5 BC - before Aegon conquest
Rhaegon stirred awake in his bed feeling the warm bodies of both his sisters at his sides, their naked forms pressed against each other in a tangled embrace, their breathing slow and steady.
He lay there for a few moments, basking in the warmth of their embrace as he watched as the first light began to creep through the nonexistent side wall of the dormitory chamber that connects to the terrace, bathing the room in soft hues of gold and red.
He reached out tentatively, running his fingers through Vaenya long silver-gold hair as she slept peacefully by his side. Her face was flushed with happiness, her lips slightly parted as if inviting a tender kiss. Unable to resist the temptation, he leaned down and pressed his lips gently against hers. She stirred briefly, her eyes fluttering open just long enough to lock gazes with him before drifting back into sleep.
With a mischievous grin, he began to explore her body, tracing slow circles along her neck and shoulders before moving lower, teasing the sensitive skin around her nipples until they hardened under his touch. She shivered involuntarily, her breath hitching in her throat as he continued his exploration, dipping his hand beneath the covers to caress the smooth curve of her hip.
Meanwhile, as he did so he noticed that Rhaenya seemed to be awake her purple eyes watching him intently from beneath her lashes. Aroused by the sight, she reached out to join in kissing his lips, while he changed his target of teasing to her.
Vaenya had woken fully by now being teased like that, her eyes wide with desire too as she watched her brother's hands roam freely over her sister's body.
The three siblings quickly fell into a rhythm, each lost in their own pleasure as well as the joy of sharing this intimate moment together. It wasn't long before all three of them were panting heavily, their bodies writhing uncontrollably as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over them, it wasn't long before both his sisters released and they collapsed back onto the bed panting, going fast sleep again.
Rhaegon seeing them being like that, quickly got up and came to his mother's side in the bed to make trouble seeking release seeing that she was awake after all the noise they were making.
"Mother, I need you," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. Visenya's eyes were alluring, her expression soft and inviting as she nodded.
Rhaegon climbed onto the bed, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers as he began to give her a slow, deep kiss. Visenya responded eagerly, her tongue exploring his mouth as she deepened the kiss.
As their lips moved together, Rhaegon's hand slid down her body, finding the soft curves of her breasts. He cupped them gently, his thumb brushing over her nipples as he continued to kiss her. Visenya's moans grew louder, her body responding to his touch.
Rhaegon broke the kiss, his lips moving down her neck to her collarbone. He trailed kisses down her chest, his hand moving to her waist as he gently pulled her closer. Visenya's legs opened, allowing him easier access to her.
Rhaegon took her hand and guided it to his erection, his eyes never leaving hers. She took it in her hand, her eyes filled with a mixture of awe and desire. She began to stroke him slowly, her touch sending shivers down his spine.
As she continued to stroke him, Rhaegon's lips moved to her ear, whispering sweet nothings. After a few moments, Visenya's breath was caught in her throat as she saw Rhaegon climb her body, she tremble with anticipation as she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she deepened her blowjob. Rhaegon's moans grew louder, his body shaking with each thrust of her mouth.
Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer. He let out a loud cry as he came, his seed filling Visenya's mouth. She swallowed it all, her eyes closed tightly as she savored the taste.
Rhaegon collapsed onto the bed for a few seconds, catching his breath before turning his attention to his mother's lower body. He trailed kisses down her stomach and then his lips moved down her body, his tongue tracing the soft curves of her thighs before coming to rest between her legs where Visenya's pussy was wet and ready for him, her legs spreading wide as she invited him in.
He began to lick and suck on her pussy, his tongue exploring every inch of her, teasing her clitoris with each stroke, while tasting her.
Visenya's moans grew louder, her body writhing with each touch. It wasn't long before she couldn't hold back any longer, her orgasm building as Rhaegon continued to pleasure her. Finally, she let out a loud cry as she came, her body shaking with each wave of pleasure.
