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The Crown Prince and the Targaryen Family Drama
Williamcipher
Summary:
Baelon Targaryen lived despite everyone's expectations—his father's, his sister's, the court's, the kingdom's, and definitely Otto Hightower's.
Self-insert as Baleon Targaryen, the Heir for the Day. He just wants this crazy family not to kill itself while dreaming of a vacation that he knows will not come.
Notes:
I already had this plot bunny long ago, just didn't want to write it. But I waited and still haven't found a self-insert Baelon fic. Like I found a Viserys self-insert but no Baelon? Wasted potential.
So I wrote this. Have fun!
(See the end of the work for more notes.)
Chapter 1
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Chapter Text
His father was dead.
Baelon had expected it since he was born screaming into the world, bathed in the sacrificial blood of Aemma Arryn. The sickness had spread on Viserys. The maesters knew nothing and could only try to peel off the dead flesh and spread herbal medicines and potions. Leprosy was a deadly disease, much more so in medieval times where healthcare and bacteria were myths.
Now he was dead, and the Seven Kingdoms must have a king.
"Long live King Baelon of House Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm!"
The kingdom cheered.
Baelon sat alone in his chambers, hunched over with his face leaning on folded hands. This was what he had been waiting for these past 21 years: dealing with assassins, court politics, dragons, and the Targaryen family. Now it was high time to know whether he had won over fate. If the Dance of the Dragons happened again… Fucking damn it. Why couldn't he have been born a Stark during peacetime?
Baelon Targaryen lived despite everyone's expectations—his father's, his sister's, the court's, the kingdom's, and definitely Otto Hightower's. He'd been a sickly child, the type that parents would watch at night, fearing that if they closed their eyes, he would be gone, taken by the Stranger.
But he had lived. A soul that lived for 40 years in another world, thrown into the body of a helpless, literal infant.
The first assassination attempt happened when he was nearly one year old: a maid with a pillow in hand approaching his cradle in the dead of night. He screamed his head off until he woke what was probably half of the keep. They found the maid had stashed a vial of poison in her pockets, and off with her head, literally.
Viserys, who was still one year into his wife's death and stayed nearly nightly at his nursery, had gone mad in fury and protectiveness. He'd had the whole keep flipped inside out and everyone investigated. No words could calm him, and even Otto for once was powerless.
The king had moved Baelon into his own room and had a Kingsguard constantly stay with him. His wet nurse had been carefully watched every feeding and her milk tested by maesters. And other foods were also tested before they were fed to him.
Baelon became the world's most protected baby, and he was glad. Few assassins still tried, and it was a tightrope walk trying to survive as the crown prince of Westeros.
Two years after he was born, he got a baby brother. Little Aegon was a colicky baby, much to the frustration of his young mother and his caretakers. He'd cry all the time, and nobody could soothe him. He was also a very active baby, always babbling and toddling around.
Baelon liked little Egg. He'd visit him whenever possible and play with him. He was a cute baby, with silver-gold hair, pale violet eyes, and the roundest cheeks. A clingy little thing too, always whining to be with Baelon and throwing a tantrum that had the nursemaid in tears when his brother wasn't in his grabbing range.
His older sister, Rhaenyra, was someone who he barely saw. The young girl didn't hate him, but she certainly didn't like him either. It was a mix of grief for her mother, jealousy, and crumbling self-esteem—of knowing she was never enough, that her being a girl had killed her mother, that she would never be the priority, that the kingdom would never favor the "Realm's Delight" over their long-awaited crown prince.
The fuss over his assassinations and safety took Viserys' remaining attention from her too. She was alone in the Red Keep with nothing but her mother's ghost. It was normal for her to resent him, to avoid him because of it.
But time passes, and events occur. Some things are the same, and others are not. There was no naming of a female heir for a start. The hunt in the Kingswood celebrating his younger brother's birthday didn't end with a blood-covered young princess. He hears stories of a battle at the Stepstones, especially featuring Daemon.
The last he had seen of his infamous uncle was when he entered his nursery and watched him with a critical, almost reptilian gaze of a dragon. He then reached inside the crib, and when Baelon thought that this was how he was going to die, a gentle finger rubbed his cheek. The man then took the lukewarm dark green egg and went away.
