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"Do you know what this was about, uncle?" Daenerys asked, hands clasped over her abdomen as she followed Benjen down the corridor. After the renovations Queen Elia ordered to the place when Dany was still an infant, even the Holdfast was brighter and more richly decorated than before - a fusion of styles ranging from the avant guard to the traditional. Daenerys took that to heart when heading up the renovations of Winterfell during her and Jon's fostering years before.

Benjen looked at his niece and shrugged. "Your mother is a mystery wrapped in an enigma, my dear. She wears only the emotions on her sleeve that she wants you to see."

Taking that into account, she nodded. "I have a feeling this involves one of her competitions with muna."

"That's a good bet to make."

"But how would that involve me?"

He could not answer that, so merely shrugged. Again, Benjen looked over his blood niece - reflecting how much she had changed since the squalling babe he had held in his arms the day she was born. Her dress was a sleeveless blue, one of the Essosi styles that were popular in the south these days. It showed off the skin of her chest without being immodest, and in the northern style it covered her legs. Dangling from her neck was a silver direwolf pendant, a gift from her grandmother. She never left her bedchamber without it. 'I am very clearly a dragon, but this shows I am part wolf as well.' Benjen remembered how Lya cried and hugged her daughter close when Dany said that.

You should be proud, Lya. You raised eight wonderful children, and this one is the most precious of all.

"Well, good luck, your Grace," he finally said, reaching Lyanna's solar.

Dany laughed and kissed Benjen on the cheek. "I know muna makes you do that to tease you. I am not so cruel."

"If your brother was in the Kingsguard, I'm certain you'd feel differently," Benjen smirked.

She smirked back, the mischief in her violet eyes completely of her mother. "Perhaps." Kissing his cheek one more time, she slipped inside alongside Hura while Benjen stood watch.

The room was decorated simply - aside from the wide windows, the wooden panels and bearskin rug gave it a northern look that belied on Queen Lyanna's origins. Lyanna always felt that the solar gave her a sense of comfort when she was there, and with her own northern roots Daenerys could understand. It did so for her as well.

"Muna," she said, finding Lyanna seated behind her desk with a smile. Shadow rested on the floor behind her. Hura yipped at her mother, trotting over to join her atop the carpet. "Aunt Ashara." Standing beside her mother was the beautiful Dornishwoman, often considered the most beautiful woman in the Realm of her generation - many a Lord was bitter that uncle Ned was the one to actually snag her. But there was one other, a person Dany was sure she should've recognized but unfortunately didn't. "Forgive me, my Lord, but I do not…"

He held up his hand, chuckling softly. "No apologies, necessary, your Grace. I hold no offense." Short, the man was dressed rather simply, grey hair belaying a long and hard life. "I am Howland Reed."

Noticing the lizard-lion sigil etched into his leathers, Daenerys made the connection. "Lord of Greywater Watch, now I recognize you." He was a childhood friend of her mother and one of Jon's bannermen in the war beyond the wall - lost his son during the Long Night. "By the old gods and the new, please accept my condolences for your lost son."

Feeling Daenerys take his hands, Howland noticed genuine compassion in her violet eyes - she hadn't known Jojen, but still shared his grief. "You are the very image of your mother at this age."

Dany blushed. "Thank you, Lord Reed." Everyone compared the Princess to her grandmother Rhaella in her youth, while for most of her professional life she had learned the skills of ruling either from her father or from her other mother, Queen Elia. Most never could realize she was Lyanna's daughter without prior knowledge, minus being practically born astride a horse like Lyanna was. It was… refreshing that someone noticed her blood mother in her. "Muna, what is it that you wished to speak with me of?"

Rising from the chair, Lyanna rounded the table. Daenerys was about a head shorter than her, taking more after Lyarra than either her nor Rhaegar, so the Queen looked down at her daughter. My daughter. Regardless of her competitive instinct or fierce passion, tears welled in her eyes. "You… you're truly a woman, my beautiful Dany."

Daenerys found herself squeezed tightly by her mother. "Muna…" she groaned, a little embarrassed even though it was just Lord Reed and Aunt Ashara in the room with them. "We see each other every day. You can see me growing up."

Pressing a kiss upon Dany's brow, Lyanna pulled back and smiled warmly at her eldest daughter. "I'm sorry… I know you're a woman grown, but I suppose it only truly occurred to me this day." She placed a hand on Dany's bare upper arm, stroking it softly and affectionately.

