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Dragonstone
Princess Helaena was settled in her seat, her silver-gold hair cascading down behind her back. Alicent stood behind her, slowly braiding her hair into a looping bun, her fingers careful and meticulous. Helaena remained silent, her thoughts wandering to what laid ahead. Aemond and Jacaerys’ wedding was fast approaching, it would take place that evening at sunset. Her and her family traveled from King’s Landing to Dragonstone, where the private wedding would be held.
Even though Rhaenyra gave Jacaerys the option if he wanted to also marry Helaena in order to sire heirs, the crown prince decided to wed her in addition to Aemond. He was in love with Aemond, but he understood the duty of having heirs to continue his line, and was only marrying Helaena out of duty.
The wedding would be one of old Valyrian traditions, rather than in the name of the Faith of the Seven. The High Septon refused to officiate the wedding, declining the opportunity.
“I want you to know,” said Alicent, “that you should not feel obligated to feel anything for Prince Jacaerys. I even advise you not to give in to any feelings for him. In order to protect your own heart.”
“I know,” replied Helaena quietly, “I have love for Jacaerys, but I understand this is for our duty only.” the Princess was solemn in her response, but she understood and accepted the nature of how things had to be. Alicent nodded silently, her fingers continuing to move through Helaena’s hair as she tied the braid with a final securing knot. She stepped back, admiring her handiwork while considering her daughter’s words,
“Good, I am glad you understand.” She walked around to face Helaena, kneeling before her and held Helaena’s hands in her lap. “You are making a sacrifice, one for the entire Realm.”
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The Painted Table room is filled with an air of urgency as Rhaenyra and her Small Council gathered for a quick update on the ongoing war in Dorne. Time was running short, the wedding impending. Rhaenys stepped forward, providing her report with a serious tone,
“My Queen, we’ve suffered more losses. Twelve-hundred men lost at two battles for Vaith. We have yet to capture the castle after two attempts. Our men are facing heavy resistance in the Boneway, and the cost is mounting the longer no dragons are present.” The Hand of the Queen stood dressed in a dark and elegant gown of deep blue, a rich hue, a tribute to her lord husband’s house’s colors. The skirt of her gown cascaded around her, giving a sense of movement and grace. Her silver hair was arranged in a crown braid atop her head, and a golden seahorse clip adorned on the back of her head.
“We may have to reconsider our strategies after the wedding.” sighed Rhaenyra. She stood at the head of the table, on the side of the North. She looked to the other end of the table, where Dorne was located. Her expression was a mixture of frustration and determination. The news of heavy losses in Dorne weighed heavily on her shoulders.
The Queen stood in a beautiful gown of crimson silk, its vibrant hue symbolizing her power as monarch. The gown clung to her slender frame, drawing attention to her regal bearing. Its collar was wide and low, nearly exposing her shoulders. The body of the dress is intricately embroidered with golden thread, patterns woven into a design of intertwining dragons.
Maester Gerardys entered the room, and eyes turned to him as he approached the Painted Table. Rhaenyra realized it had to be time, the impending wedding ceremony, and as she looked at the Maester she murmured to herself,
“The wedding…” she had lost track of the time, “Thank you, Maester. We will be there shortly.”
“And also, your grace, the guests have arrived.” added Gerardys. The Small Council members began to leave the room, but Rhaenyra and Rhaenys walked side by side slowly, being the last to leave.
“I thought the wedding was going to be small and private?” asked the elder Princess.
“It is, I only invited a handful of guests. I extended an open invitation to others as well, but I don’t expect many to come.” noted Rhaenyra.
“Actually, your grace, “Gerardys cleared his throat, “A ship has docked, an entire ship of guests.” Rhaenyra and Rhaenys looked at one another for a moment, stunned.
Rhaenyra rushed down the hall and stepped out onto a balcony, her eyes widening as she looked down below the castle and towards the entry gateway. The sight before her was unlike anything she had expected. A procession of guests, numbering well over three dozen, made their way towards the castle. She could not believe that the lords and ladies of the Seven Kingdoms were actually going to show their support to her son.
“The Velaryons brought their own vassals,” mentioned Gerardys, standing behind Rhaenyra and Rhaenys on the balcony, “also have arrived the Starks, Arryns, Tully’s, Lannisters, and Tyrells.”
“It appears the Great Houses have come to show their support,” said Rhaenys with a small smile. Rhaenyra was in disbelief.
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The location for the wedding ceremony was picturesque; a grassy hill at the edge of a steep cliff, overlooking the vast ocean. The white and gold flowers formed a beautiful backdrop for the traditional Valyrian officiant, and the sea breeze added a touch of natural ambience to the atmosphere. The guests had settled in, watching as the royal family arrived at the ceremony. They stood at the front of the small crowd of about forty-plus attendees. On one side stood Aegon with his step-sons Luke and Joffrey. Beside Aegon was his younger brother Daeron. Behind them was Princess Rhaenys and her lord husband, Lord Corlys, and their granddaughters Ladies Baela and Rhaena.
