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Sorry for the wait guys my internet stopped and I haven't been able to get on. Anyway here's the Rhaegar chapter many were waiting for! Rhaegar is going to have a thing for Lyanna in the story but Elia is going to be his number one (Sorry Rhaegar/Lyanna fans.) Please review as I love to hear what you guys think! Also I'm going to write from someone else's point of view next chapter if you guys would like to submit suggestions in your reviews. Thanks for reading.

Harrenhal

Rhaegar

As the sun set in the west, Rhaegar Targaryen brooded silently in the solar that was chosen for him before he came to Harrenhal. The room was large and it had been styled in the Black and Red colors of House Targaryen.

But despite the extravagant decor the room was too large and very cold. At first he thought that Rhaenys and Aegon would be sharing the room with him and Elia but they were being kept in a nursery downstairs where they were in the good hands of the Lady Ashara Dayne of Starfall, his wives closest companion and handmaiden.

Now Rhaegar wasn't even sure that Elia would be sharing his bed tonight. He had waited for her for hours. He expected her to come barging in at any moment and for her to rage and demand an explanation. But she hadn't come and he assumed she was downstairs with their children.

The days events had left him weary. Dark hair and Grey eyes filled his mind and for a moment he felt dizzy. He hadn't felt true desire in such a long time, the last time he remembered feeling like this was on his wedding day. When he first laid eyes on Elia he suddenly lost all sense. His mouth went dry and his hands shook.

She was so beautiful! Her Dark hair was curled down to her hips and she had dark eyes you could fall into. Her body though very thin made him feel like he was born to protect her. The long Orange dress she wore only made her more lovely if that was even possible.

But then he caught sight of Lyanna Stark. The girl was wild, untamed and fierce, everything his sweet Elia was not. Rhaegar had recently been told that Elia would not be able to have any more children. Despite him loving her he knew he need to find someone who could give him his third dragon.

He already had his Aegon and Rhaenys. But he needed Visenya as well, who better to give birth to a warrior than a Stark of Winterfell? Rhaegar knew Lyanna was betrothed to a young lord from House Baratheon of Storms End.

When Rhaegar caught sight of him speaking to Lyanna at the tourney he was surprised by how tall and muscular the young lord was. He felt his stomach tie into knots when he saw them together as it was clear the Storm lord adored her despite his winks to several ladies and serving girls walking by.

Lyanna on the other hand looked cold and dismissive towards him. As he stood watching them, Lyanna turned away from Robert and looked at him. A light blush stained her cheeks before she walked away in the opposite direction. Rhaegar knew at that moment that this girl was the mother of his Visenya.

The next day when Rhaegar placed the Blue flowers in Lyanna's lap he hadn't expected everyone to have such a big reaction. He could still hear Oberyn Martell hissing about treacherous dragons and how he was going to take his sister home to where she belonged.

Luckily Rhaegar was not his father otherwise he would have had him punished for such words. As for Elia she would not be going anywhere without him. Rhaegar may be seriously considering taking a third queen but Elia was still his and if Oberyn thought he was taking her back to Dorne he was the biggest fool in The Seven Kingdoms.

Oberyn wasn't the only one to have a reaction. Brandon Stark looked like a hungry wolf stalking his prey when he looked in Rhaegar's direction, Eddard Stark was more silent than usual and Robert Baratheon was smashing up everything in his tent.

Rhaegar's good friend Arthur Dayne had even given him several disappointed looks and Lewyn Martell had avoided him like the plague that took King Dareon The Good. Lyanna on the other hand looked confused but did not refuse the flowers.

Happy with that Rhaegar smiled when he saw the light blush stain her pale cheeks. Remembering his sweet wife Rhaegar turned in her direction only to see her walking away with her head held high. She didn't look back once …. for the first time since he got to Harrenhal Rhaegar felt uneasy.

As he decided to stop his brooding Rhaegar got up from the uncomfortable chair in his solar and walked slowly to his harp. He would make it up to Elia with a song. She loved listening to him sing and he took no greater pleasure than watching her face when he played for her.

Surely she would understand he thought as he ran a tired hand through his long Silver hair. He was trying to save them all! The prophecy must come true and it was his duty to fulfill it. Rhaegar ignored the voice in his head that the whispered "Are you sure that your desire for the Northern She Wolf has nothing to do with it?"

Guilty Rhaegar pushed his harp away as he remembered Lyanna crying when he played. Where was Elia? Rhaegar made a split decision to go downstairs and talk her into coming back to bed. He wanted to feel her as he tried to forget his worries, only his sweet Elia could make him forget.

A sudden hammering shocked him and the door flung open and banged against the wall. It was Arthur who looked very pale and shaken. As he all but ran into the room he nearly tripped over the harp Rhaegar had thrown across the floor.

"My prince it's Elia … we found this in the woods. She's gone!" His voice broke on the last word. Arthur shoved something wet into Rhaegar's hand. Confused he looked down …. in his hand was a piece of Orange silk wet with blood. Wrapped inside was a small note also stained with blood that read "Ours is the fury!".

Ours is the Fury … Baratheon words! Suddenly Elia's face came into his mind. She was crying and screaming for Rhaegar to help her! Then he saw the Storm lord with his cold Blue eyes handsome features smiling at him cruelly with his White teeth.

Suddenly Rhaegar barged passed Arthur, picked his harp off the floor and smashed it against the wall. As the harp smashed into pieces somewhere inside him the dragon roared! He would get his Elia back if it was the last thing he did.