A/N: Forgive me everyone for taking longer than I thought with this.

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"The day is here."

"The day is here."

Both Princesses squealed, hugging each other for the fifth time in the last hour. "THE DAY IS HERE!" Dany and Rhae shouted together, screaming happily and jumping up and down in pure joy. Married to Jon as they were, this was what both of them dreamed of. Being wed to him formally and before the entire Realm.

No one ever able to tear them apart.

"Please tell me this isn't some dream, Dany." Rhaenys looked into the pair of indigo eyes she loved so much. "That I won't wake up sleeping next to a rock outside the walls of Tyrosh?"

An eyebrow rose. "You slept outside against a rock?"

She rolled her eyes. "That's what you took from that?" Dany annoyed her sometimes - though now that she could reply by pinning her to the wall and kissing her soundly, it was less of an irritation to her. "If you serve alongside your men, they'll be more likely to fight with you."

"No, I get that, but you're the one that insists on the plushest pillows and softest sheets on our bed…"

"Just answer the question, wife." You're lucky I love you, and that you're the most desirable woman in the world… Seven hells, she was getting aroused again.

Smirking, Dany drew out a pause to ire Rhae further… but eventually she took mercy on her love. "This isn't a dream, my beautiful Sun Dragon." Dany leaned forward and kissed her neck, making Rhae moan. "This is reality, a blissful, perfect reality." Kissing up her chin and cheek, their lips met and soon they lost themselves in each other. Hands wandered and all the efforts to fix their dresses would've been dashed as they descended into the sweetest of passions…

"Well well, isn't this familiar?"

Dany yanked back, splitting from her bride. "Hello munas."

Arms crossed, Lyanna grinned at her daughters. "This reminds me of my wedding to your kepa. Grandmother Lyarra wasn't around to keep us out of trouble and we were half an hour late."

"Muna…"

Elia held up her hands. "Alright, alright." She closed her eyes and suddenly the Queen's lids welled with tears. "You two look beautiful."

"They do, don't they?" The tears were infectious, and soon Lyanna was softly sobbing as well.

"Muna?" Rhaenys looked dismayed. "Why are you crying?"

"Is it something we did?" Dany was worried.

"No, not at all." Lyanna surged forward, hugging Rhaenys close. "You did nothing wrong… you two are the perfect daughters."

Elia pulled Dany into her embrace. "We couldn't be prouder of the smart, beautiful future Queens you have become… just that we failed you and hurt you."

"You didn't hurt us, muna," Dany urged.

"We made that damn bet that nearly tore you apart." Lyanna still felt guilt over it. "How can you ever forgive us?"

Rhaenys squeezed her muna's waist. "If it wasn't for you, I don't think I'd ever have admitted my love for Jon."

"Nor he for us," Dany added. "We owe you and kepa for all our happiness."

Elia tucked a strand of silver hair behind Dany's ear. "When did you two become so smart?"

"When we had two smart parents to raise us the way we are," Rhae grinned softly. They embraced tightly, ever a loving family.

Silently letting their munas style their hair, the domestic moment was not one they were keen on interrupting. But something came to Dany's mind. "Muna?" she asked.

"Yes?" both Elia and Lyanna repeated at the same time.

"Alright, that's creepy no matter how many times you do it," Rhaenys groaned, which drew smirks from the Queens. Since all their children simply called them 'muna' that often led to confusion.

Shaking her head, unable to smile, Dany tilted her head to look at them. "If there was this little bet over us that you said kepa won, what were the spoils of victory."

She didn't miss how they both stiffened. "Umm… what do you mean?" Lyanna asked.

Rhaenys rolled her eyes. "I think Dany means that what was promised to go to the winner of the bet? We don't need money so I doubt it was that, and bragging rights are so juvenile…" She trailed off, looking closely at her munas. Elia had bitten her lip and was shifting in place while Lyanna blushed slightly and looked away. Suddenly it was painfully obvious to her. "OH EWWW!"

"What?" It took a few seconds for Dany to piece it together, and she blanched. "Gross! I don't want to hear about this!"

Elia's embarrassment shifted slowly to a bit of amusement. "Well, daughter. You did ask."

Dany grimaced. "Gods forgive me for that then."

Seeing Elia smirk wryly at her, Lyanna understood. A chance to turn the tables. "Oh don't be prudes. I'm sure you're well aware of how your kepa, muna, and I conceived each of you."

