Legacy of the White Dragon : Dance of the Dragons

Visenya Targaryen (109 A.C. Ninth Moon)

Kingswood

She had waited with her mother, Alicent, and the other ladies. Yet after some time, she got bored, even though she enjoyed playing with Aegon, and he was funny. He was falling, giggling around about nothing.

Then the horn sounded, wishing meant her brothers would be returning. Did they already have something? See wonder? Like the big brown bear her brother had once slain together with Ghost. She remembered the big thing, its mouth big enough to hold her head inside of it.

"Muna can go outside. I shall not wander from the camp." She asked, and her mother nodded and continued talking. She gave Aegon a kiss before leaving.

She walked out, seeing the party arrived. She looked to see if there was yet a catch, but there was nothing. The lords that had joined the hunt now dispersed. "Princess, Visenya, you are as beautiful as your mother." She looked toward her back, where the voice came from. It was a Lannister, and she noticed all the lions on him.

"Uh, thank you." She wasn't sure what to say. She was just being polite. "Lord Jason Lannister, I don't think we have properly introduced." The man's words were laden with arrogance, yet the man made a small bow. Now she remembered where she had seen the face before. "Doesn't your brother serve on my brother's Small Council?" "Yes, brother Tyland, I hope he hasn't been frighteningly dull?" She smiled at his words.

"Do wish for some refreshments." She hadn't drunk anything for some time, so she nodded. "The finest honey wine you ever state. Made in Lannisterport of crouse." She drank it, she was allowed to have one cup a day, so she expected it. It tastes sweet, yet the man starts speaking again. "Ah, the Kingswood, fine hunting grounds, but the best sport you find near my home. Casterly Rock, have you been?" He questioned as the man babbled on about his home. "No, I have spent most of my life in the North and Kingslanding." She answered, and she wondered why the man was talking to her.

"Well, your dragon has been. You should come, it truly is a wonderful place. " As he moved closer and laid a hand on her back, she felt a bit uncomfortable. "It is said that if you look from the highest tower, you can look straight across the sunt sea on a clear day." That piqued her interest more. "Truly, my lord, you see Essos from that tower, or are your eyes not great? It would be a shame if I couldn't see far from such a view." Lord Jason seemed to frown but laugh quickly.

"Well, should I have already started building a dragonpit? We don't wish for your dragon to be stabled again in the stables." She first looked at him, and then she wondered why House Lannister needed a dragonpit. They were the only places that housed dragons for more prolonged periods of time. Like Seadragon Point, the caves near the region had been modified to fit Aemon's dragon.

"Why would you need a dragonpit, my lord?" She questioned him. As she brushed his hand off her, what stayed there for the entire time. "To house dragons, of course. I would do anything for my princess or future bride." "What, future bride!" She said as she wondered how that happened. Her mother had told her of proposals. Had Viserys accepted a proposal and yet hadn't even told her? Oh, anger bubbled up inside her.

"Princess, does Lord Jason bother you?" She looked toward her side, and it was Harwin. Oh, she liked him. He was always quite amusing to be around. Capable commander of the City Watch, as far as her mother had told her. "No, Ser Harwin, but if you excuse me, my lords, I wish to depart." She said and gave the cup back to the lord. She stormed back into the tent and toward where her brothers were already sitting in the center.

"Brother, first, you cast me aside for the second son's daughter," she said with a scowl. Not that she was brother about the fact she didn't have to marry her older brother. Still marrying Alicent, even if she liked her, was a mistake. "And now you want to marry me off to Jason Lannister." Viserys looked at them, then to Aemon, who wore an angry frown.

"You said you would decide anything before speaking with us," Aemon said, disappointment evident in his voice.

"I haven't decided anything. I merely thought I would allow the man the courtesy of approaching you. Besides, he is an excellent match, a Lord Paramount," Viserys replied, brushing it off. He hadn't even bothered to inform her of the offer. "Does Mother know?" she asked.

"No. I received the proposal a moon ago but thought it best not to make things awkward by discussing a possible betrothal," he replied, avoiding the conversation. "Oh, you coward," she thought, glaring at Viserys.

