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A Young Woman's Inevitable Dance of the Dragons
Failninjaninja
Chapter 16
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"I'm as human as can be. I'd even go so far as to say it's my destiny as a human to destroy anything that bars my path, whether it be a god or a devil." -From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 11
Helaena was with Aegon and Aemond as they learned from Elaena. She taught them often, and frequently in different ways than the Maesters did. Though Helaena enjoyed the time together with her family, the subject matter was not as interesting to her. She much preferred visual productions as opposed to theories about how trade functioned and the arithmetic behind it.
"Very good, Aegon, now what would happen if the toll was increased by one silver moon per wagon to get over the crossing?"
They were discussing how lords raised taxes, and one of those ways was the taxing of goods that crossed bridges. House Frey had made their fortune that way.
"With a hundred wagons," Aegon began, "it would be another 100 silver moons in revenue."
Elaena smiled, "One would think that would be the case, yes? But in the real world, it wouldn't be. Who can tell me why?"
Helaena could picture the wagons crossing, she could picture how angry the merchants would be in paying the additional toll. She knew the answer, but Aemond was quicker.
"The increased tax would discourage people from using the bridge. They would take their goods elsewhere, try a riskier crossing, or maybe even go into another line of work." Aemond answered.
"Precisely, so in this instance let us say this discouraged thirty wagons from making the crossing, how much extra revenue was raised?"
Aegon quickly jumped to answer, "Seventy silver moons!"
"Are you sure? Remember, we were raising the existing crossing toll, which for our example was also one silver moon."
Helaena watched Aegon think carefully, "Ah, so we lose the thirty moons of the wagons who chose not to make the crossing who otherwise would have, and have to subtract it, so we only gained forty silver moons."
Elaena nodded, "Correct. Now say the lord was desperate to raise money, and forty moons a month was not sufficient. What if he chose to raise the total toll to three silver moons a wagon?"
"How many opted not to complete the crossing?" Aemond asked.
"Excellent question. Due to the drastically decreased profit margins for the merchants, all but ten of the wagons opted to bring their goods to a different market."
Aemond was quick with his numbers, "In that case the total revenue collected was thirty silver moons, and the lord has put an arrow into his own foot."
"Very good, this an important concept. A higher rate of taxation does not always lead to an increase of revenues."
Aemond was nodding, "Yes, that is why the lord should have worked with his peers and required the merchants only to cross there, or only allow the peasantry to profit from the sale of goods through that route."
Helaena saw Elaena's eyes widen in outrage.
"Such a thing would discourage trade and decrease productivity," Elaena replied.
Aemond shrugged, "Peasants need to eat, and they till the land that the nobility owns. We shouldn't allow greedy merchants to bankrupt the royal and noble coffers. I understand why it is important to think through the consequences that aren't always… linear, but we shouldn't be held to the whims of our lessers."
Elaena narrowed her eyes, "That nears very close to the idea of turning the people into something very akin to slaves."
Aemond nodded, "Slavery is illegal in Westeros, but we can use proper laws to force people to obey. Tradition prevents us from enacting slavery, but we could regulate all economic activity. Then they can either follow our commands, or starve."
Aegon rounded on his brother, "What is wrong with you?"
"To what end Aemond? Do you think turning the Westrosi people into mere tools would help our society flourish? The free man can innovate, can look at new processes and ways of doing things, while a slave must merely obey and seldom performs at their best. Instead of creating laws seeking to curb people from using their economic self-interest, why not harness it?" Elaena lectured.
Helaena always admired Aemond's certainty. Aegon followed whatever Elaena suggested and counted it as true in all aspects. Aemond dared to challenge, to argue, and to pit his wits against Elaena's.
"That may be the case, sometimes, Elaena. However, Old Valyria practiced slavery and it was the most advanced society in the history of the world. Clearly, slavery, or a faux slavery like I suggested, does not impede advancement."
"We know very little from that time, and even if they were advanced, it didn't mean they couldn't have been more advanced without the repugnant practice of slavery," Elaena replied.
Aegon added in, "And slavery is wrong! We aren't Essos; you are being stupid Aemond."
Aemond snickered, "'Tis not stupidity, but a philosophical difference. Elaena believes the barely literate farmers, cattle growers, smiths, and carpenters have some sort of intellectual value. I disagree. The nobility knows best, and the ancient and high nobility such as the houses of Targaryen, Hightower, Velaryon, Arryn, and Dayne – know better even above them. We are taught by Maesters; we have time away from petty labors to apply what we learn. Innovation, efficiency, and progress comes from us, not unwashed peasantry or greedy merchants."
"And what would you know of how to make a smithy run more efficiently? What reason would you have to ensure that even the tiniest sliver of metal is made useful?" Elaena questioned.
Aemond paused, "We are talking progress, not penny counting."
"The little efficiencies add up. The smith knows his craft, and knows how to be efficient. Other smiths may experiment and discover a new way of preserving metal, or decreasing production time; they will know this because they do it daily. You and your book learning are not going to know where to even begin with it. An economy with hundreds of thousands of tradesmen, all seeking efficiency to be more profitable, will find the best ways to do so. Strip away economic incentives and you will get your labor, but it will not innovate."
Aemond paused to consider, but then bowed his head. "I will think on it, sister, but I do not concede the point."
Elaena nodded, "When you have thought it over, we can continue the discussion."
Soon after they went their separate ways, while Helaena stayed to talk with Elaena.
"Sister, can I ask why you didn't speak to the goodness or evilness of Aemond's proposal?"
Elaena looked surprised by the question. "Morality does not motivate everyone. It is a paper-thin shield. In the event one can succeed in their goals better by choosing a reprehensible way of going about it, then people will do it. But if they see that individual liberty is the best way to achieve their goals, well it will be for the better of all. I fear our brother does not weigh the circumstance of those he considers beneath him as having much ethical weight. If negligence led to an accident that harmed me, or you, he would be wroth, but if negligence led to an accident that harmed a servant, he would not particularly care."
Helaena felt a little shiver as she recalled visions of Aemond riding a different dragon into battle than Vermithor.
"It seems cruel that a lord would only care about the people because of gold, instead of their overall welfare."
