章 14: 014 Do You Wish To Be King?
'I hate her! I hate her! I hate her!'
Rhaenyra's mind kept repeating the phrase as she stormed through the Keep.
Her face twisted in rage and hatred while her heart thumped against her chest in agony.
Tears formed at the ends of her eyes, threatening to fall down, but she held them in; she is the heir to the throne – she cannot cry! She cannot show weakness!
As she walked through the long halls of the Keep, a figure emerged from one of the corners.
It was a man clad in knightly armour and a white cloak. The man had black hair and eyes that gazed at Rhaenyra with confusion.
"Princess?" Ser Criston Cole of the Kingsguard muttered in confusion when he saw the reddened cheeks and eyes of Rhaenyra.
But the Realm's delight ignored the knight and walked forward.
Criston's frown deepened, 'What happened?' he thought to himself.
Looking back at the forest he was about to go to and at Rhaenyra's back, he mumbled, "That can wait!"
Rhaenyra walked towards the stables; she took a horse and rode towards another hill in King's Landing – Rhaenys Hill.
ROOAAAR
Approaching Rhaenys Hill, Rhaenyra could hear her dragon—Syrax.
She entered, and her dragon was already out of her cave. Her golden-yellow scales glistened under the sunlight while its eyes trained towards Rhaenyra.
PURRR
The dragon purred at her rider, sensing the agony brewing inside her. It could see the distress on her face and feel the young girl's sorrow.
Rhaenyra didn't halt in her steps; in fact, she strode faster. Reaching her dragon, she mounted when she caught something from the corner of her eyes.
Criston rode behind Rhaenyra, but made sure to keep some distance for her privacy. However, he couldn't stop himself when he saw her mounting her dragon.
"Princess, wait!" he yelled, his face looking up at the early teen girl.
Rhaenyra glanced at him for a moment before she shifted towards her dragon.
Just like how Syrax could sense her feelings, she could also sense Syrax's attempts to console her.
"Fly," she said in High Valyrian as she tightly clenched the scales of her dragon.
ROOAAR
Surax roared and flapped its massive wings, frightening Criston's horse as it ran frantically into one of the caves for shelter.
Criston's eyes widened when his surroundings darkened, "Fuck!" the knight yelled as he tried to control the horse.
But the horse was relentless; it thrashed against the charred walls, hitting Criston in the shoulder as he fell off it.
He watched as his horse ran deep into the labyrinth of caves.
*ROOAR*
A set of dragon roars echoed through the caves and the knight understood; the horse is gone.
....
Meanwhile,
Unaware of the chaos she caused, Rhaenyra climbed higher and higher.
She could feel the hard wind hitting her face, wiping away the tears from her eyes.
ROAR
Syrax roared as she climbed higher into the sky. The air grew thinner and lighter, but that didn't stop the dragon from climbing.
Rhaenyra glanced down; she could see King's Landing, the Red Keep, getting smaller and smaller, until it was no bigger than a dragon scale.
"I wish my problems too, became smaller like them…" Rhaenyra mumbled as he released her grip on her dragon.
PURR
Syrax purred, shaking its head as it stabilised itself.
Rhaenyra closed her eyes, the weight in her heart slowly fading away to the cool breeze brushing against her.
"What should I do, Syrax?" Rhaenyra muttered as she gazed into the horizon. "I don't know what to do…" she continued, pressing her lips against each other.
'I don't want to hate her…..' she muttered inwardly, to which her dragon cooed.
Syrax glided at a steady pace, giving Rhaenyra her needed alone time to sort out her emotions.
Rhaenyra dazed into the air absent-mindedly, her heart a jumbled mix of emotions bursting out all at once.
Syrax flew until sunset; the dragon wanted to be with her bond a little more, but it could not. Rhaenyra had to solve this problem on her own.
The princess dismounted from her dragon, her eyes lifeless and hollow as she made her way back to the Red Keep.
FLICKER
The torches flickered in the silent darkness, illuminating the long hallways of The Keep, watching its next ruler trudge like a lifeless zombie.
Her back was hunched while her steps were short, her lifeless eyes were fixated on the ground, not sensing the gazes on her, nor did her ears pick up the faint murmurs along the walls.
Rhaenyra ignored it all; she didn't have the emotional strength to listen to others' ridicule any more and silently walked towards her quarters.
But as she walked towards her room, she felt something. She sensed someone close to her.
Her lifeless gaze darted towards her right to see who it was when her eyes widened and her heartbeat rose.
'Aegon!'
It was Aegon who was standing in the hallway.
"Aegon…." Rhaenyra mumbled; she clenched her fists until they turned white as she felt her heart twist in hatred and love for her brother.
But her eyes also caught sight of an old man. A man she disliked the most in her life – Otto Hightower!
His back was facing Rhaenyra, and the hand didn't notice the princess's presence as he looked down at his grandson and asked,
"Aegon, do you wish to be king?"
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HaremKing999
HaremKing999 Hi guys, sorry for the abrupt black out. I had some work to do.
And also, I need your opinion in this; currently, I have two ways for Rhaenyra--- Forceful love or romantic love.
I am leaning on the forceful love side but do let me know your thoughts
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