Chapter 20: If you want her, come and claim her.
Winterfell
Robb woke up. It was the morning after his return home, and after getting dressed he went to the great hall for breakfast.
On entering, he saw that his father, mother, Sansa, and Rickon were already present. "Good morning," greeted he them.
"Good morning, son," responded his father, finishing what he had on the plate, but his mother, she didn't answer, just taking a look at him. He knew that she was angry with him because he left Arya behind, and he still didn't know what else to say. He was resigned at this point.
"I have started to consider the possibilities of marriage for you, Robb," said his father, while drinking from his cup, and hearing that Robb's mind turned to Alyssa, in Essos.
"Who do you have in mind?" Robb asked, but it was his mother who answered.
"There is Ysilla Royce, from the Valley, Alys Karstark and Wynafryd Manderly, from the North. A lot of young and unmarried women from other parts of the South."
"I have started to consider the possibilities of marriage for you, Robb," said his father, while drinking from his cup, and hearing that Robb's mind turned to Alyssa, in Essos.
"Who do you have in mind?" Robb asked, but it was his mother who answered.
"There is Ysilla Royce, from the Valley, Alys Karstark and Wynafryd Manderly, from the North. A lot of young and unmarried women from other parts of the South, especially from the Riverlands."
"The South is loyal to King Robert, mother. And we don't need that. Why not a wildling, since we' re talking about this? They are from the North, and above all, they would unite the two cultures. Some princess of the wildlings," replied Robb, sipping from his goblet, even though the part about the wildlings was more a joke.
"The wildlings have no princesses. Only whores, Robb," said his mother, angry.
His father turned to her, looking at her, and Robb knew he didn't like that word. Then turning to him he said, "Not all of them are loyal to him, Robb. There are still others loyal to the Targaryen, and after what Joffrey did to Sansa, even less."
"What is his punishment?" Robb asked as he felt his anger grow within him. If he was here he would have beaten the shit out of him, even if he was a prince.
"Night's Watch," his father replied.
After spending a few minutes in silence while eating, Robb decided to confess what happened in Essos. Taking a breath he said, "Father, when I was in Essos I laid with a woman."
He saw the speechless face of his father, and of all the present, "I can't say I'm surprised. After all, you are young. And I certainly couldn't hope that the honor would keep you away from the women. "
"A whore?" his mother asked.
"No, mother!" snaped Robb, the moment the question left her mouth, not liking that word to be used for Alyssa. " She is a sellsword, commander of the Golden spears, 10,000 men. And she was still a virgin when I had laid with her."
"Damn it, Robb!" his father said, raising his voice, and slamming his fist against the table, making everyone jump up.
"Sansa, take your brother and get out of the hall," said his mother and Robb was getting ready for what was coming.
"What did I tell you about the honor of a girl, Robb?"
"Of a whore, Ned. And whores have no honor," replied his mother, in an angry tone.
"Shut up Cat! She is still a virgin girl, no matter her job," his father said angrily, but before he could add anything else Robb said, "Her name is Alyssa Snow, and it's..."
"A bastard, Robb?" asked his mother, in disbelief, "Bastards have no right to live in this world, Robb. They have not been blessed by the mother and the father. Not even by the Seven Gods in..."
"It's not their fault that they were born with that name, mother!" Snapped Robb, upset by her words. He knew that his mother was a strong supporter of the Seven Gods, not the Old Gods. "And she' s Uncle Brandon's daughter." And when he said that, Robb looked down, unable to look at his father.
"You took your cousin's honor, and then abandoned her, Robb?" asked his father in a cold, almost threatening tone. What surprised Robb was his father's reaction, not because he laid with a bastard and his cousin, but that he took her maidenhead, and left her.
"Brandon never had a bastard. He was honorable and..."
"What if she got pregnant, Robb? You abandoned your son!" His father shouted.
" A bastard. Not a son. And she's definitely not Brandon's daughter. He..."
"He's had a lot of women. He was my brother before he became your betrothed. I knew him better than you did." Snapped his father, angrily.
"You've lived as a ward through your entire youth in the Vale. You didn't know Brandon..."
"If you don't believe it, go and ask Barbery Dustin, what Brandon said when he took her maidenhead," his father said, interrupting her, and then turning to him he added, "I'm not angry because you've laid with your cousin or a bastard, but that you've laid with her, knowing the risks and that you wouldn't have stayed in Essos. She was still a virgin, and inexperienced. Maybe she doesn't even know about the ways to avoid getting pregnant, but you did it anyway." Then he got up, and his father added, "I'm disappointed in you, Robb." And he stormed out the hall before Robb smuggled it in.
"She's not Brandon's bastard. He has no bastards," said his mother, standing up and heading for the exit.
But before she could leave it, Robb said again, "She's the daughter of the son of the Warden of the North. The only one who bedded half the north 20 years ago is Uncle Brandon."
" She is not Brandon's," shouted his mother, and then left the hall.
What a mess, Robb thought, sighing. His father was angry because he broke the honor and his teachings, while his mother was angry because he stained the memory of Uncle Brandon. What a mess.
Myr
Aenar and all his advisors were gathered in the war room, recently assembled at his request.
