#alys rivers' son

[sleeplessdreamer123]

Fanfic Idea! (ABO Lucemond, The Past Repeats Itself)

Where Aemond didn't realize he was favoring his bastard son with Alys until it was too late.

But in the eyes of one of his children with Lucerys.

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Daenys Targaryen was scared. She heard her muña's horrified gasp, saw him rush towards where they huddled together, and cried when he saw the state of Baelon, his sweet son, his first born boy, a group of Maesters trying to calm him down. Aemon, his twin, held his brother's hand, and when he felt their muña's hand on his shoulder, he cried, his face having been bruised by a large fist.

The person who owned the fist in question was there. Aerion, her older half-brother, watched the scene with a cruel smile. Daenys didn't like him. She didn't like him when he tried to push Aemon down a cliff, she didn't like him when he tried to barge into Alysanne's room, she didn't like him when he ripped her new dress up, and he especially didn't like him now, with a satisfied grin on his face. He had no remorse for what he's done. He has permanently scarred her older brother, and he was happy.

She had never felt so scared and angry in all her life. Her brother's screams terrified her, it was...animalistic. Even now he wailed in agony, the right side of his face was completely burnt. The Maesters were applying cream to at least cool the wound down, but he still screamed and struggled, he begged for their muña. Daenys saw another wave of pain hitting her muña, his face twisting in complete agony as his son continue to wail, even when he held him.

"What happened?"

Daenys turned to see her grandmother, and she felt the weight of what occured that day. She allowed herself to cry and opened her arms, wishing to be hugged as well. She saw her older sister Alysanne wanting the same thing, and she dragged her to their grandmother's arms. It was so warm, so sweet, so caring. She pretended not to notice how her grandmother angled herself, blocking the cruel and heated gaze from Aerion.

"Oh, my girls. What happened?" She whispered to them, and Daenys found herself too choked up to answer. So Alysanne did it for her.

"Aerion called Baelon a bastard for having muña's hair." Alysanne began, and Daenys felt her grandmother tightening her hug. "He said true Targaryens had silver hair and purple eyes. He said he would prove it. He...he held Baelon's head over the fire. He said true Targaryens don't burn, and that it was proof Baelon's a bastard."

If it was any other day, Daenys would scoff at that. Aerion was the bastard. The servants said so. The noblemen she eavesdropped on said so. She heard her muña said so, after the incident with Aemon, her brother's fever so high, they all thought the stranger would visit. He didn't know Daenys heard, but she did. And that was enough of a confirmation for her.

And besides, Baelon wasn't a bastard, and the proof was as clear as day, with him sharing the womb with Aemon, the one who looks the most like a Targaryen prince.

"Aemon tried to stop him," Alysanne hiccupped, tears forming in her eyes. "Aerion punched him and we dragged Baelon away. Grandmother," she was close to sobbing, "Baelon said he couldn't see me."

She saw her grandmother look at Aerion, horrified, then at Baelon, with an emotion Daenys couldn't really place.

The doors opened, and Daenys felt herself stiffen. Her kepa is here, his scent of smoke and ash completely dominating the room. She buried herself deeper in the arms of her grandmother and older sister.

She never felt anything for him but clear hatred. She couldn't show it, though. Her muña told her so. But she did. She truly did. A part of her wished to be a bastard, because it would mean the man standing there wasn't her actual kepa, and that her true kepa would come someday, rescue her muña and the rest of them.

She never felt any love from her kepa. He didn't punish Aerion when Aemon almost died, he didn't punish him when he almost forced himself into Alysanne's room, he didn't punish him for tearing up the dress her muña ordered just for her. She didn't bother begging for her brother's justice. She knew they would get none, just like before, they would only get cold indifference, because he always favored Aerion in the end.

She looked over to see what excuse he would give Aerion now. Did he perhaps not know what he was doing? Was he confused, like a toddler not knowing what to do? Will Baelon be blamed, like Aemon, like Alysanne, like she was when they asked for justice, for protection, for an ounce of care? Or will he blame their muña? Will he curse him in High Valyrian, will he place the blame on him, will he excuse his favorite son again?

It was obvious he would.

So why did he falter at the sight of Baelon? Why did shock cross his face at the sight of a permanently scarred boy of ten and two?

Daenys' hands crumpled her grandmother's skirts. She wished to scream at him. Baelon is hurt because of his favorite boy, and all he could do is stare.

