XI - A Disgusting Duty - Jonothor Targaryen - The Green Dragon

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Chapter 12 : 'The Monster of Dragonstone'

Chapter 13: 'Bastard'

Chapter 14: 'The Scheming Mind of a Targaryen Prince'

Chapter 15: 'The Patriarch of House Targaryen'

Chapter 16: 'Silver Hair'

Chapter 17: 'The Boy who loved his family'

Chapter 18: 'Dragons, Dreams and Children'

Chapter 19: 'Lovely loving sisters."

Chapter 20: 'The Duty of a Prince'

Chapter 21: 'Tormented Dragons'

Chapter 22: 'A Dragon has many desires'

Chapter 23: 'Powerless'

Chapter 24: 'Drowning'

Chapter 25: 'A Dragon's Dream'

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Chapter XI - A Disgusting Duty

The day her father had named her his heir, Rhaenyra Targaryen had also been awarded the title of Princess of Dragonstone, a title that was more symbolic than anything else, as the Targaryen heirs had always remained at their King's side to learn how to rule, rather than actually take care of the ancestral seat of house Targaryen and the lands that surrounded it. That task had often fell on the castellan's shoulders over the past century, and Rhaenyra had not broken this tradition, she deliberately chose to stay at her father's side to help him in his rule, and to prevent anyone from whispering poison into Viserys' ear.

But it was not rare for her to travel on Syrax's back to her domain, in order to take a break from all this political turmoil, as she was travelling on that day. And since Jacaerys' first nameday she had taken him with her so he could familiarize himself with their ancestral home. Her Grandmother, Alyssa Targaryen, first rider of Meleys the Red Queen, had taken Viserys to the sky with her shortly after she had given birth to him. Rhaenyra, who had been terrified of motherhood since she had seen her mother Aemma inflated and emptied in a bloody manner until the Stranger took her, found that there was no greater feeling than the pride and joy of being a mother. Her darling little boy was everything she could have asked for, her heart had never beaten so happily since she had birthed him. Rhaenyra would for ever be grateful to Jonothor for his presence and support during the hardest trial of her life, with Harwin gone, she knew she could have never done it without him. Which is why, when her father had declared that Jonothor was to be sent to Dragonstone, she had thrown one of the biggest tantrum one had witnessed behind the walls of the Red Keep. Punishing Jon for protecting his brother from his wretched twin! How could anyone blame him for that?! Had Aegon attacked Jace instead of Aemond, Rhaenyra would have demanded his hand as compensation! Jace was three, he was all smiles and giggles, he rarely cried as Helaena had done during her infancy. To think that a wretched creature like Aegon would touch him made her dragon blood boil. She protested and fought tooth and nail for her father to reconsider his decision, and surprisingly enough, Alicent had protested as well, though, not as fiercely as her. It had been a long time since her former friend and her had agreed on something, but they were both on Jonothor's side and would defend him fiercely as he would do for both of them. Unfortunately, their alliance had been as short as unsuccessful, for Viserys had remained unbent.

Now, Jonothor was here somewhere between Dragonstone and Driftmark, and she had come to visit him, for she and Jace had missed him in the past three moons. Rhaenyra first landed on Dragonstone. There, the castellan informed her that her brother and Ser Criston Cole had left for High tide weeks ago and had not yet come back. Disappointed but not discouraged, she entrusted her child -who had been too tired to kept on flying- to the handmaidens, and had left for the island of Driftmarck. As she flew around the island, she considered landing near High Tide, after all she had not visited her family in law since her wedding. But she feared their reaction should they question her about Jace's looks, for she was not ready for this conversation without having some kind of support at her side. She kept on circling the island while thinking, until a white creature emerged from the clouds, startling Syrax who roared in protest. Rhaenyra smiled when she saw that Ghost had its ridder on his back, and took its sudden appearance for what it was: a challenge. The Heir to the Throne and her yellow mount flew in pursuit of those who had mocked them. Their dance lasted for hours, as they playfully chased and raced each other in the sky and the clouds, Rhaenyra had not participated in such games since Daemon had been banished from King's Landing. She found the joy and fun it brought her quite refreshing.

