Tranquility?

Qoren Martell walked in through the open gardens of Sunspear, taking in the heat from the outside and also enjoying a nice moment of peace from all of the chaos that's been going on further up north and across the narrow sea. Marble paved the gardens and courtyard, with the terraces overlooking the numerous pools and fountains, all of which were shaded by lemon trees. The gardens were especially pleasant in autumn: hot days, cool nights, the salt breeze blowing in from the sea, and fountains and pools to admire and play in. And that was the season now, for summer had just ended and he was going to take in the heat that he could enjoy before the Citadel sent the white raven.

But while he was relaxing and about to join some court ladies in the pool, a guard ran up to him. "Prince Qoren, the guest from Lys has arrived."

"Ah," Qoren remembered. "Invite him into my solar."

"My prince," he affirmed.

Recently, Qoren received a message from the Lysandro Rogare, head of House Rogare and of the Rogare bank and the First Magister of the Triarchy. The Rogares were in an uproar over what the "black" dragons had done, which was to take away their most valuable bargaining chip in the form of Prince Viserys Targaryen. Not only was Lysandro angered at the loss of a fortune, he was infuriated at how the men who took away Viserys looked upon his daughter Larra in her nude form. That was unusual for Qoren, as the Lysenes were not usually offended at violations of modesty. But he wasn't going to take away an opportunity that was coming his way.

When he entered his solar, Qoren looked upon Drazenko Rogare, brother of Lysandro. "Good afternoon."

"Good afternoon, Prince Qoren," he bowed. "Thank you for agreeing to see me. My brother sends his regards."

Qoren gestured for Drazenko to sit down across from him. "I trust your voyage to our shores has been uneventful."

"No, not exactly. I am here to do my brother's bidding and that is a thankless task," Drazenko was blunt.

Qoren nodded in acceptance. "Of course. I will not waste your time and I certainly hope you won't." Pouring him some Dornish red, they both clinked their cups. "Now, I intend to go over whatever business we have between us first before we get to the pleasantries. You will enjoy the company of Dornish women and feasts at the conclusion of our discussions."

"I certainly look forward to that," Drazenko beamed.

"Why has your brother sent you to our fair city?"

"My brother has the belief that Dorne and the Triarchy have common cause against the dragons, as we both suffered under the wrath of the dragons."

"On that, I will have to disagree. You didn't go through various fires from the dragons."

"Still, our honor has been violated and my family wants vengeance for what the dragons had done."

Qoren knew that honor was the last thing on the minds of the Rogares, but the snatching of Viserys was a humiliation that they couldn't let slide. "What do you suggest?"

"An alliance between the Dornish and the Triarchy. We have already been approached by Ser Myles Hightower. I am sure you have heard that name before."

"Vaguely." Qoren didn't know the Lord Commander of the Oldtown City Watch personally, other than the rumors that he was a greedy and conniving shit. "Why did you bring him up?"

"He told me that Oldtown will never submit to the peace agreement overseen by Rhaenyra, not after how much they lost, and he told me certain information that shows that the Hightowers will be at risk once the revelations of their plotting come to light."

"And what sorts of plots have the Hightowers come up with that would so endanger them?"

Drazenko told Qoren everything that Ser Myles revealed in Lys, which included the involvement of the Faith and the Citadel in the deaths of Princes Jaehaerys and Maelor, the riots in King's Landing, and even the start of the war between the two halves of House Targaryen. All of this made Qoren's blood run cold, as he began to fear that his septon was also a plotter.

"My, my," Qoren could only say. "And I thought that those fools were not capable of something so bold."

"Given the circumstances, Oldtown and the Triarchy have something to lose should peace return to Westeros and we were hoping that you would like to be involved."

On that, Qoren remembered what he said to Ser Otto Hightower, Hand to the now dead king Aegon, after he asked for his involvement on the "green" side. He stated that, "Dorne has danced with dragons before. I would sooner sleep with scorpions."

"The war is over," Qoren decided to play this out. "Therefore, Dorne has no reason to be involved in your petty schemes."

"It's not petty," Drazenko countered. "The southern Reach will be at risk, the Triarchy will be at risk, and sooner or later, a stronger and united House Targaryen will threaten Dorne again."

"It's not my concern," Qoren repeated. "And Dorne has been neutral in this war so far and we have not suffered yet, so we have no reason to provide you with arms and troops."

Drazenko was not going to give up. "Is that the attitude that you had when the Rogue Prince ravaged your men and humiliated you in the Stepstones?"

