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Prologue
Rhaenyra Targaryen screamed in pain. She is in labor for her very soon-to-be heir. 'I have already miscarriage from the first year in my marriage. This time, I will deliver my heir now.'
She roared like the dragon she is! She heaves and puffs to deliver her heir. Sweating is covering her skin and hair is sticking on her.
She comes too far to stop now! All her plans to ensured that she remains the heir must come to fruition.
Rhaenyra had suffered through many trials in her life. From the moment of her birth and the death of her mother when she failed to deliver her stillborn brothers.
Her father Viserys I Targaryen declared her his legitimate 'Heir' to the Iron Throne. How exciting that is for her. She will be the first queen of the whole seven kingdoms!
It was going well.
That is until that bitch took her mother's place!
Alicent Hightower.
It was all planned by that Green Bitch! Otto Hightower deceived her father to marry his daughter and be a mother to her. They were close like a mother to a daughter, but that two-face bitch revealed her plans the moment when her son, Aegon Targaryen was born!
Alicent tried many times to persuade or push forward that Aegon is his heir to the throne when everyone knows that the throne was promised to her! His true heir of a daughter!
'Not this time!' Rhaenyra straightening her back to make a final delivering her son now! 'I will make that bitch pay! I will show my rivals that I have no equal. I will give them,'
"FIRE AND BLOOD!"
Rhaenyra shouted out her family words and pain was finally leaving her.
"AAH! AAH!"
A shrill of her child cried healthy and strong!
She laid back on the bed and cries happily. 'I did it!'
Nurses are cleaning her help while Grand Maester Orwyle is checking her heir.
"What is it?" She huffs as she turns her head looking at the back of the Grand Maester Orwyle. "My heir," She whispers as she wanted to reach towards her child.
"Everything is fine, princess." Grand Maester Orwyle then presented her child in his arms. "Congratulations, princess. It is a lovely daughter."
Wait, what?
That word daughter. The same words that were taunted and meant to spite her. It was that curse words that made her wish that she was born a man.
Rhaenyra is not sure how she feels about having a daughter of her own. Disappointed? Yes.
When Orwyle placed her daughter into her arms. One looked at her daughter. She had the coloring of Targaryen, but her features look like her mother.
She has instantly fallen in love with her child. It is amazing how one looks at her daughter, she already wanted to protect and make sure she is beloved.
Rhaenyra may have been disappointed, but her daughter is her heir. Like Viserys made Rhaenyra the heir, so shall be her daughter.
"Daenys. You will be named after Lady Daenys Targaryen. Daenys the Dreamer who gave our family prophetic dreams and vision that brought us where we are. You will guide our family to a greater legacy. You will not be denied anything. You are my daughter no matter what anyone said. You are mine forever."
Rhaenyra 'Husband' and his family came inside to welcome their new family member. Ravens had been sent out to all the Lords and Ladies of all Seven kingdoms for Daenys Velaryon has been born.
Rhaenyra wondered what would happen if she was born a boy. However, her daughter is perfect no matter what anyone said.
In her private time, she decided to spend time with her daughter alone. However, she was alone for long.
The door slowly opened and revealed Ser Harwin Strong.
No one shall know who the father of her child is. Rhaenyra decided that in private Ser Harwin will be a father to her daughter to love and hold.
"I present to you, her true father. Daenys, heir to the Iron throne." She places her. No, their daughter into his strong arms.
Ser Harwin looks speechless and tears that he tries to prevent from falling, yet they came on their own. "My daughter." He repeated the words and rocked her gently in his arms. Rhaenyra came towards them and hugged them into her arms as she could.
'In another world, Ser Harwin would have been my true husband and true father to our daughter.' Crying silently as she hugged her beloved as tight as she could.
One day, they will live in a better world.
For now, they need to survive.
For the sake of one Throne.
Who will win?
Greens?
Blacks?
Rhaenyra knew that she will have to live long enough to see the result of her goals.
Unknown to Rhaenyra, Daenys is the key to ending the civil war.
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Inspires by Sage1988 stories.