Behind the royal family were many nobles of the Great Houses and their vassals. The Northern lords were present in full force, including Cregan Stark and his younger brother, Lord Bolton, Lord Karstark, and Lord Manderly. Lady Jeyne Arryn and several of her vassals, including Lord Sander of Gulltown, were present. The Lannister twins, Jason and Tyland, were there along with their wives, and Lady Jacinta of Ashford. The dynamic and leading sisters of the Reach, Ladies Elinor and Elayne of Highgarden were in attendance, accompanied by their vassals from the Reach.
The presence of the dragons in the sky added a touch of wild and magnificent beauty to the scene. Vhagar and Vermithor perched majestically on opposite hills; Vhagar on the left of the ceremony, and Vermithor on the right. Their watchful gaze fixed on the ceremony. Dreamfyre gracefully joined Vermithor, the light blue dragon landing in a muffled thunder on the grassy knoll. The other dragons circled above, their calls echoing across the landscape - Sunfyre, Arrax, Syrax, and Moondancer. Their presence was a constant reminder of the power and legacy of House Targaryen.
Prince Aemond stood beside the officiant, his face a mix of anticipation and nervousness. He wore a doublet of rich white fabric, flowing over his muscled form. Embroidered along the edges of the doublet and encircling the cuffs were intricate patterns of golden and red thread, the designs reminiscent of dragons and flames. A black cloak of silk hung behind him, his hair was pulled back into a neat double-braided pony-tail, revealing the sharp lines of his face, and his eyepatch covering his scarred eye.
The first to come into view was Princess Helaena, escorted by her mother, Alicent. She looked breathtaking in a sleeveless gown of silver and white. Her long silver-gold hair was crowned with braids and also a circlet of gold flowers. She walked down slowly and steadily down the white carpet, her eyes staring between the officiant and Aemond.
Finally, Prince Jacaerys made his appearance, slowly walking down the aisle, accompanied by his mother, Queen Rhaenyra. Dressed in a white and gold doublet, like his betrothed Aemond, but with a white cloak down his back. Jacaerys looked determined and proud, a far cry from his usual cheeky demeanor.
The officiant began the ceremony with haste, speaking in the ancient tongue of High Valyrian. Helaena spoke her vows first, her voice clear but also solemn, addressing both Aemond and Jacaerys. Aemond followed suit, his usually stern face was softened with a hint of vulnerability. Lastly, Jacaerys took his turn, his voice firm and resolute as he vowed before the officiant and the guests in attendance.
Jacaerys gave his kiss first to Helaena, standing at his left. His lips met hers in a soft and affectionate gesture, and Helaena returned the kiss. Her hands rested gently on his chest as they shared the brief, and their first, moment of intimacy. Jace then turned to Aemond, a flicker of nervousness in his eyes. They met in a tender kiss, Aemond lifting Jace’s chin with a gentle touch of his fingers.
Within the castle of Dragonstone, the wedding feast was in full swing. Servants bustled about, carrying platters of food and pitchers of wine to the long tables where the invited guests were seated. The hall was filled with the sounds of laughter, music, and conversation, the atmosphere joyous and celebratory.
The decorations reflected the mix of Targaryen and Velaryon heritage - dragon motifs and sea elements blended together. The tables were set with white table linen and silver cutlery, the candles provided a soft glow throughout the room. The scent of roasted meats, spiced vegetables and sweet treats filled the air.
As the feast winded down, guests gave their congratulations to the three spouses, and soon was time for them to retire to their room. The time had come for the bedding ceremony. Aemond, Jacaerys, and Helaena made their way through the corridors of Dragonstone towards the large bedroom that had been prepared for them.
The air was thick with anticipation and a touch of apprehension. Helaena stood behind the two young men as she followed them, her eyes were low. They approached the door to the room and stopped, a moment of silence passing between the three of them before Aemond reached out and opened the door.
Aemond observed the tension emanating from Helaena. He could sense her anxiety over the prospect of what was to come. As they entered the marital chamber, Aemond’s eyes met those of Jace before he spoke.
“I think I’ll give you two some time alone for now,” he said to them both. He knew why Helaena was even included in the marriage, for one purpose only. “I’ll go and… occupy myself elsewhere for the time being.” Aemond turned towards Jace, their lips met in a tender and brief kiss for their short, temporary, goodbye. He whispered to Jace,
“Find me after.” Aemond then turned towards Helaena. He paused for a moment, conflicted about how to say goodbye to her. He then leaned in to kiss her gently on her cheek, a show of affection but with slight trepidation. He spared one last glance at both Jace and Helaena before he turned and quietly left the room.
Helaena made her way to the bed. The soft candlelight cast a dim glow over the room’s interior, creating an intimate atmosphere. Her fingers found the laces of her dress at the back and slowly started to unfasten them one by one. Jacaerys approached Helaena from behind, offering his assistance as she began to struggle with some of the laces. She nodded silently, allowing him to take over the task. His fingers replaced hers, delicately pulling the laces apart.
