Enchanted // Rhae Royce

39. You Wish You Were Whipped

My tears ricochet // Alicent Hightower out now!!

The egg maintenance was something Rhae didnt expect to be so precise and precious but Taelon tended to the egg Thorin had picked out as though it was a child itself.

It would be a dragon hopefully one day. Rhae thought as she watched Taelon turn the egg a quarter rotation on the fire.

Thorin didnt know if he liked Aegon. Aegon loved Thorin and thought he was the coolest person in existence. Thorin reached out for Rhae as Aegon crawled and stumbled after him.

"Help!" Thorin begged as she picked him up.

"Whats wrong?" Rhae questioned looking to Aegon at the door a big smile on his face. "You making a friend?" Rhae offered.

"No." THorin corrected. "Make him go." Rhae looked to Aegon smiling back at them.

"He looks like he could use a friend." Rhae countered.

"No." Thorin repeated shaking his head. Thorin watched as Aegon crawled over to Taelon.

"Hello little man." Taelon declared. "No touch!" Taelon corrected pulling Aegon back. Aegon pouted back at him. "I dont want you to get hurt." Taelon explained. Thorin stared back at them.

"He follows me everywhere." Thorin explained to Rhae.

"Maybe you give him a chance?" Rhae countered. "He's lonely... could be fun for you?" Thorin shook his head.

"Ah, baby party! I see how it is." Tommen remarked leaning on the doorframe. "You get married, have a child and sudden... Tommen who? Never heard of him." Tommen mused.

"Tommen who?" Rhae teased smiling back at him.

"Oh, cheeky thing she is." Tommen remarked. "Alright!" He clapped his hands together.

"I see where Aegon gets it." Taelon mused as he got up.

"Gets what?" Tommen questioned

"Aegon follows thorin around in complete misery without him. While Thorin wants to run in the opposite direction." Taelon offered glancing to Tommen.

"Are you trying to say something?" Tommen countered crossong his arms over his chest. Taelon chuckled. "Im wounded. You wound me!" Tommen declared.

"Comparing you to a prince wounds you?" Rhae mused. "I wonder what appeals you Tommen."

"Wonder no more. You appeal me you glorious woman!" Tommen declared and Taelon gave him a shove. "I get it you are territorial like a dog and his bone."

"Dont insult my wife." Taelon countered.

"I think Im more territorial over Taelons bone." Rhae remarked as she sipped her tea. Taelon smiled back at her.

"Ohh boy Rhae has got you whipped!" Tommen declared. Rhae winked back at them as Thorin led her out of the room. "Look at you drooling over her. Its cute. Really. Its adorable."

"Shes perfect." Taelon agreed.

"Whipped!" Tommen laughed out. Taelon watched Aegon crawl after Thorin.

"You wish you were whipped for someone besides Sylvie who doesnt give you the light of day." Taelon reminded him.

"Sylvie! Oh brother why you got to burn me like that?"

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Rhae stared back at Tommen and Taelon her head cocked to the side, unable to tear her eyes away. Then Thorin started mimicking them and she burst out laughing.

"Hey, this right here is a delicacy." Tommen informed her. 

"Deli." Thorin agreed. Thorin didnt know what they were doing or talking about but he knew that he wanted to be just like his dad. 

"Tradition." Taelon altered. 

"What even is that?" Rhae countered. 

"Dump her." Nyra half teased coming up behind them. "This is their victory dance." 

"They didnt win the tournament yet." Rhae corrected. 

"This is our warm up." Taelon informed them. Thorin pumped his fists in the air in all directions, did high knees and a few squats that landed him on his cute little ass.

 "It just happens to look like dancing because we are groovy." Tommen informed them both. 

"Groovy." Rhae agreed as Taelon helped THorin up. 

"They do this before big tournaments to warm up and look like idiots." Nyra agreed. "So then the competition thinks they are drunk and fools and not real competition." 

"They are the fools." Taelon added. "You would think they would have learned by now." 

"Fools!"

"I pity the fool." Thorin declared and Taelon doubled over falling to his knees. 

"You pity the fool!" Taelon agreed hugging Thorin to him. Nyra saw the love Taelon had for his wife and son and it was impossible to hate Rhae. She was awesome. She was skilled and motherly, she doted on Thorin. 

"Go time." Tommen declared before singing out in a slurred high Valyrian accent. 

"What is he saying?" Rhae questioned. Nyra tipped her head into Rhae's as Thorin got comfortable in Rhae's lap. 

"Nonsense." Nyra remarked. "Gibberish...." She sighed trilling her fingers over Thorin's head as Rhae chuckled. "You know I really wanted to hate you." Nyra admitted. 

"Yes, that was made clear." Rhae agreed. 

"I don't." Nyra added. "You couldnt be a mean bitch or something? WHy do you have to be literally the me I want to be!" Nyra declared. 

"Thank you." Rhae said softly, a smile covering her face. 

"It's not fair. Maybe I need to move to runestone." Nyra remarked. 

"It's beautiful, has lots of trails, good for hunts and long rides, its isolated but beautiful." Rhae agreed. "I could give you a tour. Thorin hasnt been back since we left, I think he would like it."

"See perfect. Stop it so I have a reason to not like you." Nyra teased. 

"I can try." Rhae offered awkwardly. 

"Mama is perfect and I'm gonna be like daddy." Thorin decided and Taelon came out. Rhae smiled back at him as he winked up to her. 

"Prince Taelon Targaryen will be up against Ser Fandral Levi."

"Fandral! Buddy! I know him! He's a friend of mine!" Taelon waved back at him across the jousting arena.

"Dear Gods, Sif did you drink with the prince before this?" Fandral questioned.

"He's married now." Sif corrected. "Besides Tommen was always his drinking buddy."

"Which way does the pokey thing go again?" Taelon mused looking at the jousting spear in his hand. "Never mind, I figured it out."  Taelon dropped the face shield of his helmet but Rhae saw the smirk on his face as it closed. 

"Begin!" 

Taelon clicked his heels as his horse took off, he leaned forward, and a quick strong thrust of his spear and Taelon sat up straight, the victor. 

"Winner. Prince Taelon Targaryen!"