A Game of Thrones (Privat)

“Actually, I did enjoy myself, to my own surprise” she said with a grin. She kept walking with her brother, but she couldn’t wait to get the shoes off, they were annoying her a lot. She turned her head and looked over his brother to the soft voice that had just spoken. Eric Baratheon. He bowed after he had spoken, with a smile.
“I most definitely will, Lord Baretheon” Rhaena said, turning on her Princess-mode.
“I believe both you and my brother here advanced to the next stage, congratulations” she continued.
“Thank you very much, Your Grace” Eric said with a smile. A girl’s voice was heard a few metres away.
“Eric!”. A brown haired girl, a bit younger, waved her hand. Looked very much like his sister. Eric bowed to both Rhaena and Aelor.
“If you excuse me, Your Graces, I will see you tonight” he said and stopped when they passed the girl, but Rhaena kept going. She felt a bolt of joy though her body; she had finally exchanged words with him. She looked at her brother.
“You definitely need a bath, brother” she said with a grin, waving her hand in front of her nose.

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Rhaenys walked with her husband.
“Rhaena is okay, love” she said, squeezing his hand.
“I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and I think we need to speak about this now, or in a month when the tournament is over” she said with a look on her husband. As they walked into the castle and to their bedroom, Rhaenys let go of Aegon’s hand, and sat down on the chest that stood in front of the bed.
“It’s our children’s future I’m worried about. You know the Maester told us that Rhaena’s sicknesses could affect her later in life” she said, fiddling with her fingers. She knew this was a sensitive subject for her husband; he wanted his children to marry each other to clean the Targaryen line. But now there was the question if that would be even possible.
“Aelor is getting older, and Rhaena hasn’t lost her Flower yet. I’m afraid that it’s the consequence of all the sicknesses. If it is, we need another plan” she said, looking at her husband. An event like this was a great opportunity to find a good suitor for their son, even tough Rhaenys wished with all her heart that Rhaena would lose her Flower soon instead.

"See, it's not as dull and brutish as you believe, my dear sister" he gives a quick nod in Erics direction to acknowledge that he was heard. "Lord Baratheon." being civil is a must, but every fiber of Aelor's being wishes to push the man as far away from his sister. When Eric has left he quickly puts his arm around Rhaena's shoulder, laughing as he pulls her close. "Oh, you say I need a bath? do I not smell of spices like you do?" he keeps laughing, teasing her is still one of his favorite things to do. The sweat is dripping of his forehead, even after years of this weather, he's not accustomed to the heat, even less in a full armour and chainmail. Aelor walks quickly and smiles , shaking his head. "I suppose I'll go and take that bath now, I need to look my best for tonight, do I not?" he lets her go and continues into the castle, again with Ewyn by his side.

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Aegon sighs as the mention of their children but allowed his sister to continue speaking , simply crossing his arms across his chest. "She will get it and they will wed. He would not waver in his decision, the Kings stubborness has clearly been passed down onto his children. "Rhaenys, we have discussed this so many times, I will not change my mind" a determined tone in his voice but the look in his eyes says differently. "If - if Rhaena does not flower, I have already arranged Jaehaerys* to wed his daughter to Aelor. It's finished." he groans , clenching his hands. "Rhaenys, do not look at me like that, any other girl would ruin it and I am not blind , I know he dislikes this idea, just as much as we did but it must be done"

“Yeah, get that stink off your body” Rhaena said to Aelor’s back as he walked away. Rhaena herself grabbed her bag and walked in a different direction. Since the tournament was counted as a festival of a sort, Rhaena was free to roam around as she wished (to a certain limit of course), since it was good for the people to actually see the Royal Family act like everybody else. This was a great opportunity for Rhaena to walk around without getting scolded for it. Perfect. She made her way through the forest up to the cliff, and sat down under her tree. She pulled out her notebook.

Dear Diary.
The day has finally come. I lost my Flower tonight. Nobody knows yet, and I intend to keep it that way. I’m not ready to get betrothed, especially not to Aelor. I love my brother, but I can’t see myself as his wife – imagine having to spend the rest of my life with him. It can’t happen, and I’m going to figure out a way to keep it from doing so.

The tournament started today – I feel bad that I wish for Aelor to lose. Not only would it be an opportunity for Eric to win, it would also get Aelor off his high horse. Sometimes he can be bloody unbearable.

Rhaena looked up as she heard steps. She quickly put her notebook in her bag. A girl walked through the trees towards the cliff. She had honey coloured hair and a cute, pink dress. The girl glanced at Rhaena, and suddenly realized who she was looking at.
“Oh – Your Grace – I didn’t realize…” she started and Rhaena waved at her with a smile.
“The cliff is for everyone” she said and stood up. The girl smiled and curtsied. For some reason, Rhaena had always hated when people did that, at least people that weren’t working for her.
“My name is Rebecca Tyrell” the girl said and Rhaena nodded.
“Rhaena” she said, as if the girl didn’t already know that. Rebecca smiled and they started talking; they had actually quite a bit in common.

