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𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: taming the dragon, embracing the wolf

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: aemond targaryen x oc x rhaenyra targaryen

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3k

I have so much planned for this story <3 With Love, Sofia

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 | 𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝘕𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘴.

Aenys Targaryen was just a small child, too young to be able to remember everything that had happened during the dance and what he remembered brought pain to his soul; His muffled cries when his parents argued, their threats to kill the opposing families to put an end to the war that was about to break out; His screams shrilled as Daenys fled with her son from King's Landing and joined Rhaenyra in Dragonstone.

Aenys was happy for a while in Dragonstone, the little child had the company of his cousins Aegon and Viserys, the three were very close in age to each other. But when Viserys was taken from Dragonstone and Aegon was gone for a while, Aenys felt alone again, remembering that this was not a world of stories and wooden toys but of mourning and bitter pain. He was alone, Aenys didn't really know anyone in Dragonstone, who he knew had already died or fled far away, and his mother, more loyal to Rhaenyra than to herself, remained in Dragonstone planning attacks and decimating armies, the few that existed at the end of the Dance.

Many northerners couldn't resist their curiosity and asked him: "How did your parents die?" Forgetting that they were asking that to a little child who hadn't even reached his fifth Name Day. And if Aenys was really sincere, he wouldn't know how to answer, there were many versions of what had happened, theories and lies were spread about that day and he wasn't there to know what happened.

Aenys only knows that Daenys Stark and Aemond Targaryen died on the same day and in the same place, their deceased bodies having been found next to each other. The only thing he is sure of is that Cregan took revenge on what was left of the Greens for that.

Now, twenty years have passed, everyone has grown up. The babies and children that were there during the Dance were now adults, adults condemned to suffer from sadness for the rest of their lives.

Now older, Aenys doesn't remember what his parents looked like, the memories of their faces were too blurry for him to remember, and what he remembers is the portraits covered with thick cloths and hidden in one of the halls in the Red Keep. Did Aemond and Daenys also witness their memories of their favourite people blur and fly away when they lost their loved ones in the Dance of the Dragons?

"My mother?" Aenys is taken aback by what Cregan Stark said, the man who took him with him to the North at Daenys' request, days before she died. It was as if she already knew what was going to happen.

"Yes, The Queen of the North was an extraordinary woman, what was extraordinary was her claw and strength and above all devotion, towards her Queen..." Cregan sits on a chair facing his nephew and soon, his son-in-law "Your mother was an unrepentant sinner and believe me, I know it well" Cregan's lips twitch in what would turn out to be a brief smile, perhaps memories of what he had gone through with Daenys Stark.

"Do you still remember her?"

This question somehow leaves Aenys helpless. He didn't remember his own mother as clearly as he did when he was a child, but he wanted to. After all, it was difficult when his parents were considered monsters throughout Westeros. Talking about Daenys Stark or Aemond Targaryen was almost a crime in those times, even after almost two decades had passed.

"Tell me about my parents, both of them" Aenys demands to Cregan, his voice not showing malice but rather a certain rigidity, the result of so many years of Cregan hushing up the lives of Daenys and Aemond from their own son "I want the whole truth. It's time for me to know. How can I defend my own deceased parents from the people's speeches if I don't even know what they were like?"

"Because none of them deserve someone to defend them" Cregan's eyes hardened at the words leaving his mouth.

"But you said-" Aenys is quickly silenced by Cregan who raises his voice.

"Nys, your mother was a great person but that doesn't mean her actions were. When she was tested she crossed the line and many times she did that and we paid for it even more" The Lord of Winterfell's eyes go to a portrait, the portrait of Bennard Stark, Daenys' cousin and Cregan's uncle although the two shared almost the same age "We all paid, even the people who most wanted peace"

"Do you want the naked truth, Nys?" Cregan's question hovers in the air and even without an answer he continues "Wherever they are now they know they are burning for their sins. Daenys murdered children in front of their parents, and Aemond burned people alive while he laughed uncontrollably over Vhagar while people screamed and begged for mercy... Let's just hope the apple falls far from the tree, right?"