"Visenya, come, let's take a walk in the woods so you can calm down. The wolves can join us." Aemon offered before, saying "I, also wish to discuss something with you," She nodded and walked away, angry, for Viserys was still hot inside her.

Soon, they arrived in the woods, and she had calmed down somewhat. "Vis, I don't want to make the same mistake as our brother. So, before someone else speaks of it, I wanted to talk to you about a possible match I have for you. The lord in question has already agreed with my proposal. I only need your and our brother's agreement for the match." Aemon began. Even though he had already acted, at least he was willing to discuss it with her.

"The match I have arranged for you is someone Mother says you have regular contact with. She also said you seemed to like being around him," he continued. Her interest was piqued, but she remained unsure.

"Very well, dear brother. Who have you matched me with? But if it's another Jason Lannister, you can go straight back to the Stepstones," she growled, and Aemon chuckled.

"Harwin Strong. He's the heir to a great house in the Riverlands, his keep centrally located. It holds more than enough space for Dreamfyre. On certain terms, Lord Strong has agreed concerning your future children," Aemon explained. She stopped in her tracks.

"Harwin Strong? Is that why he spoke up just now?" She asked, a bit disappointed. Of course, that's why he did what he did. Aemon frowned at her words. "What do you mean?"

"He spoke up when I was getting upset when Lord Jason spoke to me."

"No, Ser Harwin doesn't know it yet. It was how his father and I arranged for you to get to know each other. I don't say you have to agree. I just want you to keep an open mind," Aemon said, hugging her.

"I shall try. It seems unfair that our older brothers can do as they wish while we have to do our duty." Her frustration was evident, and her voice tinged with the weight of her responsibility and the lack of freedom that came with it.

"I know, but we are also Starks, and we hold to our duties. Winter is coming. We are both ice and fire, we have our passion, but we also stand steadfast in our duty. So think about it and see if you can imagine a life with Ser Harwin. Perhaps he surprised you?" He said with a smile.

"Perhaps, brother," She said with a grumble, yet she liked Harwin, perhaps this worst option. "Now, shall we race back to camp? I bet you, Patch, and I can race you, and Ghost can easily beat you." She said, with a smirk, and rand off. With Aemon calling after her, she truly laughed for the second time that day.

Viserys Targaryen (109 A.C. Ninth Moon)

Kingswood

Aemon and Visenya had returned, and it seemed that Aemon had calmed her down. But there was still a clare sent toward him when he entered before she left to join her mother and the ladies-in-waiting of Rhaenyra.

Aemon seemed to join the conversation with Rhaenyra and Alicent, and both seemed happy as Rhaenyra laughed at Aemon's comment. She looked so much like Aemma, and his heart ached. Alicent also seemed to smile at Aemon's presence. He had been clad, Alicent and Aemon still had a good relationship, as he knew Aemon didn't approve of him taking her as his wife. Yet one of the many things his brother had accepted. One of the many choices of his King, and brother had made. Which Aemon had not totally approved of, but Aemon stood by his side nonetheless. 

"Your grace," Lord Jason had spoken, walked up, and pulled him away from the sight. He was holding a spear in his hands. What did the man want now? He also had a smug look on his face. What he had noticed of Lannisters was always those smug, arrogant faces. However, Tyland seemed to have a better hold on it, he was called off it.

"I had it forced in the Golden Gallery in honor of Prince Aegon," Jason said as he held out the spear in front of him, handing him the spear. It was highly decorated, with a red silken pulm and golden dragonhead before the spear point. It wasn't like the Valyrian Steel spear Aemon had given him, yet he couldn't deny the craftsmanship of the work. "Quite a thing."

"I hope it will provide the killing stroke to your White Hart. If they say of the stag, the way it's. It truly is the King of The Kingswood." Jason said, his words had a hony to them. He was buttering him up for something. "It's as if the Seven themselves have blessed this day."

"Thank you for your generosity." He said as he gave the spear to one of his servants and took hold of his goblet.