How could Dany stay annoyed at that? Biting her lip, she merely hugged Lya back, resting her head on her mother's shoulder. They were dressed similarly, while Ashara wore something more classically Dornish. "I love you, muna."

"I love you too, Dany." She took a deep breath. "That is why I brought you here with myself, Lord Reed, and your aunt." Ashara, in spite of her longer friendship with Elia, was her dear goodsister and was trustworthy against her wife. Lord Reed… he had experience in surreptitious plotting with her. A perfect team. "Tell me, pup, do you love your brother?"

She blinked. "Of course I love him. Daemon is my brother…"

"No, not as siblings. Do you love Jon as I do your kepa?"

For a moment it didn't register, but when it did it hit her hard. "What?" Dany started sweating, her heart beating out of her chest. "No, why would you think that?!" They wouldn't tell anyone… I can trust Sansa, Missy, and Asha… wait, did someone overhear us?

Ash walked to Dany, placing a hand on her shoulder. "For those who know the signs, it's quite clear the way you look at him is that of a besotted lover rather than a loving sister."

Dany was close to hyperventilating. "It's not true…" Gods, she loved him desperately but couldn't ruin her parents' plans - much as she wanted to.

Lyanna sighed. "Dany, we're not mad at you. It would be hypocritical of me to wish you not to love Jon when it is he that I wish to betroth you to."

Two violet eyes grew as wide as saucers. "What did you say, muna?"

Inwardly, Lyanna laughed at the vast change in her daughter's mood. When before it had been completely on edge, now it was calm… excited even. "I seek to betroth you and your brother, as do… the rest of our family." A little white lie hurt no one, even though she could almost see Ashara rolling her eyes at it. Ash may think it's silly, even if she agrees with me about Dany.

There was a brief silence before the dragonwolf princess' face exploded in pure joy. "Eeeeeee!" came an uncharacteristic squeal of the normally modest Daenerys - one loud enough to stir Hura from her nap. "Thank you, muna!" Dany threw her arms around Lyanna's neck, hugging her tightly. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" This had to be a dream… no, no dream of hers could be this perfect… "I've loved him for so long, but I never thought it possible."

Sharing a look with Ashara, the two ladies grinned at each other. Oh Elia, I can't wait to see the expression on your face when you see I was right. Her lips salivated with the thought of the poor Martell tied up and on her stomach, forced to sup at her cunt while Rhaegar pounded her forbidden hole from behind…

She shook her head. No, now is not the time for that. "I thought you said you didn't love him?"

"That was a lie, muna. I'm so sorry, but I couldn't let it be known since I know Jon was being considered for alliances…"

"Dany… Dany, calm down." Lyanna chuckled, brushing her thumb across her daughter's cheek. "You are the only one we would think of to marry him, but we cannot set the betrothal now."

The light left her eyes. "What do you mean?"

"I am sure of your love for Jon, but your brother can be quite dense."

"That's true… does he not love me?" The thought made her want to die.

Ashara cleared her throat. "We aren't sure he knows what his feelings are, but your mother and I are certain that he does."

"Which is why you are going to draw them out," Lyanna smirked, seeing Dany's eyes widen in curiosity. "That's where Howland, your aunt, and I come into the picture."

Blinking, Dany was unsure for a moment of what her muna was planning… but that ended quickly. Whatever it takes to marry the man I love, I shall do. "Tell me, muna. What must I do?"

"Here you go," said Obara gruffly, thumping Rhae on the back. "Your mother awaits. Don't be a bitch and keep her waiting."

"Fuck you," Rhaenys shot back, shoving her in return. "Don't start a fight that you know you'll lose."

Obara's eyes narrowed. "Wanna make it happen?"

"Enough." Nymeria rolled her eyes. "Obara, you know Rhaenys'll kick your ass so just shut the fuck up already." Glaring at her sister, Obara merely crossed her arms and kept her mouth shut.

"Thank you," Rhaenys told her cousin. "You're still a bitch, though, Nym."

"Aye, I suppose I am." Nymeria preened. "Now get the fuck in there." Chuckling at her brainless cousins, Rhaenys did as bidded. By her mother, not her cousins. Fuck them if they ever think I'd obey them. It was simply their relationship together - forever antagonistic.

She saw her mother as expected, Elia seated in her personal solar decorated as if it were in the Water Gardens - plenty of plants, shiny white walls of marble, and even a balcony with a fountain. She wore a tasteful black dress, revealing in all the right places for a Queen. "Come in, my dear." What Rhaenys didn't expect was whom were also waiting for her.

"Muna," she stated. "Uncle Oberyn, Aunt Ellaria."

