𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓭

When Elia Martell gave birth for the first time, she brought into this life a beautiful little girl. Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, second of her name. Being Rhaegar's first and only child, the crown prince and his king father choose to name her heir, just as King Viserys had done with his daughter, Princess Rhaenyra, the black queen nearly two centuries ago. Like her namesake she was known as the Realm's Delight.

Princess Rhaenyra was as spoiled as any princess and future queen would be. Her parents, her grandsire, her grandmother, and the Martell's showered her with the best silks, gold and jewelry they could find. When she was young, she hatched her dragon eggs much like her ancestors once died with their new born babes. She named her first dragon Syrax, like the old queens she-dragon. Hers was the exact same copy. Her second one, Meraxes like Rhaenys' dragon and of course Balerion like the black dread. It was a miracle to see dragons roaming the lands of the Seven Kingdoms after the Dance of the Dragons.

The years passed and princess Rhaenyra grew into a beautiful woman, truly the Realm's Delight. Of course, she neared the age of marriage although some believed she was passed that. Lord Brandon Stark had two sons and one daughter, his brother, Lord Eddard also had two sons and one daughter. Robb Stark and Jon Stark were the epitome of their fathers in their youth. Of course, Robb was the best option as he was the heir of Winterfell. The match was set, not only to unite the two houses but to mend the mistakes of that past as before Rhaegar married Elia he was supposed to marry Lady Lyanna but Rhaegar Targaryen loved his Princess Elia and was willing to renounce the crown for her.

Rhaenyra had always been dutiful, so when her mother informed her of her future marriage she accepted her fate with a smile on her face. She had heard that Robb was a kind man and she hoped he would treat her right. She didn't know what awaited for her in the North but her goodbye feast was grand, her grandfather and father, wanted the best of the best for the only girl in the family. King Aerys and Prince Rhaegar Targaryen made sure it was grand, and the wedding would be even bigger. She spent a year in the North, getting accustomed to their people and their traditions. On her fifteenth name day she celebrated her last days of freedom. A moon later she married the wolf of Winterfell. They had two weddings and ceremonies, one with the fate of the Seven and one with the traditions of the Northers.

There were very little hopes for the princess to bear children, much like her mother and grandmother. But, in the year 296, princess Rhaenyra Targaryen brought a son into the world, prince Daemon Targaryen was born, the heir to the Iron Throne after his mother. A boy, healthy as a horse. The realm rejoice. Her father, had traveled to meet his first grandson. But, it would not be the first time he would travel to meet his grandchildren. Two years later, Prince Baelon and Jaehaerys were welcomed into the world.

Prince Daemon had been a full Targaryen boy, his silver hair and lilac eyes. All his mother. All blood of the dragon. Prince Baelon was all his father, Auburn hair and blue eyes with purple irises. Prince Jaehaerys was a mix of both. He had silver hair and blue eyes, much like the Velaryon blood that cursed through his veins. Rhaegar Targaryen loved his daughter, his only child. He loved her so much that he choose to over look his granddaughters look. Princess Rhaenys was a Northern but not like her father but like her "uncle" Jon. Everyone had passed her off as her grandmother's blood and of course Lord Brandon's wolf blood. The princess was her father's daughter. She truly was Jon Stark's daughter. But, she had a good claim, Brandon was a Stark and his grandson truly looked like a Stark.

When princess Shaera was born, King Rhaegar once again turned a blind eye. Her grandfather, Aerys also turned a blind eye, the whole Targaryen family did. They care very little who fathered their grandchildren, why should they care, as long as Rhaenyra was their mother everything would be fine. They were Targaryen's despite what people thought and said. As the years passed, whispers began. Rhaenys and Shaera were Stark's there was no denying that. They just weren't Robb Stark's daughters but he loved them despite that. He knew, he had always known. But he cared very little, Rhaenyra gave him three sons and three daughters. Lyarra Stark was her father's daughter. Auburn hair and blue eyes, like her great grandmother.

There had been speculations since Rhaenys' birth but no one dared to speak as Jon and Robb would kill anyone who dared to speak ill of the princess and her children. Then of course, there was prince Viserys, Rhaenyra's uncle he was Daemon Targaryen born again. He was older by only a couple of years but he always made sure his niece was well protected and cared for. Robb and Rhaenyra left for Dragonstone when Daemon was only eight due to the gossip of the Northerns. Prince Daemon now fifteen, Baelon and Jaehaerys were thirteen, Rhaenys was eleven, and Saera was ten, leaving Lyarra the youngest at seven.

Dragonstone had been their home for nearly eight years and the two planned to leave it that way. But, the rumors would not stop as she brought Jon with them. But not alone as lady Sansa had joined them in the castle. Sansa Stark was clever. Rhaenyra knew that. Sansa played the young and naive girl game but Rhaenyra knew it was a game as she too had played it in her youth. Lord Brandon had waited to marry Sansa off even though she was near eighteen. Many would be marry off by then but she was not. Rhaenyra thought it was just a father wanted to keep his little girl close for a little longer but as Daemon grew so did Brandon and Catelyn's letters to Robb about a marriage between Robb and Sansa. Thing was, Daemon hard been betroth since the day he was born to Lady Laena Velaryon.

