And It Begins...

(Rhaegon's POV)

"So if it's a girl, Rhaenyra...?" Nymeria asked as we all sat at the table, "And if it's a boy?" 

Myrcella sat next to me as I was eating, hugging my arm while I tried to work my plate with one hand, "We have not decided." She said, "I was thinking of Aerion. After the one and only." 

Tyene smiled at me as I silently drank my wine, "Aerion Targaryen?" She said, "Fitting if the boy's as strong as Rhaegon, eh?" 

Obara was eating, "I am happy for the two of you." She said with a smile, "I really am." 

"Thank you." Myrcella giggled

"Aerion?" I said with a raised eyebrow, "I don't know about that one. The most recent Aerion was Brightflame....you know he was insane, right?" 

"Oh, but it's not him we'd name him after." Myrcella said, "What do you have in mind?" 

I shrugged, "I don't know, honestly." I said, "Your uncle said that Daeron would be a good one, after the Young Dragon." 

"Daeron?" Myrcella said, "That's a nice name." 

"Daeron..." Nymeria scrunched her nose, "He warred against Dorne...." 

"Another Daeron secured the alliance." Myrcella said, "Daeron is a good name." 

"What name do you want, Rhaegon? You keep saying you don't know, but there has to be one, right?" Obara asked me

I looked at her, "Hm...." I said, "Well..." 

I set the cup down as all eyes were on me. 

"I am Baratheon....as much as I am Targaryen...." I said, "And I was thinking that I should honor that with my son.....so.....Uhm....maybe, Orys would be a good name, to honor the founder of House Baratheon....He was The Conqueror's Half-brother, so he also has Targaryen blood, I suppose." 

"Orys?" Tyene said, "Didn't he hate Dorne?" 

"Yea, but that's in the past." I said, "Not like I carried that grudge or whatever.....I got you three." 

"Orys....." Myrcella said, "Not a bad name." 

"It's just a thought...I don't know. Maybe Father won't agree." I said 

"Who cares what your father thinks? You are Rhaegon Baratheon, you're more than the Son of Robert." Nymeria said, "You should do what you want, not what he approves." 

"I know." I said with a shrug, "I just never thought of having children and now that I'm having one, I am not sure how to handle the whole naming thing." 

"I would like to name my son after my Father." Nymeria said as she looked down, "If you are okay with that." 

I looked at her, "S-Sure." I said

The door opened and Rhea walked in, carrying a jug of wine. She walked in and set it next to Obara who gave her a slight smile as she stepped back. 

"My Prince...is there anything else you need?" Rhea asked

I shook my head, "No." I said, "Go get some rest." 

Myrcella stood up, "Rhea! I totally forgot to tell you!" She said as she walked over to her, "You have been so busy with everything, I am so sorry!" 

She grabbed her hands to which Rhea looked at her with surprise, "I'm sorry?" She said, "I did not do anything wrong, did I?" 

"What? No." Myrcella said as she pulled her to the chair next to me, "Sit." 

Rhea reluctantly sat down as I ate a piece of steak, "Is something the matter?" 

"She doesn't know?" Tyene asked

"Oh. Right." I said, "I didn't tell her." 

"T-Tell me what?" Rhea looked at me

"Myrcella is with child. You are going to be an aunt." I said without looking at her, focusing on my food

"Oh." She said softly, "Congratulations, Princess....Prince..." 

Myrcella sat down back on her seat, "Eat, Rhea. We are celebrating." She said with a warm tone, "Indulge yourself." 

"As your Prince, I order you to stop calling me that." I said simply, "I have a name." 

"Rhaegon." Obara said, "Don't be mean." 

"I...." Rhea started

I looked at Rhea, "You are not some lowborn maid that happened to be working here." I told her, "You are my blood, you hear me? I don't want my own Sister to treat me like she is below me. I am tolerating your work as my servant only because my Mother wishes for it. But with time, that will no longer be the case." 

She looked at me, "But..." She said, "I'm a Storm..." 

"Bastards can reach high in the world, Rhea." Nymeria said with a smile, "Look at us. We're Sands....and we're Paramours of The Prince of Summerhall. The King's own Nephew. You should have more confidence." 

Rhea looked down, "I don't deserve any of this." 

"Enough." I said, "Eat. Drink. Rest. You've done plenty. Anyone who dares say otherwise will answer to me. You hear me? You're not some Storm, you're Robert's daughter. It's about time that fool of a father decides to acknowledge you." 

"He's been kind to me...." She said softly

"Not kind enough." I said, "Anyways. We were talking names about my unborn child. What do you think is a good name for a boy?" 

"A boy?" Rhea said, "Well..." 

"Go on, we're taking suggestions." Myrcella said

"I....I really liked the Dragonknight stories." She said softly, "A lady in the inn I used to live in would tell me the stories of Aemon....and a bard would sing his songs....I liked it..." 

I snapped my fingers, "How could I not think of Aemon?" I exclaimed, "The Dragonknight himself....." 

"Probably because you're dumb sometimes." Tyene joked

I scowled, "Hey..." 

"Aemon...." Myrcella said, "I like it. Aemon or Daeron..." 

"I like them both!" 

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(Third Person POV)

[Dorne, Near Salt Shore]

Screams filled the air as the loud thudding of stampeding horses followed. Across the area, there was nothing but dust clouds that were mixed with smoke as the war cries of the Dothraki were heard all throughout the land. 

House Gargalen soldiers were seen riding against the massive wave of Dothraki riders, meeting them in the dry field as they clashed. Behind this clash, there was nothing but flames and dead, the result of a previous clash between the Dornish and the Dothraki. 

It had happened out of nowhere, a powerful Incursion. 

The Dornish had no way of anticipating an entire Fleet of Golden Company Ships that spread through their southern shores, the fighting in the Stepstones distracting House Martell from the flanking. 

In a whole day, an entire horde of 15,000 Dothraki was quickly unleashed, acting as a vanguard. They attacked the area near Salt Shore, taking House Gargalen by surprise and despite their quick response, they were overwhelmed by the superior horse riders. 

The Dornish were obliterated within minutes every time they clashed against the waves of Dothraki and while this happened, more and more hordes were unleashed westward of Salt Shore, the plan was to unleash the majority of the Khalassar, 100,000 strong, and spread them all throughout Dorne, to create nothing but chaos as they made their way to the Red Mountains and essentially cut them off from the rest of Westeros, invading the Stormlands and The Reach through there. 

But of course, Valerion Blackfyre was not worried if the Dothraki didn't do just that; he had his Golden Company, The Unsullied, The Iron Fleet, and His Black Fleet ready to invade Westeros from several major points. Everything had a systematic approach. 

First, Dorne, then the North. 

And After the North, the rest of the Realm. And it was this way that Valerion Blackfyre intended to destroy the Targaryen Rule. 

Above the arid field where the Dothraki were clashing with the Dornish, massive black wings were seen as a loud roar was heard. 

A massive black dragon glided through the air as a single man was sitting atop it. His braid flowing in the wind as he looked below, seeing the carnage done by his Dothraki. 

Khal Daegon has descended upon Westeros.

He has returned.