When he caught sight of her torn clothing, Ser Criston's hand grabbed the grip of his sword.

"Stay your blade, good Ser," Rhaenyra said. "I'm fine."

"What's going on here?" Ser Criston demanded. "What… How…"

"I need your help, Ser Criston."

"Is someone inside your bedchambers, Princess?" he asked. "What-"

"I invited him, Ser."

"What?"

"Ser Criston," she said. "You are a smart man. Surely, you must know. What do they whisper about me?"

He looked away. "I-I don't put stock in gossip, Princess."

"What do they say?" she repeated. "Look at me, Ser Criston."

His eyes met hers. "I-I heard rumours, Princess. That you invite men in your bedchambers to… to serve you with their hands and tongues. But I've been serving you for years and I've never seen any signs that this is happening. It's just-"

"But surely you've heard me?" she inquired. "You've heard me pleasuring myself? You've heard my moans and cries and-"

"Everyone has needs, Princess. I don't see any issue with tending to them yourself."

"Ah, but they have grown. I can no longer tend to them by myself. I'll be needing some help."

Ser Criston shifted uncomfortably. "I'm sure your future husband-"

"Ah, but we both know he prefers the company of young squires. No, there's only one man who can satisfy my needs. And he's in there."

"Daemon."

"I need your help, Ser Criston," Rhaenyra said. "You are my guard, aren't you? You need to stop people from entering my bedchambers."

"Princess, if anyone finds out-"

"They won't. If you help me."

"I…"

"What do you want, Ser Criston? Whatever it is, I can make it happen. I'm the only one who can. My father didn't even want you in his Kingsguard. All these people are obsessed with blood and gender. But not me. I reward skill. Skill and loyalty."

"I know. And I am very grateful for that-"

"And I'm very grateful for your loyalty, Ser Criston. Don't let anyone in. The Princess is sleeping."

He took a deep breath. "Yes, Princess."

"Perfect."

Rhaenyra spun around and-

Hold on.

Her heart was hammering in her chest. Would Daemon still be there?

This could have been a trick. Daemon could have sent her outside so he could flee safely.

Damnit. It was surely a trick. Daemon was long gone.

She opened her door and entered her bedchambers.

The bed was empty.

She sighed. Of course it was.

Rhaenyra closed her door. She should get some rest. Today had been a long-

Wait. What was this?

Rhaenyra picked up the hastily scribbled note on her bed.

Throne room. Wear something nice.

She swallowed her fear. No way. They couldn't do it in the throne room. Again. That was just…

Rhaenyra squeezed her legs together. Why did that make her wet?

She shook her head. Stay focused. She had to get ready for Daemon.

With resolute steps, she walked to her closet and picked up a strapless red dress. Father had it made specifically for her little trip to find a husband. It hadn't really served its purpose. Sure, it showed off her body nicely, but none of these men were interested in her looks. And Rhaenyra certainly didn't have to seduce any of them.

But at least now, it could serve its proper purpose.

She checked herself out in the mirror. Not bad. The red fit nicely with her necklace. Hm. Maybe…

Rhaenyra grabbed the top and pulled it down. Her breasts spilled out.

She smirked. That would come in handy later.

Rhaenyra quickly fixed up her dress and walked to the door.

"Princess?"

"Change of plans, Ser Criston. I'll be going for a walk. If anyone asks, I'm asleep."

"Yes, Princess."

She walked away.

Luckily, her room was relatively close to the throne room. And there were no guards on the way there. All of the guards were patrolling outside the castle, or guarding the bedchambers of the important people (like her). There was no need to guard the throne room in the middle of the night.

When she entered, she found Daemon sitting on the throne. Just like before. An arrogant smirk played on his lips.

Unbelievable.

Rhaenyra switched to High Valyrian. "Are you hoping for a repeat of last time, Uncle?"

She slowly walked up to him.

"Would that be a problem, Princess? I see you are still wearing my collar."

