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"You really should give up, wolfie."

"Never, my sun. I'd concede now and I might go easy on you."

"Keep dreaming… oooh, Lya. Right there." Elia found herself lowered on their desk, Lyanna's mouth doing unspeakably wonderful things to a tiny strip of honeyed skin behind her ear. Both her loves knew how to play her body like a fiddle. And as Lya moaned against her ear as she kneaded her breast, Elia knew just how to play them the same.

Lyanna's hand began to hike up Elia's dress. "Give in." The whispered words had a double meaning.

Elia's hand kneaded her breast a bit harder. "You give in." Lya's hand was so close to where she loved it most…

Without so much as a knock, the door to their private solar was thrown open to reveal a rather enraged Ashara Stark. "Well, you had to do it, didn't you?

"Ash!" Lya gasped, pulling back almost violently "Ash, do you mind?!" Elia scrambled to fix her dress, a bright red blush on her cheek. "We're quite busy."

"Yes, quite busy." The Dornish beauty was furious, her violet eyes blazing. "Too busy to realize another Dance building under your noses… no, scratch that, because of your actions."

"What are you talking about?" Elia asked, confused.

Ashara raised an eyebrow. "You don't know?" Gods, they were so clueless. "Daenerys and Rhaenys had an argument over Jon. It got physical."

Both Queens stared in shock… as if struck by a warhammer. "No, you're lying," Elia remarked. She turned to Lya, ire filling her voice. "Did you put her up to this?"

Lyanna scoffed. "Like I would ever stoop so low."

"Bullshit, she's on your team…"

"Both of you shut it!" Ashara couldn't stand it anymore. She went along with it cause she was sure Dany was in love with Jon and that her nephew deserved love, but with all that emerged… she couldn't do it. "I'm done. I'm out of this mess you two created. Did you know they were close to killing each other? Had Rhaella not broken them apart…"

Heartbroken looks crossed the faces of the Queens. "Ash… I…"

She cut her off with a raised hand. "No, you don't talk. Whatever the fuck is going on here, you make it right!" Spinning on her heels, she stormed out.

Alone again, the two women couldn't look at each other just yet. Lyanna ran a hand through her chestnut hair, quiet as she looked out the window. Elia simply sat down, elbow resting on the table and her head resting on the palm of her hand. None said a word, merely digesting what Ash had told them…

What Ash had basically screamed at them.

"I can't believe this," Lyanna finally breathed. "I never thought…"

"Both love him, apparently," Elia said, her words feeling like bile in her throat. "They love him so much for jealousy to form between them, and it leads to…" Dany was her daughter as much as Rhae was, and to think of their precious daughters saying such vile things… attacking each other. "What have we done? What have we done, Lya?"

The Northern Queen turned, tears in her eyes. "We didn't know… we couldn't have known…"

"We should've. We fucking should've." Elia smacked her stomach, then smacked it again, then pounded it over and over until Lyanna grabbed at her hands. They wrestled for a moment, a frantic, angry wrestle quite unlike their usual happy, sensual play. Elia thrashed about in self-hatred but Lya was too strong… eventually they merely collapsed into each other's arms, crying softly. "They hate each other, Lya."

"No they don't." The words were as much to convince herself as to convince Elia. "We raised them right, they love each other… they just need time."

Elia clutched at her wife desperately, seeking comfort in the strong arms of her she-wolf. "We have to tell them the truth. Reconcile them… I don't care if they hate us forever but I can't have them hate each other."

But Lya shook her head. "I've been in many fights with my siblings… mama never forced us to reconcile so soon after our fights, it never ends well." She kissed Elia, feeling the Dornish beauty melt into the kiss. "We'll talk to them after the tourney ends, give them both time to cool off."

Biting her lip, Elia nodded. "Aye, we'll wait." Her head fell upon Lya's breast, the two women simply swaying together, eyes filled with worry and grief. "They'll reconcile, right? Please tell me they will?"

"They will." They have to.


Arms crossed, Princess Visenya looked over her uncle as if he had two heads. "Hol' up, you're really coming to me with relationship advice."

Viserys was starting to get annoyed. "For the third time, yes."

