Jaehaerys

He urged Vermithor to fly faster, his heart beating frantically in his chest. This was it. Today was the day he would finally face his usurping uncle. Tales of his uncle's cruelty were legendary throughout the seven kingdoms. He had the support of most of the noble lords, almost 60,000 men ready to fight for him, and a dragon; yet his uncle had the one thing that could render it all useless. The Black Dread. There was no known force in the seven kingdoms that could take down the black dread. Even scorpion bolts had only bounced off harmlessly when Lord Lorch dared to use them, hoping to have the same luck as the dornish. His grandfather had once told him, that the eyes, wings, and to a lesser extent the joint between the wings and the neck were the weak spots of a dragon. It was in these spots that a scorpion bolt could kill them. Though a dragon's scales harden enough to resist them at the age of eight, these weak spots took much longer. Twenty for the wings, twenty-six for that joint, and never for the eyes. Getting a perfect shot in a dragon's eye was extremely rare, and Balerion was old enough to simply melt the scorpion bolt should it come to that. /p

But it wasn't scorpion bolts that he feared. The black dread could tear apart both Vermithor and Silverwing with ease, and if Dreamfyre joined the fray, then the entirety of his supporters would burn before Vermithor and Silverwing's death. He thought of his poor elder sister Rhaena, who was denied the throne that should have been hers and Aegon's, and was then forced to bear their uncle's child. Last he had heard, she was about to deliver any day now. And that was almost a month ago. It wasn't out of the realm of possibility that she had given birth and recovered, and now their uncle would force her to fight him for the sake of her daughters. His nieces, Arera and Rhaella.

The thought of them sent a tinge of guilt down his spine. Here he was, proclaiming himself king when the children of his brother Aegon still lived. Was he just as much a usurper as Maegor? By the laws of inheritance, the crown should go to one of them as the heir to the previous heir. But the laws of inheritance weren't exactly crystal clear. When the king had a son and daughter, they would marry and rule together as equals, but what about two daughters? With how much the conqueror adhered to the faith, it was generally assumed that the law of inheritance was the same as what was used for most Andal houses. The Andal law, which stated that women couldn't rule when a male heir was available. Aegon hadn't done anything to discourage such thoughts. But then again, he probably hadn't foreseen such a situation even in his wildest dreams. There was also the faith to consider. They considered it a sin for women to rule, on the basis that it was the father who was in charge of judging people's actions and rendering justice, not the mother.

While he hated such a thing as it insinuated that Alysanne was inferior to him, it was a mandate from the gods themselves, who was he to deny it? The rest of the realm followed the seven save for the north, and despite being the largest kingdom, it was also the poorest and weakest and had already proven they couldn't care less when they didn't even try to quell the faith militant uprising south of the neck. They didn't rally to his call simply because they didn't believe he would be able to take on the black dread by himself and didn't want a northern Harrenhal. Despite lord Baratheon's anger and indignation, he bore them no ill will, for they weren't the only ones with these thoughts. He wasn't sure himself whether he could do it, but he had to. To avenge his brothers, to set the realm to rights, and to save their dynasty.

Silverwing's roar went a long way to raise his spirits. His sister was here with him, and her very presence had a way of making his life brighter. Lord Baratheon and their mother had both tried to get her to stay back at storm's end. But she had boldly declared that she wouldn't follow Rhaena's fate of being widowed and then being forced to marry their uncle, that if she was meant to die, she would do by his side. He couldn't possibly have gotten a better partner even if he asked for one. She flashed him a smile, her silver hair falling in waves down her back, rippling wildly in the wind, and he flashed one back. You won't share Rhaena's fate sister, you will get your due as queen even if I have to fight the doom of Valyria itself. He vowed to himself.

As he descended from Vermithor's back at the gates of the Red Keep, he was surprised to see the gates already open, with no sign of his uncle or the black dread. He had expected his uncle to meet him out here, flying atop Balerion, ready to tear him apart like he did with Aegon, but he wasn't complaining. Though he knew better than to be complacent. His uncle was as fearsome with blackfyre as he was atop Balerion. Despite lord Rogar's boasts, he doubted one single man could take on his uncle and live to tell the tale.

