All Hail The King

Chapter 2

97 AC The Red Keep – Kings Landing

The Red Keep in Kings landing was all in an uproar, excitement and worry consuming all the inhabitants. Today Aemma Targaryen had begun her labours. Today was a prosperous day indeed, today was the day the next heir would make itself known. Prince Viserys Targaryen proclaiming to all and sundry that his wife would bring forth their son. He could barely contain his excitement, the jolly Prince strutted towards their fathers' solar, where the family always break their fasts. "The babe is coming!" the Prince announced as he entered the Baelon's solar looking extremely pleased.

Prince Baelon gave a rare smile, "Congratulations, my son, I must visit Aemma soon," his stomach plummeting at the mere mention of childbirth. He had lost his youngest son and his wife to the child bed; she'd never recovered from that birth and had deteriorated until he lost them both. Despite the urges from his father to remarry and bring forth more children, he had refused. In fact, he had threatened to walk away if his father brought it up again. He had loved his wife with every fibre of his being, every day he was without her was a new hell but he would be reunited with her and Aegon one day, until then he would turn his children, his boys, into men his wife would be proud of.

His sons, they couldn't be more different if they tried, one thin and reedy, the other pure bulk like his own brother, Aemon. Daemon didn't have Aemon's spirit though, no he was mercurial, quick to anger, blood of the dragon ran strong in his son. Viserys was more like Aemon in spirit. Daemon was more volatile as of late, he was not impressed with his match, and he made sure everyone knew it. Baelon had even gone to his mother to ask her to let Daemon choose his own wife. His mother hadn't been receptive to his pleading, not that it surprised him, his mother was…stubborn just like the rest of the Targaryen's. He knew his son, he was going to be as impossible as he could, nothing and nobody would be able to change him. Not even the Queen, for she had been just like him in her youth.

"My son and heir!" Viserys declared, rubbing his hands excitedly, as he begun to eat his fill. He knew he'd have a son, he'd dreamed it, a son.

Daemon rolled his eyes good naturally, talk about counting your dragon eggs before they hatch. "Aemma could have a girl," he pointed out, wondering idly why he was here and not with her. Vaguely recalling his own father being at his mother's birthing chambers when she was giving birth to his brother Aegon. He might have been a boy of four name days at the time, but he clung to the wispy memories of his mother, as any child would. It helped that his father spoke about her, frequently, and he wasn't deep in his cups when he did.

"She's having a boy," Viserys said still delighted despite his brothers teasing, so proud of how quickly she'd caught, and now he was to be a father. He couldn't wait! To do all the things his father did with him, although his eyes dimmed recalling that he couldn't take his son on his first flight, since Balerion was gone. "Just you wait until it's your turn, brother!"

Daemon's eyes darkened, lip curling at the very idea of laying with Rhea of Runestone let alone seeding within her. He vowed never to touch her, never mind them having a child together. "Never, I'd rather let Caraxes burn me alive." The new knight declared with utmost seriousness.

Baelon stared at his son alarmed by his words, he definitely needed to talk to his mother. If anything could jar them into seeing how serious Daemon was, it was that. The family had such low numbers, more so than in the past, they were the next generation, they were meant to carry on where they left off. There was only Daemon and Viserys, they needed to have a big family, recoup the Targaryen name. Eight Targaryen's left in the world, well, seven, since Rhaenys was now married to a Velaryon and would never continue the Targaryen's name. Neither would Gael, so that too was out, although the idea of his mother allowing her to marry was laughable. He'd never take another wife, not ever. He couldn't. The very idea was repugnant.

He had to try at the very least, although, he didn't think it would change anything. His mother always believed she knew best.

Baelon opened his mouth, to say what he honestly didn't know, to ask his son from such declarations outside the rooms at least.

Sudden harsh knocks at the door surprised them all, "Enter!" Baelon called out, his earlier thoughts forgotten, perplexed on what could possibly be needed. They weren't often interrupted while breaking their fast, especially when his father, the king, wasn't there.

"Prince Baelon, Prince Viserys, Prince Daemon," the Kingsguard bowed deeply in deference as he entered the room. He didn't wait long before continuing to speak, his voice a little breathless, having run the entire way there, in his armour. "There's been a sighting of a dragon, approaching head on towards the capital."

Baelon glanced at his sons, "What dragon?" Balerion was dead, Caraxes was secured in the pit, Vhagar wouldn't cause concern, they were familiar with his mount and she was too big to be secured to the pit, too old to grouchy to put up with the Dragon Keepers attempts to corral her. The rest of the dragons tended to remain on Dragonstone, it's as close to their home, to Valyria that they'd ever get.

