"So, King Aegon wants to first attack Argilac Durrandon and the Storm Kingdom, once he has gained loyalty from the houses in the Blackwater Rush and Crackclaw Point?" Ser Clarence Crabb, heir to Whispers, asked him.

"Yes." Orys replied.

House Crabb had submitted to them quickly, claiming that they had seen the black dragon, breathe fire around a few moons ago. It was advantageous to Orys because House Crabb was the strongest house in the Crackclaw with around two thousand foot and thousand horse, all of them who had now pledged themselves directly to House Targaryen, greatly adding to their already two thousand foot and thousand horse.

They stayed for a night in the triangular keep of House Crabb, the Whispers and the next day Orys distributed their men into two groups.

He sent a two thousand foot with only two hundred horse into the hills of the Cracklaw under Ser Aethan Celtigar, a distant cousin from the Main branch of House Celtigar, and Ser Clarent Crabb to guide through the hills, so they could subjugate the lesser lords of the Crackclaw. The rest Orys took with him straight to Dyre Den to bring House Brune under his command.

Ser Clarence Crabb had said that House Cave would be on the way to Dyre Den and that they could overpower them swelling their ranks before they met House Brune of Dyre Den and Brownhollow on the field.

Orys had arrived at House Cave's castle, which was a cave. A huge cave in the rocky beaches of the Crackclaw which had been made into a castle by House Cave their only protection being a thick gate of oak, which closed the cave.

Orys had smashed the gate with a ram and had taken the castle under Aegon's name. Lord Cave had died in battle, and his wife ascended as regent to his only son. Lord Cave's men had been killed in the short battle, but he did have a hundred or so left which swore fealty to them and then marched on to Dyre Den to face House Brune.

"How long from here?" Orys asked Ser Clarence.

"A days ride, my lord. Then the Brune's will submit to King Aegon." Ser Clarence said.

Yes they will, Orys thought as they rode on to Dyre Den.

A day had quickly passed and the passage had become more difficult as they traversed through the hills that acted as a natural barrier for the Brune's. But as they descended down the last hill, Orys saw smoke rising up.

"Form up." Orys shouted, grabbing his shield which was painted with the three headed dragon banner of House Targaryen. His men instantly formed up and they descend down the hill to the cliff where Dyre Den rested.

"No." Ser Clarence whispered, his face ashen.

Men were fighting in front of the small castle, jeering loudly. Orys could see the banners. It was the paw print of House Brune fighting against the Ironborn of House Hoare, and House Brune seemed to be losing this battle.

Orys gripped his Valyrian Steel axe tightly and raised it up in the air.

"Charge!" He shouted, spurring his charger forward as his men charged behind him to attack the ironborn in their unguarded rear.

A war horn sounded their arrival and some of the ironborn turned towards them, one man bravely commanding them all.

Orys crashed into the ironborn, burying his axe in the skull of the first person who charged at him. Another charged at him, his sword arm raised high, poised to strike him down, but Orys quickly raised his axe and cut through the boys forearm in one sweep.

Arrows were released on a couple of them hit his horse on his leg crippling it. Orys, quickly dismounted and raised his shield just as a sword was about to hit it. He swiped at the torso of the man with his axe, who jumped back to avoid getting cut and immediately parried the next blow.

"FORM THE LINES!" He heard someone shout from the other side.

"Rahhh!" Orys shouted, as he pushed the man back with his shield and then sunk his axe deep into the man's chest, through the mail and leather, killing him. He pulled his axe out, now covered his blood, bone and brain matter and expertly threw it at the archer who had been nocking an arrow.

Orys had practiced this with Quenton a lot in the yard of Dragonstone and he unsheathed his longsword and bulldozed through the ironborn towards the archer. A few had gotten the best of him and his cheek sported a shallow cut for which the man had paid with his life, but he had blocked quite a bit with his shield. As he reached the archer, he saw another Ironborn taking out his axe and expertly holding it in his grip.

"Oh no you don't!" Orys shouted. These ironborn were nothing more than rapists and reavers, stealing what was not theirs from swords and riches to daughters.

The man with his axe was a few inches shorter than him, but was much more muscled. The man attacked him with his axe, but Orys blocked the blow with his shield, not giving any ground to the man. His shield was gone so he threw it on the ground and thrust at the man. The man parried the blow and Orys kicked him on his knees. It made his stance weak, but it was worth it as he saw the man buckle under the kick. Quickly, he thrust his sword in the man's chest killing him.

