#leyla hightower

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Duties || D. Targaryen x oc (Dear Motherhood Series)

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summary: when Leyla is ill, Daemon steps up as a father and looks after the children himself.

a/n: please send in any requests you wanna see me write for this series <33

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“I want you all tending to my Lady Wife,” Daemon says whilst taking the 4 month old Aegon into his arms from the handmaidens. “But my Prince, who will tend to your children?” She questions anxiously. Daemon looks over his shoulder to Leyla laying in bed peacefully asleep.

“Their father of course. I’ve taken care of Alyssa and Baelon myself plenty of times before with ease. My dear Leyla is who you should be worrying about,” Daemon says just as Alyssa and Baelon come running in.

“Forigve me, my Prince, but now you have Aegon under your wing aswell-“ “You dare question my ability to look after my children?” Daemon interrupted her as her eyes widened. “I-I n-no of course not-“ “Good. My children will be by my side today,” He says before turning around and not giving the handmaiden another look.

Daemon and the children move over to where Leyla laid. A handmaiden pressing a damp cloth onto her forehead. She had not been taking the pregnancy well at all. The maesters had said that it was due to her body still recovering from giving birth to Aegon.

“Will mumma be okay?” Alyssa asks quietly as she looks up to her father, “Your mother is a strong woman. Of course she will be okay, don’t worry” He ran his fingers through her daughter’s platinum white hair in comfort.

Baelon, their second youngest, reached over carefully to his mother’s hand and placed a gentle kiss on it. This caused Leyla to slowly turn her head and smile weakly. “My darlings,” She spoke in quiet tone. “Mumma!” Baelon gasps as he quickly gets into bed with her, followed by Alyssa.

“Children, be gentle please, your mother still needs her rest,” Daemon chuckles, rocking Aegon as he watches the sight infront of him. “Please feel better mumma” Baelon says in a muffled tone as be hugs Leyla’s chest, Alyssa placing a kiss on her mother’s cheek. Leyla let out a soft chuckle.

“What is going on here?” Maester Mellos says as he walks in on the scene. “We’re making mumma feel better!” Baelon says enthusiastically as Mellos raises an eyebrow and looks to the Prince who chuckles. “Alright, Alyssa and Baelon let’s leave your mother to rest. You will see her later,” He helps the two down from the bed.

~

When Daemon said his children would be by his side, he quite literally meant it. He brought along his three children everywhere he went.

“The tourney is held tomorrow for the Queen’s name day celebrations, is there any word yet from the Starks about their appearance?” Daemon asks, before Lord Lyonel could even speak up, they were interrupted by Prince Baelon. “Father I’m bored!” He huffs.

Daemon looks around the table, a few pieces of parchment laid there, “Pass me a quill” He says as the lords stare at him dumbfounded. After a few seconds of silence Daemon speaks up again, irritated this time. “I asked if I could be brought a quill please,” Lord Beesbury quickly passed the Prince a quill.

“Here you go, share with your sister,” He passes the pieces of parchment and quill to Baelon who smiles and runs away. “We needed those parchment papers, Daemon” Otto sternly says after watching the whole ordeal, “And your grandson wishes to be entertained. We can always ask for more,” He shrugs.

~

“Ah! I’ve been looking for you, and my darling nieces,” Alicent makes her way to Daemon stopped middway in the corridor with the children to visit Caraxes, a request from Alyssa and Baelon themselves. “Auntie!” Baelon and Alyssa jump and down and engulf Alicent in a tight hug as she giggled.

“Where are you all off to?” She says looking at the children, though she was mostly aiming it to Daemon. The older Hightower sister tickles Aegon’s stomach as he hides his head in Daemon’s neck, his small giggles making the two adults chuckle. “The children wish to see Caraxes today,” He answers her sister-in-law.

“Oh.” Her face slowly drops, contrast to her sister, Alicent disliked dragons. She thought of them dangerous to their family. “I can take Aegon if you wish-“ She says in an unbeat tone, her hands reaching the babe in Daemon’s hold. “No. That is quite alright, Alicent,” He slightly moves away from her as she was taken aback.

“Bye auntie Alicent!” Baelon and Alyssa say in-sync as the wave and run along with Daemon following behind. Alicent watches as the family leave the castle, she shook her head to herself and let out a small chuckle before turning to leave herself.

Caraxes was a complete softie for Daemon and Leyla’s children. At first, Leyla was skeptical about introducing her children to the dragon but trusted Daemon. Caraxes was after all, Daemon’s dragon, an extension of him.

When Leyla was first pregnant with Alyssa, Caraxes was always placing his snout on her middle section. He could sense whenever there was a child growing in Leyla. So when the Alyssa was born, they made sure to visit Caraxes and introduce him to the newest edition of the family.

It soon became tradition as they did the same with the next two. The children had dragons of their own, even Aegon, but nothing compared to their father’s infamous blood-wyrm. Alyssa and Baelon adored Caraxes strangely enough, always petting him and pulling at his feet while Caraxes laid back, often huffing in annoyance which was hilarious to watch.

“Hello Caraxes!” “Mumma is not feeling well so we came to visit you!” The two Targaryen children run up to Daemon’s dragon. The dragon keepers always watch in amazement as the two children manage to get closer to Caraxes than them.

The dragon keeper’s practically held their breath as Caraxes stretches his long neck over to where Daemon stood with Aegon. His snout moves to where the 4 month old was in Daemon’s arms. Little Aegon reached his hand out and the blood wyrm closed his eyes and allowed for the young boy to caress him.

Daemon watched with a smile. Seeing the children enjoy Caraxes’ presence and vice versa, never fails to make him happy. If Alicent was there, she would have already fainted seeing her precious nieces that close to the dragon.

~

The crowd of Lords and Ladies all murmur as they watch Alyssa, Baelon, and Daemon walk in, Aegon in his hold. They were running behind time for Alicent’s birthday celebration in the throne room; Alyssa was fussing about which dress she wanted to wear.

The sight of Daemon and his children never failed to make people talk. Maybe it was because of the fact that they would never have expected him to be a father to children, yet alone three—soon to be four. Alyssa and Baelon clung to their father’s side as they walked down the middle, all eyes on the family.

