(Third Person POV)
"What a declaration, Princess." Drakken said as he chuckled, "I am to be your Husband? That's interesting.....your sister is first in line, if I am to be honest."
"Hmph." Saera said with a scowl, "Then take her out of the line. She does not seem interested in taking you, I would be more than willing to."
"Ho?" Drakken said
Corlys frowned as Saera looked at Drakken with a determined scowl, "Listen here-"
Drakken snapped his fingers and Corlys was unable to speak. His mouth opened but no sound ca out, causing him to widen his eyes in surprise and looked around in confusion.
"This guy is obnoxious." Drakken said
"That sort of power...." Saera said, "I am intrigued by it. I want it."
Drakken raised his eyebrow and looked at Ser Ryam, "Is she always like this?"
Ryam looked away, "I would rather not say."
"If you wish to keep your tongue, that would be wise." Saera spat at him with an angry tone
Drakken appeared in front of her suddenly, towering over her. The young princess was caught off guard and stepped back, her black and red dress flowing in the breeze that flowed through the courtyard.
The God of War and Death's eyes were directly on the princess, a hint of amusent in them.
"How old is this one, Ser Ryam?" Drakken asked
"She is ten and one...." Ser Ryam said, "Her naday is soon, so she will be ten and two."
"Hm...." Drakken said
"Quiet, Knight." Saera said, "Or I will have you-"
"Silence, girl." Drakken said seriously, causing the princess to look at him with a bit of surprise, "Spoiled little shit, aren't you? Just because your father is King does not an you should decide whether or not to override my authority. Do you know who you are before? Ser Ryam is aware, which is why he answers the question I am asking."
Saera glared at him, "You are but a re Lord, I am the Princess of Westeros." She said, "I will have what I want and what I want is that power for myself. I wish to have you as my husband, it is that simple."
"You are but a small and nearly rotten flower, not worthy of my attention." Drakken leaned back and looked down at her, a dismissive look on his face, "Your sister is a delicate and pure one, worthy of said attention that intrigues . If I should be anyone's husband, it would be her....but not until she is of age."
"Hmph." She said, "She is already old....and I-"
"You are but a stupid girl, a spoiled little shitstain." Drakken told her with an annoyed tone, "You are barely eleven years old, without the experience necessary to comprehend what it is to be with soone like . I suggest you keep yourself dignified in the coming years or else I would discard you and switch my gaze on Daella. She seems rather nice....better than you."
"You foolish fiend." Saera said as she turned around, flicking her hair back, "I will make sure you understand that insulting will have its consequences!"
"Sure, I would love to see that." Drakken said with a slight smirk before looking at Corlys who was still standing there, "And as for you...."
Drakken snapped his fingers again, undoing the spell he cast on him.
"Y-You fucking...!!" Corlys said, "What kind of man are you?! What tricks and sorcery do you cast on ?!"
"If I were you, I would shut up." Drakken said, "Do not co to with challenges that will end badly for you and your House. Take it from Ser Ryam, you do not want to fight ."
"He is right, My Lord." Ser Ryam told Corlys, "He is not sothing you wish to face. If you both excuse , the Princess has stord off."
Drakken looked over to see that Saera had already been long gone from sight, sothing that Ser Ryam found rather tireso.
"I promise you that you will regret that!" Corlys told Drakken
Drakken didn't bother to look at him, "Hm...." He said, "You are nothing to ...."
"Just a little speck of dust."
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[Harrenhal, The Following Week...]
"Your husband?" Maegelle said as she was sitting down on her couch, "Saera said you will be her husband?"
Drakken was standing a couple feet away from her, holding a basket of daisies as he nodded.
"Yea..." He said with a smirk, "I found that to be rather amusing, truly."
Maegelle sighed, "That sister of mine." she said, "To say that she will be troubleso is an understatent. I hope that by the ti she is old enough and is presented before you, she is a bit more mature....."
"Doubt it." Drakken said as he approached her, "Your Father has spoiled her rotten. She will be like Dara Lannister...."
"Worse." Maegelle said as Drakken handed her the basket, "And her sister is well.....wait, what is this?"
"Flowers." Drakken said
"They are pretty...." She said, "From Lady Mya's garden?"
Drakken nodded, "Yes." He said, "She plants seeds from all of the land. It is her hobby..."
"I see...." Maegelle said as she had the basket in her lap, picking the daisies up and slling them, "A nice gesture, My Lord. May I ask what the occasion is?"
Drakken reached for her hair, tucking it behind her, "No reason." He said, "I wish to show you that I do care. Your Sister's declaration was quite bold and Intend to make sure that you will not be neglected."
"O-Oh...." she said, "Like you've neglected Daranne?"
"Daranne?" Drakken said, "Is that what you think? That girl gets the attention she yearns for whenever I am not with Mya."
"I know...." Maegelle said, "But being in her bed is different than spending ti with her, actual ti. That is neglect, My Lord. I appreciate your feelings for , whatever they may be, but I cannot accept it if that girl is neglected by you. Dara at least has a husband who cares for her."
"If she is to bear a child.....what would your reaction be?" Drakken asked as he straightened up, "Hm?"
Maegelle looked away, "What does it matter?"
"I intend for you to be my consort....and to bear my child....should it be your choice." Drakken turned around, "But with Riktor being my firstborn and being Mya's son, it is fine if I have another child that is not yours."
"It is not my decision..." Maegelle said, "If you wish to have more children, I will not mind. In fact, I will care for them as I care for Lord Riktor."
Drakken glanced at her, a hint of disappointnt in his eyes, "I will not touch you..." He said, "Not in that way....."
"Not until you are ready."
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