AN: Updates will take a bit more time in the foreseeable future as I've gotten myself a new job which will cut into my writing time. I've decided to give a big fuck you to the whiners who can't handle a little smut. Yes there is a smut scene in this chapter and it has been clearly marked both the beginning and end, so it should be easy to skip. I've included a little scene from one of my favourite movies and gone and introduced a bit more magic in this chapter.
Lastly I'd like to give a Kudos to MoonLancer who was kind enough to mention on his profile that this story was the inspiration for his own fic 'The Dragon Of Light'. It holds only two chapters so far but I found it enjoyable and recommend that any of you, my trusty readers take the time to read it and give him/her the same support you give me, now onto the story.
Stepstones. 1st month 298 AC
Stannis.
It had taken Stannis a little over three months to reach the Stepstones. His first action upon leaving King's Landing was to gather the remainders of the Royal Fleet, three-and-sixty in all. He had then called together all of the Lords who were sworn to Dragonstone for a meeting. One after the other the Lords had trickled in, all of them taking their sweet time and paying lip service, it was quite obvious that their true loyalty laid with the Targaryens, especially since House Velaryon of Driftmark, his own wife's family had barely provided six hundred men claiming like the rest of the houses that it was all they could field at the moment, an action that brought a small smile to his face, their tone would change soon enough.
He had naturally informed each of the Lords that the reason he was calling the banners was to bring the fight to the Targaryens, the shock on their faces when he revealed to all of them in the Chamber of the Painted Table that he was actually intending to join up with the King of the Stepstones and the Narrow sea, and gift him the Royal Fleet as he did was quite satisfying. Silence had reigned golden after that announcement, at least until Monford Velaryon had laughed heartily and slapped his back, an action that prodded the rest of the men to do the same.
A grand feast had taken place that night for the sons and closest retainers of his various Lords while he and the Lords themselves discussed how they would go forth. Velaryon, Sunglass, Celtigar and Bar Emmon each promised a thousand men and one of their sons (only son in Velaryon's case). The plan was for the fleet to sail to the Stepstones, a letter would then be sent to King's Landing, announcing Stannis' defection and that he held the sons of the respective houses 'hostage', preventing any of the houses to play any significant part in the war to come.
His friend Davos would also be accompanying him with his family as Robert would no doubt punish Davos for Stannis' treachery. The next month was spent preparing the fleet, emptying whatever was in his treasury, as well as taking anything left by the Targaryens, no doubt the King would appreciate it.
One of Varys' little birds showed up a week before their departure with a stash of letters meant for the eyes of the King, and another letter for himself with instructions of opening it the day before the last day of the year and not to share it with anyone, little did Stannis know that similar letters had been sent to every Lord in the Realm with similar instructions.
The day before the new year he opened the heavy letter and after a quick read he felt the famous Baratheon temper flow through him. The letter explained in detail how the Maesters of the Citadel had been acting as puppet masters and spies for centuries, and provided proof in the form of several messages that had been sent back and forth by himself and previous Baratheons over the years, each of the messages were private in nature and should had been read only by the intended recipient and then burnt, even Maester Cresson, his own personal Maester who had acted as a father to him over the years had betrayed him and reported on him to the Citadel…Maester Cresson did not survive that night.
The day after the new year came he set out from Dragonstone with the Royal Fleet and sailed towards the Stepstones with six thousand men under his command. The journey was completely unremarkable as sailing trips went. One month of gentle sea with fair winds and sun. He was surprised at first that no ships of the Targaryen fleet came to meet them, even when they had the Stepstones in their sight. It wasn't until they were almost upon the island chain that his respect for the King rose. They were about a mile from landing on the closest of the islands when a flaming bolt landed less than fifty feet from his ship, and subsequently made his men jump in shock as another eleven followed in quick succession. Each of the bolts were almost twice the length of a man and made of heavy steel, the sheer power needed to propel such a bolt over such a distance was mind boggling and as he gazed upon the isles through his Myrish lens he could spot enormous crossbows attended by what seemed to be a dozen men, a dozen men who were already readying their weapons to take a new shot.
He had quickly ordered his fleet to strike their sails and oars and drop anchor while raising white colours as Varys had instructed. They didn't wait long, perhaps half an hour before ship after ship each with two rows of ours came out from the straits towards them. No action was taken as the Targaryen fleet stopped perhaps a hundred yards away. The flagship of the Targaryen fleet, a four decked monstrosity flying dual colours of House Targaryen and Velaryon quickly dropped a rowboat that made its way over to his own ship the Fury.
Climbing up on his deck came twenty men, all of them clad in black halfplate with halberds and hand-and-a-half swords on their backs, each armour marked by a small red three headed dragon enamelled across their hearts and closed helmets shaped like dragons hid their faces. The leader of the men came last and Stannis narrowed his eyes at the familiar face.
Clad in shining plate and a sword at his hip the young man had the traditional features of House Velaryon with long silver blonde hair and amethyst eyes, the scream of "BROTHER", from young Monterys Velaryon and said boy jumping into his arms was more than enough for Stannis to identify the man as Aurane Waters, Monford's 'missing' bastard son.
Aurane laughed as he rufled his younger brother's hair before turning his gaze to Stannis. "Lord Stannis, I am Aurane Velaryon Lord of the Grey Gallows and Lord Paramount of the Stepstones, let me be the first to welcome you the heart of King Daeron Targaryen's Kingdom".
Stannis nodded his head slightly. "Thank you Lord Velaryon. I have come to pledge my allegiance to His Grace".
Aurane smiled slightly. "I know, and I've been given the task of escorting you to His Grace, these are treacherous waters, so men from my ships will act as pilots for yours to different harbours".