"Your Grace, I would be honored to take the princess Visenya to wife. Sister to your grace and aunt to a future king." What did he mean with a future aunt to the King? "It would strengthen the bond between us to great houses and give more strength to the crown." Jason ended his proposal and bowed.

"You think House Targaryen lacks strength? My chosen heir just beat the Triarchy into a bloody pulp and beheaded their man in the Stepstones. So tell me, why would we need more strength?" He questioned, and the words chosen heir seemed to take Jason aback.

"If, Your Grace, someone would offer you more dragons, wouldn't you take them?" Jason questioned. "Do you have dragons to offer?

"No, Your Grace, perhaps in the future if the gods are good. Your sister, Your Grace, and aunt to a future king would find Casterly Rock is a splendid seat. It is one of the greatest in the realm and more than great enough to be a future home for a princess of House Targaryen." What did he mean with a future aunt to the King? Again, the lord had spoken of aunt to the future King, but Visenya was Aemon's sister. 

"Hold on, Lord Lannister, what did you mean with an aunt to a future king?" He said with a grumble. The man looked up, surprised, as if he had said something wrong.

"Oh, I just thought about your son being born and him reaching his second nameday. You would name young Aegon as your heir, and many had assumed such an action." The man answered. His voice was higher now.

"Many of us, you say?" His eyes narrowed as he leaned forward to the man. "Have your bannermen questioned my choice of heir?" "No, of course not, Your Grace," Jason answered quickly, genuine surprise even more on his face.

His words were forceful as he spoke. "It is your sworn duty to report rebellion that is rising in my kingdom." "Rebellion? There is nothing of the sort. I just…" But before the man could say more, he cut him off. "I did not decide to name Aemon, my heir, on a whim. I married him to my daughter to add to his claim, and he also has my uncle's granddaughter as his bride. Both Baelon and Aemon Targaryen's bloodlines are beside him. All lords of the kingdoms do well to remember that, and thank you, of course, for the gift." He said, waving the man away. The man bowed, spoke the words 'Your Grace,' and walked away. He took his goblet, and the wine burned through his throat as he drank it in one go.

He then looked to his left and heard the scraping of a chair Otto had come to sit beside him. He started speaking of the hunt. "The huntsman has picked up the trail and won't be long until the White Hart is cornered. Your prize is within reach."

"In light of Lord Jason's proposal, what are your thoughts?" Otto asked. "The man's pride has pride, also the damn man, spook of Aegon as my heir. Haven't I made more than clear that Aemon is my heir?" He said, rolling his eyes as he held his hand for his mouth. He felt the wine making its way to his head, yet he didn't mind the lightheadedness.

"You have your grace. As for Visenya, you are her eldest brother and head of House Targaryen. She would do as you command." At least the man didn't go into the succession. He didn't want to hear it anymore.

"Puff, you think it's that simple? Do you think my brother and stepmother would just accept it? Besides, I'm not really in a position to command her to marry anyone. As choose your daughter over her." Choosing was a large part of it. He enjoyed Alicent's company. Yet waking up beside her in the bed had been part of his choice. He still felt like a fool when he thought back on that moment. Yet he has made his choice. 

"True, enough, but sometimes, matters of state are more important than personal feelings." Well, it seems you didn't mind that when it suited you did it. He thought bitterly. "I want her to make her own choice, and I owe her, Aemon, and Lyanna that much." He said with a grumble, and Otto just nodded.

 "Perhaps I have another solution. On closer to home, and it might also please Prince Aemon and Princess Lyanna." He said, and he wondered what he was going to say. As would say, that he had married her beside Alicent, he would throttle him.

"Prince Aegon," 'Prince Aegone' and he was just really a two nameday old betrothing him to a ten nameday old. He snorted and gave out a laugh as he looked at Aegon playing with Aemon, which brought a smile to his face. "The boy just turned two, and Visenya just turned ten."