"The world is as it is, Helaena. You can appeal to people's rationality, and ask them to ponder what they would wish to happen to them if they were in those circumstances, but not everyone will do so. You believe slavery is wrong, I wholeheartedly agree, and yet slavery has persisted in Essos for centuries. You can't trust people to have ethics, but most of the time you can trust their self-interest. I say most, because there are always that vile subset of people who are irrational."
Helaena rarely felt anger from Elaena, but she heard a tinge of it in her voice, and it frightened her. Her dreams, nightmares really, of Elaena terrified her. They hadn't changed her relationship because they were so removed from the way Elaena behaved, they had to just be nightmares. They had to be. But when she heard the hardening of Elaena's voice, it troubled her.
"T-thank you for explaining that, sister."
Elaena graced her with a kind, genuinely pleased sort of smile. A warm, heartening sort so far removed from any of those wrathful, vicious ones seen in her dreams. "Of course! Questions are good, I wonder if you pay attention sometimes, but clearly you do. I am gladdened to help your mind grow in any way I can."
Helaena exited the room and headed for the Dragonpit. She didn't like being around arguments, or as Aemond would call it, 'spirited discourse' for very long. Dreamfyre always comforted her and the quiet of her presence was always the perfect balm for when her mind got itchy.
***
Rhaenyra had offered to have her lover give birth on Dragonstone, but Laena wished to give birth in her home, on Driftmark. Naturally, Rhaenyra and Laenor rode on dragonback to be with her. Elaena joined them as well. She had matured into a radiant young woman of four-and-ten. Her Targaryen features of silver hair were paired with large deep blue eyes. Her frame was still slight and petite, but no would mistake her for being a little girl.
"I am certain 'tis a boy this time," Laena stated firmly, her belly big and ripe.
"Boys are a joy, but mine get in quite enough trouble, so despair not if you have another girl!" Rhaenyra laughed as her eldest son, Jace, made protests at the comment. Her little boy was growing up, his seventh name-day was a moon ago and in celebration of that milestone, he had been allowed to ride with her on Syrax. Vermax was yet too small to be ridden. Luke, Aenar, and Aelyx remained on Dragonstone.
Both Luke and Aenar had dragon cradled eggs, however Daemon had convinced her not to have an egg placed in Aelyx's cradle. Her uncle had said that Tessarion, Silverwing, and three wild dragons nested on Dragonstone. Any of those five would be larger and more formidable than a freshly hatched dragon. Her uncle was ceaseless in his concern over the succession; Rhaenyra suspected it was due to his own experience at being removed as heir.
He really should not worry so much, my father will not change his mind, and the lords have sworn to me.
Turning her mind from politics she saw Laena clutch at her stomach.
"We will have to cut short our meal – I fear the babe has decided his time has come."
They moved to the birthing room. The local Maester of Driftmark was in attendance, a man named Vaelar. He was middle-aged with a fading hairline, and had a modest chain adorning his neck.
"Lady Laena, this way." Maester Vaelar motioned.
Daemon waited outside, as was typical for most, though Laenor was always by Rhaenyra's side when she gave birth. Jace was left in his care, and Daemon promised to show him a new trick with the blade while they waited the arrival of his new 'cousin,' the term being the best fitting given the family ties on both sides.
Princess Rhaenys joined them in the birthing room. The number of princesses in the room nearly outnumbered the birthing attendants, Rhaenyra thought with amusement. Elaena and Laena were not that close, but nonetheless Elaena quickly went to her side first and grasped her hand to give it a squeeze of reassurance.
"Elaena, it won't be long before you are wed and go through the same," Laena said with a smile. "Has anyone caught your eye?"
Rhaenyra knew Laena well; surely she wanted to take her mind off as much as possible. The twins had been an ordeal for her. Rhaenyra found childbirth fairly easy, but she had not ever given birth to twins. Rhaenyra listened in and Elaena began her 'cost-benefit analysis.' Elaena seemed to be going through a process of elimination. Already she had crossed off the Iron Islands and any sort of Essosi match. Beyond that, everyone within five years younger than her, and ten years older than her, was on the table.
Leana put forth the idea of marrying someone like Daemion, her cousin Vaemond's youngest son.
"An interesting thought, daughter. While he is many places down from inheritance of the Driftwood Throne, it would keep the dragons in the houses of Targaryen and Velaryon." Rhaenys commented.
Rhaenyra had mixed feelings of that idea. Vaemond had little to his name, outside of a small fleet of ships, and Daemion was his second son, so would inherit little. House Velaryon was wealthy, but not that wealthy. The idea of such a match would be quite the step-down for a King's daughter. And yet, Rhaenyra did like the idea of her sister being wed into the Velaryon family like she had done. It would keep her close by and that was important to Rhaenyra.
"I will consider it, Rhaenys. However, the idea of keeping the dragons to just our two families is not realistic. As House Targaryen flourishes, matches will be made and daughters will wed out. Helaena is promised to Aegon, but my sister Daenora will need a husband. And my other brothers and my sister's own sons will likely one day branch out and marry into families with lords who only have daughters. Dragons will almost certainly spread out across the realm in the next few generations."
Rhaenyra felt unease at that. When she was Queen, she may have to take some steps to ensure that wasn't allowed to happen. She knew that Daemon and her father thought that once the blood of Old Valyria grew diluted enough, the offspring would not be able to bond with dragons, and yet how many generations would that take?
"We'll beggar the realm feeding them all," Laena joked.
Elaena titled her head, "Dragons do eat frequently, but it is manageable. In fact, I would wager Westeros could easily handle a hundred dragons without fear of impacting the food supplies. Our population density is rather sparse…"
"Compared to what?" Rhaenys interrupted.
Elaena turned slowly, paused, and then asked, "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
Rhaenyra wasn't great at reading her sister's expressions, but she had a feeling Elaena had been caught off guard and had heard perfectly fine.
"When you said our population density is rather sparse, what are you comparing that to? Essos has some great cities with many people, but that isn't the norm even in Essos," Rhaenys replied.