Orys sheathed his longsword back. "Death is the only thing you get, cunt."

Taking his axe back, Orys charged into the three ironborn. He cleaved a man's neck off his shoulder in one swing and then buried the blade in another's skull, straight through the man's halfhelm. Before he could pull his axe out the third ironborn cunt charged at him, his sword thrusting towards him.

Suddenly, another sword parried the blow and slashed at the man's chest killing him. "Can't have you dying so soon can we, Ser Orys?" Ser Clarence said, blood from his temple and his armour splattered with it. Orys smiled as he pulled his axe out. Orys stood in front of them, his visor of his greathelm raised as he looked at Ser Clarence beside him. Pulling down his visor Orys shouted, "House Targaryen!"

"HOUSE TARGARYEN!" The rest of the men shouted the Targaryen words after him as all of them charged together at the Ironborn.

"What is dead may never die!" A cunt shouted.

"BUT RISES AGAIN HARDER AND STRONGER!" The rest of the cunts followed, and all of them charged towards them.

Their armies crashed and the ironborn broke against his hammer and the anvil of the Brune's of Dyre Den.

The ironborn were dressed like his own men, in boiled leather and mail, yet they got cut down against the classic military strategy which had luckily been implemented at the right time. Orys personally cut down many fools with Ser Clarence, slashing and burying his axe in many iron born cunts, till he had clashed with an ironborn in a deep blue full plate armour with a black cloak.

"So you are the Targaryen usurper's commander. I am impressed." The man said. "I'll kill you and take your head as a trophy to my father, King Harren."

So this was the man who commanded the Ironborn over here. Son of Harren the Black. "There is no need to die needlessly, Prince. Surrender and you'll be named as Lord of the Iron Islands and the Riverlands as King Aegon has promised." Orys said, as both of the circled each other. The prince chuckled.

"Here's to your surrender." The prince spat on the ground. "I am Vickon Hoare and by the drowned god, I'll wash my hair with your blood." The prince lunged at him and Orys easily parried the thrust with a swipe of his axe and used the momentum to raise his axe and slash at the Prince.

If his axe had met the prince then the ironborn would've scattered, but the prince proved to be good with a sword and had met his axe with his own blade, deflecting it to the side.

Vickon slashed at his outstretched arm, cutting him on his forearm through a chink in his armour. Orys gritted and slashed his axe up toward Vickon Hoare's helm with all his strength. The helm flew to the ground and that prince recoiled back.

Seizing the opportunity, he quickly punched the prince on his face and then punched him once again. The prince was smiling through his bloodied face and Orys delivered a powerful kick on the prince's chest which made him fall down on the ground and held his axe to the prince's throat.

He looked up to see that the Ironborn had been killed by his army and a few hagglers that were running were also hunted down. Orys took off his helm, letting his black hair flow free and he looked back at the prince, "Yield, Vickon Hoare and maybe you'll have your life spared," Orys said.

"Never," The prince said, spitting at his feet.

"As you wish," Orys lifted his axe from the prince's neck and in one sweep he brought it down severing the man's head cleanly from his neck, which fell on the ground. Only the ironborn would mourn this cunt.

He would also need to tell Aegon. Vickon Hoare's killing would paint a target on them by Black Harren.

"Ser Orys." Ser Clarence said. Orys tuned around too look at the man. Mud and blood stuck his hair to his temple but the man nevertheless smiled. "A great victory."

"Yes. King Aegon will be pleased that I have secured the loyalty of the lords of the Crackclaw." Orys said.

"Don't be so sure Ser. Lord Brune is an arrogant man. You might have helped him against this attack, but he will not bend his knee." Ser Clarence said.

"Then maybe his son will." Orys said. If Lord Brune didn't submit he would have no compunction in killing the man and have his son swear fealty.

Once all the Ironborn had been killed he was invited into Dyre Den. Dyre Den was a small castle with three towers and an stone wall forty feet high. Any invading army could siege the castle but it since it didn't provide enough protection no army would. Orys though didn't want the castle. He wanted the fealty of Lord Brune and their men to fight.

The hall of Dyre den was pretty small with a stone chair on which sat the young Lord of Dyre Den. The men had offered him salt and bread. Guest Right, Ser Clarence explained to him.

A man had told him that Lord Brune had been killed in the battle along with his two eldest sons, so the third son had risen up to become the Lord of House Brune of Dyre Den.