Now Aenar was ready to show them the plan to use against Khal Drogo.
"As you know, Khal Drogo and his Khalassar will be here at dawn. So we must prepare ourselves. The men will have to be sober, and the streets patrolled."
" What about the battle?" asked Ethenaine. "I'm sure you have one. So far your plans have been successful, how do we defend Myr?"
"I intend to challenge Khal Drogo to the duel to avoid losses, and also to gain his Khalassar. But we all know that the Khal will want to intimidate us before he accepts a duel. I have special plans for him and his Bloodriders, but now I'll tell you about the Battle Plan." And Aenar moves towards the map, of the city and of Essos.
"When the Dothraki will enter the great circle that has been formed by that black substance that we have bought from the merchant ships in large quantities, I will use Caraxes to set it on fire. When they have no other chance they will ride towards us. At that moment our archers will rain arrows at them."
"Do you think the Khal is stupid enough to do that?" asked Ethenaine.
" He has no other possibility. But my plan is to get him to accept my challenge. Don't get me wrong. I want to destroy them as much as you do, but if there's a chance of having a Dothraki army at our command for the wars to come then I have to try. Then turning to the Spymaster, he asked, "Lysono, how far are Tyrosh and Lys's ships?"
"One day. But if the wind is favorable, they'll be here sooner," replied Lysono.
"Good. We'll think about them when the time comes, but I still want the ships in positions, catapults and fire crossbows and part of the army there, Under your command, Captain Blackbourn." And he nodded.
"What if the Dotrackis start besieging us and attacking our walls, once they've charged us against and failed us?" Ethenaine asked.
"We will charge with our armored cavalry, and with our elephants. Not to mention that during their attack we will use the new defensive weapons, which Torrhen is building. But I hope to avoid that."
"Now if there's nothing else you can go. And keep training and increasing our ranks."
When everyone left the room, Aenar told Arthur, "Thank you for bringing Gregory. He is the best healer in the world. Certainly better than any Master."
"And that's why I want to ask you if you can consider allowing him to join your council. We would need his help in the wars to come. Because we will fight a lot of them, and above all, there will be a lot of deaths and wounded," Arthur said.
"In fact, that's what I intend to do," said Aenar. "Let's go find him and talk to him."
And he, Arthur and Ghost, who was almost always with him or with Rhae and Dany, headed out of the palace to the city's taverns. After entering and exiting some, they found him, sitting at a table in the last Tavern. People around were talking, playing and drinking. And it could be heard the song of the bards, a very pleasant one, and if Aenar wasn't mitaken it was The Dornishman's Wife. As he approached, Aenar said, "Old drunkard. Are you still alive?"
Gregory, looking up, said, "Ah, young Jon. I see you're well. Of which of the two women is it the thanks?"
"I think it' s thanks to you," Jon replied, signaling to the landlord to bring him the wine.
"So what brings you here, young man?"
"Your Grace," Arthur corrected him, but Aenar only smiled at him.
"I would like to ask you to join my court and my council. There is no one better as a healer than you."
"Yes, I know that. But you know that I'm not someone who loves royalty, or who even less uses titles."
"I know. And I'm not asking you to do that. I will have many wars to fight and many men will be wounded. I need the best healer in the world."
Aenar saw that Gregory was considering what he said while drinking his wine. He had always been this way ever since he met him.
"I accept the offer, young Jon. But that doesn't mean I'll call you your grace every time you go to shit," said Gregory with humor, and Aenar began to laugh.
"I don't expect that. There are rooms at the palace if you like. And a lot of wine."
"Then I'll see you at the palace, young Jon. And the wine that you promised," Gregory said as he finished his cup of wine. Aenar also ends his cup, and after paying, they left the Tavern.
After they had left the tavern, Aenar and Arthur headed for the so-called siege or defense weapons camp. Torrhen had assured him that in his years living in Essos, in addition to the use of the sword as a sellsword he also studied construction and engineering. Of course, they were not studies as big as those of the Citadel, but they were helpful, and when he revealed that, Aenar showed him a book, of the old Valyria, not translated and quite ruined, in which there were ways to create special weapons. The only problem is that they were written in High Valyrian and Torrhen did not know it, and Aenar certainly did not want to translate the whole book. He only helped him with the more important parts, and when it was just the two of them.
When he arrived at the place, Aenar saw it. It was a fairly large crossbow with medium length bolts, almost like arrows but bigger. And on the tip, there was a Dragon's head, with his mouth open. It was a magnificent weapon.
"You did it, Torrhen. You built the weapon I told you about," he said smiling as he continued to observe it.
"Built yes, your grace, but I do not promise that it will work."
"What?" asked Aenar confused.
"What you have asked us to build goes beyond our possibilities and knowledge."
"The Valyrians have made it."
"But we are not Valyrians, Aenar. We're just men trying to make godly weapons."
"Come on, Torrhen, they're not godly weapons. They are normal weapons that were built by higher minds. But I'm sure we can too, do that."
"It took us a month to make only one, your grace. While for the ballista with the spinning bolts chain, a month to make two, and for that we have only six bolts."
"Enough for this battle, Torrhen. Finish this and then you all go to rest. Tomorrow I want you fresh to use them." After watching for a while Aenar and Arthur headed to the palace for dinner.
