Chapter 3

RHAELLA

The Fiery Princess

53 AC​

Rhaella found herself back at her birthplace, Casterly Rock, the formidable seat of House Lannister. Memories of her childhood at Faircastle with her Queen Mother flooded back, while recollections of King's Landing during Maegor's cruel reign remained hazy, but never Casterly Rock. She has no memories of this place despite being born in Casterly Rock. At the Painted Table back in Dragonstone, Rhaena revealed that she's now willing to support Aegon's rightful claim and emphasized the need to reconnect with the Lannisters of the Westerlands, who once provided sanctuary to their family during Maegor's tyranny. Aegon, curious yet cautious, questioned his mother's trust in them, to which Rhaena assured, "Yes, for they sheltered us through our darkest days."

Rhaella, Aegon, and their mother dismounted gracefully, their dragons, Balerion, Vhagar, and Dreamfyre, towering behind them as Lord Lyman Lannister and Lady Jocasta Lannister greeted them at the gates of Casterly Rock.

"Your Grace, welcome back to Casterly Rock," Lord Lyman addressed Rhaena with a respectful bow.

"It's good to see you back here, Your Grace," Lady Jocasta added, mirroring her husband's gesture.

Lord Lyman extended his guest rights to Rhaena and her children, offering Casterly Rock as their home. "Casterly Rock is yours, Your Grace," he proclaimed.

"Thank you, Lord Lannister and Lady Lannister. I accept your guest rights," Rhaena responded graciously.

Turning his attention to Rhaella, Lord Lyman remarked with a hint of surprise as she eyes Rhaella's boyish clothes, "You've grown, Princess Rhaella, and in such unconventional attire, just like Queen Visenya's."

Rhaella, ever composed, curtsied and replied, "I find comfort in these clothes, my lord."

Lord Lyman then approached Aegon, acknowledging him with a nod. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Prince Aegon," he said.

"The pleasure is mine, my lord," Aegon replied courteously.

Observing the dragons with awe, Lyman commented on the rumors surrounding Rhaena's children's claim to the largest dragons of in the known world. "So, the rumors are true - your children have claimed the Conqueror's dragon... and Queen Visenya's dragon, Your Grace," he marveled.

Rhaena confirmed with a nod, "Indeed they have."

As Lyman cautiously approached Balerion, the black dragon roared in warning. Aegon, unfazed, offered a piece of advice. "Careful, my lord, only the blood of the dragon is worthy to touch a dragon."

Rhaella nearly chuckled at the exchange but managed to maintain her composure.

Acknowledging Aegon's words, Lyman stepped back, respecting the Targaryens' ancient lineage that predates back to the Valyrian Freehold. "I shall keep that in mind, my prince," he agreed, gesturing for the family to enter Casterly Rock. "Let's head inside."

…

The great hall of Casterly Rock was filled with the aroma of roasted meats and spiced wine as her family and the Lannisters gathered around a long, ornate table. Rhaella sat quietly, her eyes wandering around the grand hall, taking in the luxuriousness of the Lannister stronghold.

As the adults engaged in conversation, discussing matters of the realm and politics, Rhaella focused on her meal. She elegantly picked at her food, lost in her own thoughts, only half-listening to the grown-ups' talk.

Rhaena, sitting regally at the head of the table, answered Lyman's inquiries with a polite smile. "My life on Dragonstone is quite peaceful, Lord Lannister. I rule with the support of my loyal retinue and my children by my side."

Lyman, always curious and probing, couldn't resist asking about Aerea, Rhaella's younger twin. Rhaena's gaze turned slightly distant as she spoke, "Aerea is currently in Oldtown, undergoing training to become a septa. It's a path she has chosen for herself."

Just as Lyman seemed poised to delve deeper into the topic, his eyes met Aegon's. Her young brother's gaze held a sharpness, an intensity that made Lyman pause. It was as if Aegon was silently assessing the Lannister lord, a silent warning not to pry too deeply. Feeling the weight of Aegon's stare, Lyman thought better of probing further into the matter of Aerea. Instead, he shifted the conversation to lighter topics, guiding the discussion away from the Targaryen family's private affairs.

After the meal, they found themselves in Lyman's solar, where Rhaella and Aegon had been invited by their Queen Mother herself. Lyman, ever the inquisitive lord, couldn't resist questioning their unexpected presence.

"Why have you brought your children here, Your Grace?" Lyman's keen eyes studied Rhaena intently.

"It's better if they know how things run as they are a Prince and a Princess of the Realm." Rhaena replied.

Lyman simply nodded at her.

"I have come to rekindle the ties between House Targaryen and House Lannister, Lord Lyman," Rhaena stated with a firm resolve.

"Hmm," Lyman mused, meeting her gaze, "The bonds between House Lannister and the Iron Throne have endured since the days of my father, Loren the Last. We stand ever ready to serve you, Your Grace."

"I speak not of the Iron Throne, but of a more personal connection, my lord. To Dragonstone," Rhaena clarified.

"Oh?" Lyman's tone turned playful, realizing her statement. "Are you perhaps plotting for your-…" Lyman looked at Aegon, "son's claim to the throne?"

"Indeed, that is my… our intention, Lord Lannister," Aegon spoke up confidently.

"I swore allegiance to King Jaehaerys years ago, witnessed by all present," Lyman reminded the Targaryens, his expression serious. "This is treason."

"It is not treason when one fights for what is rightfully theirs, my lord," Aegon retorted.

"Most lords have pledged to King Jaehaerys, I do not wish to involve myself in this conspiracy," Lyman stated firmly.

"You once supported my father in his cause against Maegor the Cruel," Aegon pointed out, his gaze unwavering.

"True, I sent my son to aid your father, but I did not personally partake in your father's cause, my prince," Lyman defended.

"But your indirect support still played a crucial role despite the outcome," Aegon countered.

Rhaella watched the exchange between her brother and the Lord Lyman Lannister; one of the most cunning and powerful lords in Westeros, noting the unspoken respect growing between them. She sensed Lyman's curious glances towards Rhaena, perhaps pondering her silence in the discussion.

As the room fell into a contemplative silence, Lyman's smirk hinted at a shrewd decision brewing in his mind.

Lyman's calculating gaze met Aegon's unwavering purple eyes. "If I were to back your claim to the throne, Prince Aegon, what's in it for me?" he inquired.

"Once I became king, I would appoint you as my Master of Coin, advance Lannister interests to the Iron Throne, and I pledge to legitimize Ser Tyler Hill as a Lannister," Aegon replied confidently, meeting Lyman's stare head-on.

