The Love of Dragons (HOTD)

A Newly Born Prince

I sat relaxed in an old leather chair while my youngest brother, Lucerys sat on the floor besides my twin brother Jacerys as they told stories. Ser Harwin, or otherwise known as Ser Harwin the Strong stood over me watching me with an intense stare as I practiced writing in High Valerian. He seemed to be attempting to make sense of what I was writing.

"What does that mean?" Ser Harwin asked with an intrigue tone in his voice. I stared at the one word that he had picked out from the thousands written on the parchment. My heartbeat spiked at the idea of irony, but I wouldn't dare speak my claims. I slowly looked up from the chair with a intrigued look.

"Father." I responded quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. We stared at one another in silence for a short few seconds before the main double doors slammed open as my mother came tumbling in, in pain. Behind her stood my father, Ser Laenor of House Velaroyn. My siblings bared no physical or even mental similarities to my father. The only thing we had in common was our silver hair, that I most likely inherited from my mother. My mother looked pale and ill as she stumbled in with sweat streaming down her face. Her hair was a in long mess of knots while her dress was loosely thrown on. She looked as if she had just returned from a heartfelt battle. Behind her stood my father clutching a small new born baby boy wrapped in a purple and golden blanket.

"Mother look" Lucerys called in excitement as he sprinted up to our mother with Jacerys following closely behind.

"We chose an egg for the baby." Luke cheered as he removed the lid displaying the dark colored egg.

"Ahh. That looks like the perfect one." My mother spoke calmly as she attempted to mask her pain. I almost cringed at the sight. Childbirth, something I planned to never do. Ser Harwin stepped up to my mother and father while staring down at the baby.

"I let Luke choose." Jace spoke holding his head up like he had made the biggest sacrifice of a lifetime.

"Thank you, Jace." Luke nodded his head towards our brother.

"Not every day an egg leaves the Dragonpit, Princess. I thought it best to escort the lads. Aemma had no interest in the pit." Ser Harwin informed changing his tone when he mentioned me. My mother and the Commander of the King's Guard stared at me with a frown as I continued to write in silence. I ignored their concerns and continued to practice my High Valerian. My family believed that they had to tread lightly around me whenever dragons were mentioned. Due to the fact that my dragon cradle egg never hatched. When Jace and I were infants my brothers egg hatched the first night the egg was laid besides him. Whereas with me, my egg remained in my bed well until I turned three. Luke's egg hatched on the fifth night. And now, speculation regarding my new siblings egg was the talk of the family. I was a child, at the ripe age of ten years old and I still cried myself to sleep almost every night wishing for my very own dragon. I was the child of two Valyrian families who had ridden dragons for hundreds of years. It was in my blood.

"Laenor and I thank you, Commander." My mother sighed in exhaustion as the Commander led her to a nearby chair.

"Another boy, I heard." Harwin stated looking amongst the couple.

"What a fine knight you are going to make, eh?" Laenor smiled down at the baby.

"Might I?" Harwin asked if he could hold my new baby brother. My father clutched the infant in his arms, rocking the baby as if he hadn't heard him.

"Ser Harwin wishes to be introduced to Joffrey." My mother reiterated causing my fathers head to snap up.

"Of course." My father murmured hesitantly handing the child off to Harwin the Strong.

"Joffrey, is it?" Harwin questioned accepting the infant into his arms. My father hummed a yes.

"Father, please may I hold Joffrey?" Lucerys asked attempting to get a better view of the baby. He reached out to grab the baby but my fathers hands swatted him away.

"No, no. No. Back to the Dragonpit for you children. Come on! Before they send out a search party." My father snatched up my brothers by their hands and began to drag them out.

"Aemma, how bout you accompany your brothers for a change?" My mother asked with a pleading smile while still looking like death. I groaned before standing up and beginning to march towards the door. My mothers warm hand grasped my arm stopping me in my tracks. For someone who had just delivered a baby she had a lot of strength.

"Please do try and make an effort." She silently begged giving me a stern look. I rolled my eyes before yanking myself free of her grasp and exiting the room and slamming the door behind me. The baby Joffrey began to sob at the loudness I had caused. The last thing I heard before marching down the corridors was Ser Harwin's chuckle in amusement as he spoke:

"Does she remind you of anyone?"