All of Me

by itachisgurl93

What if Rhaenys Targaryen was not Rhaegar's first child? When he marries Elia years earlier, she gives birth to a daughter five years before the Rebellion. How will the world change with a new player? The Destiny of the world is forever changed when Valaena Targaryen is the first born child of Rhaegar and Elia, especially when she holds a great secret. Fem!Harry

5. A Callous Call

Chapter 5: A Callous Call

The first two days of the tourney started with an all-out archery contest first. Lord Whent decided to would be better to keep the melee for the second day, so the people would still be on that high for the joust the day after. She couldn't argue with that, as cool as it was to see archers try to hit the bulls-eye as much as they could, or ax-throwers try the same, it held nothing on a melee or joust. The horse race was pretty fun, the one she thought would win, did. Maybe she was born with an excellent gambling sense...or it might have had to do with the fact that she had been a horse trainer a few lives ago, but one could never be sure, either could be the source.

There was also a tourney of singers, in which she questioned whether some singers knew they were tone deaf. Why had it been allowed that people who couldn't sing became singers? How did that make any sense to anyone? But she endured it with a brave face. Though the surrounding men could see the truth, she couldn't hide these feelings of her's from showing on her face. Thankfully, that was over quickly, a winner announced and sent off. After that came the mummers show. She really didn't have any words to describe it. It was like a….a cir...circus if she remembered correctly, and a play wrapped up into one jumbled...thing. But it was interesting, so she let it pass.

Valaena watched, entranced, as all contenders made their way for the seven-sided melee. She recognized Robert Baratheon as one of them. 'He will get far,' she thought, especially will that hulking body of his.' She could understand how a person could be that big and be completely human...but, no one could convince her that Gregor Clegane was fully human. He was definitely bred with a bull or something, or maybe even a giant someway back.

Her Wolf was also participating in the melee. She watched as the contenders got in their preset seven groups of three. Her hand clenched her father's hand as Brandon straddled his horse. The teams stood in a circle and waited in silence for the signal to begin. A count to five later, the signal rang through the land, and the horses were off. Many fell off their horse, courtesy of the Baratheon heir, until a few more than half were left standing...riding.

Valaena clapped happily as Brandon evaded his pursuers and knocked them off instead. His group still had all its member's thankfully, but so did Robert Baratheon's, whose team included Eddard Stark. If it was her in the ring against one of her siblings...she'd knock them off without a second thought.

"My Wolf is so strong," she sighed in happiness. He knew what it took to win. She wanted to get out of her chair and walk to the railing, to get even closer, but she wouldn't be allowed to until tomorrow, under the excuse that she didn't want anything in the way of her watching Rhaegar. And that was the truth, it wasn't her fault that Brandon was also in the joust.

Valaena watched Brandon and his horse gallop towards Robert. In less than a second, the ringing of their clashing swords vibrated through the area. Neither gave an inch as those around them fought and fell. Their swords separated for a moment before clashing once more.

Valaena gasped in awe of the power in these two human men. She watched as their shoulders shook with the force they used to keep the other at bay. And then a slip. Brandon rounded his sword against Robert's and flung it away, before pushing him off his horse.

"Yay!" Valaena exclaimed in excited happiness, "win my Wolf!" She ran up to the railing and jumped and down, unable to rein in her enthusiasm. "Kepa, Papa, look!" She cried aloud, turning to look at them and pointing to Brandon, "look how strong my Wolf is!"

Her father nodded his head, while Aerys just sneered in disdain, "he isn't that strong my dragon. You shouldn't get your hopes up with that Northerner."

Valaena ignored her grandfather, and clung to the railing, completely entranced in the melee. It was down to three teams now. Brandon's team had, including himself, three people left, Robert's team was left with Eddard and someone she didn't recognize, and the last team had only one person left, again someone she didn't recognize. 'Oh look at that,' she thought, 'three, two, one.' she giggled to herself and waited for the conclusion of the match. As she suspected, the single man had teamed up with Eddard to make it a three on three battle. The two teams set off in opposite directions before each reined their horse around and stood there, getting ready to charge.

It seemed like the world stilled, the men on the field only had eyes for the man opposite them. Brandon kept his eyes trained on Eddard, completely ignoring the other four men, waiting for the right moment to charge. He caught sight of Valaena's beaming face, and his lips could help but to upturn a little. "Go my Wolf!" And that was all the signal he needed. He kicked his horse, and it jetted off making a line straight for his little brother. He raised his sword up and brought it down with great force, only to have Eddard raise his own sword and deflect the blow. His horse backtracked for a moment before he pulled it back to face his brother.

