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Saviour Of Dragon’s | CHAPTER ELEVEN

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Two months had passed since your late evening tryst with Jacaerys, two months of training, lessons, feasts, tourneys — by the gods the tourneys kept you up at night. The first tourney you attended as Lady Y/n of House Targaryen you wore a simple dress of pink silk, the flowing fabric embroidered with patterns reminiscent of Old Valyria while your hair was done in a style of the Crownlands. You sat in the royal box with Lucerys on one side, and Joffrey on the other. Joffrey was a simple but sweet child, and he gained what you saw as an unusual attachment to you. As the Nightwolf you would oft be made to keep the young prince company while his mother attended to her younger children, and now as Lady Y/n you continued to do the same. You supposed that any child could get attached when you spend that much time with them. Lucerys still viewed you as the intimidating knight you once were, looking up to you as a figure of great achievement — which, all things considered, you were.

“Y/n, look, look!” Joffrey squealed, jumping up to the edge of the bannister. You followed to make sure he didn't fall off, following his pointed finger to a familiar northern knight.

“He is from the North! I want to go to the North, will you take me one day?” Joffrey beamed, squeezing tight onto your outstretched hand.

“One day, my little prince, I will take you. When you are older we may travel to all the realms, even Dorne.” You promised, brushing back his soft brown hair.

“Alren?” You winced at your fake title, looking from Joffrey to the Northern knight who had gotten far closer than he was previously. When you made eye contact with Harlick he looked like he had come face to face with a dragon’s maw, which perhaps in some ways, he had.

“Hello, good ser.” You curtsied, smirking to hide the fear which uprooted your belly.

“You’re the lady-bastard?” He breathed, and you shot him a stern look.

“You should watch your tongue when speaking to a Lady of House Targaryen.” He seemed to realize that the other royals around you, including your father, could hear him. He dropped to his knees, face close to the dirt before he looked back up at you to speak.

“I beg your forgiveness, M’lady, I was out of order.” You sent Joffrey back to his seat, leaning over the bannister and beckoning Harlick forward.

“Do you fight in today’s tourney, ser?” You asked.

“I-I do, M’lady.” It was as if Harlick was seeing you for the first time the way his eyes raked over your form.

“Then I wish you the best of luck, Ser Harlick. Win and I shall grant you my favour.” You winked cheekily, returning to your seat while Harlick scrambled back to his horse. Harlick would win that day, and you would grant him a small garland of black and red roses. As the tourneys continued, you realized that Harlick had spread the news, and every knight or common girl you had ever known looked at you with new eyes, as Harlick had. They all stared at you before tourneys, or asked for your favour to get a better look at you, it began to infuriate you the way they treated you like a rare animal or piece of art.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You turned around at the familiar voice of Rhaenyra, securing the last strap of your armour onto your calf. You stood up and grabbed your helmet, the one you used to wear as the Nightwolf, before you approached.

“I am fighting in today’s tourney.” You looked into her stern eyes, her hands clasped tightly around her growing bump.

“Why?” She prodded, and you wondered in that moment how one word could hold so many things within it.

“Because the commonfolk of Dragonstone treat me like some Essosi prostitute, a marvel to be gawked at, and I must show them that I am as I was when you first knighted me. I am Y/n Targaryen, the Nightwolf, the Dragon’s Sister — Not just some bastard from Flea Bottom — ” You barely restrained yourself from shouting, turning your head away from Rhaenyra in shame. You let your frustrations control you, a dangerous thing when it comes to Targaryen’s.

“Then I wish you luck.” A hand came to turn your face back to her, a soft smile and furrowed brows gracing the princesses features.

“I see so much of your father in you, you know? Even a blind man can tell you are a pure Targaryen no matter how you were sired.” Rhaenyra brushed her thumb along your cheek, and before you knew it you were twelve duels deep with Harlick bent at your knees.

“THE WINNER: Y/N OF HOUSE TARGARYEN, THE DRAGON’S SISTER!” The Tourney Herald shouted, just barely heard over the monstrous cries of the crowd, paramount among them your father.