Alyssa and Baelon curtsy when they reach the table where Viserys and Alicent watch with smiles on their faces. “Happy Nameday, Auntie” Baelon says as Alyssa hands a present to Alicent.

~

Leyla walked around the castle in search of her Husband and children, she had felt much better and had energy to walk around. She had just missed her sister’s feast which finished 4 hours ago.

“Where could they be..” She says to Alyssane who accompanied her incase she felt ill again. She walks past her solar, the door slightly ajar making her stop in her tracks and look back. Quietly opening the door wider, her heart melted at the scene infront of her.

Daemon asleep on the daybed, Aegon asleep on his chest and Baelon and Alyssa snuggled to their father’s chest. “The prince had the children by his side all day today,” Alyssane whispered making Leyla look to her. She looked back at her Husband and children, she knew Daemon was an amazing father and she was glad she’s able to create a family for the two of them.

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thank you again @riotarttherite!! i love these amazing portraits <33 this is how imagine the next gen after the dance to look like when their adults (im aware visenya was a still birth and we have no idea what happened to alys/aemonds son but imagine them here happy) the rest are mentioned in f&b but don’t get enough recognition 

From Left to Right—

Meagon Rivers bastard son of alys and aemond, Gaemon Palehair bastard son of aegon ii

Laena Velaryon daughter of baela and alyn, Visenya Targaryen daughter of rhaenyra and daemon

Leyla Hightower daughter of rhaena and garmund, Ceryse Hightower daughter of rhaena and garmund

Lianna Hightower daughter of rhaena and garmund, Aerea Hightower daughter of rhaena and garmund

Alyssa Hightower daughter of rhaena and garmund, Rhaella Hightower daughter of rhaena and garment

[kyuremking]

Hightower Sigil - Lady Leyla Cupps-Hightower

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Lynesse is next.

Below the cut there is a previous version.

This one was a bit complicated because I wanted to include several concepts that I have in my head about Leyla and her marriage to Jon Cupps

[thaliajoy-blog]

😎 not sure what she's doing but she does look like a mad maid doesn't she...(Still a WIP btw this will take forever but it's looking promising).

Also brand new designs for her five sisters (and a few funny headcanons). Kinda want to add Alerie & Lynesse to this 👆, looking over her shoulder.

Some very Hightower centered digital WIPs 😗

[come-along-pond]

The Black Rose. Chapter 3 | The Sons of Viserys the Peaceful

summary: Alerie Tyrell was not a stranger to the politics of Kings Landing, her own mother having grown up in the same environment. However, as the only daughter of the Tyrell family, and the relative of Alicent Hightower, Alerie had many things expected of her. All she truly wanted to do was sit in her gardens back home, basking in the sunlight. As she grows, an attachment to Jacaerys Velaryon appears, and she finds herself torn between one family and the other.

warnings: canon typical language, violence and themes

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“Lord Tyrell holds power in the reach, it is a good match,” Rhaenyra nods “Also he’s rather easy on the eyes, is he not?”

“Rhaenyra!” both brunettes exclaim, the dragon merely shrugs.

“Someone as beautiful as our dear friend here deserves a man to match,” she winks at Leyla who turns away, bashful under the princess's gaze, both she and Alicent miss the small pout Rhaenyra pulls, and the small glare she sends the young lords way.

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[asherbakugou]

Daughter of Tyraxes

Goddess of Peace, Wisdom, Strategy, and Reason

The Eyrie was absolutely beautiful, pale white stone gleaming in the light of the moonlight. The Keep rests at the very top of a mountain, making it difficult to reach, but making it seem ethereal in a way. From every room within the Eyrie has a stunning view, with every window giving them the view of the sky, nearby mountains, or the nearby cities.

Queen Alicent Hightower despised it. Hated the Eyrie, hated the cold mountain air, hated the views, hated the servents, and Lords and Ladies of the Vale. Every look she recieved, instead of being in awe of her piousness, grace, and beauty, they looked upon her in contempt, viewing her as a replacement of the Late Queen Aemma Arryn.

They seemed to forget that the Queen was a failure, having only given the King a singular daughter while she had given him two sons and a daughter. Yet she was punished, forced to watch as his whore of a daughter flaunted her position as heir, carrying around her bastard, alongside her swordswallowing husband.

She had given him a son, the son he had killed Aemma Arryn for, and yet he was not given the title he deserved. The title of Heir that was his right as a firstborn son. It was unfair to her and her sons! Shoved to the side as he doted endlessly upon his daughter and grandson, especially now that she was pregnant again.

The whore had barely waited six months before announcing she was pregnant again, and now at nearing 9 months she had packed up the entire household to visit her mothers home. And of course, the King had done whatever she asked of him.

So now she was sitting in this too small room with seven of her ladies in waiting embroidering a new pillow, listening to the chatter.

"Did you see what the Princess was wearing?" Cassandra Baratheon asked, leaning forward eagerly. As the youngest lady, at only 10-and-1, she loved to gossip and often heard the most scandalous gossip since she was ignored on account of her age and gender.

"Northern rags," Lady Maria Redwyne sneered, rocking slowly in her chair. As Queen Alicents Aunt, sister of her mother, she held seniority within the seven ladies. "They make her look the savage she is."

"Not that these people see it that way. Have you seen how they treat her? It's as if she is already Queen," Celia Lannister stated, shaking her head. The cousin of Jason and Tyland Lannister she was just as vain and proud, forming a deep dislike for Princess Rhaenyra and her ladies.

"If only the King would see reason," Lady Leyla Brackens murmured. "A woman ruling over the Kingdoms? We'd go bankrupt in months with all her fancies and expensive taste."

"She'd probably offend everyone she talked to," Ceryse Hightower chirped, gigling with Cassandra. As the two youngest, with Ceryse being 10-and-2, they had formed a close bond of friendship.

"The men at her feet would probably ignore her actions just to continue laying in her bed," Lady Mari Ambrose scoffed, sneering. Lady Leyla and Lady Maria nodded as the two youngest giggled.