"No, I recall very clearly when Rhae asked you for advice about six years back that you told her, and I quote 'Rhae, I don't want to think of my nieces or sisters in any way as sexual beings. As far as I'm concerned, I am Baelor and you are locked in the maidenvault.' I believe I remember that correctly."

Grumbling to himself, Viserys had to concede that his niece had an excellent memory. My life would be so much fucking easier had I subscribed to my House's penchant for sibling marriages. Senya or Helaena would've been a lot easier to love, but no, he had to fall for Sansa Stark. Gods, his life was a mess sometimes. "Look, do you want my advice or what?"

"Your advice? Sure, uncle, I'd love to figure out how to cure a burning crotch while I pee or how to properly brew moon tea."

"Young lady, that's enough." Tone loud enough, he managed to shut her up. "You may think you're funny, but I'm trying to help you finally secure the betrothal you deserve." Not a lie. "I'm experienced with women and know what actions by them tempt a man and what actions send them away. I am willing to give them to you, but you have to give me some respect. Alright?"

Senya, taking a deep breath, nodded. "Alright." Humor aside, she did love Gerold - at least she was sure it was love, and anything her uncle said to help her was appreciated. "I'm sorry, uncle Vis."

Viserys kissed her forehead. "That's fine. Now, your first lesson in catching a man's attention…"

Walking down the corridors of the guest chambers of the Holdfast, Princess Visenya couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Thin and athletic with toned muscles from fighting and training, she was often compared to her elder-half sister but Northern rather than Dornish. She didn't mind - Senya loved being thought of as the dragon version of her powerful muna.

Such was why the current state of affairs made her blush just thinking of it. Outwardly she looked modest, hair styled in a northern braid and wool cloak about her shoulders. So far normal. Underneath though… the dress Viserys had picked out unsettled Senya's sense of style greatly. Barely covering her up to mid thigh, it was skin tight and exposed her back and midriff. Something from Lys, he said. It nominally was Dany's but fit her like a glove.

This is for your love. This is for your love. Slinking slowly through the halls, she took her uncle's words to heart. 'Men aren't bought by expensive gifts. The good ones like simple gestures. A delicious meal, cuddling up next to them in front of the fire, their lover dressing up in something skimpy just for them…'

Getting close to Gerold's chambers, Visenya took a steadying breath. This was the moment. The moment I give my maidenhead to the man I love. Her heart thumped from apprehension, but she was excited. Putting a glittering smile on her face, she made her way to the door…

"You're playing with fire, Gerold."

Visenya stopped. Gerold isn't alone. She recognized the voice immediately as her cousin Quentyn… the asshole who hated her muna and the children of her womb. But he was in his own way loyal to Rhaenys, Jae, and her younger half-siblings so she didn't instigate anything with him. She wanted to give Gerold his space to be with his friend, but her love's next words rooted her in place.

"Pretty soon, the real fire will be married to me, so I'll be fireproof."

She leaned in closer, ear pressed against the wall. Normally he was so sweet and lovely to her. Why would he speak so flippantly? Perhaps it was just how he talked to his male friends.

Quentyn sighed. "Which one, Gerold? The one you've seduced or the one you hope to seduce?"

"Visenya? You think I plan on marrying that mongrel?" Her eyes widened. "Look, she's gorgeous just like her mother, but she's half-wildling. Why would I want her when I have a half-Valyrian, half-Rhoynish Princess for the taking?"

"Rhaenys would never want you. Seven Hells, I've finally come to accept she'll never want me."

Darkstar laughed. "Quentyn, my friend, I love you but you look like a toad. You can use your wealth and… whatever you call charm to get most of what you want. A Targaryen Princess isn't one of them - save that for me."

"You really think Rhaenys would leap on the intended of her younger sister? She loves Senya."

"And when Senya gets me into the inner circle of the royal family, Rhaenys will fall for me. I already know how I'll go about it."

"And what will become of Senya? The King won't take you tossing away his daughter lightly."

A laugh. "Don't worry, I'll figure out something for her. Maybe she can marry you… you won't do any better." Gerold continued to laugh. "Or you could have Sansa if you want. Harry's doing the same damn thing to get Daenerys."

