(Third Person POV)
"You want him to start a War?" Maegelle asked, "And you want him to conquer a nation? Drakken, he’s a boy."
"Boys his age have conquered less." Drakken said seriously, "This pathetic display of aningless affection has bothered . I want him to take his role seriously! If he truly loves that woman, then he will conquer a country for her! You want her, don’t you? Well go on! I’ll give you 5,000 Duskguard. Go on and conquer whatever nation you choose. Essos is ripe, have your pick."
Riktor looked at him, "But..." He said, "I...."
"This is too much of a punishnt, My Lord." Mya said, "Perhaps sothing el-"
"No." Drakken said, "Contact Lannister, tell him to hand over ships and supplies for an invasion overseas. Riktor here will have to step up and do what he was ant to do at a young age. I am not joking here. You’re going to War, Riktor."
Riktor’s face hardened, "V-Very well...."
"And I ain’t fucking around here. Don’t co back until you’ve conquered the nation and have absolute control with the Trinity as the main religion." Drakken said as he walked past him, "Only then can you return and have your woman. But you won’t marry her. You’ll marry who I tell you to marry."
Riktor looked at him, "T-That’s...." He said, "That isn’t right! Father, that is-"
"Until you realize what’s at stake, you will have no freedom to make your choices, Riktor!" Drakken scowled, "If you wish to further cause embarrassnt for the House, then I will direct the trajectory of your life!! This isn’t a fucking charity, I won’t let anyone do as they please, should it affect House Drakkengard!!! You will do as I fucking tell you, and until you learn your fucking lesson, I don’t want you back here!!!"
Riktor returned the scowl, "I am not so fucking lord that you can decide what he can and can’t do!!" He shouted, "I am your son, Riktor Drakkengard!!"
"Then fucking act like it!!" Drakken shouted, "Otherwise, I will have you removed as Heir and the next Head of the House will be decided through the War Gas!!!"
Riktor looked taken aback, "W-What?"
"The integrity of this House, one of War, will not be compromised because you decided to let your stupid crotch lead your actions." Drakken grabbed him by his shirt, "My Heir, my Son, needs to learn that to lead this House, he needs to be focused and have absolute control of himself!!! Do YOU understand?!"
Riktor didn’t say anything, he simply scowled .
"That’s enough, Drakken." Maegelle pulled on his arm, "You’re being too harsh now."
"Not harsh enough." Drakken let go of him "I don’t need his mothers smothering him and making him soft!! He needs to be ready, dammit! I need him to be ready! I can’t have him soft and weak like I am now!"
"Lord Drakken...." Mya said
Drakken pulled away from Maegelle and turned his back, "Get your fucking ass out of my presence, Riktor." He said seriously, "Go and get ready. You will leave in two days."
Riktor slowly got up, looking down with a serious expression, "F-Fine..."
"Riktor..." Mya reached for him but Riktor turned around and walked away, "W-Wait..."
Maegelle watched as Riktor left the throne room and closed the door with his telekinesis, a frown on her face.
"Drakken.....this....this isn’t right." She said, "You can’t send your son to war. He’s a young boy....he’s 14!"
"I don’t give a shit." Drakken said seriously, "He will do what I say. He won’t be alone. The Duskguard will be with him. He will lead them, he will conquer in my na. He will grow. He will get stronger. He will beco the Man he thinks he is."
Mya looked at Drakken, "A punishnt is in order. Discipline is in order." She said, "But this? You can’t expect us to agree with this...."
"I don’t give a fuck if you agree with it or not." Drakken said with anger, "It will happen. You called here to correct him, didn’t you? Well, there’s your correcting!"
"I didn’t want you to send him to war!" Mya started, "Drakken he’s-"
"He’s MY Heir!!!" Drakken cut her off, "He needs to understand what that ans. He needs to know the weight of his burdens, his responsibilities!! This pressure that is on him, I understand what it ans, but I need him to persevere! You promised , Mya! You promised a Warrior! You promised .....you told ....."
He looked down, a hint of disappointnt in his eyes. Maegelle imdiately caught this, but said nothing, she rely stood there and looked at him.
"Very well..." Mya said softly, "I....I will go and make sure he’s ready...."
She turned around and left the room, leaving Maegelle and Drakken alone.
Maegelle walked up to him, "Drakken...." She said softly, reaching for his hand, "This.....well...."
"Fuck, Maegelle, I didn’t think this would be such a pain." Drakken said suddenly, "Fatherhood...."
She was taken aback, "What?"
"I’m not.....I’m not good at this." Drakken admitted, "But.....I am trying my best."
"You are." She said as she hugged his arm, "You really are....Riktor is your son....he...he is your boy."
"This attitude of his." Drakken said, "I didn’t expect him to inherit....such urges....."
"He turned out like you." Maegelle chuckled nervously, "He is just like his father."
"I don’t want him to be like !" Drakken scowled as he clenched his fists, "I want him to be better! I want all of my sons to be better! I.....I....."
"Shh...." Maegelle patted his cheek, "I understand."
Drakken let out a sigh, "Children....." He said, "They’re too much sotis. If I am having this much trouble with one of them, who is my eldest....what will I deal with when the others grow up?"
"Sylas is a good boy." Maegelle said, "The others will not be this way, I know it. There is nothing to concern yourself with, Drakken. Just.....calm down....and rethink this decision. Please. It is too much, I don’t approve of it."
"Too bad." Drakken said seriously, "It’s happening."
"I am not changing my mind."
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