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A/N: I should really stop setting chapter goals, while I wanted to put the ten year timeskip here I decided to set up some more subtle changes that will form into cascading events to show in the coming chapters. I plan to turn the Dance on it's head.

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The Red Keep

The Lord Hand was casually puttering through the wide halls and corridors of the Red Keep, his destination being the Queen's chambers as his daughter's handmaiden relayed she requested his presence. Otto understands his daughter may be adverse to usurping her former friend, but one's duty surmounts emotion. He cannot allow her to remain complacent and would push her towards the answer the realm needs. He never begrudged or held ill will towards the Princess, before her coronation as heir she was an ordinary girl of Viserys' loins if not unruly at times.

His rage was reserved for Prince Haedryn who would not do his duty and began to force Otto's hand with his suggestion of making his sister heir, and when the King took action supporting the idea the Hand knew his gentle touch to the realm will have to be firmer to receive what he and the Kingdoms desire

X-x-X

It was the late hour, a fortnight after Aegon's Second Name Day Hunt. Haedy was in Maeve's modest chambers being used as a tree branch to her sleeping koala like form, arms wrapped around his shoulders and legs locked around his waist like some variation of crude back satchel. He loved her, he did; he could never deny it, she could be as kind as a lost cat or as fierce as a wolf. The Prince would begin mulling over the various decisions he were required to make soon, but he remembered he promised Rhaenyra that they would see each other tonight before going to bed and he could continue his contemplation at a later time.

With that in mind, he begins to slowly peel the wholly nude woman's limbs from around several body parts. When fully off the bed he bends down to cover her snoozed form back up and kisses her brow lightly. She sighed in contentment, an absent hand still subconsciously searching for his body heat.

He speedily hitches on a light large red tunic and slim grey trousers then stealthily walks towards the door, slipping out the exit. He ambled down the various cuts and corners, long winding hallways that seem to drag on forever without the various servants, Lords and Ladies alike attending their duties for the day. He eventually reached a medium sized ornate door in the middle of an 'E' shaped hall.

He knocks twice, once more, three more times, and then the door swings open. He tried to swing his head behind him to his left, believing he heard something but before his neck could twist farther, the Princess grabbed it from the scruff and pulled him down into a searing kiss.

He was barely conscious of the open doorway they were in, but he slowly guides his sister inside the room swiftly and closes the door with a quick shut, fastening the lock. He did all of this blind behind a silver silk mane and the occasional purple. Their kisses get hungrier as he grips her from the middle of her thighs and hoists her up to walk towards the bed, she immediately locks her legs around his stomach and unlatches their lips. Hard breaths and red faces were all they had for each other at the moment, as their minds began to catch up with their bodies when he placed her on the bed and he sat down himself .

"I've missed you brother." The Princess says with an adoring smile, her red silk slip did nothing to conceal her peaking nipples and subtle curves through its slim form. Even though Haedy saw something in her eyes that begged the question, "Skoros iksis pirta ñuha jorrāelagon?" He asked her quietly as he moved to position himself against the headboard.

"Ser Criston attempted to warm my bed earlier." She confessed to him easily, as she looked at her brother's face for anything she could comprehend and saw his eyes narrow slightly. "Is that so? I knew he was infatuated with you but I never believed him to act on it, good on the egotistical knight." Haedy told her seemingly uncaring of the news she conveyed.

"I thought you would care more. I am your future Queen, or do you not recall?" Nyra declared quite petulantly as she laid on her side facing him with the side of her head resting on her hand.

"Oh I know that ñuha dōna, I could never forget. But you said he attempted so I believe you put him in his place and dismissed him for the night?" The Prince asked with a raised eyebrow and crossing his arms. "Of course, I almost had him dismissed entirely but he has been a friend in recent years. I just hope his idiotic motivation for his sexual intentions with me ceases." Rhaenyra tells her twin as she starts to crawl over to him, intending to straddle his legs.

"Good girl, I just want you to know the next time he initiates an attempt to reach above his station or anything of the like, I will handle it. And if I'm being honest I don't need a reason to feed him to Kinvara." Her brother says as he starts tracing her milky legs that run for leagues. "Good boy, now take my maidenhead and make me a woman brother." She leans down in his ear from her heightened position and whispers.