Jace watched in awe and curiosity as the fabric of Helaena’s dress fell away, revealing the smooth skin of her back and shoulders. The soft glow of the candlelight cast a warm glow over her skin, accentuating her slender form and highlighting the slender curves of her body. His eyes traced over the expanse of her bare back, her shoulders. There was some admiration in his gaze, but a heaping feeling of apprehension.
Helaena turned to face Jace, revealing the front of her naked body to him. Jace gulped nervously upon seeing her breasts, and looked back up to her eyes. She focused on undoing his clothes now, taking off the clasp of his cloak, removing it from his shoulders, unbuttoning his coat and shirt.
With their clothes now fully discarded on the floor, the pair stood in front of one another at the bedside, both exposed and naked. The awkward silence between them as their eyes roamed over each other’s bodies, taking in the sight before them.
“We… we don’t have to do this now…” murmured Jace softly. Helaena reached out and touched Jace’s chest with the tips of her fingers. She looked up at him with wide eyes. She did not seem entirely opposed to continuing.
“It’s alright.” she responded in a whisper. Her voice carried a quiet confidence that seemed to echo her consent to continue. Jace felt a shiver run down his body upon feeling her gentle hands. He gently brushed aside some of Helaena’s long hair, his hand moving behind her neck to cradle her head.
His fingers traced the line of her jaw as he looked directly into her eyes. Jace moved closer and pulled her towards him as their lips met in a deep and tender kiss. The initial hesitancy gave way to a growing hunger and intensity. His arms slowly wrapped around her slender frame, holding her close to her frame. Their lips moved together in a slow, fluid rhythm, their bodies pressed close together.
Jace felt his cock brush against her inner thigh, it was becoming slightly hardened. He slowly rolled his hips, grinding himself into her. He felt the shaft of his cock rub against her groin.
Helaena broke their kiss and slowly stepped back and sat down on the bed. She shifted her body backwards, resting against the soft bedding as she looked up at Jace. His eyes followed her every move. She waited, and then Jace joined her. He laid beside her, one leg over one of hers, and he leaned propped up on an elbow to continue kissing her.
Helaena reached a hand upward, running through his thick, curly brown hair. Her fingers gently tangled in the locks, pulling him slightly closer as they explored each other with their mouths. Jace continued to kiss her deeply, using one other hand to reach down to her breasts. He held one of them, squeezing slightly, running a finger around a nipple. Helaena let out a soft gasp, but continued to kiss her husband. She kept both hands on Jace, one around the back of his head, and the other cupping and caressing his face.
Jace’s fingers slid down her torso, past her belly, and he slowed to a stop right above her groin. His heart was racing. He then continued downward, feeling her bare cunt. He hadn’t ever felt a woman’s genitals before, and it was surely different than fondling a cock. He rubbed his hand against the lips of her cunt. Helaena let out another soft gasp, pausing her kissing. Jace held his lips over hers, their hot breaths intermingling.
Jace rubbed a bit harder, sliding some of his fingers between her cunt’s lips. He slid a single finger slightly, feeling wetness. He shifted his body to lay on top of her, just hovering above her body as he was on his knees and hands. Helaena looked down briefly at Jace’s hardened cock, pointing right at her cunt. She then looked up at him with wide eyes, holding his face with her soft hands.
“Are you ready?” whispered Jace. Helaena nodded silently and closed her eyes. Jace used his knees to spread her legs apart slightly. He held his cock with one hand and slowly lowered, poking it in her cunt. He held it still for a moment, unable to slide it in. Jace huffed, slightly impatient and awkward. He rubbed his cock back and forth, spreading the wetness and lubricating the head of his cock.
He then pushed in, going inside of her just about an inch. Helaena held her breath, her hands clung to Jace’s shoulders. Jace pulled back slightly, then pushed in a bit deeper. He pulled out, then pushed in deeper, half of his cock now inside her. He then pushed in deeper, sliding his entire cock inside of her.
Jace lowered his body on top of Helaena’s, his own chest pressing against her breasts. He started to thrust, letting out low huffs as his breathing intensified. Helaena opened her eyes, feeling a burning, lustful, sensation in her body. Jace could feel her cunt throbbing against his cock, and he continued to grind his hips, fucking her slowly and steadily. He kept a rather serious and still expression on his face, one of determination and focus.
Jace made eye contact with Helaena and then looked away, feeling a bit uncomfortable. It was both a feeling of strangeness and confusion that he was fucking the young woman he grew up with. He closed his eyes, his cock was throbbing hard now. He could not deny that fucking her felt good, sliding his thick cock in and out of her. He started to thrust faster, his breathing becoming heavier.
Helaena wrapped her arms around Jace’s back, and he pressed his body hard against hers. He pushed his hips hard, his entire body shifting back and forth as he fucked. He was getting close.
