— 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 ；𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏
— 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 ：𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾

THE SUN SHONE BRIGHTLY OVER KING'S LANDING, making it a perfect day for two twin girls to take flight upon their dragons.

Already in their appropriate riding gear, they set out towards the dragon pit. Passing many by guards and maidens along their way.

It was no surprise to any of the people in the red keep to see the twins joined at the hip. They always were, ever since they were born.

Some would say they were like Aemon and Daemon Targaryen, as those two Targaryen's brothers rarely left each other's sides as well.

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In a sprinting the girls set off to greet their dragons alongside this morn accompanied by Ser Harrold Westerling, one of the finest knights in the king's guard.

"Skori īlon gūrogon flight ezīmagon se jēdrar, jāhor ao disappear syt nykeā while raqagon ao va moriot gaomagon, jorrāelagon mandia?" Rhaenyra asked her twin, stalking towards the dragon pit. "When we take flight into the skies, will you disappear again like you always do, dear sister?"

"Nyke pendagon ao already gīmigon se udligon naejot bona másino lo ao emagon naejot epagon ziry, mandia." Zhaenyra responded with a low chuckle. "I think you already know the answer to that question if you have to ask it, sister."

Rhaenyra looked upon her sister with a smile. Though she had many questions as to where her sister went when they'd go dragon riding. She respected her sister's privacy, knowing that when they would returned to the keep eyes and ears would always be watching and listening.

"Before you flee in the skies, how about a race around all of king's landing?" Rhaenyra challenged her sister, even though this would not have been the first time she brought up the idea.

"How many times do I have to beat you, for you to see that Reignfyre is clearly faster than Syrax." Zhaenyra stated with a smirk, causing Rhaenyra to playfully roll her eyes.

"One day I will win, and when that day comes, I want you to bend the knee and serve me cake."

"Surely you jest Rhaenyra." The periwinkle eyed girl scuffed with a small laugh.

"I never jest about cake." Rhaenyra responded, with her own smile.

"Fine, if and that's a big if, you ever beat me in a race around kings landing I will bend the knee and serve you cake, like the good sister I am."

Ser Harrold, who had overheard the girls conversation, laughed to himself, but quickly covered it up with a cough.

But both Zhaenyra and Rhaenyra knew that he had heard them, ultimately making them laugh as well.

Now standing outside the entrance of the dragon pit, the twins waited for their she–dragons to be brought out.

Hearing a loud shriek, the twin Targaryen's knew that their dragons were here.

Reignfyre and Syrax had both came from the same clutch, they were sisters just like their riders.

Walking up to the now visible she–dragons , both female Targaryen's ran their hands along their dragons scales.

"Rytsas hāedar, gōntan se keepers gūrogon sȳz care hen ao while nyke istan qrīdrughagon?" Zhaenyra questioned the indigo-colored dragon, with a soft voice. "Hello girl, did the keepers take good care of you while I was away?"

In response, Zhaenyra got a puff of hot smoke with a slight nod of the head.

Laughing softly, the silver–haired girl patted her dragon's neck.

"Ao gīmigon, issa mandia wants naejot partake isse another race around dārys tegorīr. Skoros gaomagon ao emagon naejot vestragon bē bona?" The older twin asked. "You know, my sister wants to partake in another race around king's landing. What do you have to say about that?"

With another breath of hot air, Zhaenyra took her dragon's gesture as a "yes" to her question.

"Sȳz, ivestragī's show zirȳ skoros īlon issi vēttan hen pār." Zhaenyra replied as she mounted the indigo and blood red, beast."Good, let's show them what we are made of then."

Looking towards her sister, the periwinkle eyed twin waited for Rhaenyra to mount her own dragon.

"Ready to lose again, dear sister."

"That's what you think Nyra, however I think today will be different." The younger twin remarked.

"Whatever you say." Zhaenyra cheekily smiled, turning to the space ahead of her.