Daemon didn't even attempt to feign disinterest, he was very, very interested. A dragon? Coming from where?

"There's more, we believe there may be a rider on its back."

"Think?" Daemon's tone was severe for a six and ten Nameday old, almost with a hint of mocking, standing up, breakfast forgotten, practically vibrating out of his skin at the possibility of action. These past days he just avoided his family as much as possible, hid in passageways so he didn't need to see his betrothed. They couldn't stand each other, Rhea as better at hiding it though especially in front of royalty, playing the wounded party.

"We caught only a glimpse of something that might have been a rider, my Prince," Gyles Morrigen explained, not in the least cowed by Prince Daemon. He had a healthy respect for the youngest Prince, he was one of the most extensively trained warriors, well worthy of the knighthood he had been given.

"What Dragon has left Dragonstone?" Viserys calmly asked, the furrow in his brow denoted a displeasure or worry, his wife was in labour, and a dragon was approaching? It did not bode well at all, not that he would go out to battle, he didn't have a warriors heart like his brother. He preferred reading, and studying history primarily of Valyria it was his dream one day to build a comprehensive map so that people could actually study Valyria in all its glory.

The Kingsguard opened his mouth to reply only to be shoved forward by someone barrelling into him from behind. He turned around, sword already in his hand, ready to defend the royal family by any means possible. "Ser William! what is the meaning of this?" Gyles commanded, as the commander of the Kingsguard he glared at the younger one with a fierce glare.

"It's Cannibal! The dragon! It's Black and green eyes! It's cannibal!" Ser William choked out, mere moments from becoming hysterical. He had every reason to be, not only was Cannibal a wild dragon that had never been tamed, it was rumoured to have been there long before the Targaryen's came to conquer Westeros.

"Has my father been told?" Baelon asked, standing up, his presence commanding the entire room, despite being known as the spring Prince his presence wasn't as lovely as the name suggested.

"He's being informed as we speak, Prince Baelon," Gyles promised him.

"What are we waiting for? Let's go take care of it!" Daemon urged action; how else could you get answers unless you take direct action? The closer it got to the red keep the more danger there would be. If it had a rider, they needed to find out, the dragon could kill everyone in Kings Landing.

"Calm down, Daemon," Viserys told his youngest brother, glad he wasn't having to decide anything, his mind had gone blank and nausea was swirling in his gut at the very idea of deciding on the best course of action. He was one day to be his father's heir, he had to get better at decision making, but with the right Lord Hand perhaps Otto he'd do well enough. Otto was kind to him, always spared him time when he was so busy working for his grandfather. It was nice to have someone who understood him. He gave good advice and was never presumptuous far wiser than his age.

"Was it ascertained whether the dragon has a rider or not, Ser William?" Baelon demanded, his son was right, they couldn't stand around while the dragon that could kill them all was descending on them. Not just them either, a dragon that was a well-known cannibal, and could potentially lay waste to their dragons. He was dangerous even from Dragonstone, but they never killed dragons, they were akin to gods for the Targaryen's. Plus, it was a sign of their power, to destroy one would be a bad omen of things to come, giving the realm ideas it shouldn't have.

"It's not known." William replied, embarrassed by his blunder earlier, but not letting it get the better of him. It wasn't easy to see a small human on top of a massive dragon from the sky. Lorence said he caught a glimpse of something that could have been a human, but he couldn't say definitively, and nobody could make out much else.

"Let's go son!" Baelon smacked his son on the back, he wasn't called Baelon the Brave for nothing. While he'd never been as strong as his brother, it was still a surprise Daemon didn't face plant into his eggs.

"The horses are ready to take you to your dragons, we will follow…" already on the move, following behind the two running Targaryen's, William followed closely behind Gyles, able to keep up with ease, they underwent strict training to become a Kingsguard, and that did include an intense exercise regime along with the usual training and swordplay they did with one another or testing their squires and keeping in tip top shape.

The Kingsguards managed to succeed in keeping up with the heir and Prince Daemon. At least until the both got on their horses and took off, squires acted as hastily as possible to bring horses to them, before a group of sixteen Kingsguard knights followed Baelon and Daemon. They couldn't see either of them by the time they climbed atop their horses, but they knew exactly where the two were going, it was difficult to miss the dragon that was coming at them with alarming speed.

"Thank the seven it's aiming for BLACKWATER BAY!" Gyles bellowed out, so that he could be heard by all the rushing Kingsguards, he didn't need to specify why he was thankful for that. Since there would likely be no civilian casualties if he landed where the dragon seemed to be aiming for. Although, if nobody died, it would be a miracle all on its own, he prayed to the stranger to not take his soul this day, and the mother and warrior for safety.

