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

7. Betrayal of the Worst Kind

Chapter 7: Betrayal of the Worst Kind

The two dragons climbed up onto Valaena's shoulders and wrapped themselves into her hair. She smiled in indulgence and slowly went back to the pyre. She took in a deep breath and watched the bright flames quickly smother out. There was nothing left but tiny shattered pieces of bone, ash, and the shell of the egg. Open fire, no matter the amount of oil used would never have been able to destroy bones. But she was special, and so her fire was made special.

She might or might not have used her magic, though most importantly will power, to conjure up a fire as close to fiendfyre as she could control. A few wisps for flame went astray, but it did the job.

She picked up the bottom half and scooped the bone and ash into it. She would spread some of the ash under her favorite tree in the garden, and the rest would go into a small jar that stayed in her room.

Lewyn came up beside her with the horse and gently scooped her up, being more than conscious of the creature laying on her neck. Valaena's looked back at the pile of ash and blew air out of her mouth, scattering the pile to the wind. 'They can fly like this at least.'

The ride back to the Keep would have been one of silence if not for the screeching of dragons.

Dragons.

As in more than one.

Neither Brandon nor Lewyn could believe it. Dragons had been reborn into the world after centuries and at the hands of Valaena Targaryen, who acted like it was an everyday occurrence.

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Lewyn Martell discreetly looked down at the little girl riding in front of him. The little girl who was their Queen. The little girl who held two baby dragons in her arms...like it was an everyday event.

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Brandon Stark didn't know what to do. There, to his left side, sat their little Queen with two baby dragons across her s hi shoulders. Two baby dragons that she had apparently hatched. Hatched from an egg that no one but she knew about. In a way that was long forgotten. Their little Queen was a Dragon Queen now.

"Don't make a big deal out of this. They are still babies who can't even defend themselves." Valaena said snapping the two out of their thoughts.

"Don't-how can we not?!" Brandon exclaimed though he lowered his voice once the dark dragon screeched at him. "Valaena-"

"Queen. How many times must I tell you to call her Queen Valaena?" Lewyn snapped, irritated at the defiance of the Northerner.

Brandon smirked back. "Valaena said that I can call her by her name when we are alone. And since you kingsguard are one with the ruler, there is only Valaena and me here." He turned back to the little girl who smiled and looked forward.

"How can we not make a big deal out of dragons? Not even my great-grandfather had seen a dragon."

Valaena laughed, "well I wasn't alive then, was I?"

Lewyn looked at the laughing little Queen. Everything that had happened was a miracle, but there was still something…

"My Queen...why are you not hurt?"

"What sort of stupid question is that?!" Brandon snapped at him.

"St-stupid? It's a valid question Stark! In case you hadn't noticed, the fire on the dragons didn't seem to cause her any pain! I don't even see any burns on her arms!"

Brandon could say nothing back. As he thought about, he realized that it was true, the fire had not hurt Valaena...he stared hard at her…but she said nothing, she didn't say anything for a while, even as they crept back into the Red Keep and returned back to her room.

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"Are you really not going to tell Valaena?" Brandon asked, finally unable to hold back his curiosity.

Valaena laughed as Lewyn opened the door. "What is there to tell my wolf?" Lewyn lowered her onto the bed and she smiled at them. "But I supposed there is nothing wrong with telling you, but first hand me that jar."

Brandon walked toward the jar, thankful to the moonlight that poured into the room. He picked up the jar and handed it to Valaena. With her empty hand, she grabbed the small jar and placed it between her legs. She opened the lid and poured the contents of the eggshell into the jar, almost filling it. She closed the lid and had Brandon put it and the eggshell on her table. The remaining ash in the egg would be scattered around the tree tomorrow. She looked at the eggshell leaning on the wall then down at her blackened hands. She looked for a moment longer before her hands were taken and a cool, wet cloth ran over them. She continued to watch her hands as Lewyn wiped them clean.

"Fire cannot kill a dragon."

The two men paused and looked at her for a long while before Brandon turned around and walked out the door. Valaena bit back her laughter, he was a funny puppy.

"Your Grace...I have one more question to ask you." Lewyn said solemnly. With all that had happened, he had not had a chance to think about or even question it. While he was walking around to pit, his mind had calmed, and his thoughts had gathered. Questions had formed when everything had caught up with him when he realized something was a little off with how…

"Your Grace...I-please excuse me for this." He continued when she nodded. "Did you have anything to do…with..."

"With their deaths?" She finished when he couldn't. He nodded his head as he stood back upright. Valaena sighed, she had seen it coming, it would be weird if he hadn't thought that something was off.

"What do you want me to say, Uncle? If I say yes, will you no longer protect me? No longer obey me?" She asked softly. If he could ask her right out, she would answer him.

"If you did it...why did you do it?"

Valaena looked into Lewyn's eyes and smiled. It didn't reach her eyes...it didn't even reach her lips.

"To protect my family. I made a promise with Aerys...we kept it. And Muña, she...she didn't have much longer."

"What do you mean?"

"My mother, she wouldn't have lived...she was dying. Painfully. Heartbroken and believing that that...bitch is better than her. She asked me, you know?"

Valaena took in a breath to calm herself. Breaking down into tears wasn't something she could do again. She looked up as she felt a hand rub her head, tears glistened in her eyes as she looked at Lewyn.

"Oh sweet little Queen," he said, sitting down beside her, "if you don't wish to tell me-"

"She asked me to kill her."

Lewyn's hand tightened on her shoulder, as he forced himself not to shed tears.

"My strong mother, who loved me, and gave birth to the three of us while risking her own life, she asked me to kill her! She couldn't even find it in herself to live as long as she can for me! She would have rather died than try and live on with me, even though that she-wolf would…"

Her hands went to her face as she pressed the heels of her palms to her eyes. "How do I forgive any of them for leaving me, uncle? Do...do I have to forgive Kepa and Muña? I have become a kinslayer, a kingslayer, because of these adults, for these adults, who I barely even know. Can I ever forgive or trust them again?"

Lewyn had no answer. What could he even say? Her father had left to elope with a girl who was barely considered a woman and her mother had asked her own daughter to kill her. What wonderful parents.

"I do not know if this was the correct answer, your Grace." He said with conviction, "but what is done cannot be erased. I plead you to ask for counsel for such things. You shouldn't...you should have to carry these burdens by yourself."

Valaena let out a broken laugh, "thank you, uncle, I will. Do you think the Will…"

"I have no objection and neither did Brandon Stark. The rest will be mad, definitely, but that matters not. They accept or not. It's up to them."

