The years that followed ever since Rhaegar became a King were rather peaceful and prosperous for many. A lot of marriages had taken place and a lot of babies had been born in both big but also small families.

To the far up North, young and future Warden, Brandon Stark had been married to Catelyn Tully of the Riverlands. Together, they had a couple of children; starting with their eldest Robb followed by Sansa, Arya and young Bran.

Everyone but young Arya seemed to share the reddish-brown hair of their mother and even the steel-blue eyes; making it evident which blood the gods favoured for them. Surprisingly, Arya did not look that much similar to either of her parents; and many joked it was her uncle Eddard that she seemed to match the most.

In the fertile land of the Reach, another couple had been blessed with at least one child. Cersei Lannister had been betrothed and later had been married to the Highgarden heir; Willas Tyrell. While mostly unhappy with the match, the union brought together the two most powerful families; making them a mighty ally and a fearsome enemy to those that wished to go against them.

Of course, Cersei would not make it easy for the limping man; heir or no heir. She allowed him to consummate the marriage but found no love growing for the intelligent man, who seemed to often spend too much time with his horses and his hawks.

Thankfully for her, Jaime had paid her a visit for the duration of the wedding; along with the Royal Family. And thus, on the last night before his departure; he slept with her and made up for all those promises they gave one another while growing up.

For despite the conditions of their lives, despite the changes and responsibilities; lust still resided when those two were left alone, especially with Cersei's charms and willingness to be with him.

As a cruel joke of fate, she ended up pregnant with his child and eventually birthed a boy; she named Joffrey. Golden hair and bright green eyes, the child was so much like her and Jaime; that Cersei fell in love with it and vowed mental promises to protect and nurture her little prince to the maximum.

To the other end of the Westerosi Continent, the Mighty Storm's End stood as a reminder of the battle-born and iron-willed family that ruled from it. Robert Baratheon, the rightful heir of the castle; had married Lyanna Stark soon after the Harrenhal Tourney.

However, the She-Wolf did not share any feelings for the man, who was her brother's best friend, and often refused to sleep with him; leading to fights and them sleeping in separate rooms. Surprisingly, Robert did not seem to mind that much for he soon found solace in the company of paid women; only angering his best friend for the harm he caused to his sister's reputation.

The honourable Eddard Stark, though, was also conflicted. Robert might cheat on Lyanna but by doing so, she was the happiest for she could be free to do what she pleased; even visit Winterfell and her siblings.

To the Crownlands, Elia Martel and Visenya Lannister did not bear any more children.

The primer was too weakened to survive another pregnancy and Rhaegar did not force her; for he did not wish to lead to her death. A part of him, one might question, just how fine he was with that decision; considering the growing concern that a dragon must always have three heads.

The latter simply did not seem to get pregnant again; despite the many nights she and Tywin would tangle themselves beneath their bed sheets. None seemed to mind, though, for they had more than enough children to look after and raise; even if Tywin still held some bitterness against his dwarf son.

293 AC – Red Keep, Kingslanding – Seat of Power: Rhaegar I Targaryen

The years passed and the children behind the tall walls of the famous Red Keep only grew with each change of the seasons. Having been raised together, special friendships had been formed between them; some stronger than others.

Daenerys and Jaenyra seemed to be the closest, having been born in the same year. As first cousins of the same age, one would be surprised to find one of the two girls and not the other close by.

Yet, their personalities differed quite but perhaps that was what made their bond so interesting; along with their lives.

On one particular day, the small group of royals and heirs had been attending a lesson with their Maester. However, having finished rather early; they were allowed to spend time in the room and supposedly; use the time wisely by studying.

That did not become the case for as soon as Maester Val left the room; each child moved to their own hobbies.

Daenerys had grabbed the wooden figure of a dragon that her uncle Oberyn had made when younger and held it close to her chest, like a baby. Since the subject of the day had been about the First Dance of the Dragons and the War between the Blacks and Greens, her mood had been rather bitter.

She adored dragons, often drawing them in her free time and she would beg her aunts or her mother to read her stories about them; happier ones of times Dragons flew above Westeros, their bodies casting a shadow over the cities whenever they passed above them.

She marched towards Jaenyra, who had taken a seat by the window ledge. Unlike the rest of her female cousins, the Half-Lioness did not seem to favour dresses as much and one would not be surprised to spot a pair of breeches beneath her rather short dresses.

Her white hair, just like her mother's, had a greyish hue; a hue which often seemed to match the shade of pure silver when the sunlight hit it. Her intelligent golden-flecked eyes were often cold and judging unless she spoke to her family; then they would be softer but far from truly innocent or kind.

Jaenyra had buried her nose behind a history book, talking about the great battles that took place on land between huge armies; such as those during the Blackfyre Rebellions or the attack at the Stepstones.

"Yes?" she asked, not once glancing from the old pages of the book; her attention remaining to the precious content.

