Chapitre 5: Chapter 5
YEAR 266 AC
Queen Rhaella announced her pregnancy six months ago, and Daemon and Rhaegar haven't left her side since the brothers would take turns walking with her up and down the stairs and all over the Red keep. In the beginning, Rhaella tried to persuade her sons to go back to their lessons, but Daemon was adamant on staying by her side through it all, so she reluctantly let them.
The measter informed her of the daughter she would have. She was elated, she had always wanted a daughter to raise and teach them all the things she was taught. When the time came for her battle on the birthing bed, she almost lost both her life and her newborn daughter but towards the end of the delivery, she was bleeding badly and her baby was having trouble breathing but the door was busted open and in came her precious son, Daemon.
Her son was quite large, larger than anyone his age and most eight-year-olds, despite being four years old. So, when he came in, he was barreling through, looking a bit angered by the Grand measter Pycelle, who was adamant that her son leave, but her son simply grabbed the grey, sunken cunt by his robes and flung him to the side. The two kings' guards simply stepped in and held the door; she had questions on why the kings guard simply let her son through but never asked. Her son kneeled before her and outstretched his hands touching her and his sister and whispered 'heal'. A white glow emitted from his hands, and she could only look on in shock at the display of magic. She had come to terms with the fact that her son was able to make Valyrian steel weapons and armor, it was the talk of the realm.
After that day, when her son revealed his abilities, word spread fast throughout the kingdoms and beyond, Lords from all over and across the narrow sea had tried to negotiate and some wives even wrote to her on their husband's behalf and tried to convince her son to make them one. But Daemon told his father, who held court and made the announcement, that he would hold a tourney in seven years' time to discuss the possible deals to be made for the purchase of a weapon from her son.
Her friend Lady Joanna Lannister had written to her, thanking her for the sword, that brought a smile to her husband's face and wishing her to meet her newborn twins, which she replied she would visit after her pregnancy. She was brought out of her thoughts when the white glow stopped and she felt good as new, She looked down to see her newborn daughter with her silvery gold hair squirming to be fed. She looked up at her son and saw him giving his new sister a smile. 'Her son can heal injuries, they will come for him, to claw at bits of him and to utter sweet words to gain his favor' she feared for her son, The light shined brightly on her family because they were Targaryen's but now the light will shine the brightest on her son, who is coming up with ideas she could not fathom to think of and the sudden improvement of kings landing by the minute and the magical abilities he had displayed.
She had feared Rhaegar would resent his little brother, but she was poorly mistaken when her oldest simply beamed and shouted around the red keep, that his brother was blessed.
She had noticed the look in his eyes when he gazed at Daemon, It was no mistake; it was lust and possessiveness, She had seen that look many times before in different people but none more than Aerys towards Joanna, but since Daemon presented the swords to his father, there has been no mutter of the Lioness of the Rock. She would have to talk with her son or at the very least curb his....outlooks on his brother.
"PRINCE DAEMON CAN HEAL WOUNDS; HE IS TRULY BLESSED BY THE SEVEN!" shouted Pycelle, who was slow to get up. Her husband, who was standing by the door, witnessed the miracle, stood with his eyes widening. It took him a moment before he shook from his shock and walked to her to see his new child. "We will discuss this later, my son, Return with Ser Barristan and continue your studies with your brother." He gave his son a smile. Her son gave her a kiss on the cheek, kissed her newborn sister's head and left, flanked by Ser Barristan.
"The realm will try to sink their claws into our son, but the boy is a genius and I trust he knows best, his and Rhaegar's bond is unbreakable, Now let us meet our daughter, princess Visenya of House Targaryen," he announced as he cooed at their daughter.
Rhaegar and his brother had spent the last couple of days making funny faces and cooing at their newborn sister. His father informed him of the people who would seek to befriend his brother to use his gifts, and he had promised to not let anyone whom he and Daemon deemed unworthy of his brother's friendship.
He had a love for books and music but was not interested in swordplay, but his brother relished combat and the idea of wielding his Warhammer one day, only driving him further and he dragged him along to see the men and Kings Guard train. They spent hours simply watching and avoiding the Measters lessons.
He would watch the men train, but more often than not, his eyes would always watch his brother, the smile he wore that would appear even without him meaning to do it while looking on, his high cheekbone, and the dimples that would make him more beautiful. The brightest Amythest eyes would shine as brightly as the sun. His brother was taller than him and would most likely be taller than him from now on, he didn't care, as long as he had a place in his heart, Daemon had a very special place in his, and he would continue to have one and none were worthy of looking upon his brother so blatantly as the servants do, how they smile and wave at his Daemon so carelessly, and the idea of other noble children meeting his brother and being close to him made him sick with anger, not the wolves, or uncle Steffon's kids or the lion twins were worthy of his brother, they would have to earn it.
"Rhaegar, let us go to our lessons and listen to the old man attempt to talk us to death." His brother laughed as they walked to begin their day. He wondered what the years would bring.
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