The Dragon Queen and The Black Prince

by AkiraWalsh

Summary:

Rhaegar prayed for a Visenya and he got one. Just not the one that he expected.

Chapter 1

A scream escaped Visenya’s lips. Her lungs burning as she gasped for breath. Her chest heaving as she felt hot sand beneath her nails. 

 

“Maegor!” Lifting herself from the ground she felt her pale silver blonde hair fall down her shoulders. Her eyes fell to her hands, young hands. 

 

Her violet eyes bulged from her head as she reached up to touch her face. Her skin was pale and smooth, the pains and aches in her joints were gone. 

 

“Tyanna you Scheming bitch ill skin you alive” Visenya growled as she lifted herself from the burning ground. 

 

Tyanna of the tower, she cursed the gods the day her son laid eyes on that scheming whore. She had clawed her fangs into her son from the moment Maegor had set his eyes upon her. the sun burned in the skies and Visenya spotted a tower before her. Three figures dressed in armor standing guard outside the entrance. 

 

Instinctively Visenya reached for Dark Sister and looked down upon herself to find herself dressed in full armor. Pained screams filled the air and she felt her heart race. 

 

Making her way towards the tower she watched a man with dark dornish skin and violet eyes turn to her with alarm. 

 

“Halt! Who goes there” she stared at him coldly. He was dressed in Kingsguard armor, along with two other men. An elder one and another young. All three of them had their blades raised against her and she gripped her blade tight. 

 

“You dare to raise arms against me? A queen of the realm?” Her voice was cold as she glared at them “my son the king will have your heads for this!” 

 

“I won’t ask you again” said the Dornish man and Visenya suddenly realized the blade he was holding. Dawn the sword of House Dayne. 

 

“Arthur stop” said the older man stepping forward “look at the blade, it’s Dark Sister!” 

 

All three men looked at her sword in awe and she smirked. 

 

“You know this blade? Good, I will feed it your blood and give Dawn to my son as a gift.” 

 

“And who is your son?” said the older man. 

 

“Your king you fool. The one true king of the seven kingdoms King Maegor Targaryen, first of his name!” 

 

All three knights looked at each other dumbfounded but before they could speak a roar broke through the air. Visenya’s heart raced as her violet eyes shone with joy. She knew that roar well. 

 

“Vhagar!” 

 

*** 

 

Gerold Hightower watched in awe and horror as a great copper beast dived from the skies. Sand and dust burned at his throat as a gust of wind knocked him, Oswell and Arthur to the ground. Their armor clanking as a roar filled the air shaking the earth with his it’s rage. 

 

Looking up as the dust settled he found the woman atop the giant beast. 

 

A dragonrider. 

 

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t roast you fools alive for your insolence.” Angry amethyst eyes stared down at him as he scurried to get up from the hot ground. 

 

“Who are you?” called out Arthur coughing up dust. 

 

“I am Visenya Targaryen, dowager queen. Sister wife  of Aegon first of his name and mother of his son the one true king Maegor Targaryen!” 

 

Slowly Gerold held his hands in the air dropping his sword and as he took a knee. 

 

“My queen, you do not understand. King Maegor the cruel has been dead for hundreds of years.” 

 

“What?” Fury flashed in her amethyst eyes and Arthur stepped forward. 

 

“It’s true! If you are who you claim you have been long dead. King maegor died the year after you.”

 

“That’s impossible!” Her hands curled around Vhagar’s horns so tight her veins popped. 

 

“My queen, the year is 283!” 

 

Her amethyst eyes went wide as he held tight to Vhagar’s horns. 

 

“Who is the king? One of Maegor’s decendants?” had Her son finally had a son with one of his brides? She cursed her foolish nephew Aenys if only he agreed to marry maegor to Rhaena. 

 

The three fools looked at each other with pale faces. 

 

“My queen,” said Lord Gerold, taking a deep knee. “The crown prince has been slain by the usurper Robert Baratheon. The rightful king, King Aerys, is dead and Prince Rhaegar’s eldest children have been killed by the Lannisters.” 

 

“How? Did the usurper claim a dragon did some fool marry into that bastard house?” 

 

“The dragons are long dead, my queen” said Ser Arthur shakily. “Your family, there was a civil war. All the dragons died.” 

 

Vhagar grumbled at this in rage and Visenya longed to fly to kings landing. To roast this usurper Baratheon. 

 

A scream filled the air and Visenya turned to the tall stone tower. A woman emerged drenched in blood. 

 

“The girl bled out” said the midwife. “The Princess is dead.” Her eyes were wide and frantic as Arthur turned to her alarmed. 

 

“And the babe, are they well?” 

 

“Aye” said the midwife “the princess died moments after her son’s birth, a boy.” 

 

“We have a new king now,” said Gerold, turning to a stonefaced Visenya. 

 

Slowly she dismounted Vhagar who grumbled as she stepped forward. Gerold tensed as she held Dark Sister at her side. 

 

“Is this boy a Targaryen?” she asked coldly. 

 

“Yes my queen” said Arthur “blood of Prince Rhaegar and Princess Lyanna Stark of Winterfell.” 

 

“Winterfell?” She raised an eyebrow in surprise before stepping towards the tower entrance. 

 

They followed the stranger Spector as made her way inside. The smell of blood filled their nostrils and she stared at the bed where a girl laid. Blood red sheets and dead blue roses in her hands. 

 

The bed lay in a corner in a cradle. Visenya stepped forward, handling Dark Sister to the dornish knight who looked on with relief. 

 

Grey stark eyes stared up at her. The baby, a small purple thing. Atop his head a tuft of dark brown hair except for a single streak of silver. 

 

“Prince Rhaegar expected a girl,” said the elder knight. “His son and heir Prince Aegon, and his daughter Rhaenys were killed by the usurpers' dogs. He Was expected his Visenya said the dragon must have three heads.” 

 

Visenya’s jaw tensed, so some foolish prince had tried to recreate the conqueror's trifecta. 

 

“The dowager queen is still on Dragonstone with her younger son Viserys, she is heavy with child. We were discussing our next course of action before you arrived.” Said the older man as Visenya leaned forward taking the babe in her arms. 

 

“His name will be Daeron,” said Visenya, holding the child. Turning around she sat upon the closest chair as three knights stared at her warily. 

 

“If what you claim is true then the boy is my blood. I must know what has transpired since I was gone. Tell me everything.” 

 

 

 

Chapter 2

The ghost claiming to be the long dead queen sat in stony silence. Her hand gripped the armrest of the chair so tight her veins popped. The three knights stared at her in fear as the sounds of the great bronze beast outside shook the tower. It was as if the beast could feel her rage.

Her amethyst eyes fell upon the babe. A possessive grip tightened and ser gerold stepped forward.

“Please forgive us my queen. We were not prepared for your arrival.” Said the elder of the three taking a knee, “I am lord commander Gerold Hightower.”

“I am Ser Arthur Dayne” said the dornish.

“And I am Ser Oswell Whent” said the third.

“If you are the lord commander, why are you here?” She sneered coldly.

“Prince Rhaegar wanted us here to protect the Princess and her babe.” Visenya looked down upon the baby. It slept soundly in her arms and she rubbed his soft cheeks. Her own Maegor had been this small once.

“Take child” she said as Ser Gerold stepped forward taking the bundle into his arms. Walking with purpose she stepped out of the room as the knights scrambled to follow her.

“My queen-“ began Arthur as she stormed down the tower. She stormed towards her dragon climbing on the great beast as if she’d done it a hundred times. Vhagar let out a grumble as smoke came out its massive jaw.

“Vhagar, Sōves!”

With a grumble the beast took to the skies.

***

“Only death can pay for life” Tyana said with an amused whisper upon her lips.

“Maegor is not dead,” said Visenya. Her son had been in a coma for many weeks and only fear of his death kept her from taking Vhagar and flying to Oldtown to burn it to the ground. “He is strong like his father before him.”

“He may live,” said the witch, “but he will not be as he was unless…”

“Unless what?” Demanded Visenya gripping Dark Sister tight.

“The lord of light may heal him but there is a price. His health for some else‘, blood of the dragon.” Visenya stepped forward pulling a dagger from her belt.

“Do it” Tyana smirked as she cut Visenya's palm

“The lord will heal him but you will pay the price. All power comes with a price, my queen.”

“Get on with it” said Visenya “but prove yourself false and not even your lord of light will save you from Vhagar’s flames.”

“As my queen commands it,” said Tyana with a bow.

Why did it sound like a threat?

***

A scream escaped Visenya’s lips as Vhagar’s flames set the desserts of Dorne ablaze.

“Vhagar Dracarys!” With a mighty roar the sands burned and Visenya stared down upon a sea of flames. Her uncontrolled rage filled the skies with her screams.

Maegor, dead upon the throne! Her great nephew Jaehearys claimed the throne only for his descendants to kill the dragons in a pointless war. Had she only returned from death‘s grasp a 150 years prior she could have changed the so-called “Dance Of The Dragons.”

Dragonstone, her birthright taken by her brother. Then the throne was taken from her son by her younger sister's weakling of a son.

House Targaryen, the greatest dynasty the world had ever known, destroyed by fools and weaklings. Her brother must be rolling over in his grave. Her line ended by the murder of her son while her previous sister’s line had been reduced to a madman, a weakling queen, a foolish prince chasing prophecy and a bunch of whelps.

***

“Get up” said Visenya as Maegor groaned.

“Muña, it hurts” he was slick with sweat, his wooden sword at his side. He was tall for his age, but he was still a boy. His silver gold hair gleaming under the sun of dragonstone’s courtyard.

“When your father, your auntie and I fought in the field of fire I took an arrow to the shoulder. Do you think I had time to lay down and weep like a maiden? Now get up or you will go without supper.”

Maegor grit his teeth lifting himself off the stone floor. With a shaking arm he lifted his training blade to face her.

“You are a dragon” she said as he held the blade before her with two shaking hands. “You will not shame our house with weakness. I will make a warrior out of you.”

Large violet eyes stared up at her as he nodded, gritting his teeth.

“Now my little hatchling strike me, with fire and blood!”

With the mightiest roar his young lungs could muster Maegor raised his sword and lunged.

***

The heat of Dorne's sun burned at her skin as she watched the sands beneath her burn. Vhagar’s flames danced in the air.

The last dragon in the world.

Her mind turned to the boy in the tower. Blood of her husband, her love and her little sister.

“I’ve seen it Senya. A great cold from the north and the darkness beyond the wall. Only the dragons can stand against it and Westeros must be united.” Aegon had insisted he’d had a dragon dream. Of a warrior upon a black dragon fighting against beings of cold beyond the north.

“I will follow you brother” said Rhaenys, turning to her expectantly. Her smile soft and kind as she held her hand out to Visenya.

For as long as Visenya could remember it was the three of them. But Aegon was meant to be hers, hers alone as per Valyrian tradition. Yet even now Visenya could see the way he looked at Rhaenys.

He never looked at her that way.

She could have his heart but Visenya’s son would have his crown.

Vhagar roared as Visenya pulled upon her saddle. Aegon was gone, Rheanys was gone, her son, her precious boy was gone. They had each other and she had nothing!

Even in death they had each other and she was alone.

Vhagar landed outside the tower of joy as that fool Rhaegar had named the tower. The three Kingsguard emerged from the structure and the terrified midwife as well with a bundle in her arms.

She was the oldest of the conquerors. She was the only dragonrider in the world. She fought all her life. For her brother and husband. For revenge when those dornish bastards killed her sister. For her son and his rights to the throne.

She fought her brother's wars, for her brother's heart. She ruled in his stead when he was off on progress or crushing rebellions. She counseled her weakling nephew when he refused her advice and even healed him as best as she could. She gave her life for her son.

Dismounting her dragon she walked towards the terrified midwife and ripped the child from her arms.

He was all she had left. All that was left of her husband and sister. The gods had taken her son and given her another.

She would set right what Aenys, Jeahearys, Viserys, and that mad fool Aerys had set asunder.

“Your grace, what now how should we proceed” said ser Gerold stepping forward warily.

She turned to him. Three Kingsguards, at her command. She could do worse.

“The war is not yet over. Your king still needs you and as your queen I give you this choice. Bend the knee and fight, for justice, for vengeance and fire and blood or burn.”

At once the three knights took a knee. Ser gerold stared up at her with tears in his eyes as Vhagar grumbled smoke floating from his jaw.

“I swore an oath, the boy was my king since the moment he first drew breath.”

“Good, because the time is upon us.”

“The time for what your grace” asked a nervous Arthur Dayne from the ground where he took a knee.

“Time to take what’s ours.”

Chapter 3

Summary:

Kinda filler but not.

Visenya accepted their oaths of fealty in Daeron’s name, the babe cradled in her arms as she asked for the state of the realm.

The North, the Stormlands, the Riverlands and the Vale were in open rebellion. The Lannisters had betrayed their king and slaughtered the royal children, while the Dowager Queen and her son hid at Dragonstone.

“The boy, will he seek the throne?” asked Visenya. She would not suffer another Aenys.

“Prince Viserys is his father’s son,” said Ser Arthur. “Temperamental and spoiled, he is ill-suited to rule. Queen Rhaella would probably thank you for keeping the boy away from the throne.”

“Good, then there will be no challengers for Daeron,” Visenya said, looking down at her precious boy. “This usurper Robert Baratheon, he too has a claim to the throne?”

“Yes, my queen,” said Ser Gerold, “through his grandmother Princess Rhaelle Targaryen.”

Visenya sneered, a spawn from her bastard brother’s line lucky enough to marry a Targaryen princess who had betrayed her family. He would die screaming.

“And our allies?”

“Dorne will want vengeance for Princess Elia,” said Ser Oswell. “The Tyrells bent the knee to the usurper, but I’m sure they can be persuaded to change their minds.” Ser Oswell’s eyes turned to Vhagar, and Visenya smirked.

Vhagar was not as large as she had been at the end of Visenya’s life. This was the Vhagar of her youth, when she had first claimed the beast upon Dragonstone. She lacked the battle scars, and her scales were tough and shiny. Yet Visenya felt her dragon must remember just as much as she did.

“My queen,” said Ser Gerold, “I suggest we make our way to the Reach. Rumors of search parties being sent for Princess Lyanna have reached us.”

“The Reach is the center of the Faith,” Visenya’s repulsion was clear on her face. All three knights shared a look. They knew well how the long-dead queen and her son had felt about the Faith. They had killed thousands when the Faith of the Seven had risen up against them.

“My brother is Lord Hightower,” said Gerold, “and my niece is Alerie Hightower, wife to Lord Tyrell. I’m sure I can convince them to come to our aid.”

“I am not a beggar to ask for anything,” said the queen icily. “The Tyrells were given their position as lords paramount after my brother and I burned that fool Mern Gardener to ashes. Lord Tyrell and your niece would do well to remember that.”

“Yes, my queen,” said Gerold, pale-faced.

“We will proceed to the Reach, and if these flowers prove false…” Her voice trailed off, and Ser Gerold nodded.

The message was clear: the Seven Kingdoms would bend, or they could burn.

***

Ser Gerold smelled smoke as they traveled through the desert. Visenya had burned the desserts in a rage once news of her family’s fate had reached her. Gerold, Arthur, Oswell and Wylla traveled by horse. 

Above them, the queen and her beast soared through the skies, keeping watch for anyone foolish enough to pursue them. They had hastily built a coffin for Princess Lyanna’s body, wrapping her in sheets as best they could.

The baby was in his arms, and he’d had to beg the queen not to take the child into the skies.

“The king is a newborn; he might catch a chill,” he’d said, and she had begrudgingly relented. Arthur, Oswell and Gerold shared a look. 

All three had thought the war lost. Now the gods had bestowed them with a queen and a dragon. The path to them was clear. They would sit Rhaegar’s son on the throne and aide their new queen. 

Gerold just prayed the rebels relented before too many innocent men died for cause that was lost the moment Vhagar had descended from the skies. 

Wylla, the midwife, served as a wet nurse, feeding the baby from her breast as night fell upon them.

They avoided all main roads as they traveled, and at night, their new queen slept against the wing of her beast, the young king in one arm while she held Dark Sister with the other, always vigilant.

Visenya Targaryen was legendary for her unbreakable devotion to her son. It seemed all that love had transferred to her distant descendant. The only time the dragon queen seemed even remotely at peace was when the babe was in her arms.

Ser Gerold only knew what he had been taught in the histories. Queen Visenya Targaryen was remembered as a witch and a schemer, a sorceress who dabbled in black magic and danced with demons. But above all, she was remembered as a devoted mother who stopped at nothing to seat her son on the throne.

Her lips formed a shadow of a smile as she held her many great-grandnephew.

Gerold turned to a resting Vhagar, the queen of all dragons, her copper scales shimmering under the light of the bonfire. The dragon had killed thousands during the conquest and many more during the Dance of the Dragons.

Prince Aemond was remembered as reckless, cruel, and temperamental. During the Dance, he had used Vhagar to terrorize the Riverlands without mercy. Ser Gerold wondered what Vhagar might do under the command of an experienced dragon rider.

“Your Grace, once we reach Highgarden, how will you proceed?” asked Oswell, daring to break the silence.

“House Baratheon must be destroyed,” said the queen coldly. “House Lannister will also pay for their crimes, as will House Stark and House Arryn, along with the Tullys.”

