getting into a fb comment war with a friend cuz they seem to think i’m wrong about the line of succession and that Jon will get the throne before Dany.
Rhaegar died first so the throne would go to his dad’s remaining kids first aka Daney.
Right?! Thank you!
getting into a fb comment war with a friend cuz they seem to think i’m wrong about the line of succession and that Jon will get the throne before Dany.
They were going to marry. Viserys was going to be husband and father. Something he never thought he would achieve in his life, just like coming home to Westeros. But what he couldn’t imagine was traders coming into Dragonstone and assassins and other hired thugs being among their number.
He was glad that Daenerys had had him train with Grey Worm and he worked with Unsullied and Dothraki to defend Dragonstone, those that were still at Dragonstone and not away at holds and other places. He was doing well until he noticed the larger number of assassins were heading to where Daenerys was, talking no doubt with her favored female advisor and friend about the discussed wedding plans and Viserys charged forward, feeling his blood boiling as he plunged his sword into one of their backs and the closer they got to her the more Viserys’s anger grew.
There wasn’t a moment where his eyes weren’t clouded by bloodlust as he fought hearing the Dothraki behind him rage on through the battle. As one assassin had opened the door to Daenerys, Viserys tackled the man, his sword being flung aside, tumbling and struggling with the man as Viserys managed to straddle him and his fists hit the man, smashing his face in with his hands, the Dothraki who had finished off the rest of the man looked on,
Jhogo
being among them, placing a hand to stop the others as Viserys kept beating the man to a blood pulp, the face of the man had been beaten in so far that it hardly could tell who it had been.
He could hear his heartbeat in his ears and Viserys leaned back, fists bloodied from not only his blood but his victims, blood everywhere on his person and Jhogo went to Viserys before the Targaryen fell to one side, the adrenaline having left his body now that the threat had been dealt with. “Daenerys. Dany. Are you okay?” He asked as he pushed himself back to his full height, staggering a bit as he put his hand briefly on Jhogo’s arm to let him know that he would be fine. “Anah
davrae. Jhogo.” Viserys spoke his best Dothraki as he stumbled towards the woman. “No one hurt either of you?”
Before either of them could reply Viserys dashed out of the room, his blood still calling for more blood to be spilt as he went outside the gates he caught Viserion in the distance and he called out the dragon who in turn swooped down to meet Viserys, wondering what Viserys wanted until he smelt the blood and Viserys climbed on his back, the ‘traders’ ships were trying to leave but Viserys would not let them and he commanded Viserion “Dracarys” and suddenly the ship was on fire and the screams carried in the air. Viserys returned to Dragons tone and only got down from Viserion when Daenerys came outside.
“Air it out than” he tried once more before she used logic on him and he grumbled. “Doesn’t have to be a grand show…You’re father will give you away,” Brandon started to explain “and we get married here, in the Godswood, with the heart tree, in the sight of the Gods and than after words are exchanged, much shorter in length than those in the Sept and there is no priest. You are asked if you accept your husband, once you say yes we join hands and kneel before the tree. I remove my cloak after your maiden cloak and place it over you and than carry you off to the feast. That’s where most of the people will be and after the feast is…well” He gave a gesture to Jon and coughed “You know…”
“I know, I know you’re not.” He told her before she spoke of the Seven. “How would you like a small sept, for your Seven Gods. I know you don’t worship the Old Gods, nor do i expect you to follow them as you have your own Gods.” He told her as he had just had the idea and decided upon it. “And one bachelor. Benjen is going to the wall soon and shouldn’t marry. Eddard will be wed off to a noble woman soon, who I don’t know.”
“Did he?’ Rhaegar asked curiously as he thought of the bastards name and his whereabouts and how he didn’t look like him. “Well, my little Rhaenys looked more like her mother than I, it wouldn’t surprise me if any child Lyanna and I had looked more Stark than Targaryen, least one-” He stopped short reminding himself that he wouldn’t ever have another child with Lyanna. “If what i’m thinking is correct, i’m glad he looks more like his mother than myself. For his safety.”
