House of dragons

by Xebecs

As

5. 5

Dance of Ice and Fire

schrutfarms

Chapter 5: Chapter 5

Summary:

Otto reassess his failures

Gaemon spends some time with Rhaenyra.

Dragons fly high in the sky

Notes:

Merry Christmas in advance y'all, here enjoy the chapter. I have found that writing fluff makes me nervous because I am uncertain if that fluff is indeed fluff lol. Anyways please enjoy some fluff and also make notes to change in canon.

On a side note, not sure if you read the news but would love to hear your thoughts on The House of Dragons casting and description. I'll be honest I am not a fan of it.

Daemon Targaryen being called the heir to the throne? As much as I love Daemon and the rogue prince persona, are they really gonna downplay Rhaenyra being the bloody heir? Anyways that was the only bone I had to pick with that. I will reserve my judgment until I hear more.

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

Chapter Text

Otto POV – Eighth Moon of 105 AC

This is a folly, Ser Otto thought. His teeth gritted with anger as he saw the events transpiring in front of him right now. He was standing at the bottom of the throne as Prince Daemon's bastard was walking towards the throne with his father leading him in the front. Daemon Targaryen looked like a warrior reborn wearing a dark red armor with a helm and a gold cloak that made him resemble like a true dragon. Surrounded by the father and son were a dozen of Gold Cloaks that were loyal to Prince Daemon.

Gold Cloaks, Ser Otto bitterly thought. A name coined by the small-folk for the city watch wore Golden Cloak highlighting the improved City Watch. Otto cursed himself for letting the fool King enter the wager with his brother.

"You remove me as a Master of Coin, you remove me as Master of Laws. Something tells me dear brother, that you do not like me." The Rogue prince feigned sadness.

"It is not that Daemon; you have a way with swords not with quill or coins. The City Watch is in a sorry state brother and as a commander you can use your strength to your benefits" Viserys sighed, he saw the sad expression of his brother's face. The King had known his brother's vices but still would fall for it regardless. "Please brother, tell me what else can I do to make you understand that I wish the best."

For a brief moment, Otto could have sworn he saw a smirk appear on the Prince's face. But he kept his charade on, "well brother, if you wish for me to serve the City Watch, all I ask you for boon is to make Gaemon as a Targaryen prince"

The small council was at uproar at such as a suggestion. Never had a Targaryen bastard in the course of hundred years been legitimized as a prince. Septon Eustace had pointed that and Otto could see Daemon tightening his grip on the hilt of Dark Sister at the fact that the Septon called his son a bastard. Otto had wished the prince lost it at the time but he maintained the composure. At the end, Viserys called the end of council with the matter at hand still open. Otto begged a word and told him that it would be a folly to legitimize the Prince as a Targaryen. Not even Orys Baratheon was made a Targaryen Prince despite the blood he shared with the conqueror and pressed that his grandfather's decree was just and reasonable.

He did not understand what had happened after he shared his council and the next day. King Viserys had been in agreement but he made this agreement as a wager. The servants who were in his employee had reported that King Viserys had been visited by Princess Gael.

"Rid this city off thieves and rapers, make the City Watch glorious and strong and I shall grant you this boon and make him a Targaryen Prince." Viserys declared that to everyone in front of the small council.

Even Septon Eustace seemed to be in agreement with it which had surprised Otto as well. Grandmaester Runciter though cited, "I hold young Gaemon in high regards but making him a Targaryen prince would not serve well with Lords of Vale."

The Rogue Prince smirked, "Lords of Vale have no right to be wroth Runciter, need I remind you of my wife's infidelity and my brother's judgment that was agreed upon you and the rest of the council. My grandfather and grandmother, seven bless their souls, put faith in Royce when they agreed to the match and my wife repaid it with sleeping with a singer while I was grieving the passing of my grandmother and grandfather."

Otto still cursed at the fact that he agreed upon King's judgment with such haste. He should have learned more off the events that transpired at Vale.

"I will agree with your wager brother, I shall serve the realm and the city and work to build the gold cloaks and I promise you this the thieves and rapist of the city would rue the day they choose to cross with me."

And rue they did, ever since Daemon Targaryen took in charge as the commander of City Watch, the thieving and raping had gone down in a considerable manner. The smallfolk loved him and to them he was known as Lord Fleabottom. It took some time but Otto had realized that Daemon Targaryen and his aunt had baited the fool of a King

His boy kept a surprisingly cold expression on his face. The boy's nose and cheekbones made him a dragon, though there was a cold look on his face that had resembled the ice-faced Starks that had arrived a week ago for the crowning ceremony of their newly anointed Winter Prince. He took a glance at Benjen Stark, the boy's grandfather. The man had a fond smile on his face and why shouldn't he. The North will have their first Prince of Realm and more importantly a holding of North will be under the domain of dragons and wolf. Moat Cailin's construction had been going on for four years now. The last report Otto had from Lord Lyman Beesbury was that Prince Daemon and Lord Benjen had intended to utilize the pale stone to build its walls.

