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Many have said and acknowledged that Targaryens are much closer to gods than they are to men. They were demigods that conquered the land, seas, and skies with mighty dragons whose mere presence alone could make kingdoms bend the knee.
But their power would come with responsibility far too great for the mere human to understand.
Since the conquest of Aegon The Conqueror, the Targaryens have ruled the seven realms with a mighty flame that got stronger as generations breathed anew.
No power in the world could stand against House Targaryen - no one has dared to.
In fact, the only power that would stand against House Targaryen was the power that the House had from within.
The only thing that could tear down the House of the Dragon...
... was itself.
The prophecy of the Song of Ice and Fire is no secret between Targaryen heirs and their predecessors. As the prophecy foretold, a terrible winter would begin and the Seven Kingdoms would be thrust into darkness. The only way for Westeros to survive is if a Targaryen was seated on the Iron Throne.
But for Queen Aemma Arryn, the prophecy that had shown itself to her was much different.
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King Viserys walked into the Queen's bath, looking at his wife with a small smile as he closed the door behind him, "you spend more time in that bath than I do on the throne."
Queen Aemma chuckled, "this is the only place I can find comfort these days."
The King took a seat beside the bathtub where the Queen sat and slowly placed his hand inside the tub to feel the water, "it's tepid."
"It's as warm as the maesters would allow, my love," Queen Aemma responded as King Viserys reached to stroke his wife's hair, "don't they know dragons prefer heat?" He asked as he took the Queen's hand in his.
"After this miserable pregnancy," Queen Aemma began, "I wouldn't be surprised if I hatched an actual dragon."
The King chuckled slightly, "then he will be loved and cherished," he responded before kissing his wife's knuckles.
"Rhaenyra has already declared that she would have a sister," The Queen stated as the King smiled in amusement, "really now?" He asked as the female nodded.
"She even named her," Queen Aemma smiled.
"Dare I ask?" Said the King with a curious tone.
"Visenya," Queen Aemma began, "she chose a dragon's egg for the cradle that reminded her most of Vhagar."
The King let out a sigh of disbelief, "gods be good," he said, "this family already has its Visenya."
There was a pause between the two of them before the Queen would ask about Prince Daemon - a question to which the King did not appreciate much as he did know much of his brother since taking command of the City Watch.
"I'm sure he will come for the tourney," King Viserys assured as Queen Aemma raised a brow, "he can never stay away from the lists," the King added.
"Ah, yes, the tourney," The Queen chuckled slightly, "the one to celebrate the firstborn son that we presently do not have."
The King was silent.
"Viserys, you do understand that nothing will cause a babe to grow a cock if they are not born with one?" Queen Aemma asked as the King sighed.
"This child is a boy, Aemma," The King firmly stated, "I've never been more certain of anything because of that dream."
The Queen looked up at his husband, "that dream is clearer than memory," King Viserys spoke as the former looked into the water.
"Our son was born wearing Aegon's iron crown," King Viserys began, "there were sounds of thundering hooves, splintering shields, and ringing swords, and I placed our son upon the Iron Throne as the bells of the Grand Sept tolled and all the dragons roared as one."
Queen Aemma looked at her husband with a small smile, "shall I tell you of a dream that I've had about a babe?"
King Viserys smiled in amusement, "a dream, you say?" He asked as his Queen nodded, "I would love to hear it."
The Queen smiled at him, "I dreamt of a large and bright moon," she began, "a large moon shining over the Iron Throne as a large dragon loomed behind it," she narrated as the King listened intently.
"Then I would see the shadow of a person wearing a crown that I have not yet seen before," Queen Aemma continued, "and when this shadow raised a sword, dragons followed."
Queen Aemma turned to face her husband, "I've seen that dream many nights and yet I still cannot see the face of the one who wears the crown."
King Viserys looked at his wife with a smile, "it seems your dream is much more powerful than mine, my love."
Queen Aemma laughed slightly before looking at Viserys with a sad expression "this is the last time, Viserys," she said.
"I've lost one babe in the cradle, two stillbirths, and two pregnancies that ended well before they came to term," The Queen sighed, "that's five in twice as many years."
The King looked at his wife longingly as the Queen continued, "I know that it is my duty to provide you with an heir and I'm sorry if I have failed you in that, I am, but I have mourned all the dead children that I can."
King Viserys was at a loss for words, instead, he held his wife's hand tighter and leaned his forehead against hers. A comfortable silence enveloped them as the King whispered words of love to his wife.
For once in many years, there was a sense of contentment.
"I would like to see your dream come to life," King Viserys spoke, "it would be as if the heavens above agree with whoever wears the crown."
Queen Aemma smiled, "I yearn to see it come to life as well."
One dreamt of a King while the other dreamt of the moon - one should rise and fall. Only time will tell which dream would indeed come to its fruition.ย
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(n.) a place from which one's strength is drawn; where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self.ย
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