"It seems you going to foster under Jon Arryn hasn't been a total loss. Now show me what you've learned." By the time they exchanged more blows and looked towards their comrades, the two of them were the only ones still left on their horses with swords still in their grips. Brandon looked back to his little brother and grinned, "we're not really horse riding fighters, are we, little brother?"

Eddard shook his head, "no, we are not."

They shared a look before they both jumped off their horse and shooed them away. They took their places facing each other, readied their stance, and kept a tight grip on their swords.

Valaena for her part gasped and clapped her hands even harder in excitement. The Wild Wolf versus the Quiet Wolf. Would this become a fight that would go down in history? Would she finally be able to see if all the rumors about Brandon's prowess in battle were true? It was also said that, while not having the same physical strength as his foster brother or blood brother, Eddard Stark was a master with the sword, more quick agility than power. Just the thought of seeing a fight between the had sent shivers through her body, now being able to see it in front of her. Oh, she couldn't breathe. What a wonderful life she was living.

"Win for me my Wolf!" She called out once more, setting them off once again. Valaena, unblinkingly, took it all in. They way their swords swung in the air, to the faces they made when their swords hit one another, to the turn of their legs and bodies, to the subtle changes in the way they gripped the hilt. All of it was more alluring than she had thought it would be... or maybe it had to do with the fact that she likes dark-haired, wild types. No...she wasn't that bias...ok maybe she was, but that wasn't the point. The point was that they were very nice to look at-damn it.

Valaena shook her head to clear her mind and refocused her attention back on the clashing brothers. It took longer than she thought it would come to an end, but it ended with Brandon being the winner, just like she had predicted. While Eddard was faster, Brandon had more power and stamina to keep raining hits down on Eddard's sword. Eventually, Eddard defense broke and his sword was flung from his hands.

Brandon grinned down at him, "do you yield Ned?" He asked his sword at Eddard's neck.

"I yield." Eddard replied, his hands raised in surrender. Immediately, applause and hooting filled the area. There were exclamations of how great the fight was, some yelled how they wanted more, rest of the words entangled with one another. Of course, she clapped just as loudly as the rest, and then a shadow covered her because no one here knew of personal space. She bent her head back and looked up to see her father smiling down at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you that happy he won?"

Smiling, Valaena bit her bottom lips and nodded her head once, "very."

Rhaegar didn't say anything back, but instead looked back to the two brothers and beckoned them forward. "You have shown us a fantastic fight, I commend you." He raised his hand and motioned for the servant to come closer. He grabbed the sack of money but felt a tug on his clothes. He looked down to see Valaena holding out her cupped hands.

He raised the bagged coins a little higher and shook it, raising an eyebrow. Valaena nodded her head and pushed her arms forwards some more. Rhaegar, unable to say no to his firstborn, placed the sack of money into her hands without a fuss.

"Thank you, Kepa." She said smiling before holding on tightly to the bag and trying to run down the step to the seats of those, not Targaryen or their guards. And was stopped before she could make the downward step. She looked back to her father, "no throw. I hand to my Wolf."

Rhaegar held her gazing as the seconds trickled by before nodding to Arthur to follow her down.

Valaena made quick work of the stairs and ran straight to the front. She held the bag in one hand and waved Brandon over with the other. "Brandon Stark! Come." She called out to him smiling.

Brandon hesitated for a moment, going to her when she clearly said 'come' would be acting like a dog, but on the other hand it was the pretty little princess, whose quick wit and intelligence he found amusing, who said it. 'Oh well, I've already come this far.' He walked to the stands and stood in front of Valaena.

"Hand." She said with a grin. To which he raised his arm to her and held it palm up. She bent under the railing, not tall enough to lean over just yet, and placed the bag of gold in his palm.

"Did you win for me?"

"What do you think Princess?"

Valaena smiled brazenly at him, "yes."

Brandon could do nothing else but laugh. This little princess was something else. "Very well, yes, I won it for you."

"Yes, I know," she said sagely, nodding her head in acceptance.

Brandon lightly huffed in exasperation, funny little thing, wasn't she? "I thank you for your confidence in me, Princess. I am honored."

Both Valaena and Eddard looked at him strangely. Like they didn't believe a single word he said.

"I take offense to that."

Valaena giggled and pointed to the seats where the Lyanna Stark was sitting, "sit and rest, okay?"

"As the Princess commands," he said with an over-dramatic bow, which Eddard followed, though much calmer. She watched as the two brothers walked to the first floor steps, getting ready to-

"Princess, we must go back to your father."

