(Rhaegon's POV)
"Rhaegon..." Myrcella said as we sat on the bench, underneath the night sky, "I'm happy...."
I felt her hand on mine, it was so soft, pressing tightly.
I looked at her, she had a warm smile on her face; So beautiful. I never noticed how truly beautiful she was. She always had a smile whenever I saw her. Every time she laid her eyes on me, they lit up and her beautiful smile appeared.
"Y-Yea....?" I said as I blinked
"Everything went so fast, didn't it?" She said with a chuckle as she blushed, "We're married now. And well.....we.....you know..."
I nodded, "Yea, It did go by fast." I said as I looked down, "Too fast...."
"I know you're stressed. All of this..." She said, "You know you can open up to me. You don't have to speak to just the girls. You know that, right?"
I looked at her, "Thank you." I said, "I know that."
She smiled and she patted my cheek, "I have always wanted this." She said softly, "You may have not, but I did. This was selfish, but I also want the best for you. My feelings for you have always been pure."
"I....I know." I said with a slight smile
Maybe I was a fool, focusing on myself, that I never realized how much this mattered to her. I had always claimed that I cared for her, that I loved her. But I never realized that those words reached her deeply and she took them too seriously, in a way that I didn't intend.
She was pure. She was good. She was everything that I didn't deserve.
But why did I not deserve her? Was it because I already had three other women in my bed? Was it something else? Why did I go about and ignore Myrcella's feelings?
Maybe she was right, I was too busy in the skies that I never bothered to look down at the ground. She wasn't up there with us, with Aunt Dany and I. Myrcella deserves to be a dragonrider as much as I did, as much as Daenerys did. Yet, she never got the chance. For so long, she yearned to be with me. For so long, she looked at me from below. Many lords have offered to take her hand, as many would even dare, despite the vile rumors spread about her. She was still a beautiful girl, with an amazing smile.
And now, she was mine. She was my wife.
It's a different feeling that what I'd expected, getting married and all.
"Rhaegon?" She said with a frown, "Something the matter?"
I shook my head, "No." I said, "It's fine."
"C-Can you say it?" She asked
"Say what?" I said
"Y-You know..." She said
I reached for her cheek and patted it, "Oh." I said with a slight smile and leaned in, "You want that?"
She nodded, "Please....." she said softly
"Alright." I said, "I love you."
She closed her eyes, a single tear running down her cheek, "I..." She said, "I don't know if it's genuine....but hearing it.....feels good..."
"Look at me." I told her
She opened her eyes, "Yes?"
"I do." I said, "Don't ever forget it."
I leaned in closer and kissed her on the lips.
I felt that she jumped up in surprise but immediately composed herself as our lips met. Her arms wrapped around my neck as I held her gently, kissing her softly as she ran her hands to my cheeks.
I pulled away and I saw a look of bliss on her face.
"Ah...." She said with a slight chuckle, "R-Rhaegon..."
"It will only be you four, I promise." I said seriously, "Whatever trouble we meet in the future, we'll handle it."
She nodded, "Y-Yes..." She said with a determined face, "I know what I got myself into....."
"I want you to know, Myrcella..." I said as I patted her cheek, "At first, I did it for duty. All of this thrust onto my shoulders all of a sudden.....It is a lot.....a lot...."
"I know." She whispered as she leaned closer and hugged my neck, "I'm here for you..."
"But now...." I said softly, "I want to do it for you all....you hear me? I care for you, I always have. I'm doing a duty, but I love you. You may love me more in that aspect, yes....but I always had love for you, you were my family. But now, you are my Wife. And I will be nothing but good to you. I will not betray your trust, Myrcella."
She smiled, "Thank you." She said softly
I heard a throat clear, "Ahem."
We both jumped up to see The King and Queen standing a couple of feet away from us.
"F-Father! Mother!" Myrcella said as she blushed
"We interrupting?" Uncle asked with a raised eyebrow
Aunt smiled, "Look at them.." She said as she hugged his arm, "So adorable..."
I stood up and bowed slightly, "Y-Your Grace..." I said flustered
He smiled, "Hehe." He said as he walked up to us, "Look at you two...you look perfect together...."
He patted my shoulder as I looked down.
"R-Right..." I said
"Father..." Myrcella said as she stood up, "We were having a moment."
"Oh, my sweet sweet girl." Aunt Cersei said, "Soon, you'll depart to Summerhall and stay with Rhaegon...."
"Right...." I said as I looked at them, "I hope it's not trouble."
"Of course not." Uncle said with a smile, "She's your wife."
"Well, she's the King's daughter." I muttered
"You have my blessing, Rhaegon." He said as he looked at me and held me by the back of the neck, "Your Father is like my brother, we have a bond thicker than blood. But you? You are my blood as well. And you're like my son. A son I got to see grow up into a magnificent man."
I smiled, "T-Thank you, Uncle."
"I hope the two of you give me beautiful grandchildren." Aunt said, "I can only hope what they look like."