Get out. GET OUT!

"Get out."

Daenys was surprised, before realizing it didn't come from her mouth, but from her muña's. He had his back turned away from the door, too busy watching over Baelon and Aemon, but they all knew who he was addressing.

He was telling the King of the Realms to get out of the room.

Daenys saw him froze, as if he'd been slapped. Her muña never did that before. Ordering their kepa to leave. She felt a joy she hadn't felt in a while when she saw a hint of hurt in her kepa's face.

"Lucerys..." He called her muña's name in a way that shocked Daenys. He never used that tone, not with their part of the family. At least, not that she knew of. It was the type of soft plea, an almost pleasant one. She never knew that that man could use such a tone.

Something must have snapped in her muña, because she saw him turn to face her kepa, and his eyes, his eyes held the look of a angered dragon. They blazed with fury, with hatred.

"My son is hurt." Her muña said in a voice that held barely contained rage. "I do not have the time or energy to listen to your excuses for that bastard. Leave, and take that demon with you."

Aerion's face morphed into an ugly scowl, and Daenys looked at it very closely, to remember it for all her life.

"You dare call me a bastard, you whore's son-"

This time, Daenys couldn't stop her gasp. Kepa slapped Aerion. The King slapped his favorite son.

Even Aerion was surprised. He was never disciplined. He would run his mouth and the King would ignore every disrespectful thing that exits it. But not now. No, he was actually slapped.

Daenys will treasure the memory of Aerion's shocked face for the rest of her life.

Her kepa didn't bother looking at his favorite son. He kept staring at her muña. Her muña glared at them both.

"I will not ask again, Aemond. Take your bastard and leave. I have a son to tend to, and you are merely wasting my time."

Her kepa looked like he wanted to to argue, but her muña already turned back to Baelon, completely ignoring the King.

"How is Baelon?" He tried, directing his question to the Maester.

"The right side of the Prince's face is burnt beyond saving. We will need to cut the burnt pieces off. He will be scarred for life. And..." The Maester hesitated a little, before continuing, "his right eye is permanently damaged, and it seems his left eye is unresponsive, nothing we can do would save them."

The silence that ensued made everything felt heavy. Daenys wanted to cry again. Baelon always dreamt of being a fighter, a powerful knight. He would tell them everyday that he would be the best dragon knight of the realm. He swore to protect all of them. And now he was blind. If he had lost just one eye, he still had a chance. He could follow in their kepa's footsteps. If he only lost his right eye, he would still have a chance. But he lost both.

"Leave." Her muña's voice was so soft, so heartbreaking. The dragon turned into a grieving mother.

"Leave my family alone."

"Will you not even ask for justice? For our son?" Her kepa asked strangely. As if he wanted to hear him ask.

"I will have no justice here. You are keen to hurt me, my family. It is useless, a waste of time and breath." Her muña choked. "Besides, no amount of begging would bring back my son's eyes. No amount of begging will help him see again." He wiped the tears from Baelon's eyes.

"Muña, muña, I can't see you muña. I can't see." Baelon cried out, and Lucerys took his hand, kissing his palm, holding it close.

"Leave us. Leave my family alone. You and your son have done enough damage. Neither of you are needed. Neither of you are wanted. Just...just leave."

Daenys watch as her kepa's face fall apart for the first time, before he collected himself. He grabbed Aerion by the shoulder and dragged him outside, the door slamming behind them.

Daenys and Alysanne rushed to their brother's side, Aemon continued to hold his twin's hand. Their grandmother watched from a distance.

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When the Maesters finally left, Baelon was asleep. They gave him as much milk of the poppy as they could, completely knocking him out. Lucerys sent his children to his private chambers, promising each of them that he would follow shortly.

He then looked at Alicent. Alicent looked at him. They were silent for a moment, before Lucerys started.

"My children aren't safe here. Grandmother," he whispered, shocking Alicent to the core. "Grandmother, please. Help me. Help my family. I don't want the crown, I don't want another war. Let Jaehaera wear it. Let Aerion were it. I want nothing to do with it. I just want...I just want my family to be free of this retched place."

Alicent looked at him, at his tear stricken face. She saw herself in the days of old. She found herself nodding. Yes, she would help him. Yes, she would save them. Save them the way she had wished someone saved her.

