A/N: Hi everyone. Things are... tense over here with my grandfather. I have updates prewritten so those are what are being updated, but it might be a little bit before I can get other stuff out.
Hope this update tides y'all over for now.
Enjoy and comment!
The trend with those of wealth and power was to gluttony. To lack of discipline, enjoying what they had and overindulging. Neither Elia Martell nor Lyanna Stark subscribed to such. In spite of seven pregnancies, four wars, two decades of political intrigue, and the wealth of the Seven Kingdoms shared between them, they remained as slender and fit as they were when as mere ten and six they were both brought to Harrenhal as eligible maidens vying for the newly-crowned King's hand. It was… a source of personal pride for them both.
Dresses tight around their waist and straining to hold their busts, they sat at the table to break their fast - enjoying the modest fare. Bread, butter, oil, some apples, and fresh fish. The fate of Genna Lannister or Sarra Royce wouldn't be theirs.
"I heard that Rhaenys enjoyed a day in the market with our son," Lyanna mused, speaking up after a short silence as their happy chatter came to a close. She brought a forkful of fish and bread to her mouth, chewing slowly and swallowing. "They snuck out in disguise, if I recall, then shopped and danced in the square."
"Oh?" Elia nonchalantly cut an apple into wedges with her delicate hands. They were stronger than they looked. "Is that so?"
"Very clever of Rhaenys, going through with something that. It isn't like her." Lyanna had oft said with pride that Rhaenys was her 'mini-me' considering how wild and fierce she had grown to be. An outing of shopping and dancing should've been rather boring. "Where could she have gotten such an idea?"
Elia eyed her curiously. "I have no idea what you mean."
Lyanna laughed softly. "Oh wife, you can't fit a square peg in a round hole. Quit while you're ahead and I'll go easy on you."
Frowning, the Dornish Queen leaned forward. "By the end of this I'll be fitting into each of your holes… preferably with you tied up."
This was heating up quickly… not that either of them were complaining. "Tying you up sounds heavenly, for it is Daenerys that is Jon's true love and he hers. You'll soon see it."
"Rhaenys and Jon were meant for each other, and you're going to see it."
"I'm going to greatly enjoy you being my submissive slut for a whole moon," Lyanna growled, voice low as she thought of the many things she would do.
Brow raising, Elia could feel herself getting a little damp at the thought. No, you will not break for her… "The mighty warrior Lyanna Stark, you'll look amazing as a submissive slut of mine."
Their prurient fantasies of the moment evaporated as they heard steps clicking against the floor in the corridor. The servants were well aware of the amorous activities of the royals and after a few rather embarrassed maids during the first moons of their marriage, the staff of the Red Keep acclimated themselves to a very loving King and Queens - but another incident was at least attempted to be avoided. That didn't stop the two of them from pouting at each other, forced to have blue cunt.
But it wasn't a servant carrying refills for their goblets or more bread. It was their husband, ever so dashing in his simple leather armor and the crown of Aegon the Conqueror. "Good morning, my beautiful brides."
Lyanna sighed happily as he kissed her neck in greeting. "Morning, husband." Eying his backside as he walked towards their wife, gods, he was such a specimen. Most men at the age he was were already deteriorating into either stooped senility or running to fat, but her dragon King was as sculpted and powerful as the day she first laid eyes on him. For a moment Lyanna wondered if they could resume what had nearly taken place before he arrived. The lecher I married wouldn't mind a bit…
She shook her head. Queen Lyanna taking over from the horny wolf in heat these two reduced her to, she steeled herself. There was too much to do with the Tourney in her son's honor, not enough time for… that, unfortunately. Looking at Elia after Rhaegar greeted her, her wife was equally put out but resolved.
At least the preparations themselves could be fun… the ladies' luncheons… Lyanna still shuddered the discomfort of her wild ten and seven self to this day at the thought of such things.
"So," Rhaegar announced, plopping into his chair. He grabbed a roll and began smearing butter over it. "What were you two discussing before I showed up."
For a moment, Lya and Elia glanced at each other. But only a moment, for the calm Dornish Queen smiled lovingly at their husband. "Oh, nothing. Just on whether Rhae or Jon would compete in the tourney."
Scarfing down his buttered roll, Rhaegar shrugged. "Last time we had a tourney, Rhaenys won the melee. If I know her she's gonna want to defend her title."