"At once, your Grace." Haedy replied as he began slipping fragments of clothing leaving them every which way and beginning his throes of passion with his twin.

x-X-x

The Queen was preparing for bed after her bath, anticipating the events of tomorrow. One of her handmaidens relayed to her that they witnessed Prince Haedryn visiting Rhaenyra's chambers when the Princess kissed and dragged him inside. While Queen Alicent wasn't surprised about the lust between her stepchildren, she was baffled that the Princess would allow him to take her maidenhead, even if he did not the propriety of it all was disgusting.

When she relayed this to her father before her bath, he told her not to worry and that he would worry about the Princess' decorum. She didn't know what he meant and it probably wasn't good she thought as she pulled the bedding back and fell into her bed, awaiting to awake and question her handmaiden Sherry that she is using as a sentry on the Princess' door to her chambers.

x-X-x

Viserys sat in the small council chambers listening to his many advisors provide their input regarding the last war of the Stepstones and the efforts the realm should put forward to adding them to the Kingdoms. The Lord Beesbury was assessing the costs of such a permanent venture and foretelling that the income would increase tenfold, as the seas become safer, trade will grow and the realm would be ever stronger.

The Lord Lyonel stayed silent as he previously gave the King his thoughts about the war a fortnight ago at the hunting grounds. With discussion exhausted the King dismissed the small council in hopes of being able to end court just as swiftly, Viserys noticed his long time friend Otto still seated and waiting for the rest of the council to scurry out.

When the Lords left the chambers besides the King and the Hand, Lord Otto voiced his terrible news to Viserys. "There have been… rumuors, your Grace, of the most abborhent kind."

While King Viserys was in deep thought about his Hand's words, Otto continued. "There are people saying they've witnessed the Prince and the Princess being intimate in the late hour last night, seen entering and exiting.

Some say her bedsheets had minute droppings of blood on them." The Lord Otto told his King with a somber tone while the King's anger was clearly shown on his face as it contorted into an irate grimace. "Who and where are these vile accusations originating from Otto?" Viserys commanded the Lord.

The Targaryen patriarch is reeling from this horrid news. While they may not be true and he hoped they weren't, they very well could be. He has seen how they've acted in each other's company, practically sharing a mind as they're never a step away from the other. The slight touches and smiles they gave one another even from the age of eleven.

But he cannot allow them to marry, he has made plans for them and for the realm, although he wishes he could. His dear wife Aemma would have argued that they should, that a love match only rarely comes around and sometimes we must be selfish. The King can't be selfish, not this time, he knew he was already pushing the realm with his appointed heir, he cannot let this destabilize the realm as well.

"I am not certain your Grace, most presumably a handmaiden who felt slighted or just the latest gossip in court." The Lord Hand responds inquisitively but the King was still raw about this kind of speech. "My children's happenings, insinuations or not are not gossip to be spread about akin some children's tales, Lord Hand!" Viserys bellowed at him, he would need to speak to both of his children immediately.

"Of course your Grace." The Hand concedes with a lowly nod. King Viserys then orders him to send someone for his children urgently, and he complied quickly, walking out the door in a strut.

Viserys was envisaging a way to counteract this new dilemma and for a few minutes he found nothing. Until he remember a certain Lord and Lady who would serve his children and honor them well.

-x-X-x

Rhaenyra sat atop Syrax in her brown gold encrusted saddle holding the handlebars tightly, while she had reins that were laced around the bottom of them securely, she preferred holding the bars tightly for advanced maneuvers.

Syrax was preening over the Blackwater Rush, giving loud groans and bellows of excitement from the feel of the wind and freedom of the air. Kinvara to the sandy gold dragon's left joining in with her high peak whistles and siren screeches.

"Māzigon Syrax, issi ao merbugon riña?" Nyra said to her beautiful mount as she pulled back on the handles and let Syrax turn sharply back towards King's Landing. Haedy on her heels as he gracefully pulled up on his reins and Kinvara ascending. She immediately did a sort of backwards somersault that had her gliding upside down and forwards toward Nyra before correcting herself and Haedryn resuming the normal stance of being on top of the dragon instead of vice versa.

While she was sure Syrax would be able to complete moves akin to that, the Princess wasn't as confident with her doing it on dragonback with her. Nyra would need to coax her dragon into more risqué maneuvers with her if they plan on fighting during their reign. All Targaryens remember what happened to Meraxes in Dorne and it always provided a minor caution to those who have the means and resources of harming their dragons. Rhaenyra conceded she will train herself on dragonback more and increase her minor arms training.