The next hour was spent waiting for the various ships to receive their pilots and head towards the various ports scattered on the Stepstones as Aurane got to know Stannis properly. He was pleased to meet Stannis' wife, his aunt and of course his young cousin Orys, he even greeted and treated Shireen as part of the family, even though he shared no blood with her, and gleefully told Shireen tales of his exploits while Stannis and his wife Elaena took in the sights around them as they sailed towards Bloodstone.
Stannis was impressed. The Stepstones had been in the hands of King Daeron for little more than half a year and already the isles were well on their way to becoming an impregnable fortress. From what he could see every island had massive ports under construction, paved roads, defensive emplacements with those huge crossbows. Scaffolds and massive cranes dotted each of the isles, huge blocks of stone were hauled here and there and from what he could see thousands of men ran to and fro working on this task or that. Most impressively were the huge columns of stone the stuck out of the sea around them and after asking Aurane for clarification he raised his eyebrows in surprise. Apparently the columns were to be the foundation of a massive bridge system while in the centre of the isles where the waters were calmest a massive fortress/dock system was to be constructed. At first he had exclaimed doubt about the feasibility of such, Aurane's reply went unheard however as the explanation of how it was possible became clear to Stannis. An enormous white dragon flew in the air, clutched in its talons was a block of stone heavy enough to smash through a city wall if a catapult had been large enough to launch it, and surrounding the column in the water stood fifteen men on scaffolds who manoeuvred the giant piece of stone into place as the dragon hovered in place with the aid of its massive wings and lowered the block slowly so the men could place it into proper position, once it had released the block the dragon and its pale haired rider flew away.
The remainder of the trip was spent in shocked silence. There was not much in the world that could shock Stannis Baratheon, but a dragon large enough to swallow a man whole and lift a piece of stone the size of a ship was definitely one such thing, much to the amusement of the Targaryen loyalists aboard their ships. Eventually they docked at Bloodstone where fresh horses awaited them, and as they rode towards the keep Stannis let his eyes wander to and fro, taking in as many details as he could.
It was clear that Bloodstone was the island that was concentrated on the most. Roads ran every way one could imagine. The port itself ran out into the sea. Made entirely from stacked blocks of rock it was large enough to accommodate a hundred ships at any given time and the city that had formed around it was constructed from grey rocks in a perfect grid pattern. Guards in identical armour patrolled in pairs while other men, all of them wearing simple red shirts or no shirt at all were working side by side with other men and women, often derogating tasks, shouting orders or taking notes. The city was protected by a wall thirty feet high and half as wide, while the port itself was also walled in with a proper gatehouse to make sure that anyone invading the port would not be able to enter the city proper without first taking the gate.
"How many men have your working here Lord Velaryon"? Stannis asked as they rode towards the keep. The outside of the city being as busy as the city itself with construction projects scattered everywhere you looked.
"The island itself holds five thousand Unsullied and the entirety of the First Legion, as well as probably twenty thousand men and women who came here from the mainland, the rest of the isles holds the rest of the Unsullied, some four thousand including those in training, the Third Legion and perhaps thirty-five or forty thousand men and women split about the various islands…that's the reason why Bloodstone has gone farther than the other isles, lot more men here".
Stannis nodded in acceptance, it made sense after all since this was the current capital of the King. As they Dragon's Keep came closer Stannis noted the similarities between it and Dragonstone. Dragonstone was bigger of course and more defensible in theory at least, but with the defensive emplacements scattered all around the keep Stannis knew that taking it would be a nightmare. Finally Stannis, his family and his closest retainers were guided into the throne room where the King sat on his throne, his sister wife was seated at his side, and from her bulging stomach Stannis knew she was not far away from giving birth.
"Your Grace – ", Aurane said. "-I present to you Stannis Baratheon, Lord of Dragonstone, his wife Elaena from the House Velaryon and his children, Shireen and Orys of the House Baratheon".
Stannis and his family all knelt and he unsheathed his sword and laid it before him on the floor. "Your Grace, I have come to swear fealty to you, the rightful King of Westeros"…
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Daeron POV:
It had been an exhausting four moons since The pregnancies of Rhaenys, Tyene and Sarella had been revealed to him. The two sand snakes and Oberyn had stayed for two weeks before returning to Dorne, two weeks which had been quite…pleasurable he admitted to himself, but a realm in expansion stopped for no one, regardless of how pleasurable the activities of the bedchambers were and he was being run ragged.
Every day he spent hours in various meetings, further hours were spent outside as he and Dany used their dragons to help with heavy lifting until when nightfall came he was treated to the mercurial temper of his sister wife who sometimes came down with the strangest cravings. Other times she could yell at him for any slight (imagined or otherwise) or she'd exhaust what little energy was left in him as she was gripped by insatiable urges in the bedchambers.
Dany was also stressing him out. She was becoming bolder and bolder in her advances, constantly teasing and flirting with him, sometimes surprising him by appearing from seemingly out of nowhere to push him against the wall to kiss him heatedly before disappearing, leaving him dazed and wanting. If he was honest with himself he knew that the only reason he had not visited her own chambers thus far was because she was still only four-and-ten, there was nothing wrong with her looks to be sure. She had outgrown her girlish figure and was looking more and more like a grown woman for every day, a decent chest for her age, hips that had started to gain a more womanly shape to them and a backside that fuelled his nightly fantasies more and more. Her long blonde locks, so similar to his own and alluring amethyst eyes set in a face that more than rivalled Rhaenys' own beautiful features, worse when he told Rhaenys his sister just laughed and grinned smugly while sharing a surreptitious wink with Dany.