While they were dining in the small hall, with presents, Arthur, Rhaella Daenerys Ashara, Torrhen, and Arya, Aenar began to observe them. You could feel the tension in the room, especially because of the silence that waxed, and apparently almost everyone was quite worried about tomorrow. He was surprised that Arya didn't said something, but it could be read on her face that she was dying because she wanted to say something of her stories.
He was sure about his plan. But now he wanted to break the tension, and after, having finished his goblet, and put more wine, Aenar said, "I saw the new weapons of Torrhen, and they Fantastic?" and the comment was more direct for the women present as reassurances. "And I'm sure they'll do a great job tomorrow."
"You still intend to challenge the Khal, even if you have these new weapons?" Ashara asked, and Aenar could hear the concern in her voice. She was like a mother to him, having raised him as a newborn, and he knew her well.
"Yes. But you know me, Mother. You know how good I am with the sword. I'll win."
"Yes, I know how good you are with the sword," she said looking toward Arthur, "But I also know Khal Drogo's reputation. They say he's bigger and stronger than Khal Moro. And more skilled. Isn't it better for more experienced men to challenge him?"
"I won't let others fight my battles, Ashara," Aenar said, getting a bit angry. He used Ashara's name more when he got angry, otherwise, he called her a mother. But that didn't mean that he forgot his real mother, Lyanna. A beautiful name and when he will have a daughter, he will name her in her honor.
"You are not just a soldier or General, Aenar," said Rhaella, bringing him back from his thoughts, "You are the future king.
"The Dothraki follow the strength, Grandmother. Only then will they follow me, after I kill the Khal. And I will make sure that they will change their ways. And I have something he wants. And I'll use it to my advantage."
And they resumed to eat, still in silence. Apparently, his intentions to ease the tensions went wrong, and he created even more. But his gaze didn't leave Daenerys, who didn't even look up from her plate.
When everyone finished eating, and the servants cleared the table, Aenar said, without taking his eyes off Daenerys, " Can you leave the room, please. I would like to speak with Daenerys in private."
When everyone left, Aenar stood up with the goblet in his hand and said, "Daenerys, what is it? You've been silent all evening, and you've never looked up from your plate, and you haven't even looked at me since I came in. What is it?" but she didn't answer. She kept her eyes fixed on her lap.
Aenar knelled, and began to caress her cheeks and her chin, and then slowly turned her towards him, "Dany," he said in a soft voice, "what is it?" and he saw that tears were coming down from her eyes.
" It' s my fault if you have to face the Khal tomorrow," she replied almost whispering, cleaning the tears.
"What?" asked Aenar, thinking he'd heard wrong.
"If you hadn't come to save us, I would have married the Khal, and you wouldn't have had to fight this war for me."
"Dany, Dany. The Khal and I would have clashed anyway, whether it was for you or not," said Aenar, putting his hand on her face. "But what you need to know is that I would never let anyone or anything hurt you, no matter how many wars I will have to fight. You are my family, Dany, my aunt, my love and my future wife and queen. You and Rhaella are my life, my light in the dark and I will always protect you."
Daenerys' face brightened showing a big smile and bending down, she kisses him.
Breaking it, Jon said with a smile, "After this battle you, me and Rhaella will go on a trip to Old Valyria. It's time for you to have your dragons." And he saw Daenerys' surprise face.
" More Dragons?"
"Yes. Three to be more exact. And that's why I'm going to use the Khal and his Bloodriders as a sacrifice."
"What about Lys? Tyrosh?"
"After you have hatched your eggs in Volantis, we will attack the two cities. I prefer that during the weeks or months that we will be in Essos, to strengthen our forces, to conquer cities to for trading and support, the Dragons to grow. After all, we don't know how they will be. But I'm sure that the magic of old Valyria will make them grow fast too. Look at Caraxes. He' s very big and..."
She does not let him finish that she threw herself on him, and kiss him. Aenar, grabbing her by the ass, and squeezing it, he said, "You have such a wonderful ass, Dany," lifting her up and putting her on the table, with her legs open, while he was between them and kissing her lips.
Aenar felt Daenerys' hands, traveling along his body, downwards and starting to unbutton his tunic and his pants, and he did the same with Daenerys' dress.
"What a fortune that you're wearing Essos clothes," Aenar said among the kisses, and when she put his hand on her pussy he felt how she was already wet. "You're so ready for me," and she smiled as she kissed him.
Once his clothes were on the ground and his cock free, Daenerys grabbed his cock and began to stroke him, then placing the tip at the entrance, he entered into her, slowly. Daenerys gasped when it happened, closing her eyes and opening her mouth.
"You are so beautiful," said, Aenar, putting her hair behind her left ear, and looking into those beautiful purple eyes.
Capturing her beautiful and full lips Aenar began to thrust in here slowly, and steadying her with his hands on her hips, while her hands held on to his neck, continuing to kiss him.
When Aenar began to thrust faster and harder, Daenerys began to moan loudly and cry, screaming his name, "Jon..." again with that name.
She fell on the table while he, with one hand, held her by the thigh, while with the other he stroked her sensitive part, continuing to thrust in her, fast.
