prince who was promised

prince tyriaghar targaryen first of his name son of the dragon and the rose

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TYR!

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Your Aunt Rhaenys is nowhere near as important as you are, Tyr. Do you understand? Even I am disposable, but you are not. Walking somewhere? Hm. We will know soon enough what the matter was. Good, good. We all are a bit shocked, my love. And I am sure many are reminded of what happened to Robb Stark all those years back. [Margaery reached out to take her son’s hand, not ready to risk not knowing he was with her at all times. Ser Jaime walked with them, but there was no sight of Loras.] The solar, the library, my old room — I am not quite certain. But away from the hall, for now. Somewhere without manic, dagger wielding bastards charging at us.

[princetyriaghar]

Oh, Mother, you know Father doesn't think that way. And you aren't disposable, not to me. The whole Kingdom will know, I'm sure. Oh, yes. I suppose so. I've only ever read of that in books but if it was as horrid as this was - Mother, the noise Lord Mormont made - [He clutched at his mother's hand for a moment, squeezing once as if to comfort her; he chose not to think too long on the fact that it was for his own comfort.] Yes, alright. You lead the way, Mother.

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Joanna’s shoulders tightened up when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Looking to see who it was, she automatically knew it was Tyriaghar due to his tall figure. The girl eagerly wiped away her tears and took a deep breath, not wanting to talk to the prince without correct pronunciation. “Yes, thank you for your concern, Prince Tyriaghar.” Joanna’s eyes were still moist, and the girl averted her gaze, pretending to be more embarrassed than she was. The blonde pursed her lips before taking a deep breath. “I had a nightmare. I’ve been having them ever since I went to King’s Landing.” Joanna locked eyes with him for a few seconds. “Normally I would not be so emotional, forgive me.” She moved a piece of hair out of her face that had been forced by the wind to fly around her face. “It’s just that, these dreams..” She paused. “They feel so real.” 

[princetyriaghar]

"Of course I am concerned, you look as if you've seen a ghost," Tyr replied, removing his hand hurriedly as their eye contact broke. Tyr wondered hwat these nightmares could contain, to rattle Joanna so. He was not one for bad dreams, nor any at all, honestly - he was usually so tired at the end of the day he slept dreamlessly. He knew that there were plenty of people in his family who were still subject to night terrors, and he wondered if Joanna suffered something like those. Reaching forward to fix another another blonde lock of hair, he gave her a slight smile. "You needn't apologize for your emotions," he assured her, and then leant against the balcony slightly. "Does it help, to be out here in the fresh air? I can stay with you for a bit. If you'd like," he added as an afterthought.

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TYR!

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Your Father has no say in this; your uncle did exactly what I asked him to do should things grow sour. And they did. You are our priority, Tyr, and your father has five other knights to look out for him. Was harm done to you? I cannot see any wounds, but some are invisible to the eye. [Reflexively, a hand moved to her belly, the other one still on her son’s shoulder.] We are fine, my love. Now come, we must get you to safety.

[princetyriaghar]

Oh. Well - still. What if Aunt Rhaenys was hurt, Father would be so angry! Yes, I suppose that's true. Four of them were walking with him somewhere, but I'm not sure what for. No, Mother, I'm fine. A bit - shocked, maybe. Jostled about. But no harm, no. [He nodded, not entirely convinced by her confirmation of safety, but followed her anyhow.] Where are we going?

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Then don’t - don’t think about it. We’re both safe, we’re unhurt. You don’t need to do anything.

That’s only so promising! I can’t bear to see you hurt, and taking chances will do neither of us any good. Follow you, right, good, I can do that. I’m good at that, following.

[princetyriaghar]

...Fine. I won't. What I need to do is use any power left to me at the moment to protect you.

We must take this chance now before any more fights break out. Stay close to the wall and move fast - don't let me get out of your sight, alright?

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Of course it matters, I’m just - I’m glad you’re not hurt, alright?

How do you know you’re not fucking next? I can’t just hide, I have to find - my mother, and Joslyn, and - gods, you’re probably right, of course you are. Where can we even go?

[princetyriaghar]

...yes, alright. And I'm glad you're safe. If you would've been hurt, I - I wouldn't have known what to do.

I'm just - I'm not. If it's the Tyrells who're attacking us they wouldn't hurt me, I'm a Tyrell, too, if not in name then in blood. You won't be able to find them, not in this mess! Just - follow me. 

