Chapter 26: Bride of Fire
King's Landing
Orys sat in the King's or the Hand of the King's seat, listening to all the new news that the Small Council put him in touch with. And there were many.
The Targaryens were planning a tournament in the city of Myr to celebrate the marriage of Aenar Targaryen and Daenerys Targaryen. Those incestuous pigs thought Orys disgusted.
Tyrosh and Lys were preparing for the attack, hiring the remaining mercenaries and building catapults, while in Volantis tensions arose between the Red Priests and the Triarchy, who were asking for support from the Royal House.
"Your Grace?" He heard Varys call him.
"Yes, Lord Varys, I'm listening," replied Orys sighing and passing a hand over his face. He was also very tired because of the last night with Margery.
"As I was saying, there's a man in the city named High Sparrow who..."
"Leave this High sparrow aside. Let's worry about the Targaryens against whom we need to act immediately," Orys interrupted him.
"What do you mean, nephew?" asked his uncle Renly, the Master of Law. After the old Master of Law died, his uncle became the new one and he was good at this job. Renly was a good man and would make a great king, in times of peace. But in times of war he was not, for he could not resist the sight of blood sometimes, though when the moment demanded it, he knew how to wield a sword. Both, of them, of course, according to some rumours.
"Orys."
"We send help to Tyrosh and Lys to make sure they are prepared as best as possible," said Orys leaning forward with his elbows on the table and determined.
"But Prince..." started Pycell.
Raising his hand to stop him, Orys added, "We'll send ships full of Wildfire, and some scorpions, if the rumours of the dragon's death are false."
"Orys," this time it was his uncle speaking again, "These were not the King's or Lord Tywin's orders. "If we waste these resources on a lost foreign cause, we're finished."
"We won't. The Targaryen bastard doesn't know about Wildfire, and that's good for us both in Westeros and overseas," said Orys, standing up but leaning against the table, looking at the other members, obviously trying to impose his argument, and at the same time being as authoritative and cold as his grandfather Tywin, but he knew he couldn't do it. "My lords, even if his dragon is alive, the Targaryen will never attack the city directly, only his army. So, the Wildfire will destroy them."
The members, though in disagreement with him, nodded, and stood up to leave, but Orys stopped Renly, "Uncle. Wait a minute. I have to ask you something."
Then turning to Varys, he said, "Send this scroll to our man."
Varys took it, and bowing, he left the council chamber.
Sighing, Orys turned his attention to his uncle, who hadn't a happy face, "I know you disagree with me, Uncle Renly, but it's the right thing to do."
"Maybe. But how long will it take to make the same amount of Wildfire and catapults, not to mention the scorpions?"
"As much as it is needed," replied Orys as he walked to the small table to get some wine. His throat was dry, though the air was not dry, or because he spoke so much.
He passed a goblet of wine to his uncle who accepted, and Orys said, "I thought you too wanted revenge against the Targaryen for killing Loras?"
And when he said that, Renly became pale, widened eyes, and open mouth. He was surely speechless.
After opening and closed his mouth a few times, swallowing it, he took a sip and asked, "How long have you known about it?"
"It doesn't matter now, Uncle. Loras is dead. But know that my father the king will never know."
"And I bet you want something in exchange for silence?" his uncle asked, taking another sip.
"No. As I said, it doesn't matter now that he's dead," replied Orys, sipping from the chalice. Deciding to change the subject, he asked, "How are my children?"
"They are all eight and in good health. Lord Arstan takes good care of them at Harvest Hall. But they miss you very much. Especially little Argella," replied his uncle placing the cup on the table.
"And they to me," said Orys. Especially Argella. A father shouldn't have favourites, but between Duran and Argella, he loved more his little girl of two and a half years, with her long, black hair and beautiful, shiny blue eyes like those of her mother, Cassandra Selmy. A girl he loved and that sadly died.
"What did you promise that man?" his uncle asked, bringing him back from his beautiful but sad thoughts.
"It doesn't matter. But first, he has to fulfill his task," said Orys. That knight land was an ambitious bastard, but he was also very good, and not everyone knew him in the Seven Kingdoms yet. Only those from the Stormlands.
"Lord Tywin won't be happy with what you've done. Especially with the decision you made," Renly said, "And you are a full for trusting Varys and that land knight." Leaving the room before Orys could answer.
Sighing, Orys took the documents he needed, leaving the room too.
Myr
First day of the tourney...
Daenerys awoke suddenly in bed alone, not realizing for a moment where she was, not having a warm body beside her.
She touched her head, feeling a bit of dizziness, because of her sudden awake, and of her pregnancy. She started to rethink what she had dreamed. That woman and that man, bathing and making love in a pool of blood. And those seastars floating above the shining water.
Lying back again, Daenerys smiled to herself thinking of what is going to happen today. Today she will attend the first tournament of her life organized for her marriage to Aenar. Or should she say, her Jon. This was her dream ever since she was a child, or at least since she met him then. Jon Snow a little boy with beautiful short dark hair and warm grey eyes, who became her first friend. And then when he came to Pentos to save her from Viserys' clutches by revealing his true self. Aenar Targaryen son of Rhaegar. Her nephew. But still, to her, he will always be Jon Snow. Her first childhood friend, her first crush, and the love of her life.
And now they will bond their lives forever, crowned by the making of their child. Their first-born. Made of love...and lust, under the skies of Essos, in a wormly night near a lake. She giggled, remembering that night of only the two of them, her first time and how good it was.
Stretching her arms up a bit, Daenerys was ready to prepare and go to breakfast, but first, she had to feed her dragons. Syrax and Silverwing.
Getting up, she opens the baskets, taking Syrax in her arms, and carrying him to the balcony, after having taken a piece of meat. Placing him on the wide stone railing of her balcony.
While Syrax was burning his meat, Daenerys caressing him along the neck looked towards the city, whose people were quite lively now and very busy, especially because there was the preparation for the Tournament.
One good thing this tournament will bring is money and commerce. There will be many participants in it, at least 60, and many spectators, besides those in Myr. Not Tyrosh and Lys of course, who were at war with them, and who will surely use this moment to prepare themselves even better, and without Caraxes, they will sweat more to conquer the cities.