His meetings were also draining. Hours every day he spent in Daeronsport with his head researchers to discuss various advances and the like. The Academy was going well with both students and teachers being quite eager. The Master Smith from Qohor Lehgo Somh had put his head together with Archmaester Marwyn and two of his alchemists and through some trial and error had improved the closed furnaces the smiths used so far. The new furnaces were made out of hardened bricks bound and sealed together with clay and a lime based mortar. The top portion was only sealed with clay, making it easy to knock it off with a hammer. The bottom part had a few holes for ventilation as well as a small opening for stoking the fire.
Lehgo had showed him what they did. First they filled the furnace with coal. Then he had showed Daeron clay forms he had made that he filled with raw iron, a small amount of charcoal, sand and burnt bones he had then sealed the form with more clay and put the forms into the furnace before sealing it. He had then lit the furnace and together with his two apprentices started to work the three massive bellows. The heat in the forge was so great that even he could feel it and after almost six hours of working the bellows Legho had knocked the top of the furnace off and used metal tongs to remove the three clay containers. Using a hammer Legho knocked the clay forms off from the ingot contained within.
He explained the process as he worked of course, Daeron and several other smiths and apprentices listening in with rapt attention. The charcoal added to the raw iron would turn it into steel, while the sand and bones bound the 'impurities' or slag as he called it that was in the iron, leaving them with an ingot of pure steel without impurities. He had also explained that the mistake many smiths made was that they cooled the metal too quickly, instead they should keep the metal hot as they worked it. For eight hours Legho, his two apprentices and Daeron's three best smiths worked together in pairs as they pounded the ingot into shape, often returning it into another furnace where they ran it back and forth to keep it warm. It took another seven hours of working the steel, sharpening it, quenching it and etching it with acid until the blade was finished.
The finished product caused several smiths and even Marwyn to swear loudly. The same rippling pattern that decorated Valyrian steel blades was present in the three finished swords and further testing proved that the steel was far superior to any other steel they had at disposal, only Valyrian steel itself was superior, and that was only because of the forgotten spells woven into them, but for now they at least had steel superior to any other in the world, the only downside was the time needed to produce a single ingot and working it, but with the payment Daeron promised him Legho was more than willing to teach the rest of his smiths as well.
Normal armour would still be made from so called 'castle forged' steel, while all future weapons would be made from the new 'Crucible' steel as they called it, Daeron had even managed to convince Legho to fashion a suit of armour for himself, Rhaenys and Daenerys. Anyone else wanting suits of crucible steel armour would have to pay for it out of their own pockets.
On the literary front Marwyn was pleased to inform him that they had finished copying nearly every book from the citadel as well as secret correspondence gathered over the years. Proclamations he had sent out across Essos inviting anyone with a fascination of the magical arts had produced almost two score of hedge wizards/witches, fire priests and even a pair of shadowbinders from Asshai, who settled into a new building to try and create the first 'Magical Academy' in the world. Daeron spent several hours a week in discussion with them as forgotten tomes liberated from the Maesters, as well as Valyrian scrolls were poured over. Magic was still pretty much primal, and he had been quite adamant that magicks that created live sacrifices and the like was not to be permitted. They were to study and improve on magic yes, but some magicks were too foul to be put into use, surprisingly enough blood magic was far from as 'evil' as most would tell, most of it involved personal sacrifice rather than the sacrifice of others.
The alchemists he had also worked well with his wizards as he and they pooled their knowledge of potions and similar. It would take decades, if not centuries before magic could be refined to the point it was when he was Harry Potter, but through one of the discussions they held he had managed to front the idea of a 'focus' for channelling magic and the likely way they could craft such things, and already they were experimenting and writing down theories.
Daeron was also quite insistent on trying to track down magical creatures or even trying to crossbreed animals. From his life as Harry Potter he knew that several creatures such as Griffins or Hippogryphs were of wizard make, while others simply developed as magic settled across the lands and in some areas grew more and more powerful. Magic was already on the rise, and action most said was due to the birth of the dragons, and they theorised the continuous use of magic in the academy was also aiding.
The first attempt at crossbreeding had happened at Daerons suggestion. The academy already had a large collection of animals for study, and on Daeron's order a few unlucky sods had 'milked' a few of the male lions for their seed and collected it. The seed had then been injected into thirty unhatched eagle eggs that he had purchased for this very purpose. He had taught a few of his fellow magicians how to 'feel' the magic within them and how to channel it into their hands and into an object while others already knew how to do so. So every day he and the other magicians took the eggs into their hands and tried to 'stimulate' them by pouring magic through them. Every time they did so the eggs grew a little in size until the eggs were almost as big as dragon eggs, and heated nests made sure the eggs would eventually hatch. Not that everything had gone perfectly. Seven of the eggs had burst as they were stimulated too much, but after almost a month they all hatched, and Daeron had been very surprised when he was told during his visit to the academy.
He had not gotten Griffins as he had hoped, but rather a new species. All the hatchlings were the size of lion cubs. Their long necks were feathered and gimlet eyes stared at him and the others taking in every detail. Their mouths were curved beaks with four long 'teeth' both on the upper beak and the lower beak to aid in mauling their pray. Their legs were like a normal lion's with the exception of the paw itself which held not only large powerful talons, but also an 'opposable' thumb with a talon which would make it easier for the creatures to grasp and/or crush. With the exception of the neck and head they were covered in yellowish fur like a lion, but as he inspected the creatures closer he could see that their forms were far more compact and muscled than that of any lion's body, and as such they were probably much stronger. After a few minutes of introspection he silenced the others around him and announced that he would name the new species as Demigryphs in homage to the Griffins and Hippogryphs of his old world.