“My queen,” began Gerold, “while I understand the need for vengeance, destroying so many great houses at once will do nothing but sow resentment. The lords of Westeros will surely turn against the king if you are so cruel as to destroy five great houses.”

“House Stark will not be a problem, my queen,” said Arthur, imagining the thousands of burning dead bodies. “Lord Eddard Stark would slice his throat before warring with his blood. He fought a war to avenge his brother and father.”

“So that leaves House Arryn, House Baratheon, House Lannister, and House Tully.” She would not let their treasons stand. They would die screaming for daring to spill Targaryen blood; Vhagar would make sure of it.

“House Tully is but a grasping lord,” said Oswell. “He married his daughters to other lords paramount in exchange for his armies. Stripping him of his titles and positions will be humiliating enough for him. He also has a young son we could take as a hostage.”

“Lord Jon Arryn rose up in rebellion after his own heir was slaughtered by King Aerys. Surely he sees his cause as just,” said Arthur, remembering the way Elbert Arryn had screamed as he burned. Visenya said nothing as Arthur continued.

“The Vale will bend if he is spared. Raising their taxes and taking hostages should suffice to keep them in line. Lord Arryn is old; sparing him and sending him to the Wall would put the king in a merciful light.”

“What of the pretender Robert Baratheon and his dog Tywin Lannister, who murdered a babe in his crib and a girl barely more than a toddler? Would you have me spare them too?” Her voice dripped with contempt.

“Lord Tywin is vain and proud, and Robert is boastful and arrogant. Let them live shamed instead of dying proud, my queen. Spare them and send them to the Wall. Let them live the rest of their lives as men of the Watch, bound by sacred vows.”

“Their vows did not trouble them when they slew their king and killed their princes,” snarled Visenya. “No, Lord Tywin and his dogs—this Gregor Clegane and Amory Lorch—will die screaming, and the usurper will feed the flames in hell.”

Her word was final, and Gerold, Arthur, and Oswell said no more as the queen rocked the baby in her arms. None of them had seen the dragon go to battle, but none of them doubted her intentions. Queen Visenya would show the rebels why her enemies feared her so.

She would bring them fire and blood.

Chapter 4

Summary:

So some people burn

Ned arrived at the tower of joy to find it a smoking ruin. His eyes fell upon melted stone and burned rocks, the smell of smoke filling his lungs.

“What in the seven hells” he had expected to find his sister held hostage by the three Kingsguard prince Rhaegar had ordered to hold her. Instead he found nothing of burning sand and ashes.

“My lord look” Howland Reed spoke up and Ned stepped forward towards the large indent on the ground. Ned frowned thinking perhaps he was staring at a large hole, until he realized what it truly was. A massive footprint, something being large with massive claws that left a fierce indent on the ground.

“Surely it must be some trick” Willam Dustin “there is nothing that big in Dorne.”

“Dragons were that big” said Howland and Willam let out a scoff.

“The dragons have been dead for over a hundred years, swamp lord.”

“It’s no matter,” said Ned, trying to keep calm. “No doubt Arthur Dayne will head to Starfall, his ancestral home. We will go there.”

Ned felt an icy chill go down his back as he looked upon the footprint once last time.

***

They fell upon Nightsong as the sun began to set. Queen Visenya had taken Wylla’s horse for her own as Vhagar flew above them too far in the skies to be noticed. Wylla traveled upon Oswell's steed.

Visenya remembered the castle well enough. She had flown past it many centuries ago when that fool Agellac Durandon had refused to bend the knee and paid for it.

Now the castle had the Baratheon banners hanging high as a sign of loyalty to the pretender.

“Take my son Arthur” said the queen, dismounting her horse. Arthur rushed to her side, taking the sleeping king into his arms as Vhagar landed, with a great gust of wind. Nearly knocking the men on their backs and spooking the horses.

The queen climbed atop her copper beast swiftly and gracefully as if she had done it all her life. Before any of the knights could object, Vhagar took to the skies.

A deafening roar filled the air and they watched as Vhagar descended upon the ancient keep. Ser Gerold watched as Vhagar landed upon the walls of the outer gates and after that all they heard were the screams.

***

“My name is Visenya Targaryen, queen regent of the seven kingdoms to King Daeron Targaryen. King of the Rhoynar, the Andals and the first men. Lord of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm.”

Terrified eyes stared up at her as she stood atop Vhagar.

“Who is the lord of this castle?” she demanded her voice sharp as steel.

A man with bright red hair stepped forward, his face pale as he stared up at the beast.

“I am Lord Bryen Caron” he bowed deeply as she looked down upon him with disgust.

“How easily you bow to a dragon when you have a dragon's blood upon your hands my lord.”

“What?” He looked up “no, i killed no dragons my lady I-“

“Did you not fight for the pretender Robert Baratheon? Did you not aid in his treasons against your rightful king?”

“My lady-“

“I Visenya Targaryen in the name of Daeron Targaryen Third of his name I judge you guilty of treason. The penalty for treason is death.”

“My lady plea-“

“Angōs Vhagar!” With a mighty roar Vhagar swallowed the man whole.

***

“Is she truly…” Oswell began but one look from Gerald silenced him. He knew they were all thinking it? Was this specter truly the queen Visenya Targaryen?

They knew their brother Barristan had killed the last Blackfyre during the war of the nine penny kings. Could this woman be a distant descendant from the female line?

“She has a dragon,” said Ser Arthur holding their newborn king in his arms. “That is Vhagar I know it from all the scrolls Rhaegar spent hours obsessing over. If she wanted the throne for herself she could take it with that dragon.”

Ser Gerold listened for the screams as Vhagar let out a mighty roar. Turning towards his fellow kingsguard his eyes fell upon the bundle in Arthur’s arms.

A king born of Princess Lyanna Stark and Prince Rhaegar. The boy was destined to rule or die from the moment he drew breath. Had Queen Visenya not appeared they would have been forced to flee to Dragonstone to meet up with the rest of the royal family.

Now they not only had a chance to survive this war but to win.

The gates to the castle opened and Arthur, Gerold, and Oswell along with a terrified Willa rode up. The smell of burning flesh filled their nostrils as terrified servants bent down in reverence. The queen rushed towards Arthur to take the child, inspecting him meticulously as if looking for any excuse to feed him to her dragon.

Lord Caron they soon find was dead. Fed to her dragon, all nights who had attempted to protest died screaming. Oswell bent over emptying his stomach as he watched Vhagar flick a burning man into the air and eat them whole.

“My queen was this wise? These men are innocent, they did nothing but defend their lord.”

Visenya stared at him as she rocked a sleeping Daeron gently in her arms. The babe resting his head against her chest.

“Let them burn so that all here remember the price of treason.” Then she turned to the terrified servants “tell others what you have seen here. Tell them what happens to those that rise against their king.”

Chapter 5

Summary:

Kinda filler sorry had to work today and couldn’t add more.

More action coming soon.

Visenya claimed lord Caron’s chambers for herself and her heir. Willa the milk maid and Gerold keeping watch from inside the room as Oswell and Arthur kept guard from outside the doors.

The servants brought hot steaming water and Visenya undressed unashamedly. Her pale naked flesh eliciting a blush from Ser Gerold as she soaked in the steaming water. Her long silver hair glimmered as the wet water dripped down her naked flesh. At one point Visenya stared at her pale blemish free hand.

She had given her life for her son. Yet it had all been for not. Her precious boy ended up murdered upon the iron Throne and the culprit of such betrayal had never been found.

Curse you Tyanna may you burn in the seven hells you traitorous bitch.

Maegor was never the same after her spells had healed him. His rage was uncontrollable and his actions unspeakable. She knew Aenys’ son Awgon was too weak to rule. But she never wished the boy harm, and yet Maegor had killed at the gods eye. The foolish boy, no match for Maegor and Balerion.

If only Maegor had listened when she suggested betrothing any of Maegor’s potential sons to one of Rhaena and Aegon’s daughters.

Maegor never had a son. A fact that filled her with rage and shame. Six wives and nothing but deformed monstrosities to show for it. The only pleasure Visenya received as Ser Gerold told her the tale of her son’s reign was the news that Maegor had fed Tyanna wretched heart to the dogs.

We will meet again you scheming whore. We shall meet again in the next life. I promise you whatever hell you’ve faced in the afterlife will be nothing compared to what I do to you.

A knock on the door interrupted her reminiscing.

“Enter” she said and ser Arthur blushed as he looked down upon her. His violet eyes turning away as she lifted herself out of the tub grabbing a robe and wrapping it around herself.

”I have sent a raven to HighGarden and killed the maester as you commanded as well as all the ravens in the rookery.” Visenya walked towards the hastily repurposed crib and stared down upon the babe. Their new king slept soundly letting out tiny snores.

“Good, we will leave first thing in the morning” rubbing a gentle hand over the king’s cheek she smiled.

“My queen there one more thing” she turned to them expectantly and Arthur grabbed something from his traveling pouch. “Forgive me for not saying anything earlier but I was uncertain of how to proceed once you made your sudden appearance.” He pulled out a bright red egg from his pouch and Visenya stepped forward.

“An egg long turned to stone” she grabbed it in her hands and she felt the weight of it.

“A gift from Prince Rhaegar for his newborn daughter. The gods blessed us with a king instead of a princess.” Ser Gerold watched as the queen held the egg before turning around and placing it in the king's cradle.

“Here my love” she whispered softly. “Soon you’ll have a dragon of your own.”

***

It was barely morning when Visenya awoke. Dreams of the past haunting her as she rubbed sleep from her amethyst eyes. Walking towards a dresser she stared at her reflection.

Her hand reached up to her soft pale flesh, her amethyst eyes shining bright. She was the Visenya of her youth. She looked even younger than when she and her sibling conquered the seven kingdoms. She turned from the dresser to the crib.

A sleepy Arthur stood vigil over his king and she ignored him as she walked over to her boy. The king slept soundly, his small hand resting on the bright red egg.

“Is everything alright my queen?” Asked the dornish man as she rubbed a hand through the king’s soft black curls. The boy was his mother’s son. Yet she could see he would grow to be a beautiful man as all Valyrians were meant to be. Picking up the baby she hummed as he instinctively rested his head on her chest.

“We will leave in an hour. Tell everyone.”

***

Queen Visenya watched the Baratheon banners burn as young lord Caron swore fealty once more to house Targaryen. Watching his be eaten alive by Vhagar was motivation enough to keep him in line. She held the king in her arms as the servants knelt before her so low Arthur felt their backs might snap.

Strapping the babe to her chest she moved to mount Vhagar.

“Ser Gerold, follow me.”

“My queen?” Began a confused Gerold as he watched Visenya mount her beast.

“Ser Gerold and I will fly ahead to HighGarden” she announced. “We will meet you there.”

“What?” Gerold stared up at the massive copper beast. Her green eyes staring at him warily as if in warning. The queen strapped herself upon her saddle and the king had several leather and metal harnesses strapping his sleeping from against the queen regent’s chest.

“We’ll get on. It’s not like we have all day.” Shakily Ser Gerold advanced and his gloved hand shook as he touched one of Vhagar’s horns. Smoke flowed from her mouth and Visenya looked at him with an amused smirk. Taking his seat behind the queen she strapped him into her saddle.

“Now ser Gerald try not wake the baby with your screams.”

“Wha-“

“Sōves Vhagar!”

With a growl that shook the ground Vhagar spread her wings and they took to the skies.

Chapter 6

Summary:

Wrote this quick on my lunch break.

Kevan Lannister marched his men back to Westerlands. A force had remained in Kingslanding once Robert Baratheon had arrived but the rest were ordered back home by his brother Tywin.

Kevan would never forget the sight he found when he entered the throne room. Princess Elia, and Princess Rhaenys butchered and bloodied. The little prince, aegon a mass of brain matter and skull fragments. All presented to Robert Baratheon as offering.

Only Ned Stark had dared to protest the cruel murder.

“They were babes” he said angrily.

“I see no babes, only dragonspawn” had retorted the new king.

Despite Ned Stark’s feelings on the matter Tywin had proved their loyalty to the new king. Kevan pushed the thoughts of the bloodied bodies from his mind as he rushed to go home.

“My lord” screamed a soldier pointing at the skies. The ground shook beneath him as he put his hands to his ears.

“Dracarys!”

Flames rained from the skies and Kevan was knocked to the ground by his horse. His eyes sting as the smoke and ash filled the air. The smell of burning flesh filling his lungs as he lifted himself to his feet.

His legs shook beneath him as something massive crashed to the ground and he let out a scream as a beast from the seven hells stared down at him. Massive wings sent gust that tossed ash and flame into the air.

All around him men burned, and he watched as the woman clad in black armor stared down at him from atop her dragon.

An actual dragon.

“Kisās Vhagar” the dragon growled as it began to feast on burning men. Bones crushed under its massive teeth. Kevan watched horrified unable to move as men begged for mercy than never came.

“My queen look” suddenly he noticed the Kingsguard behind the Valyrian woman.

“Ah a survivor, it no matter Vhagar Dracarys-“

“No, my queen. That is Kevan Lannister, Lord Tywin’s younger brother; he might prove useful as a hostage.” The woman looked down at him with coldness in her Amethyst eyes.

“Fine” she said coldly. Kevan let out a terrified scream as massive claws wrapped around his body. His legs kicked as the dragon grabbed him and lifted him into the air.

“Sōves Vhagar” the dragon roared but all Keven could was scream as he rose into the skies.

Chapter 7

Summary:

Visenya in the reach.

Visenya spotted banners in the distance. Thousands of men line up in perfect formation awaiting their arrival. Florent, Hightower, Tarly, Beesbury, and Tyrell banners swayed in the wind. As well as many other minor houses.

Vhagar roared, announcing their arrival As Visenya pulled the reins on her saddle. The ground shook as they landed, sending gusts of wind into the air and Visenya smirked as the men leading the Reach’s armies flinched as Vhagar let out a blast of flame into the skies.

Ser Gerold looked pale as he dismounted the dragon. Screams of terror filled the air as Vhagar dropped a screaming Kevan Lannister to the ground. The man looked half mad as he stared up at Vhagar, his blue eyes wide with terror.

“Ser Gerold, seize him” Visenya instructed and Ser Gerold swiftly moved to incapacitate their new prisoner. Kevan hardly struggled as Ser Gerold tied his arms with a piece of rope.

Sitting atop her dragon Visenya waited expectantly for the men in front of her to approach her. Finally it seemed like Lord Tarly was the one who was chosen to greet her. Lords Tarly, Beesbury, and Florent rode cautiously towards the dragon who growled let smoke from his massive jaws.

Gerold turned to the queen as he held a tied Kevan Lannister. Lord Randall Tarly had a fierce reputation as a capable warrior yet faced with a dragon the awe and terror was clear on his face.

“My-“ his voice caught in his throat as he looked up at Visenya confused. This woman had all the Valyrian beauty, the amethyst eyes and silver hair of the Targaryen’s. She rode a dragon yet he knew not how to address her.

Gerold, seeing the fear and confusion on the lords faces, decided to act as the royal herald.

“You stand in the presence of Queen Regent Visenya Targaryen. Lady of Dragonstone and rider of Vhagar.”

Ser Gerold watched as confusion played clear on his face. There was already a Queen on Dragonstone.

Visenya stood upon Vhagar and swiftly unstrapped a sleeping Daeron. The baby slept soundly as the long dead queen held the baby in the air.

“Men of the Reach. You stand before your king. King Daeron Targaryen, third of his name. Trueborn son of Prince Rhaegar and his second wife Princess Lyanna Stark. A marriage witnessed by the Kingsguard, Ser Arthur Dayne, Ser Oswell Whent and Ser Gerold Hightower. Will you do your duty, renounce the usurper and bend the knee to your true king!”

Vhagar roared in the air and Lord Tarly struggled to keep his terrified horse under control. Dismounting his steed he and the rest of his fellow lord took a knee.

“My queen, we are at your command.”

Visenya smirked as she held a babbling Daeron in her hands.

Dismounting her dragon she walked towards the men who knelt before her.

“Rise my lords there work to be done. We shall bring fire and blood to our enemies and place the king on the throne.”

“Traitors! Turncloaks! You cowards bend the knee to this witch and her demon. The gods will strike you down for your treason! Her king is nothing but a bastard prentender born of rape!”A redfaced Kevan screamed, unable to hold his tongue any longer.

Visenya turned to him cold faced and before Gerold could protest she unsheathed Dark Sister and with a swift slash of her sword Kevan lost his left eye. His screams filled the air as he fell to the ground. Blood poured down his neck and chest.

“I will hear no more lies. Speak again of bastardy and I will have your tongue out!”

Lords Tarly, Beesbury, and Florent looked at Kevan Lannister with wide terrified eyes. The man was screaming in pain on the ground as blood pooled at his feet.

Visenya turned expectantly to the men who looked down, afraid to meet her gaze.

“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted. We have work to do.”

Looking down at Daeron with a smile Visenya found the little king staring up at her and giggling.

Chapter 8

Lord Tarly sent a messenger ahead of their arrival and Queen Visenya rode upon a dark black stallion with the king in her arms. She wore dark black armor and Dark Sister hung from her slender waist as Ser Gerold rode protectively behind her. Vhagar had taken to the skies above the castle, circling the skies and letting out bursts of flames to announce their arrival.

