The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

3 - The Reputation Of A Princess

Splashing my boots through some new rain puddles that remained on the ground I made my way through the busy market scenes of King's Landing. I had to admit that life where no one knows my true identity had made some things much easier. In the past if I wanted to go to the market there would be four or five guards with me which only drew attention.

"That'll be 50 gold coins for the delivery. Shall it be the same as always?" The alcohol seller asked me before I handed him the gold coins from my pocket since I was the one who was supposed to pay for the delivery fees.

Nodding my head, handing him the scroll that listed what supplies we ordered for this next month. "Yes, the same address. It goes to The Tides Tavern."

"Thank you for your business." The seller took the scroll walking away.

Making my way back to the tavern I simply took a stroll through the rest of the market area. I went to take another step till a door of a home opened and two young children came running outside giggling about with one another. "You can't have the last biscuit. It's mine, I'm the oldest."

"But I'm your little sister and father says be nice to girls." The young girl with her hair in pigtails told her brother who held the biscuit away from him.

An idea came to my mind gaining their attention with my sweet royal voice. "My brother and I used to fight over the same things growing up."

"You did?" The girl asked, seeing me nod my head yes to her question.

Her brother glared at her. "Yeah but it's the last one so I should have it."

"Can I see the biscuits?" I questioned the boy lowering myself onto a knee to be eye level with them not worrying about getting my dress dirty. He hands it to me before I tore it in half, handing one to each of them. "See that wasn't so hard and now you each have a piece."

Her brother shrugged his shoulders heading inside. "I guess so."

"Thank you." The young girl caught me by surprise when she hugged me before following her brother into the house, causing a smile to cross my face for that brief moment seeing those innocent kids of my former subjects. I truly missed my brother when I saw moments like that cross me in my current life now.

It was about midnight when Rhaegar and I were laying in his bed with him teaching me high Valyrian since I needed to know it. And just because he simply enjoyed reading books like our mother compared to fighting like most lords and kings. "The Conqueror and his sisters sailed with a great army."

My brother began speaking High Valyrian to me for another lesson that night. "Se Blakuata Rasho dranot vilinio viartis."

"And landed at the Blackwater Rush." I recited the translation back to him and he smiled.

Rhaegar's next word was to me. "Dranot. Dranot?"

"Dranot." I bite my lip, eyeing my brother when I thought I knew the answer. "Dranot. At the end?"

"The mouth." He admitted that I was wrong sadly.

Hitting my lop with my hands I growled under my breath. "Mouth! Ah, come on, Dranot. Dranot."

"Dranot vilinio viartis." Rhaegar flipped to another page in his book, pushing his hair from his face with his other hand.

Tapping my fingers on my thighs was harder on myself then he was, considering the language certainly wasn't easy to learn. "Dranot. Dranot. Come on, Vae."

"Perhaps that's enough for this evening." Rhaegar went to shut the book but I stopped him shoving my hands over his so he couldn't do so.

"No, no. I-I want to keep going. Please brother."