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The Dragon Heir | part 8.

Summary: What happens when King Viserys' only current heir is a choice between his twin daughters? The realm will not accept a woman but you have no care for what the realm thinks it won't accept.

Warnings: it's the game of thrones realm, and obviously incest comes with the Targaryen package but it still deserves a second warning

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x black!reader, Daemon Targaryen x targaryen!reader

Word Count: 5.2k

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The years had passed and baby Viserys, now six, had grown into a timid but strong boy. So much like you. Your twins, Naelyra and Aerys, were bubbly yet reckless five year olds and every bit like their father. It was after their birth that you and Daemon finally left for Dragonstone to be with your sister. The twins’ birth went about the same as Viserys, leaving you and Daemon to make the decision that you were done having children.

You still didn’t have a dragon although all of your children did. Their dragons had hatched from the eggs they had been given at birth. You were content enough to ride on Caraxes or take Vhagar with Rhaena if your husband wasn’t home.

Currently, you were on the beach alone. Rhaenyra was at Driftmark with the kids. With the news of Laenor and Lord Corlys’ injuries, they left to go comfort Princess Rhaenys. Your eldest two daughters had gone with them before returning last week.

You sat up from the sand when you heard a dragon roar. Baela landed first on her Moondancer. Vhagar and Rhaena were close behind. They immediately ran to you, more excited about the food you had prepared instead of seeing you.

“Hello, Mother.”

“Hello, my sweetlings. Where’s your father?”

Rhaena shrugged. “We lost them through the cliffs. Vhagar’s too big to go there and Baela went with me instead.”

“Viserys and Sunfyre were with him, right?”

“Yes.”

You nodded in relief. As long as he was with someone then you were fine. It was his first year dragon riding on his own which made you more nervous than anything. Even though Rhaenyra had started around the same time, you were still nervous. You looked up from the food when another roar came.

Sunfyre — Viserys’ dragon — was coming in. Aerys’ dragon — Goldtear, who was without a rider for another few years — was right next to Sunfyre along with Naelyra’s dragon named Valor. Daemon and Caraxes were the last to land, only after making sure all his children were on the ground.

He jumped out of his saddle before leaning over to undo the straps for Aerys and Naelyra. After Viserys was born, Daemon had a new saddle made. When Rhaena and Baela were kids, they rode on Vhagar with their mother. The bigger dragon felt safer. But Vhagar was Rhaena’s so he fitted a new saddle for Caraxes. One that had smaller, extra seats at the front for his children. He settled Naelyra on his shoulders and picked up Viserys before making his way over to you. Aerys was already running towards you and his sisters.

He bent down to give you a kiss and then settled into the sand himself. The dragons went to wherever. On Dragonstone, there was no need for a proper dragon pit. Even with the wild dragons, your creatures never went near them. They just did what they wanted. You set down your cup of tea. Moon tea became a regular morning drink because you and Daemon were not able to keep hands off of each other.

“We leave for King’s Landing tomorrow. Rhaenyra sent a raven, Lord Vaemond is challenging Jacaerys’ claim to Driftmark.”

Baela scowled. “But Driftmark is mine even without Jace.”

“Your granduncle is still a man. Lord Vaemond has petitioned a council so we are leaving.”

The children gave annoyed faces but still listened to you. They had become used to Dragonstone, mainly because it was away from all the politics. King’s Landing was so foreign in the years that you had been gone. Nothing had changed but it still just looked different. Rhaenyra landed just before you and Daemon. Your sister laughed at seeing Caraxes’ saddle. Aerys and Naelyra were very content in their tiny front seats, waving at their aunt until you got them down.

“Is Laenor doing any better?” you asked her as you gave her a hug.

“They don’t know. Neither he nor Lord Corlys’ ship has come back yet. There’s concern that the fever won’t break.”

“Well let us hope for the best.”

“We should hope for Father to be well enough to help.”

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you and your sister hadn’t visited your father in over two years. It was hard when he was getting worse each day. You just couldn’t be around to see it. The maesters were supposed to write to you when his condition was bad enough that they knew he wouldn’t make it for much longer.

That raven came the same day as your sister’s raven. You weren’t ready for it. In two weeks, you would pack up the kids and come to King’s Landing for good. They were going to hate the readjustment. You just knew it. But they would get over it eventually.

