Heirs To The Throne || HBO & BBC

• OF LAVENDER, SWEETS & SEDUCTION

MEANWHILE DAENERYS TARGARYEN was wrapped up in a shawl, sitting on a bench in the Maester's study while reading the history books of Aegon's Conquest by the late ArchMeaster Glydayn of Old Town.

Thankfully she had regained her strength, her heath and eating appetite back. She couldn't be more happier to be alive even though Alicent Hightower tried to poison her yesterday.

Daenerys still managed to avoid the negative energy. She couldn't wait for the right them to report Alicent's doings to her Uncle. That auburn haired is cunning as she is very dangerous and Morgana needs to be weary of her.

"Crazy fanatic." Daenerys hissed and rolls her eyes cursing Alicent Hightower.

She had just finished eating some of her food and was presently drinking some lemon tea, when doors of the Maester's chamber opened.

Immediately she stood up, spun around, assuming it was Merlin or Uncle Gaius but her thoughts were wrong, it wasn't any of her family members but no other person but Arthur Pendragon.

Behind him was a slim young boy in the palace uniforms, the same age as Merlin, although he had golden hair, pointed nose, partially slim with black orbs.

The squire was bearing a bouquet lavender flowers with another item in a smal brown leather sack.

"Arthur! Oh......my apologies ....Your highness." Daenerys clears her throat.

"Still alive, then?" Arthur quipped as he made his way towards her.

He was casually dressed, no armor or chainmail, just in a neatly rich white cloak with the sigil of House Pendragon.

The cloak suited his body, revealing the biceps, broad chest and shoulders underneath. He looked fit, clean, perfectly shaved. His blond white hair was neat, he smelt so masculine, musky and his ocean blue eyes were enticing and smouldering.

Daenerys closes the book, setting it aside as the squire approaches her.

"Mi'lord" the young boy curtly nods as he proceeds to drop the flowers and the litte sack on the mahogany table and nods, retreating back behind Arthur.

"You may go Martyn." Arthur commands.

"Sire." He bows as exit the room, shutting the door in a low thud.

"He's my cousin." Arthur began.

"I thought as much, only the Lannisters have richly gold hair." Daenerys countered.

"It's run in the family." Arthur replies, looking over her table.

Daenerys glanced at the flowers, picks them up and smelt them, inhaling the fresh scent.

"Lavender?" She breathlessly began.

"You don't like them?" Arthur questioned.

"Who wouldn't Your highness, I didn't know you could give thoughtful gifts." Daenerys beamed smelling the flowers over and over again.

Arthur became agast.

"I meant...they're beautiful....." Daenerys exhilarates with a faint smile.

"Of course. I picked them,.....because.. they.... er...match your eyes." Arthur said and immediately Daenerys looks at him alluringly.

Arthur held her gaze. Both purple and blue eyes stared at each other for a moment of silence.

Silence.

"I'm glad you're not dead." Arthur sternly said, breaking the silence while Daenerys drops the bouquet
and immediately opens the sack to see cookies, chocolate and biscuits with wrapped sweets and a medium-small honey cake.