Moon

Your eye catches something before you in the bushes. It's only a short glimpse and you pay it no mind. You ready your next arrow and then shoot at the tree. A horse neighs and a man falls of his horse. You barely missed his head. You force your horse to stop and jump off of it.

„By the gods! Fuck me! Are you alright ser? Please be alright! Please do not be dead!“, you scream. Rushing towards him you nearly stumble over your feet. When you reach him you find him lying on his front. Slowly you turn him around, cursing yourself for your foolishness. He looked fine, shocked but fine. Your eyes scan his body for any injuries but you find none. What you notice however is the way he is dressed.

„Are you alright?“, you ask the man again. He slowly blinks gazing up at you. His lips formed a smile. „Yes I am. You almost had me. If I would have ridden slower you would have shot me in my head.“, he answers you.

He groans when he tries to sit up and you curse under your breath. „Gods be good“ You help him sit up, he is probably bruised and he tries his hardest to hide the fact that he is in pain.

He studies you and looks at your horse and bow. His eyes locking with yours. „What does a lady like you, in the early hours of the morning, do outside in the forest with a bow? Hunting royalty like me?“, he asks. Your eyes widen in shock when you realise who is sitting infront of you. Now that you look at him closer there is no denying it. „Forgive me my prince. It was not my intent to hit you with my arrow nor to scare you. I just wanted to enjoy a morning ride and practicing with my bow. I was not paying attention at anything else“, you answer him honestly.

You feel a little ashamed of yourself for nearly killing the hand of the king, the heir to the iron throne, prince Baelor targaryen. He gives you a gentle smile and let's you help him up. „You know who I am but I do not know who you are. Where are you from and who are you?“ Baelors eyes sweep over your long hair and face. „I am Y/N, a Stark of Winterfell“, you answer him.

He takes your hand in his and lifts it up to give it a kiss. „It is nice to meet you Y/N“ You feel your cheeks heat up and you look to the side. The way his eyes gazed into yours made your heart race. „Well my prince it is nice meeting you too. Now I want to ask, what does a prince like you out here in the early hours of morning?“, you ask him. A sigh leaves his lips and for the first time he seems to drop the facade. He looks exhausted, drained even. „I just wanted to get some fresh air. Clearing my head“ He gazes past you into the trees. You understand that feeling. When everything get's to much.

That's one of the reasons why you always rode out in the early hours of the morning. The stress that was on you, suddenly felt lighter. „I understand. I often feel the same way. That is why I am riding out so often, it clears your mind“, you tell him. He nods and gives you a gentle smile. „Well my prince since I nearly killed you and probably caused you a heart attack, I want you to please come with me to Winterfell. I am sure my lord father will be delighted to have you among us. You will have a place to rest and food in your belly. If there is something else I can do for you than please ask me“, you offer him.

He thinks about it for a moment but you already see it in his eyes what he is going to say. „I will accept your offer“

You give him a bright smile and get your horses. Baelor manages to get on his horse and you still feel bad for what happend to him because of you. Then you ride towards Winterfell, side by side.

When you arrived at Winterfell, many gathered around you. Starring. A wolf and a dragon side by side. A lady alone with a prince. You know how this must look like, but you do not care. You never did care about what others thought of you. It would make you insane if you spend one thought on thinking about what others might think of you. It was not worth it.

Your brother was the first to greet you and bowed to Baelor when he saw him. Soon your whole family welcomed him and you were sitting inside the hall eating warm food. It was fine till your brother asked you how the two of you meet.

The gods surely were laughing at you. Your fathers interest was peaked and you felt your cheeks getting warmer. How do you explain to your family that you nearly killed the heir to the iron throne on one of your morning rides? That is something you might only find in a bad dream, your heart would race when you wake up. This however was not a dream. It was realitly. Baelor looked at you and then to your brother. A smile on his face. „Your sister is really talented with her bow, she even almost hit me“

You smile embarrassed. Baelor was not mad at you however. Something that you did not expect. You believed he would rage and be angry at you. But he was not. He gave you a gentle smile that reached his eyes. It made the tips of your ears turn red.

Lucky for you your brother did not dig further and your father talked Baelors ear of. Only your mother seemed to notice the look Baelor had given you and seemed to know something you did not.

After eating you returned to your chambers, your mother already waiting there. „Mother-“ Before you could even start to speak she silenced you with your hand. Walking closer towards you and cupping your face. Her eyes looking deeply into yours. „The Prince seemed to like you. I noticed it by the way he looked at you. Did the two of you kiss?“, she asks you. Your mouth falls open and you cannot believe what she is asking you. Your cheeks burning like fire now.

„Mother! No! By the old gods no!“ You nearly scream at her. Why would she think that the two of you kissed? Her eyes gazed into yours, trying to search for lies but she finds none. She let's go of your face and sighs. She sounds like she is disappointed. „Well...Goodnight then my dear“, she says. Then she leaves you. Your mouth still wide open. What has gotten into her? Well your mother was always strange, but this strange...

You shake your head and make yourself ready for bed. It is time that you get some sleep. However all you can think about is Baelor Targaryen. The gentle smile he gave you, just the thought of it makes your heart race.

You do not want to think much about it, but you cannot help yourself. His smile was just breathtaking, and you wanted to see it more often. When you are dressed in your nightgown you hear a knock at your door. „Come in”, you answer. You believe it is your little sister. She always comes to you at night, wanting you to read a story to her. The door opens but to your surprise it is not your sister entering your room but Prince Baelor. „My prince! What brings you to me?”, you ask him. Feeling a little bare in your nightgown.

He smiles at you calmy, his presence strangely calming you. Baelor comes closer to you but stops a few steps before you. „I know I am visiting you rather late Lady Y/N, I hope it does not bother you”, he begins. His eyes gazing into yours. Your fingers play with each other, and you give him a smile. „No not at all. Though I must admit that it surprises me”

You cannot hide that you are nervous and to your surprise once again he takes one of your hands in his, squeezing it gently. „Lady Y/N I do know that this might come as a surprise and I am very well aware of the fact that this seems a bit rushed, but I want to ask for your hand”, he tells you. Your eyes widen in shock, and you feel like you are dreaming. Why by the old gods would Baelor Targaryen ask for your hand? When Baelor saw how speechless you are he chuckled.

„I feel honoured; however, I do not understand why? As you say we have only just met and I do not see why you would be interested in making me wife”, you tell him honestly. He nods, understanding your trouble to understand why.

Baelors eyes gaze at your hands and it looks like even he needs a moment to find his words. When he opens his mouth again to speak his eyes are glinting with gentleness. „The moment you nearly hit me with an arrow took me quite of guard. When my back hit the ground, I believed it was over. But when I heard your curses and saw your face looking at me, it was like a gift from the gods. Do not miss understand me…but in my position I also must remarry sooner than later”, he tells you honestly.

You nod understanding him. He is an honest man, and he surely will make a great husband. So, you have no choice but to say yes. „I accept your proposal Prince Baelor” A bright smile on your face. He returns your smile. A happy moment between the two of you. „Well…we will have to tell my parents about it”, you say. Looking at your hands. Only now you notice that his are a little rougher than yours. He nods, his head tilting to the side. „I already talked with your father about it. He agreed, still I wanted to ask you. I would have not married you if you would have refused” Baelor Targaryen surprises you over and over again.

And your dear husband Daeron. Just like he is doing now. Your dear husband has your twin boys attention, playing with them.

Baelon and Maekar Targaryen

The names you have chosen for your boys.

In the middle of the night he got up because one of your boys cried. Telling you to stay in bed. That was one of the sexiest things you ever witnessed. Your husband getting out of bed to take care of your babys.