The Demigryphs were fortunately easy to feed, no milk was required as they were apparently ready born predators who consumed meat from day one. They had barely been hatched for a week before they had to separate them as the males all started to fight each other. Plans were made for a future breeding programme, while Daeron picked gathered together fifty Knights and tasked them with trying to tame the beasts in order to perhaps one day use them as mounts, which would hopefully happen sooner rather than later as the lethal creatures grew at an astonishing rate.
On the military front things progressed well for him. The Stepstones themselves held two Legions, all of the Unsullied, half his fleet, his personal guard, and three hundred knights (including his future Demigryph core) as well as the crews of his ships. Daeronsport held the other two Legions with another two under training as well as his remaining Knights and all the cavalry of the Legions. He had picked out over a thousand men who were the best with a longbow many of them former hunters and woodsmen and gathered together many others who held knowledge of woodcraft as well as the art of sneaking around. The plan was to form these thousand men into experienced rangers in the spirit of Robin Hood to act as scouts, foresters and sharpshooters. He intended to send half of them over to Westeros shortly to infest the forests and build up small guerrilla groups to harry the Usurper and his followers, much like the bandits he had used earlier, only this time he would try to make sure they weren't caught.
He had made sure that Marwyn wrote down letters to every Lord in Westeros and included evidence of the actions and the Citadel and collaborated with Varys to ensure that every Lord would receive and open the letter more or less instantaneously the day before the new year. Varys had also informed him of the duplicity of Illyrio as well. While worryingly that a Blackfyre was still alive and gathering an army in the east, Illyrio's vast wealth would no doubt aid there he was unable to do anything about it for now. Khal Drogo was getting ever closer as he moved his khalasar across the Dothraki Sea, and Daeron knew that he would have to deal with the horselord before he could ever entertain the notion of invading the east. Fortunately his grip on the mainland of Essos would soon increase. With the Golden Company, the Windborne and the Second Sons all leaving the conflict in the disputed lands, and the naval powers of Lys, Tyrosh and Myr crippled Daeron saw his chance of seizing the three city states in one fell blow.
Chaos reigned in the Disputed Lands as the three most powerful mercenary companies abandoned their contracts and daily skirmishes and alliances breaking and forming from day to day were doing nothing but working to his advantage. He had already initiated the first stage. Weapons and disguised legionnaires from the second and fourth Legion had been smuggled into the three cities. Weekly shipments of weapons were being smuggled in and discretely handed out to disgruntled slaves while his undercover men who hid in brothels, taverns and sewers held secret gatherings to not only coordinate the future offensive but also to make sure that no one 'jumped the gun' as it were by initiating conflict too soon. Once he had those three cities under control he could easily increase his forces from the grateful slaves who would no doubt grab the chance of a new and better life with both hands. His latest report from Varys was also promising as it seemed Stannis Baratheon had abandoned Dragonstone to swear fealty to him along with the remainder of the Royal Fleet and six thousand men. His internal musings were cut short however when he entered his solar as moans could be heard from his bedchambers. Smiling to himself he quickly divested himself of most of his clothes until he was clad only in his breeches and opened the door to his and Rhaenys' bedchambers only to stop from shock.
The naked and pregnant form of his wife was no surprise, the blonde head currently between Rhaenys' legs attached to a body whose form should be illegal and currently licking his wife's folds however was not expected however. Hearing the door open Daenerys ceased her ministrations to Rhaenys' protests and leaned back and turned towards him, her lips glistening with Rhaenys' juices and her upper body and delightful breasts blushing with arousal. Giving him a sultry smile that made his manhood jump in anticipation Dany crooked her finger as if to lure him in. "Come nephew, we've been waiting for you".
That was enough for Daeron who almost fell to the floor in his eagerness to divest himself of his breeches.
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As he knelt on the bed he turned his gaze towards Rhaenys who was watching him smugly. "How long have you two been doing this"? he asked sharply.
"Done what"? Rhaenys asked innocently as she stroked her glistening folds.
"Don't play coy with me sister, you two were far too comfortable for this to be your first time", his attempt at being strict failed somewhat as he let out a moan when Dany took his cock in her soft hand and started to rub it up and down while pressing soft bites and kisses on his neck.
Rhaenys grinned slightly. "Dany has shared my bed for the last two moons, you've been too busy to keep me company until late at night".
Daeron's retort disappeared as Dany kissed and nibbled her way down his chest while his mind filled with images of the two women together. "I've wanted you for some time now nephew", Dany said with a smile before she let her tongue glide experimentally across the head of his cock.
Daeron groaned at the sensation and unconsciously fisted his hands in her hair, "More", he groaned at Dany who shared a giggle with Rhaenys at his eagerness.
Whatever retort Dany intended to make was lost however as Rhaenys slid down the bed between her legs and grabbed Dany by the cheeks of her arse and slowly let her tongue slide through the slit of her folds. Dany let out a small whimper of pleasure as she threw her head back and closed her eyes at the sensation of Rhaenys' tongue tasting her flower, Daeron's cock in her hand all but forgotten. She caught up quickly at least and soon returned to her task of bringing him off. While it was clear that she didn't have Rhaenys' talent when it came to the art of sucking his manhood, her swirling tongue and sucking motions was more than adequate to coax incoherent moans and babbling from his mouth as he gripped her hair almost painfully, and before he could give more than a grunt of warning he erupted.
Dany must have been warned by Rhaenys as she barely widened her eyes at the torrent of cum blasting out of his cock and she tried desperately to swallow it all. Three pulses she managed before removing his manhood from her succulent mouth, letting the rest of his seed splatter across her face and chest as her breathing increased before she suddenly stiffened as Rhaenys' ministrations brought her over the edge.
