The Prince That Was Promised (Old Version)

Chapter 7 : Jugement

Orys Targaryen

King's Tower

Orys sat down, picked up the jar of ale, and poured himself a cup. He gave Shireen a look, and she nodded. He poured her one, too.

"Well, have you thought about the fate of your mother?" Orys asked after Shireen sat down. "I think I do. My father's punishment is for him to live with his choice. I wish my mother to feel the same and for her to go to the Silent Sisters. So she can live with her choices and see what becomes of me." Shireen replied.

"Very well, it is your choice, and I hope you can close this chapter of your life in the future." He said, taking her hand. "I hope so, too. How are you feeling about tomorrow?"

"I don't know. I will be looking at the men that killed me. Although some did their duty, I know I broke my vow. I wanted to save my sister from the Boltons. Although I knew deep down, I knew that we wouldn't have survived against what was coming with them in charge in the North. So maybe some part of me wanted to save her and destroy the Boltons. If I had heard of Arya when your father gave me the offer, I would taken it without thinking. Yet then I had made my vows, and I was the last of the Starks as far as I knew. Arya, Sansa, Bran, and Rickon were all gone at that point now. I only know Rickon and Bran might be alive." He said with a sigh.

"Hmm, I am the last of my kin. The last Baratheon, so I know how you feel. My father might be alive but will die at Wall." Shireen added, her face falling.

Orys, his left hand curled up into a fist. 'How could they have done it? He would never understand it or forgive.' He thought with rage as he looked at Shireen. Then he took Shireen in his own and stroked it gently. "You are alone, I'm here, and perhaps one of Robert's natural sons is still alive." He added.

Shireen face seemed to brighten a little. "Perhaps Edric is still alive. Ser Davos saved him, from my father. He wanted to do Edric what he did to me."

Orys sighed then at Shireen's words. "What was the world fallen to when kin slay kin and the ancient old custom of guest rights are broken, all in the name of power? The more I hear of what has happened in the South and what happened in the North. I feel more and more obliged to take up the mantle of King. Some I have had it since birth. I don't want it because it was my birthright but to set things right and prepare the world for what is coming."

"You will. You have already started. You let the wildlings past the Wall, made friends with people you were told despise, and rose from a bastard to the rank of lord commander. You protect the weak and save Alys Karstark and me. You are the King, we need you not because of your blood but because of who you are." Shireen said firmly and squeezed his hand.

"Well, thank you. What does a King need? A Queen, I know the council spoke of it. Shireen Baratheon, will you be my queen? Be my Rhaenys to my Aegon? Rule the realm beside me and set things right." He asked, his voice as steady as possible while his heart raced through his heart.

Shireen smiled at him, and a small blush grew upon her face, yet her pretty blue eyes sparkled in delight. "I will Orys Targaryen. I will marry you and set this world we live in to rights. To defeat the evil that's coming from the North and the evil of men that has grown in the South."

He stood up, went to her, embraced her, and kissed her. 'This feels right in every way.' Orys thought as he felt Shireen's warm lips on his own.

They broke the kiss breathlessly and stared at each other. "When will be wed?" Shireen asked as another blush crept up on her cheeks. "Oh, eager are we?"

"Of course, I haven't felt this happy in ages," Shireen replied, smiling.

"Hmm, I'm happy too. I would love to make you my wife, as soon as possible" He then chuckled.