Chapter 56 - 56

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112 AC

Stepstones - Bloodstone

Daeron Nymeros Martell

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I down a cup of chilled water and ignore the needles of ice I accidentally froze in it as they hurt my throat going down. Thoughts of how my wife could be pregnant filled my mind and pushing out all the pain. I thought she would get pregnant fast because of Shimmer or not at all because my nuts got fried because of the drug. It was either super sperm or dead sperm and it seems to be super, and side effects have appeared.

I noticed after sex her heart would race all night even after resting, that one time we fucked in the hallway she was jittery all breakfast. She seemed to adapt to it well enough over time and I was thinking it would have health benefits long term like my own 'enhancements'. The fact she could get 'addicted' to it never bothers me as the source of it for her is my nut sack. So she can want more all she wants, we are hitched for a reason and I am always down for a trip to the bedroom.

If people knew they might say I am manipulating her but to be honest I can't do much about it, cum on her back, and never do it inside?

Marriage in this world is for making babes ninety-nine percent of the time and is rarely about love. We had feelings and a duty to each other so I would only delay the inevitable by busting on her face or something. Eventually, I would have to knock her up, and I wanted to know if I even could knock her up so the sooner the better.

I refuse to just go out and fuck a whore to test my swimmers out, it's degrading and that would be cruel if she got addicted. My own wife can have a 'hit' of Shimmer whenever she wants and even then she does not know what it is and will just assume she is horny. At the end of the day, I see how it is fucked up but I am not going celibate because I got loaded spunk. I just won't run around using it to my advantage and getting a bunch of females hooked on my magic seed, simple enough.

What is worrying me the most now is that Rhaenyra said her heart is racing even with me way off in the Stepstones. If it is noticeable enough to worry about it and voice that worry I can only see Shimmer being the likely source. Just recently my dumbass brother took too much and suffered days of his heart 'beating in my throat and ears' even if it likely saved his life. It sealed a hole in his arm and nullified any poison on the bolt he had sticking into him. But Rhaenyra did not have a source of shimmer, other than what I put into her...

This means it's coming from inside of her most likely, as in from the babe forming inside of her. If she is just now noticing it enough to say something then that means a good amount is pumping through her from the babe. I don't even think a heart should be formed this early into a baby's development so I have no idea how she is getting any from it. But I also do not understand how the baby has it anyway as it should be a 'magic' thing just for me.

I think I vaguely remember something about how a baby can send stem cells to a Mother if she is hurt to help her heal. I have zero actual research into the particular subject but I remember something about it and I might be seeing something similar in this situation. I have no idea what kind of long-term effects this will have on Rhaenyra but I am praying it is not detrimental to her health. I doubt 'Nova' would have sent it out with me if it was something that would kill via pregnancy, I think he said it was tested...

I mean for all I know this might be a good thing long term, it might build up her tolerance enough she is immune to what I shoot inside of her. She just might be super horny as she comes down from the high after the babe is out of her as her body searches out more. Meaning she might end up pregnant again afterward and it would end up as a never-ending cycle... oh fuck.

"I think I need to go, I am worried about her." I turn to my Father who I just informed the situation to and he frowns.

"Tyrosh waved the white flag but Myr did not..." I clench my fists as a wave of anger runs through me and I push it down before it can build further, no sense in burning them... yet.

"Maybe I can fly around Myr itself and have them send out a messenger to discuss peace." I am close to just saying fuck it and melting some walls, it is tempting.

I need to go check Rhaenyras blood similar to how I get Shimmer from my own, I want to see how much is running inside of her. It should be little to none from the babe since it is smaller than a thumb at this point. But for all I know it is flooding her with the stuff and if that is the case I don't know what I will have to do to save them both.

The fact Myriah did not seem to be bothered when I questioned her more on the heartbeat thing puts me a bit at ease. If it was 'bad' everyone would know as she would likely bulk out like some rats have that I have overdosed on purpose. I have seen a rat swell to twice the size, so if nothing like that has happened it's likely not 'bad'.