Quentyn shook his head. "I'll start planning your funerals." Somehow Gerold found that hilarious. In his laughter, he didn't hear Visenya rip away from the door, running down the corridors with tears welling in her eyes.


Both sitting cross-legged on the bed in their nightgowns, Dany grabbed a flagon of Dornish red and poured them each a glass. She handed one to the softly smiling Rhaenys. It felt nice… it felt as their girl time together before the wars. Before all the shit happened.

Yet it did happen, and they couldn't ignore it. "How long have you loved our brother?" Rhae asked.

Dany blinked. "How long have you?"

"Nuh huh," Rhaenys wagged her finger. "I asked first. So spill." Balancing the glass in one hand, the other was at her hips, eyes insisting.

Hiding her blush with a sip of the wine, Dany thought for a moment. "I suppose I've been in love with Jon since I can remember."

A snort. "Not fair, I want to know when you realized it." It didn't shock her that the more emotionally healthy and cerebral Dany made sense of her jumble of different feelings before she did, but she was curious as to how it happened. "Dany please, I'm your sister. Just tell me."

"It's a bit embarrassing…" This time Dany couldn't hide her blush.

"More embarrassing than grandmother catching us in a catfight?" That drew a wan grin from Dany. "Just spill."

Wincing, Dany finally deflated. "It involves another man."

Rhae's eyes bugged out of her head. "Wait… you gave your maidenhead to someone else?" The Princess suddenly felt jealous… and heartbroken. She knew why, but tried to suppress it.

"What? No! My maidenhead is intact, thank you very much."

Trying not to look too relieved, Rhae exhaled. "Alright, so explain it to me."

"It was… just a silly crush. Remember when I went to Slaver's Bay with kepa on a trade delegation?"

"Aye, that's where you freed Missandei from bondage." It was a well-known story.

Dany averted her gaze. "Well… that's where I met Daario for the first time."

"Daario?" Once again, Rhaenys was shocked. "Wait… Daario Naharis, the Second Sons leader?" She had worked with him during the Stepstones War, having hired the Second Sons because Daenerys had suggested them.

Her sister had the dignity to look sheepish. "Yeah… I figured he'd be a clever warfighter."

Rhaenys frowned. "It scares me how you could've known that."

"We didn't do much, Rhae. Just a few kisses and maybe some fondling." She blushed harder. "But that didn't mean he didn't try to take it further. I never let him… cause whenever he did, I always compared his features to Jon and they always… came up short."

"I remember him, and you're not wrong there." He was handsome enough, but too arrogant and slick. Jon topped him in every category it wasn't even close. "So that's when you realized it?"

"No… it was when we arrived back in King's Landing and Jon hugged me at the docks - I simply felt complete in his arms." She sighed, a dreamy look crossing her face. "He is wonderful, isn't he?"

Rhaenys' eyes glassed over as well. "Aye, he's the best."

Dany hugged her knees to her chest. "So… now it's your turn."

Her shoulders sagged. "I can't give you a sweet little story, Dany. I just realized it. One minute I was denying that I did and then I finally got annoyed and said I loved Jon… I was like,'holy shit I love him' and by the gods I didn't regret saying it."

"So quickly? I could've sworn your old sparring sessions were filled with sexual tension."

Imagining it, Rhaenys flushed red. "Well… I can see how that would confuse."

Dany grinned. "You're wishing you jumped our brother during your spars."

"Do you blame me?"

"Not in the slightest." Both girls dissolved in a fit of feminine giggles, almost returning to the same four and ten nameday-olds that so made their brother blush from such girly subjects. It was greatly welcome after their fighting, but reality undoubtedly intruded. Daenerys bit her lip. "We both adore him, but only one of us can have him."

It was unfortunate, but the truth as far as they were concerned. Rhaenys looked down. "You have him, Daenerys. You've loved him longer and would be an amazing Queen."

"No, you deserve him, Rhae. You're simply amazing and he'd be lucky to have you."

"I know you're trying to be modest, but don't. Jon needs someone who can handle the politics of court, and there's no one better."

Dany shook her head. "No one is stronger than you, Rhaenys. You astride Sunfyre and Jon astride Vhagar… all our foes will tremble. I'll be content with being... your Hand." Anything for them, even if her heart would break.

