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Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ — “ NOT THAT I’M WORRIED, ” JAIME SAYS, SMILING. the swords which mount along his wall, most inherited from his family line, were deterrents for almost anyone in general. they garnered odd looks, as well as tense shoulders. but more so than that, jaime imagines it is his name which catches the most wariness. after all, he was responsible for the murder of a kingpin … and thus a kingslayer … it was rare enough of jaime could maintain a conversation with judgmental gleams. but the kingpin would have won the trial. jaime had known that he did not deserve such grace. well, nevertheless, jaime does not wish to dwell on these things, not while shaena is standing there, gentle and laughing, and looking at him as though he were no monster. “ at least it doesn’t ward you away. life would be … very different without you. ”

“it would take more than that to keep me from you, jaime,” she tells him, smiling; the lilac of her eyes full of her adoration for him. shaena will tell anyone her belief in love at first sight for the moment she lay eyes upon jaime lannister she knew that her heart would belong only to him. “do you imagine this different life without me often ??”

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Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ — AT HIS WIFE’S WORDS, JAIME’S GREEN GAZE strays to the curtained windows. trickles of sunlight peer through the gaps, a subtle warmth in the chamber which pales like ice in comparison to the warmth of shaena beneath him. jaime’s eyes lower then, taking her in. silver hair splays across the pillow, framing her face. her soft lilac eyes peer up at him gently, alight as she laughs. it is a sound that is near too sweet, too kindly … and he feels that familiar thrum, as he muses, not for the first time, that he is unworthy of her. he is a lannister, son of tywin lannister and heir to casterly rock. nothing is unworthy of him. by all right, he is owed the world. yet he does not want any of it, not when he has something purer than gold in his embrace.

he had longed for shaena for so long, coveting and loving her form afar. even as he had placed his cloak around her shoulders in the sept of baelor it had still felt so dreamlike. it was not until later in the night that it all felt real. and that memory draws a smirk. “ i suggest we leave the sun to its devices, ” jaime says, leaning forward so his lips ghosted hers. his fingers trail down her hips. “ and it might leave us to ours. ”

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"no sun could shine more brightly than you,” she tells him, her voice falling to a softness as her stomach flutters. she is like to burst in her happiness of him. all she has ever wanted has been him from the moment she lay eyes upon him, and now he is hers. she has always been his, but now he is hers, and she could sing happily to the sun of her joys for it.

her cheeks are warm, dusted pink, and her head tilts up a bit so that she might press a sweet kiss upon his lips, those that are close, but not quite close enough -- the gap gone between them. has anyone loved another so much as shaena targaryen has loved jaime lannister ?? she does not think it. no matter other songs and stories, none of them meant as much as he does to her.

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Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ — DANY LOOKS DOWN, FROWNING UNCERTAINLY. SHE DOES not doubt that viserys has plans for shaena, though the unknown of it is what unnerves her. viserys means to sell dany to the khal for his army, but what of shaena ? ? ? with a small furrow in her brow, dany considers the small amount of possibilities. perhaps when they sail back to westeros he will find her a lord. a kind lord, noble and honest and loving, dany hopes. surely countless will desire to be wed to a dragon princess, and surely a handful of them must be handsome and gentle lords … maybe viserys will even let her choose. that seems unlikely, but dany likes the thought. “ when we go home, he’ll probably find you a lord. maybe you’ll live in a castle by the sea, ” dany says wistfully, and shudders when she considers where she will go. will the khal stay in westeros ? ? ? will he live in king’s landing ? ? ? or will he sail back across the narrow sea, her with him ? ? ? dany likes it not, and leans a little closer to her sister.

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“perhaps,” shaena agrees, nodding small. if it is any consolation, at least, it seems viserys does not plan to give her to illyrio has compensation for all he has done. he has not suggested to her that he planned to wed her himself. if anything, she may very well get to see home again. the image of it in her head changes so often when she tries to recollect it all -- remembering the dragon skulls within the red keep, the gardens which she would often tend with her own hands; the eternal dampness of dragonstone -- it all blurs together with every strange and unsavory place they have bounced between since then. “worry not for what’s to become of me, dany,” she smiles at her. “all that matters is that we shall be home. soon.”

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Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ — “ OF THAT YOU WOULD BE RIGHT. ” JAIME shrugs, raising his mug of coffee to his lips. the chatter of the coffee shop surrounding them has mostly died out, leading it to become mostly peaceful; save for the hum of overplayed pop songs from the speakers overhead. “ i suppose i would direct them to my father, as he’s the true holder of the lannister fortune. my less than ideal apartment should be proof of my lack of gold, so to speak. ” his lips tug upward into his signature smirk. “ that and my collection of swords on the wall. ”

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“your apartment isn’t so unideal.” shaena says, a small smile upon her lips which she stifles easily behind the rim of her teacup. it is warm and rich and just sweet enough to probably not really be considered a proper cuppa, but she cannot help her tastes. she cannot help but laugh a little, bell-like and gentle; easy. “yes, i think that would ward anyone off from attempting to harm you.”

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Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ —AS SHAENA DRIFTS, BATHING IN THE SUN, jaime ties the horses. they begin to graze, idling in the warmth of the afternoon, and he takes the blanket stored from her horse’s saddle to lay upon the ground. it is a crimson sheet that is soft to the touch and settles smoothly upon the ground, rustling only when the breeze passes over them. in truth, the simplicity of this ride, the domestic quality of it, would bore most knights; those who require high risks or danger. to jaime it is certainly tame, yet it is the opportunity to be with shaena without the attentions of her handmaidens, lords and ladies, or otherwise; it is a quiet that he has coveted, and is grateful for. when he looks up, he finds that the sunrays have caught in her silver hair, creating a halo around her head. her dress sways in the breeze. outlined by the blue cloudless sky, she is beautiful. “ the blanket is ready for you, ” jaime says, clearing his throat. “ i imagine you’re tired from the ride. ”

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shaena’s eyes are upon the clearness of the sky as if it will somehow clear her head. she thinks, perhaps, it is wrong for them to be like this unchaperoned, but he is there for her protection, no matter how silly her heart does beat within her chest. when he addresses her, she turns back to him. she smiles with all the politeness a princess ought, but also with all genuine intentions as a girl smitten. “thank you,” she says, and steps to the blanket so that she might situate herself comfortably and modestly upon it. his imaginings amuse her. “are you tired from the ride, ser jaime ??”

