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CHAPTER ONE:
"LOST CHILD"    
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|KING'S LANDING, mid 279 AC|

RHAEGAR STOOD UP from his seat and opened the drapes of his window, as he saw the rain drops skidding down the glass. He placed a hand against the window, and kept watching the storm brewing outside. It hadn't rained this bad in awhile, and he figured it was the Gods crying or something. That is when he heard a knock on the door, accompanied by a loud scream.

Rhaegar began to walk over to the door, and opened it. He saw Barristan standing there in his golden armor with his long grey hair, and then he noticed the blood on it.

"Whose blood is that, Ser Barristan?" He asked.

Barristan shook his head. "Something has gone horribly wrong, Your Grace."

"Concerning?"

"It is your mother, Your Grace. Queen Rhaella has given birth, and is now..."

Rhaegar felt his heart sink down to his stomach, as the words were beginning to set in.

"How much longer?"

"I'm not sure," Barristan swiftly replied. "Not much longer. Rhaella wishes to see you, she sent me here to escort you."

Rhaegar nodded. "Take me to her."

Barristan nodded at him, and led Rhaegar down the hall towards the sickroom of Maegor's Holdfast. The sky had turned dark outside due to the storm, and it cast a dark shadow within the hall. The walk there felt like it took three years, and the thunder cracked throughout the Red Keep. Each crack made him wince, because he knew with each step his mother would be closer to death.

Finally, they arrived at the door, as he slowly opened it. His mother was laying down on the bed, her face pale and a pool of blood on the bed, as he saw handmaidens by her side.That was when he noticed the baby in her arms.

"Rhaegar..." She said in a frail voice.

"Yes, mother." He replied, as he walked over to her side and clutched her hand.Her eldest son stood by her side holding her hand as they took the stillborn child away. "Mother, please." Her eyes were red, she had tears falling down her eyes. She lost another child again. Have the Gods press curse upon her? For marrying her brother. "Rhaegar, go on. Go find your father and keep a close eye on your brother." She sobbed out refusing to utter another word.

"Mother, please." Rhaegar pleaded. "Rhaegar, please." She begged him. "Protect your little brother from him." That's what made him stop as he cautiously walked away searching for his youngest brother.

He found himself walking among the garden admiring the fresh scent of the red petals. Peace. He managed to think off walking alongside the tracks. He managed to hear chattering up ahead. He stopped his tracks to find his brother Daeron bending his knee in front of Nymeria Martell.

"Princess Nymeria, would you accept my rose." He pulled out a red rose handing it to the giggling girl. Nymeria has been under the strict visitation of her father. They arrived a few nights ago, since then Nymeria and Daeron never left each other's side. "Well, of course. Prince Daeron it would be my honor," She spoke, giggling accepting the rose. Rhaegar knew better not to mess with any princess from foreign country. "Daeron?!" He called out causing both of them to turn to his path. They both widely grinned at each other before racing towards him.

"Rhaegar, it's nice to see you." He spoke, confidently. "I thought you were with mother."

He raised his eyebrows referring that there was something he needed to speak to him, causing him to nod in agreement. He walks over to Nymeria, holding her hand. He placed a kiss on top of it. "Until we meet again, Nymeria."

They both walked the other direction leaving the Dornish girl alone in the garden to enjoy for herself. "Mother has suffered miscarriage." He calmly spoke causing Daeron to widen his eyes. "Are you certain?" He asked.

He nods watching as his brother's expression changes from sour to pain.

"I must see mother," he loudly spoke. He stopped his tracks refusing him to go any further. "No. There is no need. Father will be there. He is already disappointed enough that it was a boy that his mother gave birth to. It still died. He told mother he wouldn't announce another stillborn death, especially a boy."

"Why? When will it end?" Dareon's violet eyes turn dark, he tightens his fist. "This nightmare will never end, Rhaegar.

He sighed knowing fully well as long as their father was still king they could never save their mother from his wrath. "Hopefully someday when I'm king, it will be over."