Valaena nodded in agreement. There was no doubt that the Will she had rewritten would cause a wave, probably an earthquake, and everyone that was mentioned would be mad, but that was not her concern. They either agreed or...well there was no way they wouldn't agree. One way or another they would all fold into line.

The dragons now in her arms screeched, as her emotions floated through her. She looked down and smiled. The two crawled up her dress and nuzzled at her neck, trying their best to comfort her.

"Uncle, I don't want to be Queen. All I want is a quiet life. Is that too much to ask?" She implored, petting the dragons that would not stop crawling around her. She had enough when they bit into her neck. Their teeth were tiny, like needles, but still sharp enough to draw blood. She hissed in pain but allowed them to remain to suckle her blood.

"My Queen!" Lewyn exclaimed in concern, only for it to be waved off by Valaena.

"It will be fine. They are just hungry. This will be how it is for a while until they are big enough to eat meat, which will hopefully be soon."

Lewyn watched as the once extinct creatures lapped the blood flowing down Valaena's neck. Dragons. There were dragons within arms reach.

"No, Your Grace."

She looked back at him questioningly.

"You don't have to be queen if you don't want to, and no one can force you. You will be whatever you wish to be. And one day if it is the Queen of Westeros, so be it. If you wish to rule the world, very well. I will always be by your side." He finished on one knee, his head bowed. "Everything I've heard and seen tonight will go to the grave with me. Not a word will spill from my lips unless you wish it."

Valaena smiled down at his still bowed head. Sometimes family didn't disappoint.

She placed her hand upon the crown of his head, "thank you, Uncle. I would like to get any bit of sleep I can now...it might be best if you stand outside papa's door..."

Lewyn looked reluctant but complied anyway. She watched him bow to her and walk out the door. When the door closed, she ran her hands down the two babies in still lapping at her throat. She caressed the top of their heads, and slowly pulled them away from her neck.

"That is enough for today, my loves. I'm still not healthy myself." The two chirped back at her, disgruntled but accepting. Valaena giggled, "thank you for accepting this compromise, oh great and powerful ones." She kissed both on the top of their heads and laid them on the pillow beside her...the pillow she had used to kill Aerys. She lifted them off of it and threw it to the floor, and placed them on the pillow that was underneath it.

She placed her head on the pillow next to them and closed her eyes, the darkness calling her back into their embrace.

The next day she was awoken by chirping. A chirping that didn't cease. A chirping that kept going and going right next to her ear.

"I swear if the two of you don't stop, you will be flung through the window." She grumbled. The chirping stopped immediately, though not due to the verbal threat. The little dragons didn't know what she was saying, maybe, Daybreaker more than Nightbringer for sure, but the emotional threat was understood through their bond loud and clear.

"Thank you," she turned over to them and smiled. "Did you two sleep well?"

The black one chirped up happily first as he made his way over to her. And he would have made it if not for his brother plowing over him and straight into her chest. The silver one snuggled up to her warms and let out a satisfied chirp.

Then he was pounced on by his brother.

The two wrestled around the bed, biting at each other's necks, hitting each other with their wings or tails. All the while Valaena just laughed at the scene, it had been a long time since these two were with her.

"Alright. Enough you two, it's time to stop you two. A servant is bound to enter and I would rather they not see you."

The two came over and nuzzled at her chin. The chirping didn't stop, though, they did chirp less. Her little black dragon came and headbutted her lips. Valaena smiled and gave him a kiss, which she ended up having to give to the silver one as well when he came running over. She laughed as she gave him a kiss as well and sat up. The two crawled into her lap and looked up at her, like little puppies.

Valaena scoffed, "don't pretend to be all sweet now." Daybreaker looked as if he had no idea what she was talking about, Nightbringer didn't even bother.

Valaena rolled her eyes and gathered them up in her arms. "Sirius, please, how many years have we been together? I know you."

The little black dragon looked almost as if he was grinning at her. She felt an inquisitive urge flow through their bond. Valaena smiled sadly and hugged them to her chest. "I'm so happy you guys are here, you wouldn't believe the ridiculousness I've already had to go through."

The two looked at her questioningly. Valaena sighed, "Sirius, the people here, just in my family even, they're all so selfish. Please, I don't need you and Antares to make problems for me as well."

Antares nipped at her fingers, while Sirius licked the bottom of her chin. "I drank poison and fell into a coma for almost two years because Father and some of the gods here wanted to talk to me and tell me that I should help their chosen savior save the world. I have to help save the world again. Then! My birth father elopes with a girl, barely more than a child, because he thinks my little brother the savior and that because I wouldn't wake again, he needs a third child. All because of a stupid prophecy, because he believes the dragon needs three heads. Fucking stupid. So he left my weak mother, crazy grandfather, weak-willed grandmother, baby sister, newborn brother and me, alone here, with all these snakes. I...I had to kill my mother and grandfather." She finished in a whisper. Silence answered her.

"Really? You could at least make a sound."

And she was rewarded with a couple of chirps. Chirps that definitely not comforting, more of a 'you're being silly and I'm not here for it'. Though that was all from Sirius, Antares just butted his head against her hand. Valaena pushed both of them onto their back and watched them squawk in irritation.

"Why does it seem like you all get more and more defiant as time goes by?" She pulled them back to her and sat them back on their legs. She smiled happily as she ran her fingers down their tiny bodies. She leaned down and gave both a kiss.

"I can only trust you two and Marvolo in this world, and I don't think he's even been born yet." She sighed dejectedly. How many more years would pass before Marvolo came to her? She sat up when a knock came from her door.

"My Queen, have you awoken?"

"Come in." She called out to Lewyn.

The door opened and Ser Lewyn walked in with a tray of food. Food being soups and water and soft congee. It was food, but not really. What could she do though? Her body was still not up to eating solid foods, so soups and rice pudding it was.

He placed the tray beside her and helped her off the bed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and allowed him to carry her into her bathing room. He placed her gently upon the goose feather pillow that laid atop the marble chair, before returning back to the room. She looked down at her feet upon hearing chirping. Sirius and Antares had followed her into the bathing room, happily jumping up and down, trying to get on the marble table before her. She laughed as both of them failed, they both nipped at her, and she laughed even harder.

Lewyn came back with a pitcher of water and place it on the table. He pulled up her sleeves, turned her slightly to the side and poured some of the water from the pitcher over her hands. He placed the pitcher back on the table and brought forward a crystal container. He took off the lid and brought it to Valaena's hands.

