Chapter 41: The Dragon's temper
Myr
Arianne was on her balcony, looking outside her window, towards the busy city that was Myr, boredly. Her brother kept barking regarding the fact that he couldn't wait to meet his wife by proxy, Daenerys Targaryen, and teach a lesson to the arrogant Targaryen King who dared to bed his future wife. What a fool he was. Only the thoughts of what the Targaryen boy may do to her brother made her excited and wet between her legs.
Suddenly, as she was deep in her thoughts, Arianne heard a strange roar and something big and white pass on the sky above, before feeling a shake from the outside and so she immediately run out of her room, and followed the crowd through the hallways, towards the one that was gathered in the courtyard, right outside the Palace.
Pushing through the crowd, Arianne came face to face with a dragon. A big fucking dragon. All silver, with spikes and big jaws that looked like sharpened knives, while gazing on her, she saw a pair of big red eyes, just like the rubies of the armour that the Last Dragon was wearing.
In that same moment, her attention was caught by what looked like a young knight with dark curly hair and eyes grey as steel, right next to him, holding the helmet with one hand, while the other was caressing the dragon's neck. He was handsome. Very damn handsome, but she could also notice that he was younger than her. Not a big deal since she loves young cocks too, despite preferring a far more mature stud to ride.
The young man, if she could say it like that, after placing down the Stark girl that goes by the name of Arya, who run to him just a few heartbeats before, started to approach her, slowly, smirking. Those grey eyes like steel that were gazing at her made her knees, weak and she had almost the urge to sit. But she didn't. She insisted squeezed her intertwined hands and waited for him to come at her and see her as a strong woman, not like a maid in love at first sight, wet and ready to bend and suck him.
However, this perfect dreamily moment vanquished when the young man, instead of keep going towards her turned his attention to Ashara Dayne, hugging the woman, who giggled hugging him back. Damn lucky woman in having the chance of touching and hugging him.
Moments later, after greeting some more, of whom she knew too, he approached her, introducing himself, "Aenar Targaryen, King of the Seven Kingdoms, the Stepstone, and the Narrow Sea. Commander of the Golden Company. A pleasure to meet you, Princess Arianne." Taking her hand and placing a caste kiss on it. By the Seven she was trying to not jump on him right now and fuck him because of how weak and wet he was making her only by looking at her.
"No, the pleasure is mine, your grace," she replied, smiling, not believing that she could form the words she needed after such a presentation, making a reverence, and at the same time making sure that he could clearly see her bosom. However, the boy, ignoring this act of hers moved past her, greeting the others, and she couldn't believe that he didn't succumb to her seduction after so many did.
"I told you that you can't bewitch him, my lady," said Ashara Dayne, stepping next to her. "The boy's heart and eyes are already won. With those words, the dornish lady of Starfall, left, following the Targaryen King towards the inside of the Palace, while the dragon rose in the sky.
'We will see who has the last laugh, Lady Dayne,' she thought to herself, as she started to get inside too, and planning her next move.
Hours Later...
What a pleasant thing was to finally get a proper hot bath after so long. He could feel how the warm water was making his tensed muscle start to lose, and make him relax, releasing that coldness inside it that had been housed by his body during the journey.
Ghost, on the other hand, was laying a few steps away from the thumb, and despite being far away, Aenar could hear his yawning and as he hit the tail on the ground.
However, besides the sound of Ghost's tail hitting the floor, Aenar could hear the sound of barefoot slowly approach him, and knowing to whom they belong, he said, "You shouldn't be here."
"You are alone, your grace. I thought you would like some company," he heard her say, as she approaches him more and more.
"I thought I told them to let no one enter."
"You indeed did, but when they see a beautiful bosom, they do not resist," she replied, and he, opening his eyes for a moment saw her bent towards the water very low, as she laid on her side, and in this movement, she tried to show her deadly weapons.
Aenar chuckled, shaking his head, and closing his eyes. It was just like how Ashara described her. Or rather, warned him more than describing.
"What is it, my king. Don't you like what you see?"
"No, on the contrary, my lady. I loved your little show, but nevertheless, your charm doesn't faze me at all."
"Are you sure?" he heard her ask, as she started to approach him, judging by the sound of the flesh stepping on the floor, and the scratching of steel on it. Suddenly, he felt her place her warm and soft hands on his shoulder, before running them down his chest, saying, "I can make you reach levels of pleasure that you have never experienced before, and perhaps never imagined."
"You do not know the pleasures I have experienced."
"Perhaps. But no good woman like your Targaryen princesses can make you feel what only the women of Dorne can."
"Maybe you should look beyond your borders more often, my lady, and you will see that there are many women in this world that are far better lovers than them."
"Tell me king Aenar. Has your little princess ever sucked your cock to the very end and beyond..."
"Always."
"Or did she ever take you deep in her throat fully..."
"Aye. Always," Aenar replied, feeling the woman's nails scratch his chest, and her face appeared in that moment. His beloved Daenerys, kneeling in the tub as she sucked his cock and took it deep inside her throat, as only she knew how to do it in her own fashion. And at the thought of her in that situation, his cock became hard as a sword, and Aenar turned red as a pepper.
