Chapter 2

Emma Waters

Emma... Emma.

Viserys looked up at his firstborn. Rhaenyra's eyes were shining in tears and her right hand, the one she carried with three rings representing her three sons Velaryon, covering her mouth.

Then he looked at Daemon who saw the parchment with a frown. Viserys looked at the parchment again.

He had prayed for years that the rumours of bastardy of Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey were bad tongues, and it was fulfilled. His grandchildren were legitimate, grandchildren with Targaryen and Velaryon blood.

But here was the proof that his daughter did have bastards, a bastard.

Emma's portrait had a soft smile and a soft bow on her lips, a smile from her beloved Aemma.

His first granddaughter, born of his daughter and Ser Criston.

"You," Sirius Black said, pointing at Rhaenyra with his finger, "You were the one who left Emma in that brothel."

Viserys looked at her daughter again, she had tears running down her cheek.

"Rhaenyra," Viserys said in a choppy voice. "Is this true?"

Rhaenyra looked at him with panic, as her eyes were red from crying, she shook her head a little, but her eyes showed pure terror emanating from them.

"Anster me with the truth Rhaenyra!" Viserys demands from his daughter.

"Yes... she is the baby who was born in Driftmark and was declared dead," he replied with a hoarse voice.

Viserys closed his eye, remembering when he was informed that Rhaenyra's first birth. He had lamented that his daughter had repeated the same fate as Aemma, a baby born dead.

She had gone into labour with seven pregnancy moons and the baby, the letter said, had been born small and with the cord of life around her neck. The Velaryon had given him a break according to their traditions.

Laenor, Corlys and Rhaenys participated in this. Rhaenyra could not have committed this cruel act alone.

"Take the magicians out of here," Viserys ordered Ser Harrold. "And bring Ser Criston." I need to know how involved in this.

"He doesn't participate in anything, majesty!" Alicent said defensively. "It has been my sworn shield for many years." All this is the work of Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra kept her eyes down on her dress while Daemon held her shoulders. Ser Harrold took out the magicians who had nothing to say, apparently Emma was close to them.

Viserys asked where the girl was.

Was he aware of his true birth?

"You go back too, Alicent," Viserys said.

"I'm the queen and this is the kingdom's business," she replied.

"Alicent, it's a family matter," Viserys said again.

"I'm your wife."

—Alicent, get out of the room.

Alicent twisted her lips, Viserys saw how she lifted her green skirts a little and left just as the door opened letting Ser Criston in.

"Majesty," Cole tilted his head towards him.

Ser Harrold closed the door leaving the five inside.

Alicent stayed with the magicians outside the rooms.

The only man moved like a caged lion, while the woman with blonde hair and blue eyes repeated "You need to calm down, Sirius"

Alicent knew that the image of Rhaenyra's golden girl before Viserys' eyes had fallen when the scroll had shown the existence of the bastard.

Emma Waters

Emma Potter

When the refugee group arrived, Larys Strong got information from him. The children who were magicians spoke of Emma Potter as if she were a kind of warrior goddess, a girl who had risen from the dead ended in an extraordinary duel against a dark wizard.

The younger ones spoke of Emma as a girl with smiles and slightly gone from everyone else.

He never thought that Emma would be Rhaenyra's bastard daughter.

All these years, Alicent in person had supported the fact that the three sons who wore the colours of the Velaryon house were the bastards of Harwin Strong, by the way that the former Lord Commander of the City Guard had been close to Rhaenyra and his entire devotion to the dark-haired princes with violet eyes.

But no, Rhaenyra did have a bastard with Ser Criston.

Alicent reminded her sworn shield confessing that she had slept with Rhaenyra, Alicent thought it had been Daemon because Larys informed her of the Moon Tea that was sent to the princess' room.

"You abandoned Emma in that brothel," said the magician with clear hatred in his voice to Rhaenyra.

"What brothel?" Alicent asked the group of magicians.

The magicians turned to her, the youngest and messy brown-haired woman twisted her fingers in her hands and the severe-looking woman with that strange crystal mask over her eyes sighed.

"Didn't you know?" said the magician. "Emma was saved from a brothel by two magicians who travelled almost nineteen years ago to this world. James and Lily Potter found her in a brothel room still with her umbilical cord fresh with blood.

"You didn't know about the princess," Alicent replied. "And where do you know Miss Potter?"

"I am your best friend, Your grace," said Miss Granger. "We are like sisters."

"I'm the best friend of Emma's addictive father," Mr. Black replied. "And they named me Emma's magical guardian and her godfather.

Alicent wanted to ask that he was a godfather but it would be for later.

"Did Emma know about the princess?" Alicent asked.

"No, I knew she was saved from a brothel and that she was not of this world," Miss Granger replied. "She never considered her biological parents as parents, for her James and Lily Potter were and will be her real parents.

Alicent nodded his head. Before I could ask where Emma Wat is... Potter the door was opened.

Ser Criston came out with heavy breathing and his green eyes distilling confusion, his heavy steps went towards the man, with his hands they clung to Sirius Black's shoulders.

"Where is it?" he asked in a hoarse voice. His gaze was of someone possessed.

"I'm not going to tell you, she's not yours anymore, she never was," Black replied. "Emma has always been and will be James Fleamont Potter's beloved girl. You're nobody to her.

"Where is she?!" he shouted in her face.

Rhaenyra left the room, with her hands squeezing her skirts and her eyes red from crying. Alicent did not overlook how her right cheek was red, as if someone had slapped her.

"You don't understand why I had to do it!" he shouted at Ser Criston. "I don't understand!"

Ser Criston turned around, letting go of Black, looking at Rhaenyra with absolute hatred

"You didn't have the right to hide my daughter's existence from me!" Ser Criston shouted in response. "Much less having abandoned her in a fucking brothel with hours of birth!"

Ser Criston took his hand to the clasp of his White cloak, opened the brooches and dropped his cape, the most important thing for him to the ground. He turned his body towards the magicians.

"Where is Emma?" he asked in an authoritative voice.

"Feeling for the last time in our world," Mrs. McGonagall replied. Ser Criston ran through the corridors, without a clear direction.

Alicent watched as Rhaenyra sobbed with a hateful look at the magicians, she picked up her skirts and left, then Daemon furiously left the room behind Rhaenyra without looking at anyone.

Ser Harrold left the room with a tired and confused look.

"The king wants to talk to Mr. Black and Mrs. McGonagall," said the commander of the royal guard.

A daughter, Criston Cole had a daughter and after almost nineteen years he knew of his existence.

He saw the portrait that showed the parchment.

His daughter was beautiful. With a soft face and features of noble blood, a tanned skin like his and his same eyes that he had inherited from his mother Fowler from Dorne.

She had a face that reminded her of her mother, although her mother was red-haired and slightly tanned like all Dorniense de Piedra.

Emma ... Emma ... Emma

Emma Waters

Criston advanced through the castle in search of his horse. He needs to get to that portal and look for his daughter.

The thousand times Rhaenyra Targaryen had married carrying her offspring, gave birth to her from the court and then threw her into a brothel for her Dornish blood.

Criston was sure that if Emma had had Valyrios features he would have dressed her in the Velaryon colours and called Aemma to win the king's favour.

"That bitch." Criston thought as he mounted his horse.