Dance of Ice and Fire

schrutfarms

Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Summary:

Baelon has some words with his son and spends some time with his grandson.

Notes:

Let me know what you think of this chapter.

Edit 10/4 - added some words to refine certain moments in the chapter.

Edit 10/27 - changed Jon's features, particularly his hair to plain brown

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Baelon POV – 98 AC

Wind was sweeping over him, Baelon was flying on Vhagar for an hour or so thinking over his father's words and commands. Flying on a dragon he could see the minute dots that were most likely merchant ships or Sea Snake's galley traveling to Dragonstone, Duskendale, Driftmark with the hopes of trades and desires to see dragons flying above. Baelon wondered if their wishes would come true when they see Vhagar flying above. The last of Conqueror's dragon, Vhagar was by far the largest of the dragons living in Westeros. He had recalled Balerion resting in his final days. Baelon had remembered his dreadful red eyes staring at him, age had finally caught up to him. As a child, he was able to hit the black dread on his snout with a stick and somehow the moniker of Baelon the Brave came to existence. Baelon was certain, he would most likely shit his breeches if he attempted to do something like that now. It was a proud day when he learned that his son Viserys was able to mount him yet he had told him how the Black Dread had troubles flying up. The dragon was the last Dragon that had seen Valyria in its glory, though Baelon wondered where had Cannibal had come from. The wild dragon was truly a mystery to everyone in Dragonstone, when his father mentioned that the dragon had been there before the Targaryen arrived in Dragonstone. There had been reports and scrolls in the Dragonstone library that when Aenar Targaryen had came to thse lands with his family, there were five full grown dragons Balerion included who was young at the time, yet they had disappeared slowly in night and in shadow leaving only eggs and a growing Balerion behind. After the doom, Gaemon the Glorious had seen the Wild Dragon the first time and had attempted to mount him, however was dissuaded by others citing the fact that it was the Wild Dragon is untameable. Even Balerion who had grown large maintained his distance from Cannibal, as well as Vhagar and Meraxes.

A roar from Vhagar had broken him from his revelry, he looked around and realized that he was still flying over the Blackwater Bay. Another roar came from behind as an answer, it was the dragon with pale-blue wings and silver markings. Dreamfyre had resided in the dragon pit since his Aunt Rhaena's passing. Her Aunt Rhaena had been given Harrenhal, to live her rest of life after cousin Aerea's passing. Baelon was too young to remember her but he recalled how his mother had mourned her. It was rather surprising that one day after Daemon's wedding, his sister Gael had came to father and mother asking permission to visit Dragons in the pit. The youngest of his sister had always been timid and shy, but ever since she met Lyanna Stark there had been change in her nature. Baelon could not help but think of Alyssa when he thought of her now. The fact that she had bonded with Dreamfyre and would take any opportunity she could get to be around her dragon only made him remiss of her dead wife. Baelon remembered the parting words he had with his mother;

"Be mindful of your sister, she mourns for Lyanna but I suspect there had been more than just friendship amongst those two and Daemon."

Baelon looked confused at that, "I do not understand mother, what do you mean?"

His mother gave him a sad smile, "Love is not limited to a man and a woman my son, the seven may wish for father and mother but it is never as simple as that. One would only have to look at our ancestors of Old Valyria" She watched her sister who had worn her riding breeches and tied her silver hair back walking towards her horse, "I fear that if she sees Lyanna's son she might not think much with her head and do something stupid as Daemon would do, you need to be patient with your son lest you anger your sister as well."