At least with you as queen, Rhaenyra might come back to King’s Landing. You could all be together again for a few more years before Laenor took over Driftmark and took the kids with him so Jace and Lucerys could learn the ways of the sea. You, Rhaenyra, and your husband went to Viserys’ room.

The dust all over your father’s model of King’s Landing was sad to see. He loved that thing. Him not taking care of it was a bad sign. The maesters said he’d be gone by the end of the year. You were starting to think it was the end of six months. Your hand covered your mouth as you came in some more. One entire half of Viserys’ face was covered in bandages. You and Rhaenyra went to sit at the edge of the bed, Daemon standing. His wheezing breath was hard to listen to. The moment the bed dipped, Viserys came to life a bit.

“Who goes there?”

“Father.”

Viserys tried to smile as best he could at hearing Rhaenyra. He automatically knew if she was there then you were too. He asked to be sat up. Rhaenyra helped lift him while you fluffed the pillows. Despite being in his last days and swamped with sickness, Viserys was just cognizant enough to want to see his eldest kids. You held your father’s hand.

“We’re here with Daemon… and the children.”

“The children? I want to see them, maybe later, especially our future king.”

“I’ll bring them later.”

“Daemon… Where is Laenor?”

You looked from Rhaenyra to Daemon. Hestitanly, Daemon told him about Laenor and Corlys. It was the reason you were here but it wasn’t easy to speak of after seeing Viserys. You squeezed your father’s hand when he questioned Daemon. He was still on having defeated the Triarchy years ago, forgetting they were resurging.

“Petitions?” Viserys wheezed out. “Alicent and Otto, they see to all that business now.”

Daemon leaned over you, hand on your shoulder. “No, brother, without Laenor here, you need to affirm your position on Jacaerys inheriting the Driftwood Throne.”

“Has something happened to Laenor and Lord Corlys?”

You pulled your hand away from Viserys, standing up to leave. Rhaenyra and Daemon looked at you. You just shook your head in apology.

“I can’t see him this way,” you whispered. “I just… give me a moment.”

Daemon grabbed your waist. You looked at him with tears in your eyes, causing him to let you go. Viserys moved his face when he felt your hand no longer in his. You really couldn’t look at him so sick and probably in pain. You waited in the drawing room where you were supposed to meet Alicent. You rolled your eyes. This was your home and she wasn’t Queen so why did you have to be received by her first before relaxing. Daemon came in to see you pacing.

“Please sit,” he said.

“I can’t. He’s even worse than the maesters described.”

“It’s probably on account of the milk of the poppy they’ve been giving him.”

You paused your pacing for a moment. “They’re giving him what?”

“I smelled it in his tea. There’s no doubt in my mind about it. I’d say it is for his pain but…”

“But they could give him other herbs. Milk of the Poppy makes it hard for him to do his job. They are on the throne and dulling him to do it… How much are they giving him? How much is he drinking it? Too much can stop a heart. Surely the maesters must know that. Why would they want to take that risk?”

Daemon put his hands on your shoulder. “My Fire, please sit.”

“Oh, you sit!” you snapped. “I’m sorry, I am sorry.”

Your husband accepted your apology but he moved away from you anyway, going to sit in the chair. Daemon watched you pace for a little more before he couldn’t take it anymore. He rubbed his eyes with a sigh. You looked over at him with his outstretched hand.

“Come… please.”

The loudest sigh left your mouth as you made your way over to him. “I’m not sitting.”

Daemon held your hand, rubbing a thumb over it. The act didn’t calm you down but you appreciated the gestures. Rhaenyra finally showed up after checking that her three sons were okay. Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffrey were with your children. You didn’t want them splitting up with all the vultures around. All three of you stopped talking when the large doors opened once again. Alicent stepped in.

“Princess Laelara, Princess Rhaenyra, and Prince Daemon. It’s been so long since we’ve been granted with the presence of your arrival.”

It took everything in you not to roll your eyes. Luckily, your husband was your mouth with absolutely no filter.

“Apparently not long enough to merit being greeted upon our arrival.”

Your sister was no better than Daemon. “I’m sure the Queen had other pressing matters to attend to. After all, what do the three of us know about ruling a kingdom?”

