Daeron's rooms, Maegor's Holdfast
131 AC
He was shoved into his room, servants bringing him food and water. Three days past before anyone came.
"Prince Daeron." a familiar voice said serenely and Daeron turned to see the rider of Silverwing.
"Lady Laela." he greeted. "Has the pretender decided my fate."
"Unlike your grandfather who would see all of your sister's line exterminated, we are not kinslayers." Laela said shortly, entering the room.
"By Westerosi law, the firstborn son inherits over all children." Daeron said.
"Westerosi, yes. But we are Targaryens, the Blood of Old Valyria." the light violet eyed lady said.
Daeron glared. The court would often gossip about the blood purity of the Blacks.
Rhaenyra's mother was a granddaughter of the Old King and her children had the most Valyrian blood after Daemon and Laela's brood.
"The precedent from the Great Council–"
"Yes, the precedent. Not the law. Rhaenyra has already settled the inheritance laws." Laela said. "In Valyria, it was the firstborn child who inherited despite the gender."
"Truly?" Daeron questioned.
"Where do you think the Rhoynar got the idea from? Daenys the Dreamer was older than Gaemon the Glorious by six months, so she was the heiress of Dragonstone, but she loved Gaemon enough to make him her co ruler. You can ask Aemma about it more, she knows more than I do."
And with that, the White Dragon left the room, having turned Daeron's world view upside down.
Daeron's rooms, Maegor's Holdfast
131 AC
Aemma came the next day and he asked his niece/crush about it.
"It's true. Visenya was the Lady of Dragonstone, and by Targaryen custom when she married Aegon and Rhaenys they became her co rulers. I looked through the old tomes and secret chambers, if there was a daughter before Aenys she would have been Queen and Aenys Prince Consort." Aemma said.
"I...I know so little about our customs and history." Daeron admitted. All he had been taught at Oldtown was Andal customs and traditions, nothing of Valyria.
"Don't worry. I can help." Aemma smiled.
Daeron smiled back.
Maybe... maybe everything had been told about the Blacks were lies. And if that was true, he wanted to be with his real family.
To be with Aemma until the end of his days.
That is today's chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it!
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