"It's so good to be inside you," he said, savoring the moment when his cock came in and out of her. When he began to slow down, Daenerys pushed him down on to the chair, that was behind him and began to ride him wildly while kissing him. And moaning his name.
"Dany, I'm about to..." Jon began to say, but he couldn't finish, that he spilled inside here, and then he held her to himself tightly, while he was still inside her.
After a few minutes in silence, in which he hugged her to himself, tightly, and while she caressed his long and curly hair, Daenerys asked, "I heard stories that said when a man lies in the arms of a woman, the night before the battle he is weak."
Aenar kissed her on the neck, on the earlobe, on the cheeks on the chin, on the shoulder, on the nose, and then looking her in those beautiful violet eyes, he said, "In the right arms it gives him strength." And he kissed her on the lips.
After dinner, Arthur headed to the room where Ser Barristan should be, he needed to talk to him, and give him a gift now that he has joined the Kingsguard of Aenar.
But as he was about to knock on the door, a guard said, "The knight is not in his room, but on the great balcony."
Arthur nodded and headed there. When he arrived at the great balcony, he said, "The night before a battle is always hard and thoughtful.
Barristan laughed, and turned to him, "Yes. They always are. Just like the battle against Melys the Monstrous."
"Or the hunt for the Kingswood Brotherhood," replied Arthur chuckling, thinking back to those moments.
"Yes. Good times. Great adventures and we were both young," replied Barristan with a smile.
"We still are," replied Arthur looking toward the city.
After a little silence, Barristan said, "He looks a lot like Rhaegar. Although, only those who have really known him can see."
"Yes," replied Arthur. And he knew them better than anyone.
"So he wants to marry the mother and the daughter?"
"Yes. Is there a problem with that?" Arthur replied looking toward the city.
"No. But we know that the Queen has been through hell with Aerys." Barristan said.
"Aenar isn't Aerys, and Rhaella isn't the same woman she was 15 years ago," replied Arthur. "I hope we won't betray the trust we will put on you, Ser Barristan. I know that you are a man of honor, and faithful to the oaths you make. You saw many kings sitting on that throne, and you knew that they were not worthy of it," and turning to him he said, "Aenar is worthy of the throne, of the love of the people and of that of his queens."
Ser Barristan just nodded and returned his gaze to the city.
"He had a great mind," said ser Barristan pointing toward the Trebuchet, and the new ballistas.
"Yes. He loves to read. Or he loved. Even though likes more the sword than the book," responded Arthur.
"Yes. Just like his father, but on the opposite. How is that a sellsword army fights for him, and are ready to fallow him? To become a regular army."
"They follow him because they respect him, because they loved him, and because he is one of them. He knows them, he lived with them since he was a small child. They are his brothers in arms."
"Just like his father."
"Exactly. And now that you are part of the king's Kingsguard, it's time to wear the new armour."
Come on." And they headed to the armory, where there were four soldiers.
Once inside Arthur said, "This is the new Kingsguard armor. It's different from the previous ones but better in many ways."
Barristan was watching it, then when his gaze rested on the armor with the two swords, he said, "I suppose this is yours, isn't it?"
"Yes. The swords are currently of normal iron, but the king told me that he intends to replace them with Valyrian Steel. Maybe even the armour in the future but it'll depend."
"Targaryen Stark united emblem on the chest, dark armor, full helmet, and red and black cape. I think it's fitting for a new beginning and that will bring the Kingsguard back to its former glory."
"That's right. Tomorrow you will wear it. But for now, let's retire. Tomorrow will be a long day." And each of them returned to their own room.
After their hot affair, Daenerys retired to her room, with a smirk on her lips, while Aenar headed outside the building, where Caraxes slept.
"Commander!" greeted him one of the guards. And Aenar nodded.
When he approached the Dragon, Caraxes raised his head and looked towards him. Aenar began to caress him and circle around him.
Then he sat down in front of the Dragon and said, " So my friend. Are you nervous for tomorrow?"
And the dragon pushed him with his snout, and Aenar chuckled. He had a great connection with Caraxes and Ghost, and in fact sometimes when he fell asleep he was in Ghost's mind. He saw through his eyes and felt his emotions. He even sometimes saw Dany and Rhae in their room as they were sleeping, because that little boy preferred to sleep with them than with him.
"I am. But I am certain of our bond and that together we will win," said Aenar caressing him.
"You must feel very lonely when you fly, my friend. Ghost, when he runs around, is with Nymeria," said he and then whispered to him, "Staying between us, I think he gave Nymerya a few shots when they are alone," and when he said that the dragon pushed him with his head again.
"Hey, I can't keep him from doing that, he's got his own needs, too, and it's not my fault that Nymeria's the only direwolf in the city." But when he said that, Aenar saw how Caraxes, lowered his head to the ground almost in sadness, then kneeling, feeling the warmth that came from the Dragon, he said, " I promise you that soon you will no longer be alone. There will be three new friends for you, and maybe one of them will be more than that to you." After placing his hand on Caraxes' snout, for a moment, Aenar told him goodnight and heads towards the palace, and towards his room.
After dinner, Rhaella headed for Aenar's room. She had a surprise for him, something she bought at the market.
