Daughter Of The Dragon

Illyria Of Braavos

The Crownlands….

(Smut ahead)

"Oh gods!".

Illyria gasps loudly as Osmund Kettleblack thrusts into her, they were joint in one flesh with The braavosi riding the Hedge knight like a stallion, she leans back with a happy sigh as she begins rolling her hips, looking down at the bearded man with pure lust in her eyes, Illyria then runs a hand through her long blonde hair and closes her eyes a smile spreads across her face as she groans in pleasure.

Osmund reaches up and squeezes her large breasts making her chuckle in arousal, she shoves his hands roughly aside and smacks her own on his hairy chest and begins to rocks back and forth.

Osmund grunts and flips Illyria onto her back, he places one hand on her shoulder and pins her down, he uses his other hand to grasp her throat, he then entered her again as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.

She grunts like a wild animal with every thrust, the waves of pleasure built and built until what feels like all her blood rushes to her head, she arches her back and rolls her eyes to the back of her head as she cries out in pure euphoria.

Osmund pauses for a few moments while he lets Illyria recover from her climax before he begins to thrust again.

She places a hand on his chest stopping him "That's enough" she pants, still trying to regain her breath, her bare chest glistening with sweat.

Osmund looks confused as she shoves him off and pulls on her breeches and boots "But I didn't-"

"Well I did!" she snaps, cutting him off "You can find another woman, or finish by yourself"

When Osmund doesn't move Illyria puts on her shirt to cover her breasts and stares daggers at him "That will be all Ser Osmund!"

Osmund reluctantly dresses and leaves the tent mumbling in frustration.

Illyria sighs and looks into the small mirror set up in her tent, her face looked haunted, she brushes her hair out of her face to reveal the scars Jon gave her two years ago, although she was still beautiful she wished they would disappear yet they refused to fade however it was the scars on her mind that haunted her the most.

She had done terrible things in the last year, things that would make any decent person vomit in horror and she had done it all in hope that one day her king might forgive her.

She poured herself a cup of wine and immediately chugged it down before pouring herself another.

She drank a lot as of late it helped her forget what she had done, as did sex, it was the only reason she would allow herself to be humped by a man such as Osmund Kettleblack.

Illyria begins to brush her hair before she suddenly freezes, tomorrow she saw the king for the first time in over a year and depending on how their meeting went it might be her last chance to see him.

Without thinking Illyria grabs her knife and unsheaths it, she then uses the blade cut off a large amount of her blonde hair leaving it messy, uneven and only reaching down to her neck.

She stares into the mirror and takes long deep breaths, a tear begins to run down the scarred side of her face but she quickly wiped it away. The Braavosi Butcher was a monster and monsters do not cry.

Jon Targaryen

King's Landing….

Jon paces outside the infirmary, with Brynden standing near him.

"Your grace, that is not helping" The Blackfish comments.

"This is my fault" Jon says "I sent him there knowing there was danger"

"He is a Knight of the Kingsguard" Bryden says "it was his duty"

"He is a boy!" Jon shouts "Barley past his eighteenth name day, I never should have named him to the brotherhood"

At that moment the door opens and Grand Maester Edwyn steps out.

"How is he?" Jon asks.

Edwyn looks grim "I did all I could Your grace," he says "But he has lost a large amount of blood and suffered severe injuries to the brain...he will be with the gods soon"

Jon sighs and rubs his head "I should see him" he says "Is he awake?'

Edwyn nods "He is, but he's very weak"

Jon steps past the chubby man and into the infirmary.

On the bed was Ser Harlan, the youngest of his kingsguard, the young man's entire body was black with bruises, his right-arm was twisted beyond repair and the bandage covering his head was soaked red with blood.

Despite his state, Jon can see the excitement in Ser Harlan's eyes as he approaches.

"Your grace" he moans weakly "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can not kneel"

Jon smiles at the mans joke "And I would not ask it" he says "You did your duty for your king that's all I could ask.

The injured man nods "I found a man" he says "He is called Old Jon, he works for the dark sister and he said you would not not find them until his mistress allowed it"

Jon nods "You have done everything you vowed to me when you won that tourney"

Ser Harlan smiles weakly "It was a honor to serve you my king"

Jon extends his hand which Ser Harlan weakly takes "The Honor was mine" Jon says "Ser Harlan of the Kingsguard"

Someone clears their throat behind Jon, he turns to see the Blackfish standing in the doorway, Jon turns back to Ser Harlan and gives him a final look of gratitude before leaving the infirmary.

"What is it?" Jon asks.

"Illyria of Braavos is here, your grace," he says, a look of concern spread across his face.

