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

6. Steep Consequences of the Heart

Chapter 6: Steep Consequences of the Heart

Valaena ground her teeth in indignation. Of all the ways, "are you serious right now? Of all the ways you could have talked to me, "soon" and "come to me" were the only ways you decided to go with?! What sort of pissant shit is that?"

"Excuse me? Do you not know who you are in the presence of?" Said a voice that sounded more like, ten voices put together.

Valaena ignored it.

"Father," she said, "poison? Really? What's going to happen to my body now that you lot have done this? I refuse to be reborn again, I've put effort into these people and my image already!"

Her father, all clad in black, chuckled, "amusing as always."

"This is not funny."

"No, of course not, but first let me introduce you to the other children." He said gesturing to the group situated behind him. She followed his gaze and looked back to the gorgeous faces, clad in beautiful garments. Most were beautiful, some were rugged and rough and other were indescribable.

"Gods." She said. It wasn't a guess. She had no doubt that these beings were gods, after all, other than her, the only other ones who spoke to her eternal father were the gods of her different lives.

Her eyes roamed over all that gathered. Ethereal males and females, and each one of them had already started to piss her off.

"I swear if you lot poisoned me because of that fucking prophecy, I will kill that child myself!"

"I like her," said a deep voice that made a shiver run up her spine. She looked at the one who spoke, it was hard to describe a being that didn't have the most physical form, nor stayed with one look. She looked at the others beside the voice, "Valyrian?"

The being rolled his eyes, "we gods do not have a race, but yes Valyrian."

"Hm." She replied pursing her lips, as she looked back to the being other's called Death. "What is the meaning of this?"

The being smiled softly as if beckoning her understanding, which immediately made her put up her guard.

"Father."

"It is as you said my child, this is about the prophecy of the promised one."

"Excuse me!? Now I have to kill a child. I remember telling you that I wouldn't- no, go on, finish explaining why you're going back on your word."

"I'm not going back on my word, you, sweet one, you are not the Child of Prophecy."

Valaena's eyes narrowed, "then why have you called me here in such an unwarranted and unneeded way?"

"Because you are in the way."

Her eyes snapped to the left to where the many voices as one came from. "In the way how," the being switched between many, barely there bodies, "the seven who are one, I presume? Or is it six? I don't remember father being part of you."

The being sneered, or at least what looked to be a sneer, but continued on, ignoring what she said. "You were not supposed to be born. You are an anomaly and a mistake that is messing the strings of destiny and fate."

Valaena just continued to stare at the being, there was no need for her to get agitated over these petty insults, she had heard much worse.

"Well, I don't think she is a mistake at all." Spoke the deep-voiced god. "I am Balerion."

"Thank you," she said as she inclined her head in his direction once, "I know who you are, at least now I know the gods I ask to are pleasing to my eyes."

Balerion laughed, "you are a funny one, aren't you?"

Valaena smirked, "I'd like to think so. So tell me, how am I in the way."

It was the Seven that answered, "your birth has disrupted a crucial chain of events that interfere with the coming of the promised child."

"Yes. You've already said that what I need you to do is explain why."

"What do know about the prophecy, my child?"

"That a child will be born from the Targaryen line that will fight against some bad being that brings the darkness, Azor Ahai. That about covers it, no?"

"It does not." Came a voice like a crackling fire.

"I don't want to keep turning, all of you should just get in a group together." She said as she raised her arms and waved her hands in.

"Insolent girl." Said the Seven.

"Keep your opinions to yourself, you split personality bastard." Growled Balerion, "she prays to us, you have no say over her."

Valaena waited patiently, this was what happened when the gods of the same religion were together, putting different ones together was asking for the end of the world. But…

"I knew I have a great affinity for Balerion." she grinned, "too bad I'm not a god, I wouldn't mind making you my second husband."

Balerion grinned back, "I might just accept."

A hand held hers and she looked to her father, "no more playing around little one. Let us get down to business."

Valaena nodded and sat at the chair he had waved into existence like he wasn't Death but Creation. The chairs, or rather thrones because what god would sit on just a chair, were set up in a circle, and all of them faced her. She could take the pressure, didn't know if her temper could take the attitudes though.

"Go on ahead," she said waving her hand, "explain to me why you had me drink poison."

It was Balerion that started talking, "you are not incorrect in your explanation of the prophecy. But you are missing quite a few pieces of information."

"And they are?"

"The child will be born from your family line, but," the Seven spoke, "your birth has made it impossible for that child to be born."

"Oh?"

"Your birth has made your father believe that your valonqar is the prophesied one."

Valaena held her hand up, "I'm pretty sure he already believes that even without knowing the fetus is a male. So he is not your savior, I take it."

A silence descended among the group, and Valaena's eyes narrowed. "Continue with your excuse."

The voice of fire, R'hllor she guessed, began, "your birth doesn't allow for a child to be born. Your life stops your father from going out and following the prophecy."

Valaena's eyes became horizontal slits, and her head snapped to the father, "what have you all done?"

Death caressed her cheek, "forgive me, my child."

"Forgive? Tell me what I should forgive!" She said as her voice reached higher with each word.

"I will show you," said a soft voice right in front of her. Warms hands grabbed her face, and she feels like is falling a great distance. When she opens her eyes, she is awake in her room. She turned her head to the side and smiled at what she saw. Her kepa sat beside her, with his back resting on her headboard. His hand caressed her hair as he read to her.

"Kepa," she said, but he didn't turn to her. She tried again, this time shaking his leg, but still, he didn't turn to her.

She got up off the bed and turned to him, but before she could say a word, shock stilled her. There lying on her bed beside her father was her. Her body laid there unmoving. Her eyes widened, what a fucking joke.

"Valaena Targaryen, what will happen you will not be able to stop. You were needed out of the way for this the happen." The soft voice said beside her ear.

"And this was the only fucking way it could be done?! Are you fucking serious right now? I don't want to see this! I don't need to know!" Valaena yelled back at the goddess, standing behind her, was Death and the other gods.

She took in a deep breath to calm herself, 'it's fine. There is no point in getting angry at them.'

Death reached his hand out and she grabbed a hold of it and held on tight. The days rushed before her eyes. She saw it all, how her kepa barely left her side, promising and vowing that he would protect her. Her grandfather and the Kingsguard promising the same. As Rhaegar bathed her, dressed her, braided her hair and took her to see her bedridden muña .

Then she realized, all the scenes followed her kepa. She saw as her little brother was born, and how they so ridiculously named him Aegon. A pink little baby that was all Valyrian. As the maesters told them that it was unlikely their mother would be able to get up from the bed for a long time, that she would never again give birth.

She watched as the birth of his new son and the withering, coma confined state of his first daughter, made her kepa more and more obsessed with the prophecy. She watched her kepa delicately bathing her, as he sang to her unresponsive body at night. As he kept her limbs moving, moon turn after moon turn, after moon turn. She watched as he replied to a letter from the she-wolf of House Stark. How their literary conversations grew longer and more frequent. She watched as his eyes shined with an emotion she knew very well.

Her kepa had fallen in love with a girl he talked to through letters. Valaena's eyes narrowed, but before she could voice suspicious, she was whisked away to another scene. And this one saddened her.

Her kepa, her Morning Star, Ser Whent had left the Keep by the cover of night. She watched as they rode night and day. But they had split and she followed her father and Ser Whent to somewhere in Dorne, the Tower of Joy they called it. And weeks later, who came but Lyanna Stark carried a stuffed bag, escorted by her Morning Star. Upon meeting once again, her kepa and the she-wolf kissed and later that night embraced...no, there was no need to be polite about it. They fucked.