"Hmm," Lyman pondered, a sly smile playing on his lips. "And what of a match between Her Grace and my son Tyler? Considering your plans for his legitimacy."

Rhaena's voice held a hint of annoyance as she interjected, "Lord Lyman, as I've mentioned before, I am already wed."

"A missed opportunity, Your Grace," Lyman chuckled, reclining in his chair. "I still fail to grasp why you married that Androw fellow; he is a half-wit."

Before Rhaena could defend her current husband, Aegon spoke up, "Though he may have appeared a half-wit before, Lord Lannister, Androw has grown beyond your past impressions."

"Fair point, it has been almost four years after all," Lyman conceded, though skepticism lingered in his eyes. "And what of a union between my son Tyler and Princess Rhaella? She commands Vhagar," he proposed, turning his gaze to Rhaella with a knowing smile.

Rhaella's heart quickened at the unexpected suggestion, startled by Lord Lyman's desire to match his bastard son, who shared her father – the Uncrowned's age if he was alive, with her.

"Rhaella is not available, my lord," Aegon stated calmly.

Surprise painted Rhaena's face, bewildered by Aegon's revelation of a betrothal she was unaware of, while Rhaella remained speechless, processing the unforeseen turn of events.

"For I intend to wed my elder sister," Aegon declared, redirecting his attention to Rhaella.

The revelation left Rhaella speechless, a whirlwind of emotions stirring within her at Aegon's proclamation, as he gallantly kissed her hand. Rhaella's confusion morphed into an unfamiliar sensation, specifically heart-searching.

'What are these strange emotions I'm feeling right now?' Rhaella thought, looking at Aegon as she looked at him with his warm smile. Their mother Rhaena was silent about this unfolding event though she secretly smiled by this.

"Alas, I lack daughters to offer, my prince," Lyman conceded gracefully, acknowledging the outcome of the failed marital negotiations.

"Apologies, my lord, but I must take my leave," Rhaella politely excused herself from Lord Lyman and swiftly departed the solar.

As she hurried towards the exit, Rhaella slowed her pace, drawing curious glances from the Lannister guards who paused in their patrol.

"Is everything alright, Princess?" one of the guards inquired with concern.

Rhaella hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Yes, I... I am fine. Please, carry on."

The guards respectfully nodded to her before resuming their rounds.

Feeling a mix of confusion and turmoil of these sudden outbursts of strangefeelings within her, Rhaella let out a deep sigh. Seeking solace, she made her way to Vhagar's side, finding comfort in the presence of the large she-dragon.

An hour later…

"There you are, Rhaella," Rhaena greeted her daughter as her mother and Aegon approached.

"I was wondering where you ran off to, sister. Lord Lannister seemed surprised," Aegon chuckled.

"Is it true?" Rhaella stood up, facing Aegon. "Is it true that you're going to marry me?"

Aegon stood resolute, his words echoing with determination, "Yes, sister. I will uphold my promise to you and Lord Lannister. Our unity through blood and strength is utmost important. With Balerion by my side and Vhagar under your command, marrying each other is not just a choice but a necessity."

Rhaella's gaze shifted, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes as she questioned, "And… you're alright with this decision?"

"If it means securing our rightful place in the realm, then yes," Aegon's tone remained steady.

"Brother... I... I'm at a loss, I don't want to get married…" Rhaella confessed, grappling with conflicting emotions she couldn't quite articulate.

"Even if marriage isn't your desire, joining forces with me will prevent other houses from vying for Vhagar. Houses across the realm will seek your hand in marriage to gain control over the dragon. We cannot allow that threat to challenge House Targaryen in the future," Aegon emphasized firmly. "This is a necessity, sister."

"Your concern is valid, dear," Rhaena interjected, her voice gentle but firm. "Sometimes duty will be against your personal wishes, especially in times as precarious as these."

"I... I understand, mother," Rhaella murmured, her thoughts a whirlwind as she swiftly mounted Vhagar, who responded with a powerful snort into the crisp sky. "Shall we return home, Mother?" she inquired softly.

"Yes, Rhaella," Rhaena confirmed with a fleeting smile.

As Vhagar soared through the clouds, Rhaella was consumed by a mix of embarrassment and an unfamiliar ache in her chest. The puzzling emotions stirred within her, leaving her unsettled by Aegon's words and actions. Irritation simmered beneath the surface as she contemplated seeking counsel from Maester Culiper to make sense of this sensation she's having difficult to understand.

RHAENA

Queen in the East

54 AC

​As they returned to Dragonstone, Rhaena noticed a shift in Rhaella's behavior towards Aegon after his declaration to marry his older sister. Surprised by Rhaella's sudden interest in dressing and makeup, Rhaena found herself guiding her daughter in the ways of femininity. This contrasted with Rhaella's usual pursuits of swordplay and horseback riding, rather than traditional ladylike activities. Though Aegon never looked at her advances, much to Rhaella's dismay and a bit of sulking to the point that she went back on training with the knights and guards instead.

Maester Culiper delivered news that Rhaella harbored feelings for Aegon beyond sibling love, much to Rhaena's satisfaction. She was pleased in Aegon's planned union with Rhaella to strengthen their claim to the throne through "blood and strength".

Approaching Aegon on the Sea Dragon Tower, Rhaena sought clarity on his intentions.

"Aegon, may I inquire?" Rhaena began.

"Yes, Mother?" Aegon turned to face her.

"Is your decision to wed Rhaella firm?" Rhaena questioned.

"Yes, Mother, it is necessary," Aegon responded.

"Do you hold affection for Rhaella?" Rhaena probed further.

A moment of silence lingered before Aegon replied, "No, Mother, for she is my sister. The match is for duty, not love."

Understanding his stance, Rhaena pressed, "Rhaella sees you differently. Can you acknowledge her efforts? Knowing her personality, she will sulk when you don't give her what she wants,"

Aegon, with a somber expression, murmured, "I will try, Mother, though I do not reciprocate her feelings." he let out a sad chuckle.

Present Day…

Rhaena and Aegon found themselves alone at the Painted Table, with Rhaella engrossed in her training with the knights and guards. Aegon's gaze lingered on the detailed map of Westeros carved into the table, while Rhaena observed her son, growing swiftly to around five foot five at just ten namedays old. She couldn't help but notice how much he resembled his father, Aegon the Uncrowned. Aegon's young face belied the unexpected muscles that adorned his frame, a revelation that surprised Rhaena.

