perzys ānogār - house of the dragon

chapter 1

Rhaea never accepted Alicent as her new mother. Since Aemma passed due to childbirth, along with her baby brother, she felt alone, only having her father and sister by her side and no children of her age, being often forced to play with her half-brother Aegon.

Often Viserys asked his daughter and wife to spend time together in hopes of strengthening their weak bond. However, Rhaea rarely wished to spend time with Alicent, begging her father to accompany him, even in the dullest of council meetings, or her sister, who would tell her tales of dragons and the history behind their house.

Despite only being five summers, the girl understood many things: the trauma caused by her mother's and brother's death, her father marrying Alicent Hightower, her sister being announced as heir to the Iron Throne, and her dearest Uncle Daemon, who was off to war and has not been heard from for the past three years.

The only source of fun for the little girl was the many jokes she played on her father's hand and his daughter, often making them furious with her, but every time, they would have to hold their tongue if they had not wished to anger the King.

However, this time of the year was different than usual as Rhaea's sister's wedding was coming closer and closer, and the girl couldn't be more excited, helping Rhaenyra pick out the most beautiful dress in the whole seven realms. Her father planned to hold a seven-day celebration, from dinners to dances to tournaments. If Rhaea said she was excited, it would be an understatement.

"This one is so pretty, Nyra!" the little girl giggled as her sister spun around in her dress for the first day of celebration. Little Rhaea jumped around, mimicking her sister's moves as she laughed, "we are the most pretty princesses in the seven realms! We have pretty dresses, and we can dance and sing!"

Rhaenyra laughed at her baby sister's attitude and picked the girl up, "you are the most beautiful Princess out there, Rhaea."

Rhaea's eyes widened in happiness, and she giggled as her sister twirled her around as if they were dancing. She was already wearing a dress that was handsewn for her, the color black and red, as per her sister's request, which Rhaea didn't quite understand why, but she didn't question her.

Suddenly, the girls' dancing stopped when the two heard dragons roaring, and Rhaea quickly ran to the window to see two dragons flying towards their home along with hundreds of ships - the royal wedding guests. The little girl spun around as she laughed.

"They are here! The celebrations have begun!" Rhaea joyed loudly as she ran out of her sister's chamber, and the maids around her laughed.

"The guests are here!" The girl shouted as she ran around the castle, informing everyone of the guest's arrival; everyone laughed at the girl's evident excitement.

Rhaea had a tap in her step as she looked around the decorations in the hall; many tables filled with guests from the castle, leaving a few empty for the guests that Ser Harrold was about to announce.

The said man stood in the middle of the aisle as he shouted, "It is with great pleasure that His Grace, King Viserys, announces the start of the royal wedding celebrations." Applause boomed through the hall, and everyone cheered. Rhaea looked around in excitement at the happiness on everyone's faces.

"House Lannister with their lord, Jason Lannister. Lord Paramount of the West and Master of Casterly Rock," Ser Herrold announced as the Lannisters walked through the hall's doors. "House Hightower with their lord, Hobert Hightower. Beacon of the South, Defender of the Citadel, the voice of Oldtown. House Stark with their lord, Rickon Stark. Lord of Winterfell and the Warden of North."

Music ran along the halls as the Lannisters walked towards the Targaryen, bowing in respect before their King and his daughters'. Jason Lannister walked toward them confidently as the rest of his family walked toward their table.

"Congratulations, Your Grace," Lord Jason said, bowing his head. "You have made a fine match for the Princess."

"Thank you, Lord Jason," Rhaenyra smiled. "I could think of no better man, than Ser Laenor."

Lord Jason chuckled at her words, "Well, if this is only the welcome feast, I admit, I cannot imagine what you might have planned for the wedding."

"Well, my daughter is the future Queen. I wanted this to be a wedding for the histories," Viserys smiled in happiness as he looked at his daughter's.

"Where is the Queen? I had hoped to pay my respects," Lord Jason asked.

Rhaea's father sighed in an irritated manner as he looked towards the empty chair beside him. "I understand the Queen is still readying herself for the celebrations."

"This is why men wage war, because women would never be ready for the battle in time," Lord Jason looked as an awkward silence fell.

"Nyra, are we supposed to laugh?" Rhaea questioned her sister rather loudly as both her father and sister stifled laughs. Lord Jason looked around embarrassed, and paid his respects, heading towards his table.

The three looked around as they laughed quietly at Lord Jason before another house came forward.

"Your Grace, Primcess Rhaenyra, Princess Rhaea," the man bowed, along with what looked like his brother and a boy around Rhaea's age, who looked particularly displeased to be here.

"Lord Rickon," Viserys bowed his head before the man before speaking again.

Rhaea tuned out the men's conversation as she looked at the boy who was looking around at all the people who were attending. The girl nudged her sister, her eyes not leaving the boys, "Nyra, what is the boy's name?"

Rhaenyra thought for a second, trying to remember the boy's name. "Cregan Stark, I think, though I am not quite sure. Why do you ask, little sister? Do you fancy the boy?"

Rhaea blushed heavily at her sister's words and fumbled in embarrassment. "No! I was just curious!" the girl exclaimed a little too loudly as the men's conversation came to a halt, and they looked at her, along with the boy she had taken an interest in.

Rhaenyra giggled behind her hand at her sister's state before speaking. "Perhaps to strengthen our House's bonds, Lord Rickon, your son should have a dance with my sister along with me and my bethroed."

Rhaea looked at her sister in horror, especially when Lord Rickon and her father looked like it was the most fantastic idea ever. "I believe that to be a splendid idea, Princess." The boy, Cregan, didn't look any less mortified than she did, and as their eyes met, they both looked like they were going to faint any second now.

The men chatted for a few moments before they left, the Starks bowing their heads in respect before leaving.

Rhaea quickly slapped her sister's arm, "Nyra! Why did you do that?" However, Rhaenyra didn't have time to respond as another guest walked forward.

"Your Grace, Princess Rhaenyra, Princess Rhaea, congratulations are in order," a man spoke who Rhaenyra was quick to realize to be Ser Gerold, her Uncle's wife's family, one he did not talk so highly about, but Rhaea never dared to repeat his words.

"We are very honored to have you as a guest, Ser Gerold. I must say, I was most distressed to hear of the Lady Rhea's tragic passing," Viserys spoke in a condensing tone, both his daughters knowing he couldn't care less about Lady Rhea. "I am very sorry for your loss."

"Lady Rhea was a unique character. Her kind is not soon to be seen again," Ser Gerold spoke sadly.

"If there is anything the crown might do to aid House Royce-" Rhaaenyra was interrupted by the sudden drumming. Rhaea quietly squealed in delight as she came to realize who had arrived.

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