DISCLAIMER: Chapter prologue
Chapter rating: M
XXV
(King's Landing)
Sansa felt her heart break at watching Myrcella leave, she was crying and clutching a toy Sansa had given her for comfort. One of the sweetlings were leaving but at least Tommen is still here so they could still bond. Shae softly held Sansa's hand as she smiled to the former whore who returned it as they watched.
"She's out of this dangerous city, My Lady," Shae reminded as Sansa nodded.
"I hear Prince Doran is generous and will not do her harm," she whispered, making sure to avoid angering the royal family.
"When I was in Dorne, I had met a few guards, they always raved about him," she smiled as Sansa nodded a small grin adorning her face. "Come on," she urged when the group started to leave. Tommen came up to Sansa and held her hand, his septa smiled at the young redhead who smiled back. She had tried to come to the Sept with her and Tommen before retreating to the Godswood with Shae standing guard at the opening.
"It will be alright Tommen," she whispered before feeling the guard stopped them suddenly.
"Is something wrong?" Shae asked worried before the guard shushed them.
"This way," another urged as the girls followed the men before shouting and debris started to fly. The girls screamed as guard grabbed them, Sansa was pulled to one as Shae held Tommen close and clung to another guard.
"It's a riot," he warned her as she nodded, whimpering when something almost hit them.
"We're almost at the Keep," the leader shouted as the Septa was torn from their side. Tommen cried fearfully when a guard hoisted him up as a hand tore at Sansa who screamed fearfully. The peasant lost his arm the moment The Hound appeared.
"GO!" he marched them up as the guard held Sansa close. Making it inside Sansa was quickly sat down by the guard as Tommen was taken away. "See to the Little Bird's wounds, then put her back in her cage," The Hound ordered as Tyrion watched with shock.
"Well done Clegane," he praised as the man frowned.
"See to it," he requested to Shae who nodded retrieving a bowl of water and a cloth.
"I say kill them all!" Joffrey's voice wailed as his mother tried to shush him before jumped when he threw the bowl of water off the chair and stormed off. Sansa watched with a passive look as she looked to Shae who shook her head a tad, softly dabbing at her temple and then her lip Sansa sighed through her nose with a wince.
"It will take some time to heal," Shae smiled as Sansa shrugged.
"It's okay," she smiled back. "I am happy to be alive," she spoke as the guard stepped forward.
"I apologize My Lady, I should of had a better grip on you so you would not have been hurt," he frowned as he removed his helm. He was blue eyed and sandy blonde hair, freckled and young, most likely just starting at being a guard.
"You did better than the ones that were meant to protect the King and his party," Tyrion spoke up. "We lost a few of our noble ladies and quite a few gold cloaks," he refused to comment on how many called for the Northern leaders and the Baratheon brothers. "Robb Stark, King in the North," "Rhaenyra Targaryen, Mother of Dragons," those alarmed him the most. "Guards," he called as the few quickly came to him, kneeling to hear better over the roar of the crowd. "Ensure that the gates remain sealed until further notice," he ordered as they nodded. "We cannot let this get out or to the North." They could not let this reach further out. As it was the North was supported and cared for by the Dornish in trades, Varys claimed his Dornish spies have found northern furs among the noble houses and heavy meats too. So now they were doing good trades that both took in value, they could not do that, but hoped Myrcella would suffice.
XXV
(Riverrun)
Rhaenyra smirked as she sat across from a young woman who had fled King's Landing after a riot broke out when the Princess had been sent off, Sansa was safe within the castle walls, having gone with Tommen instead of Joffrey. Jasmyn, she was a young woman, very beautiful with a hint of exotic look in her eyes so Rhaenyra had a positive idea of what she did in King's Landing. "Hello Jasmyn," Rhaenyra greeted softly as the girl smiled softly. "How was your travel?" she asked as the brunette shrugged.
"It was… fine," she looked down in discomfort.
"Were you hurt?" the Dragon mother frowned as her hands rested against her growing stomach.
"No, nothing like that!" the girl spoke as Lynara offered wine for the woman who smiled. "Thank you," she whispered. "A few of us fled the city when the riot hit, we took what jewels we could and fled. Ros had snuck us out the back, she told us to head North, it's the safest," at that the queen frowned.
