Chapter 34: The Perfumed Sister

Tyrosh

Aenar was sitting on the site that usually belonged to the Archon in the Great Room where the conclave reunites. But now, inside there weren't the Magisters, but his captains, his lovers, the Kingsguard, and the rebel leader, that was in the middle of the room for an audience, with some of his men.

The city was theirs already for some hours, outside it was dark, with his men patrolling it to keep the peace, and now, before the preparations for tomorrow's feast of victory began, he had to deal with them.

(The conversation is in Valyrian.)

"I hope that, by saving your wives and daughters, I will have your help in keeping the peace in Tyrosh between the various factions," said Aenar, looking toward the man. Their leader.

"We want to see the head of the Pirate King!" shouted another man, with long hairs, but the leader silenced him.

"What my...my friend wants to say," said Zarrontal, glaring at the men before returning his attention back to him, "is that we want vengeance against those who have mistreated our wives and daughters."

"They are dead. There is no way to get revenge," replied Aenar.

"No! Not all of them. The Magisters are still alive. So are the citizens of Tyrosh!" said the other man again, stepping forward and in a very angry manner. "Not to mention the fact that the Pirate King's ships and men are here. He himself is here!" shouting and pointing the finger at Aurane Waters, who was there with them, but who was not part of the council anyway, and Aenar realized that it was a mistake to bring him here. His soldiers immediately stepped forward, blocking the way of the man, and Zarrontal pushed him back, whispering something in a very angry way.

"I apologize for my friend's temperament, but his lover has had the worst fate of all, and abused the most, so he got overwhelmed by anger."

"Then he should learn to control it. The pirates are here because they have ships, and they have been warned that at the first wrong step, they die. And the same goes to you," said Aenar, looking first at the long-haired man and then turning his attention back to Zarrontal.

"Let us return to the matter of Tyrosh. I need a ruling council that will rule the city in my name. I want them to be chosen among everyone, no matter the class. And I ask for twelve members to be elected."

"Why twelve?"

"Doesn't matter why. Just the purpose of it. I will inform the city tomorrow morning, before the preparations for the celebration feast of victory."

"The feast for the victory?" Zarrontal asked seriously, "With all due respect, Commander, but we have lost dear people to us in this battle. We want at least three days of mourning for the city."

Aenar looked for a moment at those who were present, and they all nodded in agreement in delay the feast for the men. So, turning his attention to Zarrontal, he said, "You will have the three days. After that, the feast to celebrate the victory will happen. However, I want the names for the Council by tomorrow."

Zarrontal nodded, leaving the room, while the man with long hairs gave him a deadly look before following his leader.

(End of the conversation in valyrian.)

Ethenaine, getting up said, "If you want for peace to rule within these walls, he will be a problem. The hate he is feeling towards the magisters, the merchant, and the pirates, will turn into hatred towards you and all those who are dear to you. I suggest you kill him before he causes too much chaos."

"No, Ethenaine. If I do, I will provoke the slaves. However, I will keep an eye on him," replied Aenar, getting up too. "Now I really need a great amount of rest."

With that, he left this building, heading to find the Archon's palace, that he took as his palace in Tyrosh.

Archon's palace…

When they arrived there, they have been informed that the Household have been gathered in the great hall and watched attentively, and they started to head there, however stopping for a moment to admire the great and wealthy palace. It has a set of black-stone walls, and once inside, he could see that in contrast to the dark walls that surround it, the Palace itself was carved from pale stone, chased in gold and bronze.

"Well. One thing is sure. The man didn't mind the costs for the wealthy that is inside here," Daenerys said, as she looks around.

A few steps from the entrance, there was an opening in the vault, and in the middle of it, there was a big and tall statue, resembling a warrior who was wearing a scaled armour, holding a dragon helmet on his left side, and pointing the sword towards the sky as if it was shouting something.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" came Aenar's voice, as he stepped next to her, and started to look at the statue.

"Yes, it is. He must have been a Dragonlord from old Valyria," she said, glancing at her husband.

"Or maybe Aegon the Conquer himself."

"Or maybe your namesake. Aenar the exile," she said, jokingly and smiling, before seriously asking, "Where will the Archon and his family live now?"

"I don't know, and don't care," he said, dismissing the topic. "I need a hot bath. Will you join me?"

"No later."

He nodded, starting to move, followed by Ser Arthur, and her mother. She on the other hands wanted to explore this mansion, and so she started to walk in the opposite direction, followed by Ser Barristan and some other guards.

As she was walking through the hallways, Daenerys how richly the walls were decorated with different figures and scenes. Mostly about old Valyria and its wars, but in addition to those, in many of them, she noticed that there was a tall, muscular, hairless man, but adorned with jewels, almost as if he was a king.

"Strange portraits," Ser Barristan said, and she agreed with him, as she keeps moving.

Trough the windows that were on hallways, she could see what there was outside, and what the walls of the palace were hiding: gardens, pools, and fountains filled with flowers, hedges, and trees that came from across Essos and the Summer Isles, as well as flocks of brightly coloured peacocks and parrots. And now they were lighted by the moonlight, and it was definitely an amazing sight to behold. After this little distraction, Daenerys resumed her walking.

When she reaches a room with two big doors, very well carved with the emblem of a phoenix reborn, Daenerys started to open it but stumbled in a girl who fell to the ground. She was quite beautiful, young, with light hair.

"Excuse my manners," Daenerys said, trying to help the girl get up from the floor, but she immediately backed away in fear. "You don't have to fear, girl. No one is going to hurt you."

The girl looked at her for a moment, before moving her gaze to Ser Barristan and the guards behind her. Daenerys glanced at them, and nodded, "It's all right, Ser Barristan, I'm sure the girl isn't a danger." Then turning her attention back to her, Daenerys asked, "What's your name?"

"Sahana Sadaris," the girl replied in the common tongue, but Daenerys could hear the delightful Valyrian accent behind.

