𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐀 ── house of the dragon

ii | a baratheon name

ACT I — CHAPTER II
A Bᴀʀᴀᴛʜᴇᴏɴ Nᴀᴍᴇ

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Myra had wanted a sister, but she supposed that Joffrey would do.

She had been working on her studies with Helaena when one of her mother's handmaidens came into the library, telling her of her brother's birth. Myra leapt up from her chair, glad to leave the history of the Iron Islands behind, and followed the handmaiden to her mother's chambers.

When she arrived, instead of seeing her mother and the new baby, she saw Jace, Luke, and Ser Harwin.

"Myra!" Luke exclaimed, running over to her, "I picked an egg for the baby, come see!"

He dragged Myra over to the table where the cauldron sat. Myra gently took the lid off and saw the dragon egg inside, surrounded by embers.

It had become a tradition in their family for the previously born child to pick the new baby's egg. Myra had picked Jace's, Jace had picked Luke's, and now Luke had picked their new brother's.

"You made a wonderful choice. I am sure it will suit him well," Myra told him, kissing Luke's forehead and ruffling his hair. Luke took a step back from her, fixing his hair and smiling.

"How have your studies been, Princess?" Ser Harwin asked, smiling down at the young girl.

"As all studies go, dreadfully boring," Myra answered, sitting down on one of the armchairs, "I would much rather be in the training yard with you and my brothers."

"I would much rather you join us as well, but that is not up to me," Harwin said, a somber smile on his face as he looked down at her.

Before Myra could say anything, the door opened, and Rhaenyra and Laenor entered the room, the baby in her father's arms.

Myra stood up and went over to her father, trying to get a glimpse of the baby.

"Mother, look!" Jace said, running with Luke over to the cauldron. He carefully took the lid off, just as Myra had.

"We chose an egg for the baby," Luke told her, with the same excitement he had when he told his sister.

"That looks like the perfect one," Rhaenyra remarked, only glancing at the egg before going to take a seat. Myra, seeing the pain her mother was in, went to help her ease into her chair.

"Thank you, my darling," her mother said under her breath, just loud enough for only Myra to hear.

"I let Luke choose," Jace said, unaware of the exchange occurring between his mother and sister.

"Not every day an egg leaves the dragonpit, Princess," Harwin began, walking over to Laenor and the baby, "I thought it best to escort the lads.

"Laenor and I thank you, Commander," Rhaenyra said.

Her words were followed by an uncomfortable silence. Myra looked between the three adults. It was strange, she thought, to be aware of something that could never be spoken of.

"Another boy, I heard," Harwin added, smiling down at Rhaenyra.

Myra didn't like standing in between them, so she moved over to her father. Perhaps she could hold the baby.

"What a fine knight you are going to make, eh?" Laenor said softly, rocking the baby back and forth.

"Might I?" Harwin asked. Myra's shoulders sagged. She should've asked sooner.

"Ser Harwin wishes to be introduced to Joffrey," Rhaenyra said to Laenor.

Laenor had been off in his own world with the baby, and it took Rhaenyra's words to break her out of his daze.