"Sōvegon, reignfyre. Sōvegon eglie." The targaryen princess commanded. "Fly, Reignfyre. Fly high."

Obeying her rider's commands, Reignfyre took flight, with Syrax following behind.

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The people of king's landing were not shocked to see to dragon's flying above their heads in the sky.

They were also not surprised to see the purple dragon surpassing the golden one.

In the air, Zhaenyra Targaryen's laughter could be heard.

"You cheated!" Rhaenyra exclaimed.

"I did not, and you know it."

"I know, but I really wanted my cake served to me with your knee bent." Rhaenyra huffed, with a small and playful pout.

Zhaenyra laughed at her younger sister.

"Don't be so posh, princess."

Rhaenyra gave her sister a look, as both Reignfyre and Syrax flew side by side.

They flew in silence for a moment before Zhaenyra decided to speak up again.

"Since you are my sister and I love you dearly, as soon as we get back to the red keep, I will personally serve you cake and bend the knee. So, you don't have to lick your wounds any longer."

"You would do that, really." Rhaenyra asked, raising a brow.

"Yes, I would. Because as much as I like winning, you are my sister. And winning does not trump my sister."

Rhaenyra let out a happy hum, with a bright smile.

"I guess it is now time for you to take your departure then."

"Yes, it is now time."

"Will you ever tell me where it is you go off to?"

"One day, I will tell you. Because you – and only you, deserve to know."

"Fine, but hurry back. We have to go see mother; you know she's almost at the end of her term."

"Of course, see you later dear sister."

"See you later, Nyra." Rhaenyra departed.

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Flying over a clearing, on the outskirts of king's landing.

The silver–haired girl frequently flew over this particular area every time she went dragon riding.

Spotting the well-recognized cave, Zhaenyra directed her she–dragon towards the destination.

Landing on the high cliff, the Targaryen girl got her dragon and entered the cave slowly.

Very little light shone in the cave once she walked further, but she then came to a halt when she felt a hot breath on her face.

"Ziry emagon issare nykeā while, hasn't ziry." Zhaenyra spoke into the darkness of the cave. "It has been a while, hasn't it."

Another puff of hot smoke blew in her face.

"Rytsas issa valonqar. Skorkydoso emagon ao issare?" She greeted. "Hello my boy. How have you been?"

Two slits where eyes should be opened, and bright red ones took its place.

Moving his large head, Misery greeted his rider.

"Gaomagon ao feel raqagon taking flight isse se jēdrar, issa jorrāelagon valonqar?" Zhaenyra questioned her other dragon.

Misery let out a grumble, as he stuck his head out further meeting the periwinkle eyed girl.

Nudging the girl's body, Zhaenyra took his actions as a sign that she could ride him.

Moving his wing towards the girl's direction, Zhaenyra placed her foot upon the wing and reached for one of Misery's scales to grab ahold.

Now adjusting herself on top of the larger dragon without a saddle. She ran her hand along the back of his scales.

"Nyke gīmigon ao issi lonely hen kesīr, yn mēre tubis nyke jāhor kipagon ao naejot dārys tegorīr se nyke jāhor ivestragī ao rhaenagon issa lentor se se tolie zaldrīzoti pōnta kipagon sīr ao kostagon emagon tolī raqirossa." She told him and got a low grumble back. "I know you are lonely out here, but one day I will ride you to king's landing and I will let you meet my family and the other dragons they ride so you can have more friends."

"Yn syt paktot sir ziry iksos jēda syt īlva naejot sōvegon."

Misery obeyed his rider's commands and started to move out of the cave.

Reaching the sunlight outside, Misery took flight with Reignfyre following quickly behind.

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Zhaenyra had been soaring through the skies for a decent amount of time now. Growing addicted to the feeling of the wind blowing through her hair and watching her dragons dance together.

But now it was time to rejoin her sister and head back to keep to check on their mother.