"I see that despite your words of opposition, your body is welcoming my sweet hands that are running over your chest. Maybe-"
But her words were interrupted by his new dear and loyal friend, Ghost, who knocked the woman to the ground, and with his snout, an inch from her face, began to growl. Aenar on the other hand began to laugh at what was happening.
So, getting out of the tub, and kneeling next to the woman, he said, "You see, Lady Arianne. I forgot to inform you regarding the fact that is not about my wives that you should be worried off, but about him, because he is even more jealous than my wives, and doesn't like the unwelcomed people."
With those words, he headed towards the couch that was there, still half-hard, to get the sheets to cover himself, and once done, he whistled to his friend, who after giving a warning barging to the Martell's lady, followed him out.
On the way back to his chambers, Aenar stumbled upon Alyssa, who was deep in her thoughts and didn't even notice him. Clearing his throat, Aenar, called after her, "Allyssa. Is everything all right?"
"It is. I was just thinking," she replied, glancing down and he chuckled, crossing his arms. Starting to walk, Aenar said looking forward, "I'm sorry, cousin, but I could not keep my word."
"What?!" she stopped abruptly, turning him by the shoulder. "I thought we were Clare that you will reveal nothing about my situation."
"And I didn't, cousin. It was all on his part. He guessed it," Aenar defends himself, but the girl ignored his statements, moving away, in anger, before he could say anything else, and Aenar sighing, went to his rooms. He was too tired for a fight, but what was sure was that this won't end her. They will have to talk about it, and she will have to listen to his reasons.
Near the bleeding sea...
Ghardaq
It has been months since her brother left for the free cities, without sending her news about his conditions. She only hoped that he was alive and well and that soon he will return back to her because the nights were too dark, cold, and lonely for her.
But fortunately, the people were busy in preparing for the war that was coming against New Ghish, to complain about anything else, while their sorcerers were trying their best to break the dragons' will, after failing so many times. According to them, their mind is too strong for their law sorcery.
She stopped on a small hill inside the city that was overlooking the training yard, seeing Imzar put to a thought test the new recruit that had been brought from villages that were near Ghardaq. The enemy was outnumbering them almost three to one, counting all the people, but if they count only the veterans that had returned with her brother after the expeditions, then the situation is even worse.
When he saw her standing, Imzar gave the order to rest a few moments, and then approached her, greeting, "Empress."
"How is the training going? Are they ready to face the enemy?"
"No. I suggest you gather your possessions and leave the city before they come because once that happens, everyone inside here will die."
"No, general. I disagree. I think we can still win," she said, starting to walk, back towards the pyramid, and the man following her.
"You never saw those legion fight, empress. They are the best and will breach those walls with their catapults and battering rams. They will take you as a prisoner, after burning it down, and will sell you to a pleasure house or worse after they take their turns. Believe me when I'm saying it and listen to my advice. Leave the city and wait for your brother to return in a hidden place."
"I will think about it. Now go and resume the training. Make sure that their skills are outmatching them. That one of ours is worth a hundred of them," she said, leaving the man, and changing her direction, heading towards the temple instead, where the sorcerers were breaking the dragons.
Open sea...
Balerion…
The girl was attacking him between screams and heavy breaths, struggling to keep his pace, but despite that, she didn't seem to want to give up. And her conditions did not favour the fight.
In the end, however, with a very surprising move, the girl managed to disarm him and knock him down, pointing the sword under his throat, breathing heavily, and smirking.
"Well fought, your grace," he said, smirking, and trying to use his charm, as she helped him, up, and moved towards the barrel with water, as the ship keep moving slowly, with the weak wind that was blowing.
He followed her too, seeing with the corner of his eyes, the watchful and unfazed eyes of the famed old Knight, Ser Barristan Selmy.
Leaning against the side of the ship, with the back, and resting on the elbows, Grazdan said, clearing his throat, "May I ask a question, your grace?" and the girl nodded.
"Why are you relying on Aenar Targaryen, when no one in Westeros will believe him a Targaryen?"
"Because he is my nephew and my husband."
"Yes, but the throne is yours by right not his."
"And how do you know who's right is to sit on the throne?" she asked, leaning against the side, on the elbows, and an arched eyebrow.
Glancing right and left, Grazdan leaned closer to the girl and said the rumours he heard with the hope to make a breach in her mind and awake the Targaryen ambitious. "I heard that your mother, when she was queen, named your brother Viserys the new King of the Seven Kingdoms, and he made you his heir."
Stopping to take some breath, and for a reply, Grazdan tried to read her expression, and understand her feelings, but failed, so he decides to continue. Looking up, he said, "He has only a company of Sellsword to back him, while you have ten thousand spears at your command and three dragons."
He stopped again, and glanced at the girl, seeing her look down in the water this time, and chin resting on her hands, while the ass out in great view with those breaches. By the Grace, how much his cock wanted to pierce that Valyrian ass of hers, but he made a promise to his sister, and need to keep it.
Turning, and leaning more towards her, he said, "If the so-called Lannister, buy his Company, he is lost, and his pride will never allow him to ask for you, which we both know will never follow him."
"You are overstepping, warrior. Remember your position and the one who you are serving," the girl said, raising up, and after fixing her dress, left him there, heading down below the docks, while he glanced at the Old Knight, seeing him glare back. Watchful as a hawk the damn bastard is.