'Damn it. So close.'

Valaena looked back to Arthur, put on her most innocent face, and completely ignored Arthur's disbelieving one, "let us go." She turned around and walked slowly back up the stairs, the journey down was always easier than the one up. Upon reaching their private area, she walked directly to her seat and sat down. With the way things had progressed in an entertaining fashion today, Aerys' was bound to make a speech about how entertaining it was, and how tomorrow's joust should be even more entertaining to watch.

Just as she thought, Aerys arose from his throne and walked to the railing, "the day has brought quite the excitement," he began once the crowd quieted like she'd thought.

"So there should be no reason why tomorrow would be any less exciting." Like he took the words from her mind.

"So let's begin the joust now." Yes. Tomorrow's joust-'what?' Valaena looked at the ceiling, then the floor, and then her grandfather… 'what?'

"Bring out the first competitors," Aerys continued as if the people next to him weren't looking at him strangely. Valaena held back the need to rub her forehead why was this man so much trouble? Did he crave it? "I'm sure my little dragon is eagerly waiting to see a joust, why make her wait anymore?" 'Why are you including me in this?!'

Her head followed him back to his giant portable throne, because those were a thing, and just watched as he sat down without a care in the world. She would balk at the audacity of the man, but he was the king who was going to say no to the king? So she sat in her seat like the rest of them and waited for those without houses to represent to come forward.

Since this wasn't the way the tourney was originally planned, the preparations for the joust took time. The ground was redone, so it laid flat, there were posts put up for the boundary, not to mention getting the armour onto the knights.

"Papa," She called out, "let's play a game?"

Her grandfather turned to her, "what game?"

Valaena giggled and waved her father and knights closer, "I think number, you guess, if you correct, I tell secret."

"And if I'm wrong?" Her father asked.

"Noth-I get small sip wine."

"No. You are too young."

"Kepa, please? On the last day? Please?"

"Yes! Let's do that!"

"Father!" Rhaegar exclaimed, "She is much too young for any sort of wine!"

"If we are wrong, she will get a small child's spoon."

"But-"

"My word is final."

Rhaegar relented. The only who was able to get Aerys to reconsider something was Valaena, so there was no way for him to win this argument. He looked to his daughter, his smart, smart daughter. Since the day she was born she was different from all the other babies he'd heard of. She rarely cried, was fast to walk, talk...to understand. It was as if the all the gods smiled down on her. She truly was extraordinary, and she was his sweetling. His baby girl. His firstborn. And yet...he could never truly read what she was thinking. Almost as if she only should what she wanted to be seen. But that wasn't possible. No matter how smart she was, she was just a child. He was just overthinking matters.

"Kepa sit," Valaena said patting his chair. This was another thing, what sounded like a sweet suggestion, almost felt like a command. A command one willingly wanted to adhere. As if it going against it would tear the soul apart. Or it could just be that she had him wrapped around her finger. So Rhaegar sat, what else could he do? His sweetly had asked him, so he would.

Once he sat, Valaena looked all those around her, "I think number 1 to 10 now, you guess."

Aerys went first, "ten."

Valaena shook her head.

"One," said Rhaegar.

Valaena giggled, "no."

"Three," Arthur called out.

Valaena's head snapped to him, her lips pursed, she nodded. Arthur smiled at her, "your secret?"

Valaena paused, she really thought they would get for a few more tries, but...a deal was a deal. She grinned at her father, "Aegon not like so many Aegons." 'Maybe. But if I were Aegon, I wouldn't want so many named after me, especially if they weren't going to live up to my name.'

"Again." She said completely choosing to ignore the dumbfounded faces looking at her.

"Two." Aerys started again.

"No."

"Four." Rhaegar guessed.

Valaena huffed, "valonqar."

"What do you mean little brother?"

Valaena smiled and shook her head, "Again."

"Seven," Aerys guessed.

"Three," Rhaegar said.

"Five," Barristan chimed in.

"Two."

"Four."

"Nine."

"Ten!"

Valaena's eyes went to her great-uncle Lewin, and she nodded but hesitated, "Muña...Muña no more rūs." A dark atmosphere fell upon their floor as she spoke the truth. It was a truth she felt to her very core. Before they had left, she had to push a bit of magic into her more to feel out her health. As always, it was on the decline...and if this baby didn't kill her...she would have no more. But no more children was fine, she would make sure her muña survived.

"Again." She said.

"One," this time it was Rhaegar who started. It wasn't the number she was thinking but…

"Muña be fine." She couldn't stand an awkward silence even if she started it. Actually, those might be the worst type, she'd have no one to blame for it but herself… "Again."