As they were joined by approaching footsteps, Rhaena's displeasure was evident when she saw it was none other than her estranged husband, Androw.

"Why is he here?" Rhaena inquired with a disdainful sneer, eyeing Androw.

"The prince summoned me, Rhaena," Androw responded with a hint of annoyance, taking his place behind Aegon.

"Is this true, Aegon?" Rhaena turned to her son.

"Yes, Mother," Aegon's dark purple eyes met hers as he stood, hands clasped behind his back. "He is here as the Lord Consort, your husband. He has every right to be present."

Rhaena's focus shifted back to Androw, who smirked in her direction, further irking her with his response.

"If you two could refrain from behaving like children," Aegon interjected, "We are here to collaborate on our plans and share insights. Understood, Mother? My lord?" He directed his gaze towards them.

"Understood," Rhaena replied.

"Yes, my prince," Androw bowed his head respectfully.

"Let's refocus," Aegon urged, stepping closer to the Painted Table and indicating the Westerlands. "The Lannisters have pledged their support when the right time to claim my throne arises."

"Surprising that these prideful lions would involve themselves in politics outside the Westerlands. The late Loren Lannister was not inclined to. I presume Lord Lyman is still attempting negotiations for a match with my esteemed wife here to his bastard son, isn't that right, Rhaena?" Androw tilted his head, addressing Rhaena directly.

"Indeed," Rhaena responded flatly. "And I declined, all because of your existence, husband."

"If I didn't exist, would you have considered that match with the bastard then?" Androw's tone held a hint of irritation.

"I confess that Ser Tyler Hill is attractive, much like you these days, so... I cannot say," Rhaena admitted, though she clenched her fist at her own words for saying that her estranged husband was attractive too.

"Ah, so the great Queen of the East has recognized my charms as well," Androw chuckled, his jest causing Rhaena to roll her eyes.

'Child,' Rhaena mused silently.

Aegon's single clap drew their attention back to the matter at hand. "Let's return to our main discussion," he scolded gently. "In my negotiations with the Lannisters, they have agreed to certain terms."

"What terms?" Androw inquired.

"Formally legitimizing Lyman's bastard, appointing Lyman as my Master of Coin, and advancing Lannister interests should I ascend the throne," Aegon listed.

"No mention of a marriage alliance? That's unexpected," Androw feigned surprise at Aegon's revelations.

"There was an attempt concerning Rhaella and his bastard, but of course, I refused," Aegon shared.

"And how did Lord Lyman take the rejection?" Androw questioned.

"He didn't. I made it clear that I will wed Rhaella, and that is precisely what I intend to do. I am planning to inform the lords of the realm about my decision to betroth my sister," Aegon declared confidently.

Androw nodded approvingly, "A clever move, my prince. I highly doubt the lion anticipated this move. It's satisfying to see you assert your position. These lions need to know their place."

"It appears you find amusement in jesting with your overlords, husband," Rhaena remarked dryly.

"They are not my overlords, wife," Androw sneered, rejecting the notion of Lannisters as his superiors. "My loyalty lies with Prince Aegon and no one else. And fuck the Lannisters. If I encounter Lyman's bastard again, I'll beat the shit out of him."

For a moment, Rhaena found herself smiling. She never anticipated this side of Androw. Glancing at him, her thoughts wandered briefly about Androw before she dismissed them, closing her eyes briefly to clear her mind.

"I have faith in your abilities, my lord, even if Ser Tyler has seen more battles and killed more men than you," Aegon assured.

Acknowledging the veteran warrior's background, Androw simply replied, "I understand, my prince."

Aegon gestured towards the map of the Reach, his eyes thoughtful. "What about the Reach?"

Androw's expression turned apologetic. "I'm afraid I lack any significant knowledge about the Reach, my prince."

Turning to his mother, Aegon said, "Mother?"

Rhaena shook her head slightly. "The Reach fully supports Jaehaerys. Sadly, I have no direct contacts there,"

Aegon stood with his arms crossed, contemplating the map of the Reach. "Shame. The Reach is a fertile land. They will benefit us as allies once I claim the throne." Aegon paused for a moment, "Do you have any updates on Aerea, Mother?"

Rhaena's memories of her daughter Aerea flooded her mind. "No, I don't."

Aegon's tone turned venomous. "She shouldn't have been in that religious institution. I still don't understand why you accepted it, Mother."

"Because she wants to be there, she said she's comfortable to be a septa. I... I should have said no," Rhaena's fist clenched at the thought.

"Aerea is a fool to think of herself as a mere fucking septa. She is a dragon." Aegon said vehemently, "Don't worry, Mother. It's in the past. It's our time to correct those mistakes today," Aegon reassured. Turning back to the map, he asked, "What are the chances of the Faith rebelling if I snatch Aerea from that place?"

Androw pondered for a moment before speaking, "I doubt they will rebel, my prince. The current High Septon is the same septon who performed the coronation for your uncle, if my memory of the story serves me well."

Rhaena nodded in agreement, "Indeed, you are correct."

Androw continued, his tone thoughtful, "In that case, it seems likely that the High Septon is a staunch supporter of your uncle, my prince."

"If that's the case, I shall speak with this High Septon," Aegon decided, looking to Rhaena. "I would like Rhaella to accompany me on this journey, Mother, if that's acceptable to you."

"Granted. I'm sure she misses Aerea greatly. You as well," Rhaena replied.

Aegon chuckled lightly, "All I can think of is that Aerea is Rhaella if she's shy and timid," earning chuckles from Rhaena and a smile from Androw.

As Rhaena's gaze rested firmly on Aegon, she addressed him with a stern expression, "I must remind you, Aegon, that you have been dipping into my treasury to fund whatever these projects you have with the pyromancers." Her tone left no room for argument as she continued, "It is essential to remember that my treasury is separate from the Iron Throne's, and I am not inclined to seek assistance from your uncle to replenish it."

Aegon met his mother's gaze with unwavering confidence, "Fear not, Mother. Once this project reaches fruition, I have a plan to negotiate with the nearby Free Cities. By offering a more affordable version of black stone which is this concrete we're creating, Dragonstone could become a prominent trading hub for concrete, thus bolstering the value of our treasury."

Pausing for a moment, Aegon added, "Furthermore, I require someone with a deep passion for sailing, as I have ambitious plans in that regard which we can also have more coins added to our treasury."

"Elissa is an avid lover of sailing," Rhaena suggested.

"She seems discontented lately, perhaps due to missing the open seas," Androw chimed in.

