Wild Winter Roses

Chapter 1: A Prince's Return

281 - King's Landing...

After a long and strenuous war, first on the Stepstones and then riven to the lands of Essos, staining it with Blackfire blood, prince Rhaegar returns victorious to his beloved city, under the cheers of his lords, his men, and especially the people of Kings Landing

"How does it feels to finally savor, the sweet home, cousin?" Came the strong voice of Robert, son of the late Lord Steffon Baratheon, his father's best friend, who sadly died.

"I thank the Seven for keeping me alive this long, protecting me from the enemy's blades and giving me the possibility to see my beloved mother again," replied Rhaegar, as he was waving to the crowd in thankfulness.

"Pha. It's not the Seven that you should thank, dear Cousin, but my bloody hammer. It's him the one that saves your ass from the Twin's blades," said Robert starting to laugh from his horse, and the laugh was more of a roar than a normal laugh.

"And you, Robert? Who are you looking forward to seeing again?" asked Rhaegar looking towards his stag cousin.

"The warm thighs and prosperous breasts of a woman," he replied, starting to laugh, and out of the corner of his eye, Rhaegar saw that this reply also made Lord Stark's second son, Eddard, smile. A very quiet and honourable young man. But it was a normal thing considering that he was raised by Lord Arryn. "But above all, I can't wait to meet my betrothed."

"You have a betrothed?" asked Rhaegar with a raised eyebrow, remembering that during this war, his cousin has fucked so many women, that Rhaegar lost count.

"Yes. Lyanna stark. A beauty from another world. Wild, smart, and beautiful. A proper lady that will birth my sons," replied Robert, releasing a roaring laugh, throwing his head behind, before adding in the same laughing way, "You may be King of the Seven Kingdoms one day, but no queen of yours will be like my sweet Lyanna."

Rhaegar didn't reply, just keep waving his hand to the crowd, but his mind was now wondering who his future will choose him as a wife. He glanced for a moment at the young stark, before returning his gaze forward.

When they reached the courtyard of the Red Keep, Rhaegar saw the newly restored order of the Dragonkeepers in line and waiting for him. They usually were the protectors of the Dragonpit, but now they are the protector of the Red Keep it seems. Beside these warriors, some of the Gold Clocks were present too. They all bend the knee when he got down from the horse.

"Well, these ones are ready to please all your needs, it seems," came Robert's voice, as he gives him a pat on the shoulder, and Rhaegar nodded.

"Arthur. Give tell some men to show where the unsullied are going to stay. And make sure that they are treated kindly."

After that, Rhaegar taking a breath headed towards the inside of the place, followed by Robert, the Commander of the Unsullied, Sure Spear, and the Lords that have fought with him in this blooded war.

When he reached the Throne room, the great doors opened, revealing it full of people, lords, and ladies of the Crownlands, starting to cheer him and clamp their hands.

Raising his chin in pried, Rhaegar started to move towards the Iron throne, a monstrous chair made of the swords from the fallen enemies of Aegon Targaryen and forged by Balerion the black dread. A chair that emanates power, glory, and fear. And on which now sits his father, Aerys, Second of his Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.

Next to the throne, on the right side was sitting his beautiful mother, Queen Rhaella with her adorned crown in the head, and a beautiful red dress, with glitter on the black part of the dress., holding his little brother, Viserys who was instead standing.