However, Syrax got tired after the trip from the capital and the hours of playtime spent with Ghost, so her rider consented into putting an end to their fun and landed on a green cliff where the white dragon came to join them. Rhaenyra frowned when she noticed the rags her brother was wearing and the dirt on his face and in his hair, yet, it did not prevent her from giving her beloved sibling a hug.

"Seven Hells, you look like a dragon keeper." She said as she ruffled his dirty hair.

"And you feel like you have lost weight." He replied without letting her go.

Rhaenyra hit his shoulder.

"Surely I could not have been that fat!"

"I never said you were, I'm just saying you're thiner now."

She rolled her eyes, her brother and his clever answers…

"I had hoped Father's punishment wouldn't have humiliated you too much." She said as she ruffled his dirty hair with her gloved hand. "I'm sorry Jon, for not doing more…"

"I'd rather not talk about Father, if you do not mind." He answered, his tone neutral. "And for a punishment, I find it quite enjoyable. I had grown tired of King's landing and all its schemers and lickspittles, Dragonstone is far more relaxing. Things could have gotten better at Driftmark though."

"What do you mean?" The Princess asked, concerned.

"I'll tell you later." Jon said after a moment of hesitation, he then smiled at Syrax while Ghost had started stretching his wings for a quick nap. After petting the yellow dragon for a few moments, he frowned, and went to inspect her belly. What he found earned another frown from him and he shook his head as he sighed.

"Rhaenyra, you haven't ridden her often, have you?"

The Princess tilted her head in confusion.

"Not recently, no, why? And how can you tell?"

Jon hesitated once more, he felt like he should choose his next words VERY carefully, Dragons were not as stupid as other animals.

"She looks like she grew larger than taller." He ended up saying before cursing himself.

Syrax immediately roared at his face, making him stumble backwards.

"Lykiri Syrax!" Rhaenyra screamed as she put her hand on her mount's snout to calm her down. "Lykiri!"

The yellow dragon snorted as her mistress kept petting her to calm her fury while Jonothor was getting back up, the Prince could swear he'd heard Ghost laugh at his lack of tact.

Rhaenyra looked at him as if he was the dumbest boy she had ever come across.

"For all your cleverness, I would have thought you'd have learned by now that this is now way to speak to a lady." She chastised him as he grimaced.

"I'm sorry." He said sincerely. "I had no idea how to properly say what I was thinking."

Rhaenyra snorted in amusement, and ruffled his hair one more time.

"Here's an advice from your beloved big sister; sometimes, you have to keep your thoughts for yourself."

"You're right." Jon admitted as he slightly backed away from Syrax who was still eyeing him furiously.

Rhaenyra chuckled, she loved it when Jonothor acted like a child his age, she found it refreshing.

"Now walk with me." She said as she grabbed his hand. "I have not seen you in three moons, surely you have tales to share."

And Jon told her of his numerous tasks between Dragonstone and Driftmark, of his many hardships with the Dragon keepers and his relationships with the dragons and the common people, who often saw him fish and confused him with a dragon seed. He even told her of the incident with the wild dragon known as Grey Ghost. Indeed, Grey Ghost had tried to steal the catch of the Dragon Keepers after a hard day of fishing. That day, they had fished in Dragonstone's waters, near the island where Vermithor and Silverwing had made their lairs in the Dragonmout among other wild Dragons. However, in order to prevent the dragons of the late King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne from attacking the local villages and farms, the Dragon Keepers of Dragonstone had decided to deliver them as many meals as they could. Most of the time, they brought bulls, cows, goats and sheep that had been provided by the castellan of the Targaryen seat. But since Jon had been sent here as punishment and had to work, they had chosen to fish that day. And should their catch not be sufficient to satisfy a dragon of their sizes, then they would have added goats to the meal. Fortunately, today's catch had been more than enough for Vermithor, the bigger of the two. Only two bulls would be sacrificed today to feed Silverwing.

