Summary: Daemon, Ellysa, and Viserys were not that far apart in age. As children they were often seen playing together. There was hardly a moment they were seen apart. Even as they got older, they remained close, there were often rumors that perhaps they were too close. Everything changed when the heirs of King Jaehaerys died, and Viserys was chosen to succeed him. Shortly after his passing, Viserys became king. Their lives were peaceful until Aemma, Viserys’ wife, died during childbirth. With the king in mourning and without a male heir he is vulnerable to those around him who seek power. Can his younger brother and sister save him from the snakes within his court?
Warnings: Childbirth, death, swearing.
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Inside the chambers of princess Ellysa, she is laying down on her couch. She is leaning against her brother Daemon with a book in hand. While she is reading, her brother is running his fingers through her hair. Neither of them speaks, there is no awkwardness or tension between them. Both seem to enjoy the others company. Their peace is soon interrupted by a knock on the door. Before either of them can speak, their elder brother Viserys enters. They both look and nod at him in acknowledgement, he merely shakes his head at them. The three of them have always been close, but he’s always felt his younger siblings were closer, especially lately. “We are not children anymore. It is not appropriate for you two to be alone together without a chaperon. People will start to talk.”
“Let them talk. We are betrothed now, soon to be married.” Daemon states.
“The betrothal is not official yet Daemon.” Ellysa reminds him. He merely scoffs at this. Ellysa ignores it and turns to Viserys. “And you dear brother have no room to talk. I seem to recall some months ago you snuck into my room in the dead of night to speak to me.”
Daemon gasps in feign shock. “Absolutely scandalous.” While Ellysa laughs at her brother’s antics, Viserys merely stares out at the large window. Both younger siblings notice this and turn to each other with confused expressions.
“What is it brother?” Ellysa asks. It takes Viserys a moment to answer her.
“A vote has been casted; we are to go to Harrenhal for the announcement.” Viserys answers without looking at either of them.
Viserys finally turns his head from the window to look at his younger siblings. “It’s rumored the most likely candidates for the crown are me, and our cousin Rhaenys.” Neither Daemon nor Ellysa speak, they are not sure what to say to that. “Rhaenys is the most likely choice, right? I mean, of the two of us she’s the one better suited.” Viserys continues, looking to his siblings to agree with him. They don’t say anything at first. Then, with the help of her brother, Ellysa stands and steps closer to Viserys.
“You are right brother; our cousin is the better choice.” Ellysa places a comforting hand on her older brother’s cheek. “But the lords of this realm will not choose her to rule. And I think you know that.” Viserys takes a step back from his sister and turns away from her.
“I do not want it. I do not want the burden.” Viserys firmly states.
“Burden? You’d be king of the Seven Kingdoms. The most powerful man in the realm.” Daemon says, but his brother does not respond. He looks over at his sister, not understanding Viserys dilemma. She waves him off and moves to stand in front of her older brother, placing both her hands on his cheeks to ensure he is looking at her.
“The best rulers are often those who do not wish to rule.” Viserys leans into her touch. “You will have Aemma at your side to keep you balanced and focused. And you will have us to ensure you don’t fuck up.” Viserys chuckles at this and pulls his sister into a tight embrace. A moment later Daemon joins them.
“You’ve nothing to worry about brother.” Daemon adds.
The next day they sailed out to Harrenhal to hear the final vote. As predicted Viserys won. A month later King Jaehaerys passed in his sleep. After the funeral pyre was lit, and his ashes were interred at the Great Sept of Baelor. Viserys was crowned king. His wife gave birth to their first child, Rhaenyra, and not long after both Ellysa and Daemon were married. Not long after, Ellysa gave birth to twin boys.
Viserys reign so far has been a peaceful one. He is loved by the people of King’s Landing and respected by his council. But ten years into his reign, he is yet to have a male heir. One son died in the cradle, two were stillbirths, and two were miscarriages. Rhaenyra is his only child, and his council grows anxious. Until Aemma gives birth to a son, Daemon is his heir, and his council, especially his Hand, is weary of his younger brother.
In the clouds above Kings Landing, Rhaenyra and her two cousins, Taegarys and Taemond, are flying their dragons. They wanted to go flying to get some fresh air and escape the Red Keep. They flew above the clouds of Kings Landing until it was time for Rhaenyra to return. There is to be a council meeting today, and she is the cup bearer. The twins had decided it would be fun to race back, so far Rhaenyra is in the lead. They fly overhead as the people of Kings Landing walk the streets.
Syrax eventually lands in some dirt by the dragonpit followed by Taegarys and Taemond. Three Dragonkeepers approach. The older one holds his spear out to prevent the younger ones from getting too close. “Dohaeras, Syrax, Grey Ghost, Saphira.” (Serve) The older Dragonkeeper nods at the younger ones.
“Umbas. Rybas.” (Wait. Focus) One of the younger Dragonkeepers instructs.
Rhaenyra, Taegarys, and Taemond hop off their dragons and pet their necks before leaving them to the Dragonkeepers. “Welcome back your royal highnesses.” They look over to see Ser Harrold Westerling nearby on horseback. “I trust the ride was pleasant.”
“Try not to look too relieved, ser.” Rhaenyra responds.
“I am relieved. Every time that those beasts bring you back unspoiled, it saves my head from a spike.” Ser Harrold retorts.
“Come now Ser Harrold.” Taemond speaks up.
“We’d never allow anyone to place your head on a spike.” Taegarys finishes.
Ser Harrold does not respond to the twins; he merely smiles and shakes his head at them. They all approach a carriage where Alicent Hightower is standing. As soon as Taegarys sees her, he immediately runs over to her. “Lady Alicent, as always you are a sight to behold. Tell me when will you come flying with me. Grey Ghost is big enough to saddle two.” He asks flirtatiously, he’s had a crush on the young girl since he was twelve years of age.
“I believe I’m quite content as a spectator, thank you.” Alicent responds.
“Dohaeras. Naejot.” (Serve. Forward) One of the other younger Dragonkeepers instructs. They lead the dragons into the Dragonpit. While Taegarys helps Alicent into the carriage, Taemond helps Rhaenyra. They leave the Dragonpit and ride into the city, eventually arriving at the Red Keep. When they arrive at the courtyard, Alicent and Rhaenyra head off towards the Queen’s room, while the twins head off to the council room to wait for their mother.