"I'm afraid that won't be enough to satisfy me this time," she said. "I'm not a little girl anymore. I have needs."

"You still look quite little to me."

Rhaenyra pulled down her dress, exposing her chest to him.

"Do I?"

He shrugged. "I've seen bigger."

Rhaenyra stopped walking. "If you're not satisfied, I can leave."

His voice shifted. "Keep walking."

Their eyes locked.

Rhaenyra smiled inwardly. Alright then.

Slowly, she walked up the steps until she stood right in front of him.

"Shall I take it off completely?" she asked. "Your Grace?"

He smirked. "No, it's fine like that."

Suddenly, Daemon stood up.

"Woah."

Rhaenyra reflexively pulled back, but there was no room behind her. The space before the throne was enough for one person to stand or kneel down, but if you stepped backwards, you immediately reached the stairs going down.

Daemon wrapped his arms around her waist, preventing her from falling down.

"Careful, Princess." They were so close together now that she could feel his hot breath on her.

"W-What are you doing?"

Daemon gently spun them around. She was standing with her back to the Iron Throne now.

"Sit," he ordered.

"W-What?"

"Sit down, Princess."

"N-No, I can't… that's…"

But Daemon ignored her protests. His firm hands pushed her down on the throne.

She was doing it. She was sitting on the Iron Throne.

"One day, this chair will be yours," Daemon whispered. "Better get used to it."

"Can't you sit here? I-I'll get on my knees and-"

"Not this time, Princess. No, this time…"

Daemon sank down to his knees.

"Wait, what are you going to-"

He pulled up her dress and leaned forward.

"Wait," Rhaenyra begged. "You can't just."

"Oh my," Daemon said. "Not wearing any undergarments, are we?"

"Just wait, please. I…"

Daemon paused. "Are you scared?"

She nodded. "I-I never wanted to be Queen. I just… I just want to be that little girl again. Can't you take care of me again?"

He smirked. "I am taking care of you."

"No, I-I need you to be King."

"It's too late. The Velaryons won't be passed over a second time. You have to marry Leanor. It's the only way."

"What if you married Laena?" Rhaenyra suggested.

"And then what?" Daemon asked. "Usurp the throne from you?"

"I'll gladly give it to you. I'll give you anything."

"It's not that simple. You've seen the smallfolk. You've seen the Lords and their schemes."

"Then take me as your wife. You can have multiple wives. Or get rid off your bi-"

"Princess, listen to me. You will wed Ser Leanor. And once the time comes, you will name me Hand of the Queen. I will rule for you and I will root out any resistance to our reign. But you have to sit the Iron Throne. It's the only way."

Rhaenyra bit her lip. "But you'll be in charge?"

"Of course, my Little Princess. That's what you want, isn't it?"

Rhaenyra touched her necklace. "Yes."

"Lean back. Careful not to cut yourself, Princess."

Slowly, Princess Rhaenyra leaned back. She opened her legs a little more for him.

"Pull up your dress," he commanded.

She obeyed right away, pulling up her dress to her belly. She was completely exposed now. Rhaenyra always trimmed her pubic hair. Given how much time she spent touching herself, it was a lot easier if there wasn't a bush of hair in the way.

So when she spread her legs, Daemon could pretty much see everything. Every pink fold, every-

Daemon reached out and spread her pussy lips with his fingers.

"Beautiful."

Rhaenyra looked away. This was so-

"Look at me," Daemon commanded. "Look at what I'm gonna do to you."

She looked back at him.

"Enjoy yourself," Daemon added. "You won't get this treat very often."

"I-I'm the Princess." She could have anyone lick her pussy anytime she wanted.

"Yes, my Little Princess. But I'm in charge, am I not?" He pushed his index finger into her pussy.

Rhaenyra inhaled sharply. "Yes, Lord Hand."

"We're all alone, you can say it."

Rhaenyra hesitated briefly. But her need quickly overtook reason. "Please, Your Grace."

