"Bran, we have to do something."
The Three-Eyed Raven rarely showed emotion but he pressed his lips together and a slight crease emerged in his brow. "What would you have me do?"
"We need to save Rhaella! The Dragon Whore is poisoning her mind against us!"
He pursed his lips. "Jaehaerys and Daenerys are discussing an attack on the North."
Sansa's eyes widened. "Is she going to burn Winterfell? Is she going to burn down King's Landing again?"
"I don't know. Jaehaerys has said that he believes I will be neutral. If I am, perhaps they will leave me alone."
"You aren't."
He raised an eyebrow, trapping her under his piercing gaze. "Why shouldn't I be? The North is not my concern."
"Bran!"
He didn't respond, waiting for her to make an argument. After a moment she began to speak again, her blood boiling. "I am your sister-"
"Jaehaerys, Aemon, and Rhaella all share my blood as well."
"The North destroyed the Night King-"
"With the help of Daenerys' army."
She let out a huff. "You're going to let thousands burn at the hands of Targaryens- again? And then you're just going to hope they don't become power hungry and don't decide to take back the remaining Six Kingdoms?"
Bran's lips curled into a slight smile meant to reassure Sansa. "I have no intention of allowing them to attack."
"What will we do then?"
He turned his gaze to the window again, distant as ever. Sansa was shocked he'd been able to hold a conversation for as long as he had been. Bran continued speaking, though she thought she saw a flash of white in his eyes.
"Do you know why I named Rhaella my heir?"
Confusion replaced her frustration. "Because she's our blood? The last of our line? You are unable to have children, Arya refused to, and any child I have will rule the North. She's the best chance we have to carry on the Stark name, unless I'm able to have children."
"The Stark name doesn't matter. My relation to her never mattered. What does matter is her relation to Daenerys. Daenerys won't attack her own blood. I knew she would never burn down King's Landing with her daughter inside. She isn't that mad."
Sansa was still confused. "But even with Rhaella as your heir Daenerys is still a threat."
Bran gave her a slow nod. "That's because Daenerys has Rhaella."
Sansa's eyes widened as she understood. "You mean to take her, like Father did with Theon."
"And her brother."
"What use will he be? If we take both children then they'll have to come for them."
"One to protect my Kingdoms and one to protect yours. Besides, if one child dies we'll still have the other."
Sansa pursed her lips and nodded, not wanting to plot the murder of her niece but seeing the practicality of it. "How will we get them?"
"We need to move quickly, they're beginning to rally their army."
It was a particularly beautiful morning and Daenerys and Jon decided the children could go without their lessons for a day. Rhaella was overjoyed to be alleviated of her studies whereas Aemon complained about missing the opportunity to learn about Brandon the Builder and the construction of the Wall. Jon reassured him several times that he'd be able to learn about it the following day and promised to take him to the Wall someday.
Rhaella eagerly asked Daenerys to go riding and her mother happily agreed. Jon was surprised that Rhaella would rather ride than hunt with Aemon and he but he was happy to see his daughter bonding with her mother.
The pair raced across the cliffs of Dragonstone, wind whipping through their silver hair as the hooves of their mounts pounded beneath them. Suddenly a shadow enveloped them as Drogon flew overhead. Rhaella immediately commanded her horse to halt, panicking at the sight of Drogon still.
After a moment Daenerys saw Rhaella's fear and turned her horse back to move alongside her daughter. She gently dismounted and reached up to squeeze Rhaella's hand reassuringly.
Rhaella looked down at her mother, deep in thought. She chewed her bottom lip, looking back at Drogon. He was soaring just over the edge of the sea, not very far away.
"Do you want to go back, sweetling? I can ask him to fly somewhere else."
Rhaella thought for a long moment.
"Is he scary?" She asked in the faintest voice possible.
Daenerys shook her head. "No. Drogon has never done anything but protect us. Dragons don't hurt Targaryens."
Rhaella looked down at her mother and dismounted from her horse. "Do you think… do you think he'll like me?"
Daenerys beamed at her daughter. "He'll love you, I know it. When you were a baby I used to take you and Aemon to visit him. I know he's missed his little sister."
Rhaella chewed her lip a little bit more, regarding Drogon uneasily. Daenerys reached down to stroke her hair. "Would you like to go say hello?"
Rhaella swallowed and wrapped her arms around her mother. "Okay."
"Okay?"
"I'll meet him. If you want. And if you promise to protect me." Daenerys kissed the top of Rhaella's head. "I'll always protect you. Always."
She gently asked Drogon to join them on the cliffs and he landed nearby. The horses ran off.
"Seven hells." Daenerys muttered. Rhaella was still holding Daenerys but moved to look at Drogon.
Daenerys gently stroked her hair. "Do you want to go say hello?"
Rhaella took a deep breath and nodded, breaking the embrace so she could walk towards him. Daenerys offered her daughter her hand and Rhaella gladly accepted it.
They walked over very slowly, and Drogon remained calm, sensing the need to soothe Rhaella. "Shh, it's okay, sweetling. You don't have to do this, okay?"
Rhaella was trembling but she clutched her mother's hand and kept walking. "It's okay, Muña. I trust you. He's not going to hurt us, right?"
"He's never going to hurt you. I'll never let anyone hurt you."
