Kings Landing. The kingdom the king lived with his second wife, children and grandchildren. Y/n Velaryon was one of those grandchildren and the eldest child of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, the heir to the Iron Throne after her mother. Like her sibli...
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The sun was bright and shining down on the many civilians of the large and well known kingdom. The chatters of voices were loud all around in the streets of Kings Landing, the sounds of laughter from the children echoing throughout the streets as they ran by the many adults, playing with one another and ignoring the scolding's that adults were shouting towards their children or random children they didn't know.
Inside the old-looking castle, in one of the many rooms, adults could be seen inside the council room as they all sat around the table. About an hour had gone by since the incident in the yard, and rumors were going all around about Rhaenyra's children's parentage.
The said princess found herself sitting as she and her once longtime best friend, the queen Alicent Hightower, stared at one another after the slight argument they just had before Alicent was demanding for the meeting to end. King Viserys agreed to his wife's demand, rising up to his feet while everyone followed, all of them except Rhaenyra as she thought of the words she was about to say to the queen sitting right across from her.
"Wait. I wish to speak." Rhaenyra announces, standing up while everyone else sits back down, except for Alicent. "I have felt the... strife between our families of late, my Queen. And for any offense given by mine, I apologize. But we are one house. And long before that, we were friends." Alicent stays silent as they both remember the times together. "My daughter Y/n will inherit the Iron Throne after me. I propose we betroth her to your son, Aemond. Ally ourselves... once and for all. Let them rule together."
Viserys smiles as he slams his hand on the table happily. "A most judicious proposition."
Many people over the kingdom could see how inseparable Princess Y/n Velaryon and Prince Aemond Targaryen were and how very fond they were of one another. Aemond was known to not like people all too much, but Y/n was different. The two were the same age and Aemond always had a soft spot for the girl. Anytime she saw them together, Rhaenyra couldn't help but think of how her daughter looked at the boy, something she used to look at her own uncle that way.
She remembers a time her father had told her that his son had once asked him if anyone could be more beautiful than Y/n, so enamored by her beauty. Her long brown hair and dark eyes, similar features to her real father and her brothers. If anything, Viserys was completely fine with betrothing his son to his granddaughter, having thought about it before. Licking her lips, Alicent doesn't say anything as she thinks of her words. She, like everyone else, had noticed the connection between her son and the princess.
"Additionally, if Syrax brings forth another clutch of eggs, your son Aemond will have his choice of them..." Rhaenyra continues, smiling. "...a symbol of our goodwill."
While she had been speaking, the queen was continuously glancing down at the table and the princess, murmuring her name in a slight warning tone as she glances down in the direction of her chest. Following her gaze with furrowed brows, Rhaenyra's eyes widen, her body tensing at the sight of her milk seeping right through her dress, arms quickly coming up to cover it before the lords could see as she sits back down in her seat.
"My dear, a dragon's egg is a handsome gift." Viserys states.
"The King and I thank you for your offer and we will consider it duly." Alicent tells her, glancing to her husband. "You must rest now, husband."
Nodding in agreement, the king only whispers a small 'yes' to agree with his wife as he rises up to his feet. Once the king and the queen were out of the room, everyone else stood up, Rhaenyra still waiting in her seat until she was all by herself to leave. As they walked back to their chambers, the king and queen spoke about the princess' offer and Viserys being happy to betroth the two children to wed one another. He knew his son wouldn't mind it, knowing his fondness of the girl.
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A couple hours had gone by since the Targaryen princess had given her offer to the king and the queen, and her chambers were quiet as a few people could be seen inside. The sun was slowly beginning to set, not as bright as it used to be with the usual bright blue sky turning into a slow grey color. The crackling of fire could be heard from the fireplace in the princess' chambers in hopes of giving warmth to her children.
Standing a few feet away, Rhaenyra held baby Joffrey in her arms as she quietly shushed his cries, moving her arms in a slow pace to rock him back and forth. Just in front of her, her violet eyes watched as Harwin was saying goodbye to his children. It had been decided that the man's father, Lord Lyonel Strong, would take him back to Harrenthal since he was heir after his father, who was Hand to the king. Y/n held a frown on her face as she held Lucerys smaller hand in hers, the pad of her thumb caressing his soft knuckles.
"Be good to your mother, children. I'll visit when I can." Harwin assures, standing up from his crouched position. "But that may be some time."
Frowning just like his sister, Jacaerys moves to stand by her other side that was near their mother. Y/n wraps her free arm around his shoulders, pulling him close as their father stops in front of them. The man's gaze looks to his eldest, his only daughter, his daughter that he swore to protect and keep safe all his life... something that her brothers had also sworn to do as well when they had seen how protective their father was of her. Harwin brings a gloved hand forward, tucking a piece of hair behind his daughter's ear as she continues to frown at him.
"Do you have to go?" Y/n asks.
"I'm afraid I must, darling. But I will return." Harwin tells her, gently holding hers and Jacaerys chins when they both looked down. "I promise."
Leaning down, he presses a kiss to the top of her head before he was venturing over to Rhaenyra, leaning down and softly kissing Joffrey's bald head. Him and Rhaenyra were then staring at one another before he bid her a goodbye formally, grabbing his things before walking out of the door.
Seeing that the door had been left open, Jacaerys rushed outside and into the hallway, watching his retreating figure. Trailing behind her brother, Y/n sighs as she does the same with Rhaenyra following right behind her two oldest. Using her free hand, she gently caresses her daughter's hair while looking between the two.
"We will exchange letters by raven. Won't that be fun?" Rhaenyra questions, trying to lighten their mood.
"Is Harwin Strong our father?" Jacaerys suddenly asks, turning to face the woman. "Am I a bastard? Are we bastards?"
Rhaenyra looks between her two eldest. "You are Targaryens. That's all that matters."
And with that, she leans down and presses her lips against their foreheads before moving them back into her chambers as she stares down the hallway. They couldn't stay in Kings Landing, and she knew Alicent would never take her offer of betrothing her eldest with Aemond Targaryen. So she could only think of one place they could go.
