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Jaehaerys Targaryen: The Dragon Mage

In 84 AC, Harry Potter is reborn as Prince Baelon and Princess Alyssa Targaryen's son, Prince Jaehaerys II, at Dragonstone, coinciding with the awakening of the legendary dragon, the Cannibal. Prince Baelon realizes his son is destined to be the dragon's rider, while news of Jaehaerys' birth spreads, sparking celebrations across the Seven Kingdoms. I hope you're enjoying the fanfiction so far! I'd love to hear your thoughts on it. Whether you loved it, hated it, or have some constructive criticism, your feedback is super important to me. Feel free to drop a comment or send me a message with your thoughts. Can't wait to hear from you! If you're passionate about fanfiction and love discussing stories, characters, and plot twists, then you're in the right place! I've created a Discord server dedicated to diving deep into the world of fanfiction, especially my own stories. Whether you're a reader, a writer, or just someone who enjoys a good tale, I welcome you to join us for lively discussions, feedback sessions, and maybe even some sneak peeks into upcoming chapters, along with artwork related to the stories. Let's nerd out together over our favorite fandoms and explore the endless possibilities of storytelling! Click the link below to join the conversation: https://discord.com/invite/HHHwRsB6wd Can't wait to see you there! If you appreciate my work and want to support me, consider buying me a cup of coffee. Your support helps me keep writing and bringing more stories to you. You can do so via PayPal here: https://www.paypal.me/VikrantUtekar007 Thank you for your support!

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Chapter 14

In the quiet solitude of her chamber, Rhaenyra sat by the window, gazing out at the sprawling city of King's Landing. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows on the stone walls, but her mind was far from the room's warmth. Instead, it wandered back to the conversation she had with Jaehaerys the previous night, the gravity of their discussion weighing heavily on her heart.

Jaehaerys had revealed the depth of Otto Hightower's scheming, a plot designed to entwine his daughter Alicent with her father, King Viserys. The realization that Otto had manipulated Viserys during his most vulnerable time—grieving the death of her mother, Queen Aemma—filled Rhaenyra with a mix of anger and sadness. It was a cruel twist of fate that the woman she had once considered a friend was now at the center of a scheme to usurp their family's influence.

Reflecting on Jaehaerys' words, Rhaenyra's thoughts turned to her father's affection for Alicent. She had seen the ease and comfort with which he included Alicent in their family dinner, a clear sign that his feelings for her were genuine. But the knowledge that these feelings had been fostered by deceit cast a dark shadow over their bond.

"Viserys is too deeply ensnared by Otto's influence to believe us," Jaehaerys had said, his voice filled with frustration and resignation. The memory of his solemn expression lingered in her mind. She knew he was right. Viserys, blinded by his affections and the manipulations of a trusted advisor, might dismiss their warnings as mere jealousy or baseless accusations.

Rhaenyra sighed, her breath fogging the cold glass of the window. She felt a deep sense of helplessness, torn between her duty to protect her father and the realization that confronting him might only push him further into Otto's grasp. Yet, despite the overwhelming odds, she knew they had to try. They owed it to Viserys to attempt to lift the veil of deceit that clouded his judgment.

Her thoughts also returned to Jaehaerys' assurance that he had plans to mitigate the damage caused by Otto's schemes. Keeping Otto at the Red Keep, where his actions could be monitored, was a crucial part of their strategy. It was a delicate balance they needed to maintain, ensuring Otto's influence was contained without arousing his suspicion.

Jaehaerys had asked her to act normally with Alicent for now, a request that was proving difficult given the circumstances. The very idea of maintaining a facade of friendship with someone who was unwittingly part of a plot to manipulate her father filled Rhaenyra with a sense of betrayal and anger. Yet, she understood the necessity. Confronting Alicent directly or showing hostility could tip their hand too soon, giving Otto an advantage they couldn't afford.

Rhaenyra rose from her seat and began pacing her chamber, her mind racing with the implications of their conversation. Acting normally with Alicent meant suppressing her true feelings and pretending everything was as it had been before the web of deceit had been revealed. It meant sharing meals, exchanging pleasantries, and possibly even confiding in Alicent as if nothing had changed.

The thought made her stomach churn, but Rhaenyra knew it was a small price to pay for the greater good. If they were to protect Viserys and the realm from Otto's machinations, she had to play her part, no matter how distasteful it might be. She trusted Jaehaerys' judgment and his plans, but it would require all her strength to maintain the charade.

Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself for the day ahead. She would keep Jaehaerys' counsel close to her heart and navigate the treacherous waters of court life with care and cunning. The stakes were too high for any missteps.