Her visions rushed back to the Keep, where she saw her Wolf challenge her kepa to get his sister back because he isn't that smart apparently. She watched as the Gold Cloaks surrounded Brandon and his tiny host, as they were all killed and Brandon ragged into the dungeons. As her papa had sent a letter to Lord Stark telling him to come and atone for the sins of his son. As her papa ravaged her mama, growing more and more aggravated.

And he did atone. She watched as Rickard Stark burned in his armor and her beloved Wolf strangle himself to death to get to him. And then she realized. This was the beginning of a rebellion, a war.

Valaena stood in distress as her kepa fought against cousin Robert in open combat on the Trident, unable to stop her outcry of rage as he chest was crushed by Robert's Warhammer.

Her eyes took in the sight of Tywin Lannister lying through his teeth. As his army sacked King's Landing, and his men raped, tortured, and butchered.

As Jaime Lannister struck his sword through her papa's chest.

Tears overflowed from her as she could do nothing but watch as Gregor Clegane, Amory Lorch and their men, took their turns brutalizing her muña . As her little sunshine's Balerion tried to protect her but could do nothing. As her sunshine cried for their kepa as she was dragged from under her bed and stabbed through the stomach half a hundred times. As her little Aegon's head was smashed into the wall until his brain gushed out.

As her little half brother was born in the world, and Eddard Stark take him as his own son.

As her little babies were put on display and covered with Lannister red in front of Robert Baratheon.

As her mama gave birth to a girl she named, Daenerys Stormborn. As her mama died. As little Viserys had to take the newborn and run for their lives.

And then she was back in the palace of the gods. Her head snapped to glare at them, her eyes not hiding the fury and utter hatred. "What did you do?!"

"We did what we must. The promised one needed to be born."

"So you dared to sacrifice my family for it!"

"Watch who you are speaking to child."

Valaena's anger zoned in on the Seven, "excuse me? Who the fuck do you think you are talking to? What? Do you think just because you are a god you are all powerful? Guess again fucker, even gods die."

She sneered, "I told you not to show me. I don't like seeing the future, it is more fun dealing with problems as I live. And you've taken the fun from that."

"Valaena Targaryen."

She slowly turned to look at the Red God, "you have something to say as well?" she asked in a mocking tone.

"We will allow you to go back and save your family. But you must first do something for us."

"Ha?! You cause this and now I have to do something for you to go back to my family? Have you lost your mind?"

"You will be told the history of this world and their fight with the Darkness." He continued as if she had never spoken.

"More? Are you hard of understanding? What part of 'it won't be fun' do you not understand?" she asked. She truly hated lives where visions were a gift, it made things less interesting. But she supposed this was better than a lifetime of visions like...what were they called...greenseers if she remembered correctly. That was a no thank you, visions led people to trouble, she could do that just fine by herself

He continued without answering, "You are to help the Promised One defeat the darkness."

She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows mockingly, "you do know who I am right? Father has told you, no? I too, bring the darkness, why would I help-"

"The child is of your blood."

"And what is your point? I have killed my flesh and blood before. Especially if they put Marvolo's life at risk." She stopped, there truly was no reason not to help though...but not for free.

"Alright. I will help. But on some conditions, and you cannot object to it."

Balerion laughed, "what is it that you want, pretty one?"

"My egg. Hatch my egg. A healthy hatch. A healthy long life. Also my magic. I want more of my magic back. If you don't want to give me all of it, fine. But I want more than what I have access to now and I need it to grow as my hatchling does. Let's also not forget to tell me how you plan to for me to survive the poisoning. Well no, not the poisoning, about me not being able to eat or drink. How long do you think I can survive like that? Not long at all. I promise you."

"You dare to order us around?!"

"Quit your complaining," snapped Balerion, he walked you to her and placed his hands on her cheeks. "You are an interesting one. And quite pretty. Very well, I will grant you your wishes."

Valaena kissed the palm Balerion's hand, "thank you, my lord. But none of you have answered my question, how will they accept that I've survived a poisoning that killed a grown man, and that I've survived without eating."

Her father laughed, "don't worry little one, we have made it so that your body eats and drinks to stay alive but otherwise there is no response from you."

"...what? And how exactly does that work? No one is going to believe that. When has that ever happened...ever?!" She asked, completely exacerbated with the gods in front of her. Just how out of touch were they?

It was one of the Valyrian gods that waved off her concerns. "They will believe that you are blessed and believe it to be of the benevolence of the Seven."

Valaena stared incredulously at them, 'do...do they seriously believe that? They can't really-' "Are you-do you really believe that? That humans are dumb enough to think that way?" But then she held up her hand, "nevermind, don't answer that. I'm sure many will."

She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. When she went back...what would she do? She was powerless...especially in this child body…"send them all away."

She looked to Balerion, "if you really like me. If you really find me interesting, will you answer when I call upon you? I won't ask for a lot, just a companion to speak to, someone to guide me when I'm lost."

'But then would little Daenerys be born? Stop. That's not the important thing right now.'

Balerion chuckled, "and what about your father?"

She held out her hand and grabbed Death's, "my father is always with me, but it is not fair if I always rely on him. He already does so much. They are my father and mother and I am their child. I am the child of death, I can't ask for more than that." She kissed the pale hand, "so I must forge my way, but I have no issue taking help from those that are deemed gods and goddesses."

Balerion bellowed out a laugh, "I see. Then call upon me and I will answer. It's been a long time since a child with magic has called upon me."

"Another thing. Why do all of you keep calling me a child? Do you not know how old I am?"

"You are much younger than we are so what does it matter?" replied the Seven. Valaena, however, just rolled her eyes.

"Balerion I need you to send a message to Aerys...I will not hinder your promised one, but you must tell Aerys to send the children to Dragonstone, send them away with mama. For this while at least, she will have a reprieve from him." She stopped to think if there was anything else..."Ah! Tell him to turn my body every two hours onto a side. I refuse to develop skin sores."

Belarion laughed and agreed.

And so Valaena kept her end of the deal and listened as the gods spoke about a being of death who knew nothing but ice and destruction. And that useful thing about him being a necromancer of thousands and hundreds of thousands over the many millennia.

They told her about how he came to be, all the death that he brought and how he had been pushed back but Azor Ahai. She could sort of understand why Azor Ahai had plunged his sword into his wife's heart. What was one life in the face of the entire world's death, especially when they would die anyways?

But she would rather see the world burn than ever sacrifice Marvolo, so while she understood, she would not be the one to do such a thing.

'But all this knowledge...am I supposed to act like some overpowered know it all that guides the chosen one? Ugh. This is giving me a headache. Can't I ever be in a life like this without all the prophecy and backstabbing? Is that too much to ask?'

"Come now, child. If that were the case, you would complain to me that there was nothing entertaining going on and would start your entertainment yourself."

She let out a sheepish laugh, "well you're not wrong about that."

"So what you want me to do with this all this knowledge is to help this world of yours survive the coming war."

"Yes."

She took it all in stride, she had willpower above all else after all. "When will you send me back? It's only been a few months right?"

Her father bent down to her eye level, he kissed her forehead and grinned like a satisfied predator, "almost a year and a half actually. Be safe," he said softly, before pushing her back. Her eyes widened and her consciousness faded.

"...challenge me!"

"Your Grace!..."

"...wait…."

'Ugh...it's so loud.' Valaena thought, 'why won't they let me sleep?' Her mind slowly woke, 'sleep? Why am I asleep?' Her body jostled around, and them arms tightened around her. "I'm sorry my dragon. I didn't mean to move you so much."

