Bathed In Fire

One: Dragon Fire

A/N: So I just want to clarify that where the show, HOTD, does a 10 year time skip I'm going to instead do 11 just so it makes sense that Dracarys is the eldest son of Rhaenyra. Alrighty, into the chapter.

3rd POV.

Rhaenyra Targaryen was a free spirit. She'd never in a million years ever just settle for the social norms of the world, it wasn't in her nature. However, with her recent scandal with her uncle and her maiden hood in question the princess of Dragonstone had not choice but to relent to her father's decision.

Rhaenyra had married her lord cousin, Laenor Velaryon, and though the two had different tastes they had come to the agreement that they'd do their duty to the realm and present an heir of Drift mark and Dragonstone.

After their chaotic and catastrophic wedding the two would not consummate their marriage on that night. Between the death of Laenor's male lover, Joffrey, and the state of Rhaenyra's father both man and wife were too distraught to even share a room, much less a bed. But they would on the week after, for duty's sake Ofcourse; just getting Laenor to "rise" to the occasion was a struggle. But through this struggle, through this one time consummation, would come the princess' swollen belly.

This union Ofcourse gave birth to Rhaenyra's own struggle; childbirth.

Admittedly the princess of Dragonstone was fearful of the act. After all, her mother had been taken from her far too early from it and Rhaenyra would be dammed if Laenor even considered doing to her what her father did to her Queen mother.

However, the princess' fears did not keep her from being in the position she was in now. Surrounded by ladies and the Maester peeking his head under her skirt as she breathed deep and hard. This pain, this demon inside of her, made the heir of the seven kingdoms feel as if death was ever so gleefully approaching. Outside of duty Rhaenyra didn't want this child. She didn't want this dream killer coming in and ruining her life. Rhaenyra, after all, hated social norms and she refused to be some gods forsaking baby factory; to be used and discarded.

Rhaenyra screamed and hollered, though loud it fell on deaf ears as the very foundations of the Red Keep shook and quaked. Ever so faintly you could see dust fall from the roof as it seemed all of Westeros shook. Already pregnant and going through the hell that is childbirth Rhaenyra could do well without the earthquake, but the natural shifting of the world's plates was the last thing on the Valyrian girl's mind as she herself quaked from the pain she was in.

"Push harder my lady!"

Rhaenyra heard the Maester say over and over, and Rhaenyra complied to the very best of her ability; she wanted this demon out of her. And so the princess pushed, thankful for the words of encouragement from her ladies, though as the rumbling of the castle intensified so too did her pain. And just as Rhaenyra thought that all hope would be lost, as she felt as though she was going to be torn in two, as hot tears poured from her eyes, there was a sudden release. As though she had just been freed of splitting pain so too did the foundations of the Red Keep come to a stop.

And then she heard him, as clear as day, piercing her ears ever so gently. The simple cry of a newly born babe, Rhaenyra heard her child.....her child, her boy. The demon that had caused her so much pain and admittedly suffering, Rhaenyra wanted to look upon his face. She wanted to look into the eyes of the creature that had ravaged her womb and had taken her life from her for the last seven moons. She wanted to see him.

"Bring him to me" Rhaenyra spoke with a raspy voice, dry from all the screaming and cries. The Maester was quick to cut the cord and clean the babe before finally approaching the tired heir, placing the infant within the waiting arms of his reluctant mother.

Truth be told Rhaenyra wanted to hate him. She wanted to despise him, she wanted to throw him to the floor and be done with the creature, but then she looked at him and he looked back with those curious blue eyes. His crying came to a halt as he was placed in those arms and the same could be said of the princess' wrath. Replacing it was a feeling of warmth and unyielding and unrivaled joy. Rhaenyra, for the first time in her life, had fallen in love. This ball of warmth, her child that lay in her arms smiled up at her and in this moment new tears filled the princess' eyes.

Rhaenyra couldn't believe for a moment that she could ever hate him, her only and first born child. And so the princess cried both tears of joy and regret. This was no demon, he was no monster. He is her joy, her heart and love, he is greater than any minute beast. He was her dragon fire.

Suddenly the doors of her chambers were opened, in came Laenor and alongside him Rhaenyra's father, the king, her former friend/step-mother, the queen, and the hand of the king.

"We came as soon as we heard" Viserys came over to his firstborn with a large smile on his face as he gave his daughter a kiss on the cheek before gazing down to the bundle in her arms. The aging king's smile seemed to only grow wider as he gazed down at the boy. "You've done a wonderful job Rhaenyra, he's beautiful." The queen nodded at her husbands words as her eyes looked from the babe to Rhaenyra. "Your father speaks true princess, your child is quite beautiful. The blood of old Valyria runs through his veins."

Rhaenyra couldn't help the mild glare she gave the queen, she couldn't help but feel as though the queen was being spiteful due to having knowledge of her affair with Sir Christon Cole. "That it does, my queen. I couldn't for a moment figure as to why It would not." Rhaenyra responded with a sickly sweet smile that made Alicent hold back a glare of her own.

The Hightower queen couldn't deny that this child was that of the heir of Drift mark's, he had his eyes after all. Through this birth however spiked a fear in the queen for the sake of her children. She herself was pregnant once again and with Rhaenyra now having secured an heir of her own her children were further away from the Iron Throne, closer to danger. Though the queen held her composure, inside she was quivering.

"Your graces, as lovely as this moment is, may I ask what the child's name might be?" Rhaenyra listened to the Grand Maester's words as she looked over to Laenor before looking back down to her son. She Originally planned on the name Jacaerys, but after seeing him she knew there was only one name that could fit her first born.

"Dracarys"

The room was quiet as all eyes fell upon the princess, however Rhaenyra did not care as she continued. "Dracarys, my dragon fire and earth shaker. First of his name and prince of Dragonstone and Heir to his grandfather's crown. My son shall succeed me, so let it be written and so let it be done." At this Viserys clapped Joyfully as Laenor smiled at his wife before reaching out to hold his only son. Everyone in the room seemed to love the name for the new prince, all except the Hightower queen. Though she smiled alongside the rest, she still felt the fear for her children; in fact it only grew with that name. Dragon fire. The queen, ever so secretively, picked at the skin on her fingers as fear picked at her heart.