Aegon shook his head, "No, I don't want Lady Elissa. I want someone else."

Contemplating for a moment, Rhaena suggested, "Lord Celtigar's son and heir is known for his passion for ships and sailing. He is currently squired under my cousin Corwyn, if memory serves me right."

Aegon nodded as he traced a line on the map with his index finger by doing an 'X', gesturing towards the Reach, "I suppose the Reach is unavailable. Now…" his index finger landed on the North, "What about the North-"

Then the footsteps interrupted their discussion as Maester Culiper entered with a parchment. "Pardon my interruption, Your Grace, my prince, and my lord. There is a raven from King's Landing, from His Grace."

Rhaena swiftly grabbed the scroll, muttering, "What does my brother want now?" She quickly opened it to read.

`` My Dearest Sister Rhaena,

I pen this letter with great tidings and an important announcement that concerns the future of our family and the realm. It brings me great joy to inform you that the betrothal between your son Prince Aegon and my daughter Princess Daenerys has been officially agreed upon. This union marks a significant step towards uniting the main branch and the cadet branch of our family into one main line.

As we both know, the history of our House has been marred by the previous war and internal strife. By solidifying this betrothal, we are taking a proactive step to prevent any future conflicts over inheritance and succession. The unity of our family is paramount, and this betrothal serves as a symbol of that unity.

I understand that such arrangements can often feel burdensome, but I trust in your wisdom and foresight to see the importance of this union. Together, we can ensure the stability and prosperity of our House for generations to come. 

May the Seven bless this union and watch over our family with favor.

With love and steadfast loyalty,

Jaehaerys Targaryen, the First of His Name

King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men

Lord of the Seven Kingdoms

Protector of the Realm

A palpable tension filled the chamber as Rhaena scornfully eyed the letter in her hand. "He wants to betroth you to his newborn babe now?" she scoffed, dismissing Maester Culiper with a wave of her hand. "You are dismissed, Maester Culiper. I will call for you later."

Aegon, puzzled by his mother's reaction, inquired, "What is this about, Mother?"

"Read for yourself," Rhaena replied, handing the parchment to Aegon. As his eyes scanned the contents, a storm of fury brewed on his face.

"No. Absolutely not," Aegon declared vehemently. Passing the scroll to Androw, he continued, "How long must I bide my time until Daenerys comes of age? And what of my uncle's future children? The succession grows complicated by the day especially when we get to the point that my uncle will have sons. This betrothal is a trap."

Androw, after reading the letter, nodded in agreement. "While it may seem a prudent move for securing your claim and the realm's stability by marrying Daenerys, the future generations will undoubtedly sow discord. Your uncle's descendants, and yours, will clash for the throne, much like the past conflict between Maegor and your father. Westeros will bleed once more, my prince," he concluded, setting the scroll aside on the map.

"Your thorough assessment is spot on, my lord," Aegon acknowledged before turning to Rhaena with a determined gaze. "I believe the time has come, Mother."

"For what?" Rhaena inquired, her curiosity piqued.

"It is time for me to betroth Rhaella," Aegon declared with certainty.

Remembering Aegon's firm decision to marry Rhaella long before, she acquiesced. "Very well, I shall correspond with the realm's lords concerning this matter, my dear. Leave it to me." Rhaena smiled, gratified by her son's decision. "Should we bring this meeting to a close now?"

"Indeed, Mother, there is much to attend to," Aegon turned to Androw, "Thank you for your valuable insights today, my lord."

"The pleasure was mine, my prince," Androw bowed his head.

"Meeting adjourned," Aegon declared, playfully giving Androw's right shoulder a friendly slap, eliciting a chuckle from the Lord Consort of the Queen in the East.

"You've done well, husband. I must say, I'm impressed," Rhaena remarked with a dry tone.

"And you, wife," Androw replied in a similar fashion.

A heavy silence enveloped them until Rhaena finally spoke up, "Elissa... She barely speaks to me."

"I have no interest in conversing with my sister who doesn't care about me, nor do I see the need, Rhaena," Androw retorted coldly.

"Could you ask her to at least make an effort?" Rhaena implored.

"No," Androw stated firmly.

"You're openly defying your Queen's request, Androw?" Rhaena's voice edged with a hint of disbelief.

"Yes," Androw responded sharply, his irritation evident. "I have the right to disagree as your husband. A husband whom you've never truly cared for, nor you've shown genuine love for. Now, if you'll excuse me, Your Grace," Androw said, his tone laced with bitterness as he left the Painted Table.

Rhaena gazed towards the doorway, a heavy sigh escaping her lips as she wearily rubbed her eyes in frustration. She then headed to her solar, the quill dancing across the parchment as she composed a letter addressed to the Lord Paramounts of the Westerlands, the Reach, the Vale, the Riverlands, the North, and a special missive to her brother Jaehaerys in the Crownlands.

`` To the Esteemed Lord Paramounts of the Realm,

It is with great honor and utmost pleasure that I, Queen Rhaena Targaryen, write to you on behalf of the Crown. In accordance with the wishes of our beloved King Jaehaerys, it is my solemn duty to announce a betrothal of great significance that shall shape the future of our realm. 

By the decree of King Jaehaerys, Prince Aegon Targaryen, my son and heir to the Iron Throne, and Princess Rhaella Targaryen, my daughter, are to be betrothed to one another. This union, guided by the wisdom and foresight of our King, aims to strengthen the internal bonds of House Targaryen and foster unity and prosperity throughout the Seven Kingdoms.

Prince Aegon and Princess Rhaella shall embody the ideals of unity, strength, and honor that have long defined House Targaryen. It is our fervent hope that this betrothal will be met with the acknowledgment and support of all Lord Paramounts, as we strive to uphold the Doctrine of Exceptionalism that has guided our realm through times of both peace and turmoil.

May this union bring about a new era of harmony and prosperity for all the lands under the rule of the Iron Throne. Let it be known that the future of our realm rests on the foundations of this betrothal as Prince Aegon is the King's heir, sanctioned by King Jaehaerys himself.

With unwavering devotion to the prosperity of the Seven Kingdoms,

Queen Rhaena Targaryen

To His Grace, King Jaehaerys Targaryen, the First of His Name, 

King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, 

Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm,

Your Grace,

I write to you with a heavy heart that I must reject the betrothal proposal between Prince Aegon and Princess Daenerys, as put forth in your letter.