"That's what I said, husband," Lyanna replied. "But does Jon compete at all?"
"He's like his uncle Ned that way. Never likes to show off," Elia said. It was an endearing quality most of the time, but sometimes a dragon needed to preen.
Another shrug from the King. "Maybe he's got something to show off for. You never know." He hoped that his nonchalance didn't come off as forced. From the placid expression in his wives, they were none the wiser. Grinning softly, he decided to stir the pot. "I'm thinking about leaping into the tourney myself…"
Two cups smacked down on the table at the same time. "Don't you dare, Rhaegar Targaryen," they both said simultaneously.
"You've won enough. Don't push it," Elia hissed.
"Is that what you want to be for your grandchildren? A crippled man with his leg hacked off," Lya exclaimed, red in the face.
Gods, Rhaegar loved it when his Queens were worked up. Made them ever so beautiful.
Another luncheon. Margaery had been raised on them and adored the social circuit, but sometimes she understood why Rhaenys bitched about them day in and day out. While there were so many groups that needed private ceremonies, it was just so… tedious.
At least the Northmen and Wildlings honored with a luncheon with the King and Queens were a fun bunch. She'd shared a rather strong ale with several, learned how to make 'human blood pudding' from a bald warrior with several tattoos, and watched Loras drink himself under the table with one of the Mormont sisters. Anyone else she'd have worried he'd get his dick into some maiden and fuck up their house… well… at least she didn't need to worry about him sticking his dick into some maiden. Rhaenys should be here, she'd love this. But her friend wasn't there. Dany was, Jon was, but not Rhaenys. That made her curious and if a little worried…
At least until she saw the objects of her lust alone at the corner of the royal table. Normally she'd be shy - shocking to anyone that knew House Tyrell - but the black ale had made her bolder. She steeled herself and sauntered to the table. "Prince Jaehaerys?"
Busy scrawling ideas for pranks on a sheaf of parchment, Jaehaerys jumped… only to see the most beautiful woman in the world looking at him. "Ah… Lady Margaery." He stuffed the parchment in the folds of his doublet. "Forgive me, I wasn't paying attention."
She giggled drunkenly. "Tis alright… what'cha working on?"
"Oh… nothing. Just a project with my cousins and sisters." Let her guess who that would involve. "You drunk?"
"How can you tell?" She hiccuped.
Jae laughed. "Ah, the black ale of the North. An acquired taste… an even more acquired thing to be able to stomach. Good thing muna taught us all. Rhaenys rather loves the taste more than her blood children though, which I find ironic."
"Aye… ironic." Sitting down next to him, Margaery couldn't help but smile, admiring him. Honeyed skin, strong muscles, silver hair… yep, the perfect package. Probably has a big dragon cock, too… mmmm… "Do… yip… know where… yip… Rhaenys is?" Smooth, Margaery...
"Rhaenys? Beats me. She's been moping since yesterday." Both his elder sisters were just acting strange. "Do you know where Visenya or Sansa are?"
"Vis...senya? Saaaaansa?" Gods, the ale was really kicking her arse. "Um… that really nice Dornish knight took Senya for a walk in the gardens…"
Jae's eyes widened. "What?! Fuck!" He rose. "Forgive me, Lady Margaery, I must go."
She watched him race off. "Bye sexy…" she murmured, suddenly feeling sleepy.
Clearing his throat, Jon bowed his head. "Kepa, you know that I have been hesitant to enroll myself in tourneys. Many an offer has been given to me to compete, and each time I have refused."
"Yes, my son, I am aware." The Crown Prince took much from his northern ancestors. With fighting a struggle to the death against wildlings and the memories of the dead and the Red Kings of the Dreadfort still seared into their memories, Northmen largely shunned tourneys as a waste of time - an exercise in mindless pageantry that corrupted warfare. While Queen Lyanna loved to show off her skills to the realm, facing off in the final joust against Rhaegar for six King's Tourneys in a row and trading the crown four times, her son stayed away from them… until now it seemed. "This tourney is in your honor, Daemon, but don't feel the need to participate simply because of that."
Jon sighed, but nodded. "I understand, kepa, but I wish to announce my intention to compete in both the melee and the joust."
Elia's eyes widened. "The melee? Why?" Not only was it dangerous, it would pit Rhaenys and Daemon against each other. Lyanna looked apprehensive too.
"Something I feel the need to do," was his only answer.