Rhaella nodded and they approached. Daenerys reached out to him. Drogon did his best not to move so as not to scare Rhaella. She moved to hide behind Daenerys a bit.
"Shh, it's okay. It's okay." Daenerys said, stroking Drogon and still holding Rhaella's hand. After a few moments Rhaella gingerly stepped forward and stared at Drogon, sitting in silence for a moment.
"Muña, what does he feel like?" Rhaella asked after watching her mother stroke him.
"Do you trust me?" Daenerys asked. Rhaella nodded and Daenerys gently guided her daughter's hand to Drogon. Rhaella gasped as she made contact and stood stock still.
"It's okay, sweetling. It's okay." After a moment Rhaella started stroking Drogon as well, slowly getting more comfortable. "He's so warm."
Daenerys nodded and hummed. Drogon decided it was safe to purr. Rhaella jumped back for a second, then laughed and placed her hand on his snout again. Daenerys beamed down at her two children. After a few moments Rhaella seemed to be doing alright, so Daenerys tentatively asked Rhaella if she'd like to ride Drogon.
"The horses ran off, and it'd be a long walk back. We don't have to if you don't want to, okay? You've been very brave already and I'm so proud you let him come say hello."
Rhaella thought about it. "Is it scary to ride him?"
"It can be at first, but then flying feels amazing. And I'll be right there next to you."
Rhaella bit her lip and then nodded. Daenerys smiled and guided her up Drogon's wing, following closely behind. She was incredibly nervous but her mother sat behind her and showed her where she should hold. "Are you ready?"
Rhaella nodded and Daenerys smiled. "Do you remember the Valyrian word for fly? When you say it he'll fly. We don't have to go until you're ready."
Rhaella took a few deep breaths and finally said it. "Sōvegon."
She wanted to scream in fear as Drogon took a few leaps forward before jumping off the cliff but she held on where her mother had told her to and relied on Daenerys to make sure they stayed safe.
The flight was a smooth one compared to some of the others shared by Daenerys and Drogon, and she was thankful that Rhaella's first time was easy. They landed on a cliff next to the castle and dismounted.
Rhaella took a moment to say goodbye to Drogon, gently stroking his face as he purred at her. Daenerys smiled at the two of them. "Rhaella, I have to get back to my solar to take care of some things, but you can stay here if you want."
"No, Muña. Can I come help you?" She was still a little scared of Drogon. He was a large and intimidating animal.
"Of course. Do you want to hear about the very first time I rode Drogon?"
Rhaella nodded and they began walking back to the castle. "You were in the fighting pits in Mereen, right Muña?"
"So now we have two dragonriders in the family?" Daenerys was draped across Jon in their bed as they both recounted the events of the day.
"Four, actually."
He raised his head to look at her properly. "Four?"
She smiled up at him. "Yes. Aemon rides quite well, as do you, if I recall."
Some of the joy drained from Jon's eyes. "I'll never ride a dragon again. Only Rhaegal."
Daenerys felt a pang of sadness but tried to recover after a moment. "You'll never ride a dragon again? I seem to remember you riding one this morning…"
He growled at her and moved above her, his mouth greedily claiming hers as his hands worked their way to the lacings of her nightdress.
She moaned into his mouth as he rushed to rid her of her clothes. She pulled back and smiled at him. "Patience, my love."
He gave her a sheepish grin as she flipped them, taking care in removing his shirt and gently kissing every one of his scars. He closed his eyes and focused on the soothing sensation of her mouth on the marks that had once killed him. The symbols of death that became bearable under her care.
She slowly inched down his linen trousers, finally freeing his cock. He groaned in pleasure as she took him in her mouth. She paid extra attention to the head, swirling her tongue over it while her hands gently stroked his base and massaged his stones.
One of his hands found its way to her hair as the other fisted the sheets. Jon did his best not to force her down on him, as much as he wanted to. The pace she had struck was agonizingly slow.
Her hot wet mouth perfectly enveloped his cock, her cheeks caving in as she sucked him. When he looked down at her those perfect lilac eyes were staring up at him, a hint of a smile on her lips. She released him with a pop and sat up a little so he could watch her trail one of her hands down her body to her dripping center.
Just as he was about to flip them she returned to her task, stroking him with one hand and herself with the other. The image of her playing with herself was driving Jon wild, especially when she reached up to smear herself on his cock. Instead he quickly grabbed her hand and brought her fingers to his mouth, sucking them greedily.
She smiled bashfully and he suddenly flipped them, entering her in one swift motion.
"Jae!"
Her entire body was overcome with pleasure as he rammed himself into her, filling her cunt perfectly and tapping against the spot that drove her wild.
Where she had been slow and careful he was wild and reckless, pounding into her mercilessly. "Dany…"
She clenched around him, digging her nails into his back and locking her calves around him. Her tits bounced against his chest roughly as their bodies clashed. As he began to come undone he slid his hand down to where they were connected, circling her nub as she moaned.
"Come for me, Dany."
"Jae! Fuck! Yes!"
As she came undone under him he found his release, coating her walls with his hot seed. When he finally rolled off of her as they were both coming down he found himself praying to the Old Gods for another child. He had no right to ask for one, especially not after what he had done to Daenerys but in that moment he didn't think of their past, only of the future he hoped they might have.