Who: Dany and Rhaegar Targaryen
Where: Dragonstone Casa Targaryen
When: about six months after Complainte de la Butte
What: Time to fix the ground rules.
Warnings: discussions of incest and abortion


Dany walked down the hall to Rhaegar's office slowly, clutching the newspaper. Tabloids had picked up her partying before, but always as a random picture in a column with ten others like it of other people. Buried. This was the first time she'd been really featured, and worse, an actual reputable newspaper had picked it up. It was part of a larger piece about the culture of decadence in America, than kind of bullshit, but her name was in the headline and she was featured heavily. She figured chances were good Rhaegar had already seen it, but if he hadn't, she had a chance to control the circumstances when he found out. Ten minutes from now, he'd know one way or the other.

She paused outside the door, taking a deep breath and running a hand through her hair. This was the right thing to do. She had to set the boundary, make it clear that she was not his wife, and change where she was going with her life. And she had to get out of this house. If that rumor started circulating, they were really fucked.

She knocked lightly on the door, then pushed it open, taking a half-step inside. "Hey," she said softly. "You busy?"