The Targaryen Hybrid

metting her brother.

It had been almost a year since the birth of Daenys, and the princess Rhaenyra was about to have her second baby.

Rhaenyra was happy to be having her second child, but she worried about her daughter as she had not crawled or talked or tried to walk like other babies. And whenever someone talked to her in the common tonge, she didn't understand and would start to cry a cry that sounded like a baby dragon until you spoke high valyrian to her or sing the dragon song. She also made sure all windows were closed in any room they were in, in fear she may fly away, even though she hasn't been able to lift her body off the floor when flapping her wings.

Daenys now had small, sharp teeth, and her wings grew slightly bigger. Her nails are a little sharp, like daggers and her eye still bright red and violet. And when she ate her food, she needed it to be a little burnt for her to enjoy it. Her eggs didn't hatch, and neither did Aemond's. So when aemond is around her, he clings to her, calling her 'his dragon' well best to his ability being the same age as Daenys.

Daenys seemed to grow more protective of her mother, though she refused to be away from her, and whenever someone, even Laenor, got too close to her mother she would try to bite them after hissing and growling at them warningly, she would also flap her wings at them then cuddle up to her mother and wrap her wings around her in a protective manner as if that would protect her from anyone.

Most people in court tried to stay away in fear she would act like a real dragon. Some adored her. Some Lords even put themselves or sons forward for her hand. Which really pissed Rhaenyra off. She wouldn't let anyone have her daughter she was her first and only daughter at the moment. But Rhaenyra didn't want to let her daughter go. No matter how old she gets, she is too precious.

~Rhaenyra room~

Rhaenyra's water broke later in the day, and she knew what was going to happen. Her daughter was going to cause chaos for whoever was brave enough to have her while Rhaenyra had her baby. That person turned out to be Ser Criston Cole, the man who believes she is his daughter. Even when Rhaenyra told him she is not his, he still believes she is.

It had been hours, and Rhaenyra finally greeted her first son, jacaerys. She was shocked that he had brown hair and not white like Daenys. But she still loved him. She started to wonder if it was a good idea to let her two children met straight away or to wait a little while. After some time thinking she decided it would be ok for them to meet now.

So she went to a maid to go get her. She also wondered what she may have done to the knight. A chuckle left her lips, imagining what she could have done.

~Daenys' room~

Ser Cole was still trying to get her to stop crying but had stopped trying to hold her when she kept biting him or hitting him with her wings.

"Come on now, there is no need to be like that." He said, not knowing that she didn't understand him in the slightest, so she cried more.

Ser Criston just let out a sigh, not knowing what to do. He was about to call for a maid when one came in and requested her to be returned to her mother before she ran off to get away from the young princess she was scared of.

"Ok, so your mother is done, so I got to pick you up. OK, no biting, scratching, or hitting me with wings, ok?" He said, going to her as he went to grab her. She bit and scratched him. He hissed and stepped back, not wanting to scare the girl or get hurt anymore.

"I'm just returning you to your.... what was the word again.... ar muna I'm going to take you to your muna." He said, and as soon as he said that, she stopped crying. He managed to pick her up and started to carry her back to Rhaenyra's room.

Unpon arriving, he knocked at the door and waited as he heard a cone in he entered and gave Daenys back to Rhaenyra and quickly left.

After Criston was gone, she started to laugh because she caught many new cuts and a few teeth marks that would scar for sure.

"Daenys, this is your brother jace, and you need to be really, really gentle. Ok?" She said in high valyrian. And her daughter just laid down cooed at hum.

That was the day things started to change.