𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 / 𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧

Adventures

Maegor had been thinking about Daenera all day. He couldn't stop himself from imagining how she would look when she smiled, how her eyes would sparkle in the moonlight, and how her soft voice would sound when she spoke. He knew he had to see her again, even if it meant sneaking into her room.

As the night grew darker, the prince waited until the castle was quiet and everyone was asleep. He quietly tiptoed through the halls, making sure to avoid any creaky floorboards that might give him away. Finally, he reached the door to her room.

He gently pushed the door open and slipped inside. The room was dimly lit by a single candle, casting flickering shadows on the walls. Daenera was fast asleep, her chest rising and falling rhythmically, but Shira was awake. Despite him sneaking in surprisingly, the wolf didn't stop him, seeing as he wasn't a threat.

The prince approached her bed and whispered her name softly. Her eyes fluttered open, and she sat up, looking surprised and a little confused.

"Maegor? What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you," he replied, his eyes locked onto hers. "I had to see you again."

She smiled and gestured for him to sit on the edge of her bed. They talked for hours, sharing stories and secrets and laughing at each other's jokes. As the night wore on, they grew closer and closer until Maegor found himself leaning in for a kiss.

But just as their lips were about to meet, they heard a loud knock on the door. They quickly pulled away from each other, the prince hiding behind a nearby curtain.

"My lady, are you alright?" a guard's voice called out.

Daenera quickly composed herself and replied, "Yes, I'm fine. It's just a bad dream."

The guard seemed satisfied with her answer and left, closing the door behind him.

Maegor emerged from his hiding place, disappointment etched on his face. But she smiled at him reassuringly.

"Don't worry," she said. "We'll have plenty of time to be together. We just have to be patient."

"I have a better idea." He said to her.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Stay here." He told her.

Maegor left her room quietly and returned a few minutes later in plain clothes. He then handed her a small pile of clothes.

"Put those on." He told her.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"An adventure." He answered.

Maegor and Daenera slipped out of the palace gates, leaving all their guards behind. They had grown tired of the rigid routines of court life, and they yearned for adventure. So they ventured into the city, disguised in plain clothes, eager to explore the world beyond their gilded walls.

Their first stop was a street market, bustling with vendors hawking their wares. They browsed the stalls, sampling exotic fruits and admiring colorful fabrics. They shopped for trinkets and curios, haggling with the merchants and laughing at their own mispronunciations in the local language.

Next, they wandered off the main road, exploring the narrow alleys and backstreets of the city hand in hand.

Seized by the spirit of adventure, Maegor and Daenera decided to climb the city's tallest building, a spire that reached high into the sky. They scrambled up flights of stairs, pausing to catch their breaths and admire the stunning views. When they finally reached the top, they held hands and gazed out over the city, laughing and gasping at the thrill of being so high up.

Their final escapade was the most daring of all. They stumbled upon a secret club, a dimly lit basement where locals gathered to dance and drink. Daenera hesitated, unsure if she should enter. But then they linked arms, took a deep breath, and plunged into the crowd.

The music was loud and pulsing, and they danced wildly, spinning and jumping and laughing. Surrounded by strangers, with no one to impress or judge them, they let go of their royal façades and became their true selves reckless and carefree, joyful and alive

And when the morning sun finally rose, signaling the end of their secret adventure, Maegor and Daenera returned to their palace, exhausted but elated. They knew that they could never reveal their exploits to anyone, but they would always treasure the memories of their wild night in the city.

As they walked back to the castle, Daenera couldn't stop talking about all the things she had seen and done during their adventure in the city. Prince Maegor listened to her with a smile on his face, happy to have been able to show her a new world.

They continued to talk and laugh as they walked, with her thanking him every few minutes for the wonderful night he had given her. As they approached the castle gates, Lady Stark turned to the prince with a serious expression.

"Thank you, Maegor," she said, taking his hand in hers. "I never knew how much I was missing until I met you."

"I'm just glad I could show you a new world," he replied, his eyes locked onto hers.

Maegor smiled and tucked another strand of hair behind her ear. Daenera leaned into his touch, cherished in his embrace.

"Goodbye, Prince Maegor." She said sweetly.

As she walked away, she couldn't help but feel torn between the two princes. She knew that whatever she decided, someone was going to get hurt. And she didn't know if she was ready to deal with the consequences of her feelings. Maegor introduced her to knew things, but she felt a stinging passion for Prince Aemond as well. She liked Aemond's view on the world he had a voice she could listen to for hours, but Maegor kept her on her toes. For once in her life, Daenera was absolutely confused about what to do.

(Yes, I know I'm confusing you guys 😌 That's the point. I've read all the comments. Love them, btw thank you. But fasten your seat belts because it's going to an emotional rollercoaster ride. Who knows who she'll choose🫣😀🤪)