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"𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐄," 𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐅𝐅 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑. Two men stood either side of him as he stared at the liquid in his cup with a bored face

"All I want is your beast to stop eatin' all my sheep!" The man with a black beard and squished face shouted though it sounded like a gurgle with the amount of build up in his throat.

"You dare tell me what I can and can't do?" Rhagars eyes had turned a darker shade of the amber they always were and the man instantly paled.

"We're sorry- it's just- we need our sheep and you've burned all our crops," the mans son pleaded in a gentler tone and Rhagar turned to him with the same glare.

"Does it look like I care?" He picked up the cup and threw back the remaining liquid before standing to his full height, instantly making the two quiver.

"We need- the old man started but was stopped by a punch to his face by Rhagar and he held him up by his collar. The younger boy tried to claw at his arm but he was backhanded to the floor by now, the whole bar was staring at the scene with whose eyes. Not one tried stopping Rhagar and some even left or kept their eyes to the floor as they didn't want to meet the Valyrian's hot gaze.

Rhagar Warfare was known for his temper for he was not a man who could swallow his anger and suppress it with a friendly smile. He'd let it overcome his entire body, let himself become infused with the rotten feeling in his chest and relish in it. Though, it offered no one any good if you got in the way of Rhagar especially when he had the easy option to burn down your house with you and your family inside of it.

"I do not care what you need," snarled Rhagar as his hand gripped the throat of the elder man to the point where he started turning purple.

"Please!" The teenage boy begged as he stared at his father with worry shining and tears brimming but Rhagar simply scoffed. "Please we won't ask again! We'll leave you alone!"

It took the built man another five seconds of digging his fingers into the crippled, blading man's neck before he rolled his eyes and dropped him to the floor carelessly. The farmer wheezed and gripped his throat as though he was still being strangled whilst his son rushed to his side.

"I'm surrounded by idiots," Rhagar groaned before tossing two gold coins onto the bar and snatching a bottle from some bystander. He forced the tavern doors open and scrunched his nose in disgust at the smell of manure and waste before forcing his way through the cluttered walkway and to the scorched fields where Klauth lay, feasting on wounded sheep.

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Up in the clouds high above where the Gods of old play with humanity like marionettes on the end of strings. Where no mortal man should witness what goes beyond the sky flew the monstrous Klauth who was mounted by Rhagar.

The dark dragon with faint red scales let out a deep roar as he dived down to let the tips of his large wings penetrate the surface of the sea. Waves rippled beneath the trail of Klauth as his size and the speed he was flying at might as well have acted like a sword cutting though flesh- precise and clean.

As Rhagar sits atop Klauth he can't help but remember the fondness of flying with his father and Maegon across the narrow sea. The smell of the salty water hitting his face and how it remained there for weeks at a time, his mother he never knew, only that of her name. She was called Kemma and was the daughter of noble man who held no slither of dragon blood within her veins- his father rarely talked of her so he just stopped asking.

Rhagar thanked Klauth everyday by letting him plunder and village he wished or eating all that he wanted, soon he would fly with Blood Wyrm for sport.

From a distance he saw King's Landing come into view and a faint smirk, that didn't stretch across his face, placed itself on his countenance. Klauth stretched his wings, which were larger than an entire fleet of ships, and shot forward as the two headed straight for King's Landing. There was no rush of course but ever since his encounter with Syrax, the princesses dragon, he'd go into a frenzy.

"Calm down," he chuckled deeply to Klauth who let out a loud screech and didn't bother listening to Rhagar as they descended down to the castle. He heard some screams from the people below and snorted through his nose, no matter how many times he rode through King's Landing they could never seem to get used to the size of Maegon or Klauth.

With a thump that cracked the very ground the dark dragon rested his sharp talons that were as long as thick trees on either side of the courtyard. The back of his body would not have been able to fit in the open ceiling so he lowered his immense head near the floor and Rhagar slid off of his saddle and onto the gravel that crunched under his feet.

"Kirimvose," (thank you) the Valyrian rubbed his hand over the underside of his chin before turning away and keeping a steady footing as Klauth released a roar that shook the very foundation for all of King's Landing to hear before lifting back into the sky, breaking off many chunks of stone from where he rested his claws.