"Yes, but it would cease the endless proposals for Visenya's hand. It won't stop. She is an unmarried princess of the royal family. Something all house in the realm would wish for." Otto argued. He just sighed. He was done. He just wanted to hunt and be happy with his family. "Betroth them, Your Grace," "I came here to hunt... Not be suffocate by all this fucking politicking." He growled at him.

"Let us speak no more of it." With that, Otto left him, and he refilled his cup.

Lyonel Strong (109 A.C. Ninth Moon)

Kingswood

"Prince Aemon, it seems his grace has spoken with Lord Jason. It seemed it didn't end well." He said with a smirk, and Aemon smiled back. "Well, I expected as much, and it seems Lord Jason has done us a favor," Aemon said as he took a sip of the wine. "How so?" "Your son spook up for Visenya when Lord Jason spoke to her. So that won points for him. I do think it's time, however. To bring the proposal to the King." Aemon answered.

"Have you informed your sister it would be a waste if we come to have the same problem as Lord Jason, who has been too rash in his actions?" He questioned. 

"Visenya has already been informed and seems interested in a match. Plus, your loyalty to the King and me has been valued. Visenya knows this too and knows your son, who, from what I could tell and what my lady mother has said, Visenya has a good relationship with him." Aemon answered.

"But you are in agreement? With the expected terms that would come with the betrothal." He nodded. He had thought of it. It was the best, having families with separate dragons, not connected with one another. It wasn't in the best interest of the realm if his grandchildren would ride dragons. They should be matched with the Royal family. "No problem, I agree. I know you like your goodfather, but he has gained too much autonomy. With his control of the dragons within his family. Yet only with marriage to you, he has been reined in." Aemon smiled at the words.

"Let's go then see if my brother hasn't drowned himself too much in wine," Aemon said and chuckled, yet his voice was a bit condescending.

"Your Grace," They both said as they arrived at the dais. "Hmm, brother, are you having a good night? And hope you do as well, Lord Strong?." The King's voice was heavy with wine.

"Yes, brother, the feast has been quite enjoyable. It's a true chance from the Stepstones, although Little Tyrosh does have his moments." He has been there, and his stay in Little Tyrosh and the place had its moments. It was refreshing to Westeros.

"A true feast for your son and your brother's return." His echoing Aemon's words, the King slimed at them, but it didn't reach his ears.

 "Brother, as you do know, the realm has been patiently waiting for the announcement of our sister's betrothal. As of yet, none has been made. During my time with our master laws in Little Tyrosh, I have spoken much with him before in Kingslanding. I know him and his son, who are loyal to the crown. As well as putting their interest own, after the good of the realm. On that account, Lord Strong and I have agreed on certain terms if the flowing events would happen." Aemon spoke slowly, not even beginning with the betrothal, but I butter the King up. "Lord Strong, if you please say rest, I think is for the best."

He exhaled a deep breath before speaking again. "Your Grace, I humbly ask for the possibility of union between our two houses. I suggested a betrothal between your sister, the Princess Visenya, and my eldest son, Ser Harwin." When he was done, he bowed.

The King looked at him and then his brother. "So, brother? You vouch for a possible match. Does the princess Lyanna as well?" "Yes, brother, my mother was the one who recommended it, and I discussed the possibility of it with Lord Strong in Stepstones. An agreement was reached about whether a match would be reached. I wasn't going to agree without Your Grace or our sisters' blessing." Aemon said, bowing again.

"My lord, I know your son is ten years older than my sister." The King's voice was heavy, sounding tired as if he didn't want to be there. But he continues nonetheless. "I have to think about the match. Speak with Visenya, and your son. I won't agree with it just yet, as of the agreements made with my brother. I want to discuss this before anything is finalized. I pray our sister will be happy with you as I have yet to hear a protest from her." The King stood up and walked up toward them.

"We will see it later," the King said, clapping them both on the shoulder. "Aemon, Lord Strong, have a pleasant evening." And the King was flowed by his kingsguard.