But as they had started to go back to Dragonstone, Grey Ghost had appeared from the sky and had roasted the fish and the net. A Dragon keeper had had his arm burned, and had hurried to extinguish the flame in a barrel of water while the wild dragon, who was only a year old, had started feasting on its loot. Ser Criston had unsheathed his sword, but had to duck behind a large wooden box after the young dragon had spat its grey flames at him. No one had noticed that Jon's eyes had turned milky white -a detail he did not share with his sister-, and as Grey Ghost was feasting, he did not notice the dragon six times its size that descended upon it to catch its tail between his jaws and took it into the sky with him as it shrieked in panic. Ghost was not grey, Ghost was as white and as quiet as he had been as a direwolf, no one saw him coming as he had snatched the wild dragon from its meal and thrown it into the sea. Dragons were good swimmers, but Grey Ghost had been so terrified that it had roughly splashed away from its predator who had roared to motivate it.

Rhaenyra had been horrified by the tale, she was relieved to know that it was only Grey Ghost that had attacked them, it could have been much worse.

"What about your lessons with the Sea Snake?" She asked. "Has Lord Corlys taught you anything of value?"

Jon's face turned somber, not because of the lack of knowledge he had learned from the Lord of Driftmark, for he was an excellent teacher, but because of his conversation with the Princess Rhaenys.

He had suspected that the Queen Who Never Was had not shared the content of their conversation with her husband, otherwise, Lord Corlys would have been far less kind than he'd been during his lessons. But her words still haunted him, and he was reluctant to share them with his sister. Rhaenyra was emotional, he could not anticipate her reaction no matter how well he knew her.

"Lord Corlys is… surprisingly interested in my education. Even though his lessons are limited by our respective duties. I have yet to uncover what he truly wants of me."

His sister rolled her eyes.

"King's Landing has made you paranoid." She sighed. "What makes you think he is expecting something from you?"

"Everyone expects something of me." Jon answered with a sigh of his own. "The Princess Rhaenys…"

He stopped… He thought he had been ready to bring up that topic, but as he pronounced those words, he realized now he had been sorely mistaken. The anxiety and the shame he was feeling had paralyzed his body and tongue. He thought of Jace and his heart sank. He feared he would awake Rhaenyra's inner dragon.

His sister looked worried, she kneeled before him and gently grabbed his shoulders.

"Jonothor, what happened?"

Her voice was soft yet filled with concern, Jon bitterly realized that she was concerned about him, while the real targets were Jacaerys and her.

He thought hard and fast. Should he tell her the truth? Should he tell her that he knows Jace is a bastard? His own guilt and terror suddenly grasped his heart and started squeezing it. He had killed his nephew's father, he had killed his sister's lover, and despite the fact that he had never regretted that murder, he still regretted inflicting so much pain upon his sister, and preventing Jace from knowing his father. But he also remembered the day Rhaenyra had rejected him and had slapped him. If he were to tell her that he knew her only child was a bastard… Would she start seeing him as a threat once again? He did not want the throne, but a single sparkle could light an inferno. He did not want her to despise him again.

"Jonothor?" Rhaenyra called as she gently shook him. "Please talk to me, you do not have to hide anything from me."

"But I do." He bitterly thought as he prevented his tears from flowing. "I cannot tell you what I have done, what I think… I… I can't even tell you my real name…"

"The Princess Rhaenys…" He bit his tongue for his cowardice. "The Princess has told me that Jace does not look Velaryon enough…"

Rhaenyra's color turned white in a blink, her eyes wide in fear. Jonothor hated himself.

"She wants the… your next children to look more Valyrian. She tried to scare me… telling me that as things stood, I would be chosen as your heir because Jace was not valyrian enough, and she knows I am no usurper and I don't want the throne."

His sister did not answer, she looked mortified, her hands were shaking and sweat was pearling on her forehead.

Jon wanted to vomit, for what he was putting her through, but also because his words were turning into ash in his mouth.

"Nyra…" He spoke like an ignorant child. "I… I tried to tell her that Laenor was a bad husband… But she did not listen… I am sorry…"

She pulled him into a hug and held him close, when he returned it, he felt as he was stabbing her in the back.

Jon felt her breath going erratic as she tightened her grip, while the face of Lady Catelyn Stark appeared right in front of his, with her deep blue eyes and hard cold mouth. He felt a shiver of dread down his spine as her stare hardened. She was looking at him, the way she was looking at him in Winterfell whenever he had bested Robb at swords, or sums, or most anything.