She was heading to her cabin, to change her clothes that were drenched in sweat, but her mind was still there. Above the docks, with Izmahr, and his words. Everything he said was so true, and she really didn't know what to think. And she didn't even know how to approach this argument with her mother, without arsing an argue with her, or even with Jon.
Entering inside, she found it-empty, but half expecting to find her mother there. Getting rid of her clothes, throwing them away, she grabbed a wet cloth and started to wash off the sweat from her body.
"You should stop pushing yourself so hard, daughter. It's not good for the baby," came her mother's voice from the door.
"He is a dragon, mother. Hard work doesn't scare him," she replied, before adding, looking over her shoulder, "Just like his mother."
Her mother said nothing, heading to the table to fill herself a cup, and Daenerys, biting her lower lip and continuing to wash, said, "Mother, what if the Golden Company abandons us?"
"We will have the Unsullied and the Dothraki."
"But what if the Unsullied will not follow Aenar? What if his pried will make him think-"
"Daughter. Don't think about these things."
"But we need to think about this," she insisted, turning around and approaching her. "Never before a consort Queen had an army behind her, while the King had not."
"Who put this nonsense in your head, Daenerys?"
They are not nonsense, Mother, but the truth."
"Whoever it was he was a deceiver," her mother said, ignoring her statement, and approaching her with a linen towel. Wrapping it around her, her mother continued, "Was it the sorceress, wasn't she? It was her the one to put this nonsense in your head, wasn't she?"
"It wasn't her the one to voice them, but someone else," she replied, adding nothing else, not wanting to get Izmahr in more trouble, since she knew that her mother hates and doesn't trust him.
"Then who?"
"Doesn't matter," she replied, tightening the robe, and moving away. "Doesn't matter who put these thoughts in my head. It does not change the fact that Jon has a temper, that becomes worse since Valyria, and sometimes is very prideful."
"As you are," her mother said, chuckling and approaching her. Caressing her cheek with the thumb, her mother continued, smiling, "Everyone has that little bit of pride in them, Dany, and sometimes it makes them make bad decisions."
"It's just…I don't know, mother," she struggled at finding the right words to breathe out but failed.
"Her mother on the other hand, kissing her forehead, said, "Now get some rest, daughter. We aren't far from Myr, and I'm sure that once there, you will have even less time to rest." And at hearing those words, Daenerys blushed, glancing down, as her mother left the cabin, and she, sighing, got on the bed, naked, and closing her eyes.
Winterfell
Greyjoy. Filthy rebels, murderers, rapists and traitors. Nine years ago, he rallied the banners for Robert and destroyed the bloody walls of Pike in his name, breaking the futile rebellion that erupted, and making the old Kraken kneel, but he should have wiped the bloody house right then and there.
Now they dared to attack his city, kill his innocent wife and kidnap his daughter. Bloody Greyjoy.
"What are we going to do father?" his son asked, opening his mouth for the first time in days of silence since they returned and learning the news. "Father. This action cannot be left undone. We must free Sansa and avenge my mother's death."
But he did not answer. He didn't answer because he didn't have an answer for that. If he marches south, only the Gods know how long it will take to bring down Greyjoy again, especially without help, and in the absence, another enemy may attack his lands. Lannister and Bolton are only waiting for the right moment to strike.
"Father?"
"Nothing," Eddard replied, without looking at his son, and sighing, added, taking a sip of water, "We will do nothing but wait for your cousin to land on the shores of Westeros and use his help to destroy Greyjoy."
"But we can't leave Sansa in the hands of those rapists!"
"Then what do you want me to do, Robb?" he asked, raising his voice, and getting up. "If we march south and sail for the Iron islands, the Lannister and Robert will take the North, cutting us away from our lands. We will be surrendered by enemies!" Stopping, Ned squeezed his fist to calm himself, and sitting down, said, "We have no other choice than wait, Robb. And besides that, I have fate that Theon won't let anything happen to her."
"That traitor doesn't care about her well-being!" his son shouted again, turning on his heels, and storming out of his solar before Ned could have the chance to stop him, and make his son see reasons. He will have to keep an eye on him for the next few days and make sure that Robb does not do something stupid, however, it's not him the one that now needs him the most. It's Rickon.
But when he left his chambers, Ned stumbled upon the so-called Wilding Princess, "My lady, what are doing here?"
"Just exploring this strong…place if I can call it like that."
"You should not be here. I instructed Master Luwin that no one of your people can access the Red Keep."
"Are you afraid we will cut your troths in the dark?" the girl asked, smirking, crossing her arms, but Ned did not answer, passing her, and heard the girl add, "I am sorry for what happened to your family, lord Stark," stopping to swallow, and glance down, before starting to approach him slowly, "I know what it feels to lose someone you loved."
But Ned didn't answer, and neither asked who she did lose, glancing over his shoulder. Before leaving, he said, looking forward, "Thank Before leaving, he said, looking forward, "Thank you for your comforting words, my lady, but I ask you to leave the Keep, and that you spread word that no wildling is allowed to the keep. I already lost far too many members of my House. I don't want to lose more."