"Hush girls," Lady Anya Peake barked, severe brown eyes sharp. "If anyone were to hear your words on the Princess our heads would roll. Have your parents not taught you to whisper?"

The oldest of her ladies, Lady Anya was second only to Lady Maria, for she was Queen Alicents paternal great-Aunt. A severe, pious woman, she was normally the one to escort Alicent to the Sept to pray.

"Unfortunately my husband is besotted by his daughter, unable to see any flaws she has. This extends to both her husband, and son, as I'm sure you've seen," Queen Alicent added, sadly. "Our own children are neglected by him, and so often does he refer to the Princess as his only daughter. My heart aches for my dear Halaena."

Her ladies murmured agreements, and hopes that Halaena did not feel left out. While her words were true, she did not truly wish for him to spend time with her children because he'd share the Targaryens queer customs with them.

"One day the King will see reason," Lady Maria swore, eyes darkening. If he didn't they all knew what would happen.

War.

Lady Annara Celtigar, Lady Amanda Arryn, and Lady Sara Snow watched over Crown Prince Jacaerys as he sat beside Vermithors snout, playing with his wooden figures. A group of five Dragonkeepers stood nearby, just in case.

"I never thought I'd see a dragon acting as a babysitter," Lady Annara giggled, earning a snort from Lady Sara.

"A dragons connection to their rider is something we will never understand. The closest we have ever come is when we bonded with Griffens, or Direwolves," Lady Amanda stated wisely. Both girls, barely 10-and-6, watched her in shock and awe before realizing the significance.

Silence fell before Lady Sara muttered, "He really does look like a babysitter."

Lady Annara burst into a fit of giggles, cutting herself off when Vermithor huffed out smoke, orange-yellow eye focusing on her.

"I feel like I'm being told to shut up," Lady Annora whispered, trembling as the Dragons gaze returned to his rider. Jacaerys, with no fear, smacked his dragons snout.

"Bad. Good lady," Jacaerys called, glaring at the dragon in defense of his favorite Lady-in-Waiting. Lady Amanda and Lady Annara both cooed at his sweetness as Lady Sara smiled affectionately.

The little prince had won their hearts near instantly after his birth. While several of Rhaenyra's Ladies-and-Maids-in-Waiting had come after her historic birth, they had all fallen for the sweet little prince and they were excited for the Crown Princess' next child.

"Such a sweet boy. He will be a wonderful King when it is time," Lady Annara said.

"Unfortunately, his personality is not set in stone, Annora. It will be up to his mother, father, and us to make sure he and all of his future siblings are raised well," Lady Amanda corrected.

"Prince Laenor and Princess Rhaenyra were talking of when it would be considered appropriate to begin having lessons to be a knight," Lady Sara commented, brow furrowing a little.

"What else did they mention?" Lady Annara questioned, vivid blue eyes sharp as she lowered her voice.

"They decided that once he turned 4 he would begin watching the Knights practicing before being allowed to train at 5, and squiring would begin upon his 8th nameday," Lady Sara stated, glancing around to check for servents or others. Fortunately, few would dare come when Vermithor was there, so they had complete privacy. "Princess Rhaenyra mentioned sending him to the Wall for a time so he may be a true knight that has not just seen tourneys and jousts."

"That would be a smart play," Lady Amanda agreed, nodding. "It would strengthen his ties to the North, and show them that a good King will sit the Iron Throne."

"Allies could be made as well, but . . ." Lady Annara hesitated. "Those that take the black are often criminals, would he be safe there?"

"I doubt they would send him without Vermithor. Besides, by that time he will be fully knighted," Lady Sara corrected.

"Good. Did anyone else think that Princess Rhaenyra seemed quite confident that it was a girl?"

"Confident enough to create a contract that would make her heir of the Vale," Lady Amanda said. Neither were surprised. "While the Vale is behind the Princess, this will give them something to hold. A Princess of their own, who will one day care for them as Princess Rhaenyra does."

They understood what the older woman truly meant. When King Viserys died there would be war, and having the Vale and the North securely behind Princess Rhaenyra and her children would tilt the scales in their favour.

Lady Jeyne Arryn stood at the balconey doors of Crown Princess Rhaenyra's quarters, cradling the newest Princess in her arms. Smiling down at the babe, she could not help but see the similarity in the babes face to Princess Daella's face from the portraits her Grandfather had commisioned that were found in several halls of the Eyrie.

"She's beautiful, your majesty," Lady Jeyne murmured, completely captivated. Crown Princess Rhaenyra smiled, leaning back against the headboard as her husband, Prince Laenor, carefully wiped her forehead of sweat with a cooled rag.

"Please, Lady Jeyne, we are cousins. You have my permission to call me Rhaenyra."

"Then you have mine to call me Jeyne, Rhaenyra."

Both women shared gentle smiles.

"Thank you, Rhaenyra. You have given me the Heir I have been so worried of giving," Lady Jeyne admitted sadly.

"If I am to understand it, the boy you would have been forced to name as heir is Arnold Arryn's son?" Prince Laenor asked, leaning forward.

"His nephew, through his sisters marriage to Jackson Redfort, my Lady Jessamyne's elder brother. As the second son of a second wife he has been raised modestly these past 4 years, but we shall see what kind of man he will grow into," Lady Jeyne stated, glancing towards the bedroom door. While she despised Arnolds Line, the boy was innnocent, as was his mother.

"And if he turns out like his Uncle?" Princess Rhaenyra asked, wincing as she shifted in the bed.

"Then your daughter will be free to pick any Valeman she wishes, as long as they understand that her children will take the name Arryn."

"Good."

"May I ask what you plan to name her?" Lady Jeyne asked.

"Ah yes, our apologies," Prince Laenor said, offering an awkward grin. "We have decided upon the name Alyssa, both for Alyssa Velaryon and Alyssa Targaryen as well as Alyssane Targaryen."

"A strong, beautiful name," Lady Jeyne agreed smiling down at little Alyssa. "Mo oidhre." The Old Language of the Vale flowed effortlessly from her tongue, making Alyssa coo in delight.

