A Young Woman's Inevitable Dance with Dragons

Failninjaninja · Friday at 4:43 AM

Prologue:

Viserys, King of the Seven Kingdoms, was a man filled with grief. His wife, his beloved Aemma lay dead, while his newborn daughter still clung to life. The Grand Maester said the babe was too small for there to be much hope. Yet, she fought. Viserys had been so certain that it was to be a boy, but even in his disappointment, he cherished the tiny blue-eyed girl that fought so fiercely just for breath.

She fought, while his brother, Daemon, drank and whored and spat foulness from his lips. When his loyal right hand, Otto Hightower, had brought word of what had been said on the Street of Silk he had grown wroth. He sat on the Iron Throne and waited for his brother to answer his summons. His Kingsguard were arrayed in front of him, and the naked Valyrian Steel blade, Blackfyre, rested across his lap. Woe be to his brother if he responded with anything but contrition!

Daemon Targaryen was his beloved brother. The man had many faults, and all on his small council oft reported them. He had been made Master of Coin, but the post bored him. Viserys had made him Master of Laws next, but all he did was quarrel with his Hand, Otto. Finally, he had been made Commander of the City Watch. There, finally, he seemed to have found purpose; crime had been curtailed, things had been looking up, and now this.

His brother entered the throne room with his typical arrogant swagger. Daemon's strong Targaryen features immediately revealed his noble lineage at a glance. His deep-set purple eyes always held either contempt, amusement, or boredom. Silver hair fell to his shoulders and framed his clean-shaven face.

"You cut the image of the conqueror, brother."

"Did you say it?" Viserys asked with a weary voice.

"I don't know what you mean," Daemon replied.

"You will address me as "Your Grace," or I will have my Kingsguard cut out your tongue," the King spoke with constrained fury.

Daemon paused a slight look of uncertainty on his proud features.

"The Gods left nothing to chance." The King's eyes bore into his brothers.

"Did you say it? Upon my Aemma's death? Were you celebrating her death so your own position was secured? Were you celebrating that she bore a daughter when I so longed for a son?"

"We must all mourn in our own way, Your Grace. I was in my cups; you know I harbored no ill will towards the queen."

Viserys rarely lost his temper. He always sought to find a balance, to ensure all parties were, if not content, at least not wholly slighted or harmed by his decisions. Now, he felt fire and rage in his belly. His beloved was dead, his eldest daughter shattered by her death, and his youngest still confronting the Stranger.

"My family has been destroyed. But instead of being by my side, or Rhaenyra's, you chose to celebrate your own rise!" Rage overtook him fully. "Laughing with your whores and your lickspittles. You have no allies at court but me!"

It was true, Daemon had rubbed his entire council the wrong way at one point or another. Ever had Viserys defended his brother, and this was how he had been repaid.

"Everything I have given you; you've thrown back in my face."

Daemon's own temper soared as his nostrils flared.

"You've only ever tried to send me away. To the Vale, to the City Watch, anywhere, but by your side. Ten years you have been King and yet not once have you asked me to be your Hand!"

"Why would I do that?"

"Because I'm your brother. And the blood of the dragon runs thick."

"Then why do you cut me so deeply?" Viserys trembled. Was Daemon's frustration at not being made Hand the cause of this virulent bitterness in his heart?

"I've only ever spoken the truth. I see Otto Hightower for what he is."

The King made a dismissive gesture. Otto had proven his faithfulness time and time again.

"An unwavering and loyal Hand?"

"A cunt," Daemon vulgarly replied. "A second son who stands to inherit nothing he doesn't seize for himself."

Viserys would not allow his friend to be besmirched. "Otto Hightower is a more honorable man than you could ever be."

"He doesn't protect you, I would."

"From what?"

"Yourself. You are weak, Viserys. And that council of leeches knows it. They all prey on you for their own ends."

Viserys closed his eyes for a moment. He was not weak. Daemon did not understand, he thought that a King should rule and run roughshod over anyone and everyone. He did not believe in compromise. He did not believe in seeking solutions that would prevent bitter feuds. He ruled with wisdom, not weakness. And yet, his brother's words had barbed his soul. Was he being taken advantage of, at times?

He opened his eyes, and there was pain, not satisfaction or gloating.

"I have decided to name a new heir."

Daemon's face filled with shock. "I am your heir."

"Not anymore. You are to return to Runestone and your lady wife at once, and you are to do so without quarrel, by order of your King."

Daemon advanced a step, and two of the Kingsguard immediately barred his path. Rage twisted upon his features, and his hand twitched, but he refrained from doing something foolish. Instead, he bowed his head fractionally.

"Your Grace." The King's brother walked out without a further word.

Once he had gone, Viserys exhaled heavily. That had been difficult for him. He hated having his brother apart from him, but Otto had explained why it was necessary. Such borderline treasonous talk could not be tolerated. It was also clear that Daemon could not be trusted with the crown; should something befall Viserys, the realm would suffer.

He rose heavily from the throne, he should check on his daughters. He would find both Rhaenyra and the newborn together. So sure had Viserys been that he would have a son, they had not even considered the possibility of a daughter. A name had to be given, and he named her Elaena Targaryen after one of his ancestors.

He arrived to see his eldest daughter pacing fitfully as a wetnurse held his newborn daughter. The Maester was there as well and the King conferred with him.

"I hesitate to give you any misplaced hope, Your Grace, but I am heartened by her continued survival. With her size and difficulty breathing, I would have thought her to have passed. Every hour she seems to grow stronger. I have seen a score of babes healthier pass by now, again, Your Grace, I can make no guarantees."

Viserys approached the wetnurse who bowed while carrying her burden. The princess was nuzzling. Her fine hair was silver and when she opened her eyes, they were blue, likely from Arryn heritage on her mother's side. This was his daughter, the last vestige of his Aemma. He had been faced with an impossible choice in the birthing room, he could only pray that little Elaena would survive.

He went to hold Rhaenyra who was stiff. He surmised she blamed him for her mother's death. Aemma had always suffered in the birthing bed, but Viserys had so badly wanted a son. He had dreamt of it, not as in men dreamed, but as a Targaryen. He had thought he was a Dreamer, someone with prophetic visions. Those visions spoke of a son, wearing the conquerors crown. Now, he knew that had just been a childish fancy, he was no Dreamer. His error had cost him his wife's life.

"The Maester believes Elaena has a chance. We must not lose hope. We will place an egg in her cradle, and she will find strength from it."

The tradition of placing an egg in a babe's cradle had fallen out of use, yet old tales talked of dragons lending strength to their riders. Viserys knew it could not hurt, and may give his daughter some hope.

His daughter remained silent. When the newborn had finished drinking, she coughed and rasped. It was a wretched sound. Placing the babe down onto its cradle made it worse, Rhaenyra lifted the babe to her own body, and the coughing subsided for a time. Viserys felt helpless and took his leave. There was little he could do and neither daughter seemed to long for his presence.

Chapter 1

"I know that the embodiment of evil, Being X must be behind all of this." -From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 11

Queen Alicent Hightower was heavy with the King's child. Having seen what happened with Aemma she was wrought with worry. Even though the good Maester had told her, by all indication she, and the babe within her were healthy, she was apprehensive. She knew her husband was also concerned and he doted on her constantly. She loved him for his concern, Viserys was many years her senior and she could not say she enjoyed his form, but he was good to her.

In some ways, she was already a mother. Little Elaena was almost two now and with her mother dead, and Alicent the new King's wife, it was up to her to help raise her. She had help, of course, the wetnurse and other serving maids, and even the King's first daughter, Rhaenyra who came to check on her and play with her.

Alicent's relationship with Rhaenyra was complex. She was only a year older than the princess, and yet it had always been Rhaenyra who had been the bold one and taken the lead in their conversations. Alicent marrying her father, had strained things. She felt an interloper between father and daughter. They both loved Viserys and Elaena, and that united them, yet the undercurrent of usurpation of Aemma lay between them, unspoken, but keenly felt.

The realm had delighted when Elaena had survived. She was still small for her age, but the egg that had been placed in her cradle had hatched. The hatchling had scales of palest silver, and the young creature seemed to lend strength to the little Targaryen. Alicent was more comfortable around dragons than most of Westeros, but even she was wary. And yet the hatchling's behavior was as keen as any well-behaved hound or horse. Even so, the dragon keepers had said the hatchling would soon need to be taken to the pit. It had clearly bonded with little Elaena, but until she was old enough to command it, a stray flame could ignite a room.

Elaena herself was somewhat of an oddity. She seemed to develop like a normal child, only at times she would catatonically stare at nothing. These spells would last minutes at a time and she could not be broken from them. When she would finally snap out of it, she would weep and sob, but eventually return to being a normal young child. It was the strangest thing. The new Grand Maester suggested the babe may have been deprived of air during the difficult birth or shortly after and that it had impacted her mind. He claimed that something similar would occur to those struck in the head, but given the overall rate of learning to crawl, toddle, and grasp things she likely would be able to lead a normal life. Well, as normal a life as a princess could.

Alicent worried over her and would always hold her when those episodes occurred. She hoped Elaena would get along well with the child in her womb. They would be siblings of similar age. It was possible they may even be married to each other if she bore a son. A part of her yearned for a son, as it was something Viserys desperately desired. Another part of her feared the consequences. With a son, would Rhaenyra still be the heir? Viserys had said she would be, but the realm would always prefer a male over a female. If Viserys ceded to tradition, would Rhaenyra hate her forever?

She knew her father would want nothing more than to be the grandfather of the next King. He had warned her not to press for it if it was a boy. The thought should not come from her, lest she be viewed as grasping for power for her children at the expense of Aemma, his first wife. It was with some bitterness, that Alicent knew Viserys still cared and longed for her. He was not so vile or crass to speak her name as they lay carnally with each other, but when he was asleep and lost in his dreams, her name was heard.

She knew her husband worried over his brother. Daemon had been exiled from court due to his rash words after the Queen's death. Viserys still loved him, and hoped he would not fall in the battles that were taking place in the Stepstones. Alicent also knew there was no love lost between her father and Daemon. She could not wish for his death, not when it would cause such grief to her husband.

She felt movement in her belly and smiled. It would not be long now. She cherished being able to raise Elaena. Raisng her was not the same as having her own child and she longed to welcome it into the world.

***

Rhaenyra doted upon her little sister. Such a tiny precious little girl. Even after she began walking, Rhaenyra adored cradling Elaena like a baby. Those troubling spells of her staring off at nothing had grown worse, and Rhaenyra was worried.

Then the day occurred, just shy of her third name day, Elaena stared off as was becoming so frequent and then collapsed. Upon hearing of it, Rhaenyra had run to see how she was doing. The Maester, again had no answers for them. Both Rhaenyra and Alicent stayed by the girl's side. Relations between the two had grown strained with the birth of Prince Aegon. Aegon the second, the first son of Viserys. Rhaenyra heard the whispers, the talk of how it was only a matter of time until the King formally announced him as his heir.

The frostiness that existed between the two of them did not lead to quarrelsome words, not typically and certainly not while Elaena's small frame lay almost unmoving. Her breathing had not been an issue for over a year now, and they took comfort in the steady rise and fall of her chest.

Sometime, in the hour of the owl, Elaena awoke. Rhaenyra immediately shouted for a servant to fetch the Maester. Alicent touched her and felt to make sure she was well.

"Forgive me for causing you worry, mother, sister, but I am doing better now."

The words, and the poise in which they were spoken stunned them both. It wasn't as if Elaena had never spoken before, but she spoke in the way of young children. Not that the words were complicated, but the way they were spoken belied her years. Rhaenyra was shocked, as they stared in silence at Elaena, the girl's eyes darted around in panic for a moment, before slowly closing.

"I… tired. Rest now."

Rhaenyra looked at Alicent in confusion. Had she spoken beyond her years and then regressed and just shut her eyes again. What to make of it. Soon, the Maester and the King arrived. The Maester prodded the princess awake.

"Sleepy, very sleep, sleep. No noise… please."

The Maester assured the King that all was well; she had woken from whatever episode had occurred and any danger had passed.

"Will this happen again?" Viserys asked.

"Only the Gods know, Your Grace. Your daughter may have these fits throughout all her life. There was a boy from House Marbrand a few generations back who would get the shakes, but only once or twice a moon's turning. Predicting these is all but impossible."

Rhaenyra felt a deep well of sadness rise within her. If this was to keep happening, Elaena would never be a dragonrider. That sort of risk was too great. It was a bitter thought, but better than losing her all together. They filed out of the room and Rhaenyra went to get some sleep herself.

The following days were odd. Elaena was not her typical self. She spoke queerly, at times seemingly to regress to an even younger age, and other times more fluently, not like when she first awoke, but somewhere in between. She cornered Grand Maester Mellos twice demanding answers, her own father admonished her for hectoring the man who had already given his answer.

It was announced that Alicent was with child again. Aegon was still a babe. Viserys was busy with his new son, his pregnant wife, and of course running the Seven Kingdoms.

We are being pushed aside, me and Elaena.

Alicent still seemed to care about Viserys' youngest daughter, but there was a lessening of the care and attention paid to her. Rhaenyra tried to fill in that space, but it seemed she needn't have bothered. The active child had become more withdrawn and had asked for books with pictures. There were fewer hugs and games, and when they played hide-the-treasure, there was no joy in her eyes. It almost seemed as if the girl of three was humoring her. Which was an absurd notion, but she could not shake the feeling.

Despite her earlier desire to do so, Rhaenyra slowly retreated from regular time with Elaena. It was just discomforting. Those sea-blue eyes had a way of seeing through her. The heir of the Seven Kingdoms had taken to flying Syrax more and more often. It was a way to clear her thoughts and dispel the disquiet from her mind. The one silver lining in the change with her little sister was that she no longer had any of her episodes.

***

Rhaenyra was unhappy with the grand hunt that had been called to honor her half-brother's second name day. She had more than a few reasons, but the largest was that her father was trying to sell her off to the Lannisters, and the thought made her skin crawl.

In the King's tent, while the hunters sought their quarry things came to a head. Her father had been drinking and jesting with his lords. When she spoke with him it quickly became heated.

"I see what is happening here, father! Was there this celebration for Elaena's second name day? Her third name day? Will there be one for her upcoming fourth?"

Viserys looked flummoxed. "I, well, it isn't quite the same."

"Of course it isn't, the King's heir is to be honored above mere daughters."

"You are my heir, Rhaenyra."

"Do you think me blind? You held a tourney for his first name day as well. All can see what you intend to do, so just do it."

Viserys looked angry and raised his voice "I have…"

The King's Hand interrupted, likely to prevent a scene from being made and getting tongues wagging. Hightower was good about smoothing things over and managing her father. Viserys loved to drink, and while he was neither lecherous nor fury-driven when in his cups, he did sometimes lose his more graceful bearing and guarded tongue.

Little Elaena, who traveled with the Queen's family, approached as the Hand drew away her father.

"Sister, you should not quarrel with father over such things. I do not care about having things done in my name."

It had been months since that day. Elaena had matured quickly, unnaturally quick in Rhaenyra's eyes. The girl had not just been looking at the pictures of the books provided but reading them. She was not yet even four!

"It isn't about you; it is about the disparity between how he treats his son and how he treats us."

Elaena nodded in understanding. Which was wrong. She shouldn't understand that!

"I see. Well, if you feel strongly about this, speak to father in a less crowded area and when he is not within his cups. Tempers could flare with the wrong timing."

She ruffled her sister's hair, which drew an annoyed childlike glare that Rhaenyra still found adorable. She liked to do things like this when her sister was speaking beyond her years.

"I'm certain you know best with your many years of wisdom, sister."

Elaena let out a small huff and then wandered off back toward Alicent's side. Rhaenyra had tried to talk with Alicent about Elaena, but her one-time friend had thought her strange. She had even told Rhaenyra that Elaena was a boon and could reliably calm down Aegon when he went into a tantrum.

Rhaenyra sighed; she would talk to her father again, later. This endless waiting had her in a state of limbo. If he meant to replace her, he should just do it. She was in no hurry to wed, no hurry to face the woman's battlefield that Aemma had suffered through. Bedding, now that sounded fun to her, but childbirth. She shuddered. Whether her father took the heirship away from her or not, she would have to face it one day.

***

Viserys rarely grew truly wroth, but this was one of those times. Since the hunt he had reassured Rhaenyra; he had no intention of replacing her as heir. More, he had even given her leave to make her own choice as to who to marry. She had gone on a tour of the Seven Kingdoms and rejected every offer. Birth, wealth, reputation, or even looks, none would sway her.

Then his damned brother, who had returned so triumphant and yet had humbled himself after his grand victory, had gone and done something unconscionable. Why could his family not simply do their duty? Had he not given them chance after chance? Had he not forgiven slight after slight?

Much had happened in a short time. Otto Hightower had been replaced as Hand, Daemon exiled, again, and now he had made Rhaenyra finally do her duty. She would wed Laenor Velaryon, or he would replace her as heir. If she could not be made to see sense, she could not rule the Seven Kingdoms. Viserys would remove her for the same reason he removed Daemon as heir.

Fortunately, she had complied, though she had tried to make him feel as if she were the wronged one. It was enough to drive a man to drink. He poured himself more wine; he deserved it after the last few weeks.

"You should not drink to excess, father." Elaena told him as she entered the room. Viserys was always guarded by his Kingsguard, but he had left instructions that his wife and children need not be announced or barred from his company. Not unless he specifically instructed it.

The little princess had not yet seen her fifth name day, and yet the Maesters claimed she was brighter and more knowledgeable than half the nobility. Her love of books had made her a bit of a recluse. His wife reassured him that she got on well with Aegon and his youngest daughter Helaena.

"I believe I'll need a word with the septa on teaching you the proper courtesies when speaking with your lord father and King," he jested.

She smiled for a moment and Viserys felt at peace, but it faded quickly.

"I am serious. Excess food and alcohol will prematurely age you and add to your current infirmities. I would not see you join my mother in the grave before I even reach my maturity."

He grunted. Little Elaena would couch her words sometimes, but other times she was as direct as a Stark. This was one of those times where she seemed to judge him with those decidedly un-childlike eyes.

"Do not worry, I have many good years left in me. The stresses of kingship require a bit of vice to get through them."

She frowned. "I know I am young, but there are texts that suggest that are better ways to alleviate anxiety. Have you considered going out riding? Or even a morning brisk walk? I could join you, and you can start your day with a fresh mind."

Viserys was touched by his daughter's words. She was genuinely worried about his health. He knew he had not spent much time with her compared to Aegon, but he must have made some favorable impression on his precocious child.

"I will think on it, being a King is very busy."

She nodded to him. "Would you like to meet tomorrow or the day after to begin?"

He laughed; he couldn't quite help himself. She was as relentless as Otto had been. Ah, but he did miss his old friend and Hand. Viserys shook his head.

"So insistent, very well, I will walk with you on the morrow."

She smiled again, walked up to him, and took the bottle he had poured from off his desk.

"Lest you fall into temptation, father. You will be most vexed if you try to rise in the morn, only for a pounding head to keep you from adhering to the word you have given me."

Viserys blinked. Elaena was going to be even more willful than Rhaenyra! Only a child could be so audacious with a King, and yet he found he did not mind.

"Alicent will be cross if she sees you with that, you can leave it here."

"Only if you promise not to drink more tonight."

"You have the solemn word of the King of the Seven Kingdoms, is that sufficient for you, Princess Elaena of the House Targaryen?"

It was and she gave him a kiss on the cheek goodnight and went off to her own room. He shook his head again in bemusement. His mood was lifted, and breath came easier into his lungs. His mind was now more at ease with the big changes he had made. He was even more intent on personally sailing to Driftmark and see to it that the match was agreed upon with House Valeryon.

***

Rhaenyra stood her ground as Alicent angrily yelled at her.

"How could you? You risked the life of your sister on a lark! What were you thinking?"

Her sister had been perfectly safe riding behind her on Syrax, she had made sure the chains and straps were secure. Little Elaena had loved every second of their flight.

"I was thinking my sister could use a change of pace. She was perfectly safe, Syrax is well behaved! She loved it, I have not seen her laugh with such glee in almost two years."

Alicent shook her head. "Did someone else join you in making sure she was secure?"

"No… but I know what I am doing."

"Yes, because we all know how sound your judgement is."

Rhaenyra's blood ran hot. She knew she was talking about her… escapades with men and going into the city. It had not been long since that discussion.

"Watch what you say, Alicent."

"She's not even five! She is fragile; her neck could have snapped with the wrong wind!"

Rhaenyra laughed, "You are ridiculous. You do not understand, nor will you ever. You are not a Targaryen. Stop speaking of things which you know not!"

"I will speak with the King about this. You endanger your honor and yourself with your recklessness, but to risk your sister like this… no more. I forbid it."

Rhaenyra almost struck her. How dare she try to forbid her something. She was the heir!

"You are not her mother; you have no say in what she does. I will take her flying every day if it pleases me."

Her one-time friend quivered with rage and promised once more to take it to the King. Rhaenyra turned away herself. Alicent had no right to interfere with her bonding with Elaena. She wasn't there. She had not felt the sheer joy emanate from Elaena. And to accuse her of being reckless with her sister's life… that had been too far.

Her father came to her later that evening.

"You and Alicent have been quarrelling. I have heard her side; I would hear yours."

"Elaena asked to fly with me; I saw no reason to deny her. It was perfectly safe. Alicent worries over nothing and oversteps her place. She is not my mother; she is not Elaena's mother."

Viserys sighed heavily.

"No one can replace Aemma."

Rhaenyra let out a dismissive laugh.

"Rhaenyra! I say again, no one can replace Aemma. She will always be dear in my heart above all others. She is gone and could not be here to care for Elaena. Alicent, and yes, you as well, took on the role of mother in her place. And what a fine job you both have done! She is brilliant, kind, and studious."

Rhaenyra hated the fact her father had remarried. And if he had to get married, why did it have to be Alicent? He could have married Laena Valeryon, yes, she was younger but it would have secured an important political alliance. A marriage that was based on pragmatism, not love and lust. Not a replacement of the heart.

"If you claim that I also helped raise her as a mother figure, then Alicent still has no right to hector me over her safety. I would not let harm befall her."

Viserys let out another a sigh. "Rhaenyra, I know you will always protect your sister. It is natural to worry, she is young and fragile." He chuckled a bit, it was forced. "A stiff wind likely could knock her over. Surely it is not necessary to take her to the sky again so soon. She will fly all her life, if she desires. In a few short years she will be flying alongside you on her own. For the sake of peace in this house, just be patient."

"You are forbidding me?"

"Part of being a ruler is compromising, Rhaenyra."

She arched an eyebrow. "You are either forbidding me or you are not. Which is it, Your Grace," the last words were said harshly full of derision.

"Forbidding you, then. Do not fly your sister without my permission."

Rhaenyra nodded, "Next time little Elaena asks I'll tell her to go to you for permission then."

Viserys scowled, a telltale sign that his temper was on the verge of fraying. Rhaenyra could tell and considered the wisdom of guarding her tongue.

"You are being spiteful, and for no need. She will fly soon enough."

"As you say, Your Grace."

Viserys sighed one more time and dismissed her.

Failninjaninja · Friday at 4:45 AM

I've been encouraged to branch out and post my stories to other sites as well so I've registered here and will begin dumping chapters!

Failninjaninja · Friday at 5:04 AM

Chapter 2

"I've learned that there are two types of people, rational and irrational, so I'll undoubtedly need to revisit behavioral economics." -From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol 1

Alicent had worried when Elaena had come to her. Rhaenyra, spiteful as she was, had attempted to poison their relationship by making it clear Alicent had been behind the refusal for her to ride with Rhaenyra on Syrax. The daughter of her heart, if not her blood, came prepared to discuss it. Speaking of how tame Syrax was, how careful Rhaenyra had been, and with tales from Old Valyria of newborns being taken up on dragons to fly with their fathers. None of it moved Alicent; it was dangerous, and she had convinced Viserys.

Her experience with Aegon had led her to be prepared for a tantrum, cries, and even barbed words that would cut her. She had been prepared to endure them, even bear Elaena's disdain. None of that came. Once it was clear Alicent was adamant in her view, Elaena dropped the matter entirely. There were no tears or recriminations, or anything of the like.

Months later their relationship was as strong as ever as Alicent prepared to give birth to her third child. Little Elaena had asked to be there with her, to hold her hand as she faced the birthing bed. Touched, Alicent had accepted.

It was the first birthing without her father nearby. Not that he would be in the birthing chamber, of course, but knowing he was there within walking distance had comforted her. Now he had been sent back to Oldtown; one of those uncommon times where Viserys had refused her. She knew the succession and his advice to the King on favoring Aegon over Rhaenyra was the major reason. She felt Elaena's hand tighten around hers, and her anxiety over the birth, her father, and her son's futures faded a bit.

The delivery turned out easier than her prior two births. Was she becoming used to labor? The pain itself had felt a distant thing even as the contractions had reached their peak. She thanked the Seven for the easy birth. Her youngest son, Aemond Targaryen was smaller at birth than her other two, but his cry was fierce and the Maester stated he was healthy.

That was what mattered most. Viserys had come in later and held his son. He seemed surprised to see Elaena there.

"So that is where you are. I had looked for you earlier to walk while I awaited news, but assumed you had found a nook somewhere to read another one of your tomes."

"Forgive me father, I wanted to be here with mother."

Viserys waved his hand. "No explanation is needed." He turned to Alicent. "You have given me another son; thank you my dear."

Alicent smiled in return, hopeful that her completing her responsibility as a dutiful wife would aid in putting her son on the Iron Throne. The realm wished it. With a trueborn son many were clamoring to have Rhaenyra set aside. Only her husband would not do it, so what would bitter Rhaenyra who whored around and had to be made to do her duty do when there was another who the realm desired to have rule over them? She hated to think Rhaenyra would be capable of having her half-brothers killed or sent to the Wall, but the way she had acted lately, she was almost sure that would happen once she ascended the Iron Throne.

It was made all the worse with the betrothal between Laenor Velaryon and Rhaenyra. Even though Rhaenyra did not want the marriage, it had bolstered her claim. Laenor flew Seasmoke, and his mother was the Princess Rhaenys, who's line had carried the alternative to Viserys. Her father had tried all he could to push for alternatives for Rhaenyra when he was still Hand.

She accepted the babe back from her husband. He did have a good set of lungs. She prayed that he would not take after Aegon too much. That boy would scream and cry over anything; it was a chore to get him to quiet down. The servants who tended to him admitted to helplessness, his cries alarming those around who were not used to it. Viserys enjoyed interacting with his son when he wasn't like that, but when he was, he washed his hands of him entirely. Elaena who was now sized smaller than Aegon, despite her being older, was one of the few who could return him to calm. Aemond had to be better than her difficult firstborn, he just had to be.

***

Viserys had his fill of family quarrels. Exiling his brother from court a second time had burdened his heart. The icy coldness between Rhaenyra and Alicent was only growing more pronounced. Things could be worse, and there had been progress on some fronts. Rhaenyra and Laenor were finally betrothed. The two seemed amicable with each other, though no wedding date had been set. He had a fine healthy third child with Alicent, and he was starting to feel physically better himself. Aemma's youngest daughter had proven correct, his morning walks were helping his constitution. That, and not drinking and eating so heavily at night.

She seemed to look forward to them as much as he, but if he was late, she could not be found. When he had asked why she had not waited, her response was heart wrenching.

"I just assumed that you cared more about indulging then in spending time with me."

He tried to explain that wasn't the case, and she said she understood, but in the way where you know someone is just humoring you. After that he had reiterated his commitment to curbing his drinking when the stresses of Kingship grew too much. Time flew, as oft it did, and he wished to cherish the time he had with his family, especially the ones who didn't cause endless headaches. Or shrieked like a banshee as his eldest son often did.

That brought something to mind as he walked with his daughter.

"You seem to be one of the few who can contain Aegon. I had told Alicent that I thought a match between Aegon and Helaena to be appropriate. But you are so good with him, we could change our plans. Instead, Helaena can marry Aemond and you can marry Aegon."

His poised daughter stumbled a step.

"Ah, oh, well, no, I don't think that would be good. I've helped rear him to some extent, father, and it would be queer for me to take the same child I helped in that way as a husband."

Viserys frowned. He knew she helped Alicent with his children, but she surely did not rise to the level of a mother figure for Aegon. Something else was going on here.

"You must marry of course, and options are somewhat limited. Perhaps if Rhaenyra and Laenor have a son soon after marriage. Or if Daemon ever father's a child with his wife, an unlikely scenario since he did not return to the Vale."

Elaena looked less than her typical poised self.

"What is the matter?"

"I… understand I will one day marry. I also know the traditions of our house. Despite this, I find the notion of marrying family, off-putting."

Viserys stopped and crouched down to get eye level with his daughter. She was but five and had read scores of books. No doubt those texts written by the Andals and the First Men held strong beliefs about incest and considered it a great sin. He oft forgot she was so young, and girls her age could be quite impressionable.

"You must remember, we are not like others. Some say Targaryens are closer to Gods than men." At her face he put his hands up, "I did not say I believed it, just that it is said. We command, or are at least tolerated, by dragons. It is what allowed Aegon to conquer the Seven Kingdoms, it is what keeps us on the Iron Throne. It is thought that the purity of Targaryen blood, once diluted will not allow after a generation or two, command over dragons. You have bonded to… what was its name again?"

"Viktoriya."

"Ah, yes, Viktoriya, an odd name, but a strong one. You have bonded to her, do you not wish the same for your children, and your children's children?"

"Has this been tested? Have we looked to see if a child who is half Targaryen and married someone with no Targaryen blood, would they still be able to command dragons? Is this just someone's theory or has it been proven?"

Viserys honestly didn't know. "We shouldn't doubt the wisdom of our forefathers, but who would wish to take that risk? No, it is better to be certain. If you were to marry outside of our bloodline, it may be your children could still command dragons. But if they too married without, I believe it ends there. You also may not realize another critical reason we would not want to marry you outside of the family."

"And that is?"

"Dragons. Say you do marry a Lannister, Stark, Baratheon, or Tyrell. Your children can claim dragons, but they would not be Targaryens. The balance of power in the ream would shift and in dangerous ways."

"But you had planned on letting Rhaenyra choose who to be married to."

"Yes, but they would be joining as a Prince Consort, they would be becoming a Targaryen, if only in name. And her children will be part of the family as she will be Queen after me."

Elaena nodded, but did not look convinced.

"And one more thing. The blood of Old Valyria, our blood, is special. At times it runs quick with the ability to foresee the future. That is why our family still lives. Daenys the Dreamer predicted the Doom, it for that reason alone our family sailed away and why we all live."

Elaena narrowed her brows and opened her mouth to make an objection, but then closed it and began again.

"Father, there is plenty of time, so I would suggest we not make any firm plans yet. As to the dangers of marrying outside of the house, I think controls can be put in place. My children can be married back to the main Targaryen line when the time comes, and if they do not, they cannot claim a dragon. The few wild dragons we know of are on Dragonstone. I believe there would be little risk in establishing these sorts of parameters, which would open the situation up for other alliances that can help keep the throne secure."

Viserys did not see anything wrong with waiting to name betrothals for his children. She was right in that much, at least. They had time. He did not mind agreeing, and it was always enjoyable to see a full smile bloom on Elaena's features. She and Rhaenyra always reminded him of Aemma, the great love of his life. As usual they ended their walk with a customary kiss on the cheeks. And as always, he felt much refreshed and less winded than he had before the walk started.

***

Rhaenyra enjoyed her little sister's company. Despite her delicate appearance, and innocent features, her wit was sharp. Such an inquisitive girl too, always asking about Syrax and how she trained her, what were the 'lessons learned' and 'take-aways' from her time bonding with her dragon. Other times they spoke of her marriage tour, not about the matches, but about the places she had been. What castles she had visited. It was refreshing to have her thoughts taken seriously, even if it was by someone who had only reached her fifth name day. Elaena was different than other children, that was plain to see, so it wasn't quite as pitiful as it sounded.

"I wish I could take you flying again, you had so much fun with it."

"I do too, but father was clear and we must obey his edicts."

"Of course." Elaena was always picky about following the rules that Viserys and Alicent laid out for her. Though Alicent should be not be making any rules for her, it wasn't her place to do so. That bitch was not her true mother.

"Perhaps you should ask father again, you are older now."

"Hmm maybe, but he was firm last time. I hate to be overly bothersome and make him repeat himself. I do long for the day when I can take to the skies. It will be fun to race you on Viktoriya."

Rhaenyra looked forward to that day as well. There were no other dragon riders regularly at court, not since Daemon left. Until they were wed Laenor was spending his days in Driftmark. Laenor had his own dragon, though he had other pleasures than dragon flight that distracted him. Rhaenyra did not mind; she had her sights on another knight who fit her desires more keenly. It was all done with Laenor's blessing as well, an unexpected surprise, and something that made the looming marriage tolerable.

"Viktoriya has been growing so quick, soon you will be able to have her saddled. For your next name day present you should ask father to allow you to try riding her."

"That would even be before you rode Syrax! Do you think she'll be large enough?"

"Oh yes, especially with how tiny you are," she said as she ruffled her sister's perfectly groomed hair.

The little girl huffed with indignation, but did not voice complaint beyond that.

Rhaenyra enjoyed doing that. She hoped that her suggestion took root. More than likely her father would not allow her to fly because of his shrew wife. She had tried several times to get Elaena to hear and speak ill of Alicent, but her little sister was too appropriate to speak ill of others. Rhaenyra hoped she would grow out of that stage, gossip was a joy, and there were so many in court who were dullards or just plain hideous.

"What have you been reading these days?"

"I found an interesting book in the library, The Iron Chronicle. It is about when the Ironborn ruled the Riverlands pre-conquest."

Rhaenyra wrinkled her nose. The Ironborn were quite awful. They were little better than pirates. Not that she had much contact with them as they were on the other side of the continent and reaved along the west coast. It would be interesting to see how they would stand up against the Velaryon fleet at Driftmark.

"What is interesting about it?"

"The King of the Iron Isles and Rivers would often arrange thing so that his bannermen fought each other. This would keep them weak and not able to challenge his rule. I do not approve of such tactics myself."

"Not that those tactics would be needed today. We have dragons, our family has no need for such tawdry efforts, no one can challenge us."

Elaena hesitated for a moment before rebutting. "I'm not sure that is fully true. Dorne resisted for how long? The Stepstones proved quite difficult to wrangle, and is still not fully under control. Multiple dragons and it still took years to bring the pirates occupying to heel. It isn't as if its impossible to kill a dragon, look at what happened to Meraxes."

"A lucky bolt, surely you aren't suggesting our hold on the Seven Kingdoms is in peril?"

"What? Oh, no, not at all. Dragons are amazing weapons of mass destruction. I am just against complacency. You never know when some vile lying entity… ah well I just mean one shouldn't underestimate future threats, that's all. As I said, I did not approve of the Ironborn's behavior."

Rhaenyra ruffled her hair again. "You will be an important figure in my court when I am Queen, but there's no need for you to worry about these things at your age. You should have fun and play more!"

"But I do play. Just yesterday I played monsters-and-maidens with Aegon, and we are starting to show Helaena how to play too. You can join us if you'd like."

She frowned and looked off into the distance. She had no desire to be around Alicent's brood. Mood a bit soured she told her sister they would talk later. Rhaenyra knew just how to cheer up and strengthen her disposition.

***

Alicent was feeding Aemond while others cared for her two oldest children. Closeness to her child was a precious thing, and yet she wondered if this was to be her fate. Pregnancy, nursing, and then another pregnancy. She felt, worn, and tired. The stress of dealing with Viserys, Rhaenyra, and Aegon combined with her physical exhaustion wore on her.

Helaena was a much easier child, though she acted at times like the way Elaena had acted when younger. It was less pronounced but more frequent. She would stare off at a ceiling or wall for hours unless she was interrupted. Unlike Elaena she could be interrupted, though it frightened her. Fortunately, when she cried from it, she was not loud like Aegon. Her daughter worried her, was it something from Viserys? She could only pray that she grew out of it like Elaena had.

A scream, followed by a shout of alarm jarred her from her thoughts. What had happened? The sound came from her children's rooms. She stood up and listened. A cry came up to fetch a Maester. Alicent handed Aemond to one of her handmaidens and rushed down the hallway.

She saw a servant checking an extremely pale face Aegon.

"What is the matter, is he hurt?"

"No, Your Grace, he isn't, but he is shaken by what he saw. It is Elaena and the maid who fell."

Alicent heard more shouts from the stairs nearby and she moved down them and saw one of the Maesters training under Mellos tending to Elaena. One of Aegon's toy swords was on the ground as well next to several other servants.

"Is she well? What happened?"

Elaena was sitting upright looking somewhat annoyed.

"I told you; I did not hit my head on the way down, it is only my ankle that is twisted and my arm. Fetch some ice for the swelling and be done with it."

The Maester shook his head, "Princess, you fell down at least 30 steps and had someone land on you, I must ensure you have not taken serious injury."

"What happened?" Alicent repeated herself.

One of the maidservants who took care of Aegon had trembled slightly.

"My Queen, your son was striking out with his toy and becoming a danger, so I sought to take it from him. I was taking it downstairs and out of sight when he shoved me and I fell down the stairs. I do not know how Elaena came to be under me, she had been reading nearby."

Alicent grew cold. Viserys could already not stand to be around Aegon when he threw a tantrum. And while Aegon was young, she held the fear an incident like this would sour Viserys to Aegon completely. She remembered her father's words. If Rhaenyra took the Iron Throne her children would be in danger. Aegon could not develop a reputation for cruelty, it would harm his chances of replacing Rhaenyra.

She slapped the maidservant.

"Filthy liar. It was your own clumsiness that made you fall and brought harm to the King's daughter. I suggest you admit what truly happened or I'll see you whipped or worse."

All eyes flew to her. Before the terrified girl could respond, Elaena interrupted.

"Falls can be shocking things and they can lead to much confusion. I confess, I realized I was late to see the squires practice in the yard, and was in a hurry. I must have bumped Marya in my haste. No doubt the unfortunate timing and the fall caused this muddle. Fortunately, the one who caused the mishap was the only one injured, me. So, there is no need for you to be wroth with anyone else, mother."

The maidservant looked to Elaena and then back at Alicent.

"I… yes I don't recall exactly… forgive me, Your Grace, I must have been confused."

Alicent ignored her and went down to one knee to check on Elaena.

"Where are you injured?"

"Please, my Queen, allow me to finish my examination," the Maester gently requested.

Alicent saw that Elaena was not only clear eyed, but did not seem to be in any discernable pain despite what occurred. With matters in hand, she went to check on Aegon. Back up the stairs she dismissed the servant and took Aegon to her room and shut the door.

"What happened," she asked as she lowered herself to look him in the eye.

"She took my toy. I'm prince and she stole it; she can't do that. I didn't push Elee, I didn't!"

Alicent slapped her son.

"You idiot child, you do not push. If anyone, anyone at all, including your father, asks you what happened you will say she fell on her own. You will not admit to pushing anyone. And you will not push her or anyone else again."

Aegon began crying loudly and Alicent put her hand over his mouth to silence him.

"Be silent for once in your Gods cursed life! Why must you scream so?"

Aegon kicked and flailed, yet at his age he had little ability to free himself. Alicent held him firmly, ensuring he stayed quiet and finally he exhausted himself.

"Remember, tell no one that you pushed her. If you do, sister Elee will not be allowed to play with you anymore."

That, finally caused his childish brain to listen. He nodded solemnly and promised and Alicent let out a sigh of relief. Tears welled in her eyes. She shouldn't have struck her child. That was her temper getting the better of her. She washed her face and went to check on Aegon, then she would have to check on Elaena. There was always something, and almost no time to rest.

***

Viserys had sent for Elaena so that he could admonish his daughter to be more careful. Children would be children, but trying to run down a narrow staircase ahead of a maidservant was foolish. It could have been far worse given the unfortunate circumstance where her haste had caused the servant to fall atop of her after they fell down the stairs. It was a minor miracle that somehow the maid had not been seriously injured as well.

As it was quite literally the first time, he or Alicent had ever had to discipline her, they felt her injuries were sufficient penalty. Mellos had said outside of the small bruise on the arm and her sprained ankle she was unharmed. No sign of concussion or damage to her head.

He chose to speak with her in the room where he had the model of Old Valeria. A knock on the door announced Ser Erryk Cargyll of the Kingsguard, or maybe Ser Arryk, he never could tell them apart. He was carrying Elaena who's featured were placid but he could tell she was annoyed at being carried.

"Thank you, ser, I can find a seat myself," she said with a hint of ice in her courtesies.

She hopped over to a chair and sat down.

"Thank you, ser," Viserys said and gestured to wait outside.

After the Kingsguard left, Viserys stood up and circled the large diorama.

"The Valyrian capital was built into a volcano, much like Dragonstone. The dragonlords, the highest of the nobility, lived here, closest to the source of their magic and power," he said as gestured toward the central part of miniature city his stonemasons had carved based on his instructions.

Elaena looked at it with appreciation.

"The detail is very fine, and you have draconic figures as well."

"Ah, you noticed. I am quite proud of them. This entire civilization was once the seat of power that was unrivaled in the world. And yet, one day it was gone in a blink of an eye. The stonemasons did fine work, they were careful, and exacting in their efforts. They were not careless, had they been there would be flaws and the impressive site before you would be diminished."

"Yes, father. I know I erred. I promise to me far more careful in the future."

"You know it was not just yourself you injured?"

She cocked her head, "I understood that Marya was not hurt in the fall."

Viserys shook his head, "The Maester said she has no serious injury, but that does not mean she did not feel pain from the fall. Not only that, but the panic and terror of falling and fear she would be punished for your injury would weigh heavily on her. Many nobles feel the servants are beneath their notice and that their lives are unimportant, this is not true. They are, of course, less important, but they are what allows us to live our lives."

"Yes, father."

"I know you meant the girl, what was her name again?"

"Marya."

"Ah yes, I know you didn't mean Marya any harm, but negligence is an evil, if lesser than maliciousness. In the future I expect you to be more careful and not to rush about needlessly."

"I will not."

"Good, now are you in pain? I can have the Maester prepare you a small dose of dreamwine to help you sleep if it hurts."

"That will not be necessary, it is not burdensome and I will sleep just fine. I would also suggest that outside of severe situations dreamwine or something strong such as milk of the poppy should not be given to children."

Viserys smiled at his little daughter's audacity. "I believe the Grand Maester knows best, but of course if it is not needed you do not have to take it."

His daughter nodded again.

"Tell me, Elaena, are you excited for the tournament?"

Her blue eyes looked to be considering something before answering. "I am pleased to attend and represent the family, father. Some of the event's appeal to me, and I hope that there are no serious injuries or death. I enjoy the entertainment provided greatly, the juggling of knives and fire eating I find quite fascinating."

The tournament was to be a grand event, with higher than usual prizes. It was to be a twin celebration of Rhaenyra's marriage to Laenor as well as his fifth wedding anniversary to his Alicent. By combining the two celebration he could unify his family and hopefully end the divisiveness that had overcome his house lately.

"Excellent. Excellent. Even though you erred, I am proud of you today. I heard you even apologized to the maidservant and kept an even bearing when you were examined. You did not speak ill of her or reject what I have told you in this conversation. Throughout life mistakes will be made, it is how we respond and react to them that determines whether we repeat them or not. You are a credit to the name Targaryen and I love you, Elaena."

She smiled. "You have my love as well, father. Thank you for the kind words, I do try to represent the family as best I can."

Viserys dismissed her and sat back looking at the diorama. He saw another section that could use some tweaks. The entire area on the eastern side could also be expanded. What he had spoken to his daughter was true, she had comported herself very well after the fall. Now if only Rhaenyra could be more like her younger sister!

A few minutes later his wife, Alicent, joined him. She looked lovely as always, but had a concerned look on her face.

"How did it go?" She asked.

He embraced her. "I told you I wasn't going to be too hard on her. She's a dutiful child, and listened intently."

Alicent looked at him searchingly and then nodded. "Yes, she is."

Failninjaninja · Friday at 5:05 AM

Chapter 3

"But if you're going to play the game, you have to give it all you got." -From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 4

Rhaenyra had been married the day before. The bedding ritual, where she and Laenor were stripped of their clothes and hauled to their bedchambers by the feast goers had been amusing. It had been an even more wonderful night when Ser Harwin Strong had made his appearance. Laenor had slipped to the join with Ser Joffrey Lonmouth for his own pleasures.

There would be seven days of feasting and then one of the grandest tournaments the realm had seen in some time. It was a pity it was not just for her wedding. Her father had thought it a splendid idea to combine his anniversary celebration and Rhaenyra's wedding feast in one grand fête of unity.

It was emblematic of her father's inability to perceive just how wretched his wife was. Rhaenyra loved her father, but more and more she was becoming frustrated with how blind he was to Alicent's ambitions. Rhaenyra was the Lady of Dragonstone now, she could move there with Laenor, but there were reasons to stay in King's Landing. Among those reasons was her adorable little sister. She would hate to see Alicent get her claws fully into Elaena without her around.

Elaena joined them for breakfast, taking a seat with Ser Laenor, Ser Harwin, and Ser Joffrey. The food was well prepared and the conversation was naturally less ribald than their typical ones with the inclusion of her young sister. Rhaenyra had no complaints; they were all satiated and exhausted from the previous night's activities.

"Will you be taking part in the tourney in a few days?" Elaena asked.

All three nodded. Ser Harwin and Ser Laenor would participate in the jousting, while Ser Joffrey intended to join the grand melee.

"Ser Joffrey, I understand you fought alongside my good-brother Laenor in the Stepstones."

"I did, princess. Although, for the most part, he fought with Seasmoke raining down fire on our foes. Him and that beautiful dragon of his saved us all more than once."

Rhaenyra watched with amusement as Elaena put Joffrey and Laenor to the question about the conflict. The tactics, the major players in the war, why the commanders chose to do what they did. Elaena was like a sponge, no doubt after their meal was over, she would be the foremost expert on the Stepstones conflict.

"Speaking of dragons," Rhaenyra interrupted, having heard enough talk of warfare, "how did it go with father?"

Elaena looked down for a moment. "Sadly, father said six was still too young. I did secure a promise that I would be allowed to try when I am seven, assuming my High Valarian is excellent and Viktoriya shows she can obey commands."

Joffrey titled in his head in surprise. "You've already had your sixth name day?"

Laenor kicked him under the table and then asked Elaena in that ancient language, "And can you speak tongue the well?"

"I believe it is; 'And can you speak the tongue well', and yes, I can," she responded in perfect High Valarian.

Rhaenyra chuckled. "My husband, you'll soon discover Elaena knows it better than even the Dragonkeepers."

Ser Harwin swallowed a mouthful of pigeon pie, then asked, "Well then, what of your dragon? Does it obey your commands."

"Yes, Viktoriya is responsive. She often predicts what I will ask of her before I even give the command. I am very fortunate to have her."

Ser Joffrey raised a cup, "A toast then, to the next dragonrider!"

Laenor raised his cup and smiled at his lover, prompting the others to do so as well. Elaena thanked them and the meal proceeded. Rhaenyra was content. Harwin Strong was everything she dreamed of in a man. Her husband had no issues with her dalliances, if she had no issues with his, which she did not. It had even been amusing to watch the two. Joffrey was a glib and witty man who was enjoyable company. When she became Queen, she would ensure places of honor and importance for them all.

***

Alicent wore green to the opening feast. The dress fit her well, and the weight from her pregnancy had already fallen off. Sometimes, she wished she would have been given the opportunity to be wooed by the great lords and knights of the realm like Rhaenyra had been during her tour. Men still looked at Alicent with lust, but none dared to flirt, not when her husband was the King.

Alicent sat next to the King, and her brother Ser Gwayne Hightower sat at her side. It was a place of honor for a relatively minor noble of standing, but her brother was fresh to King's Landing and she wished for her family to be honored. Viserys had agreed that he could be made an officer in the City Watch, and this would be his first major tournament as a knight.

Aemond was with the maidservants and not at the feast. He was too young, and few would want to listen to an infant's wails. Alicent had considered excluding Aegon for similar reasons, but Elaena had agreed to watch over him and Helaena. Alicent still felt some guilt over her being blamed for what Aegon did, but she had not truly been harmed. As an unexpected boon, Aegon had been more behaved as of late. Perhaps a firmer hand had been needed.

Rhaenyra entered the feast in a dress of black and red that drew every eye. No expense had been spared; it was cut in the Essosi style, adorned with sewn-in gems. Nephrite and rubies glittered from it, and she wore more wealth upon her than many houses could boast.

Of course, she had to show me up on our joint celebration.

Rhaenyra never could stand not being the center of attention. Her husband raised a glass and complimented his daughter.

"The next Queen of the Seven Kingdoms!"

Alicent struggled to keep a grimace from her features. Viserys did not understand what that meant for the children she had borne him. They would have no future, and he was too blind to see it.

Gwayne whispered to her, "It catches the eye, but it draws it away from her and to itself. When they look at her, they see wealth. When they look at you, they see you."

Alicent's brother had always known how to cheer her up, and he was right. The talk was of the dress, not of Rhaenyra. The feast was lavish, Viserys had spared no expense for this grand celebration. Mushrooms, kissed with garlic and bathed in butter had a unique taste, but Alicent felt it too rich. Viserys could not get enough of the Essosi dish and had three more plates served to him personally. Alicent hoped that at least if he stuffed himself, he would not wish to claim his marital rights tonight. The thought of his breath after so much garlic and mushrooms began to nauseate her.

Appearances had to be kept and she put on a dutiful smile and raised her glass to the various toasts. Many a knight boasted that they would win the joust or the melee. She hoped Gwayne did well, beyond that she hoped those closest to Rhaenyra went down in ignoble defeat. Ser Laenor, Ser Harwin, Ser Joffrey, and Ser Loreth were all ones she would be cheering against.

Alicent nibbled at the sweetbread and had a helping of the chestnut soup. She did not enjoy the feeling of overindulging, so she was careful. Her father had always told her that a lady was expected to keep a good figure, even after childbirth. It was only in their dotage when a husband's ardor was useless that one could cease being vigilant. She spied Laenor feed morsel after morsel to Rhaenyra. There was no moderation in what she did, just like her father.

She sighed and Viserys glanced at her.

"What is the matter, my love?"

"I am afraid something I have eaten did not agree with me, if you will excuse me."

He patted her hand with greasy fingers, "Go then, I'll have a Maester check on you later."

She kissed him on the cheek and hurried away.

***

Rhaenyra enjoyed tournaments. Some of her memories of her fondest events were soured, thanks to that ingrate Ser Criston. He had taken her maidenhead, she was glad to give it up, and yet that had not been enough for him. The fool had wanted to take her to Essos, as if her destiny was not to be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. In some sense it was starry-eyed, like in a song, but it wasn't reality. He had not taken her rejection well, even when she told him they could fuck whenever they liked!

Seeing Ser Criston and her uncle Daemon fight in the past had been an immense pleasure, and now the memory caused her bitterness. Fortunately, she had found someone better than Ser Criston. Ser Harwin Strong, and he was strong. Yet, he could also be exceedingly gentle. Her greatest fear when she learned she was forced to get married to Laenor was losing her Strong lover. She was not pious by nature, but she did thank the Gods for Laenor.

Ser Laenor jousted well, but he would not be a finalist. He made a respectable showing, however and in no way brought shame on their union. He was overthrown by Ser Arryk, losing to a Kingsguard was expected. Ser Harwin however, was a contender. His massive size and skill at arms put down four knights, including Ser Willis Fell of the Kingsguard.

Unfortunately, he ended up matched against Ser Criston. They broke four lances against each other before Ser Criston moved his lance, just so, to avoid her lover's shield and sent him spinning into the dirt. The fall and the placement of the lance left him groaning in the dirt. Irritation turned to worry when he did not rise. Squires came and lifted him on a stretcher, Rhaenyra hurried out of the stands to see how he was doing. Along the way she saw her sister get up and follow her.

She arrived as the Maester was viewing the wound.

"The elbow and your collarbone are in poor shape, ser. You will be fighting in no tourneys for many moons, but with as young and as hearty as you are, you will not suffer lifelong impairments."

Rhaenyra breathed a sigh of relief. Ser Harwin grunted and asked for milk of the poppy which was given to him as he was taken away to be properly cared for.

"It sounds like he will be well in time, sister," Elaena comforted. "I'm sure father can assign another sworn shield to you in the interim."

Rhaenyra pulled her sister into a short embrace, and they returned to the stands together. The jousts continued and the damnable Ser Criston ended up winning the entire tournament. He then compounded his vileness by giving the victory laurel and title of "Queen of Love and Beauty" to Alicent.

"Who better than the woman who has won our King's heart?" His voice had bellowed out and the crowd watching had lavished their praise on the white knight of the Kingsguard honoring his Queen in such a manner.

It was time for the grand melee and Rhaenyra enjoyed this event most of all. Here was unrestrained violence, chaos, and fierce battle. Rhaenyra knew from the stories that tournaments under her father's reign were less bloody and deadly than those in the past. Ever was Viserys seeking harmony among his subjects, which meant that he disliked needless death and crippling injury. Still, melees were events of great chaos, anything could happen, and that was exciting to her.

Most of the Kingsguard did not participate. Ser Criston did and he wielded his morningstar to great effect. Two knights had already fallen and she watched as he avoided three others and called out a challenge to Ser Joffrey.

Joffrey turned and faced him and they battled back and forth for several moments. Laenor's hand gripped hers. Her husband had cast off his armor and returned the stands after his lost bout. Ser Criston proved to be the better and his morningstar lashed out and caught Ser Joffrey on the helm. Laenor's lover fell to ground, his blade dropping from his hand, knocked senseless from the blow. Ser Criston did not stop, he raised his morningstar again and smashed it down on Joffrey's helm, cracking his helmet with the force behind the blow.

"STOP!" Laenor shouted over the melee.

Ser Criston went to strike again, but thought better of it and returned to fight the remaining competitors. As the fighting moved away from the still form of the noble from House Lonmouth, squires rushed in and pulled him from the field. A chill passed through Rhaenyra as she saw Alicent stare down impassively at the fighting.

She won't gloat openly, but this was her doing!

Rage filled her. This was a tournament in honor of her royal marriage. That despicable woman would do anything she could to hurt her and hers. Rhaenyra would talk to her father about this. The act of Ser Criston brought shame to the very notion of gallant knighthood. She would see him stripped of his cloak over this!

***

Laenor paced outside the infirmary. He had insisted the Grand Maester himself see to Ser Joffrey. He was the groom and now the Prince Consort, and he would use that position to ensure his Joffrey got the very best care in the realm.

Mellos exited and look at him.

"Ser, I did what I could. Head wounds are notoriously difficult to aid. I give direct counsel to all. If he wakes, he may survive, but I do not think he will."

Laenor let out a sob and pushed past the Maester and knelt at Joffrey's bedside. He lifted his hand, kissed it, and held it tight. It was inconceivable; Joffrey had survived the worst fighting on the Stepstones, only to fall in a tournament. A tournament held in his honor!

The door opened and he did not care who saw him in this state. He would honor Joffrey with his tears and his vigil, the realm be damned. It was the princess. Little Elaena looked at him and walked to the other side of the bed.

"I take it the Maester did not deliver welcome news."

Laenor shook his head.

The girl took Joffrey's other hand in hers.

"I've read of the bond that forms when soldiers fight together. A bard once wrote, 'For he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother.'"

The words were apt, but the six-year-old child had missed her mark. Laenor did not correct her and instead just held Joffrey's hand.

"May I sit with you? I did not know Ser Joffrey long, but he was kind to share his stories of battle with me."

"Yes," he croaked out. Part of him wanted to be alone with Joffrey, but the thought of another person who was fond of him staying by his side also seemed right.

It must have been an hour before anyone else entered the room. It was his mother, Rhaenys. She looked at him with a frown, and then glanced at Elaena.

"Princess Elaena, I did not expect to find you here."

"I worried over Ser Joffrey. He had told me all sorts of fascinating stories of his time fighting in the recent wars to the south. I also wished to keep my good-brother company."

Laenor was half paying attention. Was Joffrey's breathing becoming better? Did his eyelid flutter, or was that his imagination.

"How kind of you, princess. Would you mind if I spoke with my son alone?"

Elaena swayed when she stood up.

"Careful," Rhaenys said and took Elaena's arm.

"Thank you, I think seeing the injuries up close may have upset my stomach. Please excuse me."

Laenor heard the door close.

"I am sorry my son, I know you were… close. If there is aught I can do, please let me know."

"No mother, not unless you can prevent his death."

"If I could, you know I would. I understand this is difficult, and I know you wish to stay in vigil over him. But you must make an appearance at the post-tournament feast. This is your wedding the realm celebrates."

"No."

"Laenor…"

"I will not leave him."

His mother gave him a hard glance. Before she could say anything else, a soft groan rose from Joffrey, and his eye lids fluttered. He was stirring!

"Fetch the Maester mother, I think he is beginning to wake!"

***

Ser Criston guarded the Queen's chamber. It had been a day since the tournament. His King had chided him for his 'overzealous' strike on Ser Joffrey. Criston had felt shame for lying to his King, but he had told Viserys that he had thought Ser Joffrey was still able to fight. The King had told him to be more careful in the future, but there had been no punishment. From the Queen he learned Rhaenyra had tried to have him removed from the Kingsguard.

He hated her. She had tempted him and showed him how weak the flesh was. He was a man of honor. A man who took his vows seriously. Or so he thought. Her tight body had won over his integrity. He had deflowered the King's daughter, and later still, he had offered to betray the King's trust once more by stealing away in the night with Rhaenyra. Only she had refused him. Bitterness had filled his soul, and he knew he was knave of the worst kind, and it had all been for naught.

Criston had been prepared to confess all to the King, but in the end, it was the Queen who saved him. He had unburdened himself with Alicent. She had told him that while he had erred, he still had a duty, and that duty could not be fulfilled with his execution. It would not even have harmed the harlot heir, as the King allowed her to get away with anything. Alicent knew the King's heart better than any.

Ser Joffrey had ended up living. He had been gravely wounded and his speech was slurred. For that, Ser Criston felt no guilt. The man made a mockery of his knightly vows and devotion to the Seven. Criston knew in some ways he was as bad as the sword-swallower for what he had done with the princess, but he at least planned to devote his life to making amends. He doubted a deviant like Joffrey would ever commit to the same.

Nearly silent footsteps came from around the bend of the hall. Despite his thoughts, he had not let his attention falter for a moment. The cadence could only be that of the princess, the younger one. Ser Criston was familiar with Elaena. One could not be unfamiliar with any of the King's family given the Kingsguard's role. She was a dutiful child who made Queen Alicent's life significantly easier. Little Aegon's tantrums were already a thing of legend, but Elaena was able to calm him better than even his mother.

"Princess," he bowed as he went to open the door.

"A moment of your time, please, Ser Criston."

Elaena was unfailingly polite and courteous, but she had never spoken overlong with him.

"Of course," he replied.

"I am upset with your actions in the tournament. My sister's wedding feast was quite ruined as my good-brother spent it away from her side."

He grew a bit uncomfortable, not quite sure how to respond to a child bringing this issue up with him.

"I was too forceful in the melee, and I have apologized to the King for it. Yet, Ser Laenor should have attended the feast. It is unseemly for him to be that… distracted."

The little princess tilted her head slightly. "Ser, I don't think you would understand the relationship Laenor and Joffrey have, it is no easy thing to attend a celebration when someone so dear to his heart lay potentially mortally wounded."

Now Criston was even more discomfited. Had Rhaenyra told her sister about Laenor's perversions? And mayhap even have gone so far as to excuse it. Fresh disgust welled within him, though none of this was the fault of a girl of, what, nearly five? He recalled she had recently had a name day celebration, but could not remember her age.

"Whatever their relationship is, he had a duty."

"As do you, ser. You should call on my good-brother and Ser Joffrey and apologize for the accident. The longer you delay the less understanding they will view the incident."

He scoffed, and then his finely honed instincts sent a surge of adrenaline through his body. He felt as if he was in mortal danger. His eyes flickered to the right and to the left, but he saw nothing. His attention turned back to Elaena whose eyes were staring up at his own. There was a weight to that gaze. Criston recalled the last time he saw Syrax land bearing Rhaenyra, after their argument. The dragon had stared at him, and just now, he felt the same sense of peril.

Ser Criston had not let his body's alertness unman him then and he would not do so now. He was a knight of the Kingsguard. He opened his mouth to speak, but could not think of what he wished to say.

Her gaze broke away and she let out a tsk.

"You should apologize, but I will not press the issue. I know the real reason for your frustrations, and you have my sympathies. It isn't easy, but it will get better as time passes. But in regards to my request, I ask you to remember it is not Ser Joffrey's fault either! Again, do as you will, I will see my mother now."

Ser Criston felt his face heat up in shame. That vile whore had spoke of his shame to a child? How many knew of his dishonor? He didn't trust himself to speak and merely opened the door to allow Elaena in. Hot rage suffused his being; he was mortified.

The princess did have a point, as vile as Ser Joffrey was, those actions had nothing do with him. It was Rhaenyra who had sullied him, no one else. It was Rhaenyra who now dragged his name through the muck. No, it was not Ser Joffrey's fault, perhaps an apology was owed.

***

The Queen had to weigh in and help Ser Criston keep his cloak. Fortuitously, it was within the realm of possibility that Ser Criston had merely been overeager in the melee. She was a bit annoyed with what he had done. There was only so many things she could cajole out of Viserys, especially when his daughter made demands. Make too many pleas and he would grow irate, it was a fine balance that needed to be maintained, and she had expended goodwill on his cloak remaining affixed to him.

She heard the door open and saw Elaena enter. Yesterday, the poor girl had come back from the tournament grounds and immediately went to sleep. The excitement of the tournament, followed by such a serious injury had no doubt been hard for the girl to endure. Alicent knew that in many ways she was quite delicate, her soft-spoken daughter of the heart hid behind an advanced manner of speech and a royal mien, but she was still a child.

"Are you feeling better, Elaena?"

"Yes, mother, I am. I apologize for not caring for Aegon yesterday evening, I'll make sure to accompany him for the rest of today."

Alicent made a dismissive gesture. "I'll hear none of that, Elaena. You take responsibility for your siblings far more than most would. Do not feel any sort of guilt if you must rest yourself."

Elaena smiled, "Thank you, mother. I do have a suggestion. Even with my help, Aegon is often noisy and it drives our guards to frustration. If Ser Criston was not always acting as your sworn shield and around Aegon, I suspect he would never have let his anger get the better of him."

Alicent considered, she knew that was not the reason for Cole's actions, but no doubt being around Aegon was an annoyance. It certainly was for her. She felt guilty at that thought, but it was true. He was getting better, but slowly. Thankfully her babe, Aemond, seemed less difficult. At least at this early juncture of his childhood.

"I will speak with Ser Harrold; you have some good ideas, Elaena."

Ser Harrold Westerling was Lord Commander of the Kingsguard and a man who took his duty quite seriously. Speaking to him and suggesting a more active rotation in the Kingsguard guarding her would likely be accepted. It felt good to act on something Elaena suggested. The Seven knew Elaena had probably single-handedly saved her from madness. An extreme thought, and not accurate, likely if Elaena had not proven so helpful with Aegon she would have forced the poor maids to deal with him even more. Still, she was very grateful.

"Thank you, mother. I wanted to ask you if we could make regular visits to places like the Street of Steel and some of the independent merchants for gifts. I am coming to the age where I feel it is appropriate to give family members tokens of appreciation and presents on their name days."

Alicent had not thought about it at all. Viserys gave gifts freely and frequently, and of course on her name days lords and ladies currying favor would occasionally provide gifts to her, but it was infrequent. It was rarely done for children to give adults something, but it was clear to see little Elaena was not a normal child.

"We would have to arrange it with the Kingsguard and the City Watch. I'm sure Viserys will not mind providing coin, assuming it is within reason."

"Thank you, and I will not be wasteful. I also see value in being a patron to the hardworking entrepreneurs of the city. I find matters of coin and trade fascinating, but tomes and scrolls can only tell me so much. I want to see the process in person."

The Queen was warming up to the idea. It would be fun. As a young girl in Oldtown, before she came to King's Landing, the rare times she had been allowed to go shopping for her own jewels had been enjoyable. There was something pleasant about simply browsing wares and in deciding for herself what she had wanted.

"Let me talk to your father and Ser Harrold. We will find a time soon."

They would also want the City Watch nearby. That would be a good opportunity to spend time with Gwayne too. They talked at length about the shops Elaena wished to peruse. Her daughter had a significant breadth of interest. Ranging from weaponry, art, books, cloaks, and even mundane items like saddles that could be ornately designed as unique gift.

"I'm not sure we can visit all those places in a single day."

"Oh, I know. I hoped this could be a regularly occurrence. Perhaps once a fortnight."

That might be a bit much, Alicent thought, but they could see how the first excursion went.

Failninjaninja · Friday at 6:16 AM

Special Thanks to @MARch_Of_Time for proofreading this!

Chapter 4:

"I don't want to do anything that would make me look inept, and though taxes are a sort of evil, I'd like to atone for it by using the funds in a meaningful way." - From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 2

Viserys smiled at his daughter as she regaled him with her tales of her shopping with Alicent. It gave him no little joy to know that Alicent and Elaena were close. With the advantage of hindsight, it was clear that marrying Alicent so quickly was the correct decision. It allowed Elaena to have a mother in her life.

Now, if only Rhaenyra and Alicent could cease bickering with each other.

"Then we purchased a most interesting type of leather. The merchant claimed it was specially made in Yi Ti, but I have my doubts. I plan on taking it to a leatherworker and have it made into new riding gloves for Rhaenyra."

"That would be a fine gift!"

"It really was fascinating to make these purchases. I want to learn more about how trade works in the Seven Kingdoms. Might it be possible for you to arrange a meeting with Lord Beesbury, your Master of Coin, so that I can learn a bit more hands on how taxation and tariffs work?"

Viserys was well accustomed to the eager curiosity that Elaena so often displayed. Their now daily walks were the perfect thing to clear his mind before a busy day of ruling, small council meetings, discussions with various lords seeking favors, and feasting. It was rare for him to miss these now, and only when there was some urgent matter to deal with.

"I shall speak with him. Lyman is a busy man, but I will make sure he makes time for you soon."

"Thank you, father. I am sure I will learn much from him."

They had incorporated going up stairs lately as they walked, a task that still winded him somewhat, but was becoming easier. He caught his breath after going up a set and then inquired upon how her siblings were doing.

"Aegon is learning his letters and will soon be able to read on his own."

The King's eyebrows rose. "So quickly? Mellos had reported his early lessons had not gone well."

Elaena gave a small shrug. "Perhaps he listens to me more, since I know him better. I've found the key is to burn off his excess energy before putting books in front of him."

Maesters were the ones who taught children, and Aegon would still be taught by them, but there was no hurry. If the troublesome boy started with a strong level of literacy, all the better. He once again felt himself inclined toward a match between Elaena and Aegon. As his daughter had said sometime ago, there truly was no hurry. Elaena was six and Aegon's fifth name day celebration would be soon. They would need to wait at least seven or eight years to get married, if that is what he ended up choosing to do.

"Helaena and Aemond are healthy and growing, too early to start on their letters, of course."

Viserys nodded; that was good. He would check on them himself, every now and then. He would also ask his wife how they were, but Elaena spent so much time with her siblings, she was the best person to ask. Alicent boasted on how caring and reliable her daughter was and how Viserys should be proud of her. The unspoken condemnation of Rhaenyra always hung heavy in the air, but he ignored it.

The walk ended and Elaena gave her customary embrace. He took in a deep breath as she returned to the Royal Apartments. Viserys felt invigorated, ready to tackle the day. There was trouble between Dorne and the Stormlands, again, and they would have to navigate tricky waters. The last thing the realm needed was open conflict, and he was determined to prevent it. Above almost all else, Viserys wished for peace.

***

Rhaenyra had missed her moon's blood for a second time. She was also having issues with nausea. It could be nothing else, she was pregnant. This was both a joyous and worrisome occasion for her. Joyous because it was expected of her as heir to produce children. If ill fortune had made her barren, it was likely that not even her father's edict would allow her to inherit. It was worrisome because Laenor had not been in King's Landing for some time. And it was also terrifying, due to what had happened to Aemma.

Ser Joffrey had been taken to Laenor's home in Driftmark. The blows to the head he had received have very nearly been fatal. The Grand Maester had been amazed that Joffrey had woken up at all. As it was, the man was not the same when he had awoken. His personality was intact, but he was less coordinated and his speech had an odd slur to it. Laenor had written that the speech had improved, but that Joffrey still needed care and taking him to court would not be helpful. Her husband was loath to leave Joffrey alone, and so he had remained on Driftmark.

Rhaenyra needed to keep the pregnancy hidden for now and visit Driftmark quickly. She left word with a servant to tell the King that she wanted to visit her husband and then headed for the Dragonpit. The pit itself was a huge domed construction that housed multiple dragons. As she neared, she saw Elaena working with Viktoriya in the courtyard of the structure under the careful guidance of the Dragonkeepers. The silver scaled dragon almost shone in the sunlight.

Viktoriya was given commands in High Valyrian and she adhered to them all. When Elaena told her to fly, she launched herself into the air with an easy grace. The dragon was growing nicely and she would already be able to bear the weight of Elaena. It was absurd that her father was making her wait.

"Hello, sister," Elaena greeted her. "Come to fly on Syrax?"

"I am, but I intend to go to Driftmark and visit Laenor."

"How long will you be gone?"

That was a good question. "I'm not sure, but at least a few days."

Elaena nodded, "Safe travels then, please give my regards to my good-brother and his family."

Rhaenyra ruffled her little sister's hair and then walked past her into the Dragonpit and brought out Syrax. Her yellow scales were hardening as she grew in age. Dragons grew more powerful the older they became. When they are younger it was possible for a heavy crossbow to pierce their scales, but not so for Syrax. Now it would take a scorpion firing a large bolt to pierce her defenses. Arrows and crossbow-fired bolts could still harm her dragon, of course. The eyes and the wings were vulnerable, and in battle, so was she while riding Syrax.

She mounted her dragon and ensured the chains were secure and then took off for Driftmark. The journey to Driftmark would take but a few hours on Syrax. Despite her anxieties, she felt alive while flying. The roar of the wind and the spectacular view took her mind off her troubles. Soon she landed at Driftmark and was quickly greeted by Lord Corlys Velaryon. This was her good-father and one of the most powerful nobles in the Seven Kingdoms. House Velaryon had an impressive navy, and his ships did much trade with Essos.

"Princess, we were not expecting you."

"Forgive me, but I wished to see my husband, there is no cause for alarm."

He bowed and led her into the castle of High Tide, his seat of power. There he had the servants begin preparation for a welcoming feast, and then he showed her to her husband.

After making sure they were alone she shared the news.

"Laenor, I'm with child."

He blinked. "That is good, my parents and Viserys will be happy."

"We haven't been seen together in some time; we have to fix that."

Laenor looked away and then back to her. "I see the issue; you've been seen here now at least. I will visit King's Landing myself in a few days."

"How is Joffrey?"

Laenor exhaled heavily. "He is getting better, but it is slow. His speech has almost returned to the way it was previously, but physically… some things just are not improving. He is a knight, and he cannot fight, either in war or in a tournament. It is hard for him."

She nodded her in sympathy. It must be wretched to not be able to do what you loved. Had someone told her she could never fly Syrax again, she too would be distraught. However much she sympathized, Rhaenyra still needed Leanor to be by her side as often as possible.

"You know that it will not just be one visit. We will need to be seen together more frequently, and not just here in Driftmark, but in King's Landing. How will it appear if you are away while your wife is bearing your child?"

Laenor gave a frustrated groan and ran his hands through his hair.

"I know, I know! I will go to King's Landing and I will play my part. But I will be back to Driftmark regularly. I cannot abandon him."

It will have to do… for now.

***

Viserys greeted the council members who had assembled. His Hand was Lord Lyonel Strong. A good and honorable mountain of a man. His Master of Ships was Ser Tyland Lannister. Viserys had offered Corlys his post back as part of the nuptial agreement between their children, but he had declined. Ser Tyland was not nearly as useful as the Sea Snake had been, but he was competent and knew enough about nautical matters to advise. His Master of Coin was Lyman Beesbury. He had kept the royal treasury full and ensured the realm's finances ran smoothly. His Master of Laws was Lord Jaspar Wylde, a stern man who took his duties seriously. Grand Maester Mellos rounded out his small council.

He met with the council regularly. Today was different, as Lyman had an issue to bring before King and council.

"Your Grace, my lords, I had been asked to show the princess how the treasury was run and she proved to be most inquisitive."

That sounded like Elaena.

"So much so, that I had to spend several days addressing her concerns."

Viserys frowned, he had thought they would just meet for an hour or two. If Elaena was distracting Lyman from his work, he should have come to him personally, not brought this up in the small council.

"To my shame, there were several discrepancies that had been overlooked. As I investigated, I uncovered several culprits who worked under me that had been stealing from the treasury."

Lord Wylde narrowed his gaze, "What was done with these miscreants?"

"They have been arrested; it will be up to the King to decide what to do with them."

"How much was stolen?" Lord Strong asked.

"We are still determining that. It appears to be several thousand gold dragons over the years. They misused my trust and spent the coin on various vices. It is a fantastically large sum for individuals; however, it has done little to dent our coffers."

"We should mount their heads on the walls of the Red Keep to send a message against any other would-be thieves," declared Lord Wylde.

The Grand Maester nodded in agreement, "The sum that was stolen warrants such a fate."

Viserys leaned back. "I dislike this talk of mounting heads. Have them show us how they were able to commit this sort of act under your nose, so we can prevent it in the future. If they are cooperative, they can join the Night's Watch. Should they refuse, then they will be executed."

"We already know how, Your Grace. The princess was able to uncover exactly just how they altered the ledgers to get away with it. I leave the King's justice to you and Lord Wylde, but there is a proposal I would present to stop this from happening in the future. And not just for the royal treasury, but across Westeros."

Viserys motioned for him to continue.

"The idea requires three parts. The first is that we begin doing our bookkeeping differently. What we do today is when coin is added to the treasury from taxation we mark it in the ledger. In the future we would mark it within the ledger upon receipt, but then also mark it in a separate ledger for the royal treasury. The princess coined the term 'double-entry bookkeeping.' The usage of it will make it more difficult to defraud the treasury."

Ser Tyland looked at the Master of Coin, "Rhaenyra came up with this?"

Viserys glanced at the Lannister nobleman with annoyance. He didn't have to sound so incredulous about his eldest daughter doing something like this. She hadn't, but still…

"Forgive me, Tyland, it was the Princess Elaena."

That surprised the lords assembled, with some exchanging disbelieving looks.

"Continue please Lyman, you mentioned three parts," Viserys commanded.

"Yes, the second part is that for all physical transactions where gold and silver are exchanged, there must always be a second witness who validates the transaction. The Bank of Braavos uses a similar mechanism. Depending on what is being accepted, we do have multiple individuals already who are part of the exchange, but there is no requirement that their names be recorded. Maesters, knights, and nobles could be the witness for it and be recorded as ratifying what exchange took place within the royal treasury."

Tyland frowned, "That seems burdensome for your work."

"Not really, we already have several knights who guard the vaults. The purpose of this, is that any sort of theft and deceit that takes place will require multiple individuals to work in concert, further reducing its feasibility."

The small council digested the idea, and then Lord Beesbury continued.

"The third step is to have the great lords of the realm keep track of their tax calculations with similar record keeping, which will be audited by the King's men on a random basis to ensure that everyone is following the rules."

Tyland outright laughed. "That's absurd. The Paramount lords of the Seven Kingdoms would never agree to such a thing."

"Our Master of Ships has spoken," Viserys commented, "what say the rest of you?"

Lord Strong was noncommittal, Grand Maester Mellos was opposed, but Lord Wylde thought it good.

"Prior to accepting the honor of being Master of Laws, I oversaw House Wylde's finances as its lord. What Lord Beesbury suggests is not overly onerous. The dual ledgers and having an individual put their name as a witness is a paltry price to pay to avoid thieves and traitors from denying the King his due," Lord Wylde said firmly.

Viserys disliked when his council was divided on matters. It was much easier when most were all in agreement on an issue.

Mellos urged that by passing this sort of edict, they would be challenging the honor of the realm. Ser Tyland agreed readily with him, stating that his own brother, the Lord of Casterly Rock, would take great offense to this sort of heavy-handed lawmaking.

"Why are we even listening to ideas brought forth from a child? I'm surprised at you Lord Beesbury, your laxness in keeping the treasury secure is foul enough, by why compound your foolishness by giving credence to a child's fancy."

Lyman stood up, outraged, and Viserys called for order.

"Ser Tyland, that was uncharitable of you. I have not made any decision yet, but you will treat the other members of this council with respect."

"Yes, Your Grace," was Tyland's response as he bowed his head.

Viserys called an end to the council meeting and asked Lyman to stay behind.

"My daughter's curiosity turned out useful then. I had not expected all of this when I asked for you to meet with her."

"Your Grace, your daughter has a natural grasp for mathematics and understands how the underlying concepts that govern trade within Westeros function. I did not bring all before the small council. By examining the historical accounts and our estimation of trade, she made a list of houses that she suspected of shorting the crown in taxation."

Viserys was shocked at that, just how much time had his daughter worked on this?

"Who is on that list?"

Lyman took out parchment and handed it over. There were several houses listed, and majority were either within The Reach or the Westerlands. It included the Lannisters and the Hightowers.

"Is there proof of this?"

Lyman shook his head. "No, it is only suspicion based on the amount of trade being reported and the amount of taxation provided. Princess Elaena believes it would be difficult to prove with certainty that outright shorting has taken place without a confession. However, by implementing these changes, it will make it far more difficult for this sort of fraud to take place in the future. Additionally, she believes those houses who likely have cheated in the past, will suddenly find more coin for the treasury, even without us formally laying down an accusation to them directly."

Viserys recalled how firm Tyland was in his opposition of the changes. He frowned. Damn him, it was a powerful indication that the Lannisters had been shortchanging the crown. His irritation was tinged with true delight over what Elaena had accomplished. He had always known the last gift he received from Aemma was special, but he had not known just how special. He resolved to approve the changes Lyman and Elaena had brought forward. There would be much to talk of in the morning on their next walk.

***

Alicent almost began to weep when she realized she was pregnant again. She was doing her duty, but did it have to be so often? This would be her fourth child in six years. Pregnancies were always fraught with peril and pain. Her back would ache, the contents of her stomach would rest uneasy for months, and then she would have to face the birthing bed. She could only pray that delivering this child would as easy as Aemond had been.

The children she had already borne were doing well. Aegon had finally calmed down and was doing much better. At… everything. His tantrums were a thing of the past. He played energetically, but no longer without control. The Maester said he was advanced for his age in his letters. She knew she had Elaena to thank for it.

With Aegon turning into a proper prince, she could broach the subject of the succession. Viserys had even complimented Aegon and spent time watching him play, a rare occurrence for Viserys. When her father, Otto, was in King's Landing he had instructed to leave the matter of convincing Viserys to him. But he was back in Oldtown, dismissed for his persistence. If it wasn't her, who could speak up for Aegon's rights?

That evening when Viserys was done with his duties he joined her for dinner. There were more age lines on his face, and while he was still rotund, he had lost some of his weight. He would never be as handsome to look at as his brother, but she supposed things could be worse. It just… just wasn't what she dreamed of when she was a girl.

"My love, I have good news. I am bearing another child."

Viserys smiled at her. "That is wonderful. Do you think it will be a boy or a girl?"

"I don't know, but whichever would please you best, I will pray for."

"Ah, any child is a blessing. I just hope they are healthy, and you as well for the birth."

It needn't be said why he added the last. Aemma would always loom large over their marriage, his first love who had so cruelly lost her life while bringing Elaena into the world. Alicent took a deep breath and then plunged ahead. "I have pleased you then?"

"Yes, of course."

"It is ever my aim to do so. If I have, I would l like to bring up ensuring Aegon's birthright."

"His birthright?"

"He is your eldest son."

Viserys set down his cup and gave her a hard look.

"Don't."

She wished she didn't have to. She wished her children's future was not in jeopardy.

"I must, Viserys, you are flying in the face of all tradition and precedent. He is your son; he is destined to rule the Seven Kingdoms. Rhaenyra is unfit, she is undisciplined, and selfish. Why insist on keeping her as heir?"

Viserys slammed his fist down on the table.

"The matter of succession is closed. Even if she was unfit, which she is not, that would still not make Aegon King. Elaena is older than Aegon."

Alicent paused. She was on less sure footing here. Elaena was everything Rhaenyra was not. She was considerate, kind, dutiful, and intelligent.

"I will not speak ill of Elaena. She would be better than Rhaenyra, however that too does not matter. The lords will not follow a woman. We will have rebellion after rebellion and your precious peace will not outlive you for long."

Viserys stood up, anger etched upon his features.

"I've lost my appetite. The lords have all sworn their obeisance to Rhaenyra. They will hold to their oaths, and your attempts to sow fear will not sway me."

With those words he stalked out of the room and Alicent bowed her head with grief. She had tried, but he would not see. What was she to do? What more could she do? She never denied him his marital rights, she bore his children, she guarded his secrets, and fulfilled her duties as Queen. Would nothing ever be good enough?

She had just disobeyed her father's advice, but who else could she turn to? Ser Criston was a confidant, but he was a warrior, not someone who knew Viserys as she did or the intrigues of court. Alicent would write to her father and ask for guidance. Otto Hightower had served as Hand for many years. Yet he had also failed to convince Viserys. Her outlook was bleak, but it was the only thing she could think of.

***

Viserys was eager to see his daughter fly on her dragon. Elaena had patiently waited for over a year. Alicent had tried to argue again that she was too young and too fragile to handle a dragon, but he had overruled her. He had promised Elaena and the Dragonkeepers said the bond between the two was ironclad.

Alicent's pregnancy was far along now and it would only be a couple more moons before she birthed again. Even more exciting, he was soon to be a grandsire. Rhaenyra was with child as well. It was a momentous time for House Targaryen.

Their coffers were now even more robust thanks to Elaena and Lyman. There had been protests and angry denouncements from a variety of lords. When Viserys made clear he would be firm on this, their tune changed. Mellos could barely keep up with the ravens that descend on King's Landing. So many lords had suddenly discovered theft, embezzlement, and other financial chicanery. Those jackals fell over themselves to make restitution, men were beheaded, hung, maimed, or sent to the Wall by the scores before it was all said and done.

Without any wars the Seven Kingdoms finances had always been more than sufficient, but with this sudden increase they had the delightful problem of determining what to do with it. Elaena suggested giving half of it back to the lords who pass the 'audit' and had not been cheating the crowd. The rest could be used to improve infrastructure in King's Landing and the roads of the Seven Kingdoms.

Others on the small council suggested expanding the royal fleet so they were not as dependent on House Velaryon. His Hand thought it should go to reinforcing the Dornish Marches. Raiding had begun on and off again in the Stormlands. Viserys thought that would be too antagonistic. It wasn't as if Dorne could invade the Seven Kingdoms successfully. They had proven thorns in the side of Aegon the Conqueror, but only by trickery, stealth, and subterfuge. Lord Wylde wanted to expand the confessors and bring the King's Justice far and wide.

Elaena's suggestion was likely best, but Viserys was sensitive to the need to balance scales and not deny his advisors proposals outright. A wise King was one who listened to others and looked for a way that everyone can be happy.

Much of his family was with him as they watched Elaena saddle Viktoriya. Despite her pregnancy, Rhaenyra was the one next to Elaena, ensuring the chains were secure. Alicent had brought Aegon and little Helaena. His wife looked terrified and held both of her children's hands tightly.

"Don't worry. She can fly," little Helaena told her in an ethereal sounding voice.

Beyond his children and wife, Laenor and his sister Laena were there to observe as well. Mighty Vhagar, the biggest dragon alive, was there in King's Landing for the first time in years. She had bonded with Laena several years ago. Vhagar was one of the dragons that helped subdue Westeros during Aegon's Conquest. She dwarfed the other dragons in the Dragonpit, and seeing her massive form was always awe inspiring.

Rhaenyra backed away and Elaena's voice rose up, firm and high as she commanded her dragon to fly. The silver scaled dragon took two steps and then launched itself in the air. She flapped her wings and Elaena gave a cry of joy as the dragon began circling and rising higher.

"Ah, you see, my wife? She is perfectly safe and has full command over her dragon. Elaena was born to ride dragons; it is in her blood."

Alicent gave a shaky nod and gave a prayer of thanksgiving to the Seven. Elaena flew for several minutes and then descended. The landing was smooth and did not jar Elaena who undid the chains and hopped down. She spoke again and Viktoriya flew back int the sky.

That was odd, and so Viserys approached and after congratulating his daughter, asked her why she hadn't bidden the dragon return to its lair in the pit.

"She wished to fly longer; I could sense it. She will return in the morning."

Viserys had bonded with Balerion, and knew that one could sense desires and wants from the dragon. His time with the Black Dread was short due to his advanced age, and he had died less than a year after being claimed. This level of specificity was rare though, and he hoped his daughter understood that dragons were not like regular beasts. Viktoriya could get into much mischief. Once bonded a dragon would always return, but it wasn't unheard of for one to disappear for weeks on end. That was why most dragons were housed in the Dragonpit when not in use.

"I hope that is true; she is still quite young. But, how was it? Were there any difficulties?"

"No, father. It was delightful, I intend to ride Viktoriya as frequently as I can. Being in the air is such a liberating experience. Thank you for allowing me to fly her."

The King was pleased he had made his daughter happy. The way she viewed things was a stark difference between her and Rhaenyra. If Rhaenyra had been held back from flying, she would no doubt have said something to the effect of 'It felt good to finally be able to fly.' Perhaps, he was being uncharitable, but Rhaenyra had a saucy tongue that was often inappropriate.

"Of course, you are a Targaryen, this is your birthright."

"May I also visit places like Dragonstone and Driftmark if I am not needed for other activities?"

"You are a bit young to go off on your own, but you may join your sister when she flies there. Or if another rider wishes to escort you." His Velaryon kin, Laenor, Rhaenys, and Laena could be trusted to care for his daughter as well.

"I understand, thank you, father," she replied with a smile on her face.

Viserys turned back to the tasks for the day as the others approached Elaena and congratulated her on her first successful flight as a dragonrider.