Haedryn was tightly hooked into the ebony saddle directly to his sister's right, they weren't too high in the clouds and were still quite visible to the ground. It was the morn when they went on their flight and now that it was midday, the twins felt they should go back to the Keep.

They danced around one another through the air, Kinvara and Syrax's roars and screeches echoing off the other as they got closer to King's Landing, finally in sight of the many persons residing in the large city.

The smallfolk weren't used to the Prince and Princess' dragons being so energetic with each other, a dance of high arching swoops and sharp turns circling the other. It was a glorious sight to those who observed the spectacle of the two large dragons.

Haedy and the Princess quickly lapped around the city before directing their dragons to the dragonpit. Haedryn with one hand on the reins leans forwards and strokes the base of Kinvara's neck eliciting slight chirps on her descent.

When they disembarked their mounts with light rubs and soft words they met their sworn shields who were atop their horses and trying but failing to hide their glare at the other from their charges.

The twins don't acknowledge the boiling hate between the two and mount their steeds to begin their journey back to the Red Keep when Ser Darklyn rings out, "My Prince, his Grace has requested your presence at court urgently, he says it is of utmost importance."

Haedy looks back at the knight with a curious eyebrow and the Kingsguard just shrugs back with a shake of his head. The Prince just nods and turns to his head back towards the front where his sister was trotting next to Ser Criston.

Haedryn found himself dumbfounded at the moment, his idiotic inaction has left him with very few options to minimize the calamity that will no doubt soon fall onto the realm. He couldn't hate himself more for what he did so he will take responsibility for what may happen, but he won't go back on his word for his Queen. If he intends to win this war; and he will, he will need to be ruthless. Men, women, and children will be put to the sword if it cements his sister's reign, and he will do it himself if he has to.

While The Prince was lost in thought, Rhaenyra was unconsciously mirroring her twin in deep contemplation, her entire lower half was sore and being on dragonback before her now being on horseback made it worse. Last night felt perfect to her, the way her brother caressed and fondled her and even surprisingly licked her sex. That was when she really went crazy in his arms and her nectar exploded from within her to drench his face.

They're lovemaking went for hours and they were both so spent he almost fell asleep in her chambers before he remembered where he was. She was sure he took his time to really take care of her because while she was a former maiden before last night she was still quite informative about the act.

It was supposed to hurt tremendously at the start but while there was a small discomfort in the beginning the pain never registered to her. Her twin paid much attention to her wellness and needs and made sure she felt pleasure before anything else.

The collective musings of the duo unwittingly shortened the ride to the front gate of the Red Keep and with a swift entry of titles and bowed heads they made their way into the long hallways of the keep with Targaryen tapestry and insignia lining the walls. When they come to a crossroads Rhaenyra turns and gives her brother a quick peck on the cheek and proceeds to roams where Haedy knows not.

Haedryn was staring at her exiting form for some time since Ser Darklyn coughed to retain the Prince's attention. "The King is inside the Throne Room my Prince, perhaps we should make haste?" The knight told Haedy with mirth in his tone. "Yes I believe we should." He responds as he rolls his eyes to his sworn shield's perceptive nature.

x-X-x

The Lord Hand was aside the King who sat the unyielding Iron Throne while himself was a few feet away from the steps, an assortment of Lords and Ladies who were passing through on business and a few smallfolk cluttered the vast expanse. Otto was currently thinking of the King's next move in the great Game and whether it would be beneficial to him and his plans or run them off course. While Viserys was an easy man to read most of the time and practiced openness when it came to his thoughts when speaking to the small council, it was his decisions that he kept close to his chest.

The King's decision to make his firstborn child, a girl, the Heir of the Seven Kingdoms with a living son; and while those particular Rules of Succession weren't frowned upon in some other lands. Those rules wouldn't bode well in Westeros and the King must see reason for his plight, the realm would descend into chaos.

If the Prince was so adamant about abdicating then he should have been hurriedly married off to a keep and lands of somewhere or the other. For the "Crown" Princess though, he would have managed her frivolities with a hard hand warranting no discussion or there would have been troubling consequences.

Lord Otto did not hear the Prince walk into the Throne Room with the herald presenting his titles and station, he wore his black riding leathers that were usual to see on him after a dragon ride and a bored expression on his face. While the realm's hearing of the King's eldests' misdeeds was slow, the whole city of King's Landing has heard of the supposed relations between the twin royals.