“Almost there…” groaned Jace softly, he kept his eyes closed. Helaena moaned softly, her face close in the crook of Jace’s neck, his long curly hair brushing against her face. Jace opened his eyes, feeling himself cum, and his breath hitched loudly. He gave a twitching thrust, pushing hard into her, and his wife gasped. Jace kept still, feeling his cock throb twice more, before relaxing.
He slowly got off of Helaena, moving to her side. She laid still, opening her eyes and looking up at the ceiling. She reached for the blanket to her left side, pulling it over her body, covering herself. Jace’s eyebrows furrowed with curiosity and a bit of disappointment. He wondered if she still felt uncomfortable.
“Are you alright?” asked Jace in a whisper. Helaena nodded silently, her fingers clinging to the edge of the blanket she held over her breasts. She turned to look at him, Jace’s forehead was slightly glistening with some sweat.
“You can go see Aemond now,” said the Princess in a gentle, accepting, voice. Jace was puzzled. Was she trying to get rid of him? His expression turned to puzzlement and the words hung in the air leaving him disoriented. His eyes searched hers, trying to understand the intentions behind her statement. He sat in silence for a brief moment before responding,
“Do you… not want me to stay?” he asked, his voice uncertain.
“No, it’s not that.” she shook her head subtly, looking up at Jace with wide eyes, “I know you love Aemond. You should go to him now. I know he’s waiting.” Jace felt some kind of relief that Helaena understood the pull he felt towards Aemond. He met her eyes, his own gaze wide with a sense of relief. Jace leaned over and kissed Helaena on her lips, caressing her face gently. He brushed aside some of her messied silver hair, taking one last look into her eyes.
Helaena watched as Jace got up and found a pair of loose trousers and a light tunic shirt, preparing to go find Aemond. She laid in bed in silence, exchanging one last look with Jacaerys before he left the room.
Rhaenyra & Aegon
The Queen and her Prince Consort had retreated to their shared bedroom for the night. It had been Rhaenyra’s room during her six years of residing on Dragonstone, and she had taken great joy in showcasing all her trinkets and possessions to Aegon that she left behind. Old swords hung on the wall, serving as trophies and reminders of previous battles and victories by their ancestors. Bronze sculptures stood in the corner of the room, adding a touch of artistry to the dull gray space.
Dressed in nightwear, the two were ready to retire for the night. Rhaenyra moved towards the bed, prepared to slide under the covers.
“Rhaenyra,” said Aegon, standing in the middle of the room.
“What is it?” she asked, lifting up one of the blankets, she had almost climbed into bed.
“Dance with me.” he said with a pleading smile.
“Dance?” she repeated, a hint of surprise in her voice, “Now? Here? There is no music.” she chuckled softly. She couldn’t help but walk over to him, her curiosity growing alongside her amusement. Aegon held out his hands and she met them with her own, feeling the warmth and firmness of his grasp. With a gentle tug, he pulled her close, their bodies now pressed together in an intimate dance.
They began to move together, their bodies swaying in a slow, intimate embrace. As they danced, their eyes stayed fixed on each other. They didn’t need any music to guide them; their connection was enough. Rhaenyra’s lips curled into a smile. Aegon leaned in, drawn to her smile, and pressed his lips against hers.
“It feels like there’s nothing else that matters in the world.” whispered Rhaenyra, and they slowly came to a stop. Aegon embraced his Queen tightly, his hands running down her lower back. The silence in the room intensified the intimacy of the moment.
“There is nothing else,” Aegon said, “that matters in the world to me.” Rhaenyra felt her heart flutter, a warmness surging across her entire body. But she could not help thinking about the world they would return to once the night was over.
“I must admit,” she began, “I fear what storm we will walk into when we return to King’s Landing.” Aegon could sense her concern and held her tighter, attempting to provide a sense of comfort.
“We will face the storm together,” said Aegon confidently. Aegon’s hand moved to rest over Rhaenyra’s pregnant belly. A sense of responsibility of care filled his heart as he felt the subtle roundness of her abdomen growing.
The couple walked together to the bed, Rhaenyra got in first, allowing herself to rest against the soft sheets. Aegon slid off his trousers and shirt, and got into bed naked beside her. He laid down with a loud satisfied sigh. Rhaenyra couldn’t help but admire his body, and she looked at him with a smirk.
“What?” asked Aegon, even though he noticed Rhaenyra studying his naked body. He sat atop the bed’s blankets, his legs crossed, his bulge pronounced. Rhaenyra lowered her gaze, giving a more serious look at her husband. “Oh…” said Aegon playfully, “is there something you want?” Rhaenyra swung a pillow at Aegon’s chest and he chuckled. She turned onto her side, facing away from Aegon, crossing her arms.
“Oh no you don’t.” said Aegon with a low growl. He spooned Rhaenyra, lifting up her light night gown, revealing her bare legs, thighs, and butt. He cupped his body against hers, wrapping his arm around her lower abdomen. He slowly grinded his cock against her butt, sliding his hand further down to her groin. Aegon began to kiss Rhaenyra’s neck slowly, moving from her earlobe, down to her shoulder.
