(Third Person POV)
[A Few Days Later]
After preparations were complete, Riktor was about to depart for Lannisport in order to take a fleet of ships and head over to Essos. According to Ser Jon, there was a bit of a conflict in the Stepstones that Maegor was unable to quell due to a bigger issue arising near Volantis.
Riktor said that he would start there and was hoping to see Jon there, but Jon was unable to, as his duties needed him in Westeros. This made Riktor a bit nervous, but he decided not to complain about the matter.
He had all of his supplies packed, and the Duskguard had made sure to have Brutus's cage ready. Drakken allowed Riktor to take his wyvern to battle as it was the only thing that would guarantee him success.
Despite this, there was little to no confidence in Riktor but nevertheless, he steeled his nerves and mentally prepared himself for what he was about to do.
He was outside the castle, saying his goodbyes as the convoy that would take him to Lannisport was already departing. Several Duskguard Knights stood behind him as Riktor was looking at his Mothers and his brother, Sylas.
Riktor looked at Mya, "Mother...." He said, "I am about to leave...."
Mya nodded, a slight smile on her face, "Yes...." She said softly, "I will pray for you. I really will, my son...."
Riktor looked down, "The God whom you'll pray to is the one who sent me away." He said, "But no matter..."
Maegelle frowned, "Be careful, Riktor." She said, "Please....don't do anything reckless...just...take care of yourself."
Saera stepped towards him and hugged him, "I love you." She said softly as she embraced him tightly, "I love you so much. Don't you ever forget that.....don't you dare forsake my love."
Riktor reluctantly hugged her back, "Y-Yes..." He said softly, "I know, Mother...."
Saera was holding back her tears, and she pulled away, looking at his face as her lips quivered, "I hate that he does this sometimes." She said, "My heart cannot handle this, Riktor. I want you to be strong....and conquer a kingdom quickly..."
"I will try." Riktor said with a nod
She patted his cheek, "Don't forget to write...."
"I won't." He nodded
She stepped away and wiped her tears away as Sylas looked at Riktor.
The two brothers stared at each other, not saying much for a couple of seconds.
Riktor was the one who broke the silence, "Take care of our siblings, brother." He said, "I leave it to you."
Sylas nodded, "Yes." He said, "I will. Don't worry about them."
Riktor nodded and turned around, "I'm leaving then."
"Wait." Maegelle walked up to him and grabbed his hand, "Riktor...."
Riktor looked at her, "What is it?"
Maegelle lifted his hand and kissed it, "Know that you will always have a home here." She said softly, tears in her eyes, "Know that we will always love you. War...it's not a pretty thing to witness and to experience....whatever happens.....please, don't forget who loves you."
"I am the Son of War, Mother." He said seriously as he pulled his hand away, "Whatever I experience, it is expected of me to push through without issue. I am not just any Lord's son, I am Riktor Drakkengard."
He turned around and began to walk away as they all watched him.
"...Riktor..." Mya said softly as she clutched on her dress
"I will have you all in the back of my mind." Riktor said, not looking back, "My love for my family will push me forward. So wait until my return."
As he and the Knights reached his carriage, Riktor stopped and looked behind, over to the nearest tower of the Castle. High above, he noticed that Drakken was watching from afar. He saw that he had nearly no emotion in his face, simply staring at his son as he was about to depart.
Riktor didn't say anything, nor did he make any gestures; he simply looked at his father.
Drakken's expression didn't change, and he simply walked away, disappearing from sight.
"Hm." Riktor said,
"Figured."
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Drakken walked up to the table and poured some wine into his cup. "What do you want, Viserra?" He asked the Dragon Maiden as she walked up to him, "I am busy."
"Lord Riktor has departed." Viserra walked up to him, "I worry about his safety. War....for a boy, that is....it could be brutal."
Drakken took a sip of his wine, "So what?" He said, "He did this to himself."
"I am aware." Viserra said as she had her hands in front of her, "But still, he is your son."
"I am not going to have any arguments about this." Drakken said with an angry scowl, "Not anymore. So do yourself a favor and keep whatever you were going to say to yourself."
Viserra nodded, "Very well." She said, "I humbly apologize."
Drakken looked at her up and down, seeing that she was wearing a silver dress that was a bit tighter than the ones she normally wears. He saw that her curves were highlighted and her cleavage was somewhat exposed. Her hair was combed straight and she was wearing the jewelry that Drakken gifted her.
He took another sip of the wine, "Hm...."
"I have a question." She said, "I do wonder when the Ritual will happen. So I ask you-"
Drakken covered her mouth with his hand, cutting her off and causing her to look at him with surprise.
"I do wonder that myself." Drakken said seriously, "I wonder when I get to do that damned Ritual so I can finally have you."
He slowly lowered his hand and Viserra let out a slight gasp. He then ran his hand down to her chest as he grabbed her by the waist with his other hand.
"L-Lord Drakken...." She said, "We mustn't...I.....your Wives.....my sisters....."
Drakken leaned down, "I don't care." He said as he briefly kissed her lips, "Don't forget who you belong to."
A soft moan escaped her, "Y-You...." She said as Drakken pressed her against him, "But....I must remain a Maiden...."
Drakken kissed her neck as he gently groped her chest, "There are other ways to pleasure a woman without penetration." He said as I ran his hand down to her behind, "Just because you are a Maiden, it doesn't mean you don't deserve to be satisfied."
"Ah~" Viserra let out a soft moan, "My Lord.....I...."
Drakken kept kissing her neck as he groped her behind with both hands. She melted to his touch, simply leaning towards him as she blushed, an aroused look on her face.
"Let us enjoy ourselves, my Viserra." Drakken whispered to her ear,
"Wouldn't that be nice?"