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A Young Woman's Inevitable Dance of the Dragons

Failninjaninja

Chapter 22

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A special thank you to MARch_Of_Time for proofreading!

Also I have a new Elden Ring NSFW fic on AO3. More than likely not most people's cup of tea, but if you too are a foot fan feel free to check it out!

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"That said, you can't wish the world into being a certain way. Ever since I got mixed up in combat in Norden, I seem to have a connection to war." - From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 7

Viserys was eager for the day. Some of his most favored were returning to King's Landing. It was only marred by Rhaenyra's choice to stay on Dragonstone. Viserys knew it was no slight against him, or even Daemon, who was being honored. Rhaenys had told him that Rhaenyra had chosen to stay away out of concern for Alicent. With her being so far along in her pregnancy, it would not do to put undue stress on the Queen.

It would be better if they could just be friends again, but women can be stubborn. Not that they have a monopoly on such things. My good friend Otto gives wise counsel in all things, save for Daemon.

His Hand had been incensed at the idea of Daemon being raised to Lord Paramount status over such a small area of land. The poor man had been shocked when Viserys refused to be moved on the issue. In truth, Otto was right, but the Stepstones was a vital lane of trade, so it could be justified. And most importantly he wanted to honor his brother. Time had healed the wounds that Daemon's past behavior had caused, and he was now a father thrice over. Best that they remain on excellent terms.

As much as he looked forward to seeing Daemon, he was just as eager, if not moreso, to see Elaena again and hear how her travels had gone. Once she had chosen, Viserys intended to give the man a position of responsibility in King's Landing. He did not wish to be parted from his daughter. He knew eventually she would live in her husband's domain, but there was no reason that couldn't be put off for some time!

As he was about to make his way to the Dragon Pit to greet whoever arrived first, Otto reached him before he exited the Red Keep.

"Your Grace, I wanted to share some news from the Westerlands. Jason Lannister has sent a formal apology for the events that took place in Casterly Rock."

"Apology?" Viserys frowned. "What happened?"

"He writes that it was a truly tragic series of misfortunate events. Some of the would-be suitors backed off as they believed they had little chance. Fearing that Princess Elaena's time would be wasted and viewed as an insult, other, perhaps less suitable suitors were invited. One of which ended up making a boor of himself, and has gone into exile in Essos for his behavior. Additionally, both Elaena and Lord Lantell seemed to have eaten some food that disagreed with them. All said, he sends his apologies, and as recompense for being such a poor host, he would like to donate 5,000 gold dragons toward the wedding celebrations."

Viserys frowned. Such a rich gift was not a large outlay for the Lannisters, but would beggar many lesser houses. Lannisters did have their pride, it could either be that any slight rumor of them being poor hosts was enough for such a bold response, or they truly had been wretched hosts and feared what his daughter would say to him about the event.

"I will speak to Elaena first, and then have a response composed."

"Your Grace." Otto inclined his head, and departed.

When Viserys arrived at the Dragon Pit, several of his children were already there: Aegon, Aemond, and Daenora.

"Ah, so you heard the news of Elaena's return as well."

"Yes, father," Aegon replied. "We are eager to see our sister."

Aemond simply nodded his head; the boy had been a bit taciturn of late. Daenora who was five or six, Viserys couldn't always recall all their ages, not with the heavy burden of keeping the kingdom running, was humming happily and didn't speak.

"I am surprised Helaena isn't here then." Viserys commented.

Ser Harrold spoke and stated, "Your Grace, Helaena is unwell. Night terrors have assailed her of late."

Viserys frowned. "Why wasn't I told?"

"Forgive me, Your Grace, but I thought you already knew, most like others thought the same." Ser Harrold replied.

Viserys let the subject drop and asked his sons how their arms training was going. Both Aegon and Aemond responded positively, saying that Ser Criston felt they were progressing well.

"Good, good. You, Aegon, will be a knight soon. No doubt you are eager for your first tournament."

Aegon had a rigid look to his face. "I will be ready."

Aemond smirked, and Aegon scowled. Viserys laughed.

"Ah you two remind me of me and Daemon when we were young. Always butting heads. Hopefully you'll outgrow it sooner than we did! I'm not sure if anyone has told you, but I'll be making Prince Daemon a Paramount Lord, over the Stepstones."

"We know," Aemond replied. "The total amount of land there is limited, but that just means the Stepstone Targaryens can expand. Conquer a Free City or two, or simply Dorne."

Viserys blinked rapidly. "What? The purpose isn't to encourage war, what has the Grand Maester been teaching you? By the Gods, the man is really losing it in his dotage."

Aemond's lips grew taut. "I don't know your purpose, but we have dragons and they do not. It is only right that all of Westeros live under our house's rule. Dorne at least must fall to us, the Free Cities will be an added treat."

Children.

"It is a good thing you are… hmm what, 8th in the succession, Aemond? War is an ugly thing, if our neighbors do not antagonize us, we should keep the peace."

Aegon stiffened noticeably, but did not speak. Aemond though looked at Viserys with narrowed eyes.

"Elaena is ahead of me, but not Helaena?" Aemond asked.

"Yes."

"You place sons before daughters, except for Rhaenyra and Elaena. That is… irrational."

Viserys was vexed. "Must I argue about the succession with you too!? It is set, badgering me will not get me to change it."

Aemond shook his head, "I just do not understand the governing logic at work here. If sons are before daughters, then Aegon is before Rhaenyra. If you as King wish to make an exception backed by royal fiat, so be it. But why then Elaena? I love my sister, and believe she would be a fine ruler, but it makes little sense."

Viserys waved the concern away. "Must I be so forward? The children of my first wife, both of my daughters, are ahead of all the children of my second wife. After that, it is based on the traditional means of inheritance, which is the eldest male child. Not that it truly matters for you two, Rhaenyra has four healthy children, even if calamities such as disease or childbed labors take her from us prematurely, they would all inherit before you."

Aegon looked like he wanted to speak, but said nothing. Aemond, though, seemed to be turning this over in his mind quite vigorously. He finally nodded.

"Very well, father, thank you for explaining your reasoning."

They stood around in a bit of an awkward silence, until a dragon was sighted. As it neared it became clear it was Viktoriya. Daenora gave a happy cry and clapped her hands, while both Aegon and Aemond had smiles on their face.

