Agreement
(Rhaegon's POV)
"So when will we see her?" Nymeria asked as we sat in the table and ate, "She's going to live here, right?"
I had returned to Summerhall and told the Sand Snakes about everything I was told; the wedding will take place here and after my sibling is born.
"Soon." I said
Tyene looked at me, "Will she live here?"
I nodded, "She will." I said, "I want you all to get along."
Obara chuckled, "Don't worry, we will." She said, "I'll keep these two in their place. They have to know that while we fight each other for you, it's the Princess who's you'd be your wife."
"Sometimes I hate being born a Sand." Tyene muttered, "I could've married him already."
"No, if one of us was born a Martell, he'd marry me." Nymeria said as she drank from a cup
"You think so, bitch?" Tyene scowled
"Enough." I said as I took a bite of chicken, "I won't have you fighting over something silly like this."
Tyene chuckled as she leaned on her arm, "Oh?"
"Look, I expect the three of you to be Myrcella's friend, okay?" I said, "I understand that this whole dynamic would be weird and all but she's accepting, so long as it's just you three. And trust me, I don't intend to betray her trust. So let's all have an agreement, okay? Just you four, okay?"
"Us Four?" Obara raised her eyebrow
"I won't bed anyone else besides you Four." I said, "I give you my word. I'll marry Myrcella and we'll have children. And about the three of you, we'll see something about that. In the meantime, I expect the three of you to behave. I cannot have us divided in the brink of war. I need you to protect her when I'm not here."
Nymeria raised an eyebrow, "You want us to be the Princess's bodyguards?"
I nodded, "Basically." I said, "Can I count on that?"
"We won't do it for free." Tyene frowned
"You won't." I said while giving her a look, "Every second you spend with me, every minute you enjoy with me, and every time you lay in my bed, that is your reward."
She blushed slightly, "Oh? What a lover this one is." She said as she twirled her hair in her finger
"Fine." Obara said, "This is what we got ourselves into, sisters. We must obliged."
"Yea, sure." Nymeria said, "But tell us, Rhaegon, which one of us three is your favo-"
"Stop it." I said while rolling my eyes, "That's enough, let's finish eating and we'll go on a few laps on Morghul."
Nymeria chuckled and gave me a wink.
I sighed, "What a predicament..." I muttered to myself
Myrcella was too good for me, allowing this entire situation to happen. But considering that it was thrust onto me without asking, she didn't want to say anything. But she spoke the truth when I talked to her; she always wanted to marry me and right now, she's a girl stuck in the heavens, overjoyed.
I don't want to hurt her. She's to be my Wife.
But all of this is a distraction. I have to be focused on the real problems; The Threat In The North that the Three Eyes warned me about and the Pretender in the East. I've been having dreams, flashes of a Corpse in the Ice, north of the Wall. I think it's the Three Eyes sending me a message about the incoming threat. I want to know more, I want to know what we're dealing with. Aerion Targaryen's letter meant that he went beyond The Wall at some point and he saw it. He understood what the threat was but I suppose he got busy with the civil war and was unable to prepare the Realm.
Now, he's dead and all he left was a simple letter to his Wife, who died as well. Was that the letter that Aegon III read? Myrcella mentioned something like that. No. I don't think so. That other one is different according to her, she's looking for it, as a hobby.
There's no choice, though...
I have to venture back North. Straight North, past Winterfell to avoid my Aunt, and to the Wall.
I have to get answers there.
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"Hey, Monica." Tyene said as she crouched down as my sister sat on the ground, reading a book
"Hello." Monica said as she looked up at her, "How are you doing?"
"I'm doing good." Tyene said with a smile
We were at Storm's End; from what I gather, my Father was asleep after spending a whole night of drinking and feasting. I had come here to ask Mother some questions since she cannot fly, orders of the King.
I brought Tyene with me, leaving Nymeria and Obara at Summerhall since they don't want to add too much Mistress presence in the Castle.
We were in mother's study, where my sister was reading as Mother sat in her chair, rubbing her large belly.
"Mother." I said as I reached her desk
She smiled at me, "My sweetling, what is it?" She said, "You didn't bring the other girls?"
I shook my head, "No, They're getting ready for a trip." I said, "Up north."
She frowned, "Up North? You're leaving Summerhall unattended?" She asked
"Lord Dondarrion has kept it tidy all these years, it can manage a few weeks without me." I said as I crossed my arms, "I want to ask you a few questions if you know the answer to them."
She nodded, "Sure."
"What do you know of Aemon Targaryen, Castle Black's Maester?' I asked, "He's still alive, from what I hear."
"Ah. Maester Aemon." She said as she leaned back, "Takes me back when I was a child and visited the Wall with Rhaegar....."
"You met him?" I asked
"Yes, he's a kind old man." she said with a smile, "He's my Great-Grandfather's older brother. Son of Maekar and all."
"I see." I said
"Why?" She asked me, "You're going to the Wall?"
I nodded, "I need answers." I said, "He might have some. He's a Targaryen, I wager he'd talk to me."
"He would." She said with a smile, "He's old too, blind, but still as astute as he's always been. Oh, take him to meet Morghul, he does enjoy the touch of a Dragon."
I nodded, "Very well."
"What questions do you have for him?" She asked me
"The threat beyond the wall." I said, "Only those in the Night's Watch might be versed in that topic. Aerion Targaryen was beyond the wall, he saw something that he couldn't explain. Death."
"Hm...." Mother said, "I see. You intend to hear it from Aemon. Well, if he didn't see any of it, your friend might've."
I nodded, "Yea, Jon." I said, "Maybe."
"Well, I wish you good fortune." She said with a smile, "Do not forget to stop by Winterfell and give your regards to my sister, okay?"
I walked over to her side of the desk and leaned in, giving her a kiss on the cheek, "Sure." I said with a chuckle,
"If I don't forget."
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