Fire and Blood | A.Targaryen

Fire and Funerals

Warnings - Death, mentioned child birth

A/n - All comments, reads, votes and those of you who have added it to your reading lists many thanks

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With my family alas. My heart can stop jumping out of my chest when Septa's voice loomed over me. I stood with my hands pressed against the stone ledge - not dull and ugly like the red keep. But a warm sunbathed beige. The wind kissed at my face as I stared out to the sea.

I leaned further excitement rampaging through my veins as I watched my father and mother. Caraxes flying straight up. My room being darkened as the vermilion scaled belly the flew past. I could no longer see them, but I knew they were far above me.

Carxe's whistle and Vahgar's heavy grunt called out like thunder in a summers sky. Green soon followed by red; rushing past my open window balcony. Their blonde hair trailed behind them. Once they were out of sight and hearing range I grabbed a book and sat on the ledge. 'The histories of the seven kingdoms.'

Kepa had gifted it to me for my seventh name day, he would read it to me till I would drift asleep and my head would rest on Muña's lap as my sister's rested either side of me. The blue soon turned orangey pink and the waves slowly sloshed against the shore. The bustling in the dinning rose me from seat on the ledge, my back growing sore from the ever-digging stone.

I walked into the quaint hall. The large table set out with an array of exotic foods you would never would have found at the seemingly never-ending dinners with King Viserys and his wife. I zoned out once the annoying man's voice began to drone on - I wish I had stayed in my room now.

"A toast to Aegon the Conqueror, your exalted forebear, who joined our cause against Volantis in the Century of Blood. On the great dragon Balerion," I lazily held my cup in the air my arm slowly growing tired. Not missing the way my father gave my mother a look, "he flew to our aid in Lys and burned a fleet of enemy ships, thus turning the tide."

My father stood up and we all raised our cups even higher. "Aegon the Conqueror."

"To Aegon." We all said our praise in unison. My perfect sisters smiling brightly at father, I rolled my eyes in hunger. My father drank from his cup finally sitting down.

Reggio's voice rejoiced again. "This brings me to some business. A proposal I wish to make in the spirit of honouring our storied alliance." Here we go. I gulped down a mouthful of wine and shovelled some pork into my mouth.

My mother's soothing voice calmed my mind as always, "If your aim is to marry one of our daughters, Your Excellence, you might have said so and spared us the history lesson."

I grew pale and just as fast as my apatite left, we left the dinner. Mother stood behind Rhaena and her soft hands pushed Baela and I along. I went into my chambers my bath already drawn. The mad undid my dress the cold biting at my naked skin.

Fully submerged. Surrounded by warm water, finally at peace. My eyes tired and droopy. My head tipped back, eyes closing just for a second. A raven cawed. The piercing noise making me jump. I stood up grabbing my robe and wrapped it around me. I put my arm out allowing the bird to hop onto my arm. I carried it inside. Taking the parchment from its beak. He flew from my arm back into the night.

I slipped on my night gown ready to go see father and mother to wish the goodnight. The parchment staring at me from where it rested on my desk as I left the room.

Finally, I found Rhaena. I knocked on the door and entered. She sat knees to her chest staring at the egg. I sat next to her watching as the fire danced iver the scaled egg. "You will have dragon Rhaena it may not be born to you, but I know you will be a strong dragon rider just as Aegon's wife Rhaenys was."

She leaned her head on your shoulder, "and you will be Visenya Y/n. What about Baela?"

She lifted her head and stared at me, "She can be Meraxes, but don't tell her I said that" I whispered and smiled as the girl giggled. We were startled by our mother's screams. "Wait here and do not move, okay?" She nodded and I ran out of the room.

"Kepa? Kepa!" I ran round the corner stopping as her screams stopped. My heart never left its place in my throat until it dropped to my stomach when I saw my father press his back to the wall. I saw the bottom of mother's dress dust around the corner of the open doorway that led to the beach where Vahgar rested.

I ran after her. Slowing to a stop when I saw my mother. I was about to call out until a weak "Dracarys," seeped from her chapped lips and Vahgar opened her mouth flurried swirls of fire flowed out. I felt sick. Bile rising to my throat.

"Leana!" That was my father, but he was muffled. I cried, gasping as no air entered my lungs as I ran forward. "Y/n! Y/n!" My father called after me.

"Muña! Muña!" It hurt. It hurt everywhere. I couldn't see. My vision became blurry with tears. I kicked and screamed louder as my father snatched me from the ground (finally having caught up). "Muña! Muña." My father pulled me away shushing me softly.

Baela and Rhaena stood in the doorway hands clasped together tears in their eyes. He finally let go of me and I fell to the floor sickened. I felt my sisters' arms around me. Baela's quiet voice asking father whether it was true then their bodies shaking with mine. I looked up at my father watching as he wiped his tears.

I opened the door sluggishly my warm room greeting me. I was about to be comforted by the soft sheets only for the roll of parchment to catch my eye. I got up crumpling it into my hand. I walked to the fire that illuminated the room in an orange hue tossing it in. Watching as the paper burned.

What was the point in reading it Aemond can just tell me all about it at the funeral.