" Gods, Vhaelyra, you look wonderful." Helaena smiled, setting her hand on her sisters cheek.
" Thank you Helaena.." Vhaelyra smiled, leaning into her sisters touch.
The two of them were close as could be, Vhaelyra only being two years older than Helaena, her protector if you would.
" There is a beast beneath the boards.." Helaena muttered, staring off.
" Hm?" Vhaelyra asked, before turning to the door as it opened.
" Queen Vhaelyra Targaryen. Has a ring to it, if only father had originally named you heir." Aegon smiled, walking into the room. Helaena stepped away from the Queen to be, as Aegon picked her up and spun her around.
" Means you will have to be one of two kings, dear." Vhaelyra smiled.
" I don't care, there will be another to do all the dirty work." He smirked.
" So I have to do it all then?" Aemond spoke as he walked into the room, kissing Vhaelyras cheek.
" I can help." Vhaelyra smiled.
" Princess, Princes. Its time to take your place." They nodded, smiling to the soon to be Queen of Westeros.
Vhaelyra sighed, taking deep breaths as she was led to her place, her green cape swaying on the floor behind her.
" People of Kings Landing!" Otto Hightower shouts, looking over the crowd. " Today is the saddest of days. Our beloved King, Viserys the Peaceful, is dead."
The smallfolk break out in worried chatter, looking around.
" But it is also the most joyous of days." He forces a smile, a small glare being shot at his daughter. It was no secret he didnt like the idea of a Queen, nor of Rhaenyra being Queen. That included Rhaenyras spawn being on the throne, no matter who raised the babe. " For as his spirit left us, he whispered his final wish. That his firstborn grandchild, Vhaelyra Targaryen, should succeed him."
"Grandchild?" Erupted the crowd, worried chatter.
" Thats right. Princess Vhaelyra is Princess Rhaenyras child! Born out of Wedlock, with her sworn sword. But we must not forget what we are here for."
The crowds cheers, as guards move out.
" Guards!" A shout. " Out of the way, Move!" Another shout at the crowd. " Halt! Turn!" The guards make a path, raising up their swords in a pointed arc.
" It is your great good fortune and privilege to be here to witness this. A new day for our city. A new day for our realm. The first Queen to lead us!"
Vhaelyra walks down the path of swords, her hand resting on the hilt of the sword blackfyre, the other resting on the hilt of the dagger her grandfather always had.
She walks up the steps, her long cape draping over them, as she kneels infront of the priest.
" May the warrior give her courage. May the smith lend strength to her sword and sheild. May the father defend her in her need. May the crone lift her shining lamp and light her way to wisdom." The priest moves out of the way, as her father comes up and stands infront of her, hold Aegon the Conquerors crown.
" The crown of the Conqueror, passed down through generations." He lifts it up, as the crowd erupts in cheers, before setting the crown on her head. He nods, as she stands, turning her body to face the crowd, her cape still draping over the steps.
" Let the seven bear witness, Vhaelyra Targaryen is the true heir to the iron throne." Criston speaks, the crowd cheering. " All hail her grace, Vhaelyra, First of her name, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the realm!"
The bell tolls, as Vhaelyra draws her sword, holding it up in the air.
" Vhaelyra the Queen!" The crowd chants.
She looks to her aunt, her uncles, her grandmother. They all smile, then Helaenas face turns to one of worry.
A screech fills the air outside of the dragon pit. Valyr. Vhaelyras heart races, as something bursts through the ground, She throws her hand up to sheild her face, searing pain spreading across her cheek, and thigh. Valyr's screeches grow louder, banging at the closed doors.
A dragon roaring. Screaming. Vhaelyra opens her eyes, looking through the dust cloud, a face growing near. Aemond runs forward, his sword drawn as well, standing by her side. Aegon follows, standing on her other side.
" Open the doors! Open the doors!" The crowd screams, banging on them.
Another screech fills the air. Not from Valyr, or the dragon infront of her. Behind her the floor bursts open, Alicent and Otto sheilding Helaena.
" The Black Dread!" The crowd screams.
" Open the doors!" More screams.
Vhaelyra turns, the large black dragon snarling at the Red Queen infront of her.
He was protecting Vhaelyra, someone who isnt his rider.
She turns back to the dragon infront of her, as the dragon roars, spittle going all over Vhaelyra.
The doors open. Valyr still cant get into the small pit.
The Red Queen turns, flying out of the doors, her rider on her back.
Balerion the Black dread snarls. Vhaelyra turns to him, walking towards him.
" Vhae, No!" Aemond screams, but she shakes her head.
" Wait." She speaks, walking up to the dragon.
He looks to her, huffing, smoke flying out his nostrils.
" He wont hurt me. We are bonded." She speaks softly, reaching her hand out to him, smiling when he nudges his scales against it.
The Queen, The first to bond with two dragons.
The Blacks had no chance of winning a war if they were to start one.
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The Devil's Heart
Roman d'amourVhaelyra Targaryen is a mistake child. She was the only child of Princess Rhaenyra and Ser Criston Cole. Neither parent wanted her, so she was taken in by Queen Alicent Hightower, and raised alongside Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond. She was older than t...