"Ah, a Targaryen with silver-white hair and blue eyes, I hope!" Uncle said with a laugh as he backed up, "Now that would be perfect!"
"You think so?" I said
"Hair color can skip a generation, I hope." He said, "So...."
He raised his eyebrow, implying something that I didn't catch on.
"What?" I asked
Aunt looked at me, "Did you consummate?"
"Oh..." I said as I looked away, "Well...."
Myrcella grabbed my hand, "No worries, Mother." She said, "We did."
"Ah." Uncle said, "Well, here's hoping, eh?"
"Y-Yea..." I said, "Let's hope."
"Don't forget, Rhaegon." He suddenly said with a serious tone, "You're like my son...."
"My only one..."
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(Third Person POV)
[Somewhere In Essos]
A massive black dragon sat atop a cliff, and it overlooked a field, a massive camp of Dothraki. The sounds of screaming filled the air. There was a successful pillage that day, this specific part of the Great Khalassar had just raided a few villages with serious brutality.
The spoils of the raid were being celebrated; food, treasures, and slaves. There was nothing but death and blood that day, the Dothraki did what they did best; brutal savagery.
Drogon, the Great Khalassar's mighty Dragon, was not involved in the raid one bit. The Great Khal sat back on that day and indulged himself in his female slaves while his mount feasted on livestock and human corpses that were not used. They had been waiting on word from Valerion, to move in with the Golden Company and invade Dorne.
Well, the time was nearly here.
In the middle of the camp, several tall warriors walked through, clad in black armor and wielded long pole-arms.
They reached a tent and went through its entrance. Inside, the Great Khal's mother, Meleys, sat on a couch, surrounded by many of her servants. In front of her, there were several slave girls on the ground, crawling about with collars on their necks. On the collars, a chain was connected, held by Meleys's hand as she leaned back in leisure.
One of the men walked forward, "Lady Meleys." He said with a deep and thick accent
She was leaning back, opening her mouth as one of her servants placed a grape in it, "What do you want?" She asked the man in armor
"Where is the Great Khal?" He said, "It's nearly time."
Meleys chewed her grape as she pulled on the chains, pulling on the neck of one of the slave girls, who was holding back tears.
"Tch, who do you think you are?" She scowled at the man, "Demanding for my son. Do you know who he is? He's the Great Khal Drogo's son!"
Meleys, up close, was beautiful, gorgeous, and flat-out sexy. She was without a doubt one of the most beautiful women in Essos, rivaled by her "sister", Syras. Despite her age, which was close to Vaemon's, she looked youthful. She almost looked like a maiden, but there was a certain hint of maturity in her eyes. Her body was thin yet healthy, with young curves that would make any woman her actual age jealous. Her long and pale white hair was that of a pure-blooded Targaryen or Valyrian, it flowed down lushly. Her eyes were as vibrant as any young maiden's.
The only thing that would disrupt that youthful and ethereal beautiful face was her hideous scowl and the enraged glare she would give people.
"Meleys.....The High-Priestess-" The Man said
"Shut up." a voice said in Drothraki
Through the tent-door to the side, Khal Daegon walked through, only wearing his pants.
Meleys smiled, a sweet and geniuine, "My beloved beauty..." She said in Dothraki, "Valerion says it's nearly time."
Daegon walked up to one of the slave girls on the ground, who looked up in fear, "Her." He said as he extended his arm at his mother, asking for the chain
Meleys handed the chain of the girl to one of her servant and nodded at Daegon. The servant took it and handed it to Daegon who pulled on it firmly, pulling the girl towards the girl and causing her to hit her face.
"A-Ah!" she grunted
Daegon then pulled it up and the girl yanked upwards, nearly choking.
"How many times did I tell you to not break your toys." Meleys scowled as she said in Dothraki, "Be easy."
"You said something about your Brother?" Daegon asked her, "What does he want?"
"We soon depart to invade." Meleys told him, "Prepare the Khalassar."
"After I finish tonight's feast." Daegon said as he began to walk away, pulling on the chain, and dragging the girl across the ground
"Aghh!" the girl cried, "P-Please....!"
"Daegon...." Meleys said with an annoyed tone, "I was going to use her...do NOT break her!"
Daegon ignored her and walked through the side tent-door and dragged the girl through. As he did so, the armored man caught a glimpse of a strange birth mark on the Khal's shoulder.
"What...?" He said softly
Meleys sighed, "What about the High-Priestess?" She asked
"R-Right...." the man cleared his throat, "She told me that when he reawakens....he wishes to see you....."
Meleys widened her eyes and stood up, "What?!" she said with pure surprise, "Father wants to see me?! He said that?!"
The Armored Man stepped back, "I'm not sure what he said...these are the High-Priestess's words." He said
There was a gleam in Meleys's eyes, "F-Father..." She said softly as she blushed slightly and covered her mouth, "After all these years...."
"He finally wants to see me..."