"My Lord. Ser Orys Baratheon, the man who led the charge against the ironborn." A man said.

Lord Brune stood up and walked down the steps from his stone chair and stood hi front of his massive frame.

"Ser Orys, I cannot thank you enough to help us protect our homes from the ironborn cunts. If you hadn't come in, then Dyre Den would belong in the hands of those Ironborn and my ancestors would be turning in their graves." Lord Brune said. " I have heard what you have been asking from my fellow lords of the Crackclaw and I must say that my father had wanted to refuse you. But you came to our help at our most dire time and I know only one way to thank you enough."

Lord Brune took out his sword and knelt on the ground. "I Lord Bethar of House Brune, pledge the undying loyalty of my house to King Aegon and House Targaryen in perpetuity."

"Rise, Lord Bethar of House Brune. King Aegon will be pleased that you have decided to pledge the loyalty of his house." Orys said.

"Of course, Ser. How about a feast to celebrate our new friendship?" Lord Brune asked him smiling.

Orys offered a quick smile. "Of course, my lord."


Visenya was up in the sky, with the clouds and the sun and the whole world beneath her and her siblings who were flying beside her. Conquerors. That is what they were.

She had tasted conquest before in the Century of Blood, when she and Aegon had ridden Vaghar and Balerion to fight against the navy from Volantis. To think the Volantene thought themselves as the heirs to the Valyrian empire when she and her sibligs were here, riding their Dragons.

She had tasted a part of it again when she went and had conqured Stokeworth and then claimed the riches of House Darklyn to bolster the coffers of their House. Wars were expensive and they would need bullion to keep their troops fed and maintained.

The landmass came into sight and Visenya dove down on Vaghar's back, her siblings following in pursuit.

They had come here a moon ago and each of them had on one of the three hills in vicinity. It was here that all the people in the village had gathered to behold the sight of dragons and her siblings who were foriegn to them with silver hair and purple eyes.

This land had burned a lot in the conflicts between the Durrandon's and the Hoare's and all they needed was some peace. Aegon promised them that peace. Promised to protect them with their dragons. Promised that he would be a great king and they would not have to die in needless wars.

They just had to die in one. Their war. The war they had started to become Conqueror's of this foriegn land. The war for peace, as Aegon called it.

The smallfolk had cheered for them and had named Aegon king, and she and Rhaenys queens. They had even started calling the hills she and her siblings landed on by their names and over the past moon a town had sprung up beneath their hills.

She dove down the castle that Aegon had commanded had already been constructed. It was a log keep with wooden walls and palisades that were fifty foot high. It was nothing like Dragonstone, which was filled with magic and felt so much like home. The sulpur in the air had become a constant companion to her lungs, just like it had become for her siblings.

She and her siblings landed outside the castle for it was too small to hold their three great dragons, and once they had slipped of the dragon's back, the Dragon's made their way up into the sky. Balerion and Meraxes danced around eachother in a mating ritual, while Vaghar flew above the town that was starting to grow beneath the hill.

"It looks nice," Rhaenys said, flashing them a beautiful smile. "Meraxes, she likes it here."

"It looks nothing compared to the walls of Dragonstone," Visenya replied. She didn't like this wooden castle of theirs. Dragonstone was where they belonged.

"Dragonstone is a symbol of Targaryen's of old. We are to be Conqueror's of a foreign land, Vis. We need a new seat. Something that echoes the old and yet encompasses the new and this is just the beginning," Aegon said, smiling at both of them.

A young guard ran towards them. "Your Grace," the man said, bowing. "The lords and smallfolk have gathered within the walls and Lord Orys says your presence is required."

Aegon gave a curt nod to the man and the guard ran back to where he had come from.

"It seems brother Orys needs some saving. He can only fend off cousin Daemon for so long, before they come to blows about father dishonouring mother," Rhaenys said with a wistful laugh. Rhaenys missed mother most of all three of them, just as she missed her father more.

"Our time to be crowned has come brother. Let us go inside," Visenya said.

They went inside the wooden walls of their castle and found themselvesbeing cheered by the smallfolk. In the middle of the field was a raised dais, with three chairs. One for each of the Conqueror's.

They walked to the dais and and all of three of them sat down on their chairs. Aegon nodded at Orys and their brother motioned at a guardsmen to come forth with their banner. The guard handed the banner to Orys, who unfurled it in front of the Lords.

