AN: Obligatory thanks and a special thanks for the recent reviews. It is really flattering to read that you guys enjoy this fic as much as you do! I honestly did not expect to get this far and for this fic to become as popular as it has, especially on AO3. The AsoIaF universe is so incredibly detailed and vast, I was a bit afraid to take this on, but I took the step and there are no regrets! Thanks to all of you (and my beta SeaFeudJagger, of course)!

Also, as a little teaser: the next chapter will be a bit different. It will be a Westeros reaction chapter including five characters' POVs regarding the exploits of our Targaryens! There'll also be hints here and there about what is going on in Westeros!

But, for now, enjoy this chapter!


Jon XI

Watching the city shrink on the horizon brought a sense of peace and accomplishment with it, there was no doubt.

After a night of rest and recuperation and a day of plundering the goods and riches of two magisters and two merchant princes Jon had sentenced to death, they had decided to travel to Volantis by ship. The dead noblemen' families were less than impressed, but Jon could not bring himself to care. None of them spared a second thought about their mistreatment of their slaves, so he saw no reason to shed a tear for them when he allowed the Wolf Pack to loot their manses. To abolish slavery, the masters, magisters and merchant princes had to lose their power, which was their coin. He knew that Qohor was only the beginning.

They had found themselves securing the services of three river galleys of differing sizes and a couple of river cogs to stow away their riches and horses. Several men from the Wolf Pack were stationed on the cogs to guard their steeds and goods, while the rest were spread along the galleys. Their journey through Dagger Lake and the Sorrows would be long and dangerous, but, after leaving behind Qohor, Jon still found himself breathing a sigh of relief.

He hoped that Malen Sanyr would keep his word, but if the merchant prince did not, then they would return and they would do so with bigger dragons.

Looking to his left, then to his right, he smiled at his wives. Rhaenys, with a cocked grin, stood tall and elegant, her wavy brown hair billowing in the gentle breeze and her orange dress fluttering about. She looked content and absolutely gorgeous. Dany, on the other hand, was just leaning into his side with his arm draped over her shoulders, wearing a Qohorik silk robe over a violet dress, which left little of her cleavage to the imagination. She had a more serious expression on her face, lines of worry creasing between her brows.

"It'll be alright, Dany. Both paths are equally dangerous, but I'd rather not run into this Khal Zekko," he said softly.

They'd been having this discussion since daybreak. Despite her lingering fears of the Dothraki barbarians, she was still more concerned about the hives of pirates prowling the waters of Dagger Lake and the unsettling tales of the stone men from the Sorrows.

"We could have avoided the barbarians," she repeated, once again.

"This is safer," Jon whispered and held her tighter.

They had not even been separated for a whole day during the events with the noblemen of Qohor and the fanatics of the Black Goat and yet, it felt like it had been days, weeks or even months. Holding her like this, having her safe and secure in his arms was like a reaffirmation of her wellbeing.

Dany turned around in his embrace, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer as she rose on her tiptoes. Her lips on his and her tongue in his mouth were like a magic all of its own, washing everything away in a wave of lust, love and utter satisfaction. The way her small breasts pressed against his chest, the way her scent bewitched his senses – what else could it be other than magic?

"I hope so," she breathed out after breaking their kiss with a smile.

"You worry too much, Dany," Rhaenys teased, her hand rubbing up and down their aunt's back. "Let us rest for a bit. We have deserved it. Whatever comes will come and when it does, we will deal with it. Together."

Jon nodded in agreement. "Well said."

A loud splash turned their attention to the side of the ship and a moment later, Jadewing re-emerged from the river with a fish caught between her jaws. A breath of fire later and she gulped it down in one piece. Then, she screeched and chased after Sundancer and Arrax roaming in the sky. Some of the sailors and sellswords present on deck gave shouts of exclamation and pointed at their dragons in awe.

"Let's head down into our chambers," Jon suggested suddenly, taking both Dany's and Rhaenys's hands in his before leading them inside of their galley, his desire for his wives finally overwhelming him. They had the time and peace to indulge in each other now, after all.

Rhaenys's grin turned mischievous. It was clear she knew what he wanted. "Ohhh, I hope you do not plan anything untoward with us innocent maidens, your Grace! We would not wish for people to talk!"