Before any of the royals could answer, a great cheer came from one portion of the great hall. "That's what I'm fucking talking about, Dragon Prince!" The big ginger wildling, Tormund, was out of his seat. "First time a Free Folk been south of the wall with you prissy southerners. Yer claim to know what fightin' is… we're joinin' our Prince in the fuckin' tourney to show you what's what!"
"Tormund! Tormund! Tormund!" The Free Folk warriors pounded their fists on the tables as they chanted, causing Tormund to raise his fists in the air, Jon to shake his head in frustration, and Rhaegar to simply chuckle.
Smalljon Umber shot up from his seat. "If you think we'll let wildlings make us look like pussies then you have another thing coming! We intend to compete as well, my King."
"I see." Rhaegar had been around Lyanna for so long that he knew how Northmen thought - and how to deal with them. "You think you're man enough to compete, giant fucker?"
A southern knight would find such the most grievous insult, but Umber only laughed. "Fuck yes, my King!" Cheers rang out among the northmen, leading to jeers from the wildlings as the entire luncheon descended into a mess.
So basically any Northern feast.
"Fuck you, cunt!"
"No, suck my cock, southern bitch!"
"All of you arseholes eat my fuckin' sword!" That came from Queen Lyanna, unable to resist.
Walking out of the chamber, Jon leaned against the wall with his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. That hadn't gone the way he wanted. "Embarrassed by muna?"
He looked up and saw Daenerys watching him. Her gentle, radiant smile eased his burdens. "No, I'm used to it." He kicked at a loose stone tile. "Just wanted… fuck it, it's nothing."
Biting her lip, Dany wanted to kiss him. To take away his melancholy by giving him the greatest pleasure of their lives… fuck, she needed to get ahold of herself. "Hey." Dany grabbed his hand. "I know just the thing to ease your burdens."
"Dany… Dany, whoa…" She was dragging him down the corridor. "Where are we going?"
"To where any Targaryen belongs! Come on!"
"My sweet little hatchling," Rhaenys cooed in High Valyrian, hugging Sunfyre's snout. The massive dragon had a wingspan bigger in diameter than Sunspear castle, but to her he'd always be the little hatchling she played with all those years ago in her youth. Gently, she stroked his warm scales. "You always bring me joy and calm my heart."
'I'm glad I can help, muna. I love you.' What may have sounded like some grunts and growls to the ordinary ear, Rhaenys heard as eloquently as she would her father or siblings. Such was the magic of the dragon's blood.
She sighed happily and squeezed the immense snout tighter - cheek pressing on the scales. It was warm, delightfully so. "I love you too."
The Dragonpit was among the first of her muna Elia's projects for renovation after her wedding to Rhaegar. Dragons returning, they needed a home, but memories of what happened before to the captive beasts was high on the minds of the surviving Targaryens. So, no dome was erected and no gates placed on the doors. The dragons could roam free but always came back, guided and loved by their riders. All lived here: Sunfyre, Jon's Vhagar, Dany's Frostfang, Rhaegar's Vermithor, Rhaella's Meraxes, Viserys' Tyraxes, Visenya's Silverwing, and Jaehaerys' Tessarion. More were likely to come with eggs warm yet not hatching yet, and the newly renovated dragonpit could hold them all.
All the Targaryens journeyed here often. Loving their dragons, taking them for rides but also speaking to them. Enjoying a conversation with one being that would never break their confidence over anything.
Rhaenys was one of them, but instead of being chatty like she was, she was silent. Sunfyre caught on. 'Something the matter, muna?'
She blinked. "What do you mean?" A stupid question. Sunfyre knew all her moods.
'You are quiet… does this have to do with your brother and sister?'
"Why are you too smart for your own good?" Rhaenys shot back, giving her dragon a cross look. Even as a hatchling he had been a smartass compared to Frostfang and Vhagar. The latter was a brooder while the former was the sweetest dragon imaginable. "And no, it's not about my sister… just Jon."
'That's odd. You love Daenerys as much as you love Daemon.'
"What?!" Rhaenys blinked. "I do not love Dany… and why do you say I love Daemon?" The dragon merely cocked his head, as if insulted by the question. "Alright fine, yes it's written all over me, but I do not love Dany."
'You lust for her.'
"I do not."
