Harry reeled off everything that he would need, when, who would be needed and when it would need to be delivered or arrive at the castle as he swept across the courtyard of the Red Keep. He had a small hoard of people surrounding him with lists and paper, each of them hanging off his every word, and each shouting questions at him, needing clarification on various points. He scanned his brain, he was sure that he had forgotten something, but could he be buggered if he could remember what.

"My Lord, the pastries," Jorah said softly, looking nervous at speaking up.

"That's it!" Harry smiled. "We need the pastries to be delivered from the stall in Old Town, Queen Rhaella prefers them from there, you know which ones she likes?" Harry asked.

"Yes, my Lord,"

Harry nodded and then carried on walking answering the questions that were being demanded from him. Jorah stuck to his side, and stepped in when the questions were coming too thick and fast, or helping Ser Iain when those surrounding him tried to press a little too close.

They were all busy, and the Castle was alive with energy and excitement, so much so that it was almost palpable. They were all busy, he, Rhaegar, Tyrion and Rhaella were run off their feet, and it was now that Harry had met Varys, a terrifying man that made you feel as though he knew all of your secrets, and going by what Tyrion had told him, there was a good chance that he did. But at the same time, he seemed to be a good man at heart, and loyal to the person who was in the highest position. Harry would be keeping an eye on him though.

Right now however it was all hands to the deck. And he was terrified that he was going to cock this up somehow. It was the first time that he was really, and truly taking on responsibilities of a Consort in the public eye. He was fairly sure he was going to sleep for a week after all of this, and the thought that he and Rhaegar would have to do this on a yearly basis was truly terrifying. However, the coronation of Rhaegar was something to be celebrated, and they would do it properly.

Rhaegar was another reason that he felt so on edge and unsure. Something had changed between the two of them since that night on the balcony. He had thought nothing of it at the time, simply enjoying the contact between the two of them and Rhaegar gently pulling him back to bed. But the blonde man had been looking at him differently recently. And Harry wasn't sure, but he was fairly certain that, well mostly certain...maybe quite certain that Rhaegar was going to propose to him, and soon. And his heart fluttered at the thought, every damned time.

"My Lord!" Jorah and Ser Iain stepped in front of him as the young man raced up to them. He was red in the face and panting.

"What is the matter?" Harry smiled as the young man looked nervously at the two men.

"My Lord, it is Lord Aerys, he is...he won't calm down, and the King is in a meeting and Queen Rhaella is in Winterfell!" The boy panted.

"Oh right, come on then," Harry nodded nervously. His heart beat a little quicker. He had been back to see Aerys a few times, the last four by himself. However, he had always been having fairly good days. He had never really seen him on a bad day. But he would try and help if he could.

"Harry!" Rhaegar burst into the room before slowing down at the sight that greeted him. The room was destroyed. However, there were small pieces of glass and ornaments floating high above them where they could not hurt them.

Harry was seated on the floor in the middle of the room with Aerys' head in his lap. His father was fast asleep, though Rhaegar could see the tear stains on his face, and the scratches to any revealed skin, his breathing coming out in some pants from exhaustion. Harry was not looking much better; his robes were ripped and he had scratches covering him as well. He looked tired and a little overwhelmed. But he was being gentle with Aerys as he ran his fingers through grey hair, and he held up his hand to pause Rhaegar before dropping it back onto stroking Aerys' back and singing the Westeros lullaby he had heard Rhaella singing to Daenerys and Viserys.

Slowly he walked into the room and took a seat on the floor next to Harry and his father, looking at the tender way Harry was treating him. He had been worried when he came out of his meeting and was immediately informed by his Guard that his father had been having an episode, and Harry had gone to deal with it. Knowing about his father's true madness and seeing it were two very different things, and Rhaegar and Rhaella had tried to keep Harry away from it, not wanting to scare him away.

As every Harry had more than surprised him. It seemed that he had coped quite well with the lashings of magic that Aerys let out when he was distressed, normally the room would be much worse than this, and whoever was with him, looked a lot more beaten up.

"He thought he was being attacked, he thought someone was about to kill him," Harry said softly as he stepped singing.

"It's a common one," Rhaegar pressed his fingers to his eyes tiredly. "The worst one is when he thinks he is made of glass,"

"He's fine, he calmed down quickly enough," Harry assured him. "We managed to get his potions into him before he did any real damage,"

"Thank you, Harry," Rhaegar lowered his hands and met Harry warm, understanding green eyes.