Now watching them from the bed made your heart fill with warmth. Daeron has not noticed that you are awake and continues to talk to his little boys. You watch how Baelon holds Daerons index finger and puts it in his mouth. A chuckle leaving Daerons mouth. „No my little boy, this is not something you can eat“, he murmurs.

He wants to remove his finger but Baelon refuses to give his finger free.

„Alright, alright. You can have it a little while longer“, Daeron gives up. A smile on his lips. You can not stop yourself from laughing. Daerons head now turning to you. „Good morrow my wife, how did you sleep?“, he asks. His voice soft as he speaks to you.

Slowly you get out of bed, your nightdress perfectly frames your body. Daerons eyes gazing at you with love and devotion. Even after you gave birth to your twins, Daeron found you still desireable. More than that. It made you glad and happy that he still desired you, even though your body changed a bit.

„Good morrow love. Yes, thanks to you. The best sleep I had in a long time. I hope our boys did not cause you any trouble?“, you ask him. He takes your hand and let's you sit down on his lap.

His lap has gotten into a safe place for you, like your own personal throne. Maekar rolls onto his chest and gazes up at you, making babbling sounds. „They have been great. Not causing any trouble, they have behaved. Both of them have your gentleness“, he whispers in your ear.

Baelon finally let's go of his fathers finger and gazes up at you. Babbling along with his brother.

„I guess our boys want your love now my princess“, Daeron chuckles. You smile and lift the boys onto your lap. They both smile at each other clapping into their hands.

„My boys, did Papa take good care of you?“, you ask them. Both giggle and smile at their father before gazing back at you. „It seems like they are madly in love with you husband“, you tell him. A bright smile on your face as you gaze at your husband.

He smiles back, looking deeply into your eyes. His hand coming up to your face and cupping your cheek. His thumb brushing gently over your skin. „I love you so much, so so much“ he breathes against your lips.

Daeron holds your gaze and you smile, warmth spreads through your body. A deep feeling of love shared through your gazes. You break the distance between the two of you and give him a gentle kiss.

He returns it, his lips moving against your. On your lap, your boys start to protest. Not liking it that their father is taking their mothers attention. „Pa-pa...pa“, Baelon hums angry. You break your kiss and look both at Baelon. He has a frown on his face, pouting.

Daeron looks suprised. His little boy spoke. His first word. „He just said Papa“, Daeron whispers happily. You give him a smile full of love. Your sons first word is Papa, how wonderfull.

A chuckle leaves you and you give your boy a gentle kiss on his forehead. Maekar humming angrily along. You also give him a kiss on his forehead, smiling at them. Both your boys are sweethearts and you love them with all your heart.

„We should put them back into their beds“, Daeron says after a while. He lifts Maekar from you and places a gentle kiss on his forehead before he places him in his bed, he does the same with Baelon.

They do not complain, instead they babble with each other and hum. Daeron helps you up and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. „You know...I think they would be happy If we gifted them with another sibling...“, he whispers hoarsly.

You raise a brow and gasp when he lifts you up with ease. „Daeron! Put me down!“, you demand. He does not. Instead he carries you to your bed and showers you with kisses. Your laughter filling the room. Yours and Daerons love has changed the both of you.

If you would sell the flower shop, you could pay off all your bills. It would be so easy but then you would have to find a job and there is no guarantee that you will find one. Searching for one now is nearly impossible and if you are honest with yourself you don’t want to. You don’t want to sell the flower shop, nor stop working in it because it is one of the last things your grandmother left behind for you. The flower shop has more worth to you than any money on earth.

Rubbing your eyes you look at the clock on the wall of the flower shop. It is 8 pm. Time to close the shop and walk home. Your stomach growled, demanding food. You haven’t eaten for 6 hours because you forgot to bring lunch with you. Only because you overslept. Putting on your coat and red hat you turn around to look at the shop for one last time. Flowers, tree seedlings and vegetable plants are watered and taken care of. Nothing is out of place. You take in one last breath your eyes closing. The earthy and floral scent filling your nostrils. It reminds you of the time you and your grandmother spend here. She always told you to take in everything you see because you never know when you will see it again.

She said that because you never took your time. You always rushed to things instead of taking your time. Time you probably would have needed. “My dear if you continue like this, I fear you will outrun your life. Take your time my dear. Take in everything around you to the fullest otherwise you will miss the best parts of living”

You open your eyes again, a small smile forming on your face. So many things have changed since then. Now you take your time with your life, enjoying it to the fullest.

You leave the shop and lock it, making your way home.

The moment you open the door, something soft jumps at you. Cinccinos face rubbing against yours. “Hello to you to Cinccino! I hope everything was alright at home?”, you ask her. Patting her head softly. She purred. “Cinccino! Cinccino” She held tightly onto you, her eyes gazing at yours. Cinccino was your grandmothers Pokémon. You yourself never had luck in catching one when you were younger. Your younger self would be mad if she new that you are still without a Pokémon. Well, there is nothing you can do about it. Not now at least.

“Oh really? You managed to cook on your own? How often do I have to tell you not to do things like this when I am not at home. What would you have done if something catched fire?” You pull off your boots and hang up your coat, Cinccino taking your hat and jumping off you. “Cinccino, Cinccino, Cinccino” She places your hat on the table where there was already warm stew waiting for you. The smell hitting your nose in an instant. It smells delicious. Your mouth is starting to salivate.

“Alright…but please be careful next time, okay? I don’t want you to hurt yourself”, you tell her.

She chirps and smiles at you. Defeated by her cooking skills and charm you sit down and eat her stew. Your grandmother would laugh when she saw you like this. It is crazy to think that you are eating food cooked by a Pokémon, but here you are. The taste is delicious and you sigh with you when you are finished. Cinccino smiling proudly. You clean the dishes with Cinccinos help. Then you clean yourself and go to bed. Cinccino cuddling with you. “Goodnight” She purrs and closes her eyes. You do the same and soon fall asleep.

The next morning it rained heavily. You put on your coat and red hat, Cinccino hiding inside your coat. Daisies in your hand. Today you wouldn’t leave for work, today you are visiting your grandmother’s grave. The walk to the cemetery was long and cold. The rain pouring down on your umbrella. The way there always felt stretched. You always think back on the day she died. She was sick for a while but never told you anything about it. So, it was sudden when she collapsed one day. You were worried sick and when she opened her eyes again you knew. She apologized to you, telling you she wished she wouldn’t leave you alone. Tears fill your eyes, but none leave them. Cinccino moves in your coat and looks out of it, gazing at you.

She senses your sadness. You often wonder if Cinccino knew about your grandmother’s state. Pokémon often sense more than we realize.

“It’s alright”, you whisper.

You reach the cemetery and walk past other graves. The cemetery is empty except for you and Cinccino. No wonder, in that weather there are not many people that go out. The atmosphere around here is heavy. Pressing against your chest.

You reach your grandmother’s grave and place down the daisies. The gravestone is completely wet. Rain droplets running down the stone like tears. “It has been a while…since I visited you. I hope you are…not mad at me because of that” You are gaze at her name carved into the gravestone. Your grandfathers carved under it. He left you all years before she did. “No…I know you aren’t mad at me…you never were” Cinccino peaked out of your coat, her gaze fixed on the grave. Her gaze turning distant. You swallow, cold air hitting your face. More rain pouring down. The wind is turning stronger.

“Cinccino cooked. Can you believe that? I told her to be careful though. We don’t want that our house starts to burn.” Cinccino looks up at you and then back at the grave. “Cinccino” You chuckle. Another strong wind whips through the cemetery.

You kiss your palm and touch the gravestone. “I will visit you again soon…I promise”, you whisper.

Slowly you stand up, your gaze fixed on her grave.

Closing your eyes you take a deep breath. Everything is going still around you for a moment. It feels like she is here with you. Watching over you. You nod and release your breath. Eyes opening.

