The royal House Targaryen, rulers and conquerors, kings and queens of The Seven Kingdoms.
King Viserys I of House Targaryen and his crowned heirs Princesses Daenyra and Rhaenyra, kin to the first king on the Iron Throne, King Aegon I of House Targar...
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Year 114, Tenth moon, Twenty-Seventh day
King's Landing, Aegon's High Hill
Tenth Hour of the Day
Princess Daenyra of House Targaryen
I glanced at Daemon out of the corner of my eye as he spoke softly to Rhaenys and Alysanne in his lap, playing with the sand underneath them. There we were, on the beach before noon, all of our shoes lined up next to each other against the sharp rocks, Daemon and me, the twins, and Temmo, just the five of us, no nurses or maids or servants, and somehow no guards.
"Ah!" Temmo cooed loudly in front of me as he stood, the stick he found on the beach still tightly grasped in his left hand.
"Yes, dōna valonqar?" I responded to him as I turned my attention back to him. Temmo had started standing a moon ago and crawling moons before that, and while Avo is away with the royal hunting party I am determined to have Temmo take his first steps. Avo's bloodriders and I have a bet going about who Temmo will take his first steps with and I really want to win the bet, not for the coins, no, for the bragging rights.
As I started thinking about bragging about Temmo's first steps for the rest of my life Temmo started shifting on his feet before slowly putting his right foot in front of him.
"Daemon!" I whisper shouted, not tearing my eyes away from Temmo.
"I'm watching." Daemon replied just as quietly.
Left foot in front of his right, his stick held out in front of him threateningly to help with his balance.
"Ao sagon doing ziry, dōna valonqar! Sepār nykeā dorolvie tolī steps." I called out as I held my arms out in front of me to catch him, a huge grin spreading across my face as Temmo took two more steps toward me.
"Oh, ao sagon doing ziry." I heard Daemon whisper as Temmo took another step before tripping over his feet, sending him faceplanting into the sand and his beloved stick flying into the water a few feet away.
"Oh!" Daemon and I called out almost simultaneously as I jerked forward to catch him, missing him merely by the length of my fingers.
"Oh, dōna valonqar!" I called out as I bent down to take him into my arms for comfort before he could start crying, "Oh, ao sagon okay. Ziry iksos sepār mirri rizmon." I whispered in his ear.
"I'm still going to count that as you winning." Daemon called out as I slowly stood up, Temmo still cradled to my chest, "Is he okay?" He asked we I approached him and the twins.
"Well, he has yet to start crying-" I tried to tell him before a high-pitched screech cut me off, but not from Temmo or one of the twins, but from overhead.
Syrax flew overhead, screaming, as he let out a puff of fire to burn the clouds.
Shocked by the sudden appearance of a dragon I had seen in the skies for many moons, I tripped over a small root in the sand, yelping as it sent me hurdling down toward the sand at my feet, down toward Daemon.
I twisted my body as I fell, making sure that Temmo faced the sky as I landed on my back.
"Ow." I muttered as my eyes fell closed and pain spread through my chest and ankle as I tried to force a breath into my lungs.
"Ziry's okay, dōna valonqar." Daemon shushed Temmo as he pulled him off my chest before I opened my eyes, immediately meeting Daemon's similar lilac ones above my head, "I think that's enough walking for you, for now, don't you?" He asked, a teasing smile painting his face.
"Don't be mean, Daemon." I shot back as I quickly sat up, nearly running into his head had he not moved.
"Me? Mean to you? Never." He claimed as I let out a laugh, calling out his lie.
"Princess!" A voice screamed from the distance, causing mine and Daemon's heads to whip to the left of us. In the opening of a cave that led all the to the grass behind The Red Keep, stood one of father's white cloaks, a grave look on his face.
Syrax is out, the thought flitted across my mind, but one cannot fly while with child, and Rhaenyra is with two.
Please don't say it, I thought as I looked back toward the sky where Syrax had been moments before.
"It's the Princess Rhaenyra." He called out, quieter, as I moved to my knees.
What the white cloak said sunk in as darted up, out of Daemon's reach before he could comprehend what was happening, and past the white cloak, shoving him out of my way as I went.
The tunnel's jagged rocks cut at my hands and feet as I ran through its darkness, tripping over my dress as I went, blood coating the hem and sleeves long before I emerged back into the daylight.
Valyrian Translations
dōna valonqar - sweet boy
Ao sagon doing ziry, dōna valonqar! Sepār nykeā dorolvie tolī steps. - You're doing it, sweet boy! Just a few more steps.
Oh, ao sagon doing ziry. - Oh, you're doing it.
dōna valonqar - sweet boy
Oh, ao sagon okay. Ziry iksos sepār mirri rizmon. - Oh, you're okay. It's just some sand.
King's Landing, The Red Keep, Royal Birthing Chambers.
Tenth Hour of the Day
Princess Daenyra of House Targaryen
Sand, mud, dirt, and blood coated my white dress as I threw open the doors to the birthing chambers holding my sister, the knights much too shocked by my state to remember to do their job.
"Mandia!" I called out as I saw Rhaenyra lying on the grunting and crying, her hand grasping Alicent's tightly. Alicent had stayed behind after Rhaenyra's wedding as House Hightower's ambassador, she had spent the past moons trying re-befriend Rhaenyra and me and trying to get closer to father.
