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She wasn't really part of the company. During the dwarves stay in Rivendell, Gandalf had asked her to secretly watched over them. One of the reasons was because she's probably the best elf when it comes to stealth but the other reasons are unknown. It was best to listen to the old wizard even though he can be annoyingly cryptic.

For whatever excuses, Gandalf had decided to tell or rather expose her himself to the company in Beorn's house. The revelation caused Thorin to be furious at the old wizard. Gandalf however made his stance and words clear that it was for their own good — telling them of the moments that she had saved them from the shadows. She had not minded the hostile behavior, it wasn't like she was fond of dwarves herself.

What she didn't expect was to fall for a certain young dwarf prince named Kili. She had denied it at first, she has only been with them for a certain while — It just can't be, with a dwarf nonetheless. It was then when she realized her heart yearned and ache for him when she saw his interaction with Tauriel. It was no mere look, his gaze and eyes tells her everything she needs to know. She was losing a love that was never hers to began with. He was her exception amongst others, but she wasn't his.

She did not show it, did not complained, did not beg. She stayed silent. Even in her silence, she stayed like a constant presence for him, always there. Her eyes spoke everything that she did not spoke. And Kili was the only fool in the company who did not saw it.

In her elven years, she had never felt much fear as she did in this moment. Kili in the hands of Bolg and Tauriel could do nothing about it. With haste and precise aim, she shot her arrow into Bolg head — Killing him. She had shot with so much power that the arrow pierced deeply into his head. Kili who was now on the ground and unharmed, gasped as he scramble to sit up.

"Kili." She breathed, kneeling to check on him. Her voice so soft, as if the thought that if she hadn't save him on time terrified her. Her eyes snapped up when Tauriel came and embraced Kili, smiling with relief. Y/n's expression fell, she focused on scanning Kili for injuries, when she was satisfied — She exhaled shakily, standing up slowly and took a step back.

"Thank you, Y/n." Kili smiled, a slight shakiness in his voice from the fact that he almost died. Tauriel however, with the keen eyes of an elf — can see her. Her relief smiled faltered slightly, recognizing that look. "Oh, Y/n" She whispered. Y/n adverted her eyes, turning around and walked away hastily. Kili sat there confused, his eyes flickered between her and Tauriel "What's going on?"

Only then when the battle was over, did Tauriel told him. His heart broke slightly for Y/n. Elves only love once in their life, and she was doomed to love him for as long as she lives. "I am sorry, Y/n. It was never my intention to hurt you." He apologized even if it was not his fault.

Rhaenyra has been gone for some time now, to where is the question. Nobody exactly knows — well perhaps Y/n. Even if no one told her, she watches and hears all. She heared what Mysaria had said to Rhaenyra. During her absence, Jacaerys had been the one to take over and led the council.

She felt bored, Rhaenyra had made sure that her and her dragon existence was to be kept a secret in order to have a hidden upper hand on the greens. She could feel Aragon growing restless — Wanting to explore and be free.

Baela had spotted Criston Cole and reported to the council. Y/n was quite surprise Rhaenys had told her to come to the council meeting this time. She kept a straight face at the council words, no surprise here to her that they would undermine Baela's report.

"The reason we even know any of this, is because of Baela's effort." Jacaerys defended "What do we know, my prince?" Lord Bartimos responded "If you ask me it is little and less."

"We know that Cole possesses a host that is growing in strength and that it is a problem." Rhaenys spoke up, crossing her arms.

"Can Daemon hope to meet it with his own in time? If I know the riverlands he is more disentangling ahead of him than the end of a Lyseni orgy." Lord Gormon said, "Have you had word, from your father?" Lord Simon asked Baela. Baela sighed and shook her head "No."

"Ravens were sent to Harenhall seeking news of Daemon's progress with the riverlords. None have as yet returned." Maester Gerardys said, glancing towards Rhaenys. "Just so, an enemy host growing in constitution marches.. somewhere in the vastness of the crown lands. We could perhaps act if we had a host of our own or someone here to lead us." Ser Alfred spoke, clearly hinting at Rhaenyra's absence.

"Mind your tongue, Ser Alfred." Jacaerys warned, Ser Alfred looks at him "Does it speak falsely, my prince?" He retorted. "This council is rudderless."

"I'm doing my best to steer it, Ser Alfred." Rhaenys countered, Ser Alfred stood up — Feeling challenged by her "Why should your voice be any louder than ours, Princess? The Queen did not named you hand. It is her voice and of the king consort that we need to raise alliances and command our vassals. But they are gone." His voice had a hint of frustration.

"The councils seemed to cannot hold their tongue." Y/n snorted earning a glare from Ser Alfred. "And what does a commoner witch like you knows?"