At that moment, a little boy came running towards the girl, stopping and immediately pointing a sword at Daenerys, but she could see that he has a shaking hand. He too was afraid and breathing quite fast.

The guards and Ser Barristan drew the swords too, but she stepped between them, to stop. "Don't worry boy. We won't hurt you." She didn't want innocent blood to be spilled.

Turning to the boy, Daenerys asked, "What's your name?" but the boy didn't respond, and didn't even lower his sword until it was his sister who took the charge, lowering the boy's hand and getting up.

"His name is Salladhor. He only speaks Valyrian, not the common tongue," the girl said, wrapping an arm around him. "You are his wife? The dragon princess that was camped outside the city before his coming?"

"Yes. Your father bent the knee and surrendered the city to the Commander of the Golden Company, and we take this house as our seat and his wealth."

"What will become of us?"

"Nothing. You can stay in this house, live in her and become one of my handmaids," Daenerys said, raising her hand to stope Ser Barristan from speaking because she knows very well what he wanted to say. Then turning back to the girl, she continued, "or you can leave."

"Will he kill my father and brothers?"

"No. He bent the knee," Daenerys replied, with the hands intertwined on her belly, "As for your brothers, they can join our army, or become whatever they want, as long as they are loyal, of course," and glancing at the little boy, who was looking at her with furrowed eyebrow. "So, what you decided?"

"I will. I will be your handmaids. But you need to promise that you won't hurt Salladhor," the girl said, squizzing her arms around her little brother in a more protective way.

"I give you my word."

Aenar, in the meantime, entered the great hall of the palace and looked at the people that were gathered inside. Some were in chains, but others weren't. "I will go straight to the point. This palace now belongs to me, and the Archon has bent the knee as well as those who ruled this city."

Then approaching the one that was looking at him with hatred, he said, "Who are you?"

"Seetho, chief of his guards," the man replied, and Aenar looked glanced at Arthur, before returning his attention back to the man. Indeed, he looked like a thought warrior, and the men continued, "And if you were a true warrior of honour, you would give me the possibility to defend myself."

"Luckily for you, I'm not in the mood for a fight right now," Aenar replied looking at the others. "But I have an offer for you. You are free to leave the palace, go for your one road or stay and serve me."

They started to look at each other for a moment and whisper between themselves in valyrian language, before one stepping forward, asked, "What about the Archon?"

"He is alive. For now."

"Before we decide we want to speak with him."

"Then go and speak for all I care. Take the others to the dungeon below," Aenar replied, leaving the Great hall, before heading in the direction of the room with the bathtub.

It was a very big bathtub the one in the Archon's mansion, with marble around it, and carved pillars of naked women on the sides of it. Thank you, Arthur, but I think you can leave now."

His mentor looked around for a moment before nodding, "I will be outside."

Aenar took off his armour, his tunic and all naked get in the great tub, releasing a groan at the pleasantly hot water, but also because his back hurted like hell. The damn Aurane Water had hit him really hard and bad with his valyrian sword, and he needs plenty of rest, and maybe the loving hands of his lovers, that will lovely cares his shoulder blades.

As he was resting on the sides of the tube, Aenar felt warm and wet hands on his back gently caressing him, and that made him release a moan feeling also how his cock stirred in the water.

"Is my little dragon hurt?" whispered Rhaella hugging him lightly, but he could feel her hard nipples against his back.

"Mmmmm ...yes, but nothing that your touch can't heal," he replied, earning her giggles in return, and her light kisses on his back. "But I warn you that you won't be able to ride me because I doubt, I can lay on the back tonight and tomorrow."

"Does it hurt that much?" she asked this time with concern, and he nodded, however, when he no longer could feel her naked body against him, and her movement through the water, he knows that she was moving away. Turning he asked immediately, "Where are you going?"

"To make you an ointment that will ease the pain," she replied, as he grabbed her hand.

"But you can't leave me like this," he said pointing at his hard cock. "I want you," he added, approaching her, and bending down to kiss her and starting to back her away. "I want to be inside you, to lick you, and to worship you. You deserve a great reward for bringing the rebels to our side," he said kissing her neck and squeezing her ass, but she stopped him, and looking up at him, "You will do it. But another day."

With that, she left, and Aenar released a groan, sitting back in the tube pouting.

"How is he?" Asked Daenerys, as she was heading to the chambers that were getting ready for them, and seeing her mother come in her way, wearing only a very light dress, but she knows they didn't fuck.

"His back is hurting, and I'm going to make an ointment that will ease the pain of his back," her mother said.

"And what the late Queen of the Seven Kingdoms know about ointment?" she asked, jokingly with a smile, and starting to follow her mother.

"Since the late queen spent fourteen years hiding through the Free Cities of Essos," her mother said chuckling, and wrapping one hand around her shoulder, as they were walking.

After bathing, Aenar took Blackfyre and headed to the room that was prepared for them, alone, with a towel around his waist, and in his path, he stumbled upon a girl that resembles in some treats the late archon, and so he stopped.

The girl immediately looking down, said, "Iksan vaoreznuni, udrāzmio." (I'm sorry commander.)

"It's all right. Who are you, girl?" he asked in the common tongue, crossing his arms and waiting for her to reply.

She hesitated for a moment, clearly afraid of him, but with the gaze looking down, said, "Brōzio ñuha iksis Sahana Sadaris."

The archon daughter she must be. "And Why are you still her, Sahana?"

"Your wife, the princess. She said that I could stay here, and serve her as a handmaid, Commander," the girl said, trying her best to say in the common tongue, even though the Valyrian accent could be. "Please, Commander. Allow me to stay in this mansion. I will be your servant, your slave. Anything you want, just don't throw me out of my home, in the streets were the enemies of my father could thorn me apart."