With one last look you leave. The stones crunching beneath your boots. Cinccino rubs her head against your chest, and you look down. Her eyes gazing up at yours. “I am fine, don’t worry” You smile down at her. Out of nowhere you bump into something hard, crashing to the ground with it. A groan leaving your lips. Your eyes open to gaze into one red eye. “I am so sorry! I didn’t watch where I was going”, you apologize immediately. The man beneath you looks like he is in pain. He frowns and his jaw is tightened. The rain pouring down on you both.

When you realize that you are on top of him you stand up immediately. “I am really sorry, please let me help you up” You over him your hand and a weak smile. The man gazes at you, his eye dark. Slowly he takes your hand, letting him help you up. Cinccino hides in your coat.

“Do all woman not watch where they are going or are you an exception?”, he asks coldly.

You turn bright red due to his words. Anger and shame pump through your veins.

How rude, however, it was your mistake. “No, I was just lost in thought”, you answer a little too sharp. Your gaze going towards the cemetery. He notices of course he does. His gaze is going back to you. His one red eye looking intensely at you. Now that you observe him closer, he looks strangely clothed.

The man has two additional locks of green hair, which slide down to his shoulders. He wears a white robe, that you have never seen before, with an elaborately designed brown piece with blue rectangles above it, holding a two-toned cloak with eye patterns above his robe. The left side of his cloak is purple while the right side is yellow. He wears brown loafers.  A crest lays right below the collar of his cloak. The crest is unknown to you. Whoever this man is, he looks like a member of some evil group. Or he loves making strange fashion choices.

“You left the cemetery. So that’s why you didn’t watch where you were going. You were thinking about your loved one, didn’t you?”, he observes. You take a deep breath and look to the side. He is way too observant for your liking.

“Yes, I did” You press your lips together. Your hair sticking to your face now and your clothes getting soaked. Where is your umbrella? You look around trying to find it. When you find it, you walk over to pick it up, but the stranger is faster. His hand wraps around the handle and lifts it up from the ground, offering it to you. You take it, your fingers brushing against each other briefly. A shock of electricity running through your body.

“I am sorry to hear that. Losing someone who is dear to you isn’t easy” You look at his face. Whatever he feels is hidden behind a shield. A perfect poker face. So, you don’t know if he means it. An uneasy feeling spreads through your stomach but you decide to ignore it.

“Thank you…” You swallow and bite your lips. Your grandmother comes to your mind again. She would invite him as a gesture of apology. Even if he ended up turning her down, she would ask him anyway. It was simply a matter of good manners.

“Can I make it up to you by inviting you to coffee?” Your eyes looking into his. He gazes back at you, still a blank expression on his face. Something dark grossing over his eye. Then a small smile forms on his face. It was a small twitch of his lips at first but then it formed into a small smile. Only his left side rises, his right side stays down, forming an unusual smile.

 “I would love to” His eye twinkling darkly.

Here you are now in a small cafe that is your favourite. He sits opposite from you and drinks his black coffee. You on the other hand order Y/F/D and for Cinccino pokeberry cake. She sits on your lap and chirps happily. The man in front of you has introduced himself as Ghetsis.

Ghetsis was really surprised when Cinccino popped out of your coat, because he hasn’t noticed her before. “She doesn’t like to be in Pokeballs? Why is that?”, he asks you curious. You smile and look down at Cinccino. Cinccino always hated to stay in her Pokeball. Never liking it. She loved to run around freely, but that was her choice. “Cinccino doesn’t like Pokeballs in general. She always was like this…running around on her own”, you tell him.

He nods sipping from his coffee while listening to you.

“That is the right thing to do. You see Pokémon shouldn’t be forced to stay in Pokeballs. They are beings who deserve to be set free and not controlled by their trainers” You see the distant gaze in his eye. Patting Cinccinos head softly. “Do you have Pokémon?” He nods again, a small smile on his lips. “Yes, however they are in their Pokeballs. They like it that way”, he tells you calmly. You nod, a small smile on your lips. Every Pokémon should be able to choose what they want.

You take a sip of your drink, really enjoying his company now. The liquid tasting delicious on your tongue and flowing down your throat. “Do you have more Pokémon?” Placing down your cup you shake your head.

“No, I only have Cinccino” You gaze at him and his eye darkens again. His smile widens on the side. “Then I am sure Cinccino gets all your love. No enemy who could take away all that love”, he chuckles.

You chuckle with him.

The rest of the conversation going to things you like to do and what you do for a living. He listens intently, his red eye twinkling. The red eyepiece over his right eye shimmering in the light. He asks you some questions about plants and the shop you own. Where it is and what its name is. You can’t lie to yourself. Ghetsis is an interesting man and even if he is a little strange, he is pleasant company. You barely get to know information about him though. He is a very secretive man. Cinccino finishes her cake and you your drink. Ghetsis also has finished his coffee. It’s pretty late now and you decide it’s time to leave.

You pay but Ghetsis mentions briefly that he will pay next time.

Its so brief and you barely hear it that you pay it no mind. You leave the café; the rain has gotten a little less. “Thank you for giving me a wonderful evening. It has been a pleasure talking to you. I would love it if we would see each other again”, he tells you. A half smile on his face. You smile back at him. “I would like that” He nods, then turns around and leaves. You watch his back disappear and turn around yourself, leaving in the opposite direction.

A few days have passed since your encounter with Ghetsis.

You haven’t seen or heard of him again. Other worries have been plaguing you lately. All over the news people get warned if they step outside. A group called Team Plasma is attacking people and taking Pokémon away from their trainers. They also break in, in shops and museums. Stealing valuable and ancient artifacts.

They justify their actions by saying that they are just setting the Pokémon free from oppression.

It worries you and as ridiculous as it sounds, you have been taking Cinccino with you on your way to work. You are aware that this is dangerous. For the both of you, but you also don’t want her to be alone at your home. If you are honest, you are safe nowhere. Anywhere and at any time something can happen to you.

On your way to work you feel watched. Your paranoia slowly getting to you. Always looking over your shoulder to cheek if someone is following.

It turns so bad that every time you look forward you feel eyes on your back.

Cinccino is running after you, chirping happily. At least she doesn’t seem to sense any danger. The sun shining down on you. It is a wonderful spring day. The temperature is perfect. When you finally reach the shop, you release a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. You enter and turn the sign to open. Putting away your bag and hat. It is time to get to work. You start to put new flowers into pots, water the plants and look check if they are healthy.

Cinccino helps you out, bringing you the watering can or new pots. With her help you are three times faster than usual. It really helps you a lot. The first half of the day you barely have any customers. The few that show up either buy nothing, only asking you for some advice or buy only one plant. But you don’t let that discourage you and carry on working hard. After your break you and Cinccino pick up working again. The radio running in the background playing your favourite song.

You hum along with it. A smile on your face.

Cleaning the ground with your broom while you hum. The bell rings, signalling someone entered the shop. You stop humming and turn around with a smile. “Welcome how may I help you” When your eyes settle at the customers you nearly let your broom fall.

Two grunts of team Plasma stand in the middle of your shop. Their Pokeballs ready. “You can help us by coming with us without a fight. Make it easier for yourself”, one of the grunts says.

You gaze over at Cinccino for a second.

She looks angrily at the grunts ready to fight. There is still a change to escape. Behind you is a door that leads to the storage room. In the storage room is a door that leads outside. If you managed to get there you might have a change to escape them fully.  Your grip tightens around the handle of the broom. “Leave my shop now”, you warn them.

They shake their heads. “This could have been way easier” Before they can react you whistle and throw your broom at them. Cinccino jumping towards you and climbing onto your shoulder while you dash towards the storage room. One of the grunts frees their Pokémon. Cursing they dash after you. You throw over one shelf and reach the door that leads outside. Lucky for you it is open. In no time you are in the alley. A Liepard on your heels. Why the hell is this happening? You should have stayed at home today.