Biting her lip, Rhaenys saw through what little walls Dany was building around her. But something was gnawing at her. "I have to ask… do you see anyone else but Jon?"

"No, only him."

Well… "I've imagined one other person I'd want to be with."

That surprised Dany. "Really?" She felt an almost sense of betrayal at the thought. "Who is this man?" I'll burn him with Frostfang.

She grew sheepish. "Umm… the person isn't exactly a man."

It took Dany a few seconds to catch on but a chuckle escaped her lips. "Oh, so my sister's in love with a woman, then?" She giggled.

"I wouldn't say…" The more Rhae thought about it, the surer she was just as with Jon. "Aye, it's love. As much as I love Jon."

Knowing for a while that Rhaenys felt the same as their munas, Dany was fine with it. There was nothing to judge. "So who is the lucky lady?" Maybe there could be a happy ending after all, she with Jon and Rhae with this mystery woman.

Rhaenys grew quiet. "No one I can be with. There are no happy endings here, trust me." It was as if she could read Dany's mind.

Dany though was stubborn just like Lyanna. She wasn't about to be denied. "You can't say that for sure unless I know who she is. So tell me."

"You don't want to know, Dany." Just looking at her sister… the things she felt… Sunfyre was right and it was even more tragic.

"Tell me."

"I can't…"

"Who is she?" Dany got in Rhae's face. "Tell me."

Seeing her so close, her beautiful violet eyes and pale features, Rhae simply gave in. "You."

"What?"

"You, Dany." Rhaenys averted her gaze, not wanting to see the look of shock and disgust in her sister's eyes.

Now that was the one answer from Rhaenys that would've completely and utterly shocked her. Daenerys knew that they all surrounded themselves with beautiful women. Sansa, Margaery, Arianne, Missandei, Arya… and now even the wildling woman Val that Dany was certain looked both ways. But her…? How had she never seen it? Perhaps I'm just as clueless as Jon is.

"Don't think like you need to say anything, Dany," Rhae told her, voice loving and concerned. "We can forget what I said."

What did Dany think of it? She was comfortable with women that loved women… in her family, how could she not? Her munas, Arianne, Asha, now Val… it wasn't like she wasn't used to it, but herself? I suppose I never thought about it. "Kiss me."

Rhaenys blinked. "What?"

"You heard me. Kiss me."

"I… no." She flushed red. "No, I'm not kissing you."

"You said you loved me, so I'm letting you have a kiss after so long. Do it."

"No." Her resolve was wavering.

"Kiss me, Rhae!"

Unable to resist, Rhaenys wrapped a hand around Dany's neck and brought her in for a bruising kiss. Dany gasped as soon as their lips made contact and Rhae took advantage, plunging her tongue inside.

It was a shock, feeling Rhae's lips against hers. It was only her second kiss, the rough, eager kisses of Daario the only ones she could compare it to. Rhaenys was softer but no less eager and powerful. It felt… good. Not good, wonderful. Hands trembling, Dany placed them at her sister's waist and began to reciprocate the kiss.

Such brought Rhaenys to an almost feral nature - having Dany after so long pining for her, it was overwhelming. She shoved her upon the bed, draping her tall, powerful form above her smaller sister. The two were in a passionate embrace of tongues, breasts mashed together with only their thin nightgowns between them. Immediately the honey-skinned Princess worked her lips down and kissed Dany's neck, making her moan.

Rhae eventually pulled back, remembering through her lust that this was likely Dany's first experience with a woman. Looking down at her sister, the girl stared back at her with glassy eyes. "Wow…" she breathed.

A laugh left Rhaenys' lips. "Aye, wow." She bit her lip. "Did you know that was my first kiss?"

"Really?"

She nodded. "I had experience with other girls, but I never let them kiss me. And there were no men. Only you." Rhaenys didn't regret it. "So… how did it feel?"

It took a moment, but Dany simply sighed in pleasure. "I love you too."

Rhaenys' eyes widened. "You do?"

"Aye. I now know how you suddenly figured out you loved Jon. I feel the same way." A gentle sadness passed over her. "We wasted so much time. Could've enjoyed this ages ago."

"Perhaps." It brought Rhaenys a gentle warmth. "We would've been separated as I went to war."

