STORY TITLE: Reyne's Rebirth

PART: 04 of ? Learning
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson ( )
DISTRIBUTION: , 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, Robb Stark/Rhaenys Targaryen, Randal Reyne (OC)/Daenerys Targaryen, Randal Reyne/Multiple Women
RATING: NC-17

WORD COUNT: 7,804
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.

A NOTE ON CHARACTER AGES: Due to author fiat, the year dates of the story and the ages of several characters (in canon) are quite simply incompatible. Basically, all you need to know is that Aemon Targaryen (Jon Snow) and Arya Stark are both the same age, over 16.

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

Daenerys's Bedchamber

The Red Keep

King's Landing

302 AC

Elia forced herself not to sigh at the sight of the nervous girl in front of her. She would need to start slow with the Princess, otherwise Dany would freeze up on her wedding night and have a miserable experience. Putting a warm smile on her face, she stepped into the room and pushed the door closed behind her.

"Relax, Daenerys, there's nothing to be nervous about. You know why I'm here, don't you?"

The younger woman nodded, a little hesitantly, and Elia said, "We're going to need to help you relax a little bit before we get anywhere." Fortunately, she'd come prepared and set down the case she was carrying on the bedside table. Reaching in, she pulled out two mugs and a bottle of wine. It wasn't the full strength most people of the realm enjoyed, but it would be enough to relieve Daenerys's nerves.

Pouring each of them a drink, Elia handed one to her goodsister and said, "I'm sure you are excited about the idea of being married to your mystery knight, and that's perfectly understandable for a young girl. And from what we've seen of him, Randal is a good man - but that's just it, Dany. Ser Reyne… he's an experienced adult who will expect his wife to be comfortable with her own desires as well as his, in your marriage bed. Right now, you are an innocent, which is perfectly acceptable for a girl your age, of course. But you don't know yourself yet, so you can't know your husband."

She watched as Daenerys sipped her wine, but the girl was obviously listening and taking in what she was saying, which was good.

"The betrothal was officially signed today, as I'm sure you know. There are several weeks before your wedding, and, although I am not your mother, I'm going to do for you what my mother did for me before my wedding, and her mother did for her, and so on. I'm going to teach you how to understand yourself, and what you enjoy, and then I'm going to teach you how to enjoy what your husband enjoys."

Opening her robe, Elia slipped it off her shoulders and displayed her nude body to the Princess, gesturing for her to do the same. The wine was doing its job, because the younger woman didn't hesitate, removing her robe and sitting naked on the bed. Elia took a moment to enjoy the girl's appearance, knowing that Randal was really going to enjoy her. Dany was slender, but her breasts were a nice size for her frame, and her nipples were dark against her pale skin.

Elia briefly wished that the girl wasn't such an innocent, and that her husband would frown on it, because it would be delightful to have Daenerys writhing in pleasure under her tongue, and enjoying the girl's mouth on her pussy. Oh well, after Dany was wedded and bedded, things could change. And she was sure that Lyanna would enjoy playing with the girl as well, when their husbands were out of the Keep.

Elia didn't allow any of those thoughts to show, even though she was planning on enjoying them a great deal later that night. Smiling at Daenerys, she simply said, "What I'm going to show you is how to discover what you enjoy, goodsister. Not everything I will teach you will be something you get a great deal of pleasure out of, of course, but it will allow you to learn of your own body and your reactions. Do you understand?"

The Princess nodded confidently, and Elia said, "Sit back on the bed, with your back against the headboard, and sit with your legs crossed. That will be most comfortable for you as we begin."

Daenerys moved into position, and, was that a hint of a smile? Very good, she's already showing the right attitude.

Elia lifted herself onto the bed, taking a mirror position at the opposite end, before wincing slightly as her babe made its unhappiness with the jostling known, and then she looked Daenerys directly in the eyes. "I want you to follow what I do with my hands, and learn what feels good for you, so you can keep doing it when you are alone."

Lifting her hands, Elia cupped her breasts, her thumbs brushing over her nipples, making them tighten nicely. Elia watched as Daenerys copied her movements precisely, including touching her nipples, and the girl gave a soft hiss of pleasure at the contact. Elia started fondling her breasts, enjoying the feeling of her hands on her full mounds, and nodded encouragingly at the silver-haired girl as she did the same.