"You don't have to thank me, should we marry he will be my family as well. Besides he was very sweet when he was coming down, he was telling me stories about you," Harry smiled brushing Aerys' hair from his face.

"Me?" Rhaegar blinked. "What stories?"

"He thought you were around 12, he was telling me about how your lessons were going, and that you had turned into a teenager early, you were stroppy and constantly huffing and throwing yourself into seats," Harry told him.

"I remember that. I thought I was so hard done by with everything, and thought that it would solve the problem by throwing myself around. Actually, I was mainly sulking because..."

"Because?" Harry pushed when Rhaegar actually blushed a little.

"I had decided that I was in love with Ser Arthur after watching him in training and decided I wanted to marry him. He had just joined the Kings guard, and I was enthralled. My mother and father told me that I couldn't marry Arthur because he had taken the vows, but also that I would marry for alliance and someone that would improve the Targaryen dynasty. I thought it was wildly unfair and that I would never get to be in love," Rhaegar admitted.

"What did you do?" Harry asked amused.

"I followed a very uncomfortable Ser Arthur around for months like a puppy, convinced that one day he would realise we were meant to be together and run away with me," Rhaegar grimaced.

"It's a shame that you will never find love," Harry smirked.

"Yes yes, mother has already taken great delight in reminding me about the whole thing, and the many tantrums I had about how unfair it was that I would never find love," Rhaegar rolled his eyes.

"I do you know," Harry stopped teasing and looked at Rhaegar with all the feelings he had for the amazing man written across his face.

"I love you too," Rhaegar smiled. "You have no idea how much,"

"Come on, let's get your father settled somewhere more comfortable and get the healing paste on his cut, the potion will be full kicked in by now,"

Between the two of them they get Aerys settled onto his bed, and carefully the two of them made sure that healing paste was applied to all his wounds. Harry watched with a small smiled as Rhaegar tucked his father underneath his covers, tucking the blanket around him tenderly, leaning down to place a kiss on his forehead before turning and offering his hand to Harry.

He apparated them both into their living room after a nod to the Kings Guard. He pulled Harry over to the fireplace and sat his bemused intended down on the rug, before kneeling in front of him, and opening the tub of healing paste. Harry sat patiently as Rhaegar lovingly and with great care applied to paste to the cuts and bruises littered over his face and arms, now making themselves known now that he had stopped.

Rhaegar made sure that he got everyone, and his touch was feather light as he applied to paste. He was concentrating so hard on the job to hand that he startled when Harry took his hands and with a whisper cleared the paste from them, before pressing kisses to his fingertips, and then to the centre of each palm.

"Your voice is beautiful," Rhaegar hummed.

"Sorry?" Harry smiled bemused.

"You were singing to my father...your voice it's beautiful," Rhaegar sighed.

"I like the songs that I have heard your mother singing," Harry explained.

"What about songs from your home?" Rhaegar asked.

"The ones that I heard my Aunty singing to my Cousin weren't anything like your mother's...Andromeda sang a few though," Harry said thoughtfully.

"Would you...would you sing me one?" Harry looked up, and he realised that Rhaegar was a little shaken, the worry of having found out that Harry had gone to look after his father while he was having a bad day clearly having taken its toll.

"Of course," Harry paused thoughtful as he tried to think of one, before he nodded.

"The stars are shining cheerily, cheerily
Horo, Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me.
The sea mew's moaning drearily, drearily
Horo, Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me.
Cold is the storm wind that ruffles the breast
But warm are the downy plumes lining its nest
Cold blows the storm there
Soft falls the snow there
Horo, Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me.

The waves are dancing merrily, merrily
Horo, Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me.
The seabirds are wailing wearily, wearily
Horo, Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me.
Hushed be thy moaning, lone bird of the sea
Thy home on the rocks is a shelter to thee
Thy home is the angry wave
Mine but the lonely grave
Horo, Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me,"

"Beautiful," Rhaegar sighed. Harry reached up and brushed his hand over Rhaegar's forehead, brushing away the strands of blonde hair there. Brushing his fingers around those amazing purple eyes. Rhaegar blinked slowly, taking in everything of Harry, sitting there, perfect and beautiful in front of him, his eyes glowing in the firelight. "You get more beautiful every day,"

"I don't know about that," Harry laughed embarrassed.