“You’ve figured it out,” teased Rhaenyra.
“Oh I have,” muttered Aegon between the slow, wet, kisses across her neck and shoulder. Aegon’s hand slid further down, rubbing her cunt and finding her clit. He began to rub it back and forth, tracing his fingers around it. Rhaenyra closed her eyes and gasped lightly. His cock slowly hardened, poking against where her two thighs laid closed together. Aegon rubbed her clit a bit faster with consistent rhythm, using two fingers. He hooked his fingers into her hole, pressing inside and rubbing longer strides.
Aegon felt Rhaenyra’s body quiver from the mounting pleasure, and the mounting heat. His fingers were becoming wet, and he smirked. He sucked on Rhaenyra’s soft skin on her neck, letting out a low growl.
“Does that feel good?” he asked in a low voice. She nodded,
“Y-yes,” she whispered. She turned to lay on her back, looking into Aegon’s eyes. Aegon shifted, letting her lay flat, but he kept his fingers in her cunt. His erect cock laid on her thigh, and they both glanced at it.
“Not yet,” whispered Aegon. He thrusted his fingers deeper in her, and she gasped louder. Aegon smirked. He inserted a third finger, rubbing consistently. Rhaenyra closed her eyes, clenching the bed sheets with her hands. Her chest rose and fell from her intensifying breathing. Aegon opened up her nightgown, fondling one of her breasts with his other hand.
Aegon quickly got up onto his knees, placing himself between Rhaenyra’s legs, preparing for what was to come next. He thrusted his fingers harder, rubbing her clit with his thumb, and she began to moan.
“Oh yes, fuck,” gasped Rhaenyra. Aegon smiled as he realized she was cumming. He leaned over her body and kissed her, taking out his wet fingers. Rhaenyra’s eyes were closed as she caught her breath, returning Aegon’s kiss.
Aegon looked down, holding his cock and rubbing it against her hole. He couldn’t wait any longer, pushing himself inside her. Rhaenyra gasped loudly again, and Aegon immediately thrusted into her.
“Oh fuck you’re wet,” groaned Aegon. He moved his hips quickly, keeping himself slightly off of her body and her small pregnant belly. Even though Aegon preferred to press his entire body against hers while fucking, he did not want to make her more uncomfortable than she already was while pregnant. However, while off her body, he could see more of her, and watch his own cock go in and out of her.
“Yes, Aegon,” panted Rhaenyra, holding her hands tightly around Aegon’s biceps. Aegon let out a deep and loud groan, an animalistic one at that.
“Fuck the gods,” moaned Aegon, he shifted his body hard against Rhaenyra’s pushing his cock in as deep as he could, “I’m cumming, fuck…” he exhaled loudly. He gave a final few thrusts and then slowed to a stop.
Aegon pulled himself out and off of Rhaenyra, collapsing right beside her, immediately closing his eyes. He held his face close to Rhaenyra’s, letting out a satisfied exhale. Rhaenyra chuckled quietly and caressed Aegon’s face,
“I liked that,”
“Me too,” said Aegon quietly, already drifting off into a sleep, “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Aemond
The newly wedded Prince was seated alone in a separate bedroom, silently immersed in a book when a soft knock on the door echoed through the room. He looked up, his focus momentarily interrupted, but a sense of anticipation washed over him.
“Enter,” said Aemond, closing the book and standing up from the table he sat at. The door opened and Jacaerys walked in, immediately locking eyes with Aemond. Jace shut the door and slowly walked into the room, holding his hands together nervously.
“Well… how was it?” asked Aemond, standing tall.
“I got it done and over with,” said Jace bluntly, his tone indicating a subtle desire to move past the subject. Aemond moved towards Jace slowly, the gap between them slowly closing. Just as they were about to meet, Jace lunged forward, and their lips crashed together in a fervent, passionate kiss. Jace let out a soft, almost involuntary whimper, his body tingling with pleasure and strong needs. Aemond’s touch sent shivers down his spine as his hands moved down Jace’s lower back, grabbing onto his ass tightly.
Aemond’s lips left Jace’s and moved to his neck, pausing there as he breathed in deeply, taking in the strong and sweet scent. The sweet scent filled Aemond’s nostrils, and something primal and possessive stirred within him. His breath was warm against Jace’s neck, sending tiny tremors throughout his body. He nuzzled his face into the crook of Jace’s neck, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.
Aemond easily lifted Jacaerys into his arms without much effort, Jace instinctively wrapped his legs around Aemond’s waist, holding on tightly. Aemond carried him towards the bed, each step bringing them closer to the soft comfort of the mattress and fur blankets. Aemond put Jace down on his back, and pulled off his trousers.
Jace took off his own shirt, kicking the pants away, and laid nakedly in the bed under Aemond’s watchful eye. Aemond paused, studying Jace’s body. He could see Jace was already erect.
