AN: Fancast of characters so far Jamie Bower Campbell as Rhaegar, Jessica Brown Findlay as Lyanna Stark(Flashbacks), Sonam Kapoor as Elia Martell(Flashbacks), Matthew McNulty as Brandon Stark (Flashbacks), Vincent Regan as Rickard Stark (Flashbacks), Sam Claflin as young Benjen Stark (Flashbacks), Henry Cavill as William Dayne bastard son of Brandon Stark and Ashara Dayne, Clive Standen as Cregan Dayne bastard son of Brandon Stark and Ashara Dayne, Eva Green as Ashara Dayne, David Gandy as young Robert Baratheon (Flashbacks), Toby Stevens as Jon Connington and Jason Isaacs as Aerys II Targaryen (Flashbacks). Crossposted on Archive of Our Own.
Chapter 3
Illyrio Mopatis's Manse, Pentose Essos 298 AC
Arthur woke from the first good night's sleep he'd had in years. Illyrio and Rhaegar put him up in a comfortable room. He and Rhaegar had talked for hours. well after the sun had come up.
He'd missed breaking his fast earlier in the morning. When he got out of bed, clean clothes had been left out for him. His boots had been shined for the first time in years. Getting dressed, Arthur wandered the halls of Illyrio Mopatis's Manse.
Arthur stopped one of the servants in the hall. Asking where the dining hall was. She pointed him in the general direction.
Rheagar was already there, with Jon Connington sitting beside him. A very grown-up Prince Viserys sat sulking at the table. Rhaegar had told him what his idiotic brother had done. Making a deal with Khal Drogo in exchange for Princess Daenerys's hand in marriage.
Naturally, Rhaegar had hit the roof and torn strips of Viserys. Things with Khal Drogo had been settled. The payment hadn't been cheap. An undisclosed amount of gold and silver. The fearsome Dothraki Horselord seemed pleased with the payment he received instead of taking Princess Daenerys's hand in marriage.
"Arthur, you're awake. Did you sleep well?"Rhaegar looked up, spotting him.
"I did, my prince. Prince Viserys, it has been some years." Arthur turned to Viserys.
"I'm sorry, am I supposed to know you?"
"Viserys, this is Ser Arthur Dayne. An old and loyal friend. He served our father in the Kingsguard," Rhaegar said in introducing Viserys to the famed Sword of the Morning.
"And where were you the day Jamie Lannister stabbed our father in the back?"
"Arthur was in Dorne, protecting my wife and unborn child." Rhaegar barely looked at his brother. There was no love between the pair. Viserys was Aerys come again.
"That Northern Whore you ran off with causing a war. We lost everything. Because you decided to get your dick wet."
Rhaegar said nothing, rising from his chair. Drawing back a fist. SMACK. He hit Viserys hard in the jaw. The force of the punch sent Viserys's chair flying backward.
"Don't you ever talk about my wife like that? Do I make myself clear, Visery? Rhaegar roared at his younger brother. The younger Targaryen prince had it coming. Queen Lyanna was nothing like that. Prince Rhaegar, Princess Elia, and Lyanna loved one another so deeply. Rhaegar was still mourning their deaths all these years later.
Dany and Rhaenys had been coming down the hall towards the dining hall. Viserys came storming out of the room, a scowl on his face and a bruise starting to form on his cheek. Neither of them had to guess who it had been that had hit Viserys.
He seemed to have a knack for getting under Rhaegar's skin and knowing which buttons to press for Rhaegar to lose his temper with him.
Rhaegar was not alone in the room; Jon Connington was there, as was another man. Rhaenys couldn't help thinking she knew the man from many years ago when she was a child. Perhaps before the rebellion.
"Rhaeanys, Dany, there's someone I want to meet. A dear old friend of mine, Ser Arthur Dayne He severed our family for many years before and during the Rebellion." Rhaegar made the introduction.
Ser Arthur Dayne Rhaenys had called him Arty, much to his horror.
"The famed Sword of the Morning. I thought you were killed in the Rebellion" Dany questioned.
"I would have well been done if not Lord Howland Reed."
"Isn't he one of Lord Stark's bannermen?" Rhaenys looked at her father.
"He is. Howland is loyal to us. Arthur comes bearing more good news. You'll want to be sitting down for this Rhaneys."
"What news, Father?" Rhaenys asked, eager to hear what it was that Ser Arthur had come to tell them.