But she was excited regarding the tournament. And maybe even to be crowned queen of love and beauty, if Aenar wins of course. She hoped for it to happen with all her heart, but the odds were against him. Besides, even if he wins, there is no guarantee that he will crown her for sure. There were four more women he can crown beside her, one of whom is to him like a mother.
After Syrax had eaten, Daenerys carried him back, pulling then out Silverwing, and carrying him to the same spot.
Silverwing unlike Syrax, who was most aggressive, easily agitated and quick to anger, was calmer and more shy, just like her mother's dragon, Rhaegal.
As she was caressing him, Daenerys heard the doors open, and turning around she saw Arya Stark enter and heading for the balcony.
Looking at the dragon, she asked, mesmerized, "What's his name?"
"Silverwing," replied Daenerys smiling, as the young Stark approached.
"Can I touch him?" she asked, looking towards Dany, who nodded, and then returning her gaze back towards Silverwing.
"He's beautiful," said the little girl excited, and biting her lips not to laugh at the emotions. Then walking away from her, Arya said, "Your mother told me to come get you. She wants to have lunch with you in her room."
"All right. But wait a moment," said Daenerys, taking the dragon and carrying him back inside. After wearing a light dress that covered her breast and her half down, with the laces around the neck, she left the room heading for her mother's one.
Ashara was in her room, finishing sewing the groom's cape. She wanted it to be perfect, as it would mark a great moment in Jon's life, and his passage from boy to man. While Queen Rhaella was doing the bride's one.
She still couldn't believe that her boy is getting married tomorrow for the first time. Of course, he's already slept with two beautiful women, so the wedding night won't be something stranger to him, but the ceremony. That was a different thing when it was first experienced. She knew something about it, considering she tried it almost twice.
With Ned, they were ready to say their vows after that passionate night. But his sister's disappearance stopped everything, and she had to go back to Starfall, and he to Vale, because of the dawn of war.
Ashara had high hopes of marrying him later, but then the news of his marriage to Catelyn Tully reached her, and it broke her heart, especially because she was carrying their child, who was stillborn.
But now, here she was, sewing the cape for her son, Jon's wedding. That even though he wasn't flesh and blood of her body, she loved him very much. He was her child, as was the one she lost.
Ashara was brought back from her memories when she heard a knock at the door.
"Come in!" she said, and saw Jon, or maybe she should say Aenar.
"May I disturb you?" he asked at the door.
"Of course, my son," she smiled, and put aside the cloak she was sewing.
He walked towards the balcony, leaning against a pillar and looking towards the city. She noticed that he had something clouding his mind. Something that worried him, since she knew him very well. Even better than Arthur.
Taking a breath, Ashara asked, "What is it, Jon?"
Sighing, returning to her, he said, "I'm scared, Ashara."
"Scared?" she asked, chuckling, seeing him sitting next to her, resting his head on the back of the couch she was sitting on.
"Yes. But not that kind of fear. Another kind," he said and then lying down on it, and his head resting on her lap, he continued, "I've been in war. Some were skirmishes, others were real battles," and Ashara wanted to add that every time she had her heart in her throat beating fast for fear of losing him, but she held back, keeping on listening to his thoughts.
"I tasted in my mouth and smelled the blood on my hands. I enjoyed the pleasure of flesh and sex with two beautiful women, feeling also a great fear of not being able to satisfy them completely," he continued, while she listened to him, caressing his soft hair, and looking at his beautiful bearded face and the scar that the Khal gave him. "But this. This is another kind of fear. Never experienced before. Saying those words that will bind two women forever to me terrifies me. It terrifies me of failing to protect them once we are in Westeros."
"Have faith, Jon. Have faith in your dragon and your men. They will lead you to victory, and help you protect those who you love," he nodded, keeping his eyes closed and smiling.
"About the oath, they're just words. What really matters is what you feel in here," she said, placing her hand on his chest where his heart was.
He chuckled and said, "You are so wise, Mother," making her chuckle too, and then added. "I really am a lucky man. I have two beautiful mothers. One who gave me life and the other who raised me. Three fathers. And two beautiful women who are the love of my life."
She kept giggling, while he stood up and hugged her, and starting to give her kisses on the cheek and forehead. Then he said, "And now, dear Mother. I'm going to prepare for the tournament."
"Do you really want to participate?" she asked seriously and crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"Of course. Not for the prize, but to crown a queen of love and beauty. "
"Just one?"
"Maybe," he said, grinning and leaving the room. And she shook her head, laughing, resuming sewing the cloak.
After the conversation with Ashara, Aenar made his way to Myr's forge to pick up his armour for the tournament. In addition to the one he was using for the war, Aenar asked the smith to make a new one for the tournament, one that would highlight his House very much. He had also asked him to make the decorations for the horse so that it would be more striking once on the field, and he said he would try since he doesn't make a lot of armour for tournaments.
In less than an hour, it will begin, and he was very excited about it. He was also very scared about it, because it was his first tournament, but his determination to never give up will help him win it and crown his beloved, Queen of love and beauty.
On entering, he saw the smith working on another suit of armour and his apprentices were also very busy.
"Is it ready?" asked Aenar, as he watched the armour the blacksmith was finishing, noticing that it had a bear emblem on the breastplate and on the shoulder straps. Mormont.
"Of course," said the blacksmith, dropping his tools, leading him to a room.
When he uncovered it, Aenar was speechless. It was just as he imagined it. Magnificent and worthy of House Targaryen for the Tournaments.
"It's magnificent," said Aenar as he looked at it while walking around it.
"Arthur, are you sure you don't want to participate in this tournament?" Aenar asked while looking at his magnificent armour.
"No, Your Grace. I'd rather watch your back than enter the tournament. Besides, I'm sure when you take the throne, we'll arrange another tournament to celebrate your victories."
"Arthur, Arthur," he said, sighing and shaking his head. "What do you expect to happen? It's a joust, not a sword fight."
"There are dangers there too, Your Grace," said Arthur, and Aenar weaved to stop him.
"How much?" he asked the blacksmith as he touched it.
"5000 Myrish coins," said the blacksmith, and he looked towards him. It was a rather high price, but considering the magnificence of this armour, with the details and the decoration, it was worthy.
