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~~~(POV: Raenon Targaryen)~~~
~~~(Location: The Narrow Sea, Dragonstone, Westeros)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 17 Years)~~~
~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~
Night has fallen on Dragonstone.
Our mighty armies are finishing their preparations for war. Oberyn has been gone for a few days now. He'll be waiting in Dorne and working on rebuilding there until he receives word from me that he should move North.
The hand gliding up and down my body takes my mind off the upcoming war. It's a hand I've felt many times and one I always love to feel. My own hand finds its way into her hair.
My fingers gently massage her scalp as the warmth of the bed keeps up bound. Unwanting to move or disturb the peace we've found. Her hums of approval at my touch send a pleasant feeling through me.
"My dear brother... Now that we're alone, I must confess something..."
The soft words leave Dany with a slight shake to them. Telling me she's about to speak to me about something important to her. My hand glides down her back and rests above her shapely butt.
Margaery is asleep next to us. Today was a long one for all of us, especially Margaery. She refuses to relax when Dany and I are working.
"What is it, my Dragoness..."
The whisper leaves my lips with a sense of security. She holds me tighter a second later. I feel her incredible body glide across mine as she takes a position on top of me. Looking into my eyes from above.
My sister's hands rest on the sides of my head. Our noses are almost touching. The identical purple pupils that we share stare into one another. There is distress in my sister as I look.
The moonlight bounces off the ocean and lights our room enough to see each other.
"I'm afraid..."
It's been a long time since I saw my sister this vulnerable. It reminds me of the time we sat together after I saved her from Viserys and Drogo. She was a frightened little girl then. Both of us were children.
Now we have three children together. Rulers of Freedom Bay. It's incredible to see how far we've come from that night.
"I'll always protect you, Dany... Our kids. Our family. Our people. Our friends. Nothing will happen to them. Whether it's in my power or not. I'll stop at nothing to make sure you're safe."
Her thumbs softly and slowly trace and circle my cheekbones. After a few seconds, one of her thumbs runs across my bottom lip. Lightly opening my mouth in the process. The look in her eyes tells a lot.
Adoration. Lust. Vulnerability. Desire.
Pure Love.
My hand moves up her back and rests on the back of her neck. The white-gold hair of my sister surrounds me on both sides. Cascading like a waterfall. My hand pulls her head closer to mine, and she sinks into the movement.
The moment our lips connect, she crashes her body against mine. The sensation is lightning. The bare body of my sister against mine begins a fire inside my soul.
"Please..."
As we pull apart from our kiss, a pleading word escapes from her. Deep down, I know what she's asking. I want the same thing, and one night of that specific pleasure should be fine. All we can do is hope it doesn't result in the same as the others.
Our lips connect again, and my hands are soon filled with her perky and plump butt. The three pregnancies have made her body slightly bigger in the best places.
She retained her petite figure, but my favorite parts of her have grown in size over the years.
"You'll have to be quiet... Margaery is asleep..."
My warning to my sister is almost ignored as we part breath again.
"I don't care... I need you, Rae..."
That's enough for me.
In a show of dexterity and agility, I shift our positions without making the bed move much. Now that she's pressed below me, I can see the desperation forming in her eyes. Joining the feelings I saw only a moment ago.
I move my hips back and forth. The wet liquids that come from my sister make it easier to move. My long and thick dragon glides and grinds against her womanhood.
Refusing her silent pleas of penetration.
The intense teasing is too much for her to bare. Her beautiful features are flushed red, and she's biting her bottom lip hard. Almost drawing blood. Trying her hardest to stay quiet.
She does care about waking up Margaery.
The small hands that I'm so used to feeling press on my chest, and I feel her legs wrap around me. Trying to push me inside her every time I pull back. She wants me inside her, but the movement isn't something she can match easily.
"I can't take it anymore... Fuck me... Please... I need you, brother..."
Gods.
I honestly can't take it when she talks to me like that.
My hand wraps around the base of my dragon as I stop my teasing. The tip presses against her entrance. Dany's head plops down on the pillows as she bucks her hips slightly. I haven't entered yet. Only prolonging her torture for now.
The curling of her toes and rolling of her ankles remind me of our most passionate nights. When she's at her apex. Those are the most dangerous nights, from what I remember.
"As my Dragoness wishes..."
The tip of my dragon that was barely inside her slides deeper. The motion is made easy by the sheer amount of liquid she's giving in response.
"Fuaaaa..."
She tries so hard to stay quiet during the moment of penetration. But the smallest of vocal announcements is made. It's a good sign that we're both enjoying this a lot.
~~~(POV: Daenerys Targaryen)~~~
~~~(Location: The Narrow Sea, Dragonstone, Westeros)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 17 Years)~~~
~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~
He spreads my womanhood wide and sinks deep into me. Crushing against my baby chamber. The same place he inseminated me. Where he made me a mother three times over...
He pulls his hips back, and my eyes disappear slightly at the amazing sensation.
My heart races as I remember nights similar to this one. How I always ended up a few weeks after. It's a possible night for me. I know that. A part of me. A big part. Wants another one.
The man I love is bringing war to an entire continent. There will be stretches of time I don't see him. Long stretches of time.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!"
I can't stop the pleasure anymore. I can't hold my voice back anymore. My legs shake uncontrollably as he throws his hips against mine over and over. Rubbing, stretching, and penetrating with his dragon.
My body feels the shifting on the other side of the bed. My face is probably unsightly at the present moment. My daze-filled eyes find Margaery's, and her growing rosy cheeks tell me she's no longer asleep. Only watching us now.
The sweat dripping from our bodies is soaking the sheets. Filling the room with an odor that adults make.
My toes curl hard and spread apart as Rae drives as deep as I can go. Pinning me hard against the bed. My legs wrap around him. Making sure he can't leave.
"FUCK!"
"HUAAAAAA!!!"
My cry of pleasure follows Rae's single word. He pumps his hips against mine as I feel the hot seed of my brother fill me. It's been so long since he released inside me. Not since Daenys was born. My entire body rocks at my brother's actions.
Followed by my thighs, hips, womanhood, and butt moving and jittering uncontrollably.
"Fuck..."
The whisper comes from the other side of the bed. I completely forgot Margaery was awake and watching. As I look at her, I see her hands playing with her body in various ways as she watches.
"Sorry about waaAAAA-!!!!"
In the middle of my apology, Rae turns me on my side. Fully facing Margaery, and madly thrusts his dragon in and out of me. Having never fully left.
The shaking of my body rocks harder, following the constant curling and scraping of my toes against the sheets in this new position.
~~~(POV: Margaery Tyrell)~~~
~~~(Location: The Narrow Sea, Dragonstone, Westeros)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 18 Years)~~~
~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~
Oh, Gods... The scene before me is one of the most erotic things I could ever imagine. Raenon has Dany on her knees, and he's pulling her hair from behind as he drives himself in and out of her.
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
The pound of their hips makes an audible noise. I see the waves and movements of Dany's butt at the incredible motion.
"YES!!! RIGHT THERE!!! RIGHT FUCKING THERRRRRE!!!"
The sweat from Dany's brow is giving her a pleasured and satisfied look. The sheer domination and control she's under is amazing. Her eyes aren't even looking in the right direction anymore. They are rolled into her head just a bit.
"FUAAAAAAAA!!!"
I watch visible liquid from my spot on the bed explode from where Raenon is pounding her. His hips stop moving as he's buried as deep as she'll let him go. A grit expression is filling his own.
Fuck...
Fuck!
FUCK!!
"I want some too..."
It's barely a whisper that leaves my lips.
As Raenon exits Dany, she falls over with her eyes closed. Seemingly asleep. I watch my husband's gaze shift to me.
"What was that..."
A soft and alluring whisper is what I receive from him.
Completely different from what I had just watched. POV: Daenerys Targaryen)~~~
~~~(Location: The Narrow Sea, Dragonstone, Westeros)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 17 Years)~~~
~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~
Sunlight shines through the window of our room. The silk sheets softly run along my body. In an effort to find my brother, I shift slightly and move my arm out. It finds the target I'm looking for. Moving my body to the warmth I so deeply love.
The events of last night creep into my mind, and a tingle of pleasure echoes from my lower half. My free hand unconsciously finds its way to my belly. The same place Aly, Jae, and Daenys were grown within me.
There were a couple of times I lost consciousness last night. The first time I opened my eyes to see Margaery being mounted like a bitch in heat. However, her pregnant belly made that thought only half true.
Rae went back and forth between us for a couple hours. Continued until there was nothing left to give us. Our burning youth manifests in many ways.
My thoughts are interrupted as I feel the bed move. It's Margaery getting out of bed to use the bathroom. One of my eyes opens as I raise my head. Looking to see if Rae will help her. The sight of my heavily sleeping brother gives me butterflies.
Instead of letting Rae have the responsibility of helping Margaery to the bathroom, I make my way out of bed as well.
"Here, let me help you."
Margaery completely accepts the help as she holds her hands for me to take. I gently lifted her out of bed and let her lean on me in support. The height difference between us makes me a nice crutch for her.
