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150 AC
18 Years Later
Blackwater Bay
The waters of Blackwater Bay were often alive with activity - ships came and went, carrying with them passengers and cargo from the far reaches of the known world. And it had become a common sight in the last century and a half to see the dragons of House Targaryen flying overhead, their wings casting shadows over the water below. But on this particular summer night, a dragon not seen near the capital in decades now graced the skies over the bay.
Silverwing, with a rider perched upon her back, soared with grace through the cloudless darkness, the bay illuminated only by the shimmering glow of the moon. On the horizon was a soft golden glow - King’s Landing.
The wind whipped through the rider’s long silver-gold braids, strands of it dancing and whipping around in the air. She sat tall upon Silverwing’s saddle, her black doublet and cloak billowing behind her in the wind. Upon seeing the view of King’s Landing, her rider leaned forward, her eyes widening with a mix of wonder and determination.
Princess Valaena, daughter of Prince Jacaerys and Prince Aemond, now eighteen years old, was coming on approach to King's Landing. The Red Keep became larger and taller as she continued skimming across the bay. The Princess’s heart raced with anticipation and excitement as the city got near enough for her to see individual figures moving about within its walls.
However, bells began to toll from the city walls. A handful of towers began lighting large bonfires at their tops. Valaena’s heart skipped a beat,
“Daor, Silverwing!” commanded the princess, “Soves inkot,” ordering in High Valyrian to turn back. Silverwing let out a long call and roared as she banked to her left steeply. As the leathery gray dragon soared back the way they had come, Valaena looked back over her shoulder to see the city receding behind her. She did not want to return home so soon…
…
Valaena took off her riding gloves upon dismounting Silverwing in the Dragonmont, walking down the platform towards the inner tomb-like halls of the castle. Silverwing chirped tiredly, climbing down from the platform, and disappeared into the darkness of the cave. She walked confidently into the castle halls.
As Valaena turned a corner she ran into her father, Prince Aemond. Valaena’s confident stride came to a sudden halt as she saw him. The princess’s cheerful expression and the adrenaline coursing through her body vanished in an instant, like a candle being blown out.
“Oh, father…” said Valaena with a nervous chuckle. The thirty-six year old Prince Aemond stood with his hands clasped behind his back. His long silver hair cascaded down his shoulders, and he stood tall over his short daughter, staring down at her with one eye, and even his uncovered sapphire eye.
“Do not tell me you went to King’s Landing.” said Aemond in a calm, stern voice.
“Okay… I did not go to King’s Landing.” answered the princess lightheartedly, holding her shoulders tensely.
“Valaena…” sighed Aemond, shaking his head and turning around, “get a move on.” he gestured for her to continue down the hall with him. Valaena sighed and walked beside her father, her heart still racing from her encounter from nearing the city… and the thought of her father’s impending scolding.
“You’re a woman grown, you know full well that you cannot go to King’s Landing.” said Aemond in a scolding manner, mixed with frustration and disappointment, “The terms -”
“The terms are that we remain exiled on Dragonstone, banished from the mainland, I know father.” scowled Valaena. Aemond grabbed his daughter’s wrist, stopping her in the middle of the hallway.
“We are not banished.” hissed Aemond.
“What would you call it?” sneered Valaena defiantly, unafraid by her father’s imposing stare and figure. She snapped her hand out from his grasp. “They took papa’s throne from us.” said Valaena loudly, continuing down the hall. Aemond followed after her, sighing heavily, knowing that he had his hands full with his headstrong and fiery daughter.
“Valaena.” called Aemond again, and the princess slowed to a stop. She sighed with irritation before turning around to look at him. “If you fly out to King’s Landing again, I will have Silverwing’s saddle removed, and will order the Guard to bar you entry into the Dragonmont.” he said, his threat hung heavily in the air. Valaena’s defiance wavered for a moment, her bravado faltering in the face of her father’s ultimatum. She knew he would follow through on his words, and she loved Silverwing too much to risk losing that connection.
“Fine,” surrendered Valaena, “I hear you loud and clear, father.” Aemond held her gaze for a moment longer, silently gauging her response. He could see that she meant it this time, and perhaps this would be the end of their disagreements.
Once Valaena reached her bedroom, she changed into her nightgown. However, she had no intention of going to sleep just yet. Instead, she lit a candle at her desk, opened up an old book filled with drawings and text. She flipped through the pages until she reached a page she had bookmarked, a page detailing the history of King’s Landing. On one entire page was a drawing of the Red Keep. Her eyes slowly traced over the intricate details.
As she looked at the drawing, she couldn’t help but feel a wave of sadness and longing in her heart. She quietly whispered,
“I will make you my home one day… for all of us.”
…
The next morning, Valaena walked into the dining hall, her head pounding with a headache that only seemed to worsen at the sound of her brothers’ bickering at the table. She massaged her temples and tried to suppress a groan as she took her seat. She sat at the right side of the table, near the head of the table that still remained open. Across from her on the right side of the table sat her brothers; twins Aethan and Aenar.
Aethan and Aenar were identical twins, only seventeen years old. Though both shared the same silver-gold hair, their features were distinct from each other. Aethan was leaner, with a wiry frame and a head of wavy hair that just touched his shoulders. He also had light freckles across his nose and cheeks. Aenar, on the other hand, was more muscular and his hair mirrored their father Aemond, although he had a more unique hairdo: two braids that formed into one from the sides to the back of his head.