"Ah, what I mean is that it is sparsely populated compared to what it could be. In the Crownlands and Riverlands, most of the land is not used for industry, raising herd animals, or farmland. In some places it takes days of travel to get from one small town or village to another, especially off the beaten road and rivers. Dragons can also live off fish, and we are far from being close to overfishing, at least here in the south."
Rhaenyra watched as the two discussed the issue at length. It was rather dull, and somewhat embarrassing that both of the other princesses in the room had such a greater command over the knowledge of the Seven Kingdoms. They knew the populations of cities, towns, lands, as well as the major industries, trade, and even types of food that was grown. Rhaenyra could dimly remember learning about all of this, but that was years ago, and since it was rather dull, she had not kept up with it. Evidently her studious sister had done so, and Rhaenys in her role as Lady of Driftmark had as well.
It does make sense, given how much trade House Velaryon does. When I am Queen, it isn't like I won't have advisors who know all of this anyway.
Yet it bothered her all the same that a conversation was going over her head. Rhaenyra was the heir; conversation should circle around her. Obviously, Laena and her birthing would take primacy over all, but other than that, any talk should have her a major participant. In truth, she found herself decidedly uninterested and frustratingly without much to say. Finally, she had enough.
"Let's not put dear Laena to sleep with such talk, instead I am curious, what names have you decided if it is a boy or a girl?"
"For a boy, Daemon wants Aegon, after the Conqueror."
"Aegon?" Elaena asked with surprise in her voice. "That will make family gatherings confusing."
Laena let out a wry laugh, "I said the same thing! But Daemon is insistent, he says that such a strong name should be given to his son. And if it is a girl, he would like it to be named Visenya. But I know it will be a boy."
Rhaenys sighed, "You are unable to will the sex of your progeny, my sweetling. The Gods alone will decide."
"Yes, they will, and they have decided." Laena's voice was firm on that.
Rhaenyra hoped it was a boy as well. When Daemon wanted something, he truly wanted it. Her visage turned lascivious thinking about one of Daemon's requests, an expression wholly inappropriate for a birthing room. She quickly wiped it off her face before someone noticed the stray thought.
The hours ticked by, and little progress was made. The Maester said the babe was ready, but was not in the right position. Laena was proving her mettle, and cheerfully stated this was far less painful than when she had the twins. As the hours trickled by, Rhaenyra noticed her sister was frowning and had grown wan.
"Elaena, everything will be fine, you look tired. Why don't you get some fresh air, we will send for you once the babe nears," Rhaenyra offered.
"No," Elaena replied in a steady voice, "I am quite well, I don't want to miss anything."
Time went on. Maester Vaelar had Laena change positions several times. He had one of the female attendant's massage Laena's side, but nothing was making the babe progress, despite the fact the contractions were growing heavier.
"My Lady, there is a complication. Please excuse me, while I consult with the father."
Rhaenys stood up. "You can consult with us, here and now, Maester."
Vaelar looked unnerved. "Perhaps not in front of the mother."
Rhaenyra thought that Rhaenys was barely keeping her temper in check with the Maester, but she acquiesced and they left the room.
"This Maester does not fill me with confidence, good-sister. With Dragonstone so near, I can bring back Maester Gerardys in several hours. He's even better than the Grand Maester when it comes to the healing arts," Rhaenyra proposed.
Laena was breathing heavily. "No need, I'm sure it will all be fine."
Laenor came in with a look of panic and worry on his face.
"Sister, how are you feeling?"
The attendants squawked a bit at a man entering the birthing room that was not Laena's husband, but it was her brother, so none dared to ask him leave. Rhaenyra thought this would be true even if her husband was not who he was. Bonds between siblings were often very close.
"A bit worse now that I've seen your terrified expression, brother. What did the Maester say?"
Laenor's eyes grew misty, "I know you wouldn't want the truth hidden from you. The Maester fears for both you and the babe. Unless the babe moves properly soon, it could die within you. Attempt to retrieve it would be… a similar situation to Queen Aemma's."
"That won't happen." Elaena announced firmly.
Laenor gave her an uneasy glance.
"Where's Daemon?" Laena asked, a note of fear in her voice for the first time.
"He's being summoned, Maester Vaelar wants to discuss options with him." Laenor replied.
Elaena released Laena's hand and moved to where the attendant was still rubbing.
"I've studied at the Citadel; you are doing it wrong."
"Princess, I…" the woman replied, but Elaena physically moved into her space and she had to back up.
Elaena's hands touched Laena's side and Rhaenyra watched in fascination as her deft hands began moving in repeating pattern, swift and sure.
"We need another opinion on this Laena, I won't watch that oaf butcher you. I am taking Syrax and bringing back Gerardys." Rhaenyra rounded on Laenor. "Don't let them do anything drastic until I return."
Rhaenyra was done arguing, she rushed from the room and ran to Syrax. She would fly faster than she ever had, and use every trick Elaena had shown her about using updrafts and tailwinds to eke out more speed. She would not let her lover die – she wouldn't!
***
Laenor was beside himself with worry. His only sister was going through treacherous waters far from the shore, and Laenor could think of no way he could help. His wife had the right idea, she was at least doing something, being productive, all he could do is provide a comforting presence. Though how his endless pacing in the room could help, he knew not.
Maester Vaelar had returned to the room and examined Laenor's sister.
"Ah, the babe is finally making progress, you must keep up your strength Lady Laena."
Laena gave him a smile; her face was strained with tension and she was sweating profusely.
"The pain grows worse, Maester." Laena gave a small cry and grit her teeth as a painful contraction ripped through her body.
Daemon entered the room. "My lady, the Maester thinks the babe will not come, but I know you will not fail."
"He will come, he's just… ahhh, SEVEN HELLS, stubborn. Difficult. I wonder where, ahh, where, he would have gotten that from."
"Where is Rhaenyra?" Daemon asked, after glancing around the room.
Laenor answered him, "She's gone to fetch Maester Gerardys."
Vaelar gave a sniff Laenor's statement. "No doubt the good Maester Gerardys has done a fine job helping the princess through her trials of womanhood, but he could do no more than I in this moment. The babe is simply not in position for a birth. We can cut…"
"I said no, do not make me repeat myself again," Daemon interrupted in a chilly tone.