Once we reach the bathroom and Margaery takes to the privy, my thoughts return to last night.
"Thanks for the help, Dany... It's hard to move after a night like that..."
Her acknowledgment doesn't do anything to help stop the thoughts of last night. Rae and I share a special and powerful bond. One that no one in the world can understand.
Many of Westeros view us as incestuous abominations. In the eyes of The Faith, they're not wrong. The Doctrine of Exceptionalism allowed us to continue our ways. In the end, it's more of a reason for the people of Westeros to hate or distrust us.
"Tell me about it... He has a tendency to go until he can't anymore. That's one of the reasons I have three kids already."
And hopefully, a fourth in the coming months after last night. I've been keeping track, and last night was ideal. Rae knew that without me saying so. It's probably why he was so motivated. He loves being a father.
Not a drop was spilled, and I can feel last night's deposit still in me. Filled me to the brim. It's a strange sensation that I've never gotten used to, but it's not bad, either.
"This is our last morning with him. He'll want to spend time with Aly and Jae. Hold Daenys before he leaves. How long do you think he'll be away from us."
Her question hits me deep in my heart and soul. I'd never have Rae leave my side if it were up to me. In the air of caution, Rae is having Margaery and me stay behind on Dragonstone. With a force of around 4,000.
If the worst happens to Rae... His children and his wives will live. Along with three adult dragons, and two growing ones. I don't know what I'd do if he were to... I don't want to finish that sentence...
Rhaenys would burn the entire continent. Probably never return to Dragonstone.
"He'll be away until the war is over."
Just saying that puts a pit in my stomach. I've never been away from my brother for more than a couple of weeks. Now I have to wait for months on end... This is the worst. Margaery comes out of the bathroom and grabs ahold of my hand.
"We've got each other while he's gone. You'll have Aly, Jae, and Daenys. And I'll soon have my own to take care of too. We won't be alone."
That's the only thing that makes all this bearable. Having my children, Margaery and Raevor, here makes me safe.
"We shouldn't leave our husband alone for too long."
She's quick to start us on the way back to the room.
~~~(POV: Raenon Targaryen)~~~
~~~(Location: The Narrow Sea, Dragonstone, Westeros)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 17 Years)~~~
~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~
The shaking of the bed wakes me up. As it does, the bright morning light from the window almost blinds me. I lean up in bed and finish cleaning the gunk from my eyes; that's when I see Margaery and Dany walk into the room.
They both look at me at the same time, and a similar smile appears. One that holds love, satisfaction, and care.
It's not long before they're both in bed and wrapped around me. We all sink into a comfortable warmth, and sleep is soon taking me again. My two wives' chests' rhythmic rise and fall tell me they're asleep already.
On the edge of sleep, I think of my children and how they'll be when I'm gone for so long during this important moment in their lives. It's still a few hours before they get up; it'll be hard for me to be apart from them for so long.
It'll be just Rhaenys and me for a while. The same as it was before I met Dany and knew about my family.
"I love you both..."
I kiss the heads that are resting on either shoulder and take a calming breath. The final strands of energy are taken from me as I fall into another slumber.
~~~(POV: Margaery Tyrell)~~~
~~~(Location: The Narrow Sea, Dragonstone, Westeros)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 18 Years)~~~
~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~
Raenon lets me hold onto his arm as we walk down the hall toward his kid's rooms. It's late morning now, and my husband wants to spend some time with his oldest kids before he has to leave. He'll be making a final stop at Daenys's room.
"Promise me something..."
There is an important topic that I have to speak with him about. A very dear subject to my heart. One that I've been thinking about since I first left Westeros with Dany and Raenon.
We stop a little outside the door to Aly and Jae's room. Turning me toward him. His hands run down my shoulders and rest on my ever-growing belly. His tender touch is something I'll dearly miss when he's not around.
But I'm an ever-faithful woman, and so is Dany. I'd never betray Raenon in that way, and Dany would sooner die than bed someone else. Not to mention, we're protected from such outcomes. Our guards and friends will ensure we're safe.
"Anything you wish."
I've grown more attached to Raenon than I ever thought possible. The idea that he might sleep with another woman besides Dany and I puts a boiling jealousy in me. Something I've never felt so much before.
"In times of war... Men away from their wives tend to... Stray... I beg of you... Don't entertain other women away from us..."
An understanding expression forms on his features.
"I've never been a man motivated by such desires. Until I met Dany, I'd never known pleasure before. You have my word that I will not touch another woman while I'm away."
That's all I needed to hear to ease my heart.
"I promise the same, Raenon. My eyes, heart, and body will not stray."
After all, they belong wholeheartedly to him... No man can compare with him physically or with their bloodline.
Now to speak with him about which I hold dear to my heart.
"I have a request... Not a promise, but something to think about while you're away."
He silently waits, eyes telling me he values what I say. It's nothing of the political nature as he thinks.
"Will you return for the birth of our children..."
It's a big ask, but I'm due in 3 to 4 months. I'd really like it if he were here to greet our children into the world. A sly smile begins to form on his features, and I can tell he's about to say something cheeky.
"I was wondering when you're excess size would finally convince you that more than one Targaryen grows in your belly."
I can't help giving a happy, astounded, and amused smile as I lightly smack his shoulder.
"Excess size? Is that it?"
A laugh spurs from him, and one comes from me as well. Not a moment later, he's wrapping me in a hug and kissing me.
"Yes, I'll return for their birth. But I want you to promise me something too."
There isn't a request or promise he could have me make that I wouldn't fulfill.
"Anything."
He comes in to kiss me again, and this one is deeper. Longer. His hands grab my growing butt and squeeze tightly.
"Call me Rae from now on."
Another squeeze from him sends chills up and down my body. Now I wish I'd have one more night. However, it's time that he spent his last morning with his children. ~~~(POV: Raenon Targaryen)~~~
~~~(Location: The Narrow Sea, Dragonstone, Westeros)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 17 Years)~~~
~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~
Daenys sleeps in my arms while I look over the balcony. Most of the ships are sailing toward Westeros, and it's the signal it's time to go. Margaery and Dany are behind me. Waiting silently in these last moments together.
My youngest daughter looks so peaceful as she sleeps. It's hard to believe I'm a father of three at 17. More on the way from my second wife. House Targaryen is strong again; all we need now is the throne that was stolen from us.
It makes me thankful, though... How everything turned out. Everything that's happened so far would've never occurred without Robert and his bloodlust. Thanks to him, my family is where it's at now.
"How much longer until you leave..."
The cracking and sad voice of Dany grabs my attention as I turn around. I've spent time with my children on this day, and I spent my last night here with them.
Dany holds out her arms as I approach and hand her Daenys. Kissing my daughter's head before I take a step back. I look at my two wives with a smile, and Dany is having a much harder time with this than Margaery.
"I'll be leaving after this."
My sudden movement nearly startles them, but I bring them into a long hug. Holding them as tight as I can without hurting them. Margaery has a slight struggle with letting me go, but she eventually goes.
The beloved sister refuses to let go. Margaery places her hand on her back and moves in closer to her ear.
"It's time to let him go, Dany..."
She squeezes me tighter before finally letting go. Hot tears are streaming down her face. It's amazing how much someone can mean to you if you let them.
"Promise you'll take care of each other. I'll be gone for a long time. The only time I'll come back is for Margaery birth. Until then, this is goodbye."
With those final words, Dany throws herself at me and locks her lips with mine. We part after a couple seconds, and she looks into my eyes. The height difference is ever prevalent.
"Always and forever, Rae..."
Love never dies.
"Always and forever, Dany..."
She finally steps aside, and I make my way for the door. All my children are safe, and so are my wives. They'll be here for a while, and I won't see them again until it's time to come for the birth of my next set of kids.
I make my way out of Dragonstone and toward a cliff. My eyes slowly close, and I let Rhaenys know it is time for her to come and get me. In the direction of the Dragonmont, an enormous roar is heard. My massive black and red Dragon lands next to me.
The same hand that fed her when she could fit into the palm of my hand runs across her long snout. A living purr transfers from her body and vibrates me.
Her body lowers, and I climb onto her back. The saddle is far more comfortable than riding without one.
"Sōvegon, Rhaenys!!"
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!
She flaps her large and long wings hard. Ascending into the sky and following the fleet of ships into the distance. In the same direction as Westeros. Oberyn is waiting in the South. I'm heading for the Riverlands.
Stannis Baratheon must be stopped before he makes it to The Iron Throne. The Smallfolk will want him as King far more than me. It'll be the end of all my efforts. The Smallfolk will always reject me even if I kill him after he takes The Iron Throne.
House Tyrell isn't lending any of its soldiers until one of its enemies, North or East, is destroyed. Tywin waits in Kings Landing, and Robb Stark is North to the Riverlands.
It's a reasonable demand, but I wish I'd get something from them. I took their daughter to wife, after all. However, they will likely never see it that way.
In the end, if they force me to. I'll end them along with the other family's not bending the knee. Margaery may resent me for the rest of her days. Hate me, even. I'll do what's necessary in the end.
Here's to hoping they don't make it so.
