"What was it like flying the Black Dread? You were Balerion's last rider."
"Only for a short time before he died. With Balerion died the last memory of Valyria of Old. But Vhagar still lives... somewhere." Viserys said with a sigh.
"Bit too large for the Dragon pit. Some would say too large for our world. Do you know where she nests?" Laena questioned.
"I'm sorry?" Viserys had too much on his mind to be talking dragons with a child, a child he was never going to marry, ever. He knew that for a fact, he didn't know why he was bothering entertaining the idea. He saw Rhaenyra and Avalon standing on the balcony watching them he had to pull his eyes away from the laugh on Avalon's lips.
"Do you know where Vhagar is now?" Laena questioned kindly.
"Um, the Dragon keepers believe she made home somewhere on the coast of the Narrow Sea. The workers at Spicetown report hearing her song at times." Viserys told her. "They say it is a sad thing." Viserys added.
"I imagine even dragons get lonely. Your Grace... it would be a great honor to join our houses as they were in Old Valyria. I would give you many children of pure Valyrian blood so that we might strengthen the royal line and the realm." Laena told him, as rehearsed.
"Is that what your father told you to say?" Viserys questioned and she nodded sheepishly. "What did your mother tell you?" Viserys countered.
"That I wouldn't have to bed you until I turned 14." Laena told him honestly and Viserys sighed.
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"It bothers you, does it not?"
"My father is a king. It is his duty to take a new wife and strengthen his line." Rhaenyra told Rhaenys.
"I did not ask for a lesson in politics. I asked whether this bothers you." Rhaenys repeated.
''Remember who you are speaking to.' Avalon warned Rhaenys. "Rhaenyra is not intimidated by you and neither am I.'' Avalon told her and Rhaenys scoffed.
"Laena is your daughter, Princess. Does it bother you?' Rhaenyra countered.
"Of course, it does. But I understand the order of things.' Rhaenys told her pompously.
"I'm not sure you do.' Avalon told her.
"If you mean to elicit some anger from me, you should know that you're failing, Princess." Rhaenyra warned smugly. Avalon loved that she said princess with a smile on her face but her word held venom. This is why Rhaenyra would make a good queen. She was able to play the game.
"Quite the opposite. Whether it's to my daughter or to someone else's, your father will remarry sooner than late. His new wife will produce new heirs, and chances are better than not that one of those will be male. And when that boy comes of age and your father has passed, the men of the realm will expect him to be heir, not you." Rhaenys told her. "Because that is the order of things."
"When I'm Queen, I will create a new order." Rhaenyra told her confidently and the Princess Rhaenys chuckled knowingly.
"How I wish that could be, Rhaenyra. But the men of the realm already had their opportunity to appoint a ruling queen at the Great Council and they denied it." Rhaenys reminded her.
"They denied you, Princess Rhaenys. The Queen Who Never Was." Avalon recalled smugly. 'They chose Rhaenyra to follow, freely."
"Exactly, they bent the knee to me and called me heir to the throne." Rhaenyra agreed. She was glad she had her aunt on her side through all this.
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The Heir // King Viserys Targaryen // Daemon Targaryen
Fanfiction"Brother. I have some conditions before I agree to this union. They are non negotiable." 🐉 King Viserys Targaryen lost his wife in child birth and everyone is pushing him to marry. He only saw one suitable match. ⚔️ Half of my heart // viserys...