"Who are you?" Her voice resonated in his head. "This is not your place, you do not belong here!"

"SHUT UP! YOU'RE DEAD! OR NOT EVEN BORN YET! I DON'T KNOW! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"I'm sorry Jon." Rhaenyra said, pulling him out of his nightmare. "You should have never been caught up into this. I am so… sorry…"

"I should be the one apologizing… I am a nine-year-old boy, and my resources as well as my words are limited. I can only trick you into taking the right path, I am sorry."

"Rhaenys said… that you need the seed more than the staff…"

Rhaenyra froze, she stopped breathing, her eyes were wide though Jon could not see them. The Prince's guts tightened so much so that he almost vomited in self-disgust.

She released him slowly, her head lowered and her eyes sad. It was a moment before the heir to the Iron Throne tilted his chin up, and wiped away the tears he hadn't realized he had shed.

"I'll sort this out." She whispered to him. "Don't worry, Jon, everything will be fine."

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Rhaenyra's stay at Dragonstone and Driftmarck was less pleasant than she had expected, given the conversation she had shared with her little brother on the first day. But they were everything she had hoped for and more. Jonothor had been delighted to find Jacaerys on Dragonstone, and the three-year-old had been overjoyed to see his favorite uncle again. Rhaenyra smiled as she remembered the stories Jon had read to her son, old legends about the great warriors of the Age of Heroes. That of Symeon Star-Eyes was the little prince's favorite. Of course, their presence did not prevent Jon from carrying out his punishment. Alicent's eldest son took Jace to visit the nursery to observe the fifteen dragon eggs that were being cared for there.

Jacaerys had been fascinated by the eggs, he had asked his uncle if he could bring his own egg so that Jon could teach him how to care for it, and Jon had accepted with a smile. Rhaenyra felt a pang in her heart as she had watched her brother teach her son how to clean his egg.

She was not oblivious to the rumors that had spread across Court. Those that questioned Laenor's paternity, and that doubted that his egg would ever hatch given the questionable purity of Jace's blood. The crack that startled mother, uncle and nephew brought her the greatest relief she had ever felt since the birth of her son. The little dragon that had emerged from the egg had olive green scales and pale orange wing membranes. Rhaenyra had rushed to the boys' side to witness his birth more closely.

Jacaerys had cried with joy when he discovered the creature that would be his mount. The latter climbed onto his shoulder and let out its first cry. He rushed into Jonothor's arms and thanked him wholeheartedly. After which, he had proudly showed off the little dragon to his mother who had warmly congratulated him and tenderly kissed him while she had cried tears of relief.

She had also warmly thanked Jonothor for the support he had given Jace, but he had replied that he had done nothing special. Typical coming from him, gifted but far too modest. Their goodbyes had been difficult, because the Princess was reluctant to leave him here when their family needed him. But she was not Queen yet, and her word was therefore, not law. Jacaerys had chuckled all the way back, because Vermax, his dragon, had slipped under his doublet to avoid being blown away by the wind. Rhaenyra, for her part, had remembered the conversation she had with Jon about Princess Rhaenys' request. And without warning, she had began to boil with anger.

She understood very well what had caused the Lady of the Tides to demand grandchildren of her blood. But using Jonothor to achieve her ends... Rhaenyra could not tolerate that.

However, she knew she was in a weak position. Her alliance with the Velaryons was too important for her to continue to neglect it. She and her husband were going to have a talk.

On her way back from the Dragonpit, she crossed paths with Alicent, who had apparently been waiting for her to get news of her son. But Jace had been quick to declare when he saw her:

"I have a dragon! Jon helped me hatch my egg!"

The Queen's eyes widened in surprise upon hearing the child, then she shook her head and smiled.

"He truly is the best of us."

Some people could have thought that she had been insulting or mocking her former friend by saying these words. But the regretful tone with which she had spoken had convinced Rhaenyra that she wished their entire family was worthy of him.

"He is." The princess nodded. "He's doing very well, a little time away from the Red Keep is relaxing for him."