Grandmaester Runciter had also spoken that citadel had taken interest in the Fever River and possible construction of a Canal that would connect the Sunset Sea at the West and the Narrow Sea at the East. Though Lord Beesbury had denied at his behest suggesting that the coinage invested that would be used would be far much from the benefits of the canal. Otto had informed Lord Stark of the decision and had noted the disappointment. You are getting a finger, do not grab the hand fool, Ser Otto thought inwardly. The North had always kept it on their own and now the savages think that since they have their bastard prince, they could use him as their tool to get what they want.

Prince Daemon removed the helm and came to stand next to Otto. Otto stiffened his stance as the Prince stood next to him. No words were spoken as The Most Devout and his followers walked at the center. The boy knelt as the Most Devout came towards him, he had poured Holy Oil over the head of the boy and muttered the prayers. He put both of his hands on his shoulders and beckoned Gaemon to stand. The mismatched eyes of the boy looked at Most Devout as he said some words in silent to which the boy smiled and nodded. Gaemon turned around to face the crowd that was presented at the Great Hall.

"Good people of Westeros, we come here today to see this boy be crowned under the Light of Seven who are One. Let this day be known as the day Gaemon Targaryen, son of Prince Daemon Targaryen and Lady Lyanna of House Stark be known as the Prince of the Realm, Prince of Westeros, Prince anointed by the faith and the crown alike. Curse be he who challenges the claim of this decree."

His brother Ormund had written that the Starry Sept had consented to the legitimization and the title of the Prince but the members of the faith felt that this was a perfect way to bring the light of Seven into the realms of North. The fat Most Devout turned towards the King who was sitting on his throne. "Sire, I shall give you my leave to crown the child with the blessings of the faith."

Otto had another look at the Northern retinue to assess their gaze. The hairy lords seemed at unease, is it the heat that bothers them or the fact that the boy is declared an Andal and not a First Men? Otto thought.

King Viserys stood up from his throne, he wore the crown of the conqueror and wore an easy smile. He slowly descended the stairs carefully holding onto his garbs ensuring that they don't get stuck at the sharp edges. As he reached at the bottom, he stole a glance at his pregnant wife who wore a blue gown and her grinning daughter who was looking at the boy with pride. On her left was Princess Gael with her daughter Alyssa. There were tears in the eyes of Princess. Otto had been a fool to underestimate the Princess. He had heard the tales when he was young of the simple-minded Princess who had stuck with her mother. Whoever he thought she was, Otto was wrong. The dragon in her was fierce and she knew the difference between the false friends and the true one's. Otto would find no ally in her for she was far too attached to the boy and with him to Prince Daemon as well.

A servant brought the crown to the King, it had the shape of Wolf in bronze with black eyes and a dragon in iron with red rubies for eyes. King Viserys took the crown in his hands and placed it on the head of Gaemon who had his head bowed in respect of the king. The king lifted the chin of Gaemon who was looking at the King with wide eyes as the King cupped his cheeks.

"Ever since you came in our lives, you have brought naught but happiness nephew. You are the smile to me and our family." King said softly to his nephew.

He looked at the crowd and continued to speak out loud, "one of the things that my predecessor, my Grandfather said during his last days was that my nephew shared the spirit of my mother and the joy and the smile of my father. Were he and my grandmother were alive, they would have agreed with the decision made here."

He stood and held Gaemon by his shoulders, "BEHOLD, PRINCE GAEMON TARGARYEN, LORD OF MOAT CAILIN, THE PRINCE OF THE NORTH"

The cheers went out and to his surprise the save northerners raise their swords, "PRINCE OF THE NORTH"

"PRINCE OF THE NORTH"

"PRINCE OF THE NORTH"

"PRINCE OF THE NORTH"

Suddenly a hand came across his shoulder, "you see that Hightower"

It was the hands of one Prince Daemon, "a wretched bastard that your bitch of a daughter chose to call my son is now a Prince of the realm"

Otto turned to look at the Prince who was a head taller than him. He tried to shrug off but he kept his hold on him. Alicent had been foolish to speak with the lady of the boy's nature. When Otto had agreed to the annulment of Prince Daemon and Lady Rhea, he had expected to offer her daughter's hand to him. Alicent was quite taken with the Prince and they both secretly played their courting games. His daughter spoke of stolen kisses, however one night she had foolishly called his child a bastard and the word reached to Prince Daemon.

Not only the Prince rejected the match but he attempted to humiliate his daughter in front of everyone. "A low-born whore at a brothel has more substance than the bitch that you call a daughter" Daemon had said. Ever since then Otto had sworn that he would bring ruin upon his life. He had succeeded when he removed him from Small Council first as Master of Coin and then as Master of Laws. Otto had thought he had control over the King and his choice until he decided to name him the Lord Commander of City Watch.