As the morning light grew stronger, Rhaenyra readied herself, donning her most regal attire and preparing to face the challenges that awaited. She would act her part to perfection, masking her true feelings behind a veil of courtesy and composure.

With a final glance in the mirror, she whispered to herself, "For father, for our family, and for the realm." And with that, Rhaenyra Targaryen stepped out of her chamber, ready to face whatever the day might bring, her mind set on the delicate balance she needed to maintain in the name of duty and love.

The tension in the air was palpable as Rhaenyra entered the dining hall for breakfast. The grand room, usually a place of warmth and familial comfort, felt stifling and heavy with unspoken words. Viserys sat at the head of the table, his expression calm and welcoming, unaware of the undercurrents swirling around him.

Jaehaerys and Daemon were already seated, their expressions guarded. As Rhaenyra took her place, she exchanged a brief, knowing glance with Jaehaerys, their shared understanding of the situation offering a small measure of comfort.

"Good morning, Rhaenyra," Viserys greeted warmly, his smile genuine. "I hope you slept well."

"Good morning, Father," Rhaenyra replied, forcing a smile. "I did, thank you."

The servants moved quietly around them, setting plates of food on the table. Despite the sumptuous spread, Rhaenyra found her appetite lacking. She picked at her food, her thoughts consumed by the conversation she had with Jaehaerys the night before.

Viserys beamed, pleased to see his family together. "It's good to see you all here," he said, his tone warm. "It brings me great joy."

Jaehaerys, ever observant, decided to steer the conversation. "Brother, how are the preparations for the tourney progressing?" he asked, his voice measured.

Viserys nodded, his eyes lighting up. "Very well, Jaehaerys. The arrangements are nearly complete. It promises to be a splendid event in your honor. The realm is eager to celebrate your being named heir to the Iron Throne."

As the conversation turned to the upcoming festivities, Rhaenyra felt the tension ease slightly, though it never fully dissipated. She could sense Daemon's quiet intensity beside her, his presence a reminder of the unresolved issues that hung over them all.

Suddenly, Daemon's voice cut through the chatter. "And what of the security for the tourney, brother?" he asked, his tone pointed. "With so many visitors, it would be prudent to ensure everything is in order." As the former Commander of the City Watch, Daemon's concern carried the weight of his experience.

Viserys glanced at Daemon, a hint of annoyance flickering in his eyes. "The City Watch has been reinforced," he replied. "There is no need for concern, Daemon. Your successor has assured me that all necessary precautions have been taken."

Daemon nodded, but Rhaenyra could see the tension in his posture. She knew her uncle well enough to understand that he wouldn't easily let go of his suspicions.

Sensing the unease that lingered despite the surface pleasantries, Viserys decided to address the elephant in the room. He set down his fork and cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention. "I feel there's something we need to discuss," he began, his tone serious but gentle. "Alicent's presence at dinner last night."

The room grew quieter, the atmosphere charged with anticipation. Viserys continued, "I know her appearance was unexpected, and it may have raised some concerns among you."

Rhaenyra kept her gaze steady on her father, her thoughts racing. Jaehaerys sat beside her, his expression calm but attentive.

Viserys glanced at each of them in turn. "Alicent has been a great comfort to me in recent times. Since your mother passed, Rhaenyra, I have found solace in her companionship. I understand that this may come as a surprise, but I want you all to know that she has no ill intentions."

Rhaenyra exchanged a quick look with Jaehaerys, whose eyes reflected a mix of resignation and understanding. Daemon, however, remained silent, his face a mask of carefully controlled emotion.

Viserys sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly. "I do not wish for there to be any discord within our family. Alicent is a friend, and she has shown nothing but kindness and respect."

Rhaenyra felt a pang of sympathy for her father. Despite her suspicions about Otto Hightower's schemes, she knew Viserys was genuine in his affection for Alicent.

Jaehaerys broke the silence, his voice calm and measured. "We understand, brother. It is clear that Alicent means a great deal to you. We will do our best to welcome her presence."

Viserys looked relieved, a faint smile touching his lips. "Thank you, Jaehaerys. It means a lot to me."

Rhaenyra nodded in agreement, though the unease in her heart remained. "We will support you, Father," she said softly. "Your happiness is important to us."

Daemon, though still tense, finally spoke. "As long as she remains loyal to you and the realm, that is all that matters."

Jaehaerys, ever the pragmatist, decided to address the matter directly. "Brother," he began, his tone careful, "are you planning to make it official? Will there be an announcement of your betrothal to Alicent?"

The room fell into a heavier silence, the question hanging in the air. Viserys looked momentarily taken aback, his eyes flickering with a mix of emotions. He glanced at each of them, gauging their reactions.