"Good, thank you Princess."

And she left, without saying another word.

Rhaenyra had not held it against her. Their interactions had been like this for years. She had gone to entrust Jacearys to her nurses, and had returned to her apartments, where she had ordered Ser Steffon Darklyn to bring her husband to her, wherever he was.

Laenor arrived hours later, drunk and in an excellent mood, barging into his wife's bedroom like a virgin in heat in a brothel. Rhaenyra, who was reading a book while enjoying a glass of wine, would quickly cool it down.

"My beloved wife!" Laenor greeted mockingly, raising a bottle of wine. "How was your trip to Dragonstone?"

"Your mother used my brother to pressure me into telling you to do your duty." She replied dryly.

Laenor froze in place and lowered his arm, sighing.

"I'm sorry about this, Rhaenyra, I really am." He said in a low voice, he took a swig of wine. "But I won't return to your bed. Maybe I can find you a bastard of my family. The Gods only know how many my Uncle Vaemond has sired in his youth..."

"I don't need you, Laenor." She responded as she stood up. "I just need your seed."

Once again, Laenor froze in place. Took a moment to process the information, and widened his eyes in relief.

"How...?" He raised a trembling finger towards his wife's crotch. "How do you intend to…"

"It's none of your business!" She growled angrily. "All you have to do is fill a vial with your seed, I'll take care of the rest myself."

Laenor raised a hand in defense.

"Fine, fine…" He grumbled in surrender before scratching his chin. "A child..." He muttered to himself. "I'm going to have a child..."

He raised his head to meet his wife's fiery gaze.

"If it's a boy, we'll name him Joffrey."

"Do not even think about it." She replied, adamantly. "I'm the one who's going to put him in my womb, carry him for nine moons and give birth to him. All you're going to do is empty your balls into a vial. If it's a boy, he will be Lord of the Tides. Your father will not want an heir who bears your former lover's name."

Laenor crossed his arms with a sulky face, he looked like a child who had been denied a puppy.

"Fair enough, but the next one will be called Joffrey."

"The next one?! Focus on making this one before thinking of the next one!"

Laenor, who was still deep in his cups, clenched his head in despair.

"Not so loud! Please! Just give me the damn vial, I'll fill it up and bring it back to you in the morning."

"You will bring it back to me tonight, I'm not japing, Laenor"

He rolled his eyes.

"Fine…"

Rhaenyra fumed at him, but she gave him the vial nonetheless.

"Well…" Laenor stated with an exaggerated bow. "I'm off to do my duty!"

The princess wanted to insult him in return, but he ran away like a cat. He kept his word nonetheless, and returned later with the vial filled up with semen. He and Qarl seemed to have had a great time.

Once alone in her room, Rhaenyra looked at the vial with disgust, cursed Rhaenys, and took off her dress.

When Harwin had put Jace in her stomach, their night had been warm, passionate and filled with pleasure. All Rhaenyra felt as she lay on her bed, spreading her legs and pouring Laenor's seed into her crotch, was deep self-disgust.

She didn't feel like a Queen, but like a mare who was forcibly impregnated with the semen of the best stallion in the stable.

AN : I had a HORRIBLE IDEA that I ended up abandoning, in which Laenor gives Rhaenyra the semen of his lover, Ser Qarl Correy, instead of his own as revenge for not being allowed to name his son Joffrey. Or because he is too drunk and the idiots filled the vial together, XD.

Unfortunately, this would have interfered with a very important event in the future, so I tossed it away. So, yes, Rhaenyra will not give birth to more bastards.

Vermax is not described in the books, his description comes from the show.

In the books, both Rhaenyra and Syrax grew fat over the years, in the show, Syrax does not grow at all between episode 1 and 10. Maybe jon's presence will change something, or not. :)

In the books, I believe Vermax was born before Jace's third nameday, but I really liked the idea that Vermax was born while Jon and Jace were having a moment under Rhaenyra's eye. As his mother's only bastard son, Jace's relationship with Jon is going to be very important in the future. I'm not sure which story I'll update next, it'll come quickly anyway.

Hope you guys liked it ;).