Inside the small council chamber, King Viserys sits at the head of the small council eating a boiled egg. His sister Ellysa sits beside him, heavily pregnant. “So, I said to him, ‘Well, I believe you might be looking up the wrong end.’” The members of the small council laugh, except for Corlys Velaryon, who has a serious expression on his face.
“My lords. The growing alliance among the Free Cities has taken to styling itself ‘the Triarchy.’” He stands up and unrolls a map of the Stepstones onto the table. “They have massed on Bloodstone and are presently ridding the Stepstones of its pirate infestation.”
“Well, that sounds suspiciously like good news, Lord Corlys.” Viserys comments.
“A man called Craghas Drahar has styled himself the prince admiral of this Triarchy. They call him ‘The Crabfeeder’ due to his inventive methods of punishing his enemies.” The small council doors open and Rhaenyra rushes into the room.
“And are we meant to weep for dead pirates?” Viserys questions.
“No, your grace.” Before Corlys can continue, Viserys turns his attention to his daughter.
“Rhaenyra, you’re late. The King’s cupbearer must not be late. Leaves people wanting for cups.” He lectures Rhaenyra.
“I was visiting mother.” Rhaenyra explains as she kisses his cheek. She attempts to walk away to greet her aunt next, but Viserys stops her. He sniffs at her and immediately smells her dragon on her.
“On dragonback?” Viserys question. She simply smiles at her father and turns towards her aunt, but she is stopped before she can approach.
“If you love your aunt, you will not approach me in my condition smelling of dragon.” Ellysa tells Rhaenyra. She smiles in acknowledgment and prepares some wine. She then begins serving the members of the small council.
“Your Grace, at Prince Daemon’s urging, the crown has invested significant capital in the retraining and re-equipping of his City Watch. While I’m sure princess Ellysa is fully capable, I thought you might urge your brother to fill his seat on the council and provide an assessment of his progress as commander of the Watch.” Lyman announces. Viserys turns to his sister to see if she can offer up an explanation in place of their brother.
“While I cannot provide you a proper assessment my lord, I can tell you that my husband’s investment was worth every coin the crown spent. When Daemon first took command of the Watch, they lacked proper leadership. They were starving and undisciplined.” She turns to her brother. “Now they are proper knights, worthy of the crown. I’ve seen firsthand how Daemon has transformed the City Watch your Grace. If you were to see them now, I promise you, you wouldn’t be disappointed.” He smiles at his sister and takes hold of her hand and then turns to Lyman to address him.
“You see Lord Beesbury, your gold is well invested.” Lord Lyman Beesbury does not respond, he merely smiles at Viserys.
“I would urge that you not allow this Triarchy much latitude in the Stepstones, your Grace. If those shipping lanes should fall, it will beggar our ports.” Corlys speaks up.
“The crown has heard your report, Lord Corlys, and takes it under advisement.” The king’s Hand, Otto, speaks. No one else says anything and Lord Corlys concedes. “Shall we discuss the Heir’s Tournament, your Grace?”
“I would be delighted. Will the maester’s name day prediction hold, Mellos?” Viserys asks the Maester.
“You must understand that these things are mere estimations, my King, but we have all been poring over the moon charts, and we feel our forecast is as accurate as can be.” Maester Mellos responds as Rhaenyra makes her way to Corlys to refill his cup, he holds out his hand to stop her from pouring him wine.
“The cost of the tournament is not negligible. Perhaps we might delay until the child is in hand.” Lord Lyman Beesbury suggests.
“Most of the lords and knights are certainly on their way to King’s Landing already. To turn them back now…” Lord Lyonel Strong starts.
“The tourney will take the better part of a week. Before the games are over, my son will be born, and the whole realm will celebrate.” Viserys cuts in.
“We have no way of predicting the sex of the child.” Maester Mellos reminds the king.
“Of course, no maester’s capable of rendering an opinion free of conditions, are they now? There’s a boy in the Queen’s belly. I know it. And my heir will soon put all of this damnable hand wringing to rest himself.” The small council remains silent. After another moment of silence, Viserys dismisses everyone, except his sister.
“And what do you think of all this sister? Do you believe the child in Aemma’s womb is a boy?” Viserys asks.
“I hope for your wife’s sake it is. After everything she’s been through, I don’t think she would survive another pregnancy.” Ellysa answers honestly.
“She said something similar this morning. And how are you sister? I know this pregnancy was rather unexpected, given what the maester’s said after your previous pregnancy.”
“When they told me I might not have any more children due to the complications, I didn’t believe him at first, but as the years passed, I slowly began to believe I wouldn’t be able to bare anymore children. And then…” She rubs her pregnant belly, and Viserys can’t help but smile. He places a hand over her belly.
“What do think it’ll be this time?” He questions.
“I’ve already given Daemon two sons, so it doesn’t matter to me, so long as it’s healthy.” Viserys smile widens; he then stands and holds out his arm to assist his sister.
“Come, I’m sure your exhausted.” She nods in agreement and uses his outstretched arm to lift herself up. She wraps her arm around his and they walk out of the council room where her sons are waiting for her.
“We thought we’d walk you back to your chambers mother.” Taegarys speaks.
“That’s sweet of you.” She’s about to walk towards them when she notices their riding gear. “You flew on dragonback with your cousin, didn’t you?” The twins nod their heads yes. “You’ll have to walk ahead of me; I’ll not get sick in the hallways for everyone to see.”
“Yes mother.” Both twins respond. They turn around and walk ahead, while Ellysa faces her brother.
“You should go check on your wife, I’ll see you tomorrow.” They kiss each other on the cheek and go their separate ways.
Later that evening Ellysa called for a bath to help her relax. As she’s sitting in a steaming hot tub, one of the servants is washing her hair. She has her head leaned back with her eyes closed, enjoying peace and quiet. “Are you sure it’s alright for the water to be this hot, the maester says…”
“Fuck the maester.” Ellysa interrupts the servant. “He knows nothing of dragons or giving birth to one.” The servant apologizes and continues washing the princess’ hair. Regretting the way she’s spoken with the servant, she turns slightly towards her and takes hold of her chin gently so that she can look at her. “I’m sorry, sometimes the maester’s get on my nerves. While they are knowledgeable about pregnancies, they don’t know everything.”