Failninjaninja · Friday at 8:04 PM

Special Thanks to @MARch_Of_Time for proofreading!

Chapter 5

"If they are able to believe in the future, humans all have the wonderful potential to build a bright, peaceful tomorrow. Humans are irreplaceable; we're all unique." -From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 2

Rhaenyra felt the child coming. It was around the proper time, but she had hoped for every day of delay possible. She was hurried to the care of the Grand Maester and her family informed.

"Princess Rhaenyra, it is unfortunate the babe is coming early. I want you to prepare yourself for the worst." Maester Mellos cautioned her.

The man irritated her. He had been unable to save her mother, had told them Joffrey was likely to die, and yet he had not. Now that birth was upon her, she cursed the fact she had not spent time seeing if there were other Maesters better versed in childbirth and healing in general.

Ser Harwin was outside her door; his heavy stride could be heard as he paced back and forth. Laenor was by her side. During her pregnancy he had but rarely gone to visit Joffrey. He was determined to play his part in the charade and he had admirably done so.

A painful contraction ripped through her. The pain was terrible; was she dying, or was this normal? She clutched Laenor's hand.

"Is there something wrong?" She asked when she caught her breath.

"Not that we can tell yet, princess, these things can take time. One of my predecessors wrote that he helped deliver a babe over 34 hours after the birthing process had begun."

Rhaenyra wanted to scream. Why would the Maester think that sort of news would be welcome to hear?

The door opened and her sister came in. Elaena nodded to those in the room. "Grand Maester, good-brother, sister."

Rhaenyra smiled. She was glad her sister was here. Elaena went to the opposite side of the bed and took Rhaenyra's other hand in a reassuring grip.

"Careful, your sister has quite the grip," Laenor warned Elaena, half jesting.

Rhaenyra laughed and released Laenor's hand, only to swat him and then grabbed it again. The jest had lightened her mood and even the pain was receding. Another contraction was felt, but the earlier sharp agony seemed so much lesser now that she was surrounded by her loved ones. She wished Harwin could be in the room, but that was a bridge too far in her mind. A sworn shield guarding her door was proper, the same man inside the birthing room, unheard of.

Her labors continued, her father visited and spoke with the Grand Maester briefly before kissing her brow and told her she was doing well. Viserys looked terrified, so what had Mellos told him? In either case he did not stay overlong.

Several hours later, she managed to push out her son. The boy gave a hearty cry. He was a large babe with dark hair already crowning his head.

"I had expected the babe to be underdeveloped and tiny. Are you sure about the length of your pregnancy?" The Maester asked.

"Who can say? My husband oft visited for a nightly tryst, even as he spent time with his family in Driftmark," Rhaenyra warily replied. "Is he healthy?"

"Yes, the boy is. Have you selected a name?"

"Jacaerys," Laenor announced.

Her sister, Elaena was staring at Jacaerys and then back at her, then at Laenor. A frown marred her otherwise precious features. Rhaenyra knew her sister was intelligent, would she guess? She knew Elaena would never betray her, but it would be best if she never voiced her suspicions at all.

"Would you like to hold him?"

Elaena demurred, and Rhaenyra gave her child over to its 'father.' Laenor doted on him and was smiling broadly when Viserys came in.

"Ah fortune smiles upon our house! Overly worrisome Maesters will send me to an early grave. I am so happy that you and your child are well." He turned to Laenor, "May I?"

"Of course, Your Grace," Laenor replied and handed Jacaerys to the King.

"Look at him, he's going to be a strapping lad. Oh, ho, that Baratheon blood from your grandmother has made a showing, Laenor."

Rhaenyra watched her husband give an uncomfortable smile and a nod. Viserys held Jacaerys and rocked him.

"One day, you will rule Westeros, you Jacaerys, will be the King."

Rhaenyra was relieved after having given birth and at her father's reaction. He had even just reaffirmed her place as heir, though he had never wavered, it was always good to hear it again. Eventually Viserys gave the babe back and left her, as did the Maesters. Elaena congratulated her and then asked to speak with Laenor outside regarding a question about Seasmoke. Only then did Ser Harwin come in.

They embraced and Harwin took his son in his arms. Rhaenyra loved Harwin, yet she wished Jacaerys did not take after him quite so much.

"My little Jace, the future Protector of the Realm," Harwin rumbled.

Rhaenyra's heart melted at the bestowed shortening of Jacaerys. She closed her eyes and allowed weary exhaustion to send her to sleep.

***

Laenor rubbed his hand as he walked out of the birthing room. He had not been quite as worried as the Maester had been since he was in on the lie about when Jacaerys had been conceived. Childbirth was not easy, and it was fraught with peril. Rhaenyra was not his love like Joffrey, but he did care a great deal for her.

Elaena had continued to walk.

"I shouldn't go too far, what was your question?"

"Just a bit further," the tiny Targaryen princess replied.

They turned a corner and then went into a sitting room. Laenor was starting to get confused when Elaena rounded on him.

"Are you two idiots?"

Laenor's jaw dropped in surprise. Elaena was never anything but respectful.

"What do you mean?"

She rolled her eyes. "The child is not your flesh and blood; do you realize how insane this is?"

Laenor stood up straighter. "You are making a dangerous accusation."

"Of course it is dangerous! That is my whole problem. How could you allow this to happen?"

Laenor was feeling quite awkward and wasn't sure how to respond. He knew he shouldn't say the truth, but what could he say?

"I know not what you mean."

"Oh, for pity's sake. I thought you two were smarter than this. Her son is too large for your timetable to make any sense. And no, you didn't have nighttime trysts, or whatever that fragile claim Rhaenyra made to the Maester was. Seasmoke is a dragon, they make noise, they are seen when they come to King's Landing. I know not all marriages are done for love, but you must make sure you father the child."

"Elaena, this is not something we should be talking about. You are making assumptions that should not be repeated."

Elaena scowled at him, an expression he had never seen on her face.

"Play the fool if you'd like, but there will be trouble over this. Fortunately, father only sees what he wishes to see. Make sure the next child is yours Laenor. I am fond of you both and do not wish either of you to suffer."

"Elaena…" but he didn't know what to say. Elaena walked out of the room and Laenor was left with a foreboding sense of unease. If even a child could see it, what hope did they have to convince the realm? He went back to Rhaenyra and saw Harwin holding Jacaerys.

"We have a problem, Harwin."

"What is it?"

"Some already suspect I am not the father."

Harwin frowned. "The jackals will yip, but there is no proof. We are careful, and it isn't as if any child must look after both parents. There is little in Alicent in her children. Remain strong and do not falter."

Laenor laughed, and Harwin looked puzzled or a moment and then laughed. "Damn you, I'm used to it from Rhaenyra, and now you are doing it! Not every usage of the word is an intentional play upon my name!"

"Do you truly think all will be well?"

Harwin nodded firmly. "I do. Viserys has ever supported Rhaenyra. Worry not for court gossip. My father is the Hand, Rhaenyra's father is the King, your father is the Sea Snake and the head of the wealthiest house in Westeros. Our position is secure as long we remain… steadfast."

The two laughed, and Laenor felt significantly better.

***

Alicent had seen the babe and knew instantly that Rhaenyra had birthed a bastard. It was a violation of her sacred duty as a wife. Yet there she went, not caring one whit for proper decent behavior. What was worse, is that all seemed to go along with the lie. Someone even said that the shape of his eyes looked like Laenor's! Absurd on all counts.

After seeing Rhaenyra's spawn, she knew she had to confront Viserys. This was too much even for Rhaenyra. There had to be a line somewhere on proper behavior for a princess.

She found Viserys working on his diorama. He looked happy and for a moment she felt a pang of doubt. If he refused to see what was before him, he would be wroth. And yet, if he did see what was plain, he would be heartbroken. She soldiered on and approached her husband.

"Viserys, we must speak."

"What is it, my love?"

"What do you intend to do about the man who defiled your daughter? Will he take the Black or will he be executed?"

Viserys looked physically taken aback as he recoiled from his close viewing of Old Valyria.

"Defiled!? How? What do you mean? Has someone touched Helaena?"

"No, she's safe. I speak of Ser Harwin Strong. It is clear to all, that he lay with Rhaenyra and that Jacaerys is his, not Laenor's.

Viserys stalked forward around the table to confront her.

"What madness are you speaking? Ser Harwin is her sworn protector and an honorable knight; he would never do such a thing. Nor would my daughter stay silent over something like this."

"Viserys! You have seen the product of their illicit union. The entire court is talking about it. The hair, the coloring, the size, it is Harwin's. Even the timing… Rhaenyra claimed she was pregnant after me and yet I am still weeks away. Laenor was on –"

"ENOUGH!"

Alicent's mouth clicked shut.

"You accuse my daughter and one of the finest knights of the realm of vileness beyond words. Have you evidence? Do you know of every time they lay with each other? Is this another attempt at addressing the succession? I have had enough of this Alicent, do you hear me? Enough!"

Alicent felt afraid, Viserys was furious.

"It won't just be me, the servants, maids, guards, and nobles will all talk of it. How could they not?"

Viserys grabbed her by the shoulders. "I said enough! You will not speak of this again. Do you wish for me to set you aside? I have honored you as my queen, but know this, I will always love and hold Rhaenyra and Elaena above you. They are the lasting and last gifts my Aemma gave me."

Alicent gave a cry and a sob and turned away. She had known, had always known, but to hear him say it tore at her heart. She made it to the stairs when Viserys called to her.

"Wait, Alicent, that was not honorable of me. I care for you; I just want us to be a unified family."

Alicent paused as her body wracked with sobs. Why was this so hard for her? Viserys was a duty, he was not a man she dreamt of. Why was his disregard so utterly devastating.

She turned toward Viserys. "May I go, Your Grace."

He sighed and then Alicent felt pain grip her.

"Viserys… the babe."

The King's face was etched in horror and guilt.

"Summon the Maester! Guards, servants! Anyone, fetch him swiftly."

Alicent felt sick. Was their argument the cause of her premature labor? Was her babe about to die, because she could not let Rhaenyra's deceit go? She prayed to the Seven that it was not so. Her father would be furious and blame her. Would the King dismiss her after all? Worry, pain, grief and outright terror tightened around her like a vice.

It was a blur. Dimly she knew at one point she was carried and taken to another room. Pain filled her and she begged the Maester to save her child. It wasn't the babe's fault. Her mind clung to that, even as she realized the child she had not wanted to have, was suddenly of utmost importance.

There was nothing for it, the baby was coming; it was early and that meant survival was unlikely. Alicent saw her daughter of the heart enter the birthing room. Her comforting touch immediately dispelled some of the agony and anxiety she was in.

She pushed when the Maester instructed, she pushed, and she prayed.

***

Viserys was angry at Alicent, at himself, and at the lickspittles and backbiters who plagued his rule. The only reason he was not having the confessors drag his entire court to the question, consequences be damned, is that Mellos had informed him that his son, Daeron had survived his premature birth, as had Alicent.

He was wrong to shame his wife so thoroughly, the stress of the argument had almost led to disastrous consequences. Guilt gnawed at him. Alicent should not have kept pressing, but she had been with child, and all knew that clouded the mind. It made expectant mothers feel more fiercely, he had no such excuse.

The Maesters told him the babe had come out blue and nearly had not started to breathe on its own. When it did, it was shallow. They could do little but hope and Alicent was weak from the delivery, barely conscious; she had no strength even to hold little Daeron. When Viserys had entered, Alicent lay asleep but breathing, and Elaena was cradling the child. Viserys had never seen Elaena so worn. It was as if she hadn't slept for a week and her body was trembling. He almost feared she would drop the tiny bundle. The poor girl was always so worried when Alicent or Rhaenyra was in the birthing bed. It shamed him that he himself could not stay in the room for very long, memories of what happened to Aemma were too fierce when his wife or daughter lay in the same position.

He had taken little Daeron from her. The Maester returned with a wetnurse and the fragile thing had immediately latched on. Mellos was surprised and had muttered something about the unexpected hardiness of the Targaryen blood. The Grand Maester was beginning to develop a reputation for pessimism. He had told Elaena to get some rest and that they would tell her if anything happened to her mother or brother. Her voice had warbled a bit, but she went.

"There will be no more of this," Viserys told his small council. "There will be no more slanders and putrid rumors about my family. There will be two edicts passed. The first, any who claim that my daughter's children are baseborn will have their tongues removed. Secondly, due to the vicious barbs against my heir, I will also have an egg placed in Jacaerys's cradle. Its hatching will be proof that his blood is true Targaryen."

Sensing his mood, there was little pushback.

"A wise decision," Grand Maester Mellos intoned.

"Good." Lyonel spoke firmly.

"I will carry out your will, Your Grace; slander and insinuations against the crown should always be punished." Jaspar Wylde, his Mater of Laws seemed to almost look forward to having someone to question over it.

Only Ser Tyland seemed unsure, as he looked about the table in bewilderment.

"Your Grace… I don't quite understand the second edict. Regardless of the father," he paused and put his hands up in a placating gesture when he saw the King's glare, "ah, never mind, Your Grace, just an idle thought."

Viserys looked at him for several more uncomfortable, nerve-racking moments, before turning away.

"Since there are no further objections, Lord Strong, have the announcement made and have the Dragonkeepers select an egg for Jacaerys."

"At once, Your Grace."

Viserys stalked out of the room. Guilt still weighed heavily on him, and he went to go see Alicent. It had been nearly two days and only now did he trust himself to approach her. He found her reclining on bed with the tiny babe in her arms.

"How is he?"

Alicent looked up at him, her hazel eyes watery when their gazes met. She lowered them slowly and replied, "The Grand Maester Mellos has said we are very fortunate. When Daeron came out, he was sure there was no hope. But he is a fighter, he will live."

Viserys tentatively moved closer. He reached out and touched Alicent.

"I am sorry. I was too forceful in your delicate condition. I was angry and spoke with a harshness that you do not deserve. Alicent, my love, make no mistake, I will never set aside Rhaenyra. Do not ask it of me again, and do not bring these slanders to me."

Alicent nodded shallowly and focused her attention on Daeron.

The King let out a sigh and stood up. His wife would need time to forgive him. He could buy her some jewels, she seemed fond of the color green lately.

Some emeralds maybe? I could also let her name the new flagship of the Royal Fleet.

He would think of something, and she would come around. Soon the words and acrimonious argument would be a distant memory.

***

After the birth of Daeron, Alicent returned to her concerns with Jacaerys. He was obviously a bastard. Viserys passing laws and commands to mutilate people who saw the truth and spoke it plainly was a dark day for Westeros. Placing an egg in the bastard's cradle was a gamble, and Alicent had eagerly instructed the allies she had to predict that the dragon egg would not hatch.

Much to her disappointment it had. Meanwhile, Viserys was contrite and sought to buy her favor with gifts, as if a threat to her children could be ignored in favor of shiny baubles. She accepted them, and feigned forgiveness, but she would never forget those hateful words. Despite her vast frustration with him, Alicent still did not wish him ill. His heart had been given to another long before she came to court, and how could one compete with the dead? Being openly resentful to him over it would not secure Aegon's future. That was what truly mattered, and so she played the forgiving and dutiful wife.

As she thought that, her oldest son chose to make an appearance. He had a serious look on his face, or as serious as a five-year-old can get, as he approached.

"Hello, mother. I have a request."

Ah, what a change a year or two can make.

In the past Aegon would just scream his demands. This was far better.

"I want a dragon. If baby Jace gets one, I want one too."

Alicent shook her head. He was far too young to go the Dragonpit and claim a dragon. She could talk to Viserys about getting an egg for him, but from what she understood, non-cradle hatchlings did not always bond with the person near them. Moreover, if it failed to hatch… the implications of Jacaerys having his egg hatch, but her son's not being able to would not be good.

"When you are older, Aegon."

He took a breath and even though he had not had a meltdown in months she braced herself.

"I should have a dragon. Here is my rash… rasha.. rashin… uh, here is, I mean, here are my reasons."

He held up one chubby finger. "One, I am older than Jace and he has a dragon."

He put up a second finger. "Two, I am bigger than Elaena, and she has a dragon."

He put up a third finger. "Three, I am a Targaryen, we ride dragons."

He put up a fourth finger, and his face scrunched up, but then he put the last finger back down.

"Those are my reasons."

Alicent smiled, that was adorable. Him attempting to mimic the way his big sister spoke was endearing.

"Come here Aegon," she said and he walked toward her. She hugged him.

"You will have a dragon, just not yet. When you are older you can pick a dragon already hatched to bond with. You can pick your dragon. Jacaerys was stuck with whatever hatched from the egg. You'll have a bigger, and stronger one. Your dragon will let you fly higher and further than his."

Aegon gave her a tentative smile. "Promise?"

"Yes, my little prince. You are the King's eldest son. You deserve nothing but the best."

"I accept your reasons-ing. Thank you for your time!"

And with that he ran off out the door. Alicent couldn't help but laugh, were all her children going to talk like Elaena? She supposed Helaena wouldn't. Her only daughter by blood was dear to her, but she was different, and Alicent wished to protect her from all the world's evil.

She had recovered in the weeks since the birth and was restless to begin shedding the weight gained from the pregnancy. Her father had said it would be her duty as the Queen to limit the time she was not fully presentable after giving birth to a child. As she left her room, Ser Criston walked by her side.

"Are you feeling better, my Queen?"

"Yes, I am ser, thank you for inquiring. What is the news from court?"

"The hatching of the dragon egg was unfortunate. It is difficult to say who truly believes Rhaenyra's offspring is Laenor's and who is cowed by the King's proclamation. Regardless of their legitimacy, or obviously lack of, the eldest son of the King should inherit. All of your 'greens' are in agreement to that, and a dragon egg hatching will not undo their view"

Alicent nodded, that was good.

They walked in silence for some time, and then saw Rhaenyra walking with Ser Harwin.

How bold she is, talking and laughing with him! That is not a relationship between guard and princess!

Ser Harwin pointed Alicent out and Rhaenyra instantly frowned. As they approached Alicent felt a now familiar anger grow within her. The selfish heir to the throne followed her passions regardless of who it harmed.

"Good morning, Alicent, I am happy both of our early births proved to cause no lasting harm."

As if she gave birth early!

Alicent responded with a brittle smile. "Yes, that was fortunate. I have been remiss. Let me congratulate you both."

Ser Harwin frowned.

"Both?" Rhaenyra asked with an arched eyebrow.

"Oh! Forgive me, Ser Harwin and Laenor look so much alike, I oft get them confused."

Ser Criston snorted in amusement while Ser Harwin's face grew overcast.

"How droll. I will let you go about your day. I need to go see to my son, the future King of Westeros."

Alicent forced her face to remain smooth as the two walked past. When they were out of ear shot Ser Criston turned to her.

"It sickens me that if something does not change, if the realm does not see reason, a wretched bastard will one day sit on the Iron Throne," he said softly, but angrily.

"As much as it sickens you, it terrifies me that my children may not live to even see that day. Whatever affection Rhaenyra had for me has turned to loathing. I fear that the best I can hope for is that Aegon, Aemond and Daeron would be allowed to take the Black, and even that unlikely."

"I will die before your sons come to harm; I swear it."

Alicent graced him with a smile. "I believe you, ser, but even you cannot stand against dragons. Yet, despair not. My father says he has a plan."

Ser Criston bowed his head and they continued their walk. Alicent did not know what her father could do to change the succession with Viserys being so stubborn about it. But she trusted him, he knew best.

***

Rhaenyra was fully recovered from giving birth to her darling son. It melted her heart every time she and Harwin got a private moment with Jace. Harwin's already big heart had only grown with the addition of a child. The troubling rumors that were no doubt spawned by the hateful Alicent dogged them, but her father had quelled them.

Rhaenyra knew the danger had not passed. Even her own precious sister doubted the boy was Laenor's. Laenor had told her of the conversation he had with Elaena. Rhaenyra was not sure what to do about it. She had not confronted Elaena; her little sister had not brought it up directly to her. She halfway wanted to explain that they had tried. It was awkward and difficult for Laenor, but he had performed, only his seed had not quickened. Granted, they had not tried often but they had. Having that conversation with her brilliant, seven-year-old sister, did not seem appropriate.

Whatever Elaena's beliefs on the matter were, she did not speak of them to anyone as far as Rhaenyra knew. Their relationship continued to be one of mutual love and affection. Now that Rhaenyra had recuperated, it was time to fly with Elaena. It was time to race dragons.

Rhaenyra's dragon, Syrax had the advantage in size, and was a fast dragon naturally. Not as fast as Meleys, her good-mother's dragon, but undoubtedly one of the faster ones. Viktoriya was still a small dragon, despite her rather rapid growth. Had she an adult rider, it would likely have been a tad too slight to effectively carry someone. No such problems for Elaena whose sizing had her look close to five than seven.

If there was one part of her formal learning Rhaenyra truly cared for, it was dragonlore. Most concepts the Maester's taught her came easy to her, but it was dreadfully dull. Dragons, dragons were not. She had mastered the ancient tongue of High Valarian, had learned how to ride, and care for dragons, and so much more. She knew all the dragons of her family's history; Balerion, Meraxes, Dreamfyre, Silverwing, and countless others.

Their race would be to circle the city three times. They would fly up toward Dragon gate, follow the wall until the Blackwater Bay and follow it as they went around Aegon's High Hill. Flying once again over land, they would again follow the wall until they made it back to the Dragon Gate. They had taken off and had just reached the Dragon Gate, Rhaenyra was grinning as the race began.

"Fly Syrax!"

Syrax let out a draconic screech and beat her wings with greater alacrity. Rhaenyra took an early lead as she watched the smaller silver dragon try to keep up. Laughing she banked her dragon to follow the wall of the city. Rhaenyra could make out the small figures on the ground who were no doubted stopping their mundane daily tasks to gawk at the magnificent dragons soaring high above them. She waved, though she knew it was unlikely anyone could see it.

Viktoriya had not caught up and Rhaenyra basked in the joy of flying as they glided through the air above the ships in the bay. As they neared the Blackwater Rush she looked behind and saw her sister was lower to the water than she was. A brief flash of concern was replaced by the silver dragon furling its wings and gliding upward. Flying was like sailing in some aspects, wind mattered, and upward wind sometimes could give a boost.

Had she known where the rising air would be? Or was that luck?

In either case the smaller dragon had managed to close the distance and the altitude with almost no energy expended on flapping her wings. Now upon the Blackwater Rush, Elaena drew close. Almost too close.

Rhaenyra saw that Elaena and her dragon were nearly atop of her. Not wishing to chance a dangerous midair collision, she commanded Syrax with her reins to move left, only for Elaena to follow. Rhaenyra frowned, what in the seven hells was her sister doing? She wasn't moving closer, just maintaining the distance.

Rhaenyra urged Syrax to fly faster, but as her mount flew faster, so too did Viktoriya. They winged north, over the tourney grounds and flew along the wall passing the King's Gate and then the Lion Gate, Viktoriya still on her heels.

She commanded her mount more speed and Syrax let out a roar and beat her wings with a fury. Now she was pulling away and the silver dragon grew more distant. The expenditure of energy the rapid flapping by Syrax was not something that could be sustained. Dragons could fly hundreds of miles without resting, but not at their highest possible speed. Humans could walk far without resting, they could run a decent way, and unless one was very fit, only sprint short distances. Syrax was now doing the equivalent of sprinting.

With such a commanding lead, and only one lap completed, Rhaenyra slowed Syrax's headlong rush. Back over the waters and as they slowed, on came Elaena and her dragon. Once more the smaller dragon timed her dive and gliding soar perfectly, but her sister couldn't quite catch up. They concluded the second circuit of the city, and began the third. The race was on in earnest and Viktoriya was gaining once again.

Rhaenyra gave a whoop of delight; her sister was surprisingly tenacious! As they came out of the Blackwater Bay and over the Blackwater Rush, Elaena closed the distance and was once again directly behind her.

The heir to the Iron Throne urged Syrax faster and faster. Her dragon obeyed, though it wasn't quite as fast as their earlier 'sprint.' Yet, despite the increased speed, Elaena remained nearly directly behind them. As they turned the final corner around the Gate of the Gods, Viktoriya flew forward with a burst of energy above Rhaenyra.

"Go Syrax, go!"

Rhaenyra watched as the smaller silver dragon soared, half gliding in the warm air before tucking its wings close the body and then dive down toward Dragon Gate. Syrax let out another screech and flapped her wings, trying to catch up to the smaller dragon. Rhaenyra felt fear grip her as Elaena's dragon dipped dangerously low, but before she got too close to the ground, she pulled from the dive and the silver scales glistened as the crossed over the figurative finish line ahead of Syrax.

They both then descend back to the Dragonpit. Upon landing Rhaenyra embraced her sister.

"Hail to the winner!"

Elaena was smiling, not her usual polite smiles, but full-on joyful grinning. Her sister never seemed happier than when she was flying. They could have been doing this years earlier, if only Alicent had not been such an overprotective shrew. She quickly dismissed the thought; Rhaenyra was not going to allow that Hightower bitch to ruin her mood.

"Thank you, sister. That was a lot of fun."

"It was! Though I should tell you, there is plenty of sky, no need to fly directly behind me."

"Ah, well, I tried to keep a safe distance while still taking advantage of the slipstream."

"Slipstream?"

"There is reduced air pressure directly behind you as you fly. I was taking advantage of it to conserve Viktoriya's energy for the final leg."

Rhaenyra nodded in comprehension. She still had another question.

"How did you know where the upwind locations would be?"

"Upwind… that is a descriptive way to put it, but can cause confusion with the way smallfolk use the term upwind. I call them thermals, which create an updraft. They are naturally occurring due to the variance of heat, but certain areas, due to the way the land and the water meet are regularly occurring and predictable. On prior flights I had noticed a stable one over the Blackwater Bay and utilized it. I believe our dragons can sense them too, and I've watched Viktoriya make use of them when flying on her own. However, when someone is riding, I suspect they don't naturally do it out of concern for the rider and following our instructions."

Rhaenyra was impressed and more than a little shocked. She had thought she knew everything about dragons there was to know. It was humbling, but a deep well of pride over her little sister's expertise overwhelmed that feeling. She embraced her sister again and mussed her hair.

"My clever little sister! Come, let us change out our riding clothes and you can tell me more about what you've observed Viktoriya doing. I'll have the cooks make us some honey cakes. The new cook adds something rich to them, and they are truly divine."

Elaena's facial expression flickered to one of distaste, but it was gone in less than a heartbeat. Rhaenyra knew her sister liked sweet things, but maybe the new honey cake recipe was too much. Elaena would be too polite to say so, and likely just nibble. Rhaenyra would instruct the servants to also prepare a regular batch as well. Days like these were ones Rhaenyra enjoyed the most. Flying dragons, meals with her sister, and when they parted some alone time with Harwin.

Failninjaninja · Friday at 8:05 PM

Special thanks to @MARch_Of_Time for proofreading!!

Chapter 6

"There's no limit to the amount that can be invested in human capital. It's a virtue to learn whenever the opportunity presents itself. Ultimately, there's no such thing as a professional who stops learning." -From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 7

Laenor landed Seasmoke on Driftmark. He was now making the trip between the island and King's Landing regularly. Despite the rumors dying down, if for no other reason that they speakers wanted to keep their tongues, Rhaenyra insisted on him attending near every court function. The court was now seemingly divided near perfectly in two, half wore green to every event and the other half wore black, stating plainly their intended alignment. Only Viserys, Elaena, and a few others seemed to dress in any other colors these days.

His sister Laena came to greet him as he dismounted from Seasmoke.

"Ah Laenor, how are things in King's Landing?"

"Tense as ever, sister. I heard father finalized the betrothal, how are you feeling about it?"

"Mixed, the boy is still too young for us to wed, but rumor has it he's spoiled and overly pampered. Hopefully he will grow out of it, but for now, I wait."

"You do not sound discontent."

"I'm not, the son of a Sealord is quite a step down from the King of Westeros, but that was father who desired that, not me. Here I can fly Vhagar as often as I like. If I grow bored, I can fly to King's Landing and watch Rhaenyra and Alicent stare at each other like two angry cats."

Laenor laughed, as the comment was made with jest in mind instead of mocking, so he took no offense. Not that his sister could easily offend him; they had always been close.

"I'm off to see Joffrey, but we can go flying together later, if you wish. I'm not expected back for two days."

Laena agreed and Laenor went to find Joffrey.

His lover greeted him affectionally.

"I've missed you."

"And I you," Laenor responded.

Joffrey let out a heavy sigh. "You shouldn't, I'm a useless cripple now. I'm not sure why you insist on staying with me. My right hand has almost no strength and my right leg trembles at random. I'm no longer fit to be a knight, and the Maester says that he doubts it will improve."

Laenor scowled. "Don't speak like that. It wasn't so long ago, you had difficulty with your words sounding correct, and now no one can tell there was any problem. Even if you never recover, so what? We were meant to be together, your ability to fight in a tourney or at war is not why I desired you."

"So, what am I to do? Eat and drink and sit around doing nothing?"

Laenor considered. "Master-at-arms. You can train the next generation of swordsmen."

"When I can't even hold a sword properly? A poor jest."

"I'm serious. You always had a keen eye for sizing up an opponent's fighting style. You can instruct the young ones, oversee their training, and teach them of knightly duty and honor. You'll train Jace when he's older and you can advise me, and Rhaenyra, on matters of war."

Joffrey considered and slowly nodded. "I suppose I could do that." He looked at Laenor, "Is this pity or do you truly wish for me to stay because you want us to remain together? If it is the former; I will leave, there will be no sourness in our parting. I will understand."

"I will not leave you! It is not pity, but love. Cease asking, before I begin to doubt your own feelings for me."

Joffrey gave him a passionate look, and soon showed Laenor the depths of his feelings. The two days passed quickly. Laenor dined with his parents, flew with his sister, and loved Joffrey. His return trips to King's Landing were always bittersweet. He enjoyed the company of Rhaenyra and Ser Harwin. He enjoyed racing Seasmoke against Syrax and Viktoriya. He enjoyed the finest wines and delicate morsels, but he also hated so much about being there. Constantly being on guard, having to watch every word he spoke, and of course seeing the man who deliberately maimed Joffrey on a near daily basis frustrated him to no end.

Upon landing he sought out Rhaenyra. She was feeding Jace and welcomed him home; the boy was growing larger at a rapid pace. No doubt by adulthood he would be taller than his half-brothers. After catching up Rhaenyra broached the subject that both pleased and alarmed him.

"We've tried again, and you've done your best, but I still need to bear more children. I also miss Harwin pleasing me in that manner; the substitutes are enjoyable, but the time has come for us to put this failed attempt behind us."

Laenor nodded. A large part of him preferred it this way. Oddly enough, it was Elaena's angry expression that came to mind. She would be rather wroth with him if Rhaenyra's second child looked like Harwin's again. That was a minor issue, the bigger one is the danger to Rhaenyra, her child, and future children, as well as himself. He recalled Ser Harwin's words; they did have the power. It could be argued that the Hand was the most powerful position in the realm, next to the King. With the King, the Hand, and the wealthiest noble, Laenor's father, all supporting them, what hope did their enemies have to delegitimize Jace and any of Rhaenyra's future children?

"That works for me Rhaenyra. I know you need me here often, but King's Landing has not suited my taste lately. You are the Lady of Dragonstone, perhaps we could spend more time there? I'd like to make Joffrey the new Master-at-arms and we could still be seen in public and I can be close to Joffrey more often."

Rhaenyra pursed her lips, considering. "We can do so sparingly. I dislike leaving Alicent here to cause mischief in my absence."

Laenor would be content with that, for now.

***

Viserys glanced at Elaena as they walked. She was growing up fast, even if she stayed diminutive in stature. He recalled her early distaste for the proposed match with her and Aegon. Now another match was being considered.

"Elaena, I spoke with your sister yesterday."

"Oh?"

"Yes, she wanted me to consider matching you with Jacaerys. And a few months prior Alicent wished me to consider a match with Aegon."

Elaena did not falter in her stride, though Viserys sensed an increase of tension in the air.

"Father, the thought still sits uneasy with me. I do not wish to wed close family. Surely a match can be found elsewhere in the Seven Kingdoms."

Viserys expected that. He could not understand why his otherwise perfect daughter was so hung up on not marrying according to the tradition of their family.

"Also, Jacaerys is seven years my junior. I would ask you to decline my sister's suggestion."

It dawned on Viserys that now both daughters had fought tooth and nail against marriages that would be good for them. Rhaenyra had been furious with him, but in the end, she had married Laenor. Viserys was well pleased with the result, a wonderful boy, and another child on the way. The two seemed happy together. And it had repaired the frayed relations with the Velaryons. Should he just set the match and end the discourse on it? In the end Elaena would get over it, just as Rhaenyra got over it.

As if sensing a decision forming, Elaena spoke up again.

"You allowed Rhaenyra to do a grand tour of the realm when she was older. And while she ended up not selecting anyone, it did allow her to learn more of the Seven Kingdoms. I enjoy learning, and books cannot teach me everything. I also would love to have the opportunity to select my own husband, within reason of course. Given the even greater importance attached to your heir's choice in lifelong partner, I would not think it wrong to give her younger sister, whose choice is less impactful to the realm's future, the same opportunity."

Viserys thought a bit about her words. He had given his eldest the choice… it would be fair to allow her the same privilege. Introducing his other daughter to the wider realm, a daughter who was brilliant and poised, would also beneficial.

"When would you begin such a tour?"

He saw Elaena concentrate, "Six and ten would be appropriate, I would be mature enough to make a rational decision."

"Given the time it takes to negotiate a betrothal contract, and plan a wedding, that may be too long of a wait."

"Would it be? Based on the texts I've read, giving birth at a young age shortly after the first coming of moon's blood leads to birthing complications. Given my family history, I would be more at ease in waiting longer and being sure I will be around to help my children grow."

Viserys tried to suppress a wince. Alicent had been there for Elaena, but she had well founded fears given what happened to Aemma. That, itself, pushed his decision.

"Very well, we will plan a tour when you are five and ten, unless you change your mind about marrying one of your family. But mind you, if you emulate Rhaenyra in this matter, I will make the choice for you."

Elaena's smile lit up her face. "Thank you, father!" She embraced him in a hug and he felt good about the decision. Making his family smile was a duty and a joy.

His daughter had another request, not related to her future marriage.

"Father, I'd like to study at the Citadel. I've asked Maester Mellos for additional tomes and texts, however there is a lengthy travel time to consider, and some works have few copies and the Maesters are loath to provide originals."

"I'm not sure about that my dear, I don't believe women study at the Citadel."

"Well," she said with a smile, "it is a good thing then that you are the King, and that your wife is a Hightower. One word from the both of you and I am sure they will have someone escort me around as I desire."

He chuckled. "It may not be as easy as that."

"It should be, and if you wish Rhaenyra to inherit, then there should be fewer barriers to women being able to accomplish things. I am not suggesting you overturn the prohibition on female Maesters, but surely the King's daughter could visit and study at the Citadel!"

She has a point.

"I will discuss it with the Grand Maester. It is quite the distance from King's Landing to Oldtown. This is something we can consider when you are older as well."

"I have a dragon, father."

"You haven't even reached your eighth name day, Elaena! I am not allowing you to fly halfway across Westeros on your lonesome."

"Very well, I can wait until I am eight, thank you father!"

He blinked. "Elaena, that isn't what I said."

She gave him a roguish smile, and for a moment she reminded him of a young Daemon, and that brought a pang of sadness that they were still at odds with each other. He missed his brother.

"Yes, but I believe you overestimate the danger. I can fly to Bitterbridge on the first day and spend the night with House Caswell. The next day, make for Highgarden and then evening with the Tyrells. I would then arrive on the third day in Oldtown. I would be in the air the entire time, or surrounded by your loyal and leal lords of the realm."

The King shook his head. No matter how advanced Elaena was for her age, this was a bit too soon.

"I'm sorry, Elaena, but not yet."

"I understand. In that case, what about allowing me to make shorter trips, such as visiting Driftmark or Dragonstone?"

Not wanting to outright refuse her twice in a row, he gave a partial agreement. She had flown with an escort many times now, so she should be able to handle going on her own for the short journey.

"You may fly alone, but only to those two locations."

Elaena looked pleased with that and they finished their walk for the day on a high note.

***

"How did Aegon do?" Alicent asked Ser Criston.

"Acceptable. He is earnest, and at times has difficulties controlling his temper. When his ire grows, he forces himself to do a type of patterned breathing that calms him."

"It works?"

"Yes, Your Grace. As far as his potential at swordsmanship, it is too early to say."

Alicent nodded. It would be good if her son grew to be someone who could win tournaments like Cole so often did. It wasn't a necessity of course; Aegon was a Targaryen, and one day he would have a dragon. Aegon himself could not wait for that day, though his arms training was serving as a good distraction.

"The princess is with child again," she told Criston.

"And this time she has been seen with Laenor, but the nature of that man means the child likely is not his."

Alicent found the whole subject distasteful, no matter how useful it was. Despite the pronouncement of Viserys, Alicent was sure to regularly make comments inferring the true nature of Jacaerys. She knew that her father was also spreading the tale outside of King's Landing, drumming up the very real concern that a bastard would one day sit the Iron Throne.

"We shall have to see."

The door opened and Elaena came in.

"Mother, Ser Criston, how do you both fare?"

"No complaints, princess," Criston said.

Alicent looked at Criston, as he always grew more wary when Elaena was around. She thought it her imagination at first, but being around the knight regularly meant she had learned much of his manner. She realized she had paused too long, as Elaena was looking at her for an answer.

"I am well, my daughter. I wanted to speak with you regarding your request to your father. It our duty as noble women to marry those who will benefit our families, not just who strikes our fancy. I will not pretend that is always an easy duty, but it is a sacrifice we make for the good of the realm."

"What is best for the realm, is not always easy to discern. I would of course consider not just physical form and personality compatibility. I intend to do a detailed cost-benefit analysis on each prospective candidate."

"Or… you could consider marrying Aegon."

Elaena was silent for a few moments, "I'm sorry mother, but I cannot view my siblings as potential marriage partners. It unsettles me greatly. If you were not married to father, I believe you would find the notion of marrying Gwayne just as troubling."

"But they are not Targaryens," Ser Criston interjected.

"No, but I cannot change the way I feel on this. I would expect you to understand better than most, Ser Criston."

Alicent was surprised, was that a comment on the vows of chastity the Kingsguard take? Why would that create embarrassment for Ser Criston? She sighed, her daughter was almost never stubborn about anything, and this of all things was where she chose to dig her heels in. Well, Elaena was young still, maybe she would change her mind. And if not, Aegon could wed Helaena. Following that Targaryen tradition in that manner had its own benefits.

"Thank you for explaining, Elaena." A thought came to her, "I take it that means you are set on not marrying anyone within your family, be it brother, cousin, or nephew?"

"That is correct, mother. Father also broached the idea of being married to Jacaerys, but it still felt wrong to me."

"He did what?" Alicent almost hissed the question.

Elaena tilted her head, "You did not know? The age difference and the familial relation made it easy to beg off. Father was kind enough to listen to my concerns and I will not have to wed him either."

Alicent gave her a fragile smile. "Yes, that's good, yes. Elaena, would you mind checking on Aemond and Helaena, I have a few other things to speak with Ser Criston on before dinner."

The young princess left them alone and Alicent whirled on Criston.

"That would have been a disaster if the two married! How is it that my husband did not see fit to tell me about this?"

Ser Criston looked at her oddly. "Your Grace… how would I know?"

Useless, if father was still the Hand, he would have my husband's ear. Seven knows I don't half the time.

Alicent had hoped that Lord Strong would make some misstep as Hand, but so far, he had not done so. The man wore black, like his son, but he was cordial with many at the court. He had a reputation for evenhandedness her father had not had. Another disappointing turn. It seemed as if every possible opportunity was cut off before it could be grasped. Sometimes she despaired and felt it was all hopeless.

"Have the maidservant bring Daeron, I wish to hold him for a time."

"Yes, Your Grace."

Daeron, her youngest child, and hopefully last child, was a delight. Only Helaena had been as sweet during the early years. Holding her babe tight, while she could, was one of the few things that allowed her fears to temporarily subside.

***

Rhaenyra was once more on the birthing bed. At her side was her sister and husband. Ser Harwin guarded the door and an actual competent Maester, a man by the name of Gerardys, was assisting with the birth. This was her second time, and things seemed to be progressing smoothly. The pain was a dull ache, bothersome, but nothing she couldn't handle. Laenor even complimented Rhaenyra on doing better at not maiming his hand.

She liked Laenor. His jests were frequent, but not too common. He approached life in much the same way she did. Damn the stringent roles that Westeros forced on them; they would live. When it came time to push, she pushed, and soon she was welcoming another boy into the world. Lucerys would be his name, or Luke for short.

Viserys came and congratulated her. He had doted upon Jace and oft said he would one day be King of the Seven Kingdoms. Luke was much like Jace in body, and when Elaena had an opportunity to hold the babe, she gave Laenor a fierce glare. Rhaenyra barely held onto the giggle that threatened to leak out as the dragonrider and warrior who had fought in several battles, shrank back from a little girl's ire.

Not all visitors were welcome. The bitch Queen Alicent had stopped by. Her green dress showcased her slim figure and emeralds danced upon wrist and throat. She looked down at the babe and then at Laenor. "Do keep trying, soon or late, you may get one who looks likes you."

Laenor's jaw clenched, but he said nothing and soon Alicent left them. As the hour grew late, they posted guards to inform them that she and her babe were resting and to turn anyone away. Only then did Ser Harwin enter and hold his son.

Rhaenyra always enjoyed seeing her sworn shield interact with his children. They had to keep it to a minimum, but these moments were too precious to miss despite the exhaustion settling in from the delivery.

"He's perfect," he rumbled.

He was. As was Jace. Harwin also deserved more time with his children. Rhaenyra wanted to remain in King's Landing to be a counterweight to Alicent's influence, but was all this worth it? She was the Lady of Dragonstone, she had two children, she could take her seat and manage it personally. Flying on dragon-back would still allow her to attend court functions, tournaments, name days, and feasts as required.

Seeing baby Luke so peaceful in Harwin's strong arms made her decision. Court intrigues be damned, she would not sacrifice the father of her children's happiness for advantage. She was the heir, and no matter how many backbiters and ne'er-do-wells Alicent gathered, it would not matter.

Ser Harwin would have to give up his position as captain of the Gold Cloaks, but she knew that would be fine. With the additional privacy of Dragonstone, they could afford to be more free and less guarded. She would miss seeing Elaena on a daily basis, but her sister was already asking for escorts so she could visit various places with Viktoriya. Dragonstone was also very close to Driftmark, which would allow her to spend more time with Laenor's sister Laena, who was a kindred spirit in many ways. Yes, this would all work out for the better.

***

Viserys had been disappointed when Rhaenyra left for Dragonstone. It was her right, of course, and Lord Lyonel had advised it was good for his heir to learn how to administer holdings personally instead of leaving it to a castellan. And yes, she would return regularly, but his two grandsons were too young for the rigors of dragon traveling, and he missed seeing them. There was something special about being a grandsire, and he delighted in holding Rhaenyra's babes over all others.

Fortunately, he still had his precious Elaena. Their daily walks were still the best way to begin his day.

"Father, I love my sister, and there are many who are utterly devoted to her. Yet, I feel at times their short-term desire to aid my sister will cause friction in the future."

Viserys was not sure what Elaena meant, so he looked at her quizzically.

"Your Hand is Lord of Harrenhal, a critical seat in the Riverlands. His son and heir has given up a position of importance to continue serving Rhaenyra as her sworn shield. While he was here in King's Landing he could do both duties reasonably well, but obviously it is impossible while on Dragonstone. While in King's Landing it was easy for him to interact with potential ladies of the court who could serve as wife and continue the Strong line."

The King faltered in a step. Elaena's words were clear and direct, but Viserys had to wonder if she had heard rumors of the bastard accusations. He didn't want to bring it up himself, but as he gave it more thought, why hadn't Ser Harwin found a bride? Men could afford to marry later as childbearing was not an issue, but if he did find a bride it would also curb the malicious stories that had spread.

"You make a good point, but Ser Harwin need not interact in court to find a match. I will speak with my Hand and inquire as to his plans. I would not want Ser Harwin to ever regret his service to my family."

Elaena smiled, "Thank you, father. On another matter, I was curious as to the future of the Stepstones. Trade has prospered once again, however now that Dorne has lent their weight to the Triarchy I hear that Uncle Daemon's forces are hard-pressed."

Viserys knew of the conflict, as his small council kept him diligently informed. Daemon fighting in the south kept him out of trouble, but as long as he wasn't outright defeated, he tied up much of the would-be pirate force of the Triarchy, allowing Velaryon-facilitated trade to continue.

"Hmm, well, our Master of Ships reports that trade is not being harmed, and I have no wish for war with Dorne. Daemon is of my house, but given his rogue nature, his actions are not considered to have my backing and blessing. This allows for peace to continue with Dorne. War is a terrible thing, Elaena, it is one of chief aims as King to not have war break out under my rule."

"A wise course in general, father, war is wasteful and so many precious resources are lost in it. Yet, trade has immense benefits. Every master of a family realizes one should not make at home what would cost him more to make than to buy. What we can import from the advanced Free Cities is a great boon, and additional markets for our steel, wines, and specific foods not grown in Essos have created an economic boom. It is not just the additional oversight of monetary matters that has led to the treasury being so robust. All this is jeopardized if the Triarchy and Dorne mange to defeat Uncle Daemon."

It was a conversation of surprises for Viserys.

"Where did you get these updates about the situation in the Stepstones?"

"When I visited Driftmark and feasted with Corlys and Rhaenys. I inquired on the state of the conflict, and Lord Velaryon indicated he would soon need to reinforce Uncle Daemon or it would go poorly."

"Ah, so he had you speak with me. The Sea Snake is a clever man."

But Elaena shook her head. "No, I doubt he would think me a vessel to communicate to you his concerns. He views me as an inquisitive child, not as a someone who considers strategy."

Viserys chuckled. Elaena's perspective of Corlys was probably true, but he wouldn't put it past the wily old legend not to know about his morning walks with his daughter.

"I suppose that is likely true. You bring this up, so I sense you have some thoughts on what should be done?"

"I believe we should respond with overwhelming force and remind the Triarchy, Dorne, and the whole world that we have dragons. Instead of having thousands of men from the Stepstones, Dorne, the Triarchy, Driftmark and more fight and die, we show with dragons and win a sharp victory."

"We?"

"Yes. Not all the dragons need to fight, but bringing them all will be a show of power and make clear the cost of continuing the dreadful conflict. Vhagar, Syrax, Seasmoke, Viktoriya, and Meleys joining Caraxes would send everyone nearby fleeing. Of course, while arrows, spears, and scorpions can lay low even a dragon, the odds are vanishingly small when having to deal with half a dozen fire breathing weapons of mass destruction."

The King's brow furrowed. "If, and it is a large if, if I wanted to do this thing, you would not be going."

"I don't have to fight, father. Just make the presence of my dragon known. The more overwhelming our perceived power, the more likely there is less fighting. You are a man of peace, so bring peace to the Stepstones! Present the closed fist of Targaryen power with the open hand of generous terms. No import tariffs for five years from the Triarchy controlled cities. Allowed safe passage for their ships through the Stepstones. A permanent envoy in your court."

Elaena could be very persuasive, and her scheme may even work, but it could also create many problems. What if Dorne and the Triarchy refused to be cowed? What if one of the dragon riders were slain? It was his kin who rode those dragons.

"I will discuss this with the small council. You have a keen mind, daughter, but even you cannot see all sides of the dilemma in the Stepstones. Rest assured my council has much experience in matters such as these."

"Of course, father."

Viserys grinned. "Any other realm sweeping suggestions you may have?"

"Now that you mention it… the Iron Bank is profitable. Have we considered the creation of a royal bank?"

He had been jesting with that comment, but his daughter's response was serious.

"Have you been talking with Lyman again?"

"I have, he enjoys our discussions. A bank has potential to create large amounts of profit, especially since there are so few of them. There are fiscal dangers in operating a bank. However, as the royal family, we limit those risks. The first principal danger is how do we enforce the collection of debts when someone is in arrears? The King's authority to call banners, send a dragon, and dispense the King's Justice limit that difficulty. The Iron Bank has likely had to spend a fortune to enforce its debt collection prowess to the point that people will regularly say, 'The Iron Bank will have its due.' We wouldn't have to."

Viserys felt a headache coming on. Banking was not something he that much of a familiarity with, it had always been his policy to run a surplus in the treasury so his reign never involved the borrowing of sums from others.

"Another layer of risk is a so-called 'bank-run' where someone's belief that their money is secure is challenged. Again, with the backing of the treasury and the years tax receipts, this should be an unlikely occurrence, and their risk much diminished. Currently lending opportunities are limited, and rates can be ruinous. Simply creating an alternative financial institution will create needed competition in the marketplace allow for lower rates, less money going to existing banks, and more wealth in the hands of the people of Westeros."

"And Lyman agrees this is a good idea?"

"He is… cautious. The creation of a royal bank will create some animosity to the crown by the existing banking institutions and they may react poorly. However!" Elaena's voice perked up a bit. "Cousin Laena is betrothed to the Sealord's son, which would create difficulties for the Iron Bank to wage any sort of economic warfare or back the crown's enemies."

His daughter had taken an active interest in how the Seven Kingdoms were managed. He felt a pang of disappointment that it was not his heir who was giving these matters the same level of examination. Viserys did not know how good either of these ideas were, but they were well thought out and considered the complex realities of governing.

"I admit, I know little of how banks operate, but I will endeavor to rectify that. You've given this much thought, Elaena, and I promise you I will consider all your suggestions seriously."

"Thank you, father, I appreciate you hearing me out."

Failninjaninja · Friday at 8:05 PM

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Chapter 7

"Even in cases of disease or injury, I'm extremely reluctant to leave my fate in the hands of a doctor." -From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 7

Alicent squeezed her eyes shut; it had happened again. She was now carrying the King's child for a fifth time. How many more could her body handle bearing into the world? She had survived four, but each time it seemed harder to recuperate her figure and energy. Each time she had to be more drastic in altering her routine to return to her proper figure, and each time she grew more and more weary.

She knew that once the babe was born, she would love him or her. All her children were growing, and even thriving. Aegon had thrown himself into swordsmanship and Ser Criston had said he had a passion for it that few could eclipse. He cautioned that he did not have, as of yet, a natural talent or impressive reflexes, but he would be better than average if he kept to his training.

Helaena always seemed to be in another world. Elaena had introduced painting and drawing and the little girl had thrived with that outlet. Some of her paintings were quite disturbing. Dragons breathing fire, a small child's head cut off, and more. Alicent liked the one of Aegon wearing a crown, and had even had it sealed in a protective layering and placed in her chambers.

Aemond was a fierce boy, but more disciplined than Aegon. He was quick to anger, but better able to control it, and was already begging to begin training with the sword as well. Little Daeron was still too young to form much of a personality, but he had learned to toddle about quicker than Aegon and Helaena.

Despite the onrush of self-pity the pregnancy had brought, Alicent was much more content now that Rhaenyra had gone off to Dragonstone. Already she had started to slowly pull influence from the Blacks still in the capital. Singers and bards were selected and told to play certain stories, the ones where black-hearted bastards committed evil. These were not new made-up stories, but ones that have lived for hundreds of years; Alicent made sure they were played often.

Her husband's small council was a mixed bag. She knew his Hand could not be swayed, so it was not even attempted. Jaspar Wylde, the Master of Laws, was quite sympathetic to the notion of Aegon inheriting. He had told her, "Boys inherit before girls, I hope Viserys comes to realize the proper course in due time."

Tyland Lannister, the Master of Ships, was also an ally. He was circumspect and was not as bold as Lord Wylde had been, but he made it clear in so many words that Aegon would be his preferred choice. The Grand Maester also hinted that he would advise the King of 'tradition and its import' but was even more vague than Tyland.

The Master of Coin, Lyman Beesbury had been a true disappointment. The man was fully loyal to Rhaenyra, despite his house's close relationship to her own. He would not even hear her out and had been borderline rude to her, as he stated he was busy with an important work.

She told Viserys about her pregnancy over dinner and her husband looked at her with happiness.

"That is wonderful! The child will be of similar age to Jace and Luke. Children being able to play together is a blessing. I still have fond memories of my adventures with Daemon, why one time…"

Alicent listened politely as he shared his tales of childhood, all the while irritated that he had not even mentioned Daeron. It was almost worse that he did not slight her intentionally, for he seemed not to notice how blatant his favor was for Rhaenyra's children, over his own with her.

"Ah, those memories, we never knew the danger were we in at times, but experiencing some of those bruises, stings, and fear was good for us. Hmm, that reminds me, perhaps I should reconsider allowing Elaena to go flying further."

Alicent did not like the sound of that. She had not yet reached her 9th name day!

"I don't know if that would be safe, you know I disapprove of her flying for the hours it takes to get to Dragonstone and Driftmark. Even if she has an escort for such a journey, what can they truly do in a dire circumstance?"

Viserys moved his head back and forth while thinking, "Yes, well maybe later. Still, she seems really enthralled with the idea of visiting Oldtown."

Alicent paused, "Oldtown? Does she wish to visit with my family there?"

"I'm sure she would, but her primary aim is to study at the Citadel for a time."

She bit her lip. She did not like the idea of extended dragon travel for her daughter in all but flesh, but it would be good to have her interact more with her family in Hightower. It had not gone missed that her daughter preferred silver, gold, and blues over black and green for her dresses. Elaena always changed the subject when Alicent tried to speak of Rhaenyra's faults. While it hurt that Elaena was not clearly favoring her, she understood. It would be like someone asking Alicent to choose between her father and her brother, she would prefer not to make the choice at all.

"She has always loved reading, more so than anyone I have ever known. Perhaps we should not deny her this."

Viserys raised an eyebrow. "Oh? That is quite a distance to travel, even by dragon."

Alicent was torn between concern for safety and in what her father would want her to do in this scenario.

"I am not a rider of dragons, you are, is it safe?"

Viserys patted her on the hand. "A Targaryen's connection with their dragon is different than the way someone cares for a horse or hound. They are still of flesh and blood, so by no means is safety ever guaranteed, but I would trust dragon-back more than I would a ship."

"In that case, let us allow her to do so. I will have my father give her a proper escort and guard while she stays in the city and visits the Citadel. Elaena has never disobeyed us, and is a model of what a good daughter should be."

The King smiled at her. "Well, this is a turnabout! I will let her know in the morning and we can begin making arrangements. I believe a moon's turning should be enough time to scratch her bookish desires. I would not wish to part from her for longer than that."

On that, they both agreed. Alicent hoped her children would not make too much of a fuss over being separated from their sister.

***

"I would have my small council advise me on two proposals. The first, sending the Targaryen dragon riders to the Stepstones and demonstrating our commitment to ensuring the safe passage of trade ships."

There was a certain amount of shock around the table. Several of his advisors looked to each other before anyone spoke.

"I cannot advise on how effective the dragons will be, nor about the potential consequences of such an action," Lyman began, "but I can say that the distraction of the pirates has led to more trade vessels reaching their destinations, without harm. It has been good for the realm."

"Piracy is a scourge, Your Grace, the more we do to eradicate it, the better." Lord Wylde replied. it seemed to Viserys that Jaspar was in ardent support of the action.

The Grand Maester shook his head, "Your Grace, ever have you been a man of peace, if you do this, it will create an escalation. Remember, it was Dorne who slew Meraxes, and we risk all-out war with them by such a course."

Tyland Lannister spoke next. "As Master of Ships I can tell you that dragons are unquestionably a nightmare for ship captains. I do not see how the Triarchy, even with Dorne, could stand against several dragons working in concert."

Surprisingly, Lord Strong was not in favor. "Your Grace, I must agree with the Grand Maester. Outside of the conflict in the Stepstones, and a few isolated incidents, we have had peace with our Dornish neighbors. If that changes the Dornish Marches will be far bloodier in a moon's turning than many years of conflict on the Stepstones."

"Then we will smash them in the field as well! It is well past time we bring those oily Dornish to heel," countered Lord Wylde.

"Would it even come to war?" Tyland asked. "It isn't as if Dorne has a hope of invading, the best they can do is raids and then hide in their sun-drenched sands."

"So too thought The Conqueror, and it cost him his sister," Mellos pointed out.

Viserys listened to his council argue with each other. It came down to whether he wished to risk a full-scale war with Drone. He chose the path of peace.

"It was a thought, but I will not risk a greater war. The possibility of losing any of our riders, means losing kin. Thank you for the robust discussion, but we will leave things in the Stepstones as they are. The second matter is the formation of a royal bank."

That also drew a variety of reactions. Mellos, Lannister, and Wylde opposed. Strong and Beesbury were in favor. Beesbury proved to be a dedicated advocate for it, and verbally sparred with the others. He sounded far more convincing than they did. In the end, it also came down to Viserys not wishing to have both suggestions made by Elaena discarded.

"We will press forward with creation of the Bank of the Dragon. In time, I am sure it will one day hold more reserves, and bring in more incomes than even the Iron Bank. Lord Beesbury will head this effort as Master of Coin. The council is dismissed, and we will meet again in two days."

As the rest were leaving Viserys asked Lyonel to remain.

"Lyonel, you, and your son have rendered good and faithful service. I of course wish for you to remain as my Hand; however, I am concerned about your legacy. Neither Harwin or Larys is married. I worry that Harwin's duty as sworn shield to my Rhaenyra is preventing him from finding a suitable wife. Have you given thought to the matter?"

"Ah, Your Grace, my son says he is not ready to settle down and raise a family, but I can address the matter again."

Viserys nodded, "See that you do, I hold no stock in gossipers and backbiting fools, but I admit it will quell certain impropriety claims if he has wed and settled into the seat, that he will one day inherit."

Lyonel looked down. "I see, yes, I will make arrangements, Your Grace."

"Thank you," Viserys said as he stood up, and then winced.

"Are you well?"

"Yes, Lyonel, just a stiffening of the joints. I'll be fine in a moment. And try not to look so put out, don't you want to be a grandsire? I tell you, little Jace and Luke are grand blessings."

Lyonel nodded and the two left the small council chamber. Viserys was already feeling better by the time he reached the room that held his diorama. He wondered if Old Valyria had banks or not. They weren't in any of the histories he read, but there were few surviving texts. Perhaps when Elaena visited the Citadel, she could check if there had been any. It didn't matter, but if they had a bank, it would be nice to know he was restoring a small something that had been lost of his ancestors' nation.

***

Rhaenyra was furious. They had barely settled in on the island, and already Alicent was moving against her.

"This is her doing! I know it. She cannot stand to see me happy, even if it hurts her own cause," she ranted.

Laenor and Harwin were doing their best to calm her. Both had listened to her rage over the news. They were on Dragonstone, but even in private rooms, shouts could be potentially be heard by serving staff. It was important not to air their dirty linens for yet more gossip to begin.

"My father only said I had to begin looking for a wife in earnest, not that I had to leave your service immediately," Harwin replied.

"And, who's to say he can't find someone… accommodating?" Laenor remarked.

Rhaenyra shook her head. Laenor had been accommodating, true, but he was a man one in a hundred. Women could be just as territorial, she knew that.

"That would be most difficult, and opens us up to further danger," Rhaenyra replied.

Harwin took her by the hand and raised hers to his lips. "Then what do you suggest? What can we do?"

She sighed, "I am unsure. Even talking with my father about this matter is perilous. I believe he does not know, nor wishes to know, so he will remain blind, unless I make it too clear."

Laenor paced beside them. "Why not just continue to be her sworn shield, find a noble lady, wed her, bed her, and put her in Harrenhal while you continue your duties on Dragonstone."

Harwin looked uncomfortable with that. "I'm not sure I would see someone used in that manner. I have another idea, though it does bring some shame."

Rhaenyra encouraged him to continue.

"What if I tell my father that I have slept with maidservants, whores, and even several dalliances with noble women I will not name, and none has produced a child. I can tell him that I did not wish to be wed knowing that nothing of that union would be fruitful. Larys children, should he ever have any, can inherit Harrenhal."

That was one an idea, Rhaenyra thought. Yet what concerned her was how much Lyonel knew. Would such a tale be believed? Worry gnawed at Rhaenyra and she once again cursed Alicent for her pettiness.

"I would not see you shamed before your father."

"I care not, I am a proven knight, held high positions, and been a dutiful son in all other ways. I love you Rhaenyra, no other."

Laenor sighed, "I still think we could try to find someone accommodating. If you marry beneath your station, say a wealthy merchant's daughter, a legitimized noble bastard girl, or a landed knight's daughter, then your pool opens considerably. Someone will be more than pleased to take the offer to wed and be the lady of a powerful and notable fortress such as Harrenhal as well as accept you being away and off with another woman."

Rhaenyra was torn. The plan to claim Harwin was incapable of fathering a child had its risks. Laenor's idea had merit, but whatever girl they found eager to rise in station, could seek to rise further by betraying him… well they didn't have to tell her everything. Either way a decision would have to be made, and soon.

***

Otto Hightower, once the Hand to two separate Kings, had been perturbed by his dismissal. Viserys was a weak King, one who rarely stood his ground. How was Otto to know that the one issue on which he would find his spine, was the one he had pressed the most? Otto knew he had pushed too hard and thus was dismissed from service and sent back to Oldtown. He was still the father of the Queen, so not all his influence was lost. Alicent was also weak, but she was obedient.

His brother scanned the missive he had received. "What's this, Otto? Princess Elaena is coming here to study at the Citadel? The girl Viserys is crediting for this damnable 'Double-Entry' book keeping?"

"She is being credited with it, and it appears she is the one who came up with the idea."

Hobert Hightower, the head of their house, scratched at his cheek. "Given her age, I thought it was but a scheme to raise her status."

Otto shook his head, "Viserys doesn't think like that. If he did, he would be looking at ways to make Rhaenyra gain admiration and respect."

Hobert guffawed, "Little chance of that happening with your rumor mongers spreading the tales of her bastard children far and wide."

Otto gave his brother a small smile. Half the realm had the rumor of Laenor being a cuckold on their lips. The heir of the Iron Throne birthing bastards was tantalizing and tawdry enough that people repeated it, even if they did not believe it to be true. The 'Realm's Delight' would find the love of the smallfolk quite the fickle thing.

"Well, what should we do about it? I've half a mind to arrange an accident. The little whelp has cost us thousands of gold dragons."

Otto felt cursed to constantly be surrounded by lesser men. What kind of idiot was his brother to even think or speak of the idea of killing the King's daughter, in their own territory!

"No, brother. That would be far too suspicious and would not solve any of our difficulties. It would also redouble the King's protection and focus on Rhaenyra if he had but one of Aemma Arryn's daughters remaining. No, we will be cordial and welcoming. There is no sense to stir up trouble."

"Bah, fine. You know the Targaryens better than I do."

He did, though his time away from capital was dulling his understanding. Alicent did not always see clearly, and the spies he had remaining were not as closely placed to certain players as he wished. Elaena herself was a bit of a mystery to him. This visit presented an excellent opportunity to rectify that.

A few days later Otto watched the silver dragon descend outside of the walls of Oldtown. He was familiar with dragons and noted immediately the grace with which the dragon landed. Otto saw Elaena speak and then the dragon took off.

"Princess Elaena, you honor us with your visit," he intoned and bowed his head as she approached.

"This here is Ormund, my nephew, heir to the lordship of Oldtown." He gestured to his other side, "And this is my eldest son, Gunthor."

The petite princess accepted their greetings with formal courtesies, but softened with a slight smile upon her face.

"A pleasure to meet you all."

"Princess, I saw your dragon fly off, is that safe?" Ormund questioned.

"Quite safe. Viktoriya is well trained. She'll hunt, but only fish and wild animals. No horses, people, or animals owned by your people."

Otto directed them through the gates of Old Town. He escorted her to the Citadel and discussed what she would be learning as they travelled.

"I have an interest in the weather of Westeros. The changing of the seasons is so ununiform, I wish to learn of the causes. I am also interested in learning more of the healing arts, especially as it pertains to childbirth."

"Oh, because of Queen Aemma, that makes sense." Ormund replied.

Otto was too disciplined to shake his head at the rather tactless way he responded. However, Elaena did not seem to take any offense.

"It is often said that the birthing bed is the woman's battlefield. It would put me at ease if I knew more of the process surrounding it, for when my time comes. Though, I should say that my good-brother Laenor's stories of battle in the Stepstones sound quite exciting. If I have time, it would be interesting to speak with the Archmaester of iron."

Gunthor chuckled, "What do Maesters know of war? I respect them for their knowledge, but I'll not trust their council in matters of warcraft until I see one with a sword in hand."

"That would be a sight to see! Can you imagine, Grand Maester Mellos charging a battlement?" Elaena jested and both of Otto's younger kin grinned in response.

She's good. We are fortunate she is not the elder.

They arrived at the Citadel and Otto gave her two guards who would be escorting her wherever she wished to go within Oldtown. There would be a formal welcoming feast on the following day, but beyond that her time was fully her own. The Maesters had mixed feelings about the whole affair, but Otto didn't care about their idiosyncrasies. The Grand Maester, the Lord of Oldtown, and the King himself had all granted approval for the princess to study and do as she wished. Being a gracious host would lay the seeds for Otto's eventual return to King's Landing, and he intended for there to be no complaints to Viserys about the treatment of his daughter.

***

Viserys sighed; if it was not one thing, it was another. Grim news from the Vale, his good-sister Rhea Royce was dead from a fall from a horse. She had deserved a better husband and a better end. It was ill news, but not what had him frustrated. Daemon had abandoned the Stepstones and flown to the Vale to claim the Royce lands. Only Jeyne Arryn, Lady Paramount of the Vale, had denied him.

The King's brother was still exiled from court, but he had sent a missive by raven demanding that Viserys step in and enforce his claim. The utter gall of the man, he had failed to do his duty as a husband, and now he wished to reap the benefits of his wife's untimely death? He had refused him, and then refused again when another raven came with Daemon asking to return to court to plead his case in person.

Daemon would certainly be angry, but he had made his bed and it was time for him to deal with it. Naturally, Viserys had expected him to return to his 'kingdom' of the Stepstones, but evidently, he had soured of the whole affair. Which led to the Sea Snake once again asking the crown to intervene, because House Velaryon was now quite outnumbered without the rest of the Seven Kingdoms willing to aid.

His distracted mood drew the attention of his wife. "Viserys, is everything well? Is your toe bothering you again?"

He waved that concern aside. His right foot's toe had turned red and bulbous, but the Grand Maester had administered a salve that reduced the swelling and decreased the pain. No, his concerns were political of nature.

"It is my brother and now Corlys. Every time I believe the realm is stable and all crises are over and done with, something else comes up. My brother has abandoned the Stepstones and upset the Vale. I have nobles to appease and now Corlys is urging me to confront the Triarchy and Dorne. Lyman is attempting to start our bank and we were counting on Laena's betrothal to the Sea Lord's son to smooth things over with the Iron Bank, and the man dies of sickness."

Alicent listened and then came around behind where he was seated and began to massage his shoulders.

"Seven preserve his soul, and I have no wish to be cheerful over the passing of another, but is this not a beneficial thing? Isn't Laena's betrothed now the Sealord?"

"No, they do things queerly in Braavos. Some sort of vote among the keyholders of the city. I'm told the young man is not even in consideration."

"I see. Does not House Velaryon command three formidable dragons? What need do they have for aid?"

Viserys frowned. "Laenor is Rhaenyra's husband and they have young children. A showing of force is one thing, but a prolonged deployment to the Stepstones would not be fair to my daughter. Rhaenys is probably capable, but is on the older side for a military campaign. Laena has the opposite problem as she is young and has never fought in war."

Alicent was quiet for a few minutes as Viserys closed his eyes and enjoyed the relieving of tension in his shoulders.

"I still feel as if this is his problem, not ours. I know how proud you are of having kept the peace during your reign, I would not see your aim dismissed over the Sea Snake's greed."

Viserys agreed. Though he also wondered what trouble his younger brother would get in now that he was not preoccupied with war. His musings were interrupted when Ser Harrold Westerling, the Lord Commander of his Kingsguard, entered. The man was past his prime, but was more solidly built than men ten years his junior.

"Your Grace, pardon the interruption, you asked to be advised when your daughter returned."

A smile bloomed on the King's face.

"Send her in after she has refreshed herself."

The Kingsguard bowed and left them. Alicent took a seat next to Viserys and had a smile on her face as well. It was one of the things he loved about Alicent, how she had taken in Aemma's last gift and raised her as her own. If only she could have kept cordial with Rhaenyra.

Elaena entered and approached the two of them exchanging hugs and assurances that she was well after her flight. Viserys still wondered at how the girl had convinced both he and Alicent of her ability to travel so far on her own. Rhaenyra and Laenor both crediting her flying prowess had lent weight, but still, in hindsight he had worried quite a bit until a raven had come from Oldtown.

"How was your adventure?" Alicent asked.

"Quite productive. I did not learn about any banking history in Old Valyria, but did have a text copied that described some of the buildings. From my memory of your model, father, there may be some minor alterations for you to make. Beyond that, I studied the healing arts as well as astronomy and weather patterns. I discovered that the Citadel knows much about what it does not know. There are some interesting theories involving triangulation and the axis in which the world sits, but it does not explain the lack of uniformity of the seasons… oh I apologize, I am rambling a bit."

Viserys laughed, "I am pleased you found such topics so enthralling. I trust the Hightowers treated you well?"

"Yes, mother's family was most gracious and welcoming. Lord Hobert was oft busy, but Ormund and Gunthor regularly checked in on me and supped with me. Oldtown is a wonderful city, and I enjoyed my time there immensely, thank you for allowing me to go."

The King basked in his decision-making aplomb and the three of them discussed more of the trip for several hours. The hour grew late and as they said their goodnights, Elaena asked about continuing their walks.

"We can, though you'll have to bear with me a bit. A minor ailment has me less spry."

"Oh?"

"Nothing to worry about, we will just need to take it slower, and possibly cut it short. But if it proves too short, we can start breaking our fast in the mornings together. I find our conversations just what is needed to clear my head before court and council meetings."

"Of course, father, and mayhap I can put my Citadel learning of the healing arts to the test. I'm sure Grand Maester Mellos has things well in hand, but it might be intriguing to attempt to diagnose you myself."

Viserys had no concerns with it. As they gave each other a final embrace before departing, he already started feeling better. The stresses and decisions of the morrow, could wait for the morrow. Elaena bid them goodbye and promised Alicent she'd spend most of the day with her siblings.

Failninjaninja · Friday at 8:06 PM

Amazing thank you to @MARch_Of_Time for their proofreading work!

Chapter 8

"I guess it really was worth investing in human capital all this time. Wise investments bring about unbelievably huge returns. At first, I thought they would merely serve as a decent meat wall, but… I think I can feel tears in my eyes. My battalion has become an indispensable part of my toolset. They're like a well-tuned piano. An instrument familiar to your hands is an optimal weapon for creating new possibilities. Only a fool among fools would squander such a precious resource. And I have absolutely no intention of being a fool." - -From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 9

Rhaenyra was still unhappy, but at least they had a plan. She took Laenor's suggestion to heart and the goal was now to find a woman of relatively lower birth who would be content with Ser Harwin being away from Harrenhal for much of the time. They had to find the right person, one who would be grateful for her station being lifted, with the implicit threat that said marriage could be annulled if waves were created about Harwin's regular absence.

Laenor believed they had found a good match in Lyra Waters. She was pretty, had yet to receive her 20th name day and was an acknowledged bastard of House Bar Emmon. Brought up in Sharp Point, House Bar Emmon's seat of power, she knew her courtesies. A match between her and Harwin Strong would be beyond her wildest dreams, and while it was marrying beneath his station, it wasn't as bad as a merchant's daughter.

Rhaenyra was again impressed with her husband. He and Joffrey had befriended a few knights who held similar… interests as he did, and those unorthodox connections had been useful. She knew Ser Harwin would need his father's permission, but the man seemed quite eager for Harwin to wed and a promise of an early wedding could clinch the deal. A generous dowry would be provided as well, something that Laenor and Rhaenyra each provided through their incomes in Driftmark and Dragonstone.

Once the marriage occurred Harwin would lay with the bastard girl and hopefully get her with child quickly. He could then return to her side, where he was meant to be. Before he left, she intended to spend as much time as possible with him. Perhaps he would even put another baby within her before he went off.

"Have you seen her? Do you think she is prettier than me?"

"I recall her face in King's Landing, but none could be as beautiful as you," he replied and kissed her deeply while the two were alone in their bedchamber.

"Oh, is that so? My little sister thinks I should avoid eating as much, lest I begin having ailments like father. She was not unkind, but all the same, it did make me wonder. I have not the figure I had before Jace."

"You are a paragon of beauty – truth be told, I feared I would break you like a twig when we first lay together. I much prefer this you."

"A twig!" She lightly struck him on his broad shoulder. "First my sister comments on my weight, and now the man I cherish said I was a twig!"

His rumbling laughter and second set of kisses made her quickly forgive him. She never could stay mad at him. How she wished that when she had gone on her marriage tour, she had known what a man he was. She had not wanted to get married at all; fear of the birthing bed and ending up like her mother had held her back from ever seriously considered any of her suitors, not that most had much to offer. It turned out that she was heartier than her mother had been. The worst part of bearing children was not the birthing bed itself, but the long months of being so careful with her unborn child. Childbirth was not pleasant, but it was hardly the painful horror that other women proclaimed it to be.

"As long as you don't become enamored with your new bride…"

"I won't my princess, she is just a means we use to protect ourselves. The one we chose will not have my heart and only rarely my cock. But I suspect she will be pleased, regardless. Were it not for this marriage her hopes of marrying any nobility were low, despite being court-raised. This truly is the best solution and we will be together nearly as often as we are now."

Rhaenyra was glad for the reassurances. She was still infuriated by what Alicent had done. The bitch of Hightower had her worried still. What would she do next? She despised her onetime friend with a fury that shocked even herself. Rhaenyra would never wish ill for her father, but once he did pass, Gods willing that be many years from now, Alicent would be banished back to Oldtown and barred from King's Landing.

***

Viserys ate the food the servant a had brought between meals, but felt guilty for it. Elaena in consultation with Grand Maester Mellos had suggested that certain foods may be triggering his achy joints. Mellos said that there had been some writings of how a change in diet lead to a decrease in joint pain, but warned that it rarely was eliminated altogether. The list of foods he was to limit, or even eliminate, were ridiculous. Venison, pork, sweetbreads, turkey, and goose, and even most fish! A man could not subsist on greenery, beans, cherries, and chicken!

Yet, he did not want to disappoint his daughter. So, he agreed to limit those foods. Secretly he had the Red Keep cooks prepare some choice meats to be delivered whenever he knew she wasn't around. The King did regularly drink the meadowsweet tea that Elaena said could help. Despite her admonishment on not eating those types of food, his joint pains quickly faded, and he was able to go on his walks without any issue. He was tempted to tell her about how he had been eating all those foods that risked inflaming his condition so that she would know she was on the wrong track, but he didn't want to disappoint her. He would just continue to eat in between formal meals this way and not worry about it.

As the King he had many difficulties in his life. The stress of managing the whole of the Seven Kingdoms entitled him to some of the simple pleasures of life. Such as peppered boar and honey-glazed lamb. The Stepstones conflict was going poorly for House Velaryon. They had started hiring mercenaries from Essos to stem the tide. Corlys would soon arrive in King's Landing to speak with him directly on the manner, no doubt demanding assistance.

His brother had been sighted in Driftmark, Dragonstone, and now Essos. He would ask what Daemon had been doing there when the Sea Snake eventually arrived. As Viserys mulled on those matters, Alicent entered the room and spied the remains of the rack of lamb he had devoured.

"Husband, I thought you had agreed to limit those types of foods."

He waved her off. "Our Elaena is smart, but even Mellos didn't know which foods were to be avoided or not. I have been feeling much better. Indeed, the toe looks as right as all the others now, and I'm back to walking with Elaena each morning. She can be wrong from time to time, hard as it is to believe," he smiled.

"If you are sure," she said and eyed the leftovers on the serving tray. She licked her lips and then put her hands in her lap.

"I can have them bring up another for you," he offered.

"No, I should not eat so heavy in my condition."

Again, Viserys made a dismissive gesture. "You should eat what you desire, because it is not just your desires! I'd wager you have another boy inside of you and he wants meat like all men do!"

"No, it is fine. The Maester says I am doing well with the pregnancy. He stresses that I should avoid any excitement in the last two moons to avoid what happened with Daeron."

Viserys still held a bit of guilt over that, but in the end both wife and son had been fine. He vowed he would keep a better check on his temper.

"Viserys, Aegon has been asking again about claiming a dragon. He had become well-behaved and is doing well with his Maester-led lessons. Those dragons are fearful creatures to me, yet this is something he desperately wants. How dangerous is it really to try to claim a dragon?"

He leaned back and looked at his wife. Alicent had worried greatly over Elaena flying, and all had turned out well. It must be hard for Aegon to see his sister fly, his little nephews already having dragons, and yet himself unable to even try.

"There is always an element of danger with dragons. We believe we control them, but in truth, it is more that we are tolerated by them. The bond between dragon and Targaryen is not the same from person to person or dragon to dragon. There are ways it can be made safer, but that also limits the ability to form a bond. We have some dragons in the Dragonpit that he can attempt to bond with. The Dragonkeepers don't form a Targaryen bond with dragons, yet they are adept at cooperating with them."

He patted his stomach, "Just like me, we are jollier when well fed! Targaryen blood flows in my children's veins, dragons respect it. I doubt there is a serious risk of one of the dragons harming Aegon. There are only two available in the Dragonpit that are not already bonded. Dreamfyre is docile and used to people. One of her eggs hatched; they've called the hatchling Tessarion. Beyond those two, there are unclaimed dragons on Dragonstone. We could make a voyage there and Aegon could try with the wild dragons."

Alicent's face let Viserys know she was not fond of that plan.

"If you think it is safe… then let's let him try. He is very eager. Elaena has been teaching him the tongue of Old Valyria and he knows all the basic commands. Your son, he wants this badly."

"Very well, speak to the Dragonkeepers and make arrangements. Given your condition, I don't want you in the Dragonpit. Dragons can be fearsome creatures that you have already said unnerve you."

Alicent nodded. "I assumed you could take Aegon in."

"If I have time, sometimes the process isn't quick. The lad will be fine in the Dragonkeepers capable hands."

Alicent frowned, but said nothing more.

***

Aegon was happy, scared, and disappointed. Happy that he would be able to claim a dragon and fly with his big sister Elaena. Scared, well, because dragons were big and scary. Disappointed because his father wasn't going to see him claim Dreamfyre.

Aegon knew he wanted a big dragon. The bigger the dragon, the stronger it was, and as his mother always told him, he was destined to do big things. Luckily his big sister was there with him. She could see how he tamed a dragon. He couldn't wait to fly with her.

He wasn't always sure what to make of her. Less than two years separated them, but she always seemed so much older than him. Even when he was taller! Elaena could also be scary sometimes, he still remembered what happened with the maidservant. He had just been so angry, his mother always told him he was a prince and important, and yet some common servant could take away HIS toy? The toy that HIS father had given him. He had seen red and shoved her.

Only somehow… somehow his sister had moved. She hadn't even been close, and as the servant fell, suddenly Elaena was there in front of her and they fell down the stairs. Aegon had never, and never since that day, ever been so scared. Elaena was always there for him and always explained things to him, and he had caused her to fall with the stupid maid.

Luckily neither was seriously hurt, though his mother had been livid with him. Afterwards Elaena explained that just like he had acted irrationally when shoving the maidservant, so too had mother when she struck him. Big sister had made him come up with all the reasons why pushing her near the stairs had been bad. When he couldn't think of any more, Elaena gave him more. She explained how disappointed she was, but knew he would never do that again; for if he did, she wouldn't want to be around him that much.

Since then, he had done everything he could to be good. Big sister taught him a lot. She taught him how to read and speak the old dragon language. The biggest thing was how to control his anger. He still got angry, but now he knew how to deal with it.

The Dragonkeepers were very serious and kept telling him a lot of what not to do. He listened, because Elaena said listening to Subject Matter Experts was important. But they kept going on and on and on. He wanted to meet his dragon! Finally, they took him into the Dragonpit, Elaena a few steps behind.

They reached the area where Dreamfyre kept her lair. She was so big! So much bigger than Viktoriya or even Syrax! It was blue and beautiful, it gave a draconic hiss at seeing individuals approach, but did not look hostile.

"Prince Aegon, the way a dragon is bonded is different for each person. Being in close proximity tends to start the formation of a bond, if you are compatible. You can move closer, but slowly. If the dragon allows you to touch her, it is likely a bond will form."

Aegon took a breath and then walked forward. He didn't feel any different. The dragon exhaled, air, not fire.

"Hold there, my prince. Let her get used to your scent."

Aegon stood before the dragon who prowled closer, it was so big! It looked down at him, still a bit away, but the distance did not seem so far given her size.

"You are still out of her reach; do you feel anything?"

He did not. The bonding process was so vague, was he doing something wrong? He moved forward again.

"Hold my prince!"

Aegon did so. He was annoyed, if all he had to do was touch the dragon, then he would want to be done with it. Dreamfyre snorted and then backed away. She wasn't supposed to do that, what was this? He needed a dragon and he wanted the big one, not the small one!

"Hey! Get back here," Aegon demanded angrily.

"Aegon, don't get angry," Elaena gently admonished.

Aegon centered himself, and counted his inhalation and exhalation. He calmed down, but moved forward once more.

"My prince, that is unwise, you mustn't rush things."

Aegon did not want to fail. He wasn't going to fail. He was going to get a big dragon and he was going to fly with his big sister. All he had to do was touch the dragon and he could bond, or something like that. He looked at the pair of Dragonkeepers who were behind him, and then looked at Dreamfyre who had her back fully turned on him.

He made his decision and ran at the dragon. He would just need to touch her and…

"NO! Back away!" The Dragonkeepers shouted and chased after him.

Dreamfyre turned toward the shouts and widened her stance and let out a draconic roar. That froze the Dragonkeepers, but not Aegon who rushed forward still. Dreamfyre lifted its forearm, the same limb that had a wing attached to it, and crashed it into the ground, making the floor tremble and shake. Aegon kept his footing, but only by a hairsbreadth.

One of the Dragonkeepers fell, and the other shouted in Valyrian for Dreamfyre to back away. Dreamfyre looked at them and turned her head sideways. Aegon instead shouted for her to stay still and then walked forward.

"My Prince, no, she is agitated, you must get back now." There was panic in the man's voice.

"Aegon, withdraw now," Elaena commanded him.

He hesitated; he was used to doing what Elaena asked of him. But this was different. He needed this. If he could tame such a big dragon like Dreamfyre, his father would have to acknowledge him. He would make his mother proud and his big sister too.

Aegon shook his head and ran forward toward Dreamfyre. The dragon gave out a final warning and then inhaled, the Dragonkeepers shouting again, and terror suddenly filled Aegon as he realized the dragon was about to breathe fire upon him. And then Elaena's voice called out in clear Valyrian, as clear as a bell.

"No fire! Submit!"

Dreamfyre stilled. She looked past Aegon and at Elaena. The seconds stretched interminably long, as if time itself had frozen. Then, finally, the dragon slowly lowered her head until it touched the ground. One of the Dragonkeepers grabbed Aegon and physically picked him up and rushed him away.

Elaena said something else in Valyrian, but Aegon couldn't hear it. The Dragonkeepers were angry.

"Prince Aegon, we will be speaking with your father. You could have been killed."

Aegon trembled. He had messed up. He was never going to get a dragon. His father would never again look twice at him.

Stupid Stupid Stupid

"I believe my brother has learned his lesson, and in the interests of yourselves not being penalized for nearly getting a child killed with your lax oversight, perhaps it is best if you just report that Aegon was unable to bond with Dreamfyre today."

The Dragonkeepers paused and looked at each other.

"Princess, the process of bonding does entail some risk, we could not be directly next to him when he attempted it. And…"

"I'm sure those explanations will appease the King and the Queen. Perhaps. I'm not personally convinced, but maybe my father and the Queen's firstborn son nearly dying won't raise that much alarm…"

Aegon watched as the two Dragonkeepers grew more uneasy.

The second one stared at Elaena, "I won't lie to the King."

"No one is asking you to, simply report that Aegon was unsuccessful, and he will try again later. You can add additional aspects that were true, such as that he was frightened, but that he then found his courage. This way no one gets angry, and no sharp questions on your methods need be asked. And of course, you will have the gratitude of a prince and princess of the blood of the dragon. What say you?"

They looked at each other, nodded, and then bowed. "I believe we have an agreement. Prince Aegon must never try to bond a dragon like that again, it is a recipe for disaster. And I doubt Dreamfyre will be willing to allow him to bond after this."

Aegon gawked at his sister. Full realization hit him. His sister had saved his life. Prevented his shame from being known. She also made sure his dream of riding a dragon was not lost. He felt tears start to well in his eyes and hastily wiped them away. His mother told him princes shouldn't cry.

As the Dragonkeepers returned to their duties he looked at Elaena and embraced her. "T-thank you."

"Brother, that was extremely foolhardy. Dragons have a choice about being bonded, you cannot force it. Take heart, there are other dragons such as Tessarion and many more on Dragonstone. You will have a dragon; you just must be patient."

***

Alicent had prayed that her babe would not come early like Dareon, yet as she entered the end of her pregnancy, she now prayed for the birth to come quickly. As the last month had dragged on, she had begun taking frequent naps despite the inability to obtain a comfortable position on her bed with her belly.

At least one set of prayers were answered, and she went into labor. Once again, Elaena was at her side. She felt invigorated as their hands clasped; the birthing bed would always be a battle, but with loved ones by your side it could be endured.

It was not an easy birth, but throughout it she kept her strength. The prediction Viserys had made turned out to be wrong. It was not a boy, but another girl. The child was frighteningly small, even smaller than Aemond when he had been born. The Grand Maester inspected her and said the child seemed a bit underdeveloped, but not something that would put its life in immediate danger.

"What did you and the King decide for a name?"

"Daenora."

The Maester nodded and left.

"This seemed to strain you, and you seem so much more tired, mother." Elaena commented.

"It is my fifth time bearing a child, it takes much out of a woman."

"I just worry over you. I believe you have done your duty to your husband and King. Bearing five children has added to the Targaryen dynasty. Between those five and Rhaenyra's own two children, I believe the future is well in hand. Perhaps it is time you come to an accord with father, and avoid additional children."