He saw her tearful eyes and didn't know if they were true or just an acting she was doing, but after a few moments of hesitation, he nodded, but never lowering his guard, because he knows what was hiding behind her plead of resting. The scheming plan of the archon who wants to take back his wealth.

"Just don't stick your nose into our business," he said, passing her, and resuming his walk to the chambers.

When he reached there, he saw two soldiers of the Golden Company already standing there and Ser Artur too.

"Did you choose your room?" asked Aenar.

"Yes. That one," Arthur said pointing his finger towards one that was a few steps from his, "I want to be near if something bad happens. I don't trust them."

And Aenar chuckled, shaking his head. "I hope you know that from this one will come plenty of noise in the next days."

"I don't doubt, your grace. But it's not the first time," he said seriously, and Aenar rolled at his 'your grace.' He told him plenty of times not to call him that way since he was like a father to him, but the Kingsguard keep doing.

Patting his shoulder, Aenar opened the door stopping for a moment, mesmerized by what his eyes were seeing. It was a large and very beautiful room. A big exotic bed on the side with red embodied in gold sheets, a craved table, with some chairs, carpets on the floor, and lighted candles.

He headed then to the balcony, feeling the cool air rising and from the narrow sea and caressing his bare chest. The torches were lighting the streets of the city and the moon was high in the sky, lighting straight their balcony. Indeed, this mansion seems the one of a very wealthy man.

Returning back inside, he saw that Arthur was still there, standing, and waiting, but he knows that his mentor may be tired too, and smiling he said, "Go and take some rest, Arthur. Tomorrow I want you fresh and rested for a good training. I need to improve my skills."

The man chuckled, and after giving a bow, he left the room, and Aenar on the other hand throw the linen cloth that was covering him away and let himself fall on the bed, sighing.

Gods, it feels so good to finally rest. Between the fight against the Pirate King and the haste to get to Tyrosh, he had barely time to rest properly.

When they returned back to their chambers, that was guarded by two soldiers of the golden company, Daenerys saw her husband lying on the bed, naked in all his glory, resting his head on a red pillow and the hands under it.

"Do you think he is sleeping?" Daenerys asked, whispering to his mother, but before she could reply, came Aenar's voice, groaning, "I am awake. At least for now."

And they both giggled, heading toward the bed.

Lying next to him, Daenerys pulled some of his curly dark hairs from the face and behind the ear, eyeing him, as her mother climbed on top of him, making Aenar release a groan.

"Gods, woman. Do you want to kill me?"

"No. I want to rub this ointment on your back, and tomorrow you will feel much better," her mother said, taking some in her hand, and he nodded.

When she started to apply some, and rub his shoulders, Aenar groaned, squeezing his eyes, and she jokingly said, "The mighty dragonlord fought a Dothraki Khal in an open field and is whinnying at this little rub."

He said nothing, just laid there, as her mother keep doing her work.

Sighing, Daenerys laid too on her back looking at the vault, and only now noticing the decoration on it. It was an embodied scene of a man, bald, with a beard and well build, lying on a bed, with a goblet on his hand, surrounded by lots of beautiful women, all naked.

What an old and creepy man this archon must have been, she taught, before shaking her head, and asking, "Aenar? Are you in a good mood?"

"Why are you asking?" he replied, with the face buried in the pillow.

"Because I wanted to inform you that I'm taking the archon's daughter as my handmaid and lady in waiting."

"I meet her, you know. But the response to this is no."

"Why no?" she asked, lifting on her elbow to look at him, who turning his head to her, said, "I don't trust her. We took her house, we took her wealth, we took the city that her father ruled. Until a few hours ago she was a very rich and important woman, now she is nothing except a citizen of Tyrosh, with a lot of enemies and that in secret may crave revenge against us, just like many others outside there. Taking her at your service or whatever you want, will give her the means to achieve her vengeance."

"Well, it's not your decision to take," she said starting to get angry, and lying again on her back, resting the hands on her belly.

"Yes, it is. At least when it comes to protecting my family."

"I will have her at my service, Aenar Targaryen, and there is no room of debate," she said in defiance, turning her back at him.

Gods this woman drives him mad with her defiance. All he wanted was to keep his family safe and not open the door of their home to every stranger who wanted to come at their service, but she keeps this behavior.

"I will talk with her tomorrow, and try to change her mind," said Rhaella, bending down and whispering. "How are you feeling?"

"Much better. Thank you."

She kissed his cheek, before climbing down, and moving away from the bed, as Aenar sighed. If she was going to sit on top of him a minute longer, he didn't know if he would have been able to resist to not bury his cock deep in her pussy.

A few moments later, he felt her lye next to them, or to be precise, between him and Daenerys, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that she was naked and felt his coke starting to harden. Immediately he shouted close his eyes, trying to divert his mind from the perfect forms of the naked woman that was next to him.

Next morning…

After the ointment that Rhaella placed on his back, and this long and resentful night, Aenar woke up full of energy, and looking around he saw that he was alone.

As he stood up, Aenar began to look around and saw that his armour was already hanging there, and his clothes next to it.

Stretching himself he walked towards it and began to dress them. After having tied Blackfyre to his hip, he left the room, followed by the two guards who were there and who informed him where Daenerys and Rhaella were.

Entering the room, he saw Daenerys, Rhaella, Arthur, Ser Barristan, and Ser Jorah, breaking their fast, and because of the good smell that the food emanated, his stomach growled. Gods he was starving. Last night, because he was so tired, he didn't even breakfast.

"I see you started without me," he jokingly said.

"Well, It's your fault. You slept more than usual," Daenerys replied, licking her finger of the honey, and jokingly at the same time.

Aenar chuckled, raising her chin, and bending down to kiss her lips that still tasted of honey, and then kissing Rhaella before sitting down and starting to eat.

"Did you sleep well, my dear," asked Rhaella, smiling.

