Summary: In which Rhaegar gets the coronation he deserves. Harry/Rhaegar
Harry fell asleep on the night before his 18th birthday and traveled through the dreamworld to the rooms of Rhaegar Targaryen. His dragon prince was asleep, the sun shining through the balcony of the rooms in the Red Keep. Rhaegar's beautiful silver hair was spread out on his pillow, causing the other young man to look like he had a halo. The heir to the throne of Westeros was shirtless, leaving his bare chest on display. Harry sighed in relief and took a few steps and sat on the bed, watching as Rhaegar woke.
"Harry?"
"It's me," Harry confirmed, settling further on the bed and lying down across from Rhaegar.
Rhaegar finally opened his eyes, showing off lovely purple eyes and grinned wearily. "My wizard."
"My dragon prince," Harry whispered back, shuffling over to roll on top of Rhaegar, who willingly let him. Rhaegar wrapped his arms around Harry and pulled him into a kiss, warm and wanting. Harry grinned into it, wondering what had changed between their night visits, and pulled back just a little.
Rhaegar let out a low noise in his throat, tugging Harry back into an embrace. Harry leaned down, his arms on either side of Rhaegar, and dropped a line of kisses on his throat until their lips met again.
"What's wrong?" Harry murmured, threading his fingers through Rhaegar's soft hair.
"My father died," Rhaegar replied, shucking off the covers between them.
Harry blinked, looking into Rhaegar's eyes for any trace of sadness and found none. "What happened?"
"Lord Denys Darklyn of Duskendale kept him as a hostage for half a year," Rhaegar offered, as Harry traced his bare chest with his fingers. There were only fine hairs on Rhaegar's chest and Harry watched as goosebumps rose on the other man's skin. "And had him killed when Lord Lannister moved on the castle. Or something like that. I am not sure if Tywin had the king killed on purpose."
"This… is a good thing though, right?" Harry asked, dropping down to flick one of Rhaegar's nipples. Rhaegar gasped, his purple eyes going wide with need.
"You're being distracting," Rhaegar croaked out.
Harry grinned. "I am going to have to change my wording of welcome. My dragon king."
Rhaegar sighed, half in bemusement and half in exasperation. "If only you were here all the time, not just when you fall asleep thinking of me."
"I'm working on it," Harry retorted, dipping down to lick at the same nipple. Rhaegar writhed beneath him, arching into him."Besides, I have a lot of free time now."
"Did you kill Voldemort?"
"Few months ago," Harry answered, thinking of being naked and since this was their dream world, what he wanted happened. He felt a touch to his forehead as he moved down their bodies and glanced up, seeing Rhaegar reach up to touch his scar.
You're beautiful. My dragon.
Rhaegar's eyes widened as he moaned, hearing Harry speak in parseltongue again. His cock hardened beneath his smallclothes and Harry smirked at him, his green eyes wide with arousal. Rhaegar's legs unconsciously opened up, allowing Harry to slide between them.
"You okay with this?" Harry questioned in English, which was a little similar to Valyrian. He had taught Rhaegar his language throughout their nightly dream sessions and Rhaegar had taught him some Valyrian, leading to Harry teaching Hermione. "I know you aren't…"
"Harry, I want this," Rhaegar murmured, reaching down to pull Harry up into a kiss.
They moved together, slick with sweat and came together. Harry slowly opened Rhaegar up, with a vial of lotion, enjoying the utterly needy sounds coming from the prince beneath him. Rhaegar's arms were wrapped around his back, holding him still, holding him there.
You're lovely like this. You look like an angel, with your hair spread out and begging.
Someone moaned and Rhaegar was pretty sure it was him as Harry finally slid into him. He gasped at the feeling of being full of someone, someone he loved. Someone who understood him for who he really was, not just the heir to the throne. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he arched his back, as Harry stopped to let him adjust.
Rhaegar took a deep breath, feeling his muscles burn and stretch, taking a minute or two to adjust to being breached then exhaled, urging Harry on. Sweat dripped down onto him from Harry's bare chest and Rhaegar ran a finger along a scar on Harry's lower chest. It was bright red, raw and new and he was quite sure it hadn't been there the last time Rhaegar had seen Harry shirtless.
Harry sucked in a breath and locked eyes with him, wrapping a hand around Rhaegar's. "I'm okay."
Rhaegar nodded then Harry started to move again, thrusting in and out. Each movement produced tiny sparks of pleasure within him and when Harry hit the spot, he cried out, shuddering with the intense feeling. Heat grew in Rhaegar's belly as he groaned, feeling so much pleasure that he thought he would implode, spiraling into release.
He saw stars, pleasure jolting throughout his body. Harry came too, lazily wrapping a hand around Rhaegar's cock to stroke him through his climax and then dazedly, Rhaegar felt him pull out. They both laid there, breathing heavily, limp and relaxed before Harry slowly drew Rhaegar into his arms, falling asleep within a few minutes.
"I love you," Rhaegar whispered, running his fingers through Harry's hair briefly before burrowing in.
Rhaegar paced in the ante room, hearing the excited noises in the throne room. King's Landing was packed to the brim with lords and their ladies and even a lot of the smallfolk had come, with Rhaegar pronouncing that if folk wanted to come, he would work on getting tents set up for each and everyone of them. Everyone was looking forward to having a new king, one who didn't appear mad or paranoid or crazy. Rhaegar Targaryen, the Silver King. A new hope for Westeros after Aerys' madness.