"Well, it went better than I had hoped for, my lord," Aemon said after the King was out of earshot. "Yes, I can see the King agreeing to it. Let's hope our Lord Hand won't interfere." Aemon nodded and looked toward where the hand was in conversation with his older brother. "Yes, I read what you and I had said about him and Lord Tyland. They were the main instigators of retracting support from the Stepstones. I spoke of it with the King earlier. Around half of the ship will stay and are now under the command of Ser Vaemond and Lord Desmond Manderley, and they have Laenor's support if the Triarchy thinks of doing anything stupid." Aemon ended, taking a sip of the wine. He set one table before they spoke to the King.

"I suspect as much when Laenor didn't come with you. It was that, or that he had already returned home to Driftmark." Aemon nodded at his words. "As for the Small Council, you aren't wrong, and Lord Beesbury is fully behind you as the heir. Listen to the King's word; on other matters, he is unbiased. I try to be, yet you have always been levelheaded in the council and a friend. So even if I wish my opinions, they aren't unbiased." He ended, and Aemon smiled.

"You aren't wrong, yet appreciate the support it has been valued over the years. As well as your friendship, followers are many, but you have only so many true friends." Aemon said and crapped his shoulder.

"Come, let's have a drink on this relative success." "Very, my Prince, lead on, and hope a fruit will grow from the seed we have planted." Aemon laughed as they both walked to where barrels of Northern ale were being held.

Alicent Hightower Targaryen (109 A.C. Ninth Moon)

"Your Grace?" She turned around as she had been looking at Aegon. It had been Aemon who had spoken, "Prince Aemon," She spoke to him formally. "You have a wonderful son, and I'm happy my nephew is healthy." He said as he looked at their son,

"I wish I had been there in the beginning, but life has its way of getting in the way of the things you want." His voice was that of longing. "I thank you for your words. It has been trying, and his father seems happy with him. It was quite a site seeing them play." She had meant him, as she couldn't remember the last time Viserys had truly played with Aegon.

"Yes, it must have been. I hope you are happy, my queen?" He questioned, and there was that look again she used to melt away in. "I have been contented, yet war in the background of one's mind has a way of getting the way of enjoying life." She answered, and it had, first, he had left to war, and the Rhaenyra had gone.

"Sometimes it has been lonely. Especially when your mother and Rhaenyra weren't in the capitol." She said, and he nodded. "Well, I shall make a regular appearance now, at least after Laena has given birth, and I am more than happy to keep you company. If certain circumstances would allow it." He said, and yet in the way he had spoken the words. He couldn't possibly mean what she thought. Not that he had been on her mind since that night whenever she did her duty to her husband.

"I wouldn't decline your company Aemon. You have always been a close friend to me. Having you back in the capital will be a blessing." She said and took Aemon's hand.

"Aemon?" They both looked toward the voice. "Rhaenyra, I was just speaking with Alicent about little Aegon. It a true blessing to have a nephew like him." Aemon said as he went to Rhaenyra's side.

"Well, Aegon is a cute child. I had my reservation as well, and we all knew about it. But I have come to love him. Sometimes, he makes me think of Baelon and my mother, but. Then I look and see my friend. That's why I choose to see, instead of the loss, I still hold on to what I still have." Rhaenyra said with a smile, and her heart swelled a little with her friend's words.

 "Thank you. I know it has been difficult for you. But I'm happy you are still with me, even if I have made mistakes." She said, and she meant it. She should have told her about the meetings. But her loyalty to her father was too high then, as was her duty to her house.

"Well, we all have made them of the years. At least the war is over, and two new Targaryens will soon come into the world. We are family, and we must stand together." Aemon said as he closed his arm around Rhaenyra's back and took her hand.

"My husband is right. We are family, and we will always be there for you." Rhaenyra expressed as she squeezed her hand. "I appreciate, as will I for you both." She said, and she received two bright smiles.

"Aems, shall we go to bed? We have an early rise in the morning if we are to go on a hunt tomorrow," Rhaenyra questioned as she looked toward Aemon. "Yes, we shall. Good night, Alicent." Aemon said as he took her hand and gave it a kiss.