"Prince of a wasteland is not the same as the heir to the throne Prince Daemon" Otto retorted as the cheers and claps going on. He saw Princess Rhaenyra and Alyssa running to Prince Gaemon to embrace him. Princess Gael followed them.

"Do not worry of that Ser Otto that will come as well, I just wanted to caution you Lord Hand of your time here."

Ser Otto was trying to push it off, his struggle was noted by Lord Lyonel who took a glance and narrowed his eyes but decided not to act on it.

He gritted his teeth, "you may have won this move, but the game has not ended yet Daemon, one misstep is all needed for your glass house to shatter."

Daemon turned his eyes towards him, there was cruelty in his gaze the one he thought that Maegor would have had, "you are speaking to a Prince Hightower, I could have your tongue ripped for your insolence."

Otto just smirked at the Prince, "do it and all you will do is prove that you are nothing but Maegor reborn. How do you think the faith would think of that my Prince?"

"Do you think I give a fuck about them?" Daemon gritted his teeth saying those words.

"Oh, I know you do, you would not go through such troubles for your son if you hadn't" Otto retorted.

"Kepa", the boy yelled waving at Prince Daemon who gave the boy a soft smiled and waved him back.

Daemon moved forward but then he turned around and dust his shoulders, "be careful with your ambitions Ser Otto, one of these days…" he stared at his hand and had a bitter smile on his face, "…you might just end up choking on it".

Ser Otto returned his smile as the Prince turned around and walked towards his son and lifted him up. The cheers grew louder at that particular action. Ser Otto gritted his teeth and he caught the gaze of his daughter who was staring at him with worry. He gave his daughter an assuring smile suggesting all was well. Her daughter had taken up to serve as one of ladies-in-waiting for Queen Aemma and her daughter had told him that King Viserys had taken well into her presence and was taken a liking to her presence.

Too long I have been complacent with my enemies, that changes now. Otto thought to himself as he saw Daemon bringing his son down and held his hand as they walked away from them waving to everyone. Gardeners may have ruled the Reach but the Hightowers were the true Power. It is time that the Targaryen's learn why is that the case.

Gaemon POV

He played with his crown; it was an odd thing. A wolf and a dragon facing each other. It was night possibly Hour of the Wolf at least that is what Grandmaester Runciter said. Gaemon sighed as he got off his bed and walked towards the table where his book was. Sleep did not come to him as Gaemon missed his harp. It was taken by his kepa as a way to keep him more focused on his training at arms.

"You are a warrior first, a singer after" Kepa had said in a stern tone after Gaemon picked himself up after the sparring at the court yard. Ever since he had returned from Vale, his father paid attention on his sword play. Gaemon used to train alongside his Uncle Bennard and the master at Arms but since his kepa came two years ago, Uncle Bennard had left for Winterfell since Lord Ellard had passed. His Uncle Bennard was always fun, he used to sneak sweets for him whenever muna Gael would be strict with him.

His kepa was different as well, ever since he returned. He would always be protective of him when others would be around. He still remembered how Lady Alicent who used to be kind to him one day stopped seeing him after some day later. She seemed like a nice lady who would always call him precious one and say how she loved his eyes. Gaemon would always blush at her words, aside from muna Gael and Rhaenyra she was the prettiest. However, Kepa told him that she was a bad lady and to stay away from him and since then she would stay away from him. Gaemon would not speak to her but at times he could feel her glare whenever she was with Aunt Aemma which made Gaemon uncomfortable.

Gaemon sighed as he walked over his cabinet and opened it to get the book that his Grandfather Benjen had gifted him. It was Maester Childer's record on The Winter Kings.

"The Winter Kings ruled the North while your father's kin were milking sheeps boy" His grandfather had said. Gaemon had recalled the snort father had given and had commented how the The Winter King's now bow down to the sheepherders. He never understood why his father did not like his Grandfather Benjen or Uncle Bennard. He had loved his muna Lyanna or at least that is what muna Gael used to tell him. However, whenever Gaemon asked him about her he would just not speak of her. Gaemon just shook his head as he opened the book and he sat by the chair and went to the page that spoke about Rodrik Stark. It fascinated him if his great Grandfather Conqueror could have fought Harren Hoare in a wrestling match the same way King Rodrik Stark did to win Bear Island.

Suddenly as he was about to flip the page, he heard the door to his room open. Gaemon turned around and narrowed his eyes, was Kepa here? Gaemon wondered. He got off his seat to hide the book but then relaxed at the sight of who opened the door. She was wearing a white gown and her silver-gold hair was open. She was rubbing her purple eyes and was yawning. Gaemon frowned and wondered what she was doing up at this time. As she grew old, her room was moved next to his so at times she would come to visit him.

"Nyra, why are you up?" Gaemon asked.

Rhaenyra scrunched up her nose, "why are you up?"

"I asked you first" Gaemon pointed out.

Rhaenyra went to his bed and sat at the edge and looked at him, "Well, I am a girl so you answer first."

Gaemon simply rolled his eyes, "I could not sleep".

