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112 AC
Dragonstone
Rhaenyra Targaryen
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This feels like I have stumbled on the truth, it almost feels too convenient to be the truth.
Not long ago I learned of the prophecy from Aegon and now I find something that almost fits it perfectly. Is it a sign or am I jumping to a convenient conclusion because I want something to imagine instead of just a vague prophecy? Cold winds and absolute darkness sounds awfully like what I am hearing and seeing this here on Dragonstone the very place Aegon had the dream, well it makes me want to believe it.
I would rather know what is coming and be able to prepare while also fearing it than not knowing anything and fearing the nothing. This is terrifying but it's also 'real' and men have defeated them before, the nothing sounds almost untouchable and impossible to beat. I don't know if I am just being hopeful at having a face to pin the prophecy on but I am sure I can find out more.
"Well, we have a long flight back, let's head out if you both have seen enough." Daeron speaks up and I look at him with a pit in my stomach.
I want to tell him about the prophecy, if he knew about it would he be able to help me understand this better? He was the one who found it and pieced together old stories just out of curiosity and even without knowing he seems to have figured it out. I can't help but wonder if he knew about it would he be able to solve the mystery even more and narrow it down?
I hear his sister walking away with one of the torches and I almost want to stop him when out of the corner of my eye I see him turning. But the carvings are not going anyway where, I can tell him about the prophecy when we are alone. Then he can tell me what he thinks and we can go from there, I might need to tell my Father as well.
But Daeron is also about to leave, he is soon to head off to Braavos and then escort the new Martell fleet down to Sunspear. Then war in the Stepstones from what he said, how long will he be gone?
Now the pit in my stomach grows into a aching loneliness at losing my husband right after getting him. At first, I did not even want one, then Daeron came in and I am satisfied with having him as my husband and yet he has to leave. But I suppose I can look into the Long Night on my own while he is away and see how it fits with the prophecy. that way it's not just him solving all the problems and me sitting on the side nodding. I am going to be the Queen of Westeros if I can't even do that then I will be a shit Queen.
I also have to help plan for the Royal progress and that will take months to get everything planned out in advance. It would be an inconvenience to the Lords to show up at their door instead of a nice visit to get to know one another if we did not tell them we were coming. So I have that and now this to handle so my time at least won't be boring, just dreadfully lonely.
The real lonely feeling will start when I wake up and he is not there for me to play with his hair like I have come to love. It is smoother than even mine for some reason and it feels nice to run my hands through, especially when he is between my legs doing that thing with his tongue. I get to grab his hair by the fistfuls and scream his name in a way I never thought I would scream. Gods just thinking about it is making my legs a bit weak and I have to stop for a moment as I clench my thighs together.
I spot Myriah looking over her shoulder at me and her eyes look on fire with the torchlight hitting them. I almost feel worried for a moment she heard my thoughts with the raised eyebrow look she gives me but she turns back forward. But I suppose I won't be entirely lonely with Alicent and Myriah there to accompany me and they can help me dig through the library. But it won't be the same as having Daeron there to make me smile and joke around as we flip through the pages.
I push the thoughts from my head, I still have some days left with him, and it's not like he is going to never come back, he is strong and has a giant dragon. I do not need to worry about him not returning and instead, I can distract myself with this Long Night stuff and the Royal Progress Daeron and I will do. I could have Alicent send a raven to her family off at the Hightower and get books sent over about the wall and the long night. They might would think it odd but I want to find out all I can, if she can't I will use my heir status to get them. I want a cart full of books to distract me the whole time Daeron is gone...
"Are you ok?" Daeron asks as he slows down to walk beside me, his hand taking mine sending warmth through my body.
"I am fine, I was just thinking about reading up on the Long Night and the Wall." He nods and pulls me to his side before letting go with his hand to slide it around my side and grab my hip as he rests his cheek against my head.
I smile as the warmth turns to a fire and I suddenly regret being a kind good sister and letting Myriah come along. If she was not here we could get up to something in this cave, just like real dragons. I am sure Daeron would like to try it out, he seems to like to try something new at every chance he gets.
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112 AC
Dragonstone
Daemon Targaryen
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"They left." I watch as the three dragons get further and further away and I wonder what they even came here for.
I first thought my niece was coming to visit Dragonstone and see me, but then I realized she could be here to take over ruling Dragonstone. She is the crown Princess now and that gives her the title of Princess of Dragonstone, so she should be the one ruling Dragonstone.
But they left without even coming inside to say anything.
"See if anyone saw what they got up to, ask the villagers if you must." A goldcloak gives a brief bow before heading out of the room, his boots echoing on the fused stone floor.
I take a last look at the dragons flying away and shrug before walking off, if they did not come here for me I suppose I don't really care.
