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.