It is with great respect that I must inform you of the decision already made regarding the betrothal of Aegon and Rhaella, a decision that stands firm in the interests of House Targaryen and the realm as a whole. As the Queen of Dragonstone, it is my duty to ensure the stability and unity of our house, a duty that I take with the utmost seriousness.

I trust in your understanding, dear brother, that the betrothal of Aegon and Rhaella has been set in motion and cannot be altered without severe consequences. The reputation and image of the King will undoubtedly suffer should this decision be reversed, causing unrest and discord amongst the nobility and the people of the realm.

I implore you to honor and respect this betrothal, sanctioned by your own hand, for the greater good of our House and the Seven Kingdoms. Let it be known that the unity and prosperity of our realm rely on the foundations of this union.

With unwavering devotion to House Tagaryen and the realm,

Queen Rhaena Targaryen

Rhaena carefully sealed the parchments with the waxed Targaryen sigil and set it aside, her thoughts lingering on the weight of her proposal. Just as she contemplated the future, a soft creak announced the entrance of Elissa into her solar. The tension between them was intense, a silent testament to the months of distance that had grown between them.

"Rhaena... can we talk?" Elissa's voice held a cool edge, her piercing blue eyes meeting Rhaena's gaze unwaveringly.

"Of course," Rhaena replied icily, the air heavy with unspoken words as their eyes finally broke apart.

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ELISSA

The Adventurous Captain

54 AC​

As the days stretched into weeks, and the weeks blurred into months, Elissa found herself increasingly dissatisfied with life on Dragonstone. The once vibrant and adventurous spirit that had defined her seemed to dim with each passing day, overshadowed by a sense of restlessness and discontent.

After the heated argument with Rhaena that day, their relationship had soured irreparably, casting a shadow over the entire castle. The once inseparable companions now passed each other in stony silence, their interactions reduced to the barest of necessities.

Desperate to find solace, Elissa threw herself into the guards and knights training sessions organized by Prince Aegon, hoping to distract herself from the growing sense of isolation. However, as she swung her sword and practiced her archery, she couldn't shake off the feeling of emptiness that gnawed at her core. Her true passion lay not in the training yard but out at sea, where the wind carried her dreams and the waves whispered of freedom. To her dismay, even her little brother Androw, who she had always been close to, had found companionship in the garrison and rarely sought her out. The distance between them only added to Elissa's sense of loneliness and alienation.

Amidst her struggles, Elissa couldn't help but notice the changes taking place on Dragonstone. The arrival of pyromancers from King's Landing, the "marine divers" who braved the depths to extract limestome, and the "ashtakers" who ventured into the heart of the volcano for basalt and volcanic ash—all of these developments marked a shift in the island's dynamics. Prince Aegon's promises of better wages for the smallfolk and fisherfolk who undertook these perilous tasks seemed to ring true, despite the inevitable casualties that accompanied such endeavors.

Elissa, drawn to the call of the sea, yearned to be part of the marine divers, to feel the thrill of the depths beneath her, but Rhaena's refusal dashed her hopes.

Faced with mounting frustration and a deepening sense of disillusionment, Elissa knew that she could no longer remain trapped in a place that no longer felt like home. Gathering her resolve, she sought an audience with Rhaena, steeling herself to voice the truth that had been simmering within her for too long.

"Rhaena... can we talk?" Elissa began, her tone firm and resolute.

"Of course," Rhaena responded with a frosty demeanor, the tension between them was intense as their gazes reluctantly parted.

"It's time," Elissa spoke, her voice steady with resolve as she met Rhaena's gaze. "I must leave Dragonstone. This place no longer holds what I seek, and my heart yearns for the open sea once more."

As Rhaena gazed at Elissa, her expression impassive, a heavy silence enveloped them. Finally, breaking the tension, Rhaena spoke, "So be it. You have my permission."

"Thank you, Your Grace," Elissa replied formally, inclining her head in a respectful gesture before taking her leave from the solar.

Then Elissa stopped by and stood at the window overlooking the beach below, a scene unfolded before her eyes that filled her with a mixture of pride and wistfulness. The sands were alive with the rhythmic movements of guards and knights training under the sun, their muscled torsos glistening as they honed their skills in combat. Her gaze then fell upon Princess Rhaella as she engaged in a fierce swordplay with the knights, her every move fluid and precise. Elissa couldn't help but admire the fiery spirit that burned within the young princess.

In front of Rhaella and other guards and knights, she spotted Prince Aegon, his young form standing tall and determined, flanked by her little brother Androw on his left and Ser Merrell Bullock on his right – it looks like they were overseeing the training. Seeing Androw by Aegon's side filled Elissa's heart with pride, knowing that her once timid and uncertain brother had found his place among warriors and knights, or perhaps in Prince Aegon's circle.

With a bittersweet smile playing on her lips, Elissa turned away from the captivating sight outside the window and headed towards her chamber. As she readied herself for the journey ahead, she carefully selected her best naval attire with a determined air. Packing her belongings, a blend of excitement for the adventure awaiting her and a tinge of sadness for the familiarity she would leave behind filled her heart. She was poised to embark once more into unknown horizon because a woman like her drawn by the call of the unknown.

…

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over Dragonstone, Elissa moved with silent determination through the darkened corridors towards the dragon hatcheries. Her heart pounded in her chest as she approached the entrance to the sacred cave where the dragon eggs were kept.

With practiced skill, she slipped inside, the flickering torches barely illuminating the vast chamber. The gleam of the dragon eggs caught her eye, nestled in their nests of black sand. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Elissa carefully lifted three precious eggs, their shells warm to the touch, and placed them gently into a sack she had brought for this daring heist.

As Elissa emerged from the dragon hatcheries, her heart still racing from the daring act she had just committed, she made a beeline for the dock, hoping to make a swift escape from Dragonstone to Driftmark. However, her plans were abruptly halted as she was surrounded by an unexpected group of individuals - Prince Aegon, Ser Merrell Bullock, Ser Alyn Bullock, her little brother Androw, and the garrison guards.

"Lady Elissa," Prince Aegon's gaze fell upon the sack she carried, a mix of surprise and suspicion in his eyes. "I was not aware of your departure. Did you inform Mother of your plans?"

"Yes, my prince. Her Grace has granted me permission," Elissa replied, trying to keep her composure.

"My lord, you knew of this?" Prince Aegon turned to her little brother, who stood there with a look of hurt in his eyes.

"You're slipping away without a word to me, sister?" Androw's voice trembled with a pang of sadness.

"You have many friends here, little brother. I do not owe you an explanation of my whereabouts as you're already a grown man," Elissa retorted, a hint of harshness in her tone that stung Androw.