Not only that, but none of his uncle's loyalists were present either. Only Lord Darklyn was there, kneeling with his sword lying uselessly on the ground.

"The red keep is yours, my king," he said in a flat tone, though Jaehaerys could detect the slight hesitancy in it. This only further fueled his suspicions, Lord Darklyn was one of the most loyal men of his uncle, he wouldn't do such a thing whilst knowing what his uncle would do to him. Could this be a trap?

"You are late to the party my lord" he proclaimed with a hint of amusement in his voice to mask his nervousness.

The lord didn't say anything but the slight tremor that passed through his body was answer enough. The lord was either a really, really good mummer, or he was actually more afraid of him and Vermithor than of Maegor and Balerion.

"Allow me the honour of presenting his head to queen Alyssa, your grace" a voice cried in the background.

Nearly a dozen voices spoke up offering the same or urging him to agree to this demand, yet he had to tread carefully. This may still be a trap, and if they killed Lord Darklyn, his uncle might end up punishing his mother or Alysanne for it.

"Put him in chains. He will answer for his crimes in time. Right now, securing the Red Keep is our major objective."

There were a few grumbles but they complied. The lord kept his head down and didn't look in his eyes even as he was forced to his feet and into chains. He had no defiance in him whatsoever which should have assured him but didn't.

As he marched into the Red Keep, he gripped dark sister in one hand, and Alysanne's hand in the other. He had no idea where the hidden passageways lay, he would have them mapped when he ascended the throne, but for now, he half-expected his uncle to jump on him at any point to attack him with blackfyre. His whole body was tensed up in preparation for a fight and his heart was ready to burst from his chest, only Alysanne's comforting presence stopped him from dying of a heart attack. The servants, guards, knights, maids, and even children were seized. Some of the knights fought back, but most seemed to have given up for they surrendered freely.

As he entered the throne room, he was greeted by a sight he thought he would never see again. A great hall, with red walls, a carpeted floor, and a dais raised almost ten feet over the ground with sixteen steps leading to it, swords stuck to the sides of the dais, and eventually joining into one massive pile on the top. It was on this pile, the vague outline of a seat was visible, and atop the throne, sat his uncle Maegor, his eyes wide in surprise, a blade jutting out of his throat and his arms slit from elbow to wrist. It was a horrendous sight, and he regretted bringing Alysanne with him. Women weren't meant to see such horrific sights, especially not ones as young as Alysanne. Though while his men cheered, he himself was uncomfortable.

His uncle was one of the finest warriors in the realm, and someone had managed to kill him in such a horrific manner. But who? And is he still here?

His sister seemed to share his thoughts, for she asked, "by the seven how is this possible, who could have achieved such a feat?"

"I am afraid we have no knowledge, your grace. His grace was found in this position this morning, naught but an hour before your arrival. Your grace" answered a frightened maid.

"Where are those whoresons?" thundered Ser Olyver Bracken.

"Whom do you speak of Ser?" questioned Alysanne.

"Those pets of Maegor's. The false knights of the usurpersguard" spat out Ser Raymund Mallery.

Jaehaerys frowned as he had failed to notice the lack of the kingsguard. He would have to do better in the future. A king cannot bear to overlook anything, for even the smallest mistake could topple the mightiest of empires.

Just then a few men came rushing into the throne room, "your grace, your grace, Maegor's holdfast is locked shut. There are men outside the door protecting it, and more inside. We killed those on the outside but couldn't open the lock itself. Are we to break open the door? We await your orders, your grace."

"Ah! So the whoresons are hiding in the holdfast, too scared to face true men. Why am I not surprised?" Ser Olyver said with a sneer.

He ignored the knights as he pondered the issue. He had brought a small force with him, barely six hundred men as he believed the fight would ultimately be decided in the air, and the men he brought would only be needed to hold the castle and take care of any men who still fought him even after he had defeated his uncle. He had already lost a hundred of those as the knights and guards of the castle knew they would not be spared punishment for serving Maegor, and fought with an unmatched vigour that only came knowing that your life and that of your family was on the line. He had no idea how many men were holed up in that holdfast, it could be as low as a few dozen and it could be as many as perhaps a few hundred. He could take the holdfast by force if he wanted to, but it would be a bloody business and he would barely have enough men to hold the Red Keep.

