Dance of The Dragonwolf

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Viserys

"Is my daughter hurt?" Viserys asked, concerned.

"Your Grace." He lifted up his face to look at him, speaking the words with difficulty.

"Prince Aenar and Prince Daemon left The Red Keep under the cloak of the dark last night. They have captured The Dragonstone, and your daughter went with them." Viserys flinched as he was struck; he reached out, grabbing the wooden goblet that stood on top of the bed's legs; his legs turned wobbly, the words repeating in his head. He looked back up at Otto, who looked at him with concern.

"Leave me, Alone." Viserys rasped, somehow managing to find the strength to talk; he felt like he would fall flat on the ground, and his vision turned dizzy.

"Your Grace. I think-" "I said Leave This Chamber!!" Viserys shouted at him, droplets of spit falling on Otto's face; the man nodded somewhat reluctantly before leaving the chamber. Once he heard the door close, Visery's knees gave in; his hands slapped his knees as he breathed heavily.

No, Why Would She go with them?! Why would she go with him? Viserys wondered as he gripped his knees, his knuckles turning white like snow. He knew his daughter fancied his nephew, that much was clear to anyone with eyes, but he had never thought she would go to such lengths to be with him. For a brief moment, he wondered if Aenar had taken his daughter against her will, but he quickly stifled it; his nephew wasn't like that; the boy knew Aenar would never do something like this.

Why is everyone leaving me alone? Viserys wondered out loud, his shoulders slumped down in defeat. He kept looking down at his knees when he felt a sudden rush of cold in his body. It felt as if he was suddenly in the North. Viserys felt as if someone was looking at him, but he knew that to be impossible. He was alone in his chamber.

"Viserys." He escaped his thoughts, and suddenly, the cold disappeared, and he could no longer feel it as if it was never there. He looked around frantically, almost trying to see if any of the windows were left open, but they all were closed, and the sun illuminated the entire city. He knew today was a warm day, so why did he feel the cold?

Another knock, Viserys quickly looked down at himself, only wearing his night clothes. He grabbed the cloak resting on the spine of the chair, his arm sinking into its armholes, and quickly grabbed the laces of the cloak, forming a tie to close the gap between the two ends.

"Come in." The door opened, and Queen Alysanne walked in looking grim. He tried to keep a brave face in front of her, but the obvious disappointment she was showing felt like a punch in the gut to him as she crossed the threshold and closed the door behind her.

"Grandmother, what can--" "Are you happy, Viserys?" She cut him off, fixing him with a glare that made him shiver; despite being seventy-six-name-days, Alysanne still held an air of grace around her, making it clear that she was still a powerful woman.

Her question made him frown, pressing his lips into thin lines.

"I'm not happy since the gods decided to take my Aemma and son away. No. I'm not happy." Viserys said with a heavy voice, remembering her cries before her death; he could almost hear her. He could remember her begging for him to stop them.

'Viserys, what are they doing— No, No. Viserys Stop THEM.'

His eyes burned, but he refused to cry in front of her. His grandmother's eyes showed sympathy toward him for a brief moment, but that tenderness quickly turned into anger.

"And now, my daughter has abandoned me. She left for Prince Aenar. She didn't care about me." Viserys added, a sob escaping from deep within his throat, and his grandmother glared at him.

"And who's fault is that?" Viserys opened his mouth to answer, but Alysanne cared little to hear him. "Aenar loves your daughter. You know he is a good kid, and you know how happy your daughter is anytime she is in his company, but you cared not for any of that. You only cared about what you lost. What happened to Aemma is your fault. Your son and wife are gone, and you earned nothing out of that, and instead of trying to make things better, you took the Throne from Aenar, knowing it wouldn't be supported, and then, you commanded Aenar to marry that Hightower whore, knowing your daughter is in love with him. Tell me, what did you think would have happened? Did you really think Daemon and Aenar would have just stood there with their arms crossed and accepted whatever you decided?" Viserys had no answer to that, his head slowly slumping down in defeat; he could feel his grandmother's glare piercing him like a sword.

Viserys wanted to say something to defend himself, to say something, anything, but the words were stuck in his throat. He realized that he was all alone now. His daughter abandoned him, and he had no real allies to protect him. All he had was a crown on his head that felt heavier with each passing day.

"I will stay here, someone needs to stay here and make sure you don't screw up more than you already have." His grandmother said, spitting venom with every word; she whirled around, ready to leave the chamber.

"I want my daughter back." She heard him faintly, almost a whisper in the wind. She turned to face him and could see the clear pain in his eyes; as he looked up at her, he seemed much older than he really was.

