STORY TITLE: Reyne's Rebirth

PART: 03 of ? An Agreement
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson ( )
DISTRIBUTION: My Yahoo Group, , Questionable Questing, Hentai-Foundry, Archive of Our Own
DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, they all belong to George R.R. Martin and HBO
SUMMARY: The Lannisters believed they had destroyed the last of the Reyne family during their rebellion. But they were wrong, and in the aftermath of Prince Rhaegar's defeat of Robert Baratheon at the Trident, the last Reyne makes his plans to return.

FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster
CATEGORY: Harem
RELATIONSHIPS: Rhaegar/Lyanna, Rhaegar/Elia Martell, Ned Stark/Catelyn Stark, Aemon Targaryen/Arya Stark, OC/Multiple Women
RATING: NC-17

WORD COUNT: 5,872
SPOILERS: None, goes AU before Season One of Game of Thrones

NOTE ON CANON CHANGES: In addition to the initial change of Rhaegar's victory and the ripples from that, another major change is that, in this AU, the Reyne's and Tarbeck families had managed to rival the Lannister's in wealth, and held the debts of many noble families.

WARNINGS: If you've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, oral, anal, Femme-slash, dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest. Of course, since we are talking about the Targaryen's, incest as well.

BETA'D BY: Starway Man

The Royal Pavilion

The Tournament Grounds

After the Joust

302 AC

Lyanna Targaryen of House Stark had watched the tourney, cheering her nephew enthusiastically, and pleased that some of these Southern asses had gotten knocked in the dirt by one that she had heard described as 'some Northern barbarian'.

Even after all the years she'd lived in King's Landing, Lyanna still felt a bit of contempt for the milksops that clustered at the royal court. She managed to keep her feelings hidden, mostly, but there were times that Rhaegar had to give her a swat on the ass to remind her to keep her tongue. Of course, that usually led to extremely boisterous discussions when they reached their bedchambers. It was no wonder she and Elia were pregnant again!

When the banners changed, announcing the final joust for the tourney, she leaned forward intently. Because Robb would be facing the masked knight, and Lyanna was looking forward to seeing just who was behind the mask given he'd shown a great deal of skill. There was also the fact that he'd shown a great deal of interest in her husband's sister, which intrigued her even more. Because it was obvious that Daenerys was just as interested in the masked figure, and if he was unsuitable, things could become very ugly, very fast.

Watching the final joust, and seeing the knight's behavior, she relaxed slightly - the masked knight was showing himself to be a true gentleman, and that was considered a sign of nobility. So it was likely he was a second son from one of the minor House families, looking to improve his station. Well, there was nothing wrong with that; it was an accepted way to benefit your House, after all.

When Robb clapped the knight on the back and departed the field, she was cheering just as loudly as any other - both for her nephew's performance, and the clean way the knight had won.

And now, we shall see what we shall see, Lyanna thought, a slight smile on her face as she watched the knight accept the crown of flowers from the King.

She could almost hear the daughters of the various families holding their breath as he walked his horse toward the pavilion. The disappointment was palpable as he guided his horse directly toward Daenerys, and the wide smile on Dany's face told its own tale.

Lyanna was in a position to see the knight's face when he raised his mask to Dany, and the features looked familiar, but she couldn't place them. It was only when he was in front of the King and removed the helm, and then showed the coat of arms on his shield, that she recognized him, an instant before he named himself.

Seeing the coat of arms made several things fall into place at once, mainly why he had disguised himself. Several families in attendance had owed a great deal of gold to the Reyne family, and were no doubt relieved when Tywin Lannister had wiped them out. If word had spread that any of the family had survived, the young man would have likely found a blade between his ribs, or else a poison in his food. No, disguising himself was quite sensible.

But, where had he been all these years? This Randal Reyne was too young to have been at Castamere, but there had been a rumor that a son of the Reyne's and a daughter of the Tarbeck's had been smuggled out before the massacre - because several bodies in the family quarters had been too mutilated to be identified. Doubtless, her husband would discover the truth of the matter.

Lyanna saw that Reyne was being escorted out of the tourney grounds by a few of the Kingsguard, heading toward the keep. She hid a soft smile at the look of longing on Daenerys's face as she followed them with her eyes, and the Queen Consort hoped that this Randal Reyne didn't have a wife and children hidden away, because they really didn't need a repeat of that mess!