“Hear, Hear!” Daemon whooped, whistling through his fingers. You panted as you hauled Harlick to his feet, allowing for him to rest his armoured mass on your body.

“Am I still the lady-bastard?” You whispered, the man above you shaking his head before a laugh wracked through his body.

“Aye, the lady-bastard who bested me and half of my damn knights.” Harlick straightened himself before hoisting your hand in the air, turning the two of you in a circle so the whole crowd could see your glory. That same glory, which brought you to such heights, can bring another to terrible lows.

“Of course our half-sister would allow a woman to fight — a bastard at that. She has no morals, the whore.” The words were spat out violently, the girl who listened to the rant wincing.

“Aemond, there is no need to speak in that wa— ” She began, but the one-eyed man shut her up with a glance.

“She sullies our house with her newest bastard, Helaena, even worse than before with our plain-featured nephews. Y/n of Flea Bottom is our curse.” He collapsed onto the chair beside him, taking up his goblet and downing the bitter wine in one go.

“She strengthens our house. Strengthens herself, brother.” Aemond scoffed at that.

“Y/n is our saviour, not our curse.” The way Helaena spoke was lilted, and Aemond thought that her eyes looked right through him, past his physical form and into another realm.

“I know not why I speak to you, dear sister,” Aemond got up, brushing a lock of hair from Helaena’s face, “you know nothing of preserving a house.” With that he left the chambers, the hard-hitting heels of his boots echoing throughout the quiet halls of the Red Keep.

Two months was a short time, but near long enough for you to master the elegance of Dragonriding. While before you mounted Morghul without a saddle, proper gear, or training, now you mounted her with an expertise befitting a lady. Morghul was fitted with a saddle of black steel, burgundy padding cushioning your seat and crimson detailings adding an accent of the she-dragon’s eyes. Red rubies decorated the clasp atop her chest, the glittering jewels shaped like a crescent moon at your insistence. Your own gear matched hers, moulding you two into the perfect bonded image. Your boots were black, along with your pants and tunic, while the cape which draped from your shoulder and wrapped to your hip was a striking scarlet. Crimson stitching popped against the trim of your leather outfit, dragon scales etched painstakingly into the hard material, and finally on your chest, as was on Morghul’s, was a moon made of red rubies. When Daemon saw you for the first time in your riding gear he smiled, not grinned or smirked or sneered, but smiled.

“You are an image of your grandmother, my dear.” He commented, caressing the golden clasp of a dragon’s head which kept your cape fastened to your shoulder.

“Alyssa, you mean?” You questioned as the Dragonkeepers called both Caraxes and Morghul while you and Daemon spoke.

“Indeed. I was young when she died but the same fire which she passed unto me has been passed unto you. We are of the dragon, untameable, unbreakable, with blood hot and unwilling to listen.” Daemon explained as Caraxes’ large head careened from the Dragonmont.

“Remember this, hm?” He patted your shoulder before he departed, mounting Caraxes with ease. Morghul appeared next, and you mounted her less gracefully. It was your first time testing out both your riding outfit and saddle, and it would take some adjustment before you and Morghul were entirely comfortable. Daemon had eagerly volunteered to mentor you, guide you on your journey to greatness when it came to controlling your dragon. You thought of it less as control and more as harmonizing, becoming one with Morghul so that you can take on any enemy together. That first time you went out with Daemon, Rhaelys and Veraxes came out as well. They joined the two of you — four if you included your dragons — and mimicked the movements you and Morghul would do. They also nipped and prodded at Caraxes, as children would, and you knew then there was no doubt of their parentage. Since you had first mounted Morghul all three of your dragons had grown substantially, the trio dwarfing Vermax and easily able to take on a dragon the size of Syrax.

“I think they are trying to learn!” You screamed down to your father, circling above him and Caraxes that first time.

“Then let them!” He shouted back with glee. From then on whenever you and Morghul went out to train, so did Rhaelys and Veraxes, although you never dared attempt to mount them. You knew your limits and stayed within them well when it came to dragons. Once you became well versed in the basics Jacaerys and Lucerys would join you, many times without the accompaniment of Daemon. The three of you would race around the island, coloured blurs streaking across the clear skies.