They all ignored the screams of alarm by anyone caught in the way as they made their mad dash towards Blackwater bay. They prayed the dragon didn't change its direction, because they definitely wouldn't get to it in time if they had to stop and run towards a different location. Blasting things, they were dangerous, all of them should be locked up, but there was no locking up the most dangerous ones, too big and quite frankly, more likely to kill any dragon handlers than let them chain them anywhere. Urging the horses on, pushing them to their limit, if anything happened to the heir, well, they didn't want to even contemplate it.

"It's got a rider!" William shouted, his panic evident in his shrillness, as he turned and stared at the other Kingsguard, his face pasty white, as fear shot through him so fast it almost left him feeling dizzy.

"Seven save us!"

"Quickly now!" Gyles called out, as they passed through the gates then before they knew it, the terrain changing to sand. Finally, they were in sight of the heir of the throne and the youngest Prince. There was a massive distance still between them, but they felt much better just actually being able to see them and know they were unhurt. Their dragons were stationary, Vhagar and Caraxes on the sand, both their riders still in the saddles. It was a good guess on where the dragon would land, but not accurate, the dragon passed over both Daemon and Baelon.

Shouts and shrieks of fear rained down on the advancing Kingsguard as the black dragon advanced dangerously close to them. In fact, a few could have sworn they felt the dragons scales brush against their heads as it dove past them. Seven of them were knocked off their horses due to the ferocity of the wind passing over the enormous dragon.

A second wind let them all know a second dragon had passed over, Caraxes they realized, catching the red gleaming scales as they scrambled to their feet. Two of them to hurt to continue moving after being flattened by their horses, who thankfully stood back up easing the burdensome weight from the fallen Kingsguard. Most of them rushed their horses on after Prince Daemon, since he was the one potentially in danger. All they knew about the dragon was it was dangerous even to other dragons, and with a rider on its back? The havoc it could wreak on Kings Landing? They knew good and well what dragons were capable and just how dangerous the situation was.

"Fan out!" Gyles barked to the others, as he nimbly jumped from his horse, unsheathing his sword, approaching the unknown rider. His guard dropping automatically seeing that it was a woman, a woman with Targaryen colouring. Before he could order everyone to lower their weapons, the woman's eyes snapped open, and used her legs to grasp onto his sword and bend forcing him to let go of his sword. Meanwhile ignoring the sword actually impaled in her.

The unknown female, made no attempt to get the sword from where she was practically straddling it, satisfied enough to have disarmed him.

The massive black dragon roared its displeasure, its green eyes narrowed into slits as it observed them, as if deciding which one of them to eat first. It's massive teeth open and bared, as if saying 'try me' the dragon knew it was dangerous and relished in the fear he could smell emanating by the two-legged creatures that thought they could tame one like him.

"lykirī! Lykirī, lykirī!" Daemon commanded in High Valyrian in an attempt to soothe the dragon, to calm it down, it was roaring loudly, violently, "daor, zaldrīzes, lykirī!" his hand up towards the dragons face, his gaze drawn finally, to the dragons rider. Only to curse violently under his breathe, it was little wonder the dragon wasn't calming down, it's rider was gravely injured. She had a sword protruding out of her, it was through and through, the amount of blood she'd lost judging by the state of her apparel…it would be a miracle if she survived.

"Back off! All of you! Now!" Baelon's voice was unwavering, commanding obedience from the Kingsguard. It was the only way to get through them, since they swore an oath to protect them, the king and the royal family. "lykirī," Baelon begun his own attempts at calming the roaring dragon, he was quite frankly impressed it hadn't already begun spewing fire at them. His rider was injured, dragons were very protective, even more so considering this dragon was a wild one. It hadn't learnt to tolerate humans in the way their own did.

The Kingsguards moved back perhaps two steps before stopping, refusing to leave their charges sides. If the dragon burnt them, then they would die alongside them. The very idea of abandoning their charges felt too treasonous to contemplate. That's not to say they weren't terrified, because they were, the dragon was seconds away from burning them all to a crisp.

Then the woman moved, just her arm, petting at the dragon, and then she began to hiss, and almost right away, the dragon ceased it's roaring, and crumbled down into the sands making itself smaller and non-threatening as dragonly possible. The dragon had eyes only for the woman now the dragon wasn't the only one.

Daemon and his father stared, stunned in disbelief, had they just seen what they thought they had?