"I Want My. Daughter. Back. I want her here. I need her." Viserys almost pleaded, his eyes turning red.

"But does she need you, Viserys?" She asked; he froze on the spot; his eyes seemed like candles losing their light. "You forced her to make a choice, and she made the choice on her own. You are slow, but I think you know the answer yourself, and I know how it feels." She swallowed, feeling a lump forming in her throat. "When Saera left, I was heartbroken, but eventually, I realized that she would never return back to us. On his deathbed, Jae told me that Saera had his permission to return to us. I sent a letter to her and waited for her return, but she never came, and she never will, because she does not need us anymore. It's been nine years since I send that letter. I will never see her again, but you can still see her again. If you want to see your daughter again, then you know what you have to do." With that said, Alysanne left him on his own.

Tomorrow

Her skirts flutter to a stop when she rises to her feet from her curtsy. The door barely shut behind her when she heard his voice.

"Your father wants me to marry you."

Alicent blinks up at her companion. Oh yes, I know! I know, I know, for he wants that Throne in all ways he can have it. But it feels wrong to be confronted about it. It feels wrong against her bones, for she is guilty of wanting, of hungering for power like her father, and she does not want him to see her guilt.

"He says it every day, mentions it when we discuss Laena Velaryon or that Manderly girl. There's even another Arryn woman for me somewhere." Viserys looks very old then, the opposite of his daughter from that day so many nights ago.

"I'm sorry, Your Grace. I know how you mourn for Queen Aemma. It is inappropriate of him."

Viserys shakes his head slowly—his hair shimmers. "I'm being advised to marry so many different women. Yet I've met a few of them. How will I know I like them?" He looks at the seat across from him for a long moment, and Alicent knows what he wants from her. She crosses the threshold, taking a seat in front of him. "I'm sure I won't mind anyone, but I want to love my wife. It can't be Laena Velaryon. I can't bed a girl the same age as my own daughter. She's just a child."

"Well I'm sure the Manderly woman will serve you as a good wife."

Viserys sighs, "I don't want just any girl, Alicent, I want you." He looked at her with those dark, smothering purple eyes. "The smallfolk will adore you. You're a good woman, Alicent, and my closest friend. I love you."

She doesn't know what to say. She doesn't want to say anything. Her words would ruin this moment, would ruin all of it. She didn't want him; she wanted his nephew. She wanted Aenar. The one she thought of when she touched herself under the blankets of her bed where no one could see her. Where she was alone.

She knew it was sinful. Faith saw the act of masturbation as a sin to the gods, but when she was alone, she imagined that it was him on her bed; she would ride him. He would announce that he was hers and no one else, not Rhaenyra, not the Velaryon whore, only Alicent Hightower Targaryen. She would dominate him, but in the end, she would realize all had been her imagination.

No! No! I want Aenar, not this old man. But the rest of her is thrilled, warm, and ecstatic because this is what she wants. She wants to be a Queen, too. This moment was her first moment of freedom, something her father hadn't made, for this was her own doing. He loved her.

"But I need to know you love me too. I don't want your father's influence. Not right now, not today. If we wed, I want it to be because you wanted me, not because your father and I made arrangements. I'd be a right prick to just decide you'd be mine."

If her father were here, he'd have stripped her of her dress and given her to Viserys right now without a second thought. He was calculating enough to know that this was his best choice of power, for a man could lose a hand, but how could he rid himself of a whole wife? But her father is not here, nor is Princess Rhaenyra or Prince Aenar, and they are alone. And he is staring at her.

She stares back.

"You want to marry me for love?"

Her mother had married for love. Alicent remembers that story too well, how her mother professed her love to Lord Tyrell until he agreed to let the couple wed. A tourney they had met at a tourney, where Otto Hightower had stood off the side until Lady Helaena Tyrell had asked him for a dance. It was all history from there.

"It's alright if you don't love me." Viserys murmurs, though she can see the deep sadness in his gaze. "You don't have to love me to marry me. You wouldn't be the first woman to marry for the title. You'll be happy, at the very least. I'd rather marry a woman I know I love than one that I don't know."

Alicent loved him not; if she closed her eyes, she imagined that it was Aenar who was confessing to her. Not Viserys, but she knew she needed to face reality. Aenar didn't care for her; he had left King's Landing and taken Rhaenyra. The whore was probably sucking his cock as they were talking right now. She knew she had lost him. It was over.

Alicent dove forward, grasping his hands. "I love you," she said blankly. She tried but failed to sound like she really meant it. A million meanings to that word spilled out of her like wine from a broken barrel.