With those words, he left the girl, heading outside, full of anger, but when he reached it, Ned saw his brother Benjen with a northern party enter the courtyard, and so he immediately descended the stairs, "What happened, Ben?"
"A bloody battle, that's what happened, brother," Benjen replied, getting down from the horse, releasing a groan and holding his side. "We thought that the Ironborns attacked only Thorren Square, but we were wrong, and I had not enough men to stop them."
"You saw her, Ben?" Ned asked, following his brother, and Benjen nodded, avoiding his gaze, and at hearing that Ned pinned him to the wall, trapping his brother, and with sealed teeth, growled at his face, "And you let them take her?!"
Benjen groaned, squeezing his own teeth, and tears in his eyes, replied in a broken voice, "I tried, Ned! I tried and lost a lot of men. We fought, but we lost!"
After those words, he let his brother go, who fell to the ground, and glancing at the guards, Ned said, "Take my brother to his chambers, and tell Maester Luwin he has wounds to attend."
After saying those words, Ned, went to the Godswood, needing to cool and clear his mind, because he can't go to his little son in this condition and risk making him scared even more than he was now.
Near the Iron Islands
They were a few hours away from the Iron Islands, but he did not have yet the chance to speak with his sister, mainly because for the past hours they have been chased by the Northern and the Riverlands' ships who were trying to free the girl daughter of stark and granddaughter of Tully.
But now the waters had calmed, and they were slowly approaching his homeland. A homeland that Theon didn't really know, and hadn't seen for many, many years, with a father who would surely be displeased because of his adventures with the wolves.
Suddenly, he felt an object thrown at him, and turning around he saw that it was his sister who throw it. "What?" he asked, shrugging his shoulder
"What?" she mocked him, with legs on the table and drunken men laughing beside her. "I asked you if the wolves softened you up."
"Softened? Watch your words, sister. I am an Ironborn, and I will show you that reaving and raping are in my blood."
She and her men started to laugh at his words, and Theon in a fit of rage stood up, and grabbing the goblet from her hands, poured it in Yara's face, to which his sister immediately reacted, pinning him down to the table, and with axe at his throat, growled, "Do a shit like that to me and you'll be left with no balls and cock."
Theon swallowed, and his sister let him go, sitting back down in the chair, but not before hitting him in the balls, making him gasp and roll down from the table in pain.
When the pain disappeared, he slowly started to get up, holding himself between the legs with one hand and with the other helping himself up.
"Here. Drink," his sister said, pushing a goblet with wine towards him, and Theon drank it all in one breath, with some drops falling down the corner of his mouth, and cleaning it, he sat on one of the chairs opposing to her. "How is it? Better than the shit you had drunk in that cold place."
"Why did you come for me?"
"Father commanded. He proclaimed himself King of the Iron Islands and now will start his invasion over those lands that are rightfully ours."
He decided to ask nothing more regarding his father's agenda, however, remembering what happened in Winterfell, he asked, "Was it necessary?"
"Little Theon is sad for that old whore?"
"No…It's just…you had what you came for…"
"It wasn't necessary, but it was funny," she replied, taking another sip from her goblet. "Now Stark will come at us in rage, and we will bath in wolf's blood."
He said nothing, getting up, and leaving the cabin where his sister was with her men, heading instead towards the one where she was held.
Entering inside Theon saw her sitting on the wooden floor of the dock, chained, and a dress barely enough to slide her from the coldness. She did not acknowledge his presence, squeezing her knees to her chest, and trembling.
Approaching her, Theon took off his tunic and placed it around the girl, that he considered like a sister for the past years, and that saw her grow, but without saying a word. Then moving away from her, he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, and looking down.
After a few moments of silence, he heard her ask, in a rough voice, "Why Theon? Why did you do this to us?" But he did not reply, continuing to look away from her, and heard Sansa ask, again, "Did you hate us the whole time?"
"It's complicated," he replied, in a law voice, but never looking at her. Inside him, there were two sides battling for dominance. The one that wanted to make his father proud, and show him that he was still an Ironborn, and the other one that has been in control for the past years, and that feel sad for what happened to Lady Stark and that Sansa was prisoner, wanting so much to free her, but at the same time, held her prisoner, because that is the Ironborn way, till they took back their lands.
"Theon?"
But he did not reply, getting up and leaving the cabin, to head back to his, and get ready to meet his father.
Beyond the Wall
They were lost beyond the frozen Wall, without any guide to lead them back on their steps home. Many of his party died, and even the big man Hodder died, sacrificing himself to buy them some time when the Others attacked the cave, but days had passed since their last assault on them.
Since they left the cave, the sky had not cleared, and they did nothing but walk in darkness and coldness, with now and then being hit by a snowstorm.
"We're lost, damn it!" cursed one of the soldiers who were still with them, as Howland tightened the hold around the small shoulders of the young Stark, who was walking beside him with the Direwolf on his other side.
"Did you hear what I said, old man!"
"I heard. But decide to ignore your complaints. Now is better if you keep walking, or your blood will freeze."
"Fuck the walking. If you haven't noticed, old man, we're heading in the wrong direction! South is that way," the man shouted, pointing his hand in another direction, as everyone stopped excepted Howland, who keep walking.