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Aerion had been punished but not as harshly as she had hoped. Daenys couldn't help but feel disappointed. He was only ordered to stay in his room, to not leave until Baelon's injury completely healed. She heard the servants whisper about his tantrums, a young man of ten and five, raging like a toddler.

Their kepa kept coming, trying to visit Baelon, to see their muña. He was met with cold indifference from all of them. He tried speaking to Baelon, to ask how he felt. Baelon always answered that he was tired and would like to rest. He tried talking to their muña, but he would completely ignore him, too busy helping Baelon to look at the King's begging, imploring look. He even tried reaching out to Alysanne, the gentlest child, and all she did was look at him in disappointment.

It took weeks before he seem to understand. He left them alone after a talk with their grandmother.

The only thing that made Daenys feel something other than sadness and rage was the fact that they were going to Dragonstone as soon as Baelon was fit enough to travel. She, her muña, her brothers, her sister and her grandmother are going to Dragonstone. She couldn't wait.

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Shocking news began to spread across all of Westeros. Prince-Consort Lucerys Targaryen, along with his children, disappeared from their trip to Dragonstone, causing the King to forget his duties, ordering the search for his family, and even using Vhagar to look for them himself.

Some say that Queen Regent Alicent got rid of them, effectively ending the line of the Black Queen, Rhaenyra Targaryen. Other say the boat they were on sank due to an unexpected storm. Then there were whispers, saying the Prince-Consort managed to tame Vermithor and his mate Silverwing, effectively whisking his children away to an island in Essos.

A few days after, news arrived, of Prince Aerion trying to take the throne while his father searched for his missing family. Soon King Aemond returned, without his family, but with a vengeance.

Aerion was no match for his father. King Aemond once again had the title Kinslayer. Soon he, too, disappeared, leaving King's Landing in shambles.

No one knew where the missing Targaryens were. Some say Aemond found them, and in his rage, murdered them all. Some say he found them, and imprisoned them in a castle far away. Some say they went back to Old Valyria, where they die a gruesome death.

King Aemond never took a second wife during that time. He never sired any other child. From then until the time of his own disappearance, he was alone. When he was presumed dead, the crown was passed on to Jaehaera, who ruled with grace, and with the guidance of her grandmother Alicent.

[godofstory]

just when Aemond realized he has a type,Luce got tired of his shit and ran away to oldtown to his bestie😭🙊

[viihelii]

“it's a pity, don't you think, that you never knew your mother?”

[maxz-b]

listen. rhaenys is slash should have been the true queen but We Are Way Past That Point so like i know rhaenyra is the rightful heir to the throne. i know.

but also

no one does it like team green. Criston Cole is having the worst time as always. his career has never been better and he has never gotten more pussy. he has now been forced to go on a trip with the worst person hes ever met, a guy with no role in the story other than to be vaguely contradictory and exude mean gay. Alicent Hightower cannot catch a single fucking break. She has never left girlfailure mode she is a repressed bisexual she dislikes her entire family and i need her so bad. Do not even get me Started on the terrible horrible no good brothers targaryen i need them to fistfight and bite each other again or so help me God. helaena has never done anything wrong in her life. Otto shows up once every couple episodes having less hair and serving more cunt

honestly the only one who comes anywhere near the level of dumbfuckery that they have is daemon because he really just rolls with all of the threatening vague visions hes having. Witch lady with blood on her fingers gives him a potion and he just chugs it. Iconic.

[mejcinta]

Parallels Between Daemon and Aemond (narrative foils).

1. Both believe they would make better kings, even dismissing the existence of their brothers' heirs ahead of them in the line of succession e.g Daemon with baby Baelon, Aemond with Jaehaerys.

Episode 1 Daemon: "Until your mother (Aemma) brings forth a son, you are cursed with me."

Episode 9 Aemond: "I'm next in line to the throne. Should they come looking for me, I intend to be found."

2. Both men, however, are loyal, respectful and defensive towards their brothers' positions as kings, even though they actively oppose their brothers' decisions and challenge their suitability to the role of king.

Daemon to Viserys in ep 1: "The blood of the dragon runs thick...he (Otto) doesn't protect you, I would."

Aemond to Lucerys at Storm's End, about Aegon: "Did you really think that you could just fly about the realm trying to steal my brother's throne at no cost?"