Soon the agile dragon landed, and a smiling Elaena adroitly dropped down from her dragon. She embraced Daenora, who had run forward to give her a hug. Viserys waited for a moment and then grandly gestured toward the boys, "Feel free to speak for a few minutes before I take my daughter's attention for the next few hours."

Aegon and Aemond approached and Viserys saw how well they interacted as a family. It warmed his heart that Elaena got along so well with Alicent's children. It still bothered him that there was such a great animosity between his wife and eldest daughter. After a couple of minutes Viserys interrupted, and the two boys left with their younger sister.

"You look well, how did everything go?"

They walked as they talked, and he immediately felt more buoyant and cheerful. Even his damnable toe had stopped aching as much. Truly family was the best medicine.

"It went well, I have two additional names of worthwhile suitors to add to my list. The first is Forrest Frey, and the second is Kevan Lefford."

"Oh, so you did find some good in the Westerlands, Otto received a concerning letter from Jason Lannister."

"Oh? I am curious of its contents."

Viserys explained what he had been told and Elaena looked intrigued.

"Interesting. I cut short my visit because I was made to feel unwelcome at Casterly Rock. I do not believe Jason Lannister likes me at all."

Viserys felt his face twist in anger. "What happened? Why doesn't he like you?"

Elaena shrugged, "I suspect it has to do with the Dragon Bank. Did you know that throughout all the Westerlands, not a single house has used it? Every other kingdom has at least one house who has used our services. As for what happened, I don't care to rehash the details, but I left early and spent the remainder of my time at the Tooth before returning to King's Landing."

Viserys clenched his jaw. How dare that arrogant ass make his daughter feel unwelcome! Granted, the overly proud Lannister seemed to have recognized his error and attempted to make recompense, but the mere idea that anyone would see flaw in Elaena irked him.

"Is this gold and apology sufficient for your experience?" Viserys asked his daughter.

"I do not wish to create difficulties for the management of the realm, father. I have suffered no lasting harm, but I would be interested to know where in Essos Ser Vikary went into exile. Beyond that I would ask that you not make a public issue of this. Our kin can be prickly and… vengeful when believing some slight has occurred. I am nearly an adult; I need not have any of our family do something rash."

Viserys nodded. He would abide by his daughter's wishes. He would make inquiries with Larys Strong about the whereabouts of this so-called knight. Like in so many things, Elaena displayed wisdom. The political headaches that would be caused if the Prince Consort made his displeasure known over this slight would be immense. Laenor Velaryon was widely known to be fiercely protective of his good-sister, and in that Viserys could find no fault. However, the normally mild-mannered young man was not someone to rouse lightly, lest the inscrutable wrath and unyielding brutality that earned his moniker as the Dark Storm bring about gruesome consequences Viserys not even remotely wished to deal with. Even so, he would have words with his Master of Ships.

"On to the happier side of your journeys, tell me more of Frey and Lefford."

Elaena did so, in her own unique way. Her well-ordered mind went over the benefits and impediments to the matches. Golden Tooth had immense wealth and the lad she was eying had a good head for monetary issues that so appealed to his daughter. Frey wasn't as wealthy, but still financially sound. Elaena shared that she found Forrest a very compelling individual whose delight over Viktoriya resonated with her.

All things being equal, Viserys would prefer Golden Tooth over the Twins. The Tooth was closer to King's Landing, and while Humfrey was old, he was still hale, unlike Forrest's father. It would be much easier to give a position in King's Landing to someone not running their house.

On the other hand, it would mean she would have to deal with Jason Lannister.

Upon arrival at the Red Keep, Alicent was there to greet Elaena. His wife was nearing the last moon of her pregnancy. Viserys watched with a smile as Elaena and Alicent embraced, and Elaena began asking questions about her health.

They continued to the Royal Apartments and took a light meal together. They were nearing completion when the Kingsguard announced Daemon had arrived and wished to see him.

"Send him in, a happy day when so much of my family can be under one roof."

Daemon then strode in and the two brothers were reunited once more. Daemon rarely visited King's Landing, and Viserys rarely left King's Landing. Viserys asked after Laena and the children.

"Laena is here as well; she went to go speak with her mother. We left Baela and Rhaena on Dragonstone."

"Ah, you should have brought of them. I have seen them only a handful of times."

Daemon shrugged. "We flew on dragonback, and they are still a bit young to go riding on the winds."

"We shall remedy their absence from King's Landing soon." Viserys declared. "They are my nieces, and I would see them again. Especially if you ship off all the way to the Stepstones, it will be more difficult to see them regularly."

Daemon took a seat and grabbed an apple from the table. "As to that, we have not yet decided how much time we intend to spend in the Stepstones."

"Surely your people would want their lord nearby?" Alicent asked.

"What I do with my domain is my business, Your Grace." Daemon spoke with a touch of chill in his voice.

Viserys did not want this happy time spoiled with barbs, so he redirected the conversation.

"What of your son? When do you intend to present him to the court?"

Daemon's face curdled like old milk. "Mayhaps never. There are many things wrong with the boy, and for his health it is best he remains away from King's Landing."

"What specific health maladies does he have? Last I spoke with Laena and examined the boy, he was healthy."

"Healthy?" Daemon said the word with derision and venom dripping from his tongue.

"Yes, his birth deformities are not an illness. If a man loses a limb in battle, once the wound has healed, he can be considered healthy or unhealthy based on his health. We would not speak of the man as unhealthy for an old war-wound." Elaena explained.

Daemon just shook his head, clearly done with the conversation. "You may speak with its mother if you are concerned, my niece."

"I suppose I shall, father, mother, uncle, if you will excuse me. I want hear of the health of my cousin from someone who cares." Elaena's voice was rarely this sharp, and Viserys felt that he missed something in that exchange.

"I shall take my leave as well." Alicent said as she carefully stood up, and followed Elaena out the door.

When they left Daemon hoisted a cup. "Better to drink and celebrate without the nattering of shrews."

Viserys lifted his cup and sighed. "As ever you try my patience, but if you did not, would you still be my brother?"

The two laughed, and Viserys allowed himself a few hours to enjoy himself without the affairs of state weighing on his mind.