In the moonlight her red-gold hair shone softly, reminding Jeyne of spun gold in sunlight, where it glowed red. The soft curls covered her entire head, nearly hiding her beautiful blue-purple eyes.

"Cosúil leis an spéir roimh titim na hoíche." (Like the sky before nightfall.)

"When I have recovered, I wish to announce her to the Vale if possible."

"Of course. The Vale will know of my heir, of your daughter, Rhaenyra."

Three days had passed since Lady Jeyne Arryn had first held her heir, since Crown Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen had given birth but no one outside of the two, Prince Laenor Velaryon, and Crown Prince Jacaerys Targaryen knew of her name, so a feast was thrown.

Queen Alicent wore a velvet green dress with golden leaves sewed into the sleeves and skirts. The design of the dress was beautiful, but the itchy fabrics it was made of made it look less so. All three of her children originally accompanied her, but Princess Halaena cried starting Prince Aemond off so the two had to be taken back to the nursury.

Prince Aemond wore a doublet of the same itchy material, shown by how he constantly tugged at it and tried to take it off. His caretaker was struggling to keep him dressed, much to Queen Alicent's irritation but there was nothing she could do.

Lady Jeyne Arryn stood before them all, with King Viserys, Crown Princess Rhaenyra, and Prince Laenor at her sides. She wore a beautiful dress of blue and white, with fabric forming 'wings' that connected to her wrist using silver bracelets.

King Viserys and his daughter wore red and black, while Prince Laenor wore blue, green, and gold complememtimg each other quite nicely.

Much to her distaste, Queen Alicent had not been allowed up onto the dais where the Moonwood Throne sat.

"After hours of hardship, my daughter gave birth to her own daughter, another Princess for House Targaryen and House Velaryon," King Viserys announced.

Rhaenyra stepped forward with her husband, hand resting in the crook of his arm, "My daughter came when the moon had risen to its peak, and just as my eldest son was, she has been marked by the gods. I have been blessed, both in birth and in life, for this opportunity."

"For years you have all worried who would take the Lordship of the Vale, of the Arryns, upon my death," Lady Jeyne stated, bringing everyones attention to her. Queen Alicents heart dropped. "Through my grandfathers second wife, Princess Daella, and my aunt, the late Queen Aemma Arryn, I am cousin to Crown Princess Rhaenyra as she is mine. Through her, her daughter holds the blood of Arryns, so I have made my decision."

With a nod, Crown Princess Rhaenyra carefully placed her daughter in her cousins arms.

"Princess Alyssa Velaryon, shall take the name Arryn upon reaching her 6-and-10 nameday, where henceforth she shall reside here in the Vale. Upon her 7-and-10 nameday she shall marry Theodore Redfort who is an Arryn through his mother to strengthen my bloodline. Her children shall inherit the name Arryn. As such, I introduce you to Princess Alyssa Velaryon, Heiress to House Arryn, and Heir to the Vale!"

The crowd of Valeman erupted into cheers that seemed to shake the halls of the Eyrie until a roar truly shook the keep. Silence fell as everyone turned their gazes to the dais.

"Sil'wing wan' her rider," Crown Prince Jacaerys announced, pronouncing some of his words wrong but getting his point across.

"Then she will recieve her rider," Princess Rhaenyra stated, taking her daughter back into her arms. The enfire crowd followed the princess to the courtyard where the she-dragon had landed. The same place where Ronnel Arryn had taken his first flight upon the dragon, Vhagar.

Silverwing seemed to glimmer in the light of the setting sun, and many thought, upon seeing the she-dragon, that she would be a perfect match for the Princess of the Vale.

Lowering her head she crooned to her rider, earning a delighted burble.

And so Princess Rhaenyra took her daughter upon the dragoneses back and took to the skies as the Greens watches in anger and the Blacks watched on in awe and delight.

Princess Alyssa of House Velaryon, Third of Her Name, Heiress to House Arryn, Heir to the Vale, The Moonborn, Daughter of the Vale, She-Dragon of the Vale, She-Who-Was-Born-In-The-Night, the Peaceful, the Diligent, the Strategist, the Falcon of House Targaryen, rider of Silverwing, the Silver Queen, the Beautiful, the Pearl, the Protector of the Vale, had been born.

[atopvisenyashill]

What do you think happened to rhaena's six daughters? Surely silver-haired Hightower girls would be sought after in marriage? Yes they're daughters of second sons but they do have royal blood

I think they married throughout the reach. It explains the silvery/gold hair of some of the hightowers (alerie & lynesse mainly, and lynesse's apparent similarity to dany) if rhaena’s girls married into the main hightower line. i actually did a lil bit of theorizing in my velaryon tree - there’s “aemon costayne” in canon who is a famous singer and i figured it made sense that implied that there's been some crossover in using valyrian names due to her. that + the religious bent in the reach means we also get kind of valyrian sounding names and valyrian names used in the reach - names like baelor, aemon, aegon, and daeron crop up in recent history in the reach, and some of the names are kind of suspiciously ae's which make me think there's some valyrian influence there as well like in margaery, denyse, leyla, and aelinor. so i think it's likely her daughters married into houses costayne & hightower, and probably other big ones like tarly, fossoway, and beesebury. i also think it's likely one of rhaena's daughters married a son of baela and alyn's to like, keep the valyrian blood strong (we know the velaryons specifically seem to like doing that).

and while i think it makes more sense for aelinor penrose to be a descendant of baela and alyn, there is room for her to be a descendant of garmund and rhaena instead.

[highgardenart]

Lady Fiona Cuy [OC], second wife of Lord Leyton Hightower, and their children: Lady Denyse, Lady Leyla, and Lady Alysanne

Lord Leyton Hightower, his first wife, Lady Evelyn Costayne [OC], and their children; Ser Baelor, Lady Malora, Lady Alerie, and Ser Garth

[daenysthedreamer101]

Daughter of Steel and Bronze ~ HOTD

Ch 8 - Crossroads

HOTD x Targaryen!OC, eventual Targaryen!OC x Harwin Strong

Warnings: Daena does not like the Hightowers, Daemon complaining about Rhea, cursing

Corresponding episode: HOTD 1x2

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"Half a year later after the passing of Queen Aemma Arryn, His Grace decided to take a new wife. The chosen one was Lady Alicent Hightower. No one was more shocked by this decision than the King's daughter, Princess Rhaenyra. It is said she stormed out of the Small Council Chamber with tears in her eyes. 