"Goodnight," She said, watching Rhaenyra and Aemon leave the main tent. She looked around to see if she saw Viserys, and she walked outside to see if he was there. It was good to be close to him, so unity, like Aemon had said. She saw him standing near the main bonfire of the camp. His sliver hair glistened in the firelight.

"Is everything alright, Viserys?" She asked when standing next to him. He looked at her, his face masked in drunkenness. She had seen him drinking a handful of cups during the evening, and he even had one now.

He took a deep breath and spoke. "I named Aemon to protect the realm from Daemon. He is the brother I have always trusted. I pushed a new law so he could protect my daughter, better than I ever could. I did it out of love because, and I also no longer believe." His words raged, but they hid home and sounded sorrowful.

"Believed what, husband?" She said, with a sad smile. She couldn't say my love at that moment. With Aemon back, she couldn't. It wouldn't come over as believable.

Viserys sighed a couple of times, moving his around as it seemed like he couldn't stay still, then he spoke as he looked deeply into the fire. "Many of my line have been Dragonriders. Very few among us have been dreamers like Daenys." He said as he smiled at her, and she wondered what he meant. She knew of how Daenys had dreamed the doom, but were there more who did it?

"What is the power of a dragon relative to that of prophecy and vision of the future?" He said, his words coming out more desperate than before. "It is late, husband, on the morn is your great hunt." She said, trying to get him away from the flames and to bed.

But Viserys went, "When Rhaenyra and my father still lived. I saw something, a dream, so clear that I knew what I saw true, so clear like the flames in front of us." He sounded sure, yet the sadness behind him was chilling.

"I saw my son sitting on the Iron Throne, wearing Aegon's iron crown on his head." Well, he couldn't mean Aegon. Then again, he said on the occasion, to herself and others, that he saw Aemon as a son. Did he see Aemon sitting on the throne?

"Oh, and I wanted it to be true, to be a dreamer myself and hold my son in my arms." He said, looking at her with regret in his eyes. "I try to find that dream again, to see it again. I did try night after night, yet I did not see it again." He paused.

"My damn obsession killed my daughter's mother. If I had just thought about what I had, and what was to come, then perhaps I could have seen the truth. That Aemma wasn't the one to carry him. Perhaps it was a warring I did not heed." He said, and if it was more a confession to her or himself, she did not know.

"Viserys." She said soothingly as she held his arm. "I thought that marrying Rhaenyra to my brother, it would break me out of my abyss of grief and regret. So someone could make her happy and keep her safe." Well, he wasn't wrong in that by marrying her to Aemon, he had chosen, in her mind, the best match for Rhaenyra.

"I name Aemon heir to make things right, name someone I saw as a son, and protect Aemma's legacy. Yet now, here we are at my son's second name day hunt. On top of that, they speak of the significance of the White Hart, which appeared on Aemon's return, or Aegon's second nameday. Was I wrong in naming him heir?" Viserys whispered the final part.

"You did make the right choice. If someone is worthy of holding the title of heir, then it's Aemon. You trusted him with that duty. Now trust yourself instead of a prophecy." She said, and she kissed his cheek.

Then the horn sounded, announcing the end of the feast and for all to retire. "Come rest now, husband, and don't think about the duties. Just think about the happiness of Aegon's second nameday and Aemon's return." He nodded and threw the cup into the fire, making it hiss. She then took his arm and let him go to his tent. 

Rhaenyra Targaryen ( 109 A.C. Ninth Moon )

Kingswood

She had seen Alicent look when she arrived and when her husband talked to her. She still loved him, and it didn't spark the jealousy she expected. No, it was pity that she felt for her now family member whom she had learned to see as one. Even if it had been difficult at first.

Alicent was in love with someone who could never be her husband. Just a friend who could stand beside her if she needed it.

The camp was still bustling with activity late in the evening as she and Aemon made their way to her tent. She held his strong arm as they did, and walking beside him made her feel safe. She just paused a second and hit her. She had not felt this safe since Aemon had left this closeness with someone, not even with Laena.

"Rhaenyra, everything all right?" He asked as they stopped. "Everything is alright or seems to be now. At the very least, I feel safe and happy." She spoke with a flutter in her body, which felt like excitement and genuine relief.

