Sister's Keeper
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A/N: This chapter is rated M for sexual content
Chapter 27: The Choice
I entered the Great Pyramid where the Great Master of the year once lived. Now the Great Pyramid was my home. A thousand-foot architecture divided into six sections. The apex, the hall, the heart, the base, the pit, and the dungeons. The dungeons were where prisoners were kept along with the torture chambers. Next to the pit, another storage for prison and storage. The base was located at the ground, within the ground level walls, sounds echo off arches of many-colored brick, and amongst the stables, stalls, and storerooms. What was shocking is seeing that there were three elephants. This being the first for many in seeing elephants for us Westerosi, except for Jorah. He found Daenerys, and I surprised amusing, as he petted one with no fear. We continue our journey upward into the Heart, was the living quarters for the servants and masters, decorated in luxury.
Next was the Hall, the Audience chamber. All around was carved in stone as the broad marble steps lead to a throne. A throne beautifully crafted made of carved and gilded wood, in the shape of a harpy. I frown, knowing I will have that replace. For I was a dragon, and a dragon does not sit on a harpy's lap. Therefore, I told the council to get rid of it, strip the finery and give it to the freemen and burn the wood. When asked what I want to do as a chair to address the subjects, I advise them a bench shall do. Of course, a week later I was presented a carved bench made of ebony.
On the very top was the Apex. Where the Greatest Master would live for a year to rule Meereen. Chambers surrounding the greenery and fragrant pools. We divided the chambers, so Daenerys, Missandei, and Ser Barristan had their own quarters. Ser Jorah offered to be in the Heart, although I have a feeling he will be in my quarters during the night. Daario, still cautious of his pursuit on my sister was assigned in the Heart. It was a change of scenery, as I explore the terrace gardens, having a view of Meereen where the Temple of the Graces and the Skahazadhan river. Along with the dry hills, the orchards, and the fields of the city.
At the very top was the golden harpy. Once things are settled, she would be removed and melted. Usually, I held tolerance towards other religions. Having higher respect for the Old Golds and the Great Stallion. Being courteous of other gods from different realms. However, this one, the Harpy will not be present in the Great Pyramid or in the public view.
Now it was time to get down to business, as I entered the study in the Apex in search of documents. The Great Masters are locked in the dungeons awaiting trial, and I need to find evidence. I need to separate the good seeds from the bad. Otherwise, it will be a battle of pointing fingers and accusations in who orders the death of those children. Ser Barristan and Ser Jorah helped in the search, along with Missandei. Scavenging through the recent documents. One document that shocked me was an enormous book with names on it, scratched off and a number beside it. The names of slaves and their worth.
It took three days, seeing that the Great Masters enjoy wasting paper when Ser Barristan found it in a storage cylinder made of gold. Missandei read it aloud starting it was a transcript classifying who agreed to the making the children mile markers and who opposed to it. Apparently, there are 163 Great Families in Meereen, and each family gave or pressure to provide a slave child in their company. Out of the 163, only 53 opposed to such horrendous act.
"Your Grace, what will you do to the Great Masters who refused this sanction?" Missandei asked.
I sat down in a chair facing my Council, "They may have defended for the children, does not relinquish them on their participation in Slavery. Therefore, they will be removed from their position as Head of their family, and their heir takes over. The same goes to the others."
"A wise decision," Ser Barristan said.
"Grey Worm, I need you to go to each family and report this to testify on their father's behalf. Men train their sons for legacy. In case the Great Masters dare lie during the trial. All will stand forth and confess or be held accountable. Providing spiritual absolution of their sins."
Grey Worm nodded, for tomorrow once the documents have been written to collect the heirs for their specific date to stand trial. As we divided into the Great Masters to be handled within a week or so. The guilty shall be punished in the manner the children have experience. Keeping to the balance of mercy and justice.