The ensuing chaos caused by that mess was something Baelon didn't want to remember. Viserys' roar could be heard bellowing from the throne.
Then Helaena and Aemond were born. Helaena was another problem baby for the young queen, refusing to latch on the wet nurse and weeping whenever anyone touched her. His poor younger sister, plagued by dreams she could not forget.
It was with Aemond that Alicent found a child easy to care for. She was old enough to try to be a mother, and a peaceful babe did wonders for her. The young prince easily became her favorite, much to the ire and grief of Aegon, who never received such love from his mother.
The time Aegon spent with him rose as he cried in Baelon's arms and stained his tunic. They shared a room after that, Baelon fighting for it with Viserys, using the excuse of a good brotherhood between them, citing the strong relationship between Aemon and Baelon—their own father and uncle. It helped both of them were young children, easy enough to share a nursery. Otto Hightower hated it.
Then came her sister's tour for a husband. She was no heir, so instead of her touring the Seven Kingdoms, bachelors were invited to the court to try their luck. He was five, so there was nothing much he could do but stay in his room and listen to the gossip of the nursemaids.
It was a nightmare, to sum it up. Daemon also arrived to darken the halls again. He surrendered his crown, and whatever else happened that ended up with him banished again and a betrothal set up between Laenor and Rhaenyra, Baelon had no idea. The fright of Daemon entering his nursery without a soul noticing, his own paranoia, and whispers from Otto ensured that Baelon was locked up in his room and carefully guarded for as long as Daemon roamed the castle walls.
The greatest news he got was Otto was still fired despite not hectoring Viserys to replace Rhaenyra like last time. The reason as to why, he'd never know.
Then the cursed wedding happened again. Lonmouth is killed, the queen gains a Dornish knight, and Rhaenyra is wed.
Soon, news of Daemon freeing Laena from her betrothal via murder occurred, and they fly off to Pentos. Baelon also wants to stay in a vacation spot with good sun and less politics! He envies them, truly.
During the summer, his last brother was also born, followed by the infamous brown-haired and brown-eyed first son of the princess.
The fallout was nothing less than terrific. For once, she did not have the shield of the title of heir. Rhaenys and Corlys were livid, to say the least. It took Viserys stepping in to calm the tides, so to speak. Still, rumors spread like a disease, and the poor child got the label "bastard-born" soon enough.
Rhaenyra was kept hidden at High Tide, and Ser Harwin Strong was escorted by his own father, the Hand of the King, back to his seat at Harrenhal and immediately betrothed and married to a fine young lady from House Darry.
Lucerys Velaryon was born in 118 AC with Valyrian pale skin, blue Velaryon eyes, and black curly hair like ink. The same year, Lucas Strong, heir to Harrenhal, was born.
The time skip proved to be a period of peace and ways to strengthen himself. They all claimed their dragons.
At age eight, during a visit at Dragonstone, he sneaked into the dragon pit and claimed Vermithor. He'd been grounded for life by Viserys, but it was worth it. Aegon claimed his Sunfyre, and Helaena bonded with Dreamfyre.
All that was left was Aemond, who very much desperately wanted a dragon. Baelon was not going to take a chance with this ambitious third son. So when he was ten, he asked for permission and took a scalding hot egg from the dragon pit and gave it to Aemond as a name day present. Better a young dragon over the dangerous war dragon Vhagar. It would also help whenever Aemond feels a bit ambitious in the future to remember who gifted him his dragon.
In 124 AC, the egg hatched into a beautiful sapphire-colored dragon with specks of green over its horns and wings. Baelon had never seen Aemond any happier than when he had his newborn dragon in his hands. The boy cried and clutched the named Gaelithox like a lifeline.
It eased the guilt in his chest to see Aemond so happy with his dragon. Their bond would be different, but it is still a bond. It's better for the war dragon to fade in history. It was time for the old dragon to rest.
Then Laena died, and the Driftmark incident started.