The table was set with plates of steaming food, but the siblings were too preoccupied with their squabble to notice the food in front of them. An additional two plates of food were brought, one that would be for the children’s parents.
“I’m telling you, you nitwit, our dragons will grow faster since we don’t have a Dragonpit.” scowled Aenar, “They’ll become big like fathers.”
“You’re the nitwit,” retorted Aethan, rolling his eyes, “how are they supposed to grow when they’re stuck on this blasted island and in the Dragonmont? At least in King’s Landing, they could roam the continent for more food.”
“Could you both take it down a notch?” groaned Valaena, rubbing her eyes. The twin boys paused their arguing and looked at their sister.
“What’s got you in twisted britches?” asked Aenar bluntly.
“I’ve got a headache.” Valaena grumbled, picking up her silverware to begin eating her breakfast. Aethan scoffed and focused on starting his meal too.
“You were up all night reading again, weren’t you?” questioned Aenar, “You better slow down, you’ve already burned through half of the archives.”
Before Valaena could respond, their fathers, Aemond and Jacaerys entered the room. The two married princes were both thirty-six years old, yet still maintained their youth with smooth skin, healthy hair, and clear features.
“Let your sister read as much as she wants,” said Jacaerys, walking around the table. He walked behind Valaena and rubbed her back soothingly as he went to sit at the head of the table. Aemond sat down between Valaena and Jacaerys, giving a disapproving glare at Aenar, silently warning him to cease the teasing of his sister.
As Jacaerys sat at the head of the table, he couldn’t help but take in the sight of his family gathered around. His eyes landed on his daughter, Valaena, noticing the exhaustion in her eyes as she rubbed her temples and struggled to eat.
“She wasn’t just reading.” noted Aethan, giving a glare at his older sister as he stuffed his face with food. His comment caught Valaena off guard and she shot a glare at her younger brother.
“I was.” she responded.
“Oh you were flying weren’t you…” Aenar said with an airiness to his voice, revealing why his sister had a headache. Valaena’s shoulders slumped as her brothers revealed the truth.
“And I may have taken out Silverwing.” she admitted.
“Why were you flying so late in the night?” asked Jacaerys, looking between her and Aemond. Aemond kept his focus on his meal, pretending that he knew nothing about it.
“Just a short flight, I needed some fresh air.” Valaena explained, avoiding eye contact with Jacaerys.
“Do you still have an obsession with King's Landing?” pondered Aenar in a teasing tone. His comment hit a nerve and Valaena shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Before she could respond, however, Aemond interjected sternly,
“Quiet. Enough.” he scolded, giving a stare to Aenar.
“Wait a minute,” Jacaerys put down his fork as he began to put the pieces together, “did you fly to King’s Landing?” Valaena’s fork fumbled out of her fingers and clanged against the plate. She didn’t know if it was worse that her father Aemond caught her last night, or now her father Jacaerys.
“I…” Valaena had no more excuses, she didn’t know what to say.
“Valaena…” sighed Jacaerys, “you know you cannot go there.” The disappointment in his words seemed to hit harder on Valaena than when it came from Aemond. Aemond continued to remain neutral, letting Jace take the lead.
“It’s ridiculous! I’m sorry, but it’s preposterous!” shouted Valaena in anger, “You are the rightful heir to the Iron Throne, and now they’ve banished us all! Just because you birthed the three of us…”
“Valaena, lower your voice.” Aemond said to his daughter.
“No, get it all out.” said Jace, wiping the corners of his mouth with his napkin. Valaena was surprised that she now had his full attention, she was fully expecting to be shut down, as she usually was.
“The Realm doesn’t get to decide our fate. You should be King next. In fact, I can’t believe you’re fine with all of this.” Valaena’s voice wavered slightly, “Grandmother is weak for letting the lowborn lords decide your fate…”
“Your grandmother is not weak.” began Jacaerys, “And you must realize, that being sent to Dragonstone, to live here, with an army of servants, attendants… our dragons even… was a compromise.”
“It should have never been negotiated!” shouted Valaena across the table.
“The Realm threatened rebellion against the Queen, against all of us.” Jace’s voice became louder, “There were plenty who wanted us dead - who still want us dead. That they’d love nothing more than to sever our heads and hang them outside the gates of King’s Landing.”
“No, the Faith threatened rebellion.” argued Valaena. Aenar and Aethan remained quiet, watching with wide eyes as their older sister engaged in the most flammable argument they had ever witnessed. “The weak-minded who follow the Faith blindly went along with them.” she added, “And tell me why then they skipped over your brothers Luke and Joffrey? What have they done? Somehow, the fourth son gets chosen as heir.”
Aemond got up from his seat and stormed out of the dining hall. They each watched in stunned silence as he left. His footsteps echoed through the hall before the door slammed behind him, leaving a heavy silence in his wake. Valaena looked down at her plate, remorse and guilt visible on her face.
“What would you have me do, Valaena?” asked Jace softly. Valaena looked up. “Threaten to burn down King’s Landing if they don’t give me the Iron Throne after the Queen dies? Threaten to burn down the Starry Sept and kill the High Septon for starting all of this?”
“Yes.” insisted Valaena, “Fight. Fight for your rights.”
“You must understand that I was given a choice,” Jace inhaled deeply, “be able to live and love freely, to love your father openly, to have you all and care after you… or be King and have all of you taken away from me.”
