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Chapter 6
The night came, and the Starks of Winterfell prepared a feast for the prince, yet they couldn't help but feel a sense of Deja vu. Galadriel was the center of attention between a stag and a dragon there. Both men were utterly infatuated with her. How could they not? Galadriel was a unique woman in their eyes. She alone brought the poorest kingdom of Westeros and made it into a powerhouse of its own. Everything thanks to her: castles, roads, better livelihood for the peasants, and more riches for all the lords from the North. In the eyes of many, Galadriel was what the Seven Kingdoms needed and more.
Galadriel was kind to her family, lovable, and filled with compassion. Rhaegar saw it first hand when the white-haired girl showed him the immense castle. She would just show so much excitement for the most minor things. The smile of joy was Rhaegar's most delicious wine. The prince of the Seven Kingdoms was raised in melancholy and bitterness. Since Summerhall, life has pushed its most hurtful dreams into him. And, the destiny he so desperately believed brought him down. Yet, Rhaegar felt nothing of sorts when Galadriel was with him. She was his light. The beautiful dream he didn't want to stop yearning for. Rhaegar's romances were now alive. All thanks to the Snow in his summer life.
Well, that's what he believed in anyways. The reality was that, while Rhaegar was just dreaming awake, Galadriel was making her best impression of a salesman during the Moat Cailin tour. Galadriel wanted to show him how much gold they could make if they allowed her to buy land in the south. But, it seems the prince didn't even pay attention to it since he was lost in thought, thinking about their future together.
On the other hand, Robert saw an idea of what love was to him. She was the goal. The Stag Lord believed since both Ned, and he was friends. It was only apparent for him to marry his friend's sister. So, that way, they could become a family. Robert was captivated by Galadriel, her beauty, her softness. The lust and the idea of him simply having her for himself. Robert, like many things in his life. Were filled with passion and desire. He wasn't a terrible person, but just one who confused desire with love. And Galadriel was everything he ever wanted. Robert, above all, wanted her.
And, for Galadriel, both were a means to an end.
The music started to play, and Rhaegar decided to use the opportuneness time to dance with the White Wolf, who smiled and captivated him like no other.
"My lady, if you would give me the honor," Rhaegar asked gently, and Galadriel being none the wiser, about how Robert stared at her accepted with a soft smile.
"It will be my pleasure," Galadriel replied. Soon, both danced before everyone in the great hall of the Moat Cailin, captivated by how perfect. The dragon prince and the wolf lady looked together. Rhaegar had put his hand on Galadriel's waist and gently guide her, step by step across the dancefloor.
"I heard about the Stark's direwolves; is that true?" Rhaegar asked gently, enjoying the sensation of Galadriel's hand on his.
"It is," Galadriel replied slowly. She sounded nervous or anxious. And she was, but for other reasons.
Left, right, left, right. Dancing isn't that hard! Still, I need to be careful. If I step on the prince's foot, I may hurt it. Also, I can't move my hands recklessly. I may end up breaking his fingers.
Galadriel thought anxiously. Since she was a level 100 player. She could quickly destroy the fragile prince with just her physical strength. That's why she was moving slowly.
"I have never seen a Direwolf before."
"If you wish, my prince. I could show you," Galadriel smiled.
"I would love to. But I wonder, how did you manage to find a pack of direwolves south of the wall?" Rhaegar asked, intrigued.
"Family secret," Galadriel replied mysteriously.
"Secret?"
"Targaryen have their dragons. Stark's have their wolfs."
Rhaegar tilted his head, smirking at Galadriel's reply.
Well, I don't know if they were actually dragons. Yggdrasil's dragons were mighty and very prideful. I doubt a mere human here could... tame them. Maybe, it was a Wyvern?
Galadriel pondered, not looking at the way. Rhaegar brought her close to him, resting his head on her shoulder.
Uh, is he sick? Is he smelling me? What?
"My Summer's Snow, I thank you for this dance," he whispered. Rhaegar was a gorgeous man, no doubt about it. And while many ladies would simply melt in his presence, Galadriel was slightly confused by him.
Summer's Snow? Did he just call me Summer's Snow? Ah... should I thank him? Oh, yeah. Pandora's told me how much the prince liked poetry and stuff like that. Yeah, he is a singer as well! I am not an artist, but I think showing how much I appreciate art would allow me to sway him to my cause. What would Pandora's Actor say if he was in my place? What type of quirky and embarrassing thing would he say?
