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The False Dragon - Act I - The Game Begins

‘Maybe you are right’ Elyas said taking the seat beside his sister. ‘But you are wrong if you think that I am about to fault you for wanting some entertainment. I just want you to be careful.’

‘You don’t want me to anger Daemon’ Vaerra countered, her face creasing into a frown. ‘And the least you could do is to have enough decency to be honest with me.’

Elyas sighed. Vaerra was usually a great conversation partner, smart and charming, but whenever she decided to let her temperament lead her all that charm and wit turned into an impenetrable stubbornness.

‘I thought this one goes without saying’ he said, running his fingers through his hair. ‘You know that everything we are, everything we have hinges upon our loyalty Daemon. You cannot risk it on the account of a man you barely know…’

Vaerra smiled above the rim of her goblet, but the look she leveled at him was cold.

‘Don’t take me for a silly little girl, brother’ she said, clicking her nails against the glass.

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Introducing - Of Brothels and Bastards

" Sometimes though, history has a way of surprising us all and bastards and brothels can both become a catalyst of events that changed the story of Westeros forever. At this time we are accounting the tale of a pleasure house known as Seven Delights and bastard siblings Vaerra and Elyas Waters and how they influenced what has later became known as the Dance of Dragons."

- Archmaester Gyldayn, Chronicles of House Targaryen and the History of Westeros

Vaerra Waters (90AC) was born to a Lyseni pleasure girl by an unknown father. She grew up into a beauty, with raven hair and deep violet eyes, suggesting she carried valyrian blood. Except having her maidenhead sold to the highest bidder, she did not follow into the footsteps of her mother, choosing to be a proprietor rather than a harlot. She possessed a wit and intelligence matching her looks and knew well how to use them, easily catching the attention of the Rogue Prince himself.

Elyas Waters (92AC) was born in the same pleasure house as Vaerra and the two had since claimed to be siblings despite not sharing a drop of blood. If one cared to look, the boy carried a resemblance to the would be Hand of the King, Ser Otto Hightower, though such vile rumors were quickly and efficiently squashed. He possessed an intellect even sharper than his claimed sister and proved himself very talented while acting as eyes, ears and hand to Daemon's Targaryen many machinations.

Thank you, @damn-daemon for allowing me to ramble to you!

'And who are the bastards loyal to?'

'Daemon... Themselves... But I am afraid not to you, Princess...'

The Bold Bastard and The False Dragon were monikers given to Elyas and Vaerra Waters by the Greens to mock them, however the two bastards cared little for them. Elyas simply said that they were clearly not wrong and, as some say, took pride in his title. Vaerra on the other hand all but crushed hers when she tamed a dragon for herself and took to the sky upon its back.

Edit: "The False Dragon" fanfiction can be read on AO3

Vaerra Waters - The False Dragon

"But here I am and there you are... Would you dare call me the False Dragon now?"

Vaerra Waters (90AC) was born to a Lyseni pleasure girl by an unknown father. She grew up into a beauty, with raven hair and deep violet eyes, suggesting she carried valyrian blood. Except having her maidenhead sold to the highest bidder, she did not follow into the footsteps of her mother, choosing to be a proprietor rather than a harlot. She possessed a wit and intelligence matching her looks and knew well how to use them, easily catching the attention of the Rogue Prince himself.

She was given the moniker of The False Dragon by Prince Daemon's opponents during the Dance of Dragons, but she was quick to squash it, when she tamed a dragon for herself and took to the sky upon its back.

"The False Dragon" can be read on AO3

The False Dragon - Chapter 1

The Seven Delights

It was all appearances, but she was well used to that at this point. Should they met anywhere else, she would for the most part be completely ignored. Some more stuck up lords would have given her the same treatment they reserved for any whore, whenever they weren’t using them, trying desperately to appear moral and right. A few perhaps, would have actually shown her some respect.

But here she was smiled upon and held in high regard, even though she could clearly see the desire burning in the depths of their eyes. Men coveted what they could not have, but it was not respect that have stopped them.

And she loathed them for it.

The False Dragon - Chapter 4

The Bastard

‘My prince’ he said with a bow. ‘Welcome back.’

Daemon tossed his cloak at the patiently waiting servant, before glancing at Elyas, his expression caught somewhere between a smirk and a scoff.

‘Is there a time when this place isn’t crowded?’ he asked, throwing a disinterested look at the people milling about. ‘One could think this is the only brothel in the city…’

‘Maybe not the only one, but it is a very good brothel’ Elyas replied with a smile, gesturing towards the main hall. ‘If you would, my prince…’

He led Daemon into the main hall. He barely had to look towards the two girls occupying a table in the corner for them to take the hint and take their customers away. A serving girl swiftly replaced the dishes and handed him the pitcher with wine, before making herself scarce as well.

Daemon dropped rather inelegantly on one of the sofas, his eyes scanning the room.

‘She was prettier then you’ he commented, his gaze following the direction the serving girl took, as Elyas filled the goblets with wine.

The False Dragon - Chapter 3

The Tower

‘I disagree’ he said, smiling in return. ‘It was me who interrupted you… but I don’t suppose we yet had the chance to be properly introduced. Ser Clayton Hightower’ he extended his hand towards her.

Vaerra did not particularly enjoy cloaking herself in empty pleasantries, but she knew they were her best weapon. She had no idea what the knight wanted with her right now, but she was well aware of what they needed him for and she could not afford to simply brush him off, because she was not in the mood for the idle chatter.

‘Vaerra Waters.’ she gently deposited her hand into his palm. Expecting maybe a gentle press of fingers, she was caught off guard, when he brought it up and pressed his lips against her knuckles.

Lords did not kiss whores on the hand as if they were noble born ladies they courted. Her smile stayed in place, but beneath it, Vaerra began to wonder, what was the real reason behind Clayton seeking her out. After all, the Seven Delights was not the only luxurious establishment the lords of King’s Landing could indulge in and yet here he was.

Things like that hardly happened by accident.