"Your brother lives Rhaneys. Daemon, Lord Stark took him in, raising him disguised as his bastard son Jon Snow. Benjen Stark has gone to Winterfell to get him and bring him back to Greywater Watch.
It seems there is another Targaryen in the North. Your second Great Uncle. Aemon Targaryen, son of Maeker I and brother of Aegon V, He was at Castle Black. I'd feared he'd died in the years since we last corresponded.
He's a hundred-name days old now. Arthur tells me he was released from his vows by the Lord Commander of Night's Watch to live the rest of the days out with his family. He is at Greywater Watch right now." Rhaegar recalled to them what Arthur had told him earlier that morning.
His daughter was taken aback by the news that her baby brother was alive after all these years of thinking him dead.
"What is he? I mean Daemon like Ser Arthur."
"I don't know Princess. I haven't seen him since he was a babe mere days old. Lord Stark took him to Winterfell. Howland has seen him once or twice over the years. Lord Stark raised him as if he were his own son.
Lord Stark's Lady wasn't so kind. I heard," Arthur said carefully.
"She beat my son."
"Not that I know of my Prince. Nothing like that. From what Howland said and Jojen, Lord Reed's son has seen in his visions. There are many ways to abuse someone other than through physical violence.
Her treatment of him was worse when Lord Stark was away fighting the Greyjoy Rebellion. The poor lad was sent to bed with no food, confined to his room—well, it's more like a cell—for days.
She's careful what she does around Lord Stark. She's made his life a misery, from what I can work out.
All this could have been avoided. Howland offered to take Daemon in when he was a babe. Raise him at Greywater Watch. But Eddard wouldn't hear of it. He's my blood; I will raise him as my own, was his reasoning." Arthur answered as best he could.
"Lord Reed's son saw things in visions; what does that mean?" Daenerys asked.
"He has what is called green sight. He sees things from the present, sometimes from the past and future." Arthur answered Dany's question.
"What of Lord's Stark children? How did they treat my brother?" Rhaenys spoke up after a few minutes of silence fell between the group.
"From what Jojen saw, Daemon was close with four of Lord Stark's children, except his eldest daughter. She takes after Lady Stark in that regard. But she is a child."
Kingsroad, 298 AC
They'd been on the road south for some days now. Ned's mind had been on Bran, but mostly on his nephew and sister. Daemon and Lyanna. The boy was safe from Robert's grasp. With Benjen heading to the Wall.
He'd kept his promise, protecting Daemon for the last seventeen years. Once at the Wall, he'd be safe. He'd sworn Benjen to never breathe a word of who Daemon really was. The truth would do no one any good.
How many lives had been destroyed as a result of the rebellion? He'd lost his father, elder brother, and only sister. What good would come from telling Jon the truth about his parentage? If he wanted to take back his throne,
The realm had bled through one brutal war seventeen years ago. What good would it do for the kingdoms to tear themselves apart fighting for the damn throne?
"Gods this is country," Robert said, turning back and walking back to where Ned sat. "I have half a mind to leave them all behind and keep going." Robert sat back down.
"Half a mind to go with you," Ned uttered.
"What do you say? You and me on the Kingsroad, swords at our sides, a couple of tavern wenches to warm out beds tonight." Robert asked between bites.
"You should have asked me twenty years ago."
"There were wars to fight and women to marry. I never had a chance to be young." Robert broke up the piece of chicken he was eating.
"I recall a few chances." Ned cracked a smile, rubbing his beard.
Robert wheezed with laughter. "There was that one girl. Oh, what was her name, that common girl of yours? Becca, with her great big tits, you bury your face in."
"Bessie, and she was one of yours," Ned corrected.
"Bessie. Thank the Gods for Bessie and her tits."Robert chuckled, reminiscing about the nights he'd spent with Bessie and her tits. "What was yours called, Elena or Sara? Your bastard's mother."
"Wylla!" Ned uttered, looking away. Memories of finding Lyanna dying in that Tower of Childbirth came flashing back into his mind.
"Wylla, that's it. Most have been a rare woman to get Eddard Stark to forget his honor and being a married man to fuck her. You never said what she looked like."
"Nor will I. What good does dragging the past do, Robert? She's dead; let her rest in peace." Eddard looked away uncomfortably.