The gates of the castle burst open and Visenya was greeted by rows of nobility adorned in rich fabrics and glittering jewels. At the sight of the dragon queen they fell to their knees.

“Presenting Queen Regent Visenya Targaryen. Lady of Dragonstone and rider of Vhagar.” Called Lord Tarly as Visenya smoothly dismounted her horse.

“And his grace, King Daeron Targaryen Third of his name. Rightful king of the Andals, The Rhoynar, the first men. rightful lord of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm. Trueborn son of Crown Prince Rhaegar Targaryen and his second wife Princess Lyanna Stark!”

If anyone was opposed to Prince Rhaegar’s second marriage they kept their opinions to themselves.

“My Queen it is an honor” said a bloated Mace Tyrell as Ser Gerold stood behind his Queen Regent and King. “Visenya Targaryen, that is a name I never thought I’d hear again. HighGarden is at your command.”

“Thank you my lord” Visenya as Daeron let out a gurgle.

“Oh, a king. What a delight.” The man practically cooed as Visenya held their sovereign in her arms. “And what a handsome baby our king is, Alerie don’t you think so?” The man was practically glowing as his wife stepped forward with a smile.

“My queen” she curtsied as best she could being heavily pregnant. “Oh what a little miracle our king is” said the silver haired lady of HighGarden. “Poor thing to have gone through so much so young.”

“Allow me to introduce my beautiful wife Alerie” said Mace. Ser Gerold watched as a wrinkled old crone stepped forward and he immediately recognized Olenna. “And my dear mother Olenna Tyrell.”

The old woman looked up at Visenya scrutinizing her.

“My queen, forgive my lack of curtsy. These old knees are not what they once were.” Visenya smirked as Vhagar’s shadow loomed over the castle.

“It is no bother at all my lady. You can keep your curtsies, your vows and loyalty will suffice.”

“Of course!” Boomed Mace the fool that he is. “We never believed the vile lies spread by the usurper. We have always been loyal to House Targaryen.”

Vhagar roared as she landed upon the gardens. Servants scattered to get out of her way. The ground shook beneath them and Visenya bounced the king in her arms as he became fussy.

“If I could perhaps be shown to my quarters. The king is hungry.”

“Of course our children’s midwife will make sure nothing happens to the king while in our care. There are no men more loyal to the king than us.” Boasted Mace and Visenya flashed him a menacing grin.

“That warms my heart, my lord. I’ll keep you to it.” She let out a laugh and the fool laughed alongside her as she was led into the castle.

Only everyone else heard her words for what they were.

A threat.

***

“She thinks herself the true Queen Visenya” said Olenna with a scoff as she sipped on her tea. While the queen bathed and dressed and their new king was fed and changed, Ser Gerald was summoned to the Tyrell Solar by Olenna at the behest of his niece Alerie who sat in a chair calmly listening to the story he told.

“But the king” asked Alerie “he is truly Rhaegar’s?”

“Yes, I was there when Rhaegar and Lyanna married under Wearwood tree. She begged to run away with him. She loathed the idea of being married to Robert Baratheon.”

“If what you say is true then why did Brandon Stark march to Aerys’ court like a fool. Demanding Rhaegar’s head?”

“Princess Lyanna left word with Lysa Tully and a letter explaining her intentions. Princess Lyanna and the prince hid in the aisle of faces ignorant of the war they had started. Once she learned of her brother’s fate she sent many ravens to Riverrun that went unanswered!”

“And she does not want the throne for herself” asked Olenna warily.

“She could take it if she wanted,” said Gerald. “She sees the boy as her kin. She wants him on the throne.”

“Alerie write to your father. No doubt he can convince the high Septon to “overlook” Rhaegar’s second marriage and proclaim our new king's legitimacy.” Ser Gerold had already done the same and he was glad they were on the same page.

“Tell me Gerold, have you informed our new queen regent of your blood ties?”

Chapter 9

Summary:

I have a fever. Sorry for the slow updates.

“We must attack Kingslanding once” said the queen as she bounced a sleeping Daeron in her arms. She sat at the head of a large table with lord Mace Tyrell at her right. “Vhagar should be enough to take the city and make easy work of the usurper and his armies.”

“Your grace” began Ser Gerold stepping forward as Mace helped himself to another goblet of Arbor Gold “While I understand your desire to reclaim your house’ ancestral seat, I would caution against the slaughter of so many innocent men.”

Arthur, Oswell and Gerold stiffened at the coldness in the queen's words. Gerold had quickly informed them of the fate the queen had netted out to the Lannister soldiers, unfortunate enough to cross her path.

“There is nothing innocent about treason,” said Visenya coldly. “Once the usurper and his conspirators are dead the rest of those traitors raising the usurper’s banners will bend the knee and trouble us no more.”

“Fire and blood indeed” said Mace, nodding his head enthusiastically. “We will gladly march forth to help you put down these traitors” said the rose lord and Arthur had to bite his tongue.

He knew well enough if Mace had marched towards the trident instead of feasting outside stormsend for the better part of a year Prince Rhaegar might yet live.

If Visenya felt the same she kept it inside. She sipped on her wine and before turning to Gerald.

“What would you have me do?”

“Ned Stark will bend the knee once news of his nephew's existence reaches him.”

“Ned Stark supported the usurper” said Mace in such a condescending tone Gerald had to keep from striking him.

“That was after Aerys killed his father and brother,” said Arthur. “Our spies tell us his new bride, Lady Catleyn Tully, just gave birth to a son of his own.”

Visenya sat stone-faced, rocking a sleeping Daeron.

“Tell me where Lady Catelyn is now? She and her sister married other lords paramount did they not?”

“Yes my queen” said Mace “Lady Lysa married lord Jon Arryn the lord of the vale. Lord Hoster used the war to his full advantage instead of supporting the crown he joined the rebels and secured prominent marriages for both his daughters. Lady Catelyn resides in Winterfell while Lady Lysa is at the Tullys, ancestral home of Rivverun.”

“You said Princess Lyanna wrote to Rivverun many times” asked Visenya as Daeron opened his eyes. Two large grey eyes stared back at her and she had to keep cooing as he gripped her fingers with his hands.

“Yes my queen. Once news reached her of her brother and father’s fate she wrote many ravens trying to reach her younger brother lord Eddard but never heard back.”

“How soon can we begin marching towards the city?” asked Visenya.

“We can assemble 20000 men at arms in a moon my queen and make it to Kingslanding fourteen days later.”

“Good, gather as many men at arms as you can and prepare to march to kings landing. I will return within the fortnight.”

“Where are you going?” Asked Arthur before he remembered who he was talking to. “Forgive me my queen. I wish to know how best to aid in your plans.”

“I wish to go home. I must see Dragonstone as it is now and make common cause with the dowager queen.”

“Then let one of us come with you,” said Ser Gerold. He too longed to see how queen Rhaella and the small prince Viserys were fairing. Guilt and shame twisted in his stomach as he thought of the way Aerys had treated his queen. “Queen Rhaella is more likely to believe the truth of king Daeron’s existence if she learns it from someone she knows. No doubt she wants vengeance for her slaughtered kin.“

“Arthur, you will come along to help me treat the dowager queen” then she turned to Gerold and Oswell who stiffened under her glare. “I cannot take Daeron with me. The safest place for him is here. Can I trust you to keep him safe?”

“We would die before we let anything happen to the king,” said Oswell.

“My queen, I assure you there is no safer place for the King than here in highgarden.” At this the queen stood up looking around the solar. She had been here once before. After king Mern Gardner had died in the field of fire for refusing to bend the knee.

The solar had been repainted from a soft yellow of many centuries ago to a bright green adorned with golden roses. She spotted the Gardner royal seal engraved in the wood of one of the windows before turning to mace. The man was a simpleton or at least played one well enough.

No doubt he would expect a reward for his loyalty once the battles were over. He had seen Lord Tyrell’s wife Alerie Hightower. At first she had hoped her Valyrian silver hair might be a sign of her son's blood living on. Instead she learned her son never had the heir he so desperately needed.

The maester, some old fool in grey rags, had brought her a tome on the history of her family. Each passage filling her with impotent rage. Targaryen women were treated like broodmairs. The dragons slaughtering each other for something as foolish as refusing to have a queen upon the throne.

Ser Gerold Hightower came from that family of devout fools that led to her family’s demise yet he had only ever proved himself useful and loyal. Visenya was no fool; she could not rule as regent without the aid of powerful men. Men like Lord Tyrell, the Hightower’s and there was another she might be able to sway to her cause.

”First I will travel to Dorne,” said Visenya. “No doubt the prince of Dorne will want vengeance for the death of his sister.“

“My queen, you must be cautious, the red viper is a nefarious character. No doubt he will take you placing Lyanna Stark’s son on the iron throne as an insult.” Mace looked ready to burst and Visenya was glad that some things remained the same. The Dornish and the Tyrell’s despised each other.

“I will offer them a choice , bend the knee to Daeron and get vengeance or to bend the knee to Robert Baratheon the man responsible for their kin’s deaths.”

Mace looked like he wanted to protest but he held his tongue instead.

“Then I will travel to Dragonstone to make common cause with queen Rhaella. Then to Riverrun and Winterfell.”

“Why Riverrun and winterfell if the usurper and his conspirators are in kings landing” asked Arthur.

“We already have one hostage in Ser Kevan Lannister, I plan on taking two more, Lady Lysa and Lady Catelyn.”

“My queen, I must protest,” said Ser Gerold. “Lady’s Stark and Arryn are innocent; they had no say in their husbands' treason.”

“No harm shall come to them as long as their husbands bend the knee,” said Visenya. “You said Ned Stark went to war for his family so let’s see how much family truly means to the wolf lord. Will he choose the usurper he loves like a brother or his own blood?”

Chapter 10

Summary:

I’m still sick so this is short.

“The reach has stopped sending grain” Jon Arryn looked exhausted as he looked at a bored Robert. The new king looked completely uninterested in any aspect of ruling.

“Why the hell not” said Robert, his face flushed as he shrugged another glass of wine. The golden crown atop his raven curls getting more askew as the meeting wore on.

“I have sent a raven to Lord Tyrell demanding an explanation” muttered Pycelle.

“Your grace” began a slithering voice and all eyes turned to Varys. “My birds tell me Lord Tyrell had been gathering armies. That lord Paxter Redwine has recently deployed his fleet.”

“Where is Paxter sending his ships?” demanded Robert. “Don’t tell me he means to join the Targaryen whore on Dragonstone, your grace.”

“I do not know your grace. It appears Lord Tyrell has forgotten the pardon you bestowed upon him. He appears to serve someone else now.”

“Who does he mean to bend the knee to, Rhaella or Viserys? ” Jon grit his teeth in frustration. The war should have ended with Aerys and Rhaegar. What could Rhaella promise Mace Tyrell to bring them over to her cause? Then there was Dorne to consider, he still had to go to the water gardens to meet with Doran Martell and smooth over the death of Elia and her children.

“It appears the game has a new player. Some woman calling herself Visenya Targaryen.”

“A woman” Robert let out scoff. “Mace is a fool if he bent the knee to some Blackfyre whore calling herself a Targaryen.”

Jon felt eyebrows furrow in confusion. What could some Blackfyre pretender promise Mace to bring him to her cause. Mace had kept his forces from battle for most of the rebellion. He preferred feasting outside of Stormsend to actually going into battle.

“Mace has a son,” said Jon, trying to put the pieces together. “Perhaps he thinks he can make his son king consort by placing this woman on the throne.”

“You’re grace there is another whisper which I should bring to your attention. My birds tell me this is no ordinary woman, this woman calling herself Visenya also has a dragon.”

Chapter 11

Summary:

Still sick but I wrote this.

“Loras look!” Willas held his little brother’s hand as they walked towards the gardens. The large bronze dragon curled peacefully in the distance.

“No no no!” Loras pulled away as Willas held his hand, the dragon opening his large emerald green eyes. Instantly Loras burst into terrified tears and Willas tried to shush him to keep anyone from noticing that they snuck away from their septa’s.

“What are you doing here” said a cold voice and both boys turned to the woman clad in black armor making her way towards them.

“You’re grace” yelped Willas bowing to the silver haired woman. Her amethyst eyes staring down at him with a raised eyebrow. Loras continued to cry and the queen’s expression softened as she knelt down.

“It’s alright sweetling there’s nothing to fear” she held out her hands and Loras instinctively ran to her. Her silver hair probably reminded the small toddler of his mother.

“Your grace forgive us” said Willas “I snuck away to see your dragon and Loras caught me. He insisted on coming along then he got tightened.”

Visenya picked up the small lordling who burrowed into her wrapping his arms around her neck.

“You must never approach Vhagar without a Targaryen around” said the queen turning to her mount. “He could have eaten you and then your grandmother would have my head.”

“I’m sorry mumbled” the boy and Visenya put a firm hand on his thin shoulder. He turned to Vhagar with wonder and she was as reminded of the first time she had taken her own son on Vhagar.

Ignoring the stinging in her amethyst eyes she turned to the young rose lord.

“She’s a beauty isn’t she?”

“She is amazing,” said the boy with a voice full of wonder. “The only dragon in the world.”

“Yes, for now” said Visenya, stepping forward with Loras in her arms. Loras whimpered in her arms as Vhagar raised his head to meet her gaze. Willas walked behind the dragon queen as she held a hand to Vhagar who pressed his massive snout to her palm. “Look sweetling Vhagar is nice” Loras whimpered as the dragon's massive eyes stared at him, his small body curling away in fear.

The queen motioned to Willas who puffed his chest as the queen took his small hand in hers. Gently she pressed his small palm Aaron the dragon snout. The heat of his scales felt warm against Willas’ skin.

“Look Loras I’m touching a dragon” at his brother's voice Loras turned to see his big brother petting the dragon. The sight of his brother doing it elicited a pout from Loras as he twisted his body toward the beast.

The queen then took the boy’s chubby hand atop the dragon’s snout. Loras giggled as Vhagar let out a puff of warm air as Visenya held him in her arms.

“So my lord, what would you say to a ride?”

***

The guards burst through the gates of the garden. Mace Tyrell waddling his way towards the Queen and Vhagar as they landed. His golden eyes nearly bulging from his skull as he watched the queen decend from her beast.

In one arm was his youngest son Loras who was babbling excitedly and holding on to her other hand was his son and heir Willas.

“Father!” Willas ran up to his father excitedly, a smile reaching his large eyes as his father wrapped the boy in his arms. “Father, it was wonderful. The queen took us flying!”

“Fly! Fly!” Yelled Loras excitedly, his hair a mass of windswept curls.

“I found the boys away from their septa” said the queen, bouncing an excited Loras in her arm. “Lord Willas seemed curious to know more about Vhagar so I took them for a flight.”

“Father, it was amazing,” said the boy excitedly. “We passed through the clouds and flew higher than eagles!”

“Thank you my queen,” said Mace, happy to have both his boys back on the ground.

“It was no problem. I hope you care as much for kin and his safety as I have done for yours.” Her violet eyes met his and he blanched before she turned and tickled Loras’ stomach making the boy burst into giggles.

***

Alerie held the king in her arms as the nobles of HighGarden prepared for the queen's departure. Willas had not stopped raving about flying on Vhagar and Alerie felt her heart burst when Willas wondered if the queen would give him another ride.

The queen stepped before her pressing a kiss to the king's forehead. She whispered soft promises in what Alerie assumed was High Valyrian. The king stared up at her with large grey eyes, his small hands reaching out.

“Please take care of him” said the queen, her amethyst eyes meeting Alerie’s blue one.

“Of course my queen,” said Alerie with a curtsy. “It is our honor to host the king within our halls. No harm shall come to him behind our walls.”

“Ser Gerold, Ser Oswell” Alerie’s uncle and his fellow Kingsguard stepped forward “I am trusting you with the king's safety.”

“We would give our lives for the king we swear on the old gods and the new” said Oswell and Ser Gerold nodded in agreement.

She nodded in approval before turning to an excited mace Tyrell who already boasted to anyone that could hear that his sons had the honor of riding on the only dragon in the world.

“My queen, Lord Tarly, is gathering our forces as we speak. Paxter has deployed his ships to block the gullet and all supplies of food to Kingslanding have ceased as you commanded.”

“Well done my lord” said the queen and Mace practically vibrated at the small praise. “Ser Arthur let’s go.”

Arthur nodded following warily behind the queen as they approached the queen of all dragons. Vhagar’s large green eyes glaring at the armor man as they approached.

Arthur watched as the queen whispered soothing words in High Valyrian. His armor rattling as he followed his queen atop the dragon. Vhagar growling as he stepped upon her wing. The beast moved beneath him and he had to keep from tumbling to the ground.

A hand grabbed his arm and he looked up to find a pair of amused eyes staring down at him.

“Watch your step” she said amused as she led him towards her saddle. Taking her place at the front he sat behind her instinctively wrapping her arms around her waist as she strapped them both down.

“Now Ser Arthur try not to scream.”

***

Chapter 12

“We can just do nothing” screamed Oberyn, picking up the closed vase and smashing it against the wall as Doran looked at him with that same placid look on his face. “We must raise our banner for Viserys, we can't just allow the Stags, Wolves and Lions to get away with the murder of our sister.”

“The Tullys, The Stark’s, the Lannisters, and the Baratheons hold Kingslanding. Even those wretched flowers have bent the knee. It would be too great a force against ours.”