Turning to the blacksmith, he said, "Have the armour sent to my tent." But remembering the gift for Daenerys, he came close and said in a low voice " What about the gift for my future bride?".
"It will be ready by your wedding day," said the blacksmith, and Jon smiling, giving him a pat on the shoulder, left the forge to go and get ready.
After having lunch with her daughter, Rhaella resumed sewing the bride's cloak for the wedding, while Daenerys was trying on some dresses, according to Arya and Alyssa's advice, and adjusting others to fit her little baby boom.
These days Rhaella has discovered that the little Stark girl has good taste in the exotic dress of Essos and Westeros, of course when it doesn't concern her.
While she was concentrating on finishing the cloak, Rhaella heard Daenerys say, "I am scared", and she looked up to her daughter confusedly, who was looking towards the balcony.
"What?" she asked, and at the same time, Arya Stark puffing said, "Come, Alyssa. I'm sure the following conversation will be very boring, so we'd better go somewhere," and Rhaella saw the young woman immersed in her thoughts as she looked down smiling.
"Alyssa!" said Arya, angry with her hands on her hips.
"Hmm?" she looked up at the young Stark.
"Let's go," said Arya, and Alyssa, stood up leaving the room.
Now that it was just the two of them, Daenerys crossed her hands in front of her belly, and said, "I'm not scared of the wedding or the wedding night or the party. But... I don't know how to explain it."
"I understand you, Dany. But you don't have to worry about it. You'll bond to a good man."
"Very stubborn man," she said chuckling.
"Yes. Stubborn too. Stubborn enough to want to enter the joust. But having two parents like Rhaegar and Lyanna, I don't think you should be surprised," Rhaella said smiling.
"Mother? Have you ever been crowned Queen of Love and Beauty?" Daenerys asked, sitting next to her.
And Rhaella stopping from sewing, replied, smiling, "Yes. Twice." Remembering those beautiful days and the big smile she had.
"Who crowned you?" Daenerys asked, and Rhaella could hear the curiosity in her voice.
Smiling and setting aside the cloak Rhaella said, "At the age of 13, a young knight from the Stormlands, Ser Bonifer Hasty, won a tournament and crowned me Queen of Love and Beauty because he had fallen in love with me. I, of course, was embarrassed, blushed and even happy at the time. I had only read about this in books, but feeling it on my own skin was completely different, especially when the crowd was cheering you." Taking a breath Rhaella continued, "And your father in private always teased me about it." At the time he was young and not mad. And he was in love with Joanna.
"Were you in love with this knight?" her daughter asked in a tone she couldn't read if it was boring, jealous, or something else.
"No," replied Rhaella. "But I was infatuated of him. A young girl of thirteen years old who had the attentions of a young knight, who was quite attractive, it was complicated. But I knew that he and I wouldn't get married anyway, not that I would want. His status was too low, and it was also my fault in that regard because perhaps I gave him too many glances, and let's say that my flirting and teasing, encouraged him to take a step forward."
"Was he more handsome than Aenar?" asked Daenerys, giggling.
"No," replied Rhaella, almost giggling. No one was like him. That northern beauty mixed with the Valyrian traits, and that wild look. Not to mention the rather muscular, warrior-like body of the young dragonwolf.
"And then my father?"
"No," she answered, sighing, with a heavy heart. Regretfully for how he ruined himself. Her brother, Aerys, was a very charming man in his youth, and almost every woman wanted him. But madness, paranoia, and perhaps envy, turned him into what he was in the following years.
"Who was the second man who crowned you?" she asked, still full of curiosity it seems.
"Your father. To celebrate his first year of reign, and the five years of his heir, our little Rhaegar, your father organized a tournament in which many knights and lords participated, and in which he himself participated," replied Rhaella looking down, remembering that day. It was so beautiful. Maybe the most beautiful and happy day of her life so far. Perhaps it was because for one day Aerys' attentions were only for her and their child, or perhaps it was because he always smiled at her that day. "I was 19 at the time, and Aerys was 20. The day was sunny and beautiful. A little ram could be felt touching the skin, but it was normal. Your father wore a suit of armour like Rhaegar's. Black with our family emblem on his chest and decorated with rubies, and on his helmet, the three-headed dragon." Stopping for a moment as the memories flew through her mind, she took a breath and continued. "And for every victory, for every opponent he defeated, he stopped at the balcony, with the visor of his helmet raised, lifting his broken spear into the air and towards me. Even smiling."
"You talk about it as if you were in love with him and regret the day ended."
"Because I do it many times, or at least I used to. I regretted that the day ended. And I was in love with him that day," said Rhaella, feeling tears coming from her eyes, and she immediately wiped them away with her thumb.
"I'm sorry, Mother. I didn't want to bring back bad memories," Daenerys said in a low voice, and lowered her head.
"Not bad, Daenerys. And you don't have to worry. That's in the past," she said, taking her hand, "but after all, despite his madness and how he treated me, he gives me you, Rhaegar and even Viserys," and her daughter smiled.
"I wish I could have meet Rhaegar," Daenerys said in a sad way, and she looked so much like her firstborn son when she was melancholic. Apart from the look, she has even more traits in common with Rhaegar.
"I wish that too, my little one," Rhaella said, making her lean against her chest. "He would have loved you. And he would have been like a father to you." Daenerys started to cry silently, shaking against her chest. "I wish it was he the one to rise me," she said between sobs, and that made Rhaella cry too, knowing what they were through.
Rhaegar wasn't a perfect man, but even if he had lost everything, he would have never treated Dany that way, or even try to reap his mother, like how Viserys tried in Pentos, before the arrival of her grandson.
After a while they stopped crying and cleaning her tears, Daenerys got up. As she walked away, she said, trying to change the mood, "So today I'm going to watch my first tournament," spinning around the room, giggling. Good that she changed her mood because that made Rhaella lough too and forget everything else. Daenerys looked so much like a little girl spinning in a field of flowers. Stopping, she asked, "Do you think Aenar will win the tournament and crown me queen?"
