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Six children stood in observance of a cliffside wedding.
At the front was Alysanne Velaryon, gripping her young brother's hand with vigor. Joffrey seemed to wander anywhere outside, thriving on Dragonstone. It was her job to ensure he didn't wander away during the ceremony.
To make their family complete. Alysanne's heart was incredibly heavy in her chest. She feared if she released Joffrey's hand, she would fall through the earth with her heavy heart.
What her mother had said was true. What Daemon, her real sire, had said was true. Alysanne knew Queen Alicent did everything in her power to prevent Rhaenyra or her children from accessing the throne. Alicent wished to see her own son sit upon it.
Who didn't want their son to be a king? It was a common enough wish. Alicent was just lucky to be the daughter of the Lord Hand.
Baela and Rhaena clung together. Jace and Luke. Alysanne forcing Joffrey beside her.
"Hen lantoti ānogar, Va sȳndroti vāedroma, Mēro perzot gīhoti. Elēdroma iārza sīr. Izulī ampā perzī. Prūmī lanti sēteksi. Hen jenȳ māzīlarion. Qēlossa ozūndesi. Sȳndroro ōñō jēdo. Rȳ kīvia mazvestraksi. (Blood of two, joined as one, Ghostly flame, And the song of shadows. Two hearts as embers, forged in fourteen fires, a future promised in glass. The stars stand witness, the vow spoken through time, of darkness and light.)." The priest recited his prayer, the children listening intently.
Daemon had only taught Baela High Valyrian, leaving her and Alysanne the only children who understood. The other children stood in silence and ignorance.
"Thank you for coming, Alysanne." Her mother pulled her aside. Alysanne released Joffrey's hand, following her mother steps away from the group. Rhaenyra spoke in a hushed tone in hopes of not being heard by the other children.
Alysanne just hummed in agreement. She did not have a choice to attend. It was her duty to attend, so she did. A duty was not a choice.
"Lord Corlys is to return to the Stepstones." Daemon read the slip of parchment aloud. "He wishes me to join."
"No." Her mother disagreed immediately. "Not yet."
Maybe I should go, Alysanne thought to herself. I have a dragon and a sword. It was all she needed to kill men. But alas she was just a girl. She would fight in no wars any time soon. Or perhaps ever, if she ascended the throne. Kings were expected to lead men, but what does a queen do? It was uncharted territory. None in Westeros had seen a sole Queen sit upon the throne with a Prince Consort.
Perhaps the closest seen was Queen Visenya the Conqueror. All Targaryens knew Visenya was the brains and brawn in the relationship between the three dragons. All Aegon had done, as all heirs knew, was dream the Song of Ice and Fire.
Alysanne began growing bored on Dragonstone. Her father wasn't here. He was dead, she had to remind herself of that every day. Two moons after the wedding ceremony, Rhaenyra announced she was with child.