Putting her gently down on the bed Daeron seized Rhaenys' lips in a heated kiss, greedily taking in the taste of his aunt's juices. The siblings eventually broke their kiss and Daeron almost dove into Dany's cunt. The lips of her flower were spread slightly and practically glistening from a mix of Rhaenys' saliva as well as her own juices and her taste was almost divine. Just as Rhaenys' cunt had its own distinctive taste so did Dany's have a taste that was uniquely hers, and Daeron was more than eager to taste as he explored her. Up and down his tongue went, mapping out every spot, and an arm thrown over her waist held her down as her body jerked in pleasure, still high from her earlier peak.
Lurid sounds as well as the muffled moans of Dany prompted him to raise his head and the sight of his sister licking and kissing all over Dany's mouth and face caused his cock to harden once more. Rhaenys eventually tired of kissing Dany and quickly positioned herself over her younger niece, pinching and massaging her breasts as Dany started to lick her womanhood eagerly. The oral ministrations of Daeron and Dany continued uninterrupted for the next few minutes before Rhaenys screamed out in bliss while practically showing Dany's face with her juices. Shivering slightly Rhaenys got off Dany and laid down on her side to watch her two lowers with heavy eyes filled with lust.
Daeron smiled as he repositioned himself over Dany. He stroked his manhood up and down across her glistening lips before slowly easing it in. When he encountered her barrier he gave her a soft kiss. "This will hurt Dany", he said softly as he kissed her forehead.
Dany nodded before embracing him, clinging her arms around his neck tightly and he gave a hard thrust forward, piercing her maidenhood. Daenerys whimpered in pain as she seized up and both Daeron and Rhaenys stroked her softly while whispering words of comfort. Eventually Dany relaxed and started to urge him to continue.
Daeron smiled at Dany who gazed up at him, eyes burning in lust and she quickly started to give out moans and whimpers of pleasure. Daeron grit his teeth slightly in concentration as he sped up his thrusts, the feeling of Dany's hot sheathe clinging desperately to his cock was maddening but he wanted to make this about more than just his pleasure. Rhaenys proved to be a great help however as she attacked Dany's nipples with her mouth while using her fingers to stroke Dany's nub, every once in a while bringer her fingers up to her mouth to wet them. As the speed of his thrusts increased Dany slung her feet around his waist and hooked them behind his back while grabbing him by his hair to bring how down for a heated kiss.
Both of them mewled like animals as their tongues plundered the other's mouth, both trying to wrestle the other into submission. Feeling himself getting closer to the edge he withdrew his tongue from Dany's mouth and repositioned himself slightly. He raised himself to his knees and grabbed Daenerys' hips before resuming thrusting in and out of her warm heat at a frantic pace. As often happened whenever he laid with his sister his vision almost disappeared in a red haze as he railed into her with abandon until he felt himself soaring over the edge. Throwing his head back he yelled in pleasure as his cock painted her sheathe and womb white. Dany herself screamed alongside him, the sensation of Daerons cock slamming into her cunt with abandon couple with Rhaenys licking and sucking her nipples while furiously rubbing her nub was more than enough to make her see stars and she slumped back on the bed cooing as she felt Daerons warm seed fill her. Tired after their session Daeron removed his cock from his aunts hot sheathe and laid down beside her, giving first her then Rhaenys a kiss, and he barely noticed that Rhaenys and Dany both cuddled up to him and drew the covers over them.
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LEMON END
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Daeron was the first to wake up the following morning and he couldn't help but smile as he gazed down on the two women he loved more than any other in the world, one his sister and the other his aunt. Both seemed to be like night and day, one pale and one dark but he knew both more than enough to see that they were two of a kind. Both of them strong, independent and as last night showed not afraid to take what they wanted. Dany was the next to wake up and after blinking her eyes slightly let out a satisfied sigh.
"Good morning", she whispered as she pressed a kiss to his lips.
Daeron grinned as his left hand snaked around her form to grasp her behind, kneading the cheek slightly. "Good morning Dany".
Daenerys bit her lip in order to stay silent and delivered a half-hearted slap to his chest, "Stop it Daeron, we need to get up".
Daeron sighed, it was true after all there was more than enough that needed to be done today, including checking in on the Demigryphs who were getting larger than wolves already. "I…assume last night was not a…one-time thing"? he half asked, half stated as he washed his face.
It was Rhaenys who answered however as she had apparently woken up in his absence. "Did you think I invited her to our bed simply for the company sweet brother"?
Daeron turned and watched the two of them, both stretching sinfully, causing his manhood to harden before turning an identical innocent look to him. "You two are going to be the death of me one day", he grumbled at the pair who were more than content to simply lay there, completely unashamed at their nakedness, and knowing full well how it would drive him mad.
"You should consider yourself fortunate to have a pair such as these nephew", he shivered at the sudden feeling of being doused in hot water as the ghost of Visenya appeared before him, she too seemed unaffected at the view and shared the impish grin that had stretched across Rhaenys and Daenerys' face.
"By the Gods! Is nothing sacred anymore", he grumbled as he tried his best to put on a pair of breeches, wincing at how tight they were due to his…'condition'.
Visenya sniggered as she stared at his form. "Nothing I haven't seen before nephew, and if I might say so you have nothing to be unashamed of".
Daeron stubbornly turned his back as he finished dressing before leaving with haste, the giggles of the two living and one dead Targaryen ringing in his ears.
The following week passed much like the previous ones, with the exception that Daenerys had now moved into his and Rhaenys' bed, not that he minded that of course. The new status of their relationship had yet to be discussed however as his duties still kept both himself and Dany busy until late evening, at which point all three of them were far more concerned about taking pleasure in each other than to discuss what role Dany had in their relationship. She was as much Daeron's lover as Rhaenys was or he to Rhaenys'.