***

Rhaenys was glad to see her only daughter was looking well. She was wearing a black dress that accentuated her figure. Bracelets set with turquoise showed off her house colors, and were paired with a formfitting necklace interlaced with rubies. Without a doubt Rhaenys believed her daughter to be the finest looking woman, and the most regal, at the upcoming ceremony elevating Daemon to Paramount Lord.

The two conversed for a bit, and then were joined by Princess Elaena. Rhaenys liked the young princess. She had a fine mind, and clearly cared for her family. Daemon's rantings over the closeness she had with Alicent were tiresome, but they may have held some truth to them.

"Princess Rhaenys, Lady Laena, a pleasure to see you two again."

They exchanged greetings and Elaena began asking questions about Maegor.

"He is well, why the sudden concern?" Laena asked.

"Uncle Daemon mentioned he was unhealthy, and when I last looked upon him, he suffered no illness. I am glad to hear he is well."

Laena sighed, "Yes, he is well. To answer your unasked question… Daemon does not intend to parade him before the realm due to Maegor's nature. Perhaps when he is older, we will consider it."

"Keeping him locked away will not do Maegor any favors, it isn't his fault he was born with hardships." Elaena said with some exasperation compared to her normally placid tone.

"I know, but this is how Daemon wants it. Take heart, he will thaw in time. He is already in a much better mood now that we have been able to secure him a Paramountcy. I am hopeful that with this honor, he will allow us to try again for another son."

Elaena furrowed her brow. "Do you mean…"

Rhaenys answered, "Yes. He has refused to bed Laena in a way that will result in the chance of a child. One of the reasons we pushed Viserys to name him a Paramount Lord was to assuage his 'shame' over Maegor and put it behind him."

The younger princess blinked and then her face twitched violently.

"That was the reason?" She asked incredulously. Elaena paced the room. "It was not to help secure the Stepstones from future piracy? It was not to place two powerful dragons near Dorne to deter any further military adventurism? It was to appease his overweening pride?"

Rhaenys chuckled. "Yes, though I agreed to back my daughter's request for those reasons, it was Daemon's relationship difficulties with Laena that started this."

Laena's face colored slightly. "Do not judge me, Elaena, not until you've had your own opportunity to lay with a masterful man such as Daemon. The rider of Caraxes and once heir to the Iron Throne is a great man, but even great men have flaws."

Elaena shook her head. "Unbelievable, though I suppose the reason for the action matters less than the action and the result. The Stepstones is vital to trade. I hope Daemon has enough sense to take his responsibilities seriously."

Laena and Rhaenys shared a glance.

"We are moving some smallfolk to the islands, and we are arranging for the creation of a bastion built in the style of Old Valyrian architecture. Daemon has some ideas of enforcing tariffs to help pay for the construction. He intends to visit regularly but not reside there for some years until the stronghold is completed."

Rhaenys watched Elaena take an uneven breath. She seemed on the verge of speaking, but held her tongue.

"This has been most… insightful. Thank you for sharing his intentions." Elaena finally replied.

Laena took her hands in hers. "Of course, now you must tell us of who has impressed you on your tour! I've heard great things about Ser Medrick, though if Viktoriya is anything like Vhagar, she won't like the cold."

Elaena nodded. "Ser Medrick is a gallant knight, someone who is being considered. The North is ripe for improvement, it is shameful that any part of father's dominion has mass starvation in winters. White Harbor is a useful port, but you are right. Viktoriya was not fond of the cold."

Rhaenys listened as Laena drew out Elaena's thoughts on the various suitors. Laena and Elaena did not regularly speak to each other without the company of other large personalities such as Rhaenyra, Joffrey, and Daemon. It was good for them to talk like this. Rhaenys was curious what Elaena's eventual choice would be, and how that would impact the various court intrigues she was now embroiled in.

Laenor seems to like her, I shouldn't allow Daemon's ridiculous claims to color my perceptions of her.

Rhaenys considered again, perhaps 'like' was not the right term. Laenor was swift to come to Elaena's defense anytime Daemon spoke out against her. Rhaenys knew her son, and when Elaena was in the room with Laenor, her boy acted oddly. She likened it to how he used to act before he confessed to being a sword swallower. Which did not make sense at all.

Did she stumble upon him and Joffrey at inopportune time?

It was a bit of a mystery, and Rhaenys being Rhaenys had asked Laenor what was going on. However, her son had lied to her face, saying that he appreciated his good-sister and knew how much Rhaenyra treasured her relationship with Elaena. She hadn't pried, he was an adult. For better or worse, his decisiveness in the Stepstones War had certainly proven that.

Laena and Elaena had finished going over several of the suitors when Laena had queried where she would head to next.

"I intend to stay in King's Landing until my mother has given birth again. After which, I will continue my tour. The Reach is next. Tumbleton, Honeyholt, and Highgarden, in that order."

"Anyone of particular interest?" Laena asked with a smile.

"Lord Lyman has frequently bent my ear to extol the virtues of his grandson. He may be biased, but if even half of the statements he made are true, he would be a fantastic candidate."

"Good! And I'm glad you are staying in King's Landing longer. We should go flying together again while I am here."

They set a date for a day of flying and then Elaena departed. Rhaenys thought Alan Beesbury would be a fine match. The Beesbury family were quite loyal to Viserys, and by extension Rhaenyra. Daemon was certain there would be blood when his brother died, but Rhaenys hoped it would not come to that.

I'll need to meet with Lyman and share what characteristics Elaena seems to value in a potential husband before Elaena continues her tour.

***

Aegon had been impatient to spend more time with his sister. First his father had taken her away, and then she spent time with Lady Laena, and then his mother. When Elaena was done with them, she had changed out of her riding leathers and into something more appropriate, so only then did he get a chance to sit down and speak with her.

"My studies and arms training are going well. I am not as proficient as I would like to be, but Ser Criston says I am good for my age." Aegon told her when she asked. "As far as how things have been – we've all missed you. Helaena has had some night terrors, Aemond is… well Aemond, but he has been helping with Daenora. Mother has been in an ill humor of late; she mislikes being with child."

"One can only imagine why." Elaena said, as dry as the deserts in Dorne.

"Uthor will have his third name day soon, and none of us have really spent much time with him. Hmm, that is really it. We did receive the Cyvasse boards, but we wanted to wait on you to show it to us."

Elaena let one of her larger smiles grace her face. "No time like the present."