His father's decision had been brought to light to the family and Barth who had been growing sick for a day or so. Gael had opposed the idea of him being acknowledged as natural born suggesting that Daemon and Lyanna had wedded under the sight Old Gods. However, his father was unmoving with his decision to not give the child a Targaryen name. He is a prince of House Targaryen who had been anointed under the Light of the Seven and I am its head, he wed the girl against my discretion and the Seven that he had sworn under. This is a compromise, that will be obeyed. Those were his father's words that his sister sneered at. She had not spoken to Baelon throughout the ride to the Dragonpit. His sister felt that Baelon could have said and done much more, however, he believed that his father was at the right with his decree. Baelon could not help but feel as a failure for finding a better pairing for their children. Baelon loves his good-daughter Aemma, she had reminded him of his sister Daella in many ways. He had mourned the fact that they had already lost enough children birthing. It did no help, but remind Baelon of Alyssa's last days and his son Aegon who had lived for six moons only to perish after. While Aemma and Viserys were happy with their daughter Rhaenyra, Baelon had initially desired another match for his son. At the time, Baelon had desired that his son Viserys would wed Aemon's daughter Rhaenys and that was something that he had also believed that his brother Aemon had desired as well. However, his father Jaehaerys accepted his granddaughter's decision and wed to Corlys, a man who was far older than her. The Sea Snake was more reputed at the time, he had been a well-traveled man and held command of the most powerful navy. The man brought insurmountable riches and ships to House Targaryen and the fact that Velaryon were kin only further his cause to wed his niece. While Baelon believed that union between Viserys and Rhaenys would have prevented any future succession crisis, he ultimately made his peace until his brother had died. He remembered their faces when his father crowned him Prince of Dragonstone and not Rhaenys. Sea Snake had left the council and had returned back to Driftmark as had his mother who flew back to Dragonstone.

Speaking of Dragonstone, Baelon could finally see its cliffs and the volcanic mountain as Vhagar began its descent down. He could notice the giant Dragonstone watchtower in the front and as he moved past the cloud, he was able to see the Dragonmont as Vhagar circled around the island. Vhagar let out a resounding roar to announce his coming as did Dreamfyre. As they circled around Dragonmont, Baelon finally noticed the front gates and the castle on the face of the mountain. Baelon truly wondered on this beauty of the creation, this had been one of the few intact structures that reflected the brilliance and magnificence of Valyrian architecture. Baelon had always found it to be a grim place and had never really enjoyed being there, even if he had been the Lord of this castle. The Stone Drum tower in the center, the Sea Dragon tower that had been serenely watching over the sea and the Windwyrm giving the appearance of holding itself against the strong wind. Both Vhagar and Dreamfyre landed in front of the gate and roared their presence to the soldiers who had been guarding the castle. Baelon got down from Vhagar and stretched for a bit, he took a moment and looked at Vhagar. Go fly, try not to kill Caraxes, would you? Baelon looked at his dragon who just snorted and huffed out smoke from his nostrils and flew away towards the Dragonmont where other dragons resided. The bond between him and Vhagar is something he could not truly explain. Ever since, he bonded and mounted him it was as if there was a sense companionship amongst them. Vhagar understood his emotions well, he still remembered the rage he had which was reciprocated by Vhagar when Aemon had passed away. He walked towards Gael who was watching Dreamfyre flying away.

"She enjoys flying" Gael mentioned as she watched Dreamfyre catching up to Vhagar.

"Too much time staying in dragon pit would do that" Baelon replied.

His sister stared back and smirked, "Mayhap, they should remain here in Dragonstone then."

Baelon chuckled and he became more serious, "Are you going to be well sister? You will be meeting her son for the first time now."

He could see the nervousness in her face, "When" Gael took a breath and continued, "when Daemon and Lyanna wed under Godswood, I made a promise to her that I will look out for her the way she had when she came to King's Landing. She understood the consequences of what was to come and would be called a whole despite Daemon's promises that he would find a way out of his marriage with Rhea Royce." Gael let out a bitter chuckle, "It seems that either my nephew forgot about her or he simply was a dolt to find a way out. I have failed Lyanna, Baelon, but if the gods will it, I am not going to fail her child."