Prince Haedryn gracefully strode to just shy of the steps to the throne and kneeled humbly. "You have sent for me your Grace?" The Prince asks properly and calmly.

"Yes my son, for I have news that I am not sure how you would fair to." Viserys said softly; and the masses were bewildered as to what the Prince might not take kindly to. "In a fortnight I am be sending you to the Stepstones to assist in reclaiming the islands permanently where you will rule as Lord Paramount of the Narrow Sea."

This wasn't what Haedy expected; sure he did not really know what to predict but this was not it for sure. The hall was quiet after llight gasps from the lighthearted men and women. "Thank you, your Grace. I shall bring the island into your rule and bring honour to our House." Haedryn said with conviction as he stood. While he is coarse about being away from his twin and Maeve for an unforeseeable amount of time, he couldn't pass this opportunity up.

x-X-x

It was not an opportunity, it was a hoax that was meant to separate Prince Haedryn from his sister as he sat in the same spot he kneeled a week ago. 'This is fucking bullshit.' Haedy seethed at himself as he sat at the high table in the Throne Room next to his very soon wife the Lady Prudence Darklyn in a modest white sleeveless dress that accentuated her curves and flared at the hems. Parallel to him on the other side of the King was his twin with her also very soon husband, Ser Laenor Velaryon sporting a gold doublet with turquoise gems embellished in small patterns.

The silver white hair of the Targaryens and Velaryons contrasted substantially to the Darklyns and Prince Haedryn, even the Lord Lyonel only to be broken at the end of the table by his Uncle Daemon. Everyone was listening attentively as the King stood and started a speech, one of the positive and lasting futures for the three houses joining in union.

He then stopped abruptly and looked straight ahead with a frustrated kink in his brow, the masses craned their heads towards the large entranceway where they took in the Queen and the deep green dress shoulderless dress she wore with a determined gaze. She proceeded to steadily and slowly step through the large hall, not at all looking at anyone besides a small nod to the Hightower entourage in their signifying green.

When she reached the small dais and walked by her chair that was open for her, she looked towards the Prince and the Crown Princess, "Congratulations stepchildren, what a blessing this is for you." Queen Alicent voiced straight faced before moving in front of her chair looking down slightly, after that Viserys told them all to be seated.

When he finished his speech it was time for the betrotheds to start the dances, Haedryn takes his future wife's hand and escorts her to the middle a ways away from his sister. The dance was almost ritualistic with the series of moves that were carefully practiced, although Hae wasn't the best dancer he still led the Lady Prudence who seemed surprisingly shy from his initial motion when he was forced to marry by his father.

She was a rather short woman for her age who only came to his chest and he was nowhere near the tallest around either. Prudence had deep red hair that seemed black unless near, yellow amber eyes, and sharp facial features that gave her an almost permanent condescending face. Hae has only heard her speak a few words in the twice they've spoken and from what he could tell she spoke in a deep monotone voice, like someone who was on the edge of life and has given up, or an old crone and honestly he's not sure if that reaction was from his infliction or her normal demeanor.

It was the same day he was told he was going to war when his father sat him and his sister down and told them what they must do. When they protested loudly and gave their best excuses he silenced them, and said that if they didn't marry Aegon would become his heir. They would have thought he was bluffing but something in his eyes said he wasn't; the fight was immediately extinguished from the twins and they yielded with a silent nod.

The dance between the quad paused for a moment so the other occupants could participate in a social dance changing partners and chanting alike. The twins both respectively danced with a handful of Lords and Ladies from the corners of the realm.

The Prince spotted his uncle flowing into line beside Laena Velaryon, it appeared their conversation was going in a subtle direction with the lusty looks the Lady Laena was giving Prince Daemon. He looked towards the back of the hall and spotted Criston giving his sister disgusted looks, she herself glared back occasionally. Haedy took his chance and excused himself from his current partner, a woman who seemed to be from House Celtigar; he then gracefully weaved through the dancing crowd until he respectfully relieved Ser Harwin of his sister and led her towards the middle of the dance floor unknowing of their father's speculating gaze.