Vaemond's pettiness is a cutting thing, bringing up what shouldn't have been at the funeral of a daughter of the Tides. Baelon stays to the side, watching next to Viserys as the house of dragons meets up again after a decade of separation. The area was thick with tension and grief.
Rhaenyra does not look well; three births had taken their toll, but there was a deep pain and anger in her that had nothing to do with the funeral. She was Rhaenyra Velaryon, the Lady of the Tides, and she hated it. Being but a prisoner in Driftmark under the sharp eyes of Rhaenys and forced away from her lover made her more bitter than in the books.
Laenor looked as if Laena had dragged half his soul to the underworld with her. He was but a walking husk, his paramour having to support him.
Jacaerys Velaryon was pressed beside his mother's skirt, looking down and avoiding anybody. The poor boy looked like a pale imitation of a prince. His brown curly hair and brown eyes made his resemblance to the Heir of Harrenhal more pronounced as the years passed.
Lucerys, on the other hand, was seated with Rhaenys and Corlys, dressed in Velaryon blue and eyes shifting longingly towards the direction of his brother and mother. But Rhaenys had a hand over the boy's shoulder and kept her to him in her grief.
Valaena Velaryon, the princess' third child, was just born. Gone was Joffrey, the third son, and this time was replaced by a girl with Velaryon sun-kissed skin and silver hair white as snow. The fact that she wasn't named Visenya, despite how much Rhaenyra was known to love the name, spoke volumes.
Daemon Targaryen had his two grieving twin daughters tucked near him, the spitting image of their departed mother.
Dragons fly above them, and Targaryens grieve on the ground. Tensions run high; a spark would call forth a hurricane of flames. Baelon wishes he was somewhere in Pentos drinking their version of a Piña Colada.
"Egg, do not try to sneak into my room tonight. I mean it." Baelon huffs at his younger brother, who sprawled himself on his lap, round violet eyes blinking innocently.
"But Baeloonnnn, it would be utterly boring. I do not want to share a room with that twat Aemond," he whined, rolling on his lap like a spoiled cat.
"Aemond is right here. And do not call him a twat. He is your brother."
Aemond sneered at Aegon, where he was petting Gaelithox beside the fire. The dragon was small enough for him to still carry—although with difficulty—and he liked being attached to his dragon.
"Brother, do you want to meet Ana? I found her near the Hall," Helaena dreamily said as she approached him and sat on the soft cushions spread around the room.
Baelon swiftly turned to his favorite sibling and threw Aegon off him. "Hel, sweet sister, lemon pie. Come here and show your brother your new friend," he croons and lifts his sister to his lap to let her introduce her new insect friend.
Aegon squawks like an offended goose, and Aemond bites back a laugh. Daeron giggles with Tessarion nibbling on the edge of his tunic.
Her sweet sister opens her palm to show him a large spider. Baelon tamps down his shivers and looks at the likely venomous thing like it was a puppy.
"She looks amazing, Hel. Now how about we let our friend go, and I'll help you catch some tiny crabs at the sea later?" That thing was not going near his bed. He wants to chuck it out the window.
Helaena hums and rests her head against his shoulder, snuggling to him like the young child she is.
"Green and Blue and Red. The boy has a dragon. Yet the seas want blood. One way or another, a dragon prince she'll have," she whispers in his ear.
Mother fucker.
Baelon marched to the great Hall of Driftmark to where the adults were talking. Being five and ten, he could have joined them, but he was not letting his eyes off his siblings. No one was going to lose an eye if he had anything to say about it.
The older members of the Targaryen family decided to stay awake longer until night fell, for Baelon had volunteered to herd his siblings back to their rooms. Laenor immediately grabbed the chance to get away from everything and told them he was going to tuck Jace and Lucerys to bed and check on their daughter. The twins also followed their uncle and were escorted back to where Daemon was staying.
Now the Lord and Lady of Tides were discussing with Father. Rhaenyra looking longingly at Daemon, who was busy grinding his teeth at whatever Viserys was saying. Alicent was glaring daggers at Rhaenyra, and poor Lyonel looked as if he wishes he was anywhere but here—likely his comfy bed in the Tower of the Hand.