They walked towards the keep and the soldiers opened the gate. They walked towards the center tower and they noticed the old steward jogging towards them followed by the servants, maids and the castellan Ser Aldrich. The steward had seemed out of breath and was carrying a book in his hand as he and the others knelt. "My Prince, Princess we had been expecting your arrival, but not so soon." Baelon signaled them to rise and look up, "Dragons only announce their coming when they roar good man" Gael responded. Baelon looked towards the Stone Drum Tower, "A party is intended to arrive by sundown if the winds are kind. Make sure that the men stationed at the watch tower look out for the ship sailing with Targaryen sigil. Pray tell me where is my son, has he attended the court."

Ser Aldrich stepped forward, "He has my prince, although" the man seemed uneasy and Gael had noted that and spoke, "Speak freely Ser, what is the matter."

"Your grace, there are some whispers in the court regarding the company, Prince Daemon had arrived on his dragon unannounced with a girl and a babe. He had commanded his rooms to be prepared and asked the men to escort the girl and the babe into his quarters."

Baelon cursed Daemon, he had expected a bit more discreteness on this matter, "Where is Prince Daemon now?"

"He is in his chambers in Stone Drum Tower, Queen Visenya's chamber." The Old Steward responded.

"Very well" he looked at the three soldiers behind Ser Aldrich. "You three follow me."

"Baelon, please brother, be a father first and prince after" Gael pleaded.

Baelon frowned and looked back at his sister, "Gael, you are free to join me, but do not presume to tell me how to deal with my son." He had known his son and raised him as well. Unlike Viserys, Daemon had never known for his obedience and that was something that he had loved about his son. Both Daemon and Viserys had their charms, his eldest was well known amongst the nobles and his youngest already held a reputation among the city. He was known amongst the small-folk ever since he had become more adventurous in his recent years. Baelon could not help but blame himself for his stubbornness to not marry again. He had done his best to raise his sons together, but they were too young to remember Alyssa and Baelon had been too stubborn to accept another wife. He had remembered Viserra's attempt to get into his bed, she was beautiful beyond measure, but he never felt the same affections for Viserra that he had for Alyssa.

He walked into the Stone Drum tower, he neglected the dragon statues and the carvings of gargoyles that were around and walked towards the stairs to go to Queen Visenya's chambers. The guards were keeping up with him, Baelon was surprised that his sister had not decided to join him. Before Lyanna's arrival, he would have seen her mostly with his mother, yet this past year his sister had become more outgoing and outspoken. He recalled how her and the lady Lyanna would be in the keep's library reading books about Dragons. During her presence, Gael had ordered books to be sent from Dragonstone to King's Landing. Ever since, she bonded with Dreamfyre, Baelon could not help but notice her mother's signals towards him to try courting his sister. The fact that she was a Targaryen princess and a dragon rider and was unwed had attracted many Lords towards the court. Lord Theomore Manderly came to him once if the king would be willing to honor the pledge that he had set for Viserra's hand. There were Lord's Massey, Rowan, Westerling, Lannister and even Farman's who tried to emphasize the previous Dragonrider of Dreamfyre and the fact that they had been kin by marriage. What the dolt forgot was that Androw Farman had poisoned his Aunt Rhaena's friends and the maester in Dragonstone. After reaching their destination, Baelon walked towards the door, he waited for a moment to hear any voices. He could hear the faint gurgle and Baelon froze. In all his worry of his son's foolishness, Baelon had completely forgot about the fact that he would be meeting his grandson. Baelon had doted on his granddaughter Rhaenyra, whenever she had been around him, he would always be smiling and laughing. Baelon closed his eyes for a moment and looked back at the guards that had accompanied him. "Wait outside, I will have some words with my son."

He opened the door to the chambers and walked in, the chambers were big. He walked into the chamber to soak in the room, there was a wide balcony that was facing the sea, he could see the couch and the bed chambers on the right and the bathing chambers to his left. He heard giggles again coming out of the bed chamber. Baelon did not see his son, so he walked into the bed chambers and the first sight he saw was a woman holding a babe in white coverings whispering soft songs. She was brown haired and had a pale skin and was rather young mayhaps twenty-five name days on her. The wetnurse, Baelon considered. Baelon cleared his throat and the girl turned to him, her eyes became wide. "My Prince?" Baelon had to chuckle at that.