Once done, I dismissed the council and headed to my chambers. This was a serious test to see if I can be a ruler. In Astapor though planned I acted on impulses in sacking it. Killing the Good Masters who were known for mutilating and butchering their slaves. Yunkai, the Wise Masters surrendered the moment their slave soldiers stopped defending them. They were only stubborn during negotiations. Meereen on the other hand, they did the Champion Challenge, which Daario won, and yet they deny accesses. Therefore, Grey Worm and the Unsullied snuck in to cause the Slaves to revolt. This could have been the same situation as Yunkai. However, the Great Master went too far in their attempts of intimidation by crucifying 163 children on the mile markers.
I stared at the conqueror ring wondering what Visenya would think. I'm conflicted about this. Considering I'm doing the right thing by putting the Great Masters on trial. I could execute them all and be done with it, or spare them all as Ser Barristan suggested in mercy. After seeing all those children, wondering how much they have suffered until their cruel death…I couldn't. Something inside me prevented that. Maybe it's my weakness towards children.
Sighing, I laid down and closed my eyes trying to get rid of a headache that was forming. Not realizing I fell asleep and open my eyes in Dragonstone in the throne room. Sitting on the Stone Throne was Visenya. She sat there sharpening Dark Sister.
"You surprised me, dragoness," Visenya said. "Reminded me the time Aegon convinced the Rivermen to go against the Hoarse."
I sat up and looked at her, "Am I doing the right thing? Putting the Great Masters on trial?"
"The mother in me says yes," Visenya answered. "However, every action has its consequences. No good deed goes unpunish."
"So, no matter what I do, there will be retaliation," I concluded.
"You be surprised how many retaliations Aegon and I went through. How do you think the Kingsguard was established," she said? "Slaver's Bay is the proprietor in Slavery. It will take time to learn how to rule and balance. In the end, we cannot satisfy everyone." She stopped sharpening Dark Sister. "Long ago the Valyrian freehold end the practice of slavery in their territory. But my father did confess we took prisoners and had them work in the mines. Aided allies who continue the practice. No one is perfect."
"But House Targaryen never partook," I said.
"I'm not entirely sure, records were lost during the Doom," she confessed. "In the end, you shouldn't be conflicted about this. The Masters hate you no matter what. So, you will learn how to deal with it before you return to Westeros. When the horses and krakens arrive."
"How much time does Westeros has before the Army of the Dead arrives?" I asked.
"The White Walkers are already awake," she answered. "When the Night King decides to head South, you will already be there."
"Can you be more specific? Days, months, years?" I asked.
"That's the thing about the unknown, you can never know," She riddled.
I sighed, giving up.
"Now, your relationship with Jorah?" She murmured.
"What about it?" I asked.
"You love him," she stated as a matter of fact.
I blushed not looking at her. I was so close to falling in love with him. It's just with our campaign. I feel like we don't get the opportunity of courtship. Ever since Pentos he has been by my side protecting me the best of his abilities, even when Viserys was still alive. Visenya gave a slight chuckle, then sighed as her eyes grew sad. I was about to ask her what was wrong only to be startled waking back in Meereen.
I shot up gasping, only to find it was Daenerys who waked me. She pulled back not expecting it.
"Sorry, I did not mean to wake you," Daenerys said. "It's time for dinner."
I panted trying to catch my breath looking out the balcony to see it was dusk, "Next time just let me sleep."
"But it's fun waking you up," Daenerys teased.
I grabbed the pillow and smacked her with it. She chuckled, before getting out of bed and learning to the private room where dinner was being served. It was just us eating, as Daenerys said Jorah and Ser Barristan were securing the grounds again. I simply nodded eating the food that was provided.
"There is something I wanted to tell you," Daenerys spoke.
"And what is that?" I asked.
"I saw you hugging Jorah," Daenerys answered.
"Uh…so…" I replied.
"It seems a bit intimate on our way to Meereen, also noting back in Yunkai he has been going to your chambers," she added.