Valaena placed her pointer finger into it and pulled out a third of a finger that was covered in black charcoal. She brought her finger to her teeth and started to scrub it back and for, up and down. It was a trick she had learned during her life as an Indian on Earth, Death knew how many lives ago. She rubbed the charcoal of coconut husk harder against her teeth for a few moments longer before rinsing out her mouth. She repeated once more, this time the inside of her teeth, and washed out the broken up charcoal.

She watched as her Lewyn struggled to warm up the water in her bath, as Sirius and Antares tried to climb up his armored body. It made her smile, watching them slip over and over again, even though they both knew climbing up armor was next to impossible. She giggled when Sirius somehow managed to get atop Lewyn bent form. The poor older man froze and refused to move.

"My Queen, please. Don't laugh at my plight. Please take him off."

Valaena laughed some more before relenting, "Siri, Res leave him be."

Her bath was quick, well as quick as a child that had to be carried and placed into the bath, and then washed from head to toe by another human being, could be. By the time she was lifted from the bath and wrapped to dry, Lewyn also looked like he had taken a bath as well.

He placed her back on the chair and took another cloth to dry her hair. He ran the cloth through her long hair marveling at the softness of it. Every time he saw her hair, Lewyn couldn't help but be drawn to it. He had never seen anyone with hair like hers before. Sure the Tyroshi dyed their hair many different colors, but no one had hair of two drastically different colors naturally, as far as he had heard.

He helped her into her clothes and carried her back to the bed. He placed her on the giant bed, with her legs hanging over the side. Lewyn picked up the tray of food and put it over his lap as he sat on the bed.

Valaena giggled and happily opened her mouth for each spoon of soup Lewyn brought to her mouth. As he fed her, Valaena could feel that there was something he wanted to speak up about. She swallowed the last spoon of soup and sat quietly as Lewyn wiped her lips.

He finally asked when he put the tray to the side. "My Queen...how do we keep the rest of the castle from finding out about King Aerys and Princess Elia. Can you...magic it?"

Valaena didn't bother to stop the laughter that erupted out. It had been so long since someone had asked her such a phrase.

"Do you not believe?"

"I...of course I do, we of Rhoynar still believe that magic is in our blood, the Orphans of the Greenblood are rumored to practice healing arts still. But healing arts cannot compare to what Valyrians of old were said to have done."

Valaena nodded along, "yes, I've heard the stories as well, but one must never underestimate those that can heal. They can hold your life in their hands."

Lewyn stopped talked but kept his eyes on Valaena. The little queen looked back to her guard and waited for him to talk. "Your Grace...your words…"

Ah.

She forgot.

She always tended to get overly excited when it came to magic.

She watched Lewyn trying to put his thoughts together. It was fun until it got boring.

"I wasn't lying when I said that I could hear you all while I was asleep, and I'm really smart!" She said grinning back to her great-uncle, hoping he would not continue to ask questions. He didn't. "As for Aerys and Muna, I can try but, I don't know if I can. I've haven't used magic like this."

'At least not in this life, or even with this puny amount of magic…'

True it was more than it was a few days ago, but enough for a sustained glamour? No way. For a projection? Even less. But for a keep away spell or maybe a memory spell...there was definitely enough magic for that. Though she first had to figure out how much she could do with this magic. Each world has its own special magic, though at the core of it all magic was instinct. Relying on instinct for everything, well that was a sure way to get killed or get others killed. Instinct magic had no control over the power that was shot forth, after all, it was mostly used to keep the person alive.

Valaena's thoughts raced back to the feel of this new magic, it felt very raw. Not the newborn type of raw, but the raw of the old that was ripped apart, and had just slowly begun to put itself back together.

"Your Grace...one more question."

Valaena nodded her head as she helped her dragons back onto her bed.

"Why did you...King Aerys loves-loved you more than anyone I've ever seen...why was he…"

Valaena didn't respond. She ate the food he gave her. Once she was finished, she drank some water and brought the dragons into her lap.

"Would it have been better if I hadn't?" She asked.

"Your Grace?"

"He loved me, and because he loved me so much, while I slept for all that time, he killed more people than he ever had before. If...if something were to happen to me again, would this kingdom be able to handle his fury? Would you be able to stop him from killing all those people? How hard was it for all of you to get his mind off of destroying Harrenhal? What if I get hurt again and this time I'm at Storm's End or Casterly Rock? How will you stop him from going to war with them for not keeping me safe in their lands? Will you be taking responsibility for all those he would kill? Or would I have to because he did it for me?"

Lewyn had nothing he could say. If something happened to the Queen again...in the hearts of the people, the fault would lay with her because Aerys loved her too much. Everyone always needed a scapegoat. The crowd always went down harder on females than they would on any man.

Two months passed with Lewyn and Brandon protecting Valaena. Valaena had figured out how to place a memory spell around Aerys and Elia's rooms, so far it had worked. She had willed it so that if anyone saw or stepped into the rooms, they would forget that no one was there. She had done this more to keep Varys' little birds from seeing and talking.

The only issue was that with the little amount of magic she had was already being depleted trying to fix her body and aid the growth of her dragons, but the addition of the spell depleted it even faster due to the constant need to power the spell.

Thankfully her magic grew larger and stronger with each depletion, the spells stayed in place, and the dragons...her dragons were almost the size of a medium-sized dog. Which to be honest was much larger than her expectations. She thought the most would be a small dog or a large cat, but her magic decided to work over time.

The other issue was that since Aerys was dead there was no one to take over listening to the issues of the people. Not that Aery did, and there was no Hand either, seeing as to how Aerys had removed Lord Merryweather from the position. So now it fell onto the council, which she would definitely not allow. So she, Lewyn and Brandon had taken to attending the council meeting in place of both Aerys and the non-existent Hand.

They were quite apprehensive at first, which was to be expected. Who in their right minds would happily welcome a child not even five years old to meetings about the state of a kingdom?

Valaena took in a deep breath as she walked slowly with Lewyn and Brandon. They were on their way to the dragonpit. When she saw how fast they were growing, Valaena had decided that it would be best to keep them in the pit until it became time to 'formally introduce them into society'. It was mostly to keep an ace up her sleeve just in case certain people decided to get uppity once the will was read.

There was another reason why she was going to the pit though.

"Are you sure you are well enough to be walking?"

Valaena turned her attention to the man walking in front of her. The silver hair and purple eyes almost shined in the sun. He was very handsome, the lake is made at your feet sort of handsome, with a chiseled jaw, straight nose, and full lips. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and clearly muscled. His face was regal, his body was regal, the air around him was regal. The crown upon his head only added to his regal appearance.

He was her worst nightmare come true. Valaena let out a tiny sigh.

