Chapter 35 The King of the Stepstones and the Narrow Sea

Myr

They were walking through the streets of the city of Myr, full of people and soldiers patrolling them. On the houses, there was already waving the banner of House Targaryen, the three-headed red dragon on a black background.

"They have adapted quickly to the new rulers," Nymeria said, but Arianne ignored her and continued walking through the market streets, minding her business, but suddenly she caught a glimpse of a rather familiar face in the marketplace and stopped stunned. It was her mother, the woman in the crowd in front of the counter. Mellario of Norvos. Without thinking and with no hesitation, Arianne ran straight to her, in tears, crashing her body with her mother and wrapping her arms around her, crying.

"I missed your mother. I've missed you so much," Arianne said crying and feeling how tightly she was holding her. "My daughter, my daughter."

Breaking the embrace, Arianne looked up at her with eyes still full of tears as her mother stroked her cheeks and hair. Sniffing, she said, "I thought you had died along with our House. When I received the news of Sunspear's fall, the world fell apart on me."

Before she could say anything, Arianne heard her brother Quentyn's voice. "Mother!" and she moved in time for him to hug their mother before he could push her away.

" Quentyn. I have missed you, my son," his mother said, hugging him, before breaking off and looking behind, asking, "Where is Trystane?"

"He's on his way to White Harbour with Ellaria and Obara," Arianne said, and her brother glared at her.

"Well, come to the palace. I'm sure you'll be tired and hungry," her mother said, while Arianne, hugging her said, jokingly, "And filthy."

Giggling, they began to walk towards what was surely the palace, followed by Nymeria and Tyene.

"I admit I never expected you to come to Myr," Ashara said, filling two cups with sweet red wine from Volantis and giving it to her sister, Allyria.

'I didn't think I would have come either, Ashara, but things in Westeros are changing," Allyria said, stopping to take a sip of wine as Ashara headed towards the window of the chamber that overlooked the courtyard of the palace where Arya was training with Allyssa's warriors and among whom she was too, despite being pregnant. That foolish girl. "House Martell has fallen. The king is about to march on the Riverlands. And our cousin, with the bulk of our forces, has been killed before the walls of Sunspear."

"Yes, I heard that," Ashara replied, seeing Edric approach the young Stark with a training sword in hand, but turning to her sister, she said, "I was saddened to receive word of his death. Sure, he was an arrogant bastard, but he was still family."

"Yes, he was. But the real reason why I'm here is that I think Edric will be much safer with you," Allyria said, standing up and heading towards the bed, pulling out something that was covered, and at the end she realized, although she didn't say anything. "I hope our brother still accepts it."

"Dawn. He may have left the sword, but he is still the Sword of the Morning," Ashara replied, touching the sword.

"I missed you sister," Allyria said, wrapping her arms around her.

"Me too," Ashara replied, smiling, and hear a knock at the door. "Yes."

"You should come to the great hall, Ashara," said Thorren in a serious tone, and Ashara glance at her sister, before following Thorren to the Great Hall.

Upon entering, she saw Mellario with three young women, and one young man standing there and whispering between themselves, as the soldiers were on guards in there, with Owen Aldridge and Lagus, commanding them, since the most part of the high-ranked men left for Tyrosh.

"Lady Mellario. May I ask who these people are?" Ashara asked, but when the girl with long curly black hairs turned, she recognized her, even though she saw her a long time ago.

"Princess Arianne. Welcome to Myr," Ashara greeted them all with a smile.

"Thank you, my lady. We are grateful for your kindness and hospitality.

What are you doing here at Myr?"

"We are here for the alliance and Daenerys Targaryen," said the young men with arrogance, stepping forward. "So, where is my bride? I longed to meet her."

"Close your mouth, brother," said Arianne Martell.

But Ashara, smiling, approached the young man, said, "You must be Prince Quentyn. Pleased to meet you," but the young man said nothing, so she continued, "I want to give you an advice. Don't make word of this or even demand it When King Aenar will return to Myr. She is his wife now."

The boy was shocked, but Ashara turning to the others, said, "I'm sure you are tired. I will make sure that a hot bath and chambers are prepared for you."

"Thank you, lady Ashara," The Princess of Dorne said.