Qoren's fist tightened and his jaw clenched at that memory. If there was one Targaryen that had earned his hate, it was Daemon Targaryen. And the fact that he was still alive even after everything that had happened insulted him greatly. "Do not speak of that name in this palace," he warned softly.

"But will you deny the truth of my words?" Drazenko asked. "The Rogue Prince is alive and well. Not only does he have two healthy sons and three healthy daughters, with a fourth one on the way, he has all of the remaining dragons under his command. If you believed that he caused a lot of damage with just one dragon and that old bastard Corlys Velaryon at his side, imagine what he could do with all of the remaining dragons and all of Westeros marching on his behalf?"

Qoren had certainly never thought of it that way. "Daemon is merely the Prince Consort to Rhaenyra. There's a limit to what even he could do with power, and especially since everyone is talking of how he can't walk anymore."

"Oh, come now," Drazenko balked at Qoren arguing in the opposing side. "You really think that such limits had stopped the Rogue Prince before, especially when his brother was alive?"

Qoren conceded that. "But at the time, Daemon was the aggressor and therefore, we had just cause to react against him. You're asking my house and all of Dorne to be the aggressors in this instance. Dorne has succeeded in defending our homes, but attacking? Many Dornishmen will die."

"Perhaps if the Triarchy and Oldtown agree to help shoulder the cost of the campaign, would that be acceptable?"

Qoren crossed his arms. "I'm listening."

"Currently in our possession is half of the treasury of the Seven Kingdoms. Ser Myles stole that and has it secured in the Hightower while we have connections with the Iron Bank, who are reluctant to return such a large amount of gold in any situation. We are willing to use that gold to help shoulder the costs of our campaign against the 'black' Targaryens, with the intention being to secure the southern Reach from the dragons."

"It seems to me that you don't need me for that. After all, you have the money and the ability to hire sellswords to do your dirty work. Why do you need us?"

"It might send a moral message if the Dornish helped protect the Starry Sept from the incursions of the dragons and that people of Westeros are coming to the aid of the Faith," Drazenko caught him off guard.

"What?" Qoren was very confused. On that note, Drazenko pulled out a piece of parchment from his robes and handed it to the Prince of Dorne. He immediately recognized the seal of the Starry Sept and the personal one of the current High Septon. Looking at Drazenko again, he unfolded the parchment and read its contents.

"To the faithful,

How can you not know that we live in a period of chastisement and ruin? The enemy of man has caused the breath of corruption to fly over all regions. We behold nothing but unpunished wickedness. Neither the laws of men nor the laws of the Faith have sufficient power to check the depravity of customs and the triumph of the wicked. The demon of heresy has taken possession of the chair of truth, and the gods have sent forth their malediction upon their sanctuary."
Qoren didn't know what the High Septon was saying, as he didn't consider himself a man good with words.
"Oh, ye who listen to me, hasten then to appease the anger of the heavens. But no longer implore the goodness of the gods by vain complaints. Clothe not yourselves in sackcloth but cover yourselves with your impenetrable bucklers. The din of arms, the dangers, the labors, the fatigues of war are the penances that the gods now imposes upon you. Hasten then to expiate your sins by victories over the infidels and let the deliverance of holy places be the reward of your repentance."
Pretty strong words, Qoren noted, even though he still didn't understand.

"If it were announced to you that the enemy had invaded your cities, your castles, your lands; had ravished your wives and your daughters and profaned your temples – who among you would not fly to arms? Well, then, all these calamities, and calamities still greater, have fallen upon your brethren, upon the children of the Father, which are yours. Why do you hesitate to repair so many evils, to revenge so many outrages? Will you allow the infidels to contemplate in peace the ravages they have committed on good and devoted people of the Seven?"
Qoren breathed out.
"Remember that their triumph will be a subject for grief to all ages and an eternal opprobrium upon the generation that has endured it. Yes, the living gods have charged me to announce to you that they will punish them who shall not have defended them against their enemies."
Qoren paused, needing another moment to take this in.
"Fly then to arms! Let a holy ire animate you in the fight, and let the faithful world resound with these words of the prophet, 'Cursed be he who does not stain his sword with blood!' 'If the gods call ye to the defense of their heritage think not that His hand has lost its power. Could they not send legions of their messengers or breathe one word and all their enemies would crumble away into dust? But the gods have considered the sons of men, to open for them the road to their mercy. Their goodness has caused to dawn for you a day of safety by calling on you to avenge their glory and their name."
Qoren sighed. They're still being vague, he thought.