"Please stop," Rhae remarked, covering her ears. "I'd rather not my wedding dress covered in vomit."

"Why? It's a perfectly natural thing to be made love to by your husband… especially with certain… accessories," Elia grinned.

Lyanna grinned back. "I mean, a stealing isn't all what rope is good for in the bedchamber…"

"LALALALA! I'M NOT LISTENING!" And that was what Rhaegar found when he entered the chambers. His two Queens guffawing together while Dany and Rhaenys looked to be doing their damndest to scourge their ears.

"Did I miss something?" He asked innocently.

"Oh, gods, kepa. Make them stop, please!"

Rhaenys' over the top mood only made his eyebrow quirk up. "My Queens? Care to explain?"

Elia shrugged. "Daenerys asked what the spoils of the bet were and we told them."

"Oh?" Rhaegar suppressed a chuckle. "I would think they'd like to take notes for their marriage." He knew immediately what his wives were doing and decided to get in on the action.

"Kepa, really?" Daenerys just wanted to stick her head in the sand.

A hand rested on Dany's shoulder. "Now now, Dany. We're all adults here. Jon is my son and I'm certain he shares my thing for a woman in uniform with nothing else underneath."

Grabbing a pillow, Rhaenys just shoved her face into it and screamed as she folded it in - covering her ears.

Lyanna laughed. "Alright, my loves, I think that's enough teasing the blushing brides."

Leaning down to kiss each of his own, kisses they lovingly accepted, Rhaegar smiled and chucked each of his daughter's cheeks, drawing them out of their embarrassment. "So, are my beautiful dragons ready to be wed."

Rhaenys shot out of her seat. "So ready." All disgust was gone from her face and replaced with the most brilliant smile, teeth and all as her eyes sparkled.

A similar expression written over her face, Daenerys joined her in rising. Smoothing out the folds in her dress and fixing the bust… tugging it down just to leave a hint more cleavage for Jon's benefit. Jon… my love… "How is our man doing, kepa?"

"I haven't seen a man so nervous."

Both his daughters looked alarmed. "Nervous?" That came from Lyanna. "Why?"

A snort. "Our poor son is worrying that his loves would, in his words 'come to their senses' and call it all off."

Slapping her head, Rhaenys muttered something profane. "That fucking idiot. I'll wring his neck."

"Come now, Rhae. Look at it from his point of view." He reached out and touched the tops of her arms. "Imagine a lad being granted not one but two goddesses that absolutely adore him. Anyone worth their salt would worry that he can't please them enough."

Rhaenys' gaze softened. "That stupid honorable fool of ours."

"He has to know that he pleases us perfectly," Dany interjected.

"It's not rational. I know cause I had the same thing before my wedding… owww." Lyanna smacked him in the back of the head. "What was that for?"

"He got it from you, Rhaegar. Brooding fool."

Rhaegar rolled his eyes. "You love me and you know it."

She shook her head. "Seven hells, I do."

Laughing, Rhaegar held out his hands for his daughters to take. "Now, do you want to dither or would you rather be wedded in the eyes of the gods?" Neither could be told twice.


They had picked a most auspicious night. The blood-red leaves of the haunting weirwood tree growing larger and larger each year since the sapling was planted at the beginning of Queen Lyanna's marriage to King Rhaegar. Lanterns were draped on wires strung between trees, bathing the godswood in an ethereal glow underneath the full moon and twinkling stars.

For a summer's night, there was no better omen. Only a shooting star in the sky would herald something far greater, but the chronicallers stated it to be the case after the birth of the dragons and the birth of the three royals - enough. No one doubted the blessings of the gods given to Daemon, Rhaenys, and Daenerys.

Dozens were gathered in the godswood that night. It was a large copse of trees in the middle of the Red Keep, but the clearing near the heart tree could only fit half a hundred of the most august and senior highborns in the realm. Priority was given to the Targaryens and their blood relatives, but every Lord Paramount or their representatives were able to attend. It was a joyous occasion, one everyone seemed to enjoy.

At least except one. "My child, please calm."

Pacing back and forth, Jon must've scarred his face from how hard he brooded. Dressed in his full armor with a black cape draped behind him and emblazoned with the red three-headed dragon, he looked as fierce as the dragon he rode. "I'm trying, uncle Aemon."

