Enchanted // Rhae Royce

56. Is the Bear Scared?

'...the wall Blackhaven are unscalable vassalstone. And the castle is surrounded by a deep, dry moat. It is well fortified against any future Dornish incursions.' Beric Dondarrion began. Rhaenyra sat bored as she was to choose from suitors. The line was endless and the options were still awful. None of them were Taelon, they didnt come close, so she knew none of them would be her husband. 'And though my seat may be lesser in size, it is situated most pleasingly.' He went on clearing his throat he moved to pour himself a glass of wine. 'The view across the Marches is inspiring, so said Queen Alysanne herself when she honored my father and I...'

'And tell me, Lord Dondarrion,' Rhaenyra spoke up. 'did you think my great-grandmother as beautiful as they say?'

'This was half a century ago, Princess.'

'Yes, it was.' She agreed and the crowd of spectators laughed in agreement.

'That was unseemly, Princess.' Criston remarked.

"That was great." Tommen countered. "Finally some entertainment in these things. Taelon's was much more fun." Tommen informed them. Criston stared back at him. "You were busy standing all prissy at the capital, we had fun for a good bit before Taelon went down a rabbit hole of Runestone... ooh ahh baby. my baby. Wow, yes marry the woman!" Taelon declared. 

"Just like that?" nyra mused. 

"Just like that." Tommen agreed. 'We should have some fun, enough of this rules and nonsense."

"She is the princess, she shouldnt be-" Criston countered.

'The man is older than my father. It's unseemly for him to put himself forward as a contender for my hand.' Rhaenyra corrected her guard. 'Next!' she demanded. 'And now a child.' Rhaenyra shook her head, this was useless.

"You know if Taelon was here he would have bashed in a few heads of the men thinking themselves worth your time." Tommen remarked. "I will gladly do so in his place."

Taelon was right Nyra did like Tommen. He was fun and sweet and entertaining. He knew how to make the days go by as Taelon did. She understood why Taelon and Tommen were so close, they were so similar in certain ways. Despite their opposite appearances, Taelon tall, muscled, silver hair. Tommen was slim and jet black hair. They both knew how to make her smile.

'The Black woods are an ancient house with a formidable army.' Boremund Baratheon began. He stared up at her hopefully. 'In the River lands, they once ruled as kings. The blood of the First Men still flows in their veins.'

'Go on.'

'My Princess... ours is a bond that has long endured, since Lucas Black wood, the grand sire of my grand sire, aided the Dragon in his war of conquest...' Boremund reminded her.

'Aye, the Black woods truly turned the tide on that one.' One of the men in the crowd shouted and Boremunds confidence flickered as the crowd laughed again

'Coursed with the blood of the First Men, our history is deeply rooted in this land, which your house has made its home. If chosen as your match, Princess... your days shall be easy and nights safe under my protection.' Boremund went on.

"Protection"?' the man spoke up again. 'The Princess has a dragon, you dumb cunt.'

'Bracken!' he was scolded but he kept on laughing

'I could learn to like that one.' Rhaenyra remarked.

"I'm bored, your future husband is not here." Tommen said confidently.

"I agree." Nyra echoed.

'Ugh, let us have the next so we may go to supper.' Tommen offered. "I need a drink after these men."

"Me too." Nyra added.

'Craven.'

'Ooh!' the crowd declared as Bracken and Boremund faced off.

'We're leaving.' Criston told Rhaenyra leading her away.

"Finally!" Tommen declared rubbing his hands together.

'Sheathe that steel, you twats!'

'Send word to the harbor and have Captain Oswin ready the ship.' Rhaenyra said as they walked.

'Princess, we're due in Bitter bridge in three days' time.' Criston corrected.

"FUck that I miss home." Tommen whinned.

'I would happily row myself back to King's Landing if it brought an end to this ridiculous pageant.' Rhaenyra told him. Bracken grunted, falling to the ground, the child Boremund had taken him down.

'Don't look, Princess.' Criston said leading her outside.

"Yes, lets go home." Tommen agreed. "Too many cocks in this room not enough cunts."

"Ser Tommen." Criston said appalled.

"What?" Tommen mused waving a hand through the air. "This one knows my admiration of the female body." Tommen assured. "Right Nyra?"

"She is the princess, show her some respect." Criston demanded.

"She is also Nyra to me because i've known her since she was a babe." Tommen countered. "But by all means, Nyra have I offended you?"

"Not at all." Nyra assured.

"See Criston? Shut the fuck up."

+

"Stop staring." Taelon demanded. "I know she is gorgeous and perfect and a hell of a lot more skilled than you lot but stop staring and drooling." Taelon demanded and Rhae glanced back at him. 

"Daddy's jealous." Thorin remarked as Rhae kissed his head. 

"He wants me all to himself, I love that about him." Rhae agreed. 

"Now get your fine pregnant ass over her." Taelon agreed as he kissed her neck. "You trained with mommy you want to go up against the bear?" Taelon questioned. 

"Born ready!" Thorin declared and Harwin stepped forward. 

"Can I get a different nickname?" Harwin pondered. 

"Bear is going to get some broken bones." Taelon offered. 

"When is Tommen coming back, I can only handle you in small doses." Harwin mused. 

"You love this." Taelon corrected as Thorin lifted his blade. "Bonding, just think we would have been best friends if Tommen wasnt born." 

"I would like think we wouldnt." Harwin teased, Taelon gave him a shove before heading back to Rhae. 

"Kick his ass Thorin." Rhae declared clapping happily. 

"Maybe we uses the bow staff." Harwin suggested, not wanting to hurt Thorin or get hurt by Thorin. 

"Is the bear scared?" Thorin questioned as Harwin held out a bow staff. 

"Take the damn staff." Harwin corrected through pursed lips. 

"I look forward to a real battle." Thorin remarked as he traded his sword for the staff. 

"I dont." Harwin corrected glancing to Rhae and Taelon. "You have two warrior parents though, so it makes sense you need for bloodshed."

"Just yours." Thorin corrected. 

"You know you all pregnant and wielding a sword is so fucking sexy." Taelon remarked. 

"Begin!" Rhae called out as the boys dueled. Taelon ran a hand over Rhae's stomach as she leaned back into him. 

Thorin twisted out of the way, rolled, hit Harwin in the knees with the staff, and watched him stagger. Incredibly, Harwin's face when he looked down at Thorin was wary, as if he was facing an actual threat.

Rhae's jaw dropped as Harwin staggered back, a smile covered her face as Taelons arms wrapped around her trapping her as he clapped proudly. 

"I like that look of fear in your eyes." Thorin decided.

"Taelon! What the hell!"