The in a moment was before him, blocking his path, with hand on the sword, saying, "We go in the other way."
"Return to the ranks, soldier," growled Howland, with hand on the dagger, and shielding Bran behind him, who was breathing fast, and squeezing his furcoat.
"You are no longer in charge, old man. No Stark, no reeds, no titles. We are tired of taking orders from you or protect that little shit for whom already dozens of our brothers died."
"Return to the ranks, soldier. I won't tell you again," Howland warned him one last time, and before the man could manage to pull out his sword, Howland throw the dagger in his throat, making the man fall to the ground, staining the fresh white snow with his red traitorous blood. Then turning to the others, he said, "Anyone else wants to discuss my orders!"
No one of the men breath a word, and Howland resumed his walk, but this time, with Bran in arms, despite his wounds, but the little boy was tired for sure.
Suddenly he heard, a man shout, "Camp in view!" and Howland immediately run forward, till he reached the man, and stopping, said, "Wildings? Wights?"
"Abandoned for sure, my lord. Though, strangely, it seems to be some smug in the distance."
"Then we need to approach it carefully," Howland replied, placing Bran down, but still holding him by the hand, while in the other he was holding the sword.
A few moments later, they found themselves in the camp, that seemed to be abandoned. Turning to the men, he said, "We will make camp here, men."
But suddenly, Howland found himself with something pointed at his back, and the voice of a little girl say, "don't move! I'm warning you…Or I will…I will gut you like a fucking fish."
The little girl was brave, but her words betrayed her true feelings, however, clearing his throat, Howland said, "We are not here to hurt you, my lady. We are lost, and are only seeking a shelter for the night," while signaling to his men to stay calm. "I will turn slowly, my lady, and I ask you to hold your hand."
Taking a deep breath, Howland slowly turned, while glancing at Bran, coming face to face with a little girl, maybe of ten and three, with a very strange look. An albino girl. A rarity in the north, and in this world, as there are not many like them.
Wetting his cold lips, Howland, said, "Why don't you lower your spear, brave little lady, and maybe we all can sit around the fire, to warm each other, and know each other better."
The girl looked hesitant for a moment, looking at him with suspiciousness, before glancing at the other men who started to approach her, and taking advantage of this small distraction of her, Howland grabbed the spear from the girl's hand, disarming her, who backing away fell down. When one of the men tried to attack her, Howland immediately stopped him, "Hold your hand, soldier. She is just a little girl, scared and alone."
However, what came next, surprised him, as it was Brandon the one to step forward, and approaching the girl stretched his hand, "I'm Brandon Stark, son of Eddard and Catelyn Stark."
The girl looked at him with curiosity and suspicions, glancing between hand and head, before looking at the other men who were around, but in the end accepted the little lord's hand, getting up.
"What is your name, my lady?"
"Sylvi is my name and I'm not lady."
"Yes, that I can see," Howland chuckled, as the girl glanced between Brandon and him, before moving away, and they followed her, but not before nodding to his men to lower their weapons. She was not a danger towards them; however, he knew that the enemy was still around them, and the resting for sure won't be an easy task for them.
Myr
The fleet that Daenerys promised was approaching Myr and it was damn big. With those ships and the one that had been built in the city during his absence, will be enough to take his whole army across the narrow sea.
The moment the main her ship docked, Daenerys immediately climbed down and run straight towards him, giving her Jon little time to react to her body colliding with his, and he lifted her up, as she, with arms around his neck, started to kiss him in a very heated way.
"I missed you," she said between kisses as Jon placed her down, and breaking the kiss, while caressing her cheek, said, "I missed you too." And heard the dragons fly above them in the meantime.
In that moment, as he glanced behind her, Jon's eyes were caught by another woman's sigh that was walking next to Rhaella. She was wearing a white long robe, whit darker sleeves, while at the hips there was what looked like a silver waistband. She looked like a Targaryen, with long silver-golden hairs, that were falling on her side, but it was her eyes that seemed to differ from the traditional ones of house Targaryen.
"I see that you succeeded in your task, Dany."
"I did. And as you know she helped me reach you on that ship."
"Aye. I do," he replied, smiling glancing at her, before returning the gaze on the two women approaching, with Ser Barristan and Balaq on her side, however, he noticed that Arthur was not with them. "Where is Arthur."
And at his words, Daenerys lowered her head, sighing, and breaking from his embrace, said, "Complications araised when we were at Qarth. The Warlock tried to steal my dragon and Ser Arthur with Aurane were there in that moment. They got poisoned-"
"No. Don't tell me he is dead," Jon said, shaking his head, feeling his heart start to hammer in his chest and anger arise towards the warlock.
"No. He is alive but still weak."
"Thank the Gods," he said, realizing a breath of relief, and feeling his earth eased at the news.
"More like thanks to Shiera. She was the one that helped him not the gods," Daenerys said, and Jon nodded, while in that moment, the two women approached him.
"Rhaella," he greeted her, wrapping his arms around her small frame, and kissing the woman, who smiled, and blushed at the same time, before breaking the embrace. She was not a woman who felt comfortable showing these feelings in front of everyone but only in the bedroom.
"Aenar, this is Lady Shiera Seastar," Rhaella said, introducing the woman that had mesmerizing eyes, and he heard her say, "You're younger than I expected," looking him from top to bottom and start to circle him.