Rhaenyra snorted she placed her hands at the wooden frames and started shaking her legs, "Of course silly, but why couldn't you sleep?"

Gaemon just shrugged his shoulders and took his book and got up and sat next to her. She looked at the cover of the book, "The Winter Kings, the life of the Stark Kings of the Old". Rhaenyra then stared at him, "you know Uncle Daemon will not like you reading this."

"Kepa is sleeping and you will not tell him" Gaemon said dryly.

His kepa would always coddle Rhaenyra her with clothes and gifts. "Or what?" Rhaenyra said smugly, he knew that she would not tell him.

"Or I will tell him that it was you who stole his dragon brooch" Gaemon retorted.

"You wouldn't" Rhaenyra said softly, her eyes wide.

Gaemon smirked slightly, "I would".

Rhaenyra huffed and folded her hands, "Fine", Gaemon just sat quietly and went back to his reading. They stayed quiet for a moment and Gaemon had returned to his page. From the corner, he could feel Rhaenyra frown, "what are you reading about?"

She moved in closer to look at the crude art of Rodrik Stark wrestling with Loron Greyjoy, "It is about King Rodrik Stark and how he won Bear Islands for Mormonts" Gaemon retorted quietly.

Her head was close to his shoulders as she gazed through the reading, "How did he defeat him?"

"He beat them at wrestling, if Rodrik would win the Ironborn would abandon their rights to the lands" Gaemon explained.

"And he won?"

Gaemon nodded, "They do not say how but he defeated them and gifted the lands to Mormonts in return of their fealty."

"Hmmm"

Suddenly Gaemon realized something as he raised his head and looked at Nyra, "wait, why are you not sleeping?"

Rhaenyra stayed quiet and just shrugged. Gaemon just mimicked her shrugged, "what is that supposed to mean?"

"Don't know, I can't sleep. I went to see muna and kepa but they were sleeping. Muna has been sad these days. She is worried about birthing my brother" Rhaenyra said softly.

Gaemon sighed and placed his book on the side of his bed, "how do you know this?"

"I heard her speaking about it to kepa. I…" she was quiet for a moment. Gaemon turned to look at her and he saw tears in her eyes. He hated seeing tears in her eyes, he quickly removed tears with his sleeves, "don't like seeing her cry but she spoke that she was worried about my brother."

She tightened her grip on his hand, "Gaems"

"Yeah?"

She turned to stare at him, "can you play your harp?"

"I wish I could Nyra, but kepa took it from me" Gaemon retorted.

"Well can't you get it?" Rhaenyra questioned.

"The doors are locked Nyra, kepa would be sleeping" Gaemon tried to reason.

Rhaenyra narrowed her eyes and pointed, "you could go through the secret way that you and Aly found".

Gaemon cursed Alyssa, "she was not supposed to tell that".

"Alyssa always talks"

Gaemon just shook his head and just looked away but Rhaenyra pressed his hands, "Please Gaems" she had a pleading look in her eyes that always were Gaemon's weakness. He was determined to deny her but ultimately gave into her whims. Gaemon sighed and shook his head, "Fine" he got off the bed.

"Just stay here and…" he looked around and gave her the book, "read the book."

Rhaenyra grinned at him and nodded, Gaemon walked out of his bedroom and towards his cabinet. A fortnight ago, while playing in his room. Alyssa had discovered a secret doorway into tunnels when and since then they have found some time to discover the different entry ways to different rooms. They were able to find ways into Muna Gael's room, Aunt Aemma's solar, Queen's ballroom and recently he found pathways to his kepa's solar and bedroom with her. He wondered if he should have brought Rhaenyra to explore the tunnels but Rhaenyra was never really someone who would play with them. He doubted she would want to dirty herself in the tunnels. Gaemon took a look at the chest where the secret doorway was, he looked around to make sure no one else was there. He grunted as he tried to push away the chest, Gaemon took a breath and recalled his father's words. Use your legs to lift son, he had said. Gaemon knelt and pushed the chest from the one end and the chest moved away.

Gaemon smiled and exhaled a breath and turned to look at the wall. He knocked at the wall to feel for wood. He kept on knocking and finally found the wooden opening and pushed it in. The tunnel was a dark entryway. Gaemon cursed himself for not thinking it through. It would be dark in the tunnel even with the light that comes from his room. He looked to his left and picked up a lantern that was at his table. Gaemon took a breath and went into the tunnel, thankfully his father's room was not that far and difficult to find. It was always brightly lit not as bright as the ballroom though. Gaemon walked forward with one of his hand at the right side of the wall and another pressing the lantern forward. To his right end, he saw a glint of light coming out. Gaemon slowed his footing and walked quietly, he got to the opening and slowly pushed through the wooden opening. He peered out carefully and found himself staring at a painting of Balerion the Black Dread burning down a castle, Harrenhal, Gaemon thought. He looked at the end and saw a guard. Gaemon cautiously decided to close the door as that was not his kepa's room.