"I take it they do not know of the Ironborn raiding the shoreline," she thought out loud as Jasmyn's eyes widened.
"No! Gods, no, w-what?"
"Balon Greyjoy decided to take it upon himself to call himself King of the Iron Islands and attack the North while we went South to rescue our Princesses," Rhaenyra informed as the woman frowned.
"It's actually just Princess Sansa, Your Grace," Jasmyn spoke as Rhaenyra's eyes widened as Lynara dropped the trey with a horrified gasp.
"You mean you did not see Arya?" Rhaenyra asked alarmed.
"No, Your Grace. I'm so sorry," Jasmyn hated that she was giving the horrible news.
"That must mean she either escaped or…" Ser Barristan trailed off not wanting to admit it.
"No, she's alive," Rhaenyra determined, her dreams she's been starting to get were worrying her. The last time she saw Arya she heard 'Arry' and she looked like a boy. "Our Wolf Princess is stubborn and she is smarter than Sansa about surviving during the ending, she would have known," Rhaenyra hoped her dream meant her good sister was alive.
"I am sure, I overheard from some soldiers that the northern child was quite the handful," that gained a laugh from the northern maid who cleaned up her mess as Rhaenyra smiled.
"That she is," the Queen spoke softly before sighing. "But thank you for bringing the news from King's Landing, you will be compensated and if you wish you could remain within the camp or at Riverrun," she offered as Jasmyn smiled.
"I would not mind staying until I decide," she shrugged as Rhaenyra smiled and nodded.
"Lynara," her maid bowed her head as she offered her hand in the direction to lead the young woman. "I hope you enjoy your stay, Lady Jasmyn," Rhaenyra hoped as she smiled and nodded, following the maid who talked to her. The moment she left Rhaenyra dropped her smile. "Do you trust her?" she asked her knight who shook his head.
"I cannot be sure Your Grace," he looked out. "She sounded genuine in her report," he spoke, having a good judge of character from being in King's Landing.
"So King's Landing is falling to ruin," she muttered thinking how with it's two food sources cut off they were not so invincible.
"My Lady," a younger mid ran in, out of breath. "Lady Catelyn has arrived," she spoke her tone thick.
"Thank you," Rhaenyra answered before standing up as Ser Barristan stood, waiting for the queen to leave first as the maid already stepped back. Both followed the queen out as she searched for her husband, Rhaenys shrieked at her as she landed. "Hello love, where is your father?" she asked smiling as the female growled softly before flying off in the direction of the camp as her mother followed. The soldiers greeted her with smiles and bows as she smiled to them all, Lynara fought to have that crown on her head so she agreed and froze when she found Robb smiling to a strange woman as they talked. Rhaenys landed with a hateful shriek as the woman who screamed in alarm as Robb frowned, but laughed when she all but climbed him in wanting his attention. Rhaenyra inhaled deeply and held her head high as she marched to her husband, Ser Barristan smiled at seeing her steel herself instead of getting angry.
"Robb," Rhaenyra called out, her eyes piercing the girl who backed away fearfully. The Queen's eyes held ice in them as she kissed her husband as they both pet Rhaenys' cheek who purred but hissed at the stranger. "Your mother has arrived," she told him as he nodded, all but pushing the dragon off. "Who is this?" she asked, tone formal as Robb tried to wave the woman closer but she refused. Realizing that the Queen was obviously showing her unwelcome to her as she stared into the ice filled eyes of the violet-eyed Targaryen.
"Lady Talisa Maegyr," he introduced as the dark skinned woman did a weak curtsy as her maid sighed sharply. She was from Catelyn's household, so she was very strict like her septas.
"I don't recognize that name," she spoke confused as Ser Barristan spoke up.
"It's not Westerosi, Your Grace," he claimed. Showing his support of no strange women around his leaders as the dragon growled sharply.
"I am from Volantis, Your Grace," Talisa spoke, her accent thick which made Rhaenyra's eye twitch. She recognized that voice.
