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GAME OF THRONES
SEASONS 1-AU 8 & beyond
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( ACT II; the age of the dragon. ) ⟵ ◊ ⟶ chapter 14: the rage of a dragon.
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VAEGON let out a hearty, aching chuckle while enjoying his small talk with Raina Stark. The woman enlightened him about a far more humorous childhood memory than he'd expected. They both had begun to dine together in the past few days after he'd consoled her when vulnerable, progressively bringing them to become increasingly acquainted upon each interaction. He enjoyed her company, her presence offering a calm he'd otherwise not seen in quite some time.
They sat cross-legged on the ground at a small table in his tent. The lady and the king had found much pleasure in their conversation together. She focused her entire attention on him when he spoke, her eyes portraying her genuine interest in what he had to say.
"You most definitely had a unique childhood," Vaegon grinned as he set down the cup of wine from which he'd just taken a sip. "But considering my past, I think I may have you beat."
Raina gave him a playful smirk. "That is fair, Your Grace, considering you've lived in Essoss for most of your childhood."
Vaegon chuckled. "As a refugee, you mean."
Her smirk turned to a slight frown. "Do you remember your home?"
Truthfully, it had been King's Landing, his birthplace, but Dragonstone was the place he'd held dear. It's salt-tainted air and waves crashing into the dark stone. King's Landing's only positive recollection was when he could see Rhaegar when he wasn't at their ancestral seat.
"I do, for the most part. I was very young when we fled, but I was able to hold onto some memories," he replied. "I miss my mother most of all. She is the one I named Rhaellor after."
Raina cocked a brow. "As in the Lord of Light? R'hllor?"
Vaegon cocked his own brow. "No, my mother's name was Rhaella. . ." The connection began to make more sense. He hadn't realized his dragon was named after a deity. The utter coincidence was strange to him.
"I think that is beautiful," Raina said about his choice of names. "After your mother. I wish I had been able to meet mine."
She was so gentle, so meek and soft with her words. Quite a difference in comparison to Daenerys.
The reality that he was beginning to grow the slightest beginnings of feelings toward her was unsettling, to say the least. After being so confident that Daenerys would be the only woman he would ever feel such ways about, he began questioning himself and his loyalty. He couldn't imagine what his sister would think if she knew his thoughts, let alone what she might do. Yet he tried to give himself excuses whenever he recalled his family tree. Aegon the Conqueror had two wives...