“I understand princess, I was just worried about how hot the water is. I’ve heard dragons prefer heat, but that water is scolding. Does it not bother you?” The servant asks. Ellysa smiles in amusement at her question. She then runs her fingers down her cheek; the servant is stunned by this but does not move away. Distracted, neither of them realizes that Rhaenyra has just walked in.
“Do you know how we command our dragons?” Ellysa asks, wanting to see how this turns out, Rhaenyra chooses not to make herself known just yet.
“You bond and train with them, at least that’s what I’ve heard.” The servant answers.
“That’s part of it, but do you know how we are able to do all that without getting burned by them?” Ellysa asks again and the servant shakes her head no.
“Blood magic, it somehow altered our blood and created a magical link with dragons. It’s why we marry within our family. To keep the bloodline pure and enhance the magical abilities so that we may continue to command our dragons. And because they are immune to heat…”
“So is your family.” The servant finishes.
“Somewhat, not everyone has this ability. My husband for example, if he were to join me now, he’d jump out of his skin with how hot the water is.”
“Don’t let him hear you say that.” Rhaenyra finally speaks up. The servant gets startled and jumps up and away from Ellysa.
“Niece, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Ellysa asks unbothered.
“I thought I’d check in on you too. It’s said you and my mother may give birth at the same time.” She answers.
“You can leave us; my niece will finish helping me.” Ellysa tells the servant. She nods her head and bows to both her and Rhaenyra. As she exits the room, Rhaenyra approaches her aunt, and grabs hold of the pitcher.
“Lean slightly forward with your head tilted back.” Rhaenyra instructs so she can rinse out her aunt’s hair. “I heard you and uncle sometimes share lovers, I didn’t think it was true until now.”
“It’s the only way to keep the marriage interesting.” Ellysa comments. Once Rhaenyra finishes rinsing out her hair, she grabs a robe and hold it out for her aunt. “I saw Daemon today; he was sitting on the iron throne.” Ellysa merely hums at this, not surprised. She steps out of the tub and slips into the robe. “I think he’s hoping my mother will give birth to another girl, that way he’ll continue to be my father’s heir.”
“That may be true, but whatever the sex, your uncle will love it just as much as he loves you.” Rhaenyra smiles at this as she helps her aunt sit at the edge of the bed.
“He also gifted me this.” She shows her the Valyrian steel necklace Daemon got for her. Ellysa takes hold of it and inspects it.
“A rare find, it looks lovely on you.” Rhaenyra smiles at her aunt’s compliment. Just then Daemon walks into the room, fully armored with a gold cloak.
“We were just speaking about you.” Ellysa tells her husband.
“Nothing but good things I trust.” Daemon responds.
“I was just showing her my new necklace. I’ll leave you two be.” She kisses her aunt goodbye first, then approaches her uncle to do the same. As soon as she leaves the room Daemon approaches his wife and kisses her passionately. When the kiss ends, he leans his forehead against hers. “Nyke ‘ve missed ao.” (I’ve missed you).
“I’ve missed you too, but I have a feeling I’ll be spending another night alone.” Ellysa leans back slightly to look at her husband.
“I’m taking the City Watch to clean up the streets a bit.” Daemon explains, Ellysa looks at him suspiciously.
“Gaomagon daor stray toli tolmiot valzyrys. Bisa rus jahor sagon mazis aderi.” (Do not stray too far husband. This babe will be coming soon). She says despite knowing there’s something more going on. She’s in no condition to stop him or make him explain further his intentions for tonight.
“Nyke ‘ve daor intention hen missing se sikagon hen ilva miracle rus.” (I have no intention of missing the birth of our miracle baby.) He gives her another kiss and leaves their room.
The next morning another council meeting is called. Shortly after leaving his chambers, Daemon gathered his Watch and went out into the city. He led them into the square where various punishments were dealt. Word of what happened had immediately reached the council. “It was an unprecedented roundup of criminals of every ilk. Your brother made a public show of it, meeting out the summary judgments himself.” Otto recounts to Viserys as they approach the small council chamber. “I’m told they needed a two-horse carts to haul away the resulting dismemberments when it was done.” Otto and Viserys enter the small council chamber.
“Gods be good.” Viserys says, horrified by the news.
“The Prince cannot be allowed to act with this kind of unchecked impunity.” As the pair approach the table, the rest of the small council has already arrived, including Daemon himself. The councilors rise for the King’s entrance.
“Brother.” Daemon greets; he is standing behind his wife with his hands on her shoulders.
“Daemon.” Viserys greets back.
“Carry on. You were saying something about my impunity.”
“You are to explain your doings with the City Watch.” Otto states as he and Viserys place large marbles on plates at their seats.
“Your new ‘gold cloaks’ made quite the impression last night, didn’t they?” Viserys says civilly. He’s aware of the fact that neither his Hand or brother like each other, and how Daemon loves provoking Otto.
“Did they?” Daemon questions, knowing full well the impression his men left. As soon as the King is seated, everyone else follows suit.
“The City Watch is not a sword to be wielded at your whim. They’re an extension of the crown.” Otto continues.
“The Watch was enforcing the crown’s laws. Wouldn’t you agree, Lord Strong?” Daemon questions Lord Strong, who is temporarily caught off guard by the question.
“My Prince, I don’t think-” Lyonel Strong doesn’t get a chance to finish.
“Making a public spectacle of wanton brutality is hardly in line with our laws.” Otto says he is beginning to get frustrated with Daemon.
“Nobles from every corner of the realm are right now descending upon King’s Landing for my brother’s tourney. Do you want them mugged, raped, murdered? You mightn’t know this unless you left the safety of the Red Keep, but much of King’s Landing is seen by the smallfolk as lawless and terrifying. Our city should be safe for all its people.” Daemon explains. Ellysa takes hold of her husband’s hand and rubs her thumb over it.
“I agree. I just hope you don’t have to maim half of my city to achieve this.” Viserys tells his brother.
“Time will tell.” Daemon jokes in response.
“We installed Prince Daemon as commander to promote law and order. The criminal element should fear the City Watch.” Corlys speaks, siding with Daemon.
“Thank you for your support, Lord Corlys.”
