Rhaenyra sat the throne with confidence, looking upon her people with care. 'My Lords, My Ladies, you are gathered here today to swear fealty to my son, Jacaerys Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone, and Heir to The Iron Throne.' She declared. Jace had been anointed from Velaryon to Targaryen to cement his position as heir. He stood before his mother, kneeling. She did not smile, for worry that it may come across as weak, but you could see the pride in her eyes from realms away. 'Come, pledge fealty to your future king, rise, Jacaerys.'
Jace stood and nodded at his mother as he turned towards the group of nobles, Viserra, being his closest relative not on the throne was first in line to pledge fealty. She knelt before her brother, 'I, Princess Viserra Velaryon, swear to obey Prince Jacaerys Targaryen, acknowledge him as the rightful heir to the throne, and protect him to the best of my ability.' She spoke, nervous that she messed up her oath, she rose, receiving a nod from her brother, and walked to her family's side,
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Aemond joined her side soon after. 'Viserra.' He spoke lowly, annoying his niece further.
He wasn't going to get any mercy off of her, that much he knew.
But he could try, feckless as it was.
She stood there without replying, he would not get the satisfaction. 'How long do you plan on ignoring me?' he asked, a slight bit more normalcy in his voice.
'As long as it takes for you to fuck off.' She hissed, not even caring to face him.
He was terribly amused, 'Why are you so happy?' She asked, more irritated than ever.
He's mad too, great.
'Because,' He began, turning with a spring in his step, 'you just look so very lovely this morrow.' he smirked down at his niece, a maiden of eight and ten, a woman grown.
He could grovel for the pretty princess as much as he liked, it would help him not.
The prince knew that all too well, but annoyance had always been the way to break her barrier, so he had to give it one last try.
She scoffed at his happiness, 'Heavens help me.' She mused, growing more annoyed at his happiness by the second. Why was he so joyous? She wanted to rip his head off. She wanted to rip his clothes off. Emotions were running high.
Every day he fucked with her.
She couldn't get a second of peace without her uncle breathing down her neck and softening her resolve.
I hate him.
She didn't even believe herself.
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Rhaenyra rose from her seat in The Great Hall, overlooking her subjects who were dining happily. 'My dear nobles, today I stand before you with a heart full of gratitude and appreciation for the unwavering allegiance and backing you have shown by pledging fealty to Jacaerys, The Prince Of Dragonstone. Your commitment to our kingdom and your trust in the future of House Targaryen fills me with immense pride and reassurance. Your unconditional support is the foundation on which our kingdom stands, and together, we shall continue to thrive and flourish peacefully, as one united realm!' Rhaenyra declared to her people, receiving cheers as she sat down, Daemon pushing her chair back in and caressing her stomach.
The royal table was bustling with energy, unlike Viserra.
'Tell me, my dear, what would you like for your wedding present?' Aemond asked his niece curiously, his head resting on his elbow turned towards her.
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Reminisce // Aemond Targaryen
Fanfiction"Tales of her beauty reached across the kingdoms, 'The realm's delight reborn', however, her namesake reflected in her every step." - Maester Warrick Tarly. Viserra Velaryon, true born daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon is in an impo...
