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Our beloved Targaryen - Aegon III x Ofc

Pairing: Aegon III Targaryen x Velaryon ofc

It was mere months ago when it happened. When Daeron Velaryon drowned in the Stepstones, leaving two orphans behind. The two girls have already lost their mother Hazel, who died due to the winterfever. When Alyn Velaryon attacked at the daughters´ war in 133 ac, his cousin, Daeron, died and left his two young daughters behind.

Alyn didn´t hesitate when he proposed the idea of taking his nieces as their ward to his lady-wife Baela Targaryen. The two were still young and Baela wasn´t happy with his opposition, knowing she´d have to look after the sisters on her own while her lord-husband would continue to sail to the sea, just like their grandfather -mayhaps father, no one knew of Alyns true parentage- Corlys Velaryon, named the sea snake.

Baela relucted but gave in nonetheless. She grew to be fond of the two girls, for they were well-mannered and respected their elders. Daenaera, the younger one, was a happy child. She didn´t understand the concept of death yet and was therefore not inconsolable, unlike her older sister, Vaelys. The girl of thirteen was no fool, she knew of her current position as an orphan and was aware that she couldn´t behave badly when her kin fostered her and her little sister.

Therefore she always put on a smile, despite her inner turmoil. And her sweet sister always made Vaelys feel at ease, which made it easier for her to act happy. She vowed herself to protect little Daenaera, she couldn´t loose her babysister , after the passing of her parents, for which she would truly and utterly be alone.

When the realm received the news of queen Jaehaeras passing, everything suddenly changed. The hand of the king, Unwin Peake, along with the rest of the kings regents, declared for a ball to be held, where the king would choose his second wife and new queen. The people called it the Maidens´ ball day

The restriction of the ball were clear; only maidens of high nobility and under the age of thirty were allowed to attend the feast.

When house Velaryon heard of the news, they inclined to attend the feast themselves, to which they didn’t exactly get an invitation. But it was an open invite, right?

Unwin Peake wasn’t exactly fond of the rogue princes daughter, who was as reckless as her father. Aegon III didn’t have any heirs, his previous marriage remained fruitless, to which Lady Baela was now second in line to the iron throne. The hand of the king couldn’t stand that fact, he’d rather be hanged than watch the wild girl sitting in the iron throne.

Which was why he was so adamant on wedding the king to a new maid, preferably his own daughter. Many even speculated that he had a ‘hand’ in the death and many disappearances of the girls which were to attend the ball.

Those were still only rumors, and even if they did have some truth in it, no one could exactly prove it.

Nevertheless, lots of maidens around Westeros traveled to Westeros, including Vaelys.

When Baela and Alyn spoke to her about their idea, she couldn’t exactly deny them. They gave her and her little sister a home at a much needed time and they were well fed.

Vaelys knew that with her becoming consort, the Velaryons would hold more power over the realm than before and she was keen on returning a favor, especially when it meant that Daenaera could stay on Driftmark.

She would simply do anything for the well-being of her sister, after all.

Vaelys was still young though and didn’t wish to be married so soon, especially because she already had already blossomed which meant she was ready to be bedded, despite her young age.

The idea of it scared her senseless, she was mature for her age but she heard enough tales to know the risks of bedding girls too early, miscarriages, death on the birth bed and much more.

Baela assured her she wouldn’t be bedded until she was four and ten, where the risks wouldn’t be as high.

A glimmer of hope believed her kins words, but it wouldn’t even be sure if the king would choose Vaelys as her second wife, especially when over a thousand other maiden were presented in front of him?

Baela and Rhaena decided to have a dramatic arrival, riding into the great hall on horseback. Vaelys was behind them on a separate horse. She felt anxious when she noticed hundreds of people staring at her. Before departing for kings‘ landing, Rhaena made sure to dress Vaelys in a beautiful light blue gown, a necklace of sapphires was around her neck as her hair was braided into a halo, her white braid was decorated golden clips and she wore earrings that matched her necklace.

Vaelys worried about her sister, Daenaera who was left at Driftmark, together with Lord Alyn Velaryon. She missed her little sister dearly and worried if Daenaera was misbehaving or any of the sort, scared of her sister losing her place in the lords‘ castle.

She held her head high nonetheless, and kept her posture up while she rode behind her kin. When the lord commander demanded Baela to step off the horse, she replied with:“ His Grace my brother can command me. You cannot.“ Baela then shifted her attention to the king and Rhaena smiled fondly at him.

„Your grace, we’ve brought you the queen you want“, Baela spoke before Vaelys gracefully stepped off her horse, holding up the skirt of her dress while she walked towards the throne.

Vaelys then curtsied, gifting him a charming smile of hers. As she stood in front of him, she now could see him clearly. He was the same age as her, and had the same color of hair, which he kept to his shoulders long. He had a bored look on his face before she arrived, his fingers impatiently tapping against the side of a sword.

His eye color was the one of dark purple, it looked almost black. His eyes reminded her of the ones of a doe, while Vaelys herself had eyes of violet, like the flower viola.

„I am Lady Vaelys of house Velaryon, your grace“, she elaborated while raising her head.

The weary boy mirrored her expression, gifting her a smile of his own, much to the surprise of the people around them.

„You are very pretty, Vaelys“, he complimented. She was the first to be showered with affection by the king, much to the disdain of the lord hand.

Vaelys flushed at his words, feeling her cheeks redden by the sudden show of affection. She had heard of the boys’ attitude and was surprised being granted with his newfound attention.

“I am flattered, your grace”, she bowed once again and couldn’t control her lips from grinning widely at him. Her happiness somewhat affected the king, who was now also feeling more positive than before.

After Aegon nodded, Vaelys found her place next to Baela and Rhaena and the three of them waited for the rest of the maiden to be presented to him. Aegon only gave each of them a quick nod and his gaze sometimes switched to Vaelys.

After the everyone was finished, the king brought Gaemon to his side and whispered his decision into the boys’ ear.

Gaemon grinned at his friend and loudly declared his choice.

“The king will wed Vaelys Velaryon”, he smiled happily while Aegon sheepishly avoided the girls gaze.

Vaelys’ blood ran cold at the mention of her name.

Sure, Aegon was a beautiful boy and it would be an honor to be his queen but she didn’t really expect him to choose her.

Her eyes widened at the mention of her name and quickly looked to the two women at her side, who nodded in approval to her. They knew they made the right decision when bringing Vaelys to court with them

Unsure of what to do, Vaelys bowed her head out of respect and forced a smile of her own. The maidens were sobbing in the hall when they heard Gaemons words. Unwin was practically fuming at the boys‘ choice and was certainly not content with him.

When the guests were dismissed and left the hall afterward, Baela and Rhaena stayed with Vaelys. She bit her lip and felt her anxiety rise when the king arose from his throne. He dismissed himself rather quickly and wandered off to his chambers.

A servant then walked toward her and curtsied before asking her if she’d wish to be shown her new chambers.

Vaelys bid Baela and Rhaena a quick goodbye before she followed the older woman into the halls of the red keep. When they arrived, Vaelys unsurely looked around to take her new surroundings in. The servant quickly left her alone after she told her she’d then call her for a shared supper with the king himself.