The woman groaned quietly, hissing some more, before she slumped entirely against the dragon, unconscious, if they had to guess they'd say from blood loss. It was pure luck she hadn't fallen unconscious backward or the sword sticking out of her would have become further imbedded. Baelon proved why he was crowned 'the brave' but instead of slapping Balerion on the snout, he reached for the unconscious woman carefully picking her up and cradling her so to avoid the sword she had impaled in her.

Just how were they going to get her back to the keep?

"I'd take her on Caraxes but she'd just end up hurt further," Daemon told his father, fascination beginning to fan within him as he stared at the woman. The blood Wyrm had a unique way of flying that no other dragon did, it wiggled in the air like a worm, thus his nickname. Given her delicate state it was definitely not the best idea.

"Going back to get a wheel house will take too long, we have no choice, we have to use Vhagar," Baelon declared, it was risky, but waiting for a wheel house to get her back to safety was just as risky if not more so. There was little hope given the location of her injury, but he had to try. Because she was Valyrian, if nothing else, there was so few of them left after the doom.

"Perhaps it's best she be tended here? If she dies…" Gyles said, glancing warily at the dragon, he may well just set the entirety of Kings Landing ablaze. He was a wild dragon, only the seven knows just how it would react to the bond shared between a rider and dragon shattering upon her death. It seemed very attached to her, even now it was watching them, poised ready to go in a single second. It's eery green eyes was very unsettling and this was a man used to being surrounded by large dragons. Vhagar, Balerion, Vermithor, Caraxes to name a few. This dragon was bigger than them all, so, yes, he had a healthy respect for the dragon.

"She's Valyrian, she will not be healed in the gutter!" Baelon all but spat at Gyles, infuriated by his words.

Gyles' face turned impassive, accepting the criticism, not saying anything that he was thinking, he'd long since learned to curb his tongue in his boyhood. Every day bastards from the royal family, Dragonseed, died in the gutter, what made this one so special? Oh, yes, she had a dragon, not any dragon, but a wild, dangerous and massive dragon that could end all life in Westeros if he so desired. It was illegal for Dragonseed to even attempt to claim a dragon, or anyone that the king personally didn't approve of, especially the women. The kings' granddaughter had gotten away with it, there was no way he would allow a Dragonseed to claim one, she was likely to die to prove a point. That you don't steal from the royal family without consequences. Or he would show mercy and she'd end up in the care of the silent sisters.

Between Baelon and Daemon they managed to get the girl harnessed in, in a position that didn't endanger her life. Vhagar was not too impressed about the added passenger and made herself clear. Luckily, Baelon had a strong bond with the dragon, that ensured her compliance by soothing her through the bond. Once Vhagar took off, Daemon made a beeline straight for Caraxes, and made his way directly to the dragons pit. From the sky he noticed that the Kingsguard were making their way

The Kingsguard helped each other up, onto their horses, and returned to the keep at a more sedate pace. There were more than enough Kingsguards on active duty to care for the Princes until they got there. Two were likely going to need rest or to visit the Maesters, the fall had hurt them, perhaps even broken a bone, he hoped not.

"Your grace," Baelon bowed to his own father, as he entered the throne room, where he'd been directed when he'd asked where his father was. Stalking down the hall towards the throne, feeling the eyes of everyone on him, but it had long ago ceased to bother him.

"What has happened? I've been told there's a dragon involved?" the King asked his son, his brow furrowed only slightly, showing his worry but only anyone who knew him well would catch how he felt. To the rest of the room the king looked just as serene as always, a wise man sitting on the iron throne. The only other royal near him was his daughter Gael, until Baelon joined them.

"There has been, yes," Baelon answered, even if he wished to make the situation seem better than it was for the girl, he couldn't, his father would likely get the Kingsguards thoughts on the situation as well. "Cannibal approached Blackwater bay, he had a female rider on its back, she's gravely wounded. It's unknown if she'll survive but the Maesters will do what they can."

"Who is she?" the Wise King asked, his mind reeling over what he must do, he could not allow anyone outside of the family have control over a dragon, especially not Cannibal. It was bad enough his own granddaughter had defied him and bonded with a dragon against his edict. The fact she'd married a Velaryon nearly had him having palpitations. They were rich, they could give her anything she wanted, but giving them dragons on top of it? It left him extremely leery, but he couldn't deny her what she wanted. What was one dragon against the rest?

"I don't know." Baelon answered, his tone grim, "She's not familiar to me or my son," which was odd considering they knew every single eligible young lady in the realm. She looked roughly the same age as Daemon, she should be known if she was anyone of note. While she was a little bit dirty and dishevelled, she didn't smell like some of the unfortunate people in Flea Bottom.