The King Viserys was furious as he watched his son and daughter argue, their close demeanor and emotions sprayed upon their faces, it looked like a picture of a conflicting married match. The patriarch's ire grew even more as Prince Haedryn grabbed his sister by the throat and seemed to close in to plant a kiss on her. Then everything finally made sense, it was true that his children desired one another and he got in the way of their now known love match.

Haedy stopped before kissing her, realizing he should not do this here but his twin thought otherwise and was never one for propriety if something got in the way of what she wanted. A woman's scream rang from a ways behind and the soundings of an armoured scuffle. Clamoring and chaos ensued as the massive crowd scurried towards the disturbance, Targaryen household knights filter from the upper balconies on the edges of the room.

The twins share a quick look and a nod then go to find their respective betrotheds amidst the disarray. Haedy started to briskly push his way past the crowd ducking and twisting through wild hooks from the more degenerate of partygoers while sending a few back, even quickly observing Ser Harwin hammering through the crowd to reach his destination. The Prince started to wave his land left to right to clear a narrow path that enlightened him as to what was happening, Ser Criston was atop Joffrey Lonmouth who Hae clocked as Laenor's lover rather quickly.

The antagonistic Kingsguard was brutally beating the ginger haired man in earnest putting him on the verge of death. With not even a second Haedy turns on the spot and with a loud crack he appeared to the left of Ser Criston and kicked him off the poor man. When the knight went to respond to the attack not even realizing who it was, he was staggered by a blinding left hook. He then felt the force of the world tip on its axle as he was banished backwards into one of the tall engraved pillars above the long tables and slumping into unconsciousness.

After Hae dispatched the disgusting knight he quickly strided toward man profusely bleeding from his bloodied and caved in eye socket, the skin around his cheek and ear were smeared with flesh and look as though someone took a mallet to raw beef. Haedy wasn't sure if he could save him but he could try and even while he has no reason to, Ser Criston was a cunt and is only inciting more discord. The men and women retreat to the outer sides of the room and some make space for Ser Laenor who was crawling towards his downed lover and The Prince, who was slowly gliding his hands around Joffrey's injured face.

Ser Laenor knew about the Prince's wonders, the entire realm did; but watching him heal his paramour with a determined expression on his face gave his atleast a small sense of hope.

The wedding was a quickly delivered affair, and the departure of the Velaryon House was just as swift as they left the same night of the impromptu wedding, treating Joffrey on one of their ships as he was unconscious until no one knows when with permanent gruesome scarring and probably a large loss of hearing from the way his ear looked.

x-X-x

Haedryn was seated on his bed in chambers cradling a goblet of wine with his Lady wife, the now Prudence Targaryen née Darklyn, who was changing her clothes behind a changing screen in a corner of their now temporarily shared chambers. After a few moments went by she slipped from behind the screen walking timidly barefoot towards the bed where her husband sat.

Prudence wore a thin lengthy yellow and black diamond patterned strip of taffeta that had sting like straps and a V shape that dipped from the collar accentuating her decently but still plentiful bust. The Prince picked his head up and peeked at her through hooded eyes, he then passed her the half full cup while standing and taking off his double and upper garments.

"We don't have to-."Hae started but was immediately cut off from the forethought shy woman, "I want to, not because of duty, but I want to." She emphasized strongly to the Prince as to get her point across. He turned to her now shirtless and cocked his head to the side looking her up and down.

"I never expected my husband to be a Prince, nor a kind and intelligent man as I have witnessed so far. I know how the world works truly; and finding a husband who might honour a woman and protect her through fire and brimstone would be akin to finding a ruby in a shit stack." Prudence tells her husband forcefully when she downs the sweet red and saunters the rest of the way to Haedryn and prompts him to move to the middle of the bed.

"And I am sure I was not your first choice of wife, and probably not in your mind at all. But I won't be the weak willed wife who will 'Yes my Prince', to everything you say. I am my own person with my own needs and wants, but I will serve and honour you well; but I will have a say in matters I deem a say in. Let this be a partnership, my husband, not a transaction."

Haedy didn't know what to think, the meek silent demeanor she once coveted was demolished as she strode to him and commanded him upwards into the bed. While he was in the process of moving she plucked the straps off the top of her shoulders and peeled them to the side that started the now flood of fabric that cascading down her slim form in waves.

Her lightly tanned skin and stomach with little fat, down to her hairless slit and robust thighs that Hae was sure housed a large arse. She stood there for a couple seconds to let his eyes roam wherever they pleased, if this was to be her marriage partner then so be it, she shall take it in stride. When the new Targaryen wife felt it was time for her to be bedded she climbed into the bed and crawled towards her husband.