"Followers of the Warrior, they who gave their lives for them, today demands yours in return. These are combats worthy of you, combats in which it is glorious to conquer and advantageous to die. Illustrious knights, generous defenders of the Seven, remember the example of your fathers, who brought holiness onto this desolate land, and whose names are inscribed in the heavens. Abandon then the things that perish, to gather unfading palms and conquer a realm that has no end."

Qoren put the letter from the Starry Sept down. "What exactly are they saying?"

"From what Ser Myles described, it's an official sanction from your High Septon to go to war against the dragons. Of course, they worded in a way where the Targaryens are not mentioned, but the implication can be seen," Drazenko answered.

Qoren sighed once more, thinking this through. "All right… and you are sure that Ser Myles has said that the Starry Sept requested Dornish help in securing them?"

"I haven't said that, but it seems that way," Drazenko answered.

"What do you hope to achieve from this, besides revenge from what the dragons had done?" Qoren asked.

"Well, we intend to take some harvests from the southern Reach while also looking to seize some islands off of the eastern coast of Westeros. Which ones are yet to be determined, but they will provide protection should the Targaryens retaliate against us."

Qoren nodded. "Understood. Besides the gold, we also require some of those harvests."

"Done," Drazenko assented. "And one more thing. To consummate the alliance between us, maybe a marriage might be enough. Ser Myles has agreed to marry my niece, so it's only natural that a marriage alliance be made between the Triarchy and Dorne."

Qoren narrowed his eyes. "And who are you suggesting be the agents of this?"

"My brother says that it's time that I found a wife, and your daughter is currently unmarried, so…"

Qoren pursed his lips before calling Aliandra to the solar. With her tan skin and slim body, his daughter grew up to be a flirtatious and fiery young woman. "Aliandra, could you please show Drazenko Rogare to his quarters?"

"Yes, father," she affirmed before gesturing Drazenko to follow her. Either my daughter marries him, or one of my other sons will marry one of the Rogares, he though through his backup plans.

For Qoren, he began to think of all of the benefits that could come with helping the Faith, as he could sate his previously buried need for revenge against the dragons and against the Rogue Prince. And Dorne will become rich from this endeavor. The dragons will soon learn the true meaning of wroth, he mused.

"Hold still, muña," Jaehaera insisted, enjoying the novelty of working with her mother's silver hair.

Helaena indulged her daughter, even though she had much to learn in considering how others felt when she touched their bodies. "Please hurry up, Jaehaera. Your muña can be impatient." She tried not to dwell on such inconveniences, for she had bigger worries to think about. "Oww!" Jaehaera giggled.

"Perhaps if you had brushed your hair better, you wouldn't be like this," Jaehaera chided, remembering what she had learned and tried to form her mother's hair into a proper, if simple, northern style. "I was surprised that you wanted this style."

"It's only natural that I do," Helaena reminded her. "I'm marrying Cregan Stark, the Warden of the North. I have to start looking the part."

Jaehaera ran the comb through still rough locks, causing Helaena to look scoldingly at her daughter again. "Oops," she apologized, smirking at her mother's angry look. "I'm sorry. I'll try to do better."

"Please do so, and please be faster," Helaena urged. However, she was going to get married to the one who made her life so bright and the one who showed her the love she deserved. All she wanted to do know was to claim him as her own and bed him. That's all I'm thinking about, she thought.

Unable to hold back her giggles, Jaehaera withstood her mother's mock annoyance. "But if I may, muña, after you marry Lord Stark, what will be he be to me?"

Helaena blinked, for she did think about it but never talked about it with her daughter. "He'll be my husband."

"Yes, but will he be my father?"

Helaena turned around to face her daughter. "Would you like him to be your father?"

Jaehaera sighed. "I'm not blind, muña. I knew what was going on between you and father, the dead one. And I know that all of the shouting was his fault. But still, he was my father."

"Yes, he was." Helaena had to admit that bitter truth. "And to tell you the truth, I don't know if I can really get him outside of my mind."

Jaehaera was too young to understand yet, but she just nodded. "To be honest, muña, he might have been my father, but he didn't act like one. I don't… feel anything for him now."

Helaena might have been concerned for her daughter not feeling anything for Aegon, but as she also felt the same way, she didn't mind. "What about Lord Stark? What do you feel for him?"

"He treated you well, which means he treated me well," Jaehaera answered simply.