"Magnificently," he replied, with a huge smile, seeing Daenerys take another slice of lemon-cake, before turning to Arthur asking, "What happened to those who were on the ships from Westeros?"

"They are our prisoners."

"Good. After this meal, we are going to make them a good visit. Can't wait to meet them."

"And Aurane Waters?" asked Rhaella, taking a sip from her goblet of pear brandy. "You saw that the Tyroshi freed slave were pretty pissed yesterday."

"I know they were. But I need him on my side. I made a deal with him."

"What deal?" she asked, trying to keep her anger at bay, definitely caused because of him doing the deal behind their back.

"He is going to be the commander of the Sea Watch, when we will take the Seven Kingdom, and maybe even Grand admiral of the Royal fleet. It will all depend on those who are going to support the usurper and who is not."

"Do you really trust him?"

"Never said that I trusted him," he muttered in his goblet, and glancing at her, "But anyway, back to the topic. During my reign, he will hunt down every pirate who sails our water and the stepstones are one of them, and we will share the spoils. 60-40, I would say, but still, need to debate on that."

"And what if he will use this treasure against you? Against us?" asked Rhaella.

"Oh, he can try. I'm sure Caraxes would love to burn some good woods for the fireplace," he replied chuckling, before getting up. "Come Arthur. Let's visit the prisoners."

"Can we join you?" asked Daenerys getting up too, and he saw the confused and worried look of Rhaella. Prisons weren't pleasant places and he really didn't want for her to get affected, but nodded, knowing that a fight with Daenerys is lost since it even starts.

These were the worst dungeons that she has ever seen, even though the truth was, that she didn't see a lot of them. But what surprised her was the fact that the archon mansion had them.

"Are the black cells of the Red Keep gloomy and cold like these ones?" Daenerys asked, whispering to her mother.

"Worse."

They keep walking for a while, till they reached one of the cells. The prison guard opened the door, and inside, Daenerys saw some men chained. They were wearing tunics embodied with emblems and of different colours.

"So, you are the captains of the ships that were sent by Westeros, aren't you?" her husband asked approaching one of them. "What is your name?"

The man didn't respond, and the prison guard gives him a punch, "Answer, bastard!"

The man coughed, struggling to breath and spitting some blood to the floor, before looking up with hatred, "My name is Imry Florent, and soon you will pay for this dirty bastard."

"Oh, a Florent boy are you, eh?" Aenar said making. Then looking towards Rhaella, he asked, "Didn't Stannis Baratheon let you escape?" and she nodded. "I really wonder what the usurper is going to do to him and your Florent House when he finds out about this."

"You will rote in the Seven Hells, bastard!"

"Oh, but first you," Aenar said, pulling out Blackfire and sticking it straight through his skull. Daenerys immediately turned the other side at that sigh, and hear the other prisoners starting to fret.

"Quiet!" shouted Aenar, and everyone stopped. "Now that the cunt that was commanding you is dead you will sail for me. Otherwise, you will have his end."

She saw them node immediately and start to reveal their names and the Houses to which they belonged. Daenerys didn't know many of them, but she could beet they were mainly from the Stormlands and crownlands.

After that they left the cell where the Westerosi men were chained, heading towards where the commanders of the Company were held, and she couldn't wait to see the face of those arrogant bastards. Especially of the one with the mark on his forehead.

Upon entering, Aenar saw that the sellsword commanders were in a far worse state than the captains of the ships from King's Landing. Approaching them, he started to look at them carefully, up and down, and despite that state, he could still see the proudness in their look as they were gazing back at him. They were tall, even when they were on their knees in front of him, very intimidatory, but not for him. However, he was sure that if he fought them, they would have been a far more though opponent than Khal Drogo.

Taking a long breath, of death and imprisonment, Aenar asked, "So, you are the twins' commanders of the Company of the Roses?"

But they didn't respond, looking at him in defiance, and without fear. One would have thought that having a dragonlord in front of him would make them piss themselves but not this one.

"Thorkwin and Thorkilt are their names," came Daenerys' voice as she approached. "The first one is the one with the mark on his forehead, and he is the one who asked me to be ready and wet to welcome his bloody cock when this battle is won."

"Is that so?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"If you have honour, you will give us the possibility to fight or defend our lives," said Thorkilt. "As a commander to the other."

"I never said that I will kill you."

"Then what are you going to do to us?" asked the marked man, clearly confused.

"Ever heard about the Night's Watch."

"I would rather fight and die here, than at the damn Wall with rapists and criminals!" roared the marked man, struggling to get up, and towering over him, but Aenar only smirked. Yes. His plan in making them lose control was working.

Moving away, he smiled at Daenerys, before saying, "Well, besides dying her and dying at the wall, I can give you the possibility to fight for me in the conquest of Westeros. Of course, without a contract and a payment. You still have enough men from your company."

The proposal stunned them for sure and the marked man bent again because of the wounds, and his brother Thorkilt asked, "You want us to fight for you?"

"Fight for me or fight for the Night's watch, it's up to you, but in the end, you will fight," Aenar said, starting to head toward the door of the cell, but before leaving it, he added, "You have two days to decide. After that, you will leave for the wall."

With that, he left, followed by everyone who accompanied, and hear Daenerys say, "What do you think? Will they accept?"

"They don't have a choice. They are war prisoners and I would say, precious prisoners since they are fearsome warriors," he said, glancing at her. "Come. Let's go and train. I need to release some energy and improve my techniques. Waters give me a hell of a fight. And you should train too, considering that you want to leave for Qarth."

Some hours later…

The sun was setting on the Narrow Sea when they returned back to their palace, for dinner and to take a pleasantly warm bath.

Rhaella was not in a great mood as she couldn't find Aurane Water since he wasn't in the city, and her nephew didn't know either Aurane was, so she had a bad feeling about it.

"Still with that dark mood, dear Rhae?" came Aenar voice, snapping her out from the void she was gazing.

