The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

31 - Who Really Deserves The Throne

Running as fast as my boots could carry me I didn't stop until I reached the edge of the green grassy area with the heavy seas rushing down below the high rocks the castle set upon.  My hair is blowing in front of my face and every other direction.  "Vaella! Vae, What was that back there?  You just threw this on the ground like it was nothing."

"It can't be mine anymore.  It has to go to my sister.  She's the rightful heir to the Iron Throne."

Jaime held the crown in his real hand standing a few feet behind me.  "No, she's not.  She may have Targaryen blood but she's the younger one between you and her."

"If you go and tell her that she'll have her dragons burn you alive right on the spot."

He eyed my back silently for a moment trying to figure out what I was feeling in that moment, where had his tough queen disappeared to. "So you're saying you won't fight for the throne that belongs to you.  You're the oldest daughter of Aerys II Targaryen, it should be passed down to you."

"All so we can start a different war. Yeah I don't think so.  Your sister has already made one war hard enough.  I don't wish to add to the drama."

Jaime strides up to me sitting the crown down at our feet taking one of my hands in his real one finally getting me to look into his bright green eyes. "Vae, I know you don't want to fight her.  But you can't hide behind her shadow either.  You are one of the last Targaryen's too.  You don't have to hide anymore."

"When we were on the dragon island I wasn't hiding.  I finally felt like I was living life for once. We should have just grabbed your brother and ran back there." I slumped my shoulders in defeat.

He raised a brow. "Then your sister would have possibly started a war to get her Hand back from us."

"I don't want to rule over a kingdom of ash and bone, Jaime.  Rhaenyra the Black Queen didn't want that either and look what happened to her when she fought against her half brothers." I felt tears welling in my eyes not wanting to fight my own sister but in that room she sounded more like my father which would certainly give me nightmares if she turns out to be more like him then our mother.

The golden lion before me sent me a sympathetic look. "Do you want to sit on the Iron Throne, Vaella?"

"For years I've said no.  But recently I - I think I want it simply to prevent bloodshed if that is even possible by the gods themselves."

Jaime moves his hand to the side of my face. "I'd follow you anywhere in the world.  To King's Landing, Casterly Rock or our Dragon Island." Laying my head against his chest he wrapped his arms around my waist holding me against his strong form. Clutching the fabric of his tunic I closed my eyes just trying to take comfort in his arms at that moment.

"Queen Vaella.  Ser Jaime.  I'm sorry I don't mean to interpret but I was hoping I could speak to you alone, my lady." Jon came walking up the cliffy grassy meeting us on the edge of it with the vast sea before us.

Jaime spared me a look walking down the hill giving us some privacy. "I'll leave you two to talk.  Find me later in our new chambers."

"What do you wish to speak with me about, Jon Snow?" I asked him walking up to him with the wind blowing our cloaks around in the heavy wind.

"You never answered my question in the throne room before you stormed out.  So I am still wondering, do you believe what I was saying about the Night king and White Walkers?"

Crossing my arms over my chest I bite my lip. "I somewhat do believe you."

"Can I ask how because most people don't."

Rubbing my hands down my arms I sent him a nervous smile thinking back on my life at the current moment. "Everyone believed that the dragons were gone, including me.  I thought my own dragon had been killed by the Baratheons. Until I heard about my sister and her three dragons.  Later down the road I found mine alive.  Their insistence is a miracle.  If miracles can happen, why can't the nightmares we were told as children shouldn't be real as well."

"They are rather incredible beasts." Jon remarked looking into my purple eyes.

Looking at him for a moment I noticed a look in his eyes where he was deep in thoughts. "You're good at something you don't like aren't you.  What is it if you don't mind me asking?"

"Killing.  I hate being good at it.  I wish there didn't have to be fighting at all."

Whipping my head around I gasped, taken back by the fact that he sounded so similar to my older brother Rhaegar.  "You sound an awful lot like my brother.  Rhaegar Targaryen." He never wanted to kill even though he was good at it like Jon had previously just said.

"I'd say it's how my father raised me.  He was an honorable man." Jon spoke highly of Eddard Stark.

Gesturing my head towards the castle I figured we should head back there instead of standing outside.  The journey he had taken was very far so he most likely needed to rest some. "I must assume you'd like to rest, Jon.  I must check on my kiddos making sure they aren't getting into trouble. But we certainly need to speak more of these White Walkers."

"I'm just relieved that someone here believes me." He nodded following me back inside the castle going our separate ways.

Hearing laughter down the hallway I paused in my step watching the adorable interaction before my eyes.  Luciya was pretending to stab Tyrion with a toy sword. He dropped to his knees begging before Rhaegar raised his right hand declaring as if he were a king. "I, prince Rhaegar Lannister spare ye. Tyrion Lannister, Hand of Queen Daenerys Targaryen."

Rhana helped her uncle off the floor placing her sword on the ground. "And I, princess Julianna Cat Lannister, am in your service, my lord. What would you have me do?"

Tyrion taps his chin seeing me reaching to drink some wine from his bottle that was sitting on the ground at my boots, making him aim his finger at me. "I, Tyrion Lannister. Hand of the Queen declare to...get your mother!"

"Momma!" Chandler beamed brightly up at me running forward leaping up into my arms where I barely was able to catch his body.

The twins cheered chasing after me while I just laughed with them. Tyrion picks up his cup pouring himself another drink still smiling. "No one steals my wine."

"What in the seven is going on in here?" Jaime enters the room seeing his entire family having fun.  Which wasn't something he was sure he would ever have after he stabbed the Mad King.

Sending him a grin was the moment that I truly cherished. "I just wanted a sip of your brother's wine." Claiming the Iron Throne wasn't my destiny.  I was destined to be a Lannister.

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