"But I haven't heard about your journeys!"

"In truth, I grow weary of repeating myself about them. When I am with you, and our siblings, I will say it again, once more. For now, let me teach you this delightful game that will be quite useful in educating nobility."

"A game will do that?"

"Yes. It will teach young minds how to think strategically, have patience, and plan ahead in rational ways. These skills are already taught, but they can be honed in a fun a way. You ended up being fairly dutiful with your studies, but that is not always the case."

Aegon listened intently as Elaena explained the rules of the game and how the pieces worked. The rules were not overly complex, but Aegon could already see how each decision could have a profound effect on the outcome.

They played a quick game, where Aegon was trounced, but it was less competitive and more of a learning game. His sister explained what she was doing, and why. Even so, he could think of very few ways to counter what she was doing.

"Not bad, brother. You grasped the way the catapult and rabble could be used in conjunction. That isn't something most people would see right away."

Aegon smiled. "Thank you. I'd like to play again before you continue your tour."

"Of course. I hope you play with your siblings 'till then and even afterwards. You are nearly a man grown, but you can still learn. Learning and improving oneself is a lifelong affair."

If he was to be King of the Seven Kingdoms, he knew he had to improve. Cyvasse, reading, swordplay, riding, jousting, and more. There was never time to rest, not when his natural talents were outstripped by so many others.

Elaena is almost never wrong. Cyvasse will be like a whetstone for my mind.

Bitterly he wondered how well Aemond would take to the game. Despite the age difference between them, Aemond had always grasped Maester lessons swifter than he had done. His younger brother had a sharper mind, faster reflexes, and even a bigger dragon. It galled him how he, the firstborn, constantly lived in Aemond's shadow. The only thing he had a greater portion of, was size and strength, and that was likely only due to age.

"You seem troubled." Elaena mentioned, and Aegon hastily put on a more relaxed mien.

"'Tis nothing, sister. The feast will begin soon, I ought to make sure I am properly presentable."

***

Otto pinched the bridge of his nose as Larys explained what had gone on at Casterly Rock.

"He fondled the princess? I cannot even begin to grasp the stupidity of such an action." Otto said with frustration.

"My lord, men do foolish things in their cups." Larys, the Master of Whisperers explained. "Still, the princess seems have some mercy in her heart. Despite Ser Arron's affront, she allowed him to instead confess to an accidental impropriety rather than a purposeful one. Women are known to have soft hearts, and the princess has a reputation for one."

Otto gave him a look. "Tell that to Princess Rhaenys. No, it wouldn't do to underestimate Elaena. She's cunning. And this doesn't make sense. Tyland told me that his foolish brother wished to humiliate the princess, not have her groped. If Elaena had insisted that it was purposeful, Lannister would be shamed for having it happen under his roof."

"Indeed, someone is lying." The club-footed man said with a sly smile.

Otto was weary and already bitter over having his objections regarding Daemon overruled, and was not in the mood to play the games Larys enjoyed playing.

"On with it." Otto commanded.

"Jason is lying to his brother, or his brother is lying to us. Something happened at Casterly Rock, more than just inappropriate touching. Several servants have gone missing from Casterly Rock rather suddenly. My own agent paints of picture of deliberate provocation from Lord Lannister."

"How so?"

"Serving deliberately tainted food, having a maid spill wine over the princess, and having suitors far below Princess Elaena's station attend to her. Including one with a notorious stench, and another who is as far from a maiden's fancy as can be, given his girth. The letter Lord Lannister sent hid much of the truth, including the deliberate nature of it."

Otto felt a spike of rage fill him. Everywhere he turned, incompetent fools caused more problems. Why were his allies so utterly useless? He gathered his will and forced the anger away so he could think clearly. He took a swallow of wine and then looked at Larys.

"Why has the princess not made complaint?"

"She has, but has downplayed it. Viserys has already spoken with our Master of Ships of his displeasure."

"Why? What is her scheme? What is she planning?"

"My sources in Casterly Rock stay that after the public confrontation with Ser Arron, she spoke with Jason in private. My best interpretation of events is that Lannister wished to humble the princess, but in ways that could not directly be laid at his feet. Why? Because he was spurned by Rhaenyra. Or perhaps because he believed the story that Elaena was responsible for the double-entry accounting reforms that caused your own house frustration. Either way, the chosen agent overstepped, and Jason must have realized how bad this could go for him."

Otto nodded along, so far this made sense.

"So what then did the two speak of in private? My guess is that Elaena blackmailed him into agreeing to something. Support for Rhaenyra in the future? Support for a particular project she wished? Expansion of the Dragon Bank? Mayhaps even she is seriously considering the Lefford boy, and has secured some advantage for that house from their overlord. Lord Humfry was not fond of the match, so perhaps this would be added spice needed to ensure his approval. Unfortunately, fully private conversations in a Lord's solar are not easy to obtain information." Larys paused, "The bigger concern here is that the Lannisters are hiding this from you. This does not bode well for the future of your cause."

No it did not. The Hand of the King grimaced. He would need to bring the Lannisters in line. If Elaena could blackmail Lord Lannister, then he could most like do the same. He would need to tread carefully. Lannister wealth would be crucial in the inevitable conflict, but he had to know what had been agreed to.

"I will think on our best course with the Lannisters. You have done what you can, how go the other tasks I've given you."

"Well enough, I now have ears in Driftmark and Dragonstone. Including one who can act as a knife in the dark when the time comes. I have tried to stir up conflict within the Velaryon family on the idea of Prince Lucerys, a clear bastard, inheriting Driftmark one day. I regret to inform you; my efforts have borne no fruit. Corlys is popular among both his family and the smallfolk. And of course, people fear Laenor."

He has proven the largest thorn in my side. Without Laenor there would have been no total victory possible in the Stepstones, and with him around Dorne and the Triarchy will not act. Now his mere reputation makes everything more difficult.

Laenor and Rhaenyra were his number one targets for assassination once Viserys was dead. However, they were also the most guarded. He did not wish to make any assassination attempts until they could all take place simultaneously, so that he could catch as many enemies unaware as possible. Circumstances were making him rethink his decision.

The Triarchy and Dorne both hate Laenor. Given the treacherous tactics the Dornish used, would it not be plausible they would attempt to kill the Dark Storm through underhanded means?