Arianne was in the large bathtub, of the Targaryen palace, savoring the warm water that warmed her body and relaxed her. It had been weeks in truth since she had had a proper bath and now she had every intention of enjoying it thoroughly.

"I hope you like it," her mother said, sitting down on the couch that was there while a woman carried a dress.

Arianne leaning against the edge and her arms over it said, "Tell me how you met the young Targaryen, mother."

"Oh, straight to the point I see you go. But I warn you. Don't ogle him too much, Arianne."

"And when have I ever done that," she replied dipping her hair back into the water.

"I know you, Arianne. And it's for your own good that I'm advising you not to flirt with him too much or you'll end up as a meal for the dragons."

"Will he really burn me if I try to seduce him?"

"Not him. His wives. Or rather, Princess Daenerys. She is quite jealous and possessive of him. While Queen Rhaella, not having known her in the past, I'd say she's of the same ilk. Perhaps even more."

'We'll see about that,' Arianne thought, grinning to herself as her mother began to tell her about her encounter with the Targaryens.

Riverrun

As soon as he returned from the north, and made his son aware of the situation, Hoster gathered his lords to prepare the Riverlands for the king's invasion.

"By now I believe you have all heard of what has happened at the capital," Hoster said, as he sat on his great seat. "So, I have gathered you here to prepare the defenses of the Riverlands."

"With all due respect, my lord, but wouldn't it be better to negotiate with the crown rather than fight a war?" asked Lord Bracken.

"Of course, you can do that, Lord Bracken. But I want to remind you that you swore an oath to my house," replied Hoster, looking towards the lord with seriousness and at the same time, glancing at his son who was standing next to him, with his hand on his sword. "Are you an oathbreaker, my lord?"

"No, my liege," the Lord of Stone Hedge replied, lowering his head.

"What of the armies of the North and of the Vale, my liege? Will they come to our aid?" asked the Lord of Raventree Hall.

"I fear they won't, Lord Blackwood. The king will surely march on the Eyrie in the same moment he attacks us," Hoster replied, shaking his head.

"And Lord Stark?"

"He is marching on the Wall to face the wildling army from beyond."

"Then we are doomed," said a young voice from those who were present, and Hoster looked immediately in the direction from which the voice came. The young man wore the emblem and colours of House Bracken.

"Close your mouth Bracken," his son said, and Hoster gave him a look of warning. They needed their bannermen, and he did not want Lord Bracken to be offended by taking that as an insult.

"As I was saying, we're on our own and we must defend our lands as best as we can," Hoster began to speak before an argument broke out. Standing up and taking a sip to quell the burning he felt in his throat, he waved to the Maester to come with the map. "We know the Lannisters will invade us from the west, and the king from the south. From the capital. That is why I ask you, Lord Vance, and you, Lord Clement Piper, to defend the border with the Westerlands. At the Golden Tooth is where you will make your stand against the enemy with your full forces, till the moment everyone is gathered, and reinforcement will come."

The two lords nodded and turning to the others, Hoster continued, "Lord Bracken and Lord Blackwood, you will march to Harrhenal to help the southern-eastern lords."

"I won't fight beside a Blackwood!" shouted Bracken and chaos between the two started.

"Enough!" shouted Hoster, and starting to cough, feeling Edmure's hand on his back. "Are you well, Father?"

Hoster or rose his hand, drinking all the content of the goblet with water, before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and taking some long breaths, he said, looking, "Enough with these childish squabbles, my lords. The lion will soon be at our doors. WE cannot fight between ourselves and hope to defend these lands from the enemy too."

"But we can't win this war, my liege," said Lord Blackwood.

"No. no we can't."

"I beg your pardon my liege, but is it true that young Targaryen from Myr, that conquered Tyrosh, and who beat two Khalassar, is lord Stark's nephew?" asked William Mooton, Lord of Maidenpool, a house that fought against them beside the dragons during the rebellion.

"Fuck the Targaryen," said Lord Mallister getting up and spitting down. "The mad king killed my kin at the capital!"

"And Robert Baratheon killed mine during the Battle of the Trident," the Lord of Maidenpool replied in a shaking voice. "But the Targaryen have dragons."

"They won't come," Hoster said, stopping another argue to start. "He doesn't have ships and besides that, we fought against his family and father during the rebellion."

