The Half Bastard Princess//Aemond Targaryen

10

The months have passed so quickly and it was close to Rhenee and Jacaerys birthday.

The twins planned outfits to wear for the tourney event at Kings Landing while their mother wrote many letters to other Lords for her daughter hand and in exchange support of her claim.

Only a few accepted the invitation but others didn't have a heir to offer but were willing to support her claim and will gladly accept the invitation to celebrate the twin's name day.

"You should wear black or red Jace." Rhenee suggested. "It is our color and I think it will bring out your eyes."

"I do have this," he lifts up the outfit choice. "I have not worn in years." He chuckled not sure if it would fit him.

The outfit is half black and red with gold embroidery. "Think the ladies will be swoon my me?"

"Always. You are Velaryon."

"And Strong."

"Father is handsome, obviously he got mother to have us." She whispered not wanting anyone to hear their conversation. "Do you think he be here with us if alive? I miss him and Laenor."

Jace moved around his bed to hug his sister who accepted his comfort. He placed a small kiss to her forehead and rubbed her shoulders. "Ser Harwin protected us and gave us his knowledge on how to protect ourselves. I will always be grateful. As for Ser Laenor he did his best for us to protect us from the harsh whispers cause he cared for mother and us as we were his own."

"Daemon may not show it but I know he cares. I know its not the same when it came from them. I appreciate everything he's done for mother and us. But a part of me always wonders."

Jacaerys understood what his sister meant and he would never force her to forget their father and Ser Laenor as they were a part of his life as well. "It does not matter who is our father is Rhenee . It only matters on how they raised us to be."

"And what is that brother?"

"To be courageous, strong and take care of ourselves and mother when the time of war is to come."

Rhenee stood in silence as her hand reached to the scar on her face. Ser Criston had done this my Alicent order and the only thing she can think about when it came to war was to kill the Queen and her lap dog. All she wanted was to see the fear in their eyes when she places a blade on their skin and deeply cut their skin to show even the highest of the monarchy can bleed.

"War is not the only thing we need to worry about brother it's the cunts who will start it. I will have their heads, and burn their body's as they are not worthy being eaten by our dragons."

Jace nods agrees. "So what will you wear to seduce your future husband at the tournament?"

"Probably something that reveals my breast." She smirked making Jace chuckle. "Something for the Hightowers to choke on their wine when I come in representing our house colors and not that green shit they wear."

"So something black?"

"Let's make my marriage arrangement a funeral for the people who dare call us bastards."

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Kings Landing

11 years had passed at Kings Landing as the King had been sending and receiving letters from his daughter Rhaenyra as she proposed a tournament for her twins as their eighth teen name day is to come.

He was pleased to hear of the news they wanted to come and visit soon so he granted her permission to arrive while he notified Otto Hightower of the coming events which put him off at first but agreed to set up the arrangement.