“Aderī, Morghul!” Quickly, Morghul! You giggled, gaining on Lucerys and Arrax as you neared the Dragonmont. Rhaelys and Veraxes kept pace with you and Morghul, wide wingspans covering the ground below in a terrifying shadow. You saw Lucerys’ dark hair swivel to look back at you right before you overtook him, all three of your dragons speeding past just as you passed the Dragonmont, signifying you won. Again. You and Lucerys landed in a wide grassy field, Jacaerys not far behind with a sour expression on his face.

“When will you two learn that you are simply not as fast as us?” You chided as you approached the two brothers, ripping off your gloves with your teeth. They had recently been fitted for new riding gear, taking a page from your book and matching their fabrics with that of their chosen mount. Lucerys wore white leather, with a cape of soft salmon cascading from his shoulders to his mid-thigh, while Jacaerys clothed himself in moss-dyed green, a red cape like that of Vermax’s frills flowing in the wind.

“You have an unfair advantage! Three dragons are intimidating to one! Arrax has yet to see battle, he does not know what to do when three dragons are pursuing him.” Lucerys whined, gesturing wildly.

“Excuses, excuses, my prince.” You hummed, ruffling the younger Velaryon’s hair.

“Vermax has been unwell. He will win next time.” Jacaerys gritted, running a hand through his brown locks. He had cropped his hair again, much to your dismay, the straight hairs whipping slightly in the soft wind of the open plain.

“You’ve said that for the past week, Jace.” Lucerys teased, Jacaerys rolling his eyes in return. The three of you soon re-mounted your dragons, bringing them back to the Dragonmont and yourselves to one of the many lounging chambers where you would take your lunch. Rhaena joined you for this, eating a small teacake while she read the correspondence your sister had sent.

“Baela fares well in Driftmark, although she says that Moondancer misses flying with her family.” Rhaena smiled, reading through her twin’s letter.

“Yes, but I’m sure flying with Meleys must be thrilling.” You sighed, imagining the red queen in all her glory.

“True, she says that she and Rhaenys are in the skies more than on the throne of Driftwood.” Rhaena hummed, taking a sip of her fragrant spiced tea — a taste which she had acquired from her years in Pentos. You quite enjoyed it too, often bonding over tea with your half-sister. In the months since Rhaena’s failed bonding attempt you had made the effort to sit with her, be with her, choose her over mounting Morghul late in the evening or early in the mornings. She was far more capable than you had originally thought, much like Baela in that way, but without the dragon your sister possessed to prove herself.

“‘Tis to be expected, the only one who could rival her when it comes to being on Dragonback is you,” Jacaerys gestured in your direction. It was true, you must have spent more time with your three dragons than all of your family combined, it felt as if every waking moment aside from eating and sleeping you were with your beloved three.

“I’m sure Baela misses that fact, even Rhaenys cannot keep up with how often the two of you roamed the clouds.” Rhaena giggled. While you and Rhaena made kinship over tea, you and Baela did so over the heavens, circling each other and twirling with your dragons in a dance which you found poetic given what story you were reborn into.

“We must visit her soon, I would not mind a trip to Driftmark. Lord Corlys extended an open invitation after my legitimization which I have yet to take him up on.” You said, remembering the outpour of letters which piled up on your vanity from Lords and Ladies across the kingdoms.

“Y/n, Y/n!” All three of you turned to the call, watching as Joffrey skipped his way up to you.

“Mother said that I can choose an egg for the baby, can you come with me? Please? Pleeeeease?” He begged, tugging on the sleeves of your riding gear.

“Why Y/n, Joffrey?” Lucerys asked, a twinge of jealousy in his tone.

“Because she has three dragons, and I want our sister to have as many as Y/n!” Joffrey beamed as you stood, taking a final sip of your tea.

