An evil eye had fallen on the peace and the prosperity of the seven kingdoms. The royal court was divided into two factions - 'The Greens' and 'The Blacks'. The seeds of war sown long ago were sprouting.
Naerys Velaryon was the daughter of Princess...
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Queen Alicent was walking swiftly towards the chambers of Princess Rhaenyra with Ser Criston Cole following closely behind. She said, "What do you think, Cole? Will this be another bastard like the previous one? Considering her husband's tastes and her depravity, most likely it will be a bastard. Moreover, siring bastards and breaking vows isn't a great deal for the likes of Harwin. I mean, who doesn't know about Ser Lucamore Strong of the Kingsguard? Harwin shares his blood with Lucamore, doesn't he?"
Ser Criston said to the queen, "Aye! 'Lucamore the Lusty', they called him. The knights of the Kingsguard vow to practice celibacy for the rest of their lives. Ser Lucamore sired not just one, but sixteen children with three wives."
Soon, they reached the princess's chambers. Ser Criston stood at the door while the queen entered the chambers. Rhaenyra was sitting on the bed with the newborn in her arms. Laenor was standing at the edge of the bed and looking at the baby. They greeted Alicent with smiles on their faces. Alicent said, "I heard about the baby just a few moments ago." She took the baby from Rhaenyra to have a look at her. The tiny girl neither had the looks of the Valyrian dragonlords, nor did she have the pug nose and brown hair of Harwin. She had black hair and blue eyes. This was not something which Alicent had expected.
Laenor said to her, grinning, "She looks like my mother and grandmother." Alicent realised that he was right. The girl had black hair just like Princess Rhaenys and her mother Jocelyn Baratheon. And her eyes were blue just like the other Baratheons. This could only mean one thing - the girl was a trueborn daughter of Laenor and Rhaenyra.
(The seed is strong. ~ Jon Arryn)
She was rocking the baby in her arms when King Viserys arrived. He rushed towards his daughter and kissed her forehead. "Are you fine, my dear?" he said. Rhaenyra nodded her head in response.
He walked towards Alicent and said, "Now, my Queen, let me have a look at my granddaughter." He looked at the baby and said, "A little Rhaenys!"
Laenor was looking at his goodfather and his daughter. He never admitted it. But the Gods knew that he had wanted children of his own. He loved Jacaerys more than himself. There was no doubt about that. But this was different. This girl was his own blood and a part of him. He knew that he had to treasure her.
"What will you name her?" Viserys asked smiling.
Rhaenyra looked at Laenor who said, "Naerys! Her name will be Naerys Velaryon."
Alicent remarked, "That is a lovely name for a child."
Alicent and Viserys took their leave. Rhaenyra was tired after the long hours of labour and fell asleep. Laenor was sitting on the couch with Naerys in his arms when he thought, "Naerys might start crying and wake her up." So, he took her to another chamber where Jacaerys was playing with his nursemaid. The princeling had celebrated his first nameday, just six months ago.