Galadriel thought for a few seconds before deciding to just use the first thing that came into her head.
"It's my pleasure... my Winter's flame," Galadriel replied, and it was as if Rhaegar was struck by something. It was clear for Rhaegar now. The heart of the prince has been stolen by the cold of winter. Nothing would ever be the same. Rhaegar was in love. He could see those golden eyes staring at him, the blush on her cheeks, and how close both were. Almost glue together. Yet, far away, Pandora's Actor, who heard everything simply, shook his head in disbelief.
Uwah! That was so cringeworthy! But... that was bloody good! I'll tell Pandora's Actor later. He'll approve!
"My lady," Rhaegar whispered, leaning forward to steal those lips. But thankfully, Galadriel, who didn't know, what was Rhaegar trying to do, left his embrace. Since the piece of music they were dancing to was over.
"Sorry, my prince, but people want to dance with you and me," Galadriel chuckled.
"Of course," Rhaegar replied sadly.
"About time."
Rhaegar and Galadriel turned around only to see Robert standing there.
"Lord Baratheon," Rhaegar said with mildly courtesy.
"Prince Rhaegar," Robert answered rigidly.
And Galadriel was between both men, looking at them, wondering the sudden hostility. But from what she could remember. Robert's parents died in a tragic accident. The previous lord of the Stormlands was sent to Essos by King Aerys to search for a wife worthy of his heir. A true Valyrian woman. Yet, that never happened, and when Lord Steffon Baratheon returned after his failure and long journey. Their ship wrecked in Shipbreaker Bay in front of Robert and his siblings, killing Lord Steffon Baratheon and his wife, Cassana Baratheon. And it seems that since then, Robert blamed the Targaryen for their death.
An amusing thing for Galadriel since Robert and Rhaegar were related. Perhaps, second cousins of sorts.
So much hate I feel stems from Robert. Galadriel thought, and if she was honest. A fight between them would be highly entertaining.
"If you're finished, my prince. I would love to dance with my lady," Robert said commandingly. Rhaegar frowned deeply. Then, Robert brought Galadriel into his embrace. Of course, Galadriel was the one who moved willingly. Yet, she kept on looking at both of them. Highly amused.
"Your lady?" Rhaegar muttered. "I doubt she would like to be called in such a manner. Especially with your reputation."
Those words hit a chord, and Robert's face morphed into one of pure anger. Yet, he kept his cool. Even he wasn't so dumb to start a fight with the crown prince.
"Things are different now," Robert said. "I know the man you speak off, and it's no longer me."
"Truly, my lord?" Rhaegar asked with a hint of disbelief. "Sorry for assuming the worst. But if this is the way you behave in front of a lady. I am terrified of what would you do behind closed doors."
"Well, I am not a Targaryen, my prince. I am not an abuser. Ask the Queen about how the king behaves behind closed doors. She'll tell you all about what one looks like."
Those words were enough to kill whatever joy the party was bringing. Everyone just stared at the prince, who simply stared at Robert with fury in his eyes. Galadriel was now looking like an awkward child in the middle of a parental dispute.
Holy shit, that's cold. Galadriel thought, baffled by the quick response from Robert Baratheon. This night is becoming incredibly amusing. Galadriel saw Pandora's Actor urgently trying to make her do something. Or so Galadriel thought.
"My prince, my Lord, please do not bring hostility to this night," Galadriel whispered softly, using her best puppy eyes. "For me."
Rhaegar and Robert were captivated by her. And for a moment decided it was the best to lay the hostility down.
"I apologize, my lady," Robert said, gently kissing Galadriel's hand. "I never intended to bring your discomfort."
"You're not at fault, milord."
"Please, call me Robert."
"Robert, don't worry. Everything is forgiven."
Rober smiled brightly, almost forgetting the Targaryen prince standing next to him.
"It brings me discomfort to upset you. Please, forgive me."
Galadriel rolled her eyes at both of them, feeling now quite exhausted. "No harm done, my prince," Galadriel said. I want to leave now.
Rhaegar noticed how Robert brought her close to him, his hand on her waist, and he didn't like it. Especially the face the white-haired girl was giving to him. Like, she didn't want to be with him. And, well, he was right. Kind of. Galadriel didn't want to be there.
"I doubt my lady likes how you're treating her," Rhaegar said, earning a scoff from Robert.