"Welcome niece," Oberyn remarked, nonchalantly sharpening a spearhead with a whetstone. "My my, you look good enough to eat."

"Practically scrumptious." Ellaria licked her lips, always larger than life in her quite skimpy dresses that showed off her midriff. In her words, she wore Essosi styles before they were fashionable. "The boys and girls of the capitol must go mad with lust at seeing you."

They might… I'd give them a black eye if they tried. Rhaenys was arguably beautiful in her simple red and black dress - the colors of her house.

Shaking her head, Elia mock glared at her brother and effective goodsister. "Stop being lechers."

"Do you want us to stop breathing, sister? May as well ask."

I'm gonna kill you one day, brother. Well… she wasn't, but it was tempting. "Anyways, Rhae, we called you here for a simple reason, the matter of your betrothal."

Oh for the love of the gods… "Muna, I know kepa and muna probably have some dashing young Lord planned for me and all the blah blah blah songs of knights that Sansa probably sings in her sleep, but let me save you the trouble." She shook her finger. "I will not like him. I will not fall for him. I will let him sire one child from me and then I'm done. If you don't like my terms, then forget about it."

Ellaria cackled. "Well, the dragon knows what she wants." She raised a goblet of Dornish red to her. "You should be Queen of these Seven fucking Kingdoms."

Rhaenys snorted. "Aye, but Jon is the Crown Prince and I would rather die than usurp him." She said it with conviction, which made Elia's brow rise. "Only other way I'd become Queen is if I marry Jon, and that's not going to happen."

Why did her heart twinge when she said that?

"Is that what you want, Rhae? To marry Jon?" Elia watched her closely.

"What?" Rhae was confused. "No, that's not what I said… I'm not marrying Jon. What in seven hells?"

Oberyn shrugged. "I thought you'd want to marry the man you love, but oh well. Women are a complex beast - that's why I also fuck men, much easier to deal with."

Rhaenys felt like she was being surrounded by the fire of her dragon, intense light blinding her. "Alright, what is going on? What are you people saying? I love Jon, really?"

"She who denies it supplies it," Ellaria mused.

"I don't know what that even means."

"The exact thing a girl in love would say."

Blinking, Rhaenys felt like pinching herself to see if she fell asleep. This was certainly more strange than a dream.

Elia wished to take pity on her daughter. "Please, Rhae. We just feel that you may have some hidden feelings for your brother…"

Oberyn scoffed. "Just admit it, niece. You'll feel better."

"Admit what?"

"Admit it."

"Stop saying that!"

"Admit it, admit it," Oberyn just repeated himself. "Admit it, admit it, admit it…"

Almost shaking from the bombardment she was getting, Rhaenys slammed her foot on the floor. "Will you both shut up!" She was seething. "Fine! I love Jon! I love my brother! There, I hope that makes you happy!" There was a long, tense silence, only punctuated by her breathing as the three others waited for it to sink in… When it did, Rhaenys' anger evaporated and she gasped - hands covering her mouth. Holy shit… I love him…

Admitting it to herself… the ire washed away into a swirling calm. Contentment. I love him… Rhaenys imagined her brother, and immediately her heart did a little catch. Never had she thought of him in such a manner, but now it simply felt right. It felt perfect, like it was meant to be.

It is meant to be… Jon and I. Carrying on the Targaryen tradition. But if that were the case… "Muna," Rhaenys pleaded. "Please don't betroth him to anyone else."

Hearing the desperation in her voice, Elia hid her elation for her daughter. She just needed to be sure before continuing. "He is of the age to marry, dearest daughter. Jon will need a Queen, and your kepa, muna, and I have been weighing candidates for betrothal."

While before it merely pricked at her side, the words were like a greatsword buried in her heart. "No…" Tears filled her eyes. "None of those maidens would truly love him. They just want the power and prestige of being the Crown Princess. He deserves someone that actually adores him the way he deserves."

"And you feel that person is… yourself?" Elia pushed, waiting for the answer.

No one can be the person he deserves. Daemon deserved the sun and the moon, and Rhae felt wholly inadequate. But she didn't trust anyone else… perhaps one, but such was more remote a possibility than her and Jon. "I do."

"You love him?"

She nodded. "With all my heart and soul."

Oh Lya… better be ready to be chained to the wall while I work your cunt… very slowly. "Well then," Oberyn spoke, chuckling. "You better get going, sister."

"I should, shouldn't I?"

Rhaenys blinked. Completely confused. "Wait, what's going on?"