Liepard is slowly but surely catching up to you. The alley suddenly became way longer than you remember.

Cinccino held onto you tightly, she was really scared now. Your rushed steps echoing of the walls of the alley. You turn around a corner; you are so close to leaving the alley now. You already see it. Your ticket out of here. Escaping the nightmare. Cinccino screeches and before you can react the world turns black around you. The light disappears from your vision. Darkness wrapping around you like a cloak.

Your eyes open slowly, adjusting to the light.

Gazing at an unfamiliar celling, your head throbbing in pain. A warm blanket is placed over you. What happened? Your eyes gaze around the room. The room is unknown to you, like everything that is in it. Your brain still throbs in pain. Didn’t you just run away from Plasma grunts and a Liepard? You nearly escaped. Then it shoots through your brain. Where is Cinccino? You want to sit up but to soft hands press you back down again. “Please stay in bed. You need to rest”, a female voice says. You turn your head to the side, seeing a young woman smile at you. She looks a few years younger than you or maybe she is the same age as you. You can’t tell. Her brown eyes gaze into yours. The womans hair is yellow, tied to a braid with a blue band, with two locks standing out and wearing a blue blouse. You can’t see the rest of her body from your position.

“Where am I?” Your voice sounds rough and hoarse. She takes a glass of water in her hands and gives it to you. The water flowing down your throat, making you feel a little better. “Thanks” She takes the water from you and places it back onto the nightstand.

“You are in a castle. In Ns Castle to be exact.”, she answers you softly.

Your eyes widen. Confusion crossing your face. Are you in a castle? She must be joking. Making a fool out of you. She sees your confusion and smiles at you with sympathy. “Don’t worry you will soon understand” She stands up and walks towards the door. “Wait what’s your name?” She stops in her steps and turns around to you. “Concordia.”

With one last look she leaves, and the door falls shut behind her. You are at loss of your words and gaze at the door. So many questions ghost through your mind. Worry spreading through you. You still don’t know where Cinccino is and why you are here. The Plasma grunts must have brought you here after they catched you. You have been kidnapped. The realization hitting you like a brick. That is a cruel joke. A big nightmare. You pinch your cheek in hopes to wake up, in vain. No matter how many times you pinch yourself you don’t wake up in your own bed. This is worse than a nightmare, this is your reality now.

You gaze around the room again. This place is strange. It looks rich. Expensive.

It feels like a golden cage to you. You are a prisoner here. A prisoner in a golden cage.

Slowly you sit up and get out of bed. Your clothes still on you. They wouldn’t have been so stupid and leave the door unlocked. You grip the handle and pull it down, the door falling open. A long hallway coming into your sight. They didn’t really believe you would stay in the room, did they? You shake your head. Slowly you leave the room behind and walk into the hallway. One leads to the left the other leads straight-ahead. You walk into the one that is straight-ahead. This place is huge, really huge! There are portraits on the wall. Some are of landscapes; some are of Pokémon and one…one looks like a family portrait.

You can see Concordia, she is still a kid, next to her is another girl with pink her, before them stands a boy with green her and behind all of them stands a man with pale green hair. Your eyes widen. That man…it is him. Ghetsis. He looks younger in the portrait; he looks like he is in his twenties there. The Ghetsis you know is in his forties. But there is no mistake, this is Ghetsis.

He looks like a king in that portrait, proud and arrogant. That is not the Ghetsis you have met though you thought he was a prideful man. The crest right below the collar of his cloak comes to your mind. It is the same one team Plasma grunts wear the same crest on their clothes. Could it be? He is the boss of team Plasma. He ordered his grunts to kidnap you. Ghetsis is the reason you are here. “WHERE IS SHE!” You press yourself against the wall when you hear the loud howl. The rage in the voice makes your blood run cold. That voice… “I TOLD YOU TO WATCH OVER HER! HOW STUPID CAN YOU BE? GET OUT OF MY SIGHT! I WILL SEARCH FOR HER MYSELF!”

That is Ghetsis voice. Just…way more aggressive. Nightmarish aggressive. Not the calm voice you got to know. The sound of things being knocked over, reach your ears. Oh Dear.

You press yourself tighter against the wall and walk sideways. This is horrible. You must escape before he finds you. Your eyes look around the hall; there is only one way. As silently as possible you run down the hall, stairs coming into your sight. You could run down the stairs, which would be a good idea. Or you could continue to run down the hallway. Maybe it leads you to another staircase? Steps reach your ears. The person isn’t in sight yet but will be soon. Without thinking you rush past the stairs and further down the hallway. You try your hardest to don’t make any sounds, praying it works.

Where should you go? A door comes into sight and without thinking you open it. You find yourself in a library.

There is no time. Rushing through the bookshelf’s you search for a good hiding place. The library is big and you don’t know how many shelfs you have passed by now. You find yourself in a corner. In the moment you want to turn around and walk a different direction you hear the door open. Slow, calm steps that walk into the library. Your heart starts to pound against your ribs. No, he will find you. You dug behind the shelf and try to stay as silent as possible. If you move now, you will be heard.

The steps stop after a while and you hear someone pulling out a book from a shelf, flipping through it.

A sense of calmness washes over you. Whoever this is…isn’t Ghetsis. Hopefully. Slowly you stand up, making your way around the shelf to get a better look at the person. The flipping continues. After a making your way around another shelf you see a young man with green hair. He reads a big book, totally focused on it. Not noticing you. He looks like the young boy on the portrait.

You still have to leave.

The door swings open again, and you hide again behind one of the shelves. “N did you see her?”, Ghetsis asks. He steps further into the library, and you hear that N stops flipping through the book. “Who?” You hear Ghetsis growl in frustration. His anger filling the whole room.

“DON’T PLAY THE FOOL! YOU KNOW VERY WELL WHO I MEAN!”, Ghetsis growls. You hold your hands before your mouth. Your heart pounding so loud you fear he might hear it. This is just a nightmare. You whished Cinccino would be here by your side. “No father. I haven’t seen her. I am sure she will be here somewhere around the castle. If I find her, I will tell you about it”, N tells Ghetsis. You don’t see any of their faces, but you know Ghetsis is towering over N like a giant. If you where in Ns place you would have dug a hole into the ground.

You don’t hear what Ghetsis says to N next but hear that he leaves the library and hits the door close.

After a while of silence, you feel your heartbeat calm down.

The sound of flipping pages filling the library again. “He is gone now. You can come out”, N says. You freeze in your spot and hold your breath. A soft chuckle reaching your ears. “Don’t worry, I am not planning on harming you.” You swallow and slowly stand-up walking out of your hiding place. N still stands there flipping through the book.

He turns towards you and smiles at you. His smile reaching his eyes.

“You are wonderful, just like I was told. The atmosphere surrounding you is fascinating. No wonder he decided to take you here. He is a very passionate man my father. Don’t worry, he is only like this when something is really important to him. You are important to him.”, N tells you. You wrap your arms around yourself. Honestly you are tired. “He is only worried about you. After you got brought here by our grunts you were unconscious and my father ordered my sisters to take care of you. The two grunts got punished for what they did to you, you know? I often saw him furious but never this much”, N informs you.

This is way too much information. N seems sweet and you feel that he isn’t lying to you. He is honest with you.

“I am still afraid. When you wake up in a place you don’t know, without your Pokémon by your side you get afraid. I was kidnapped by the grunts. How do you expect me to react. Stay put and twiddle my thumbs?” N gives you a look of sympathy. Placing the book back into the shelf. “No of course not. Everyone would be afraid, it’s only natural. My father, he is very passionate, as I have mentioned. Do you know about his goal? He wants to give Pokémon more rights. Campaigning for their liberation. With team Plasma we will make the world a better place for Pokémon. Believe once you get to know him, he isn’t so bad”

You look at N and rub your arms. Pokémon deserve more rights. He isn’t wrong about that, but why do you feel like there is still something fishy about all of this.