"You don't know her," Robert replied hissingly.
"And you do?" Rhaegar said, now annoyed.
Eh, easy there. Neither of you knows me. Galadriel thought as she looked around the crown and noticed that people were now watching the scene. She saw Pandora's Actor waving at her, making strange gestures with his hand and face. Uh, what is he saying? She pondered as her creation was making signals with his hand.
"I will soon enough... my prince. Her hand is something I wish for. And I'll prove myself worthy of becoming her husband."
Rhaegar just stared at her. "Truly?" He asked, Galadriel with a soft voice.
"Uh... my father hasn't agreed to anything yet."
Rhaegar smiled, relieved to hear such words. "Then, you're still free." Galadriel nodded while looking at the gesture of Pandora's Actor. He looked exasperated by her.
"Excuse us... my prince."
Robert scoffed but sweetly brought Galadriel away from the prince. Robert smiled goofily at her as they started to dance since the music began one more time.
"Sorry for being so outspoken. I never intended to make myself look like a fool."
Robert said, earning a slight chuckle, a fake chuckle from Galadriel.
"Don't apologize. I understand it."
Robert grinned at her, and soon enough, both Wolf and Stag showed everyone how good they looked together. Or, that's the way Robert saw things.
"I was serious, my lady. I'll do whatever you want. If I could spend one night with you before going with the Stranger. I'll do it in a heartbeat."
"One night with me...?" Galadriel whispered, looking at Robert, embarrassed. Although, again, it was Robert's eyes that saw Galadriel blushing deeply.
In reality, Galadriel stared at him, highly disconcerted and mortified. Uh, yeah, no.
"I will never pressure you to do anything. I swear it in all gods. That I'll wait for you. But please, allow me to worship you, even if it is in my dreams."
Robert whispered, hugging Galadriel's body and enjoying the sweet smell of the woman's hair. Galadriel, however, just tensed.
Yeah, I think we have a problem.
Galadriel thought as she saw Pandora's Actor. The night was going to be a rather long one for her.
High in one of the unfinished towers of Moat Cailin, a certain white-haired girl and an unmasked actor seemed to be in entirely of a discussion.
"Hey! It's not my fault I am incredibly beautiful with a lustful body!" Galadriel yelled. "I am popular now, and this is my first time being popular, you know?!"
"That's not the point!" Pandora's Actor said, aggravate.
"Well, I am sorry, I couldn't read your signs!" Galadriel yelled, exasperated.
"They are easy signs for you to follow! I made them specifically for your brain!" Pandora's Actor exclaimed, vexed by his creator's behavior.
"Alright, that sounds offensive! And how should I know about those signs if you didn't even teach them to me!" Galadriel replied, annoyed.
"Oh... that's true. Also, I could have used [Message]... funny, I forgot," Pandora's Actor muttered, embarrassed.
"See! See! And you call me stupid!"
"I did not say such thing, my lady," Pandora's Actor said, waving it off.
"You insinuated it!"
"In my defense, you need to see how you're acting with them, my lady. The human prince and Lord Baratheon want nothing but to bed you. They want to do the alphabet and the many numbers with you. They are moving their hands on you, and you don't see!"
"Hey, easy there. This is your mother you're speaking to. Don't raise your voice, or I'll get angry."
"Sorry," Pandora's Actor replied sheepishly. Galadriel sighed but knew Pandora's Actor was right.
"Alright, I admit that the role of the innocent little lady is quite tiresome and that it does allow for them to move in such a way towards me. I should have foreseen it before."
Galadriel said while reaching out to the edge of the unfinished tower and looking down. The view from such height was unquestionably incredible, and it allowed her to think about the recent events.
"I mess up, eh?" Galadriel muttered. She remembered how the prince of the Seven Kingdoms and the lord of the Stormlands held her waist all night. Those hands, how they hugged her, not wanting to leave her. Those honey words of devotion and love. It made her cringe.
"Ugh!" Galadriel groaned. "I made it all worse, didn't it? Now they are both in love with me, no doubt."
"I think it is more infatuation than anything else if I am frank."
"Hello, Frank, I am mother," Galadriel joked weakly, only making Pandora's Actor look at his creator with disappointing eyes.
"Sorry. So, what should I do now? Now that I screw it up, by my own stupidity and naiveness. What is the best next step for me?" Galadriel asked with a tired tone.