"I do. I love you more than I love even myself. More than--" Aenar, but she does not say that. She does not say that because it's not true, and she doesn't want this to begin with a lie. She isn't sure she ever even loved Aenar. "I love you. And I wish to marry you."

"I'll have ravens sent out to announce our marriage," Viserys announces excitedly. "I want the highborn lords to weep when they hear the most beautiful woman in the world has been betrothed!"

Alicent laughs and laughs. Tears rolling down her cheeks.

Rhaenyra

She moaned as he grasped her breasts through the fabric of her dress; she pressed herself into him; their embrace felt warm and good, too good. She moaned once again as he got hold of her breasts.

She quickly sank to her knees, quickly working on his pants.

"Aenar," Rhaenyra said, giving him a seductive look.

Aenar watches, quieter than ever, as Rhaenyra places her hands on his knees and pushes them apart. She nuzzles against his erection with her cheek before licking over it.

"Oh," Aenar hissed in pleasure. The pressure of her tongue, as it passes over his erection, leaning his head back against the chair, one hand finding its place over his mouth to try and keep quiet and the other hovering over her head, not quite touching.

Rhaenyra licks at the head of his cock, a groan escaping his lips as soon as her tongue touches him. He pushes into the touch, trying to get Rhaenyra there faster.

Rhaenyra leans in and finally wraps her mouth around the head of his cock. His hand reached down, softly caressing her hair, trying to push her head forward gently.

Rhaenyra moans and reaches up to place her hand on top of Aenar's in her hair, silently telling him to keep it there. From there, her hands go to his hips, preventing him from bucking, and as infuriatingly as it is to be unable to buck into the warmth of Rhaenyra's mouth, he didn't want to hurt her.

Rhaenyra sinks down on Aenar's cock, enveloping him in the tight heat of her mouth. Aenar groans and twists his fingers into the locks of her hair, groaning low in his throat. There was no way he would last with Rhaenyra's mouth around him like it was; she hadn't even really done anything, and the heat in Aenar's stomach was quickly growing far too quickly, causing sweat to prickle in his armpits and bead on his forehead.

Maintaining eye contact, Rhaenyra sinks down until her nose bumps against Aenar's skin, holding him fully in her mouth. Aenar stares down, amazed that she was able to keep herself like that, with his cock so deep in her throat. It's not until she begins swirling her tongue around his cock that it's too much, and he's overwhelmed, having to loll his head back to moan brokenly into the air above him; he's long forgotten that he could just cover his mouth, instead using his hands to grip at the armrests of his chair to try and keep himself in control.

Aenar feels Rhaenyra pull off of him, only to sink down again and begin to bob her head slowly. Aenar's grip on her hair tightens, exhaling harshly whenever she has his entire cock in his mouth, her throat tightening around his cock.

"Oh, Rhaenyra! You are Amazing!!" Aenar moans in pleasure, patting her head; she beams in delight at his praise.

Pulling off of him, Rhaenyra pants heavily as she says, "You're so hard for me, Aenar," idly, she strokes him, cocking her head to the side, "You can fuck my mouth if you want," Rhaenyra offers, leaning back in to lick him between sentences, "Don't you want too, Aenar?"

Aenar has no time to answer. Rhaenyra sinks back down on him easily, going right down to where her nose touches skin again before looking up at him expectantly. Against his hips, her fingers tap, signaling him to move. He rocked his hips forward, bracing one hand on the back of her head and the other gripping the armrest.

The thrusts start off slow. Aenar tries to gauge how far he can push in and how hard he can go, pleasantly surprised to find that Rhaenyra does not try to stop him at any point.

The pressure in his stomach was growing dangerously, getting tighter and tighter with every thrust of his hips. Rhaenyra's lips are spat slick and messy with pre-cum, and the wet sound produced whenever Aenar pushes in only spurs on that tight feeling. It's nearly too much, Aenar riding high on the sides of pleasure and being too sensitive to continue, and yet he doesn't stop, fucking into Rhaenyra's mouth hard and fast.

"Damn, Nyra."

Rhaenyra hums in response. Aenar tightens his grip on her hair, forcing Rhaenyra to stop moving completely and keeping her in one spot. Aenar snaps his hips forward. Rhaenyra seems to know what's going on, and yet she doesn't lessen up, humming and sucking him down as best as she can while Aenar pushes. Finally, as the heat is reaching breaking point, the tension in his stomach threatening to snap, he groans,

"I'm close, Rhaenyra."

She quickly bobbed her head faster against his thrusts. Three more pushes, and that fire roars, rushing through his body enough to leave him lightheaded, the tension in his stomach growing till it hurts before it finally snaps. He cums with a low groan of Rhaenyra's name; Aenar tightens his grip on her hair and shoots rope after rope of delicious cum in Rhaenyra's throat, only just having enough clarity to press a hand as Aenar rides the high of his orgasm, hips rolling and body shuddering as he does so.