“Didn’t get it all out of you, did you?” smirked Aemond. Jace scoffed in a teasing tone,
“Take off your clothes, enough talking.” Aemond did as his husband commanded, took off his shirt, his pants, and boots. Aemond slowly crawled onto the bed, over Jace, and between his legs. Aemond laid his cock on Jace’s, pressing against him with pressure. Jace let out a satisfied exhale, wrapping his arms around Aemond’s back.
“I’ve needed you… so… badly,” whispered Jace, his eyes widening. Aemond lastly took off his eyepatch and threw it across the room. Aemond bit his lower lip as he studied Jace’s face, his flushed cheeks, the rosy tip of his nose, and the plushness of his lips. He could still smell the sweet scent off of Jace, and it was making him feel harder.
“There’s something about you…” noted Aemond, “different.” Aemond’s hand unconsciously found its way to Jace’s lower belly, his touch was gentle and protective. Aemond’s eye flickered between Jace’s hand and his own hand, feeling more possessive.
Aemond got up slightly, spreading Jace’s legs apart, and sat on his knees. He lifted Jace up slightly, beginning to finger his hole. Jace groaned in a low whisper, feeling Aemond’s forceful fingers rub against his hole and slowly push inside.
“You’re soft, and loose…” noted Aemond, “you seem more ready for it than before.”
“Take me, Aemond, I need it, please.” said Jace in a submissive tone. Aemond held his cock at Jace’s hole, already wettened and slick. Aemond pushed his thick cock inside of Jace, and Jace smiled as he groaned, gasping loudly. Aemond then lowered his body over Jace’s once more, his cock entering deeper in his husband.
“Oh fuck,” whispered Aemond under his breath, “you feel good…”
“Give it to me,” murmured Jace, opening his eyes, and he wrapped his arms around Aemond’s toned back. Aemond could feel Jace’s hole throbbing, opening and gripping with each thrust, it was unlike anything he had felt before.
Aemond nipped at Jace’s neck, starting with gentle and tender bites, but then pressing his bite firmly on Jace’s neck. The bites started small but grew firmer with each passing moment, his teeth leaving reddened marks all over Jace’s skin. Jace whimpered, clawing his fingers into Aemond’s back passionately. Aemond reached one hand to Jace’s soft ass cheek, squeezing it tightly and grunting as he continued to fuck. Jace looked into Aemond’s eye, seeing the primal need to claim him badly.
Aemond was marking his husband, claiming him in the most physical and primal of ways, much more than words could do. He wanted to make sure that anyone who’d see those marks would know that Jace was taken, that he belonged to Aemond Targaryen and only Aemond Targaryen.
“Aemond,” moaned Jace, his breathing becoming heavier, his brows furrowing as he felt himself coming close to cumming. Aemond looked at Jace, hovering over his face, thrusting his hips hard and fast,
“I’m close, too.” said Aemond, already knowing that Jace was ready to burst, “I want to cum all over you,” whispered the silver haired prince.
“No,” Jace’s eyes opened wide, and he grabbed Aemond’s ass, keeping him close, “cum in me, I need it in me.” Aemond let out a low growl and smirked. Within a few strokes inside Jace’s wet hole, he felt it coming.
“Oh fuck, Aemond, yes,” cried out Jace, his cock bursting handsfree, his load shooting onto his belly and chest. Aemond grunted loudly, his muscles tensing as he fucked hard, spreading his seed inside of Jace. Jace smiled as Aemond collapsed into his arms, laying flat on his chest, feeling Aemond’s seed shoot inside of him.
“Oh gods,” sighed Aemond with satisfaction, giving a slow kiss on Jace’s neck after finishing. He went to move, but Jace held his hands firm on Aemond’s ass, making sure he didn’t pull out.
“Don’t move,” whispered Jace, “stay in me… just for a moment.”
“Hmm,” Aemond grumbled with a smirk, lifting his face to look into Jace’s eyes, “hoping my seed sticks?” His question was more of a teasing joke, but Jace nodded subtly. Aemond paid no mind to his response, and laid his head back down on Jace’s upper chest. Staying inside of his lover felt good anyway, keeping a warm and firm grasp over his cock.
“We did it,” mumbled Aemond, keeping his face buried in the crook of Jace’s neck, “you’re mine… for all to know.” he said possessively. Jace started to caress Aemond’s back, feeling the long scar that ran diagonally down his back. Aemond held his hand over his bites on Jace’s neck, they were tender and reddened. Aemond’s claim was clear and undeniable, the physical evidence of their union and Aemond’s possession etched into Jace’s skin. Jace donned a small smile and closed his eyes, letting out a sigh of relief and content before he responded,
“I am yours.”
Rhaenyra
The Red Keep
The day of the royal family’s return to King’s Landing happened days after the wedding. Though traditionally, the heir to the Iron Throne and their spouse would take residence on Dragonstone after marriage, Jace decided he wanted to stay in the Red Keep a bit longer, seeking closeness with his mother. Prince Aemond and Princess Helaena accepted Jace’s request without protest. Helaena was pleased to know she could still be near her family, and Aemond was content as long as he stayed close to his husband.