Laena exhaled sharply. "Is it that bad? Is there no hope?"
Vaelar grimaced, "I had not sought to worry you over it, my lady. You must keep your spirits high if the birth is to be successful."
The Maester brought forth another concoction for her to drink, which she did with a grimace. Laenor saw his sister's body tense, but no cry of pain accompanied it.
"That works fast, you have my thanks, Maester," Laena said.
Vaelar gave her an odd look, but dismissed it and reexamined Laena. By now it had been more than half a day.
"The babe seems to have repositioned, but it is moving oddly. I fear you still have a long way to go, my lady."
Laenor watched as the evening turned to morning. He was weary himself; his mother had gone to take her rest with strict instructions to be awoken as soon as the time of birth presented itself. His mother had attempted to get Elaena to join in resting, but the princess had refused.
Elaena is made of sterner stuff than they could possibly know. Still, she looks as if she has been battered by a storm for nights on end.
More seemingly agonizingly endless time had passed. Laena was pushing now and the roar of a dragon could be heard. Soon after, a very discomfited Maester was bustled into the room. Vaelar looked at him and gestured toward Laena.
"She's opened enough, the babe has stubbornly been difficult, but you have arrived just in time for the birth."
Laena gave a shudder and Laenor saw her clench her muscles and push as she was instructed. Laenor blocked out the talk of anatomy and birthing process that the Maesters quickly conferred on. Elaena patted Laena's hand and then looked at Laenor directly.
"Bring your mother, the babe comes."
Laenor looked at Laena and then nodded and raced through Driftmark. His mother quickly followed him back and there before him in the room, he saw what was birthed. Bile threatened to escape the back of his throat. Laena had given birth, yes, but to… what? The thing was wide and shorter than a normal babe. One socket leaked some substance, but held no eye. His backside was covered in grayish scales and its cries were wet and pitiful.
"My baby, let me see my baby." Laena demanded and the Maester slowly revealed it to its mother.
Laenor watched as Laena took the deformed child into her embrace and held it to her. Rhaenyra was speechless, while Daemon looked the Maesters.
"What did you do? What has happened?"
"You cannot blame us, 'tis the Gods who decide the form of a child." Vaelar replied.
Gerardys nodded his head. "Aye, Prince Daemon, and I hate to be the bearer of ill news, but the babe will be unlikely to live long. There is something wrong with it, 'tis a fate of some children of your house. I could go into the Citadel's theories as to why, but it will be little comfort."
Laena had heard and was quietly crying as she held her son. "My Aegon, my little Aegon."
"No. Call him Maegor, calling him Aegon now would be tawdry," Daemon demanded.
"He is our firstborn son!" Laena angrily protested.
Laenor saw his wife had tears in her eyes. She looked as if she was about to say something, and even opened her mouth, but the words would not come out.
Elaena felt the babe's cheeks. "May I hold him for a moment, Laena?"
"For a moment."
Laenor watched as one of the most prolific killers alive in Westeros gently took the deformed babe into her arms. He almost worried that she would drop the weight, slight as it was. Somehow, she looked even more worn than his sister! Despite that, her grip was steady, yet careful as she held the now Maegor-named boy.
"You two should speak of names when the danger has passed," Elaena said. "I disagree with the Maester's assessment. The child can live, his breathing is steadying and I have just felt for a heartbeat. It is strong."
Vaelar looked at the babe and pressed his fingers on him; he looked surprised.
"I would not give any false hope, but the princess is correct. The babe's heart beats well. His other deformities will impact his quality of life, but they are not life-threatening in and of themselves."
Laena gave a cry of joy and took her offspring back.
"And my sister?" Laenor asked. "Is all well with her?"
Both Maesters nodded, Gerardys said, "It was a difficult birth so we will need to monitor her for any birthing fever. But there is no immediate danger."
"Thank the Gods." Laenor declared.
"You would thank the Gods for… that." Daemon growled.
"Daemon!" Laena's voice rose in anger.
"It is not your fault, Laena. It is not. But you cannot expect me to be pleased that you have borne something so freakish."
"He is your blood!"
"Aye, and the shame of it will be on me. He will not hold the conqueror's name."
Rhaenys rounded on Daemon, "Is that all that matters to you? Get out, you are not welcome here while your words create torment in my daughter's heart. She has labored for nearly a full day, begone if this is the comfort you would provide your lady wife."
Daemon exhaled sharply and then left the room without another word. Laenor felt a bit of anger at his good-brother. No one expected a man to be happy with a deformed birth, but to be so callous while his sister lay weakened and emotionally weary was unconscionable. Elaena stood up, and then promptly swayed and fell back into the chair.
"If someone could help me get to my room, that would be greatly appreciated." Elaena asked and then shut her eyes and slumped into a slumber.
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A Young Woman's Inevitable Dance of the Dragons
Failninjaninja
Chapter 17
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"As a disciple of capitalism and a wholesome citizen who loves rightfully adored freedom and liberty, I'll do what I must." -From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 4
Rhaenyra embraced Harwin. It had been weeks since they had seen each other.
"I've missed you." Harwin told her, voice heavy with longing.
"And I, you. Daemon needed me, after the disappointment of Maegor's birth and Laena being unable to attend to his desires, I had to step in. I did not want him to grow resentful of Laena's recovery time. Now that she has recovered from the difficult birthing, all will be well."
Rhaenyra hoped that would be true. Daemon was not angry at Laena, but he was angry. His son by Laena was the one who would carry his name onward, and now, in his view, his true-born first-born was freakish. Daemon was often rash and more than a mite surly these days, but Rhaenys and Elaena were in turns always ready to help Laena with Maegor. Elaena had made a few day trips back to King's Landing to visit Father, but for the most part she had been a constant and welcome presence.
"How is this child? We received your letter, but dark rumors also arrived by ship." Harwin asked.
"Maegor is as well as can be expected. His heart and lungs are in fine health. The scales on his back do not seem to cause him discomfort. Maester Gerardys says we will have to be watchful as he grows as they could cause problems, but they seem to be growing along with the rest of him at an even rate. Or at least as best as we can tell," Rhaenyra replied.