"After you wed, Dany, Randal may enjoy sliding his cock between your breasts as you use your mouth on him. It's something that most men enjoy, and the sensation is rather enjoyable for us as well. But you don't need to concentrate on that yet, you will learn to use your mouth as we get closer to the time of your wedding. For now, just enjoy the feel of your hands as you touch your breasts."

Elia knew that the girl would be thinking of little more than using her mouth on Randal, imagining how it would feel, which was why she started her thinking about it. The Princess probably hadn't even considered the act before tonight, so it was best to plant the idea in her mind. Elia had never encountered a man that didn't enjoy a woman using her mouth on him, and from what the serving girl last night said, Randal was no exception.

But now, it was time to move the lesson forward. Still toying with her breasts with one hand, Elia lifted the other to her mouth and started licking the fingers. Daenerys looked at her curiously, but did the same thing. Once Elia was satisfied they were wet enough, she lowered her hand to her crotch, and started lightly rubbing her pussy.

She watched Daenerys's eyes widen as she saw where her hand was, but still followed her instructions, her fingers sliding through the silky blonde hairs between her legs. She would have to instruct the girl's maids to start trimming the hairs down there - a small covering was nice, but too much hair could be off putting, especially if her husband was willing to use his mouth on her. But that was something easily accomplished later.

Elia's fingers rubbed her pussy lips, enjoying the way her juices started to flow from the attention, and watched in hidden amusement as Daenerys's eyes filled with wonder as she touched herself. The young Princess would doubtless be enjoying herself a great deal when she took to her bed that night, and the girl's lessons were only just beginning!

"It feels good, doesn't it, Daenerys? The way your lips are swelling, and getting wet is preparing your body to take a man inside you. Now, take your index finger and slide it between your lips slowly, let yourself get used to the feeling." Elia slipped a finger into her pussy, watching Daenerys's first tentative movements. The girl's movements grew more confident as she felt the pleasure starting to rise, her breaths were coming quicker, and her nipples were visibly tightening.

Elia added a second finger and bit her lip to keep from smiling as a moan escaped the girl, moving on her own to move her fingers inside her pussy, rubbing the inner walls. Her other hand was gripping her breasts, and her fingers tugged on her nipples, pulling a deeper moan from her throat.

Without prompting, Daenerys shifted so her legs were spread, and she worked a fourth finger into her pussy, pumping them into her body. Elia said, "Very good, Daenerys - now, take your thumb and feel for the little bump at the top of your pussy. Do you feel it?"

She nodded shakily, her eyes smokey with arousal, and Elia gave her an approving smile. "While your fingers keep moving, use your thumb to rub the bump, but be gentle to start with."

Elia paused in fingering herself, knowing what was going to happen when the girl started rubbing her clit, and wanted to enjoy the expression on Daenerys's face.

Daenerys's thumb was rubbing enthusiastically, and Elia could see the confusion appear in her eyes as the pleasure suddenly rushed toward her - until Dany closed her eyes and fell backward, her body shuddering as the first orgasm the girl had ever enjoyed crashed over her like an ocean wave.

The ecstatic cries of passion that erupted from Daenerys would have doubtless brought any passing servants rushing into the room to see if the Princess needed help, but she had posted one of her own servants outside the door to wave them off. Mysa had been with her since she was a young girl in Dorne, and had spent many nights in bed with her, Lyanna and their husband - so she was well acquainted with the sounds of female pleasure. She was probably very amused at what she was hearing, actually.

The Princess's cries had calmed, leaving her moaning quietly as the pleasure washed through her body, and her eyes were starting to clear. Elia said, "Take your fingers and lick them clean, Daenerys. Your husband will enjoy seeing you taste yourself."

Still dazed, the girl lifted her fingers to her mouth and she started licking absently, still lost in her pleasure, but as she came back to herself, she licked with more enthusiasm, sucking gently on each finger in turn, until they were all clean.

