The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

32 - Message of a Dragon

Thunder roared through the dark halls of whatever castle I had found myself in.  My hair was loosely flowing down my back with me in a red gown and some dragon rider boots.  Slowly scanning the large room around me there was a burning fire going in the fireplace and a large round table seated into the middle of the room. "What is this place?"

"Harrenhal, little princess." Whipping my head around it took me a second before my gaze landed on a man standing by the burning fireplace that I apparently hadn't seen when I was looking over there moments ago.

Knitting my brows at the stranger he looked very much like a Targaryen.  Short silver white hair and bright purple eyes focused on me. "Who are you?  What house did you belong to, my lord?"

"I'm not some fucking lord, princess.  I am a dragon prince.  Daemon Targaryen." He flashed me a wicked smirk across his lips.

Parting my lips I recalled the name from the many books that I'd been taught to read.  He married his niece Rhaenyra who went to war with her half brother over the throne but was brutally murdered according to the written histories. "Why am I seeing you now, Daemon?  This is a dream for certain so it must mean something of importance."

"Most people didn't care for my bluntness but that is what you need to hear as of late."

Moving around the round table I stand a few feet away from him in front of the fireplace. "And what is it you feel you must tell me?"

"I see who you really are." Daemon answered my question.

Moving my arms over my chest I raised my chin upright meeting his gaze. "Who am I really in your eyes then, Daemon?"

"You're acting like a foolish flower.  The blood of the dragon runs through your veins and yet you're pretending to be someone you're not." He explained glaring at me for quite some time.

I scoffed back at him. "I refuse to use dragons to take our families throne back from Cersei-"

"How do you think we took it in the first place?" The long dead dragon man rested a hand on his sword attached to his hip.

I snorted out a laugh. "Dreams-"

"Dreams didn't make us Kings.  Dragons did." He sharply cut me off wrapping one hand around my throat slightly choking me where I grabbed onto his wrist attempting to fight against his grasp.

I gasped for air staring into his dark purple eyes. "Daemon - I - I won't kill people for it."

"So if I attempt to kill you right now.  You're saying you wouldn't fight back." He teased me pressing his nails deeper into my throat, cutting my air supply.

One of my hands remained wrapped around his wrist holding my throat.  With my other hand maneuvering downward to his sword handle where I drew it and shoved his body backwards. "What's so funny about any of this?" He began launching dryly at me, stumbling against the stone wall.

"I am right about you,  little princess.  You can pretend to be a delicate lion wife but deep down you'll always be a fiery dragon inside."

Tightening my grip around the blade handle I growled. "So you've wished to insult me, good job.  Is there anything else you wish to tell me?"

"You expect I'm simply going to tell you something without having a little fun for myself at that time." Daemon cocked his head to the side.

A sudden gssp escaped my lips when he tugged the side of my gown he could reach and twirled me into his embrace. "Daemon-" The sword in my hands clanked to the floor, my back pressing to his front and his lips up against my ear.

"Sssh Vaella ssshh.  Life's expectations don't stop us completely from doing what we want." He nuzzles his nose into the crook of my neck.

Placing my hands on his that were wrapped around my waist holding me against his chest I released a breath I didn't know I was holding. "What do you want to do then?"

"I want you to be a Dragon."

I muttered back a reply. "I am a Dragon."

"Yes but you need to act more like one.  A dragon needs to claim the throne, do you understand me?"

Shaking in his arms I did my best to focus on what he was telling me. "How do you want me to do that?"

"Take the throne the way you know has worked.  Take the Iron Throne you know a Targaryen would." The dead dragon Prince whispered in my ear before disappearing, leaving me standing alone in the rumored haunted halls of Harrenhal.

A gasp left my lips once I had shot upright from laying in my bed peacefully sleeping until I was awoken from the dream.  My hair was tousled about and my hands clutching the soft silk sheets under them.  I flinched feeling a hand touching my shoulder where I whipped my head around quickly. "Vae , woah, woah, it's just me.  It's Jaime."

"J - Jaime.  Is it really you?" I croaked out in fear, still believing I was inside that abandoned castle with a dead Targaryen prince. 

Jaime takes one of my hands in his real one, bringing it to his lips, kissing it gently. "I'm real, Vaella.  I'm real.  Do you want to talk about it?"

"I saw Daemon Targaryen - I saw the Rogue Prince who married Rhaenyra, the Black Queen they called her." Hugging my knees to my chest feeling my hair falling in front of my face.  Struggling to tell him exactly what I saw and not come off as crazy. "We were talking in Harrenhal and he called me a coward.  He said that I wasn't truly being a dragon like I was born."

My husband shook his head at my words. "You're not weak because you don't want to take Kings Landing with fire and blood just to sit on a chair of swords."

"Clearly my dead ancestors think otherwise." Barley lifting my head up from being bearded in between my knees I sniffed through some tears. "Apparently me believing in White Walkers and wanting to help Jon Snow isn't what my destiny is supposed to be."

Jaime tucked hair behind my ear. "Fuck destiny.  You've lived your entire life trapped in one way or another.  Do what you want to do, that's what your mother did the first time I saw her bruises."

"I thought the first time you saw her bruises was with me."

He lowered his gaze down to his right hand stump avoiding my gaze when he began explaining. "It was before we had actually met.  Aerys sent me to keep watch over your mother and your brother Viserys who was only an infant. "

"Around the time of the great tournament where my brother gave Lyanna a crown of roses."

He slowly nodded his head yes. "She had been told by many other Kingsguard that she couldn't hold her own son because Aerys feared she would hurt his son.  She asked only one thing of me "bring me my son.  I wish to hold my child" she said to me.  And I did and never told anyone until this moment."

"You did what was right regardless of the circumstances.  That's how we have to be now...When dead people come for us all in the night it doesn't matter who sits on the Iron Throne." I muttered under my breath staring deeply at Aegon's dagger laying on the table across the room.

Jaime asked, noticing where I was looking at. "What are we going to do, my Queen?"

"We stand behind Jon Snow and face the White Walkers.  If my sister wants that throne then she must follow and protect the entire realm." Tossing the covers aside I slipped on a thin cloak simply wearing a thin nightgown heading over to the table with the dagger.

Jaime held himself by his elbow on one of the pillows. "Where are you going, Vaella?"

"I'm going to educate my little sister." Snatching the dagger off the table I stomped over to the door, throwing it opened where it made a bang against the stone.  My sister needed to be taught a lesson before she got us in a war with the Northerners and Cersei Lannister at the same time.

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