"Do not call her witch." Jacaerys spoke up warningly, narrowing his eyes at Ser Alfred. Y/n stared at Ser Alfred unwaveringly, holding a steady eye contact "Apparently more than you, Ser Alfred. You forget that you are speaking to a crown prince." She tilted her head daringly as if asking him to refute her. "It seems your frustration has made you lose your manners."

"What has become of this council?" Corlys appeared, walking in the room before Ser Alfred could comment anything else. "My Lord." He backed down reluctantly and sat down again. "Our enemy is on the march not to be done in the absence of the Queen but to grouse and claw for power." Corlys said making the entire council silent.

"We do not know the Queen's doings but we must trust that she seeks the same as each of us at this table. An end to this conflict." Rhaenys voiced out.

Jacaerys took over the council again, continuing further discussion on what to do. "We need to send a dragon."

"Where?" Rhaenyra asked, finally making an appearance. Everyone stood up to bow their head in respect. "To support the war that your vassals have been fighting in your absence, your grace." He said it in a matter of fact tone. "Cole's host has grown since riding abroad, he raise the levies of both rosby and stokeworth and with their combined strength sacked duskendale." Rhaenys filled her in.

"Duskendale?" Ser Steffon asked in worry. "The city has fallen. Many darkling men declared for Aegon. Those who refused were put to the sword." Corlys confirmed and explained it to him. "What of my father?" Ser Steffon asked again.

"He kept his oath. Cole took his head for it." Corlys replied, a look of sorrow crossed Ser Steffon face.

"Where have you been? These last days." Jacaerys questioned Rhaenyra "You vanished without so much as a word." Y/n figured he was probably the only one able to get away with this.

"I apologize for my absence and the secrecy. But such was necessary. I went to kings landing." She said, earning a confused look from Jacaerys "To what possible end?" He asked.

"To meet Queen Alicent and sue for peace." She replied "You saw Alicent?" Jacaerys said in disbelief. "Yes, I did." Rhaenyra said — Already expecting this reaction. "You could have been taken or slain!" Jacaerys scowled.

"I inherited 80 years of peace from my father. Before I was to end it, I needed to know that there was no other path." She countered, Jacaerys shook his head incredulously. "And now I do." She finished.

"Only one choice remains to me. Either I win my claim or die." She said with resignation. Jacaerys held his head up "We stand at the ready."

"Cole's victories have only emboldened him. He marches on rook's rest." Rhaenys informed "His host was just hours away Lord Staunton's ravens took-" Rhaenyra cuts off Corlys words "Why Rook's Rest? After Duskendale" She asked wondering why Rook's Rest of all place. "It's but a small coastal keep."

"Because Lord Staunton is a member of this council. And because his castle is small and vulnerable and there for the taking." Ser Alfred explained, Y/n paused at his words, contemplating something.

"We need to send a dragon." Jacaerys urged Rhaenyra making her look up at him, she smirked slightly "There are others that mistaken my caution for weakness. let that be their undoing." She gazed away "I will go." She said making Jacaerys almost rolled his eyes.

"You cannot." He argued "I will not lose dragons to war whilst I hide here in my castle." She argued back. Jacaerys placed his hands on the table "Our allies raise their banners for you, mother."

"Yes, they do." Rhaenyra replied, Jacaerys gave her a look of disbelief, he couldn't believe that she didn't understood "If you die, All is lost." Rhaenyra rolled her eyes. "Send me." He said to which Rhaenyra immediately turned down "No." She lets out a dry chuckle.

'Like mother like son' Y/n deadpan, she could see the obvious similarity. "I will burn Cole's line and withdraw before Kings Landing could even raise the alarm-" Jacaerys tried to convinced her "You lack the experience." Was all Rhaenyra said, Jacaerys pursed his lips, somewhat frustrated.

"You must send me, your grace." Rhaenys stepped forward "Meleys is your second largest dragon and no stranger to battle." the look on Rhaenyra's face made Y/n knew that she wouldn't be able to refuse Rhaenys. "I will meet Cole." Rhaenys said in resolute. Y/n gave her a knowing look.

"And why not me?" She asked, Rhaenys glance at her "Your existence is to be kept secret. Sending you would mean to expose you." Rhaenys replied, daring her to argue. Rhaenyra sighed, contemplating. She looks up at Rhaenys, giving her a look that Rhaenys has her permission.

"I wish to burn everything." Y/n blurted when everyone had left, Jacaerys raised an eyebrow at her "That would be mad but effective." He huffed, still frowning from being turned down to go to the war.

"We'll have our moment." She shrugged, leaving the room.

Y/n footsteps echoed as she walked towards Rhaenys and Meleys. "You know you will die." It wasn't a question but a statement. Rhaenys said nothing to her but gave her a small smile. Y/n exhaled, her eyes flickered to the entrance of the cave before looking back to her. "I bid you good luck. You will be remembered with honor." She bowed her head to Rhaenys. "Farewell, Y/n." Rhaenys said as she mounted Meleys, giving her a final look before taking off.