"I think we should let it be Jaehaerys. Wait for mother and lord Baratheon to come with the greater host before attacking" advised Alysanne.

He couldn't help but smile. He and his sister were so alike in thought. She'd make a great queen, capable of ruling in his stead just as his grandmother ruled in king Aegon's.

"Bah! We don't need them. I will deliver all of their heads on your feet myself, my queen" boasted Ser Raymund.

"You will watch your tongue when you speak to my sister, Ser" Jaehaerys scolded. The knights helped bring further legitimacy to his claim, but they were greedy fools, who had only joined him because they believed they could gain much under him. He wasn't going to grant them any favour or shower them with any riches as they thought.

"I agree, your grace. The holdfast has only one door. We keep it barred and soon enough they will run out of food. They will be easier to take then," said Ser Daemon Rookston.

Just as he was about to announce his decision, another man came running into the throne room shouting, "your grace, we cannot find Princess Rhaena or Princess Arera anywhere."

Jaehaerys' breath caught in his throat. Of course! They were in the holdfast. That was why the men loyal to his uncle were all cooped up there. Protecting his sister and the king's yet-to-be-born heir, if he was born healthy that is. His uncle wasn't known to be the most fertile man after all.

Alysanne looked at him with worry in her eyes, though she said nothing. No one did. They all waited for his decision. Steeling his heart, he declared, "we will proceed as decided, secure the rest of the keep for now, we will take care of the holdfast once Lord Baratheon arrives."

As Alysanne squeezed his hand in silent support, he prayed to the seven that he had made the right choice.

A fortnight later

He watched as lord Rogar rode at the head of the host. Covered in gold enamoured armour with a horned helm, Lord Rogar was truly a sight to behold. His men rode off into king's landing to take command of the city, not that there was all that much of a city to take command of. Another thing for him to fix once the throne is secure.

"I welcome you, my lords. My uncle Maegor was found dead on the iron throne. While most of his Leal men have either been captured or have fled, some hold the holdfast named after him, where my sister is due to deliver any day if she hasn't already. We shall storm the keep and rescue her, but any who surrender are not to be harmed. I will allow no more bloodshed than what is necessary." He ordered firmly, looking everyone in the eyes with a steely gaze that made it clear that he would tolerate no disobedience.

Just then, a roar interrupted him as Dreamfyre flew to Maegor's holdfast. She roared once more, louder and more intensely than before, and though he couldn't see it, he imagined it meant that the gate would now open. No man was fool enough to defy a dragon after all.

"Well then, it seems like my daughter has taken care of the issue herself. Come Jaehaerys, let us meet them," said his mother Alyssa.

At this, Lord Rogar burst into laughter, proclaiming, "damn right she did. She is a true dragon that one. No doubt she gave that bastard Maegor hell." The lord did love making boasts and forceful proclamations a bit too much.

As they rode to Maegor's holdfast, his suspicions were proven correct. His sister Rhaena was there, standing with a babe clutched in her arms, holding Arera's hand as the girl looked to be crying at the sight of so many men. All around her, men stood with their hands on their swords, ready to cut down any threat, though most were glancing uneasily towards Dreamfyre.

"Rhaena! Oh, my lovely daughter, I am so sorry I couldn't save you from that beast. That you were forced to bear his progeny. I will take care of it. You don't need to worry about it" exclaimed queen mother Alyssa as she looked at her daughter with deep sorrow and at the babe in her arms with disgust.

"No. No you couldn't. Because you were too busy trying to mould Jae into the perfect king. You didn't even bother TRYING to save Viserys or myself. And now you are proposing to kill my son? Do you wish to make me a kinslayer mother?" she asked angrily.