"I don't know. Some of the participants are tournament veterans, some are not. Aenar is a novice taking part in his first tournament," said Rhaella, trying to answer as confidently as possible, even though she was dying of worry and fear inside herself. Fear that someone might make an attempt on his life and kill him, leaving her and Daenerys at the hands of the Usurper.
"Mother?"
"Nothing. Don't worry about it. He will be fine," replied, smiling Rhaella, "after all he was trained by the sword of Morning." And her daughter smiled too, looking down.
After some silence while Rhaella was giving the final touches, she heard a knock at the door and Ser Barristan came in, "Your Grace. The King has sent me to inform you to prepare for the tournament. He will be waiting for you there."
"Thank you, Ser Barristan," she said as the old knight left the room, surely to wait outside the door.
Rhaella noticed that though her nephew has not yet been named king, Ser Barristan always calls him Your Grace. Not that she minds, but Rhaella was very curious to know when he intended to crown himself, so she could make preparations.
"Mother?" Daenerys said, and she looked up at her smiling, "What do you think?" her daughter asked, holding a dress pressed against her.
It was a beautiful high-necked teal and copper gown with multiple shoulder points and is embellished with edible beetle wings. It also had some gold adorned on it.
"Beautiful," she replied, "but I would advise you to wear this dress for the finals. When Aenar crowns you queen of love and beauty."
"If he does," she said, chuckling, putting down the beautiful dress and taking another one. Rising up and approaching her, Rhaella said, "He will do it. I'm sure he will. Come. I'll help you put it on and braid your hair."
Daenerys must be even more beautiful these days than she already is.
After the welcome speech and for the start of the tournament, Aenar left the box to go and prepare for the joust. While Daenerys sat with Lady Ashara and her mother, Alyssa, Arya, the other two children, and Ser Barristan who was standing behind them. The old knight refused to enter the tournament even though she knew he was one of the best. He said it was because someone had to stay and protect them. Instead, Ser Arthur was with Aenar watching his back there.
Ghost too was near her, to protect her, and this gives her the possibility to run the hands through his soft fur.
People started to cheer when they saw Ser Jorah Mormont entering the field against another Knight of Westeros who she didn't know who he was, and Daenerys was excited about it too. But the only one she cared about was one. Her future husband. That she still didn't know what he was wearing because his battle armour was in his room.
When the signal was given the men charged at each other, with the result that Ser Jorah broke a spear on his opponent, but he remained firm on his horse. Returning to his position, the signal was given for the second round, which ended with the victory of Ser Jorah, who broke another spear on his opponent, causing him to fall off his horse.
"Does it bring back old memories of seeing these knights clash, Ser Barristan?" Daenerys heard her mother ask the old knight who was behind them, and she turned to him, while two other challengers entered the field. Sergeants of the Golden Company she was sure because they had their emblem apart their personal one.
"Yes, Your Grace. But still, I was sure of Ser Jorah's skill. He won the tourney at Lannisport by unhorsing Ser Jaime Lannister," replied the knight, and Daenerys listened attentively, missing the clash.
"But I will say this. I have seen a hundred tournaments and more wars than I would wish, and however strong or fast or skilled a knight may be, there are others who can match him. A man will win one tourney and fall quickly in the next. A slick spot in the grass may mean defeat, or what you ate for supper the night before. A change in the wind may bring the gift of victory. Or a lady's favor knotted round an arm."
"Lynesse Hightower?" asked her mother, and Daenerys glanced between them, sawing the knight nodded.
"Mormont was a fool if he thought he could satisfy that woman's needs. She's a very ambitious Hightower as far as I know."
"Yes, she is. But not all Hightowers are like that. Benjen Stark's wife is not," said the knight, looking out onto the field as the opponents continued to challenge each other.
"Is Benjen Stark married to a Hightower?" Daenerys asked confusedly because Aenar told her nothing about it.
"Yes. But I assure you she is a good woman."
"Maybe. But if her father is on the Lannisters and the Baratheon' side, whose side will she be on?" asked Rhaella, looking up to Barristan. And this was a great question that only time will tell.
"But still I'm surprised that Leyton Hightower gave her to a Stark."
"Is that Aenar?" asked Arya, gasping loudly, and Daenerys turned and saw the knight enter.
Indeed, it was him. She was sure, and her heart began to beat fast, while she placed her hand on her belly and took a deep breath.
"Don't worry, daughter. Have faith in his skills."
Daenerys smiled, looking back towards the entrance of the camp, in the part where there should be Aenar. He was wearing an armour as dark as the night sky, adorned with what might be called dragon wings, on his legs, shoulders and elbows. The shoulder straps besides that were also adorned with red and blue rubies and sapphires.
The helmet, on the other hand, had dragon wings on the sides, that joined on the visor and feathered on top with the shape of flames.
On his left arm, he possessed a rhombic shield that proudly shaped the three-headed dragon on it. The emblem of their house.
His horse, Winterstorm, a beautiful black war steed, was adorned with a headboard that looked like the scales of a dragon, while on his body, in addition to the dark armour that protected the chest of the horse, there was a large saddlecloth, black, red and yellow, which highlight the colours of their house, and the flames of the dragon.
When the trumpet sounded, Daenerys put her hands over her face to cover her eyes, saying, "I cannot look."
She shouted everything and everyone out not wanting to hear, but it was inevitable. She heard the hit and the breaking of the spears, and the cheers of the people of Myr.
So, when she slowly opened her eyes, she saw him in front of the box, with the helmet's visor raised, and lance pointed at her. He gives her a big smile and shaking her head, she returned the smile. Then he rode away, to make room for the next jousters.
"I told you he will win daughter. He has it in his blood. His father was the best in it," her mother said taking her hand.
"These knights are so boring," commented Arya, who was sitting there, as they saw another winner of this joust, and looking better Daenerys recognized him as one of Aenar's friend, with who he usually spare. Ser Owen of House Aldridge.
The next one was Thorren Snow, and she glanced toward Ashara who had a big smile on her lips. It's seems she too had hope of him winning the tourney.
Thorren was wearing a simple armorer, not much decorate as Aenar one, but still a beautiful one.
When the trumpet sounded, they charged one against the other, with the result in a draw, because both spear broke.