~~~(POV: Daenerys Targaryen)~~~
~~~(Location: The Narrow Sea, Dragonstone, Westeros)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 17 Years)~~~
~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~
These last three days have been absolute hell... Each day I miss Rae more and more. I'm keeping a strong front up. For Aly and Jae. I'm grateful Margaery is here with me. She comforts me during my weakest times.
She's stronger than me when it comes to this. However, I hear her letting out sniffles and tears too. We're here for each other.
"Easy, girl... You'll make me bleed..."
Daenys hungrily feeds from my teat. She's a growing girl and demands milk from me. The only time she cries is when she's hungry, or she's relieving herself. We've brought handmaidens from Essos with us.
They've taken care of Daenys when I'm not able to. I have two other children who need entertainment, after all. Rae took care of that part... When his kids wanted to play or do something that required a lot of energy.
He was always there...
Gods... I miss him...
"It's okay to miss him as much as you do, Dany. I'm starting to see just how much I've grown to love him now that he's not here. I knew it'd be hard. But it's become more than I ever thought it would."
Margaery is in the bedroom with me. She's looking out the window as one of the handmaidens rubs her feet in warm water.
Her hands trace over her belly. I'm hoping that I end up pregnant again. I miss being pregnant... Last night with Rae might prove to be what I needed for my wish. If not, it'll be a long three to four months.
I've got three pieces of him with me now. Not to mention the two or more growing in Margaery. I want a fourth in me.
"I know... I've spent the first 13 years of my life without him... I can do it... It's just so painful..."
When you love someone so much, it hurts to be away from them. You know you're with the person you're supposed to be with.
Margaery lifts her hand and calmly dismisses the handmaiden. The pregnant woman stands up and makes her way over to me. Sitting next to me and wrapping an arm around me.
Daenys isn't feeding anymore, so I gently place her on the bed next to me.
"Time will pass... It may feel slower, but it moves at the same speed no matter what..."
She brings me some comfort... I'm glad I'm not alone in this...
"I just pray Rae doesn't find another woman while away from us... War causes men to... Stray... It's happened many times in Westeros... When men think they'll die, they do things that are against their wives and vows..."
A bottomless jealousy bubbles inside as she says that.
"He'd never do that..."
She hugs me a little tighter at my weak-sounding response. Pathetic, in all honesty. Wish I could take it back. I hate sounding weak now that I'm strong.
"I don't believe he would either... That still doesn't stop me from thinking about it..."
This is the worst feeling I've ever had in my life...
~~~(POV: Margaery Tyrell)~~~
~~~(Location: The Narrow Sea, Dragonstone, Westeros)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 18 Years)~~~
~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~
Dany leaves the room with Daenys, and I slowly waddle toward the balcony. Looking over the edge and in the direction of Westeros. My family and the man I love are over there... I know my family... Their thinking and scheming...
If I'm forced to choose between them or Rae... I'd choose Rae... I hope it'll never come close to something like that, but I have to look out for my coming children.
Their lives are more important to me than my family's. It's a cruel thing to say, but I've come to love Rae deeply, and he's making me a mother. I'll be giving birth to Targaryen children.
Who will be dragon riders themselves one day... Their futures are more important than my family's plans.
I haven't seen home in over a year now... Almost two... Highgarden is one of the most beautiful places in Westeros... Growing up there proved to make me a little spoiled... Now, I'm to be Queen along with Dany...
"My children should know what Highgarden looks like..."
The words leave my lips in a whisper that carries on the wind. It's hard to believe that so much time has passed. Life is fleeting.
The pursuit of legacy is said to be what's important. I used to stand beside that claim. I still do a little. Now, I see that legacy and power are byproducts of the real goal.
A family that you make and love with the person you love. That's more valuable than anything in the world. ~~~(POV: Robb Stark)~~~
~~~(Location: Small Council Tent, The Riverlands, Westeros)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 21 Years)~~~
~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~
Stannis has started moving his army to the South. Hoping to avoid a direct conflict with Raenon. Word has spread the Dragon has left Dragonstone. His armies sail for Westeros. It's only a matter of time before his first battle in our lands.
His alliance with Monterys Velaryon has no significance at the present moment. That'll change in due time. Brynden and Edmure are waiting for my orders. If we're to follow Stannis into the South or stay here in The Riverlands.
I couldn't convince the last true-born Baratheon to wait. He's convinced if he doesn't get The Iron Throne now, he'll never get it.
He may be right...
A desperate man does desperate things. I've never seen what's so attractive about the throne everyone covets. Why so many are willing to die for it...
I wish my father were here so I could ask him. His death in Kings Landing sewed the threads of the wars we're in now. If Joffrey weren't such a fool, vicious, and cruel boy. We'd have a united Westeros against the Targaryen invaders.
The Tyrells have sided with the last Targaryens. I don't blame them for putting faith in a man that rides a dragon and has a legitimate claim to The Iron Throne.
"Have you come to a decision yet..."
Mother and I are in the tent alone. She's been wanting to go back to Winterfell to be with Sansa. My sister being back has sparked life in our family. Thanks to Sandor Clegane. Father would never approve of letting him live.
But we need him in our wars to come. If what I believe to happen comes, then we'll need all we can get. Once Raenon destroys Stannis and his claim. He'll turn his sights on the North.
On House Stark.
"If we head back North, our men will be too tired to defend. Let alone fight any battles. Following Stannis and his rushed plans will doom us to fire. The safest place for us is here."
I don't like waiting for time to solve my problems. That's what's happening no matter what I think to do. Dragonstone is a target no one can attack. Its three adult dragons make it impossible to raid and take.
There are no viable strategies to stop a fire-breathing flying monster. Rumored to be larger than anything man has made before.
"Brynden and Edmure are in agreement with you. It's actually nice to see that all three of you are thinking about the same things."
Mother has grown tired of talks about war and titles. She's grown tired of Brynden and Edmure.
It'll be a hard war for Westeros. No one wants a Targaryen on The Iron Throne again. The Lords and Ladies that do want Raenon on the throne don't know what a Targaryen's madness is. It doesn't manifest the same in every Targaryen.
~~~(POV: Tyrion Lannister)~~~
~~~(Location: Personal Chambers, The Red Keep, Kings Landing, Westeros)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 37 Years)~~~
~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~
The Greyjoys have agreed to help us. Turning away our rivals in the North. We've got a reinforced fleet to go against Stannis coming from the North. Varys has kept us informed of our enemy's movement and plans for the last few days.
My fears and concerns lie with Raenon and his advancing army. We know they're in The Vale. Probably on their way to The Eyrie to speak with Robin and Lysa Arryn.
The ancient castle won't stand a chance against Dragonfire. They'd be wise to surrender and join him. Even though it'd be easier for us if he did waste time and troops on The Vale. They're likely going South from The Vale.
We'll hear word from there when the time comes. Bronn is busy securing a letter I'm sending to a friend. I doubt I'll hear back from the mountain tribes, but perhaps they can assassinate Raenon before he ever leaves The Vale.
It's a long shot, but I have no other plans or hopes at the moment. Father is busy preparing the soldiers for Stannis. Whenever he's supposed to arrive. The Baratheon has learned his lesson from last time.
Coming from the sea won't do him any good, and that leaves only one other option. The bad part is he knows Kings Landing as well as any Lord worth the name.
"Only serious problems cause such a face on you, my friend."
The familiar voice of Varys enters my chambers, and he walks up beside me as I look out over on Kings Landing this beautiful night. The constant smell of shit takes away from the view. It's hard to believe there are over 500,000 people living in this shithole.
"All our enemies are marching on us, Varys... Stannis from the North and Oberyns forces waiting in the South for Raenon to send a raven with orders. We're boxed in."
Kings Landing can repel an attack from any ground army. The fire of dragons proves different. We have no defenses against an enemy of such power. Balistas and catapults prove too hard to handle for an accurate shot.
"Have you thought about leaving Kings Landing?"
My eyes shift to Varys as he looks over the city. That's not something I thought I'd hear from him. He knows that I hold little love for my family, and if anyone of us would leave, it'd be me. Jaime is still held prisoner in the North.
Only my father, nephew and I are here in Kings Landing. The only Lannisters left in the royal capital. There isn't any reason for me to stay...
"The thought has crossed my mind many times... But what about them?"
The slightly mocking tone in my voice makes Varys smile a little.
I indicate to the people outside The Red Keep. Varys can appreciate that I care for the Smallfolk. No matter how little it'd be. I'd not lay down my life for one of them. But out of anyone left in this place, someone should try to think about them.
War is all I've known since my nephew became King. It'd be nice to never have war again. No matter how this all ends.
~~~(POV: Stannis Baratheon)~~~
~~~(Location: Border Between Riverlands and Crownlands, The Kings Road, Westeros)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 37 Years)~~~
~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~
We've come closer to The Vale than I'd like. It'd only take a couple of days before Raenons forces intercepted us. That'd be the worse scenario for my armies. To come so far, only to be burned in Dragonfire.
Melisandre tells me that when I battle Raenon, he'll fall to me in battle. Everything she's said and had me do has come at a price. My daughter... Large portions of my army... My fleet...