Lord Corlys Velaryon, the Sea Snake, also poorly took the news. He had offered his own daughter, Lady Laena, as a candidate. He resigned as Master of Ships and went back to Driftmark, furious. 

The King's niece, Princess Daena, also disagreed with the choice. It is said she frowned the entire time and stared angrily at the Hand, Ser Otto Hightower. If anyone had any reservations about how the Princess felt about the Hightowers, their doubts were confirmed that day." 

(Fire & Blood, Being a History of the Targaryen Kings of Westeros, by Archmaester Gyldayn)

~

112 AC, King's Landing

Six months have passed since the tragic death of Queen Aemma. Six months have passed since Prince Daemon was disinherited as heir to the Iron Throne and banished from the capital. Six months have passed since Daena last saw her father. 

She started this day differently - today she was to choose two ladies to be her ladies-in-waiting. She was now 14 years old. "Almost a woman grown", Septa Marlow kept nagging in her ear. 

"Two more years, and I won't have to listen to her annoying voice ever again." Daena thought as she walked to the weirwood garden where the get-together was being held. 

She went dragon riding in the morning, as she always did on the first day of the week. As soon as she returned to the castle she was immediately rushed to the gardens. She thought she would have more time to clean herself before meeting the ladies. Hopefully, no one would mind the smell. Dragons were not the most pleasant-smelling creatures, Daena learned. 

"Well, I suppose I'll just go like this." She thought as she entered the garden - just from one glance she could see at least two dozen young girls and women waiting for her. 

"Oh, Gods, help me!" She murmured as she stood frozen. All the ladies turned and stopped talking. She could see there was a long table and an empty seat at the head of it. "That's for me, surely."

She walked quickly to her designated seat. "My ladies. Please, sit." She said and gestured. They followed her words, and everyone sat and waited for her to speak. 

Daena cleared her throat. "Firstly, I want to thank you all for coming here in such high numbers. I'm honored that so many of you wish to be my ladies-in-waiting. Unfortunately, there are only two spots. Now, shall we begin?" 

For the next three hours, Daena conversed with all the ladies. She quickly dismissed certain girls - Lucinda Lannister was the first to comment on an unpleasant smell in the air. Once Daena explained that it was her, the little lioness blushed and apologized. 

Ultimately, she narrowed her choice down to four ladies - Leyla Merryweather, Violet Mooton, and the twins Joy and Hanna Strong. Leyla was a sweet girl, though a bit too young, she was only 13, even younger than the Princess. 

After further deliberation, Daena chose the two daughters of Lyonel Strong. In the years to come, this would prove a wise decision. 

~

Once she was finished choosing her future handmaids, Daena desperately wanted a bath. On the way to her chambers, she bumped into Rhaenyra who had a satisfied smile on her face. 

"Cousin!" Daena greeted as she hugged Nyra. 

Nyra sniffed her. "You went dragon riding without me?" She asked, pretending to be hurt.

"I did it this morning," Daena explained. 

"Yet you're still in your riding suit?" Nyra questioned.

Daena chuckled. "It's a long story. All you need to know is that I now have two handmaids."

"Oh? And who might they be?" Nyra asked with raised brows.

"Joy and Hanna Strong," Daena revealed.

"Lord Lyonel's twin daughters?"

Daena nodded. "I like them. They're so similar, yet so different. I knew I had to have them both."

"Interesting. Well, Lord Lyonel is a good man. I'm sure his daughters will be the same." Nyra commented.

"Yes...Anyways, your spirits seem particularly high today."

"I chose Ser Criston Cole to be the newest knight of the Kingsguard...and my sworn protector."

It was now Daena's turn to raise brows. "The cute Dornish knight? The one who bested my father?" She asked with a sly smirk.

Nyra smirked, rolling her eyes. Daena chuckled at Nyra's expression. "I'm just jesting, cousin. All in good fun."

"It was good seeing you, cousin, but I have to go now," Rhaenyra said. Daena tilted her head in confusion.

"Where are you going?" She asked. Nyra looked away, avoiding Daena's gaze. Daena could see she was playing with her rings - she always did that when she was nervous. 

"Rhaenyra?"

"...I'm going to the Sept...with Alicent."

"Oh...Well then, have fun, I suppose..." Daena mumbled awkwardly and walked away. Rhaenyra sighed in frustration.

~

After bathing herself and making herself presentable, she once again ventured into the gardens of the Red Keep. She arranged a meeting with the Strong sisters, so that she may further assess them and their personalities. 

Once she reached her destination she was greeted by the twins who curtsied slightly. "Please, my ladies." She took a good look at them - both girls were slender with small waists, long dark curls, and big brown eyes. They were comely girls of 17 summers. Any man would kill to have a bride like that, Daena thought. 

Joy wore a flowy, forest green gown and her hair was loose, with a couple of braids at the top. Hanna wore a more structured, dark burgundy dress and her hair was up in a complicated Southern style. 

"Forgive me, my ladies. I still don't know you well enough. You look so similar. How am I to differentiate between you two?" Daena asked politely. The girls, seemingly used to this question, took no offense.

"I have a mark beneath my left eye, Princess," Hanna said, her voice soft and airy. 

Daena looked a bit closer. "Oh! You really do! Well, that should make things easier."

"You'll learn, soon enough, that I and my sister are worlds apart. She's the sun and I'm the moon - complete opposites yet so similar." Hanna added. 

"My little sister is just being dramatic. You have to forgive her, she has a tendency towards melancholy. She's been reading too much poetry." Joy added in jest, her voice high and beautifully girlish. Hanna rolled her eyes. 

Daena chuckled. "It's all right, I enjoy reading as well. Tell me, why do you think you two would be the perfect handmaidens for me? Why should I choose you?"