"The act you're pulling off is truly problematic. Yet, honestly, I think this allows us a good chance," Pandora's Actor said, leaning on the wall next to his lady.
"Uh, what chance?" Galadriel muttered, just sighing deeply.
"My lady, what is the goal of all this? Besides trying to find Nazarick? What is the main objective?"
Galadriel hummed deeply, wondering the same. "Truthfully, I don't know. I am just making it as I go. Finding Nazarick is the main quest. Killing those gods and assuring there's no danger for us is another one. And making the North and my family great is one big part of it."
Pandora's Actor looked at the sky and thought. "Mm, I think we could make things easier if we just... go along with what we are doing currently."
"Oh, tell me about it," Galadriel asked, intrigued.
"You have the prince of the Seven Kingdoms, the throne heir, intensely fascinated with you. Then, there's the lord of the Stormlands, who is related to the prince. Maybe, we could use this to our advantage."
"Mm, what are you planning exactly?"
"Do you think an independent North is possible?" Pandora's Actor asked, making Galadriel frown. She thought deeply. Now, Galadriel could see if there was an economic bonus for the Northern nation when it comes to this sort of thing. Yet, the whole idea of independence brought some problems.
"It would eventually lead to a war," Galadriel hummed. "The south would never allow the North to be free and independent, especially with the power we could leverage on them."
Galadriel and Pandora's Actor nodded, knowing that would eventually be their case.
"If that comes to pass, I am pretty sure. In both the contemporary way, we would win easily with the Northern army and economically, in a war of attrition. And if you and I, take a direct approach we would just... well, we would just destroy anything. But, I would like more if we didn't."
Galadriel whispered with an unusual smile. A rather sadistic smile.
"My Demonic Empress traits would surely push me to invade the rest of Westeros... and more. But, I think you have a better approach, eh? We don't know where those gods are still, so I don't want them to know about my abilities, yet. Not until we know what they are capable of, so... what is in your mind?" Galadriel smirked as Pandora's Actor chuckled.
"Wanted or not, you have both men wanting you. Two of whom have shown great rivalry and desire to wed you. One who will be the future king and one who is quite the force of nature."
Galadriel looked at him, and then it only took a few moments before she saw a grin emerging from her creation.
"Pandora's Actor, you little devil, what are you trying to do?" Galadriel asked, giggling.
"What can I say? My mother is a Demon Empress. I inherited a bit of her nature. And good looks."
Galadriel giggle tenderly while kissing Pandora's Actor's cheek gently.
"I love you, and I am happy you're here with me."
Galadriel said with joy. She rested her head on Pandora's Actor's shoulder. Her child, for all intents and purposes. The night sky and the many stars. Pandora's Actor chuckled, enjoying the few seconds with his creator.
"So, what devil plan are you thinking of?" Galadriel asked.
Pandora's Actor grinned and looked at her. "Mother, I think you're going to have to just dance around more with them. Show a bit more, and be more... approachable. Also vulnerable."
"Weak?" Galadriel asked in a groan.
"No, never weak. Have you ever watched romance dramas?"
"Ah, I see, like a damsel in distress?"
"Oh, more than a damsel in distress. You're going to make history. A very bloody one too. And by the end... let's say, the one sitting on the Iron Throne would be you."
"You seem like the only one having fun so far," Galadriel added, amused by her creation's ambitions.
"I won't lie. It would be very entertaining to see."
"Interesting. Tell me more."
"I will but before that... My Winter's Flame? Really?"
"Ugh! Shut up!"
The morning sun arrived, and at such early hours, the workers of the fortress known as Moat Cailin got back to work. One could see the ships already crossing the channel. It was an incredible view for anyone to see it. It showcases the power the Stark family now possesses. Yet, for the prince of the Seven Kingdoms. Rhaegar Targaryen, no of that mattered. His mind was filled with one thing: the snowy beauty of Galadriel Stark.
"Such a beautiful snow flower."
Rhaegar whispered slowly, remembering the scent of her hair. Yet, there was something clear. He wasn't the only one trying to win her heart. Rhaegar walked to the balcony and felt the chilly air touch his cheeks. The castle, from his point of view, was stunning and intimidating.
"My Prince, are you awake?" Arthur called from the door.
"Yes, Ser Arthur, one moment."
Rhaegar replied, taking his time to get ready. "Come in," Rhaegar said.
The Sword of the Morning entered the room, and for its looks. He was incredibly entertained by something.