Shaking her head, she replied, "Yes. I'm still pissed that you didn't send ships in search of Aurane waters."

"I didn't send ships in search of him, because his beast is still here, his horn is still here, and his fleet is still here," he said, taking a long sip.

"But what if he brings the enemy inside this city?"

"Then he dies, my dear grandmother," he replied drinking all the brandy, before getting up and leaving the room, followed by Arthur.

"What do you think Daenerys?"

"That we should have fate in Aenar. I'm sure he knows what he is doing and why he doesn't send soldiers to search for Aurane Waters," her daughter replied, getting up. "Put these thoughts aside, mother, and let's go and enjoy the hot bath. I'm sure this little one will love some warm water like a true dragon," she added placing her hand on the belly, and Rhaella giggled following her, but still with the mind uneasy about Waters.

When they got to the room of the tube, they saw that it was getting ready for them, and Aenar was sitting on one of the couch that was there, with the top tunic open, and the hairs untied, as he was stroking his forehead. He must be very tired since he pushed himself over the limits in the training yard, trying to face more opponent than one, failing of course, but never giving up. Another trait inherited from his father.

"You can go," Rhaella said, to the girls, as Daenerys sited on Aenar's lap, with the legs on the side, and started to kiss him hungrily. This was another effect of the pregnancy.

Once they were left alone, Rhaella started to take off her dress, listening to her daughter's moans of pleasure, and when she looked towards the couch, she saw Aenar tear her dress in half, freeing her growth breast, and attacking them, making Daenerys lean back. Rhaella shook her head at the torn garment. What a waste of good quality fabric.

Her Jon was devouring her of his, and suck, squeeze, and bits, and she didn't know if she could still resist without having it inside her.

Pulling away, Jon looked straight in her eyes, before brushing some hairs from her face and capturing her lips in a sealed kiss.

During this long kiss, as their tongue were battling, Jon rose up, with her in his arms, before, lowering her on the back, and starting to untie his trousers in a hasty way.

Deanery in the meantime was glancing between him and her mother, who in a sensual way and naked, moved towards the tube. Her hairs were still braided, and Aenar loved in fucking her like that. Daenerys on the other hand had let them freely.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she fell his hand on her pussy, making her gasp, and his thumb starting to stroke her clit.

him stroke the head over up and down her slit, his cock brushing up against your swollen clit at the top of each pass. The air was quickly filling with the scent of her arousal as her Jon continued to tease her with his manhood, before entering her in one motion. She immediately placed her hand on his but, locking her legs and therefore pushed him deeper.

He groaned bending down and starting to kiss her, as he starts to move his hips first slowly, and then gradually picking up the pace.

He continued to thrust, and he bent his head to bite and play with her nipples. Her breasts were much bigger now that she was pregnant, and he heard her whimper and squirm beneath him.

"Jon, oh gods Jon," she loudly moaned; her eyes squeezed tightly shut, the nails digging into his arms and shoulder, mouth open in sheer pleasure, and with her heavy and round breasts shaking violently from each vigorous thrust that came from her husband.

She met each of his thrusts with her rutting up at him, her pussy swallowing up his cock, while he slammed her hard against the couch, and feeling that her climax was approaching and she was sure that soon he too will be on the edge.

"So tight," Jon grunted with clenched teeth, never slowing the pace, on contrary, he started fucking faster and harder as time went.

After a few moments she felt him start to slow, but she arched her back when a wave of pleasure hit her, and she came, touching her breast, and then suddenly, she feels him pull out and groaning. Daenerys wanted to open her eyes to see what is happening, but couldn't do it in time as hot seed starting to spill on her reaching even her face, as more of them landed on her belly, before feeling him sit on the couch. She on the other stretched her legs and feeling her pussy pulsating, as started to spread his seed on her belly, and wipe the one from her face, sighing pleasantly.

She was still panting. Her chest moving up and down, as Jon was stroking her feet that were on his lap. He too was breathless, but she knew he will recover quickly, and ready for another round. His warm seed was on her belly, as she spread it, and opening her eyes for a moment, seeing her mother in the tube, with closed eyes, and immersed in her own world it seems. She worried too much Daenerys wanted to say but decided to keep it to herself.

"How are you feeling?" she heard him ask and give a kiss to the bridge of her foot, making her giggle. "I was a bit out of control, but-"

"Don't worry. It was beautiful."

He smiled, giving another kiss, before getting up and heading towards the tub. She closed her eyes, feeling sore because of this fucking. She needs a few moments of resting, before heading to the thumb to clean herself.

Rhaella in the meantime was enjoying the warmest of the water, but with a storming mind. She had so many things on her mind right now. With the fall of Tyrosh, Lys will be theirs soon. After that, she and Dany will head to Qarth.

Now that was a place that she feared. In these fifteen years, she never stayed there, aware of its dangerousness, and now her daughter wanted to go and free one of the Great Bastards of Aegon.

But her thoughts were interrupted when she felt a warm body pinning her against the tub side and starting to kiss her neck. She titled her head to the side allowing him more room and feeling his lips on her pulse.

His hands start sliding on her side, up and down, till one of them settled on her cunt, and she immediately squeezed her thighs, releasing a moan.

"Will this divert your mind from the unpleasant thought, Rhae?" he asked, whispering, and kissing her earlobe.

"Mmmmm…. Yes…..." she moaned, smirking, and gasping when she felt the intrusion of his finger inside her.

"Because of the water I don't know how wet you are, but even with that the scent of your arousal can be felt," he said, whispering and lightly bit her lower lips before starting to kiss her, and at the same time increase the thrust of his fingers, that now were two, and she didn't even notice when he did that.

The pleasure she was feeling from his hand thrusting and stroking her clit was immense and she knows that soon she will come. However, she tried to hold.

Suddenly her wave of pleasure was stopped, and she looked at him in confusion.