Valaena did not have it in her to continue the argument, so she became quiet. She continued eating her meal without saying another word.
…
Valaena sat on the edge of her balcony, her face bathed in the warm sunlight. She watched as her brothers, Aethan and Aenar, flew overhead on their dragons. Aethan on Grey Ghost, the larger and older pale grey dragon, with nearly translucent scales in the bright sunlight. Aenar on Frostfire, a young dragon that hatched beside his crib when he was an infant; white as snow with ice-blue, piercing, eyes and black horns. They flew alongside one another, their wings beating in unison, dancing around one another in the sky.
On any given day, Valaena would be out in the skies with them, on Silverwing, who surpassed both dragons in size. But, she had no desire to do so, feeling disappointed and saddened with her fight with her parents earlier.
Valaena heard the door to her bedroom open, and the sound of light footsteps approaching from behind.
“I brought you a delicacy,” it was Jacaerys. Valaena turned her head, seeing Jace bring over a small wrapped desert. Jace smiled as he stood beside his daughter and held out the wrapped confection.
“Is that what I think it is?” asked Valaena, her headache momentarily forgotten.
“Indeed it is,” said Jace, “Lysene chocolate, just for you.” Valaena reluctantly took the small piece of wrapped chocolate and quickly took off the wrapper to eat it. She savored the rich, sweet taste of the Lysene chocolate. She looked back out at the sea, and Jace studied his daughter’s face. He brushed back some of her hair out of her face and behind her ear.
“I know this is not easy,” said Jace softly, “to be forbidden to go to the mainland, yet it’s so close to us.”
“It’s not fair, papa.” Valaena said solemnly, the bitterness was evident in her voice. “I feel like a caged bird on this island. And when I’m riding Silverwing, I can just sense she longs to fly far and high… to see Westeros once again. To cross the continent like Queen Alysanne did with her so long ago…”
“I know,” said Jace softly, standing close at his daughter’s side as he looked out to the sea, watching his twin boys flying around one another.
“I dream of walking the streets of King’s Landing, of meeting the smallfolk, to hear their stories.” continued Valaena, “I want to meet my grandmothers, the rest of my family.” she looked up at her father.
“I understand, my sweet girl.”
“I don’t understand how you can be so calm and collected about it all.” Valaena shook her head, puzzled. The “Agreement” as it was called, had been in effect for seventeen years now. A formal compromise that resulted in Aemond and Jacaerys being forced to live on Dragonstone, Jacaerys being removed from the line of succession, as well as his children, and to never set foot on the mainland again.
“During your infancy, I was always angry. I started to feel resentful as the dangers arose, resentful towards my mother. I thought for a long time that she cared more about appeasing the lords than caring for me.” Jace looked down at his fidgeting fingers as he rested on the stone railing of the balcony, “But I learned over time, it wasn’t her fault.” Valaena listened attentively, “Half the Realm raised arms against our House, thousands marched on King’s Landing, in the name of the Faith, under the will of the High Septon. Many Great Houses joined that cause.” Jacaerys’ voice wavered slightly as he recalled the tumultuous past,
“One by one, they said they had enough of our House changing the norms, of soiling the fabric of society - as they liked to say . The High Septon called us abominations, stains on history, spawns of black magic.” continued Jace, “The Faith managed to raise an army of its own, a Faith Militant, and they attempted to storm the capital. Lords loyal to our House were attacked by allies of the Faith in towns and castles all across the Seven Kingdoms, they infiltrated every corner of the Realm. And as soon as a handful of Great Houses announced their support of the Faith, rebellion loomed on the horizon.” Valaena’s eyes widened as she listened, she did not know this much of the story.
“I had no idea,” she mumbled, “I’d only heard stories, I didn’t realize an actual rebellion was brewing…”
“I did not want you to know the extent of it.” admitted Jace, “Why relive it all?” he chuckled nervously, trying to fight back his emotions. Valaena reached her hand to comfort her father’s. “There would have been far more bloodshed if the Queen did not meet with leaders of the Faith Militant…”
“So, she negotiated with them?”
“Yes. She did not want to, she fought with her Small Council, day and night, telling them she’d never meet with such threats to her rule.” nodded Jace, “But as the days went on, the city was blockaded, and she could not let her people suffer from lack of moving goods. The Faith Militant wanted my head and your father’s. They wanted you dead as well. That, of course, was out of the question.”
Valaena nodded intently.
“My mother offered to send you, me, and Aemond off to Dragonstone for the remainder of her reign. That was not good enough.” recounted Jace, “She then offered to marry off you, when you’d come of age, to any Great House that was willing to back down. That was not good enough. She offered the Faith a seat on her Small Council, she offered Luke and Joffrey to marry off, too.” Valaena’s disbelief grew as her father continued to list the offers her grandmother made to the Faith in an attempt at peace.
“So,” Valaena cleared her throat, “it took banishing us, and removing us from the line of succession? Why did uncles Luke and Joffrey get cut out?” Jacaerys sighed as he thought about his younger brothers,
“The Faith felt more confident in making Rhaelon the heir, they somehow believed that Luke and Joffrey would be omegas like me, that they’d birth children on their own. They did not want to risk it, I suppose.”
“They… they really thought that Luke and Joffrey would be omegas like us?” she mumbled, her voice filled with shock.
“Yes…” muttered Jace.