“So what?” Snapped Oberyn, his eyes brimming with tears of impotent rage. “You would have us bend the knee. Bow down to our sister’s killer.”

“Yes” said Doran coldly. “The usurper’s time will come. No doubt the dowager queen and her hatchling will soon flee before facing Robert and his swords. We must let the boy grow far from us. When the time comes we will rise for prince Viserys and take our revenge on the usurper and his dogs.”

“That could take years” growled Oberyn. His hands shaking with rage as he kept from jumping forward and strangling his brother. The reality of what he was saying

“Vengeance takes time Oberyn. Let the usurper and his dogs enjoy their victory while they can. But we will win the true game. Once Viserys comes of age and raises an army we will raise our spears for him and-“

A mighty roar rang through the air. Oberyn felt the ground shake beneath him and the door burst open as a page ran into the room.

“M-my my princes!” The boy looked half mad as another roar rang into the air. A great shadow dimmed the sunlight and Oberyn ran to the closest window.

In the skies a great beast blocked out the sun. Oberyn stared into the skies in awe as the mighty beast circled the skies letting out massive red flames tinged with bright green colors. The beast must be at least two hundred feet long with an even bigger wingspan. Copper sales reflected the light and soon the creature descended from the skies landing towards the harbor.

“A dragon!”

***

The last time Visenya Targaryen had been in Dorne had been to burn it to the ground. The news of Rhaenys’ death by these bloody serpents had sent her into a rage.

They only ever got Maraxes head back but not Rhaenys’ body. She felt her eyes sting as Vhagar landed upon the beach of the harbor. Dornish smallfolk running away in fear and Visenya sat atop her dragon feeling Arthur Dayne let out a sigh of relief as his gripped on her waist loosened.

Dismounting her dragon she waited for the delegation that was surely going to be sent to greet her. Arthur scrambled to get off Vhagar and swiftly moved to stand in front of her protectively.

“My queen, I must caution you. Prince Oberyn is a mercurial man with a fierce temper. He is also cunning and fond of poisons.” Ah so fellow poison enthusiasts her curiosity was certainly peaked.

“Thank you Ser Arthur” soon she watched as a party holding white banners approached. Men in armor with spears in their hands and a tall man with long raven hair.

His eyes fell upon Arthur and rage flashed through his face.

“Dayne, so this is where you were instead of guarding my sister” Vhagar grumbled as the man turned to her. His dark eyes looked her up and down. “and who are you?”

“You stand in the presence of Queen Regent Visenya Targaryen. Lady Of Dragonstone. Regent to his grace Daeron Targaryen third of his name.”

“What?” Snarled the man angrily.

“It is true,” said Visenya, stepping forth. She pulled Dark Sister from its scabbard and raised it high. “I am Visenya Targaryen, the conqueror’s wife and queen.”

“So you bring this Blackfyre whore to Dorne” said Oberyn angrily. “You dare call her a queen when your own future queen was butchered by the usurper and his dogs.”

“My prince, that is not true,” said Arthur, stepping forward. “I would have died for Princess Elia and Princess Rhaenys, the princeling Aegon. I was ordered elsewhere by Prince Rhaegar to guard his second wife.”

“Second wife?” Oberyn spat the words out like poison as the realization dawned on him. “He married that wolf whore? He left my sister alone to run off with that northern bitch!” Oberyn’s fist curled around his spear “ill skin that whore alive, she’ll die screaming-“

“You are too late,” Visenya said, stepping forward. “The Stark girl is dead. Childbirth stripped her of her life before you got the chance.”

“Childbirth?” Oberyn lunged towards Arthur raising his spear to strike at him. Swifter than expected Visenya lunged forward, her sword slashing through the oakwood. With a glad battle cry her foot connected with Oberyn’s chest and the red viper stumbled backwards into the said.

“Get up fool” she demanded, raising her sword as Oberyn roared, lifting himself out of the sands.

“Enough!” A cold voice called out and Visenya turned to a man approaching. He walked on unsteady knees and used a cane to keep himself upright as he approached.

“Prince Doran” said Arthur stepping forward as Vhagar let out a warning cry, her massive jaws letting out waves of flames into the air.

Doran’s eyes turned to Queen Visenya, her sword raised high as her dragon moved to stand behind her protectively.

“Why are you here? What is your purpose?”

“We have mutual enemies. While we fight each other the usurper sits on the throne. The throne my brother built.”

“You cannot be serious,” snarled Oberyn angrily.

“It’s true” said Arthur “Oswell, Gerold and I were with Princess Lyanna when the queen and her dragon appeared. She is Queen Visenya and that is Vhagar.”

Vhagar growled at the sound of her name and all eyes fell on the dragon.

“Doran you cannot seriously-“ began Oberyn.

“What do you propose?” said Doran turning to Visenya.

“I want bent knees,” said the queen. No one would question Daeron’s legitimacy. “You will acknowledge Daeron as the rightful king. You will make obeisance before Daeron upon the iron throne. You will recognize Rhaegar and Lyanna’s marriage as legitimate as per Targaryen tradition.”

“No!” Screamed Oberyn lunging towards Visenya Only to be stopped by Arthur. Dawn, the only thing keeping the red viper at bay as he stared daggers at the queen. “I would rather die than ever acknowledge Rhaegar’s bastard with that wolf whore!”

“Not even for vengeance” said Visenya turning her gaze upon a rage filled Oberyn. “Bend the knee my prince and together we can destroy those that killed your sister and her children. The usurper, and his dogs, I’ll even let you kill Lord Tywin, Gregore Clegane, and Armory Lorch yourself.”

“What of the usurper?” asked Doran.

“He will feed the flames” said the queen with a beautifully terrifying smile. “Arthur says he had dragon blood. Let's see how well he burns. I promise you the usurper will die screaming.”

“We were promised a queen,” said Doran. “Elia was to be Rhaegar's queen.”

“Doran no!” Screamed Oberyn increadulous. “You cannot mean to marry Arianne to Lyanna Stark’s bastard.”

Visenya stared at Doran, the soft spoken unassuming man was clearly more than he appeared.

“The dowager queen is with child is she not” said Visenya turning to Arthur.

“Yes my queen.”

The state of her family was perilous, Regent Queen, a dowager Queen, a king still in swaddling clothes, a child prince and the chance for a princess in the future.

“Daeron must marry a Valyrian as per Targaryen tradition should the dowager queen give birth to a boy your daughter will be queen.”

“And what if Rhaella gives birth to a daughter? We get nothing.” Snapped Oberyn. “What about you? You are not betrothed? If you truly want this alliance let us bind it in blood. Marry me and claim the throne for yourself with me as your consort.”

Visenya raised an eyebrow and smirked in amusement. The man was certainly handsome and a warrior. But he would never compare to her husband and her love. No man would.

“Oh my prince you flatter me but I promise you. Our union would not be one you would survive.”

“I told you” said Oberyn “she is nothing but lies and false promises.”

“Fine,” Visenya said, turning away. “I shall bring you Lord Tywin’s head as a show of good faith once I have killed him. Arthur let’s go.”

She turned her back to the red viper and the prince of Dorne. She would not be harangued by some dornish vipers seeking to encroach on her throne. The throne Rhaenys and Aegon had died for.

Arthur walked hurriedly behind her and as she moved to climb Vhagar’s wing Doran’s voiced called out.

“We accept your offer.”

Of course they did.

Chapter 13

Summary:

I’m at work on break but write this up quickly.

lords and ladies of Westeros

We in Dorne denounce the pretender upon the iron throne and denounce him for what he is a usurper and kinslayer. He killed his own blood prince Rhaegar Targaryen and took a throne he has no claim to. He and his dogs slaughtered Princess Elia Martell and her children Princess Rhaenys and Prince Aegon.

We in Dorne will not let this treachery stand. We will not bend, we will not bow, we will not break to the pretender on the throne.

We acknowledge the one true king of the seven kings King Daeron Third of his name. True born son of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen and Princess Lyanna Stark his second wife as per Targaryen tradition.

We recognize the authority of Queen Regent Visenya Targaryen until a time King Daeron comes of age.

 

Doran Nymerios Martell Prince Of Dorne

Prince Oberyn Nymerios Martell

Ser Arthur Dayne Sword Of The Morning

Queen Regent Visenya Targaryen

***

Robert had gone into a rage when the raven from Dorne had arrived.

“Those fucking dragons I’ll kill them all” he screamed as his small council flinched.

“Robert enough!” Jon Arryn snapped as Robert crushed his golden goblet in his large hand.

“It appears that Blackfyre has enticed not only Lord Tyrell but Prince Doran as well. It appears he didn’t appreciate the murder of his blood.”

“They were Targaryens” screamed Robert angrily.

“What about the dragon?” Jon Arryn asked, his face wrinkled with worry.

“Your grace, it appears the Citadel is under command to keep silent on the matter” said Pycelle. “They will not return my ravens.”

“I will kill this so-called dragon” snarled Robert red faced from wine. “I will kill her dragon and smash this whore’s chest in with my warhammer.”

“We have already begun construction on scorpions,” said Jon. “But the small folk are restless. The Tyrell’s have stopped delivering food and Paxter Redwine has his fleet blocking the gullet.”

“Then get food from the Riverlands, and the north” snapped Robert.

“The north can’t afford to feed the south,” said Jon. “No, with winter coming and the Riverlands have been ravaged by the war.”

“What of the west” demanded Robert become more and more irate. “Tywin wants certain concessions.”

“He wants his daughter Cersei to be queen” Robert grit his teeth. Ever since he put on the damned crown all he had faced were demands and problems.

“Fine, tell him to keep his armies here. Send for his daughter, once the Blackfyre whore is dead Cersei will be my queen.”

Chapter 14

Summary:

Im at work wrote this on my lunch break.

Viserys snored softly as Rhaella opened her violet eyes. Pressing her hand against her mouth she kept herself from screaming as the reality of her situation became clear. She was going to die.

Her husband was dead, her son and his children as well. Even poor Elia had been slaughtered by the usurper. Viserys curled into her and Rhaella held him close.

Her baby boy. What fate awaited him if the usurper got him? She had no hope for any mercy. She knew what Tywin had ordered done to Elia and her children. She’d heard the whispers, Aegon’s head bashed against the walls of Maegor’s Holdfast and Rhaenys stabbed half a hundred times. Some days it took all she had not to fling herself from the highest tower.

Her only comfort was that Aerys was dead. If only Jamie had done the deed but a year earlier. Rhaegar would have been crowned and perhaps she could have persuaded her son to pardon him.

Her body wore the marks of their time together. His jagged nails dug into her skin as he took her boy force. Holding in a sob she lifted herself off the bed. Her silver hair was a tangled mess as she looked down to her stomach.

She was with child once more. Guilt twisted in her chest as she pressed a hand to her belly. It was a cruelty to bring this child into the world.

What kind of life would they live? Even if they lived, the usurper would spend the rest of his life hunting them down.

She has no armies, No allies, and no coin. All she had was her name. The name of a fallen dynasty.

A mighty roar shook the ground and screams filled her ears. Viserys' eyes burst open and he looked up at her terrier. An unholy roar shook the room and a vase smashed into the ground.

“Muña, I’m scared!” Yelled Viserys scrambling into her arms and as someone slammed on the door. Ser William Darry burst forth and she lifted Viserys in her arms as best she could.

“My queen!” His eyes wide with alarm.

“What is it? Is it the usurper? Has he come for us!” Viserys began crying as she held him, digging his face into her neck.

“No, my queen. It’s a dragon!”

***

Visenya soared atop Vhagar. Her eyes stinging as she flew Vhagar atop the dragonmount. Her ancestral home standing as tall and mighty as ever.

She remembered claiming Vhagar here. Chasing Rhaenys and Aegon on the sands of this island. Raising her son, laughing with her father.

She was home.

Vhagar landed, sending a gust of sand into the air. She swiftly dismounted her dragon and Arthur followed her. Her nostrils flared as she took in the smell of the salty air.

“My queen” Arthur pointed as a party rode towards them. Village folk rode forth and tossed a woman and child at her feet.

“Take her,” said the man. “Take the Targaryen queen and the brat. Just don’t hurt us.”

The woman looked up at her holding her terrified son in her arms. Visenya met her eyes, Rhaenys’ eyes. Rhaella’s face but a pale echo of her sister.

“Dracarys!” Vhagar roared and bright flames burst forth as the men on horses screamed. Their ashes filled the air as the queen and prince held each other crying.

Visenya stepped forth kneeling down. The prince stared at her in awe and fear. His trousers wet from where he had wet himself.

“Please, he is just a boy” begged the queen. “Kill me instead, please!”

“Cursed in the kinslayer” said Visenya, putting gloved hand to Rhaella’s cheek. Visenya turned to the terrified boy who looked up at her with amethyst eyes. Her own eyes. “Hello, my little hatchling. It is not fitting for a dragon to cower on the ground.”

“My queen,” said Arthur, stepping forward to help a shaking Rhaella off the ground. Her knees shaking as she struggled to comprehend.

“Arthur, what-“

“My name is Visenya Targaryen” said the dragonrider taking the frightened prince into her arms. “I am here on behalf of your grandson. We are going to take back our kingdom and our throne. And any who defy us will die screaming.”

Then Rhaella fell into Arthur’s arms as everything went black.

Chapter 15

Rhaella awoke to laughter. A woman’s voice and Visery’s laughter.

“And then my brother, my sister, and I jumped on our dragons and burned their armies to the ground. Calling out “Dracarys!””

Viserys let out a laugh as Visenya picked him off the ground and spun him around the room. The giggling as she spun him around. The boy had been cleaned and changed; he and his mother had been returned to the castle. His large violet eyes stared at Vhagar with wonder.

“Who are you?” he’d said as soon as the servants opened the gates to the castle.

“Visenya Targaryen” his eyes went wide.

“Like the conqueror's Queen?”

“The very same my little hatchling” her mind raced to explain the concept of death and blood magic to a child. “We are blood, think of me as a very old aunty.”

“But father said all the other Targaryens died” said the princeling with a pout.

“Did your father tell you all the dragons were dead too?” She asked softly.

The boy nodded as Vhagar let out a growl in the distance.

“See Vhagar is very much alive and she’s a dragon. One day when you grow up you’ll be just as fierce as her.” She tickled his stomach gently and he giggled.

“I’m a king not a dragon” said Viserys with a frown. “Father said he was a dragon and now…” his voice trailed off as a shadow crossed his face.

“You are a Prince, Viserys your brother prince Rhaegar had a son” Viserys eyes went wide as he bounced on his toes.

“Truly? Did you save him? Did you save Aegon with your dragon?”

“No” said Visenya softly as Arthur looked at the boy warily. “Prince Rhaegar had a second son. He took a second wife like Aegon the conqueror and named him his heir.”

“Truly? Is he here” the boy looked around excitedly. His violet eyes hungry with longing. Arthur had told her how Aerys had deprived his second son of any contact from other children. He’d even withheld the boy from his mother.

“No, but you’ll meet him soon. He is very small so you’ll have to take care of him and when he grows up you will help him rule the seven kingdoms like Aegon and his sisters. It will be us Targaryen against the world.”

His small chest puffed out as he stood straight nodding his head.

“Yes I promise. I’ll be the best uncle ever!”

Now the boy fell into a pile of cushions as Visenya turned to a terrified Rhaella. The dowager queen looked at her with terrified eyes.

“Muña!” Viserys ran towards his mother who wrapped him in her arms. Her eyes falling on the woman before her.

She was the blood of the dragon made flesh. Long silver hair fell to her waist in an ornate braid. Her lips were heart shaped and her cheekbones were high and sharp. Her amethyst eyes shining like a pair of precious jewels.

She was all the dragon that Rhaella was not.

“Muña! Muña!” Said Viserys bouncing on his toes. “Aunty Visenya says Rhaegar has a son! She promised me a ride on Vhagar!” Viserys turned to the mystery woman with a shining smile and Rhaella used all her strength to keep herself upright.

“Arthur” called the woman and Rhaella turned to the door. Arthur Dayne entered his violet eyes staring at Rhaella with pain and guilt. “The dowager queen and I need to speak alone. Why don't you take our little princeling to the kitchens for a treat?”

“Yes my queen, come along my Prince” Viserys turned to Rhaella who nodded as he toddled away leaving the two queens alone.

The air grew cold with tension as the women faced each other. Rhaella’s hands shaking at her side.

“Aerys would have loved you” Rhaella felt her voice quiver as she looked upon the specter. “A true dragon. He used to bemoan having me as his queen. Calling me a useless whore. But you, your beauty, your dragon, you should have been his queen.”

“I would have slit his throat in his sleep” said Visenya and Rhaella began to laugh. A guttural laugh that nodded into tears. Her laughter echoed against the walls of her chambers as clutched as her stomach and laughed.

“You are her aren’t you? You are Visenya, wife of the conquiror. I have walked past your portraits hundreds of times.”

“Yes.”

“How? How are you here” Rhaella felt an unbridled resentment in her voice. After all her family had gone through since the conquest, the dance of the dragons, the tragedy at summerhall why was she here? Why not then before their family was destroyed by schemes and lies.

“Blood magic” said Visenya “a spell cast by my son's third wife Tyanna Of The Tower, that scheming whore. Using dragon’s blood and a human sacrifice. So my spirit could be reborn when my family needed me most. I thought my son-“

“Maegor” said Rhaella and Visenya nodded stiffly.

