Aemon Targaryen (107 A.C. Second Moon)
Kingslanding – Aemon's Chambers.
He woke, slept wondrously, and if he was honest, he didn't remember when he last did. Maybe it was the day Ghost returned to him, although the sight he woke to now was wondrous. He had to admit that his cock stirred at the sight. 'Two Valyrian beauties, Rhaenyra with straight silver-golden hair, and Laena had her lovely silver curls hair, both stunning in his eyes.
I wish he didn't have to wake them, yet soon the celebrations of his brother's wedding would start. His brother's marriage to Alicent would start another week of feasts, a day of tourney, and another of melee.'Then, he broke from his thoughts and heard a yawn.
It was Rhaenyra. She sat up; she was still young but a woman in the eyes of the world. She had bled, and that meant she was able to bear children. He had never held that as a measure of a woman's worth, but in the eyes of the world, it was as if she could bring children to carry on the name of her husband. He thought as he looked at Rhaenyra into her purple eyes with shades of blue in the mix, a trace of Aemma.
He traced her back, trailing his fingers down her spine. He leaned closer and kissed her, their tongues dancing. "Husband," she murmured as she snuggled closer to his chest after the kiss. "Wife," he said, trailing his fingers along her back.
Then he moaned as he felt her tug at his cock. "Rhaenyra." "You dislike it, husband?" Rhaenyra said, licking her lips. "What man would?" he responded as Rhaenyra continued tugging his cock.
"Well, my husband, were you two starting without me?" The commotion of her partners woke Laena. "Sorry, love, our wife was hungry, it seems," he said as he kissed Laena. He gave another moan as Rhaenyra increased her rubbing of his cock. Oh, it was made even better when Laena smirked and moved to touch his balls.
"Oh, my loves, you both are wonderful," he groaned happily. The sight and what his wives were doing caused for a quick climax, especially after Rhaenyra went down and sucked his cock. "Fuck by the gods," He moaned. Rhaenyra took all his seed in her mouth as he came.
"Like that, husband, your little niece around your cock. A pity we can't ride it yet," Laena said in Valyrian, making her words sound even more seductive. He kissed her passionately at that, and she returned it in kind.
"Well, I must say, husband, your seed I could have every day. In my mouth or otherwise," Rhaenyra said in a seductive tone. It seemed his niece was becoming more outspoken in her feelings. He didn't mind; he liked the sight of her. "Oh, sister-wife, on that, we can agree," Laena said, leaning over to kiss Rhaenyra, who, if a man needed more drive to lay with a woman, his wives kissing in front of you, both naked, lying on your chest would do that.
"My dears, you have granted me a morning of delight. I have an idea. If you both are inclined to do it, make sure you are both pleasured simultaneously," he said. They stopped kissing as they looked at him. 'A pity they did, in truth.' He thought. "Oh, husband, what do you have in mind?" Laena questioned as she looked at him expectantly, as did his niece.
"Well, I use my tongue on one of you. While I'm busy with either of you, the one I will be pleasing will please the other. Fine idea?" he asked. He turned a bit red when he asked them. He had no idea if they would like the idea or not.
"Oh," they both said; they also turned as red as he was. "I like the idea. I wouldn't mind tasting your wonderful cunt, Rhae?" Laena said, looking toward Rhaenyra. "True, I suppose we should learn now, as our husband will be leaving us soon, unable to satisfy us," Rhaenyra said with pride, almost mocking, but he only laughed. Leant forward and kissed her, tickling as well, making her laugh. Laena joined in, but she started to move down Rhaenyra's belly until she was at their wife's cunt. She began to kiss it and work it with her fingers, and Rhaenyra muffled a laugh as she moaned.
"Well, it seems Rhae enjoys your tongue on her cunt. Shall I start with you, Laena?" He questioned she stopped and nodded toward him, and he grinned. "Don't stop, Rhaenyra moaned as he started to kiss her down from his neck until he reached his wife's firm ass. Oh, a wondrous sight it was as he looked at Rhaenyra and Laena together. It did take him some strength not to claim Laena, as his cock was more ready for another round. 'No, not yet. A lifetime is more worth waiting for.' He thought, so instead, he started to work on his wife's cunt with his tongue.
