Chapter 7:
The Blood of the Dragon
This chapter is super short and very fast paced but it moves the plot along. Enjoy!
Emma was trying to keep quiet, she really was, but her husband was making love to her in a way he never had. Killian had her pinned against a wall in some dark recess of the castle and was working her up with long, languid thrusts. His lips only left hers to take desperate, hungry breaths and the sounds of their love echoed off the stone.
"We shouldn't be doing this here. Someone might catch us." she gasped in between kisses.
He scoffed, "You act as if we're doing something wrong. I am lord of this castle and I will fuck my wife wherever I please."
He seemed intent on making the moment last. Every time she could tell he was close he would slow down, delaying his release. She knew why. Once it was over, it would be the last time for a long time. He was off to war, and her heart ached at the very thought of his impending absence.
When he finally emptied himself inside her she reveled in the warmth that coated her walls. She hoped that a future prince was inside her, though the signs hadn't come yet. She wanted to have a piece of him, should he fail to return.
Their formal goodbyes were said in the castle yard. He made a show, kissing her possessively and whispering vulgar things in her ear to make her giggle like a young girl.
Emma refused to cry. She watched the war caravan head off into the rolling hills. She wanted to go with him, but he was right. She didn't know how to fight, she didn't know anything about war, she was no use on the battlefield. Without anything to offer she would just be a liability, so she let him go.
Emma nearly froze to death every night. The temperature had dropped drastically. There weren't enough furs in the world to keep her warm. She craved the warmth of Killian's body against hers. So many times she thought about defying him and riding to White Harbor. But no. She would just distract him. Her place was at Winterfell.
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One day, Emma was woken early by Maester Samwell. "Your Grace, I'm sorry to disturb you but there's a delivery of plums from Dragonstone."
"Dragonstone?" she yawned, "Plums don't grow on Dragonstone. Nothing grows on Dragonstone." She shivered in the cool morning air and thought of the rocky island on which she was born. She had visited it a few years ago to watch her dragons hatch, but hadn't spent much time there.
"As lady of Winterfell the uh... delivery requires your inspection."
"I'm sure it's fine," she groaned, "let the kitchen staff take care of it."
Samwell stuttered, "Lady Stark-"
"It's YOUR GRACE!" she barked.
"YOUR GRACE YOU MUST COME INSPECT THE DELIVERY AT ONCE BEFORE IT INJURES SOMEONE!"
Emma's eyes flew open. She sat up in bed, turning to the maester, "Dragonstone, you say?"
She was out of her bed and flying down the stairs in an instant. The kitchens were in the basement, but her delivery was waiting in the great hall. How they had gotten the enormous crates into the castle she didn't know, but there they were. Two crates of plums piled high.
"Take them apart." she ordered the guards who quickly pried the wood apart until the four sides fell to the floor. The plums rolled across the room revealing two large wooden boxes within the crates. Emma nodded for them to continue. As they approached the first box a frightening screech went out over the room. The space fell deadly silent. It was a distinctly inhuman cry, like no animal any of them had ever heard. One of the boxes shook violently. Emma smiled.
While the others backed away, she approached the screeching boxes. She grabbed onto the bolt of one of the boxes and slid it away, opening the door.
A gasp rippled out as a red dragon nearly bigger than Obsidian crawled out of the box. Emma quickly opened the second one letting a purple dragon escape as well. The two creatures cantered curiously about the room inspecting the people who fled in fear.
"Their names are Valyrys and Danaerion!" she announced proudly, "They are friendly... mostly." She turned to the maester, "How many days ride to White Harbor?"
"Three, your Grace."
She smiled, "Prepare my horse and ready whoever is left in this castle that's fit to guard me. I leave for battle at midday."
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Emma nearly killed her horse to get to White harbor. She was pleased to find that her dragons had no problem keeping up. They had grown quite a bit since she'd seen them when they were just hatchlings. They were well trained. She couldn't wait to see them in action.
When they finally arrived, she found a city under siege. The Masters were at the gates, just minutes away from battering their way in. Emma and her men stood atop a hill, her dragons shrieking restlessly at her flanks. She looked at one, then the other, then she commanded them both, "Drakaras."
Immediately Valyrys and Danaerion flapped their leathery wings and leapt into the air. She smiled as she watched them soar. It seemed she was useful after all.
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"HOLD THE GATE!" Killian shouted over the chaos. His men were doing their best but they were weary. It had been weeks with no sleep or time to eat. No matter how many slave soldiers they defeated, more washed up on their shores. They were running out of arrows and the battering ram was making progress. He stood in the castle yard with his sword, ready to face the enemy, but just as the wood of the door was beginning to splinter, he heard a sound unlike any he had heard before.
"DRAGONS!" he heard from the battlements just as flames shot through the air. He heard screams of agony and death erupt on the other side of the wall. Quickly he climbed to the top, taking the steps two at a time. What he saw on the battlefield that day was a sight indeed.
