The Song Of Dragons II
Chronicle I |Chronicle II | Chronicles
Synopsis: You wake up in the fictional world of a series you have yet to finish: AKOTSK. But you're not about to pass up the opportunity to make right the wrongs in this universe.
Pairings: Where the blood flows
Note: There's no fixed Character x Reader endgame (yet), reader's presence may complicate things for SEVERAL characters. I started this out of a whim because Baelor died. (Baelor come home, the kids miss you)
The noise hadn’t changed.
The shouting, the clashing steel, the laughter—still loud, still alive.
But something in you had.
It felt like you’d been here for days.
Not minutes. Not hours.
Days.
You looked down at the paper bag in your hands like it might disappear if you blinked too long.
Then you looked to where you last saw Baelor's head disappear.
Your heart clenches.
You could shave your head and wear Valarr's armour, then fight on his stead.
Nah...
You don't even know how to ride a horse.
Right.
No horse.
No armour.
Nothing.
Your lips form a line, looking down on your paper, you slowly peel it open.
The smell hits you first.
So, so good.
It hot and fuming and ready to be devoured.
You shove it into your mouth.
For a moment, the world of westeros wasn't Westeros.
The sudden ache in your jaw when you first bite into the food made you close your eyes, the pain and satisfaction both a welcome sensation.
Every bite and swallow felt divine.
You can thank your beloved Baelor.
Then your eyes snap open.
Oh Baelor.
Your heart squeezes again.
You stare at the food on your hands.
Because what are you even supposed to do?
'Hi, Your Highness, big fan, by the way don’t enter a trial by combat soon because it ends horribly?'
Your appetite shrivels at the thought.
You'll be dragged by your hair and fed to carnivorous pigs. Or worse.
You sigh through your nose and take a bite of the food.
Think.
Think.
What do you actually know?
You glance around the meadow.
There's too many banners, too many swords, knights, tents, it's all so smothering.
Somewhere around all this.
Duncan is probably around here.
And egg.
A mop of white catches your eyes among the crowd.
Well there's only two people who's heads are white.
Oh you hope to see daddy Maekar at least once in this life.
You hurriedly shoved the rest of the food into your mouth and jogged while chewing rapidly, your eyes never leaving the white head in the crowd.
Oh goody! another dilf you'll meet today, you almost tripped in excitement.
You meekly follow 3 paces behind him, making sure you've got enough people to cover you but as the same time also enough so you don't lose him. Except you can't see him very well, only the back of his head and cloak.
That doesn't hinder you in observing him.
Yes, it's observing.
Certainly not stalking, duh.
Oh how you wish you could've spawned as one of their cup bearers, you would see to them everyday and every second when they dine.
Much like how Queen Rhaenyra did to her father in their early years.
You realise how near, well not super near, but sensibly near enough to the black queen's time.
If you would've appeared just a few, few more years before, you could've dropped a boulder on the hightowers and ensured Queen Rhaenyra's claim.
Oh wait, you could drop a boulder on Aerion like right now.
If only you could find one as big as the iron throne, you could care less if you get caught after dropping it.
Too caught on by your thoughts, you fail to notice the pillar incoming in front of you. You went in head first, you slam with a loud thud, and you stumbled back, clutching both the paper bag and your forehead.
"Ouchhh..." You groan, rubbing your surely red spotted forehead. "Huh... Where's everyone.."
You realize the noise was no more, the people that kept bumping and hitting wasn't there anymore, and most of all, it was only you and..
Oh goodness, did you lose Maekar.
You groan once again.
The smell of roasting meat and food was faint, you're much farther from wherever you came in.
But there was still tents and some uhh, chairs and tables here, not as crowded as the main areas. But there are no nobles, no knights, nothing.
You frown, this wouldn't be an abandoned camp right? The smoke from the campfire was still kinda there and the plates still had some leftovers in it.
You take a step back.
Are you.. Trespassing?!
Okay, breathe, no one's here... Yet.
You've got to make your feet quick and disappear before anyone sees you and throws you into a snake pit.