Alicent coughed, uncomfortably. “I do not rule, as you know. My father and I are mere stewards of the King’s will and wisdom.”

“And how exactly is that wisdom expressed… in blinks and wheezes? I’m surprised he could remember his own name let alone ours.”

Daemon stopped when your hand squeezed his. He brought it up to his lips, gently pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. Alicent adjusted herself. It was clear that the three of you were together and wouldn’t be swayed by anything she said. She stepped a little closer.

“The King’s condition pains him very much. The maesters s—”

“Ah yes, the maesters,” Rhaenyra said with a sort of scorn. “The ones that keep him addled on milk of the poppy while the Hightowers warm his throne.”

“Rhaenyra, if you would see him without it, almost blind with suffering.”

“Yes, yes. Tell me did the maesters also prescribe taking down Targaryen heraldry and the installation in its stead of various statues and stars?” Daemon asked, standing up from the chair and strolling over to the two of them.

Alicent sighed. “The emblems of the Seven serve only to guide us on an uncertain path. To remind us of a higher authority.”

“And on the morrow which authority will sit in judgment of my son’s claim on his own inheritance?”

“That would be mine… and the Hand’s.”

“But be assured, the Father is just and commands me to forget all accusations hurled in this room today.”

“No!” You yelled all of a sudden.

Alicent, Rhaenyra, and Daemon actually jumped at the force with which you yelled. You covered your mouth with your hands for a moment, needing to compose yourself. Your composure finally cracked. You rubbed at your face before turning to look at the rest of them.

“I didn’t realize the realm was allowed to be run by the hand and a consort. I have spoken with the King’s voice and as Heir, I will do so again. You do not poison the King and then say you are for him. From now on, I will take care of my father. No one else… and I want this Seven imagery taken down.”

You left to go collect some things from the library and the Godswood, not even bothering to look at Alicent as you walked away. The heavy doors of the drawing room closed once again. Rhaenyra looked at Alicent with a smirk on her face.

“Tell me, what will you warm when my sister takes the throne?”

It started to storm when night was upon you all. You went back to your father’s room when you finished collecting your items. You knew there was more than milk of the poppy to help your father. After the incident with your mother, you didn’t just mistrust the maesters on childbirth but on everything.

Every remedy they suggested you had always double checked in the library before accepting it. Only the Septa and midwives were to be trusted so blindly. You set down the hot tea before kneeling at your father’s bedside. Grabbing his hands gently, you tried to plead with him.

“Father, I can’t do this without you. It doesn’t work when you are but not doin— unable to do what is needed. It isn’t just me who needs you. Those snakes want to take Driftmark from my nephew, your grandson. You can’t let that happen. Without Jace on Driftmark, I don’t even have one guaranteed supporter in the higher Houses. Just give me your word that I may speak for you, please.”

Viserys only managed to groan. You let go of his hands, screaming in frustration. Your hands flew to your mouth. Chest heaving up and down, you tried your hardest not to hyperventilate as you crouched against the wall.

There had never been a time before when you felt so out of control. Viserys didn’t look this bad the last time you saw him. If you had known then you would have stayed. The kids could still be with Daemon and Rhaenyra on Dragonstone but you should have stayed.

“Aegon’s Dream,” Viserys whispered.

You looked over at your father. “Hmm?”

“My children… my only children.” Viserys turned his head more but he wasn’t looking at you. “We had beautiful children, Aemma.”

“Father, please. I ju—”

Viserys groaned again. You dabbed your nose with the back of your hand, trying to compose yourself. You couldn’t take it anymore when your father groaned once more. There was no point to this. You’d just have to fight tomorrow. Maybe you could lie. Was it honorable? No. Would it get you what you needed? It might. You stood up and checked the cooling tea. You pressed the cup up to Viserys’ lips.

“Here. Drink this and go to bed. It’ll be better for you than poppy. It won’t last as long. It’s only for aches so it comes down quicker. I’ve left a pitcher. They should give you some every few hours. There’s enough for well into the morning. Don’t let them give you milk of the poppy anymore. Okay? Do you understand me?”

Viserys didn’t make any gestures that let you know he understood. He only grabbed your wrist when the tea was finished. You set the cup back down and patted your father’s hand. You gently closed his door and retired to your old chamber that was so empty. Daemon was already dressed for bed. The worried pout on his face didn’t leave as you changed.