It was at the end of the week that he was informed that Stannis Baratheon would be arriving so he quickly took a bath and dressed in new clothes before escorting Rhaenys to the throne room. Lately he had tried to make sure that Rhaenys kept to their chambers for the most part as the babe could come any day now, but she was adamant that as Queen she was to be at his side when Stannis came to bend the knee.
Stannis and his party was escorted into the throne room by Aurane and some of the Dragonguard. Stannis was followed closely by his Velaryon wife, his son and daughter trailing behind their father, slightly further back came the sons from the other houses sworn to Dragonstone, just as Varys had informed him. Stopping a few paces away from the raised dais that held his and Raenys' thrones.
"Your Grace – ", Aurane said. "-I present to you Stannis Baratheon, Lord of Dragonstone, his wife Elaena from the House Velaryon and his children, Shireen and Orys of the House Baratheon".
Stannis and his family all knelt and he unsheathed his sword and laid it before him on the floor. "Your Grace, I have come to swear fealty to you, the rightful King of Westeros".
Daeron held his silence for a moment before he spoke up. "Tell me Lord Stannis. Why do you swear fealty to me? Is it to save your family or do you have other reasons"?
Stannis raised his head to look at Daeron. "I do this to save my family yes, but also because I have seen what kind of King my brother is. He is another Aegon the Unworthy and his eldest son is even worse, an entitled sadistic little brat that will lead what remains of the Realm into ruin…I refuse to be part of it any longer".
Daeron nodded thoughtfully. "I thank you for your honesty, and in recognition of the fact that we are kin through your grandmother I will accept your oath of fealty. Serve me well and I will make sure that you are returned to your ancestral seat of Storm's End once we retake Westeros".
Stannis nodded in thanks and at a gesture from Daeron stood up and sheathed his sword at his side again.
"We have much to speak about Lord Stannis, but there is also much to be done, so please for the rest of the day I need you to accompany me as we converse".
While their meeting was short, neither of them really knowing each other Stannis found it easy to fall in with the King and his guards as well as Aurane who joined them. A lifetime of duty and sharing a similar militaristic mind eased the unfamiliarity they held with each other. Daeron for his part had no problems trusting Stannis, his highly organised mind was ironically easier than most to peruse and he had detected no lie when Stannis swore that he was there to serve him.
Daeron was very grateful that Stannis was such a skilled commander as he was. Despite not being familiar at all when it came to the Legions or even the Unsullied he quickly grasped the concepts and was not only impressed but was quick to come up with suggestions for improvement as well as tactics. The most amusing thing of the day was when they visited the Demigryphs, all but one of them had so far chosen a rider with the exception of the biggest one who one of the handlers had named Bright. Stannis was very impressed at the apparent lethality of the creatures and barely raised an eyebrow when told of how they had been created, just as they were about to leave however Bright smashed open the door to his bay that the handler had neglected to lock properly.
Letting out a shriek like an eagle only much louder Bright stormed straight towards Daeron on to be knocked to the ground as Stannis jumped the irate Demigryph. The Baratheon Lord and young Demigryph wrestled back and forth in a flurry of screams, shrieks and feathers until Stannis stood up. Blood flowed from a trio of claw marks on the left side of his head while the Demigryph panted angrily before reluctantly bowing before Stannis its head lowered to the floor. Silence raigned at first before Daeron laughed. "It seems Lord Stannis that Bright here has finally chosen his rider".
Stannis looked confused at first as he stared back at Daeron. "What do you mean Your Grace? he tried to kill me".
"Look around you Lord Stannis – ", Daeron said as he pointed to several of the Knights who had attended their own Demigryphs. "- Every Demigryph tries to kill his or her rider, only if the rider manages to make it submit or at least survive its fury relatively unscathed will the Demigryp accept him as its rider".
And true enough, when Stannis looked closer he could see that every one of the Knights carried some form of scar from their mount, he observations were broken as Bright suddenly bumped his head into his hand and Stannis reflexively stroked his feathered head, causing the Demigryph to let out a keening sound of enjoyment.
"How big will they get Your Grace"? Stannis asked as his mind started to think on the potential these animals held.
"We are not sure yet", Daeron said. "But from the size of the eggs and their growth rate I'd say they will be bigger than an ox when fully grown, and from the strength of their jaws and claws at this stage they'll be able to tear through armour with ease, I'd wager they could tear through an elephant without too much trouble".
Stannis eyes widened slightly as his mind immediately started to think of ways to utilize the beasts. With that size and strength they would easily be able to carry heavy armour for added protection, their nature that was part lion would probably spook horses and with their size they would be the perfect shock unit to break cavalry charges or tear their way through ranks of infantry, if a sufficient breeding programme could be established…
"Your Grace, Your Grace"… Stannis was broken out of his reverie as a runner caught up with them panting heavily.
"Take a breath boy", Daeron said as the runner tried to speak while gasping for breath.
"Your wife Your Grace, she is giving birth", Stannis barely had time to grasp what the boy was saying before to his shock the King disappeared with a loud 'CRACK'! of displaced air.
After making sure that Bright was properly locked in this time Stannis, Aurane and Ser Alliser all made their way back up to the keep as swiftly as they could. They eventually came upon the King who was pacing nervously back and forth outside the doors of his chambers with a half worried, half disgruntled look on his face, while Sers Barristan and Oswell bock looked to be holding in laughter.
"Problems"? Alliser asked his fellow Kingsguard Knights.
"His Grace was quite disgruntled at being forcibly removed from his wife's side", Ser Oswell said with a chuckle.
"Not to mention the death threats", Daeron mumbled to himself, causing grins to flash around the faces of the other men in the corridor, and Stannis winced in sympathy, he had not been there when Shireen was born, but he vividly remembered the threats Elaena had spewed as she brought their son into the world.