"They are suspiciously getting closer to Vastia." Y/n muttered to herself.

"She spoke of the song of Ice and Fire." Jacaerys sighed when Y/n walked in. "Those are not just a mere dream." She said, sitting down. "And you know this?" Jacaerys scoffed, running a hand through his hair.

"Different vision but same prophecy." Y/n said nonchalantly, resting her chin on her palm. "It's frustrating, she won't let me do anything." He rolled his eyes.

"And you think she lets me?" She snorted, Jacaerys clicked his tongue "That's different, you have to be kept a secret in order for us to have the upper hand." He sat down with a thud.

"Yes, as I am reminded every time." She said flatly "I do think it does not make a different." She hummed, Jacaerys scoffed at her "Of course. You can see it all." She smirked at his obvious frustration. "The future is certain, that much I know."

Jacaerys glanced at her, wondering something. "And if it changes?" He questioned "What?" Y/n raised an eyebrow to which Jacaerys fully turned his seat to her. "If it changes, what then?" His voice sharp, not backing away.

"What then? Well nothing because it will not change." She shot back without hesitation. She was sure of her words and will stand by it. "You sound sure. Yet I am doubtful despite knowing your strange.. Ability." Jacaerys leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.

His words made her think back of the writings she found on her book. She tapped her fingers on the table, a thoughtful look on her face. Jacaerys tilted his head, knowing he had successfully made her wonder. "Well, if it does change like you said. I'll personally see to it that you are the victory." She finally said.

"I guess I'll just have to trust you then." He said, Y/n leaned back, her eyes locking with his. She had never doubt herself but somehow he made her think twice. This was a strange territory for her and she doesn't know what to think of it.

"What you said before." He started, leaning forward as he gazed at her. "That we're cursed. Do you still stand by that?" He asked. Y/n leaned forward as well, placing her hands on the table "I do. Why?" She leaned her cheek against her palms.

"Nothing. I was simply asking." He said, feigning disinterest. The topic had lingered in his mind for a while, not much was known about the Old Valyria and Y/n does seemed to be knowledgeable about it. Though she sometimes speaks in riddles that confuses him.

A faint smile tugged at her lips "Blood magic itself is a cursed. There's a couple theories of dragons, but one there are two that stood out." She said, Jacaerys listened intently, her words catching his full attention. "One, is that dragons are made of Blood magic, rituals, and were created by mixing Wyvern and Firewyrm. The second is that dragons were connected to the Fourteen Flames, a chain of volcanoes on the Valyrian peninsula. Or originated from Shadow Lands." She explained, laying out the theories of dragons.

"Though none could actually say." She hummed, Jacaerys furrowed his eyebrows as he processed what she had said. "So, no one actually knows?" He repeated. Y/n nodded "Yes. Well, it's probably because it's lost in history or the people of Old Valyria hidden the truth." She shrugged.

"But the Blood Magic part is true? That they were able to bonded with a dragon because of it and that's why we too can?" Jacaerys asked, he couldn't hide his curiousity anymore. Especially now that she had explained it in great detail. "The living proof is in front of you." She said flatly.

"So yes, not just a bond — But also a way to control dragons." She said, playing with her hair. Jacaerys body reacted and without realizing he reached out and brush that hair away from her shoulder. He froze and cleared his throat, pretending it didn't happened. "Interesting. One would wonder how you could knew so much."

"What are you doing?" Jacaerys asked, not bothering to hide the disgust on his face as he watch Y/n. Y/n finished drawing a symbolic circle made from the blood of a goat. The dead goat in the middle of the circle. "Feeding Aragon. He is a big dragon and food may be scarce. This is a way to keep him full." She said nonchalantly.

"People call you a witch. You will fuel further rumors about you being one." He said, despite his disgust he could not help but be curious about it. Y/n paused in thought "Well, perhaps in a way — I am."

Y/n muttered words, he could not hear it but he guessed it was an incantation or spell of sorts. She took out a blade and slice her palm — Staining the dead goat with her blood. She took a step back as the circle lit up for a moment before fading. Jacaerys looked in awe, although the overall process was weird and grotesque he had to admit that it piqued his interest.

Aragon rumbled and lowered his head at the food presented to him. He took a sniff and ate it in a second. "Does he know?" Jacaerys mused, Y/n stared at Aragon for a moment. "I think he does yes, he's rather smart. Though I do not think he cares." Aragon rumbled again, this time like a kitten satisfied of his food. "Sometimes he's like a kitty if anything."

"Calling a dragon kitty?" Jacaerys was amused but he could not refute her words, especially given how Aragon was acting now.

"You want to know how I control dragons?" Her lips curled into a smirk, Jacaerys shot a questioning glance at her. "Let me show you how I control dragons." She said, walking towards Vermax. Jacaerys followed cautiously "It is not wise, Vermax is ill tempered." He warned. Y/n paid no heed to it, watching as Vermax lifted his head — Growling at her and screeching. "Lykirī." Y/n commanded, the command only made Vermax screeched louder at her.