"Are you tired, your Grace?" Lewyn asked looking down to her. She returned his question with a sad pout but shook her head. This was truly the only thing she had not wished for.

Valaena had succeeding in ignoring them when she had awoken for them coma. They had always been there standing, watching, listening. She had done nothing to stop them, after all, what could a ghost do?

Valaena took in a deep breath and look forward to the tall, blackened, crumbling structure, they had reached the pit. She walked through an opening, with Lewyn and Brandon closely behind her. She walked further in and went left, they came upon a door, which Brandon opened. As the sunlight filtered in, the struggling figures becoming clearer and clearer.

There were three servants chained to the floor, each had cuts and chunks of flesh missing. Valaena walked closer to them and leaned down as Lewyn took the gags out of their mouths.

"So. Are you ready to talk now?" Still, there was no answer. She really had to hand it to their master, they were much more freighted of them than her. Even with all she had Lewyn do to them. Valaena shook her head in disappointment, "you have no one to blame but yourselves for this. Bring them out."

Lewyn reached over to the wall and took down the keys to the chains. He unlocked them from the floor and Brandon roughly pulled them up. They were brought out to stand in the middle of the building.

"I've given you a week to answer. And you have not." She spoke when they were all together. "But do you want to know a secret?" She asked excitedly. They all looked to her, "I already know who you did this for and why." She smiled, all her teeth shown. The startled reactions from all of them were quite amusing to her.

"The...n w...hy?" A man gasped out.

Valaena tilted her head to the right, "why? Because I am a fair person. So I gave you a choice to answer truthfully but you didn't take it. Now you must face the consequences. Siri, Res."

Her call was quickly answered as two shaped swooped down stand beside her. It made an impressive sight, as the two dragons, with them standing at their full height towered over her tall height. Valaena ran her hands down their necks, "dracarys."

She watched, unblinking to the fiery sight, she watched as the three burned so quickly, in swirling colors of black and blue. She watched with a smile on her face, as the humans who started a would be rebellion burned so hot that only after a few moments then was nothing left but ash and bone.

"I will protect my family." She said to the air, the two men behind her looked to her. "But this was personal."

She swiftly turned around and walked back in the direction of the castle, the dragons walking at next to her.

"Your Grace," Lewyn began, "we have received word that all of them are outside the gates. At your command we will instruct the guards to open the gates and allow them in."

"All, you said? Even the children?"

Lewyn nodded, "yes, her grace Queen Mother Rhaella has returned from Dragonstone with Prince Viserys, Princess Rhaenys and Prince Aegon, the ship is waiting in the harbour."

Valaena gave a nod. "Good. Brandon please bring them to the throne room. Let the others stay waiting outside until I finish my bath. And you two, stay here until I call on you." She was replied with a resounding 'yes', and two different squawks of indignation.

She scoffed, but still ran her fingers down their necks, "don't be like that. I know the both of you like making a grand entrance, especially you Siri."

The two relented and went back deeper into the shadows of the pit. The walk back to the Keep was as fast as it could be with a young girl walking with a cane.

As she laid in the hot water of her bath, she allowed her mind to drift away. Today would be the day of reckoning for so many. The blood in her veins sparked with excitement. She took in a deep breath as the fingers of her maid massaged her head. The sweet smell of lavender wafted through the air as another maid poured the scented oil upon her head.

Too soon was the bath over and she was delicately helped out of the intricate floor bath. The maids helped her to the bench, one placed a robe upon her shoulders as the other ran a thick cloth over and over down her hair.

The girls sighed in unison, "you're too pretty Princess Valaena." The one drying her hair said, the other nodded in agreement. "Even now everyone looks at you in wonder...in a few years, even the animals won't be able to keep their eyes of you."

Valaena giggled, "do you stare because I am pretty or because you didn't think I would wake up?"

Silence was their answer. She let out an inaudible scoff and shook her head. "No need for you to think too much on it. We both know why. I would be the same if I were you." She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, "Uncle Lewyn," she called out as she opened her eyes. Within moments the doors opened and he walked in.

"You called, your Grace?"

"Where are they?"

"They are all standing outside the Keep."

"What are they doing?" She asked as the four of them walked back into her spacious bedroom.

"Mostly they are talking amongst their groups or rather...Robert is close to fighting Prince Rhaegar, Eddard Stark is trying to bring Lyanna Stark to his side, Lyanna Stark is sticking close to Prince Rhaegar, which is just causing even more friction. Jon Arryn is trying to calm Robert down and Tywin Lannister is just watching it all. The children are also clinging to Prince Rhaegar."

"Hm. Very well, have them wait in throne room. Have the gold cloaks stand guard. Tell them anyone, everyone, who starts to be disruptive should be separated. If they fight back, shackle them. Have Brandon get his father and tell them to stay in the room as well. Brandon at least should be enough to keep Eddard and Lyanna from acting out."

Lewyn nodded, "Glory be to the Sun. Powerful may the Dragon reign." He bowed and left.

...the fuck?

Valaena shook her head, the bewilderment left and she ran her hand through her hair, a little drying charm here, a little drying charm there. Enough so it's not damp, but nothing that would cause gossiping servants. She cleared her throat and the two girls behind her quickly got back to helping her change. They created a beautiful plait that brought her hair to the middle, well it was sort of a plait. The plait started at the bottom middle of her head, though instead of a traditional plait, it looked like loosely interlaced sections of hair that was pulled out to make look even more voluminous. When it reached the bottom of her neck, the girl head taken smaller pieces of her hair from there back and brought it forward too make a single small tight braid. It was tired of with a gold clap and placed order her shoulder.

Valaena stood up and allowed the girl to disrobe her before stepping into her small clothes, then her dress. Valaena had opted for a black still dress that talked a bit behind her, with red embroidered flowers on the border of the slitter and two rising dragons on the bodice. The long sleeves were made of dark red Myrish lace. Black shoes were on her feet, her wrist adorned a few golden bracelets. She took her long Valyrian steel chain and wrapped it in for loop of descending length. Upon her ears were thin, three inch long gold chains with rubies hanging at the bottom. At the very end one of the girls brought a jewel encrusted box. The girl opened it and the other one took out what was inside. In her hands was a tiara made of Valyrian steel, black with veins of red and gold, made into the shape of two dragons, whose faces faced each other and shared the burden of keeping a large piece of ruby in their mouths.

It was beautiful.

It was gaudy.

It was made exactly to Aerys' instructions.

She was just happy it didn't have large wings attached to the body. But that could have been because there wasn't enough Valyrian steel for it. Where was all it coming from in the first place? The idea that Aerys could have taken the old daggers in the treasury to makes this made her disappointed, but she would be lying if she said it didn't make her a little happy to be this loved.