"We were at war. None of us knew if we'd live to see the following morning. You're too hard on yourself; you always have been." Ned barely looked at Robert. There was a slight flash of anger in his gray eyes. "If I wasn't your king, I would have sworn you would have hit me already."
"The worst thing about your coronation. I'll never get to hit you again."Ned changed the subject.
"Trust me, that's not the worst thing." Robert unrolled the scroll he'd been given last night, handing it to Ned. "There was a rider in the night."
"Daenerys Targaryen has wed some Dothraki Horse-Lord. What of it?" Ned rolled up the scroll, putting it back on the table. "Should we send her a wedding gift?"
"A knife, a sharp one. With a good man to wield it."
"She is little more than a child," Ned argued.
"And soon enough, that child will spread her legs and start breeding."
"Tell me we're not speaking of this." Ned will never forget the sight of Prince Rhaegar's widow and children wrapped up, their bodies butchered. Little Rhaenys Targaryen was stabbed half a hundred times. Aegon Targaryen was still a babe at Elia Martell's breast. His head caved in so badly that it was unrecognizable. And Elia, Gods Elia Martell, was raped and then cleaved in half by the greatsword of Ser Gregor Clegan, Tywin Lannister's mad dog.
"It's unspeakable to you. What her father did to your father and brother was unspeakable. What Rhaegar Targaryen did to your sister, the woman I loved, That was unspeakable. I'll kill every Targaryen I get my hands on."
"You can't get your hands on this one, can you?" Ned's temper flared; he was not speaking of Daenerys Targaryen. But Daemon Targaryen, his nephew,
"This Khal Drogo, it's said he has a hundred thousand men in his hoard."
"Even a million Dothraki are no threat to the realm. As long as they remain on the other side of the Narrow Sea. They have no ships, Robert," Ned argued.
"There are still those in the Seven Kingdoms that call me Usuper. That Targaryen boy crosses with a Dothraki Hoard at his back. The scum will join him."
"He will not cross. And if by chance he does, we'll throw him back into the sea," Ned argued, an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He hoped that Jon/Daemon really was on his way to the Wall. Because if Benjen had broken his word and told him the truth, The realm would bleed once again.
"There's a war coming, Ned. I don't know when or who we'll be fighting. But it's coming."
Greywater Watch, the Neck
298 AC.
It had been a little over a week since we had arrived at Greywater Watch. The Cregan Lords had come a few days after we arrived, swearing loyalty to House Targaryen. Maester Aemon wasn't my only family at Greywater Watch, where I was meeting for the first time.
My cousins William and Cregan Dayne, the twin bastard sons of my Uncle Brandon Stark and Lady Ashara Dayne, were both as different as night and day. Cregan was more Stark both in looks and his wolf-blood temper, than William was. William was the more level-headed of the two. He took more after his mother than Uncle Brandon, but he was still a Stark.
The day had been spent sparring in the yard. Myself teaching Edd, Grenn, Pyp, and Samwell to use a sword. Sam's progress was still slow but was coming along steadily. Edd, Grenn, and Pyp could spar amongst themselves. Sam would still require one-on-one lessons for a time.
Will and Cregan joined us out in the yard. Uncle Benjen came later in the day, joining us as we trained.
I was cleaning up in my chambers when there was a knock. "It's open," I say, splashing water on my face from a bowl of water.
"Daemon, do you have a minute?" It was Uncle Benjen.
"Sure, what is it?" I turned to face him, drying my face and hands.
"Howland found this with your mother thing at the Tower of Joy. I think she would have wanted you to have it, Daemon." Uncle Benjen handed me the necklace. It was a wolf pendant held by two dragons' heads.
"Thank you, Uncle Benjen. Was there anything else?" I put on the necklace.
"Aye. If what Aemon says is true about the White Walkers, someone should be there to broker peace with the Wilidings. Convince the Nothern Lords that the threat beyond the Wall is real and not just a children's tale."
"I thought you didn't want to go back to Wall. Can't Lord Commander Mormont handle it?" I asked, getting a clean shirt and slipping it on over my head.
"He can, but making peace with Wildings will put a target on his back. Some people have long memories. We've been at war with the Wildings for thousands of years. Some things are not so easily forgiven. As the North likes to say, the North remembers."
"They seem a little too fond of that saying. Are there any Targaryen loyalists among the Night Watchmen?" I ask.
