A Game of Thrones (Privat)

Aegon looked at his son.
“Two wives are out of the question” he said with a stern look on his face. Aegon was not going to ruin his chances of cleansing his line. He continued pacing the room, but stopped when his son asked what would happen if he lost the tournament.
“You won’t lose the tournament” Aegon started, but of course he knew that it could happen. It wouldn’t be a big tragedy really, but it all depended on who won in his place.
“but if it was to happen, it’s best for you if it’s not a Baratheon asking to dance with your sister in the evening” he said with a voice he only used when he was dead serious, looking his son right in the eyes. Usually the winner of the tournament asked the Princess for a dance during the evening, and Aegon sure didn’t want to see Rhaena dance with some Baratheon boy. He sure saw the flick of worry in his son’s eyes. He laid a hand on the red mark on his cheek, inspecting the irritated cheek.
“And please don’t upset your mother anymore” he said before waving dismissingly towards Aelor, turning his back towards him and facing the desk instead.

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Rhaena looked at the sea, and back to the castle. She sighed, and started to climb down the tree again. It was better if her mother didn’t find her like this. When she landed on the grass, she put her shoes on, and Ellya landed in front of her. She screeched, and Rhaena stroked her head.
“You sure know when to show up” she said and walked towards the castle with Ellya next to her, just taking in the beauty of the garden around her.

"If he should win? what should I do? move him out of the way? force myself to dance with her?" Aelor can't quiet the nagging voice in his head that worries him about the outcome of the tournament. A deep sigh passes his lips , grateful for the lack of anger in his fathers voice. "I'll do my best but sometimes she makes it too easy to toy with her. I suppose that is not worth a slap." At the sight of the wave he bows , excuses himself and leaves, motioning for Ewyn to come with him as he closes the heavy door behind him. Might be time for a trip to the kitchens to steal a few sweets of fruit to satiate his hunger after the training and sparring that he's done since breaking his fast.

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The smell of burnt meat is in the air, as dragons only eat cooked meat , one can assume that the creatures are getting hungry.

There are beautiful flowers and roses growing in the gardens , along with a myriad of fruit trees that were planted on the request of her mother when the ground was fertile once again. Pears, apples , oranges and peaches hang from their branches , giving the garden some well needed colour. The garden and orchard is Queen Rhaenys favorite place, as it reminds her of the few happy times in Dorne with her mothers side of the family.

During the winter the people grew closer as snow and ice covered the Realm, only after the spring began anew did their true faces show again, the greed of the Lannisters returned , vanity of the Tyrells but the arrogance and power of house Targaeryen never faltered nor did the honor of House Stark. But he other houses are as decientful as they have always been, kissing the boots of whomever is King.

Aelor makes his way to the kitchens, speaking sweetly to one of the scullerymaids while taking a ready tart from a tray , his mother would certainly not approve, but a man has to eat, does he not? with two tarts for himself and two for Ewyn in hand, they heads back out, towards the garden, hoping to find a spot that overlooks´the ocean, blue and green in colour as the sun shines and a dreary black during the night.

As Rhaena walked towards the castle, she saw Aelor and Ewyn walk out of it. They were carrying tarts. Plural. Rhaena grinned.
“Need some fattening up before the game, do we?” she teased and looked at the plate in her brother’s hand. Her silver braid had fallen over her shoulder during her little climb, and she slung it across her back instead. She looked at her brother, and raised her eyebrow at his cheek.
“You tell me that I can’t have visible bruises, and then you piss off mother and get that? Very hypocritical of you, dear brother” she said with a gesture towards his cheek. Sure, Rhaena had felt the wrath of her mother’s hand across her cheek from time to time, but she believed Aelor had felt it more than twice as many times.


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"This is to keep me from starving" Aelor replies quickly , taking a large bite out of one of the tarts, nearly half of it. "You're a Princess, that is not becoming of one. I on the other hand am allowed to have bruises, from whatever they may come from." he reaches out to pluck a small twig from his sisters hair. "playing in the trees again, are we?" his eyes move towards her feet, sighing. "put your bloody shoes on before someone sees you. this is foolish, you're not a child." another scolding from the ever dutiful Crown Prince and elder brother.

Ewyn bows as one should. "Princess" he can't help but to crack a small smile at the twigs and slight tousle of her hair. He would never admit to caring for the Princess , especially not since she will be we to his best friend and her brother. His dark brown hair is cut short to be easily managed and washed, nothing like his friend Aelor's thick silver mane.

Another huff from the Prince shows the weariness of looking out for his little sister. In all honesty, shoes should not be difficult to wear.

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Rhaena laughed. She decided not to comment on what he said about her not being allowed bruises just because of her being a Princess. She hated the fact that she was treated differently because of her being a woman.
“Well, it doesn’t fit you at all” she said and looked at the angry, red mark. He must have done or said something really bad to get their mother to give such a hard slap. Rhaena couldn’t help but wondering what. Her eyes went to Ewyn, the obedient little shadow of Aelor. At least he was amused by Rhaenas ways of living her life, in contrast to Aelor. And mother. And father. Rhaena remembered one time when they were younger, and Ewyn still was just a friend of Aelor’s, and her handmaids had whispered about Ewyn having a crush on her. She didn’t know if it was true, though.

