The Dragon's Legacy

Epilogue

Rhaena walked through the hallways of Dragonstone as the sun kissed sky goodbye, giving her place to the horizon, so it may once more rise in dawn.

Her family awaited him.

Her twin prodigies, Valarr and Visenya, and her sweetest girl, Vaella.

but yet it was evident one of the others who was meant to be at the table was not there. For her eyes captured his presence in the chamber of the painted table as she was walking it by.

There he was.

He stood there as always as his back and back of his head facing her, his medium-length silver hair that he always brushed back, with two swords on his hope as he wore all black, his black earring on his left ear shinning as a metal should.

Once again only looking at the statue of her Daemion.

Rhaena smiled softly as she approached her grandson from behind and smiled softly as she called his name. A name that still made her heart skip a beat and for a heartbeat bring tears to it:

"Daemion?"

And with that her boy, her only grandchild by Visenya and Vallar, Daemion Targaryen turned his breathtakingly beautiful face towards her and a gentle smirk formed on his lips as he looked at her...

Rhaena could feel her throat tightening as always.

By all the gods and love she had bore for her children and family she could swear... that she was looking at her Daemion, if he only possessed pale silver hair.

Daemion's black earring on his left ear shined as his medium silver hair was brushed aside, displaying the face of his grandfather as his hanting dark amethyst eyes, that could appear to be indigo in the light of the sun, looked at her.  

"Grandmother?" Daemion called as his medium silver hair fell over his beautiful amethyst eyes. His smirk quickly fading away as his voice became low."Have I done another thing that I cannot recall? Are you going to punish me just as mother has?"

Rhaena blinked as she allowed the tears go back inside her eyes and she smiled at her fourteen year old grandson.

"Aside from what your mother has already punished you for? No. You have been held accountable for that fight you and your friends started. My wonder is that I keep finding you here, looking at your grandfather's statue, as if you are waiting for it to move or blink." Rhaena spoke as she softly joked.

With that Daemion's face lowered.

"I... only come here to think, Grandmother." Daemion answered even lower as he turned his gaze back at Black Dragon's statue.
   
"About what, my beautiful boy?" Rhaena asked as she calmly stood by Daemion's side and tied her eyes at her beloved husband's statue.

"About... him." Daemion spoke as he continued looking at his grandfather's statue. "I bear his name. Daemion. A man who overthrew an empire for an oath. A man who burned a city that was his for his beloved, for you. A man who wrote his name in a stone that not even time can fade his name away... and I bear his name..." Daemion spoke lowly as he calmly closed his eyes. " A man who's name is history and his history is a part of legends... How will I ever come out of his shadow?"

Rhaena remained silent.

"How will I make my own name when my name already belonged to him..." Daemion continued calmly as he looked down. "How can I show those who read my story that I am not my grandfather... that I am not Daemion the Black Dragon?" Daemion contiued calmly.

Her grandson was only four and ten years old, and yet he had seen through something that not even her long-gone-brother-husband Aegon, ever cared anything for. Aegon never cared for the strength that his name bore, never cared for the legacy that their grandfather, Aegon the Conqueror had left in his name... But yet Daemion, her grandson, was already prepared to do what he must, only to leave the shadow of the Black Dragon...

And for that, Rhaena could not be any more prouder. 

Her Daemion was gone, though gone he had left a legacy.

A legacy greater that of a throne or crown, a legacy as simple as it could come, and yet many failed to see. A legacy of love in the simplest of ways. A legacy that it was never too late to change, of Redemption, of

Rhaena walked next to her grandson, placed a hand on his shoulder and looked upon the monument made of her beloved and then looked at their grandson.

She placed a hand on his shoulder, her touch steady and reassuring. "Listen to me, Daemion. Your cousins may be heirs to the Iron Throne, but you... you are heir to a legacy far greater than the Iron Throne. You are the heir to your grandfather's legacy."

Her voice softened, and she looked up at the statue of Daemion the Black Dragon, then back at him, at Daemion Targaryen. "You, Daemion, are the heir to the Dragon's Legacy."

The Grandfather's story is now done.

Author's note:

I want to thank every single one of you who honoured me by reading my fanfic. I never thought it would come this far. There is a lot of things that I want to say... But I'm afraid no word can describe what I want to say, so I try to make it as best as I can. Thank you... Thank you for everything.

I understand moving forward into the Sequel, many of you may not follow, so allow me to thank you here and now for following me all this way through the 100 chapters of the Dragon's Legacy, but now begins the tale of a Daemion, not of the Black Dragon, but that of the Legendary Daemion Targaryen, which will begin with the golden age of Targaryen dynasty at the height of their power until the bloodiest dance in Westeros's history...

I hope I can see you all again in the Sequel and keep delivering a story worthy of your time and attention ♥️🙏

See you all in the Sequel:

 
"The Burden of Legacy"