I am a Dragon

He admits that his reaction was not the best, all things considered but it was not the worst. When the hood came down he was frozen, that was the most beautiful child he had ever seen. She had the blood of the dragon that was clear, but all members of his family were accounted for, as well as the dragon seeds. He supposed she could be a Velaryon or a Celtigar bastard but that was extremely unlikely. The Velaryon's had dark skin and the face was too soft for a Celtigar and while she could have a defect from birth that set her apart the monster infants were a thing that only happened in the Targaryen house. The dragon blood too strong in some of them, born with wings and scales and tails but still impossibly beautiful. She was not monstrous in appearance far from it, but it was clear that se was a monster child, the dragon blood a little too strong in her, just like his brother, just like his mother. A shiver ran down his spine when the thought that this child was his brother's entered his mind, but no, the child looked around 8 years old and his brother didn't begin to frequent the brothels with consistency until after his marriage, before then too focused on becoming a knight and obtaining Dark Sister.

She had dual coloured eyes just like his mother, the child was a Targaryen, but whose was she? He didn't have any bastards, rarely when he visited a whore she made sure that no child will grow in their womb, his brother was already excluded from his thoughts. That left his uncle Aemon but he was long dead and was happily married, his uncle Vaegon that was a maester, and while not all maesters are faithful to their vows, his uncle had a particular distaste for intimate acts and children same with his aunt Rhaella who was a septa. She could have been Saera's bastard but her children were all in Essos and accounted for. Rhaenys barely managed to give birth to Laena and Laenor and a pregnancy would have been hard to hide. Aemma was excluded as well for obvious reasons. And while the thought was crass even in his own mind the Old King was well past his child fathering years before he died. So the question remained, from where exactly did a Targaryen bastard came from?

Viserys exchange with the child left his head spinning. She was here to help them? Her? A child of barely one and ten? And Oh Gods had Aemma been this little when they married? He chased away that thought as soon as it came. He didn't want to think about that. The situation and her little remarks made him laugh if a little unhinged. But oh how beautifully the dragon in her reared its head. Barred teeth and tears glittering in her eyes she threw blow after blow, gruesome scene after another. The dragon in him purred at the show of strength. And then she left. She simply left him standing there staring at the space she previously occupied, with his mind in shambles, his heart beating fast and his dragon unsatisfied with a brief fight that he didn't even had time to process.

"This really happened?" Asked his Lord Commander snapping from his reverie.

"Yes, run after her. Find her and brig her back, I need answers. And if anybody stops you and ask, this never happened." He replied and Westerling was already out the door in his search for the little dragon.

He took the message she first gave him and began to study it anew. The letter began simply with the words "I am a Dragon" and that was one of the truest things he knew. It was a fact and it was stated like a fact. The sky was blue, the grass was green and the girl was a Dragon. The rest was what left him thinking, she knew Aegon's dream or at least she knew about it, and the things she said about his family made him this that she was a dreamer or had been in contact with one. That was hard to believe, dreamers were rare and even though he believed himself to be a dreamer he, Aegon and even Daenys had only one dream that was a vision. The things the girl talked about would have been the results of multiple dreams of multiple events so Viserys shelved that thought and put the words of the child in the active imagination category, a morbid one for sure but an active imagination nonetheless.

He didn't know how much time he spent there at his desk with the letter between his fingers but the night was slowly coming when the Lord Commander came back emptied handed saying they the child is gone. The King dismissed him and heard him mumbling about disappearing Targaryens and how it's happening again.

***

The answer came to Viserys in his sleep, and he awoke form his dream with labored breaths. The letter and the child still plagued him even now after more than a year. He hurried from his bed to his the desk in the other room and took the letter between his fingers again. Baelon's sigil glaring mockingly at him. That was it. His father. Baelon was the child's father, she was his little sister, born after his mother died. Baelon didn't even enter Viserys thought when he was eliminating family members from his mental list. The love his father had for his mother was all consuming just like his for Aemma or Rhaenys for Corlys. It was inconceivable in his mind that his father in his grief could seek the embrace of another woman. But then here he was, having a little sister with too much dragon blood in her that disappeared from the face of the earth. What was it with little siblings and disappearing acts?

The child form Aemma's belly from when he met the girl long gone. Another failed pregnancy that left him with a sour taste in his mouth. They were expecting another babe now. One that all the maesters said it was healthy, his wife always excited about his little kicks. This was it, a healthy babe, a kicking one, a male heir finally. The tournament he was throwing in his honor was approaching just like the babe himself but just like with the last one in his mind began to grow the creature of doubt. The girls warnings swimming in his ears. He was fearful, he doubled the guards for his Aemma, he barred his brother from fighting on the back of his dragon, the two of them still gave him strange looks every once in a while because of it, but he was adamant. Thankfully he didn't have to worry about his daughter just yet the girl said that she was burned in front of her son and his daughter was only 8 years old.