Vaelys gulped at the mention of him, the reality slowly setting in. She was just a young girl without parents, thrown into a huge responsibility. Perhaps she’d find common ground with the king, but she did not know, yet.

The girl walked toward the window and held up her skirt before sitting on the window sill, watching outside the castle. She’d have to mentally prepare herself before being able to stepp foot outside her chamber.

It did not take long to wait until being called by the servant, since it was already late. Vaelys quickly stood up and smoothened out the wrinkles of her gown, making herself look presentable before following the maid toward the hall where the dinner was served.

When the guards declared her presence, Aegon looked up at her from his seat. She held his gaze for a short moment before he averted his gaze to his plate. Gaemon sat on one end of the table while mushroom, the jester, was on the other side. Vaelys then took her seat opposite from the king and a servant quickly filled her goblet of wine.

„your grace“, she acknowledged his presence and lowered her head before plucking a grape and eating it.

Aegon nodded at her and a hint of a smile was noticeable on his face. It was enough to make the girl flush once again, like in the great hall before.

Mushroom made one of his jests to which Gaemon giggled and Vaelys failed at hiding her chuckle. Mushroom was aware that he could never make the king laugh, but atleast his company seemed to be delighted by his humor.

Aegon kept quiet most of the time, but a rare smile graced his lips as he watched the two others enjoy themselves with mushrooms jests.

After their shared meal was finished, Aegon was going to dismiss himself to go to his chambers before Vaelys stopped him.

“Could you show me where the library is?”, she girl asked shyly. She could have asked any other servant to show her the hall, but she instead wants his presence near her.

She noticed that Aegon was a passive boy who would not make the first move, so Vaelys tried to spend time with him so they could warm up to one another. They were to be wed after all.

A servant came in between, offering the girl to show her the library themselve, before Aegon quickly interrupted them.

„I will do it“, he spoke lowly and motioned for Vaelys to follow him, which she gladly did.

The two dismissed themselves and walked down the hall, a sworn protector following in their heels. When they made halt in front of the library, extended his hand for hers which Vaelys gladly took.

The knight stayed outside the door, giving the two of them privacy.

„Do you often spend time here?“, she asked while her eyes trailed along the tall bookshelves. She let go of his hand as she walked toward a small shrine that caught her eye.

Aegon *almost* wounded at the sudden loss of contact, for he felt comfort from her warm touch.

“No, I’m not very fond of reading”, he replied monotone. His eyes followed her silhouette while she looked for a book, before she grabbed one from the shelve and sat on the comforter.

“Do you wish for me to read to you?”, she asked him while she made enough space for him to join her.

When he hesitated, she added:” My parents used to read to me when I was younger. When I’m in need of comfort or miss them, I read to someone. It reminds me of the affection they gave me.”

Aegon nodded and took a seat next to her on the cushion, leaning back. He was hopeful it would also help him with the loss of his own parents, which he missed dearly.

“Place your head on my lap, it soothes one”, she said. Aegon gulped, knowing it would be an intimate position for the two of them. He wasn’t ready to let his guard down around her so soon, but he was desperate to try and forget his loss fore one second.

He then did as he was told, slowly nestling himself in her lap. Her gown was surprisingly comfortable, he thought.

Vaelys opened the book and began to read to him; the story was about the failed of the sea snake. His adventures on sea and the things he encountered.

Vaelys had a soothing voice, it was soft and warm. It reminded him of his own mother. The candles gave the girl enough light to read the words on the pages, and when she felt him begin to shift more comfortably on her lap, she began to play with his hair.

The motion of her fingers on his scalp in combination with her soothing words made the boy fall asleep quickly. Vaelys didn’t notice and instead grew tired herself rather quickly. Before she realized, she fell asleep, the book was placed on the table next to her before she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

It was a long time ago when Aegon had a sleep this deep and comfortable. When the hour grew too late, the knight slowly entered the library to check up on them when he saw the two entangled with each other.

He was unsure whether to wake them or not, he knew it wasn’t a very compromising position they were in. But he was aware of the kings demeanor and it was a rare sight to see him so at ease.

The king had trouble sleeping most nights, only sleeping a few hours before he stood up and watched the stars in the night sky.

The knight decided not to interrupt but to wait until morning where he’d quickly wake the two up before the servants could see them in the position they currently were in.

Aegon was sleeping peacefully in her lap as Vaelys was had him in an embrace. When the morning arrived, the guard quickly entered the library and ushered for them to wake up. Aegon slightly stirred in his sleep before he opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the resting face of Vaelys.

He blushed as he remembered the previous night, quickly sitting back up before he gently shook her. “Mhm..?”, she bounced a couple of time and realized their closeness afterward.

“Oh”, her cheeks reddened and she quickly stood up, still rubbing her sleepy eyes. The guard then spoke:” Mylady, you should go to your chambers before the maids find you.”

She nodded and quickly bowed before Aegon and then walked out of the library where a different guard showed her the way.

“You won’t tell any one of this”, Aegon declared to the knight who then also bowed. “Of course, your grace.”

Aegon then hesitated before he also left the hall. He wasn’t quite sure what to think of the previous night. Vaelys was right when she said that reading to someone would help. He hadn’t slept like that in a long time, especially in one’s embrace. Aegon felt warm inside when he thought of her and he was eager to see her again.

He wasn’t used to this feeling, especially from a girl. It would take some time until he finally felt comfortable enough around her but he knew they both had the same trauma and could help each other.

He knew he made the right decision, to wed Vaelys Velaryon.

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Caught in between the covers- one-shot

Pairing: Aemon Targaryen x original female character x Vaegon Targaryen

Warnings: polygamy, incest, underage sex, being caught in the act, porn without plot

(One-shot was inspired by the movie Challengers)

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It was late at night when Aemon was seeking his young sister’s audience, Vaelys. He felt the inner turmoil that was tormenting his sleep. His cock was hard when he stood up and he only thought of one person who could solve this problem for him.

When Aemon entered her chamber without knocking, she saw the girl awake, dry-humping their younger brother, Vaegon. A moan erupted the boy as he felt her clothed cunt rubbing on his hardened cock. Vaegon was still new to sex, Vaelys being the one who took his innocence, he let her guide him and teach him things he didn’t know of, yet.

As the pair heard Vaelys doors open, both look towards it in horror. Vaelys expression changed into a relaxed one when she saw it was only her brother, Aemon.

Vaegon wasn’t relieved though. He didn’t know of her sister’s relation with Aemon and he was horrified of the crown prince finding out that he defiled their sweet sister.

“Oh, Aemon. Do you wish to join?”, she smiled at her elder brother. Vaegon looked at her in disbelief, as was Aemon.

She ignored their looks and sat at the edge of the bed, motioning for her two brothers to sit next to her. Unsure, Vaegon slowly crept up to her right side as Aemon slowly sat next to her left.

Both of them looked excited for what she was about to do. Then, Vaelys turned to Aemon and deeply kissed him. He immediately returned the kiss, gripping her waist tightly. The girl then left her brother’s mouth just replace his with Vaegons.

He slipped his tongue into her mouth when she groaned. A string of saliva connected the two when she parted from him.

Vaelys then put her hair behind her head, exposing her neck to her brothers.