Haedy perceiving her intentions starts to quickly relieve himself of the clothes on his lower half leaving him as stark as the day he was born, the same amount of undress as her. He grabs one of her hands as she clumsily loses her balance and assists her by pulling her to him to straddle his waist, his cock lying just under her slightly wet lower lips.

They look each other in the eye for maybe two minutes before she places her hands on his shoulders and neck, leans down and catches his lips with her own. He responds to her kiss lightly adding his tongue with more care and softness than he would have normally but she was a maiden and this needs to be done delicately unless his wife spite him for the rest of his days.

With a soft and strong hand he encircles her waist with one arm, and lightly grips the left cheek of her soft but correctly guessed large bottom. This drags a light sigh of air from Prudence who believes her maidenhead experience is going swimmingly so far. The Prince takes a more progressive approach as he reaches around and under to play with her hooded button atop her glistening entrance while their lips were still fighting. The slight rubs and sporadic movement to her sensitive nerve sent shivers to body as she came undone with a low dragged out moan from his expert use of his hands.

He let her ride out her peak until she calmed down a little, slight moans with her deep breath still flowing out of her lips. Hae grabbed her in his arms and laid her on her back softly as he gravitated his lips from hers to her neck in a small traced trail while now laid above her.

"Are you ready Prue?" He said to her delicately, tasting the shortened name on his lips. She closes her eyes and nods quickly, with her permission he lines up the tip of his cock to her leaking entrance and slowly pushes his way inside, disrupting her insides that were stretching for the foreign object that was sliding into her cunt. To make the pain less discomforting he lowers his head and suckles one of her teats to add some semblance of pleasure besides her otherwise breached entrance.

As he enters her slowly filling her inch by inch she is in a silent writhe as the pain and pleasure were coalescing and contrasting inside of her that had her clawing and gripping his hair looking for something stable to hold on to. When he was fully inside of her he stopped and let her adjust to his size and the new entry in her expanding walls; she struggled at first but found contentment with a sigh after a few minutes.

He switched teats when she was getting accustomed and he was still suckling at her breast; Hae decided to start moving slowly, with every injection her mewling turned into full blown wanton moans that would put a whorehouse to shame. The pleasure surmounted any previous discomfort she may have felt as he increased his thrusts even more, akin to a heartbeat when one would sleep.

She lightens her grip on his ebony locks and starts absently running her hands through them as she concedes to her body's convulsions of her second climax of the night. Right after her spasms completed she head her husband growl lightly as he quicker his pace for a few seconds before fully sheathing himself in her and she felt a warmth she has never felt. As though something was cocooning her from the inside, Prudence hoped the seed took root, the sooner she starts her family the sooner she can live her days in contentment with her husband and children.

Haedy has officially wedded and bedded his wife and while the circumstances grates him to no end; he wasn't exactly displeased about his wife. While he could spend his life with her and grow old, he still needed the other piece of his soul. He doesn't know how Prue would take to Nyra and Maeve, but he knew they were in his life indefinitely and honestly she would have to accept that or not and they stay separated like his Uncle and his former wife Rhea. Now though his dalliances will have to reside in the back of his mind as he now has to focus on the Stepstones.

Small Island, West of Bloodstone

7 months later

Lord Corlys and his brother Vaemond Velaryon were around a square makeshift table where atop sat a crudely drawn map of the Stepstones; with various anecdotes and markers that his son Laenor were using to reject the Sea Snake's proposal of using the dragons more, as the silent Ser Steffon was beside him in silent agreement.

Two thousand Velaryon, and Darklyn knights were clumped on the small island that was used for strategy councils and reprieves. The only two that were noticeably absent were the Princes Haedryn and Daemon that have been on dragonback circling the Bloodstone since after they retreated back to the small island during the first attack.

"Dragons returning!" A lone Velaryon knight said while on lookout, the trills and whistles of Caraxes and Kinvara were low and almost conversational as they slowed adjacent to each other as they landed. The two most serpentine like dragons in existence that were so similar in appearance they could have been hatched from one egg; the only contrasts being the sharpness of her features and her ruby like red unlike Caraxes' blood shade.