"I do, by the Seven I love you," Rhaegar leant forwards to press their lips together, holding Harry to him closely. It wasn't the most passionate of kisses, instead it was more comfort and sweetness as they lost themselves in each other.

"Ok, so we have the flowers ordered and ready to come, we had to replace the red tulips with dyed chrysanthemums. We have the cakes, the pastries, the strawberry tarts, the éclairs, the pies, the meats, potatoes, pastas, rice, salads, vegetables, the lighter foods, the fruits, the breads. The decorations are all set to go, and they will be coming in to set them up under Rhaella's watch," Harry reeled off.

"That is everything...except, half the pastries My Lord..." Jorah said hesitantly. Harry paused in his pacing and turned around to look at the man questioningly. Jorah was finding his feet here, he was not sure of his place, and he was being treated with disdain in the castle. Disdain that he deserved, but still it was difficult for him. He also clearly did not want to upset the one person that stood between him staying and still being shipped off to who knows where.

"Go on," Harry urged.

"Half the pastries are coming from a small baker in the city, in the less...accepted part of the city," Jorah tried to suggest.

"Yes, they are," Harry turned fully with a smile and watched as Jorah clearly tried to come up with a response.

"My Lord, it is not normally done, and sending the leftover food to the servants, and the homeless? It will cause a stir," Jorah said slowly.

"Good, things need shaking up a little, and that includes the royal family," Harry chuckled as Jorah and Ser Arthur both spluttered. "What? It's true, the country is a wealthy one, but it is still unbalanced, things like this those that can't afford to attend the street parties, and those that will have to work through it should be made to know that they are a part of it, and that they are appreciated,"

"Tywin Lannister is going to blow his fuse over this," Arthur said lowly.

"Really? Oh wonderful, with that will definitely be a plus," Harry smirked.

"I am upping your guard," Arthur rolled his eyes. "At least we have him as well," He nodded to Jorah.

"You trust me already?" Jorah blinked.

"With anything but Lord Harry's life, no, not as far as I could throw Drogon. However, with his life, yes, I believe whole heartedly that you would do anything for him," Arthur said bluntly.

"Thank you," Jorah bowed his head.

"Lord Harry!" Olenna Tyrell called as she swept towards him.

"My Lady, you look stunning, and I heard you have been cutting quite a swathe with your tongue," Harry smiled as she reached him. Chuckling softly to herself she nodded and performed a curtsey. Indeed, word had reached him that she was on fine form.

"May I take a walk with you?" She asked.

"Of course," Harry offered his arm. With a small nod, she slipped her arm through his, and they started walking through the gardens. "So, My Lady, what can I do for you?"

"I like you," She stated.

"Thank you, I am rather fond of the uproar that you cause, why ensuring that no one can be offended," Harry smiled.

"Flattery will get you everywhere!" She chortled. "You are a breath of fresh air here, King Rhaegar, of course, was that in himself, he was quite different, however you are more so. What happened with Mormont was quite inspired, and quite refreshing. That dreadful girl would have been living up the life, looking to destroy someone else's life,"

"You are not fond of your niece?" Harry enquired softly.

"She is a rude, cruel, spoilt, greedy girl. I am no angel, and I will always seek to get what I can for myself and my family. However, she is in a whole other realm," Olenna grimaced with distaste.

"Don't we all seek what is best for our family?" Harry shrugged slightly as they meandered through the partying crowd.

"And what would you do for your family and loved ones Lord Harry?" Olenna asked nonchalantly. There was nothing innocent about her words, and she looked at him piercingly.

"I would burn everything to the ground," He said seriously, dangerously, firmly. It felt right to use the analogy of fire as purple eyed Rhaegar, Rhaella, Daenerys, Viserys, even Aerys, Charlie and all those here in Westeros he cared for popped into his mind.

"I think you are I should be good friends," Olenna smirked.

"I think so too," Harry knew that having this woman on his side would be a massive step in the right direction.

He smiled and nodded at several people as he, Jorah, Arthur and Iain walked around the party. Daenerys was balanced on his hip and looking around wide eyed at everything that was going on. He had taken the little princess and wandered off as Rhaella and Rhaegar were surrounded by Lords and Ladies determined to talk business.

They were looking at the various entertainment that Rhaella had organised for the party. He was really enjoying himself, and getting to see more of the Westeros culture was fascinating. There were bright colours everywhere laughter and music, fascinating noises and bright flashes of magic. Dragons were everywhere as well. Something that Daenerys was enjoying as her wide purple eyes looked around.

