𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 | 𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐈

The seas blessed

It is said that every time a Targaryen is born the gods toss a coin in the air and the world holds it breath to see how it will land.

Shortly after attending the wedding of his niece. The two eventually marry and set off to travel the world. A surprise but a treasure as well when Laena and Daemon found out they were with child.

Dragon rides lessened and walks along the shores in Pentos increased. The seas where calming with the sounds of waves hitting the shores and the smell of the salt water in the air.

Months passed as the pregnancy progress. Laena was in labor and demanded to be in the water of the sea. Once in the water and it was up to her waist she gripped onto the maester and midwife as she braced herself and pushed. Loud groans coming from her made vahgar look at her from the shores in worry.

A one of the midwife's surfaced from the water. "Just one more push my Lady." Bracing herself once more and pushing the midwife brought the baby up and out of the seas water. "It's a girl my lady did you and prince Daemon have a name picked out?"

Eyes watched as they cleaned her daughter of in the seas waters like she had asked as the Maesters looked over the baby making sure she was healthy. "Daena first of her name." As the babe was handed to her the sound of feet hitting the sand made her look up seeing her husband who handed one of the maesters a satchel that could only contain a dragons egg. "Girl or boy and is the babe healthy." He called as he jogged over towards her the water slowing him down.

"Meet Daena and she's healthy." The midwife passed the babe to Daemon who look at the bundle now in his arms squirming before settling down. "She's perfect."

The baby was a treasure to the realm and the people of the free cities. Spoiled was she, the attention of her parents, their love, and knowledge. The black and gold dragons egg that was placed in her crib with her shortly after her birth hatched two weeks later. The little baby dragon was handsome and protective of the little babe. Adorned with black scales and gold horns, wings fading from black to gold. He was truly a sight.

As she grew Daena Targaryen looked the perfect mixture of her parents. But nothing could save her from having that rouge tongue like her father. "Aren't you supposed to be learning with the Septa?" Daemon asked looking up at the who was now standing in the water as Icarus wasn't far from her.

"Fuck the old cunt she's fading from this world every day." The girl spat glaring at the water. As Daemon looked at his child in front of him in the water. "Skoro syt kostagon't ao bodmagho issa" The girl now faced him as Icarus nudged her hip.

"Urnēbagon aōha ēngos aōha relgos would ossēnagon issa lo ziry ryptan aōha udra." He smirked at his daughter and her dragon. "What mother doesn't know won't hurt her." Daena shrugged her shoulders and rubbed the top of Icarus's scaled head.