"I'm not like my parents!" Aenys almost screams at Cregan "I am incapable of committing such acts!"

"No Aenys, thank the Gods"

𝟗𝟗 𝐀𝐂

During the darkest and coldest winter night the North had ever experienced, the young Princess Rhaenys Targaryen had gone into labor, stifling and hiding her cries of pain behind the doors of her chambers at Winterfell, praying that no one noticed. Because deep down, only one thing made her afraid, the fear of losing everything. The throne, the unborn child, or even herself.

She was in a place little known to her, the cold North, where she went after marrying the young Lord Ellard Stark. Ellard, unlike many other Lords, saw his wife for who she really was and not as another possession of his. He was sweet and kind to her, treating the Princess like the Queen she would be. Around the Seven Kingdoms it was said that the union between them had been made by the Gods. Ellard Stark, the Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, and the young Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne. A true union of Ice and Fire. Perfect for each other, just like the love they both had, until it was destroyed and devastated with a tragic end.

Rhaenys's husband had died in a stupid battle, sharing the same end as her father, Prince Aemon Targaryen. And the young Princess witnessed the grief again.

And now there she was, scared and in pure pain, far from home and the embrace of her beloved family. She was just a young girl whose childhood could never be recovered, slipping from her slender fingers as soon as they placed her as heir to the throne.

Rhaenys Targaryen was just a lost daughter and a wife, now a young widow and in pure grief, calculating every word, every laugh and every frown, with dreams bigger than Westeros and a red dragon she bonded with as a child, after her aunt's death.

Deep down what she really was, was a child, a child who was caged in a cage of duty to the Seven Kingdoms, but on that cold night of the freezing Northern winter, Rhaenys was no longer a child who had been hurt and would run to her mother for comfort.

That night Rhaenys' future would depend on herself but above all on the child she was about to bring into the world.

A boy, a future Prince and as the years passed, he would become the future King, following in her place. It was everything Rhaenys wanted. A boy, a child who would secure the throne for his mother and future generations.

The Princess didn't even think about the option of the child in her womb being a girl, not when she prayed so much to the Old Gods and The New for a boy to be born. She didn't want her first born child to be a girl, Rhaenys didn't want what happened to her all these years to happen to her daughter in the future.

However, that night there was that young girl who carried the title of greatness before those lands, accompanied by the midwives who found her and heard her pleading cries, no matter how much she tried to stifle them. Women who, although they were nice to Rhaenys, she couldn't help but feel the coldness they conveyed towards her. Reminding her that she was only in the lands of the North because of what was in her womb, even though the child would eventually hold the throne of the Seven Kingdoms, the northerners didn't care much, the only thing that mattered to them was that in the blood of that baby runs northern blood and that says a lot.

"It's a girl!" She seems to hear one of the midwives say in a tone of pure joy to the others.

How could anyone be happy with news like that? Rhaenys must have certainly misheard, the labor pains were still taking effect on the Princess's body. This is until the same midwife who was carrying the baby in her arms approaches the Princess, before she can speak the Princess speaks over her.

"The future King of Westeros, my dear son..." Rhaenys contains the rest of the sentence in her mouth when she notices the confusion on the midwives' faces.

"Or the future Queen, my Princess" The midwife gently rocks the baby in her arms "she's a girl"

She. A girl. Tears of despair and anger form in Rhaenys Targaryen's unnerved eyes as soon as she hears the news, these same tears quickly fall from the Princess's face as she looks at the newborn baby in front of her. Small strands of black hair filled the small, fragile baby's head. Black hair, like both of her parents, but this was a disappointment for Rhaenys as she expected her child to have a Valyrian appearance like her ancestors. But the child she had given birth that night was a girl and her little strands of hair were dark.

"Leave..." The Princess says to the midwives, her voice hoarse and weak from the long hours of labor "And take her with you" Tears run down Rhaenys' already wet face.

