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CHAPTER II.

They spent barely a night in Sunspear before boarding the ship Lord Dayne had arranged. It was supposedly the fastest ship in all of Dorne. Considering they reached Dragonstone in less than a moon's turn, despite having to navigate around the entirety of Dorne and the Stormlands, it may well have been. Good fortune shined on them throughout their journey as they encountered no enemy vessels. Luckily, only the fleets loyal to the Targaryens controlled their paths thru the Summer and Narrow Seas. The Kingsguard had been constantly on edge for over half the journey; afraid the women would be taken hostage or killed by any passing vessel. Lyanna found herself highly amused by her mother's response to these worries. Her response had been suprisingly simple. They were quite possibly the safest women in all of Westeros. Lyanna was wanted alive and safe by both sides (Rhaegar and Robert the Oaf), while Rhaena was both the Mad Kings' sister as well as the mother of the Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. After that explanation the old bull Ser Gerold Hightower decided the Princess' assessment of the situation was rather accurate and the remainder of the voyage was calm in both passengers and the sea itself.

They reached the harbour of Dragonstone and found themselves amidst what looked to be the entirety of the Royal fleet. At the dock they were recieved by Ser Willem Darry and a Targaryen honour guard. Lyanna yet again found herself surprised when she was honoured as crown princess. Upon entering the Targaryen ancestral castle, she felt the baby deliver a strong kick, as if sensing he was entering the keep of his father's forebears. She was certain the baby would come soon and thanked the old gods and the new ones of her mother for reaching a place she could deliver her child into the world in a safe and protected environment. Over the past months, for some reason Lyanna began to believe that Rhaegar was wrong in his assumption that their child would be a daughter. It may have been only instict, but as the days wore on she became increasingly certain it would be a son. Truthfully it mattered little to her, she just wanted her child safe and healthy. Though many may believe her child to be a threat to Prince Aegon's future rule, her mother had been assured by the Queen that should she deliver a son he would be welcomed by the family and given the traditional title of Prince of Summerhall. Both her mother and the Queen believed that the Royal House itself was in very real danger of ending and that was not even taking the rebellion into consideration. Besides Rhaegar, who was leading his father's troops against a dangerous coalition, only baby Aegon and Prince Viserys stood between them and the total extinction of House Targaryen in the male line.

Lyanna and her mother were greeted warmly by the Queen as she introduced them to her household. Prince Viserys was an adorable little boy of six and rather shy as he clung to his mother's hand. He seemed rather happy to meet her and took an immediate liking to her mother. Really, it wasn't suprising considering the two sisters interaction with each other. Seeing them side by side Lyanna was taken aback by how similar the two looked. Both were beautiful with their almost otherworldly Valyrian features, but there was something else; some inner spark that indentified the two as exceptional. Another trait shared between the two was their calculating minds. The two royal sisters were quite literally born and bred to play the game. Queen Rhaella also appeared to be very heavily pregnant. When asked she said she too was due any day now. As they were led to their rooms Lyanna felt a sense of peace wash over her that she had only ever experienced in Winterfell. Perhaps it was her own dragon blood awakening now that she was in her mother's ancestral lands. Later that evening she fell asleep to the sounds of the sea. Dragonstone may have appeared somewhat bleak and worn, but the old keep had a majesty and mystique all its own. The kingdoms at large had no idea that peacefully slumbering within their mothers wombs rested two young dragons whom would one day soon shape the destiny of the whole of Westeros for centuries to come; there in the last outpost of Old Valyria.

For Lyanna, the following two weeks were rather exciting. Getting to know her aunt was a blessing. She was a true queen in every respect. Rhaella Targaryen was a woman of unparalleled strength. The two bonded a great deal as neither could move around too much due to their advanced pregnancies. She was rather surprised with just how open her aunt was with her. To Lyanna's horror she held little back concerning her marriage to Aerys. The woman was married to a real beast of a man. Anything remotely sane and decent about the man was long since dead. That the Queen had managed to raise and protect her children so well was a testament to the inner fire which burned within. After the first few days, Lyanna was let in on the plans the two dragons were making. Apparently after defeating Robert, the throne was to be Rhaegar's. This puzzled Lyanna because it was well known that it was near impossible to get near the King, his paranoia being so great by this point that he never went anywhere with the Kingsguard and Varys.

