Laenor
What very few knew was that his Father had contracted a sexual disease from the bed slaves his father had captured from a Triarchy ship. While his cousin, Prince Daemon, the Realm’s most notorious man-whore, had refused all of the women and girls, Laenor’s father indulged in everyone of them at least a half dozen times before taking his six favorites as his wartime concubines, siring over two dozen bastards during the long years at war. The aging Lord thought of himself as virtually invincible as he was able to get it up for so many younger women and sire so many bastards all the while truly being well past his prime. This is why it had come as such a shock to him when the small sores he had developed had turned into a terrible spotted rash with pustules in the groin area. Since he had been diagnosed two years prior, Laenor’s father had only grown weaker and weaker.
On the day of the challenge, Laenor knew he could win. He was young, healthy and strong and had the additional strength due to his bond with his dragon.
He faced off against his father, blade in hand and after a short series of blows, and less than 30 minutes of time, had his father on his back on the sand. He had won.
Laenor then offered his hand to his father, to help him up, which the elder man refused.
“Everyone, I have defeated my father in a battle with blades. As was the condition of the challenge, upon winning, I would inherit all of my father’s lands, titles and everything else while he publicly apologized to my mother. I am the Lord Velaryon!”
Rhaenys
After everything she had done for Corlys, she kept finding out more and more of all the ways he had shamed her. Throughout their marriage alone, he had sired scores and scores of bastards throughout all of his travels on his concubines and mistresses and frankly, she had enough. If it wasn’t for the knowledge given to her via their son, she would plea to her cousin to grant her a divorce from him. However, since he wasn’t long for the world, she figured it was in her best interest to stay with him to his dying day, especially since it wasn’t like she’d even have to stick around him.
Why? Well, she had recently received the message from her cousin, the King, in which he named her the Princess Paramount of the Crownlands and her firstborn, Laena, as a Princess and her heir. She now had yet another title in which she outranked her poor, foolish husband and was safe in the knowledge, that while her blood might never sit the Iron Throne, it would also not fade into obscurity as her line would rule the Crownlands in perpetuity.
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The Winter Queen
FanfictionIt wasn't long after her father married her former maid that Rhaenyra, the young heir, was quickly married off to the heir of the North.