"Your Grace, forgive my intrusion, the field, and the participants are ready."

They all looked towards the man who had spoken. He was a squire and a tiny one at that. To Valaena he looked like he should still be sucking at his mother's tits, but then again everyone could say that about her...just, not to her face.

The boy bowed low once more and was dismissed as they all turned back to face forward again.

The two starting would-be knights calmly rode their horses into the field. The horses were the only thing about them that was noteworthy. Their armour was almost nonexistent, it was leather instead of actual metal. One with green clothes and the other in blue. They helmets were...they were. Really, the horses were the only things they had going for them. Both horses were young and strong looking. And their strides confident. But it was youth that would work against them. Jousting without experience was some nasty business. Worst-case scenario, they fall off the horse and become crippled. It was better to be dead than cripple and poor in these times.

The jousters went to their positions and waited for the signal. The stands were quiet, 'I would say you could hear a pin drop, but that would be too cliche.'

And then they were off.

And they missed each other.

And they were off again.

'Are you serious right now? Isn't there like a trial for this before allowing contenders?'

There were another two rounds of the jousters missing each other before they both hit each other...and both went down. She could do nothing but sigh, she'd seen bad before, but this was just sad. She held onto her grandfather's hand, "Papa don't be mad. Next one be better."

And thankfully it was. Not the greatest she'd ever seen, be definitely better than the two before. Done in two rounds, sweet and fast. There were three more pairs of riders that came out. Two ended in a draw and the last one ended with the first tilt. Valaena didn't pay attention to any of them, her mind had wondered to the voice she had heard.

It was definitely His voice, but it had sounded so muddled. Maybe all the gods of this world were interfering? But why would they? If it had something to do with that damn prophecy- she wouldn't care as long as it had nothing to do with her. She would not be a child of prophecy again. She had been so at least ten or so times, enough was enough. Hell, she'd even help the 'ugh….what was it called…' whatever they were called, she'd help. But she refused to be that child.

"Ready to go sweetling?"

Valaena turned her head to her father and nodded. She just hoped the next few days weren't as boring as this. She grabbed his hand and got off her chair. The walk down the stairs was uneventful and quiet as was the walk back to the castle. Then she couldn't stand it anymore.

"That boring. It always like that?" She asked no one in particular but got ten replies. Most were 'no, of course not,' and 'that was just to weed out the weak. The rest will be much better.' She doubted it. What could be better than dragon fights? That had been a great life. Fighting atop dragons and other giant monsters, it felt like they had been masters of the world...well Marvolo wanted to be master of the world, Valaena was just going along with it. Controlling the world had never been that much fun. She spent decades or more, fighting for it, and was rewarded with revolts, paperwork, and stress beyond belief, that was no way to live. But she had done so, over and over again for so many lives. Now all she truly wanted was to rest and live a peaceful life.

Yeah. Like that was going to happen. Peace and magic never worked well together. But there was no use in thinking too hard about it. She would take whatever came at her.

It was later that night when a thought came to her. She had already taken her bath and was sitting on Aerys' bed, combing out his hair. It wasn't as thin and brittle as before, it wasn't the most luscious either, but after what was maybe a half year of hair treatment it was getting there. She messaged the herb mix into his head and hair and ran her fingers through it, making sure every strand was coated.

"Papa," she began as she swung her legs on the edge of the bed. Aerys who sat on a pillow on the floor in between them, his head in her lap, he answered, "yes my dragon?"

"If something happens to me-"

"Nothing will happen to you. I will not allow it."

"I know you won't, but listen to me. If something happens to me, you must not lose your mind again."

"What...what if I can't help it...and I do?"

Valaena hesitated, it was not something she wanted to, but the needs of others were bigger than she wants. Occasionally. "If you lose your mind again. I...I will release you from it. I will allow no other to harm you. This I vow to you."

She took in a shuddered breath, "please don't make me."

Even though Aerys nodded, Valaena doubted his promise. No one could control their emotions like that. All anyone could really do was keep it from showing on their face. She braided his hair, rolled it and tied it up with a piece of leather. She took the cloth in her lap and tied it around his head. "Make sure you don't turn too much. Get up please, I have to wash my hands."

Valaena waited a moment for Aerys to get up and onto his bed. She slid down and washed her hands the metal bowl of water before closing the vile of treatment. "Papa, you must take care of Muña and my dubys. You have to. Mama and Viserys too."