“If you are worried about your Cinccino don’t worry. She is taken care of and will be given to you soon”, N tells you.

The mention of Cinccino makes you nearly run him over. She is all you have left now in this crazy place. The last thing that connects you to your grandmother. “I want to believe you N, but this is…” N places a hand on your shoulder. A gentle smile on his face. “Come, I will bring you back to your room. I know this is so much but please rest and think about it for a while…I would love to…have a new member in our family.”

You look at him confused. N looks away from you and leads you out of the library. Maybe he is right. You should rest and think about it. If you are completely honest there is no way that you can escape from here. Escaping without Cinccino feels wrong. You must wait for the perfect moment and maybe find out what Ghetsis really wants. N leads you back to the room where you escaped from. “I will visit you again tomorrow and maybe I can bring Cinccino. Rest well”, he says softly.

He leaves you alone in the room and you gaze at the bed. The armchair in the room has been knocked over, and a lot of other things lie on the ground. You decide to gather everything and place it back where you believe it was.

After a while everything is clean and tidy.

With a proud smile on your face, you fall onto the bed. It’s time to sleep. Your eyes falling close.

Then the door to the room opens. You sit up immediately and find Ghetsis standing there. His one eye gazing at you. “You are here” His voice dangerously calm. You don’t like the way he is staring at you but try your hardest not to let it show. “Yes, I am here” You look at him and cross your arms. “Care to explain why you let your grunts kidnap me?”, you ask him a little to sharply. His gaze darkens. He closes the door behind him and moves closer towards you. You stand your ground not moving an inch, even though you want to dig a hole into the ground and bury yourself.

When he towers over you, you feel like a dwarf. You hate it.

His left-hand lifts to touch your face, his hand filling cold against your skin. Ghetsis red eye gazes intently at you. “You are here to be my wife. To be mine”, he says darkly.

A shiver runs down your spine. To be his wife? Your fists clench together at your sides. “You really think I want to become your wife?” He tilts his head, his hand squeezing your cheek a little to tightly. You gaze up at him and see a few cracks in his well-kept together expression. “You will because I say so. You will be the mother to my children and take care of my son and daughters. They need a mother. After we met, I knew you were the right choice” His head comes dangerously close to yours. He has you in his grasp. You must play along. If you want to win this and survive you must play along. Ghetsis eye looks deeply into yours. “You are mine now”

His lips crash onto yours, hungrily and greedy. Ghetsis holds your head tightly, his lips feeling rough against yours. Your hands reach for his coat, holding onto it tightly. He carefully moves his body closer to yours, now pressing against you.

Ghetsis breaks the kiss, a half grin on his. “You belong to me, do you understand”

Ghetsis pulls away and leaves the room. Locking your door. He isn’t stupid. You sigh and fall onto the bed again. The kiss running through your head. He kissed you. Now you are sure that Ghetsis doesn’t have all cups in the cupboard. He is insane. Ghetsis still has some charm around him but what if this is all just façade? Only time will tell. You curl into a ball under the blanket and closer your eyes. Exhausted you drift of to sleep with ease.

“Father please I want my doll back.”

“Well, no she pulled my hair.”

“You said we were going to the gardens.”

“Papa—“

All voices mixed into one, small hands tugging and roughing their way onto the fabric of his doublet, the usual string and broad posture faltering under all of the weight. Aerion had clung to his arm, attempting to snatch whatever Daella had taken, most likely already hers back from her, Daeron shoving him off, tangled around his legs. Rhae babbled in the corner, rocking in the still of her bassinet, whacking the rattle in her hands against the cotton covered wood, bright violets gawking up at her father. Aemon sat beside her, a book tossed into his lap, absentmindedly grabbing the pages as he held her other hand in his.

Sweet it would seem, but even as a babe she was much a handful as the rest of them. Something her elder brother knew not to get too close nearly hit with the wooden toy.

Though the final blow, came quite literally. Aegon only tel years of age and on small wobbling legs, had swung his sword, wooden and bravely straight into Maekar’s shins. He cursed aloud, all children stopping short at once as he stumbled forward. Daella grappled in his arms, small hands tangling into the silver hair at his head only agitating him further, though he wouldn’t show that to her. Aerion fell into his father’s middle with a shove from Daeron jokingly, the pair of them tumbling to the ground at his feet.

“Ow, that was in the bloody shin—“ He groaned, Aegon lowering the sword as he met his father’s eyes, exhausted and displeased. Though he stopped himself short seeing them all, still around him, the air of mischief still rife in the air, but one thought came over him, sly and useful.

“Do you want me to call for your mother?” He called out them, grumbling more like as his hand clasped gently around Daella’s hand, removing it from their tight grasp at his beard and hair.

And that was enough.

“No.”

All of them moved at once, Aegon throwing the sword to the side, it colliding with the plush of the ottoman, tucking into Aemon’s side next to Rhae’s bassinet. Daella curled into him, as sweet as he ever was though knowing at the mention of you straight away.

The eldest boys were the quickest to jump, hands and feet shoving into one another as they climbed to their feet, far too old to be wrestling at one another, but their childish sneers remained.

He chuckled to himself then, a low one, barely noticeable but proud. The sight of all of them straight backed and feigned innocence, still kicking eachother when no one was looking.

Works every time, they’re scared to death of her. He thought.

“Call me for what?”

The hairs of the back of his neck stood up, jumping slightly, curling just into himself as he spun, to face you.

“Y/N, my love..” His voice stumbled, only by the slightest bit enough, the air escaping his lungs quickly camouflaged by the roll of his shoulders, a fish of wind meeting you as you stood before him, arms crossed.

“We were just waiting on you.”

“So it seems.” Your eyes cast across them all, like butter wouldn’t melt, sweet smiles finding you, your lips pulling into a smirk at the obvious stumble in his step and flush at his cheeks. It was lighthearted of course, though your words were short all of you knew better, the children resuming their chaos once more as he set Daella down. They were not scared of you, not really, as they had no reason to be.. but Maekar, well, perhaps he was just projecting, your presence never shy of making him shiver — and he did not need to tell you that.

A heavy arm wrapped around you, kissing your forehead, “We were.” He insisted, slinking you into his grip as he moved you just a pace away. You stepped with him, watching over them once more, distanced only by the slightest more of respect than fear. Something that your husband often admired, your nature, the ability to command the room as well as your family, so much so it was clear whose presence truly kept you all together. Yours.

Your hand curled at the nape of his neck, smoothing the still flush rosy red of his skin, chuckling softly, bringing him down for a kiss. He took it gratefully, lips pressing to yours softly, ignoring the few gestures ‘yuck’’s behind you. You hushed them, giggled and secret disgusted faces still pulled just out of your view.

“They give you trouble because you let them walk on you.” Your palm slid over the side of his face, resting just over the white, coarse hairs of his beard shaking your head lightly.

“I do not.” He tutted, glaring down at you, though it did not meet his eyes, only squinting them slightly as his nose bumped yours.

Never did it occur to you that you might fall in love with a prince. Are you in love with him?

When you are close to him you feel safe, grounded and protected. He is your calm while you are his storm. A lot of questions ghost through your mind. Haunt you like nightmares. Never leave you alone till you want to scream in frustration. Does Maekar love you? Maybe he just proposed to you because the two of you fucked?

