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

59 • TORN BETWEEN ROSES & DRAGONS

Birds chirping with an ambient nature wind. Viserys was now numb-looking on his horse. He could hear birds cawing in the sky. He's vacant. Just going through these motions. And he's deep in his ennui until, a horse suddenly bolts, breaking past his guards abruptly, then him, startling him out of his daze.

He partially glimpses the rider -hair tumbling loose from her hooded cloak and it horse gallops, the hood fell back revealing a brown braided hair in the targaryen fashion, fastened with gold dragon pins to the end of the braid and her horse had a bow and arrow, hooked on the side.

"Wait, is that a woman ? Riding Astride? Alone in the Kingswood?" He says with utmost shock.

Ser Harrold doesn't say a word but is stunned is to also see a woman out alone in the woods.

"Hello there!" Viserys calls out.

But the mystery rider isn't looking back. And so a concerned Viserys spurs his horse into action and takes off after her. Ducking tree branches, veering around the bend, chasing hard as his commander yells.

"Your Grace!" Ser Harrold saddled his horse and gallops after the King as, Ser Arryk Celtigar and Ser Steffon Darklyn races behind him.

The mystery rider kept on galloping as Viserys yells. "Hey! Stop right there!"

But that only seems to make the mystery rider lean forward, spurring her horse to gallop that much faster, racing ahead.

Viserys is now confused, until he wonders. "is this a challenge?" And so he bears down, speeding after her. "Stop Right There!" He yells as his guards gallops behind him.

Hooves thunder in the fields and into the forest as the five horses bolt after each other across the Kingswood field.

It is morning, but the woods seems foggy as the sun just rising over the mists now. And Viserys almost caught up to her, until a hedgerow looms up ahead.

"Careful now! Watch It!" The King yells after the mysterious woman trying to catch up but she was more brazen.

He watches her ride on and thought. "is she going to stop?" And they're just about there, when the female rider jumps the hedge, soaring over the obstacle and landing easily as Viserys yanks on his reins, pulling up his horse at the last minute.

He pauses, breathless and a bit invigorated. Finally his guards reaches him.

"Your Grace." Ser Harrold calls after him, panting and catching his breath.

"Who the hell was that Ser Harrold?" Viserys questioned gazing at horse galloping ahead with curious expression.

"No ideas Your Grace, might be a foreigner or a hunter." He suggested, still catching his breath, as did the guards behind him.

Fortunately for the King, the mystery rider, now pulling her horse up and turning around to reveal herself, staring at the King from afar with a smirk on her lips.

This mystery woman is no other person but Lady Margaery Tyrell.

It appears her grandmother's plan worked, the bested the King and he is more than eager to know how she is, a certain confidence that belies her age. She peers back toward the hedgerow, only Viserys fallen out-ofsight. And off a satisfied yet equally invigorated Kate, spurring her horse on, and trotting away futhur into the Kingswood.

As Margaery hurries her horse underneath this canopy of trees, looking behind her to make sure she's now by herself. And just as she seemingly gets back to enjoying the quiet.

"Enjoying your victory lap?" Viserys began, out from no where on a horse with his guards.

Margaery looks up and sees the King emerging from around a tree just ahead. Startled, she quickly looks for an escape.