Rhaegar's Pov.
Sliding off Diaval, I soon hear a tud behind me with a yelp, making me raise my brow.
"I'm alright!" Tommen yells as he quickly shouts up, and I chuckle at the idiot covered in sand before I see Syrax get ready to land beside us.
As she hits the ground, I let a smile grow on my face as Nyra claims down with Saera. Father will probably be losing his mind right now about where we are but I've asked and asked and all he said was no, so now I'm saying fuck you and I'm going to marry her anyway.
"Welcome home." I say with a grin as the four of us look at Dragon Stone in front of us.
"Until your father drags you both back by your hair." Saera says with a shrug, making me roll my eyes.
"When Daemon took Dragon Stone, he sended Otto to talk. He'll never send his men here to get us back." Rhaenyra says, making me raise my brow, Daemon took Dragon Stone?!
"I'm not sure if I even wish to know. " I say with a shake of my head. "That's what you get when you leave for years." Nyra says, and I give her a grin with a shrug.
"I did bring you back a nice present, plus you said the scars make me hot." I state before Saera speaks.
"Good thing we all have a different opinion about hot."
"Not what she said on Syrax when we were flying here." Nyra says with a teasing grin, and I raise my brow before I look at Saera.
"She's not that bad looking herself, don't you think?" I say to Nyra, who gives me a nod before taking my hand.
"You're not that bad looking yourself, princess." Saera states with a grin, making both of our eyes slightly widen.
"Great, now I'm once again the one being left out of the conversation." Tommen mumbles, and Saera wraps her arm around his shoulders.
"Don't worry, little lion, I'll teach you the Valyrian I know." She says with a grin.
"It's low, Valyrian. we are being thought high Valyrian from a young age there's differences between them." Nyra says with a raised brow, making me chuckle.
"Of course, my princess." Saera says with a over the top bow and smirk as we start walking towards Dragon Stone.
"Daemon's spawn for sure." I whisper to Nyra, who giggles with a nod as we look towards Saera, who's walking in front of us with Tommen.
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Walking into the throne room, I raise my brow .
"In my memory, it was bigger." I say as I tilt my head to the side
"That's because the last time you were here was when you were 1 and 2." Nyra says with a roll of her eyes, making me shurg.
"My prince, princess, we weren't expecting you." The main servant says as he quickly walks over with a bow.
"Because we didn't know we were coming. Now please bring me the Scepton and the captain of the house guard to the main hall please. " I say, and he gives me a small bow before quickly walking away again.
"So what's the plan? You guys marry, and then what?" Tommen asks, and I give him a shrug.
"Father can either accept it or not. If he sends Otto this way, well, I think Diaval might grow hungry. But I don't think he will send Otto this way if he's grown fond of his hand." I simply say as I look at him.
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The Wild Dragon.
FanfictionRhaegar Targaryen is the only son of Aemma and Viserys Targaryen, Heir to the Iron Throne, but many don't wish him to lead even his father has his doubts. Rhaegar is wild and mostly doesn't think about his actions. Therefore, many believe he will...