The banner was made of black silk on which was a red, three headed dragon, beathing fire.

Rhaenys had thought of it and they had chosen it immediately. Three Targaryen's had come from Valyria and now three would Conquer Westeros. It seemed quite fitting to her and it certainly cast a more impressive symbol than those the Velaryon's and the Celtigar's had chosen. A Seahorse and a Crab.

"The banner of House Targaryen. A red three-headed dragon, breathing fire on a black field. As thought by my sister Rhaenys," Aegon said. "And our words are," Aegon said smiling, "Fire and Blood. My sister Visenya is to be given credit for it."

Fire and Blood. Two things Valyrian's held more sacred than anything else. Fire, for it was their source of strength and blood, for it held power. Two things that were the core of Valyria. They were imitating the customs of a different land, yet they would never forget their own.

Orys then approached them with the guard behind him carrying three crowns on a red cushion.

Aegon got of his chair and knelt in front of all their lords. Rhaenys took out the crown they had intended for Aegon to wear. It was a simple circlet of Valyrian steel with seven big square-cut rubies inlaid in it for each of the seven kingdoms that would be won. She gave it to her and Visenya placed it on Aegon's head amongst his silver hair.

"I name you Aegon, the First of his Name, King of All Westeros and Shield of His People," Rhaenys proclaimed in her meldoius voice and then Aegon stood up. The smallfolk cheered and so did their lords. There was huge noise in the air as their roars of their dragon's joined in. Aegon at this moment he seemed to be nothing less of a god. A Valyrian god.

She looked at Rhaenys, who had love and adoration covering her face.

Their Valyrian god.

She and Rhaenys knelt next. Her crown was like Aegon's only slimmer and with more rubies in it and Aegon placed it on her head. Rhaenys' had chosen a tiara spun of Valyrian steel. It a ruby hanging in the middle, like a teardrop. Aegon placed it on Rhaenys' head next and offered both of them his hands.

They grabbed it and stood up in front of them croud.

"And I, King Aegon, name you both, my wives, Queens of All Westeros. Let every person know that each word of yours is equal to mine," Aegon said. With that done and said, he kissed them both and Visenya wished they were in their bedchamber's. She had never felt the urge to fuck Aegon blind, but today she just wanted to. Yet, she would have to control. For now at least.

They sat on their makeshift thrones and one by one, all the Lords came forward, bent the knee and swore fealty to their House in perpetuity.

Orys was first, after which was their uncle Lord Daemon Velaryon, then Lord Crispian Celtigar, Lord Triston Massey, Lord Joshua Bar Emmon, the Lords of the Cracklaw whose loyalty Orys had won, greatly bolstering their forces. Lords Stokeworth, Rosby, Moonton and Darklyn who had been defeated in battle by her and her siblings.

All of them knelt and proclaimed Aegon as the King of All Westeros. In return Aegon honoured them with titles, which they had discussed beforehand.

"Lord Velaryon, I name you the Grand Admiral. My Master of Ships. You will be in command of the Royal Navy," Aegon procalimed.

Daemon knelt and said, "I will perform my duties admirably, Your Graces."

"Lord Celtigar," Rhaenys said next, "I name you the Master of Coin. You will take care of the royal coffers and dispacth the necessary amount of coin that will be needed for the funing of our Conquest."

Lord Celtigar seemed pleased with his new position, and he too knelt in front of them, "I thank you, Your Graces."

"Lord Massey," Visenya said next, "I name you the Master of Laws. You will be incharge of keeping peace between the soldiers of different kingdoms and delevering justice." She had heard of his reputation to keep his men in line and had told Aegon to name him as such. Not only that he was an important Lord of the Stormlands, even though he was fighting with them.

"My lady," Lord Massey said, shocked. He had not expected this from them. "I am honoured and I will dutifully serve House Targaryen in any they want me to."

"Finally, I name by brother, Ser Orys Baratheon, my shield, my stalwart, my strong right hand, and the Commander of my armies alongside me," Aegon said.

"Brother, Lord Velaryon, Lord Celtigar, Lord Massey, Ser Clerence, Lord Bar Emmon, Lord Moonton and Lord Darklyn, I ask you to meet me in the war chambers inside the keep," Aegon said. All of them bowed to him muttering a 'Yes, Your Grace'.

"The rest of you, my lords, can stay in the Aegonfort under my hospitality," Aegon said.