“I thought I would return when my son needed me most. Instead I returned hundreds of years later in Dorne and the stark girl paid the price.”

“Is it true? Did some piece of Rhaegar survive?” Her chest felt ready to burst. Poor Aegon and Rhaenys having their lives so cruelly stripped from them.

“Yes, he and the Stark girl Lyanna had a son. Our king lives, Daeron, third of his name.” Rhaella let out tears of joy as Visenya flashed her a soft smile.

“I crowned Viserys but… it doesn't matter. Rhaegar’s son is my grandson.”

“Viserys knows,” said Visenya, “he understands his place.” Rhaella sighed in relief, She wanted Viserys far from that metal monstrosity. The stresses of ruling the realm would break him. She knew it.

“There is much to do, niece,” said Visenya, stepping forward. “Dorne and the Reach stand with us. Mace Tyrell is gathering his armies as we speak. I will soon depart to take Riverrun and then winterfell. Once Lysa Arryn, and Catelyn Stark are within our grasp the usurpers' dogs will bend the knee. With no allies left Robert Baratheon will have no choice but surrender.”

“He killed my son” grit Rhaella and Visenya looked into her eyes and saw a spark of the dragon within. “He killed my son and Lord Tywin killed my grandchildren. I want their heads. I don’t care who you are or what you call yourself. If you will avenge my son, his children and guarantee Viserys safety, I will follow you to the seven hells.”

“It will be done.”

***

Lords and Ladies of the seven kingdoms.

House Targaryen, recognizes no king upon the iron throne but my grandson King Daeron Third of his name. Trueborn son of Crown Prince Rhaegar Targaryen and his second wife Princess Lyanna Stark. I denounce the pretender upon the iron throne calling himself king.

LORD Robert Baratheon is nothing but a pretender and a usurper. A kinslayer calling himself king who rose up in rebellion under a false cause to aid their ambitions. Lords Jon Arryn, Tywin Lannister, Hoster Tully and Eddard Stark are nothing but schemers and traitors.

They slew their rightful prince at the trident and his innocent children within the halls of Maegor’s holdfast. They murdered Princess Elia Martell in cold blood and slaughtered Princess Rhaenys and Prince Aegon and they shall answer for it with fire and blood.

Queen Regent Visenya Targaryen is my kin and my blood and she will strike down all those that stood with the usurper.

I ask all lords to stand with their rightful king. To denounce the usurper or face a dragon's fury.

 

Signed

Dowager Queen Rhaella Of House Targaryen

Queen Regent Visenya Targaryen

Arthur Dayne,The Sword Of The Morning

Chapter 16

Ned Stark found the gates to Starfall closed to him. Ashara’s violet eyes filled with coldness.

“Take you men and go” she said, holding the bundle in her arms. “No stark man is welcome here.”

“Ashara, please-“

“How dare you show your face. Did you forget Elia was my closest friend? Do you really think I would ever allow you in my halls after what your friends did to her.”

“That was on Tywin Lannister’s order my lady” said Ser Willam Dustin only to receive a withering glare from the lady of Starfall.

“Another of the usurper’s dogs,” said Ashara coldly. Her gaze turned up at the banners swaying in the wind. Dayne banners next to the three headed dragon of house Targaryen. “My king still lives, a Targaryen king.”

“Aerys is gone” said Eddard “and Viserys is too young to take the throne. Once Robert takes Dragonstone surely the boy will be sent to the wall. The war is done.”

“This war is just beginning,” she said coldly. “Your false king sits on the throne. But he will not hold it long. Queen Visenya will strike Robert down with fire and blood.”

“Wha-“ began Ned as Ashara tossed a note in his face.

His grey eyes looked down at the letter. Pain, clear on his long face.

“This is a lie! Some sort of trick by Rhaella” Ashara smirked as she turned away.

“Arthur wrote to me. The king is in HighGarden and the Tyrell’s are gathering their armies as we speak. Prince Doran declared our new king legitimate, Lyanna’s son.”

Eddard grit his teeth. He knew Lyanna had reservations about marrying Robert but to run off with the prince. But then why would she not leave a word?

“We have to get back to Kingslanding” said Ned, his voice strained with urgency.

Ashara turned to one of her household knights.

“Give them enough food and water for their travels. Then I want them gone.” Her violet eyes stared at him with loathing before she turned away leaving him with fears and regrets.

Chapter 17

Ravens flew across the realm as Jon Arryn tried to fix the mess this Targaryen pretender created. Rhaella’s letter declaring for her so-called grandson had been damning. 

 

Once news reached the northern lords that Rhaegar had married Lyanna Stark and sired a son with her they stormed into the throne room demanding an explanation. 

 

“I’d it true” demanded lord umber. “Is it truly Lyanna’s boy the Targaryens are calling king!” 

 

“This is a lie” snarled Robert angrily. “Rhaegar kidnapped Lyanna, whatever spawn they are calling king is but a bastard born of rape.” 

 

Lord Umber’s face went red and Jon had to intervene. 

 

“Lord Umber, the Dowager Queen-“ 

 

“That whore is no queen” snapped Robert angrily upon the iron throne. 

 

“Rhaella Targaryen” amended Jon “is desperate she knows her cause is lost. She had nothing but to cling to lies and false hopes.” 

 

“Where is Ned?” demanded Maege Mormont, stepping forward “he will tell us the truth of it!” 

 

“Lord Eddard went to Dorne to retrieve-“ a soul shattering roar shook the ground. Jon clutched at his ears as the deafening  sound cracked the stained glass windows of the throne room. 

 

“My king” called a soldier bursting through the doors of the throne room. “A dragon!” 

 

The Sept’s bells rang in alarm as Robert roared standing from atop the throne he called for his hammer. 

 

Before Jon could protest Robert ran out of the throne room. Breathless his guards chased after him and Jon hurried to follow. The ringing of the bells filled the air as Jon stared into the skies. A copper monstrosity flew above the city. 

 

Its body was long and snakelike with copper scales that reflected the sun. Long bat-like wings spread hundreds of feet wide as the dragon opened its massive jaw and let out bursts of flames into the air. 

 

“Ready the scorpions” called out Robert angrily as the dragon soared above the highest tower of the red keep. Jom felt his knees give as he spotted the woman atop the beast. Adorned in dark black armor with a long braid of silver blonde hair the woman clung to her saddle as one would ride a horse. Behind her was a man in silver armor, the familiar white cloak of the Kingsguard easy to spot. 

 

Arthur Dayne. 

 

With finally Battle cry the dragon burst into the skies as Arthur dropped a large sack from the skies. The black sack fell with a crunch upon the training grounds. 

 

Jon, Robert, Maege, GreatJon and the goldcloaks stepped towards the sack warily. Blood began to seep through the fabric and it was Jon who opened the sack with gasps of horror. 

 

Inside the sack were heads. Tully soldiers, men young and old, nearly a dozen heads of Riverlanders. 

 

“By the gods!” Called Robert his voice filled with rage as he knelt down to pick up the scroll wrapped around the head of the Riverrun master at arms. 

 

Traitors have always paid with their lives. This is just the beginning. Riverrun is ours. Ladies Catelyn Stark and Lysa Arryn are our prisoners. If you wish for them to remain unharmed you will declare yourself false and bend the knee. 

 

The choice is yours. I will deliver king Daeron his rightful throne or I will deliver their heads. 

 

Queen Regent Visenya Targaryen

 

 

Chapter 18

Viserys hugged his Aunty as she prepared to depart. His mother stood behind him with a solemn expression on her face. Her hand on her swollen stomach. A ship had arrived bearing the Redwine Sigil and Visenya had left them in charge of The Queen and Prince’ safety.

“You will come back right?” Viserys pouted as Visenya lifted the small over into her arms. He was short for his age and pale like a ghost. Worry was clear on his face and she pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Of course, nephew. You must protect your mother while I am away. Once the war is over I’ll take you flying on Vhagar.”

His eyes lit up like stars in the sky.

“Promise?”

“On the old gods and the new” she smiled and he looked near faint with joy.

Rhaella stepped forward putting a pale thin hand on Viserys’ shoulder and Visenya turned to her niece.

Years of abuse at the hand and of the mad king had left her thin and fragile. Her face was gaunt, likely from the stress of the war. Yet despite all she had faced, Visenya could see echoes of Rhaenys’ beauty. There was a dragon in her waiting to emerge.

“I will return and once the war is done you’ll meet your grandson.” Rhaella’s eyes lit up before nodding.

“Jamie Lannister, I know he killed Aerys-“

“And he will answer for it” snarled Visenya.

“His mother Joanna was a close friend. Aerys only named Jamie to the Kingsguard as a way to torture Tywin. Aerys brought his end to himself. Punish Jamie for his treason but let him keep his life. For the love I bore Joanna and all she suffered under Aerys.”

Visenya frowned, wanting to ask more but Vhagar growled eager to begin their journey.

“As you wish. The boy may keep life but his father will face the flames.”

“Thank you” said Rhaella, her eyes wet with tears as Visenya pulled her into a hug.

“You are a dragon too. Do not forget it.”

Then Visenya turned ser Arthur following behind her as she climbed upon Vhagar’s back. With a mighty cry Vhagar took to the skies.

***

“Dracarys!”

The Forest burned bright, sending smoke into the air as Visenya and Arthur descended upon the ancient seat of House Tully. The river flowed between Visenya Targaryen and the castle as a roar shook the ground alerting their enemy to their arrival.

Atop the tallest tower Visenya spotted the usurper’s banners. That fool Hoster Tully had taken his forces to Kingslanding and now his seat stood undefended. The gate creaked open and the drawbridge was lowered. Two men stepped forward from the gates as Terrified archers aimed their arrows at Visenya and Arthur.

Clad in black armor with a dragon helm she and Arthur stepped forward as their enemies waved a peace banner.

“Be careful my queen, the Tullys are more snake than fish as their treasons have shown.”

“Snakes burn Arthur, just like everything else.”

They stepped forward as Vhagar growled behind them, her giant eyes looking down at the two men warily.

“Arthur Dayne” spat Brynden Tully before turning to Visenya. “What is the meaning of this? Cavorting with Blackfyres instead of bending the knee to your king.”

“You stand in the presence of Queen Regent Visenya Targaryen. Lady Of Dragonstone, lady of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm until his grace king Daeron comes of age.”

“I got your raven” said Brynden “your boy king is nothing but a bastard born of rape.”

“I will hear no more lies,” Visenya said icily. “Speak again of bastardry and I shall have your tongue.”

The maester looked between with terrified wide eyes.

“M-my lady, you must see your cause is lost. King Robert sits on the throne. The mad king is dead and prince Rhaegar with him. The lords of the realm, will not bow before a child when-“

“LORD Robert will not keep the throne for long. Not once the city turns against him. Even now the Tyrell’s have stopped sending food, and Lord Paxter Redwine blocks the gullet. Once the small folk begin to starve they will rise against their so-called king.”

Lord Bryndin looked to her with hatred in his blue eyes.

“You would have thousands starve for your dragonspawn?”

“I’d burn the seven kingdoms to the ground,” Visenya said with a smile. “Now the time for talk is done. Surrender the castle and I will let you live.”

Vhagar roared, sending waves of flames into the skies as a warning. Men screamed in terror and the flames reflected off the blue of Brynden’s eyes.

“Treacherous witch, there is no honor in using your beast. You’d never dare face me in a real battle.”

Visenya smirked and reached for her blade. Dark Sister gleaming in the sun.

“Grab your sword fool.”

“My queen” began Arthur, his violet eyes going wide in alarm. “Allow me-“

“No,” said the queen. “Dark Sister thirst for blood. Once I defeat you the castle will be mine.”

“You won’t defeat me,” said the Blackfish. “I will give your sword to King Robert as a gift. Now let us begin.”

“No, let us end it!”

Chapter 19

Summary:

This takes place before Visenya drops the heads of the fallen into Kingslanding. Just fyi.

King Robert Baratheon in his wisdom and desire for peace hereby offers the following terms. Should dowager Queen Rhaella Targaryen and Prince Viserys Targaryen denounce their claim to the iron throne and make obeisance before the lords of the realm King Robert will spare their lives. Dragonstone and all its lands and holdings will pass on to Queen Rhaella in perpetuity and her son Prince Viserys after her. Both Prince Viserys and Prince Rhaegar’s bastard Daeron will be given high positions of honor at court. Prince Viserys and Daeron Waters as King Robert’s Squire and Cupbearer. Summerhall the former residence of house Targaryen will be rebuilt and Daeron Waters placed as its lord and his sons after him in perpetuity. Prince Viserys will be betrothed to King Robert’s firstborn daughter uniting both claimants' bloodlines and Daeron Waters will be legitimized under any name of his choosing as long as that name is not Targaryen. King Robert promises an advantageous marriage to a lady of high birth for Daeron Waters as well. Finally all lords who conspired against the ascent Of King Robert will receive full pardons from the crown. 

 

Signed 

 

Jon Arryn Hand Of The King 

 

Robert Baratheon First Of His Name. King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the first name. Lord of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm.  

 

Rhaella looked down at the letter from Robert and for the first time in a long time felt the tugging of her lips. A sad smile as she looked down at the letter. Her nephew must be desperate to make such an offer. It would be rude not to respond. Walking past the fire she tossed the letter into the flames and watched as it crinkled and burned. Then she stepped towards her desk and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill to write her response. 

 

 

Dearest Nephew 

 

I was quite surprised at your offer of peace. Especially since I have it on good authority you have sworn to kill every “dragonspawn” you can get your treacherous hands on. As things stand I am afraid I will not be accepting your terms. As you are an unlawful king and a pretender your authority means nothing. You are but a usurper and kinslayer and you will burn for it. My grandson Daeron Targaryen Third Of His name is the one true king of the seven kingdoms. As we speak my aunt queen regent Visenya Targaryen is working to bring you the fire and blood you deserve. 

 

So I have my own terms. Surrender, declared yourself for the kinslayer and usurper that you are. Bend the knee to Queen Regent Visenya and I will convince her to allow you to spend the rest of your days with honor at the wall where traitors and criminals belong. Refuse and death and destruction is all that you will receive. 

 

Signed 

 

Dowager Queen Rhaella Targaryen Lady of Dragonstone 

 

*** 

 

The journey back to Kingslanding was long and arduous as rumors and whispers grew with each person they came across. On the second to last day of their journey Ned and company fell upon the remains of an army. 

 

Crowds feasted upon the charred bones of Lannister soldiers. The smell of charred flesh and ashes filled the air as Willam went pale. 

 

“By the gods” said Ned as he looked upon the bodies. What must have been hundreds of men burned beyond recognition. Mounds of melted golden armor lay embedded into the ground and the trees that survived were burned and smoking. 

 

Worms and local scavengers had rushed to claim their share of the spoils. 

 

“What could have done this?” said Ned, looking down upon a crow pecking at the bones of a Lannister soldier. The metal of the armor had melted into the skull of the dead man. 

 

“Dragons” said Howland Reed, his face ashen as he stared at the carnage before him. 

 

“The dragons are dead” said Willam with scoff, yet the doubt was clear in his eyes. 

 

“No” said Howland “The dragons have returned. I saw it in a dream. I just never thought- Dragons, old and new, big and small, true and false dancing once more.” 

 

“Lyanna, what have you done?” whispered Ned as his hands gripped the reigns of his horse. “We must return to Kingslanding.” 

 

“My lord-“ began Howland before Ned raised a hand. 

 

“Jon Arryn will know the truth. If the dragons have returned then the war is not yet over. Perhaps news of Lyanna has reached him.” 

 

A sad look crossed Howland’s face and Ned was certain he knew more yet he did not dare ask. 

 

*** 

 

Arthur watched as steel clashed, sending sparks into the air. His hand itches to reach for Dawn and defend his queen as his duty dictated as a member of the Kingsguard. Yet the queen did not need to be in urgent need as she matched the Blackfish strikes as they came. 

 

Brynden grit his teeth as his sword danced against Queen Visenya’s. Sweat dripped down his temples. Her strikes were quick as was her nature as the snake she was. Her dark black armor reflected light as she moved to strike at his chest. 

 

“It will not be that easy, witch” he growled, blocking her blow. She merely smirked as her blade fell from her  right hand and into the grip of left. The Valyrian steel of her sword cut through his armor like butter and he stumbled back as blood dripped down his chest. 

 

“Do you not see?” she smirked, cocking her head in amusement. “This battle was lost before it began.” 

 

His sword fell from his hands with a loud clank and she kicked away, advancing towards him looking like the maiden made flesh. He fell to his knees glaring daggers at her as she chuckled. 

 

“Men are truly such fools, always so eager to prove how strong they are. Your sword is made of common steel  which makes it heavy and surely tired you out. It was no match for Dark Sister’s Valyrian steel which is tougher and lighter. And that armor” she sneered down at him as the emblem of house Tully dripped with blood. “That heavy steel armor did nothing but weight you down.” 

 

“The day is yours, witch. If you're gonna kill me then do it!” 

 

She laughed in his face and his jaw clenched as she turned towards her beast. Pressing a hand to the dragon's snout the creature seemed to growl in amusement as if she too was laughing at him. 

