Dragon's flame

King's Landing

Year 113 (towards its end)

"Your Grace, we have identified the culprits," Lyonel said, his voice steady but grim as he addressed King Viserys.

"Who?!" Viserys demanded, his tone flaring with impatience and anger.

"According to our investigation, the mastermind behind this plot is Lady Mooton, the lady-in-waiting to the late Queen Aemma. She is the eldest daughter of House Staunton," Lyonel replied, his expression serious and resolute.

"Why would they do such a thing?!" Viserys asked, his voice rising, frustration evident in his tone.

"Your Grace... It appears that House Mooton, House Staunton, the Ironborn, and Dorne have been conspiring to instigate a rebellion," Lyonel explained, his voice growing somber. "House Wyl of Dorne coordinated the poison that was delivered to House Staunton, which Lady Mooton then used to poison Queen Aemma. The ultimate goal was to create a situation of civil war. House Mooton and House Staunton would march on King's Landing, while Dorne would target House Hightower and Storm's End. The Ironborn would focus on holding the Westerlands and the North at bay, and the Triarchy would launch attacks on Driftmark and Dragonstone."

"They dare?!" Viserys roared, his face contorted in fury. His hands clenched into fists on the table as he seethed with anger.

"Your Grace, please calm yourself. The realm is already fractured. If we go to war now, it will only bring more harm and devastation," Lyonel cautioned, trying to reason with the enraged king. "I recommend we hold off until Princess Rhaenyra's marriage. The Velaryons are still recovering from the war on the Stepstones."

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Viserys' POV

I sank back into my chair, exhausted by the weight of the revelations. Ah, I need Rhaenyra to marry quickly… The thought hung heavily in my mind. The political landscape was slipping out of control, and I feared for the future of the realm.

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Dragonstone

Daenerys' POV

Windwyrm Tower

Time has passed, and a year has slipped away in the blink of an eye. The Rhonare are settling in comfortably at Dragonstone, gradually taking over the dragon caves and libraries once held by the Dragonkeepers. The Dragonstone Dragonkeepers are slowly returning to King's Landing. Meanwhile, the training of the Targaryen bastards has begun, their presence a reminder of the tensions that now exist.

"Hey, Dany, want to go on a ride on Vhagar with me?" Aely's voice called out from behind me, breaking my thoughts.

"I don't know… Vaxylis gets jealous," I responded hesitantly.

Aely wrapped his arms around me from behind, his voice teasing. "Don't worry, it's just one ride."

"Okay, fine," I relented, a smile tugging at my lips.

We soared through the skies on Vhagar, his embrace firm and comforting behind me. I couldn't help but wonder how long this peace would last. From 115 AC onwards, King Viserys' health began to deteriorate, and the divide between the Greens and Blacks became more pronounced with each passing day.

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Year 114 AC

The hall was alive with excitement, the atmosphere filled with laughter and conversation as lords and ladies from across the realm gathered for the highly anticipated wedding of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, the rightful heir to the throne, to Ser Laenor Velaryon, the heir to Driftmark.

King Viserys sat at the center of the grand table, flanked by his daughter, Princess Rhaenyra, on his left. Guests from various houses came forward to offer their congratulations to the royal family.

"House Velaryon, with Lord Corlys Velaryon, the Sea Snake, his lady wife Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, and their son and heir, Laenor Velaryon, the future king consort," the herald called out.

The Velaryon family made their way toward the royal table, bowing slightly in respect. Laenor sat beside Rhaenyra, while Corlys and Rhaenys took their places next to him.

"Queen Alicent Hightower."

Alicent entered the hall, dressed in all green—a bold statement of defiance to Viserys, whose face twisted in both anger and shock at the sight of his estranged wife. Alicent made her way to the right side of the king's throne and sat down, her gaze steady and unyielding.

"Where are Aelyx and Daenerys?" Viserys asked, his tone filled with concern, but also a trace of tension in his voice.

