vile man's plans. The new queen determined that if he stepped out of line just once, she would make sure that he and his House, paid dearly.

"Married..............?" Grand Maester Mellos, finally asked; saying what everyone else was still trying to take in.

"Yes, Maestre Mellos." Viserys began, as he reached for his sister's hand. The once bright crimson blood that stained their lips and foreheads, now dark, and growing darker; but still telling all present of the rite that had recently occurred.

"My sister is now your new queen. So, there will be no more need for your calls to take a new wife. No more need for your concerns about the line of succession............."

"That is if the new queen is capable of producing a male heir............." Otto muttered quietly. Everyone but the dragons jumping, as the queen slammed her fist on the table.

"You.........dare, to speak of me........... a true Targaryen, pure of blood; your new queen, in such a way? Perhaps you believe that my brother should have chosen your daughter instead. I am sure that you would have liked that, it was your plan after all.............."

"Your Grace.............?"

"Please, I can see right through you. I always have been able to. You send your child to comfort my bereaved brother; to be there, as a shoulder to cry on. To offer him anything he might need. To be there when his only other prospect for a bride, was a twelve year old girl. The only problem was, you did not plan on my return. Being the Hand of the King is not enough for you, it never was; you want more........so much more. Well, I assure you, Lord Hightower, you will not get your greedy little claws into my brother, or this kingdom. No dragon will ever be ruled by a Hightower; the Seven Kingdoms will never be ruled by a Hightower. And I also assure you, that you should have no fear for my fertility. I will happily give my brother as many children, as many sons as he could desire. As many heirs as it will take to quiet you and the rest of this pack of slavering dogs. In fact, I may already be carrying the next dragon that will sit on the Iron Throne. Now, if you and theses other.........noble lords, have nothing else to say; then I believe that my husband, our family and I, have some celebrating to do..........." The queen interrupted, enjoying watching Otto pretend not to wither under her words. To look as though he were innocent of the allegations, despite everyone present knowing that the queen was right. (Y/n) smiling at Viserys, as he rose from his chair and took her hand. The king and queen leading the way out of the room, with Rhaenyra and Daemon close behind.

"Things are about to change............." The rogue prince stated, before closing the door. Leaving the lords to run around, and hope that some way they could endear themselves to the new queen.