I know it might be a ‘duh everyone got that’ thing but…..
Viserys died with a crown of moltengold and what color is Viserion the dragon and his egg he’s named after? cream and gold. (egg is streaked with gold) An in the books his eyes “are two pools of molten gold”
Viserys took the goblet from her and sipped at it gladly. ‘Qarth and Astapor?” He asked surprised that they had been able to make it that far from where he had left them last. “The Unsullied is a massive and grand army in of itself, now paired with all of these Dothraki…Quite literally all…” Viserys was in shock at the very idea of the number she now held at her disposal and he vocalized his thoughts on the manner. “Daenerys, I am proud of you. I know Rhaegar and mother would be if they could see you…Queen of Mereen and Khalessi of the Dothraki.. with three dragons…”
He couldn’t sit still as she told him of her dragons, giving a small bow of his head at the names of the dragons, noticing how they’d been named for those male figures in her life who had died. Though he wasn’t too sure how he felt about his baby sister killing all of these men and it seemed as if she had done it herself not by her dragons or by order of her army and the thought of her taking a life made him a bit scared of her and yet intrigued.
“Yes! I would like to meet them all very much. They sound just as magnificent as the stories of old told of them. So, you’ve conquered Yunkai, Meereen…Do you plan on conquering all of slavers bay and beyond as well as Westeros? Will you place trust worthy people in seats of power and it shall be as Dorne is to Westeros?” He asked, wondering what she had planned on doing once they sailed for home. “This wine is excellent by the way, may I?” He asked as he gestured to the bottle to pour himself another glass.
Rhaegar went back to his chambers, restless as sleep would not come and let his racing thoughts calm as he tossed and turned and once sleep finally overcame him, his slept dreamless. Morning soon came and it wasn’t till a knock on his door came and he heard a servant at the door and he groggily answered as he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
He was dressed and the servant braided his hair and pulled it back neatly. Once he was ready for the day he went to the dinning hall and ate with whoever would be there today. Most days it seemed he ate with Jennine and Cersei but it seemed like today would be a day for just Jennine as Cersei had already ate and matters to attend to. “Your Grace” Rhaegar greeted, bowing as he entered the room and spotted the blonde sitting at the table.
He sat himself across from her and looked at what food was served for the day and seemed to be satisfied with the meal for the day. “I trust you slept well?” he asked before he began to eat his meal realizing just how hungry he had been. He begun simple idle chatter with her, polite conversation and politics. “Would you accompany me today?” Rhaegar asked suddenly as an idea hit him. He’d go to Oldtown and like his days as Prince of Dragonstone and Margery Tyrell after him it would be a good idea to have someone from the Royal house be seen among the people, caring for the people. “I would enjoy your company, Jennine.” Rhaegar dropped the formalities figuring they shouldn’t have to have them when there were no one of real importance around them.
The princess saw how his eyes looked her over, searching for a reaction. Yet she couldn’t bring it in herself to slap him. Why would she, when he caused such warmth to travel into her limbs? She was sure even if she did want to, it would be impossible in the moment. Having him move away allowed the cool air from the nearby water to travel between them.
She blinked in confusion as Rhaegar was suddenly apologizing not once, but twice. What was she to do in this moment? Jennine knew her mother would say to slap him if she knew it was a Targaryen. However, her mother never told her what to do if she liked the kiss from the man. “There is no need to apologize.” She told him in a soft voice, bringing a hand up to her lips.
She blushed a little before bringing her hand back down. Instead moving her arms to cover herself. She wasn’t wearing the thickest nightgown, and the moon was not lowering its light. Which gave away the curves of a woman more than a girl underneath her clothes. Jennine had brought a thick long shawl, but with him standing in front of her there was no way to hide. “…I didn’t mind the kiss your grace. I won’t tell anyone I swear by the old gods and the new…but..” She looked up at him one more time, this time a little shyly. “Would it be wrong to ask for another? I know it seems like a strange request but…” She had never blushed so darkly before, but she couldn’t keep the words from spilling from her lips as well.
The Targaryen was stunned by the Princess’s admittance and he quite frankly had no idea how to handle it, but as he felt the cold nights air on his face and a quick glance at how she went to cover herself in a vain attempt to hide the curves she bore, he soon took off his cloak he wore glad for it’s somewhat plain look for once and placed it around Jennine’s shoulders hoping to help not only warm her but help cover herself. The more she spoke the more he was stunned and surprised by them and he blinked at her a blank expression rested upon his face at her request.
She was beautiful, the daughter of Cersei and Jaime and he reminded her of Cersei when she was younger but Rhaegar had learned from the past, from his past no matter how recent it seemed in his mind. He wouldn’t steal away with another Houses daughter as he had done with Lyanna Stark but he also knew Jeninne had flowered quite some time ago, surely at eighteen years she had, and still unmarried. Rhaegar thought about it for a moment, weighing his options. He’d only been allowed to stay here because Cersei had the idea to use him against his sister and he hadn’t said no or yes to the Queen’s request though it felt more like a demand. He had thought about marrying her but upon seeing how she interacted with Euron Greyjoy and knowing how she felt about her brother….
“Well, swearing it by the Old Gods and The New is quite the oath” He remarked as he stepped closer again almost teasing her now as his brain still worked out the what if’s in his head as he approached and before he could even get to why it would be a good idea to do so, a hand reached out to tilt her chin upwards and he bent down once more, his lips covering hers before they could speak again and this time instead of a quick and stolen kiss it went slow. A hand snaked towards her cloak covered back and pressed her body against his and the other hand gathered it’s fingers into her golden locks. She tasted sweet, and faintly of strawberries and he allowed himself to fall into the kiss a pleased moan slipped out of his mouth as he made an attempt to further the kiss some more, the kiss itself kept on for a good while before Rhaegar felt his lust building and he had to pull back. “You should go back to bed before you catch a cold, Your Grace” Rhaegar murmured as he pulled away, purple eyes heavy with lust as he tried to regain his breath.
Jennine had just been walking through the garden, when suddenly she was snatched before she could entered the castle. A surprised sound left her lips, as she looked up. She was ready to demand why the returning Targaryen why he had done such a thing. However, before she could get the words out, his lips were over her own. Her eyes widened, her cheeks flushing a dark pink. Her first kiss, stolen in the shadows of the gardens. Soon her eyes fluttered and she shyly began to return the kiss.
The action caused tingling warmth to travel all the way down to her toes, her fingers curled into his shirt. She was trapped between him and the wall, and she found she didn’t mind at all in that moment. Jennine felt so warm and having him this close, felt…right?
Finally, when it ended, the Lannister was breathless. Her eyes opened slowly, her hair glowing under the shining light coming from the moon. She looked up into his with confusion, her cheeks still red. She didn’t know what to say, her heart was pounding too hard in her chest, and she found herself glued to the spot. Her ocean blue eyes unable to look away from his, trying to figure out why he stole her first kiss.
Rhaegar was about to pull away from the kiss when he felt Jennine pull him closer and for a moment he allowed himself to linger. It had been so long since he had kissed another woman and just as he was about to place an arm around her but than she pulled away and his eyes searched her face, waiting for the fall out and for a slap or for her to shove him.
But there was silence. There was no motion and Rhaegar turned his head to see the spy was gone and far enough away for him to be able to pull away from the young Lannister girl and he gave a quick smile before he put distance between them.”My sincere apologies, Princess. I acted without thinking. I can assure you that it will never happen again.” Rhaegar now was worried about more than whispers of him taking over the throne. He had to worry about whispers of him seducing Jennine and what that all could entail. “I’m so sorry, Princess Jennine.”
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