"I know for a fact that you two are neither innocent nor maidens," Jon replied wryly as he led them through the interior of the ship, passing by a sellsword who shot him a knowing grin. Rhaenys's eager giggling did not help in the slightest.

"And whose fault is that?" Dany quipped, but he shut her up real quick as soon as they had reached their cabin, closed the door behind them and crashed his lips against hers again.

Swallowing her moan, Jon grabbed Dany by her buttocks and lifted her against the door, her legs wrapped immediately tight around his waist. Turning around, he carried her to the sizable bed in the room, dropped her onto the soft feather mattress and quickly joined her, sitting on the edge of the bed. They both quickly began to undress, their eagerness and impatience betrayed by their erratic movements. Rhaenys was already naked, causing him to give her a surprised and startled look, which she returned with a smirk and a wink.

"Do you think you can handle us both at the same time?" his sister asked him teasingly.

Jon raised a brow at her. "I have done so before, haven't I?"

Rhaenys giggled again and went to work on untying his breeches, her fingers brushing against his stiff manhood more often than not and never by accident, he was sure. He lifted his hips, so she could pull everything down at once and toss it to the side before she dropped to her knees and made him gasp and groan when she took him in her mouth without any preamble.

Shifting around a bit, he let his torso drop onto the bed, which dipped a bit to the side and before he knew it, there were two milky, silky, beautiful and slender thighs on either side of his head and a beautifully curved arse filling his vision. The glistening and smooth sex of his aunt was calling to him and with a hunger he didn't know he had, Jon squeezed his hands around her thighs and pulled her down, his tongue dipping in between her slick folds.

Dany's gasps and whimpers, Rhaenys's sucking and slurping – it was a lustful, sinful song, but the only one he needed and wanted to hear right now.

Jon wanted to sit up in disappointment when Rhaenys removed her mouth, but Dany's crotch on his face made it impossible. When he felt his sister's warm wetness wrap itself tightly around his cock, however, accompanied by her throaty and pleased moans, he resumed his task of devouring Dany until she reached her climax.

The delicious sounds of loudly smacking lips of his wives devouring each other and the rapid slapping of Rhaenys's hips against his filled the stillness of the room along with the incessant creaking of the bed. Twenty nails dug sharply into his torso, no doubt leaving marks that would last for days. It was pure and wanton desire between them, their fear of losing one another and the relief of then finding each other again accumulating in this very moment. When Dany's fingers joined his and Rhaenys's sexes, teasing his manhood and brushing over his sister's stretched folds, he knew that neither of them would last much longer. Dany could already barely sit still anymore, so Jon had to tighten his grip on her plump arsecheeks to keep her steady. A moment later, her thighs tightened around his head and pressed almost painfully against his ears, muffling her very long and very loud cries, along with Rhaenys's lips. More of her taste and scent overwhelmed his senses and Jon eagerly lapped it all up. Only reluctantly did he allow her to extract herself from his mouth, her legs trembling in the afterglow still.

Despite this, however, Jon could still feel Dany's relentless fingers between Rhaenys's and his joined sexes. Even after her own release did she continue to caress Rhaenys's folds, her fingernails scratching, gently and teasingly, along his shaft every once in a while until, before long, it was his sister who gasped for air and began to quiver on top of him as she rode out the waves of pleasure crashing through her body. Her walls fluttered and squeezed all around his manhood, urging him to finish and Jon did just so, groaning as he released all of his pent-up seed inside of his wife, fingers gripping tightly onto her hips so he could thrust his hips up and reach as deeply as possible into her cunt.

With shaky breaths, Rhaenys collapsed on top of him, her full breasts pressing beautifully against his naked chest. Both of them were coated with sweat and short of breath, but also so very sated. His hands wandered lazily from her back to her arse and back again, his tongue wrapped around hers in a steamy kiss before she rested her head against his shoulder.

Dany positioned herself against their side, her head lying on an outstretched arm as he pulled her closer to him.

"Seven fucking hells, I needed that so bad," Rhaenys muttered with a satisfied sigh. "It felt like forever ago since we had last lain like this, but it was, what? A mere three or four days, was it?"

"Mhm," Dany confirmed, running her fingers along her niece's olive skin. "I still want your cock, though, my King."