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112 AC
Kingslanding
Viserys Targaryen
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With the Martells leaving I can feel a bit more at ease, I enjoy their presence and they make for good conversation and recently family. But many Lords and Ladies at court had a less than desirable attitude about them being here. It makes me wonder how my daughter's reign will be with a Martell husband, even if he looks like a Targaryen he is still Martell. But at least their children will look Targaryen and that will let most problems blow over.
I shake my head even thinking about children, both from the recent birth and how my daughter has been smitten with Daeron. I am both happy that my daughter who used to turn her nose up at marriage now is happy with a man, and put off. I can't even break my fast with them, they pass loving looks, and their hands keep poking and prodding at each other. Only the Gods know what they get up to when they are alone, Rhaenyra looked like she was beaten with a paddle as she walked into the room with bad legs.
Gods be good, why did I think it was good for a Dornish husband...
The sudden memory of the giant black dragon with its glowing green eyes has me nodding at the firm reminder 'why'. I just... was not expecting things to be so fast and over before I even knew it. I guess I am mostly being sentimental, something all fathers go through when they see their daughters off to marriage.
I expect Daeron will be much the same himself one day... and I hope I am there to watch.
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112 AC
Kingslanding
Daeron Nymeros Martell
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I am not sure if I should feel bad for subtly manipulating Rhaenyra with my foreknowledge, I kind of do. But I must stand strong, this is also Rhaenyra Targaryen who let a relationship fester with her ex-best friend and it leads to the end of all living dragons for the most part. So a little subtle guidance might just be what the doctors ordered, and I can ease my guilt by making it up to her in the bedroom.
I set down the chest I carried from the old room Myriah used to stay in that was attached to the rooms we all stayed in. We had like a guest apartment and it was very nice but now it is just me and Myriah they are moving us around. I slipped all my stuff into Rhaenyra's room before anyone could say anything, she was happy about it. But Myriah is moving into a room not but three doors down from Rhaenyra, a very safe location that I am grateful for.
This is a room that a child of House Targaryen has and will live in, a room for family and they put my dear sister in it. To be honest, I expected something nice since she is going to be here awhile and is a Princess of Dorne, but this is amazing and sends a strong message to anyone that learns of it. It says Myriah is family, even if she is acting as a Lady in waiting its more of a pass time as she lives here and gets to know her new sister.
Though the dresses I have seen Myriah buy with Rhaenyra when they went out somewhere... it made me question some things. Like, why is my sister trying to turn my sweet Rhaenyra into a copy of her with scarily similar clothes? They are far too revealing and I almost burned them when I thought of her wearing them in public, but Rhaenyra stopped me. She said they will be for just us to see and she would not dress like that even if she was told to, it's unbecoming of the future Queen.
I still plan to have a nice little 'sit down' with Myriah about her outfit choice but I also begrudgingly want to thank her. I mean seeing Rhaenyra in a silk dress with the sides missing on it was not something I thought I would need. But thankfully now I know better, makes me want to get her some nice 'outfits' when I am near Lys. I might just fly over to Lys and scare the shit out of some people with Gaelithox just to buy my wife some authentic Lys bedwear.
Only a few days and I will be flying off to Braavos to meet the Sealord and acquire our fleet of Galleys. Pentos has been stirring recently and they are likely going to try and kick up a fuss about slavery again. So the waters and coast near Pentos are dangerous which we have to pass unless we cross over to the Vale and sail down. I could single-handedly wipe the floor with Pentos but I have my hands full with the Kingdom of the three daughters closer to home.
"I will miss this, did I already say that?" I feel her hands once more and my hair and I look down to see her laying her head on my chest as she idly spins my hair.
"I suppose you have, but I can listen to it all night long and not tire of hearing it." She nods slowly before looking up to meet my eyes.
"I am not sure if I should be angry with you or not, I did not know I would like to have someone to be this close with and now that I do know, you leave." She gives an aggrieved look before I steal her lips and roll us over so I am on top of her.
"Don't be angry, I am also upset we have to separate so soon." I rub our noses before pecking her lips with mine. "We will be together without rest for at least a straight year once I am back, the Royal Progress will be so long you will get sick of seeing me." Her hands slide up my back and her nails drift across my skin finding the same marks she left not long ago during our coupling.
She crashes our lips together and I know she is tired of talking and recovered enough to keep pressing on with our earlier activities. The smell of sex is heavy in the air and will only get worse but I will savor it for soon I will be sleeping on Gaelithox and then onto war. I suppose I will sleep on my partners back then as well, but regardless there will be no soft body to hold onto and it is already grating on my nerves. I should have just told my Father and Lord Corlys I would go and burn the three daughters and that would be the end of it.