Hang in there, Lord Strong. It was hard work for Baelon to keep him alive, and he performed his first murder to kill the traitorous second son of the man. Larys Strong had tripped and died on the stairs at one of the towers, as far as anyone is concerned.
"Father," he greeted, attracting everyone's attention to him.
Rhaenys had grieved many times over her life. She had grieved her father's untimely death. She grieved when her crown was stolen out of her by the old king and the Lords who decided she was unworthy on the account of not having a cock. She grieved the death of her mother, uttering her husband's name till the Stranger took her away.
The slights against her had made her wonder whether the Gods truly hated their family, that the blood on their veins would curse them. Her crown was stolen, Laenor wasn't even considered, and her dear Laena was passed aside for the hypocritical daughter of Otto Hightower.
Now, her daughter's remains are laid to rest beside her ancestors. To the sea, her daughter of fire and salt returns to. The grief feels like a stab of a knife to her heart.
Now, together again after a decade, the Targaryen family meets again. She did not like Viserys then, not after he became king, and never will. Daemon took her daughter away to Pentos, not to return her until she was in a coffin. The only reason she did not burn him with Meleys the moment she saw him would be because of her darling granddaughters, the image of her Laena when she was young.
Her good daughter. The Realm's Delight! How she hated the harlot. The stain of her firstborn grandson being a bastard would never fade. Rhaenyra Targaryen was a spoiled girl throwing a tantrum against the world. She understood her, the feeling of unworthiness of not being born male.
But wherein Rhaenys faced reality and used it to arm herself and built something out of her life, Rhaenyra acted as if the world owes her, hating everything and spoiling whatever she touches. Although her hate of the princess mostly stems at how she dared to treat his sweet trueborn grandson, Lucerys.
Rhaenyra spoils and raises her bastard under her wing, a fierce protector to anybody who dares slight the prince due to his First Men coloring. But Lucerys might as well be invisible to her. Rhaenys knew the boy was not born out of the best circumstances, a furious and reckless move on their part to use forbidden potions to ensure the correct conception many times.
But if it was not done, then Driftmark would never have itself a Velaryon heir. They had worked too hard to let it all go to waste. Then the princess gave birth to her third child, thankfully one with Velaryon coloring. But Rhaenys knew that this was no child of Laenor. So she took the child and named her Valaena, a proper Velaryon name, and made sure to raise her away from her harlot of a mother and his vying Velaryon unknown father. It was the best mercy she could grant this child, to let her live as a happy Velaryon child of her line.
Make no mistake, he will ensure Lucerys will be the one to wear the driftwood crown. She promised it on fire and blood.
With Aemma's sacrifice, she had finally given the kingdom a male heir. With poor health, they had all thought the boy would die. Otto Hightower certainly thought so, and many daughters were pushed to Viserys.
Then Alicent Hightower was chosen. The Andal daughter of a second son who was not even a warden. It reeks of schemes and Otto's slimy hands.
But as the years pass, the boy continues to live. Assassins were sent, Viserys went mad trying to protect his heir, and the boy grew to be nearly a man. Alicent popped out three sons and a daughter for Viserys. All had dragons.
Yet the heir remains. Baelon Targaryen, the crown prince and rider of Vermithor. Aemma's child. Looking at him like now was like looking at a ghost. Aemma had laid her claim on this child. Her blood ran through him, overtaking anything Viserys could have given.
Baelon looked as if Aemma Arryn had been reborn as a boy—Valyrian pale skin with gold-silver hair braided to his elbows and eyes Arryn blue. The slope of his nose, the curves of his eyes, they were all Aemma. His jaw and his broad shoulders reminded her of his namesake, the faded ghost of the Spring Prince.
How Viserys must have been driven with guilt and love every time he saw his son. Aemma's stake on the crown, her final fight against the kingdom who slighted her and abused her womb. Her victory.
Prince Baelon proved himself to be the perfect prince, great in his studies and swift with his sword, wise beyond his years, kind when needed but with a spine of steel and heavy hand when needed. The small folks whisper and cheer for their long-awaited prince.
Rhaenys hopes this one would be better than the previous heirs and kings before him. For this one, he actually wants for her descendants, not the greed-fueled act of pushing Laena to Viserys by Corlys.
