PIT OF VIPERS| A Fire and Blood fanfic

𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲; 𝗘𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗡𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗮 𝗩𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻

106 AC, Driftmark.

Lady Laena Velaryon

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ANGUISHED CRIES OF PAIN echoed through the halls of Driftmark. Nursing maids dashed to and from Princess Rhaenys' chambers.

Among them, the lady Laena Velyeron was standing eagerly outside the door. The septa assured her that her mother was strong, and the labors would soon conclude.

Laena knew her father prayed for the babe to be a boy, however, she had prayed to the Gods for a sister. What a joy it would be to have another playmate!

'Rhaenyra would be excited for a girl too.' Laena would retort in response to her father's yearning. The three of them would fly through the skies on dragon back and eat only cake.

Laenor was not present, opting to follow his father to do whatever men did,it didn't much interest Laena to know their doings.

Soon, the screams subsided, swiftly replaced with the loud sobs of a newborn babe.

The doors opened, the wet nurse smiled at Laena, ushering her into her mother's quarters.

Princess Rhaeny's eyes were closed, almost in reverence. Her mind was filled with thanks that she had delivered a strong babe, despite her age.

"Mother?" Laena called, interrupting her mother's prayers. She leaned over the bed where Rhaenys was propped up, forehead slick with sweat. Tired as she was,the princess managed a smile for her daughter.

"Come, my love, meet your sister." Rhaenys beckoned. Laena's smile stretched across her face, delighted.

Laena's valyrian purple eyes met with the same, staring back at her. Her sister. The babe had gentle brown skin, similar to her own and Laenor's. Dark wisps of Baratheon hair could be seen, a gift from her mother's ancestry.

"Her cheeks are quite fat," Laena stated, although her eyes were filled with adoration. Rhaenys scoffed softly at her daughter's musings.

Laena reached a hand to the newborn, squeezing her arm. For a moment, she could have sworn she had seen a ghost of a smile from the babe, she could not be sure though.

"Father wished for the name Laeron." Laena mused. She simply could not wait to rub it in his face that the Gods favored her request.

Rhaenys toyed with the babes loose strands of hair. Indeed her lord husband was cocksure with the chosen name. So much so, that she'd never had the mind to mule any over others.

"What about Laenora?" Rhaenys asked. She was only half serious, however her daughter's nose scrunched at the suggestion.

"She looks slightly different from Laenor and I," Laena said thoughtfully.

The babe should be bestowed a name that shows so.

"Nerissa!" Laena shouted with glee. It was the name of the gentle seas,a more than fitting name for a lady of Driftmark.

Rhaenys smiled, placing a kiss atop her head.

Nerissa...

A quiet hush fell over the faintly candlelit room. The wet nurse had put Nerissa down to sleep for the night.

The door creaked open as two pairs of soft footsteps entered the room.

Laena and her younger brother Laenor looked upon their new sister in awe. She truly was a gorgeous child.

In Laenor's hands was a pale white dragon egg, scales rimmed in brilliant gold.

"Which clutch is that one from?" Laena asked.

The egg was indeed an oddity. It was not particularly large and the scales were nearly reflective.

"Silverwing," Laenor responded. Ever so gently, he nestled the egg by Nerissa's side.

The swift dragon, previously mounted by the good queen Alysanne, had brought forth a plentiful clutch of eggs; Laenor felt compelled to pick the very best for his sister.

In a weeks time the egg would hatch. A she-dragon. With a milky body and gold creasted horns. The realm would come to know her as Sōnnax, the white flash.