"You!" Cersei hissed making both Harry and Daenerys sigh.

"What can we do for you Lady Lannister?" Harry asked tiredly.

"You! You! You!"

"Him?" Daenerys piped up. Cersei's eyes narrowed, but she at least seemed aware of herself and the crown around them not to attack the princess again.

"You have done something to him, I know you have!" She hissed. "Rhaegar was mine's! And you have taken him from me, but mark my words I will get him back!"

"Madame I would like to remind you of the fact that you are speaking to the King's intended, and for all intent and purpose the Royal Consort. Threatening him is not a good idea!" Brandon Stark huffed as he stepped out from the crowd around them and glared at the Lady.

"Also the fact that you would refer to your King so familiarly is exceedingly rude and discourteous. You need to mind yourself, word is you have already been punished for your manners, and not knowing your place," Eddard Stark stepped up next to his brother.

"My father..."

"Is no longer the Hand of the King, he is just another Lord and does not have the power of control that he once had. Tyrion is the Hand of the King, and from what he has said I do not think he will be likely to wish to back you up, my Lady," Harry said smoothly, watching as the vein in Cersei's head popped a little.

"Your actions and manner are being noted my Lady, I would be careful," Brandon nodded to the crowd around them. It was of course filled with Lords, Ladies, heirs and family members, all of whom were not so discretely listening into the conversation.

Cersei flushed and with one last hateful glare disappeared in the crowd.

"Thank you for your help," Harry bowed his head to the Stark boys slightly.

"I think you were dealing quite well on your own, I have just always really wanted to tell her a good home truth," Brandon Stark was a tall, broad man, a man built for fighting and intimidating, however his bright grey eyes and big smile reminded Harry a little of Sirius, especially with his black curly hair.

"Not a fan?" Harry asked as he started walking again, indicating for the Stark's to follow him.

"Of the Lannister's? No. Tyrion is a good man, and Jamie has the potential, but the rest..." Brandon left it unsaid. "How are you settling in Jorah?" He turned to the man who had been trying to keep his head down.

"Fine, thank you. Lord Harry has been very kind to me. My Lord...I wanted to say...apologise for not..."

"Your fate has been decided there is nothing else to say," Brandon shook his head, though there was a little tightness there to his jaw.

"No! I wanted you to know, I do feel regret for what I did. I hate myself. I am trying to find them!" Jorah said firmly.

"Sorry?" Brandon, Harry, Eddard and Arthur and Iain all looked at him shocked.

"I am trying to find the people, no matter how long it takes I will make sure they come home. I will also never take my lands again. I will stay in guard until my last breath. I will atone for the harm I have done, though it will never be enough. My father is teaching Maege to be his heir," Jorah said quickly.

"Maege, she will be a fierce Bear," Brandon smiled.

"She and Lady Tyrell will be scary in the Council halls," Jorah snorted.

"You made some horrific choices, but you are doing your best to try and atone, no one can ask for anything more," Brandon clapped the man on the back, nearly sending him pitching forwards.

"So how are you finding Westeros?" Eddard asked as they started walking.

"This country is very beautiful, and the people, mostly, are very friendly," Harry laughed.

"You have been causing quite a stir here, especially on the Council. You have been a real breath of fresh air," Brandon smiled.

"I haven't been making that much of a difference," Harry argued shaking his head.

"The King has been different since you have been here," Eddard said boldly making Harry blush darkly while Brandon elbowed his brother slightly.

"Everything ok?" Rhaegar asked sliding up next to him. His own Kings Guard were watching him warily as he eyed the Stark boys, clearly remembering what happened from his last bout of jealousy.

"Eddard was just saying how different you have been since I got here," Harry smiled leaning against Rhaegar's side.

"Love I suppose makes you very different. And you have made me a better man," Rhaegar smiled wrapping his arm around Harry's waist.

"It is good to see you happy my King," Brandon smiled. Rhaegar chuckled as Harry buried his face into his shoulder with a deep blush at both comments.

"Thank you. How is your father?" Rhaegar asked.

"He is doing well thank you. He apologises that he cannot be here. My mother is not feeling very well," Brandon dropped his head.

"I'm sorry to hear that, if there is anything that we can do hear, please just let us know. There are a lot of very good healers in the city," Harry touched his shoulder. He had a horrible feeling from the look in the Stark boys' eyes that it was no good.