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TYR!

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Tyr!

The gods had mercy, I was so scared something had happened to you. You mustn’t worry about me, my sweet boy. The Lady Brienne kept me safe. Now, we must get you away from this madness.

[princetyriaghar]

No, Mother, I'm alright. Uncle Loras got me out of the dining hall - Father's going to be pissed, he told him to stay with you and Aunt Rhaenys and he didn't - I'm fine, don't worry! Yes, and you, and - [He glanced down at his mother's still-flat stomach and raised his eyebrows] -you shouldn't be around all this, not now!

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Gods, Tyr, I’m - I’m fine, I - what about you? 

You have to get out of here, you’re in more danger than I am!

[princetyriaghar]

I'm - fine. I've not been cut or anything, it's just that the blood, it - it went - it doesn't matter. 

Bullshit. We're both in danger but if we try to get outside the castle we'll be out in the open. We have to hide until this is over. 

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TYR!

Where is he!? Where is Tyriaghar?!

Where is my son!?

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Mother!

Mother, I'm here, are you - are you alright?

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I just want to go home.

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Robb!

Robb, are you alright? Have you been hurt?

[sophiecollins22]

It was into the deep hours of night, and as Joanna looked out onto the vast gardens of Highgarden, she struggled with silencing her sobs and focused on breathing better. Her soft hands tightly gripped the railing as she let out a sigh, finally getting past her uneasy sobs. She had yet another nightmare, and it felt so real. She could see in color, smell, feel, and even taste the wine she drank during the wedding feast just before something awful happened. Joanna had believed that a walk around the small castle of Highgarden would help her, but she only found herself lost overlooking an area of rose bushes from twenty feet above. The girl took a shaky breath, unware of who was behind her. 

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[princetyriaghar]

The scent of roses that permeated the grounds of Highgarden had, at the beginning of this trip, been nearly exotic and simply lovely in their neverendingness. However, when Tyr tossed and turned for hours and simply could not try to sleep anymore with the dusty smell of the flowers in his nose anymore, he decided it was a lost cause and decided to walk around, possibly to the library. Reading at home had always put him right to sleep - maybe it would help now. As he walked by a window, however, he saw a figure illuminated by the moon and slowed his footsteps. Recognizing who it was, he sped up again, putting one hand on Joanna's back with a concerned look on his face. "Joanna?" he asked, softly, "What's happened? Are you hurt?"

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Three Days (Tyr and Jorah)

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"Then all I can do is wish you good luck, and your father good judgement," Jorah said, respectfully bowing his head.   "Do you have any idea which house, or houses are bidding for you right now?  Because I can promise you that any house would give anything they owned to have a prince of the realm all to themselves.  I’m guessing the Dornish could use a royal hostage, I know the Hightowers already have coin set aside to ‘donate’ to the throne should they be chosen, and for all I know the ironborn might make some bid," Jorah said grimly, "you tread a difficult path."

Jorah was glad that Tyr seemed excited about the tourney.  He believed that it was good for the realm for the prince to prove himself in combat, even if it wasn’t a real battle.  Prince Rhaegar had always dominated in tournies, and he was loved even now, whereas Joffrey and Tommen had both avoided blood like it carried the plague.  ”I might have to have a word with your mother myself, it would be nice if people remembered my wedding as the time when their crown prince first won a melee,’ Jorah grinned.  ”Wasn’t it Loras who unseated you at the tourney on your nameday?” Jorah asked, “he probably cheated, like he did years ago against Clegane.  Have you heard about how he rode a mare in heat?”   

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Tyr laughed, to his pride only slightly bitterly. "Father's strong point isn't judgement," he said, before shrugging slightly. "Lord Brandon and Lady Myrcella's daughters have both been at court, though Lady Jessaryn is squiring for the Lady Brienne and therefore too busy to talk to, most of the time. Lady Joanna seems very interested in talking to me, though, and I doubt I'm that good at court conversation to keep drawing her back on my own merits alone." Blinking a few times in confusion, he tilted his head slightly. "A royal hostage?" he asked, then shook his head. "The Martells are my cousins, they wouldn't take me as a hostage." Nodding, he said, "Some young ladies from Oldtown have already accosted me in the halls, so I don't doubt that of House Hightower." Laughing with actual humor this time, Tyr said, "Isn't it better to have too many choices than not enough, though?"