He could understand why she sounded so angry and bitter. He was comfortable and safe in hiding while she undoubtedly had to suffer hell under their uncle. But he never imagined she would talk this way to their mother, and that too in front of a crowd.

"Girl, is that any way to talk to your mother? And why do you want to keep Maegor's bastard alive? Do you plan on usurping your brother's throne?" Lord Rogar challenged loudly.

Rhaena glared daggers at him. Dreamfyre's roar had everyone wincing. Dreamfyre was bigger than both Vermithor and Silverwing, atleast for now. The two working together could possibly bring her down, but he wasn't going to fight his sister.

"You will remember who you address unless you want Dreamfyre to remind you, my lord. I am well within my rights to demand your head for this insolence. And he is no bastard. Though it wasn't what I wished for, Maegor was still my husband and this son of mine is trueborn. He will bear the name Prince Aenys Targaryen and that is final."

Both his sister and lord Baratheon glared fiercely at each other, neither willing to back down. Jaehaerys started to worry, hopefully the two would not come to blows. Luckily his sister prevented a confrontation, if only for the time being, by interjecting.

"How about we all take some time to rest and reconvene with a well-rested and cool mind?" suggested Alysanne.

"Fine, but if I see or hear about anyone trying to harm either Arera or Aenys, I promise you Maegor will seem as Maegor the most devout compared to me."

The lords weren't happy with this proclamation, both the traitors and his loyalists, but one look from his sisters convinced them to hold their tongues. Maegor's men were apprehended. Some dared to draw their blades, but barely had an inch of steel left the leather before the warning growls of the three dragons stilled their hands.

Jaehaerys felt his head spinning as he walked into the main keep to get some rest. His sister had a son. His uncle Maegor's son. For her to suffer the way she did was horrific enough, but for her to have a reminder of it everyday? The seven truly did like to punish the Targaryens. Why did his sister want to keep that boy alive? Did she truly want the iron throne for her son? The throne that should have been hers, now her son's?

"Jaehaerys, you are not going to get an answer until we reconvene with the lords. Stop overthinking so much. When I suggested we all find some rest, I included you too Volanqar" Alysanne said exasperatedly.

Scandalized, Jaehaerys turned to see his sister Alysanne had entered the room and stood in front of him. Alone.

"Alysanne! What are you doing? We are not children anymore. It's not appropriate for us to be seen together like this."

She just raised an eyebrow and questioned pointedly, "We are to be husband and wife, my king, we will spend our entire life together, what do we care what people will say? Or do you plan on taking another as your wife instead?"

Jaehaerys quickly got up and embraced her. He couldn't afford to have her be mad at him, not only because his heart wouldn't allow it, but also because he needed her strength for the upcoming ordeal. "Of course not sister, you are the one I love. You will be my queen and none else. I just fear, with the faith rebelling against our siblings' marriage earlier, should we reveal our intentions before we make peace with them, we'd have another rebellion on our hands. And if uncle Maegor couldn't quell it with Balerion the black dread, what will we able to do?"

"You worry too much, Jaehaerys" she chided him softly. Yet she returned the hug and snuggled into his chest, "and that's why you will make a great king."

Rogar Baratheon

This was ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous. Maegor wasn't supposed to have any children. He could not allow any heir of his to disrupt his plans. Why was the girl so insistent on keeping that bastard alive? That accursed demonspawn was the proof of all her suffering. A living breathing reminder and naught else. Was she this entranced with the idea of having a son that she would willingly keep a monster's son alive? He didn't lack for brothers that could fill her with a child if that was the case.

Such were lord Rogar's thoughts as the lords reconvened in the great hall. The queen mother Alyssa was frowning as the young king and princess were late. As was the insolent girl Rhaena. Just then the herald announced Jaehaerys' arrival and all the lords rose up and bowed as the king strode in the hall, his sister by his arm. He was dressed in a black tunic with a red dragon on the chest, along with red breeches and a flowing black cloak. He wore no jewels, not even his crown, and yet looked every inch a king. He would be perfect.

