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110 AC. 4 years after King Viserys marriage to Queen Alicent
The night was cold, a storm raging outside the castle, its winds seemed to shake the very foundation of the huge castle.
The King was awakened, as was the Queen who was sleeping right next to him
“Your grace, a noble lady has died in childbirth tonight”, the guard whispered. Viserys grumbled, with the sleeve of his nightshift he rubbed his face, trying to shake sleep away from him
“That is unfortunate Ser Harrold, but I truly doubt that is a reason to wake up the King!”, he said
“It was the daughter of Lord Stokeworth, your grace”, he whispered, but Viserys still couldn't understand what he meant
“What is it, Ser harrold?”, Alicent asked
“The babe, your Grace, was born with Targaryen features, and the Lady’s mother had confirmed it… the babe is your niece”. Viserys then finally understood it, jumping form the bed and dressing quickly in a robe
“How could you let this happen?”, he barked at Ser Harrold
“You had forbidden them from seeing each other, but he did not listen, they must have been using the secret passageways”. Viserys had betrothed his brother to a Baratheon girl, but apparently, he was in love with someone else, this girl from House Stokeworth
“I understand”, he grumbled
Ser Harrold guided the King through the corridors of the Red Keep, Aemma soon followed. They walked towards the chambers of members of the court, and from outside of one of the rooms, they could hear the wailings of a newborn baby
“A girl you say?”, Lord Westerling only nodded. Otto Hightower, the Hand of the King met them there
“Your grace I have been briefed on what happened”, he said efficiently
Viserys nodded, and entered the room
A Midwife and a Septa were both there, calming the babe and placing her in her crib from them to see, and they bowed as they saw him. The king and queen walked until they leaned in, to watch the babe, she had the silver hair of the Targaryen family, from old Valyria
“She is a bastard your grace, we can take her to the Septas, or the silent sisters”
“She is not a bastard!”, the king whispered, “she is my brother’s child”
“They never married your grace”, whispered Otto
“You are the King”, Alicent whispered, her hand gently caressing his arm, “she is your niece…”
“Of course, as King, you are entitled to declare her as legitimate”, Otto said, looking at the baby in her cradle.
Aegon, King Viserys and Daemon’s younger brother had, apparently, been having an affair with a Lady of a lesser house, who in her state was kept in secret by her family. She died in the birthing bed, and the child? a small, silver haired beauty, growing in her mother’s belly right in the Red Keep, under everyone’s noses
The whole situation was troubling, and was proven to be a headache to the Hand of the King as he watched the babe wiggling in her crib. She wasn’t crying, but the little noises she made were proving to be a future storm, like the one that was raging outside.
Otto thought long and hard about this one… she was a nobody, a bastard, a silver haired one at that… Did she mean trouble? he didn’t think so.
“You can always send her to dragonstone, to be raise amongst other Dragon seeds”, Otto whispered, but only one look from Alicent and Viserys shook his head
“Never”, he said firmly, “she is my niece”, and Alicent smiled. “Call in my brother…”
“He is in Braavos my lord, negotiating with the Iron Bank…”
“I don’t care”. He said with a faint smile, looking down at the child
The very next day, they gathered the court in front of the Iron Throne, right in front of it, in the center, a cradle was placed, with the baby girl inside it
Viserys stood from the Iron Throne, coming down those treacherous steps, until he was standing right in front of the baby girl, who looked up at him with eyes that reminded him of his brother.
“I present to the court this day, (Y/N), daughter of Aegon of house Targaryen, and Lady Falena of house Stokeworth their legitimate daughter, they had been married in secret, therefore I Viserys Targaryen, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the first men, lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and protector of the realm, declare this child a legitimate heir to her houses, and I present her as Princess (Y/N) of House Targaryen!”. He gently place the blade of Blackfyre in the rail of the crib, and the court applauded
A small lie, that nobody was going to question
The Stokeworths wanted to see her, only after he legitimized her, but he wouldn’t let them, taking the baby girl in his own chambers, where Helaena, of only 2 name days and Aemond, his own newborn, where living.
The babe was a Targaryen now, a dragon, not a sheep.
Aegon was known for his wild character, he took after his mother, Alyssa Targaryen, but contrary to Daemon, his own brother, he also followed his father, he was a joust, responsible man, and Viserys had relayed on him many of the diplomatic missions. He had this easiness to him, but he was a dragon trough and trough, so he helped greatly to the crown in as many aspects as he could.
When he heard what happened in the Red Keep, he flew back on his fearsome dragon Vhaelar, a white she dragon, fearsome beast, hatchling of Vhagar, his father’s dragon, her egg placed in his crib when he was born.
He felt mixed feelings on his belly, for one, happiness, he had a daughter, a healthy daughter who looked just like him, and on the other side, terrible sorrow, the love of his life was dead. Falena was dead and he wasn’t there on her side as he should have. He thought he could go to Braavos and return before the ninth moon, but the baby came early.
Nothing could stop him, the maester said he jumped off the carriage that awaited him in the dragon pit and he ran all the way to the Red Keep.
He trampled everyone on his path until he reached his nieces’ rooms inside the Red Keep, where he saw her, his baby girl, on her crib, being accompanied by her cousins.
A breathed a relieved sigh when he saw her, healthy, beautiful, so tiny, so cute, looking back at him with eyes just like him, but filled with innocence.
He grabbed her gently and placed her against his chest. The baby cooed in his arms
“Hey you”, he greeted gently, he touched her little hand and she grabbed his finger with strength, “hey little one”
“Brother, you are home”, greeted Viserys, entering his rooms, “I’m glad, how are you going to name her?”, he asked softly
And with a long sigh, he named you.
“You can stay here, brother, she can be raised alongside her cousins, she will lack nothing… no love, nor comfort, nor food, she will…”
“I’m taking my daughter home”, he sentenced
“And where is that?”, the King asked. Aegon only smiled.
Viserys never saw his brother again, he had said he had a castle whe bought from a broken family in the Vale, where he raised his daughter there. He was a father now, so he relinquished all his responsibilities as a representative for his brother, his only job now was going to be to care for his child, his only child, who he loved with all his heart
The next time Viserys saw his niece, her ten year old’s face was covered in tears and snot running down her nose dangerously towards her mouth.
His brother, her father, had died from a fever. And she was now on the doorsteps of the Red Keep, with trunks of her clothes.
And she was an orphan now