Tag: Rhaegar Targaryen;  prince that was promised

thestormlioness‌:

@notenoughmuses

Curiously the raven haired lady looked around, never before had she attended a tourney and never before had she been in the capitol. Her father wasn’t too fond it, or rather the people you could find here, for his distaste for the ruling family was more than just well-known.

Rhaegar held a tourney to celebrate his son, Jon’s name day and was presently surprised at the turnout of Lords and Ladies. The King shepard his younger brother onward, and spotted the daughter of Cersei Lannister and Robert Baratheon and an idea sparked as he heard Viserys grumble about not being able to participate in the tourney itself and Rhaegar shook his head and sighed “You may be old enough to do so but you hardly lack the skills to take on Ser Loras or either of the Clegenes. Maybe you could go against one of the houses older lords…Like Waldar Frey. You could best him.” Rhaegar snorted as he joked, and Viserys laughed, finally relenting on the idea.

“Now, go and enjoy yourself. Entertain a lady or something. Just don’t get in trouble.” He told Viserys as he made eye contact with Relena and dipped his head. “Lady Relena? Might I introduce my brother, Viserys.”  Viserys bowed slightly as he greeted the Lady and before he knew it he was left alone with her, Rhaegar having quietly excused himself when the crowd cheered loudly for the winner of a joust.

“I’m surprised your father is here this year at the tourney. He generally avoids such invitations.” Viserys started, trying his best to make polite conversation. “Is he in the tourney itself?” It would be a wonder to see the man who was proclaimed to be a grand fighter and see him best against the likes of Ser Jaime and Ser Selmey. “I wish I could be down there right now…”

Stolen and Hidden Kisses

@daughtersoftheold​

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.

Stolen and Hidden Kisses

daughtersoftheold‌:

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.

Stolen and Hidden Kisses

daughtersoftheold‌:

continued with @notenoughmuses​

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.”

shorthalt:

                                    He had this look in his eyes
                                             that made you wonder
                                          just how m a n y people he’s killed. 

                                    ( And this… )
                                            grin
                                         that made you realize

                                         he’s probably lost count.

rpmusings-galore:


i’ve never been one to ask for much, to make wishes

                                  but, i beg for this one. just one.

                                                     p l e a s e

                                          LET THEM BE HAPPY

xladywinterx‌:

“You and your father started that
war, it was nothing Brandon and Robert did.”
Aryes who’d overreacted. Aryes who’d called for Jon Arryan to give
him Ned and Robert. “You’d have saved all of us heartache
and death if you’d done away with him instead of letting it come to a
head when your wife was slaughtered by Lannister’s Dog.”

Stuff and nonsense. The whole of the
Seven Kingdoms knew how that whole disaster came about. “She
loved you enough to betray everything she had did she?”
She not have blamed the girl for running from a match with Robert
Baratheon but all the same it had cost so many men their lives.
“Brandon went tearing down to King’s
Landing weeks before we were to marry because you
kidnapped his sister, and Rikard went after him.”
Only afterward had Aryes called for Ned’s head and Robert’s too.

That
whole bloody war could be link to Lyanna disappearing.

“I
don’t rule my son’s council’s, he’s a man grown who makes his own
decisions.”
He listened to her- more than most men listened to their mothers but
he was still so much a child. He was younger than Ned had been when
they married… a boy who’d grown a beard in a desperate attempt to
seem a man. “Your
sister married a Dothraki Horse Lord,”
Cat said when he spoke of his family- the two other remaining
dragons. She still wasn’t quite sure how Ned knew all that but he
had.

Knowing
Robert he had spies watching the two.

His hands curled tight, fingers against his palms as Cat spoke of the past and his eyes glared at her. There were many things that he wished he could have done in hindsight but now…it was pointless. “And had you and your late husband done a many things differently there’d be no war against the throne and your dear husband still alive.” Rhaegar fired back.

“Yes. She was going to write to her family but I got called away soon after Brandon and Rikard came to Kings Landing and I have no idea if the letter had even sent before than. It’s clear no word was spread…” The alleged kidnapping tale of Lyanna spread and while he knew the truth was easily twisted to lies by the victor of any battle but for nearly the whole realm to believe that he would just take a woman like some Ironborn dog…

“And a grown man would still listen to the advice and counsel of the older generation.” Rhaegar shrugged, before his whole demenur shifted as she brought up his sister. A Dothraki?! What in the Seven Hells was Viserys thinking? His sister, marrying a savage…a barbarian. “Gods. The poor child.” He wanted to go to Essos now and drag both his siblings home no matter the cost. “When I get my hands on Viserys…” Anger filled his words though he knew his younger brother was most likely desperate and reaching for some semblance of power and an army. It wasn’t a bad idea but he had hoped Viserys had been smart enough to do everything correctly.

xladywinterx:

“You can’t come back from the dead. That’s not possible.” her face went white. Every child knew that. Death was one of the few certain in life. “Not even a heretic priest could manage that.”

She’d have given anything to have Ned back.

All these years alive with a Baratheon on the thrzne. “You wait until my husband was murdered by the Lannisters and Robert dead until yourself again.” Until the whole of the Seven Kindoms… six now was a warring mess. “You forget what your family cost the Starks,” Two sons and a daughter and Rickard himself. “my son’s bannermen won’t take kindly to an ex-Dragon prince in their camp.

Even the bannermen who sided with your father until the end have taken up arms for a Baratheon this time.” Dorne alone seemed to avoid this mess of a war.

“And yet here I stand” His arms spread up and his palms faced the sky for a moment before his arms fell to his side “I didn’t think anything of the red preists either, I didn’t think it to be true and yet it is.” 

Her words stung and he couldn’t find any way for himself to justify the waiting he did, the wondering if any moment was ever going to be the right one. Had she forgotten what his father had cost his own family? “We’ve all lost family due to actions taken by our own or the others” He hissed, his eyes glaring at the Lady. “What was I supposed to do when I was revived? March against Robert who had won the war, taken the throne from my brother while still recovering? There may be Targagyren supporters but few will admit to it. I don’t have an army and I wouldn’t outright kill the King. If I was that person my father would have been dead a long time ago.”

“I loved Eddard’s sister and she I. We married even. I didn’t cause Brandon and his father’s death. That was my father. Not I. Yes my actions sent everything into motion but everyone reacted to actions.” Rhaegar fidgeted with his sword hilt as he spoke, his gaze never wavering from Catelyn. “Cersei’s children have no right to the throne. Robert had some and there had been peace, a kind of peace my father hadn’t allowed for some time. It’s clear with Joffery there has been an upset to that peace.”

Rhaegar sighed and he found himself taking a seat realizing just how tired he was after a long day of travel. “Lady Stark, if you allow me to help, to raise whatever support I can with my name if those will follow me…Robb will be King In The North, the Stark’s will be granted everything accordingly to a royal house. Your family will be compensated in any way you require, the deaths of all those involved in Eddards death and Roberts will be put to death. Sansa and Arya will be returned to you and perhaps my own family, what’s left of it can be returned to my side…” His thoughts drifted to Viserys and Daenerys. His little sister that he had never seen before, he hoped Viserys was okay.