“We’re coming back immediately,” you said as you got into bed. “The moment this Driftmark matter is done, I want us to go home and pack. We should be back in no more than three days. I can’t let them take care of him anymore. They are killing him, Daemon.”

He held you a little closer, rubbing up and down your arms. “We’ll come back as soon as we can.”

“The children won’t be upset?”

“They’d have to come back eventually.”

You didn’t feel much better when the morning came. It was overwhelming to try and figure out what you could possibly say to make it work. Servants didn’t come in to help. Daemon requested that they didn’t. He helped you get dressed as you helped him. You shuddered as he kissed up your back with each button he snapped up. You turned around to tie up the front of his shirt, kissing the open space where his chest could be seen. He lightly held your elbows as you worked, tickling them a bit. You looked up at him.

“My Joy, when did we become like this?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Become like what, my Fire?”

“This. You dress me in the morning, I enjoy running your baths, you make me tea. When did we stop being political?”

“You know, I don’t think I ever noticed.”

“I didn’t either.” You smiled at him.

He pecked you on the lips before you two left your chamber to get your children. A frown appeared on your face as you entered the throne room. Otto Hightower was already in front of the throne. You rolled your eyes, not listening to a word of the bullshit speech he was giving everyone. You kept staring straight ahead as Ser Vaemond stepped in front of everyone.

“My Queen. My Lord Hand. The history of our noble houses extends beyond the Seven Kingdoms to the days of Old Valyria. For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, my House has ruled the sea.

"Our forebears came to this new land, knowing if they were to fail, it would mean the end of bloodlines and names. I have spent my time on Driftmark defending my brother’s seat. I am Ser Laenor and Lord Corlys’ closest kin, their blood. True, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins.”

“As it does in my sons through their father, Laenor Velaryon, need I remind you,” Rhaenyra said. “If you cared so much about your House’s blood, Ser Vaemond, you wouldn’t be so quick to supplant its rightful heir. No, you only speak for yourself and your own ambition.”

“You will have a chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra,” Alicent cut in. “Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard.”

You wanted to slap that smug look off of Ser Vaemond’s face when he turned to look at you all. From the way he talked to Otto, you were suspicious of them having a plan. It didn’t matter what was said. Ser Vaemond was going to get Driftmark. You put a hand on Rhaenyra’s shoulder when Otto said it was her time to petition. She nodded, letting you go first.

“I believe we have been here before, Lord Otto. Before I continue may I just say that with the new order, Driftmark should still belong to Baela as the eldest daughter of the second child of Lord Corlys. Closer in his direct blood and above his brother. But no matter. You seem to have forgotten what was said when I passed judgment on Vhagar. The Hand and Queen Consort are not the King. They are not the heir. When the word is given, I speak with all authority of the King as the heir to the Realm.”

“And you’ve gotten his word?”

“Do you mark me a liar? Is the Hand above the Heir? That is the way yo—”

Everyone turned at the doors opening. Your eyes widened at seeing Viserys come in. Instead of bandages, there was a gold mask covering half his face. Your gaze met Rhaenyra. Neither one of you expected to see him. Otto brought the maesters in before you could see your father in the morning. If it was any other day then you would have fought. You thought Viserys was resting in bed. He refused anyone’s help as he took his time coming to the Iron Throne.

If you weren’t so focused on making sure your father was okay, you could have laughed at the look on Ser Vaemond’s face. The Hightowers thought they could win. You jumped when your father reached the throne, crown slipping off his head. Daemon was at his side before you. Viserys sat uncomfortably in the chair. You looked at your father’s face. He seemed clearer than he was when you first saw him yesterday.

“I must admit my confusion,” he said through labored breaths. “I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession. But perhaps Princess Rhaenys can give us some more insight into Lord Corlys’ wishes.”

You had no concerns about Princess Rhaenys. As long as you supported her granddaughters, your cousin supported you. Wanting the best for Baela and declaring she would share the Driftwood Throne with Jace was all she wanted. You couldn’t help the small smile that crept up on your face when she finished her speech. Ser Vaemond was still not satisfied, stepping up without being called upon.

“My brother’s throne should stay with blood. I will not allow it.”

