HOTD SI: The Bloody Prince (OC x Rhaenyra)(OC x Alicent)

Part 1

Chapter 1-A Bloody Prince!

The ancient castle of Runestone Castle was rife with the screams of a babe in so many years. The union between the House Royce and Targaryen had proven itself to be a disaster yet to the relief of many, the solitary and rather compulsory bedding had borne its fruit, with the Lady of Runestone falling pregnant on the first moon of her marriage.

And now, after nine months of labor, Runestone welcomed a babe in its Hall. A babe that many had thought would bridge the icy and frigid relationship between Lady Rhea and her Lord husband, the Rogue Prince.

Yet one glimpse into the happenings of Runestone on this rather joyous occasion was enough to put down such hopeful thoughts.

"I thought I was clear on what name my child was to have," the young Prince raged. His pride, wounded one too many times now, had just received another massive hit.

"And I never agreed to this, and this is my babe as well," Lady Rhea rejoiced as she held her child in her arms, weak and weary from her labors, yet she remained unyielding in the face of her lord husband's rage.

"You spite me! Both you and that child!" the young Prince roared.

"You name him against my wishes, and he with his hair. I refuse to believe that any son of mine shall be born with hair like that!" in his rage, the Prince accused his lady wife of much more.

"Think carefully of how you speak!"

"I WILL SPEAK AS I WISH!"

"Then you shall do so in some other place," Lady challenged, and the Prince's fists balled up at that insult as he gritted his teeth.

"Then that is what I shall do!"

And so, the Blood Wyrm shall take to the skies once more and head to Kingslanding, where, despite many pleas and punishments, he would refuse to return to the lands of his wife.

ARNOLD ARRYN

There were some things known to men by tradition. Traditions that had lasted for a thousand years, and it was this very tradition that named him Lord of the Eyrie.

It was well known that a son came before a daughter, that women were too were too soft to rule, let alone rule over lands of the Vale, lands rife with honored knights and wretched mountain clansmen. This was a man's job, yet many would rush forth to deny him his right.

They would stand against him, deny him what was his by the tradition of over a thousand years as they sat a little girl on the throne of the Eyrie, letting a woman rule over them.

Yet he would not let go of what was his by right and rise in rebellion, yet those jealous of him numbered more, and he would taste defeat as that accused Lord of Runestone acted as her hand and squashed his forces, forcing him to swear fealty to a small child.

An insult he would never forget, and so he would seethe in rage, waiting for an opportunity to take back his right as he gathered support for his cause.

Years would pass, and the old Lord Yorbert Royce of Runestone would grow older still. The realm would have a new King, one who would ascend the throne, denying it to his older female cousin, the same right which would have him rule over the lands of the Vale.

The Targaryens were a problem, House Royce had married into the Royal family with Yorbert's Royce only daughter marrying the Rogue Prince, yet nothing but scorn would come from the match.

The Targaryen Prince would scorn his wife and her lands and had left a few months after the wedding only to return once since then, at the birth of his son but leave again in rage and frustration as he found the boy impure with his brown Royce hair, rather than the flowy silverish blonde of his sire's family.