With that Aegon stood up, with her and Rhaenys behind him, and they went into the adjoining chambers with the Lords Aegon had called trailing behind him.

They first entered the longhall. It was much, much smaller than the one in Dragonstone, but the servants had kept it well lit. Their new banner was being unfurled on the walls of the hall to show who it really belonged to. Next they went to the war chamber.

The chamber, like the hall, was well lit and had a table in the middle with the map of westeros unfurled on it. Paltry compared to the huge table that Aegon had carved on Dragonstone, yet it did the job. On the map were the various sigils of the house carved from wood.

Wolves for the North, lions for the West, falcons for the east, hands for the Reach and stags for the Stormlands. The ship, which rules the Iron Islands and the Riverlands. The sun and spear ruled Dorne, with House Martell descending from Nymeria, the Rhoynish who had fled from Valyria's clutches. Now Valyrians had come for her line anyway. Finally there were Dragons, which ruled the Blackwater Bay, the Crackclaw point and the Mouth of the Bay.

All of them took a seat around the table, with Aegon at the centre and Visenya on his left. Rhaenys sat beside her while Orys sat on her brother's right. His closest friend and ally since they had been kids. The amount of pranks they had pulled together was irritating to say the least.

"Before we begin, we have received Ravens from some of the Kingdoms. I thought it best to be shared with all of my leal lords," Aegon said, motioning to the letters on his left, near her. He picked up the first one, which had the seal of House Arryn.

Aegon broke the seal and unfurled the scroll and read.

"To King Aegon Targaryen,

I, Queen Regent Sharra Arryn, write on behalf of my son, King Ronnel Arryn. House Arryn recognizes, King Aegon as their overlord on the condition that he marries Queen Sharra and names her son, King Ronnel, his heir and the heir to the Seven Kingdoms.

Queen Regent,

Sharra Arryn"

She was the first to chuckle at the letter and soon the whole table erupted into laughter. All apart from Aegon, and herself.

"Sharra Arryn must be fool. Argilac sent a similar offer of marrying Aegon to his daughter. Aegon denied then and he denies now as well. My brother has two wives. My beautiful sisters and dynasty is to borne by them. No Falcon will ever be named heir to Westeros. Not when baby Dragons can hatch," Orys said, wiggling his eyebrows at them.

Beneath the table Rhaenys grabbed her hand tightly and Visenya looked at her sister who had a light blush on her face. Rhaenys had always wished to be mother to many kids.

"Aptly said, brother," Aegon replied, chuckling. He discarded the raven and picking up the second one. This one had the seal of House Martel of Dorne.

"To King Aegon Targaryen," Aegon read.

Dorne has had no King since Princess Nymeria and will not have a King now. Yet House Martell, wishes to recognize an alliance for defeating the Arrogant in the battlefield, on the condition that the Dornish marches be given over to House Martell.

Meria Martell

Princess of Dorne"

"Alliances. That is all they wish for. None of them take Your Grace's seriously. I say we show them that the Targaryen's have come here to rule," Lord Celtigar spoke. He was a grabbing man that wanted power and influence. The Celtigars themselves had never been close her house but had married frequently with the Velaryons. In recent history had been awarded only one Targaryen marriage. Maegon Targaryen, grandfather to their mother Lady Valaena Velaryon.

Lord Crispian had even chosen the perfect words for his house. All in our Grasp.

"You are right, Lord Celtigar. Let us show them that the Dragons have come here to rule," Orys said.

"Let us discuss battle plans, now. Orys, why don't you start," Aegon said.

"Their Grace's and I have decided on a three-pronged attack," Orys said. In truth it had been her, Aegon and Orys, for Rhaenys cared less for war.

"With dragons we have a huge advantage. The first prong will be lead by Lord Velaryon and the navy, attacking the Vale of Arryn through Gulltown. Important houses of the Vale settle there and their loyalty will be invaluable. Queen Rhaenys and Meraxes will provide assistance," Orys moved one of the Dragon peices to the water's near gulltown.

"When we gained the loyalty from the Lords of Crackclaw, I had to face Prince Vickon Hoare. He didn't bend the knee so he died. Harren the Black will want vengance upon his son's death. So before he comes to us, we go to him. This will be our second prong. King Aegon and Balerion, with a quarter of our forces from the Crackclaw along with half of the forces from Lords Moontoon and Darklyn. This force will claim the Riverlands," Orys said, moving the second one to Harrenhal

"But, Your Grace. They say Harrenhal is a monstrous castle and no army can beseige it. How will you capture it?" Lord Moonton asked.