Before directing Misery back to the secluded cave she made sure he had gotten something to eat. Even though she knew he had hunted without her.

"Nyke ȳdra daor gīmigon skori nyke going naejot ūndegon ao arlī, yn gīmigon bona nyke emagon daor se jāhor daor forget bē ao." Zhaenyra spoke in a soothing tone to the dragon, wanting him to know she spoke nothing but the truth. "I don't know when I'm going to see you again but know that I have not and will not forget about you."

As if the dragon actually knew what she was saying, he gave her a solemn look before landing near the entrance of the cave before moving inside.

Turning around to face her she–dragon, she wasted no time in mounting her. Already knowing where they were going, Reignfyre took flight off the edge of the cliff, releasing a shrill cry that was meant for Misery who responded back with his own.

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It only took a short flight to catch back up with Rhaenyra, seeing as the girls always meet back up at the same land marking.

Seeing Zhaenyra return from her recent departure, Rhaenyra met back up with her sister in the sky.

Making their way back to king's landing they passed over many streets filled with people.

Soon they were both landing outside the dragon pit, with many dragon keepers standing near.

Both she–dragons let out shrieks, before they looked upon the dragon keepers.

"Dohaeras, Reignfyre! Dohaeras, Syrax!" One of the elder dragon keepers called out.

And once both dragons calmed down for a bit, the elder dragon keeper signaled for the younger one to continue.

"Umbas, Rybas!" He uneasily commanded.

Seeing that their dragons were being taken care of, the twins dismounted them and gave them a farewell.

With the earth beneath their feet, the twins started to walk towards their carriage. But not before a well known voice called out.

"Welcome back, Princesses. I trust that both your rides were pleasant." Ser Harrold greeted them.

"Try not to look too relieved, ser." Rhaenyra said.

"I don't think anything would happen to us up in the sky." Zhaenyra replied.

"I am relieved. Every time those golden and purple beasts bring both of you back unspoiled it saves my head from a spike."

Zhaenyra and Rhaenyra chuckled at the man's response but said nothing in return.

Waiting on the carriage, Lady Lylian and Lady Alicent both greeted the returned princesses.

"Looks like Reignfyre is getting quicker every day." The green-eyed girl spoke, with a small smile.

"Yes, she has even though Rhaenyra doesn't want to admit it." Zhaenyra said, lightly shoving her sister with a smile.

"I also see that Syrax is growing quickly as well." Alicent pointed out.

"She'll soon be as large as Caraxes."

"And Reignfyre almost as large as Axces." Zhaenyra said, speaking of her Uncle Aemon's dragon.

"That's also almost large enough to saddle two." Rhaenyra hinted, looking towards Alicent.

"I believe I'm quite content as a spectator, thank you." Alicent replied, with a playful voice.

"And how about you Lylian, would you care for a ride atop of a dragon." The elder twin curiously asked.

"Maybe someday in the near future, Zhaenyra. But for right now I would like to keep both of my feet on the ground." Lylian stated, with a small laugh.

Both Zhaenyra and Rhaenyra looked upon the girls with warmth before they entered the carriage.

It would be a little while before they would all make it back to the red keep, but at least the girls had something to talk about.

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Arriving at the bases of their home, linking arms the four girls made their way about the red keep.

In a quick haste, the twins made their way towards their rooms to change out of their riding gear.

Once finished, both Lylian and Alicent quietly treaded behind the twin's as they made their way to Queen Aemma's chambers

Coming to a halt, the girls were met with the king's guards standing outside their mother's chamber.

With the tilt of the men's head the knights open the room doors and let the princesses in.

"Oh, Zhaenyra, Rhaenyra." Their mother called out, finally seeing her girls arrive safely.

"You know I don't like the both of you flying while I'm in this condition."

"You don't like us to go flying while you're in any condition." Rhaenyra stated nonchalantly.

"We are Targaryen's mother, we were born to fly." Zhaenyra added.