"Apparently she's been with us for a few weeks, I just meet her today," Robb spoked as his wife smiled to him. "She's a healer, heals both ours and the Lannisters," he shrugged as she frowned softly.
"She heals our enemies and remains in our camp?" she asked as Catelyn came into view.
"You enemies are not my enemies," Talisa spoke, her tone hardening a bit before Rhaenys growled deeper not liking her tone, slowly facing the woman as she flinched.
"Then you should not be within our camp," Catelyn commented as her son beamed before frowning at her tone. "I hear that the Baratheons are with us," she greeted as he nodded when Talisa disappeared with the queen's eyes watching her retreat as they talked about the treaty. "How could you marry off Rickon?" she asked as Robb sighed.
"Mother, Rickon is our youngest Prince, Bran cannot sire children," Robb revealed as Rhaenyra returned to their side after sending off the dragon who joined her sisters in fighting for a steer. Grey Wind was chewing on a calf, Alysanne tried to steal his before he growls but she'd growl back with a whine and still tried to steal it. Grey Wind glared as she gnawed on the head, it was already scorched from them burning the herd that came to them. The direwolf tore into the inside of the prey as Alysanne ate the head, making sure not to bite the wolf.
"He is a good choice Cat, as my son is already promised to a Frey," Rhaenyra growled out making her mother by law glare at her.
"We had to secure our crossing," she hissed out.
"Walder Frey got more out of our deal than we did," Rhaenyra snarled out. "Welcome back Lady Stark," she snarled out as she walked away her knight and maid following.
XXV
Rhaenyra checked on Baela who was now sleeping on her side, she started to move on her own and would wake soon. Her fever was gone and her would healed perfectly, Maester Lyon had agreed that Oberyon had took care of the wound.
"She should wake in no time Your Grace," he smiled before asking to check her over. "How are you faring?" he asked as she told him, occasionally she'd be sick in the morning and noticed her craving heavy meats with bloody conditions. He laughed and claimed it was common to crave certain things, she seemed to crave bloody meats and sweet fruits, Doran has still been sending fruits to them as he worried for their food situation. Robb worried more that Doran would not have enough for his people, despite Ellaria and her girls reassuring Robb that their Prince was doing it right and smart for both people. "Worry not, Your Grace. I tend to her day and night and her mother is always at her side as well," Maester Lyon spoke as she smiled and told him farewell before continuing on to her chambers. Once she entered she started to strip when she saw the bath ready as her maid from earlier, Sauna, was putting lavender and rose in it.
"Sauna," Rhaenyra called out as her maid jumped to be of assistance to her queen. "How long have you been a maid here?" she asked as the girl thought.
"Since I was brought in by Lord Hoster," she mentioned the dying lord with a sad look. "I was ten," she smiled as Rhaenyra returned it having stripped to her slip as her hair was free and blowing.
"Do you know the woman, Talisa Maegyr?" she asked as the maid froze.
"The foreigner from earlier?" she asked wanting to know. At her queen's nod the young woman stood still for a moment with a frown. "She appeared a few weeks before you returned, she was seen healing a number of Lannister soldiers," Sauna revealed.
"Why the hell is she here?" Rhaenyra did not want her around her dragons or her unborn child.
"She is a good healer, I believe," Sauna spoke not sure. "But she seems to have eyes for the King," she warned as Rhaenyra froze.
"I beg your pardon?" the queen's tone went back to ice as Sauna froze in fear.
"I have noticed she would watch the King, he is a good looking man, but a married man of all. The healer needs to learn her place," Sauna spoke as her leader nodded.
"Yes, she does," Rhaenyra agreed as she allowed the maid to strip her completely and then submerged herself in the tub. "Sauna, would you mind aiding Lynara in being my maid until Baela and Valaena come back?" Rhaenyra started to clean herself as the maid froze in shock.
"Oh, yes, of course, Your Grace," Sauna knew that Rhaenyra was cautious on who she allowed near herself. Especially now during her pregnancy, she continued to wash the queen as they listened to the shrieks of the dragons.
XXV
(Qarth)
Daenerys was seen walking around Qarth as Xaro joined. "So tell me what is your next move of plan? What will you do?" he asked as they walked through the city.
