The Forgotten Son

Chapter 4 Taking Flight

FINALLY! Its ready!

On another note, this WILL be bumped up to M in the future. After all, its Game of Thrones. You've been warned~!

Alight, I've kept you long enough. As ever, I own no quotes, references, quotes, themes or memes!

They're simply tributes to legends far greater than I; an old man who writes as a pastime.

Now, then...Shall We Continue?

"She's fond of you."

"Oh, hush."

"Have you considered her proposal?"

"That's what it is, isn't? Marriage. I've never been married, even before...

"Before?"

"A slip of the tongue, uncle. Don't mind me."

~Banter.

Taking Flight

Marriage.

The word bounded about Naruto's brain like a mad hare as he sprawled in the grass and stared up at the stars.

Did he dare?

The heavens held no answers for him. Not tonight. Instead that infernal word persisted, tearing his thoughts to bloody pieces.

Should he accept?

By the sage, did he even want to? He'd never been married before, not even in his first life. There had been a moment when he thought he might've found someone, that things worked out, but they never did. And so he found himself here, with no experience on a terribly risky venture with no idea of what lay in store. He knew he wasn't right in the head these days, not completely, but even so, he found himself at a loss.

If you were going to marry someone you should love them. Shouldn't you?

That was the absolute basic of the basics.

Did he love Daenerys?

He felt he could, given time, and the chance to know her. She'd suffered through an awful lot, but she hadn't let it break her. She was mad too, she just didn't realize it yet. Every Targaryen was, in their own way. Some were simply better about it than others. They were all fixated on their own dreams, their own goals. Hers was the Iron Throne. His was vengeance against House Lannister; the monsters who had stolen away his second life and any chance of peace he might've had beforehand. But afterward...? Well, there had to be an after. For both of them...

He idly conjured a rasenshuriken to his hand just to make sure he still could, held it there for a moment, then lobbed it into the ocean.

It arced gracefully into the waves, then vanished into the depths.

The short, sharp act of violence brought him little peace.

With a sigh, he craned his neck backward. "What do you think? Should I marry her?"

Ancalagon rumbled from where he lay beside him, low and deep in his throat, a bass note to rumble the cliffs.

"Right, you've not properly met her yet, have you?" An idea dawned and he grinned, pausing to scratch his head. "We'll fix that tomorrow...

(.0.0.0.)

Where had Aegon wandered off to now?!

The dawn had come and with it, the forgotten prince had vanished once more,