"Well, as long as you keep glowing as you do now. I would do anything to keep you happy and safe." Aemon said as he looked into her eyes and held her face. She felt it, and then his callous hands, three years of war, made it hard. Yet he held her face tenderly, and in his grey eyes, she saw love.

She felt her face heat up in his intense gaze. He kissed her then, his soft lips going on to her, as his tongue sought access to hers. She gave it freely as she felt it connected to hers. Now, at her waist, his hands pulled her in more closely, and she placed her hands on his neck. As she truly enjoyed the kiss, she didn't know how long they just stood there. But they broke a part breathlessly and looked at each other intently.

"My Dragon, take me to bed, make me yours." She said huskily, oh, she wanted him. She wished to be one with him. To feel what Laena had told her, she wanted that intimacy with Aemon. "Hmm, you're not the only one who wants that, my dragon." He picked her up after that and gave her a mischievous grin.

He carried her effortlessly to her tent, and as they arrived, they saw Ghost lying beside his mate. Curtly up together, and it was a lovely site, something she was more than willing to imitate.

He placed her on the bed and spread her legs, laid himself on to her, his body pressed against hers, not before taking off her boots. Not saying a word, he kissed with more passion than before and more hungrily. His hand caressed her sides as they went under her clothes, his touches sending prickles all over her body.

"Aemon," She breathed out as his hands found a breast and pinched one of her nipples. "Nyra," He mumbled out, through his kisses and touch, as he found her wetness. "Please," She moaned as his fingers worked on her cunt and breast. Aemon smirked as he spoke huskily into her ears. "Eager, hmm. You are a similar company."

She gave a small pout as he stopped what he had been doing. He moved off the bed, and she stared at him as he unbounded his vest and took off his shirt. His chest was more muscle than it had been and more mass. She didn't mind what she saw and gulped a little in anticipation. "Like what you see, my dear?" Aemon questioned, giving her a smirk as he pulled off his pants. Leaving him only in his small clothes.

"Now let's unpack you. Isn't it fair for me to be the only one without clothes?" He said as he pulled on her legs and pulled her close to the edge of the bed. He went forward and kissed her eagerly. Her heart beat in her chest as he found the buttons of her vest. His work was deftly and quick, as her vest was gone in seconds. She gulped as he found the sides of her underclothes, his fingers gilding past her sides, causing goose prickles to appear.

Her upper body was bare then, and she saw his gaze at her breast. She didn't know why, but seeing him look made her blush. He noticed, as he said. "You look pretty as blush. Not that it was needed when you are one of the two most beautiful women in the world." He closed the distance again and kissed her as their bodies connected.

He tent started to kiss her neck, then her chest, before suckling her nipples gently. Caressing each with his tongue, moans escaped her mouth as he did so. "These are made for this. It has been far too long," Aemon murmured huskily. She agreed that she had missed his touch for far too long. Aemon moved further down and kissed her belly button before she felt his hand crabbing on her trousers.

He pulled them down until she was only wearing her small clothes. But that wasn't for long, as Aemon removed those. Leaving her bare, now she was fully naked. Aemon stood in front of the bed and took her right leg, kissing it just below her ankle. " You are made to be kissed only by a fellow dragon." He said huskily as he pecked kisses down her leg. She shuddered at it. She wanted all he was doing. She missed this so much Aemon's love, the closeness she felt with him.

He then pushed her forward, climbing on the bed and pulling off his small clothes. Aemon's cock stood already proud, and she gazed at him as Aemon gently pushed her legs apart. "Already wet for me?" His hands moved over her cunt, just grasping it, and she bit her lip in anticipation. "Let me make you feel good. Let me taste that pretty cunt of yours." He went down, and she moaned as his tongue moved through her lips of cunt.

One of his hands held her and found her breast as he played with it. The other she felt enter her cunt been entered by a finger. She felt herself building up, more heat spreading through her body. "Aemon, yes, please more." As she mumbled out, she felt his tongue make work of her. "Come my dragon," Aemon said, yet she barely heard him. She felt his out breath on her cunt as though.