'Muna, I've talked it over with my sisters. They all agree that you do.' Sunfyre may have looked like a bloodthirsty beast, but the way he looked at Rhaenys was one filled with compassion and worry. 'I fear for you, muna. You clearly want both but this little game you're playing with your brother is going to destroy you all. Just admit to him and Daenerys that you want them.'
Mumbling to herself, Rhaenys crossed her arms. "Can you not overanalyze this? Sure, I am like my muna in that I admire the female sex as well as the male, but the only person I will marry is Daemon. He's the only person they'd let me marry that I in any way love… besides, Dany doesn't even want Jon that way."
Her words were followed by joyous laughter… and trills from dragons. Turning, peeking around the corner of Sunfyre's little dens, Rhaenys could see Vhagar and Frostfang being led out of their own sleeping dens. Dany and Jon were there, chuckling like when they were little. Daenerys swiftly kissed his cheek, whispering something to him.
Rhaenys felt her heart clench in that moment. Sure, they had always kissed him on the cheek growing up, but she could see a glint in Dany's eye. The glint of a girl in love. She watched the two of them mount their dragons, roars bellowing out as they beat their wings and ascended into the clear skies above King's Landing.
Simply standing there, numb, Rhaenys looked at Sunfyre. 'I told you so,' the dragon said.
Suddenly, the Princess felt a jealous anger well inside her. "That little whore… how dare she steal my man from me!" Wearing the same look as she did during the final battle in Myr, she stomped off.
'Oh Belarion above…' Sunfyre mewled in distress.
'Something bad is going to happen, son,' he heard Vermithor say from the adjacent den. 'Best speak to the girls once the hatchlings come back.'
Sunfyre growled once, acknowledging the elder dragon. 'I know, dad, I know.'
While Sansa may have been somewhat frivolous in her attitudes, Daenerys couldn't deny her dear cousin's skill in the feminine arts. The Northern braid she had fashioned for the Princess was ever beautiful and stylish, but that wasn't its strength in the moment. Instead, it had sofar held firm in spite of the force of the winds bracketing Daenerys high above the clouds. I shall have to give her credit for a job well done. Riding with her tresses loose and free was an invitation for tangles and blinded vision.
'Muna,' called Frostfang, hooting into the clear sky. 'Stop the distractions… they're gaining!'
Daenerys willed those extraneous thoughts away as she looked back. Sure enough there was Vhagar, her black scales glistening in the mid-afternoon sun as she climbed upwards. Initially designated 'Balerion' before Grand Maester Qyburn inspected and determined her female, the Black Dread Reborn had a slightly open jaw, wingbeats strong and slightly frantic as she pushed to gain distance and altitude.
Astride her was Jon, hanging tight and with his fur cloak billowing behind him. He waved to Dany, grinning as Vhagar slowly outpaced Frostfang. Oh no you don't, cheeky love of mine...
"Climb, girl!" she called out in High Valyrian - as with Rhae, she spoke it more often than Jon did. Frostfang roared, beginning to propel forward with his wings. Dany could feel the wind increase in ferocity and chill her through the thick riding coat she wore. She hugged Frostfang's scales as best she could, but the white as the freshly fallen snow dragon could only just manage to radiate enough heat to keep her teeth from chattering.
The two dragons were soon side by side, locked in a contest of speed and endurance as they gained as much altitude as possible. Below, Blackwater Bay and the coastline of their domains continued to shrink, more of the Crownlands growing visible… Daenerys swore she could even see Dragonstone far in the distance. Eyes locking with Jon, hers narrowed while his remained rather mischievous.
Never competitive to the extreme like her munas were, Dany nevertheless felt it in her bones. She wanted to win. She wanted to beat her brother, then jump his bones in triumph. The fire in her blood burned hot… Daenerys would do it. She would be triumphant that day.
'We need to dive, muna… I don't think I can continue…'
Unlike Sunfyre, blessedly large and powerful, Frostfang didn't have the speed and endurance to keep up with Vhagar. She was an agile dragon, sleek and able to twist and turn through even the narrowest corner… had they been canyon racing through the Red Mountains Dany would've put Vhagar away an hour before. No, this will need something cleverer…
Dany had it. "Sprint up, girl."
'I can't hold that forever.'
"Sprint and loop. Show them your skills." The dragon roared her agreement and frantically propelled herself forward. Across the gap, Vhagar noticed this and also readied for a further charge into the sky. Bait taken, Dany gave the signal. "Now! Loop and dive!"