“I’m sorry, papa, I did not realize you and father went through so much…” said Valaena with a quivering voice.
“I started to get used to it,” Jace started to rub her daughter’s back to comfort her, “but not your father… it… it hardened him.”
“You shouldn’t have to get used to it.” she quipped. Jace leaned down and kissed her on her head with a smile,
“You’re just like him, you know. That’s what he’d tell me… every single day.” Valaena gave a low chuckle and small smile. She never really saw herself as like her father Aemond, she wasn’t as cold or stern, but she could see where her defiance came from.
“I guess I have his stubbornness…” admitted the Princess. Jace sniffed his daughter’s hair, smelling a strong sweet scene emanating from her.
“I think your heat will be starting soon,” he noted quietly.
“Really? It usually doesn’t come until later in the year.” sighed Valaena with irritation.
“Well as you grow, it will become more frequent, then it will plateau in frequency.” explained Jace, “I will make sure the maids bring you plenty of food and books.” Valaena nodded, her gaze dropped to the floor. She knew that being in heat, she’d have to stay in her room under protection, until it passed. It wouldn’t be safe to be near any men. Jacaerys thought locking their daughter away in her room was extreme, but Aemond demanded it. “It’ll be over soon, sweet girl, I promise.” Jace kissed her on her head once more and headed to the door.
“I know,” she said softly, her voice filled with reluctant acceptance. She knew that the head would pass, as it always did. But the restriction and confinement that came with it always left her feeling restless and trapped.
King’s Landing
The Red Keep
“Let me out! Come on, Harlan, be a good man.” the sixteen year old Targaryen prince banged loudly at the locked door of his bedchambers, begging to be let out. Ser Harlan of the Queensguard stood tall and unwavering outside the prince’s bedchambers, his stance unyielding. He didn’t flinch at Prince Rhaelon’s repeated demands and banging at the door.
“I’m sorry, my prince,” he said calmly, “but I have my orders from the Queen. You are to remain inside until your rut has subsided.”
Rhaelon stopped banging on the door and let out a loud sigh. He was consumed by the raw primal instincts of his rut, he could feel the heat coursing through his veins. His body was driving him to seek out a partner, to mate and claim. But the door remained firmly closed, preventing him from leaving his room.
Rhaelon Targaryen, son of Queen Rhaenyra and Prince Aegon, stood tall and toned, with an athletic build and broad shoulders. As he continued to grow, he developed an impressive physique. The muscles in his arms, back, and legs had become defined, a testament to his dedication to swordplay. His silver-gold hair grew longer and wilder, reaching long past his shoulders, and it was unkempt and messy. However, it framed his handsome face perfectly.
Rhaelon paced around his room, knocking over a chair at his desk in frustration. His heart pounded in his chest, his skin felt hot and clammy, and his muscles tensed. He clawed his fingers at his head and sat on the edge of his bed.
This was the second day of his rut, and the second rut he had ever had since he matured. It was driving him mad, the urges to mate and claim and possess. The first rut came unexpectedly to everyone, coming just three months ago. It lasted four torturous days. On the first day, Rhaelon tried claiming a young servant girl, seemingly attacking her in plain sight. He almost claimed her, marking her as his own, but the Knights of the Queensguard had intervened just in time. Hence why the young prince was locked away in his chambers.
With Jace developing into an omega, Rhaenyra took it upon herself to order her maesters to collect as much information as possible as alphas and omegas, expecting the rest of her sons to become omegas like Jace. However, that was not the case. Lucerys and Joffrey displayed no signs of either alpha or omega, but Rhaelon displayed the most extreme symptoms of an alpha any of them had ever seen.
Rhaelon looked up from the palms of his hands and out the nearby window. His bedroom provided a view of Blackwater Bay, he longed to take his dragon, Quicksilver, out and fly anywhere… anywhere but here. Alas, he was trapped in his room, confined and isolated from the world. He couldn’t go anywhere. It was stifling and maddening.
“Rhaelly, are you there?” a boy’s voice spoke from the other side of the door.
“What do you want, Viserys?” sighed Rhaelon, rolling his eyes in the presence of his brother just outside the door. He despised the nickname he had given him ever since they were children. It was not a nickname befitting of a prince, the heir to the Iron Throne, nonetheless.
“Do you need anything?” asked the seventeen year old Prince Viserys.
“Uh a barrel of wine and a wet cunt!” shouted Rhaelon angrily.
Outside the door, Prince Viserys jolted slightly from his older brother’s raunchy response. He looked up at the taller Ser Harlan, raising his eyebrows in shock,
“What crude manners.” he said softly. Ser Harlan chuckled to himself from Prince Viserys’ innocent response. Viserys Targaryen had matured into a handsome young man at the age of seventeen, however, still had many youthful qualities that his older brother often scoffed at, such as childhood nicknames. His silver blond hair was tied into a neat bun, framing his fair, soft features. His high cheekbones and full lips added to his pretty, youthful appearance, and his slender body was tall and limber, though lacking the muscular definition of his brother Rhaelon.
“Get out of here,” yelled Rhaelon. Viserys shrugged and sighed, knowing that no one could really be around Rhaelon. He accepted defeat, said goodbye to Ser Harlan, and rushed off through the halls of the Red Keep.