His sister was dressed in a soft red dress with silver lace, she wore a golden chain with a red dragon curled up into a ball hanging from it. She also wore a wristband of silver, with four small gemstones embedded in it. She looked every bit the princess she was. The perfect specimen of old Valyria. He was sure that many young men in the room were feeling their breeches tighten. He would too were she his age, for despite being twelve, Alysanne Targaryen was one of the most beautiful women in all the seven kingdoms. Yes, she would make a fine bride. She would make a fine bride indeed. He frowned when he noticed that she clung a bit too tightly to Jaehaerys' arm. Almost possessively. This could pose a problem.

Yet before he could ponder the inclinations of their entrance, the herald shouted once more, "presenting her grace, Queen Rhaena of house Targaryen, wife of King Aegon II, and of King Maegor I, rider of Dreamfyre and eldest daughter of King Aenys; along with her grace, Princess Arera of house Targaryen, princess of dragonstone and heir to the iron throne and Prince Aenys of House Targaryen."

All heads turned once more, as Rhaena entered the room. She wore a sleeveless black dress, and a light red cloak. On her head, rested the crown she had worn as Maegor's queen. A gold crown, with two dragons facing each other, one made of onyx, the other of sapphires. Arera wore a small silver tiara. The girl put on a brave face, though he could tell from her eyes that she was terrified. So she can be trained after all.

Some of the lords were frowning at the proclamation, Lady Alyssa included, though others looked unsurely between the girl and the young king. Jaehaerys for his part looked unperturbed. His face carefully blank, though there was a hint of confusion in his eyes. Alysanne on the other hand, seemed to have completely ignored the announcement for she looked happy to see her sister, niece, and even that bastard. The young princess didn't even bother trying to hide her emotions, something she would need to learn.

"Now that we are all here, let us commence," announced Princess Alysanne.

"Sure. First of all, no one, and I repeat, NO ONE, will talk of killing my child in my presence, or we will need a new lordly house for their castle," promised Rhaena.

"But princess, why do you want to keep Maegor's bastard alive? Wouldn't it be better if he doesn't get the chance to follow in his father's footsteps at all?" questioned Lord Swann.

"He is not Maegor's son. He has no father. He is my son. Mine. And I will not see my son killed for that man's crimes" Rhaena defended fiercely.

"Come now Rhaena, be reasonab-" started Lady Alyssa but was cut off by her daughter's furious scream.

"NO. You of all people don't get a say mother. You left me and Viserys to die. Now you want me to follow in your footsteps. I won't. My son will live, his won't be an easy life, he will never sit the throne, but he will live as long as I do."

This caused all of their eyes to widen. Many believed that the reason she wanted to keep Aenys alive was so that she could eventually crown him, maybe assume his regency and rule the seven kingdoms herself, but if she didn't plan either, just why was she so defensive towards him?

Seeing their expressions, Rhaena scoffed and answered, "I am not stupid enough to believe anyone will accept Maegor's son as their king. And before you ask, I am not interested in becoming the queen myself at the slightest. But if something happens to Jaehaerys, then my daughter is your queen, and I will fight the seven themselves if I have to in order to save her birthright. Is that clear my lords?"

"But you are the rightful queen, your grace. You are the eldest child of King Aenys. The iron throne is yours by right. More so than Prince Aegon's, or Prince Viserys', or even Prince Jaehaerys'. You are the oldest, and the throne is your duty as much as it is your right. You cannot forsake it" argued Lord Celtigar.

Rogar found himself wishing to kill the stupid lord. He just had to open his mouth, didn't he? No matter, he won't allow his plans to be spoiled. No pious cunt will ever allow themselves to be ruled a woman. Even one with a dragon.

"I don't want it my lord. If my claim is greater than Jaehaerys' then I abdicate" Rhaena replied resolutely, assuaging all his worries.

"But then why did the herald declare you as Queen Rhaena, your grace?" inquired Lord Blackwood.

"To remind everyone that until Jae is crowned, he is still Prince Jaehaerys, whilst I will remain the queen, and if you try to harm my child, a prince of the realm, you'd be committing treason," she answered.

"This is not Dorne" Rogar decided to add, "and Rhaena is not Nymeria. Men's claim to their father's inheritance will always triumph over women's."