The two of them felt their blood in their veins to heat up as they watched their beautiful sister. Simultaneously they both went forward to attack their sister’s neck. Sucking on it, peppering kisses all over her and splattering hickeys across her collarbone.

Vaelys moaned in delight when she felt their wet mouths and tongues draped across her skin. When an idea crossed the girls mind, mischief was visible on her face.

The boys, too engrossed in their current activity, let themselves be guided by her hands towards the girls face. Vaelys was the only one who had her eyes open, watching every move of her two brothers.

She then guided them towards her mouth, to which they gladly followed. Vaegon kissed her mouth at the same time as did Aemon, accidentally meeting his lips for a brief moment.

The two boys retreated from their sister, embarrassment evident on their red faces. Vaelys chuckled in return, guiding her brothers once again towards her face.

As the two princes continued to fiercely kiss her face, she slowly brought the two boys together, their lips meeting once again.

This time, they didn’t pull back. Being in the heat of the moment and thinking they were still with their sister, the two brothers continued to passionately kiss each other. Vaelys leaned back, watching the scene in front of her with a smirk plastered on her face. This would definitely be a great tale for her daily chat with her siblings Alyssa and Baelon.

Wet kissing sounds filled the air and the two Targaryens began to sweat at the current activity.

“Okay”, her voice echoed throughout the room, interrupting the haze the two boys were in. When their eyes opened, Vaegon slowly pulled back and the two brothers looked at each other in horror. They then turned their heads at Vaelys, who was grinning from ear to ear.

The girl then began to take off her nightgown, dropping it to the floor. Aemon and Vaegon quickly did the same, not wasting any time to touch their sister. Their bodies were glistening with sweat and arousal.

She slowly sat down and spread her legs. “Aemon”, she smiled as he reluctantly crawled towards her heated cunt.

“Watch and learn, dear brother”, her words were directed at Vaegon, who still sat at the edge of the bed, watching his siblings participate in such a lewd act.

Aemon gripped Vaelys thighs, squeezing them, as he kissed her cunt. He then licked her clit, his tongue hot and warm. Vaelys moaned slowly as his tongue entered her hole, penetrating it, while his thumb gave its attention to his sister’s needy clit.

At this point, she was a moaning mess and Vaegon was keen on watching, fascinated with the way his brother was able to pleasure Vaelys.

Aemon then inserted two of his long fingers, pumping them in and out oh her in a quick pace, while his tongue was licking her clit, holding eye contact with her while he mouth-fucked her.

“Aemon”, she whispered-yelled before climaxing onto his tongue. Vaegon then went forward to Aemon and kissed him passionately, their tongues roaming in each other’s mouth so Aemon could share his sister’s cum with their beloved brother.

Vaelys then sat up again, commanding Vaegon to lay down. He complied quickly, unsure of what would happen now.

Vaelys smiled at him in a sweet manner, sitting atop of him. She glided her cunt across his rock-hard cock, glazing him with her juices. Vaegon whimpered at the skin contact and took a hand of hers in his, biting it slightly. “Aemon, get behind me”, she spoke in a slow pace and she was drunk with lust.

Aemon quickly positioned behind her, gripping her hair while Vaegon placed his hands on her hips.

She slowly sat on Vaegons cock, letting him feel every part of her. Vaegon and Vaelys moaned simultaneously as they felt her hot cunt squeezing him.

As Vaegon began to thrust out of her, Aemon thrusted into her hard. Vaelys whined, to which Aemon pulled her hair. “You like that, don’t you?”, he whispered into her ear as Vaegon and Aemon continued to take turns, thrusting in and out of her.

“Our sister lets herself be fucked by her brothers at the same time, so dirty”, Aemon grunted as he was engulfed by his sister’s tight cunt.

“Gods be good”, a voice echoed throughout the room as a door was opened. The siblings froze as they looked towards the intruder who seemed to be their father, king Jaehaerys.

“What in the seven hells is going on here?”, he demanded to know as he watched his children falter. Vaelys quickly moved away and covered herself with a blanket, pulling away from their connected union. The boys automatically groan at sudden loss of contact, embarrassment covering their expressions as they saw Jaehaerys stern look.

“Father, I-. What do you need?”, Vaelys tried to conceal her nervousness.

Jaehaerys fumed with rage as he saw his heir, in bed with his two young sibling, all three of them together.

“What I need is for my children not to participate in such sinful and scandalous activities! No less the crown prince or an unwed princess”, he raged on.

Vaegon was the one to speak up now:” What will you have us do, father?”, concern was evident on the young princes face.

Jaehaerys massaged his temples as he fought against his migraine. “Vaelys will have to wed one of you know, no other lord would marry her in her current condition.”

Vaelys smiled slyly, meeting her father’s gaze.

“Why not both? We would be the conquerors reincarnated”, she spoke matter-of-factly.

Vaegon and Aemon looked at her with surprise in their eyes, neither of them refusing though.

As Jaehaerys noticed the siblings sharing looks to each other, he took a deep breath and groaned.

“Fine, the wedding preparations will begin tomorrow”, he grumbled and left Vaelys chambers, not wanting to see any more of his children’s shared intimacy.

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A prophecy- chapter 2

Benjicot Blackwood x ofc

Chapter 1:

-4K words

At supper, the queen requested that her children and Vikenja accompany her so that they could spend time together, like the family she yearned for, except for her husband, who was still nowhere to be found.

Vikenja sat to her right, along with Rhaena next to her. Jacaerys sat on the Queen's left side, and Baela was seated next to him, to the opposite of her sister. Once the dish was placed in front of her, she began to mutter a prayer, one that she was taught to always do before eating her meal. The four Targaryens stared at her while Rhaenyra assured the girl that she didn't need to practice the religion anymore. Vikenja nodded reluctingly, feeling embarrassed. Through the entire meal, Vikenja felt Jacaery's burning gaze on her whenever his mother spoke to her.

Was it jealousy? She didn’t know.

Baela smiled at Vikenja when her gaze wandered around the table. She didn´t feel comfortable enough to sit so close to people she did not know. It felt as if she was intruding on the moments of a family she did not belong to. As Vikenja met the curlyheads gaze, she softly smiled back and quickly averted her gaze to the food displayed on her plate.

Rhaena shifted her attention towards the girl sitting next to her, seemingly interested in her new dragon. "How did you claim the grey ghost?" she asked, turning to Vikenja's side. Since Rhaena was the only one left without a fiery beast by her side, she wanted to find out more about their whereabouts. Her being a dragonless Targaryen was her biggest insecurity since she couldn´t hatch an egg or claim her dead mother's dragon.

Vikenja began to pick at her fingernails, feeling everyone's attention was now on her. "I also wonder how you accomplished that. The Grey Ghost is very shy after all, isn't he?" Jace bitterly added.

Rhaenyra subconciously took the girl's hand in her own, caressing her delicate fingers. The Queen's touch immediately calmed the girl. "It did take me long to get near him," she answered stoic, meeting Jaces gaze. ´But he noticed the similarity between us; he finally felt understood and saw the connection between us. Two lone creatures, bonded to each other.´ the voice in her head elaborated.

Baela tried to lighten up the mood by complimenting Vikenja: "Truly impressive of you." The corners of Vikenja's lips twitched into a slight smile, and then she muttered a low ´thank you´.