"That I am, and you are My Lady?" Baelon inquired.

"Pia, my prince, Pia of Wintertown and I am no Lady" Pia corrected Baelon with an edge of nervousness.

"Pia, well, you are serving a Prince and his child and considering the circumstance you were taken under you are a lady to me." Baelon said gently and he continued, "Do you know who I am?"

Pia seemed embarrassed, "A Targaryen Prince, forgive me, I have not seen many in North. Mi mother saw the Good Queen and her dragon once. She made a lemon pie for her once, she was the only one in the kitchens who had known how to make one."

Baelon chuckled, "A Targaryen prince I certainly am, you know the idiot that brought you and the boy here from Winterfell?" Her eyes turned wide, "I am his father, Prince Baelon Targaryen."

The babe squirmed as Pia brought him to his shoulders and this is first time, he catches the glimpse of his grandson, "May I?" Baelon asked bringing his arms out.

Pia walks towards him and extends her shoulders to bring the child towards him. Baelon settles the child within his arms and looks at him. Baelon holds his breath as he looks at the boy. He felt something familiar as if he had been his son Aegon and Daemon when they were babes. The boy in his arms was far more energetic than Aegon, he mayhaps would have had a name day in him. It was as if he was holding his granddaughter again. The boy looked at him with an inquisitive nature, he was trying to get hold of his hair.

"Pa.." the boy trying to say, no doubt he was thinking that it was Daemon.

The wolf and the dragon fights among this boy, the boy had plain brown hair. Baelon closely looked at the boy and he could see Viserys and Daemon in him. His long face resembled the Starks, yet his cheekbones and nose were that of the dragons, his brows and smile resembled Daemon's. However, the most remarkable features were his eyes as one of it was Stark grey and the other was Targaryen violet. Baelon could not help but recall Alyssa at that. The boy was smiling as he was moving his hands around his face and trying to understand who he is. Baelon began laughing and gently brought his forehead to his grandsons.

"Jon had been laughing every time he sees his father; I think he thinks you as his Pa." the voice broke his revelry of his grandson.

"Jon?"

"Lord Rickon had named the boy, though Prince Daemon hates that name, he calls it weak and not that of a dragon he says" Pia retorted.

"And what name did Prince Daemon suggest for him then?"

"Gaemon"

Baelon chuckled at that, "Of course, he did" he remembered how Daemon had loved the stories of Gaemon the Glorious. He did mention that he would name his son either Aegon or Gaemon first, Baelon thought.

"Tell me, Lady Pia, how did you come to my grandsons' service?"

"Mi mother works in the Winterfell kitchen, one day, some guards come and tell mi Pa that Lord Rickon requests my service, there I was told that I would be wet nurse to young Jon here. Mi father is a guard in Winterfell. One day Prince Daemon comes into young Jon's chambers and asks me who I am." Pia closed her eyes as if recalling a dreadful memory. "He then tells me that I am to come with him and take young Jon, I relent and brings his sword to my neck. Then he brought me here." Pia closed her eyes and she was breathing hard. Baelon walked with babbling Jo… Gaemon and put his hands on her shoulders.

"You do not need to fret Pia, tell me, has Daemon harmed or hurt you in any way?" Baelon questioned.

Pia shook her head, "No, his grace Prince Daemon has not hurt me aside from that, he has been stern and has been threatening at time with his words. However, he has not touched or hurt me in any manner."

"But he has not been kind?" Baelon questioned.

"He has been as kind as Lord Bennard was in Winterfell" Pia looked.

Baelon nodded, "Do you wish to return home?"

"Yes, my prince."

"Well, in a week from now we are to return to King's Landing, from there you are open to return to Winterfell with Lord Stark and his retinue if you wish, would you like that?" Baelon said in a soft tone. Before Pia could respond another voice came from behind, "Did the old man send you now?"