As Androw tried to reason with her, mentioning a traitor who had stolen the dragon eggs, Elissa's heart skipped a beat. The situation was spiraling out of control.

"Ser Merrell, search her belongings," Prince Aegon commanded.

"Yes, my prince," Ser Merrell affirmed, his movements deliberate and searching. Ser Merrell approached Lady Elissa, his hand hovered over her belongings at the command of Prince Aegon.

And before Elissa could protest, her sack was taken from her.

"No!" Elissa let out a yell.

"No? What is the meaning of this, my lady?" Prince Aegon inquired, his tone firm as he turned to the garrison guards. "Guards, seize this woman."

"My prince, my sister is innocent!" Androw pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation.

A gasp escaped Ser Merrell's lips as he uncovered the stolen dragon eggs. "Lady Elissa… she is the traitor, my prince," Ser Merrell stated, a mix of shock and disappointment in his voice.

"What?!" Androw exclaimed, a look of surprise etched on his face. "It cannot be!"

Then Ser Alyn Bullock approached the sack, and upon revealing the three dragon eggs, he beckoned Androw to see for himself. "Witness the truth, my friend," Ser Alyn said, gesturing Androw towards the precious stolen eggs. Androw went to them and saw the three dragon eggs.

"Why, sister?!" Androw's voice trembled with a mix of hurt and confusion.

"BECAUSE I WANT TO ESCAPE FROM THIS FUCKING ISLAND!" Elissa paused for a moment, "By selling these eggs, I can buy a ship and sail the known world," Elissa's words were filled with desperation and defiance.

The revelation rippled through the onlookers, disappointment and disbelief in the air.

Prince Aegon's decision was swift and unforgiving. "Take her to the cells. She will face execution for treason tonight."

"My prince, please reconsider! Spare her life and let her leave Dragonstone, I beg of you," Androw pleaded desperately.

"Lord Androw," Prince Aegon's voice was firm, "Your sister's actions constitute treason. Her theft of three dragon eggs cannot go unpunished. Her death is a necessary example to uphold the law and order in our realm, and people of Dragonstone will see to that."

"Please, my prince, have mercy!" Androw dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his face.

"Whose loyalty are you on, my lord? Mine or your traitor sister's?" Prince Aegon's tone was unwavering.

"I-I stand with you, my prince," Androw's voice quivered as he wiped away his tears.

"Then I command you to knock this traitor out," Prince Aegon instructed coldly.

"Sister... forgive me..." Elissa looked up at her brother, heartbroken, as Androw reluctantly obeyed, rendering her unconscious with the hilt of his sword.

…

As Elissa stirred back to consciousness, she found herself being dragged towards the beach. The sound of the crashing waves mingled with the murmurs of the gathered crowd, a mix of fisherfolk, smallfolk, pyromancers, marine divers, ashtakers, guards, and knights, all eagerly awaiting the impending spectacle.

Her eyes widened as she saw Balerion towering over them all, his massive wings casting a dark shadow over the sands. Prince Aegon stood proudly in front of the colossal black dragon, a figure of authority and power. Ser Merrell, with a stern expression, was positioned on the prince's left, while Androw, conflicted but resolute, stood on his right. Princess Rhaella's gaze met Elissa's, filled with unspoken sorrow and helplessness, unable to intervene in Elissa's tragic fate.

The guards released Elissa, letting her body slump onto the soft sand. She felt the gritty particles beneath her hands, a stark reminder of her impending doom. The weight of the crowd's anticipation pressed down on her, a heavy and suffocating presence as she awaited her fate at the mercy of Prince Aegon and the Black Dread.

Elissa knelt on the sand, her heart heavy with the weight of impending judgment, as Queen Rhaena and her retinue arrived at the gathering. The air crackled with tension as Rhaena's eyes swept over the scene before her, taking in the sight of Aegon, Balerion, and the accused Elissa.

"What's the meaning of this?" Rhaena's voice cut through the murmurs of the crowd, her gaze shifting between Aegon, the dragon, and then settling on Elissa.

Alayne Royce and Samantha Stokeworth exchanged shocked glances at the unfolding drama, disbelief evident in their expressions.

"She stole three dragon eggs, Mother," Prince Aegon's voice was firm as he revealed the accusation.

"What?!" Rhaena's disbelief was palpable, her eyes wide with incredulity as the truth sank in.

"Prince Aegon speaks true, Your Grace, we caught her red-handed," Ser Merrell's voice was unwavering as he confirmed the accusation.

Rhaena's fury began to simmer, her gaze now fixed on Androw, seeking answers amidst the chaos. "Are you part of this treachery, Androw?" Her tone held a hint of accusation.

"Of course not! You're accusing me because Elissa is my sister?! I've had no part in this!" Androw's defense was laced with frustration as he stood his ground against Rhaena's suspicions.

"He's telling the truth, Mother. Lord Androw has been by our side all day in the training," Prince Aegon's words were a calm reassurance in the storm of accusations.

Rhaena's eyes darted back to Elissa, her heart heavy with betrayal and hurt. As she approached, her hand met Elissa's cheek in a resounding slap, tears brimming in her eyes.

"How could you?!" Rhaena's voice wavered with emotion, her anger and disappointment crashing over Elissa in waves. The scene grew tense as Rhaena's grief turned to rage, her blows raining down upon Elissa, who crumpled under the weight of the Queen's wrath.

Ser Merrell and Ser Alyn intervened, restraining Rhaena upon Prince Aegon's command, the air thick with tension and sorrow.

"I... I regret meeting you, Rhaena. I... never… loved you," Elissa's words cut through the chaos, her defiance echoing in the silence that followed.

Rhaena's anguish erupted in a gut-wrenching cry at Elissa's betrayal, her heart shattered by the words spoken in cruelty.

"Ser Merrell, take Mother back to the castle," Prince Aegon's command was firm, a somber duty to protect his mother from witnessing further pain.

Rhaena struggled against the hold, her resolve unyielding. "No! I want to see this traitor die!" Her voice was raw with grief and anger, her eyes fixed on Elissa with a mix of sorrow and fury.

Prince Aegon approached Elissa, his voice firm as he pronounced judgment upon the traitor. "Lady Elissa of House Farman, you have been sentenced for treason for stealing three dragon eggs. Your punishment is death. Any last words?"

Elissa's gaze met Rhaena's, a flicker of regret in her eyes as she whispered, "You should've said yes instead of no, Rhaena... the wind... our steed."