Rhaenyra was on her way to an upcoming Small Council meeting, which involved the presence of additional noble guests. She was to announce the appointment of a new Master of Coin, since Beesbury’s dismissal left the seat open, and make a few changes.
Rhaenyra soon entered the room where the Small Council was taking place. The members were already gathered around the table, standing and waiting for the Queen. Rhaenyra took her seat at the head of the table, where she greeted the members. Aegon, Alicent, Rhaenys, Jasper Wylde, Tyland Lannister, and Orwyle all looked back at her, ready for the meeting to begin.
Standing near the table in the room were Rhaenyra’s additional guests, Lady Elayne Tyrell, Lord Simon Staunton of Rook’s Rest, and Lord Gormon Massey of Stonedance. Simon Staunton and Gormon Massey were Lords of castles in the Crownlands; they had been very close with her father. They frequently offered him counsel and advice on various matters, earning his trust. Rhaenyra sought out their insights and experience once more, hence their presence.
Rhaenyra then began the meeting with a warm greeting,
“Good morning, it is good to see you all.” she said with a warm smile. There was a sense of formality and purpose in her tone, “We have much to discuss today. I have decided to make some changes to the Small Council, hence the invitation of Lady Elayne, Lord Simon, and Lord Gormon.” the Queen glanced over at the other end of the table, where standing in a line were the three guests. Elayne stood between the two men, she was younger than both of them.
“Lord Beesbury’s dismissal has left the seat of Master of Coin open,” continued Rhaenyra, “and thus I have decided to name Lord Gormon as the new Master of Coin. Lord Gormon possesses extensive experience and knowledge in managing financial affairs, often doing so unofficially for my father, the late-King. Lord Gormon,” Rhaenyra looked to the fifty-three year old man.
“My Queen,” Gormon bowed his head gratefully, “I am honored to have been named your Master of Coin. I shall serve you faithfully.”
“Lord Gormon, please take your seat.” said Rhaenyra, she gestured to the open seat next to Lord Jasper towards the other end of the table. Gormon Massey took his seat, leaving Simon Staunton and Elayne Tyrell still standing. Rhaenyra shifted her focus to the seventy-eight year old Lord Simon,
“Lord Simon has served my late father well for many years.” her voice carried respect for the elder lord, “he is known for his strong convictions and unwavering morals. His experience and dedication will make him a valuable asset to the Small Council. Thus, I shall be creating a new office and seat. Lord Simon shall be named Master of Justice.” she declared with authority. The room held a sense of anticipation as the other members took in this new development.
“As Master of Justice,” continued the Queen, “Lord Simon shall focus on ensuring a fair and legal justice system within the Realm. He shall oversee the administration of justice, and a new standardization of courts across the Realm. He shall work closely with Lord Jasper, Master of Laws.” Simon Staunton stepped forward.
“Thank you, your grace.” he bowed his head, “I am honored and grateful.” The Queen gestured to the open seat on the other side of Jasper, and Simon took his seat. There were now four members on each side of the table. To Rhaenyra’s right: Rhaenys, Simon, Jasper, and Gormon. To Rhaenyra’s left: Aegon, Alicent, Orwyle, and Tyland. There was one guest left, and one seat remaining at the other head of the table. Elayne Tyrell stood patiently.
“Finally, we come to Elayne of Highgarden, sister of the Regent of the Reach, Elinor Tyrell.” Rhaenyra’s gaze came to rest on Elayne, donning a sympathetic smile. “It is my understanding the Chamber of Lords is now ready to commence its work, its structure and protocols fully established and outlined in the Royal Charter. In the coming weeks, the Great Houses shall appoint their representatives to serve in the Chamber. In order to maintain a clear line of communication between myself, the Small Council, and the Chamber of Lords; Lady Elayne shall be appointed as Speaker of the Chamber.”
Elayne bowed her head gracefully, expressing her gratitude for the appointment. Rhaenyra gestured to the empty seat at the other end of the table, “Please take your seat, Lady Elayne.” said the Queen, her voice was warm and welcoming. The Lady from Highgarden dutifully stepped forward and took her seat at the end of the table, signaling the finalization of the Small Council’s composition.
Rhaenyra’s gaze traveled around the table, taking in the diverse group of individuals. She noted with satisfaction that four of the nine council members were women: Rhaenys, Alicent, Elayne, and herself. This was a significant step forward for the representation of women in the council, and in the government of the Seven Kingdoms. Rhaenyra couldn’t help but feel pride in this accomplishment.
“Grand Maester, I was told you had some news from the High Septon. I am sure it is regarding my son’s marriage to Aemond and Helaena.” Rhaenyra began to move onto the next topic. All eyes were on Orwyle. Orwyle took a short moment to gather his thoughts before speaking,
“The High Septon has expressed his opinion on the marriage,” he said, his voice laced with caution, “he considers it an extreme departure from House Targaryen’s customs, describing it as a break from all norms and traditions.”