Jon sighs, he had not seen the Braavosi Water-Dancer since his coronation and it still hurt to think of her betrayal, "Very well" he says "Have her meet me in the throne room"

"Your grace!" Brynden calls as he begins to walk away "Be careful around her"

An Hour Later….

Jon sits on the Dragonglass throne his father created at the start of his reign, Ser Lucas, Ser Arys, Ser Raymond and Ser Robar stood at the bottom of the steps, guarding their king, while Ser Lyn was stationed in the royal apartments, guarding Lyanna and Ser Barristan was in the North with his cousin Robb.

The large doors to the great hall open and inside step a group of a dozen soldiers, dressed in Targaryen armor.

Leading them was a familiar face, A woman dressed in a black riding jacket and brown breeches, her rapier was strapped to her side, her formerly long blonde hair was now cut short and slicked back.

As she approaches the scars covering the left side of her face became more visible.

Illyria kneels before Jon, her eyes deliberately avoiding his.

"On your feet Illyria," Jon says "I know how much you hate kneeling"

The Braavosi stands, a small smirk spreads along her face "It's been a while, Your grace"

"It has," Jon says with a nod, "Thirty-three Lannisters since last year"

"Actually as of last month it's thirty-eight" she corrects "I spared the two children but hung the other three"

Jon nods sadly before saying to his Kingsguard "Leave us"

they all look at him with worry but only Ser Raymond protests "You grace, as acting-lord commander is my duty to stay by your side and protect you"

"Then stay within earshot" Jon replies "I can handle myself against one water-dancer"

"But-"

"That was an order Ser Raymond," Jon says forcefully "You will obey your king"

Ser Raymond frowns and leaves his sworn-brothers, Illyria returns the favor and nods to her men to leave and they do immediately and without question.

Jon sighs "It seems your men are more obedient than mine"

Illyria smirks "What can I say?" she says "I have a rather peculiar way of building loyalty"

Jon frowns "You lie with your men?"

Illyria shrugs "Not all of them, just the important ones," she says "I woman and foreigner they have no respect for me only fear and lust"

Jon shakes his head in disapproval "You haven't changed a bit"

Illyria chuckles "Lucky for you, your grace," she says, strolling close towards him "Anyone else might not be able to stomach the terrible things I do in your name"

"The things you do were necessary," Jon says before pausing "But they are not any more"

Illyria looks at him in confusion "What does that mean?"

"I have issued a new order" Jon explains "Any Lannister that does not have the name Kevan, Tyrion or Jamie are to be pardoned"

"So I hunt the lions no longer" Illyria says "Now what?"

"Now you go north" Jon says "To my cousin Robb"

Illyria scoffs "What use am I in the North?"

"The North is a state of unrest," Jon says "the Wildling Mance Rayder has a large army and plans to take the wall and Robb is still grieving the death of his family"

"That still doesn't explain why I am needed there"

"You aren't," Jon says "But my mother is, she can help Robb rule until he is ready and she will need protection"

"Send the Kingsguard"

"I can only afford to send one," Jon says before standing and making his way over to the braavosi "You saved my mother's life once and I would feel much better if you were there to do it again"

Illyria relents and nods "a year ago, I swore my life to you, your grace," she says "Whatever your command I will carry it out"

Jon nods "Good," he says "Rest and prepare, you leave with my mother in a week"

Lyanna Stark

Lyanna smiled as she sat in the gardens of the red keep, she had lived in the capital for many years and her sure to come to the gardens every day, it was the only place where she could escape the burdens of royalty, even in her own bed with Rhaegar she had felt his struggles at being king"

Lyanna's smile disappeared at the memory of her late husband, it had been four years since her love's death yet every day when she woke up she rolled over expecting to see his long silver hair, his weary yet handsome face, and every day she had to remind herself that he was gone.

The sound of footsteps causes her to turn and see a face she had not seen in some time in some time, "Lady Illyria" she greeted with as much friendliness as possible.

"Apologies your grace, I didn't know you were here" Illyria says "I can find somewhere else"

"No I don't mind" Lyanna assures "You are welcome to stay"

"I had come here to practice my water dancing"

"Oh I see" Lyanna says before gesturing to the table "Well perhaps you rather speak with an aging queen instead?

Illyria hesitates before nodding, the two women make themselves comfortable at the table, "Would you like a drink?" Lyanna asks

Illyria nods "Please"

"I only have water here i'm afraid" the queen says as she pours the glasses "Grand Maester Edwyn says I should not drink as it could reawaken my injury"

"The one from Oberyn's Assassins?"

Lyanna nods "I remember that day like it was yesterday" she says "And I remember you saving me"

Illyria can't seem to find any words and simply nods.

"Of course the event has made my son extremely paranoid and the recent threats i have gotten haven't helped matters"

"He has tasked me with protecting you on your way to Winterfell" Illyria says.

