A Song of Sorrow and Guilt~ HOTD
For @flannelsandfatcats
⚠️Descriptions of stillbirth⚠️
It was imperfect; her enemies would jeer ‘diluted’, ‘tainted’, - ‘bastard’, but it was a dragon’s brood through and through. By the blood of Old Valyria, of Jaeherys, of her father Viserys. Of her blood. The blood of dragons. The dark hair of her two beloved sons did not make them any less Targaryen; they were the sons of dragons, not just by her ancestry but the blessing of Syrax and the dragons before her.
Rhaenyra remembered the day she presented her firstborn to her dragon. Hobbling from afterbirth, red-faced, sweat dripping from her temples, Rhaenyra had raised little Jacaerys to the amber gaze of Syrax, speaking low and soothingly in the old, lilting language. Syrax had made a low crooning, rumbling sound, much like a purr from deep within her throat at the sight of the babe. Then she bent down and oh-so-delicately pressed her muzzle and maw against the top of his head, the gesture of a dragon’s kiss. A kiss from a god, a blessing for a future king.
Rhaenyra did the same for Lucerys, for Joffrey, and she presented both Aegon and Viserys in the presence of her new husband. Daemon’s pride shown the moment Syrax and Caraxes both acknowledged his sons as sons and princes of dragons. In fact, Rhaenyra had never seen him more proud.
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OMG ILYSM this was so visceral, your writing is unreal