Two dragons the size of stags flew through the air setting the slave army ablaze. The foreign ships in the harbor were torched in a matter of minutes. Killian watched in awe as the battle was won in the blink of an eye. He looked to the hill where his dragon princess sat atop her steed, and in that moment he realized that he knew exactly how he felt about his wife. Their marriage may have been arranged, but he was hers. Now, and forever.
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Killian raced to his wife as fast as he could. She had barely dismounted from her horse when he threw his arms around her waist and lifted her into the air. He kissed her passionately and for a moment the entire world fell away.
"I have missed you terribly, your Grace." he whispered into her ear and punctuated his declaration with a nibble that sent chill bumps down her neck. He smiled as he felt the delicate skin raise at his will.
"I have missed you as well, my Lord."
He spoke in a hushed voice, "I can't wait another moment. I have to be inside you, now. Hurry to my bedchamber, take off your clothes and wait for me there. I won't be long."
She grinned happily and scurried away. He heard a screech from the sky. Looking up, Killian saw the two dragons that had surely saved his life. He would forever owe them a debt.
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Later that night Lord Stark was fucking his wife so hard he nearly broke the bed. It was the fifth time that day, or perhaps the sixth. No matter how many time he acheived release his body demanded more just minutes later. He simply couldn't get enough of her. She was drained, he could tell. Orgasm after orgasm had left her spent. They grew more intense each time, and at the moment she was muttering pathetic pleas for mercy. He'd never even used a whore so ruthlessly, but after weeks without her his body ached for her.
When he was finally satisfied they lay beneath the furs in the light of a crackling fire. She hovered on the border of sleep and wakefulness. Her eyes were droopy from exhaustion and guilt overwhelmed him. Killian feared he had pushed her too far.
"Are you alright, darling? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"
"It's alright." Emma muttered and smiled blearily up at him.
"I'm taking you out onto the bay tomorrow," he said, "just the two of us. The ship will be ready by noon."
"That sounds lovely." she replied sleepily as she began to drift off.
"Rest, my love. I'll keep out the cold." He wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding her close. As her eyes closed he kissed her silver head and sang a sea chanty from his childhood. He was going to tell her tomorrow. He couldn't wait. He wasn't sure if she felt the same, but either way, he wanted her to know.
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They set sail on a small craft just as the sun was reaching its peak. The air coming off the water was frigid but the heavy furs seemed to be keeping Emma warm. He held her constantly, just to be sure. She got sick a few times but eventually acquired her sealegs, just as he knew she would. She was strong, his princess. Strong and fierce.
As they sailed into the bay known as the Bite, Killian began his confession with Emma pulled tightly to his chest so say he could say the words in her ear as she gazed over the water.
"I love you, Emma." At that she turned, putting her forehead to his. He continued, "I've known it for a while now," he laughed, "possibly from the very beginning, but my time away from you has made it all the more clear. I was a truly worthless commander. All my thoughts were wholly consumed by the memory of your touch and your voice and your affection. All I could think about was getting back to you."
She smiled demurely, "I was so worried. I don't know what I would have done if-"
Killian interupted her with a kiss. "Don't ever let those thoughts take hold, Emma. I told you, we Starks are hard to kill."
Emma turned in his arms and reached up around his neck, "I never thought I could love a Northman," she said, "but here I am."
Killian grinned from ear to ear, but allowed her her subtle admission, "Must run in the family." he said with a wink.
They spent all day on the water, only returning to port at sunset. They were met at the dock by Stark guards.
"Princess Emma," one said in simple greeting, "you have a visitor."
Emma looked at her husband quizzically, then asked the guard, "Who?"
"The Red Woman, you Grace." he replied, "She said you were expecting her."
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"I was expecting you at Winterfell."
Melisandre stood before Emma in the great hall of White Harbor Castle. She had requested that she receive the priestess in private. There was never any predicting what she would say.
Dressed all in red, with red hair down to her naval, the Red Woman spoke, "I was not told to go to Winterfell, your Grace. I was instructed to find you, wherever you were."
Emma stomach dropped. There was only one thing that gave Melisandre commands. She wasn't ready to hear the news, good or bad, so she redirected, "Why is it that a blacksmith is aware of your plans and I, your sovereign, am not?"
Melisandre remained calm, as always, and spoke evenly, "Eddard is a trusted associate. I needed my voyage to remain secret, though he would have told you, had it become necessary that you know."
"I don't appreciate being kept in the dark."
"Which is exactly why I have come, your Grace. I have received a message in the flames." Instead of ellaborating she said, "Your husband, he will make a good king."
Emma cleared her throat, "I believe so, too."
"Then I have good news." said the witch with a clever smile. She walked up the steps to where Emma stood, "The Lord of Light has spoken. The Targaryen dynasty will live on." she placed a hand on Emma's stomach, "You are with child, princess," she smirked, "and it's a boy."
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