Who Shall Be Your King?

April 4, 2012 in Game Of Thrones, House Targaryen, Threading by Rhaenyra Targaryen

Aegon II Targaryen: Greetings, dear sister.

Rhaenyra Targaryen: Brother, how are you this day?

Aegon II Targaryen: Oh, you know how it is. It is ever dull in King’s Landing. Let’s go hunt with our dragons, sister!

Rhaenyra Targaryen:  Yes! Lets do. Have you named yours?

Aegon II Targaryen: Great dragons have names.

Rhaenyra Targaryen: <~>

Aegon II Targaryen: Mine shall be Senestrion. Pray, tell me, what was yours?

Rhaenyra Targaryen: Oooo I like it……… humm……I think mine shall be Alistair.

Aegon II Targaryen: Hah! Then let us fly!

Aegon II Targaryen: Shall we bring our friend, Ser Criston, dear sister? He is a Kingsguard…

Rhaenyra Targaryen:  Yes, we should!

Aegon II Targaryen: Hah! If only the bold knight has his own dragon.

Rhaenyra Targaryen:  Yes, and he is likely to fall……leave the man.

Aegon II Targaryen: Likely. Still, he is supposed to protect us. Anyways, let us walk to the DragonPit, sister.

Rhaenyra Targaryen: Oh yes, I forget that we need him I guess he can ride with me.  Okay  Let us go

Aegon II Targaryen: And ride pillion? That’s a sight to see. *starts walking out of the Throne Room*

Rhaenyra Targaryen:  ~Throws back a little wine and follows my brother~

Aegon II Targaryen: Haha. Fast. What, you’ll let him drive Alistair?

Rhaenyra Targaryen:  Drive! Never!

Aegon II Targaryen: Good. I had thought that was your intention. He might be a great knight, but he is no Targaryen. No blood of a dragon.

Rhaenyra Targaryen:  Ha! ~walks towards the door of dragons keep and looks to my brother~ Pillion stays here. Shall we ride then?

Aegon II Targaryen: We shall! *shouts to guards* Guards, bring me my dragon!

Rhaenyra Targaryen:  Do you think the guards ever fear them? ~watch’s as Aegon looks on with a sly smile on his face~

Aegon II Targaryen: Oh, they do fear them. *laughs* Everyday.

Aegon II Targaryen: *the guards brought out the dragons and handed me the reins to Senestrion, a dragon of black and dark blue scales* Let’s do this, sister!

Rhaenyra Targaryen: ~ I take the reigns of my beautiful beast from the boy that has sheepishly brought him to me. I laugh at the child. I then walk to Alistairs face, he lowers his head for me. I gaze into his beautiful red eyes and rub his snout. After a moment of this I realize brother is waiting for me. I climb on the beast~ Let us ride!!

Aegon II Targaryen: *we flew high. I looked down and saw the smallfolk below looking up at us* They always love it when we fly. *I shouted*

Rhaenyra Targaryen:  Yes the do. ~I answer brother, knowing I am of the blood of a dragon unlike the small folk. The wind is strong this day.~ What shall we hunt brother? ~I pat my beast on the side~

Aegon II Targaryen: Let’s burn eagles or hawks, sister! Always a fun thing to do. Or catch massive fish on the Blackwater, though I doubt Senestrion would eat fish.
Or, we could look for aurochs in the open.

Rhaenyra Targaryen:  HA! Fish, never would Alistair eat. A few hawks would suffice. ~ I say rather loudly through the air.~ Aurochs! Yes! But first lets burn a few hawks!

Aegon II Targaryen: Good! Sister, follow me.

Rhaenyra Targaryen: Indeed ~does as he commands~

Aegon II Targaryen: *banks Senestrion to the left* *heads toward a cliff*

Rhaenyra Targaryen: ~follows him faithfully, a bit unsure~

Aegon II Targaryen: *starts flying low* *lands*

Rhaenyra Targaryen:  ~the rush consumes me, as we hit the ground~

Aegon II Targaryen: *get’s off the dragon and motions Rhaenyra to get off as well*

Rhaenyra Targaryen:  ~jumps down~

Aegon II Targaryen: I wanted to talk to you about something, sister.

Rhaenyra Targaryen: ~my heart drops~ What is it brother?

Aegon II Targaryen: How is our old father? He’ll be dead soon, won’t he?

Rhaenyra Targaryen: ~disturbed by his question~ I fear the day when all will change. Aegon know’S that I am meant for the throne, though he is the first born male heir I was trained for this~ Father will be fine ~I lie~ And do you have concern for him so that you may live long with him or is there another reason?

Aegon II Targaryen: You will be Queen…

Rhaenyra Targaryen:  ~I eye him quizzically~

Aegon II Targaryen: Tell me, sister, will you pardon Criston from his duties as Kingsguard and make him your king? I’ve heard rumors. Don’t deny it

Rhaenyra Targaryen:  What rumors have you heard dear brother?

Aegon II Targaryen: You and him. Lovers.

Rhaenyra Targaryen:  Lovers ~laughs~ where have you heard these “rumors’s”

Aegon II Targaryen: Oh, I have ears everywhere, too, as does every other lord. That’s why I brought you here, where no one else can hear. So tell me, are they true?
*eyes her suspiciously*

Rhaenyra Targaryen:  No, never. I am as pure as a new born babe ~I answer cautiously~

Aegon II Targaryen: Pure. Who’ll you make king, then?

Rhaenyra Targaryen: ~holds my body motion~ Why should I make any man King? I will be Queen that should suffice.

Aegon II Targaryen: We should rule together! *I blurted out in the moment*

Rhaenyra Targaryen: Together?

Aegon II Targaryen: Yes, together. Like Aegon the Conqueror and his sisters.

Rhaenyra Targaryen: ~I walk closer to him and touch his check gently, then turn away and look to the dragons~ Father is not near dead and you are concerned with the throne already brother. Tell me, what are your intentions with this then?

Aegon II Targaryen: Father is weak in his bed, being tended by the maesters. The Stranger will take him soon, it’s inevitable. I can’t let you marry Criston, nor a Martell if you want Dorne. We must keep our bloodlines pure, sister.

Rhaenyra Targaryen: Does father know of this?

Aegon II Targaryen: No

Rhaenyra Targaryen: Then Criston?

Aegon II Targaryen: No one knows, sister.

Rhaenyra Targaryen: ~ I can sense that he has malicious intent. I can not give him any claim to the throne. considering how to discourage him I notice Alistair foraging~ Brother let us hunt now! ~ I turn to walk off~

Aegon II Targaryen: *sighs. this did not went as i wanted.* Fine, let’s burn some hawks. *walks to Senestrion and pat him on the neck before climbing up*

Rhaenyra Targaryen:  ~ I smile slyly at brother. He is still young. Mayhap he know no better, I think light heartedly~

Aegon II Targaryen: *flies high, with a sullen look in the face. why wasn’t i born earlier? i thought*

Rhaenyra Targaryen:  ~Follows brother as I always will. At least I hope~

~~~~~~~~~~ fade to black ~~~~~~~~~~