“The High Septon seems to offer his opinions whenever he pleases,” Aegon chimed in with irritation, “even when no one asks for them.”
“Do we have a reason to worry about any additional comments or actions from the Faith?” asked Rhaenys in a cool and measured tone, shifting the question to the rest of the council.
“I have heard some stirs of whispers from many far southern lords,” mentioned Lady Elayne, “their discontent with the marriage.”
“This would be a better time than any other to bring it up,” exhaled Alicent nervously, “Lord Lanor of Crakehall withdrew his marriage proposal to Prince Daeron to his daughter… because of this.”
“What?” exclaimed Rhaenyra, “What does Daeron have to do with it?”
“It was ambiguous,” responded Alicent, “and I’d rather not delve into the details.”
“What did he say about my brother?” demanded Aegon, looking at his mother.
“Alicent,” Rhaenyra spoke sternly, “I trust you can tell that something more than ambiguous was said by Lord Lanor, and I need to know what it was.”
“He said,” began Alicent, “that he is worried Daeron may find a man more suitable than his own daughter, and did not want to risk that. He said he doesn't want to drag his House’s name so lowly…” Rhaenyra’s mind raced as she sat up straight in her chair, her hands now clasped together in contemplation.
“House Crakehall shall face retribution in some form,” she said confidently and bluntly.
“Your grace, this was anticipated,” Lord Tyland tried saying with a calm voice.
“It does not matter,” interrupted Rhaenyra, “House Crakehall will face consequences for the insult to my family. This is non-negotiable.” Rhaenyra eyed her new Master of Coin, Lord Gormon.
“Lord Gormon, we are to begin with raising Crakehall’s taxes by ten percent for the next three months. I’ll be damned if these petty lords think they can get away with sullying my House.” declared Rhaenyra, her determination was evident in her tone.
“As you wish, your grace.” nodded Lord Gormon.
“They think our power is solely rooted in our dragons,” Rhaenyra let out a scornful laugh, “I will make sure to extract every last bit of gold they possess. Oh, and House Beesbury and Honeyholt. Let us increase the taxes there as well.”
“Your grace,” Lord Jasper spoke up, “these taxes will only reflect harshly on you and the Wardens of those kingdoms.”
“Lord Jason and Lady Elinor have a firm grasp over their regions,” contested Rhaenyra, “if issues arise, I shall hear them.”
…
The meeting soon concluded and the council members departed. Rhaenys lingered behind, intending to speak with Rhaenyra in private. Rhaenyra, still seated, observed Rhaenys remaining in the room. The Hand had walked some of the members out, but then shut the door once they left.
“Talk to me plainly, Rhaenys.” sighed Rhaenyra. Rhaenys walked back over to the table and sat down next to Rhaenyra.
“I know you’re upset about Lord Crakehall’s decision,” Rhaenys’ voice was a mixture of seriousness but also motherly, “but you must consider the potential consequences of raising his taxes so severely - especially during wartime.”
“But I cannot appear weak as Queen, there must be consequences.” said Rhaenyra in a gentle, almost defeatist tone.
“I understand,” nodded Rhaenyra, “but consider the long-term impact of your decisions. This could create resentment and backlash from the other lords across the Realm.”
“So how do I respond to their disrespect of our House, of my son and his marriage to Aemond?” asked Rhaenyra, almost rhetorically. The Hand of the Queen paused for a moment, mulling over Rhaenyra’s question.
“Show your strength through acts that benefit the Realm.” suggested Rhaenys, “Through diplomatic or political maneuvers. Raising taxes on one or two Houses might send a message, but it could create animosity and division.” Rhaenyra nodded and sighed, taking in what Rhaenys had advised her.
“I do not wish to fight two wars,” continued Rhaenyra, “Conquering a kingdom pales in comparison to defending the right of my son to love who he wants to love. Maintaining order over my own subjects…”
Rhaenys put her hand on Rhaenyra’s, offering a comforting gesture.
“It is no easy burden to bear.” Rhaenys paused, “I wish I had your courage, to do the same for my own son.” Rhaenyra looked at Rhaenys, there was a glimmer of sadness appearing in the elder Princess’ eyes. Rhaenys’ admission caught Rhaenyra off guard, as she didn’t expect her to be so vulnerable. The Queen reminisced of her first husband, Laenor Velaryon. They had an agreement that they could lie with whoever truly pleased them, as long as it was in secret. Laenor had someone, his name was Qarl. Most in the family knew about this secret relationship, Rhaenys often acted like it didn’t exist. Rhaenyra could see the regret in Rhaenys’ eyes.
“You raised a true man,” noted Rhaenyra, comforting Rhaenys, “a gentle, compassionate man.” Rhaenys smiled faintly, a mixture of pride and sadness in her expression. She missed her children so dearly.
“He was,” agreed Rhaenys, “a kind and gentle soul.”
“And now,” continued Rhaenyra, “we can correct the things we regret. Our fates have not been sealed just yet."