The next one was a knight wearing a grey armour, with the emblem of a red lion rampant regardant with a forked tail, with gold tongue and claws, on a silver field, on his chest.
He was very calm and unhorsed his opponent in the first round. He was very good it seems and Danerys really hoped that Aenar will not face him
"It cannot be," gasped Ser Barristan behind them.
"Do you know him, Ser Barristan?" Daenerys asked.
"No, but the house that bore that emblem should be extinct," he said.
"House Reyne, Daenerys. Of Castamere. They had that Coat of Arms. But Tywin wiped them out from the Westerlands," said her mother. This was something Daenerys didn't remember from her stories. Viserys never talked of it.
And she returned her gaze toward the field, seeing the knight looking up in their way, as he was leaving it.
The more the opponents clashed, the more Daenerys lost track of time, and Aenar was advancing forward unhorsing four opponents, but she couldn't remember the other ones who were advancing in the position, neither she cares because she was interested only in one.
When the trumpets sounded, Daenerys was confused and looked to his mother, who said, "It's over for today. Come, let's go to the palace, so you can rest. You need to be perfect tomorrow."
And nodding, she followed her mother. She really needs some rest and put something in her belly. She was starving.
Second day. Day of the Wedding...
On his wedding day the archery competition was held in the morning, and then in the afternoon was held the ceremony at the great temple.
And now he was in the red temple of R'hllor, before the great flame and the Red Priestess Melisandre, sent by Kinvara, when she was informed about it. He expected the priest of the temple of Myr to perform their wedding, but apparently, she will do it.
"R'hllor," sang Melisandre, her arms upraised, "you are the light in our eyes, the fire in our hearts, the heat in our loins. Yours is the sun that warms our days, yours the stars that guard us in the dark of night."
"All praise R'hllor, the Lord of Light," those who were present inside the temple answered in ragged chorus echoing through the hall.
"The night is dark and filled with terrors," Melisandre sang. "Alone we are born and alone we die, but as we walk through this black vale, we draw strength from one another, and from you, our Lord." Her scarlet silks and satins swirled with every gust of wind. "Two come forth today to join their lives, so they may face this world's darkness together. Fill their hearts with fire, my lord, so they may walk your shining path hand in hand forever."
"Lord of Light, protect us," shouted Alester.
"Lord of Light, bless your children." Added the others in unusion.
"We thank you for the sun that warms us," chanted the Red priests. "We thank you for the stars that watch over us in the black of night. We thank you for our hearths and for our torches that keep the savage dark at bay. We thank you for our bright spirits, the fires in our loins and in our hearts."
Meanwhile, Daenerys reached the entrance of the temple, stopping for a moment to take a deep breath. She hoped that Aenar would like what she is wearing. A White dress with gold embroidery on it.
Feeling her mother squeeze her hand, Daenerys turned towards her, seeing her give her a reassuring smile, which she reciprocated.
Then she resumed her walk among those present through the room, accompanied by her mother, who would deliver him to Aenar.
She could hear the shouts of Lady Melisandre's prayer, echoing through the room for every step she took closer to the fire.
Her heart was beating very fast, her skin had goosebumps and her throat was so dry that it almost hurt when she swallowed. She knows what it would do her good swallow to relieve that dry. Jon's warm seed down her throat.
As she got closer and closer, her gaze settled on the one who would soon be her husband. Jon. Her Jon. And he was so handsome.
He had his hair untied and settled, his beard short but neat, and this enhanced his smile. He wore a black and red tunic with gold embroidery and on his chest, he had on one side the joined emblem of House Targaryen and Stark and on the other side the emblem of the Golden Company. While on his shoulders rested the cloak that symbolized the union of the family of his father Rhaegar and his mother Lyanna Stark. It was black with gold finishing touches along the edge. The red three-headed dragon was big made on it, while inside it in a circle, the grey direwolf on a white field. But at the top of it there was a fur, for sure to symbolize his mother's house.
"Who brings this woman to be wed?" asked Melisandre. And Aenar saw Rhaella stepping forward.
"I do. Her mother, Rhaella of House Targaryen," she said. "Now comes Daenerys of House Targaryen, a woman grown and flowered, of noble blood and birth." She gave her hand one last squeeze and stepped back to join the others.
"Who comes forth to claim this woman?" asked Melisandre.
"Me. Aenar of House Targaryen and Stark, Rightful King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men. Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. Commander of the Golden Company."
"Aenar Targaryen," asked Melisandre, "Will you share your fire with Daenerys Targaryen, and warm her when the night is dark and full of terrors?"
"I swear I will." Responded Aenar with high and Strong voice. "By the flames of the Red God, I will warm her all her days."
"Daenerys, do you swear to share your fire with Aenar, and warm him when the night is dark and full of terrors?"
"Till his blood is boiling," said Daenerys with the same high and strong voice.
Melisandre's eyes shone as bright as the ruby at her throat. "Then come to me and be as one." As she beckoned, a wall of flames roared upward, and Daenerys took his, when he stretched it for her.
"Two went into the flames. One emerges. What fire joins, none may put asunder."
"What fire joins, none may put asunder," came the echo, from the men of the Golden Company, from his family and from the people of Myr, that were gathered inside the temple.
For a moment, their eyes meet shooting everyone else that was around them out of their mind, imagining it was only her and him in that great hall. They didn't need words to show what they were feeling. That look showed everything that was needed to know and say.
After he gives her a smile who she returned, Daenerys, turning around, felt her cloak being removed, making her feel as if she had lost something, but then she felt another one being placed over her shoulders and Jon's hands resting on them for a moment. Feeling the cloak and his hands resting on her shoulders was like an armour that she was sure would protect her forever and against any danger.
Then, once Daenerys turned towards him, Aenar leaned down, placing his lips on hers, giving that chaste kiss, not fiery and passionate as their passionate nights.
"Now go and show yourselves to the people of Myr, so that they may admire the union of the Prince and Princess who were promised."
And holding her hand, they made their way to the exit of the temple, and once outside, they received the cheers of all the people, when Aenar raised their intertwined hands to the air.
Leaning on her, he whispered to her, "I can't wait for night to come, so that I can have you all to myself and out of this dress, for you are driving me mad." And she felt her cheeks blush, and her legs almost give way.