"Well I plan to sail back to Westeros and take back the Iron Throne," Daenerys spoke easily. She felt confident in her plan.
"Why?" Xaro asked curious.
"Because they are mine," she was a bit confused by his question.
"But do you not have an elder sister?" Xaro had heard about Rhaenyra Targaryen as well, he vied for information on her. Daenerys bit her lip in frustration about being reminded of her elder sister.
"Yes, but she is married." Surely her sister would not try and take the throne from her as she already had her own lands in the North, Daenerys would've left the Starks alone should she do so.
"But a child of Westeros. I overhear she is in a war for the throne, along with her husband and three dragons. Crowned Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen of the North and the Trident," he spoke as Daenerys froze.
"W-what?" Daenerys was horrified to hear her sister had dragons as well and was called Queen.
"Yes. Ones quite bigger than your own young ones," he motioned as Daenerys continued to walk with him. "She even is in an alliance with the Baratheon brothers and Dorne," Xaro spoke as Daenerys frowned before pinching her lips in anger.
Later in her rooms. "How could you not tell me?!" Daenerys roared to Ser Jorah, who frowned.
"Tell you what?" he cautioned around the dragons who growled and ate.
"That my sister is reigned 'Queen Rhaenyra' and is going after my throne," Daenerys angrily snarled as Ser Jorah thought.
"I heard nothing of importance about your sister," he tried as she scoffed.
"And your information also missed her three growing dragons," she talked like she did to a child. "It is reported they are well the size of hounds. How long has she had them?" Daenerys felt betrayed by her twin sister.
"You have to remember she thought you dead after Khal Drogo," Ser Jorah spoke before adding. "Earlier before I arrived I overheard someone say she has been at her husband's mother's lands in the Riverlands," he spoke to appease her. "Write to her."
"Why would I write to her?" Daenerys snarled as she fed her children.
"You two are the last Targaryens alive, trust me Khaleesi, if you ask I am sure your sister will support you when you arrive," he urged as she froze and looked to the side.
"There it is, 'trust me'," her tone soft. "How can you promise something about a woman you do not know?" she asked as she watched the streets.
"Because the love you two created over the bonds of letters. You love your twin, she is your other half," he was grasping at straws as Daenerys breathed deeply.
"I will think about it," Daenerys hissed out as Ser Jorah bowed his head and left. She continued to stare out the city as her dragons cried out from their cages.
XXV
Rhaenyra was seen combing through her long hair as her husband entered, he paused at seeing her sitting there in a thin shift and with how she reclined he spied her growing belly. A small hum was leaving her as she continued.
"What song are you singing I've never heard it before," he startled her as she looked back to him with a sharp exhale.
"A song Shireen taught me," she spoke as he stripped down to nothing, hiding nothing as his wife looked to him. "Or one her fool taught her actually."
"Sweet girl?" he asked, hugging her from behind as she moaned softly. His large hands spread across her growing belly before going up to tweak her nipples through her slip.
"Very," Rhaenyra agreed as his lips found her neck as she smirked. He continued to suckle and fondle her chest. "Rickon will like her," she spoke as he hummed softly. Enjoying his wife's taste and soft skin he slowly pushed her to stand so he could strip her slip, already he could see the swell grow, his little bundle. Pressing the most loving kiss to her tiny belly, she giggled softly, fingers tangling in his hair as his lips went further. A small moan slipped past her lips as he continued to suck on her flesh before she fell against the furs as her body arched up. Whimpers fell from her lips as he continued to suckle and nip her bud and lips. Her body was completely numb when he finished as she heavily shivered, sweaty and out of breath as he watched, a satisfying smirk danced across his face.
"You are evil," she hissed, chest taking in shaky breaths. He laughed deeply, wiping his mouth before covering her lips with his as one of her legs wrapped around his as he slowly entered her as she growled. "Hurry up!" she tried to urge him on as he stayed still with a smirk.
"Lie still wife," he demanded as she scoffed, biting back a moan when he moved his hips sharply. He pinned her hands which pushed her breasts up as her eyes fell shut when he continued to fuck her.
