"We come from pure strength Daenerys." Her brother told her as he flipped through the old tome. "Viserra Velaryon. As untamable as the sea itself. Her brother Aemar. A greenseer and a mighty warrior. Aemond Targaryen. Rider of Vhagar, the largest dr...
(Viserra is 34, Rhaenyra & Alicent are 38, Aegon is 23, Helaena is 21, Aemond & Maela are 20, Jace is 17, Rhaena & Baela are 18, Luke is 14, Daeron T is 14, Daenaera is 5, Jaehaerys & Jaehaera are 2, Maegor is an infant)
*per the show only 6 years passed between episodes 7 and 8, I made it 10 for my story*
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A roar bellowed out, across the air and over the sea. Viserra's attention was pulled to the nearest terrace as she looked to the sky for her beauty, wondering what had caused his cry.
It did not take her long to find out.
A trio of ships was breaking over the horizon, even from the distance they were at she could tell the colors they were flying were the teal and silver of House Velaryon.
"Mother!" she shouted as she turned and rushed back inside; heading to the Driftwood Throne where Princess Rhaenys had resided, reigning over Driftmark since her husband's departure.
By the time they assembled a group of guards and made their way down to the docks the ships were pulling into port. Immediately a mop of curly white hair caught her eye and without thinking she was rushing forward. The action surprised her as much as it did her husband as she threw her arms around Daeron and hugged him close.
He laughed, and it sounded like music, "If I had known going to war was what it took to win such affections from you dear wife perhaps I would have gone to battle much sooner."
"Do not jest about that." She replied into his shoulder before she pulled back to look at him. There were shadows in his eyes, haunts from years fighting, of watching their men die, watching their ships burn. But there was still the same old light in them that she recognized. "I am glad you are home safe."
He cupped her cheek and the light dimmed in his eyes for a moment, but he was quick to shake it off. Something over her shoulder caught his attentions and she released him from her hold to turn and see what it was. A smile graced her features when she saw him looking to Daenaera who was standing at her grandmother's feet, gripping her skirt. Viserra looked between the father and daughter for a moment before urging Daeron forward. He seemed a bit uneasy as he took a step, but when Daenaera grinned and ran to her father pure joy lit up his face. He knelt down to scoop her up and tossed her in the air as she giggled.
"You've gotten so big." He gushed as she hugged around his neck. The last time he had seen their daughter had been the day she was born. Now she was five, walking, talking, learning to be a little lady. Her egg from Meleys still had not hatched, but that was no concern for Viserra. She herself never hatched a dragon, nor did Laena, in time she was certain Daenaera would find a dragon of her own. But for now she seemed perfectly happy flying in her father's arms as he tossed and caught her.