"What's with that smile?" Rhaegar asked his old friend.
"Nothing serious, my prince. I am just quite amused."
"How so?"
"My Summer's snow?" Arthur said, chuckling to himself, earning a sigh from Rhaegar.
"Hilarious, Arthur. I know you're not a person who fancy poetry. But you shouldn't make fun of people who do."
"Of course," Arthur replied, but a smirk was still on his face.
"Sometimes, I wonder how does lady Ashara do to not kill you in your sleep," Rhaegar said, chuckling.
"She has tried in the past, my prince. My dear sister doesn't like my wit," Arthur said, smiling.
"Who could argue against that?" Rhaegar only replied with a sigh.
The Targaryen prince then noticed a sudden change in his kingsguard posture.
"My prince, what are your intentions with that lady?" Arthur asked.
"Nothing escapes your eye, does it?" Rhaegar said.
"It's hard not to see when you act in such a way before everyone. You know the word is going to spread out. And reach King's Landing eventually."
"I know."
"Do you think is wise?"
"I am the prince of the Seven Kingdoms, Arthur. There are a lot of ladies who wished for my hand. And if I want to take over, I need an alliance. A strong ally. And who better than the North?"
"You say that now. However, what about the Martell? Or Tywin Lannister?"
Rhaegar sighed deeply, already feeling quite tired. Rhaegar knew that if he crossed that bridge, he better bring something to the table to make peace with those houses.
"I'll think about something. The last thing I want is to antagonize both families, Arthur. You know me."
Arthur looked deeply into Rhaegar's eyes. The Sword of the Morning was close to the Martell. His sister, Ashara Dayne, was close to the prince, Elia Martell. They practically grew up together. Arthur was close to them, and while his loyalty lies with the Iron Throne and the King. His family was also important.
"You have truly fallen for her?" Arthur asked gently.
"Am I that obvious?"
"Yes."
"You approve?" Rhaegar asked as Arthur hummed lowly.
"I can't say, my prince. I don't know, Galadriel Stark. Or, any one of them for that matter."
"They are a truly intriguing family, that's for sure."
"I guess they are... Brandon Stark, and Eddard Stark... you must be careful with them. They are strong and capable swordfighters."
Rhaegar raised his eyebrow, surprised by his friend's statement. It was known, that Arthur Dayne was the deadliest knight in the Seven Kingdoms. So, hearing him say something like that, was quite shocking.
"You think?" Rhaegar asked.
"They... make me tense. I have heard about them. They aren't to be scoffed at. I can tell you as much, my prince. I can feel danger from them," Arthur whispered.
"I see..."
Then from the door, Oswell When appeared. "My prince, someone wants to see you."
"Who is it?" Rhaegar asked, and quickly a voice appeared.
"Sorry for disturbing you, my prince."
Galadriel appeared, smiling gently at them.
"My lady, what are you doing awake these hours?" Rhaegar asked, making Galadriel giggle.
"I always wake up early, my prince. Otherwise, time wouldn't be sufficient for me. And I am a busy person."
"I don't doubt it, my lady," Rhaegar replied, smiling.
"Also, there is something I wish to show you, my prince."
Galadriel said, and Rhaegar wondered what could it be. And so, Rhaegar and his kingsguard followed the white-haired lady who was smirking to the courtyards. There, the prince and the other two stared, baffled by the group of giant wolves.
"My prince!" Arthur and Oswell put themselves before the prince, ready to die protecting them. Galadriel just stood there, looking at them with a funny expression.
"What are you two doing?" Galadriel asked the kingsguards.
"That's a direwolf," Rhaegar muttered, still not believing what he saw before him. He didn't know much about the North or Direwolf as a whole. Only what the books back at King's Landing said. But he never thought they would be that big.
"Ainz come here," Galadriel's direwolf approached her and gently nudged her. "They are just big babies, truly."
Galadriel told the prince while petting her wolf. "You can touch it. They will not bite you. Unless you wish harm on me, that is."
"My prince," Arthur warned, but Rhaegar didn't listen. He approached the beast and, without fear and touched the fur. Ainz, the direwolf, stared at the prince, wondering who that person could be. If Ainz could say something out loud. It would be something like, "Why do you look like a girl with purple eyes?" maybe it was for the best; they couldn't speak.
"Marvellous," Rhaegar whispered.
