Before you continue reading, I just want to bring it to your attention that the user eddiesg1rl has copied this story as their own under the title Burn Together. They've only posted the first chapter, but it is very clearly my story. If you have a moment (bc I don't play that shit) don't forget to leave a comment on her story letting her know that you're aware it's stolen. Cause if they do it to me, they'll do it to you. Hope you enjoy the last chapter smh.

King Viserys had a peaceful rule for many years.

Without the encouragement of snakes whispering in his ear, decisions were made for the betterment of the Realm rather than the betterment of individuals.

As such, Westeros had entered an age of thriving prosperity.

Poverty was a thing of the past now that the crown made sure to help those in need.

Since then, the people had discovered a new love for their monarch.

Celebrating the Targaryen name became a common thing amongst the courtiers and commoners alike.

Because thanks to them, life had never been better.

Due to its new abundance of resources, the capital and its surrounding lands obviously became a target to those who wished to have such wealth for themselves.

But with a hoard of dragons, and people like you and your husband leading the armies, your enemies never stood a chance.

Having parents like hers, it was no wonder your daughter grew to become one of the most renowned fighters in all of the Realm. There was rarely a duel she did not win having learned from the best.

This was not the case for her younger sister who had the mind of a scholar. You and Daemon were all too happy to indulge her ever-growing mind with various books and tutors after realizing learning was what brought her excitement.

The lessons you imparted on your children had been integral in shaping who they were, which made you a proud mother.

They had also been integral in shaping who the Princess had become, which made you a proud subject.

Continuing your training sessions with Rhaenyra over the years had honed her abilities and made her quite the adversary.

Soon, it became foolish to say she was too weak to rule since all anyone had to do was watch her fight in order to know the strength she possessed.

That girl was undoubtedly a dragon through and through.

And when she blossomed into a woman, it only became more apparent.

Having wedded for love rather than for politics, the Princess was a fierce protector of both her husband and her children.

Whenever you teasingly pointed this out, she always smiled and replied that she had gotten it from you.

Strongly united, those of House Targaryen had never been closer.

This was made clear to the King as he lay on his deathbed. Surrounded by loved ones, Viserys felt a peace settle over him as he recognized in his old age that his family was together and would be content after he was gone.

Knowing that this was all he had ever wanted made it easy for him to let go with no regrets.

All of Westeros mourned their King, but they also celebrated his rule.

Such celebrations made it all the easier for the Princess to inherit the throne her father had left for her.

After a brief grieving period, Rhaenyra Targaryen was crowned Queen before all those within the Seven Kingdoms.

She was exalted and revered for being the first woman to ever sit the Iron Throne. It was after breaking this barrier that she broke another one by naming you her Hand.

As close as you were, you should have expected it. And yet, you were still surprised as she said,

"I am the person I am today because of you and you know that. You are a true friend and always have been. And what is more, you want what is good for the Realm."

Giving you a warm smile and a humble bow of her head, she continued by saying,

"I would be honored to heed your counsel."

And just like that, the position was yours.

With Daemon providing security as Commander of the armies, and you providing council as her most trusted advisor, Rhaenyra ushered in a golden age that Westeros had never seen in its entire history.

It was a reign that would forever be remembered and one that would always be looked back on as positively remarkable.

Thinking back, you were simply glad you got to play a small part in it.

"Darling, are you ready for bed?"

You were brought out of your thoughts and turned around to see Daemon approaching with a hand stretched out to you.

"Yes, Husband."

As you took it, you began to ask,

"Are the girls—"

"Already in bed." Throwing a smirk in your direction, he finished replying by saying, "I checked."

Smiling, you placed a soft, affectionate kiss on his lips before allowing him to lead you both to your chambers.

And as you each lived your lives in service to the Queen, in service to the Realm, and in service to each other, it never ceased to amaze you how the fires that roared between you and your husband never stopped raging.