Leaning he said, "You won't come so easily, my dear grandmother." With that he moved to the other side of the pool, smirking at her, and Rhaella heard Daenerys entering the water.

"What a little bastard you are dear husband," her daughter said, sitting next to her, and Rhaella smiled, but craving her revenge.

"So, if we succeed in Qarth, dear mother, we are going to have a sorceress on our side."

"Indeed. But the biggest question is, how we are going to do that," she asked, and Daenerys smirking, said, "Leave that to me."

And Rhaella wondered what her plan maybe, but she is sure will find on during the voyage, and looked toward that asshole of her grandson, who had his head throwback, and the arms on the borders of the great tub, relaxing.

"Mother. Come," Daenerys said, taking her hand, and leading her out of the tub. "Let your daughter take care of you."

And following her, Rhaella smirked at Aenar who was looking them with lust but didn't follow.

Daenerys leads her to the couch where Aenar just fucked her, and pushed Rhaella on it, before climbing on her, and starting to ravage her with kisses, before descending downwards toward her breast her navel, and till the cunt, as Rhaella was running her hands through Daenerys' pale silver-golden hairs.

As the waves of pleasure were hitting her, with her daughter feasting on her cunt, and her arching her back, with the head tilted to the side, Rhaella felt something wet brush her lips, and slowly opening her eyes, she saw Aenar with his hard cock in hand, stroke him on her lips, asking the permission to enter, but she didn't want to grant him. He left her like that in the tub, now she wasn't going to suck him.

However, when Daenerys started to thrust her finger in her cunt, hitting that sensitive spot and sucking at her clit, Rhaella mooned loudly and open mouth, therefor, Aenar taking this moment slide inside, starting to fuck her mouth.

Gods, the pleasure was almost unbearable, and she didn't know how long she will be able to keep hold of her coming.

"All Gods…" she muttered, and almost choking on her grandson's cock. A few more thrust and licks from her sweet daughter and she came, but in the same time, her grandson too came, dipping his cock in her throat, and spilling a few drops of seed, before pulling out of her mouth and leaving a trail of saliva on the way out.

Rhaella was breathing fast, swallowing the seed, and wiping her mouth, as she could feel, Daenerys slowly crawl up, and lay the head on her chest. Rhaella started to play with her daughter's hair and trying to regain her normal breath, and hear her grandson say, "Gods. It was a will since we fucked like this, between the wars."

And she chuckled.

"When the conquest will start, it will be even harder to find moments like this," she said, looking up at him, as he sits, a few inches away, but still managing to cares her hair and head.

"Indeed. Especially with Westeros mainly in the hands of the Lannister and Baratheon. We need the Unsullied, you know that, right?"

She nodded, and he bends down, capturing her lips, before getting up and head back to the tub.

"Will they be big enough?" came her daughter's voice ringing through her body, and Rhaella knew what she was referring to.

"We will wait and see," Rahella replied, closing her eyes for a moment, resting.

Two days later...

Aenar started to wake up at feeling the morning lights on him, and the morning fresh braze cares his skin. Stroking his eyes and stirring, he looked to one said seeing that it was empty, but on the other side, Rhaella was still sleeping.

He wonders where Dany was right now. For sure somewhere in the mansion with the archon's daughter. He really didn't know how to change her mind in this regard.

Sighing he turned his attention back to Rhaella and leaning he started to kiss her lightly first on the forehead, then on the cheek, and in the end on the lips. The past days had been amazing. Training, drinking, and fucking the two most beautiful women in this world.

As he keeps kissing her, she releases sleepy moans, and stirring a bit, but not waking up.

He slowly made Rhaella lay on her back, and then pull away from the sheets, revealing the beautiful naked body.

He waited for a moment, admiring her, before bending down, and caching her lips, starting to kiss her slowly, and bringing one of the hands to her sex, starting to tease her slowly.

"Mmmm…" she moaned, sleeping, opening her mouth and letting him in.

"Your grace," he heard knocking at the door and groaned in frustration, and pulled the sheets over them immediately, but Rhaella on the other hand run to the divider, to dress up for sure.

"Enter!" Replied Aenar, sighing and lying flat on the bed, but seeing Arthur coming in. "What is it?"

"Ships are approaching. At least five of them. On their sails, there is a naked woman stamped."

Naked woman on the sails? He thought for a moment to whom belonged until he remembers the old sails of the ships that attacked Myr. A naked woman. The native love goddess of Lys was that. So, or word reaches them that Tyrosh has fallen, or it was Aurane Waters to inform them. Good.

"Arthur. Sent men to the docks. And gather everyone at the palace of the Conclave."

The Lord Commander nodded running away, as Aenar started to dress up.

"Do you think Tregar Ormollen is on one of the ships?" came Rhaella's voice as she got ready too.

"I doubt. But if he is, we will have to keep him away from Ser Jorah, or the other way."

"Have you already thought of the terms to impose on them?"

"Yes," he replied giving a kiss on the lips, and after that, he tied Blackfyre and left the room followed by Rhaella to go to the palace of the Conclave. He will really need to find another name for it.

Palace of the conclave….

"Did you find Daenerys?" Asked Aenar, as he was sitting on his great seat, with the captains and the chosen leaders of Tyrosh that will compose the ruling council in his name, on the sides. One of them was Zarrontal himself. Others were some minor merchant, and also the late archon, but with a far minor power and wealth than before.

"No, your grace. I'm sure she is alright and returning to the palace. You know how curious she is, my King," said Arthur, and Aenar nodded though he wasn't at ease.

"Gather some men and sent Ser Barristan to find her," Aenar said, before returning his attention to the door that was opening and seeing a lot of people enter inside.

The retinue was made of a soldier, very decorated, Mgisters, merchant, and courtesans. They must be the riches of the riches and the one to control Lys.

