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Heir of the dragons pt 2

Few hours later a funeral pyre was held for Aemma and the now dead Prince Baelon, Rhaynna stood watching as her sisters dragon Syrax was brought out "Gaomagon ao pendagon ziry istan biare, sir bona ziry emagon nykeā tresy?" She asked her eyes puffy and red from all the crying, Quentyn looked at her, his heart aching as he saw the pain etched on her face. He knew that she was asking a question, but he didn't understand the language. He wanted to be able to answer her, to give her the comfort she needed, but he was at a loss.

He reached out, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, hoping that his gesture would be enough to show his support and understanding, even if he could not speak the words "Sorry you do not understand high Valyrian" She said Quentyn gave her a small smile, his eyes soft with understanding. "It's alright," he said quietly. "I don't need to understand the words to know that you are hurting." He reached out and gently wiped a tear from her cheek, his touch gentle and tender. "I hope that for the short period of time his heir was alive my father found happiness" She said as Daemon walked up to them signaling her to let the dragon burn the corpse.

As Daemon approached, Rhaynna felt a wave of sadness wash over her. She knew that the burning of the corpse was part of the ceremony, but it broke her heart to think of the infant Prince being reduced to ashes. She looked sidelong at Quentyn, searching for comfort in his presence. His eyes met hers, and for a moment, they shared a silent understanding, a look that said more than words ever could. "Rhaenyra" She said signaling her sister to say the command to her dragon Rhaenyra stepped forward, her eyes fixed on the dragon that sat obediently by her mother's side. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the command she was about to give.

"Syrax," she said, her voice firm and steady. "Dracarys." The dragon roared in response, releasing a stream of jet fire that engulfed the funeral pyre and the bodies of Aemma and Baelon within, reducing them to ash. "I'm going to my room, no one disturb me" She said to her knight leaving the field to her carriage. As Rhaynna left, Quentyn watched her go with a sense of helplessness. He wanted to follow her, to comfort her in her grief, but he knew that she needed her space. He could only hope that she would find some measure of peace in the solitude of her room.

Rhaynna spent most of her time either in her room, her garden or the church. Two nights later after the funeral, she decided to visit her father's room late at night after his meetings. The halls were quiet as Rhaynna walked down them, her footsteps echoing softly in the silence. She approached her father's door, wondering if he would be asleep at this hour. She took a deep breath and knocked softly. "Father" She said in a hoarse voice Her father's voice came from inside the room, sounding tired and weary "Rhaynna, is that you?" He asked.

"Yes I brought violets" She said showing him the flowers her father's expression softened as he saw the violets in her hand. He reached out and took the flowers, bringing them to his nose and inhaling their sweet fragrance. "Thank you, my daughter," he said quietly. "You know I've always loved your violets" he said "...daddy I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called you a monster I shouldn't have said those things to you that day" She said getting on her knees apologetically her father's expression softened even further as he looked down at his daughter on her knees. He reached out and gently touched her hair, his fingers brushing gently across her scalp.

"Hush, sweetheart. I know you didn't mean what you said...You were hurt, and you lashed out in pain. I forgive you." He said hugging her tightly He continued, his voice gentle and sincere "You are my daughter, and I love you. Nothing you could ever say or do would change that. I understand why you said what you did. I know I made a difficult decision, and it hurt you. But I hope you can understand that I had to do what I thought was best for our family...for the realm...Rhaynna, when you look at the dragons what do you see?" Viserys asked separating the hug.

"I'm sorry?" Rhaynna asked confused Her father repeated the question, his eyes fixed on her face. "The dragons...when you look at them, what do you see?" He asked again "well...I see the fire that forged our dynasty and the storm that could end it. They are not just our strength but a reminder of the burden we carry. Dragons are both our gift and our curse. Because of them we got the iron throne but that iron throne is what kills our people, most people who sit on that go mad and want more power leading to wars and death fought for nothing but a persons selfish gain, that's why I have no interest in the throne or line of succession" she said.

Her father looked at her, a mixture of pride and sorrow in his eyes. He was impressed by her thoughtful and nuanced answer, but he was also saddened by the harsh realities she had outlined. He nodded slowly. "You are wise beyond your years, my sweet girl," he said quietly. "You see the truth that many in this realm refuse to acknowledge. Power... it has a cost. And the cost is always paid in blood." He said proud.

"Wise? They call me the shy princess or even meek doll" she said sadly Her father chuckled softly, shaking his head "Those who call you shy or meek do not know you as I do," he said. "You may be quiet, but you have a strength inside you that they cannot see. You observe, you listen, and you comprehend. You do not rush into things blindly. Those are all signs of wisdom, sweet one." "I wish I didn't have that trait maybe then I would have the strength to be able to ride my dragon like a normal Targaryen" she said as her father squeezed her hand comfortingly.

"Your lack of strength in riding does not make you less of a Targaryen," he said. "You are a princess of our family; you have the blood of the dragon flowing through your veins. The fact that you do not fly does not diminish who you are." He reassured "Thank you daddy" she said letting out a relieved sigh Her father smiled at her, his eyes filled with tenderness. "You are welcome, my child," he said quietly. "And know that no matter what traits you have or lack, I will always be proud of you. You are my daughter, my first born, and I love you more than anything in this world." "Ok...Ah, I should go back to my room before rumors start" She said getting up to leave "Good night daddy" She said leaving the room Viserys watched her leave, a small smile playing on his lips. He was glad that they had had this moment of peace and understanding between them. He looked down at the violets she had brought him, their delicate petals drooping slightly. "Good night, my child," he said quietly. "Sleep well."

Few days later, Rhaenyra was named crowned princess "Congratulations Rhaenyra, you're crown princess" Rhaynna said standing beside her younger sister proud Rhaenyra turned to her, a smile on her face. "Thank you, sister," she said, reaching out to take Rhaynna's hand. "I'm glad you're here to share this moment with me" "Few days before mother died she asked me if I was willing to sell my birthright to you, I told her there was no birthright for me to sell...I'm not sure if I had one but if I did and I sold it to you so you could become queen, I'm happy I did" She said smiling warmly at her sister.

Rhaenyra looked at her, her eyes filled with emotion. She took Rhaynna's hand in hers, squeezing it gently "You are a wonderful sister," she said, her voice choked with feeling. "You do have a birthright, the same as me. We are Targaryen. But I am grateful for your support, and I know I can always count on you" Rhaenyra said "Yea, best part is I have a wonderful title that can't be taken away from me, princess royal how perfect with riches and an estate to match" She said happy with the title causing Rhaenyra to chuckled.

"The princess royal," she echoed, a smile on her face. "It does have a nice ring to it, doesn't it? A unique title, just for you." The sisters stood together for a moment, soaking in the moment. Rhaenyra looked regal and poised as she now held the title of Princess of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne. Rhaynna, by her side, stood tall and proud in her new role as the Princess Royal. This was a new chapter in their lives, and they were ready to take it on together.