House Velaryon had the largest fleet and she knew they would be great allies as they were also close family. Daemon thanks to her mother and her dragons had his own dragon, allowing him to fly to his lady Laena every now and then. Dragonstone was full of dragons that hatched, with Syrax being the mother. Caraxes which Daemon claimed as his own. Baelon had a dragon named Dreamfyre. Jaehaaerys had Vermithor. Rhaenys had a dragon named Meleys. Shaera had named her dragon Sylverwing, Lyarra called hers Nymeria. Jacaerys and Lucerys were her youngest, their dragons Vermax and Arrax. They all had named their dragons after the fallen dragon's of house Targaryen. House Targaryen was at its peak of strength until it wasn't.

If you asked how it happed, it would be hard to say how it all started. Prince Duncan did not die during the fire of Summerhall. He took that as an opportunity to escape to the free cities to be free with his lover Jenny. Together they created a small family. Three sons, Duncan, the eldest, Daeron and Daemion. That was not the only shocking discovery, the actual shocking part was their declaration of war against the Targaryen's. Duncan, being the oldest called himself the heir, with their father and mother gone they could finally rebel against the crown. Rhaenyra knew nothing, by then she had married Jon, making their family whole again. It was only known to a few, only her family, Robb's and Jon's of course. It was odd to see but if Aegon had two wives why couldn't Rhaenyra have two husbands? She cared very little about what people had to say about her. She was a dragon.

When her uncle Viserys arrived on Seasmoke, she thought it was a quick visit, like the many other visit he does once every moon. Rhaenyra stood beside the map. Table was well made and was lit up, the whole table held Westeros and their great houses, a few smaller ones. Daemon stood in front of her, worried about the future. He was gonna be king and that frightened him. But there she was, his lady mother. "I'm not like you" he said, avoiding eye contact. "In what way, sweet boy?" she said with her perfect smile. "I'm not so, perfect" he replied. His mother smiled at him before walking closer to him. She pulled him in for a hug. She kissed the top of his head. "I am everything but" she replied. "When the time comes, you will be ready. I know it" she told him as she held him close. "You promise?" he asked and she nodded. "I promise" she should have known better than to make empty promises.

"Prince Viserys has arrived on dragon back. He asks for an audience with you and your husbands, princess" she nods. She kisses her soon goodbye and sends him on his way. Viserys as always greets his niece and her lovers. "There has been a problem" he said. "I hope grandfather is fairing well" she says with a smile. "I cannot wait for this little one to come so she could meet them" Viserys heart drops. How could he tell his niece that her dearest grandfather was dead? "Aerys is dead" Rhaenyra's smile quickly drops. She was not expecting that. "There's more" he continues. "It turns out, Duncan never died in the fire of Summerhall and now, his sons are claiming the throne as theirs" she feels the pain, she knew it too well. "The babe is coming" she said feeling her labor pains growing quickly, too quickly for her liking. "Your father, the king-" he was out off by the deadly look his niece threw at him.

Rhaegar wanted to name her queen, as quickly as possible in case the war reached too soon. Rhaenyra was in labor, her children tried to see her but their father's forbid it stating their mother was in too much pain to see anyone. Syrax loud roars were heard all over Dragonstone. Like its rider the dragon was in distress for her. It had been hours and hours, or what felt like hours. Rhaenyra didn't allow any help to her birth this time. "Princess, let us help you, please" one of the midwives said but she shook her head no.

That day, princess Rhaenyra Targaryen gave birth to three babies. One was a boy who she named Aerys after her grandfather and the second was a little girl who she was gonna name Elia after her mother. Sadly, little Elia did not make it. The third was hidden and came right after her mother finished the preparations for little Elia. Daenerys was born last, she was her mother's daughter. Rumor had it that little Elia was born just like queen Rhaenyra's only daughter, little Visenya. There was an eerie silence as she prepares little Elia for her pyre. The silent sisters stood behind her as she did it. A raven was sent to the capital of the princess early birth and the loss of one of her children. After the funeral of little Elia, Rhaenyra and her family left for King's Landing.

The people welcomed the princess and her family, both of her husbands as by then it was known she had married both Starks. Her father waited alongside her family. Oberyn waited for his niece, alongside his paramour Elaria. Her mother rushed to hold her daughter close. Rhaenyra had never lost a child but her mother knew the feeling of it. She was welcomed in the next day she was crown as the queen. Her aunt, princess Elaena was there with her husband Adam Velaryon and their children. Laena, Corlys and Alyssa. The news of her coronation spread faster than wildfire. Then came the news of her bethrotal between Laena and Daemon. Rhaenys was to marry Corlys and Baelon Alyssa. Jaehaerys was to marry Arianna Martell, Doran's eldest daughter and heir. Shaera had been betroth to Garland Tyrell.

Soon enough, a peace treaty from Duncan and his brothers came. Rhaenyra and her family would not hear it. Duncan renounce to being heir for Jenny, that meant him and his children would never be heirs. The problem came with the North. Ashara, Eddard and Reckon arrived to court with a news. Brandon had declared for Duncan and his cause, alongside them was House Baratheon, Tully and the Greyjoys. House Targaryen was about to enter another dance of dragons. But this time, Queen Rhaenyra was ready for everything coming her way. Or was she?

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