The answer is unknown to you. It is hard to read him. Then there is the problem of you leaving Ashford. “I have to leave you know?” Maekar hums his fingers still ghosting over your sides. His warm breath brushing over your neck now. “No, you don’t. I will talk to Baelor, my brother is a man of honor, but he will understand” You look over your shoulder and see his calm eyes gazing at you. He presses a soft kiss onto your shoulder, a soft smile on his lips. “Rest now, you need it”

You close your eyes. His warmth wrapping around you like a warm blanket and somehow you find yourself drifting off to sleep.

When you wake up you find yourself wrapped in a blanket. Maekar is gone. Heat shoots up your cheeks when you lift the blanket of your body. Bruises and bites covering your naked flesh. Now you wished for a bath but sadly you couldn’t have one. You jumped out of bed, wincing a little. Your body still ached a little.

Last night came to your mind again and you felt yourself turning bright red.

You shook your head, trying to shake those thoughts out of your head. In the corner of your eyes, you catch something resting on a chair, a red dress. Really beautiful and elegant. Slowly you walk towards it, your hands brushing over the fabric. “This was your idea Maekar wasn’t it?” A laugh escapes you. His proposal comes to your mind again and you feel your heart filled with warmth. You should say yes.

Tell him that you accept his proposal. Being his wife might not be so bad. The marriage between the two of you would be wonderful, you are sure of it. You would only love him more and maybe even he might fall in love with you over time.

After you got dressed and brushed your hair you immediately searched for Maekar. A beautiful collar around your neck. Red gemstones adorn the collar. Maekar probably put it with the dress so you could hide the hickey he left on your neck. To your surprise nobody told you to leave. The servants smiled at you, but you were not sure if it was because they were friendly or because they were making fun of you. It didn’t matter. Right now, your main purpose was to find Maekar.

Your first guess was to look in the great hall, but nobody was there. It made you frustrated, but you also wondered why nobody seemed to be here. The servants from earlier where the only ones you saw. It was like the castle was completely empty.

Just as you were about to give up you heard footsteps rushing towards you. “Y/N! Come with me please!”, you heard a familiar voice scream. When you turned around to the source you saw Kiera rushing towards you. Worry written all over her face. “What is wrong?” She grabbed your arm and pulled you with her. She was strong to your surprise, and you stumbled after her. “No time for questions!”

You rushed through the halls and then outside to the tourney grounds. In the distance you could see Prince Valarr and next to him Prince Baelor who wears Armor. When Valarr sees you coming towards them he gives the two of you a small smile. “My dear you brought her, good” You stop just in front of them. Baelor looks at you helm in his hands. “Y/N, I must apologize to you. It was not fair of me to treat you the way I did. You are allowed to stay in Ashford; however, you will not get your sword back till we all leave Ashford. I hope that is alright for you?” He looks at you, his eyes searching your face.

“Yes, that is alright. Forgive me but what is happening?”, you ask confused. Why did Kiera come to get you. Valarrs face falls and he gazes at his father for a short moment. Pride sparkles in his eyes but you also see worry in them. “A trial of seven is happening”, Kiera informs you. Here voice shaking a little.  

A trial of seven? Duncan! “Did Ser Duncan request a trial of seven?” Valarr shakes his head and Baelor gets brought his horse. Baelor gets onto it and looks down at his son, giving him a smile. “Are there no true knights among you?”, a loud voice shouts. Baelor signals the knights to open the doors, and they do and then he rides out. The crowd cheers and Kiera take your hand again. Valarr following you. “It was Aerions idea. He requested a trial of seven last night”, Valarr tells you.

Together, you head up to the viewing platform and look down at the Seven knights. Your eyes immediately fall on Maekar. He is fully focused on Aerion and a knight with funny looking armor. At least it looks funny to you. “Who is the knight with the barrel designed armor?”, you ask. Valarr and Kiera look at the knight. “It is my cousin, Prince Daeron”, Valarr answers. You nod. Daeron, one of the sons you searched for with Maekar. You drank with Daeron, laughed a lot with him. He doesn’t seem like a fighter to you. It feels like he is completely at the wrong place.

“There hasn't been a trial of seven in a hundred years. My cousin surely has stupid ideas” You look at Valarr. His jaw is tense and his eyes are focused on the knights. Kiera gently places her hands on his and gives him a soft smile. “Everything will be alright”, she whispers.

“This is madness”, you say shaking your head. The last trial of seven didn’t end good.

Your eyes wander to Baelor and Ser Duncan. You see many other noble knights among them. Lyonel Baratheon, Hardyng, Beesbury, Fossoway and Rhysling. The green apple Fossoway wasn’t know to you. Normally they have a red apple. Your eyes sweep over towards Maekar. There you see a red apple. Interesting. A Fossoway fights against a Fossoway. Bad blood between brothers? Who knows.

“Yes, it is however there is nothing we can do to stop it”, Valarr mutters.

The horn is sounded, and the trial of the Seven begins. You see how Daeron falls off his horse and into the mud. Staying there and not moving an inch. Good for him, this is maybe the safest he can be. You try to stay focused on Maekar but soon lose sight of him.

All that you see are people getting knocked off their horses and continuing to fight on the ground. It is a mess. Your eyes find Maekar again, he is still on his horse and rides towards Baelor, who knocks him off his horse. You make a face, feeling the fall. Maekar is on his feet again and attacks Baelor. He tries to get closer to Aerion. Realization crashing over you. He wants to reach him so he can protect him. The plan doesn’t work however because Lyonel and Bealor hold him back together. You witnessed yourself how strong Maekar is, however you couldn’t stop your mouth from falling open.

He held himself back last night.

“Aerion gets beaten up really bad” Valarr snaps you out of your thoughts and your eyes search for Aerion. Duncan is on top of him and hits him with Aerions shield. Cheers are heard throughout the crowd. The only ones who don’t cheer are Valarr, Kiera and you.

Aerions face is covered in blood, as well as Duncans. Duncan looks way worse than Aerion does. He holds him towards the crowd and screams at Aerion. “I withdraw my accusations!”, Aerion shouts. He looks tired and close to collapsing. Duncan lets go of him and Aerion falls onto the ground. The horn sounds again, signaling the end of the trial.

The crowd cheers again but Valarr, Kiera and you rush down to the others. Excitement and worry pumping through your veins. Hopefully everybody is alright. Maekar took many hits out there and you are worried about his condition. When you rush into the tunnel you see Baelor, Duncan and Aegon there. They help Baelor remove his helmet. He looks exhausted, like he is going to fall onto the ground any second now. “Father!”, Valarr calls out to him and rushes to his side. Baelors eyes fall shut and he groans in pain. “Get him a Maester! Now!” Soon the others rush away in search of a Maester. Duncan looks really bad too and Aegon is with him. The two of them look close. Like they have known each other for a while.

Baelor gets brought back into Ashford castle with the other wounded. His condition is bad and some even whisper he will not make it. You haven’t seen Maekar at all and really worry about him.

Fear spreads through you. What if Maekar is avoiding you?

Ashford castle has turned into a strange place for you. It’s not like you don’t like it here, however so many things have happened at this place. You rub your arms gazing outside the window of the room you are still allowed to reside in. The dress that Maekar had placed on the chair is still on you. Somehow you couldn’t bring yourself to change. Wearing that dress brings you comfort. It reminded you of the night you and Maekar spent together and of the fact that you still have to give him your answer.

A soft knock on the door brings you back to reality and you sigh. “Come in” The door opens and reveals a small boy. He looks nervous and closes the door behind him. “Forgive me for bothering you…you are Y/N?”, he asks. You give him a soft smile in hopes it will ease him a little.

“Yes, I am” You sit down on the bed and gently pat at the spot next to you. He slowly walks towards you and sits down next to you. He looks down at his hands and sniffs. “Please forgive me for causing you trouble. I saw you trying to defend those puppeteers and my father told me that you helped him search for me. Thank you for your help”, he apologizes to you. You give Aegon a smile and gently rub his back. “No need to apologize. Please don’t look so sad. Everything is alright. I did all of this because I wanted to do it”, you tell him. You continue to rub his back, the sniffling turning into sobs.