“If only the Prince would show the same devotion to his lady wife as he does his work, your Grace, you’ve not been seen in some time. You always leave her to sit in on council meetings in your place, even when she is with child and should be resting.” Daemon and Ellysa, both give him a pointed look, while Viserys looks at him in disbelief. Like his brother, his sister also dislikes Otto, but unlike her husband she pushes those feelings aside during council meetings. But like Daemon she has a temper as well, especially when provoked, and he can already see her leaning slightly forward ready to say something to Otto. Luckly Daemon holds her back, he whispers something in her ear, then looks up to address Otto.
“My wife is more than capable of handling the politics of this council, she’s far better suited for it than I am. I’m sure my brother will agree, she’s likely the smartest person in this room.” Viserys looks over at Otto and nods his head in agreement. “As for her condition, you need not concern yourself with it. She is after all my wife, not yours.”
“Do you miss having a woman to look after my Lord?” Ellysa asks.
“Perhaps you’re in need of a woman to warm your bed. Your own lady wife passed recently.” Otto stands up in anger. “Did she not?” Daemon pushes.
“Otto.” Viserys calls in warning.
“Perhaps you aren’t ready to move on just yet.” Daemon finishes.
“You know how my brother makes sport of provoking you. Must you indulge him.” Otto sits back down.
“My apologies, your Grace.” Otto apologizes.
“This council has at great expense, bettered the City Watch to your exacting standards. Enforce my laws but understand. Any further performances like last night’s will be answered.” Viserys tells Daemon.
“Understood, your Grace.” Daemon kisses the side of his wife’s head and leaves the council room.
“King’s landing has been in decline since my grandmother passed. In the end…this new City Watch might be a good thing.” Viserys comments.
Later that evening Ellysa is sitting up in bed with a book in hand. She’s already read halfway through it. She’s finishing the page she is currently on when the door suddenly opens, and Daemon comes stumbling in. When he sees his wife is still awake, he straightens himself up and shuts the door. As he begins to undress, Ellysa continues to read her book until Daemon suddenly takes it from her hands and tosses it aside. “I was reading that.” She tells him slightly annoyed. He says nothing, he lays down beside her and places his head on her belly. She immediately smells the wine and sex off him and knows exactly where he has been. “How is Mysaria?” She asks as she runs her fingers through his hair.
“She misses you. I think she likes you better than she does me.” This makes Ellysa laugh. “Do you think he would replace me?” Daemon asks. Knowing he is talking about their brother, she answers immediately.
“No, I wouldn’t let him.” Daemon’s eyes begin to grow heavy, and sleep overtakes him. Ellysa looks over to where her husband tossed her book. She considers getting up to grab it but decides against it. She doesn’t want to disturb her husband, and in her condition, it takes too much effort to get up. So, she gets comfortable and waits for sleep to take her.
The next morning the couple is awakened by a knock on the door. “Fucking hell. WHAT?” Daemon shouts while rubbing his head. Feeling the effects of his hangover the moment, he was awakened. Ellysa slowly sits up as the servant from the night before enters the room. “Why the fuck are you disturbing our sleep so early in the morning?!” Daemon continues to shout.
“Forgive me your royal highness.” She looks over at Ellysa. “The Queen’s labors have started; she asks that you attend her.” Daemon and Ellysa look at each other, both confused by the Queen’s request. While it isn’t strange for a female member of a family to be present during a birth, Aemma had never asks her sister-in-law to be present before.
“Alright, I just need to get dressed.” The servant moves to help her, but Daemon steps in front of her to stop her. Seeing his naked form, the servant immediately turns her head away, feeling a flush rush into her cheeks.
“You can leave; I’ll help my wife.” Daemon commands, the servant stumbles over her words until Ellysa jumps in.
“It’s fine.” She speaks as she stands. “Wait for me outside, I’ll be out shortly.” The servant bows and quickly leaves the room. Ellysa then slips out of her night dress and approaches her wardrobe, looking for something simple to wear.
“Why is Aemma suddenly asking you to attend her?” Daemon questions. Meanwhile, Ellysa pulls out a dress from her wardrobe and places it on the bed.
“I’ve no idea, she never once mentioned it whenever we took tea together. I’m just as surprised as you are.” Daemon approaches her and helps her dress. “You think she’s alright?”
“I don’t know.” He begins tying up her dress. “With her history of failed pregnancies, it’s hard to be certain.” Once her dress is on, he walks her to the vanity and starts brushing her hair.
“Since your up you should probably get ready for the tourney, I’m sure you’ve already signed up.” She tells him as he begins braiding her hair.
“First, I need to be rid of this headache.” Ellysa merely smiles in response. Once he finishes with her hair she stands and places a lingering kiss on his cheek.
“I’ll see you after, hopefully we’ll have something to celebrate.” Ellysa comments, she turns to leave the room, but before exiting she turns back. “Drink plenty of water and get something to eat. It’ll help with the headache.” Deamon smiles at her suggestion and she exits the room.
Inside the Queen’s chamber, the midwives have propped her up. One of them is wiping the sweat that has already formed around her face, while the others are giving her words of encouragement. When Ellysa walks in Aemma’s first contraction has just surfaced. The maester encourages her to push. A moment later it passes, but the baby has yet to arrive. “Sister-in-law, please come.” Aemma asks once she notices Ellysa. She crosses the room and sits beside Aemma.
“I was surprised you asked for me.” She admits to her sister-in-law.
“The moment I felt this baby coming, I knew this time would be different. I wanted someone familiar to me, someone other than midwives and maester’s.” Aemma briefly explains, but Ellysa can see there is something she’s not telling her. She decides not to press it though given the Queen’s current situation.
Her contractions continue with no babe in sight. Ellysa wipes the sweat from her forehead and attempts to distract her by telling her what happened at the council meeting the day prior, but she stops midway when Aemma lets out a painful scream. She looks over at the maester about to ask what is happening, when she notices a worried expression on his face. She stands and walks over to him, that’s when she notices the blood forming around her sister-in-law’s center. She immediately turns to one of the midwives. “Send word to the King, his presence is needed.” The midwife bows and exits the room. Ellysa then takes hold of the maester’s robe causing him to look up at her. “Stop staring and fucking do something.” She goes back to Aemma and takes hold of her hand. “Viserys is on his way.”