Finally, he sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly. "I have been considering it," he admitted. "Alicent has been a great comfort to me, and I believe her presence would bring stability to the realm. However, I have not yet made a final decision."

Rhaenyra felt her heart tighten at her father's words. She exchanged a glance with Jaehaerys, whose face remained calm but whose eyes showed a flicker of concern.

"Father," Rhaenyra said softly, "we understand that you seek companionship and stability. But this is a significant decision that affects all of us. We trust that you will consider all implications carefully."

Viserys nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I appreciate your concern, Rhaenyra. I assure you, I will not make this decision lightly. Your mother's memory and the future of our house are always at the forefront of my mind."

Daemon, never one to shy away from difficult truths, spoke up. "Brother, you should be aware that Lord Corlys Velaryon, who has been vying for his daughter Laena to be the next queen, will not be happy about this. His support is crucial, and we cannot afford to alienate him."

Viserys frowned, understanding the implications. "What do you suggest, Daemon?"

Daemon leaned forward, his eyes sharp. "We need to offer something to Corlys that will secure his loyalty. An alliance of sorts. Perhaps a marriage proposal involving one of our family members. We need to show him that the bond between House Targaryen and House Velaryon remains strong."

Viserys considered this, his gaze shifting to Rhaenyra and Jaehaerys. "A marriage alliance... It could work. But who would be suitable?"

"Brother," Daemon interjected, his tone grave yet determined, "consider this: Jaehaerys could marry both Rhaenyra and Laena."

Daemon's suggestion hung in the air, prompting a moment of stunned silence. Viserys looked at his brother, his expression a mix of surprise and contemplation. "Two marriages?" he mused, considering the implications.

Daemon nodded, his gaze steady. "Yes, brother. It would solidify our ties with House Velaryon while also ensuring the stability of our succession."

Viserys turned to Rhaenyra and Jaehaerys, studying their reactions. Rhaenyra's eyes widened in disbelief, while Jaehaerys remained composed, though his surprise was evident.

"The 'Doctrine of Exceptionalism' written by the Old King Jaehaerys allows for such arrangements," Daemon continued, his tone confident. "As the heir, it would be permissible for Jaehaerys to marry both Rhaenyra and Laena, securing our alliances and ensuring the succession."

Viserys absorbed this information, his mind racing with the possibilities. He glanced between his children, weighing the benefits against the potential risks.

"It is an unconventional proposal," he said finally, "but one that may serve our interests well. Rhaenyra, Jaehaerys, what are your thoughts on this matter?"

Rhaenyra felt a surge of conflicting emotions. The idea of sharing her husband with another woman was difficult to accept, yet she understood the political necessity. She looked to Jaehaerys, seeking his guidance.

Jaehaerys met her gaze, his expression unreadable. "If it is what is best for the realm, I will abide by it," he said, his voice steady. "But I would like to hear Rhaenyra's thoughts on the matter first."

Rhaenyra hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. "It's... a complex situation," she began carefully, "but if it serves the stability of our house and the realm, then I will support it." She glanced at Jaehaerys, her thoughts lingering on the unspoken attraction she had always harbored for Laena.

As Jaehaerys focused his mind, delving into Rhaenyra's thoughts with Legilimency, he was met with a surprising revelation. Amidst the whirlwind of emotions and considerations, he discovered Rhaenyra's unspoken attraction to Laena.

His own emotions swirled with a mixture of surprise and understanding. Though he had not anticipated this particular revelation, he couldn't deny the complexities of human desires and affections. However, he made a conscious decision to respect Rhaenyra's privacy and not delve further into the matter.

With a subtle withdrawal from her thoughts, Jaehaerys maintained his composure, his expression betraying nothing of what he had discovered. He returned his focus to the conversation at hand, nodding along as Rhaenyra expressed her support for the proposed marriage alliance.

Meanwhile, Viserys, upon hearing Rhaenyra's reply, offered her a grateful nod. "Thank you, Rhaenyra," he said, his voice tinged with appreciation. "Your loyalty to our house and the realm does not go unnoticed. Your willingness to sacrifice for the greater good is commendable."

As Viserys turned to Jaehaerys, his gaze searching for reassurance, Jaehaerys couldn't help but feel the weight of the decision ahead. Thoughts of Rhaenyra's unspoken attraction to Laena lingered in his mind, adding another layer of complexity to the situation.

But beyond personal feelings, Jaehaerys understood the strategic importance of a marriage alliance with House Velaryon. The prospect of uniting their houses and securing the loyalty of such a powerful ally was undeniable. And considering Laena's formidable reputation as the rider of Vhagar, it added another dimension to the potential benefits of the alliance.

