Fire and Blood | A.Targaryen

Court

Warnings - gore, death, kissing, fighting/violence

A/n - THANK YOU FOR READING

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As I landed on the courtyard and jumped from Selene's saddle my father stomped towards me. "Come Y/n we are going to court." He grabbed my wrist gently and dragged me behind him.

"What father why? I have only just gotten back surely I should change?" I rushed exasperatedly behind him as we continued onto the docks. We stopped as people were finishing up loading the ship.

The boys, Rhaena and the nurse stood with Rhaenyra as they waited patiently. My father pulled me over and stood next to his wife. She leaned over and smiled at me in a motherly sense. She has tried to take over the role of my mother and provide me that comfort, but it wasn't the same.

We boarded the boat the waves already softly swaying us. The wind was harsh and bitter. I stood on the deck and let my hand skim the breeze over the rails. Humming softly at the occasional splashing spray of water, fresh and awakening.

I pulled my hand back over as I heard the familiar footsteps of my cousin Jacerys. We had gotten closer over the years, forgiveness is a virtue. His hand met my shoulder with a gentle squeeze.

I turned and smiled at him, which he returned. "I heard you're learning the old tongue." He looked down and I laughed.

"Hardly. I keep forgetting or can't get my words out fast enough," he confessed with a frustrated sigh. "Where were you this morning, you missed breakfast and you usually join me for my lessons with the maester?"

"I just went for a ride with Selene, to get away from Dragonstone for while," my voice was quiet as I turned back around. The boy behind me hummed and walked away back to his brothers.

I did feel guilty for keeping secrets. I mean my stomach drops every time my father catches me returning or asks where I have been. I looked down back to watching the sloshing sea. Skimming my fingers over the scar that remains on my forehead.

The boat jostled as it came to a stop and we all piled off. I stood and watched amidst the chaos of people unloading the ship, the bustle of the red keep, the chatter of King's Landing.

The carriage rocked as we arrived at the dreaded place. "All hail Rhaenyra of house Targaryen. Princess of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne and her royal consort, Prince Daemon Targaryen." Rhaenyra pushed open the carriage door. We all filed out after her and my father awaiting to be received.

My father and Rhaenyra walked away with baby Aegon and Viserys to go meet the king. Suddenly I felt myself being pulled along again. I walked in tow with my two cousins as we ventured down to the training yard.

I giggled as we raced down the steps. Our feet slapped down onto the all to familiar gravel ground. I remember how my day was a constant beige and grey when my father sent me here to live: I was separated from those I loved , but my heart grew to love another in the end.

People turned and looked - their burning eyes trailed the path where our feet once were. Luke and I stopped at the weapons table as Jace laughed aloud seeing the dent where Luke had once injured him self.

He sauntered back over, shoulders still shaking from reminiscent giggles, "See? I told you this would still be here. And you thought you could swing Criston's morning star. And you almost took your own head off," he spoke boisterously as he ruffled his younger brother's hair.

My eyes followed the way my finger dragged across the rusted blade. Inhaling the permeated air deeply as I remembered how we would all have to spar each other. I looked up my gaze catching the way Lucerys's eyes lingered on the people bustling in the yard.