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Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ — WHAT A MISERABLE LIFE RHAEGAR MIGHT HAVE known had it been the lion’s vain daughter by his side, whose green eyes always flickered mysteriously; a subtle gleam of cunning he found too be discomforting. what higher position is there to obtain than the lord of casterly rock’s daughter becoming the future queen ? ? ? the dragons by name would stand, but it would be the lion’s lineage which would reign. what a blow it was to tywin to lose such an opportunity. it would not necessarily be a loss if ser jaime were to wed shaena, as it is still a union into a prestigious house. but shaena would be lady of casterly rock, her children its heirs; lordships, rather than kings. it is not as ideal, rhaegar supposes with a grim hum. “ that might provide him with perspective, knowing now what he lost, ” rhaegar replies, glancing at her with soft lavender eyes. “ i doubt he would refuse it. after all, you are a princess. who could refuse that ? ? ? ”

the words do not truly sooth her. she thinks of ser jaime lannister, golden and handsome and proud, with a smile that could rival the sun, and she thinks of how ice cold her heart would feel if lord tywin did not allow them to be together. or worse, if her father did not allow it. perhaps that was the more likely of things. would father so easily gift tywin lannister a princess for a daughter ?? “oh, my heart’s woes are not important tonight. you are so sly with your words, how easily you pushed the attention onto me.”

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✹ — DORAN HAD NOT LIKED THE IDEA. TO travel across the narrow sea in search of the remaining targaryens was a dangerous game. firstly there was the matter of lacking information. rumors of daenerys targaryen had spread from essos to westeros, of how she liberated the slaver cities and became its queen; a mother of dragons, breaker of chains. whispers were merely whispers, however, and doran could not trust in full the idea of the targaryen queen, and the sister by her side. viserys was dead, and for that rhaenys was slightly grateful. of her memories, she recalls he had been a heinous boy and a bully, and she can only imagine the man he had transfigured into. a shadow of his father, perhaps. and it was that very shadow that doran, justifiably, feared. yet none of this stopped rhaenys’ persistence. i must find them, she would insist in urgency, as he sighed tiredly. we need the blood of the dragons.

in the end, doran had yielded to her. she sailed across the narrow sea with a small, yet sensible, party of dornishmen; armed and dangerous. they traveled under the guise of merchants, flitting across essos until they found their way to mereen. rhaenys had a letter from doran, sealed with the sigil of house martell, and, if all else failed, she had her violet eyes. praise the gods, daenerys was willing to meet with her … had regarded her coolly at first, until rhaenys pled her story, then offering doran’s words. by the end of it, rhaenys was embraced and provided a chamber of her own in the pyramid, where she currently sits, intently pondering her circumstances. she does not do so alone for very long, as shaena targaryen comes to call. rhaenys admits to having known this moment would pass, and feels slightly nervous as it does. “ we may, ” she says. “ i imagine you have dozens of questions. ”

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questions. shaena has plenty of those. her fire had died the day her mother had, in truth, but there is a flicker to the flame which comes with rhaenys. rhaenys. the sweet, brilliant little girl who had ran around the gardens after her little cat; whom shaena had doted upon as a babe, with pretty dresses and many a peppering of kisses across chubby cheeks and endless lullabies. if she thinks, she can recall the giggling, but it is a woman who stands before her now.

shaena does not regard her fully. her fingertips brushing against the furnishings of a tabletop which has been prepared for rhaenys, idly toying with a grape hanging loosely like a tooth from the stem; fingertips brushing against wood. “i do not know that you remember me, you were so young -- my memory of that life feels much like a dream, false; a longing -- but a day has not passed where you were not in my thoughts. you and aegon. your mother. my brother.” her fingers curl towards her palm and she looks to the girl. “why now ??”

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Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ — “ THAT YOU DO ! ! ! ” VISERYS SNAPS, FACE HEATED. shaena was soft-hearted, and so was dany - and viserys had sold their mother’s crown, had begged and pleaded and degraded himself to keep them alive. he was a KING by all right, yet essos knew him as the beggar king, and he was a song of mockery. his blood boils at the thought of it; of those jeers thrown in his direction. a king cannot falter, and he has tried to keep himself steady, but it is so difficult. “ worry less for me and more on how we can get home ! ! ! we need an army. ”

he looks down, jaw tightening. “ fire and blood, shaena - but we have none of it. and i am so, so tired … ” he says, finding himself a little started by his confession. it tastes like venom upon his tongue and he embarrasses all at once, more so when his eyes start to sting. “ this is a necessity. a sacrifice. this is how we go HOME. ”

there are flashes of their father in viserys’ face -- sometimes it frightens her -- but sometimes she sees the sweet boy he had once been before he had been forced to grow up. she knows how much he has sacrificed for them and, though she does not like this choice for daenerys, she has no say. he is to be king. she and dany are but political tools in the grand scheme of things. even as her age creeps, she is still young enough to bare children -- if she can. but a young bride is what the khal requires. she is both grateful, and ashamed to be so, for it.

shaena stands and steps to him. “we will go home,” she says, gently, agreeably. “because of you. i trust in you, viserys.”