The Gathering Storm | Aemond Targaryen

Chapter 10

"Are you alright darling? You've barely eaten." Rhaenyra spoke, lowering her goblet to the table as she watched her daughter poke lazily at her breakfast with her fork, her chin resting in the palm of her other hand.

All of breakfast Haera had barley talked or eaten, her mind too busy with the words her grandfather had spoken to her and with her seemingly endless run-ins with Aemond.

Setting down her fork, Haera looked up towards her uncle and mother. "Might I be able to visit the Dragonpit today? I haven't seen Stormdancer in days in you now how dreadfully pathetic he becomes when we are apart."

Rhaenyra raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting that to be what was on her mind. Turning to share a look with her husband, the two spoke with only looks before Rhaenyra sighed.

"Not alone. You may go but Daemon will be joining you. The last thing I need is for you to go wreaking havoc throughout the streets of Kings Landing."

Haera gave her mother an amused grin, "and you think Uncle Daemon is the best chaperone? You used to tell me stories of him sneaking you out of the castle in the dead of night to go cause all kinds of mayhem—"

"Haera!"

At that, both ladies earned a chuckle from the man himself, Daemon leaning back to fold his arms over his chest as he reclined in his seat. "Telling Haera stories of us are you my dear wife?"

Clearly fighting the deep blush on her face, Rhaenyra turned to look at her husband, "she was young, I didn't think she would remember them. In both our defenses the stories about us where her favorite bedtime stories. They put her right to sleep."

With her own cup halfway to her lips, Haera spoke her next words casually. "Yes because they were so dreadfully boring-" her joking tone earning raised eyebrows from both her mother and uncle. "Now may we go please? I have had quite enough of this Keep to last a lifetime. I need fresh air." Haera added, tossing down her napkin as she rose from her seat, Daemon doing the same a moment later before pressing a kiss to his wife's cheek.

"I doubt you will find fresh air in this pig sty of a capitol." Daemon mused, as the two left the dining table and entered the vast halls of the keep.

"Could we go flying? I cannot stand seeing Stormdancer cooped up in that stone prison they call the Dragonpit."

Daemon waited till they had turned the corner before leaning in with a sly smirk, "why do you think I agreed to come along? Us Dragons are meant for the skies, not stone palaces."

Haera moved quick on her feet, taking the stairs two at a time as she went to change into her riding leathers. She would have gone to fetch Luke and Jace but they were currently with their grandfather. They could always go again tomorrow.

Not ten minutes later she was dashing across the outer yard and towards her uncle who held the reins of two horses in his hands.

"I thought you said you were going to be quick."

"You are not cursed with an existence of having to wear dresses." Haera breathed, taking the reins from his hands as she swung herself up into the saddle, Daemon following suit.

As the two members of the royal family plunged into the depths of Kings Landing, people stepped to the side at the sight of them, a usual occurrence whenever a Targaryen took to the streets.

It was much different than the night before. Last night nobody knew it was Haera underneath that plan black cloak. She was just another citizen.

But now- now she was back to being the Princess of Dragonstone. The first born of Rhaenyra Targaryen.