"But, do you want him to be a father to you?"

Jaehaera shrugged. "I don't know. I know that he's a good man, but he's from the north. And I don't know if I am ready to take on another father, but you love him. And muña, I want to see more smiles from you. If Lord Stark can do that for you… I will try to accept him into my life."

Helaena cupped her cheeks gently. "You don't have to make a decision that you don't want to make. You can talk to Cregan and I'm sure he'll be happy to raise you himself. After all, he has two daughters with him."

Jaehaera instantly beamed. "So… does that mean that I will have sisters?"

Helaena grinned. "I did promise Cregan that I would raise his children as my own, so if that's what you want…"

Jaehaera kissed her cheek. "I'm happy to have more sisters! Because boys," she gave a teasing look of disgust.

Helaena indulged her daughter once more. Then, the door entered and in came Daemon, who was struggling on his crutches.

"Uncle," Helaena addressed him.

"Helaena," Daemon answered back and looked at Jaehaera. "Hi, little dragon."

"Hi, great-uncle," Jaehaera startled them both.

"Jaehaera, I have something to discuss with your mother. Could you wait outside, please?" Daemon asked. Jaehaera looked at her mother, who nodded her consent. Without warning, Jaehaera ran over and hugged his leg. He was caught off guard before he hugged her back. "It won't be for a moment."

After Jaehaera went into the hall, Daemon sat himself down, struggling to do so as he rested his crutches on the walls. "How are you… niece?"

"Excited, actually," Helaena admitted cheerfully. "I'm getting married, this time to a man worthy of my attention and love."

Daemon smiled. "That's the same feeling that I had when I married Laena, and then Nyra. I never felt that way to Lady Royce, but looking back, I regret ever mistreating her, for she didn't deserve it."

Helaena had to be amazed at how much the Rogue Prince had changed. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"I heard rumors that the Old King and Good Queen Alysanne sent you to the Vale because they didn't like you. Is that true?"

Daemon sighed. "They didn't hate me, but my behavior brought up some nasty memories from their childhood. I don't know what I did, but they couldn't look into my eyes and hold me like they did their other grandchildren. For all of the Old King's and Alysanne's love for family, the former only did so when it was convenient for him. Ask poor Saera and Viserra on how they were treated."

Helaena was shocked to hear the Old King spoken to in such a manner, but she also saw the Rogue Prince as a different person, so anything was possible. "And what about my father? Did you hate him?"

"No," Daemon quickly and vehemently denied. "I admit that I said regrettable things and that I acted rashly in my younger years, but I never hated him. He was my brother, the only friend that I truly had, and he had a warmer idea of family than even the Old King."

"How so?"

"Viserys was not stupid. He wasn't blind to all of the realities, but that didn't stop him from trying to keep the family together. You saw how hard he tried with the Velaryon boys and your brothers." Helaena nodded. "And he wanted everyone to be happy, but his flaw was that he thought he could make everyone happy when that was never going to happen, especially in the times before the war. But who said that was a cursed goal?"

Helaena took in her uncle's kind words about her father. "Then why did he marry me to Aegon, even though I knew his reasoning?"

"Well… that was probably your mother's doing. And hearing what my departed nephew had become, I just wish that my brother found someone more worthy of you."

"As I thought more on it, had circumstances been different, I would have married Cregan earlier. What do you think about that?"

"Well…" Daemon scratched his head. "That's certainly not outside the realm of possibility, especially since it's already happening, but that all depends of how Cregan's father would have involved himself earlier. And now that I had seen the northmen in action, it makes me wonder what more they could do for us."

"And Cregan?"

"Let's just say that if Cregan met you earlier, Viserys might have accepted a betrothal, but not the others in court, for they don't like any northern barbarians here. But Cregan has proved himself a good man with a sharp mind, so does it matter if you met him earlier or not?"

Helaena pursed her lips, and she bobbed her head. "No, it doesn't. I'm marrying him."

"Focus on the future and what you plan to create with Cregan. You look in the past, you'll be lost. And I know what I'm talking about."

Helaena chuckled before the door opened again. This time, Baela, Rhaena, and Shiera entered. They all volunteered to be her bridesmaids alongside Jaehaera, which Helaena found generous of them. As for Daemon, he stood up on his crutches. "Niece, I have failed as an uncle for many years. Please, allow me to escort you to your future husband as the first of many actions as an uncle would do."

