(Third Person POV)
[Harrenhal]
Viserra sat in front of Mya, who was holding a cup of tea, "What did you wish to speak to me about?" She said, "Lady Mya, I am sure you are a busy woman."
Mya took a sip of tea, a slight smile on her face, "I am sure you are aware of Our Lord's intention." She said, "We are to welcome you among the ranks of Drakken's Wives."
Viserra's cheeks flushed, "I....." she said softly, "I have given it some thought. I wish to re-"
"You cannot refuse." Mya cut her off, "You mustn't. Do you understand? You are wanted. You are yearned by Drakken. You cannot let this opportunity pass so easily."
Viserra looked down, "I..am the Dragon Maiden...." she said, "It is wrong of me. It is.....a sin..."
"It is a sin if our God says it is a sin." Mya said with a smile, "I know you want this too. But you allow your conscious to keep you from making the decision you desire to make. You want to marry him. You want to bear him a child. You wish to feel his warmth every chance to get. You wish to feel him inside you."
Viserra looked at her, "What makes you say that?"
"I feel the same way." Mya blushed slightly, "Our Lord is the God of War and Death. I have worshipped him the longest out of anyone else in this world. I want him to be what he truly is....but I also want him to care for me. I also wish.....to feel him inside me.....that is the woman part of me. But the truth is.....I want him to be happy.....as Daranne did. After learning the truth about him....that is all I have thought of. I want him to find happiness....."
"And marrying him...." Viserra started, "That is his way to happiness?"
"A step forwards, you can say." Mya said with a smile, "You will marry him. And you will give him a child. I know it."
Viserra slowly stood up, "I....I appreciate this.....these words of encouragement." She said, "But....I still don't know how I feel about this."
"Quit lying to yourself." Mya told her, "This is-"
There was a knock on the door, "Lady Mya." the voice of a Knight said, "We have a situation."
Mya narrowed her eyes, "What is it?"
"It is Lord Sylas." the knight responded
Mya stood up, "I have to check on this, Viserra." She said, "Please excuse me."
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Mya stared at the sight in front of her, "Sylas did this?" She asked a Knight, "When?"
In front of her and a Duskguard Knight, there were three men hoisted in the air, impaled by golden spears that sprouted from the ground. The men had their eyes widened in shock and fear as dried blood covered their faces.
"We found them this morning." the Knight said, "When I asked the Young Lord about them, he didn't deny it; he killed them."
Mya looked at the men, "They aren't Marked." She said, "What could this be.....? Sylas wouldn't kill without reason. But in a manner like this, it isn't like this either...."
"A message has to be sent." Mya turned to see Sylas walking up to her, a serious look on his face, "To those who think they are safe from our wrath."
"Sylas...." Mya said, "What did they do?"
Sylas pointed at the one in the middle, "That one was watching my sisters with lecherous eyes. Like another one I caught the other day." He said with a serious scowl, "The other two have tried laying their hands on other young girls in the village. I have taken initiative and executed them."
"By....impaling them...?" Mya said, "And where are the girls?"
"I have already told them to stay in the castle." Sylas said, "I've told all of our Knights to keep an eye on them and I reminded everyone what it means to do the same thing as they did."
"I see." Mya said with a sigh, "Very well, I suppose it is to be expected."
Sylas nodded, "I am glad you understand." He said, "I am going to do what Riktor cannot do since he is not here. I am going to protect my family. I am going to keep everyone safe, my way. No mistakes can happen. Anyone who lays a finger on my siblings will be impaled, that much I have decided."
Mya gave him a smile, "Good boy." She walked up to him and gave him a hug, "I love you."
Sylas frowned, "What's with you?"
She rubbed his hair, "Nothing." She said, "I encourage this....my beautiful boy, I am so proud of you."
"Hm." Sylas looked to the side, "Riktor would have done the same."
"Without a doubt." Mya kissed his cheek, "He loves all of his siblings and he would kill for them just as you are. My beautiful Sylas, words cannot express how happy I am."
Sylas pulled away, "Well...." He said as he crossed his arms, "I need to approach things more seriously. I cannot allow myself to get distracted. I have a reputation to uphold. One day, I will be married and I want my betrothed to know that I will protect our children in the future."
Mya frowned, "Oh....."
Sylas noticed this, "What is it?"
Mya remembered a single fact that nobody shared to the rest of Drakken's children; they are all infertile. And there was a high chance that Daenerys was also infertile, seeing that she was resurrected by Drakken.
"Nothing." Mya patted his cheek, "Sweet boy, you are a spitting image of your mother."
Sylas looked down, "Right....."
Mya pulled away and looked at the knight, "Clean this up." She said, "I don't want my daughters to see this."
The Knight nodded, "As you command."
"Let us go back, Sylas." Mya grabbed his hand, "I was just speaking to Viserra. There is a chance that she is to marry your Father."
"Oh." Sylas said, "Well, I guess that's fine."
"Father has a thing for Targaryen Princesses, like me."