'Dragon?' She thought as a hand caressed the hair atop her head. 'Only Aerys calls me that.'

Her mind woke further, but she still couldn't see anything.

"Fire! And more fire!"

'Fire? Why did he need more fire? Papa, what are you doing?' She asked, but received no reply.

'Papa?' She asked again and waited. But still no reply. She felt the tears well up inside her eyes. Had her father lied about sending her back? But...he had never lied to her before.

"This is what you Starks deserve for question your betters! Just who do you think you are to come and challenge my son Brandon Stark!" Aerys spat with utter vitriol in his tone.

'Starks? Her wolf? What was hap-fire!'

Her mind sprang to full consciousness.

This couldn't be when her wolf died, could it?! There was no way she was so almost a year into her coma, was there?

But why was it still so dark?! Why couldn't she move her body?!

Open your eyes, pretty Valaena

'Balerion?'

On that clear sunny day, there was a roar of thunder from the skies.

The muscles of Valaena's face did a funny dance as she tried to open her eyes. Her eyelids twitched and her eyebrows scrunched together. Slowly, so slowly, her eyelids cooperated. They opened little bit by little bit, before the shut again. The sun was just too bright.

But she couldn't stop now. Her Wolf needed her. So she opened them again but kept them squinted until they got used to the light. But still, the rest of her body wouldn't move. Her mouth wouldn't, her head wouldn't, her arms wouldn't.

"AAAHHH!" Rickard Stark's screams got louder.

But still, her body wouldn't move.

If her body wouldn't, she would make her magic. She took in a breath, concentrated, and felt her magic stirring in the pit of her stomach. It was groggy just like her, and it was mad about not having been used, but it also felt so much more...alive. So much more bountiful.

I keep my word Valaena

She spread her magic through every vessel of her body. Every cell of blood, every vein, every artery, every muscle.

STOP! UUGH! Pl-UGH-STOP!

Valaena's body tensed, it's now or never! She concentrated on the wine cup standing on the armrest.

Move.

Stop.

Move!

Stop!

MOVE!

STOP!

The wine glass flew to the floor and nobody moved.

"Stop!" The raspy voice called out once again. Heads turned to find the voice that had spoken out.

"Re...lease," the voice rasped out, "my w-wolf."

Eyes all around widened, and their heads turned to the throne.

Princess Valaena Targaryen stared back at them. She opened her mouth and spoke again, "Release my wolf. Now!"

"My dragon!" Aerys exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around her, "I knew you would come back to me."

Valaena ignored him, and stayed facing the knights and pyromancers, "Release them."

"Release them! Your princess has ordered you!" Aerys yelled to the peasants below. The knights clamored to release her strangling wolf, while the pyromancers rushed to put out the fire below Rickard.

"Bring me down," she said still watching the men below. Aerys carried her withered body slowly down the iron steps. He walked forward until she stopped in front to Brandon and his father, "put me down."

Reluctantly, Areys did as she said. But the moment her feet touched the ground, her legs gave way. Though Aerys was able to catch her before she fell, the damage was done. Everyone had seen her frail state.

'Fucking hell. This shit is going to be a pain.'

The magic running through her body told her that while she was talking with the gods, her body had atrophied, and though her magic did as much as it could to stop it, over a year of being bedridden was just too much. Thankfully, it was working to moisten her dry throat.

After she was helped back onto her feet, she reached out for Brandon and wrapped her stick-thin arms softly around his neck.

"I'm sorry," she whispered into his ear. "This wasn't supposed to happen."

She pulled her head back and spoke to the people in the room. "Maesters, take Lord Stark to a room and heal him to the best of your ability. To the rest of you standing here, not a word of what has happened should exit from your lips. It's to the dungeon if you do." She threatened completely forgoing any and all thought of childish vocabulary.

No one spoke a word or moved a muscle as they stood in fear of the child who held the Mad King in her palm. What could they do but keep quiet and keep their life?

"Take me to my room, Brandon Stark." She held on a little tighter as the strong man easily lifted her and himself off the floor. The Kingsguard stood at attention and followed the three to her room. No one spoke the entire journey, they had no idea what to say. As much as they had wished it, they never believe that their little princess would ever open her eyes again. But here they were, and there she was, being carried in the arms of Brandon Stark. By the time she sat atop her bed, their questions poured out.

"How are you awake little one?" Questioned Lewyn.

"Are you ok princess?!" Asked Ser Gerold.

"Let me go get you some water." Said Ser Darry.

Valaena sat quietly and kept her hand in Brandon's grasp. Her eyes roamed over all the the men before she started to ask questions of her own. Sure she knew what happened, but on the off chance something changed, it would be better to know and prepare.

"Kepa. Where is kepa? Did he really run away with the she-wolf?"

Silence provided the answer for her. Not that she expected anything less, Her Wolf and his father wouldn't be in this situation if it did.

"Princess," Lewyn spoke again, "how do you know?"

"I...I heard the letters kepa used to read. He...kepa thinks she will help him fulfill the prophecy. And that Aegon is the Prince who was Promised." Not a lie, but it wasn't like she could tell them that gods had shown her the future...or the present?

"Aegon? You heard about Aegon too, my dragon?"

Valaena nodded without facing Aerys. She couldn't look at him, tears would start to flow if she did.

"Where are my rus?"

"I sent them with your mama and Viserys to Dragonstone. Just like you told me too."

'Me?'

"Remember little one? The gods came to me in my dreams and told me you wanted them sent away."

"Hm." She replied, 'why would you include me?' There was no need to refute him though, no one would believe him.

Ser Darry came back with water and she gingerly drank from the cup that was placed upon her lips. But a few sips were already enough for her before she turned back to the men in her room, "I'm tired," she rasped out as her eyelids began their descent down, "you can go. I'll talk later."

Brandon Stark barely lifted himself off the bed before she squeezed his hand, "my Wolf stays."

The men shared a glance, mostly between the Kingsguard and Brandon. Aerys just stared at her until she finally turned to him, "Papa go. I'll see you when I wake up." She gently pushed him with all her strength, though even that wasn't enough to make the frail man move. But he got up anyway, whatever she wanted, he would give.

As soon as they closed the door behind them, she leaned into Brandon and wrapped her arms around him, "please forgive me for not protecting you." She murmured, her voice filled with guilt.

The man who had just escaped death froze as her arms tightened around him, but he could barely feel it with how weak she became. It was her words that kept him in place, what was he supposed to say to that? He had never expected this little girl to come and save him. No one had ever expected her to wake up.

But her she was whispering into his stomach about feeling guilty for the crimes of her father.

"It is not your fault princess if anything I owe you my life," he whispered back as he stroked her hair.

But silence greeted him.

"Princess? Princess Valaena?" He shook her shoulder, but still, there was no response. He almost called for the guards before he caught sight of the up and down rhythm of her back. He smiled and ran his fingers through her hair. Even while touching her, he couldn't believe she had awoken.

The moment she had collapsed had struck deep with him. Not only were his family and he looked upon with suspicion, the fact that he could do nothing but watch as the little princess he had grown attached to over the week coughed up blood, was more terrifying than anything else.

So he stayed in bed with her for a while longer before leaving the room. The moment he stepped out, he was bombarded with questions from Aerys and the Kingsguard.

"What did she want to talk to you about?" Aerys demanded.

Brandon hesitated a moment before he spoke, "the princess apologized to me. She...she said she was sorry that she couldn't protect me." He said softly, hoping that Aerys wouldn't make a commotion about it. Not that it helped at all.

