The Dragon's Heart Is Mine || Geralt Targaryen [1]

40 • SPHERE OF ALLURE

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The scorching sun shined over the horizon, looming over the kingdom in rays of heat and light. The tragic news flitted across Kings Landing like a pile of smoke, the gossip spread and speculated the city, reaching the Red Keep of the massacre Prince Geralt had done at the market square, slaughtering a group of thugs.

Elinda reported the news to the princess and immediately Rheanyra dashed out of her room, leaving her needlework, to find Geralt.

Upon her arrival, she enters his chambers to find a young man drinking wine and playing a lutte, his voice was very attractive and soothing to the ears, he sat on a cushion close to Geralt's study table, singing to his lute.

"Toss a coin to your Witcher."
Oh valley of plenty
Oh valley of plenty
Ooh oh ooh"🎼

"Toss a coin to your Witcher 🎼
A friend of humanity eeeeh"

Rheanyra bangs the door shut, causing the Bard to jerk in shock.

Jaskier turns his head abruptly and sees a girl in a gold dress, reeking of pride, perfect features, her presence commanded respect yet the way she narrowed her purple eyes towards him, they seemed unsettling, causing him to rise from the cushion chair abruptly.

There was an awkward silence in the room.

Rheanyra's eyes brazenly gleaming with questions, so Jaskier took the liberty to speak up.

"Hi.....hello"

Rheanyra tilts her head. "Who are you?"

"Erm ..." He looks around the room then meets her gaze of defiance, then speaks. "My name is Jaskier.... Jaskier Dandelion."

"Jaskier Dandelion?" Rheanyra enunciates.
"What's your station here at the palace?"

Jaskier paused. "I er....am a royal bard."

"A bard?.... You're a minstrel....I haven't seen your face before." Rheanyra says willfully. "Are you new here at King's Landing?"

"No... I'm from Aretuza...but i use to live at Flea Bottom before my services were sworn to the crown." Jaskier narrates.

Rheanyra sighs. "So you're a foreigner...If you're here to serve the crown, then why are you in my brother's chambers?" She questioned.

"Well erm.... Geralt and I..."

"Geralt?"

"My apologies... Prince Geralt and I are friends."

"Friends?"

"Yes... We're acquainted friends not really close erm.....but erm......respectfully who are you?" Jaskier inquires.

Rheanyra scoffs at his audacity. "It's a shame you can't see the family resemblance, but anyways it's not your fault.. I'm Princess Rheanyra Targaryen, Geralt's sister." She declares.

"Oh ..." Jaskier was fascinated.

"Oh?" Rheanyra creased her brow.

Jaksier widens his eyes, mouth agape, instantly he adjusts himself properly, placing his lutte on the chair.

"Oh ...oh...wow.... You've got to be kidding me....." Jaskier exclaims.

Rheanyra keeps a straight face.

"Forgive me... Princess Rhea-nyra... I didn't know the Prince had a sister, gods I'm so foolish, I didn't see your features properly....wow." Jaksier exclaims.