"Please," Robb rolled his eyes, sitting right next to his cousin. "If you were any more jittery, you'd wear a rut into the dirt." At Jon's glare directed at him, Robb laughed and punched him in the arm. "Stop it."

Still glaring, Jon rubbed his arm. "Stop what?"

"Stop worrying, cousin. You're getting married tonight and then retiring to your chambers with two beautiful dragonriders… you lucky bastard."

"You have Myrcella, stop complaining."

"She wants to wait till our wedding night, which thanks to you is delayed a month." He's been sporting a pair of blue stones for weeks now.

Sighing, Jon looked out at the sky. He couldn't see his great-nephew's nervous glance but Aemon understood. He reached out and clasped Jon's shoulder. "I know what you worry over, but you shouldn't. Neither your sisters are going to back out, Jon."

Jon looked at Aemon with a tired, sad look. "You don't know that."

"Oh, but I do. They adore you, my child."

"Aye, I know they do… but they can do far better than me."

"Than the man that saved the living from death, I think not." A smile formed on his face, seeking to banish Jon's last worries and insecurities before the true happiness of his life would begin. "You are the perfect Crown Prince, Daemon, and both Rhaenys and Daenerys are the perfect Queens to rule by your side." A toothless grin crossed his wrinkled face. "Plus, from what I've heard, they can't keep their hands off of you…"

Eyes widening, Jon shook his head. "Please, uncle Aemon…"

"Us Targaryens were often called the gods' gift to women for a reason…"

"Enough, please." Aemon only laughed and smacked his shoulder. At that moment, Ghost trundled up to right beside him, nudging him with his snout and whining. Two red eyes look up at Jon, as if trying to say something. Bonded to this furry beast since he was but a pup, Jon understood Ghost without saying a thing. "Thanks, buddy." He ruffled his fur, causing a tongue to loll out of his mouth. "And thanks, uncle."

"Anytime, my child, anytime."

Robb was affronted. "What about me?"

Jon raised a brow. "How about I have cousin Ari coach Myrcella on how to go about a proper wedding night?"

Blinking, Robb's throat suddenly went dry as he nodded. "Aight, we're even, cousin." If Cella knew even half the tricks Arianne Martell knew, his cock would be scraped raw before the sun rose after their wedding night - he wanted that more than anything.

At that point the form of Hura bounded into the godswood down the middle of the cluster of guests. "They're coming," Rhaella proclaimed, "to your seats!" With Hura sitting on her hindquarters right beside Ghost - the two direwolves nuzzling necks and snouts in a sweet gesture - Jon knew that his brides were soon arriving. As expected, the procession made its way down the path. Arya, Arianne, Margaery, Senya. Each was beautifully clad in dresses of their house colors, even Arya who looked rather uncomfortable… at least until she spotted Aegon watching her with barely contained hunger. A blush adorned her cheeks at that and Jon couldn't help but snicker.

His munas were next, arm in arm and dressed in the Targaryen colors. They smiled at him, and he at them. 'Love you, muna,' he mouthed.

Their smiles widened. 'Love you, my son.'

'I'm so proud of you, my beloved boy.' They settled in the front row, waiting for...

...And that was when he saw them. Jon froze in his spot, breath knocked out of him. He was speechless in the best of ways.

Their father was in the middle, the two Princesses holding each of his arms. He and Jon wore matching sets of armor but the Crown Prince's attention wasn't on his father - something Rhaegar understood and tried not to chuckle at when seeing his son's eyes glaze over.

Her heart catching a little, Daenerys' breathing quickened as her eyes settled on Jon. My gods… that gorgeous man is mine. She had eschewed the normal blacks and reds of her house's colors, choosing something more reminiscent of her muna's blood. A dress of the purest eggshell white, one that made her look a snow princess and complimented her silver hair - which was pulled into an intricate nest of braids. It hugged her form, showing off every curve and dip. I can't wait till he peels it off of me…

Rhaenys was more traditional in her red gown. It showed off a tasteful yet generous amount of cleavage, and a small slit ran up the gown up until about a third up the thigh. She watched as Jon's breathtaking grey eyes settled on her. Enjoying as his neck bobbed from swallowing hard. Yes valonqar, look over me. I'm yours, all yours. The thought sent a shiver of glee up her spine. This may have been a northern ceremony, but the words 'I am his, and he is mine' was never more apt than now. It made her swoon - this had to be a dream.

She could never dream anything this wonderful.

