Prologue: The threads of destiny by Emma L. Potter (Cole-Targaryen

Rhaenyra looked at the baby in her arms, tears running down her cheeks while her little finger was inside her daughter's little mouth.

I couldn't, I shouldn't have breastfeed her. The less I formed a bond with her, the less painful the separation would be.

"We must provide enough Poppy milk so that it sleeps forever," Lord Corlys suggested.

The Lord of Driftmark, Princess Rhaenys and Laenor were in their room after they threatened the Master and the maids not to mention anything about the baby.

If only the girl had come out with silver hair and lilac eyes, with pale skin, I could say it was hers. But the baby favours her dornish blood, the blood of Criston Cole.

"We can take her to Yaya's brothel," Laenor said. "Listen to Yaya who travels in three days to Volantis, you can take the girl and leave her as far away from Westeros.

Rhaenyra looked at the baby in her arms, opened her eyes a little and showed a greenish mist in her innocent eyes, eyes like Cole's.

It was very late at night and the baby was already more than three hours old. As she could, Rhaenyra stood up, they gave her a thick layer because of the cold coming out of the sea, Laenor held her carefully.

"I'm very sorry, Nyra."

"This is the best decision we can make," Rhaenyra replied.

Laena brought her hair dye, and with the help of Rhaenys they covered her silver hair so that it was a simple chestnut. Corlys insisted again that it was better for the baby to die, leaving her alive would bring a lot of problems

They sneaked out of the Hide Tides to the shipyard where Yaya's brothel was, Rhaenyra despite having brown hair covered herself with the cape.

They passed through the shipyards, Laenor collided with a redhead who had many strange rocks.

"I helped her," Laenor let go of her to help the woman.

"It's nothing," he said with a soft and elegant tone when speaking. Very foreign. Will it be from the free cities?

Rhaenyra saw how a very tall guy came to them. He was slightly tanned and with disastrous hair that curled in all directions.

"Thank you, but I help my wife," said the man

Laenor stood up and Rhaenyra leaned back on her husband. As he walked away, he heard that couple.

"Where did you get into, James?" the woman said.

"He was very sorry, my Lily-Flor," the man replied.

They continued until they reached Yaya's brothel. A brunette woman with black curls with strong aquamarine eyes received them.

Laenor looked at her and the woman led them to a room.

Rhaenyra wondered how they had come to this situation.

He must have drunk this Moon Tea after having slept with Criston. This baby must have been born with valyrian features.

When his moonblood was two weeks late, he accepted the marriage with Laenor and when they asked for his hand, Laena helped by saying that Laenor and Rhaenyra had slept together.

Her father brought the wedding forward and Rhaenyra moved to Driftmark to cope with the pregnancy. And it was the right thing, if the court, if Criston had seen the baby

Now a deer travels to the capital to say that Rhaenyra unfortunately repeated the fate of her beloved mother, a baby born dead.

"Just take her away," Rhaenyra said, handing over a small bag with golden dragons.

"Of course," Yaya said, taking the baby in her arms. "Does she have a name?"

"Aemma" meant Rhaenyra but simply said: "No, it has no name.

The baby cried and swallowed her tears, Rhaenyra and Laenor left the brothel.

On the last day of the seventh moon, Rhaenyra Targaryen gave birth to her first baby.

On the last day of the seventh moon, a baby with magic was born.

Lily wrinkled her nose. Why did they accept this mission for the order?

He looked at the bag full of volcanic sea stones to use against the Death Eaters. There was slight magic here.

Of course there was magic and on this damn island there were three adult dragons.

Lily looked to the sides and felt a flash. A slight force, had been present at the birth of Ronald Weasley, and he felt the same.

"James, do you feel that?" Lily asked her husband.

"A wizard boy," James replied

They both walked, a magical child here. That looks like the damn mediaeval, a time when magical children died of fear.

They reached the shipyard's brothel. James took off the invisibility cloak and the two covered themselves by entering the brothel. Lily grimaced at the smell of sweat, semen and beer.

They advanced between whores with their tits in the air and drunk men to the rooms. A loud cry was heard with that magical flash, Lily with an Alohomora opened the room finding babies asleep on straw mattresses and dirty sheets.

In a corner there was a very small baby that smelled a little like placenta. A newborn, Lily came out of the cape when she felt how the baby's magic pulled her hard.

Was Merlin being merciful if he was giving her a daughter after Bellatrix Lestrange cursed her uterus and they had to take it out?

A daughter for her?

With eyes bathed in tears, he took the little creature in his arms. He still had his cord with fresh blood.

"We can't leave her here," Lily told James.

"Are you sorry?" As his magic calls us - James commented with tears in his eyes - Mother Magic sent us a daughter.

Lily smiled with tears in her eyes.

"He has almost my skin tone and your beautiful eyes," James sounds.

"What are they doing?!" said a whore with the little ones in the air.

"When was this baby born?" Lily took out her dagger, approached with the baby in her arms and pressed just above the whore's heart

"Today... today," the woman replied. "Take her if you want." They paid me to get rid of her.

Lily smiled and then slapped the prostitute. James memorised her and the two went out with their daughter in their arms.

"What do you think of Emma?" James asked as they walked towards the portal.

"Emma?" Lily wanted to know why. The baby snuggled up against her chest.

"I always wanted to call our daughter Emma," James smiled. "Since if it weren't for the fact that I read Emma, you would never have accepted that Hogsmeade date with you.

Lily thought it was cheesy, but beautiful.

"Emma is beautiful," Lily replied.

So the three crossed the portal to the magical world.