"Please what?"

"I want to feel your tongue."

"Ye, I don't know. We don't want to spoil the Princess too much, do we?" With his thumb, he rubbed the little button above-

"Oh." Rhaenyra moaned. "Fuck."

"Watch your tongue, young lady." He rubbed her harder. His index finger moved inside her pussy.

"Sorry, Your Grace."

Daemon added a second finger. "Oh my, it just slips right in. Are you sure you're a virgin?"

"I-I am," Rhaenyra assured him.

"Oh really? Nothing ever went in this needy pussy of yours? I don't believe that."

"Just… A couple fingers."

"Yours?" he asked. His fingers were pumping in and out of her pussy now, while his thumb rubbed her clit. Her fluids were leaking out.

"Yes. And… The occasional Knight or servant. I…"

"Dirty girl."

"It's not like you didn't fuck around," she argued.

"But I don't have to be chaste for my marriage."

"I am still a virgin," she assured him. "That's what matters. I saved myself for you."

"Oh. How kind of you," he teased her. "I think that deserves a kiss."

Daemon pulled out his soaking wet fingers. Then, he leaned forward and kissed her pussy.

"Ah." Rhaenyra's breath quickened.

This wasn't the first time she felt a hot tongue between her legs. But it had been years and years. And this was Daemon. Daemon was tending to her-

Fuck.

His tongue dove deep inside.

"H-How are you so good at that?"

He smirked. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I thought… you let… other way." It was getting difficult to form a coherent phrase.

"Stay focused, Princess," he chastised her.

"Sorry, Your Grace. I just… I thought you let girls… use their mouths on you. Not… the other way around."

"Why not?" he asked. His tongue continued its oral assault on her pussy. She wasn't going to last much longer like this.

"B-Because… You… You like to be… in charge."

"I am in charge," he said. "You think you're in charge because you're sitting on the Throne and I'm kneeling in front of you? Don't be silly. You're completely powerless. I can do anything I want to you."

"I…"

He smirked. "You don't believe me? Hm, you're nice and warmed up, I can show you."

"Show me?"

"Don't climax," he ordered.

"What?"

"You heard me."

Then, he got serious. She felt him grinding up and down, his tongue and lips sucking and licking her. Within seconds, she was hovering on the edge.

Rhaenyra grit her teeth. Don't climax? How was she supposed to do that? Could she even-

Daemon's tongue pushed deep inside her.

"Please," she begged. "Please let me cum. Please…"

He chuckled. "Look at you. A wet begging mess."

"Please," Rhaenyra begged. "I'll do anything. Just let me… ow…"

It took all her effort to stop herself from going over. Her pussy was quivering against his tongue.

"Do it," Daemon ordered. His tongue flicked her clit.

"Ah. Yes. Fuck." Rhaenyra threw her head back. "Thank you. Your Grace. Tha- ah…"

She screamed as she surrendered her body to the throes of orgasm.

Daemon continued to gently lick and suck on her pussy as wave after wave of her orgasm crashed through her body.

Finally, the twitching and shaking ended.

Very gently, Daemon licked up the copious amount of fluid that had come out of her pussy.

"Delicious," he whispered. His trademark smirk had appeared on his face again.

"That was… amazing," Rhaenyra said, panting. Her chest was rising with every laboured breath.

After the violent orgasm had passed through, her body was left weak and tired, but also intensely satisfied. Her fingers had never been able to satisfy her like this. No, only Daemon could do this.

The last time she felt like this was years ago. Right here, in the throne room. With Daemon on the throne and she kneeling in front of him.

She wasn't sure which one she preferred. Not that it mattered. It wasn't up to her. Daemon would decide, and she'd go along for the ride.

Rhaenyra closed her eyes. So tired.

She felt Daemon lift her into his arms.

"It's okay, Little Princess," he said. "Rest."

"Hm."

She felt him kiss her forehead. Then, she fell asleep.