"You have a look on your face, my lord, pray tell what thought has crossed your mind." Larys said with an irritating grin on his features.

The man had proven his loyalty, and his reasons for betraying his family and siding with the Greens. Those too-perceptive eyes saw more than Otto wished at times.

"With the Stepstones in the hands of Daemon, the Blacks are growing too powerful. House Velaryon, rather than being weakened, has become stronger than ever. We need the Triarchy and Dorne to once again make life difficult for our enemies. Yet they will not while Laenor lives. I believe it is time that this particular storm come to an end, and we will make it look like the Dornish did it. This could even mean war with Dorne, which will add additional stress on the King."

"Ah, and it will be House Velaryon, along with Rhaenyra who will be the ones most vigorous in pursuit of the conflict. It will be difficult to accomplish, but I have some ideas how it can be done. Might I suggest that we avoid making the attempt while he is on Dragonstone? It would be best if it was done elsewhere. Perhaps when he visits his family on Driftmark."

Otto nodded. "Yes, it doesn't need to be done immediately. The key is that it succeeds and that the blame is directed toward Dorne. Do not tarry too long, it would be best if it is within the year."

"I will see to it, my lord."

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A Young Woman's Inevitable Dance of the Dragons

Failninjaninja

Chapter 23

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"Unfortunately, I'm a soldier. I was taught in academy that anyone who can't see reality for what it is should be called an idiot." - From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 8

Daemon accepted the Paramountcy of the Stepstones before the court. It was made all the sweeter by the look of distaste on Alicent Hightower's face. Her father, the more dangerous Hightower, did not allow such obvious displeasure to appear on his features. Viserys looked pleased to honor him in this way. Daemon believed Viserys to be a fool in many ways, but he did love him. His good-mother had done well in convincing Viserys of granting Daemon this honor.

Without Daemon the Stepstones would have fallen to the Triarchy. He admitted that Laenor had done more recently, but the man was already going to inherit the wealthiest house in Westeros, and be the Prince Consort to Rhaenyra.

Assuming we win the coming battles.

Unlike Rhaenyra, Daemon knew war was inevitable. The Hightowers and their allies had sunk their claws deep into Viserys and the administration of the realm. The Greens dominated the small council. They dominated the court appointments. They led the new military order of the Waywardens. Alicent churned out children incessantly, even now another half-breed threatened to emerge from her cunt.

The first part of the ceremony was completed with Daemon's renewed oaths to Viserys. Next came the oaths of his vassals. Vaemond Velaryon was the first, but there were others. A cousin to Lord Harwin Strong was given part of one island along with some landed knights from the Crownlands. Daemon had also knighted one of his old commanders from the Gold Cloaks, an act that would inspire future loyalty from those that remained Gold Cloaks. Finally he had conceded to give control of one of the watch towers to a Ser Dalton Rivers, one of the Knights of Victory. His beloved wife thought it a grand gesture.

He had questioned the man, revealing that he was not so much loyal to anyone, other than coin. He was a skilled fighter and had a sellsword spirit, Daemon could use a man like that, and it would appease his wife. Daemon knew he had treated his wife unjustly; the birthing bed was always a game of chance. Of course, he would not tolerate a bastard surname, even for a knightly house, so Daemon granted Ser Dalton 'Dracstone' as a surname for his house.

He accepted polite congratulations from the various nobles who were present. Elaena then approached. She wore quite the fetching gray dress. Red dragons were embodied upon her sleeves. She looked every inch the Targaryen Princess.

"Prince Daemon, uncle, congratulations on your ascendency to one of the Paramount Lords of Westeros."

"In a way I have you to thank for it." Daemon said with a slight smile curling on the side of his mouth.

The way Elaena froze in shock for a fraction of a second confirmed his suspicions. Her recovery was near complete, but her blue eyes had gone from soft to those he would liken to a hawk's.

"Whatever do you mean by that, uncle?"

"Admit it, if you were here instead of on your tour to find a mate, you would have whispered in my brother's ear against my ascension."

Elaena smiled broadly, as if she was genuinely happy. Daemon sensed no mockery in it, which confused him somewhat.

"I would have advised the King to have handled things differently, yes. But finding you lands to manage is an appropriate endeavor. You are a prince of the realm, the brother of a King, and the rider of the fearsome Caraxes. My good-brother speaks highly of your efforts when you fought beside him in the Stepstones, and none doubt your abilities as a warrior."

Daemon took pleasure in hearing those words, even if they were likely there just to further hide her devious nature, and true intentions.

"You have a gift for flattery, and the skill to deflect directly asked questions. Elaena, I am not your sister. Honeyed words will not distract me from the certainty that you would have advised Viserys against making me the Paramount Lord of the Stepstones."

Elaena looked him in the eye. He had to give credit to her for that, as many grown men and powerful lords would tremble under his gaze. He was always caught between admiration and irritation when it came to his niece. She was capable, intelligent, and carried herself well. But she was also disloyal, and refused to treat him with due deference.

"Daemon, you may believe what you wish. In either case, my congratulations to you are heartfelt, and my fondest wish is that your stewardship of the Stepstones is peaceful and prosperous."

Elaena moved on and Daemon accepted other congratulations. When all that was complete and the feasting was done, he lay with his wife again. The complication of Maegor had cast a long shadow, but ultimately his brother had shown that a ruler could make an heir as he willed. At the time, being passed over for Rhaenyra had enraged him, but now he saw the appeal. Once he had a son, an inheritor who would be worthy, he could simply appoint that child as his heir over Maegor.

For a time he had considered just having the deformed monster killed, but after recalling Viserys and his change of heirs, he realized murdering Laena's child was not something he would have to do. Daemon cared not one whit for that thing that had spawned from his loins, but Laena had proven her loyalty and did not deserve sorrow.

***

Viserys was pleased to see that his wife and newborn son were both in excellent health. Grand Maester Mellos had warned that the babe had been a bit early, and to be steeled against the worst outcome. The man loved his ravens too much, the old phrase 'dark wings, dark words' may as well have been personified in the old Maester.