Still, he continued perched between her legs licking her pussy for a while, his tongue moving in slow circular motions before he separated from her and lay down next to her.
As they lay there, their bodies still feeling the pleasure, Rhaegon looked at his mother, his eyes filled with love. "I love you Mom, you are so beautiful" he whispered. Visenya smiled with satisfaction. "Thank you dear, I love you."
After, laying there for a while he put on his clothes and left the dormitory chamber, at eight name-days, most would still be sleeping soundly in their bed, but not him, at least not at the moment, now was time to train so he could be lazy later.
His body, strong and the blood of the dragon flowed thick in his veins, and with it came a need for action. He had already dressed by the time the sunrise came, his swordbelt fastened tightly around his waist.
The courtyard was quiet at this early hour, the castle's inhabitants just beginning to stir. Rhaegon made his way to the training grounds, where Sir Alric, waited for him.
"Early again, my lord," Alric remarked as Rhaegon approached, drawing his practice sword from the rack. "It's good to see that your fire burns strong."
Rhaegon gave a small smile, though his expression remained focused. "I won't get better just lying in bed. Let's get started."
Without further words, they began. The training started with simple stretches, loosening the muscles and preparing the body for the strain ahead. His movements were precise, controlled, and efficient.
Afterward, they moved to swordplay, where he controlled his strength all the time so the training could be meaningful. Alric began with light sparring, testing the boy's reflexes and skill, with quick strikes. Alric moved in with a feint, and Rhaegon responded with a parry, the steel clashing with a satisfying ring.
"Good!" Alric barked. "But faster, Rhaegon. You're thinking too much. Trust your instincts!"
Rhaegon nodded, wiping the few drops of sweat from his brow as he adjusted his stance. The next flurry of strikes came quicker, more fluid. He ducked under a slash, brought his sword up to deflect a follow-up thrust, and countered with a swift slash toward Alric's side. The knight blocked it just in time but with a trembling hand, their blades locked together for a moment before they disengaged.
They continued for another hour, the sound of clashing steel echoing through the courtyard. By the end, Rhaegon was gleaming with sweat but not tired at all.
"Enough for today," Sir Alric finally said, sheathing his blade with a tired hand. "You're improving, my lord. Keep this up, and you'll be a warrior to be reckoned with."
Rhaegon nodded, grateful for the praise. He had always pushed himself harder than anyone else expected.
Just as Rhaegon was about to return his practice sword to the rack, he heard footsteps approaching. He turned to see his grandfather Aerion, walking toward him with a small smile.
"Well done, boy," Aerion said, nodding approvingly at Rhaegon. "Your form is improving."
"Thank you, Grandfather," Rhaegon replied smiling smugly a little.
Aerion waved a hand. "Enough of training for now. Let's spend some time away from the same daily activities. How about some fishing? We've been too long inside these walls."
Rhaegon's face brightened at the suggestion. "Fishing? That sounds wonderful."
Aerion chuckled softly. "Come then, fetch your gear, and let's be off."
They made their way to the stables, where a stable boy with a pair of horses awaited them. Just as Rhaegon was about to mount his horse, he heard the familiar voices of his sisters behind him. Vaenya and Rhaenya, his twin sisters, came running up, their silver hair flowing behind them like streams of moonlight.
"Where are you going without us?" Vaenya asked, a teasing grin on her face.
"We're coming with you," Rhaenya added with mischief in her eyes.
Rhaegon looked to his grandfather, who simply shrugged. "It seems we've attracted company."
"Alright then," Rhaegon said, smiling at his sisters. "But you'll have to ride with me. There's only two horses."
Vaenya promptly climbed up behind Rhaegon, wrapping her arms around his waist. Rhaenya followed suit but sat in front of Rhaegon on his crotch. Rhaegon could feel their warmth pressed against him from both sides making it hard for him to lead steadily the horse.