 

“Oh my lord, killing a warrior of your caliber would be such a waste. Afterall it is worse to live shamed than die proud and strong defending your family home. No, you're not going to die today. You’re not going to die until you have witnessed house Tully be shamed and ruined for their treasons now..” she turned to maester Vyman who looked pale with fear.

 

“He has lost, as per our agreement. The castle is ours, open the gates and surrender your swords or Vhagar will make a second Harrenhall of Rivverun.” 

 

Vyman turned to Brynden who was swiftly losing consciousness. With a nod Vyman gave the signal and the gates to the castle openned. 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 20

Lysa screamed in terror as the door to her chambers was knocked over. Catelyn clutching Robb in her arms as her fathers men burst through the doors. 

 

“The Queen demands your presence” said a tall dornish man with a white cloak. 

 

“please my lord-“ began Catelyn clinging to her newborn. The beast roared, shaking the castle walls in warning as Ser Arthur’s eyes fell upon the bundle in her hands. 

 

“Is that Ned Stark’s son?” His voice was cold as she held tight to her son. 

 

“Please Robb, he is innocent-“ 

 

“So was Prince Aegon” said Arthur sharply before taking her arm and leading her through the halls of her family’s castle. Lysa screamed as she dragged towards the courtyard. Terrified servants stood frozen in fear as the sound of a sword rang through the air. 

 

Dark Sister dripped with blood as Visenya watched another head roll. Vhagar purred above her as the Tully guards watched in terror.

 

Any man who had fought at the Trident was put to death for treason. The Maester was dragged before her Kicking and struggling as he was forced on the block. 

 

“You can’t! The citadel will not forgive-“ 

 

“It is not their forgiveness you should be concerned with, fool. A maester should know the law and follow it. Yet you did not protest when your lord rose against his king. You are unworthy of your chain.” 

 

His face morphed into anger and he spat at her direction. 

 

“Whore! Blackfyre!  You unholy demon. The seven will strike you down -“ then his head rolled on the stone floor. 

 

A scream rang through the air and Visenya turned to find two young ladies dressed in Tully colors staring at her horrified. 

 

“Ladies Catelyn Stark and Lysa Arryn, my queen” said Arthur stepping forward. Visenya’s eyes falling on the bundle in one of the girl's arms. 

 

“Lady Catelyn has given birth to Eddard Stark’s heir” said Arthur and the woman held the bundle close to her chest. 

 

“Please your grace-“ Visenya’s eyes shone like a cat as she stepped forward ripping the child from his mothers arms. “No!” Screamed Catelyn lunging at the queen only for Visenya to turn and strike her across the face with her gloved hand. 

 

“Cat!” Yelled the Blackfish angrily trying to break out of his bindings as Lysa screamed in terror, her blue eyes wide. 

 

“Ser Arthur, please remind me. What is the penalty for striking a member of the royal family?” Visenya opened the bundle to stare at the babe. Daeron was more stark than the redhead blue eyed Tully spawn before her. 

 

“Death my queen” she shuckled as the babe stared up at her. Pink from birth and unaware of the situation he now found himself in. 

 

“My queen please” begged Catleyn, blood dripping down her cheek from where Visenya had struck her. “Robb is innocent. Nothing you do to him will ease your loss.” 

 

“Is that what you think?” Visenya pulled out a dagger and placed it against the newborn's cheek. Catelyn knees hitting the ground as she for mercy. “Do you know what armory Lorch did to Princess Rhaenys? He stabbed her half a hundred times as she begged for her father. And the Mountain, some demon calling himself Gregore Clegane, bashed Prince Aegon’s head against the walls of Maegor’s holdfast. As he raped and butchered Elia Martell.” 

 

The babe began to cry as the tip of Visenya’s blade touched his cheek. 

 

“That was the Lannisters” pleaded Catelyn as her son’s cries filled the air. 

 

“Yes” said Visenya “And their time will come as well. They never would have sacked Kingslanding had Rhaegar not fallen at the trident. A battle he might have won if your treacherous father had not forsaken his king for the rebels.” 

 

“You have the castle” snarled the blackfish “you have your hostages and your dragon. Nothing you do to us will bring back Princess Elia or her children.” 

 

Visenya smirked, turning towards the skies, she watched as Vhagar let out a piercing cry. The ground shook beneath her as Vhagar landed atop the fallen tower. Brick and stone flew into the air as the tower exploded under Vhagar’s weight. Large green eyes looked down at her as Visenya made her way towards her dragon. 

 

“Perhaps Vhagar is hungry-“ suddenly she moved as an arrow flew past her ear. The arrow bounced easily off Vhagar’s scales. Her violet eyes went wide as she reached for dark sister. 

 

Her scanned the perimeter only to find a young boy atop the battlements. His bright red hair shining in the sun. 

 

“Edmure you fool” screamed the Blackfish as Visenya turned to Vhagar with Robb still in her arms. 

 

“Vhagar ondurãs!” Vhagar roared as she jumped forth her claws screeching against the stone as she landed upon the battlements sending stone flying. Servants scattered in terror as Vhagar slithered towards the terrified boy who kept shooting arrows at the dragon only for them to bounce off. The boy screamed as Vhagar spread his claws to capture him, taking him into her grip. 

 

Vhagar dropped the terrified boy at Visenya’s feet and stared at her in terror as she gripped Dark Sister in one hand and Robb Stark in another. 

 

“Who is this?” 

 

“Edmure Tully” said Arthur “lord Hoster Tully’s son and the heir to Riverrun.” 

 

“Is that so” a beautiful grin spread across Visenya’s beautiful face. “Well boy I think it’s time you learned a lesson. One you won’t soon forget.” 

 

Then all that was heard were the screams. 

 

*** 

 

Lords Of The Riverlands 

 

Riverrun has fallen. Lord Brynden Tully, Lord Edmure Tully, Lady Lysa Tully and Lady Catelyn Stark are now prisoners of the crown. 

 

In the name of your rightful king Daeron Targaryen Third of his name you are hereby commanded to call your banners and gather at Harrenhall. Denounced the false king and join Queen Regent Visenya Targaryen as she marches south to retake the throne in the name of the one true king. 

 

Signed Arthur Dayne Sword Of the morning. 

 

*** 

 

Visenya’s nostrils flared as the smell of Kingslanding hit her nose. The city her family had built with blood sweat and tears smelled just as vile as ever. Arthur clung to her waist as Vhagar let out a burst of flames into the skies. 

 

Atop the red keep Baratheon banners hung high and proud. Vhagar’s wings blocked the skies as she soared above the city. The screams of the terrified small folk filled the skies and she grinned as she clung to the reins of Vhagar’s saddle. 

 

Her amethyst eyes fell upon the crumbling ruin of the dragonpit and she wished she’d only been alive when the storming of the dragon pit had taken place. She never would have let such chaos happen. Her eyes fell upon the great sept of baelor and it took all of her self control not to burn it to the ground. 

 

The sounds of bells filled the air alerting the citizens to her arrival and she smirked. A Dragon flew across Kingslanding once more. 

 

Flying above the red keep she nodded her head towards Arthur who dropped the sack below. The heads of all the soldiers that had fought at the trident. A fraction of the horrors that awaited the traitors and rebels that had risen above their station. 

 

She was Visenya Targaryen of the blood of old Valyria. It was time to show these fools who she was and why they should fear her. 

 

***

 

“Rivverun has fallen” said Varys as Robert Baratheon, Jon Arryn, Pycelle, Hoster Tully and Tywin Lannister sat upon the small council chamber. “It appears the so-called Queen Regent defeated the Blackfish in battle before taking the castle with the help of Ser Arthur Dayne.” 

 

“A call to arms has been sent” said Jon Arryn with a sigh. “She has demanded the lords of the rivers congregate at Harrenhall. From there we assume she will begin marching south to meet up with the armies from the reach. Mace has gathered his armies and raised thirty thousand men and is preparing to march.” 

 

“What of the whore on Dragonstone” demanded Robert angrily, his face already red from wine. 

 

“The Dowager queen appears to reject our offer of peace,” said Pycelle. “She had clearly been swayed by the Blackfyre pretender.” 

 

“Traitors all of them!” Screamed Robert slamming his fist on the table shaking then rattling the cups. “I offered her a generous peace and the whore spat in my face. What happens next is on her head. Once the Blackfyre whore is dead I will kill her and her dragonspawn!” 

 

“How do you propose we kill the Blackfyre, your grace?” asked Tywin, his emerald green eyes filled with determination. “She has a dragon.” 

 

“We have scorpions” snarled Robert “the dornish killed Miraxes with scorpion and we shall do the same. Once the whore’s dragon is dead her armies will melt away.” 

 

“There might be another option, your grace,” said Tywin. “We have Targaryen gold. A faceless man will be able to kill the whore and once she is dead the rebels will scurry back to their castles and worry us no more.” 

 

“No” snapped Robert “I want to do it! I want to wrap my hands around this whore’s throat and watch as life bleeds from her eyes. Just like I did with Rhaegar.” 

 

“There might be another way” said Jon as he turned to To dry knowing his suggestion was sure to enrage him. “If this so-called dragon queen is Blackfyre, which she most likely is, then Rhaegar’s bastard is nothing but a pawn. A tool which she can use to claim the throne for herself.” 

 

“So what will you have me do” snapped a Robert bend the knee to this Blackfyre whore. 

 

“No, if she wants to use the boy to take the throne then give her a crown. Make her your queen.” 

 

Robert’s blue eyes bulged with rage as he flung his cup across the room spilling wine on the carpets. 

 

“How dare you suggest I marry this Blackfyre cunt!” I would sooner-“ 

 

“My king” said Tywin, cutting off the king in the middle of his rant. “Lord Arryn is not wrong. You need not love this bastard whore. All you must do is put a son in her belly. Once she gives you an heir, dispose of her. Your son can claim the dragon for himself and you can kill the rest of the Targaryens without question. With a dragon at your side no one would dare to question your right to rule the seven kingdoms.” 

 

“How do you know she will agree?” asked Robert as Lord Tywin's words rang in his head. 

 

“Bastards are treacherous by nature,” said Lord Tywin. “The moment you offer the Blackfyre a crown of her own she will abandon this Bastard King and leave Rhaella and Viserys to your mercy. Once you have a son a vial of poison will do what armies could not.” 

 

Just then a knock at the door interrupted the meeting as a page entered. 

 

“My king, Lord Eddard Stark has returned.” 

 

 

 

Chapter 21

Summary:

I’m on my break so here is a quick one.

“Princess Lyanna left word with you” said Arthur as Lysa struggled against the fetters binding her. “Why did Brandon believe she was kidnapped?”

“Liar” screamed Lysa as Catelyn and Ser Brynden turned to her with horrified eyes.

“I was there girl” growled Arthur angrily as Visenya looked down upon the girl. Her amethyst eyes examined the terror in the girl's eyes.

“Lies” spat Lysa angrily “you’re Targaryen prince kidnapped and raped Lyanna. He deserved to get his chest smashed at the trident!”

In a flash Visenya lunged forward, her foot connecting with Lysa’s stomach, knocking their hair from her lungs. Lysa gasped and wretched for air.

“Watch your tongue girl” snarled Visenya standing above the sniveling girl. “Next time you speak of rape I’ll have your tongue ripped out.”

“You bitch!” Spat The Blackfish, his blue eyes glaring at Visenya, was pure hatred. “Attacking a lady when she can not defend herself. May the seven strike-“ Visenya’s fist connected with his jaw knocking him to the ground and making the world spin.

“You Tullys talk too much” snarled Visenya before turning to Lysa. “Yet what I need to hear you will not say. Now girl” Visenya pulled her blade and stepped towards Lysa grabbing her chin. “I’m going to cut out you eye, then your other eye, then your ear, and when both are gone your nose. I will keep cutting off pieces until you tell me what I need to know.”

“My queen please” begged Catelyn as tears fell down her pale cheeks. “We have nothing to do with-“

“Enough, Arthur hold her down as I removed her eye” Arthur gripped Lysa’s shoulder as she screamed and Visenya stepped forward with her blade in hand.

“He hurt Pyter!” She screamed as the knife stood centimeters from her left eye. Tears streamed down her cheeks as Visenya frowned, turning to Catelyn demanding an explanation.

“He was my father’s ward” said Catelyn, turning Lysa in horror.

“I didn’t know he would die” said Lysa frantically, her blue eyes twitching. “I just wanted him to get in trouble. That’s why I told Brandon, Rhaegar took her because he hurt Pyter.”

“Lysa you fool” growled the Blackfish, his eyes filling with horror as gasps went through the crowd.

“It is the mad king's fault,” screamed Lysa angrily. “If he hadn’t killed Brandon none of this would have happened. He is to blame he and Brandon for hurting Pyter!”

Visenya’s eyes darkened as she turned to Arthur who’s hands were shaking with rage.

“I regret nothing” screamed Lysa angrily. “Now your Prince is dead and that whore Lyanna too she-“ Lysa screamed as Visenya’s fist connected with her face. Blood dripped down her lips as Lysa gasped for breath and Visenya knelt down to meet her eyes.

Vhagar roared as Visenya looked into Lysa’s eyes.

“Listen to me you stupid little whore” Visenya’s blade pressed against Lysa’s neck. “I would have given you the mercy of quick death but your words have stripped you of my mercy. You have no idea what you have done. By the time I’m done with you, you will be begging the Stranger for the mercy of his sweet kiss. And this Pyter person will soon follow into the depts of the seven hells.”

Then Visenya’s blade slashed through the air and all that was heard where Lysa’s screamed as Visenya cut her left eye out.

Chapter 22

Screams filled the halls of Riverrun throughout the night. Lysa had been dragged bloodied and screaming into the depths of the dungeons. Lady Catelyn, Edmure and Ser Brynden had been put in adjoining cells and had all heard the screams coming from Lysa's cell all throughout the night.

Lysa begged for death within a few hours and when the screaming finally stopped Catelyn was sure her sister had finally met the stranger.

Curled into the damp corner of her cell the rattling of keys alerted her as she looked up to find the silver haired witch at her door. Her amethyst eyes looked down at her with amusement.

Behind her stood Ser Arthur Dayne, her loyal dog looking pale.

“Is it done? Is she dead” asked Catelyn. Her voice was harsh and raspy. Like she too had screamed all night.

“Oh, no,” Visenya said softly. “I’m afraid Lady Lysa is quite “exhausted” from our time together. But do not worry once she wakes we will begin our fun all over again.” Ser Arthur turned a pale shade of green at her words.

“Where is he? Where is Robb? Where is my son?” Snarled Catelyn as she turned to the queen with rage in her eyes.

“Mmmmm.” Hummed the queen, cocking her head in amusement. “It is on the tip of my tongue.

“He is the heir to Winterfell, he is valuable hostage you would not be so foolish-“

“Watch your tone” snapped Arthur, his violet eyes gleaming with fury.

“Killing Robb is not justice,” said Catelyn. “It is vengeance. My sister may have lied to Brandon but it was the mad king who killed him. He killed Brandon Stark and Elbert Arryn and then called for Ned and Robert Baratheon’s heads. Their cause was just.”

“And what of Prince Aegon and Princess Rhaenys” asked Visenya. “What people did they kill?”

“That was the Lannisters,” said Catelyn pleading. “Ned would never-“

“Dogs that lay together get the same fleas” snarled Visenya. “Perhaps I’ll have your boy stabbed half a hundred times like Princess Rheanys? Or have his head bashed against the wall as you watch like Prince Aegon? Or perhaps I’ll throw him in the river you Tullys love so much. See if his Tully blood gives him the ability to swim.”

Catelyn lunged at her with a scream only for the chains at her wrist and ankles stopping her.

Visenya laughed as Catelyn screamed and Arthur watched as the queen stood still waiting for Catelyn to give in.

“Please” begged Catelyn, collapsing into tears. “You have your dragon. You have the Reach and Dorne, but Robert still holds The Westerlands, The Vale, the Stormlands and the north. This madness must end. ”

“Does it” asked Visenya “what do you suggest?”

“Prince Rhaegar is gone and his children as well. The faith will never accept a bastard son born of polygamy as king. Further war will only bring more bloodshed. Robert has a claim to the throne and Prince Viserys as well if your cause is as just as you claim. Call for a great council as the old king did in days of old. Spare Lysa so she may confess her sins. Let the assembled lords of the seven kingdoms choose who shall rule them.”

“You cannot be serious” snarled Arthur turning to his queen who only laughed. Her voice reverberated through the stones of the dungeons walls.

“Oh you poor simple fool” said Visenya "Jaehearys was a fool to call a great council instead of declaring his chosen heir outright. Only house Targaryen has the right to decide who will be king, no others. As for what the faith will say about Daeron’s legitimacy I can promise you Vhagar is very convincing. They will bend or they will burn. Now I believe it’s time for you to write a little letter, two letters in fact. One for you father and one for your husband telling all that Lysa has confessed.”

“And if I don’t” snapped Catelyn with a final spark of defiance.

“Well then, I’m afraid little Robb won’t live to see his first name day.” Visenya turned away to leave and Arthue followed behind her. “I’ll give a couple of minutes to consider you choice.”

Chapter 23

Summary:

Wrote this before bed.

“Brother I was expecting you” Quaithe looked at the crow upon her window and gripped the mask, glamouring her as a third blood red eye met her own mismatched eyes. Shiera glimpsed visions of what her halfbrother had become.

“Sister” hissed the crow “it was you. You brought the witch queen back from the dead.”