He keeps his cock there, lodged in Rhaenyra's throat, until he's completely spent and then finally lets' go of her head as he quickly becomes too oversensitive to any pressure.

Rhaenyra pulls out his cock from her beautiful lips with a loud 'pop' sound. She opened her mouth, showing him all the cum left in her mouth before she swallowed it all with one gulp.

"Delicious!!" She moaned in bliss.

One Month Later

Sitting beside her husband, Alicent waves to her new court with all the grace of a woman of her rank, fingers folded as if she were holding a delicate flower in her palm. A servant stands beside her, pouring her wine.

Beside her, Viserys tightens the grip on her hand. He lifts her pale fingers to his lips, sending chills down her spine.

"You look so beautiful, wife," Viserys whispers to her. She hums with her eyes closed, imagining for a moment that it's Aenar.

There are roses woven into her hair. Flowers sewn onto her dress as a gift from House Tyrell and a last ode to her mother.

Alicent's dress was green silk. For green was the color of her eyes—the color of her mother's fine gown, styled with elaborate white trimming. Green was the eye color her mother so wished for, like polished emeralds—the color of the ribbons she wore in her hair.

Her husband's favorite color.

Her father bows to her when he approaches the table, sitting high upon the dais. "Your Grace," his eyes are alight with thought. "Queen Alicent."

"Father."

Alicent's eyes flicker away from him to watch her brother Gwayne. He loomed near the Kingsguard stationed far to the back of the Great Hall, and she frowned deeply. It gave her an ill feeling to watch him speak with such a light in his eyes to them, for her greatest fear would be for Gwayne to join them. Let one of her older brothers!

She turns her gaze back when her father rounds the table, halting behind her. Otto Hightower leans close to her ear, brushing aside her thickly braided brown hair, whispering to her.

"You've done well," his voice is sickening, sweet, and loving as if he truly was just a devoted father excited to see his child off to the world of matrimony. This whole wedding was wonderful—we will not mention how House Velaryon has snubbed us by their absence, but we will remember."

Alicent keeps her smile bright and her waving perfectly. She turns her gaze to each House she recognizes, either waving or bowing her head in acknowledgment.

"The true battle next is for a son." Father tells her kindly, almost thoughtful in tone. "Your mother had twin boys her first try! You ought to do well to give the Throne an heir. An heir of House Hightower."

Her voice is quiet and low. "And what of Princess Rhaenyra, and Prince Aenar, Father? You supported her claim formerly."

Viserys stood up, gave her a quick kiss, and left to go towards a servant as she danced. Father waited until he had gone completely.

"When you're a mother, you'll understand wanting the best for your children." His voice is solemn and serious. "You'll understand it too well."

Alicent says nothing.

"Enjoy your wedding night, sweetling."

Alicent did not enjoy the night. When the King entered her that night, all she could do was close her eyes and imagine that it was Aenar. Viserys closed his eyes, but as he made love to Alicent, all he could see was Aemma looking at him with disappointment.

Aenar

He watched in silence as his father and Lord Corlys discussed the attacks on his ships. When they were informed that Viserys would marry Alicent Hightower, Rhaenyra was furious, and his father laughed out loud, but he was sure his father didn't find the situation funny; it was bitter laughter.

' "Only a month, it's been only a month, and he already married someone else. What about my muna?!" Rhaenyra cried out, feeling betrayed. Aenar would much rather keep this information hidden from her for as long as possible, but he knew she would find out on her own sooner or later, so he decided to tell her and not keep it a secret from her.

"I think your father feels alone, Rhaenyra," Aenar said quietly. This made her stop pacing around the chamber. She wiped the tears from her face and hugged herself. He leaned away from the wall and walked up to her, hugging her close, wanting her to feel warm and not alone. His lips found her lips.

"I think he is chasing after something he will learn soon enough he can't find with Alicent. Right now, he is alone, and he wants to keep himself busy, and thinks that marrying Alicent will make him forget the pain he feels everyday. Your father, while what he did cannot be forgiven. I don't doubt that he loved your mother, but right now. He wants to find any way possible to make himself forget of what he has done. But he will soon learn that Alicent is just a distraction, and when that day comes, he will want all of us back." Aenar explained, still holding her close. This didn't help with Rhaenyra.

"He betrayed us, Aenar. I don't care how much he is suffering. Let him." Rhaenyra spoke with Loathem for her father for the first time.'

