So It Goes... // Corlys Velaryon // Rhaenys Targaryen

39. The Toothless

•Present Day•

'Nyra, wait!' Nymeria shouted chasing after her as she jumped on her horse. 'NYRA! NYRA! Slow down!'  Nya begged 'Hyah, hyah, hyah! move it buckeroo!" Nya shouted kicking her heels as she chased after Rhaenyra before getting in front of her and slowing her down. 'Whoa, whoa, now!' the horses neighed and kicked up as they got to the lake. 'What happened back there?'

'My father... trying to sell me off to Jason Lannister.' Rhaenyra told her aunt miserably. 'Was... was I named heir to the Iron Throne so that I might only further raise the standing of a Lord of Casterly Rock?'

'Do you want me to kill him?' Nya offered and Rhaenyra chuckled debating it "I honestly dont need a good excuse, I will do it."

"I'm glad you are here Auntie, I missed you." Rhaenyra declared. 

'It's a beautiful day." Nya declared looking around "We should take in the Kings wood, dont you think thats a better use of our time?' 

"I couldnt agree more!" Rhaenyra declared as the birds chirped in the distance, a soft breeze in the wind. They walked their horses along the trail as they talked, rhaenyras misery fading. 

'Were you ever betrothed, auntie?'

'I had an adventurous youth, I fell in love with a man that was already engaged... focused on harnessing my skills. Training Zena... the idea of marriage never really sounded appealing to me." Nya offered. "Derek never... he understood what I wanted and what I needed and he never pushed me to marriage after father died. I'm lucky to have him in my corner. You have me in your corner too."

'How lucky you are to have a say in your own life.'

'Many in the realm would gladly trade positions with you, Nyra.' Nya reminded her. 

'Only because none of them has ever held my position. I may be the Princess of Dragons tone, but I am toothless.' Rhaenyra informed her. 

"You are Rhaenyra Targaryen, my bad ass niece, a dragon rider, heir to the iron throne. You have my temper, my strength, yes I'm taking credit for your awesomeness because there is no way you got it from Viserys. You are stronger than you know, if you dont like your situation you change it." Nya declared and Nyra laughed out.  'Now I'd hardly call that toothless. That would be a good name for a dragon though.'

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' Your Grace.' Howland sharp remarked, noting the tracks.

''How far?' Viserys questioned.

'Her droppings were found half a league to the east.' He smelled the air. 'Still fresh. Between two and three hours, Your Grace. My best scouts spied him.'

'The beast is upward of 35 stone. And we now have his trail.'

'Aye. Before the dragons ruled over Westeros, the white hart was a symbol of royalty in these lands. And on this day of all days. I've never been one for signs and portents, Your Grace, but if the gods did wish to show their favor.' His advisor suggested.

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'Your Grace... I had this forged in the Golden Gallery in honor of Prince Aegon.' Jason said coming up to Viserys

'It's quite a thing.' Viserys said as Jason handed off the spear.

'I hope it might provide the killing stroke against your white hart. The King of the Kings wood. It's as if the Seven themselves have blessed this day.'

'Thank you... for your generosity.' Viserys told him stiffly but Jason was not done.

'I would be honored to take the Princess Rhaenyra to wife, Your Grace. What I offer you, The crown and your daughter, is strength.' Jason told him.