Before he knew it, Rhaegar had reached the clearing right before the heart tree. "I love you, my sweet girls," he whispered, kissing the temples of his beautiful daughters. But the trio only had eyes for each other and he didn't begrudge them that. Leaving them to stare at each other with glittering smiles, Rhaegar walked to in between his wives. Wrapping an arm around their waists.

They leaned into him.

Aemon cleared his throat. "Who comes before the Old Gods this night?"

Heart bursting with love - for her Prince and Princess - Dany nodded. "I, Daenerys of House Targaryen, a woman grown and true of birth. I come to be wed in the presence of the old gods."

Rhaenys followed, eyes never once leaving either Jon or Dany's eyes. "I, Rhaenys of House Targaryen, a woman grown and true of birth. I come to be wed in the presence of the old gods." She wasn't as devout to the gods of her muna as Jon and Dany were, but even she felt a sense of spiritual magnificence as they wed. The gods approve.

Good, cause I'd marry them even if they didn't. Targaryens answered not to gods nor men.

"And who comes to give them?"

"I, Rhaegar of House Targaryen," Rhaegar announced to the guests. "First of my Name, King of the Seven Kingdoms." Lya squeezed his arm while Elia kissed his cheek.

"And who comes to wed Princess Daenerys and Princess Rhaenys in the sight of the Gods?"

Fighting tears in his eyes, Jon reached out and took his brides' hands in his. Joining them before the gods of his ancestors. "I, Daemon of House Targaryen, Crown Prince of the Seven Kingdoms." Dany's eyes were glassed over while Rhae's smile was so wide that it threatened to split her face. "I take both Princess Rhaenys and Princess Daenerys to wed."

This was even driving Aemon to tears. Over a century on the earth, and he had seen his family be driven right to the brink… only to end up just how they should be. "Daenerys of House Targaryen, do you take this man?"

She wanted to kiss him and never let him go. "I take this man." Jon… my beautiful Jon…

"Rhaenys of House Targaryen, do you take this man."

"Gods yes, I take this man." She sounded proud of saying it - her dream come true. Rhaenys tried not to giggle as Jon's shoulders relaxed in relief. You really thought we'd say no, valonqar?

"Daemon of House Targaryen, do you take these women?" When Rhaegar wed before the heart tree in the Winterfell godswood to both Lyanna and Elia, it had been the first molyamorous wedding performed in millennia. Many augurs and northern spiritualists watched the signs of the old gods' rejection, but none came. They were as approving as the Valyrians were.

Daemon resisted the urge to close the distance and fuse his lips with each of them in quick succession. "I take these women." Dany beamed while a small blush adorned Rhae's cheeks.

"In the sight of Gods and men, I hereby bind these two souls together for eternity."

Not waiting any longer, Jon surged forward. The cheers began to echo through the godswood as he mashed mouths with Rhaenys, and they didn't dampen as Dany was drawn into his arms and their lips met.


The Princesses were completely silent. Happy banter and sweet words left their tongues as Dany bit her lip and Rhae watched quietly with hands clasped over her hip as they reached their new chambers. Jon's old chambers…

"I can still carry each of you inside," Jon offered, looking at them with a gentle smile. The feast was a genial affair, the rowdy nature of their betrothal feast abandoned in favor of something more subtle and romantic. No fistfights, simple foods, and neither Prince nor Princesses had touched a drop of it.

They wanted to be completely sober for this moment, from the wedding itself to when Jon led them out of the great hall towards the holdfast - trying to hide their lustful apprehension beneath happy banter.

Eying Daenerys, Rhaenys shook her head. "No need."

"It's tradition."

"You already did that when you stole us," Dany smirked, licking her lips as she looked at Jon. "Please don't make us wait any longer, my love."

Beaming at them, Jon unlatched the door and gently grabbed their arms, leading the two of them into their chambers. Officially, only now did they take permanent residence with their husband but in truth, Dany and Rhae hadn't been in their old chambers since Jon stole them. Already were half their possessions joined with Jon's in the closets and drawers - now, the servants had spent the wedding moving the rest… as well as other things.

Dany gasped. "Oh, Jon." Scattered about the chambers were dozens of lit candles, their shadows joining that of the roaring hearth dancing upon the walls. Two vases of flowers - winter roses in one and Dornish apple in another - rested upon their table. Jon looked at them sheepishly, a red blush on his cheeks. Gods, he's adorable. "What is this?" Dany remarked.

