Esta fic NÃO é minha - ainda irei fazer a minha! Mas eu AMEI esta aqui. É uma versão moderninha - Benjen manda sms pra Lyanna ... gostei . E o final é lindooooooooooooooo... façam a leitura e deixem comentários.
Home (Rhaegar Targaryen/Lyanna Stark)
THE (MORE THAN) THREE SENTENCE-FIC MEME
Ship: Rhaegar Targaryen/Lyanna Stark
AU Setting: Modern AU
Requested by: amnell So she took her love for to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold
The mobile phone rattled against the table, jarring her thoughts and capturing her attention. As she reached for it, she could already guess who the text message would be from, and sighed when she was right.
Come home, Anna. Dad’s worried as hell about you. Brandon’s pissed off, Robert’s gone batshit, and Ned and I have to hold everyone together. You’ve had your fun, now please, for the love of god, come home before everything goes to shit.
Lyanna Stark deleted the message, then tossed her phone back onto the table. Her brother Ben would not receive a reply.
The message left her cold all of a sudden, and Anna had to wrap the blanket tighter around herself to keep the chill away. My fun, she thought, frowning slightly. I’m not a kid anymore. I haven’t been for a very long time… they’ve all been far too busy to notice.
Far too busy with the family business - one that she wanted no part of. Her father Rickard Stark was one of The Seven. Along with the likes of Tywin Lannister and Aerys Targaryen, The Seven and their companies ruled the mainland and controlled all movement within it thanks to their captains - self-styled Sers sworn to do each family’s bidding.
Relationships between each company grew extremely fragile; it was no secret that some desired more power than others, and it was rumoured that one or two wished to eliminate all the rest and control the realm for themselves.
Anna scowled. Everything went to shit long before I did a single thing.
“You’re thinking too much, yet again,” came a voice from behind her. A second later, the bed dipped slightly, and Anna felt Rhaegar Targaryen’s arms slip around her waist as he pressed his lips to her bare shoulder.
She sighed as she leaned back against his chest.
Anna bit her lip, staring out the window. The penthouse suite of the Dornish high-rise they dwelled in offered stunning views of the Red Mountains… but her spirits were not lifted by the sight. “Brandon’s going to show up at the Capital any day now. I know it,” she replied.
“My father won’t take kindly to that,” Rhaegar replied.
“There’s going to be war. And I’ll have started it.”
He frowned. “That’s bullshit and you know it,” came his reply, and he shifted, moving around her so that they were face to face. “Lannister Tech has wanted the power and control my father and his father before him established before we were even born. This war’s been brewing for ages, love. We’ve just been caught in the midst of it.”
Anna looked unconvinced, and he sighed as he leaned in to kiss her lips.
“I love you, Anna. That’s more important than any of their politics or their fights or their power. Fuck all of that. Viserys can have my share of it, if he wants! All I want is you.”
Rhaegar had cupped her cheek and she leaned into his touch, turning her head to kiss his palm sadly. “And what about Elia?”
“Elia and I were pawns in a political marriage.”
“And your children?”
“They’ll want for nothing,” he replied. “Rhaenys and Aegon had trust funds and bank accounts set aside for them since before they were even born, Anna. And I’m going to be there for them, always, just as I am for you.”
The small smile she finally gave him was enough for Rhaegar to decide against telling her the whole truth.
She didn’t need to know of Robert Baratheon’s death threats, that he intended to take Anna back by any means possible, and that he waited for the day he could put a bullet through Rhaegar’s temple. He was certain Anna realised that Robert would send messages along in time - Rhaegar didn’t feel it necessary to confirm those suspicions.
“Do you want to go home?” Rhaegar suddenly asked, and Anna could sense a melancholic tone in his voice that she’d never heard before. “I won’t stop you, if you wish to return to your brothers.”
Home. Lyanna Stark could scarcely think of what home meant to her, now. The Winterfell compound of Stark Enterprises was cold and detached, all business and work. Even with Ben’s easy smile and Ned’s wisdom and guidance… she found little love for a place that would pass on to her brothers, but not to her. That wasn’t home. Next she thought of Storm’s End, headquarters of the Baratheon Corporation. All of that would be hers if she had gone through with her marriage to Robert.
She shuddered at the thought.
Part of her wanted to get away. With all the resources Rhaegar had at his disposal, she knew that he could summon a jet at a moment’s notice, and they could be whisked away to Essos, where they could dwell in peace. But she was a Stark and Rhaegar a Targaryen… and neither of them would ever run - that much, she was sure of. If there was going to be fighting, Rhaegar would take part and defend the Targaryen name, and if not for her present state, Anna would do the same.
It was oddly funny to see his guitar in the corner of the room. Rhaegar enjoyed spending afternoons composing music and reading books, and Anna could spend those hours with him, listening to him play, discussing novels and stories, or laying in bed, in his arms, blissfully doing nothing.
And then she remembered how the vanity beside the guitar held a pistol, and far-left cabinet in the library held several rifles. Even her nightstand had a compartment containing a Beretta 92 that Rhaegar himself taught her how to use, if she had to. As much time as he spent with his music and his reading, Rhaegar was just as well-versed in arms, in defense, in fighting. The juxtaposition never ceased to amaze her.
For the last several months, Anna was living in a dream. Slowly but surely, as the game of thrones played out amongst men, her dream was beginning to crumble. Soon, it would come to an end.
In spite of it all, she looked up at Rhaegar’s face, and she couldn’t help but smile as he looked upon her adoringly. The blanket around her fell away, then, leaving her bare to him, and she bit her lip as Rhaegar’s strong yet gentle hands glided over the growing swell of her stomach.
“He grows stronger, love, doesn’t he?” Rhaegar murmured, clearly in awe. “Dragon and wolf both. He’ll be invincible.”
Anna touched her forehead to his. She would wake up from this dream eventually, but not yet. Not today. “He and I are home, Rhaegar. Here with you.”