The boy has a sister by Hightower closer to age. But Rhaenys knew that the wound of their house would not be healed unless her blood sits on the throne. Baelon and Baela. Both named after the Spring Prince. They would make a good match. The house of dragons united once more.
Baelon got permission to have his siblings stay in the same room as him. Thank heavens. After bidding goodbye to the older Targaryen generation and trying to pretend not to feel their calculating eyes on him, he rushed to his room where all of his siblings were still lounging about. Ser Criston Cole and Ser Steffon Darklyn were guarding the room.
He placed a finger over his lips to signal the Kingsguards to be quiet as he sneaked behind Daeron. He then lifted his brother to the air and yelled, "Dragon Sleep over!" Daeron screamed, and everyone laughed.
It was not unusual for them to spend nights all sleeping in one room. They all thought it was a bonding event he created called 'sleep over'. He'd have the bed filled with pillows and blankets and have all of his siblings sleep in it with him.
This was easily enough to facilitate since all of them were still young. But he knew it would be harder when Helaena flowered. It would be then that Alicent would fight harder to get her hands in raising her daughter. It was hard enough as it is to keep his siblings away from Hightower propaganda.
Right now, the Hightowers are 50/50 on whether to betroth Helaena to him or have Aegon usurp him. Baelon knew that there are three main contenders for his future wife and queen of the Seven Kingdoms: Helaena, either Baela or Rhaena, and the literal infant Valaena.
But Viserys was sentimental. The king would choose between Daemon's daughters or Rhaenyra's daughter if made to choose. If possible, Baelon prefers not to marry and sire a child at all. In times of peace in his previous world maybe, but in this boiling pot called Westeros? Any child he brings forth would be in danger no matter what.
Baelon blinks awake when he feels someone pat his cheek. Helaena was looking at him with a pursed lip. "Aemond is gone," she whispers. Baelon felt like he had a heart attack.
The Kingsguard guarded the door outside the room. Aemond climbed out the damn window. After making a racket and grabbing Ser Erryk by his armor to make sure his siblings stay inside the room and safe, he told the servants to wake everyone for there was a Targaryen prince missing and pulled Ser Arryk to follow him.
Baelon ran to the beach and pulled his bond with Vermithor to alarm his partner that he needed his help. He does not know what kind of mess he's going to face. Aemond has a dragon, he definitely would not try to bond with Vhagar. But he was a history and dragon nutcase. It's likely his brother would not let the chance of meeting Vhagar, the remaining conqueror's dragon, go.
The piercing roar of Vhagar had his blood run cold as he picked up speed. Then he saw the blasted scene that made him want to pull out his hair. Vhagar was flying, a screaming Rhaena on the war dragon's back barely clinging on. Baela was trying to punch the daylight out of Jace while Lucerys was trying to pull her off, a broken nose in the face of the Velaryon prince.
Aemond on the other side of the beach fretting on Gaelithox who was limp on the sand.
"WHAT IN SEVEN HELLS ARE ALL OF YOU DOING!!!"
It was as if a pause button was pressed. Baela stopped her punches and screamed at Lucerys, "He deserves it! He made Rhaena climb Vhagar now my sister is in danger!" Lucerys kept on crying and trying to pull Baela off.
Aemond turned to him, eyes haunted and silent. "Lēkia," he uttered lowly, eyes welling up in tears. An unmoving dragon on his lap.
Baelon shouted at Arryk to tend to the three children fighting and ran to Aemond. "Aem, calm down. What happened?" He sat on the sand and pulled his brother close, checking on the unconscious dragon and him.
"Vhagar. She—she—"
"Calm down. Breathe, Aemond. Everything will be fine," He lies.
"He was only trying to protect me," Aemond sobbed, shaking hands over the sapphire scales. Then Baelon's heart lurched when he saw the wound over Gaelithox's left eye. Fuck.
"Vhagar roared. I was scared, I couldn't move. He pushed me away when she took flight. Something sharp scattered from the sand when she flew, the winds. It was the winds. Something hit him in the head, his eyes. Seven—his eye. Brother help him, please."
