GoT: The Blessed and the Cursed

Elaena Targaryen, born on the 13th day of the 7th moon, the same day as her father, soon became the light of the Targaryen Household.

She was a beautiful baby, right from her birth, with purple eyes and silver-blonde hair, strong in magic, and quite peaceful for a baby her age.

Elaena seldom cried, loved staying in the arms of her parents, and giggled whenever she met the Dragons, not scared of them in the least, and she slept a lot, as all babies did.

Given how much everyone in the house doted on her, Daenerys felt a little jealous as she was no longer the youngest in the family and because Azaerys was not spending as much time with her as he used to. However, she still loved her niece a lot and slept with her in the same room, next to her crib, in the bed with Ashara. The Queen's room was her new room.

The Dragon Queen had a difficult labour, but her life was never in danger. She was weak for a few weeks after giving birth, but once she was strong enough to walk, she took her child on the back of her dragon, Starfyre, and did not return for hours.

It then became a routine for her, as she would take Elaena on rides with her almost daily, and when she did not or could not, she would ask Azaerys to take her.

Aerylyx, just like how he did not mind Daenerys riding on him with his Master, did not mind little Elaena either, which told everyone that the girl was very strong in Magic, strong enough to have the Black Egg that Azaerys had brought from the Grand Temple. And he did give it to her and placed it in her crib, where it stayed with her for several months before it hatched.

However, contrary to what everyone expected, the young Dragonling, though quite attached to Elaena, was not bonded with her.

It instead chose Azaerys, who was already bonded with Aerylyx, and the Young King did not tell them why and how he was able to bond with a second dragon at the same time.

They thought that, perhaps, even he did not know what was happening, but the truth was that he knew everything. He always knew that the Dragon Egg belonged to him, and had already seen a vision where he was flying on his black dragon, whose underside was cream, and whose inside of the wings and eyes were crimson. Aerylyx was right by their side in the sky, large enough to cover the entire King's Landing in its shadow.

The newborn she-dragon was menacing-looking, just as much as she was beautiful, and Azaerys named her Nefaerion, after the Goddess of beauty and carnage.

Nefaerion grew up fast, faster than other Dragons, all because she was bonded to him.

By the end of her first year, she was already larger than Lyrax and Silvexis, who belonged to Rhaemon and Arthur, and almost the same size as Xeraxes, who was her sister and born earlier than her.

It was not long before both the she-dragons were flying around with Aerylyx, staying away for the entire night as they learned how to hunt and feast.

Rhaelyx did the same as Aerylyx as she taught her siblings, Draegon, Rhaegal, and Viserion about how to hunt and took them along with her to show them the Shadow Lands, teaching them where they should and should not go.

Starfyre mostly liked staying at the Manse, close to Ashara, and only left to eat from time to time, accompanying any of the two groups.

As for Lyrax and Silvexis, they were still not big and old enough to go out on a hunt by the summer of 290 AC, so they stayed at the Manse and were fed goats and sheep by the servants.

In the blink of an eye, another year passed by, and in the summer of 291 AC, two weddings took place at the Manse on the same day.

Viserys Targaryen wed his bride Allyria Targaryen in the Valyrian Traditions, officiated by Daenerys, and Azaerys Targaryen wed Arianne Martell, taking her as his second Queen, another Valyrian Ceremony, officiated by Rhaenys and attended by Oberyn Martell, Ellaria Sand, a few trusted Knights of House Martell, who had come to visit them again.

The Dornish Prince and his Paramour had brought their two young daughters along with them. Elia was 5, named after her aunt, and Obella was 4 years old, a little chubby, but very cute. And their mother was carrying a third child in her womb.

It was decided that Oberyn and Ellaria would stay at the Manse for a year and a half so that the child would be birthed in a safe environment and would not be too young to travel for months on the sea when journeying back to Westeros.

The feast was quite a crazy affair, and to Viserys' relief, Azaerys prevented everyone from getting him drunk and accepted toasts on his behalf.

Oberyn playfully tested how much wine the Young King could handle, but regretted it as he fell unconscious during their drinking contest.

It was outrageous how much Azaerys could drink, and other than the rosy blush on his face, he seemed totally fine, ready for another glass.

However, the brides had been taken to their rooms by the ladies, and now, they were waiting for their husbands.

The Young King picked up Viserys on his shoulders and personally kicked him inside his room where Allyria was waiting for him, and the people who watched the scene, in their intoxicated states, laughed without restraint.

Azaerys did not receive a kick, but he was again thrown inside his chambers like a prisoner, and Arianne, who was hiding behind the door, locked it as soon as it was closed.

The Young King laughed at his bride's impatience but did not deny her when she hungrily kissed him, tiptoeing as much as she could since she was of a shorter stature.

With a familiar ease, she worked him out of his clothes, and he did the same as he took off her chemise.

Instead of the wedding bed, Arianne grabbed him by his manhood and led him to the table with the large mirror.

She climbed up the stool on her knees, placed her hands on the table, and bit her lower lip when their eyes met in the mirror.

"Hurt me." She demanded before he could say anything, and her words worked like a charm on him as felt himself grow painfully hard.

"Last chance," He warned her as he lined himself up at her entrance, without any foreplay.

