In the midst of the dragon home, tensions arise and sides are chosen. To keep peace between the greens and blacks, Rhaenyra offers her eldest child, Aelanys Velaryon, to wed Alicent Hightower's son, Aegon II.
Aelanys knew being the eldest and futur...
The seven kingdoms soon heard about Princess Rhaenyra and Ser Laenor Velaryon's chaotic wedding. The realm still whispered many moons after the tragic incident.
Though, to the kingdom's surprise, the union between princess Rhaenyra and Ser Laenor seemed to be quite the match as news struck a babe was on the way.
King Viserys had been so overjoyed with the news, he hosted a feast in honor of his Daughter's firstborn.
With news of a royal babe on the way, the seven kingdom's reverted back to its old ways ── and to Rhaenyra's prayers, moved on to the next gossip.
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On a bright early morning, the realm's Delight had finally gone into labor. It had been a moon earlier than most expected but nonetheless the kingdom rejoiced.
Many crowded around the castle awaiting the news and talked of whether it would be a girl or boy.
Little did the realm folk know they should've been placing their wagers on the babe's hair color rather than the gender.
"A girl?" Viserys pondered with pure joy as he held the newborn.
Rhaenyra nodded with a faint smile as her hand maids cleaned her from the acts of labor.
"What shall my first grandchild be named?" He finally looked over at his exhausted daughter.
"I fear to be stuck between Visenya and...Aemma." Rhaenrya's eyes flickered to her father.
"Hm, Aemma. One of her eyes is the same shade of blue as hers once was. But, perhaps it would be too painful of a reminder..." Viserys touched his forehead to the babe's, sighing at the thought of his late wife.
"What of Visenya?" The heir gave a half smile toward her father.
"Would you like to know what your dear mother wanted to name our child had it been another girl?" Viserys averted the question as he looked into the babe's eyes reminiscing of holding his own daughter after she was born.
"Mother had a name picked out?" Rhaenyra sat up at his comment. It had been the first time the heir had knowledge of this.
Her father nodded, with a sorrowful smile.
"Aemma just adored the name. There was no talking her out of it." Viserys chuckled at the memories.
"What name would she have chosen?" The heir now fully sat up in her bed with the help of her nurse maids.
