The Hightower Dragon Tamer [Rhaenyra Targaryen]

A Cloak of Protection

"The Iron throne rejects those it deems unworthy, both King Orion and Queen Rhaenyra perched upon the chair, untouched by the blades, can you say the same for you own Queen?"
- Sir Jaime Lannister to Sir Arya Stark

The death of Lady Leana brought both sorrow and grief to those attending her funeral, Orion held his wife strong while they grieved, watching with clouded teary eyes as Leana was plunged into the depths of the sea.

Night followed the funeral swiftly, and yet despite the sun setting it didn't allow for peace.

"Father I am in need of some wisdom." Orion raised a brow at his daughter, curious

"Yes Dyanna." The Princess let out a heavy breathe clearly anxious,

"If I were to tell you I had no interest in marrying a man, how would you and mother react?" Orion let out a deep chuckle, almost hysterically laughing in his chair, Dyanna eyes found avid amounts of confusion within their depths,

"Then I'd tell you daughter that your mother and I have long since caught the longing stares between you and the Princess Heleana." Dyanna sighed in relief as her father embraced her,
"Do you love her?" Dyanna with her eyes downcast nodded slowly,
"Then tell me." Dyanna cracked a small smile,

"Yes father I love her." Orion nodded smirking,

"Good, because a time will come where that love will be how the pair of you survive." Dyanna's eyes still held lingering confusion but she nodded regardless,

"She's betrothed to Aegon." Orion nodded pulling a book from the bookshelf he kept beside his and Rhaenyra's bed,

"Yes she is, however love knows no bounds, and I doubt he would question it if Heleana when the time came would have little white haired children. And furthermore, the Prince is an avid drinker, which allows for many opportunities."

"Father what do you mean-" Orion cut his daughter off handing her the book, pointing to the marked page,

"Old Valyrian texts are hard to come by, but eternally prove their worth. That page should allow for explanation." Dyanna's eyes widened comically, with a broad smile to pair.

"I could father children?" Orion allowed a genuine smile to grace his features, watching his daughter gleefully,

"Yes, if done correctly you could have miniature versions of yourself running through Dragonstones halls, making your mother a grandma and I a grandsire." Dyanna hugged her father thankfully running from the room quickly, it didn't take a philosophical genius to realise her destination.