The rest of the dinner was hed in utter silence; no one dared to say another word for the last twenty minutes. As the servants began to clear the table, Vikenja quickly dissmissed herself to leave the akwardness that was engulfing her. She quickly went to the library, searching for a book that contained more information about dragons. She found a red hardcover, which was the size of her head, with the Targaryens house sigil on the frontcover.

As soon as she left the library—the book being firmly placed between her chest and her arm—she ran into a grumpy Jace, followed by Baela. Jace wished to train outside with his sword to get rid of his anger, though it was raining heavily outside. Baela advised him to rather spend his time studying valyrian, to which he reluctingly walked to the library, where he stumbled upon the last person he now wished to see. Her book fell to the ground, to which she quickly kneeled to retrieve it.

"God, I´m truly sorry. I haven´t seen you coming, my prince," she quickly apologized, standing back up and nodding towards Baela. "Princess," she acknowledged her presence, along with a shy smile. Jace grunted and replied with a huff, entering the library without another word. "The stress has got to him; I apologize for his behavior," she smiled sadly and quickly followed her betrothed.

Vikenja stood dumbfounded in the hall, needing a moment before regaining her composure.

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"What is the matter with you?" Baela asked while walking towards the comforter Jace was sitting on. She crossed her arms and sat next to him, eagerly awaiting his answer. When he didn´t reply, she then began to slowly massage his shoulders, trying to ease the pain from his tense muscles. "You´re not very nice to her, you know..."

Jace shook his head and relaxed under her touch. "My mother was gone the day before yesterday. She left for an entire week because of Luke, and now..." he stopped mid-sentence, closing his eyes for a moment. Baela patiently waited for him to continue, kissing him softly on his neck.

"Since Vikenja is here, my mother has almost forgotten about Luke. It´s like shes his replacement," his voice cracked. Baela placed her hand on his cheek, turning his head to face her own. "Everyone copes differently with such things. While you might pile up all of your grief and turn it into anger, your mother tries to distract herself with other things."

Baela then kissed his other cheek and softly caressed his hair, calming his nerves. "Do not turn your anger on someone who has no fault at this. Try to be understanding for your mother, Jace."

Jace bit his lip, refraining from saying what he was about to say. He then turned his gaze down to his feet, taking a deep breath. Baela gave a peck to his cheek before standing up, on her way to leave the library. "Be more open to her; you might find similarities," she added before leaving him alone with his thoughts.

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The next morning was spent flying through the skies with her dragon, Grey Ghost. Vikenja loved being above the ground, away from the commotion that´d be awaiting her on land. It was still early, with the servants being the only ones awake, preparing the breakfast for the royalty. Vikenja's night was sleepless. Due to the stormy weather at night, she couldn´t find comfort in her bed and instead used her free time to read the book she found. With the book only consisting of eight chapters, Vikenja quickly read all three hundred pages. But now she was able to use her knowledge of theory, trying multiple tricks on her dragon.

"Dracarys, Grey Ghost!" she yelled. The pale dragon screeched and spit a cloud of fire into the air. Vikenja chuckled as she flew with her dragon downward, narrowly missing the fire. Then her vision suddenly darkened; the scenery was changed once again, and she was now in the riverlands once again. It was the same dream as yesterday: corpses of warriors lying across the Meadow, except for a couple of young men who were lucky enough to be found and medically treated by each of their respective houses.

Grey Ghost soon noticed the change in her behavior and quickly flew back on land, waiting for his rider to dismount him. When he noticed she was still absent, he shrieked loudly enough for the guards to hear. When Ser Lares noticed, he then proceeded to run towards the dragon, trying to get the girl off. Vikenja fainted as she lay in the knight's arms, falling unconscious.

The knight carried the lady in bridal style into the castle, yelling as he walked, "Fetch the maester!"

Vikenja was then brought to a room where the maester awaited her, hastily examining her current state. He then put ice into a cloth of fabric and held it to her forehead. "Has the queen been alarmed yet?" the maester asked the knight, to which he nodded. The man then stood up and began to brew tea for the lady, waiting for her to wake up.

The scent of herbs filled Vikenja's nostrils, interrupting her peaceful sleep. She slowly opened her eyes and found the culprit: a cup of tea standing on a nightstand next to her. She looked to her right and saw the maester, who watched intently. He was about to ask her something along the lines of "How do you feel?" when the door suddenly opened.

"What happened?" the queen demanded to know. She seemed to be distraught; her face still looked sour from the midnight rest. Her eyes landed on the girl who lay on a bed, trying to grab the tea next to her. "Sweet child," Rhaenyra muttered as she kneeled next to the bed, caressing the girl's forehead. "The girl was found mentally absent from her dragon, your grace. When she was fetched, she then fell unconscious," Ser Lares explained. "Did you have a vision again, sweetling?"

Vikenja coughed heavily as she reached for the cup, accidentally pushing the hot liquid to the ground. "I´m sorry," she muttered to the maester, who then cleaned the floor, picking up the porcellain shards on the ground. "It was the same vision. I saw the aftermath of it; some survived the battle." Her voice was raspy, and she struggled to form sentences, taking long pauses between each word.

The queen stood up, requesting that water be brought to the lady. Rhaenyra didn´t understand the meaning behind her vision repeating over and over again. Was it meant as a warning or something else entirely?

The maester gave the girl a cup of water, to which she thanked him and began to drown the containing liquid. She then stood up and flattened down her disheveled hair. "Have I missed breakfast already, your grace?"

The woman chuckled and shook her head. "Breakfast should be soon."

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"A raven has arrived from the riverlands, your grace," the maester spoke, interrupting the family´s breakfast. Vikenja felt herself tense at the name, immediately thinking back to her vision. Rhaenyra noticed the visible disdain on the girls faces, quickly realizing why. The queen took the letter from the maester and began to read it in silence. The queen then dropped the letter on the floor and alarmed her children and the knights:The council needs to be summoned at once."

When the knights quickly left the dining hall to fetch each lord, Vikenja gave the queen a subtle look, to which Rhaenyra replied with a nod only, her eyes tired and droopy. Vikenja felt the tears form in her eyes, threatening to fall on her face. Her breathing became irregular, and she felt her hands trembling. Baela noticed her behavior, though she did not understand what was happening. Rhaenyra continued to guide the four adolescents to the hall where the council would be held. Minute by minute, each member was gathered around the table, patiently waiting for the council to be convened.

When all members were at their respective seats, the queen began to speak. "The reason as to why I summoned you all so early lies in the reasoning of a raven that I have received," the queen said with a firm voice. "The Lord Blackwood sadly passed away at the battle of the Burning Mill, a fight held between House Blackwood and House Bracken. Both houses suffered under the deaths of multiple men, with only a few surviving. Including the son of Samwell, who is now Lord Benjicot Blackwood."

Gasps were heard, and whispers were shared between the council members. "Have we lost an ally then?" Lord Staunton asked. "House Blackwood's loyalty lies in our rightful queen," Lord Bartimos answered, huffing in response. "The Lord Benjicot is only fifteen; we do not know where his loyalty lies." Ser Lorent dismissed both of the men.

"So we need to form a new alliance with the house of Blackwood to gain their loyalty," Lord Corlys elaborated. He stood next to his wife, the queen, who never was.