"Dracarys," Aegon's command echoed with finality, sealing Elissa's fate. Balerion's fiery breath consumed her, casting a shadow of sorrow over the gathered crowd as justice was served.

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ANDROW

Lord Consort of the Queen in the East

54 AC

​As the flames from Balerion's breath enveloped his sister, Prince Aegon stepped forward, his voice cutting through the hushed crowd like a blade.

"Let this be a lesson to all who dare betray House Targaryen," he declared, his tone firm and unwavering. "Stealing dragon eggs is an act of treachery that shall not go unpunished. May this sight serve as a warning to any who harbor thoughts of such foolishness. I pray that such stupidity never stains our island again."

With a gaze that spoke of both duty and sorrow, the prince's words hung heavy in the air, a solemn reminder of the consequences that awaited those who dared defy the House of the Dragon.

"And with that," Prince Aegon concluded, his voice carrying a weight of authority, "good evening."

…

Androw stood in the hushed stillness of the morning, the soft light of the rising sun painting a golden hue over the hill where Elissa's final resting place lay. Before the ornate tombstone that marked her grave, he stood with a solemn air, his thoughts heavy with the recent events that had unfolded. The echoes of Elissa's haunting words, "the wind our steed", lingered in his mind, a reminder of House Farman's proud words.

As Androw gazed at the grave, memories of his past resurfaced. The distant ache of never feeling truly loved after his father's death and his brother's rejection lingered in his soul. Franklyn's disdain for him had driven Androw away from Faircastle, leaving him to question where he truly belonged.

A breeze ruffled Androw's short golden hair, carrying the whisper of Elissa's voice. In that moment, a resolve sparked within him. He needed to find his place, to seek out a sense of belonging that had eluded him for so long. Androw realized that House Farman might never offer him the warmth and acceptance he yearned for. With a determined expression, Androw made a silent vow to himself. He would pledge his loyalty, wholeheartedly and unwaveringly, to House Targaryen, specifically to Prince Aegon's faction. In that allegiance, he hoped to find the camaraderie and purpose that had long evaded him within his own family. Androw thanked Prince Aegon for changing his life. Because of him, he found friends, knows how to wield a sword, knows how to read and write thanks to Maester Culiper's lessons.

"So long, sister," Androw murmured softly, a final farewell to Elissa's resting place. He turned away from the grave, leaving behind the shadows of the past as he walked back towards the castle.

…

Androw pushed open the door to Rhaena's apartment, the solemn atmosphere heavy in the air. Alayne Royce and Samantha Stokeworth were by Rhaena's side, offering their support to the grieving queen. As Androw's footsteps echoed in the room, the two ladies turned their heads to see him enter.

"My lord, you're here," Alayne greeted with a respectful bow, followed by Samantha, who mirrored the gesture.

"Mind if I excuse Rhaena, ladies? I'll have something to discuss with her here," Androw requested, his tone firm yet polite.

Rhaena murmured something to the ladies, prompting them to stand up and leave the room. As Samantha passed by Androw, she lightly touched his arm in a flirtatious manner, a gesture that caused a flicker of discomfort in Androw's expression.

"Good morrow, my lord," Samantha whispered in a tone laced with flirtation, to which Androw simply bowed in response.

Once the door closed behind the departing ladies, Rhaena wiped away her tears, her gaze meeting Androw's with a cold intensity.

"What are you doing here?" Rhaena's voice held a hint of frost as she addressed him.

"I just want to see if you're alright," Androw replied calmly, moving towards the nearby wine decanter. He had grown accustomed to Rhaena's distant demeanor over time. "Mind if I use a wine for the two of us?"

Rhaena hesitated for a moment before nodding.

With practiced ease, Androw uncorked a bottle of wine and poured two glasses, the rich aroma filling the room. After handing a glass to Rhaena, he raised his own in a silent toast.

Androw took a sip from his cup of wine, the rich aroma swirling around him. Rhaena, lost in her thoughts, stared at the intricate patterns on the bed sheets, her mind a tumultuous sea of emotions.

As the tension lingered in the air, Androw gently spoke, "I apologize for my sister's actions. I know her betrayal has wounded you deeply, especially her hurtful words that night." Taking another sip of wine, he continued, "Have you found any sleep?"

Rhaena rose from her bed, gazing out the window while taking a sip of her own.

"No, I haven't," she replied softly.

"Perhaps it's time to rest, my dear wife," Androw suggested, rising from the bed and draining his wine. Placing the empty glass down, he moved behind Rhaena, enveloping her in a comforting embrace.

Androw anticipated Rhaena's usual response, but this time, she surprised him by staying silent and letting him hug her. After a moment of tense quiet, Rhaena finally found herself to speak; her expression a mixed of defiance and vulnerability in her eyes as she faced Androw.

"Androw," she began, her voice tinged with both sadness and frustration.

Androw met her gaze steadily. "Yes, Rhaena?"

"Why do you care?" Rhaena's words held a hint of accusation.

Androw furrowed his brow, confusion flickering across his features. "About what?"

Rhaena released herself from Androw's grip, turning to fully confront him. "Why do you care about me?" Her tone was sharp, cutting through the air. "I never cared about you, nor loved you. So why are you doing this?"

Androw's response was gentle but firm. "Because I am your husband, Rhaena. It's my responsibility."

Rhaena rolled her eyes, a gesture of both dismissal and exasperation. "You are wasting your time."

"Give me a chance this time, please," Androw pleaded, his words carrying a weight of hope and longing.

Tears of frustration streamed down Rhaena's face as she hurled her glass against the wall, the shatter echoing in the room. "I SAID YOU'RE WASTING YOUR TIME! DON'T YOU GET IT?! YOU'RE WASTING YOUR FUCKING TIME!" she screamed, her voice raw with emotion. Anguish and anger mingled in her as she struck Androw's shoulders in her despair, her sobs filling the room.

As Androw moved to console her, she pushed him away, her voice a broken whisper, "Please, just leave me alone."

And then, Androw's own patience reached its limit. "HOW LONG WILL YOU KEEP TREATING ME LIKE THIS?!" His voice cracked with pent-up emotion, tears welling in his eyes.

Androw's tears fell on Rhaena's upturned face, his voice filled with a mix of sorrow and anger. " YOU'RE NOT ALONE IN THIS PAIN, RHAENA. I CARE FOR YOU! I LOVE YOU!" Androw's sobs gradually ebbed, "But every time you push me away, it wounds me deeply," he pleaded, his words laced with pain.

