A Dragon's Song

Maiden, Mother, and Crone

Naerys made her way to the godswood, carrying her lute and seeking solace beneath the ancient weirwood tree. The air was cool, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of the sea, reminding her of the long journeys she had taken. Settling down on a patch of soft grass, she began to play "Maiden, Mother, and Crone," a song dedicated to the Faith of the Seven. Her fingers danced over the strings, each note resonating in the tranquil space.

As the final notes faded into the air, a soft voice broke the silence. "You play beautifully, Naerys," Alicent said, stepping out from the shadows of the trees.

Naerys looked up, surprised by her presence. "Thank you, Your Grace," she replied, unsure of Alicent's intentions.

Alicent approached, her gaze lingering on the weirwood tree. "I remember sitting under this tree with Rhaenyra when we were young," she mused, her tone wistful. "We were once so close."

Naerys was taken aback by Alicent's sudden willingness to confide in her. She had always sensed that Alicent saw her as a threat, much like Rhaenyra did. The fact that Alicent was opening up now was unexpected.

Alicent turned her attention back to Naerys. "I wanted to speak with you about your betrothal to Aemond," she said, her voice regaining its usual formality. "The council has decided it is a good match. I want the wedding to happen soon, and preparations are already being made."

Naerys felt a mix of excitement and apprehension at the news. The thought of marrying Aemond filled her with both anticipation and uncertainty. Alicent seemed to sense her hesitation and offered a reassuring smile. "We all have duties to fulfill, Naerys. As women, we must do what is expected of us."

Alicent's tone shifted to a more serious note. "And as a lady of the court, you must cease these unseemly activities. Hunting and visiting taverns are not befitting of your station, especially now that you are to be wed."

Naerys met her gaze, determination shining in her eyes. "I understand my duties, Your Grace, but I believe there is more to it than that. The people of the Seven Kingdoms love me because I make an effort to ease their suffering. All the meat I hunt, I give to those in the city. They appreciate when I walk among them."

Alicent listened, her expression shifting as Naerys continued. "The common folk are incredibly important to the stability of our rule, especially with the possibility of war looming. They will suffer the most if conflict breaks out. The Velaryons will side with Rhaenyra, and a blockade will be imminent."

Alicent raised an eyebrow, surprised by Naerys's strategic insight. "I didn't realize you thought so strategically," she admitted.

Naerys nodded, feeling a sense of resolve. "I do what I can to ensure the strength and unity of our house, but I also believe in being true to myself. I may be a woman of the Seven, but that does not mean I must give up what makes me who I am."

Alicent regarded her thoughtfully, realizing that Naerys possessed a depth and understanding that she had not fully appreciated before. "You are wise beyond your years, Naerys. Perhaps there is more to be learned from you than I had thought."

With a nod, Alicent took her leave, leaving Naerys to her thoughts in the quiet solitude of the godswood. Naerys returned to her lute, the conversation with Alicent fresh in her mind, and began to play once more, the music weaving through the trees as she contemplated her future and the path she would forge.

———

After her conversation with Alicent, Naerys decided to visit her father. Though he had appeared content at the feast the previous night, it was clear to everyone that his health was rapidly declining. The thought of losing him weighed heavily on her heart, even though he had been cold to her at times. Naerys had never looked like her mother, Aemma, but Viserys saw her sweet nature reflected in his daughter.

As Naerys made her way to Viserys's chambers, the familiar corridors of the Red Keep felt darker, more oppressive than ever. She hesitated for a moment at the door before entering, steeling herself for what she might find.

The scent of death and decay hit her immediately, a heavy reminder of her father's condition. Her heart ached at the sight before her. King Viserys lay in his bed, a mere shadow of the man he once was. His skin clung to his bones, and his eyes, though still bright with recognition, were sunken and surrounded by dark circles.

"Father," Naerys said softly, moving closer to his bedside. Her voice was steady, but she couldn't hide the emotion in her eyes.

Viserys managed a weak smile, lifting a frail hand toward her. "Naerys, my dear child," he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. "You bring light to these dim days."

Naerys took his hand in hers, feeling the chill of his skin. "I worry for you, Father," she admitted, her heart heavy with concern. "Your health... it pains me to see you like this."

Viserys sighed, a hint of resignation in his gaze. "I know, my daughter. The years have taken their toll on me. But seeing my family gathered together, even for a brief moment, brings me peace."

Naerys nodded, understanding the weight of his words. The family was fractured, with loyalties divided and tensions simmering beneath the surface. She knew that Viserys held onto the hope that his legacy would be one of unity rather than conflict.

Naerys stayed by her father's side, speaking to him of her travels and the wonders she had seen. She knew these stories brought him joy, reminding him of the strength and resilience of House Targaryen.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, Naerys promised to visit him again soon. She left the chamber with a heavy heart, her mind filled with thoughts of the uncertain future that lay ahead for her family and the realm.