“Allow it?” Viserys asked. “Do not forget yourself, Vaemond.”

“That is no true Velaryon and certainly no nephew of mine.” Vaemond pointed at Jace.

“You have said enough now.”

“Her children are…”

Vaemond paused when Daemon moved a little. You held your husband’s wrist, looking up at him.

“I want to hear what his speech. Go ahead Ser Vaemond, say it.”

He hesitated for a moment. “Her children are bastards!”

“That is enough,” Viserys said with all his might. “Jacaerys is my first true-born grandson. You are no more than a Second Son of Driftmark. Watch yourself.”

“You break law and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir. Yet you dare tell me who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon.”

“Whose law? When did we mark first-borns without a cock don’t serve to inherit what should be their birthright?”

“Better than a cunt of a queen.”

Rage overtook your father. He took out Aegon’s blade. “I will have your tongue for this.”

Gently, you let go of Daemon’s wrist. The entire court either gasped or screamed when Vaemond’s was suddenly gone from his body. Daemon returned his sword to his side.

“He can keep his tongue.”

The matter of succession had no other opposers. You all rested until it was time for dinner. The kids went to Viserys’ chamber while you talked to Otto right outside his door.

“There isn’t enough of your herb in the castle, he will be in pain.”

You sighed. “Fine, fine. Let the maesters take care of him for now. But Dragonstone has plenty of the plant. We’ll bring some to grow and I will take care of my father starting when we return. Do not try to stop me, Otto.”

“Yes, Princess. He wants a family supper. The maesters will see him now and then a little before everyone gathers.”

“He shouldn’t be having more than a pinky’s worth in a cup.”

“The maesters know.”

You nodded absentmindedly. With nothing else to say, you retreated into your father’s chamber. He was happy to see his grandchildren. Jace and Baela were resting against the bedposts along with Lucerys and Rhaena. The other children were practically attacking Viserys but he seemed to enjoy it. You picked up Joffrey and set his feet on the ground before doing the same with your twins.

“Alright, let’s let grandsire rest. You can see him at dinner and every day after, let’s go.”

The eldests left without having to be told again while the younger children complained. Viserys laughed as you shuffled them all out of his chamber. You came back over to your father, grabbing his hand.

“The maesters will take care of you until I am back.”

“Where are you going?”

“We head back to Dragonstone, just to pack so we can return. I will try to see you after dinner before we leave, if it isn’t too late. Neither the children or their dragons are very fine with night flying.”

“I will see you tomorrow, then.”

“They’ll give you poppy for the pain. It’s okay to take it. I won’t let them keep you on it when I get back.”

Viserys nodded. You wondered, at dinner, if he had taken the entire drink for his pain. He didn’t seem completely focused but it definitely wasn’t like when you first saw him. He smiled at everyone. Despite starting prayer and your father’s excitement, everyone was still awkward with each other. Alicent was the only one with her eyes firmly closed as she prayed to the Seven.

You slapped Daemon’s thigh when he chuckled at her mentioning Vaemond a peaceful afterlife. You all raised a toast to Jace’s succession as well as the formal announcement that he would be marrying Baela. Your eyes closed in exasperation when your younger brother leaned over.

“Well done, Jace. You’ll finally get to lay with a woman… You do know how the act is done, I assume? Where to put the cock and all.”

“Let it be, cousin. You may jest but hold your tongue before my betrothed.”

You thanked the heavens for your nephew’s patience, something certainly not inherited by his mother. Viserys stood to give his own toast, making you nervous. He looked even worse standing than when he was sitting. Your eyes widened in concern as he began to take off his mask in the middle of his toast. There was a hole in the side of his cheek and he was missing an eye entirely.

For the sake of your father, you reluctantly stood up to make a toast to Alicent. What surprised you was her making one back. At least you were both on the same page about making Viserys’ family dinner be a pleasant one. Naturally, your brother had to ruin it. You bit your tongue as he kept making comments to either Baela or Jace. Jace took it in stride after losing his temper for a moment, covering by making a toast to his uncles.

Dinner was a rather pleasant affair. You all laughed and joked with each other over food. Baby Viserys, Aeyrs, and Naelyra were the ones bringing laughter to the adults. The twins didn’t care to sit down. They took turns on everyone’s laps and stole food from everyone’s plates. Your apologies were met with smiles instead.