With the twins settled, Aerion led the way, and they set off, a small group of knights following at a respectful distance. The wind was cool and refreshing as they rode through the narrow paths along the cliffs that overlooked the Narrow Sea. The sound of the waves crashing below was a soothing contrast to the teasing he was enduring on the way.
As they rode, Vaenya leaned in closer to Rhaegon's ear. "You've been spending too much time with swords and training, brother. You need to enjoy life more."
Rhaegon chuckled. "I enjoy life just fine, Vaenya. Don't you see me enjoying life right now?." As he said that he fondled Rhaenya budding tits and kissed her neck for a moment.
Rhaenya, moaned when she felt her brother's touch but still talked while panting. "She's right, Rhaegon. You're already strong enough".
Rhaegon's expression softened at his sister's words. They always had a way of grounding him, of reminding him that there was more to life than the constant need to grow stronger. "I know," he said after a moment. "But it's not just about strength. It's about being ready for whatever comes next. For us, for our family."
They rode in comfortable silence for a while longer until they reached a secluded spot along the cliffs where the waves below were calm enough for fishing. Aerion dismounted and gestured for the others to do the same. The knights stood guard at a distance, giving the family some privacy as they set up their fishing rods by the water's edge.
Aerion cast his line first, his movements steady and practiced. Rhaegon followed, his line flying through the air before landing with a soft plop in the water. Vaenya and Rhaenya sat beside him, watching the water with curious eyes.
"You've done this before, right?" Vaenya asked, her tone teasing.
Rhaegon smirked. "Of course. I've caught more fish than you've ever seen, Vaenya."
She rolled her eyes but smiled. "We'll see about that."
They sat in peaceful silence for a while, the sound of the waves and the occasional squawk of seabirds filling the air. The fishing was slow at first, but soon enough, Rhaegon felt a tug on his line. He grinned, pulling the rod back with a strong, practiced motion, and soon a gleaming fish broke the surface of the water.
"Ha! Told you," Rhaegon said, holding up the fish proudly.
Vaenya pouted playfully. "Beginner's luck."
Aerion chuckled from his spot. "Good catch, boy. But the day's not over yet. We'll see who ends up with the most."
The small competition that followed was lighthearted and filled with laughter. Rhaegon and his sisters teased each other constantly, each trying to outdo the other in their catches. Aerion, for his part, remained calm and steady, his experience showing as he pulled out of the water fish after fish with ease.
As the sun rose higher in the sky, they decided to take a break, sitting together on the grass while eating jerky meat they had brought with them. The conversation drifted from topic to topic, ranging from their daily life to their dreams for the future.
Aerion, always the storyteller, regaled them with tales of his youth, of his father, and how after him he succeeded as lord of Dragonstone. His voice was deep and resonant, and even though Rhaegon had heard some of the stories before, he found himself listening intently.
"There's something about the bond between a Targaryen and a dragon," Aerion said, his eyes distant as he spoke. "It's not just power—it's life itself. We are tied to them, and they to us."
Rhaegon nodded thoughtfully. He understood that bond more than most. His own connection to his dragon, Deathwing, was unlike anything he had ever experienced before so he instantly felt it, he still was experimenting with it and being successful in calling him to come to his side in case he needed help.
After finishing their meal, Aerion stood and stretched, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Come, it's time for the hunt. The woods aren't far from here."
They mounted their horses once more and made their way to a nearby woodland area, small but teeming with wildlife. The hunt was something Aerion enjoyed differently from his son, a way to prove one's skill and prowess. Aerion had always been good at it, and Rhaegon was eager to learn and see from him.
The knights fanned out around them as they entered the woods, their eyes scanning for any signs of game. It wasn't long before they spotted a boar, a large and powerful creature, moving through the underbrush.
Aerion signaled for silence, his eyes narrowing as he readied his spear. With a quick, practiced motion, he hurled the weapon, and it struck true, piercing the boar's side. The beast let out a final cry before collapsing to the ground.