He looked at the end and started slowly walking slowly and turned rightward after fifteen steps. There was another light coming at his left side, Gaemon held his breath and then slowly walked towards the source. He pushed the wooden entry slowly and there was a slight creak as he opened. Gaemon slowly walked out and turned around to get an understanding. He was at his kepa's bed chambers for certain. He could see the tapestries that had come from a place known as Norvos. He looked at his right and saw the window balcony that faced the sea, his bed was on the left end.

Kepa must be sleeping, I must walk quietly, Gaemon thought. He stood on his toes and quietly stepped into his bed chambers. He slowly walked towards the bed. Gaemon instinctively knelt to his knees when he heard noise coming from the bed. He slowly crawled as he spotted his wooden harp laying at one corner. Gaemon furrowed his brow and wondered how he could silently carry his harp. Gaemon began his crawl and suddenly he heard a noise coming from his father's bed.

"Oh, right there" A lady moaned.

"Keep going my prince" Gaemon heard a thumping noise. Suddenly his kepa came out of the blanket. He was naked, Gaemon frowned. He will get cold like that, Gaemon thought. Suddenly he heard more screams as his kepa held the lady, he heard the lady speaking bad words but kept on telling his kepa to do it more. They seem to be wrestling, Gaemon was confused with what was happening. Gaemon quietly picked the harp up and slowly began crawling towards the secret doorway. His clothing rubbed against the Myrish rug and he worried that his father would hear him. However, as Gaemon turned around, he noticed that now a naked lady was on top of his kepa and keeping him down. She is winning the match, Gaemon wondered. It was confused as the woman was still cursing and moving up and down. He simply shook his head and opened the wooden doorway. Gaemon picked up his lantern and slowly went back the way he came.

As he finally entered his room and found Rhaenyra still reading the book. She looked up and grinned at him.

"You look dirty" She giggled.

"The things I have to do for you" Gaemon simply shook his head.

Rhaenyra chuckled and she skipped towards him as Gaemon placed the harp in its place. She placed a kiss on his cheeks, "you like it" she whispered and she went back to sit on the chair. Gaemon tried to recall septa's lessons as he tuned the harp and played the strings to make sure it was correct. He had just learned the tunes to 'Maiden, Mother and Crone' and kept on playing. Rhaenyra liked it as she quietly listened to it. Gaemon had decided, he liked playing the harp for her. Afterwards, he played the tune onto something new. Gaemon found this one odd, it was known as Let me drink your beauty, Septa always frowned and blushed at the same time when he played the tune which Gaemon found it odd. She seemed reluctant to teach Gaemon such tune and kept on playing regardless. It happened the time after his kepa had learned that he was learning to play harp. Gaemon was still perfecting his tunes on that song, he had not known the wordings to it, but the sound of it seemed enough for Rhaenyra. He kept on playing for sometime after Rhaenyra placed another kiss on his cheek and then went to his room skipping.

"I don't know what will I do without you Gaems" those were her parting words. For some reason, it made Gaemon's cheek go red. Later, he went to his bed to sleep. That night he dreamed that he was sleeping as he saw water dripping into the pool. His head slithered towards the water and saw bronze figure appearing as it mirrored the reflection out of water. The sameway he saw his face at Myrish mirror. Suddenly he realized that he was a dragon, not just any dragon, but a dragon he has loved being around every time he visited the Dragonpit. Gaemon realized that he was Vermithor.

The next morning, he woke up with a yawn. He heard the ruffling as a servant came to wake him up.

"My Prince, your breakfast is ready" the servant said.

Gaemon nodded and looked around to see where his breakfast was and then turned to servant to question her, "his grace, King Viserys has asked for family to break their fast together."

Gaemon sighed, "all right, I shall be ready." After a few moments, he wore a red and black tunit and the servant helped him tie a dragon brooch that signified his house. As he walked towards the family dining chambers the servants bowed before him.

Always keep your head high and do not slouch, Muna Gael had told him. He was a prince now, though Gaemon did not feel any different with the crown he had on his head. He entered the chambers and saw that his family was already there. His Stark family was not there though, Gaemon had planned to have lunch with them after the King's insistence. He walked to sit towards his chair, he watched Alyssa playing with her food and Muna Gael silently speaking with Aunt Aemma. He saw King Viserys eating toast and drinking juice while insisting Rhaenyra to try the bacon. Rhaenyra turned from it and saw him approaching, "GAEMS!!" she exclaimed.

At her screech, others looked up and pointed at him. Muna Gael waved at him, Aunt Aemma gave him a soft smile as did Uncle Viserys.

"Come my boy, we have your favorite blueberry tarts and honeyed milk for you." King Viserys exclaimed. Gaemon nodded and walked towards the empty chair between Rhaenyra and Alyssa. He sat himself and began eating the tarts. Kepa had told him he could only have one which is why he was making sure he eats more before he could stop him. On his right, he realized that Alyssa was glaring at him. He turned to her and said, "what?"