Upon entering, Rhaella saw that the candles were lit and that he had not yet returned. She walked to the balcony and began to watch the city's night vision, which was lit by many torches, and to enjoy the breeze of the night coming from the sea. This meant that the fleet of Tyrosh and Lys will have an advantage and will be here soon.
Closing her eyes, Rhaella began to think about what she had planned to do, and this brought trepidation and anticipation. She was never fucked there by Aerys, the only thing he did was fuck her while she was on her back, or rather raping her. While in his youth he sometimes let her ride him.
Thinking about that, Rhaella felt as the heat began to grow from her core, and she shocks here head.
Returning inside the room Rhaella began to wander around watching the stuffs that Aenar have there. The armor of Aenar, without the sword, Books of House Targaryen, books about wars, dragons, and apparently were written in Upper Valyriano. She opened one that was about dragons and flipped through it for a while.
Then she heard the door open, and Rhaella saw Aenar enter.
"Dinner has been over a long time ago, and I thought I would find you here," Rhaella said.
"Yeah, well, I needed to think, and take a nightly walk," replied Aenar caressing the back of his head.
"And Daenerys? Where is she?" Rhaella asked, but she was sure they had sex after dinner. It could be read on his face.
"Um...I think she went back to your room after dinner," said Aenar, and she knew he was lying.
"You know, we should move into this room. Daenerys and I," said Rhaella, taking a goblet of wine from the table do was Aenar, and drinking a little. She had already drunk more than necessary at dinner, to suppress the anxiety for tomorrow, because Rhaella was not stupid. She knew how strong and dangerous Khal Drogo is. She heard stories about him before arriving at Pentos and while she was wandering around the free cities escaping from the assassins of Robert Baratheon. And thinking about that, Marie came to her mind. That young girl who gave her life for her.
"Are you all right, grandmother?" Aenar asked in a worried tone.
"Only thoughts of the past," she replied, putting her hand on his face caressing him, while he, putting his sword on the table, grabbed her by the waist, pulling her to himself for a kiss.
"You're very bold with me, dear grandson," she said with a sneer, kissing him on the lips.
"It's my youth that allows me...mixed with the blood of the dragons. We all know that the Targaryen attraction is too strong, especially when I'm in the presence of two beautiful women," he replied, turning her so that she has her back against his chest, and started to travel his hand to the breast and squeezing them.
"I have a surprise for you," replied Rhaella as she had her head back to Aenar and as he rubbed her breast and unbuttoned her dress.
"Gods I love your tits," said Aenar, kissing on her neck.
"I know," responded Rhaella, moaning, and she loved having his hand on them.
"What is the surprise?" he asked, murmuring in her hair.
"I want to try a new experience. Something I've never done in my life before, but that I've heard many talks about it," replied Rhaella, breaking the contact and moving away from him, heading toward the bed.
"This," Rhaella said, taking the bottle, "is an Essos oil, used for moments of pleasure in the brothels of Lys, who are very well known for their fame, and for their quality."
She began to lower the shoulder straps of the dress as she looked at him with her hair loose, and then she let it fall to the floor, remaining naked in front of him. Rhaella saw him passing his hand over his pants and began to take off his tunic.
"Turn around and put your elbows on the bed," he said with a commanding tone. Rhaella obeyed, turning around and lowering herself on the bed, with her elbows, and her legs apart.
When she did that, she immediately felt a hand start stroking her pussy, and Rhaella gasped since it caught her by surprise, but she didn't object.
" By the gods, you're already wet for me, grandmother," said Aenar, continuing to stroke her.
"Always, my young dragon," she said, moaning, with her eyes closed.
Then she felt how he slipped a finger inside her, beginning to push, and after a while Rhaella felt him pull out his finger and bring it to the hole of her ass, rubbing it around. After he rubbed the hole, Rhaella felt how he put oil, which was a bit cold, on her hole, and put his finger in it. It was really a new sensation, and she felt how it was so tight. She can't imagine how Aenar cock will fit in there, considering his size.
She moaned while he was doing it, and heard him say, "Now I'm going to fuck this pretty ass so hard and so fast that tomorrow you won't even be able to sit down," and he bends down, kissing her on the shoulder, and Rhaella felt his cock, already hard, touching her ass cheeks.
"Know that I've never been fucked there," Rhaella said, but her nephew didn't answer.
Aenar took some more oil and started stroking his cock as she prepared for what was about to come, with her hand on her pussy. She knew that at the beginning it will be painful, and especially if it is not prepared, well.
So closing her eyes, Rhaella felt him bringing his cock to the entrance of the hole of her ass and stroking him a bit, and then Aenar began to insert it into her slowly.
When he inserted the head of his cock, she felt how her muscles clamp down around his intrusion, and she gripped the tube on the bed with her fingers, for the pain. He leaned down and pressed soothing kisses to her shoulder and neck as he continued to slowly push his member deeper inside her arse. It was like he was tearing her apart.
Once he was fully sheathed, he paused, and she felt how his cock was pulsing. She heard him take several deep breaths he began to slowly rock him into her arse. When he began to thrust in here, she let out a small wincing sound of pain. And he immediately stopped moving and Rhaella heard him muttered, "Grandmother are you all right?"