Jacaerys watched as Y/n opened her palm that was still stained with her blood. "Lykirī." She said more firmly and he swore he saw her eyes flashed red for a moment. Vermax eyes focused on her palm as he smelled the blood, to Jacaerys surprised Vermax screeched died down and seemed to relax. "Rȳbās." Y/n commanded. Vermax rumbled softly and lowered his head in submission. Y/n turned to Jacaerys with a smug face, he stepped closer "I've never seen him does that." He side eyed her.

"Initially, this won't work if the dragon had been tied to a rider. But you have not followed the ways of dragon taming of Old Valyria. It makes it easier to do it." She admitted, Jacaerys furrowed his eyebrows "And what does that include?" He asked "Blood ties." She smiled. Jacaerys looked at her and then to Vermax. "Does that mean he'll listen to you now?" Y/n pointed towards the ocean "Dracarys." She commanded and Vermax obeyed as he breathed fire. She patted Jacaerys shoulder once she saw his expression. "Don't worry. This is only temporary." Originally, It was not. But since she had not used any blood spells or ritual to bind or control Vermax — It was indeed temporary. So she had not lied.

"I heard your mother's been accused of murder." She stated flatly, walking just behind Jacaerys as they headed back inside. "Yes. And the council seems to believe it." He scowled.

"They are not entirely wrong. Sometimes people does impulsive things when angry or in grieve." Y/n said making Jacaerys looked at her "So you believe the accusation?" He gazed at her heatedly. She looked back at him unwaveringly. "Of course not. It was not what I was implying." She spoke after a moment of stare off.

"Good." Was all he uttered before walking into the opposite direction. Y/n watched his retreating figure disappeared into the dim lit hallway. She walked towards her chambers before a nagging feeling washed over her — A strange uneased crept in and she found herself turning back to look at a hallway that leads to Rhaenyra's chambers. Without another word, she lets her feet guides her there.

Rhaenyra looked up when she heard the door opened. Elinda had been braiding her hair. "Your grace." Y/n greeted, her hands intertwined in front of her, "Y/n" Rhaenyra greeted back in an almost questioning way.

"Pardon for my.. Sudden intrusion. I would like to help you in getting ready, if that's alright with you, Your grace." Y/n said, her eyes flickering to Elinda. "Elinda has it covered." Rhaenyra replied but Y/n didn't back down.

"I insist, Your grace." Rhaenyra looked at her in confusion, her eyes assessing Y/n's body language and the way she spoke. Sensing that she must have a good reason, Rhaenyra finally nodded "Very well."

Y/n looks around as Elinda helped Rhaenyra settled into bed, She stacked the books neatly on the table. The door opened to reveal Erryk. "Ser Erryk?" Rhaenyra asked, sitting up from her laying position. Erryk suddenly pulled out his sword and Rhaenyra's expression faltered. Y/n rushed towards Rhaenyra and pulled out her blade — Standing in front of her. "Believe me, I have no choice." He said as he strode towards them.

"I don't understand—" Rhaenyra's words was cut off as the real Erryk had barged in. "Brother! Do not do this, I beg you." Erryk pleaded to Arryk, swords pointed at each other. "You were the one who betrayed us, Erryk." Arryk said, they slowly circled each other before Arryk dashed towards Rhaenyra and Y/n. Erryk dashed as well and blocked Arryk attack. The sounds of swords clashing with a sharp clang.

"Run Elinda! Run and find Ser Lorent!" Rhaenyra hastily instructed fear laced in her voice, backing away on her bed to prevent from being hit. Elinda quickly ran and at that moment Rhaenyra grasped Y/n's arm to back her away too. Y/n clutched her blade, her eyes scanning each movement from Erryk and Arryk.

Seeing an opening, Rhaenyra scrambled up from her bed — Pulling Y/n with her. Y/n placed her arm in front of Rhaenyra in a protective manner — Their breaths uneven. Erryk made sure they were behind him. Arryk managed to slice Erryk's leg, bringing him down. Y/n and Rhaenyra made a run for it but fell over to dodge Arryk's sword. A pot breaks as Erryk managed to tripped him.

Y/n winced as she felt the back of her hand being cut by the sharp pieces of the pot and her blade had fallen from her hand. She pulled Rhaenyra towards her, covering Rhaenyra's body with hers.

"Your grace!" Ser Lorent called out, "Ser Lorent!" Rhaenyra shouted back, Ser Lorent quickly came over and pulled Rhaenyra and Y/n up. "With me, Your Grace!" He said as they ran near the other door. Ser Lorent guards them as Rhaenyra attempted to open the door to find it locked. "Which? Which is Erryk?!" Ser Lorent asked, the twin looked so similar that he could not tell which one is which.