"And you shall get it, my Queen," Aegon said with a chuckle, earning himself a pleased giggle from Dany, "but I beg for your mercy right now. Allow me to rest, you insatiable fiend."

Dany snorted at that and Rhaenys gasped once he fully slipped out of her. She squirmed around a bit and nestled herself deeper into him with a satisfied sigh. "What do you think Volantis will be like?" she finally mused.

"The Commander did mention that there is a great temple within the city where many dedicated followers of R'hllor usually come to visit. It is called the Temple of the Lord of Light," Dany spoke up. "So, there'll be many Red Priests and Priestesses, I imagine."

"Oh, right. I apologize, Dany, I forgot about your visit to the Red Temple in Qohor because of everything else that happened," Jon pondered while one arm was wrapped around Rhaenys, who had the most content of smiles on her face. "Did you find what you sought? Did you even make it there?"

"It was...interesting, to say the least" Dany affirmed with a nod, concentration evident on her face while she was likely trying to remember as much as she could. "I actually saw something in the flames."

That broke Rhaenys's bliss instantly. She lifted her head up from his chest, much to his dismay, considering how comfortable he had gotten. "You did?" his sister asked with blatant curiosity. "How? What did you see?"

"It was...an experience." Dany hesitated for a moment. "It was...the fire, the brazier that Red Priest used...they changed shape. The flames, I mean. When I gazed into them, the flames appeared to have changed shape before my very eyes and became a wolf walking on a long bridge. It looked like it was made of stone – the bridge I mean – but I can't be sure because of the fire."

"Huh." Rhaenys seemed at a loss as she laid her head against his chest again and he raised a free hand to run it through her tousled brown hair. Her breath tickled against his skin.

Jon was deep in thought.

A wolf walking on a long bridge made of stone.

It could mean many things, but his mind was not in a pleasant place.

A wolf walking on a long bridge made of stone.

What other could that wolf represent than a Stark? But the bridge – the bridge could mean many things. It could be mere symbolism, of course, an important crossing in one's life for instance, but it could also be more straightforward. He had never seen it, but he knew of a rather important and famous bridge in Westeros. Could he be interpreting more into this than there was to it? But if Dany said she saw something, then he believed and trusted her without a doubt.

"You have been quiet, nephew."

He glanced at his aunt, who reached over to cup the rough stubble growing on his cheek. She smoothed out his furrowed brows with a thumb.

"Your vision worries me," he admitted. Lies and secrets sow distrust. Honesty builds trust. Dany's words.

"Do you have an idea of what it could mean?" Rhaenys asked, raising her head again to look him in the eyes.

"I could be wrong, but...when you think of symbolism about wolves...which house comes to your mind?"

Quick comprehension crossed her features as she nodded. "House Stark, of course. I suppose that there is little point in differentiating between direwolves and wolves, is there?"

"And the bridge?" Dany inquired.

"Could be the Twins, couldn't it?" Rhaenys answered for him and he nodded. "If you are right, little brother, then your cousin is either preparing to head south or he is already on his way."

"And considering everything that happened with my uncle…"

"Then Robb Stark might be marching for war…"

Jon exhaled heavily through his nose. "I could be wrong."

"Aegon." He turned to look at his big sister, her bright amber eyes peering at him with the utter compassion and devotion he would expect from an older sibling. That, which felt like an impossibility before, he had now, the compassion and devotion of his older sister. How far they had come. "I want you to understand something," she began. "I want you to understand that all I want for you is happiness in whichever way you find it."

"I find it with you and with Dany."

She grinned and blushed prettily before kissing him soundly on his lips. "I was not done, but thank you. It truly means a lot." Rhaenys then cleared her throat, her blush and grin still not gone. "I want you to find happiness, so when I tell you this, I want you to understand that I do not say this because I take pleasure in seeing you worry or laud the idea of Starks being in danger...well, not anymore, so much," she added awkwardly. "Do you understand this?"

Jon sighed but nodded. Despite their progress, there was still a lot of air in need of clearing between them. Their path was still a difficult one, but they had crossed the worst of it already. "Of course, Rhaenys."

"Good. Then listen and listen well to your big sister's words of wisdom: always trust your gut. If your gut tells you that Dany's vision is about a Stark – presumably your cousin Robb – marching south, then trust it to be just that. Going through possible alternatives in your head until you lose your mind will not help you."