"Is Gerardys saying on Driftmark?"
Rhaenyra nodded, "For now, despite his fright, he is willing to be ferried to Dragonstone atop dragonback if need be. Gerardys' helpers have not forged their own chains yet, but they have learned at his feet and are better than fools like Mellos."
Harwin's chest rumbled as he chuckled, the two still intertwined in their embrace.
"The Grand Maester may have been wrong a few times, but he's still a wise man, my love."
Rhaenyra sniffed and ended their embrace. "I trust not the Citadel; it is Otto's territory. Maester Gerardys has told me much of how much influence the rulers of Oldtown have. When I am Queen, it will be Gerardys who is the Grand Maester."
They headed toward her bed chambers, Rhaenyra looking forward to a much longer embrace with her strong Harwin. Only, someone had gotten there first.
"Mother!" Luke happily clapped as she entered her room. The boy was the spitting image of Harwin. His mop of brown hair reminiscent of his natural father. His pug nose was endearing at this age, though Rhaenyra hoped he would outgrow it.
"Lucerys Velaryon, are you not supposed to be in bed?" Ser Harwin spoke firmly.
Her son gave an impish smile, "You told me to go to bed, and I did! But then I heard Syrax and wanted to greet mother." The boy paused, slight trepidation in his eyes. Before he could grow more concerned, Rhaenyra hurried toward her son and bundled him up in a hug. The boy was nearing his sixth name-day and large for his age, so it would not be long before he was too big for her to pick-up.
"I've missed you so. Have you been good for Ser Harwin?"
"I have tried. He has been teaching me how to fight. I have missed you and Jace! Can I go see the monster soon?"
Rhaenyra's smile faded. "Luke, my child, this is important. You must never call your cousin, 'monster.' He is… different than most, but he is your Aunt Laena's special boy. There will be many who call him monster, but you will not allow it in your presence. Do you understand?"
Her second-born son frowned, but then nodded. "Yes mother, it is a family thing, right? I must protect him like I protect Aenar and Aelyx."
"You have the right of it," Ser Harwin rumbled. "A knight protects the innocent and those who are vulnerable. Maegor will be more vulnerable than most, it will take a brave knight to speak up for him. Are you that knight?"
Luke stood up straight. "I will be, ser!"
Rhaenyra smiled and kissed her son's cheeks. "Off to bed with you now, we will talk more in the morning."
"Yes mother! I want to show you what I taught Arrax in the morning."
"I look forward to the morrow then, good night my sweetling."
When he had left Rhaenyra frowned at Harwin. "We need to be more careful. He snuck into my room, what if he had done that while we were in the middle of something?"
Harwin nodded, "My apologies, it will not happen again. This wing of Dragonstone is heavily guarded at the entrance and every servant and guard here has served your family for long years, but I see the concern."
Rhaenyra smiled, "Good, now that duty has been completed you can welcome me back home properly."
***
Alicent sighed in annoyance, as Uthor would not stop being so fussy.
"Take him to the far bedroom, he cries far too much and too loudly." Alicent commanded her maidservants.
It was like Aegon come again! Thankfully his infancy had not been as bad, nor was he usually like this, but Elaena's absence was being felt keenly. The boy was halfway between one and two and had behaved as well as most babes. Until the damnable monster was born. Alicent was at first joyful at Daemon suffering such a setback, but due to said setback, Elaena had been gone for weeks! Weeks! No doubt Rhaenyra was filling her mind with all sorts of tawdry venom about Alicent and her family.
When Elaena did return, it was all too brief. A quick visit to her father, a quick hello to her family, maybe one meal and she would be off. She looked as if she had not been getting much sleep. A horrid thought dawned on her.
Surely that slatternly slut has not had Elaena bedded with someone already…
Alicent shook herself. She realized she was being foolish. Elaena was not so foolish and stupid as to dishonor herself by allowing herself to be despoiled. Still, she worried, being around such perverseness cannot be healthy. It wasn't just Rhaenyra either, it was the whole lot of them including the savage beast that was the Dark Storm. Laenor portrayed himself as a civilized man, an honorable knight, and a loyal husband. But many knew he had depraved lusts, and harbored a dangerous bloodlust that made the Rogue Prince look calm and measured.
Aemond was announced, and Alicent smiled at her son. Aemond was proving himself in the yard; he had not yet begun to change into a man in form, but his skill was already the talk of the Red Keep.
"You wished to speak with me, mother?"
"My son, you are growing more every day. I have a task for you, if you believe to be up to it."
"I have never shirked from a challenge."
Alicent nodded. "Your grandfather wishes for Daeron to claim a dragon sooner than late. Do you believe you could handle flying to Oldtown and flying him back?"
Aemond's eyebrows rose in surprise. Given his age, only now reaching his tenth name day, it was quite early to be flying alone for several days. Alicent knew that Elaena had done so even earlier.
"Of course. Vermithor enjoys stretching his wings, given his great size; there will not be any difficultly in carrying both myself and my brother." A small smile appeared on his lips, "Is that why you chose me for the task?"
Alicent gave her son a look. "Don't start anything with Aegon over this. If he asks, yes, that will be a suitable reason."
"Aegon is growing in his self-importance. It was foolish for you to plant notions of him being King so early."
"You think it is Aegon who grows too arrogant?" Alicent arched her eyebrow at her second oldest son.
"Is it arrogance to hold an understanding that is grounded in reality? I am better with horse, with sword, and quill. Aegon resents me for it, chastise him for his failings, not for my successes."
She wanted to tear her hair out. Aemond's accomplishments were grand, but his sheer haughtiness over it was irritating to all around him. Even gentle Helaena was growing frustrated over it.
He's clearly still a boy, perhaps he is too immature for this. Daeron could always travel by sea.
"Aemond, your ever-present desire to mock your brother is a failing in of itself. He will be your King. You will owe him your allegiance; you will abide by his decisions, and you will say "Your Grace" and follow his commands. Are you so great a fool as to antagonize the next King of Westeros? Do your ancient books of logic and rhetoric teach you this shortsightedness?"
Aemond's eyes grew hard. "Do not speak of things you know naught about, mother. I should not have to lesser myself to make Aegon shine."
