Daemons Emerald|| Daemon Targaryen

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viserys' pov
i enter the room seeing the midwives with alicent. it's said we're to have twins telling by the growth of her stomach. i sit beside her as she screams and pushes. and then i hear it...a cry. "a girl your grace!" a girl? a small babe is cleaned and placed in my hands. perfection. her eyes open and i fall in love with her. i hear alicent cry out again. then another "a boy your grace!" i grin as alicent takes the boy. and i look at my princess and say "visenya" alicent nods "a perfect name for our princess" i look at my boy. the one i wanted so badly with aemma but have with alicent. "aegon"

3 years later

my princess has grown and so has my boy. we have another girl now named helaena. but my new focus is on visenya. she's loved by all. truly. she sits with me on the throne and in council meetings already. i even had a replica of my crown made for her. ashe doesn't go anywhere without it. she's just 3 and a perfect heir already. rhaenyras proven to not be. i've decided to name visenya my heir. she's only three and is exceptionally smart for her age. i sit with her on my lap and she coos "papa" warming my heart in a way it hasn't been warmed since rhaenyra was young and aemma was still alive. i didn't think alicent would bring me something that soothes my soul the way visenya does. i grin "yes my princess" as she plays with the dragon piece her mother once fixed for me years ago "dragon" i smile "do you wish to see yours sweetling?" she hatched 3. fierce little things they are. i couldn't choose just one for her cradle. i put the best three with her and figured the one that hatched would be yours. but my perfect angel hatched 3. they grow with her. they'll be the one thing that'll keep her safe. she repeats "dragon" i kiss her head "come lets see the dragons then" taking her with me.

we head to the pit and her boys are brought out. i eye the black and the red beast "he's a bit large for his age isn't he?" noting his brothers are indeed a bit smaller. the dragon keeper says "he grows because he eats the most your grace. it seems his appetite knows no bounds. and neither does his spirit" "fyre" she calls excitedly and squirms out my arms and i say "careful visenya" as she runs to her beast. bloodfyre is his name. they're about the size of large dogs now. but bloodfyre is more about the size of a wolf. i watch with a smile as she hugs her companions. he hisses our way flaring up but softens with her touch. i chuckle "what a sight. she's going to be a great dragon rider one day don't you agree" "we do. we only worry the beast will turn to eating smaller dragons if he's not fed enough to quench his constant hunger" the dragon keeper says and i say "then keep him fed. my we have a mother balerion on our hands"

watching her sit with them babbling. soon she gets tired and returns to me tugging at my pants rubbing her eyes. i grin and pick her up and say "i got you princess get some rest" walking back to the keep as the dragon keepers put her companions away. i walk and see rhaenyra and i grin "rhaenyra. come we have much to discuss" she nods "okay" following me to the council chambers. i sit and have my sweet visenya on my lap as she naps. "what is it your grace?" otto speaks smiling softly seeing the sleeping girl in my lap.

"i wish to change the succession" i speak and rhaenyra asks "what?! i am your heir. and you mean to what? replace me with my brother?" i shake my head "rhaenyra you show no interest in ruling. you blow off your lessons. you detest the thought of marrying to secure a line" she huffs "and what father? a three year old shows much promise? he's three and can't even form full sentences yet" i say "visenya shows a lot of promise actually. she reads well for her age. she's already adored among the realm. shows an interest despite her age." "you mean to replace me with another girl? not even the boy you yearned so much for?" she snaps. i sigh "you never wanted this in the first place. you didn't rhaenyra and now im setting you free" she says "and now i do want it father." "you have never proven it" i tell her. and she scoffs "and she has? father she's a hightower seed. a taint to our family line! the gods won't-" i snap "enough rhaenyra! if you wish to talk of blood your mother was an arryn. not fully targaryen either! she's just as much targaryen as you are. i will not have you dispute her blood in this way or any. she's only 3 and hatched 3 dragons a feat no one's ever done by themselves! i will hear no more of blood purity. she is the heir to the throne and will be sworn in shortly as such and when she's older she'll be sworn in once more." and she stomps off. i sigh. i ask the council "do you think this is the right decision" as my angel wakes presumably from the shouting "papa" i grin "yes visenya?" she says "daem?" daemon. they only met a handful of times but she indeed does like him seemingly. but he's off again to the stepstones this time. who knows if he'll be back. "he'll come back soon my sweet" kissing her head. she nods and asks "meeting?" looking at everyone and i grin "yes a meeting" she grabs my marble and puts it in its place and looks to me and i nod. otto says "very well princess" with a smile and she smiles at her grandsire. "otto" she smiles and reaches for him and he takes her "why hello granddaughter" tickling her side and she giggles "hi" he offers her sweets and she takes it and i say "say thank you princess" "thank you grandpa" she says eating and he kisses her head "you're welcome" and i ask "well?" and lyonel says "a good idea your grace. but why take one daughter and replace her with another. princess Visenya is young. rhaenyra is older and able" i speak "but she doesn't want to. she blows off her lessons that are important to have to do this duty. she refuses to meet here. i fear she is not fit. she's aloof and disinterested just as daemon" lord beesbury says "the princess visenya is a fine choice. she's quite adored already. she has 3 dragons to her name, if she stays the course and continues this way she'll be the greatest queen since rhaenys and the first visenya" i look at my daughter who's being amused by her grandsire, such a out of character thing for otto, showing emotion, joy at that. but that's visenya. she brings out the best in all of us. "no lord beesbury...she's going to be better than that"