He kissed her and licked her folds, and she was already wet when he kissed her. Letting out moans as he worked her cunt. He thrust his tongue into her warm channel and used his fingers, too. After some time, he felt Laena climax, and the sound of Rhaenyra's moans suggested she had arrived at that point as well.
He went over to them both, kissing them both as they lay on the bed, full of sweat and the smell of sex. He kissed Laena first, and he could taste Rhaenyra on her as he slipped a finger inside Laena's wet cunt, making her moan and grin. "So, did you enjoy our wife?" he asked, rubbing her cunt, making her answer under strain, "Yes, very." "Good," he said with a grin as he bent over toward Rhaenyra, leaving Laena whimpering with displeasure as he pulled out of her wet cunt. He laughed as he saw Laena's face.
He growled as he kissed one of Rhaenyra's breasts and then kissed Rhaenyra's lips full of passion. "So, niece, how was it having your sister-wife at your cunt?" he said as he stopped kissing. "Wonderful," she panted with pleasure as he dipped a finger inside Rhaenyra's cunt as well. 'Just as wet as Laena.' He thought with a grin.
He spoke as he pulled them both toward his chest. "Oh, as much as I would like this all to continue for the rest of the day, we have my brother's wedding celebrations to get to. I suppose a good father now is for me as well," he said with a chuckle. "Oh, my Rhae, your father is your good brother now as well," Laena said with a smirk, leaving Rhaenyra groan as she pulled the cushion over her head.
He laughed as he stepped out of his bed, grabbing both his wives' asses. They both yelped in playful annoyance. He walked toward his closet and pulled out one of his morning robes.
He walked toward the door and opened it, where, as usual, his steward in the castle was waiting to take his orders. "A bath for three. Bring comfortable clothes for my wives that they might wear for breakfast," he said to his steward, Salwin Pole, who nodded and left with his orders.
He also saw his Oathguards waiting on either side of the door. 'Harrold and Farrick had taken their leaves from their night watch, it seems. Good, even at weddings, my men are vilgiant.' He thought as he looked at them both. "Good morning, Your Grace. I pray you had a good night." Ser Desmond said. Edric sniffled a laugh, and he rolled his eyes. 'They heard them. Well, it's not that surprising his wives were pretty loud.' He thought before he answered. "A bit of advice for you both: bring bliss to a woman in bed, and the spoils will be sweeter than honey." He closed the door, leaving them to ponder.
"What is it, Aemon? Why you smirking." Laena questioned with a raised brow. "It seems our dear Oathguards overheard last night and this morning... festivities. I couldn't resist giving them some wisdom on the matter." He answered with a chuckle.
Laena and Rhaenyra both chuckled, shaking their heads, as they blushed.
"As for the bath, it will come soon. I suppose it will be nice, yet baths always make me long for the hot spring pools of Winterfell and baths in Seadragon Point. Both are wonderful, and we will surely enjoy them one day. They are perfect for dragons," he said longingly.
"After the war, my love, we'll travel to Winterfell to be wed in the name of your mother's gods. I thought I would love to marry on Dragonstone before you leave, according to the tradition of the Valyrians. The three of us together," Rhaenyra said as she sat up in bed. He smiled; he would like it, and he thought of it as well. It warmed his heart, and Rhaenyra had the same feeling. They both looked at Laena, as it seemed Rhaenyra noticed his smile when she sounded her wish.
"It would also bring me joy; it would bring the three parts of all together. Valyrian, First Men, and Andal all would have been represented." 'Well, Andal, I suppose I'm from his great-great-grandmother, Lady Alyssa Velaryon. Who mother was Whent
Waiting for the bath, he came and sat at his desk, looking longingly at his wives. He was truly happy, and soon he would leave this happiness. He was going to war to protect the kingdom, his family, and them.
Not much later, a knock came, "Come in," he said after Laena and Rhaenyra had covered themselves under the covers. The maids and servants brought in the water. After they had filled the bronze tub with water, they were sent away. He also ordered a larger one brought to his chambers. One that could house three people so they could bathe together.