Frustration boiled over as Androw let out a yell, his emotions raw. "Just treat me with the respect I deserve as your husband for once! SEVEN FUCKING HELLS!" The room filled with tension as Androw, overcome with emotion, buried his face in his hands and lashed out in a moment of desperation, kicking a chair.

A heavy silence descended, Rhaena's tears subsiding as Androw wiped away his own.

Maester Culiper's entrance into the chamber was abrupt, his foot unwittingly crunching on a piece of shattered glass, causing him to startle. Taking in the scene before him, with Rhaena and Androw in the midst of their emotional turmoil, the Maester gathered the situation.

"I apologize if I have interrupted, Your Grace, and my lord. Is this a bad time?" Maester Culiper approached cautiously.

Rhaena rose from the ground, wiping away her tears. "No, it's fine, Maester. What news do you bring this time?"

"Your Grace, news has arrived from Storm's End... concerning your mother, the Dowager Queen," Maester Culiper began.

Rhaena's eyebrow raised in concern. "What has happened to my mother?"

"The Dowager Queen was successfully delivered of her second child by Lord Baratheon, Your Grace, but..." Maester Culiper hesitated.

"But what, Maester Culiper?" Rhaena's impatience crept into her voice.

"Unfortunately, the Dowager Queen is now on her deathbed..." Maester Culiper delivered the somber news.

"What?!" Rhaena's voice rose in shock. "Is there anything else?"

"That is all I have, Your Grace," Maester Culiper replied solemnly.

"Thank you, Maester Culiper. You may leave us," Rhaena dismissed the Maester.

With a bow, Maester Culiper exited the chamber, leaving Rhaena and Androw to grapple with the weight of the news.

Androw's concern deepened as he watched Rhaena's emotions flicker across her face.

"Rhaena, are you holding up alright?" he asked softly, his eyes filled with worry.

Rhaena managed a faint smile, her eyes betraying her inner turmoil. "I... I'm not, Androw, obviously," she admitted, her voice tinged with sadness.

Sensing her need for comfort, Androw gently wrapped his arms around her, offering a supportive embrace. At first hesitant, Rhaena eventually leaned into the hug, finding comfort in his presence.

"I must depart for Storm's End," Rhaena stated, her tone resolute yet tinged with apprehension.

Androw reluctantly released her, his concern evident in his eyes. "Let me accompany you, Rhaena. It's not safe to go alone."

Grateful for his offer, Rhaena touched his hand, shaking her head slightly. "I appreciate your concern, husband, but this is a journey I must make alone."

"But Rhaena-" Androw began, only to be interrupted by her firm gaze.

"Androw, please understand. I need to do this alone. Promise me you won't inform Aegon and Rhaella. I'll return once this is done," Rhaena implored, before swiftly exiting the chamber.

Androw's concern for Rhaena's emotional state weighed heavily on his mind, especially considering her journey to Storm's End. Fearing the repercussions of her actions there, Androw hastened to the headquarters of the pyromancers, aware that Prince Aegon may be there overseeing their projects.

…

Androw arrived at the hill where the headquarters of the pyromancers stood, its dull grayish-like black stone architecture looming before him. Prince Aegon and Princess Rhaella having some sort of a heart-to-heart conversation, surrounded by a head pyromancer who was instructing a group of pyromancers who were engrossed in a project that the Prince referred to as a 'flamethrower'. Ser Merrell Bullock stood nearby, along with a young hatchling dragon, a sight that caught Androw's attention. The dragon's black scales were adorned with streaks of vivid scarlet red, matching its horns, wings, and fiery eyes as it savored a self-fried fish.

"Greetings, Ser Merrell, my prince, my princess, Wisdom Harlo," Androw's voice cut through the scene, receiving warm acknowledgments from the group.

"Lord Androw, come see this!" Ser Merrell beckoned excitedly.

Curious, Androw approached, inquiring about the hatchling dragon's origins.

"It hatched when your sister met her end, my lord," Prince Aegon revealed.

Androw's expression remained impassive. "It seems the Gods had their own plans for this dragon's birth in exchange for my sister's fulfilled punishment then."

"It is as you say, my lord, and I take responsibility for her fate," Prince Aegon expressed remorse.

"No need for apologies, my prince. She reaped what she sowed by stealing the dragon eggs," Androw remarked.

Concerned about Rhaena's well-being, Princess Rhaella inquired, "Is Mother alright, Lord Androw? Lady Samantha mentioned your presence with her."

"Ah, speaking of your mother, Her Grace has ventured to Storm's End," Androw informed them.

Curiosity piqued, Prince Aegon pressed, "For what reason, my lord?"

"Your grandmother's condition is dire; she lies on her deathbed," Androw solemnly shared.

"Well… she had it coming," Aegon stood nonchalant, his indifferent demeanor sparked a rebuke from Rhaella. "Aegon!" she scolded.

Defending his stance, Aegon remarked, "What I said is true. If only Grandmother hadn't influenced my uncle to seize the throne, true peace would reign in this realm, sister."

"Knowing your mother, my prince, I fear she may embark on a reckless course of action at Storm's End." Androw expressed his concern.

Aegon nodded firmly. "True, I will take my leave now," he declared.

Rhaella's eyes sparkled with excitement as she looped her arm through Aegon's, her gaze filled with eagerness. "I must accompany you, dear brother. I want to see Storm's End!" she expressed, leaning her head affectionately on his shoulder.

"Of course, sister," Aegon replied, his demeanor warm yet distant, masking any romantic sentiments towards her. He then turned to Androw with a directive, "Lord Androw, in my absence, I trust you with the duties of Castellan. And remember, ensure the little black dragon is well-fed with fish," he emphasized.

"Understood, my prince," Androw affirmed as he, Ser Merrell, and Wisdom Harlo bowed respectfully, their duties clear as Aegon and Rhaella departed for their dragons.

As Wisdom Harlo made his way towards the apprentices testing the flamethrower prototype, Androw observed Ser Merrell bow before him, acknowledging his temporary role as Castellan of Dragonstone.

"Formalities can be set aside, Ser. We're all comrades here," Androw remarked with a chuckle, reciprocating the camaraderie.

Glancing once more at the little black dragon peacefully enjoying its fried fish, Androw couldn't help but ponder if Elissa's execution had somehow birthed the creature. A heavy sigh escaped him, mingling with the whispers of the wind on Dragonstone.

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A/N:

June 10, 2024 edit: Revised Rhaella, Rhaena, and Androw chapters.The little black dragon is canon Drogon.