However, his gaze fell on the woman that had her hand intertwined with the arms of one of them that look like to be a young Merchant, quite adorned with jewelry on ears, fingers, and the neck; a long dark purple light clock over the cloths; and the dark short hairs.

The woman, on the other hand, has long honey-colored hair placed on one side, golden earrings, a sapphire necklace, and a beautifully decorated dress with cleavage that highlights her big bosom.

"Welcome to the free city of Tyrosh, envoys of Lys. You stand in the presence of Aenar of House Targaryen and Stark, rightful heir to the Iron Throne, Commander of the Golden Company, conqueror of the Free Cities of Myr and Tyrosh, The Khal of the Great Grass Sea, and King of the Stepstones and the Narrow Sea."

At the mention of the last title, the envoys from Lys started to look and whisper between themself, and Aenar glanced at Rhaella for a moment, who gives him a that look to play the king's face, before returning the attention to them, and seeing a man, in golden armour, with the helmet on his side, "My name is Lysandro Vhassyl, and I'm the Gonfaloniere of the Free City of Lys." And Aenar tried to remember the lections he had with Ashara regarding Lys and what was the gonfalonier's position there.

"Will you be the one to speak for Lys, gonfaloniere?" asked Rhaella when she saw her grandson in difficulty and in thoughtful position.

The men seem to not know how to respond when she intervened, as he was looking at Aenar in confusion, before getting out of the confusion and swallowing, he said, "Yes. We are here to discuss the term for a treaty of peace, between Lys and the Colden Company."

"The terms are simple, gonfaloniere," she said standing up and approaching them. "Surrender the city to us, kneel, and accept Aenar of House Targaryen as king of the Stepstones and the Disputed Lands. Lys will become a vassal state of the Iron Throne, and in return, we will intervene every time your interests are at risk and the city attacked."

"With all due respect, my Lady, but your terms are too demanding."

"Demanding, you say? Well, it was you who attacked us, remember? Because of you a Princess of House Targaryen almost lost her life," she said with greeted teeth, approaching him, even more. "You are lucky that we offer you these terms, gonfaloniere. I'm sure you heard about Myr and what happened to the Magisters. They have all been put to the sword. And the wealthiness of those from Tyrosh taken away."

The man, looked back at those who accompanied him, as they started to speak between themselves, and Rhaella approached the woman, "What's your name?"

"Lynesse of House Hightower," she said, and Rhaelle immediately looked at Aenar who was taken aback by that. She wasn't expecting to find the woman in this retinue, and heard a male voice say, "She is one of my concubines."

"And you are?" asked Rhaella looking toward the source of the voice and saw that it was the man with the jewelry.

"Tregar Ormollen, a merchant prince of Lys," the man said, with a grin on his face, trying to take her hand for a kiss but she didn't allow, moving back to her seat, and heard Aenar said, "Your old friend is her at Tyrosh did you know?"

"Who?"

"Ser Jorah Mormon. Wasn't he one of your friends?" asked Aenar, and Rhaella looked at the man, seeing that he was taken aback. But what she wanted to see more was the woman's reaction, and to her surprise, she was inexpressive in this regard. It seems she forgot her old bear.

"I have no business with him. What I wanted from him I already took," the man said, grinning and looking at the Hightower woman.

'What a buffoon,' she thought, and saw Aenar getting up and addressing to all of them, "You have till tomorrow to accept our terms. After that. If you refuse, I will sail my army to Lys, and bringing it down to its knees."

The Lysene looked between themselves before getting escorted out of the hall by the soldiers.

"Do you think they will accept?" asked Aenar not taking his gaze away from the entrance, as the doors were closing.

"I don't know. But now, we should go and find Daenerys," she said.

In the meantime,…through the streets of Tyrosh….

Remember the plan, men. Kill everyone before turning your attention to the princes. I want no one of them alive to witness this attack," said, Grazdan spinning his two curved swords, and glancing at Daario Naharis who in the meantime was looking at the princess.

"She's a great little piece of tail," said the sellsword, smirking, "I wonder if her pussy is shaved off the little silver hairs or still have them."

"Focus, Naaharis. Once this is done you will find out but first, focus on the attack."

"Who are that?" Naaharis pointing the hand and Grazdan saw some men and women, with weapons at their side, start to head towards the escort of the princess.

Daenerys was walking through the market of Tyrosh, stopping to see some jewels, clothes, and a lot of different items, smiling at the people in the meantime who were greeting her, and offering gifts. But also receiving some glares from the free slavers. She really didn't know why they were doing this.

"We should return to the palace, princes," Ser Jorah said, following her like a shadow, keeping an eye around like a hawk. "Someone may attempt at your life. The city isn't secured yet."

"Nonsense, Ser. Look at all these people. So joyfully, so lively. If they wanted me dead don't you think they would have done that long time ago?" she said, looking at him, before approaching one quay.

Suddenly she heard screams, and Ser Jorah grabbing her and pulling her behind him, but that sudden move made her fall to the ground. At that moment she saw that some of the men that were with her, as a protection, were laying on the ground with arrows in them, wounded or dead.

Her heart was beating fast as she saw, men with weapons charge at them, kill some people of Tyrosh in their way, before colliding with Ser Jorah, who started to fight as best as he could.

As chaos was ruling around her, Daenerys started to crawl toward one of the soldiers that were laying on the ground there, trying to grab the sword, but it was difficult because of the people that were running in panic.

Suddenly, she felt a hand grab her upper arm, and pull up from the ground. When she looks up, she couldn't who it was.

"Come, princess," the man with long hairs said.

"I thought you were our ally. Why are you do-"

"Move!" he pushed her forward towards a small street, after tying her hands, and she saw that a lot of men and women, were waiting there, with blades out.

Suddenly she hears Syrax roar, and looking over her shoulder she saw her land in the market streets starting to burn everyone on his way, searching for her, and so she, turning to her captors, said, "If you don't leave me, the dragon is going to burn down all Tyrosh."