"Protect you?! Why would my dragon want to protect you? Who are you to her that she would do such a thing? You've only known each other…." Aerys trailed off. This wasn't the time for this. He brushed passed Brandon, intent on entering the room.

"The princess fell asleep," Brandon called out, though it did nothing to halt Aerys' steps. The king opened the doors and walked in anyway. He hurried over to the bed and sat beside Valaena, as the others followed him. They watched the rise and fall of her body, all unsure of how to proceed from here. "She," Brandon began, "she asked to be put next to her mother."

She hadn't.

But now that he knew she could hear them...wasn't it best to put her next to some who loved her unconditionally? Someone who would talk to her until she came back to them again. It would probably help Elia too if the rumors he heard were true. It was said that when the princess of Dorne had seen her eldest child she had a breakdown of the mind. And then adding to the pain was her having to go through another birth, which left her permanently bedridden, and then to find out that her husband had kidnapped a little girl. It was too much for her, that she had completely lost her mind. If she wasn't silent and in a daze for days on end, she was spouting nonsense of her Valaena was the promised savior and that Rhaegar had to come back right away.

Not that he did.

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It was three days later when Valaena opened her eyes, to unfamiliar bed curtains.

No.

Not unfamiliar.

She turned her head to the right, her eyes widening at the sight of her mother. Then hands were pressing against her thin neck.

Valaena gasped in shock, her own hands rushing up to pull at the skinny wrist of her mother.

"Why! Why did you get poisoned! It's because of you all this happened! Why!" Elia screamed as tears flowed down her face. Dark spots appeared in Valaena's vision, and she pushed her magic forward, trying to break something to make noise.

The glass pitcher of water fell from the table and shattered on the floor. Within in moments, the heavy door flung open and a Kingsguard ran in poised to fight with sword erected in the air. But that was quickly flung aside as he saw Valaena's outstretched hand.

He ran to the bed and pried Elia off her and picked Valaena off the bed and brought her into his embrace.

"Your Grace, are you alright?!" The knight exclaimed as he ran out the door, "maester! Bring a maester to Princess Valaena's room!" He yelled to a servant. Valaena's body rocked, but her eyes stayed firmly in place, staring at the pretty golden spun hair of the youngest Kingsguard.

"You! Bring that water!" He called to a passing servant. Valaena was quickly brought to her room and placed on her bed, where she was propped up and a cup of water was placed upon her lips.

"Please drink princess," Jamie said, tilting the cup to allow water the flow.

She drank greedily from the cup, uncaring of the water that fell from her lips. By the time she finished the cup, a crowd had appeared inside her room, and Jamie was pushed aside by her grandfather.

"What happened?!" He demanded from the youngest Kingsguard.

Jamie for all that he was taught, truly had no idea how to respond. No matter how he worded it…

"Princess Elia…" he looked at Valaena, then at Lewyn, "I heard something break inside the room, so I rushed in and I found...I found Princess Elia with her hands around Princess Valaena's neck…" He trailed off, not wanting to continue, as he noticed the rage that filled Aerys' face.

Aerys' body visibly shook, the sheer audacity of that woman to dare harm his dragon!

"SEIZE HER!" He bellowed, "PUT HER IN CHAINS AND BRING HER DOWN TO THE DUNGEON!"

"No Papa!" Valaena rasped out, "you can't hurt muña!"

Aerys turned around to her and pulled her into his arms, "she hurt you! Why should she be allowed to live?!"

Valaena sighed, "muña didn't mean to hurt me. Muña doesn't know what she is doing."

"That doesn't matter!"

"Papa please."

Aerys stroked her hair in frustration, "...only because you asked."

She smiled at him, before looking over to Jamie. "Thank you, Ser Jamie."

He shook his head, "not at all princess, it is my duty to protect you. I'm just sorry didn't enter earlier."

The smile stayed on her face as she turned to look at all the Kingsguard that remained with them, as Pycelle checked her throat. She allowed him to massage her neck for a few more moments before pushing off his hand.

"I'm fine now Grand Maester, you may go."

The old man looked reluctant but left upon seeing the look in Aerys' eyes, "please excuse me, Your Grace, I will go see Princess Elia." The two nodded and paid no mind as he walked away.

"Call the High Septon," Aerys demanded of a servant.

"I've decided what must be done," he caressed her head and moved his hand down her braid, "no one will be able to hurt you."

Valaena's eyes narrowed, trying to decipher what he was getting at. No one could never be hurt again, no matter how powerful.

Valaena breathed deeply, "I need you to bring them here." She said to the knights. "Bring all the ones mixed up in this mess here." She looked to the Lord Commander. "Ser Gerold Hightower, I need you to go to Dorne and bring Kepa and the She-wolf, but go and get Uncle Doran and Uncle Oberyn first and bring them together. Ser Barristan, you are to go and bring Cousin Robert, Jon Arryn, and Eddard Stark. Ser Jamie you are to go and bring your father, and Mace Tyrell. Ser Jonothor, go and bring Hoster Tully and his daughters, though they should be with cousin Robert if they believe Brandon is dead. So go with Ser Barristan, but stop by Riverrun in case. You will bring them. If they refuse...tell them that they will be forfeiting all their titles and everything that comes along with it." She didn't bother to hide her intelligence this time. This needed to be done, and time was of the essence, she wouldn't beat around the bush.

"Princess please, rethink this," exclaimed Ser Gerold Hightower, "if we were all to leave that would just leave Ser Lewyn here. It is unforgivable for-"

"I can't trust anyone else with this. You all are the bravest of the brave, and strongest of the strong, I can have no others do this. Besides, I have my wolf here to protect me as well."

They said nothing but looked imploringly to their king, but he had no words of rebuttal. Each went to their knee and accepted her command.

"Thank you," she said signaling for them to rise. "You should leave within the week, but I would appreciate it if you took about two months to reach and come back. That way all of you should come back around the same time. If you get here before...have them wait outside." She paused to take in her fill of water, "They come in together or not at all. Make sure they don't start fighting."

Just as she had finished, the High Septon ended up coming to her room quite quickly, though no one asked why.

"Close the door and make sure no one is standing outside." Snapped Aerys. The High Septon chunky man, not big enough to be called fat, but definitely not undernourished.

"You called for me your Grace?"

Aerys made a noise of affirmation and motioned for High Septon to pick up the paper and quill the table. As the man sat, Aerys started to speak, "I, Aerys of House Targaryen, second of my name, do here speak and sign my will and testament."

Valaena turned to look at him, her eyes narrowed in worry, her gut screamed that something big was about to happen, something that would push the world into disarray.

"Upon my death," he continued, as the people in the room waited without breath, "Valaena of House Targaryen, daughter of Rhaegar, granddaughter of Aerys, will be crowned Queen of Westeros."

Valaena tensed, this wasn't...why did he always do something that threw her into shock.

"Papa no. You can't do that. Kepa-"

"Look at what your father has done. He decided to run away with that girl, now we could be looking at a war. Why should I allow someone like that to be the next King?"

No one had anything to say to that, what he said was true. If Rhaegar had just stayed, none of this would be happening. Valaena knew better though, in the end, he would still have been pushed into this path. What the gods wanted, they got.

"No. Papa no, I can't do this with you right now. Everyone leave." Valaena turned to the knights, "My knights, I need you to be on your way on the morrow, noon at the latest. Go, papa," she pushed at Aerys' chest until he got up from the bed. He quietly walked to the door after the others had left, but stopped before he closed the door behind him.

"I will not change my mind, my dragon. You will be queen." He shut the door.