"Maybe that is what happens in westeros, but our monarchs are valyrians. In the valyrian society, inheritance was based on age not gender. If a woman can ride a dragon, what makes less qualified to sit a throne?" questioned Lord Celtigar hotly.

"ENOUGH! We may be of valyrian origin, but Valyria lies in ruins, whilst we are here, in Westeros, the heart of andal culture. My sister herself has abdicated the throne, she doesn't want it, so let's end the quarrel here" ordered Jaehaerys with force. His voice was commanding and full of power, but he looked at him not asking for approval or support like before but expecting him to comply. Something that annoyed him immensely. Just because your uncle is dead, and you got his sword, you think yourself my equal boy?

"In that case, I believe we should appoint prince Aenys as the prince of dragonstone instead of princess Arera since male claimants have superiority over female ones" commented one of the reach lords, whose name he didn't remember. Perhaps a Tarly or Rowan.

"NO! I will not have that monster's spawn be the heir over my own granddaughter" screeched Lady Alyssa.

Rhaena sent her a death glare, that caused everyone, himself included to flinch. Fuck! This girl had fire. Way too much fire for his plans. She could prove a big obstacle for him.

"He is naught but a bastard, he cannot inherit the iron throne" commented one of the lords. A furious roar was heard, louder than any Vermithor or Silverwing had ever produced.

"My Aenys is a trueborn prince. The second in line for the throne after my daughter. And any who believe otherwise can talk to Dreamfyre to hear her thoughts on this matter."

Her words were supported by another roar. Though this time, it wasn't Dreamfyre who roared. No dragon in existence could produce such a sound as the one heard at that moment. None, but the black dread himself.

"That will be enough my lords. My nephew Aenys will have the title of prince and all the rights and privileges that come with it, regardless of who his sire was" Jaehaerys declared in a tone that brooked no argument.

"My lord, whilst Prince Aenys is a trueborn prince, Arera has a greater claim to dragonstone as the daughter of our brother prince Aegon, than Aenys, who is our uncle's son" stated Princess Alysanne.

"By that logic shouldn't she have a greater claim to the iron throne as well?" asked Lord Blackwood.

"Perhaps she does, but she isn't ready for the throne yet. I am not sure she will ever be. No, the seven kingdoms need a strong king right now, not a weeping little girl" commented Lady Alyssa.

"Whilst I definitely disapprove of the words my mother used, they are true nonetheless. My daughter won't be able to handle the pressures of the throne right now. Nor do I wish for her to ever be forced to do such a thing" stated Rhaena.

Lord Blackwood, and a handful of other lords, most of whom were loyalists to Prince Aegon, looked ready to protest, but Rogar spoke up before they got the chance, "Well, that settles it I believe, Jaehaerys will become the next king of Westeros, and until he has a heir of his own, Princess Arera will be his heir."

"Indeed. Now I suggest we all take a break. We shall reconvene tomorrow," declared Jaehaerys. As he stood up, so did all the lords. They all bowed to their new king, some even falling to their knees, and left. The insolent girl she was, Rhaena just walked right out. Her daughter Arera following behind. The girl's facade had been broken, and now she looked like she had gone through hours of torture. He couldn't help the sneer forming on his face. This was the future of the seven kingdoms? THIS? He made a mental note to himself that if something happens to Jaehaerys, he would crown Alysanne's husband, or perhaps Rhaena if he could get her a husband capable of controlling her, but never Arera.

As he moved towards the door after bowing, a voice called out. "Lord Rogar, please stay, I believe we have a few matters to talk over."

It was the queen mother, Lady Alyssa. He knew exactly what she wanted to talk about. One would need to be blind to not notice the way she looked at Maegor's bastard.

"Of course, your grace. Your wish is my command" he replied courteously.

Alyssa Targaryen nee Velaryon

"We cannot allow this, this abomination to live. He is Maegor's son, it is only a matter of time before he rises up and takes over the throne. I already lost two sons to Maegor's cruelty. I won't lose any more" she stated firmly.