"Mmm," he murmured when he lay down in the bath. Laena came in with him first and cheekily laid against his chest. 'Why, woman!' he thought. Oh, they weren't making it easy on him. "Well, Laena, is our husband a nice pillow," Rhaenyra asked, climbing in. Just like Laena, she snuggled against him. He didn't mind. Dragons should be together.
He was sure how long they lay together in the tub, and after some time, they started cleaning each other as their peaceful wedding bliss passed away.
Family dining hall.
He walked into the hall with both his wives in hand. Rhaenyra and Laena were dressed in the same black and red dress, with his personal sigil of a white dragonwolf embroidered. They both looked stunning. He matched it, wearing a black doublet with red, proudly displaying the dragonwolf.
"Ah, the newlyweds! It seems you all are pleased," his brother questioned. He nodded, and so did his wives, who also smiled. "Well, how joyous it is! We leave one festivity for another," his brother said with happiness. The man was easily happy, turned to anger, or turned in a direction you wanted, although his marriage to Alicent wasn't one of them.
"Well, I'm happy my gooddaughters are happy. Aren't you, Vis? You got some sisters now," his mother asked his sister. "Yeah, I would love more family. Also, it makes Aemon stay, so he doesn't have to leave. Right, Muna?" She asked as she looked at their mother.
"Sorry, honey. Aemon is going to fight for us. For the family, he will come. He has Balerion to watch out for him, as well as Corlys, Laenor, and Harrold," his mother said in an effort to comfort his sister.
She still pouted and shook her head in irritation. He walked over to her as Laena and Rhaenyra sat at the table. He knelt at Visenya's seat and placed a hand on her knee. "Hey Vis, remember I will always be with you. Your brother, no matter where we are, we are always together. We are connected like we are with our dragons and our wolves. Now give me a hug, and let's enjoy our breakfast," he said with a smile.
She grabbed him around the neck and hugged him tightly. "I miss you," she said weakly. "Hey, don't forget to take care of Rickon and Muna, okay? As well as your new sisters when I'm away," he said, giving her a bright smile. "Yes, I will be a big dragon; I'll protect them with fire," Visenya said proudly.
The rest of the dinner was relaxed, as everyone was still happy about the previous night. Although Rhaenyra still seemed to be frosty toward her father. However, he couldn't blame her. Alicent was Rhaenyra's best friend, and her father would marry her. Her wrath would be full if she only knew about him and her. But that was a card he wouldn't play unless the winds of war were rising.
Otto Hightower (107 A.C. Second Moon)
Kingslanding - Throneroom
'Here, he sat at the high table, where he should have sat during the previous feast. But no, he wasn't yet family, even if he was the hand he sat at the lower table with his daughter. The work gets his family, Andal, and faithful blood on the Throne. His blood will sit on the Throne, the blood of a second son. Even if Viserys still had named Aemon as his heir instead of easier replaceable Rhaenyra, surely he would have name his firstborn son to heir to the Throne when he was born. His daughter was young and strong; soon enough, the realm would hear of a child in the Queen's belly.' He thought with a smirk as he looked at his daughter and the King.
His daughter sat beside the King in the center of the table. She looked dutiful, and on occasion, she looked happy. 'He hoped her happiness would come from future children and becoming the Queen at the end of the week. She was a comely girl. Her red-brown hair and her graceful body had made her a desirable maid. He turned down occasional offers; the time invested in this union and work on becoming had been far too great to accept anything less.' His thoughts were broken when the gifts started to arrive.
The first ones up were the other council members. Lord Beesbury brought a book, 'The Life of Queen Alysanne,' a thoughtful but minor gift. Lord Strong brought a cape with the Hightower, and above it, the red dragon of House Targaryen, a better gift. Still, he didn't like the thought of House Hightower being lower than the dragon. The new master of the ship, Ser Tyland Lannister, brought a form from the gold gallery, a gold cup with engravings of the Hightower and dragon upon it.
Then came the former master of the ship, Corlys. "My Lord, my King, and future Queen. May yours be a happy union? May this gift of mine bring you speed when traveling on the seas; I gifted you a travel Galley." Corlys said and bowed. "A wonderful gift. It will be a great help traveling around the realm, Lord Corlys, and a reminder of your loyal service," Viserys said joyfully.