"As you wish, Princess" The midwives bow before her before hurriedly leaving the Princess's quarters and wrapping the little baby in blankets to protect her from the cold of that night.

"The baby must be cold... or hungry" One of the midwives says watching the little newborn baby crying as the three women walk through the halls of Winterfell "Should we go back to the Princess's chambers?"

"Didn't you see the disgust on the Princess' face? She doesn't want this child" The other midwife exclaims "Targaryen women suffer a lot during births and many of their babies are stillborn, shouldn't Princess Rhaenys be grateful for this healthy child? "

"Not when the throne is in question" The midwife who was between the two and was carrying the little baby in her arms finally speaks "It was a boy she wanted"

The cold didn't stop that night, snowing more than usual, the direwolves howled through the forests until they were heard in Winterfell. The sounds of the North were heard so that everyone knew.

The midwife carrying the baby drops her chin slightly to look at her "The direwolves howl in your honor..." She then looks at the other midwives "Today a Targaryen was not born in the North but a Stark"

"Why are you saying that?" A young boy asks, his tone showing curiosity, he is a few steps behind them, peeking around the corner of the cold stone wall.

"The Old Gods decided so, their decision is everywhere to be seen" The midwife says "May I introduce you to your cousin, she is a girl"

"Does she already have a name?" He asks, as soon as he notices the midwives' silence excitement fills in him "Can I give her a name?"

"Rickon, I don't think that's how it works.." The midwife tells her.

"Why not?" He asks before being interrupted by his father.

"Because adults are the ones who give names, not children." Benjen Stark, the Lord of Winterfell after his brother's death, appears in the shadows of the corridors, his heavy wolfskin coat dragging along the floor.

"I'm not a child! In four full moons it will be my thirteenth name day" Rickon crosses his arms, a habit he picked up from his father when he was upset by something.

"Princess Rhaenys will name her child" Benjen approaches the baby in the midwife's arms "When it's your turn to be a father, you can choose the baby's name"

"What is it?" The Lord asks the midwife.

"The midwife said the baby is a girl" Rickon tells his father.

"Can I?" Benjen asks, holding out his arms for the midwife to hand him the baby.

"Of course, my Lord" She hands him the baby and then bows to him, as a sign of respect.

"You are dismissed for today" Benjen says to them "And you, my little winter whirlwind, you are going to be dismissed too" He says to his son.

"What did I do to get dismissed?" Rickon asks, lightly scratching the bridge of his nose.

"Nothing, but I will speak to Princess Rhaenys and it is appropriate that it is just the two of us" He says "Kingdom Affairs"

It didn't take long for Rickon to give up on his persistence to go with his father. Benjen had convinced him well and Rickon was never the boy to be interested in matters involving small councils, endless meetings and matters involving treaties, on the contrary, the little boy's attention was always focused on hunting and fighting. Benjen knew that his son would be a prodigy and a pride for the Stark house when he could enter the tournaments, especially those in King's Landing.

The large wooden doors of the Princess's rooms were closed, just as they had been all those long months after her husband's death, hiding from the cold and people. But today would no longer be another day and those long months of hiding would come to an end, as soon as the doors to the rooms opened.

"I don't want you here" Rhaenys warns, her voice stern and full of contempt.

"Winterfell is mine after all and I can do whatever I want in my castle, including opening doors" Benjen walks into the room, and in his arms was the little baby that had been born in that same room "You know, my brother loved you endlessly"

"And I loved him just the same" Rhaenys says, her white nightgown was in some parts an almost transparent shade after endless hours of birth, her dress and legs were also dyed red with the blood.

"And why don't you love your child, the fruit of your never-ending love, in the same way?" The Lord asks her, who prefers to remain silent "she is a girl, is that why you don't want her?"

"You, a simple Lord, do not understand" Rhaenys adjusts herself on the bed and corrects her posture, remembering who she was and who Benjen was.

