Targaryens are known to have queer costumes, an unusual tradition in which the brother and sister wed each other in order to secure the line of succession as pure as possible. Well, it is not always the Targaryens that have such habits, who says tha...
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~129 A.C~
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~Dragonstone~
(NO SILENT READERS. PLEASE💗)
The sound of rushing waves and the distant cries of dragons filled the air as Meleys and Mirax descended upon Dragonstone. The wind howled as their great wings sent torrents of air spiraling across the castle grounds. Rhaenys and Jocelyn barely waited for their dragons to land before dismounting and striding toward the Great Hall with urgent purpose.
Guards stepped forward to intercept them, but one look from Rhaenys had them stepping aside. "We must speak with Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon. Immediately."
Within moments, they were led through the winding halls of the keep, their boots echoing against the cold stone. Servants whispered as they passed, sensing the urgency in their steps.
The doors to the chamber of the Painted Table were thrown open, revealing Rhaenyra and Daemon standing over the ancient carved map of Westeros. Rhaenyra, heavy with child, straightened as they entered, her violet eyes scanning their faces.
"Princess Rhaenys, Lady Jocelyn," Rhaenyra greeted with a warm smile and hope in her tone. "might we hope for news of Lord Corlys's recovery?"
Rhaenys took a deep breath. "Viserys is dead."
Rhaenyra's body went still. The words struck her like a blow to the chest, stealing the air from her lungs.
Rhaenys continued. "I grieve this loss with you, Rhaenyra. My cousin, your father... possessed a kind heart."
Rhaenys looked over at her daughter before speaking again. "There is more. Aegon has been crowned as his successor."
Rhaenyra whimpered clutching her belly. "They crowned him?"
Daemon, with rage written on his face, asked. "How did Viserys die?"
Jocelyn gulped. "We could not say"
Daemon asked again. "How long ago?"
Rhaenys answered this time "A day past, perhaps two. We were made prisoners in our quarters while the Queen made her preparations."
Daemon growled gripping the edge of the table. "Viserys has been slain"
Rhaenyra spoke weakly, her voice cracking. "Alicent demanded... you declare for Aegon..."
