Marcella Targaryen (The Realms Darling) is Viserys and Aemma youngest child when Aemma dies she is named heir to the Iron throne adding to her responsibilities and giving her more duties when she has to sacrifice love for her duty will she take the...
Rhaenyra stood watching everyone move before looking to her side, hearing her title being called, and seeing a man decorated in lions approaching her.
"I wonder, Princess, was your own second name day as grand as this? or even your sisters," he asked.
"I honestly don't recall, and neither will Aegon, and Marcella's was not this grand," she replied tensely.
"Lord Jason Lannister," the man said, bowing to her with a cocky smile. She gave a tense smile in return, nodding her head.
"I gathered that from all the lions," she said, gesturing to his clothes, already annoyed with the man in front of her.
"I don't think we have been properly introduced." Lord Lannister said, making Rhaenyra roll her eyes, looking at the ground.
"We haven't, as I have never needed to, so why would I now?" she asked, grinning at him as he nodded.
"My twin serves on your father's council, princess," he said as he grabbed two cups of wine from a servant walking by.
"Tyland is frightfully dull. Gods love him," he said before handing her one of the cups of wine. "The finest honeyed wine you'll ever taste, made in Lansisport, of course," he said, making the princess roll her eyes once again, muttering "of course" as she gulped down some of the wine.
"the Kingswood It's a fine hunting ground, but the best spot is to be found at Casterly Rock, near my home. Have you been?
"Once... on tour with my mother when I was young, and honestly, I can't recall much of that either," Rhaenyra said, laughing slightly at the end.
"The Rock is three times the height of the Hightower in Oldtown, taller still than the wall in the north. It's been said that if one were to stand in the tower on a perfect day," he started saying, grabbing her shoulders and turning her body before continuing.
"One could see clearly across the Sunset Sea," he said, waving his straight hand through the sky as if he were imagining it.
"It must be quite something," Rhaenyra said, drinking some more wine.
"I don't have a dragon pit, of course, but I do have the means and resources to build one," he said, looking her over his words, which made her turn around, looking confused.
"Why would you need to build a dragon pit?" she questioned.
"To house dragons, of course," he replied, like it was obvious as he rocked on his feet.
"I'd do anything for my lady wife," he said, smirking, and Rhaenyra tried not to laugh.
"Thank you for the wine," she said, handing him back the cup before walking away, leaving the Lord.
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"Is that what I am offering to the great houses?" Rhaenyra shouted at her father, causing everyone to quiet down and look towards the commotion.
"Rhaenyra, what are you on about?" Viserys asked, confused, as he turned around away from the lords and Marcella to face her.
"Jason Lannister has asked for my hand, saying how I have a prefect seat next to his and his pathetic throne. How dare you try and marry me off to the highest bidder?" She shouted, drawing even more attention.
"Rhaenyra, that is enough; this is hardly an appropriate topic or time." Marcella gritted out
"Shut up, bitch," Rhaenyra snapped at her little sister, making many gasps.
"He is arrogant, self-important, rude, and vile. Of course you would want me to marry him," Rhaenyra said more calmly.
"Well, you two must have that in common," Viserys said to his daughter, shrugging his shoulders and making her gasp.
"Since you came of age, I've been slowly drowning in a lake of parchment flung from every corner of the realm of marriage proposals, and I have tried often to discuss it with you, but you refuse me every time," Viserys shouted, throwing his hands up in exasperation.
"That is because I do not wish to marry," she shouted back. "I shouldn't have to marry some low commoner; I am the princess; I should be the heir; I shouldn't have to bow to any man."
"Even I do not exist above duty, Rhaenyra, you are a princess. Yes, and at ten and eight, nearly ten and nine, it is your duty to marry someone, and you must marry," he demanded, making her glare at her father.
"And what of Marcella?" she countered.
"Your sister has just turned of age and is already looking at matches. She is my heir, the heir to the throne, the future of this realm, and she understands her duty. Perhaps you can take a few tips from her," he snapped, shocking many of the peaceful king for being sassy and snappy to his daughter.
But many of the men listening became ecstatic, knowing the princess and heir were looking for a husband and king consort. She was a dream wife for many: sweet, kind, smart, Valarian, young and healthy, as well as confident. Many will be lining up begging for her hand by the end of the hunt.
"Ela!" Aegon shouted, adorably stomping her way as Rhaenyra stormed off, making many admire the way the princess cared for the young prince, who could be seen as a threat to her throne, but it was clear she didn't see him that way; she saw him as a son.
"Oh, my sweet boy, I am glad to see you awake. Perhaps we can go and raid the cookies—chocolate chip, your favorite," she said, gently tapping his nose as she knelt down to be at his height.
"I want to dance," he said, nodding, making her laugh and pick him up.
"Wonderful, let's get those cookies and dance," she said, walking off to the desert table as he happily wiggled in her arms before they danced to the upbeat music, jumping and spinning before many people joined in.
"Your grace," Otto said, stepping next up to Viserys, who was watching his children with a smile, whishing that Aegon was Aemma's and that she was right by his side, not up with the gods.
"Yes?" he asked, looking at his friend and seeing that he was looking at the two dancing as well.
"The royal huntsman has sent a report; there's been sighting of a white hart; the stag is the king of the kingswood; your grace; a regal portent for Price Aegon's name day," Otto said, making Viserys smile.
"Wonderful news," he commented, nodding. "But if the people think the stag showed for Aegon," he started
"Marcella is here, your grace, and unless it bows, it only means the gods see them as a royal member, and he or she has the gods on their side," Otto interrupted the man, who nodded, knowing he was right.
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