"I am fine," She replied softly, even if she felt the pain, "It is just... I… I just need to get used to having your cock inside my arse. Because you are so big."
After he kissed her, she felt Aenar hand on her cheek, and him asking, "Do you want me to continue?"
She responded with a slight nod, even though she felt still pain in her arse.
He began to move slowly as he was wondering his hand over her body, and this sensation feels so good, despite the pain in her ass.
When she felt that her ass was beginning to relax beneath him she felt him grab her hips and gave a powerful thrust into her arse. She let out a loud cry and arched her back. He then gave another slow, hard thrust, and she moaned with pleasure. When the cock began to slide in and out easily, Aenar began to thrust in her fast, and she screamed "Yes, Yes...Oh, yes..." and moaning his name, "Aenar..."
After a while Aenar turned her over and pushed her onto the bed, and she was confused, but then she saw him and slide his cock into her pussy, with a hard single thrust, and then he started to thrust fast, and hard. Rhaella opened her legs more, to have more deep, and feel how he was slamming her against the bed, as he touched her the rib cage, and between her tits.
After a few thrusts, he began to slow down while she caressed his muscles. He was so handsome. Especially at the height of pleasure. After two more thrusts, he spilled his seed deep inside her. He stayed over her for a while, with his cock still inside her, but he was softening.
Both were breathless, and he stood up, he said, "I love this body," as he caressed them, her tits her ribs, and her hips. After giving her a passionate kiss on the lips, he laid down on the bed, carrying the sheets up.
While they were in bed with her head on his chest, making circles, and catching her breath, Rhaella said, "I lied about what I said at dinner."
"Umm?"
"About not being worried and being completely sure of your victory," Rhaella said as Aenar's hand was caressing along her shoulder. She waited for his answer, but it didn't come, so she decided to continue, "When Aerys fought in the War of the Ninepenny Kings, as a squire and in the Stepstones, I was worried about him. Worried he might die. Even though there wasn't much affection between us, or at least from his side, I was still worried. After all, he was my husband, my brother, and the father of my son, Rhaegar. And he was the same age as you when he became a knight."
But Aenar was still in silence, but she was sure he was listening to her, so she continued, "I was worried when the rebellion started and your father left for the war. I never saw him again, but I prayed for his victory, but it never happened. And now I am worried about you, my love, because the enemy you will face is twice older than you, and that means more experienced. That is why I want you to ask to leave others to fight in the duel against the Khal. Ser Arthur or Ser Barristan, who have a lot of experience."
But Aenar kept saying nothing and stroking her arm.
After some time in silence, which seemed like hours for her, Aenar swallowed, and said, "I have the same skills as Arthur, and I am tempered by the magic of Old Valyria."
"I know. But that doesn't make me worry any less. I don't want to lose you now that I've found you. You and Daenerys are my reason for living," she said, kissing him on the chest. And after more time in silence, he asked, "And Viserys? Are you still thinking about him?"
"Of course I think about him. Every day. And I hope he made himself a new life with a good woman away from the power and the plots. I want him to be happy and live a normal life. After all, he is still my son, I carried him in my womb for nine months and I will remember him for the child who was not for the monster he became when he tried to rape me."
"What?" Aenar asked, and Rhaella could feel the rage growing inside him, but she squeezed him and said, "What's done is done, we don't have to think about it. What we have to do now is sleep. Tomorrow you must be rested and with your head clear to face the battle."
With one last kiss, they drifted to sleep.
Daenerys tossed and turned in the bed, but couldn't go to sleep. The dinner has ended a long time ago, and it was already the heart of the night, but she could not fall asleep anyway. And her mother wasn't here. That means she was with Aenar, and they were definitely having sex. But she would usually come back. The only one in the room was Ghost, who was lying on her side, and beating with his tail on the floor, while his red eyes were looking at her. She always fell watched by him, and that was a reassurance but also weird. But she loved this little pup, who wasn't little anymore.
Breathing Daenerys decided to go to sleep in Aenar's room, with him and his mother, after all, they soon will be husband and wives. Why not began to sleep in the same bed since now, she but decided to change her nightdress.
She decided to wear a more sensual one, that her mother bought her from a merchant of Myr. It was red, with very thin shoulder straps, and that showed a more of her small chest, and that covered a bit her ass. It was, in fact, an exotic nightdress that said, "Fuck me."
She is sure that if tomorrow was not the day of the battle against Khal Drogo, he could not resist it.
Leaving the room, with Ghost at her side, Daenerys headed for Aenar's Room, which was a few doors away. There were no guards at his room, and this seemed strange to her, but considering that tomorrow there will be a battle it was normal.
On entering, Daenerys immediately smelled a certain perfume mixed with the smell of sex and the fresh air coming in from the balcony.
Looking towards the bed Daenerys saw Aenar, naked, or rather half-naked, lying on his back with his eyes closed, and his mother on his chest, on the left side, completely naked, with her hair scattered, and Aenar's arm wrapped around her, while his hand rested on her left breast.