Lyanna didn't regret Robert's death, at least not very much - he was a lout and a boor, but she did regret the death of her father and elder brother. She still didn't understand what had happened to all the ravens they'd sent to Winterfell and Riverrun and the Eyrie explaining the situation. Ned still swore that no ravens were received, and Robert had angrily rejected the very thought that she would willingly go with another. Her husband had put his Master of Whisperers to investigate the matter, but to this day, nothing definite was discovered.

It was a bother, but the past was the past - and no doubt they would get answers when they finally joined their ancestors in the afterlife, so it could wait.

Hearing her husband declare the first day of the Tournament over, Lyanna and Elia gathered up the family and made their way back to the Red Keep. The King joined them on the way, and the pensive look on his face kept her and Elia from questioning him. She could see that Daenerys was anxious to ask questions, but a single look from Rhaegar quelled her sharply.

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The Red Keep

Outside the King's Council Chamber

A Few Minutes Later

Rhaegar strode toward the chamber, his wives and his new Hand, Lord Jon Arryn, walking behind him. The Valeman and former rebel had been the best choice of Hand, after one too many quarrels between Jon Connington and his wives and he had asked his Warden of the North for Ned's recommendation. Approaching the door, the King deliberately slowed his pace and controlled his breathing, so he gave the appearance of absolute calm. He didn't want to frighten his guest, after all.

He had recognized the young man's features immediately and understood just as quickly as his Lyanna why he had come in disguised. Rhaegar was sure that there would be a great deal of nervous plotting among some of the families right now, wondering just what the return of a Reyne meant for their Houses.

Rhaegar was rather curious about that, himself, and was going to find that out. But he needed to be diplomatic to start with, because the Reyne's and Tarbeck's had been loyal to his father, and young Randal had willingly, and publicly bent the knee and sworn loyalty to the crown. He was initially disposed to welcome the young lord back to the Seven Kingdoms, but it depended on the answers that Reyne provided. Of course, that was true of every situation.

Stopping at the closed door, he opened it and walked calmly inside, mildly surprised to see that Reyne was standing quietly, gazing at a portrait of the royal family hanging on the wall, a slight smile on his face. The young man turned when the door opened. and lowered himself to his knee.

"Rise, Ser Reyne, and welcome again. Would you care for refreshments while we speak?"

"Thank you, Your Grace, that would be appreciated." He spoke the Common Tongue politely, but with an odd inflection, such as he had heard from different Braavosi emissaries that had come to King's Landing over the years. That was at least one mystery solved, with many more to follow.

Once they had been served, and Rhaegar introduced his wives and Lord Jon as his Hand, they took seats around the Small Council table.

"I'm sure you can understand that we have numerous questions, Ser Reyne, because it was believed that your family had been completely destroyed in the Siege of Castamere," the King said at last.

The young man nodded, "If it wasn't for the bravery of a few of my grandfather's servants, and my father's Septa, the entire family would indeed have died, Your Grace. But the servants hid my father and the Tarbeck girl who became my mother when the Lannister forces stormed our home. They dressed two of the dead children in finery, so they were assumed to be family members. The two of them escaped through a hidden series of tunnels, carrying the family records because they were already planning to return when the time was right.

"I don't know the whole story, but they made their way to the Free Cities and established themselves in secret, helped by the remaining servants and the Septa. I was raised in Braavos, but my parents taught me the customs of the Seven Kingdoms to prepare for my return."

The King nodded, "And now that you are here, what are your plans? Specifically, what are your plans regarding my sister, the Princess Daenerys? Do not think that I did not witness your staring at her. She is still young, and I would not have her hurt."

Randal shook his head, "On my honor, Your Grace, I am not trifling with your sister. One of my plans is to restore my family to the position it held before that bastard Lannister burned them to ash. To do that, I need a wife. And your sister got my attention, not only for her beauty but the intelligence and curiosity that I saw in her eyes, even at a distance."

"As for the rest of my plans? I have a record of every loan my family made and will be collecting those debts, either in gold or otherwise."

"You are being exceptionally open, young Ser Reyne, why is that?" That was a question from Jon Arryn, who had been observing the young man since they sat down.

Randal seemed surprised, "Why would I not be, my Lord? None of my plans would involve working against the Crown. I swore my loyalty in front of the Houses and my King, and nothing would be accomplished by hiding my plans." He chuckled, "Besides, if I held something back, and it was discovered, it could end very badly for me, and I have too many things to do to be introduced to your blade!"

Rhaegar laughed briefly, "Well, I can't fault your honesty, Ser Reyne. But, you said that you would be collecting on the debts owed to you and your House. If they can't pay the gold, what will you do?"