She looked back to him, looking into his eyes as he promised. Her mother was too delicate to be able to handle or go through grief. Her body was weak and her constitution even weaker. Normally she hated these types of people who could do nothing than wallow in their own weakness, hell, she'd hated other parents that she'd had that did that. But with Elia...it was different. While she was delicate and unnecessary sweet, Valaena knew that every second she spent pushing forward and not laying in bed was for her. And Rhaenys and the fetus.

But mostly her.

Fine. She monopolized, but what was wrong with that? A person needed all the helping in surviving and living as they could get. A mother's unconditional love was truly one of the greatest powers. And she loved her mother just as much. True, Elia couldn't really play with her, but she could tell the best stories. Every time Valaena laid with her at night, it was like she was transported into the story. She fought alongside Nymeria, she flew through the air on Balerion. With how she described characters and the detailed she added, Elia was in her top ten favorite storytellers. And she had given Valaena, Rhaenys and hopefully and new baby.

"Promise me papa," she said sitting back down on the bed, pulling Aerys' hand into her lap.

"I promise," he said squeezing her hand.

"Promise you what, sweetling?"

Aerys and Valaena turned to the door, Rhaegar stood there with Arthur. Valaena laughed and ran over to Rhaegar with her arms open wide. He easily picked her up and held her to his chest. "Kepa, sleepy." She said burying her head into the side of his neck. He gently rubbed her back, said goodnight to Aerys, and walked back to their shared room.

The next day was much more exciting. It started off with some bacon and eggs and hot bread. After that, it was a straight shot to the arena. The first couple of jousts were like yesterday afternoon's, a bunch of kids that didn't really know what they were doing, draws or kids falling off the horses themselves...a bunch of dogshit if someone asked her.

And then it was finally a joust between experienced riders, one of the sons of Lord Whent and someone whose name she didn't catch. Which was pretty lackluster and ended in the defeat of the young lord Whent.

And so on and so forth it went for hours, riders bowing, horses running, lances missing, horses running again, a hit or a miss, on and on and on. The only one she truly paid any attention too was Arthur, but not even he could make the refined art of jousting interesting or entertaining to her. Though it did make her wonder who would win, these knights who learned to joust or the Dothraki who learned how to be one with a horse. Her money was on the Dothraki.

The tourney was over for the day, and since the light was still bright, she planned to spend it reading the book, or maybe she'd begin swinging the wooden swords she brought along. She brought two in case one was found, she refused to stay weak longer that she had to. It was best to start building the foundation early.

And so she did. In the secrecy of her borrowed room, her skinny arms picked up both wooden training swords and swung them back and forth, left and right. She did so until her arms and legs trembled from overwork, and the swords fell to the ground.

She wiped the sweat away with the hem of her nightgown before shakingly, picking up the swords. She hid them back in her trunk of clothes, down at the bottom were...everyone would look, but who would look for swords in a three-year-olds clothes trunk, so she figured she was safe. If they were found, well there wasn't anyone who would truly punish her, so that wasn't really an issue, but better safe than sorry.

Valaena climbed up onto her bed and sat cross-legged. She took in deep breaths and closed her eyes. She willed her magic to roam through her body. The effects weren't immediate, but she could feel the cool wash of her magic come over her. It felt like jumping into ice water after a drought. Her body shivered in delight as her magic swam to her toes and back up to her head over and over again.

She opened her eyes and stared at the book on the desk. Really stared at it, willing it to lift, even a little. Just a little. She started grinding her teeth in frustration.

"Aish!" And the book floated a moment before dropping once again. Well, great emotions were always something that worked. But that wasn't how she wanted to access her magic all the time. Channeling magic into the dragon egg was a lot easier than making it do something else. 'Honestly, what will it take for me to hatch that egg. Ugh. Dear Balerion, Vhagar, Meraxes, and Syrax please let magic come back if they hatch.'

She didn't exactly believe in gods, after all, Death is the only true promise. But there was nothing for her to lose even if she did ask them. And of course there were many more gods in the Freehold believed in, but her family particularly liked them, so might as well butter them up again.

The next day was when the jousting got much better. Valaena had fun watching the experienced riders ride against each other. The only thing she would have done was make it so all the newcomers went first and during the middle to last days, challenge the well-known winners.

But she wasn't ruling this kingdom...yet. Though she never really waited for people to crown her before. Valaena could just push for the changes she wanted, either by playing cute with the ones that were already wrapped around her finger or by making the men in charge think it was their idea. Thankfully both tactics worked whether she was a boy or a girl. But no one listened to the ideas of a three-year-old. Well her grandfather listened but...he really wasn't all there, so it didn't really count.