Daenerys looked at them for a moment and then pointed out to Ghost to lie down at the foot of the bed, while she, dropping her dress cover to the floor, climbed onto the bed and laid down next to Aenar, on the other side. She caressed his chin a bit, then her fingers began to trace the features of his chest, descending down to the abdominal, that she loved so much, to then get to his cock, but that she had no intention of touching it. He was so handsome now, and looked almost innocent. Giving him a kiss on the chest, Daenerys drifted to sleep, on his chest, with the memory of how good he fucked her after dinner.
Dawn had come and Aenar was preparing the men with a smile on his face. This morning Aenar woke up as the happiest man in the world. Not because he fucked two of the most beautiful women in the world, but because he woke up with them next to him. he never woke up with them next to him. And by all gods, Daenerys' dress took his breath away. He had half a mind to rip it off and fuck her, there, so provoking she was, especially because he was wearing nothing other, but he wasn't like that.
Returning to the defense, on the walls, there were two rows of men with large shields, behind them Aenar placed the archers with long bows, and they were under the command of Balaq and his captains of divisions.
"Remember the signaling of the positions, Balaq. When they reach the first part, unleash the underworld. Khal Drogo will try to intimidate us and draw us out. Make him regret it, and let's force him to attack. When most of the Khalassar is inside the big circle, I will set fire to it with Caraxes.
As said, the Khalassar was approaching Myr and was much larger than he thought. There were certainly almost 80,000 Dotracki and Pentos people.
"Apparently Tyrosh and Lys are supporting him, sending siege weapons," said Balaq.
"This changes the plan a bit, Your Grace," said Arthur, who was next to him, along with Ser Barristan.
"I expected the alliance with Tyrosh and Lys, but not the siege weapons because I knew that the Dothraki didn't know how to use them, but apparently they are supported by sellswords hired by the two cities. But still, the catapults do not change anything. Or rather they change, that I can't use for now Caraxes because I don't know if he already has a resistant skin. In the books, it is said that the dragons will have a resistant skin only when they turn one year old." Aenar said, and then turned to the one next to the catapult and said, "When the enemy is 275 meters from the walls, I will give you a signal, prepare the heaviest and fiery rocks. And put more weight on it."
When the Dothraki were about to charge against their city, Aenar saw that they were supported by siege weapons. And when they launched, Aenar also gave the order. The enemy rocks didn't reach their walls, because they were too far away, and this gave Aenar the advantage to destroy their catapults.
" More to the left," shouted Aenar to those who were on the ground. "And put the stones on fire." Some catapults have been destroyed by theirs, but others they were still intact. And they were advancing forward.
When they threw their fireballs, some hit the circle, which caught fire.
"Nock!" Balaq shouted to his men as the Dothraki approached. "Draw!" And when the Dothraki were at the right distance, "Loose!" And the arrows of his men rained down on the enemies that fell. And when they counterattacked, Aenar instructed Torrhen to use their secret weapon. The bolts with the chains and they shattered the enemy arrows and killed a lot of Dothraki, even though some still reached his men, even though they protected themselves with the shield, others were wounded.
"Well, that's a weapon of destruction."
"Yes, Arthur. And apparently it worked. The Valyrians knew what kind of warlike weapons to create. But they weren't enough to protect the men," said Aenar smiling. He was really surprised by these weapons, and certainly so were the Dothraki, who immediately retired, not having any cover from the catapults to destroy their walls.
"Do you think it's time to ask for a meeting?" Arthur asked, looking towards him.
"Maybe. Surely they have lost men. Many men and the Khal certainly did not expect to face these weapons. I'm sure he thinks we have a lot of them, and that it doesn't matter where he attacks."
"Then he will wait for the ships to arrive and open the doors, or for our attention to turn to them. "
"Yes."
As he descended from the walls, he turned to his men and said, "I want half of the Cavalry out of the walls and ready for any eventuality."
Climbing on his horse, which had an armor, and with him also went Arthur and Ser Barristan, Aenar exited from Myr under the white flag. Once halfway between their camp and their city, with a good range for their archers, Aenar saw three Dotrackis on horseback coming.
" Don't let the guard down," said Aenar, to Barristan and Arthur, without looking away from the Dothraki.
Once the three Dotrackis were close, he heard one of them say, "Are you here to surrender like the cowards you are before the great Khalassar of the Khal?" (In Dotracky).
"No. I'm here to challenge your Khal to a duel for the command of your Khalassar." Said Aenar. (In Dotracky).
"And why should he accept, considering that we are in advantage, and we are about to win the battle." (In Dotracky).
"I don't know if we're watching the same scene, but the field is full of dead Dotrackys. But returning to the question about the duel. If he doesn't it shows that he isn't as strong as you all think he is. It shows he's scared loose against a boy younger than him and if I'm not mistaken the Khalasar only follows the strongest and what Khal would he be if he doesn't honor that title with pride?," (In Dotracky).
When Aenar said that, one of the Dotrackys turned his horse and rode away.
After a while, Aenar saw about ten or twenty Dotrakhi riding, towards them, and his chavalery came forward too. Then he saw him. Khal Drogo. A tall muscular man, with copper skin, black hair and eyes. He has a long, drooping mustache and beard, and a long braid hung with tiny bells that hangs down to his thighs.
"So you are Aenar Targaryen the one who defeated Khal Moro, my last rival before becoming Khal of the Khals," said Drogo, and Aenar could see the excitement and perhaps even curiosity. (In Dotracky).
