It happened again. Can smell the fragrances on him when he kisses her neck. It's amusing how he thinks he can hide it from her. Yes, she's busy and distracted by her children and her duties, but she's not obtuse. Daemon would never give up the whores he fucks and she wouldn't ask him to. Yes, she loves him, but she won't be pretending to be ignorant about where he puts his cock when she's the one who takes care of their children. Their little Aegon is only six moons and she hasn't wanted him to touch her in that time. So she let him do what his heart desires in the meantime.

She looked beside her and saw that this was one of the nights he was asleep in their shared bed. Without another thought she gets out of the bed and puts on a robe. Her body is burning and her blood is thrumming with desire. Rhaenyra exits her room to see her guard.

"Don't tell him where I'm going Ser, I'll be back in the morning," Rhaenyra ordered. She really didn't want to be interrupted and knew Daemon wouldn't hesitate stop her.

Her guard looked weary and she knew he hoped Daemon wouldn't wake. "Yes Princess."

With a nod, she took off down the hall and went to the library. One of her husbands gold cloaks, Jon, had been watching her for days. She decided to take what she wants, and she wanted him. He was of similar build to Harwin and desperately wanted someone to take the ache away.

They didn't talk when they saw each other. Both eyed each other before smashing their lips together. She moaned at the hand that was sneaking up the end of her night gown. She put her hand on top of his and dragged it up even further. It was easy for her to rid him of his clothes and pushed him to the ground. Her gown stayed on, but was free of her small clothes. The idea of him fucking her in the gown she wears when laid next to her husband, lit a fire in her. As she stared down at him, it had aroused her even more that she was in control. She made sure to keep eye contact when stroking his cock. Her cunt was throbbing and she can feel the wetness between her legs. While she took him in her mouth, she slipped a hand to pleasure herself. Her moans echoed his groans and sucked even more. Before either of them could find that release, she straddled his waist.

"Do you want to come inside me Jon? Do you want to fuck me so hard I forget my own name?" Rhaenyra whispered in his ear while she slid her cunt over his cock.

Large hands gripped her waist hard enough to leave bruises. He looked at her hungrily and Rhaenyra loved feeling desired. No one will ever make her feel as good as Daemon does, but she can take her pleasure elsewhere. Wasn't it her uncle himself who said marriage doesn't stop you from fucking?

"You know I will Princess. Look at how your cunt is ready for me,' he lined up his cock with her opening and gripped her hips to slam her down. 'Fuck. You're so tight for me."

Rhaenyra tried to keep in her moans, but whimpers escaped. She moved her body enough to chase after her pleasure. Her head was thrown back when his hand found his way in between her legs. That just made her go faster and all you could hear is the slapping of their flesh. Her breathing was stuttered as she got her high. Her toes curled and a loud moan escaped her as she felt his seed in her. She dropped on to Jon, both of them panting. They stayed joined for a few minutes while their breathing regulated. She didn't know how much time had passed, but knew she should get back to her room.

Rhaenyra shakily stood up and put her robe back on. When Jon got up and dressed, she walked to him and kissed. "Thank you "

She was sincere about it. Jon wasn't like Crispin. He knew it was for pleasure only and accepted it. "Anytime Princess."

Rhaenyra was the first to leave and had found the same guard outside her door. She smiled deviously when she saw his concerned look. "Did my husband ask my whereabouts Ser?"

"Yes Princess only a few minutes ago. He didn't seem too happy."

"I thank you Ser. I shall go in now." She wasn't nervous about seeing her husband. She felt powerful in that moment. Knowing that he was the one left here wondering where she was.

She walked in and noticed him sitting up in bed, with his hand clenched around Dark Sister. He didn't speak until she closed the door. "Where were you?"

His tone was cold, so she matched his. "You know where Husband."

"Why don't you enlighten me niece," he sneered. She could see that he was stressed that she was playing with him.

She took her time brushing out her hair while letting him sit in silence. good let him wonder as I was made to do.

"I went to find pleasure elsewhere. I thought you would understand as you do it quite often," she said softly. It amused her that he was annoyed at her calm appearance.

He quickly stood and walked over to her. He threw his sword down and gripped her chin. "You did it to spite me? Is it jealousy that caused you to open your legs for someone else wife?"

She looked at him unamused. She slid her hand around neck and traced his skin up towards his hair. Her fingers slipped into his hair and she gripped it. Hard.

"Mind what you say. I am of the Dragon uncle. I'm the Heir to the throne. I will not be disrespected by you. If you can have whores I can have mine," she hissed. No she wasn't jealous, she was disappointed.

"I had thought you were ready Daemon. It was foolish of me to think you would leave your whoring in the past. It seems my love and body isn't enough for you and that's okay," she explained. Her hands still gripped his hair. She could feel his hardness against her stomach, but didn't mind it.

He had yet to speak a word, but she can tell he was still seething. "Just know, uncle, if you can go out and fuck whores, I can fuck who I want."

She let go of his hair and turned her back on him. Rhaenyra wanted him to think on what she said. Wanted him to think about how serious she was. Daemon was everything to her. She would do anything for him, but sometimes she feels she's given him too much.

Not anymore.