“I’m not sure I can guarantee that, my prince, but I can try.” You smiled, picking up the young boy onto your hip. He was growing bigger by the day, harder and harder to carry you realized as you had to put him down once you got to the stairs at the end of the hall. The two of you were accompanied by a Dragonkeeper as you were led to where a clutch of Silverwing’s eggs were being incubated, the hot coals the keeper’s placed them in shining like molten glass. Five eggs lay dormant, awaiting hatching as Joffrey was held back from practically jumping on them.

“Careful, Joffrey!” You breathed, holding onto his tiny hand.

“You mustn’t touch them, only look. They will burn you otherwise.” You warned, Joffrey nodding slowly as he surveyed the five eggs.

“Which one do you like best, Y/n?” He questioned, big brown eyes blinking up at you. You pondered for a moment, taking a good look at the eggs. The smallest was a muted gold, perhaps more copper against certain lights. It was nice enough, but not fit for a potential princess. Two were of the same size, the first being covered in swirls of vibrant blue and green while the second shimmered with scales of vermillion, gorgeous eggs which you could see a small head of silver hair sleeping next to. The second-largest was a pale purple, not dissimilar to Rhaelys’ egg before she hatched. The largest egg was an imposing opalescent, multi-coloured sheen warmed by the coals beneath it.

“If I had to choose my favourite, I would say this one — ” You pointed to the opalescent egg, “ — for when I was a girl I would have loved a dragon like that of a pearl.”

“That one is also my favourite!” Joffrey cheered, and you nodded to the keeper, signaling for the egg to be transferred to a carrier.

“Your mother will be very pleased, my prince, I am sure of it.” You brushed back his hair, a familiar motion, before the two of you walked hand-in-hand back to the keep. You couldn't help it when your eyes drifted down, to where two Dragonkeepers held the carrier. Something drew you to it, called you to it, forced you to it. Perhaps it was the fact that you hadn’t seen a dragon’s egg in many months, or the fact that your own blood was tied so deeply to theirs, but the thought of another dragon being born excited you. Perhaps in this life little Visenya would be born a healthy child, and would grow alongside her pearly dragon who would no doubt have a matching delicate name bestowed upon it. Perhaps, you thought as you showed Rhaenyra the egg. Perhaps, you thought as you settled in for the night later that evening. Perhaps, you thought as you went for a walk when sleep would not find you. Perhaps, you thought as a glint caught your eye from a crack in the nursery door. Perhaps. You passed by a sleeping Aegon and Viserys. Perhaps. You couldn't help it, couldn't fight it as invisible strings curled your fingers upon the handle. Perhaps. You set down the top of the stone incubator which harboured the pearlescent egg, molten coals hot enough that you began to feel burning when you reached towards the egg. Perhaps. Your hands clasped around the egg, yet you did not scream. Perhaps. It was alive underneath your fingertips, the scales of the egg shifting and cracking. Perhaps. Your eyes were wide, tears beginning to well since you refused to blink. Perhaps. Scales flaked into the molten coals, sharp talons wrenching them from their place on the egg’s shell. Perhaps. There was no perhaps now, no wishful thoughts.

“My Lady?” You turned to the horrified wetnurse who spoke your title, tears streaming down your heated cheeks and landing onto the small wet creature below you. You said something, but she did not hear it.

“What was that, my lady?” She mewled, silhouette outlined in the threshold of the door.

“Fetch the princess, now.” You said more firmly, trying to stay calm so as not to wake the babes next to you. The woman bolted in the direction of Rhaenyra’s room, leaving you to slowly walk into the cold halls of Dragonstone.

“Y/n, what is the meaning of thi — ” Rhaenyra’s tired complaints were cut short when she saw the state of you. Saw your glossy eyes, saw the blood and yolk which stained your nightdress, but most shocking of all, the pearlescent dragonling which clung to your breast like a newborn, haggard cries filling the silence which the two of you created.

“The egg for your child…it has hatched.”

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A/N: I know ya’ll have been waiting for this one and I hope I delivereddddd!!! I’m sorry it’s taken this long but It’s the beginning of the uni school year so I’m back on that grindset!! Updates will be sparse but they will be coming! Hope ya’ll enjoyed this chapter xoxo

Also, to @imskyo, I hope this chapter was worth the wait (I cannot respond to ur dm idk why) <3

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