Her violet eyes looked like her mother's when she pouted, "you went to the tunnels without me?"

Gaemon closed his eyes and then turned to Rhaenyra who was eating the bacon her father had offered and furiously whispered in her ear, "you told her" he hissed.

Rhaenyra turned to him and gave him an apologetic look, I am sorry Gaems, I spoke of how you played your harp for me and one thing led to another and I told her…" He just brought his hand up to her. Alyssa had that effect on everyone, she would talk and talk and ultimately make him and Rhaenyra spill their secrets. He just shook his head, "never mind" and turned to Alyssa, "I'll play my harp for you, all right"

Alyssa just nodded and grinned like a fool, "did Daemon really wrestle with a woman?" she questioned and Gaemon simply closed his eyes and cursed himself for ever playing his harp for Rhaenyra.

"Yes, but…"

"Good Morning everyone" his kepa announced himself, he wore a black coat with a Targaryen dragon embellished in the right. His long silver hair was upto his shoulders and had a good smile. However, his kepa looked tired but still seemed happy. He came to him and placed a kiss to his forhead and took a toast to sit next to King Viserys.

"You look tired brother, is all well with the City Watch?" King Viserys inquired, he seemed worried.

His kepa just chuckled and buttered his bread, "Oh all is well brother"

And just then loudmouth Alyssa opened her mouth, "Is it because you were wrestling a woman?"

Gaemon quickly pinched her thighs to shut it, she squealed and hit his shoulders, "what?"

Suddenly Muna Gael turned towards his kepa, "you were fighting a woman?"

"I have no idea what you are speaking off, I fight with sword, not wrestle." Kepa narrowed his eyes at Alyssa, "who told you that I was wrestling with a woman?"

Alyssa lowered her gaze and then briefly looked at Gaemon, his kepa realized that it was him, "Gaemon?"

He looked at his father who frowned at him but before he could say anything Rhaenyra interrupted, "it was my fault Uncle Daemon, I wanted Gaemon to play his harp, he only did when I pleaded him".

Gaemon looked at Rhaenyra and gave her sad smile, "Uhh kepa, I sneaked into your room last night to get my…" Gaemon gulped, "…to get my harp, Nyra was having trouble sleeping."

His kepa's face was assessing him, he did not seem angry but did not seem happy either, "how did you enter my bed chamber Gaemon? The doors were locked" he asked quietly.

Gaemon turned to everyone and then back to his father, "me and Alyssa discovered an entry to a tunnel in my room" he quietly said.

At that his father stiffenered and Gaemon flinched a little, his father would rarely be angry with him but when he did, he would notice his shoulders stiffen. However, instead of looking at him he turned to the king, "it seems children have found more secret passageway Maegor built brother."

The king took a drink from his goblet and nodded, "it seems so" and then he turned towards the children, "you are not to travel through those passages is that understood children? We do not know where it leads and you will end up lost."

Gaemon merely looked at his kepa and then just nodded. They ate but then his Aunt Aemma spoke up, "Gaemon, you say your kepa was wrestling a woman?"

Suddenly his father's eyes widened, Gaemon merely nodded, he did not notice the shaking of his father's head and decided to simply tell the truth so he could avoid any punishments, "yes, aunt Aemma, uhh I was getting my harp when kepa seemed to wrestle with a lady. They were naked I thought kepa and the lady would be cold but they were cursing and the lady was asking for more which was confusing because I thought lady was winning the match."

As he said that, the King merely spitted the juice out and looked appalled and his Muna Gael began laughing out loud and suddenly his Aunt Aemma started laughing with her as well. His kepa joined at their laughs and simply stood up and walked towards him and placed a kiss on his cheeks.

"Gaemon, my boy, you know nothing."

Daemon POV

They were galloping through the city, today was the day, Daemon thought. Daemon, Gael, Alyssa, Rhaenyra and his son were heading to dragon pit. Today Alyssa and Rhaenyra will mount their dragons and fly with Gael watching over them through Dreamfyre.

He turned to take a look at his son who was riding with him on his pony. His son was growing as a fine lad and he sighed and shook his head. Mayhap he was wrong to take his harp away from him. He was getting better at his swordplay and was growing well. His strength and lithe was on par with him when he was of his age and were proud to see him flourish. Gaemon seemed smiling and waving to the crowd as they rode. He was a Prince after all, he was his son and soon he would leave this city to travel North. An aspect that Daemon had loathed, but he knew that the benefits had outweighed his displeasure. Aside from Lyanna, Daemon always thought that North was uncouth, separated, barbaric good for nothing land. Lya would always tell him that there is a sense of peace that you would find there that could not be found in the shit stain that was King's Landing. Daemon chuckled at that, his Lya was always crude with her words. Though she only shared that side with him and Gael.

They parried with the tourney blade and moved around. Lyanna had a quickness on her that would make her as deadly as an average swordsman. Perhaps even more.

