The Heir // King Viserys Targaryen // Daemon Targaryen

2. Reek

Rhaenyra came swooping down on her dragon, Syrax. Much to everyone's dismay the princess was as wild and vibrant as a dragon itself.

'Welcome back, Princess. I trust your ride was pleasant.' Ser Harrold Westerling remarked as Rhaenyra slide from the dragons back.

'Try not to look too relieved, ser.' Rhaenyra said with a grin as she walked past him and her dragon was brought back into the cave. Targaryen's and their dragons.

'I am relieved. Every time that golden beast brings you back unspoiled, it saves my head from a spike.' Westerling called after her but she ignored him as she always did when it came to his or anyone else's concerns with her dragons.

'Syrax is growing quickly. She'll soon be as large as Caraxes.' Alicent remarked

'That's almost large enough to saddle two.' Rhaenyra told her closest friend. But Rhaenyra was the wild one and Alicent the tame.

'I believe I'm quite content as a spectator, thank you.' Alicent assured her as the dragon keeper Elder started speaking in High Valyrian talking to the dragon trying to get her calm and inside.

'Dohaeras.' Syrax grumbled and gave little roar of distaste of being stuck and not flying around with her master. 'Naejot!' he demanded and Syrax roared again as she was moved into his holding.

Rhaenyra watched her before realizing how later she was. She made her way quickly to her mother side, the baby was due any day now. The sound of horses neighing, birds cawing as she got inside caught her attention. The closer she got the slower she walked, a pace suitable of a princess.

'Ah... Rhaenyra. You know I don't like you to go flying while I'm in this condition.' Queen Aemma told her daughter.

'You don't like me to go flying while you're in any condition.' Rhaenyra corrected.

'You are just like your aunt Avalon.' Aemma remarked.

'Great minds.' Rhaenyra told her. She loved her aunt Avalon. They liked to have dragon races, to which Rhaenyra's mother and father hated. Avalon was Viserys younger sister. The baby of the family and her brothers were very protective. Viserys hated to admit that Avalon had more of Daemon in her at times.

'Your Grace.' Alicent said curtsying before the queen.

'Good morrow, Alicent.' Aemma said kindly.

'Did you sleep?' Rhaenyra questioned her mother.

'I slept.'

'How long?' she pushed and Aemma chuckled.

'I don't need mothering, Rhaenyra.' She reminded her.

'Well, here you are, surrounded by attendants, all focused on the babe. Someone has to attend to you.' Rhaenyra told her confidently.

'You will lie in this bed soon enough, Rhaenyra. This discomfort is how we serve the realm.' Aemma told her solemnly.

'I'd rather serve as a knight and ride to battle and glory.' Rhaenyra told her and there was a murmur of laughter around the room to which Rhaenyra shot a glare back at them. She was meant for things bigger than marriage and babies. Avalon was older than her and still not married, she didn't understand what the rush was. Avalon seemed perfectly content riding her dragon and kissing the clouds. Rhaenyra wanted the same. The freedom and not being tied down to a man or child, being free to go and do as she pleased.

'We have royal wombs, you and I. The child bed is our battlefield. We must learn to face it with a stiff lip. Now take a bath. You stink of dragon.' Aemma said kissing her daughters cheek.