Princess Maegelle Targaryen knew the importance of balance and unity, she learnt it from deceased her husband. Now that her mother is to the worms, she must return to Kingslanding and protect the claim that her father has bestowed upon her.
"You ne...
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Rhaenyra could hear the small drops of rain spilling from the roof and into the pavement. She liked the rain, and the smell of petrichor. "We should spend a week here, the news ought to reach my father by then." Rhaenyra advised, sitting opposite to Gwayne, but beside Laenor and Alicent.
"Our father will have our heads on spikes." Gwayne jokes, exchanging a knowing smile with Alicent. These past few days in Dragonstone have been exhilarating, filled with happiness and freedom. "They'll be mad for some time, but then they'll be happy because the match also benefits them." Laenor says.
"- but for now, we shall drink all the wine we can, and swim until noon." Laenor raises his goblet, and the four of them cheer.
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"You did not fall in love with Ser Gwayne." Viserys' voice boomed. Rhaenyra turned her head slowly to meet his eyes. Those same purple eyes that killed her mother. She was there, she saw it with her own eyes.
"Of course not, it is Lady Alicent that my heart is inclined with. The marriage was only created for us to love each other freely." Rhaenyra confessed. "Lady Alicent. A woman?" he repeated, acting like he misheard. She knew that the moment he demanded her return to Kingslanding that he'd talk about the marriage.
"From the blood of Andals. A woman to be loved." she raised her voice. It was evident that she only liked women, ever since she was a child – she'd look at the pretty ladies with curiosity. "A woman to be loved by a man. Rhaenyra, you are a princess!" Viserys scolds, believing that this was another one of her tantrums.
Her way of seeking his attention.
"- the Seven Gods have given you the privilege to get married, to create life, and to give birth. You are telling me that your heart is inclined with a woman?" Viserys frowns, feeling his heart pump with anger. It was disgusting! No one would protect his daughter. If the truth comes out then they'd laugh behind her back and erase her legacy, just as they've done to Rhaena.
She scoffs and crosses her arms. "Aren't you supposed to be happy? I've married Ser Gwayne, as you've recommended long ago. He respects Alicent and I. Would you rather have me married to a lord who's fought a dozen wars, so they may have the right to hurt me when they please? Is that what you wish for?" she growled, feeling the fire course through her soul. Her father was archaic, his mind was of the olden times. He was no dragon. He had no fire.
Viserys takes a deep breath, his body faltering slightly. His daughter made no sense. Rhaenyra let her heart speak instead of her mind. "The Song of Ice and Fire. Aegon had a dream." he states, walking towards Rhaenyra who was standing in front of the fireplace.
Dreams did not make them kings, dragons did.
"When Winter comes, only the dragon's breath can warm us." he hesitated, seeing that confused slight on her eyes. "What part of that dream tells me not to fancy women?" she remarked with a bitter smirk.