"And how do we do that, mylord?" Rhaenyra questioned. Jace looked at Vikenja, who stood to his opposite, his mother in between them. The boy seemed to be in thought before a brilliant idea crossed his mind. "We propose a marriage. Vikenja should be betrothed to the Lord," he suggested, smiling smugly. Baela then turned to him, visibly shocked by his proposition. Of course, she was aware of the fact that he offered to wed her off not just for political gain but also out of spite.

"Why would a lord want to marry a bastard?" one of the men chuckled. Rhaenyra felt the need to deny Vikenja's bastardy to protect her image. In that moment, she noticed how much she projected Lucery on the girl, surprised by herself.

"The Lady is a dragonrider, and they are both almost the same age, are they not?" Lord Staunton inquired, silencing the man.

Vikenja looked at Rhaenyra with a pleading look, begging her not to marry her off. The girl never bothered to think about a marriage; as a Septa, she would have vowed to never marry nor to ever bear any children. But now she was in a different position, used as a bargaining chip.

The queen stayed still, thinking about her options. The idea was a good one at that; it was unlikely that the Young Lord would decline a wedding proposal with a dragonrider. But she would then need to let go of the girl, and Rhaenyra was not ready to be faced with the loss of her son again.

"Have you flowered yet, sweet child?" the queen whispered into the girls ear, hoping for a ´no´. The wedding could be moved into the future this way, and she could then spend more time with the girl.

"Yes, I have, your grace." Vikenja saw no use in lying. The servants would notice the dirtied bedsheets if she tried to keep up a lie. The girl began to pick at her fingernails again, her habit worsening over the time spent in the castle on dragonstone.

"Send a raven to the Lord Benjicot; propose a marriage between him and Lady Vikenja Waters," Rhaenyra deliberately answered. The girl felt betrayed, but for the short time she was with the queen, she truly trusted her, even seeing her as somewhat of a mother figure. The trust was now all gone; she felt used by her.

"Could I please be dismissed, your grace?" Vikenja knew she had no say in this. She could only try to accept her fate. Rhaenyra watched her with sad eyes, nodding quickly as her eyes followed the girls silhouette leaving the grand hall.

Vikenja had no idea where to go. She needed to clear her mind, but if she went to her dragon, she would then feel like a coward, trying to flee away from her problems. Instead, she tried to face them; the best place for that would be the sept. There, she could be left alone with her thoughts and try to get a better understanding of herself by reflecting on herself.

Vikenja then spun on her heel and walked to the Septa, subconciously wishing to meet the Septa Margareth.

The woman always spoke the truth, often being harsh. But Vikenja much prefers that instead of it being suggested or lied to. As she reached the steps that led to the gates of the sept, she paused. She wanted to leave this religious path in her life behind, closing the barricades to her beliefs. She felt conflicted, trying to break the religious habits that plagued her life.

´What am I doing?´, it felt like she was being controlled by the role models in her life.

Like she didn't, she didn´t have her own voice anymore. A tear slipped her eye, and then even more began to fall, streaming down her face. Her cheeks were coated with salty water, and she sniffed her nose. She shared one last glance towards the tall building before finally walking back towards the castle.

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When Vikenja returned to the castle, she went into the library to look for new books to read. As her eyes trailed over different bookshelves, she heard someone weeping. ´Is someone crying?´, she thought. Vikenja quickly searched for the source of the noises, finding a crying Baela sitting in the corner. Vikenja continued to march her way over to the princess, not wanting to see the girl sad.

The Targaryen princess noticed the footsteps and tried to convey her sniffles, deeply inhaling. "Baela." Vikenja whispered and sat next to her. The girls were not close, barely even knowing each other. But Vikenja knew that when being sad, comfort from another person was greatly needed and appreciated. Especially since she never had any, she knew what it felt like to be left alone with her own sorrow.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" she softly asked while taking the girl's hand in hers. It´s what Rhaenyra always did to comfort her, so Vikenja has now tried her best to copy her.

Baela exhaled deeply and turned to meet the girls gaze. "The queen sent Rhaena away to Pentos to take care of the Queen's young children and the few dragon eggs that were left."

´At least I am not the only one being shipped away´, Vikenja thought bitterly. "Pentos is far from here," Vikenja said, more to herself than to Baela. The princess nodded and stared at the ceiling. "Rhaena and I grew up in Pentos; my mother wished to go back to Driftmark, but she died at that place," she muttered. Silence engulfed the two girls, who sat next to each other.

"Today was most likely the last time I will ever see her."

"Why was she chosen for this task?" Vikenja questioned. Her eyes followed the flickering of the candles, which stood on a table in front of them, watching the silhouette of the fire dance around. Such a useful yet dangerous thing is the reason why the house of Targaryen would soon or later fall.

"She´s the only one without a dragon; the queen doesn´t need her for the battle." Vikenja nodded while standing up. If she spent any more time in this depressing silence, then she would start to think back to her future betrothal and her own personal demise.

"Do you want to do something else, princess?"

Baela raised a brow, now also standing up. "Do what?"

Vikenja smirked at the girl and suggested, "Let's ride our dragons; see who is quicker." Her proposition quickly lightened the mood. Baela chuckled and smeared the tears off of her face. "Are you asking this to distract me from my sorrow or from your own?" Baela turned away from her on her way to leave the tall building. "Does it matter?" Vikenja asked.

Baela continued to walk down the halls from the castle as she answered, "It does not."

Vikenja gulped down the feeling of anxiety; her betrothal was constantly occupying her mind. "Wait for me!" the girl exclaimed while running down the hall to meet the princess. "You are betrothed to Jace, correct?"

Baela linked their arms, continuing to walk together to the beach. "Yes, indeed. Why do you ask?" Vikenja felt warm at the sudden movement of the girl. Could this blossom into her first friendship? "How was it for you?" she spoke slowly, carefully choosing her words.

"Jace and I were betrothed since we were children; I don´t think I´m able to give you advice. It´s not like I´m promised to someone called Bloody Ben," Baela chuckled at the end of her sentence. When Vikenja heard the new nickname, she abruptly stopped walking. "He´s called the bloody ben?" She felt her blood run cold. It's quite ironic, isn´t it? The taunting bloody ben makes Vikenjas blood freeze. Baela turned to her, grabbing her shoulder in a calming manner. Similar to Jace before. "People say he is a shy boy but a beast on the battlefield. It might all just be rumors, though," the princess explained.

Vikenja scoffed, not pleased by Baela's words. "And then I must live in the Riverlands, where the air is moist and weird religion is being practiced," she whined. When Vikenja began to complain about the beliefs of the men in the riverlands, Baela stared sceptically at her. Baela rolled her eyes as she replied, "She says you."

Vikenja then shook her head at the Targaryen princess, dismissing her snarky remark. "I hope that he will decline the Queen's proposition," she quickly switched the topic, not feeling the need to discuss religion with Baela.

"Why would he?" Baela questioned as she called her dragon, Moondancer. "I´m a bastard," the girl replied while calling her own dragon. Baela began to laugh as both of them mounted their dragons. "You underestimate yourself. You are a dragonrider; every man in the seven realms would wed you in a second. No matter your parentage."

