Sister's Keeper
Edited by xXFallenSakuraXx52
Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones.
This Chapter is Rated M for Sexual Content
Chapter 92: Frozenfang
Alysanne's POV
Time seemed to vanish as I lay in bed awake yet not entirely. There was a feeling of being touched, calloused hands sliding along my body with kisses. I stirred somewhat for my body still wanted to sleep after a long night of intimacy. My right leg was lifted as something moved between my legs—a press of a kiss on my right thigh and a movement of a mouth over my flesh.
My eyes fluttered, opening them through a haze to see Jorah down below. He slowly maneuvers my body to lay on my back while performing cunnilingus down below. I felt the lap of his tongue on the folds of my sex; I gasped. One hand over my head bracing myself on the headboard while the others reach out, grasping his hair. I sighed as the pleasure of his actions washed over me in wave after wave of sexual bliss. I pulled my head back moaning, nearly thrashing on the bed, yet Jorah kept me secured. As the pressure of his mouth increased, my limbs flexed and curled. Sweat building up.
Unable to fight it the sensation, I came with a cry. My legs trembled while my grip tightened. How in the Seven does Jorah know how to make my body sing? Like I was a weapon, he can easily manipulate, close to an instrument.
"Well… that's one way…. to wake up." I panted.
Jorah smirked as he kissed his way up my body until reaching my lips, "It's time to wake."
"I don't want to," I mumbled.
"You slept half the morning," he murmured, as he tucks a strand of hair off my face.
"Isn't there a thing called a honeymoon?" I asked, staring into his eyes. "A week, at least of you and I."
Jorah chuckled, "Not when you have Tyrion as your Hand."
"I'm sure Dany can handle him," I assured while moving my hand down between us, grasping his member. "You are not finished."
He was erect. Jorah groaned, bowing his head for he too needed release. Not hesitating, I guided him inside me. Jorah sighed, slowly sliding in until he reached the hilt. My eyes fluttered, feeling the sensation of being full. My hands gripped his shoulders, gaining support. He was inside me, where he belongs, and where I would keep him if I could.
I withered as I took him in, massaging his hard member, striving for a feeling that might last forever. Jorah gave me everything he had. A series of slow thrusts. I tried to urge him by raising my hips, wrapping my legs around his waist, allowing free rein to do as he pleases with. He went deep, hitting my core, again and again, sinking into me, stroking my depth with an effort to make his arms shake and cause my thighs to weaken.
Suddenly there was banging on the door. Jorah groaned as he increased the pace, trying to gain release. I moaned loudly when he struck that spot. Immediately, his hand covered my mouth to suppress my cries.
Who in the Seven Hells be knocking at this time? Missandei was given a few days off and Daenerys knows better not to interfere. So, either it is an emergency or the last two men will be facing dragon fire.
"Your Grace, are you awake?" Tyrion called out while knocking on the door.
Jorah continued to thrust, yet we remained silent. His pace is not strong enough to allow the sound of slapping skin against skin. I took a deep breath through my nose, trying not to laugh at the situation. Something young couples would deal with.
"Your Grace?" Tyrion called out. "King Jorah? Queen Alysanne?"
"I believe the Queen and King are occupied," Varys warned.
"Still, we need to prepare," Tyrion said.
"If you value your life, you let them be for the next few days," Varys said.
The sound of footsteps could be heard leaving. Once they were out of hearing, Jorah could no longer take it and began to thrust rapidly. He moved in and out with strokes, hard strokes burying himself inside me with his eyes closed. I took him in, matching the force of his ardor. Jorah claimed my lips, as I found ecstasy in every thrust and withdrawal from the movement of his hips and flexing of his back.
I panted still recovering watching as Jorah seek release. A few more thrust, Jorah groaned, bowing his head and came. Spilling his seeds inside me while thrusting slowly until he was spent. We panted, staring at one another until my husband collapsed on top of me. I did not mind the weight. Many women would feel crushed, yet I felt security.
"Did Tyrion actually call me a King?" Jorah asked.
"I believe he did," I chuckled, pecking his temple.
Jorah adjusted himself, as he slowly pulled out and rolled onto his back, "Bet it taste like bile to him."
I sat up, "Well, it is a bit too late for that. Now that we have consummated."
Jorah nodded with a slight smile, "You don't regret marrying an old man?"
"I don't, I prefer older men. Besides, I have a choice," I murmured, scooting closer, crossing my arms on his chest. "And as an added bonus, secure an alliance with the North once the war is over."