"Almost all of the families have daughters of the proper age, and while they would not be my wives, they would still bear my children in exchange for paying their debts to me."

"WHAT?" more than one person exclaimed in shock, horror and even disbelief.

Reyne sighed, he had heard that Westerosi had funny ideas regarding children born out of wedlock - well, apart from the people of Dorne, perhaps. "I told you, my primary goal is to restore my family, and that requires children. I'm sure that the families in question would rather have their debts forgiven in return for one of their daughters, knowing that she would be well treated, instead of being declared oath-breakers and forsaking honor before the realm."

"Even if His Grace were to accept your plan to sire lots of bastards, like a common usurer - what if you encounter someone who rejects your demand? Someone who thinks that it would be easier to just kill you? After all, you have no armies, no sworn bannermen to back your demands," Lord Arryn demanded hotly.

Randal smirked at the older man. "Do I look a fool, My Lord Hand? My family and I have been preparing for this for nearly 20 years, since not long after my birth. Gathering information from the Seven Kingdoms; facts, scraps of rumor, anything and everything. The Reyne's may have been extremely wealthy, but the Tarbeck's knew how to accumulate information. And so, I probably know more secrets that the noble families would prefer to remain secret, than even your own spy network. For example, my Lord, your wife Lyssa of House Tully is still on exceptionally friendly terms with her childhood friend Petyr Baelish, and this 'Littlefinger' individual has... ambitions, for want of a better word, towards her."

Rhaegar watched his Hand's reaction, and the ice that formed in the man's eyes did not bode well for the Master of Coin if the information proved correct. Truthfully, he would not object if Baelish met a blade soon; Baleish may be able to somehow make gold appear by rubbing two coppers together, but the man was a whoremonger and gathering far too much influence at court.

Turning back to the young Reyne, the King said, "You do realize the information you possess is only useful if you can enforce the suggestion that it will be released. If this person decides to kill you, the secrets you hold would die with you."

Randal shook his head, "Not if the rumor is spread that the damaging information is in other hands, and will be released if I come to harm. As I mentioned, Your Grace, my return has been planned for nearly 20 years - and my family has loyal retainers throughout the Westerlands and elsewhere in the realm, and all of them are aware of what they need to do if someone kills me."

He paused before adding, "Naturally, I'd prefer to avoid dying, and have no intention of deliberately making enemies. I'm not going to barreling in like a Baratheon, no - not when a polite approach can accomplish far more."

Deliberately changing the subject, Rhaegar said, "And if I agree to allow you to court my sister, and she is willing to wed you, where would you live?"

Randal smiled, "I had planned all along to announce myself at the tourney, so once everyone knew of my return, it would explain why builders would start to clear the ruins of Castamere. Once that is done, my family home will be rebuilt - and eventually, it will be full of the laughter of children, to put to rest the ghosts of those slaughtered by Tywin Lannister and his dogs."

"Bastard children, Ser Reyne? The Westerlands, and indeed the rest of Westeros - they are not like Essos, or even Dorne. One's circumstance of birth does matter here, whether you agree with that or not - the Faith makes sure of it, I promise you. And I wonder if you truly understand just how scorned and despised your bastards will be, instead of being accepted like your trueborn sons and daughters," Elia spoke up.

Ser Reyne kept his expression polite and neutral, but Rhaegar could tell whether a man was annoyed or not - it was all in the eyes. The Red Lion said simply, "I have a plan in mind to assuage such backward thinking and sensibilities, Your Grace."

"No offense meant to you, ser - but I'm sure the Reyne's and Tarbeck's said the same thing, all those years ago," Lyanna shook her head sadly.

"The rebellion was indeed foolish, Your Grace, I will not deny that - but Lord Tywin's reaction was unnecessarily brutal. The children and servants were blameless, but the Old Lion didn't care, he slaughtered them all!" Ser Reyne's smile had vanished as he spoke, and they could all see the furious anger in his eyes - Rhaegar nodded, he was just as angry when he got word of Tywin Lannister's plans during Robert's Rebellion.

"Let us return to the topic at hand. You wish to press your suit for my sister's hand, is that correct? In return for the...usual consideration?" Rhaegar asked, not wanting to get into the sordid topic of coin right now.

"Yes, Your Grace."

He stood, "Very well, Ser Reyne. I will have you shown to rooms where you may bathe and rest for the evening. Tomorrow you will meet with my sister, and if she is willing, we will discuss a betrothal and perhaps even a wedding."

