The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

35 - Acting Like Our Father

I wasn’t ever afraid of the passageways underneath the Red Keep, until the day I saw the secret weapon they kept underneath., Wildfire.

Peeking my head around the corner I saw my father’s head pyromancer tending to something in a small clear jar that was seated on the table before him.  The elderly man began to turn a page in a book until I heard someone coming down the stairs so I hid behind the nearest stone column. “The king wishes to see you grand pyromancer.”

“Then I must go see him at once.” He followed one of the Kingsguard up the stairs and I didn't move until I was certain they were gone.

Making my way around the stone column I paused at the edge of the table picking up the jar in my hands.  The liquid was a bright green, I only had to assume this was the green fire that father had used to burn anyone he didn't trust.  “How to create Wildfire.” I noticed the words scribbled inside the notebook before my eyes as I sat the jar back down.

“His grace is pleased with your work, grand pyromancer.” A male voice could be heard causing me to grab some plain paper and scribble down the instructions.

The old man and a Kingsguard entered the room seconds after I had escaped back to my hiding place. “It is an honor. This will be the Targaryen power when the day comes and all the dragons have died out.” Unfolding the paper in my hands I would regret the moment I had that power in my hands until the night we faced the Night King.

Dropping the last ingredient into the jar the fiery liquid flashed green and turned into the color that every recognized it by meaning I had successfully done it.  Footsteps entered the old horse stables that were quite far away from the castle where I looked over my shoulder seeing my husband Jaime closing the stall door behind himself. “What are you doing all the way out here?  Couldn't you have made it inside the castle?”

“There’s too many open flames inside.  If this even meets a small flame we’d have no castle to live in at the moment.”

Jaime nodded shivering even though there wasn’t any winter breeze blowing around us at the moment. “Have I told you how much I hate the north?”

“No, but I can see it written all over your face.  Neither of us were built for this harsh climate, but you especially weren’t.” I pointed out to him seeing he was slightly shivering just while standing before me.

My husband raised a brow at me. “How are you not freezing to death then?”

“I’ve been in the North at the Wall once with my brother Rhaegar.  From that time I learned to always be prepared.  For the off chance that I might have to come North for some reason in my life.  I’ll see if I can’t make you a thicker cloak, maybe that will solve it.”

Jaime smirked, crossing the room trapping my body in between his own and the horse stable wall behind me. “I have another idea for how you could keep me warm.”

“Jaime-“ I trailed off seeing the smirk spreading across his lips.

He wrapped his arms around my waist tugging me completely against his chest.  Wrapping my arms around his neck I threaded my fingers into his slightly curly golden locks. “I doubt you could ever truly complain when I do this.” He connected our lips passionately together hearing me laugh into the kiss.

He moaned into the kiss after my fingers threaded deeper into his long blonde hair feeling my desire for him building up in the pit of my stomach. “Jaime, Jaime - wildfire jar remember?” He tapped my thighs and I jumped up where he was holding me by my legs carrying me over to the wooden table.  I drew my head back away from his remembering the green jar was sitting behind me.

“Then let’s go upstairs to our chambers and warm up.” His green eyes met my purple ones deeply.

He started to lift me off the table until I grabbed the front of his cloak in my fingers holding him in front of me. “I have to make a few more jars of this stuff.  I know we won’t have as much as Tyrion did when he faced Stannis Baratheon.  But I’ve got to make at least 50 jars and I’m only at 30.”

“Can I help you?” The lion asked me.

Resting a hand to his face I smiled jumping down from the table getting back to work. “I wish you could.  But it’s very risky especially if you don’t know what you’re doing.”

“I understand, my queen.” Jaime nodded before we heard footsteps coming in our direction.  Chandler and Rhaegar were carrying swords in their hands where he stepped outside bending down on a knee to be eye level with them. “What are you two doing out here?”

Chandler raised his sword in the air asking. “Can you help me and Rhae spare with each other?”

“We want some pointers.” Rhaegar added on.

Jaime glanced over his shoulder seeing me send him a grin, giving him a head nod yes to go on ahead. “Let's make you two into fine swordsmen.” The three Lannister boys headed off to the fighting area and I went back to my work, not finishing the jars until the sun had already set.

Making my way into my shared chambers with my husband I shrugged off my fur cloak, leaving it lazily on the chair.  Collapsing onto the bed on my back throwing my hair around across the mattress waking Jaime up from his sleep. “Did you get them all made correctly, Vae?” He asked me shifting to sit up against the pillows.

I slowly crawled up the bed until I was able to lay my head on his bare chest feeling so tired. “Yes, I did.  They’re all being stored away safely.  And now I just want to crash out on you.”

“Go right ahead, princess.” He whispered, kissing the crown of my head.

I mumbled sleepily into his chest. “I’m too tired - to argue with you about - that nickname.”

“You still love it after all these years.” Jaime smiled, draping one arm over my shoulder, closing his eyes about to go to sleep himself until the door bursted opened causing us to both jump up into the air in a panic. 

Jaime snatched his sword off the bedside table aiming it at whoever was inside our room late at night. “Show yourself you cunt!”

“Vaella, something just happened.  I had a vision of the future.” My sister's voice met my ears when I peaked my head around Jaime’s weapon.

Knitting my brows together I wasn’t entirely sure what she was talking about.  I had heard the tales of some Targaryens having the power to see the future.  Yet I’d never thought it was as real as say White walkers or dragons. “Dany, what are you saying?”

“I saw our ancestor Helena Targaryen appear to me in my dreams tonight.  She spoke to me about how worried she was about our - my future I suppose.  She showed me the Iron Throne, our dragons and King's Landing.” My sister muttered under her breath with the burning fireplace lighting up her silver hair that cascaded over her shoulders.

I asked her softly, beginning to feel worried even more. “What did she tell you?”

“She didn't tell me anything.  She showed me how I will die after I burn the city in dragon fire.”

Jaime glanced down at me not saying anything while I couldn't believe what she was saying to us. “So who sits the Iron Throne then?”

“I think it’s you.” Daenerys answered me with a tearful gaze while I covered my mouth with my hands so nervous that she may or may not be right about this.  I could become the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms just like my brother always thought I would be.

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