Baelon could guess who it was from the frightened look on Pia's face to a happy squeal coming out from Gaemon. He turned around and sighed. His son was wearing a dark red tunic with a red cape, his long silver gold hair and dark purple eyes shined in the gloomy chambers. His face was guarded, but Baelon could see his son's uncertainty. The time away from King's Landing has certainly made a man out of him. The soft facial features were covered with a small beard that was forming. Baelon turned around and spoke with Pia, "Pia, why don't you take Jo… Gaemon out, while I have some words with my son."

Pia nodded and tried to take Gaemon of his shoulders, but his grandson seemed to have other thoughts as he clutched onto Baelon trying to bite his shoulders probably trying indicate that his teeth were coming out. Baelon looked at his son and realized that he had a soft smile on his face, mayhap he thought that they were playing some game as his grandson was laughing. Baelon chuckled at that, "it seems my grandson does not understand the gravity of the situation." He looked at Pia again, "why don't you get something to eat for yourself child. I guess I will share my words with my son and my grandson."

Pia looked doubtful but left nonetheless, Daemon was smirking at her as she left. Baelon frowned, but could not keep it longer because his grandson was trying to grab his short hair and put it in his mouth as a chewing toy, but couldn't.

"You are lucky you do not have long hair or else it would have taken far long to get it away from you" Daemon said looking with amusement. Here he was trying to have a serious conversation with his son, yet his plans were significantly derailed by a boy who was chewing the cloth of his cape now since he could get to his hair. He wondered if his son had planned this out, keep his grandson around so he could not say the harsh words he had intended to say. Baelon motioned Daemon to take a seat by the table. Baelon placed his grandson on the table and thankfully his grandson started crawling there. Thankfully, the table seemed clean.

"What were you expecting to happen Daemon? You left the city without a word, flew thousand leagues North on your dragon and took a child and a girl from there."

Daemon frowned, "Who I took was my son, who should be a prince, a dragon, did you know those uncouth wolves had intended to raise him as Benjen Stark's bastard."

Baelon looked at him as his blood was beginning to boil, "What do you mean boy?"

Daemon chuckled bitterly, "Benjen Stark claimed that it was his daughter's last wish to look after him, they made it sound as if it was her wish to keep him away from his true father."

Daemon stood up and grabbed a jug of Arbor wine that Gaemon was trying to reach out as well. Daemon smiled and ruffled with his son's hair. Gaemon tried to reach for his arms at the same time but couldn't. Daemon brought his son up and kissed his forehead and while looking at him he said, "and they named him Jon of all the fucking names, supposedly one of the names of their Winter Kings, thank the gods they did not name him Brandon."

Baelon glared, "Daemon, mind your tongue"

"What?" He looked at his son, "it is not like you understand what your father is saying now, don't you?" Daemon said in a playful tone. Gaemon loved his father's voice as he laughed at his words giving both Baelon and Daemon a reason to smile as well.

"Seven help me boy, he has too much of you."

"Does he now?"

"It's true, you were just like him trying to explore everything and everyone around. You would try to put everything in your mouth when your teeth were coming out. You would pester Viserys, on and on with your blabbering. In some manner, he is like your mother as well when it comes to looks, aside from a crooked nose" Baelon responded. Gaemon babbling grew louder it was as if the boy was imitating Baelon's words. Daemon laughed at that.

"Did you truly love her Daemon or was she just some other maiden you wished to deflower?" Baelon looking at Daemon holding his son and playing with him. His son looked at him and there were tears in his eyes.