Azaerys gently grabbed onto her waist with his left hand, and when she invitingly pushed her ass back, trying to take him in, he slowly moved his right hand up her waist and grabbed her thick black hair.

He already had his answer when their eyes met again in the mirror, so, he slowly started pushing himself inside of her.

She was wet, but not wet enough, so the intrusion brought a lot of discomfort.

"Keep going," said Arianne as tears already started leaking out of her eyes, but she still kept looking at his face in the mirror, staying brave.

Her body subconsciously started to escape him, but he clawed her waist and pulled her hair, keeping her in place.

The moment the head of his member disappeared inside of her, he sighed at her stubbornness.

"Breathe," he told her, and she did as asked and prepared herself.

However, no matter how prepared she was, she was not ready for the kind of pain that assaulted her when he filled her to the brim in one hard thrust, tearing her innocence apart, and making her feel like she was being split into two.

She screamed, loud enough to rock the entire Manse, but thankfully the walls here were thick, and only if someone was standing at the door, would they have been able to hear her.

Azaerys growled when her walls tightened around him in a vice grip, and he patiently waited for her to calm down.

"Move," Arianne suddenly said, and he gently guided her to a half-standing position on her knees.

As soon as she felt his warm body against her back, she relaxed a lot, and Azaerys planted a kiss on her left shoulder before he started to move.

He was patient with her and took things slow, but it still brought her a lot of discomfort.

Her insides secreted more love juices, and his movements inside of her became easier over time.

Arianne wished that it would end soon, but it did not. Instead, when she finally accepted that there would be nothing but pain tonight, regretting her choice, her mind started focusing on the pleasure that her nerves were now picking up on.

Moments later, a moan, mixed in with both pleasure and pain, escaped her sweet mouth, marking the start of the song that she would sing for hours into the night.

It was nothing like what she had imagined, but it was everything that she desired. It was beautiful, it was raw, and it was filled with emotions.

Azaerys made her feel loved, cherished, and desired and showed that he cared about her pleasure just as much as he cared for his own.

They made love, they fucked, pinned each other down, and Arianne fought the battle until the last bit of her strength left her body.

The Young King carefully tucked her in the sheets and then got out of bed to drink some water.

He shook his head at the mess they had created in the room and the dried blood that was sticking to his thighs.

His eyes inadvertently turned to the stool, and sure enough, it was stained with blood as well.

Not willing to let it be seen by maids tomorrow, he walked over and summoned flames in his right hand.

He carefully wiped the hand over the stool, not letting the fire make contact with the cushion, and the dried Blood that was stuck to it magically started breaking down and floated up into the fire, which erased its existence.

"Azer..." He heard her take his name in her sleep, and after drinking another cup of water, he got back into the bed and hugged her.

She was wild, wilder than both Elia and Ashara, and he smiled and planted a kiss on her head. She was silly, very silly, and it made her all the more adorable and attractive to him.

The next morning, as much as the Dornish Princess wanted to hold him when she found him hard, her body was aching all over, and she felt very sore between her legs.

She felt sweet in her heart when he did not force himself on her or make any demands. Instead, he carried her to the bath, where maids had already prepared everything, and he helped her wash and carefully clean up her body and hair.

Arianne really wanted to do something for him, so, she did the only thing she could do right now. She went down on her knees and then pleased him with her mouth, and since it was not the first time she had done this to him, her skills were good, very good.

Oberyn Martell and Ellaria both grinned when they saw Azaerys bringing their niece to the breakfast table by carrying her in her arms and instead of blushing, the girl grinned back at them. It really prevented her from being teased at the table as they were worried she would say something outrageous in front of kids.

However, Allyria and Viserys were not so lucky. Both had skipped breakfast and when they joined the family for lunch, they both looked very haggard with the raven-haired girl looking like she had not slept in a week.

As much as Ashara wanted to scold him, she kept quiet. It was not her place to interfere in their marriage, especially not in the things they did inside their chambers. Besides, despite looking weary, her sister seemed very happy.

She was not worried that Viserys had hurt her either. After all, for the last year, he had been bedding a young woman of Valyrian descent, a daughter of a disgraced noble and a wife to another, who had been sold into slavery and purchased by the Red Temple.

At first, the Prince was quite averse to the idea of sleeping with a woman who was not clean, but when it came down to accepting a whore or someone who was of a Noble birth, he chose the latter.

The girl's name was Jaerra, and she was twenty namedays old with beautiful blonde hair. The poor girl had lost her father, husband, house, and even her child who was stillborn.

When they brought her to the Manse from the Temple, there was no desire to live in her beautiful sea-blue eyes. She really had no hopes for this life anymore.

Viserys was very reluctant to do anything to her, and was questioning if he had made the right choice, but Azaerys urged him to spend as much time with her as possible, and within two moons, everyone had noticed changes in the girl.

They had caught her smiling one morning, and Viserys was keeping his head lowered, almost as if he had something to hide. Even without asking or being told, they knew what had happened between the two.

Allyria was jealous, very jealous, but she only confided her feelings to her sister, who assured her that she had nothing to worry about.

And even as Jaerra started spending every night in Viserys room, the Prince would spend most of his days with his intended or with the Knights who were training him. Of course, there was nothing Viserys enjoyed more in life than riding on the back of Rhaelyx and disappearing into the skies. Not even sex could come in its way.