You hold Aegon and comfort him. He cried and you already have a guess that it is not only because of you. It is about everything that has happened and strangely he searched for comfort from you. You gently stroke his head and notice that some of his hair has already grown back. It’s soft. When Aegon calms down he pulls away and gives you a small smile. You gently stroke his cheek.

“I am proud of you”, you tell him. It feels like he needs to hear this right now. He went through so much in such a short time and nearly lost his dear friend Duncan.

You left the room with Aegon by your side. He asked you to dine with him and the others. When you entered the room only Valarr, Kiera and Duncan are here. Small smiles are exchanged and you sit down to eat. Valarr doesn’t really eat and most of the time gazes down at his plate. Duncan and Aegon eat a lot. Both make the atmosphere a lot lighter.

The food tastes really good and you cannot help but fool around with them. After some time, you see that even Valarr cannot help himself and smile a little bit.

You are sure that all of you needed this. Just fooling around and enjoying your life. The doors to the hall open and Maekar enters the room, his eyes immediately dropping onto you. Aegon and Duncan go silent, watching Maekar as he walks further into the room. “Please leave me and Lady Y/N alone. All of you” His tone leaves no room for argument and all of them stand up and leave. Kiera and Valarr leave the room first and then Duncan and Aegon, Duncan gazing at you worriedly, but you give him a soft smile. When the door falls close behind them your gaze goes back to Maekar.

His gaze on you is intense, hot and warm. All kinds of emotions swirl in his eyes. You give him a soft smile. “You are here” He walks closer towards you, rounding the table. Holding out his hand for you. You take it and he pulls you up, his arm wrapping around your waist. “Yes, I am here”, he whispers tiredly. His head rests on top of yours. Taking a deep breath. You wrap your arms around him and rest your head against his chest. You can hear his heart racing.

His scent is wrapping around you like a blanket. Calming you down, like nothing else ever could.

In all the chaos that has been happening, the two of you found each other. He and you working your way together through the world. After everything that has happened you realize something. You love Maekar. Love him deeply and you don’t wish to be parted from him, ever. “Maekar I have an answer for you”, you whisper against his chest. You hear that his heart is beating even faster now. His hold on around your waist tightens. You lift your head and lock eyes with him. His eyes shimmer with worry, his jaw is pressed together.

Your hands lift and cup his face, your thump stroking his skin. “I will be your wife” The smile on your face is bright. Maekars face turns into one of softness and joy. His lips crashing onto yours before you can even blink.

His hands are now on your waist and pull you flush against him, now no space between the two of you. Maekars tongue pushing inside of your mouth with hunger. With ease he lifts you up and puts you down onto the table. Placing himself between your legs. His tongue swirling around yours. When you break the kiss to catch your breath he smiles. “I waited so long for this. I promise you that you won’t regret this”, he whispers. His mouth is onto yours again and you can’t help but let yourself be fully taken by him. The two of you bathing together in bliss.

Two years later…

Maekar has his arms wrapped around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder. His eyes gazing into the cradle of your baby boys. Twins. Naerion and Saegon Targaryen. They just look like Maekar except for their mismatched eyes. One is violet and the other just looks like yours.  Your boys are beautiful and you love them with your whole heart.

“I can’t wait for them to meet the rest of the family”, you whisper. Maekar hums softly, his hands gently stroking up and down your belly. Seeing Baelor, Valarr, Kiera and Matarys after five months will be wonderful. Especially seeing Kiera who over the two years turned into your best friend. She and you share so many things together. Baelor is now King and the realm blooms under his rule. The death of their father happened soon after you’re wedding with Maekar. The spring sickness had taken him.

“Mhm…I am sure my dear family can wait longer…now I only want to spend time with you” You chuckle when Maekar starts to shower you with kisses. His body pressing against you hungrily. You already know what this is going to lead to and you like it. Your love for him has only grown over the years. “I guess you are right” You smile happily and are over the moon. Drowning in Maekars love with a smile.

Slowly your fingertips brushed over the rich silk blankets, while your eyes gazed at the ceeling. The pain in your lower belly slowly turning worse. It felt like someone would stab you over and over again, then leave you be for a while, only to return with harder, rougher stabs. It was torture.

Worse than torture. In moments like this you wished someone would end your agony or that you were born a man. If you would have a cock, this wouldn't be a problem anymore. The gods decide for you to be a woman and they must have had a reasons for it. Maybe they decided that you are a though and strong being, so it would be easy for you to overcome this. Or they we're just cruel and laughed at you. Who knows?

The doors to your chambers opend and you imidiatly know who it is. The way he closes the door, how his feet move across the floor and how he breathes give him away.

„Baelor why are you here? I believed you had something urgent to attend to?“ He sits down on the edge of the bed and reaches for your hand. His eyes gazing at you, with warmth and love, but there was also a hint of worry in them. „I was able to solve the problem but it seems like there is another. Are you alright my love? I heard that you have not attended your morningly duties, so I decide to check on you“

His free hand brushes the hair out of your face. His fingers feel warm against your skin. The blood of the dragon always runs hot. „I am in pain. I am bleeding and the cramps are nearly murdering me. It feels like I am dying. Its the worst! I just want this torture to end!“ Your husband chuckles at your dramatic choice of words and the way your lips turned downwards.

He leaned closer towards you and pressed a soft kiss onto your forehead. „My lovely wife needs my help it seems. Wait here my love, I will be back soon“ He presses another warm kiss against your skin before he gets up and leaves your room. You are alone again, tossing and turning. Cursing everyone for this cruelty. When your husband returns you are on the verge of crying.

You hate it. You hate it so much that you are emotional. When you are bleeding it's the worst. You are more emotional than usuall. „What took you so long...my dragon“ Your voice breaks at the last part and you can't stop yourself but cry. The pain is to much to bear and all your emotions crush down on you. „I am...so...useless! I hate this...I hate this so much!“

Baelor strides towards you, something in his hands. „My dear wife you are not useless. Come here“ He crawls onto the bed and hugs you tightly. Holding you in his arms while you are sobbing and cursing. His warmth envelops you, like a blanket wrapping around you. Save and warm. „Drink this and you feel better. The maesters made it and told me after you take it you will feel better“

He opens the bottle and you drink it. The liquid flowing down your throat with ease. When you are finished he places the bottle away and comes to you again. Removing his bots, his thicker clothes and crawls onto the bed again with only a shirt and his breeches. His big arms wrapping around you, pulling you flush against him.

„Tell me when it get's worse or how I can help you ease more of the pain If you want me to“, he whispers softly. His finger gently stroking your hip while he kisses your forehead. Baelors warmth and presence alone eases a lot and maybe the drink the maesters made is already helping. Your tears stopped flowing and you calmed down a little. „Its alright, just stay with me...may I ask what the pressing matter was?“

Baelor, your husband sighs. His hand traveling up and down your back in soothing motions. „Aerion and Valarr had a fight. It had escalated to the point we're one of them ended up with a broken nose and the other with a blue eye. The fight only started to beginn with because Aerion insulted Valarrs wife. I had to talk with Maekar about it and in the end we found the right way to punish them“, he explained.

Your eyes gazed into Baelors and you leaned closer to him, giving him a gentle kiss. Aerion is not an easy human being, most of all because he does not think of himself as a human being but as a fucking dragon. He thinks he is a dragon! Poor Maekar. You feel deeply sorry for him. He is all alone, taking care of his children that go missing, behave like arrogant assholes and do as they please. You often wonder how he can handle all of this nonsense alone.

