His Princess

Part 2

Summary: Rhaenyra asks y/n to take her host to Harrenhal to speak to Daemon. Y/n rises to the challenge of Daemon and the River Lords watch on in shock and silence.

Warnings: 18+ swearing, political plotting, prob wine somewhere in a cup, bathing, thigh riding, face riding, p in v

Authors Note: soft moments w silverwing and ben, i believe this man would beg you teach him some high valyrian just so he could talk to silverwing and write it down and keep it in his pocket, idc if it's unrealistic to pet a dragons belly it's real to me!!, daemon needs to LEAVE harrenhal and step tf up like enough already

Word Count: 4.6k

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Over the past week I've been in contact with Jace about the status of our growing host in the Riverlands. Rhaenyra has finally returned home and expresses her gratitude for the swords that I've raised for her. She takes over the correspondence from Jace as we begin to discuss who is on our side and best ways to bring the other Lords to our cause.

She confides to me concerning her worry about Daemon. She has asked that I meet Ser Alfred Broome in Harrenhal and see if Daemon can be brought to reason. She hopes that he will start to relax and hopefully return to Dragonstone upon seeing their host. We have been on the move ever since her request while slowly adding swords along the way.

"We should reach Harrenhal on the morrow." Ben ducks into the tent as I lounge on the makeshift bed.

"Thank the Gods. I need a fucking bath." I slide over so he can join me.

"You still look absolutely divine to me." as he pulls me into him.

"Oh I'm sure," I roll my eyes. "The dirt and grime are very comely." I sigh looking at my nails.

"At Harrenhal I'll make sure you get the largest and hottest bath available. Even if it means displacing its current Lord." he promises.

"I'll hold you to that." I hum. "I have no idea what state Daemon is in." I sigh, wiping my face.

"He should be happy you've raised a host." Ben murmurs as he finger brushes through my hair.

"We can only hope." I moan as his fingers scratch along my scalp as I turn so he can continue his movements.

"Let's hope they have feed to spare for Silverwing. She's been eyeing our host for some time now." he chuckles as he begins to loosely braid my hair.

"Mm, speaking of, I should take her out to hunt." I sigh stretching out as he completes the plait.

"Will you let me come with you this time?" his eyes light up as he pleads.

"You'll have to ask her yourself." I chuckle as I begin to rise and stretch out.

I slowly put my riding armor back on as Ben quickly pulls his own armor on stumbling after me out of the tent. The host around us is now up to 5,000 swords and it's easy to get lost in the chaos that surrounds us daily. We see the outline of Silverwing in the trees as we approach.

"Wait," Ben pulls me to a stop. "It's Hello my beast Silverwing?" a laugh bubbles out of my mouth as his face turns red.

"Y/n, my Princess, please." he begs trying to hide his embarrassment.

"If you say that she will never allow you to ride with me." I try to settle my giggles. "Hello, my beautiful Silverwing." I look to him and nod for him to repeat.

"Hello, my beautiful Silverwing?" his Riverland accent makes the sentence sound funny but he's got the words down at least.

"Well let's go see if I get to keep enjoying you or if her meal has delivered itself to her." I pull him by his arm with a smile on my face. I nod at him to go greet my sleeping dragon as I stand nearby.