"And here you are, stealing the last bit of hope I had," Vikenja jested as the Grey Ghost took off into the sky, with Moondancer quickly following after him. "Be realistic, Vik!" Baela laughed loudly. The lady blushed in return, feeling herself flustered at the affectionate name-calling.

The two dragons then started a race to see who could fly around the entirety of Dragonstone in a shorter time. Moondancer was smaller and quicker, but Grey Ghost was much more thin and lankier. Vikenja would occasionally appear out of the clouds, startling the princess, who did not see the pale dragon coming, which Vikenja would always laugh at in return.

When Baela saw no dragon in sight, she then flew back to where they had begun the race, to which a grey ghost quickly appeared out of the cloud, landing on the ground before Baela herself.

Vikenja then chuckled at the princess, who huffed, jokingly punching the lady's shoulder after they dismounted their dragons. Moondancer then immerged into the skies, whereas the pale dragon surprisingly followed. "I think he likes Moondancer," Vikenja giggled as she watched the two dragons dance together. Baela smiled and then guided the girl back to the castle, where they continued to walk together.

"So, when will you two be wed?" Vikenja questioned. Baela seemed to be in thought for a short moment before replying, "II do not know, most likely when the war is over. Hopefully, I will see my sister then." The lady analyzed Baela's facial expression, noticing a hint of sadness. "Do you love him?"

Baela smiled sadly as she thought of an answer. "I think I can grow to love him." Vikenja then nodded, refraining from questioning the princess any more. As they arrived at the castle, the queen saw the two girls coming her way. Rhaenyra greeted them softly, to which the girls bowed. "Vikenja, do you still have your clothes from the sept?"

Vikenja looked at her, and confusion was written all over her face. "Yes, I do, your grace."

Rhaenyra smiled, clapping her hands together while nervously playing with her golden ring. "Could I borrow them?"

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"A raven has arrived from Dragonstone, my lord," the maester said. Benjicot nodded towards him, motioning for the man to bring the letter to him. "Is it from the queen?" Alysanne asked. Benjicot nodded as he read the long text, written in cursive. A surprised look was seen on his face, with a blush conveying his cheeks.

Alysanne chuckled, seeing his mood be more positive for a change. The battle at the burning mill took a toll on the young lord, with the death of his father and his men paining the boy, along with his newfound duties.

"What is it?" His aunt giggled, a smirk evident on her face. Benjicot looked towards his kin, averting his gaze to the ground as he spoke. "My hand is being asked for in marriage. The queen proposed a betrothal between me and the lady Vikenja Waters."

Alys raised a brow. "A bastard?" Benjicot flinched at the harsh description. "She rides a dragon," he added. Alysanne then walked over to the table he sat at, watching him intently. "A dragonrider on our side would be a great asset for us, to protect us from the greens," she hummed.

"She is a year younger than me," he thought while picturing what she may look like. "Well, what are you waiting for?" his aunt replied, to which he looked at her confused. "Send a raven; write to the queen that you will accept the betrothal and will soon visit Dragonstone to have a look at the lady Vikenja yourself," she elaborated while patting the boy on the shoulder.

"Okay, I will write to her grace right now," he stumbled over his words, quickly standing up to go to his study.

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A prophecy- Chapter 1

Benjicot Blackwoodx ofc

A girl raised in the sept of dragonstone during the dance of the dragon is tortured by vivid dreams. Her ability is a great asset to the queen, to forsee the future. The house of Blackwood is somehow linked to her dreams, what could that possibly mean?

~4K words

(Can be used as a self insert, due to little to no description of the character)

A few men, with clothing representing their house sigils, were walking up to each other. She couldn´t make out their voices since her view wasn´t clear enough. Suddenly the men started fighting, and in the next second, she only saw dead bodies spread across the meadow and bloodied limbs in the river.

With the blink of an eye, the scenery was long gone, and instead, she now saw the sept in front of her. ´A vision´, she thought. Her breathing became irregular, and her hands began to shake uncontrollably.

An elderly woman dressed in a gray gown walked outside the sept and noticed the girl in front of her. "Vikenja!" The woman snapped her out of her dreamy trance. The girl met the septa and bowed slightly in acknowledgment. "Septa Margareth, I will be inside very soon."

The older woman looked at her with distrust in her eyes. "Always have a good grip on your necklace if you wish not to sin, Vikenja."

Septa Margareth continued to walk down the steps and left quickly afterward to teach the royal children. The girl turned her gaze to her own hands, which now held the pendant of the faith of the seven. A tear fell into her palm, wetting the charm. Since her early childhood, she has dreamed of visions that soon became true.

One would say she was insane; the septa called her stained due to sinful behavior. Vikenja, not being a believer in the faith of the seven, had often gotten into trouble for speaking her mind out loud, belittling the religion she practiced.

Septa Margareth was the only mother-like figure in her life since she was raised in the house of the seven. However, she never truly fit in due to her visions, which were treated as if they were the work of the devil.

Vikenja took a deep breath and stood up again, now entering the seventh. Her first task was to light the candles inside the dark hall. It was cold inside, and the hall looked the opposite of holy. As she began to light the different-sized candles, a new vision flashed before her eyes. It was the same as before, but the view was more clear now.

Vikenja was able to make out the different house sigils. She gasped as she realized the men in front were from House Blackwood, including Lord Samwell, one of the Queen's most loyal supporters. Their bloodied corpse was lying on the grass with an arrow sticking out of it.

In less than a second, the match fell out of her hand and onto the table, which, in return, was lit on fire. A surprised scream erupted in her throat as she quickly searched for a bucket to fill with water and extinguish the fire with it. While smearing the sweat off of her forehead and straightening her hood, she let out a deep breath.

´ I must let Her Grace know of this´, she gasped.

But would the queen even believe the girl? Vikenja hesitated; her gaze was glued to the puddle of water, with multiple drops falling to the marble floor. The Septa might have ignored her ´unholy´ dreams, but the queen could have a different view on this, a ´non-religious´ one.Vikenja quickly ran out of the house and went on her way to the castle.

Thanks to Dragonstone being a small island, the route didn´t take too long. As she arrived at the gates of the castle, a knight noticed the girl's attire and greeted her. "Please bring me to the queen; I have urgent news for Her Grace."

He bowed in return and opened the gates. His footsteps were heavy and fast, echoing through the entire hallway. Vikenja was quick on her heels to follow, and the knight soon stopped in front of a tall door and opened it, announcing Vikenja's presence.

The girl bowed in front of her queen and watched the knight close the door behind him. The queen was in her chambers, sitting in silence as she grieved the death of her son. The atmosphere was thick and overwhelming with sadness.

As the queen turned around to see the girl standing at the door, she quickly stood up and flattened out the folds on her dress.

"Septa Vikenja, might I ask what news you wish to announce?" The girl took a quick breath and corrected her. "I am not a septa yet, your grace. I am still in training," she began. Rhaenyra nodded in acknowledgment, though the confusion was still visible on her face. "Your Grace, it lies in Your judgment to decide what You wish to do with the information, but..."

Vikenja thought about how to tell Her Grace about her dream. "I am afraid that House Blackwood and House Bracken will soon have a battle at the Burning Mill where the men of House Blackwood will fall, including Lord Samwell. I saw it in a vision, Your Grace."