"Fear not Lord Moonton. Balerion can do more than just burn some men and horses," Visenya said, reminding him of the short battle her brother had led against the previous Lords Moonton and Darklyn. The rest of the table chuckled and Lord Moonton grew red in embarassment.

"The third prong," Orys continued, "is the most important and dangerous. The rest of the remaining forces will be under the joint command Queen Visenya and I and we will attack Storm's End," Orys moved the last peice to Storm's End.

Aegon had wanted Visenya to go with Daemon and Rhaenys to go with Orys, but she and Orys had quickly dissuaded him. Argilac and his army was more dangerous that taking Gulltown and she was a warrior, whereas Rhaenys was not. She would fare better against Argilac than Rhaenys and Rhaenys herself had acceded to the request.

"If these lords have enough wits, they will submit at the sight of our armies and Dragons. If not, then they will have Fire and Blood," Orys said.

"Fire and Blood," All the gathered lords said.

"Fire and Blood," She whispered.


It was night and the moon shone brightly on Dragontone and on Meraxes whose scales lit up in the night. On top of the silver dragon sat his wife and it was her Aegon was thinking about.

The conquest was going to be extremly brutal and Aegon feared for her. Meraxes would protect her rider, but many-a-times, the dragon would not be there. Who would protect his wife then.

Aegon sighed and sat back on the great ebony chair in his solar. Picking up the flagon of Arbor Gold, he poured it in his cup, when the door to his solar opened.

Visenya was standing there, in her black breeches and red tunic. The colours of their house, as they had decided upon. Dark Sister hung on her waist, and her long silver hair was braided and her purple eyes bright and bold.

All those who though that Rhaenys was more beautful than Visenya were fools. His eldest sister had a harsh and austere beauty that no one on the island could match. She was the only one of them who still went and prayed to their gods. The Gods of Valyria.

"Vis. Sit," Aegon said.

"I don't need to be told," Visenya replied, to which he chuckled. No one had ever been able to tell Visenya to not do something. His sister sat down on the seat opposite to him and Aegon poured her a cup of wine. Both took a sip of the Arbor Gold.

"What were you thinking about?" Visenya asked.

"Rhae," Aegon answered.

Visenya let out a dark chuckle. "Of course. Why did I even ask." She got up ready to leave his solar.

Aegon groaned. Ever since he had taken Rhaenys to wife, there had been mutterings in between the smallfolk of his lands. Of how Visenya was the wife of duty and Rhaenys was the wife of love. Aegon got up and grabbed her arm pulling her close to him, looking in her eyes, which were cold, hard and unforgiving.

"It is not what you think it is. I am scared for her, Vis. Like any husband ought to be when his wife is marching to war," Aegon said.

"Last I noticed you had two wives husband. If you didn't care for me, why did you marry me," Visenya said, her cold voice biting sharper than the sting of Valyrian Steel.

"I do care for you, Vis," Aegon said, cupping her cheek. "You are a great warrior who has been bloodied in combat and Rhaenys is not. And, now she is to march to war beside Daemon. I just don't want her to die."

"Then you are a fool Aegon Targaryen. Rhaenys is a dragon and not only that, she is the best rider amongst us. Our sister will live. Our sister will conquer. We will conquer," Visenya said.

Her eyes burned and she spoke with such fevor about Rhaenys that it was impossible for him to resist her.

Aegon harshly pressed his mouth against his. Their coupling were nothing like his and Rhae's though. When they fucked each other, it was as if they were animals in heat, rutting to the end.

Visenya responded to his kiss in kind as her tongue pushed through his mouth. Her hands grabbed his clothes, pulling his tunic from his breeches, as his manhood grew uncomfortable in its confines.

Aegon pushed her back against the wall of his solar, as his hands pushed open the door to his left. In an show of strength, Visenya turned around and then it was him who was against the wall.

Aegon groaned as his mouth left her and attacked the pale white column of her neck. He bit and suck, marking her skin as her fingers painfully tugged at his hair and his undid her braid till they were free and flowing.

"Fuck," Visenya murmured, as her hands went down to the laces of his breeches, untying them quickly. Aegon did the same to hers and both of them pushed down their breeches to their ankles and quickly enough to the floor.

Aegon groped her ass for a while before slapping it and pulling her up, her legs encirling his waist.