Jorah nodded, resting a hand on my back, rubbing his fingers along the spine, then he frowns, "You asked for volunteers from the Northerners, yet are you concerned about Jon revealing his secret?"
I sighed, tracing his chest along with the scars, "I asked Jon to hold his secret until we reclaim King's Landing. We have Martell, Tyrell, and Wensington's support. House Arryn is still under tribunal guardianship until Robin Arryn comes of age. As for the North… their numbers have dwindled because of the Long Night. It will be twenty years before they get the armies they need to go against us." I took a deep breath and kissed his chest. "In the end, it is Jon's decision to tell his siblings. I pray for no more wars upon the kingdoms for another thousand years."
"Realistically a hundred years," his cynic side said. "But with three dragons, I doubt any wars will happen during your reign."
I smiled softly, "Don't you mean, our reign?"
"I am a consort, although I will not be arranging fancy parties." He muttered.
I couldn't help but laugh. "And a War General. Shall I make a Master of something too?"
Jorah replied by cupping my buttocks and giving a squeeze.
I chuckled, "And hopefully, the father of my children."
He nodded with a content smile. "Wee lads and lasses."
I nodded, leaning up to kiss him, "I hope so. I also noticed your accent becoming more noticeable," I murmured.
Jorah merely shrugged.
Suddenly there was a prominent growl of our stomachs demanding food. Unable to resist, we got up to prepare for the day. As much as we would like to stay in the room. Our bodies crave substance. So, we got out of bed, washing, and dressing. Although once we are outside, we were no longer in a secret relationship. No longer Queen and General. No, this time we left the room as husband and wife.
For once, I am happy not to hide anymore.
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In a small solar, my council went over the details. As much as I would have a honeymoon and not the day after with Tyrion and Varys going over reports and gossip. At least I am not alone, as Jorah sat next to me. There are times I feel like Tyrion enjoys talking, enjoying hearing himself. I'm questioning why I have let Tyrion become my Hand. Varys seemed to notice this.
"My birds who are still faithful to me confirmed that the secret tunnels have not been discovered or at least guarded," Varys reported.
Tyrion tensed as he looked at Varys. I stared at the Spider pleased, for that is something I have been asking about. Jorah nodded as he stood up and gestured to the map to King's Landing.
"If we have the Martells and Tyrell's guarding the city, and the dragons handle Euron's fleet, we can get the Unsullied through the tunnels to seize the Red Keep," Jorah advises. "Give the distraction of the barricade and take hold from the inside."
"That means the civilians will not be harmed, not like the last Siege," I said.
Not like the Lannisters, I thought. Not wanting to be disrespectful to Tyrion.
We went over the strategies, seeing the war general come out of Jorah as he took control. Grey Worm was fascinated as always, listening to take note. Varys guided us on where the tunnels were. Varys is about the good for the realm. He knows I use violence as a last resort. So, seeing how Jorah and I plan for the battle is pleasing for the Master of Whisperers. This will be a good rough draft. Once we secure a plan, we will present it to the War Council.
Once we were done, Varys and Grey Worm left. Jorah stood up about to leave, although I turned to Tyrion.
"The next few days, I do not want to wake to you knocking on our door, Tyrion," I said.
Tyrion tensed.
"And once we are living in the Red Keep, you won't have the privilege to enter Maegor's Holdfast, without an invitation," I said with a serious tone. "You are Hand of the Queen, know your place."
"Of course, Your Grace," Tyrion said with a bow. "Forgive me for my intrusion."
I nodded; once we are settled, things will get better. I will have my privacy, and not have my Small Council following me everywhere. Just because I am a Queen, does not mean I want to be followed around. I want respect and privacy. Then again, I am an introvert. Not someone who goes dancing and partying. Jorah has the same view. In his youth, he would have enjoyed the more lavish lifestyle, especially from his second wife, Lynesse. However, he is a Mormont, thriving through harsh times by nature.
When Tyrion was excused, he left more quickly than I have seen him do before. As the door shut, Jorah shook his head before looking at me.
"Better put boundaries up," I said. "Just because I gave Missandei the day off doesn't mean Tyrion can waltz in."
Jorah nodded in agreement, "He doesn't approve."
"He expected me to marry a Great House, a highly respected Noble House," I said.
"Or himself," he concluded.
I scoffed, "I doubt, I could handle his monologue and cockiness."