Valaena didn't want to wear it per se...but a true crown always caused others to feel an extra sense of causation they wouldn't feel otherwise.

The tiara, in all it's intimidating entirety, was placed upon her head.

A vial of scented oils was tipped over onto a finger and rubbed at the back of her ears. Small flowers were placed in her braid. Before anymore could be added, she stopped the girls and sent them away with a smile. She looked at herself once over in the gold plated mirror. Anymore additions and she would look like a one of those mystical, immortal Elves. She smiled, tracing her figure in the mirror.

"You are beautiful."

She looked at the man next to her, the one that didn't appear in the mirror. The asshole that had started hounding her the moment he found out she could see and hear him.

"I would appreciate you keeping your opinions to yourself.''

"Well quite the rude granddaughter you, aren't you? Do you not believe me?"

Valaena scoffed, "please, you do not have to tell me something I already know."

The unseen being, no a fucking ghost, because it had to be a fucking ghost, raised an eyebrow in amusement.

"Is that so?"

"Yes now, leave and stop bothering."

The ghost had the fucking nerve to look offended, "is that any way to talk to your grandfather?"

"Oh shut up. You arnot my grandfather no matter how much you keep pressing it."

"Of course I am. I am Aegon Targaryen, the first of His Name, and everything that comes after, if I am not your grandfather no one is."

Valaena took a deep breath, something she seemed to be doing a lot of these days, 'No ghosts. That's all I asked for. Was it too hard to grant that simple wish?'

Ghosts were unreliable with information, all other than the ones of the person's family couldn't be trusted. Even then sometime even the family couldn't be trusted, especially the ghost where of those who were not right in the head. It was just her luck that meant most of her family. The only silver lining in all of this was that so far she had only see a few of her dead family. The worst was that the ones she saw were the most extreme of her ancestors. Excluding the Conqueror in front of her, she had see the dumb fucker that had thrown himself into Wildfire, the psycho one called "the Cruel", and the idiot that had starved himself to death. There also might be a Daeron somewhere, but really, what was one more whiny ghost going to do, other than annoy the shit out of her.

By Death she hated ghosts, most of it stemmed from her inability to punch them.

Though by far, the worst was that all of them loved to follow her around like newborn chicks, just because she had hatched an egg. Well, with Jaehaerys it was that with a reminder of how she was a Kinslayer and how the Gods would punish her.

She had told him to fuck off.

"Why will you not leave me alone?"

"Because you are Valaena Penumbra, a child of my blood, and the only one who seems to be try to keep this family alive."

"I-"

The knock at the door stopped their talk.

It was time.

XxxxxX

Lewyn Martell walked briskly to bring the offending parties to the throne room. It was almost jarring to see so many Targaryens again. He had gotten used to seeing only King Aerys and Princess Valaena, and then only Queen Valaena.

The silence was awkward and the tension could only be cut with a Valyrian blade. But he didn't feel any pity, most of them had brought it on themselves. The clinking of armour for both the Kingsguard and the City Watch rang through the halls as they continued their trek. The City Watch had been informed of their orders and to not speak a word of what has happened with in the castle.

Being surrounded on all side, no one dared to try anything. It was nice, he thought, and this would be as good as it would get between all of them, very soon, it would be loud...very loud.

Even the children were quite, like they could sense the seriousness of the situation. Out of the corner of his eyes, he watched as Prince Rhaegar carried Prince Aegon, and Ashara Dayne, who had been sent to Dragonstone to look after the children, walked with Princess Rhaenys behind him. Prince Viserys and Queen Rhaella stood beside them.

Lyanna Stark stood with her brother behind them, looking dejected that she couldn't stand beside Prince Rhaegar. The Baratheons, Hoster and Brynden Tully and Jon Arryn stood next to Eddard Stark, with only Robert Baratheon looking mad. The Tywin and Cersei Lannister stood next to Mace Tyrell with his mother Olenna. His own family stood behind him, sending glaringly obvious glares at Prince Rhaegar.

Yes.

It was going to get very loud.

They reached the entryway to the throne room and Lewyn motioned for a few of the gold cloaks to open the doors. They entered and found what was left of the Small Council and the two elder Starks waiting for them.

"Father, brother!" Lyanna Stark cried out as she rushed to embrace them. Lewyn ignored her and but walked to them.

"You will say nothing-"

"Do not worry Ser Lewyn." Brandon interrupted, "I've already let them know."

Lewyn bowed his head lightly in thanks and turned around to see everyone else looking at them inquisitively.

"My brother come with me." He said and started to walk out of the throne room. But he stopped before turning back slightly, "all of you but Arthur and Oswell. Close the doors." The two kingsguard narrowed their eyes but remained in the throne room as the rest left and the gold cloaks closed the door.

Once they were out of the hearing range of them Commander Hightower spoke first. "How is-."

"She is doing much better...so much has happened. So much. But I cannot say anything until her Grace says it first." Gerold Hightower made a noise of agreement.

The five men stood in front of what they recognized as the door to the room of Valaena Targaryen.

"The Princess? Not King-"

"No." He knocked on the door.

"Come in." The voice behind the door answered. He pushed the door open and stopped in his tracks to stare at the vision before him. Light traces of water swelled up in his eyes, "you look beautiful, your Grace. Absolutely beautiful."

Valaena smiled and thanked him. She looked to the men behind him. "Welcome back. How fared your travels?"

The four went onto one knee, but it was Gerold Hightower who answered. "It was well, your Grace. Some trouble here and there but nothing that couldn't be taken cared of."

"Good." She stood up from her seat and walked to them. "Thank you."

"No. My Queen, everything we do is your will. We are extensions of your hands."

She smiled, "quick on the uptake, aren't you? Very well then, let us go."

The four men stood up and made a path for her. She walked out and they followed.

"If anyone-anyone-starts something, bring them to their knees."

"Yes." They replied to her command.

They'll stood in front of the door, and Lewyn watched her taken in a breath. Ser Gerold, Ser Barristan and Ser Jonothor stood in front of her, while he and Jamie Lannister stood behind her.

Ser Jonothor and Ser Gerold pushed open the door, and they walked in, Queen Valaena Penumbra of House Targaryen surrounded by her Queensguard.

XxxxX

The past two months had been stressful and he was happy to be home. He was happy to hold his beautiful children in his arms again. His beautiful Rhaenys, his handsome Aegon...all that was missing was the light of his life, his sweet dragon Valaena.

"Where is Father?"

Rhaegar Targaryen turned to look at his little brother.