Elia walked to her, looking over her beautiful daughter. She was Dornish through and through, but the fire in her Valyrian eyes was that of a pure dragon. Never had Elia been more proud of her than in this moment. "You gave your opinion, and I trust your judgement. Jon's betrothal will be to the person who can truly adore him as you said… you."

It didn't register at first, but as it did Rhaenys' knees buckled. "Muna…?" she murmured, Elia guiding her to sit down. "Do… do you mean it truly? That he and I are to marry?" Even saying the words made her heart skip a beat. Gods, she loved him. Rhaenys may not have realized it until that moment, but there was no denying the feelings except for what they were.

A girl in love. Desperately so.

"Aye, it will be done." The most brilliant of smiles appeared on Rhaenys' face. "But there is one thing that has to be done first." The smile fell. "You need to make sure your brother is in love with you."

She raised her eyebrow. "You haven't discussed this with him?"

Ellaria snorted. "Your brother? He's denser than you are. Gets it from his father and his uncle - the quiet one, not the drunken slob."

"Never change, goodsister, never change," Elia shook her head, smirking. "Daemon… I need him to be the one to ask your kepa for your hand."

"Why?"

She hated lying to her daughter, but in the face of Lya's inevitable gloating if she won, Elia made the hard choice. "Because your kepa believes he must assert himself on this. I know Jon loves you, but you need to make sure he realizes it."

Rising, the fire returned to Rhaenys' eyes. "Alright, let's do this!"

"That's the spirit!" Oberyn laughed. Oh, this was going to be so much fun.

"The way the river cuts through the mountains so sharply… it is quite interesting to see the Torrentine splay out into the ocean at such a flat surface. Warm and nice, not stifling like here."

Imagining the crystal blue waters and pleasant weather, Visenya sighed happily. "I would so love to see it."

Ser Gerold Dayne of High Hermitage chuckled lightly - arily, without condescension or amusement at his companion's expense. At least outwardly. "It still is surprising that you've never travelled to Dorne."

The Princess looked regretful. "I always wanted to see muna's homeland, but my fostering was in the North with my blood kin and by the time I was able to truly travel, Jon wanted me to join him in the campaign."

"I understand. Perhaps one day you could travel there with your own retinue."

Visenya giggled - a rare sound from her but she couldn't help it. She was happy after years fighting in the cold. "I would need a protector. Someone local to help me, but Ser Arthur is my brother's Kingsguard." For someone who hadn't even kissed a man, Visenya was quite the skilled flirt.

Gerold "Darkstar" truly enjoyed this. "Perhaps I can find someone." Taking her hand in his, he pressed a gentle kiss upon it that made the Princess very nearly swoon.

Fists clenching the lip of the stone railing until they were near white, Jaehaerys quickly ducked out of the window from the second floor, wrenching himself away from the sickening sight. "What does Senya see in that turd?"

"She's never been to Dorne, she doesn't understand," Arya whispered back. "She has a northern mindset, thinks every emotion is written on one's sleeve."

"And you don't, cousin?"

Arya shrugged. "As I said, I was raised here and I've been to Dorne. Mother and Rhaenys have taught me plenty." A snort. "Sansa though, she's an idiot just like her mother."

He chuckled. "Not a fan of aunt Catelyn?"

"I would rather not spend most of my day primping myself while reciting from the Seven-Pointed Star each time I say a mean word." While Ned tended to honey-glaze everything, Ashara was bluntly honest to her children. That included the flaws of the family. "I'd sleep around if my husband was a Tully."

"You've never slept around."

She grumbled again. "Doesn't mean I don't want to…" Blushing, Arya changed the subject. "Unlike her mother, though, Sansa's got enough wolf in her to not make her a lost cause. As with Senya, we just need them to see what assholes those two are." She stroked her chin. "How do we… what?"

"What?"

"You're smiling evilly," Arya smirked. "Tell me what you're thinking."

Jaehaerys was indeed, mind devious. "You ever listen to the stories of Tyrion Lannister."

Arya blinked. "The Imp? Not particularly."

"He's lived a very amusing life, one we can very well borrow from…" As he spoke further, Arya was soon intrigued.

"Attention! Attention!" The herald smacked his staff against the stone floor, the resultant crack echoing throughout the throne room. "His Grace, King Rhaegar Targaryen, First of His Name - and Queens Lyanna Targaryen and Elia Targaryen." The entire court fell to their knees as Rhaegar and his Queens made their entrance, each wearing outfits of the full Targaryen colors. Rhaegar in a doublet and trousers shorn of martial air, Elia in a Dornish dress of fine silk, and Lyanna in an Essosi-style dress that covered her modestly but showed off her curves.