Jorah and I have been trying to keep our relationship a secret. Mainly to prevent any complication on the journey if enemies saw us together. Also, if people make accusations. It shouldn't be an issue. But I wasn't a very open person. Many said I can be very introverted when not pleasing people.
"All I'm saying is don't hold yourself back," Daenerys said taking my hand. "You deserve to be happy. I must confess, I was trying to get you two together since the Red Waste."
"I've noticed that," I muttered.
Daenerys chuckled, "Just don't hold back anymore."
I sighed taking her hand and squeezed it, "Thank you."
"So…did you two…"
"Dany!" I exasperated.
"I'll take that as a yes," she chuckled again. "So…is he good."
I blushed trying not to look at her. Trying not to think of our last intimate encounter in Yunkai before traveling to Meereen. We haven't been intimate since then, wanting to keep a clear head in case of a battle. The past three days, we've been busy in finding evidence to hold the Great Masters accountable that we haven't had time alone. Along with Ser Barristan being by my side as Queensguard.
"What is it with older men being good in bed?" She asked.
"Experience," I mumbled. "I mean, Drogon was roughly sixteen years older than you. And I haven't heard of a complaint."
This time Daenerys blushed, "Well, once we started to understand each other."
I nodded squeezing her hand again, "I know it hasn't been a year yet. And I know you loved him."
"It was my fault he is dead," Daenerys mumbled. "I should have listened. If I haven't put so much faith in that witch, Drogo and Rhaego would still be alive."
"Sometimes things happen for a reason," I said. "Right now, both are riding in the night lands with their ancestors.
She sighed but nodded.
"I want you to know, I will not enforce you in any arrange marriages. I want you to find love. However, if you were to marry, I will decide if he is worthy for your hand." I informed.
"But wouldn't we need the political alliances through marriage?" She asked.
"Fuck alliances," I said, which made her chuckle. "After the rebellion, do you think I would arrange a political marriage when Five of the Great Houses betrayed us?"
Daenerys nodded.
"Now, be careful," I told her. "I still have elixirs from Lys that can prevent conception."
Daenerys nodded, "I think I'm going to wait a bit longer."
I nodded. Afterward, we went back to our meals. It was nice to have a moment with my sister and not talk about the war in a battle setting. Also, Daenerys advise in how to should not hide my relationship. I'm not sure if I'm ready to be officially open about my feelings in the public, but I think I can be inside the pyramid.
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There was a knock on the door announcing it was Ser Jorah with a report. I told him to enter, which he did holding a scroll. He started all professional, stating the pyramid is secured and that twenty of the Great Masters sons will arrive tomorrow to discuss their fathers' trial. I sighed, knowing it will be the start of bringing justice for the children. Even though this would not be an official trial since it was I against the Great Masters. I decided that if the Great Master regrets their decision in executing those children, then I will have them imprisoned for the rest of their days. If they don't regret it, then I have no choice but to execute them the same way those children went through. Having them crucified until death and rot on the post.
Jorah came over and hugged me from behind as we looked out into the city.
"Am I doing the right thing?" I asked.
"You have a gentle heart, Alysanne," Jorah murmured. "When I was Lord of Bear Island, I dealt with the struggle of punishing a man who committed a crime. My first being a man who killed his wife. She died trying to protect their children with an ax in hand. He was sick in the mind. It was a struggle, for I had known him growing up."
"What happened to him?" I whispered.
"Even though I wish I could give mercy, there are some crimes that could not be forgiven. The man who passes the sentences should swing the sword."
I listened to his words and thought about what Visenya said. I was the invader to the Meereenese, disrupting the Masters' traditions in slavery. No matter what I do, mercy or justice, they will still hate me in the end until they accept. If we were not greeted by the children at the mile markers, things would have been different. It would have been the same as they were with Astapor and Yunkai. However, the Great Masters challenge me, and I have no choice but to respond.
Right now, I wanted to forget about the Great Masters and the trials. Turning around in Ser Jorah's arms facing him, before giving him a kiss. He kissed back for a moment, then stared into my eyes filled with love.
