"He's so tiny." Haeras words coming out in almost a whisper as she peered down at the tiny little scrunched up face in her mothers arms.
Rhaenyra smiled weakly, still exhausted from labor that had only ended mere hours ago, casting her eyes away from little Lucerys in her arms, she gazed at the four year old girl standing in front of her.
Her first born. Her sweet girl.
"It wasn't too long ago that you and Jace were the same size. Speaking of which, where is your brother?"
Haera dipped her head down to the infant, clearly preoccupied with her new baby brother. "With Father, they're choosing an egg for his crib—"
Rhaenyra opened her mouth to respond, only to fall silent when there was a gentle knock on her chamber doors. She called out hoarsely, voice practically gone after hours of screaming.
When the doors did open, the careful quiet in the room was broken as a shriek of joy left Haeras little lungs, the little girl bounding across the room before practically launching herself into the firm yet gentle arms of the Commander of the city watch.
"Ser Harwin, I have a little brother!"
Clearly used to the young girls antics, the man gave her the gentlest of smiles before giving the same to her mother, "I believe you have two of them now Princess." His voice as steady and as calm as the Blueburn River that flowed through the Kings Wood as he hoisted her properly into his arms.
"Forgive her Ser Harwin, it seems that despite all her lessons with the Septa she still cannot act like a proper lady." Rhaenyra spoke, no doubt talking about the way her first born had launched herself at the poor man.
Wrapping her tiny arms around her neck, she looked at her mother. "I don't want to be a lady. I want to be a warrior knight like Visenya. May I have a sword for my next name day mama?"
As Rhaenyra smiled, Ser Harwin let out a deep chuckle from his chest. "A bit too young still for such a fierce weapon, are you not little Dragon?"
"I'm not! I swear it! I'm a strong girl!" Haera cried, unaware of the small falter in both the commander and princesses smiles at her words.
Rhaenyra slowly rose from her seat, little baby Lucerys still cradled in her arms. "If you do well enough with your lessons with Septa Eathe I'll think about having Ser Harwin make a training sword for you."
"Really?!"
"I will have to discuss with your father." Rhaenyra added, closing the distance between her and her daughter, who still clung tightly to the commander of the city watch.
"If you choose do so Princess, I would be happy to give her some lessons." Harwin spoke, placing a careful and discrete kiss to the young girls head as he held her.
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The Gathering Storm | Aemond Targaryen
FanfictionHaera Velaryon was the first born child of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Ser Harwin Strong, born with her mothers intelligence and her fathers strength she is a force to be reckoned with. With a titles such as "the storm of Dragonstone"and the "Storm Prin...