Viserys swiftly made his way through the halls of the Red Keep, leaving the residential levels of the castle, and made his way towards the Small Council room. The door was cracked open, and he carefully peeked inside to see who was present. His gaze immediately fell upon his mother, Queen Rhaenyra, seated at the head of the table. She was engaged in conversation with the other members of the council. The Queen stopped speaking to let one of her members respond, and she immediately spotted Viserys. Rhaenyra smiled warmly and gestured her head subtly for the young prince to enter.
The other members of the Small Council noticed the Queen’s gesture and turned their attention towards Viserys. Rhaenyra, at the age of fifty-three, sat at the head of the table, her gaze sharp and attentive. She was flanked on one side by her life-long friend, the Dowager Queen, Alicent, and on the other side by her loyal and faithful Hand, Princess Rhaenys. Princess Rhaenys still appeared agile and alert for a woman that just turned seventy-eight. Her long silver hair was still maintained in a high bun of braids. Time seemed to have barely touched her, her sharp mind and fierce determination were still very much present.
Seated at the table were many of the Queen’s long-time members of her council; Gormon Massey as Master of Coin, Jasper Wylde as Master of Laws, Orwyle as Grand Maester, and Rhaenys as Hand. In recent years however, there was a shuffle of new members. The seat of Master of Ships was vacant, since the retirement of Lord Tyland Lannister. The Speaker of the Chamber of Lords was no longer Lady Elayne Tyrell, but now Lord Lucion Lannister. The Master of Justice was no longer Lord Simon Staunton, but his granddaughter, Lady Pamela Staunton. The Lord Commander of the Queensguard was now Ser Arryk Cargyll, who stood off to the side of the room, with the Queen in view.
“It has been a longstanding tradition for a Velaryon to be named as Master of Ships, since they command the largest fleet of ships.” noted Lord Jasper, “but I understand with Lord Corlys’ recent passing, and the Agreement… it takes Prince Lucerys out of the question…” Viserys stood off to the side of the room as well, listening and watching intently. The room fell silent for a moment at the mention of Prince Lucerys and the Agreement.
“I do not think it would do any harm if the Chamber of Lords took a gander at a slate of candidates for her grace, the Queen.” spoke up Lord Lucion, the new leader of the Chamber of Lords.
“The Chamber of Lords can focus on itself,” scowled Lord Gormon Massey, “the Small Council does not interfere with your business.” Rhaenyra raised an eyebrow at his comment, but before she could respond, Lucion shot back with a firm response,
“The Chamber’s sworn duty is to provide advice and counsel to the Queen, not just proposals on legislation.”
“Do you have any names?” blurted Rhaenyra, seeking to diffuse the tension among her members, looking directly at Lord Lucion.
“I’ve been recommended a handful of names,” said Lucion, “Lyle Redwyne, Isaac Greyjoy, my son Lyonel Lannister-”
“We cannot be seriously considering a Greyjoy…” muttered Lady Pamela.
“Perhaps we should discuss this at a later date.” said Rhaenyra, “We’ve made no progress ourselves. Lord Lucion, I want a list of candidates in three days' time.”
“As you wish, your grace.” bowed Lord Lucion.
Soon enough the meeting was over and the members were dismissed, with Viserys remaining in the room with his mother Rhaenyra. Once the last member left, Rhaenyra turned her attention to Viserys, her expression warm and caring. He went up to the table and sat down at the chair reserved for the Hand.
“That seemed torturous.” noted Viserys.
“It was, you missed the worst of it.” sighed Rhaenyra tiredly, “Just endless bickering over who should be named Master of Ships.” Rhaenyra studied her young son’s face, “Did you go see Rhaelon?” she asked. His expression changed slightly at the mention of his older brother, a flicker of concern passing over his face. He nodded,
“Just to see if he needed anything…” he confessed.
“You know the maesters are attending to him well, they’re often checking on him.” said Rhaenyra in a motherly tone. However, she sensed that Viserys had another motive to go check on his older brother. “You know you shouldn’t go see him when he’s … in that state.”
“It’s just that… I want to know what it’ll be like when I go into a rut…” said Viserys with some worry in his voice, “It changed Rhaelon… it will surely change me. I don’t want to change.” Rhaenyra reached across the table to hold her son’s hand, comforting him.
“It does change a person,” nodded Rhaenyra, “however, it may not be as strong for you as it is for Rhaelon. And the Grand Maester said you have yet to be presented… as to which you’ll be. And there is a chance you may be neither.”
“Well, I hope I’m neither.” muttered Viserys disappointedly.
“Whatever you present as, or if you don’t present,” Rhaenyra squeezed her son’s hand, “I love you still the same. Nothing changes.”
“Thank you, mummy.” said Viserys with a sweet smile, feeling somewhat better from his mother’s reassurance. She returned her son’s smile with a warm one of her own. She reached out to pat his head, smoothing a few stray strands of silver hair back into place.
“Of course, love.”
…
Ser Harlan entered Prince Rhaelon’s room, bearing a tray of food in his hands. The tall knight set the tray down on a nearby table and looked over at the prince, taking in the sight of his tense and curled up state. Rhaelon was curled in bed, his hands firmly pressed between his thighs at his groin, as if he were trying to force back his lustful urges.
“Dinner, my prince.” said Ser Harlan, “and Ser Robyn shall be taking over for the evening and rest of the night.” Rhaelon’s head lifted up from the bed, he looked past Harlan and at the door. The younger Ser Robyn stepped into the doorway, greeting the prince with a subtle smirk and wink. Rhaelon’s eyes sparkled with mischief. Harlan then took his leave, walking out the room, and shutting the door, locking it.