They looked the epitome of a mighty trio of rulers.

Taking his seat upon the Iron Throne - his brides seated to either side of him on straight-backed chairs - Rhaegar bid his court to rise with a wave of the hand. "Welcome, honored Lords and Ladies of the Realm to this session of court. I shall keep my remarks brief and allow you to go about your merriment soon enough."

While a royal summons indicated something serious, the concurrent announcement of a luncheon in the royal gardens did much to soften the call. Everyone was dressed in their leisure outfits for the occasion, a happy moment that after two wars and the risen specter of the Realm's just barely avoided doom. The King was willing to grant it to them.

Clearing his throat, Rhaegar continued. "I ask you here today to make an announcement - one in my relation to my eldest children."

The herald smacked his staff again. "Crown Prince Daemon Targaryen, Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, and Princess Daenerys Targaryen, please step forward."

Jon was similarly dressed to his father, while the Princesses were both dressed in the latest Meereenese fashion - Rhaenys in red and Daenerys in black. "Your Grace," they all stated, bending the knee before the Iron Throne.

"Get up, you three," ordered Rhaegar, smirking at his brides. "Princess Daenerys," he began, eyes falling on his beautiful Valyrian Princess - a wondrous mix of himself and Lya. "You came of age in a city of brick, and now at the young age of two decades left it one of marble. Through your initiative, King's Landing is free of the filth past rulers have allowed it to stagnate into, and our Realm is all the better for it. Your efforts shall ring true throughout the histories alongside that of Jaehaerys the Conciliator and Viserys the Lawmaker, Princess Daenerys, daughter of Rhaegar and rider of the dragon Frostfang. You have brought glory to your House, your King, and your home and have the greatest pride brought upon you."

Warmth filled Dany's soul at the praise of her kepa. Not a warrior or soldier as Rhae or Jon, she made up for it in other ways and to hear the glories brought to her was among the most wondrous of feelings. "I am but a humble servant of your Grace and the Seven Kingdoms," she replied, curtseying.

You deserve far more, my beautiful daughter. Rhaegar wished to rise and hug Dany close, but he was forced to continue. Luckily for him, his gaze was next directed on the wild, powerful dragonviper he had once helped train - the beautiful copy of her mother's exotic grace, yet with the spirit of a dragon inside her violet eyes. "Princess Rhaenys, there is the might of Queen Visenya inside you. The spirit of Daena the Defiant." Rhaegar saw her stand straighter as he spoke. "I knew exactly what I was doing by appointing you commander of the war in the Stepstones, and not only did you defend our homeland from attack but you took the fight to the Three Daughters and you triumphed. Old Valyria and House Targaryen have been distinguished by powerful female warriors, and from now on Princess Rhaenys, daughter of Rhaegar and rider of the dragon Sunfyre, you have added your name to these heroes."

Trembling with pride, Rhaenys fought tears - fought the urge to rush to her kepa and bury her face in his neck as she did as a little girl. "I am but a humble servant of your Grace and the Seven Kingdoms," she merely said, just as Dany did.

In spite of their little game, Lyanna's heart swelled with both of her daughters. They became just the sort of strong, wonderful women that she and Elia had so hoped when they held them just after their births. She reached out to clasp Rhaegar's hand, finding that Elia had the same idea - the Queens' eyes met, and competition took a sideline to love and happiness for themselves and for their children.

"Crown Prince Daemon." Rhaegar's booming voice brought Jon forward. Of purely northern coloring, but he carried himself as a proud dragon should. No one could deny his paternity. "My son… words cannot express what I wish to say to you." He took a deep breath. "Before me stands a man of two august bloodlines of the most ancient magic, the dragons of House Targaryen and the First Men of House Stark. You have grown from youth into being the very image of a future King and it was with that in mind that I sent you north to fight just as I sent your sister… but on the way as you pursued victory, you found something far greater. An evil so malevolent that the entire world was at risk…"

"But you didn't just fight, you triumphed. Forging bonds that have never been attempted before, you took the forces of the Seven Kingdoms and you met the greatest evil on the field of battle and you triumphed. I cannot think of any other that I would wish to succeed me in this throne - my son, my darling boy, my proud dragonlord." He clasped his hand over his chest. "They often call me the second coming of Aegon the Conqueror, but my son… you, Daemon Targaryen, son of Rhaegar and rider of the dragon Vhagar, you deserve this honor more than I.