Alicent bit her lip, she wished this was her last, and yet holding baby Daenora now, she could not imagine not having her. It remained so odd to her how her feelings could change. She also knew that her father wanted her to have as many children as possible. Those children could one day ride dragons, and the more dragon riders they could muster, the better they could secure Aegon's rightful place.

"The Septons teach that children are a given from the Seven."

Elaena grimaced. Alicent's heart went out to her. She knew that Elaena would always have a concern when it came to bearing children. The scare with Daeron must have scarred her significantly, to say nothing of everyone's talk of how her mother died bearing Elaena. She doubted that quoting religious platitudes would ease Elaena's concerns.

"Come now Elaena, be happy, your little sister has just been born and I am well."

Elaena slowly nodded. "Yes, it is a wonderful thing that you both have made it through the process in one piece. I will endeavor not to cloud this auspicious day with my concerns; we can talk about those later."

Alicent smiled at her daughter and closed her eyes. The relief at the successful birth was wonderous and she just wanted to bask in the feeling of work completed. The future worries could be dealt with later.

At some point she must have nodded off, and Daenora taken from her. She woke up to see Viserys holding the babe.

"Well done my wife, she is beautiful."

"Thank you, Viserys. I am glad you are happy with her."

"Of course I am! It was an idle thought about the babe being a boy, you've already gifted me with three healthy sons, and daughters can be a delight too. Rhaenyra has made me a grandsire, and I've no need to sing Elaena's praises, for they are self-evident."

Alicent closed her eyes as Helaena was ignored again. She was too tired to curb her tongue.

"And Helaena too? You know she is your daughter as well."

Viserys looked taken aback. "Ah, well, I have not had the opportunity to interact with her, but she is an adorable child. I am grateful for her, of course."

Are you?

Alicent let the matter drop. She may be too tired to guard what she let slip her lips, but she was also too tired to argue and fight. She just wished to rest, and so she did so.

***

Rhaenyra was happy that Ser Harwin had put a child in her once more before going off to Harrenhal and getting married. She knew he would have to be gone a few months, but having a part of him remain, growing inside of her made it more bearable. Unfortunately, Alicent and her brood were coming to Dragonstone. Her half-brother, Aegon, had not found success in claiming Dreamfyre or Tessarion. Him not having a dragon was a good thing, but she could not refuse her father.

Viserys had decided it would be well to have the family gather. He intended a prolonged visit that included Alicent and all her children. The thought of having to deal with her frustrated Rhaenyra greatly, but at least Elaena was coming for a long visit as well. She missed her sister's regular presence. Elaena visited quite often, but only for short stays, no longer than one night. Rhaenyra was unused to not seeing her sister daily, and knew she herself was to blame for her infrequent trips to King's Landing.

Rhaenyra was proud of her sister; Elaena was working hard with the Master of Coin on the new Bank of the Dragon. Rhaenyra had always easily learned her sums, but she'd found the subjects of math and finance tedious. Counting coppers seemed more fitting for Maesters and advisors, not for queens. That did not diminish her sister's accomplishments; for a bank was no little thing. Elaena could talk about it endlessly and on subjects like 'risk-management,' 'basis points,' and 'collateral.' It was very clear to Rhaenyra that Elaena was thoroughly hands-on and dealing with the minutiae of its establishment.

They were preparing for the royals' arrival when news came. Laenor shook his head incredulously as he shared the news.

"This feels like a jest, but 'tis true. My sister and your uncle have secretly married and have flown to Pentos."

"What?" Rhaenyra was blindsided by that revelation. She knew her Uncle Daemon's wife had recently passed, but Laena was betrothed to a Braavosi. Laena visited Dragonstone often and Rhaenyra loved the three-way races they had between Seasmoke, Syrax, and Vhagar. She had a wild, adventurous spirit about her, but not that wild!

"But she's already betrothed, your sister never seemed fond of him, but…"

"Daemon killed him in a duel, then returned to Driftmark and they flew off together, only leaving this message to me and another to my parents that they had wed. Your father will be incensed, as will mine. There was no betrothal contract, no permission granted, this is… I have no idea, this seems unprecedented."

Her father would be upset, but there was little he could do. If they had flown to Essos, they were quite outside of his grasp. With Vhagar and Caraxes working together they were fairly unstoppable. She would miss Laena and their flights together, but perhaps she could visit them at some point after the birth.

"Laenor, this is quite a shock, but I can only believe Laena sees something in my uncle and my uncle something in her. She'll likely be happier with him than some Braavosi. Her children will have the potential to ride on dragons, and if father refuses to give them eggs, I will make sure they have dragons of their own when I am Queen."

"You are right, ah, well, I'm sure the feast with your father will have some interesting conversations. Everything seems to be ready for their arrival."

Her father looked well when he arrived. He embraced her and clapped Laenor on the back and congratulated him on having another child on the way. He held Luke and interacted with Jace, who he called the future King, something that Rhaenyra delighted in hearing, particularly when Alicent's sour face would show its frustration.

The welcoming feast had been prepared and the high table of Dragonstone seated the royal family. A family that was growing ever larger. Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond were now old enough that they could sit a table and not misbehave. Luke, Jace, Daeron, and of course little Daenora were too young and were being cared for by servants of their respective mothers.

Rhaenyra sat on her father's right hand and next to her was Laenor, then Elaena. Alicent was on her father's left. Viserys was cordial to all, at least at first. But soon some pointed questions were asked.

"Laenor, what is your sister thinking? I know she did not have her parents' approval to wed Daemon."

Her husband paused before answering with a smile, "Your Grace, I have as much control over Laena as you do your brother."

Viserys gave him a dry chuckle and raised his wine cup. "A bold response, but not the one I was hoping for. The realm is not served by their marriage. The Braavosi will be furious, and we had counted on Laena's marriage to avoid tensions with the Iron Bank."

Laenor spread his hands helplessly, "I wish I could say more Your Grace, but my sister did not seek my counsel prior to her decision."

"How is our new bank doing, father?" Rhaenyra asked to change the subject. She would not see Laenor hectored by her father over something he had no control over.

"It is going well; Lord Beesbury is most pleased with the progress. I don't know all the particulars, but Elaena likely knows more."

"The bank has begun operating on three fronts. The first is lending money to those who have existing loans at a higher interest rate with another lender. Before doing so we reviewed their financial situation and ensured repayment was feasible and likely. Primarily the lenders were the Iron Bank, Rogare Bank, and the Lannisters. The reduction in payment due to a lower interest rate has been a boon to those houses and this has also increased their gratitude toward the Iron Throne," Elaena explained.

"The second front has been new loans to major houses. Primarily House Velaryon has been given extremely low rates for some long-term debt."

Rhaenyra saw Laenor do a double take. "Princess, I'm surprised my father would do so. My house is extremely wealthy; what is the purpose?"

"They are wealthy, but much of their wealth is invested in their sizeable fleet. They had need for a large sum of gold immediately; the gold is to pay for mercenaries to help in the fighting in the Stepstones." Elaena paused and then continued with the third front. "And finally, we have begun making small loans to independent entrepreneurs who submit their business plans for our review. Currently, I personally review these, but I am instructing others on how to manage risk and ensure we don't bleed money in foolish ventures."

Rhaenyra saw Alicent look at her sworn shield, Ser Criston. "Ser Criston, have you something to say?" Alicent asked.

"Forgive me, my Queen, it is not my place."

Viserys waved his hand, which still held a piece of bread in it, "Go on, speak your mind, this isn't court, just a beloved family freely discussing topics of interest."

"My father was the steward of Blackhaven, and before I became a knight, he had hoped I would follow in his footsteps. The crown is lending out terrific sums of money, is being so spendthrift not a danger?"

"Ser Criston makes a fair point," Elaena began, "however the Crown has benefited from significantly higher revenues of late. Gold left sitting in the vaults does not do the realm any good. Putting more wealth in the hands of our people for industrious use will provide more long-term wealth generation, both because we earn interest from our prudent lending, and because we will help create a thriving, what I like to call 'middle-class' of merchants. We are not emptying the vaults, and are ensuring we use no more than half of the existing treasury. We will also be looking to do reverse loans at a lower rate, where the wealthy houses and mercantile powers provide us gold to fund lending operations."

"Thank you for appeasing my concerns, princess," Cole politely replied.

"I think it is wonderful what my daughter is doing," Alicent spoke up, "and since my husband is so dedicated to peace, it seems unlikely that we would have a need for a sudden influx of coin."

The King took his wife by the hand and Rhaenyra struggled to keep her face impassive.

"Alicent, I understand Aegon failed to claim a dragon, and that this is the reason for the visit to Dragonstone. Given his track record, are you sure it is wise for him to attempt to do so with the dragons that nest here? They aren't as docile as the ones in the Dragonpit, and I would not want to see ineptitude lead to tragedy."

"There were only two dragons, and the dragon gets a choice, maybe they didn't want to bond with anyone!" Aegon forcefully answered the perceived slight on his abilities.

Rhaenyra smiled, "I only worry for your safety, most Targaryens do very well with bonding. My two sons bonded with theirs in the cradle without issue, Laenor claimed Seasmoke immediately, father bonded with the Black Dread… just be aware not everyone is cut from the same cloth in terms of ability to be a dragonrider."

Aegon was red faced and began to inhale slowly and exhale. Alicent was glaring at her. Viserys though was frowning.

"The boy is young still, but your concern is noted. Have there been any new hatchlings? I know there are a few dragons that should be safe to approach as well."

"One of the dragons laid a clutch, but we only found remains. There is a dragon that is called the Cannibal who seems to seek out clutches. We've tired to find them before he does, but we aren't sure which dragon is the one responsible for the egg laying," Rhaenyra replied.

"What dragons are readily available?"

"Silverwing, Sunfyre, and Vermithor," Rhaenyra answered. "Grey Ghost and Sheepstealer also reside, but are quite elusive."

The King looked to Aegon, "Well my boy, you've got at least three more chances."

"Yes father, I will do you proud," Aegon responded.

Failninjaninja · Saturday at 1:33 AM

Special thanks to @MARch_Of_Time for proofreading!

Chapter 9

"Obey the rules. Search for loopholes. Sneer at the guidelines despite being bound by them." - From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 1

Alicent was uncomfortable at Dragonstone. This was the place of Rhaenyra's power. While here her children would be expected to train with the Dragonstone Master-at-arms. They would also be around guards who no doubt would one day be tasked with murdering her children. It made a mother uneasy.

Elaena had seen her head toward the training grounds and had joined her.

"Mother, I noticed you did not eat much at the feast last night, nor did you have breakfast. Are you unwell?"

"Sea voyages are not always easy on the stomach."

"The Maester can prepare you something to help with nausea. There is a tea they can brew with a specific plant that will set your stomach well."

The Queen demurred, "I'm fine, no need to concern yourself."

Alicent saw Elaena frown.

"Mother, I've watched you at feasts as well as when we dine more privately. You are restricting yourself from eating your fill, why?"

She sighed. "Daughter, one of the duties as a wife is to keep one's figure properly. I, but do my duty."

Elaena shook her head, "No, you are lax in your obligation. The birth was likely harder because you are starving yourself, as is your recovery. I am not suggesting you eat like father used to, but you must eat more. Childbirth exhausts your body; you need to replenish its reserves."

It was Alicent's turn to frown. Elaena seemed knowledgeable; she had studied at the Citadel for a time. It was hard to get her father's voice out of her head. And she certainly didn't want to gain weight as Rhaenyra had done. Perhaps she should…

"Promise me, mother. This is important."

Alicent relented, "Yes, I will endeavor to eat more, but not too much more. I will keep up with my appearance as a Queen should."

Her daughter seemed to take that agreeance at face value and they continued their walk to the training yard. Overseeing the training was Joffrey Lonmouth, with Ser Criston and Ser Steffon of the Kingsguard also watching. Aemond was striking a wooden post, while Aegon was in padding and sparring with one of Laenor's squires. The squire was older than Aegon, but Aegon was fierce and unrelenting. Joffrey called a halt after Aegon had taken out the feet under his opponent.

Ser Criston laughed. "Ser Laenor, perhaps you should bring a master-at-arms who is more able."

Joffrey flushed, and Alicent frowned. Ser Criston took issue with Rhaenyra's husband. Laenor's perversions were foul, but it was not her place to stand in judgement over him. Ser Criston seemed to relish making japes at Laenor's expense.

Alicent saw Laenor's jaw clench as he approached Ser Criston.

"Ser Joffrey is a good and true knight, do not speak ill of him, after you tried to murder him."

Ser Criston backed a step with his hands out. "Ser, that issue has long been laid to rest. I merely thought that Dragonstone deserved a Master-at-arms who wasn't a cripple."

Laenor swung at Ser Cole, striking him across the face. Cole hit the ground, lip split, but smiling. Ser Steffon hastily approached to get between the princess's consort and a fellow knight of the Kingsguard. Alicent race down the steps.

"What is the meaning of this, Laenor?"

Laenor inclined his head a tiny fraction, "Your Grace, Ser Criston gave insult. He is fortunate that is all I gave him."

Alicent glared at him. "He is of the Kingsguard, you know he cannot strike back at the husband of the princess in a brawl. You dishonor your house with your actions. I demand you apologize."

Ser Criston had risen to his feet. Laenor glared at him and then back at the Queen. Ser Joffrey also approached and gave Laenor a look.

"Very well, you have my apologies, Ser Criston. This is no family dinner; you are to guard your tongue and focus on protecting the King's family and not on making suggestions. You are a guard dog; you will bark on request only."

"Aemond," a clear voice called out, "stay focused on your training," Elaena spoke, and loud enough to be heard by the rest.

Alicent and the others turned to see the squires and princes had been staring at them. She felt some mild embarrassment, but also worry. There was no love lost between Laenor and Criston, and she feared for her sworn shield's future. There was a hate in Laenor's eyes that she had not seen before, and it may not wait until Viserys had passed.

***

Viserys was pleased with how the trip had turned out. His son Aegon had not been able to claim Silverwing, but he had claimed Sunfyre. The dragon was young still, but already its scales shone brightly. For many reasons, Viserys would always view Balerion as the greatest dragon in living memory, but even he admitted Sunfyre was easily the most beautiful.

Aegon had been disappointed in failing to claim the larger Silverwing. As soon as he had claimed Sunfyre, he sang a different tune. It warmed his heart to see his family claim another dragon. Now three of his children had dragons. The two seemed closely bonded already, enough so that he was confident Aegon could fly back to King's Landing. Elaena on Viktoriya would guide the way and then Sunfyre would be housed in the Dragonpit. Once again, he thought about how wonderful a match between Aegon and Elaena would be, though sadly Elaena still clung to the odd notion that marrying her half-sibling was foul. Viserys intended to honor his word and allow Elaena to choose, within reason, but if she did not make a choice after her own tour, she would marry Aegon. If she remained stubborn, he would match Aegon to Helaena and be done with it.

Viserys was not unaware of the coiled tension between some of his family. The distance apart allowed people to think the worst of each other, but by bringing them together, they could find common ground. Feasting together, sharing stories, and telling jests could help heal the rifts that had grown. Or so he hoped.

On the sea voyage back to King's Landing he saw Alicent quite energetic as she nursed their newest child.

"You seem to be in a good mood, my wife. Getting out of King's Landing for a time is good for the soul."

Alicent smiled back in reply. "Yes, every now and then. I am just so happy that Aegon has a dragon. I'm sure Helaena and Aemond will soon wish to try their hand at it as well. They do grow up so quickly."

"Ah, but you speak a harsh truth. It feels as if it is was but yesterday that Aegon was a baby in swaddling, and now he is flying a dragon. Would that I could stop the relentless march of time!"

Daenora had finished drinking and Alicent laid her down.

"It was a shocking thing to hear about Daemon. Your brother has always spread chaos, is there naught that can be done about him?"

Viserys laughed. "Would that I could, but Daemon has always done what Daemon wishes." He put on a more serious face. "There really isn't anything I can do, unless we want bloodshed there is no use trying to force them to return and stop their marriage. As dragons grow older, they grow more formidable. It is not just their size. The fires in their belly grow hotter and their scales grow harder. Vhagar is monstrously powerful. It would take Syrax, Seasmoke, and Meleys just to stand a chance against her. And even then, it is certain at least one dragon and rider will fall before Vhagar could be brought low."

Alicent gave a shiver. "The thought of those beasts fighting against each other with people on their backs is terrifying."

Viserys nodded, "Fortunately, outside of Daemon and his recklessness, our family is responsible with the use of their dragons. And even he would be loath to pit dragon against dragon. As I am, he too puts much stock in history and our house's legacy that carries out the torch of Old Valyria. What made Old Valyria, Old Valyria, were the dragons. Dragons fighting dragons should only occur in the vilest circumstances. So, fret not my wife, there is nothing to worry over."

***

Rhaenyra was pleased that Harwin was back in Dragonstone in time for the birth of their son. It had created some tension with her sister. As soon as Elaena had seen him, she commented, "Ser Harwin, I had thought you were acting in your father's stead as Lord of Harrenhal?"

"Lyra has quite the head for sums, just like you. She's working closely with the Maester and keeping the house in order. Princess Rhaenyra is used to my presence nearby as a good fortune talisman during the birthing process."

"I see." Elaena's words were somehow both politely soft-spoken, and filled with ice. Rhaenyra wasn't sure how her little sister had managed the juxtaposing of the two with but a few words.

After that exchange, Elaena fully ignored Ser Harwin's presence, focusing on Rhaenyra. Elaena had been there for near on two weeks now awaiting the birth, only taking short trips back to King's Landing. Rhaenyra was pleased to share their days together again. It was wonderful to share stories and catch up properly on their lives now that they were regularly apart.

The babe was another easy delivery. It was uncomfortable and the dull pain of the contractions a wearying trial, but she was pleased to have delivered another healthy Targaryen child. She had hoped for a daughter, but she would love her new son all the same. She had picked the name Aenar for her son. Laenor thought it a fine name, and had no great preference for the naming of 'their' children.

Little Aenar was very similar in appearance to both Jace and Luke. Laenor held him all the same, treating the babe just as he would if it was he who had fathered him. Elaena was weary after being by her side for so long and took her leave.

Rhaenyra slept and when she awoke her sister was there beside her again.

"Sister, I will not give voice to what is obvious, but I do not understand. Why put so much at risk?"

The heir to the Iron Throne lay back and sighed. "Elaena… I believe you will understand when you are older."

"That is quite unlikely."

She couldn't help but laugh at her oh-so-serious sister. "I'm your older and wiser sister, put your trust in me. When you experience your moon's blood, you will understand. Life is about choices, and I choose to be happy."

"I don't begrudge your happiness; I simply question your risk-management assessment. Is fleeting pleasure worth the potential harm that could befall your children?"

Rhaenyra stopped smiling. "That's enough Elaena. And I expect you not to speak of this with others."

Elaena just stared at her with her blue eyes. "I would not do that to you, Laenor, or even Ser Harwin, let alone my nephews."

"I didn't think you would, I just want it to be clear."

Elaena nodded, "See, now that is wise. Ensuring there are no misunderstandings when communication takes place is the hallmark of great leadership."

Rhaenyra's grin returned. Elaena's unique way of looking at the world was always interesting. In the past she thought it adorable, but that word didn't quite fit the more she thought about it. Nonetheless it was endearing.

"Come and give your sister a hug."

Elaena approached and gently hugged her, only for Rhaenyra to take the opportunity to ruffle her sister's hair.

She gave a squawk of betrayal and retreated.

"Ugh, now I have to go brush it again."

Rhaenyra laughed. "You live life too seriously, my sweet sister. I'm the Lady of Dragonstone, and all those on this island are loyal to me. I promise you, having mussed hair in public will not ruin your reputation."

Elaena gave a huff, but sat back down. Gods, she would miss her when Elaena returned to King's Landing. Ser Harwin would fill that void, but he couldn't stay overlong until he put a child in Lyra. She still wasn't sure how she felt about that. No matter, it had been decided by her, Laenor, and Harwin that it was for the best. Ultimately, if it allowed her lover more time back here with her on Dragonstone, he could have as many children with Lyra as needed. Or so she told herself.

***

"What do you think, Elaena? Rhaenyra says I should forgive Daemon and Laena and welcome them back into the fold. Others counsel me against it, but in truth, I am still furious with him."

Time had passed and he now had two nieces. Laena had borne twins, Rhaena and Baela. Family was important to him, but the constant disrespect his brother had shown him was wearing his patience beyond thin.

"I would like to see my newborn cousins. I also believe antagonizing the dragon rider of the largest dragon is foolish. Not that I think Laena would do something rash, but I know Laenor misses his sister. Let them return from exile and mend fences. Perhaps demand a service, such as aiding the Velaryons against the Triarchy. They've been pushed to the brink; Laenor's father has gone personally to aid in the fighting."

Viserys sighed. Elaena saw the issue of the Stepstones through the view of commerce. With the Triarchy winning and controlling much of the Stepstones, despite the best efforts of the Velaryons and their allies, they were once again demanding exorbitant tribute and tolls. And many vessels were also disappearing, and it clear who was responsible.

The problem was that Dorne was still allying with the Triarchy. Several lords, including ones in the Reach and the Westerlands, wrote commending Viserys for keeping the peace. No one, save for some in the Stormlands, wanted war with Dorne. A darker part in his heart also privately rejoiced at the proud Sea Snake being humbled. He had gone to war with the Triarchy on his own, at the time with the help of Daemon, but still without his leave. Lord Corlys had not asked his King permission before starting his unilateral war, and a part of him wanted to let him suffer the full consequences.

"I will not be asking that of him. The Stepstones will have to be decided without dragons."

Elaena made a noise of disagreement. "It won't, once he gets desperate enough, Corlys will have his son take Seasmoke into battle. My good-brother will not refuse his father in need."

"Laenor can make his own choices. I do not wish to show you a hard heart, but he has given Rhaenyra three sons, so should the worst occur, Rhaenyra will have heirs."

"Cold comfort to his family."

"Which is why he shouldn't go! The Sea Snake should have long since attempted to make peace. Form an agreement on a cost that isn't so prohibitive. If they set it too high trade just goes elsewhere. I'm damned tired of hearing about those collection of rocks."

"But he will go. Beyond just the familial concern, there are other fiscal issues. Remember, the largest loans we currently have outstanding are to House Velaryon. It would not be good for the Bank of the Dragon to see their fortune wasted and their fleets destroyed."

Viserys frowned. "Lyman reports that the bank is already making money for the Crown."

"It is, and will continue to do so. A large default would be disappointing, even if recoverable. We now have clients in the Vale, Riverlands and the Crownlands. The small portfolio of non-noble mercantile loans has maintained profitability. I'm pleased with the success of the bank."

Viserys would not be moved. As he grew older, he was even more committed to leaving a legacy of peace. No war with Dorne. He did not desire Laenor harmed, he had been good to his daughter, but he also could not justify starting a war that would kill thousands.

His daughter let out a small sigh. "Regardless of the Stepstones issue, I still believe family should be unified. Invite them at least to bring their babes to be recognized in the court as your kin."

"Not yet, but one day. I will let Daemon stew longer. He can reside in Pentos, or wherever else he desires in Essos. Hopefully it will curb his future recklessness."

"Do I have permission to visit them in Pentos?"

Viserys frowned. He didn't like his daughter going to Essos for a variety of reasons. She was still shy of twelfth name day, and as responsible as she was, it was still another continent full of potential dangers. He doubted Daemon would truly harm his daughter… but his damnable brother was so unpredictable.

"I'm sorry, but you do not. It will also send mixed messages to my errant younger brother."

Elaena inclined her head. She, at least, was dutiful and obedient. Never had she ever disobeyed him. Debated issues? Yes. Make her voice heard? Yes. But when there was a conflict with what she desired and his expressed order, she always obeyed her King and father. Would that the rest of his family would do the same!

***

"You want to do what?" Laenor asked Elaena in shock.

"The plan makes sense. Your stories of your prior battles in the Stepstones clearly demonstrated that when you worked in concert with Daemon to time your dragon-led attacks, the outcomes were far superior. When the Triarchy merely expected one dragon, they could act in multiple places at once, knowing only one area had to deal with a dragon. With Seasmoke fighting on one front and Caraxes fighting on another they were flummoxed."

Laenor shook his head.

"No, I understand that. What I don't understand is you think your father would allow you to join the fighting."

"Oh, he won't, but he also hasn't refused me either."

Laenor blinked.

"Elaena…"

"Good-brother, I've thought this through. Our dragons don't look similar when they are next to each other or up close. But from a distance? People are not good at judging size from a distance and Seasmoke is not that much larger than Viktoriya. The coloring isn't that off from each other, and once you add smoke from draconic fire, I think it will be safe to say one cannot positively state it wasn't Seasmoke participating."

"Except the dragons will be in two places fighting at the same time!"

"Fog of war. Battle is confusing. What's the alternative, that the princess who has not yet reached ten and two has entered the fray?"

Laenor frowned, thinking about it. Elaena was correct, even two people in the same battle would argue and disagree with the details. He suspected it was the battle-fever that overtook people. That filled their veins with urgency and renewed strength right before the clash of men and steel. But there were of course a number of concerns.

"You haven't faced battle, nor should you at your age."

Elaena gave a distant smile. "I've seen death. I witnessed the execution of the murderer from Flea Bottom. I've also seen a rider fall off their mount and break their neck. Valar Morghulis. Death is a part of life."

"Yes, but it is different when you are causing it."

"Perhaps, but if mine actions save more in the long-run it is a just act. Squeamishness over personally doing the deed is hypocrisy. In the North they say the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. I find such gestures meaningless, in all ways, passing the sentence is swinging the sword. If you are squeamish about doing it personally, you should not be making decisions."

Laenor gave a sigh. She didn't understand, but then how could she? She had never taken a life. He remembered the first time he had done so. It changed him, but he was a noble of House Velaryon and had the blood of the dragon, so he got over it, but for days he had been distraught.

"This is a foolish discussion; I will not be taking you to the Stepstones. Your father and your sister would kill me if I put you in harm's way."

"Laenor. Your father is losing. House Velaryon has suffered significant reversals. Do you think I would wish my beloved sister to be a widow? I can out fly you on my dragon. I understand how the trajectories of crossbow bolts and scorpion's function. Tell me, do you know the maximum angle that a scorpion can be fired at?"

"What do you mean?"

"It is a simple equation. You must know the elevation of yourself, the scorpion, the angle it is aimed at, and the force of used to fire the bolt. When you know these, you know how low your dragon can fly and from which direction to avoid them. I suspect you eyeball it without doing the arithmetic for it. I can do the calculations, and will only act when I can be assured of my self-preservation."

His eyes grew wide. He knew his good-sister had a deep knowledge of financial matters, and those required a foundation of mathematics. But to do calculations of this sort in the midst of battle seemed impossible.

"Elaena, please, I don't doubt your understanding of how high a bolt can travel, but that doesn't change my decision. It is too risky and it is not something your father would approve of."

"Laenor, the way I see it, is that we can work together or we can work separately, but I intend to go. The Stepstones are too important, and the Bank of the Dragon cannot show weakness this early. If your house defaults…"

"This is about the bank!?"

"Well, partially, but it obviously isn't as if I don't care about you and my sister. However, the urgency of my participation is rooted within the concerns of my first major initiative for father facing a setback."

Laenor laughed. "You… you are telling me that if I don't work with you, you intend to fly alone to the Stepstones?"

"Yes, you'll have left me no choice."

"I could tell Rhaenyra."

"That would just make her complicit when I go anyway. Which is it Laenor? Work with me where you have some control, or unleash me to do what I do be… beyond oversight."

Laenor wanted to tear his hair out. It was rank madness to allow a child onto a battlefield. But short of going to the King and explaining, she had trapped him with no good options. He could go to the King, but the fallout from that would be concerning.

"How will you explain your departure for so long from King's Landing?"

"Oh, I have already planned for that. I'll be working on a research project with the Citadel. The Archmaester of Bronze has allowed me to borrow an advanced Myrish lens tube that allows me to see the celestial bodies. I will be collecting data from various locations in short succession at different elevations across the eastern portion of Westeros."

"But if you will be at the Stepstones, how can you…"

"Laenor, my observations can be calculated when you know the variables. Even if I make a mistake in my calculations, it would be chalked up to inaccuracies in identifying my location. My alibi wouldn't be ironclad, but the Citadel itself will confirm if asked what I was doing. Time and distance obscure reports, no one will know I was there."

Laenor did not share her confidence. And confidence she clearly had, for were it any other child, Laenor knew he would have held steadfast. But she was not normal. She flew her dragon with impeccable ease. She had reformed taxation and accounting across Westeros and then formed a bank. The combination of it all and the threat that she'd fly off on her own, which would be more dangerous than allowing him to choose the battlefields, he relented.

"I know I am going to regret this, and you must never tell your father or your sister."

"You have my word. Now, I did have some ideas on how to better utilize our forces…"

***

Alicent arrived at the study that the children often used for learning. Aemond and Helaena had both learned their letters swiftly. Alicent doubted that Rhaenyra's children would learn as fast as hers did. Aemond, in particular, had been quick to master the skill. As Alicent entered the room she heard the tail end of the conversation.

"But why is that important? If they rebel, we can just burn them with our dragons."

"And lose productive manpower that could be spent tilling the fields and paying taxes? Force is unfortunately a necessity at times, but it is a terrible waste of human resources. It is far better to take into considerations what your subordinates desire."

"I don't know sister, it seems that if you crush anyone who challenges your rule, there will be less people challenging it in the future."

"Yes, and if you killed any hound that disobeyed their first command, you would have less hounds challenging you, and no hounds. A wise leader seeks scenarios where he wins and the other end also wins. Through these win/win situations you will maximize productivity."

Alicent stopped eavesdropping and fully entered the study. "What are you two speaking of?"

"Hello, mother. I was just teaching Aemond some lessons in leaderships. I appreciate how he challenges my perspective; he has taken an interest in the subjects of history and philosophy."

Alicent saw her son nod happily. "Yes! It is fascinating to learn about our ancestors. It is fun to consider not just what they did, but why they did it. Someday I want others to read of me and what I did, and perhaps ponder why!"

Ponder?

Alicent wondered if Aegon would be the fighter and Aemond the advisor. It would be fitting for when Aegon was crowned to have a learned Hand. But that was not why she was here.

"I'm glad you find your lessons so thrilling. If you don't mind, I must steal your sister for a few moments."

"I can read elsewhere," Aemond replied and left them alone.

"Elaena, is it really necessary for you to be gone so long?"

"It isn't that long, mother. I believe I can get all the observations done in a month, but if we have enough clear days I may return sooner."

Alicent pursed her lips, "If you can, please do so. Daeron loves spending time with you. He hasn't started being taught by a Maester and Daenora commands much of my attention these days. I can leave him with the maidservants, but he much prefers you. Also, Helaena wishes to attempt to bond with a dragon as well. Aegon thinks she should only try if you go with her."

"Yes, mother. I will do my best not to tarry. Once I return, I commit to testing Helaena's knowledge of the commands in Old Valyria. I believe she will do well. I must confess, I have spent more time with Aegon and Aemond than with her, but that is because she is self-sufficient and does not get into mischief. Put her paints before her, the occasional text, and she is content."

Alicent nodded. She wouldn't press the issue. Elaena had sounded so excited at dinner when she announced her partnership with one of the Archmaesters. She was still unsure of why mapping the celestial bodies on land was so important. She vaguely understood that sailors somehow used the stars as a marker for their voyages, but how that translated onto land was a mystery, one she didn't truly care about.

What she was sure of, was the anticipatory gleam in her daughter's eyes. Even more so than working with the Dragon Bank, when she talked of her intentions there was an air of unrestrained anticipation. She couldn't bring herself to try to convince her husband to forbid Elaena from going just to help take care of her siblings. Alicent would just have to try and keep all five of them happy without her. This would impact her ability to stay abreast with the important court gossip, but it would not be very long. She would just have to endure the distraction with grace.

"That is all I can ask." She kissed her daughter on the cheek and said, "And you will be careful, yes? Don't fly too fast. If it is storming, you wait it out instead of being hasty."

"I'm always careful, mother."

***

Racallio Ryndoon of Tyrosh had led the effort to finally oust the Seven Kingdoms from the Stepstones. With the newfound help of their Dornish allies it had been going well. Daemon and his damned dragon were the only true impediment. They had attempted counter measures, and they worked to an extent, but every attack, defense, or operation had to take the massive monster into account. When some internal matter in the Seven Kingdoms caused him to leave the Stepstones, Racallio knew that the Stepstones were as good as won.

Immediately the lack of a dragon proved their foe's undoing. Yet, they were tenacious. The Sea Snake had hired mercenaries, some of which were quite good and used to fighting against Tyrosh, and the other members of the Triarchy. However, even that wealthy house could not compete in the long run. Eventually coin ran low, and the end drew nigh.

Then the Sea Snake himself arrived. The man had seen more than six decades of life, and was still a formidable fighter. A charismatic leader who rallied his house and counterattacked in surprising ways. Once more the inevitable defeat of Westerosi forces was delayed. But even Lord Velaryon would not be enough.

Sadly, it was clear that Velaryon knew it as well, and so the man summoned his son, a dragonrider, to the warfront. Seasmoke was a lesser threat compared to the great Caraxes, but still a profound danger. Scorpions now needed to be positioned more carefully before any major action on the island holdings. They only needed one lucky shot and it would be enough to take down the dragon and break the morale of their enemies.

The dragon was staying close to Corlys. They would show their forces and threaten the island and the ships anchored nearby. However, it was no true attack, and they would be ready to retreat into the battery of a dozen scorpions on the cliffs of the easternmost isle. There was no guarantee those massive bolts could hit the dragon, but there was a chance. And the longer the dragon pursued, the odds rose.

Meanwhile, the second force that he would be leading which included the Dornish sea captains would be completing an all-out attack on the other islands still held by House Velaryon. They would massacre those defenders in the largest two-pronged assault in years. Whether or not Seasmoke fell today did not matter for this battle. The losses would be immense and hopefully the damned stubborn fool known as the Sea Snake would finally realize his house could not defeat the Triarchy.

Some of his ships would take the vessels docked at the island, so that their foes couldn't flee. The rest would storm the small keep and the camps on the isle. That plan had been good, and Racallio was shocked to see the silvery dragon descend upon his men. Laenor had picked the right time to strike, right as most of the men had offloaded to shore. White flames scorched them as the dragon strafed them. He had seen dragons do that before, but not for such a continuous motion. So many of the men ashore suffered burns, with many outright dying in agony.

Archers took up their bows and shot at the dragon, but the beast was already gaining altitude and the shafts could not reach it. The dragon did not circle back down to them, instead it descend toward the vessels about to engage the enemy ships. Most of the ships mounted at least one scorpion; it was a necessity when dealing with Targaryens.

Seasmoke descended again and the crews let loose arrows and crossbow bolts. They deflected off the scales of the dragons and white flames alighted the first two ships. On his own vessel watching from a somewhat safe distance, he bellowed orders to turn his ships so that their own mounted scorpions would be facing in the likely direction if Ser Laenor came this way.

How did he know now was the time to leave his father's side? Do we have a traitor in our inner circle?

This was a setback, but only that. If Laenor wasn't with his father, then the Sea Snake would be vulnerable. And even here, he had hundreds of archers and crossbowmen and each ship mounted a scorpion. Racallio grimaced in frustration as another pass of the dragon set two more ships on fire. The dragonrider was wary about which direction to descend upon the vessels, and the scorpions could not get within the proper arc.

The Velaryon vessels began advancing, seeking to take advantage of the disarray and confusion. Outnumbered though they were, their men did not have to worry about a dragon descending from the skies. Racallio nervously realized he had a dangerous decision to make. He still had overwhelming numbers; he could commit his personal force. Eventually the dragon had to tire, eventually it would make a mistake, or one of his men would get lucky. He had dozens of ships and thousands of men between his fleet and the Dornish.

"Sound the call! All hands, stand ready for the onslaught. I want our vessels spread wide, yet poised to shield each other with our scorpions. We are not letting the Velaryon's hold the isle, every ship of theirs is destined for the bottom of the sea!"

Failninjaninja · Saturday at 1:34 AM

Special thanks to @MARch_Of_Time for proofreading!

Chapter 10

"In Japan, they say that if you speak of the future, malevolent gods laugh… but even as someone who doesn't believe in malevolent gods, I see merit in the idea that there is a limit to human knowledge and foresight." -From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 6

Laenor had only been in the Stepstones for a week. His open, and Elaena's secret arrival had already turned the tide. He wasn't sure if the return of a dragon had demoralized their foe, but they were making rapid gains. Two more islands had fallen, and on one of the main ones the enemy had given up their camps and had returned to the caves, much like the Crabfeeder had done in years past.

His father had summoned him to discuss the next assault. While happy with the progress, Laenor was worried about Elaena. Since Laenor spent most of the time with Corlys, or flying about nearby out of his father's sight, there wasn't a good opportunity to reconvene and see how she was.

"Father, you summoned me?"

Corlys Velaryon, the legendary Sea Snake, rose from his seat.

"You've made the Triarchy and Dorne run off like frightened rabbits. My men report victory on every front." The older man laughed. "Where was this a few years back? I'm no dragonrider, but our foes are falling apart. Explain it to me."

"Ah, well, Seasmoke is larger, and I'm more experienced. The men here may have had much less experience dealing with dragons, we don't know how many are veterans from the conflict from years ago."

Corlys nodded, "I see. Tell me Laenor, do you think me a fool?"

Laenor froze. "Father?"

"Who is the other dragonrider?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"Do not lie to the face of your father. I know you. You are brave, but you are not daring. If called upon to do so, you would charge a battlement without a dragon, but you wouldn't come up with that plan on your own volition." Corlys moved out from behind the table to approach Laenor. "It isn't within you to burn thousands of men day and night without cessation. Especially when I know damn well that you were asleep on this very vessel the same night my men report a dozen enemy vessels sinking to dragon fire."

"Father…"

"Shall I continue? Is my son the man to personally find Racallio Ryndoon, sever his head, fly to Tyrosh, and deposit it off at their gates in the dead of night? As I said, you are brave, but that sort of daring is more Daemon's flavor than yours. Only that was not Caraxes. Who is the other dragonrider?"

Laenor felt sick. Elaena had done what? The enemy fleets sunk? Thousands dead? How? And why had Elaena flown at night when it was much riskier. Let alone flown to Tyrosh!? Was she working with his men to find this Racallio? Leanor was familiar with the name from when his father had briefed him of who their foes were, but how did Elaena know? He had a thousand questions, but his father was demanding an answer. Which meant he did not know it was Elaena, which surprised him, because there were only a couple of dragons that were similar to Seasmoke's coloring.

Perhaps his mind shies away from such a ridiculous idea that the King's daughter of 1 and 10 has come to the battlefield and made it her domain. If he does not suspect, perhaps I can befog the waters.

"Father, I have pledged my word of honor to the other dragonrider, and given that we have prospered with his assistance, it would be amiss of me to betray that trust."

His father narrowed his eyes. Laenor continued to throw up smoke.

"Remember, father, the blood of the dragon does not always fall within the bonds of matrimony. There are many eggs that are lost to the Cannibal, but who can say how many have survived and flown elsewhere? I will tell you this true, upon my love for you and mother, revealing the other dragonrider will end the assistance that is being provided."

"You play a dangerous game, Laenor. Perhaps I was wrong about your daring, first with your wife's children and now with a rogue dragonrider that the realm knows not of."

Laenor felt a stab of panic. "My children?"

"Oh, Seven Hells, do you really do think I'm already in my dotage? I have sailed beyond the Jade Gates. I have been north beyond the Wall. No one else but I and my crew from Westeros has seen Nefer. And you think mine eyes that have seen more of this world than any five nobles of the Seven Kingdoms combined cannot see the truth when it is laid bare before me? The arrogance of youth."

Laenor opened his mouth to speak then stopped. What could he say?

"If what you say is true, why not say something? Why not do something?" Laenor asked.

Corlys returned to his seat and sat down.

"Do you think I care so much of blood over my name? I will go down in history as the Sea Snake, the man infamous for the nine voyages, the man who built High Tide with his own back. The man who wed the Queen who never was. The man who will have a grandson sit atop the Iron Throne. In two hundred years, will claims of bastardry matter? One day the blood of my fathers will reunite with the line of Rhaenyra. I intend to see House Velaryon so powerful that even generations from now, it will be the Targaryens who seek this house's favor!"

His father smiled at him. "Your mother and I do care for you; we would see you happy. Exposing you to the King would do incalculable damage to you personally, and to my house. Does that satisfy your curiosity, my son?"

"Aye, father. It does."

"Good. The enemy has suffered catastrophic losses, the survivors have picked up the old tactic of hiding in the caves. This time, we will flush them out and end this once and for all. After the massacres at sea, I suspect Dorne will have had enough of this war."

"Massacres?"

Corlys laughed. "Your fellow dragonrider is thorough. I suppose one can't take prisoners while riding a dragon."

Laenor felt queasy once more. What in the Seven Hells had he unleashed?

***

Otto Hightower was displeased with the news from the Stepstones. His brother, Horbert, the head of House Hightower, was clearly feeling a stronger emotion than 'displeased.'

"How? House Velaryon was on the verge of fiscal ruin! Their fleets were no longer engaged in trade; they were supplying men and food to the Stepstones. Their war galleys had suffered significant losses, and they had gone into debt to finance mercenaries. The Lannisters and our own house would soon be wealthier than those over-proud Valyrian bastards."

"The answer, as it always does, comes down to dragons. I suspect in their desperation, Laenor unleashed dangerous heroics that would otherwise not be risked. The reports indicate he is Aegon reborn, launching attack after attack on dragonback, at all hours of the day."

This was a problem. Otto was not worried about his brother's obsession with being richer than his peerage, but of the wars to come. He had thought Daemon would be the greatest threat on dragonback, but it seems that Laenor would be just as deadly, despite riding a smaller dragon.

"Well, is there anything we can do?"

"To prevent the defeat of the Triarchy and Dorne? Nothing. There are steps we should take however. I will be travelling to King's Landing to visit my daughter and grandchildren. I hope to speak with the King and rekindle our friendship, such as it was. Soon I intend to remove Lyonel Strong, and once that takes place, I have hopes to become the Hand once more. He is limited in options at this point. Were he wiser, he would place Rhaenyra as Hand."

"A woman, as Hand?"

Otto nodded, "Yes, you find it an absurdity, and yet her being Queen and ruling would be a greater one in your eyes. Getting the realm ready for it by having her be Hand would be the ideal way to convince others, nonetheless with her often on Dragonstone, it won't happen. Daemon is still exiled. Corlys would be a good choice as well, but he might not even accept, given the Crown's refusal to aid him in the war with the Triarchy. And Viserys hides it, but he has his pride as well."

Horbert bit into some peppered mutton and made an agreeable sound.

"You as Hand again will be good. With Rhaenyra not even in King's Landing she won't be able to gainsay your moves. When will you rid us of our current Hand?"

"When the opportunity arises. An unexpected ally will provide the means, but the timing needs to be done with caution. I first need to ensure I am back in the King's good graces."

"Keep me informed, the Lannisters are just as wroth as I am."

Otto inclined his head, though his thoughts were already moving on to something else. The faction of the princess was simply too powerful in the currency that matters most, dragons. Dragons were not invincible, but their prowess made bringing one low nearly impossible. If war broke out between the 'Blacks' and his own faction, the 'Greens,' it would be a massacre. Save for Sunfyre, a youngish dragon, they had no dragons. However, the weakness was the riders themselves. Kill the rider, and the dragon was no longer an issue.

Daemon, Laena, Laenor, Rhaenyra, and Rhaenys, were several of you to die in a coordinated strike at the right time… the odds could shift. Especially if more of my grandchildren had dragons at that juncture.

It was not easy to assassinate multiple individuals, some of whom had Kingsguard protection. But even if only some of the assassinations proved successful, it could be enough. Otto wondered if the normally prohibitive price of one of the Faceless Men could be decreased if the target did significant business with the Bank of the Dragon. Surely Braavos would want to see misfortune fall on those who turned from the Iron Bank. Across the whole of the world, none were better at killing than Faceless Men. The problem is that the cost associated rose with the importance of said target. Someone like the heir to Driftmark would be far outside the realm of possibility, at least normally.

He would send one of his sons to Braavos and discuss it with the keyholders there. Discretion was vital and could be counted on. If they refused to ease the cost, he would have to deal with other assassins and cutthroats. There were always options. In the interim, he would begin placing some of his people in Driftmark and Dragonstone. It would be a product of years for his people to gain any real proximity to potential targets, but he had time. Viserys was never the healthiest of men, but he did not seem to be deteriorating rapidly. There was time.

It would also be good to consider fostering one of my grandchildren here in Oldtown. Best not to put all our eggs in one basket.

***

Helaena always knew Dreamfyre would be hers. It was one of her most common dreams. Ever since she could remember, she had dreams that would come true, but she also had dreams that didn't come true. She dreamt of family, she dreamt of dragons, and she dreamt of death. The world was an odd and delightful place at times; she knew she was different in how she perceived it, but seeing and feeling in her waking moments was intense and mostly pleasant.

She refrained from telling people of her dreams, because they didn't make sense. She saw her younger brother Aemond, older with only one eye. Yet she also dreamed of him even older, with two eyes. How is such a thing possible? Could she condemn a person for what they did in her dreams, when her dreams held conflicting images? Even worse, she oft knew not the context of the situation, and she knew she forgot much of what she beheld.

Dreamfyre, her Dreamfyre, was always there. In no dream did she ever see her dragon bond with any other. Even her name spoke of the rightness of being bonded to her. And now the time had come, and she could not keep a smile from her face. It was exciting. She knew her mother fretted over it. It was painful to her to see such heavy emotions such as fear on her mother's face. Better to distract herself with seeing a little creature crawl up the wall, or to put to sketch her thoughts.

Her big sister Elaena would be with her. That wasn't necessary, but it was nice. She liked Elaena, she was mild and never fierce with her feelings. It was like being next to a still and clear lake. Her brothers were stormy water with tides and maelstroms, but not Elaena. Even her smiles did not stir the waters.

Elaena was reminding her of the phrase in the old language. She wanted to tell her it wasn't necessary, that she already knew she would be bonded without issue, but it was easier just to nod. Elaena was a tranquil lake, but sometimes rocks fell from the sky and disturbed even the stillest waters. In her dreams, Elaena could be terrifying. She hoped some of those dreams were the false ones.

They entered the Dragonpit. It was cozy and warm. Helaena thought it would be nice to nap here. She scanned the area for any little creatures of interest. The little ones always interested her. Unlike their larger furry counterparts, they never expressed anything but industriousness. Painting them was soothing and she had Elaena to thank for introducing it to her. She saw none them here though, so she followed the Dragonkeepers to where Dreamfyre made lair.

"She's normally docile, princess, but your brother failed to bond with her, so caution is warranted."

Helaena nodded slightly. "He is of the sun and I am of dreams."

There, that should explain things.

Only it never seemed to do so. It was irksome, but feelings of confusion, when not tinged with fears, were not so fierce as to bother her. She advanced and Dreamfyre approached. The Dragonkeepers were nervous, which made Helaena discomfited, but upon sight of the pale blue dragon, her worries ceased.

Dreamfyre ducked her head and advanced again. Helaena reached out her hand and Dreamfyre closed the last of the distance, carefully and slowly. With a laugh of glee, the young girl hugged the face of Dreamfyre.

"Well done, sister. Do you feel the bond between you two?"

"I do, I want like to take her flying now."

"This may be premature," one Dragonkeeper spoke, "perhaps visiting a few more days in succession to ensure you are well acquainted and that she listens to you would be best."

Helaena wanted to fly, but she didn't want to argue. That sort of fierceness bothered her. But she really wanted to fly. Dreamfyre stretched her wings and let out a soft screeching hiss.

"My sister and her dragon are of one mind; she will fly today," Elaena spoke. Her voice was as placid as the still lake, yet firm.

"As you say," the man relented.

Dreamfyre followed her out of the Dragonpit. Elaena ensured the saddle and chains binding her to it were secured properly. And then Dreamfyre soared. Helaena felt as if her heart could burst, for this was the most magical and wondrous experience of her life. She could see clearly in all directions. On the ground she saw people transformed into the most delightful of small creatures. It was incredible and exhilarating.

She flew and flew, but knew her sister was waiting for her to finish, so she let Dreamfyre know to descend. It wasn't a command, or word, she just felt it and Dreamfyre did so. Upon landing Elaena approached and smiled. This smile was not like most of her other ones, this one showed that the mild lake was not always perfectly still.

"Enjoyable, I take it?"

"Yes, it was incredible."

"We will have to go flying together sometime. Aegon can join us and I can show you some tricks."

Elaena could. If her dreams about Elaena were true… no she wouldn't think about it. Helaena knew not all her dreams were true. Until shown otherwise, she would just assume most of the ones with Elaena in them were false.

Please let them be false.

***

Despite the good news on having one of his daughter's eggs hatching, Daemon found himself frustrated. Even the hatchling served as a reminder of his brother and the slights he had made against him. Viserys had been quite clear in his message. Daemon was to be exiled from the Seven Kingdoms, he, and any children he sired, were stripped from the succession, and they would not be given any dragon eggs. The last seemed even pettier than normal, for what had Baela and Rhaena done to his brother to deny them their heritage as dragonriders?

Fortunately, some of his family still cared for him. His niece, Rhaenyra, had brought two eggs for the twins. These were from her dragon Syrax. Laena and Daemon had agreed that they would claim these eggs came from a clutch Vhagar had produced. Daemon knew there was no scrap of parchment on Old Valyria that spoke of old dragons not being able to lay eggs. This was probably because it was obvious to all… but nonetheless the lie would be easy.

Laena found him sulking. "Daemon, there you are. Can you believe it? A dragon hatching so soon after the babe was born. The egg breaking in the light of the moon, 'tis is a good omen."

Daemon kissed his wife and nodded in agreement.

"I am happy for that, yet I cannot forget that if my brother had his way, my daughters would be dragon-less."

"Daemon, you know he will come around eventually. We did get married without his leave or my parent's leave. Rhaenyra says there are dozens of rumors of how the Rogue Prince has once again bucked tradition and done as he wills."

Daemon frowned. "I'm fond of tradition. I honor my family and my house by marrying some of pure Valyrian stock. I have always believed we need to keep our blood pure and keep to the old ways."

"You are just being argumentative now, my love. We will return to Westeros one day; we will find good matches for our children. In the meantime, we should celebrate what joys we have. Each other, our beautiful daughters, a new hatchling, and my brother's safe return from the Stepstones."

Daemon kept his features calm. He had no quarrel with Laenor, but it galled him that the man was now covered in glory that rightfully should be his. He would probably hate him were it not for him being Laena's brother and for their prior battles together. The young man at the time had looked to him for guidance and followed orders to the letter, never faltering when given a role for him and Seasmoke.

"Yes, a great victory. I still find it peculiar how it was won. The Triarchy was dangerous enough, but with Dorne allying with them? Their fortunes were reversed so swiftly, it beggars belief."

Laena pursed her lips, "Hmm, I do not know. Laenor can be single-minded when he has set his will to something. It does seem odd, you've fought there for years in the past, what do you think happened?"

Daemon shrugged, "I do not know. I suspect the Dornish command insisted on some foolish stratagem and the Triarchy agreed out of desire for additional men and ships. Perhaps they massed together and were easy meat for a dragon. Or there was infighting and they are now saving face. It matters not, to Ser Laenor goes the glory and the fame."

"Is that why you are in this mood? That your contributions were made to seem lesser?"

"Many things make up my mood, but aye, it is one. Were it not for me, your father would have never launched the war against the Crabfeeder. I may not have been there for the final battle, but were it not for me the Stepstones would not be in his hands."

Laena embraced him from behind, letting her lovely arms wrap around his chest.

"You shouldn't worry about what lesser men say. You are the rider of Caraxes, wielder of Dark Sister, and the brother of a King, and the blood of Old Valyria. Men do not think little of you, they fear you. The great and the powerful whisper against you for that reason.

Daemon was reminded how pleasing his second marriage was turning out. Laena understood his greatness, and she was of higher purity than even his niece, and certainly more so than the Hightower whore. It was no small thing that she was a stunning beauty either, far more so than the bronze bitch who was plain. The marriage reaffirmed his worldview. If you desired something, you had to take it, not wait for it to be given to you. Had he asked his brother and Laena's father for the match, he would have never married her.

"You are right, Laena. I should not let this mood overtake me. I am married to you, have two daughters, and ride a dragon. But mark my words, if my brother does not see reason, none will stop me from returning to Westeros."

***

Viserys had mixed feelings on the resolution of the Stepstones matter. It was good for Westeros, and Beesbury was pleased there was no longer a risk of default from House Velaryon. He was also gladdened to know that his good-son returned safely. And yet… Corlys would be even more overweening with pride.

His uncharitable mood was likely the result of the resumption of the pains in his joints. The Grand Maester said that his condition could be exacerbated by different issues, such as stress over the business the Stepstones and the day-to-day concerns that required his attention. The pains were subsiding a bit, perhaps it was because he forced himself to walk with Elaena now that she had returned from her astronomical work with the Citadel. Mellos had been rather excitable about the subject; that was rare for the somber old Grand Maester to behave, so Viserys could only conclude his talented daughter had accomplished something useful again.

A knock interrupted his musings, and his former Hand was ushered into his presence.

"Your Grace," Otto bowed his head.

"Ah, Otto, it has been too long. I understand you wished to see your daughter and grandchildren. A fine thing; nothing is more important than family."

"Indeed, Your Grace, and to see you as well. It has been far too long, my friend."

Viserys smiled. Save for one or two occasions, Otto had always given wise counsel.

"It has, I find time slips further and further away as I age. When did we two grow so old as to have seen our children bear children? Come have a cup with me. I've a bottle of aged spiced honey wine I should not finish myself."

"I will gladly take a cup, my King."

They each took a swallow and both agreed it was good. Viserys asked about what Otto was doing in Oldtown and how his family was.

"I've been advising my brother and overseeing my nephew's education. It is one of the reasons I've come to King's Landing. I would like to have one of my grandchildren fostered in Oldtown. Daeron is young still, but my daughter writes that she has her hands full with so many children."

Viserys stroked his chin for a moment in thought. While Elaena had been away, Alicent had grown frustrated with her children and the attention they needed. Much of Elaena's time was spent attending to, playing with, and teaching her siblings. Alicent's children loved their half-sister and hung on her every word. Gone for weeks, the children had driven his poor wife to distraction.

"I approve of this, and I can understand the desire to be close to at least one of your grandchildren."

"Thank you, Your Grace. We will of course bring him to visit and claim a dragon, I know how important it is for the children. I was delighted to hear that my granddaughter bonded with Dreamfyre. How is Aegon handling having his little sister ride a larger dragon?"

Viserys honestly didn't know. He shrugged. "He's made no complaint to me on it."

"That's good, I'm pleased to see Aegon has more control these days. The prince drove my daughter to distraction."

Viserys chuckled. "Children will be children, but it all turns out for the best in the end. When young mothers deal with their first child they don't quite know what to do. Alicent has experience now, and is wiser herself."

Otto nodded. "I hear you also have two nieces."

"Daemon… my brother is so often a thorn in my flesh. Corlys wrote to me as well, saying that his daughter would not return without him, and that I should lift the exile."

Viserys was curious to see what his old Hand would suggest. He was surprised by Otto's response.

"It would not be my place to say, Your Grace. Daemon and I often butted heads, and I cannot trust any counsel that comes from me to be as unbiased as it should be."

The King smiled at his old friend. Otto was a man of principle and honor; he was lucky to have had him at his side for so long.

"Very well, to happier tidings then. It is still a few weeks away, but Elaena's 12th name day is approaching. Would you like to stay for the festivities? She has an interesting idea of holding contests for those unknighted and allowing the winners to become knighted."

"An interesting notion, did she say why?"

"She did, she said it would make those who wish to raise their station in the world try harder and will generate goodwill with the small folk. Elaena suggested that it not be a common event, but once or twice a year on special occasions. I've given some thought to even giving them a moniker such as the Knights of Victory, which is similar to her dragon's name."

"For such an event, I would gladly stay and celebrate. She will soon be experiencing her moon's blood. Have you made any plans for her hand?"

Viserys gave Otto a smile. "She wishes to have the same choice as Rhaenyra, to be allowed to choose. How could I deny Aemma's second daughter what I granted her first? She will begin searching out a husband on her 15th name day, and have a betrothal in place when she is six and ten."

Otto took another swallow of wine. "I've always admired your love for your family, Viserys, you are not just a good King, but a good father."

The two fell into further genial conversation, and Viserys made a mental note to encourage Otto to visit King's Landing more regularly.

***

At first, Alicent had been happy to see her father visit King's Landing. He was a stabilizing influence, and had always known what to do. He looked hale and as dignified as always. Unfortunately, the task he set before her was not pleasant. She would never deny Viserys his rights as a husband, but she had not initiated contact. Due to his recent joint pains, he had not been in the mood of late, and that had been a great relief. Her father had been shockingly direct.

"Every child you bear has the potential to be a dragonrider. It is not just for the immediate succession after the King dies, but to secure your son's reign and his children's reign afterwards. We now have Sunfyre and Dreamfyre, the Blacks still have far more."

"I have borne him five children. This surpasses what most ladies can boast of."

"I see. So, your son's reign should be less secure, because you have already 'done enough,' is that what you mean to say?"

"No, I…" Alicent couldn't think of what to say. Couldn't think how to articulate her fears and her frustrations with having to go through another pregnancy.

"No? Then do your duty. Entice him. Viserys should be easy to entice. Get wine in him in necessary. Bring more dragonriders into the world. It is your duty, daughter."

Alicent bowed her head to hide her grimace. "Yes, father."

"On to other matters, you need to help make sure the Velaryons do not grow too strong. The Sea Snake controlling the Stepstones will enrich their house. The stronger they are, the more dangerous Rhaenyra will be."

"But what can I do?"

"Among your court ladies you can spread rumors, talk of how you are cross that stories have reached your ears of Corlys boasting that he need no help from the crown to do anything, nor to ask permission. Speak of how he has recently once more besmirched the King's grandsire for making the foolish choice of passing over his wife."

That would be easily done, the ladies of the court were all 'Greens' at this point. Those loyal to Rhaenyra had gone to Dragonstone with her.

"Are they true?"

"Perhaps, but that is irrelevant. I want the entirety of the court and the Small Council fully convinced of Corlys slighting the King. The Sea Snake has always been ridiculously puffed up, so long as the lie is believable it may as well be the truth."

"I can do this, father."

"Of course you can, I will likely have further instructions before I depart."

"You are staying then, for Elaena's name day tourney and contests?"

"Yes, Elaena is proving herself to be a brilliant girl."

Alicent swelled with pride, she had done well by her daughter of the heart.

"I could not help but notice that she does not wear your colors at court."

Not everyone always wore green or black, that would be a bit much. They typically would, or at least allow some of that color into outfits. Elaena never did so, outside of the occasional wearing of a gift that Alicent or Rhaenyra would give her. And on those occasions, she was sure to wear the other colors as part of it. It was clearly a deliberate act, and one that Alicent thought was due to her desire to avoid political intrigue. She was young, and that made sense.

"She does not wear black either, father. She's too young for such intrigues."

Otto gave her a scathing look. "Don't play the fool."

Alicent began to reply but was interrupted.

"Alicent, by not making a choice she's making choice. Yet, you are the one she resides with. She is around your children frequently. She should be on your side, make it happen."

Alicent felt a pit in her stomach. She did not want make her daughter choose. It was unfair. Elaena had a giving heart and was charitable to all, to force her into the intrigues of court was foul. And there was the nagging suspicion in Alicent's mind that Elaena may not choose her. Elaena regularly flew with her sister, both when Rhaenyra was in King's Landing and now on Dragonstone. Targaryens shared queer bonds with their family members.

She does fly with Aegon and Helaena though.

"You are quiet, Alicent. What did I say that was unclear?"

Her fingers twitched and pushed and her nails pressed against each other and her cuticles.

"I… I don't want to push her. It can wait until she is older."

Her father stood up. "Again, you sacrifice your son's future for short term concerns over comfort. I thought I had raised you better than that."

Alicent struggled not to sob.

"N-no, it isn't like that father. I just, I just don't know what to say."

Otto turned back to her. "Then find the words, you are not incapable, you are my daughter. Act like it."

Alicent watched her father's departure and felt nauseated to her core. She hated disappointing him; she had ever strived to be the dutiful daughter, like she was expected to be. Seven help her, she had no inkling of how to even bring it up with Elaena. However, she knew she had to try.

Failninjaninja · Saturday at 1:35 AM

A very special thank you to @MARch_Of_Time for proofreading and speech work!

Chapter 11

"People who do good work need to be given commensurate rewards. Another way you could look at it is that money is the truest sign of faith and sincerity. As a concept or an ideology for structuring a society, it's perfectly reasonable." -From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 10

"I intend to arrive a week prior to Elaena's name day tourney. I want time to convince my father to undo the exile of Daemon," Rhaenyra told her husband.

"Do you think he will listen to you?"

"Father always listens, whether he does as I ask is something I am unsure of. But I will be enlisting my sister to aid me in convincing him."

Laenor's smile turned sickly. That was the third time he'd reacted that way when she mentioned Elaena. What was wrong with him?

"Laenor, did my sister badger you about the children again?"

Laenor looked momentarily flummoxed. "What? Why do you ask?"

"Every time I mention my adorable little sister, whom I love very much, you look as if you've eaten spoiled bread. What is going on?"

Laenor looked pained. "Rhaenyra, your sister knows about the children's parentage. It just makes me nervous."

She narrowed her eyes at him. There was more there, but she didn't wish to argue. Elaena was growing up fast, and she sometimes forgot that knowing secrets and having the King's ear made people nervous. What was odd to her though, was that Elaena had always treated Laenor kindly. The three of them enjoyed many dragon races on Dragonstone. Why Laenor was suddenly worried about it was beyond her.

Laenor had come back from the war a somewhat changed person. He did not like to talk about what he had done in the Stepstones, even though he was looked at in awe these days. It wasn't as if it was his first time riding Seasmoke and killing enemies. The scale, of course, was on another level, but still, once you've killed a hundred, would a thousand truly be that different or difficult? They were still close, but Laenor did not wish to discuss the matter.

She shrugged. He would eventually get over it. The court in King's Landing no doubt would expect a conquering hero. One who radiated confidence, and right now Laenor was not that. She'd work with him on it. In truth she was not worried. He could have been a mummer were he not a lord; he may not feel confident, but he could fake it.

Rhaenyra had much to look forward to. It was always a joy to see her sister again, and she missed her father as well. Returning with Laenor's triumphs would put a damper on Alicent's faction in the court. The lords of Westeros were easily swayed by who they thought was more powerful. As well, while Dragonstone employed a number of excellent cooks, but King's Landing had the best in the realm, and her mouth watered just thinking of what spectacular feasts there would be.

Even more importantly, Ser Harwin would be there. He'd done his duty and now had an heir for Harrenhal. Rhaenyra was not looking forward to meeting his wife, but she would endure it if it meant being able to be held by his strong arms again.

She also dearly wished her father to forgive Daemon. Rhaenyra had spoken with Ser Harwin about how it would only be fair if she had the opportunity to have a bit of bliss when he was not around, since he had a wife too. Harwin had understood and not begrudged her that. Lately, the memory of when Daemon had been with her was intoxicating. When Harwin was around she didn't think of it, but when he was not… temptation loomed. She would of course speak with Laena first, but they had been friends and if she was happy with Daemon, surely, she was of the adventurous sort. Laena had always been free-spirited as long as Rhaenyra had known her.

The journey to King's Landing had gone smoothly and she had brought all three of her children with her. Jacaerys was five, Lucerys had just turned four, and Aenar would soon be two. Her father was delighted to see her and showed her joy at seeing his grandchildren again. Rhaenyra smiled fondly at Viserys sitting on the Iron Throne and holding Jace in his lap, telling him how he would one day rule all the Seven Kingdoms.

Elaena was pleased to see her as well, and as soon as she could find a quiet moment alone with her, they talked.

"Elaena, I have a favor to ask of you."

"What is it, sister?"

"Laenor misses his sister, I think it would be good if she returned to Westeros. But that necessitates Daemon returning as well. I had hoped you could help me convince father to let bygones be bygones. I want to fly Syrax next to Vhagar again. Father is often even more generous on name days, if you ask it of him as your name day gift, I am sure he will relent."

Elaena blinked, clearly surprised at the request.

"Daemon has done much to buck father's authority. It isn't good for there to be no consequences for those types of actions."

Rhaenyra frowned. Elaena was always willing to help in the past, why the reluctance here?

"Is that Laena's fault? Doesn't she deserve to be home and speak with her brother, and parents?"

"Well, yes, it is her fault as well. I'm not unsympathetic to the desire to marry who one wishes to, but the circumstances are quite poor. Daemon killed her betrothed and then flew off with her with neither the King's nor Laena's father's permission."

"Elaena! They were in love and it was a good match. At one point father was thinking of marrying Laena, if she was good enough for a King, she's good enough for the King's brother."

"My comment was not an indication there was something wrong with Laena's lineage or her person, only that they did not go about it the way we do things as nobility."

"So? It is the King's prerogative to forgive that bypass. If your concerns are political instead of familial, now is the right time because it can also be viewed as a favor to Laenor for his valor in the Stepstones."

Elaena kept her face impassive. "Yes, it is our father's prerogative, but it still sends a poor message to the realm. Now, had Daemon done something to show contrition, such as assist the realm against the Triarchy, that would be something else. But how has Daemon sought to make amends?"

"He shouldn't need to! He's family! I've written to Laena and she's happy with him. They have beautiful twin daughters who deserve to be in Westeros. Did you know Corlys and Rhaenys have yet to see the babes?" Rhaenyra's voice was getting elevated and frustration was clear upon her features.

"Sister, please, we are having a discussion, there is no need to get angry."

"No need to get angry?" She yelled, "You are talking about putting court intrigues over family. Over your sister. Has Alicent been whispering poison in your ears? Has she tried to draw you into her filthy plots?"

Rhaenyra's sister looked at her placidly and then lowered her eyes.

"If it is important to you, I will speak with father."

Rhaenyra gave a sharp nod, and then felt some tension fall from her body. A wave of guilt surged within her for screaming at her sister. She hadn't meant to do that, but the thought of Alicent pulling her sister into political scheming and plots sickened her. She approached her sister and enveloped her in a hug.

"I'm sorry I yelled Elaena, but family is important. Nothing is more important. You are not yet wise to the ways of the world, and you mustn't ever let other voices in the court come between us."

Elaena's eyelid twitched, and Rhaenyra cursed herself. Her baby sister was struggling not to cry; she never wanted to make Elaena cry. But her sister was the blood of the dragon, and no tears fell from her blue eyes.

"I will speak with father tomorrow morning; we regularly walk together. I find it is the best time to speak with him, as he has not yet had the cares of the day to wear him down." Elaena replied after mastering herself.

Rhaenyra smiled at her; her sister was so brave. "Thank you, Elaena, I mean it, and I know Daemon and Laena will thank you too."

***

Daemon flew Caraxes around the city three times before landing with his wife and Vhagar. They had not wanted to risk the babes with such a long flight, so they were traveling by vessels and would not make it in time for the tournament. Given their age, it wasn't as if they would remember it anyway.

Laena was already on the ground waiting for him.

"Really Daemon? You are making your brother wait. Was that victory lap necessary?

He smirked at her and kissed her on the lips. "Yes."

After dismounting they were led to the throne room. Daemon saw Rhaenyra smile at him as he entered, and her husband gave a nod in greeting as well. However others were less pleased by his presence. Among them was Otto Hightower and several of the Westerlands lords.

Good, let them look on in futile frustration.

He took a knee and lowered his head; Laena did likewise by his side.

"My brother, and my good-sister," Viserys began. "When I learned that you had wed without either of your house's permission, I was quite wroth. And yet, I was reminded of the importance of family recently. In the spirit of familial bonds and in celebration of my daughters' twelfth name-day I rescind your exile, once more you are Daemon, of the House Targaryen, Prince of the Realm!"

Rhaenyra and her supporters clapped and cheered; Daemon knew that others in the court would clap, but much more softly, and without enthusiasm.

Daemon rose. "Thank you, Your Grace. While they are not here yet due to their age, I ask that you recognize my daughters as part of House Targaryen as well."

Viserys nodded. "Naturally, let it be known that Baela and Rhaena are of the House Targaryen, born under the pact of marriage to Daemon Targaryen and Laena Velaryon."

"Thank you, brother."

After a few other proclamations were made, the court was adjourned. Daemon and his wife greeted Rhaenyra and Laenor. Daemon clasped hands with Laenor.

"Well done in the Stepstones; I taught you the arts of dragon warfare well."

Laenor looked uncomfortable, but nodded. "Seasmoke has missed flying beside Caraxes, perhaps we will have time to soar over the city together while you are here."

Daemon embraced his niece. "Uncle, it is good to see you again. Now that you exile is ended, where will you be staying? Know that you will always be welcome on Dragonstone."

"Laena wishes our daughters to be around their grandparents; for now will reside on Driftmark."

"That is near enough for dragonriders. I am glad you will be close by."

A guard approached and addressed Daemon, "My prince, the King wishes to speak with you alone."

"Ah, duty calls, we have much to discuss. I much look forward to being reacquainted."

Daemon followed the guard and nodded to nobles who addressed him as they passed. It was good to be back in the halls of power. He noted as to where certain lords and ladies stood. He marked out his nephews and nieces. Aegon, Aemond, Daeron, Elaena, Helaena, and little Daenora were clustered around his brother's wife, Alicent Hightower. He met her gaze, openly looked at the children and then smirked at her. Alicent shivered slightly as Daemon walked past her.

They traversed up several stairs and Daemon soon found himself in the room that held the pet project Viserys liked to tinker with. The model city of Old Valyria. As someone who valued the history of their family, he was gladdened to see it, even if he would never have the patience for such tediousness.

"Brother, it has been too long. Please, sit."

"It has been, to what do I owe the honor of a private audience, Your Grace."

Viserys waved his hand. "None of that now. I wished to ask after the health of your daughters and how Laena fares. But also, I wish to be clear on how things stand."

Daemon's lips thinned. He shared that the two babes were on the small side, but healthy. Laena had flown on dragonback and was well.

"One of Vhagar's eggs from her recent clutch has hatched. An auspicious sign. As to how things stand, go on, clarify that for me." Daemon's voice held an edge to it.

Viserys met his eyes. "The court is full of tension of late, and I will not have you brewing a storm for your amusement. You are welcome to visit the court, more than welcome in fact, but you will have no place on my small council. I wanted to make sure I set clear expectations for you."

Daemon bit back a cutting remark. The phrasing of his brother's words was clearly not his own. Which of the small council had his hand up the King's arse for this? Lyonel Strong was no friend, but also was not an enemy. The Lannister prick maybe, or possibly the Grand Maester himself.

"You wound me brother, but 'tis not new." At his brother's tightening features, Daemon held up his hands. "I wish no quarrel. Once my daughters arrive and are presented to you, I will depart for Driftmark."

The King let his features relax. "You've caused more than your share of problems, if you can prove not to spark additional problems for the realm, I will find you lands. Lands that you can rule over and once you have a son, inherit after you. But not until you've proven yourself."

Daemon again struggled to reign in his temper. He had promised Laena to behave, and not embarrass Rhaenyra after she intervened on his behalf, but it was hard. He was Daemon Targaryen, the King's own brother! Mastering himself he forced himself not to react. Knowing himself, he knew he had to get out of this room.

"Thank you, Viserys. Now, if you will excuse me, I had best ensure my armor is ready for the tournament on the morrow."

"You are intending to the ride in the lists?" Viserys asked in surprise.

"I am, there is glory to be won, and it has been too long since I've competed."

"I wish you luck then, brother."

He finally left and once out of earshot slapped his fist into the stone wall. How dare his brother seek to manage him like he was some minor lordling. To be expected to 'behave' like a dog, in order to be rewarded some scrap at his brother's choosing galled him. Daemon knew Otto had no official place on the small council, but him being in King's Landing meant his unique brand of backbiting venom was even now finding fertile ground.

He located the chambers he would be residing in; Laena was already there, along with Rhaenyra and Ser Harwin.

"What did the King want?" Laena asked.

"He wanted to make it clear that my transgressions were forgiven, but not forgotten. And that I needed to earn his trust before I would be granted lands for my family."

Rhaenyra sighed. "Father was extremely upset with you; it was a near thing we were able to convince him at all. But even if he never gives you lands, once I am Queen of the Seven Kingdoms you and all your descendants will want for nothing."

His niece meant well, so he would forgive her the wound to his pride that her statement was.

"On to happier matters, or, hopefully, uncle." Rhaenyra licked her lips and her eyes roved over Daemon's body.

Daemon looked at his wife who was smiling. He looked to Ser Harwin who shrugged.

"Do tell."

"You showed me that the bed was not just for bearing heirs. That a woman could find her pleasure in many ways. What you showed me that night at the pleasure house… I have long desired. And I want it from you. Laena gives her full blessing, and while my beloved Harwin will not be joining Laena and you in my bed together, he understands that I have needs that go unmet when he is at Harrenhal."

Daemon felt his features form into a smile. Laena and Rhaenyra, together? At once? Truly the Gods smiled upon him.

As they should.

***

Alicent felt sick with anxiety. The court was too full of people, too many of whom were her enemies. The way Daemon had looked at her children, she saw the threat in his eyes. It would be Rhaenyra who ordered their deaths, but it would be Daemon who would carry out that command gleefully. His hatred for her father was a burning thing that had lasted over a decade. Only a man as strong as her father could bear the weight of an enmity from a man like the Rogue Prince and not falter.

She knew her father was ever working toward securing his grandchildren's future, and so Alicent would do her part. Her father was right again; it had been easy for her to convince Viserys to join with her at night. It helped that his physical ills had subsided recently. The task was no more joyful than it had ever been, but she took solace in that she was doing this for her children.

Trying to talk to Elaena was more difficult. She still did not know how to go about it the proper way. The one time she had tried since her conversation with her father had borne no fruit. Alicent had been so tentative and awkward that she wasn't sure if Elaena had been confused or had deliberately changed the topic to avoid discussing it. Alicent resolved to try again, but after her Elaena's name-day.

The day of the tournament dawned and there would be several contests. Beyond the normal joust and the normal melee, there would also be a second melee that would be fought only by non-knights. It had been Elaena's idea and she had worked hard to organize it. The winner of that melee would be immediately knighted and given a token from Elaena and be recognized as a "Knight of Victory."

Alicent found the idea charming as had the small folk of King's Landing. The number of entrants to Elaena's event required splitting them up into separate melees in quick succession, and it was quite popular. The King was sitting at the top of the stands, but Elaena was given a central place right below him. Alicent could have sat next to the King, but she and her children opted to sit with name-day princess. The main event, the joust, was nerve-wracking once Daemon took the field. The man unhorsed a hedge knight and two knights of the Kingsguard before being paired with Ser Criston.

"Fascinating coincidence," Elaena spoke softly.

"Why do you say that?"

"I learned the winners of prior tourneys, and twelve years ago those two fought. If I recall, Ser Criston ended up proving the victor in that tournament."

Alicent felt the icy hands of time. Twelve years ago, when Queen Aemma died, when she and Rhaenyra had still been dear friends. How had so much time passed? From her other side she heard her sons arguing on who they think wound win.

"If sister is correct," Aegon said, "Ser Criston should win again."

Aemond shook his head, "I think the Rogue Prince has more to prove. He's hungrier for it, even against the Kingsguard none of his jousts went to a second tilt."

Alicent prayed for Ser Criston's safety, even more so than his victory. Daemon was a vicious killer and if he saw an opportunity, he would gladly slay the younger knight.

"Who do you think will win?" Aegon asked Elaena.

"It will be close, Prince Daemon is riding better today, but Ser Criston makes no errors in his lance placement."

Aemond let out a small laugh, "You have to pick one!"

Elaena looked amused as she eyed her younger brother. "I predict whoever wins will be the victor, for certain. Ser Vaemond Velaryon and Ser Elmo Tully are both also doing well, but there is a noticeable gap between them and the likes of Ser Criston and Prince Daemon. The best of the Kingsguard have already been unhorsed." She gave a slightly theatric sigh, "But if you must press me, I believe Ser Criston's accuracy with the lance and younger age will have a slightly better chance of victory."

Alicent saw Aegon smirk in apparent victory. They all turned to watch the joust. Both knights raced their horses forward and both lances splintered on shields. Both riders kept their seats and were swiftly provided with new lances. Again they crashed, this time, Daemon's lance flicked high, but Ser Criston's shield was brought up enough to shield his face as they crashed together.

The roar from the crowd was reaching a frenzied pitch as two of the most famous knights in all the realm battled. Seven times they splintered lances, and seven times, both remained seated. Viserys stood up and called the fight to a halt.

"Seven tilts are more than sufficient. The crown will decide by judgement has won this bout."

Screams of "Ser Criston" and "Prince Daemon" roared out from the crowd.

"Both rode magnificently. A difficult decision, and one which I think will be best done by my daughter who's name day we are celebrating!"

Alicent saw a look of surprise – and then panic fill out on Elaena's face. It lasted only a heartbeat before she stood and cooly looked over both knights.

"Ser Criston, say Ser Criston won," Alicent whispered to her.

When Elaena spoke, Alicent marveled at her voice's tremendous volume for a frame so slight. It wasn't just how loud it was, but how clear and unwavering. Any earlier alarm at being given this decision had been dispelled.

"Valiant knights, would that I can give you both a victor's crown. It is my judgement that Ser Criston Cole is the winner of this match."

Alicent breathed out a sigh of relief. It wasn't so much about winning a tournament, though that did matter to some, it was that Elaena had listened to her. Had done as she bid. Feeling much better afterwards, she watched the rest of the tilts in a more buoyant mood. Elaena's prediction proved correct. After besting Daemon, none could withstand him and he was crowned the victory.

Alicent saw Ser Criston then ride around the tourney crowds and then presented the wreath of flowers to her, naming her the Queen of love and beauty. It was a gallant gesture, and Alicent found herself slightly flushed at the attention. Aegon and Aemond both cheered loudly along with the masses. She looked at her husband who was smiling brightly down at her and raising his cup of wine in toast to her laurels.

The final melee occurred next and finally it was time for the winner to be knighted. Elaena left the stands to go down personally. Her clarion clear voice again rose up.

"We have a winner, but as I watched the melee, I saw several acts of skill and valor. There are two others who will also be knighted today, having well earned a place beside the victor."

Alicent heard her call out the two names and two more men approached. One had a bandage over his face. Alicent recognized Donnel Wydman, the younger brother of Lord Wydman from the Vale. The other two looked to be common born.

"You three have proven your valor, your steadfastness, and your skill. By dint of your merit, of your own abilities and courage, you will be knighted. You will each be given a saddle, one that will mark you evermore as one of the 'Knights of Victory.'"

Alicent was curious as three mighty horses were led out, each of them bearing a unique saddle. Each saddle looked at once both elegant and fearsome, the victor's being most prominent with intricate wreathing in silver depicting draconic iconography. That alone would have made them extraordinary gifts for a knight, but Alicent saw that there were also upturned metal structures on the back of the saddle that were lined with feathers, the long imposing kind which must've belonged to birds of prey. When looking directly at the front of the horse, they looked like wings.

"These wings represent your talents lifting you aloft to a higher station. Let it be ever that someone's worth and talent be counted as chief among their virtues. Let it be ever that you ride with the same surety and fervor as I feel upon my Viktoriya's wings! On this most wonderous occasion, let it be known to all that you three are the first to soar on these Wings of Victory!" Elaena paused while the crowd took to her speech with joyous and awed cheers, and then looked at the soon-to-be knights. "Who would you have knight you?"

Two chose Ser Laenor, who had not participated in the tournament at all, outside of being a spectator, and the last chose Ser Criston Cole. Laenor's reputation had risen greatly as a warrior. Alicent knew he was a good tournament knight but never one of the greater ones like Criston or Daemon. According to Alicent's father, Laenor's martial glory he had won in the Stepstones was worrisome. What he did as Rhaenyra's husband reflected positively on her and made their tasks more difficult. Just another problem in a seemingly endless slew of them.

***

Laenor had finished dressing for the feast and dance. The culmination of the tournament would have all in their best attire. He wore mostly black, but had a diagonal sash of teal across his torso, showing off the Velaryon colors. A heavy chain of gold adorned his neck and fell to his chest at its endpoint, which was in the shape of a three headed dragon.

His attire matched Rhaenyra's; she wore solid black with tiny rubies sewn all about. Ebon gems clung to her ears and throat. Laenor personally thought wearing so much black was too on the nose and more than a bit gauche. Jace was also in black, but they would leave Luke and Aenar with the servants.

As they were finishing, the guard announced Prince Daemon and Lady Laena who they bade enter. Daemon wore red and black while Laena wore black and blue.

"You look stunning, Rhaenyra," Daemon complimented and embraced her. He and Laenor exchanged nods while Laenor enfolded his sister with a hug.

"We were ready to go, but didn't want to arrive before you two," Laena explained.

Laenor knew Laena did not enjoy court politics. She would much rather be flying Vhagar, admiring the waves, or telling saucy japes. She knew all her courtesies of course; she just despised the backbiting and guarded nature of those interactions. Laenor suspected it was why Daemon had fascinated her. Daemon freely shared his opinion and spoke with a directness that was oft discourteous, but also held biting humor.

"Quite understandable," Rhaenyra replied, "the less time spent with the Queen and her ilk the better. She will try to draw a reaction out of you. Be prepared to keep tempers in check, more than a few toasts to the 'winner' of the tournament will be made simply to needle Daemon."

Daemon snorted, "It wouldn't be an issue if your cunt of a sister knew how to judge a joust."

"Daemon!" Rhaenyra and Laena said in unison.

They looked at each other and Laenor saw them communicate in the silent way women somehow did.

"That is my sister and she is dear to me. This was my father's fault for putting her on the spot. Ser Criston is also the Queen's sworn shield, so she most like sees him daily, while you are a stranger. Do not speak ill of her."

Even as she finished Laena rounded on him. "She's also but two and ten, my love. And a girl, do you think she was taught how to judge jousts? Be reasonable."

Daemon grimaced at the two ladies and then turned to Laenor for support. "Rhaenyra won't bite if you hold an opinion, ser, surely you have feelings about Ser Criston being honored after what he did to your paramour."

In truth, Laenor had been sick with rage, he had even harbored dreams of dueling Ser Criston himself and killing him. Though in the light of day he knew that to be foolish, both for the political impacts and that Ser Criston would likely defeat him. This question about the tournament judgement disturbed him. None of them knew the reality under Elaena's mask.

Laenor cleared his throat. "It is but a tourney; I would not let it sour your perception of your niece. You should let this go Daemon, if they see it angers you, they will use it."

Daemon shook his head. "A dragon does not fear to show his anger when provoked. Do try to remember we are dragonriders and not field mice. But I tire of this discourse, let us find our place in the feast."

Laenor took Rhaenyra's arm and a servant led Jace by the hand. The feast was opulent. There would be twelve main dishes, twelve side dishes, and twelve confections. Much of the food was heavy and rich, which was not to his taste, but the wine was good and the glazed trout would sit well. Rhaenyra had different tastes, and had her fill of every course.

They were seated at the King's table. Laenor could tell that the arrangements irritated her. Alicent sat next to Viserys, and Elaena had been seated next to her, following that were Alicent's other children. Rhaenyra was seated next to Viserys, which meant to converse with Elaena she would have to talk across the Queen. Laenor sat next to his wife, Laena next to him, and Daemon next to her. Jace was seated at one of the smaller tables with the other young children, including Daeron.

The conversation was not as bad as he feared. There were the usual feasting toasts to winners and declarations of 'next time.' To Leanor's discomfort he was also toasted several times. It was also, often, not whom he would have expected. Tyland Lannister praised him for 'freeing the Stepstones from the Triarchy' which on the surface was polite and respectful, but it was subsequent toasts which were more barbed that made him see the truth.

"A toast to Ser Laenor, a man of few tourneys, but many battles. A man who gets things done where others cannot!" This one from Ser Stafford Prester."

"A true dragonrider!"

"The scourge of the Triarchy!"

"With no one to hold him back, he can accomplish anything!"

Laenor glanced at Daemon who was quaffing down cup after cup. Laenor's sister was whispering into his ear and seeking to calm him. The whole mummer's farce was maddening. All this praise for him was undeserved in the first place!

Rhaenyra stood up, "Compliments to the cooks, father, this is the finest table. Have the musicians come and play, it is time for the dance."

Laenor was thankful for the distraction and joined Rhaenyra on the dance floor. A moderately paced number was played at first and they went through the motions with practiced ease. While he felt no lust for Rhaenyra, or any woman, he did enjoy dancing with her.

"Is Daemon going to cause a scene?"

"I hope not," Rhaenyra replied, "this has Otto's hands all over it. He has always known how to needle my uncle. I'll try to distract him."

Laenor nodded, as they finished the number they exchanged partners. Rhaenyra grabbed Daemon, while Laenor took a dance with Falena Celtigar. She was young, but obviously enamored with him and wanted to know about how he saved "the Stepstones and trade itself across the world" with his dragon. He gently set her aside after the dance ended.

As the next number came up, he found himself face to face with Elaena. He blanched as she took his hand.

"Good-brother, its almost as if you aren't happy to see me. I would think the bolstering of your reputation and the safety of your Lord Corlys would put you in a more pleasant mood."

Laenor lowered his voice to barely a whisper. "What were you thinking? How did you…no, one item at a time."

Elaena danced through the number with ease despite their height difference.

"Hardly the time and the place for this, but I would appreciate if you would stop provoking my uncle over the matter."

"What?" Laenor asked dumbfounded.

The princess gave him a deadpan look, and then quietly responded. "Really now? All those toasts right in a row, your standing is secure without your friends constantly raising the point and making comparisons. No, Laenor, don't stress, I'm just as committed to ensuring you take the sole glory over it, just try to understand that your rise can look like someone else's fall in comparison."