"My house didn't."

"Oh, I know your house didn't, Lord Mooton. We are alone, my lords."

No one added anything, and so Hoster dismissed the war council. Once the only ones left inside were him and Edmure, Hoster, hear his son say, "I thought Catelyn would have managed in securing the north for us."

"She can't. Eddard Stark won't march south till his northern borders are safe, and his nephew didn't sail for Westeros. Now leave son. I need sometimes alone and think," Hoster said heading to the great opening that was facing the river. However, before his son left the hall, Hoster added, "Send a raven to your uncle Brynden, at the Bloody Gate."

King's Landing

"FUCK!" Screamed the woman, as the prince was thrusting in her ass from behind, hard and fast. She was bracing on the wall for balance, legs parted, and body bent. The prince was fucking her hard and fast almost ripping her ass hole apart.

Then suddenly, she felt him pull out, and looking over her shoulder, she saw him smirking, before thrusting his big cock with force in her cunt, making her gasp and ark her back.

The prince, grabbing her by the tits started to thrust wildly, and she could feel how her walls were squeezing around his member, and that her coming was near. But she knew he was the same. Since the first time they laid together, the prince had fucked her in every corner of the red keep and almost the capital. She felt a bit sorry for Margaery Tyrell when she sees her, but the guilty immediately

The lady keeps moaning and screaming by every hit of hips of the prince as his cock was touching the deepest places and that sensitive spot that made her go crazy.

And then with one powerful and final thrust, the prince spilled deep inside her womb and painting her walls with his seed.

"Seven Hells, my prince. You are truly your father's son. I would say even better," the lady said smirking to herself, as her juice mixed with his seed was streaming down her thighs.

The prince laughed, playing with her big breasts, and lowering himself to bite her neck, marking her as his cock was still inside her. This will be seen in the future no matter what dress she will wear, but she doesn't care that much.

"So, according to your little tales, your son is my bastard brother. I'm wrong?" the prince started as he kisses his neck and shoulder, while keep playing with her breasts, and she nodded. "Make sure to take the moon tea. I don't want another bastard in this world."

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have spilled in-" she couldn't finish as prince Orys grabbed her face and kissed her hardly, before pulling out, and as he dresses up, he said, "I will miss your warm thighs and sucking your big breasts."

"What about your wife?" she asked, with closed eyes and still leaning on the wall, with ass up, and legs parted, trying to regain her normal breathing.

"What of her?" the prince asked, leaning against the skull of the Black Dread, and starting to tie the armour too.

"Shouldn't you miss her thighs?"

"Things aren't the same between us as the day I married her. I think she bore with me only because of the promised crown," the Prince said, with bitterness in his voice, and she saw his gaze fixed on the ground for a moment, before shaking his head. "Anyway, I think that once this war is over, I will ask father to annul the marriage."

"And who will you marry, my Prince?" Taena asked, fixing her Myrish dress and approaching him sensually. The young prince smirked, watching her with eyes steel full of lust, as the skull of the Black Dread was looking at them from behind. Once she was few inches away, Orys grabbed her hips, dragging Taena towards him, making her, therefore, collide with his broad armoured chest.

Looking up at her, the young stag said, "Someone loyal and that may give me heirs."

"Well, in that case, why not me?" she asked, smirking and trying her luck, bending down to kiss him, but he stopped as his mood changed drastically to a dark one, and tightening the hold on her hips say, "I still think you are untrustworthy. You spied us for Varys, and when you were discovered you betrayed him. I'm sure that the moment I ride past the Dragon Gate you will betray me too. However, as a warm bed, you are good."

"I did it to protect my son from-"

"My mother. Yes. You already told me the reason, but I don't believe you. I think that you said that because benefits you, my lady," he cut her off, getting up. "Now I need to go. My men and my uncle are waiting for me in the courtyard. But before leaving, I want to warn you. I'm not a fool like my father. If you betray me, you will suffer the consequences."

With that, the Prince kissed her one last time, leaving the dark place.

A Few moments later...

Two hundred knights were waiting for him in the courtyard, ready to go to battle under the banner of the crowned Stag. Of the Kingsguard, the Hound will be the one to follow him, since he was his sworn shield too, and he had also a quarrel with the brother.