The duo also notably pursued their ambitions after their brothers were officially out of the picture, with Viserys dead and Aegon severely injured and incapacitated after the battle of Rook's Rest.

3. Both Daemon and Aemond have escaped marriages of duty, more or less. Daemon's marriage with Rhea Royce ended when he killed her. Aemond's betrothal to Floris Baratheon was dissolved or put on hold indefinitely after he killed Lucerys.

4. Both men have been romantically entangled with lowborn women, who they tried to legitimise to no avail.

Daemon took Mysaria as his lady when he captured Dragonstone for himself, demanding that she be recognized as his wife. He also later consorts with Nettles, a young dragonseed, who he is forced to leave in order to preserve her from Rhaenyra's wrath.

Aemond was besotted with Alys Rivers, a bastard woman in Harrenhal that was believed to be a woods witch skilled with potions and gifted with visions. He's assumed to have married her (as she was referred to as his widow) and she fights for their son's claim after Aemond's death.

Aemond and Daemon are foils, different as they are similar. Second sons burdened with the demands of duty and loyalty, cursed with dreams of greatness never quite fully realized; yet ending it all fighting for the cause they believe in and for the people they love.

[acewithapencil]

“Shunned and forgotten since Daemon Targaryen and his nephew Aemond had met there for their final flight, Black Harren’s accursed seat had become a haunt of outlaws, robber knights, and broken men, who sallied forth from behind its walls to prey upon travelers, fisherfolk, and farmers. A year ago, they had been few, but of late their numbers had grown, and it was being said that a sorceress ruled over them, a witch queen of fearsome power.”

“When Ser Regis demanded to speak to their lord, a woman emerged to treat with him, with a child beside her. The ‘witch queen’ of Harrenhal proved to be none other than Alys Rivers, the baseborn wet nurse who had been the prisoner and then the paramour of Prince Aemond Targaryen, and now claimed to be his widow. The boy was Aemond’s, she told the knight. ‘His bastard?’ said Ser Regis. ‘His trueborn son and heir,’ Alys Rivers spat back, ‘and the rightful king of Westeros.’”

[seaworthit]

Alys Rivers Sweep!!!

[stromuprisahat]

One by one, every man and boy with Strong blood in his veins was dragged forth and put to death, until the heap made of their heads stood three feet tall. Thus did the flower of House Strong, an ancient line of noble warriors boasting descent from the First Men, come to an ignoble end in the ward at Harrenhal. No trueborn Strong was spared, nor any bastard save… oddly… Alys Rivers. Though the wet nurse was twice his age (thrice, if we put our trust in Mushroom), Prince Aemond had taken her into his bed as a prize of war soon after taking Harrenhal, seemingly preferring her to all the other women of the castle, including many pretty maids of his own years.

Fire and Blood (George R. R. Martin)

Wow! Now it certainly sounds SO ROMANTIC!

I mean:

Though her own children had all been stillborn, the milk that flowed so abundantly from the breasts of Alys Rivers had nourished countless babes born of other women at Harrenhal.

I'm sure none of them were among the slaughtered, and if they were, she had no relationship with them. No remaining feelings, because feeding someone else's baby doesn't usually result in that, right?!

[avellino]

The design process of Harrenhal for George RR Martin’s The Rise of the Dragon: An Illustrated History of the Targaryen Dynasty (co-authored by Elio M. Garcia Jr., with art by Sven Sauer). The first image, by Sauer, depicts Alys Rivers at Harrenhal with her son. Read this thread for further information on the design process!

[rhaenyrsa]

The daughter of Harrenhal was an oddity, yet Rhaenyra didn't mind it all too much. There were plenty of oddities in her world, such as her half - brother taking her birthright, her son dying . . . Perhaps they weren't such oddities as they were tragedies. Regardless, the reputation the girl she stared at now did not frighten her. There were worse things in the world than the ramblings of a woman.

She looks like him, but she won't say it. She bears the same strong - eyed gaze that Harwin did, the same dark locks that sprout from her boys' heads. It must be a coincidence. “ I never got to write after Lord Strong and his son passed. ” She says, hands clasped behind her back. “ I can only imagine the effects it had here. All this to say, I hope this place is thriving as it once was. ” The girl doesn't say anything, which Rhaenyra takes as a cue to leave. She clears her throat, a silent way to say excuse me, and moves to leave.