"I did," Daemon spoke softly and placed a kiss on his son's cheeks as he was held back from chewing the table, "You know before I met her, I used to think that only difference between a Northmen and a women is they don't have a beard. I believed the septon's words thinking of them as uncouth savages and in some ways they still are. Until I met Lyanna..." Daemon laughed as Gaemon was trying to chew on his hair, "I had known her for few moons, yet she was it and she was perfect to me, she used to make jest of how she would sacrifice to the Old Gods to give her beauty. Aunt Gael believed her until she was assured by Lyanna. Gods, it was never sweet words with her. The lords and ladies that I have seen in the court always whispered sweet nothings to gain favor. Lyanna jested that she desired to run away and live among wildings beyond the wall and I might have just followed her. She could have said those words to seduce me, yet I could sense the honesty within her words. The honesty that I never felt in other maidens in court. She had the cunning, she had the wit, but I could have found that in others." Daemon looked at his father, "It was the honesty that made me fall for her, it was her wildness that made me fall in love with her. You know she rode her horse like a fucking Dothraki. She was half centaur." Daemon laughed and sadly looked at his son tracing his facial features. "You know, I never have had any regrets in my life so far, I know I am far too young to say this, but not being with her will always be my greatest regret. Even now, I remember her laugh, her voice, her eyes. She is as real as you, as my son who is trying to sleep" Gaemon quietly babbled as he was tiring out.

Baelon sighed, he never really truly believed his sister's words, nor Lord Rickon who had arrived few days before he departed for Dragonstone. However, as he is looking at Daemon, he got the answer to the question he had needed to know. His son had truly loved the woman, he had never seen him in such manner. He put a hand on his shoulder and noticed that Gaemon was growing tired as he was closing his eyes as he leaned on Daemon's shoulders. "I am sorry for her passing son; you should have spoken to me about her sooner."

"Would it have mattered?" His sad face turned into an angry one. "As far as I remembered, it was you who brought that proposal to me, it was you who I told of my intentions to wed Lyanna. What did you do hmm? You did not back me in any matter."

Baelon closed his eyes and took a breath, "If we had known sooner, we would not have let this happen."

Daemon chuckled bitterly and looked away, but Baelon grabbed his face to look at him, "We are Targaryens son, we rule the realms if we do not stay by our oaths, then we are no better than the thousand kings that had ruled before. Your love for Lyanna comes with a cost and the cost that will be paid."

Daemon removed his hands slowly and stood up with a sleeping Gaemon, "what do you mean?" his son questioned in a slow and dangerous tone.

"In the eyes of the seven, your child will be considered a bastard" his son's violet eyes turned stormy with unadulterated rage, but Baelon lifted his hands to stop him from saying whatever he would say, "let me finish," he looked over to the window and noticed Caraxes and Vhagar flying over the Narrow Sea, it had seemed that they were playing, "he will be given a new house name and he will be Lord of Moat Cailin."

"Moat Cailin?" Daemon was angry now, "A fucking ruin" he said in a louder tone.

"Quiet yourself boy, your son is sleeping right now and you better watch that tone, I am your father not your servant." Baelon continued, "the crown will fund the building of the keep and with the plans that we have it will be a stronghold by the time your son reaches his majority and rules its keep. You also need to understand that the lands that he will be granted will give him a hold over trade towards both Sunset Sea and the Narrow sea." Daemon looked confused, "I am willing to explain everything to you, but I believe, you might want to put Gaemon back in his crib because our discussion will be long." Daemon sighed and nodded and walked towards the crib. He placed Gaemon in his crib and placed a kiss on his forehead and ruffled his hair.

They sat and discussed for an hour or so and during that time Baelon was glad that his son was getting a strong understanding of the plan, yet he still seemed disappointed, "so he will not be a prince or have a Targaryen name."

"He will not be a prince," Daemon shook his head, "there are compromises that you need to accept Daemon, the circumstances under which your child was born, he would have had worse had his mother not been a Stark. We need to maintain an understanding with the faith lest we would have another bloody uprising."

Daemon stood up, "Faith, faith? Why do we cared about Andali faith? The dragonlords of old drove them out of their lands. We are Valyrian father."

"And dragonlords of Old are dead, we are the only dragons left in this world Daemon and we cannot afford another Maegor at least, not for now."

"Mayhap, Maegor had the right idea, he should have driven the faith out. We are dragons' father, we do not bow to the Andali faith, I am willing to wager my royal purse that the Most Devout has sampled more virtuous maidens for himself in the name of the Father above than me."