"Well done, Grandfather," Rhaegon said, impressed by the clean kill.
Aerion smiled, a glint of pride in his eyes. "That's how it's done, boy. But you'll have your chance soon enough."
With the boar tied to the back of one of the knights' horses, they made their way back to Dragonstone. The sun was beginning to set by the time they returned, casting a golden glow over the castle.
Rhaegon, Vaenya, and Rhaenya took the boar meat and the fish they got during the day along with a few goats they requested, to the dragon cave where their dragons awaited, already being so big that they couldn't be inside the castle anymore. Deathwing, Rhaegon's dragon, was the largest of the three, his black scales glistening in the fading light. The twins' dragons, Vhaenara and Sezery, smaller but no less fierce, eyed the food hungrily.
Before feeding them, Rhaegon stepped forward, raising his hand as the dragons growled low in anticipation.
"Not yet," he commanded firmly.
The dragons huffed, smoke curling from their nostrils. Rhaegon exchanged a glance with his sisters, and they each took their positions by their dragons, ready to command.
"Vhaenara," Vaenya called out loudly, "Dracarys."
Vhaenara growled but obeyed, flames spurting from her mouth and roasting the fish in an instant. Sezery followed, and Deathwing was last, his fire the hottest, crackling as the goat's flesh crisped under its intense heat.
"Enough!" Rhaegon called, raising his hand again. The dragons ceased their flames, their eyes still locked on the food.
Satisfied with their obedience, Rhaegon drew a small knife from his belt and made a shallow cut on his palm, letting his blood drip onto the seared meat. His sisters watched silently as his blood soaked into the food, knowing the magic that came with it.
"Now," he whispered, stepping back.
The dragons lunged, tearing into the blood-soaked meat with renewed fervor. Their bodies shuddered as the magic took hold, Rhaegon watching with satisfaction as Deathwing's form seemed to grow just a little larger, his scales gleaming with renewed strength.
"They're getting stronger," Vaenya whispered, her eyes wide with wonder never ceasing to amaze her the sight.
"They'll be unstoppable in time, hopefully soon," Rhaegon replied, observing them. "And so will we."
As the dragons finished their meal, it wasn't enough for them but they had already been fed previously by others, but this one was enhanced so they settled into a contented slumber with the magic still pulsing within them.
.....
Rhaegon, Vaenya, and Rhaenya strode back into their shared chamber after a long afternoon tending to their dragons. The room was warm, lit by the amber glow of the hearth, and the air smelled faintly of wood and spice.
In the center of the room sat a small table where Rhaegon had carefully set up the Jenga tower. He had commissioned a woodworker to craft the game pieces—smooth, polished blocks of maple that fit perfectly together. The game was new to them, something Rhaegon brought from his previous life, and he was eager to introduce it to his sisters.
"Come on," Rhaegon said, gesturing toward the table as he took a seat. His sisters followed, their faces curious and expectant.
Vaenya, the elder of the two sisters, sat gracefully on a cushion, her silver-gold hair cascading over her shoulders, while Rhaenya, the younger one, plopped down with a playful grin, her excitement barely contained.
"What is this?" Vaenya asked, eyeing the tower with mild suspicion.
"It's called Jenga," Rhaegon said, pride lacing his voice as he ran a hand over the smooth wooden blocks. "The goal is simple. You take turns pulling one block from the tower and placing it on top. But you have to be careful. If the tower falls, you lose."
Rhaenya clapped her hands together, her violet eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I like it already. When do we start?"
Rhaegon chuckled. "Hold on. Let me explain the rules first."
Rhaegon leaned forward, his fingers lightly touching the tower as he spoke, explaining the mechanics of the game. "You can only use one hand at a time to remove a block. No two-handed moves allowed. You can tap the blocks to find a loose one, but once you start pulling a block, you have to commit. If the tower collapses during your turn, you're out. Simple enough?"
Vaenya nodded, her expression focused. "Seems easy enough."