He was numb, doing his best not to shy away into his own corner at the praise heaped upon him. "I am but your humble and dutiful servant, your Grace."

Modest as ever, my dear son. Clapping his hands, Rhaegar rose. "For my three children, the greatest of our House, I proclaim a tourney to be held two weeks hence. A grand celebration if might and wonder to commemorate the future of House Targaryen as embodied by Prince Daemon and Princess' Daenerys and Rhaenys."

"Long may they reign!" shouted the crowd, breaking out in applause.

Treasure vaults flush with the gold and gems of the Three Daughters, the Master of Coin Tyrion Lannister spared no expense in the festivities both previously and to come. The gardens were decorated lavishly like a harvest festival in the Reach - gauzy banners and colorful canopies joined large tables of refreshments. Light, lean fare to coincide with the airy ambiance that predominated. Guests mingled about, speaking to friends and allies while sipping at weak ale and watered wine. Many a knight charmed a blushing maiden, the lads hoping to solidify connections made during the past triumphal feasts.

Much as it should've irked her, Rhaenys felt like just that sort of blushing maiden… and it did not bother her one bit. There was only one man she wouldn't have been ashamed to pine and desire for like a lovestruck fool, and that was her brother Jon. Luckily for her, she had his full attention that day. None of the whores were in sight, just her and her beloved.

And Daenerys, but in that Rhaenys didn't mind. She'd never mind Dany's presence…

Shaking her head internally, the Princess focused on her brother as he spoke to them, watching every move of his lips and tongue. I know of a better use for those parts, valonqar. Just looking at Jon made Rhaenys' nethers soak, her heart burst with lust and love. Strange, for this feeling was entirely new. She didn't care. He was her love… her parents were keen to betroth them, but only if Jon showed he felt the same. Soon, my love. Soon we'll be together.

Rhaenys would have to survive on touches and intimate conversations for now.

"So what do you wish to do with the Night's Watch, now that the Dawn has been achieved?" Rhae was drawn out of her romantic musings by Dany, asking a question of Jon.

"There were many good folks within the Night's Watch," Jon said, nursing a mug of ale in his hands as he spoke with his sisters - something which all three of them truly missed regardless of new feelings. "I'm friends with them to this day, but there were also the scum of the earth."

Dany winced. "For too long it was used as a dumping ground for the wastrels and wretches of the Realm by Kings and Lords wanting to look magnanimous." Being of the North herself, she knew the history of the Watch quite well. Thank every god above that uncle Benjen wasn't sent there.

A dark, haunted look crossed the Prince's face… "I know more than I ever should of the truth of that."

Rhaenys heard his tone, heard the pain behind it. She gave Dany a worried look, one returned in her sister's lavender eyes. What troubles you, my love? But getting Jon to speak of anything emotional was like wringing blood out of a stone. She'd just have to wait until he opened up.

"Anyways," he continued. "Most of that type died long ago. The remainder have served the Realm proudly and I have released them of your vows."

"Understandable," Rhaenys commented. "There is no need for them anymore, what with the dead defeated and the Wildlings in accord with the Realm."

He shrugged. "It's a life that many of them have always endured, so I'm not so sure as to eliminate the organization completely… perhaps a different task for them to do that would attract those not of a malevolent background?"

Daenerys nursed her wine. "There is still significant banditry in the countryside. While my reforms to the City Watch have cut down on that within King's Landing, they are an urban force. Nothing of that nature exists for the rest of the Realm so perhaps the Night's Watch as an organization can be directed to that?"

"A wonderful idea, sister," Rhaenys stated, genuinely. "What do you say, Jon?"

The Crown Prince thought for a moment. "Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like had you two not been born alongside me." An ambiguous statement, one the two Princesses didn't know what to make of… until he smiled. "A cold, bleak, clueless world devoid of life and filled with my mistakes." They both smiled, even moreso when he kissed their cheeks. To Rhaenys, his lips were more electrifying than his touch had been. Gods… I have it bad.

"My Prince." All three Targaryens were drawn to the voice - that of their eldest cousin, Quentyn Martell. The self-styled 'heir of Sunspear' in spite of being younger than their cousin Ari, he was notable among the children of either Doran or Oberyn to refuse to refer to Lyanna's brood as 'cousin.' It made Rhaenys furious, but she let the more pathetic incidents slide. "My congratulations on the tourney in your honor."

Jon blinked, face impassive. "Thank you, cousin, but the tourney is for Daenerys, Rhaenys, and myself, To celebrate all our achievements. You should offer congratulations to them as well."