Warning Vhagar with a lurch, Frostfang roared in response as she spun through the air, arching her neck downwards and shooting past her sister's tail. Dany could just make out Jon's look of surprise as he gazed at her over his shoulder before Frostfang plunged towards the ground.
"Whooooooooo!" Dany squinted as the powerful winds crashed into her, lids puffy and watering while her vision was tinged with red. She was close to passing out… but by the gods was it exhilarating. This was where House Targaryen was born to rule from. High in the clouds over the Realm, answering neither to man nor gods. Behind, Vhagar was diving as well and gaining, but Frostfang's head start and sleeker form gave her the edge. First one to Duskendale harbor is the victor...
Frostfang leveled out right above the surface of Blackwater Bay with a shriek, the near booming force and unfurling wings kicking up a cloud of sea-spray that peppered her with droplets. Dany squealed from the sudden spray but it was a good laugh. Duskendale was up ahead. All she needed to do was...
The roar reached Dany's ears. "Gods, brother… you are quick," she muttered to herself, impressed that Vhagar had maintained her close pursuit of Frostfang. But the larger dragon was at a disadvantage now. In such sprints, the frontrunner was the sleek dragon and Winter Princess. She could taste victory on the tip of her tongue as Duskendale harbor drew ever closer...
'You think you've won, sister?'
"Yes I have, brother… concede now if you so wish."
'No… I don't think I will… Now, girl!'
Dany blinked, knowing the last was a command to Vhagar… she glanced to her left and watched in stunned silence as Vhagar beat her wings in a greater burst of speed than none of the dragons could've imagined. She lurched forward but immediately compressed the massive wings almost flat against her body. The force drew her and Jon into a spinning roll that shot past Frostfang and Dany. Just enough to reach the harbor only a second before the Targaryen Princess.
Unfurling his full wingspan, Vhagar spun through the air in a victory dance, Jon again waving back to his sister with what was likely an arrogant grin.
Dany's jaw dropped. "The fuck… how in seven hells did he beat me? We had him!"
Below, Frostfang could only chuckle to herself. 'Seems you were outsmarted by your brother, muna.'
"Where did he learn a trick like that?"
'I don't know, but I plan to try it against Sunfyre next time.' Vhagar roared at Frostfang in greeting, a roar which her sister answered. 'Let's find someplace to land… I need a drink.' Dany nodded, guiding her back towards land. To her left, Jon and Vhagar glided into formation right next to them, their wingtips almost touching each other. Instead of gloating, all Dany could see was a warm smile on Jon's lips and her boundless love for him returned.
He looked magnificent atop his dragon. A true Targaryen Prince.
Luckily for the dragons and the riders, a large lake was found several miles inland. Circling over it, Dany had to struggle to keep the eager Frostfang from diving at the water to ease her thirst. Landing rather gently all things considered, she slid off the snow-white dragon while catching a glimpse of Jon slowly climbing down Vhagar. Giggling as Frostfang buried her head in the cool lake, she rubbed her throat scales. "I love you, girl. You did very well."
"As did her rider." Turning, Dany fought a shudder of delight. Jon's High Valryian was impeccable, but he spoke it with a Northern accent like their muna. It wasn't pleasing to most ears, but Dany found it irresistible. "If you're worried I'd gloat, you don't have to."
She shook her head, rushing to embrace him. "No, no, you're fine." Dany spoke the common tongue cause she didn't know if she could control herself if he continued in their mother tongue. "Gods, you were amazing, brother. What was that move?"
"Oh, right." He looked sheepish, which added to his charm. "Discovered that one north of the wall, trying to dodge ice spears from the walkers. Tyraxes was badly wounded with one once but got away… couldn't take chances."
Dany hugged him tighter, telling herself that he was safe and with her. "It must've been terrible."
"Aye, it was, but I feel a lot better now using it in our fun." He kissed her forehead. "Ironic, I always thought it would be Rhae that challenged me to a dragonride first."
"Did I surprise you, brother?" Dany grinned.
Jon grinned back. "A good surprise, though now I'm worried what special tricks Rhae will have for me from dodging Myrish scorpions." They both laughed at that, faces devoid of stress as they lost themselves in happiness.
Their eyes locked. Dany felt a spark in their touch… it was coming, she could feel it…
"Um…" Jon pulled back from their embrace, rubbing the back of his neck. "I brought a little something for us to eat in my saddlebag. Should I get it."