The third day was when it got interesting. It was late into the afternoon when it happened. A knight of short stature came riding up on a black horse. Their armour was mismatched and many of it was ill-fitted. The sigil on his shield was also one she didn't recognize, a white weirwood with a laughing, red face.

The small knight first challenged first was a knight from House Haigh. And down the knight went, he was soon followed by another knight from House Blount, and then by a knight from House Frey. It was truly a splendid sight that made her laugh, especially when the knight had taken custody of their horses and armour. Then when the knight sought to get their property back, the little knight agreed upon the condition that they taught honor to their rude squires. The scolding the three received was truly worth the spectacle. And yet her grandfather still made a deal out of it and had ordered his Kingsguard and Rhaegar to find the mystery knight, fearing that he was an enemy or Jaime Lannister, who had apparently had all the time in the world to go all the way to King's Landing and back, because Jaime Lannister was that short.

Funnily enough, the next morning, the mystery knight was nowhere to be seen. They had reported back that they had found only his shield, which had been abandoned under a tree. Valaena had a couple guesses herself about who this mystery knight could be. She figured he couldn't be a knight at all, otherwise, people would have heard of a tiny knight who knew their way in battle. More importantly, based on the people that the little knight had challenged, it had to be a Northerner. Her wolf, however, was sitting in the stands and his brothers were right next to him, while the show was happening.

But the she-wolf wasn't.

She was an interesting one alright, Rhaegar probably thought so as well, but where that would lead to was the true question. It would make her family angry and sad, but Valaena was not against removing anything, that put them at risk.

The days continued on. Her father, her Morning Star, her wolf, Ser Barristan, her cousin Robert, and Lord Royce had won, so far.

Right now it was her Kepa against Lord Royce. She had decided to sit next to her uncle for this one. She watched entranced as her father and Lord Royce entered the field. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause for the two. They both waved to the people and went to take their positions. They stood their ground for a moment and stared the other down. Then they charged. And in one strike her father had won. Valaena jumped up in excitement. "Did you see that uncle? Isn't my Kepa so strong?" She asked Oberyn, her voice full of joy.

Oberyn smiled at her as he patted her head, "yes he is. He must be, to look after you."

Valaena pouted at him, "I'm not bad."

"No you are not."

She playfully glared at her uncle before turning back around to face the front. Next up would be her father against, she turned her head to the right, her Wolf. 'Fuck.' She wouldn't-she didn't...who was she supposed to cheer for. 'Ah oh well,' she thought, "Kepa win!" She turned her head back her wolf, "Win Brandon Stark!"

And that was it.

That was all she was going to say for the match. But...it would only get harder for here on out. After these two, there were still her Morning Star and Ser Barristan. Oh, what to do. What a dilemma.

Valaena sat back down took in a deep breath. It would be fine. She would be happy no matter who won though she knew she really wanted her kepa to win. He was her father after all, and with how much he loved and spoiled her, well it would be rude not to wish the best for him in return.

And so the two took their place on their side of the field, taking a moment to ready themselves. Then they were off. Their lances pointed at one another. Their lances missed their marks. They turned their horses back around and charged again. And again. And again. Then a hit.

And down her Wolf went. She cheered with the crowd though. Even if her Wolf had lost, her Kepa still won. She stood up as she saw her Morning Star come to get her. "Bye-bye Uncle."

Oberyn stood up smiling, and bent down to kiss both her cheeks, "I'll see you later little one."

Valaena happily nodded her head and walked through the parting crowd to Arthur. She smiled at him as he turned to let her pass in front of him. She went and stood in front of the stairs, waiting for Aerys to come down.

"My Dragon!" He called out as he slowly descended the wooden stairway. Valaena smiled brightly at him and beckoned him down faster with her hand. The kingsguard all gave her a little nod as they reached her. She smiled back at them and grabbed Aerys' hand, "did you like the match papa?"

He grinned down at her, his yellow teeth thoroughly disgusting her, but there wasn't much she could do about that. Years and years of bad care was bound to do that, at least his weren't blackened yet.

"I enjoyed it quite so," he replied, his breath smelled of wine. Not in an overpowering way, but it was still noticeable. Valaena nodded her head and pulled him over to the railings where her father and her Wolf stood.

She bent below the railing and patted Brandon's head. "You did well my Wolf." She stated as she smiled at him. The young man snorted and shook his head, "sorry I couldn't win, Princess."

"That is fine." Her father interjected, "I will win for her myself."

Valaena giggled, the men in her life really were too much. She held out her arms for her father and jumped into his waiting arms. "Did you enjoy yourself, sweetling?" He asked as he gave her cheek a kiss. She happily nodded her head, "Kepa very strong!"