A scoff from Quentyn. "You cannot be so foolish, my Prince. It is clear that your father elevates you above my blood cousin in terms of achievement." He slurred his words, deep in his cups most likely.

"Come again?" Daenerys asked.

Quentyn's retinue, a cluster of Dornish knights that accompanied Rhaenys for her triumph, were but for a few all derisive of Jon. "We won a great victory against three of the oldest cities in Essos, and what did you do?" asked one. "Fought a bunch of wildling savages throwing bone spears."

Quentyn giggled. "Don't forget the ice monsters… ones no one has seen ever."

"Are you questioning my brother's integrity, Prince Quentyn?" Dany asked, her eyes narrowed. "The integrity of all of House Stark, as well as that of my sister and uncle?" The menacing way she spoke managed to spook the other knights into slowly distancing themselves from this, but Quentyn refused to back down.

"I'm only questioning your brother's fitness to be Crown Prince, especially given his snubbing of my cousin."

"Cousin, that's enough!" Rhaenys insisted loudly, drawing attention. "You will speak to Daemon with respect."

He huffed. "I only respect those who deserve respect, especially not half-breed bastard sons of whores…"

There were dozens of people that would have slugged him for each of his insults directed at Crown Prince Jon and Queen Lyanna. It was Rhaenys that actually did so, the crack echoing out as her fist connected to his face - breaking his nose. He toppled to the ground, clutching his bleeding face. "I'd fucking punch you again you little insect, but it's much more amusing to me that your female cousin knocked you out with just one."

"What's going on here?" Ser Arthur and Ser Oswell appeared, hands on their blades.

Dany spoke up. "Nothing. Prince Quentyn was just leaving… under guard so he doesn't leave his sickbed." The Kingsguards nodded.

As Daemon Sand and Edric Dayne dragged Quentyn away - Dany and the Kingsguards making sure he stayed dragged away - and the onlookers resumed their merriment as if nothing had happened, Rhaenys felt a hand cover her fist. "It's bleeding."

"Hmmm…" She looked up and saw concern in Jon's eyes. It filled her with warmth… only just now noticing the ache in her knuckles. "It's nothing. The cunt deserved it."

"I…" Jon furrowed his brows. "No, he was a cunt and he did deserve it." They smirked at each other. "But still, let me fetch Grand Maester Qyburn…"

"No, valonqar," Rhaenys insisted. "I'm fine." He looked like he didn't believe her, but Jon respected her wish - merely bowing his head and kissing the split knuckles. Making her shudder with delight at the contact of his lips.

"Is that better?"

"Yes…" she almost croaked.

A laugh. "You used to kiss all of my sparring scars on my chest when we were young so that I wouldn't have to embarrass myself in asking for munas' kisses. Least I could do to reciprocate."

Had Rhae been given the chance to do that again, his chest wouldn't be the only place on his body that she'd kiss. "Alright." Quentyn's words echoing in her head, Rhaenys winced. "Forgive me for that, Jon."

"You have nothing to apologize for…"

"No, he's my blood and his insults of you were a stain on me." Before he could speak again, she covered his lips with her finger. "Let me make it up to you."

His eyebrow rose. "Oh?"

"Aye. Let me…" She took a deep breath. "Let me take you to the market. We can shop and explore like old times." Rhaenys hesitated as to his reaction - body relaxing as soon as he smiled at her and squeezed her unhurt hand. Soon, my love… soon...

Little did Rhaenys know that her sister heard the whole thing, eyes narrowing and briskly walking away.

Chuckling at the image, Viserys Targaryen, First of his Name, leaned back in his plush seat with a grin. "That poor bastard reminds me of you, Daemon."

Prince Daemon Targaryen raised his brow at his elder brother quizzically. "Besides having my name and being the greatest swordsman of his generation…" He scowled as Viserys gave him a knowing twinkle of the eye at that comment. "I don't see how he is like me?" While it was flattering that Lyanna Stark so admired him that she named her eldest son after the Rogue Prince, Daemon felt it was the other that took his name to be more… akin to his personality - much as it was tragic to the family.

"Both of you are utterly clueless when it comes to matters of the heart. The resemblance there is so uncanny it borders on farce."

"Oh please. I was far more assertive at his age than he was."

A snort. "Daemon, that lad has bedded two northern beauties and enjoyed the affections of his stunning Dornish cousin - he doesn't lack boldness, but with those he is related to he's clueless as to their affections. That fits you completely."