Breathless, Dany simply nodded. She watched him walk away, kicking herself. Damn it!
Bow creaking as it drew back, with a loud thwack the arrow sailed out towards the target, hitting just a quarter inch off dead center. King Viserys II Targaryen snorted, smirking. "Still have a problem with endurance, Egg? It's a wonder that you were able to sire five children."
Glaring back at his younger brother, King Aegon III Targaryen lowered his bow. "Times like this I wish the old grouch was back."
"Muna and kepa freed me from that bitch's hold over my heart, so you're stuck with the happy me for the longest time, Egg." He clapped his older brother on the back. "So in a century and a half you still haven't learned to keep endurance with your arrows?"
"We've been at this for a thousand rounds, Vis. Can you give me a break for once?"
Viserys held up his hands. "Sorry, Egg. Can't blame me for giving a bit of advice." Raising his own bow, he let an arrow fly. His smacked dead center just as it had the past thousand times. "Whooo! There's no argument where your daughter got her skills from."
"You got your skills from me, my son."
Both Kings looked up to see a blood red dragon soaring above the clouds of their heavenly realm, roaring his greeting upon them. Viserys waved happily as he always would've, but poor Aegon's smile was only existing of the last century. It had taken him a lot of time to extract himself from his pain and demons. "Kepa!" Viserys ran forward to embrace his father.
Pressing a kiss against the crown of his son's head, Daemon squeezed him and then walked to his elder son. "Egg"
"Kepa." He tried to stay strong, even after such a long time remembering his last memory of either of his parents being a scared, screaming little boy, but feeling Daemon clasping his shoulder broke the poor King. He hugged his father close. "I'm happy to see you."
"As am I to see you," Daemon replied, ever so proud of his beloved sons. "And I am sure Caraxes offers his love, right boy?"
'It's always a pleasure to be with the hatchlings,' Caraxes growled as Viserys stroked his scales. 'But kepa one's hatchling always had a treat for me.'
Viserys groaned. "Kepa caught us unawares, boy." The Blood Wyrm's amber eyes twinkled with mirth. "So where's muna?"
Daemon rolled his eyes. "Your uncle Aegon's nameday." Vis scowled as Aegon's face turned red at the mere mention of his uncle. "Neither she, nor your aunt Helaena, nor your uncles Aemond and Daeron wish to go into that mess of wine flagons and chicken bones he calls a home, but grandfather insists."
"He still hasn't realized his son a lost cause?" Viserys adored his grandfather, the one he was named for. Jolly and fun-loving, it was someone on whom merriment and gluttony fit decently. Uncle Aegon had absolutely all of the gluttony but none of the love or joy - a perpetual insecure jerk. Thank the gods Aunt Helaena is with Lord Stark now.
"You know your grandfather," Daemon shrugged. "Unabashed optimist, and we have to love him for it. He didn't fail us, we failed him."
"Uncle failed him the most," Aegon growled. It had been a long road to bring him from his dark depression since arriving here, Viserys remembered seeing when he arrived decades after. Reuniting with muna and kepa helped, but seeing his children destroy themselves kept him mired in sorrow. But about a moon after Viserys arrived, one too many flagons of Arbor gold led uncle Aegon to launch into another tirade on his 'Whore Sister' and all of her 'bastard brats' - alongside vicious epithets against great-aunt Visenya, grandmother Alysanne, and little Daena.
Rhaena, uncle Aemon, grandmother Alyssa, and aunt Saera wanted to jump him but it had been Aegon that did so. Finally broken out of his depression, the dragon finally awoke and he lept on his uncle, blows raining down as he screeched at the top of his lungs with every single obscenity he knew. It took uncle Maegor, grandfather Baelon, and grandfather Jaehaerys all their strength to pull Aegon off his bloodied uncle. Never since did uncle Aegon associate with the family much, and ever since Aegon had been fine.
"That he did, but we all must be mindful of our own shortcomings."
"Least someone is making up for our mistakes." Viserys pointed to the screen, showing Crown Prince Daemon and Princess Daenerys riding their dragons, laughing merrily.
Caraxes growled. 'He should just take both of them as mates and end this insanity.'
"Wise beyond your years, boy, wise beyond your years."
A/N: And Dany was also so close... but now Rhaenys is pissed off. This can't end well.
Lyanna and Elia are the best wives, no? XD
And don't we all just love the dragons?
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