Rhaegon smirked. "It's not as easy as it looks."
The first game began with Rhaegon making the opening move. His fingers deftly slid a block from the center of the tower, and he placed it atop the structure with precision. The tower wobbled slightly, but it held firm.
"See? Like that," he said, leaning back.
Vaenya was next. She reached out, her hand hovering over the tower as she considered her options. Her fingers brushed a few blocks before settling on one near the bottom. With slow, deliberate movements, she slid the block free and placed it on top. The tower swayed, but remained intact.
"Your turn, Rhaenya," Vaenya said with a sly smile, clearly relishing the challenge.
Rhaenya leaned forward eagerly, her fingers dancing across the blocks as she inspected the structure. She finally settled on a piece near the top, carefully pulling it free. "Easy!" she declared triumphantly as she placed it on top.
The game continued in this manner for several rounds, with the siblings laughing and teasing one another as the tower grew taller and more unstable. Vaenya, ever the careful one, took her turns with calculated precision, while Rhaenya, more impulsive, would sometimes tug at a block with reckless confidence, eliciting gasps of anticipation from the others.
Rhaegon, as the one who had introduced the game, played with a quiet confidence, his movements sure and steady. But as the tower grew more precarious, the tension in the room rose.
Vaenya's hand trembled slightly as she slid another block free, and the tower swayed ominously. "I don't know how much longer this will last," she muttered, eyeing the structure with a mix of pride and anxiety.
Rhaegon grinned. "That's the fun of it."
Just as the tower seemed ready to collapse, the door to their chamber creaked open. Rhaegon glanced up, his smile widening as their mother, Visenya, entered the room, followed closely by their aunt, Rhaenys.
"Well, well," Rhaenys said, her voice teasing. "What are the three of you up to in here?"
Visenya, regal as always, surveyed the room with a raised eyebrow, her silver hair gleaming in the firelight. "A game?" she asked, her tone curious but intrigued.
"It's called Jenga," Rhaegon said, gesturing to the tower. "Care to join us?"
Rhaenys stepped forward, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. "I never could resist a challenge."
Visenya, more reserved but no less competitive, took a seat beside Vaenya and gestured toward the tower of wooden blocks. "Show me how it's done," she said, her voice calm but carrying an air of challenge. Rhaenys, her eyes sparkling with amusement, sat beside Rhaenya, leaning forward with her usual playful energy.
Rhaegon smiled, watching the room's dynamic shift with the presence of their mother and aunt. He sensed the subtle currents of rivalry, the playful but firm competitiveness that seemed to run through their blood.
"Alright," Rhaegon said, still holding court as the one who knew the game best. "The rules are simple. You take turns pulling a block from the tower, one hand only. Place the block on top. The tower gets taller, shakier, and whoever makes it fall loses. Easy."
He could see the gleam of determination in Visenya's eyes, the familiar look of someone who was ready to master whatever challenge was laid before her.
Rhaenys, on the other hand, already wore a grin as though she had won the game before it even began. "I hope you've been practicing," she teased, her eyes shifting between the others. "I have a feeling I'm going to be very good at this."
Vaenya chuckled softly but didn't respond, but her focus was sharp. Rhaenya, however, beamed with excitement. "Let's go, let's go! I'm ready!"
With that, the second game began.
Rhaegon took the first move, his fingers sliding across the blocks, feeling for the looseness in the structure. He found one near the center, carefully pulling it free with a precise tug. The tower wobbled slightly but remained intact. He placed the block on top and sat back.
"Your turn," he said, gesturing to Vaenya.
Vaenya's fingers hovered over the tower, delicate and poised. She moved slowly, inspecting several blocks before choosing one near the middle. She removed it with a smooth motion, her breath held in anticipation as she placed it atop the teetering structure. The tower swayed slightly but held firm.
Rhaenys was next, her movements quick and confident. She barely hesitated before pulling a block from near the bottom, earning a collective intake of breath from the others as the tower tilted dangerously. But with a swift, almost careless motion, she placed the block on top, and the tower stabilized.