"I will pray to the seven to protect you, husband," said Margaery, giving him a kiss, which he did not, return. He knew that it wasn't fair for him to behave like this with her, but it was stronger than him. He was a bad man, treating his wife the same way his father treated his mother.

Giving one last look to her father, who said nothing and made no gesture, Orys walked to his horse and mounting on it left King's Landing at the head of the host that was gathered outside. Eight thousand men on foot.

His uncle Tyrion was riding beside him, as King's Landing was left behind, he said, "From a shit hole to another shit hole I'm sent. You know dear nephew. I was supposed to become Lord of Castely Rock a long time ago-" "

But uncle Jaime got released from the Kingsguard just like grandfather wanted."

"Yes. And now I will be the lord of a cursed place."

"Only if we win, uncle," Orys replied, closing the conversation, and rushing his horse forward away.

Tyrosh

Jon was in his room, getting ready for the coronation as king of the Stepstones and the Narrow sea, and that will take place at the Temple of Trios, before the city of Tyrosh and the envoys of Lys and Myr.

His heart was beating like never before. His hands were trembling, and his throat was dry.

When he heard knocking at the door, Aenar saw his wife Daenerys entering in with a big smile on her face, her hairs braided and wearing a beautiful black and red dress with the Three heads dragon embroidered on her belly with shining small diamonds.

"No man has ever witnessed such a beauty," he said getting up and pulling her in a hug.

She blushed wrapping her arms around his neck and giving a passionate kiss to him that made his cock stir and his hands fall on her beautiful ass squeezing it, reciting a moan from her.

"Where is Rhaella?"

"Already there waiting for you," Daenerys replied, pulling away. They decided that it will be Rhaella the one to crown him king. Here and as well as in Westeros.

"Are you ready, my love?" asked Daenerys, and he nodded as they both headed out of the palace.

Grazdan was standing in the crowd waiting for the Targaryen boy to arrive. The other woman was already at the entrance of the temple standing with guards on the side, wearing a dress with the colour of her house. House Targaryen.

"Damn lucky bastard," came the whispering voice of Daario Naharis. "He had two real beauties to fuck."

"You can have them too Naharis if you want, once the bastard is dead."

"When? My cock is eager to taste their juices," the sellsword commander said, and Grazdan laughed, shaking his head and sighing, replied in a low voice, "When they will come to trust me and will lower their guard I will strike. And you need to be ready."

"I see. And do tell me, Grazdan, if you fall for one of them will you still sell them?"

"I won't fall for them because they have no place in my heart."

You can't control your heart, my friend

"No. You are right with that. But hatred is everything I feel when I see them," he replied, glancing at the sellsword commander, who keep smirking.

Suddenly the soldiers started to cheer and hit the shield and the spears on the ground, and he saw the Targaryen boy coming on his black stallion wearing his armour with the dragon on his chest and a proud expression. Damn fool.

His wife had the same expression and a smile on her face, just like the other silver-golden-haired slut.

"The army loves him," Naharis said, and Grazdan nodded as the boy got down from the horse, approaching the silver-golden-haired slut in front of the temple and kneeling.

"People of Tyrosh, envoys of Lys and Myr, soldiers of the Targaryen army we are all gathered here, before the Temple of Trios to witness the ascension of a dragon as King of the Stepstones and the Narrow Sea," the woman started to say with a high tone, making sure to be heard till the ending lines of the crowd who was standing in silence, and the two dragons themselves were flying above. "Aenar of House Targaryen. Do you swear to protect the people of Tyrosh Myr and Lys?"

"Yes, I do."

"Then now I proclaim you King of the Stepstone and the Narrow Sea." Placing a golden dragon crown on his head, and the boy got up, turning towards the crowd, while the two dragons in the sky were roaring and spitting flames.

The soldier started to cheer. Some of the citizens of Tyrosh started to cheer, but other didn't. Just stayed in silence. And neither the envoys of Lys were showing many enthusiasts in his acclamation. Maybe there was a high chance of him turning the two cities against the Targaryen again."

The feast for the coronation was quite loud and cheerful, while the men and women of their army, as well as the one who came from Lys, were drinking eating, and dancing under the ballads of the songs of Westeros and Essos.