As I'm riding on my horse, the morning sun is shining over the hill ahead. I can't help thinking this is a wonderful day. However, that feeling quickly disappears as we come over the crest of the hill.
On the other side, waiting for us... Atop the next hill...
Are thousands of Unsullied and Martell soldiers...
"He's cut us off... He was never in The Vale... He completely ignored it..."
The worlds leave me in disbelief. Everyone thought Raenon would attack The Vale since it'd be a perfect place to start his conquest. Everywhere else in Westeros wasn't ideal. The Vale is perfect since it's near all his enemies.
But he fooled us all...
"Your Grace!! What should we do!!?"
The sudden questions and panic start to set in.
But I notice something that gives me hope.
Raenon and his Dragon aren't here.
~~~(POV: Raenon Targaryen)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 17 Years)~~~
~~~(Location: Flying Above The Border Between Riverlands and Crownlands, The Kings Road, Westeros)~~~
~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~
Below me is the massive army of Stannis Baratheon. Varys has made sure to spread the false information that I was going to The Vale first. It's allowed me to set up this trap for Stannis on The Kings Road.
I knew he'd rush here if he believed his days were numbered. He'd get The Iron Throne before I could reach him. It was a gamble. I risked him staying in the Riverlands with the Starks and Tullys.
However, my plan worked. His timing couldn't have been better, either. He won't know I'm up here. Since it's early morning, Rhaenys doesn't cast a shadow on the ground below us yet. Only off in the distance.
Something Stannis won't see. He probably thinks I'm not there right now, and he's got greater numbers than the forces I have down there.
That's going to change soon as well.
~~~(POV: Daenerys Targaryen)~~~
~~~(Location: The Narrow Sea, Dragonstone, Westeros)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 17 Years)~~~
~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~
The days have been hell for me, and the nights more lonely than I ever thought I'd be after my life before I met Raenon.
I can only imagine when the first battle will start. Margaery and I can only look out on the ocean and think about what he's doing.
"They're having fun down there..."
My sister-in-law's words take me from my thoughts, and we see Aly and Jae having fun on the beach. Caelex with them.
Vaelor flying high above them. ~~~(POV: Raenon Targaryen)~~~
~~~(Location: Border Between Riverlands and Crownlands, The Kings Road, Westeros)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 17 Years)~~~
~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~
As Rhaenys lifts her head and body now that I'm off, her full size is on complete display. The expressions on the soldiers tell me everything I need to know. Their fear of dragonfire now outweighs any loyalty left in them.
My eyes glide over the survivors of the battle. Most are young men who haven't fought a day in their lives. This being the first they've been in. I heard that Stannis had absorbed his brother's army after his death. I'm wondering if most of them are here.
There isn't a way for me to know for sure. A group of Unsullied make their way to me and escort me to a makeshift platform using scraps from a burnt wagon.
I ascend the elevated spot and look over the group. I'd say there is a good 100 to 125 here. The rest either got away or burned in dragonfire. After a second, Stannis appears in front of the group. Exhaustion on his features.
He doesn't say anything at first. A breath fills his lungs as he's about to start talking, but Rhaenys heavy thumps stop him. Forcing everyone to look at her.
She circles the group and makes her way to me. Taking a large area behind me. Forcing the Martell forces to move. The size of my dragon is starting to make it hard for her to follow me everywhere.
Something she's frustrated with. Mad at her own size now that she can't be by my side at all times when there is danger nearby.
Her head lowers and hangs next to my body. It's already much larger than a horse-drawn wagon. The teeth she uses to feed herself are longer than swords.
"Grrrrr..."
A deep sneer and low growl escape her, right in the direction of Stannis. She senses how much I need him dead. How much his death would help me. And she wants to fulfill that desire. Our bond is the bridge between our souls.
Stannis's body shakes in fear. More fear than the man has likely ever experienced in his life. I give a simple motion with my hand, and a couple of Unsullied march to him and grab him.
Bringing him further out from the front of the survivors. Forcing him to stand alone. Before I say anything, Fate Breaker appears in my right hand. I shove the tip of the blade into the ground. Resting both my hands on the pommel.
My eyes squint slightly, thinking of my words carefully. Stannis will die; that is certain. How he dies could be decided with a simple conversation.
The breath he had gathered earlier has wholly left him. Abandoned him in his most desperate moment. He knows not of true horror... What it means to fight monsters of your worst nightmares.
That's why he falters in the face of someone who has. The Shadow Lands were cruel and unforgiving. But they forged me into a person that will not lose.
A bit of air enters my lungs as I'm about to start talking. Everyone that's watching is waiting with bated breath. Seeing how I'm handling this.
"Stannis Baratheon... The last true-born son of my bastard ancestors' house. Aegon and Orys would admonish us for the state our houses are in."
When Aegon began his conquest of Westeros, most only remember his sisters and him. However, his bastard half-brother was his best friend. Orys Baratheon. The man who overtook House Durrandon.
There is a look of haste in Stannis' eyes. As if he's hoping this will lead to a place where he survives. After a few seconds of silence, he picks up that I'm waiting for a response.
"It was Targaryen Madness that led us here. That madness manifested as rage in my brother. Blind faith in me. Cruelty in your father."
He hardens his gaze as he prepares for what my madness is. He's dying with more pride than I want him to, but I'll not destroy the only thing a man has left in the end.
"The madness of dragon blood flows strong in you... Burning Braavos... Bankrupting the land you'll conquer... Burning Yunkai and Meereen... Your father wanted nothing more than to be a dragon. You... You are what Aerys always dreamed of being..."
All energy has left him. Almost as if the last scraps of willpower he has been fueling the words meant for me.
"His actions ultimately led to his dream being realized... Through you... Victory is yours, Raenon Targaryen. But Westeros will never accept you."
He lowers his head now that he has his last words out. I'll admit, they've angered me. Greatly so. The growling and snarling of Rhaenys next to me is feeling what I'm feeling. She so desperately wants to burn them.
But I want to test something. A final nail in the coffin of Stannis Baratheon. Time to see if he has the same commitment to his soldiers as they do him.
"Your words cut deep, Stannis. I won't lie. I suppose it's your way of getting something in before you die..."
There is a look of solemn happiness in his features. That he accomplished something against me before he died.
"I'll make a deal with you, Stannis."
That's when he raises his head, and all the tired and heavy breathing stops. Everyone is looking to see what I'm about to say. Stannis himself seems confused. Convinced that he'd suffer the same fate as the people that died at my hands in the past.
By the fire of Rhaenys.
"I'll give you a choice."
It's a cruel thing to do, but I need to do this in order to get the Smallfolk on my side before I take the throne.
"In exchange for your life, I'll spare every soldier here. I'll let them return to their families. Go home..."
He squints his eyes, waiting for me to continue. Desperate looks are forming on the younger faces of the men here. Some are around my age.
"Or, they can all die in exchange for your life. You can leave here alive. But all these men will die for you."
That's when a tortured and angry look forms on Stannis. He grits his teeth and snarls. Stepping forward in anger. Before the Unsullied can do anything, Rhaenys head shoots forward from next to me.
"RRRRHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGG!!!!"
She screams at the man, forcing him to fall over from the sheer power. Slime and water fly from Rhaenys mouth and onto Stannis. She stops and lifts her head, gathering fire in her chest and throat.
But she stops after a second and comes back to my side. My hand traces along her long and thick neck. Showing everyone here that I'm the one that stopped Rhaenys.
"So, Stannis? What is your decision? Live and let everyone else here die? Or make the sacrifice and die for the men that would burn in your name?"
My voice's even, calm tone sends chills down the man's spine. He lowers his head in thought. Stannis isn't a coward, and he's not afraid to die. This is the test of his soul. It's what would deem him a worthy King.
Would he fight and die along with his people?
Cause I risk that every time I enter a battle. The Unsullied and Martell spears know that I'll lead them into battle. I'll be the first to engage the enemy.
I'll never leave any of them to die alone. To die in my name without me being there right beside them.
My eyes are locked on the misery of Stannis. In truth, he's dying no matter what choice he makes. I'm hoping he makes the wrong one. Which is to spare his life in exchange for his soldiers' deaths. I want them to see Stannis doesn't care about them.
To show there is no point in serving a King that doesn't risk his life with his soldiers. It's why Robert made a mighty King.
He was there for all the battles in his name. It's why my house fell.
"No matter what I pick, I'm dying. I'm no fool. I know the thoughts of a Targaryen. Kill me, and send my men home. They deserve that much."
I didn't get the answer I wanted. The youngest among the soldiers gain a look of hope, but the older veterans and commanders step forward. Lining up behind Stannis. Showing they'll die with their King.
Refusing to be ruled by anyone else. There is something to be admired. Honor is a hard thing to die for. Loyalty to a man and his name even more so.
"So be it. Any man that wishes to return to his home can. Let us hope we do not meet on the battlefield again."
Baratheon soldiers begin standing up and being led away by my troops to an area where they'll be sent home. Many would claim that demanding their loyalty and subservience would be wise.
But that's not my goal here.