"I would've written you more… maybe something dirty." There was a twinkle in her eyes.

The Dornish beauty's eyes sparkled. "I would've liked that."

As suddenly as their passion hit, a wave of complete agony hit them simultaneously. Both sisters teared up, faces contorting in the purest of pain. "Oh my gods…" They needed not speak of it, for now in the wake of their revelations it was obvious.

There was no hope for any good solution. No matter whom Jon chose, one of them would be completely alone. Never could they have each other unless Jon chose neither, but then the anguish of watching another woman - one that while unknown they knew would never deserve him - marry Jon and be his Queen and the mother of his children. It brought them to a level of pain and heartbreak that they wouldn't wish on their worst enemy.

No matter what… they would suffer. All of them would.

Curled up together, destroyed by their revelations, they drifted off to sleep with sobs wracking their bodies. "I'll always love you," murmured Rhae, kissing Dany's brow.

"And I you…" Daenerys buried her face in Rhae's shoulder, praying for a miracle. Begging the old gods for some sort of strength and providence.


Rhaegar liked to work at night… it calmed him, the fall of darkness. Odd, he hated night rides astride Vermithor lest there was enough moonlight. He shrugged, not wanting to dive too much into it - that was Lya and Elia's job.

A knock on the door drew him from his dispatches. "Yes?"

Ser Barristan entered. "Your Grace, Crown Prince Daemon is here as summoned."

"Good, good, send him in and close the door." Barristan nodded and left.

Moments later, Daemon entered, the door shutting behind him. "You sent for me, kepa?"

Rhaegar looked over his son. The boy was dressed casually, just a tunic, trousers, and boots - all black. He had taken a liking to black since coming from the Wall and Rhaegar didn't say anything - it was one of their house's colors. "Yes, I did, son. Please sit." Gesturing for Daemon to sit, Rhaegar smiled softly as he did. "Arthur tells me that you have a secret."

Surprised for a moment, Jon's eyes narrowed. "He didn't tell you, did he?"

"He did not - was pretty insistent on not telling me. Said only you could tell me if you wanted to."

"Good. I made him swear before the heart tree."

The King was married to a northern woman. He knew what swearing before a heart tree meant. "Was it truly that great a secret to demand the ultimate oath?"

Jon was stone-faced. "Yes, kepa. Is that all?"

"I want to know, my son."

"You don't."

Rhaegar blinked. "What did you say?" Jon never talked back to him.

"You don't want to know, believe me." Jon sighed. "Please, kepa. It's better for us all that this secret die."

"If I asked you to tell me, no commands but rather a father's request, would you?" Jon said nothing, which answered Rhaegar's question. "Please tell me, my son."

A flash of something crossed Jon's eyes… it wasn't anger, but something else. Wordlessly, he stood.

Hands going to the laces of his tunic, Jon stilled. His eyes were filled with what could only be described as… sheer agony. Rhaegar recognized the look from when Jon had been ten and four, having killed his first man in self-defense. The look of a man in the deepest pain but also hating himself for feeling pain - that a real man or dragon wouldn't feel pain. "Go ahead, my son," Rhaegar said as lovingly as he could. "I am your kepa. I would never judge you or think less of you."

As Jon sighed and began to doff his tunic, Rhaegar knew he'd finally get to see what was truly bothering his son.

Five minutes later, when Jon had spoken his piece and slipped the tunic back on, Rhaegar wished he hadn't pushed. That he could go back and tell himself not to do it… Jon had been right, he didn't want to know. Nothing I can do about it now, can I? "I… I never in my deepest nightmares could've thought of that."

"Aye." Jon smiled wryly, wound still raw. "I didn't expect it myself."

"They're all dead, aren't they?"

"Uncle Viserys and Uncle Ned took care of them all."

"Good." Rhaegar's simmering dragonfire was tempered… replaced with a dark hole… "I am a failure as a father."

Emotion returned to Jon's eyes. They grew fiery. "No! No, I won't let you say that!"