Mellos wasn't incorrect in the babe being early, but other than some mild breathing issues and smaller size, he was healthy. The name they had decided on was that of his sire, Baelon Targaryen. Viserys felt quite accomplished; this was his ninth child. It was four shy of Jaehaerys, but it was far more than most. He was well content with reaching that number, and would abide by the agreement he had made with Alicent. She would bear no more children. Given the exhausted look of his wife, 'twas probably for the best.

Elaena had come up to see him after being with little Baelon.

"Congratulations again, father."

"Thank you, my dear. Now that the babe has come early, will you be adjusting your schedule?"

"No, I will keep the same schedule. I do plan on visiting my sister on Dragonstone, and then see how Maegor and the twins are doing on Driftmark. Then I'll return here for a day or two before heading off to Tumbleton."

"A fine plan."

With that resolved, they shared a smile before Elaena titled her head and adopted a rare look of amusement and pleased consideration.

"Father. I have something of a project for you, given your love for Old Valyria."

"Oh?" Viserys asked with interest.

"Cyvasse is a game that I've come to enjoy. The pieces represent different elements of an army. It includes elephants, men-at-arms, cavalry, siege weaponry, and the most powerful piece – the dragon. I propose that you create custom pieces as if the host had come from Old Valyria. Painted in the colors of our house."

Viserys was surprised, and gladdened by Elaena's request. She was always so studious and focused on grand plans to better the realm. It was a pleasant alternative to have something suggested that was just for the joy of it.

"I think that is a fine idea. But surely you could have spoken to craftsman about it, why bring this to me? Not that I don't want to work with you on this; I am just curious."

"No one knows Old Valyria better than you, and your diorama has remained relatively unchanged for over a year. I thought it would be something you would both enjoy doing, and be the premier wisdom for such a thing."

Viserys chuckled. As always, his daughter had thought things through.

"I shall ensure it will be completed in time for your wedding."

"Thank you, father. Though perhaps it will be done before then, as I have not yet finished my tour. Afterwards I will not be overly hasty in making my choice, and then a hasty betrothal to wedding is not ideal for me either."

Viserys gave Elaena a look. "When exactly are you scheming to be wed?"

"I will be making my selection before I am six-and-ten, but I would think at least a year-long betrothal would be appropriate."

"Are you nervous about the bedding and the possibility of childbirth? I know these things can be difficult, especially with what happened to your mother. But they are part of the expectations of being a princess."

"Many have wed past their twentieth name-day, father. But I will do as I must."

Viserys nodded, a year, year and a half at most, was not so bad.

"It seems your younger sister will be wed before you after all."

"What?" Elaena asked. Her gaze sharpened and despite their relationship, Viserys blinked and looked away.

"Once Helaena has flowered, which should not be long, then she will be wed to Aegon."

"Father, she just turned two-and-ten recently. That is far too soon. It is not healthy for a girl to risk the birthing bed that early. Why this haste?"

Viserys sighed, he had already promised Alicent to have a quick wedding for their children, to honor the ways of House Targaryen. He thought that perhaps his wife was eager for grandchildren.

"Elaena, that choice is not up to you. The Grand Maester has told me that many women give birth at a young age."

"To greater hardship! There is no sense in such a risk."

Viserys disliked disappointing his daughter, but he had promised Alicent.

"Elaena, the decision has already been made. Once her moon's blood is upon her your brother and sister will be wed."

His daughter looked displeased.

"Perhaps we should not have two separate royal weddings. Why not combine the two? Allow Helaena and Aegon's wedding to be postponed until I have wed. It will allow for an even greater event. All the lords and ladies of Westeros shall be invited, and we can have a grand tourney."

Viserys immediately loved the idea. He would have to talk to Alicent, but this was a good excuse. Alicent could be moved by such a spectacle. And it would smooth over concerns of Rhaenyra not attending Aegon's wedding. Now she would be there anyway.

Yes, this way everyone will be happy.

***

Ser Jon Roxton was impressed with the feast that Lord Footly had put on. The Lord of Tumbleton did not have any kin of suitable age to marry Princess Elaena, but had still been chosen to host her for the coming week.

The princess looked radiant. Jon knew his chances were dim. His house was middling in status and wealth. He would still make the attempt; the prize was too grand.

If one does not make an attempt, one cannot ever succeed.

At seven-and-ten he was close to the girl's age. He recalled that his father said that she was five-and-ten, but she held court with Lord Footly at the head table in practiced fashion that belied her youth. Lord Footly himself seemed quite intrigued and engaged with discussions, the other lords around also wearing interested looks. Jon glanced at the other suitors, some knightly houses had chosen to send their sons, they had even less of a chance. The only one of any real standing also in pursuit was Lord Jon Cockshaw.

The knight knew he needed to be memorable. He stood up as a thought briefly formed in his head, and he instinctively went with it.

"A TOAST! TO PRINCESS ELAENA!"

It was sudden, but several took it up, and while they did Ser Jon formed the words he would speak next.

"Princess Elaena, you are travelling across Westeros in search for a husband. A man worthy of your hand. This is but one of many stops on your trip. I've heard you've been to the North, the Westerlands, and the Vale! I have a request. Let us make this a memorable stop for you – and let us not waste your time. Give us a true chance to win your hand, to select one suitor to spend the week with. We can decide who through feat of arms. Let us have a melee, here in this hall or in the morn. The winner can then obtain a true section of time to know you and heighten the chance you select one of us."

The hall was shocked, and then came some harsh words and angry mutters in his direction. But not all, some saw his words as true. What chance did they have when the competition included names like Arryn and Manderly?

The princess caught his eye. Her interest had been roused.

"A unique request, Ser Roxton. In my search I seek more than just someone skilled at arms, and yet I cannot help but be intrigued by such a bold challenge. I will not retreat upon my word, but what I will do is this. There are eight suitors in this hall, and I was prepared to spend at least half a day with each of you. All those who wish not to participate will still have their half a day, but all those with the courage to participate in this melee will have their time given to the winner."

In the end, all the potential suitors could not resist the temptation to spend nearly a full week with the princess. Ser Jon had his work cut out for him in the melee. Several knights sought to take him on at once, but despite the use of a blunted weapon instead of his house's blade, he proved the victor. He took particular delight in bashing in Lord Cockshaw's teeth in with the pommel of his tourney sword.