"Quit playing with me and show me your mettle" Lya growled in a northern tone.

Daemon simply smirked, "come my lady, I thought you are the pride of North and someone once said that a warrior from North is worth five in the South."

Lyanna roared and lunged at him but Daemon simply grabbed her sword hand pushed her to the wall. He was a head taller than her but there was something about her that made him feel small. She peered at him grey watching purple as she panted. She had sweat on her forehead but that did not matter to him as she looked far more beautiful in breeches than in gown. Daemon simply kissed her and their swords dropped as Lyanna placed her arms around her neck as their tongue sparred for dominance. They looked at each other as they placed their forehead to each other.

"I promise you Lya, I will find a way out of this union and I will be with you. Everyone be damned." Daemon said softly.

Lyanna simply smiled and brought her hands to his face as she traced his features, "I like when you growl my dragon. I trust you Daemon"

They had simply smiled and kissed and those would be the last words that she would share with him. "Kepa" his son's voice broke his thoughts as he stared at his grey and violet eyes. He had the same inquisitive look of his mother. Daemon brought a smile on his face, "what is it Gaems?"

"Are you truly not angry at me for stealing my harp?" Daemon had to chuckle at that.

"No Gaems, though the next time you travel through tunnel, you call me. I need to be sure that my son does not get lost. What will your kepa do if you get lost hmm?" He ruffled his hair and he smiled fondly at him which Gaemon returned.

His son shrugged, "fly on Caraxes to find me?"

Daemon laughed and rode next to him to place a kiss on his forehead, "that and more."

I would burn the bloody world down if I lose you my son.

They climbed up Rhaenys's hill and entered the bronze gates of the Dragonpit. The horse and wheel cart pulling the princesses entered. The roars of Dragons could be heard loud enough to make Gaemon's pony whine but Gaemon was capable enough to soothe him. They stopped and then dismounted from his horse. Gaemon followed him after, it surprised that his son did not ask any guards for help. The Targaryen Princesses walked in front with Gael, he had to commend his son for working with Rhaenyra. Daemon had inquired which tunes he had played and the fact that his son played Let me drink your beauty made him wonder if his niece had blushed for him. Daemon shook his head; these little things are important for them to wed. Though he had desired that the child of Aemma and Viserys be born, he hoped that the child be a girl so that it would not disrupt his plans.

"Kepa" Gaemon called out as he walked next to him.

"Hmm?"

"You and Caraxes are friends, right?" Gaemon inquired.

Daemon looked at his son at confusion, "Not exactly friends, but we have a bond that makes me ride him."

His son nodded, "have you ever seen through the eyes of Caraxes?"

Eyes of Caraxes, that is odd. "What brought this question on son?"

His son looked forward as they approached the enclosures of Syrax, Dreamfyre and Tyraxes, "there have been times, when I go to sleep, sometimes I dream that I am a dragon."

"A dragon?" Daemon looked at his son curiously as he nodded.

"Is he one of the dragons in here?" Daemon wondered.

His son nodded, "It is Vermithor kepa."

Daemon narrowed his eyes at his son, since he was three his son has enjoyed being around 'The Bronze Fury'. After his grandfather's passing, Silverwing had flown back to Dragonstone but Vermithor had remained at the Dragonpit. The Dragon guard would always tell Viserys that Vermithor would not eat the meat offered. It was Gaemon that would take care of him. At times the Dragon Guard commended at his son's bravery. Even the small council was appalled at the boy's bravery to meet with his grandfather's mount. The cunt Otto even tried to point at Viserys over the fact that a boy that is not a Targaryen is going to mound the Old King's mount. He had half a mind at the time to shove Dark Sister down his throat but in the end, he finally got the last laugh.

The Dragon guards were signalled to open the gates to Syrax and Tyraxes. Syrax had yellow scales and grey eyes. The she-dragon had grown larger than a war elephant in Essos. She purred at the sight of her niece; his niece was a dragon after all. Tyraxes did the same for his half-sister Alyssa, the dragon was sky blue in color and had red eyes. Tyraxes was wilder than Syrax but she was tame enough with Alyssa. Rhaenyra had already mounted Syrax and it had been the year as the Dragon guard brought the saddles and made sure that it was well mounted enough. These were made by the smiths from Qohor, they had known the mysteries of Valyrian Steel and Valyrian magic so King Jaehaerys had hired smiths from Qohor for that purpose. There had been extra saddles for the larger dragons.

At that, Daemon suddenly had an idea. He looked at the right corner where Vermithor was kept and then at his son and smirked.

"Uncle Daemon, Gaems" Rhaenyra screamed, her voice echoed through the hall.

"Yes, my pet" Daemon called out.

"Will you follow us?" Rhaenrya asked as Syrax held her niece well.

Daemon nodded and placed a hand on his son's shoulder, he certainly envied the fact that Rhaenyra mounted her dragon first and now that Alyssa had successfully mounted Tyraxes as well definitely left his son alone.