Arryk chocked Erryk, "We were born together! You parted us! But I still love you, brother." He shouted in Erryk face. Erryk clutched at the wound on Arryk's leg. Arryk yelled in pained and let go of him, he fell to the ground and reached for his sword. He stood up again to attack but Erryk was faster, plunging his sword forward. The sound of Erryk's heavy breathing could be heard as he cried. He holds Arryk for a moment before letting go and Arryk body fell to the ground — Blood pooling.

The other guards had arrived, witnessing what had happened. Erryk staggered back, his eyes brimmed with tears "Your grace." He breathed "Forgive me." He cried as he stabbed himself with his sword. "No!" Rhaenyra called out in surprise, gaping. Silence filled the room and Rhaenyra held back a cry.

Y/n steadied her own breath, chest heaving. Ser Lorent places his hand on Rhaenyra's arm, guiding her out of the room. He had Y/n and Rhaenyra secured to another place. Rhaenyra slowly sat down, eyes darting in attempt to grasp at what had happened.

After things settled down, Rhaenyra inhaled. The event had left her in shock — She glanced up at Y/n "Thank you." She said before adverting her gaze again. If it had been someone else or a servant, she wasn't sure they would be brave enough to protect her as Y/n did. "you protected me."

"I was only doing what I should have." Y/n simply stated, her breathing even now. Rhaenyra eyes darted towards the cut on the back of her hand, "I'll have the Maester treat your wound."

"No need." Y/n declined, inspecting her wound. "It'll heal." In truth, she is not fond of stitches and she believes that this wound is not too severe to need one. A bandage would suffice.

"Mother!" Jacaerys barged in, having heard of the news after he had been woken up — He immediately ran to find his mother. His breathing ragged, he inspected Rhaenyra who places an assuring hand on his shoulder. "I'm fine." She said. Jacaerys felt his blood boil, concern and anger filled him. Someone had dared to try and harm his mother in her chambers.

Y/n quietly excused herself, figuring that they would need a moment to themselves. Her footsteps echoed quietly and the door click softly when it closed behind her.

As expected, the next day the council immediately pointed out Rhaenyra's vulnerability and urged her to go to war again. Y/n was not there when the meeting took place, but she could guessed. The council after all are filled with predictable men. Rhaenyra's fortunate enough to have Rhaenys who stood by her.

Y/n looked out the window, watching the parting of Rhaena along with Rhaenyra sons. Rhaenyra had send them to the vale to be safe. Frankly, she thought of it to be a good idea. She admires Rhaenyra — somewhat. She was a good mother to her sons and daughters, having welcoming Rhaena and Baela with open arms.

She sat back down to continue to read her book. The library offering her comfort of solitude that she could found here and in her chambers. She was too engrossed that she had not realize that the sun had set, she read books after book. Even after realizing, she had no intention of leaving just yet and instead lit up a candle.

"A reader, I see." Jacaerys voice rang out the library, startling her. Her eyes met Jacaerys before looking back down to her book again "Quite so yes. I am fond of reading. "

Jacaerys approached her, his step measured and he peered down at the book she's reading. "My family's history?" He pointed out, amused. His eyes flickered to her face. She looked up at him, raising an eyebrow "Yes, what of it? I just find your family history fascinating."

Jacaerys shrugged, leaning his weight against the table. "Nothing. What about your family's history? Are they not fascinating enough?" Y/n lips twitched into a small smile "I would argue, but centuries of hiding has made us seem mundane compared to the Targaryens I suppose." Her tone was light and playful, earning a small chuckle from Jacaerys. Somehow he felt himself lowering his guard slowly. Not fully trusting her just yet but he could feel his uncertainty with her leaving.

"Thank you." He suddenly said, Y/n looks at him confused but at the same time she could tell what he meant. "For what?" She asked.

"For protecting my mother." He answered, eyes glancing at the bandaged on her hand. She hummed and shook her head "You would've done the same." Jacaerys tilted his head at her dismissal "Because she is my mother. But she is a stranger to you. You have only known her for a short time and only just sworn to her. It seems you're more loyal than I thought you would be." He admitted his doubts on her. Y/n didn't took it to heart, after all she was indeed a stranger when she had came here. For them to not trust her was understandable.

"Tell me about your house. Isgur was it?" He asked, sitting down on the chair beside Y/n. "Yes." She nodded, caught off guard at his question. She had not thought that he would ask about her house, the thought of sharing the history had never crossed her mind because no one knew of it anyway yet she could not help but indulge him. "After the doom of Old Valyria, My ancestor didn't have the desire to rule. So we resided in a small island.." She began to talk.

Jacaerys eyes flickered over her features as she talked. The candle light illuminated her, casting a soft glow. Her white hair stood out in the dark and he wondered — Has she always been this.. Eerily captivating? Her presence are haunting, mysterious, yet there was a certain allure to it. He shook his head slightly at the thought before focusing back on what she was saying.