"Thank you," Brandon blinked. "I will talk to my father as soon as possible," He nodded quickly. "Will you excuse us?"

"Of course, we will see you soon Heir Stark, Eddard," Rhaegar smiled.

"Lord Harry, Lady Daenerys," The two Starks bowed before they hurried away, no doubt to call their father.

"What?" Harry blinked as Ser Barristan took Daenerys from him and took her to see the toy stand she had been eyeing, Harry however was distracted by Rhaegar, and the intent purple eyes focussed completely on him.

"You're amazing," Rhaegar brushed Harry's fringe from his eyes and stroked his thumb over his cheek.

"What?" Harry frowned.

"And that is why you are even more amazing. That move was exceedingly political, and yet you did it because it was the right thing. And that is why I love you," Rhaegar pulled him forwards and kissed him passionately, hungrily and powerfully. Harry felt the whole world around them wash away. The people around them, the party, the stalls, their guard, everything fell away, and there was only him, Rhaegar, and Rhaegar's warm and powerful arms surrounding him.

"I love you too," Harry breathed against his lips before standing on his toes to kiss him again.

"Lord Harry,"

Prince Martell," Harry nodded and smiled at the man.

"Trystane please," The Martell Prince bowed to him. His accent was smooth and husky, his eyes burned with the passion that he heard the Dorne people lived and breathed by.

"Trystane, it is lovely to meet you,"

"May I congratulate you on your first great celebration, you have done a wonderful job. The King's coronation celebration is not an easy one to kick off with,"

"It was a little intimidating," Harry laughed. "I am glad that it has gone well though, everyone deserved a good day," Harry looked around at the people enjoying their day.

"I heard a rumour,"

"Oh, and what would that be?" Harry looked at the man.

"That you hired bakers and chefs from the common people, and that the food that is not eaten will be going to the poor," Trystane smirked.

"Yes, I did," Harry raised his eyebrow questioningly.

"That is a bold move, it has caused a little muttering,"

"Any decision that we make is going to be muttered about, no matter what we do. That is what comes with having power, influence and authority," Harry answered smoothly.

"Very true very true. What they are saying about you, how interesting you are, it seems they for once have it right. My family and the Targaryen's have had a long alliance and friendship. It has been a while however since we have joined our families. I have three children already, and I am interested in having more. Perhaps when it comes time for yourself and the King, our royal lines could join once more,"

"You are putting your eggs in one basket My Prince," Harry answered.

"It seems a very sure basket. I have seen the way the King looks at you," Trystane shrugged.

"I am sure closer to the time we can discuss this," Harry smiled.

"That is good enough for me," Trystane took his hand and kissed it. "A pleasure to meet you, and I look forward to our future,"

Harry shook his head as The Prince swaggered away into the crowd, looking to Jorah, Iain and Arthur who looked as though they weren't sure whether to be impressed or horrified by what they had just heard.

"I would like to see the food stalls with my bakers, can you take me there please?" Harry asked.

"Of course, they are this way my Lord," Arthur motioned into the crowd.

"Arty?!" Harry turned along with the others to see a young woman hurrying over.

"Allyria?" Arthur blinked.

"I hoped we would run into you brother," The beautiful young woman beamed.

"Allyria I am working!" Arthur hissed.

"I am sure that we can wait a few moments while you talk with your sister. Look I shall stand right here with Ser Iain and Jorah," Harry teased.

"My Lord, I am so sorry!" Allyria flushed darkly looking mortified that she hadn't realised he was there.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Arthur speaks very fondly of you, I have heard a lot about you," Harry smiled at her.

"Really, oh it really is lovely to meet you, Arty has spoken about you a lot in his letters,"

"Allyria!" Arthur groaned.

"Arty go on," Iain smirked.

"You aren't going to let him live that down, are you?" Harry smirked as the siblings stepped away a little, but enough that Harry was till within easy reach of Harry, and started chatting.

"Nope, not for a long time," Iain snickered.

"I do not like that man," Harry sighed as he stepped over to Rhaegar. Rhaella wrapped her arm around him from the other side and kissed his cheek.

"Who?" She asked curiously, glancing around the crowd as they headed up to the dais where they were to finish the night. Harry wanted to let out a deep sigh of relief as they climbed the steps. Once they hit the dais everything in his hands was done and had gone smoothly.

"Bolton, he's a slimy bugger," Harry grimaced.

