(Third Person POV)
"Papa!" Astorias shouted brightly as Drakken approached her and Visenya in the training yard, "I have gotten better with my polearm!"
Drakken stopped and looked around, "Hm." He said, "So you have..."
Astorias nodded, "Yes!"
Drakken looked at her, "Good girl."
Astorias's eyes lit up and she couldn't help but smile, "I....well..." She said, completely flustered, "It's no big deal..."
Visenya noticed this, "Hm." She said simply
Drakken walked past Astorias and stepped in front of Visenya, "And you?" He asked, "No trouble, I take it?"
Visenya shook her head, "I don't have any reason to." She said, "Why do you ask?"
Drakken eyed her up and down, "Hm."
"She's my training master!" Astorias said
Drakken looked at her, "Is she?"
Astorias nodded, "Yes." She said, "She is important to me, Papa! Don't do anything to her."
"Hm." Drakken said as he looked at the polearm, "So she's teaching you how to fight with what? A stick?"
"I...." Astorias looked at her pole, "Well....."
"It's not a sword, that's true." Visenya said, "But the weight of the wood is quite hefty. If she could have whatever weapon fashioned in-"
Drakken grabbed the pole from Astorias's hands, "What is it you desire, my girl?" He said as he looked at the pole, "An actual bladed weapon or whatever the fuck this is supposed to be?"
"Well..." Astorias looked down while frowning, "I...I don't know...."
Drakken planted the pole on the ground, "If you wish to take this seriously...." He said as he leaned on it, "You must become devoted to it, Astorias. You need to learn how to wield the weapon."
"A polearm will be appropriate for her." Visenya said, "I figured that using a wooden pole would be a good start. She is a girl after all-"
"At what age did you use a bladed weapon, Warrior-Queen?" Drakken asked her, "Hm? Answer that."
"T-That is different." Visenya said
"No." Drakken said, "It is not. My daughter may be your distant relative, but she is no mere Targaryen. She is a Drakkengard and she will be treated as such. Astorias, tell me. Tell your Father what weapon you wish to wield. And as your Father and your God of War, I will bestow the weapon to you."
Astorias looked at him, "A-Are you serious?"
Drakken nodded and crouched down, patting her head, "You are my blood." He said seriously, "Of course I am serious."
Astorias looked down, "W-Well...." She said, "Something that isn't a spear nor a sword....because my brothers already use that.....but I would like something that can cut good like a sword but with the reach of a spear....like a pole..."
"Say no more." Drakken said, "What you desire is a Halberd."
"A halberd...." Astorias said, "Oh.....what's that?"
"It's an axe-bladed polearm with a spike on the shaft." Drakken explained, "Good for cleaving and piercing."
"Ohhh!!" She said, "Perfect!! Do you think I can beat Riktor with that???"
"That's up to your skill." Drakken said with a slight smirk, "That competitiveness of yours...hm, it is quite interesting."
"I wanna beat him up!" Astorias said with a fired-up tone, "Hehehehehe....."
Drakken squished her cheek, "Do me a favor." He said, "And I am serious about this."
"Ahh...." She pouted, "Not my cheek....."
"When you get your draconic mount, do not have it fight with Riktor's beast." He said, "That is the one thing I forbid when it comes to your antics. It is a Sacred Drakkengard Law, my daughter. None of my children's draconic beasts will fight each other under any circumstances. Do you understand?"
She nodded, "Yes...." She said, "But I don't have one....."
Drakken smiled, "That is where you're wrong." He said, "It's nearly time."
"Your egg will hatch soon."
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(Drakken's POV)
It was later that night, everyone had gone to sleep. I was told by Maegelle that the twins were with her all day. She was teaching them how to make medicinal teas and the such, which I thought to be harmless.
Saera was with Vaella and Viktoria the entire day; she was "making them very pretty," as she had put it. I am sure she was trying new dresses and different hairstyles on them. Saera no longer has the same royal stylists as she did in King's Landing, so she had to take matters into her own hands.
But she doesn't have an issue with it because everything she does is for her own style, and she dresses her daughters the way she wants, and I don't have a problem, so long as it is appropriate.
Mya was supposedly with Riktor, but I heard the typical noises from Riktor's room, and Sylas told me that Mya was with him in the shooting range; they were testing the prototype crossbow.
Now, they were all asleep. Astorias was knocked out after an entire day of training, and I am sure the rest of the children were as exhausted as her. Their mothers also took to bed, as today was their "Rest" day. I didn't mind, they deserved it since I am very active with them.
I rubbed my neck, "Quite the day....."
I heard the door slowly creak open, and I looked over to see someone slipping in before closing it behind them.
"Hm..." I said as I saw a glint of white hair, "What is it?"
Viserra was walking towards me, wearing her usual nightgown, a silk white one that I had gifted her a few months back. Her hair was combed straight, draped over her shoulders as the moonlight reflected off it, highlighting her beautiful features.
I couldn't lie.
Sometimes, Viserra seemed to be more beautiful than Maegelle and Saera. And that is something I didn't want to admit with them present.
She smiled slightly, "My Lord."
"What could my Dragon Maiden be doing so late at night?" I raised an eyebrow
"Nothing really." She said as she walked over to a table that I had in the middle of the room, "I had some things in my mind."
"Hm." I said, "What is it?"
"The Ritual." She said, "W-When....will it happen?"
"When I say so." I tilted my head, "Things require patience, Viserra. You know that."
She nodded, "We have grown so close as of late, right?" She smiled slightly, "The Dragon Maiden and Her Dragon God...."
I stepped closer to her, "Is that so?"
She nodded, "Yes...."
I could hear her heartbeat getting louder by the second, "Hmm..." I said as I gently ran my fingers through her smooth hair, "What is it you want form me, my Dragon Maiden?"
"Nothing." She said softly, "I just wish to be graced by The Great One's presence."
I gently reached for her waist, "Oh?" I said as I ran my hand to her rear, "Is that so?"
"Oh...." She let out a slight gasp, "N-No, My Lord...you shouldn't do this....."
"Your words aren't genuine." I chuckled, "There is no resistance from your end."
I lift her leg up as I lean in and kiss her on the lips, as she almost immediately kisses me back. Her arms wrapped around my neck while I pressed tightly against her. I could feel the warmth of her body against mine as we kissed; it was quite the sensation, so addicting.
She let out slight moans through her kissing as I firmly held her thigh, our tongues wrapping around each other with passion.
I pulled away as she let out a gasp, "Oh, naughty little Viserra." I said with a slight smirk, "My Dragon Priestesses don't normally perform such.....sins....."
She blushed deeply, "You spit in the face of Seven...." She said softly, "This is what you want, to oppose their beliefs...but my Celibacy is strictly for The Ritual...there is nothing wrong with kissing a God? M-My God....?"
I leaned in and briefly kissed her lips, "No." I said, "But of course....."
"It's our little secret."