He shrugged. "Just saying I love you."

Swooning, Rhaenys rushed to him. They felt their soft lips connecting. Jon wrapped his arms around his sister's waist, the kiss rapidly descending to something urgent and needy. He teased her bottom lip with swipes of his tongue and Rhaenys gladly granted him entrance. A moan left her throat with his hands trailing up her waist. "Oh…"

"Allow me, Rhae." Drawing back, Rhae allowed Dany to replace her, the Valyrian goddess raising on her tiptoes to Jon's lips. His twin was a little softer than Rhae, her lips plumper and tongue more teasing and languid than Rhae's firm strokes, but the differences were not deficiencies. He was just as addicted by Dany as he was Rhae. Hearing her mewl into his mouth as she tangled her fingers into his raven curls. Scratching his scalp as he liked.

The next thing he knew, his brides had pulled away from him and were now assaulting each other. Lips and tongues hungry, as if travelers in the Dornish desert dying of thirst. His jaw was slack, cock growing tight in his trousers at the sight. They're intentionally teasing me. Quite true, but they loved each other and it delighted him.

Rhaenys pushed Dany backwards, plundering her mouth with her tongue while she quickly moved to unlace the ties of her dress. It was too beautiful to rip and Rhaenys wanted to fuck her in it in the future, but now she needed Dany naked. Jon likely thought and wanted the same. Soon the dress was slack on Dany's shoulders, and gasped when Rhae threw her onto the bed. "Please, big sister…" She rubbed her legs together.

Smirking down at Dany, she licked her lips. "Mmmm… all for me?" Tossing her dark locks to the side, Rhaenys then caught sight of Jon riveted to them. "Perhaps I should share."

"Yes," Jon grunted. "Please share."

With another smirk, she went to the laces of her own dress. It was often said that the Dornish loved to fight and fuck, with their outfits made for that in mind. Rhaenys, half-Dornish herself, had to admit there was some truth to that. Her laces were easy to remove and the dress soon pooled on the floor. Leaving her completely bare. Dany's eyes darkened at seeing her breasts, while Jon growled like a wolf at the sight of her ass.

It made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

Reaching for Rhaenys, Dany felt the soft, powerful features of her beloved wife crawl above her. Their lips reconnected, Rhae tugging at her dress. They had to break it in order for her to slip it off, but they hungrily joined again. Kissing passionately. Dany cupped Rhae's breasts, palming them and tweaking her nipples to moans from her. She felt herself growing wetter, which was rewarded as Rhaenys pushed two fingers slowly, deliciously inside her. "Oh Rhae… yes." Her walls clamped down on the fingers.

"Mmmm, take it, Dany," Rhaenys husked. Thrusting in and out, she suddenly gasped as Dany leaned up and latched onto a breast. She sucked it like a nursing baby, desperate and eager. "Fuck…" Rhaenys bit her lip. It couldn't get better than this…

Jon hadn't been idle, quickly shucking off his armor, doublet, and trousers till he was as bare as his wives. Stroking his cock to try and keep down the burning pressure, he kneeled behind Rhae and brought his tongue to her sopping slit. Licking up and down and reveling in her moans. "You taste so good," he said hoarsely. "So fucking good."

"Jon… please don't stop…" Rhae was already primed from the entire night, and Jon's expert tongue combined with Dany's desperate assaults on her breast only drove her further and further to the edge. Thrusting her fingers harder into Dany, adding a third one, she screamed her climax just as Dany sucked hard on a nipple - Dany moaned her own orgasm and creamed on Rhae's fingers.

Licking up all her juices, Jon didn't let Rhae a moment's rest before he took his cock and sheathed himself inside her warmth. "Fuck!" he gasped. "You're so tight, my beautiful Sun Dragon."

If his tongue had made her moan, his cock made Rhaenys scream. "Kessa, my Prince! Fuck me harder!" Her wails pierced the night, feeling the snugness inside of her. His head pounding at the entrance to her womb, his sweaty palms sliding across her silky skin. His grunts of pleasure were like music to her ears, needing to look back and capture his face. The way he gritted his teeth, eyes closed, it nearly made her cum right then and there.

"Rhae…" Unable to take it, Jon grabbed her by the shoulder, pulling her up. She had no moment's rest before Jon tilted her head to the side and kissed her fiercely as he continued to thrust his member impossibly deep into her core. Another hand palmed her breast while holding her hip for support.