For their first personalized interaction, Jon chose to have them go riding. The princess had no objections, and Jon wondered at that. They were outside of Tumbleton without any guards. He supposed that he should be honored by the trust, but it was rather odd. What if someone claimed the princess had lost her virtue on the excursion with him? Or what if there had been an unlikely attack by brigands?

Has she fucked other suitors? She is Rhaenyra's sister.

She made no move or hint toward such closeness, and he thought it best not to make the attempt. Rumor had it that some knight in the Westerlands had been exiled to Essos due to over forwardness. He had brought food and wine and they shared it under the shade of a pear tree.

"Ser Jon, you were quite skilled in the melee. I was also fond of your aggressive strategy to differentiate yourself from the others. Now I have some questions for you."

"Of course, Princess Elaena. Ask what you will."

She asked him many questions, and he soon found himself on uncertain ground. Questions regarding his house's finances were difficult to answer. His father was still hale, and had not included him in the decision-making regarding financial matters. Jon's knowledge of trade was also more general than specific. When it came to children Jon answered bluntly.

"Number of children? As many as the Gods see fit to grant us. Why, is there a fear you are barren?"

"No, but my own mother was lost in the birthing bed, and to be direct, I do not wish to risk such a fate. I would not be interested in facing that battle repeatedly."

"But that is your duty!"

Jon cursed his quick tongue as he saw something pass through her eyes. She then changed the subject to the blade he had at his side.

"That is Valyrian steel at your side, is it not?" Elaena asked.

"Yes, my father gave it to me when I was raised to knighthood."

With a flourish Jon pulled the blade from its sheath. The black blade's inky darkness swirled in the afternoon light.

"It is called Orphan-Maker."

"An appropriate name for such a deadly blade." Elaena complimented. "May I hold it?"

Caught off guard, he nodded. "But be careful, Your Grace, 'tis sharper than a normal blade."

She gave him a look, and he felt rather foolish. This was Elaena Targaryen, she would know about Valyrian steel. Both her father and her uncle wielded their own blades. Blackfyre and Dark Sister.

He handed the blade to her, and she held it properly. She cut the air with it a couple of times in a display of surprising strength and finesse, and then handed it hilt first back to him.

"Thank you, ser. My curiosity has been satisfied."

He took her back to Tumbleton and spent the next several days in her company. She was polite, graceful, and a willing conversational partner. And yet, he felt no closeness between the two of them. When he finally asked about her thoughts toward him and his chances, she favored him with a smile, but bore ill news.

"Ser Jon, you are not the husband that I seek. You are a fine knight, but my own tastes are not as martial and fiery as yours. Nonetheless I will look back fondly on our time together, if nothing else, know that you were remarkable."

It hadn't worked out, but winning the impromptu melee will have enhanced his reputation. He was disappointed, but had known from the start the difficulty of winning her hand. He would wait with curiosity to find out just what kind of suitor the princess had in mind.

***

Ser Alan Beesbury was nervous. His grandfather had high expectations for him, and his many, many letters about the courtship of Princess Elaena had only served to grow his angst over it all. He was a knight, he had fought in tournaments, watched men die for crimes, and yet this meeting with the royal princess was causing him great concern.

The princess has a mind beyond her years.

She is brilliant; her thoughts are well ordered.

Her ideas are bountiful, more than any other in the realm, save for Ser Laenor's grand victory and King Viserys for listening, she is the one responsible for our prosperity.

Make sure you are confident, do not show hesitancy, nor arrogance.

Mind your courtesies, for she always does.

Do not be overly rigid.

Princess Elaena is sensitive on the subject of bearing children. She will not wish for a large family.

Understand fully how we manage trade in our lands.

Family is what matters most to her. Do not speak ill of any of her kin, Greens, or Blacks.

Ask for her opinion and display curiosity for her thoughts.

Praise her dragon. Her one diversion from bettering the realm, is dragon riding.

On and on and on and on the advice came. When it came time to finally meet with her, he found himself thick of tongue.

"Greetings, ah, El, err, Princess Elaena. I am pleased to, um, finally meet you, Your, Your, Grace."

Alan's cheeks had reddened. What an absolute fool he was making of himself. The princess had just landed, and he was there with two guards and a pair of servants ready to take any belongings the princess had brought with her.

"Thank you, Ser Alan. I am pleased to accept your hospitality. Your grandsire has told me much of you!"

"Ah, hah, well Lord Lyman may have some biases there. But 'tis not a bad thing, after all, what matters more than family?"

He was proud of himself for that line; it was one he had prepared.

Elaena gave him a smile and a nod. They walked toward the keep of Honeyholt. It was not a grand structure like Highgarden or Winterfell, but it was well defendable. Surrounding it past the walls, a town had grown up around it. The keep overlooked the Honeywine river.

Speaking with the princess was nerve-wracking at first, but she did not make conversation difficult. He found himself speaking strongly of what he did know. His house was known for its honey, that much was known by all, but the actual process was fascinating and soon he found himself explaining about the importance of bees. He stopped himself, when he realized he was going on too long on that one topic, and switched over to asking questions about the Dragon Bank and working with grandfather.

Soon enough they were sitting down and enjoying a meal together. Unlike at other stops, it had been arranged that he would be the only suitor for the time she would be in Honeyholt. Selection of the food was weighed toward the sweeter side, and Alan could tell that Elaena was enjoying herself.

"Ser Alan, indulge me if you will. If money were no object, how would you improve upon Honeyholt?"

Alan blinked a few times. This was not something he prepared for! A good lord made sure enough income was collected to pay his taxes, be able to hold lavish feasts for special occasions, and have enough funds to arm and armor any levies needed for war. In addition a lord could have idle pursuits such as horse or dog breeding. Gold for favors and trinkets for noble ladies was also necessary.

Alan did not think something so basic would appeal to the princess. Not many knew that Elaena was the true will behind the formation of the Dragon Bank. Alan only knew because his grandfather had told him.

"I could think of several projects. Creating a large arching bridge over the Honeywine would mean we could trade east and west more easily, than just north and south over the river. I would also look to create an unofficial secondary Citadel. It costs money to study and earn your links as a Maester, but why turn away hidden talents? A common born man with a gift for arms can earn knighthood through arms, but there is little way for those with an extra blessing of wit prove and advance themselves. Some say being a Maester is like being a knight of the mind – we could harness it."

Elaena leaned forward. "A secondary Citadel, how fascinating. What subjects would it specialize in?"