Valaena stared at the door, her teeth gritting. She took a deep breath, how did he think this would go down? Did he believe that the lords would readily accept a five-year-old child, a girl, the granddaughter, over the beloved crown prince, the man, the son? It wouldn't happen.

No matter the scandal that was happening, they would never allow her the throne over her father. And truthfully, she didn't want it. Being the ruler meant being restricted, judged and blamed for any little thing that went wrong. It meant having to watch your back against everyone, even your family. It was a lonely, unforgiving, uncomfortable, role. But she wasn't completely adverse to it, just not at this moment though.

Valaena laid back and closed her eyes, what was she supposed to do now that things had come to this? By Death she had no clue...'well no that's not true,' she thought as she summoned up her magic.

It gathered up, coiled together like thread. At once she could tell Balerion had blessed her with more magic, and her egg hadn't even hatched. It was a tight fit in her small body. But she pulled as much as she could get it, and when it felt like her body would explode from the pressure, Valaena released it all in one go. Delighting in the feeling of it warming her body, willing it to travel far and deep. She felt her magic zip through the castle like a hot knife through butter. It traveled fast through layers of clay and brick, deep through long passageways, through dungeon cells and deeper still.

And then it stopped. Her magic and she trembled in excitement. There, laid upon burning coal, was her beautiful egg, wrapped in fire, glowing, and yearning. Yearning for the magic she couldn't give for over a year.

Valaena happily gave her magic over to the egg, and then pushed in more. It would be ready soon.

Then she pulled back, and her eyes opened. It was dark, pitch black actually, but there was snoring beside her and an arm laid across her stomach. She slowly lifted her hand and ran it up the intruding arm. It went over the should and to the face. Then up and ear and across a forehead, before traveling down. She drew a picture with the features her fingers danced upon. As it traveled down a bread, she smiled.

"Papa." She said softly, shaking the arm.

"Princess." A different voice answered instead. Her head faced the side, "Uncle Lewyn, why are you in my room?" She asked to dark space. "Could you open the curtains?"

"Of course."

She heard footsteps walk away, some fumbling at her side and then rustling as the curtains were pulled across, the moonlight a welcome addition.

She looked at the candles on her table and watched with happiness as the wicks immediately caught fire. Lewyn ducked in a sharp breath and quickened his pace back to her.

"Princess what...what was that? Was that magic? Princess can you-are you magic?"

Valaena took a moment to answer, in a way, she was magic but that wasn't something she knew how to explain to a world that hadn't seen magic in centuries. "I have magic within me, Uncle, and I can use it. But you can't tell anyone. Promise?"

"I-but-how...I promise." He replied as he got down on one knee.

Valaena smiled and pat the space beside her, "sit with me."

Reluctantly, he came to sit by her side, "you know that if your grandfather wakes up he will throw a fit saying if I'm sitting here with you, I'm not properly doing my duty."

She smiled and giggled, "uncle, will you protect and obey me?"

"Princess?"

"Tell me, will you? No matter what I might do. Will you protect me, believe me, and obey me when I say it's to protect our family?" She asked staring into his dark eyes with the moonlight.

He stared back, unsure of what to think. It was his duty to protect the royal family, but he couldn't protect them from each other and all of the Kingsguard hated that. Now his great niece was asking him to protect him to protect no matter what she does.

"I will. Upon my life do I swear that I will protect you from everyone and anyone." What else could he do? Not only was this little girl in front of him his princess, but she was also of his blood, the blood of the queen Nymeria. "Princess, please...I must know."

"Hm?"

"Since when could you use magic? Where did it…come from?"

Valaena smiled, would this easy answer appease his curiosity or would it only bring danger unto her?

"I have been able to do magic for as long as I can remember, I've always felt it inside me. As for where it came from, well the Targaryens are Valyrian and the line of Martell has the blood of Rhoyne. Both were known to use magic."

Lewyn nodded in slow understanding. It made sense. And now he had even more of a reason to protect the beautiful princess in front of him.

He watched as she stared at her grandfather, not at all sure as to why she was watching him so intently.

"Papa," she began startling him out of his thoughts, "Papa has done a lot of bad things."

He couldn't disagree.

"A kingdom can't survive with such a ruler."

He could say nothing.

"Uncle Lewyn please stand outside the door." It wasn't a request.

The knight stood and walked out the door. He couldn't say he would obey and then not.

She watched as he closed the door behind him, before turning back to look at Aerys. It was a hard decision, but it was something she had to do.

Valaena shook his shoulder and woke him up. Her knees came to touch her chest as she watched his eyes blink open. His purple eyes stared at her as his mind cleared and a smiled rose to his lips. "Good morning, my dragon. Shall we-" he took in the darkness of the room, the light from the flames of the candles. Aerys sat up quickly, "what's wrong?! Are you ok?!"

She closed her eyes and slowly nodded her head, "papa. It's time." She told him solemnly. There was no need to beat around the bush, it was already hard, talking would just prolong the pain.

"I-I don't-do we have to?"

She turned her head opened her eyes to look at the moon shining outside her window. It always amazing how things so far away could produce light that shined for thousands and thousands of miles. True, the moon's light was from the sun but eh, technicalities. She breathed in deeply. The faster this was done the faster she could to her next duty.

"Yes."

He remained silent.

This wasn't supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to lose control again. He was supposed to watch and help his beautiful Valaena grow into a powerful woman who ruled the world.

Aerys pulled her into his arms.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." He trembled, this wasn't it.

Valaena turned in his arms and grasped his face. "It matters not. Whether you meant to do it or not. The facts are that you did. You broke your promise to me. But I must keep my promise to you."

Aerys held her tighter and brought them to lay down on the bed with her atop him. She laid upon his chest listening to his heart, that she never hear again.

She felt the expansion of his chest when he took a breath, that she'd never feel again.

"Will it hurt?"

"Yes." Valaena shook her head in denial, "You must take some of what you have given."

"I see." He rubbed his hand up and down her back. It served to comfort him more than it did her.

They laid like that into the night, she stared out her window to the moon and he stared at the canopy above her head. His thoughts flooded his entire being, and regret was the most prominent emotion.

Regret that he couldn't do more for his Dragon.

Regret at what he had done to his wife.

Regret at what he had done to his eldest child.

Regret at what he had put his entire family through.

"I'm ready." Aerys pet the top of her head, "tell them I'm sorry for not being the father I should have been."

With this, he could make it right. With this, Valaena would rule and the kingdom would be at peace.

Valaena slowly nodded her head on his chest, before lifting herself up to sit upon his chest. Her weight causing no discomfort to him. She placed her hands on his face and ran them up and down. Committing the contours of his face to her memory.

She looked into his eyes, "I love you, papa." He smiled, then closed his eyes, ready for what was to come.

Valaena took in a deep breath and released her magic. Aerys' legs closed tightly together as his arms stuck to his sides, and his mouth closed shut. She took the pillow from the bed and brought it over his face, "goodbye papa."

She brought the pillow down on his face and held it down. She pushed down harder as he began to struggle, but her magic wasn't weak, and he hadn't been strong for many years. She blinked back tears as his head that put up the most fight slowed and slowed until it came to a complete stop.

It was over, her magic told her as it released its hold on him. She held back the tears that formed. They weren't so much over the sadness of her having to kill Aerys, but more to do with the fact that she had to kill at this age. The age where most children were kept safe and protected.

She removed the pillow to see the open eyes of her dead grandfather staring up at nothing. She grit her teeth, but the tears still fell, and others took their place. She reached her hand forward and gently closed his eyes.