Laenor nearly tripped over his feet as the number ended as Elaena released him and turned to dance with Gwayne Hightower. For Laenor's part he was soon approached by another lady of the court and he focused on his steps and words and not on his utter bewilderment from the conversation he just had. The dance spun him to another partner and out of the corner of his eye he saw Elaena and Daemon meet. Warning horns sounded in his head as he saw the two move about the floor.

He directed his dance partner slightly off the proper moves to stay within sight. Daemon was speaking, but Laenor could not hear what was being said. Part of the dance involved grand movements at times where the woman was spun away and then pulled back in. Laenor winced as he saw Daemon practically fling the young girl away from him and then yank her back in forcing a collision with his chest.

Laenor was about to stop his own dance and intervene when Ser Criston stepped.

"Unhand the princess," he commanded.

The music continued to play and only a few dancers realized something was going on. Laenor paused and he and his partner, whose name he could not recall, looked.

Daemon continued to dance, this section had the two partners held more closely, but not as close as Daemon was now holding Elaena. Ser Criston grabbed the King's brother forcefully and Elaena was thrown to the floor as the two briefly struggled.

"Elaena!" Alicent shouted and the music and the dancing stopped.

"Get off of me you lowborn wretch, you made my niece fall."

"What's going on?" Viserys shouted from the table, meat pie still in one hand.

Ser Criston released Daemon and interposed himself between uncle and niece.

"Your Grace," Ser Criston answered, "your brother was hurting the princess."

"I was dancing, the girl was fine until this oaf forced us apart and knocked… knocked her to the ground." Daemon swayed a bit and Laena quickly ran to his side and steadied him.

"Look at her wrist, its red and swelling, your beast of a brother was harming our child!" Alicent accused.

"She got that while… while… fault, fly… falling!"

"My husband in his cups, I assure you he meant no harm," Laena defended.

Viserys walked out from behind the table in a rage. "Fetch the Maester, now!"

"Father, I'm fine," Elaena said while gently pushing Alicent aside as she rose. "Please, I don't wish to disturb the festivities."

Viserys had been advancing on his brother, and then he turned toward Elaena and inspected her arm and her slightly dirtied dress from the fall. Its white and blue coloring made the regular dust from the floor standout. Laenor knew the place would have been cleaned prior to the feast, but so many individuals walking across it made it remaining pristine an impossibility.

Laenor saw the King bend down and touch her face. Laenor looked through the crowd to find Rhaenyra, but couldn't spot here. Where was she?

Gods be good, I can't see Ser Harwin either. Really? Now?

The King and his daughter were talking as more of the Kingsguard came between the parties.

"My daughter does not wish the festivities to be halted, but she will be attended to by a Maester, and only if he grants approval will she return to the feast. In the interim she bids all to be merry and continue the celebration." Viserys then rounded upon Daemon. "Get him away from here."

Laenor stepped in to help his sister, "Yes, Your Grace, we will see him to his quarters and ensure he causes no further trouble."

"It was… wasn't me, brother. It was Cole," Daemon slurred.

Viserys walked away in disgust back to where Alicent and several servants were escorting his daughter. Laenor took most of Daemon's weight on his side and walked him out.

"Sister, go back and try to salvage this farce. Try to cover for Rhaenyra, she's off with Ser Harwin somewhere."

Laena groaned and walked back into the feast hall.

Laenor helped Daemon past one hall and around the bend and then the man straightened up.

"Ah, that's enough we can walk normally back to the room."

Laenor looked at him aghast.

"You aren't drunk?"

"It was watered wine only; acting like you are within your cups is a skill that can be quite useful."

"But why? What was this for? Why would you harm your niece, embarrass my sister, your wife, for what?"

Daemon looked at him. "Why? Because I could. Elaena was not harmed, a light bruise is all the mark I gave her, but she will remember being helpless within my grasp. The court will remember that I am not so easily cowed by any, and with the excuse of being drunk and Ser Oaf potentially being responsible I will face no censure."

Fear and anger gripped Laenor. He grabbed Daemon by his shirt and shoved him against the wall.

"Are you fucking insane? Do not ever lay hands upon Elaena again you reckless idiot!"

Daemon hit the wall with a grunt and then laughed. "Ah, there he is, the dragon who won the Stepstones. I wondered if your manhood only showed itself while atop a dragon."

"Ignore me at your peril, Daemon. Do not touch her again."

Laenor stalked off, dwelling on the sight of thousands of scorched Dornish and Triarchy soldiers. Thinking on the sheer destruction wrought within just a week's time. Daemon did not understand, and could not understand what sort of fire he was playing with.

Failninjaninja · Saturday at 1:35 AM

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Chapter 12

"I'd like to think these false accusations can only go so far. And why me? But as a rule of thumb, I know it's never wise to let things pan out on their own." -From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 1

The prior night had been so wonderful. Being within Harwin's strong arms again had been just the thing she needed. It was even better because his wife had stayed behind in Harrenhal. Harwin's son had a bit of a cough and they had opted not to risk the travel, so she had Harwin all to herself.

Sadly, the morning had proven less enchanting. When she had snuck out with Harwin, she had not realized Daemon was going to cause a scene. Rhaenyra partially blamed herself; she had been so keen to make a wonderful impression on her uncle that she failed to mention Elaena's own contribution to brining him back. She had thought the omission wouldn't matter; Elaena was an intelligent and skilled dragonrider, why wouldn't Daemon take to her? Now the two seemed at odds and it would just be awkward to explain how helpful Elaena had been.

Overindulging had also given her a throbbing head, and she just was not in the mood to play peacekeeper. With a groan she realized she really shouldn't put it off. Elaena could be stubborn about the strangest things, and Daemon could hold a grudge for years. Her maids helped her get dressed, and then she headed toward the floor up. As she passed by Ser Rickard of the Kingsguard, she reached the hall with Elaena's room; she saw Alicent come down it.

"Rhaenyra, so you finally come to check on the wellbeing of your sister. It only took the entire night and half the morning."

"Get out of the way Alicent, I don't wish to bandy words with you this morning."

"I am the Queen, mind your courtesies."

"And I am the heir to the Iron throne! Do not forget you are just a tawdry replacement for my mother."

"Heir… for now. Do not be overlong with Elaena; she had an eventful day and being manhandled by your uncle was a poor end to her name-day celebration. She should rest."

Rhaenyra stalked passed her and knocked on the door.

A serving maid answered and Elaena dismissed her so they could have some privacy.

"Are you well, little sister? Alicent seems to think you unfit for company."

Elaena's blue eyes were the same as ever, "She worries overmuch; I am not made of porcelain. I ride a dragon and feel the elements more fiercely than a spill to the floor."

Rhaenyra smiled; she knew Daemon hadn't truly harmed her. Daemon loved her, so how could she wish harm on her beloved sister, Elaena? Her eyes did narrow at Elaena's wrist, it did look an ugly shade. It would be best if she hid that from court.

"She does at that. I suspect she seeks to embarrass our uncle further. Yet, in her pettiness there is some sense in what she says. You danced, feasted, attended a tournament, and spoke before thousands of people. Rest well within your rooms and after a few days we can go flying again."

Elaena nodded. "I need to get some work done on my proposal to Lord Beesbury and Lord Wylde, so I had not intended to be overly social anyway."

Perfect

"I also wish to explain about Daemon. He is a very proud man that has often been shamed by those beneath him. He honestly believes he won the joust with Ser Criston. Perhaps if you apologized to him and told him directly that you were influenced by the Queen…"

"First tilt was even. Second, Ser Criston had far superior placement. The third joust, Daemon had fractional better placement. Fourth joust was even. Fifth joust, Cole was more accurate and Daemon was nearly unhorsed. Our uncle knew he had nearly lost and rode brilliantly in the last two clashes to make up for it, but his opponent was only slightly less precise in the last two clashes."

Rhaenyra blinked. "Elaena, that was not what I saw."

"Then you saw incorrectly, sister. You have a strong attachment to our uncle, that is clear. It clouds your judgement on how well he rode in the joust. Precision placement of lances has long been the standard for tournament judgements. In 78…"

Rhaenyra held her hands up. "Ah, no more Maester lessons from you! I will try to smooth things over on your behalf."

Elaena gave her a look of mild annoyance, but did not object. They chatted a bit more, and then Rhaenyra took her leave. She returned to her quarters and saw Laena and Laenor speaking.

"I've spoken with my sister and she's still a bit annoyed with our uncle. I might be able to work on her, but I don't think she'll be apologizing for selecting Ser Criston over Daemon."

Laena and Laenor both looked her like she had grown horns.

"What?"

Laena took her into a hug. "Rhaenyra, dear, you aren't the most objective when it comes to our Daemon. Elaena has nothing to apologize for. In fact, last night I apologized to Elaena on Daemon's behalf, not that he needs to know about that."

Rhaenyra made a mental note to communicate more often with her good-sister. She now felt a bit the fool over the whole issue.

What's done is done.

"Elaena has agreed to rest in her rooms, hopefully by the time she emerges the bruise will be well on its way to healing. I do feel bad for the extra stress on her name-day." She turned to Laena, "Good-sister, you were in Essos for some time. My sister values knowledge greatly, always in her books, by chance do you have any connections that could find us a text that would not likely be found in Westeros?"

"I'm not sure, but I can try. If not, my father may have something in his library. He's been all over the world and brought back a variety of curiosities. I've never been one for staying indoors, so I am not exactly the person to ask, but he may have some books. I'll ask if he has anything interesting when we return to Driftmark."

Rhaenyra was happy that the little inter-family squabble would soon be put behind them.

***

Viserys listened to the rain patter on the outside of the small council chamber as they went over reports. It was Jaspar Wylde's turn and he addressed the council. The cost of the games had not been too extravagant. The city itself had prospered at the massive turnout. Unfortunately, when such events take place as the city population swelled, tempers could flare and drunken brawls or worse would occur. There were half a dozen dead, something that had not happened since his brother had given the City Watch their gold cloaks. Reminders of him made Viserys frown, and he was glad that Daemon had tired of the city and gone back to Driftmark while they waited for the ship to bring his daughters to court. Lord Wylde was speaking, so Viserys turned his attention back to his Master of Laws.

"I've reviewed the princess and Lord Beesbury's proposal that was suggested at the last council meeting. To be direct, it goes too far and may burden the crown and alienate even loyal lords. Such a thing could grind justice to a halt."

The King frowned. He didn't like saying no to Elaena's ideas.

"What is your objection?"

"Your Grace, the proposal seeks to immunize any large depositor or loan holder with the Bank of the Dragon from the normal course of justice."

Beesbury interrupted, "That is not what it does. All it states is that the Crown has a stake in a person's fate if they do substantial business with the bank. It allows any who are accused of a crime that would lead to a substantial loss of life, limb or freedom to be allowed to appeal to the Crown directly before said sentence takes effect."

Wylde gave him a look. "My lord, I was getting there. The problem with this is if some vassal in the North broke the law, their Stark overlords would be forbidden from carrying out the sentence. We would force them to take the miscreant hundreds of leagues to stand trial here? This is too much of a burden."

Tyland Lannister also spoke up against the proposal, "If I read it correctly, it also would not just apply to nobility, it would apply to anyone who had substantial sums with the bank? So small folk as well?"

"Only the wealthiest of merchants would meet the criteria," Beesbury countered.

"Well…" the newest member of the small council spoke up, one Larys Strong. Larys had been a confessor who had proven adept at the tasks set before him. He had recently risen to Lord Confessor and Master of Whispers. Viserys pitied the man for being born a cripple, but he was also well liked by all the member of his small council. He was the son of his current Hand, and lords Wylde and Lannister also liked him.

"This was easy to miss, but when the proposed text includes 'merchant organizations' as well as 'merchants,' we are not necessarily speaking of singular individuals. While no blacksmith on the street of steel could meet the requirements to obtain the right of appeal, a score of them pooling their resources, could."

Viserys frowned as the reaction of his council. Lannister's eyes bulged in shock, Beesbury also looked surprised, while Grand Maester Mellos looked irate.

"I have long supported your daughter's academic pursuits, Your Grace, but this is abominable. Lords are lords because they have the right of pit and gallows, this upstages their most significant power."

Viserys looked to Beesbury, to see if he had anything more to say on the matter.

"This need not be an all or nothing approach. We could append the proposed law to only apply to those of noble birth."

Viserys nodded, he did like compromises.

Larys spoke up again, "Your Grace, there is a sensitive matter regarding your daughter I had wished to bring up in private, but perhaps now is the opportune moment."

"Sensitive matter?" Viserys asked. "What do you mean?"

"There have been disturbing rumors circulating the city regarding one Ser Lucious Hill, one of the Knights of Victory."

Viserys was confused, "He won a tourney, but if he goes on to dishonor himself that has no bearing on my daughter."

Larys looked pained. "The rumor is that he has dishonored himself, with your daughter."

Viserys stiffened. "What? Who dares make such an accusation?"

"Your Grace… it is on the lips of many, however tracking down the first accuser has proven difficult. My agents questioned those who spoke of the rumor, but these rumors were spoken of as if they themselves overheard it. This required our confessors to follow a chain. We were making progress when that chain was broken by the next link being dead."

"Seven Hells," Lord Wylde exclaimed.

"Yes, I had tracked it down to a Gold Cloak named Green. However he and one of his companions had been beaten to death in a tavern brawl."

Viserys shook his head, "Beaten to death? In a simple drunken brawl?"

"Perhaps they were silenced for what they knew?" Tyland Lannister suggested, though he shrunk back when Viserys glared at him.

"I know not if it was for what they knew, but it was for what they said. They had spoken of Elaena's virtue being tarnished, and this enraged the small folk. It was murder, aye, but so many participated and no one was speaking so the Gold Cloaks chose not to pursue the matter."

"Good," Viserys spoke firmly, "they would have lost their tongues at the very least, but that means we can put the matter behind us."

The Grand Maester frowned, "Your Grace, as difficult as it is to imagine that your daughter would do such a thing, it behooves us to learn if there was any truth to it."

"She's not Rh…, I mean she's not one to do something like that. I don't believe she's even had her first moon's blood!"

"That is true, Your Grace," Mellos replied, "but she is quite mature for her age."

Viserys looked around at his councilors. "Have you lost your wits? This is my daughter of two and ten! A daughter that has been nothing but dutiful. If she has an accuser, bring them before me, but if she does not, then you will not repeat this vile slander."

The Master of Whispers cleared this throat, "Your Grace, a matter such as this should be viewed from all angles."

Lyonel interrupted, "Larys, enough."

"Father, please, this is important. If we are to believe Elaena is still unspoiled, then we must ask ourselves why these rumors began."

"If they are false, then perhaps some of the other participations in the knight-less tournament are jealous of this Ser Lucious for being knighted when they had not been given the honor," Ser Tyland suggested. "You know how these people are, greedy and squabbling to rise above their station with little and less when it comes to honor."

Larys titled his head ever so slightly. "I do not believe you are correct. I find the timing most curious. Our brilliant young princess proposes yet another expansion of the influence of the Dragon Bank, and then rumors come out to discredit her virtue."

Viserys saw the Lannister's eyes grow wide in shock and confusion.

"Larys? What is this? What are you doing, you can't mean to suggest that I..."

"No, my lord, nothing of the sort. However, you did write to your brother about the proposed change."

Tyland stood up, "And now you accuse my brother, you snake. Do you think I will meekly tolerate your slander, especially after you…" his jaw clicked shut.

"Sit down," Viserys commanded. He wanted to hear who was behind this.

"Thank you, Your Grace. When I am ready to accuse someone, I will do so directly. No, I merely discuss possibilities. Tyland Lannister is not a man who works with ravens. You handed the letter to a servant. Who handed it to another servant, who handed it to a Maester who sent it."

Viserys felt the beginnings of a headache form.

"So who is behind this?"

Larys spread his hands, "I do not know. Your Grace, with affairs such as this, information is never complete. All I can tell you is that we should look at the purpose behind such slanders, and then work from there."

"If it is slander," Mellos spoke. "Your Grace, there are certain ways to check if a woman's virtue is intact."

Viserys frowned, "That isn't a surety, not every girl bleeds their first night."

"Yes, but the absence of the tissue would lend weight to those claims, we cannot assume that it is slander when…"

"YOU WILL CEASE THIS AT ONCE!" Viserys roared, his patience finally at an end. "My daughter has not done anything of a carnal nature. I will have the Citadel replace you if you continue this line of inquiry. Am I clear, Grand Maester?"

Mellos looked a bit surprised. "I… yes, Your Grace."

Viserys turned to Larys. "I assume Ser Lucious denies the accusation as well?"

"He cannot be found," Larys replied.

"Very well. If you can locate him, bring him to me. These rumors die now. If your agents hear them repeated, have the Gold Cloaks arrest them. They will then have their tongues removed. Elaena does not deserve to have her honor questioned by anyone, high or low. Is everyone clear on this matter?"

The council all agreed and he dismissed the lot of them. His Hand remained behind.

"Yes?"

"Forgive me, Your Grace. This may be a poor time to make this request, but I would like to visit Harrenhal with my son to see my grandson. My good-daughter writes that there are some concerns about the health of the babe, and I have yet to see him. Can you spare me for a month or two?"

Viserys smiled, "Yes, of course. There is nothing overtly pressing upon the realm at the moment, save these vile rumors and court intrigues. Your son, Larys, has a good head for this sort of work. Have him stay atop the issue; I would dearly like to know who is conspiring against my daughter."

"Yes, Your Grace. We never did reach a conclusion regarding the right of appeal."

Viserys sighed. "I'll speak with Elaena personally and hear what she has to say. I do agree it seems a bit too much. The girl no doubt envisions defaults when someone cannot pay due being executed or imprisoned, but it does not seem like it would be a common occurrence."

Lyonel agreed and Viserys was left alone with his Kingsguard, with able, if long in the tooth, Ser Harrold Westerling.

"You agree with me, right? There's no way Elaena would do such a thing?"

Ser Harrold impassively nodded. "Elaena is the last of any I would suspect of shirking her duties. She cares for her half-siblings and is ever there to lend a hand or ear." A wry smile appeared on his face, "I'm not sure where she would even find the time to do such a thing."

Viserys gave a mild grunt of surprise. What did his daughter do all day? He asked and Ser Harrold explained that she assisted Alicent with little Daenora, taught Daeron his sums and letters, discussed history with Aemond, flew with Helaena and Aegon, regularly dined with Alicent and the children, met with Lord Beesbury regularly, spent hours in the royal library, regularly wrote letters, typically more than a score a week, and oversaw Aegon and Aemond as they trained in the yard, and of course walked with himself in the mornings.

"Were she not so composed and alert at all times, I would suspect she was shorting herself of sleep, but it is rare for her ever to even be fatigued."

Feeling better about the situation, Viserys thanked the Lord Commander.

***

Alicent's heart went out to her son, Daeron. The boy clung to Elaena desperately.

"Please, I don't want to leave you. I don't want to go to Oldtown!"

"Be brave Daeron; this is not forever. I will write to you and even visit you at times. I may need you to check on what texts are in the Citadel for my research, would you be willing to help me with this?"

"Of course, sister! You can count on me."

"Good, then no more tears, they won't change the situation and can create a negative impression. Your emotions can be felt, but your physical response to said emotion is always under your control and should be hidden when it does not provide advantage," Elaena chided.

Alicent blinked at that. It was a variation of what her own father had taught her about always being poised and ladylike, but also different. She marveled at how Elaena had redirected Daeron to doing something productive, as opposed to just shushing him and telling him to act his age, which is how Alicent had been about to handle it.

She would miss Daeron; he hadn't been as difficult as Aemond, but he had given her more than a few scares. The boy did not know the meaning of caution and had broken his arm twice in play. Alicent sighed, one would be gone but another was on its way. She hadn't told anyone yet, but her moon's blood had been missed, and she was ill in the mornings again.

Alicent said goodbye to her father. She was both happy to see him go, and saddened at seeing him leave. He was her rock and assurance that all would be well in the future. With him gone, it was up to her to make sure the court understood how awful Rhaenyra was and how she could not be Queen when the King passed. On the other hand, though he denied it, she suspected he had a hand in attempting to smear her daughter's name. Otto had explained in the past how Elaena's accounting and banking proposals had damaged their house. The levels of gossip and intrigue in King's Landing she knew, were almost entirely pro-green.

"I wish Viserys had been here to see him off." Alicent told Elaena with a bit of frustration.

"Yes, that would have been good. Though they aren't very close, so it isn't as if Daeron minded," Elaena replied.

"But they should be close."

"I agree."

Alicent wasn't sure what she was hoping for by bringing this up to Elaena, but she had to complain to someone. Elaena wasn't like the ladies of the court, she either agreed or explained why she didn't. But when she agreed there was no further conversation, whereas other ladies would agree and add their additional gripes of the situation and show sympathy. Elaena considered agreement the end of the discussion, and it was just awkward to try to continue it in a one-sided manner.

As they turned back, Alicent took Elaena by the arm. Perhaps being direct would better, as she still needed to carry out what her father had asked of her.

"Elaena, when your father one day passes, I want you to support your brother for the throne."

Poised and balanced Elaena nearly stumbled. "What?"

"Your brother is the eldest son of the King. By tradition and precedent, he should wear the crown. Many of the great lords of the realm also agree. Having your voice among them when the time comes can avoid any unneeded bloodshed."

Alicent looked at Elaena whose eyes had grown large.

"Mother, I am going to pretend I did not just hear you say that. Father has chosen Rhaenyra as his heir. If you and these other lords wish to convince him otherwise; then you should do so. But to plot until after he has passed is not something I can condone. That would be similar to violating someone's Last will and Testament. Unacceptable."

Alicent felt her heart clench in her chest, a small ache of despair nestling within her.

"We've tried, but Viserys won't see reason. Rhaenyra isn't fit to rule, her children are bastards, and she'll have your half-siblings murdered when she ascends the throne!"

Elaena was looking at her strangely. "What are you talking about mother? She would not do that."

Alicent shook her head bitterly. "You don't understand, you see her with a sister's eyes instead of with clear ones. She will have to; the lords of the realm will rise and fight if there is a suitable heir. Aegon, Aemond, and Daeron will be put to the sword. It is the only way there will be peace."

Elaena shook her head. "No, that will never happen mother. Please calm yourself, you are not thinking about this rationally."

"But I am! Can you live with yourself if Rhaenyra has your siblings executed?"

"Mother… for one, that will not happen. For two, loyalty to the crown is not all consuming. Should she attempt to carry out what you think she would do, I would oppose her. I must stress to you, Rhaenyra is not a kinslayer, you worry over nothing."

Alicent had tears in her eyes. "I wish you weren't so naïve and could see her for what she truly is."

Elaena's eyes hardened a bit. "Enough, mother. I could tell by the way your hands clasp your belly that you are with child. No doubt you've had restless nights and upset mornings. Do not let your fears drive you to distraction and harm the babe. All will be well."

She was stunned. How could Elaena be so perceptive about some matters, and so blind about others? It could only be the warm sibling feelings that she held. Just like Alicent could not ever imagine believing Gunthor or Gwayne would be capable of kinslaying. So why should she be surprised that Elaena could not see the truth?

Alicent got her breathing under control. She had to remember that Elaena was still but two and ten. She was not yet aware of how cruel people could be. There was still time for her to have her eyes opened to the vileness that Rhaenyra would undoubtedly do when she ascended the throne.

"Very well, let us speak no more of it then."

Elaena nodded and then changed the subject to Helaena's latest painting as they walked back to the Red Keep. Helaena had the strangest depictions. Sometimes pleasant, but often people burning from dragon fire. Overall, this had not gone as Alicent had hoped, but at least she knew where to focus her energies. Perhaps her father would have some ideas on how expose Rhaenyra, she would have to write to him. It was silly to have to do that when he had just left, but she had delayed her conversation with Elaena for too long.

***

Rhaenyra was glad to be returning to Dragonstone soon. With Ser Harwin gone with his father to Harrenhal and Daemon's adorable twins now presented at court, there was nothing keeping her here. The petty intrigues and vile gossip that filled the streets from the lowest in Flea Bottom to the highest halls of power disgusted her. How dare they besmirch her sister's good name!

She still didn't know who had done it. Alicent had an unending list of faults, but she did love Elaena. That mean it wasn't her, though of course it could be her father. It could also be that Lannister toady on the small council. When she had heard of the rumors, the ones so close to the reality that was her own youth, she was incensed. Elaena still didn't care about boys or give them a second look. And yet despite her obvious innocence she was being hounded by slanders.

I made the right decisions in my youth. Even had my maidenhead been intact, rumors would have still hounded me. May as well enjoy life.

She had pressed her father as to what was being done. To her surprise, he was taking it seriously and there were over a dozen tongues ripped from the mouths of those who had repeated those rumors. Her father believed it was the work of unhappy lords who disliked the Bank of the Dragon. Rhaenyra wasn't so sure, the closeness with what had happened to her made her think she was the target. That these rumors started only when she had arrived in King's Landing was likely her foes taunting her and attempting to destroy what she held dear right under her nose.

Her sister had turned out to be rather devious herself in trying to determine who was undermining her. Rhaenyra was quite proud of her, even if it had not borne fruit. Elaena had spoken with father and explained that she would advise her maids that she did intend to sneak out into the city on a certain date. Maidservants would of course spread rumors and no doubt many earned coin selling information about their betters.

Elaena would then sneak out, but not to the city, instead she would go and visit Viserys in his diorama chamber. Rhaenyra had understood the logic, if someone reported to the King that Elaena was sneaking out – that would be well understood. However, if they had then used that knowledge to fake additional 'sightings' of her in the city with someone… well they would have found the traitor.

It didn't work out that way, instead, nothing at all happened. Rhaenyra recalled seeing her normally unflustered sister grow annoyed. So she tried a second time, and still nothing at all happened. At this point, Rhaenyra took it upon herself to question the maids and find out who they had told. Perhaps that person was loyal.

"I know my sister has been sneaking out at night, can you tell me where she goes?"

"Forgive us, princess, but your sister doesn't sneak out at night. She is always in her bed or on occasion Princess Elaena is comforting one of her siblings who had a nightmare."

Rhaenyra narrowed her gaze. "I'll not have any falsehoods; I know she is departing in secret. You will not be punished; it is for her safety."

The maidservants looked at each other and then back at her. One of the middle-aged ones firmly shook her head.

"Princess Rhaenyra, your sister would not do that and has not done it. I've known her since she was a wee child. Your information is mistaken."

Rhaenyra held the servant's eye in her gaze. "You know it is a great crime to lie to royalty. Speak the truth now."

"I have. We have," her tone was resolute and unbending.

"What is your name?"

"Marya, princess."

"And do you swear upon the Old Gods and the New that my sister has never left her chambers in secret. That she has never confided in you that she wished to see the city?"

"I so swear it."

Rhaenyra laughed and dismissed them.

"Sister, I think I've found out why your little ploy did not work."

"Oh?"

"You've somehow managed to find the only non-gossiping maidservants in all the realm. They are remarkably loyal to you, too. I couldn't believe they lied to my face."

Elaena's brow furrowed a bit. "Strange, why would they risk the wrath of the heir over me? I've done them no great kindness."

Rhaenyra shrugged and then ruffled her sister's hair.

"It's because you are too endearing! Short Targaryens are like baby fawns, they can't resist trying to protect you." Rhaenyra laughed.

"That brings me back to square one. I will have to consider another plan."

"Elaena, at this point it is probably over and done with. The rumors were quashed, and the city doesn't believe it. I even went with Laenor in disguise out in the city proper to see what people thought. They don't believe them."

She appeared mollified. "Hmm, that's good then. Thank you for checking, sister."

"Of course! Sadly, I must be taking my leave of this city and returning to Dragonstone. Please make sure to visit soon."

"I shall. Safe journeys, Rhaenyra."

Failninjaninja · Saturday at 8:33 AM

A big thank you to @MARch_Of_Time for proofreading!

Chapter 13

"When your human capital decreases and your workload increases, you start to really abhor the deaths of your subordinates, whether in battle or of illness, and even their injuries." -From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 5

Harwin loved Rhaenyra. Unlike every other noble lady, she was wild, vivacious, and truly lived her heart's desire. Every day with her was a new adventure. Every night a new experience. Harwin was enraptured, not just by her beauty, but by the way she chose to embrace her delights. He was beyond happy to have fathered three strong boys, if only he could openly claim them as his own.

Rhaenyra had talked of doing so in the future, after she had been crowned and held the throne, but Harwin thought it foolish. While he would love to openly be their father, he knew that doing so would put them in danger. That was the one great regret he had in loving and being with Rhaenyra, the danger it caused Rhaenyra, their children, and his own family.

Riding back to Harrenhal with his father was not all together pleasant. He loved his father and cherished spending time with him, but it was clear that his father was currently acting as 'Lyonel Strong, Hand of the King' as opposed to just his father. It was made clear that Harwin continuing to spend time around Rhaenyra was the opposite of what had been desired when he was told to get wed.

"My boy, you aren't stupid, you know the rumors about the boys and their parentage. Why make it worse by continually being seen by Rhaenyra."

"I am her sworn shield."

"A duty that you were formally discharged of."

"No one can protect her better than I can."

"Hogwash, Harwin, look at me. You have a wife now; you should be staying in Harrenhal and be there for her and your son."

Harwin pinched the bridge of his nose and then looked at his father's gruff visage.

"Father, I can't stay away from her. I will do my duty with Lyra, but I will not abandon Rhaenyra."

"I'm not blind. I can't afford to be. You risk not only your life, but our entire family. What do you think Laenor would do if he found out?"

Despite his effort, Harwin's face must have shown some amusement. Lyonel grabbed the reins of his horse and pulled their mounts together.

"Listen to me." His voice was angry, but tinged with fear. "You may think Laenor is all courtly manners and genteel social graces. He wears that mask well. But you would do well to remember that his great grand-uncle was Maegor the Cruel. And behind that mask of civility lies a monster you should not prod. Did you know that all along the Dornish Marches there has been more peace and tranquility than ever in living memory?"

"What does that have to do with Laenor?" Harwin asked in confusion at the abrupt change of topic.

"The Martells are terrified of Laenor and Seasmoke. You haven't read the reports that I received about the fighting in the Stepstones. Thousands dead, the Triarchy cowed, and the Dornish fleet ravaged. He was an unstoppable nightmare who hunted and burned day and night. Seven Hells boy, the Dornish defied the Conqueror himself and are now frightened rats before the terror that is Laenor 'The Dark Storm of Driftmark' Velaryon. And you choose to give horns to such a man!?"

Harwin sighed. "Father, I will not say things I have sworn to secrecy, but I do not fear Laenor."

His sire looked at him in astonishment and then he grimaced. "Gods be good, he knows already. The rumors of his 'preferences' are true then." He gave a bitter laugh. "All of you just dance to pretty Rhaenyra's tune, don't you. I am wasting my breath."

Harwin watched as his father spurred the horse and rode ahead. He knew the King wouldn't be told; it would destroy the family. Disappointing his father was never a good feeling. He was not sure how to rectify the situation, and so he simply rode in silence.

Weeks passed and they did speak, but conversation was often stilted. Finally, they and their entourage arrived at Harrenhal. His wife, Lyra, now known as Lady Strong, greeted them. She was pretty enough, and witty, but compared to the bonfire of Rhaenyra, she was but a nice-looking candle. He kissed her, but there was no love in it. This too, he regretted. But he found solace in the fact that she had been raised up to high nobility with their marriage.

"Welcome home, my lords."

They embraced and then his father hugged Lyra and they enjoyed a festive return home. Dinner was not a crowded affair, but many of the family retainers had come to welcome them home. It was a good evening and he enjoyed holding his son Braxton. The boy was a bit sickly in early infancy, but was doing fine now. In truth, he and Lyra could have come to King's Landing for Elaena's name-day celebration and tournament, but he had convinced his wife otherwise.

"I am glad to see you back, my lord. Will you be staying long?"

"I am unsure, my wife. I am needed on Dragonstone, but I will certainly stay for as long as my father intends to carry on his visit."

She nodded and looked hesitant. "Will you wish to lay with me tonight?"

"If you wish it, but if you are still weary from preparing our return, we need not do so the first night of my arrival."

"No… no, I do wish it."

Harwin agreed, but this was still so awkward for him. He couldn't allow himself to develop affection for Lyra, but he also did not wish to bring her sadness. Their lovemaking lacked passion, but it was done and she seemed happier for it.

When next he awoke, it was not yet morning, but it was bright. Lyra was shouting and crying, and Harwin could see flames and smoke upon the door. He leapt up from the bed and ran to the cradle where his son was and wrapped him in another blanket.

"Keep the boy's face covered, but not fully. We must get to safety."

Harwin took clothing and wrapped it around his arm and tried to open the door. It was stuck. He kicked it once, but the thick oaken door did not budge. Lyra gave another cry. Harwin stepped back from the door several paces and then charged it shoulder first, bringing every bit of strength that had made him known as 'Breakbones' to bear on the door.

It tore off its hinges and he collapsed into the flaming hallway, coughing loudly. He gestured for Lyra to come and they raced for safety to the stairs. His father's room was nearby, he should get him out too. But as he turned, Lyra begged him to stay with her. There were yet flames ahead, but the smoke was less dense as they descended the stairs. He coughed and steadied himself as they made it down the last set and ran out of the conflagration.

Upon the grass he fell to his knees and his body swayed, but he wasn't done. He had to get back to get his father. The castle was burning, all the wooden sections, the carpets, and furniture was alight, even if the stone did not burn.

However, as he stepped forward, he heard a crash and the flames roared to greet him. He couldn't get through. A servant grabbed at his arm. "My lord, you can't go in there, it is death."

Harwin collapsed again in a coughing fit.

"Others take you; I know," he bitterly replied as he wept. He knew his father, the man who had raised him and taught him of honor and justice would be among the dead on this dark day.

***

Aegon bit back a curse as the wooden practice sword hit him in the shin. He hobbled for a moment and tried to strike his brother back but the smaller boy dodged.

"Mind your footwork," Ser Criston Cole advised.

Aegon took a deep breath and counted, but before he could get to four his younger brother dashed forward and swiped at him. Aegon was forced to block and then he screamed in anger and launched a brutal barrage of attacks at his brother's head.

Aemond smirked at him as he backstepped away from the blows. Aegon was full of wrath as he furiously tried to close in on his brother. It wasn't fair! He was older by three years! Why couldn't he win? Aemond waited until Aegon had tired himself out and then struck back with his own combination, feinting at the legs, and then striking him in the side and following it up with a true hit to the calf that buckled Aegon's leg.

Aegon dropped to the ground and Cole called for a halt. Aemond gave another vicious smirk while he offered a hand to his sibling. Aegon grabbed the hand and yanked Aemond down to the ground. He rolled atop him and punched him once in the face, he attempted a second, but Cole was there to pull him off.

"Enough! Your mother will hear of this. What you did was dishonorable my prince. The bout was over."

"He was mocking me!"

"I heard no jape at your expense, he even offered you a hand. No more of this. Training is done for today. I will take you to the Queen."

As they walked through the palace, Aegon realized how foolish he had been. He was grateful that Elaena was not in the city today. She would be so disappointed in his actions. Aegon knew it was his own fault. His brother knew how he controlled his temper, and knew how to needle him. Had he not lost his cool he could have avoided shaming himself, and maybe even won the spar.

His mother was with sister Daenora. She looked exasperated when he and Cole were announced.

"What is it?"

"Look, look, I can draw too!" Daenora said as she scribbled with stencil.

Alicent ignored her and looked at Ser Criston.

"Your Grace, your son behaved in an uncouth manner. Aemond had beaten him in a spar and when Aemond sought to help Aegon rise, the prince pulled him down and struck him. Aemond is not seriously injured, but after explaining the lapse of honorable conduct I knew it would be proper to have you handle it."

Alicent gestured for the maidservant to take Daenora away.

"No, I don't want to go! Please I want to play with you momma!"

"Not now."

Daenora let out a wail, but was quickly taken out of the room.

"Your Grace," Cole intoned and then left the chambers as well.

"I have enough on my plate Aegon; I thought we were past your tantrum stage. You are the firstborn son of the King. Act like it."

Aegon nodded solemnly. "I know. I'm sorry, mother."

Alicent sighed. "What was your quarrel with your brother about?"

"I…" he wasn't sure how to put his feelings into words. "I just don't understand. I'm three years older than him. Why am I losing? I train and practice every day! It isn't fair."

"Seven have mercy, child, your brother cries about not having a dragon and you cry about losing a spar. Will none of you give me a moment's respite? Some men are good with swords, others are not. My own father was not for the lists, tourneys, or war, but he is the most brilliant man I know."

Alicent stood up. "You are too important to risk on a battlefield anyway. You will one day be King, be content with that and leave the fighting to your brother and your Kingsguard."

Aegon was confused. He was behind Rhaenyra, Jace, Luke, and Aenar in the succession. Probably Elaena as well, though it wasn't clear, nor did it matter that far down the line. What was his mother speaking of?

"I don't see how I will be King, mother. My sister is heir and has three children."

Alicent shook her head. "You have reached your tenth name-day, it is time that you learned the ways of the world. You are the rightful heir. Always, the oldest male child of the former King inherits. Your father does not wish to disappoint his daughter Rhaenyra, so does not act. It is a foolish gesture, if one made from love. But all the lords of the realm know – you are destined to rule. So, no more petty spats with your brother over swordsmanship."

Aegon slowly nodded. The weight of it suddenly struck him. He would be King? He would be responsible for all the lives of the Seven Kingdoms. It was at once both a frightening and heady thing. Aegon was not sure if this was a good or a bad thing.

Alicent hesitated and then pressed on. "Even though all know you are the rightful heir, it is not something you must say aloud. To anyone. Not your brothers or your sisters. It will only invite trouble and grief. Swear it by the Seven, my son."

Aegon obeyed, he could keep a secret. Alicent nodded after he had done so and embraced him and then continued to speak.

"You, my son, are destined for great things. Never forget that. And never go against your brother in public. We must be united against any enemy. They will seek to exploit any fissure within our family. Work out your differences and cease this infighting."

"Yes, mother. I will do my best. Can we say no more of it to each other and to others? There is no need to repeat it if I do what you intend."

Alicent looked puzzled, but nodded. "There will be no need to speak of it again, should you act as you should."

Aegon smiled at that. He didn't like disappointing others, but he detested disappointing Elaena.

***

Dark wings, dark words.

Viserys was sorrowed upon hearing of the death of his longtime friend, Lyonel Strong. Lyonel had served on the small council for many years, and most recently had served as his Hand. He had provided steady advice without bias, and had been a loyal shoulder to lean upon.

He knew he could not mourn for long, for the realm and all its difficulties would not wait. Viserys had to choose a new Hand, and the sooner the better. He considered his current council and dismissed each of them for one reason or another. Wylde was too inflexible, Lannister too self-serving, Beesbury too focused on fiscal matters, and Larys too new to his roles.

Viserys thought back to his earlier dismissal of Otto Hightower, another one of his long-time friends and precious advisors. He had pressed too hard on making Aegon heir, but save for that his advice had only been wise and forthcoming. His recent extended visit to King's Landing had also proven he remained a dear friend. He had not once mentioned the succession, a powerful mark in his favor indicating that he could let old arguments go.

The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea. He didn't want a Velaryon as his Hand, they already had more than enough influence and power. Matches to his brother and daughter and full control over the Stepstones meant that their house was rising in ascendency. It was not a bad thing, given Laenor would be the consort to Rhaenyra when she took the throne, but it did cause grumbling among the other lords.

The grumbling of those lords was an irritant, but Viserys knew he had given them some cause. He had not fully agreed with Elaena's proposal, but he had gone through with allowing noble debtors and creditors to the Dragon Bank to have the right of appeal. In all honesty it seemed a rare enough occurrence not to warrant nearly so much back and forth argumentation as it had, but it had made many lords wroth.

Otto had always been able mend fences and ensure peace continued throughout the realm. He would be a fine choice as Hand. A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts and the Kingsguard announced that his son Aemond wished to speak with him.

Viserys bade him come in and the boy greeted him.

"Your Grace, father, I would like your permission to attempt to bond a dragon."

"You are getting to be about that age, but it may be good to wait a little longer. Perhaps on your eighth name-day," Viserys replied.

Aemond shifted on his feet.

"Father, I don't see why I should wait," he spoke in flawless High Valyrian.

Viserys looked at him in surprise. Only Elaena had spoken it so smoothly at that age. He graced the boy with a smile.

"Very good, my son. I believe there is an unbound dragon still in the Dragonpit. Speak to your sister and she will take you to the Dragonkeepers and allow you to attempt it."

Aemond shook his head. "I don't want Tessarion. I want an older dragon. I want Vermithor, the Bronze Fury."

"I see you do not lack for courage! That would entail a trip to Dragonstone, so you would have to wait until one can be planned. With your sister, Rhaenyra, recently visiting I was not planning for a family visit so soon."

Aemond frowned, "Why can't I just go with Elaena? She can fly me there on Viktoriya. She's large enough now for the two of us to ride her together given our sizes."

Viserys thought about it for a few moments. There really wasn't a reason to deny him the opportunity, outside of his age and he had already given that a pass. This was something he should probably speak with his wife on. Alicent worried sometimes and she was with child again, anxiety could be unhealthy for her.

"I will discuss it with your mother."

Aemond bowed his head as well as any courtier, "Thank you, father. I await your decision."

Viserys dismissed him and watched him walk off. Viserys had not spent much time with Aemond, but he was turning into a fine Targaryen. He dimly remembered Alicent saying that he was impressing his tutors. None of the problems that had once plagued Aegon seemed to have manifested in Aemond, which he was thankful for. The tantrums had been grating.

Later that day he dined with Alicent.

"I've decided to make your father my Hand once more."

Alicent smiled at that, "It is for the best, he already knows how you like to manage the Seven Kingdoms."

"Ah and Daeron was travelling with him to Oldtown. Otto discussed the importance of the fostering; we should probably keep the arrangements. Your family will take good care of our son, even without Otto being there."

Alicent was agreeable to that and then Viserys shared Aemond's request.

"He spoke nothing of this to me! Isn't Vermithor dangerous? I know little of dragonlore, but isn't he known for his fury?"

Viserys chuckled. "Yes, but he is accustomed to people and tolerates their presence. The lad will be fine, and he seems ready."

Alicent was nervous, but relented. Viserys hoped his son was successful, for more dragonriders was always a good thing for House Targaryen.

***

When Rhaenyra heard the news, she was shocked. An accursed fire nearly cost her the father of her children? Ser Harwin's close brush with death chilled her. She also felt great sadness over the death of his father. Lyonel Strong had been a better Hand than Otto Hightower by her estimation. Thoughts of who would replace him were not ones she focused on, instead she told Laenor she needed to see how Harwin was doing personally.

Laenor mounted Seasmoke and Rhaenyra took Syrax. They raced the wind and when they arrived at Harrenhal they could clearly see the damage done to the place from above. The stone did not melt further, but the stables were destroyed, and there were tents arrayed outside of the walls for people to sleep in. As they swooped down the people gawked and pointed, but Rhaenyra only had eyes for one person. Ser Harwin.

She spotted him as she dismounted her dragon. Laenor called out to her.

"Remember where we are, Rhaenyra."

Rhaenyra was thankful for the warning; she had been about to leap into Harwin's arms and comfort him. Instead they were mindful and exchanged a more formal greeting and then took the privacy of a tent. Harwin looked more worn than she had ever seen him. His face was haggard and his eyes were red-rimmed with grief.

"Gods, I'm so sorry Harwin. Your father's loss is a horrid blow. Are you all right? Were you injured?"

"A bruised shoulder is the worst of it. It hurts a bit to exert myself because of the smoke, but the Maester said that should pass."

Laenor expressed his sympathies as well, "Lord Lyonel was all that a noble of Westeros should be. A knight, an educated man, a leal servant to the crown, and his powerful voice will be missed. I will leave you two and check in on Lady Strong."

"Thank you, Ser Laenor." Harwin spoke, a slight tremor in his voice.

When Laenor left they embraced with a relatively chaste kiss on the lips.

"I'm so sorry," Rhaenyra said in a low grief filled voice. "What can I do?"

"I do not think there is anything you can do. My heart aches. I regret deeply that we were at odds when he died."

Rhaenyra could guess, so she did not ask, instead she held him.

"He was proud of you. The strongest knight in the realm was a boast he would often make of you. If he could speak now, he would tell you that he was delighted to have sired you."

They stayed attached to each other for several long minutes. Rhaenyra came to a decision in those moments, holding him there as he grieved.

"Harwin, your place isn't here. Come to Dragonstone. Bring your wife and child. We can tell my father that after the fire, she didn't wish to be in this accursed place."

"Bring Lyra? But what if she…"

"We can be careful; you will be my Sworn Shield. That gives us ample time to be with one another. And if the worst comes to worst, what can she do? Why would she risk your downfall speaking of it? It would also endanger her. No, I have no reason to fear that unlikely possibility."

"What of Harrenhal and the lands here?"

"Appoint a castellan, your father did the same when he came to court. There is no need for your personal presence here. Come with me."

Harwin looked conflicted.

"Are you sure you can tolerate her? I would not see her unhappy or shunned."

Rhaenyra shrugged. "Harwin, I laid with Laena and Daemon, and plan to continue. You bear them no ill will, just as Laenor bears you no malice. We are a match you and me, and I will not resent the nights you spend with your wedded wife."

Harwin kissed her. "Yes, Rhaenyra, yes. I never want to look at this ill-fated place again."

Rhaenyra had not desired any harm to be done to Lyonel, but she admitted to herself that his death had allowed this possibility. She could be with Harwin as often she wished. She could also fly to Driftmark at anytime and be with other lovers. It would be perfect.

***

Laenor and Rhaenyra had both been surprised when Otto Hightower resumed his duties as Hand. Rhaenyra had been enraged, but what had she expected? They were on Dragonstone and did not visit King's Landing often. Of course Alicent would be whispering in his ear and guiding him to make the choice she desired. Laenor had no wish to return to King's Landing – the place where Joffrey was maimed. The simple reality was they had few friends at court to help sway the King's decisions.

With the decision already made, there was naught to do now. With Harwin and his family joining them at Dragonstone there was even more reason not to return to King's Landing. Laenor was not sure if the decision to bring Harwin here was a good one, but Rhaenyra had desired it greatly. Given his relationship with Joffrey, he fully understood.

Another surprise was the missive from Elaena regarding young Aemond. He wished to try to bond with a dragon and it would just be him and Elaena and not the King's entire family.

Rhaenyra had simply stated, "Better to have only one of her spawn here than to have everyone arrive; refusing would just make us look boorish and delay the inevitable."

Elaena brought Aemond by dragonback and a small family dinner was prepared for the two arrivals. Laenor, Joffrey, Rhaenyra and Jace were present. The primary course was ribs roasted in a crust of garlic and herbs. The cooks of Dragonstone were only a shade less skilled than those in King's Landing and Laenor knew the food would always be excellent.

"Thank you for allowing Aemond to visit, Rhaenyra." Elaena smiled as she began helping herself to sides of mashed yellow turnips in butter and fish tarts.

Laenor's wife nodded in with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, "My half-brother is a Targaryen, 'tis only natural he would want a dragon."

He saw that Aemond shifted slightly at hearing the term 'half-brother' from Rhaenyra. Laenor wished there was less acrimony between Alicent and Rhaenyra. That his wife's hatred for Alicent had soured her feelings towards Alicent's children was a pity, despite knowing the politics of it all.

"Do you have a dragon in mind, Prince Aemond?" Laenor asked.

"I want the largest, so I will be claiming Vermithor."

"A dragon chooses its rider, the Bronze Fury may not want you," Rhaenyra reminded.

"He will choose me."

Laenor thought it smacked of a child's arrogance, but dragons were by their nature drawn to fiery personalities. If he were to make a wager, he would put it on the boy getting his dragon.

"Just remember not all battles are won in a single day. Some dragons take time to form a bond, and Vermithor is an older dragon," Elaena advised.

"My dragon is going to be as big as Vermithor when he's older!" Jace joined into the conversation for the first time.

Aemond snickered, "Vermithor is almost 100 years old, your little baby dragon won't get big enough in your lifetime."

Jace didn't like that. "I want a big dragon!"

Rhaenyra rubbed his back. "Vermax is your dragon since you were a babe. He has journeyed through life with you. No one else will be able to ride your dragon, but others have already ridden Vermithor."

Laenor watched as Rhaenyra calmed down her son. Jace was typically a good child, but was never really challenged by children his age. Luke was younger and smaller and looked up to his older brother. Aemond being here was a new experience.

Conversation moved and turned to other topics. Less benign topics, since Aemond wanted to hear stories about Leanor's second time going to the Stepstones.

"Did you really chop off the enemy leader's head? Or did Seasmoke rip it off?"

Laenor took a bit of food as he considered how to answer. Why did he have to ask that? He supposed it made sense given his recent fame as an unstoppable dragonrider.

"After killing him and his men his head was not that charred. I thought it would be a good time to send a message to the Triarchy that their leader was dead."

Aemond liked the answer, but wanted more. How many men did he think he killed? Would the Triarchy be back? Had he or Seasmoke ever been injured? Why was his second time fighting in the Stepstones so much more effective than the first time? Did he prefer to fight on the sea in ship battles or on land?

Rhaenyra and Joffrey looked amused, Jace looked awed, and it was impossible to tell what Elaena was thinking as Laenor did his best to answer those questions. He put on mien of general discomfort and finally said, "Given your age and my son's age, as well as ladies present, this is not the time to go into those sorts of details."

Aemond let the matter drop. The next day the lad went out with Elaena and secured the loyalty of Vermithor. Laenor knew Rhaenyra was disappointed at the easy success. He didn't think she truly wished the child ill, but the Hightower faction gaining control of Dreamfyre and Vermithor was a concern. Both of those dragons were larger than Syrax, Seasmoke, Caraxes, Meleys, and of course all the children's dragons. Only Vhagar, of the claimed dragons, was larger than Dreamfyre and Vermithor.

Laenor wondered if perhaps the next child Rhaenyra bore should wait and claim a dragon like Alicent's children had done. Silverwing had a previous rider and nested on Dragonstone. There were also two rather large wild dragons, one known as the Cannibal and the other as Sheepstealer. The final one was around the size of Sunfyre and was named Grey Ghost. On the other face of the argument, dragon eggs hatched more frequently when they were in a cradle with a newborn that had Targaryen blood. The link was a puzzle that the Maesters had no firm understanding of.

They saw the two royal children off and Elaena paused to share a few words.

"The rumors of my despoiling have all but disappeared, our new Lord Confessor is quite adept at instilling fear in would-be-gossips."

"That's Ser Harwin's brother, the one with the club foot?" Laenor asked.

"Indeed, sadly the true party responsible for forming those rumors was never uncovered. My guess is that most lords will put little stock in those rumors or perhaps not even recall they occurred three years from now when I begin looking for a match."

Rhaenyra grinned, "It should be a fun tour, but be warned, many of the lords will try to win your hand will be ridiculously unsuited."

"It is to be expected, when the cost of something is low and the reward is high, many will try even if their chances are dim. I will seek to rebuff advances politely and pick the match that most suits me."

"And what suits you? Have your tastes emerged? Do you wish for a tall man? Do you prefer slight or muscular? Wild or courtly?"

Laenor almost laughed as Elaena raised one eyebrow.

"I was pondering more along the lines of an open mind to my hobbies and interests. I also have no wish for a large brood as that would interfere with my travel, research, and other economic innovations I wish to pursue. Wealth is also a factor as I do desire comfort and an eventual easy and luxurious senescence. Geographical concerns also exist as I would like a climate that Viktoriya will appreciate and be able to hunt well without causing too much disruption."

Rhaenyra gave an exaggerated sigh. "Please grow into womanhood faster my sweet innocent sister. There is so much I wish to talk with you on, but it can wait. Be safe and do well to paid heed of court intrigues, for someone mislikes you and they may not stop after the first attempt."

Laenor could only shake his head. He had no doubt that whoever the culprit was had no idea what acts of wanton violence the young princess was capable of. It felt rather isolating to be the only other person in all of Westeros that understood how acutely dangerous Elaena of the House Targaryen truly was.

Failninjaninja · Saturday at 8:34 AM

A big thank you to @MARch_Of_Time for proofreading!

"In that case, one way to deal with it might be to show in no uncertain terms what the result of an escalation would be." -From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 4

Otto was pleased to be back in King's Landing. Alicent had not done an awful job in his stead, but he much preferred a more hands-on approach. Having two levers over Viserys would be useful. Some ideas and suggestions worked best in the small council room and others in the bed chambers. He knew now the one topic the King would never budge on, the succession, so long as he avoided stepping on that beartrap, his position would be secure.

His grandson Aemond had also done well. Securing the power of Vermithor to their cause was magnificent. Now they had a potential answer for Vhagar. The odds were still poor without the proper preparation, but they were growing better by the moment. Daeron and Daenora were too young to claim dragons yet, but they too would have options.

The fire at Harrenhal had worked out even better than what had been intended. Larys had made the arrangements with the goal of killing Lyonel, Harwin, and Harwin's son. Otto only truly cared about making the Hand position open. Harwin surviving and moving to Dragonstone? That was a gift from the Seven. Harwin dead would give time for people to forget Rhaenyra's transgressions, but a constant reminder in the form of a living breathing Breakbones? Perfect. He had told Larys not to make any additional moves without his say and the man had begrudgingly agreed.

It had been quite an unexpected coup to learn Larys hated his family. He had never suspected anything of the sort, but having a member of the Strong family on the council would no doubt make the Blacks believe they had another ally alongside the Master of Coin. Little would they realize that the Master of Whisperers was firmly on the side of the Greens.

Otto attended the first council session since his return with a jovial spirit.

"Ah, welcome Lord Hand," Lord Wylde spoke first and the rest murmured their greetings.

Viserys smiled at him. "Thank you for agreeing to return as my Hand. The peace the Seven Kingdoms has enjoyed needs someone of your caliber seeing to matters of state. Be welcome Otto Hightower."

"Thank you, Your Grace. I am eager to begin my duties. Having just arrived I have not yet prepared an agenda, what business does the small council have today?"

"Nothing overly pressing. I have the year's totals of the treasury to go over. Revenues continue to be up, and we've seen a marked uptick in trade which led to a projected net revenue improvement for next year's budgetary needs. There is a list of suggestions regarding usage of the surplus."

"What are those proposals?" Viserys asked.

"Infrastructure improvements. The kingsroad is not robust in many areas. By expanding and solidifying these roads, particularly to the north through the Riverlands, we will be able to decrease the cost of transporting goods. Banditry is not a serious issue, but we are dependent frequently on the local lords to resolve said issues. Once they are gone from a lord's lands, pursuit is not done seriously. Our chief proposal is to both improve the roads and create a secondary branch of the City Watch who would be responsible for patrolling those roads."

Lord Wylde nodded, "A good suggestion. Justice should not be thwarted due to laxness or fecklessness."

"What are the other suggestions?" Otto asked. He was uncertain if another armed force would be useful or a detriment. Oldtown did a great amount of trade via sea. If the roads were to be improved, he would prefer it be the roseroad.

"The Stepstones could be fortified and ships sent to help patrol. House Velaryon wishes to keep tariffs low, but if they are to bear the brunt of defending the Stepstones they would need to recoup their costs. As trade benefits all, it is another fine suggestion," Lord Beesbury replied.

Lyman cleared his throat again.

"Improving the Royal Fleet is always an option. We could also improve the city; some parts are a fire hazard and we can consider a concept called zoning to ensure the city reduces its noticeable stench. It would involve paying owners of certain properties a fair value so they can be torn down and rebuilt elsewhere. The proposal is one I personally dislike, but it is an option."

Otto narrowed his gaze. "You've mentioned 'our' and proposals you dislike, who are you working with on this?"

"Ah, that would be the princess, Elaena. She's a font of wonderful ideas and her accounting reforms as well as the Dragon Bank have seen our coffers grow and productive industry flourish." He gave a wry smile. "Well, I can't place all the credit on her, Ser Laenor clearing out the Triarchy at the Stepstones is of course a great boon."

Viserys was beaming. "Elaena is the Realm's Blessing as Rhaenyra was the Realm's Delight. Two fine daughters any King would be proud of."

You have two other daughters as well.

It was frustrating to have learned from his own daughter that Elaena was so simplistic in her view of the succession. Her voice could influence the likes of Beesbury and others if she had followed Alicent's lead. Her insistent neutrality in dress was a surprise. Possibly it was to just keep the peace with the family she lived with. In another young lady he could assume she was unaware of the strife or was too timid to choose a side, but Elaena had proven to be very mature for her age, with a mind clearly more advanced.

Grand Maester Mellos sound mildly annoyed as he added his thoughts, "Returning to the matter of the surplus, why be so quick to spend it? The treasury does not have its typical vastness because of the Dragon Bank. While year over year revenues and incomes have increased due to trade and interest from the debt, the treasury has less physical coin. I say we build back our reserves while we wait for the loans to be repaid."

Beesbury frowned, "Grand Maester, keeping coin idle does not serve the realm. We have enough in case a sudden influx is needed, and the bank is adequality capitalized. In the unfortunate outbreak of some calamity or war it will be up to the lords to gather their strength and the coffers will do little to aid a muster and arming of men in short order."

Viserys frowned. "Well, Otto? What do you suggest?"

"Having just arrived, Your Grace, I feel the need to understand these proposals a bit more before providing my counsel. Perhaps we can divvy it up in parts like the last time there was a windfall. Save some, improve the roads somewhat, and provide sums back to the houses that have paid the most to fill said coffers."

Viserys nodded. "Good, good, we can reconvene in two days and then we will hear your proposal, Otto."

The meeting moved to some other business, Wylde reported on the number of crimes committed within King's Landing and the punishments meted out. Lannister shared the status of the fleet and the finished construction of a galley.

After the meeting Otto discussed the surplus with Tyland Lannister.

"Let us make sure we are in accord when we speak in two days at the council. Funding the defenses of the Stepstones is not in our interest. Let merchants and lords chafe under Velaryon fees and tolls."

"We are of one mind, Lord Hand."

"The armed force patrolling the roads, that could be beneficial if we could control it. Wylde believes Aegon should be King after Viserys, but he also is too hidebound to take any steps before Viserys passes. If Viserys opts for their creation I need you to back giving control to my son, Gwayne."

With Tyland's agreement secured it was time to see just what Alicent had been teaching Aegon about his future.

***

Viserys was enjoying the walk with his daughter. She was planning on visiting her brother Daeron in Oldtown and was speaking to the idea of Daeron getting a head start on forging a Maester chain. The Maesters allowed others to study at the Citadel and forge links without taking on the vows of a Maester, to a certain point. His former Hand, his late friend, Lyonel, had six links forged for example.

"Isn't he young for that?"

"Very much so, but with intense study he could begin forging links prior to his maturity and if he chose the path of becoming a Maester he could very well have the largest chain. As a third son, there are worse fates. And of course if he opts not to become a Maester, having knowledge is better than not having it. While he may not inherit lands of importance, he could have a future on a small council as a critical advisor."

Viserys appreciated how forward-thinking his daughter was. The way she looked out for her half-siblings was something he was quite proud of. He prided himself on having done an exceptional job raising her. He knew he had not had as much time with her as he desired, but evidently the mistakes he had made with Rhaenyra had been corrected with Elaena.

"My Hand has finished his proposal. Given that you helped Lyman with suggestions, I wonder what your thoughts are on it?" Viserys asked.

Elaena was delighted to voice her opinion on it and Viserys explained the proposal. A lessening of the tax burden on the major ports of the realm such as Old Town, Lannisport, and Driftmark. There would be no funding for the Stepstones and the roseroad would be improved from King's Landing to Bitterbridge. Patrols would begin along the newly improved road underneath the command of Ser Gwayne, Elaena's uncle by marriage.

Elaena frowned slightly. "The roseroad? There is more of a need through the Riverlands. Though if we wished to compromise, why not forgo the lessening of the taxation on already wealthy houses and improve both the roseroad and the kingsroad toward the North?"

"Otto explained that since we were not funding the Stepstones sight towers, docks, and manpower it would make things difficult for the Velaryons. By giving them a reprieve on taxation they will have adequate funds. However, we wouldn't want to encourage military adventurism, so we wouldn't outright say that was the reason. So Otto proposed a clever scheme of providing the lessening of that taxes on the major ports as cover."

"Ah yes, cover, and no other potential reason." Elaena said, voice thick with wry disbelief.

Viserys stopped walking. "Have you been speaking with Rhaenyra about Otto? I know she's not fond of him, but you shouldn't let her views color your impression of him. Otto has been a good friend and has years of loyal and leal service to the crown."

"You know father, you are correct. I shouldn't allow my impression of him to be formed by others. With your permission, might I negotiate his proposal on behalf of the crown in your place? Ultimately if we cannot find resolution, we can bring this matter to your attention, but it would allow me to get a better measure of the man firsthand."

Viserys felt a smile bloom upon his face. "What a wonderful idea, Elaena. I'm sure working with him will allow you to see his good nature."

Moving from that subject, Elaena brought something else up.

"Father, you've gained a stone over the last two years. I discovered that you've been taking meals, full of foods that you had agreed to limit, for some time now."

Viserys huffed, "Who has been speaking of this?"

"It wasn't hard to uncover it, but no one outright betrayed your secrets. In fact most didn't know it was supposed to be secretive at all. Father, I want you to live long enough to see your grandchildren grow up. Grandchildren that I intend to give you too at some point. The eating to excess will only make activities like walks or taking stairs more difficult over time. Please practice more moderation."

This was a bit of an annoyance for Viserys. He had so much on his metaphorical plate that he desired to have more food on his literal plate. Had he not reigned over peace and plenty? Did he not deserve to indulge a little? He had already cut his drinking in the evenings, was he to live like a septon?

"Elaena, I appreciate your concern, but I am fine. You warned that based on your Citadel learnings that my joints would continue to worsen if I did not curb those foods, and yet I did not do so and while my joints occasionally bring me pain, it is rarely for long."

The King saw his daughter's face twitch oddly for a moment, and he continued.

"I am in good health. And it warms the heart to know you care for me this much. But I will not rob myself of my little pleasures as I manage the Seven Kingdoms. You will understand when you are older that when there are more responsibilities on your shoulders, there is more need to find things to lighten that burden."

Elaena let the matter drop, but Viserys could sense disappointment subtly radiating from her. Normally after their walks he felt an air of lightness and a sharpening of the mind, but after they departed there was no such feeling. He did hate disappointing his daughter and it cast a pall on his mood for the rest of the day.

***

Otto had put together his proposal to maximize the interests of the Greens. Providing a slight decrease in taxes to the port of Driftmark was only in the name of compromise and as a bargaining tool to get the King to agree. The man always wanted situations where everyone received something – due to this Otto knew how to structure agreements that on the surface did that, while still outright benefiting Hightower and their allies the most.

The King telling him that Elaena and he would make changes to the proposal based on mutual agreement with him had stuck in his craw. She may be advanced for her age, but to disrupt the delicate balance he had achieved would make a muddle of things.

"The Princess Elaena Targaryen," the guard outside of his office announced.

Otto rose and bowed his head as Elaena entered.

"Lord Hand, thank you for agreeing to meet with me."

"The pleasure is mine, princess. Would you care for some refreshment? I have a rich Arbor vintage… oh forgive me, I can have something sent for instead."

Genuine amusement seemed to dance in Elaena's eyes as she declined his offer.

"Perhaps we might begin in earnest. I had some preliminary adjustments I thought beneficial," Elaena spoke directly.

"Do tell."

"I do not see a need for a decrease in taxation just targeting the richest ports. They are already wealthy and have no troubles maintaining a guard, fleets, and adequate stores for winter. I would remove that from the proposal all together. My father states that the taxation ploy is but a means to an end to secure funding for House Velaryon without rewarding them for military actions outside of the King's expressed promotion. But that simply is not an issue. Everyone enjoys a winner, providing resources to safeguard the Stepstones is simply prudent."

Otto kept a frown from his face as he listened. This was going to be worse than he expected. It would be a delicate dance because it was clear Viserys looked favorably on his daughter. He had hoped to persuade and possibly even trick her into agreeing to his proposal, but by her initial overture, she had a keen understanding of the situation.

"I do think it behooves the crown to ensure trade in the south is maintained without making individual merchants bear the price of safe seas. Coin should be provided for that. Now, as to the roads, instead of concentrating it solely on the roseroad I'm willing to see it split into the kingsroad and the roseroad. Given that House Velaryon has secured the trade passages in the south, I would think someone else from that esteemed house would be best for commanding the extension of the City Watch. Say Vaemond Velaryon?"

"Some of those ideas may have merit, but I fear you may not have a full understanding of the implications here. For one, House Velaryon is known for its ships. Ser Vaemond is more fit to patrolling the Gullet or the Narrow Sea. You must also understand that the noble houses chafe under the consistent chipping away of their authority. I do not mean to propose they would raise their banners, but the King has always sought peace and amicable relations between the nobility and the crown. Reducing taxation is a gesture of respect from the crown."

Elaena was nodding. "You forget that many houses, great and small, have already benefited from the crown forming the Dragon Bank. Buying up high interest debt held by the Iron Bank and providing a lower rate has allowed some of the lords to further improve their lands. Viserys is overall quite popular – doling out positions like Master of Ships and the Handship to the Westerlands and to the Reach. I suspect you overstate the case in how disgruntled the nobility truly is."

Otto realized that Elaena was far less malleable than Viserys. He could not simply share information and have it accepted at face value. Nor could he lean on the Grand Maester and Tyland like he could in the small council chamber to back what he was saying.

"We appear to have a disagreement on the facts of this situation. I assure you, princess, that I have met with far more nobles and heads of houses and discussed these very issues. What you have described as a proposal is not anything I can support."

Elaena smiled, "Then we have two competing ideas that cannot both be enacted. Shall we go to my father and explain we could not compromise? Should my eyes grow watery and say you were dismissive of me?"

Otto's eyes widened fearfully for a moment.

"Or… shall we get to the haggling?" Elaena's gaze caught his and those blue Arryn eyes had no give in them.

Otto realized something then and there. Elaena was not neutral. She was fully siding with the Blacks and was almost certainly getting her orders from her older sister Rhaenyra, or perhaps her disturbingly competent husband. Every part of her suggested actions over the years had been to undermine the Reach and the Westerlands, Rhaenyra's principal opponents in the court. He had thought Alicent's Greens had full reign over the court, but Rhaenyra had left a snake in the grass. A girl, supposedly innocent of the ways of the court who held the King's ear. And Alicent had thought she was neutral!

My daughter can be such a fool.

"To haggling then. What are you willing to compromise on?"

"The roads. We can concentrate on the roseroad fully, if in exchange you drop the tax reduction and have those funds diverted to the Stepstones."

Otto thought carefully. His position was precarious in many ways. He recalled how overtly proud Viserys was of Elaena and how easy it would be for Elaena to color this meeting in way that harmed him in the King's eyes. This was not what he had hoped for, but in the end none of the nobles outside of the small council knew of the surplus.

"Agreed, but on one condition. It is not Vaemond who will be in command of the patrols, instead it will be my son Gwayne."

Otto watched as Elayna bit her lip. He knew that Rhaenyra would not want another armed institution under Hightower command. It was most certainly the biggest hurdle. But how match latitude had they given Elaena in these negotiations?

"60/40 then instead of a 50/50 split. The Stepstones receives the 60."

Otto blinked in surprise, but this was too good of an opportunity to miss. Elaena was no doubt making an impulsive decision, and he did not want to give her a chance to reconsider or exchange word with whatever agent the Blacks had in King's Landing telling her what to do.

"Done, but let us put this business behind us and take it to the King immediately. I also expect you to share how industrious our partnership was."

"Well, my Lord Hand, that depends on if that is reciprocal in nature. If I stated you were eager to compromise and work with, I would expect you to do the same. Have we an accord?"

Otto saw no harm on it, Elaena already had the King's ear. Yes, this was not nearly as bad as he feared. Now that he knew that the game was up regarding where Elaena's loyalties truly were, he could counteract what she suggested. In fact working with her regularly in the future would allow him insight into what Rhaenyra was planning.

He raised his cup of wine, "To a productive working relationship, the princess and the Hand."

And when the time is ripe, you too will be removed from the board.

***

Alicent was in the birthing bed for the sixth time. As usual, her sweet daughter Elaena was by her side. For the most part, Alicent trusted her father, but she could not believe his claims regarding Elaena. Her daughter was loyal to her father, the King, so of course she believed the King's will should prevail in the succession. But to suggest that she was working glove and fist with Rhaenyra to plot intrigues in the court? Madness. Sadly, her father seemed to be growing paranoid with age, seeing enemies behind every shadow. He was still a wise man in other regards, but not when it came to this.

Mellos was there helping the birth, even his normal pessimism gone as Alicent went through her labors. She had gone through so many births, she knew what to do and the pain barely even bothered her anymore.

"Push, Your Grace, the baby is coming any moment."

"Surely not so soon, Grand Maester, it will likely be another hour," Elaena spoke.

Mellos glared at Elaena. "Princess, I have been part of dozens of births, I believe I know what I speak of."

Elaena inclined her head and did not comment further. It took another eighty minutes before Alicent gave birth to a silver haired boy. He was slightly larger than average and had violet eyes.

"A healthy boy, Your Grace," Mellos announced. "Have you a name?"

"The King granted me leave; he shall be named Uthor."

Mellos gave a smile at hearing it, "An ancient name, one that comes with high expectations. May he live up to them, fully."

Alicent was weary, but not as weary as her last birth. Perhaps the additional food Elaena pushed on her had made the difference. The babe looked heartier too. She fed him and held him close to her, once again feeling the strange admixture of joy at the creation of something she had not truly wanted, but was now pleased to have done so.

Viserys entered sometime later and held his newborn son.

"Babe and mother are healthy? Truly the Gods smile on the House of the Dragon. You've done well, my love."

Alicent nodded wearily. "Thank you, Viserys. You have an even set now, four daughters and four sons."

Viserys smiled at that. Alicent knew he would be very pliable in the coming weeks. The perfect time to ask for a favor. Her father no longer wanted Aegon to marry Elaena, and instead wanted Aegon to marry Helaena. The match of a brother and sister would be carrying on the tradition of Old Valyria. When it had been broached before, Viserys had demurred and wanted to wait for the outcome of Elaena's marriage tour. However, he would be open to doing a favor.

Her father had explained that if Aegon had a child before Viserys died, it would show a strong continuation of the line of the would-be King. This sort of stability factored in to the decision making of noble houses that were still undecided. And so, he desired for the match to be made sooner than later, and they could wed upon Helaena's first moon's blood.

Elaena patted her hand and said she was going to go to her own rest. Alicent loved Elaena, it was obvious how frightening she found the birthing bed. She always started so strong, but as the process continued, she would grow pale and withdrawn. Elaena never spoke any prayers, but the way she held herself in seemingly utter concentration, Alicent could only assume she was beseeching the Seven for a healthy birth. She admired her daughter of the heart for bravery. She knew of duty and sacrifice, unlike her older sister Rhaenyra.

Alicent drifted off to sleep and woke up to her brother's presence. Gwayne Hightower was now Commander of the Waywardens. His duties oft took him from the city, but he had found time to return.

"Ah, sister, I came as soon as I heard."

"No matter, your nephew is sleeping, but I'm sure you can hold him if you are careful. How fares my husband's roads?"

"There are few troubles. In fact, some of the lords further out from King's Landing have complained that due to our vigil, their own lands face more banditry. Things are well in hand and Ser Donnel Wydman can handle things while I visit."

Alicent knew that Elaena had persuaded her brother to make two of the Knights of Victory officers in the Waywardens, and it seemed Ser Donnel had proven his worth. Gwayne had always been a dutiful knight and she was glad he had a strong second.

Gwayne gently picked up the sleeping Uthor and held him. Alicent had done her duty again. Her family was nearby and everyone was healthy. Worry and anxiety plagued her daily, but for that moment, she knew peace and comfort.

***

Rhaenyra was pleased by how things were coming along. Harwin and his bride had settled in well. Her love had shared that Lyra almost certainly knew of their relationship, and whom the boys' father was. However she had made it clear she didn't wish to speak of it and ignored it. Harwin did his duty by her and their son and that was the end of it.

Rhaenyra was also pregnant again. Only this time, she didn't know if the father of the child was Harwin or Daemon. Either way she would love the child fully, but for political reasons having a child that looked more Targaryen would help. She planned to announce her pregnancy at dinner. Daemon and Laena were already here, and Elaena would be flying in to join them.

A few hours before dinner Daemon arrived. They embraced like the lovers they were, and when their lips parted, he spoke seriously.

"Rhaenyra, I have news you should be forewarned of."

"Oh?"

"Elaena and Otto have been working together. These new 'Waywardens' are a joint project she and that Hightower dog worked on together. Her Knights of Victory have been named officers, and guess who holds command?"

"Who?"

"Gwayne Hightower, Otto's son. I know you care for your sister, but she has made plain by deed, not dress, that she is on Alicent's side."

Rhaenyra did not think that was the case. Elaena would never betray her, she knew that.

"Daemon, you worry too much. Road patrols are hardly a dangerous force for us to fear. Gwayne isn't his father, and seems cordial enough. She lives in King's Landing; do you expect her not to interact with anyone?"

"She can interact with who she likes, but from what I've heard from my friends in the city, she has my brother's ear and regularly meets with the Hand. All I am saying is that you should mind your words with your sister and do not trust her."

Rhaenyra frowned, but didn't wish an argument before dinner. "I will take precautions, but you will not pick any quarrels. Today is a day of happiness, try not to ruin it out of boredom."

Daemon chuckled and kissed her once more before returning to his own wife. Shortly thereafter, Elaena landed and the two embraced. Rhaenyra could find no sign that things had changed between them. Her sister was her usual self. A little odd, fascinated with the most boring of subjects, and unfailingly polite.

Dinner was a wonderous affair. Jace was six now and well behaved enough to sit at the high table. Luke was still a bit of a handful so he and Aenar were being watched by the servants. At the table sat Laenor, Laena, Daemon, Joffrey, Harwin, and Lyra. The people she cared most about, save her father who remained at King's Landing, were all together under one roof.

"Tell me Elaena, you are three and ten now, surely you have some idea as to where your affections might lie," Rhaenyra asked.

"I'm doing some preliminary work as to where to visit and when."

"You know what I mean! Speaking of which, have you become a woman proper now?"

Joffrey guffawed and Laenor smacked him on the arm.

"Oh, you speak of my moon's blood? Yes, that happened some time ago. An irritant, but one I can deal with."

Rhaenyra sighed. Elaena was as unchanging as the stars.

"Have you considered a match with your nephew Jacaerys?" Laena asked.

Daemon quickly interjected before anyone else can speak, "No, that wouldn't be a good a match. There are other matches that young Jacaerys should consider."

"Oh, maybe Lucerys? Though the age gap is becoming a bit broad there." Laena amended.

Daemon shook his head. "That would not be ideal either. Aenar would be best, though you are right about the large distance of age. Elaena is ten years older and such a match would delay her from childbirth for some time."

Rhaenyra looked at her uncle. It quickly dawned on her as to why he didn't like the suggestions.

"Uncle, are you looking to make your Baela my Jace's Queen?"

Daemon nodded, "The thought had crossed my mind once or twice. It would tie the house even more firmly together and since your first three children were all sons a brother and sister marriage would not be possible."

"We could have talked of this earlier Daemon," Laena spoke with mild disapproval.

"It is good to discuss these things," Rhaenyra said, "and I truly am not opposed to the match. Though that still leaves poor Elaena to wed outside our family."

"I much prefer it that way," Elaena spoke up, "I have a different view on the Targaryen tradition of sibling and close family marriages. That is why I did not consent to the match with Aegon that father proposed."

Rhaenyra dropped the garlic buttered bun in her hand and let it clatter against the silverware at her side.

"Father did what?"

"He wished me to wed Aegon, but I did not want to marry family."

Daemon had narrowed his gaze and his eyes were stormy. "I would not see that as a good match, but why do you not wish to marry in the tradition of our House?"

"I simply do not. Some men prefer tall women, and others prefer short. Some men don't prefer women at all, is it so odd that some I prefer not to be partnered with close family?"

Joffrey couldn't help but laugh again despite Laenor's glare.

"The point is rather unimportant now, if Jace and Luke are spoken for, and Aenar is too young, and none of us want her to marry any of the Queen's brood, the words are like wind. They don't matter."

"I wouldn't be a Velaryon if I didn't speak, ser. Wind does matter, but I agree with you Harwin, Elaena's preferences don't matter here so none should chide her over it."

"Thank you Laenor, I always appreciate your helpfulness," Elaena smiled at him.

For her part, Rhaenyra was still shocked that her father had planned to wed Aegon and Elaena. Had that marriage gone through… loyalties would be horribly divided. Her sister would be expected to cleave to her husband. Were it not for Elaena's odd thoughts regarding not laying with family, it could have been an enormous mess.

Remembering her purpose for the dinner, she shook herself and stood up.

"All this talk of matches has made this the right moment. Laenor and I are expecting a fourth child!"

A wave of congratulations was said and spirits were high. Joffrey was drinking, but he had always been a humorous drunk. Daemon was in good spirits, likely because she had responded favorably to the match between her son, the future King, and Daemon's eldest daughter. Daemon suggested that after they had recovered from their libations, they should all go flying on the morrow. Rhaenyra thought it a fine idea, and she was not too far along that her pregnancy would hinder her.

Failninjaninja · Saturday at 8:34 AM

A very special thank you @MARch_Of_Time for proofreading!

Also - you may have noticed updates are a little slower. I tend to hyper fixate on things in waves. In Feb and most of March it was fanfiction writing. Currently its a video game.

I'm not abandoning anything, but the updates are probably going to be probably every other week for this and the Myrcella story, probably alternating. So one week this story, the next the other one.

Chapter 15

Apologize! If you can't do that, then we're fighting to the death!" - From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 7

Daemon eagerly mounted Caraxes; it was a beautiful day for flying with the sun shining high. He thought back through his memory. Five dragons would take flight at the same place, perhaps for the first time in decades.

My cousin should fly more, we could have made it six.

Obviously, Daemon would not want half-breeds like the cunt of Hightower's grandchildren joining them. Even after all these years he could not believe his brother had married Alicent. He should have married Laena, that was the match that would preserve the true blood of Old Valyria.

His foolishness was my gain, so I shouldn't be bitter.

He enjoyed Laena immensely. She was a descendant of two houses of Old Valyria and that counted for more. Their daily life was agreeable, between bouts of fucking each other and flying dragons he was rather content. She even joined him in bed with Rhaenyra. Save for marrying Rhaenyra herself, this was the best possible match for him. She had also proven fertile and given him two daughters. Other than their small size, due to having to share a womb, they were flawless.

As the dragons soared, Daemon made note of their sizes. The largest, by far, was mighty Vhagar. She was past her prime, but the strength of her scales and breath made her the most dangerous dragon in the world. Not even his own mighty Caraxes has as much power as that ancient bastion of strength.

Next in size was Caraxes, then Syrax, then Seasmoke, and finally Viktoriya. Viktoriya was a young dragon, but had put on size faster than most. As much as he viewed her as treacherous, he could not find fault with Elaena's lineage, for it was the same as her sister Rhaenyra's. She also seemed adept at flying her dragon and did so frequently which mayhap have helped her growth.

As the dragons soared, they swooped through the air and flew around each other. Daemon was used to racing Vhagar and Syrax on Caraxes. His dragon typically won those races as mighty Vhagar's bulk hurt her in that regard and Syrax was simply not as quick as Caraxes. Daemon and Laena often play fought in the skies, completing faux chases, and raining fire nearby each other. Caraxes was always under his full control, and Laena did well with Vhagar, but the old battle dragon did at times have a temper and it was good to be careful.

Daemon considered what would happen if his brother died soon. Viserys was weak and easily led by the nest of vipers that was his small council, but Daemon truly wished him no harm. He was his brother and the King and if push ever came to shove, he would defend his older brother to the death. But, if he were to die, he knew the Hightower schemers would try to crown Aegon and have Otto rule as Regent.

If that were to occur, dragon would fight dragon. For now those loyal to Rhaenyra had a massive advantage. Vhagar was bigger than Vermithor and Laena a much more experienced rider. It would be up to Daemon to likely deal with Dreamfyre, and he was confident Caraxes could take her, even if Dreamfyre was a bit larger. His niece, Helaena, was said to be an avid dragonrider, but she wouldn't be able to hold a candle to him.

Sunfyre would be dealt with by Syrax and Seasmoke would deal with Viktoriya. That still left Princess Rhaenys and her dragon Meleys as another battle dragon as an extra. A tidy victory with each match favoring the Blacks. The problem was that very few knew of how dragon fights went down in Old Valyria. Daemon knew. The most common occurrence when dragon fought dragon of similar size was mutual death of riders and dragons. The histories said that was the most common outcome, though of course individual skill and draconic prowess could lead to better outcomes.

Viserys was also likely to live longer. There things became murkier. Daeron was the next one who would be of age to claim a dragon. Should he claim Silverwing, who was bigger than even Dreamfyre, it would cause some consternation. The dragon had already flown to King's Landing shortly after Vermithor's claiming, so there was little Daemon could think they could do to stop it.

Rhaenyra's three sons all had dragons, but they were inconsequential at the moment, as was his daughter's dragon. He almost hoped the egg she had would not hatch. It would be better if she claimed an already adult dragon, though either way that was years away. If Daeron did in fact claim Silverwing, then the last of the 'tame' dragons would be Tessarion. There also existed three wild dragons on Dragonstone, who the small folk had named the Cannibal, Sheepstealer, and Grey Ghost.

Tessarion was of similar size to Seasmoke. Grey Ghost was larger and nearing the size of Syrax. Sheepstealer was even larger and around the weight of Caraxes. The dreaded Cannibal was nearly as large as the Bronze Fury. Claiming a wild dragon was perilous and Daemon would prefer not to risk his daughter doing so.

An issue for another time, as her egg may yet still hatch.

As Elaena and her dragon may one day be enemies, it was time to show her how dangerous that could be. He spoke to Caraxes and they rose higher into the air. As Daemon circled up, he saw Elaena below him. With a vicious smirk he sent Caraxes into a dive toward Viktoriya. His intention was to scare her, however Caraxes moved directly for Viktoriya.

"Do not!" Daemon shouted in High Valyrian, but the bulk of Caraxes was descending directly down. Fortunately, Elaena sensed it and quickly veered Viktoriya to the side, avoiding Caraxes. Daemon fought for control and Caraxes relented as he leveled off. He scanned the sky for Elaena and the others, initially not seeing the smaller dragon at all. A shadow fell over him.

How?

Elaena was directly over him, perhaps only fifty feet above, pacing Caraxes easily. It made no move to attack, just matched Caraxes. Daemon veered off to the left and Viktoriya matched it, continually putting him in the shade. With a growl of irritation he commanded Caraxes to rise and his dragon began to circle upwards. He then veered sharply, he then descended, and quickly rose again. But every which way he went, somehow, the little princess kept her dragon between him and the sunlight, almost never wavering her exact position above him.

Daemon was becoming sorely tempted to have Caraxes crane his neck upward and exhale a gout of flames on the silver dragon above him. It would not do to actually cause her or her dragon harm. Rhaenyra was still convinced her sister was the best sister someone could hope for and loyal to her. But he was tempted… fortunately for his willpower, Syrax and Seasmoke flew toward them curious as to what was going on. As they arrived Viktoriya ceased shadowing him and flew back down to the island.

Once all the dragons had landed and their riders dismounted, Elaena headed straight toward him on foot.

"Uncle Daemon, never fly like that again. With my sister, with me, or your nephews. Had I not moved, Viktoriya could have been hurt."

Daemon smirked. "There was never any danger of you being harmed; it was but a bit of sport."

"Then perhaps your eyesight begins to fail you," Elaena replied with her face not wearing any expression at all.

Rhaenyra and the others arrived into the conversation.

"What's going on?" Rhaenyra asked.

"Nothing." Daemon replied.

"Uncle Daemon is reckless and nearly caused Viktoriya injury. I mean to have his word that he will not be so foolhardy when he flies with you and others."

"I was not reckless. Caraxes goes where I will. You were never in any danger," Daemon retorted.

"Did you scare my sister?" Rhaenyra asked with a frown.

"It was a lark, to help get her to pay attention when flying. I was well away from her dragon; the rush of wind just frightened her."

"No, you were about to collide with me, until I evaded you."

Laenor cleared his throat. "Daemon, whether you were about to collide with her, or merely made her think you were about to collide with her is only a matter of degree in which you were in the wrong. This is my good-sister who has yet to reach adulthood."

Laena added her voice as well, "My love, she seems very certain, which means she feared for her dragon. Let us put the matter to rest with a promise to be more careful."

Daemon's temper threatened to overtake him, but he realized he was alone here. He also realized that the more he argued, the less they would take his future warnings of Elaena's loyalties to heart. He glanced at the others and then back at Elaena.

"Forgive me, princess, I frightened you without cause."

Elaena looked at him for a few moments. "The past is the past, but I would ask for your word that you would not take such risks with your family."

"You have it then," Daemon kept the rancor he was feeling from entering his voice.

Rhaenyra smiled, "Well, what's done is done then. We've broken our fast, but the cooks will have honeyed rolls for snacking if any care to join me."

***

Viserys struggled to his feet. The pain in his toe and knees was hideous, but he was determined not to miss the morning walk with his daughter. The diluted milk of the poppy took the edge of the torment, but only just. Maester Mellos said that taking any more could have adverse effects and make him too drowsy and incoherent to rule. He limped to the gardens, the Kingsguard a white shadow by his side.

"Ah, Elaena, how good of you to wait."

"It is no trouble father. Trouble sleeping?"

"Not as such… the mornings are hard on my feet."

"The Maester has not had any luck treating you?"

"He relieves the symptoms, but can only keep my toe from becoming inflamed so much."

"Father, won't you try the selection of foods I have created for you? I truly believe they will help."

Viserys made a silent curse. "Oh, very well, I give you leave to command the cooks of the palace for what I shall eat. But if it does not provide relief soon, I will go back to what I ate before. At least that makes me happy."

Elaena hugged him. His daughter was not one for many embraces, with one per day as normalcy. So the spur of the moment hug was a welcome surprise, and one that already made him feel better. His mind seemed less clouded and even his throbbing joints eased a bit from the shooting pains.

