Aaliyah Sepher is the youngest queen the people of the sky have ever known. For the Sepher an heir is not chosen by the king but chosen by a greater power. The ruler would be born with pure silver hair and the mark of a dragon on her back one for ea...
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I stood next to Rhaenyra as we stood in front of Seasmoke and the nameless rider. "You stand before the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and the Queen of Skies.", Rhaenyra stated. "You stand with a dragon of house Targaryen!", I yelled.
"I had no design upon it!", he shouted back so I could hear him. "What do you want?", Rhaenyra asked. "To learn the ways of dragonriders. And to serve my Queens.", the man answered kneeling onto one knee.
Rhaenyra and I gave each other a look before walking towards the man. Dārys and Syrax following closely behind us. As we moved closer Seasmoke got closer to his rider. Too protect him if we tried to hurt the man he claimed.
"You kneel quickly for a man so suddenly elevated.", I spoke. "This dragon came to me, not I to him. I have sweated blood in service of House Velaryon. I may appear lowborn but I know much and more of service! And if the gods call me to greater things,who am I to refuse them?", he responded.
As we stood in front of him we looked down. "Stand.", Rhaenyra stated. "What is your parentage?", I questioned. "My mother was a shipwright. My father is...no one of consequence.", he answered. "Your ancestors, any of House Targaryen?", Rhaenyra asked. "We're not the sort of family to keep annals, Your Grace.", he said.
"What is your name?", I questioned. "Addam, of Hull.", he spoke. "You have done something I feared impossible, Addam of Hull. I am glad of it.", Rhaenyra told him. "Do you think you can get him to Dragonstone?", I asked. "I can try.", Addam answered.
We stood with Mysaria in the room of scrolls as I liked to call it. "So he serves his Queens and not himself. That is lucky.", Mysaria said. "Lucky? Or somehow ordained? Seasmoke chose him. He surely has Targaryen blood in him somewhere. The dragon must sense it. There will be others.", Rhaenyra whispered.
"We may find riders for Vermithor and Silverwing.", I said. "You both trust this man?", Mysaria asked. "What choice do we have?", Rhaenyra questioned. "He had a dragon. Without him, there is only Syrax, Dārys, and Sylvia now that Daria can no longer fight.", I whispered.
"Which may give Aemond second thought. The question is where to look. Targaryen blood was perhaps too thin in Ser Steffon Darklyn. If I can find others with a more direct line of breeding.", Rhaenyra said. I hear Mysaria let out a slight laugh.
"Forgive me, Your Grace, but you are better served looking under the sheets and in the woodpiles. I once worked in a pleasure house where generations of Targaryen princelings had their revels. There are four score of their bastard progeny at least, that are known to me. There are sure to be more. Perhaps some here, on Dragonstone the misbegotten offspring of your house.", Mysaria told us.
"You speak of the lowborn.", Rhaenyra whispered. "They are as like to serve you as highborn lords or ladies, perhaps more.", Mysaria said. "But in the highborn houses there is an ancient fealty. There is honor.", I said.
"Her royal half-brother Aegon and Aemond whose blood is pure, who rage was against the Queen for her throne. ", Mysaria replied. "The highborns shall not agree.", Rhaenyra whispered. "A common shipwright vows to serve you while your brothers seek to destroy you. The order of things has changed, Your Graces. Why not embrace it?", Mysaria questioned.
"For twenty years the lords of this realm levied insults at my sons behind my back. Well then, let us raise an army of bastards.", Rhaenyra stated. "May the gods give us strength.", I whispered.
It had gotten later into the night. Rhaenyra and I looked down at the book. "The lowborn claiming dragons, was it her idea? Lady Mysaria?", Jace asked walking into the room. "You were enthusiastic enough when Ser Steffon made his claim.", Nyra answered.
"He was the Lord Commander of your Queensguard. Heir to the Dun Fort. These people are...", Jace spoke before I cut him off. "Courageous.", I stated. "Mongrels.", he responded. He turned around walking away.
"Jace.", Nyra said. "Think what is at stake.", I told him. "I know well what is at stake, mothers. House Targaryen is the blood of the dragon. If any may lay claim to it, what are we then?", Jace questioned. "The rightful rulers of the Seven Kingdoms.", Nyra answered.
"And what if one of those baseborn silver- haired dragonriders decides he wants to rule the Seven Kingdoms? Did the Conquerors dream foretell that?", Jace asked. "What else would you have had us do?", Nyra questioned.
"Prosecute a war, which we shall likely lose in which thousands will die. Or fly against Vhagar ourselves? Or perhaps you will fly against her on Vermax.", I said. "Jace with these riders we can end a needless war. I may take my rightful place on my father's throne.", Nyra told him.
"And when you die?", Jace asked. "You are my heir and with Vaenya by your side as Queen Consort.", Nyra answered. "Did you think I would have dark hair? When you took Harwin Strong into your bed did you think I might favor him, or did it not cross your mind?", Jace asked.
I look at Rhaenyra before standing up. "I shall let you both speak alone.", I stated. I kissed Rhaenyra on her head before walking by Jacaerys. "Your mother and I love you Jacaerys. More than you will ever know.", I spoke before walking away.