„I am just glad nobody got really badly hurt. Maybe one day he will learn?“ Your husband chuckles and kisses your brow again. „Wife you know as good as I that Aerion will never change but I find it sweet that you have such a kind heart. I love that“ He smiles at you and rubs your belly. The ache and pain disapearing more and more. You scratch his chin and he makes a pleased sound. „Are you feeling better?“

His eyes gaze softly at yours and he rests his forehead against yours. „Yes...thanks to you and the maesters drink. Thank you love, I can not thank you enough.“ You close your eyes and so does he. Both of you bathing in each others warmth. His breathing calm while his hands travel up and down your body.

Your eye catches something before you in the bushes. It's only a short glimpse and you pay it no mind. You ready your next arrow and then shoot at the tree. A horse neighs and a man falls of his horse. You barely missed his head. You force your horse to stop and jump off of it.

„By the gods! Fuck me! Are you alright ser? Please be alright! Please do not be dead!“, you scream. Rushing towards him you nearly stumble over your feet. When you reach him you find him lying on his front. Slowly you turn him around, cursing yourself for your foolishness. He looked fine, shocked but fine. Your eyes scan his body for any injuries but you find none. What you notice however is the way he is dressed.

„Are you alright?“, you ask the man again. He slowly blinks gazing up at you. His lips formed a smile. „Yes I am. You almost had me. If I would have ridden slower you would have shot me in my head.“, he answers you.

He groans when he tries to sit up and you curse under your breath. „Gods be good“ You help him sit up, he is probably bruised and he tries his hardest to hide the fact that he is in pain.

He studies you and looks at your horse and bow. His eyes locking with yours. „What does a lady like you, in the early hours of the morning, do outside in the forest with a bow? Hunting royalty like me?“, he asks. Your eyes widen in shock when you realise who is sitting infront of you. Now that you look at him closer there is no denying it. „Forgive me my prince. It was not my intent to hit you with my arrow nor to scare you. I just wanted to enjoy a morning ride and practicing with my bow. I was not paying attention at anything else“, you answer him honestly.

You feel a little ashamed of yourself for nearly killing the hand of the king, the heir to the iron throne, prince Baelor targaryen. He gives you a gentle smile and let's you help him up. „You know who I am but I do not know who you are. Where are you from and who are you?“ Baelors eyes sweep over your long hair and face. „I am Y/N, a Stark of Winterfell“, you answer him.

He takes your hand in his and lifts it up to give it a kiss. „It is nice to meet you Y/N“ You feel your cheeks heat up and you look to the side. The way his eyes gazed into yours made your heart race. „Well my prince it is nice meeting you too. Now I want to ask, what does a prince like you out here in the early hours of morning?“, you ask him. A sigh leaves his lips and for the first time he seems to drop the facade. He looks exhausted, drained even. „I just wanted to get some fresh air. Clearing my head“ He gazes past you into the trees. You understand that feeling. When everything get's to much.

That's one of the reasons why you always rode out in the early hours of the morning. The stress that was on you, suddenly felt lighter. „I understand. I often feel the same way. That is why I am riding out so often, it clears your mind“, you tell him. He nods and gives you a gentle smile. „Well my prince since I nearly killed you and probably caused you a heart attack, I want you to please come with me to Winterfell. I am sure my lord father will be delighted to have you among us. You will have a place to rest and food in your belly. If there is something else I can do for you than please ask me“, you offer him.

He thinks about it for a moment but you already see it in his eyes what he is going to say. „I will accept your offer“

You give him a bright smile and get your horses. Baelor manages to get on his horse and you still feel bad for what happend to him because of you. Then you ride towards Winterfell, side by side.

When you arrived at Winterfell, many gathered around you. Starring. A wolf and a dragon side by side. A lady alone with a prince. You know how this must look like, but you do not care. You never did care about what others thought of you. It would make you insane if you spend one thought on thinking about what others might think of you. It was not worth it.

Your brother was the first to greet you and bowed to Baelor when he saw him. Soon your whole family welcomed him and you were sitting inside the hall eating warm food. It was fine till your brother asked you how the two of you meet.

The gods surely were laughing at you. Your fathers interest was peaked and you felt your cheeks getting warmer. How do you explain to your family that you nearly killed the heir to the iron throne on one of your morning rides? That is something you might only find in a bad dream, your heart would race when you wake up. This however was not a dream. It was realitly. Baelor looked at you and then to your brother. A smile on his face. „Your sister is really talented with her bow, she even almost hit me“

You smile embarrassed. Baelor was not mad at you however. Something that you did not expect. You believed he would rage and be angry at you. But he was not. He gave you a gentle smile that reached his eyes. It made the tips of your ears turn red.

Lucky for you your brother did not dig further and your father talked Baelors ear of. Only your mother seemed to notice the look Baelor had given you and seemed to know something you did not.

After eating you returned to your chambers, your mother already waiting there. „Mother-“ Before you could even start to speak she silenced you with your hand. Walking closer towards you and cupping your face. Her eyes looking deeply into yours. „The Prince seemed to like you. I noticed it by the way he looked at you. Did the two of you kiss?“, she asks you. Your mouth falls open and you cannot believe what she is asking you. Your cheeks burning like fire now.

„Mother! No! By the old gods no!“ You nearly scream at her. Why would she think that the two of you kissed? Her eyes gazed into yours, trying to search for lies but she finds none. She let's go of your face and sighs. She sounds like she is disappointed. „Well...Goodnight then my dear“, she says. Then she leaves you. Your mouth still wide open. What has gotten into her? Well your mother was always strange, but this strange...

You shake your head and make yourself ready for bed. It is time that you get some sleep. However all you can think about is Baelor Targaryen. The gentle smile he gave you, just the thought of it makes your heart race.

You do not want to think much about it, but you cannot help yourself. His smile was just breathtaking, and you wanted to see it more often. When you are dressed in your nightgown you hear a knock at your door. „Come in”, you answer. You believe it is your little sister. She always comes to you at night, wanting you to read a story to her. The door opens but to your surprise it is not your sister entering your room but Prince Baelor. „My prince! What brings you to me?”, you ask him. Feeling a little bare in your nightgown.

He smiles at you calmy, his presence strangely calming you. Baelor comes closer to you but stops a few steps before you. „I know I am visiting you rather late Lady Y/N, I hope it does not bother you”, he begins. His eyes gazing into yours. Your fingers play with each other, and you give him a smile. „No not at all. Though I must admit that it surprises me”

You cannot hide that you are nervous and to your surprise once again he takes one of your hands in his, squeezing it gently. „Lady Y/N I do know that this might come as a surprise and I am very well aware of the fact that this seems a bit rushed, but I want to ask for your hand”, he tells you. Your eyes widen in shock, and you feel like you are dreaming. Why by the old gods would Baelor Targaryen ask for your hand? When Baelor saw how speechless you are he chuckled.

„I feel honoured; however, I do not understand why? As you say we have only just met and I do not see why you would be interested in making me wife”, you tell him honestly. He nods, understanding your trouble to understand why.

Baelors eyes gaze at your hands and it looks like even he needs a moment to find his words. When he opens his mouth again to speak his eyes are glinting with gentleness. „The moment you nearly hit me with an arrow took me quite of guard. When my back hit the ground, I believed it was over. But when I heard your curses and saw your face looking at me, it was like a gift from the gods. Do not miss understand me…but in my position I also must remarry sooner than later”, he tells you honestly.

You nod understanding him. He is an honest man, and he surely will make a great husband. So, you have no choice but to say yes. „I accept your proposal Prince Baelor” A bright smile on your face. He returns your smile. A happy moment between the two of you. „Well…we will have to tell my parents about it”, you say. Looking at your hands. Only now you notice that his are a little rougher than yours. He nods, his head tilting to the side. „I already talked with your father about it. He agreed, still I wanted to ask you. I would have not married you if you would have refused” Baelor Targaryen surprises you over and over again.