| CHAPTER TEN; Be Careful of the Bastard of the North | ——————————————————————————
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AT FOURTEEN, ORPHÉE BIRTHED her child. She had a boy, Drakon insisting on naming the baby boy after Targaryen...Aemond, which didn't surprise Orphée at all. In fact, she laughed when she heard the name. It was a very obvious that he would choose this name almost immediately, especially since that was his swords name as well.
Many believed that Drakon and Orphée were dead, alongside Aemond. But Sansa didn't. She couldn't bring herself to believe that Orphée had died. The same strong and fearless girl.
But when Daenerys returned to Dragonstone, she was first to solve the mystery of the missing three. Alongside Lord Varys, Grey Worm, Missandei, and Tyrion Lannister, who would be extremely shocked to see the little girl again. The doors leading great hall seemed to have already been open. A man gasped loudly upon seeing Orphée, Drakon, and Aemond in the corner. Drakon wielding his sword, "Grey Worm!" Tyrion began, but Daenerys stopped him.
"What are you doing in my home?" Daenerys asked the fifteen year old Orphée whom was holding her year-old, brown-headed baby boy.
"You could say we stumbled upon Dragonstone when I was in the midst of birthing my son, Aemond Zelophehad. His father, Drakon Zelophehad carried me up the very, very long pathway of steps and I birthed Aemond right in this very room.
Daenerys nodded, a smile growing on her face, "Well, who are you? And your age, if I may?"
"I am Orphée Stark, fifteen years old. My husband, Drakon is seventeen years old. We were married in the House of Bolton. Our son is only one, I beg that you do not harm our child, My Queen." Orphée smiled softly, bowing with Aemond held in her arms.
Tyrion stared as if he didn't recognize her. She had grown a lot in the past three years. Her hair was much longer, she was taller...of course. But her eyes were just as innocent as before, her lips still plump and cheeks as rosy as ever. Drakon looked extremely different as well. He looked like a man, very tall and intimidating. He looked like a king, Tyrion almost jumped in fright upon making eye contact with Drakon, due to his very sharp gaze and perfect posture.
"Your queen?" Daenerys repeated with an amused smile, already taking a liking to Orphée.
"Yes, My Queen. We hoped for your safe return, we cannot express how happy we are to have finally met you. We can only wish that you begin the legendary Targaryen upbringing, for it would be a miracle." Orphée happily replied, Drakon smirking and nodding.
"Your son is named Aemond...why?" Tyrion cut in, narrowing his eyes.
"As you can tell, we have great faith and respect for Targaryen's. There are many brave and interesting stories of the late Prince Aemond. Son of Viserys the First and Alicent Hightower." Drakon answered for his wife, nodding toward Aemond. "We have trust that our son will make an impact in this world as well."