"I am not sure." He looked a little harder at his little brother, and ran a hand through his hair, "how have you been little brother?"

Viserys looked up at him, "good. I've been protecting Mother and the babies since you left." He replied without malice, but it still stabbed deep in Rhaegar's heart. What was he supposed to say to that? His little brother had spoken the truth, he had left, but it was for a good cause. The prophecy had to be fulfilled. They couldn't-they wouldn't fault him for being in love would they?

He looked to his side where the beautiful Lady Stark stood with her father and brothers. He was surprised, they all had been. They had gotten reports that Brandon had rushed in to challenge him to a duel and was captured by his father. Then they had gotten word that Lord Stark had come to King's Landing to get his son back. The fact that the both of them were still alive, it was nothing less than a miracle. Gods knew why they still lived. If there was one thing her knew about Aerys, it was that his father was petty, and would kill anyone for anything he thought was slight against him.

He caught his beloved eyes and smiled at her, he truly was glad her family lived. He was going to walk over to her, but a hand caught his arm. He turned to look at his mother.

"Now is not the right time my child."

He was about to reply when the doors opened and the kingsguard and his father walked in. Only...it wasn't his father.

"Valaena," his mind and mouth whispered.

It was his baby dragon. His sweetling. The light of his life. There she was walking to them. His baby had awakened, here she was in front of him. Walking.

Walking.

His sweetling was walking.

By the Gods, she was even more beautiful now.

She was walking to him now, coming to embrace her Kepa. He gave Aegon to his mother so his arms would be open to hold her. The smile on his face couldn't be bigger as she got closer to him.

She walked closer. Closer. Closer.

She walked right past him.

Right past him without even sparing him a glance.

He watched heartbroken and stunned as she walked past every one of them and ascended the Iron Throne.

XxxxX

She looked down on them from her high seat on the throne. Her family, her wolf's family, the Baratheons, the Lannisters, the Tyrells, Jon Arryn.

It was silent, she didn't want to say anything yet, and they probably didn't know what to say. It was awkward, it was tense, it was funny, but now wasn't the time for funny.

"I go to sleep for a little while and the lot of you decided that war is what you want."

Silence was her reply. 'These fuckers.'

"That was your cue to speak. Explain yourselves."

Her father was the first to step forward, "my sweetling…" She could see tears swell up in his eyes.

She raised her hand to stop his questions. "Answer me. All I know was that I woke up and you, father were not there. Why were you not there?"

Valaena watched as his eyes searched her own, "I-" He cleared his throat and started again. "I had-I needed...you are awake little one."

Valaena clenched her teeth and balled her fist. She moved closer to the edge of the throne. She turned to Robert Baratheon, "Cousin Robert, explain yourself."

Before he could say anything Jon Arryn came forward in his stead. "Princess, where is the-"

Jamie appeared behind him and pushed him to his knees.

"What-! Let go-!" Barristan's sword laid on Robert's throat. There was a moment of silence before Valaena spoke again.

"The next person to interrupt or speak out of turn will spend a month in the dungeon for every word spoken." Her eyes roamed over all of those in attendance before returning back to Robert, "I will not repeat myself a third time. Explain yourself, Robert of House Baratheon."

Barristan looked back to her, she nodded her head slightly, and he removed his sword from Robert's neck. Robert glared at Rhaegar, then turned his glare to her. "Your father," he spat, "kidnapped my Lyanna! I am here to get her back!"

She stared at him for a long moment, her gaze then turned to Lyanna Stark.

"Step forward Lyanna of House Stark. Where you kidnapped by Prince Rhaegar?"

Brandon pushed her forward when she hesitated to walk up.

"No, princess."

"I see. So then tell me, why is Cousin Robert telling me that you were? Is he lying to me? Do you know what the punishment for lying to royalty is?"

This time she nervously looked to Rhaegar, as if begging him to help her.

"I am the one who asked you the question. Do not look to him, he cannot help you. Now answer."

"I-I wasn't kidnapped...he-Robert didn't lie. I-I went with Prince Rhaegar willingly."

Valaena's eyes narrowed, "willingly? And tell me, what reason do you have for leaving your home to go with a married man with three children. Especially when you are betrothed!"

"I-I-I love him!" Lyanna blurted out. "I never wanted to marry Robert! The very thought makes me sick to my stomach! I can't marry him! I won't marry him!" She looked to her father and brothers now, "I'm sorry."

"Oh? She is sorry it seems, my wolf, do you accept her apology?"

Brandon's ice cold eyes stared at his sister, "you're sorry? You think an apology is going to fix this mess? Father and I almost died! You're sorry-" He took in a deep breath, looking up at Valaena he said, "if it wasn't for her Grace we would be dead. I cannot-I will not accept your apology."

Valaena's attention went to the distraught Baratheon, who was being held onto by his father. "Cousin Robert you have heard her words, she will not marry you. Do you still wish to marry her?"

Robert took a long moment to collect himself, but in the end all he could mutter was 'why?'

"Because I'm not in love you, I don't love you, I don't even like you. All you are to me is my brother's best friend. The best friend who I know only, drinks, fights, and whores around. You will never change your ways."

"You didn't even give me a chance to!" He shot back angrily, pulling out of Steffon's hold.

"No chance? From the moment my father betrothed me to you was the start of your chance! But you didn't. Because you can't, you won't! Why would I marry someone who won't stay faithful to me!"

"So you decided running away with this prick who is both married and a father of three children was a better idea! The man that left his little children with his fucking mad father?! That's the type of man you love!"

Valaena clapped her hands once before the situation got out of control. "Cousin Robert, do you still want to many her?"

"No! Of course I-" he stopped and looked into her eyes, "I do."

"I see." She looked to Rhaegar, "and you father? Do you want to marry her?"

He started walking up to the throne, "Valaena, I missed my love." He was stopped by Lewyn and Gerold before he could step up.

"Ser Lewyn, Ser Gerold, why are you stopping me from getting to my daughter?!" He demanded from the two knights. "My daughter is awake! Why do you of the Kingsguard not look surprised?"

"It is because," Jon Connington said, "the princess woke up a fortnight after you left my prince. She is the one who sent them to get all of you."

"Jon Connington." Valaena called out to him, "that is twenty-six moons you will spend in the dungeons. Do you want to marry her?" She asked her Rhaegar again.

Rhaegar didn't answer. 'Just answer the fucking question!'

"Do you want to marry her or was it a mistake because I was asleep?"

""It-I-it was-I want to marry her."

"Of course, why else would you elope with her?" Valaena laughed a bitter, cold laugh.