"Aye, I know." He combed the fingers of his free hand through his hair, his other arm still used by Dany as a pillow. "I just hope I am wrong, more than anything."

"And I, as well, am hoping for your sake that you are wrong, believe me, but, for now, it is best to go with this assumption."

Rhaenys was right of course. He was one to follow his instincts, to trust his gut. This was, however, something he had little experience with, but he trusted his two wives more than anyone. Only Robb and Arya were held on a similar pedestal as Dany and Rhaenys. So, when Dany said that she had seen a wolf walking on a bridge made of stone and that she had seen it in the fires of a brazier in a Red Temple, then…then he believed her without the flicker of a doubt.

He just really hoped that he was wrong.

"Do you know what would ease your worries?" Rhaenys asked suddenly in that husky, sinful voice of hers that could make his loins stir without fail. "A little love from your favourite aunt."

Despite himself, he played along. "Oh, I don't know if it'll be enough."

An indignant gasp from his side made him grin; a grin he quickly hid by pressing his lips against Rhaenys's, their tongues quickly tangling with one another.

Dainty fingers wrapped themselves around his cock and Rhaenys lifted herself from him, the loss of her warmth and weight making him shiver at the sudden chill. Their lips and tongues were still engaged in a heated kiss, however, so he couldn't suppress his groan at the sudden heat of a mouth and tongue around his sex.

These women, his wives, were going to be the death of him, but what a beautiful death it would be.


They had cleaned up after the passionate and intimate lovemaking together they had craved so much and were now outside on the deck again, enjoying the horizon as the sun hung low.

The dragons were curled up and huddled close together after they had made the most of their new freedom. Being confined into a manse surely had made them forget what it had been like to be free to spread their wings however they wished. Now they could hunt when and how they wanted and were big enough to do so by themselves without their siblings. Fighting for prey still happened, especially between Arrax and Jadewing.

Now, they were sitting by their dragons on the deck, the cooling breeze of the coming evening a welcome change to the scorching heat of the sun. Even after far over a year, Jon still had not gotten used to the weather and was still sweating through his tunics at a rapid rate.

"Dany?" Rhaenys spoke up, breaking their silence. "When will you speak to Ser Jorah about his inappropriate affection for you?"

Jon had to smother his laughter at the utter and so typical bluntness coming from Rhaenys. Gods, never change, sister.

Dany, now on the receiving end of it, appeared less appreciative. "I will when the time is right."

"Well, now the time would be right, no?" Rhaenys raised a brow at their aunt. "It's not like the man can go anywhere right now, can he? Not even Minela is afraid of him because he couldn't do anything even if he wanted to."

Dany huffed before deflating. "It's not a conversation I feel comfortable having. I certainly am not looking forward to it."

"I understand, Dany, I wouldn't either, but it is needed," Jon said gently. He leaned forward and took her hand, intertwining their fingers. "Rhaenys and I...we love you, Dany. More than anything." She looked at him with a bit of surprise and the happiest of smiles. "You are my wife," he added, "and Rhaenys's...lover?" He glanced at his sister, who half shrugged and half nodded.

"We would say paramour in Dorne, though usually, one has a paramour to balance a loveless and political marriage," Rhaenys explained.

"The point is, we both love you and are utterly possessive of you as I know both of you are of me. I can still feel Rhaenys's fingernails on my hand from when we met with Lady Mellario."

"If the feeling ever goes away, tell me. It means that you need a reminder, my King," she crooned sweetly.

He snorted at Rhaenys before turning his attention back to Daenerys, who looked rather resigned. "Do you understand why we want you to have that conversation now rather than later?"

Dany indulged in a small groan of frustration. "Yes, yes, I do." Heaving a sigh, she looked at them. "I truly would rather ignore this altogether, but if it had been Rhaenys instead of me –"

"Or Aegon," Rhaenys threw in with a snicker, causing him to snort in discomfort.

"– or Aegon," Dany allowed, "I would ask of you the same. I will talk to Ser Jorah as soon as I have gathered the courage to do so. It will do him good to forget about this rather ridiculous notion of his."

Jon nodded in satisfaction. His eyes were on their sleeping dragons again. This moment of peace felt like a different world, a different life. It would do them well, for he knew that it would not last.