Having the enemy serve under me is a risk I'll not allow. This way, they'll also see that despite the supposed madness I carry. I'm not without mercy. I'm not unnecessarily cruel.
My attention falls back on the remaining group of veterans. Stannis in front of them. Time to finish this.
"As for all of you. Your fate was written before this battle even began. In the name of Raenon I Targaryen. I sentence you to death by dragonfire."
Their eyes stare unafraid at me.
Rhaenys raises her head, and fire begins to build within her.
"Zālagon zirȳ."
The order for Rhaenys to burn them is given, and she blows out her Black dragonfire a second later. Enveloping the men as they scream. I take no pleasure in watching them. But it's what's needed.
Now I alone hold the claim to the throne. It's time we finish this war. ~~~(POV: Daenerys Targaryen)~~~
~~~(Location: Narrow Sea, Bedroom, Dragonstone)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 17 Years)~~~
~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~
It's been a month since I last held my brother in my arms. The lifelessness and listlessness fill me to the point of struggling to get out of bed. I was strong the first week, but realizing how long we'll be apart sunk in.
The silk sheets and warm sea air coming from the window entice me to remain in bed all day. But the slender arm of my sister-in-law wrapping around from behind me wakes me. Margaery and I have been sharing the bed.
If Rae knew that, he'd probably get excited at the prospect. He'll find disappointment since all we've done is comfort each other and sleep.
My fellow Queen is in a similar state to me, but she's had a slightly easier time than me. I find her rubbing her stomach more and more as the days pass. She's still a month or two from the due date.
According to the Maesters, it'll still be a while before they're born. I'm convinced she's got more than one in there; the size she's taken proves that.
"Let's not get up yet, Dany... The sun hasn't finished rising over the ocean outside..."
Her protests at my movement to get out of bed are apparent. I can only chuckle as I gently remove her arm from me. Feeling her stomach on my back had stirred the desire for another child even more than before Rae left.
I didn't want to be the wife that stayed back, making children and raising them. I've come to love the very thought I hated. Sure, I still want to be out there with Rae. But being here with my children is as important.
"I'm sorry, but the churning in my stomach beckons the call to the bathroom all the more loud, Margaery. We don't want to replace the sheets again, right?"
Her eyes immediately open, and she no longer protests as she gets up. The mention of the bathroom causes her to race to the door in her current condition. She's bigger than I ever was when I was pregnant.
Now that I'm alone in the room, my hand runs along my navel. I'm late from my bleed by a great deal, and the morning sickness only proves that I'm with child again.
"He'll have good news to come back to..."
When Margaerys birth nears, Rae should be returning. It'll be at the end of next month. I'm looking forward to seeing him again and sharing the news that I'm with child. The family has grown so much...
I race to the bathroom that isn't taken by Margaery and use it for everything a pregnant lady needs. Throwing up, peeing, and other such things. After getting out, I go down to my children's room.
As I open the door, I see the sleeping forms of Aly and Jae. They've become very close in Rae's departure. Finding comfort with each other. They don't know it now, but it won't remain innocent forever.
Aly and Jae miss their Daddy more than me sometimes. Daenys is the only one that's unaware of the absence. She's growing bigger every day.
Once I'm on the edge of Aly's bed, I run my hand along Jae's back. They've been sharing the same bed since the night Rae left. They're still very young, but they know that Daddy will be gone for a long time.
Just as I'm about to wake them up, the door opens slightly. Revealing a man in armor. Jorah is right next to him. I'm about to admonish them, but I see the looks on their faces.
I quickly stand up and make my way to them. Closing the door softly behind me. I look at them with concern in my eyes and can only worry that something has happened to Rae. It's the only thing my mind jumps to.
Looking back and forth between the two only frustrates me since neither speaks.
"Out with it; what's happened."
Jorah takes on a softer expression and is about to speak. But a voice from down the hall beats him to it. Giving me a message I've been dying to hear since Rae left. The owner of the voice is Ellaria.
"Raenon has killed Stannis and dismantled his army. All that's left is for Raenon to take the capital. We've received the message he'll be coming back early. He wants to wait until after Margaerys children are born."
All I can do is smile and smile. I do my job of holding back the tears. He'll be coming back early... He's coming home early!!
I'll finally get to see him again!!
~~~(POV: Robb Stark)~~~
~~~(Location: Small Council Tent, The Riverlands, Westeros)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 21 Years)~~~
~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~
Everyone around the table has distraught looks... We were not expecting news like this. Not before Stannis took the capital, but he never made it. Raenon cut him off on the King's Road, at the border between the Riverlands and Crownlands.
We've received intel that Raenon is heading back to Dragonstone. He'll resume his campaign after the birth of his children by his second wife.
It gives us time to prepare for our eventual confrontation with Raenon. My fellow Lords have pushed me that we must fight, but my Mother and sister have made it clear that living is better than burning.
My temples flex in anger as I pinch the bridge of my nose. Edmure and Brynden have been quiet since we got the news an hour ago. They've been the biggest voices of support for me taking the throne.
Now that Raenon has killed the only remaining threat to his claim, it's clear he'll be changing strategies. I can only guess what he'll do. The only thing I can think of anymore is reaching out to the Black. They have men there that can help us.
The Greyjoys refused to join us, instead taking the side of Tywin at the promise of gold and the hand of Cersei Lannister.
"Raenon will come for us when he's done taking the capital. We need to discuss the eventuality that awaits us. Will we fight for our freedom against Targaryen Madness, or will you force us to kneel and be ruled by dragons again?"
The voice of Edmure takes me from my thoughts and forces me to look at the man. He's cost me much in my attempts to win against Tywin. Thankfully, I was able to take back the North. Now that I have it, I can't lose it.
"I'll speak with my remaining family, and when we've decided, I'll inform all of you."
They look at me with disapproval. They wouldn't understand. They believe grit and willpower will win against Raenon, but I'm not foolish enough to believe we can win against a dragon.
~~~(POV: Tyrion Lannister)~~~
~~~(Location: Carriage, Outside Kings Landing, Westeros)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 37 Years)~~~
~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~
Only in my wildest dreams did I believe I'd be here... My eyes look at Kings Landing in the distance. The night makes it possible to see the thousands of lights from candles burning in the people's homes. The walls can be seen over from the hill we're on.
My companion in this carriage silently watches with me. It's been a long time coming to this point. Varys revealed his allegiances when the news came this morning and offered me something I didn't think I'd take.
"You don't need to worry about Kings Landing. When Raenon takes the throne, peace and prosperity will be all Westeros knows. Essos has blossomed thanks to Raenon."
It still turns my stomach that I'm betraying my family, but they've never done anything but hate me.
Except Jaime...
He's still lost in the North... We don't even know if he's alive... If he is, I hope he forgives me for this one day. Apparently, Varys has been smoothing the way for me to join Raenon for a long time.
I'm the only Lannister he might not kill.
"Time will tell if we've made the right choice this day, my friend... I fear the power dragons will bring to the Targaryen family. Madness will always be prevalent in the family."
Just because Raenon and Daenerys aren't as mad as their Father doesn't mean they lack it. Their children and children's children could be what finally kills Westeros. I'm doing this for the people of Westeros.
I can help Raenon rule better than another before him. I know I'm an intelligent man, and I know what it takes to run Seven Kingdoms.
"Raenon is not a cruel man. He's liberated millions. Brought untold wealth to the people he runs. He leads in front of his men. Many think his actions unbelievable, but it's not like it hasn't happened before."
He's not wrong. Thanks to Aegon the Conqueror, Westeros exists as it does today. The Targaryens built this continent. I haven't agreed to join Raenon yet, and I know Father won't take me back after this.
For all intense and purposes, this is a last-ditch effort for me. My only chance to survive and gain something of value out of this war. ~~~(POV: Raenon Targaryen)~~~
~~~(Location: Flying, Narrow Sea, Near Dragonstone)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 17 Years)~~~
~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~
It's been three days since Stannis died. Oberyn and my commanders are waiting for my eventual return. They know I won't continue the campaign until Margaery has given birth. I haven't received any letters or spoken to my wives since I left.
A month apart from them has affected me in ways I didn't think possible. They haunt my dreams... Their soft touches and warm bodies... The thought of being with them even now...
I clear my head and take a deep breath. Enjoying the freedom and peace provided to me by Rhaenys. It'll be a few minutes until I arrive home, but I can see Dragonstone off in the distance. What takes my attention away is a familiar sound.
FRRRAAAAAAAAA!!
The roaring voice of Raevor comes from one of the clouds next to us, and the large dragon breaks in our direction. Leveling out next to us as he does. Dany isn't riding him, which means he's here to greet Rhaenys home.
There is a distinct deep chatter and purr coming from the two of them. As if speaking their own language. My bond with Rhaenys allows me many things, but knowing what she's talking about with another dragon isn't one of them.
Dragonstone only continues to get closer, and the circling forms of Vaelor and Rhaegal fill me with a sense of belonging. I'm home. Rhaenys descends to a large enough area to land, allowing me off before taking to the Dragonmont.
As I approach the castle, two running children grab my full attention. They exit a door with their Mother behind them.
