Song of chapter: family line by Conan Gray
"I can run by I can't hide from my family line"
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"Husband. What brings you too the Vale? Or have you at last come to meet your child?" Lady Rhae Royce asks, staring accusingly at her husband. Earning just a blank and disbelieving stare from him, she then realized a unsurprising truth.

Daemon Targaryn does not know he has a child.

He did not even know the babe was in her womb for over 8 moons.

What a wonderfull Lord husband.

"No worries, she's just barely a moon old. Maybe if you meet her now, she will know who you are in a few years." She replies, knowing the man would not put effort into her daughter. "Or perhaps your brother has at last had his fill of your company. Cast you aside in favor of a little girl."

The Targaryan still says nothing and instead advances towards the mare she is sat on. The horse and the rider both display their distrust towards the man, as the animal backs away from him.

"What will you do now? Will you strike the child down? Or?" Lady Rhae's words seem to be caught in his throat once she realizes his plan. He was going to kill her to marry the princess.

But just as she goes to grab her bow, her husband pushes the horse as it rises onto two legs. The large animal falls onto the woman, leaving her unable to move anything but her head. Daemon walks closer to her, ignoring the horse that has finally managed to stand up and make its escape. His wife layed in front of him struggling to breath and holding in a sob.

But the cry finally escaped from her throat, not from the unbearing pain her husband was causing as he stepped on her broken arm. But from the thought of her only daughter being left alone. The beautiful baby girl currently hidden away in her cot. The beautiful blonde girl who's first moon was celebrated only a few nights ago. Lady Rhae was leaving her only child in a cold world, with an even colder father. But in that moment she knew her house would never except her killer's daughter. And the Vale would never except a Targaryan.

So the only place for her little girl was where a Targaryan princess, like herself, should be. The Red Keep.

"She's in the far left tower..." the woman wheezes as the man starts walking away, "maybe you could find it on your... stone, cold heart to finally..."

But her words died down along with her soul. She never got to finish her sentence and she never got to see her daughter grow up.

Daemon climbed the last step in the tower, when the shock hit him. This sudden feeling was caused by the crying of a babe.

No one was near to comfort the child. If it really were his child, he would want her to be cared for every hour of the day. Clearly this was no place for a Targaryan royal, not that he was sure the babe was one.

But the second the door opened, he could feel it. All Targaryans had it, the aura of power and fire surrounding them. Even when they were this young. And every doubt of the child not being his disappeared when he saw her. It was shockingly obvious. Although she had much more tan skin like her mother the white tuffs of hair might of given it away, but the eyes really sold it. They were not as bright as Daemon's only small hints of violet in between the silver, but they were still Targaryan. Even if he had not come here and seen the babe for himself, he most likely still would have found out.

A Targaryan prince or princess can only be hidden for so long.

And that was exactly what she was. It now made sense to him why she was locked up in a tower with no one around. News of her birth would have spread far and wide. Daemon was just glad he found out so early, the kingdom could still celebrate because of her birth.

The first born of the Rogue Prince, Daemon Targaryen. A Targaryen princess of the seven Realms and all of Westeros.

Alyssane Targaryen.

episode 5:
We light the way

Daemon Targaryen sat at the end of the royal table, that held both House Targaryen and House Valearyon. He watched over all the people celebrating the union between his niece and the boy from Driftmark. But his attention was drawn to Alicent Hightower talking to her family from Oldtower. He needed to speak with her when she returned to their table.

"In the Vale, men are made to answer for their crimes." Daemon turned his attention to the voice that interrupted his thoughts, "Even Targaryens."

"Who are you?" He asks not interested in giving mock sympathy, he already knew who the man was. "Ser Gerold Royce of Runestone." The man answered as if the title would suprise or intimidate him. "And?" The prince stares him down. "I am cousin to your late Lady wife," Ser Gerold continues as he makes his way up the steps. "Yes. Terrible things. I'm positively bereft. Such a tragic accident." The prince mocks, glancing at his brother who was watching the interaction intently.

"You know better than anyone, it was no accident," Ser Gerold bites back through clenched teeth.

"Are you confessing some guilt, Ser Gerold?"

"I am making an accusation."

"In King's Landing, men are made to answer for their slanders." The prince says as he once again looks at his brother, "Even old bronze cunts like you. Truth is, I'm glad you've come. I wish to speak to you about my inheritance."

"What inheritance?" The Runestone Lord asks baffled. Runestone already had its heir.

"Lady Rhea and I had no heirs," he begins, sticking to his oblivios acts, "As her husband, whatever she was due now passes to me. She stood to inherit all of Runestone. Did she not?"

"You know well, Runestone has an heir. As do you." He spits at the man, thinking of his cousin's missing daughter, who coincidentally disappeared the same night her mother was killed.

"I must admit my confusion," the King interrupts the conversation, as he looks between the two men.

"Lady Rhea and Prince Daemon has a daughter, she is only 2 moons old. And she disappeared over a fortnight ago, the same night her mother died," Ser Gerold answers as he looks at the King, returning his gaze to the Rogue Prince at his last sentence, "She is set to inherent Runestone." He seethes at the Prince.

"How will she inherent if she is missing and two moons old?" Daemons smirks. "After my niece's wedding, I plan to fly to the Eyrie and petition Lady Jeyne myself. Perhaps I'll see you there, Ser Gerold."

Glaring at the Prince once last time, the man leaves the royal table returning to his seat.

When Alicent entered her breath hitched in her throat. Her shock was caused by two high-pitched giggles coming from her youngest child's crib. Her mind struggled to grasp the situation.

Just as she was about to make her way to the crib, a voice startled her.

"I meant to talk to you at the celebration, but the situation got quite a bit out of hand, as you know," The girl almost immediately recognized the voice.

"That's Lady Rhae's daughter, well I geuss it is mine too. In the two fortnights we have spent together, I have found myself going into something much worse than Targaryen madness," Deamon continues, chuckling to himself, "the babe does not have a liking towards her own father."

"I do not blame her," Alicent mumbles under her breath.

"But it seems she has already taken a liking to your son," he shoots back smirking.

Alicent the remembered that she was making her way to her babe, before she was interrupted by the prince. Rushing to the crib, she was relieved to see her son unharmed. But her attention was quickly diverted to the babe next to her son.

The young girl was a spitting image of a Targaryen princess.

And Alicent found herself unable to look away from the babe. She had the shockingly bright hair of the Targaryen line. But her eyes were a captivating gray eyes, that looked like the calmer version of a storm.

"I would hate to take her away, since your son already seems so fond of her."

The two babes hands were intervened as they looked up at Alicent with toothless smiles.

"He will make a fine warrior one day, and I might even consider him as suitable suitor for my daughter some day."

"What do you want?" Queen Alicent asks, her voice barely above a whisper, as she stares at the two.

"I want you to take care of her," Daemon finally reveals, causing Alicent's head to snap her head in his direction, staring at the father in disbelieve. "Or would you rather have me do it, and have a mini me running around."

(For the sake of the story Aemond is born right before the wedding)