The next morning dawned gray and heavy with tension. I stood in Aemond's chambers, staring at the green dress that hung before me. It was beautiful, expertly crafted, yet it felt like a shackle binding me to a fate I wasn't ready to accept. I turned away from it, my eyes landing on Aemond as he prepared for the day's proceedings.

"Aemond, I don't think I'll be attending today," I said softly, trying to keep my voice steady.

He glanced at me, raising an eyebrow. "Why not?"

"I... I don't feel well," I replied, hoping he wouldn't press further. His face hardened slightly, and I knew where this was going.

"I know what you're really avoiding," he said, his tone laced with bitterness. "You're avoiding facing them. Our nephews."

"Aemond, please," I sighed, feeling the familiar ache in my chest. He would never get over Luke taking his eye, and his anger had only festered with time.

"They're bastards, Lyanna," he spat. "And they don't deserve your pity or loyalty."

"They are still my family," I snapped back, my patience wearing thin. "And I don't appreciate you speaking about them like that."

"Your loyalty should be to me and our children first," he retorted, his one good eye flashing with anger.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to remain calm. "Aemond, I am loyal to you and our children. But that does not mean I will condone your hatred. Not today."

With that, I left the room, my heart heavy with the weight of our argument. As I walked back to my own chambers, I made a decision. I would not be taken as a fool anymore,

Entering the king's chambers, I found him lying in bed, his breathing labored. I approached with my books, offering him a gentle smile. "Good morning, Your Grace. I thought we could continue our reading."

He nodded weakly, and I began to read aloud, the familiar words bringing some semblance of peace to the room. After a while, he interrupted me, his voice a faint whisper. "Lyanna... would you accompany me to the proceedings today?"

I hesitated, taken aback by his request. "Your Grace, are you certain you wish to attend?"

He looked at me with a clarity that belied his frail state. "Yes, I must see for myself... what unfolds."

I nodded, closing the book gently. "Of course, Your Grace. I will be honored to accompany you."

As preparations were made to move the king, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over me. Today would be a turning point, and I could only hope that whatever came next, I would be able to protect my family and uphold the values I held dear

We began making our way down to the Great Hall, a journey that felt endless given the king's frail state. I stood behind him, steadying the litter as it moved slowly through the corridors. His breathing was shallow, but there was a determined fire in his eyes.

"Lyanna... come," King Viserys spoke, his voice weak but resolute.

I stepped up beside him, offering him a reassuring smile and taking his hand gently. "I'm here, Your Grace."

The massive doors to the Great Hall opened with a grand flourish. "King Viserys 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 herald announced, his voice echoing off the stone walls. There was a collective gasp as the court took in the sight of the ailing king.

"Accompanied by Princess Lyanna Velaryon," the herald continued, and the murmurs grew louder.

I glanced around, noting the reactions. The queen's eyes widened slightly when she saw my dress, a clear deviation from her chosen green. On the other side, the Blacks watched intently, perhaps hopeful at my choice of colors. Instead of joining Aemond and his family, I walked toward my mother and Baela, a silent declaration that didn't go unnoticed.

I felt Aemond's gaze burning into me, but I couldn't bring myself to look at him. This was a wake-up call to the court, a statement of my autonomy and the complex loyalties I navigated.

As we stood there, the tension in the room was palpable. Everyone was present—the Greens, the Blacks, and all the nobles who had gathered to witness the proceedings. I could see my nephews, Jacaerys and Lucerys, standing tall, their expressions a mix of defiance and curiosity. On the other side, Aemond stood with Ser Criston Cole, his posture rigid, his face a mask of controlled fury.

King Viserys, despite his weakened state, raised a trembling hand to silence the murmurs. "I have come today," he began, his voice stronger than I had anticipated, "to see the unity of my family and to ensure that our house remains strong."

"I must... admit... my confusion. I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession," the king spoke, breathing heavily. The Blacks and Greens exchanged wary glances, and I felt a pang of anxiety as I looked over at Aemond, standing firm among the Greens.

"The only one present... who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys's wishes is the Princess Rhaenys," the king continued, his voice growing weaker.

"Indeed, Your Grace," my mother spoke, stepping forward as she released my hand. "It was ever my husband's will that Driftmark pass through Ser Laenor to his trueborn son... Lucerys Velaryon. His mind never changed. Nor did my support of him." She looked resolute, her voice unwavering. But I could hardly focus on her words, my mind clouded with the weight of the moment and the charged atmosphere in the hall.

"Should anything happen to the sons of the late Laenor, the line shall pass to Lord Corlys's last living child, the Princess Lyanna, our Sea Princess," the king proclaimed, his voice carrying a note of finality despite his evident exhaustion.

The hall was silent for a moment, absorbing the king's words. Everything that unfolded next happened so fast. Vaemond's body was now lying severed on the floor, and the shouts echoed around us. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me as I watched the chaos erupt. The king was being escorted out of the throne room, his presence having commanded silence for just a brief moment.

"Mother," I said, my voice trembling as I caught everyone's attention. I could feel myself growing paler by the minute, my vision blurring. The next thing I knew, the world went dark as I fell unconscious.

The hall erupted into a chorus of gasps and murmurs as Lyanna crumpled to the floor, her eyes rolling back as she lost consciousness. Aemond, Princess Rhaenys, and Queen Alicent rushed to her side, their faces etched with concern.

"Fetch the maester, now!" Alicent commanded, her voice ringing with urgency.

Aemond knelt beside Lyanna, his hands trembling as he gently lifted her head. "Lyanna, wake up," he murmured, his voice breaking with fear. "Please, wake up."

Princess Rhaenys held Lyanna's hand, her face a mask of worry. "Stay with us, child," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the din.

"The babe," Queen Alicent said, her eyes wide with alarm as she looked at Lyanna's stomach.

Aemond's confusion was palpable. "The babe?" he repeated, his brow furrowing. "What are you talking about?"

"If you hadn't been so busy in the training yards and visiting the streets, blinded by your hatred, you would have noticed her state," Alicent snapped, her voice cutting through the noise like a blade. She looked down at Lyanna with a mixture of love and reproach, her eyes filling with tears. "She's with child, Aemond. You been blessed once again."

Aemond's face went white as the realization hit him. "But... she didn't say anything," he stammered, his mind racing. "I didn't know."

"You would have known if you had paid attention," Alicent said, her tone softening slightly as she placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "She was trying to tell you, but you were too caught up in your own world to see it."

The maester arrived, kneeling beside Lyanna to examine her. "We need to get her to her chambers immediately," he said, his voice calm but urgent. "She needs rest and care."

Aemond nodded, his resolve hardening. "I'll carry her," he said, gently lifting Lyanna into his arms. As he stood, he looked at his mother, his eyes pleading. "Please, help her."

"We will," Alicent assured him, her voice firm. "She'll be alright, Aemond. We'll make sure of it."

As Aemond carried Lyanna out of the Great Hall, the courtiers parted to let them through, their whispers and murmurs a distant hum. The tension and chaos of the succession crisis faded into the background as Aemond focused solely on the woman in his arms, praying with every step that she and their unborn child would be safe.

AN:

my headcannon is that viserys loved his daughters and Lyanna more then his own sons 

someone help me figure out how to write blood and cheese and any ideas. my ig is nyrassire. PLEASE