Randal stood and bowed, "Thank you, Your Grace. A bath would be nice, it's been a strenuous day."

Rhaegar said, "One more thing. I hope you aren't as foolish as I was at your age and are hiding a wife, are you?"

Randal started, then shook his head with a laugh, "No, Your Grace, I have no wife, and no children to my knowledge."

Rhaegar chuckled, "Very good, then I will wish you a pleasant evening."

He and his wives were standing when his Hand asked one last question.

"Just out of curiosity, what are your plans for the remaining Lannister's?" Lord Arryn asked, having gotten his anger under control by this point.

The young Red Lion shook his head, "Nothing. Tywin is now dead and in whichever of the Seven Hells he deserves, his son Jamie serves His Grace and is thus untouchable, and the current Lord of Casterly Rock was still in the womb when my family was killed. Lord Tyrion is blameless with regards to what happened, and so long as he leaves me in peace, I do not need to move against him." He paused, "I did happen to hear that the daughter, Cersei, was sent to the Silent Sisters. It might be worth finding out just how seriously she's been taking her vows since they were forced on her. She was supposedly the closest to Tywin in personality, after all."

Rhaegar nodded and signaled for a servant to escort the young man to guest quarters. He and his wives had a great deal to discuss.

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The King's Chambers

Shortly Afterward

Elia sighed as she lowered herself into the steaming water, her husband and sister-wife already soaking in it. She relaxed as the oils soothed the tension away, both of being on display during the tourney, and then during the meeting with the returning Reyne. Her husband let her adjust to the heat before he said, "Opinions?"

Lyanna was the first to speak, as usual. "He was telling the truth, but I don't think he was telling us everything. I'm sure he has other secrets, besides the information he gathered, but I'd be willing to wager that he doesn't consider them anything that would interest us." She grinned, "I'd also wager that we will be planning a wedding very soon."

Rhaegar laughed, "I won't take that wager, love. We all know my sister appeared thoroughly besotted with the young man, and I agree, he was truthful about his interest in her. And, truthfully, I think they would be a good match. He obviously has the intelligence and the strength of will to keep Dany happy, and it would be good to get some fresh blood in the family."

Elia nodded, "I was thinking about something else that he said. His comment about Cersei Lannister. Rhaenys has complained that Ser Jamie often speaks of nothing but his sister, and so I wonder if it might not be a good idea to end the arrangement between them. The association between the royal family and the Lannister's brings us no real benefit apart from Lord Tyrion's good will, and with the way Rhaenys and the young Stark heir were dancing around each other? Well, they seem to suit each other much better in terms of age if nothing else, and the Stark's are a well-respected family."

"Well thank you, sister dear," Lyanna said with a smirk. "But I agree that Robb would be a much better match than Jamie Lannister. My nephew's got the strength to handle her, and I wouldn't be surprised to discover that Rhaenys found herself over his knee if she pushed him far enough." She frowned thoughtfully, "I hate to say this, but it might be necessary for Ser Jamie to die for the good of the realm. He isn't happy about being tied to Rhaenys, but he does like being close to the Iron Throne."

Their husband nodded thoughtfully, "It's worth considering, but I'm not certain such a drastic step will be necessary. We don't have to make a decision immediately, after all - his squadron won't be back for another three moons, and Robb and Rhaenys will have time enough to discover if they truly suit each other by then."

Elia chuckled, "Honestly, I expect Robb to have our daughter thoroughly tamed within the next fortnight. There is something about him that reminds me of you, husband. Rhaenys will probably find herself stripped and bound to Robb's bed on a regular basis. Hopefully, it will calm the pleasure-seeking part of her personality." She grinned impishly, "It certainly did wonders for me!"

They all laughed, but then Rhaegar winced, "I don't want to think about this, but my sister is far more innocent than our daughter. Do you think she has any true understanding of herself, or her body?"

Elia shook her head, "Probably very little, I hadn't started teaching her yet since she just had her 16th nameday. I'll find out from the serving girl who is with Reyne what his appetites are like, so I know what to teach her. Considering that he plans to have multiple women in his bed, I'll bring a serving girl so that Dany knows how to enjoy being pleasured by another woman, and to be able to please them if that is what her husband desires."

Rhaegar nodded, "Thank you, but please, spare me any details. I know she's probably got the family appetites, but I don't want to think about it!"

His wives shared a grin and moved closer; Lyanna reached under the water to grip him and said, "Don't worry, husband, we'll drive all those nasty thoughts about your innocent sister away!"

He laughed and reached for them, pulling the two close to him, and there was no need for talking for quite a while.