"Do you think our family would ever fall apart like this? Over claims to the throne?" she asked, choosing to stand in front of her.

The question did not seem to surprise Jaenyra, since the young Dragon was often the most kind-hearted one; right after Rhaenys.

"Doubt it" Jaenyra answered as she flipped a page. "Aegon is the Crown Prince and the next in line, followed by Viserys. Neither you nor Rhaenys has any rights since you are girls while Trystan and I generally have no claim ever since that royal marriage decree"

As if she had heard them, the beautiful Rhaenys walked their way. While the two girls were barely past the 10, she had already reached her 12th nameday. Her dark brown curls fell gracefully on her sun-kissed face, bright violet eyes contrasting against the earthly colours while the beauty of Dorne was emitted from her.

"Why such gloom talk? We are all a big and happy family and we will remain such; as our parents did" she said, standing next to Daenerys and pulling her for a side hug.

"Ask her" Jaenyra commented as she focused back on her book. "She was the one, who asked. I simply gave a realistic answer"

Close by, young 10-year-old Aegon and 13-year-old Trystan; were locked in a fight with small wooden toy swords. They acted their roles as knights, deflecting blows and trying to disarm one another; both using their latest moves from their sparring lessons that had become more and more frequent for them.

Trystan eventually managed to disarm young Aegon; letting him pout in defeat. "You are rather sour, sister. I feel as if the sourness of our sister Cersei, had rubbed on you" he commented, having caught most parts of their conversation.

Not so long ago, Cersei had paid them a visit with Willas, Joffrey and young Margaery; since the Lioness did wish to see her family and also escape the never-ending-green of Highgarden. Of course, despite the spoilt boy she had raised; there was still bitterness behind her eyes and noticeable within her words.

She did not like how she was the only one sent away, while the rest of her family remained together in Kingslanding. The mood, of course, did change upon seeing Jaime and she even dared to spend some time with young Trystan and Jaenyra; although soon preferring her son over them.

"It is not sourness, it is called realism and not truly caring about unimportant issues" she corrected her brother.

While 3 years apart, those two were rather different from one another; like the day with the night.

Trystan was a soft-spoken and playful young lad, with a charming smile even from that age. He had skills with the sword and would often seem to follow in Jaime's footsteps. He got privately tutored by Tywin, being prepared as his heir. He did have a hobby that revolved around books, often spending time in the library when having free time.

Jaenyra, on the other hand, seemed to channel more of their father than he did. She did not often smile and if she did, it was only when around her cousins; specifically Daenerys. Her words were sharp, sarcastic and even offensive if she were in the mood. While personally trained by Visenya in all matters, including politics, houses and physical combat; she still preferred to spend her time reading about battles, strategies and wars.

She was, mayhap, the only other person after Visenya; to be a worthy opponent for Lord Tywin when it came to Cyvasse.

Rhaenys could not help but chuckle and she focused on her favourite black cat that had started to rub its body around her legs. She bent down and picked it up in her arms, resting her cheek against the soft fur of the animal.

"I think that is nice of you, Jaenyra," she said, her smile not once leaving. "You are you and you see the world however you like"

"And no man will ever take her if she acts that way" Young Aegon commented, wishing to also join the discussion and forget his loss against his cousin.

"Aegon!" His sister exclaimed, surprised by his words.

The boy did not seem to understand the fuzz. "What? Uncle Viserys says it all the time" he argued, trying to justify himself.

It was not unknown that the relationship between Viserys and the children was... complicated. The Young Dragon, due to the age difference, often found no reason to be around them. He was close to the rightful age to marry or become a knight, a choice that often conflicted with him.

He was a man who did not like to get his hands dirty and often preferred servants to do things for him. He did not favour dirt or spending hours sweating on a horse saddle, unlike his older brother Rhaegar. However, becoming a knight was a big honour; as was the fact that he had to find a good wife for him to settle with, even though he might not like her.

It was his often cocky attitude that clashed with the cold and dangerous nature of Jaenyra. When younger, he had tried to mess with her and take advantage of his bigger stature; only to find a fist breaking his nose while she almost broke her hand.

Ever since, he would comment on her tone, character and even her hobbies; going as far as to tell Daenerys dozens of times that Jaenyra was a bad influence. Yet, none of the children seemed to fully believe him; as they had grown accustomed to Jaenyra's unique traits.

"Let him say it. Let's see what woman will take him with that attitude of his"

Rhaenys stared at her cousin. "Jaenyra!" she exclaimed, feeling offended by her words.

Sometimes, Rhaenys did feel as if she was the only mature one between all of them; and the only one not wishing for arguments to take place or even fights between them.

[A/N] - This is a slight filler/time skip to introduce you all to the new characters. As you have come to realize, in this book. we will have more POVs and have a chance to see a lot of the younger generation growing up; properly and together.

Do not forget to let me know what you guys wish to see next. As well as whom do you think will be paired with who in this story?