From there they spoke of Rhaenyra's impending birth. His eldest daughter was about to give birth to her fourth child. Along with it, Syrax had laid a clutch of three eggs. Given the rate of births, there would be great need for more dragon eggs! Viserys felt inordinately proud of that. The Targaryen dynasty was flourishing under his reign. Alicent had given him six children. Three of them dragonriders already. Rhaenyra had given three grandchildren and all of them had cradle dragons. It felt good to know the strength of his house was increasing at such a rapid pace.

"Elaena, I know your mind in regards to wedding within the family. Our agreement was if you did not find a suitable match you would wed Aegon." Viserys held up his hand, "No, no, let me finish. Would you take objection to changing who among the family you would marry if you do not find a suitable marriage arrangement?"

"Since I have every intention of finding such an arrangement, I would not mind. Though I am curious as to why and who."

"A match has been proposed between Aegon and Helaena, and it has been requested that a betrothal be in place sooner than late."

Viserys watched a minor look of revulsion appear on his daughter's face. She mastered it quickly.

"The marrying of brother to sister has always bothered me father, but it is not mine own marriage. If Helaena and Aegon do not share my… feelings on the matter, it really is not my place to object. An early betrothal is fine, but marriage should wait until they both reach maturity. In the event they feel different about each other, there will be no dishonor in changing the arrangements since it is your own family."

Viserys scratched at his chin. "Hmm, there was a thought to have them wed once Helaena's moon's blood is upon her."

"That seems premature and dangerous. Childbirth for those very young can cause complications, or at least that is what my studies have suggested. Around 70 years ago a Maester did a…"

What followed was a very dry and dull explanation, one that Viserys didn't truly need. Childbirth was perilous and if there was even some slight additional danger at 13 or 14, he didn't object to having them wed around Helaena's sixteenth name-day.

"Mercy Elaena, I believe you. The nuptials can wait, but we will announce the betrothal. In the event you fail in your tour, I will have you wed to Aemond instead."

"That is well understood. In truth, that you consult me anywise brings me all the more appreciation for having such a good father."

Viserys beamed and smiled down at his daughter. Sometimes he doubted himself, given how wild Rhaenyra had turned out, so it was nice to hear Aemma's other blessing speak aloud her feelings about him.

Now if only his damnable body would not make life difficult, he could truly enjoy himself. He would honor his agreement with his daughter and allow her to see if this 'healthy diet' would alleviate the pains in his toe and other areas. It would be a shame if he had to give up these wonderous walks. He knew no better armor for dealing with the small council than a clear and refreshed mind. And lately even they had been less cantankerous. The regular discussions his good friend Otto was having with Elaena meant that in many cases all his councilors were in agreement by the time a proposal was brought forward! Depending on how Elaena's marriage tour went, Viserys wondered how feasible it would be to keep her in King's Landing to serve on the small council in some capacity.

A thought for when the time grows closer.

***

"I'm not saying I believe she will be a bad wife," Aegon began, "I'm just saying that the pressures of being Queen will not be good for her. You know how she prefers to be left alone with her painting and sketches."

Aemond shrugged. "You are getting a dragonrider as a wife, you shouldn't complain so much."

Aegon was never sure if Aemond disagreed with him, or if he just wanted to argue. Aemond enjoyed the 'robust exchange of ideas' that Elaena had taught them. Rhetoric was a tool, and like all tools it had to be honed from time to time. Aemond had relished it just like he relished swordplay. Aegon was indifferent to it, he saw the value of course, Elaena had told them it was important, but he didn't enjoy it. He would prefer discussion to find the best course together, not a spar with words.

Truthfully, he just hated finding another skill that Aemond was better at him in. It was stupid, he was three years older than his younger brother, why couldn't he best him in anything? Aegon let that familiar frustration go for the moment and shook his head.

"If I wanted to wed a dragonrider, I'd prefer Elaena."

"Well, naturally," Aemond replied, "she would be the best for anyone. But she's made it clear she takes the more Andal and First Men view on familial marriage."

"Right."

"Since mother and father and wanted to continue the tradition of father's house, who are your options? Wait years and years for Daenora to be old enough? Daemon's daughters are even younger, and it seems like they will be betrothed to the Dark Storm's sons."

Aegon sighed. "You're right brother, I was just commenting."

Aemond snorted. "It sounded like complaining, and you know the rule on that. If you wish to complain, you had best have a solution in mind as well, otherwise you will just decrease morale without purpose. Or at the very least you bring up the issue so others can brainstorm solutions, you were just griping to gripe."

Aegon felt his fist tighten. Aemond may be able to beat him in swordplay, but he still outweighed the younger boy. It was tempting to lay into him.

No, I better not, Elaena would be disappointed.

"What of you, who do you think you will be matched with?" Aegon asked to slightly change the subject off himself.

Aemond considered, "Our brothers, Daeron or Uthor would be closer in age than I would be to Daenora. I suspect I'll have a match outside of the family. Somewhere in the Stormlands or the Reach would be ideal."

"Why there?" Aegon asked.

"Conflict in the Dornish Marchers. I can't very well make a name for myself if I'm not involved in any fighting. It is also closer to the Stepstones if the Triarchy wishes to go another round in the future."

Aegon chuckled. "They'll likely only try once Ser Laenor has gone from this world."

"Aye, and I mean to make similar reputation for myself when its time. Laenor flies Seasmoke and Vermithor is three times as large. Perhaps I will be the one to conquer Dorne, something not even the first Aegon could do."

Aegon shook his head, "That's too far into the future to really think on, but the Dornish don't fight fair. You know the stories, people murdered at weddings, poisonings, and ambushes. When I rule, I would prefer peace."

"When you rule?" Aemond asked.

"It isn't official, but grandfather says that the lords will never bend the knee to Rhaenyra. They don't want to follow a Queen as a sovereign."

Aemond furrowed his brow. "Grandfather speaks rather freely of treasons. Regardless of what the lords will do, while father is King, we shouldn't discuss defying his chosen successor."

"It is just the two of us, Aemond. Don't be so fretful over it."

"Me? Fretful? Aegon you are the one – bah it doesn't matter. Just hold your tongue, you never know who might overhear. I would have thought grandfather would have had better sense than to talk about this sort of thing with you."

Aegon stood up. "I believe I'll go riding with Sunfyre; conversation with you grows wearisome."

Aemond gave him a smirk, the look something that never failed to irritate Aegon, and a nod. Aegon decided he would invite Helaena, his soon to be formally betrothed. They got along well enough, but it couldn't hurt to strengthen their bond.

***

Laenor was a bit drunk as he sat in the room he oft shared with Joffrey. Rhaenyra was likely to start her labors in next few days and Elaena had just arrived a few hours earlier.

"Drinking without me? You must be nervous about this one," Joffrey said after entering their room.

Laenor let out a inappropriately derisive giggle. "Oh yes, Rhaenyra, that's why I'm drinking."

Joffrey looked at him quizzically. "Is there something else?"

Laenor looked away, and Joffrey gently reached out and touched his chin, exerting a minimal force to move back Laenor's gaze to his.

"What is this? You are the bravest man I know, but you seem unmanned by something. Do you fear some conflict between Ser Harwin and Daemon? Based on the timing, the babe is likely Daemon's, but I thought Harwin was accepting of this."

"No, it isn't that. I shouldn't speak of this to anyone, but it is gnawing away at me. I am not the man the realm thinks I am."

"Then tell me. I promise I will still be here with you, regardless of what it is."

"Promise me, promise me you will never breathe a word of this to anyone."

"I swear it, not speak of what ails you, my love."

Laenor took a deep breath. "I am not the Dark Storm. I am not the one who laid waste to the Dornish troops, nor am I the one who sent the Triarchy fleeing. It was not I who hunted down enemies and delivered their heads to foreign cities. It is maddening to know that the hushed whispers and stares wherever I go are naught but lies. If I so much as raise my voice, when not clearly in jest, I see terror in the eyes of others."

Joffrey looked at him in confusion. "If you didn't do it – who did?"

Laenor barked out a laugh. "That's the trick of it all, no one would believe me if I said it. I could scarcely believe it myself."

Joffrey folded his arms across his chest. "You can't leave it at that, who is he then? Who is this mysterious dragonrider, and should I be jealous?" Joffrey's voice was tinged with mild amusement.

Laenor shook his head. "Not a he, a her. Elaena Targaryen, the killer of thousands before she even reached maturity."

Joffrey looked stunned. "If this is a jest…"

"See? See!? It is absurdity! And do you know how it affected her to do this? Do you know how she changed?"

Joffrey shook his head slowly.

"It didn't! Not one bit of her personality or mannerisms changed. Perfectly polite and poised at all times. She is an unrivaled force of slaughter, a master of killing in the guise of a little girl – and no one would ever believe it!" Laenor's voice cracked from the wine and absurdity of it all.

Joffrey was silent for a few moments as Laenor tried to compose himself, but then he spoke. "It sounds fantastical, but you have always spoken the truth to me. And riding a dragon, well the dragon is doing most of the work. Perhaps the princess is just along for the ride and it is Viktoriya that is filled with bloodlust."

Laenor shrugged his shoulders. "It could be true, mother said that in the lore of Old Valyria a dragon influences its rider and the rider influences their dragon. Only, I don't believe my personality is altered due to Seasmoke. There is so much we don't know of our past. Dragonlore is guesswork and seems to be different enough from dragon to dragon to make the whole of it useless." Laenor let a small smile appear on his face. "Don't tell Daemon I said that."

"So it is Elaena that makes you nervous? That is why you are drinking?"

Laenor nodded. "She unnerves me. There are moments when she's looked at me and I've felt every instinct in my body screaming at me that she is the deadliest person in the room. It has only been a few times, and typically when Rhaenyra gives birth to someone clearly not my child, but I will not cling to false pride. I do not want to be there when my wife gives birth to another babe that does not look like me."

Joffrey looked at him with sympathy. "Well, if it's any consolation, she cares deeply for her sister. No doubt she is concerned for her, so that means she is sympathetic to you. And she helped your house both through loans from the Dragon Bank at generous rates, and in helping clear out the Stepstones. Your good-sister is an ally, her dragon riding ability and fierceness in battle is a good thing."

Laenor supposed that was true. In the end, Elaena had never done a single thing save for some choice words and a few looks to ever harm him. He remembered the way Elaena had stayed by Joffrey's bedside when Cole had wounded him so badly. Laenor knew he was expected to be there in the birthing room, and truthfully even though the babe was not his, he would love the child just as he loved the sons Rhaenyra had already borne.

"Thank you, Joffrey. You always know what to say."

***

Rhaenyra enjoyed being the focus of attention of all her favorite people. It made the pangs of labor and the discomfort of pregnancy tolerable. Harwin, Laenor, and Elaena were all by her side as always. This time, Laena and Daemon too had arrived. Rhaenyra had grown quite close to them both. Daemon was just so, so… Daemon. It was always like riding a dragon, exhilarating and a bit dangerous. It was so different than with Harwin. Harwin was gentle, a strong rock she could lean on and rest assured that he would comfort and be there for her. As much as she desired Daemon, she knew he was not that sort.

Laena had been such an exquisite surprise. Playful in and out of bed, she was a much-needed feminine presence in her life. Elaena did not count, being far too dispassionate. Rhaenyra appreciated her intelligence and her competitiveness in dragon races, but how she wished she had a sister who she could gossip with like she used to do with Alicent, before the betrayal.

Despite efforts of politeness, she could not get herself to enjoy time with Lyra. The woman was meek and strangely fearful of Rhaenyra. For no cause, truly, it wasn't like Lyra had to worry about her safety. She was Harwin's wife, of course she was secure in Dragonstone! Perhaps it was the near loss of her life in the fire that had her so skittish.

For the birthing itself she was glad Maester Gerardys was attending the birth and not the perpetual fearmonger Grand Maester Mellos. Her labors were for the fourth time something she handled with ease. When it was done, she looked on at Elaena who was a little unsteady.

"See? Nothing to worry about, the Gods have graced me with a body fit for birthing."

Elaena gave her a tight nod and Gerardys declared the boy a perfectly healthy babe. The child's fine Targaryen features were quite different than his siblings, and Rhaenyra knew it was Daemon that was the father. She had already suspected based on the timing. Daemon was not in the room, but at long last he had a son, by blood if not by name.

"My fourth child shall be named Aelyx Velaryon."

Laenor held little Aelyx, his expression hard to place. Harwin hovered over Rhaenyra, making sure she was all right. Laena took a turn holding Aelyx next and the baby warbled happily. Daemon was not in the birthing room itself, but a servant had gone to fetch him, to let him knew his niece had done well in the childbirth.

Elaena looked at the babe for a long moment, before announcing she intended to get some rest. Laenor hastily moved himself out of the way to allow Elaena to pass.

"She was not going to bump into you, Laenor, you can relax now that the birthing is done. I do adore your worry for me, but 'tis past now."

Laenor gave her a sickly smile in response.

When Daemon came in, none were left in the room save for Laena, Laenor, Harwin, and Rhaenyra.

"This is your son, uncle."

Daemon looked down on him. "I've long desired a son, but he isn't truly my son Rhaenyra. I will keep my eye out for him, for I expect him to do great things, but I am sure Laena will provide me trueborn sons of my own soon enough."

"I thought you would be happier."

"I am not displeased, Rhaenyra, I am just realistic. The boy will be raised on Dragonstone, not Driftmark. I am the boy's family, but I cannot be his father."

Rhaenyra sighed, suddenly weary. She loved having Harwin, Daemon, and Laenor as bed partners, but it did complicate relationships.

"Perhaps, we could always consider fostering him in Driftmark. A thought for when he is older. I believe my sister had the most sense out of all of us, 'tis time for rest."

Harwin kissed her and then Laena did so, and then they left her to rest. Rhaenyra was happy, though she did hope that her next child would be daughter. Jace, Luke, Aenar, and now Aelyx were loved fully and she delighted in their interests. But… the dressing of a small girl, teaching her the ways of womanhood, and guiding her through life was something she never quite got with Elaena. Her younger sister did not need any help nor nurturing. Rhaenyra still held a small faint hope that once Elaena began searching for a husband she would open up and they could have their sisterly talk of boys. She fell asleep with a smile on her face thinking on it.

Failninjaninja · Saturday at 8:34 AM

A special thanks to @MARch_Of_Time for proofreading!

Chapter 16

"I'm as human as can be. I'd even go so far as to say it's my destiny as a human to destroy anything that bars my path, whether it be a god or a devil." -From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 11

Helaena was with Aegon and Aemond as they learned from Elaena. She taught them often, and frequently in different ways than the Maesters did. Though Helaena enjoyed the time together with her family, the subject matter was not as interesting to her. She much preferred visual productions as opposed to theories about how trade functioned and the arithmetic behind it.

"Very good, Aegon, now what would happen if the toll was increased by one silver moon per wagon to get over the crossing?"

They were discussing how lords raised taxes, and one of those ways was the taxing of goods that crossed bridges. House Frey had made their fortune that way.

"With a hundred wagons," Aegon began, "it would be another 100 silver moons in revenue."

Elaena smiled, "One would think that would be the case, yes? But in the real world, it wouldn't be. Who can tell me why?"

Helaena could picture the wagons crossing, she could picture how angry the merchants would be in paying the additional toll. She knew the answer, but Aemond was quicker.

"The increased tax would discourage people from using the bridge. They would take their goods elsewhere, try a riskier crossing, or maybe even go into another line of work." Aemond answered.

"Precisely, so in this instance let us say this discouraged thirty wagons from making the crossing, how much extra revenue was raised?"

Aegon quickly jumped to answer, "Seventy silver moons!"

"Are you sure? Remember, we were raising the existing crossing toll, which for our example was also one silver moon."

Helaena watched Aegon think carefully, "Ah, so we lose the thirty moons of the wagons who chose not to make the crossing who otherwise would have, and have to subtract it, so we only gained forty silver moons."

Elaena nodded, "Correct. Now say the lord was desperate to raise money, and forty moons a month was not sufficient. What if he chose to raise the total toll to three silver moons a wagon?"

"How many opted not to complete the crossing?" Aemond asked.

"Excellent question. Due to the drastically decreased profit margins for the merchants, all but ten of the wagons opted to bring their goods to a different market."

Aemond was quick with his numbers, "In that case the total revenue collected was thirty silver moons, and the lord has put an arrow into his own foot."

"Very good, this an important concept. A higher rate of taxation does not always lead to an increase of revenues."

Aemond was nodding, "Yes, that is why the lord should have worked with his peers and required the merchants only to cross there, or only allow the peasantry to profit from the sale of goods through that route."

Helaena saw Elaena's eyes widen in outrage.

"Such a thing would discourage trade and decrease productivity," Elaena replied.

Aemond shrugged, "Peasants need to eat, and they till the land that the nobility owns. We shouldn't allow greedy merchants to bankrupt the royal and noble coffers. I understand why it is important to think through the consequences that aren't always… linear, but we shouldn't be held to the whims of our lessers."

Elaena narrowed her eyes, "That nears very close to the idea of turning the people into something very akin to slaves."

Aemond nodded, "Slavery is illegal in Westeros, but we can use proper laws to force people to obey. Tradition prevents us from enacting slavery, but we could regulate all economic activity. Then they can either follow our commands, or starve."

Aegon rounded on his brother, "What is wrong with you?"

"To what end Aemond? Do you think turning the Westrosi people into mere tools would help our society flourish? The free man can innovate, can look at new processes and ways of doing things, while a slave must merely obey and seldom performs at their best. Instead of creating laws seeking to curb people from using their economic self-interest, why not harness it?" Elaena lectured.

Helaena always admired Aemond's certainty. Aegon followed whatever Elaena suggested and counted it as true in all aspects. Aemond dared to challenge, to argue, and to pit his wits against Elaena's.

"That may be the case, sometimes, Elaena. However, Old Valyria practiced slavery and it was the most advanced society in the history of the world. Clearly, slavery, or a faux slavery like I suggested, does not impede advancement."

"We know very little from that time, and even if they were advanced, it didn't mean they couldn't have been more advanced without the repugnant practice of slavery," Elaena replied.

Aegon added in, "And slavery is wrong! We aren't Essos; you are being stupid Aemond."

Aemond snickered, "'Tis not stupidity, but a philosophical difference. Elaena believes the barely literate farmers, cattle growers, smiths, and carpenters have some sort of intellectual value. I disagree. The nobility knows best, and the ancient and high nobility such as the houses of Targaryen, Hightower, Velaryon, Arryn, and Dayne – know better even above them. We are taught by Maesters; we have time away from petty labors to apply what we learn. Innovation, efficiency, and progress comes from us, not unwashed peasantry or greedy merchants."

"And what would you know of how to make a smithy run more efficiently? What reason would you have to ensure that even the tiniest sliver of metal is made useful?" Elaena questioned.

Aemond paused, "We are talking progress, not penny counting."

"The little efficiencies add up. The smith knows his craft, and knows how to be efficient. Other smiths may experiment and discover a new way of preserving metal, or decreasing production time; they will know this because they do it daily. You and your book learning are not going to know where to even begin with it. An economy with hundreds of thousands of tradesmen, all seeking efficiency to be more profitable, will find the best ways to do so. Strip away economic incentives and you will get your labor, but it will not innovate."

Aemond paused to consider, but then bowed his head. "I will think on it, sister, but I do not concede the point."

Elaena nodded, "When you have thought it over, we can continue the discussion."

Soon after they went their separate ways, while Helaena stayed to talk with Elaena.

"Sister, can I ask why you didn't speak to the goodness or evilness of Aemond's proposal?"

Elaena looked surprised by the question. "Morality does not motivate everyone. It is a paper-thin shield. In the event one can succeed in their goals better by choosing a reprehensible way of going about it, then people will do it. But if they see that individual liberty is the best way to achieve their goals, well it will be for the better of all. I fear our brother does not weigh the circumstance of those he considers beneath him as having much ethical weight. If negligence led to an accident that harmed me, or you, he would be wroth, but if negligence led to an accident that harmed a servant, he would not particularly care."

Helaena felt a little shiver as she recalled visions of Aemond riding a different dragon into battle than Vermithor.

"It seems cruel that a lord would only care about the people because of gold, instead of their overall welfare."

"The world is as it is, Helaena. You can appeal to people's rationality, and ask them to ponder what they would wish to happen to them if they were in those circumstances, but not everyone will do so. You believe slavery is wrong, I wholeheartedly agree, and yet slavery has persisted in Essos for centuries. You can't trust people to have ethics, but most of the time you can trust their self-interest. I say most, because there are always that vile subset of people who are irrational."

Helaena rarely felt anger from Elaena, but she heard a tinge of it in her voice, and it frightened her. Her dreams, nightmares really, of Elaena terrified her. They hadn't changed her relationship because they were so removed from the way Elaena behaved, they had to just be nightmares. They had to be. But when she heard the hardening of Elaena's voice, it troubled her.

"T-thank you for explaining that, sister."

Elaena graced her with a kind, genuinely pleased sort of smile. A warm, heartening sort so far removed from any of those wrathful, vicious ones seen in her dreams. "Of course! Questions are good, I wonder if you pay attention sometimes, but clearly you do. I am gladdened to help your mind grow in any way I can."

Helaena exited the room and headed for the Dragonpit. She didn't like being around arguments, or as Aemond would call it, 'spirited discourse' for very long. Dreamfyre always comforted her and the quiet of her presence was always the perfect balm for when her mind got itchy.

***

Rhaenyra had offered to have her lover give birth on Dragonstone, but Laena wished to give birth in her home, on Driftmark. Naturally, Rhaenyra and Laenor rode on dragonback to be with her. Elaena joined them as well. She had matured into a radiant young woman of four-and-ten. Her Targaryen features of silver hair were paired with large deep blue eyes. Her frame was still slight and petite, but no would mistake her for being a little girl.

"I am certain 'tis a boy this time," Laena stated firmly, her belly big and ripe.

"Boys are a joy, but mine get in quite enough trouble, so despair not if you have another girl!" Rhaenyra laughed as her eldest son, Jace, made protests at the comment. Her little boy was growing up, his seventh name-day was a moon ago and in celebration of that milestone, he had been allowed to ride with her on Syrax. Vermax was yet too small to be ridden. Luke, Aenar, and Aelyx remained on Dragonstone.

Both Luke and Aenar had dragon cradled eggs, however Daemon had convinced her not to have an egg placed in Aelyx's cradle. Her uncle had said that Tessarion, Silverwing, and three wild dragons nested on Dragonstone. Any of those five would be larger and more formidable than a freshly hatched dragon. Her uncle was ceaseless in his concern over the succession; Rhaenyra suspected it was due to his own experience at being removed as heir.

He really should not worry so much, my father will not change his mind, and the lords have sworn to me.

Turning her mind from politics she saw Laena clutch at her stomach.

"We will have to cut short our meal – I fear the babe has decided his time has come."

They moved to the birthing room. The local Maester of Driftmark was in attendance, a man named Vaelar. He was middle-aged with a fading hairline, and had a modest chain adorning his neck.

"Lady Laena, this way." Maester Vaelar motioned.

Daemon waited outside, as was typical for most, though Laenor was always by Rhaenyra's side when she gave birth. Jace was left in his care, and Daemon promised to show him a new trick with the blade while they waited the arrival of his new 'cousin,' the term being the best fitting given the family ties on both sides.

Princess Rhaenys joined them in the birthing room. The number of princesses in the room nearly outnumbered the birthing attendants, Rhaenyra thought with amusement. Elaena and Laena were not that close, but nonetheless Elaena quickly went to her side first and grasped her hand to give it a squeeze of reassurance.

"Elaena, it won't be long before you are wed and go through the same," Laena said with a smile. "Has anyone caught your eye?"

Rhaenyra knew Laena well; surely she wanted to take her mind off as much as possible. The twins had been an ordeal for her. Rhaenyra found childbirth fairly easy, but she had not ever given birth to twins. Rhaenyra listened in and Elaena began her 'cost-benefit analysis.' Elaena seemed to be going through a process of elimination. Already she had crossed off the Iron Islands and any sort of Essosi match. Beyond that, everyone within five years younger than her, and ten years older than her, was on the table.

Laena put forth the idea of marrying someone like Daemion, her cousin Vaemond's youngest son.

"An interesting thought, daughter. While he is many places down from inheritance of the Driftwood Throne, it would keep the dragons in the houses of Targaryen and Velaryon." Rhaenys commented.

Rhaenyra had mixed feelings of that idea. Vaemond had little to his name, outside of a small fleet of ships, and Daemion was his second son, so would inherit little. House Velaryon was wealthy, but not that wealthy. The idea of such a match would be quite the step-down for a King's daughter. And yet, Rhaenyra did like the idea of her sister being wed into the Velaryon family like she had done. It would keep her close by and that was important to Rhaenyra.

"I will consider it, Rhaenys. However, the idea of keeping the dragons to just our two families is not realistic. As House Targaryen flourishes, matches will be made and daughters will wed out. Helaena is promised to Aegon, but my sister Daenora will need a husband. And my other brothers and my sister's own sons will likely one day branch out and marry into families with lords who only have daughters. Dragons will almost certainly spread out across the realm in the next few generations."

Rhaenyra felt unease at that. When she was Queen, she may have to take some steps to ensure that wasn't allowed to happen. She knew that Daemon and her father thought that once the blood of Old Valyria grew diluted enough, the offspring would not be able to bond with dragons, and yet how many generations would that take?

"We'll beggar the realm feeding them all," Laena joked.

Elaena titled her head, "Dragons do eat frequently, but it is manageable. In fact, I would wager Westeros could easily handle a hundred dragons without fear of impacting the food supplies. Our population density is rather sparse…"

"Compared to what?" Rhaenys interrupted.

Elaena turned slowly, paused, and then asked, "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

Rhaenyra wasn't great at reading her sister's expressions, but she had a feeling Elaena had been caught off guard and had heard perfectly fine.

"When you said our population density is rather sparse, what are you comparing that to? Essos has some great cities with many people, but that isn't the norm even in Essos," Rhaenys replied.

"Ah, what I mean is that it is sparsely populated compared to what it could be. In the Crownlands and Riverlands, most of the land is not used for industry, raising herd animals, or farmland. In some places it takes days of travel to get from one small town or village to another, especially off the beaten road and rivers. Dragons can also live off fish, and we are far from being close to overfishing, at least here in the south."

Rhaenyra watched as the two discussed the issue at length. It was rather dull, and somewhat embarrassing that both of the other princesses in the room had such a greater command over the knowledge of the Seven Kingdoms. They knew the populations of cities, towns, lands, as well as the major industries, trade, and even types of food that was grown. Rhaenyra could dimly remember learning about all of this, but that was years ago, and since it was rather dull, she had not kept up with it. Evidently her studious sister had done so, and Rhaenys in her role as Lady of Driftmark had as well.

It does make sense, given how much trade House Velaryon does. When I am Queen, it isn't like I won't have advisors who know all of this anyway.

Yet it bothered her all the same that a conversation was going over her head. Rhaenyra was the heir; conversation should circle around her. Obviously, Laena and her birthing would take primacy over all, but other than that, any talk should have her a major participant. In truth, she found herself decidedly uninterested and frustratingly without much to say. Finally, she had enough.

"Let's not put dear Laena to sleep with such talk, instead I am curious, what names have you decided if it is a boy or a girl?"

"For a boy, Daemon wants Aegon, after the Conqueror."

"Aegon?" Elaena asked with surprise in her voice. "That will make family gatherings confusing."

Laena let out a wry laugh, "I said the same thing! But Daemon is insistent, he says that such a strong name should be given to his son. And if it is a girl, he would like it to be named Visenya. But I know it will be a boy."

Rhaenys sighed, "You are unable to will the sex of your progeny, my sweetling. The Gods alone will decide."

"Yes, they will, and they have decided." Laena's voice was firm on that.

Rhaenyra hoped it was a boy as well. When Daemon wanted something, he truly wanted it. Her visage turned lascivious thinking about one of Daemon's requests, an expression wholly inappropriate for a birthing room. She quickly wiped it off her face before someone noticed the stray thought.

The hours ticked by, and little progress was made. The Maester said the babe was ready, but was not in the right position. Laena was proving her mettle, and cheerfully stated this was far less painful than when she had the twins. As the hours trickled by, Rhaenyra noticed her sister was frowning and had grown wan.

"Elaena, everything will be fine, you look tired. Why don't you get some fresh air, we will send for you once the babe nears," Rhaenyra offered.

"No," Elaena replied in a steady voice, "I am quite well, I don't want to miss anything."

Time went on. Maester Vaelar had Laena change positions several times. He had one of the female attendant's massage Laena's side, but nothing was making the babe progress, despite the fact the contractions were growing heavier.

"My Lady, there is a complication. Please excuse me, while I consult with the father."

Rhaenys stood up. "You can consult with us, here and now, Maester."

Vaelar looked unnerved. "Perhaps not in front of the mother."

Rhaenyra thought that Rhaenys was barely keeping her temper in check with the Maester, but she acquiesced and they left the room.

"This Maester does not fill me with confidence, good-sister. With Dragonstone so near, I can bring back Maester Gerardys in several hours. He's even better than the Grand Maester when it comes to the healing arts," Rhaenyra proposed.

Laena was breathing heavily. "No need, I'm sure it will all be fine."

Laenor came in with a look of panic and worry on his face.

"Sister, how are you feeling?"

The attendants squawked a bit at a man entering the birthing room that was not Laena's husband, but it was her brother, so none dared to ask him leave. Rhaenyra thought this would be true even if her husband was not who he was. Bonds between siblings were often very close.

"A bit worse now that I've seen your terrified expression, brother. What did the Maester say?"

Laenor's eyes grew misty, "I know you wouldn't want the truth hidden from you. The Maester fears for both you and the babe. Unless the babe moves properly soon, it could die within you. Attempt to retrieve it would be… a similar situation to Queen Aemma's."

"That won't happen." Elaena announced firmly.

Laenor gave her an uneasy glance.

"Where's Daemon?" Laena asked, a note of fear in her voice for the first time.

"He's being summoned, Maester Vaelar wants to discuss options with him." Laenor replied.

Elaena released Laena's hand and moved to where the attendant was still rubbing.

"I've studied at the Citadel; you are doing it wrong."

"Princess, I…" the woman replied, but Elaena physically moved into her space and she had to back up.

Elaena's hands touched Laena's side and Rhaenyra watched in fascination as her deft hands began moving in repeating pattern, swift and sure.

"We need another opinion on this Laena, I won't watch that oaf butcher you. I am taking Syrax and bringing back Gerardys." Rhaenyra rounded on Laenor. "Don't let them do anything drastic until I return."

Rhaenyra was done arguing, she rushed from the room and ran to Syrax. She would fly faster than she ever had, and use every trick Elaena had shown her about using updrafts and tailwinds to eke out more speed. She would not let her lover die – she wouldn't!

***

Laenor was beside himself with worry. His only sister was going through treacherous waters far from the shore, and Laenor could think of no way he could help. His wife had the right idea, she was at least doing something, being productive, all he could do is provide a comforting presence. Though how his endless pacing in the room could help, he knew not.

Maester Vaelar had returned to the room and examined Laenor's sister.

"Ah, the babe is finally making progress, you must keep up your strength Lady Laena."

Laena gave him a smile; her face was strained with tension and she was sweating profusely.

"The pain grows worse, Maester." Laena gave a small cry and grit her teeth as a painful contraction ripped through her body.

Daemon entered the room. "My lady, the Maester thinks the babe will not come, but I know you will not fail."

"He will come, he's just… ahhh, SEVEN HELLS, stubborn. Difficult. I wonder where, ahh, where, he would have gotten that from."

"Where is Rhaenyra?" Daemon asked, after glancing around the room.

Laenor answered him, "She's gone to fetch Maester Gerardys."

Vaelar gave a sniff Laenor's statement. "No doubt the good Maester Gerardys has done a fine job helping the princess through her trials of womanhood, but he could do no more than I in this moment. The babe is simply not in position for a birth. We can cut…"

"I said no, do not make me repeat myself again," Daemon interrupted in a chilly tone.

Laena exhaled sharply. "Is it that bad? Is there no hope?"

Vaelar grimaced, "I had not sought to worry you over it, my lady. You must keep your spirits high if the birth is to be successful."

The Maester brought forth another concoction for her to drink, which she did with a grimace. Laenor saw his sister's body tense, but no cry of pain accompanied it.

"That works fast, you have my thanks, Maester," Laena said.

Vaelar gave her an odd look, but dismissed it and reexamined Laena. By now it had been more than half a day.

"The babe seems to have repositioned, but it is moving oddly. I fear you still have a long way to go, my lady."

Laenor watched as the evening turned to morning. He was weary himself; his mother had gone to take her rest with strict instructions to be awoken as soon as the time of birth presented itself. His mother had attempted to get Elaena to join in resting, but the princess had refused.

Elaena is made of sterner stuff than they could possibly know. Still, she looks as if she has been battered by a storm for nights on end.

More seemingly agonizingly endless time had passed. Laena was pushing now and the roar of a dragon could be heard. Soon after, a very discomfited Maester was bustled into the room. Vaelar looked at him and gestured toward Laena.

"She's opened enough, the babe has stubbornly been difficult, but you have arrived just in time for the birth."

Laena gave a shudder and Laenor saw her clench her muscles and push as she was instructed. Laenor blocked out the talk of anatomy and birthing process that the Maesters quickly conferred on. Elaena patted Laena's hand and then looked at Laenor directly.

"Bring your mother, the babe comes."

Laenor looked at Laena and then nodded and raced through Driftmark. His mother quickly followed him back and there before him in the room, he saw what was birthed. Bile threatened to escape the back of his throat. Laena had given birth, yes, but to… what? The thing was wide and shorter than a normal babe. One socket leaked some substance, but held no eye. His backside was covered in grayish scales and its cries were wet and pitiful.

"My baby, let me see my baby." Laena demanded and the Maester slowly revealed it to its mother.

Laenor watched as Laena took the deformed child into her embrace and held it to her. Rhaenyra was speechless, while Daemon looked the Maesters.

"What did you do? What has happened?"

"You cannot blame us, 'tis the Gods who decide the form of a child." Vaelar replied.

Gerardys nodded his head. "Aye, Prince Daemon, and I hate to be the bearer of ill news, but the babe will be unlikely to live long. There is something wrong with it, 'tis a fate of some children of your house. I could go into the Citadel's theories as to why, but it will be little comfort."

Laena had heard and was quietly crying as she held her son. "My Aegon, my little Aegon."

"No. Call him Maegor, calling him Aegon now would be tawdry," Daemon demanded.

"He is our firstborn son!" Laena angrily protested.

Laenor saw his wife had tears in her eyes. She looked as if she was about to say something, and even opened her mouth, but the words would not come out.

Elaena felt the babe's cheeks. "May I hold him for a moment, Laena?"

"For a moment."

Laenor watched as one of the most prolific killers alive in Westeros gently took the deformed babe into her arms. He almost worried that she would drop the weight, slight as it was. Somehow, she looked even more worn than his sister! Despite that, her grip was steady, yet careful as she held the now Maegor-named boy.

"You two should speak of names when the danger has passed," Elaena said. "I disagree with the Maester's assessment. The child can live, his breathing is steadying and I have just felt for a heartbeat. It is strong."

Vaelar looked at the babe and pressed his fingers on him; he looked surprised.

"I would not give any false hope, but the princess is correct. The babe's heart beats well. His other deformities will impact his quality of life, but they are not life-threatening in and of themselves."

Laena gave a cry of joy and took her offspring back.

"And my sister?" Laenor asked. "Is all well with her?"

Both Maesters nodded, Gerardys said, "It was a difficult birth so we will need to monitor her for any birthing fever. But there is no immediate danger."

"Thank the Gods." Laenor declared.

"You would thank the Gods for… that." Daemon growled.

"Daemon!" Laena's voice rose in anger.

"It is not your fault, Laena. It is not. But you cannot expect me to be pleased that you have borne something so freakish."

"He is your blood!"

"Aye, and the shame of it will be on me. He will not hold the conqueror's name."

Rhaenys rounded on Daemon, "Is that all that matters to you? Get out, you are not welcome here while your words create torment in my daughter's heart. She has labored for nearly a full day, begone if this is the comfort you would provide your lady wife."

Daemon exhaled sharply and then left the room without another word. Laenor felt a bit of anger at his good-brother. No one expected a man to be happy with a deformed birth, but to be so callous while his sister lay weakened and emotionally weary was unconscionable. Elaena stood up, and then promptly swayed and fell back into the chair.

"If someone could help me get to my room, that would be greatly appreciated." Elaena asked and then shut her eyes and slumped into a slumber.

Failninjaninja · Saturday at 6:08 PM

Special thanks to @MARch_Of_Time for proofreading!

Chapter 17

"As a disciple of capitalism and a wholesome citizen who loves rightfully adored freedom and liberty, I'll do what I must." -From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 4

Rhaenyra embraced Harwin. It had been weeks since they had seen each other.

"I've missed you." Harwin told her, voice heavy with longing.

"And I, you. Daemon needed me, after the disappointment of Maegor's birth and Laena being unable to attend to his desires, I had to step in. I did not want him to grow resentful of Laena's recovery time. Now that she has recovered from the difficult birthing, all will be well."

Rhaenyra hoped that would be true. Daemon was not angry at Laena, but he was angry. His son by Laena was the one who would carry his name onward, and now, in his view, his true-born first-born was freakish. Daemon was often rash and more than a mite surly these days, but Rhaenys and Elaena were in turns always ready to help Laena with Maegor. Elaena had made a few day trips back to King's Landing to visit Father, but for the most part she had been a constant and welcome presence.

"How is this child? We received your letter, but dark rumors also arrived by ship." Harwin asked.

"Maegor is as well as can be expected. His heart and lungs are in fine health. The scales on his back do not seem to cause him discomfort. Maester Gerardys says we will have to be watchful as he grows as they could cause problems, but they seem to be growing along with the rest of him at an even rate. Or at least as best as we can tell," Rhaenyra replied.

"Is Gerardys saying on Driftmark?"

Rhaenyra nodded, "For now, despite his fright, he is willing to be ferried to Dragonstone atop dragonback if need be. Gerardys' helpers have not forged their own chains yet, but they have learned at his feet and are better than fools like Mellos."

Harwin's chest rumbled as he chuckled, the two still intertwined in their embrace.

"The Grand Maester may have been wrong a few times, but he's still a wise man, my love."

Rhaenyra sniffed and ended their embrace. "I trust not the Citadel; it is Otto's territory. Maester Gerardys has told me much of how much influence the rulers of Oldtown have. When I am Queen, it will be Gerardys who is the Grand Maester."

They headed toward her bed chambers, Rhaenyra looking forward to a much longer embrace with her strong Harwin. Only, someone had gotten there first.

"Mother!" Luke happily clapped as she entered her room. The boy was the spitting image of Harwin. His mop of brown hair reminiscent of his natural father. His pug nose was endearing at this age, though Rhaenyra hoped he would outgrow it.

"Lucerys Velaryon, are you not supposed to be in bed?" Ser Harwin spoke firmly.

Her son gave an impish smile, "You told me to go to bed, and I did! But then I heard Syrax and wanted to greet mother." The boy paused, slight trepidation in his eyes. Before he could grow more concerned, Rhaenyra hurried toward her son and bundled him up in a hug. The boy was nearing his sixth name-day and large for his age, so it would not be long before he was too big for her to pick-up.

"I've missed you so. Have you been good for Ser Harwin?"

"I have tried. He has been teaching me how to fight. I have missed you and Jace! Can I go see the monster soon?"

Rhaenyra's smile faded. "Luke, my child, this is important. You must never call your cousin, 'monster.' He is… different than most, but he is your Aunt Laena's special boy. There will be many who call him monster, but you will not allow it in your presence. Do you understand?"

Her second-born son frowned, but then nodded. "Yes mother, it is a family thing, right? I must protect him like I protect Aenar and Aelyx."

"You have the right of it," Ser Harwin rumbled. "A knight protects the innocent and those who are vulnerable. Maegor will be more vulnerable than most, it will take a brave knight to speak up for him. Are you that knight?"

Luke stood up straight. "I will be, ser!"

Rhaenyra smiled and kissed her son's cheeks. "Off to bed with you now, we will talk more in the morning."

"Yes mother! I want to show you what I taught Arrax in the morning."

"I look forward to the morrow then, good night my sweetling."

When he had left Rhaenyra frowned at Harwin. "We need to be more careful. He snuck into my room, what if he had done that while we were in the middle of something?"

Harwin nodded, "My apologies, it will not happen again. This wing of Dragonstone is heavily guarded at the entrance and every servant and guard here has served your family for long years, but I see the concern."

Rhaenyra smiled, "Good, now that duty has been completed you can welcome me back home properly."

***

Alicent sighed in annoyance, as Uthor would not stop being so fussy.

"Take him to the far bedroom, he cries far too much and too loudly." Alicent commanded her maidservants.

It was like Aegon come again! Thankfully his infancy had not been as bad, nor was he usually like this, but Elaena's absence was being felt keenly. The boy was halfway between one and two and had behaved as well as most babes. Until the damnable monster was born. Alicent was at first joyful at Daemon suffering such a setback, but due to said setback, Elaena had been gone for weeks! Weeks! No doubt Rhaenyra was filling her mind with all sorts of tawdry venom about Alicent and her family.

When Elaena did return, it was all too brief. A quick visit to her father, a quick hello to her family, maybe one meal and she would be off. She looked as if she had not been getting much sleep. A horrid thought dawned on her.

Surely that slatternly slut has not had Elaena bedded with someone already…

Alicent shook herself. She realized she was being foolish. Elaena was not so foolish and stupid as to dishonor herself by allowing herself to be despoiled. Still, she worried, being around such perverseness cannot be healthy. It wasn't just Rhaenyra either, it was the whole lot of them including the savage beast that was the Dark Storm. Laenor portrayed himself as a civilized man, an honorable knight, and a loyal husband. But many knew he had depraved lusts, and harbored a dangerous bloodlust that made the Rogue Prince look calm and measured.

Aemond was announced, and Alicent smiled at her son. Aemond was proving himself in the yard; he had not yet begun to change into a man in form, but his skill was already the talk of the Red Keep.

"You wished to speak with me, mother?"

"My son, you are growing more every day. I have a task for you, if you believe to be up to it."

"I have never shirked from a challenge."

Alicent nodded. "Your grandfather wishes for Daeron to claim a dragon sooner than late. Do you believe you could handle flying to Oldtown and flying him back?"

Aemond's eyebrows rose in surprise. Given his age, only now reaching his tenth name day, it was quite early to be flying alone for several days. Alicent knew that Elaena had done so even earlier.

"Of course. Vermithor enjoys stretching his wings, given his great size; there will not be any difficultly in carrying both myself and my brother." A small smile appeared on his lips, "Is that why you chose me for the task?"

Alicent gave her son a look. "Don't start anything with Aegon over this. If he asks, yes, that will be a suitable reason."

"Aegon is growing in his self-importance. It was foolish for you to plant notions of him being King so early."

"You think it is Aegon who grows too arrogant?" Alicent arched her eyebrow at her second oldest son.

"Is it arrogance to hold an understanding that is grounded in reality? I am better with horse, with sword, and quill. Aegon resents me for it, chastise him for his failings, not for my successes."

She wanted to tear her hair out. Aemond's accomplishments were grand, but his sheer haughtiness over it was irritating to all around him. Even gentle Helaena was growing frustrated over it.

He's clearly still a boy, perhaps he is too immature for this. Daeron could always travel by sea.

"Aemond, your ever-present desire to mock your brother is a failing in of itself. He will be your King. You will owe him your allegiance; you will abide by his decisions, and you will say "Your Grace" and follow his commands. Are you so great a fool as to antagonize the next King of Westeros? Do your ancient books of logic and rhetoric teach you this shortsightedness?"

Aemond's eyes grew hard. "Do not speak of things you know naught about, mother. I should not have to lesser myself to make Aegon shine."

"No one is asking you to! Seven watch over me, why do you turn everything into an argument. I honor you with my trust and you seek to use it as a way to tear down your brother. We must be united in what is to come, and you are foolishly driving a wedge where there should be none! You wish to be treated as someone beyond his years, and yet you are in this moment acting your age. Which is it Aemond? Do I treat you as a child or a prince of the realm?"

Aemond stood up straighter, "Forgive me, mother. You are right, I will not use this task as a way to chide Aegon. When should I leave?"

Alicent sighed, her son's words were clipped and angry, but formally acceptable. She shook her head in frustration. "Tomorrow is fine. You will stop for the night on pre-arranged path, do not deviate it from it. I am trusting you to safely carry your brother here."

Aemond bowed and bid her farewell. Alicent bade the serving maid to pour her more wine. She had promised Daenora to help her pick out a cat to serve as a pet, but she was too weary for it. Trying to deal with Uthor had made her wish for nothing more than peace and quiet.

Naturally, that was not going to happen. After Elaena's latest visit, Viserys was in higher spirits. Before the evening's supper he came to her for his marital rights. She clenched her teeth in frustration, would it be too much to ask for some few hours of peace? She would do her duty as wife and Queen, but how she resented it! It felt wrong to pray to the Mother that the King's seed not quicken inside her, but she was exhausted. The thought of another screaming babe or another interminably long pregnancy made her pray most fervently.

***

Viserys was in a gay mood despite his precious daughter's forthwith departure. It was an exciting time, the Realm's Blessing going off on her marriage tour. Unlike Rhaenyra, Viserys was sure that she would find a match. If she did not, she would be wed to Aemond and that would be that. It still puzzled him how dead-set she was against a marriage within the family, but she had more than earned the right to have a bit of strangeness about her. Her work with Beesbury had done wonders for the realm's finances.

The King's pleasant mood was buoyed by news that his wife was now carrying another child. A seventh child, truly the Gods had blessed their union. Right on the heels of that, the Dragonkeepers advised that Silverwing had laid a clutch of eggs, which was rather important given how prolific his family had become!

As of yet, the great dragon was not bonded. His son, Daeron had attempted it, but had failed to form the connection. Fortunately for the young lad, it had not been a complete disappointment. He had managed to bond with Tessarion, and the younger dragon seemed more suited for the boy anyhow. Viserys liked Daeron and hoped he would visit again soon. The boy was impressing the Maesters. Daeron was similar to Elaena and Aemond in that regard; all three had minds far sharper than their age would have suggested.

Ser Harrold Westerling, commander of the Kingsguard's voice sounded out, "The Princess Elaena, to visit her father, the King."

"Send her in, Harrold."

Viserys took a bite of a pear and then set it next to the empty bowl of soup he had broken his fast with. Elaena was still planning his meals for him, and they had found a combination that suited him. Chicken and fish instead of beef and pork, along with a large variety of different greenery. He barely tolerated them, but he had to admit her work with the palace cooks had found combinations that were palatable and still satisfying.

And it has worked, I rarely feel any pains now and I no longer grow wheezy when I climb the stairs.

"Father, I wished to visit you, then my siblings, before I fly to Driftmark."

"Ah, so Daemion is a contender, eh?"

Elaena was very good at keeping her face impassive, but a slight shifting of her features made him think that was not the case.

"I intend to give everyone a fair hearing, and I understand the advantages of staying close to the capital."

"But?" Viserys prompted.

"I do not think it a good match. There are dozens of lords with more wealth and land. The only true advantage would be to try to keep the dragons within the existing families, but my siblings, nephews, and nieces will unlikely be that constrained in their matches."

"Who do you have your eyes on then?"

"There are several eligible lords and heirs who would work. I do have high standards in a potential life-partner, and so while I have triaged a list of sorts on best suited outside of personal compatibility, it does not mean much, since that consideration is one that I have placed highly."

Viserys frowned. "Surely you have interacted with a few of them. The Name-day tourney brought many knights just a fortnight ago!"

"My interactions were limited, but fear not, father, I do intend to make a selection. I also intend to be fair and give all who have an interest a hearing."

Viserys grabbed at the half-eaten pear and took a bite. He swallowed and then asked, "What next after Driftmark?"

"Gulltown, I've written to Lady Arryn and interested suitors will be meeting me there. There are some Arryns of the right age, as well as Ser Garland Grafton, and Lord Arwood wants me to meet his nine-year-old son… which I will oblige, but be unlikely to agree to a match. It has been announced to the wider Vale that I will be coming, so there will likely be others."

"House Arryn is a noble house and I can attest to their honor and fitness for marital union, but I am surprised you would consider them given your family lineage."

Elaena gave a slightly shrug, "A cousin once or twice removed is different from a sibling."

Viserys took a sip of well-watered wine. "And from there?"

"White Harbor. Ser Medrick Manderly is within the right age range, and he has a reputation for honor, strength, and courtly manners. If I find a match in the North, it would likely be that house."

Oh my daughter, do you think I've not noticed that you seem to be focused only on areas next to the sea?

The two talked at length and discussed the various merits of different matches. How fitting certain climates would be for Viktoriya, how she would like the local nobility, and the distance between there and King's Landing.

She wasn't only planning to stop at seaports, but the other locations were also telling. The Twins, Riverrun, Tumbleton, and Highgarden were astride rivers that dominated trade. Of Elaena's planned stops, only Golden Tooth, Honeyholt, and Harvest Hall were not near the ocean or a river.

Whoever your husband will be, he will learn that his wife does not count coppers; she counts gold dragons!

It amused Viserys how different some of his children were. He was glad he was able to give this gift of choice to Elaena. He was already having his ear pulled by individuals wishing for a match. His first-born had asked that he help sway Elaena to pick someone near King's Landing. Even Lyman had pushed hard for the merits of his grandson! His wife also had her own suggestions, but regardless who asked, Viserys had been firm that it would be Elaena's choice and hers alone.

As they concluded their conversation Elaena embraced him. "Please ensure you stick with the meal plan I've come up with, and that you drink the medicinal teas I've prepared. I intend to return to King's Landing at least twice before the tour is complete, and I expect to find you in good health!"

"Yes, yes, cease your hectoring, I've given my word, haven't I?" Viserys said with a smile.

Elaena bade him a farewell and then she was off to see her siblings. A short time later, his wife was announced into his chambers.

"Have you seen our daughter off, my love?" Viserys asked.

"I have, I still think she should be chaperoned. A journey by horse or by sea is not that long, and the lords can come to her. Or we could have had a Kingsguard ride ahead or your household guards do the same at locations where she intends to fly to."

Viserys waved her concerns away.

"She has a will of steel; she will not be pressured into a match she does not desire. As for her safety, each house she visits will ensure she has no harm befall her. The honor of their line demands it."

Alicent sighed, "As you say." She paused. "Viserys, I have a request of you."

"What is it?"

Alicent took another nervous intake of air. "I have given you four sons and two daughters, and helped raised the daughter of heart. Half a year from now I will bring forth a seventh child, a blessed child. But… I would request that be all that you demand of me. I am worn and weary, my love."

Viserys felt deep sympathy for his wife. The birthing room was an awful place, and she had done her duty. He took her into his arms and kissed her.

"Oh, Alicent, you have done more than what was expected. And I would not wish to put you under more danger, but I do very much desire your company in bed."

Alicent bit her lip, "Yes, and I would not deny you your rights. There are ways. I have spoken with Grand Maester Mellos, I can take concoctions that will ensure no child springs forth."

"But are those not dangerous?"

"There is some danger, but not as much as a birth. The biggest concern is that it would create infertility in a woman, but since I intend this to be my last child, that worry is not one for me."

Viserys kissed her again. "If that is your wish, and the Maester thinks the risk to your health is mild, do so with my blessing."

"Thank you," Alicent said with tears in her eyes.

A part of him was glad to make her happy, but another part of him was a bit put off.

Did she think I would deny her this? I am not some ogre to force my wives to give birth 'till tragedy. What happened with Aemma was for want of a son.

Viserys put the thought out of his mind; women were notoriously poor at thinking clearly while carrying another life within them. He would not hold it against his wife who had borne him four healthy sons to carry on his name.

***

Aemond parried Ser Criston's strike, and then another, and another.

"Good footwork, excellent!" Ser Criston praised as Aemond moved smoothly through their spar. Aemond had no chance of winning an actual fight against a full-grown man, especially not one as skilled as Ser Criston, but he was keeping up. The knight of the Kingsguard was not using his full strength, but he was moving at combat speed with the blunted tourney sword, and Aemond was able to keep up. Ser Criston began swinging harder, forcing Aemond to dodge more and parry less. Aemond was breathing heavy by the time they were done, but he had not been touched.

When they had quenched their thirst, Aemond asked Ser Criston what he thought of Elaena's marriage tour.

"Who do you think my sister will choose?"

Criston's face soured for a moment. "I know not, these sorts of events are impossible to predict."

"I wouldn't say impossible, but I am curious of your thoughts on the matter."

"My prince… it truly is not my place to speak on it."

"Do so anyway."

Criston sighed, looked out at the walls of the Red Keep, and then back to Aemond.

"The princess holds herself to a high standard, she will look for the same in a husband. She will want someone who has deeds or clear potential for them. This means she will not seek young boys, and instead look for someone more established."

"Like?"

"Ser Jon of House Roxton. He is the heir to his house and bold as you come. He placed 2nd in the recent melee and reached the round of four in the joust last year." Ser Criston answered. "However, the Reach is some distance from King's Landing, and it seems family is quite important to Elaena."

"Who else?"

"Ser Lorent Brax is one of the best knights of the Westerlands. You also have Ser Medrick Manderly off in White Harbor, he is a fine warrior, though I've only met him once. In the Stormlands there will be those who have fought true battle against Dorne, but I have a hard time believing a match will be made with a knight of low standing, regardless of their valor."

Again, Cole's voice had a tinge of bitterness, but Aemond just didn't care enough to pursue why that might be. Aemond considered Ser Criston a strong knight, and a fantastic instructor, but outside of those areas, he was dull and uninteresting.

"You are probably right, but even those other names you gave seem too low for Elaena. The heir to one of the great houses makes more sense to me."

"Who? Cregan Stark is heir to his house, but still a boy of two-and-ten. Lady Arryn has no sons, neither does Lord Baratheon nor Jason Lannister. Dalton Greyjoy is even younger than Cregan."

"Yes, but is that not an opportunity? A pact can be made to pass over a daughter for a nephew or cousin, much in the way Rhaenys was passed over for Viserys."

Criston considered for a moment and then shook his head. "I do not know enough to say how likely it would be. Elaena brings with her a dragon so I could see the potential advantages, but even though some lords have no son as of now, does not mean they will never have any sons. Is there some reason you think it is important for her to wed into a Paramount House?"

Aemond nodded. "She is a Targaryen and deserves the best. My sister is wiser than any Maester, she should be running a kingdom."

"Won't that be her Lord Husband's responsibility?"

Aemond laughed. "I'll see you on the morrow for more training, ser."

From the practice yard Aemond went to visit his mother. Elaena had asked him to assist their mother during her pregnancy. A task he did not relish, his mother oft thought she knew best, better than him or even Elaena! Someone of middling intellect believing she was wiser than him was insulting. He had given his word to Elaena, and she rightly taught that keeping up the perception that your word was your bond was critical when influencing others.

"Mother, are you well?" Aemond asked when he arrived.

"As well as I can be. The servants have your siblings in hand, but do check on Daenora. She is vexed with me and could use your company."

Daenora isn't stupid, but she's only six. Hardly a conversational partner.

Aemond suppressed a sigh, bowed, and went to check in on his sister. Their relationship wasn't particularly close; there was just too little in common with their age difference. The girl was reading, which was to her credit; too many ladies of the court had no knowledge outside of sewing and dressing prettily.

"What are you reading, sister?"

"A story about giants that are found north of the Wall," she answered. "I still need a cat, and mother keeps putting it off. I know she's got a baby inside of her, but I want something that will be with me."

Aemond didn't wish to listen to his sister whine about their mother, so looked to make the time productive.

"Let's pick out a cat together."

"Don't we need mother's permission?"

Aemond waved off the concern. "Mother doesn't care, she's too busy resting in bed. She misses Elaena and seems worn with concern over who she will match with."

"I miss our sister too and Uthor is too little to play with."

"All the more reason to get you your pet now. I have other things I must be about too, so let us not tarry."

Daenora clapped her hands and Aemond thought this task was not too burdensome. Elaena would likely appreciate his solution-oriented response to this familial drama. At the same time he would also find himself in the good graces of his mother and sister.

Efficient, yes Elaena would be proud.

***

Daemion listened as his father regaled him with advice.

"My son, this is a grand opportunity. The Princess Elaena is favored highly by the King and has considerable influence over the Dragon Bank. If you can woo her, we could fund expeditions to Essos just like my uncle! Wealth, power, and fame are all ours for the taking!"

Daemion was twenty and had sailed to Braavos and Pentos, but no further. The type of expedition that his father, Vaemond Velaryon, wished to do would take them as far as the Sea Snake had gone. In truth, Daemion wished to do so, but he had also been counseled by Rhaenys that the match was incredibly unlikely to occur. Daemion's father thought differently; he believed the princess could become enamored with him and choose him, despite how far he was removed from being the Master of Driftmark in the succession.

"I will try."

"No! You will do more than try. Here, I have taken the liberty of finding a gift for you to give her."

His father pulled out a tiny box, he opened it and a brooch of silver in the shape of a dragon was revealed.

"When the time is right, gift her this as a token of your affection. You must be confident, but not overbearing. The princess is used to being around the great powers of the realm, there is little you can do to command her respect that you've done here on Driftmark. Instead, speak of your valor at sea. Don't go into too much detail in regards to pirates you slew, women rarely want the details of gore, but they will be entranced by bravery and a good story."

"I didn't know my single kill of a man backing away in terror was a good story."

"My boy, not every detail need be true!"

Daemion grimaced, "As you say. Father, I'd like to consider my words to her in private. Thank you for your counsel."

Daemion breathed out a sigh of relief as his father departed. His father was a man who cared for his children, but also a man who chafed at his lot in life. Overshadowed by his famous uncle and cousin, he longed for an opportunity to raise his status. His father was enraged that none of Laenor's children were by his blood, but knew better than to speak it aloud within Laenor's hearing. Daemion shuddered, the Dark Storm was friendly and courteous to friends and family, but none wished for the courtly mask to ever be removed due to any of their own actions.

Soon the hour of Elaena's coming had arrived. The Lord and Lady of Driftmark greeted her as she descended off Viktoriya. At a distance, the dragon had appeared almost identical to Seasmoke, but up close it was clear her hue and scales were a different shade. After pleasantries had been exchanged, his father introduced Daemion to Elaena.

"Princess Elaena," Daemion bowed, "I am pleased to see you again."

Elaena gave him a smile, "Always a pleasure." She turned to Corlys, "Are we on a schedule, or do I have time to walk along the waterfront with Ser Daemion."

The Sea Snake shook his head, "The welcoming feast is not for another three hours, take as much time as you desire."

As the rest of the party departed, Daemion got a better look at the princess. She wore her silver hair in a ponytail. Her blue eyes dominated her face and Daemion got the impression that they perceived much despite moving little. She wore little jewelry besides a small ring with small sapphire, that revealed itself when she removed her gloves and stored them away in a pouch at her waist. Her slender form was encapsulated within the traditional riding leathers dragonriders wore when flying.

"Tell me of yourself, we may have met previously, but we have never had a prolonged conversation," Elaena began.

Daemion was nervous, but told her of his sailing ability. About how he had been knighted, how he had been given control over his father's vessel at night, and an only slightly embellished tale of how he slew his first foe in mortal combat. Daemion was not sure if he was impressing her, but when he would glance over to her, she seemed attentive.

"If we were to wed, what are your expectations?"

"Expectations? I… well, for us to care for each other and have children." Daemion was a bit confused by the question.

"How many?"

Mindful of how Elaena's mother had died, Daemion approached the question cautiously. "I would expect at least one son, if we are both able."

"If we were wed, and I birthed a son, would that be the end of it, or would you wish for a larger family?"

"It is customary not to put all stock in one child. Illness, war, or even tourney accidents can occur," Daemion responded. He then hastily added, "But of course this is not to say that if your health prevented you from safely delivering a child that we would need to continue to try for another son."

"I see." She was silent for a few moments. "Are you close with your cousins, Laena and Laenor?"

Back on more familiar ground he shrugged, "I would not say I am terribly close, but we are cordial with one another. Laenor has brought much honor to our house."

"You speak of Laenor, but what of Laena? She commands mighty Vhagar and is wed to the King's brother."

"Ah, yes, forgive me, princess. Laena has found a good match and as a dragon rider, few can match her."

"She's birthed three children for her husband, do you think her duty is done?"

I should answer carefully, but I shouldn't deceive her.

"That is between Prince Daemon and Laena. I hesitate to offend."

"If we are to be wed, I would know your true thoughts."

"Very well. In truth, much depends on what the Maesters say. If they were to say there is great risk to Laena's health, then yes, her duty is done. If they were to advise that her last pregnancy was a fluke, then yes, she should try again to provide a proper heir for Daemon."

"Thank you for your honesty."

After that there was no more talk of pregnancies or duties, only discussion of trade House Velaryon participated in. Elaena asked questions over his journeys to Essos and teased out his father's desires to take an extended trip into the far parts of Essos, like Corlys so famously had done. Time had flown and Daemion found himself enjoying Elaena's company greatly. His hopes were soon dashed.

"Daemion, I have enjoyed our visit. I intend to stay for the feast and converse more with you on the morrow, but we will not be wed. I do wish to see your expedition funded. I will speak with the Master of Coin personally, we can structure the expedition loan without interest, but with a portion of the bounty you will reap."

Daemion was both pleased and saddened. Had he never had a chance, or was it something he had said? He chose not to ask and make things awkward. His father would hopefully be mollified by Elaena's generosity of favorable terms. Still, he would always wonder.

Failninjaninja · Saturday at 6:08 PM

Special thanks to @MARch_Of_Time for proofreading!

Chapter 18

"I hope you can understand that I'm going to need a lot." -From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 12

Jessamyn Redfort luxuriated in the warm embrace betwixt Jeyne Arryn's arms. Jeyne's blue eyes always held such a fire to them, she felt she could swim endlessly in their pools. Their lovemaking had held a different flavor when at an inn instead of the Eyrie. Jessamyn wasn't pleased to be out on the road, even with a hundred loyal House Arryn guards. Her lover, the Warden of the East, underestimated just how treacherous her enemies could be. Though in this instance, it had been Jessamyn that had convinced Jeyne to make the journey to Gulltown.

"This was novel, and more than a bit of fun." Jessamyn broke the silence. "But I still find the choice to meet the suitors in Gulltown instead of the Eyrie a terribly crass decision by the princess. Does she even realize the position it puts you in?"

Jeyne sighed. "You read too much into it, my love. The Eyrie or even the Gates of the Moon aren't as easy to travel to."

"She can bloody well fly on a dragon and have two gatherings, instead of one. This is the crown showing blatant favoritism to the Gilded Falcon over you. I tell you; this is Daemon's doing, and even though that ignorant lout is most like just scoring petty points, it puts us in danger. Your rat of a cousin, Arnold, has already tried once to usurp your position. My little ears tell me that he continues to sway the other Lords of the Vale against you."

"They've given me their oath, Jessamyn. Few will openly become oath-breakers. We have ample guards, and the Eyrie is unassailable. Your ears keep me protected from assassins. All is well, you mustn't allow your fears to poison the joys of today."

Jessamyn kissed her, and looked her in the eyes. "Jeyne, I cannot turn a blind eye to your person. Elaena Targaryen will choose a husband within the Seven Kingdoms. If it is from the Vale, the danger is immense. Daemon was not a threat, because he was hated throughout the Vale for the shame he brought to his wife and the insults he levied against us all. Elaena is different, my ears tell me she has the favor of the King, and regularly meets with both the Hand and the Heir. If the Lords of the Vale sought to depose you, and Elaena backed it, we would be undone. With even a young dragon, a hundred men would likely not be enough to save you."

"Stop it, she's a girl of five-and-ten. She will not be burning anyone with her little dragon. Lest you forget, Viserys is fond of me. We've done nothing to offend him or Elaena. We also have a number of allies throughout the Vale; for all we know, she will marry one of them, and our position will be even more secure. Upon your advice, I have agreed to attend this gathering of suitors in Gulltown, to get the measure of this princess who may soon be married to one of my vassals. Let us not worry overmuch for the moment before our meeting."

Jessamyn let the matter drop. Elaena could destroy the delicate balance that held the Vale together. Jessamyn would never defy Jeyne. Jeyne had commanded her not to arrange Arnold's death, and so she would not. A clear command would never be betrayed. What Jeyne did not know however… that was another matter. Assassinations were tricky and difficult things to arrange, but if the wrong suitor was seen with favor, they may just have to be removed. Jessamyn would not let Jeyne's rule fail, or harm come to her person. For love of her, Jeyne had refused to get married, refused to do what many thought was her duty as the Lady of the Vale. Jessamyn had not asked her to do this, but Jeyne's insistence on 'not living a lie' had shown just how much Jeyne valued her. It made Jessamyn even more desperate to keep her safe.

***

Garland Grafton was there to greet the Princess Elaena of House Targaryen. A dragonrider visiting the Vale was not something many would miss. Lord Isembard Arryn, the most important man in Gulltown, had two dozen men-at-arms and knights cordon off the landing area for the dragon. Thousands of the small folk of Gulltown had turned up to see a dragon in the flesh, but they were kept a respectable distance away.

Technically Garland's aged father ruled over Gulltown, but all knew it was Isembard who held the wealth and power of the city. In the past there had been conflict between the cadet branch of House Arryn and the Grafton family, but in the end a relatively easy peace and cooperation had come about. The Graftons kept their honor as official rulers of Gulltown, and received a modest flow from the tariffs in the port. In return the Arryns of Gulltown continued to grow wealthy through trade, and made all the meaningful decisions. Had agreements not been reached, the knives may have come out, or perhaps the wealthy Arryns, who owned most of the vessels would have simply strangled trade coming to the city until the Graftons were bankrupt. That was years ago, and Garland thought the mutual prosperity turned out for the best, even if it did chafe at times.

The Gilded Falcon is what they called Lord Isembard, and it was his manse that the Princess Elaena would be staying at. However, it was Garland who would have first crack at wooing her. The entire situation was irregular, normally agreements to wed would not be made by the bride herself, particularly when she had not yet reached the age of maturity. Garland was sure whoever the princess picked would still need the blessings of the King, but even in the Vale, the talk was that the King favored Elaena above his other children.

If he could wed her… many things would be different. The patronage of the Targaryen house could see the Graftons rule Gulltown in truth. More than just that, a dragon was a formidable asset. Just its mere presence would deter Essosi pirates and other threats.

He glanced over at his competition. Ser Corwyn Corbray was better at the lance and sword than Garland, but he was but a second son. Arwood's boy was a jest, nearly as bad as Lord Jacob Waynwood, who was over thrice Elaena's age. Lord Roland Crayne was a man in his 20s whose dashing good looks hid the fact he was utterly incompetent on horseback.

The Craynes are barely better then landed knights, no, unless the princess is lovestruck by golden locks, she will not choose him.

Two Arryns troubled him. Lady Jeyne's distant cousin Joffrey Arryn was almost the same age as Elaena. He was still a squire, but all knew he would be knighted soon, as he was gifted with arms. The boy was also Lady Jeyne's favored pick for the match with the princess. Normally, that wouldn't concern him, but the stubborn spinster had chosen to make a rare trip out of the Eyrie.

It is absurd that she refuses to wed at all. Ser Arnold has the right of it.

The other Arryn was Hamish Arryn, the nephew of Isembard. The boy was a year younger than Elaena and had no martial ability to speak of. Many thought he would become a Maester, but Garland knew that the Gilded Falcon often took counsel from the boy. A clever mind and a silver tongue may find ways to entice the princess where a host of martial knights may fail.

Garland watched as the dragon in the sky grew larger as it descended. The silver scales shimmered in the noonday sunlight, and the heir to House Grafton admitted that the creature was majestic. It was larger than a horse, but nowhere near the size of the greater Targaryen dragons such as Caraxes. He had seen the monstrous creature once, when Daemon had arrived in the Vale, and it had been more terrifying than awe inspiring.

Introductions were made and he got his first up-close look at the princess in some time. He had been to King's Landing for a tournament and had seen her in the stands next to her father, but never this close. Save for her blue Arryn eyes, she looked every inch a Targaryen royal. Her silver hair and facial features made it clear to all that she was the blood of Old Valyria.

And then she was upon him.

"Ah, Ser Garland, I am to understand you will be my escort until the feast in some hours. Have you any gardens or coastal spots that would be pleasant to stroll in?"

"Yes, Your Grace. There is a spot I know in the city that has hedges with a variety of flowery plants that I am told is delightful."

"Told, so you have never been?"

Garland stumbled a bit at the question. "Errm, no, I've been there before."

"And is it delightful?"

"I would not use that term, but noble ladies have. It is bright, and there is a pleasant…"

"Forgive me, 'tis just a bit of a jape. I fear my tongue has grown saucy when speaking with my brother, I hope that does not bother you overmuch."

Garland shook his head. "Not at all princess, we Graftons are well versed in wordplay, we have to be when dealing with the mercantile class, especially the Essosi."

The princess smiled at that answer.

"Forgive me for my directness, ser, but I have at last count, eleven suitors in the Vale that I intend to speak with. Tell me, why should I choose you and House Grafton?"

She's not a wilting flower, if we were to wed, I suspect every day she would keep me on my toes.

"My father oversees Gulltown. Save for King's Landing, Gulltown is the largest city on the eastern side of Westeros. We have a history dating back for generations, and have always treated with others honorably. With Essos nearby, particularly Braavos, we can provide luxuries like you may find in King's Landing. As for me personally, I am not one to boast of my own deeds, but feel free to ask others of my accomplishments. It would be an honor to marry you, Elaena Targaryen."

"I shall ask others, good advice, ser. Tell me, what are your expectations regarding the bearing of children."

Garland blinked. "Ah, well it would be expected that I have a son to carry on my name. I do have a sister, but she is wed to a landed knight and her children will take his name. The Grafton family name will need to be continued."

Elaena nodded, "It is only expected, and were I to prove barren? Or bring forth only daughters?"

Garland felt he was being tested. Everyone in the Vale knew that Aemma Arryn died in childbirth bearing Elaena into the world.

"It will be up to the Gods to decide what happens, but if you worry that I would put you aside, have no fear on that count. I would not dishonor you so."

Not when it means bringing down the wrath of the King, or later your brother or sister depending on how the succession goes!

The questions from there seemed to be on less precarious ground, but he still felt worn from them. They came one atop the other. Elaena never seemed hurried in her speech, but they covered a tremendous amount of territory. Questions regarding his father. Questions regarding the Vale's politics. What he thought of the Dragon Bank. His views on the Stepstones conflict. What issues troubled the nobility in the region? What were his favorite leisure activities? It was impossible to tell if his responses were favorable, as Elaena kept her polite smile and similar tone throughout it all. She nodded along to his answers, but he soon determined that was not agreeance, just encouragement for him to expand upon his statements.

Elaena claimed the garden was in fact a delight, and then he took her to her rooms and introduced the serving staff who would make her stay comfortable.

"After the feast, or on the morrow, may I call upon you again?"

He held his breath, if she declined, it would likely mean he had failed.

"Yes, I am open to that, however the schedule will be rather delicate. I wish to cause no offense to the other suitors, but I will find time. It would be good to go riding on horseback, I've done little of that, thanks to Viktoriya."

Garland smiled. Clearly, he had made a good impression.

***

Ser Arnold Arryn sat at the feasting table alongside his allies. The table that Isembard set was fine. Mutton, turkey, fish, chicken, beef, and dozens of sides lay before him. His cooks could give those in King's Landing a fair run. His distant cousin was a man of wealth, and unfortunately, caution. They called him the Gilded Falcon for his wealth, but Arnold thought he was more a gilded mouse. He had received no support from his distant cousin when he tried to set matters right in the Vale.

Ironic that if she had not been a woman, I'd be short a head, but then had she not been a woman I would never have tried to depose her.

He took a sip of the white wine from Lys, the taste growing on him. To his left sat Ser William Royce. The young man was a knight, wedded to honor and duty, but he could be made to see reason. To his right he held a place for Ser Garland Grafton. It gratified him that his invitation was accepted.

Arnold and company sat at a long table that was perpendicular to the head table. There at the place of honor was Lord Isembard and his wife dining together with Jeyne and Princess Elaena. The princess was a fine prize, it was a pity his son, Eldric, was too young for such things. With a dragonrider, even a girl dragonrider, on his side, there would be so many more options.

The princess had made it clear to all that she would make no decision on her trip to Gulltown, as she had promised to listen to the suitors from the other parts of Westeros before making a final decision. Arnold had pride in the Vale, it was a place of honor, of history, and home to a refined people. Lannisport and Oldtown may be larger cities, but they were further from the delights of Essos. The Vale also sat right next to the crossroads that connected the North to the southern parts of Westeros. Who wouldn't wish to hitch their fate to the Vale?

Ser Garland took the seat. "Ser Arnold, are you well?"

"I am, all things considered. I would ask the same of you, how did you fare with the princess?"

Garland glanced at the princess and then gave him a half-smile.

"Well enough that she wishes to spend more time with me while here in Gulltown. She has a presence about her, hard to define, but I suspect it is her royal upbringing. Not yet an adult, but one used to command."

Arnold wasn't sure how to feel about that, but would ponder Garland's words later.

"I am glad it is going well, and wish you good fortune in being selected. I do find it proper that she is seeking a husband, even in an unusual fashion. I'd say we've had quite enough of noble ladies not doing their duty."

"Here, here," Ser Jaspar Coldwater spoke up from across the table. "Who ever heard of the head of a house not marrying and continuing their line. 'Tis an absurdity."

Garland nodded. "We are all troubled by Lady Jeyne not choosing someone to be her husband. But this is an old grievance you have, and there's no use dredging it back up."

Arnold grabbed him by the arm. "It is not such an old grievance, Jeyne could still marry, she's not yet reached her thirtieth name day, and even past that she could bear children. If she refuses to do her duty, she should step down and let a proper Lord of the Vale rule."

"We are sworn to her, I made the trip to the Eyrie with my father."

"And the King could set aside those oaths, or other acts of malice and offense to the Gods by Jeyne could bring cause for nobility to set her aside. Fealty is a two-way-street, if she has committed crimes, well, it would be justice to see her punished for them."

"What crimes?" Garland asked with a half-grin.

Arnold shrugged. "I speak of possibilities, I would never accuse anyone of something, even if I thought it to be true, without proof."

The Grafton boy nodded. It was not a complete success, and he would have to do more to fully bring him into his camp, but at the very least he was sympathetic to the idea of replacing Arnold's cousin. Arnold felt eyes on him and he looked up to see a gaze belonging to the Redfort girl. He smirked at her and raised his cup in her direction. She looked away.

Rumor held that the unmarried Jessamyn Redfort, and the unmarried Jeyne Arryn, were more than just close friends.

I'd happily leave them to their deviant lusts if Jeyne was not in my path.

Arnold stood up.

"I would like to give a toast! To the Princess Elaena! May the Maiden, Mother, and Crone bless her with joy, fertility, and wisdom."

Almost everyone joined him the toast, for who would wish to cause affront with the princess?

"A fine toast," Lady Arryn spoke in response, "but tell me, cousin, what brings you to Gulltown? Surely your son is too young for our princess."

"More's the pity, but you are correct, cousin. I have come because Princess Elaena is an important figure to the Seven Kingdoms. She is a daughter of the Vale through her dearly departed mother. I would be remiss if I did not take the opportunity to journey here and meet with her."

Elaena smiled at him from the high table. "Thank you, Ser Arnold, perhaps there will be time later and you can share a story or two of my mother."

Arnold gestured his agreement and sat back down. He gleefully observed the look of annoyance and then the slight tinge of concern that came upon his cousin's face.

***

Hamish Arryn knew, as the nephew of his uncle, that his status as heir to the Gilded Falcon's fortune was temporary. His uncle had not been married overlong, and would no doubt produce a son eventually. Hamish did not resent his future cousin; it simply was the way the world functioned. He did have a seat at the table, and his uncle's ear. That was more than enough to give him wealth and power sufficient to place him above more than half the kingdom's nobles.

He would not mind a greater station in life, but was unwilling to risk his current pleasant circumstances for them. Activities like Ser Arnold, his distantly related kin, partook in were not something he would involve himself with. Hamish did enjoy the thought of being married to a royal. A royal dragon rider. The thought of being allowed to ride a dragon in tandem with the princess – such an experience would be exciting.

He also knew his chances were slim. He had no great accolades, no skill at arms, and no fame. He did have his mind, and he did have his uncle's support. Elaena was called the "Realm's Blessing" and some said driving force behind the Dragon Bank. Most thought it was Lord Beesbury who had accomplished everything, and had used Elaena as a figurehead and way to gain the King's favor, but Hamish's uncle didn't think so. And Hamish himself knew that age and experience did not always grant wits.

With the idea that Princess Elaena was intelligent, Hamish decided he would attempt to capture her heart by appealing to that nature. Cyvasse was a game played in Essos, and he had learned the game a couple of years ago. For the time allotted to him with the princess, he would not spend it riding, or strolling through a garden, or reciting poetry like one suitor had tried. No, he would engage her mind over Cyvasse.

"The Princess Elaena Targaryen!" A guard called out after knocking.

Elaena came into the sitting room and Hamish bowed his head.

"Your Grace, thank you for giving me the opportunity to speak with you. It is my fondest wish that we get to know each other better. I hope you do not mind participating in something new."

The princess was pretty. A year older than Hamish and he had to admit he was quite smitten. She seemed to be made up of the finest porcelain, almost inanimate, until she moved. Her movements were elegant, and confident. Hamish felt like a newborn calf in comparison to her refined grace.

"It is my pleasure, Hamish. As to something new, that depends on what it is, but I like to consider myself forward-thinking."

"Wonderful, have you heard of the game Cyvasse?"

She shook her head.

"No matter, as far as I am aware it is not played in Westeros. One of my uncle's trading partners is from Volantis, where the game originates, and he taught my uncle how to play. He in turn taught me, and I've played with him ever since. I will teach you as well."

Hamish saw Elaena's eyes sparkle with interest. He had watched her at the feast; she always seemed to be attentive when someone spoke, but he could see the difference in her body posture. Smiling, he took out the board, and placed the pieces of ivory and jade upon it.

"The game can be complex at times, but the rules are not overly complicated. We are each given a set of several pieces. Ten different types, but some have multiples. The most important piece is your king, it becomes captured or trapped, you will have lost."

Elaena listened with obvious interest and asked clarifying questions as he went over the movement and strengths of the rabble, spearmen, crossbowmen, light horse, heavy horse, trebuchet, catapult, and dragon. Elaena picked up the dragon figure and examined it.

"There is a small curtain that we place to hide our board from our opponent. We each position our forces as we desire. Once complete, we will then reveal the board, and play takes place in turns. There are many strategies. Some players focus on striking out at the enemy king, while others seek to deplete the enemy's armies in a war of attrition."

"This does sound intriguing; I believe I understand the rules. Shall we play?"

Hamish nodded, "Yes, and I should warn you, I have played this quite a bit over the years, so please do not worry over your performance. I was quite rubbish when I first challenged my uncle, and yet now I can defeat him more times than not."

The princess shook her head. "I will not worry about my performance, if you promise not go easy on me."

Hamish smiled, "As you wish."

He set up his pieces, using one of his typical strategies that he would use against his uncle. Elaena thought for a bit, but ended up completing the deployment of her own figures only shortly after he had done so.

The curtain between the two sides was removed and Hamish reviewed what the princess had done. She had moved most of her units with additional movement and grouped them on one flank. Her formation of spearmen, crossbowman, and rabble was well-positioned to protect her king. She had picked up how pieces synergized together.

As play began, they also conversed.

"To be blunt, Your Grace, I was surprised to be included in the suitors you agreed to see."

"The minimum requirements were not difficult. If you are a noble from the Seven Kingdoms, and not born on the wrong side of the blanket, then I am meeting with you. In truth, I also wish to know more about the people of Westeros."

Hamish could see the wisdom in that. He moved his elephant to a location where it could be defeated. However if Elaena took the bait, he would end up rolling through her weaker side.

"You are presently the heir to a large fortune, but it is unlikely for you to inherit. What advantages would I have in agreeing to wed to you?"

The princess had not taken the bait. Hamish frowned; she was good. He almost missed her question, and then hastily turned his attention more fully to it.

"My uncle would be quite generous in providing land. I will also be given a sizeable stake in the mercantile fleet. You will not want for creature comforts. There is also some thought to how your dragon may be used to quell some of the troublesome areas of the Vale, such as the Mountain Clans. Some of those areas have metal deposits, no silver or gold, but still worth developing."

Elaena nodded and gestured at the board, "It is still your move."

Hamish moved his dragon from one end of the board to another, setting up a potential assault on Elaena's king. Elaena moved her catapult, cutting of a potential advance. He could move his dragon to break her line, but the catapult would remove his most powerful piece. He put his fingers to his temples and stared at the board for alternative avenues of attack.

"A compelling argument. Children, what would be your expectations?"

Hamish glanced up at the princess. "What I would expect is what most nobles in Westeros desire. An heir and a spare. That is an expectation, but were I to win your hand, I am quite comfortable with unexpected situations. What would you prefer?"

She blinked, and her following smile was larger than her pervious ones. "Since you have asked, two children would be my limit. Additionally, the process of bringing forth those children would be my purview. After the children are born, we will stop carnal activities, you may sleep with who you like, even produce bastards, so long as our own children's birthright is not challenged."

Hamish was rather surprised by the stipulations. Despite that, he picked up one of his spearmen and advanced forward.

"I assume you are still unspoiled, Your Grace, why those specific stipulations?"

Elaena moved her heavy horse down his flank, and then looked him in the eye.

"Tastes vary from person to person. I believe I will not find the act pleasant. If I am wrong, well we can always amend the agreement. To be clear, this is a hypothetical scenario based on me selecting you, not a true negotiation. I must ask, would you find such a scenario tolerable?"

They traded materiel in a short fight on the flank as Hamish mused over the question.

Some men are sword swallowers, it stands to reason some women would also have the same sort of difficulties, only the other way around. She is beautiful, and it would be a shame not to regularly do… that, but the other advantages far outweigh that concern. And it appears she wouldn't be jealous of other women.

"Without question. Physical pleasure is fleeting, and easy to come by. Having someone like you at my side would still be well worth it, even if we did not lay together more than the times needed to produce children."

Elaena seemed to like that answer, and they focused on the game in companiable silence. Hamish was deeply impressed with the natural aptitude for strategy the princess possessed. He very nearly lost, but in the end, his experience in playing the game regularly, led him to victory.

"A very enjoyable afternoon, Hamish. Since I am residing in the manse, I'd like to play with you regularly. And at least once with your uncle."

Hamish grinned, "That can most certainly be arranged."

Failninjaninja · Saturday at 6:09 PM

Big thank you to @MARch_Of_Time for the proofreading help!

Chapter 19

"Commerce is the best driver of diverse cultural exchange and societal advancement." -From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 9

Jessamyn was glad she had so many little ears in Gulltown. The place was a center of commerce and the best location to learn about what was going on in the world. They came in handy now to keep tabs on the princess and her betrothal hunt.

"How stands the chances of a Vale wedding for our silver-haired princess?" Lady Jeyne asked her.

"Lord Arwood has already been informed by the princess she is uninterested in marriage to someone so much younger than herself. It seems she let the boy down easily and he was given an opportunity to pet her dragon. As for Lord Waynwood, he seems not to have had any interest in an actual marriage, and instead brokered a deal with her to get a discounted rate on a new loan with the Dragon Bank."

Jeyne smiled. "So you were right, our little princess is a key player and decision maker for the bank. How interesting."

Jessamyn frowned. Princess Elaena being a smart and powerful woman just meant she was more dangerous to them if she married the wrong person. Mentally going back to where she was in her list, her frown turned to amusement.

"Roland Crayne had the idiotic idea of trying to seduce her by meeting her with naught but his small clothes on. The serving maid who was the source of the rumor said that the princess was most wroth and suggested that he should leave the city within the hour or her father would hear of how he sought to bed his 'minor-aged daughter.'"

"Minor-aged? Is that some phrase in King's Landing?"

Jessamyn shook her head. "I'm a bit confused myself. It sounds like a reference to her not yet being six-and-ten, but I'm not sure how that would be all that relevant. Trying to entice and lay with in this manner would get him sent to the Wall, if not executed. Did the fool think she would be so smitten with his appearance that she would give up her maidenhead?"

Jeyne shrugged. "Perhaps he believed those calumnies from a few years ago."

"Regardless, he fled the city, and I suspect he will not show his face around the princess for so long as he lives."

"How did Joffrey do?"

"I was getting there; you'll make me lose my place."

Jeyne chuckled. "You could use a quill and parchment."

"I'm not going to write these sorts of things down! As I was saying, next we have Corwyn Corbray. That one seems to have a chance despite being a second son. The squire who gave the information of the encounter indicated Elaena was fascinated with his Valyrian sword. She also watched him duel against two other knights at the same time, and she seemed quite impressed."

Jeyne motioned for her to continue.

"Joffrey said that the princess was very amicable and asked him questions about how many children she would be expected to bear. He believes they formed a connection…"

"But?"

"There is no follow-up meeting with him. The princess has met with Hamish Arryn and Garland Grafton again after their first encounter, and seems to get along well with both. Maybe she wants to know them more to help solidify that they are not in the running – I just don't see that being the case. I think Joffrey is no longer in contention."

Jeyne frowned. "A pity. So you believe it will be Hamish or Garland?"

"All signs point that way, and that could pose a serious problem for your rule. I don't know enough about Hamish to know where his loyalties lie, and the Gilded Falcon is always unreadable. Garland though, he's spent time with Arnold recently."

"You worry too much, my love. The Vale is but one of the kingdoms the princess will be travelling to. If she's here making loan deals with my lords, I suspect she is one of those rare nobles who enjoys the counting of coppers. She could just as easily be looking to make a match within the Reach or the Westerlands, two kingdoms with more wealth than our own."

"And you worry too little, too many nobles feel slighted by you not choosing any of them. They all look for any excuse to bring you down."

"You exaggerate, I have many loyal bannerman." Jeyne sighed. "I cannot fault you for worrying after what happened with Arnold's little rebellious streak, but you handled it didn't you? His support melted away once we made him a captive. He renewed his oaths, alongside most of the nobility there in the high hall of the Eyrie. Relax and enjoy the fine food and drink our host has provided."