"So you're the last of your house because you're the only child?" He asked the obvious, trying to hide the fact that he just found her alluring. She nodded, "Yes." She answered almost slowly, noticing his sudden change of demeanor but from what she do not know. Jacaerys cleared his throat and asked more questions to which Y/n answered — her thoughts on Jacaerys sudden change forgotten.

"Blood magic, does it hurt?" He asked, his voice laced with curiosity. Y/n looked down at her palm, where she always used to draw blood. "You get used to it, though using the magic itself doesn't hurt." She answered, looking back up to him.

"He seems.. Docile." Jacaerys said, standing just a bit further in front of Y/n as she dismounted Aragon. It was strange to him — A dragon of that size seemingly approachable in her presence. Even Vhagar wasn't that docile nor look approachable in Aemond's presence.

"He is not a war dragon." She shrugged, taking off her gloves. Jacaerys walked beside her as his mother requested an audience with her and asked him to be the one to escort her. Y/n noticed he gazed off, almost like he was in a deep contemplation. She didn't point it out — Figuring he would speak about it sooner or later.

"How did you know?" He said suddenly, stopping his walking. He looks at her, eyebrows furrowed slightly. Y/n stopped as well in front of him, turning to him "Know what?" She raised an eyebrow.

"About my brother. My brother's.. death." He said, voice shaky despite his effort to steady it and not let his emotions showed. He had been thinking about it for a while — it had been plaguing his mind and dreams like a nightmare that refuses to leave and it felt so real. The thought that.. everything could've been different. "Answer me. My mother told me about the letter." He demanded and perhaps a hint of desperateness.

"Do you really believe her, mother? That she could do blood magic?" Jacaerys asked Rhaenyra, she sighed and nodded. " I do. And I have a reason why I believed her."

Rhaenyra handed him a letter, it had been received on the day of Lucerys and Jacaerys departure. Jacaerys took it from her, opening the enveloped to read the contents. His eyes scanned the letter and his fingers curled in a grip.

'To Queen Rhaenyra, forgive me for not being formal. But let me get to the point. I request an audience with you, in regards to your new ascension as Queen. Terrible things will happen to you, Rhaenyra. I would rather for you to not lose another. You may give your answer to Inky, the crow. She will remain there until you are ready to give your answer.'

"I should've known. If i had not ignored that letter and replied to her sooner than perhaps.." Rhaenyra trailed off, taking a deep breath. Jacaerys placed down the letter almost seething. Rage boiled within him as he storms out.

"You could've saved him! You had known!" Jacaerys took a step closer to her, glaring at her. His body tense — Restraining himself from grabbing her and demanding more answers.

"There was nothing I could do." Y/n said calmly, she understood where Jacaerys anger came from but the best she could do was give him explanation and tell him the absolute truth.

"YES THERE WAS!" He snapped, hand clenching on the pommel of his sword — an act to ground himself. "You have the biggest dragon in the realm, you predicted Luke's death and yet you did nothing! You could've gone after him!" He stood right in front of Y/n now, his breathing ragged.

Y/n looked at him in the eyes, staying quiet for a moment "He was meant to die. Even if i did saved him, he would've died from other things." Despite her face being unreadable, her voice was soft and steady as she spoke to him. So soft that it was soothing.

He steadied his breathing, fist clenching and unclenching as he calmed himself. His eyes teary as he looks at her. He blinked and exhaled — Turning his face away from her and walk ahead. Avoiding her to see more of what he was feeling. "Come, I would not like to keep my mother waiting."

Without a word she followed him, She offered no words of condolence nor comfort but it was what Jacaerys needed at that moment. For reality to set into him.

Once Y/n arrived, Jacaerys excused himself and closed the door. "He is angry with me." Rhaenyra sighed. Y/n tilted her head in thought. "Angry yes, but perhaps not at you. He is angry with himself and at the situation." She said.

Rhaenyra stared at her before she adverted her gaze to the papers on her desk "Will you tell me if there will be an end to this? A peace?" She asked, her tone somewhat frustrated and desperate. "I need to know." She said, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Y/n inhaled, shifting before she mumbled "I cannot say, but it is possible. The chance are however.. No more than 40%" Her words were truthful in expressing her thought.

Rhaenyra rubbed her temple, the council are urging for her to go to war. To regained what was rightfully hers. Y/n eyes examined her "War is.. Inevitable, your grace. Before peace, there will always be a storm."

"Do what you must. Wait as you need. But it is something that will happen sooner or later." She added, Rhaenyra looked up, taking Y/n's words into account. "If you have anymore visions of sorts, you will come to me immediately. You may leave now." She said.