“I could tell you didn’t believe me earlier; you’ve always been good at reading people.” Ellysa is about to tell her not to worry about that, but she raises her hand and Ellysa remains quiet. “But I was truthful when I said this time is different. I have a feeling I won’t survive this one.” Ellysa attempts to speak up again, but Aemma doesn’t let her. “Listen to me. Promise me you’ll look after my children and Viserys when I am gone. Viserys will be consumed by his grief, he will forget about our children without meaning to. Rhaenyra, she will appear strong on the outside, but she’ll suffer in silence. And my son, he’ll need a mother to look after him.”
“Why are you telling me all this?” Ellysa questions.
“Because you’ve already raised two sons, I know you’ll raise mine well. You are also the one person Rhaenyra and Viserys will listen to. Rhaenyra, she’s so much like you. She looks up to you. And Viserys, while I never doubted his love for me, I could always see he loved you.” Aemma answers.
“I’m his sister of course he loves me.” Ellysa retorts.
“Now’s not the time to be acting blind. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, it is the same way he looks at me. He may not have ever acted on it, but he always did keep you close.” Ellysa doesn’t know what to say. She knows Aemma is speaking the truth, but she’s never allowed herself to think about it. He had married her, and she had married Daemon. Both parties were happy with their marriage. “Promise me Ellysa.”
“I promise, of course I promise.” Aemma smiles, knowing she’s leaving her family in good hands, but her happiness is cut short when another contraction comes and she lets out a scream. It’s then when Viserys arrives. He’s surprised to see his sister but manages to quickly recover.
“What’s happening?” Viserys asks as he sees his wife splayed on the bed with his sister at her side. Mellos approaches him and begins to explain the situation.
“The infant is in breech, your Grace. All attempts to turn the babe have failed.” Aemma’s pained scream continues, Ellysa squeezes her hand in comfort.
“Do something for her!” Viserys demands.
“We’ve given her as much milk of the poppy as we can without risking the child. Your Queen is a strong woman. She’s fighting with all her might, but it may not be enough.”
“Aemma!” He walks over and Ellysa moves out of the way. “Aemma, I’m here. I’m here.”
“Viserys.” Aemma calls out to him weakly.
“I’m here. It’s all right. It’s all right.” Viserys says attempting to comfort her.
“I’m not sure how much longer I can do this.” Aemma admits.
“You’re going to be alright. You’re going to be alright.” Viserys continues. She screams again and the attendants adjust her positioning. She sighs as she is being attended, it seems she finally has a moment of reprieve. Viserys sits at her side, holding her hand. “Mellos.” He calls.
“Your Grace. If you would.” He gestures the King away from his wife so that he can speak to him privately. Viserys looks over at his sister with a pleading look that says, ‘please watch over her,’ she nods her head yes. Viserys kisses Aemma’s hand before following the maester. “During a difficult birth, it sometimes becomes necessary for the father to make an impossible choice.” Mellos starts. Though they are speaking in low voices, Ellysa’s head slightly turns, knowing exactly what Mellos is about to tell her brother.
“Well, speak it.” Viserys urges him to continue.
“To sacrifice one…or to lose them both. There is a chance we can save the child. A technique is taught at the Citadel, which involves cutting directly into the womb to free the infant. But the resulting blood loss-”
“Seven Hells, Mellos.” Viserys says realizing what the maester is suggesting. He looks at Aemma across the room. “You can save the child?”
“We must either act now or leave it with the gods.” Ellysa blocks them out and focuses her attention on Aemma, not wanting to hear what Viserys decides. A moment later she hears her brother approach, she looks up at him and already knows the decision he’s made. She stands up and places a comforting hand on his shoulder before stepping aside. He kneels beside Aemma and kisses her hand as she stirs.
“Viserys.” Aemma weakly calls him.
“Yes. They’re going to bring the babe out now.” He tells her. Aemma hums in response, with a slight smile on her face. He then nods and some of the attendants move around the bed. Knowing what’s about to happen, Ellysa turns around, not having the heart to see what’s about to be done to her sister-in-law. She hears her brother profess his love for Aemma one last time, a moment later she begins to question what’s going on. Viserys attempts to calm her, but Aemma knows something is going on. She starts screaming, Ellysa knows the maester has made the first incision. She begs Viserys to put a stop to it, but he keeps telling her not to be scared that they are going to bring out the baby.
“Don’t forget your promise!” Ellysa suddenly hears, she turns around knowing Aemma is speaking to her. “Do not forget your promise to me!” She shouts with the last of her strength before life begins to drain from her eyes. Viserys then takes hold of his wife and cradles her corpse. He stays that way until he hears the cries of a baby.
“Congratulations, your Grace. You have a son.” Mellos tells him as he approaches.
“It’s a boy?” Viserys questions as he turns towards the maester.
“A new heir, your Grace.” Ellysa approaches her brother placing both hands over his shoulders. “Had you and the Queen chosen a name?” Mellos asks.
“Baelon.” Viserys answers. Mellos’s expression suddenly drops as the baby ceases making noise.
“What is it, what’s going on?” Ellysa asks, noticing the maester’s expression. He shows her the baby, he’s gone completely still. She turns her head unable to look upon her dead nephew, and her heart begins to break. For her brother, his wife, their son, and Rhaenyra.
The next day, on the rocky shores over a large green field, people are gathered for Aemma and Baelon’s funeral. Both are wrapped in cloth on pyres. Syrax sits on a hill at the edge of the field. Her rider is grief-stricken, both her aunt and uncle see this, and they approach her. “They’re waiting for you.” Daemon gently tells her. They briefly look out at the various attendees.
“Nyke pendagon lo, during li dorolvie hours issa likia glaesagon, issa kepa finally found biarves.” (I wonder if, during those few hours my brother lived, my father finally found happiness). Rhaenyra says with tears falling from her eyes.
“Aoha kepa jorraelagon ao toli sir than ziry mirre emagon.” (Your father needs you more now than he ever has). Ellysa adds.
“Nyke jahor dori sagon nykea tresy.” (I will never be a son) Rhaenyra states before stepping forward. Syrax watches her. She attempts to speak, but the word gets caught in her throat. She looks back at her father, who doesn’t return the look. “Dracarys.” (Dragonfire) Syrax crawls forward and lights the funeral pyres. Daemon looks over at his brother, who’s staring directly at the pyres, with a grief-stricken expression. While Ellysa looks over at Rhaenyra who has turned away from the burning pyres.
