Rhaegar's Pov.
Overlooking the ocean while I hold the letters in my hand I soon hear steps behind me making me slowly turn around. To see, Visenya, Deryan, Daeron and Saera standing there while Rhaenyra moves to stand beside me.
"It's been said that as Targaryens, we are closer to gods than to men. And the Iron Throne puts us a touch closer, perhaps. But, if we are to serve the Seven Kingdoms... we must answer to their gods even as we do not wish it. If you take this errand, you go as messengers... not as warriors. You must take no part in any fighting. Swear it to me now.." I say as I look at them,
"I swear it.
"I Swear it."
Deryan and Daeron speak making me look at Visenya and her mother with a raised brow. "Swear it or you both are staying here and Ill send the ravens." I state making Saera roll her eyes before mumbeling. "I swear it."
"Visen-" I start before she cuts me off with also a roll of her eyes. "Fine, Fine I swear it." she says making me take the letter for Cregan and hold it out for Saera. "Cregan Stark is closer in age to our sons than to us, but he will remember me. Help him rally his banners before marching towards The Twins, there wait for my raven." I speak as she takes the roll.
"As you wish, your grace." She says with a grin making me shake my head before holding the letter out for Deryan. "Lady Jeyne Arryn is the cousin of my mother, remind her of that. That we are bounded by blood." I say as he takes the roll with a nod. "Yes, your grace."
Is this going to be a normal thing now?! For them to start calling me your grace?! "Storm's End is a short flight from here. And... Lord Borros is an eternally proud man. He will be honored to host a prince of the realm... and his dragon. I expect you will receive a very warm welcome." Rhaenyra says to Daeron as I hand him his letter and he shyly nods his head.
"You'll do good, like she said it is only a short flight." I say with a small smile. "Yes Fathe-.... Your grace." He says making a chuckle leave my lips as I put my hand on his shoulder. "With a crown or without a crown, I am still your father Daeron nothing will ever change that." I say before turning to Visenya.
"You have mine and your mother temper, something I would never change about you Visenya. But whatever Lord Grover says you can't start burning things down, if we show that wild fire side of us more can turn against us. So you and the Cannibal must be a messenger and not a warrior until I have given you different word." I say as I hold the roll out for her.
As she tries to grab it I pull it back with a raised brow. "Yes, yes a messenger I promise." She mumbles and I hand her the roll.
"Well my queen, princes and princess get to it than." I say with the fakest smile ever making them start walking away while Saera places a kiss on Rhaenyra's lips before she moves to me. "I love you, my king." She says with a grin making me lean forward and place my lips against hers.
"I love you too, my queen." I softly say as we pull apart and she starts walking away from us.
Turning back towards the ocean I place my hands on the stone railing before I eventually see the dragons take flight. I never wished war, but the throne is mine, I have to make sure that once the song of ice and fire will happen we are united.
Was I always good to Aegon, no I despite what he stood for but still I am his older brother and he just took my birthright? Well maybe it's because his mother and grandfather have been whispering for years in his ear that he has the conquerors name and should be king. That I am to wild to lead the realms, and that I would only bring it chaos.
As the dragons become smaller and smaller I release a sigh before turninig around and walking back towards the great hall where the lords are probably still arguing about what needs to be done, ad who we can and can't trust. King for a day and they are already making my head heart, but I have a duty to the realms. Not just to me and my family but to all the people.
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Hearing them argue and argue for what feels like days at this moment I don't know how much more I can take before I wish to go to bed. "We need the Twins, your grace if not Cregan Stark and his army can not cross. The Riverlands are the most important at this moment." One of the lords says and I give him a nod.
"Visenya will get Lord Grover on our side, she can be quite intimating and well so can her dragon be." I say before bringing my cup of whine to my lips and taking some sips. "And what if the princes can not?" He asks and I raise my brow.
"Trust me she will get him on our side if it is out of fear or loyalty does not matter at that point." I say before I see Rhaenyra slowly walk down the stairs with tear marks on her face while she holds a small letter in her hand.
With every step she takes the more I block out the noise from the room while a pit begins to form in my stomach, why has she been crying? What has happened to make her cry?! Who sent her a message that has her in tears.
The closer and closer she comes the more the pit forms in my stomach, while my heart begins to bear against my chest. Feeling her hand take mine she slowly pulls me away from the paintned table and the lords. Reaching the small fire in the fireplace she rubs her thumb over my hand while I look in the flames.
Hearing her say something so soft I turn in her direction as I have no idea what she just spoke. "What?" I softly ask her with a frown and I see her lick her lips before saying just above a whisper. "He's not coming back."
Who's not coming back?!
"He flew after him, they found the remains on the shore." She says and I just look at her in confusion. "What are you talking about Rhaenyra?"
"Our son, Daeron he is not coming back Rhaegar. He ran into Aemond and Vhagar Borres got Daeron out but Aemond went after him, they found the remains of Ryax on the shore." She whispers making anger start to fuel my body as I start taking heavy breaths while tears run down my cheeks while loud roars are being heard over Dragon Stone as I slowly turn around with a cold look in my eyes.
Author's Note.
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ooooooooh like said before when the next season comes out I will make a second book because it helps me write and watch the show at the same time, so I've already watched GoT 2 times this year!
But I hope you all enjoyed this book, and hopefully I will see you all in the next one <3
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