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♕ A/N: I wrote this a while ago and have just been tinkering with it. Thought I’d post it since it’s just sitting with the rest of my many unposted drafts of ideas. Still stuck in this writers rut.

♕ SUMMARY: When salt and sea met fire and blood, it gave history the likes of Laenor and Laena Velaryon. While history often glazes over them, never over her.

♕ WORD COUNT: 1.2K

♕ WARNING: None

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Your giggles are drowned out by Jacaerys' consistent calls of your name. Moving quickly you easily scaled the Red Keep walls, hardly paying attention to your footing.

“We have been instructed to desist in climbing about the keep. It is dangerous we shall fall,” Jacaerys stared up at you with pleading eyes as many of the passing nobles watched the two of them.

“It is dangerous. We shall fall,” Your voice squeaked as you took a seat on the edge letting your legs dangle off the edge. Your hair wildly blows back as you grin down at the Prince. “Will you forever swear obeisance to rules?”

“Lady Velayron, your father would likely be unhappy to know his daughter persists in participating in dangerous activities,” Ser Harwin called up to you with a growing smirk.

“If Lord Corlys cared so urgently as you claim then perhaps he’d be here to correct his daughters behavior,” You smirked down at the knight, cocking your head to the side.

“Get down, now,” Ser Laenor huffed, crossing his arms as you rolled your eyes. The three watched as you climbed down with ease, one wrong step and your life permanently altered or forfeit. “How many times have I told you to stop climbing about the keep.”

“We ride dragons and yet your concern is my climbing?” You asked, crossing your arms looking up at Laenor. Laenor ignored you, opting to remind your nephew it was almost time for training.

“And Rhaenyra is expecting you in the commons,” Laenor said, groaning, your shoulders slouch as Harwin said he was already headed in that direction.

“Of course you are,” You rolled your eyes as Harwin urged you through the keep. As you passed the training yard, you paused at the sight of the boys.

“I see Ser Cole is at it again,” You grumbled, crossing your arms. You could never make sense of the Dornish Knight. Not for the lack of trying, your blunt line of questioning earning the Knights cold vacant stares always typically reserved for your dark haired nephews. “Do you think he ever tires of being a grouch?”

Harwin chuckled lazily, you looked up at him narrowing your eyes. He certainly did not hear you, the way his eyes remained on the training yard. His lack of awareness leaves you time to climb quickly up the neighboring wall peering down at the private training.

You scoffed down at them, sticking your tongue out as Moody Aemond caught your gaze. The boy rolled his eyes, the minor reaction earning a snicker. As the boys practice their forward jabs with the blunted wooden swords, your eyes sparkle with wonder. You jab your own arm forward mimicking the movement. The Dornish Knights instruction cements in your brain as you practice as though you wield your own sword.

“Lady Velayron, get down here and on we go,” Ser Harwins baritone shatters your fantasy in seconds. You huffed your arms flailing with a dramatic drop of your shoulders.

“Why must I join the princess. We’ll just drink tea and maybe sew. It’s mind numbingly dull,” You complained, a snicker from below transitioning your dramatic whining into a fiery glare.

“We all must partake in the things that befit us my lady,” Aegon taunts.

“So shouldn’t you be scrubbing chamber pots?” You countered, collective chuckles from her nephews and Aemond fueling the fire.

“You little—!” Aegon angrily pointed up to be met with a sly smirk. Your eyebrow raised as you grin. Aegon’s tantrum swiftly cut by the Dornish Knight's stern tone.

“Lady Velaryon, how many times must you be told there is no place for you here in this session?” Ser Cole looked up at you, his gaze not as cold as it could be but not what you wanted.

“I’d make a better student than that bonehead,” You counter, earning another angry huff from Aegon.

“Since you believe yourself to be so knowledgeable, please regale us on the prince's shortcomings,” His patronizing tone was far more harsh than necessary.

“Lady Velaryon let’s go,” Ser Harwin called out.

“His posture is flat, grip on the handle too loose, and jab extension too far. One parry and shoulder jab forward he could be knocked off his feet by any stronger or faster opponent,” You cross your arms, your matter of fact, silencing the training yard. At that you continue, “he's a one note warrior swinging wildly leaving himself vulnerable to smaller attacks.”

Ser Cole's eyes narrowed, his gaze unreadable as a girl not even half his age challenged his word. A students performance reflects not only of their own talents or lack thereof but the talent of their teacher. One truth could not be denied, in his teachings you had been listening.