In the small council chamber later that night, with exception of Ellysa, council members are already seated, waiting for the King to arrive. He enters a moment later along with the Lord Commander Ryam Redwyn. The councilors rise and Viserys sits at the head of the table. Ryam places Viserys’ council marble down and the others sit, save for Corlys who prepares the wine. “Where’s Rhaenyra and my sister?” Viserys asks, noticing both his child and sister missing from this meeting.
“Your Grace. This is the last thing any of us wish to discuss at this dark hour, but I consider the matter urgent.” Otto starts.
“What matter?” Viserys questions.
“That of your succession. These recent tragedies have left you without an obvious heir.” Otto answers as Corlys turns around from the wine table.
“The King has an heir, my Lord Hand.” Corlys reminds him.
“Despite how difficult this time is, your Grace, I feel it important the succession be firmly in place for the stability of the realm.” Otto states, ignoring Corlys.
“The succession is already set, by precedent and by law.” Lyonel comments. Corlys sits at his end of the table.
“Shall we say his name? Daemon Targaryen.” Corlys adds.
“If Daemon were to remain the uncontested heir, it could destabilize the realm.” Mellos says.
“The realm? Or this council?” Corlys challenges.
“No one here can know what Daemon would do were he King, but no one can doubt his ambition. Look at what he did with the gold cloaks. The City Watch is fiercely loyal to him. An army 2,000 strong.” Otto states.
“An army you gave him, Otto. I named Daemon Master of Laws, but you said he was a tyrant. As Master of Coin, you said he was a spendthrift that would beggar the realm. Putting Daemon in command of the City Watch was your solution!” Viserys says, frustrated with his council. After the funeral proceedings he had wanted to be alone in his room to mourn, but Otto had insisted on this meeting, stating it was of great importance.
“A half measure, your Grace. The truth is, Daemon should be far away from this court.” Otto explains.
“Daemon is my brother. My blood. And he will have his place at my court.” Viserys states firmly.
“Let him keep his place at court, your Grace, but if the gods should visit some further tragedy on you, either by design or by accident-” Mellos begins but is quickly interrupted by Viserys.
“Design? What are you saying? My brother would murder me, take my crown? Are you?” Viserys questions, not knowing Daemon is hidden away listening in. “My sister would slit his throat if he did such a thing. Daemon has ambition, yes, but not for the throne. And he may be unpredictable, but the moment my sister gives birth he will settle down. He will be at her side while she recovers, and once she does, she will keep him in check as she always has.”
“My fear your Grace, is that Daemon would be a second Maegor, or worse, and if he were king, I don’t believe even your sister would be able to control him. He is impulsive and violent. It is the duty of this council to protect the King and the realm from him. I’m sorry, your Grace, but that is the truth as I see it, and I know others here agree.” Otto speaks honestly.
“Well, who else would have a claim?” Lyonel asks curiously.
“The King’s firstborn child.” Otto answers.
“I will not be made to choose between my brother and my daughter.” Viserys states.
“You wouldn’t have to, your Grace. There are others who would have a claim.” Corlys begins to suggest.
“Such as your wife, Lord Corlys?” The Queen who never was?” Lyonel says it sarcastically.
“Rhaenys was the only child of Jaehaerys’ eldest son. She had a strong claim at the Great Council, and she already has a male heir.” Corlys points out.
“Just moments ago, you announced your support for Daemon!” Otto shouts.
“If we cannot agree on an heir, then how can we expect the realm-” Before Lyonel can finish, the King speaks, fed up with the conversation taking place.
“My wife and son are dead! I will not sit here and suffer crows that come to feast on their corpses!” The king stands to leave, and the others stand as he does so. Otto sighs as he sits back down. He was hoping he’d be able to convince the King to reconsider Daemon as his heir, but he should have known he wouldn’t have budged. He loves his siblings. If he’s to ensure Daemon does not sit the iron throne, he’s going to have to change his strategy.
In the hallway, Viserys is heading to his room, but halfway there he stops. Between the death of his wife and son, and his council’s words he’s not sure he’d be able to rest. Staring down the hallway leading to his chamber, he decides to seek out the one person who could help him clear his mind. He heads off in the opposite direction towards his sister’s room. As soon as he arrives, he doesn’t bother to knock. He simply enters her room and finds her servant helping her to bed. “Your Grace.” She makes a move to stand, but he holds his hand out to stop her.
“Please, don’t strain yourself. I apologize for bursting into your chamber. I forgot myself for a moment. I’ll leave you to rest.” Viserys turns to walk away, but his sister stops him.
“It’s fine, please come in. I was just going to read; sleep doesn’t come easy in my condition.” Viserys approaches and stops in front of her bed, while Ellysa dismisses her servant. She figures once they are alone, Viserys will tell her what’s happened, why he suddenly just bursted into her room, but he remains quiet. “The last time you were quiet like this, was right before the Great Council meeting.” Viserys continues to say nothing. “Come on over and unburden yourself brother.” Ellysa pats the side of her bed.
He approaches the side of her bed and sits down. After another moment of silence, he tells his sister everything that happened at the council meeting. How Otto called a meeting after the funeral to discuss the line of succession. How he and others spoke out against her husband, wanting another to be named heir. When he finishes, he turns to her wanting her opinion. She takes a moment to gather her thoughts. She now understands why he came in the way he did. She hates that they not only called a meeting without her, but they called it so soon after the funeral. Just so they can speak out against her husband. “Well first of all, your small council are cunts.” This earns a chuckle from Viserys. “Second…while I don’t appreciate them speaking out against our brother, they do have a point.” This surprises Viserys, but he waits for his sister to explain before speaking. “We both know he’d never kill you for your crown, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want it. And unfortunately, he wants it for the wrong reason.”
“Power.” Viserys says and Ellysa nods in agreement.
“He could care less about the duty, responsibility, or the burden of being King. He simply wants the power it comes with.” She adds.
“This is all true, but I trust you would keep him in line.” Viserys says to her.
“I would try, but power of that magnitude changes a man. I don’t know if he’d still listen to me were he to become King of the Realm.” Ellysa admits. Viserys lets out a sigh and leans his head against the headboard in contemplation.
“So, do you think I should take Otto’s advice and name my daughter heir?” Viserys asks.