Rhaegar smiled and thanked her, "let's get back to the castle."

That night was dark but happy. Valaena ended up staying inside the room she shared which her father until it was time for dinner again. She sat on the bed and drew her magic out, her reserve was slowly getting larger, she could feel it, hear it. It buzzed around her, louder and louder as the days passed. It was itching to be used more than the amount she used now.

She wanted to. She so badly wanted to stretch out her magic and let it go wild around her, but this was not the place. Showing so many people with such little magic would only end in disaster. It always did.

But she was always one to take risky chances. So she sat on the bed and directed her magic to the candles around the room. They would be set alight tonight, she would have it no other way.

One wick slowly lit slowly with a blue flame that grew larger into an orange flame. Valaena smiled.

Another wick came to life.

Followed by another and another. Her smile grew larger and larger, slowly but surely, her magic was coming back to life. Though it truly was a hard go, she hadn't had magic in her three past lives.

And then her door opened with a yell of, "my dragon!"

The startle caused her to flinch in fright, which ended up causing the flames burst high, almost to the ceiling.

Aerys stared at his granddaughter and she stared back.

It was quiet for long moments before he ran to her and pulled her into his arms. "I knew it! I knew you were a gift from the gods!"

"Papa shhh," Valaena said as she covered his mouth and used her magic to blow out the flames. There was no use in hiding it. She had already shown him that fire didn't hurt her. But this would have to be kept completely quiet.

"Papa, you can't tell anyone."

"Why not?!"

"Because...because the gods said so. I can only show it after I get stronger. Papa doesn't want to see me hurt right? The Westerosi don't like magic remember?" She asked as she nodded her head.

Aerys nodded his head along with her. He knew she was right, these Westerosi just didn't understand the wonders of magic. He sat down on the bed, pulling her into his lap. "Why didn't you tell me about this?"

Valaena took his hand into hers and gripped it tightly. "The walls have ears papa. I have to get stronger. Papa..." she paused, "do you remember what we talked about the other night."

His chin that rested on her head nodded. Valaena smiled, he was like an overprotective child with her.

"I need you to write our agreement down and sign it papa. I-"

"Yes. You cannot be blamed for me."

Valaena wondered, was it heartless of her to manipulate her loving grandfather like this? It probably was, but they made an agreement, for both their sakes and there was no way she would allow herself to be given the King's Justice for sticking to her vow, especially without a safety net.

She nodded her head and got out of his lap and brought back a piece of paper on a book and a quill in an ink pot. She gave the book and paper to Aerys and sat on his side while holding out the quill for him to take. He lifted it out of the inkpot and tapped off the excess.

"What should I write," he asked her, truly, how was he supposed to word a letter of this sort, he had not an inkling.

With her empty hand, Valaena grabbed onto Aerys free hand. She looked down at the parchment and said, "I, Aerys of House Targaryen, Second of my Name, King of the...and all that which comes after," she paused to allow him time to write, happy that he never questioned why she could talk and understand so well, that he just accepted it as a blessing from the gods. Once he finished, she started again.

"Do hereby decree that no action shall be taken against Valaena of House Targaryen," she paused again, wondering how she should state what would follow.

"If she should take action against I, who has forgone my sanity." She stopped as Aerys' hand stopped moving, and looked up at him, "papa, you're ok. This isn't going to happen." He took in a deep breath and continued to write what she said.

Once he finished he signed the bottom, and she pushed some of her magic through to try to dry it. She took her finger, touched his signature and turned her finger around to check. Seeing no ink she took it from his with a smile, happy that she had a net to catch her if this ever came to pass, but even happier that her magic did what she wanted.

Though the magic Valaena used and the ones her ancestors used where probably different, but there was no point worrying about it, she was probably the only one in the world with magic now, true magic. She wondered if Marvolo would have magic. Sometimes he did, other times he didn't. Oh, the tantrum he would throw, she giggled as she folded the paper and placed it in Rise of Valyria and closed the book. She would seal it with wax once she got back home.

The next morning was the final day of the tilt.

Her father against Ser Barristan.

Valaena was almost bouncing out her seat in excitement that morning during breakfast, but that would be unroyal-like.

It was already the afternoon when she sat with her father on the high floor though it was more like she stood right at the railing and looked down to the field through the gaps in the vertical bars of wood. She cheered with the crowd as her kepa and Ser Barristan made their way to the field atop their horses.

Only when the crowd quieted down did the jousters begin. Valaena gripped the bars until her knuckles lost color.

The first thrust was unsuccessful, and the horses ran until they were turned around.