"Worry not my lady, he will have no support should he try to take the throne for himself. Maegor wasn't exactly popular after all. And he won't be able to even think of attempting such a thing for a few years. Accidents happen, not many children survive past infanthood, no one would bat an eye if another didn't."

Lord Rogar's words brought her much relief. She was truly perplexed by today's events. How had Maegor conceived a healthy son? The seven were punishing Maegor for his cruelty by denying him the chance to be a father. They were punishing Queen Visenya for offending them by daring to dabble in sorcery, by making sure her line ends. And now, he had a healthy son. But how? He hadn't done anything to earn their forgiveness. If anything, he had only further ensured that the deepest and darkest pits of the seven hells were reserved for him by acting like he did. So why had the gods deemed it fit to grace him with a child?

The fact that it was her daughter who had delivered said bastard made it even more painful for her. What sin had her daughter committed to deserve such harsh punishment? She had a habit of not acting as befitting a lady, of being a bit too headstrong and disobeying her father and brother at times, but surely that wasn't enough to warrant such a punishment. The dornish women offended the seven much more with their wantonness. Not to mention those savage Northmen who didn't even follow the true light of the seven, still believing in tall tales and worshipping savage trees. TREES!

But no. It wasn't one of the horny dornishwomen or the barbaric northern ones who was forced to bear that monster's child. It was Rhaena. To add fuel to the fire, the boy had already bewitched Rhaena, so much so that she threatened to kill her for suggesting to get rid of it. Rhaena was willing to become a kinslayer, to kill her own mother, for a mere bastard? Oh how Maegor must be laughing right now. Even though his time with her was short, he had already corrupted her daughter to such an extent. She knew it, knew that he would usurp her son, had told as much to Aenys but he just wouldn't listen. Both Queen Visenya and Maegor looked down upon her and Aenys even whilst the conqueror still lived. Queen Visenya's biting words still rang in her ears. You are nothing but a pretty bauble. You have no power of your own, only what Aenys sees fit to grant you. You may sit a throne and wear a crown, but you shall forever be Queen Consort, never the Queen. A body to provide the king with pleasure and heirs, not his equal partner.

Queen Visenya was truly a fool. That was exactly what she was meant to be. Women weren't meant to rule, that was a man's job. The mother had decreed that a women's role was to obey her husband and nurture their children. It was only because Queen Visenya didn't fulfill her role as a woman, that she was king Aegon's 'wife for duty'. How dare she look down on herself and her husband, when they were simply following the mandate of the seven.

"Your grace, your grace?" Lord Rogar's words brought her out of her thoughts.

"Pardon me, my lord. I am afraid today's events have been quite tiring." Alyssa replied, embarrassed.

"Oh, nothing to worry about, your grace. Today's events have been stressful for all of us, were it a weaker lady than yourself, she would have broken down into tears. But you are a true dragon. A queen, even more so than Queen Visenya or Queen Rhaenys" Lord Rogar replied her with a charming smile. For perhaps the first time since Aenys' death, she felt the heat in her loins. Though she suppressed it. The lord would have to prove himself worthy of her first, despite how well he looked.

You may leave my lord," she told him and he bowed and left.

As she went to sleep, her final thoughts were about her grandson, and what changes he would bring to the seven kingdoms.

-xxxxxx-

So, that will be all for this chapter. This is my most planned out story and is therefore the most likely to get updated at any time. I initially planned for this chapter to contain two more scenes but felt right ending it here and didn't like the idea of unnecessarily stretching it. This fic stems from this kind of idea or troupe of Jon snow being born at a different point in Targaryen history with no knowledge of canon events. I find the idea quite intriguing and could not resist trying it out myself. There is a heavy lack of fics set in a different time, especially with canon characters. I will upload two more fics this month(or atleast try to) so be on the lookout. I haven't forgotten my loyal readers from against impossible odds and Eragon in Uru'baen, I will be updating the latter this month. Let me know your thoughts. Please don't be stingy with your comments, they are a writer's fuel. Hope you all liked it. Stay safe. PEACE OUT.

~REALMIRROR71