Many years ago Rhaenyra went with Daemon to a fleebottom brothel where they did things that if they were ever to be found out could come to be the downfall of her. Of course, she thought she was sneaky and wouldn't be caught. Oh how wrong she was.
The word of the heir to the iron throne and the prince's encounter spread like wildfire, and soon enough it was brought to king Viserys attention. He had banished his brother from kings landing and given Rhaenyra moon tea to prevent any possible "unwanted outcomes" from her night. But unknown to everyone else, she never drank it. Instead she pored it out and left the cup for the servants to collect when they came in to attend to the princess.
She tried to keep her secret, she married Ser Laenor Velaryon, her cousin, and was planing to make it look like the child was his. When her daughter was born however, she looked nothing like Ser Laenor Velaryon and her plan to keep her secret hidden had vanished. So she did the only thing she could think of to keep her reputation. She gave up her child. It wasn't as easy as that no. She said the child had died after being born and had her husband find a already dead babe to make it believable. She sent her daughter, Visenya, away to dorne with a young servant girl, who she had paid generously to take the babe.
After that, the fake child had been wrapped and burnt, a true Targaryen funeral. While she of course was sad to let her daughter go, she thought she had done what was best to keep her reputation and the iron throne in her grasp. Well as they say, you reap what you sow.
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Lost fire
FanfictionWhen Rhaenyra gave up her daughter from her encounter with daemon she thought nothing would come of it. Oh how she was wrong. Credits for book cover @atkincoutts20