Jessamyn knew making a further fuss would just be counterproductive. Her liege lady could be most stubborn. It was time for Jessamyn to take matters into her own hands and ensure Lady Jeyne would not be challenged.

***

Garland was growing quite irritated with Arnold Arryn. The man would not take no for an answer. Just because he was right about Lady Arryn did not give him the authority to do anything about it. Moreover, it did not give him free rein to badger Garland over it.

"Ser, I've told you, I swore an oath. If you have something of substance to lay before me, I will examine it. Until you do, the matter is closed."

Arnold gave a heavy sigh. The two were seated in an inn along with Ser Jaspar Coldwater.

"My boy…"

"I am not your boy," Garland snapped, letting his frayed temper loose. He angrily stood up.

Jaspar stood up as well, "Don't be a fool, this is the next Lord of the Eyrie, don't…"

Garland was done hearing about petty schemes and treacheries. Many lords would be better suited to rule the Vale over Lady Jeyne, but he was fast coming to the conclusion that Arnold Arryn was not one of them. Besides, he was not about to be late to his ride with the princess.

This would be their second time riding out together. The Princess was an able rider, and seemed to have no issue keeping up well on horseback. They had talked more, and Garland got the sense that she was genuinely fascinated with the history of the Vale, and the intricacies of being a major port to Essos.

When he arrived to pick up Elaena from Isembard's manor, she was waiting by the stables with a guard.

"Princess." Garland intoned and bowed his head.

"Ah, Ser Garland, the weather is pleasant for an afternoon ride. Thank you for arriving promptly."

"Of course, Your Grace. I would not make you wait."

They rode out of the city alone. Although somewhat risky, Garland thought it unlikely anyone would attempt to rob them. He had his arming sword at his side, and they weren't going to the docks. Instead they headed north where the countryside boasted splashes of multihued wildflowers.

Women like that sort of thing.

"Well, Your Grace, could you imagine living out your days here?"

"I could, but you would have to put up with me traveling often. I enjoy flying with Viktoriya, and I would want to regularly visit my family. Could you tolerate such a thing? A wife, often not at your side?"

Garland frowned. He wasn't sure how to respond. Should he object that he could not bear to be apart form her? Or should he say that he would not mind and that she would have the freedom to do as she wished without him making an issue of it.

Elaena waited for his response as they continued their trek.

"I'd want to go with you."

Elaena tilted her head in surprise. "You would wish to fly on dragonback with me?"

He swallowed; his mouth suddenly dry. The idea of being so high above the earth, like a bird, it was not a pleasant thought.

"I… well, I would try, if your dragon would consent to carrying me with you."

Amusement sparkled in her eyes. "Viktoriya is a bit too young for tandem rides given your size. But she is still growing faster than most dragons, so it wouldn't be too much longer." She let her expression go back to its more neutral demeanor. "I am serious, we would not always be together. I have other focuses such as the Dragon Bank, and a few other projects, that will necessitate some time apart. Will that be an issue?"

"No, it would not."

It was only partially true, but that was an issue that could be resolved later. Garland had no desire to even be with a woman all the time. He enjoyed hunting, arms training, and jousting. Still, he was less enamored with the idea of her being out of sight for so long. All knew Elaena's sister, Rhaenyra, slept with more men than just her husband. That would never be something that Garland could accept. A powerfully fearsome man like the Dark Storm, rumored to have similarly vicious and depraved tastes, may be different, but for Garland, he only wished to lay with women.

"Good. As I've said before, I do intend to continue this tour, but the flexibility you are showing does your cause credit."

"Faint praise." He could not help but jape a bit.

Elaena's smile grew broader. "I do wish to temper expectations. May I be direct with you, ser?"

"Please."

"Your family is not wealthy, nor does it control the city where its stronghold is located. Gulltown is an important trade region, but pales compared to King's Landing and Old Town. I do find you personable, and so far, you have agreed to stipulations that I know not all would. I just wish to be clear, that my spending additional time with you does not mean you are going to be my selection."

"Thank you for the clarity, Your Grace. I know there are many that seek your hand. Wealthier and more powerful nobles will fight for your affections. As they should! But none will strive harder than I to keep you safe, and to give you a life of ease."

They talked more as they rode, up until dusk. They rode back briskly as night began to fall.

The gate guards waved them through, and they arrived at the stables of the Grafton keep. Elaena dismounted smoothly and they went on foot back to the Gilded Falcon's manse. Grafton noticed Elaena seemed preoccupied.

"Is something amiss?"

"Not as such, but I will be leaving in a couple of days. Gulltown has grown on me."

"You are the King's daughter; you don't have to go."

Elaena glanced at him; her eyes were strange in the dark. Only a thin blue circle surrounded the pitch darkness inside of them.

"I take my obligations seriously. The Manderlys will be expecting me. I also wish to see how my family is doing in King's Landing. My siblings can be quite the handful at times, and my mother expects me to help them understand what is expected of them as royal princes and princesses. 'Twas merely a statement that I appreciated my time here."

Garland expected the answer. It would likely be months before he learned of Elaena's choice. Her bluntness about his family's fortune was a surprise, but it was better to know than not. At least the others in the Vale had not found much success either. Outside of her excursions with him, she spent most of her time in Isembard's home.

They bid each other a pleasant night, and Garland began the walk back in the cool night air to the keep. This was the well-off side of Gulltown, and he passed the homes of wealthy captains, merchants, and other minor lordlings. He now wished his forefathers had made wiser decisions; if they had, he would have the wealth to attract the princess.

Garland gripped his sword hilt, and looked around as the sound of steel being drawn nearby alerted him. His ears strained and he looked to his right. He heard faintly a dull thud. It came from one of the streets which winded down back toward the docks. Garland could not see past the corner of one of the upscale inns from where he stood.

"Who goes there?" He shouted, voice firm and not displaying any trepidation. He could not imagine what kind of footpad would be desperate enough to try to rob someone here. Isembard turned a blind eye to crime in the poorer sections, but not here. Not where he and the other important powers of the city lay their heads and kept their families at.

Silence answered. He wished he was wearing more than riding leathers. In the dark, even an incompetent could strike true. He was a knight, and he would not allow some petty would-be brigand cause him to quail.

He moved forward and got a look into the street. He blinked in surprise. There was no one there to waylay him, instead three corpses. One had a sword still in his hand. His throat was cut open. Despite the potential danger, Garland moved forward to examine the scene. Another man had been thrust through the heart, but the weapon that caused it was not there. The last man had a large hole in his throat.

"ALERT THE CITY GUARD!" Garland shouted. As he looked at the bodies, he felt an uneasy cold trickle down his spine. If he heard a blade being drawn, where were the sounds of battle? He moved and drew his blade and put his back against the wall of the inn. Thoughts swirled as he recalled and pondered over what he'd heard. A drawn sword. A dull thud. Three people dead. Their blood was still even now spilling, so the deaths were recent, very recent. Was this some quarrel and these three had been killed by another group of men, who had been fast and deadly, allowing only one person an opportunity to draw a blade?

Only once the guards arrived, did Garland lower his blade and explain what he heard and what he had found.

***

Hamish sat in his uncle's opulent office. Gold finish was on nearly everything, and precious gemstones lined portraits of the Arryns of Gulltown. Hamish knew that Isembard deliberately put on such a display. Oh to be sure, he appreciated the finer amenities that wealth offered, but that had little to do with the office décor.

"You've spent much time with the princess, could your bid prove successful?"

Hamish spread his hands out, "Who can say? She does seem fond of me, but over the past week I've learned that she is a planner. She does not bend with the twists and turns of an unexpected wind, but only moves to her advantage."

Isembard raised an eyebrow, "So she shares your temperament."

Hamish nodded, "Yes, she's quite impressive. She bested me on our third match, and I've yet to beat her since. In truth, it has been quite humbling."

Isembard let out a low laugh. "It is about time someone pricked your ego. 'Tis healthy for a boy to be reminded there is always a bigger fish. Granted, for most boys it is swordplay, but an important lesson learned. You are clever, but don't think you can outwit everyone."

"I understand, uncle."

"Now, to put your mind to use. What do you know of the murders?"

Murders didn't happen often in Gulltown. And when they did occur, they were almost solely restricted to the docks and the poorer parts of the city. Very rarely an occasional drunk noble would start a fight and be accidently killed, but the last time that occurred Hamish was half his present age.

"I know that Ser Garland discovered three dead men. He found them on his way back from delivering Princess Elaena here. One of the men is a local and known to the city guard as a gambler who no one would lend money to anymore. Another most likely came from Myr, given his description. The last was a sellsword with a reputation for skill who has done escort duty around the Vale for years. The latter two had good castle-forged steel. As of today, I am unfamiliar with any leads the guard may have on the likely culprits."

His uncle nodded. "We have little more. Some witnesses claim they were spotted near the city gate earlier that day for several hours not doing anything. The gambler was a man of ill repute who briefly worked as a sailor on one of my vessels, but had no friends. What do you think happened?"

Hamish wasn't sure. A murder, let alone three, here near the estate was unheard of. This could have been a targeted affair, but for what purpose?

"I'm sorry uncle, I can think of a dozen potential scenarios, but there simply isn't enough evidence to draw any real conclusions. We don't even know if Grafton being there is relevant. It could have been a group of criminals gathering to rob a wealthy, but lightly guarded home. Perhaps they had a falling out and murdered each other. Or perhaps Grafton is lying and he and his own guards murdered them for some reason."

Hamish paused. "Them watching the gate before they were slain is interesting. How reliable are those witnesses? No chance that they could be delivering a false story?"

"I can follow up with the captain of the guard. For the moment, let us assume what they said was true."

"In that case, they could part of a plot aimed at the princess. Possibly working as spies, but they could also have been looking to take her for ransom, or even kill her. Who knows what sort of plotting may be going on in King's Landing."

The Gilded Falcon drummed his fingers on his desk.

"Then who killed them?"

"Hmm, judging by how Princess Elaena plays Cyvasse, she's the master of killing two crows with one rock. Her itinerary has been known for months, ample time for the crown's own people to set up security for her. She walks and rides freely without any guards, which is odd for a young woman of her stature. Understandable, given her method of travel, but curious nonetheless." Hamish replied with a frown.

"You think the princess had them killed?"

Hamish sighed. "Uncle, I just told you there isn't evidence for me to draw any firm conclusions. However, if we followed this trail of thought, no I don't think she would know in this circumstance. It is far more plausible that the crown's agents saw that the princess was being spied upon and sought to question or apprehend them. Once steel was drawn, they moved with formidable speed and skill and took care of matters."

"I see."

"Or perhaps Garland's good-brother sought to murder him so he could inherit his holdings, and the would-be-killers had a falling out, much like my earlier theory. Uncle, I truly cannot stress enough that I am grasping in the dark here. Without more information, I cannot solve this dilemma for you."

Isembard smiled. "I hear you, truly I do. I have grown used to you having ready answers, that I expect the impossible. We will continue the investigation, but if we cannot discover the truth, we must still address the concerns the people have. Killings occurred quite near the royal princess, the aristocracy of Gulltown, and the Paramount Lady of the Vale. It reflects poorly on us."

Hamish grinned. "Yet another theory, someone killed them as part of a ploy to make the vaunted Gilded Falcon look bad."

His uncle snorted. "I've tripled patrols in the evening, and suggested everyone, including the princess and Lady Arryn travel with guards. I've also ordered all vessels to be inspected and their manifests looked over. Do you have any other recommendations?"

"No, I do not. You've things well in hand. The princess will be leaving soon, if you have not done so already, during the departure feast I'd provide her an apology for all the additional security and fearmongering."

"I'll see to it then, my thanks."

Hamish knew a dismissal when he heard one, and left the room. His mind already switching over to thinking about what stratagems he would employ in what would likely be his last game of Cyvasse with Elaena on this leg of her tour. He knew she had plans to introduce the game in King's Landing. He felt excited at the idea of the game becoming popular in Westeros. The occasional game with a visiting captain who knew of it, and his repeated victories over his uncle, simply wasn't enough to satiate him. Having a challenge, someone who was now better than him at it, was a wonderous feeling.

***

"By the Seven, can you believe those damnable idiots?" Rhaenyra, heir to the Seven Kingdoms, swore as she broke her fast with her husband, his lover, her other lover, and her lover's wife.

She had been eating her meal when a raven had arrived from her cousin, Lady Jeyne Arryn, Lady Paramount of the Vale.

"What is the matter?" Laenor asked.

"Jeyne wrote to me regarding matters at Gulltown. She met with Elaena, and Jeyne was most impressed with my sister."

"Naturally, Your Grace," Lyra replied, "everyone can see what a fine woman she has become."

Rhaenyra tried not to react. Lyra had become somewhat of a lickspittle these days. She couldn't help viewing the baseborn waif as unworthy of Harwin's hand. Worse still, it had been Rhaenyra's fault he was wed to her, so it wasn't as if she could get angry at anyone else over the matter. Laenor had pointed out that Rhaenyra had gotten a bit lazy about controlling her expression and her distaste for Harwin's wife had shown a few times, and now the bastard girl was fearful. She made up for it by trying to ingratiate herself with her words, and it was all just so tiresome.

"That was all well and good, however the Arryns of Gulltown can't see fit to make sure their city is safe! Three men were killed not an hour after Elaena walked past."

Harwin rumbled, "Crime is present in cities. In King's Landing murder occurs more often than you might think."

Rhaenyra waved off his statement. "Yes, yes, in Flea Bottom, this was nearly right outside Isembard's manse! You know how delicate Elaena is, the thought of men dying so close by will have her shaken."

Laenor let out a cough and set his cup down.

"Are you all right?" Lyra asked.

"Just…" he made some more coughing sounds, "went down the wrong way, I am well, please continue my love."

Harwin interjected, "Rhaenyra, I believe your worries are a bit overwrought. The princess attends the melees and jousting events, and even when serious injuries occur, she does not balk from her duty, nor allow her countenance to be impacted."

"Perhaps," Rhaenyra sighed, "I just want her to find someone. But I also worry for her safety. If three men can be murdered in such a refined area of the city, are they taking steps to protect her properly? I should fly one of the Kingsguard to White Harbor, so she can have adequate protection. Though I would expect the Manderlys to know what they are about, unlike the Arryns of Gulltown."

"That may be a bit much, Rhaenyra." Joffrey interjected. "You know how your sister dislikes being followed about. Her dragon couldn't carry the weight of a Kingsguard and her, so you would need to fly him back, or to her next destination."

Rhaenyra threw up her hands, "Are you all against me this morn?"

"I'm not against you, Your Grace," Lyra replied.

Rhaenyra felt the lid of her eye twitch. She set the letter down on the table.

"I know she is a woman flowered, but she's still my little sister and it is my duty to see that she is protected. I have half a mind to fly over there and ensure a proper guard is set." Rhaenyra said stubbornly.

"She wanted to do this alone, I remember it well, because you were aggrieved when she told you that, and we all heard of it." Harwin pointed out.

Rhaenyra gave him a look. "Seven Hells, fine, I'll sit and do nothing while incompetents place my sister in danger. Satisfied?"

Joffrey and Laenor looked at each other, then looked back to Rhaenyra and spoke in unison, "Yes."

She threw a glazed roll at Laenor who deflected it away. Harwin let out a roar of laughter, and Lyra just looked around nervously.

Rhaenyra shook her head at the antics. She did feel better now, knowing she was being silly. It was one thing to have men killed nearby; it by no means meant that Elaena was in danger. Still, it was worrying that she had to hear it from Lady Jeyne and not Isembard or Elaena. Even if it wasn't a true source of concern, she wanted to stay in the know of the happenings on the tour. Surely there was some juicy rumors over the killings that Elaena could share. She fondly recalled her own marriage tour and remembering two men fought a duel over some insult. It was shocking behavior, but it had been exhilarating.

After White Harbor, Elaena had said she would most like return to King's Landing and visit Dragonstone as well before moving on to her other stops. She would get her sister to talk about what all went on, and keep her there until she heard it all! She'd also have to write a response to Lady Jeyne thanking her for keeping her so well informed.

***

The Princess Elaena Targaryen seemed to tolerate the cold well enough, in Medrick's eyes. The Manderly heir had expected the southern-born princess to be bundled up from head to toe in furs to keep warm, but that was not the case. She wore her dragon riding leathers, and Medrick knew that leather could keep one warm, but the thinness of Elaena's attire probably would not do much. Despite that, she seemed unbothered by the frigid environs.

Her bold greeting after she landed and dismounted her dragon had reminded him of the Mormont women, but her form reminded him more of the thinner Ryswell ladies. It was not battle-boldness, but a directness and poise that made it clear she knew what she was about. This demeanor endeared her to him, and he had gone from not much caring if the match was made, to desiring her. He had offered his arm, and she had accepted as he escorted her into the city proper.

His father, Lord Desmond Manderly, had suggested the match would elevate their fortunes significantly. Their overlord, Rickon Stark, was of the Old Gods, as was much of the North, meaning a royal marriage was quite unlikely. But the Manderlys, they were Seven-fearing people, and that was the North's best hope for a Targaryen union.

Outside of the trade at White Harbor, relations with the southern part of Westeros were near non-existent. The North still held some grudges over the New Gift, which was seen as a sign of Targaryen arrogance, but to the credit of King Viserys, relations were thawing. The King had lessened the burden of taxation, and trade had flourished. White Harbor had a modest uptick in trade over the last five years, and his father wished to see it continued.

Medrick had thought about how to impress the princess, and had decided the best way was through the gifting of gifts. That, and bold statements about how he would ensure she would be welcome and celebrated in White Harbor. To that end, he, and his father, had brought out the smallfolk, who waved Targaryen banners on her way through White Harbor. The people cheered for her, and she waved back at them. Elaena wore an unwavering smile on her face, though one that did not seem to reach her eyes.

As they arrived at the gates of New Castle, Medrick's father was there to greet her. A servant by his side held a tray of bread, salt, and wine. Guest right was an important ritual all across Westeros, but in the North, it was even more ritualistically done.

"Princess Elaena of the House Targaryen, you are my honored guest. Be welcome beneath my roof, and at my table."

Elaena inclined her head a fraction, "My thanks, Lord Manderly. I am grateful for your hospitality."

With that she took a bite of the bread, and a sip of the wine. The ritual complete, they entered New Castle.

"The servants carrying your things can direct you to your quarters; I suspect you will want to settle in. Would you care for my company prior to the feast?" Medrick asked.

"That would be well, after riding Viktoriya for some hours, I find it pleasant to walk on my own two feet before taking a rest. It will only take me a few minutes to change, if you do not mind waiting outside my door."

He bowed his head, "Not at all, princess."

Elaena was true to her word, and had not taken long to change into a simple, but fetching teal-colored dress. A necklace studded with onyx gems was the only accoutrement she wore.

"Shall I give you a tour, princess?"

"That would be pleasant, ser. I am quite curious about White Harbor, and the broader North."

Medrick answered her questions to the best of his ability. Some of the questions she asked, specifically about how food was stored, and survival through the winter, were subjects he was not as well versed in as he probably should be. The Maester would know more, but not wishing to sound ignorant, he gave her generalities. Eventually those questions dried up, and she moved on to what the city of White Harbor was like.

"We may be the smallest of the five great cities of Westeros, but we are unique. We are a joining point for the ways of the North and the ways of the rest of the Seven Kingdoms. Here you will find worshippers of the Old Gods, but also the Seven. We live in harmony with each other, and we are stronger for it."

"Like a smith melting metals together to form a stronger alloy."

"Precisely, it is how castle-forged steel is created." Medrick praised.

Medrick showed her where his father's solar was. The feast hall, the kitchens, the kennels, the barracks, and many other places. One in particular he wished to show her was the small glass garden they had recently constructed. A far cry from the great one at Winterfell, but they had hastily had it constructed when conversation of Elaena's marriage tour was beginning in the prior year. It was only the size of a typical family's home, but it would be a place where Elaena could grow the flowers, plants, or vegetables she wished.

"This, we have made specifically for you, Princess Elaena. In the North, our winters are hard; I will not deny it. Here, through some artifice I do not quite understand, we can keep summer plants growing even in winter."

Elaena's smile reached her eyes this time. "A very thoughtful gesture, Ser Medrick. The plight of the North during the long winters is one of the concerns I hope a stronger Seven Kingdoms can address. Mass starvation every five or so years is an unacceptable waste of human… talent."

He smiled in return. "I am gladdened to hear you say that. I do also have a gift for you, a token of my appreciation for coming this far north."

Elaena's silver eyebrows rose with what seemed to be anticipation. A servant came out with a large bundle. It was handed to Medrick who unfurled it. The cloak was all in white, made from the fur of a bear. The bear had been killed north of the wall, and the Night's Watch had traded it for some fine bottles of wine.

"It is quite beautiful, no doubt this will keep me warm while I am here. You have my thanks. If your aim was to treat me as, well, royalty, you have succeeded, ser."

We've made a good impression. Hopefully things continue to go well.

Failninjaninja · Saturday at 6:09 PM

A special thank you to @MARch_Of_Time for proofreading!

Chapter 20

"This is just like Ebola and AIDS. If you let something go unchecked because the cure is expensive, society will eventually pay an even greater price." - From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 8

The princess had proven to be inquisitive. Her questions regarding the North, its customs and traditions, as well as its difficulties and concerns, had given Medrick the impression that she was seriously considering choosing him. That made him downplay some of the worse aspects of the North, but he did not outright lie. That would have crossed his honor too far.

When his answers did not quite satisfy her, she probed further with others in White Harbor. She spoke with his father, the Maester, and some of the merchants. This made him rethink his early assumption.

"How fares the courtship?" His father, Lord Desmond Manderly asked.

"I am troubled father; the princess seems more interested in the North than in me."

The older man gave him a smile. "It is good that she is curious. If she wasn't interested in the match, she would never give us a second thought."

Medrick shook his head. "No, I don't think that's true. She seems to generally care about our winters. She also was deeply curious about the Wall, in fact she's already off to visit it."

"What?" His father asked in surprise.

Medrick shrugged. "She's a dragonrider. I tried to dissuade her, but she was insistent. She claims that while it is a long flight, Viktoriya, her dragon, is faster than most."

"I suppose old Galbart Karstark will be in for quite a surprise." Galbart was the current Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, and the uncle of the current Lord of House Karstark.

"Indeed." Medrick looked at his father. "Is there something else I can do? I've given her gifts, spent time with her, complimented her, we had the smallfolk come out and cheer for her when she arrived, but I do not sense personal warmth from her towards me in that way."

"Perhaps you need to showcase your skills. Most women wouldn't be inclined to participate in a hunt, but she's a dragonrider. Why don't you take a hunting party and let her see you take down a bear, elk, or wolf. Dragons hunt for their food often; I suspect she won't be squeamish at seeing a creature die."

Medrick liked the idea and would present it to Elaena when she returned. In two days, she did so. She greeted him with the same cool politeness. It spoke of respect, but not much else.

"How was your journey? What did you think of the Wall?"

"The journey was tolerable. As for the Wall, I found it to be a fascinating feat of construction. I do not think such a work could be duplicated now. Truly, one of the great wonders of the world."

"I'm glad you found it so. Were you treated well?"

"Aye, the Lord Commander was a bit taken aback at my sudden arrival, but he was hospitable. He spoke of the needs of the Wall, and I listened. I could not make many promises, but it does fascinate me. The Wall itself… it caused Viktoriya to hesitate in a way that I have never felt. It was overcome of course, but it fills me with profound wonder."

Medrick had heard the old stories of Queen Alysanne and how her great dragon Silverwing had refused to fly north of the Wall. It seemed the princess had found more success.

"How far north from the Wall did you go?"

"Not too far. I do have a schedule to keep."

"Ah, yes. About that. I know you had intended to stay only for a few more days, but I was wondering if you would care to join us for a hunt?"

"If it can be done quickly, ser. I will be returning to King's Landing and Dragonstone soon to check on my family and then continue the tour."

He hummed a bit before venturing forward with a half-jest, "I take it then you are not so enraptured by the North and myself that you've no need to see other suitors?"

Elaena graced him with a smile. "I have made obligations to give all a fair hearing. Shall we set off for the hunt this eve, or wait for the morrow?"

"The morrow will be fine, Your Grace."

The hunt turned out well enough. He demonstrated his skill with the bow and took down a large elk. As he suspected, Elaena was not the squeamish sort, and did not look away from the killing. She had congratulated him, but overall she seemed dispassionate about the whole event. It wasn't as if he suspected that she would fawn over his prowess, but once more he garnered the impression that she was unmoved by his efforts.

She ended her visit with compliments to him and his father for being gracious hosts. A further thank you for the gifts, and then she was off flying to the south.

***

Viserys was eagerly anticipating the return of his favorite daughter. He had missed their morning walks. He had diligently continued them, despite the fact that his foot was bothering him again. It simply was not the same without Elaena. He was used to being invigorated by their conversations. They always left him ready to seize the day.

The council was as trying as ever; Otto had been more insistent on certain items of state. The man picked the most irritating times to suddenly push forward a dozen decisions to the fore. The lack of a great start to his day, his lady wife pregnant again, and the increased workload of the small council contributed to Viserys being grumpier than usual.

Nothing could sour the mood of reunion with Elaena however, and a servant brought a message that the silver dragon had landed in the Dragon Pit. Viserys moved with haste, despite his foot, and went out to meet his daughter.

When he arrived at the entrance of the Red Keep, his daughter was coming through the gates with House Targaryen guards by her side, as well as Prince Aemond who was speaking with her. With Ser Harrold at his side, Viserys approached them.

Elaena stepped into his embrace and held on to him for longer than her usual. She seemed healthy and well after her travels to the Vale and the North. Her silver hair was messy, despite the braid she wore it in. Flying through the air had a tendency to disrupt it despite all the efforts his daughters took. Already his aches receded and his mind became more buoyant.

"It is good to see you, Elaena! Have you found your husband?"

She laughed lightly. "Father, as I've told my suitors, and you, I intend to see most of Westeros on this tour. I will not decide before seeing all those who would strive for my hand."

"Yes, yes, but did you find someone suitable to your liking?" Viserys asked, deeply curious.

"I have found two candidates that are still in contention. I could envision myself content as a wife to them."

"Who?" Aemond interjected. Viserys had forgotten he was still there.

"Hmm, I'm not sure I should say," Elaena said, considering. "Gossiping over my potential choices could lead to offense, or worse, my future suitors might try to tailor their answers to what they think I want to hear instead of being genuine."

"Yes, but I need to know they are worthy of your hand." Aemond rebutted.

Viserys clapped the boy's shoulder. "Maybe if you were an older brother, instead of a younger. Go run along now, I'd like to speak with my daughter further."

The boy stiffened, but bowed his head. "Your Grace." And then departed, walking at a fast clip back toward the Royal Apartments.

"I do want to tell you more, father, but let me speak to both you and mother together, as I'm sure she will also have questions. In the interim, how fares the city? Has the small council been keeping you busy?"

Viserys thought that made sense. Alicent had been anxious for Elaena's return. Alicent knew there was a schedule, but had brought up the idea of delaying Elaena's next departure. Viserys was sympathetic, he too had missed his daughter. But it would not do to make would-be suitors wait. Since Elaena was not travelling to every holding, some would have travelled a fair distance.

"They have been keeping me busy. Otto wishes the Waywardens to be expanded upon maritime routes as well."

Elaena's inquisitive eyes widened a bit. "That is interesting; what have you decided?"

"Most of my council agrees. Lyman had concerns regarding the cost. Tyland in particularly thought Otto's suggestion a grand one. It was good of him to suggest that the ones who most benefited from trade over the waters bear the brunt of the costs, since it would be their profits that go up. Tyland is typically quite the miser, but additional taxes on Lannisport trade to pay for ships and men to man the routes was something he found acceptable."

Elaena nodded. "Of course it wouldn't just be Lannisport that would pay this additional tax, it would be all ports, such as Driftmark, Dragonstone, White Harbor, and Gulltown."

"Yes, and it seems fair, but Lyman wanted to look at alternative funding methods."

"Hmm, preventing piracy on the seas would be beneficial for all, but losses from seaborne assaults are quite rare these days given the Velaryon fleet in the Stepstones. I'm sure there were some specific considerations the Lord Hand had that prompted this suggestion, I'm eager to speak with him after I discuss how my tour has gone with you and mother."

Viserys chuckled. His daughter was so earnest, dutiful, and curious. Even on the day she returned, she was looking for ways to help the family!

***

Helaena knew she was dreaming. She often did. Sometimes she knew she was dreaming while awake. And sometimes she was awake when she was dreaming. When she would wake, trying to remember what she saw was like trying to hold water in her hand while running. Possible, but she had to try to keep most of it. But what was lost? And was what was kept a true possibility?

She didn't know. What she did know is she dreamed of snow. She dreamed of the earth shaking. She dreamed of things… of creatures… with terrible blue eyes. Eyes that were filled with a malevolence that matched the eyes of her sister in the darkest of her dreams. She dreamed of dragons dying in the darkness. She dreamed of Dreamfyre crashing into the ceiling of the Dragon Pit to her death. The sight of broken chain fetters still strung across her body as the rocks buried her horrified Helaena. She dreamed, and dreamed, and remembered, and forgot.

Too loud. My own head is too loud!

The dawn had not yet come, but sleep would be impossible for her. Instead, she rose and lit a candle. She began to draw, to paint what she had seen. The blue eyes. They were terrifying. Around them was flesh, pale as milk. Why did those eyes terrify her so much?

She shook her head and put the canvas down. Her sister had arrived yesterday. Helaena loved Elaena, but also feared what she may become.

Can I trust what I see? Can I trust something that contradicts itself?

Helaena truly did not know what to think. Her sister had always been a sea of calm to swim in. Of all her siblings, she most enjoyed Elaena's presence. Elaena could be loud, but it was rare. She was like Dreamfyre in that sense. Dreamfyre could roar with the best of them, but she was typically quiet, even the joy of flying did not cause much ruckus.

It seemed Helaena was to marry Aegon. Aegon was loud. It wasn't his fault; some people were just louder than others. He tried to be quiet, but his every movement screamed out. Helaena would do what she could, but she could not see herself spending much time with just him.

Aemond was also loud, but predictably so. His sound almost never varied, always intense, always there, and despite the volume, she found it comforting.

Daenora had been noisy, but it was fading. Helaena found that sad, even if it meant being around her was less exhausting. It was too early to say how loud Uthor would be, and Helaena could not recall Daeron very much. She had not seen him in some time.

As was typical for Helaena, when the time came to eat her first meal, the servants brought it to her in her room. She enjoyed the oat porridge and bread, and was interrupted with a soft knock halfway through.

"Yes?"

"Sister, may I join you?"

Helaena gave her assent and Elaena walked in. They smiled at each other, but made no move to embrace, instead Elaena sat down across from her. The two began to talk, and Elaena asked how things were going with her and the rest of the family. She also displayed an interest in any new paintings and sketches.

"I did paint recently, but I do not like them. They depict something I wish to never see."

"May I see them?"

"Yes."

Helaena showed her the painting of the eyes.

"Fearsome indeed. If the depiction bothers you, I would take it off your hands."

Helaena shrugged, for she did not care one way or the other. It wasn't as if the painting being nearby would change anything.

"You may have it, of course."

"Thank you. Helaena, I'd like to see if you would be interested in an intellectual pursuit. I learned of a game called Cyvasse in my travels. I believe with your ability to visualize, you could do well."

Helaena listened to the explanation of the game. It wasn't something that appealed to her that much, but she always wished to stay on Elaena's good side. Her feelings about her sister were always convoluted. She cherished the quiet with her, but also feared the Elaena of her visions. Playing this game would give her more time with Elaena, and would appease her. Like Elaena taught, when you could strike two rats with one stone, you should do so.

"I would love to."

Elaena smiled and grew minutely louder. The game board and pieces would be arriving in a few days. Her sister had commissioned a set and it would be arriving by sea within the week. Soon it was time for Elaena to leave. She was going to go visit Aegon, but in the afternoon all of them would go flying. Helaena enjoyed being close to Dreamfyre, especially when flying. Feeling Dreamfyre beneath her, soaring through the clouds, would help her not think of her dragon's horrific demise. As if to deny that fate she flew Helaena higher and higher, higher than she had ever flown before.

Below her she saw Sunfyre and Vermithor. Even the mighty Bronze Fury seemed small from her height.

Viktoriya flew beside her. Elaena spoke loudly over the wind.

"Helaena, 'tis dangerous to ascend this high. You will take chill and have difficulty breathing."

Helaena noticed that too; she was growing faint. With a nod and a command she flew Dreamfyre back down to the altitude of her brothers.

That was what Elaena did. She looked after them. Always. It was always unimaginable to compare the Elaena she knew when awake to that of the one in her dreams. Sometimes she felt she was going mad trying to reconcile the two.

***

Rhaenyra was delighted to see her sister. She had chosen to meet with her privately at first. Afterwards they would feast together with the rest of the family. Daemon had chosen to stay on Driftmark, but Laena was visiting with the twins and Maegor.

"So, go on, have you picked anyone? Who was the handsomest?"

Elaena arched one of her perfect silver eyebrows, "Handsomest? That is in the eye of the beholder, of course, but not overmuch important. Looks can fade over time. I have instead focused on more important considerations."

"Gods preserve me! This is the man you intend to marry, surely, you've given thought to his appearance!"

"Appearances are important, a match who can not attire himself properly for meeting with a princess is wholly unsuited of course. There were some like that, but since I've dismissed them from consideration – I care not to speak of it."

Rhaenyra sighed. This was going to be far less fun than she had thought.

"Who has appealed to you then?"

"There are a few who have caught my eye. Will you content yourself with three names?"

"Yes, do go on. Is one of them Lord Roland Crayne? I've heard he is quite comely."

"No." Elaena's voice was short and firm.

"Not your type? No matter, who has caught your eye?"

"Ser Garland Grafton, Hamish Arryn, and Ser Medrick Manderly."

Rhaenyra closed her eyes briefly and tried to recall what she knew of those.

"Ser Medrick is a courtly knight, very much at odds with the typical behavior of the North. He'll be Lord of White Harbor one day. If you like the chilly climates, I could see advantages. It is a bit far from King's Landing for my liking. I've not heard of any poor aspect to his character, but then I hear little of the North from here. What is he like?"

"He knows his courtesies, is martially inclined, and has taken the courtship seriously. I am impressed by the gifts he chose for me."

"But?" Rhaenyra asked, for she could tell there was something lingering.

"He is rather a bore, someone who lacks an inquisitive nature about the world about him. Viktoriya is also not fond of the cold."

Rhaenyra nodded. "Our dragons do seek warmer environs. Ser Garland Grafton, he will be Lord of Gulltown, right? I've heard he's done passingly well in some tournaments."

"He is also eager, but Gulltown will be his to rule in name only. The Gilded Falcon is the one who controls trade. I found him only slightly more able a conversational partner than Ser Medrick, but I suspect that will be a common occurrence. There are also intrigues in the Vale that I am not sure I fully wish to deal with."

"You refer to those ghastly murders? The ones so close to where you were staying? Is the rumor from the city that they were part of some political ploy?"

Elaena hesitated before answering, something that Rhaenyra knew most people would not catch if they had not grown up around her.

"I could not say for certain."

Rhaenyra was curious, but she was more curious about the suitors than of Vale politics.

"What about this Hamish Arryn? I do not recall ever hearing that name."

"He is the nephew of the Gilded Falcon. Nominally his heir, though not for long, and that is the problem with him. He will inherit few lands."

"Then why is he on your list of potentials?"

Elaena's lips upturned ever so fractionally. "I like him. He has a quick wit, and has introduced to me a game called Cyvasse. Something I'd like to teach my nephews. Jace is the right age, but the others are a little young for it. It will teach them strategy and planning."

Rhaenyra's own smile was much wider. Finally! Her sister had fallen for someone after all. Gulltown was closer than White Harbor, so that suited her fine.

It would be quite a scandalous step down for a royal princess. Still, I could probably convince father to accept such a match.

"Tell me more about this Hamish. What color are his eyes?"

Elaena's eye twitched for a moment, and then with a sigh proceeded to describe the features of her potential husband. Rhaenyra was a bit confused; he didn't sound particularly striking to her. And a male noble who didn't wish to become a knight?

Is he a coward? Does have some ailment?

Rhaenyra wanted her sister to be happy. But clearly, she was seeing this boy with her heart's eyes. Perhaps she should visit Hamish herself and see what the fuss was about.

"Rhaenyra, now that you've had your fill… I wanted to ask if you or Lord Corlys knew about the recent proposal on the small council regarding expanding the Waywardens to the shipping routes?"

She blinked. "No, I haven't heard of anything of the sort."

"Nor then the proposed increase in taxes to pay for it?"

Rhaenyra frowned. "No… it would seem odd. Didn't father reduce the level of taxation a few years ago? The nobility will be unhappy with it being raised again; it would have better not to do it at all if this would be the result."

Elaena looked at her closely. "Who do you have in King's Landing to represent the interests of Dragonstone and Driftmark?"

Rhaenyra blinked. "Well, father does of course!"

"That seems insufficient. As the heir to the Seven Kingdoms, it would be wise for you, or someone who represents you, to speak on your behalf in King's Landing. It need not be a formal position on the small council, but someone."

Rhaenyra chewed her lip. Alicent's father as the Hand could cause many problems. She supposed that he was moving slowly after regaining power, lest he offend and be removed again, but now he would start acting on behalf of his daughter and grandchildren.

"I will think on it, but I have no desire to live in King's Landing again near that whore."

"Do not call my mother that."

"She's not your mother!" Rhaenyra raised her voice in anger.

"Not by blood, but by custom, and tradition. She married my father while I was very young. Mother has also been a dutiful wife to our father. Do not demean yourself by uttering denigrating statements that are not the truth."

Rhaenyra glared at her sister. "If that is how you feel, sister, then for the love I hold for you, I shall try to curb my tongue when it comes to Alicent while you are here."

"Thank you. I am eager to see my nephews, and my good-brother. It will be a delight to fly with everyone again."

Rhaenyra slowly let her irritation fade. Alicent was in King's Landing and saw Elaena daily. That sort of closeness was bound to lead to some care for each other.

It may indeed be good for Elaena not to be around King's Landing. I had hoped she would be close so she could continue her visits to Dragonstone. But getting away from the viper that is Alicent is of more importance.

***

For Forrest Frey, life had become tumultuous in recent years. His older brother had fallen from his horse and died, making Forrest the new heir to the Crossing. This had created a new urgency in finding a wife for himself, as his father was growing quite frail and feeble in his dotage. Lord Vypren had pushed forward his daughter and was offering a more than generous dowry. All that was put on hold when the announcement came that Princess Elaena was going on a tour to meet with potential suitors.

Men mocked Forrest in their cups and called him the "The Fool Frey" for his boldness in asking the hand of the King's eldest daughter, while only being a second son. He cared not for their mockery; he had seen the beauty of Princess Rhaenyra and had been smitten. He would have cursed himself as a true fool for the rest of his life for not making the attempt.

The Gods had given him a second chance. The stars were aligning perfectly for him. He grieved for his brother, but Forrest saw the opportunity it now brought him. He would be the next Lord of the Crossing. He was one of the most powerful nobles of the Riverlands, a skilled knight, and willing to do what whatever it took to win this match.

There were two other suitors for her hand at the Twins, but they were not seriously in contention. When the time came for Elaena to arrive, much of the castle came out to witness her majestic dragon land. Pleasantries were exchanged and Forrest finally had the opportunity to speak with her.

"Princess Elaena, how was your flight?"

"Wonderful, as always. Viktoriya is by far my preferred means of travel."

"Certainly the fastest!" Forrest replied with cheer in his voice.

The two felt each other out as they engaged in small talk. It was clear to the Frey heir that Elaena possessed an eloquent command of language, and that her tongue was perhaps even more silver than her radiant hair. She could easily have taken charge of the conversation, even outside of her status, but she instead asked questions to observe how he responded.

Forrest was never one for half-measures. He took Elaena's hand and held it up.

"I have seen enough, Your Grace. You are the one I wish to wed. Tell me what I must do to make it so."

Elaena titled her head in response, "You are bold, I will grant you that." She made no move to withdraw her hand. "I have many suitors to see, what exactly are you offering?"

"Why do you speak as if this is a negotiation? I want to be your husband. I am willing to do what it takes. There is no need for coy behavior as if we were bartering a toll. Tell me what you need of me, and I will accept."

Elaena pulled back her hand. "I do not know you, ser. The purpose of my visit is to get to know you, and then make the comparisons with the others who would seek my hand. Tell me, why this match? Why do you desire to wed a Targaryen Princess?"

Forrest smiled. "Am I that obvious? 'Tis true, even if you were plain looking and simple-minded, I would have sought your hand. But you are neither. You are grace personified, fair as the first light of dawn, and clearly are anything but simple. As to why? Dragons. I have always been fascinated with them. They are amazing creatures. Ever since I was a boy, they have held me under a spell."

"They are grand." Elaena agreed. "There is an appeal to your directness, so I will answer in kind. I do not wish to be in the birthing bed more than twice. The act of procreation is not one I believe will bring me joy, and as such once I have birthed two children, we would not lie again together as man and woman."

Forrest's brow wrinkled.

A harsh stipulation, for I spoke truly, her Targaryen features and blue eyes are striking and lovely.

"I cannot pretend to be happy with such a condition, but it is one I could abide by. I have many cousins and nephews if we only had daughters."

"And if I wished a daughter to inherit?"

Forrest shifted with uncertainty. This sounded close to court politics regarding the King's heir. Elaena was said to be close to both factions, if he answered wrong, he worried it would doom his chances.

"It creates difficulties, but should said daughter have a dragon, I doubt any of my kin would attempt to object."

Elaena let out a short laugh.

"You are an unexpected delight, Ser Forrest. You certainly have my attention, come, let us speak more of the Twins, and your lands. Convince me of what you have to offer and why I should make this my home in comparison to one of the major cities of Westeros."

Forrest regaled her with tales of the Riverlands. He spoke on the importance of the Green Fork of the Trident, and the vast region that was under Frey sway.

"We are wealthier than our overlords, and can field more men. House Frey is the best match you can find in the Riverlands, for certain. While we have no great city, many travelers use the only crossing for leagues in all directions. You will have singers, dancers, and storytellers to your heart's content."

Forrest watched Elaena as he spoke, she kept a courtly mien and gave little way, but he could tell the areas of interest that he spoke of in the sharpening of her eyes. Talk of the crossing and wealth seemed to appeal to her. Rumor had it that when she was younger, the King allowed her to name the Dragon Bank. She wore few pieces of jewelry, yet she cared of wealth. Truly, she was a fascinating mystery to Forrest.

In the following days Forrest dined with her, rode with her, and even had the opportunity to touch the scales of Viktoriya. That had been a wonderous experience. He thought he had made a solid impression on the princess, but she had demurred in making a decision, only saying that she would honor her prior word to give each suitor an opportunity. Forrest could only pray to the Gods that he would be the one chosen.

Failninjaninja · Sunday at 7:43 PM

Thank you to @MARch_Of_Time for the proofreading assistance!

Chapter 21

"I'll lap up muddy water if that's what it takes to survive. Life is a battle in and of itself." - From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 1

Kermit Tully knew one day he would get married; he was the son of Elmo Tully, who was the heir to Riverrun and one day future Paramount Lord of the Riverlands. But that wouldn't be for years. All this fuss over him being 'presentable' as a potential match made the eight-year-old boy weary. He wanted to go play, not sit and talk with some flowery princess.

Let Amos Bracken have her.

He couldn't tell his father, or his even more fearsome grandfather, Grover Tully, that. So he allowed himself to be fussed over by the servants who made sure his tunic and breeches were all fresh, clean, and neat looking.

After meeting the princess he would be expected to sit by her for the whole feast and "keep her entertained." That would be a tall order; everyone knew girls like boring things like dancing, jewelry, and flowers. It wasn't fair that he had to go first before the other suitors. Ser Stanton Piper was closer in age to the princess and already a knight; let him be bored! On the bright side, he would soon get to see a dragon.

He would have preferred to see the deadly Seasmoke, but a dragon was a dragon. Elaena's sister was married to the Dark Storm, maybe he could convince her to tell him some stories? That at least wouldn't be boring.

They had lined themselves up outside of Riverrun for the arrival. The princess was prompt, which Kermit was glad of. It was boring standing around and doing nothing fun that would dirty his clothing. The dragon was incredible! Viktoriya was her name, and his father had said the dragon was a smaller version of Silverwing, and even looked a bit like Seasmoke.

Bread, wine, and salt were provided to the Targaryen princess, and then Kermit found himself being introduced. He recalled the words he had been drilled on.

"Be welcome to Riverrun, Princess Elaena. I will be your escort and guide for the first two days of your visit. I will ensure you come to no harm, and hope that you see me as your future husband and guardian."

She smiled at him. "I am in your care, my lord."

Elaena looked nice, and she wasn't even wearing a dress, so that already made him like her more. The people around them gave them privacy as they strolled back to the castle. He had been advised on what to speak of, but it just seemed awkward to say such things to a princess. He felt like he had a frog in his throat when he tried to speak the words his family had suggested. Instead he chose to ask what he really wanted to know.

"You don't live very far from Driftmark, right?"

"No, it is just a short flight on dragonback from King's Landing. I visit often. Why do you ask?"

"Does Laenor Velaryon ever tell you stories of his battles?"

Elaena's lips curled into a smile. "My good-brother does not speak of his battles often, but we have talked more than once about them. What would you like to know?"

Kermit broke into a smile. He had been hoping that was the case. "How did he defeat both the Dornish and pirate fleets? They say he did alone what he and Prince Daemon couldn't do together years earlier. Did Seasmoke get bigger? Did he use some new strategy?"

"Good questions! Kermit, with your concerns on the tactics of warfare, you may want to learn a game popular in Essos called Cyvasse. More on that later, first let me address your question. My good-brother had learned how to avoid scorpion bolts and use the cover of darkness to his advantage. A scorpion is limited in the angle it can fire bolts. Laenor knew the arithmetic involved to avoid being in their line of fire. The rest, he left to Seasmoke to burn and move on."

"You mean sums and boring Maester lessons matter in battle?"

"Indeed they do! Laenor makes certain his sons are well versed in those concepts. They are all dragonriders themselves, so it may come in handy again in the future."

Kermit continued chattering away and concluded that Elaena was not so uninteresting. It would be nice to one day talk to the Dark Storm himself, but this was a close second. After they made it to the castle, they parted ways for a time to prepare for the welcoming feast.

Elaena reappeared, and looked more girlish than she had before. Gone were the riding leathers, replaced with a blue dress and a necklace of red gemstones. Elaena was seated right next to him. Where at first, he had been grateful that his father Elmo would be across from him and Elaena, now he wished he was more secluded with the princess. She had fascinating stories and had just started telling him about a game that was pretend-war.

"And how has my son been treating you, Princess Elaena?"

"He has been a wonderful companion. However, as I wrote to your father earlier, his youth creates some problems."

"Oh I am well aware, and we do not intend to waste your time, but it provides time for us to discuss some concerns."

"Concerns?"

Much of the conversation went over his head. Instead, Kermit focused on minding his manners and using his eating utensils like the Maester had taught him. They were talking about the Freys and then the Dragon Bank. When he heard the word dragon, he had perked up, but then when he realized it was copper counting, his attention wandered.

As the night began to close Kermit gave a yawn.

"The conversation has been most productive, Ser Elmo. Before I leave, I will draw up the necessary figures for your father and your Maester to review. I believe the terms will be viewed as fair and mutually beneficial. I thank you for the warning about Bracken, but rest assured it will be no issue."

Kermit wasn't sure what that was all about, but it was time for bed. He knew he would be dreaming of dragons and battle. The day had turned out rather fun!

***

Otto Hightower disliked facing setbacks. The Velaryon power was in ascendence, and it needed to be curbed. Rather than facing financial ruin and disgraceful defeat, they had won the Stepstones and cowed their enemies. He had thought without their disturbingly able conspirator, Elaena, there had been an opportunity to push forward financial countermeasures against that troublesome house, but those had been thwarted.

If Daemon thought that I would move slower, he has learned better now.

No sooner than the marriage tour for Elaena began had Otto pushed forward with his agenda. Obtaining the backing of the rest of the council, save for Beesbury, before pushing it upon Viserys had very nearly allowed his scheme to come to fruition. Unfortunately, Elaena, and now Rhaenys had convinced Viserys that it would not be wise.

"How are you faring with the pregnancy, Alicent?" The two were eating a meal together in the privacy of his office.

"Well enough, it is exhausting as always, but the Grand Maester believes the babe to be healthy, and me as well."

"Good. Daenora is reaching the age where she can claim a dragon soon. As soon as she is able to attempt such a thing, she should try to bond with Silverwing."

Alicent frowned. "She is only six, father. I would like to wait a couple of years."

"And risk Daemon bringing his daughter to the Dragon Pit and claiming her? See that she is ready sooner than late."

"Yes, father."

Alicent was dutiful, if simple. She had to be prodded and reminded at times, but at least she was obedient.

If only all my children shared that trait.

"In the past you have insisted that Elaena is neutral in this game of thrones between you and Rhaenyra. Have you noticed that almost as soon as Elaena leaves King's Landing, the Blacks send someone to see to their interests?"

His daughter blinked in surprise. "Surely that is a coincidence. Elaena does not involve herself with these sorts of intrigues. You tell me she discusses political matters with you, but you know how she is with the bank. It is her little project. Other women collect jewelry, or commission gardens to be maintained with unique flora…"

Otto sighed, interrupting Alicent. "You try my patience. It is painfully obvious she is the reason my efforts to diminish our enemies have yielded little fruit of late. The only reason I am not even more vexed with you, is that I too underestimated her at first. She is not just a pawn, but a player. I suspect her intellect places her on what effectively is the Blacks' small council."

Alicent shook her head in negation to this obvious truth.

"You are wrong father; you are jumping at shadows."

"She is not even of your blood! This willful blindness of yours will damn us." He angrily stood up.

At his words, his daughter's countenance shuttered, and she looked at him as if he had thrust a knife betwixt her ribs. Alicent opened her mouth to object, but Otto interrupted her.

"I've no more time to try to convince you of the obvious. Stew in your ignorant delusions, daughter, it ultimately matters not."

Just after leaving his distraught daughter, Otto sent a servant with a missive to Rhaenys. It was time to see what he could glean from his opponent. He had spoken truthfully to his daughter, Elaena was sharp, and discerning. There was no way she could be communicating back and forth with Dragonstone or Driftmark with the promptness of their negotiations. She was sure of herself, which meant that Daemon and Rhaenyra had given her substantial autonomy and trust.

Several hours later he found himself across from Rhaenys. The fierce woman was still beautiful, despite her age. Her lilac eyes met his and there was a steadiness to her gaze that was quite unlike the King's.

"My Lord Hand." She gave the shallowest of nods as she spoke.

"Lady Rhaenys, thank you for accepting my invitation. How is your family? Seven grandchildren, all are hale and healthy I hope?"

"Yes," she said crisply, "they are quite well. All seven of them."

Otto wondered at that. He also wondered what she thought of Daemon naming his deformed child Maegor. But he didn't ask.

"I was curious, how long do you intend to stay in King's Landing? I know how important your family is to you, and being apart can create much sorrow."

Her eyes widened a fraction. "You dare make threats?"

Otto shook his head hastily. "You wound me; I would not do such a thing. I meant a sorrow of the heart, on missing the moments with your loved ones."

Rhaenys exhaled. "Forgive me, but after your latest attempt at causing harm to my house, I leap to the worst possible interpretation. For that, you have only yourself to blame. My cousin thinks you meant well, but it was clear that you sought to harm the finances of House Velaryon. It will not soon be forgotten."

"In the end, nothing came of it. We each have our objectives, but there is no reason we cannot be cordial in our opposition. Your predecessor and I managed to be civil."

"Your recollection of the past differs from others."

Otto frowned.

What an odd way of phrasing that.

"No matter. In a month's time we will be reviewing the budget and seeing how much of a surplus we have. I believe our prior agreement still suits both of our needs."

Rhaenys looked at him, her eyes calculating. "Put it in writing, my Lord Hand, and I will review the details."

"When we have the exact numbers, we will review them. Much of the excess may be used for the royal wedding next year. Our King wishes it to be a grand event."

Rhaenys nodded. "Viserys dotes on his daughter; it is to be expected."

Otto gave her a thin smile.

You remind me of my disadvantage, what is it that you hope to gain. It wouldn't have been brought up for nothing.

"I suppose you have something to bring before King and council soon?"

Rhaenys took a swallow of wine from her cup. "Very good, Hightower, very good. I'm sure you already know the details, but Daemon is insistent on incorporating the Stepstones into the Seven Kingdoms as a Kingdom, much like the Iron Islands. He would swear fealty to the crown, and he and all his descendants would rule the Stepstones. Two small islands have been set aside for Vaemond and his heirs to serve as vassals to Daemon."

This was not news he had known. The idea of the Stepstones being given equal weight as the Iron Islands was rather daring. The Stepstones had more trade pass through their waters, but the Iron Islands had significantly larger islands and a much larger population.

"Daemon has pride enough for three men."

Rhaenys smiled for the first time since entering the room. "On that we agree! It was my son who won the final victory, but of course his children will inherit the Iron Throne and Driftmark, which satisfies both my husband and I. This does give our Laena's children a place of their own. Despite my frustrations with my daughter's husband, he has our backing."

Of course he does. Whatever squabbles the Blacks have amongst yourselves, you always act in concert with each other when time comes for the doing.

Otto wished he had as many capable people as his opposition had. Tyland Lannister and Larys Strong were the only two reliable minds he could count upon. His older brother was a cretin, and Otto's own sons were proving difficult to manage. Meanwhile Daemon and Rhaenyra had a slew of capable individuals.

Corlys, Rhaenys, Elaena, the damnable Dark Storm, and so many others could be counted on as incredible warriors, leaders, and politicians. Otto had his work cut out for him, it would take all his savvy and intelligence to win the inevitable open warfare once Viserys died.

"There was much to object to, what are you offering for me not objecting?" Otto asked.

"Offer? What do you think this is?"

Otto frowned again.

"I see, so things have changed. I will remind you that Viserys cares for his wife, he cares for my friendship, and he heeds the counsel provided by his council. Do not think you have as much leverage as you think you do."

They parted ways, and Otto wondered about what the Blacks were trying to do. Why allow for more than two years of negotiated agreements with their representative in Elaena, and now they choose to appeal to Viserys directly? Otto was troubled, but they had erred by choosing to die on the hill of Daemon's pride. That, at least, would be an easy move to counter with Viserys.

***

Kevan Lefford and his father did not always see the world in the same way. Humfrey Lefford was a very traditional sort of noble. He liked the world as it was, and did not like changes to it. The forced changes in tax bookkeeping annoyed him more really on principle. The loss of some gold was overall rather minor compared to the vastness of their coffers.

Golden Tooth had been aptly named, for gold had been aplenty in the mountain mines for hundreds of years, gold wheat filled the fields, and wide valleys of their lands, and gold was the sunny weather of its pleasant climate. Kevan knew that was not the only source of their wealth. Trade along the River Road flowed between the Westerlands and the Riverlands through the Tooth. This had made their house fantastically wealthy, only second to House Lannister in the Westerlands. Outside of the Westerlands, they were only surpassed by the houses of Targaryen, Hightower, Velaryon, and Redwyne. His father took some pride in the wealth of his house outstripping the Tyrells, Tullys, Starks, Baratheons, and Arryns. Though with the Tyrells it was a near thing.

His father also disliked the Dragon Bank. The Targaryens already had dragons, why did they need to intrude on financial matters as well? Or at least that what was his father, regularly, said during dinner. House Lefford had followed their overlord's lead, and had nothing to do with the bank.

Which was a mistake.

That very sentiment was what he was explaining to Princess Elaena Targaryen.

"Your Grace, what I have struggled to get my father to understand, is that the best way to resolve a conflict is to end it in such a way that your once opposition, is instead your new ally."

Elaena's vibrant blue eyes seemed to sparkle. "Do I not destroy my enemies when I make them my friends?"

Kevan's smile was not the fake smile of court; no, it was genuine.

"That… that is perfect! That is what I try to make him understand. We should not oppose the Dragon Bank; we should embrace it and make sure we have sway with it. We have no need for loans for ourselves, but we could provide investment coin and have it lent out. Lefford could ingratiate itself with Beesbury and his men, and even help steer a course for it that benefits us."

Elaena studied him. "And your father, he was not convinced?"

Kevan spread his heads, "I am only an heir at this point. I could convince him if it wasn't for House Lannister. They make it clear none in the Westerlands should have any dealings with the Dragon Bank."

"I wish your father no ill will, but I do look forward to the day your house can join in the business dealings. My own father is quite proud of his mark on the Targaryen dynasty."

Kevan quirked an eyebrow at the guest in his home. He had seen her fly in on a dragon. Seen her accept the welcome rights from his surly father, having done so with poise and grace. She did not seem the type to allow small obstacles to prevent her from getting what she wanted.

Kevan liked that. That feeling about her. So he followed his intuition.

"Giving up so soon?"

Elaena narrowed her eyes dangerously, and the room suddenly felt still. "Speak plainly."

"If you chose me as your match, that changes the dynamics." Kevan explained.

Elaena's gaze softened, and the strange pressure that had built up in the room dissipated completely. Kevan adjusted his collar to ease the sudden cold sweat accompanying his quickened heartbeats.

"Ah, I see now. Well, as to that, I have promised to give each suitor a meeting. To be clear here, you are saying that if I chose you, your father would be convinced to open relations with the Dragon Bank, despite his overlord's resistance?"

"Yes. We owe the Lannisters our allegiance, but we are not their slaves. We can do business with whom we like. What can they do? Rouse their armies against us? A rather large hue and cry will occur throughout the Westerlands, to say nothing of what King Viserys will do when the daughter he calls "The Realm's Blessing" is put in danger."

Elaena was nodding.

"This is well thought out, Kevan. You intrigue me, and I have some questions on what you would expect and would tolerate as my spouse."

From there Elaena dug into him like a confessor. He answered truthfully, for lying to the sharp-eyed princess seemed foolish. No – he would not like not having his marital rights, but yes, he would respect her limitations. No, he did not mind only two children. No, he did not see an issue with a daughter inheriting.

"Though I would insist that if I have a daughter inherit, it would be expected her children take on the Lefford name, and not their father's."

Kevan wondered if the princess knew just how much her hand was worth. A dragon is a formidable piece on the board. Even without the dragon, his father's spies said that Elaena was the apple of the King's eye. The succession was muddy, but what was known was that Aegon and Rhaenyra both viewed Elaena with favor. Whoever married her would have immense political power.

More questions were asked; she was quite curious about what the Westerlands had to offer. Thankfully, he had ready answers. Many lords dismissed 'counting coppers' as beneath them, but those who thought that way were fools. Wealth, and its proper use, was how dynasties were created.

It delighted him that she would ask additional questions that built upon his answers. Her understanding of the economics of trade was impressive, as was her clear intellect. Even so, after she was done with the questioning, he felt like a dried-out rug. She was his junior by four years, but her knowledge of such matters was clearly superior to his. Unlike many of his peerage, he did not mind being outclassed. It boded well for the potential of their, hopefully, future children.

"This has been a delightful evening, Kevan. What do you have planned for us on the morrow?"

"Not knowing your tastes, I had nothing planned. There are a variety of activities we can do. We can go riding, we can stroll through the nearby town's markets, you can watch me spar with the men, you can get to know the ladies in the area, or something completely different. You tell me what you wish to do and what you wish to experience to help make your decision, and I will see to it."

Kevan knew he was not the epitome of a maiden's fancy, but he took care to stay fit and healthy. His ash-blonde hair was not the coloring most appealing, nor was his height particularly impressive. However, Elaena's smile gave him conviction that he had said the right things. He hoped it would be enough, and he hoped his father would be reasonable if Elaena did choose him.

***

Ser Arron Vikary was not fond of what was being done in Casterly Rock, nor his role in the entire affair. The Princess Elaena had arrived in Lannisport, only to learn that she would be hosted in Casterly Rock instead of the city. The accommodations weren't important, but it was all part of a pettiness that Lord Jason Lannister had commanded.

Arron thought it had to do with a grudge Jason had with Princess Rhaenyra. Lannisters were used to getting what they wanted, and he wanted a Targaryen bride. Upon his rejection, his displeasure had been made plain, and those who regularly interacted with the wealthy lord said that he oft jested that he was lucky not to have been chosen, given Rhaenyra's extramarital relations.

Rumors of course, easily denied as slander, for Jason Lannister would never be so uncouth as to speak such thoughts aloud.

Arron thought this sarcastically. If ever called upon it, they would claim it lies, but all in the Westerlands knew of the grudge Jason held. It was one of the reasons why the region had been forbidden from taking part in the Dragon Bank. Even Arron, the heir to a knightly house that had less wealth than many merchants, knew of it.

It began with the formal greeting. Instead of suitors from Banefort, Westerling, and the Lannisport Lannisters, Jason had told the princess that they were delayed unexpectedly, and that they begged her patience. Meanwhile, there were other suitors who had come to press their case.

There was Ser Rolph Yew, an aging knight in his late 70s who wore perfumes to hide a stench. Lord Simon Lantell, who had recently been widowed was a man of short stature but likely the widest man in the Westerlands. Then there was Gylbert Clifton, the second son of another knightly house who was still a boy of five. Ser Arron Vikary knew he was far and away the best of this paltry lot, and knew that he was also utterly unworthy of royal match. He was a decent knight in tournaments, often reaching the later rounds, of an appropriate age, and the ladies liked his features.

To her credit, Elaena did not take visible offense, and instead thanked Lord Lannister for being such a gracious host. She expressed hope that she would get to know and meet each of the surprise suitors in the time allotted.

A welcoming feast and a dance were on the agenda for the evening. Ser Arron watched as Ser Rolph awkwardly danced on the floor with the princess. The other dancers shied away, as the smell coming from him was more poorly masked than typical. The princess did not let it bother her, but he regularly got the moves wrong, and soon a few ladies were snickering within ear shot.

Time to play the dashing hero.

Arron cut in and, "Ser, you look a bit parched, have some wine and allow me to finish the dance with the princess."

Rolph grumbled but relented, as he had been told to do.

"Forgive me for not interjecting sooner."

"You are already proving a better dance partner; thank you, ser."

They danced for a time, and Arron gave her sweet words and polite compliments. When the dancing came to a pause, Elaena sat back down and continued the meal. A serving maid proved 'clumsy' and multiple cups of wine spilled over the princess. Her hair and dress were soaked and Jason loudly apologized for the servant's incompetence.

"Your Grace, if you would like I can have her birched, or even whipped if that is your desire."

Elaena, still dripping with wine, shook her head.

"No need, my Lord Lannister, mistakes can be made by any one of us. But if you will excuse me, I believe I will take my rest for the evening."

Arron knew that she would be given fine quarters, ones next to the feasting hall. And within the feasting hall there would be loud drumming, and music throughout the night. Arron wondered if Jason's little scheme would even reach fruition. More than likely, the princess would leave in a huff. Maybe that would be for the best. Gold was gold, but Targaryens could be vengeful.

The next day, Princess Elaena seemed no worse for wear. Perhaps she had the gift of being able to sleep even in loud environs. It was early for the breaking of the fast, but Casterly Rock worked upon Jason's will. Today was marked with little Gylbert spending the morning with the princess. After which it was Lord Simon's turn.

At the evenings feast, both Simon and Elaena excused themselves early. That night a Maester was summoned and declared that they both had 'indulged overmuch on rich foods' but both were in fine health, but for some discomfort over the next couple of days.

The third day was his 'turn' but Elaena demurred. At the feast, Arron claimed loudly afterwards that Elaena had agreed to him on the morrow, and that his chances for a match were quite positive. The seating for the fourth day of feasting would have him next to her.

She came in, once more looking radiant and without blemish. No one would suspect she'd had sleepless nights and been fed substances that would leave grown men in a privy for hours.

Must be something that royalty learns in their youth.

More sweet words were spoken, and he offered to feed her choice cuts from his plate.

"You are being a bit too forward, ser." Elaena rebuked with a soft voice that did not reach anyone else's ears.

"My apologies, princess. I only wished for you to enjoy yourself after your brief illness."

Elaena's eyes glittered as she scanned the room.

"'Tis interesting who is here today. There are more nobles, including some from the Reach, and even a pair of merchants from Essos."

More witnesses.

"I am curious, what the goal intended here was. Was I to be matched with the worst possible suitors, so that you could look better in comparison? With the idea that even dull bronze can look like gold when served next to a steaming pile of manure?"

Arron recoiled, and looked around to make sure no one could overhear.

"Princess?"

"That didn't make much sense to me. You are heir to a house with little holdings. There were more handsome men on my journeys. There were more accomplished knights. No, even if I wanted to wed you, my family would be greatly opposed. Did you think that I would give my maidenhead so easily? That would put you in grave danger, so that wasn't it either."

"Your Grace…"

"I can only deduce by the chain of events, that you and Jason Lannister sought to keep me off balanced and unsure of myself. Staining a favored dress, having me endure the stench of a rotting noble, and feeding me purgatives, were all part of your little scheme. But to what end?"

She paused for breath, and Arron could only sit in silence; trying to think through the implications.

"You most like intended to loudly humiliate me and refuse me here, in front of additional eyes, that you as a knight could not lay with me prior to marriage. Many would see the other suitors, perhaps even see a level of closeness that you just tried to begin, and believe me a silly girl who got caught up in her desires. You, the noble knight, fearing for what people would say, loudly refuse me. I would be left humiliated, and you viewed with virtue."

"I would never…" Arron began to lie. How had she learned of it?

"Of course, such reputational gains are feeble things. And hardly worth the potential ire of the King. You could always later apologize and say you misunderstood what was being said. Everyone would assume you did so out of fear, and with your public statement made, no vengeance would fall upon you. But my reputation would still be damaged. How does that benefit you? Clearly you are being paid in some manner. Is it a marriage match above your station? Or is it something as pathetic as gold?"

Arron began to redden. She was right on all accounts. He could only assume that the Lannister lord's household had been compromised by the Master of Whisperers' ears. Perhaps the plan could still work, just because she knew it was coming doesn't mean she could do anything to stop it. He was angry at her dismissive words.

He stood up and opened his mouth. Her hand moved as swift as an arrow, and struck him across the face.

"SER! If you ever lay a hand upon my person again, I'll have it removed." She spoke in a raised voice, that all could hear.

"What's this?" Jason Lannister stood up. "What has happened?"

"Ser Arron Vikary placed his hands upon me in a place no man, save for a husband or Maester, should grasp. I am the Princess Elaena Targaryen of House Targaryen. Daughter of King Viserys Targaryen, First of his Name, not some wench in a brothel!"

Arron now grew fearful. By striking first, she had undermined what he had been about to do.

Lord Simon Lantell attempted to defend him.

"Your Grace, I have known Ser Arron for some time, that is not the type of behavior he would engage in."

Elaena pinned the fat oaf with a stare.

"Perhaps you are right, perhaps it was accident." Her gaze shifted back to Arron. "If so, he can apologize to me this instant, and I can retire to my rooms." Those blue eyes were chips of ice as they bore into his. Arron felt a surge of restless energy fill his veins, like what he felt right before an important joust. The urge to get away from the situation was overwhelming. If he continued to deny that it happened, he knew the princess would declare him a liar, and should she wish to pursue it, she could even take it to the King's Justice.

"Your Grace, please forgive me. I… I am a bit in my cups and meant only to garner your attention, never that. I am a knight anointed by the Seven, I would never seek to do such a thing, forgive me for my clumsiness, I will trouble you no further."

Elaena gave a nod. "You are forgiven, but I believe my time here has been clouded by this. Lord Jason, if we could confer in private, before I retire, I intend to make my departure sooner than planned."

Jason was frowning, but could not object. Arron watched as the two left the feast. He had not thought this would happen. He had not thought Elaena would learn of the plan, or be so ruthless as falsely accuse of him of impropriety. His hands were shaking, he realized now that he had been blinded by his greed.

Hours later, he was summoned to Lord Lannister's solar.

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

"My lord, she knew! You must seek out who betrayed you, the Master of Whisperers' reach is long and…"

"You ignorant lout, do not speak to me of the Master of Whisperers as if my brother did not speak with him regularly! Now, I need to know exactly what she said to you."

Arron repeated as best as he could remember what Elaena had spoken to him in barely above a whisper during the feast.

Jason's face grew paler.

"She suspects we poisoned her food with purgatives? She made no mention of it just now. I had thought that with her dining companion also suffering, she would not suspect. No matter, nothing can be proven, and it would be best to take no chances that this could be corroborated. Guards!"

Several guards came in. Arron looked at them warily.

"My Lord, please, I only did as…"

With a signal from Jason's hand, the guards drew their blades and Arron felt cold steel enter warm flesh.

Failninjaninja · Sunday at 7:43 PM

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Chapter 22

"That said, you can't wish the world into being a certain way. Ever since I got mixed up in combat in Norden, I seem to have a connection to war." - From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 7

Viserys was eager for the day. Some of his most favored were returning to King's Landing. It was only marred by Rhaenyra's choice to stay on Dragonstone. Viserys knew it was no slight against him, or even Daemon, who was being honored. Rhaenys had told him that Rhaenyra had chosen to stay away out of concern for Alicent. With her being so far along in her pregnancy, it would not do to put undue stress on the Queen.

It would be better if they could just be friends again, but women can be stubborn. Not that they have a monopoly on such things. My good friend Otto gives wise counsel in all things, save for Daemon.

His Hand had been incensed at the idea of Daemon being raised to Lord Paramount status over such a small area of land. The poor man had been shocked when Viserys refused to be moved on the issue. In truth, Otto was right, but the Stepstones was a vital lane of trade, so it could be justified. And most importantly he wanted to honor his brother. Time had healed the wounds that Daemon's past behavior had caused, and he was now a father thrice over. Best that they remain on excellent terms.

As much as he looked forward to seeing Daemon, he was just as eager, if not moreso, to see Elaena again and hear how her travels had gone. Once she had chosen, Viserys intended to give the man a position of responsibility in King's Landing. He did not wish to be parted from his daughter. He knew eventually she would live in her husband's domain, but there was no reason that couldn't be put off for some time!

As he was about to make his way to the Dragon Pit to greet whoever arrived first, Otto reached him before he exited the Red Keep.

"Your Grace, I wanted to share some news from the Westerlands. Jason Lannister has sent a formal apology for the events that took place in Casterly Rock."

"Apology?" Viserys frowned. "What happened?"

"He writes that it was a truly tragic series of misfortunate events. Some of the would-be suitors backed off as they believed they had little chance. Fearing that Princess Elaena's time would be wasted and viewed as an insult, other, perhaps less suitable suitors were invited. One of which ended up making a boor of himself, and has gone into exile in Essos for his behavior. Additionally, both Elaena and Lord Lantell seemed to have eaten some food that disagreed with them. All said, he sends his apologies, and as recompense for being such a poor host, he would like to donate 5,000 gold dragons toward the wedding celebrations."

Viserys frowned. Such a rich gift was not a large outlay for the Lannisters, but would beggar many lesser houses. Lannisters did have their pride, it could either be that any slight rumor of them being poor hosts was enough for such a bold response, or they truly had been wretched hosts and feared what his daughter would say to him about the event.

"I will speak to Elaena first, and then have a response composed."

"Your Grace." Otto inclined his head, and departed.

When Viserys arrived at the Dragon Pit, several of his children were already there: Aegon, Aemond, and Daenora.

"Ah, so you heard the news of Elaena's return as well."

"Yes, father," Aegon replied. "We are eager to see our sister."

Aemond simply nodded his head; the boy had been a bit taciturn of late. Daenora who was five or six, Viserys couldn't always recall all their ages, not with the heavy burden of keeping the kingdom running, was humming happily and didn't speak.

"I am surprised Helaena isn't here then." Viserys commented.

Ser Harrold spoke and stated, "Your Grace, Helaena is unwell. Night terrors have assailed her of late."

Viserys frowned. "Why wasn't I told?"

"Forgive me, Your Grace, but I thought you already knew, most like others thought the same." Ser Harrold replied.

Viserys let the subject drop and asked his sons how their arms training was going. Both Aegon and Aemond responded positively, saying that Ser Criston felt they were progressing well.

"Good, good. You, Aegon, will be a knight soon. No doubt you are eager for your first tournament."

Aegon had a rigid look to his face. "I will be ready."

Aemond smirked, and Aegon scowled. Viserys laughed.

"Ah you two remind me of me and Daemon when we were young. Always butting heads. Hopefully you'll outgrow it sooner than we did! I'm not sure if anyone has told you, but I'll be making Prince Daemon a Paramount Lord, over the Stepstones."

"We know," Aemond replied. "The total amount of land there is limited, but that just means the Stepstone Targaryens can expand. Conquer a Free City or two, or simply Dorne."

Viserys blinked rapidly. "What? The purpose isn't to encourage war, what has the Grand Maester been teaching you? By the Gods, the man is really losing it in his dotage."

Aemond's lips grew taut. "I don't know your purpose, but we have dragons and they do not. It is only right that all of Westeros live under our house's rule. Dorne at least must fall to us, the Free Cities will be an added treat."

Children.

"It is a good thing you are… hmm what, 8th in the succession, Aemond? War is an ugly thing, if our neighbors do not antagonize us, we should keep the peace."

Aegon stiffened noticeably, but did not speak. Aemond though looked at Viserys with narrowed eyes.

"Elaena is ahead of me, but not Helaena?" Aemond asked.

"Yes."

"You place sons before daughters, except for Rhaenyra and Elaena. That is… irrational."

Viserys was vexed. "Must I argue about the succession with you too!? It is set, badgering me will not get me to change it."

Aemond shook his head, "I just do not understand the governing logic at work here. If sons are before daughters, then Aegon is before Rhaenyra. If you as King wish to make an exception backed by royal fiat, so be it. But why then Elaena? I love my sister, and believe she would be a fine ruler, but it makes little sense."

Viserys waved the concern away. "Must I be so forward? The children of my first wife, both of my daughters, are ahead of all the children of my second wife. After that, it is based on the traditional means of inheritance, which is the eldest male child. Not that it truly matters for you two, Rhaenyra has four healthy children, even if calamities such as disease or childbed labors take her from us prematurely, they would all inherit before you."

Aegon looked like he wanted to speak, but said nothing. Aemond, though, seemed to be turning this over in his mind quite vigorously. He finally nodded.

"Very well, father, thank you for explaining your reasoning."

They stood around in a bit of an awkward silence, until a dragon was sighted. As it neared it became clear it was Viktoriya. Daenora gave a happy cry and clapped her hands, while both Aegon and Aemond had smiles on their face.

Soon the agile dragon landed, and a smiling Elaena adroitly dropped down from her dragon. She embraced Daenora, who had run forward to give her a hug. Viserys waited for a moment and then grandly gestured toward the boys, "Feel free to speak for a few minutes before I take my daughter's attention for the next few hours."

Aegon and Aemond approached and Viserys saw how well they interacted as a family. It warmed his heart that Elaena got along so well with Alicent's children. It still bothered him that there was such a great animosity between his wife and eldest daughter. After a couple of minutes Viserys interrupted, and the two boys left with their younger sister.

"You look well, how did everything go?"

They walked as they talked, and he immediately felt more buoyant and cheerful. Even his damnable toe had stopped aching as much. Truly family was the best medicine.

"It went well, I have two additional names of worthwhile suitors to add to my list. The first is Forrest Frey, and the second is Kevan Lefford."

"Oh, so you did find some good in the Westerlands, Otto received a concerning letter from Jason Lannister."

"Oh? I am curious of its contents."

Viserys explained what he had been told and Elaena looked intrigued.

"Interesting. I cut short my visit because I was made to feel unwelcome at Casterly Rock. I do not believe Jason Lannister likes me at all."

Viserys felt his face twist in anger. "What happened? Why doesn't he like you?"

Elaena shrugged, "I suspect it has to do with the Dragon Bank. Did you know that throughout all the Westerlands, not a single house has used it? Every other kingdom has at least one house who has used our services. As for what happened, I don't care to rehash the details, but I left early and spent the remainder of my time at the Tooth before returning to King's Landing."

Viserys clenched his jaw. How dare that arrogant ass make his daughter feel unwelcome! Granted, the overly proud Lannister seemed to have recognized his error and attempted to make recompense, but the mere idea that anyone would see flaw in Elaena irked him.

"Is this gold and apology sufficient for your experience?" Viserys asked his daughter.

"I do not wish to create difficulties for the management of the realm, father. I have suffered no lasting harm, but I would be interested to know where in Essos Ser Vikary went into exile. Beyond that I would ask that you not make a public issue of this. Our kin can be prickly and… vengeful when believing some slight has occurred. I am nearly an adult; I need not have any of our family do something rash."

Viserys nodded. He would abide by his daughter's wishes. He would make inquiries with Larys Strong about the whereabouts of this so-called knight. Like in so many things, Elaena displayed wisdom. The political headaches that would be caused if the Prince Consort made his displeasure known over this slight would be immense. Laenor Velaryon was widely known to be fiercely protective of his good-sister, and in that Viserys could find no fault. However, the normally mild-mannered young man was not someone to rouse lightly, lest the inscrutable wrath and unyielding brutality that earned his moniker as the Dark Storm bring about gruesome consequences Viserys not even remotely wished to deal with. Even so, he would have words with his Master of Ships.

"On to the happier side of your journeys, tell me more of Frey and Lefford."

Elaena did so, in her own unique way. Her well-ordered mind went over the benefits and impediments to the matches. Golden Tooth had immense wealth and the lad she was eying had a good head for monetary issues that so appealed to his daughter. Frey wasn't as wealthy, but still financially sound. Elaena shared that she found Forrest a very compelling individual whose delight over Viktoriya resonated with her.

All things being equal, Viserys would prefer Golden Tooth over the Twins. The Tooth was closer to King's Landing, and while Humfrey was old, he was still hale, unlike Forrest's father. It would be much easier to give a position in King's Landing to someone not running their house.

On the other hand, it would mean she would have to deal with Jason Lannister.

Upon arrival at the Red Keep, Alicent was there to greet Elaena. His wife was nearing the last moon of her pregnancy. Viserys watched with a smile as Elaena and Alicent embraced, and Elaena began asking questions about her health.

They continued to the Royal Apartments and took a light meal together. They were nearing completion when the Kingsguard announced Daemon had arrived and wished to see him.

"Send him in, a happy day when so much of my family can be under one roof."

Daemon then strode in and the two brothers were reunited once more. Daemon rarely visited King's Landing, and Viserys rarely left King's Landing. Viserys asked after Laena and the children.

"Laena is here as well; she went to go speak with her mother. We left Baela and Rhaena on Dragonstone."

"Ah, you should have brought of them. I have seen them only a handful of times."

Daemon shrugged. "We flew on dragonback, and they are still a bit young to go riding on the winds."

"We shall remedy their absence from King's Landing soon." Viserys declared. "They are my nieces, and I would see them again. Especially if you ship off all the way to the Stepstones, it will be more difficult to see them regularly."

Daemon took a seat and grabbed an apple from the table. "As to that, we have not yet decided how much time we intend to spend in the Stepstones."

"Surely your people would want their lord nearby?" Alicent asked.

"What I do with my domain is my business, Your Grace." Daemon spoke with a touch of chill in his voice.

Viserys did not want this happy time spoiled with barbs, so he redirected the conversation.

"What of your son? When do you intend to present him to the court?"

Daemon's face curdled like old milk. "Mayhaps never. There are many things wrong with the boy, and for his health it is best he remains away from King's Landing."

"What specific health maladies does he have? Last I spoke with Laena and examined the boy, he was healthy."

"Healthy?" Daemon said the word with derision and venom dripping from his tongue.

"Yes, his birth deformities are not an illness. If a man loses a limb in battle, once the wound has healed, he can be considered healthy or unhealthy based on his health. We would not speak of the man as unhealthy for an old war-wound." Elaena explained.

Daemon just shook his head, clearly done with the conversation. "You may speak with its mother if you are concerned, my niece."

"I suppose I shall, father, mother, uncle, if you will excuse me. I want hear of the health of my cousin from someone who cares." Elaena's voice was rarely this sharp, and Viserys felt that he missed something in that exchange.

"I shall take my leave as well." Alicent said as she carefully stood up, and followed Elaena out the door.

When they left Daemon hoisted a cup. "Better to drink and celebrate without the nattering of shrews."

Viserys lifted his cup and sighed. "As ever you try my patience, but if you did not, would you still be my brother?"

The two laughed, and Viserys allowed himself a few hours to enjoy himself without the affairs of state weighing on his mind.

***

Rhaenys was glad to see her only daughter was looking well. She was wearing a black dress that accentuated her figure. Bracelets set with turquoise showed off her house colors, and were paired with a formfitting necklace interlaced with rubies. Without a doubt Rhaenys believed her daughter to be the finest looking woman, and the most regal, at the upcoming ceremony elevating Daemon to Paramount Lord.

The two conversed for a bit, and then were joined by Princess Elaena. Rhaenys liked the young princess. She had a fine mind, and clearly cared for her family. Daemon's rantings over the closeness she had with Alicent were tiresome, but they may have held some truth to them.

"Princess Rhaenys, Lady Laena, a pleasure to see you two again."

They exchanged greetings and Elaena began asking questions about Maegor.

"He is well, why the sudden concern?" Laena asked.

"Uncle Daemon mentioned he was unhealthy, and when I last looked upon him, he suffered no illness. I am glad to hear he is well."

Laena sighed, "Yes, he is well. To answer your unasked question… Daemon does not intend to parade him before the realm due to Maegor's nature. Perhaps when he is older, we will consider it."

"Keeping him locked away will not do Maegor any favors, it isn't his fault he was born with hardships." Elaena said with some exasperation compared to her normally placid tone.

"I know, but this is how Daemon wants it. Take heart, he will thaw in time. He is already in a much better mood now that we have been able to secure him a Paramountcy. I am hopeful that with this honor, he will allow us to try again for another son."

Elaena furrowed her brow. "Do you mean…"

Rhaenys answered, "Yes. He has refused to bed Laena in a way that will result in the chance of a child. One of the reasons we pushed Viserys to name him a Paramount Lord was to assuage his 'shame' over Maegor and put it behind him."

The younger princess blinked and then her face twitched violently.

"That was the reason?" She asked incredulously. Elaena paced the room. "It was not to help secure the Stepstones from future piracy? It was not to place two powerful dragons near Dorne to deter any further military adventurism? It was to appease his overweening pride?"

Rhaenys chuckled. "Yes, though I agreed to back my daughter's request for those reasons, it was Daemon's relationship difficulties with Laena that started this."

Laena's face colored slightly. "Do not judge me, Elaena, not until you've had your own opportunity to lay with a masterful man such as Daemon. The rider of Caraxes and once heir to the Iron Throne is a great man, but even great men have flaws."

Elaena shook her head. "Unbelievable, though I suppose the reason for the action matters less than the action and the result. The Stepstones is vital to trade. I hope Daemon has enough sense to take his responsibilities seriously."

Laena and Rhaenys shared a glance.

"We are moving some smallfolk to the islands, and we are arranging for the creation of a bastion built in the style of Old Valyrian architecture. Daemon has some ideas of enforcing tariffs to help pay for the construction. He intends to visit regularly but not reside there for some years until the stronghold is completed."

Rhaenys watched Elaena take an uneven breath. She seemed on the verge of speaking, but held her tongue.

"This has been most… insightful. Thank you for sharing his intentions." Elaena finally replied.

Laena took her hands in hers. "Of course, now you must tell us of who has impressed you on your tour! I've heard great things about Ser Medrick, though if Viktoriya is anything like Vhagar, she won't like the cold."

Elaena nodded. "Ser Medrick is a gallant knight, someone who is being considered. The North is ripe for improvement, it is shameful that any part of father's dominion has mass starvation in winters. White Harbor is a useful port, but you are right. Viktoriya was not fond of the cold."

Rhaenys listened as Laena drew out Elaena's thoughts on the various suitors. Laena and Elaena did not regularly speak to each other without the company of other large personalities such as Rhaenyra, Joffrey, and Daemon. It was good for them to talk like this. Rhaenys was curious what Elaena's eventual choice would be, and how that would impact the various court intrigues she was now embroiled in.

Laenor seems to like her, I shouldn't allow Daemon's ridiculous claims to color my perceptions of her.

Rhaenys considered again, perhaps 'like' was not the right term. Laenor was swift to come to Elaena's defense anytime Daemon spoke out against her. Rhaenys knew her son, and when Elaena was in the room with Laenor, her boy acted oddly. She likened it to how he used to act before he confessed to being a sword swallower. Which did not make sense at all.

Did she stumble upon him and Joffrey at inopportune time?

It was a bit of a mystery, and Rhaenys being Rhaenys had asked Laenor what was going on. However, her son had lied to her face, saying that he appreciated his good-sister and knew how much Rhaenyra treasured her relationship with Elaena. She hadn't pried, he was an adult. For better or worse, his decisiveness in the Stepstones War had certainly proven that.

Laena and Elaena had finished going over several of the suitors when Laena had queried where she would head to next.

"I intend to stay in King's Landing until my mother has given birth again. After which, I will continue my tour. The Reach is next. Tumbleton, Honeyholt, and Highgarden, in that order."

"Anyone of particular interest?" Laena asked with a smile.

"Lord Lyman has frequently bent my ear to extol the virtues of his grandson. He may be biased, but if even half of the statements he made are true, he would be a fantastic candidate."

"Good! And I'm glad you are staying in King's Landing longer. We should go flying together again while I am here."

They set a date for a day of flying and then Elaena departed. Rhaenys thought Alan Beesbury would be a fine match. The Beesbury family were quite loyal to Viserys, and by extension Rhaenyra. Daemon was certain there would be blood when his brother died, but Rhaenys hoped it would not come to that.

I'll need to meet with Lyman and share what characteristics Elaena seems to value in a potential husband before Elaena continues her tour.

***

Aegon had been impatient to spend more time with his sister. First his father had taken her away, and then she spent time with Lady Laena, and then his mother. When Elaena was done with them, she had changed out of her riding leathers and into something more appropriate, so only then did he get a chance to sit down and speak with her.

"My studies and arms training are going well. I am not as proficient as I would like to be, but Ser Criston says I am good for my age." Aegon told her when she asked. "As far as how things have been – we've all missed you. Helaena has had some night terrors, Aemond is… well Aemond, but he has been helping with Daenora. Mother has been in an ill humor of late; she mislikes being with child."