"Your Grace." Both Lylian and Alicent greeted the after the queen had a chance to speak with her daughters.

"Good Morrow, Lylian and Alicent." She kindly replied back.

"Did you sleep?" Rhaenyra questioned.

"I slept?"

"Was it any good?" Zhaenyra asked.

"As good as it can be while heavily pregnant."

"How long?"

"I don't need mothering, from you Zhaenyra or you Rhaenyra."

"Well, here you are surrounded by attendants all focused on the babe."

"She's right mother, you are just as important."

"Yes, someone has to attend to you."

"You will both lie in this bed soon enough, my daughters. This discomfort is how we serve the realm."

"I'd rather serve as a knight and ride to battle in glory."

"I'd rather be like Queen Visenya." Zhaenyra added.

Aemma let out a laugh at her daughter's remarks.

"Even Visenya bared children, sweet one."

"We have royal wombs, girls. The childbed is our battlefield. We must learn to face it with a stiff lip." Aemma told her daughter.

"Now take a bath, you both stink of dragon." Aemma instructed, as the twins let out a weary laugh.

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Exiting their mother's chambers, the female Targaryen's set foot off to the council room where their father, the king would be.

Entering the room, a bit later than expected, both girls jogged up the steps before getting straight to their tasks.

Fetching the quill, ink and scroll. Zhaenyra walked up to her seat near the council men's table, as Rhaenyra went to fetched the wine.

"My daughters, you're both late. The King's scribe and cup bearer must not be late, leaves people wanting for cups and viable information missing from pages."

"We were visiting our mother." Rhaenyra stated shortly after, leaning down to kiss her father on the cheek followed by Zhaenyra doing the same.

But before both the girls could part, Viserys got a good sniff of them.

"On dragonback?" He questioned with jest.

Both the girls hid their small smiles, as they soon settled into their given roles.

"Hey, Your Grace, at Prince Daemon and Prince Aemon's urging the crown has invested significant capital in the re–training and re–equipping of their City Watch. I thought you might urge your brothers to fill both their seats in the council and provide an assessment of their progress as commanders of the Watch." Lord Beesbury sustained.

"Do you think Aemon or Daemon for that matter are distracted by their present task? And that their thoughts and energies are otherwise occupied?" Viserys questioned.

"Well one would hope so, considering the associated costs."

"Then let us all consider your gold well–invested, Lord Beesbury."

"I would urge that you not allow this Triarchy much latitude in the Stepstones, Your Grace. If those shipping lanes should fall, it will beggar our ports." Lord Corlys spectated, getting back to his task at hand.

"The crown has heard your report, Lord Corlys and takes it under advisement." Otto Hightower stiffly stated.

Looking up from her well written scroll, Zhaenyra scanned the room hearing its recent beacon of silence.

She also happened to side eye the Hightower next to her, knowing his outspoken statement caused the said silence.

"Shall we discuss the Heir's Tournament, Your Grace?" Otto quickly asked, wanting to dismiss any further arguments.

"I would be delighted."

"Will the maesters' name day prediction hold, Mellos?" Viserys questioned, turning to the elder Maester in the room.

"You must understand that these things are mere estimations, my King but we have all been pouring over the moon charts and we feel that our forecast is as accurate as it can be." He spoke surely.

"The cost of the tournament is not negligible. Perhaps we might delay until the child is in hand?"

"Most of the lords and knights are certainly on their way to king's landing. To turn them back now–"

"The tourney will take the better part of a week. Before the games are over, my son will be born and the whole realm will celebrate."

"We have no way of predicting the sex of the child." Maester Mellos firmly stated.

"Of course, no maester's capable of rendering an opinion free of conditions are they now?"

A pregnant pause took place before Viserys continued.

"There's a boy in the Queen's belly. I know it. And my heir will soon put all this damnable hand–wringing to rest himself." The King stated before dismissing the council, along with his daughters.