“While I would gladly bend the knee to her, no I don’t think you should name her heir.” He turns to his sister, surprised by her answer, but waits for her to explain further before speaking. “Otto’s suggestion is a temporary measure, a means to ensure Daemon is no longer your heir. While your council may not broach the subject now, eventually you will have to remarry, and there is a good chance your new wife will give you a son. Once you have a son, they will expect him to be heir not Rhaenyra.”
Viserys takes a moment to think over his sister’s words, after some time he comes to realize that she speaks true. He looks up at her in amazement, he’s always known she was the smart one in the family, but since becoming King, and allowing her to attend small council meetings in place of her husband. She’s really shown her prowess. “How do you do it?” He asks her, and she gives him a look of confusion while leaning her own head against the headboard. “How can you think ten steps ahead, while everyone else is only two steps ahead.” This makes her chuckle.
“I’m a woman living in a realm run by men, I must be ahead of everyone else. It’s how I survive, how I stay ahead of the game.” Ellysa explains.
“You know you have nothing to fear so long as I’m alive, right?” Viserys asks while taking hold of her hand.
“I know, but you won’t live forever, and what then? Until you have your heir, there’s no telling what the future holds after you’ve past.” Ellysa tells him.
“I guess we’ll just have to die together then.” Viserys jokes, Ellysa chuckles and moves herself closer to her brother so she can lay her head on his shoulder.
“I miss this. Having you here to myself, it’s been a while.” Ellysa says sleepily. Viserys looks down at his sister noticing her eyes growing heavy, a moment later she falls asleep. He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and lets his hand linger.
“I’ve missed this too.” He whispers. He then places a kiss on her temple and leans his head back against the headboard.
The next morning, Viserys is still in his sister’s chamber. Shortly after Ellysa succumbed to sleep so did he. In the early hours of dawn Daemon had returned from the brothel and found his siblings asleep together. He sat down on the couch across from the bed watching them. He felt no jealousy or anger towards them. He instead was reminded of the days when they were younger. They would each sneak in each other’s room and wake up together the next morning.
As they got older, they had to stop. According to the Septa’s it was no longer appropriate for the brothers to sleep in the same bed as their sister, but Daemon would still sometimes sneak into her room and sleep beside his younger sister. He’s loved her for as long as he can remember and has always known he’d marry her. He had refused to be wedded to anyone else.
Daemon’s thoughts are then interrupted when he hears his siblings begin to stir. Viserys is the first to awaken followed by their younger sister. When they are fully awake, they look at each other, before turning their gaze towards Daemon. “I would have woken you sooner, but the two of you looked peaceful, I didn’t want to disturb your peace.”
“Se skoriot emagon ao issare valzyrys? Gontan nyke daor ivestragon ao daor naejot stray tolmiot.” (And where have you been husband? Did I not tell you not to stray far). Ellysa questions him.
“I was mourning the loss of our nephew.” Daemon answers nonchalantly. Ellysa is about to question her husband further, when there is a knock at the door. “Enter.” Daemon answers, thankful for the reprieve, though it’s short-lived when he sees Otto walk in.
Otto scans the room until his eyes land on the King, who still has not moved from his sister’s side. “Forgive the intrusion, your Grace, but I have a report I feel compelled to share.” He looks over at Daemon briefly, then back at Viserys. “May we speak in private?”
“Why not speak your peace here?” Daemon questions. “Something tells me it’s about me, so feel free to speak your mind here, out in the open.” Otto looks over at Viserys, who does not seem to disagree with his brother.
“Last night… Prince Damon bought out one of the pleasure houses on the Street of Silk to entertain officers of the City Watch and other friends of his. He toasted Prince Baelon. Styling him… ‘Heir for a Day.’ I corroborated this report with three separate witnesses. The evening was, by all accounts a… celebration.” Otto finishes. Viserys looks over at his brother, anger clearly evident in his eyes, while Daemon looks at Otto with a murderous glare.
“Thank you, Lord Hand, you may go now.” Ellysa dismisses him, he bows to Viserys and exits the room.
“Did you say it?” Viserys questions his brother as he stands from the bed.
“Viserys.” Ellysa calls him, but he does not acknowledge her.
“The Heir for a Day.’ Did you say it?” Viserys repeats, approaching his brother.
“We must all mourn in our own way, your Grace.” Daemon answers.
“My family has just been destroyed. But instead of being by my side, or Rhaenyra’s, you chose to celebrate your own rise! Laughing with your whores and your lickspittles! You have no allies at court but me! I have only ever defended you! Yet everything I’ve given you; you’ve thrown back in my face!” Viserys shouts. Not wishing to sit any longer, Daemon stands, looking his brother straight in the eye.
“All you’ve ever done is keep your distance from me. Master of Laws, Master of Coin, the City Watch. Ten years you’ve been King, and yet not once have you asked me to be your Hand!” Daemon shouts back.
“Stop it, both of you.” Ellysa tells them, she soon feels a slight pain but ignores it in the hopes of calming her brothers.
“Why would I do that?” Viserys questions.
“Because I’m your brother. And the blood of the dragon runs thick.” Daemon responds.
“Then why do you cut me so deeply?” Viserys asks.
“I’ve only ever spoken the truth. I see Otto Hightower for what he is.” Daemon starts.
“An unwavering and loyal Hand?” Viserys questions.
“A cunt. A second son who stands to inherit nothing he doesn’t seize for himself.” Daemon answers.
“Otto Hightower is a more honorable man than you could ever be.” Viserys tells his brother.
“Please stop it, the both of you.” Ellysa begs, her pain is growing worse, but her brothers continue to ignore her.
“He doesn’t protect you. I would.” Daemon states.
“From what?” Viserys questions.
“Yourself. You’re weak, Viserys. And that council of leeches knows it. They all prey on you for their own ends.” Daemon answers.
