Strong Lady and Dragon Heir
Pairing: Baelor Targaryen x OC/Fem
Lady Darcella Strong, of House Strong. The rightful heir to Harrenhal, though whispers of her bastard brother taking the castle. ✧
Author’s Notes: For the first couple of chapters there will no Baelor and most of the story will be about Darcella and how she gets to marry Baelor but I will be writing up to Ashford Tourney. Pictures that are up are not owned by me, I found them Pinterest and they will be used to dictate what she wears in the beginning.
Chapter 1
The sunlight crept through the glass stain window lighting the room up. “M’lady, you must wake up, there is news on this morrow" a maid said while shaking Darcella up. “Alright alright I’m roused” Darcella speaks with sleep still stuck in her throat “Now speak of the matter that cause for me to rise at this godforsaken hour?”.
“I have no clue, M’lady. I was only told to dress you and tell you to come downstairs." The maid quickly rushed to help her change out of her nightgown into a white gown layered under a shimmering, pewter-toned brocade kaftan with a gold necklace adorned with deep amber gemstones.
As she emerged from her chamber, Darcella spots her sworn sword, Ser Benjen of Moontown, awaiting her presence. "Ser Benjen," Darcella announces, "Pray, tell, have you any idea as to why Lady Royce would summon me at this ungodly hour?" "I do not, my lady," Ser Benjen replied, "I doubt they would confide such matters in me." "Well, let us find out what news they bear,“ she declared, "Lord Edric, what brings you here?".
"Is there sin in seeking my betrothal?" Lord Edric Royce, second son of House Royce, asks. "No, Edric, yet do you hold any knowledge of why your lady mother summons me?" "I don’t know; she has revealed nothing other than we must prepare for a long journey," Edric replies, his brow furrowed. Darcella looks upon Ser Benjen, then back to Edric, "Does this mean her Ladyship has finally granted our union? She has ever held me in disdain."
“No, my lady mother merely—” Edric’s words are interrupted by Darcella’s laughter. “Pray, finish your thought, so that I might fetch a branch to poke you, as we did in our childhood."
"No, I beg you, do not… and you are right, my lady mother holds you in low regard, yet let us discover her intent for us," Edric answered, yielding to defeat. Darcella gave a solemn nod as they turned toward the stairwell. As they traveled through the halls, murmurs trailed them. "I marvel yet that Lord Edric shall take her as his wife… she possesses the face and body, not to mention the largest castle in the realm, but she is her father's daughter. And you know well her father stood close to Aegon the Unworthy."
"Pay them no mind, Darcy," Lord Edric reminded her. "They live for toil and gossip; their venom shall fade as swiftly as it rose." "But the whispers never cease!" Darcella cried. "My lineage has been slandered since before my first breath… lords and smallfolk alike tell of my mother's failings, of my father's bastards, and some even claim I am no true blood of his." Edric bowed his head, placing a steady hand upon her shoulder.
"Darcella, do you fear the baseborn son shall usurp your seat? They are nothing but bastards, and there is whispers that they bear no trace of your father’s blood, though he claims them so."
"Tis all it takes… mere words have sparked wars and quarrel. Look to the fate of Rhaenyra Targaryen; her father named her heir, yet the realm refused her crown. Even four years past, Aegon the Unworthy granted legitimacy to his bastards, and one sought to sit upon the Iron Throne…" Lord Edric offered no reply, yet continued walking. He turned to Ser Benjen, his eyes heavy with concern.
After long minutes of silence, Darcella broke the silence: “Don’t speak of my brothers as bastards… though they might be no claim of my father, they are of my blood. I know they don’t crave the cursed castle; thus, the inheritance is mine alone… and the line of my house shall end with me.”
Upon reaching the solar of Lady Royce, Darcella turned to Ser Benjen, motioning him to keep guard outside the door. Edric and Darcella entered as one, her hand resting upon his forearm. "At last, my sweet boy, you have kept me waiting past all patience," Lady Royce spoke with joy. Seemingly, Lady Royce's eyes winded in a mask of shock to see Darcella. "Lady Strong," and "Lady Royce," the ladies replied, bowing low. "My Lady, what news have arrived to us at this hour of the eel?"
"Word has reached me and my lord husband that House Royce is summoned to a wedding… and a letter for you, Lady Strong. It appears the lords are well aware of your presence here at Runestone," Lady Royce uttered, her voice laced with venom as she handed the letter that seem to be tampered with. "I have merely been in writing to my dear friend, the young Lady Lannister," Dracella replied, her tone dripping with fake innocence.
Darcella opens the letter, a smirk tugs at her lips as she addresses Lady Royce "It seems, Lady Royce, that I too am invited to the union of Lord Westerling and Lady Karkstark. Do you recall, my lady, that it was I who arranged that match?"
"Indeed, I recall; it earned you the title, 'The Love Contractor.' Regardless, preparations must begin. My son… and Lady Strong, prepare your baggage, for we depart in two days' time," Lady Royce commanded.
Author’s Notes: Did not know Tumblr can fix my punctuation or maybe it's my computer? Far as I know, none of this is AI, this plot is created by me.
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