"Will you stay tonight?" I asked.
"As you wish," he answered.
"And all the other nights?" I offered.
This surprised Ser Jorah, "Are you sure?"
"I'm not going to follow traditions Jorah," I said, cradling his cheek. "I control my life, not caring what others think."
A smile graced his lips as he kissed me again. Traditions in our culture as Westerosi can go to hell. It was traditions that exiled us from our home. The traditions of marriage to people who took advantage of us. Now that Viserys is dead, and Jorah marriage to Lynesse is annulled we were free to be together with no complications. Yes, Jorah has been married twice, his first wife died from a miscarriage at a very young age, and his second wife a privileged woman. But it doesn't change how I feel for Jorah. He saw me as Alysanne, even with a Targaryen name and claimant, he doesn't address me with royal titles.
We made our way to the bed stripping our clothes until we were laying on the bed. Jorah crawled on top of me, leaning down and kissed my chest until lashing his tongue over my nipple and sucked deeply. I moaned, combing my fingers through his hair. My body reacting to his touches, causing me to arch and squirm that made my body sing. When he slips his fingers between my legs and pressed firmly against my opening. I gasped, bucking my hip against his hand. Jorah kissed up claiming my lips, as he glided his fingers firmly along with the opening, teasing the clit with his thumb pressed against the pearl.
I threw my head back moaning, which Jorah kissed my throat, lavishing the skin with his tongue. He continues rubbing, increasing the pressure as he strokes until sliding his fingers inside. I gasped wrapping my arms around him, rocking into his hands while he pumps his fingers inside in search for that spot. He always does this, prepare me for intercourse at the same time provide me my first release. Sliding his fingers inside and circling my clit with his thumb. Either it is his hands or tongue, he focuses on that first release.
Meanwhile, his lips claimed my lips, ears, neck or breast adding more to the sensation. It wasn't long as he pressed at that sensitive spot inside me that sent me over the edge, moaning his name in the climax. Body convulsing in bliss clinging to him for dear life.
Once I came down from my high, I stared at him seeing the slight smirk on his face. Panting, I grabbed him around the head and pulled him down for a kiss. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I turned us, so I was on top. I lean down kissing his chest, returning the favor, pressing my loins against his member receiving a groan. Lips traveling up along his neck taking claim over the scar. Suckling it, though careful not to leave a mark. Jorah groaned as his hand went through my hair grabbing it, but not too tightly.
When my hand stroked down his torso and found his member, a groan escaped his lips. I chuckled enjoying the power I have at this moment. Feeling his member hard and ready, I align it to my entrance and slide down his erection. Going down until he was rooted in the hilt. Jorah cursed as his hands grabbed my waist securing me there. I panted adjusting to his size, walls stretching to his girth and length. Once we caught our bearings, I began to rock upon him. He encourages my motion, helping to set the pace.
Our eyes never left one another. Lost in a deep connection as our emotions stirred to be connected. Rocking back and forth, as he slides in and out of me. It won't be long when the pace quickens feeling so close to coming once more. Jorah sat up, adjusting his legs while one arm secured around my waist and the other on the bed. He thrust up every time I came down. Going deep, striking the sensitive spot inside. I gasped wrapping my arms around him, breasts pushed against his chest. My lips claiming his. We moved to one another reaching our goals until we both came at the same time.
He released inside me, his seeds coating my womb but I did not care. Knowing I was on the Lys elixir. Jorah panted pulling us down that I lay on top of him. His chest heaving out of breath, his hand combing through my hair while keeping his other arm around my waist. My head rested on his chest, hearing the rapid beating of his heart.
"I don't assume you are up for another round," I jest.
Jorah chuckled slightly, "Give me a moment."
I chuckled, scooting up to meet his lips in a gentle kiss. Some would question of an older man with a younger woman. The assumption that a Targaryen has a high libido. I can't not say if that is true. All I could say is, to have Jorah's arms around me, made feel safe and secure.
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