"I married Laena and Nyra, remember?"

"Yes, but you let them completely seduce you into their loving arms. It was… quite strange to see you so besotted." As Daemon grumbled like a little child, Viserys laughed. "Oh valonqar, at least I went into my marriages with my affections open."

"And look at where it got you." There was a silence, to which Daemon sighed. "I didn't mean that, brother." He truly loved Viserys and didn't want to endure his mother's wrath if they started fighting again.

"Didn't mean what?" Approaching from behind were the two Queens. Aemma Arryn wrapped her arms round Viserys' neck, kissing his forehead. "Are you two brawling again?" she asked with ire.

Looking at Daemon, Viserys winked. "No, my dear. Just having a discussion of how my little brother is as clueless as his namesake."

"What, young Daemon? I think he's far more put together than the Rogue Prince." Alicent Hightower hadn't changed one bit, still the same haughty bitch Daemon remembered - but she loved Viserys and with relations largely patched between the Blacks and Greens he did not see the need to antagonize. "In fact, I think young Blackfyre is as well."

Viserys chuckled lightly. "Ease up on him, my love."

"Whose ass do I need to kick?" Dainty and petite, no one could call the former rider of Vhagar anything but tough as she walked and planted a sweet kiss to Daemon's lips. "Goodsister?" Laena asked, her eyes narrowing.

"No one. We're just having a nice talk, my adorable seahorse," Daemon replied, tickling her sides. "Now, where is your… there she is."

Ever beautiful in her black gown, Rhaenyra breezed in. Immediately pecking Laena on the lips before hugging Daemon close. "Thought of having a party without me."

"We wouldn't think of it."

Nodding, Rhaenyra embraced both Viserys and Aemma. "Kepa, muna," she said warmly. Her smile then fell, eyes narrowing. "Alicent."

"Rhaenyra." Some things… just didn't change. Both men prayed that neither would say anything that broke the calm… luckily, none did.

"So…" Nyra asked, sitting on her husband's lap - she and Laena very happily shared, and unlike Aemma and Alicent such relations were much better in that they shared each other too rather than simply being friends. "What were we all arguing about."

"Simply that your husband is much like his namesake."

Nyra grinned, giggling. "Is kepa truly bothering you, my love?" Rhaenyra asked her dear husband, dropping into High Valyrian.

Daemon laughed. "No, my dear. Nothing I can't handle."

She leaned in to kiss his jaw. "Good, I would hate to have to choose between the two of you."

"You two realize that I am fluent in High Valyrian, correct?" Viserys crossed his arms, a sour look on his plump face. "So I don't know why you think you can hide anything from me."

"Who says I'm hiding anything, dear brother?" Daemon replied, pulling in Nyra for a kiss - knowing how it would mortify Viserys to see his daughter in a liplock.

Mortify the King it did, coaxing an uncomfortable groan and making him avert his gaze. Rolling her eyes, Aemma stroked her husband's close-cropped silver hair. "Must you torment him, cousin? The brother who stayed loyally by you regardless of your flaws?"

A scoff from Alicent. "What do you expect, Aemma? He's the Rogue Prince - no sort of vile behavior is beneath him."

"Oh, shut up, stepmother," Rhaenyra said, drawing back from her husband's embrace. "If anyone has a right to criticize vile behavior, they are not you."

"Words from a usurper," she shot back.

Laena's eyes narrowed. "What did you call her?"

"You heard me, Sea Snake brat."

"Don't you dare insult Laena, you bitch."

"You're the bitch!"

As the ladies were drawn into yet another screaming match at each other, the two brothers locked eyes. They shrank in their seats, trying to escape the wrath of their wives and ensure they didn't get caught in the crossfire. "Is this what you dealt with for years, brother? If it is, then please forgive me for my lack of understanding."

Viserys sighed. "This was a good day for me, valonqar."

"My gods…"

"Don't apologize, Daemon. It's not what I wish." At hearing Aemma snidely lambast Laena for an insult directed Alicent's way over the Great Council that gave Viserys the crown, the King rested his chin on his palm. "Just know that when your daughters are affectionate in front of you, I'll be laughing."

Daemon shrugged. "No one's laughing now, Vis." He began to look for an exit as soon as the first glass goblet was thrown. Perhaps I'll see what Aemond or young Daeron are doing…?

A/N: So now each of the dragons are ready to go after their love. Hope you liked the little differences between them :D

Quentyn's such a butthole.

And the Rogue Prince makes his appearance! We'll see him again.

Be sure to comment guys!