Daeron smiles. "I'll be there, Rhaegar. I'll be there by your side. " Both brothers looked at each other with wonder, and thoughts. They didn't know what would happen in the near future, they'll know they would always trust each other.

As dawn set, Daeron had managed to find Nymeria walking alongside her elder brother, Oberyn. "My prince," Nymeria curtsy, as Oberyn followed behind. "There is no need for introductions," he smirked.

"How was the meeting with my father?" He asked.

"Daeron, we're sorry for your loss." He froze when his father managed to have one of his outbursts and told them. "His majesty had ordered us to leave abruptly due to the Queen." He widened his eyes, he wasn't shocked yet the Martell's knew.

"Very well then, my mother is a strong woman. She is the strongest and brave person, I know." This caused both of them to tense up. "She will survive anything, you'll see." He watched as Oberyn nodded in agreement curtsy once more. "If you excuse, I have some manners to attend." He managed to speak out. Daeron nods letting him go before he manages to spat out one name.

"Nymeria?!"

Oberyn turned around, shook. "Would you consider my request?" This caused her to smile and blushed in excitement. Oberyn pulled his sister away refusing this interaction to go any further. He didn't like this. Dareon watched Nymeria as she left, they knew each other since childhood. They were good friends and even shared each other's first kiss. They did everything together and had promised to get married, one day.How wrong was he about that.

He had spent the night in his own chambers. His elder brother is off attending his own manners as he stays behind locked in the room due his father's paranoia. He sighs as he manages to take a piece of parchment paper and begins to write down a letter for Nymeria.

"Dareon?" A voice spoke. He turned to see if it was Rhaegar. "Rhaegar, what brings you here?" He threw the parchment paper onto the floor.

"Remember when father told us about the old library." He nods thinking of the strange story their father would mention. "Did he mention guards in the night?" This caused him to widen his eyes. "He said after midnight the guards will leave the post."

"I see. Daeron, I'll be back. Make sure if father comes asking for me, tell him I'm attending something else." He nods slowly refusing to ask anything to Rhaegar. His elder brother had always been a person of interest in tactics and interactions. He is way taller than him yet the whole kingdom view Rhaegar as their savior, their precious handsome prince. He gulps slowly nodding in agreement, as his elder brother nods closing the door disappearing in the hallway.

He doesn't know what his elder brother would be doing. He didn't mind to know. He would always regret that.

The morning has been stopped due to hearing from the guards that his mother was sick. Daeron tried looking for Rhaegar who was not found in his chambers or the main hall. He slipped into his mother's room to find his father beside her.

"Father?" He questioned.

He watched as his father slowly turned to face him, he saw his eyes were dark purple, it looked like he didn't sleep much, having dark spots under his eyes, it looked like he was shaking. "Rhaella, you'll see this boy was conceived at night of desire. This child you lost was nothing more-" He continued only to be cut off by her.

"Aerys?" she begged. Till his father continued to walk to him. "What did I tell you? You should be in your room? What are you doing here, boy?" His lost sentence made him shivered.

"Speak!" He loudly screamed. "Father, Rhaegar is nowhere to be found or seen. I only went looking for him." He stood silent and still as his father observed him for a bit. He licked his lips, nodded. ''He always liked being alone."

"Go on, visit your mother. Go directly to your chambers. There will be no feast tonight. Your food would be brought to you." He nods, understanding, leaving his father to curl his lips walking away, leaving the chambers.

"How are you mother?" He asked. He watched his mother's frightened look turn more bright. "My son. My beautiful son," she placed her hand on his cheek. "I'm fine. Are you eating well? You seem not like-"

"Mother, I'm fine." He placed his hand on her hand, whimpering seeing his mother like this. He never liked seeing her like this. She lost to many children, all because of their father. "How was your meeting with Nymeria?" His eyes brightened as he managed to sit by her side.

"It's well. I wrote on behalf of the council and asked you to let her join one of the ladies in waiting."

He watched as his mother sigh turned her head then turned to look at him. "All of this for the women you love?"

"Love?" He questioned.

"When you love someone it's something special between the both of you. Do you have the desire to never let her go?" He nods eagerly. "Do you want to have her and love only her till you die?" He nods once more.