"One can only imagine why." Elaena said, as dry as the deserts in Dorne.

"Uthor will have his third name day soon, and none of us have really spent much time with him. Hmm, that is really it. We did receive the Cyvasse boards, but we wanted to wait on you to show it to us."

Elaena let one of her larger smiles grace her face. "No time like the present."

"But I haven't heard about your journeys!"

"In truth, I grow weary of repeating myself about them. When I am with you, and our siblings, I will say it again, once more. For now, let me teach you this delightful game that will be quite useful in educating nobility."

"A game will do that?"

"Yes. It will teach young minds how to think strategically, have patience, and plan ahead in rational ways. These skills are already taught, but they can be honed in a fun a way. You ended up being fairly dutiful with your studies, but that is not always the case."

Aegon listened intently as Elaena explained the rules of the game and how the pieces worked. The rules were not overly complex, but Aegon could already see how each decision could have a profound effect on the outcome.

They played a quick game, where Aegon was trounced, but it was less competitive and more of a learning game. His sister explained what she was doing, and why. Even so, he could think of very few ways to counter what she was doing.

"Not bad, brother. You grasped the way the catapult and rabble could be used in conjunction. That isn't something most people would see right away."

Aegon smiled. "Thank you. I'd like to play again before you continue your tour."

"Of course. I hope you play with your siblings 'till then and even afterwards. You are nearly a man grown, but you can still learn. Learning and improving oneself is a lifelong affair."

If he was to be King of the Seven Kingdoms, he knew he had to improve. Cyvasse, reading, swordplay, riding, jousting, and more. There was never time to rest, not when his natural talents were outstripped by so many others.

Elaena is almost never wrong. Cyvasse will be like a whetstone for my mind.

Bitterly he wondered how well Aemond would take to the game. Despite the age difference between them, Aemond had always grasped Maester lessons swifter than he had done. His younger brother had a sharper mind, faster reflexes, and even a bigger dragon. It galled him how he, the firstborn, constantly lived in Aemond's shadow. The only thing he had a greater portion of, was size and strength, and that was likely only due to age.

"You seem troubled." Elaena mentioned, and Aegon hastily put on a more relaxed mien.

"'Tis nothing, sister. The feast will begin soon, I ought to make sure I am properly presentable."

***

Otto pinched the bridge of his nose as Larys explained what had gone on at Casterly Rock.

"He fondled the princess? I cannot even begin to grasp the stupidity of such an action." Otto said with frustration.

"My lord, men do foolish things in their cups." Larys, the Master of Whisperers explained. "Still, the princess seems have some mercy in her heart. Despite Ser Arron's affront, she allowed him to instead confess to an accidental impropriety rather than a purposeful one. Women are known to have soft hearts, and the princess has a reputation for one."

Otto gave him a look. "Tell that to Princess Rhaenys. No, it wouldn't do to underestimate Elaena. She's cunning. And this doesn't make sense. Tyland told me that his foolish brother wished to humiliate the princess, not have her groped. If Elaena had insisted that it was purposeful, Lannister would be shamed for having it happen under his roof."

"Indeed, someone is lying." The club-footed man said with a sly smile.

Otto was weary and already bitter over having his objections regarding Daemon overruled, and was not in the mood to play the games Larys enjoyed playing.

"On with it." Otto commanded.

"Jason is lying to his brother, or his brother is lying to us. Something happened at Casterly Rock, more than just inappropriate touching. Several servants have gone missing from Casterly Rock rather suddenly. My own agent paints of picture of deliberate provocation from Lord Lannister."

"How so?"

"Serving deliberately tainted food, having a maid spill wine over the princess, and having suitors far below Princess Elaena's station attend to her. Including one with a notorious stench, and another who is as far from a maiden's fancy as can be, given his girth. The letter Lord Lannister sent hid much of the truth, including the deliberate nature of it."

Otto felt a spike of rage fill him. Everywhere he turned, incompetent fools caused more problems. Why were his allies so utterly useless? He gathered his will and forced the anger away so he could think clearly. He took a swallow of wine and then looked at Larys.

"Why has the princess not made complaint?"

"She has, but has downplayed it. Viserys has already spoken with our Master of Ships of his displeasure."

"Why? What is her scheme? What is she planning?"

"My sources in Casterly Rock stay that after the public confrontation with Ser Arron, she spoke with Jason in private. My best interpretation of events is that Lannister wished to humble the princess, but in ways that could not directly be laid at his feet. Why? Because he was spurned by Rhaenyra. Or perhaps because he believed the story that Elaena was responsible for the double-entry accounting reforms that caused your own house frustration. Either way, the chosen agent overstepped, and Jason must have realized how bad this could go for him."

Otto nodded along, so far this made sense.

"So what then did the two speak of in private? My guess is that Elaena blackmailed him into agreeing to something. Support for Rhaenyra in the future? Support for a particular project she wished? Expansion of the Dragon Bank? Mayhaps even she is seriously considering the Lefford boy, and has secured some advantage for that house from their overlord. Lord Humfry was not fond of the match, so perhaps this would be added spice needed to ensure his approval. Unfortunately, fully private conversations in a Lord's solar are not easy to obtain information." Larys paused, "The bigger concern here is that the Lannisters are hiding this from you. This does not bode well for the future of your cause."

No it did not. The Hand of the King grimaced. He would need to bring the Lannisters in line. If Elaena could blackmail Lord Lannister, then he could most like do the same. He would need to tread carefully. Lannister wealth would be crucial in the inevitable conflict, but he had to know what had been agreed to.

"I will think on our best course with the Lannisters. You have done what you can, how go the other tasks I've given you."

"Well enough, I now have ears in Driftmark and Dragonstone. Including one who can act as a knife in the dark when the time comes. I have tried to stir up conflict within the Velaryon family on the idea of Prince Lucerys, a clear bastard, inheriting Driftmark one day. I regret to inform you; my efforts have borne no fruit. Corlys is popular among both his family and the smallfolk. And of course, people fear Laenor."

He has proven the largest thorn in my side. Without Laenor there would have been no total victory possible in the Stepstones, and with him around Dorne and the Triarchy will not act. Now his mere reputation makes everything more difficult.

Laenor and Rhaenyra were his number one targets for assassination once Viserys was dead. However, they were also the most guarded. He did not wish to make any assassination attempts until they could all take place simultaneously, so that he could catch as many enemies unaware as possible. Circumstances were making him rethink his decision.

The Triarchy and Dorne both hate Laenor. Given the treacherous tactics the Dornish used, would it not be plausible they would attempt to kill the Dark Storm through underhanded means?

"You have a look on your face, my lord, pray tell what thought has crossed your mind." Larys said with an irritating grin on his features.

The man had proven his loyalty, and his reasons for betraying his family and siding with the Greens. Those too-perceptive eyes saw more than Otto wished at times.

"With the Stepstones in the hands of Daemon, the Blacks are growing too powerful. House Velaryon, rather than being weakened, has become stronger than ever. We need the Triarchy and Dorne to once again make life difficult for our enemies. Yet they will not while Laenor lives. I believe it is time that this particular storm come to an end, and we will make it look like the Dornish did it. This could even mean war with Dorne, which will add additional stress on the King."

"Ah, and it will be House Velaryon, along with Rhaenyra who will be the ones most vigorous in pursuit of the conflict. It will be difficult to accomplish, but I have some ideas how it can be done. Might I suggest that we avoid making the attempt while he is on Dragonstone? It would be best if it was done elsewhere. Perhaps when he visits his family on Driftmark."

Otto nodded. "Yes, it doesn't need to be done immediately. The key is that it succeeds and that the blame is directed toward Dorne. Do not tarry too long, it would be best if it is within the year."

"I will see to it, my lord."

Otto watched the man limp out of his office. Larys was a twisted creature. A man so willing to murder his own family was not one he could ever fully trust. Larys knew that if he did betray Otto, he would die as well. He had told the man as such, it was best to prepare for these sorts of things. It also gave the Master of Whisperers an incentive to keep Otto safe from any would-be assassins.

Failninjaninja · Sunday at 7:44 PM

A big thank you to @MARch_Of_Time for proofreading!

Chapter 23

"Unfortunately, I'm a soldier. I was taught in academy that anyone who can't see reality for what it is should be called an idiot." - From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 8

Daemon accepted the Paramountcy of the Stepstones before the court. It was made all the sweeter by the look of distaste on Alicent Hightower's face. Her father, the more dangerous Hightower, did not allow such obvious displeasure to appear on his features. Viserys looked pleased to honor him in this way. Daemon believed Viserys to be a fool in many ways, but he did love him. His good-mother had done well in convincing Viserys of granting Daemon this honor.

Without Daemon the Stepstones would have fallen to the Triarchy. He admitted that Laenor had done more recently, but the man was already going to inherit the wealthiest house in Westeros, and be the Prince Consort to Rhaenyra.

Assuming we win the coming battles.

Unlike Rhaenyra, Daemon knew war was inevitable. The Hightowers and their allies had sunk their claws deep into Viserys and the administration of the realm. The Greens dominated the small council. They dominated the court appointments. They led the new military order of the Waywardens. Alicent churned out children incessantly, even now another half-breed threatened to emerge from her cunt.

The first part of the ceremony was completed with Daemon's renewed oaths to Viserys. Next came the oaths of his vassals. Vaemond Velaryon was the first, but there were others. A cousin to Lord Harwin Strong was given part of one island along with some landed knights from the Crownlands. Daemon had also knighted one of his old commanders from the Gold Cloaks, an act that would inspire future loyalty from those that remained Gold Cloaks. Finally he had conceded to give control of one of the watch towers to a Ser Dalton Rivers, one of the Knights of Victory. His beloved wife thought it a grand gesture.

He had questioned the man, revealing that he was not so much loyal to anyone, other than coin. He was a skilled fighter and had a sellsword spirit, Daemon could use a man like that, and it would appease his wife. Daemon knew he had treated his wife unjustly; the birthing bed was always a game of chance. Of course, he would not tolerate a bastard surname, even for a knightly house, so Daemon granted Ser Dalton 'Dracstone' as a surname for his house.

He accepted polite congratulations from the various nobles who were present. Elaena then approached. She wore quite the fetching gray dress. Red dragons were embodied upon her sleeves. She looked every inch the Targaryen Princess.

"Prince Daemon, uncle, congratulations on your ascendency to one of the Paramount Lords of Westeros."

"In a way I have you to thank for it." Daemon said with a slight smile curling on the side of his mouth.

The way Elaena froze in shock for a fraction of a second confirmed his suspicions. Her recovery was near complete, but her blue eyes had gone from soft to those he would liken to a hawk's.

"Whatever do you mean by that, uncle?"

"Admit it, if you were here instead of on your tour to find a mate, you would have whispered in my brother's ear against my ascension."

Elaena smiled broadly, as if she was genuinely happy. Daemon sensed no mockery in it, which confused him somewhat.

"I would have advised the King to have handled things differently, yes. But finding you lands to manage is an appropriate endeavor. You are a prince of the realm, the brother of a King, and the rider of the fearsome Caraxes. My good-brother speaks highly of your efforts when you fought beside him in the Stepstones, and none doubt your abilities as a warrior."

Daemon took pleasure in hearing those words, even if they were likely there just to further hide her devious nature, and true intentions.

"You have a gift for flattery, and the skill to deflect directly asked questions. Elaena, I am not your sister. Honeyed words will not distract me from the certainty that you would have advised Viserys against making me the Paramount Lord of the Stepstones."

Elaena looked him in the eye. He had to give credit to her for that, as many grown men and powerful lords would tremble under his gaze. He was always caught between admiration and irritation when it came to his niece. She was capable, intelligent, and carried herself well. But she was also disloyal, and refused to treat him with due deference.

"Daemon, you may believe what you wish. In either case, my congratulations to you are heartfelt, and my fondest wish is that your stewardship of the Stepstones is peaceful and prosperous."

Elaena moved on and Daemon accepted other congratulations. When all that was complete and the feasting was done, he lay with his wife again. The complication of Maegor had cast a long shadow, but ultimately his brother had shown that a ruler could make an heir as he willed. At the time, being passed over for Rhaenyra had enraged him, but now he saw the appeal. Once he had a son, an inheritor who would be worthy, he could simply appoint that child as his heir over Maegor.

For a time he had considered just having the deformed monster killed, but after recalling Viserys and his change of heirs, he realized murdering Laena's child was not something he would have to do. Daemon cared not one whit for that thing that had spawned from his loins, but Laena had proven her loyalty and did not deserve sorrow.

***

Viserys was pleased to see that his wife and newborn son were both in excellent health. Grand Maester Mellos had warned that the babe had been a bit early, and to be steeled against the worst outcome. The man loved his ravens too much, the old phrase 'dark wings, dark words' may as well have been personified in the old Maester.

Mellos wasn't incorrect in the babe being early, but other than some mild breathing issues and smaller size, he was healthy. The name they had decided on was that of his sire, Baelon Targaryen. Viserys felt quite accomplished; this was his ninth child. It was four shy of Jaehaerys, but it was far more than most. He was well content with reaching that number, and would abide by the agreement he had made with Alicent. She would bear no more children. Given the exhausted look of his wife, 'twas probably for the best.

Elaena had come up to see him after being with little Baelon.

"Congratulations again, father."

"Thank you, my dear. Now that the babe has come early, will you be adjusting your schedule?"

"No, I will keep the same schedule. I do plan on visiting my sister on Dragonstone, and then see how Maegor and the twins are doing on Driftmark. Then I'll return here for a day or two before heading off to Tumbleton."

"A fine plan."

With that resolved, they shared a smile before Elaena titled her head and adopted a rare look of amusement and pleased consideration.

"Father. I have something of a project for you, given your love for Old Valyria."

"Oh?" Viserys asked with interest.

"Cyvasse is a game that I've come to enjoy. The pieces represent different elements of an army. It includes elephants, men-at-arms, cavalry, siege weaponry, and the most powerful piece – the dragon. I propose that you create custom pieces as if the host had come from Old Valyria. Painted in the colors of our house."

Viserys was surprised, and gladdened by Elaena's request. She was always so studious and focused on grand plans to better the realm. It was a pleasant alternative to have something suggested that was just for the joy of it.

"I think that is a fine idea. But surely you could have spoken to craftsman about it, why bring this to me? Not that I don't want to work with you on this; I am just curious."

"No one knows Old Valyria better than you, and your diorama has remained relatively unchanged for over a year. I thought it would be something you would both enjoy doing, and be the premier wisdom for such a thing."

Viserys chuckled. As always, his daughter had thought things through.

"I shall ensure it will be completed in time for your wedding."

"Thank you, father. Though perhaps it will be done before then, as I have not yet finished my tour. Afterwards I will not be overly hasty in making my choice, and then a hasty betrothal to wedding is not ideal for me either."

Viserys gave Elaena a look. "When exactly are you scheming to be wed?"

"I will be making my selection before I am six-and-ten, but I would think at least a year-long betrothal would be appropriate."

"Are you nervous about the bedding and the possibility of childbirth? I know these things can be difficult, especially with what happened to your mother. But they are part of the expectations of being a princess."

"Many have wed past their twentieth name-day, father. But I will do as I must."

Viserys nodded, a year, year and a half at most, was not so bad.

"It seems your younger sister will be wed before you after all."

"What?" Elaena asked. Her gaze sharpened and despite their relationship, Viserys blinked and looked away.

"Once Helaena has flowered, which should not be long, then she will be wed to Aegon."

"Father, she just turned two-and-ten recently. That is far too soon. It is not healthy for a girl to risk the birthing bed that early. Why this haste?"

Viserys sighed, he had already promised Alicent to have a quick wedding for their children, to honor the ways of House Targaryen. He thought that perhaps his wife was eager for grandchildren.

"Elaena, that choice is not up to you. The Grand Maester has told me that many women give birth at a young age."

"To greater hardship! There is no sense in such a risk."

Viserys disliked disappointing his daughter, but he had promised Alicent.

"Elaena, the decision has already been made. Once her moon's blood is upon her your brother and sister will be wed."

His daughter looked displeased.

"Perhaps we should not have two separate royal weddings. Why not combine the two? Allow Helaena and Aegon's wedding to be postponed until I have wed. It will allow for an even greater event. All the lords and ladies of Westeros shall be invited, and we can have a grand tourney."

Viserys immediately loved the idea. He would have to talk to Alicent, but this was a good excuse. Alicent could be moved by such a spectacle. And it would smooth over concerns of Rhaenyra not attending Aegon's wedding. Now she would be there anyway.

Yes, this way everyone will be happy.

***

Ser Jon Roxton was impressed with the feast that Lord Footly had put on. The Lord of Tumbleton did not have any kin of suitable age to marry Princess Elaena, but had still been chosen to host her for the coming week.

The princess looked radiant. Jon knew his chances were dim. His house was middling in status and wealth. He would still make the attempt; the prize was too grand.

If one does not make an attempt, one cannot ever succeed.

At seven-and-ten he was close to the girl's age. He recalled that his father said that she was five-and-ten, but she held court with Lord Footly at the head table in practiced fashion that belied her youth. Lord Footly himself seemed quite intrigued and engaged with discussions, the other lords around also wearing interested looks. Jon glanced at the other suitors, some knightly houses had chosen to send their sons, they had even less of a chance. The only one of any real standing also in pursuit was Lord Jon Cockshaw.

The knight knew he needed to be memorable. He stood up as a thought briefly formed in his head, and he instinctively went with it.

"A TOAST! TO PRINCESS ELAENA!"

It was sudden, but several took it up, and while they did Ser Jon formed the words he would speak next.

"Princess Elaena, you are travelling across Westeros in search for a husband. A man worthy of your hand. This is but one of many stops on your trip. I've heard you've been to the North, the Westerlands, and the Vale! I have a request. Let us make this a memorable stop for you – and let us not waste your time. Give us a true chance to win your hand, to select one suitor to spend the week with. We can decide who through feat of arms. Let us have a melee, here in this hall or in the morn. The winner can then obtain a true section of time to know you and heighten the chance you select one of us."

The hall was shocked, and then came some harsh words and angry mutters in his direction. But not all, some saw his words as true. What chance did they have when the competition included names like Arryn and Manderly?

The princess caught his eye. Her interest had been roused.

"A unique request, Ser Roxton. In my search I seek more than just someone skilled at arms, and yet I cannot help but be intrigued by such a bold challenge. I will not retreat upon my word, but what I will do is this. There are eight suitors in this hall, and I was prepared to spend at least half a day with each of you. All those who wish not to participate will still have their half a day, but all those with the courage to participate in this melee will have their time given to the winner."

In the end, all the potential suitors could not resist the temptation to spend nearly a full week with the princess. Ser Jon had his work cut out for him in the melee. Several knights sought to take him on at once, but despite the use of a blunted weapon instead of his house's blade, he proved the victor. He took particular delight in bashing in Lord Cockshaw's teeth in with the pommel of his tourney sword.

For their first personalized interaction, Jon chose to have them go riding. The princess had no objections, and Jon wondered at that. They were outside of Tumbleton without any guards. He supposed that he should be honored by the trust, but it was rather odd. What if someone claimed the princess had lost her virtue on the excursion with him? Or what if there had been an unlikely attack by brigands?

Has she fucked other suitors? She is Rhaenyra's sister.

She made no move or hint toward such closeness, and he thought it best not to make the attempt. Rumor had it that some knight in the Westerlands had been exiled to Essos due to over forwardness. He had brought food and wine and they shared it under the shade of a pear tree.

"Ser Jon, you were quite skilled in the melee. I was also fond of your aggressive strategy to differentiate yourself from the others. Now I have some questions for you."

"Of course, Princess Elaena. Ask what you will."

She asked him many questions, and he soon found himself on uncertain ground. Questions regarding his house's finances were difficult to answer. His father was still hale, and had not included him in the decision-making regarding financial matters. Jon's knowledge of trade was also more general than specific. When it came to children Jon answered bluntly.

"Number of children? As many as the Gods see fit to grant us. Why, is there a fear you are barren?"

"No, but my own mother was lost in the birthing bed, and to be direct, I do not wish to risk such a fate. I would not be interested in facing that battle repeatedly."

"But that is your duty!"

Jon cursed his quick tongue as he saw something pass through her eyes. She then changed the subject to the blade he had at his side.

"That is Valyrian steel at your side, is it not?" Elaena asked.

"Yes, my father gave it to me when I was raised to knighthood."

With a flourish Jon pulled the blade from its sheath. The black blade's inky darkness swirled in the afternoon light.

"It is called Orphan-Maker."

"An appropriate name for such a deadly blade." Elaena complimented. "May I hold it?"

Caught off guard, he nodded. "But be careful, Your Grace, 'tis sharper than a normal blade."

She gave him a look, and he felt rather foolish. This was Elaena Targaryen, she would know about Valyrian steel. Both her father and her uncle wielded their own blades. Blackfyre and Dark Sister.

He handed the blade to her, and she held it properly. She cut the air with it a couple of times in a display of surprising strength and finesse, and then handed it hilt first back to him.

"Thank you, ser. My curiosity has been satisfied."

He took her back to Tumbleton and spent the next several days in her company. She was polite, graceful, and a willing conversational partner. And yet, he felt no closeness between the two of them. When he finally asked about her thoughts toward him and his chances, she favored him with a smile, but bore ill news.

"Ser Jon, you are not the husband that I seek. You are a fine knight, but my own tastes are not as martial and fiery as yours. Nonetheless I will look back fondly on our time together, if nothing else, know that you were remarkable."

It hadn't worked out, but winning the impromptu melee will have enhanced his reputation. He was disappointed, but had known from the start the difficulty of winning her hand. He would wait with curiosity to find out just what kind of suitor the princess had in mind.

***

Ser Alan Beesbury was nervous. His grandfather had high expectations for him, and his many, many letters about the courtship of Princess Elaena had only served to grow his angst over it all. He was a knight, he had fought in tournaments, watched men die for crimes, and yet this meeting with the royal princess was causing him great concern.

The princess has a mind beyond her years.

She is brilliant; her thoughts are well ordered.

Her ideas are bountiful, more than any other in the realm, save for Ser Laenor's grand victory and King Viserys for listening, she is the one responsible for our prosperity.

Make sure you are confident, do not show hesitancy, nor arrogance.

Mind your courtesies, for she always does.

Do not be overly rigid.

Princess Elaena is sensitive on the subject of bearing children. She will not wish for a large family.

Understand fully how we manage trade in our lands.

Family is what matters most to her. Do not speak ill of any of her kin, Greens, or Blacks.

Ask for her opinion and display curiosity for her thoughts.

Praise her dragon. Her one diversion from bettering the realm, is dragon riding.

On and on and on and on the advice came. When it came time to finally meet with her, he found himself thick of tongue.

"Greetings, ah, El, err, Princess Elaena. I am pleased to, um, finally meet you, Your, Your, Grace."

Alan's cheeks had reddened. What an absolute fool he was making of himself. The princess had just landed, and he was there with two guards and a pair of servants ready to take any belongings the princess had brought with her.

"Thank you, Ser Alan. I am pleased to accept your hospitality. Your grandsire has told me much of you!"

"Ah, hah, well Lord Lyman may have some biases there. But 'tis not a bad thing, after all, what matters more than family?"

He was proud of himself for that line; it was one he had prepared.

Elaena gave him a smile and a nod. They walked toward the keep of Honeyholt. It was not a grand structure like Highgarden or Winterfell, but it was well defendable. Surrounding it past the walls, a town had grown up around it. The keep overlooked the Honeywine river.

Speaking with the princess was nerve-wracking at first, but she did not make conversation difficult. He found himself speaking strongly of what he did know. His house was known for its honey, that much was known by all, but the actual process was fascinating and soon he found himself explaining about the importance of bees. He stopped himself, when he realized he was going on too long on that one topic, and switched over to asking questions about the Dragon Bank and working with grandfather.

Soon enough they were sitting down and enjoying a meal together. Unlike at other stops, it had been arranged that he would be the only suitor for the time she would be in Honeyholt. Selection of the food was weighed toward the sweeter side, and Alan could tell that Elaena was enjoying herself.

"Ser Alan, indulge me if you will. If money were no object, how would you improve upon Honeyholt?"

Alan blinked a few times. This was not something he prepared for! A good lord made sure enough income was collected to pay his taxes, be able to hold lavish feasts for special occasions, and have enough funds to arm and armor any levies needed for war. In addition a lord could have idle pursuits such as horse or dog breeding. Gold for favors and trinkets for noble ladies was also necessary.

Alan did not think something so basic would appeal to the princess. Not many knew that Elaena was the true will behind the formation of the Dragon Bank. Alan only knew because his grandfather had told him.

"I could think of several projects. Creating a large arching bridge over the Honeywine would mean we could trade east and west more easily, than just north and south over the river. I would also look to create an unofficial secondary Citadel. It costs money to study and earn your links as a Maester, but why turn away hidden talents? A common born man with a gift for arms can earn knighthood through arms, but there is little way for those with an extra blessing of wit prove and advance themselves. Some say being a Maester is like being a knight of the mind – we could harness it."

Elaena leaned forward. "A secondary Citadel, how fascinating. What subjects would it specialize in?"

Alan looked away, furiously thinking. He took in a breath. "In truth, I know not. The idea only came to me because of you, princess. Few would think a child's idea worth pursuing, and yet my grandfather and the King listened to your banking proposal, much to the realm's benefit."

Elaena smiled at him. "You make a compelling case. I imagine the Maesters would not be happy, and the location of it so close to Oldtown would be a concern. But I do like the idea."

Alan laughed nervously. "Well, you asked what I would do if coin were no issue, but coin is an issue. Any effort to create an institute of learning would have to start small due to the costs."

Talk moved on to other subjects, and Alan felt he answered those well. The subject of children came up, and Alan proactively indicated he thought two children for two parents was an ideal number.

"Oh, and not three? Childhood is not without its dangers." Elaena challenged.

Alan was flummoxed for a moment. He had been told she only wanted two!

"I… well, I could not think of my children facing mortal peril, my mind shies from the thought itself."

Elaena quirked an eyebrow. "I commend you on the recovery." She sighed. "It is obvious you have been given assistance prior to our meeting. I don't begrudge that, but I do want your honest feelings. I do not want to marry someone who used deceit, and then later is unhappy with the arrangement. If I gave birth to two girls, would you be accepting of no male heir?"

"I would." Alan answered confidently. He wanted Elaena for his house. It wasn't as if the line of Beesbury would end, if he had no sons. He had an uncle, and four male cousins. Alan would like to have a son of course, and the odds were in his favor that would happen with two children, but if he was not so blessed, he could still be content.

"Good, I believe you. You've passed the first round, ser. You stand with four others who I am seriously considering as a prospective marriage partner. I intend to visit the Citadel for a couple of days, and then return here. Draw up some plans for the bridge, and estimated costs and anticipated economic improvement for doing so. That will allow me to see where your thoughts and priorities are."

Alan was both happy, and somewhat alarmed. The bridge idea wasn't something he had thought about fully before blurting it out. The princess being gone for a couple of days was a surprise, and a deviation of the schedule, but since he had already passed the first 'round' of Elaena's assessment he would consider it a victory.

***

Jacaerys, or Jace, as everyone called him, was quite pleased with being the heir of Dragonstone, and one day heir of King's Landing. He was in no hurry to inherit; being a lord, or a King, was quite serious. It made for little time to play. Jace had the greatest dragonrider since Aegon the Conqueror as a father. Laenor Velaryon, the 'Dark Storm.'

He was learning how to be a squire and would soon be formally given the rank of a squire, one assigned to the commander of his mother's guards. Ser Harwin 'Breakbones' Strong. He was more than just a simple guard captain; he was also the Lord of Harrenhal. It made sense to Jace that someone as important as his mother would have an important lord as the one leading her guards. He liked Ser Harwin quite a bit. The man was always teaching him something, and he always ate meals with the family.

That was when Jace started to grow suspicious. He had caught Harwin and Rhaenyra do something he had only seen courting folk do. A soft kiss, or a morsel of food fed to the other. He didn't think he was supposed to see, because they would often quickly change their behavior when they spotted him. It was weird.

It was also weird that the master-at-arms and his sire spent more time together than his father and mother! Jace was troubled, and sought answers from his father. As always, he made time for Jace.

"You have a serious look upon your face. What is the matter?"

Jace fidgeted. Now that he was here, he didn't know how to broach the subject.

"You and mother, you seem further apart than Ser Harwin and mother."

His father's face went still. "He is her sworn shield, and she is the heir to the Iron Throne. Having her greatest protector with her at all times is important."

Jace nodded; that made sense. Only it didn't. He knew there was more.

"Father, is that truly all? They are closer than friends… I don't wish to accuse mother of anything… but…"

"And you wonder at how you, Luke, and Aenar look like Ser Harwin and not like me. I've long understood this moment was coming."

Jace blinked. He hadn't really thought about that aspect, but now that it was mentioned, he understood with dawning horror.

"I'm a bastard!" Jace exclaimed.

"Jace, lower your voice, and never repeat that again." Laenor spoke firmly, but not harshly.

"I have much to explain, but I need your oath first not to repeat this. In time, we will tell your brother as well, but not yet."

Jace hesitantly swore that he would remain silent. He needed to know.

"My grandsire was your grandsire's uncle. We are blood, you, and I, just not in the way you thought we were. I love Rhaenyra, but not in the way most husbands love their wives. Some enjoy the taste of fish, other the taste of mutton, and some the taste of turnips."

"No one likes turnips!"

"It is rare, but some do. Just like individuals such as I, prefer the company of men over women. Rhaenyra understands this, and she has her own tastes as well. You are the natural son of Ser Harwin, but in the eyes of the realm, you are my son."

It was much for Jace to take in. "But… I like you as my father."

"And my son you shall remain! I will never sire an heir from my seed, and I am content with this. As I said earlier, you and me, we both have the same blood. You are destined to rule the Seven Kingdoms, and I could not love you anymore than I do now, if you grew from my seed."

Jace felt tears come to his eyes. He hugged his father tightly.

"I think I understand. I… I won't say anything. I will keep my word."

"Good, I knew you would. As you grow older, you will encounter those who wish to demean and discredit you over your birth. Do not ever acknowledge the charge as accurate. It will cause only harm and even war."

"What of my brother, Aelyx? You mentioned Luke and Aenar, what of him?"

Laenor sighed. "Not mine, and not mine to tell. You can speak to your mother about this if you wish. I will forewarn her that I have told you, and why."

Jace nodded. He was old enough to have heard practice yard banter from those older than him. He knew how babies were made, and he knew how men viewed women who broke their marriage oaths. And yet, he found that he could not care overmuch. Rhaenyra was his mother. If Laenor… his father, had not permitted it, it wouldn't have happened, and he wouldn't have been born! Jace rather liked being alive and playing with his brothers and Vermax.

"I may do that, later." Jace replied. "Is that why I am being squired to Ser Harwin? Does he wish me close by his side?"

"In part, yes. Ser Harwin is also a distinguished knight, and a skilled warrior. He has the reputation for being one of the strongest knights of the realm. Many will envy you for being his squire."

Jace nodded. His feelings were still all a jumble inside him. But his family cared for him, and Laenor was still his father, no matter what.

Failninjaninja · Sunday at 7:44 PM

A big thank you to @MARch_Of_Time for proofreading!

Chapter 24

"I always take my job very seriously. I can proudly declare that to anyone." - From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 5

Daeron was pleased to see his sister again. He missed his father's side of the family greatly. Yes, the Hightowers had made him quite welcome, but it was often too much. He didn't want to be "Prince Daeron" all the time.

"Princess Elaena, thank you for visiting me." Daeron greeted formally in High Valyrian.

Elaena graced him with a smile. "Just Elaena, brother, we are not at court."

Daeron gave her a grin and then a quick embrace.

"How have you been?" Elaena asked, reverting to the Common Tongue.

"I am well. The Hightowers see to my every need."

"And your studies?"

"The Maesters seem impressed, they say I could become an Archmaester one day if I wished… though I know not if 'tis baseless flattery. In truth, I do not wish to be a Maester. I find some subjects interesting, but I prefer arms training with Ser Rickard."

Elaena nodded. "So long as you are learning – a decision like becoming a Maester is a momentous one and not something to decide until you have reached your maturity. There are significant sacrifices. I hope you stay focused with those studies. It is better to have knowledge, and not need it, than to not have it when it is necessary."

"Yes moth… sister." Daeron finished sheepishly.

Elaena gave him an odd look, but ignored his misspeak.

"I'm also getting really good at riding! And they gave me a training bow to use too!"

"Archery can be quite fun, as can riding. But once you fly with Tessarion, no pony or horse will impress you."

Daeron looked at his older sister with wide eyes. "You know how to shoot a bow too?"

"I've dabbled in it. I am proficient with a small short bow rather than a full-sized one. I am accurate at close distances, but for hunting prey with thicker hides it isn't as useful."

"Can you show me?" Daeron asked while shifting his feet energetically.

Elaena smiled down at him. "I'm sure the Master-of-Arms here has one suitable, let us go find out."

"How long will you be staying?"

"Only for another day."

"So soon? I miss you! Can I skip prayer day at the sept? I try to pay attention like I should, but his prayers are always so similar."

"Oh? Are there routine concerns here in Old Town?"

"I don't know. It is mostly about the importance of finality… err fidelity? Between husband and wife. And how bad bastards are."

"Yes, the term is fidelity. I find repetitive messages annoying too, so I will see if we can make an exception to you attending tomorrow. I've been meaning to visit the Citadel again, so we'll go there in the morning."

At the archery section of the yard, Daeron enjoyed watching his sister shoot. She was really good! Elaena almost never missed, and she told him about why and how arrows did what they did. Down to the fletching, the tension on the string, and where the arrow was nocked. He never knew you could do rough calculations, which were a bit beyond him, to anticipate what the arrow would do. Daeron simply experimented and then remembered where to aim and how far to pull back. This, this was a whole new world to consider.

She also gave him some more basic pointers on how to better position his feet. That was much more mundane, but it led to instant improvement by him.

"You are an apt pupil, Daeron. I see why the Maesters are impressed. How would you like to take a ride on Viktoriya?"

Daeron was thrilled. Only, there was not a double saddle prepared on her. Elaena explained she didn't need a saddle; she could simply ride behind him. Daeron watched solemnly as the chains were fastened, so that he could not fall off.

"Are you sure?"

"I am positive, brother, don't tell mother when you see her next, but I've flown on Viktoriya without one on several occasions."

"But why?" Daeron asked incredulously. He wasn't as learned about dragonlore as his siblings, being so far from the Dragonkeepers, but he had been given the basics.

Elaena shrugged her shoulders slightly. "It may be useful one day. When she hunts on her own, I don't leave a saddle on her. If there was an emergency there may not be time to properly saddle her. That is what I do, but you will not do that until you've flown Tessarion for many years."

Daeron nodded in agreement. He honestly couldn't wait, though it would still be a couple of years before he could fly her.

Flying with his sister was amazing. The wind in his face was harsh, but he loved the experience all the same. With her hand on his shoulder and a relaxed smile on her face as he laughed and cheered above the world, Daeron felt a soaring joy and closeness in his heart that among all his distant family, only Elaena could supply.

Best. Sister. Ever!

***

Rhaenyra felt sorry for Lyra. The poor girl was not made like her. Lyra did not have the strength of will and fortitude to handle the birthing bed without tears and screams like she did. Maester Gerardys was seeing to her, and had said the birth was progressing well. Ser Harwin was at her side as well, holding her hand and soothing her.

Rhaenyra knew she shouldn't feel upset by it. She had Laena and Daemon as lovers. And yet… the pangs of jealousy were there. She would rather see Harwin fuck Lyra than whisper words of love and comfort. It did not look like he was pretending, either.

Harwin just has a big heart. That's all there is to it. It is not in him to deny a woman in pain succor.

The wail grew louder as Lyra pushed as instructed. Rhaenyra was rather bored of it all as well. She found herself pacing, wondering if it would be better for her to just fly over to Driftmark for a day or two.

No, I'm not going to be pushed out of my own home, not by her!

That and Rhaenyra had no desire to contend with the storm wracking Dragonstone. Flying within a storm was risky, even for dragons of Syrax's size. Visibility was limited, and the winds could make flying different. The dragonrider also becoming quickly soaked while flying at high speeds was a good way catch a chill.

It would not be long now. Rhaenyra knew from her own experience giving birth. The waves of discomfort had grown very close together. Rhaenyra looked on with interest. She didn't doubt Maester Gerardys, he had proven his worth, but so much screaming from Lyra made her wonder if something truly was wrong. Even with all the trouble during Laena's birth of Maegor, she wasn't as loud.

I do hope the next child is easier on Laena. She is early yet, but so desperately wants a son that Daemon will love.

Rhaenyra knew Maegor was a sweet child, and even a bit advanced for his tender age. But Daemon would never let him be heir of the Stepstones. The whole affair rubbed at an anxious wound for her. Why need a son at all? Why not have Baela be his heir? There had been no convincing Daemon, try to entice as they might, even after a particularly adventurous bout of lovemaking with the three of them, he was firm with his desires.

This led to the question of what was to be done with Maegor when he came of age. Rhaenyra hoped his early signs of quick-wittedness would lead to a love of learning. Becoming a Maester would solve their problems nicely. Rhaenyra and Laena had talked of having Maegor fostered somewhere too. Perhaps her sister Elaena would consent to that when he grew older. Her sister was always such an avid reader, and Elaena did not find Maegor's deformities a problem. Which was a rarity that otherwise would make other fostering options a difficulty.

She'll be getting wed soon, but after she settles down in a few years she may enjoy having a child to help raise prior to her own kids. Ah, so much is in flux, but it is something I will bring up with her.

"The child comes, one last push, my lady." Gerardys instructed.

"One more, love, you can do this." Harwin said, much to Rhaenyra's vexation.

Lyra preserved and soon a babe came out of her womb, taking her first breaths.

A daughter.

She wanted a daughter. The Gods had only graced her with sons. She would not change a single aspect of any of her sons, but she wanted a daughter. Badly. And now Lyra had one before her. Rhaenyra vowed then and there she would have a daughter by Harwin, and soon.

The Maester checked the babe and declared it healthy.

"Have you a name?"

Lyra looked at Harwin and then at Rhaenyra.

"Your Grace… would it be amiss if I named her Aemma?" Lyra asked.

Rhaenyra struggled to compose her features and respond kindly.

"I am honored of course, but it would feel odd to me to have a babe not of my blood bearing the same name as my mother."

Lyra looked down, still breathing heavy and evidently exhausted from her labors.

"Then… Harwin, do you have any objections to Melissa for a name?"

"It would be a fine name, Melissa Strong. A good name, yes, that will do." Harwin spoke in affirmation of the choice.

"Harwin, let your wife rest and tend to the babe in peace. I know shortly after my own labors I was quite exhausted."

Harwin looked torn. "Your Grace… might I spend a few more moments with my new daughter."

Rhaenyra smiled; it was a brittle smile. "Very well, come find me in my chambers when you are done."

She awaited Harwin. When he entered, she was on him an instant.

Harwin seemed a bit withdrawn, despite her amorous advances.

"Tell me you love me more than her. Tell me it." Rhaenyra demanded.

Harwin looked down.

"I love you, Rhaenyra. You are like a raging fire, a storm that ignites me." Harwin paused significantly. "Yet I cannot claim no feelings for Lyra. She is sweet, dutiful, and kind. She…"

Rhaenyra turned away, showing her back to him.

"Rhaenyra, please."

"I know this is unfair of me, Harwin. But I fear losing you. You know when I lay with Daemon or Laena, I will always come back to you. But you are not like them. The longer you are with Lyra, the more you care for her. I could not bear it if you asked us to stop being together. Can't you see that?"

Harwin's big hands found her shoulders.

"I will not go anywhere. I promise. I swear it upon the Old Gods and the New."

"Then prove it to me. Tell me you love me more than her. Put a child in me, a daughter of my own."

Rhaenyra made him say it several times. Each time she hoped it was true. Harwin was her everything, she needed him.

***

Lord Baldric Selmy had inherited his father's seat but a year ago. At 20, he was a man grown for four years now, but still felt unease at being in full command of Harvest Hall. Now, he had a royal visit from Princess Elaena. It was his task to host her, as well as several suitors from Marcher lords, and their knights.

The Stormlands was the last stop on Princess Elaena's much-talked marriage tour. Lord Selmy had put forward his name; it would be an incredible match if he were successful. His approach would be different than other suitors, but would that lead to success? Only time would tell.

Princess Elaena was prompt with her arrival, and pleasantries were exchanged along with formal guest right. The princess was elegant, even in dragon riding leathers. A feast had been prepared and the princess charmed his household. Time was allotted to each suitor, and he had the privilege of going first. He opted to suggest a ride, and Elaena agreed.

"Princess Elaena, what do you think of the Stormlands?" Baldric asked as they rode at a stately pace.

"A fine land. Much of it is not put to productive use, but that does allow Viktoriya ample hunting."

"True enough, we are not near so populous as the Reach or the Crownlands. Princess Elaena, I know you have been wooed by the great and mighty across the realm. I believe myself to be a skilled knight, a lord who can administer his lands properly, and always faithful to my vows. I seek your hand, not for your beauty, though you have that, not for your name, though it is indeed a grand legacy, but for your dragon."

Elaena seemed to appreciate directness. "You wish to have your children be dragonriders?"

"I would desire such a thing greatly. But that is not my aim. I am a Marcher lord; we have guarded these lands against Dornish incursion for centuries. Dorne has been quiet of late, but the memory of Ser Laenor will fade, and the Dornish will be back."

Elaena gazed at him with interest, he fully had her attention.

"I am told you have a love of flying. If you were wed to me, I would encourage you patrol the Dornish Marches. A bird's eye view would allow for unprecedent scouting potential."

Baldric gave a small chuckle.

"And from a distance, Viktoriya even looks a bit like Seasmoke! A marriage to you secures my people from our enemies for at least a generation, and if you do bear children, even longer."

The princess looked at him thoughtfully.

"The benefits for House Selmy are clear, and I do wish for peaceful relations with our neighbors, but I must ask. What do you offer in exchange?"

"Anything you desire."

Elaena blinked. "Say on."

"Anything you desire. Two uncles, and my grandsire have fought and died facing Dorne. I will commit to anything. If you are wed to me, you can do as you wish. No vows of marriage need hold you back from a carnal desire you may have, no expectation for birthing heirs, and no expense spared if you desire jewels or whatever else your heart my desire."

"Carnal desire?" Elaena asked with a hint of affront in her voice.

"I pray you take no offense, princess, but there are more than a few stories of Targaryen lusts. If you took all the bastards with Targaryen blood, you could create an army. The Conqueror married both of his sisters. My people are of the Andals and the First Men, not of Old Valyria. I make no accusation, though I am sure you are aware that many have made accusations toward some of your family. I am merely stating that I want you not as a dutiful wife, but as a dragonrider."

Elaena was nodding. "I take no offense; your meaning is clear. Your honesty and proposal are certainly unique. I will consider it carefully, as I have other suitors. I do have other questions for you…"

What followed next was an exhaustive, seemingly endless number of questions about him and his lands. From trade, local feuds, cooperation with the other Marcher houses, thoughts on a variety of subjects, and more. Baldric could sense every question being weighed by those unyielding blue eyes. The princess was knowledgeable on a variety of subjects.

It is astonishing, at but five-and-ten she carries herself like a Queen and a Maester bundled into one.

"You are one of my last stops, my lord. I will be winnowing the list of potential suitors rather swiftly. I do not wish to raise your hopes, but given the uniqueness of your proposal you have successfully differentiated yourself from your peers. You will join what I like to call my 'short-list' of candidates."

Baldric was pleasantly surprised. He wondered what specifically had done the trick. He hadn't brought up Rhaenyra's reputation directly, but the stories that filtered this far south were… outlandish. Dragonstone was said to be home to gatherings of highborn and smallfolk where Princess Rhaenyra slept with upwards of a dozen men. Ser Laenor was rumored to be a sword-swallower, who thought being married to a wanton harlot a terrific joke. Baldric had not taken those rumors to be true. Yet it was clear to all Rhaenyra's first three children were not Laenor's. It would be foolish to believe such a terror on the battlefield could be blind to something like that personally, so therefore it only made sense that his tastes ran differently.

Baldric found the whole concept tawdry. If Elaena was like her sister, he wouldn't be pleased by it, but he had been honest. He would hope it wouldn't be an open secret like Rhaenyra's circumstances, but he could bear the shame if it meant the Marchers would be safe from Dorne.

***

Borros Baratheon was impressed when Princess Elaena Targaryen arrived on time. The storm was still howling outside when the young princess entered his hall. Her silvery-white hair was drenched, and her leather boots squelched as she walked.

"Be welcome in my hall, Princess Elaena. We had thought you would be delayed by the weather."

"You have been gracious enough to host me, Lord Baratheon, I would not wish to seem ungrateful by lacking in punctuality."

He shook his head. "I would have made allowances for this ill-timed weather, and taken no insult. I do wish to be clear, princess, some of the suitors have not arrived yet. Do not take me for a Lannister, this is due to the harsh travel conditions. You are kin by marriage, and an honored guest."

Elaena nodded gracefully. "I understand, and take no umbrage with a small delay. It will give me a chance to speak with your lady wife about her thoughts on some of the suitors ahead of time."

"A fine plan, I will have a servant see to your rooms and have the cooks prepare a simple meal that me and my wife will accompany you at. We will have a proper welcoming feast on the morrow with the knights and nobles who are here."

Borros watched the King's daughter depart. She moved with an easy grace that was more than the courtly kind. He was of the opinion that noble women were suited for childbearing, looking pretty, and attending to social gatherings. Elenda, his wife, also ensured the serving staff did their duties. And yet, Borros knew that Targaryen women were cut from a different cloth. Dragonriders were a breed of their own.

The quiet meal with the princess was time for him to air out some of his grievances. He would not seek to shame her in front of his vassals, particularly because the fault was not hers, but her Targaryen kin.

"Princess Elaena, why is it that you are the first visitor from the royal family in… how many years? I fear I've lost count."

Elenda gave him a look, but Elaena did not seem overly bothered by his directness.

"It is not a slight against you; I can assure you of that. The royal family concerns itself with King's Landing, Dragonstone, and Driftmark due to their nearness to each other. You have had no fewer visits than Casterly Rock, High Garden, or Riverrun."

"Yes, and that is why I am so wronged. I am kin, they are not. My aunt married into the Targaryen family and beget Rhaenys, yet that event seems to have been forgotten by the crown."

Elaena looked him in the eye. "I will pass along the message to my family that you wish to rekindle familial bonds. For my part, regardless of my chosen suitor, I intend to return within a year and I will endeavor to be accompanied."

"Good, good." Borros replied, satisfied for the moment.

"Elaena, how was your stay at Harvest Hall?" Elenda asked, smoothly changing the subject.

"It was quite intriguing. Lord Baldric was quite impressive, and I will consider his suit carefully. He also shared concerns he had about the Dornish."

Borros took a hefty swallow of his wine. "He's young, but he already knows his duty. The Dornish are a rotten people. They are poisoners, and carry on in all manner of foulness. We are the first line of defense against their predation. They've been quiet since your good-brother sank a large portion of their navy, but never think the threat is gone."

"What do you think the crown should do to ensure Dorne does not become adventurous?" Elaena asked.

"Ah, hmm, well it is hard to say. We never know in what manner their vileness will take. Will it be sinking our vessels? Will it be poison in our wine? Will it be raids across the border? Or all out war? The Dornish are tricky. Which is why we spend good coin keeping the border well defended. The crown could take that into consideration. I'm not one for counting coppers, but less of a burden on us given what we have to deal with when it comes to paying into the royal treasury…"

Borros saw Elaena politely nod. "I was more curious on why this conflict can't find a resolution. It would be better to have peaceful neighbors than it would to constantly be looking over your shoulder."

The Lord of Storm's End gave a belly laugh. "And it would be better to not have the accursed foul weather. But some things are impossible, good weather in the Stormlands and friendly Dornish neighbors are two."

"I respectfully disagree, my lord. The Dornish are people, motivated by their wants and desires. We merely need to show them how profitable it can be to be good partners, and how dire it could be to have us as enemies. The might and prowess of you and the Stormlands provide the latter, but I find the former lacking."

Borros gave a small grunt. He appreciated the esteem the princess held the Stormlands, but she was also naïve about the Dornish. They were not like regular people. He did not wish to cause offense, so held back the retort.

"How would you suggest we prove to be good partners?" Lady Elenda asked.

"I have some ideas. Bringing them into the fold culturally by inviting their knights and warriors to our tournaments, creating joint trading ventures where profits are divided, expanding our banking presence, and possibly marriages." Elaena replied.

Borros rubbed his chin. It would be all for naught in the end, but they weren't awful ideas. The idea of being able to trounce a Dornish knight in a tourney was quite appealing really. On the other hand there would also be the worry over poisoned spear tips. Not at all a pleasant prospect.

"Does Viserys intend to try these?"

"He is pondering his options. My father would like the Maesters to record him as Viserys the Peaceful, and he is eager to have good relations with all. Dorne and Essos."

Borros didn't share his true feelings about such a weak title as 'Peaceful'– but again he would not be foolish enough to denigrate the King's ideas in front of his daughter. Talk continued, and Borros wished he had a son to marry the princess. Whoever she chose would be fortunate.

***

Viserys was keen to hear his daughter's selection. She had arrived a scant hour ago and was changing out of her dragon-riding leathers. Alicent was next to him, fidgeting slightly. She was probably just as eager as he was to hear.

Elaena was announced by Ser Steffon Darklyn.

"Father, mother, it is good to see you are both well."

Elaena embraced her mother first, then Viserys. He felt a renewed surge of vigor at his daughter's touch. He was so unbearably proud of her; the very sight of her filled him with joy. She had grown over the years, and was no longer a tiny princess though it looked like she wouldn't quite reach Rhaenyra's height.

"Welcome home. Come sit, we are both eager to hear of your choice."

Elaena smiled. "Before making the decision, I wished to consult with you, and the rest of my family. More than just that, I want you to meet them. I would also like to spend a bit more time with the final candidates before making the selection."

Viserys clapped his hands. "That is a wonderful idea. Who are your selections?"

"And when will they be arriving?" Alicent asked.

"I intend to fly them on dragonback, which is also part of my test to see how much they truly wish to have my hand. I will not have much use for a husband who is craven."

Viserys chuckled. As far as tests went, that was quite a difficult one.

"As to whom I have selected, I have narrowed it down to six. One from each of the kingdoms, save for the Iron Islands and the Crownlands. From the North, I have selected Ser Medrick Manderly. He is courtly, a skilled knight, took the courting process seriously, and is heir to House Manderly. I have many ideas on how to improve the North's situation, and I believe it would be a worthy challenge to ensure adequate food even in the longest of winters."

Alicent murmured, "But it is so far away…"

"Indeed, that is a difficulty, and Viktoriya does not like the cold. Those are major detriments to Ser Medrick's suit. Moving on to the Vale, I have selected Hamish Arryn, of the Gulltown Arryns. He introduced me to the game of Cyvasse, and I will always be in his debt for that. Hamish has a keen intellect, and his family has significant say in the trade that flows through Gulltown."

"Hamish Arryn? He's younger than you and not yet a knight. You can select him if you choose, my daughter, but I feel you can do better." Viserys said bluntly.

The princess nodded her head. "Thank you for your perspective, after you've had a chance to meet all the suitors, I'll have you rank them."

"Rank them?" Alicent asked with a bit of incredulousness in her voice.

"Yes, from favorite to least favorite. I can choose to dismiss everyone's thoughts on the matter, but I'd like to numerically plot out each candidate. How they get along with the people I cherish most in this world, is a factor I am considering."

"A bit… odd, but then you've always had your own way of going about things! To the realm's betterment. Very well, go on, who are your other options?"

"From the Riverlands, Forrest Frey. He stands to inherit the Twins, and he has a strong understanding of how trade flows through his lands. Forrest is perceptive, and sharp. Even as I studied him, he studied me, it was… refreshing to see what he picked up on. He has a genuine fascination and love of dragons. I believe he would get along well with our family."

Viserys and Alicent both nodded, and Elaena continued.

"From the Westerlands, I have chosen Kevan Lefford. Golden Tooth is extremely wealthy. It also borders the Riverlands, and great volumes of trade flow between those two kingdoms. Kevan and I share similar perspectives, and I thoroughly enjoyed both of my stays at Golden Tooth."

Viserys struggled to keep a frown from his face. Jason Lannister had proven to be such a poor host that Elaena had left early. His Master-of-Whisperers had shared that there was some game of intrigue taking place in the Westerlands and that his daughter had been caught up in it. The pittance of gold he had sent as an apology had been an acceptable gesture, but the King would be having words in person with Jason when the royal weddings took place.

"For the Reach, Ser Alan Beesbury is my selection. He is an earnest young man. I am a friend and confidant of his grandfather, and he has some unique ideas swimming around in his mind. I also would enjoy being near the Citadel. They have a great many texts that I have yet to peruse through."

Alicent shook her head. "You and your books! You were reading almost as soon as you could walk."

Viserys chuckled. That was their Elaena. He found texts that had information of Old Valyria fascinating, but when it came to other ones, it was easier to have someone else read it and summarize for him.

"And the Stormlands?"

"Lord Baldric Selmy. He…" Elaena actually had her cheeks pink a bit, "well he and I have an understanding about certain matters that pleased me."

Alicent sharply inhaled, "You haven't…"

Elaena's eyes whipped to her mother's. "If you are suggesting I compromised my virtue, please, mother, I would not do such a thing. We did speak about certain concerns I had— argh, I will not speak on every part of my thoughts! As I was saying, he has made a tempting offer. He understands the value of dragons, and since I enjoy flying so often, he wishes to bend that to productive ends in scouting the Dornish border near his lands. If I select him. Economically speaking, Harvest Hall is not a major power, so that is a mark against that selection."

Alicent pursed her lips. "That is far too dangerous, what was Lord Selmy thinking of even bringing that up? He would put his lady wife to work in reconnaissance? Shameful."

Viserys patted her hand. "A dragonrider can fly far higher than any bow can reach. Fret not, if Elaena chooses Baldric, I am sure she will be safe."

His wife didn't look convinced, but she let the matter drop. No doubt she would rank Lord Baldric low. Viserys was rather amused by how methodically his daughter was approaching this. It was unique to be sure, but given the importance of the decision he could not fault it.

"Fine choices all, my daughter. Isn't Viktoriya still a bit small to have a tandem rider over such a long distance?"

Elaena shrugged. "Viktoriya can do it."

He would take her at her word. It would be interesting to meet the prospective suitors. Learning more about them would also allow him to determine what kind of role he would like them to assume in King's Landing. He had no desire to have Elaena live half a continent away from him!

Failninjaninja · Sunday at 7:45 PM

A big thank you to @MARch_Of_Time for proofreading! It goes beyond just proofreading - super helpful all around in improving these chapters!

Chapter 25

"Okay, gentlemen. Time to give these goobs some learning!" - From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 3

"Your Grace, the proposed cost of the twin weddings, the seven days of feasting, the free food and wine given to the city, and the grand tournament will be costly. The treasury can bear it, but perhaps it would be wise to have some restraint." Rhaenys counseled her cousin, the King.

Rhaenys was now an advisor on the small council. She was not given a formal title but was welcome all the same. The small council was heavily in favor of the Greens, with only the inscrutable Larys Strong and Lyman Beesbury as a counterweight. Rhaenys didn't truly trust Larys either; the man liked to insinuate the worst possible scenarios.

This time, none on the council seemed to be concerned with spending coin. Even Lyman had opined that a dual royal wedding should be expensive and that he would find the coin necessary no matter what. Hightower agreed and suggested that additional funding for the Waywardens, roads, and new vessels could be delayed a year. Tyland Lannister boasted that an event like this would facilitate trade, renew bonds, and strengthen the realm.

She had argued against such largess, but even the Grand Maester had urged the realm to be spendthrift:

"Your Grace, many important dignitaries from Essos will be arriving as well. We would not want them to think us niggardly. The realm has prospered over the last decade; let us flaunt the wealth your wise policies have created."

And so Rhaenys found herself with the King as he worked on his great diorama of Old Valyria, with the hopes of persuading him once more.

"Have we not already discussed this at length, my dear Rhaenys? This is a time for much celebration and joy. Oh, don't give me that look. Out with it, say your piece fully, and then I will make my decision. Once made, I will not have you hectoring me further."

"As you say, Your Grace. I see three areas where we can be less wasteful. The first, free wine for hundreds of thousands of smallfolk is not only an absurd extravagance, it will make the Gold Cloaks job significantly harder and more dangerous. I will remind you that the city will swell far past its normal population with these events going on."

She took a breath, and continued.

"Secondly, the prizes for the tournament winners are greater than usual, and with so many additional events, they are greater in number. The purpose of prizes for tournaments is to inspire knights to make the journey and participate. They will already be here. There is little need to further entice participants."

Viserys had stopped fiddling with one of the figures, and was fully listening now.

"Third, we can limit the number of frivolous oddities. Fire swallowers, jugglers, and musicians are well and good. But do we need a pair of elephants from Essos? Or a weaver of shadows from Asshai? Or dancing bears? A multitude of dragons flying above King's Landing should impress one and all."

Rhaenys took a final deep breath. "Viserys, I know how much these weddings mean to you. And we do have the coin. But a wise steward prepares for the worst. What if we have a longer than normal winter? What if the Triarchy or Dorne become adventurous again? We can have the grandest of weddings Westeros has ever seen, and make these proposed changes."

Viserys frowned. "I… suppose some restraint may be in order. I'll make a deal with you, cousin. Go visit Lord Borros in Storm's End. My daughter tells me he is perturbed and feels forgotten by his royal kin. While you are there in the Stormlands, have Lord Baldric Selmy fly with you on Meleys to Dragonstone."

Rhaenys was caught off guard.

"What? Why… one thing a time. If it means showing mercy to the treasury's finances, I have no qualms about meeting with Borros. Why am I flying Lord Baldric to Dragonstone?"

"Excellent! I'm glad you agreed. I can't promise I will take all three of your suggestions to heart, but at least one of them will be done."

Rhaenys both loved and hated how Viserys ruled. He was the King. He could have easily demanded Rhaenys do so. Still, his openness to negotiation allowed her to press forward with what she thought was best for the realm.

"As for Lord Selmy, well, he is one of the finalists for Elaena's hand. She wishes for her prospective suitors to meet her family."

"It is rare for those not of our family to ride double on a dragon. It can be done, of course. But such an event is quite harrowing for one not used to flying."

Maester Gerardys had been most shaken by his flight with Rhaenyra and Syrax.

"To be sure, I reason that my clever daughter wishes to use that as a test of their fortitude."

Rhaenys nodded, that was sound logic, and was the sort of unusual thinking Princess Elaena was known for.

"I will gladly do so, though that seems to be two favors I will be granting. Perhaps you can at the least take two of my three suggestions to heart."

Viserys sighed. "Oh, very well. But if any other houses wish to follow the Lannister footsteps and donate to the weddings… we will use that coin to make it exceedingly splendid."

Rhaenys would take the victories she could. They spoke a bit more about the possible matches for Elaena, a subject that Viserys took to with relish. Rhaenys did not like several of the options, and without knowing them more closely she already was gravitating to Lord Baldric or Ser Alan Beesbury.

The whole affair from a certain light was rather amusing. Rhaenyra had handled her own tour in a lackadaisical manner, whereas Elaena was… regimented. The thoroughness of her process for choosing a spouse was almost unheard of. Rhaenys hoped she found what she was looking for, and that the match helped strengthen Rhaenyra's eventual rule.

***

Forrest Frey was delighted to learn he was the top contender of the Riverlands. It was quite the honor. Best of all he would be riding a dragon! Elaena would naturally be the one commanding Viktoriya, it was impossible for anyone other than that family to ride those magnificent creatures.

When Elaena landed, Forrest rushed to her.

"Princess Elaena, you have no idea how thrilled I am to be able to ride the magnificent Viktoriya."

Elaena smiled at him. "And here you had me believing your joy would stem from distinguishing yourself amongst all your peers and lords. Enough so to be one of only six I deemed worthy candidate for the second round of my courtship endeavors.

Forrest laughed. "That too, but can you fault a man for being enthusiastic to fly?"

She shook her head. "No, I cannot. Flying is an unforgettable experience. Here, let me show you how the chains attach to you. You fit this belt around your waist, and then it is hooked here, and here. This makes it impossible, save for the leather snapping, for you to fall."

Though the saddle was like a horse's, it was also quite different. His legs didn't go fully around the waist of the dragon, for even at Viktoriya's young age, that was impossible. He ran his hands across the scales of the dragon and tried to steady his thundering heartbeat. This was truly happening.

"Are you ready?" Elaena asked as she mounted. He was keenly aware that their bodies were in closer contact than they had been during her visit.

The princess gave no discernable signal, no command in the ancient Dragon Lords' language, no whip, or spur was noticeable. Viktoriya simply took a pair of steps and unfurled her wings and rose into the sky. Forrest knew he was chained to the dragon itself, but that didn't stop him from trying to grab onto the saddle. His breath caught in his chest, but then a massive grin began to dominate his face.

"YAAAHHHHHHOOOOOO!" He cried with sheer joy.

It was incredible to Forrest. They were now higher than the Twins; those formidable towers looked like toy blocks from the height they were at. It was all incredibly beautiful, so beyond anything he had ever seen. Viktoriya banked toward the south and Forrest marveled at the experience.

The temperature for one was surprising. He could feel the heat from the dragon on lower portions of his body. At the same time he felt that the higher they went, the cooler it became. The wind also played a factor, but the way Viktoriya kept her neck up prevented it from striking him in the face directly.

"This is incredible!" Forrest shouted above said wind.

"Yes, yes, it is." Elaena replied.

For hours, Forrest did nothing but admire the view from on high. Time passed as they sped over Westeros and he could feel his body stiffen a bit.

"Will we make the trip in one go?"

"That is my plan, ser, but if you need relieve yourself, we can rest for a time."

"When will we arrive in King's Landing?"

"Well past nightfall."

Forrest opted to take a break a few hours later. It felt grand to stretch his legs and make water. Elaena handed him some strips of dried meat and he felt quite refreshed for the next leg of their journey. Once back into the skies, he realized something.

"Princess, did you fly non-stop to the Twins? Have you not had any rest?"

"I am used to flying for long hours. Do not worry, I shan't fall asleep while we are in the air."

Forrest laughed. He was impressed by her endurance. By his calculations she will have been flying for near 30 hours.

"Are all dragons this fast?"

"No. Only Meleys is faster, but I suspect an excursion like this would require the Red Queen to rest and gorge on food before being able to complete it. Viktoriya is quite talented at conserving her energy while still sailing through air at near her maximum swiftness."

Forrest was once more impressed. He couldn't wait to meet the rest of her family, and hopefully their dragons too!

***

Flying on a dragon had been utterly terrifying. It had been enough to almost call the whole bid for Elaena's hand off, but he would not lose out by being a craven. Once they soared high in the sky, it became less worrisome. Hamish had not understood why, only that his mind was more relaxed when he was over ten times as high as the tallest tower he had ever been on.

He recalled shakily dismounting from Viktoriya. From there, he was given a chance to freshen up, and then he was being introduced to the King. Viserys had been kind, even if Hamish felt as if he was being dismissed as a serious contender as a prospective groom for Elaena.

After their brief meeting, Elaena was gone, off to pick up another one of her suitors, and he was left with the princes, Aegon and Aemond.

"We hear you taught our sister Cyvasse. And she taught us. Care to see how well you compare to us?" Aemond asked him.

Hamish smiled, "Of course, my prince. I would be delighted to play."

The first match was against Aegon. Aegon started with a blistering attack. Hamish had to credit him for his boldness, especially with the use of his dragon. However, he lacked experience, and soon the attack faltered and the ensuing response from Hamish saw him defeated.

Aegon looked frustrated, and Hamish hoped he had made the right decision in going for the win. The prince mastered his features, and then gave him a nod.

"You play well, congratulations on your victory."

"Thank you. It is to be expected since I have been playing for years."

Aegon nodded and stood up, allowing Aemond to take his place.

The screen partitioning the two sides came up, and Hamish arrayed his pieces for defense. If the older brother had been that aggressive, the younger was surely even more hot-tempered. When both had completed their setup, the blind was removed and Hamish's eyes widened in surprise.

Aemond's setup was not aggressive at all. The King was not as well guarded as it could be, but his major pieces were concentrated in the center of his side.

Bait?

They began to exchange moves, and Aemond played with brutal pragmatism. When Hamish had been introduced to the game, it had been described as a simulacrum of war. Cyvasse could not incorporate variables such as morale and logistics, two things Hamish had read were absolutely critical for any commander to consider, but it could approximate tactics and strategy.

With that in mind, players often arrayed their pieces like an army marching and then fought on the board of Cyvasse that way. Not so with Aemond. He moved his elephant forward, knowing it was lost. And yet, by doing it, created an exchange of pieces that left Hamish down a rabble, a light horse, and both spearmen units. Whereas Aemond had lost an elephant and both of his rabble.

Hamish frowned. Another exchange took place, his position was advancing on Aemond's King, but Aemond continued to send out lone units that were well defended if Hamish moved to take those pieces. But he didn't need to take those pieces, and so he did not. Soon Aemond's pieces were scattered in odd directions, and could not easily assist against Hamish's assault on the King.

Play continued and Hamish moved his hand to pick up his dragon – and then paused. He saw in the nick of time just what Aemond was doing. They looked haphazardly placed, but they weren't. Aemond's pieces were perfectly aligned to counterattack, and do so faster than he could. Realizing the ploy, Hamish accepted a trade of Aemond's cavalry units and the threat passed.

Aemond shifted in his seat, a slight frown came upon his features. Without the mobility of the cavalry, his counterattack couldn't work. And when Hamish pushed forward, Aemond's King was lost after another series of moves.

"Well played, my prince. I almost didn't see your strategy."

"Again." Aemond demanded.

Hamish was weary. "Perhaps on the morrow?"

"No, we will play again now."

His brother intervened. "Don't be vexed with your loss Aemond." Aegon looked to Hamish, "My brother is only used to losing to Elaena."

"Elaena is quite good, she picked up the game with astonishing speed. Her attacks are brilliant. I look forward to playing more with her when she returns, but it would be good to rest for the moment. Matching wits with both of you has wearied me."

Aemond stiffly rose. "Fine then. But on the morrow, we play again."

Hamish bowed his head and left the brothers to retire to his room. He wasn't sure what Elaena had in store for all her chosen set of suitors, but he had been told he would be in King's Landing or Dragonstone for at least a month. He was curious if the other suitors knew Cyvasse, as that would be a way to showcase his ability. However if it came to contests of martial skill, he was likely the least suited of them. Either way, merely being a finalist will have brought honor to the Gulltown Arryns, and improve his own marriage prospects if this one fell through.

Elaena would be my preferred choice. With our two minds, what can't we accomplish?

***

Kevan was disquieted by the experience of flying. If he did wed Elaena, it would be something he would need to get used to. He had very nearly lost his breakfast, but had managed to keep it down. The view from on high was incredible, and the old saying about how Targaryens are closer to Gods than men made sense to him fully for the first time. How could arrogance not swell in the breast of a dragonrider?

He had spent little time with Elaena after the flight. She was off for a brief period of rest, and then intended to fly to the North. He was to be left on the island, a guest to the Lady of Dragonstone, the heir of the Seven Kingdoms, Rhaenyra Targaryen. Her beauty was more mature than Elaena's and she clearly weighed more than half again as much as her younger sister. Their hair was similar, as was their blemish-free skin. Their eyes were different; the purple of Rhaenyra's eyes was a fascinating hue, so much so that Kevan had to catch himself and refrain from staring at them.

He also met Baldric Selmy, the Lord of Harvest Hall, and his competition for Elaena's hand. Laenor Velaryon, the infamous Dark Storm spoken of in hushed whispers, was also there to greet him, and Kevan found himself rather surprised by the ruthless warrior's otherwise courtly bearing and relaxed poise.

What was I truly thinking? That he would be some ogre kept on a loose tether ready to maim and kill at a moment's notice? Laenor is nobility, his ruthlessness on the field of battle need not carry over into daily life.

Princess Rhaenyra had decided for a more intimate dinner, and Kevan found himself eating with her and her husband as well as Lord Harwin and Lady Lyra. Baldric was there as well, bringing the number to six at the large table they shared. The food was plentiful, and delicious.

Rhaenyra was eying Kevan and Baldric closely.

"Tell me, what attracted you to my sister?"

Baldric spoke up first. "I thought of my house and its nearness to Dorne. Having a dragon, one that looks so similar to Seasmoke, at least from a distance, will do much to keep my people safe."

Rhaenyra shook her head slightly. "Surely you are stirred by more than duty. My sister is growing into a stunning young woman."

Baldric froze for a moment, but then nodded. "Yes, of course, that went without saying so I did not mention it."

Harwin and Laenor both looked at each other and gave a chuckle.

Kevan thought that a good moment to join the conversation.

"It is the way she carries herself. She could be dressed in rags, but all would know her as royalty. She draws the eye, and when she speaks, you cannot help but be captivated. Beyond a picturesque face, her blue eyes are windows to a mind that is keener than any I have encountered."

Kevan felt pretty good about that, he had practiced that line once he knew he would be meeting Elaena's family.

Lyra Strong smiled at him. "Well spoken, ser!"

The Lady of Harrenhal's support was gratifying, but it was Rhaenyra whose support most likely mattered. And a flash of irritation had appeared and then disappeared from her face.

But why?

"Yes, perhaps pleasant words are a way to my sister's heart, or maybe not. In truth, my little sister has always been a mystery to me. She is as delicate as they come, but faces her fears even though they make her physically ill. I would think that she would want a man of valor at her side, what deeds have you each done to earn your knighthoods?"

Kevan found the notion that Elaena was delicate odd, for she seemed to possess a firmness of character and a confidence that was inherent. Had she been sickly as a child? He noticed too that Laenor's gaze had sharpened at Rhaenyra's question.

Naturally, talk of deeds would have stirred the Dark Storm.

Unfortunately, he did not have any.

"My Master-at-Arms was impressed with my skill. We had just held a tournament amongst our household knights and I had proven the victor. He knighted me on the spot."

That all was true… and he was not an incompetent, but he had been allowed to win. He would never be likely to win a tournament. He excelled much more in administrative tasks entrusted to him throughout his father's lands. Sadly, excellent stewardship of entire lordly holdings did not a valorous knight or wonderous tale make. And regardless, judging by his many conversations with Elaena during her stays at his home, she much more valued the complex 'competition' of economics, politics, and trade over anything as simplistic as a tournament.

Baldric replied more confidently. "I was on patrol as a squire to one of knights sworn to Harvest Hall. We were attacked by Dornish bandits. My ser was injured in the fall, but I managed to pull him to safety and kill two of the scum who tried to finish him off. Neither was good with the blade, but I was knighted all the same."

Rhaenyra looked at Baldric as she finished a handful of grapes.

"Well done ser, have you had further encounters since?"

"Aye, Your Grace. The Martells claim that it is not their men, but mere bandits, but I think not. They are ever a thorn in our side. What your husband did scared them off for a time, but like rodents to cheese, they always return."

"Perhaps we should send Laenor to Sunspear and set that to rights!" Harwin lifted a cup in toast to Laenor.

Kevan hesitated, but then spoke up. This was a topic he felt he could make an impression with.

"No, we should be looking to make a sustainable peace with Dorne. Butchery against Dorne did not work for Aegon the Conqueror, and please do not take offense, ser, but it will not work for you either."

Kevan couldn't quite decipher the unreadable look he was getting from Laenor.

Baldric turned to look at him. "Easy to say from the Westerlands. You do not know the Dornish like we do."

"Ultimately people, lowborn and highborn, act on their desires. Nobles may act out of pride, a sense of justice, religious fervor, their passions, and more. Find what Dorne wants, and come to a negotiated solution for there to be peace, a lasting one." Kevan replied.

Kevan saw Rhaenyra lick her lips, as she watched the conversation with interest.

"You have never fought them, nor have you fought men actively trying to kill you. I have no quarrel with you, but until you have done either, your words are wind on the matter."

Kevan had somewhat of a leg up over the other suitors. Elaena had stayed at Golden Tooth twice, once on her initial visit and then secondly upon her sudden departure from Casterly Rock. He had learned much about what drove the young woman. She believed that nearly all conflict could be solved if people simply behaved rationally, that it was just about creating conditions where conflict would not benefit.

Kevan shook his head sadly. "If that is your attitude, I have no doubt you will not be selected as Princess Elaena's husband. Like her father, she believes the crown should seek peace."

The table moved a bit, someone had knocked it with their leg. Kevan noticed Laenor staring at him. He suddenly felt very out of place, and some of his strength fled him.

"You are… so… mistaken." Laenor said in a strained voice.

Kevan was worried now on two fronts. One, he was supposed to be making a good impression, not vexing her good-brother! And second, perhaps more pressing, while Laenor had seemed courtly and even jovial, he had to remember this was the man who had massacred thousands. Gods, was the Dark Storm even now, with visible determination, attempting to restrain his murderous instincts?

The princess put her hand over Laenor's.

"It is all right, Laenor." Rhaenyra soothed.

"Laenor, Ser Kevan may even have the right of it. Just because what you did was necessary, doesn't mean our gentle Elaena would agree." Harwin added.

Laenor stood up swiftly and Kevan flinched. Even Baldric, who would clearly not be the subject of his ire, reacted and his hand grasped the hilt of his belt knife.

"Your pardon, but I need some air. I'll be taking Seasmoke for a fly."

Kevan could not place the emotion behind Laenor's voice, but he was thankful the oppressive air of danger departed with the Dark Storm's exit. All the same, the young lord could not help the twinge of fear that ran down his spine at those words. Lyra Strong also had a look of relief on her face.

"My apologies for any offense I may have caused." Kevan said after Laenor had departed.

Rhaenyra gestured with her hand, "'Tis not an issue. My husband is rarely bothered by words; do not worry, he is not one to hold a grudge. In truth, it is well that you have boldness in your convictions."

"Yet he is still wrong." Baldric commented. "The Dornish can only be brought to heel by strength. The attacks along the Marches were curtailed only after Ser Laenor reminded them how deadly a dragonrider can be."

They discussed the matter further. Kevan noticed that Rhaenyra was content with watching him and Baldric debate the merits of the use of dragons against Dorne. Harwin added his thoughts on occasion, and Lyra simply watched and picked at her food. He thought the merits of his argument were better, but his own lack of experience in the Marches put him on the backfoot.

Not the best first start, to say the least, but I'll be here for a couple of weeks, and then it is on to King's Landing. Time enough to mend relations with Laenor.

***

Alan was a bundle of nerves. The flight on dragonback had been an experience. The feeling of helplessness so high above the ground was not a pleasant one. He had confided in his grandfather about how unnerved it had made him. Alan had been told it would probably get better in time, and if not, it might not be a full impediment to the match.

The next task before him was to make a favorable impression on Elaena's family. That could be difficult given the politics involved. Lyman was staunchly in favor of Rhaenyra, and one would have to be blind to not see the two major factions within King's Landing. Which made things even more awkward when he received an invitation to have lunch with Queen Alicent and Princess Helaena.

Of course he couldn't refuse, and so he found himself in from of Ser Criston Cole. Cole was an experienced knight, a man nearing forty, but looked nary a day over thirty. He was considered the most dangerous man on the Kingsguard, and a potential future Lord Commander, as well as the Queen's sworn shield.

"Ser Criston, it is an honor."

The man held his gaze for several moments and then announced him to the Queen who invited him in. The room held a table already laden with food. The Queen was slender and dressed in green. She wore a necklace in the shape of a seven-pointed star. It was said that Queen Alicent was pious by nature.

The princess did not look much like Alicent. Her hair was the Targaryen coloring, and her features were less sharp. Her lilac eyes seemed unfocused, even when she greeted him.

"Ser Alan Beesbury. I have been looking forward to speaking with you."

"And I, you, princess." Alan turned to the Queen, "And you, Your Grace."

That had been made a bit awkward. Normally, he should have greeted the Queen first, but that would have meant ignoring Helaena's greeting. The Queen gestured for him to sit, and he did so. A serving maid came and offered him Arbor Gold or mead. He opted for the mead.

"I visited Honeyholt twice when I was girl. How fare your family lands?"

"They prosper, as does the realm. Your husband has built upon the foundation King Jaehaerys the Conciliator laid down. Trade expands, and the kingsroad has never been safer. I believe we have your brother to thank for that!"

Flattery could only help, right?

"Thank you. Ser Gwayne is dutiful, and the Waywardens have been thorough in defending the smallfolk and the crown's interests alike." Alicent replied.

Helaena was staring at him.

"Alan, are there different kinds of bees? Or are they all the same?" Helaena asked.

"There are different kinds. But in our family lands a particular kind is what we specialize in, the ones that make the sweetest honey."

"Do you get stung often?"

"No, I don't often work with the bees myself. They don't sting that often either, only when threatened."

"Can –"

Helaena wanted to continue questioning him, but her mother interjected.

"Helaena, stop asking silly questions. You can ask the Maester during your lessons if it interests you so much. We are here to get to know your sister's suitor."

"I don't mind answering her questions, Your Grace."

"No, you'll answer mine."

Alan nodded, ignoring the downcast look from the princess. She seemed younger than her age of two-and-ten, whereas her half-sister seemed older and more mature than someone just shy of turning six-and-ten.

"You are a knight, and therefore an ardent follower of the Seven. Is that so?"

"Yes, Your Grace."

"Do you attend holy services often?"

"I cannot claim to attend every seventh day. But I have never missed Feast Day of Our Father Above."

Alicent nodded. "The Father is just. Would you be faithful to your wife, or do you have a straying eye?"

That question caught Alan off guard. The faith of the Seven spoke of women violating marriage vows, but not men, save in the case of men knowingly laying with a married woman. Men had needs, and so long as it was not flaunted, it was something most women were expected to turn a blind eye to. Alan had visited brothels, though it wasn't something he indulged in overfrequently.

"Your Grace, your daughter is here with us, I do not feel comfortable speaking about such a thing."

Alicent blinked in surprise.

"A simple yes or no is quite sufficient."

"Ah, well, no I do not intend to stray."

"Do you have any natural born children?" Alicent asked.

He was astonished at the brazen questions the Queen was asking of him.

"No, Your Grace."

"What is your opinion of the baseborn? Can they be trusted?"

Alan tapped his foot nervously as he thought about the question.

"I believe any can receive the blessing of the Seven. Bastards are oft born with little, not even a name. I suspect that for some of them, this may mean they are more likely to grasp what isn't theirs. But I would not distrust simply for who their parents were."

Alicent was eyeing him. She thrust another pointed question in his direction.

"If my daughter were to birth a child not from your loins, what would you do?"

Alan's ears reddened. "Princess Elaena would never…"

"Of course she wouldn't. I am asking you to consider an impossibility, but I would hear your answer nonetheless."

"Well. I. Well, I would need to understand the circumstances. If some brute accosted her and forced himself upon her, it would be no fault of hers. If she slept with someone willingly… I would need to set her aside."

Alicent took a sip of her wine.

"So, you would not wish to have another man's child inherit Honeyholt?"

"No, Your Grace."

"If you are chosen by my daughter, you have the good fortune to never have to worry about such a thing. Elaena is dutiful, and would never stoop so low. I think you would agree that any woman who spat on the Seven by violating their vows is not fit to run a noble house."

"As you say, Your Grace."

Alan knew what she was getting at now, but could not believe the audacity to do so in such a blatant manner. In front of the Princess Helaena as well! It was somewhat of an open secret that Princess Rhaenyra had given birth to sons that were not Laenor's. To even suggest it to others was tantamount to treason.

Alicent let the silence build, seeing if he would say more. When he did not, she took a bite of the spiced heron and resumed her questioning.

"Have you an able steward in Honeyholt? I know your father passed some years ago, making you the heir. With your grandfather serving on the small council, and you here; I must wonder."

"Yes, we do. My grandfather has always had able stewards, and I scarcely have to do much other than handle disputes that may arise."

"If you wed my daughter, could you see yourself living in King's Landing for a time, even years?"

"That would depend on what Elaena would want. I would not be opposed."

"Good. Now…"

Alicent proceeded to ask several more questions. Though not blood-related, Alan could tell where Elaena had learned how to barrage someone with inquires!

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A special thank you to @MARch_Of_Time for their proofreading assistance!

Chapter 26

"When it comes to thinking up strategies, the more heads the merrier. The issue is, once a singular goal is set, there can be only one head that commands the beast." - From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 10

Medrick checked the blow from Baldric on his shield with a grimace. The lord from the Stormlands was strong. Though of even height, Baldric was built like an ox, and Medrick thought that a man that muscular should at least be slower for it, but that was not at all the case.

Keenly aware that both princesses Rhaenyra and Elaena were watching, he took a backstep then launched his own assault with the tourney sword upon Baldric. Baldric weathered the storm and the two fought in earnest, back and forth.

Medrick felt he had the edge on skill, his placement of blows was better, his use of spacing allowing him to make his movement more compact, efficient, and yet he was losing the bout. Skill, experience, and expertise mattered, but in the armored battles of Westeros strength and endurance were just as important.

If he was to win, he needed to trick his opponent into making a mistake. With a cry, he launched himself forward with an obvious overhanded attack. Baldric stepped into the attack and smashed the hilt of his blade forward toward Medrick's head. Medrick titled his head to the side and the bigger man brought the hilt down hard on his shoulder before Medrick could use his shield to push Baldric away. The layers of steel and the gambeson underneath prevented the blow from causing a broken bone or even more than light bruising, but the power of the strike collapsed his balance and Medrick found himself falling to the ground.

Medrick went with the blow, hit the ground, rolled away and brought up his blade in an upward slice that Baldric parried with ease. Baldric went on the offensive as Medrick tried every trick and battle tactic he could think of to try to prevent the onslaught. Unbalanced and backfooted as he was, he could not stop the inexorable advance and soon Baldric had him down.

"Well fought!" Joffrey Lonmouth called out and ensured that both fighters were not injured.

Baldric held out his hand, and Medrick took it and allowed himself to be helped to his feet.

"The reputation of the Marcher Lords is not misplaced." Medric complimented.

"My thanks."

Rhaenyra and Elaena were walking down the steps.

"A well fought victory! Lord Baldric you should leave the Stormlands more often and compete in the King's Landing tourneys. I would adore seeing you thrash Ser Criston."

Medrick frowned at that. Ser Criston was one of the finest knights in the realm. He routinely won victories and had served honorably as a member of the Kingsguard for years. Many thought he would be the next Lord Commander. Why would the princess have bitterness in her tone when she spoke of him?

"Thank you, Your Grace. I do not leave my demesne often. One never knows when the Dornish will strike."

"I was impressed by the both of you. Thank you for indulging my sister's desire to see you fight." Elaena said.

"Fret not Ser Medrick, and celebrate not too soon Lord Baldric, my sister has a whole list of attributes she is assessing. But still, a victory is worth celebrating. Baldric, would you care for a boon? A favor? Nothing grand, but something suitable to celebrate your victory.

Baldric wiped the sweat from his brow and paused before answering. Medrick wondered what he would have chosen if he had won. Perhaps a private sparring lesson with the Dark Storm? Perhaps a weapon made here on Dragonstone with the three headed symbol of House Targaryen? He wasn't sure what would go over better, and of course it didn't matter since he had lost, he thought with some bitterness.

"I know little of Old Valyria beyond common stories. I would count it a blessing if there was a scroll or book from when that ancient and grand realm existed."

Medrick nodded; his appraisal of Lord Selmy being raised a notch. Rhaenyra had given a laugh.

"Oh, you are well suited for Elaena!"

Medrick felt his chance slipping through his fingers. He wasn't sure how he could arrest this development. But he would need to do something to impress Elaena's family here before the second half of this… process would continue in King's Landing. Medrick also couldn't help but wonder if he would meet the other suitors at some point. He knew their names, but was blind as to how they stacked up against him.

There is still time, I must stay steady and not appear desperate.

***

Forrest was not fond of King's Landing itself. The day before, he had gone into the city, and beyond the Red Keep the smells of the squalor had grown overpowering. The stench of so many people with inadequate means of removing waste from the city had made him long for the Riverlands. He did enjoy seeing the sights, and the Red Keep used various means of freshening the air to a pleasant level. With perfumes to floral arrangements, it was quite tolerable.

This morning, he was to break his fast with the King and Queen, as well as Princess Rhaenys. It was an opportunity to meet with some of the most powerful individuals in Westeros. He was ushered into the room by the Kingsguard, and he bowed to the King and Queen.

"Your Grace, Your Grace, Princess Rhaenys, thank you for inviting me."

Viserys stood and gestured to one of the chairs opposite his family. "Come, come, no need for formality. This is not court. Be yourself. I would like to know you better."

Forrest nodded and took a seat. A servant promptly delivered a plate of eggs and sausage. The Queen and Rhaenys were studying him like hawks, while Viserys was much more casual and utterly at ease.

"Ser Forrest Frey, your house has risen quite swiftly over the years. What do you attribute its success to?" asked Alicent, the Queen, and the daughter of House Hightower.

Forrest knew the prejudice his house faced for the fact that House Frey had only been ennobled going back a bit more than four centuries. That was paltry compared to nobles who could trace their lineage for thousands of years.

"My forefathers made wise decisions, provided leal service, and made advantageous marriage pacts." Forrest said with a grin. "You see, it is a family tradition to marry our betters, one I hope to continue."

Rhaenys laughed. "A saucy tongue, I think I might like you, ser."

Alicent sniffed. "Elaena is a paragon of decorum. It would be wise for you to avoid being too loose with how you phrase things, lest you offend her."

Forrest could not but be himself.

"I thank you for your wise counsel, Your Grace, but I cannot be, but as I am. Nor would I wish to woo your daughter under false pretenses. I do not seek to pull the wool over anyone's eyes, least of all her."

Viserys clapped his hands. "Well spoken! That's the kind of lad I wish for my daughter."

Forrest allowed himself to smile. Two out of three was a win.

"The Twins are quite near the North." Alicent spoke up again. "How do you deal with those who follow the so-called Old Gods?"

"Pardon, Your Grace, but we don't ask merchants their beliefs when we trade. We also do not get much custom from the North. Some, yes, but since we are not coastal, we are somewhat bypassed by White Harbor. The Neck has the kingsroad flowing through it, but even so, the swamps and bogs do not make for pleasant travel, and it narrows dangerously when it rains."