After the wedding ceremony in the temple, the main guests went to the palace for the banquet. Not many of them were present. The captains of the Golden Company, a few important merchants and Magisters, from the nearest cities, except Tyrosh and Lys, and of course the guests from Westeros.
There was plenty of food eat and wine to drink, there were jesters and bards to entertain the guests, who either chatted between each other.
But before starting to eat and drink, or at least just him drinking, because Daenerys, being pregnant, decided to avoid it so that something doesn't happen to the child, Aenar heard Rhaella say aloud, "Let the dance of the newlyweds begin."
And he, leaning towards Daenerys whispering, "Would you do me the honour of granting me this dance, my love?"
"Of course, my love," she replied, smiling and standing up, and Aenar taking her hand in his, he led her towards the dance floor pulling her close to his body, of course.
After a bow, they started to dance.
Rhaella was watching her daughter and her grandson dance in the middle of the hall, while the others were watching them too. She was smiling and giggling as he was spinning around. A quite good dancer he was, and she wondered who taught him how to do it. For sure it must have been Ashara because the Sword of the Morning didn't really know how to dance.
To Daenerys on the other hand, she had taught some steps on how to do, and she was smiling for when she sometimes stepped on Aenar foot.
After a while, she saw them stop, and Aenar approach her, as someone else, Asher, asked Daenerys to dance.
"Rhaella, will you give me the pleasure of this dance?"
"Of course, I will," she said, smiling, and he took her hand. The moment he placed his hand on her waist, her blood started to boil, and heat was running through her body as it was taking fire.
"She looks happy, doesn't she?" asked Aenar whispering in her ear, and she knows very well to who he was referring.
"Yes. Never saw her so happy." She said as they were dancing, glancing at Daenerys who was talking and laughing with Alyssa and Arya.
"I love your dress," he said, spinning here, and then back in his arms, this time colliding her back against his chest. "So thigh, and provoking." Placing his hand first on her belly, and then running them along her hips.
She closed her eyes for a moment, releasing a small and quiet moan, only for him to hear.
"I can see their jealous stare on me, knowing that only I get the chance to taste your holly honey," he said, whispering, and she needs to break the contact, otherwise she will not be able to contain herself, and drag him to a room and ride him till dawn.
After a while, once they were tired, because having danced with many others who were present, they headed back to their table to start eating.
A great variety of food was served at the table, delicatessen from Essos and Westeros, and drinks of course, from both continents, Myr being a big commercial city, but apparently Daenerys' favourite food was a lemon cake, or almost everything that was with lemon.
"I see someone is very hungry," Jon said as he watches his wife take another piece of cake. She blushed, but still said, "Should I remind you I'm eating for two, dear husband?"
"Oh, you don't," he said, leaning, "That is one of the reasons I love you even more." kissing her on the corner of the mouth after he had cleaned her of the crumbs.
When it was time for the gifts, he waved to Arthur, who immediately ran to get his. While the Magistrates carried the gifts, among jewels, precious oils, clothes, money, and more, Arthur returned with the sword in his hand, wrapped in cloth with the emblem of House Targaryen on it adorned with gold embroidery.
"My love, it's time that I give you my gift now," heard Daenerys Aenar say. Turning towards him she saw placing something wrapped on the table. She was so curious and intrigued, as she was looking at him with a big smile, unwrapping it.
When the content was revealed, her smile disappeared, and she was speechless.
It was a beautiful sword. The most beautiful sword she has ever seen.
The hilt of the sword was dark purple. The grip had the shape of dragon's wings, while in the middle, there was a white dragon head whit a golden pearl in his mouth. On the grip there were two tails twisting towards the pommel, on which there was a blue jewel. A ruby, she thought.
The scabbard was too dark purple, with gold decorations on the tip and on the side where the sword enters. And the scabbard belt was also embroidered with gold and other colours of house Targaryen.
"Unsheathe the sword, Daenerys," she heard Jon said, and so she did.
Ad the blade was perfect. Although it was dark, it had a certain lightness, which made it even more beautiful.
"It's Valyrian steel Dany," Aenar said, and seeing the beautiful eyes of his wife who had tears in them that made her eyes shining, and also her smile.
Putting the sword on the table, she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Thank you, Aenar. It is magnificent," she said, and then gave him a passionate kiss, careless of who was present.
After their wedding feast, Daenerys had retired before him to their room to prepare for their wedding night. Although they had already done so and therefore neither of them was a virgin, he was very excited about it because it was like their first night.
And now, he too was heading to their room, which for this night was just his room. As he entered, he was greeted by many lighted candles that illuminated the night room, with petals of a red row on the floor, making the atmosphere very romantic. Looking towards the bed, he saw that Daenerys was not there.
"Dany," he called, receiving a moan of pleasure in response from the balcony. His heart was beating fast as he headed to the balcony.
Outside he was greeted by a vision. His beautiful Dany, resting with her hands on the railing, looking towards the joyful city, and the moon's rays that illuminated her, making her almost a goddess who had bewitched him.
She wore a beautiful blue and transparent silk dress that left little to the imagination, and in fact, he could admire her perfect ass, through it.
He began to approach her in silence admiring her ass as was pointing towards him.
Once there, Aenar wrapped his arms around her waist, sniffing it along her neck and towards her head, whispering beautiful words to her. Gods, she smelled so good of flowers and exotics oil or different perfume that was driving him mad.
Aenar felt the small baby-bum on her belly and started massaging her a little bit. She instead started moaning with pleasure, and then she moved her ass slowly, rubbing it against his cock, which was as hard as a sword in his tight pants, and praying to be set free.
Glancing behind her back, Daenerys saw the painful look on Aenar's face when she moved her ass like that against his cock in the pants, and smirking said, "Someone is eager to come out."
"Yes, he is," Aenar said as he kept kissing her, and then lowered her dress, dropping it on the floor. Now she was completely naked in front of him, with the moon blazing, making her body shine even more.
"Gods. You are even more beautiful," he said, running his hands along her hips, feeling her soft skin against his palm.
And she moaned when he first put his hands on her breasts, giving them a squeeze, and then lowered them on her pussy, which was so wet.