You turn abruptly to gain momentum but you hit another very very hard wall once again.
A wall that clattered like metal when you hit it.
This time, you stumbled and fell down on your butt, the man, as you discovered, didn't make any move to help you up or even look apologetic, he stood with his legs wide in front of you.
You rub your surely, surely battered forehead, you scowl, head whipping up to glare at the perpetrator.
"You!" You point at him. The sun flashes down on his head, making it impossible to see his face, you squint, with no intention to help you, you begrudgingly stood up by yourself, patting your clothes in anger.
"You impudent little hedge-creeper."
You still before the voice.
Oh you know who this is.
Oh... You know who this is..
You swore your legs trembled a bit.
You're actually petrified, if you were to choose between death by spikes and death by trial, you'd choose to just die right this instant.
His hand shoots out to grip your arm, you yelp as he drags you out of the sun.
Here, in the shade, you can clearly see the resemblance of him and his father. Clearly.
“Trailing someone above your station… careless. Did you truly think it would go unnoticed?” his bruising grip tightens even more that makes you think if he wants to cut off your circulation all together.
"P-prince—! I-I didn't know it was y-you," you whimpered.
“Didn’t know? Then you’re a fool. And fools don’t wander this far without reason. Speak—what were you after?”
His face was so close to yours, in this angle, you can see how beautiful the beautiful violet targaryen eyes were.
Aerion's was a deep violet, like those amythests they sell on ebay but even better.
When you gave him no answer he leans close even more.
"Cat got your tongue?" He clicks his teeth. "Or is your pretty little head deciding which lie to tell me?"
You stutter, mouth opening but no words comes out.
This is it, your dead, what could you possibly tell him.
'Yeah, I followed you around because I thought you were your father and because I'm hopelessly in love with him I just needed to get a look.'
Yeah you dead.
Wait no.
He waits for you answer, scarily not blinking as he starts a no-blinking contest.
"I-I.."
He raises an eyebrow, he's getting impatient.
“I see… d-dragons’ blood flow in your veins, and yet... it is not yet awake.”
That makes him falter, his grip weakening around your arm, oh you'll know it'll bruise later.
“It’s not gone,” you murmur, forcing yourself to hold his gaze for a second longer.
Please believe this, please believe this.
“Just… waiting for the right moment.”
“Waiting,” he echoes, studying you like something that doesn’t quite make sense.
“Strange thing for a stranger to see.”
You blink profusely.
"You are the blood of the dragon—" you pause, tryna find something that can stroke his overflowing ego. "Just like the great Daemon,"
That successfully combs his pride for he let's you go the second you said Daemon's name, a dangerous glint shines in his eyes.
You rub your tender arm, the sting from his hold still imprinted.
"Who are you?" He asks.
You gulp, you're at the end of your wits.
"S-someone who," you wrack your brain, fiddling with your sleeves. "Someone who.. admires fire, in all it's forms."
A ghost of a smirk touches his face but quickly dissipates.
Your heart hammers in its cage.
"I've a-always been fascinated by it, dragons, fire, valyria," you pause, his eyes snaps at yours at the mention of their old home. "I-I mean only in passing, stories really. I've never seen one up close, a dragon I mean,"
You thought about if you'll really say it, should you say it? Nah, or maybe...
YOLO.
"Until now."
You thought you saw flames dancing in his violet eyes.
It's not so bad to please a prince.
If it meant you'll get out of here alive and in one piece.
"Curiouser and curiouser," he hums.
"I-I have to take my leave, your highness. It was a pleasure meeting you." You bow and immediately turned and fast walked.
You feel his gaze burning at the back of your head.
Please don't call me back, I can't take this anymore.
“Do not stray too far! I have plans for you!"
You bite your cheeks as you successfully join the crowd.
No matter.
You can just run away from here.
Oh but Baelor.
You scratch your head, whatever can you even do.
You almost had a stroke just talking to Aerion.
You can feel your soul dissipating.
Then your eyes catches a bald, shiny head running around the crowd.