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Much Later that night

Lyanna looked up when the door cracked open and Elia slipped through, removing her robes and climbing naked into the bed. Her sister-wife leaned in and whispered in her ear, not wanting to wake their husband, "According to the serving girl, Ser Reyne was fairly standard in his desires, except that he also had her ass before he finished inside her. She said he was actually quite skillful, and prepared her well enough that she actually enjoyed him taking her that way."

Lyanna raised an eyebrow, "Interesting, isn't it? I'd say our sister is going to have an unusual education, isn't she?"

Elia shrugged, "We both know how to get ourselves ready, Rhaegar certainly doesn't resist our asses, especially after a spanking. Reyne didn't seem that interested in spanking, but that may depend on his mood. I'll send a different girl to him tomorrow night."

Rhaegar lifted his head off the pillow and glared sleepily at the two of them. "Can you two discuss our potential goodbrother more quietly? I told you, I don't want to know what he's going to be doing with Dany!"

The two of them grinned sheepishly, and Elia slipped under the sheets and they were soon sleeping soundly.

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The Next Morning

Daenerys was having a hard time holding her excitement at bay, as Elia had visited her rooms this morning and told her that Randal was interested in wedding her! She wasn't too certain about the next thing that Elia told her, but assuming the betrothal took place soon, Dany could understand the necessity of learning how to please her husband. She wasn't worried about that part of it, but that it was her brother's wife that was going to teach her - well, that was going to be a little... strange.

Dany put that aside, it was more important that her brother had agreed to let Randal meet with her. The meeting was sure to be chaperoned, but that didn't matter. She was going to get to see and talk to him. So she took extra care dressing for breakfast and made sure her hair was brushed until it shone, and her serving maid had it braided perfectly.

When she was finally satisfied, Dany left her rooms and hurried to the private family dining area and just managed to sit down before the meal was brought in. She forced herself to stay calm when she saw Ser Reyne sitting at the end of the table, next to Aemon and Arya, because she wanted to rush to him and give him the kiss that she was going to give him when he'd crowned her. But she held back, because, as much as she didn't want to think about it, Dany knew she had no idea how to kiss him properly, and she didn't want him thinking her a silly little girl.

She focused on her manners as she ate, ignoring, with all possible dignity, the amusement of her brother and his wives.

Eventually, the meal was finished, and her brother stood, tapping her on the shoulder and gesturing for her to follow. Dany wiped her face with her napkin and stood, walking a few steps behind her brother as he led her to the library. Her brother's wives were already there, and Ser Reyne was there as well! She gave him a bright smile, and he smiled and nodded in return. Her brother closed the door behind them and cleared his throat.

"Daenerys, Randal has expressed a desire to marry you, and, after speaking with him, I've permitted him to speak to you. If all goes well, he will be allowed to court you - and then a betrothal can be arranged." She saw Rhaegar wince at her wide-eyed look of excitement before the King added, "I'm aware you are in favor of this, sweet sister, but do not say anything right now. After you and he have spoken, then I will have your decision."

With that, Rhaegar guided her to a chair on the side of the room, and Randal took a seat a few feet away from her. Her brother then moved back and sat down with his wives. They were far enough away that she and Randal could speak privately, but still watch them. Dany was a bit annoyed at the lack of privacy, but knew better than to argue with them.

Sitting down, she looked at him, and he started talking. She had heard about the sack of Tarbeck Hall and Castamere, but had no idea how his parents had escaped. He told her about growing up in Braavos, and learning the Water Dance, which he promised to show her, and how he had to learn to fight in armor and to joust when it was time for him to come back to Westeros.

Dany listened intently when he told her about his plans, and how he was going to collect from the families that owed him a debt. She was more than a bit surprised when Randal told her that he was planning to ask for a daughter in repayment, if the family did not have the gold to honor the debt. And what exactly the daughter would have to do, once the debtor family handed her over.

Bastards were not loved in Westeros, and neither was the type of sexual slavery Randal Reyne seemed to be suggesting.

But then the man explained how he planned to get around the stigma associated with baseborn children and avoid becoming a raper, and considering his desire to have lots of children to rebuild his line and lineage, it rather made sense. Besides, Dany didn't think she'd want to have more than a couple of children herself. He assured her that she would be his only wife; the others would be considered consorts, or, in certain instances, concubines.