"No one is asking you to! Seven watch over me, why do you turn everything into an argument. I honor you with my trust and you seek to use it as a way to tear down your brother. We must be united in what is to come, and you are foolishly driving a wedge where there should be none! You wish to be treated as someone beyond his years, and yet you are in this moment acting your age. Which is it Aemond? Do I treat you as a child or a prince of the realm?"
Aemond stood up straighter, "Forgive me, mother. You are right, I will not use this task as a way to chide Aegon. When should I leave?"
Alicent sighed, her son's words were clipped and angry, but formally acceptable. She shook her head in frustration. "Tomorrow is fine. You will stop for the night on pre-arranged path, do not deviate it from it. I am trusting you to safely carry your brother here."
Aemond bowed and bid her farewell. Alicent bade the serving maid to pour her more wine. She had promised Daenora to help her pick out a cat to serve as a pet, but she was too weary for it. Trying to deal with Uthor had made her wish for nothing more than peace and quiet.
Naturally, that was not going to happen. After Elaena's latest visit, Viserys was in higher spirits. Before the evening's supper he came to her for his marital rights. She clenched her teeth in frustration, would it be too much to ask for some few hours of peace? She would do her duty as wife and Queen, but how she resented it! It felt wrong to pray to the Mother that the King's seed not quicken inside her, but she was exhausted. The thought of another screaming babe or another interminably long pregnancy made her pray most fervently.
***
Viserys was in a gay mood despite his precious daughter's forthwith departure. It was an exciting time, the Realm's Blessing going off on her marriage tour. Unlike Rhaenyra, Viserys was sure that she would find a match. If she did not, she would be wed to Aemond and that would be that. It still puzzled him how dead-set she was against a marriage within the family, but she had more than earned the right to have a bit of strangeness about her. Her work with Beesbury had done wonders for the realm's finances.
The King's pleasant mood was buoyed by news that his wife was now carrying another child. A seventh child, truly the Gods had blessed their union. Right on the heels of that, the Dragonkeepers advised that Silverwing had laid a clutch of eggs, which was rather important given how prolific his family had become!
As of yet, the great dragon was not bonded. His son, Daeron had attempted it, but had failed to form the connection. Fortunately for the young lad, it had not been a complete disappointment. He had managed to bond with Tessarion, and the younger dragon seemed more suited for the boy anyhow. Viserys liked Daeron and hoped he would visit again soon. The boy was impressing the Maesters. Daeron was similar to Elaena and Aemond in that regard; all three had minds far sharper than their age would have suggested.
Ser Harrold Westerling, commander of the Kingsguard's voice sounded out, "The Princess Elaena, to visit her father, the King."
"Send her in, Harrold."
Viserys took a bite of a pear and then set it next to the empty bowl of soup he had broken his fast with. Elaena was still planning his meals for him, and they had found a combination that suited him. Chicken and fish instead of beef and pork, along with a large variety of different greenery. He barely tolerated them, but he had to admit her work with the palace cooks had found combinations that were palatable and still satisfying.
And it has worked, I rarely feel any pains now and I no longer grow wheezy when I climb the stairs.
"Father, I wished to visit you, then my siblings, before I fly to Driftmark."
"Ah, so Daemion is a contender, eh?"
Elaena was very good at keeping her face impassive, but a slight shifting of her features made him think that was not the case.
"I intend to give everyone a fair hearing, and I understand the advantages of staying close to the capital."
"But?" Viserys prompted.
"I do not think it a good match. There are dozens of lords with more wealth and land. The only true advantage would be to try to keep the dragons within the existing families, but my siblings, nephews, and nieces will unlikely be that constrained in their matches."
"Who do you have your eyes on then?"
"There are several eligible lords and heirs who would work. I do have high standards in a potential life-partner, and so while I have triaged a list of sorts on best suited outside of personal compatibility, it does not mean much, since that consideration is one that I have placed highly."
Viserys frowned. "Surely you have interacted with a few of them. The Name-day tourney brought many knights just a fortnight ago!"
"My interactions were limited, but fear not, father, I do intend to make a selection. I also intend to be fair and give all who have an interest a hearing."
Viserys grabbed at the half-eaten pear and took a bite. He swallowed and then asked, "What next after Driftmark?"
"Gulltown, I've written to Lady Arryn and interested suitors will be meeting me there. There are some Arryns of the right age, as well as Ser Garland Grafton, and Lord Arwood wants me to meet his nine-year-old son… which I will oblige, but be unlikely to agree to a match. It has been announced to the wider Vale that I will be coming, so there will likely be others."
"House Arryn is a noble house and I can attest to their honor and fitness for marital union, but I am surprised you would consider them given your family lineage."
Elaena gave a slightly shrug, "A cousin once or twice removed is different from a sibling."
Viserys took a sip of well-watered wine. "And from there?"
"White Harbor. Ser Medrick Manderly is within the right age range, and he has a reputation for honor, strength, and courtly manners. If I find a match in the North, it would likely be that house."
Oh my daughter, do you think I've not noticed that you seem to be focused only on areas next to the sea?
The two talked at length and discussed the various merits of different matches. How fitting certain climates would be for Viktoriya, how she would like the local nobility, and the distance between there and King's Landing.
She wasn't only planning to stop at seaports, but the other locations were also telling. The Twins, Riverrun, Tumbleton, and Highgarden were astride rivers that dominated trade. Of Elaena's planned stops, only Golden Tooth, Honeyholt, and Harvest Hall were not near the ocean or a river.
Whoever your husband will be, he will learn that his wife does not count coppers; she counts gold dragons!
It amused Viserys how different some of his children were. He was glad he was able to give this gift of choice to Elaena. He was already having his ear pulled by individuals wishing for a match. His first-born had asked that he help sway Elaena to pick someone near King's Landing. Even Lyman had pushed hard for the merits of his grandson! His wife also had her own suggestions, but regardless who asked, Viserys had been firm that it would be Elaena's choice and hers alone.
As they concluded their conversation Elaena embraced him. "Please ensure you stick with the meal plan I've come up with, and that you drink the medicinal teas I've prepared. I intend to return to King's Landing at least twice before the tour is complete, and I expect to find you in good health!"