"Women get pregnant Daeron, you should have faith in your wife to handle herself when it's so early." My Father seems unconcerned and I can't really blame him since he does not know what I know. "She is a strong woman who rides a dragon and will sit the Iron Throne, if she cant handle a babe this early on then she is doomed." I sigh feeling exasperated knowing I can't tell him the real reason for my concern.

"I still want to fly over to Myr and check it out for myself, I might be able to 'end this' with just a visit." I will end this with a visit, Myr will not want to be the sole enemy of House Martell after all we just did with House Velaryon as are partners in crime.

"If you are going to Myr to try and get them to surrender take your brother as well, you cant talk from dragon back and will need to be on the ground to talk. I want one of you to be on a dragon at all times to be ready and help the other the moment they try something. I expect them to want to wipe their hands clean of all of this but it's better to be prepared." I nod and spin on my heels to head for Lewyn who is talking with Myriah right now.

I will have her carry word back for me as my own personal 'raven' to my wife that I will be back as soon as I can. I am worried but also equal parts happy and it reminds me of what my Father said not long ago after I took Lys.

Karma really is a bitch.

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112 AC

Myr

Lewyn Nymeros Martell

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These poor fuckers don't even understand the fury that will come down on them if they don't bow out of the war by declaring no further conflict in the Stepstones. Daeron is ready to make Myr into the next Lys if they hold back and try and play games with him. Myriah came by with news of his Silver haired Princess and he is ready to soar back to her, damn lovestruck fool. Though it is nice to see him so... alive for lack of a better word at the moment.

He has never been one to laze around for long but it always seemed he was just moving around just to move around. Now he seems to have some bigger purpose pushing him along, I guess that is what marriage does to a man. Though I doubt my own will be anything like his...

I sigh as Tyraxes follows behind Gaelithox, both circling the city to make sure they have seen us. It is hard to miss when Gaelithox roars so I expect them to already be running around preparing for dragon fire.

The black dragon dives and without needing to say anything my own follows close behind as we head for the middle of the city. The walls covered in scorpions much like I have seen around Tyrosh and heard Lys also had. But they mean nothing from the range we are at, and it would be a bit hostile to burn them before we talk. Laenor ended up tagging along and as I look up I can see his dragon circling from above.

Should he see flames he is ready to join in while targeting the defenses, though I doubt it will be needed. I expect this to be over and done the moment they realize we want them to bow out like Tyrosh. This city is run by Magisters who only care about profits and there is no gain to be had fighting any longer. It is over and done and their time in the Stepstones is up, they belong to House Martell and I will rule them from now on.

A house collapses when Tyraxes lands next to it and I bite my lips praying no one was inside. I look over to see Gaelithox watching with his green eyes locked onto the dust cloud produced by the roof falling. I can almost see the amusement in the dragon's eyes before his own tail flicks and smashes the support of another house and it crumbles as if made of sand.

""Oh no, Tyraxes look what you did!"" I pat my dragon on one of his spikes and he snorts before shaking his head to get the dust off of himself.

I think I can hear Daeron shouting at Gaelithox to 'stop breaking shit you big bastard'.

Well anyway, regardless of our landing we should expect someone to be sent soon and hopefully, they don't drag this out. If they manage to piss off Daeron I pity them after seeing the state of these smaller buildings. If those spiraling towers full of glass are this weak then everything will be blown to pieces faster than they can realize they fucked up. I cant lie it would be nice to see one of those towers fall just to see how it would look.

The city of Myr is famed for its advancements, from glass to weapons along with art. It would be a pity to have to burn it because my brother is longing to see his wife that might have just caught a poor stomach. But if that is what he calls for I am more than ready to do my part and set half or more of it ablaze. I am still angry I missed Lys so I want to make up for it the moment I can, plus I know the fucker who hit me with that bolt is from here.

I look down at my arm and even though I can't see it I know there is a purple scar on both sides where the bolt went through me. Daeron told me it was stupid to take so much but the results don't lie, it sealed up and I lived. Though I had a bad case of the 'jitters' as he called it afterward, I at least know what to expect if I get hurt again.