The music picked up and the children wanted to dance. Jace offered a hand to Helaena. All the adults clapped along as the children enjoyed themselves. You were a bit concerned when your father moaned in pain. Alicent called over the guards to escort him out and fetch the maesters. You were positive in your decision to leave that night and pack as quickly as you could.

You and Daemon looked over when Lucerys tried to hide his chuckle at the servant set a pig dish in front of Aemond. Daemon muttered under his breath. You both knew it was about to be a shitshow. Lovely Aemond proved you correct. Every other sentence managed to work the word strong into it. He wouldn’t even stop when Alicent tried to call his name under her breath. Jace was across the floor and punching Aemond before any of you could realize what he was doing. Aegon caught on quicker, pushing Lucerys into the table.

You, Alicent, and Rhaenyra all shouted for them to quit. Alicent pulled her youngest son aside, not that he was listening to her. The boys wanted to continue fighting even with the guards holding them. Daemon finally stood from the table, standing in between them. You could scoff at how Aemond actually stopped. He turned slightly to look at you.

“I didn’t intend to disrupt dinner, Aunt Laelara. Maemar has grown quite large, I’d like to show you when you get back. Maybe even give my nephews and niece a ride.”

You nodded and the boy walked off. That was the closest anyone was ever getting as an apology from Aemond. He was no longer the little boy crying about dragons at your wedding. A sigh left you as you hoped he outgrew whatever anger was now in him. Alicent approached you.

“Do you really have to leave now?” She grabbed your hand.

“It is best. If we leave now we can be back in a matter of a few days.”

“Is it safe for Prince Viserys?”

“He won’t be taking Sunfyre. He will ride with the rest of us on Caraxes. Sunfyre won’t mind not having a rider for a night. We’ll be back soon, I promise. We won’t delay.”

“The King and I would like that. Please visit Viserys first.”

You nodded. Daemon went to prep the dragons for flight while you went with Alicent to see your father. She waited outside while you entered the chamber. Viserys was out of it. You picked up the empty chalice on his nightstand and smelled it.

Grimacing, you set it down. “That is very strong. I’ll be back in a few days. Alright, Father. Do you hear I’ll be back in a few days.”

He only moved when you grabbed his hand. “Back… You’ll be back… Laelara, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You let go of your father’s hand and left. You were about to leave with Alicent when you both heard groaning from the other side. She excused herself to aid him for a moment. You picked at your skirts, waiting for her to return.

“I’m sorry,” Viserys whispered to the girl holding his hand. “I can’t wait for a return. I do believe in it. Aegon… the dream. My heir… Prince… promised. It is you. You are the one.”

Alicent stood up from the side of the bed, letting go of Viserys’ hand. She had to tell her father. She was almost at the door when Viserys groaned again.

“Laelara, where are you going?”

Alicent paused. She had a choice to make. Context was added but it wouldn’t be too hard to ignore. Viserys always mumbled things. She walked back over to the nightstand, taking the pitcher and pouring him another cup of tea with milk of the poppy.

“I will be right back. Just drink this.”

Viserys took the cup with closed eyes. “I will wait… I’d like to see Aemma again.”

Alicent was already out of the room. She greeted you again with a forced smile. Her wave was halfhearted as you went down the steps and into the outer yard. Caraxes flew off, flying a bit faster than normal to reach Dragonstone as quickly as possible.

Daemon laughed when your head hit his shoulder as Caraxes kept going. You had fallen asleep. He reached over you to poke at Viserys. The child turned around as best as he could with the waist strap holding him in. Instead of waking you, your husband just let you sleep. He only woke you up when Caraxes landed.

“I’m going to find all the herbs,” you said as you slid down from the dragon.

Daemon turned to look at you as he unstrapped Aerys. “My Fire, you can wait till the morning. You need to rest… Ah, ah.” He stopped you when you went to hold Naelyra. “You look like you’re going to pass out in the sand. Viserys, take your sister’s hand.”

Baela held onto you while Daemon carried both of the twins back to the castle. You realized he was right when you wanted to stop and sleep with each step. The herbs could wait until there was light. You figured that once harvested, you would return to King’s Landing on dragonback with Rhaenyra and take care of your father. Daemon could handle the packing and children.

(part 9)

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