"Faster," she moaned in desperation, squeezing her walls as he faltered, kissing her once more he shifted his hips before hitting her sweet spot as Rhaenyra clung to his shoulders as he forced his tongue in her mouth, biting her lips and tongue as she brought him closer. "Make me cum Robb," she begged as he exhaled shakily as he shifted himself to not harm her stomach despite her attempts to pull him closer. "Please," she begged in his ear as he groaned loud.
"Very well," he trailed a hand down to her nub as he bit her neck. Thrusting a few more times before stilling as he came inside as she snapped and wailed softly before he stole another kiss, tongues fighting for dominance.
"I love you," she spoke in delight once they separated. "Always," Rhaenyra smirked as he grinned down and whispered his own love for her. They coiled up together as they laid in bed, talking about everything. Their hands never leaving the bundle even as she went to sleep, he remained awake as he kept a hand over her growing stomach. He did not care if the babe was a boy or a girl. Healthy is all he wanted.
'I love you both,' he prayed as she clutched his hand tighter on reflex.
XXV
"Watch out!"
"No!"
"You can't-"
"She's my daughter!"
"Millions of people live there!"
"Dracarys," black and blue flames covered everything.
Voices raced through Baela's mind as she woke with a shock, gasping softly as the maester joined her sight.
"My Lady," he smiled as she frowned.
"Maester Lyon?" she asked as he nodded.
"Easy now child. You are recovering from the attack on the castle. It has been a week," he spoke as she slowly sat up and held herself up, looking around before hearing the shrieks of the dragons and froze. Slowly looking over she paled at seeing the size of the dragons in the distance.
"They've grown," she spoke as he nodded.
"Yes they have. I was quite surprised myself," he commented as she looked to him stunned. "I believe a few people will be glad to see you awake," he moved to show her mother sleeping in a chair, uncomfortably, with a blanket over her shoulders. Smiling softly Baela gently reached over and shook her mother's shoulder. Valaena shot up and looked at her daughter shocked.
"Bae? Baela!" she embraced her daughter with tears in her eyes. Wincing softly Baela giggled softly and nose bumped her mother who laid her forehead to hers. "You scared me girl," she scolded as the young woman smiled.
"I'm sorry Mama," she cried while hugging her once more.
"How do you feel My Lady?" Maester Lyon asked as Baela shrugged.
"I feel fine," she reassured him as she moved a bit before wincing. "Okay, I am wrong," Baela eased back against her pillow.
"It's alright, you just heal and relax, I'll be right here with you," Valaena promised as Baela groaned.
"Too much for me," she spoke as her mother glared softly, Maester Lyon chuckled as he prepared a sleeping draught for her.
XXV
Rhaenyra woke to her husband kissing her stomach as she sighed.
"Are you going to be obsessed with my stomach this entire pregnancy?" she wanted to know in case she needed to start sleeping in a slip.
"Maybe," he chuckled at her reaction as she grunted before making him get off. Knocking interrupted them.
"My Lady?" Sauna's voice came as Rhaenyra retrieved her robe.
"New maid?" Robb asked curious.
"Until Valaena and Baela come back. Yes Sauna? Come in," she ushered as Robb placed his own robe on. The maid nearly leapt out of her skin when she saw Robb there and walked carefully to her queen as Lynara entered with Ellaria who smiled to Robb.
"Good morning, Your Grace," she bowed her head as Robb smiled.
"Good morning, Lady Ellaria," he greeted as he disappeared behind something to dress quickly. Ellaria happily reclined on the bed as she watched the women shed the robe from her body and find her a clean slip.
"My, my. A wolf must've ravished you last night," the Dornish woman smirked as Rhaenyra blushed at her boldness. Lynara cleared her throat with a grin as Sauna paused for a second.
"And if he had My Lady?" she asked curious as the dornish woman grinned at the counter the queen gave back.
"Must have been fun," she joined in finding a dress for Rhaenyra to wear.
"It was," Rhaenyra watched her husband disappear as he gave her a lustful look when she touched her belly. She joined as the women dressed her while Ellaria touched her belly.
