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Rhaenyra Targaryen 3

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A week ago we had started with the royal tour, for Princess Rhaenyra to meet with different important Lords and find a husband. But so far every offer has been rejected.

And from my point of view, with all the reason in the world. There were men older than my father and my father is not even half a century old.

For the last two days we have been in Storms End, where the Baratheon family had received the princess and where the reception of said Lords was taking place.

I was standing next to the princess, who did not have a very good face and you could see her little desire to continue with the tour.

I stop looking at the old man who steps aside, after the princess has highlighted the Lord's knowledge of his great-grandmother's beauty and with it indirectly, the age of the Lord. Causing me to hold back my laughter at the old Lord's face.

Rhaenyra: And now, a child.- She comments wearily, when a child walks forward and bows.

Lord Boremund: The Blackwoods are an old house with a formidable army.- He comments sitting next to her, in defense of the child. -Once, they ruled the Riverlands. The blood of the first men still flows through his veins.- he tells the princess, stroking his beard.

Lord Blackwood: Princess, our ties come from afar, since Lucas Blackwood, my grandfather's grandfather, helped the Dragon in his conquest.- he says with some nerves and I can't help but feel sorry for him.

XY: Right. What would have become of the dragon without the Blackwoods? - a man in yellow asks sarcastically, causing laughter among those present and embarrassment in the child.

Lord Blackwood: We descend from the first men.- He says trying to stay calm. -Our history is rooted in this land, now home to your house.- He comments with more force than is expected from such a young boy. -If you choose me as your consort, you will live safe and carefree under my protection.- he assures with a nervous slight smile, taking a step forward and demonstrating security.

XY: Protection? - asks the same guy from before and in response I grab the handle of my sword with force. -The princess has a dragon, dumb cunt.- He mocks the boy, again provoking laughter among those present and causing the minor to lower his head in shame.

The last comment ends up pissing me off. He has been making comments from the first moment and he has already fed me. Especially for messing with a boy much younger than him, who has more guts than he will ever have and has dared to stand in front of the princess publicly to ask for her hand.

Y/n: And you will stop having a tongue for being a jester.- I threaten him with certainty causing the laughter to stop, taking a step forward and ready to draw my sword.

Rhaenyra: Y/n!- She catches my attention and I feel her hand on my arm, preventing me from drawing the sword.

Lord Boremund: Bracken! - Mr. Baratheon exclaims, drawing the jester's attention.

Rhaenyra: I could get to like it.- She tells the boy in a kind way. - Let's see the next one, I want to go to supper.- she comments letting go of my arm and repositioning herself back on the throne full of furs.

Bracken: Coward.- insults the boy when he is about to leave, causing him to draw his sword and the jester in response his dagger.

Rhaenyra: It's over.- She assures getting up from the throne and starting to walk with me behind.

Lord Boremund: Sheathe your steels, twats! - he demands and I look over my shoulder at the two of them pushing but not attacking.

Rhaenyra: Send word to harbor, and have Captain Oswin ready the ship.- She orders me as I walk beside her.