Haedy unhooked himself from the saddle and tied his reins to the handles before sliding off the side of his mount gracefully, he was walking towards the meeting with his uncle skulking behind in his black heavy armour and black furred helmet that resembled a mane. Vaemond was yelling loudly about the lack of men they now had, because of the many they left on the other numerous islands they have now properly and permanently secured. Corly's brother was on the verge of trying to stoke mutiny because of the incalculable loss of Velaryon soldiers.

When the King made the Last War of the Stepstones as it was now coined known to the realm, he told the Kingdoms far and wide that men and resources were needed and some may even be able to start a secondary branch of their house or even start their dynasty on an island under the new Kingdom. Men, ships, rations and numerous more supplies were a boon in the war that most likely would have been a loss without them; but now those houses were secure and relatively safe on the captured islands.

Haedy understood that no one wanted to watch their men die, but it was rather vain to complain when a lot of men no matter their House or origin were slain during this war. He almost made his thoughts known but advised against it, he didn't care enough and the war was almost over; this was the last island. With the Triarchy slain and the last of their forces on their last leg hiding in the caves evading the dragon fire, even an assault in the caves would prove suicide as they were a labrynth of winding dark tunnels that weave and bend at unknown heights and curves that the Triarchy scum knew well.

He fixed their problem of failing to evict the cave dwellers; while he was on dragonback and Kinvara was spewing fire on the raiders that weren't fast enough to reach their hideaways, he noticed a very small alcove that looked like it had a minor opening deep within from a cave at the south of the island. When there weren't any more pirates outside on the battlegrounds he told Kinvara to circle back to the cave and land a bit away.

As they landed five yards away and he dismounted Haedy ventured about a hundred feet into the mouth of the cave, and twisted his head left and right to get a layout of his dark surroundings. He saw about three crude wide openings that must intersect into the other caves. While he hasn't done it in a while, a properly controlled and powered fiendfyre should empty the caverns while the pirates only options are to run outside.

x-X-x

So here he was, disillusioned in his uncle's rowboat as they silently made their way to the front beach of Bloodstone. The plan was to bait an initial force from Daemon's distraction while he floods the cave with fire to easily dispatch the infested isle. Before his Uncle was under serious risk; Seasmoke and Kinvara would burn the archer positions who would be filtering out due to Haedy's fire until Caraxes is summoned by Daemon.

Daemon exited the boat and started to slowly walk the battlegrounds that had littered bodies and weaponry, overturned wagons and pieces of crates that were still set aflame. Haedy on the other hand immediately apparated to the entrance of the secluded alcove he spotted before, the Prince with a silent landing at the entrance swiftly passed through the various cuts and corners; remembering the route he took in the darkened caves.

Prince Daemon was standing on a hill in the middle of the grounds with his sword in hand. His only concern were the archers and the plethora of men he was sure had their eyes on him, 'Flush them out nephew, I have my cock in my hand at the moment.' Daemon said to himself while his neck pivoted towards the various entrances and minute cracks in the side of the mountains that surely housed the pirates.

He would have faux surrendered but he knew that the plan would reach success without a problem, and as he was thinking to himself a low rumbling and groaning was flowing through the island originating deep within the mountains. Muffled yelling it may have been poured from the many holes in the rockside, some even giving a passing orange glow before retreating.

Then hell broke loose when the mouths of the cave one by one were being filed out with pirates and Triarchy soldiers alike. Thousands of bodies fell over each other as they ran away from the caves with the flames consuming those who couldn't make it, men were buried under boots and bodies, charred or otherwise. Pirates were elbow to elbow screaming as while some made it to the middle of the longtime battleground that held remnants from conflicts for years; about thirty percent of the predicted thirteen thousand died during the initial cast. Another ten percent or so were the unlucky ones who were stuck or moved slowly to the exit, ultimately losing their life to the ember.

While the last of the caves were close to emptying the pirates then focused their attention onto the lone silver haired man who stood in full armour bar a helmet on top of a hill that rose a substantial amount of feet over the ground. As they now ran towards the person they foolishly considered responsible; the pirate captains began barking orders and brandished their weapons in a loud rage, just barely hearing the silent whistle from a large red sleek dragon who's wide leathery wings sent shadows to the abundance of fleshy kindle Kinvara would use to sate her bloodlust.