@linament: An eye for an eye.

It strikes her to her core, those same words repeating in her mind in the Dowager Queen's voice. An eye for an eye, a son for a son. Rhaenyra turns around to look at Alys, trying her best to hide her surprise and horror. “ An extreme philosophy, until one is put in the spot to live it, wouldn't you agree? ” A reality for her, a horrific, brutal reality. “ Though, completely fair and just. It leaves no room for mercy, however, and where would we all be without mercy? ” She sighs, hands clasped together. “ Forgive me, I'm not sure what came over me. Shall we go back inside? ”

[imaginarianisms]

prince aemond targaryen's only son with alys rivers is named aelyx targaryen.

[sleeplessdreamer123]

Fanfic Idea! (Pre-Lucemond, or not, where Rhaenyra gave her son to Alys)

Rhaenyra couldn't help but look in dismay, for her new son have none of her features yet again. She planned for this possibility, she knew what the greens were spreading, and she knew what must be done.

Oh, but how beautiful her babe was, how sweet his small face looked, how cute his nose was, she looked at him more, memorizing his face, his features. She inhaled his scent, regardless of how bloody he was. How milky and sweet he smelled.

If it were up to her alone, she would keep him. If her home wasn't infested with snakes, she would have held him tight.

But her home wasn't safe. Not anymore. And her son would no doubt be harmed. He would be used against her, and though she cared not for the poisonous words of beasts, she knew it will not be the same for the rest of the houses, who would seek to pull her down, just because she was a woman, just because she would be queen.

She looked at the lone midwife, who stared at her babe with wonder. She subconsciously pulled him in closer, knowing what must be done, but hating it, wishing she wouldn't have to all the same.

Harwin entered through the secret door, and Rhaenyra could see the object he carefully held on his hands. A chest small enough to hold her child. I chest that already held his dead replacement.

It was luck, or it was a curse, that both were born two days apart. One was born still, his breath long gone, and the other one was alive and well, but made to sleep with the incense made by the very woman often called witch, the woman, her midwife.

Ser Harwin's bastard sister, Alys Rivers, who just recently lost a babe of her own, it's body preserved in the chest, would gain a babe of royal Targaryen blood. Rhaenyra felt sick doing this, but it had to be done. To protect her son, sacrifices must be made.

She kissed him, hugged him tight. She thought she would be given a few hours rest, a few more hours with her son, but the gods-be-damned Alicent demanded she came with the babe as soon as she heard of it's birth.

Harwin had to gently pry him out of her hands, and slowly opened the chest. Oh, she couldn't hold in her tears. They were so similar, but she needed to remind herself that her son is still alive, just asleep. The boy, Alys' son, was cold, despite the blankets that wrapped around him.

She glared at Alys when Harwin gave her living precious son to her, while she was given a cold, dead child. She knew it wasn't fair to hate her, to curse her in her heart, but she can't help it. Her son will know Alys as his mother, he would call her so, and love her dearly. She will have everything she could have had, and it hurts, it burned her worse than any dragonfire would, to know her son would never know the truth, would be a stranger to her.

She cursed the gods for not giving him her hair, cursed them for this unfair fate. She cursed her father for forcing her to marry. She cursed her mother, for dying early. She cursed her dead brother, for taking her mother away. She cursed Otto for his schemes. She cursed Alicent, for betraying her and harming her and cutting her so deeply. She cursed. She cursed she cursed he cursed she cursed-

Because that's all she could do. For now, that was all she could do.

Soon she will be queen. Soon, she will have the power to deal with them all. But now, she needs to be an actress, better than those street performers, better than her lying, scheming old friend.

Because it won't just be an act. She will mourn, she will mourn and sob and wail, for her son is no longer with her. She will growl at those who dare touch her dead "son", she will only trust her Maester Gerardys with his body, she will do everything she would have done had she lost him, because in a way, she did lose him to a stranger.

She looked at Alys again, as she softly touched his sweet soft cheeks, as she looked at him with what could only be love, and her hatred for her lessened. At least her son will be free from the madness taking over her home. At least he will be loved and treasured.

She looked away when they placed her precious son in the chest, as Harwin prepared to leave through the secret passage ways, and soon, he, Alys and her son will leave King's Landing and journey to Harrenhal, where her son will live.

"Lucerys."

Harwin and Alys turned to her.