***

The time after his revelation passed quickly and the day of the tournament arrived and Aemma's labor began.
Nothing was particularly excited about the tournament in it's self. The knights lowborn and highborn alike were participating for a little bit of glory and of course his brother was there for the bloodshed. The messenger came from nowhere with news that something was wrong with Aemma's labor. Viserys heart plunged into his stomach. He left hurriedly the stands straight to Aemma's birthing chambers. When he arrived she was already in an awful state. The smell of blood was pungent in the air of the room and it was like he was thrown back in time when his mother tried giving birth to his second brother. He willed the memory away.

The maester put him in an impossible situation. Save the baby or the mother, even though by the look on everyone's faces the decision was already taken. The midwifes and the maids were resigned like they knew his decision before opening his mouth. The same with the maester who was preparing his instruments while he pondered his decision. Viserys fell to his knees at the side of Aemma's bed, taking her hand in his and begged for forgiveness. He gave the maester his consent and closed his eyes. His wife began to scream and beg and plead with him and the gods. Screaming that she didn't want to die.

The screaming stopped. All sounds stoped and the sound he sacrificed Aemma for didn't penetrate the silence of the room. He opened his eyes then and looked around the room. The maester were examining the quiet babe and a whizzing sound was heard from the infants chest. The babe came out wrong. One of the maids put the babe in his arms and he looked with blank eyes at him. The child, Baelon, was not a monster child, no, but that didn't mean that it didn't came out wrong. His lungs are too small the maester said but there was a chance that he will survive. Viserys knew he wouldn't, the Girl didn't said anything about his son when he spoke with her about the horrors his family would endure because the babe didn't exist in her visions. Baelon was barely a blip not worth mentioning, his life too short.

He took his eyes of Baelon and looked as his wife. He collapsed into a chair, his son still in his arms while he started at the bed and the woman in it. Cut from navel to breast the Girl said, and so it is. His wife, his Aemma, the love of his life, was starring at the celling with dead eyes, moth still open in a silent scream, belly open and limbs at awkward angels from where she struggled.

That's how his brother, Daemon found him some time later. Staring at his cut up wife with a dying babe in his arms. Daemon didn't say anything for some time. His eyes were firmly planted on the floor like it was blasphemy to lift up his eyes and look at the destroyed family.

"Viserys... Let's get you out of this room. They need to prepare the bod... Aemma and the babe needs to feed." Said Daemon as he was slowly approaching him.

He was treating Viserys like he was a wild animal ready to strike. It wasn't far from the truth. He would have probably reacted badly at anyone approaching if he had any fight left in him. His brother took the babe from his arms carefully and gave him to a wet nurse that was waiting outside the door the took him by the shoulders and steered him in the direction of his chambers. When they arrived he put Viserys on a chair and handed him a glass of wine.

"Find Westerling and bring him here." It was all Viserys said to his brother, voice scratching his throat and cracking slightly.

Daemon didn't ask any questions and left to find the Commander and soon enough both were entering his rooms. He gestured to the chairs around him and they sat down in silence waiting for Viserys to speak.

"The Girl was right and I didn't listen." He said and saw the comprehension in the Commanders eyes.

"What girl?" His brother asked confused at the turn the conversation has taken.

"Almost 2 years ago, a girl came when I was listening to petitions. Her head covered with a letter in her hands." He get up slowly from his seat and retrieved the letter for his brother.

He read it quickly, and then his eyes found the sigil. Viserys knew his mind stopped working just like his when he first saw the sigil and the words.

"When I saw the message and the sigil I quickly brought her and the Lord Commander to my chambers. She unveiled her head and told us that she is here to help, because the family was in danger." He continued.

"I didn't believe her then, started laughing, a girl not even one and ten that looked even younger to help us, a family of dragon riders." His brother was still quiet disbelief written all over his face.

"It is true." The Commander said. "She was a small thing, beautiful and sharp. In the throne room she didn't said a thing before his Grace started paing attention to her."

"Yes, a little dragon that one." He said bitterly. " I laughed then at her, and even in her anger she warned me. Do not say I didn't warned you when your wife is cut from naval to breast.she said. I didn't listen then. Life goes on and the warning is still ringing in my ears" he continued.

He saw Westerling's face when he omitted the rest of the girls prophecy. No need to alarm his brother just yet.

"The questions of where this little dragon came from was rattling in my head. Then a year later it came to me..."

"Baelon" said Daemon with a certainty that surprise Viserys. " Our father had fathered a bastard."

"Yes" Viserys replayed and he could see the surprise and understanding all over the Commander's face. "Not only he had another child, but he hid said child even from us. Now I understand why. A dreamer would be a powerful tool in wrong hands and her life in constant danger if it was known."

"Are you certain she is a dreamer Viserys?" Daemon asked

"Yes" he replied. " I didn't truly believe until today, but her prophecy came true. I want her found. The two of you will do exactly that. Start from this city after the funeral and go to every kingdom until you find her."

"Viserys this is madness, I do not know what she even looks like."

" That's why I am sending the Lord Commander with you. And do not worry when you will see her you will know."

"It will be done, my King." Replied Westerling and got up of his chair and with Daemon left the room leaving him with his grief.