(Third Person POV)
[So Weeks Later]
A quick ceremony was held for Drakken and Viserra’s wedding. The God of War and Death decided to marry the Dragon Maiden after the promised Dragon Ritual. Every mber of The Trinity was expecting this to happen.
According to Ezra’s prophecies, Viserra would bear him a child who will bring forth the destruction of an Eastern Settlent. Drakken himself was a bit skeptical about the specifics of that prophecy but he didn’t really show any care about it.
Viserra was a bit nervous about the entire ordeal but her sisters showed her support, which helped ease her worries. Even her nieces, Princess Vaella and Princess Astorias showed encouragent about the marriage.
The ceremony was quick, and only Drakken’s wives and his children were present. All but Riktor, obviously. The ceremony was important to House Drakkengard; the addition of another wife. Drakken seed to be rather adamant about Viserra being the final addition to the family. But who knew if that were true.
Drakken was always changing his mind on a whim. And it didn’t really matter if he changed his mind on this, however, it would be best for the House if he didn’t.
After the Ceremony, Drakken asked Viserra if she wished to be bedded. The Maiden reluctantly refused, stating that she wasn’t sure if she felt comfortable with the matter.
Drakken didn’t care and rely told her that she would soon share his bed.
Saera and Maegelle were rather accepting of this ordeal, giving Viserra comfort in the idea of being Drakken’s wife.
All things considered, Drakken seed rather neutral and apathetic of any and all situations in the Realm.
Now, Drakken was sitting down in his couch, looking at a letter that was sent to him by Tyene from Dorne.
"Hm...." He said
The doors to his chambers opened and Mya walked in, "My Lord." She said as she walked over to him, "Did you call for ?"
He patted the seat next to him, "Sit."
Mya nodded and sat down next to him, "Yes.....?"
"Tell , Mya." Drakken set the letter down, "What do you think should be done about the situation in the North?"
"I...." Mya frowned, "I don’t understand."
"What do you know of the North? Or at the very least, Beyond The Wall...." Drakken said seriously, looking ahead, "The Wall, a giant chunk of ice....."
"I don’t know anything." Mya said, "Aside from the fact that The Wall is manned by the Night’s Watch, an old order who protect the Realm from what’s beyond."
"And what’s beyond?" Drakken looked at her
"Wildings.....myths.....legends...." Mya said, "I only know what everyone else knows. I’ve never ventured that far in the North. Why do you ask?"
"Thanatos claims that there is a power of Death." Drakken stood up, "One that threatens his dominion over the Realm’s dead. He wishes to oppose it."
"I....I see...." she said softly, "What is Lord Thanatos’s plan?"
"He plans to set out to the North." Drakken said, "And whatever the specifics are.....I know that the broad plan of his...it won’t be good. The thing is, when it cos to a power like this, Death...a struggle for control, struggle for dominance, for absolute dominion.....it will always be ugly. Death at so tis is disturbing.....and horrid...Thanatos can sotis remind everyone what that truly ans."
"Lord Thanatos is an aspect of you. Of your power." Mya said, "Does that an that whatever he does.....it is a reflection of your intent? Your struggle over the dominion of Death in the North.....is that what your intention will one day be?"
"The Song of Ice and Fire." Drakken suddenly said, walking over to a table
"Pardon ?" Mya asked
"That was Aegon I Targaryen’s Dream." Drakken told her as he poured wine, "The Song of Ice and Fire. A Dream about a looming threat, a seemingly apocalyptic one....The Long Night. Winter cos, and Death cos with it. That is sothing that is centuries....possibly millennia....in the making. However, all of that changed when I arrived."
"I don’t think I understand," Mya said
"Fate." Drakken told her, "I’ve already ntioned that I can see Fate and I can change it. The Fate of this world was just that; The Long Night. But my presence interfered with that. But...since I stopped it by just existing.....that power.....that....Death....it will beco Stagnant. Eventually, I would have had to address it. But it’s fine....if Thanatos wants to do that, let him."
"I see...." Mya stood up, "My Lord. Have you gotten any sleep?"
She walked over to him and embraced him from behind.
"Why?" He asked
"Marrying Viserra.....all those nights down in the Sub-Basent..." She said softly, "You seem rather tired as of late..."
"I’m fine." Drakken took a sip of his wine, "Viserra is my wife now. Soon, she will bear a child. That is her commitnt to . To us. To the cause...."
"My Lord...." She said, "I cannot believe I am saying this.....but for tonight, just take your mind off things....and rest.....may we share the bed tonight? I wish for you to take comfort in my warmth..."
Drakken turned around and looked at her, a serious expression in his eyes.
"What kind of man do you think I am?" He asked, "Do you truly think I’ve been humanized enough for you to say those words?"
Mya patted his cheek, "I am your wife." She said, "It is rely my duty to look after you."
"Hm...." Drakken said, "I’m not stupid. You want to check on Riktor, don’t you?"
"No." She said, "Well, yes. But that’s not why I’m doing this. I care about you, My Lord. You know that."
"Tch...." Drakken walked past her, "Riktor is going to be fine, don’t worry about him."
"I’m not...." Mya said as she looked over to see him walk over to the bed, "But My Lord.....he’s....he hasn’t sent a letter in a while."
"He’s fine." Drakken told her as he sat down on his bed, "So....."
Mya looked at him, "Yes?"
Drakken patted the spot next to him, "Are we not going to share a bed?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, "I am pent up. Let release my urges so I can have a decent sleep. I know you’ll sleep well with the fucking I’ll give you."
Mya blushed slightly and smiled, "Oh, My Lord...." She said with a chuckle, "Of course...."
"As you wish."
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