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

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ONE WEEK LATER

Morning, the bells tolled, birds cawed in the sky, the city chattered with indistinct noises, the weather seemed soothing yet wistful.

Only three moons ago, out of all the prospected maidens in the Seven Kingdoms, the small council suggested a bride for Prince Geralt and Viserys approved. They then chose Lady Margaery of House Tyrell.

The rose was sent from High garden to the Crownlands to officially court the Witcher discreetly, but the news didn't wait long before it got out and flitted across the city.

The brown haired had been in the capital for two months, touring with the Witcher and getting acquainted much to Rheanyra's dismay, she didn't give a shit about the Princess's feelings either.

Elegantly she walked into the royal gardens to meet with him again, although she prayed the King would soon officially betrothed them.

"Prince Geralt. It's nice to meet you again. It's a rather beautiful day isn't it?" Margarey cutised as the wind blew fresh past her nostrils, she could perceive his scent and couldn't help but love it. He smells so good.

"Absolutely....my Lady." He replies, staring at her features. She is very pretty,with a doe blue teal soft eyes and a mane of curling brown hair that fell about her shoulders in lazy ringlets. Her smile was shy and sweet yet cunning.

Margarey couldn't help but feel chills in her spine, the Prince has a striking feature, so handsome that being under his gaze made her swoon. Avoiding his burning orbs, she looked away smiled over the garden, unto the blue sea, but when she looked back at Geralt, his eyes were still focused on her. She felt so self conscious standing there, under his surveillance.

"Shall we take the stroll in the gardens, I would love to see the flowers blooming in the palace walls." Margarey offered keenly.

A small smile crept on his lips. "After you." He extended out his hand, signaling, as they began to promenade.

Standing at the balcony up ahead, Rheanyra saw Geralt and Margaery Tyrell strolling in the garden and it made her blood boil. Watching them together did not make her jealous but envious. The Tyrell girl couldn't have him, Geralt was hers and hers alone. She thought to herself as different plans began crowding her mind, while the Tyrell girl's laughter echoed from miles away in a sweet pitch tone. She stared at them one last time and walked back into the palace.

"I want to apologize in advance that I'm not good at communicating my Prince." She admitted timidly.

Geralt's lips, curved out in a smile. "You're wrong my Lady. Everyone can communicate, you stumble only when you have an audience... like me." Boldly he says.

"That's a good point. You know how to hold a conversation intelligently." Margaery smiled with a murmur as they walked futhur down the lane, getting into another corner of garden, in the bloom of flowers.

"How are you finding that capital so far?" He asked, walking behind her closely.

"Amazing. The people here are different from the South, and Kings Landing is a... splendour lieu, very brillant in color..... lovely serene. Good wine, nice ambiance."

Margaery remarked looking around the fields of tulips, daffodils, roses, peacocks, squirrels, rabbits, flamingos, and many more sprouted trees and foreign plants, admiring the flowers especially the pond that grew water lilies while the swans, swam by in minions.

"You've never been to the capital before?" He asked

Margaery turned to him. "Yes.... I've always been eager to see King's Landing. Two months here and I've explored half of the city." She carefully made sure to hold his gaze.