“Th-the wall? what i-is he doing there?” He sputtered “How could either of you let him go to the wall?! He’s a child!” Rhaegar asked, suddenly angry. He would now, never get to see Jon, if he did turn out to be his son. But they couldn’t know for sure if his thoughts were true or not because well, Eddard was dead, Lyanna was dead. “Now…if what i’m thinking is to be true…I’ll never know:
“You of all people can’t believe in the curse of Harrenhall, Catelyn Stark? I’m surprised.” For as long as he had known her, Rhaegar would have lossed money had he bet on her not being superstitious.
“Get your dress out of the trunks than, we’ll get a banner from one of your fathers men and one of one from my own and we can use those as stand in cloaks.” He told her with ease, quick on the thinking, himself having no idea where his houses cloak was at.
“Not ever wedding needs to be planned and outlined, nor need fancifulness to it. We’re not royals.” He chuckled as he put his large hand over her smaller one and squeezed it. “A few weeks ago I could have been dead. A few weeks later who knows what could happen. I want you now Cat. We’ve waited far too long for this. Far too long. I want you to be my wife, not so that I can just bed you, but because I want to start a life with you.”
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 / 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.
- ❛ What happened? ❜
- ❛ How are your injuries? ❜
- ❛ Just promise me you’ll stay here. ❜
- ❛ You can’t blame yourself. ❜
- ❛ You know I’m here for you, right? ❜
- ❛ I’ve never seen you like this before. ❜
- ❛ When I wake up, you won’t be there. ❜
- ❛ Okay. You get to leave now. ❜
- ❛ No. I don’t believe you. ❜
- ❛ Just.. put down the very sharp knife… ❜
- ❛ It wasn’t your fault. It hurts. ❜
- ❛ This isn’t you. ❜
- ❛ Stop it. ❜
- ❛ You should be resting. ❜
- ❛ Are you okay? Did they hurt you? ❜
- ❛ How can you act like that? ❜
- ❛ Then why are you still here? ❜
- ❛ Are you okay? ❜
- ❛ You can’t live in the past. You gotta move on. Let it go. ❜
- ❛ And when were you planning on telling me? ❜
- ❛ What are you, trying to give me a heart attack? ❜
- ❛ What’s wrong? What happened? ❜
- ❛ I thought we agreed that secrets are bad! ❜
- ❛ Sorry. Didn’t want to push any sore spots. ❜
- ❛ Everything okay? ❜
- ❛ Do you even know where you’re headed? ❜
- ❛ I can’t help you unless you talk to me. ❜
- ❛ Promise me you’re not gonna over-react. ❜
- ❛ It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay. ❜
- ❛ Whoa, what are you doing? ❜
- ❛ Why do you run from me? ❜
- ❛ You’re changing the subject. ❜
- ❛ It’s four o’clock in the morning, what are you doing? ❜
- ❛ You’re bleeding. ❜
- ❛ You gotta be more careful. ❜
- ❛ I meant… How are you holding up? ❜
- ❛ You’re avoiding my question. ❜
- ❛ I think the worst of it’s over now. ❜
- ❛ Don’t let fear keep you quiet. You have a voice so use it. ❜
“I trust you will” He nodded with approval, glad that this whole debacle was starting to smooth itself out given time. “I did the right thing right? Telling you the truth?” He asked, unsure of himself in a moment of doubt which was telling for the Wild Wolf of House Stark who was so sure of himself and hardly ever thought before going into things.
“He’s always been a sneaky bastard even in our youth. I just…I worry about you and your sister.” He gave a chuckle. “No….never, do you think I’d do that again?” He asked, a mischievous grin on his face for a moment as he leaned in to kiss her cheek. “He’s a smart lad that one.” His smile turned to one of fondness and than he looked back at Cat, a look of seriousness. “Let’s get married now. Today, while everyone still here. It’s a day to celebrate mine and Eddard’s return, why not make it double the occasion and be wed after so long?”
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