"Valaena," this time a small voice trying to sound strong called out to her. She looked down to where her grandmother stood. Viserys removed Rhaella's hand and walked forward.

"Where is Father? Why are you talking to us and not him?"

Rhaenys shuffled forward as well, "where Muña?"

Valaena looked away from them, out the large window opening. The day was so beautiful, the sky was clearls are a few white clouds here and there. She stayed quiet, there was no good way to say it.

"Valaena, where your grandfather and mother?" Her grandmother asked. Valaena smiled at her and held out her hand, Lewyn walked up the stairs to her, he reached into his body armour and pulled out a folded piece of parchment, and placed it in her outstretched hand. She broke the seal and he walked back down to stand in front of the throne. She stood up and glanced over all of them.

"Prince Rhaegar of House Targaryen, Lyanna of House Stark, Robert of House Baratheon, Jon of House Arryn, and the four of you are charged with conducting in and inciting acts that would bring harm to the Kingdom and it's subjects. Eddard of House, you are charged with aiding the aforementioned Robert and Jon in acts that would lead to of House Lannister, you are charged with abandoning your role as Hand of the King. You who have disrupted the peace of the realm will be punished. Prince Rhaegar and Lyanna Stark will marry-"

"What! You-" Robert's mouth was covered and he was brought to his knees by the gold cloaks. Valaena carried on as if nothing happened.

"But she will never bare the title of queen, no child that comes from her womb will be eligible to be king or queen. Robert Baratheon will marry Cersei Lannister, only children born with black hair will be lord of House Baratheon. Casterly Rock, separate from taxes, will pay one million dragons every year for the next ten years."

That brought out a real ugly look onto both Tywin and Cersei's faces. Cersei's punishment was mostly because she just didn't like Cersei, so she wanted to make both Robert and Cersei miserable. Sure Robert hadn't done anything thing yet, but given the chance he would. As for Tywin Lannister, well this was just the beginning.

"Eddard Stark will stay here in King's Landing and become the new Hand of the King. Tywin Lannister will stay in King's Landing and help guide Eddard Stark. Jon Arryn go back to the Eyrie and Stay there unless called upon...as recompense for your lost heir, you will be married to the second daughter of House Tully."

Valaena looked up from the parchment to the faces of the people below, seeing all the angry and disbelieving looks sent a shiver of excitement down her back She almost felt bad, they would have no choice. She folded up the parchment and spoke again.

"It is your choice. You will happily embrace these words or," she smiled , "no matter who you are, you will be striped of all your lands and titles, and you will be sent to the Wall, regardless of gender."

There it was, the yells of objections. The yells of despair and disapproval. Both the whitecloaks and the gold cloaks unsheathed their swords and pointed it at the crowd. Shortly after it was quiet once again.

"Shall I take this as a rejection from all of you?" She asked, not at all surprised by their reactions.

Tywin Lannister stepped up. If nothing else, she could agree that the man truly held little fear.

"By what right, Princess Valaena, do you presume to give us these...orders?"

She smiled, glanced to the ground, then back up at them. She lifted the parchment, "this piece of parchment in my hand, is the last will and testament of King Aerys, Second of his name."

"What is the meaning of this?!" Jon Connington demanded, walking forwards. "Why were we of the small council not made aware of his Grace's death or a will?"

Ser Gerold glanced at her before intercepting Jon Connington. "I will vouch for the will. I, along with my brothers and the High Septon was there when it was written."

The look of shock and disbelief echoed on their faces. Valaena especially took pleasure in the frown that graced the face of the Spider. His little birds had failed him. She turned to look at those of her blood. Truly only Viserys looked upset and teary eyed at the loss of Aerys. But it was understandable, to Rhaella and Rhaegar, the memories of Aerys were mostly full of pain and hatred.

The majority of the ones affected had the look of hate and unwillingness plastered across their face, the sentiments mirrored in their eyes. It was the calm before the storm.

'Come to me, my loves.'

Ever brash Robert Baratheon was the first to head towards the throne after pushing of the gold cloaks. "I will not! I will not take listen to the will of a dead mad man! I will not be giving up any title either! You, a little girl with no power,cannot make me! "

"Robert is right. With King Aerys dead and him having not named the next king….your family has bigger problems. Can you truly make even bigger enemies out of us?" Jon Arryn added.

"The small council must take a look at the will make sure of the legitimacy of it."

"Sweet niece," this time it was her uncle Oberyn, "I cannot accept this marriage of Lyanna Stark to your father. How can he when he is already married to your mother?"

Valaena smiled sadly at him, though it was short and gone even faster. She started her descent down the throne, "There is more to the will." That got their attention. "My grandfather was not stupid," she grinned, "he named me as regnant upon his death, until my father's coronation as king. If my father were to disagree with his punishment, I will be coronated as queen." She stopped three steps from the floor, and looked out the window. "So that, cousin Robert, gives me the most power in all the kingdom. So, Jon Arryn, worry about how you will survive at the Wall."

"Ha!" Robert scoffed, "you think the writings of a mad man gives you power?! I'll show you true power." A few nods of agreement from the other lords and men followed his statement.

It was silent, and then, "Ha! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha!" Valaena held her torso and laughed. The tension in the room increased the more she laughed. Just as Tywin opened his mouth, she suddenly stopped laughing. She smiled lightly at the men before her.

"You are right Cousin Robert, those words will hold no power with you. As I to do not hold on to them. No. Those words do not give me power."

Screeches rang through the air from both sides.

Coming closer and closer to them.

"No. They give me power."

From opposite windows, two large shapes flew through the air, circling the crowd, before descending to stand beside Valaena. She watched as the faces before morph into faces of complete shock and disbelief. It was probably the biggest shock of their lives. She watched as many stumbled backwards, some gold cloaks even fell to their ass. Dragons alive again in the world. "Now then," she said running her hands down the necks of her dragons, "who here wishes to go against my grandfather's will?"

Suffice to say, there were no more objections. Unfortunately, no objections didn't mean no questions. All of which asked how Prince Rhaegar would marry Lyanna Stark. The Seven, so by extension as the hand of god, the high Septon and the Faith would never agree to a King with two wives.

Well no. That was a lie. Nobody really cared about that, only one or two of those questions were raised. The rest had to do with her dragons. Her clear to see, without a doubt, dragons. But she wasn't going to concentrate on that. She was under no such obligation to answer their questions. But something's had to be addressed, but it didn't have to be explained in detail.

"Two moons ago, Princess Elia of House Martell and King Aerys of House Targaryen left to be with the rest of our family. On their pyre, I laid the egg papa and I kept, and it hatched. Muna and papa left but I got them in return."