"DADDY!!"
"You're home!!"
The voices of Alysanne and Jaehaerys place a love in me that I didn't know I had until they were born. I crouch down on one knee, and they leap into my arms. I spin them around as they laugh with joy.
I've missed my children dearly. When you're used to seeing two sources of unconditional love every day and then having them missing throws you.
My eyes land on my sister and the little bundle of love in her arms. I kiss the heads of my eldest children and place them down. Approaching the woman who gave them to me. She holds out the babe, and I take her in my arms.
Looking down at Daenys, I can see she's already grown. She's strong and healthy. Her eyes flutter open, and look at me. The same violet that Dany and I have. The same that Jae and Aly have. Her hair is becoming longer, and it's a beautiful white gold.
"Hey, my little Daenys... Daddy's home... You've been a good girl for Mommy, right?"
There is no noise from her, only a move to sink more into my grasp to sleep better. All I can do is smile as she closes her eyes again, starting to sleep.
My eyes lift from my second daughter and take in the image of my sister. She's smiling with brightness and love. I reach out my arm, and she instantly takes the offer as a hug.
Her arms wrap around me and fit to perfect form even with Daenys in my grasp. In my absence, I seem to have grown a little more... She's even shorter than me now.
"I've missed you more than you'd ever know..."
The voice I hear from Dany is weak and trembling. But there is a heavy relief within her words and something that I've seen only once. My accessible hand trails down her back like I would if we were in bed.
She crushes her body into mine and releases a deep gasp. My hand rests on her shapely end. It's been so long since I've been without her nightly touch... The dragon that rests between my legs soon awakens.
Pressing against her inner thigh. It's painful to endure, but her hand finds its way to it.
"Let's see if we can do something about that..."
Her voice is breathy and eager. My eyes catch the woman standing at the door leading into the castle. Margaery waits there, a knowing grin on her lips. Her belly has gotten bigger since I last saw her; she looks ever closer to the due date.
I feel a tug on the ends of my armor, and that's when Jae and Aly look up at me. It seems I have to spend some time with my children before I can ravage my wives. I pull away from Dany, and there is a sad moan as I do.
The redness in her cheeks and the dazed look she has almost entice me to neglect my responsibilities. But I hold to my will.
I hand Daenys back to her, and it takes only a second for her to return to an attentive Mother instead of an eager wife.
"I need to spend some time with Jae and Aly. Tell Margaery I'll see you both later today."
She smiles as she watches me crouch down and get to eye level with my kids. After talking with them, they grab my hands and pull me to the stairs leading to the beach. I don't know how long my children will need with me.
My duty as a Father comes before my desires.
~~~(POV: Varys)~~~
~~~(Location: Targaryen Ship, Narrow Sea, Coast Of Westeros)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 49 Years)~~~
~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~
Tyrion stares out at the open ocean. The Westeros lands he grew in behind us. He took the news of my betrayal as I believed he would. He's become a good friend and someone I see helping Raenon greatly in controlling Westeros.
Tyrion has yet to see the good the last male Targaryen could be for Westeros. I take a moment and look out to where he's staring, and I don't see anything. He's watching it with every fiber of his soul.
"What has your attention to fervently, my old friend."
The amused tone in my voice isn't lost on Tyrion. He cracks a half smile and takes a breath. Turns his attention to me as he stops looking out at the ocean.
His eyes tell me he's trying to figure out something. What it is, I don't know. It could be several things or a single subject on his mind. Either way, he was in deep thought. Now, he's trying to find words to speak.
"I was thinking about what my family is saying about me right now... What kind of bounty my Father has put on me... Also, how it'd feel to die by Dragonfire if Raenon doesn't trust me."
All valid things to be concerned about, no doubt. It's hard to say whether that's everything on this mind, but I doubt it is.
"Fearing Raenon is wise, and he won't initially trust you. Now that the Baratheons are gone, the only family left that played a hand in House Targaryens destruction is yours."
He gives me a look that I'm not helping.
"But, once Raenon sees who you really are. You won't have anything to fear."
He rolls his eyes at my attempt to ease him. I'll admit it was relatively weak, but it's the truth. This will be the first time I'm meeting Raenon in person. It'll be the first time I see dragons. The first time I'm visiting Dragonstone.
We're a couple of days away, but it's not like it'll take forever. In the meantime, Tyrion should know what Raenon plans to do once he takes the throne.
To show Tyrion that Raenon isn't a madman like his Father before him.
~~~(POV: Margaery Tyrell)~~~
~~~(Location: Bedroom, Narrow Sea, Dragonstone)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 18 Years)~~~
~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~
His hands glide up my body and capture my swollen breasts. Pinching the nipples with a softness and tenderness that drives me insane. My back arches as I release a long cry of pleasure. After a second, my body crashes back on the bed.
The rougher hands slide over my belly, and a shiver goes up and down my body. My eyes capture Dany next to me. Her chest heaving up and down. Eyes closed as sweat pours from every orifice of her body.
Rae has spent the last three hours taking us 100 ways. He's not felt the touch or love of a woman in more than a month, and we haven't felt his.
I indicate for him to give me a moment to catch my breath with a wave of my hands. Not wanting to nearly pass out like Dany.
He listens and lays down next to me. Turning my head to look at him and capturing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss. As our lips part, a string of saliva follows.
"The nights without you drove me mad... My dreams were filled with passion and lust, but my reality was cold and empty... Every day, I had to fight the urge to come here and spend a night with you two..."
The honeyed words that leave his lips entice me with the desperate edge in his voice. I think he'd be satisfied with what he's done with Dany, but he's looking at me like I'm a fresh meal.
Instead of saying anything in response, I give him a slightly desperate look myself. Nodding my head in permission for him to continue.
And he doesn't waste a single second. ~~~(POV: Raenon Targaryen)~~~
~~~(Location: Bedroom, Narrow Sea, Dragonstone)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 17 Years)~~~
~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~
Dany and Margaery are wrapped around each other as I make my way out of bed. After the last couple of days, they're both exhausted. We've not left the bedroom except for food and water. The handmaidens have been taking care of the kids.
The cool sea breeze from the window sends small chills up and down my body. I've read the letters from my commanders in the field. Oberyn is waiting in the South, marching across the Red Mountains. Once he reaches the Stormlands, he'll halt his forces.
My forces will be waiting in the Reach under House Tyrell's care. Once they make it to the Reach, that is. It's not that long of a trek from where I left them. I'm glad my second wife's family is proving to be of some use.
Walking over to the balcony and stepping outside only takes a second. Loose pants are all that I'm wearing at the moment. It's a little too chilly to be in the buff.
Violet eyes stare out into the vast sea. Off in the far distance, I can see approaching ships. Carrying the Targaryen flag. Varys has been in touch with me, and he's almost here.
With Tyrion Lannister.
I'm as thankful to the Lannisters as much as I hate them. Without their betrayal in the Rebellion, Dany and I wouldn't have the lives we have now. We wouldn't have dragons.
We wouldn't be married and have three beautiful children.
Varys has informed me through our letters that Tyrion is the only Lannister worth trusting. How his family has treated him. Betrayed him and made him a fool and symbol.
While pain inflicted by the ones who are supposed to love you the most can be an excellent motivator for vengeance, it's not like Tyrion is promising to side with me.
"Gold Dragon for your thoughts?"
A steady, creamy voice that would melt the rational thoughts of any man comes from behind me. I slowly turn around, and Margaery stands in the doorway with only a blanket wrapped around her. Her belly is so big it's forcing its way out of the blanket.
I walk over to her and hold out my hand. Guiding her to one of the free chairs and sitting across from her. I lift her feet and place them on my lap.
"A Gold Dragon is too expensive for the thoughts of someone I love dearly."
A bright smile forms on her lips as she hears the caring tone in my voice. Her eyes lower a little and look at me like a woman and man look at one another when thoughts unbecoming enter the mind.
As I massage her swollen feet, memories of the old days return. Times of when I did this for my other special lady. It's something I did for Dany when she was pregnant; doing it for Margaery is no problem at all.
"How about something better then..."
Her voice becomes lower and more enticing. Her voice has a sultry edge as she stands up and moves to me. She spreads the blanket apart and shows me her body. She softly crawls on my lap, pushing her bare body against my naked chest.
"Mmmmm..."
She releases a small moan as she feels my hard and toned muscles against her body. Now that she's on me, she wraps the blanket around us. Her hands wrap around me, and she locks lips with me.
We pull apart to get some air. Her eyes look into mine, and I see a woman who genuinely cares and loves me. A look I see in Dany.
"How was that? Can I hear what you're thinking now?"
The teasing and energetic tone I get from her causes me to chuckle. Under the blanket, my hands softly trace down her back and rest on her plump end. Squeezing it gently.
"Fuaa..."
She closes her eyes and leans forward. Placing her head in the nook between my shoulder and head.
"More than enough, my golden rose..."
My pet name for her isn't one I pull out often. Only during the times when we're intimate or alone. A way for her to know that I think about and care about her. That I love her.
