Blood Beneath the Crown

by shunaya12

Summary:

Realm’s Delight.
The Black Princess.
The Dragon’s Heir.
She died with a fury that could have burned all of Westeros.
And what was left behind was something beyond cruelty--
Rhaenyra the Cruel.
Maegor with teats.
Kinslayer.
Queen of Ash.
She was never meant to rule.
But she will.

Notes:

This is my second work only. So please be kind and this is based on the show version of the house of dragons rather than book one.
Rhaenyra is quite cruel in this.
She would do a lot of cruel stuff like killing and all.
So if anybody has problem with it , please don't read it.

I’m not a writer by any means. This story probably won’t be perfectly written or structured. I’ve just been a long-time, slightly obsessed reader of Rhaenyra-centric fanfictions, and these ideas just keep coming to me so strongly that I had to try putting it into words.

English isn’t my first language and I don't have anyone to proofread it, so please excuse any mistake.I’m open to constructive criticism, but kindly ask that you don’t leave harsh or rude comments , this is something I’m doing out of love for the character and the fact that I can't seem to get this idea out of my head. I honestly have no idea how to write a fanfic, but I hope you'll still enjoy what I’m trying to create. My fics have OP Rhaenyra and I bash team green way too much, so if you like any green character please do not read.

Thank you for giving this a chance. ❤️

Full Disclosure: When I first started writing, I was still finding my feet and used AI to help structure my ideas. While the concepts and dialogue are entirely mine, stories like this one and The dragon's whisper were written with AI assistance.
I’ve since moved away from using AI for anything beyond basic grammar checks, but I want to be honest with those who prefer not to read AI influenced work. I’m keeping these stories up because the heart of the idea belongs to me, but if they aren't for you, I completely understand. All I ask is that you keep the feedback constructive.

No hate, please!

Chapter 1: Prologue

Prologue

 

The pain should have ended her.
She remembered the crunch of her bones between dragon jaws, the roar of Sunfyre, the smug gleam in Aegon’s eye as he watched her getting burned in fire. She remembered her son’s broken body, the crows in the Riverlands, the maesters whispering “kinslayer” as if she were not a mother who had lost everything.

She died screaming not out of fear, but fury.
Fury at a realm that tore her crown from her head and named her monster.

Rhaenyra Targaryen, the Realm’s Delight no more.
Maegor with teats.
Whore of Dragonstone.
Usurper.
Kinslayer.

They had named her such even when she still held restraint. Even when the blood she spilled was not her kin, they twisted truth to fit their hatred. So what would it matter if, she truly became one? If the world would not forgive her no matter her sins or virtues, then let her sins be real and righteous. Let their screams give weight to the names they loved to hiss.

She awoke to silk sheets and sea-salted wind. Her skin was untouched by flame, her bones whole. And beside her, breathing softly in the dark, was Laenor Velaryon her husband in name, not in truth. The air was heavy with the scent of wine, blood, and roses crushed beneath wedding dancers' feet.

Rhaenyra sat up slowly.

She remembered this. The ache in her thighs from the dance, the quiet disgust twisting in her gut. The sobbing Laenor had tried to muffle after Joffrey Lonmouth's skull had been caved in by Ser Criston Cole. The whispered apologies. The cold space between their bodies.

It was her wedding night. Her first.

And yet she remembered her last.

The betrayal of her council.
The fall of Red keep.
The death of Lucerys, Jacaerys, Viserys , Joffrey.
The fire. The fire. The fire.

She pressed her palm against her chest, her heart still beat.

A gift from the gods?
No. This was not mercy.
This was a warning.

She had begged, once. Pleaded. Trusted. Lost.

This time, she would be what they already named her.

If the realm wanted a Maegor, they would get one. But this time with teats and teeth sharp enough to rip kingdoms apart.

She would not fight for the throne.
She would take it.
And burn the liars in her path.

Let the Seven tremble.

Rhaenyra Targaryen had died.
But the dragon had awakened.