His kingsguard had sworn allegiance to him the day after Harry had visited, each one of them with thinly veiled relief in their eyes. Ser Barristan had looked on Rhaegar with pride in his eyes, kneeling at his feet. Arthur Dayne, Jonothor Darry, Lewyn Martell, Gerold Hightower, Oswell Whent, Harlan Grandison, and Barristan Selmy had all sworn to protect him with their lives.
Rhaella had smiled wearily at him. His mother had fainted when they had received news of Aerys' death but after she had been revived by Grand Maester Pycelle, she had appeared livelier than ever. A great weight had been lifted off her shoulders and life had come back into her light purple eyes. Lady Cassana Estermont, wife of Steffon Baratheon, had kept Rhaella company over the past few weeks and Rhaegar had been delighted to see his mother come back to life.
Little Viserys hadn't known what to make of his father dying but had taken it in stride, excited about his older brother becoming king.
Lord Jon Connington stood before him, eyes bright with excitement. Rhaegar had named him Hand of the King two days ago, knowing him capable for the job. And with Rhaegar becoming king, young women had come into the capital in droves, starting with Cersei Lannister. Tywin had escorted her to the capital, along with her brother, Jaime.
"You will need a queen, Your Grace," Jon remarked before stepping out of his way.
Rhaegar sighed, knowing that even if he picked a young woman, he wouldn't be able to give her his heart. Harry already had it. "Jon, I will need a squire though. Any recommendations?"
"Lord Tywin did suggest his son," Jon answered, picking up the suit of armor that he had given Rhaegar as a gift for his past nameday. It was a suit of black armor, with a red dragon flowing on it. He helped Rhaegar put it on, buckling on the different sets of armor. "Jaime?"
"I will think on it," Rhaegar said. "It would be a start to heal the rift between House Lannister and Targaryen. My father did not think well of Tywin near the end. I do not want to be at odds with the Lannisters."
"It would."
A knock at the door brought Rhaella in, Viserys right next to her. "It's time, my son."
Rhaegar nodded, feeling his stomach roil at the thought of going out there.
"You will make a fine king," Rhaella spoke as Jon stepped back to allow them privacy. "Better than your father."
"Mother, if I took a consort that was… not a woman," Rhaegar started hesitantly. "Would you hate me?"
Rhaella frowned then shook her head, narrowing her eyes. "Of course not. If this… person loves you and you love them then no, I would not disapprove."
"There is someone," Rhaegar offered, glancing to the other door that led deeper into the Red Keep. Ser Arthur and Ser Barristan were standing by, ready to walk with him and be behind him when he was crowned. He wouldn't have anyone else but he did wish Harry was here. He knew the wizard was working on finding some way to crossover from his own world. "I don't know if he will be here today or when he's coming back."
"Then wait," Rhaella murmured, picking up Viserys when he started to lose interest in the proceedings. "I would not arrange another marriage, let alone an unhappy one. Viserys can be your heir."
Rhaegar's eyes widened then he closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around his mother. "I love you."
Rhaella wrapped one arm around him. "Go on, my son. Westeros awaits you."
Everyone cheered when he walked into the throne room. All of the lords and ladies were standing and all the smallfolk that had managed to get into the coronation stood too. He could see Lord Tywin, Lord Hoster Tully, Lord Jon Arryn, Lord Rickard Stark, Lord Tyrell standing before him, at the front of the crowd. Rhaegar was too overwhelmed to focus on the small things but he did not see Harry anywhere, inwardly sighing.
Grand Maester Pycelle was standing next to the Iron Throne, the crown that Rhaegar would use sitting on a small table in front of him. The rest of Rhaegar's kingsguard were circled around the throne, blades drawn and at ease.
The Iron Throne stood before him, all those blades melted down by Balerion all those years ago. The throne that had been rumored to have rejected kings. He stopped, his hand dropping to the hilt of his sword at his waist and noticed distantly that he was trembling.
Go on. I'm here.
Rhaegar turned to look into the crowd at Harry's words. These had not been in parseltongue, nor was Harry right next to him and nor could he see him in the crowd. There were too many people but they did give him courage enough to close the distance between him and the throne and stand before it.
"I now proclaim Rhaegar, of the House Targaryen, first of his name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms."
Pycelle lowered the crown that Rhaella had had commissioned onto his head and he sat down. The crown was one of silver, a dragon circling itself.
"Long may he reign."
"Long may he reign!"
All the smallfolk in the back started to clap and Rhaegar could see Lord Tywin stare at him, with crossed arms. Cersei Lannister was right next to her father, with Jaime Lannister standing next to his sister. Lord Steffon Baratheon was to the left, with Lady Cassana. They were both smiling and he could see Rhaella standing next to Cassana, with Viserys in between them.
The clapping went on for several minutes and Rhaegar looked out over the crowd, trying to see where Harry was. As he was about to give up, he heard a quiet chirping noise over the clapping. Then a much louder and clearer hiss as the clapping stopped immediately. There was a commotion in the center of the crowd, some of the lesser nobles backing away from someone that was clearly having trouble. Alarmed shouts came from people in the back.
"What? Was it something I said?"
Rhaegar stood up at the familiar voice, hearing Arthur, Lewyn and Barristan immediately walk over to flank him. The lords and ladies in the front parted to let him through as he walked over to stop in the middle of the court.
Harry James Potter stood in the center of the room, wearing what looked like wizarding robes but much nicer. The robes were black but lined with red, the Targaryen house colors. But the thing that was drawing all the attention was not Harry.
It was the three baby dragons at his feet.