Baelon now has a sibling full on breaking down in his lap and a dragon who has a concussion and a busted eye. Now, he wants to cry too.
"Don't move him. Keep your dragon still. Any movement could do harm. The dragon keepers will know what to do. We must stop the bleeding first." He pulled out a handkerchief and placed it over the wounded area. He took Aemond's hand and placed it on top. "Put some pressure on it." He placed a kiss on his brother's forehead and left as Vermithor landed on the sand with a roar.
Baelon quickly tied himself to the saddle and took flight. He chased after the humongous feature of Vhagar circling around Driftmark.
"Rhaena! Can you hear me!"
Rhaena continues to scream but clearly spotted him as she started crying his name. Vhagar took a sharp turn and she let go. Baelon screamed and felt his stomach turn. Thankfully, she managed to grab onto Vhagar's claws before she plummeted down. She was now swinging in the air, only her tiny hands clinging on the scales of the great beast.
Baelon knew this was a stupid idea. Fail, and both of them were dead. Fucking "How to Train Your Dragons" was not realistic. But fuck it all, he would not let this young girl die. He unlatched himself from the saddle and started running on top of his dragon, the wind nearly blowing him away.
"Vermithor!" He orders and feels their bond snapped in place. Then he dived down into the air.
Rhaena screams when she loses grip of the claw, plummeting down. Baelon's heavier weight made him catch her in time. He pulled her to his chest, caging her in his arms as they fell. He could feel the air pressure, the scent of the sea. He prays and pulls on Vermithor's bond.
Baelon does not land in the water. He crashed on top of the hard shell of Vermithor's back as the dragon plunged into the sea. Pain blooms in his shoulder, and he was sure it was dislocated. Fuck it.
Vermithor swims to shore with the two of them on his back. Rhaena was sobbing in his arms. Baelon felt like pain reincarnate. He could hear loud voices and screams. Great, the unreliable adults were here. The last he saw was the pale and terrified face of Daemon Targaryen, hair and clothes soaked in sea water, as he reached out for them.
He thought, 'Wow, nobody could boast to see that sight.' Then blacked out.
Lyonel Strong, Lord of Harrenhal and Hand of the King, wants to quit. Currently, in the nine halls of Driftmark, he has the following:
A princess screaming about justice for her beaten son. Lyonel was doing his best not to look at young Jacaerys Velaryon being tended by the maesters and see the image of his son.
A queen screaming back about her son's maimed and injured dragon, with the said son cradling his dragon like the beast would fly away to the Stranger's grasp if he looked away. A group of dragon keepers keeping him company.
The Lord and Lady of the Tides furious at everyone for raising this debacle on their daughter's funeral and the danger their grandchildren were exposed to. Rhaenys had a tight hold on Prince Lucerys and was unlikely to let go anytime soon.
Daemon Targaryen was silent, something that Lyonel knew long enough was a very much a sign. A loud Daemon means a normal murderous Targaryen. A silent Daemon usually means someone was about to die a very painful death via dragon or Dark Sister.
He was clutching his twin girls like a lifeline and whispering something to their ears. It was the first that he commiserated with the Rogue Prince. Having your children in danger is a terrifying experience to all parents.
The king was torn between settling the dispute by making everyone calm down futilely or rushing to his heir's side inside the castle, with the said heir dead to the world after doing one of the most insane stunts that Lyonel had ever heard.
The blasted boy jumped off a dragon, mid-air. Others would not have believed it if many haven't seen the boy jump off Vermithor to catch the falling princess in the air.
It was by the miracles of the old gods and new that Vermithor managed to catch up before the two crashed into the sea and drowned. The prince was with an injured shoulder and required bed rest for many moons according to the maesters.
The remaining children of the king had grouped together to join Prince Aemond. Ser Erryk chasing at the children's heels. No doubt the threat of Prince Baelon personally drowning the knight in the Driftmark sea if anything happened to his siblings ringing in his ears from before this mess.
Another screaming match rang out from the Targaryens, this time followed by their respective dragons.
And where was Ser Laenor Velaryon in all of this?
Notes:
I wanna hear who you wanna ship Baelon with. He's BI so go wild.
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