"From the little time we've spent in your presence, Princess, I could tell you are someone who values honesty and loyalty. I can tell you right now you would be frustrated with the likes of Lucinda Lannister. What you need are friends, good and kind ones, who have your best interest at heart." Hanna elaborated.

"And how do I know you have my best interest at heart?" Daena inquired.

Joy and Hanna looked at each other. "Princess, we, like the rest of the Realm, wept when our beloved Queen Aemma died. We have heard how close you were to her. We also know that there's a...bit of a rift between yourself and Princess Rhaenyra." Joy stated. 

Daena furrowed her pale brows but remained silent. Joy continued. "We know that she's fond of the Hightower girl. Through our father, we also know that the Small Council is currently pushing His Grace to remarry." 

"What are you implying?"

"You're still young, my Princess, and it may have slipped your notice, but we have been hearing rumors - ones that include the Lady Alicent. Servant gossip, I thought at first. But over the past six months, we have heard from multiple servants, that Alicent Hightower has been visiting and spending time with His Grace. Alone." Hanna revealed, her voice hushed.

Daena took a deep breath. If what the Strong sisters were saying was true, it would mean that Otto Hightower has been scheming to make Alicent Queen ever since her dear aunt Aemma died. 

"We know it's a lot to take in. We're telling you this so that you may warn Princess Rhaenyra. Maybe she could somehow influence His Grace. Ser Otto is on the move and he is very close to victory. Without your father in the capital, there's no one to stand against him." Joy told the young Princess.

"We know Ser Otto is...less than fond of your father and by extension, yourself. Our father told us how worried Ser Otto was when you claimed Vermithor, saying that such a young child shouldn't be in control of such a beast. You must believe us Princess, we truly want what's best for you." Hanna stated, her voice full of honesty and compassion.

Daena nodded. "I do. I do believe you. Everything makes sense now. Ladies, you have truly proven yourselves. I'll see to your admission personally." 

She hugged each sister and bid them goodbye. She would have lots to talk about with Rhaenyra. 

The following day, Daena decided the best course of action would be to fly to Dragonstone. Her primary mission was to inform her father about Ser Otto's schemes. The second reason she wanted to go was to see her father. Ever since the death of Queen Aemma, she hasn't seen him and they've exchanged only a few letters in the following months.

She was dressed in her black riding suit with black leather boots on her feet. Her long silver hair was neatly braided into two plaits. She also wore dainty amethyst earrings on her ears and the heart-shaped pendant her father gifted her, though the latter was covered by her suit.

As she was walking through the halls of the Red Keep she saw Rhaenyra pacing toward her. She looked distressed. Nyra grabbed Daena's hand and dragged her into her bed chambers. 

"Nyra! Wait! What's happening?" Daena asked confused as Nyra closed the door of her room.

"Daemon stole my brother's egg! He sent a missive saying that one of his whores is pregnant and he will take her as a second wife! And now, Ser Otto is going to Dragonstone to retrieve the egg." Nyra revealed, her voice laced with anger and her eyes full of hurt.

Daena closed her eyes and sighed. Her father could truly be a menace. She knew this was all a farce. He stole the egg to provoke His Grace and get his attention. She didn't even know what to think of him taking a whore as his wife. She knew he disliked her mother and that they mutually despised each other. But this was simply too much. 

"I'm sorry," Daena said quietly. 

Nyra looked at her with furrowed brows. "Why are you apologizing for your father's provocations?"

Daena sighed again. "Because you don't deserve this. Neither does Uncle Viserys. My father can be... difficult to deal with. I know he is doing this purely for attention." 

Nyra took Daena's hand into hers. "It's alright, Daena. I don't blame you."

Rhaenyra looked into Daena's lilac eyes. They were full of emotions - frustration, guilt, and something else. Her face was scrunched up almost like she was on the verge of tears. 

"....Daena?"

She looked away and walked to the window in desperate need of fresh air. She put her hands on each side of the wall, trying to stabilize herself. 

"Daena, what's wrong?" Nyra asked, worried. 

Daena shook her head, her throat tight and her eyes welled up with tears. "I'm sorry, Nyra. I'm so sorry."

"What in the Seven Hells are you talking about?" 

Daena turned her eyes toward Nyra. Now or never, she thought. Then, she told Rhaenyra everything. 

~

Dragonstone

Daemon was looking out of the balcony of his room which gave him a clear view of the sea. He sipped on his wine when he heard the unmistakable roar of the Bronze Fury. Then, through the thick clouds and fog that surrounded Dragonstone, Vermithor emerged. 

"Who is that?" Mysaria asked, her Lysene accent thick. Instead of answering her, he put his wine down and walked outside to greet his daughter.

Mysaria followed him, her white gown flowing behind her. They walked to the front of the castle, where in front of the gates stood a young girl with long silver hair. "Is this that niece of his he's been talking about?" Mysaria thought.

The girl stared at Daemon and a wide smile appeared on her face. She ran to him and threw herself at him. He caught her, stumbling backward a bit, and smiled. He kissed the top of her head and held her face in his hands. "Little dragon, what are you doing here?" 

"I've missed you." The girl said, her voice full of emotion. There was something in Daemon's eyes that Mysaria couldn't quite understand. This wasn't his niece but his daughter, she concluded - the way he was talking to her and looking at her was too fatherly, too parental to make sense. 

The girl kissed Daemon on the cheek and turned her face toward Mysaria. Her round, lilac eyes were identical to Daemon's, and her skin was as white as ivory, Mysaria observed. The girl looked her up and down, judging her. 

"Who is this?" The girl asked, her voice laced with contempt. Daemon put his arm around the girl's shoulder and started petting her head, almost like he was pacifying her. 

"This is Mysaria. My lover." Daemon explained. The girl's brows furrowed slightly and her plump pink lips pouted, making her look even younger. She hummed in acknowledgment but made no effort to greet Mysaria.

"Mysaria, this is my daughter Daena." Daemon introduced Daena and Mysaria bowed her head slightly. 

"Father, I wish to speak with you. Alone." Daena said, emphasizing the last word.

Daemon glanced at Mysaria who took the hint and left the two Targaryens. 

~

Daena followed her father to his room where they could speak freely. 