With a measured breath, Jaehaerys met his father's gaze, his own resolve firm. "If it is what is required of me for the stability of our house and the realm, then I will honor it," he replied, his voice steady despite the tumult of thoughts swirling in his mind. "Our family's prosperity and the continuity of our lineage must always come first."

Viserys nodded, a sense of relief evident in his expression. "Thank you, Jaehaerys," he said, his tone sincere. "Your willingness to shoulder this responsibility speaks volumes of your dedication to our family and the realm."

As the weight of their conversation settled upon them, Jaehaerys couldn't shake the sense of uncertainty that lingered in the air. But he knew that they would face whatever challenges lay ahead together, guided by the shared commitment to protect their family and uphold the legacy of House Targaryen.

In Jaehaerys' chambers, the atmosphere was charged with a sense of urgency as Jaehaerys and Daemon engaged in a private discussion. Jaehaerys, his brow furrowed with curiosity, turned to Daemon with a direct question.

"Why did you suggest the idea of me marrying Laena?" Jaehaerys inquired, his tone tinged with a mix of intrigue and apprehension. "There must be more to it than just securing an alliance with House Velaryon."

Daemon met Jaehaerys' gaze with a steady resolve, his expression betraying little of his inner thoughts. "Indeed, brother," he replied, his voice measured. "The alliance with House Velaryon is undoubtedly crucial, but there are other factors at play."

He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "Laena's connection to Vhagar, the formidable dragon she rides, is not to be underestimated," Daemon explained, his tone grave. "With her by your side, you would have a powerful ally both on the battlefield and in the political arena."

Daemon's words resonated with Jaehaerys as he considered the broader implications of marrying Laena. Not only would it strengthen their military might with the formidable Vhagar at their disposal, but it also presented an opportunity to mend the rift with House Velaryon.

Jaehaerys nodded thoughtfully, acknowledging the gravity of Daemon's insight. "You're right," he conceded, his voice reflecting a newfound determination. "Marrying Laena would not only secure our alliance with House Velaryon but also offer us a powerful ally in our efforts to maintain stability within the realm."

He paused, his mind racing with the strategic advantages of such a union. "And with Corlys's ambitions for his blood to be seated on the throne in the future, this could be a way to appease him and ensure the continuity of his legacy," Jaehaerys added, his tone resolute.

Daemon couldn't help but chuckle, a playful glint in his eye. "And my final reason, my dear brother Jaehaerys, is that perhaps you need a Harem to ensure the continuity of your magical legacy," he quipped, his tone teasing yet affectionate. "Who knows, maybe one of my grandchildren will inherit your extraordinary abilities someday."

Their banter provided a brief moment of lightness amidst the weighty discussions of alliances and legacies. It was a reminder of the bond between brothers, and the ability to find humor even in the most serious of circumstances. As they continued to strategize and plan for the future, Daemon's jest served as a reminder of the enduring strength of their familial ties.

In the quiet serenity of the Godswood, Jaehaerys and Rhaenyra found solace beneath the ancient Weirwood tree, its gnarled branches offering shelter from the outside world. Here, amidst the whispers of the leaves and the soft rustle of the wind, they sought a moment of respite from the weight of their responsibilities.

As they settled on the moss-covered ground, Jaehaerys turned to Rhaenyra, his expression gentle yet earnest. "Rhaenyra," he began, his voice soft yet firm, "there is something I must discuss with you, and I ask that you be open and honest with me in return."

Rhaenyra met his gaze, her eyes reflecting the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy above. She nodded, a sense of curiosity mingling with apprehension in her features.

"It concerns the proposal of marrying Laena Velaryon," Jaehaerys continued, his words measured. "I understand the gravity of such a decision, and I value your thoughts and feelings on the matter."

He reached out, his hand finding hers in a gesture of solidarity. "Rhaenyra, I need to know how you truly feel about this," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "Your perspective is invaluable to me, and whatever decision we make, I want it to be one we both can stand by."

Rhaenyra took a deep breath, her gaze steady as she met Jaehaerys's earnest expression. "Jaehaerys," she began, her voice carrying a mixture of vulnerability and determination, "the idea of marrying Laena Velaryon... it's a lot to process."

She paused, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "On one hand, I understand the strategic advantages of such an alliance," she explained, her tone thoughtful. "House Velaryon is a powerful house, and securing their loyalty could prove invaluable, especially with Laena's connection to Vhagar."

"But," she continued, her voice growing softer, "it's also a daunting prospect. Marrying someone I barely know, with whom I share no personal connection... it's hard to imagine what that would entail."