“No,” said Shiera with a smirk. “Not even I am that powerful. It was a curse cast upon her by another and a foolish girl who paid the prize she could not understand.”

“Lyanna” hissed Bloodraven.

“Poor thing, she thought she would give Rhaegar his Visenya and she did just not the Visenya she expected. Her life paid for the dragons queens.”

“And the dragon?” The crow shrieked with rage.

“How many thousands died during the war” asked Shiera with a shrug “how many bodies burned in the fields never to see their families again. Men dying willingly for their chance at glory, sacrifices to Rhallor.”

“You know not what you’ve done” hissed the thing amongst the trees that was once Brynden Rivers. “It was Bran Stark, and Daenearys they were-“

“To be your pawns?” Finished the witch with amusement in her voice. “You are not the only one who can see glimmers of what is to be, brother. I saw it all. the realm torn by war. A bastard prince at the wall betrayed by his brothers and a broken wolf crowned by you as the others march south.”

“You have no idea what you have done. Visenya’s destiny was at an end. It was Daenearys who-“

“You are no god brother. No more than I am. Their destiny is not for ours to control."

“You fool, you will bring chaos into this world. I would have brought order I-“ with a flick of her wrist the crow screamed as he burst into flames.

Let him rant and rave to those trees he loved so much. He may have lost his humanity long ago. Yet her brother remained very much a man.

A thousand and eyes and one and yet he was too blind to see the true enemy. One he’d helped create.

Chapter 24

“Is it true!” Ned’s voice rang as he stared upon his friend on the iron throne. “Is it true Lyanna has a son?”

“Ned-“ began Jon as Ned turned to him with fury in his eyes.

“Is what they are saying true? Did Lyanna run off with Rhaegar?”

“That is a lie” roared Robert gripping the throne so tight blood began to seep through his fingers. “That Blackfyre whore will say anything to take the throne.”

“She has a dragon Robert” said Ned angrily, days of exhaustion and confusion taking their toll. “Why would she declare Lyanna’s son king when she could just take the throne for herself?”

“That sounds like treason,” said Robert standing up angrily. Baratheon soldiers and gold cloaks reached for their blades as Ned stood firm.

“Robert enough,” said Jon, stepping forward to stand between his two foster sons. “Ned, listen to me, we don’t even know if this child exists. It could be her own child she is claiming as Lyanna’s to put her blood on the throne.”

“Why not take the throne herself?” said Ned. “She is clearly a Targaryen even if she is a Blackfyre and with a dragon at her side no one would dare oppose her.”

“No woman can sit the iron throne” said Jon. “Rhaenyra Targaryen was her father’s heir, she had dragons and not even she was allowed to rule in her own name.”

“My lords” said a slythery voice and they turned to the bald man in perfumed robes. “I bring you urgent news regarding the Dragon Queen.”

“She is no queen” roared Robert angrily.

“My apologies, your grace” said Varys with a deep bow. “But it appears the False queen has begun her assault on the Riverlands. She has taken Riverun and she marches towards Harrenhal. It appears she has taken Lord Brynden Tully, Lord Edmure, and ladies Lysa and Catelyn as her prisoners.”

***

“We only did as our liege lord commanded” said Lord Bracken as he faced Vhagar’s fury at his gates. “We did not know what Tywin Lannister would do to the Targaryen children no one did.”

Visenya sat atop Vhagar as she roared in the fool's face. He had emerged from his castle with a peace banner and fallen at her feet.

Already Houses Mallister, Blackwood and Frey had bent the knee to Visenya and her dragon. Forces gathered day by day to Harrenhall and ravens flew throughout the seven kingdoms.

“You chose your liege lord over your king and for that punishment is deserved. You have two weeks to take all your men and march to Harrenhall. Or else I will return and make a second Harrenhall of your precious halls with you inside them.”

Vhagar roared, shaking the ground and the man looked up at her terrified.

“Vhagar, sōves!”

***

Visenya flew above the towers of Harrenhall. The ancient ruin a reminder of who she was. Visenya Targaryen queen of the seven kingdoms and a dragonrider. The only dragon rider in the world.

A party emerged from the castle to meet her and she spotted Arthue Dayne and his white cloak rushing to meet her.

“My queen” he took a knee “there is urgent news from
The Reach.”

Instantly her eyes widened in alarm. Was Daeron alright? Images of burning HighGarden to the ground flashed through her mind.

“What is it” she demanded as he handed her a note from lord Mace Tyrell.

My dearest queen, we are most honored to inform you of the King’s good health and safety. Lord Commander Gerald Hightower and Ser Oswell have not been parted from his grace for a second since your departure. He is the joy of HighGarden and we have even more joyous news. This very morning as the king was being fed a loud crack emerged from his crib. The dragon egg which had been growing warmer and warmer since his arrival had cracked and a small hatchling had emerged. A ruby colored dragon for his grace, the gods have blessed the king with a dragon. I have already organized a feast to celebrate and saw it my duty to inform you at once. The troops have gathered and are ready to march at your command.

Warmest Wishes

Your loyal servant

Mace Tyrell Lord of HighGarden and Lord Of The Reach

“Ser Arthur we are leaving at once” his violet eyes widened in alarm and turned to Vhagar. Her amethyst eyes stinging with rage. She had missed Daeron’s egg hatching. She would not miss any more moments with her son. The urge to fly to Kingslanding and burn it to the ground as revenge for robbing her of this moment tugged at her heart. Yet her desire to see Daeron was greater.

“Is the king alright?” asked Arthur, alarmed.

“He is well, but I need to be at his side. Now more than ever. Arthur, you will remain here as I return to HighGarden. Once the rest of the men arrive, begin marching south at once. We will Combine our forces in Kingslanding.”

Before he could protest she was already climbing atop Vhagar.

“Vhagar Sōves!”

Chapter 25

Tywin stood atop the balcony of Maegor’s holdfast. His armor shining as he waited for the man that was supposed to arrive. The sun set in the distance and his irritation grew. Gerion, that fool brother of his had many contacts in Braavos, one that had assured him he could get him a meeting with a faceless man.

“You are lucky my lord, I was already in Westeros. A very rich woman eager to get rid of her husband,” Tywin flinched as he turned around. Standing before him was a man bathed in shadows. A hood atop his face. “I must admit I was curious, who the lord of Casterly Rock wanted to dispose of, that he could not eliminate himself.”

“A whore and a child,” said Tywin coldly. “No doubt, you’ve heard. Some Blackfyre wench calling herself Visenya Targaryen and her bastard Daeron.”

“No,” said the man, turning away. “News of the witch queen’s return has reached us and the dragon she commands.”

“The dragon will be no threat once the whore and her spawn are dead.” Said Tywin with clear irritation.

“The price will be steep, one not even you could pay,” said the man.”

“I have gold” said Tywin “the Targaryen treasury, no doubt Robert will thank me once the bitch is dead and something even more precious.”

Tywin turned towards his chambers reaching for something locked away. When he emerged he held a cream colored stone with a single golden stripes going down the middle.

“Is that-“ began the man and Tywin nodded.

“I took it from the treasury before that fool Robert arrived. No doubt he would have smashed it with his war hammer had he gotten his hands on. A dragon egg, one that once belonged to Princess Eleana Targaryen and I have another as well Aerion Brightflame’s egg. The only two eggs to survive the flames of summerhall.”

The man reached out and Tywin handed him the egg. Holding the large stone in his hand tywin looked into the man’s eyes but all he saw was shadows.

“I’ll take both eggs, and half the treasury as payment” said the man.

“Fine, kill the whore and the child and they will be yours. Take the egg, you will get the rest of your payment once the job is done.”

The man nodded and before Tywin could ask more the man was gone.

Chapter 26

Servants scattered as Visenya marched through highgarden’s halls towards the nursery.

“My queen,” said Ser Oswell, moving as she burst through the doors. Daeron was sleeping in his cribs, and lady Alerie looked up startled from her needlework as Visenya, clad in armor marched towards her son.

Her eyes scanned him for any sign of harm as he snored softly and then her eyes fell upon the creature at his side. A long serpentine neck, ruby colored wings with dark black veins and ruby scales that turned golden at the belly.

“It is a miracle, my queen,” said Lady Alerie with a humble curtsy. “Willa was feeding the king when the egg exploded and the hatchling burst forth.”

With a shaking hand Visenya touched the hatchlings sleeping form. Dark black eyes opened staring back at her.

“Valerion” whispered Visenya running her hand down the hatchling's spine. Daeron opened his eyes and pools of dark silver stared up at her. Valerion pressed his snout to the baby’s soft cheeks. “His name will be Valerian after the black dread.”

“Yes my queen” said Oswell with a nod as Visenya picked up the little king. The hatchling crawled up her armored arm to rest on her shoulder. Daeron babbled incoherently as she turned to Lady Alerie.

“Your father is lord Hightower is he not?”

“Yes my queen,” said Alerie with a nod.

“Good, please send him a raven. We must have the faith on our side if Daeron is to ascend the throne Unquestioned.”

She would not make the same mistake that Maegor and Aenys had. She may despise the septons and the faith but she would not antagonize those pious fools as long as they acknowledged her family’s rule.

“My queen” she turned to find Lord Gerold Hightower walking forth. His eyes falling upon Daeron in her arms.

“Ah lord Gerold, you must write to your brother. Send for the high Septon at once. The time has come for Daeron’s coronation, I trust lord Layton can convince the faith to acknowledge Daeron’s divine right to rule.”

Gerold looked at the dragon on Visenya’s shoulder and remembered the sounds of Lannister men burning.

“It will be done, my queen.”

***

The sept in HighGarden was packed to bursting. All the noble lords of the Reach had traveled as quickly as possible once Mace Tyrell had sent the ravens. Visenya, dressed in a dark red dress adorned with black lace, stood before the high Septon. Valerian sat upon her shoulders hissing as Visenya held Daeron in her arms.

“Who brings this child here on this day.” Asked the man and Olenna Tyrell gave her a warning glance as Visenya stepped forward.

”Visenya Targaryen.” Ser Gerold stood behind her, and she swore he let out a sigh of relief.

“Do promise to guide this child in all the tenants of the faith.”

“I do” she said coldly knowing she would do no such thing. Sure he’d pay they enough homage to keep them in line but she would die once more before she ever raised another Bailor The Blessed.

The fat fool wore his Ridiculous crystal crown as he shakily blessed Daeron with holy oils.

“In the name of the mother, the father, the maiden, the warrior, the smith, the crone, and the stranger, I declare to you King Daeron of house Targaryen may you reign be long and prosperous.”

Taking the child in her arms she turned to crowds of nobility. Raising Daeron above her arms with Valerion at her shoulders as a symbol of Targaryen power.

“Lord’s of the Reach, true amongst the true. I present to you, your king. Trueborn son of Prince Rhaegar of house Targaryen and Princess Lyanna Stark. The gods have blessed him with the hatching of the first dragon in over a hundred years. If any man questions his right to rule let him speak now.”

Terrified eyes stared back at her and the sept was filled with silence.

“Long live the king!”

“Long live the king!”

***

“The troops stationed at Harrenhall have begun marching south” said Varys as Ned, Jon, Robert, Tywin and Hoster Tully say in the small council chambers. “It appears the river lords bent their knees quite easily when faced with a dragon.”

“Fucking traitors” growled Robert red faced. “I will punish them dearly when this Blackfyre whore is dead.”

“Is the Blackfyre marching south with the riverlords?” asked Ned.

“No, it appears this false queen took her dragon to HighGarden. My little birds tell me the high Septon has crowned the boy king.”

“So the faith has taken a side” said Jon with a tired sigh. “No doubt lord Hightower was easily able to bring the faith to their cause.”

“Yes my lord” said Varys sounding vaguely amused at the clear panic on the Lord Of the Vale’s face. “I must inform you of another development.”

“What is it?” snapped Robert angrily, gripping his cup so tight the gold was beginning to bend.

“It appears this boy king calling himself Daeron has hatched a dragon of his own.”

“What!” Robert stood up “we must kill the boy and his dragon at once. He must not be allowed to grow to manhood.”

“Robert, the boy is innocent. He has done nothing to you.”!

“That is no boy, he is a bloody dragonspawn. A bastard born of rape! He will burn the seven kingdoms to the ground. We must smother him is cradle.”

“And if he is Lyanna’s son” said Ned standing furious. “He is my blood and hers, I won’t-“

“The will die” said a cold voice Ned turned angrily to Tywin who sat across from him cold as ever. “The dragons are not the threat, it is this Blackfyre and her bastard. Once they are dead the danger will pass. I have already taken measures to eliminate them.”

“What have you done” demanded Ned as Jon grabbed his arm to keep him from lunging at the old lion.

“What we should have done from the beginning. A faceless man will do what armies can not. The bastard and his whore are as good as dead.”

Ned turned to Robert and to his horror all he saw was glee in his cold blue eyes.

Chapter 27

Summary:

Sorry y’all don’t like my faceless man plot. Euron paid for balon’s death with a dragon egg. I thought two eggs and part of the treasury would suffice. Sorry!

“That whore!” Hoster slammed his fist against the small council table. On the table drenched in blood was a single ocean blue eye.

Letters had arrived via messenger for Hoster and Ned. Catelyn’s shaking handwriting explaining all that had transpired since Visenya had taken them hostage.

“Is this true” demanded Ned angrily “did your daughter lie to Brandon and lead him to his death.”

“You cannot believe these lies,” demanded Hoster angrily. His gaze fell on Lysa’s bloody eye on the table.

“Eddard” said Jon, stepping forward “if she has tortured Lysa as this suggests then we cannot trust anything Catleyn wrote.”

Ned looked down at Catelyn’s letter, his chest feeling like it might burst. Where was Lyanna? What happened to his son who was now in the grasp of men who hated him.

“We must do something,” demanded Hoster, turning to Robert. “We cannot just leave my daughters at the mercy of this mad Targaryen bitch.”

“Tywin has assured me he had the matter in hand” said Robert. “His assassin will rid us of this pretender whore and her spawn.”

“Robert this is ill thought” said Jon worry clear upon his face. “If this assassin fails, what is to keep this Blackfyre from murdering Lysa, Catelyn, and Edmure, not to mention Ned’s son and heir.”

“And what would you have me do?” said Robert angrily. “Bend the knee to this false Targaryen bitch. She would have a sword at my neck, and yours as well. Ned can always sire another son-“

“Robert” snarled Ned angrily.

“You knew the risk when you chose to support my claim” said Robert angrily. “You marched to war at my side, you fought with me at the trident. Now some Targaryen bitch and her pet dragon shows up and you're having second thoughts.”

“I made a vow” said Ned grinning the table tight to keep from throttling his friend. “But I made no promise to slaughter children.”

“They were Targaryen’s!” Screamed Robert slamming his fist on the table. The legs of the table cracking as the wood split apart.

“There is still a chance for peace Robert” said Jon with a sigh. “Send her generous terms, give her gold honors, give her the crown she wants and make her your queen. Have Viserys and Daeron raised as princes of the realm as long as they bend the knee.”

“I wish to know the truth” said Ned standing up. “Let me go to HighGarden and meet this false Targaryen for myself. If she holds Lyanna she will tell me the truth of everything. No innocent child needs to die. Let me raise my sister’s son at winterfell. He will give up his claim if you let me take him.”

“And what of the dragon” demanded Robert.

“The dragon is no threat to you, it is merely a hatchling easily dealt with” pleaded Ned desperately.

“Boys are fathers to men, and bastards are treacherous by nature. When your so-called nephew comes of age what is to keep him from rising against my sons?”

“I’ll send him to the wall, spare him and let him take the black. Let him live his days as man of the nights Watch bound by sacred vows.”

Robert said nothing as Ned awaited his response. Then he turned to Jon.

“Send the ravens, as long as the whore bends the knee and declares me the rightful king I will marry her and make her my queen.”

Ned sighed as Robert stood and stormed out of the room. With any luck Tywin's assassin would kill the bitch and he’d not have to bother with her. Then he would punish all these traitors that stood against him.

Chapter 28

The door to the nursery cracked open and Visenya reached for dark sister.

“My queen, it is time for the king’s feeding-“ said Willa with wide eyes as Visenya lunged for her. The woman let out a terrified scream and Visenya heard slamming on the other side of the door.

“My queen is everything alright-“ said Gerold as he began kicking the door.

Daeron awoke with a terrified scream as Visenya rushed to his crib standing in front of it protectively.

“Who are you?” Demanded Visenya glaring at the woman’s face. The air singing with magic.

“M-my queen I don’t-“

“Did you think this pathetic glamour could fool me? I could sense you were different the moment you walked through the door.

“This is the first time someone has seen through my magic” Willa’s false terror turned to a smirk. Letting out a laugh as she lifted her hand to pull at her face the flesh shifting and morphing until a tall man stood before her.

“What do you want?” demanded Visenya, holding on to Daeron’s crib as the baby continued to scream.

“Nothing much, just your life and that bastard’s too.” The man pulled a blade from his robes and Visenya could hear Gerold and Oswell screaming from the other side of the door. “You have defied nature and my god demands you return from where you came.”

“So no one sent you here? Just your god?”

“Why not both?” said the man, lifting his blade with a smirk. “Tywin Lannister paid handsomely for your head and the boy’s.”