Ignoring her comment, Jon turned his attentions to Balaq, seeing that he was joined by two Pirates captain, one of who he knew very well since he saved his life once, "
"We had no choice since your bitches attacked our cities," the other one replied, and Jon did not like this. Not liked at all. So, approaching him, Jon stopped right a few inches from the man, and in a moment kicked him between the legs, knocking him down, and lowering, said, "I don't know who you are, pirate, but speak again about them like this and your head will be removed from your body and what is left of it will be thrown to the bottom of the sea."
With these words, Jon stood up, and motioning to Captain Balaq, left the dock with his family, hearing the sorceress say, "Impressive."
A few moments later…
He was heading towards the room where Arthur has been carried, wanting to check himself the man's conditions, and have assurances that he was well.
When he got there, Aenar found Ashara sitting next to his bed and Gregory checking his wounds, "How is he, old man?"
"Well, I would say. A few more days and he will be as new," the healer replied, approaching him. "Never saw something like this before. Such a healing after a poisoning like that. Usually, those that I met, died in a few hours after the poison was inflicted."
"Sorcery, my old friend," Aenar replied, patting his shoulder, and approaching the bed. "Mother," he greeted her, before turning towards his old mentor. "How are you feeling, Arthur?"
"I've been better. But ready at yours commands."
"I'm glad. Today I'm going to inform the captains about my plans, and tomorrow we will sail for Westeros with the armada."
"Then I will make sure to be ready."
Aenar smiled, patting his shoulder, and turning to Ashara said. "I would like your presence at the council, mother."
"I will be there," she replied, smiling, and he left the room.
An hour later….
"Now that we have the ships and the addition of the Unsullied, we are ready to sail," Aenar said, as he was standing at the head of the table, where the captains were gathered, but where Daenerys and Rhaella were missing, too tired after the journey, but the sorceress was here, and he tried his best to avoid her gaze that was fixed on him. "We have a mighty army, but now the problem stays where is best to land."
"Divide the forces is for sure a good plan, but only if the enemy will do the same," Ethenaine said.
"Yes. My wife Daenerys and her army of Unsullied will land on Dragonstone and take our ancestors' stronghold, while the Golden Company under my command will land on, and march north, precisely towards Harrhenal," Aenar replied, and the moment the name of the cursed fortress left his mouth, everyone who was there started murmuring vividly, but it was Ashara the one to speak, and silence the men, "Why would you want to take that damn fortress?"
"Because of what it represents, mother, and because it's the only fortress that can hold our numbers and be defended from the usurper's host at the same time."
"What if our path is cut off by the Usurper's army coming from the south?" asked Ethenaine, driving the conversation away from Harrhenall, pointing at the map.
"Oh, I'm sure that's exactly what he will do," Aenar looked at the man, "but I'm sure we can defeat them."
"What of the Dothraki and the sellsword, your grace?" asked Ser Barristan.
"That part is more complicated, Ser Barristan," he started, looking at the old knight, before glancing at the others. "At the beginning, I was thinking to make them land on the shores of Dorne, near Starfall to be more precise, and from there up the Torrentine till the Prince's pass."
"But Dorne is on the Lannister side," Ser Barristan retorted.
"I know. That's why I said it was a problem."
"Not really a problem, Aenar," came his mother's voice, drawing all the attention on her, who swallowing continued. "It's true that Dorne is on Lannister's side, with Yornwood as new rulers of Dorne, but they still have enemies, and one of their main enemies are the Warden of the Prince's Pass."
"Will they fight on my side?"
"Fight on your side no, but maybe let your army slip past their lands yes," Ashara replied.
He leaned against the table, resting on his fists, thinking if he can risk this road in way to conquer the reach, but then he heard Ethenaine say, "Why don't we land on the eastern side near Wyl. From there ride up the bonny way and head straight to the heart of the Stormlands."
"No. Stormlands need to be the last one, Ethenaine. Remember that eighty thousand men couldn't take Storm's end during the rebellion and it was defended only by a fist of men. Now it's different."
"Yes, by a dumb lord like Mace Tyrell," laughed Ethenaine and the other captains with him.
"No doubt that Mace Tyrell lacked military knowledge, but that doesn't change the fact that Storm's End is an almost impregnable castle, and the lords of those lands are fearsome supporters of the Baratheon."
"The boy is right," the sorceress intervened, speaking for the first time, and all the eyes, except his turned on her, excepting something else to be added, but she spoke no more, and so, Jon, to drive back the attention on the invasion, he said, "the Dothraki and the companies will land in Dorne and then ride up the prince's pass with Rhaella, Ashara, Arthur and Torren." Then looking at his pregnant cousin, he added, "You will sail to white Harbour with your men and then descend from the north with the Stark army."
The girl nodded, smiling in gratitude, and so he dismissed them all, wanting some time alone, but the sorceress did not leave, was only standing there, at the other side of the table, while he decided to sit down.
After the few moments of silence, that they spent int that same way, Aenar, sighing, and swallowing, said, "Why are you still here, my lady?"
"I think you know very well why I am here," she replied, rounding the table, and starting to approach him while sliding her finger along its top. He watched her moved, and never broke the eye contact with her.