She didn't have to use the pillow, but to use her magic to end the life of one of her blood...it hadn't and wouldn't ever sit well with her. She didn't think of them as fodder that she couldn't waste time on. Valaena leaned forward and placed a kiss on his forehead.

"Thank you, papa."

She rolled off his body and covered him with her quilt. She laid down and closed her eyes in order to calm her nerves. She had no choice. This was the only way. She would not be called a promise-breaker as well as a murderer. No matter how anyone felt, there were some principles she refused to throw away.

Valaena opened her eyes and patted dry her face. A wet face called for unwanted questions, and right now, questions were the last thing she wanted.

"Uncle!" She called out to Lewyn, knowing he would be standing guard outside the door. The door opened again just as she brought her feet to the floor. She blew out the candle as he came to stand by the bed.

"What can I do for you princess?"

"Please take me to muña."

"But...Your Grace, the King told us not to bring you to her. She...she is too dangerous right now. Besides your mother is probably already asleep. Why go now?"

"Exactly. Someone who is asleep will pose no threat to me. Please, uncle?"

Lewyn looked into her eyes, searching for something. It was a long minute before he nodded his head and moved to pick her up.

The walk to her parent's room was a quiet one.

"Princess, what are you going to do?" Lewyn had to ask. He had to know why she wanted to go into her Elia's room so late into the night. But Valaena didn't reply, even as they entered the room. He placed her on the bed beside her sleeping mother. He watched as she trailed her hand over Elia's peaceful face.

"You can go back to protecting papa, Uncle. The knights roaming outside are enough protection."

"But princess-you are to be the next ruler…" He whispered, not wanting anyone that could be lurking to hear.

"No. Uncle, you cannot say that. All that parchment will do is cause another war." Valaena said firmly.

"That is the King's will."

"Then I am commanding you to never speak of this outside of those who know."

Lewyn stared at her, or what he thought was her shape through the darkness. It still unnerved him just how articulate the little beauty in front is. A child her age should not have such a level of knowledge or a way to form her thoughts into words the way she did after she woke. She was hiding a secret. But he wouldn't question her now, maybe even ever. She would be his queen, and he would wait until she felt it was the right time to tell him.

Valaena had watched Lewyn as he reminded in thought. What he was thinking, she didn't have a clue, people tend to follow a predictable thought process. But an individual's thoughts were anyone's guess.

A moment later Lewyn's eyes cleared. He nodded his head, bowed and walked to the door.

"I trust you, my little niece. Have a good night." He said before departing back to Aerys' door.

Valaena released a quiet sigh as she turned back to her sleeping mother. She lit the candles on the table and smiled as it illuminated Elia's face. Her mother wasn't a traditional beauty, she was a bit above average really, but everything about her only added to her beauty. Her kindness, her happiness, her smiles, her love, her stories, her soft chime like voice, even her frailty. But none of that was anywhere to be found. Her face was even more sunken in, her voice cracked, almost distorted in tone. Her eyes showed a lurking madness, hiding the kindness and happiness from before.

'Look at what you have done Rhaegar.'

"Muña," she said, shaking Elia's shoulder, "wake up."

Elia's eyes snapped open and she took in the figure of eldest daughter. Tears formed and dropped to the pillow. She sprang forward and pulled Valaena into her arms.

"I'm so sorry Valaena! I'm-I'm so sorry. I didn't-I don't know why I...save me." She trailed off into a whisper.

"What are you saying Muña?" Valaena demanded, as her arms wrapped around Elia's waist.

The tired and crying mother stroked silver hair. Her tears fell onto the crown of Valaena's head as she apologized over and over again. As she asked Valaena to save her over and over again. Valaena sat quietly in Elia's arms and waited for her stop crying. It took longer than she had anticipated, the fire of candles were flicking and the wax was almost gone.

"Muña . What do you want from me?" Valaena asked softly.

"Free me." Her mother replied, grasping tightly onto Valaena's upper arms. Valaena winced in pain but she kept her eyes on Elia.

It would be a lie to say she didn't know what her mother wanted.

It would be a lie to say that she didn't think about it before.

It would be a lie to say that there would be more cons than pros.

It would be a lie to say she wanted this, that there was no other way.

"No, Muña. You have to say it." She said sternly.

Elia's lips trembled, but her body stayed still with conviction. "I can't-I don't want-kill me. Please."

Valaena bit her lower lip, she knew it but...would it be worth it? She knew it would. It would solve a lot of problems and make certain situations easier to handle.

"Why would you ask me this Muña? Why me?"

Elia stroked her hair, "because you are the only one who will. I know you are not what you seem. I know that you hide who you truly are and what you truly think." Her hands inches up Valaena's arms and across her shoulders before resting on her neck. She squeezed pushed Valaena down onto the bed. Her tears fell against her daughter's cheeks. "P-please. I-I don't know what to do anymore." She stuttered, as her hands pushed harder into Valaena's throat.

Valaena stared into the slowly maddening in eyes of her mother until she could take it no more. Her magic pulled Elia off of her and slammed her on her back on the bed. She took in deep breaths so her magic kept Elia pinned to the bed. Tears flowed down the sides of her face and pooled in the cartilage of her ears. 'Really. This was too much.' She wiped the tear stains away with the heel of her hands. 'What other child has had to kill her grandfather and is asked by her mother for death…death useless the whole lot of these adults!' Valaena sat up and look to her left where Elia stayed pinned.

She got up and straddled Elia's torso. Her tears fell uninhibited down her face. She looked out to the moon, her jaw trembling in sadness. It was never easy. Having to kill people you love. And by death she couldn't even remember the last person whom she...killed. The pain always tore through her soul and left her a wreck. But this time it would be even worse. She had never killed her mother before. To have to kill this kind, generous and witty mother…

Valaena looked back at Elia's mad stricken eyes. It would be worth it, she knew. She would feel the pain, the anger, the sadness, but she would hide it all behind a mask. And she would protect the ones she loved, no matter the costs. So it was decided. She inched forward until her knee were on either side of Elia's waist. She leaned down and pressed kisses on Elia's nose, her cheeks, her forehead and on her left breast. She placed her forehead against her mother's, and allowed the free-falling tears to drop onto and down Elia's cheeks.

"Muña," she closed her eyes and started to whispered. "I-I love you. I love you so much. I'm so so so sorry that I c-couldn't protect you. That I couldn't stop this from ha-happening to you. But I promise you, I will protect Rhaenys and Aegon. They will grow up happy and healthy and they will have kids of their own and they will always know how much you loved them. How happy you were thinking about them...Muña." Valaena opened her eyes and stared into the dark eyes of her mother. "In this life, I will call no one else but you mother. No one. Especially not the she-wolf."

She leaned back upright and brought her hand forward. "I love you, Muña ." Her right hand came up and covered Elia's mouth, while her left covered her nose. Tears fell faster and faster, vision blurred, but their eyes stayed locked in each other's gaze.

It didn't take long for Elia's eye to gloss over in lifelessness. Yet, Valaena stayed atop her unmoved. She didn't know how long she stayed like that, nor when she released her magic's hold on Elia. But it was a long time before she moved to lay beside Elia's body. She closed Elia's eye and draped the arm over her tiny waist. She closed her eyes and allowed to tears to forever fall until exhaustion caught up to her and she fell back to sleep.

The next morning she was awoken by banging on the door and a yell of her name.

"Princess Valaena! Princess Elia!" Ser Lewyn Martell ran into the room and looked at her in shock and sadness.

"What's wrong Uncle Lewyn?" She asked feigning ignorance as her mind caught up to her.