Vikenja's eyes were glossy and droopy. The queen hesitated, unsure how to answer. Her brows furrowed as she looked outside the window and watched the beach. "Do you often have such kinds of visions?"

"I was born with the torment of seeing the future, like some sort of warning, I suppose." Her voice quietened at the end of her sentence.

Rhaenyra looked at her with a certain amount of understanding held in her gaze and took a step forward. "May I?" she asked and proceeded to take off Vikenjas Hood. As the queen saw her silver hair, she raised her head. Her theory was correct; the girl was a true dragon dreamer, just like Rhaenyra's own father. "You´re a dragon seed; it is in your blood to see dreams as vivid as if they were reality."

Vikenja looked at her with a questioning gaze. "Dragonseed? I am afraid I am not able to follow, Your Grace." She wasn´t aware of her parentage, since she was raised in a house where last names did not exist.

"I suppose you do not know about your true parents; it does not matter now, but you are a descendant of House Targaryen. In our lineage, some have been born with the ability to foresee the future." The queen now held Vikenja by her shoulders in a comforting manner.

"It is a burden and a blessing at once."

Rhaenyra sat on the couch and motioned for Vikenja to do the same. The girl slowly made her way to the red furniture and let herself fall on the comforter. "I must thank you for trusting me with this personal information, though I must admit my confusion. A dragon's dream is mostly linked to one's future; it must mean that you are somehow linked to the battle of the burning mill."

Feeling the anxiety rise in her body, Vikenja began to pick at her short fingernails, and her lip began to quiver. Her being linked to such a grotesque event was troubling her mind. How could she possibly have anything to do with the murder of hundreds of men? "I do not understand, Your Grace."

Noticing the self-harm, Rhaenyra quickly took the girl's hand in her own and carefully caressed it. She then took a strand of Vikenja's hair and tucked it behind her ear, caressing her head in a motherly way. Rhaenyra knew the girl lacked a mother figure in her life, and she felt herself magically drawn to comfort the child; somehow she saw her son Lucery in the girl.

"I am afraid I cannot give you an explanation behind the meaning of it." Vikenja slowly leaned into the queen's touch, letting her own guard down. "Tell me, dear child, how old are you?"

"My fourteenth name day was three moons ago, Your Grace."

Rhaenyra looked down at their interwoven hands and sighed softly. "Tell me, Vikenja. Do you wish to live the rest of your life in September?" The unexpected question made Vikenja overthink her current situation. The religion that was forced upon her made her feel imprisoned, but she never thought about anything else.

It was always very clear to her that she´d become a Septa and practice the faith of the seven until she would grow too old to see another day in this world. "I suppose I didn´t give it much thought, but I don´t have much of a choice," she said, turning her head to the other side so that the queen wouldn´t see the tear falling down her face.

"You could live here in the castle, grow up, and learn more about your ancestry." Vikenja's eyes widened at the offer. Why would the queen do such a thing? "I have nothing to offer in return, Your Grace."

Rhaenyra averted her gaze down to her feet as she let go of Vikenja's hand. She then stood up and paced around the room, Vikenja's eyes watching her the entire time.

"We are currently at war. I need everyone's help, especially if they can foresee the future. Besides, you have the dragon's blood flowing through your veins, and there are untamed dragons on this island."

Rhaenyra truly felt bad; she knew her offer would give her a worse fate than living the rest of her life in a boring Sept. It was selfish of her to involve a girl in the war, but Rhaenyra was desperate.

The queen stopped in the middle of the room to await the girl's answer. "Are you sure, Your Grace?" Sincerity was written across the queen's face as she took Vikenja's hands again. She pulled the girl from the comforter and took her into an embrace. "Your presence would be appreciated greatly."

The girl nodded slowly as she pulled out of the embrace. A physical touch from the queen herself made her feel conflicted. It felt like a mother's embrace, which made Vikenja slightly uncomfortable.

"Do not fret; I will announce it myself to the Septa Margareth. You might go to your new chamber; Ser Lares will show it to you." Rhaenyra opened the door and whispered something to the knight standing behind the walls of the queen's chamber. He nodded in return and bowed in front of Vikenja, motioning for her to follow in his footsteps once again.

"Your Grace," she said, lowering her head and leaving the Queen Chambers. She walked through the castle's hallway at a quick pace. The walls were thick, the stone was of a dark color, and the surface of the floor was marbled, similar to the sept. Vikenja was able to see her reflection on the marble. She had a troubled expression, and her eyebags turned a light purple. Her new life would be dangerous from now on; it was even expected of her to bond with a beast, which even the bravest of men were afraid of.

The girl almost stumbled into the knight when he halted in front of a dark brown door. "Your chambers, Lady Vikenja."

Her brows furrowed at the newly given title. She bid him goodbye as she entered her new chamber. To the right was a tall window, showing the scenery of the cold sea. In the middle was a queen-sized bed with golden charms carved into the bedframe. She stood on a black carpet; she presumed it was from sheep.

Next to the bed was a nightstand, graced with candles, and a bathtub next to a closet. The room radiated a certain amount of warmth and comfort that she wasn´t familiar with. Everything looked so expensive and luxurious; she never would have thought she´d see the privilege of living with royalty. Vikenja walked up to the bed and caressed the soft material of the bedsheet.

She closed her eyes in delight at the newfound softness. A knock came from outside the door, and a maid entered with a gown that was black and red. The maid was a young girl herself, not older than seventeen.

"Lady Vikenja, the queen requested for me to give you a bath and dress you in the gown I´ve brought." She nodded and walked towards the maid, asking for her name. "Belise, my lady."

"I can take a bath alone; please leave the gown on the bed." The maid nodded and filled the bath with water before putting the dress on the bed and closing the doors behind her.

Vikenja exhaled deeply as she took off her gray gown, stepping into the warm water. She took off the religious pendant hanging around her neck, throwing it on the ground with enough force to see its break.

She then closed her eyes as she sat down. The candles in front of her flickered while she let her thoughts run freely. This would be her new life now, being washed in the freshest of water and clothed in the silkiest gowns in the entire realm. It all felt surreal for her, like it was all a dream she was having.

Her dreams all held a warning, so she was told. Was this also one?

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Rhaenyra walked into the library, where she found the septa Margareth teaching embroidery to the princesses Rhaena and Baela. Both of the girls shared the same bored expression. It seemed like they did not care at all for such things, especially when they could be training outside instead.

"Septa Margareth, a word, please" the queen said, shifting her weight on one foot and playing with her golden ring. "Your Grace," the two girls mumbled before leaving the hall, leaving the two women alone. The Septa stood up from her stool and bowed in front of the queen. "Your Grace, is something troubling you?"

Rhaenyra cleared her throat before answering, "The Lady Vikenja will not continue her training." Instead, she will be staying here in the castle." She gave the Septa a short explanation, refusing to give her any more clues.

The Septa opened her mouth to reply, shocked to hear such a thing. Rhaenyra interrupted her, not giving her the chance to ask more questions. "I will not repeat myself Vikenja will stay here from now on. Tell the princesses their class is finished for today."

Rhaenyra didn´t wait for an answer and quickly spun on her heel to leave the library. She was aware of the weight of her actions. She may have caused the future death of a child, but she had to do it, didn´t she? Or was it Daemon entering her head and influencing her judgment?