"Pleasant ride Rhagar?" Ser Harold asked as he started to join the platinum man walking through the wooden doors that had been opened for him.

"It was.. until I saw you," the old knight laughed before shaking his head, "what is it you need Ser Harold, they only send you when they want soemthing?"

He sighed before they stopped walking altogether, "Queen Aemma request you now."

"Is she alright? Has the babe been born?" Aemma Targaryen was the mother figure Rhagar never knew he needed. Whilst she tried to fill the empty space in his heart that Kemma left she also had trouble keeping Rhagar and Rhaenyra from biting each others heads off.

"Nothing of the sort no, she simply requests your presence," Rhagar nodded in thanks before turning on his heel and quickly jogged up many stairs- completely forgetting about the meeting at hand.

"I'd rather serve as a knight and ride to battle and glory," he heard be spoken from inside the room and simply walked through. It was Rhaenyra and he mentally rolled his eyes in annoyance before plastering a grin and strolled in with a Cheshire like grin that always annoyed the princess- that's why he did it.

"Then I'll be sure to ask Daemon if you can come and fight with us," heads spun to him but all servants and the maesters kept their eyes casted to the floor.

"Now now Rhagar, I do not have the energy to keep you two apart," Aemma smiled softly and beaconed him towards her whilst Rhaenyra looked at her like she'd stabbed her but her mother simply sighed at her.

"Lady Alicient and Lady Katrina, how are you?" He casted his eyes between the two as he slowly walked over to stand at Aemma's and grasped her hand.

"We are well Rhagar," Katrina smiled towards him as well as her sister with heated cheeks before he turned his attention to the pregnant woman. Rhaenyra noticed the way Katrina's cheeks heated up and folded her arms before turning her back to the Hightower with pursed lips.

"We could hear Klauth and I instantly knew had arrived," the elder woman kissed his cheek and a servant gave him a chair for him to sit on.

"Think the whole of King's Landing heard," Rhaenyra muttered and her nails suddenly became so much more interesting. Squinting his eyes at her he turned back to Aemma whilst she prodded the right side of his face, where his cheekbone was.

"You've gotten another scar," she frowned and furrowed her eyebrows in sadness but Rhagar waved her off.

"It's nothing- your the one who is with child! How have you been keeping?" His voice was now etched in worry as his eyes darted from the large baby bump and back to her face. She looked tired and unlike her usual self with porcelain skin, she looked paler than before and had sweat running down her forehead but her blue eyes shone far brighter than ever before- how could they still look so dull?

"Given the state I'm in I'm quite positive that I will birth an actual dragon," Rhaenyra laughed lightly and Rhagar laughed through his nose with a smile.

"Which also reminds me, go and bathe Rhaenyra you stink of dragon," the girl flushed a light shade of red as Rhagar laughed aloud at her and leaned into Aemma's side more.

"What about him? He always stinks," she snarled back whilst Rhagar gave her a delighted, toothless smile.

"Don't be a rotten egg now but I would go and bathe now for we do have a meeting," he knew that would send her over the edge as the princesses eyes widened before mumbling, "shit," and he she heard his laughter as she darted out the room with Alicient and Katrina behind her.

"Goodbye Rhagar," Katrina smiled and waved, pleasantly surprised when he gave her a humble nod and let his lips twitch upwards.

"Ow," he said lowly as Aemma slapped him on top of the head.

"You must stop antagonising her, people will begin to think your doing it for attention," the white haired woman mused whilst Rhagar cleared his throat and widened his eyes slightly before standing.

"I most certainly am not- I hate her," he fired back and took the cup of water from a servant as he felt ever so thirsty.

Aemma hummed and began to turn her attention to the fan, "it's true! I don't know what I did but she hates me!" He spluttered out whilst Aemma gave him a funny look with a raised eyebrow.

"Then why are you getting so defensive?" Rhagar groaned before downing the water and throwing the chalice back to the servant before pressing a kiss to the top of Aemma's forehead.

"Goodbye Aemma, I will be back soon and I might even meet the little prince," he smiled whilst the woman laughed half-heartedly.

"How are you so sure it's a he?" She caressed the baby bump with her left hand. "Rhaenyra says it will be a girl even named her."

"Well the princess is always wrong, that's how I know," he grinned childishly and turned to leave quickly before she could throw the fan at his head.