Rhaella decided not to join the dances or the conversation but stay at their main table and watch them. She was good at reading the people, and now that was what she was doing.

Aenar was in a deep conversation with the envoys of Lys, who were rich and influent magister and merchant, with Arthur beside him like a shadow, while her daughter was sitting next to her and playing with the food in annoyance, or rather because she wasn't hungry. Since the moment she got pregnant, Daenerys was always like this. Had her up and down, and sometimes she was unsupportable.

As she was taking a sip, Rhaella felt tugging at her elbow, and Daenerys voice says, "Look, mother. It's them the ones I was speaking about. The ones who saved me from the rebels." And looking at the entrance Rhaella saw two-man standing, with grins on their face, looking around. Quite handsome they both were, she won't lie, but they were leagues away from her lover. Her grandson Aenar.

When she heard Daenerys get up, Rhaella grabbed her hand, asking, "Where are you going, daughter?"

"To greet my saviors," she replied, freeing her hand, and heading straight to the two men. Rhaella on the other hand got up too and went after her. She wasn't going to let her daughter be alone with those two men who she doesn't trust.

As he was talking with the merchant prince, Aenar saw Daenerys heading towards the two men that had just entered the hall, and Rhaella following right behind, with Ser Barristan. They must be the ones who saved Daenerys. And they really had an untrustworthy look.

"Where is Mormont, your grace?" asked Tregar Ormollen, drawing his attention back on them and away from his wife.

"Still wounded, and won't be able to attend the feast," Jon replied, hearing Daenerys giggle with the two men and that made him very angry and at the same time jealous. " When you go back to Lys, I want you to tell the sellsword to come to Myr. I would like to have a word with them."

"What word, If I may ask?"

"I want to hire them. Now, if you may excuse me, I need to speak with someone." And immediately moved away without waiting for his reply heading straight towards his wife.

When he got there, Aenar wraps one arm around Daenerys middle, as a way of shielding and give a kiss to her cheek, which seems to surprise her, but nevertheless, she said his name giggling, "Aenar." But at the same time, she pulled away. "May I present you my saviors. Captain Daario Naharis, leader of the second sons and his friend Izmahr zo Murruq."

"It's a pleasure to finally meet the great Commander of the Golden Company. The one who defeated two Khalassar."

"The pleasure is mine sure. I was looking forward to meeting the men who saved my beautiful wife from the rebels," Jon replied nodding towards Daenerys, while Rhaella said, "I want to thank you too for saving my daughter's life," and Aenar could see the shock on their face, however, Rhaella didn't let them intervene, as she said, "Daughter. I need to speak with you privately."

"Can't it wait, mother? I was eager to hear Izmahr's story."

"No daughter. We need to speak now," Rhaella replied, grabbing Daenerys by the arm and dragging her out of the hall. Aenar wandered what they have had to talk, but felt a hand on his shoulder being placed and a voice says, "You are one lucky man for having such a beauty," and Jon pushing the hand away said, to the sellsword Daario Naharis, "I'm not your friend never will be. I don't like you; I don't trust you and don't know why you betrayed Tyrosh. But I will tell you one thing. I love treason when It comes but I hate the traitors. So, if you want to keep your head on the shoulder. Stay away from my wife."

With that, Aenar moved away from the two men, heading back to the main table. Sitting at it, he waved to Arthur, and when his mentor leaned Jon said, "I want to know everything about them."

"I will ask Lysono to find everything it needs."

The feast was long over for them, but Aenar had not yet arrived. They washed and got ready to welcome their king in bed and give him a fiery night of pleasure before their departure tomorrow. He to the North and they to Qarth.

She had yet to get used again to her young body that seemed to want to receive and provide pleasure as never before in her past youth. Not that she is complaining about it.

As she was brushing her hair in front of the mirror, Rhaella heard her daughter say, "I'm not a fool, mother. I know that when men look at me, they only want one thing. And I know they are polite because they think they can get into my bed with their tricks. But I'm not that foolish to fall for it, and I certainly won't cheat on Aenar."

"I never thought that, daughter. This isn't about cheating or getting you into their beds. But rather the fact that with every day that passes our power grows, and with it the enemies too."

"But why an enemy would want to save me if what they really want is to destroy us?"