"Are you two done?" Galadriel called. Arthur and Oswell awkwardly sheeted their swords, yet the tension was still emanating from them.
"They are loyal and more intelligent than a normal wolf. Isn't that right, Ainz?" Galadriel cooed at her direwolf, who yelped loudly.
"I can't honestly say, I expected them to be... anything less," Rhaegar said, still a bit shocked by the large wolf.
Galadriel smirked. "Are you afraid, my prince?"
"No... I am not," Rhaegar told Galadriel, sounding brave and Galadriel just chuckle. Yet, she had to move on with her plans.
"My prince, would you like to have breakfast with me?" Galadriel finally asked, and Rhaegar was surprised by her sudden question. Yet, he couldn't hide his joy.
"It would be my pleasure."
Galadriel had everything prepared outside Moat Cailin, near a hill, with the most beautiful view of the Fever River and the fortress. Galadriel sat down as the servants prepared to serve the breakfast. Rhaegar stared at the strange food before him. He has never seen such a meal, he even poked it. Galadriel could see the confusion in the prince's eyes and chuckled.
"Never seen pancakes before, my prince?"
"Pancakes?"
The age in which Galadriel was currently living truly baffled her sometimes. Sure, the pancakes weren't a new concept. But the ones she specifically sent made were inspired by the ones from her old world. Much fluffier and delicious, in her humble opinion.
"I have never seen such... pancakes before."
"Northener cuisine," Galadriel added, smirking.
Rhaegar took a bite carefully and tasted the flavor of the pancake.
"This is very good!" The prince said, surprised.
"Of course it's good! Why it wouldn't?" Galadriel said, slightly offended.
"I apologize, my lady. I am not used to this type of food."
Galadriel just waves it off, as she then enjoys breakfast with the prince. "There's nothing better than a good breakfast to start the day!" Galadriel replied with a cute voice.
"Oh, Ser Arthur, Ser Oswell, would you like some of it?" Galadriel asked, gently.
Both kingsguard only declined respectfully. "We thank you, my lady. But that won't be necessary."
"Uh... are they always this serious?" Galadriel whispered, making Rhaegar laugh gently.
"Sometimes... you'll get used to it."
Galadriel nodded slowly, and as both enjoyed the delicious meal. Yet, she had a lot to do.
"My prince, would you tell me about your family and dragons?"
"Oh, what you wished to know?" Rhaegar asked, slightly confused about the question. "I doubt, I could tell you something, you don't know."
"I wish to know more about you, that's all, my prince," Galadriel whispered, slowly reaching Rhaegar's hand. "Could you tell me more?"
Galadriel's voice was tender and warm. It made Rhaegar's heart beat faster. "If that is what you wish for," Rhaegar replied, hypnotize by Galadriel's golden eyes.
"Thank you, my prince!"
Rhaegar beamed happily, telling everything to Galadriel, all about the dragons of old Valyria. The dozen they used to have, with their names and riders. He told her about his family. The Targaryen dynasty, not that it was a secret. Everyone knew about the royal family. But, hearing it from Rhaegar was different. Yet, Galadriel, while faking excitement, her objective was to make Rhaegar softer to her, easier to control. And maybe she also wanted to hear about the magic of Old Valyria.
That was something she wanted to learn as well. The magic of this world was an unknown. So, whatever information she could get. Galadriel was happy to receive it.
So, no dragons but Wyverns. Galadriel thought as she heard the way Rhaegar described them. I wonder if they are different from the ones back in Yggdrasil. Galadriel pondered. Then, she frowned, hearing the tragedy at Summerhall. About how King Aegon V Targaryen wanted to hatch some dragon's eggs in a secret ritual. Mm, something went wrong with that ritual, eh? Blood magic? I wonder how different it is from Yggdrasil. However, something doesn't match here. Why do I feel as if there was another cause for that tragedy? Well, in anycase. I would love to get some dragon eggs. I wonder where I could find one? Galadriel thought, completely ignoring Rhaegar's tale of sadness for the tragedy on the day of his birth.
"Since then, I have found myself going back to that place. And sleep under the stars," Rhaegar added.
"Uh... of course, that's such a sad tragedy, my prince," Galadriel replied, trying her best to look interested in him.
"I would love to visit that place," Galadriel told Rhaegar, with a kind voice. "I would like to be with you there."
Rhaegar couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by her. He slowly reached out and took her hand, gently caressing it. "If that is what you wish, my lady. I'll make sure to take you there."