"Yes, yes, cease your hectoring, I've given my word, haven't I?" Viserys said with a smile.
Elaena bade him a farewell and then she was off to see her siblings. A short time later, his wife was announced into his chambers.
"Have you seen our daughter off, my love?" Viserys asked.
"I have, I still think she should be chaperoned. A journey by horse or by sea is not that long, and the lords can come to her. Or we could have had a Kingsguard ride ahead or your household guards do the same at locations where she intends to fly to."
Viserys waved her concerns away.
"She has a will of steel; she will not be pressured into a match she does not desire. As for her safety, each house she visits will ensure she has no harm befall her. The honor of their line demands it."
Alicent sighed, "As you say." She paused. "Viserys, I have a request of you."
"What is it?"
Alicent took another nervous intake of air. "I have given you four sons and two daughters, and helped raised the daughter of heart. Half a year from now I will bring forth a seventh child, a blessed child. But… I would request that be all that you demand of me. I am worn and weary, my love."
Viserys felt deep sympathy for his wife. The birthing room was an awful place, and she had done her duty. He took her into his arms and kissed her.
"Oh, Alicent, you have done more than what was expected. And I would not wish to put you under more danger, but I do very much desire your company in bed."
Alicent bit her lip, "Yes, and I would not deny you your rights. There are ways. I have spoken with Grand Maester Mellos, I can take concoctions that will ensure no child springs forth."
"But are those not dangerous?"
"There is some danger, but not as much as a birth. The biggest concern is that it would create infertility in a woman, but since I intend this to be my last child, that worry is not one for me."
Viserys kissed her again. "If that is your wish, and the Maester thinks the risk to your health is mild, do so with my blessing."
"Thank you," Alicent said with tears in her eyes.
A part of him was glad to make her happy, but another part of him was a bit put off.
Did she think I would deny her this? I am not some ogre to force my wives to give birth 'till tragedy. What happened with Aemma was for want of a son.
Viserys put the thought out of his mind; women were notoriously poor at thinking clearly while carrying another life within them. He would not hold it against his wife who had borne him four healthy sons to carry on his name.
***
Aemond parried Ser Criston's strike, and then another, and another.
"Good footwork, excellent!" Ser Criston praised as Aemond moved smoothly through their spar. Aemond had no chance of winning an actual fight against a full-grown man, especially not one as skilled as Ser Criston, but he was keeping up. The knight of the Kingsguard was not using his full strength, but he was moving at combat speed with the blunted tourney sword, and Aemond was able to keep up. Ser Criston began swinging harder, forcing Aemond to dodge more and parry less. Aemond was breathing heavy by the time they were done, but he had not been touched.
When they had quenched their thirst, Aemond asked Ser Criston what he thought of Elaena's marriage tour.
"Who do you think my sister will choose?"
Criston's face soured for a moment. "I know not, these sorts of events are impossible to predict."
"I wouldn't say impossible, but I am curious of your thoughts on the matter."
"My prince… it truly is not my place to speak on it."
"Do so anyway."
Criston sighed, looked out at the walls of the Red Keep, and then back to Aemond.
"The princess holds herself to a high standard, she will look for the same in a husband. She will want someone who has deeds or clear potential for them. This means she will not seek young boys, and instead look for someone more established."
"Like?"
"Ser Jon of House Roxton. He is the heir to his house and bold as you come. He placed 2nd in the recent melee and reached the round of four in the joust last year." Ser Criston answered. "However, the Reach is some distance from King's Landing, and it seems family is quite important to Elaena."
"Who else?"
"Ser Lorent Brax is one of the best knights of the Westerlands. You also have Ser Medrick Manderly off in White Harbor, he is a fine warrior, though I've only met him once. In the Stormlands there will be those who have fought true battle against Dorne, but I have a hard time believing a match will be made with a knight of low standing, regardless of their valor."
Again, Cole's voice had a tinge of bitterness, but Aemond just didn't care enough to pursue why that might be. Aemond considered Ser Criston a strong knight, and a fantastic instructor, but outside of those areas, he was dull and uninteresting.
"You are probably right, but even those other names you gave seem too low for Elaena. The heir to one of the great houses makes more sense to me."
"Who? Cregan Stark is heir to his house, but still a boy of two-and-ten. Lady Arryn has no sons, neither does Lord Baratheon nor Jason Lannister. Dalton Greyjoy is even younger than Cregan."
"Yes, but is that not an opportunity? A pact can be made to pass over a daughter for a nephew or cousin, much in the way Rhaenys was passed over for Viserys."
Criston considered for a moment and then shook his head. "I do not know enough to say how likely it would be. Elaena brings with her a dragon so I could see the potential advantages, but even though some lords have no son as of now, does not mean they will never have any sons. Is there some reason you think it is important for her to wed into a Paramount House?"
Aemond nodded. "She is a Targaryen and deserves the best. My sister is wiser than any Maester, she should be running a kingdom."
"Won't that be her Lord Husband's responsibility?"
Aemond laughed. "I'll see you on the morrow for more training, ser."
From the practice yard Aemond went to visit his mother. Elaena had asked him to assist their mother during her pregnancy. A task he did not relish, his mother oft thought she knew best, better than him or even Elaena! Someone of middling intellect believing she was wiser than him was insulting. He had given his word to Elaena, and she rightly taught that keeping up the perception that your word was your bond was critical when influencing others.
"Mother, are you well?" Aemond asked when he arrived.
"As well as I can be. The servants have your siblings in hand, but do check on Daenora. She is vexed with me and could use your company."
Daenora isn't stupid, but she's only six. Hardly a conversational partner.
Aemond suppressed a sigh, bowed, and went to check in on his sister. Their relationship wasn't particularly close; there was just too little in common with their age difference. The girl was reading, which was to her credit; too many ladies of the court had no knowledge outside of sewing and dressing prettily.
"What are you reading, sister?"
"A story about giants that are found north of the Wall," she answered. "I still need a cat, and mother keeps putting it off. I know she's got a baby inside of her, but I want something that will be with me."
Aemond didn't wish to listen to his sister whine about their mother, so looked to make the time productive.