"To hide their true intentions and strike when we are weak," replied Rhaella, getting up and with the brush in hand heads to the bed, sitting behind Daenerys and starting to brush her long beautiful silver-blonde locks that were like Rhaegar's. "Do you remember the stories about the fall of King's Landing?" and her daughter nodded, so Rhaella, as she keeps stroking the hairs, said, "Tywin Lannister managed to sack with tricks and striking when we were weak."

Her daughter didn't reply, just stayed in silence for a few moments, as Rhaella was combing her hairs, but then she hears her ask, "Are you scared for the journey, mother?"

"I would be a fool not to be," replied Rhaella singing, and stopping from brushing the hairs. "I don't know Qarth beside the tales I heard from sailors during my staying through the Free Cities."

"I heard that they have a brotherhood of Pirates who poses a great number of ships."

"Ships. That is why you want to go there?" Rhaella asked. "Do you really expect that Pirates will join as without being paid? We don't have enough gold to hire them."

Her daughter said nothing, just pulled out the dress and crawled up the bed lying there naked.

Rhaella sighed, returning back to the mirror, to finish what she was doing.

They were lying in bed, tangled in each other arms when they hear the door open and close. Looking up Rhaella saw their king, her grandson, their lover standing in all his glory, half-naked, and only a sheet covering his lower half. Desire was growing inside her. Her pussy socked already and welcoming.

"I see you started without me," said Aenar crossing his arms in front of his chest and running his eyes over their naked forms. They were like two twins but at the same time two different women in every aspect.

"We wanted to get ready for you, my king," Daenerys replied, rising up, and starting to crawl towards the end of the bed, slowly, and he loved the sight. Her beautiful growing breast hanging and bouncing with every movement. Her beautiful ass up. Her dripping pussy eager to welcome him.

His cock was already hard and struggling to stay hidden.

"Well, I can clearly see that someone is eager to start," Daenerys said teasingly, smirking and nodding at his cock. Aenar didn't reply wanting to see what she will do and Daenerys sitting on her knees placed her hands on his waist, and grinning wickedly up at him, pulled down the sheets freeing his cock that was straight like a sword at attention.

They stayed that way in silence, looking in each other's eyes, with his cock just a few inches from her lips. All it would take for her to touch was to pull out the tongue and lick. But she doesn't do that. Just looked up at him grinning and torturing him that way.

Aenar is tempted to grab her head and force her mouth on his cock but decides otherwise. He knew that whatever she was planning, will make the wait worthy.

Few moments passed, and he could finally feel her hand start to touch his balls, backing his cock jolt, before wrapping it around his shaft and without moving it.

He wanted to push his hips forward, but her squeezing hand was stopping it, and then suddenly he felt soft lips wrap around his member and warmest engulf the head of his cock.

Daenerys started to move her head up and down on his hard member, slowly and teasingly, letting him go with a pump, before giving a slow lick of tongue from the balls to the tip, passing the tongue over the point, making him groan, as he keeps his hands on the hips.

Suddenly, as Daenerys was pleasuring him with her mouth, Aenar feels a second tongue start to lick him and suck at the balls, making him release a loud groan, and he knew that Rhaella joined them.

Aenar felt how his legs were about to give up due to the great pleasure he was experiencing as his two lovers were devouring him, sucking and licking him in turn,

The room was filled with moans and groans coming from all three of them, and soon joined by the sounds of their gagging on his member, but he certainly didn't want to come in their mouths. Not now that the great pleasure was building.

Aenar, stopping them from what they were doing, pushed them on her back, lightly and without hurting them. After that, grabbing Rhaella by the legs, he brought her to the edge of the bed, making her yelp. "So eager my king."

Aenar didn't reply, grinning, and taking his cock in hand started to stroke the tip along her wet slit, making Rhaella gasp at the sudden contact and moan.

Before thrusting his cock inside her, he said at Daenerys, "Sit on her face looking at me. I want to kiss you as I fuck her."

Daenerys glanced at her mother for a moment, who was too busy at moaning and had her eyes closed, before taking a breath and sitting in her face. Instinctively, Rhaella's hands were brought up grabbing Daenerys hips, who had her eyes closed too, and Jon, grabbing his grandmother's hips, with one powerful thrust pushed his cock deep inside her, making Rhaella gasp in Daenerys' cunt.