The King showed no sign of ceasing his worries, or pacing and Stannis could see that he was working himself into a state of panic as his mutters increased. Giving Aurane an apologetic look he grabbed the hip flask Aurane carried and handed it to the King. "Drink Your Grace", he commanded.
Daeron blinked slightly before taking the flask and upended it into his mouth, eagerly consuming the potent alcohol before sliding down the wall to slump there. "Thank your Lord Stannis"; the King sighed as he closed his eyes.
For the next eight hours they waited until Daenerys exited from the door with a smile and gestured for Daeron to follow. Daeron was shaking so much that Stannis and Ser Barristan both helped him up and half dragged, half carried him into the bedchambers while Oswell walked behind them. Rhaenys was in the bed. Her matted hair clung to her head and sweat glistened across her tired features while a pair of midwives cleaned her with warm towels. Rhaenys had never looked more beautiful to him however as she held a small bundle wrapped in pink cloth to her breast while a woman held another bundle and Daeron felt the breath leave his lungs. "Tw-twins", he gasped, before sweeping forward to give Rhaenys a kiss.
The woman who held the other bundle passed the babe into his arms and he accepted the bundle, letting the woman show him how to hold the babe properly. The babe was sleeping so he was unable to identify the colour if the eyes but he could see the babe was a perfect blend of himself and Rhaenys. Olive skin with a shock of fine silvery white hair and as he seated himself next to Rhaenys he could see the babe suckling from her teats shared the same features.
"Girls my love", Rhaneys said as she saw his unasked question forming on his face.
"They're perfect", Daeron said as he leant his head to Rhaenys'. "What shall we name them"?
The others in the room stiffened their ears as Daeron and Rhaenys whispered back and forth before both nodded in agreement.
"Lord Commander- ", Daeron said, causing Ser Oswell to snap to attention. "Let the bells toll and issue a proclamation of the births of my daughters, the Princesses Visenya and Rhaenyra of the House Targaryen".
Understanding that they had been dismissed the men offered their congratulations before leaving the room, only Ser Barristan remained at the Kings order, and soon enough the bells started to toll in celebration of the birth of the King's firstborn children. While this happened Ser Barristan stepped close to Daeron who stood up and offered the small babe to him. "You've probably held more members of my family than I've known in my life, would you like to hold her"?
Barristan took the girl and with an ease that showed his experience with such acts started to rock her gently as a smile stretched across his face. "A beautiful child Your Grace, thank you", he said as he rocked the girl, chuckling slightly as she gurgled sleepily.
"I expect you'll have your hands full watching these two Ser Barristan", Daeron said with a wry grin while Rhaenys handed the other girl over to a wetnurse who laid the babe down in a crib.
"I expect I will", Ser Barristan acknowledged. "Which one is this"? he asked as he nodded towards the child in his arms.
"She is Visenya", Daeron said. "Rhaenyra is in her crib".
Barristan nodded slightly as he walked over to the crib and laid the sleeping Visenya down beside her sister, "Sleep well child", Barristan whispered before escorting the wetnurse out of the room, leaving Daeron, Rhaenys and Daenerys alone.
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Westeros. 1st month 298 AC
While the Stepstones were celebrating the birth of the Crown Princess Visenya and her sister Rhaenyra Westeros was in political turmoil. The first day of the year had been marked with the death of nearly every Maester stationed in the various keeps and cities as their duplicity and spying was brought to the attention of the various Lords. A few like Ned Stark had contained their fury enough to simply escort their Maesters to the wall while many others let their Masters face death in various forms. Some were stabbed while still in their beds, bludgeoned or hanged while others were drowned like rats as the Lords they had spent years spying on unleashed their fury.
None could say who was more furious, Robert Baratheon for missing the chance at killing Pycelle or Tywin who had dragged the aging Grand Maester from his bed and out into the courtyard where he promptly removed his head with Brightroar. The Citadel and the Hightowers in Oldtown were in full panic mode as their treachery and in the Hightowers case their inclusion in the Maesters plots were brought to light, and the gates to the large city had been barred and Lord Leyton Hightower had already called up his levies and sent out ships in the vain hope of attracting sellswords to his side. Elsewhere in the Realm Lords were calling their own banners at Robert's orders to root out the Maesters from the Citadel as well as delivering judgement on the Hightowers.
Ned had set out from White Harbour with thirty ships and five thousand northerners at his side, his son Robb especially excited as he had been given a ship of his own to command as well as men. Ned had been hesitant to bring Robb but Robert had ordered him to come and to bring his two eldest sons as he wanted to see them. Any feelings of friendship Ned held for Robert had long since disappeared, yet he was hesitant to refuse a direct order from his King since he knew that his nephew was not yet ready to wage war upon Westeros.
Tragedy had struck however as sometime after they passed the Stepstones unscathed (having a nephew as King of the Stepstones helped him there) a violent storm broke out and scattered the northern fleet. After two days all but three ships had been accounted for, Robb's ship was not amongst them, he just hoped that his son was alive, and he swore that Walder Frey would pay. The blasted weasel had refused Ned and his army to cross the Twins without paying an exorbitant price in gold, alternatively he could have wed Robb to one of Lord Frey's daughters, but he had refused to give the old man the pleasure that was why they took ships instead. The rest of the journey was spent with a heavy heart, even more so since he had to console Jon who was devastated at the possible death of his brother, one thing was sure, once he found Robert he would do his best to make it so that Robert would deliver a heavy punishment to House Frey.
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Sandy beach, somewhere in the world. 2nd month 298 AC
Robb:
Robb groaned as he opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of sand. The storm they had sailed into had tossed him and the others on his ship back and forth like ragdolls. Many (himself included) had lost whatever they had in their bellies in the face of the heavy waves while the more experienced sailors had done their best to keep them alive. At first it seemed as if though they would make it until a particularly strong wave had smashed their rudder and toppled their mast. At that point every man had done his best to hold onto whatever piece of the ship that wasn't in danger of falling off as the storm swept them away on treacherous waves.