"You are right," Baelon mentioned and Daemon was rather surprised, "Faith are like dragons, they are impervious when they are young but their scales have hardened and it would take precision to bring them down and not blind rage. Maegor had the right idea, but the wrong method. His cruelty only emboldened the faith further to act against us and coerced Father to settle with them."

Daemon contemplated his words and thought about it more as Baelon continued his explanation, "Dragons are power, but they are the only power that we have or we are known off and we are vulnerable, Dornish have proven just that when they were able to get Meraxes in Hellholt and the world knows of it. The faith has yet to have such weakness, but they do have it, it is only covered by the powerful Lords ruling these lands, that is another reason why I need Starks into the fold."

Daemon looked confused, but then understood, "Starks and the North withstood the Seven-pointed Stars for thousand years. Their influence will be important to my plans for our kingdom."

Baelon placed a hand on his cheeks, "All I ask from you my son is give me time and have a little faith in your father. I will see to it that my blood deserves what they are due. They call me the Spring Prince, Baelon the Brave, the Silver Fool, those names matter not to me. Only names that do matter is Father and son. I want to right the realms the same way my father did and I want to make sure that House Targaryen does not subjugate to lesser Houses that my father had to when it came to you and Viserra." He placed his forehead to his, "Can you trust me on this?"

Daemon nodded, "good," Baelon continued and embraced his son. He had grown taller than him, but still whenever he embraced him, he would turn into that same seven-year-old child who would hug him to listen to his stories. "In a week, we will return to Red Keep your grandfather will announce Gaemon's presence in the court. The most devout will name him a union of Old Gods and New and a blessing to the realm. The man has been bribed in an appropriate manner. You, on the other hand, will have to repent." Daemon was confused, but Baelon just had a laugh and brought his arms around his son, "it will not be gelding or taking the Black of sorts, but you will probably be spending some time alone contemplating your sins in silence without speaking for a week and pray for the seven for forgiveness. The Royce will fall into the line, I am certain they will have their resentment, but they will not question Most Devout's decree. Your son will be raised with us, not as a prince, but still will receive the teachings and trainings of one. When he reaches his eighth name-day, he will travel North to live amongst the Starks and learn more about the lands he will rule."

"Isn't eighth name-day too soon?" Daemon questioned.

"We wanted him for a longer time, but Lord Ellard and Benjen were stubborn at this part. They had wanted him sooner, but we were able to convince them to remain." Baelon had recalled the fiery Gael who stood up and told them to shove their initial proposition up their unwashed arses, only for his mother to calm her down and reach an agreement with the Starks.

"You will return to Runestone and spend your time with your wife." Daemon groaned, "this is not up for discussion Daemon, you will make sure that you do your duty as a husband and spend time with your wife. Is that understood boy?" The sternness in Baelon's voice left no room for argument. He did not wait for a response and headed out of his chambers to head back to his quarters. As he entered his room, he saw his sister waiting, Baelon went up to her and embraced her.

"How was he?" Gael said softly and he understood of whom she was speaking off. He looked into her lilac eyes and brought his hands to her and nodded, "you will love him sister" Gael was teary-eyed and kissed Baelon on his lips. Ever since his sister had claimed a dragon, there had been a bond that was forming with his sister and this was the first time he had kissed another woman besides Alyssa. There was a sense of warmth that he had not felt for a while. Perhaps, he should truly consider his mother's words and court her and avert any up jumped Lord to use her to his advantage.

Notes:

- in terms of Jon's appearance, I kind of went in the appearance similar to Alyssa Targaryen in terms of his mismatched eye color and silver streak like Rhaenys (Elia's Daughter) had.

- Feel free to check out my other stories:

Prince of Winter, Song of Wolf and Dragon and the Legacy of Dragons

- the next chapter will probably not be out for some time. The next update will most likely be either Prince of Winter or The Song of Wolf and Dragon.

The next chapter would be a time jump to 101 AC