There were gasps all around as Valaena took those last three steps down and held out her arms to her little sunshine. Rhaenys began slow but ended in a run into Valaena's embrace. The younger and much shorter girl, buried her head into stomach. She wrapped her arms tightly around Valaena's waist, as if she let go Valaena would go to sleep again. As if she would lose the sister she only remembered ever sleeping.

"Sunshine, do you know who I am?" Valaena asked sweetly. The small head dug into her stomach as she nodded, "you are mandia."

"Yes, that's right. And who taught you that?" Valaena asked, stroking Rhaenys' free flowing black hair.

"Muña say I should."

Valaena smiled. There had been so few good things she had seen in that long vision, one of them was how Elia would bring Rhaenys and Aegon and tell them about her. How she was their big sister and how she was just sleeping for a little bit, and how she would wake up soon and love them and play with them.

Valaena closed her eyes to hold back the the welling tears. She took in a deep breath, opened her eyes and looked to her family then the rest of the gathered bunch. Her eyes glanced over her family, she watched as they all tensed as her dragons glided over to her side.

"Pretty!" Rhaenys cried out, as she reached out her hand out pet Antares. The young dragons growled a bit. Rhaenys flinched back, her hand held to her chest.

"It's ok sunshine, you can touch them, but just make sure I'm with you ok?" Valaena said softly. She took Rhaenys' hand and brought it up to Antares' muzzle. Antares leaned down to meet her hand, letting out a loud purr of content. To which Sirius growled and pushed his head in between Valaena and Rhaenys. Rhaenys yelped, dropping her hand from Antares' muzzle and moved out of Valaena's arms. And Sirius took full advantage of the freed space and quickly made his way into her arms. Antares snapped his jaws at his brother and pushed him with his head.

Valaena pushed them both away, "enough, you're hurting me." The two let out a low screeching noise but stayed in their place.

Valaena turned back to the assembled crowd. "If we do not share blood, leave. The servants will show you to your rooms." She turned to Brandon, "my wolf, please take your brother and sister back to your room with your father." If she had to continue to see the girl...Brandon nodded and pushed his younger siblings out the door, Rickard Stark following slowly behind. The older man had mostly recovered, but the soles of his feet had been badly burnt. Being on his feet for so long must have hurt him. She honestly doubted he would stay as lord Stark for much longer. A lord that could barely move, was a worthless lord. A lord that was more than a burden than a helper.

Once the rest where gone, Valaena brought her sister back into her arms. "Did you like Dragonstone Sunshine?"

Rhaenys quickly nodded her head, "it pretty! Big dragons!" She said pointing at the two over to the side. Valaena giggled, "oh? They are bigger than those two right?" Rhaenys nodded again, "big!" She spread out her arms to show just how big the stone dragons of Dragonstone were. Rhaenys dropped her arms, "where Muña?"

Valaena tensed. She knew how to explain death to a child, but that didn't make it any easier. She looked around to those of her blood around her. Her uncles looked to the floor, hiding their sadness. She steeled herself and brought her attention back to her sister.

"Muña is gone my love."

"Gone? When come back?" Rhaenys asked quietly.

"She is not coming back. Muña she…" Valaena brought Rhaenys to the window and lifted her up slightly. "Muña is up in the sky. She won't come back, but she is watching you and Aegon. Do you understand?" She asked place Rhaenys back on her feet.

Her little sister nodded her head, "Muña gone."

"Yes, but I'm here for you."

Rhaenys looked into Valaena's eyes, "Nana Muña?"

'Uhhhh no.' "If you want."

Rhaenys' head bobbed up and down and she plunged into Valaena's stomach. "Nana Muña!" She exclaimed as Valaena fell on her bottom, her arms still full of Rhaenys.

"Your Grace!" Her Kingsguard exclaimed, quickly rushing forward to help her. Lewyn helped her up, while Gerold led Rhaenys back to their grandmother. By Death her body still ached. Two months were not enough to recover from a year and a half of being in a coma. No matter how much her magic tried, it was still siphoned of to keep the charms working, or helping her dragons grow. Though thankfully, she snapped her fingers, now with the charms broken, she felt more magic run through her body. But still...she reached for Lewyn. She grasped the cane, that Lewyn brought forth, tightly in her hands. Her legs shook under her, fighting to stay up right. It was a lost battle.

"Ah!" She fell forward, but was caught by an arm around her waist. She turned her head to look up at the face of her father. Her face tightened, "let go of me," she said trying to push her way out of his hold. But Rhaegar only held her tighter. She struggled harder.

"Let me go!"

"I will not!"

She pushed at his arm even harder, "let. Go. of. Me!"

But he still held onto her thin body so tight it started to hurt.

"Ow!" She exclaimed, as his arms pushed into her ribs.

"Release her Grace Prince Rhaegar!" Ser Gerold Hightower called out, as the Kingsguard surrounded them. Rhaegar's grip loosened, but his eyes narrowed. "I am her father, why are you interfering?" He questioned angrily.

Ser Barristan took her from his arms, and brought her a few feet away. Her cane helped her maintain her declining balance. "Are you?" She asked looking to Rhaegar.

"Valaena?"

"Are you my father?"

She could hear Rhaella gasp.

"My sweetling how could you ask that? Of course I am your father," Rhaegar replied as he slowly inched closer to her.

"You are lying."

"Valaena!" He was more than upset by her rejection of him. "I am your father!"

"Then why weren't you here!" She cried out, tears were brimming in her eyes now. All the stress and emotions of this little body was catching up to her.

"Sweetling…"

"STOP!" She slammed to bottom of her cane down onto the floor. "Stop calling me that! Stop lying! You don't love me! You left! I woke up and you weren't there!"

"Valaena I-"

"No!" The tears were flowing now. "I woke up to see papa trying to kill Brandon because you weren't there! You left me!"

"No! I was-"

"You left and I had to burn Muña and papa by myself!" Her legs gave way and she dropped to her bottom. Rhaegar ran, fell to the floor beside her and scooped her trembling body into his embrace.

"No! Let me go!" She banged her fists against his chest. "You left...and I was left here all alone." She sniffled, no longer struggling.

"Why did you leave?" She asked softly

He cradled her head against his chest, "I'm sorry," he whispered to her.

Valaena scoffed to herself.

He had betrayed her. Even if the idea was implanted, he still had the choice, and he chose to betray her.

He left her, his weak and vulnerable daughter, to pursue so called love, to pursue a so called prophecy. He could no longer be trusted.

It was a betrayal of the worst kind.

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So….It's been a while. I'm in nursing school. At least it wasn't a year. Drop a review. :D