Though Zhaenyra wished for her father to finally get his heir, she prayed more for her mother to have a safe delivery.

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Leaving the council room, the twins were greeted with Ser Harrold once more.

Seeing the urgency in his face they followed the man on the other towards the throne room.

"They passed through the Red Keep's gates at first light."

"Does our father know he's here?" Rhaenyra questioned while Zhaenyra waited for the reply.

"No."

"Good." The twins both stated, before the doors to the throne room were opened.

As the doors opened fully, Ser Harrold along with the twins saw Daemon sitting upon the throne with Aemon standing directly beside it with Blood Reign drawn and stabbing into the ground.

"Gods be good." Ser Harrold spoke, shocked at what he was witnessing.

"It's all right, ser." Rhaenyra dismissed her uncle's antics.

With adjoined arms, both Targaryen princesses walked down the steps heading straight for the iron throne.

"What do you think you're doing, uncle?" Rhaenyra asked Daemon in High Valyrian.

"Sitting." He responded.

"Bisa could olvie sȳrī sagon issa chair mēre tubis." "This could very well be my chair one day."

"Daor lo ziry istan naejot aōha lēkia ēlī, ziry iksos aōha elder tolī ry. Gīda lo ziry istan mērī ondoso nykeā dorolvie." Zhaenyra responded with a smirk, making the elder twin male chuckle. "Not if it went to your brother first, he is your elder after all. Even if it was only by a few minutes."

"Zirys jiōraton ao, konīr lēkia." Aemon said to Daemon but kept his eyes on his eldest niece. "She's got you, there brother."

"Ziry vestragon ziry emagon." Daemon agreed, with a smirk of his own. "It seems she has."

"And certainly not before he's executed for treason." Rhaenyra stated.

"You both haven't come to court in an age." She continued, as she and Zhaenyra continued to walk further.

"Court is so dreadfully boring." Daemon replied.

"Se skoros hen ao uncle. Skoros's aōha excuse?" Zhaenyra asked Aemon. "And what of you uncle. What's your excuse?"

"I'd rather burn king's landing, than sit and listen to court appeals." He answered.

"Pār skoro syt māzigon arlī?" "Then why come back?"

"I heard your father was hosting a tournament in our honor."

"The tournament is for his heir." Rhaenyra corrected.

"Just as I said." Daemon agreed, causing Zhaenyra to laugh at his lack of discretion.

"His new heir." Rhaenyra furtherly corrected.

"Not the old and definitely blood lusted younger brothers." Zhaenyra added.

"Careful princess, if you were anyone else, we would have your tongue." Aemon said with a small smile working its way up upon his face.

"It is like you said dear uncle, if I were anyone else."

Aemon then let out a hum in agreement.

"Until your mother brings forth a son... you are all cursed with us." Daemon spoke as he walked down the stairs alongside his brother to meet the twins.

"Then we shall hope for a brother." Rhaenyra stated, before the High Valyrian conversation ended.

Stepping of to the side, it was now just Aemon and Zhaenyra facing each other.

"I brought you something." The elder male twin shared.

Opening a small pocket on his clothes, he grabbed a small pouch holding it in the center of his hand.

Untying said pouch, Aemon then pulled out a ruby red ring.

"Do you know what the metal is made out of?' He questioned.

"Valyrian steel. Like Blood Reign." Zhaenyra answered.

"Put out your right hand." Aemon softly instructed.

Following his lead, Zhaenyra put out her right hand and watched as her uncle bent down on one knee.

Slowly he grasped her hand in his and slid the Valyrian steel ring onto her right ring finger.

Standing back up, he towered over her.

"Now you and I both own a small piece of our ancestry."

"It's quite beautiful, isn't it?" He asked, but he wasn't talking about the ring.

"A beauty it is." Zhaenyra agreed with a smile.

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hello everyone, sorry this chapter took so long to get out but now it's finally here. this is the first chapter so it's a little plain but it definitely will get better in further chapters to come.