"Tyrion Lannister will be here within the next two hours. Along with my ally in Kings Landing, Varys. I'll be meeting with them in the throne room."
She lifts her head from the nook and looks at me. Her hand traces the side of my face with a touch only a woman can produce.
"Tyrion Lannister isn't a man with much honor or integrity. If he's willing to betray his own flesh and blood, he'll betray you too."
That is sound advice from a woman who has spent many more years in politics than me. A fool wouldn't listen to her.
"You're not wrong. But Tyrion has experience running the Seven Kingdoms. Both as a Hand and Master of Coin. While my experience in ruling over Freedom Bay has enlightened me, I need someone like Tyrion."
Before I can continue talking about the man on his way here, the wondering hands of my wife find their way to the waist of my pants. The dragon between my legs becomes hard. Her hands wrap around it and pull it free.
Her eyes meet mine as she pushes her body against mine and lines it up. Seems she's done talking about Tyrion.
And so am I.
~~~(POV: Tyrion Lannister)~~~
~~~(Location: Row Boat, Narrow Sea, Dragonstone)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 37 Years)~~~
~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~
Varys and I stare at the ancient and abstract castle as the rowboat continues closing in on the shore. Unsullied soldiers are waiting on the beach. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared. The stories of Raenon have spread all over the world.
I don't know if I'll survive this day, but I have better chances of living through the coming war with Raenon than I do with my family.
Once we reach shore, an Unsullied steps forward.
"Welcome to Dragonstone, Lannister. The King waits for you."
He spins around, walking toward the dragon-decorated gates. Varys and I follow behind and take in the beautiful views of Dragonstone. It's the first time I've been here.
GGGRRRAAAAAAAA!!!!
Varys and I fall to the ground and cover our heads. Only to realize we're the only ones on the ground after a few seconds. I stand up and look at the sky. A cream-colored dragon starts a circle around the castle.
"That is Vaelor. The dragon of King Raenon's eldest daughter, Princess Alysanne."
The girl isn't even five years old yet, and she has the scariest fucking thing I've seen in my entire life.
Instead of heading to the throne room like Varys and I previously thought, we're brought to a large opening near a cliff. The Unsullied give off no signs or signals we're about to die, but Varys is as nervous as I am.
Frop...
What was that?
FROP...
Are those...
FROP!!!
My head slowly and methodically turns in the direction of the sound. Off the cliffside, near the cloudline in the distance. The underside of a great beast breaks through the white puffiness all men dream of flying through.
Only for the whole body to completely break through.
"Holy shit."
The words leave my lips in a rushed whisper.
RRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGG!!!
I nearly fall to the ground as the great dragon roars. I feel it travel through my entire body. The dragon that belongs to Raenon lands with a steady and graceful impact. Shaking the ground as it does.
Varys and I step back and stare. Watching as the dragon lifts its head and stares down at us. The Wall in the North is the only thing I've seen larger than this beast.
After a few seconds, it lowers its head. That's when I see him. On the back of the dragon. Climbing off it and taking a moment to speak in Valyrian to the beast.
Raenon gives it a few stretches before it spreads its wings and leaps off the cliff. Taking to the sky once again.
The young King turns to us and carries a slightly amused expression.
"Rhaenys loves taking morning trips. It's been a few days since we had one."
I can't help releasing a worried and amused chuckle.
His eyes shift between Varys and me.
"Let us go inside and speak. There is a lot to discuss. It's my first time meeting a Lannister, so I hope you'll forgive me for taking extra precautions."
We're slowly escorted to the throne room of Dragonstone. My attention is on Raenon. Taking in all his features. It's moments like these I curse the Gods for forcing me to be around someone so attractive.
It's like being around Jaime when we were out drinking. Women looked through me like I was a ghost. No man likes to be humbled so.
Especially considering how beautiful his two wives are. ~~~(POV: Raenon Targaryen)~~~
~~~(Location: Throne Room, Narrow Sea, Dragonstone)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 17 Years)~~~
~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~
The two men who have traveled all this way to Dragonstone stand at the bottom of the stairs. Looking at me with caution and worry. Danny stands on my right side, showing a united front of Valyrian power.
Margaery is on my left, sitting in a comfortable chair as she's gently fanned. My golden rose represents my ties to Westeros. My allies are waiting for me.
Varys is someone I've looked forward to meeting on several occasions. While his mind and web are to be admired, one shouldn't hand so much power to someone who can help in your downfall. He's my ally for now.
That may change in the future if he makes it necessary.
"Is it true?"
The confident voice of Tyrion takes away my thoughts regarding Varys. I look at the Lannister. Taking him in from what I can see. He's a person who's overcome strife, torture, and abuse.
Then again, he's the wealthiest dwarf that's ever lived. I doubt his life is compatible with those who have suffered in poverty.
"You'll have to be more specific, Lannister."
Dany is the one to answer him. Her voice is quick and steady. Commanding power as she speaks.
"That you can summon a magical sword that cuts through anything. You have the power to throw red fire from your hands."
Ahh, the stories of my fights in Freedom Bay have spread even to these lands.
"Are you truly able to bend the shadows to your will..."
His voice isn't eager or probing. Only cautious. Forever cautious. Trying to discern any information he can to help his odds of survival from here.
Instead of a verbal answer, I throw out my right hand, and the blade appears. Fake Breaker. I spin it around and shove the blade's tip into the ground. Resting my hand on the pommel, I lean back in the throne chair.
The ringing of the impact bounces around the room. Leaving a hollow sound within all those who hear it.
"Magic of Asshai was taught to me at a young age. After escaping The Shadow Lands, I learned the world was far bigger than the forever dark corner I was in."
My left hand becomes engulfed in fire.
"These flames... I've had them since I could remember. No one taught me this. These red flames are the reason I'm alive today."
Varys stares into the fire and gulps deeply as if he's seen it before. There is fear in the features of the men below me. I'm not here to intimidate them. The sword disappears, and so do my red flames.
"As it stands, these weapons are branded against my enemies. Whether you prove worthy of them has yet to be seen, Tyrion."
He flinches slightly as I emphasize his name. He doesn't speak immediately; he looks at Varys for help. But all Varys does is ignore him.
"The Spider has told me you'll be an invaluable asset in securing the Iron Throne for Targaryen blood. The only Lannister worth sparing."
It's not long before he lowers his head in shame.
"King Raenon."
This time, it's Varys who speaks.
"Tyrion is the only Lannister I've seen who cares for more than just himself. His actions are greater than any man who calls him dwarf."
That's quite the endorsement for the man. Even Tyrion looks a little surprised at the vote of confidence. It's not the first time I've been told someone would be useful.
"How can I be certain you won't stab us in the back when the time comes? Tell me, Tyrion. Should I trust you?"
I lean forward on my throne, and all silence leaves the room as I focus solely on Tyrion. He doesn't flinch or show weakness under my gaze.
"No, you shouldn't trust me. I'm a Lannister, after all."
That is an interesting answer, to be sure. The shocked look from Varys tells me he thinks the same. I lean back on my throne. Staring at the man.
"I've been spit on, shit on, cursed, and abandoned. My last name is Lannister, and that'll never change. But I can't go back. The fate I'll meet there is worse than here."
Sound logic.
I can see why he was chosen as Hand of the King and Master of Coin at two points. His resentment for his family will never change. I can see it in his eyes.
"Wise words."
A smile appears on my lips, and a thought enters my mind. One that I know will work. Methods to prove loyalty exist. None such ways would a noble like Tyrion even do. He'd rather die than commit them.
There is another option for those.
"I'll take you under House Targaryen, Tyrion."
He doesn't react, knowing something else is coming.
"On what condition?"
Instead of letting me continue, he finishes the line of thought for me.
"You take Casterly Rock in my name, and I'll name you Master of Coin."
His face falls, and I can see the thoughts of me being a cruel man pass in his eyes.
"If you do this, not only will you become my Master of Coin. You'll be named the sole heir of House Lannister. I'll give you Casterly Rock."
I stand up as the words leave my lips, and I start to descend the stairs.
"I won't kill you if you refuse."
They both look at me as I stand in front of them. Taller than either of them.
"If you do this, you'll prove to me you're more than what people say about you. Just as I've demonstrated, I'm more than what people say about me."
My attention turns to Varys.
"You have proven your loyalty and allegiances, Varys. You're my Master of Whispers. If you wish to help Tyrion in his task, I'll allow it."
Tyrion hasn't spoken yet. My eyes turn back to him, and he looks up at me.
"You don't need to answer now. Spend a few days thinking about it. We'll send you on your merry way if you change your mind."
With those words, I turn my back and ascend the stairs. Walking to Margaery and helping her up. Together, we go to Dany and leave through the side door. Allowing Varys and Tyrion to talk about whatever it is they want to talk about.
~~~(POV: Tyrion Lannister)~~~
~~~(Location: Balcony, Narrow Sea, Dragonstone)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 37 Years)~~~
~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~
Varys stands next to me as we look out into the ocean. Dragons circle above. Roaring and hunting in the water. Diving in and coming up with mouthfuls of fish.
The largest of them is flying near the Dragonmont.
"What do you plan to do?"