"Oh, Syrax," Aegon muttered, as his manhood pressed deliciously against Visenya's wet cunt. He looked up to Visenya, her face covered by her silver hair, like a halo. She looked beautiful as she bent down to press a kiss against his mouth.

Aegon moved them into his room and dumped Visenya unceremouniusly on his bed. The Queen of Westeros gave him a long and hard gaze, filled with lust. Aegon took of his tunic and undershirt while Visenya did the same.

Aegon crawled on top of Visenya, his manhood positioned against her cunt.

"Put the damn thing in already, Aegon," Visenya said, grabbing his cock with her hand, pushing the tip in her, as he groaned from the wet heat enveloping him. Without waiting he slammed himself into her slick, tight cunt, and she let out a harsh and guttural moan from her mouth.

He continued moving in and out of his sister, as she scratched his back with the little nails she had.

"Such a whore you are sister. Such wanton moans. What would our subjects think?" Aegon whispered in her ear.

"They would know that their King and Queen are dragons," Visenya hissed back to his pleasure.

Aegon bit down on her neck and licked it to the base of her ear. He sucked on the lobe for a few moments and moans as he continued on gliding in and out of her sister's cunt.

One hand of his massaged her perky breasts as the other went down and touched her little nub, rubbing it, coaxing ragged beaths and moans, as her cunt tightened around him.

Aegon took one of Visenya's nipples in his mouth and sucked on it, biting it a few times, as she whispered obscenetines in his ear, her cunt tightening around his manhood. He was going to come soon enough, and all he wished was for Visenya to come with him.

"Come on me, Vis. Let it out," Aegon muttered as he pinched her nub. And she came, loudly, her legs spasming under him, and Aegon followed soon after, thrusting till he emptied himself.

Once he was done, Aegon pulled himsef out and lied down next to her, turning his face towards her, caressing her soft silver hair. Visenya gave him a rare smile, as they embraced the post-coital bliss.

"Awww, you two look so beautiful together," Rhaenys' voice said.

"Rhae," Aegon said, sitting up on his bed, as he saw the the door close behind her. She had changed into a purple robe, her hair, pushed towards one side. The fire caught her silver-gold hair and made her look extremly beautiful.

"I should leave," Visenya said, standing up and picking her tunic which she had thrown on the ground.

Aegon wanted to say to her to stay, but the words didn't come out of his mouth. Rhaenys walked towards them and grabbed the tunic from Visenya's hands and threw it away.

"Stay," Rhae murmured, and Visenya looked at him with confused eyes.

"Stay," Aegon repeated. The word came out of his mouth much easier than he had thought.

Rhaenys turned Visenya's face towards hers and pressed a sweet kiss to her lips. "Wife," She said, against Visenya's lips.

Aegon got up from his bed and walked to them and gathered both of them in his arms.

"Wives," He said, pressing his lips against both of his sisters' one at a time. This was going to be an extremly wonderful night for them. For quite some while as well.


AN:

The Crackclaw Point was conquered by Visenya after the burning of Harrenhal, but I decided to change things and let Orys Baratheon conquer it first, adding numbers to the Targaryen soldiers. House Crabb is not known to be the strongest House in the Crackclaw, but seeing that quite a few of the House became famous heroes and Kingsguard, I decided to make them so, one being Ser Clarence Crabb, who was a knight of the Kingsguard, during an Unknown Targaryen King's Reign.

The reason for Aegon attacking Harren was majorly the conquering of the Seven Kingdoms, of which Harren was a King, but also becasue Aegon landed on the mouth of the Blackwater, between the Kingdoms of Argilac and Harren. I decided to add another reason of Orys killing one of Harren's sons.

Visenya attacked Stokeworth, that much is known and Aegonfort is raised. The first coronation of Aegon took place at the Aegonfort and the first small council meeting was also called.

A Three Pronged attack is quite known and Aegon employed the same in cannon. I decided to change Rhaenys and Visenya, considering Argliac was one of the biggest threats to the beginning of the Conquest and Visenya being a soldier, would be a better fit in my eyes. I also have somethings planned for Rhaenys.

Finally we see the interaction between Aegon and Visenya about their marriage. I think I was just some things written by maesters and septons who didn't like strong willed women who wielded weapons and the just discredited Visenya. I like her a lot, especially the strong-willed part of her. Adds a different nuance to the women of Westeros who are generally seen as birthing machines and people who are used to cultivate alliances, with other houses.