And The Flame Awakens. ( Aemma Targaryen )ⁱⁿ ᵖʳᵒᵍʳᵉˢˢ

four - its queen rhaenrya now.

"Her term is far from complete, Princess. This should not be happening," The maester whispers to me as I watch Rhaenrya pacing back and forth through her chambers.
"It's fucking happening," Rhaenrya shouts, throwing her hand towel at the maester. "Aemma, daughter, whatever claim remains to me, you are now its heir. Naught is to be done but by my command."
"Yes Mother," I unwittingly submit
"Your brothers."
"Yes, mother." I turn around, walking out of Rhaenryas's chambers, her screams echoing down the halls.
I reach where my brother's train, "Our grandsire, King Viserys, has died."
"Viserys?" Luc drops his sword turning all his attention towards me.
"The Greens have repudiated the succession and claimed the Iron Throne. Aegon has been crowned king. I seen it with my own eyes."
"Helaena!" Jacaerys eyes go wide, dropping his sword.
"I saw her also, she was there but it was obvious it was forced."
"I must go for you," Jacaerys demands.
"Patience brother, she will come," I calmly state and hope.
"What is to be done?"
"Nothing yet, Mother is having the baby as we speak until then we wait," I force myself to say for the sake of my family's life.
"And where is Daemon?" Lucerys asks.
Where I should also be.
"Gone to madness, to plot his war probably. Leave him to himself, brother. Go see our mother and Jace, you come with me."

I walk through the court doors, unready for the disappointment on my father's face when I stop him.
"I'll fly to the Riverlands myself and affirm Lord Tully's support," Daemon says, twisting his sword in his hands.
"You will do no such things," I stop at the end of the table, glaring at my father. "My mother has decreed no action be taken while she's abed."
He turns from our glare, "It's good you're here, young Prince. You're needed to patrol the skies on Vermax."
"Did you hear what I said? She named me heir, Father."
He scoffs sending the room clear.
Still glaring at Daemon, "Come little brother, let me show you the true meaning of loyalty."

"You swore an oath as knights of the Kingsguard," Daemon shouts, his hand crossed in front of him staring at the knights below him.
"As do all who wear the white cloak, my prince."
"To whom?"
"I swore first to King Jaehaerys, my prince." The knight answered, shaking in his suit. "And then to His Grace, King Viserys, when he succeeded him."
I step out from behind Daemon and so does Jacaerys, shocking the knights. "Do you acknowledge the true line of succession?"
"Yes, princess," they say, confidence overfilling me when they now show fear on their faces.
"And do you recall who King Viserys named as his heir before his death?"
"Princess Rhaenyra," their heads lower.
"Hmm," I hum as Drogon climbs up the mountain behind me. The knights back up to the edge of the cliff, fear overflowing them.
"I'm presenting you with a choice. Bend the knee and swear anew your oath to Rhaenyra as your queen... and to I as the heir to the Iron Throne" Drogon screeches. "Or betray her and die."
Quickly they fall to the ground, terrified. I smirk but it only stays for so long when the maestor runs down the cliff.
"The babe.." He lowers his head, leaking the answer from only that.

That afternoon at Dragonstone, we stood still and quiet, as Rhaenrya stared at her babe wrapped in the cloth, burn. For hours, I stood with my brothers and sisters, watching our mother grieve, for her father, her throne, her babe, the only true thing stopping me from flying to Kings Landing myself.
I, being the first to notice the knight wearing the colors of Kings Landing walk from the rocks behind, pull my sword from my side and so do the other knights and Daemon.
"I mean no harm, brothers," He says raising his hand, they lower their swords slightly.
As he reaches where Rhaenrya stands, he kneels, pulling Viserys's crown out. "I swear to ward the queen, with all my strength.. and give my blood for hers. I shall take no wife.. hold no lands.. father no children. I shall guard her secrets.. obey her commands.. ride at her side, and defend her name and honor.
Daemon goes for the crown but I quickly step in front of him, lifting it in the air so everybody can see. "Queen Rhaenrya," I shout to the crowd in front of me. "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."
I prop the crown on her head, tears falling down my cheeks watching my broken mother stare out to the distance. I kneel in front of her and she turns, surprised for it being the first time I've submitted to anybody in my entire life. She turns to the crowd, Daemon kneeling first, Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffery following. The rest going down the line.
I lift my head up, "Your grace."