"Wow you must have found him bad, I don't think I have heard you say anything bad about anyone but Cersei," Rhaegar teased him. "Seriously though, I can't stand that man either don't worry, we will keep a close eye on him,"

"Good, I really do not like him," Harry huffed.

"Ok, so we have the speech, then the fireworks, and then we are done!" Rhaella sighed.

"It has been a long day," Harry yawned.

"You shmoosed very well," Rhaella smiled slightly at him, her imposing mask firmly in place while they were in public.

"I have shmoosed myself out," Harry huffed as they came to a stop at their points on the Dais and Rhaegar stepped away to take his place.

"You do get used to it, don't worry. And you have done very well, they have all been talking about you," Rhaella assured him.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" He smiled.

"Definitely a good thing," She nodded.

Whatever else they were going to say was lost as twin roars echoed through the area. Harry automatically looked up, feeling a pull in his chest that he was coming to associate with Viserion, sure enough looking up Drogon and Viserion flew overheard, circling a few times before they landed. Turning at the smaller roars, Harry smiled at Charlie as his redheaded friend cautiously carried out the three newly hatched baby dragons.

The crowd oooed and ahhhed at the sight of the babies, though the silencing spells around them made sure that they were not scared by it. The other handlers were surrounding him to make sure that everything went well, and to help if the babies got out of control. The sight of the babies had everyone in a stir. They had all been eagerly awaiting the hatching of the eggs when they had shown signs, those that supported Rhaegar took it as a positive sign, the nay sayers were hoping that they would not hatch and prove he was not blessed. The sight of the babies sealed that argument.

Harry smiled proudly as Rhaegar bowed his head to the crowd as they cheered and chanted his name. At least until he held up his hands.

"I would like to thank you all for attending today, this day is to celebrate the day that I was blessed with the honour of becoming your King. And on that day, I made a promise that I would be the King that you deserved. I thank you for the years that you have given me, and I look forward to the years that we have to come. Together. This country is a beautiful one, a peaceful one, and a country that I am proud to call my home. And I am proud to call you my people. My love for this country can now, perhaps only be challenged by the love I feel for my intended, Harry Potter,"

Harry flushed darkly as Rhaegar turned to him and held out his hands, he walked forwards and slipped his hands into the larger ones of his love. He did not know that Rhaegar was going to take this turn to his speech, he had kept it close to his chest. And he could feel his heart swelling at the words, and the look in purple eyes as they gazed at him. He had never dreamt that someone would look at him like that.

"Harry has blessed me with his love, and he has helped me become a stronger and better man with him at my side, and I believe that he is a ruler that you deserve. With my family around me I look forward to many more years in front of us all. And many more celebrations like this. So, enjoy,"

The cheer was deafening, and in the middle of waving and smiling at everyone with all the Targaryen's Drogon and Viserion let out deafening roars of their own. Charlie led the dragon handlers away from the party and back to their nest to make sure they were ok, just as the fireworks exploded overhead.

Harry balanced Daenerys on his hip as she snuggled into his side, a little afraid of all the loud bangs and noise, but interested in the bright and pretty flashes as well. Viserys was on Rhaegar's hip, pretending that he wasn't affected by the noise, but the tight grip he had on his shirt said otherwise. Harry reached down and threaded his and Rhaegar's fingers together and leant against his shoulder. The two of them looked up at the fireworks together, smiling at the amazing show Rhaella had put together.

"Rhaegar?" Harry asked confused. However, he couldn't say anything else as Rhaegar swept down to kiss him, pulling Harry against his body.

"Come with me?" Rhaegar pulled him towards the balcony.

"Can't this wait? I'm shattered, I just want to cuddle in bed with you," Harry yawned.

"Just five minutes," Rhaegar's smile and eyes were enticing, and as every Harry was powerless against him.

"Fine," Harry laughed and allowed himself to be towed out onto the balcony.

"Right here," Rhaegar shuffled Harry slightly into a spot and then faced him.

"What's right here?" Harry blinked down at his bare feet confused.

"Right here is where you were standing when I knew, really and completely, 100% in my heart knew, that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. You were standing here, looking at Viserion, and you looked... you looked like something out of a fairy tale, or the tales of old standing there. And I fell completely and utterly in love with you Harry Potter. What I have been saying today is true, you make me a better and stronger man, and better King, your strength for me when I need it is unending, and your kindness unfaltering. You are what my people need as a King Consort, but more than that... you are what I need as a man,"

Harry watched with tears in his eyes as Rhaegar waved his hand and the soft notes of music started playing, before a beautiful female voice started to sing, Rhaella's he recognised, recorded and ready to play from the small orb that floated down beside them.