“Then he will be deeply disappointed” with a glad cry Visenya lunged towards the man. The sound of their steel clashing ringing through the air. Their blade danced and Visenya grunted as he kicked her in the stomach knocking her back.

She crashed into a chair and lifted herself with grunt.

“First the boy” said the man running toward the crib.

“No!” Screamed Vinseya pulling a knife from her belt and throwing it at the man. With a surprised cry he moved to dodge the flying blade as Visenya tackled him. They crashed on the ground, their fall cushioned by lush carpet.

“You will not take my son from me” she screamed as her fist connected with the man’s face. The sound of his nose cracking filling the air as her fist was drenched in blood.

Visenya screamed as a dagger stabbed her shoulder. With a twist of his legs he knocked her on her back. She gasped as two hands wrapped around her neck.

Flailing and kicking she reached for a blade as he stared down at her with a mad smile.

Then his head was off. His body collapsed upon her as Gerold stood above her. His neck rained blood upon her and she gasped for breath.

“My queen” he held out a hand but she slapped it away. On shaky knees she walked towards Daeron. Valerion screeched in panic as she reached for her little king. The hatchling climbing up her shoulder as she held Daeron in her shaky arms she heard Vhagar let out a furious roar. The castle shook with her rage as Gerold turned to her.

Her silver hair and face were drenched in blood. The assassin lay dead and his head had rolled into the corner of the room.

With Daeron in her arms she turned towards the door.

“My queen, are you injured-“ she ignored him as she walked down the halls. Terrified servants scattered as she marched through and Mace looked at her in horror as he ran to keep up with her.

“My queen, by the gods! Are you well please tell me the king-“

She ignored him as she walked towards Vhagar who was roaring in rage.

“Prepare the troops Lord Tyrell, we march as soon as the sun rises.” Then she turned to Gerold and handed him Daeron and the Kingsguard bounced the baby gently doing all he could to calm the screaming baby. Valerion climbed Gerold's shoulder to be with his future rider as Visenya Climbed Vhagar’s wing.

“My queen, where are you going?” Asked a shaken Mace.

“To battle my lord. This will not go unanswered I’m of to burn Lannisport to the ground.”

Chapter 29

“Dracarys!”

No one expected an assault at night. A mighty roar rang through the skies as Vhagar descended upon Lannisport its citizens were startled awake moments before fire rained upon them from the skies.

Buildings exploded and into the air. Stone melted and toppled and screams of terror filled the air. Ash and smoke rose into the night skies as Visenya took her vengeance.

“Dracarys! Vhagar!” Visenya gripped the reins of Vhagar’s saddle as she flew above the docks. Fire rained upon the mighty western fleet. Sails burst into flames, burning men threw themselves into the waters to put out the flames.

Visenya’s eyes turned to Casterly Rock, the seat of house Lannister. Vhagar roared, sensing her rage. The urge to rain fire and blood upon the ancient structure burned within her. No doubt the high ranking Lannister’s had already evacuated into the deepest parts of the mountain where not even Vhagar’s flames could reach.

Ser Gerold had urged her to offer pardons for all the rebellious lords citing King Aerys‘ cruelty in killing Brandon and Richard Stark.

“The lords of the realm will turn against us if you are so cruel as to destroy five ancient houses. Send the usurper and the kingslayer to the wall where they can live their lives as men of the watch. Send Lysa Tully to the faith where she can live her life in prayer and contemplation. Have lords, Eddard Stark, Jon Arryn, Hoster Tully, Stannis Baratheon, and Tywin Lannister pardoned so long as they bend the knee, pay increased taxes and offer hostages to the iron throne. Demand the heads of Armory Lorch and Gregore Clegane and send them to Dorne. Give Dorne the queen they were promised once King Daeron comes of age he can marry Princess Arianne.”

Gerold had long urged her to offer peace terms to the usurper and the rebels.

“My queen, no one will rise against you with Vhagar at your side. No more blood needs to be shed, I beg of you.”

Visenya might have considered mercy until the faceless man tried to kill her and her son. She had lost her brother, her sister, her son, she had been reborn with no one and nothing. Daeron was all she had and she would watch the seven kingdoms burn to the ground if anyone would dare try to take him from her.

“Jeahearys, you fool” she whispered as Vhagar rose to the skies with a mighty cry. Her foolish nephew had let those lords believe they could have a say in her house affairs. She had known it was a mistake ever since Maegor had married that insipid first wife of his.

Ceryse Hightower, the niece of the high Septon of and daughter of the lord of Oldtown. She could never understand what it meant to be blood of the dragon and she had failed to give her son an heir.

Fire and Blood that tome on her family’s history had shown her things had to change. House Targaryen could not be allowed to be infiltrated once more. The gods had returned her to set things right.

The faith, the lords paramount, the maesters, all of them needed a reminder of why House Targaryen was the greatest dynasty the world has ever known.

From this day forward Westeros would have only one king. Those who bent the knee to Daeron of house Targaryen third of his name would keep their pathetic lives. Those who took up arms against him would be thrown down, humbled and destroyed.

Let Lannisport be a warning of what was yet to come.

Chapter 30

Genna Lannister watched from her chambers at Casterly Rock as the sun began to rise. It had been the middle of the night when the windows in her chamber began to shake and crack and she had run to her balcony.

The cold night air kissed her skin as she watched a nightmare take place. A demon from the seven hells raining dead and fire upon Lannisport. Buildings exploded and burned, smoke soared into the skies and the sounds of people's screams filled the air.

Gripping the balcony’s edge in fear she watched as the demon circled the skies. Atop the beast, a woman in dark black armor with long silver hair like the Targaryen kings of old.

The dragon roared into the skies as it soared into the distance. Now all that remained was ashes and death.

“Tywin you fool” Genna was under no illusions to what her brother was. She’d known he would get his vengeance upon Aerys for all the slights the king had made towards him. That had always been the chink in Tywin’s armor, his pride. He could never stand to be mocked; it was the thing he hated most.

“Aunt Genna the dragon-” Called Cersei walking into her chambers. Her green eyes wide with wonder.

“I saw the dragon girl,” said Genna looking down at the city smoking in the distance.

“What of father and Jamie?” said Cersei turning to the smoking city in the distance. ”Father promised me I would be queen!” Genna resisted the urge to strike her across the face.

They would be lucky to keep their heads. The dream of a Lannister queen had slipped through their fingers the moment the bitch queen and her dragon had first taken to the skies.

“We must send a raven to Kingslanding at once. Tywin and the small council must be informed of what that mad Targaryen bitch has done.”

***

Arthur watched as another castle put down their Baratheon banners. The march from Harrenhall to Kingslanding had begun. Each keep they marched towards bent the knee easily rejoining the usurper.
The Freys had arrived upon Harrenhall renouncing the pretender.

“We never wished to support the lord Hoster Tully and his treasons.” Said Lord Walder Frey who had kept his armies from all the battles only arriving at the trident once Rhaegar had been defeated.

Lords Mooten, Darry and Ryger had furiously declared to all that would listen that they had always remained loyal to the Targaryens.

Lord Mallister, Lord Bracken and Lord Blackwood had bent the knee, their humiliation and fury clear.

Ladies Lysa, and Catelyn as well as the Blackfish and young Edmure had been paraded in chains. So that all may know the price of treason.

“Cowards, treacherous cunts!” Yelled the Blackfish as he was dragged in chains.

Any lords who might have thought to try and rebel to free their lord paramount’s family quickly reconsidered once a raven arrived from HighGarden.

“The queen regent and the king were attacked” said Arthur angrily. “It appears Lord Tywin sent an assassin to kill our king in his crib like the snake he is!”

Gasps of horror went through the camp as Arthur faced the river lords. He searched for any signs of duplicity but all he saw was fearful eyes. By now news of the dragon had surely reached most corners of the realm. No one wanted to face a dragon’s flames.

“It appears lord commander Gerold Hightower and the queen regent killed the would-be assassin. Queen regent Visenya then mounted her dragon and made her way to the westerlands. Lannisport faced a dragon's fury and has now been destroyed.” Terrified men stared back at him and Arthur stood tall as he raised his voice.

“Lords of the rivers. Queen Visenya gives you this choice. Bend the knee to the rightful king. King Daeron Third of his name. Renounce the false king and the traitors he calls allies Lords Tully, Arryn, Stark, and Lannister. All those that bend the knee will be allowed to keep their lands and titles. All those that raise arms against the rightful king shall face Vhagar’s flames; the choice is yours.”

One by one the riverlords fell upon their knees. Their necks strained from bending as every man stared down at the ground too scared to look him in the eyes and be accused of traitorous thoughts.

“Long live the king!”

“Long live the king!”

***

Visenya held a sleeping Daeron in her arms. Willa’s body had been buried and a message had been sent to Starfall informing them of her death. The assassin's body had been fed to Vhagar who swallowed the burning corpse in three bites. Flesh and bone cracked as she ate to the pale faced horror of lord Tyrell.

“Have the ravens been sent” she asked and Lord Tyrell nodded furiously.

“Yes my queen, our maester has been working day and night. Every corner of the realm will soon know the truth of the Tully’s lies.”

“Good” said a Visenya as Daeron opened his large silver eyes and gurgled at her. Her finger rubbed his soft cheek lovingly and she turned to Ser Gerold and Ser Oswell. “We leave within an hour.”

“What of the king, my queen” asked Ser gerold as she swaddled the king in her arms. Since returning from Lannisport the queen had refused to be separated from the boy. They even slept together with Dark Sister at the queen’s side in case she had to fight someone in the middle of the night. Oswell and Gerold had taken turns keeping watch from within the queen’s chambers as she and the king slept. “That battlefield is no place for a child.”

Visenya seemed to cling to the child tighter. They had enemies everywhere and after the assasination attempt HighGarden no longer seemed as safe as before. Yet she had no choice.

“Ser Oswell, you will stay behind and guard the king while I am away.” She stepped forward and placed the king in the young man’s arms. Pressing a kiss to the boy's soft curls she looked to him with cold amethyst eyes.

“See that nothing happens to him good ser” said the queen gripping dark sister tightly.

“I would die for the king, your grace.” Ser Oswel stood straight as she smiled. “I swear it on my honor as a Kingsguard.”

”Jamie Lannister was a Kingsguard as well” said the queen with a smirk. “I hate for you to meet the same fate I have in store for him.”

***

Lords of the seven kingdoms. You have been deceived by the usurper and his allies. This rebellion is built on nothing but lies meant to deceive you. Prince Rhaegar did not kidnap and rape Princess Lyanna Stark. So disgusted by the thought of being forced to marry Robert Baratheon she chose to run away with him to the isle of faces and before her old gods became his second wife as per Targaryen tradition. She left word of her intentions with Lady Lysa Tully who lied to poor Brandon Stark and led him to his demise.

Lord Arryn, Lord Stark, Lord Lannister and Lord Baratheon rose in rebellion under false pretenses and slaughtered an innocent woman and her two children. They deceive you to grab power for themselves like the treacherous snakes they are.

But the wicked will not go unpunished. As we speak we have begun our march to Kingslanding to seek the justice we deserve.

I queen regent Visenya of house Targaryen. Lady of Dragonstone and rider of Vhagar offer the following terms. Bend the knee to me in king Daeron’s name and you will be spared. Refuse and be destroyed.

Queen Regent Visenya Of House Targaryen

Lord Commander Ser Gerold Hightower

Lord Mace Tyrell Lord Paramount Of the reach

Chapter 31

Deep within the secret chambers of the citadel the Arch Maesters gathered.

“The dragons have returned,” said Archmaester Angrivane. “Marwyn claims those accursed glass candles have begun burning once more.”

“We must do something declared Archmaester Castos, we cannot allow for the whore and her beast to rule over us.”

“I agree” called Archmaester Mollos, “not after all the work we did to rid the world of those cursed beasts. The alliance of houses Stark, Arryn, and Baratheon should have been enough to rid this world of the last of that wretched Valyrian blood.”

“It is no use,” said Angrivane with a growl. “That fool Layton is obsessed with magic and prophecy. He will not rise against house Targaryen, not while they have that beast under their command.”

“Where did the dragon even come from?” demanded Mollos angrily. “All the eggs since the dance were poisoned. The young king Aegon iii’s regents were too consumed with grasping their own power to protect the eggs from our grasp.”

“It matters not where the whore came from. All that matters is what she will do. While she has that beast at her side there is nothing we can do against her. We must bide our time once more.” Declared Angrivane.

“The bastard king too has hatched a dragon” said castos “This witch queen calling herself Visenya has single handedly brought half the realm to her cause. Even Rhaella and her whelp have declared for her and her bastard king.”

“What of Pycelle, surely he can do something?”

“That fool is likely to lose his head once the whore takes Kingslanding. No, once the city falls to the witch queen we will send a new Grand measter. He will act as Melos and Orwyle did during the dance. He will infect those wretched Targaryen’s from within once more.”

***

“Lannisport had been destroyed and Ser Kevan and his men are missing” Tywin gripped the table so hard his knuckles turned white. Gemma’s raven tossed into the fire with rage. “The dragon queen descended upon the city in the middle of the night and burned the city to the ground.”

“What of Casterly Rock?” asked Jamie, thinking of Cersei.

“The whore left Casterly Rock untouched” said Tywin pouring himself a goblet of wine.

“Father there has to be something we can do” said Jamie, his green eyes wide with panic. He had killed the mad king to keep the city from burning and now he was going to burn under a dragon's rage.

“Quiet boy” snarled Tywin, his eyes filled with impotent rage. The faceless assassin had failed.

“The choice is clear,” said Tyget, leaning forward. “We must surrender.” Tywin turned to his brother with a look of such loathing it sent a chill down his spine.

“Tywin, listen to him” said Gerion “the war is done. We have no allies, do you really think Arryn, Stark, Or Baratheon will stand at your side once that bitch and her dragon appear. The city grows more and more restless by the day. The Tyrell’s and the Redwines have stopped all food coming into the city, the riverlords have bent the knee. We must do the same.”

“I will not bend the knee to this false Blackfyre whore” said Tywin slamming his fist on the table. “You heard what that mad bitch did to Lannisport, do truly believe she will show us mercy?”

“You have done nothing worse than Jon Arryn, Ned Stark, or Robert Baratheon, " they called their banners first. Bend the knee and ask forgiveness.”

“What of Elia and her whelps” snarled Tywin. “She will demand blood for that dornish whore and her brats.”

“Then give it to her,” said Gerion, “send her Gregore Clegane and Armory Lorch’s heads. Declare them false knights who acted without your consent, in a foolish attempt to please their new king. Once they are dead no one can prove you gave them that order.”

Jamie sat silent as his uncles and father argued. The sight of Princess Elia, Princess Rhaenys, Prince Aegon’s butchered bodies played over and over in his head.

I never thought he’d hurt them.

Prince Rhaegar’s accusing violet eyes haunted him in his dreams. The mad king was going to burn the city. Half a million people would die. He didn’t know what his father would do.

“I know my choice,” said Tywin, silencing his two brothers. “I fight and die or I submit and die. I will not give this false Blackfyre whore the satisfaction of watching me beg.”

***

“The time has come for us to sue for peace,” said Jon with a tired sigh.“ Robert, Jon, Hoster, Pycelle and Varys sat in the small council chamber. Jon, who was already an old man, looked near ancient. All he had done in the last couple of days was send ravens and all he got was rejections.

Loyal lords who once were glad to rise for a new king now renounced Robert as a pretender and a usurper. Messengers to the free cities looking to buy sellswords had not returned and likely wouldn’t return in time. Lords of the stormlands and the vale had called their men home once news of Queen Visenya’s attack upon Lannisport spread through the realm.

Even the fiercely loyal lords of the north who gladly marched seeking vengeance for lady Lyanna now grew restless. They would not fight against a king with northern blood, stark blood.

Each day Arthur Dayne and his army progressed further and further as did the dragon queen. One by one each castle raised her banners and joined their men to hers.

“We cannot just bend the knee to some false Blackfyre whore” Robert said, his face red with fury. “Do you forget what Aerys was!” Robert turned to Ned “Rhaegar kidnapped your sister, he raped her hundreds of times. Aerys killed your brother and father and now you want to bend the knee.”

“She had my son, and my wife,” said Ned, exhausted. “He had Jon’s wife, and Hoster’s daughters and his heir. Aerys and Rhaegar are both dead.”

“You stupid fool, do you truly think this mad bitch will show you mercy? She will decorate the throne room with your heads!”

“Robert, the city cannot take another sack. You must save your city and save yourself. Everyone knows you had a right to rebel, Aerys called for your head and Rhaegar kidnapped your betrothed no matter what story the witch queen is trying to tell. Bend the knee, send Renly and Stannis as hostages and ask for mercy.”

“The mad whore will demand blood” snarled Robert.

“Tywin was the one who killed Elia and the children” said Ned, his voice filled with bitter resentment. “Call for the mountain and armory Lorch’s execution. Send their heads to the dragon queen. You cannot be blamed for that.”

Ned stared into Robert icy blue eyes remembering the look of glee on his face when Elia and the children’s bodies had been presented to him.

“I see no babes” he had declared “only dragonspawn.” Had he only listened to Ned then and punished Tywin and his men, maybe things could have been different? He pushed the bitter memory away and stood up. His fate would come sooner or later and he would meet it with dignity.

“The choice is yours Robert, but this war is done. It is up to you if you wish to survive it or not.”