Hod x oc

The heirs of the dragons

"Good afternoon mother" Rhaynna said entering her mothers room as the servants tended to her pregnant self "ah, Rhaynna my child come sit" Aemma said motioning for her daughter to sit beside her "I brought some peonies and Lilly for you, a pink rose for the babe" Rhaynna said handing the flowers to a servant and sitting beside her mother "I think out of you and your sister you're the most exited to see you sibling" her mother said smiling "true, but I just want you out of this situation as quickly as possible I fear for your health" she said.

"You will lie in this bed one day Rhaynna, this is how we as royal women serve the realm" her mother said "mother" Rhaynna said rolling her eyes tired of her mother "Rhaynna you are 17, you out to be married and pregnant by now, give your father an heir so the council can stop hounding him about making Daemon heir" Aemma said "mother, you know I can't do that. Getting married and having a child just for political purposes if I had a child I would want him or her to make a choice on what they want to become in life" Rhaynna said "you are the first born child, you would rather sell your birthright to your younger sister" her mother said before Rhaynna stood up abruptly causing the chair to fall.

"Don't you think it's too late for that, if our birthright could be sold why isn't there any queens in Targaryen history? Father believes the child you are carrying is a boy he would force us to marry to gain power and make that child his sole heir, birthrights can't be sold when you never had any" she said sadly Aeema looked up at her, a mix of sorrow and determination in her eyes. "Perhaps you're right," she said softly she rested a hand on her pregnant belly, a gesture both protective and resigned. "But what is to be done? I cannot change my condition." She said "I should go, I have to give these flowers to father" Rhaynna said walking out the room.

"Good afternoon, todays flower of the day are peony's" Rhaynna said entering the council room to see her father in a meeting with his council men as rhaenyra served drinks "Rhaynna, how is my first born doing today?" Viserys as she said put the flowers in a vase "your daughter is fine, good afternoon Rhaenyra, small council" she said curtsying "sigh, likewise princess Rhyanna your curtsy is as perfect as always" Lyonel strong said "yes, let me not bother you all any further than I already have" she said leaving the room "princess Rhaynna is as a beautiful woman, smart, honorable and the people love her" Lyman beesbury said.

"Don't tell me you plan to make a woman sit on the iron throne? Rhaynna doesn't show interests in anything related to Targaryen family" Otto Hightower asked alarmed "...she has a beautiful body and she's known as the most beautiful woman in the seven kingdoms, we can marry her to the head or to the heir of a powerful family and form an alliance with them" Lyman said before Viserys slammed his hand on the table causing everyone in the room to stop "my daughter is off the table" he said angrily.

"Ah I'm so sorry" Rhaynna said bumping into a Martell prince, the Martell prince stumbled back, clearly just as surprised by the collision. He quickly regained his footing and looked at Rhaynna with a friendly smile "No need to apologize," he said. "I wasn't looking where I was going either" he said standing up "Oh my" Rhaynna giggled seeing the flowers on his hair the Martell prince chuckled, a look of amusement crossing his face as he reached up to feel the flowers in his hair.

"Ah, seems I picked up a few decorations on my way," he said, a hint of humor in his voice "indeed it does, I'm so sorry" She smiled picking out the flowers the Martell prince shook his head, a warm smile on his face. "It's quite alright," he reassured her He watched her take out the flowers, his eyes never leaving her face as he studied her. There was something about her quiet demeanor and the way she handled him that intrigued him. As she handed him the flowers, their fingers brushed slightly. The touch sent a small shiver down the Martell prince's spine, and he couldn't help but continue to regard her.