"I may not understand or I may, I still know how the old-fashioned way of the line of succession works, you needed a boy"

"I wanted a boy" Benjen observes the words coming from the Princess's mouth, her voice was like a whip, pushing away anyone who tried to get close or know the reality, harsh and cold Rhaenys had become, she exclaimed that the North had made her like this but anyone who really knew her knew that it was the throne that had this effect on her.

"You wanted what was convenient for you and for the throne" He says, observing Rhaenys swallowing hard "Aren't you going to give her a name?"

"I don't have a name for her" Rhaenys says, the Lord could see that she was really telling the truth and being sincere in that moment "You can name her"

Benjen pauses for a moment, his only focus being his little niece in front of him, her small body stained lightly with blood from being born mere hours ago. When the Lord looked at the little girl he saw his late brother, her small strands of hair were dark as the night just like her eyes that once reminded him of his brother's.

"She looks like a Stark" He says and Rhaenys agrees, shaking her head.

"Just like Ellard" She says "She doesn't look anything like a Targaryen"

"That's why she will have to be named after one" Benjen looks at Rhaenys "There has to be balance"

"Come on, what will you name your niece?" The Princess asks him, encouraging him.

"I will name you after the best Targaryen woman who ever lived" He says to the baby "Your name will be Visenya, like the Conqueror"

"That name is cursed" Rhaenys says "She is cursed enough, poor baby, a girl"

"Then... She will be named after the woman who saved the Targaryens from The Doom" Benjen says finally "You will be called Daenys, Daenys Stark of Winterfell, daughter of a Princess and an honorable Lord of the North and you will be Queen of Seven Kingdoms"

"I don't think that will happen" Rhaenys says more to herself than anything else "Neither she nor I will be Queens of Westeros"

"If you were a boy you would be King, but you, my sweet Daenys, shall be my Lady of Winterfell and inherit everything that was ever rightfully yours and your late father's."

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐀𝐂

"I always wondered if you would still come to visit me this year, my sweet granddaughter"

As the years passed, Good Queen Alysanne aged, her face was wrinkled but nothing could take away her beauty, inside she still remained young despite being sixty-four years old. She now spent her days in Dragonstone, waiting for her husband, King Jaehaerys, who would come to her as soon as he could. Alysanne no longer flew in Silverwing, now the dragon spent her days in the meadows and flew whenever she felt like it.

"Of course I would come, grandmother" Rhaenys advances into the Queen's chambers, carrying little Daenys in her arms and a baby in her womb, the result of her recent marriage to her new husband, Lord Corlys Velaryon.

"How's King's Landing?" The Queen asks her granddaughter, while placing her great-granddaughter on her lap "I've heard the news, my husband and your grandsire, the King, want to proceed with the Great Council's decision" Rhaenys sighs deeply as she combs her black hair with her delicate fingers.

"Do you think I have any chance of winning the Great Council with Viserys being the second in line?" She asks Alysanne, who looks at her somewhat confused.

"My sweet girl, you are my son's daughter, Aemon was first in the line of succession and so you will too"

"I have a daughter as my firstborn child, the grandsire will never accept me as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms" Rhaenys tells her.

"Just like Viserys, remember he has Rhaenyra" Alysanne responds "You are both equal except for the fact that you come ahead in the line of succession"

"My Queen and grandmother, you don't understand..." Rhaenys rubs her two hands together, a way of relieving the anxiety that was causing her just thinking about the subject "He's a man, he will be able to take the throne from me"

"Enough talking about matters of the Kingdom and men, do you want tea my dear?" Alysanne asks her granddaughter while serving herself a delicious tea, and Rhaenys nods to her grandmother's proposal regarding tea "How are the dragons?" Rhaenys smiles as she remembers the love and admiration Alysanne had for the beings that inhabited the Dragonpit.

"Well Dreamfyre laid another dozen eggs, let's hope they hatch"

"Did my great-granddaughter's egg hatch?" Alysanne asks, lowering her gaze to observe Daenys.

"Unfortunately no, the egg we placed in Daenys' crib never hatched" Rhaenys says and Alysanne holds her granddaughter's hands, reassuring her.

"Silverwing will love her, I just know it"

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