A stream of crimson from the sky cascaded across the ground in an 'S' shape, decimating those who were caught in the line of fire during the she-dragon's first run. A grey and spiny dragon named Seasmoke rained a blaze on three of the mass rowes of archers taking position on the cliffs with his rider Ser Laenor Velaryon; the archers also received casualties from Prince Haedryn's flames in the caves.

While the dragons were wreaking havoc on the Triarchy and Daemon was defending himself from the occasional reckless pirate and calling for his own dragon; Haedy ceased his flames albeit he only held it for twenty minutes, the control to split the Fiendfyre into so many different entities that went countless ways in all the twists and bends took a bit out of him of he was being honest.

The Prince takes a minute to breathe and prepare to commence the second part of their strategy; sweat trickled down the back of his neck from his strenuous task. With his minute up he straightens and turns on the spot, he can't waste anymore time as there are only three people and only three dragons who are taking this damned island against the previous almost fifteen thousand soldiers.

Upon his landing he noticed he was behind the opposing army and had free reign to do as he liked for an opening move.They would never look from where the flames originated foolishly, they gazed either upwards in fright or ahead at his uncle in anger. He contemplates his decision quickly and decides to make this a battle of attrition to the now around seven thousand men.

He surveys the ground in front of him and raises his right arm; the Prince waves it in intricate weaves and twists of his wrist quite quickly as to finish his deed. Haedy was unbound in his creations of wolves, bears, leopards, lions and the like that he transfigured from the littered pieces of armour, weapons and wooden shrapnel.

Hae then waved his hand forward carelessly to his new two hundred objects of magic and they shot towards their unsuspecting victims; but he didn't take the time to watch his art unfold, he conjured the black steel crude sword he has been accustomed to using in his left and and broke into a sprint right behind his transfigurations.

When the men realized what was happening it was too late as they were ripped limb from limb, and completely dragged out of the groups they quickly formed to defend themselves from the ground. With nowhere to retreat or provide cover for the now three overhead dragons the thousands of men were dwindling quickly with no reprieve; they forgot about the reason their lives were ending like they were until two large explosions rang out from the middle of the clustered pirates.

The source of their unfortunance was an onyx haired man barely of age expertly weaving his way around swords and axes from the attacking men; while Haedryn was deflecting and occasionally counter attacking, he was more focused on the bombarda and other explosion spells in his arsenal that he was throwing towards all the clumps of men creating carriage sized craters, the occasional killing curse for those who got a little too brave.

The Prince needed to stay on the island to make sure they didn't scamper back into the caves now that they realized they wouldn't be safe as long as he and his sorcery was alive; with that in mind he commanded Kinvara to increase her runs as close to him as possible while he apparated around the battlefield to gathered the men closely who would attempt to join together and kill him to finally be able to retreat.

Colours of green, deep blue, purple, and small white bolts flew every direction from the spot or spots plural as the Prince Haedryn was a blur in the battle, grabbing the attention of cowering pirates who didn't know what to do with the three terrorists in the sky.

He was apparating around the now hole ridden battlefield and boxing them in with the blasts using the cliffs to his advantage; Ser Laenor made short work of the archers as he now was focused on the outer edges trying to prevent the more courageous opposers from seeking some sort of relief from the caves again. Prince Daemon was assisting Kinvara on top of Caraxes, who briefly landed a short time after the two dragons' entrance to allow his rider to mount him.

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It wasn't a fight, just a massacre with three dragons and their riders against thirteen thousand men who had the advantage of the land; though that did nothing as they still were turned to ash all the same. There was no real leader to the pirates, just various sellsword and sea captains who wanted to stake a claim here.

The bodies, if there were any, were burned on piles assisted by the dragons; the caves and cliffs were searched by the Velaryon and Darklyn soldiers that were on standby near Bloodstone. The slight looks of awe that moved between the three dragonriders increased only more because the bloody and most likely lost battle that they would have fought was completely rear ended as three men and their mounts won the battle. The realm knew that Bloodstone was only successfully taken because of the three men's wit, the Prince's magic, and the devastating power of Targaryen and Velaryon dragons in tandem and those three men would continue to grow their standing through the decade.

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Skoros iksis pirta ñuha jorrāelagon?

(What is wrong my love?)

ñuha dōna

(my sweet)

Māzigon syrax, issi ao merbugon riña?

(Come Syrax, are you hungry girl?)

A/N: I would take suggestions on the direction of the story if they aren't too outlandish and will be able to fit with sense.