The position allowed him to hit impossibly deep into her cunt and Rhaenys loved it. "Give me your seed, Jon. Make me have your child!"

Below, at those words, Dany stared up with lustful eyes. Imagining Rhae round with their babe… it made her hotter. More desperate for the same.

It had a similar effect on Jon. With a grunt he emptied into her tight channel, making Rhae roar like a dragon. He bit her neck, riding their orgasms and marking it thoroughly.

Mine.

Rhae, thoroughly fucked, collapsed to the side - trembling softly and a blissful smile on her face. Jon watched it with a loving gaze… until two dainty hands wrapped around his neck and shoulder. "My turn," Dany growled, pulling him fiercely and fusing their lips together. "I want you so badly, husband." Her hand wrapped around his half-flaccid cock, stroking it. "You're a dragon and a wolf… fuck me like one, your future Queen commands it."

Her voice was low, powerful. As if her dragon made manifest into a woman, one that could rule the skies and deliver death below as the original Rhaenys did upon the field of fire. It drove Jon's inner fire to new heights. His cock grew in her demanding grasp, Jon himself kissing down her neck - marking it just as he did Rhae - to her breasts and beginning to lick and suck. The hand not busy tangled in his locks, holding him to her nipple.

Soon she had him hard and throbbing again, and Jon wasted no time. "I'm going to breed you, Dany."

That made her eyes widen. "Yes, husband. Breed me… make me bear our hatchlings." He nodded and kissed her again. Their kisses became hurried and sloppy, Jon lining up his cock at her entrance and slowly sliding inside her warm channel. Dany could feel herself stretching to accommodate his thickness and she moaned. The feeling was always welcome and always amazing no matter how many times she was defiled like this. Wordlessly, she dug her fingers into her back.

"Kessa… give me a son or daughter to love," they heard Rhae gasp, her fingers playing with her nub as she watched them.

Eager to give Rhae her gift, Jon began a furious pounding. His hips snapped back and then thrust forward, skin slapping together as Dany screamed into his mouth. Feeling the vice squeeze harder, his head fell into the crook of her neck. Sloppily licking at her neck as he continued. "Fuck… my love…"

"Jon… please finish me."

"I'm… I'm close…"

"Kessa… kessa… KESSA!" All three's eyes fluttered shut as they climaxed at the same time.

Now, furs drawn over their bodies, they were cuddled together. Rhae rested atop Jon, kissing his neck, while Dany was melded into his side. A warm cocoon of love, completed as his powerful arms encircled them both.

He looked deep into her in the eyes, silently asking for permission to continue. She gave him a quick nod and he slowly began to thrust into the wet heat of her core. They both took deep breaths as he moved inside of her. She moved her mouth to meet his and as they kissed he began to move his hips a bit quicker and his thrusts became slightly deeper.

"I love you," Jon murmured. "Both of you. More than I ever thought possible." They snuggled closer against him, nuzzling his skin. "It warms my heart that you love each other as well."

"There have been nor will be any others, husband," Dany replied. "I love you too."

"As do I," Rhaenys said, kissing Jon's chest and leaning up to peck Dany's lips. "Sing to us."

Jon furrowed his brows. "Sing?"

"Aye, please sing." Dany added her own opinion.

Chuckling, Jon stroked their silky manes. He could never deny them.

"High in the halls of the kings who are gone,

"Jenny would dance with her ghosts.

"The ones who were lost and the ones who were found,

"The ones who had loved her the most…"


The sounds of sobbing could be heard as far as the pits of the seven hells. Though unfortunately for the demons down there, ones eager to see the pain of those dwelling among the gods, the tears were happy ones. Emotional souls driven to the greatest joy by the scenes before them.

"It's beautiful," said the conqueror, dabbing her eyes as she watched the lovely scene as Daenerys and Rhaenys arrived before the heart tree, the two of them gazing adoringly at Jon while he reciprocated. A fresh spate of tears left her eyes, overwhelmed by the scene. "Don't you love it when it all works out?"

Aegon, leaning back in his chair, smiled and nodded. "Aye, Vis, aye." Smirking, he looked to his right. "Care to weigh in, Rhae?"

The normally sentimental Queen groaned, hands covering her eyes and trying her best to curl into a ball. "Fuck all of you in the ass," she hissed, though that only brought her throbbing head more pain.