Aenar started to move his hips, slowly, giving her powerful thrust, as he was running his hands on her body. Her flat belly. The ribcage, and up to the breast grabbing them, as Daenerys in the meantime, grabbing him by the hairs, brought him in a passionate kiss.

He started to increase the speed of his thrust, squeezing more Rhaella's breasts that were fitting perfectly in his hands, and as his tongue was battling for dominance with Daenerys' one.

They did that for a few moments, before Daenerys break out, getting down from her mother, and getting on all fours, while bringing her hand between her legs, starting to stroke herself, fast.

Aenar gives one last look that beautiful sigh, before bending down and starting to kiss and suck and bite Rhaella's hard nipples, making her moan loudly, as he keeps thrusting fast.

"My coming is near, and I'm sure you are too. Go and fuck Dany," she whispered, and Jon after kissing her hardly, pulled out, with cock still hard and full of her juice, moving towards Daenerys was unaware of what was he going to do.

As she had her eyes still close, Jon, grabbing her hips, slide inside her easily, thanks to her pussy being wet, and Rhaella's juice still on his cock, making Daenerys gasp, and ark her back.

He starts to move immediately fast, wanting to make her come first since he didn't know how long he will hold. His wife was a very loud and wild lover, less than her mother, and he loved that of her.

Daenerys' walls started to clench around his cock, and she came, and fell limp on the bed, while Aenar, with knees on each side, and holding on his feast near her head, went for a few more thrust, until he spilled his seed deep inside her, with a loud groan, and pulling out, he fel right beside her panting. He glanced at the two women, and they both were breathless. Daenerys still lying on her belly, with closed eyes, while Rhaella was lying on the back, looking up.

Bringing the hands under his head, Aenar looked up for a moment, trying to regain his normal breath, when he suddenly feels wet and soft fingers start to trace the forms of his chest and abs, back and forth, and saying, "While you have strength for all the night, dear grandson?"

Look down and you will see," Aenar replied pointing at his cock, which was still half-hard, as Rhaella smirking, leaned over him, and as she was kissing him, with one hand started to stroke him again to the full hardness.

This for sure will be an unforgettable night.

Darkness. Coldness. Blue eyes gazing back at him. That is what he was seeing as he was standing in a blooded water full of red shining rubbish. In his hand, there was a sword in flames and on his body a cracked armour. In the sky, the dragons were dancing under the moon and trying to cast the shadows away.

"Long I've been waiting for you," came a cracking voice that sounded more like death than anything else.

Then suddenly he found himself fighting a crowned shadow and losing easily and finding himself on his knees. He could feel a cold blade pierce him, as all around him were dying, and changing to a rotten winter land.

Aenar woke up screaming "No!" and with that jolted the two women that were sleeping naked next to him.

"What happened?" Rhaella asked immediately with worriedness in her voice.

"Nothing. Just a nightmare," he replied, shaking his head, as he places his hand on the face, not wanting to make them worry.

Stroking his eyes, Aenar looked towards the balcony seeing that dawn was coming, and that meant that the time for their leaving was near.

"The sun is rising, and we need to get up and get ready for the journey," he said, starting to get down from the bed, but, Daenerys wrapping her arms around his chest and placing her head on his back. She was still half sleeping. He could tell that.

"What will make you wake up?"

"I think you know what will make her wake up," Rhaella replied, and glancing behind, saw her stirring with closed eyes, and so with one move, he grabbed Daenerys by the waist, pinning her down to the bed, making her yelp and giggle at the same time, before bending down and starting to give light kisses on her beautiful body, and especially the belly that was carrying his child and that was already showing.

"Your beard is tickling me, husband!" Daenerys said, giggling, as stopped for a moment, looking up at her, before placing his mouth right where he wanted. He will make sure that she won't forget the Lord's kiss till the next time they will meet again.

With his armour on, the sword at his hips and a fur cloak that was too warm and heavy for the weather of Essos, Jon headed to the harbor to see his wife and lover leave Tyrosh, with the ships.

