Jonerys Week Day 2: A Song of Ice and Fire
Jonerys Week 2020 - The Dream of Spring | Day Two: A Song of Ice and Fire
Summary: Naughty little Rhyanna resorts to mischief, giving trouble to Uncle Tyrion and GrandDadvos.A fluffy slice of life piece of King Jon and Queen Daenerys sprinkled with Targling mischief, humour and reflections of the royal couple.
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I wrote this as a gift to the amazing @the-last-targaryens ! Thanks a million, JW! for supporting me and lending me an ear whenever I wanted someone to hear me out. You've been a fountain of advise and help, for which I'm really grateful, and gifting you this fic is the smallest token of thanks that I can offer. I sincerely hope you'll enjoy this❤️
A heartfelt thanks to the wonderful @frostbitepandaaaaa for agreeing to beta this fic and to the lovely @youwerenevermine , for creating the gorgeous moodboard!! This story would've been incomplete without your help and I'm so glad to have done this with you!
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"Stop monkeying around and come down now!" Tyrion yelled at the naughty little blonde who was trying to reach for the higher branches.
"She has too much of her Aunt Arya in her," Ser Davos sighed.
Tyrion pinched the bridge of his nose and nodded. "The king and queen will have my head if anything happens to her. We were supposed to be watching her."
"We?" Davos shook his head in bewilderment, "You were supposed to be watching her instead of downing barrels of ale. I was summoned by the King, and I specifically remember you telling me that she's just a little girl who you could handle by yourself. And now, look how that turned out!"
Rhyanna, seven summers old and named after her grandmothers, Rhaella and Lyanna, eyed the squabbling pair with much amusement and proceeded to pluck an acorn to test her aim.
Thwak!
It landed squarely on Tyrion's head and he uttered a few choice words.
"Did you perhaps forget the consequences if she uses those words in front of her parents again? This time you will surely be locked in the dungeons," Davos snickered, "And we can finally have some peace."
Before Tyrion could muster a reply, he was hit with another acorn, this time on his nose.
"Her aim is always true," Davos pointed out proudly.
"She has the blood of a wolf and a dragon, what else can you expect?" Tyrion muttered. "This little targling will surely be the death of me some day."
Davos smirked. "And by my judgement, I can safely assume it's very near."
Oh, how he loved teasing this dwarf lord!
Tyrion glared at Davos. "And I thought you were supposed to help me get her down instead of pondering on the time of my death."
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