"Lord Corlys, tell me, do you have proof that the Triarchy is supported by Myr, Lys, and Tyrosh." Aenar broke the silly argument between his father and Lord Corlys. The man had arrived at Dragonstone yesterday.

Aenar knew he was furious for being rejected by Viserys, and now he was left with only one option. But sadly, Laena hadn't come with him. She and Laenor had sailed back to Driftmark. Lord Corlys had arrived with Lady Rhaenys.

Aenar found it funny when the Queen Who Never Was, tried to make fun of him.

' "Ahh, Prince Aenar. You must really like your new home. From Heir to just another Prince." Rhaenys spoke with a hint of mockery, but Aenar merely smiled smugly.

"You must know that feeling better than all of us, my Dear Queen," Aenar said mockingly, bowing his head shallowly. Rhaenys's face turned bright red from anger. But unlike me, you have tasted it twice. Tell me, how does it feel to fall from the ladder? Does your back hurt, not once but twice?" Aenar continued, speaking with an even bigger smug smile. The soldiers nearby tried but failed to suppress their laughter, especially Ser Elric Stark and Ser Criston.

"You are nothing but a child playing war. You think because you have a large dragon, you are ready to--" Her words stuck in her throat when Cannibal let out a mighty roar above them before landing near enough. The ground shook, and Meleys roared at Cannibal, but the black Dragon quickly roared back at her, his wings spreading, now looming over the other dragon like a god of death, causing the Red Queen to whimper and lower her head, slowly backing away.

"Be careful what you say, Lady Rhaenys. My dragon is not fond of little girls who do nothing but complain." Aenar said with a threatening voice, looking straight at Rhaenys as he said it. She felt silent, and he turned around and walked away from her, quickly followed by his two best Guards." '

"Yes. I have proof, a man I trust with my life gave me solid proof that the three of the Free Cities are supporting these pirates to attack my ships." Corlys said with conviction, looking from Daemon to the young Prince. Aenar smirked as he stood up.

"Well, you are right, Lord Corlys, but the pirates are not being supported only by the Free Cities." This made his father and the Lord turn to look at him strangely.

"Who else?"

"Dorne," Aenar answered with a growing smile. This took the Sea Snake by surprise; even his father seemed confused.

"Why would Dorne risk the wrath of the Dragons, and what proof do you have?" Corlys demanded, but Aenar could see the growing anger in his eyes. Even his father looked furious but for a different reason.

"I have an informer, my Lord. Ser Elric, call for Lady Kinvara to come here." The Stark soldier did as he was told and quickly left the chamber.

Daemon knew that Lady Kinvara was his son's ally, but he had yet to officially meet her.

"Kinvara, is she your informer?" Corlys asked more questions, but Aenar refused to say anything. After a minute of waiting, the door opened once again, and Kinvara strode forward with elegance, keeping her head high; her beauty was something his father noticed right away.

"A Red Priestess! She's your informer!!" Corlys hissed, his hands resting on the Painted Table as he looked at the approaching Red Priestess with wariness.

Kinvara smiled sweetly at the young Prince before addressing the two others. "My Lord. Prince Daemon, it's good to finally meet with you." Kinvara said, sounding genuinely delighted. Her voice came out as if she was singing, but the older Prince didn't share her delight, but he seemed intrigued.

"My lady. My son claims that you have proof of Dorne's involvement in these attacks," Daemon demanded. Kinvara's red eyes suddenly glittered like red gems. She smiled sweetly at the prince, and one could see the hunger in her eyes.

"My servants are everywhere, Prince Daemon. Dorne is not an exception. The First Son of the Prince of Dorne is now sailing towards Myr with ten ships. This is their second meeting, and one hundred pirate ships are now sailing towards the Stepstones. Their target is the supply ships sailing towards Driftmark; they want to starve your castle, my Lord. As for proof." Kinvara pulled out a scroll with the Dorne sigil, letting it roll across the table and revealing the words written inside.

The words written on it made it seem like the Prince of Dorne wrote it, but one thing that made Corlys's eyes widen was the Valyrian Steel dagger of House Martell. Sun's Poison that Kinvara handed to Prince Daemon.

"This belongs to House Martell." Daemon quickly claimed, pointing at the sun sigil with a spear carved into the handle of the dagger. Corlys sighed heavily, clenching his jaw.

"I will have my men sail to Myr. If what you are saying is the truth, then I will crush the Free Cities myself." Corlys declared, his voice booming throughout the chamber.

"And Dorne will Burn." Aenar declared with a growl, sounding like a dragon, and Cannibal let out a mighty roar that echoed throughout the entire Dragonstone.

The War has officially started.

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