Lyanna smiles and nods "I thought he might" she says "I will you at my right and Ser Lyn to my left"

"Ser Lyn?"

Lyanna gestures to the roguish looking man in white armor, standing in the corner and watching them intently "He is one of the seven kingsguard" she explains before frowning sadly "He has filled the role of protecting me that Ser Jaime left"

A look of sympathy flashes on Illyria's face "I heard he fled Westeros with his brother"

:He did" Lyanna confirms "He was driven away by Jon...just as my daughter was"

"You grace with respect" Illyria says "Princess Naerys stood against the king in the war"

"I know that!" Lyanna snaps "But she is my daughter and she has given birth to first grandchild who is over a year old now, she should be here with her family!

Lyanna takes a few deep breaths before looking back up at the braavosi 'I'm sorry" she chokes "I am not angry with you"

Illyria nods "I understand you grace" she says before standing "I should go now" The braavosi bows and leaves.

Lyanna cries softly against her hand "Where is my little girl?" she sobs "What is she doing?"

Naerys Targaryen

The Narrow Sea, Eight Months ago...

Naerys smiles as she watches Visenya sleep in quietly in her arms, she sang to her daughter in high Valyrian, when the child began to wake, she unhook her dress strap and began breastfeeding her"

"You are strong" she tells the child "Like your father and his father before him"

Just then there was a knock at the cabin door, "Yes?" Naerys called and the door opened.

"Apologies your grace" Lord Monford Velaryon says, "We are almost there"

Naerys nods, places Visenya back in her crib to play with her toys and makes her way to the top deck.

A short while later the Targaryen princess is standing on the top deck and looking at the Island that comes into view, to her left stands Lord Monford, and to her right stood the assassin Jaran.

"I do not know why we are her my lady" Monford states "My brother is not a good man, he is a snake who will more likely sell you back to your usurper brother then offer you shelter"

"You are so negative lord Monford" Jaran says with a smirk "I have known Aurane Waters since he became a pirate captain"

"Then you know that he became a pirate captain by stealing my ships" Monford growls "he is a dishonorable bastard"

"We have no choice my lord" Naerys says before turning to Jaran "You had better be honest with me about this"

A sudden serious look replaces the Assassin's smirking face "I have never lied to you princess" he says "And I will never lie to you, if Aurane even touches you I swear I'll peel the skin from his bones and hang him by his bowls"

"You would do that to your friend?" Naerys asks with a smirk.

"Friends come and go" Jaran says with a shrug "It is best not to get too attached"

Naerys turns back to the land, Jaran's words ringing in her ears.

Torturer's deep, later that day…

Naerys sighed as she stepped off the ship, Jaran, Monford and a dozen guards followed her, torturer's deep was a rather impressive place, it was surrounded by muddy shakes and stalls, it reminded her of flea bottom, it even smelt like it.

They are about halfway down the dock when they are met by another group, at their head was a handsome and thin man, dressed in a slightly ragged cloak and a plain white shirt, he had grey-green eyes and silver colored beard, his silver hair was tucked under his Tricon.

"Well isn't this a surprise!" Aurane waters calls, at first Naerys thinks it's directed at her but soon she realises he's talking to Jaran.

"Not a very pleasant one" Jaran replies "To see your ugly face again"

The two men embrace like brothers "It has been too long my friend" Aurane says, before turning to Naerys "And it appears you have company"

"Captain Aurane" Naerys greets "I am Naerys of the House Targaryen princess of the Seven Kingdoms"

Aurane smiles 'Lord"

Naerys tilts her head in confusion "I'm sorry"

"Captain Aurane was two years ago" he explains "I own this Island now and I am one of the Pirate lords"

"You are no lord" Monford sneers.

Aurane smirks at his brother, "Is that how you greet family after seven years?"

"You stole my men and three of my best ships!"

Aurane shrugs "I was bored being the bastard brother of the lord of the tides" he says "Surely you can understand"

Jaran steps forward "As amusing as I find this family reunion, I'm afraid I must call in that favour my friend"

Aurane scoffs "You going to waste it on my brother?"

Jaran shakes his head "I am using it on the princess"

Aurane smirks "fair enough" he says before turning to Naerys "My lady you and your men are welcome in my home for as long as you need"

Naerys is about to thank the pirate lord but before she can he wraps his arm around Jaran and the two begin walking towards the town "How is your daughter, Josie?" he asks.

"You know how children are" Jaran replies "She wants to be just like her father"

Lord Monford steps next to Naerys "Can we trust them?" he asks.

"Of course not" Naerys replied "But we can use them"

That's all I have for now folks, I will get the next chapter up as soon as possible :)

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