Rhaegar ignored him. "I couldn't even protect my own son…"

Jon was at his side, hugging Rhaegar. "You were the best kepa." There were desperate tears in his eyes. "When I was but a lad, I would look at you and pray to the old gods that I'd be a great man and King as you were. That I could one day hope to claim your mantle…"

Hearing him drift off, Rhaegar hugged his son closer - letting his head rest on his shoulder just like he had as a boy. "You've more than claimed it, my son. You have surpassed me - I'm so proud of you."

Jon hiccuped a sob. He felt vulnerable - safe to be vulnerable now that he was in his kepa's arms. "Don't hate me, kepa…"

"What? Why would I?"

"I came so close to failing… to never coming back…"

He shook his head. "No, my son. You came back. You triumphed. That was all your doing." He softly stroked Jon's back, the two of them not King and Crown Prince but father and son. Rhaegar suddenly realized something. "Is that why you haven't told your munas?"

"Aye," he said softly.

"Dany or Rhae?" His son stiffened. "They won't hate you."

"You don't know that."

It was obvious to the King. "You love them both, don't you?"

Jon stiffened. "Mayhaps I do."

Rhaegar pulled back. "Mayhaps?"

The Crown Prince bit his lip. "Alright… I do love them both." I love them both… The darkness in his heart began to slacken at the revelation. "Dany… Rhae… Is it wrong of me to want them both?"

"Not at all. You're your father's son!" Rhaegar announced, clapping his back. "And if you're anything like me, you'll have the same stamina to please them both."

Jon's cheeks reddened. "Kepa… I'd rather not think of that."

"Right, right," Rhaegar chuckled. He then grew serious. "You know what you have to do, don't you?" He resumed his seat, looking the stern father. "They are my daughters as well, so I must tell you to do right by them."

"Don't I always?"

"You do, it's just a formality." They both laughed. "So do we have an understanding, Jon?"

Jon nodded. "Aye… I won't let you down, kepa." Greedily, he sought another hug from his father, one Rhaegar was more than happy to give his dear son.


Dashing around the little slice of home they had in the heavens, Shiera Seastar looked over everything. The throw pillows well aligned on the couch, the refreshments arranged aesthetically pleasing, the floors clean…

Watching incredulously, Brynden walked forward and grabbed her shoulders. "You have to stop, Shiera."

"They're all arriving any minute now, I want it to be perfect."

"What are you and what have you done with my half-sister?"

She snorted, eyeing him wryly. "I don't think it's wrong for wanting to properly welcome my love after he so suffered." Greedily, she rose and kissed him thoroughly… which lit the fire within both her and Brynden. All was forgotten as he pinned her against the wall, Shiera desperately undoing his belt…

The knock at the door pulled them apart. "Fucking hells…"

"It was dainty, so should be Daeron," Sheira chuckled, fixing her hair back up. Opening the door, she was right. "Brother." She hugged him.

"It's good to see you," Daeron beamed, Myriah by his side and holding a platter of meat buns. "Brynden, dear brother… you look better than ever."

"Much better when I'm not missing my eye." Brynden rubbed the returned eye - it was cloudy sometimes, but unlike uncle Aemond he hadn't lost both eyes before his death. "Myriah, you're as beautiful as ever."

The gorgeous Dornish Queen let Brynden kiss her cheeks. "Perhaps you should tone down your compliments, goodbrother. Wouldn't want to make your woman jealous."

"Oh please, after knowing what it's like for me to ride him, Brynden isn't going anywhere." The modest Daeron blushed, while Myriah simply laughed.

Another knock, this one a bit more brusque, drew Brynden out of the conversation. "Well, best let the others in," he shrugged. Sheira laughed and pushed him towards the door. Steeling himself, he opened it.

"Brother!" A bear hug lifted him high off the ground, squeezing his insides. "Finally settling down!" chortled Daemon Blackfyre, shaking his head. "Never thought I'd seen the day."

Brynden sighed. "Wanted to settle down for a while now, but someone didn't accept my proposals."

"I said yes eventually, didn't I?" Sheira defended before looking at the woman beside Daemon. "Dany!"

Smiling all around, Daenerys carried a platter in her hands. "Made some pastries. Raspberry coating but blackberry filling."