Rhaenyra glanced down at their intertwined hands, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features. "And then there's the matter of... well, my feelings," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've always been drawn to both men and women, and while I've never felt pressured to conform to societal expectations, the idea of marrying a woman I may not love in that way... it's... complicated."

Rhaenyra's admission hung in the air, her vulnerability echoing through the quiet sanctuary of the Godswood. Jaehaerys listened intently, his heart heavy with the weight of her words.

He reached out, gently lifting her chin to meet his gaze, his eyes filled with understanding and compassion. "Rhaenyra," he said softly, his voice laced with empathy, "your feelings are valid, and your honesty is appreciated."

He paused, searching for the right words to convey his support. "I want you to know that you are not alone in this," he continued, his tone reassuring. "Whatever path we choose, I will stand by you, and we will face whatever challenges come our way together."

With a tender squeeze of her hand, Jaehaerys offered Rhaenyra a small smile, a silent reassurance of his unwavering commitment to her. In that moment beneath the Weirwood tree, surrounded by the whispers of the old gods, they found solace in each other's presence, united in their shared journey forward.

As the group gathered at the gates, anticipation hung in the air like a tangible veil. Daemon stood at the forefront, his expression a mix of eagerness and apprehension, as he awaited the arrival of his beloved wife, Lady Rhea Royce of Runestone.

Beside him stood Jaehaerys and Rhaenyra, their presence a silent show of support for their uncle in this momentous occasion. Vaelar, Garth, Myrcella, and Melony completed the group, their faces alight with curiosity and excitement.

As the gates swung open, revealing the approaching entourage, a wave of anticipation swept through the gathered crowd. And then, amidst a flurry of activity and the sound of hooves against cobblestones, Lady Rhea Royce emerged, her regal presence commanding attention.

Daemon's eyes lit up at the sight of his wife, a smile breaking across his face as he moved forward to greet her. "Rhea," he exclaimed, his voice filled with warmth and affection, "welcome home."

Rhea's own smile mirrored his as she descended from her horse, her eyes alight with joy at the sight of her husband. "Daemon," she replied, her voice soft yet filled with love, "it's good to be back."

As they embraced, the rest of the group watched on, their hearts warmed by the reunion unfolding before them. In that moment, amidst the hustle and bustle of the welcoming party, they found solace in the bonds of family and friendship that united them, knowing that together, they could overcome whatever challenges lay ahead.

As the group gathered at the gates, anticipation hung heavy in the air, tinged with a sense of unease. Daemon stood at the forefront, his posture tense as he awaited the arrival of his estranged wife, Lady Rhea Royce of Runestone.

Beside him stood Jaehaerys and Rhaenyra, their presence offering silent support to their uncle in this fraught moment. Vaelar, Garth, Myrcella, and Melony completed the group, their expressions a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

As the gates swung open, revealing the approaching entourage, a hush fell over the gathered crowd. Amidst the flurry of activity and the sound of hooves, Lady Rhea Royce emerged, her arrival casting a palpable tension over the scene.

Daemon's eyes met Rhea's, his smile strained as he moved forward to greet her. "Rhea," he greeted, his voice tight with uncertainty, "welcome."

As Rhea dismounted from her horse, there was a palpable tension in the air between her and Daemon. Their relationship had always been strained, marred by the circumstances that had led to their marriage against their will. Forced together by the demands of their families and the political machinations of the realm, they had never truly had the chance to forge a connection based on mutual respect and affection.

Their interactions were often marked by awkwardness and distance, with both of them struggling to navigate the complexities of their situation. Despite their initial reluctance, however, there had been recent attempts to make their marriage work. They had begun to communicate more openly, seeking common ground and understanding in the midst of their shared predicament.

Yet, despite the lingering scars of their forced union, there was a glimmer of hope for reconciliation in their recent interactions. Daemon and Rhea had tentatively begun to address the underlying issues that had plagued their marriage, seeking to heal the wounds of their past and move forward together.

In quiet moments away from prying eyes, they had shared candid conversations, opening up about their fears, regrets, and hopes for the future. They had started to acknowledge the pain and resentment that had festered between them, taking tentative steps towards forgiveness and understanding.

Though the road to reconciliation was fraught with uncertainty, both Daemon and Rhea were determined to confront their demons and rebuild what had been broken. They harbored a cautious optimism, willing to put in the hard work and effort required to salvage their relationship from the ashes of their past mistakes.

Despite there being a shadow of doubt that lingered, they clung to the hope that with time and patience, they could overcome the obstacles that stood between them and forge a new path forward, together.

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