Aemon came up; he bowed down. Behind him stood Harrold, holding a box. "Brother, although I had my reservations about the match. I am more than confident that Lady Alicent will be a great Queen to the realm and a future goodsister." Aemon said with a clipped tongue. Alicent smiled brightly at Aemon. 'She always liked him too much, and lately, she seemed even more drawn to him. Why was that now?' he wondered.
"Thank you, brother. It's good to hear you say so. I appreciate your support. More than any other, except my daughter," Viserys said with a smile. 'Of course he did; Viserys always liked his brother and named him heir in front of the entire realm. Then, the man broke Andal traditions and pushed upon the realm this marriage system for the heir and King, a Valyrian custom. What left his own daughter in danger of being replaced by another Queen?' The thought irritated him to no end, 'although he was pretty sure neither Aemon nor Rhaenyra would let him.'
Aemon pulled him out of his thoughts, "Harrold, please come forward and open the chest." Then Harrold opened the chest. In it was a crown. The crown was crafted from Valyrian steel and featured intricate engravings of dragons and Hightower symbols. Its design showcased a striking combination of green, white, and red hues. At its center, a dragon was depicted coiled around a Hightower. The crown was further adorned with six gemstones: one white, two red, one green, one black, and one grey. It was a wondrous piece, he grudgingly admitted. Aemon took the crown and showed it throughout the Throne room; people in the crowd gasped in awe. "May you be crowned with it and show the union of Hightower and Targaryen," he said and bowed toward the King and Alicent. Alicent herself had tears in her eyes at the gift. "A gracious gift, brother. A true gift for the new Queen," Viserys said with a bright smile. "Thank you, Aemon, a true gift. I will cherish it every time I wear it," Alicent said with a smile, a bit too enthusiastically for his liking. 'Doesn't she understand that Aemon will kill her children the moment Viserys dies?' He thought as he smiled faintly and gave Aemon a nod.
After some time, people moved around as dancing started. After Alicent danced with her husband, a less eccentric one than Aemon had with his wives. After that, other people joined in the dance and changed partners, but he didn't join. He just watched the gathered people as they conversed and danced.
After some time, his daughter danced with Aemon, and it seemed, for the first time, she genuinely smiled. He sighed as she did; true enough, if his daughter were married to Aemon, it would have been better for her. He is a man closer in age and arguably more assertive, maybe with more prestige than the King himself. But Viserys could be controlled and hope the same with the children of the union.
Not much later, the stool beside him creaked. "Otto, a wonderful day for your daughter, isn't it? As well as for my brother, a new queen for the realm. A true maid and the blood of the dragon will run true in her future children." It was Aemon who had seated down and spoken after he did. "Yes, a new chapter for the crown," he said, with a smirk, but he also wanted to punch Aemon's smirk from his face. 'Why was he so happy that his sister wasn't going to be Queen? Any many would either his sister or daughter to be a Queen.' He wondered at Aemon's actions.
"Well, Lord Hand, I'm sure it will be. Two royal marriages, a war in the Stepstones. The realm will change forever. How can it not?" Aemon said.
'Yes, and he would make damn sure, together with his house, your damn marriage would never be accepted. The realm will rally around the faith, and magic, unseemly, and unnatural things will be rooted out.' He thought before he spoke. "Yes, changes that will forever change the realm for sure, my Prince," he said, and Aemon nodded.
"Have a fine evening, Lord Hand," Aemon said as he walked away.
Alicent Hightower (107 A.C. Second Moon)
Kingslanding - Alicent's chambers
The wedding of the day had come. It had been very uncomfortable, but some parts had been lovelier than others. The dancing allowed her to dance with the man she wanted to marry for the truth. Although it would never be, she was still allowed to be happy in those moments. Even the dance with her husband wasn't bad; it was one thing she was grateful for: Viserys was a kind man. She thought grateful as the door opened.
There stood her father. She swallowed hard; she was always uncomfortable during these moments. "A daughter, you look very comely. The colors of our house are all on display for the world to see. Soon enough, the realm will be told of you being with a child. The King will be happy and a new heir to the realm, although it has been a boy. Even if the first one isn't one, the second or third can always be," her father said, and she looked and picked her fingers in nervousness.
