Love brought them together but a secret forged an unbreakable bond that they would carry until death. Who's death though, that was up for debate.
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"I'm yours to keep and I'm yours to lose."
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Corlys x Oc x Rhaenys
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"No, I had a talk with her." Nya corrected. "A talk she didnt like apparently."
"She said you threatened her." Laenor remarked.
"And you believe her?" Nya countered. Laenor shrugged. "I had a talk with her about... life. About her fucking knights, Strong knights and not being a responsible little whore and taking a tea."
"Really?"
"No. But I should have said that. I was so angry to think straight." Nya admitted. "I just wanted to bash her and the damn knights heads together and say get your shit together before I neuter you."
"Mama!" Laenor rasped.
"Two stubborn lovers, protecting each other from the very same threat." Nya muttered.
"What?"
"You and Rhaenyra." Nya clarified. "You want to please your father and being king one day will do that. Rhaenyra has used her title and her privilege to do what she wanted. I used to admire it. Her strength but this is not strength, this is stupidity."
"Ma-"
"You know when Aemma was alive, Rhaenyra told her that she didnt want to be a wife and produce heirs, she wanted to be a warrior. The Rhaenyra I knew, I adored died a long time ago." Nya remarked and Rhaenyra stared down at them from her window.
"You dont know what its like to be a woman, be thankful my dearest." Nya added. "Marriage is a prison which is why you two having this agreement, this arrangement seemed well and fine but... my dear Laenor... there is having fun and losing who you are, your morals, your purpose."
"I havent lost my purpose." Laenor corrected.
"I know you havent. You have always liked adventure, the thrill of the fight, helping others, winning. The damn high of the win and flying... Rhaenyra has lost herself in pretending to be who the world wanted her to be... but fucking that up too. She gave the world a male heir, sure black of hair but an heir. Now what has done? Popped out another one. She did not want to become her mother, used for popping out babies." Nya remarked and her gaze shifted just slightly seeing Rhaenyra staring down at them.
"Maybe Rhaenyra thinks she is on the battle field, that is what Aemma liked to say. The birthing chamber is a woman's battlefield. She lost her fire." Nya declared before turning to Rhaenyra and pointing a finger up at her. "YOU!" Nya shouted and Rhaenyra faltered back. "You lost that fire that I admired about you." Rhaenyra's lip quivered as she moved away from the window leaning up against the wall.
Nymeria was right. Rhaenyra had lost her fire, lost her want for more. But having a child changes things... sure Jace was still young and Rhaenyra didnt spend much time with him, he was with handmaidens... but being a mother was not nothing. That was something Nya didnt understand.
Yet Nya understood it too well. THe things you do for love. For your children.
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"Hey mama can my new friends meet Zena?" HR questioned and Nya turned around.
"Hello," Nya coed. "Can I meet your new friends?"
"Right, sorry." HR agreed. "This is Thomas and Minho." They waved back at her.
"Nice to meet you boys." Nya answered. "You want to meet my dragon?"
"Yes my lady." They answered.
"Shes actually a princess." HR corrected them.
"It's quite fine, we are all friends now." Nya remarked. "But you have to promise to be sweet to my Zena, I can't be held responsible if you boys fool around and piss her off."
"Is she serious?" Minho questioned softly.
"Deadly." HR agreed.
"We promise." The boys declared.
"How did you boys meet?" Nya questioned as they walked down to the pits.
"Ser Laenor was training us." Thomas remarked.
"He's a skilled young man." Nya remarked.
"He's my brother." HR added.
"He is?"
"I mean... he's like a brother. He's like family." HR corrected awkwardly as he kicked at a bone.
"I live at driftmark." Nya explained. "I am very close with Lord Corlys and my cousin Rhaenys. I rose Laenor with them." The boys nodded understanding. "One big family."
"Just be gentle just like my mum." HR told them as Nya knelt before Zena putting a hand on her long snout.
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"Thats so cool." Minho declared.
"She's huge." Thomas added they watched as HR walked up petting Zena's wing gently.
"Could we..." Minho offered as he took a step closer.
"Zena, these are HR's friends..." Nya remarked still running a hand over her nose. "Come here." Nya requested and the boy were quick to move forward bumping into each other trying to get closer. Nya wrapped a hand around Minho's waist as he knelt beside her.
"Dont be afraid, she eats fear for breakfast." HR declared and Thomas jumped back.
"She wont hurt you unless provoked and I'm right here. I wont let her snap at you." Nya assured. Nya took Minho's hand in hers and brought it forward. he let out a nervous laughter as his hand touched the scales.
"Shes... the scales are cold." Minho remarked confused.
"Not always." Nya offered. "In the caves here, yes. But when shes flying or at driftmark in the sun, her heat radiates off of her."
"Is she cold? Does she need a blanket?" Thomas questioned and Nya choked out a laugh.
"Oh you sweet thing." Nya declared as Thomas knelt beside her on the other side. He reached out with her help. "I think dragons run hot so when they are in the caves, they enjoy a bit of the cold," Nya offered as she moved around Zena. She ruffled HR's hair before leaning up against Zena.
"Zena's purring." HR remarked when Minho and Thomas gave him puzzled looks as Nya leaned up against Zena. "She's listening."
"Your mum is awesome. This dragon is awesome." Minho declared. Zena perked up and the boys jumped back. HR chuckled.
"I'm hoping I get my own dragon one day too." HR added.
"You have an egg?" Thomas questioned.
"I have an egg." HR agreed. "Maybe you two could come and visit driftmark sometime?" HR looked to Nya for permission.
"Happy to have you both, anytime you want." Nya agreed.