When she stopped before him, gazing down for a moment, Aenar lost himself in her mismatching eyes, never seeing something like that before, and without a word sat on his lap, "I saw your story, little Dragon," she said running her fingers along his visage, and down his jaw. "I saw your victories from the past, and the challenge you will face in the future."
"Wha-"
"Shhh… I did not give you permission to talk."
"Permission?" he chuckled, pulling away her hand from his lips. "I'm a free man, and I'm the king. I need none permission to-"
"You are but a mere boy who plays to be king. To be General. Maybe to be even a Valyrian God with the little power they concede you."
"Not so little," he retorted, pushing her up, and getting up too from the chair moving towards another table that was holding the goblets with the jug of wine, and filled himself one, before sipping and turning towards the sorceress, only to find her a few inches from him.
"How much do you know about me, little dragon?"
"I know enough," he replied, sipping. "I know you are the las bastard daughter of King Aegon the Unworthy. I know your mother was a sorceress that died in childbirth and that you are a sorceress. And I know that you like to play with men as you please. Make them do what you want."
"So, you only know what they told you. What little Egg spread."
"I don't know who you are talking about, my lady, but as to why you are here, let me tell you the reason," Jon said, before drinking all the content, and place it on the table. Moving away, he added, wetting his lips, "The reason on why you are here is because Daenerys wanted to free you. Because you are Blood of the Dragons even if only a drop just like me and not as pure as my wife's one or of Rhaella."
"You don't trust me."
"I don't know you. I don't trust those who I don't know," he retorted, crossing his arms.
"If I suck you would you trust me more, little dragon?" the sorceress asked, approaching, without a smile, and Aenar couldn't even read her expression, despite being good at that. "If I open my legs, before you, will you trust me more? Or you would do it if I reveal valuable information for the coming wars?"
Now, the last part draws his attention, and moving back to the table, Jon turned the chair a but, sitting down, and with a leg on his knee, and his hand resting on the table, said, with expectation, "You have my attention, my lady."
She missed the war baths of Myr during their journey to Qarth and then to Astapor. The warm water always managed to relax her, and she was sure that the little one she was carrying liked it too. However, the more she was realizing, and enjoying the moment, the shadow of their departure was flouting over them, and so worries arise. Wetting her lips, Daenerys voiced them, as she was laying her head on her mother's shoulder, "Are you afraid of what is coming, mother?"
Her mother did not reply immediately, and Daenerys rose up, to look at her, seeing her mother with a fixed gaze on the void, but before she could call her attention, her mother sighed, replying, with a low voice, "I would lie if I said I am not. War is…difficult to describe. Difficult to explain, and someone should never look forward to it, but atrocity happens also during peaceful times, and two of the architects of those atrocities were your father and Tywin Lannister."
"Was he really that bad?"
"Yes. Bad behavior influenced by many bad events."
"I'm sorry," she said, moving back close to her mother, and wrapping her arms around her waist. "I'm sorry for what he did. For how he treated you. I'm sorry you have been forced to marry him."
"If I hadn't, I would never have had you, I would never have had Rhaegar, and even Viserys, despite what he has become."
She gave a weak smile, looking down, and swallowing asked about the other one, "What of Tywin Lannister?"
"He is the most dangerous man I ever met. Cold, calculating, intelligent, politically astute, ruthless, unforgivable."
And at hearing this description, her skin shuddered, and the heart started to race, swallowing and wetting her lips, she asked her mother, hopping for reassurance, "Then how we beat a man like that?"
"His weakness is his House. What he fears the most is for the Lannister reputation to be stained," her mother replied, getting out of the tub, and heading towards one of the sheets, wrapping it around her, and sitting on the couch with a goblet of wine in hand. "That is what we will do it. Stain the Lannister reputation more than it already is because of what they did to Aegon, Rhaenys, and Elia."
"And he will pay for what he did," came Jon's voice, as he got inside, starting to take off his clothes, throwing them away, before descending in the tub, heading straight towards her.
"Do you already have in mind what will be the instrument through which he will pay?" came his mother's voice, as he trapped her in his arms.
"I do," Jon replied, glancing towards her mother, before starting to devour her with sloppy kisses, and even bite her soft skin.
Daenerys could feel his hard cock trapped between them, as Jon started to push making her move backwards till, she hit the side of the tub with her back, making her complain. "Jon!"
"I missed you," he whispered, moving his cock to her entrance, as Daenerys opened more her legs, to accommodate his need, and with one thrust got fully inside her, making her gasp at the sudden intrusion, throwing back her head, and holding by his neck.
Grabbing her hips, and rocking his own, her Jon started to move inside her slowly, and whisper between kisses, "I missed your kisses and the warmest of your tight cunt during those Nights at the Wall." Whiles she only could release moaning words of pleasure, scratching his back with her nails.
Jon started to increase the rhythm of his thrust, as she tried herself to hold her coming, despite knowing it was near. With pregnancy came side effects that she really did not like.
"Jon…." She mewled his name, throwing her head back as he was thrusting her, and holding so that she does not fall.
