The Last Targaryens (WTS)

The Child Of Valyria

Kingslanding 30th day of the 12th moon

Aerys leads a bloodstained Daema down to the black dread skull. They both stand in silence as Daema glances at him from time to time before she breaks the silence.

"Do you mean to tell me why we are here?" Daema boldly asked.

"When I was a boy I visited a witch, named Tabitha. She said I would never marry the one I loved, that I'd marry the other sister out of duty. My first-born would be born from tragedy at the hall that shines of summer and that he would marry a descendant of Nymeria Martell and was to be cursed by a red witch and seduced by a Wolf of winter. He would sire four children but only one would survive childhood. And no matter who he loved he would always go back to the one who gave him his Visenya. My first-born daughter, the child born in near the ruins of Old Valyria, who ate her twin in the womb and sired her brother's child, Visenya. It is her who would unite ice and fire. She would be the queen after of Dynasty crumbled. And the last child a daughter would be born during the worst storm in living memory." Aerys informed her but was interrupted by a confused Daema.

"I do not understand." Jaehaerys said to Alysanne.

"You will soon enough, my love." Alysanne said patting his shoulder.

"Father I do not understand" Daema confessed.

"The two girls and the eldest's children would have no wealth, no lands, no armies only names. Then she showed me how you stepped out of the flames and was reborn. Though I must confess I cannot share anymore, but know the future is already set in motion, there is nothing that could change it, so please dont try." Aerys warned her.

"Is this what you brought me here for to tell me you know of mine and Rhaegar's child? And some uncertain future?" Daema said angrily as he ignored her once again.

"How could you be so tolerant to your daughter's mistake" Alicent said which caused Elia to throw a cup of Dornish red on her green dress.

"And I dont know how you could be so tolerant of your sons, they're disgusting, kin-slaying, drunk waste of space excuses for men."

This caused Aerys to smile seeing Elia defending his daughter and her child.

"Indulge me first daughter, when you think about ours ancestors and the dragons, what comes to your mind." Aerys grinned.

"I see the future of our Dynasty, we learn from and understand their actions so we can have better intentions, for the future." Daema said honestly.

"Here, read it." Aerys insists and he reaches for a dagger that was hidden in the torches.

"Is he?" Maegor asked shocked.

"I think he is." Visenya replied leaving those who did not know shocked.

"From my blood come the prince that was promised, and his will be the song of ice and fire." Daema draws a sharp breath as she takes in his new information in High Valyrian whilst holding on to the dagger.

"Our histories, they tell us that Aegon looked across the Blackwater from Dragonstone and saw a rich land ripe for the capture. But ambition alone is not what drove him to conquest; it was a dream. And just as Daenys foresaw the end of Valyria, Aegon foresaw the end of the world of men. 'Tis to begin with a terrible winter gusting out from the distant North. Aegon saw absolute darkness riding on those winds. And whatever dwells within will destroy the world of the living. When this Great Winter comes, Daema, all of Westeros must stand against it. And if the world of men is to survive, a Targaryen must be seated on the Iron Throne. A king or queen, strong enough to unite the realm against the cold and the dark. Aegon called his dream 'The Song of Ice and Fire.' This secret has been passed from king to heir since Aegon's time. Now you must promise to carry it and protect it." Aerys held her hands as he told her.

"I would say I'm not a prince, but the translation is not quite accurate." Daema told her father.

"What? What has happened?" Aegon the usurper asked half asleep which caused Rhaena to walk over and slap him all while screaming wake up.

"How so sweet girl?" Aerys asked with a small smile.

"In High Valyrian the noun has no gender so it would be 'the prince or princess who was promised shall bring the dawn.' Daema informed a shocked Aerys.

"See father Rhaenys could have been better, if she had been Queen" Aemon says stoically.

"But it could never be, Rhaegar is your heir!" Daema whispered harshly.

"Rhaegar is too soft, he will be a pushover for Tywin. But you won't, because you see him for what he truly is a cunt, a Lannister who wants the Throne as all the others do. Daema it was you all along, you were the true heir to the iron Throne. Do you think I told Rhaegar this? Not a chance." Aerys laughed out.

"So you never intended on having me as your heir did you." Rhaegar asked a bit disappointed.

"No, you aren't ready, your too much of a pushover" Aerys said emotionlessly.

"Also, you aren't marrying Jaime, originally you were to marry Corlys Velaryon but he has no intrest the women or men for that matter. So instead I want you to bring the Starks into the fold. I will not be announcing the breaking of your betrothal but by the time you are back in Kingslanding I expect my third grandchild to be marinating inside your womb. Now leave this place, I've got to see Canaerya and you have you pack" Aerys told her walking away leaving a shocked but smirking Daema.

"My brother's getting married." Lyanna screamed with joy as Brandon say still in shock which caused Catelyn to go red with anger still hating Daema Targaryen for taking her true love away from her.