"And not his height?" he inquires.
"I don't care about one's appearance," I reminded. "Although, I have heard the tales of Tyrion's sexual escapades."
Jorah snorted, shaking his head.
"But I have a well-experienced husband," I murmured.
Jorah smiled as he leaned over and kissed me. I kissed him back, savoring it.
"What shall we do today?" I asked.
"Whatever you like," he answered.
"Careful," I warned playfully.
Jorah smirked, they say during the newlywed phase, there is a lot of desire. I can sense this. I wanted to take him now. I've never had this craving until now. My husband can sense this too.
"Why not go for a walk," Jorah suggested, pulling back and offered a hand.
I chuckled and nodded as I accepted his hand standing up. We stopped to grab our cloaks before heading outside seeing the reconstruction for Winterfell was well underway. The Unsullied has been providing significant assistance in the repairs. With the recent snowfall, there was some struggle. In the end, the Northerners were now accepting. There was some bigotry, but no longer hostility.
It wasn't long until we reached to the Godswood.
The atmosphere was welcoming.
"You know, when I first came in here to see Bran, I had this unwelcome feeling in the Godswoods," I confessed. "As if the Old Gods were not pleased with me."
Jorah stared at me with a nod, "Many Southerners feel that."
"Well, after the Andals came and burning many weirwoods, I wouldn't blame the Old Gods having hesitation with Southerners. But last night, I felt welcome," I said.
"Well, you have respected all religions," he replied.
I nodded. In the end, the atmosphere is calm. The scent of fresh crisp snows, weirwood, and evergreen. We found a fallen branch and sat down, savoring our surroundings. It brought back moments during the early parts of our relationship when training. After sparing with the training swords, we would sit down and relax. Taking in our surroundings.
Over time, the sky started to grow darker, nearing dusk.
That was when Daenerys came over, holding something in her hand. She had Kovarro and a few of her guards but stopped them at the forest line. She walked over with a smile. A smile I haven't seen in a long time. One with an excitement. Staring at what is in her hand had me concerned. I haven't forgotten the time she found a frog and brought it over to me, before the frog leaped in my direction. Or back in Qarth when she teased me about liking Jorah.
"Should I be afraid with that deviant smile?" I questioned.
"No," Daenerys chuckled. "Jorah, can I have a moment with my sister?"
Jorah nodded as he stood up and walked over to the guards. Daenerys took his spot, placing the object on her lap. It was long and narrow, wrapped in linen.
"So…how does it feel to be married, especially with someone you love?" she asked.
"It feels wonderful," I answered with a smile.
"I can see you barely slept," she teased.
"Dany!" I exasperated, smacking her shoulder.
Daenerys laughed, "I couldn't resist."
"Especially with your matchmaking," I teased.
"Well, I did plant the seed," she murmured.
"Back in Qarth," I said.
"Oh, I had the idea back in the Red Waste. I saw the way he was looking at you, in fact, I noticed when we left Vaes Dothrak." She said. "Either way, I am happy for you. You deserve to be happy after everything you did for me."
I nodded, "Just because I'm married doesn't stop me from loving you."
Daenerys nodded as she rested the package on my lap. "I intended to give it to you last night, but I didn't want to ruin the moment."
"You shouldn't have," I murmured.
"Believe me, you deserve it," she assures it.
I smiled softly, removing the wrappings to reveal what the item was. My eyes widen, realizing what it was. It was an arming sword, and by the look of it, it was brand new. The scabbard was made between wood and metal, as the locket and chape were made of silver. The scabbard was made out of ebony, with intricate etchings of three dragons, the staining and metal design that can make the details of Viserion, Rhaegal, and Drogon. The pommel was a dragon's head…not any dragon head…but an ice dragon, with sapphires for eys. The crossguard was a multiple fuller, resembling dragon wings, while on the rainguard was an etching of another dragon that had topaz for eyes.
"You shouldn't have," I said.
"Draw the sword," she insisted.
I was confused, separating the blade from the scabbard to examine it. My eyes widen, realizing what kind of steel it was. It was not castle forge steal. No…this was Valyrian Steel. The Damascus print was there, like fire. Only this patter was different, it almost resembles a fire swirl…although there was a slight tint of blue.
"How?" I asked. "Where did you get Valyrian steel?"
"This used to be the Targaryen sword, father and Viserys' sword," she answered.