Galadriel had to reply by caressing the prince's hand too. Rhaegar felt as if nothing would ever take away his happiness that day, nothing at all. Yet, Galadriel's eyes were hidden a dangerous secret across the table. A plot that, while amusing and highly embarrassing in Galadriel's opinion, was one that would eventually lead to what Galadriel could consider an excellent resolution.
After all, what is an empress without an empire?
The day came down, and it was Galadriel's turn to move to the next objective. Robert let his frustration go by hitting the practice dummies with all he had. It was that or drinking and whoring. But, if he does that. Whatever opportunity he had with the white-haired beauty would be gone instantly.
"I want to drink," Robert muttered hissingly. He was truly doing his best not to fall down the same path he was in before. Yet, the temptation was strong.
"Just focus on her and no one else," Robert whispered, preparing himself for yet, another barrage of attacks.
"Focus on what, my lord?"
Robert turned around and saw Galadriel standing, looking at him with a soft smile.
"My lady?" Robert asked, surprised to see her there.
"Sorry for disturbing you. I thought you wanted to rest and drink... water that is. You need to rest, please?"
Robert nodded, although he was confused to see her there.
"Thank you, my lady," Robert took the waterskin and enjoyed the fresh and pure liquid.
"You have been training hard, My... Robert."
"Haha!" Robert laughed. "Since you brother beat the shit out of me, I've been training harder. I have pride as a man, you know?"
"No doubt, my brother could help you train if you wish."
"Ah, I'll wait for now. I'm still sore after our last spar."
"Afraid, my lord?" Galadriel teased.
"A good warrior knows when to concede defeat and when to retreat," Robert said, trying to sound wise but only made Galadriel laugh.
"Of course."
"What can I do for you, my lady?" Robert asked gently.
Galadriel looked at him; those golden eyes mesmerized Robert to no end. It took all of Robert's willpower to not kiss her right then and there.
"Sit with me, Robert, please," Galadriel said, walking to a nearby tree.
Galadriel sat down, and Robert sat next to her, closely to ger. The white-haired girl slowly relaxed her body, and Robert felt like a young boy.
"I would like to ask you... do you hate prince Rhaegar?" Galadriel asked with an innocent voice.
Robert sighed deeply, wondering how could he answer such a question.
"I don't particularly like the Targaryen family... they are all rotten to the core. Don't let the prince's charm fool you, my lady. He has his own little game to play."
Robert hissed, and Galadriel had to admit. The prince seems like a person who would believe in dreams and prophecies. He is very weird that's true. She admitted.
"Do you like him?" Robert asked, directly, and Galadriel had to give credit to Robert. He wasn't a man who play around with things. Robert was direct with his questions.
"I... I don't know? I barely know him," Galadriel replied, playing dumb.
"Please, do not fall for him," Robert whispered pleadingly. He knelt before Galadriel and stared at him like a lost puppy or something.
Whoa, easy there! Are you a dog or something? Galadriel thought, cringing at the way Robert was begging her. Yet, she had to do what she came there to do. And so, she touched Robert's face gently.
"I do not know... why you care for me so much. But, the last thing I want is to hurt you."
Galadriel told Robert the cheesy line she could think of, and it seems it worked. Robert seems like a new man hearing those words.
"Give me a chance... and I'll make you happy."
"A chance?"
"I want you... please, give me one chance."
"I'll try..."
Galadriel replied, slowly caressing Robert's hair. It was all incredibly nauseating to Galadriel, but it was her job.
It's vexing but quite funny that I will be the center of attention in this way. A sort of the main character in a poorly written romance novel. But, I mean, it was this approach, or me just killing everyone and taking the throne, but... doing that is just, quite dull. Yet, if everything goes according to plan. Then Westeros is for a surprise... I'll win an Oscar with this performance. That's a guarantee.
Galadriel thought with an evil smirk. Chaos does offer a sense of entertainment for a demon. And Galadriel was going to enjoy the pure mess her actions would cause. Rhaegar and Robert, two fools, dancing around like puppets. It was only a matter of time before one of them was cut down.
But, which one would be?
Far away, incredibly far away, in a place where the land was empty, and the sand was gray. A certain dark-haired beauty stared at what was before her, confused and lost.
She looked around, not knowing where she was. Yet, the only thing in her mind was her beloved one.
"My lady~! Where are you, my love!"
Albedo has arrived.