The start
Rhaenyra walked across the room to the vanity to get a look at herself. Silver Gold hair, purple eyes, pale skin. Hm. Very different. She’d get used to it she guessed. She flicked a hand at the door (since defeating Voldemort the hallows had sunk into her skin, ensuring she’d never lose them or have need for another wand), ensuring it was locked and then popped the trunk off her bracelet, expanded it and pulled the tent out, usually she’d have no issues setting it up normally, but here where she wasn’t familiar with her environment it might be better to be cautious. With a twitch of her fingers the pile of tarp, ropes and poles shifted to become a door that sprung up from the ground and melded itself into the wall by the vanity. Upon pushing the door open she walked immediately to the bathroom, she could definitely tell that this body had been sick what with her hair so oily, and her skin with an icky layer of dried sweat. She quickly showered, washing and drying her body and hair, moisturising, cleaning up her overgrown nails, and then walked out of the tent’s door shrinking it down and attaching it to her bracelet and to sit herself down on the vanity in Rhaenyra’s dressing gown, just in time for her proximity ward go off (she quickly unlocked the door with another flick of her fingers) just in time for a maid to enter, who shrieked at the fact that the princess was no longer a bed or sick it seemed. The maid rushed back out of the room to gather other maids and a maester to check over the princess. Rhaenyra takes the hovering, checking and rechecking with characteristic impatience before banishing the maester so she could dress and ‘go for a ride, I have missed my golden lady’ there was a lot of disagreement about her not having the strength, but Rhaenyra simply raised a hand, stopping the babble and said firmly “I’m going riding, I refuse to not ride for another day.”
Rhaenyra having finally escaped her rooms strode through the keep towards the courtyard so she could go and see her dragon Syrax. The maester continued to follow her, trying to dissuade her from her course. He was ignored.
It took another hour to finally reach the dragon pit. Rhaenyra greeted Syrax like the old friend she was, and then finally, they were in the air, Syrax screeching her joy to the city. They turned east heading out to sea, enjoying the sun and the wind, playing the cloud through her fingers. They were out for hours, until finally they came into land back at the dragon pit. A Kingsguard waiting to bring her back to the keep.
On arriving back, Rhaenyra followed her feet on a remembered path, finding herself facing a woman from her memories with gold silver hair, purple eyes, heavily pregnant and a kind smile. Mother. Rhaenyra’s next thought was that her pregnancy wasn’t going well, Rhaenyra settled herself in beside her mother placing a hand on the pregnant belly. Contentment filling her as she listened to her mothers worried chattering, meanwhile her magic was caressing and healing as it went, there was a lot of work, but she had just gotten this mother and refused to lose her to childbirth. Next she went further to the foetus inside and for being due any day the baby wasn’t in the correct position, so with her magic gently nudged the baby into the correct position for birthing, strengthening, healing and flushing the baby as she went. Unfortunately, so much magic caused her mother to go into labour.
The midwife was called and Rhaenyra positioned herself at her mother’s side, not letting anyone take her away, she continued to use her magic to ease the baby’s way. In doing so, Aemma ended up giving birth to the longed for son, within 15 minutes of her contractions starting. The baby was checked over and passed over to Rhaenyra, while the midwives ensured that Aemma was doing well. Rhaenyra checked over the child herself, slowing the stress of birthing in the little one, before passing the baby over to the perfectly fine for just giving birth Aemma to hold, who was looking quite shocked that it was over so quickly. Just in time for the King and a maester to walk into the room.
Rhaenyra got another shock, seeing her father, the same gold siler hair, purple eyes and…worryingly similar features to her mother, searching her memories she remembered that her parents were cousins, by the families standards not close cousins, but close enough for their ‘standards’. With these thoughts she knew she’d have to keep a close eye on her new brother for any disfigurements or medical issues from the incest.
Over the next couple of weeks leading up to the tournament, Rhaenyra kept a very close eye on her baby brother, because of this she was able to stop three assassination attempts (the assassins were enclosed in the cage on her bracelet until she had time to interrogate them) and also caught a fever just as it started, nipping it quickly in the bud.
On a day when the baby was with her mother and father she entered the what she thought empty throne room only to see someone unexpected sitting on the throne. From her memories came a name that went with that mischievous face. One from teaching her to speak their language High Valyrian, the dragon lore and how to ride a dragon. Her uncle Daemon. From her memories it seemed little Rhaenyra had had a crush on her handsome uncle, but older Rhaenyra who had been Evangeline just felt fondness.
Rhaenyra couldn’t help but roll her eyes at her rebellious uncle, then something he said surprised her. It seemed nobody had told Daemon about his new nephew and although he tried to hide it, Rhaenyra couldn’t help but sympathise with the hurt he felt at finding out that his brother hadn’t messaged him about the new member of the family, one that had pushed him down in the line for the throne. She watched him shake off the hurt and present her with the necklace of Valyrian steel.
Daemon found himself fascinated. Over the week leading up to the tournament Daemon found his attention again and again going to Rhaenyra. When he left Rhaenyra was so young, mischievous and wilful. Somehow while he was gone that cheeky little gremlin was replaced with this elegant unfamiliar creature. She walked with purposeful idleness, as if everyone was below her. Gone were the childish innocent ankle length dresses, replaced with full length heavy black, gold and blue (arryn blue) dresses all with dragon motifs or designs. They were almost threatening. Where before, she would have to make noise to be noticed, now she only had to walk into a room and all eyes would be on her. When she spoke, people paid attention, not because she yelled, or got upset, but because she spoke as if she should be paid attention to. She smile as if she held all the secrets of the world and if you came close she may share them with you. From what he’d head around the keep, this change was very recent with her illness, where before she was always flitting away, now there wasn’t anything in the keep she didn’t know about. He had heard a conversation about the hand of the king and a maester going missing, only out of the corner of his eye, he see Rhaenyra with a small knowing smile on her face.
Daemon was stalking through the hidden passages when he came across Rhaenyra sitting in front of Baelon the dragon’s skull.
“Daemon, I’ve head that you do excellent work with gathering information from resistant sources.” It wasn’t a question, merely a fact “Would you help me with a couple of low lives I caught trying to assassinate my brother” Daemon blinked and thought for a second before with a roguish smile and a bow “Of course, princess, I am at your service” She smiled and turned down the hidden passages to open a door he had never seen before which she opened with a flourish to show four men hanging from their wrists. Three lowlifes and one missing hand of the king.