He didn't know how long they were caught in the storm that seemed to hold no end, and making the journey across the constantly shifting deck to go downstairs to get some food or something to drink was a trial by combat in and of itself. Even worse was when it came his turn to join the small cue of men who took turns of accepting buckets of water that he handed off to the next man who poured it over the rail as they did their best to make sure the ship didn't sink from the water it took in. Their lucky streak ended eventually as the ship came apart in a tremendous bang, as if a bolt of lightning struck nearby. Without any steering the ship had been carried on the currents and eventually smashed into a reef and thrown him and everyone else off-board and Robb had barely avoided drowning as he managed to grab on to a piece of driftwood. The water had been cold and he had almost lost hope several times as he drifted alone in the cold waters until he felt himself washing ashore on a sandy beach where he had promptly fallen asleep.
As he woke properly he felt elation pour through him giving warmth to his chest and limps and he laughed heartily as he pranced around on the beach, caring not about the heat of the sun baking down on his naked back. He didn't know how long he celebrated there with only himself for company, he did however notice that he was suddenly near a group of perhaps a dozen men. A dozen men who were all heavily armed and in the process of unloading cargo from a small dinghy into a room that was built underground, men that had ceased what they were doing and staring at him with nasty grins.
"Hello", the apparent leader of the men said. A tall well built man with long dark hair and a handsome beard.
"Hello", Robb replied slowly before spreading his hands defensively.
The man just smiled and sat down gesturing for Robb to do the same. Once Robb had seated himself in the sand the smuggler opened his mouth to speak. "So, mi amici, I would ask who you are, but in view of your shredded clothes and the fact that we saw your ship go down two miles away... what's the point? As for me, I am Luigi Vampa, a smuggler and a thief. My men and I have come to this island to bury alive one of our number who attempted to keep some stolen gold for himself instead of sharing it with his comrades. Interestingly enough, there are some of his more loyal friends who are insisting that I grant him mercy. Which, of course, I cannot do, or I would quickly lose control of the whole crew. That is why you are such a fortunate find".
Robb furrowed his brow slightly. "And why is that"? he questioned.
"You provide me with a way to show a little mercy to Jacopo - that maggot you see tied up over there - while at the same time not appearing weak. And as a bonus, the lads will get to see a little sport as well", Luigi said as he gestured toward the boat where indeed a man was lying in the sand, gagged and his arms tied behind his back.
A feeling of dread filled Robb as he suspected where this conversation was headed. "How do I accomplish all this"? he asked while crossing his fingers in the hope that nothing bad would come from it.
Luigi grinned showing a row if white teeth. "We watch you and Jacopo fight to the death. If Jacopo wins, we welcome him back to the crew. If you win, I have given Jacopo the chance to live, even if he did not take advantage of it, and you can take his place on the boat".
"What if I win and I don't want to be a smuggler"? Robb questioned.
"Then we slit your throat, and we're a bit shorthanded", Luigi said, his face still demonstrating that blasted grin.
Robb kept silent for a bit before offering his best smile, "I find that smuggling is the life for me, and would be delighted to kill your friend the maggot!".
Luigi smiled slightly before leaning forward slightly, "Oh, and by the way, Jacopo is the best knife fighter I have ever seen".
Robb smiled slightly as he replied, "Perhaps you should get out more...", hoping that Luigi would not take offense at the sarcasm in his tone.
Luigi roared with laughter before standing up and shouting to his crew, "Release Jacopo, and give him back his knife. And we'll let the games begin...", he then threw down a knife at Robb's feet.
Robb stood up, feeling they weight of the small dagger in his hands. He was hardly a master with a dagger, but he was strong and fast for his age and had spent years in the practice ring learning how to fight.
His opponent, a short stocky man with a stylish short cropped beard and thin black hair quickly launched a swift jab towards him that Robb deftly evaded. Robb struck back but found his strike avoided by the surprisingly nimble man who tried to deliver a downwards stab the Robb barely parried with his own dagger. For perhaps another minute Robb and his opponent traded blows before Robb spotted an opening. Lunging forward he grabbed the man by the shoulders and threw both of them to the sandy ground and before the man could realise what had happened Robb held his knife to Jacopo's throat. "If you hope to live, do not bat an eyelash", Robb told Jacopo who stared back with shocked eyes and quickly let go of the dagger in his hands. Robb nodded with satisfaction and plunged his own dagger into the sand beside Jacopo's head and turned towards Luigi and his men who were looking shocked as well.
"Master Vampa, allow Jacopo to live, he's already suffered enough at the prospect of being buried alive. The men who wanted some sport have seen it, those who wanted mercy for Jacopo will get it, and by keeping me and Jacopo you will add yet another skilled sailor and fighter for your crew".
Luigi frowned a bit at first before he stood up from where he was perched on the boat and smiled. "It's a deal", he said as he spread his arms in welcome.
"What is his name", one of the other smugglers asked.
"His name"? Luigi said before grinning. "We shall call him Zatarra", he said prompting chuckles from the other smugglers.
"Sounds fearsome", Robb said as he helped Jacopo to his feet.
"It means driftwood", Luigi said dryly before walking off.
Before Robb could do more Jacopo grabbed him by the arms and spoke with a determined tone to his voice. "I swear on my dead relatives - and even on the ones who are not feeling too good - I am your man forever!"
Robb patted his shoulder in a friendly gesture. "I know", he said and then walked over to where his new 'friends' were already at work again. He would miss his family, and one day he would return, but for now he would enjoy his new life and freedom from his duties…