That's the million Gold Dragon question. Varys has helped me a great deal. Getting me even this far has cost him a great deal.
"First, I have to find a way to take Casterly Rock. My sister and her children are there. It's a viper's nest that I feel is just as dangerous as Kings Landing for me."
Raenon said I have to take Casterly Rock in his name. He didn't offer any troops, and he didn't provide any help from his dragons.
It's really a test. To see how badly I want to be on the winning side of this. Exile is starting to look more and more appealing. Taking off to Essos. It would've been an option, but most of Essos is controlled by House Targaryen.
The Free Cities are an option, but I'd be treated even worse than I've ever experienced. I've relied on my name and coin my whole life. Without it, I'd not last a week there.
"Might I give a suggestion?"
At this point, my only hope for a good life is aligned with House Targaryen.
~~~(POV: Daenerys Targaryen)~~~
~~~(Location: Jae & Aly's Room, Narrow Sea, Dragonstone)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 17 Years)~~~
~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~
Rae spins his children around the room as they give giggles of joy and happiness. Margaery is resting in the corner near the window. Hand sliding over her belly as she watches Rae. I see the slightly solemn look in her eyes, and I approach her.
Taking a seat and letting her feet rest on my lap. Gently massaging them as I do. She looks at me with a smile.
"Do you think he'll love the ones coming as much as the ones he's already got..."
My brother already has three children. Jae, Aly, and Daenys. He adores them more than anything in the world.
"I don't see why he wouldn't, Mary. He'll love them more than he loves himself and us. Just as a father should."
I use her nickname as I whisper. Rae has his pet nickname for her, and I use the one we've developed for familiarity.
Her eyes turn away from mine, and we both look at Rae. He's helping them pretend to fly.
My heart breaks a little... They're growing up so fast... I wish days like these would last forever... ~~~(POV: Daenerys Targaryen)~~~
~~~(Location: Outside Margaery's Birthing Room, Narrow Sea, Dragonstone)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 17 Years)~~~
~~~(Date: 302 AC)~~~
"AAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
The turn of the year came with the final months that followed them, and Margaery had reached a size I had never in my three pregnancies.
"RAE!!!"
Mary... My dear friend... The time has come for her to bear the children she's carrying. I place my hand on the door and slowly open it. News reached me only a few minutes ago, and I've raced up here as fast as possible.
Rae is already sitting beside her, holding her hand as she cries out in pain. Calling out his name for comfort in this time of terrible pain.
She sees me enter the room, and a brief smile forms on her before it disappears. The sweat flies off her brow as she throws her head back, wailing in pain as she does.
"IT'S COMING!!! THEY'RE COMING!!!!"
The words leave her with haste as she gasps for air. Maesters and nurses wait at the bottom of the bed as some of them tend to the mother herself. Rae holds her hand as she pushes. Her knuckles turn white as she screams.
I make my way over to her and take the spot on the other side of the bed. Giving her other hand another to hold. She wastes no time taking the hand of support.
"UUUAAAGGG!!!"
A sound comes from Mary's lips. One mixed of a groan and a scream. Her hand grips mine tightly, and she takes another deep breath.
"RRRAAAAAHHHH!!!"
This time, it's a wail of effort and struggle.
"WAAA!!"
The sounds of a babe fill the room, and all our heads turn to see. Mary's pushing efforts are halted as we watch the babe be taken to the table at the corner of the room. Its cries never stopping. That is a good sign. Strong lungs and a voice to match.
"Lady Tyrell! You must keep pushing! There is another head!"
One of the Maesters brings the news that Mary isn't done yet. My attention turns to my good sister, and she's exhausted. Sweat and tears pour from every orifice.
Rae moves closer and helps lift her head. Kissing the side and whispering something in her ear. It's enough to light a fire in the woman as she takes a deep breath and sits up straight with the help of my brother.
"GET OUT OF ME!!! UUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!!!"
Another screaming voice full of struggle and pain comes from Mary. All I can do is look on in support. I'm a mother of three, but I've never given birth to more than one babe.
Her hand tightens around mine, and the same is said for Rae. He moves his body so Mary has him to lean on as she pushes. Seeing him do this for her shows how important this is to him. He did the same for me.
"WAAAHHH!!!"
Another cry comes between Mary's legs, and she collapses in Rae's chest. Resting her sweat-covered body against him. His arms wrap around her, helping her keep straight.
"Ha... Ha... Ha..."
The labored breathing of my good sister echoes in my mind. The same heavy breaths I had when I had given birth.
Both cries of the babes in the corner of the room take the attention of Mary. The Maester inspects to ensure no more children are coming, and he gives the all-clear. Mary is done with her pregnancy and her birth.
Two nurses bring the bundles to us, handing them to Mary. Rae leans over and looks at the two children.
"A boy and a girl, your Grace."
Just like Rae and me...
Mary's eyes start unleashing tears that aren't of pain but of joy. She hands the boy to Rae, and he holds him with the expertise of a father. Soon, the room clears out after the Maesters clean up and take care of everything.
It takes around an hour for them to do so, but everything has turned out well. The only ones left in the room are the three of us.
"They have your eyes, Rae... The white tufts of hair show they didn't take after me..."
The Targaryen blood is strong in the babes. That much is seen by how much they've taken after Rae.
"That they have... You've done so well, Mary... More than I ever asked of you."
He stands up with the child and gently rocks him in his arms. Mary has been thinking of names for a long time, and I don't know if Mary and Rae have talked about it. Perhaps Margaery gets to name one and Rae the other.
I move closer to the bed and take a seat on it. Wrapping an arm around Mary in a show of support.
"Blessed with a son and daughter on your first try. Lived to see them and will live to watch them grow. You're a great woman, Margaery. Not many can say they've done what you did today."
The words leave my lips as I know of only one royal to survive birthing twins, and that was Rae and I's mother. Queen Rhaella Targaryen.
"I didn't think I'd survive. You hear terrible stories about it. About childbirth. But now, they're here, and I never want to let them go."
Rae returns to the bed as Mary finishes talking, and he snuggles up on the other side of her. All three of us are huddled together as we look at the babes resting their tired forms.
"We talked about names... Have you decided on them?"
This is where I can't enter the conversation. Mary and Rae are the ones who decide the names of the babes. I only hope their names are worthy of the souls that carry them.
Rae gently gives their son to Mary and trades him for the daughter.
"I've decided her name shall be Rhaella Targaryen. In honor of our mother. It's only fitting that the woman who gave me life should have her name for one of my daughters."
He gently kisses the babes forehead as he speaks. I can't stop the tears from falling. It's incredible how much our family has grown...
"You should be the one to name our son. I'll not rob you of the right, my golden rose."
She smiles brightly as new and wet tears fall. She holds her son close and gently rocks him in her arms. I don't know what she'll name the boy, but I hope it's one that can carry the name of Targaryen.
"Rhaegar. His name will be Rhaegar."
I kiss the side of my sister's head as she decides to honor our dead eldest brother. Rhaella and Rhaegar. The firstborn twins of Raenon and Margaery.
A fine bloodline. House Targaryen and House Tyrell.
The future of our family is bright.
~~~(POV: Raenon Targaryen)~~~
~~~(Location: Balcony Connected To Bedroom, Narrow Sea, Dragonstone)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 17 Years)~~~
~~~(Date: 302 AC)~~~
Mary is soundly sleeping in the room behind me. The babes are being taken care of in another room. My second wife needs her rest, and she's taking it. As my thoughts rest on my two new children, the soft footsteps of a woman take my attention.
I turn around to my sister-wife. She's in a partially see-through gown. Showing off her best parts to me in a subtle way. She moves closer to me and places her hand on my bare chest. All I'm wearing are my cotton leggings.
"A father of five now... How does it feel..."
She leans in closer to me. Whispering in my ear as she does. She presses her body against mine and turns mine weak. She guides me to a couch on the balcony and sets me down.
Crawling onto my lap as she takes the top. Her hands glide through my hair, and her lips close to mine. Taking them without hesitation. Only parting for breath and my answer to her question.
"It's unbelievable... To come so far in such a short amount of time... We're almost there..."
Dany's hand ran along my muscles. Her breathing becomes heavy as she does. It's a pace that I'm familiar with. And one I'm sure she's been waiting for.
"After you left... I thought of myself with child again, but my bleed came. Denying me another... Now that you're here... I don't want to waste any time..."
Ah... Her goals are known now... She wishes for another child... A fourth from my sister... Three is already a lot from one woman... I worry if her body can handle giving more...
"What do you say... Care to give me another..."
Our kisses only part for breath and to speak. My hand glides up and down her back and finds the familiar place on her rear end. Squeezing them hard and moving them around in my hands.
Her head sinks into my nape as I play with her body.
"Then we shant waste time, my dragoness."
If my sister wants another child, I shall not deny her that. We've come too far and love each other too much to deny one another what we desire.
Another child isn't something I'm against.
In fact, I look forward to seeing her pregnant again. She has a certain glow about her.
A look that I find irresistible.
"Here's to you making me so before you leave again..."
Her breathless words are the last that is spoken before our passions take us.