The Heir // King Viserys Targaryen // Daemon Targaryen

25. Queen

Viserys kissed Avalon. Again and again she laughed as his hands roamed nipping at her neck

'Vis,' she giggled 'you're tickling me!" she declared as his hand ran up her thigh. But he didnt stop. "Viserys," she coed. 'It's another week I think you can wait.'' Avalon told him but he looked up to her with hungry eyes. She smiled sweetly down at him.  He kissed her lips again long and slow when she opened her eyes he was staring down at her.

'You piece me back together," he remarked. "You always have."

'I always will," she confirmed.

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Rhaenyra watched as her father sealed his life to Avalon's . It felt like a dagger to the heart.

'Let it be known that King Viserys of House Targaryen and Princess Avalon of house Targaryen are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder. In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another and say the Words.'

'Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger.' They repeated.

'I am his.'

'I am hers'

'He is mine'

'she is mine,'

'from this day, until the end of my days.' they echoed, Avalon let out a shaky breath, she loved her brother but everything changed after this.

'You may now cloak the bride with your protection.' Viserys kept his hands on her shoulders locking eyes with her she nodded reassuringly.

'In the presence of your family and friends, I now bind your hands together, to symbolize your new union of love, trust and friendship." He bound their hands together. 'Now, please look at one another and pledge your vows to seal your union.'

"We live by a code of loyalty. We take care of each other. It's my duty and honor to be your wife and queen.' Avalon told him and with that a kiss sealed their union. Promptly the coronation began. Avalon felt like a dragon was placed on her head as the crown settled on her. she felt like the whole world rested on her shoulders.

'In the light of the seven I now proclaim Avalon Targaryen the first of her name the Queen of the andals and the first men and Lord of the seven kingdoms.' Grand maester crowned Avalon 'long may she reign.'

'Long may she reign.' they echoed and everyone cheered happily. Avalon looked to Viserys he looked to proud.

After the ceremony everyone wanted to say hello to the new queen, get in the favor of Avalon but Avalon just wanted to speak to Rhaenyra. But Rhaenyra was dodging her all night. Avalon let out an annoyed huff.

'Your grace.' Ser criston cole said bowing before her.

"Where did Rhaenyra run off to?" Avalon questioned looking around.

"I don't know, your grace." Cole answered looking around.

"She hates me.' Avalon muttered.

"No, she couldn't possibly-'

'I don't want false pleasantries Criston.' Avalon hissed. "I want the truth and I need it from her."

"Of course, your grace." Cole said softly.

"Avalon,' Viserys coed. "Come, sit, eat.' He encouraged.

"Viserys where is Rhaenyra? I need to talk to her.''

"I don't know my love, lets not worry about her.' Viserys offered.

"I am worried about her." Avalon reminded him.