'I suppose that I look different without the robes and crown
I come this day before you with no riches, no renown
For here I am no leader, I am just a humble man
And I only ask you take me, you take me as I am

I'm not looking for perfection, I'm not offering a saint
I'm not looking for a pretty bird to put in some restraint
The only thing I want is that you love me if you can
And I only ask you take me, you take me as I am'

"Where it anyone else, I would offer riches, and luxury, a throne and a crown, I would offer t lay my country at their feet, but you are not that person," Rhaegar smiled softly.

'I offer you a look inside, I offer you that trust
I need your strength to help me fight the battles that I must
I need you to remind me of the light we bear within
That there's more to life than struggle and the things we seek to win'

"That person is not who I fell in love with. I told you I dreaded a political marriage, and it was because I was terrified that I would never get to have love in my life. And then this beautiful, green eyed minx stepped into a restaurant...and I had hope. Harry, I am not standing before you as King Rhaegar, of House Targaryen, First of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm. I am standing before you simply as a man, Rhaegar, who is deeply in love with you. I am not offering jewels and finery. Instead I offer you my heart and soul and place it into your keeping, I offer you me. And I ask you Harry James Potter..."

Harry gasped and covered his mouth with his hands as Rhaegar dropped onto one knee and pulled a ring from his pocket. A beautiful ring in black metal with a ruby in the centre, Targaryen colours, however around the stone a tiny dragon lay curled protecting it, a dragon Harry knew without doubt was Viserion.

'Don't take me out of duty, don't take me out of pride
Just take me if the man you see is one you'd stand beside
I'm offering an open heart, I'm asking for your hand
And I only ask you take me, you take me as I am

You take me as I am'

"...Will you marry me?" Rhaegar asked.

"Yes! Yes! A hundred time yes!" Harry laughed happily, as tears of joy spilled down his cheeks. Rhaegar grunted and laughed deliriously when Harry threw himself at him, scattering kisses all over his face. Capturing his squirming fiancé, fiancé! Around the waist he pulled him close and caught his lips in a searing kiss, pressing everything he had into it.

Harry blinked licking his lips when they parted, before with a laugh he looked down at his hand, and realised that Rhaegar had managed to slip the ring on while he had been distracting him with his drugging kisses. It looked perfect on his hand, and while the sensation of wearing a ring was an unusual one, the weight somehow felt right. Perfect.

"I love you," He pressed his forehead to Rhaegar's, he could not think of words to express how much, he could not voice what the man in his arms meant to him, so he put it all into those words, and he saw from the shine in those purple eyes that his love understood.

"That song was beautiful," Harry sighed as they lay cuddled together in their bed.

" I wrote it for you," Rhaegar confessed, going unusually shy under Harry's wide eyes. "Mother helped me, and sang it for me..."

"I recognised her voice," Harry nodded, trying to reassure his fiancé.

"She helped, but it has been...well coming to me for a while, and it seemed right to have it ready for you for this moment," Rhaegar tried to explain.

"It was perfect, and beautiful, and amazing. Thank you," Harry leant up to seal their lips together, stroking his fingers gently along Rhaegar's face.

Laying there looking at each other, they knew that they would be ok. There would be bumps in the road, and there were still challenges that they knew they had yet to face. There would always be those that would seek to steal power and destroy reigns. But they loved fiercely, and they knew that not only was that their blessing, hut it was their strength as well. And standing together side by side they would be unfaltering.

Harry lay down, shuffling so that he could rest his head on Rhaegar's muscled chest, his ear listening to the rhythmic, strong beat of his love's heart, the heart that belonged to him, and him alone. He had not thought that he would have this himself, he had not imagined the overwhelming feelings of love, the consuming and burning passion that you could have for someone else. The feeling of being bereft when they were not at your side, and complete and whole when they were. Rhaegar was not a perfect man, but it was not perfect that he wanted. Rhaegar was the man that he loved, and he was the man that Harry knew he would lay his life down for. He was the man that made Harry burn with passion, and float with love.

Here in his arms, he knew that he was safest, and that his own heart and soul that he had months ago placed into Rhaegar's care would be well looked after.

And they had their whole lives together, to live and to love, to rule and to care. Together.