"Isn't my love afraid that someone will see me necked?" she asked, moaning, as he started kissing her on the neck, and squeezed her against himself, starting to stroke her pussy quickly. Gods the pressure inside his pants was almost unbearable, but he doesn't want to free his cock until he had pleased his beautiful wife with his mouth.
"So," he said between the kisses, stopping to stroking her, "Maybe I'd better take you inside," and in one motion, he picked her up and carried her to the bed, while she giggled, hugging him, and biting his earlobe.
Placing her on the bed, Aenar continued kissing her, holding himself with one hand, while the other brought her on her wet cunt, rubbing it slowly.
She moaned as he was kissing her, running her hands through his free hair, and he started his journey downward, marking her neck, as he kept stroking her.
When he reached her breast, he started to kiss around her nipples, and then pass his tongue over them. Gods the pleasure she felt was almost unbearable, as he licked her sensitive nipples, and keeping stroking her pussy. Daenerys wanted to squeeze her tights, so she would last more, but was so difficult.
After leaving her sucked breast, he kept traveling down, but now no longer stroking her pussy, when he reached his destination, feeling his breath on her wet cunt, that was almost reaching her peak.
"So wet you are, my beautiful wife. I can smell your coming is near," she heard him say, but didn't really pay attention because her pussy was trembling in anticipation for his tongue.
She knew that there is the possibility that the moment he places his lips on her, she will release immediately, but Daenerys really tried to use all her strength to delay.
The moment he dropped his mouth to her cunt, using his tongue to lick broadly over her lower lips, she cursed loudly "Fuck!" because of the sensation and without a warning.
In the same moment when she felt that, Daenerys hands found his hair as he teased her until her thighs quivered either side of his head. When he focused in on her clit, she mewled, arching off the bed while cursing his name once more. Jon chuckled against her, the vibrations making her squirm against his mouth. He moved again, lapping at her entrance before bringing one hand to push two fingers inside her, easily finding that sweet spot inside her walls that made her melt for him. Her walls clenched around his fingers, making him grin more, and Daenerys squeezed the shits with the other hands. He sucked on her clit again, grinning as she began to whimper, pleading with him so he'd guide her towards her release.
"Jon! My Jon…Oh!...pleas, I" she gasped "I can't…."
But she couldn't finish that he pushes three fingers inside her and against her sweet spot while nipping at her clit. She came hard, her release coating his face as she cried out his name, her voice hoarse from all the loudly moaning and screams and swearing. But despite that, he didn't pull away his head and Daenerys didn't have the strength to do so too. She felt his wet tongue liking around, and then she saw him rising up, wiping his mouth after he licked his lips.
After he had feasted with her sacred juice, Jon got up and while standing at the foot of the bed, he watched the pleased look on his bride's face as she caught her breath again, with her eyes closed and a smile on her lips. She was a vision at this moment. Completely naked on the red sheets of the bed, and with her hair free on it.
"Now my handsome husband," she said after a few minutes, opening her eyes, and bringing one hand on her pussy, with spread thigs, "It's time that you fill me up with your cock and with your seed."
Without wasting time, Aenar stripped himself of the clothes immediately, freeing that way his hard cock who was straight.
He strokes himself a few times with the hand that still had her juice on it to make him more slick, then went back on the bed, starting to make his way up her body, from her beautiful thighs till her lips, with kisses, making her also giggle and moan.
Now, once he was between her still opened legs, he was ready to poison himself at her entrance, but just when he was ready to enter inside her, she pushed away, and on his back.
Then climbing over him, she said, "First, I'm going to taste you," kissing him down on the lips and biting them. "Then I'm going to ride you."
She started to leave tails of kisses from his lips, down his neck, biting him, then toward the chest, and down his abs and reaching her destination for sure. And for all this time as she was moving over him, she was stroking her soaked pussy against his body, and by all Gods that was driving him mad.
"Dany. You need…. Oh…." he groaned the moment she took his cock in hand and started to stroke him. Then she started to tease his cock with her tongue and lips before taking the tip into her mouth. He groaned her name loudly, moving his hands to grasp at her hair, but she pushed his hands away as she sucked him off. She kept her eyes open and on his as she moved her mouth along the length of his cock, Jon grunted her name as she took the whole length of his cock without gagging. Her slow movements had him grunting and pleading for mercy. "Dany, please."
He thought that when she stopped it was for mercy, but then she sat over him, and with his cock in her hand, she started to rub the head of his cock against her cunt in a very slow and teasing way, moaning and smiling with closed eyes.
The teasing felt like it was lasting generations, as she keeps slicking his coke, despite he did that before climbing on the bed, and groaning he said squeezing the sheets, "Gods woman. Stop teasing."
Aenar opening his eyes saw her smiling down at him in an evil way, she positioned the cock at her entrance, sliding slowly, in an almost painful way, over him. Gods, she was so tight that was almost crushing him and almost drawing him inside.
She moaned as her cunt swallowed him whole and he released a growl of pleasure. Smiling at him, Daenerys took his hands and placed one on each of her breasts, and he immediately gives them a squeeze, making her moan and whip at the same time.
"Carefully, my love. Remember, they are very sensitive.
"I love your tits anyway, my beautiful wife," he said, making her moan, passing his thumb over her hard nipples, "Especially now that they are slowly growing."
She wrapped her hands on the outsides of his, forcing him to roughly cup and squeeze them as she ever so slightly began to rock her hips.
She moaned as she felt his cock inside of her and his hands on her breast. She removed her hand from his, put them on his toned chest.
She started to move her hips a little more as she enjoyed the way his cock filled her cunt so perfectly. Before long she was riding him hard and fast and without mercy. She bent over and kissed his plump lips as she continued her assault. She felt the way his cock twitched inside of her causing waves of pleasure to wash over her as her climax neared.
He sat up as she rode him and she was surprised he grabbed her hair and pulled it, causing her to move her head backward and exposed her neck to him. He greedily attacked her neck with open-mouthed kisses and started match the movements of her hips with deep thrust of his own. He moved his mouth from her neck to her breast as he continued to fuck her hard. Soon you could only hear moans and growls and flesh hitting flesh at a feverish pace. Her back started to ache and she could feel her climax beginning to wash over her.