Daemon sat down and once again started sipping his wine. Daena stood on the opposite side of the table, the sunlight illuminating her silver hair. 

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"We both know what I am talking about. You stole Baelon's egg from the Dragonpit and you plan to marry...her. My mother is very much alive unless you've forgotten." She bit back, her frustration with her father growing by the second. 

He sighed and lifted his legs on the table. He is acting like a child, she thought. "I don't like your mother. I'm sure you're aware of that."

"She doesn't like you either." 

Daemon chuckled at his daughter's words. "You truly are my daughter." Daena rolled her eyes and walked closer to the table. 

"I'm not here to argue with you. I have more important information that I feel you should know."

"Yes?" 

"The Small Council is currently pushing Uncle Viserys to remarry. Recently, I've found out that ever since Aunt Aemma died, Alicent Hightower has been visiting His Grace, alone." 

Daemon's eyebrows rose in surprise. 

"I know, I was shocked as well. I told Rhaenyra before flying here. She was furious, to say the least."

"Where did you get this information from?" He asked. 

Daena smirked. "I have my sources."

~

The royal ship has docked on the shore of Dragonstone. Daena followed her father down to the bridge. He was in the front, she to his right, and on his left was Mysaria. Behind them were the Goldcloaks.

Once they made their way to the middle of the bridge, Daena could see Ser Otto on the other side. With him came many people - Ser Harrold, Ser Criston, the Grandmaester for some reason, and knights and dragon keepers.

"Welcome to Dragonstone, Otto." Her father greeted her after many seconds of silence.

Ser Otto told Daemon to leave Dragonstone, give back the egg, disband his army, and banish Mysaria.

"Ser Crispin, wasn't it?"

"Ser Criston Cole, my Prince."

"Ah, yes, apologies. I couldn't recall."

"Perhaps my Prince recalls when I knocked him off his horse."

Daena hated to admit it, but that was funny. It seems her father shared her sentiment because he chuckled at the knight's words.

"This is a truly pathetic show, Daemon. Are you so desperate for the King's attention that you've resorted to skulking about like a common cutpurse?"

"I'm simply keeping with the traditions of my House, the same as my brother did for his heir." Her father responded.

"Those traditions are for the trueborn children of royalty, not for bastards fathered on a common whore."

"Lady Mysaria is to be my wife." 

"You already have a living wife. And she gave you a child. You can't just replace her."

"I wish I could." Her father responded and she had to control herself to not say anything. It seemed that Ser Otto noticed that.

"And you, Princess? What are you doing here?" Ser Otto asked her.

Daena didn't think anyone would talk to her. "Simply visiting my father. I don't believe that's a crime." 

After exchanging more harsh words, swords were pulled out. A whistle could be heard in the air. Daena knew who it was instantly. From behind a wall of stone and rock, Caraxes appeared and sat on top of the bridge.

He screeched, and Daena couldn't help but smirk at Ser Criston's bewildered face. Ser Otto told his men to sheathe their swords. 

Then, from beneath the thick fog, Syrax appeared, and on top of her was Rhaenyra. Everyone, save for Daena, seemed to be shocked by Rhaenyra showing up.

"Take care not to startle Syrax, my lords. She's rather protective of me." Nyra said and walked toward Daemon.

Rhaenyra and Daemon exchanged words in High Valyrian.

"You already have a wife." Nyra pointed out.

"Not one of my choosing." Daena could only roll her eyes at her father once again bashing her mother and saying how he didn't choose her. Nyra questioned how that had anything to do with him stealing the egg. 

"You shared your cradle with a dragon when you were born. I want the same for my child."

"You already have a child. I suggest paying more attention to her instead of provoking my father." Nyra bit back. Daemon seemed taken aback by her words and glanced at Daena.

Daena gave her father a pointed look and decided she had enough. She turned away from all of them and walked away, ignoring her father's calls. She walked and walked until she saw the big bronze beast lying on one of the cliffs near the castle.

She walked up to him and started caressing his scaly face. He opened his big amber eyes and looked at her. He could sense she was upset so he pushed her lightly with his big snout. It was his way of comforting her.

"Jaelan naejot sōvegon. Jaelan naejot nārhēdegon se ōdres isse ñuha prūmia. Gūrogon nyke qrīdrughagon, kostilus." (I want to fly. I want to forget the pain in my heart. Take me away, please.) She whispered, her voice cracking. 

He grumbled in response and shook his head, almost like he nodded to show he agreed with her words. She climbed up and chained herself to the saddle. "Soves, Vermithor." (Fly, Vermithor)

He screeched, ran to the end of the cliff, spread his massive tan wings, and dived down. The cold sea wind hit Daena in the face and ruffled her hair. She wasn't sure if the tears in her eyes were from the salty air or the ache in her chest.

King Viserys was in the Small Council chamber, having a private conversation with Lord Lyonel.  They talked about Viserys taking a new wife and how Lady Laena was the best choice. Then, the door opened.

Ser Steffon Darklyn walked in. "Your Grace. Princess Rhaenyra and Princess Daena have returned from Dragonstone." 

"Dragonstone?" Viserys said, confused.

~

The following morning, a meeting was held in the Small Council chamber. Rhaenyra reluctantly went, seeing as she was the Cupbearer. To her surprise, Daena was also invited. The two girls were currently making their way to the chamber. 

Rhaenyra wore a pretty, golden-colored dress, in honor of her dragon Syrax. Daena wore a short-sleeved, copper-colored dress with scale-like embellishments made of thin bronze strings going across the chest and shoulders. The front of her hair was pulled back in a braid, while the rest flowed freely like a river of silver. 

They walked into the chamber and His Grace and Ser Otto were already there. What surprised Daena was that Alicent was also there, standing next to her father. This only cemented the fact that what the Strong sisters told her was correct. 

Daena's mind swirled with thoughts but was pulled out of them by Rhaenyra's voice. "Daena, come here." 

She walked over to Nyra who was standing on the side, in front of the serving table which was covered with bowls of fruit, goblets, and wine. The doors opened and the rest of the Small Council walked in.