Rhaelon got up from the bed and walked quietly across the room, over to the door, listening to Ser Harlan’s fading footsteps. He pressed his ear against it, intently listening. Soon enough, he could no longer hear Ser Harlan.
Rhaelon tapped three times on the door with his knuckle. Ser Robyn responded on the other side with three knocks. The prince smiled slightly at the small act of communication. He stepped back as Ser Robyn unlocked the door from the outside, opening it.
Ser Robyn stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him, and his green eyes landed on Rhaelon.
“You look… ravishing.” commented Rhaelon, eyeing Robyn’s entire body, even though he was wearing a full suit of armor. His voice was low and heated. Robyn chuckled and began taking off his gauntlets and then chest plate. Rhaelon watched carefully as Robyn took off his armor, piece by piece, putting his sword down on the nearby table. A young man of nineteen years, with soft and boyish features, he possessed a strength that belied his youthful appearance.
He stood shorter than Rhaelon by a few inches, his honey brown hair fell in soft waves just above his shoulders. While not overly buff, his frame was clearly muscular and defined, bearing the signs of countless hours training in the yard to become one of the youngest knights in the Queensguard.
Rhaelon started to rub his bulge through his thin trousers, watching Robyn having taken off most of his armor, just wearing light tunic clothing underneath.
“You look depraved.” said Robyn playfully, walking up to Rhaelon.
“I am depraved.” groaned Rhaelon, his arms encircled Robyn’s waist, pulling him close as their lips crashed together in a passionate and ardent kiss. He kissed Robyn feverishly, his body pressed against Robyn, his hands roaming over the now exposed expanse of Robyn’s back. Rhaelon thrusted his hardening bulge between Robyn’s thighs, and he let out a sultry chuckle,
“Oh my prince, you’re really depraved.” He exposed his neck for Rhaelon to kiss him, and Rhaelon thrusted his hips once again.
“You don’t know how badly I need you…” he growled. Robyn pushed Rhaelon back onto the bed. Rhaelon landed softly on his back on the mattress, looking up at Robyn with wide, lustful eyes. Robyn yanked Rhaelon’s pants off, revealing his erect cock.
Robyn got onto the bed and lowered his lips to Rhaelon’s cock. He started stroking Rhaelon’s thick cock, causing the prince to close his eyes and gasp from the pleasurable feeling. Robyn’s fingers firmly wrapped around the prince’s cock as he jerked him slowly.
Robyn placed his tongue at Rhaelon’s balls, slowly licking up his shaft, to the head of his cock. He then wrapped his lips around the head of his cock, inserting it into his mouth. Rhaelon instinctively thrusted his hips, sending his cock deeper into Robyn’s mouth.
“Oh fuck, yes…” groaned Rhaelon, digging his fingers into Robyn’s hair. Robyn removed his lips, spitting on Rhaelon’s cock to lubricate it more. He started stroking the wet cock and looked at the prince.
“More…” demanded the prince, “suck that cock.” Robyn smirked and lowered his mouth back onto Rhaelon’s cock, sucking hard and deep, and stroking him as well. Rhaelon threw his head back, breathing heavily. His cock throbbed painfully hard, he thrusted his hips more, and held his hand over his abs.
“That’s good… fuck yes…” grunted Rhaelon, he looked down at Robyn sucking his cock with a steady pace and speed. “Suck the cum out of me, fucking slut.” he growled. He put his hands firmly on Robyn’s head, pushing him down to suck his cock deeper and harder. Rhaelon moaned softly, momentarily removing his hands from Robyn’s hair. He grabbed the bed sheets at his sides and clenched them.
Robyn lifted his head, with saliva drooling from his lips onto Rhaelon’s pulsating cock.
“You like that?” teased Robyn, slowly stroking Rhaelon’s cock. Rhaelon nodded, desperate for him to continue.
“I want to fuck your hole,” muttered Rhaelon with a heavy breath. Robyn chuckled and resumed sucking Rhaelon. The prince gasped from the sudden resume of sucking before he could demand more from Robyn. “Fuck I’m close,” groaned Rhaelon. Robyn started to suck harder, stroking his cock as well.
“Gods, I’m going to cum,” Rhaelon panted loudly, he thrusted his hips harder. Robyn kept his mouth on Rhaelon’s cock, shoving it deeper into his throat. Rhaelon’s jaw dropped as he felt it coming, “Oh shit, yes,” he growled. He twitched his hips as he came inside Robyn’s mouth, and Robyn continued to suck and jerk. Rhaelon’s body twitched and he let out a chuckle of relief from the ecstasy, closing his eyes and resting his head back on the pillows.
Robyn’s eyes darted up to watch Rhaelon’s reaction, and then he slowly removed his lips from the prince’s cock. Rhaelon opened his eyes, seeing Robyn swallow. The knight then wiped cum and saliva off his lip, sucking it off his thumb.
“Gods, you’re fucking mental…” noted Rhaelon with a smirk. Robyn got off from the bed and went to the table to grab a drink of water from the pitcher that Ser Harlan brought. Rhaelon rested his head back again, staring up at the ceiling. His arms and legs were splayed out as he caught his breath, and his speeding heart slowed to a normal rate.
Robyn got up from the bed and went over to the table to grab a cloth to clean his lips and mouth. Rhaelon propped up onto his elbows, still laying in bed, watching Robyn.