Y/n bowed before she left. She went to her chambers and opened a book engraved with the symbol of her house. Inside contains the secrets of blood magic and dragons. Her hand flipped through the pages, looking for a certain ritual or explanation. It was silly really — One she had never thought before but there was something that Jacaerys said that made her curious. It was not like his remark pierced to her heart, no it was because at the thought that perhaps she could defy fate itself.

Her hand stopped once she noticed something, her fingers glide over the paper. There it was.

"Set before the birth.

What was written in ones being could be unwritten.

Threads weave tight, yet may be cut with a blade that dares to hold it."

However there was no instruction or ritual beneath it. All there was were words. Y/n closed the book with a hint of disappointment, the result was underwhelming to say the least.

She walked out, needing fresh air. Her feet had lead her to the beach. As she walked along the beach — Feeling the breeze, she spotted Jacaerys. She stopped just a few feet away from him. The sun was starting to set. The light illuminated his face, casting a soft shadow and glow that revealed the turmoil in his eyes.

"Why?" He asked, voice quiet and hushed. "Why has this happened? My uncle has usurped my mother's throne and by extension my claim as the next heir to the iron throne and my brother is dead." His jaw clenched not taking his eyes off the horizon.

"I do not know." Y/n said truthfully. She didn't know why and how, she wasn't about to sugarcoat it because everyone can sense that a storm will be brewing.

"It was my fault. I had suggested for us to take that mission. I killed him." Jacaerys said shakily, he could feel his heart ache. It hurt because he truly believed that it was his fault. If he had never suggested for them to take on that mission then perhaps Luke would still be alive. The guilt clawed at him and he can feel it eating him alive.

"Do not blame yourself. You hadn't known." Y/n said, looking at him. "You did." He retorted sharply — Almost snapping at her again. He stayed quiet, from his thoughts or from trying to calm himself, she could not tell.

"War will happen soon. Dragons versus dragons and men versus men. My mother wanted peace yet i can tell that is far from achievable." He said, finally looking to Y/n's direction.

Now for this one, she had an answer for it. "Because we are cursed. As long as the blood of Old Valyrian runs through our veins, we will forever be cursed." She said in a low voice at the last sentence. Y/n looks back at him, watching as the breeze blew softly through his curly hair. "Dragons are after all the most dangerous weapon in the realm. We are bound to be thrown into chaos sooner or later."

"Why?" He asked again, this time with resignation in his tone.

"I do not know." She repeated again, this time more softly and more grounding.

"You are angry, that is fine. But do not dwell on it." She looked back at the sea, closing her eyes. "And regardless of what people say of your legitimacy, you must be strong and brave. For the undeniable truth is that the blood of the Targaryen is in your veins."

Jacaerys seemed taken back and he tensed up. He had not expected her to bring up his legitimacy but somehow her words comforted him in a weird way. Her tone wasn't condensing nor did it held judgement in it. She opened her eyes again and turned to him.

"Who are you? Speak your name!" Rhaenyra demanded, Jacaerys stood beside her, his body tense, ready to spring into action should the young woman in front of them try anything to his mother.

"Y/n, your grace." The young woman spoke, the wind blew through her already loose braid hair — Her hair as white as snow, it could indicate that she has the blood of Targaryen or perhaps Velaryon.

Rhaenyra assessed her, taking in every detail "What do you want? Why have you come here?"

Y/n lips curved into a small smile "Ally is what you need, is it not?" She glanced at the dragons behind Rhaenyra and Jacaerys, "I have heard that you are in quite the predicament."

Rhaenyra was starting to get intrigued and somewhat annoyed by her cryptic response, she spoke like she had knew and seen every outcome of the future "You are suggesting that you want to ally with us?"

"I think it was quite obvious, your grace." She said, she did not seem scared nor intimidated by their presence nor by the dragons. In fact she did not seemed like she was scared of anything seeing as she had been the one to somehow send letters requesting Rhaenyra's presence.

As Y/n took a step closer, Jacaerys narrowed his eyes at her and unsheathed his sword, the dragons behind him growled at her. Rhaenyra raised her hand, gesturing for him to lower his sword — Staring cautiously at Y/n "And what could you possibly offer?" She asked.

"Dragons and more." Y/n answered, her head held high — Confident with herself and her words. A look of surprise crossed both Jacaerys and Rhaenyra's face though it was quickly replaced with skepticism "And where is your dragon?" Jacaerys raised an eyebrow.

As if on cue a dragon roared, its shadow loomed overhead. The ground shook when the dragon descended — The dragon one would dare say as big as Balerion The Black Dread. Its scales were dark blue, navy even. Its wings mighty and big — Eyes so piercing it could make anyone tremble with a look.

Jacaerys tugged his mother arm to back away, he moves to stand in front of her as they stared at it in shocked and fear — Their hearts beating fast. The dragons head lowered in the face of the larger dragon but they didn't back away — Still ready to defend their riders.