"Please ask if you have any questions," she requested having been pregnant a few times as Rhaenyra nodded.
"I appreciate that Ellaria, Catelyn has not been as open with me nor does she know yet," she admitted as Lynara spoke up.
"She knows, found out when she entered camp," Lynara tied her sash as Rhaenyra winced, her mother in law was probably upset that she did not tell her herself.
"Your Grace," another maid came into the room. "Baela is awake," she smiled as Rhaenyra beamed.
XXV
Rhaenyra was seen walking into the infirmary where Baela was as many gave happy 'Your Grace' to the queen who greeted them as well.
"Rhae," Baela spoke in relief and stunned disbelief in seeing a growing belly. "Your pregnant," she smiled as Rhaenyra giggled.
"I wanted to tell you the moment I returned but then this happened," Rhaenyra frowned as Baela frowned with her.
"I heard about what happened, are you alright?" she asked as her queen nodded with a small nod.
"Yes I am fine. But I wanted to come check on you to make sure you were alright," Rhaenyra spoke as Baela smiled.
"I am too. I saw the size of the dragons," Baela nodded to the window where the creatures flew around.
"Is that good or bad?" Rhaenyra gave a small chuckle and tiny smile as Baela continued to look at them.
"Good. I guess," Baela smirked. Looking to her queen with a frown. "Who will replace me?" she was curious.
"I will be here until your mother and you, return, Baela," Sauna smiled to her friend who grinned. Relieved it was someone she actually liked, not many did because of who she was, not only a bastard but Jaime's daughter as well.
"Oh good, I thought you'd get stuck with a prude," she joked as everyone laughed, Ellaria smiled as she continued to watch the interaction between Rhaenyra and Baela. Finding the true love between them as normal leaders do not get this close to their servants, but she was kin to Rhaenyra so it was personal. Obara had already sent Oberyn's little present to the Small Council in regards to the attack, she could only grin and think about their reactions to that. The Maester requested everyone to let Baela rest so she can heal faster soon after and Rhaenyra agreed, telling her she'd reassure everyone that Baela was well.
As they left Rhaenyra was called by a guard who ran up to her, offering her a message as she took it before pausing and smiled to her group before ushering them off beside Ser Barristan who watched her with caution. Knowing he won't leave, together they marched off to find her husband, she needed to show him this. As she was marching through camp she found Greatjon, Rickard Karstark and her husband talking with Theon about something. It was about his family's ships, he was trying to tell them what he remembered.
"I-I don't remember much, honest," he looked defeated when he told them this.
"Ah, it's alright lad. You will give us all we need, you were young," Greatjon spoke deeply as he spotted their queen. "Your Grace! Your glowing!" he beamed at seeing her coming through, her belly was slowly growing and most of her dresses were still not fitted completely for it, but Catelyn and Ellaria was in fact having new dresses tailored and made for her something Baela and her mother joined the moment they heard, Baela was better than her own lady at sewing, which many laughed about.
"Thank you Greatjon, but I will admit, some days I don't feel the best," she admitted, thinking about her sick mornings, most she felt fine, but there were those days when she could not leave the bed from sickness. Dragonstone felt those most of all so Valaena took care of them a lot, but here Robb almost refused to leave sometimes, he was forced by the sick woman herself.
"They all feel that, Your Grace," Lord Karstark spoke softly as Torrhen joined them, he had been brought back but was taking a good porton to go relieve some of their people against the Ironborn.
"Please excuse me My Lords, might I steal my husband?" she asked as they all nodded.
"Of course Your Grace," they bowed their heads as Robb smirked. "Your Grace," they bowed to him as well before leaving as she nodded to Ser Barristan who nodded back before leaving, he usually would go and watch the people while on his free time. He liked it, he could pinpoint certain loyalties and understand the bond of the Northerners better.
"We have some news from the South," she smiled as he eagerly took the letter, recognizing the High Valyrian instantly he got to work phrasing the letter correctly before beaming as she grinned just as happily. "We'll have her soon," she whispered pressing the happiest kiss as he fondled her belly softly.
"I love you," he would say it until the end of his days. As would she.
XXV
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