Alan looked away, furiously thinking. He took in a breath. "In truth, I know not. The idea only came to me because of you, princess. Few would think a child's idea worth pursuing, and yet my grandfather and the King listened to your banking proposal, much to the realm's benefit."

Elaena smiled at him. "You make a compelling case. I imagine the Maesters would not be happy, and the location of it so close to Oldtown would be a concern. But I do like the idea."

Alan laughed nervously. "Well, you asked what I would do if coin were no issue, but coin is an issue. Any effort to create an institute of learning would have to start small due to the costs."

Talk moved on to other subjects, and Alan felt he answered those well. The subject of children came up, and Alan proactively indicated he thought two children for two parents was an ideal number.

"Oh, and not three? Childhood is not without its dangers." Elaena challenged.

Alan was flummoxed for a moment. He had been told she only wanted two!

"I… well, I could not think of my children facing mortal peril, my mind shies from the thought itself."

Elaena quirked an eyebrow. "I commend you on the recovery." She sighed. "It is obvious you have been given assistance prior to our meeting. I don't begrudge that, but I do want your honest feelings. I do not want to marry someone who used deceit, and then later is unhappy with the arrangement. If I gave birth to two girls, would you be accepting of no male heir?"

"I would." Alan answered confidently. He wanted Elaena for his house. It wasn't as if the line of Beesbury would end, if he had no sons. He had an uncle, and four male cousins. Alan would like to have a son of course, and the odds were in his favor that would happen with two children, but if he was not so blessed, he could still be content.

"Good, I believe you. You've passed the first round, ser. You stand with four others who I am seriously considering as a prospective marriage partner. I intend to visit the Citadel for a couple of days, and then return here. Draw up some plans for the bridge, and estimated costs and anticipated economic improvement for doing so. That will allow me to see where your thoughts and priorities are."

Alan was both happy, and somewhat alarmed. The bridge idea wasn't something he had thought about fully before blurting it out. The princess being gone for a couple of days was a surprise, and a deviation of the schedule, but since he had already passed the first 'round' of Elaena's assessment he would consider it a victory.

***

Jacaerys, or Jace, as everyone called him, was quite pleased with being the heir of Dragonstone, and one day heir of King's Landing. He was in no hurry to inherit; being a lord, or a King, was quite serious. It made for little time to play. Jace had the greatest dragonrider since Aegon the Conqueror as a father. Laenor Velaryon, the 'Dark Storm.'

He was learning how to be a squire and would soon be formally given the rank of a squire, one assigned to the commander of his mother's guards. Ser Harwin 'Breakbones' Strong. He was more than just a simple guard captain; he was also the Lord of Harrenhal. It made sense to Jace that someone as important as his mother would have an important lord as the one leading her guards. He liked Ser Harwin quite a bit. The man was always teaching him something, and he always ate meals with the family.

That was when Jace started to grow suspicious. He had caught Harwin and Rhaenyra do something he had only seen courting folk do. A soft kiss, or a morsel of food fed to the other. He didn't think he was supposed to see, because they would often quickly change their behavior when they spotted him. It was weird.

It was also weird that the master-at-arms and his sire spent more time together than his father and mother! Jace was troubled, and sought answers from his father. As always, he made time for Jace.

"You have a serious look upon your face. What is the matter?"

Jace fidgeted. Now that he was here, he didn't know how to broach the subject.

"You and mother, you seem further apart than Ser Harwin and mother."

His father's face went still. "He is her sworn shield, and she is the heir to the Iron Throne. Having her greatest protector with her at all times is important."

Jace nodded; that made sense. Only it didn't. He knew there was more.

"Father, is that truly all? They are closer than friends… I don't wish to accuse mother of anything… but…"

"And you wonder at how you, Luke, and Aenar look like Ser Harwin and not like me. I've long understood this moment was coming."

Jace blinked. He hadn't really thought about that aspect, but now that it was mentioned, he understood with dawning horror.

"I'm a bastard!" Jace exclaimed.

"Jace, lower your voice, and never repeat that again." Laenor spoke firmly, but not harshly.

"I have much to explain, but I need your oath first not to repeat this. In time, we will tell your brother as well, but not yet."

Jace hesitantly swore that he would remain silent. He needed to know.

"My grandsire was your grandsire's uncle. We are blood, you, and I, just not in the way you thought we were. I love Rhaenyra, but not in the way most husbands love their wives. Some enjoy the taste of fish, other the taste of mutton, and some the taste of turnips."

"No one likes turnips!"

"It is rare, but some do. Just like individuals such as I, prefer the company of men over women. Rhaenyra understands this, and she has her own tastes as well. You are the natural son of Ser Harwin, but in the eyes of the realm, you are my son."

It was much for Jace to take in. "But… I like you as my father."

"And my son you shall remain! I will never sire an heir from my seed, and I am content with this. As I said earlier, you and me, we both have the same blood. You are destined to rule the Seven Kingdoms, and I could not love you anymore than I do now, if you grew from my seed."

Jace felt tears come to his eyes. He hugged his father tightly.

"I think I understand. I… I won't say anything. I will keep my word."

"Good, I knew you would. As you grow older, you will encounter those who wish to demean and discredit you over your birth. Do not ever acknowledge the charge as accurate. It will cause only harm and even war."

"What of my brother, Aelyx? You mentioned Luke and Aenar, what of him?"

Laenor sighed. "Not mine, and not mine to tell. You can speak to your mother about this if you wish. I will forewarn her that I have told you, and why."

Jace nodded. He was old enough to have heard practice yard banter from those older than him. He knew how babies were made, and he knew how men viewed women who broke their marriage oaths. And yet, he found that he could not care overmuch. Rhaenyra was his mother. If Laenor… his father, had not permitted it, it wouldn't have happened, and he wouldn't have been born! Jace rather liked being alive and playing with his brothers and Vermax.

"I may do that, later." Jace replied. "Is that why I am being squired to Ser Harwin? Does he wish me close by his side?"

"In part, yes. Ser Harwin is also a distinguished knight, and a skilled warrior. He has the reputation for being one of the strongest knights of the realm. Many will envy you for being his squire."

Jace nodded. His feelings were still all a jumble inside him. But his family cared for him, and Laenor was still his father, no matter what.

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