The Realm's Fright | HOTD S1 | Fem!OC x Aemond Targaryen Fanfiction

Chapter Six

127 AC, Dragonstone

At three and ten, Princess Alysanne Velaryon became a woman grown when her long-time maidservant Willa found a smear of blood on her bed. It quickly became common knowledge all over Dragonstone that she was fit to bear children.

Where her brothers were tall and strapping, she was tall and lithe, as was her mother, the Realm's Delight in her maiden days.

She was most seen by her mother's court wearing leather and trousers, but if she did wear a dress, it would be the colors of her late father's house. Ser Laenor was no longer around. It had been seven years since he was slain by his friend, Ser Qarl Correy, while attending a fair at Spicetown.

Alysanne mourned her father greatly but found solace a year later, along with a fuming hatred for her mother. Three years after Ser Laenor's death, Princess Rhaenyra married Prince Daemon in the tradition of their house, but without the King's blessing.

Her family moved to the ancestral seat of House Targaryen, where Rhaenyra ruled as Princess Of Dragonstone.

Alysanne was in the process of learning High Valyrian with her twin brother, their mother's heir. Along with Jacaerys, she was finding it difficult to pronounce even the shortest of words of the ancient language of Old Valyria. In their first session, they were to translate texts in the Common Tongue to High Valyrian.

"...And landed at the Blackwater Rush. Dranyot." Jace was muttering as he recited the High Valyrian word all over again.

"Dran'jot." The maester put forth, making Jacaerys hasten with his recital. He begins to hit his forehead with his clenched fist. Alysanne thought he was slowly driving himself into frustration.

The large doors of the hall thundered as they were opened. Alysanne looks up, seeing her pale-haired mother has come to visit them. Princess Rhaenyra's belly had swollen in no less than a month and she hopes it will be a girl for she has been yearning for another daughter since she remarried to Daemon.

Everytime her mother was with child, Alysanne would pray to the Gods they would not give what her mother wanted most. She would not want bear it, seeing the human embodiment of who she failed to be, to exist and to spite the very depths of her.

A daughter of pure Valyrian blood.

Her mother had already bore two new sons, both of silver of hair and purple of eyes. Aegon "the Younger" who was now four, who came out of his mother's womb a few months after his parents got married, and Viserys who was now two. Alysanne came to love her new pale-haired brothers, although she's afraid to say she will never feel the same for a younger sister.

"Perhaps that's enough for this morning." Princess Rhaenyra said, worried for her eldest child and heir.

"No," Jacaerys was quick to say. "No. I want to keep going. Maester?"

The Maester recites the text in clear High Valyrian for Jace to translate in the common tongue. Alysanne slumped back on her chair. Her head has never hurt this bad before.

"Aegon... ordered that the trees should be..." Jacaerys paused, anxious as he licked his lips. "Killed!"

"Felled. It is a related word." Princess Rhaenyra corrected. "I don't expect you to learn High Valyrian in a day, Jace."

"A king should honor the traditions of his forbears." The boy stated.

"Well, unless you're planning to depose your own mother, you have plenty of time to study."

Easy for you to say, mother, you don't have to prove anything, Alysanne resisted the urge to speak her thoughts aloud.

The doors thundered once more, causing Alysanne to curse aloud. "Seven hells, can the doors be closed in the quietest of manner?" She groaned.