"Do you love her?" She asked this time he couldn't find himself nodding as he started thinking of the word 'love' he couldn't find himself saying yes he stutters thinking. "I think you should figure out the word love before you ask her to come here, my son."

He couldn't help himself from being angry and disappointed. This was his chance. "My son's so young-there will come a day when you'll know." His mother smiled upon him, leaning her hand once more to place upon her son's cheek. "You'll know, I promise.

The door quietly creaked open, Rhaella could have sworn Daeron had left.

"Hello, mother." Rhaegar said.

"Hello, Rhaegar."

Rhaegar walked over and slowly sat down on a chair next to them.

"Where have you been? It's almost midnight." She asked.

Rhaegar sighed. "Just trying to figure things out."

"What do you mean?"

"Will I ever get married?" Rhaella looked concerned as she tried to lean forward despite feeling sickly. "Why do you ask this, son?" She asked.

"I heard earlier this morning. Tywin had presented the idea of marrying his daughter to me. Father refused again. The last thing I saw was Tywin angrily walking away from father furious."

"Tywin..." Rhaella muttered in disgust. "He was such a good man when Joanna was alive. It seemed his better half died with her."

"That is what everyone says," Rhaegar replied. He knew that it was the truth.

"What will you do?" Rhaella asked. She stared at her son, carefully, he was a prince in everybody's eyes but he is her son, her child.

"Nothing, I don't think there will ever come a day where I'll get married.'' Rhaegar nodded. "There will never be a day.''

''Yes there will be. Rhaegar, remember your light in this kingdom.The Sane Prince, in my eyes. My beloved boy, you'll bring this kingdom to justice.'' He smiled leaning closer to his mother, smiling

Daeron stayed in his chambers that night, he refused to eat feeling anger rushed within. He sat in his rooms, on his bed thinking. When Rhaegar rushed in his rooms, he pursed his lips, and stood up alerted. ''Rhaegar, what are you doing here?''

''I have to tell you something, so secretive. You promise you'll never say anything. Only you and me know of this, as we speak.'' He nods, accepting this and curious what can he say.

''Remember the old library?'' He spoke, he nods remembering clearly that wasn't the name for it. He nods, letting him continue. "I learned of something, so dangerous that could happen in the future but, I have solution for it.'' Dareon couldn't understand but nodded while listening to his elder brother.

Daeron felt his head spin the next morning. He watched slowly as Rhaegar headed to the dine hall where his father was. He couldn't comprehend what his brother had said to him the day before. The prophecy. He shook his head, didn't understand. Rhaegar couldn't possibly understand the whole ideal of what he just learned.

They all think he's gone mad, and more than a few are affronted. He is the prince, the heir to the throne.

His thoughts were interrupted when Nymeria approached him, wearing a long yellow dress, her hair all loose. He smiles as he stares at her, smiling. Nymeria laughs as she leans on him, he holds her by the waist.

"I accept it," she says, solemn, but she can't keep that up for long. She breaks into giggles and then leans forward to kiss him. Daeron cannot help himself; it is so cold and she is so warm, and he pours himself into her, his arms tight around her waist.

Somehow they stumble and lose their balance, Daeron immediately pushes himself up on his wrist, afraid of crushing her. "My apologies, my lady," he says.

Nymeria smirks at him. "What makes you think you have something to apologise for, my prince?" Her hand starts trailing along his chest. "What makes you think I didn't do that on purpose?"

He doesn't understand for a moment, until her other hand snakes around his neck and pulls him back down for another kiss, longer and surer this time.

He gasps as she guides him between her legs. He flinches a little, seemingly in pain, and wants to pull away for a moment. But she catches his eye and he knows she won't let him. "Go on," she whispers.

"No." He gasps. "I cannot take this from you, not yet." She leans away, staring at him.

"I'll make sure to send a letter on behalf of my father to make you sure your one of my mother ladies. We'll be together at last."

"So. And now we go?" she asks, giggling staring at his violet eyes, memorized.

"And now we go." He smiles one last time, smiling.