Tyr had to restrain himself from clapping his hands with excitement. "Would you? Lord Jorah, that would be lovely of you. I love tourneys and the more people in attendance, the better - all those at court in King's Landing have seen me compete before, but there are so many guests here it would be an all-new experience." Nodding before he let out a very unprincelike snort, Tyr covered his mouth with a hand before replying. "Oh, yes," he said, "I've heard all the tricks Uncle Loras uses. He much prefers winning to honor. Mother gets very annoyed with him and tells him he isn't a knight of honor. He tells her he's a knight of victory instead." Shrugging, he finished, "I suppose it is very hard to be both." Smiling again, he added, "Though I don't care what trick he pulls from the book this time - I won't let him get the best of me again, not here, at any rate!"

[princetyriaghar]

Aunt Dany getting married.

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It seems like it, does it not? A beautiful lawn, of course. The colours you see here will be hard to find anywhere else, love. Yes, I think he will. I am terribly sad that my brothers are not with me, so why would it be different for a dragon? You are a Targaryen, child. I myself am a Tyrell of Highgarden. We do not tame dragons. We avoid them.

As you always do, and I love you dearly for your honesty. Perhaps you should work to enlighten some people on this, hm? They should see things as you do. With that kind of attitude, you will be a wonderful king, my love. When in doubt, there’s a rule of thumb. It goes: in a fight between your mother and father, your father is always wrong. Oh, Tyr. For such a bright lad, you are taking far too long. I’m with child! In a few moons’ turns, you will have either a little brother or sister. If she reminds you of me, then we all have a problem… Nevermind. I am very happy that you have been able to make a friend. [Margaery pressed the tip of her fingers against her lips, stifling a small chuckle that escaped her. Of course she would have to scrutinize this young Robb, but to see her son like this warmed her heart.] Look at you, Tyr! You’re all mottled and flustered. As long as you know that I love you, with all my heart, we don’t even need to talk about it, because it matters none who you chose to be with. Hm, perhaps he is simply hiding? And the keep is rather large, you might just not have stumbled upon him yet. Have patience.

[princetyriaghar]

Oh, yes. With the sorts of colors that would just look out of place at home. But that's so sad, Mother, so sad for Viserion! And you're with one of your brothers, at least. Your favorite brother, he likes to say. Then I'll train them to protect you! And I mean no offense, Mother, but - You didn't do a very good job avoiding all the dragons, did you? 

I feel as if people would be so terribly resistant to change when it came to the gods. Mother, those in the North still worship the Old Gods and not the Seven; people knowing their Crown Prince thought that neither the Old gods nor the New could really affect their lives would drive them mad. I hope to be, Mother - a good king. That is all I hope for. It does seem that way. I've begun to think that if even Uncle Loras says to Father's face that he thinks you're right, you probably are. Mother! Mother, are you really? Mother, does Father know? He will be - over the moon, he will be so happy! ...Mother, that isn't what I meant, gods be good. I just meant that she's smart like you are, and good at talking to people in court. [Tyr pressed his eyes shut for a moment, trying to push aside any embarrassment that still lingered; this was Mother, it was not as if he could easily hide his feelings from her.] Mother! Don't - don't make it weird, Mother. Hiding? I should hope not. I try to, but it's just so difficult - he never has reason to come down from the Wall, and when he finally does, I've not seen him once!

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He flushed from face to toes, and shrugged, straining for an air of nonchalance. “Neither did my family, it seemed. They were all very surprised by my arrival.” He watched as Tyr seemed to draw himself up even taller, and tilted his head back a bit more. “Oh,” a surprised giggle burst forth from his lips, “of course. I was drawn to your presence like a moth to a flame.”

His eyes had fallen on Tyr’s arms, and he noted with interest that the boy’s skin had grown a few shades darker, before he found himself dropping his eyes to the ground, cheeks burning. He was acting like - a maid. "Of course I did," he said, almost sharply, trying to cover his discomfort. "On the Wall, I only ever had Joslyn to bother, and she indulged me for only so long." Fighting the urge to reach out and cuff the Crown Prince on the shoulder, he took a small step back, feigning nonchalance. “Less exciting than you’d think, although you’ve been stuck at court, so maybe I do have it good.” His teeth dug into his lower lip when Tyr met his eyes once more, and it felt like something was tightly squeezing his stomach, which was odd - he had no need to be nervous around Tyr. “You know there’s more to life than jousting, right?” His voice sounded jovial now, or so he hoped. “Like - archery, and reading. And women.”

