The Wild Dragon.

Part 3.

Rhaegar's Pov,

3 Years Later.

Flying over Black Bay, I release a heavy sigh. The last years have been hard. So hard,  seven hells I thought I was going to die there.

But now I'm flying back to King's Landing, I will never forgive my father for what he has done to my mother, and I can't give it a place. I gave my mother's dead a place but not what he has done to her.

I just wish to see familiar faces again after seeing almost nobody for over 2  years, and I've missed Nyra and even the shithead called Tommen he's my brother, not by blood but by choice.

And in all my honesty, I'm not sure if I want to speak to anyone what has happened  in those 3 years. Not all was bad, but most wasn't fun either, and I bare the scars to prove it.

Finnaly flying over King's Landing the massive form of Diaval shadows over everything underneath us untill this fucking shithead flies so low and knocks a tower over as I'm holding on for dear life looking down I see the tower crash into a house and I shake my head.

"Good Diaval now first we have to explain why that thing broke off." I mumble under my breath, making him  release a happy screech as we fly towards the Red Keep.

Three years gone and first thing he does is break a fucking tower off. As if I wished to have a lecture from my father, but now it will surely be there.

.................

Walking towards the doors of the throne room, i take a deep breath before the gaurds push it open, and I walk in with my head held high.

"Prince Rhaegar Targaryen." The announcer says with slight wide eyes that soon are joined by everyone else in the room.

"Rhaegar!" Nyra almost yells as she runs over and crashes her body against mine.

"Hey." I softly say as I wrap my arms around her and just enjoy the feeling of having her in my arms again.

"You've been gone for too long."  She mumbles, and I nod my head. "I have, but I'm back now."

"You should have known you would return. I would have prepared a feast!" I hear my father say as me and Nyra pull apart.

Seeing Nyra look at my face, I release a sigh before walking further into the room, and soon, all others are also looking at the scars on my face.

"What happened to you?" Father asks, and I give him a shrug.  "I don't wish to speak of it, but Diaval broke a tower and a house down when we were flying over King's Landing." I state as my eyes bore into his.

"It's all forgiven! Your back, that's all that matters. Prepare a feast for the return of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen heir to the Iron Throne!" He says with a smile that I can't return after what he's done 

"Isn't it to short day your grace, also with the second naming day of Aegon approaching." Otto says, and I raise my brow. Who in the 7 hells is Aegon?

"Nonsense Otto, we will feast tonight. See that it is done."  He says before getting of the Throne and walking down the steps.

"Beautiful armor where did you buy it?" Father asks as he walks over to me with a smile and look at my golden armor set.

"I found it."

"Well, tell me where, seven hells the craftsmanship is like nothing I've seen before." He counters, and I give him a shurg.

"I have something for you." I say as I take the 3-inch dragon  piece from my pocket and hold it out for him.