"His name...was decided to be Lucerys. If you rename him....let it be close to this."

Let a part of me be close to him. Let him have something from me that could never be taken away.

Harwin nodded, and left.

She painfully stood with the help of Alys, and carried the dead babe, swaddled in what would have been Lucerys' blankets. Slowly, painfully, she began to cry. As she walked through the halls leading to the throne room, the nobles watch, aghast when they learned that she was ordered to present her dead son to the queen.

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In case you didn't know, the Stranger is what the Seven call the god of the dead, just so you could understand the pun.

So, thoughts? Violent reactions?

[bietrofastimoff23]

in my wildest fantasies, Aegon and Alys meet in the throne room before she disappears forever with her son. I see Aegon expressing regret that Aemond died for his king, to which Alys, who got to know him better during the conversation, says that now she sees who her husband fought for: for his brother. and Aegon knows that she will not accept his help, so he does not mention that there is a lot of gold on the ship on which she plans to escape, which will be enough for a comfortable life even for her descendants.

I like the contrast between the concern of Alicent&Otto, who tried to keep green kids as close to the throne as possible and strengthen their rights to it, and Aegon, who wants to keep the surviving family members as far as possible from the throne, because he knows how much danger, suffering and loss it can bring (in my canon, Jaehaera's death was staged and she escaped, which Aegon managed to take care of before he was poisoned).

[princesssszzzz]

Aemond telling Rhaena to ride a pig and killing her stepbrother. After the war starts, they make peace with each other personally while being on opposing Targaryen factions. Aemond is guilty for everything he did, he really wants to hate Rhaena for his eye and what her father did to his nephew but he can’t. They forgive each other. She demonstrates to him empathy and kindness while he shows her how to be stronger without a dragon or fighting ability like Baela. He tells her how he studied dragon eggs and helps her hatch Morning. Rhaena shares with him that Daemon didn’t teach her the Valyrian language and he sends her books he read in KL.. Aemond apologizes for Laena’s funeral and confesses he’s scared for his mother’s safety. Rhaena talks about how she misses her mother and he tells her about a sept in Oldtown he visited to pray for his mother after he lost his eye.

Violence on both sides escalates and they can’t make peace. Harmony between Targaryens is impossible now. They say a bittersweet goodbye for the last time and go on to fall in love with different people; Garmund and Alys. Ironically, ending up with partners complete opposites of each other but happy. After the war, Rhaena visits goes to the statue Aegon built for his brother and silently mourns.

[heretic-child]

will we ever be free of the so called power struggle between daemon and rhaenyra which is made up by hotd writers? because it is annoying atp

[acewithapencil]

The threat Harrenhal and its witch queen Alys Rivers posed to the realm could no longer be ignored. No one knew how (although there were countless whispers that spoke of dark magic and sacrifices to ancient gods), but the twisted, malformed walls of Harrenhal were now home to a dragon, who by all accounts was as vicious and bloodthirsty as a dragon had ever been, and growing fast. Reports said it regularly feasted upon the charred flesh of men, and was never fully sated. Alys’s bastard son by Aemond Targaryen had claimed the creature for his own, firmly placing the power of a dragon in the hands of the throne’s enemies.

The might of the Targaryens and their dragons had dwindled away to a mere remnant of what it once was, thanks to the Dance of the Dragons years before. The only dragon that remained under the control of House Targaryen was Morning, the beautiful she-dragon bound to Rhaena Targaryen. However, King Aegon III, plagued by the memory of his mother Queen Rhaenyra being burned and eaten by Sunfyre, was loath to send his sister to face the jaws and flames of this unnatural dragon. Rhaena herself was determined to fly to Harrenhal at once, stating, “I was unfortunate enough to be without a dragon during our family’s greatest hour of need. I remained safe and secure in the Vale while mine own blood fought and died upon dragonback, and I could do nothing to help you or them. Well, I have a dragon now, and our family and people are in need of one. I intend to use her.”

Soon after came a day when a dragon rose high above the walls of Harrenhal as the sun dipped below the horizon. Rhaena Targaryen, astride her resplendent Morning, had come to destroy the enemies of House Targaryen, as Aegon the Conqueror had done over a century ago. They were soon joined by her rival and his dragon, and as they collided against each other in the sky Harrenhal was once again bathed in the formidable fury of fire and blood.