AN: seen this concept a lot and wanted to try for myself. Give me pairing ideas please. Laena or an oc stark perhaps. Older sister of Cregan? I need ideas peoples.

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98 AC, Runestone

All throughout the castle, the lady rhea's screams could be heard as she fought o bear her child. The one concieved by oricne daemon on their wedding night. Many say he was so drunk lady rhea had to tie a stick to him to get it in.

Although, many men would silently scoff at prince daemon. For there were few ladies more comely than the lady of runestone.

Finally the lady's screams stopped. And the whole castle held its breath. Awaiting the wailing of a newborn babe.

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RHEA POV

Maester? Why isn't my son crying? I ask, far too afraid of what his answer will be.

However the old rat seemed to be in a trance looking at the babe. Again, I call out to him. But this time I'm far more agitated.

"MAESTER WHY ISNT MY SON CRYING?!"

I ask him in despair. While I hated my husband, to hear I'd had a son made me forget that for but a moment, so joyful had I been. Only for that joy to turn to ash in my mouth when unnoticed a crucial detail, the babe made not a peep. Ice cold fear gripped my heart. What I imagined the cold of the long night 10,000 years ago felt like.

The maester was broken from his stupor and looked at me with a smile?

"Forgive me my lady. The child is okay. Just a quiet lad. Please." He said, handing him to me.

I reach out with shaky hands, trying to cup the babe with pillow like softness.

I see what the maester means when I get my child. He is indeed beautiful. The most violet eyes I've ever seen. They were breathtaking. That and the little tuft of white hair is all the Knowledge anyone needs to know what bloodline he hails from.

I sigh. 'I hope you only got his looks.' I think, praying to the old gods for it to be so.

I'm broken from my thoughts by a loud screech. One I haven't heard since the worst day of my life, my wedding.

I see through the early morning dawn the blood wrym making circles above the keep. I notice the maesters gaze on the beast. Fear. One I myself can sympathize with.

I speak to the midwife there, "darla, please go welcome my husband and quietly inform him of his sons birth. I won't take naming him away from daemon. No matter how much disdain I have for him."

Darla bows and leaves with a quick, "milady," and takes off to do her assignment.

Looking to my son I see him smiling. The only one in the room who didn't seem bothered by the dragons approach to the keep. He just had a soft smile on his lips. His eyes still sparkling.

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DAEMON

As I slide off my mount and make my way towards the keep, fire burns my blood. I can't believe the bronze bitch got pregnant. I'd drank myself into a stupor when I learned of the news in Dragonstone. My punishment from my father for leaving my wife as soon as I woke up the morning after our wedding.

As I reach the gates that were opened without my command I see a common ugly sheep women come up to me and bow, "my prince I have some news." I know what the news is. She's had the welp then. Damn it. I'm not drunk yet. Gods know I'll need it.

The women then hands me a piece of parchment, unfurling it I read only one word: son.

I smile despite myself. A son. Few things make a man more proud than a son he can be proud of.

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I reach the birthing chamber to see the bronze bitch cradling a bundle of cloth. I slowly make my way towards the bed, ready to be disappointed. 'Surely the bronze bitch ruined him. Tis not his fault. The gods are often cru-'

My thoughts stop as I'm met with eyes I'm very familiar with. Eyes that look exactly like my younger brother aegons, the one who passed just after his 1st nsme day. The most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. That and the curl of white hair I can see name him mine.

The babe smiles at me and I actually feel myself return it.

I speak the tongue I will always speak to him in. Our tongue. Valyrian. ""Hello my strong little hatchling. Nobody shall hurt you while I live and breathe. You will be a true dragon lord. Not weighted down by the seven and their stupid rules. Welcome to the world, prince Aenar Targaryen. My son.""

He babbles at me and takes a hold of my finger and tries to stick it in his mouth. Unfortunately I've been patting caraxes. Not a good taste for your first in the world.

My 'wife' breaks my gazing. "If you don't mind, I'd like to feed my son, my prince."

I grit my teeth but don't deign a response. I've seen all I need to. He's mine. And he will be raised as a son of mine should be. "His name is aenar Targaryen." I say and hand him over to his mother to feed while I go send for a goat for caraxes while I get a pitcher of wine.

I'd thought I'd need it for a distraction from my misery. Instead, i plan to celebrate my child's birth. I'll need to procure a dragon egg from my grandmother. I know she'll give him one. Especially when she sees those eyes. Ha! Not even the conciliator will stand a chance to those eyes.

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3rd pov

While the people of runestone sang song and made merry for the new arrival of house Royce, even if his father many times got into fights viciously stating he was of house Targaryen and no one else.

What none of them knew however, was that a large black dragon was headed for runestone. Intent on claiming his rider. A rider that, nobody knew had seen this all before. Only his presence was an anomaly. He knew how this game goes. He'd watched it. Read about it. Even wrote his own versions of it.

The cannibal prince is coming. And westeros no, planetos, wasn't ready for his arrival.

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AN:

Lmkkkkkkk I'm just writing because I'm off tomorrow and had this idea explode in my brain. If you enjoy, let me know. I'll throw some face cams at ya for Some girls I can use for the paring. I will not go w Rhaenyra. Daemon will marry her still. I like the combo 🤷🏼 besides. I don't want anything to do with westeros. You'll see the plan if you want.

See ya 👋🏻