284 A.C.

Red Keep/Kingslanding

"The Dragon's Bastard" Lyaera Longwaters

Lyaera was practically on top in Kingslanding, sending as much information back to Naelyria and corresponding with Faerie in Dorne...

The Usurper had no idea that he was fucking a Targaryen bastard, more specifically, a bastard of the Mad King, Aerys Targaryen.

Infiltration wasn't difficult. There were so many golden haired cunts flocking to the capital, no one would notice one more, as Lyaera's hair was already the colour of straw and her eyes were already a azure, it would work.

Lyaera had an ally in her uncle, Lord Rennifer Longwaters, who had help smuggle her into the city with certain assistances. He got her a refuge in a brothel, though, Lyaera would not have any clients. She would be under the alias of Joanna Lannet, cadet branch of the Lannisters.

Getting into the usurper's bed would be rather difficult, as the usurper only had a taste for dark haired women, as they reminded him of his beloved Lady Lyanna Stark. However, there were nights where he would bed his Lannister wife or one of her hand maids. But after news of a Rhaegar look alike with glowing golden eyes had killed the Lannister woman's unborn child by pushing her down the stairs, the frequency of her and her husband fuckin decreased.

That would be Lyaera's opening. She would need to at least have one of the kingsguard on her side for the time being, and seemed as though Ser Meryn Trant might be the only one open to bribery, though after a few days at court, Ser Boros Blount seemed to be more open to bribery. Naelyria already had spies at court, mostly to hinder the eunuch, but could also aid Lyaera.

The plan was laid plain thusly by Naelyria back on Dragonstone. Lyaera would infiltrate the usurper's court, get into his bed and eventually carry and have his child. A child who be raised to one day rule Storm's End once the Targaryens were back on the throne, as Naelyria had no intention of allowing Stannis or Renly to live, as she had seen all three of Steffon's sons to be disappointments to the Baratheon name, as next to the Velaryons and Celtigars, the Baratheons were once the second most powerful family in the realm and strongest of the Targaryen loyalists. But Steffon's death and the war of the usurper ended that. Removing any and all legitimate Baratheons would ensure that her child could take Storm's End unchallenged. The usurper already had a handful of bastards that could be pocketed by other ambitious people for the same reason, but Naelyria assured Lyaera that none would be as bold as to have the exact same plan. Lyaera agreed to this plan almost instantly, as since she was a bastard with no prospects, being the mother of the future Lord or Lady of Storm's End seemed like it's own in reward, that was until Naelyria also promised her a marriage to a powerful Lord, thereby legitimizing any children born of said marriage.

Lyaera would have to undergo a series of preparations to make herself more desirable in the Usurper's eyes. Perfumes, certain clothing, and mannerisms. She would catch his attention and then go about playing hard to get. Though that part was likely to fail.

During the time she spent in the city's brothels, she had seen whores from the far East who knew the Ghiscari six seats if pleasure and had asked to learn such techniques for herself.

"Uncle, I'm not sure I can do this?" She said to him. Lyaera was still a maid, untouched by man. The thought of her first time was scary, especially when her first time would be with a man who destroyed her family.

"I'm not going to force you to do it, but you would have to answer to Naela if you choose not to do it." His greyish purple eyes flickered in the candle light. "The usurper's well drunk in the great hall and there are no other women in his chambers. Once he gets escorted to his chambers, you won't have to deal with getting passed the kingsguard. And Set Boros has been well paid for his silence. But that's it."

"Okay, I'll try," she finished. She walked into the King's bedchamber, stripped down to her nameday suit and buried herself under the layers of satin sheets.

In that time she waited, she thought of her mother back on Dragonstone, she thought of her friends, of Naelyria, of her little brother, Viserys, of the the twins Daemion and Daenerys. She had prayed for their good health, though, she doubted the Seven would answer a bastard's prayer.

"Mayhaps I'm speaking to the wrong Gods." She thought out loud. "Since I'm Blood of the Dragon, it would make more sense to pray to the Gods of the Dragonlords." Lyaera wasn't pious, and was always a bit skeptical about the everything the septons spoke of.

If the Seven are so wonderful, why is my family in betrayed, butchered like pigs and cast into exile? I saw the pain in Viserys' eyes as his mother slowly died in front of him. As an older brother he looked up to was killed, as his niece and nephew lost their lives as well. If my maidenhead can play a part in the downfall of lions and stags then I will gladly carry that monster's bastard inside me. Her private thinking came to an end when the bedchamber doors flug open and the shadow of a tall, lean figure appeared before her.

A great weight had come onto the bed, and Lyaera had felt a hand upon her thigh.

"Oh, a bed-warmer," a man's voice boomed drunkenly.

He moved closer to her, to the point where she could feel his breath on her. It sent shivers through her body but she kept her composure.

"Cersei...wh-what are y-y-ou doing in here?" He asked. "Y-Y-OU were with y-your brother la-last I c-c-checked."