“Both of you stop it this instant!” Ellysa finally shouts, holding her side in pain, but she continues to ignore it. She turns her attention towards her elder brother first. “Just yesterday you told me Otto did not want Daemon to remain your heir. And not even a day later he comes in here accusing our brother of celebrating the death of your son. Do you not find that to be suspicious?” She asks, but Viserys does not answer. “I know you see him as a friend, but Daemon is right, he is a cunt. Did he not hold a council meeting not long after the funeral of your wife and son, just to discuss the succession. He has it out for our brother Viserys, don’t play into his game.” Daemon has a satisfied smirk on his face until he sees his wife’s attention turned towards him. “And you, our sister-in-law and nephew are dead. Our brother is in mourning, and instead of being by his side you are out with your City Watch whoring and drinking. Not only that, but you also accuse our brother of not naming you Hand, when you’ve done nothing to deserve it. I can count on one hand the number of times you’ve attended court, much less a council meeting. If you wish our brother to take you more seriously then you need to show up and not rely on me to do it for you.” Ellysa continues to hold her side in pain, and her brothers finally notice something may be wrong. “We are blood of the dragon, if our house is to remain strong then we must be a united front. We cannot let outsiders tear us apart.” She manages before the pain she’s been feeling finally catches up to her. She leans back and lets out a scream, causing her brothers to scramble to her side, and Ryam to burst in.
“What is it? Is it the babe?” Daemon asks, worry written on his face.
“It would seem it has chosen now to come into this world.” Ellysa answers. Viserys turns to his guard and orders him to fetch the maester. The brothers stay with their sister until the maester arrives and they are asked to step out.
They find someplace nearby where they can sit and wait, but Daemon refuses to sit. Instead, he chooses to pace nervously, while occasionally, looking out into the hallway for any sign of the maester. Viserys watches this until one of the servants approaches him. “Shall I inform the young princes their mother has started her labors?” He looks over at his brother, but he’s too distracted to notice the servant has arrived. “Yes, and informed the princess as well.” Viserys answers. He looks over at his brother for a moment longer before deciding to speak up. “All that pacing about isn’t going to make this process go any faster.” Daemon stops and looks over at his brother. “Sit with me. Let us finish our previous conversation in a more civilized manner.” Daemon hesitates at first but eventually sits across his brother.
“I know I should have been there for your brother, but when your son and wife died. I felt it was my doing.” Viserys looks at his brother confused by his statement. “I wanted so much to be your heir. I didn’t want Aemma to give birth to a son, but I swear to you brother I did not want her death, or the death of your child. I just wanted…” He hangs his head low and covers his eyes with his hands. Viserys brings his brother into a hug to comfort him.
“It’s not your fault; your ambition did not kill my wife and son. If anything, it was mine. I wanted so much to have a son, I ignored the signs. She needed rest from her failed pregnancies, yet I continued to put a babe in her. And when the maester asked me to choose between my wife and son, I chose my son and ended up losing them both.”
Daemon leans back slightly and places a hand on his brother’s cheek. “You will have a son Viserys, I’m certain of it. And when you do, I will happily step down as heir. Not that I’ll have much choice.” Daemon jokes causing his older brother to laugh. A moment later they hear footsteps approaching. They turn to see Rhaenyra, Taegarys, and Taemond approaching.
“How’s mother?” Taemond asks.
“I’ve yet to hear from the maester. In my experience no news is good news.” Daemon replies. Both boys sit beside their father, and he wraps an arm around each of them. Rhaenyra sits beside her father as well, silently praying her aunt comes out of this unscathed. She’s already lost her mother to childbirth; she couldn’t stand it if she were to lose her aunt to the same fate.
Sometime passes before the maester finally appears with news, the family stands in anticipation. “Congratulations my prince, you have two healthy girls.” Mellos announces to a stunned Daemon.
“Did you say two?” He questions.
“Yes, the princess gave birth to twin girls.” Mellos answers. Viserys stands and hugs his brother.
“Mother’s going to kill you.” Taegarys comments and this seems to get Daemon out of his stupor.
“What of my wife, how is she?” Daemon asks.
“Exhausted, but healthy.” Mellos answers.
“Go to her Daemon, meet your daughters. We’ll give you a moment.” Daemon turns to his brother and smiles at him in thanks. He rushes out to check on his wife and daughters while everyone else stays behind. “Thank you maester, we needed a bit of good news.”
“Of course, your Grace. I will check in on them tomorrow morning.” Mellos says before bowing and leaving the family be. Viserys turns towards his nephews and gives them a congratulatory pat on the back before sitting next to his daughter, who is visibly relieved by the news.
“Were you worried?” Viserys questions.
“Weren’t you?” Rhaenyra questions back.
“I was, but she pulled through.” He pulls her into a side hug. “And that’s all that matters.” He continues as he lays his head on top of her own.
Inside Ellysa’s chamber, she’s holding both her daughters at the same time. She’s exhausted, but happy to finally meet her children. She sings them a lullaby when Daemon walks in, he sees his daughters asleep and makes sure to close the door gently. He then approaches the bed and looks over his newborns. “Consider yourself lucky I’m holding our daughters, otherwise I’d kill you where you stand.” Already knowing this Daemon mainly chuckles at her statement.
“What are their names?” Daemon asks, already knowing she’s named them.
“Naelana and Nesaerys.” Ellysa answers.
“May I?” He asks and she hands him Nesaerys to hold. He takes hold of her, making sure to mind her head, and sits beside his wife. She continues to sing to them, while Daemon basks in the moment. His wife survived childbirth and given him two healthy daughters, and he’s mended things with his brother. For now, the Gods have looked kindly on him, and he can’t help the smile that forms on his face.
They enjoy a few more peaceful moments before the door opens and the rest of their family enters. Daemon gestures them to be quiet. Taegarys, and Taemond are the first to approach the bed. They check in with their mother before taking a seat and looking over their sisters. While they are getting acquainted with their sisters, Rhaenyra approaches her aunt and hugs her. Though Ellysa can’t return the hug, she does lean into it. “Would you like to hold her?” Ellysa asks as she leans back from the hug. Rhaenyra nods her head yes, and Ellysa carefully hands her Naelana. Rhaenyra takes her gently in her arms and begins to rock her. Viserys looks down at his niece and runs a finger down her small cheek. He then approaches his sister and kisses the top of her head.
“You did well sister.” He comments.
“I hope while I was disposed you and our brother patched things up.” Ellysa says, causing Daemon to look up at his brother.
“Ilon Gontan; se lentor hen zaldrizes iksos hae kostoba hae ziry emagon va moriot issare. Daorun jahor quvy ziry apart.” (We did; the House of the Dragon is as strong as it has always been. Nothing will tear it apart). Ellysa smiles at this and leans into her brother.
***This is only the first part, depending on how this first part goes will determine if this series continues. ***
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