Viserys was next to ask questions. He asked about Forrest's childhood. How he was knighted. How his family was doing. It was the gentlest of interrogations, save for when Alicent took the reins and sharply asked about one thing or another.

The meal was soon complete, and Forrest turned to Rhaenys. "Lady Rhaenys, I understand you flew Lord Baldric to Dragonstone?"

"Yes."

"Might I beg a favor from you? I do not need to be taken away from King's Landing, but it would be a greater honor to ride with you on the Red Queen. Princess Elaena stated your dragon was even faster than hers, and I would dearly love to experience it!"

Viserys gave another laugh and muttered 'bold' not quite softly enough to not be heard.

Rhaenys looked both annoyed and proud. "Meleys is not a vessel for individuals to book passage… and yet if you have the courage to ask, the next time I take her flying you are welcome to ride with me."

"You have my most profound thanks, my lady!"

"I had best be about my day." Viserys stated, "What are your plans Ser Forrest?"

"Princess Elaena will be returning to King's Landing sometime today, and I will be dining with her, Hamish Arryn, and Ser Alan Beesbury. I am told she is looking forward to discussing matters of state with us, and how we feel about certain topics."

"A marvelous idea, my daughter is keen on the realm's management. Did you know she and my Hand regularly meet together to discuss these sorts of things? My daughter will have a small council seat one day, mark my words!"

Forrest saw a quick frown on the face of Rhaenys, but it disappeared so quickly he wondered if he imagined it. Political matters were filled with snares and hidden dangers. Forrest felt he was somewhat at a disadvantage compared to Ser Alan since the Beesbury's grandfather was on the small council. Forrest rose and bowed to the royals and then went to speak with Larys Strong. The Master of Whisperers was a noble from the Riverlands, and it seemed like it would be wise to become more acquainted with what factions and causes were an issue in the city before the dinner.

***

Hamish glanced at the other two suitors as they arrived for the private dinner with Princess Elaena. Alan Beesbury was slightly taller than he was, and given their age disparity, Hamish would likely overtake him sometime in early adulthood. Alan was compact and wiry, but not by any means weak. His grip was strong, and he moved with confidence, save for his eyes, which often darted about. Hamish knew Alan's grandfather was close with the princess, making him one of the favored candidates in Hamish's estimation.

Forrest was taller and broader of shoulder. He wasn't as muscular as Ser Garland Grafton, but he was without a doubt a strong man. Normally, Hamish would have thought Ser Forrest's chances were behind Beesbury due to both the personal relation of Alan Beesbury, and that the Beesbury's was a more prominent line of nobility. Princess Elaena was not like most princesses. Already, Hamish was understanding that her unusual views, methods, and means, while not fully inscrutable, were opaquer than most.

Mutual greetings were exchanged, and Elaena walked in. As per her usual, not a strand of hair was out of place. Only when she flew her dragon did her hair grow wild and ruffled.

"Please, there is no need for formality here. Once the serving staff bring in the food, they will leave us to our privacy. I am most looking forward to seeing how this conversation progresses. While it is obvious this is part of my tests to see who will be the most advantageous partner, I will view dishonesty as quite the black mark."

Forrest nodded. "Of course! It would be foolish to try to gain advantage through underhanded means, any marriage should be built on a foundation of absolute trust."

Elaena tilted her head. "For the most part, yes, but everyone keeps some secrets. Either those they have been sworn to, or the most private of matters, but falsehood and deceit are verboten."

The serving staff came in and heaped large platters of various meats, breads, cheeses, and fruit.

One of the servants bowed and said, "Princess Elaena, should you need anything more simply ring the bell and we will come running. Your guard will be outside the door."

"Thank you Artos, I am sure the meal will be splendid."

Hamish made a mental note that Elaena knew the servants by name. Hamish did the same back in Gulltown, less for politeness and respect, and more because those sorts of folk were often the eyes and ears for someone. Knowing what was said to whom made it easy to ferret out likely moles. It was something that most nobles did not do, outside of the occasional favored family servant.

Elaena took a bite of the duck and then addressed the three suitors at the table.

"Today, I'd like to discuss not how the realm functions as it is, but what an alternative government would look like. This exercise is about a hypothetical, what if we did not have a royal family. What if we did not have nobility? What would be the ideal way to organize ourselves?"

Forrest Frey and Alan Beesbury looked at each other questioningly as Hamish gave it some thought. Not just the question, but what the purpose was for asking it. As Hamish thought he realized the silence was becoming telling, and he thought it might be best to show some boldness.

"Without nobility or royalty, society would want to create nobles based on achievement. Those who fought well, those who could manage well, though who could navigate well. Those would become the new nobles and create noble families."

"And who decides?" Elaena asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I suppose it would become self-evident, and if there are heated rivalries it would likely come to battle." Hamish responded, but without much confidence.

Alan added his thoughts. "It would have to come to conflict. Why would one would man be content to let another rule without the cause of birth to justify it?"

"You are now arguing about how our current system would come about again if our system disappeared, my question to you was what would be a better means of governance all together?" Elaena gently chided while helping herself to some of the pudding.

Forrest furrowed his brow. "Do you mean instead of a King and nobles; we would be governed just by a King – or Queen? One with absolute authority and the lineage of his followers matters not?"

"That is one possibility." Elaena nodded. "But I would encourage everyone to think even more differently."

Hamish didn't want to fumble about, so he remained quiet as Forrest and Alan continued the conversation.

"The princess is right," Alan began. "What would be a widely different form of rulership? Without lineage, why not age? The oldest rules. Or instead there could be a system or rotational leadership. Perhaps even rule by those chosen by the Gods through some religious test. Trial by Combat before the Seven." Alan's voice grew mirthful, "Or perhaps like those strange folks on Pyke who let themselves be drowned, the longest under the waves who survives gets to rule!"

Forrest laughed heartily, while Hamish gave a polite chuckle.

"Which would you see as beneficial of those you listed, ser?" Elaena asked.

Alan waved. "None seem ideal, but I could see wisdom in respecting age as a determining factor over religious tests."

Forrest and Alan came up with other ideas, such as the ruler should be the one with the largest dragon, or even drawing lots. Hamish thought back to Elaena's original question. 'What would be the ideal way to organize ourselves?' Given her obvious Targaryen heritage, he thought he found what she may be looking for.

Hamish cleared his throat. "Families and groups of families should organize themselves as they see fit, preferably based on those who can rule effectively. Be that due to their martial acumen, administration, war strategies, or religious piety, is ultimately up to them. The gathering of families in a town or city should then speak with one voice. The selected leader then speaks on their behalf. The kingdom can then organize itself by each grouping of individuals having their selected leader give voice. When most of the selected leaders agree on something, that will be the law of the land. Such was it in Old Valyria, and were it not for the Doom, it would be the dominant form of governance. If we did not have our current system, that would be the next best."

Hamish saw Alan immediately look to Elaena for a reaction, but she gave nothing away. Forrest however was frowning, and spoke forcefully.

"I don't think that works. It may have worked with hundreds of dragons, but that sort of system seems quite chaotic. A man must follow ideals and virtues that he agrees with. He can swear oaths and be duty bound to follow another will than his own, but to be beholden to the swaying natures of a political body is more difficult. There would be constant rebellion."

"I don't see the difference. Are you suggesting if the King did something untoward you would not rebel, but if a selected group of leaders backed a cause you found untoward, you would rebel? Why? What distinction do you make?"

"It is different. When you follow a King, or Queen," he quickly added, "you put trust and faith into the person. They will rule and sometimes rule against you, but there is a solemn and honorable task before the knights and lords of the realm to adhere to the King's policies. A body of leaders from different regions will just vote upon their own self-interest. Why should the rest of the realm care about the Wall? Or the starvation of the North during winter? A King would care, because it is all their realm."

Elaena was looking at Forrest with interest now.

"Your thoughts on the matter are forceful, is this something you have considered before?"

Forrest looked a bit chagrined. "Ah, well, not as such, Elaena. I simply do not think such a system could ever appeal to us. Perhaps if we were born under it, it would be tolerable, but a sole ruler is simply better. If we did not have nobles or a royal family, then it will be the right of conquest and the goal to re-establish the rule by one person."

Hamish frowned. "And if the one who is well equipped to conquer is also someone who is a terrible ruler?"

"The realm endures it, for after their reign at least there will be stability." Forrest replied firmly.

"And should the conqueror demand we give up the Faith of the Seven and worship the Drowned God?" Elaena asked.

Forrest flushed a bit. "There are actions that even a King cannot take without full scale rebellion. That would be one." The Frey heir hesitated and then pressed on. "And what if this council of leaders demanded the same?"

"But would they?" Hamish asked. "They are beholden to the people of each of their communities. Whereas a King is not." Hamish froze. Had he just rationalized his way to supporting his idea not just as hypothetical, but as a better system than Targaryen rule?

"A fair point," Elaena complimented. "Alan, what say you? Do you see Hamish's idea as having merit, or do you agree more with Ser Forrest?"

Alan drank from his cup before replying.

"I see both having virtue. It does seem to me that in either sort of system, there should be some safeguards in place. We know from Essos how damaging rebellions and civil wars can be."

"Safeguards? But why would any régime willingly reduce their own power?" Forrest rebutted. "The threat of war is what keeps a King from going too far."

"And it would keep a council or leaders from going too far, as well." Hamish said defending his idea, a bit of heat entering his voice.

Alan raised his hands for calm. "We are all friends, rivals yes, but friends. Let us not turn the discussion to acrimony."

Elaena smiled at them all. "This is precisely the sort of conversation I hoped to have. Mind your passions, but I do wish for you to continue."

Hamish found himself enjoying the point and counter-point. It was in some ways similar to Cyvasse. Forrest was somewhat easily led to rhetorical traps, but winning a point did not sway him. He was firmly opposed to the idea of a council ruling by a vote between them. Alan was cautious and more of a peacekeeper, and though he frequently offered questions that revealed weaknesses in an argument he did not truly push through his own vision. It was an entertaining and enlightening evening. His only regret was that he had no idea how their performance was viewed by Elaena, who gave little away.

***

Kevan had been trounced in the yard by both Baldric and Medrick, as he had expected. Both fellow knights were exceptional fighters, whereas he was decidedly mediocre. It influenced the way Rhaenyra viewed him in comparison but he didn't think Elaena cared as much. Even though the good will of her family was important to the princess, it was ultimately her decision.

Kevan did find it odd how Princess Rhaenyra didn't quite seem to have an accurate reflection of Princess Elaena. Rhaenyra gave the impression that Elaena was a tender flower who needed a steadfast protector and a resilient partner so that she could be allowed to flourish properly. Kevan was curious as to how that particular misunderstanding could have come about but courtesy and decorum prevented him from having a truly blunt conversation with the heir to the Seven Kingdoms about it.

Laenor continued to be a mystery to him. He rarely spoke of Elaena at all, oft changing the subject to something else. It was odd but again he didn't question Laenor, not after the discussion about Dorne. Today, he would be meeting someone new. Lady Laena Velaryon had come from Driftmark to meet the suitors as well.

"Lady Laena, you look lovely, and I have heard you are with child. My congratulations to you and Prince Daemon."

"Thank you, ser. The talk of Elaena's upcoming marriage has Spicetown all abuzz. I just had to see who the likely candidates are. Did you know that some of the smallfolk are making wagers on who will win her hand?"

Kevan wasn't sure he wanted to know what his odds were in comparison! What a strange subject to gamble on. The smallfolk would have even less information than the nobility, and even the nobles would have a hard time deciphering Elaena's intent based on her actions so far.

"How intriguing. Are you participating?" Kevan inquired with a lilt to his voice, wearing a somewhat bemused smile.

"No," a slight but genuine smile tugged at the corner of her lips, "while amusing, I think my niece's marriage should be taken with some seriousness. She has put an awful lot of thought and intention to choosing the right partner." She paused with a somewhat wry shake of her head, "It is the opposite of how I would go about doing things, but it is her choice."

"Speaking of how you would go about doing things, is your husband still in the Stepstones?"

"For now, he may try to come visit the suitors before you return to your homes, but there were tasks that needed doing. And since I am with child, his long-held desire for another son would not be impacted by his travels."

Kevan nodded. In a way, that was good. Daemon was no friend to the Westerlands.

"So, what do you wish to know about me?" Kevan asked.

"I want to get the measure of you. The Lannisters gave quite the insult to Elaena, why is it that you still pursue her, when your overlord seems uninterested in a Targaryen match?"

"Our house has sworn fealty to the Lannisters, but also to the King. When it is in conflict, what should a house do? From my view, one sides with the greater power. If I wed Princess Elaena, I need not fear Lannisters becoming a nuisance."

"Ah, then this is a way for Golden Tooth to be independent."

"Not as such, no. I have no wish to quarrel with the rest of the Westerlands. I am merely explaining I do not view Lannister objection to the match to be an impediment."

Laena was nodding. "Well reasoned, ser. Onto a more delicate matter, what do you think of the King's decision to make Rhaenyra his heir over Daemon, and the decision to keep her as heir after Aegon's birth?"

A bold question. Kevan had thought of it, though he did not expect it to be put so directly.

"I mean no disrespect to Prince Daemon, but as I hear it, the King and his brother quarreled. As Daemon was the heir for many a year before being replaced, I can only assume Viserys had strong reason to." When Laena did not voice an objection, he continued. "Once warmed to the idea of a female successor, I imagine the King thought it only right to keep it that way, his eldest inheriting after him, regardless of sex. I do not object to the idea of being led by a Queen instead of a King. It will cause some unease and concern among some of the nobility, but so long as the dragonriders are there to enforce Rhaenyra's will, there can be no rebellion."

"Do as I say or be burned, is that what you think Rhaenyra will have to do?"

"Nothing so crass, an implication delivered with a velvet glove will do the trick. Many lords view counting coppers as beneath them, I am not one of them, mind you – yet all can count dragons. Rhaenyra has your mother's family on her side. Vhagar, Caraxes, Meleys, Syrax, Seasmoke, and what is it now, half a dozen young dragons between your children and Rhaenyra's?"

"And if Aegon wishes to pursue his claim? Sunfyre, Dreamfyre, Vermithor, and Tessarion could be a threat.

Kevan shook his head. "I do not think it would come to that. It would require kinslaying." He laughed. "I do not think the young princes would wish to take up arms against your brother! For that matter, could you imagine Jason Lannister objecting to Rhaenyra becoming Queen. All she would need to do is have Laenor fly over Casterly Rock and all is resolved."

Laena laughed. "A point well taken. I must admit I oft forget the fearsome reputation my brother has earned. It is hard to reconcile the 'Dark Storm' and the boy I used to throw mud at."

"We were all young once."

"Hmm, I wonder on that too. Rhaenyra thinks that her sister was never carefree, always so studious. Tell me good ser, what would you do to make sure Elaena takes time to relax and just live?"

Kevan spoke of the sights they could see in the Westerlands, of how important it was to have a good castellan to run things while the lord and lady of the estate could relax. Of how he enjoyed singers and would make sure the finest would be brought around to regale them.

When Laena left, Kevan felt he had made a good impression. Likely a better one than the two stern competitors he had, at least with Laena.

Failninjaninja · Sunday at 7:52 PM

Huge thanks as always to @MARch_Of_Time for their proofreading work!

Chapter 27

"Never stop using your head. None of you are allowed to die pointless deaths." - From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 12

"Good!" Baldric praised as Prince Jace slammed his wooden sword into Baldric's. "Now you have some power to the strike. When you go for a decisive blow, it is not just the arm and hand that move."

The clacks of wood on wood echoed repeatedly as Baldric continued to show pointers to the young prince. Harwin and Joffrey were watching in the distance. Occasionally Harwin would shout out some encouragement to Jace.

"You are striking well, Jace, but your footwork is going sloppy. Let Lord Baldric rest a moment while we return to the basics."

"Yes, ser." Jace said glumly, but without more complaint than tone.

Baldric went over to Harwin's side. The big man nodded to him and paid him a compliment.

"You are good at instruction. If Elaena selects you, her sons will be skilled knights."

"Thank you, Lord Harwin. Will you put in a good word for me?"

"If I thought it would do good, mayhaps I would, but you would be better served by my silence."

Baldric was surprised; he had not heard there was animosity between the two, nor had he sensed any. At Baldric's questioning look, Harwin elaborated.

"I do not wish to talk of it overlong, but the princess feels I am too close to her sister."

"Ah." Baldric said with understanding. He did not approve at all of what Harwin and Rhaenyra so obviously had done. It was not his business either. His concern was for the people under his protection, not the dalliances of the royal family. It was obvious to all that Rhaenyra and Elaena were close, so it could not have been so grievous a concern to Elaena.

"In lieu of that, tell me about Elaena. I've heard disparate views on her."

"Hmm, well Rhaenyra speaks of Elaena often. She adores flying dragons and was incredibly young when she first took flight. She is deathly afraid of the birthing bed, but refuses to allow her family to go through it without her by their sides. In my estimation, that makes her braver than most. Elaena is reserved in speech and manner. I have only seen her truly laugh once. Her courtly bearing and courtesies are always flawless. In truth, I admire her, but I also do not feel that I truly know her. She is like a lake with hidden depths that rarely stir. Is there more in those depths? I think so, but it is a mystery as to what may lay there."

Harwin paused to give another shout of encouragement to the prince.

"She treats Lyra well, and her nephews love her. She is a prize match for any noble man of the kingdom. Princess Elaena is well liked by most save for… ah well, that isn't something I should share. Forget I said the last part."

Baldric was curious as to who did not like Elaena, but he would not push Lord Harwin. He had one other thing to ask, though it bordered beyond a simple breach of propriety. It didn't even matter given what he had already offered to Elaena, but if possible, he wanted to know what he could truly expect. A wise man anticipates problems and plans ahead, even if he can only hope to mitigate the worst of them.

"Is Elaena similar to, ah, how can I say this. Does she have similar tastes to her sister?"

Harwin looked at Baldric and guffawed. "Gods you are a bold one, are all the Marcher Lords like you? To answer your question, she is young yet so who can say? But I do not think so. Rhaenyra and her are most certainly not alike in their… tastes." Harwin laughed again before turning his attention to Joffrey and Jace's practice.

Baldric knew that it had been foolish to even venture into that ground, but it had not dealt his cause any harm. Despite the impropriety and dangerous activities that the Lord of Harrenhal participated in, he found himself liking the man. Harwin had a directness that avoided rudeness.

"If you'll excuse me." Baldric said and left the training yard.

Baldric returned to the quarters that had been granted to him and perused the copied scroll that had been given to him. It spoke of Old Valyria and some of the ancient rites and practices. Baldric found it intriguing that they did not follow the Seven. Even the Dornish followed the Seven! The names of some of the Gods matched the names of dragons. He wondered if the Valyrian Freehold actually venerated the dragons as Gods?

He found the scroll interesting, but was unsure if it contained anything that would help his pursuit. Still, he would make sure to ask Elaena her thoughts on what her ancestors believed in when it came to the divine. With how bookish Elaena was purported to be, it could only win him additional favor!

***

Otto was meeting regularly with Larys for matters of state but of course also for unofficial purposes.

"Lady Laena will most like give birth on Driftmark. This represents a wonderful opportunity as Driftmark is not nearly as well guarded against my ears. Driftmark has Spicetown and a significant amount of trade, whereas Dragonstone is a fortress without much of a town. My brother staffs that castle with the most loyal of guards, and any ship that docks is thoroughly inspected. I have slipped a few servants into Dragonstone Castle, but none that would be in position to strike at Laenor while he's there.

"And you are sure Laenor will be there for his sister's birth?"

"Reasonably sure, and great progress has been made on Driftmark, particularly in Spicetown and in Corlys's seat of High Tide. I have over a dozen who are loyal to me over the Velaryons, including some in the guard. I've also recruited Dornish sellswords, and have secured a potent venom that will ensure death. Though it is a cruel substance should Laenor survive the initial clash with our assassins."

Otto frowned. "What do you mean?"

"It is not simply the extract of a venomous animal or poisonous plant. I have dabbled in these substances but am far from a master. I chose this for a few reasons. One, the complexity will ensure the Maesters know that it is not a simple poison, this is another piece of evidence that will focus the King's ire upon the Dornish. Two, the poison does not kill instantly. If he survives the initial attack but is wounded by one of the blades or bolts dipped in it, he will scream and thrash for days. The blood will blacken and induce excruciating suffering."

"For what purpose?"

"To enrage Rhaenyra and the Velaryons. When Laenor passes, it will drive them to wroth and war with Dorne is assured. A war where their dragons and their men will fight. Dorne slew Meraxes, it is possible they succeed again. Or perhaps they kill a dragonrider and not the dragon itself with a lucky arrow, or a blade in the dark. But this is only if Laenor survives with wounds instead of dying outright, the latter is more probable."

"Fine, see to the details, but this must not fail. Laenor's reputation prevents me from gathering needed support. Is there anything else?"

"Yes, one of Princess Elaena's suitors approached me asking for information about the political situation here in King's Landing. I provided a brief overview of the obvious tension between Alicent and Rhaenyra, but was shy on the details and promised another meeting. I had not thought to ask you before, but do you wish for me to arrange events to push a particular suitor as a more likely selection for Elaena?"

Otto exhaled slowly. The entirety of King's Landing was gossiping and discussing Elaena's selection. His hope of having Aegon and Helaena's marriage take centerstage was nonexistent at this point. She was a persistent thorn in his side and he would relish when Viserys finally died and he could see her dealt with. The question of who she should marry was not a simple one.

"It would be best if she chose Manderly. Getting her far away from King's Landing would be ideal. Selmy would be my second choice, though Hamish has merit as it provides little influence, and the Vale will almost certainly side with the Blacks."

"Beesbury and Lefford would put her firmly in your territory, and she is close to your daughter, do you truly think she cannot be swayed?" Larys asked.

"No. She is firmly in Rhaenyra's camp and has advocated for her. Due to the favor she has with the King, it has been all that I have been able to do to keep things balanced when it comes to policy. As it is, despite all my efforts, I have been able to only hold things to a rough parity between the Greens and Blacks when it comes to the crown's projects."

And Rhaenys was swapped to replace Elaena as soon as she went on the tour. It should be obvious, but even my most capable catspaw is fooled by that girl's charms.

"Matters of the heart are not so simple, my lord. I merely suggest that she may have a different perspective after marriage if her husband were on our side."

Otto shook his head firmly. "No, Larys. It would be the opposite, anyone loyal to us would no longer be secure if they married Elaena."

"As you say. Shall I then sabotage Ser Forrest's chances? Perhaps tell him some falsehoods or steer him to saying something she would dislike?"

"With a light hand Larys. This is one of those rare situations where Viserys will not be able to be reasoned with whatsoever. Should your actions come to light, you would lose your position with haste. And in truth, who she marries does not matter overmuch. She is marked for death, and any of the estates she may be residing at will have less security than Dragonstone."

"Very well, a light hand it will be." Otto saw Larys consider for a moment. "My ears tell me that that Elaena often sits in prayerful vigil during the Queen's births. She also never misses the Holy Days and her knowledge of the Seven-Pointed Star is better than most. I will tell Ser Forrest that Elaena is upset with the Gods over having taken her mother before the girl ever got a chance to know her, and that he should subtly indicate his doubts on what the septons deliver in their sermons."

Otto furrowed his brow. "I had not thought her particularly devout – not when she seems to take no issue with her sister's bastards. Yet I do recall Alicent speaking fondly of how well Elaena memorized her prayers. Very good, if she stills chooses the Frey, it matters little."

Larys took his leave, limping out the door. Otto watched him go and wondered again if he was right to entrust such sensitive tasks to someone who could so easily betray his own family.

***

"Hamish of House Arryn." Ser Harrold Westerling announced.

Viserys smiled as he signaled for him to be brought in. Hamish was a slight young man, still a boy by age and size. His sandy-blond hair was cut shorter than most men of the Vale, and his face was devoid of facial hair. Hamish also was not the heir to any great holding, and only temporary heir for his uncle who had mercantile interests. Simply put, Viserys hoped to learn why Elaena placed him on the so-called 'short list' to be her husband.

"Your Grace, it is an honor to meet with you."

"What kind of father would I be if I did not take an interest in my children's futures? I will likely get around to meeting all her suitors in more private settings, but I also want to get your thoughts on the wedding gift I have planned for her."

Viserys rose and removed the curtain around a table, revealing the custom Cyvasse board that was created. He had the stone cutters and artisans work the same day after his daughter had brought up the idea of pieces with Targaryen colors.

Hamish looked and smiled. "The color scheme is brilliant. I see they have been reversed for the opposing players. Are those tiny rubies for eyes on the dragon? May I touch the pieces?"

"Go on, just be careful, but I asked you here for your opinion. I'm not that familiar with the game and there are some modifications that I hope do not impact the players' ability to recognize the piece."

Hamish took his task seriously and closely examined each figure. "No, it is quite clear what each piece is. I am also certain Princess Elaena will love it. Her brothers will be envious!"

"Oh? They play Cyvasse too?"

Hamish blinked, and then answered. "Yes, I had the privilege to play against both of them, Aemond is anxiously awaiting a rematch, which I intend to give him before going to Dragonstone."

Perhaps Elaena appreciates his ability to get on with others well. Like me she enjoys tranquility.

"I wish you luck." Viserys said, and then moved to the crux of his concern with Hamish. "Hamish, I understand you are not set to inherit any great lands, or even a fortress of your own. How do you intend to provide for my daughter? She is a princess of House Targaryen. She is no spendthrift, but she should be decked in fine clothes, adornments, and luxuries. Elaena also has a dragon who can be costly when it comes to feeding."

Hamish nodded. "It is good of you to ask, Your Grace. I am currently set as heir for a mercantile fleet of some substance. While my uncle hopes to have a child soon, nothing is assured. Isembard has promised me a substantial portion as a wedding gift if I were to be married to your daughter."

He spoke clearly and directly, not fearing to look the King in the eye. Viserys counted it as a mark of favor for him, and he seemed more like Lyman than Alan.

"My uncle would be well pleased to have a marriage connection with the Gulltown Arryns to the royal line. We have looked upon the main branch of our family with some envy for the honor they received in marrying into the House of the Dragon. I can assure you that she will be well provided for. In truth, I am surprised it is even a consideration for you given Elaena's incredible success with the Dragon Bank. If I had two coppers to my name, she would find some way to turn them into dragons before the turning of the moon."

Viserys let out a hearty chuckle. Already he was feeling better about Hamish's candidacy in just their brief private conversation.

"Still, I cannot help but note your rivals are knights and could defend my daughter's honor if the need would come. You have not squired; do you not hope to become a knight?"

Not every male noble became a knight, even south of the Neck, but the vast majority did.

Hamish gave a slight shrug. "If Elaena wishes me to, I will do so. I do not currently have plans to but if she wishes to marry a knight, I will become one. Elaena is not like other noble ladies; she already has the greatest defender one can imagine. Mighty Viktoriya."

"One would think that." Viserys said with some bitterness, thinking about the toad in Casterly Rock.

Hamish stayed quiet, waiting for the next question. Viserys looked him over once more.

"You aren't quite what I envision when it comes to the type of man my daughter is to marry, but I believe she would be happy with you. You are respectful, but confident, knowledgeable, and have a good eye. Good favor to you and your suit."

It was a clear dismissal. Hamish bowed his head. "Thank you, Your Grace, your well wishes mean much to me. House Arryn has always wished to be closer to your house, and we are thrilled that I was even considered."

***

Alan considered the Dragon Bank to be, in actually, three distinct places. The first was the royal treasury, where the actual gold and silver was kept. The second was the nearly as heavily guarded room which contained records of all transactions. It was adjacent to the Master of Coin's office, but it held over a dozen bookshelves and there were work areas where up to a score of people could work. The third was the public-facing Dragon Bank building which was a place where those with money could deposit, and those with ideas could seek lending for them.

Elaena was with him when they visited all three sites. At the second location they had a chance to review the 'books' on those noble houses who were using the bank's services.

"How are the rates set? Some are different."

"Not all risk is the same, and some are favors by the crown. The Velaryons, who borrowed great sums of money dealing with the Triarchy and Dorne, were lent the money essentially for free." Elaena replied. "It will be years before they pay it off, but things are looking quite well for them."

Elaena enjoyed speaking about the Dragon Bank, and Alan found the way it was run fascinating. His grandfather was the official person in charge of the bank, but after its first year, it was primarily an oversight role. Elaena had been running the bank for years.

"I know the loans to the nobility are stable and secure, given the dangers of not paying the crown! But what about these other loans? To the smallfolk, merchants and to junior members of a house?"

"Good question, for junior members of nobility in part it is due to favors. In some cases it is an investment in the person themself. One of the suitors who I was not compatible with had a desire to repeat Lord Corlys Velaryon's voyage to Essos. I structured the loan as an investment vehicle, by that I mean he is not paying back the loan based on the principal and interest, but on a percentage of the raw proceeds he brings back from Essos. Should he and his ships be lost at sea, our stake is lost, but if he is successful, we could triple or even quadruple the money lent out."

Alan frowned. He was a bit too risk averse to like putting the crown's money in jeopardy like that.

"Essos can be dangerous."

"Indeed, which is why some of the Knights of Victory joined him on the journey."

Alan cocked his head. "Are the lowborn you grant knighthood working for the bank?"

"Many do. Earning a knighthood is not a guarantee that they will rise very far. Hedge knights also exist, though the spectacle of having it awarded during a tournament does raise their status. Highly skilled and grateful for their elevation, I find them ideal employees. Some help guard places like this and the public-facing structure, others help ensure the success of ventures."

"I see. It makes sense in the case of Ser Daemion, but also lending money to smallfolk?"

"Yes, but it isn't always a considerable sum, and I have an ear for ideas. I've even helped refine some of them in cooperation." She gestured toward a book. "Here I forwarded funds to a smithy who had an idea of using the water wheel in an innovative way to mass produce things like nails, chain, horseshoes, and the like. Currently smiths can churn those types of goods out quickly, but if our estimations are correct this will be nearly five times as fast and allow for far quicker mass production."

"The smith came up with this?"

"Hmm well, most of it, I had helped refine the idea with some sketches on how I think it would work best. I am confident that it will work and so my terms were generous. If it works, he and the smiths he shares it with will be able to produce far larger quantities of simple items, making them wealthy and the crown a tidy profit."

Elaena flipped the page to another item. "Here a landed knight brought one of his best field hands with an idea of making seed distribution faster using animals. I worked with the field hand on a device that would save vast amounts of labor during the planting seasons. One that could distribute the seeds in holes made by a pulled device that would then cover the holes back up. After it's been proven to work, I'll work with other farmers and charge a portion of their newfound profit back to the crown."

Alan wasn't sure if such a device would work as promised, but if it did that would be incredible! His mind turned to some of the more pessimistic aspects. If such efficiency would be gained, it would put many laborers and field hands out of work. When he voiced that concern, Elaena gave a smile and explained her reasoning.

"Excellent concern, yes, I do believe it will disrupt the labor market. However, reducing scarcity is never a bad thing. We can also look to export some of the excess food and it will allow for a larger sustained population for Westeros. Westeros is full of empty spaces, and filling those up with new cities, towns, and villages will absorb some of that labor. The additional revenue the crown receives will then be used to hire on those laborers who may not find as many farming jobs, to then help build more roads to more effectively distribute goods and thus improve the whole cycle even more for everyone."

Her planning… it is extraordinary.

"Are these projects reviewed by my grandfather as well?"

Elaena shook her head. "Your grandfather is a bright man, but he is better with sums than in assessing designs. He trusts me, and given the benefits the bank has already provided, he and my father are well pleased."

"I imagine so. Do you intend to stay running the bank after you are wed?"

"Yes, though it depends on some factors. I am training a few people in various aspects. Risk management, underwriting, tax audit, business planning, and physical security. It will make things easier if I stay in King's Landing for a time, but hopefully those I train up can handle most of the day-to-day eventually. Westeros is not so large when flying on Viktoriya."

Elaena flashed a small smile with those words, fondness and satisfaction showing clearly in her eyes before she continued, "Well? Do you have any questions or I have satiated your curiosity of the running of the bank?"

"You've done that and more, Elaena. I am more than ever hopeful that you will choose me as your husband and partner. Being close to the Citadel can only help refine and improve your ideas with the wisest minds of Westeros, so there are advantages."

"Hmm, I have thought of that, but I still have my family's thoughts to consider. You'll soon be meeting my sister and her family on Dragonstone."

"Should I be worried?" Alan asked, raising the tenor of his voice to indicate levity.

"It would be wise to make a good impression, but worried? Just make sure if Laenor is wearing blue, you don't meet his eyes."

Alan froze, his eyes growing wide. "B-blue?"

Elaena let out a sonorous little laugh, muffled by the fingertips she pressed to her lips, but still plenty enough to give away the game. "Forgive me for the jest, Laenor has a well-deserved reputation for terrifying the enemies of the realm, but he is quite cordial and friendly otherwise. So many view him as some sort of monster made flesh, and it really is unfair."

Alan gave her a side-eye. Elaena had wits keener than Valyrian steel, but she was still a woman who did not know battle. Laenor may very well be cordial and friendly with family. He on the other hand, would be cautious!

***

Forrest had never really given the Gods much thought. He felt reverence for the Warrior and often prayed to him for strength, but the others were a bit of an afterthought. He certainly never really thought about praying to them before making a decision; he just acted. The conversation with the Queen and then with Larys Strong made him realize that the royal family seemed to give their faith more thought.

I now wish my mind had not wandered so oft when listening to our Septon speak.

Forrest was not a man who enjoyed sitting still and just listening to others. A lively conversation that had him participating was an enjoyable affair; such was not the case when someone was extolling the virtues of the Mother or Smith. It didn't help that what he could recall seemed contradictory. How did the Father rule as the head of the pantheon if all aspects were equally valid? What did the Septons mean when they spoke of the Seven Who Are One? Did they mean one family?

Fortunately, it seemed that Elaena was not as enchanted as the Queen was with the Faith of the Seven. He was pleased that his fellow Riverlands noble had provided him with useful information. He had chided himself for feeling some doubt about Larys Strong, for his gut had told him not to trust him, and in that, his first instinct has proven false.

Just because a man is deformed in body does not mean he is deformed in mind.

Forrest arrived at the room and frowned at the lack of a guard at the door. He knocked, and Elaena bade him enter.

"Princess Elaena, thank you for agreeing to teach me Cyvasse. Before we begin, I must ask, why is there no guard at your door? A Kingsguard or from household guard?"

Elaena shrugged her shoulders. "There's a guard at the base of the stairs. I come and go so frequently that I find having minders a bit stifling. There are some valuables in this room, but it would take a bold thief to get this far."

"I see." Forrest knew the Kingsguard would be spread thin. Two were on Dragonstone, leaving only five in King's Landing. The King and Queen were always protected, and men, even Kingsguard required sleep. It was still disquieting to know that a princess of the blood was so unprotected.

Elaena was an effective teacher. When she explained concepts and pieces to him, she preempted some of his questions. Forrest quickly picked up on the implications of how the pieces moved and how they mimicked what would happen during a real battle.

"Now that you know how the game works, we put up a partition and secretly place our pieces. There is a great deal of strategy at this stage before even a single move is played in the game itself." Elaena explained.

Forrest nodded and created a column of forces. Instead of sending weak units up front he would lead with the dragon. When he learned how the siege equipment worked, he became inspired to set a trap. He was a novice and was not expecting to win, but he planned to try and put on a good showing. By playing the part of the amateur, he hoped he could bait a trap for his most powerful piece, and then not fall for it.

As they finished setting up. Forrest turned the subject to the services from earlier in the day.

"I wasn't sure what I saw for certain, but to my eyes during the services we all attended, you seemed to disagree with some of what the Septon said."

Elaena raised her eyes to meet his. "Oh? What part? On occasion I can grow distracted as I am used to monitoring my siblings to ensure their behavior. The serving staff tries hard, but now and then the little ones insist on comfort from me."

Forrest scratched at his cheek. "In truth, I don't recall. If I may be honest with you, Elaena, I've always felt that services go on for too long. Men make their way in the world as they will it. The Gods may approve or disapprove, but it is we who must live and act."

Elaena had grown very still. "Some would consider that sacrilegious."

"But not you, princess. I think you know that the Gods do not control our fates. At least, not fully. Perhaps they could if they chose to, but I think it is clear with all the suffering that accompanies our lives, they do not control our destiny or they are not nearly as good as our Septons say. The loss of precious loved ones taken too soon shows the proof of my words."

Elaena studied him and then let a smile slowly bloom on her face.

"I had not thought to find such an opinion amongst my suitors. I do not speak openly about such things as the Faith of the Seven is highly regarded in most of the Seven Kingdoms. It can be dangerous to risk being viewed as doubting the dominant belief system."

"So is riding a dragon."

Elaena's grin was the largest Forrest had seen.

"Boldness has its place, ser, but some caution is warranted to ensure cordial relationships."

"Of course, and I am not the man to debate theologies and beliefs. I see the world the way I see it, and it would be foolish of me not to share these thoughts with one I would be wedded to."

Elaena nodded. "Your candor is appreciated, Forrest. Let us turn to the game before us; I am curious to see how well I have taught you."

Forrest had noticed the more relaxed demeanor of the princess immediately. Their brief discussion on the Gods had eased a tension that Forrest had not realized was even there. He would have to thank Larys for his brilliant insight. He had brought some coin with him, perhaps some Arbor Gold? Yes, it would be good to properly thank such wonderful advice!

Failninjaninja · Sunday at 7:53 PM

A special thank you @MARch_Of_Time for proofreading!

Chapter 28

"Even I don't welcome human attrition." - From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 5

Daemon was disappointed to learn three of the suitors had already left Dragonstone. His wife had told him that Baldric Selmy, Medrick Manderly, and Kevan Lefford had gone to King's Landing, and they were now replaced with Hamish Arryn, Alan Beesbury, and Forrest Frey.

After a warm welcome from Laena and Rhaenyra, he was in the mood to see if these young whelps were worthy of joining his house. He didn't particularly care who his snake of a niece was wed to, but certain appearances had to be maintained. He was also frustrated with how dull the Stepstones were now. Construction was well on its way, but you could hardly call it civilization. The anticipated potential raids from the Triarchy or Dorne, that he would have to handle, never materialized. In short, he had been quite bored.

He went into the yard in near full armor, and two of the would-be suitors had followed his instructions. Joffrey Lonmouth was there as Master-at-arms. Daemon thought it idiotic to have a crippled man in such a role, but Rhaenyra was too soft-hearted to object to her husband's wishes on the matter. Today there would be no tourney swords; he would have these suitors prove their mettle with live steel. He saw Rhaenyra watching alongside his wife. Ser Lorent Marbrand was standing protectively nearby, but far enough away so that the two women would not be overheard.

Hamish Arryn was not in armor at all. Instead he wore feasting clothes with a tabard displaying the symbol of his house.

"Why are you not armored?" Daemon demanded.

"I will not be sparring with you, my prince."

Daemon frowned. "Are you craven?"

"Not as such, I simply know that the value Elaena places on me has little and less to do with my skill in arms."

Daemon stared at the youth. "Find a squire and get in your armor. That is a royal command."

"No, Prince Daemon. I am a guest here on Princess Elaena's invitation. Lord of the Stepstones you may be, brother to the King you may be, but your writ does not extend to commanding me." Hamish's eyes were still and no sense of tension was on display. It was as if he was explaining the price of grain.

Daemon loomed over him. "Do you really wish to make an enemy of me?"

"I assumed your distaste for me before we ever met, Prince Daemon. All the Vale remembers your statements."

Daemon grew less menacing as he recalled the various insults he had hurled toward 'the bronze bitch' he had married in what seemed a lifetime ago. It seemed the nobility there had long memories.

Tired of being defied, he called Hamish a craven one last time and turned to the others.

"Do you two have more courage than this one?"

Forrest was frowning at Daemon. "I'll face you in the ring."

Alan nodded hesitantly, "As will I."

Sensing weakness, Daemon selected Beesbury to go first. Alan wore plate armor that was not quite as fitting as it should be. He had not come to Dragonstone in his personal armor, so instead, he had found a set from a knight of similar size on Dragonstone to wear. Poorly fitted armor made battle more difficult, it changed one's center of balance, and more. He was equipped with a sword in one hand and a steel shield in the other.

The match began, and Dark Sister lashed out at the younger man. Beesbury blocked the first blow, but poorly, which allowed Daemon to strike two more times, causing small tears in the armor where Dark Sister cut into castle-forged steel. Alan brought his shield around, and Daemon harmed it a few times with overhand blows. Alan angled his shield up, which protected him, but also obscured his vision. Daemon lifted his leg and delivered a hard front kick to the shield.

The young knight lost his balance completely and fell back to the ground. He struggled to rise as Daemon prowled around him.

Pathetic.

No sooner had Alan got to his feet than Daemon began another whirlwind of blows. Alan desperately tried to counter, but Daemon was too quick and too experienced to let even a single blow land.

"Is that all? Who taught you to fight? When next you see my brother, Viserys 'the Peaceful,' go down on bended knee and thank him for his peaceable policies. If you ever fought in a war, you would be dead during the opening charge!"

Daemon ended his statement with a particularly vicious horizontal slice to the helm. The blade bit partially into the helm, nearly making it through the metal. Alan collapsed to the ground, and Joffrey was shouting.

"Enough! Someone, fetch the Maester!"

"He's fine, Lonmouth, see he is already stirring. I know how deep Dark Sister could cut and made sure it wouldn't take his head." Daemon smoothly lied. He had been surprised at how deep it had struck, the blow was likely harder than it should have been for a spar with live steel, but no one else needed to know that.

Daemon looked up at the short wall around the training yard. Laena and Rhaenyra were in animated conversation but it was too far away to be overheard.

Maester Gerardys was quite near and stated that Alan had suffered a painful head blow and that while those could be dangerous, he saw no immediate cause for concern as the Beesbury lad was lucid and could move all his limbs well.

Joffrey turned to Forrest. "Are you sure you wish to fight after that?"

"I do." Forrest replied simply and lowered his visor.

Daemon sized his opponent up. Like Daemon, Forrest did not have a shield. Instead of a sword, he had a poleaxe. They circled for a moment and then Forrest lunged forward with surprising swiftness. Daemon took a step back to avoid the strike and then kept circling, Dark Sister sang out and the Frey blocked the blade and tried to entangle it. Daemon moved too quickly and, in less time than it took a heart to beat, his blade was free and arcing toward Forrest.

Forrest turned his body and stepped into the blow, allowing his pauldron to take the brunt of it in order for him to jab at Daemon's head with the spiked tip. Daemon had to dodge to the side and lost his footing for a moment. His opponent tried to capitalize, but was too slow and they began to dance back and forth.

Forrest was better than Alan but Daemon had his number. The use of the poleaxe was a marvel to observe, always moving to create a combination of defense into an attack, or an attack, into a defense. The boy grew more and more bold as the fight wore on, so Daemon decided to disabuse him of the idea that he was in any way a match for him.

"A good attempt, Frey." Daemon said with mild derision and then launched himself forward as soon as the utterance was complete.

Dark Sister sliced through the space between them in a potentially lethal blow right toward the slight gap in the neck area of Forrest's armor. The blow had to be dodged or blocked, and Forrest's reflexes made it a block. The sheer force of Daemon's attack knocked the poleaxe into his foe's armor. Crowding into Forrest the rapid pommel strike delivered to the helm next was vicious. Daemon followed it up with a diagonal slash into the side of the Frey heir's knee.

A grunt of pain echoed across the yard as the knee buckled. Even then Daemon was moving, again sending his Valyrian steel blade down in an overhand strike to the shoulder. Forrest's reflexes allowed him to get his weapon in position to partially block, even as he was falling to the ground. No strength was behind the block and tremendous force from the blow fully crashed him into the ground.

Daemon stomped on the gauntleted hand still holding the poleaxe and raised his shimmering blade again.

"Enough! I said enough!" Joffrey angrily demanded.

Daemon was done. He called over a squire to help remove his armor as the Maester examined the Riverlands noble. Again, Gerardys diagnosed no likely lasting injury, though the knee would be bruised and some damage to the cartilage could take some time to heal. The wrist within the gauntlet was sprained as well. Likely some bruising on the shoulder but the gambeson had prevented the clavicle from being broken.

Now removed from his armor, he walked over to Rhaenyra and Laena. Laena shook her head, "Must you be so rough?"

"Yes. If they wish to wed into our house, they can't be embarrassing us."

Rhaenyra's look of ill-disguised excitement warred with her words. "They have not seen war; you can't expect them to withstand the Rogue Prince without getting hurt. You must be careful with them."

Daemon smirked. "I thought I was. Ah well, perhaps the Stormlander will give me more trouble. I intend to fly to King's Landing and put them through their paces as well."

Rhaenyra caught his eye. "That will have to wait for at least one more day, as we must properly congratulate today's victor."

Daemon allowed himself to be led away. Steel used in battle, even faux, and then a lovely evening with two Targaryen-blooded women was the perfect return to Dragonstone.

***

Viserys was intrigued by each of the candidates his daughter had put forward for consideration. He had been particularly impressed with Ser Medrick, a man with a noble reputation for gallantry. Viserys could easily envision him as a worthy partner for his daughter. They had dined together and discussed a variety of subjects, and it was clear that the knight would cherish his daughter if he were selected.

Lord Selmy, on the other hand, was a bit different. The man harbored a deep-seated hatred for the Dornish. While his size and skill at arms were impressive, Viserys found it hard to believe that his daughter would be happy with someone so singularly focused. His wife's concern about using Viktoriya as a war dragon, even just as a scout, was shared by him. Elaena might have a stubborn will and a steel spine, but imagining her flying a dragon against a Dornish raiding party was inconceivable.

He is not the one for Elaena.

Viserys knew that Elaena would listen to his thoughts and take them under advisement, but that did not mean she would heed them. He hoped that she would, given his age-gained wisdom, but he would not force the issue. Thus far, she had been quite tight-lipped about whom she favored among the six.

Ser Kevan Lefford was announced by the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. The younger man then entered the room and bowed.

"Your Grace."

"Be welcome, ser. The serving staff has just brought in the food. The fare isn't as hearty as you might be used to, but my daughter says these meals will help keep aches away." Viserys smiled. "In truth, it isn't so bad, and she was correct. My daughter has a fine mind. Had she been born a boy, I suspect she would have joined the Citadel!"

Kevan responded with a light chuckle. "No doubt. Princess Elaena's thoughts run deep, and I fear I have but scratched the surface."

"Oh?" Viserys inquired.

"At the Tooth, on her second visit, we were able to speak more at length on certain subjects. Her ideas on how to improve the efficiency of the Seven Kingdoms are fascinating. What is equally of interest, is how she examines an issue from all sides, and considers what the ramifications of a policy would be. She uses the term 'stakeholder' to describe the people who are impacted, or have a stake in a decision."

Viserys recalled that Elaena had used the term with him at some point. Given how well she worked with his good friend Otto, it did not surprise him that she put considerable forethought into her advice. Equally important to Viserys was how she engaged in those discussions. Unlike Rhaenys, who also gave good counsel but often overstepped, Elaena was respectful in her approach. If his cousin thought something was foolish, she said so bluntly, which had caused some strife. While Otto had no complaints about his work with Elaena, he had plenty regarding Rhaenys.

"I would gladly extoll the virtues of my daughter with any, but that is not why you are here, Ser Kevan. In her wisdom, she has asked her family to share their thoughts on who she should wed. To that end, tell me, what makes you worthy?"

Kevan took a bite of the lightly-sauced chicken, pausing to gather his thoughts before responding.

"Your Grace, there are several reasons. I spring from a noble lineage, and my house possesses considerable wealth. Wealth that, in the hands of someone like Elaena, could be used to great effect. I share her views on the development of Westeros and would be well satisfied to see her expand the fortunes of my house and those who serve it."

Viserys found himself nodding along as Kevan advocated for himself.

"My father yet lives, which means I am not always needed at Golden Tooth. We can reside in King's Landing, and remain close to the family she so obviously cherishes."

A very good point, and another against Baldric.

"What would you do here in King's Landing?"

"Assist Elaena with the Dragon Bank. Hopefully, if the Gods are good, provide you with more grandchildren."

Viserys could tell Kevan was comfortable speaking with him, despite that he was the father of the woman he wished to marry, and the King. That sort of confidence was important and needed if he was to survive the court of King's Landing. He oft wished the vicious gossip and barbed words were not so readily exchanged. Still, he wished to see how far Kevan would be willing to go.

"And if I had another task in mind? Perhaps serving as an officer in City Watch? Or being appointed as a harbormaster?"

"Any task you ask of me, I would gladly do. Though I know little of the sea, I am an apt pupil."

Viserys liked his answers. It bordered on arrogance, but the delivery was humble even if the words were not. There existed only one issue that bothered him.

"Your house is sworn to the Lannisters. As you know, the royal family was insulted by the tawdry treatment of my daughter by your overlord. While your own house's conduct has shown a gratifyingly sharp contrast, the issue remains. Why should the crown support a marriage to a Westerlands noble after such behavior?"

Kevan nodded. "A good question, Your Grace. If I make speak plainly?"

Viserys gestured broadly with his hand, "Please."

"Jason Lannister is an overweening fool. He harbors resentment at not being able to wed your eldest daughter. The Westerlands has long known his habit for grudge bearing, but few thought he was foolish enough to press the issue with his shoddy treatment of Princess Elaena. It was petty, and just like a Lannister. To answer your question, we are sworn to Lannister, but we are sworn first and foremost to the crown."

Kevan frowned and took a breath as he looked Viserys in the eye.

"I can think of no better comeuppance for such obscene pride, than to permanently make the Lannister house, despite their Paramountcy, the second most important family in the Westerlands. Elaena has a dragon. Elaena advises the King and Hand. Elaena helped create the unprecedent success of the Dragon Bank. Elaena bestows victors with knighthood. It would gnaw at Jason till the end of his days."

Viserys felt his features give way to a grin. He liked this one.

***

Hamish had been invited to dine privately with Rhaenyra and Laenor. He knew that Forrest and Alan had separate invitations for later in the week, giving them more time to recover from their injuries. While Hamish had made the right decision, it was unlikely to endear him to the heir and her infamously martial husband.

The cheerful way Princess Rhaenyra had congratulated Daemon afterward was a bit off-putting. The very idea of using steel, let alone Valyrian steel, had been grossly negligent. Yes, wounds could occur in sparring, but adding unnecessary risk for the mere amusement of the Rogue Prince was the height of foolishness. Hamish was very glad Elaena was nothing like this.

Laenor had not been present to witness the sparring, but his reputation for savagery from the wars in the Stepstones was well-known. Hamish doubted that his refusal to fight Daemon would be viewed positively. However, he took solace in the knowledge that Elaena would consider his decision wise.

"Princess Rhaenyra, Ser Laenor, thank you for having me."

"The pleasure is ours, Hamish." Rhaenyra replied with a smile.

Laenor gave him a nod. "Sit and partake, we are quite curious about you."

Hamish was slightly surprised by the warm welcome. As soon as he sat down, the questions began. Rhaenyra inquired about the Vale, and Hamish provided more information than he normally would. He knew it would help his cause to be seen as knowledgeable.

"I understand you chose not to test your mettle against Daemon." Laenor gave him a smile, "I don't find fault with it, but I am curious, most nobles do take up arms and earn their knighthood. You seem to not have an interest in it."

Hamish nodded. "That's correct. I have no desire to be in battle. My uncle values me for my mind, and I hope to make the case to Princess Elaena that it's worth something." He chuckled softly. "Though, given how she now trounces me in Cyvasse, I may have overestimated myself."

Rhaenyra finished her morsel of buttered cod and cleared her throat. "I must admit, you may have a point. My sister attends jousts and melees, but never seems to care too much of their outcome. I've come to the realization that her tastes are not mine. Personally, I want a man who can be a protector, a valiant knight, and a symbol of strength."

Rhaenyra patted Laenor's hand, who gave her a strained smile.

It isn't a secret that he's a sword-swallower, is this show of affection to try to paint their relationship as different than the rumors?

Hamish's mind itched. He was missing something, and it was difficult to resist a puzzle.

"I take it your advice to your sister will be based on what you believe her desires lean towards, as opposed to your own?"

Rhaenyra helped herself to some pie and shook her head in amusement.

"I enjoy your directness, Hamish. Since you have raised the point, what do you believe my sister cares for?"

"Autonomy, intelligence, and respect. Your sister does not wish to be hampered in her own pursuits. She mislikes people who act foolishly, and she would desire someone who respected her as a person. Elaena has already put into motion great things, her chosen partner should aid and assist her in bringing her dreams to fruition."

Rhaenyra looked at him with a slightly puzzled expression.

"What do you mean when you say that she has already put into motion great things?"

"Her Dragon Bank has already changed the face of Westeros. I advise my uncle on matters of trade, and the change over the last five years has been significant. Roads have improved, piracy has decreased, banditry has been dealt with, nobles are less able to cheat the crown when it comes to paying taxes, and that is just the start."

"I love my sister, but I believe you give her too much credit. Lord Lyman is the Master of Coin and runs the Dragon Bank. The roads may have been improved thanks to additional tax revenue. And of course we have my husband to thank for the Stepstones matter being resolved."

Hamish schooled his face in time to prevent his jaw from dropping.

Does Rhaenyra truly not know?

Laenor was studying him closely, his expression carefully neutral, a telltale sign that Hamish recognized as someone making an effort to conceal their true reaction.

"The Dragon Bank is under the purview of the Master of Coin, but it is Princess Elaena who operates it. She sets the rates, she decides which loans are approved, and she is responsible for much of the wealth generation that has come from it." He took a sip of the wine and continued. "This includes the generous rates to House Velaryon, which allowed them to continue the prosecution of the war. I take nothing away from you, Ser Laenor, your entry to the battlefield turned the tide, but House Velaryon had been stressed to its limit were it not for the loans."

Laenor nodded. "You are correct. We could have borrowed from the Iron Bank or the Rogare Bank, but the interest would be crippling, given the risks involved of our house growing insolvent with the cost in men, gold, and ships."

Rhaenyra looked surprised. "You did not speak of this to me."

Laenor looked uncomfortable. "I learned of it when I joined my father in battle. Afterwards, I did not wish to speak of the Stepstones at all."

"Princess Elaena has more in store for Westeros. She has many aims, and some may well take a lifetime."

Rhaenyra was curious now. "What aims?"

"She wishes for all of Westeros, particularly the North to be more resilient to the long winters. She would like an increase in literacy, a better system of justice, King's Landing remodeled to better deal with sewage. She even wants to fund expeditions focusing on discovering new types of plants and foods, particular beans for some reason."

Hamish paused, and gauged the reactions to what he was saying. Both Rhaenyra and Laenor were listening in rapt attention.

"I suspect she spoke of her ideas with me more so than her other suitors, but I suspect she has not shared them all. Why am I the right one to marry her? Because I understand her goals, I can help her achieve them, and this can be done without riding to war, or winning a tournament."

Hamish sat back and Rhaenyra gave him a nod.

"You are not what I suspected, Hamish. In some ways, you've grown closer to my sister than I. When I am Queen, whether you are my sister's husband or no, I would want you on the small council."

Hamish startled, that was something he had not expected.

"I… I would be honored of course."

"Wonderful, I dread the day my father's reign ends, for I love him dearly. The thought pains me, and it feels uncouth to begin planning how I will reign before that sad event occurs. But when the time comes, I know the importance of having wise advisors. That, my father did teach me."

In the end, he was pleasantly surprised by how productive their meeting turned out to be. Hamish had expected to face criticism for declining Daemon's challenge, yet it was considered of little consequence. More importantly, he had secured himself a position of power and influence, regardless of the outcome of the courtship trials.

***

Criston Cole stood guard over the Queen, who had come to watch the practice bouts between Daemon and those vying for Princess Elaena's hand. Princess Elaena was also present, along with Aegon and Aemond. Little Daenora had howled fiercely at not being allowed to attend, but Alicent had firmly put her foot down. Fortunately, the child calmed when Elaena promised to share all the details later and spend the following afternoon with her.

Cole knew Daemon was a dangerous opponent. Their infamous joust, decided by Princess Elaena herself, had been one of their key flashpoints, but even before that, they had matched each other closely. Cole had narrowly won their only battle on foot, but it had been a near thing. If they were to fight in earnest, to the death, Cole believed the odds for either of them would be no better than a coin toss.

While the Queen observed from the encircling wall above the training yard, Elaena was below, having approached Daemon. Cole strained his ears to catch their conversation.

"No tourney swords, uncle? There is a reason they were created."

"I fought Ser Alan and Ser Forrest with Dark Sister; it would only be fair to do the same with these three."

"It increases the risk of injury; I am worried you might accidently harm my potential intended." Elaena replied.

"Worry not, I know what I am about, they won't be hurt… much."

In a louder voice, Elaena replied, "This is wonderful to hear, uncle. I greatly appreciate your assurances that your skill at arms will prevent any of your opponents from suffering serious injury."

Clever.

Elaena had made it so that if Daemon did cause serious injury, it would reflect on his prowess. The look of irritation on his face confirmed it. Cole looked at Daemon's opponents and saw Ser Kevan whispering to the other two knights. Ser Medrick stood and walked to the center of the partitioned part of the yard. Meanwhile, instructions were delivered to a squire who ran off.

Working together? Aren't they supposed to be vying against each other for Princess Elaena's hand?

Ser Medrick was equipped with a round shield, larger than most. The sword in his other hand, though plain and unadorned, was clearly castle-forged with a keen edge. However, it paled in every way compared to Dark Sister.

Daemon did not have a shield and he stalked forward and began the dance with swift and accurate strikes. Ser Medrick blocked with his shield and attempted to slash the inside of Daemon's sword arm, where the plate did not cover to allow the joint to move. It was a good area to strike at, but Daemon easily parried or avoided the attempts.

Ser Medrick was patient, ensuring none of his strikes overextended him. His footwork was immaculate, with slight shifts of his body, the angle of his shield, and even the placement of his weight allowing him to fend off Daemon's relentless assault.

Despite his evident skill, Daemon demonstrated why he was such a dangerous foe. A cross-slash was followed by a pivot, a second strike, and then a move inward that led to his Valyrian steel blade crashing into the top of Medrick's shield. Daemon's strength forced the shield lower, and Medrick had to give ground. The moment he was off-balance, Daemon unleashed a barrage of strikes that Medrick could not recover from. Medrick went down and called out his surrender.

Cole saw the effort of will it took Daemon to not continue attacking.

"See, my niece? He'll have some bruising, 'tis all."

Elaena gave him a nod even as she politely clapped.

Ser Kevan was next. His armament was intriguing, almost Dornish in nature, consisting of a spear and shield. Unlike the Manderly, Lefford moved with less fluidity. He constantly retreated, sliding in a circular pattern. Whenever Daemon advanced, Lefford would lash out with the spear, aiming for the neck, visor, and legs, before quickly withdrawing.

Daemon began another aggressive advance and Ser Kevan retreated, and retreated, and retreated. Taking down a man in plate and a shield while he carefully defended himself was difficult, even with a skill disparity. The whole reason why knights wore plate is that it made them considerably more invulnerable on the battlefield. Sure, there were spots through which they could be felled, but getting struck by a sword or spear on most of your armor would accomplish hardly anything for the attacker.

Even weapons like hammers and axes found it difficult to cause lasting damage unless they struck the right areas or were wielded with extraordinary strength. What many smallfolk did not realize was that the heavy plate armor was only the outer layer. Beneath it were rings of chainmail, and underneath that lay the gambeson.

All fighters eventually make mistakes, even the best ones, and Kevan was a far cry from being part of the elite tier that Criston and Daemon were a part of. It only took one mistake and Daemon had exploited it, disarmed Ser Kevan, and taken the victory. Cole noted that Daemon was breathing hard, chasing down Kevan had tired him.

The squire returned with a shield. Cole's keen eye noted that it was different from the first shield Baldric had intended to use before his conversation with Lefford. This new shield was made of wood, and from a distance, it did not appear to be oak.

Baldric was the largest of the suitors, and the lord of his own lands, not just an heir. He had Daemon beat by several inches, but he trudged out toward the center of the makeshift arena. It was a steady gait, but laggardly and ponderous.

Daemon's body language was unworried and as they saluted each other he went on the offensive immediately. The Stormlands noble let out a booming war cry, "HARVEST HALL" and met Dark Sister with his own heavy blade. He then immediately attempted to ram the shield into Daemon, but the Targaryen's natural agility made him dodge the move with ease and Dark Sister missed Baldric's helm by a hair with his counterstroke.

Baldric advanced once more with a massive swing, which Daemon effortlessly stepped back from. Daemon's return stroke struck Selmy's breastplate, sending up sparks as it cut a shallow gash through the armor. Normal blades couldn't achieve such effects, but Valyrian steel could. Baldric swung again, slightly faster this time, but still too slow. Daemon laughed from behind his helm and circled around. With another strike from Baldric, Dark Sister lashed out again, and then Cole saw Baldric make his move.

The big man moved faster than one would think someone of his size should be capable of. His shield moved around in position perfectly. Dark Sister biting into the soft wood deeply, so deep that it was partially lodged in it! In a flash Baldric dropped his blade and lunged forward. Daemon tried to disengage and back away, but his blade was too deeply wedged for a smooth withdrawal. In the fraction of a second he was delayed trying to free Dark Sister, the heavy hand closed around his armor and with it the rest of the mass of Ser Baldric.

Baldric took Daemon to the ground with him. Daemon tried to get a leg under to kick but the big man compensated and pinned the Rogue Prince the ground. His shield pinned down the sword arm while his free hand smashed into Daemon's helm. After two blows, Baldric paused to see if Daemon would yield, but he still squirmed and tried to throw him off. Baldric grunted and then smashed him a few more times and then loudly called out.

"Do you yield, my prince? I do not wish to mar your features; your Lady Laena was kind and it would be ill repayment."

Daemon gave a cry of rage, but then stilled as Baldric raised his gauntleted fist once more. He yielded and Alicent laughed.

"I mislike the idea of my daughter going to the Dornish Marches, but that was well done by Selmy."

Cole gave Alicent a nod, as he looked at Aegon and Aemond quietly arguing about something. Cole redirected his attention to Daemon who was now on his feet.

"Again. We fight again." Daemon demanded.

Elaena walked into the training yard and had Baldric return to the side, and then she addressed Daemon.

"You've sparred with each of my suitors; further bouts will not change anything. I look forward to hearing your thoughts later, uncle."

Daemon stalked forward, and the guards and knights watched warily as he loomed over the young princess.

"This is no longer about your silly courtship games. I will be dueling Selmy."

"Uncle, your anger is clouding your judgement, once you have cooled off and made your recommendations for my hand, we can discuss your concerns at that time."

Cole saw Daemon practically quivering with anger. "Shall I go down there, Your Grace?"

Alicent nodded, "Yes, go."

Cole quickly made his way down as Daemon attempted to master himself. He had just arrived when Daemon shouted out to Lord Selmy.

"Do you hide behind a woman's skirts? Come face me again, or I shall call you craven."

"Not all are so easily led by rash words, uncle. He'll not fight you again, nor will any of my other suitors, while they seek my hand, lest they be removed from contention."

The princess was not a warrior, but she possessed a tactician's mind. Normally, it would be difficult for one such as Selmy to tolerate a slight on his honor as the prince had just delivered. However, Elaena had given him the perfect excuse. She did not wish for another duel to take place, and she was wise in that, given Daemon's ire.

"You conniving little bitch," Daemon snarled and stepped forward toward Elaena.

Cole smoothly stepped in front and locked eyes with the man.

"Careful, my prince, this is the King's daughter you insult."

The tension in the air was a physical sensation, it felt turgid and ripe with the potential for violence. Cole likened it to the feel right before a storm struck. His senses grew sharper as his body felt the rush of anticipation he regularly felt before combat.

A few of the other guards had slowly congregated around them as well, though they kept their distance. Daemon looked at Cole, the guards, and then to Elaena. He spat on the ground.

"Wed you who you like, you care not for my judgement."

Daemon stalked out of the training yard, and Cole let go of a breath he was holding. The feeling of danger dissipated and he turned to Elaena.

"Be careful, princess. That one oft acts before he thinks. If he harmed you his life would be forfeit, and yet…"

"I take your meaning, ser, it is unfortunate that my uncle is not the most rational of people. You have my thanks."

Cole watched as she walked away and congratulated Baldric on his success. The princess was unlikely to heed his words, despite her polite response. For all her intellect, she was sheltered. Criston hoped she never provoked someone like Daemon too far; death could come in an instant, even with guards nearby.

Failninjaninja · Sunday at 7:53 PM

As always I highly appreciate @MARch_Of_Time 's proofreading work!

Chapter 29

"Once she's determined her course, she has to follow through." - From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 5

Alicent was furious. Daemon had insulted her daughter, and had Ser Criston not been there, he may very well have struck her. A strong man's fist encased in a gauntlet could easily kill a young woman.

Alicent told Ser Criston and her two children, "Come with me. We go to see the King."

They made their way to the King's chamber. Once announced, Alicent saw her husband speaking with her father and Rhaenys.

"It is always a delight to see you, my love," Viserys spoke. "But the countenance on your face makes me suspect this will not be a happy occasion. What has happened?"

"Daemon! He insulted our daughter and were it not for Cole's presence I fear he would have struck her."

Viserys rocked back slightly. "What? Explain, what happened?"

"Deamon was sparring with Elaena's suitors. Lord Baldric bested him and Daemon grew wroth. Daemon demanded another fight, and Elaena objected. He called our daughter a bitch and violence was about to erupt if my knight had not intervened!"

Viserys looked over to Ser Criston. "Is this true? Did Daemon attempt to strike my daughter?"

"Your Grace, I cannot say for certain. He did not attempt to strike her, but I have fought in many battles, in the Marches and in tourneys, and I believe it was about to happen."

Viserys shook his head. "I cannot believe he would do such a thing, but his temper is fearsome and he has no cause to be terrifying my daughter. Is Elaena well? That must have been frightful for her."

Aemond laughed. All eyes turned to him.

What is wrong with him?

Aemond had not been as troublesome in his early youth as Aegon had, but he seemed to delight in stoking the hearth. Even when he agreed with what someone was saying, he would pick at pieces of it to start heated discourse.

"Do you find this amusing?" Viserys asked with some heat in his voice.

"Forgive me, father, but the idea of Elaena being terrified is more fanciful than any mummer's tale. She is not some meek-willed girl; the blood of the dragon runs through her more fiercely than any."

Viserys was scowling, and Alicent was irritated. It was true that Elaena had not looked frightened, but why was he undermining her case to have Daemon punished!?

"Your Grace," Aegon began, voice unsure, but then strengthening as he spoke. "My brother speaks true. When I foolishly tried to force my bond on Dreamfyre, our sister did not hesitate to intervene even at the risk of her life. The Dragonkeepers were terrified, but she was not."

Alicent tried to recall those days, Aegon had been much subdued after his attempt to bond with Dreamfyre, but this was the first she had heard this detail.

"Force a bond?" Rhaenys questioned. "That cannot be done."

"Aye, it did not work, and I only mention it because my sister was not scared of Daemon. But that does not absolve my uncle. If Princess Elaena feels fear, she would not let it show." Aegon explained.

Alicent had been angry at her boys, but it had lessened. There were a multitude of witnesses to the event, and none had seen Elaena flinch, weep, or show fear upon her visage. They were right to speak and clarify. A wave of parental pride suffused her, her sons were wise.

Viserys looked troubled. "Have Daemon brought to me here so he can give an account for himself. I find it hard to believe that there is ill will between the two of them; Elaena is one who spoke on his behalf to lift his exile."

Alicent blinked, and caught her father's pointed look at the words of the King. It had been Elaena who had brought Daemon back. Rhaenys also looked confused.

"Nonetheless, I wish to hear what preceded these events."

Aemond spoke before anyone else could and went into detail of those battles. He was complimentary of the suitors, and spoke of the clever trickery of Lord Baldric in feigning sluggishness before grappling with Daemon and wining the match.

Viserys was amused, "No wonder my brother's pride was pricked. It is not oft that he is bested."

A courier arrived letting them know that Daemon had already flown off on Caraxes.

"See? He flees your judgement." Alicent said in triumph.

"My daughter is overwrought, and her concern is centered in the soft heart of a mother." Otto spoke in a slow, level voice. "Daemon is cavalier with his words, his insult to Princess Elaena should require his apology, but judgement? Come, let us keep to an even keel."

Alicent's eyes widened in disbelief. Her father was defending Daemon?

Viserys was nodding. "Yes, most like my brother is still furious at losing. His anger was lashing out blindly, but as Ser Cole has spoken that Daemon made no attack, I cannot believe he would strike a woman, his own kin, even when enraged. Compose a letter stating that he will need to apologize for his words to Princess Elaena, in court, and the matter will be settled."

Alicent was furious. Why had her father not backed her? She felt her eyes begin to sting and she hastily excused herself. She heard her father say he would handle it and once they were free of the chambers, Alicent whirled on him.

"What was that? How can you argue on behalf of that vile brute? Cole said he thought he was about to attack. My daughter could have been killed!"

Ser Criston did not speak up, but remained still and on guard as her sworn shield.

Her father gave a slow shake of his head.

"You overstep. When there is any doubt, he will err on the side of Daemon. There is nothing here." He put his hand on her shoulder. "Yet this is not to our ill, Viserys will remember that I spoke up for Daemon and so at a later juncture when I have actual cause my words will be heeded."

Alicent angrily moved away from her father's hand. "And your claim that Elaena is working for her sister? How can that be with her and Daemon at odds?"

"Daemon also made Lord Corlys upset when he absconded with his daughter. Does that make him any less a Black? Does your anger at me make you less a Green? Personalities will clash, arguments will be had, harsh words shared, but in the end, Elaena is loyal to Rhaenyra, not to you. She is most responsible for bringing Daemon back in the first place, and her damnable bank is what allowed the Velaryons to pursue their war. You must learn to think properly, daughter."

Alicent had not known the cause of Daemon's return, but she could see how it might have come to pass. Elaena disliked conflict and was always the peacemaker within the family, one of the few who could sometimes get Aegon and Aemond to set aside their petty squabbles. That didn't mean she had done so to strengthen the Black cause. Elaena was passionate about the Dragon Bank, but her father's absurd belief that Elaena was pulling Lyman Beesbury's strings, rather than the other way around, was nonsensical.

Emotionally spent, she ended the conversation. She needed to be alone and think. When she arrived at her chambers the nursemaid began telling her of Baelon's day and Alicent stopped her.

"Is he injured? Has something terrible happened? If not, for Seven's sake, leave me in peace."

The nursemaid shook her head and took her son away, leaving Alicent blessedly alone.

***

Viserys had considered the suitors and reached a decision on who would be more suitable. His daughter had joined him for their morning walks again – something she hadn't always had time for lately, due to her tour and moving between King's Landing and Dragonstone.

"Good morning, Elaena. I trust you rested well?"

"Yes, father. How have your aches been?"

"They've had a resurgence recently, but the intensity has waned again. I worry that this might just be the inevitable toll of time. However, that is not the purpose of our discussion today. Before we go into discussing the merits of your suitors, we must address Daemon's recent behavior."

Elaena nodded. "Yes, I found the insistence on not using tourney swords a needless risk."

Viserys blinked. "Oh, that, well yes, that could be risky. My bigger concern was his insult toward you, and the concern that it looked as if Daemon might have done something rash when his temper frayed."

Elaena gave a slight shrug. "It was a practice yard; I'm given to understand that courtly language is oft set aside. As to violence, I believe my mother does not understand my uncle very well."

Viserys raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Daemon likes to put on an air of violent unpredictability. And in fairness, if you lack sufficient station or familial bond, you could be at risk for violence. But Daemon is not nearly as out of control as he wishes to be perceived."

Viserys paused in the walk and frowned. "It is early still, explain what you mean."

"Daemon wishes to be seen as a hairsbreadth away from violent action, to be feared by all. Had he truly been out of control over his loss, he would have immediately attacked Lord Baldric. Instead, Daemon tried to force a second bout, where he could vent his anger and maintain plausible deniability should he wound or kill Baldric. That speaks, at the very least, to someone using low cunning rather than lashing out in unbridled rage."

Viserys was troubled by what his daughter was saying for a few reasons.

"If that is the case, he insulted you purposefully? Made it appear that you were in danger?"

"Yes, when Daemon does not get his way, he likes to let his displeasure be known. I suspect he hoped to 'teach' me that his wrath is dangerous and to avoid sparking it in the future. Ser Criston even advised me of being wary."

Viserys shook his head in revulsion.

"Disgusting behavior from my brother. I will have him apologize, in court, for his actions." Viserys turned to his daughter. "Few can look my brother in the eye and feel no fear. Even fewer can stand between a dragon and one who has angered her, then go about their day as if nothing happened. I am proud of your courage, but is it truly courage? They say a man can only be courageous when he is afraid, and I worry that you may lack the self-preservation instinct others possess."

Elaena gave him a smile. "Confidence in reading the situation is not a lack of self-preservation. I am fearful at times, but when it comes to dragons or family, I do not worry for my safety." Her smile dissipated. "I do worry over my family, and the birthing bed is a fearful place. To that end, I am quite worried how that will go when I bear children."

Viserys knew that part was difficult. Rhaenyra had done well in all her births, he prayed to the Gods that Elaena would be similarly blessed.

"It is not that I wish you to be fearful. I am just thinking back to the many things you have done that were a risk. Flying at such a young age. The actions, which no one informed me of until recently," he gave her a stern look for a moment before continuing, "the travelling without a sworn shield, meeting privately with renowned warriors, and more."

"Dreamfyre is a gentle dragon, her anger could have left scars, but I doubt she would have seriously harmed Aegon. As to the rest, I am sorry if it feels as if I have been cavalier with my safety. I assure you, I have not. My own personal safety is something I take very seriously. Precautions are taken, I rarely meet with anyone when I am not within shouting distance of many others. When I travel, I am with Viktoriya who makes any sort of violence as unlikely as an event can be."

Viserys chuckled. "An answer for everything. One final concern before I discuss how I rate your prospects. Why are you not more driven to right a situation when you are wronged? Whether it's Jason Lannister or Daemon, you seem reluctant to take your pound of flesh."

Elaena tilted her head. "Revenge, when it provides long-term utility for yourself or the ones you care for, has its place. Revenge, when it may worsen your situation is irrational. Lannister has paid a price, and Daemon is part of the families that hold up the realm. If I thought additional correction of my uncle would lead him to behave differently, I would consider it."

Viserys nodded as if confirming something. "You are not entirely wrong, but you may not realize how much harm can be prevented by a show of force. Exiling Daemon was one of the hardest actions I have ever taken, and yet it served its purpose. Not just for Daemon, but for any other lord who thought to be too free with his tongue. But setting all that aside, I have my top selection for you."

They continued their walk as Viserys spoke.

"My top candidate is Kevan Lefford. He has a good head about him. He shares your strange fascination with counting coppers, and has rich lands to support you and Viktoriya. Ser Kevan also has something you lack. While courtly, thoughtful, and gentle, he reminds me much of Laenor."

Elaena made an odd warbling noise in her throat before smothering it with a smile.

"Do tell."

"There's a ruthless streak underneath. One that I know he would not turn upon you, but one that he would not hesitate to use if you are threatened. That is how I liken him to Ser Laenor, who has also proven to be quite similarly protective of you."

"I see. That is an interesting perspective, but I would also hear of how you rate the rest and your reasons, father."

"My next favorite is Ser Alan Beesbury. He is softer, but given your friendship with Otto and your love of learning, being so near the Citadel and the Hightowers will be a boon to you. It will also make Lyman quite possibly the happiest man in the Seven Kingdoms!"

Elaena gave a small laugh. "Lord Lyman has been quite ardent in his support for his grandson."

"My third favorite is Hamish Arryn. He's still a boy, but his mind is as keen as a Maester. Your wit is beyond most, and I fear only those like Hamish will ever keep up with it. That said, I do not place him higher as he has little means to his name. The Vale's intrigues could cast an ugly shadow over your marriage, and if you select him, we will need to have a serious talk of some concerns. But they can be overcome if that is your choice."

Elaena nodded, and Viserys wondered just how much she had picked up on regarding the Vale's nobility while she was in Gulltown.

"Next is Forrest. I like him. He is by far the one who would be the most honored to wed into our family. I do not think your personalities mesh well. He is a man of action, and you are a woman of thought. There is no slight against him, I would be quite pleased to have a good-son such as he, but in my heart, I do not feel he is right for you."

"Forrest is… eager at times. It is endearing to me in some ways, but I understand your view." Elaena replied.

"Ser Medrick is a fine knight, but the North is not a good place for a dragon. They dislike the cold. Also I would hate for you to be so far from King's Landing. The people of the North worry about survival and not learning and cerebral pursuits. I find it difficult to believe you would be pleased to reside there. And lastly, I place Lord Baldric last. He sees you for your dragon, and would want to use your dragon as a shield against Dorne."

Viserys sighed. "Some men view Targaryens different because of Queen Visenya and Queen Rhaenys. They believe all dragonriders have the ability to kill and burn at will. I know you, Elaena, you have too gentle a heart for that. I will support whichever choice you make, but he is last on my list."

As they concluded their walk, Elaena embraced him. As always hugging his favored child lightened his mood.

"Thank you, father. You did as I asked, and I value your counsel greatly. I intend to ask mother and Rhaenyra for their assessments as well. You three are the opinions that I value most, though I may ask others their thoughts."

"It was a delight to get to know all six of those fine young men. I rest easy knowing that the next generation of lords are capable."

***

Alicent was still fuming. She wished she could shake some sense into her husband and her father. Elaena too, for that matter! She was so sure that her uncle had merely been bluffing; her daughter of the heart was keen of wit, but also naïve. Daemon was dangerous, disrespectful, cruel, and a threat to anyone he took a misliking to.

There's nothing more I can say to convince them. I can only pray that the Seven safeguard my family.

Alicent resolved to be cordial and unargumentative in her discussion with Elaena about her suitors. In truth, she didn't particularly think any of the six were an excellent match. It would have been fitting, if a little strange, to have her marry Alicent's brother Gwayne. It would have solved many of Alicent's concerns, but it was not meant to be.

Elaena walked in and gave Alicent a smile. "Hello, mother. I'm pleased to see Uthor has progressed well in learning his letters."

Alicent blinked. She couldn't recall all the details of what the Maester had told her. So long as they weren't behind where other noble children were, she didn't really care too much. Elaena had always seen that her siblings learned their numbers and letters far ahead of other children.

"Yes, but he has missed you. Once your selection is made, I hope you spend more time in King's Landing with your brothers and sisters. They miss you."

Elaena nodded in agreement. "I shall. Have you decided upon your evaluation of my suitors?"

"Indeed. More than anything, I do want you to be happy. You deserve a partner devoted to you. Ser Forrest Frey is one who is besotted with you. He will make your days merry and see to your every need."

"That is the only criteria? Not social standing, location, wealth, or virtues?"

Alicent narrowed her eyes. "Elaena! You asked for my opinion, and now you disparage it? I have taken those items into account, but this is the most important."

Elaena bowed her head in apology. "My apologies, mother. I should let you finish, before I make assumptions. I do value your opinion."

Alicent continued. "Hamish is one who you seem to get along well with. I also like that there is little chance he will do something foolish and die in a tourney, duel, or war. There are benefits to having a partner who you do not have to worry over."

Elaena gave a nod and Alicent continued.

"Medrick is someone who will do his duty to you, and I believe has the demeanor and thoughtfulness to turn that duty to love. I would hate for you to move to White Harbor, however he is not Lord Manderly yet. Viserys would give him a role within King's Landing, so you could stay here longer. I know this is the same for many of your suitors, but I want you to know that I did consider the location."

The last bit was said with a bit of bite and Elaena nodded again, taking in her point.

"Ser Kevan and Ser Alan both feel as if they seek your hand for their own gain. It would warm my heart if you were near Oldtown, but the Beesbury boy is not right for you."

I'm sorry Elaena, I cannot ignore the fact that his grandfather would be Aegon's enemy.

"As to the last. Lord Baldric is my least favored choice, and if you have any love in your heart for me, do not take him as your husband. He wants to use you for your dragon. He has also already inherited and would most like wish for you to live with him in Harvest Hall."

Please Elaena, don't leave King's Landing. Your siblings would be inconsolable and drive me to madness.

"Thank you for sharing your views on the matter, mother. I have yet to decide, and still need to hear from others. Regardless of my choice, I wish to set your mind at ease on one item. I do not intend to be a stranger in King's Landing regardless of my choice. I cherish you, father, and my siblings too much. The work of the Dragon Bank is here within the city as well. One of the joys of being a dragonrider, is that travel is so much swifter."

Alicent gave her a smile, but a brittle one. Had she mentioned that because Lord Baldric was a likely choice? She desperately hoped not.

"Whoever you choose will be a lucky man. The dual weddings will be the largest wedding event Westeros has ever seen. I had some thoughts on what you and Helaena might wear."

The two talked over the wedding for some time. Elaena was insistent in not wearing green, and encouraged Alicent not to have Helaena wear such either. It had been too much to hope for, but there was no harm in trying. On the off chance that Elaena had relented in her neutrality, the horrified look on Rhaenyra's face would have been wonderous.

***

Rhaenyra found herself quite impressed with how Forrest had matured. She would probably let him ride her dragon. She loved the look of Harwin and Daemon, but Forrest had grown into his features, and his boldness was as delightful as ever. Laenor, too, seemed to like the man, and his disposition would make him a welcome addition to family dinners. Elaena would likely still spend most of her time in King's Landing, but her regular visits to Dragonstone would be livelier with Forrest.

Despite this, he was not her favorite candidate. When Elaena was announced and had entered, Rhaenyra embraced her sister warmly.

"Come, sister, I've had the cooks craft a new pastry just for you."

Elaena returned the embrace. "My thanks, I truly believe your kitchen staff outshines the rest of Westeros."

They made some more small talk before getting to the meat of the discussion.

"I have my list. Laenor and I have some slight disagreement on some of them, but for the most part we are in agreeance."

Elaena let a wry smile appear on her face. "Depending on how one looks at it, Laenor is either the best or the worst at giving young women advice on what to look for in a partner."

Rhaenyra choked with laughter. "Elaena! Did you just tell a joke? That's three in the last year. Are you sure you aren't a snark who has replaced my dear sister?"

Her younger sister was so studious and serious at times, it was good to see her coming out of her shell.

Elaena sniffed. "My humor runs drier and is oft missed. But nonetheless, please go on. I'll speak with Ser Laenor later."

Rhaenyra wiped the tears of laugher from her eye. She did enjoy a good joke, and to hear it even mildly reference something sexual in nature was an amazing step for her sister.

"My top pick is Hamish Arryn. He is not who I would choose, but you are not me. I've come to realize that you are not me writ in miniature. Hamish has an able mind, one that shares similar passions. This little war game you play, Cyvasse, is not my cup of wine, but I believe you two having a similar interest will make you grow close. I also selfishly like the fact that he has no lands of his own, so you can remain in King's Landing and close by."

Rhaenyra raised her hand. "In truth, you care for your family immensely, being close by is something you will cherish."

Elaena nodded. "I appreciate you sharing your reasons. My brother Aegon was also quite impressed with the young Arryn. Aemond less so, but I suspect that was simply because he was bested in Cyvasse. Who is your next favorite?"

Rhaenyra ignored the comments on Aegon and Aemond. She knew it wasn't fair to blame the boys for their mother's vileness, but it was hard to believe they hadn't been brought up on bitterness.

"Ser Forrest. His bold tongue is matched by his willingness to back it with actions. The Freys are a powerful house, and their mercantile nature mirrors your own. He's handsome, no, don't give me that look, it is important!"

"Looks fade with time, but I understand your perspective." Elaena replied simply.

"My third choice is Ser Kevan. I took into account that he is from the Westerlands, otherwise he might even be higher. Kevan is not as outspoken as Ser Forrest, but he is forceful. There are few men who would openly disagree with the 'Dark Storm' unless they knew him. His uniquely considered comments on Dorne, despite everyone else at the table having a different perspective, were refreshing."

Rhaenyra took a bite of the honey drizzled pastry.

"And since I know it matters to you, the Leffords are wealthy. Second only to the Lannisters in the Westerlands. Most like I see you expanding banking in that direction, and it will be fun to see the Lannisters twist about with that!"

Rhaenyra saw a gleam in Elaena's eye and wondered what it meant.

"Lord Baldric is nearly as formidable as Ser Harwin. You may not think that important, but many men are proportionate across their bodies…"

Elaena let out a small groan of irritation.

"Ah hah! You immediately knew what I was speaking of, your mind has gone there as well! My prim and proper little sister is not so pure in her thoughts after all."

"Go on, please."

Rhaenyra cleared her throat with some wine. "As I was saying, he is formidable, but having you in the Stormlands is a waste. You could be happy there, but I don't think you would be as happy as you would be elsewhere."

"Princess Rhaenys thought highly of Baldric as well, but she too had concerns due to the location of Harvest Hall."

Rhaenyra nodded. "Moving on to the last two. To be direct with you, sister, they bored me. Medrick was mildly better than Ser Alan, but Beesbury was more concerned with not making a mistake than he was in showing himself. Ser Medrick is boringly knightly."

"Many would consider that a boon."

Rhaenyra tsked that statement away. "Their locations are poor as well. If you lived near the Citadel, I'd never see you again. And the North is not suitable for dragons. I will wish for the best whomever you wed, but the last two would be for the worse."

Elaena gave her a wide smile. "I appreciate you taking this seriously. This is a big choice, and I want you to know that I value your input. You are my only elder sister and have gone before me in the major milestones of life, so thank you."

Rhaenyra felt pride radiate through her. It was a strange thing, but she knew at a certain level she craved Elaena's approval. Her little sister was almost everything she could ask for in a sibling. Rhaenyra had long since concluded Elaena would never be as free about carnal pleasures as she would. There was too much duty and properness within her.

"I eagerly look forward to learning of your decision! It is a pity you have to share your grand day with your half-siblings. I could talk to father…"

Elaena shook her head. "No, it has already been decided. And I am pleased with it. No sense in holding two weddings and two tournaments and two celebrations. This is more fiscally wise."

Rhaenyra sighed. "I knew you would say that."

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