After hearing what Daemon had said, there was no hesitation in her voice. "Thank you," she grabbed his arm as they eased their way to the wedding grounds.

Just like with Baela's and Daeron's wedding, hers and Cregan's wedding would be held in the godswood at King's Landing. There were more northerners in the crowd, with the Manderly brothers among them, as well as Rhaenyra, Daeron, Rhaenys, and Corlys. The Sea Snake was very displeased, but she didn't pay him any mind.

She was also happy to see her grandfather Ser Otto and her mother there as well, for it was her wedding that would happen. Ser Otto tried to look happy, while her mother had merely accepted it. After what I said, I know that there is nothing that she can say to make me regret this, Helaena declared to herself.

Trying not to tremble, Helaena fell into place across from Cregan, who looked as strapping and handsome as ever. It took all her energy to steel herself, not willing to look up and likely fall apart. Breathe, Helaena. Breathe.

"Who comes before the Old Gods tonight?" Benjen Stark would oversee the wedding, for he was Cregan's cousin.

"I," Helaena croaked, clearing her throat to several worried murmurs. "Helaena of House Targaryen, a woman grown and true of birth. I come to wed in presence of the old gods." It surprised her that she managed to get through all of it without collapsing.

"And who gives her away?" Benjen asked.

"I, Daemon of House Targaryen. Uncle of the bride." Quietly, he stepped beside Rhaenyra.

"And who comes to wed her?"

"I, Cregan of House Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North."

Benjen pressed on, satisfied to see no obvious objections. "Helaena of House Targaryen, do you take this man?"

Blinking, a bead of sweat trickling from her forehead down her cheek, Helaena looked up at the far taller man she was about to marry. To finally become Lady Stark, to be bound by this wonderful man, she though giddily. All led in this moment, the reality came crashing upon her right as she was to make a decision. To choose a life that would allow her to heal from all of the pain that she had to endure.

Bated breaths of the dragon family were let out in relief when a wry, awkward smile curled on her lips. "I… take this man." Helaena chose her happiness, and she wasn't going to let it out of her sight.

"Cregan of House Stark, do you take this woman?"

Giving her a large smile and cheerful demeanor, Cregan nodded. "I take this woman." Helaena was sure that Cregan had heard her breath hitch, ever so slightly. In her own little way, this was comparable to when she was swooning over the romantic tales of knights and princes, before the reality of her marriage to Aegon had smashed it into pieces.

Jaehaera stepped forward, holding the strip of silk. On it was embroidered a wolf at one end and a dragon on the other. While the pact of ice and fire was due to be consummated, everyone saw this as the first step and Helaena had never felt happier. Benjen gingerly tied the bride and the groom together at the wrist. "In the sight of Gods and men, I bind these souls for eternity." Without hesitation, Helaena pulled her new husband down and crashed their lips together to the clapping of their dear family.

Helaena didn't pay much attention to the feast, which had the same fervor and celebratory atmosphere was Daeron's and Baela's. But this time, the northmen were acting wild for southern standards. They proved much heavier drinkers and their mouths loose than southrons. Denys Dustin and Jon Flint, the heroes of Viserys' rescue, were flailing their arms and legs about while the rest of their compatriots were laughing loudly. The Manderly brothers were a bit more dignified, controlling their drink, but that didn't stop them from laughing alongside their fellow northerners. Many southern ladies and lords were reluctant to be near them, only tolerating their presence since Cregan Stark's northern faction was on the rise in court.

For Helaena, she saw that the northmen's behavior as an acquired taste, just like with some wines. However, she had to get used to them, for she will be in Winterfell soon and had to act like a proper Lady of Winterfell. She ignored the stares turned her way by the other courtiers, for she no longer cared about what others thought and she was going to go after what she wanted.

"You all right?" Rhaenyra asked her.

"I'm fine," Helaena answered.

"You looking forward to the bedding?" she asked suggestively.

"I am," Helaena nodded eagerly.

"I don't have to tell what goes on during that, but I do hope that you'll be happy during that."

"Don't worry about me, sister," Helaena replied. "I shall enjoy it very much."

Rhaenyra pinched her arm affectionately. "Have fun."

Like Daeron and Baela, Cregan and Helaena were escorted to their new chambers. As soon as they were alone in their chambers, Helaena helped Cregan out of his thick northern cloaks. She took a moment to look at his developed back, formed muscles, and broad shoulders. Aegon never had that, and it made her all the happier that she was with a man who was not only a good in heart, but also looked the part.

