The Fire That Burns Within US - Aemond Targaryen

Our birthright

Visenya and her brother were currently sitting on the floor awaiting their mother's arrival, Ser Harwin had been their escort for the morning and was crouching between Luke and Visenya as she held onto a wooden toy of a raven and Luke watches his brother's story with marvel in his eyes. The knight himself has a belly full of nerves but they are eased as he watches Jace make up a story to entertain his two younger siblings. Ser Harwin knew that the two boys were his, the blood of the old man was strong within them. But while Visenya might be his child he cared for her just the same as he did for his boys.

The two boys truly did look like brothers, with dark brown hair and eyes, and pale skin, with Luke's hair being on the curly side. Visenya on the other hand was the singing image of her mother, Targyren's features like sliver-white hair, purple eyes, pug noses, and pale skin, one clear difference between the two was that Visenya's hair, much like her younger brother, was curly. Her hair was often braided to keep out of her face.

"And then he sees a big, scary dragon!" Jace shouts as he swoops in the craving of the dragon toy into the soldiers on the ground. The smile spread across all three children's faces as they laughed as the dragon flew into the soldiers.

As the door to the children's room was opened and a tired and in pain Princess Rhaeryna slowly shuffled into the room with Ser Laenor walking behind her with the newborn son wrapped up in his arms. Ser Harwin was the first to stand up, looking upon his lover he wanted nothing more than to forget the formalities and help ease her pain in any way he could. Jace quickly looks up at his mother and drops the toy dragon that he was holding. Visenya follows his actions and Luke copies his older siblings.

"Mother look," Jace tells his mother as all three children walk towards the warming chamber that held the dragon egg. Jace was quick to grasp the handle, wanting to be the one to show off the egg that had been chosen. Luke stood tall beside his brother with Visenya standing behind him, making sure that he didn't try to touch the dragon egg as he had in the dragonpit. Jace lifts the top of the warming chamber off and the crackling sounds of the coals within fill the room, as well as the unmistakable smell of a dragon.

The egg reminded Visenya of her dragon, Morghon. While the egg was black, it wasn't as deep a shade as the scales of her dragon but whenever the light hit the egg in the right way it would flash a dark purple colour. The same shade of purple as the one on Morghon. The egg was from the clutch of eggs that Princess Helaena's dragon Dreamfyre, unlike the last three times that Princess Rheanyra was pregnant her dragon syrax had not laid a clutch, Visenya thought maybe the she-dragon hadn't laid any eggs because her mother hasn't visited the dragonpit since the birth of her younger brother Luke.

"We have chosen an egg for the baby," Luke tells their mother, looking up at her with a toothy smile. Proud to have picked out the egg for their new brother.

Rhaeryna lets out a noise of approval and pain as she slowly moves to sit down on the couch, watching her children as they fuss over the egg.

"That looks like the perfect one," She says as she grabs Ser Harwin's arm and lowers herself onto the couch. She smiles up toward Ser Harwin and looks back toward her children.

"I let Luke and Visenya choose this time," Jace proudly tells his mother. Both Visenya and Luke excitedly nod toward their mother.

"It was from Dreamfyres newest clutch of eggs, Helaena was happy that we chose one from that clutch," Visenya tells their mother with a smile, quickly grabbing Luke's extended hand that almost touches the egg once again. "Stop that," Visenya whispers sternly into his ear as she holds his hands onto his chest, keeping them from going for the egg again.

"Not every day an egg leaves the dragonpit, Princess." Ser Harwin says as he walks towards Ser Laenor, he watches Jace and Visenya hold Luke back from the egg. "I thought it best to escort the children."