Speaking of which, he still has not returned, and she has ceased to care for him. Rhaenyra selfishly projected her dead son onto the girl, easing her grief by mothering Vikenja.

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The feeling of comfort suddenly left Vikenja's body, as she was now aware of her newfound duty. Vikenja quickly washed her hair with the oils that had been put to the side and readied herself to meet the queen again.

As soon as she opened the doors, Ser Lares turned to her and stepped aside. "The queen has requested your presence in the grand hall." Vikenja gave him a quick nod and walked beside him.

The doors were opened by a different knight as Ser Lares led her inside. In the middle were multiple people gathered around a long table, which was a map of Westeros. The queen stood at the front, next to a boy a bit older than Vikenja, as she met the girl's gaze, her eyes lightening up at the dress the girl wore.

"Lady Vikenja Waters, please accompany me." She smiled softly, but her voice held a firm tone of authority. The Lords who stood beside her looked at her with curious eyes. As her eyes wandered through the different people, she noticed a man who looked familiar. His clothes were of the same color as her gown, though his sigil was the one of Blackwood. Vikenja met his gaze, and then she realized it was Lord Samwell.

The dead man in her vision Her eyes widened, and she quickly looked at the queen, who slightly nodded and took her hand in her own.

"Is the bastard a dragon seed?" Lord Staunton spoke freely without mincing his words. The girl felt under pressure as she felt her anxiety rise once again.

"As you can see, Lady Vikenja is of Targaryen descent; she bears the blood of the dragon." She lives here in the castle and will soon claim a dragon, so we will have more dragonriders on our side."The brunette next to Rhaenyra watched Vikenja with distrust in his eyes, similar to the Septa Margareth. He didn´t know Vikenja's true intentions.

Vikenja glanced at her silver hair while listening to the queen's words. She was never aware of the fact that her hair color held significance—not even the blood that ran through her veins. Lord Samwell glanced at the girl's face, and his gaze wandered down to her body. "How old is the lady?"

"Fourteen, my lord," she answered loudly enough for him to hear. He nodded quickly and seemed to be in thought afterward. The queen returned to the political discussion they held before Vikenja's arrival. While trying to pick up any of the information the conversation withheld, she understood little to nothing.

After the meeting was over and the Lords left, Rhaenyra shifted her attention to the girl next to her. "Do you wish to visit the dragonmont with me?" she asked, giving her a small smile.

Vikenja nodded, unsure whether to say something or to keep quiet. "You will learn everything about political arrangements when the time comes, dear child." She caressed the girl's shoulder as she led her to her own dragon.

The girl gasped as they got near it, never having seen a dragon up close. She wasn´t as scared as she thought she´d be, but instead was in awe.

"Her name is Syrax." Rhaenyra walked up to the dragon and petted its head. Vikenja giggled as she watched the dragon lean into its owner's touch. Rhaenyra guided Vikenjas Hand to pet the she-dragon. The scales under her palm were a weird sensation for the girl.

Rhaenyra felt a tear slip from her eye as she watched the girl caress the dragon. The girl's nervousness and naivety reminded her a lot of Lucery. It might have been the reason she offered housing to the strange girl.

"You will need to know commands before claiming your dragon. The words Dohaeris mean to obey, Lykiri means calm, Soves means to fly, and Dracarys means dragon fire. You will need to know how to calm the dragon beforehand, so it won´t be alarmed by your presence."

Vikenja nodded, processing the new information. "The dragons are somewhere up on the dragonmount. There are three of them in total, the gray ghost, the cannibal, and the sheepstealer. The cannibal is rumored to be a dragon with black scales, while the gray ghost shares the same color as its name, and the sheepstealer has a brown color to its scales."

Rhaenyra refrained from explaining the dragon's names to Vikenja, not wanting to fear the girl.

Rhaenyra proceeded to point up to the volcano in front of them. Next to it was the narrow sea. "Be careful."

Vikenja nodded and bid her goodbye, walking towards the sea. The air was fresh and smelled salty, and the water was a beautiful light blue. By taking her shoes off, she could go into the cold sea, her dress getting drenched while bathing her feet.

As she looked up into the sky, she noticed a white figure pacing through the clouds that hid the sun. ´It must be the Grey Ghost´, she thought. His scales were pale gray-white, and his build was slender, which made it hard for her to see him. Vikenja slowly made her way out of the water, drying her feet with her gown before putting on her boots again. She hummed a soft melody in the hope of awakening the dragon's curiosity.

She then began to walk around the sea, still humming the melody that she was familiar with. It was the same melody that she always hummed to fall asleep due to her fear of sleeping alone. It always calmed her nerves when she was left alone.

Minutes, eventually an hour, had passed, and she was still humming the melody. Vikenja was going to stop, but then she saw the same figure in the clouds again. She quickly began to realize that the dragon was encircling her, flying to the music she was producing. Vikenja held out a hand as she hummed more loudly now.

The dragon landed on the volcano and screeched at her. "Lykiri, Grey Ghost," she said as she put a hand in his direction. She began to walk up towards the dragon, trying her best to be slow and calm. "Lykiri," she repeated, but now in a firm tone. The dragon lowered its head as it awaited Vikenja. She continued to hum the song while taking the last step towards the dragon, and then she waited for the dragon to lean its head into her palm while whispering Lykiri the entire time.

The shy dragon slowly leaned into her touch as he listened to her commands. "Dohaeris, Grey Ghost!" she exclaimed while walking to the dragon's body, climbing it slowly. As soon as she sat on top, she regretted her decision to not have a saddle.

But she knew this was her chance to bond with the dragon, so she commanded him to fly.

"Dohaeris, Soves, Grey Ghost!" she exclaimed, the anxiety raising in her voice. The dragon stood up and began to walk before quickly taking to the sky. Vikenja had to grip his horns so she wouldn´t fall. She screamed as the air whipped her face, closing her eyes.

When she noticed that the dragon's movements were more smooth, she opened her eyes again to see the scenery before her. She held one hand out to graze through the clouds. It was a calming experience, it was nothing like she expected it to be. Due to the bond between Vikenja and her dragon, she was able to feel his emotions the other way around. Their personalities were similar in a way, both have always been alone.

Vikenja smiled as she petted his back. Both of them continued to fly for a few more hours until it was time for supper. Her dragon landed on the beach, in front of her chambers. She quickly dismounted him and sent him back to fly away, before alarming the guards of her presence.

Four dragonkeepers were soon sent, carrying a saddle for the dragon. When Vikenja called her dragon, she had to calm him the entire time, so that the men could do their work. She felt her anxiety rise due to feeling the dragon's stress.

She softly hummed the same melody as before, until the dragon keepers were finished and Grey Ghost could fly back into the sky and away from the castle.

Vikenja felt proud of herself for the first time in her life. She felt as if she had accomplished something that would change her life forever. With a dragon on her side, she was now a force to be reckoned with.

The girl soon went into the castle to meet with the queen and tell her about her accomplishments. The queen welcomed her with an embrace, which Vikenja awkwardly accepted. Rhaenyra kissed the top of her head and told her how proud she was of her. The more time Rhaenyra spent in the girl's presence, the more she didn´t want to let go of her. She couldn´t make the same mistake twice, could she?