She then gave him a huge push, not realizing the strength that she had. I must have got stronger, she noted.

After he tripped on the floor, Helaena pinned his arms over his head and straddling his waist, she gave him a forceful kiss until they both had to break it off for lack of breath. With him still lying beneath her on the floor, Helaena reached for the top of his tunic and tore it off of his torso, his firm chest and his toned muscles for her lustful eyes to enjoy and her hands to trace. She leaned down and kissed his neck before running her tongue all along his torso, pulling down his breeches and keeping him nailed to the floor with her lips all over his length.

"Whoa, whoa," Cregan said. "You're already going strong?"

"I've waited too long for this, Cregan Stark," Helaena said. "It's time to make you mine and we were both married, so no need to go through the pleasantries."

Helanea felt elated when Cregan slightly shook as she ran her tongue on his cock, knowing that he was brought back to their first time whenever they made love like herself. Their wedding nights were a time for them to see what pleased them the most, see what made them feel the most pleasure and to discover what made them climax the most. Thankfully, Cregan obliged her need for their lovemaking to be rough and aggressive, but she decided that it was time to increase the intensity. She also was a little bit annoyed that Cregan was initially hesitant, but she didn't let it bother her.

"You're so delicious, my husband," Helaena said seductively. "Shatter into me, my wolf." She squeezed her lips on his tip and pulled him deep.

Instead of cursing, Cregan instead felt his mouth open wide and his breathing cease, at least for a moment. Besides being a great man, he's mine. Mine to twist, toss, and gobble up whenever I want to.

Not done with him yet, Helaena helped Cregan up before pushing on the mattress. She pulled her gown down from her shoulders, exposing her nude form before his lewd eyes. As a final touch, she reached for and untied her hair, shaking it loose and allowing it to flow past his shoulders. She found out that having her loose made her much more beautiful, a fact confirmed by how Cregan just stared at her in awe. Smiling, she walked over to the mattress, laid on her side, and brought him close to her for a deep kiss. Cregan finally getting out of his daze and reversing their positions is how she was feeling his powerful thrusts at that moment.

Helaena felt Cregan's hand move along her belly and towards her breasts, throwing her head back into the pillows as he squeezed them. "Yes! Just like that!" she moaned while pleased that her man was showing her just how he won the hearts of two women. She looked away from the ceiling and saw his grey eyes stare right back at her amethyst ones, but him biting his lower lip showed that he was struggling to maintain his gaze with all of the waves of pleasure going through both of them.

Wanting to get the final move and to give her husband some rest, Helaena turned Cregan onto his back, straddled his cock, and slammed her hips on his while keeping his hands on her breasts. He sat up and licked her breasts while she continued to rub his length. She could feel her juices cover it and more of her arousal on her thighs, and she pushed Cregan back onto the bed to let him know that she was now in control. "I want to ride my wolf," she whispered in his ear.

Cregan thrust upwards to meet Helaena halfway, their pace growing even faster as the sounds of their skin slapping reverberated in their chambers. Helaena felt her back arch backwards and heard her moans growing louder, both of which she was unaware of as pleasure consumed both. Nearing the brink, Helaena screamed, "Cregan!" as she peaked.

"Helaena!" Cregan shouted back, the entire keep no doubt hearing their yells. Helaena fell on top of him before sliding off and snuggling against his left sides.

But no words were shared between them for a moment, as they exchanged loving looks between each other. Cregan had pleased her, and this was a moment that she didn't want to end.

"How many children do you want?" Helaena breathed.

"As many as we can," Cregan kissed her cheek. "I already have an heir, so there's nothing to stop us."

Helaena laughed. "I so wish to have many children with you. While I will love my children with Aegon to death, I wish to have more to love."

"And I will be glad to help you."

"I have a question. Will you be a father to Jaehaera?"

Cregan was curious as to why she asked that, which worried. However, he said, "Of course. Sarra and Raya will enjoy having a sister around."

Helaena kissed him deeply. "Thanks."

"Why do you have say thanks? It's what I must do, as I must raise Jaehaera as my own as you will mine."

To reward her new husband, she kissed her way down to his length once more. "Would you like another round?"

"Don't have to ask me twice," Cregan urged her on as they engaged in another bout of lovemaking on their wedding night.

A/N: We have the Dornish plotting with the Triarchy, and honestly, there is no better time to take advantage of the chaos than after the Dance.

And now, we have another wedding, with Helaena and Cregan finally tying the knot.

Till next time.