"Good morrow, my lords." His Grace greeted the people present and walked closer to the table. "I have decided to take a new wife." 

Daena noticed how Lord Corlys perched up in his seat at those words and a smirk appeared on his face. If what Daena thought was correct, the Sea Snake was about to experience a massive disappointment. She prayed to all the gods above that she was wrong. "Please choose Laena, please!" She screamed internally. 

His Grace looked at Rhaenyra who gave him an encouraging smile. Daena knew the smile was fake and that Nyra was seething inside. After hearing the rumors, Nyra was rightfully shocked and in denial.

Nyra denied it at first, saying that Alicent would never lie to her like that. Daena pointed out to her that this was a calculated move by the Hand to put his blood on the Throne and make House Hightower more powerful.

"I intend to marry...the Lady Alicent Hightower, before spring's end." His Grace revealed. 

Daena couldn't help but sigh softly and close her eyes in disappointment. She shook her head, both her mind and body disapproving of the choice. She looked up at Rhaenyra whose entire face fell - her violet eyes were full of hurt and betrayal. Alicent looked mortified and started picking at her nails and a look of guilt washed over her face. 

On the contrary, Ser Otto never looked happier. Daena couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she jumped across the table and started choking him with those stupid chains around his neck. She wished her father was here, he would easily chop that snake's head off with Dark Sister. 

"This is an absurdity. My House is Valyrian, the greatest power in the realm." Lord Corlys stated, his voice filled with anger. He stormed out of the chamber in a fury. 

Nyra's lip trembled and her eyes welled up with tears. "Rhaenyra." His Grace called out to her but she didn't respond. She quickly walked out of the chamber.

"Daena." His Grace called to his niece. She didn't realize that this whole time she was staring angrily at Alicent and Otto. Her uncle's voice pulled her back to reality. She gave him a look of disappointment and shook her head.

For a moment, Alicent thought Daena would truly spit fire upon her with how intense she was looking at them. 

At that moment she looked like the human embodiment of the Bronze Fury - her lilac eyes were filled with the fire of injustice and betrayal, and her copper dress flowed behind her like wings as she stormed out of the room. 

***

We finally meet the Strong sisters! They are going to be important characters and will become close allies of Daena/Rhaenyra. As we can see Daena is pissed about Uncle Vizzy choosing Alicent.

The next chapter will introduce our favorite man, Breakbones, can't wait for him to finally be in the story, it only took me 9 chapters lol

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Dear Motherhood Series Masterlist

Baby Blues

So Soon

Did You Like Them?

Duties

1 Step Forward, 3 Steps Back

Why Me?

Eyes Never Lie

Little Girl

[deesdressup]

Groups of ASOIAF The Four-Headed Beast - Samantha Stokeworth - Elissa Farman - Rhaena Targaryen - Alayne Royce Saera Targaryen and her Favourites - Alys "Sweetberry" Turnberry - Perianne "Pretty Peri" Moore Four Storms (Daughters of Boros Baratheon) - Cassandra - Maris - Ellyn - Floris The Three Jeynes - Jeyne Merryweather - Jeyne Mooton - Jeyne Smallwood The Three Widows - Samantha Hightower (née Tarly) - Johanna Lannister (née Westerling) - Elenda Baratheon (née Caron) Headcanons for the 6 unnamed daughters of Rhaena Targaryen and Garmund Hightower - Rhaenys: The eldest, learned and valued academics, married to Baela and Alyn's second child (presumably a son) and became the Lady of Driftmark - Leyla: A lover of fine silk and jewellery, moved to Pentos to marry the Prince of Pentos - Valaena: Twins with Dalaena, married to Cregan Stark's son Rickon - Dalaena: Twins with Valaena, married to a son of Joffery Arryn - Annelie: Hot headed, tried for years to hatch her own dragon but mainly took care of Morning, captain of her own ship The Sea Wing - Jocelyn: The youngest, married to a brother of Patricia Redwyne

[atopvisenyashill]

no they don’t altho now that you say margaery i kind of love that. i think there’s some crossover between the reach & valyrian names (mostly imo more religious ones) bc we have reachers w names like aemon, aegon, and baelor, so i’ve figured names with lots of a’s and e’s like-

rhaella

aelinor

leyla

denyse

alysanne

aelora

aerea

and alyssa for the funny aspect (daemon’s hightower grandchild being named after his beloved mother)

do rhaena and garmunds six daughters have canon names

[kyuremking]

Hightower Sigil - Ser Jon Cupps

Husband of Leyla Hightower

For those with eagle eyes, you will notice that this sigil is an inverted and "degraded" version of the sigil of House Costayne.

I would say that Cupps is a very minor house sworn to the Costaynes who at the same time are vassals of the Hightowers.

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The Pearls of The Realm

Leyla Rowan ~ The Pearl of The Reach The Pearls of The Realm are known as the most beautiful, gracious, and kind, eligible maidens from each region of The Seven Kingdoms. Equal parts a lovely friend, enviable peer, and romantic match many a young heir and knight would ride to defend, Pearls are considered the embodiment of everything a Lady should be, and serve as shining examples for all those around them to strive for much and more in everything they do.

Leyla is an open and highly wanted character on the site, along with several other connections from House Rowan, she is especially wanted by her eldest sister, Lady-Regent Clarice Tyrell, as well as by Penny Greyjoy, Ser Garmund Hightower, Lady Ellyn Baratheon, Prince Joffrey, Lady Cerelle Lannister, and Joss Westerling home — wanted — navigate — apply — discord

[rainwingmarvel7]

Basic Elinor Hightower (ATRF) Lore

Born: 281 AC, Oldtown

Parents: Leyton Hightower and Rhea Florent

Siblings: Baelor, Malora, Alerie, Garth, Denyse, Leyla, Alysanne, Lynesse, Gunthor, and Humfrey Hightower

Love Interest(s): Gendry Baratheon (husband)

Children: Edric, Davos, Borros, and Rhea Baratheon (w/Gendry)

Titles: Head Handmaiden of Lady Nadya Dormaire (formerly), Lady of Storm’s End

Weapon(s): N/A

Face Claim: Phoebe Dynevor