Enchanted by stridermagic

Chapter 5

Rhaegar wiped some sweat off of his forehead as he ate, watching as his father continued to stare at him. Watching as his father continued to stare at what was in the dining hall with them. The scritching of claws continued to sound in the hall and the occasional fuss of the two dragons mock pouncing on each other made Rhaegar's younger brother clap his hands in excitement.

He could feel sweat roll down his back as his heart began to race, skipping a few beats altogether like it was trying to race out of his chest. He breathed shallowly, seeing King Aerys smirk at him, his father's purple eyes lit with intent. It was warm, too warm in his seat and it wasn't even hot outside. It hadn't been a warm day, a slight breeze having swept through King's Landing during the day. It was the dinner meal and the sun had fallen, the moon coming up to shine its' light.

"Son, you know I have wanted to know how you hatched these dragons," King Aerys spoke. "Since you had Summerhall rebuilt without my knowledge and hatched two dragons. You are not planning anything, right? You are not planning on usurping me?"

"No, of course not," Rhaegar croaked out, reaching out to grab his water glass and taking hurried sips. He was warm, warming up, like he was on fire and yet, he knew that he wasn't. He had been in the way of Godric when the young dragon had breathed fire once. Nothing had happened except he had felt warm. Now, he was hot, hotter than the Westerosi sun and sweating like a horse. His throat constricted and he reached up to grasp his throat, choking on something.

"These dragons follow you. You are not a true dragon, my son," King Aerys murmured.

Black spots flew appeared in his vision and he felt like he was falling, hearing a crashing sound echo throughout the dining hall. The shouts of the kingsguard, of Ser Arthur emanated through the rooms.

"Rhaegar!" Rhaella cried out, hurrying out of her seat and taking a few steps over to his side.

Balerion and Godric started to scream, their inhuman voices filling the hall, as they walked over to him. They were one year old, as of last week, and had flown just a month ago. Rhaegar dazedly looked up at the creatures, looked up at his mother and Ser Arthur. Arthur's blue eyes were narrowed in concern and one hand was on the hilt of Dawn.

"I…"

"Don't talk," Rhaella murmured, reaching down to him and wiping something off his chin with a thumb. "Someone get the maester! Hurry!"

"Oswell is getting him," Arthur spoke, his voice calm but Rhaegar could hear some worry, some anxiety in it. "Hold on, Rhaegar."

He felt Godric and Balerion nudge into his side, their concerned chirps only just barely holding him conscious. The light faded above him and he was about to lose the fight to life when he heard a familiar voice and saw familiar green eyes looking down at him. Harry's eyes were wide with fear as he peered down at Rhaegar.

"Hold on, my dragon," Harry whispered, cupping his chin with one hand and digging into a pocket with another.

"Harry, thank the seven you're here," Arthur murmured, his eyes focused on Rhaegar.

"Thank the seven I've been taking healing lessons, more like," Harry retorted, rubbing circles into Rhaegar's skin, soothing and calm. "Who poisoned him?!"

"Harry…"

"Don't talk, Rhaegar," Harry muttered, glancing down at something. "Hey, Godric, long time no see. You've grown so much."