"Aunt Rhaella, how are you so certain Rheagar will able to take the throne after defeating Robert?" she asked. The reply left her utterly stunned.

"After he was knighted by Ser Arthur, young Jaime Lannister was often my personal guard. As such he was forced to observe the more abhorent acts my husband forced on to me. I believe he's only a couple name days older than you Lya, and he was horrified by what he saw and heard. To be Tywin's son and as inherantly good as he is, well that is a true wonder; though he hides it well under a veneer of arrogance and flippancy. He is by far more of his mother's son than Tywins. Joanna Lannister was one of my dearest friends and Ser Jaime has more of her goodness than her other children. His sister Cersei has her claws into him, but he will be a great man one day if he can be rid of her poison."

That certainly raised Lyanna's eyebrows, but she had more tact than to ask what that was about. "I still don't understand how this helps Aunt Rhaella?" she asked.

"Well my dear over time Jaime became something of a friend to me. Many times he would try a deflect the Kings anger onto himself, oft times with violent results for him. Also, some nights I would wander the more deserted parts of the Keep and Maegor's when I suspected my husband might take it into his mind to visit me. Many of those times Jaime would guard me and we'd have discussions till I could be certain the King was asleep. I am probably one of the only persons alive that he has access to who could truly tell him about his mother and all the times we spent together growing up. He was always eager for my knowledge of her because he was so young when she died and his father, in his twisted version of grief, forbid any mention of Joanna. I believe he saw me as something of a mother figure. Regardless, before I fled to Dragonstone he swore to me that one way or the other he would make certain I was a widow upon my return."

"He swore a vow?" Lyanna asked. "And you truly believe he'll go through with it?"

"Oh you can be certain he will my daughter, for regardless of their other faults, a Lannister always pays their debts. He swore to it. Besides, myself and a dear friend of mine have arranged that he'll have ample help if needs be," said Rhaena walking into the room and taking seat next to her daughter. "I just got the boys to bed. Barely half a moons turn and already Viserys and young Renly are thick as thieves. The two of them are definitely going to be a handful. It's excellent for the two of them to be around one another. Neither boy has been able to have any real companionship of their own age." said Rhaena

"Wonderful, it was always so dangerous for Viserys to have any friends in the Keep with Aerys about," the Queen said with a sigh.

"Mother, what dear friend of yours were you referring to?" asked Lyanna.

"That my dear would be Lady Olenna Tyrell of Highgarden. She was a lady-in-waiting for our mother, and was something of a mentor growing up for the both of us."

"Did you finish the talks with her sister?" asked Rhaella.

"For the moment at least. She has instructed Lord Mace to continues his seige of Storm's End, but not to truly commit any of the forces of the Reach save the detachment that went to Rhaegar. They will preserve their strength untill we order them to act. She has been fully informed of the true situation."

"And what were her conditions?" Rhaella inquired.

"Three main ones: a prominent seat on the small council; a Northern marriage for one of her grandsons; and a royal marriage for her grand-daughter," Rhaena replied. "Not overly excessive really, for they will help us keep the Martells in line should they dare to cause a stir about Rhaegar and Lyanna. On that particular subject she was absolutely certain the Reacher lords would love nothing more than an excuse should the Dornish even contemplate raising a sword."

"Those seem agreeable sister. Also, we were informed earlier that your maester finally arrived. I have a feeling I shall need him for this birthing." said the Queen.

Rhaena reached over and squeezed her sister's hand in comfort, "not to worry sister he was able to save me with Elaena's birth, and you know how hard that was on me. I promise you this, i'll not be losing either one of you any time soon."