When she finished, Daenerys looked up at her, a wide smile on her face, and Elia gave her a grin in return. "Fun, isn't it? And it gets even better when you are with your husband or another of his playmates. But that is something for you to look forward to as our lessons continue. For now, I want you to spend time before falling asleep, and again when you awake, touching yourself to learn what different things you enjoy. I'll be instructing your maids to show you how they pleasure themselves after they bathe you, so you can try what they do."

Standing, Elia pulled the robe around her body and closed it before saying, "Now, get some rest, Princess, and pleasant dreams."

Elia managed to keep her face impassive until the door closed behind her, and she and Mysa were a short distance away before succumbing to the fit of giggles at the dumbstruck expression on the Princess's face. Pleasant dreams, she could almost guarantee that the girl would have pleasant dreams tonight. Probably also wake up with cramped fingers, but at least Dany would be in a good mood come the morning.

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Randal Reyne's Quarters

Approximately the Same Time

He lay back on the bed, the serving girl - Jasmine - on her belly between his legs as she licked his cock and sucked his balls. Randal may have had contempt for the softness of most Westerosi, but he did appreciate some of their customs. Bathing was much more enjoyable with an eager and willing young woman for company, for example.

Other customs, though? It had been a little disconcerting this morning when the Queen Elia had pulled him aside and told him bluntly that she had received a report from Imra, the girl who he enjoyed the night before.

Surprisingly, the Queen wasn't disapproving; in fact, she told him that the girl had greatly enjoyed herself, and may wish to become part of his household staff when Castamere was restored. The real surprise was when the woman told him that she would be taking care of educating his future bride, and would make sure Daenerys was introduced to the joys of being taken in the rear.

There wasn't much he could say in response, and Elia just gave a throaty laugh before moving away. While the idea that Daenerys would come to his bed with some knowledge and enthusiasm, the idea that the Queen was well aware of his tastes was a bit uncomfortable. Fortunately, she now seemed to approve of him and his plans, but he still didn't like other people knowing things about him. There wasn't much Randal could do about it, though, so he decided to just live with the situation. He hadn't had the girl doing anything too extreme the night before, he would save those times for when he had Cersei under his control. But that was in the future, he had an eager girl in his bed to pay attention to right now.

Focusing on Jasmine, Randal watched her eyes to assess her feelings. He wanted the girl to be happy with serving him, because he was already aware that she primarily served his future bride, and he didn't want her to find reasons to scheme against him. So far Jasmine seemed perfectly content, humming happily as she took him in her mouth and started sucking. The girl didn't have a lot of experience, but she wasn't nervous, taking him deeper into her mouth as she sucked. Her hands busy, one rubbing his balls, the other between her legs.

Randal groaned as her tongue licked the sensitive skin under the head of his cock, and he could feel his balls start to tighten - he was about to cum, and called her name. Jasmine looked up, and seeing the look on his face, pulled back so only the head of his cock was between her lips. The look of excitement in her eyes was enough to push him over the edge, and he swelled in her mouth, collapsing back on the bed as she swallowed everything he gave her.

When she'd finished swallowing, the serving girl got off the bed and poured a little water into a mug, rinsing her mouth before looking at him curiously, waiting for his next instructions. He shifted so he was sitting up against the headboard, and said, "That was excellently done, Jasmine, and you deserve pleasure of your own. Come here and climb up on my lap, and I will do my best to oblige."

She looked a bit confused as she followed his orders, straddling his lap and pressing her tits against his chest. Randal grinned at her, and he put an arm around her as his other hand moved between her legs. Jasmine's eyes widened as he started stroking her pussy, his fingertips brushing her lips, making them swell with her juices.

He kept stroking her, getting the girl more aroused with each touch, and she moaned when he slipped his finger inside her. Jasmine leaned against him, her erect nipples pressing into his chest as Randal worked a second finger into her pussy, enjoying the way she tightened around him. His thumb was lightly brushing her clit as his fingers stroked her, making her wriggle pleasurably against his hand. He added a third finger and started pumping her pussy, his thumb rubbing her clit steadily.

Jasmine's breath grew short and she wrapped her arms around him as she squirmed, until she stiffened and cried out, collapsing as she was overwhelmed by her orgasm. Randal kept fingering her, letting her come back to her senses gently, and eventually she did, pushing back to look at him, a wide smile on her face.

"Thank you, my Lord! