Accordingly, the Princess Rhaenyra herself had just experienced having Ronan deep inside her.
With her love tunnel actually not being deep enough to hold all of his release... as she felt much of it abruptly plop from her opening.
No doubt dripping onto the sheets as she herself lay sprawled on the captain bed. Her soft front rested against softness, whilst her back and bottom were exposed for view.
Honestly, after such a round, she felt good. More than great even.
However, she also worried... for the pleasures she's being regularly given were noticeably getting better than the last.
Which were heavenly enough, so she feared that Ronan's diligent drive might very well just send her to the literal Seven Heavens eventually.
Her mother said childbed was the battlefield of women like them... but Rhaenyra felt that the upcoming marital bed was where many of her battles would ensue.
Or just about any other place can suffice... any place that Ronan has fucked her, can fuck her, or will fuck her.
He is just so much of a motivated fucker... perhaps with one-and-a-hundred more ways to send her climaxing.
For his skill was clearly growing... whilst his cock seems to be equally doing so.
A fact that she delighted in, yet dreaded also.
Then again, the Princess already mused herself to be accepting of such a fate... just as she's currently sunk herself into this bliss.
Of course, to disrupt her state, a sharp slap was delivered to her bum... with Ronan stating. "Come on, Rhae-rhae, no time to count your many cummings. The ship is already in position, and you know I have a dive to do. So, suit me up please."
Which made Rhaenyra sigh. "I was suiting you up... but then you just had to go dress me down."
"Uhm... it was only a quickie..." He sheepishly defended.
And at that, Rhaenyra stared. For he was not quick at all. Never was.
Still, she enjoyed it... and so, she respondingly helped him out as she could.
Just as she did during the prior ones. Shamelessly feeling up the chiselled figure of her man... teasing him with her naked own.
Granted, this suit of armor was tediously complex to put on... but it was well worth it.
An actual Royce bronze armor, runed with magical properties.
Which is astonishing enough and took a while for her to even comprehend... when it was finally shared with her, a soon-to-be-Lady of Runestone in a way.
With all that settled at her own pace... this suit just happens to be refitted by Ronan into a different use.
And it had a very unique look reminiscent of the squishers he's slain. Which earned him his new moniker.
As if he were one of the Deep Ones.
Something that the passing Pentos merchants and other Narrow Seafarers misunderstood... whenever they saw him wear his helm and then jump down into the sea.
Resurfacing hours later with an assortment of finds... that he's always shown off to the awaiting her.
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So, yeah... they were currently on a tour.
However, instead of Rhaenyra doing it to meet and greet with many suitors... like elderly Dondarrion and young Willem Bracken...
She was now just tagging along with him. Vacationing before their upcoming nuptials.
A pre-honeymoon of sorts.
Then again, Ronan was here to test out his new suit of armor and then some.
And even though Ronan didn't actually become some "King of the Narrow Sea" like Daemon did.
He sort of still became the unofficial Lord of said Narrow Sea.
And instead of having a driftwood headpiece as a crown... he's got a very hefty headgear for himself.
That was the perfect fit for this specialized armor he's tinkered about.
Cause he found the standard one boring... and thought his ancestors to be uninspired.
So, he designed this one.
One meant for deep sea dive... enchanted with Minecraft-esque Depth Strider runes and so many other scripts meant for undersea exploration.
Cause, why not?
Although it helped that the blood donators for all of these magical metals were the Deep Ones.
With their physiology and whatnot studied intensively by him as well... in the name of science.
Which led to their squamous scale structure inspiring him to develop a chainmail that also served as a wetsuit.
And it was just a matter of building up the pressure-resistant outer pieces from there. Encapsulating the whole body in a rather tedious yet ingenious way.
With the breathing apparatus to follow. Which were just runes nonetheless, concentrated and lined around the bulky headgear.
Yet he actually worked away from the bulbous round helmets that were used in old-timey diving dresses... towards a more aesthetic look.
Comic-inspired.
Yet it was no comic-al version of the Boy's Deep… and just part Aquaman.
For it was actually the one and only Black Manta.
Whitewashed and bronzewashed... to become the Bronze Manta!
With the iconic bug-eye turned blue, instead of red...
Cause the Ice Dragon's blood crystals were the closest equivalent to magical glass. Which he needed to rune with see-in-the-dark magic among other things, of course.
Either way, it's really squisher-esque and quite transformative... and from there, his odd new title as the Bronze of the Deep was born.
Granted, all of these complications were not for naught.
For his pearl farm was only part of the bigger picture... as he's long planned to scour the Narrow Sea and all the other Seas for all of its sunken loot.
Mountains upon mountains of loot.
To be found and marked by his aquatic "friends".
Case in point was his current dive... as he's circled around by a literal Sharknado... guiding him towards a very entrenched fleet.
Dilapidated by pressure and time... with ancient treasures to behold.
For the Bronze Manta with pseudo-Aquaman powers to take.