"Yes, oh, by Meraxes," She came then, her climax shooting through her body, making her shudder in pleasure. She loved Laena and enjoyed her time together, but it wasn't the same as Aemon. It was not, but she enjoyed it still. "I love Aemon." She murmured out after she came back from her bliss.

"I love you too." He said. He came up, their sweaty bodies connecting. As he lay on top of her again, she stroked his cheek and moved her finger through his sliver-gold beard. She kissed, and she tasted herself in his mouth as their tongs connected.

"Make yours, fill me up with your cock, and fill me your seed, make fat with child." She didn't know why she said that way. When she was younger and saw her mother's struggles, she never wanted children. But perhaps she was enchanted by it all, by the love. Is that why she wanted a babe with one she loved? She wanted that more. Then, the fear she felt of what happened to her mother would happen to her. She couldn't really find any other explanation.

"Fuck Rhaenyra, what are you doing to me." She felt his cock stir against her leg as he spoke the words. "I love you and want nothing more than to have a babe with you. Like with Laena, I wish to share the same joy with you. Nothing would make me happier than feeling our child kick as he or she is inside your belly and later holding him or her in our arms." He said as he kissed her, then she moved her hands down his cock, stroking it gained little moans for Aemon.

He kissed her again, then he took his cock in his hand. She shuddered as he moved his cock over the top of her cunt. "Oh, so good." And it did, him sliding down her clit. "Please," She murmured again. Then she felt it, the intrusion of his cock against her entrance.

She hissed a little as Aemon pushed through her maidenhead. She felt it wasn't painful, just sharp pushing and stretching sensation. As Aemon's cock went inside of her cunt, finally making them one, even if they were already in each other eyes. As Aemon entered her and moved a little. He must have noticed her reaction. As he paused, "Shh, you alright?" Aemon asked as he looked at her and held her face. She nodded before speaking, "Move, please,"

He did, and she felt the stretching feeling subsite. She held him his face, and she stared deeply into his eyes. As Aemon moved, she went to his rhythm, which was steady. She even moaned a couple of times as he struck certain spots, and over time, the friction started the pleasure build-up of her own pleasure.

"Aemon," She murmured as Aemon sucked her neck, and she felt him go deeper inside her. He felt so good inside her, and she didn't want it to stop. "Bye, the gods. Nyra, you feel amazing. Your cunt perfect around my cock, come for me make me feel come you as I'm inside you." He murmured, and his voice was more strained. His words were so lustful, but she didn't care. She felt the same.

His thrust was continuous pace, and the heat inside her built up. As little moans and gaps of pleasure escaped her and Aemon's lips. "My Dragonness," Aemon murmured as he felt him thrust deep, and it made become undone. She dug her nails into his back as she came, and damn. It felt even better with him inside her. She felt her cunt constrict around his cunt, and a loud moan of pleasure came out, "Aemon!!"

"Fuck!" Aemon groaned, and she felt his seed shot inside her. "Fuck, you are amazing." He said as he kissed her and felt him thrust a couple more times. Making her moan each time. She then felt his cock slit out and roll off her, and she felt an emptiness when he was gone. "That was amazing. I didn't expect to feel like that. Not the first time, at least." She said as they both had come back to their senses.

"Well, it's possible. Not all women bleed or feel pain. It is not like the horrible experience the septas teach. At least, for your reaction, I don't think it was." He asked as he stared into her eyes. "Aemon, I can tell you this, you were perfect. Good enough to make me want to do it again." She remarked as she gave him a quick kiss.

"Well, I am happy to oblige you. Your cunt is meant to be fucked." He remarked crudely, making her chuckle. "Come here. I want to feel my wife against me when I sleep this night. It has been too long since." She smiled at his words and did as was bid. "I love Aemon." She said as she snuggled up against him. "And I you." He said as he kissed her. "Now sleep and dream of a happy future," Aemon said, closing his arm around her. She closed her eyes and drove into her best sleep in years.

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