"My name is Joanna Lannet, Your Grace," Lyaera turned to face him. She didn't fully reveal her face, but only showed her eyes. "I assumed you would like some company tonight." She saw deep blue eyes full of lust and a black beard that was partially red from the wine.

"Aye," he drunkenly removed the sheets and exposed her. She covered her tits but with her arms, only for him to grab both of her arms by the wrists and force them above her head. Lyaera tried not to let out her cries of pain as he sucked on one of her breast while pinching the other with his left hand. Soon that hand moved down her body til it reached her cunt.

The tears poured down her face as she bit her tongue to the point where her teeth almost broke the skin... When he had removed his trousers and positioned himself on top of her, Lyaera closed her eyes, trying to remember her slice of happiness...

When it was all over, Lyaera ripped off a satin sheets and wrapped around herself. She was in so much pain as the fire between her legs would not cease. She fell half a dozen times before reaching the door to the bedchamber. tried to leave out the front, only to collapse halfway out the door.

"My lady..." Another man's voice called out to her, yet she was too winded to respond. "Are you alright? Can you hear me?"

Before blacking out, all she could see was a head of sun golden hair armoured in gold plated, white armour.

When next Lyaera awoke, she was in the Grandmaester's chambers. A conversation could be heard on the other side of the room. When she tried to move, she found herself too numb for any real movement.

The conversation had ended and a elderly man had entered, a decadent chain around his neck. though, most of the chain was hidden under his white beard.

This must be the Grandmaester, she thought.

"Ah, you're awake." The Grandmaester said to her. "Tell me, what is your name?"

"J-Joanna Lannet," she replied.

"Lannet, eh...? Hmm...You must be one of the Queen's handmaids, are you not?"

"I am."

"So then, how exactly did you end up in the King's bedchamber?" He asked in a darker tone.

"I was invited by the King himself... See Boros Blount will vouch for that, as he was the one who approached me with a letter writ in King's own hand, detailing how the I had caught his Grace's eye. I knew that had I refused, his grace would have me thrown into the Black Cells to rot. So I complied without issue."

"I see..." The Grandmaester seemed to believe her, but seeing as how the man rubbed his browl, Lyaera knew that she would have to get out of there.

"If I may, Grandmaester, how did I come to be here in your chambers?"

"Ah, Ser Jaime Lannister of the Kingsguard brought here in the hour of the Owl, you were bruised and unresponsive, blood between your legs. Tell me, were you a maid when the King took you into his bed?"

"Aye, I was. I'm sure his grace did not mean to be so forceful. Without a doubt he may wish to see me again..." The pain was still there.

Weeks had come and passed. Those same weeks turned into moons. As she prodicted, the usurper sought her again, and again, and again; each time, he was more drunk and more forceful. But, Lyaera held on, waking up more knumb than the previous time.

After three moons of pain and agony and entropy, Naelyria's plan had bore fruit, for Lyaera was with child.

She had sent word to Naelyria using one of the few red ravens provided. Only to receive a reply seven days later, instructing Lyaera to leave the city, for if the Lannisters caught wind, they'd have her and her unborn child killed as to remove a potential threat to them. Basically preventing another Blackfyre rebellion before it could begin.

"How are you feeling?" Her uncle asked.

"Knumb... tired... starving..." She glided her fingers across the small lump of her belly. "I need to get out of here."

"Patience, sweet one," Rennifer said. "There is a ship named 'Joyful Pyre', heading this way from Volantis. It was last seen near Tarth. It should be here in a sennight, a fortnight if the winds are in its favor. Then, it'll be able to take you back to Dragonstone and to your mother. There, you can safely have the child."

"What about you, uncle?"

"I have found work within the Red Keep as a jailor, and as another set of eyes and ears for Naelyria."

With the aid of some spies that had infiltrated the City Watch, Lyaera was able to get aboard the the Asshai'i trading cog as it was bound for Dragonstone.

The crew was a queer buch, as they all wore red wooden masks that completely consealed their faces, tattoos all over their arms and black velvet clothing the was oft too big for them. There was even a red priestess of R'hllor aboard.

"I was once told that the night is dark and full of terriors. Tell me, what do you see in your flames?" She asked the priestess out of curiosity. Lyaera had seen some red priests in Kingslanding and read about them growing up, but this was her closet encounter with one of the red faith.

"The Lord of Light has shown me many of visions. The Coming Darkness and the God of Darkness who's name shall not be spoken, the Lands of the Long Summer, Dragons in Braavos, Dragons in the deepest seas, Dragons in the bitter North, Dragons in the highest mountains and a Dragon amongst Lions and Stags. But most of all, you and the seed in your belly. Born of the Stag and the Dragon, your seed shall bring about a fury unlike any of his father's house."

"He...?" Lyaera was in shock. "I'm going to have a son?"

That night, Lyaera had a dream. Of a golden field with high grass, of crimson skies and in the midst of it all, a stag with midnight black fur, piercing blue eyes, with hooves and antlers of Scarlet, and as it reared up, lightning struck it's antlers and caught aflame. All the while a voice kept ottering the same word. Stormblood...