Dany was curious about the difference, and so he smirked and said in reply, "It depends on how offensive the girl's father is during our meeting, Your Grace. If he is polite and reasonable, his daughter will be given the honor of the title consort. If he is argumentative, or offensive, then the girl will end up wearing a concubine collar, and her status would be a lot lower than that of a consort. To put it bluntly, in Essos a consort is considered almost a secondary wife, but a concubine is barely above a slave, and, if her master desires, she could be used by others. I don't intend to allow that to happen, of course, but I would be within my rights to do so."

In Essos, perhaps - but not here, I'd wager. Not with highborn ladies, anyway. Dany shrugged, it was common knowledge that the serving girls usually spent their nights in one bed or another, including with her brother and his wives. She had seen Rhaenys playing with one of her maids a few times, and knew that the same girl had been in Aegon and Aemon's beds on different nights,so it wasn't anything to be overly worried about. The girls were not whores and were well treated, and their families doubtless appreciated the money they sent home, so it was the way it was.

And it wasn't as if she hadn't been interested in what it would be like to touch her maid Jasmine when the girl was naked in the tub with her. She hadn't done so yet because she had only just turned six and ten, but she was thinking about it. Maybe Jasmine would be the girl that Elia brought with her to teach her the art of lovemaking? That would be enjoyable, she was already fond of the girl, so they could have fun together.

But that was a thought for tonight, Randal was still speaking. Dany liked the way his eyes lit up with excitement when he was talking about rebuilding Castamere and looking forward to the laughter of children. She could see how much the idea of family meant to him, and how he was going to treat the other women with honor and respect, and at that moment -

Well, assuming the betrothal was successfully negotiated, she knew that she was eventually going to give herself to this man. He was going to be her husband, and Dany would stand beside him as he reached his goals.

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Rhaegar turned to Elia and quietly said, "I would get started teaching Daenerys what she needs to know as quickly as possible, love. The way she is reacting to this man just talking to her, I don't trust her not to rush over and pin him to the floor, before ravishing him!"

Elia had been watching closely and nodded, "I'll get started tonight, teach her about her own body and what feels good. I've got a feeling she will be looking for some relief by then."

Lyanna nodded, "I'll talk to the girl who bathes him tonight, see if Reyne's any different with a different girl." Looking at her husband, the Queen Consort added, "I'd suggest arranging the betrothal and planning on a wedding within a moon's turn, I doubt that Dany will be willing to wait much longer."

Rhaegar looked a little green but nodded, "I think if I tried to make her wait... she might find a different purpose for the sword training you've been giving her, Lyanna."

She snorted, "More than likely, and since Elia and I are fond of you, or at least certain parts of you, I would have to try and stop her. And with the babe pressing my bladder half the time, I might not be able to do it."

Elia laughed, "You too? I thought it was just me that needed to find a privy every twenty minutes!"

Rhaegar suddenly wished he was anywhere else, even fighting on the Trident again. He loved his wives dearly, but he really didn't want to be stuck between them as they discussed the less pleasant aspects of their pregnancies.

He knew that they were only teasing him because he didn't want to think about his little sister learning about her sexuality, but they could have chosen a different subject, couldn't they?

He could ask them, but he didn't think he wanted to know the answer.

It was almost a relief when Dany stood and walked over to them, a huge smile on her face. "Yes, brother, I wish to marry Randal Reyne. He has told me of his plans, and I will be helping him achieve them."

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Daenerys's Bedchamber

Later that Night

Dany was sitting nervously on the edge of her bed, waiting for Elia to arrive and start her training. Jasmine had already bathed her, and Dany had been tempted to touch the other girl but forced herself to wait. There would be time for that later, and besides, she was more interested in touching Randal right now. Her eyes had drifted to his lap a couple of times during their conversation, and even soft, there was a good-sized bulge in his pants. She was almost afraid to see it engorged.

It didn't help that Jasmine had decided (or was ordered?) that tonight was a good time to start talking about the different things she had experienced, since she started serving in the keep. Dany found herself touching her breasts as Jasmine described taking different men in her mouth, and how she'd pleasured them. Or the different positions she was put in to be fucked, and which ones she enjoyed. She didn't mention any names, but did say that she had been with one man who actually put his cock in her bottom, and how exciting it was!

Dany's head was spinning, picturing herself doing all these things with Randal, and it took almost 20 minutes for her to calm down again after her bath.

She almost wished that Jasmine were with her because she could use the distraction from what was going to be happening, but the girl had left earlier, a grin of anticipation on her face.

Dany wondered just what Jasmine was looking forward to, when there was a knock on her door, and Elia walked in, a carrying case in her hand.

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