Before anyone could respond, the doors to the hall opened again. Daemon entered, causing an immediate hush to fall over the guests. All eyes were on him as he strode confidently toward the royal table. He glanced at Laena with a smile before meeting Rhaenyra's gaze and then looking toward Viserys.

Viserys waved his hand in a gesture to have Daemon seated. "Get the man a chair," he muttered, barely containing his frustration. Daemon sat down, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned back, seemingly unbothered by the tension in the air.

As soon as daemon sat down gerold royce voiced his concerns regarding the death of rhea but they will quickly shot down

"Prince Aelyx Targaryen and Princess Daenerys Targaryen of House Targaryen."

The room's attention immediately shifted to Aelyx and Daenerys as they entered, walking with confidence and purpose. They were dressed in white with red patterns, a subtle but unmistakable statement that they were not afraid to spill blood if needed. The pair made their way toward the table and took their seats beside Alicent. Daenerys sat directly across from alicent

Viserys stood, raising his cup in a solemn gesture. "To the union of our houses and the prosperity of the realm," he declared, beginning the feast.

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Daenerys' POV

I surveyed the room, watching the prominent lords bow their heads in deference to the Targaryens. This is how it should be, I thought to myself. The Targaryens must remain in power.

My gaze fell upon Alicent, seated beside me, and for reasons I couldn't explain, a surge of anger flared within me. I couldn't keep it in any longer.

"Calm down, it's not the time," Aelyx's voice echoed in my mind. I took a deep breath, pushing my emotions aside as I composed myself.

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The wedding celebration continued, with Laenor taking to the floor to dance with Rhaenyra. Joffrey and Criston Cole, seated nearby, shot glares at the couple.

Joffrey, noticing Criston's gaze lingering on Rhaenyra, walked over to him. Meanwhile, Jason Lannister approached Daenerys, offering a dance.

"No, thank you, Sir. I am perfectly content here with Aelyx," Daenerys declared loudly, ensuring everyone heard.

Aelyx smirked at her boldness.

"You should not disrespect someone like that. A single dance does no harm," Alicent advised, her voice calm but laced with disapproval.

"Asking a child—one a fraction of your age—for a dance, and that too in front of her betrothed? What else could we expect from you, Queen?" Daenerys scoffed, her voice cutting through the tense silence.

Viserys raised his brows in surprise but sighed in resignation. Alicent couldn't refute Daenerys' words—after all, she was only nine years old.

The wedding continued, but the tension remained palpable. Viserys' gaze lingered on Daemon and Rhaenyra, but before he could take action, a scream pierced the air. The wedding hall fell into chaos as Criston Cole had killed Joffrey. Laenor rushed to his side, tears streaming down his face as he wept over the body of his former lover.

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Aelyx's POV

It had begun… The tragedy, the division, the pain. I could feel my father's immense sadness, and his heartache as he watched what was meant to be a celebration of unity turn into an exhibition of the fractures within our family. Daemon, Rhaenyra, Criston, Alicent—each one of them playing their part in the unraveling of what could have been a moment of strength.

The public wedding was abruptly canceled, and the weight of the moment pressed heavily on us all.

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The room had gone empty all the guests that were not family had left...

Rhaenyra and Laenor exchanged vows, though Laenor was visibly shaken, his tears still fresh from the tragedy. King Viserys, exhausted and broken, slumped forward, coughing blood onto the floor.

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POV Ends

King Viserys collapsed as soon as the wedding was over..Daemon, Rhaenys, and I were the first to rush to his side. He was quickly carried to his chambers, but it was clear that something had irrevocably changed within him. His once powerful presence seemed diminished, and I feared we might be losing him.

Daenerys and I decided to stay in King's Landing a little longer, though I wasn't sure how long our stay would last.

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Author's note

I will not be blindly following the time line of house of the dragons there will be changes and effects of those changes.

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