58 Tywin's Feint
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~~~(POV: Raenon Targaryen)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 16 Years)~~~
~~~(Location: Patio, Highgarden, The Reach, Westeros)~~~
~~~(Date: 300 AC)~~~
Dany basks in the morning sunlight coming over the horizon on the patio. It's just the two of us out here. Everyone else is either just getting up or is still asleep. My hand runs along her shoulders, and I stand next to her.
She leans into the touch. From the conversation we had yesterday, she and Margaery are getting along just a bit better. Dany knows that I love her and prefer her over any other woman.
I don't want to be with another woman. But we're the last of the Targaryens. Putting the burden of childbirth on Dany alone is cruel. We have two children and a third on the way. It's a good start to rebuilding the family.
The last thing I want is to lose Dany in childbirth. It sounds bad, but Margaery could ease that burden on Dany. With two women bearing children of House Targaryen, the family will grow twice as fast. While putting less risk on Dany at the same time.
Queen Alysanne, sister-wife to Jaehaerys The Conciliator, bore 13 children. I don't know how someone could survive such an achievement. Most women can't have one before dying.
I don't want Dany taking on the same burden as our ancestors.
"Tell me what's on your mind. I know when something is bothering you, Rae. We're husband and wife and brother and sister. There should be no secrets or worries the other doesn't know about."
The sudden voice from my sister takes my attention away. Instead of answering right away, I sit in the chair next to her and take her hand in mine. We watch the orange horizon as the sun is slowly creeping over the mountains.
Essos is a wonderful place, but Westeros has its beauty too. I only wish Dany and I's rule could be easier than it has been. Wars, politics, burning cities. All of it isn't what I want for my family. But I know my responsibility and duty.
And I will not run from it.
"Thinking of all the things that are changing... The one I hoped never would change would be our relationship. But now, even that has a new dynamic. But we both know it's required..."
The words leave my lips with a heavy tone. Telling Dany that I'm thinking about all of this as much as she is. Many would be elated at the thought of having multiple partners that are beautiful. Sharing you and bearing your kids.
That's a dream men everywhere have. But I can say I'm different than that.
"Yes, I know... Margaery is someone I'll have to get used to... Just know that I love you; it'll never disappear or lessen, and that will never change, Rae. No matter what happens. No matter how many children Margaery has."
I lift her hand and kiss the top of it. Her head turns to look at me, and our violet eyes lock onto each other. There is something else on her mind, and she listened to me. I have the same need to fulfill for her.
"You can speak to me about your worries too, Dany... It's not just about me..."
A small smile appears on her lips. She leans forward and captures mine in a kiss; it's supposed to be a short kiss. But it ends up being something we do before bedding each other. My hand finds its way to the back of Dany's head.
We sink into a familiar and wonderful motion we've mastered. Her hand runs through the top of my hair. In the back of my head, I know such an act in the open is a problem. But you need what you need.
After a few more seconds of our lips communicating with each other, we pull apart. There is a blush on Dany's face I'm familiar with. It's one she has when she's in the mood.
"Mmm..."
The sound she lets out brings me to the point she's at. Sadly, we can't just run off to our room and pull our clothes off.
We're not in our own home, and there are ears everywhere. Someone will hear the sounds we make when we share a bed. It's been hard the last few days, but we're managing.
"Dany... I know what you're thinking... But we can't... There is a time and place for everything, but we can't do that in a home that isn't ours."
There is a look of disappointment on her Valyrian features, but instead of saying anything, she grabs the back of my head and brings me in for another kiss.
Kissing is okay. That, I'll relent on.
~~~(POV: Tywin Lannister)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 66 Years)~~~
~~~(Location: Personal Tent, The Prince's Pass, The Red Mountains, Westeros)~~~
~~~(Date: 300 AC)~~~
"Lord Hand, the armies are nearly through The Prince's Pass. Shall I give the command to continue marching into Dorne?"
One of my brothers is informing me of the status of the troops. This is a strike against an enemy The Lannisters need. Dorne is one of the major supporters of Raenon. When it falls to House Lannister, their efforts will be dealt a critical blow.
Most of their armies are in Meereen, and from the reports I've been getting. Raenon and Daenerys are in Highgarden. I made sure the word slipped. I was going to attack Highgarden, but my true aim is Dorne. When the Kingdom falls, so will House Martell.
"Good; keep me informed of any changes."
He leaves, and I'm left in my tent. Whether I win or lose, this is my last war. Raenon will prove to be my greatest challenge. His armies, his dragons, and his claim to The Iron Throne are all obstacles I've never faced before.
I take a seat in my chair, and a cup of wine soon finds its way into my hand. A drink later, I find myself thinking about my family.
They really did ruin everything. All the plans and hopes I had for my family. Cersei and Jaime ensured that my plans were thoroughly destroyed, and Tyrion proved to be naught but what I thought of him when he was born.
There is much to do. It is only now that I find myself without allies when everything is crashing down. How cruel.
~~~(POV: Daenerys Targaryen)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 16 Years)~~~
~~~(Location: Highgarden, The Reach, Westeros)~~~
~~~(Date: 300 AC)~~~
Rae and I sit across from the Tyrell family as they pour over reports they've gotten. Rae has read some of them, and so have I. Tywin should've entered The Reach by now and been sacking and pillaging the lands. Coming for Highgarden and its riches.
"Something isn't right. Everything we're getting from our scouts is telling us Tywin and his armies are nowhere to be found. Do you think they're compromised, and we're receiving Tywins information?"
Mace Tyrell, the head of House Tyrell, speaks what everyone has already read in the reports. It's either as Mace said, or something more is happening here. I look at Rae, and he's taking on a thinking expression.
I know my brother, and I know what he's thinking most of the time.
"If not Highgarden..."
A realization hits him, and as it does. I start to think along the same lines as him... If not Highgarden... Then who... Who would prove to be a valuab-...
Oh...
Dorne.
Tywin and his armies are marching on Dorne.
Before I can say anything to Rae, he's already standing up and rushing outside. I hear him shouting into the sky with our mother tongue, and Rhaenys is soon screeching, and a large thud shakes the ground. It's not long before I'm up and watching Rae fly off in the distance.
Margaery walks up beside me as we're standing in the courtyard as he flies away. Raevor sees me standing there, and I take a deep breath. Sending my desire for Raevor to be here. My dragon wastes no time.
"Where is he going?"
Margaery isn't scared of Raevor. At the very least, she's not showing it. I turn to the girl, and she's waiting for an answer.
"He's going to stop Tywin from attacking Dorne. If they're not coming here, the only other place is Dorne. We have half their armies."
A soft expression takes on Margaerys features.
"Are you going to follow him?"
I give a simple nod, and Raevor lowers his body to allow me on. As I'm about to fly away, I look toward Margaery.
"Be safe, Daenerys Targaryen. Whether you like it or not, we'll be family soon. And I don't want my future sister-in-law to die. It would help my family, but I don't want that."
I appreciate her honesty, but I must catch up with my brother.
It's not long before I'm flying high and fast into the clouds, and I see Rhaenys in the distance. It takes a couple of minutes, but I catch up to my brother. He looks at me, wondering what I'm doing here. Before he can say anything, I start to speak.
"I'm coming with you, Rae! Dorne is the home of our closest allies; I'll not let you defend it alone!"
There is hesitation in his beautiful features, but after a couple of seconds, he accepts my answer. While I'm pregnant, that doesn't mean I can't ride Raevor and burn armies while I do it.
We are dragons, and this is our way.
