𝖗𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖗 𝕴 𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖓...
He was the second son of Virserys I and Alicent Hightower. Even though being his father's son, Rhaegar was very much like his uncle Daemon. Persistent, superiorities and never gave a shit about others. Unless...
MISHAPS, such a common word for Rhaegar. Always getting into trouble and causing chaos around the palace walls.
He can't help it. That's who he is.
He is like a young, wild dragon learning how to fly and tend on his own.
Virserys thought that his son's character matched a lot like Daemons. Both of them carry the blood of the dragon so it wasn't surprising to see that one of his children had inherited that wild and chaotic side of the Targaryen lineage.
But I guess that's was the trait that they used to "tame" dragons.
"You will not create another fire streak inside these walls. Is that clear?" Virserys said sternly to his son, who was sat lazily on a chair. Rhaegar nodded, agreeing with his father but he clearly didn't.
The Targaryen prince had been summoned to the King's quarters as for he had caused a bit trouble this morning. He had created a few mini explosives stones close to the halls where all the Septas slept.
"If you pull another stunt like this, I will quarantine you from Nightfyre." Virserys said as he pointed at him.
"What?" Rhaegar said as he slightly sat up. "You can't do that, Nightfyre is my dragon. I always fly on him at dawn and is used to that routine. He'll be bored and when he is, Nightfyre gets irritated if doesn't go outside."
Nightfyre was one of the clutch of eggs between Meleys and Verimithor that was able to be bonded to a Targaryen after hatching. The black and green dragonet was already a old juvenile dragon that could fend on its own.
So a few days away from seeing his rider wouldn't hurt. Right?
Rhaegar loved Nightfyre because his dragon was bigger than his older brother's dragon, Sunfyre...and because Nightfyre was cool and unique.
Sunfyre is gold and white scaled while Nightfyre is the complete contrast of the other. The dragonet had black hued scales with his eyes, tail, fins and horns being a perfect green emerald color.
Many say that Nightfyre looks like the wild dragon in the east islands named Cannibal.
"Then no more fire streaks. You are ten and old enough to act like a mature prince. Your brother Aegon maybe the second heir to the Iron Throne after your sister Rhaenyra but that does not mean that the weight of holding a crown over your head is not possible, even if you third in line." Virserys said as he looked at his son resting face.
"It's just that I hate being stuck in a book for hours on end, father. I rather ride on Nightfyre for hours and eat cake." Rhaegar said. He almost drooled at such a satisfying thought.
Virserys chuckled. "Isn't that a dream."
"Trust me, I never jest when it comes to cake." Rhaegar said with serious tone. Virserys laughs as he sees his reaction.
"I know a few people who would never do such a thing." Virserys said with a grin.
"I promise I'll try not cause trouble for you anymore. Emphasis on try." Rhaegar points out.
The Targaryen prince smiles as his father laughs. It had been a long time since Virserys had gotten a good laugh. His infection of leprosy had slowly taken a toll over his body and have caused him pain. Sometimes, he has not been in a great state to join the council meetings or events. His hair has slowly started to thin out and fall. His skin has started to shed trying to get rid of dead skin, making him look older than he is.
"You remind me so much of my brother when he was close to your age." The King said with a sincere smile as he looked at his son. "He was such a problem child for our father and was restless."
"I guess we know who I get it from?" Rhaegar said with a high pitched voice.
"And saying that, I should have named you after him if I knew we going to turn out like him." Virserys squinted as he smiled.
Rhaegar nodded in agreement.
He had an "okay" relationship with his uncle Daemon. They don't see each other often since Daemon married Laena Velaryon and lives in Pentos with her and his two daughters, Baela and Rhaena. Rhaegar mostly knows his uncle through his father's stories about him.
A septa soon came into the room. "Your majesty, the princess's newborn boy is being brought to the Queen's chambers."
Virserys smiles and gets up from his chair. "The gods have blessed us with another prince. This is a time to rejoice. I can't wait to see him, I should make my way there now."
The Septa nods as she curtsy and headed out.
"Would you like to join me? I am sure you must be excited to have another nephew." Virserys asked as he turned around to Rhaegar, who was still sitting on the chair.
"No. I do not wish to see my new nephew, I have promised Aemond to help him practice with sword combat. I'll make sure to my way to the training court." Rhaegar as he shook his head.
That was a lie.
Rhaegar didn't want to see the baby because he already knew what it looked like. Brown hair and hazel eyes. Just like the older children of Rhaenyra. Another bastard.
He really didn't want to be in the same room with his sister as he watches people eye and judge her in whispers. Rhaegar cared for his older sister, he just couldn't see what made her have illegitimate heirs.
"I'll stop by later to see my dear older sister and her babe."
Another lie. Maybe?
Virserys nods with a smile and walks out of the room as the guards shut the door behind him. Rhaegar soon makes his way out as well to his own quarters.
As he walked through the halls, he thought about his family. House Targaryen.
Many think of them as powerful force, almost as gods. Maybe it was because of their dragons or ancestry.
But of course, to be a positive, there has to be a negative.
Others thought exactly. They think that Targaryens are a blasphemous house that join in practices, such as incestuous marriages.
Rhaegar didn't think much about the incestuous blood his family held. At least he knew the reason why they did it.
Aegon and Helaena are expected to marry and make heirs. Rhaegar knew that it was to strengthen their Valyrian blood.
He and Aemond were also expected to marry in the future, but there was one inconvenience.
Rhaegar wasn't interested in girls. He had this attraction to boys that made him angry.
So that was another list to add why Targaryens are considered blasphemous.
He didn't understand why he felt that way but he did.
He is only ten. He didn't know what was happening to him. He is confused in his own thought and doesn't know how to reason with them.
He was irritated with himself as he didn't want it. It would only make it harder for him continue in this while being a Prince.
But what he didn't know was about who was going to capture his heart and break it into a million pieces.
