Once, life was good. I went from an ordinary guy to a millionaire. But after I got married, everything turned terrible. Maybe I shouldn't have been so drawn to her beauty. They say behind every successful man is a woman, but in my case, it's the opposite. I had it all, but what I really wanted was a happy family, a beautiful, loyal wife, and children of my own. The woman of my dreams turned into a nightmare. Betrayal is something you can handle through divorce, but she went to extremes, like trying to sabotage my car to make me crash into a tree. If I knew this would happen, I wouldn't have married. Regret won't change anything, and still I ended up with another terrible wife in another world. And she is Rhaena Targaryen from Game of Thrones.
Androw walked towards the tower where Aerea stayed, hoping to find her there. As he approached, he saw Septa Maryam coming in his direction. She looked up, saw him, and gave a respectful bow. "Lord Consort, have you seen Princess Rhaena?" she asked.
Androw blinked in surprise. Since his transmigration, he hadn't spoken much to these ladies, but he was aware of how they usually addressed Androw—sweet Androw, Androw boy. Why the sudden formality? And why was she asking him about Rhaena? The princess was always with them.
"No, I just returned," Androw replied, his confusion evident.
Septa Maryam looked thoughtful. "Hmm, I heard she went looking for you."
Androw chuckled. The idea of Rhaena looking for him was amusing. "Should I avoid her?" he mused aloud, mostly to himself.
At that moment, Rhaena appeared behind Androw, startling both him and Septa Maryam. Androw turned to look at her, his expression curious and a bit wary. Rhaena, however, ignored him and walked straight to Septa Maryam, leaning in to whisper something in her ear. Septa nodded, then turned and left without another word, leaving Androw and Rhaena alone.
Androw watched Rhaena, expecting some kind of outburst. She didn't disappoint. "Got tired of whores?" she asked, her voice cold and expressionless.
Androw met her gaze, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Already longing for my company, darling?"
His words seemed to irk her, and she turned to walk away. But she stopped halfway when Androw called out, "Wait." She turned back, her expression one of disinterest.
Androw continued, "Someone has tamed Balerion."
The mention of Balerion unleashed a beast inside her. She didn't hesitate to grab Androw by the shirt, her voice deep with anger. "How do you know?"
Androw could feel the rage welling up inside her. After all, that dragon had caused the death of her beloved brother-husband, Aegon the Uncrowned. Just as she hated Maegor, she equally hated his dragon. Seeing Androw not responding, she shook him violently, screaming, "Tell me!"
Androw just smiled before saying, "Shouldn't you ask who might be the one to tame that beast?"
Even though he didn't want to drag Aerea into a life of hell more than she was already experiencing, he had no choice. "Aerea."
Hearing her daughter's name made Rhaena's grip on Androw loosen. Her thoughts seemed to scatter, her eyes moving here and there. She started to show her anger again, muttering, "That mad child... that mad child," before making her way to Aerea's chamber.
Androw shook his head, seeing Rhaena believe his words without a second thought just because of her blind hate for the beast. In the end, he had to follow her before she might physically abuse the kid.
By the time Androw reached the chamber, Rhaena had already begun her share of Targaryen madness by wrecking Aerea's room. She threw the bed and lamp in fury, her voice echoing through the halls as she called out, "Aerea! Aerea!" Her rage knew no bounds as she stormed out of the room.
The commotion attracted others, who started to gather around Rhaena. She screamed at them, demanding they find Aerea as soon as possible. Seeing her sick behavior, Androw could only pity Aerea for having such a broken mother. It wasn't her choice that made her broken, but rather her late idiot husband.
Then suddenly Androw began to feel uneasy, not sure why, until he walked to the window. From there, he could see the hills that were actually Dragonmont beneath. A realization hit him hard. "Fuck!" he muttered before sprinting out of the room, heading down to ride his dragon.
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Fellow readers, sorry for the delay. I was a bit busy this week. Many of you have asked for longer chapters, and I'm trying to accommodate that. This chapter has already been released on Patreon, so I won't be changing all the released chapters to make this one longer. It's a bit tedious to do. Anyway, Volume One is about to end. I plan to complete it with two more chapters, so it will end at Chapter 31 if I'm satisfied with the ending. Don't worry, it's just to make the MC appear in a different timeline, like after 4 months, rather than me taking any hiatus. Just informing you all. For those who want to access chapters ahead of others, you can access my Patreon.
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