“This is a closed training session for the princes of the realm. Any further interruptions from you will result in discussions of disciplinary action. Are we clear, my lady?” You scoff. Rolling your eyes you climbed down silently, falling into step with Ser Harwin.

“My lady, you must focus,” Septa Marlow urged as you groan.

“Blah blah. The Conqueror came, took over. Failed to take Dorne. His son failed at being king, his scary son failed at diplomacy. Several Targaryens later. Now we are here,” You concluded your bored gaze locked with your Septa’s stern one.

Rhaenyra chuckled, entering the room with a grin, “my little lady perhaps you should write the history texts.”

“It’d be far more interesting than this,” You rest your chin in the palm of your hand. Your elbow atop the table as your fingers drum against your cheek. “I want to train with the sword but Ser Cole is rude and stupid. Any advice?”

Rhaenyra takes a seat dismissing Marlow, her hand atop her pregnant belly, “now what advice do you think I could have for such a thing?”

“Well girls usually aren’t heirs yet you are set to sit the throne,” Rhaenyra smiles warmly.

“Well for starters calling my brother a bone head who should be scrubbing chamber pots will not aid you in your conquest,” Rhaenyra reasons with amusement dancing in her eyes with a raised eyebrow.

“I only spoke the truth, what’s the harm in that!” You exclaim, earning another laugh. Your gaze falling absent, kicking your dangling feet beneath the table. Visibly not listening to a single word leaving Rhaenyra.

“When you become queen can you declare I have to be allowed into training sessions?” You ask, the princess chuckling.

“My best advice to you, if you wish to insert yourself into places you’re unwanted. You must know when to speak and when to hold your tongue.” Rhaenyra said ruffling your hair with a gentle smile.

You giggle softly, your gaze shifting to her pregnant belly, “I hope the babe is a girl.”

“Me as well, my girl. But if it’s a boy I’ll be just as happy,” Rhaenyra rubs her belly a tender glint in her eyes as you lean down to her belly. Your eyes narrow, speaking to her pregnant belly as though you can will the gender. “You better be a girl.”

“And if it’s a boy?” Rhaenyra chuckles softly. Your eyes narrow on her stomach as you grumble. “Mhm. Traitor.”

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Fun Story to Share.

I got my (now 18-year-old) daughter into Ao3 back in 2021. I taught her she should always comment - even if the fic looks old or abandoned or whatever. She did.

Well - she got this email this morning:

The fic was written in 2014 and essentially abandoned.

Bethy read and reviewed in 2021 (and was actually the only person who had commented at all).

Today in 2025 - the final chapter was posted by the author and this was her reply to Bethy’s comment.

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Never question whether a fic is too old to comment on.

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To my readers!

To all of you that has been sending such kind anonymous messages and commenting on my work, I greatly appreciate you!

Firstly, I owe you all such an apology for dropping off of writing without explanation. I have fallen into a very vicious habit of comparing my writing and reader engagement to others on this app. It has taken a terrible toll upon my confidence in my work. I have been experiencing writers block for some time now.

I would love to continue writing but my confidence is very low.

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I want everyone to know that this is me every time someone drops a comment on something I've written:

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Now kith😌💖

MY SWEETHEARTS 😭😭😭

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Rhaenyra reminds me of those white moms who have kids with a different race father and then refuses to acknowledge that they don’t have the same privileges as her. like she’s had so much privilege and power her whole life she can’t even see the corner she’s just backed her child, her heir into. She’s so dense that it hurts. Jace is right. ALICENT was right. Having three fucking kids with a man whose genes had proved to curb stomp yours IS an insult! Not bc bastards are evil or anything, but it’s a fucking insult to Jace, to Luke, to Joffery to drag them in a situation where they’re constantly demonized for YOUR actions and then REFUSE to own up to it even when your child is begging you with literal tears in their eyes to not take the one thing that saves him from the bullying and harassment YOU brought onto them. At this point, I’m extremely grateful the story ends with the targs in disarray bc none of those white haired fuckers deserve the throne (except for Baela and Jace, with brown hair

And to make it even worse, Jace is RIGHT. When the war is over and your brown haired, pug nosed child who looks exactly like someone NOT his legal father is named heir and you’ve taken his ONLY symbol of legitimacy away what will you do then?? Hmm?? I swear…

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I keep seeing debates about this and I want to know where everyone’s head is at.

The Criston and Rhaenyra incident.