"Let it be burnt. This will be our vengeance-" he was interrupted by an arrow to the chest, and Daenerys saw two men with drawn swords run into the street.

The enemy charged at them, but Grazdan dodged them easily and started to cut through them. They may be in numbers, but they aren't equipped for a true battle, and his curved swords are perfect to cut their stomach and make their guts come out

Once almost all of the attackers were dead, Grazdan turned his attention to the princess who was on the ground, helping her up, as Daario pulled the wounded leader of the attack up.

"Are you alright, girl?" he asked, not really knowing how to address and not wanting to let it slip that he knows her. But by Old

Yes, she replied taking his hand, and he pulled her up. "Thank you, Ser? But may I ask who you are and why you saved me?"

Grazdan was ready to reply, when he heard shouts behind him, and turning, he saw soldiers running toward them, led by an old man in a dark armour, and so Grazdan immediately pulled the swords away, cursing inside him

The man that was leading them, immediately went to her, making sure that she was well, as the others pointed their swords at him and Daario, and taking the leader of the attackers.

"Who are you?" asked the old man pointing his sword straight under Grazdan's chin, and with a killing look, but the princes, placed her hand on his arms, saying, "It's all right, Ser Barristan. This man saves me from the attackers."

And the old knight lowered the sword, as the princes asked, "May I know your name, Ser, so I can thank my savior properly."

'There was an exquisite reward that he would like,' though Grazdan to himself, but being serious, he replied, lying, "My name is Izmahr zo Murruq."

"Thank you for saving my life, Izmahr zo Murruq," she said, smiling, and he bowed. "I would like to invite you to the feast that will be held tomorrow so that my husband can thank you too."

"It will be a pleasure," he smiled, fakely. It was so easy to fool the girl it seems. He wonders if it will also be easy to open her legs.

"What are we going to do with them?" asked the old knight pointing to the prisoners.

"Take them to the dungeon. First, I will need to speak with Aenar. With that, the girl left, not before giving him a smile, and Daario approaching him said, "Well. It seems it worked. You have the girl's trust."

"It's still too soon to say that. I want to get to him, and that may happen only tomorrow. And from now to tomorrow, everything can happen," Grazdan said, moving away from the streets and pulling on a hood, started to head in the direction where the princess went. He needs to observe everything.

Daenerys was in the room of the great tube of their palace, ready to take a long bath when she hears runs of footsteps, and the door immediately open with her husband rushing at her.

"Dany!" he said breathless, hugging her tightly to his body, and she chuckled, returning the hug. "I heard what happened in the streets. Ser Jorah and the men were brought to the healers, but how are you feeling? Did they hurt you?"

"No don't worry. They did nothing. We are all right," she said caring her hand to the stomach.

"I will rip their heart for what they did!" her husband said, in anger, placing his hand over hers. "No, Jon. We should think with a cleared head about this," she said, placing her hand on his cheek, to calm him.

"Jon. You know that is a fake name. Why you keep calling me that way?"

"Because it's the men of the boy that I met in Braavos, in my dreams under a lemon tree," she said smiled. "With his curly hairs and grey eyes, he was my first and only friend."

He smiled, leaning down to kiss her lips, and whispering, "And he never forgot that precious moment." They kissed for a few moments before breaking, and this time with his kingly tone he said, "I will summon Zarrontal Toraq, for him to answer for the attack of his men."

Daenerys nodded, but before she could say something, she saw her mother run in too, and immediately hug her tightly. If one looks at them, they wouldn't say that she was her mother but rather a big sister, but she didn't care what others think.

"Never go outside without us," she said between tears and squeezing her.

"Yes mother," she said rolling her eyes, but knowing she was right.

"We will deal with them tomorrow before the feast starts. This situation won't go out unpunished," Aenar said wrapping them both with his arms and they placed their heads on his chest.

In his arms, they were always safe because it was home, but suddenly she became afraid. What if someone kills him, or if he falls in the wars to come, who will protect them then?

"Let's get to bed. You and the little one need some rest," he said, but looking up at him she asked, "Where is Syrax?"

"with Caraxes. Nothing will happen to her, don't worry," her husband smiled. And she nodded.

"Before going to rest, I will need a long bath," she said, leaving him, and entering the tube, where the water was hot. She even forgot that she was naked during their little moment.

"then let me take care of you, my little dragoness," he said undressing, sitting on the edge, with legs on the side, starting to massage her shoulders.

Daenerys release a moan for the sensation and as she relaxed at his touch with closed eyes, but heard, someone, enter the water, and opening them for a moment, she saw her mother's naked forms, before closing them back.

"Ser Barristan informed me that two men saved you. Who are they?" her husband asked, as he keeps massaging her shoulder and neck.

"Mmmmm…I don't know who they are, only that one is named Izmahr zo Murruq," she said, and smirking added, "A quite handsome man, with dark brown hairs that reach almost the shoulders, dark brown eyes, and a quite muscular body."

She could feel his shift uneasily behind her and squeeze a bit during the massaging, and asking, "And besides his aspect, can you tell me anything else? The cloths or the armour he was wearing, the weapons he was wielding, if he bore any emblem."

"She had been attacked, Aenar. Give her a break," Rhaella said, deepening in the water for a moment before remerging, and passing her hands on her wet hairs. After that, approaching them she asked, "So, my dear king. Now that Tyrosh Lys and Myr is our, it's time to sail for Westeros, right?"

"No. You and Dany are going to Qarth to free the sorceress, me on the other hand, I'm flying North," he replies, with his eyes on Daenerys, as he keeps worshiping her body.

"And when that will happen?" she asked approaching him.

"Three days after the feast. Anyway, I sent someone to Myr to inform Ashara to write it in the travel book."

She nodded, adding nothing, just enjoying the silence and the warm water over her skin.