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"You shouldn't have just come on your own," Tyr admonished him, his voice suddenly sounding very cautious, "It's very dangerous, I'm sure. Not that I'm not happy to see you!" he amended hurriedly, before continuing, "Just - I would have been upset had you gotten hurt just on my account." Backtracking, he shook his head - "Not that it would have been on my account! But - still." He tried to keep the stoic look on his face before laughing. "I am so glad you're here," he confessed, beaming. 

The near ferocity with which Robb replies made something in Tyr's chest get very warm all of a sudden. "Yes, she seems like the sort of person who would get fed up with your foolishness pretty quickly," Tyr teased, "Whereas I see you so seldom that I have a higher tolerance, I suppose." Tyr laughed. "I don't mind court," he said, "But then again I have to deal with people less than my parents do, so maybe that's why. Though when I do get to talk to people, I mostly like it." Giving a one-shouldered shrug, Tyr replied, "I'm shit at archery, and I don't much like books." He decided not to comment on the last thing Robb had said, instead choosing to turn to him fully. "You know what? You like boring things like books, and Mother mentioned that her Father's family has amassed quite a collection of rare ones in the library. Would you like to go see them?" 

[princetyriaghar]

Aunt Dany getting married.

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And how long have you been alive? Tyr you’ve barely began to live or make things worth remembering. Believe me they both count - things here are hardly as special as they seem. 

[princetyriaghar]

...not very long, admittedly. But they do seem special. Don't tell me even you are to cold-hearted to not care about it. Come, don't you think she's looked terribly beautiful for the past few days?

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Aunt Dany getting married.

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No. An it’s beautiful. That only happens if you don’t know what your doing and don’t listen to what people who lives there and if you sleep outside more then one night.

The cold actually doesn’t bother me-I was found wondering  beyond the wall with hardly anything on. He’s horrible at hiding he has three hiding places.

[princetyriaghar]

I imagine it must be. All the white snow and the ice must be calming to look at - everything in the South seems so alive it hurts a bit to look at for too long. Well, if I ever make it that far North, I'll be sure to stick with you, you seem to know what you're doing.

Really? You must just be naturally immune to it, or something. Even Southron winters are too harsh for me, I think. Three? 

[princetyriaghar]

Aunt Dany getting married.

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Or the South is to hot and needs to be trimmed. It’s gross here-one of my men passed from heat stroke three hours after we got here.

*snort laughs* words-no-not words. Sword, give me a sword and I don’t words. Horrible at hide-in-seek though…pretty good at tag.

[princetyriaghar]

You don't get much greenery there up North, then, do you? Well, I should think that if I ever visited your home, my fingers would all freeze, like it says they do in the books.

Words aren't that bad! Though swords are more fun, I'll give you that. He must be good at hiding - it took me simply ages to find him. I'll be sure to remember not to challenge him to that, then.

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The moment he saw Tyriaghar, he felt himself relax entirely, and was almost able to ignore the majority of his discomfort. “I wasn’t,” he muttered shamefully, rubbing the back of his neck on pure instinct. “My mother told me to remain, but - I decided that I couldn’t miss out on all of this, could I?”

The smile that spread across his face couldn’t be stopped, and his cheeks almost hurt. “I’ve missed you, at the Wall.” He admitted, almost unable to hold Tyr’s gaze for much longer. “It’s been so incredibly boring, if I’m to be honest with you. This is such a nice change.” He rocked forward onto his toes, realizing he probably looked ridiculously childish, but not caring. “How have you been?”

[princetyriaghar]

"You rebel," Tyr teased, mostly to cover up how flustered he was at speaking with Robb again after all this time, "I didn't know you had it in you." Shrugging, he adopted an air of self-satisfaction he realized a moment later he'd copied from Father. "It must've just been that you couldn't resist me any longer and had to make the journey down." 

Almost immediately after Robb's eyes left his, Tyr's violet ones glanced away, too. He knew he was blushing under his tan, hoped that Robb couldn't quite tell. "Really? You did?" he pressed, before scoffing. "Oh, yes. White walkers and direwolves all, it must be awfully boring for you." Tyr shrugged, looking back at Robb finally. "Fine. I've not been doing much but jousting, trying to get out of lessons to joust, you know, the usual." He tilted his head. "How about you?"