Ice and Fire (Rhaenyra Targaryen x male reader)

Smallfolk

*The next day*

Having found something, Rhaenyra and Eddard have called a council meeting in the Chamber of the Painted Table. They, the other councilors, Jace and Beira, walk in as they see Corlys is already there. As they walk in and go to their seats, the 2 monarchs see that the Lord of the Tides has put on the Hand of the Queen pin

"Your Graces." he greets them.

Rhaenyra and Eddard smile at him before sitting down in their seats, letting the others know they can sit down as well

"Bring him forth." Corlys calls out loudly.

A Targaryen guard walks down the steps with Ser Steffon Darklyn behind him as the Lord Commander walks to the Painted Table. He then bows his head to his 2 monarchs

"Ser Steffon Darklyn, Your Graces." the Targaryen guard tells them.

"Is aught amiss, Your Graces?" Ser Steffon asks his 2 monarchs. "My lords." he greets them.

"We find ourselves, Ser Steffon, in an impossible position." Rhaenyra begins and inhales quietly. "We have lost Princess Rhaenys and her dragon. We hold an island seat with no land army. And I must not go to battle myself... as I am constantly told, lest I am slain or captured, and... with me, our hopes of victory." she explains, looking at the lords.

"There is still Daemon and Caraxes... and the Rivermen." Ser Steffon reminds her. "And the Northmen who are marching south." he adds.

"Daemon and Caraxes, and the Rivermen remain to be seen." Rhaenyra responds. "In any case, we must now proceed as if we stand alone." she continues.

"And we see now, that to do that, we need more dragonriders for Tanwena, Vermithor and Silverwing, and for Seasmoke, who I believe misses his bond." Eddard explains.

"But there are no more in your family, Your Graces." Ser Steffon tells her. "Your younger sons are babes." he reminds her.

"Mm." Rhaenyra responds.

"Mm, there is Princess Rhaena." Ser Steffon states.

"She has attempted it, alas, but the dragons here would not take her as a rider." Corlys informs him.

"Then who could do it?" Ser Steffon wonders.

"You." Rhaenyra and Eddard answer simply in unison.

Ser Steffon chuckles in surprise at this. Rhaenyra and Eddard then stand up

"You are of noble birth." Rhaenyra begins. "And I had always heard, as you know, that the Darklyns and the Targaryens had some common blood." she continues.

"We looked into the history, and indeed it is true." Eddard adds. "Your grandmother's grandmother, Aeriana, was born a Targaryen princess." he informs him.

Bartimos sighs at this, which Eddard notices, causing him to glance at the lord

"And we have been thinking, could it be possible?" Rhaenyra questions.

"To even consider such a thing." Ser Steffon responds, feeling honored.

"I must protest, Your Graces, the risk involved in such a venture..." Lord Celtigar tells them.

Ser Steffon then walks around the Table and to his 2 monarchs

"I am but a man. The dragons are gods." he says to them.