They went like that for a few more moments, when a wave of pleasure took over her, and screaming loudly his name, scratching his chest, she came around his cock, but he did not stop. Placing her to rest her back on the side, Jon took hold of her hips and started to thrust in her like a wild man, till he came too, with a loud groan, spilling inside her.
Daenerys laughed to herself, biting her lips, and feeling her full cunt aching, before he pulled out, and without even a warning, he took her up in his arms, heading towards the couch where her mother was, and placing her down.
Panting, and spread on the couch, Jon said, "Today, during your absence, we discussed the plane of invasion of Westeros, before he stopped to take a sip of wine, and trying to regain his normal breathing, continued, "I will land a few miles away from King's landing and march north to Harrhenal. You, Rhaella, will land in Dorne with Arthur, Torrhen, and Ashara, leading the Dothraki, and the company of the rose up the Prince pass."
"And I?" Daenerys asked, purring, starting to run her fingers around the muscled forms of her husband.
"Dragonstone," he replied, taking a sip, and Daenerys frowned, at his words, raising up. "Why Dragonstone?"
"Because you are caring the future of our House-"
"You want me to stay at Dragonstone for so many months?!" she asked, raising her voice, and shooting to her feet.
"Yes. You and all the Unsullied, and your two dragons."
"No, my dear. I will not do it."
"Of course, you will do. I am the king," he insisted, minding his business, by looking in the goblet, and a sudden wave of rage, take over her, and Daenerys, pushing the damn goblet away, screamed, with hand on the hips, it away, "Listen up, king of my boots, I won't stay away from a war to avenge my family! I'm not a scared little girl, Jon Snow! I am blood of the dragons even more than you! The reason why they will accept you as king is because of me! The reason why you will sit on the throne is because of me!" Feeling her breath increase, and only once the words left her mouth, she finally realized what she said, but it was too late to take them back. Now that she took this road, she has to continue to walk.
Jon on the other hand, looked at her in shock for a moment, before getting up, and gather his clothes, said, "Rhaella. Come to my chambers. I need to talk with you."
"I don't think I will do it, Aenar. My daughter needs me more," her mother replied, and without another word, Aenar stormed out of the room, with Ghost trotting after him.
Now that they were alone, her mother came to her, wrapping a piece of sheet around her naked body, and before Daenerys could say something, she was the one to talk first, "You've gone too far Daenerys. You need to calm down and get some rest."
Starting to lead her out of the room too, and back to hers, while she wondered what just happened. What was this burst of sudden rage that hit her? She really can't explain.
When they reached her chambers, Daenerys however, her mother says, "Listen, Daenerys. I will leave you alone for a few moments and go to Aenar to see that he does not do something…well you know what I mean," and Daenerys nodded, while her mother kissed her head.
As she was heading towards the bed, with a storming mind, Daenerys heard a voice say, "Lover's quarrel?" making her straddle, only to turn and see, that it was Izmahr.
"Izmahr. You scared me," she said, releasing a breath of relief. "What are you doing here this late? These are my chambers."
"Indeed, they are, but time is running, and New Ghish threatens to take what is mine."
"New Ghish?"
"I'm sorry Queen Daenerys, but your time has come to an end," the man said, and Daenerys turned fully towards him, seeing Izmahr open the door, and more men enter the room, one of whom was Daario.
Aenar was sitting inside his destroyed room in darkness, squeezing his fist, and breathing fast.
Daenerys' words hurt him deeply, and despite that, he knew she was right. Unlike her, he didn't look like a Targaryen, the army he commanded was made up of mercenaries who might change sides as soon as a far higher bidder than him came along, despite the vow words they swore.
"Doubts. These are the first signs of scrim in a vacillating alliance," a woman said, and from the shadows, he saw her appear. Shiera Seastar, was walking slowly into the darkroom. "You're one step away from getting everything you want and at the same time you risk losing everything you love."
"Sensible words would seem to be," Jon started, hands in his hair, scratching his head, before looking up at the woman, and finishing, "...if they didn't come out of a witch's mouth."
"I see you are still hostile towards me despite my contribution to your cause."
"You have yet to prove yourself to me, my lady," he replied, rising from the ground, and approaching. "Your own actions, despite your words, are not yet proven. Who is to say that you have indeed instilled fear in the young Stag and not shown him a way to defeat me?"
"Then let me prove you my true loyalty," she said crossing her arms. "There is a traitor in your ranks. An enemy who wants to destroy you from the inside, who wants you to destroy each other. An enemy full of hatred, resentment, and who has already stained his hands with the blood of a dragon."
Upon hearing such words, fear took hold over his heart, and he immediately approached her, demanding answers. "Tell me his name."
"Grazdan is his name, but you-"
Jon didn't let her finish, realizing who it was, and quickly grabbing Blackfyre he headed for the door, only to bump into Rhaella, "Aenar. I... What's going on?" she asked at seeing him in agitation, but Jon didn't respond to that, instead, he asked, "Where is Daenerys?"
"In her rooms."
"Go in search of Ser Barristan and the guards. Take Ghost with you," he said, pushing her aside, and as he was running away from her, he shouted, "If you see Izmahr, run away from him!"
He run as if the others were on his heels, and when he reached her room, Aenar saw Daenerys on the bed, tied, before feeling a hit at is back, and lose consciousness.