"Red surrounding black… oh that's just clever," Brynden said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

Daemon grinned. "I knew you'd pick up on that." Any hard feelings over Redgrass Field was ended when Maegor and Visenya gave each man a sword upon Brynden's arrival in the heavenly realm and told them to fight it out. The battle lasted nearly five days before they both collapsed from exhaustion. Since then, the two had resumed their old relationship… one of pure fraternal love that politics had sundered. "They're delicious, though. Gotta try them. Dany outdid herself."

"Oh shut up, charmer." Dany leaned up to kiss Daemon on the neck, looking to him with adoration. From what Brynden had heard, as soon as Dany arrived in this place she had shunned her 'husband' and jumped into Daemon's bed. No one could stop her, not that he wanted to. They deserve to be together. Naturally there was tension with Daeron but that dissipated. As for the other source of tension… "Where's Aegor?"

Furrowing his brows, Daemon shook his head. "He said he was right behind… oh for seven hells…" He looked back whistling. "Aegor, get the fuck over here!"

"No!" came the call, rather petulant.

"Don't make me come get you!"

"Brother…" Brynden remarked, everyone except Sheira and Daemon looking uncomfortable. "If he doesn't want to come…"

But Daemon halted him. "Bullshit. Aegor, get over here or I'll drag you the whole way!" He'd do it too… he was always stronger than any of them.

Sullenly, a frown marring his face - well, he always frowned, Brynden counting on one hand the times he saw the lad smile - Aegor Rivers arrived. His eyes flickered to Daemon, who nodded. He grumbled. "Happy housewarming, brother and sister of mine. Here is a bottle of the finest arbor gold to enjoy as you build a new life together."

It was obviously rehearsed, but Brynden let it go. "Thank you." He took the wine and bid his wayward half-brother entry. "Let us all sit."

Daemon and Dany plopped on the couch next to Daeron, the younger brother wrapping an arm around the older one and hugging him in a manly way - tousling his hair. Aegor sat alone in one of the two plush armchairs, arms crossed. Brynden moved to get his own seat and give the other armchair to Sheira, but she pushed him down onto it and sat on his lap, wrapping her arms round his neck. How was he to say no?

Myriah beamed. "You two are adorable together. Such a shame that it's been too long."

"Aye, a shame." Byrnden kissed Shiera lightly on the lips, offering a tiny smirk to the glowering 'Bittersteel.' You had decades with her, brother, and she still waited for me. He couldn't help but feel a little proud.

"Alright, alright, let's get this show on the road." Daeron clapped his hands and the image appeared.

Daemon whistled. "Ah… so it looks like Jon finally got his head out of his ass."

"That lad deserves the world," Brynden remarked, the only one who had met him personally. Had given him the best advice, and granted the entirety of their surviving family the greatest of mercies.

"When he gets here," Daemon pronounced. "I call the first spar with him."

A laugh. "Aunt Visenya will be the first to spar with him, brother," Sheira told him.

"You saw him in person, Brynden," Daeron remarked. "What was he like?"

Brynden was silent for a moment. "A more honorable person you've never met, but he also had the Targaryen fire in him. He wouldn't have emerged from what was done to him without it."

Dear, kind Dany scowled. "Those monsters deserved worse for what they did to him. Viserys and Robb Stark did the right thing, but they should've waited for Jon to give them the Blood Eagle."

"What's the Blood Eagle?" Myriah asked.

"You don't want to know," Brynden said with conviction.

"Hoping he finally tells Dany he loves her." Daemon and Dany were rooting for the two named after them to be together.

Myriah chuckled. "Obviously the better choice is Rhae. They are perfect together."

"I think all of you are ridiculous," Aegor grumbled, looking away. Brynden suppressed a laugh at his brother's inability to find a stable relationship. Even the Targaryen maidens here hated his sulking attitude.

"If you ask me," Sheira stated bluntly. "He should take both." She then proceeded to tell the siblings every single thing she would like to see all three of them do to each other… in explicit detail…

Gods, I love this woman.

A/N: So our poor dears are at their lowest point. Oh, no more fighting, I wasn't gonna keep them angry at each other, but there are no happy endings for them. It's up to Jon to fix everything.

Deep father and son moment there, with plenty of emotions and revelations.

Poor Senya :(

Housewarming at Bloodraven's house! What could go wrong, LMFAO

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