~The Dragon's Sister || Game Of Thrones (Currently Under a Rewrite)

Till Our Last Day

Dragonstone remained still as thunder rumbled in the hours of late night. 

   A bolt of lightning then shot into the darkened room and Vaerya was jolted awake. The muffled sound of pouring rain caused the princess to blink, her mind tracing to where she was now. Only a heartbeat later and her nerves had settled in remembrance of her tracks--sitting in the throne of her birthplace throughout a terrible storm, alone. 

   Until she was not. As another clash of thunder came, Vaerya's body seized up as she caught glimpse of a figure standing several feet away, their face driven to hers. Though as lightning illuminated the dark throne room, Vaerya once again eased herself. The face that came into view through the bolt of light was familiar and comforting at the same, though she sought out a glance of worry in his eyes before it slipped away. 

   Arton had woken to a horrendous burst of thunder and found himself alone in the bed without the woman beside him. For a moment, his mind wondered to the possibility of her out on a ride with her she-dragon, for he knew her love of riding on dragonback. As minutes ticked by, however, he grew concerned of where the lady had gone off to. He had grown quite fond of her, after all. 

   "When I had found the bed empty, I had first thought you had gone out riding." He spoke. 

   Vaerya sat up in the throne, though her mind was still drowsy. "My love for riding was an option, yes," she quietly replied. "Though a storm such as this convinced me otherwise." 

   The Dornishman smiled and gave a little chuckle. "Indeed. This weather has not been this harsh in nearly two decades. I remember memories of it as a child on the day you and your sister were born in."

   "Do you?"

   "Quite fairly, yes. The majority of that storm ravaged throughout The South, but the waves in Dorne became so vile that the ports were shut down for a week. Though my father told me nothing, I could see the worry in his eyes as he feared for the safety of my siblings and I." He explained. 

   The princess tilted her head to the side. "Then tell me, Lord Arton," she said, "do you remember seeing such a storm in your lifetime?"

   Arton was puzzled. "This was nearly twenty years ago, My Lady." He replied.

   "Indeed, it was."

   The man's confusion turned pleasant, and he laughed. Vaerya's lips turned into a smile, and soon, she found herself laughing along with him. The ravaging storm outside seemed to have gone soft as their voices came together. Arton was first to recollect himself and looked back at the woman in her beautiful gown. He smiled. 

   From where she stood, Vaerya may as well have been mistaken as a goddess, perhaps a fine warrior had she been born with such skill. They had only meet for less than two years, and despite it, Arton would have found himself a fool had he not met her that night in Mereen. No woman--or man alive--could ever have stolen his heart as she had, for he had not just searched for her to return with him to bed. 

   As Vaerya's joyful voice cooled, her eyes returned to him, and she smiled once again. That gave Arton the push he needed to ask what he had longed to ask for. And the response for Vaerya to stand up from the throne and walk to him. 

   "Have you ever wondered to where fate may lead us after all of this is over?" Asked Arton, who stepped towards Vaerya. "We defeat our enemies; we bring down Cersei. What else were to happen afterwards?"

   "Daenerys takes the Iron Throne. Westeros is restored to which all are happy and free. I become Queen of Dragonstone."

   "What about us? What about our story; should it end, when does it end, where do we end up? What if our stories together are what fate destined for us since the start and to the end?" 

   Vaerya paused, not in reluctance or denial, but in anticipation. "I had never thought that far ahead quite yet." She spoke. "But do tell me that if you see a future of us together, would be something you would want more than anything?"

   A wave of shadow came over Arton before lightning struck, and as it did, the pair were a breath take away. "I see nothing of it but the life we were both denied of. I see nothing but you and me, a son or daughter or both, travelling from Dorne to the Summer Isles with nothing but a ship fashioned to your choice. I see you and I living our lives together without fear or regret, and when our days should come to an end, I shall know that I would have done it all over again with Vaerya Targaryen." 

   Silence was her only response. For a minute. And when she was close enough for him to pull her in, her eyes grew soft with love and warmth. "Tell me, where should we travel to first?" 

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The storm ran rampant through the entire night. The winds grew harsh and the rain evermore hasty. But on that night, something else blew through, longer than any other nights left in the future, for Vaerya had taken Arton's hand as his lover, and his Queen. 

   Before that night, they were no more than two people who longed for each other's presence of their own pleasure. Now they were partners in marriage with nothing but love and care for each other.

   They were meant to be.