Rhaenerys groaned in pain as she gripped Vaelarr's hand. She panted heavily, sweat trickling down her temple.

"One more push, my queen!" The maid exclaimed. Rhaenerys gritted her teeth before she pushed again, letting out a scream of pain.

"There we are! There we are," the maid breathed a sigh of relief as she held a squirming baby girl.

The baby whimpered and wailed loudly as the maid gently cleaned her up. She was small but healthy. She had porcelain skin and the maids could see some strands of brownish-red hair.

"A girl, my king," another maid smiled, "it is a girl."

Vaelarr smiled and gently kissed Rhaenerys' head, "you did it, my love. You did it."

Rhaenerys leaned into her husband's touch, smiling with pride and exhaustion.

The maid gently placed the baby in her arms and the baby whimpered softly and cooed as she nuzzled into her mother's chest.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at her parents with beautiful sky blue eyes.

"She's beautiful," Rhaenerys smiled. "Just like her mother," Vaelarr chuckled and he gently placed his finger against their newborn daughter's cheek, "what shall we name her?"

"Hmm... Elaerys," Rhaenerys smiled, "I like the name Elaerys." "Elaerys it is," Vaelarr agreed, "Princess Elaerys of House Fireheart."

She cooed and gripped his finger in her small hand.

"She's a strong one," he chuckled and he looked up as a young boy poked his head into the room. He had pale ivory skin, his mother's black hair and his father's green eyes.

"Come in, Malaenarr. Come meet your sister," Vaelarr smiled. Malaenarr slowly walked over and he climbed into the bed and sat beside Rhaenerys.

He smiled as his little sister cooed softly at him. Curiosity showed in her eyes and she cooed softly.

Vaelarr smiled softly as he gently rubbed Malaenarr's head. Rhaenerys kissed Elaerys' head.

"I heard the sound of thunder and the searing heat of flames as dragons flew overhead," Vaelarr whispered, "and as I picked up a single glowing crown... I placed it upon my head. And the dragons all roared in unison."

~20 years later~

A blue and silver male dragon flew through the air as Malaenarr rode on its back.

He roared as he flew across the water.

Malaenarr laughed with excitement. He was twenty-three years old now and his father, Vaelarr, had given the dragon, Vavleon, to him.

There was another roar and he looked over to see a black and golden dragon flying over.

It was Elaerys' dragon, Drogon. She had turned twenty-one and she had been gifted her very own dragon. She had named him after Drogon the first and Daenerys' son.

"Faster, Drōgon! faster!" She cheered.

Malaenarr laughed as the two dragons flew through the air.

The two flew overhead of the nearby village before they flew over to the castle. Slowly, they landed on their feet.

"I'm glad you've made it home safely, young royals," Asten chuckled. "You worry too much, Asten," Malaenarr huffed with a smile.

"Yes, well it's my job to worry about the royal family," he replied. Malaenarr rolled his eyes as Elaenyra giggled.

She climbed down from Drogon's neck and gently ran her hand along the dragon's scales. He growled softly.

"Iemnȳ," she told him. He made a rumbling sound that sounded like a whine before he followed Vavleon into the large chambers.

"There you two are."

Malaenarr and Elaerys looked to see Rhaenerys walking over. She wore a red and white dress and her hair was tied in a bun.

"Hello, Mother," Malaenarr smiled. Rhaenerys chuckled as she hugged her two children.

"You should be glad that your father is busy with the council," she chuckled, "had he known that you've escaped your studies, he would throw a fit, no doubt."

"When does he not throw fits of worry?" Elaerys chuckled and she squeaked as Malaenarr playfully ruffled her hair. She swatted his hnd away with a giggle.

"Is Uncle Lucaelon coming back today?" She asked, looking up at their mother.

"I'm not too sure yet," she replied, "but I suggest you go and find your cousins; I'm sure they'll want to see you."

Malaenarr and Elaerys nodded before they ran inside.

Before Elaerys was born, Lucaelon's lady wife, Alymera, had given birth to healthy quadruplets; two boys, two girls.

The boys were named Jaerevon Fireheart and Lucaerion Fireheart. And the girls were named Vysera Fireheart and Daenessa Fireheart.

They were the same age as Malaenarr and Elaerys.

The two siblings ran to the courtyard. Jaerevon and Vysera were play-fighting with two sticks, pretending they were swords.

Lucaerion was sitting by the tree, reading a book and Daenessa was watching her brother and sister.

"Sword fighting again, I see?" Malaenarr chuckled, crossing his arms, "never took it to be your strong suit, Vysera."

Vysera rolled her eyes, "oh hush. This is your strong suit; you're better at it."

"And yet he was born to be the king of the House," Jaerevon chuckled. Elaerys rolled her eyes and smiled.

"He's not king yet," she said. "Yet," Lucaerion piped up, emphasizing the 'yet' as he turned the page.

"Any word from Father yet?" Daenessa asked, crossing her arms. "Mother said no," Elaerys replied, leaning against the tree.

Daenessa tossed her head back, letting out a deep sigh, "how is he not back yet? It only takes a few hours to come back from the Ember Sea!"

She looked towards the sky with nervousness. "You don't think... something's happened to him, do you?"

"Dad doesn't go down so easily. You know that," Lucaerion scolded, closing his book, "he'll be back before the council finishes that meeting."

Elaerys looked towards the castle windows. She hummed softly before she looked at her brother and cousins.

"I'm going to go and visit Grandmother," she said. "I'll come with you," Lucaerion said as he stood up, "I've been meaning to put the book back anyway."

She nodded and the two walked inside.

Malaenarr hummed softly as he watched them.

Lucaerion and Elaerys walked down the stone hallway. There were pictures of their grandfather and grandmother and their father, uncle and aunt. 

They walked to an open door that revealed their grandmother's room.

Saelerys was laying in bed. Haelyra was gently rubbing her head with a washcloth.

"Auntie? Grandmother?" Elaerys said softly and the two looked at them.

Saelerys smiled, "hello, dears." "How are you feeling?" Lucaerion asked, walking up beside Haelyra.

Saelerys chuckled, "your father asked the same thing. But I am getting better." She gently squeezed Elaerys' hand.

"Good," she replied, smiling with relief. Haelyra chuckled softly, "our family always pull through sicknesses like this."

"Always?"

They looked over to see Vaelarr walking over. Elaerys walked over to her father and hugged him. He immediately hugged her back and smiled.

He ruffled Lucaerion's hair and he walked over to Saelerys.

"You're as strong as a dragon, Mother," he said, taking her hand in a gentle hold, "I know you can pull through this."

Saelerys chuckled softly and nodded. She sat up a little bit. She winced and started coughing.

"Mother," Haelyra said worriedly, "you should rest."

Saelerys didn't answer as she started coughing again. She gasped softly and held her chest. Vaelarr widened his eyes, "mother!?"

Elarys widened her eyes. Lucaerion hurried out of the room, "someone help!"

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Translator: Faster, Drōgon! faster (Faster, Drogon! faster)

Iemnȳ (Inside)