"His name is Aragon. He's friendly." Y/n said, Jacaerys was unsure if her tone was meant to assure them or gloat at the dragon she has.

"Why would you offer yourself? What do you wish in exchange?" Rhaenyra asked, her eyes flickered between Aragon and Y/n. She - no everyone had thought that the largest dragon, Balerion was dead but standing in front of her was a dragon just as big — She would be lying if the thought that a person with such dragon wants to ally with her didn't make her hope.

"A reason that is not of importance to you." Y/n said, Rhaenyra eyes narrowed at her — Mulling at her words, if she is loyal this could change the course of everything yet if she is not — All will be lost.

"How do we know we can trust you?" Jacaerys had been the one to spoke up, still guarded and uncertain by her. Y/n paused before smiling again "I suppose you just have to trust my word."

Rhaenyra took a step closer, Jacaerys tugged her back — his gaze filled with a hint of protectiveness and worry. Rhaenyra places her hand over his, giving him an assuring look before gently shrugging his hand off. Jacaerys reluctantly let her go — He still hasn't lowered his guard just in case. Rhaenyra looks at Y/n straight in the eyes, uncertain but determined and fearless "Will you swore to me?" She asked, her tone firm.

"You have my word, your grace." Y/n swore, Rhaenyra searched her eyes for deception and dishonesty but she was hard to read — Almost undreadable. She knew she will have to make a decision "Very well. I welcome you, Y/n." Rhaenyra finally said.

Jacaerys breath hitched, jaw clenching "Are you sure about this, mother?" He asked when Rhaenyra returned to his side, voicing his uncertainty. Rhaenyra exhaled "I'm afraid this is the only choice and chance we have. We'll have to risk it."

After Y/n had been given a room, she was introduced to Daemon who was clearly in displeased "How have you obtained such dragon?" He asked.

"Aragon hatched when I was a girl, we share a strong bond." She replied, eyeing everyone in the room who seemed ready to fight her "I assume this is an interrogation?"

"If you see it that way, yes." Jacaerys said bluntly, earning a look from Rhaenyra "We merely want to know more about you." She said before adding "Your ancestors, any Targaryen?"

"No." Y/n replied, Rhaenyra paused at her words but before anyone could speak, Y/n added "But I do have the blood of Old Valyrian, just like you." Everyone turned confused at her words.

"Pray to tell what that you mean by that?" Daemon raised an eyebrow, his tone almost demanding.

"I am of the last of house Isgur. Like you Targaryens — My house is the surviving house from the doom of Old Valyria." She said with a matter of fact tone. She doesn't seem to come off as overly proud but there was just something about the way she said it.

"Do not mess with us." Jacaerys said, clearly not believing her — He had learn many things and had never heard of another house surviving the doom of Old Valyria. "If what you are saying is true, we would have known by now."

"We have gone into hiding. Unless you have any other explanations on why i have such dragon?" Y/n said, her tone challenging him to retort.

"If he had hatched when you were just a girl, how did he get so big?" Daemon chimed in, his brows raised a little.

"I should be the one to ask why your dragons are so.. small. Though standing here in front of all of you — I know the reason now." She said nonchalantly, but amused. Daemon eyes twitched, clearly annoyed by her.

"You're quite arrogant." He simply said, Y/n hummed — smiling slightly "Confident is the word i would use. I chose Aragon, which is why I'm quite confident in my abilities." She proclaimed.

"Chose Aragon? We don't choose dragons, dragons choose us." Daemon scoffed, finding amusement in her words. Rhaenyra shot him a look when he chuckled.

"No. Dragons choose you. I choose dragons, I control dragons while you're merely someone they bonded with." Y/n said boldly, her face neutral but her lips curved into a small smirk when Daemon and Jacaerys took a step closer out of annoyance. Rhaenyra cleared her throat, stopping them.

"The idea that we control dragons, is an illusion." Jacaerys said pointedly, repeating what his mother had once told him. While dragons serve and listens to them — They are still a being of feelings and mind. They could rebel whether from their instincts or mind. "They are not a pet."

"For you." Y/n replied, "They are not a pet yes, they have a mind and feelings of their own. But i control what Aragon does by the end. He obeys and listens." She didn't back down from Jacaerys piercing gaze and sharp tone.

"How would you do that exactly?" Rhaenyra spoke up, raising her brows in daring.

"You Targaryens preach about you having the blood of Old Valyrian yet you have no clue whatsoever of your ancestors." Y/n said in a way that's almost as if she was mocking them and perhaps in a way she was. She steps closer to them.

"Do you know why you can bond with a dragon? Do you know the heinous things our ancestors did to achieve it?." She stopped and stood in front of Jacaerys who glared at — his eyes unyielding. "Do you truly know what it is to have the Blood of the Dragon, the blood of Old Valyrian?" She said in a low hushed tone, tilting her head.