"Our Master at Arms, Ser Alliser Thorne, fought on the side of the Targaryens during the rebellion. For this, he was sentenced to take the black"
"What kind of man is he, Uncle Benjen?" I strapped my sword belt on.
"Tough, not well-liked by the recruits. He's always been loyal to House Targaryen."
"You think he'd work with us and Lord Commander Mormont to broker peace with Mance Rayder and his armies? The longer they stay on the other side of the wall, the more of them become members of the dead's armies." I questioned.
"He might. Then again, he might not."
"What if I sent a Raven to Castle Black for both Ser Alliser and Lord Commander Mormont, detailing who I am and what needs to be done? And you've been released from your vows from the Night's Watch and pardoned on my orders." I offered.
"It could work."
Skane Island, the North
298 AC
No one dared venture onto the Island of Skane off the Eastern Coast of the North, near the Bay of Seals. The common folk of mainland North says it's haunted, infested with Canniables. The inhabitants of the island had died long ago.
A great black beast had called the island home for 166 years. He had waited here for the one. His rider. A dragonwolf pup, the son of fire and ice The great black beast opened his green eyes for the first time in 166 years.
The dragons would rise again, returning to the world. He rose, walking out of the cave he'd been hidden away in. The ground shook and trembled as he walked to the mouth of the cave. His great, massive wings stretched out to their full length.
He took to the sky with a roar. Heading for his rider.
The dragon, known as Canniable, had returned.
Dragon Dream: Jon and Rhaenys
Rheanys now had a name for the handsome stranger she'd been dreaming about for years. Daemon, her baby brother. She wondered if he was as devilishly handsome in real life as he was in her dreams.
Rhaenys lay on her back, and Daemon removed his shirt, leaning down and kissing her. He took his big dick in hand, rubbing the head of his cock against the folds of her cunt.
She let out a small scream of pleasure as he was inside her with one powerful stroke. Daemon didn't hold back. Fucking her hard and fast. The bed creaked loudly over Deamon's grunts and Rhaenys's moans—the sound of skin slapping against skin.
"Kessa, daemon qogralbar nyke valonqar lēda bona rōva orvorta hen aōhon. Kessa paktot konīr. Oh qogralbar. Kessa Kessa," Rhaenys moaned in Valyrian. Yes, Daemon, fuck me, little brother, with that big cock of yours. Yes, right there. Oh fuck, yes, yes.
Daemon merely grunted as he picked up the pace at which he was pounding that beautiful twelve-inch cock of his in and out of her pussy. His balls slapped hard with each thrust.
"Oh, gods. I want to ride that big dick of yours." Rhaenys placed her hands on his chest.
"You love my big dick, don't you, big sister?" He laughed, rolling them over; now he was on his back and Rhaenys was on top.
"Gods I love it," She moaned as she started to ride her brother's cock.
Rhaeyns tits bouched as she rode her brother. Daemon rested his hands on her hips as he bounced her up and down on his cock. Her brother had amazing stamina. He could be up all night fucking her and Dany and still have more energy than those who were well-rested from a good night's sleep.
Daemon sucked on her tits as she rode him hard and fast. Rhaenys screamed almost loud enough to wake the dead as Daemon fucked her through her orgasm as she came all over his cock.
Daemon was still hard inside her. Rhae whined as he withdrew his cock. He got up on his knees. Rhaenys knew what he was going to do. She got onto all fours without him asking. They both loved this position, especially when Daemon took her hard and fast.
He licked and fingered at her cunt. Rhae's hand was clutched at the sheets, underneath her, as Daemon ate her cunt out. He gave her one last lick before rubbing the head of his cock against her cunt lips.
"Daemon, please..." Rhaenys was cut off as Daemon pushed inside of her with his big, 12-inch cock. Gods, she hoped he was as big in real life as he was in her dreams, and he was just as fucking fantastic in bed.
He took her hard and fast from behind. His balls slapped against her pussy as he fucked her. Rhaenys cum hard all over his cock for a second time. He slammed into her five times as he cum inside her.
He leaned his head against her sweaty back as they both caught their breath.
"Fucking hells"
"Fucking hells indeed, little brother," Rhaenys said, turning her head and pressing her lips against his.
On both sides of the Narrow seas Brother and sister woke up in a similar state. Wondering how long it would be before they met for real. And if what happened in their dreams would be the same as in reality,