"Too easy," she said with a grin, leaning back.
Visenya's turn came next. The room quieted as she reached forward, her movements careful and deliberate. Unlike Rhaenys, who had approached the game with playful ease, Visenya treated it with patience, her hand lingered over several blocks before she chose one near the top, removing it with a steady hand. The tower shifted slightly but did not fall.
As the game continued, the tower grew taller, more unstable with each turn. The tension in the room rose with every block added to the precarious structure. The siblings, along with their mother and aunt, exchanged quiet murmurs and teasing remarks, the laughter growing louder as the tower swayed ever closer to collapse.
Rhaegon noticed that what had started as a simple game had become a quiet, unspoken competition between them all. Rhaenys' confidence, Vaenya's quiet precision, Visenya's steady calm—all of it fueled the growing tension, and Rhaegon found himself more invested with each turn.
When it was Rhaenya's turn again, she hesitated, her fingers hovering over the blocks with uncertainty. "This one's impossible now," she muttered, but there was a glint of mischief in her eyes. She tugged at a block near the base, and the tower wobbled precariously. Everyone held their breath.
With a triumphant laugh, she managed to pull the block free, placing it delicately on top.
"Rhaegon, it's your turn," she said, her voice filled with the thrill of the challenge.
Rhaegon leaned forward, eyeing the tower with a careful gaze. The base was a delicate, hollowed-out frame of loose blocks, while the top leaned slightly to one side. It was his move that could bring it all down.
His fingers brushed against the remaining blocks, feeling for any hint of looseness. After a few agonizing moments, he settled on one near the middle. With a careful, controlled motion, he began to pull.
The tower swayed violently, and for a moment, he thought it would collapse. But then it stabilized, and with a steady hand, Rhaegon placed the block on top.
The room erupted in nervous laughter and applause.
"I can't believe it's still standing," Vaenya said, her voice soft but filled with awe.
But as the game continued, it became clear that the tower couldn't last much longer. Rhaenys took her turn with reckless abandon, tugging at a block with the same careless confidence she had shown before. But this time, her luck ran out.
As she pulled the block free, the tower swayed one final time, and with a crash, the blocks tumbled down, scattering across the table.
Rhaenys burst into laughter, throwing her hands up in mock defeat. "I suppose that's it for me."
Visenya smiled, the corners of her mouth lifting ever so slightly. "Well played," she said softly, her gaze flicking to her sister.
"You too, Visenya," Rhaenys replied, leaning back in her chair.
As the hour grew later, the faint sound of footsteps echoed from the corridor outside. Moments later, a servant entered the chamber, carrying a tray laden with food—roasted meats, bread, fruit, and wine. The smell of the feast filled the room, and the siblings, along with their mother and aunt, paused their game to make room for the meal.
"Perfect timing," Rhaegon said, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the food. "I was starting to get hungry."
The servant quickly set the table, arranging the dishes in a way that allowed the group to continue sitting around the Jenga tower, which now lay in ruins, waiting to be rebuilt.
Rhaenya grabbed a piece of bread and tore into it eagerly, while Vaenya took a more measured approach, serving herself some of the roasted meat. Rhaegon poured wine for his mother and Rhaenys, who accepted it with a gracious nod, while he drank mead.
As they ate, the conversation flowed easily "You were lucky this time," Rhaegon said to Rhaenys, his tone light but filled with good-natured rivalry. "Next round, I'm sure you'll be the one to knock it down again and faster this time."
Rhaenys grinned, raising her glass. "We'll see about that."
Visenya, sipped her wine with a serene expression. "It seems I have a knack for this game. Perhaps we should make it a regular part of our evenings."
Rhaegon chuckled. "I think that can be arranged."
The meal continued, and as they finished eating, the servants returned to clear the dishes and they continued for a few more games before retiring to sleep.