"Yes. It was nothing personal just business. Although he claimed a lot about how much he was stronger than you, smarter than you, and how you are like a woman," Aenar replied, trying to make him nervous. (In Dotracky).
"Now that you have defeated Khal Moro and gained his Khalassar, you are my enemy. But if you give me what is mine, the silver-haired woman, I will spare you and spare your city," said Khal, pointing his arack at him. (In Dotracky).
Getting down from the horse and drawing Blackfyre and a common sword, Aenar said, pointing toward the Khal, "If you want her, come and get her." (In Dotracky).
"Why should I challenge you?" replied the Khal. (In Dotracky).
"If you don't, all of Essos will know that you're a coward and that what Khal Moro said was all true," replied Aenar. (In Dotracky).
Khal Drogo was angry and climbed down, from the horse. "I will kill you and take the white-haired woman and ride her like a stallion and fill her with my cock and fuck her until she can't take anymore from any position I wish. Then I will take also the other one, " said Drogo. (In Dotracky).
"If you think that after what you said you will have an honorable death, you are wrong. I'll give you the worst death you can imagine, and the worst humiliation. I will give you FIRE and BLOOD." and he lowered his helmet's visor. (In Dotracky).
Drogo was much larger than him, but Aenar knew he could use it to his advantage, and his armour. At first, they begin to circle each other but then Aenar attacked Drogo.
Drogo deflected his attacks with his arakh, or with his spins. He was very fast. After Aenar was done attacking, Drogo took the opportunity he began to strike fast, hitting him with a slice on the chest, but thankfully there was the armour. And then Drogo hit him hard on the leg, making Aenar fall to the ground.
Drogo quickly climbed over him and removed Aenar's helmet with one hand, and with the other Drogo took his knife. When Drogo was about to stick his knife in the skull, Aenar stopped him, with one hand, and immediately began to hit him in the face, hard, from below, with his other iron gloved hand. Drogo was bleeding, but it seemed that the more he hit him the more resistant he became, so to pull him from above, Aenar hit him in the throat, and Drogo immediately fell on his side holding his throat and began to cough.
Aenar stood up quickly and grabbed his swords, and when he was about to launch the attack, Drogo regained his senses and charged against him with a shoulder attack, like a spear. It was like being hit by a powerful battering ram, Both were on the ground, Aenar was holding on to his stomach that was hurting a lot, despite his armor, and Drogo apparently held on his shoulder and throat. After a few minutes on the ground, under the screams of the Dotrackys, who were encouraging their Khal, Aenar began to stand up, taking his swords, just in time to parry Drogo's attack, but still managed to hurt his left eye, with a slice.
Aenar felt how his body was getting tired. This was the most difficult fight he had ever fought, and for sure Khal Drogo was stronger than Khal Moro and more skilled. And especially faster.
But when he heard the roar of Caraxes, and especially when he landed before the city, and increased their bond, it was as if Aenar felt a new force. As if the Dragon had sent him his own, and Aenar began to attack the Khal, fast, that he could barely parry, until he wounded his arms with his swords, causing him to lose control and his arack, and then with a spinning he cut him on the legs, causing Drogo to fall to his knees.
While he was behind him, Aenar said, "You will have no honor in death, Khal of the Khals. You slaughtered the citizens of Pentos. You raped a lot of women, and now it's time for a reckoning. You will die in agony, in the FIRE and in the BLOOD, as well as your Bloodriders." (In Dotracky).
And he cut off his tail, then pushed him down and tied him up with a rope that was there. Aenar also fell on his knees, exhausted, and it was at that moment that he saw Barristan and Artur running towards him with unsheathed swords. They cut the horses of the three Bloodriders and then wounded them so that they could no longer hold a sword.
After catching breathing normally Aenar saw that Caraxes was close to him, and saw the Dotrackys coming. So as he climbed over him, he turned to the Dotrackys and said.
"I defeated your Khal who is now my prisoner. Choose. Fight for me under my rules or die with yours ways in the Fire, and in the Blood." (In Dotracky).
In the meantime, in Myr...
Daenerys felt the anxiety growing inside her, while she was inside the palace, not knowing how the battle was going or whether Aenar had already challenged the Khal.
Deciding that she could no longer stand there anxious she headed for the exit, despite the calls of her mother, then towards the walls.
"You shouldn't be here," said Balaq, while she was looking toward the battlefield. It was in fire, many Dotrakhi dead, and in the distance, she saw Aenar standing triumphantly over the Khal, who was on his knees. Even if she didn't see very well from afar.
"He won," said Balaq, "And the sellswords are retreating."
Then Daenerys saw that Aenar was on Caraxes and that he was speaking loudly to them, who after a while began to scream and twirl their swords, then descend from the Horses and kneel before the Dragon.
"Now we have more men for war," said Balaq, and then headed to his men, among whom there were some injured.
Daenerys instead looked with admiration at Aenar who was on his dragon and couldn't wait to have one. But then, Daenerys fell to the ground when she saw Balaq over her. When she tried to get up, she couldn't, and the last thing she saw were the walls and some houses on fire and dead people. And then everything became black.