“You know I want to mount you,” said Rhaelon. Robyn smirked to himself as he finished cleaning his lips and his hands. He turned to look at Rhaelon staring at him with a serious look in his eye.
“You flatter me,” said Robyn, folding the cloth together, “but I have to go out in the hall, someone will notice I’m gone.”
“I don’t mean right now.” said Rhaelon, “Well, I could go for another round right now, but I mean it.” Robyn lowered his hands and stared blankly at the door as he thought of what to say to the prince in response.
“You’re not an alpha, are you?” clarified Rhaelon.
“I’m not, no.” said Robyn, looking once more at the naked prince, “I’m not sure what I am.” He allowed his gaze to roam over Rhaelon’s figure, his eyes tracing over the expanse of his naked body before looking back up at his face.
“So, an omega,” said Rhaelon with certainty.
“Like I said, I’m not sure. As much as I crave to be mounted by you, I don’t want to end up like your half-brother and grow a cursed babe in my belly.” he waltzed over to Rhaelon in the bed, leaning over to kiss him on his cheek. Rhaelon wasn’t sure whether to feel offended at what Robyn said about his half-brother Jacaerys, or saddened that he didn’t want to be mounted.
“My niece and nephews are not cursed…” mumbled Rhaelon, referring to Valaena, Aethan, and Aenar. However, Rhaelon did feel a bit weary about his niece and nephews. He never met them, not even once. He's only heard stories of what they're like, mostly from his mother who often writes to Jacaerys.
“Forgive me, my prince.” Robyn straightened, realizing he had been too honest with his own thoughts to Rhaelon, criticizing a member of his own family, “I’ve spoken out of turn.”
Rhaelon reached out and took Robyn’s hand in his own, his thumb tracing gentle circles over the back of his knuckles. He looked up at Robyn with a deep and seductive gaze, his eyes conveying the smoldering desire that still burned within him.
“I’ll pull out.” offered Rhaelon, and Robyn laughed, pulling away his hand. He started to put back on his armor.
“No, no man ever means that. Even I don’t.” he slid his chest plate over his head.
“Ugh, you’re right.” scoffed Rhaelon in a defeated tone, falling back onto the bed and into the pillows.
“Looks like you really are ready for round two.” pointed out Robyn. Rhaelon lifted his head, seeing his cock entirely erect and pointed upward. He didn’t even realize it, but now the extreme feelings of lust burning through his body were returning. Rhaelon grabbed a pillow and stuffed it into his face, cursing the gods.
Jacaerys
Dragonstone
As soon as evening came, Prince Jacaerys retired to his bedchambers after dinner, got into his nightly clothes, got into bed, and began to read by candlelight. The room was dimly lit, with other candles and candelabras across the large royal bedroom, casting long shadows across the walls.
Jace had his back propped up against the headboard and several pillows, reading a book he kept in the drawer of his nightstand. He began to read, the soft flickering light of the candle illuminated the pages of the book as he turned them.
Aemond soon came into the room, walking straight to the tall wardrobe to change out of his outerwear. Jace looked up from his book. He watched Aemond quietly for a few moments before speaking up,
“Where’ve you been all day?” Aemond faced the wardrobe as he took off his coat and began unbuttoning his shirt.
“The Dragonmont. Then out on the beach for a walk.” he answered coldly. Jace watched as Aemond’s bare back became exposed, revealing the faded scar he received years ago from their night out in the Riverlands. Aemond then took off his pants, folding them neatly and putting them on a hanger in the wardrobe.
“All day though? I haven’t seen you since breakfast.” noted Jacaerys. Aemond shrugged his shoulders silently, walking over to the bed to get inside beside his husband. Jace let out a soft sigh as Aemond got into the bed, and he closed his book. Aemond slowly sank into the mound of pillows.
“I talked to Valaena,” continued Jace.
“Oh? And it wasn’t futile?” asked Aemond sarcastically.
“No, it was quite productive.” he responded, “I think I got through to her. I told her about the Agreement.”
“Hmph…” mumbled Aemond.
“What?” asked Jace, with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
“It’ll make her angrier.” answered Aemond, his voice hollow, “Why even tell her?”
“She deserves to know the truth. She will want to know why exactly we can’t set foot in Westeros again…” said Jace with a growing sense of sadness.
“The truth doesn’t matter anymore.” Aemond laid down fully and laid on his side, facing away from Jacaerys. His shoulders were taut with tension. Jace reached out to touch Aemond’s bare shoulder, rubbing him tenderly.
“It’s not your fault… for what happened.” said Jace in a low voice.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” responded Aemond.
“Then why are you always so angry? Why are you so… distant?” asked Jace, in almost a pleading tone. Aemond’s body tensed from Jace’s touch.
“I failed at keeping my vow,” said Aemond bluntly.
“What vow?”
“The vow I swore to you.” Aemond finally turned around to look up at Jacaerys, “The vow I swore eighteen years ago, that I would protect not only you but your birthright of becoming King after your mother. And that was taken away from you, under my watch.” Jacaerys remembered what Aemond was talking about now. He felt a wave of understanding and sadness come over him as he realized the weight that Aemond had been carrying for all these years.
“You didn’t fail,” said Jace softly, his voice filled with conviction, “You did everything you could to protect me and our family.”
