I stood by my sister and mother as we watched a large beautiful red dragon land in our courtyard at Runestone. A tall man stepped off and removed the dragon winged helmet he wore, showing his handsome face to the world and letting his silver hair flow.

My mother scoffed beside me.

I took a moment to study the man's features as he approached my sister and I, though not before he cast a dirty look my mother's way.

Daemon was the most handsome man I had seen in this life, short as it had been, or the one before it and was prettier than most women; only my mother had him beat.

He was tall and strong but more lean than muscular. His eyes a dark purple and on his lips was a confident smirk. My father wore a black gambeson with a red three headed dragon on the front and on his hip hung Dark Sister.

He stopped in front of me and spoke Valyrian, almost too quickly for me to catch and I knew my sister didn't understand a word of it. It was only thanks to how simple what he said truly was that I caught it at all, truth be told.

"How have you been my son?" He had a faint look of what I thought was pride on his face as he spoke and I was reminded again of how different this Daemon was from what I expected.

I had been born into this world almost four years ago now, the younger of a set of twins.

I had screamed and cried when I came into the world and hadn't been able to stop until I was firmly wrapped in my mother's arms and drinking from her.

Everything had felt so loud and bright and cold that I don't think I even understood what had happened. Though that didn't last for long.

I had died and realized pretty quickly where I was. They spoke English thankfully enough and there were only so many people that a silver haired purple eyed man named Daemon who wore a black tunic with a red dragon could be after all.

My father had proclaimed my name to be Baelon and my sister's Alyssa. He seemed happy in those days, not that he often was seriously angry around me or my sister anyway. But it was the happiest I had ever seen my father and mother be while in the same room together.

My father had only been 16 at the time and my mother 22 but both seemed enamored with the idea of children of their own. Perhaps they thought that with these children they'd be able to make their marriage work and eventually they could find love for each other. But my father and mother had thought the same when I had been born in my previous life and the result was hardly different here.

The two just weren't compatible and neither wished to be married to the other. My mother thought Daemon too arrogant and immature and my father thought his wife overbearing and boring.

The Rogue Prince stayed in Runestone for the first 2 months after my birth, partially to see if any dragons would hatch from the eggs he had given us and partly due to how in love he was with holding something he had created.

It was said constantly of my sister and I that we took after our father a great deal. My sister had his eyes and I had his hair and we both had his complexion.

But we did not take after the prince completely. My sister had the black hair of our mother while my eyes were much brighter than her and father's dark purple, a lavender so bright it looked almost pink in the correct lighting.

Neither of our eggs ended up hatching, a fact which dampened Daemon's enthusiasm slightly but not by much. When we were two months old he took us flying for the first time, a short ride on Caraxes around Runestone.

"My mother did this when I was your age," he always spoke to us wistfully and slowly in Valyrian those days.

Alyssa had taken to flying like a natural, making little sounds reminiscent of giggles and smiling the whole time. I on the other hand had been terrified, though I have to admit it was by far the most exhilarating thing I'd done in either of my lives.

Mother had been the angriest I had ever seen her when we had landed. She ripped into Daemon calling him an irresponsible child and yelling at him to leave and not come back.

The prince had looked genuinely upset by her yelling and I believe that to be the moment they truly realized that they didn't belong together.

Daemon was a sixteen year old boy, young and spoiled who dreamed of nothing but flying and winning battles and glory for his grandfather, father, and brother. Rhea was a woman six years his senior who already understood that her father was rapidly aging and that she, and by extension her children, were his only clear heirs.

It was like trying to put a sophomore in highschool together with someone who had already gone through college and worked a full time job. They just weren't compatible.

"My mother died when I was young," Daemon had said the night before he left, speaking to two babies who he believed wouldn't understand a word he said, the only ones who would listen and the only ones he would tell, "I wish to be a good father more than I've wished for anything before, but I won't take you away from your mother.

I'll come visit as often as the bitch will have me and take you riding when I can. Goodbye for now Alyssa," The boy wiped away unshed tears as he said my sister's name and gained a faraway look as he often did when speaking to her, as if trying to remember something you weren't sure even happened, "Goodbye Baelon."

The Rogue Prince made good on his promise to visit and always made a trip at least once a month. As he grew older he became more like the Daemon I would have expected but always was gentle with my sister and I, though he had never been allowed to take us riding again.

"I have been well father, though I have missed you," I spoke in slightly accented Valyrian, and it was true, for all Daemon's faults he had always been good to my sister and I.

He smiled down at me and ruffled my hair before turning to my sister and pulling her into a hug asking her the same question to which she responded much the same as I in her own heavier accented Valyrian.

"Should you not approach the heir to the castle before her children, Prince Daemon?" My mother cut into the conversation though not unkindly.

"Not when her children are a prince and princess," The Rogue Prince responded, rolling his eyes.

"And what brings another Prince of the Blood to my humble castle?"

At that question Daemon's mood soured.

"My father is on his deathbed," The prince said solemnly, "I would have my children see him again before he leaves us."

My mother's eyes widened at that before softening. No doubt she wondered the same thing everyone else was wondering, who would be the heir now?

I had met my Targaryen grandfather and great-grandfather along with other members of my family only once, when mother and my Royce grandfather had brought my sister and I to King's Landing for the tourney celebrating my great-grandfather's 50th year on the throne.

Had I actually been the one year old I was supposed to be at the time I likely wouldn't remember them but as it stood I did.

Baelon the Brave seemed to be who I took most of my looks from. At least, we had the same eye and hair color. He had been big, strong, and charming. He was quick to laugh and happy to have three grandchildren around him.

The Old King had been old even when I met him three years ago but he had been wise and charming and he too seemed happy with having more of his family around him.

Good Queen Alysanne was graceful and quick witted even at her old age. She had delighted in spoiling her young grandchildren and I would have liked to see her again however she had died the year prior.

The Velaryon side of the family had been bitter that Rhaenys had been passed over even then and so refused to attend.

There had been other Targaryens there but not many and none who had lived to see Baelon die.

"How long does he have?" Mother asked, her eyes soft.

"He was in bad shape when I left. The Grand Maester said he had less than 3 days," The Prince replied.

"You plan to use your dragon then?" Beside me Alyssa took in a deep breath and turned to me with a thousand watt smile, latching onto my arm. I'm not sure how much of the conversation she understood but she definitely got that Daemon planned on flying us somewhere.

"Of course," The Rogue Prince replied sharply, "It has been too long since they have flown. No child of the Blood should be afraid to step foot near a dragon."

My mother seemed worried but unwilling to deny my father the right to take his children to their dying grandfather, "I would have them stay for the funeral then," My father seemed suprised but touched by his 'Bronze Bitch' and nodded her his thanks.

Daemon turned sharply and yelled at a servant nearby, "Your Prince and Princess will need clothes for the next fortnight, go and fetch them."

He turned back to us and ruffled the two of our hair again.

"The journey is going to be hard. The two of you probably don't even remember the last time you flew and now you'll be flying all the way to King's Landing," He was back to speaking Valyrian now.

"We will be fine father," I did my best to assure him, "We are your children, after all."

With those words the Rogue Prince was smiling and practically beaming down at me.

Flattery never hurt anybody.

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A/N

So there's that. Let me know what you thought and anything you think I can improve on.

I don't have a beta reader so feel free to point out any grammar mistakes or spelling issues or just things that don't read smoothly, somethings are bown to fall through the cracks.

Hope you enjoyed and the next chapter will be coming Wednesday.