"Jon I'm about to…" she moaned as he silenced her with a searing kiss so forceful that she fell onto her back and he fell on top of her. She was on her back and he was on top; he was now in control and he continued to fuck her hard. He kept on kissing her on the mouth and finally, she pulled away and screamed his name as she came. To her surprise he did not slow down, he continued fuck her hard at a relentless pace.
After several more powerful thrust, she could feel him reaching his peak. "Daenerys I'm about to…" She smiled and pulled him down for a kiss, and wrapping her legs around him stroking his shoulder blades.
After a few thrusts, the muscles of her cunt tighten around his cock as he growled and shot his seed deep into her womb. He collapsed on top of her and after a few minutes rolled off her and laid on his back next to her.
She placed her head on his sweaty chest and smiled as she said, "That was amazing." She could feel that her cunt was dripping with his seed.
"We're not done yet," her husband declared, as he was breathing fast. "I want to take you from behind."
Daenerys started to laugh, as she was laying over him breathless, and her laughs were ringing through him.
"You need to give me a few minutes to recover, dear husband. You may be gifted and recover fast, but remember that I'm with child," she said running her fingers along the shapes of his chest and abs. He chuckled, caressing her side with his thumb.
"If you do this, you are only encouraging me to take you," he said kissing her forehead.
They stayed in silence for some time savoring that moment, naked and hugged, savoring the night air of Myr coming from its bay.
"So...I heard you want to send me to buy the Unsullied."
"Buy? No. I don't buy men. I free them," he said, looking at the ceiling of their chamber. "But yes. I would like to give you this assignment. Obviously only if you agree."
"Of course I agree," she said, proudly and with determination.
"Good. But let's leave this for after. Now I want to fuck you…."
"From behind. I know," she said, rising from his chest. "So what are you waiting, she said, positioning herself on her hands and knees.
Daenerys then felt him rise up and positioning himself behind her, as he placed both of his hands on her hips in order to position her in the right position. She could feel his hard cock between the cheeks of her ass, stroking a bit, and that made her moan.
He then removed one hand and the next thing she knew was that she gasped and saw stars as she felt his cock filling her cunt from behind and starting to lightly thrust inside her.
"Fuck Aenar!" She moaned and screamed with pleasure. She felt as his cock thrusting against her womb as he slowly and carefully, fuck her. "Aenar fuck me... fuck me harder and faster."
And he did that, started to thrust harder and faster. She gasped as she moaned in pleasure.
Tightening his grip on her waist with one hand, her Jon moved the other to her clit, massaging it, as he began to thrust his cock even faster into her dripping wet cunt. Her eyes flew opened and started to scream out in pleasure as her core muscles began to tingle around his member. All she could hear were the sounds of flesh slapping flesh. She watched as her breasts bounced to the rhythm of his thrusting… She could not believe how fast he was fucking her, and how much strength he still had. She screamed at the pleasure, as she knew she was getting close to her climax. After all, they fucked a lot tonight
He removed his hand from her clit, grabbing her hair from behind, using it to pull her back against his chest as he continued to fuck her hard. This took her by surprise, and a pleasant smile on her lips.
Once she was flush against his chest, he started kissing her neck with sloppy open mouth kisses, while he again began to massage her clit with the fingers of one hand and the other roughly squeezed her sensitive breast. The pleasure was nearly overwhelming. "Seven hells Aenar! Fuck!" She screamed as her orgasm shot through.
Daenerys could no longer hold herself up and fell back on her hand and knees. But that didn't stop Aenar from fucking her, placing his hands back on her waist as he started to thrust even deeper and faster. She felt him pulling her hips closer to him with each of his thrusts getting impossibly deep and kissing her womb with each thrust. She gasped in a pleasure-filled pain and she knew she could not take much more. Her husband continued to fuck her at the frantic pace, causing her arms to go numb and her, fall onto her stomach. She gasped as he fell with her onto the bed and continued to thrust.
"FUCK!" She shouted as she kept on feeling his cock kiss her womb. She was panting and could feel another orgasm approaching. She knew it would not take much longer for her to come undone.
She was stunned when Jon grabbed her hair and fell backward on the bed. This caused their position to change so that he was now on his back and she was laying down with her back on his chest.
She moaned as one of his hands returned to her breast and the other back to her cunt.
She then felt his warm breath on her ear as he whispered, "Cum for me, Dany... Cum for your husband."
At those words, she came completely undone. She screamed in the air as another, more powerful, orgasm washed through her. "Fuck! Jon!" She felt as her wetness escaped her cunt and dripping between them. To her surprise, she felt the hand her husband had on her bundle of nerves leave, although he continued to thrust his hard member into her pussy.
Jon then rolled her back onto her hands and knees and continued to thrust inside her cunt. While he was fucking, she felt as one of his hands went down her stomach and up to her breast as he continued to squeeze and cupped them while his twin was slapping against her flesh.
"Fuck Daenerys!" He growled as his pace picked up.
She knew he was close… The feeling of his cock twitching in her cunt was amazing and she knew she was nearing yet another orgasm. She gasped when he grabbed her hair and pulled it so that she fell back against his chest once again. He kissed her mouth, and both broke apart as they both screamed as they both reached their peak, again. She felt her core muscles constricting around his member as her needy womb milked every drop of seed from his cock. She smiled as she felt his warm seed inside her cunt.
They both panted for air as he wrapped his arms around her chest. She could still feel his cock inside her cunt, she smiled as he kissed the back of her shoulder. She heard him taking another deep breath as he pulled his cock out of her cunt fell and moved her so that she was no longer laying on top of him, but next to him in the bed.
They were laying one against the other, she with her back against him, and he with the hand wrapped around her, breathing fast.
"Now, after this magnificent last fuck, we need a lot of rest," kissing her on the neck and shoulder. "Especially you. Because you have a little one in there."
"You didn't think about our little one when you fucked me like a mad man," she said.
"I'm sorry. I got carried…" he said, but didn't end it because she felt him hard as sleep.
"Good night, my love," she whispered, kissing his arm that was hugging her, falling asleep. She was very tired too.