"I thought I lost it, or it was destroyed…"
"Jon, Grey Worm, and Tormund went to the Ice Dragon's remains and found it lodged in its chest. Grey Worm gave it to me, and I handed over to Durak. He knew how to reforge Valyrian Steel since the ice fractured it. I thought of making it something new. Make it your own sword. The sword that slayed the Ice Dragon."
I stared at the sword, removing my glove to feel the steel. It was cold, then again, it was winter. Yet it was colder than ever.
"Durak says this was a different experience; the pattern came naturally, along with the tint. He thinks there was magic in the Ice Dragon's blood." She said.
I nodded, still in a trance while staring at the sword. The encounter, the fight, and duel…I thought I wouldn't make it. Having Viserion toss me in the air, and the Targaryen sword piercing the heart of the Ice Dragon. The sound of its shriek, the cracking of skin like ice itself, and falling. The nightmares of the Ice Dragon taunted me. A dragon imprisoned for eight thousand years being trapped in the Wall. Seeing humanity walking over you and not able to escape. Not until Joramun horns to break the spell and be bound to the Night King. Once free from another spell only to die by my hands. All that anger leads to destruction. The Ice Dragon reminded me that anger leads to nowhere but death.
"What are you going to call it?" Daenerys asked.
"Huh?" I replied.
"What are you going to name it?" she asked. "It's no longer the Targaryen sword."
"No, it is not," I agreed. "Doubt I could call it Ice without insulting the Starks?"
"Probably," she chuckled.
I tried to think of possible names. There were four dragons on this sword, the rebirth of the dragons on the scabbard, and the Ice Dragon on the pommel, and Viserion on the crossguard. Then I remember back at the feast to celebrate our victory from the Long Night. What Tormund called me. What was the nickname again…oh right, Frozenfang?
"Frozenfang," I said.
"Frozenfang," Daenerys repeated with a smile. "Dark Sister and Frozenfang to complete the collection."
"No, there is still one Valyrian sword missing," I murmured.
"And which sword is that?" she asked.
"Blackfyre," I answered. "Aegon's sword."
"And where is Blackfyre?"
"Jorah told me he saw it in the Golden Company, in the hands of their Captain."
Daenerys smirked, "So after fighting Cersei, we will have all three."
"All three dragon swords will be back in our family's care," I murmured.
Daenerys nodded. That has been one of the few of the many relics House Targaryen that I wanted. The return of our ancestral swords. Dark Sister was taken beyond the Wall by Bloodraven, and a hundred and fifty years later to come back by a cripple boy who became the Three-Eyed Raven. Now Blackfyre is in our enemy's hands.
"It's getting late," Daenerys pointed out, as the sky started to get dark. "I assume you are eating in your chamber?"
"Yes, I want to enjoy as much time as I can with Jorah before ruling a kingdom takes over," I said.
"Speaking of which, are you still taking the Lys Elixir?"
"Dany!"
"What? You're married now, how did that children song go? First comes love, second comes marriage, third comes a baby in a – "
I covered her mouth, shushing her. She started laughing at that. I shook my head, no matter what age, she can still be childish.
"We're gonna wait on kids until we claim the Iron Throne," I explained.
"Just don't wait too long," she said.
I nodded, "Just a year."
Daenerys nodded as she gave me a hug.
"Thank you," I murmured.
"You're welcome," she replied back.
We got up, heading back to the men. All of us headed back to the Castle, where we went our separate ways. Daenerys says she will send food up. I thanked her as Jorah and I went back to our quarters. When we arrived, we found Jorah's trunk and gear inside, along with my dress and the Mormont cloak put away. Missandei must have done this to get us settled.
"I see you have a new sword," Jorah noted.
I removed the belt handing the sword to him. Jorah took hold of the sword and pulled out a few inches to examine the blade.
"This is Valyrian Steel," Jorah said.
"It used to be the Targaryen Sword, Daenerys had Durak reforge it," I said. "I'm calling it Frozenfang."
Jorah nodded with an amused smile as he sheaths it handing the sword back. I accepted it, placing the sword on the table and walked over to the mantle where Dark Sister was. I took hold of it and handed it to him.
"I want you to be secure," I said. "I know you value your sword. But until then, I want you to have Dark Sister."
"I don't think I am worthy," he said.
"Well, hold onto it until our children are grown enough to wield it," I teased.
Jorah snorted, setting Dark Sister down and picking me up along with a kiss. I laughed against his lips as he laid me down on the bed. I'm definitely going to enjoy the honeymoon phase.
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