"A Dragonseed?" King Jaehaerys whispered so he wasn't heard by anyone except his son and daughter, his eyes going cold, he had outlawed the right of first night, finding the practice distasteful. The very idea of one actually having the gall to claim a dragon almost had him visibly seething. If he didn't put an abrupt stop to that kind of thought…should other Dragonseed decide they deserved a dragon as well, the idea was nightmare material.

Baelon just shook his head, "It's not known, your grace."

"Very well," King Jaehaerys said, waving his hand, dismissing his son, there was nothing he could do until she was awake and aware. "Inform the Maester I want a report once he's finished."

Baelon bowed low before turning and leaving the throne room, the sound of normal services resuming was heard as he moved. This one complaining about bandits destroying his crops and alarming his family. He vaguely made out the sound of his father promising to send some Kingsguards to aid him in his troubles before he was too far away to hear anything more. So much for visiting Aemma, no matter, she had the most important person at her side, her husband.

The next thing Harry became aware of was a manacles like grip on his shoulders and throat, and a foul-tasting concoction being poured into her mouth, which by the way, is saying something from someone used to taking potions every day. He'd even rather take Skele-gro for Merlin's sake, that was just utterly disgusting. He was definitely going to kill the gods for talking him into this bullshit. Gagging, he backed away, cursing and scrambling when he fell, of what was likely a bed. The fall caused the sword which was still in him to vibrate. "Fucking ouch!"

"Take it easy, it's something for the pain, wouldn't you like it to stop?"

Harry's gaze swung up to the fucking arse who dared to talk to him like he was a fucking idiot. He felt a sense of satisfaction when the grey robed idiot blanched at the look. Heh, even when he didn't have his own body, he still had it. Technically this was his own body, it was just changed to suit his needs. His lack of cock reminded him he was a female as of right now. Probably why they were treating him like a fucking dog.

Oh, why did he have to be such a soft-hearted shit all the time? And just how the hell was this going to save the girl in what? Two hundred years' time? Things had gotten a little jumbled, it had been six months since their initial conversation, since then six months had passed in preparation of what was to come. Training, learning how to speak Valyrian, and creating his own bloody backstory.

"Let us help you onto the bed, and give you something to ease your pain," the Maester practically crooned at her, as he approached with his fellow Maester. Both of them reaching out towards the girl, trying to get her to behave. How she was still conscious and moving was beyond all their understanding.

"Back off you fucking prick," Harry snarled, grimacing in agony, oh, fuck, he was so going to get Balerion back for this the shit.

A bark of laughter caught them all off-guard, as someone entered the room, "What's going on?" and she definitely wasn't a lady with language like that. Not that he'd thought she was, he didn't recognize her, but they had to be careful just in case she was someone of standing. His grandfather believed – according to his father – that she was Dragonseed, but he didn't believe that was the case. She might be in the most horrendously ugly clothing he'd ever seen, but she was well too cared for to be anything other than high born. She just didn't act like it at all.

Orwyle bowed hastily to the Prince, before going on to explain, "The girl is clearly suffering from some form of hysteria,"

"Sure, just because I don't want you creepy fuckers touching me, I'm the hysterical one," Harry said dryly, although, he probably should have care on how he was speaking to them. He was here to help, and if he made things too difficult, he knew they'd likely write him…her off as a lost cause. It was difficult though, he'd gone so long with an attitude, it would be difficult to lose it, especially if everyone insisted on talking to him like they were. Eh, push come to shove, he could just make sure the girl gets on the throne and there not be any siblings for her, and just tour the world if things got hairy. Then beat the shit out of Balerion.

Mellos explained what they were attempting and her responses, only to have the concoction removed from his hand.

"Here, this is milk of the poppy, you'll need it, the blade needs to be removed," Daemon told her as he approached her, kneeling on one knee, the glass was filled with white substance. He didn't blame her for her reaction, who would when two men were towering over you after you'd been attacked? There should have been a female in here too just to ease her, but they were all – quite rightly – attending to Princess Aemma. He was utterly fascinated by her, by rights she shouldn't even be awake, the blood loss, the pain, she was a young maiden likely, and despite her bruises, she was…deeply alluring. He'd never felt this sort of fascination before.

Harry inhaled sharply, gritting his teeth, "I don't want anything, just take it out," scooting to the end of the bed, and using the four-poster pillar to ease himself up, barely breathing as he did so. "Do it now."

The three men just stared at her as if she was insane.

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