I acknowledge the power imbalance. At the same time there was no indication of coercion so I can’t make head or tales of how to view it. Furthermore, I didn’t really see this argument (that doesn’t mean it didn’t exist) so prevalent until post season two.

I immediately recognized the power imbalance but I never got a “do this or you’re cooked vibe.” Hell he asked her to runaway from him and she basically just said no and shrugged.

What breaks my brain even further is if Rhaenyra assaulted Cole does that mean due to the power imbalance did Alicent assault him as well?

Also I am not anti these characters I just want to reach every one because I’m curious on different outlooks.

BE RESPECTFUL OR I WILL BLOCK YOU.

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At the end of the day, I hope the actors know none of this is on them when people are upset or don’t like this season. They carried the show and their characters on their own when the writers clearly don’t understand any of them.

They were all perfect in every way.

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“Aegon the realm’s delight” is the saddest line ever. Aegon wants to be a daughter so bad. To be coddled and gazed upon with love and affection rather than distain and fear. Rhaenyra wishes to be a son. She wants the loyalty everyone has to be unwavering. She wants to be feared and respected like a man. They are truly two sides of the same coin.

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I’ve been seeing this take and here are my thoughts. What Rhaenyra said was right to a point. Aegon has to die which will destroy the movement of his supporters. What needs to be acknowledged is this war is more than just a son for a son.

She has to kill all her brothers when we really think about it. The only way to really squash another rebellion (which this is technically) she would have to remove any other trueborn sons Viserys sired. That being Aegon, Aemond, and Daeron.

I do think that everyone is forgetting Rhaenyra never planned to harm her siblings. Once the throne was usurped and her son was killed it quickly became an us or them situation.

I don’t condone what happened to Jaehaerys but man does this fandom place blame in the oddest places.

Things I blame characters for:

Rhaenyra my queen, my GWORL. You couldn’t have had ONE legitimate baby with Laenor. Sheesh. The odds were stacked against you and you did yourself no favors with them beautiful dark haired babies. I do believe in the books though the boys were legitimate and just victims of circumstance.

Alicent, yes your bitterness through the years made your children unkind. Except Helaena, she’s a doll. Had Alicent actually put focus into her children and not into spiting Rhaenyra, things could’ve been different. Her anger is very misplaced, she’s mad Rhaenyra can do whatever she wants. Her dad was the king, your dad pimped you out. Be mad at your dad.

Damn you Daemon Targaryen for blood and cheese. Damn you.

Otto, if you planned to install your grandson WHY THE FUCK DID YOU NOT MAKE HIM AN UPSTANDING CITIZEN. Goofiest plan ever.

AMICABLE AND PRODUCTIVE REPLIES ONLY. If anyone comes at me crazy they’re just getting BLOCKED.

rhaenyra asking alicent to choose, "a son for a son”

wtf do you mean, who even wrote the script???

WHAT ABOUT BLOOD AND CHEESE?!?! WHAT ABOUT JAEHAERYS?!?!

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Pretty sure I caught a glimpse of a spoiler for the HOTD finale and UGH. YOU FUCKING ASSHOLESSSSSSS UGHHHHH WHY TF ARE YOU OPENLY POSTING PICTURES AND THINGS SO CASUALLY!

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Book!Aemond Targaryen would beat the shit out of Show!Aemond Targaryen for the stupid shit he pulled, and Show!Aemond would be disappointed of Book!Aemond's loyalty to Aegon, but they don't know that they're both idiots and are destined to make the worst decisions ever known to mankind.

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there’s just something about black motherhood that just warms my heart. ❤️🌹 sending love to all black mothers.

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Insanely hot—

serving face after killing someone is insane

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If you [ b l a c k ] reblog this.

don’t care what shade just reblog.

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I thought I was going to be indifferent about Alys but I’m kind of loving her so far haha. Little weirdo😂💖

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Is he a hypocrite? Definitely.

Is he annoying? Yes, yes he is.

Do I wanna slap box him? I really, really do.

Is he worse than Joffrey and Ramsay? NO.

Not even close. Ramsay and Joffrey are literally spawns of Satan.

I feel like if Crispy Cole did some self reflecting and changed his life purpose he could be a better person. After sleeping with Rhaenyra that man had an identity crisis and just never recovered. Rather than working on it he’s focused all of his unhappiness into destroying Rhaenyra.

i still don't understand the criston cole hate. i've seen people on twitter say they hate him more than joffrey or ramsey. that's literally insane.