Not too long Gaems, Daemon promised.

Daemon glanced as the three she dragons went to the opening and gave out a resounding roar for everyone in the city to hear and first the smaller dragons flew followed by Dreamfyre. His son's head was held down but Daemon simply turned to one of the Dragon Guard.

"Open the gates to Vermithor's cave" Daemon ordered.

The two dragon guards looked at each other, to which Daemon simply continued, "did I stutter? And have Caraxes ready for me as well"

The Dragon guard scurried away and Daemon knelt to his son, "Hey, do you trust me?"

Gaemon seemed confused but nodded, Daemon brought his son to a hug and cupped his cheeks. "Today you will prove that you are the blood of the dragon Gaemon."

They slowly walked towards the Vermithor's cave, there was a rumbling noise that could be heard as Vermithor's head slowly slithered into brightness. His roar was so loud that the guards backed away for a second, to fools that would be roar of threat but to Daemon he had known this well enough.

Before mounting Caraxes, he had belonged to his Uncle Aemon and when he had first approached Bloodwyrm and it was the same roar. He had waited two moons to approach him but when he did to mount him the roar, he had was a roar of enthusiasm. Something he knew, he felt the first time he mounted Caraxes.

"Kepa, Vermithor looks excited!!" Gaemon grinned.

Vermithor looked at Gaemon and screeched in excitement and as they got closer, he brought his head closer to him and sniffed him. Puff of smoke came out from his nose and mouth as he first stared at Daemon and then his son. A part of Daemon wanted to take his son back and hold him but his son as other idea as he walked towards him. He placed his hand on his nuzzle and gently stroked him. Gaemon turned towards his father and grinned, "he is warm, I love it" he exclaimed.

Daemon chuckled as the Dragon guard that had cared for Vermithor approached him carefully. The dragon swiftly turned his head towards the Dragon Guard and growled at them, but his son whispered some Valyrian words to soothe him and surprisingly Vermithor listened to him. The guards successfully placed the saddle on the bronze dragon and once the dragon guard went back to a safer distant. Instinctively, the Bronze Fury knelt even kneeling Vermithor was far larger than Syrax and Tyraxes. Aside from Balerion and Vhagar, Vermithor was the largest dragon that belonged to House Targaryen.

Daemon turned to the Dragon guard and ordered, "Ready Caraxes now"

"Come Gaemon, it is time to ride your dragon" Daemon said softly as he placed his hands on his shoulders. His son's eyes went wide.

"What? Do you think a dragon is being friendly with you for plain reasons? You are a dragon my son and today you shall prove your worth" Daemon said, his son had already had experience flying on Caraxes.

His son cautiously approached the dragon and Daemon slowly followed him. He grabbed hold of his scales and Daemon tried to approach him for help Gaemon simply waved him off. He slowly climbed holding onto the dragon and to Daemon's surprise Vermithor stared at his son with patience. Once his son sat on the saddle and held the chains well, the dragon slowly moved towards the opening from which they could fly.

From his back, he felt the Bloodwyrm approaching him slowly Daemon simply turned towards his dragon that was already saddled and climbed onto him with ease. Even though Caraxes was large and old, he was still smaller compared to Vermithor. The Bloodwyrm roared and Vermithor replied him with the same call. Daemon looked at his son who was looking at the sunset and the three dragons flying. Tears were threatening to come out of his eyes as it was doing a good job blurring his vision.

"Gaemon!!" his voice broke.

His son turned to him and nodded, "You know the Valyrian word to fly?"

Gaemon retorted, "yes kepa"

"On my mark then and make sure you follow me!!" Daemon ordered.

"Ready!!"

"Set!!"

"Soves!!" both father and son exclaimed and within the blinks both dragons climbed high. Vermithor followed and roared in excitement and three roars were heard in distance and they belonged to the princesses' dragon.

Notes:

So here is the deal,

Gaemon became a Targaryen Prince, why?

Because the marriage between Daemon and Rhea was annulled, because Rhea was 'caught' cheating on her husband while Daemon was 'mourning' Jaehaerys and Alysanne. Daemon is a bit sneaky here because hey he is a father now, he cannot afford to be completely rash here.

Speaking of them, I kinda gave them a Notebook like ending. In canon Alicent found Jaehaerys dead in his sleep. However in this fic, Alicent found both Jaehaerys and Alysanne dead in their sleep as they held onto each other.

Also considering that Jaehaerys' match with Daemon had gone caput, he had more influence over his brother plus they have Gael who is not the same simple-minded Princess that she was in canon. So Otto has his work cut out for him and he might consider some alliance that he might find unsavory in canon.

Also a side and rather unfortunate announcement

The fic Legacy of Dragon will not be continued for the time being, the reason being that when I came up with the idea my goal was to have a happy Targ family while everyone around them struggling and the goal was to expand their empire towards East in a believable manner.

With that said, the next update shall be for A Song of Wolf and Dragons and until then Peace out y'all