They rode at each other again. Their lances pointed at one another and they trusted! But both held on.

The wine.

Valaena's head snapped to face her papa. The wine bearer poured the wine into his cup. "Papa me too! I win remember?"

Aerys smiled and beckoned her over. He handed the cup to his taster first, "drink." The man nodded and took a gulp before giving it back to Aerys, they looked at him for a moment and he was fine, so she took a big gulp, she shivered in disgust and dropped the cup on the floor. Immediately she jutted out her bottom lip and tears welled in her eyes. Aerys laughed and patted her head, "go and watch. Clean it up." He said to the wine bearer. The man nodded and cleaned the floor while she ran back to the railings to watch.

This was their fourth run.

Their lances tilted and pointed to the other.

Their destriers charged faster.

The two met, thrust out their lances and down Barristan Selmy went!

Valaena jumped up and down in happiness. She ran to the stairs and quickly went to the stands. She made her way to where the Stark family stood and grabbed onto her Wolf's hand, "look Brandon Stark! My Kepa won!"

He smiled down at her and nodded, "yes he did. It was well won." He said begrudgingly. Valaena just giggled as she let go of his hand. She went to the opening of the stands and walked down the stairs to the field to wait for her kepa.

She watched as Aerys congratulated him and gave him the crown of flowers.

Come to me.

Valaena's hands balled up, her fingernails dug into her palms. 'You say this, but how the fuck am I supposed to get to you!?'

As expected there was no reply. She took in a deep breath and kept the smile on her face. It was a happy occasion, she wouldn't let that asshole of a being interfere. She put on her best smile and jumped up and down, clapping, as he walked to her.

Soon

'Kiss my ass with your "soon soon" shit. What do you want?'

She waited a moment.

'Fine don't talk. Don't bother me with any fate, destiny or prophecy shit.'

Rhaegar took the crown of blue winter roses and walked calmly to where Valaena stood on the tourney grounds, just below the Stark family. He couldn't stop his smile as he watched his beautiful daughter grinning broadly and jumping up and down waving happily at him. He knelt down to be level with her sparkling purple eyes when he finally reached her.

"Congratulations Kepa." She said, her lips still stretched across her face. Rhaegar smiled, leaned forward and placed a kiss upon her forehead before placing the flower crown atop her head.

"Thank you little dragon. I couldn't have done it with your cheers." He replied sincerely, caressing her cheek with his naked hand. He opened his lips to say something else, but a commotion took the moment away from him. He looked to the higher stands where his father was seated and watch as a man coughed violently at the railings, blood spurting out with each cough. He watched as the man took one last cough before falling forwards onto the ground below. Screams bellowed all around as women covered their and their children's eyes and knights and Lords surged forward to take a look at what happened.

His father's food taster, Rhaegar recognized. That man - a shuddering cough and a spray of water upon the side of his face made Rhaegar look back to his Valaena. His eyes widened. Not water. His mind realized as his trembling hands went to her wet, red lips. They locked eyes.

"K-kepa…" she coughed violently again into his arms, blood splattered to the floor.

"MAESTER! BRING ME A MAESTER NOW!" Prince Rhaegar bellowed into the crowd, silencing them, bring their full attention to his most precious child. He watched as all the present kingsguard ran to him, followed by his father, his good brother and the maester. He felt his sweet dragon's fist tighten around his clothing.

"Kepa.."

"No. No, my child, you're fine you're going to be-"

"My prince please let me see her," the maester begged.

Valaena wouldn't let go, not until, "Kepa…" she coughed up more blood, "...sa-save me." And her grip released its hold as her vision went black.

Poison, what a fucking way to go. The cool breeze felt nice though. Valaena's eyes sprang open as her body lurched forward. Her eye drank in the beauty of the palace, for it could be nothing else. It was one of the most beautiful architecture she had ever seen. The stone that looked of marble was a dazzling cream and red, but there was not a single cut to be seen. The pillars looked to gold with jeweled embellishments. The ceiling...she had never before seen such an eye-catching mix of sparkling black and red before. But what caught her attention the most, was not the group of people sitting on thrones in front of her, no, it was the high flying monuments of dragons sat high outside the glassless window.

Valaena took in a deep breath, held it and released it, before looking back to the one before her. Her eyes dutifully looked over each one of them. They were all timeless beauties, but looked haggard and almost weighed down, but even that they made look beautiful. Her eyes finally stopped upon the one with the blackest cloak and hood she'd ever seen, and they widened in surprise before narrowing in anger.

"Hello my child."

"Oh fuck you."