"Let's pick out a cat together."
"Don't we need mother's permission?"
Aemond waved off the concern. "Mother doesn't care, she's too busy resting in bed. She misses Elaena and seems worn with concern over who she will match with."
"I miss our sister too and Uthor is too little to play with."
"All the more reason to get you your pet now. I have other things I must be about too, so let us not tarry."
Daenora clapped her hands and Aemond thought this task was not too burdensome. Elaena would likely appreciate his solution-oriented response to this familial drama. At the same time he would also find himself in the good graces of his mother and sister.
Efficient, yes Elaena would be proud.
***
Daemion listened as his father regaled him with advice.
"My son, this is a grand opportunity. The Princess Elaena is favored highly by the King and has considerable influence over the Dragon Bank. If you can woo her, we could fund expeditions to Essos just like my uncle! Wealth, power, and fame are all ours for the taking!"
Daemion was twenty and had sailed to Braavos and Pentos, but no further. The type of expedition that his father, Vaemond Velaryon, wished to do would take them as far as the Sea Snake had gone. In truth, Daemion wished to do so, but he had also been counseled by Rhaenys that the match was incredibly unlikely to occur. Daemion's father thought differently; he believed the princess could become enamored with him and choose him, despite how far he was removed from being the Master of Driftmark in the succession.
"I will try."
"No! You will do more than try. Here, I have taken the liberty of finding a gift for you to give her."
His father pulled out a tiny box, he opened it and a brooch of silver in the shape of a dragon was revealed.
"When the time is right, gift her this as a token of your affection. You must be confident, but not overbearing. The princess is used to being around the great powers of the realm, there is little you can do to command her respect that you've done here on Driftmark. Instead, speak of your valor at sea. Don't go into too much detail in regards to pirates you slew, women rarely want the details of gore, but they will be entranced by bravery and a good story."
"I didn't know my single kill of a man backing away in terror was a good story."
"My boy, not every detail need be true!"
Daemion grimaced, "As you say. Father, I'd like to consider my words to her in private. Thank you for your counsel."
Daemion breathed out a sigh of relief as his father departed. His father was a man who cared for his children, but also a man who chafed at his lot in life. Overshadowed by his famous uncle and cousin, he longed for an opportunity to raise his status. His father was enraged that none of Laenor's children were by his blood, but knew better than to speak it aloud within Laenor's hearing. Daemion shuddered, the Dark Storm was friendly and courteous to friends and family, but none wished for the courtly mask to ever be removed due to any of their own actions.
Soon the hour of Elaena's coming had arrived. The Lord and Lady of Driftmark greeted her as she descended off Viktoriya. At a distance, the dragon had appeared almost identical to Seasmoke, but up close it was clear her hue and scales were a different shade. After pleasantries had been exchanged, his father introduced Daemion to Elaena.
"Princess Elaena," Daemion bowed, "I am pleased to see you again."
Elaena gave him a smile, "Always a pleasure." She turned to Corlys, "Are we on a schedule, or do I have time to walk along the waterfront with Ser Daemion."
The Sea Snake shook his head, "The welcoming feast is not for another three hours, take as much time as you desire."
As the rest of the party departed, Daemion got a better look at the princess. She wore her silver hair in a ponytail. Her blue eyes dominated her face and Daemion got the impression that they perceived much despite moving little. She wore little jewelry besides a small ring with small sapphire, that revealed itself when she removed her gloves and stored them away in a pouch at her waist. Her slender form was encapsulated within the traditional riding leathers dragonriders wore when flying.
"Tell me of yourself, we may have met previously, but we have never had a prolonged conversation," Elaena began.
Daemion was nervous, but told her of his sailing ability. About how he had been knighted, how he had been given control over his father's vessel at night, and an only slightly embellished tale of how he slew his first foe in mortal combat. Daemion was not sure if he was impressing her, but when he would glance over to her, she seemed attentive.
"If we were to wed, what are your expectations?"
"Expectations? I… well, for us to care for each other and have children." Daemion was a bit confused by the question.
"How many?"
Mindful of how Elaena's mother had died, Daemion approached the question cautiously. "I would expect at least one son, if we are both able."
"If we were wed, and I birthed a son, would that be the end of it, or would you wish for a larger family?"
"It is customary not to put all stock in one child. Illness, war, or even tourney accidents can occur," Daemion responded. He then hastily added, "But of course this is not to say that if your health prevented you from safely delivering a child that we would need to continue to try for another son."
"I see." She was silent for a few moments. "Are you close with your cousins, Laena and Laenor?"
Back on more familiar ground he shrugged, "I would not say I am terribly close, but we are cordial with one another. Laenor has brought much honor to our house."
"You speak of Laenor, but what of Laena? She commands mighty Vhagar and is wed to the King's brother."
"Ah, yes, forgive me, princess. Laena has found a good match and as a dragon rider, few can match her."
"She's birthed three children for her husband, do you think her duty is done?"
I should answer carefully, but I shouldn't deceive her.
"That is between Prince Daemon and Laena. I hesitate to offend."
"If we are to be wed, I would know your true thoughts."
"Very well. In truth, much depends on what the Maesters say. If they were to say there is great risk to Laena's health, then yes, her duty is done. If they were to advise that her last pregnancy was a fluke, then yes, she should try again to provide a proper heir for Daemon."
"Thank you for your honesty."
After that there was no more talk of pregnancies or duties, only discussion of trade House Velaryon participated in. Elaena asked questions over his journeys to Essos and teased out his father's desires to take an extended trip into the far parts of Essos, like Corlys so famously had done. Time had flown and Daemion found himself enjoying Elaena's company greatly. His hopes were soon dashed.
"Daemion, I have enjoyed our visit. I intend to stay for the feast and converse more with you on the morrow, but we will not be wed. I do wish to see your expedition funded. I will speak with the Master of Coin personally, we can structure the expedition loan without interest, but with a portion of the bounty you will reap."
Daemion was both pleased and saddened. Had he never had a chance, or was it something he had said? He chose not to ask and make things awkward. His father would hopefully be mollified by Elaena's generosity of favorable terms. Still, he would always wonder.
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