Ānogar ānograro
BLOOD OF MY BLOOD
Maegor Targaryen ended up having a son with Ceryse Hightower. The son was supposed to be the heir but was displaced by Jaehaerys Targaryen.
That son ended up creating a new cadet branch of Targaryens.
That branch en...
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"I can't believe Father is making me go through with this! I know he is my cousin and that he is kind and smart and honest, but do I not have a right to say who I shall spend the rest of my life with!" Rhaenyra ranted.
Daenys sighed while looking down at her daughter sitting on her lap. "Your father is not making you go through with this. The King is making his heir go through this. It is necessary for the realm that you must marry and continue the Targaryen line."
"That is part of the issue. When anyone sees me all they see is either the heir or the woman. Never both. What about what I want? Was my autonomy sacrificed the moment all those lords swore to me?" The Princess complained as she paced up and down the room.
"Alright, now you are making no sense. You are the heir and you are a woman." Daenys told her.
"Which words of mine confuse you so?" Rhaenyra asked as she stopped.
"Do you want the throne to be passed to Aegon?" Daenys asked frustratedly.
"No! Of course not!"
"Then perhaps you would like to see our century-old dynasty finished?"
"To make up your mind! Sacrifices must be made. You need to choose which ones. If you want less responsibility, then Aegon will be King. If you want to be heir to the Iron Throne, then you must marry. Stop all this whining about not getting what you want! Laenor Velaryon is the best option you could have. It is both strategic and comfortable. The world is never going to give you what you want, you must work with what you have! You want them to stop looking at you as a woman, stop depending on men for solutions and come up with them yourself!" Daenys burst.
The air was tense for a moment. Silence ensued before the two princesses. All that could be heard was the incoherent babble of Daena as she pulled on Daenys' hair.
Daenys' chest heaved as she ended her lecture. She didn't mean to explode on Rhaenyra, but the girl frustrated her to no end. She still lived life looking through a rose-coloured glass. She was still naive. Her naivety would be her downfall. It was better she realised what the world demanded of her now before it was too late.
Rhaenyra took a deep breath. She tentatively took a seat beside Daenys.
"I have been lost these past years. Mother would always what to do in times of need. She's gone and I can't talk to Alicent anymore. What would you have me do?" Rhaenyra asked in a gentle tone.
"I assume the reason for not wanting to marry Laenor is because you have a paramour?" Daenys questioned with a soft voice.
"I might."
"Someone who is not from a noble house?"
"Someone who my father would never accept."
Daenys sighed as she looked at the sweet face of Rhaenyra, "In that case, I have an inkling that Laenor's tastes don't vary from yours."