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Sometimes, her husband’s stubbornness would make her mad. She sighed.
“Well, how great that you’re keeping me in light about these things” she said before rising from the chest she was sitting on and leaving her husband in the bedroom. God, would it be so hard for him to communicate once in a while?

"I smell wonerful" Aelor laughs , walking away.
People curtsy and bow to her, greeting Rhaena kindly, some girls smile kindly, whispering about her dress and pretty hair.

Rebecca smiles sweetly. "It's such a pleasure to meet you, Princess" she sits down with Rhaena, happily chatting about everything and nothing. Her hair i in a usual flowing Southern hairstyle, her hair seems soft and gilded like the rose on her banner. "Did you enjoy the tournament today, Princess?" she ask, smiling excitedly. "The Prince did very well" a blush crosses her cheeks, makes her look sweet and innocent.

Rhaena smiled.
“He sure did, I’m proud of him, advancing to the next stage” she said, leaving out the fact that she didn’t even want her own kin to win. Rhaena noted how Rebecca blushed a bit when she mentioner Aelor; if she fancied him, she wasn’t alone. Many girls wanted to have the Prince himself, but unfortunately for them (and for Rhaena), he was unavailable. Rhaena was just about to say something else when she heard the screech of Ellya, who flew over the trees. The dragon landed in front of the girls, blinking its big, red eyes at them. She made a little screech again, moving closer to Rebecca, looking interested at her.
“She’s not dangerous” Rhaena assured Rebecca with a smile. She held out her hand and Ellya made her way towards her instead, buffing her hand with her nose. She looked over at Rebecca.
“Was that your brother who fell and hit his head?” she asked, surely that had been a Tyrell boy, right?

"I'm certain anyone wouls be proud of him, he fought well" she smiles, the blush is still there, but faint.
"Oh!" Rebecca gasps aa she sees Ellya. "She's wonderful but ..but frightning flr something so small" she admits to being afraid.

As Ellya touches her hand she smiles. "Oh, he did" she frowns slightly. "I think he'll be alright, I pray that he will be" she continues, obviously worried. With a slight shake of her head, her mood seems to shift. "It does not seem like The Prince has a betrothed yet, is that so?" a small smile forms on her lips and the blush returns to colour her cheeks. "I apologize if that was a rude question but Prince Aelor is so handsome and -" giggles as Ellya nudges her leg. "Gods, she's so warm, are they always like that?" She seems like a sweet girl, perhaps somewhat distracted.

Did Aelor have a betrothed? Well, no. At least not in the sense of the rules, they weren’t bethroted yet. That was why Rhaena decided to shake her head. She didn’t want to discuss her future marriage to her own brother with a stranger.
“He hasn’t” she said with a smile. Take him if you want to, she thought for herself.

She laughed and nodded.
“Yes, they are always warm, just as their riders. The dragon blood in my, and my family’s, veins protect us from getting burned” she said and stroked Ellya over her head. The red dragon screeched before flapping its wings. It rose from the ground and quickly flew out of sight, above the trees.

"I suppose the whole realm would have heard if he did" She smiles kindly and nods when Rhaena speaks, her hands are clasped delicately over her lap and her legs are together, Rebecca truly behaves like a lady, the kind of girl that Aelor and the Kingdom want Rhaena to be.

"Oh" Rebecca looks up in wonder as the little dragon flies off, smiling. "I've only seen a dragon once, years ago when His Grace visited Highgarden, it was terrifying but of course, my brother's loved it, wished they had their own, but that privilege is only for the royal family, since no one else can tame them." he sighs wistfully "somehow I've always found it to sound so ..romantic" Rebecca gently rubs the back of her hand, seems to be lost in her thoughts for a moment

Rhaena couldn’t help but notice how lady like Rebecca was. She threw a look on her own bare feet and her shoes which lied in the grass next to her. Rhaena sure wasn’t behaving like a proper lady; even Rebecca’s hands and legs were positioned properly. It sure didn’t look comfortable at all. And no matter how Rhaena sat, she was still a Princess, so why did it matter if she sat with her legs crossed or not? Of course she knew the answer to that question, but still.

Rhaena smiled.
“Well, father’s dragon is the biggest of them all. Although I’ve never heard someone call dragons romantic, but I guess I could see your point” she said, looking up in the sky where Ellya had disappeared.

Rebecca keeps her shy smile and hands neatly clasped on her lap. "It must be wonderful to live in the Capital, the buildings are so grand and intricately decorated" She says. So speaks a girl who's never set her foot in Flea Bottom but seems sweet enough to do so. Her admiration of the Capital and the Royal family seem genuine.

"Mayhaps I am being silly, thinking dragons and their riders to be romantic" Which is no doubt from her attraction to the Prince but one can't truly blame the girl for it, who doesn't dream about being a Princess and one day a Queen. "Are you excited about the dance, Princess?" She asks in a sweet voice, looking at Rhaena with her pretty eyes