❝. Aemma Velaryon, the trueborn princess of Ser Laenor Velaryon and Rhaenyra Targaryen, rider of Seafyre, true lady of the tides. Her veins are of salt and sea and she is to unify and bring peace to us all.❞
OC! Targaryen/Velaryon x Aemond Targaryen...
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It was the most menacing storm King's Landing had ever encountered. Rhaenyra pushed and pushed, her screaming consuming the Red Keep. Ser Laenor Velaryon paced outside the birthing chambers. With Jaecarys, he knew had not even attempted to fill his duty, but with this child. It all seemed to fall into place, even the realization. This was his child. He adored his firstborn, but he truly knew it wasn't his.
"Let me help her, please. I'm her husband. I do not care what is expected of me. That is my child, and if you don't let me in, I will throttle you right here"
Without any more protest, the screams halted. Both from the tired mother and the estranged father. Apart from the thunder thar shook the very ground it was a cry. A baby's cry.
Ser Laenor pushed the hands of Ser Harwin Strong from his as he barreled inside the room. He truly admired Rhaenyra, but he was stricken with adoration as he layed eyes on the child. Her blood was that of a dragon, yes, but also that of sea and salt.
The midwife cleaned the babe with a warm cloth to rid the hair from the blood. She eyed the pair, nodding at the awaiting mother, lowering the child into her arms.
Laenor had tears on his eyes as he stared at his little girl. All the love and the devotion was rushing ourt of him, wanting to protect her from everything.
"Aemma. Aemma Velaryon , second of her name", Rhaenyra whispered, looking at the eyes of her husband.
This child had just placed Jaecarys in danger and peril, for the latter had pale skin and a mop of raven hair. Aemma had tanned skin, not as dark as her father's, but Velaryon features were starkly noticeable. One feature particular stood out to both parents— silver hair and light periwinkle eyes.
The babe clutched her father's tunic, her soft purple eyes locking with his. He felt his breath leave his lungs as Rhaenyra looked at the small craddle that had Jace and back to her daughter. They weren't anything alike.
Ser Laenor closed his eyes as he took the babe, "Aemma Velaryon, second of her name. I do not care about the queen's orders. I will summon an audience with both my family and yours. You had a violent birth, Rhaenyra. This is my daughter and I will present her as much".
Rhaenyra smiled gently, but knowing that her oldest child, the heir to the throne, was in great danger. She believed her father would spare her, just as he always did. That is why she had decided to name her Aemma, for her father.
Ser Laenor was escorted out of the room with his daughter in his hands. He cooed gently at his only daughter, his legacy, the next lady of the tides.
"Your serene graces, mother, father. Rhaenyra's pregnancy was arduous, but she prevailed. She is resting, but I wanted to present my daughter. Aemma Velaryon, second of her name, stormborn, and heir of the driftwood throne".
Viserys was the first one to gasp at the name, unshed tears swallowing his guilt. He saw the little child, urging Laenor to pass her into his arms.
"She looks just like her, just like my Aemma. Well done, Ser Laenor. She will be this realm's little love", he grasped the child with love. Apart from the distinctive Velaryon features, the rest of her was his late wife. The curve of her nose, the swell of her lips, to the light violet of her eyes.
Alicent smiled softly, her hand shooting to the babe's hair, slowly bringing down the sheets that covered it before. A small yet noticeable frown took her features.
"I congratulate you, Ser Laenor. She looks just like you. Perhaps Prince Jaecarys took more after his mother..."
Ser Laenor smiled and passed the child to his mother, who looked in adoration. She hadn't been able to see his other other daughter, who was now pregnant. This was her first grandchild, the only one she'd recognize.
"My son, she is beautiful. Look Corlys, she has your hair. The salt and the sea runs through her veins. Did you choose a dragon egg to share her craddle?".
In truths, a rare egg was found on driftmark two moons ago. Lord Coryls found the egg, submerged in water, but around it, small bubbles of heat sizzled. He thought of Jacaerys, but he already shared a craddle with Vermax. But his sweet granddaughter.
"Yes. The egg I found on Driftmark—"
Viserys interjected, he only trusted those eggs hatched with the dragon keepers at Dragonstone. For those are true. This egg could well not hatch at all.
"Surely you do not mean that egg, Lord Corlys. We do not know who hatched it".
"My daughter will have that egg. If it doesn't hatch, I'll give her seasmoke. Your grace, something tells me that it will hatch. If she is anything like your late wife, she will be strong and resilient", Laenor said, his voice unwavering. This was his daughter. His own flesh and blood.
"She is. The spirit of my beloved late wife lives inside of her. If you excuse me. Ser, lord Corlys, cousin, I must retire to my chambers".
Laenor entered Rhaenyra's chambers once again. He found her sleeping, but that did not stop him from pulling a chair beside her bed. He held his daughter to his chest as he swayed his arms, making little Aemma sleep instantly. He smiled at the sight. He only sought friendships and duty with Rhaenyra, but she had given him his daughter.
"My daughter. My little Aemma. I will protect you from everything. You made me happiest man alive. I vow that no danger shall come to you. I love you, my little Aemma".