She turned her attention towards her brother, a bit annoyed that she happened to have a twig in her hair. So much for being discreet. She held up her shoes in front of him.
“For your information, my shoes are bro—“. She stopped mid-sentence, and her words were replaced by her drawing her breath. Pain had made its way from her lower abdomen to her brain, screaming to her how it hurt. Instinctively, Rhaena dropped her shoes and put her hand on her stomach, leaning a bit forward. It wasn’t hunger, it felt like something tried to drag her organs out through her stomach. Another wave of pain hit her, and she cried out a little, her face turning a bit pale. Right now she didn’t really care how she looked like, and her eyes made their way to her brother’s.
“Aelor – I don’t –“ she was interrupted again by the pain, this time she cried out louder. What in the world was going on?

"It fits me just fine, I'll have you know. My dear sister." He laughs, rubbing the bruise on his neck. Aelor nudges his friends arm before taking another bite from his tart, the poor treat is being abused by the rough handling of the Prince.

Aelor's eye are filled with worry as he easily picks his sister into his arms and ordering Ewyn to to prepare the Maester. As he quickly hurries to the Masters solar, heart breaking for his sister. He's seen people react that way to snake bites and burn injuries, he himself has a few scars from such encounters. He places Rhaena down on a table, unaware of the blood on his dark surcoat and shirt. "What's wrong with her." He demands, shouting at the elderly man, half greying hair and with a full Maesters chain around his neck.

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Rhaena cried out again when her brother turned into a different person. He got softer, and she felt his hands as he carefully picked her up and carried her into the castle with hurried steps. She was laid down on a table, and a wave of pain washed over her again.
“It huuuurts” she cried out and kept her hand on her stomach. She felt the hands of the elderly Maester on her stomach and chest as he listened to her heartbeats. As he pushed carefully on her stomach, Rhaena cried out again.
“Are you insane? I just said it hurts!” she exclaimed but regretted it instantly. It wasn’t his fault that it hurt. But she just needed to get her emotions out, and unfortunately, the Maester was closest. She watched as the Maester turned to Aelor.
“I believe we need to get the Princess to her bed, and we should also let the Queen know what’s going on” he said and once again moved his hands over Rhaena. She didn’t get what was happening; didn’t he know what was going on? The Maester turned to Rhaena and started asking questions about food and whatnot. He scratched his head when Rhaena declined all of his suggestions; the pain had started abruptly and was not caused by food.

The Maester helped Rhaena to a sitting position, and it actually made it feel better. He looked at her with a concerned look on his face.
“I could give you some milk of the poppy, You Grace” he said, but Rhaena shook her head. She had gotten milk of the poppy a few times; sure, the pain went away but it filled her head with clouds and made her all foggy. She didn’t want to experience that again.
“I think we need to observe if it will go away by itself. If it hasn’t within 24 hours, we need to try some other things” the Maester said and Rhaena looked at him with a grim face. She had to be in pain for 24 hours? She understood why, but it wasn’t what she had thought her evening was going to be like. And with the tournament coming up, what if she was truly ill? She clenched her teeth and made a growling sound when the pain washed over her again, and she clumsily got off the table and staggered towards the door.
“I need my bed” she mumbled and supported herself with her hand on the wall.

Aelor seems at a loss of what to do, simply nods to the Maesters suggestion and turns to go and fetch Rhaenys. His motions are stopped by the sounds of his sister so he stops. A few quick steps and he's back at Rhaena's side, trying to help her.

A well placed but undeserved glare towards the Maester does little to help. He notices Rhaena standing up and quickly takes her arm to aid her. "I know you can walk by yourself but it is quicker if I help. Do not argue with me, Rhaena." A commaninding tone comes out, more from worry than the urge to assert himself. Aelor scoops her up again , with ease as Ewyn opens the door, letting them pass. With a order from the Prince Ewyn quickly leaves to fetch the Queen.

"You'll be alright, little sister" He says while keeping a rather quick pace towards her chambers.

Rhaena couldn’t help but laugh when Aelor told her not to object. He knew her well, that she wanted to be independent and take care of herself. But with this pain, she just didn’t have the energy to object. As they came into her chambers, she welcomed her bed with open arms. The pain was gone for the moment, and she looked up at her brother. Her caring, loving brother when the time was right.
“Thank you” she said very quietly, but she actually meant it. She reacted when the door was flung open and her mother paced into the room, kneeling down on the bed beside her.
“Rhaena, what’s going on?” she asked, with the worry clearly ringing in her voice. She stroke her daughters forehead, and was relieved to find it cool, she hadn’t a fever at least.
“It’s okay, mother, I’m not dying” Rhaena said, glad that she could still crack jokes. Another wave washed over her, and she gritted her teeth, growling softly.

Rhaenys stood up, turning her attention towards her son. She kissed his forehead and stroked the cheek where she had slapped him before, kind of regretting it now.
“We’re lucky you were there, dear” she said and looked at Rhaena, who was in pain again.
“How did it happen? Did she eat anything? What did the Maester say?” she asked, looking at her son again.

Aelor can't help but to smile from his sisters honest words. The joy did not last long as he sees her troubled face. He flinched at the sudden opening of the door and the hurried sound of his mothers heels.

The fussing is understandable, since Rhaena does not feel well, he himself did it a moment ago. "You could be dying." He amswers , a reflex , no ill will behind it. "I'm sorry, I did not mean it" Aelor dodges a swat from his mother and answers her questions.

"I don't now, it looked like she was stabbes but there was no one there. I wouldn't know if she has eaten anything., mother, I haven't been at her side the whole time" he shakes his head, making his silver hair fly about slightly. "He claims not to know the cause, told her to rest for a day or so" a quick explaination seems needed.