"I'm sorry Your Grace," he said, going down on one knee, "King Aerys...he has...passed during the night Princ-My Queen." He corrected himself. This was what his King had wanted, so he would follow his will.

Silence followed his statement, but he didn't expect much. The death of a family member was always hard to process. But her first words did make him pause.

"Who knows?"

"Your Grace?"

"Be very specific with me, great uncle, how many people know?"

"I...only me, Your Grace. Now you as well my Queen. I've ordered guards to stay outside the door and wait for my instructions."

"I see. Good. We have to keep this on a need to know. If the other Lords find out…"

"It would be a war." Lewyn finished. She was right he knew. The death of a king always caused a fluctuation in noble standing, especially with this particular royal family. If Robert Baratheon were to find out that Aerys had died...he would not hesitate to strike.

"Uncle...rise and bring Brandon Stark to me."

"Your Grace?"

"I need him here.

Lewyn nodded and stood bowed to Valaena, "it shall be done, Your Grace. Please wake up Princess-the Queen Mother."

Valaena turned in her bed and shook Elia's body, knowing there would be no response.

"Muña, get up. Something bad has happened!"

She shook the cold body harder.

"Muña? Muña?! Muña! WAKE UP! Uncle! Muña's so cold! She's not waking up!" She shouted. Lewyn ran to the other side of the bed and pulled Elia up into his arms.

"Elia!" He yelled slapping her face, "wake up! Elia!" He put his finger under her nose but felt no breath. Her chest didn't rise. Her body was cold and stiff. "Elia…" Lewyn glanced over to the tear-stricken Valaena, "...your Grace...your mother is…"

"She's gone, isn't she?" Her bottom lip trembled as she held back tears once again. Valaena knew Elia had been gone for hours, but the pain was still there, and she doubted it would go away anytime soon.

"I am sorry, Your Grace."

Valaena shook her head. "No. It's better this way." She said wiping off her tears.

"This way she isn't sad anymore."

Lewyn conceded and lowered his head, as he placed Elia back down on the bed.

"I'll get the Grand Maester and-"

"No." Valaena interrupted, "I don't trust him. He is very squirmy."

She looked back to her mother, "go and bring Brandon Stark. No one else will know but the three of us."

"Your Grace, what do you plan to do?"

"Bring him first." She answered instead, he needed to come first before they could really do anything. Lewyn quickly left and Valaena sat beside Elia's body.

It took a moment before Lewyn returned with Brandon Stark. It was completely rushed, and from the look on Brandon's face, he didn't like the early wake up call.

"Princess Valaena? Do you have a reason for calling me so early? But first take this, as a small token of my thanks." He handed her a newly carved cane.

Lewyn slapped the back of his head. "Show proper respect Brandon Stark. The Queen of the Seven Kingdoms is in front of you."

Brandon's head snapped between the two of them. "What do you mean?" He said as his eyes narrowed.

"Thank you, it's beautiful." Valaena held out her hand to him. Gingerly he reached for her hand and allowed her to pull him in.

She looked down at the hand she held and caressed her thumb over his knuckles. A sorrowful smile drifted to her face as she looked up at him.

"Hello my wolf." She blinked through the tears, "Aerys Targaryen is dead." Her lips trembled and she looked over to Elia, his gaze followed her's. "Elia Martell is dead."

She said it out loud. It was like saying it had broken the trance she was in. Her body trembled as sobs sprang forth from her lips.

Warmth engulfed her as Brandon sat down beside her pulled her into his arms. "They-they're gone Brandon! My Muña and Papa are gone!" Her heartbroken everything pulled at him. "They're gone and it's all my fault. It's my fault!"

Brandon rubbed circles across her back., and held her tighter as she pushed into his chest.

"Why do you say that?"

Valaena sniffled, "pa-papa I made an oath with him t-that if he went crazy again, that h-he wo-would have to leave! And I told Mu-Muña that she could leave too! It's all my fault!"

"No! No, it's not. There was no way you would know this would happen. It is not your fault little princess."

"Queen." Lewyn interjected.

"What?"

"She is our queen now. King Aerys wrote in his will that upon his death her Grace shall become the Queen."

Brandon's head snapped back to Valaena, his eyes wide with disbelief. This little girl. This little girl, crying in his arms, is the new ruler of Westeros.

"I see." In the end, he could, Aerys loved her that much to do such a thing.

"What is it that you want to do now, Your Grace?" Lewyn asked once Valaena stopped crying. She looked at the two men and then back to her mother.

"We burn them. Papa is a child of Valyria, his body will be burned like the once before him. And Muña...Muña is a Targaryen, her body will leave this world like every other Targaryen. It must be done tonight. No one can know until Kepa and Mama are back."

The two stared at their new Queen, in shock of what she had said. Truly, this little girl was one of a kind. The two relented with a nod of their heads. Even if they didn't want to, they had no other choice. She was the Queen, and even if she wasn't, she was the only royal left in the Red Keep, and they were her subjects, still. The two looked at each other and nodded since they had agreed, it was best to come up with a plan on how to get the bodies out.

"Your Grace, where are we supposed to bring the-the bodies?" Lewyn asked.

Valaena thought for a moment. They needed a secluded place, but somewhere that was close enough to get to quickly…

"The Dragonpit. Bring them there. It the perfect place for the ritual."

"Ritual? What ritual?" Brandon asked more than slightly alarmed.

"It's to allow easy ascension of their souls into Death's embrace." It wasn't. But she needed an excuse for why her egg hatched. Because it would hatch. Because if Balerion didn't help her to hatch it… 'I just killed Aerys and Elia to help you lot. This egg better hatch when I put it in the pyre!'

Funnily enough it was easy wrapping up the two bodies and stealing them away, mostly due to Valaena willing her magic to keep eyes from following them. However, explaining why no one could enter their rooms through breakfast, lunch and dinner was a bit harder. Valaena and the two played it off as both not feeling hungry and just being too tired and wanting to be left alone. It was met with skepticism but it wasn't like anyone could say no and go against their word. Though as to how the High Septon would take it, or if he should even be informed, was a different hurdle. In the end, she decided to send Lewyn to bring the High Septon into her chambers just before noon.

She sat on her bed, Brandon beside her, dressed in a red silk dress with black trimmings. Her hair was up in a braided bun, courtesy of her wolf who was surprisingly good at it. It had been almost an hour since she had sent him, so he was bound to back any moment. A silent moment then a knock on the door, "Your Grace, I'm here with the High Septon."

"Come in."

The two walked in and bowed lightly to her. The High Septon walked closer, "you called for me princess?"

"Thank you for coming on such short notice." She said smiling welcomingly at the fat man. "Sit down please." She gestured to the wide chair that Brandon had placed in front of the bed.

The groan the chair made when the fat man sat was once for the books. No one spoke as the three assessed the man. She knew there was no other choice than to tell him...but by death she didn't want to.

"I have some unfortunate new, my grandfather has passed during the night." She said solemnly.

The fat man gasped, "oh no! The world is a darker place, now that he is gone, Princess Valaena."

It was amazing what some people could say with a straight face. But two could play at that.

"Yes it is. That is why you will help me." She stated. There would be no pleading, only orders.

"Oh and what is it that I need to help you with Princess Valaena?"

"Queen."

The fat one let out a wheezing laugh, "not queen. The princess hasn't been crowned nor is it likely that she will be. Have you forgotten what happened the last time a king decided his daughter should be Queen?" He took in another gasping breath, "let us not forget that the princess is only about to be five namedays old, nor the fact that Prince Rhaegar is still alive and is the rightful heir. This kingdom will not accept the princess as the next ruler nor will the gods and by extension us of the Faith."