He gathered all the captains and serjeants who came with him to Tyrosh, and now standing in the middle, Aenar said, "I don't know how much it will take for me to fly to the wall and for them to reach Qarth and after that Astapor. So I will go straight to the point of the deployments." Turning to his second in command, "Ethenaine, I'm giving you the command of the city till my return." The Secon in command nodded, and turning to the others he said, "Balaq. I know that this journey is dangerous but there is no one better than you with a bow and arrow."

"Then I will join the ladies, Commander," the captain of the archer said, smiling, heading towards the main ship. "Aurane. You and Jon Lothston are going to Astapor with 100 ships, in three weeks from now."

"Why three weeks? Why not now?"

"Do as I command, Waters," almost angrily said, and they left. Once the only ones who were left were those who he truly trusted, he said, "Asher. You will join waters. Make sure that he doesn't betray us." And the northern nodded, leaving.

"Arthur. Ser Barristan. You are the Kingsguard. Never leave them alone," Aenar said looking at the two men. They were the best swordsmen in Westeros. He was sure that no harm will come to his beloved.

Now that the only one left was him and the two women of his life, Aenar, sighed glancing down for a moment, before looking at them, saying, "I hope you know what you are doing, Dany because Qarth is a very dangerous place."

"The Wall is a dangerous place too, my love and yet you are flying there alone," she said, approaching. "But do not worry. You tough me how to wield a sword, and you even give me one."

He smiled, placing a hand on her waist, while the other on her belly. "Don't put him in danger. And don gets in danger yourself."

"She won't. I will make sure that she stays safe," said Rhaella approaching, and he wrapped an arm around her waist too.

"the night up there are cold. I will miss your warm bodies against me. Your soft lips kissing me. Your-"

"I would say you should stop husband otherwise I won't be able to resist from taking you right here," Daenerys said, kissing him passionately, before being interrupted by Syrax who landed on the main ship. "Now I will go."

And as Daenerys was moving away, Aenar turned his attention to Rhaella saying, "Stay safe you too. And take this." He pulled out a dagger with the handle of a dragon. "It's made of Valyrian steel."

Thank you, Aenar," she said, kissing him, slowly, before resting her forehead on his. "Don't die up there, my love, and give my best regards to Aemon."

"I will."

And they broke apart, as Rhaella joined Daenerys on the ship. Three ships will go with them right now and the other in three weeks. He hopes that the time will be enough for them to free Seastar and go to Astapor.

His attention was shifted away from the ship when he hears Caraxes land right behind and seeing as the ship was leaving the harbor, he headed to his friend.

"Well, it seems that the time to go has come. It will be a long journey, my friend," Aenar said, and placing the helmet on his head, ting it, he climbed on the dragon, that by now was bigger than a horse, and raised up in the sky, with the Northern direction.

Beyond the wall

After a long journey through the snowy and difficult lands beyond the Wall, fighting against the wights on their way, they finally reached the cave of the three eyes ravens, thanks to the help of their new friend Coldhands. They met what remains of the last children of the forest, hidden in the cave with the old man, who also told them his story. He was Brynden Rivers, known as Bloodraven, son of Aegon the Unworthy, and he was waiting so many years for Brandon Stark to come and take his place as the memory of this world. While that was not the reason why he brough him her, Howland was glad that he will teach the boy everything.

Now the young Stark, together with Bloodraven was visiting one of the visions of the past, while Howland and his men stood guard. They wanted no surprises from the enemy should he attack them.

When he heard panting, Howland immediately turned, seeing the young man bran, awake, and almost with an expression of fear.

"What has happened, Brandon?" Howland asked, lowering himself.

"I-"

"He saw how the Night King was created and who he was before," Bloodraven replied in his stead.

"Who was he?"

"Now is not the time to reveal it. There is much more that need to be rediscovered before that happens," Bloodraven replied again. "Now go Bran. Eat and then return to me."

The boy stood up, moving away with his direwolf, and two soldiers, while Howland sat beside the old man, sighing.

After a few moments in silence, Howland asked, "Are we going to win the Great war this time?"

"I don't know. He is searching for something in these lands. Something that wasn't here last time."

"What?"

"That's what we have to find out and that's why Bran is here. Now with your permission, I must travel back into my memories."

Howland watched as the old man's eyes turned white, and sighing, he stood up and walked over to little Brandon, wondering what it was that the so-called Night King was searching.