“I failed…” muttered Aemond, looking away from Jace’s wide brown eyes. Aemond felt even worse admitting his failure while looking into his lover’s eyes. Jace reached out and gently touched Aemond’s chin, turning his face back towards him. The two stared at one another for a moment, their gazes locked. Jace reached down and kissed Aemond on his lips, holding the kiss.
“Is your perception of failure why you haven’t been close to me all this time?” asked Jace in a trembling voice. Aemond’s heart ached as he heard the vulnerability in Jacaerys’ voice. Aemond felt tempted to touch Jace, but he kept his hands down.
“Perhaps.” Aemond answered quietly, as if he were enforcing some sort of self-punishment.
“You are the most important thing in the world to me,” said Jace, his voice clearly laced with pain, “I don’t care about your honor or pride. I am yours, remember?”
“I know,” said Aemond, his voice low and hoarse.
“You didn’t fail me,” repeated Jace in a stricter voice, “so whatever idea you have that you should hold yourself back from me because of this thought of you failing… it’s bullshit.” Aemond remained still and his expression was firm, but deep down, Jace’s words cut through his guilt and self-recrimination. He could feel the love in Jace’s words.
Without any further discussion, Aemond got up and climbed onto Jacaerys. Jace was stunned and slid onto his back, completely being taken over by Aemond looming over him and between his legs. Aemond’s body pressed against his own, the heat and weight of him creating a wave of want that coursed through Jace’s body.
As Aemond laid on top of him, Jace couldn’t help but notice the passion and heat burning in Aemond’s eye. It was a sight he hadn’t seen in years, and it sent a thrill through his body. He continued to look up at Aemond, his own desire mirrored in his wide brown eyes.
“I miss my Prince, my husband…” he whispered. Aemond watched Jace’s lips as they moved from the words he spoke. They were becoming irresistible. Jace witnessed Aemond’s eye fixate on his own lips, and he knew what Aemond wanted, wanting it just as much himself.
Jace’s hands cradled Aemond’s face, his touch tender and loving. As his fingertips brushed against the scar beneath his sapphire eye, Aemond leaned into the touch, his gaze glancing down at Jace’s lips again. He closed his eye as Jace caressed his scarred cheek, the gesture a silent testament to the love and acceptance they shared.
Aemond opened his eye and planted a deep and forceful kiss on Jace’s lips, pressing his body harder onto Jace’s. Jace let out a soft gasp into the kiss, surprised by the sudden passion and need he felt emanating from Aemond. He responded by wrapping his arms around Aemond’s neck, pulling him closer.
Aemond began grinding his hips into Jace’s, grinding his bulge against his husband’s. Aemond growled lowly, lifting himself up to take off his pants. He tore them off and threw them onto the floor, and Jace did the same. Jace took off his shirt and Aemond watched with an erupting sense of attraction as he saw his husband’s bare chest.
Aemond reached his hand beneath Jace’s groin, feeling for his hole. He slid one finger inside Jace’s hole, causing him to gasp louder. Jace closed his eyes as Aemond fingered him, causing his hole to wetten and become slick. Aemond couldn’t wait any longer and spread Jace’s legs further apart. He pushed his cock inside Jace’s hole, sliding in slowly.
Jace moaned deeply, and Aemond lowered his body onto Jace’s. He buried his face into the crook of Jace’s neck, quickly starting to thrust inside. Jace wrapped his arms around Aemond’s back, slowly wrapping his legs around Aemond's lower back as well.
“Oh Aemond,” whispered Jace softly. Aemond thrusted steadily yet passionately. The silver haired prince lathered Jace’s neck and collarbones with kisses, sucking and biting his supple and smooth skin. Aemond dug his fingers into Jace’s hair with one hand, using his other hand to grip Jace’s ass as he began to pound.
“Fuck,” groaned Aemond, “I missed you so much,” he whispered. Jace nodded, clenching his fingers into Aemond’s back.
“Yes,” panted Jace, clasping at Aemond’s skin, pulling him deeper and closer to his body, “yes, gods…” Aemond lifted his face from Jace’s neck so he could look at his husband. They maintained eye contact with one another, looking into each other’s eyes deeply and sensually. For the first time in years they felt the reignition of love they kept locked away from one another.
“Keep going, harder,” groaned Jace. Aemond looked down, seeing Jace’s own cock visibly throbbing as he continued to fuck his hole. Aemond moved his hips harder, thrusting his cock in and out deeper. His breathing became heavy as he kept going.
“Aemond!” moaned Jace, closing his eyes as he came. Aemond looked down at Jace’s body, watching his cock explode streams of cum onto his belly and chest. Aemond smirked, continuing his rhythmic humping.
“Atta boy,” he growled. He lowered his body onto Jace’s, kissing him passionately, “I’m close,”
“In me,” Jace breathed heavily, wrapping his arms around Aemond’s neck once more, “cum in me.”
“Fuck,” groaned Aemond loudly, “Oh fuck yes,” he panted loudly, slamming his cock into Jace’s hole as he came. Aemond lifted his head, letting out a guttural moan as he came. Jace watched him with pleasure, his face and throat blushed. Aemond collapsed on top of Jace, his cock still inside of his husband. Jace caressed Aemond’s back, staying still. He ran his fingers through Aemond’s hair with a satisfied smile on his face.
“I love you,” mumbled Aemond as he kept his face nuzzled in Jace’s hair, "I never meant to be angry at you... or distant."
“I know,” smiled Jace, “I love you too.”