Lewyn's hand immediately went to his sword, "you dare-"

"Uncle Lewyn not now. He speaks the truth. We all know this. There is no reason to get angry." She said holding her hand up to stop Lewyn from moving forward to the High Septon.

"I'm glad that you-"

"You will keep your mouth shut until I tell you to answer me."

"Excuse me?! I am-"

With a look from Valaena, Lewyn's sword was pressed snugly under the folds of the fat ones multiple chins.

"The next time you speak without my permission, there will be a new High Septon."

The frightened man nodded his head, even that caused his fat to jiggle.

"Brandon, if you would."

The young man stood up from the bed and went to her desk and came back with a parchment, a parchment stand, a quill, and an ink well. He handed them to the fat one as Lewyn's sword moved from the front of his neck to the side of his neck.

"Write exactly what I say." She commanded. In fear for his life, the High Septon wrote down every single word that can out of Valaena's mouth. At the end, all three could not help but stare amazed at the little girl. This parchment would turn Westeros on its head.

"Give it here." Brandon took the parchment for him and gave it over to Valaena. She read it over and nodded in approval.

"Good. Now for the last thing before I let you go. You will not tell anyone of their deaths. I have sent out the Kingsguard to bring them all here, and only when they are here will the truth be known to the world. Or will you tell anyone of Aerys' real will. If I hear even whispered words in the wind of this I will have your head first."

The many chins jiggled as the man spoke his understanding and acceptance.

"You are not...you are much smarter than everyone thought aren't you, your Grace?" He spoke with respect and fear now. Only a child gifted and blessed my the Seven could be like this.

Valaena said nothing and stared at him, before motioning him to leave. He slowly got up, bowed low to her and left the room.

"Do you think he will keep quiet?" Brandon asked.

Valaena nodded, "yes, he is too much of a coward to do anything else."

Though she knew that as the truth, how she was going to keep this a secret for at least two months, she had no idea. But that was a problem for another time, right now all she had to worry about was burning their bodies.

The next hour passed with the three of them eating while planning how they would take to bodies out. She ate soup. Soup and boiled down, smashed to soft vegetables. Of course, she would end up in a coma just when she thought she would finally be able to eat with abandon.

The hours passed excruciatingly slow. It seemed like it took two hours for one hour to pass. But it eventually became night and the plan was set in motion. Lewyn handed her her hooded cloak and picked her up. She placed the hood over her head and subtly cast her magic out.

The first things first, Lewyn brought her to the pit first.

He got off the horse and placed her gently on the ground. "My Queen, I don't feel comfortable leaving you here by yourself to go get their...bodies ."

Valaena giggled and patted his hand, "go. I will be ok, there is no one here. And I have my magic. But if you are that worried just come back fast."

Lewyn stared at here for a moment longer before nodding and getting back on his horse. As he left, Valaena turned back around to wooden pyre the two had prepared beforehand.

With the cane Brandon gifted her, she used her magic to pull herself up and keep her body steady and balanced. It took her minutes to get used to it. Her legs trembled with disuse and unknown wait. Just walking a few feet racked pain and fatigue through her body. But she had to do this. She walked slowly and unsteadily to the large wooden pyre. She closed her eyes and concentrated. She pushed her magic into the egg in her satchel. She caught the little pulses of heartbeat and pushed in more magic. Exhaustion called upon her, but she pushed forward. She took the egg out and placed it upon the pyre, underneath branches, obscuring it from view. She walked out of the pyre circle and sat down. She had gotten the egg before Lewyn had come to bring her to the pit. She used her magic to lift it and conceal it from view, before calling her magic to bring it back to her.

Truly.

Once the egg hatches and she regained control of her body, who would be strong enough to stop her? An almost crazed grin formed on Valaena's face, no one would stand in her way. No one would dare harm her or her family.

Power came to those who fought for it.

Or those who had gods begging to help.

It was almost an hour later when she heard the clopping of hooves again. She turned and watched the horse riding figures get closer and closer.

"Sorry for the wait Your Grace!" It was Brandon who called out first. She smiled and waved them over. The two got off their horses and carried over the bodies.

"Put them on the pyre." It was best to not delay any longer.

The two brought them over to pyre without a word. They placed the bodies upon the wood and bowed once before going back to where Valaena sat. The three of them just stared at the two bodies in silence. Valaena bit back her tears, now was not the time for that. Since when had she gotten so attached to these two? They were just people who she lost. Two people whose names she would even remember give a lifetime or two.

"Brandon, get the oil and carry me around so I can…" She didn't want to finish the sentence. "Uncle Lewyn, please get light a torch for me."

The two nodded and then she was picked up. Brandon got the oil that was sitting on the side and helped her pour around the pyre and upon it. She poured over their bodies, from head to toe, then shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, and head to toe once more. Once the oil had finished, the jar was set on the floor and Valaena was put back on the floor. The flaming torch was safely handed to her, as the three stood as close as they could to the pyre, as Valaena brought the torch down. The fire transferred over and surrounded the bodies like an orange and red work of art. Black smoke floated up into the sky, soon the smell of burning meat wafted in the air.

The other two had no choice but to back away as Valaena used her magic to enhance the fire. It burned hotter and brighter than ever before.

"Your Grace, you have to-"

She held her hand up, "uncle go around and make sure no one comes in, Brandon check the entrances inside and make sure no one is in them. I will stay here and keep watch."

The two shared a look, but had no choice but to follow her orders. As the two left Valaena relaxed some. She stared into the flames and watched as it curled in the air.

"Come, my love, break out of that shell for me."

She breathed in and relaxed her body before starting a prayer for her deceased family. It was one that she started in the very beginnings of her lives. It was a prayer that asked death to look kindly upon their souls and to give them peace.

It was almost three hours later when she heard it. The rumbling in the night.

Valaena grinned, it was time.

"Your Grace, I have circled around the pit many time and have not seen anyone, if they haven't come now, they won't. It is much too late or early." Lewyn said looking at the sky, in an hour or two the sun would peak out.

"Same for me Val-"

A blinding strike of lightning struck the pyre.

"What was that?! Don't stand to close!" Brandon yelled as he and Lewyn brandished their swords.

CRACK!

"It's nothing to worry about, beside what are you going to do about lightning?" Valaena said calmly.

"How do you-"

CRACK!

CRACK!

"Where is it coming from my Queen?" Lewyn asked. Valaena pointed at the pyre.

"Just wait and you will see." She said grinning at them.

The two were skeptical, burning bodies did not make that loud of a cracking noise when bones broke.

CRACKCRACKCRACK!

"Come to me." Valaena called out, holding out her arms.

"Your Grace! What is coming?!"

Valaena laughed and shook her head. "Nothing you need to be worried about. Just watch."

She turned back to the fire and pulled her magic from it. The roaring flames died down and the fire reached only a foot in height upon the floor.

And then they heard a noise. It was a sort of screech that neither men could place. And then as the watched the flames crawled upon the dirt floor straight to Valaena. The two moved to pull her back but was a moment too late. The flames had reached her and crawled up into her lap before...shaking. Brandon and Lewyn looked down into the shape the light from the fire illuminated.

Valaena pet the shapes, "this is Daybreaker." She said petting the black...creature, "and this is Nightbringer." This time it was a grey creature.

The eyes of the two men widened as they processed just what their eyes were seeing.

Valaena grinned at their dumbfounded expressions.

"They are my dragons."

The two in her arms flapped their wings and screeched to the sky.

For the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.

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