"I told you not to get blackout drunk," he laughed.

"Bite me."

"Do you really want me to, cause I like it." Aegon enjoyed it further when she threw him a middle finger.

Rhaenys wanted to just crawl into bed and die, but the torment continued as a finger tapped her shoulder. "What?!"

"Muna?" It was Maegor, unaware he had interjected at a bad time. "If you're not using your handkerchief, Rhaena soaked through hers and she could use…" Rhaenys simply crumpled it into a ball and tossed it at his face.

He was about to ask when his father shook his head. "Just leave it alone." Maegor knew enough to do so, merely returning to his beloved's side with the needed cloth.

"Precious, simply precious," gushed Alysanne, holding her beloved's hands. "Don't you love the magic of weddings?"

"I'm pretty sure they're already wed, my sweet," Jaeherys replied, stroking his beard.

Alysanne chuckled and rested her head on his chest. "That had its own highlights, but a girl deserves a beautiful wedding in which they can herald their marriage with their love."

Nodding, Jae looked back on his own wedding to Alysanne - it hadn't been the best, being forced to marry her quickly due to the perfidy of his stepfather… a rushed affair that satisfied no one. It wasn't what Alysanne deserved after all her adversity and Jaehaerys found himself increasingly determined to make it right.

"I certainly think that the godswood looks better with a proper heart tree…"

"Marry me," he blurted out.

She looked up at him confused. "We're already married, silly."

"I know, but marry me again." He took her hands. "Something we don't have to rush." Alysanne simply stared at him… before a wide smile broke on her face and she kissed him thoroughly.

Watching this, Baelon silently clapped for his father. "Now that's something worth doing," he murmured.

Alyssa smirked. "I'd rather do a repeat of the honeymoon." Her mismatched eyes twinkled as her brow wriggled.

Lucky, lucky me.

Seeing her handsome husband roll his eyes, Rhaenyra tilted her head up at him. "Something bothering you?"

Daemon groaned. "Not only are my grandparents still locking lips, now my parents are doing the same damn thing." It was not something the poor Prince wanted to see happen - either of it.

Eyes falling on both couples expressing their love for each other, Nyra giggled. "Oh, my dear Rogue Prince. Don't you enjoy it when Laena and I do that to you."

"That's different," he mumbled. "I don't do it in front of Baela… or Egg." She quirked her eyebrow at him. "Alright, but that was an accident."

"'Let's do it here. It's so much hotter when we can get caught,' is deliberately skirting the line. You knew our daughter was in the next room."

"Semantics, semantics." She smacked his shoulder, which Laena did as soon as she got back from the restroom.

"I'm sure you deserved it," was her only explanation.

Kissing her new husband's neck, Helaena gazed adoringly at him. "You must be quite proud of your blood, no?"

Cregan sighed. "I do wish I had such an idea back in the day… should've marched sooner in the war - could've married my daughter to Prince Viserys."

"An earlier pact of ice and fire? Oh, what could've been." Catching snippets of the various conversations, she leaned in to Cregan's ear. "I rather liked our stealing… and what came after." Helaena licked the shell of his ear.

Groaning, Cregan surreptitiously squeezed her breast from the hand snuck around her waist, causing Helaena to yelp. "Do you want another wedding? I'll give you one if you want."

"Just give me a repeat of that night… every night for the rest of our existence. The Hungry Wolf was not averse to that request.

As a large cheer among the Targaryens boomed once Prince Daemon locked lips with his twin, Daemon Blackfyre clapped loudly, giving a wolf-whistle. "That's what I'm talking about, mofos!"

Brynden Rivers raised an eyebrow. "Mofo? Where in seven hells did you get that?"

"It's an abbreviation of mother…"

"I know what it's an abbreviation of. I'm not addled." He shook his head.

Laughing, Daemon leaned over his beloved to tap his half-sister. "You sure you didn't drop a love spell on my poor namesake from beyond the grave… or through our brother here?"

Sheira looked affronted. "What do you take me for?"

"A Valyrian sorceress," Daenerys remarked.

"A rhetorical question, sister." She rolled her eyes. "And no. That's all natural love right there."

What better way to describe it than that?

A/N: What can I say about Targ weddings other than we don't have enough of them :D

Rhaenys at the end was very fun to write.

Fina chapter will be up next week if I can get 20 comments.