Disclaimer: I don't own A Song of Fire and Ice which belongs to George R.R. Martin. This is purely fiction, definitely will have spoilers though, from the book. Read at your own risk. Hope your like chapter one! P.s I'm making Rhaeny's five and the sack of Kingslanding, should it happen it may not. She'll be seven.
Rhaeny's Targaryen woke up with too much on her mind. For a child that is. One day waking up to memories that were not her own, memories because she was not that old yet. The way she sees it, she had two years to plan for the downfall of her house. All because of her father. Rhaeny's gave a derisive scoff. Then got up for the day, she had to make good on an old pack, but mother may not let me go as far as the north.
(Well,) Rhaeny's thought to herself, (time to go survive.)
Rhaeny's was only five years old, but knew she only lived to be seven. That means she had about two years to live. Rhaeny's toddled to her father's solar, where he was known to have breakfast. Mother would be breaking her fast with Aegon, her brother. Rhaeny's was excepted to be with her mother, instead she found herself in front of Ser Arthur Dayne.
"Papa?" Rhaeny's questioned, knowing she was correct. Ser Arthur Dayne gave me a grin and bowed to me, knocking on the door and informing her father who was behind the door. Ser Arthur then granted me entry with a flourishing bow, making me giggle. I straightened my back and marched in there with all the grace of a two-year-old, walking up to my father. Rhaegar Targaryen sat at his table, with Jon Connington. I repressed a scowl, knowing how this man has been thwarting my mother's efforts in kings landing. I wasn't supposed to know that, only my dreams showed me. I curtsied as well as a small child could, my father waving me in.
"Papa!" I yelled happily and ran to him. I seen out of the corner of my eye, Connington's hand twitched towards his sword, of course my father couldn't see it, but Ser Author did. I inwardly smirked, but as this wasn't the time for the coward, I moved on. I had to capture my father's attention right away. Otherwise I won't survive.
"Hello little Rhaeny's, how is my little dragon today?" Rhaegar asked while hugging me.
"Papa, I had a few bad dreams. I hav'ta tell you about them!" I said as quickly as I could. My father was very big in prophecy and visions. I just had to tell him like they were dreams. Connington scowled at me for taking up his "silver prince's" time with useless woman things.
"Isn't that something you should tell your mother, Rhaeny's?" asked Connington politely.
"Nope, the dreams are about dragons and snakes and lions and white stuff everywhere and super big dogs! With super big teeth, and these weird dogs with long sticks coming out their heads!" I said in awe, inwardly sure I had my father's attention. Sparing him a glance I knew I was right, he looked at me very carefully.
"Jon, we can finish our discussion at another time. I believe I need some time with my daughter." Father said carefully. Connington nodded his head politely, then got up and swept out of the room with no backwards glance. I noted he did not bow nor did he acknowledge me in the slightest.
"Alright Rhaeny's, tell me what you've seen." Said Rhaegar firmly. My face lost all playfulness. I was a dragon with a mission. To survive.
"We die." I said solemnly. Rhaegar sat back with a slightly disturbed look on his face. Knowing I had his attention I continued quietly, so he would listen.
"There will be a day where you run away with a winter rose of the north, and on that day, you sentence us to die. The stags the wolves and the eagles attack convincing the fish to side with them, because grandfather kills two wolves. An old one and his heir. At the end of the war the lion's switch sides and sack our nest. Killing me and momma. Aegon is saved by a spider, my half brother is saved by the wolf, his mother dying after birthing him. Grandfather dying from a lion meant to protect. You leave to battle the stag, you die. Uncle Viserys and my yet to be born aunt Daenerys are smuggled to the free city's where uncle Viserys goes insane." I told him as calmly as I could. Rhaegar's eyes went wide when I told him of our house's fall and stayed wide.
"Is there any good news?" Rhaegar asked wearily sitting back looking as if all the world had crashed down on his shoulders.
"My aunt Daenerys becomes the mother of dragons, and also known as the unburnt. My half brother comes back to life from the flames. Although that is a long time away." I told him just as wearily, although I had the grace to straighten my back. I folded under no pressure. The Martell saying flashing threw my mind, Unbowed unbent and unbroken.
"Must we let this pass?" Father asked sounding fragile. I laughed, half glaring. My father's head shot up.
"No. Although from what I've seen from you, you will let all of this pass. Sentimentality will stop you from knowing and doing what must be done. You'd sacrifice all of us if it meant you could remain a coward." I said angrily, my heart breaking. For my family.
"Then why tell me this?" My fa-Rhaegar asked coldly.
"Because I'd hoped I was wrong. I hoped Mother wouldn't be raped then spilt in half. I hoped I wouldn't die by being stabbed half a hundred times. I'd hoped we could save grandmother, and uncle Viserys from grandfather's insaneness. Save you." I stated stonily. Rhaegar looked at me eye's wide with alarm, and slightly horrified. Not only was all this information being given to him, but by his small child whom should not even know what rape is, little Rhaeny's has been dreaming of such destruction for who knew how long. Rhaegar fought the lump in his throat and swallowed. Looking away from his daughter's old eyes, guiltily.
"What must we do?" asked my father, quietly. I considered it a small victory that my father would at least listen.
"Send me to foster at Winterfell. Lord Rickard's ear is given to the maester there. He has southern ambitions. To foster a princess, whatever age I am is a great sign of trust to the north. If you are determined to have the winter rose, have a second wife. Our ancestors did it. I see no reason you can't. You'll have to appease the stag king. Mahaps with the female lion. Keep her as far from court as possible. Change Grand Maester Pycelle, have him sent to retire in old town, ask for a new grand maester. My dreams showed me he is the reason mother almost died during child birth. One last thing although this will be the hardest," Rhaeny's trailed off knowing her father's reaction. "HE must die. Before the realm is thrown into chaos." Father gave a violent shudder.
"Are you certain?" asked Rhaegar, imploringly.
"He is insane, He will be another reason for our houses downfall. If you do not, we die." I answered solemnly.
End of first Chapter let me know if you like it!