"Stop that," her father said as he took her hand. "This is the day our family has been waiting for, and how many more houses want what you are now given. Remember your duty and give the King an heir; one day, our blood will sit on the Throne. Do you understand? Say it," he spoke sternly.
"Yes, Father, I will do my duty," she answered timidly. But the child I carry won't be the Kings. However, it would be in the future when Aemon would ascend to the Iron Throne. The child of the man she was in love with, although she knew Aemon did not love her like she wanted to. Nor would it ever be like that. But she would cherish every small part she could get.
Her father left her after that. When Rhaenyra walked in, she swallowed, nervous as her late friend and future stepdaughter walked through the door. She wore a black and red dress with a white embroidered dragonwolf on her husband's sigil. "We haven't talked much since the announcement. It's partially my fault; I wasn't sure what to think. I'm not sure why you did what you did. But I understand why you didn't tell me you had visited my father. He asked me the same when I was supposed to marry Aemon, not to tell anyone," Rhaenyra said with a sad smile.
"True, I wanted to tell you, but Father said I couldn't, that you wouldn't understand. I'm sorry for the pain I caused; I never wanted to replace your mother, nor will I." She looked down at the floor, a part shame out and sadness.
"I know, nor do I think anyone ever could, nor would I want to lose my friend. I want to trust you again and get my friend back. I just don't know how to maybe… Rhaenyra trailed off but spoke. "Alicent, I want to ask you a question; I suppose the only way I know how to trust you again is if you are honest," Rhaenyra said in a low voice.
'What is she going to ask me?' She wondered. "Alicent, are you in love with Aemon?" Out of all the questions, she did not expect. Perhaps she should have acted around him and spoken of him, and she had a flow on Balerion with him. S "Yes," she croaked, then she was enveloped in a hug.
"I know, and I hope you can find some happiness with my father," Rhaenyra said in the hug. "I hope so as well. Thank you for this; I don't want to lose you." She, in response, tried to keep the tears she felt coming at bay.
"Well, shall we go; have you wed, sister? You will be, in truth, my father is now also my goodbrother. Although you were always my sister." Rhaenyra said and held out her arm to her. She nodded, and they both walked toward the carriage.
After a short ride, they arrived at the Sept. Rhaenyra and stepped out first, "The Princess Rhaenyra, and soon-to-be Queen Alicent Hightower." A voice announced although she couldn't hear who had said it. She took a breath and walked out; her father was waiting for her and had for the first time seen a smile on his face, which seemed genuine, although she couldn't tell for true.
Rhaenyra walked into the Sept, taking her place beside Laena and Aemon, and she walked toward her father, who would soon give her away to her new husband. He took her arm, and she was guided toward the central point of the Sept. Her future husband stood waiting. After they arrived, Viserys smiled at her, and she gave one back as her heart pounded in her chest. Her father left and stepped back to watch with the rest of the Hightower family.
Aemon stood beside his wives, and at his back stood the Targaryen family and members of House Velaryon. The rest of the Sept was filled with high nobles instead of the thousands of commoners who also witnessed the wedding of Aemon. Then, her attention was pulled away as the High Septon started to speak.
"Your grace, Princesses, and my Prince. Lords and Ladies, we are here today to witness the union of man and wife." They proclaimed loudly. "Our gracious King Viserys Targaryen shall take to wife the Lady Alicent Hightower, daughter of our Hand of The King." The man proclaimed. He then bound them in one.
"My King, you place the bride under your protection." The High Septon said. Viserys undid her Hightower of Grey, White, and Green and replaced it with a Targaryen one of Black and Red. She was almost Alicent of House Hightower and Targaryen. Then they spoke the words that would make it true. "Father, Smith, Maiden, Warrior, Crone, Stranger, I'm his. He is mine until this day until the end of my days." She spoke the words in union with Viserys.
"Let it be known that Alicent Hightower and Viserys Targaryen are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder." High Septon spoke, and then her little one, now a woman wed and a queen. "With this kiss, I pledge my love," Viserys spoke and took her face in his hand, although one of his fingers was wrapped in a cloth from a wound. His kiss was soft and brief, and she was called; the main spectacle was over. Then applause from the crowd came as they broke apart.
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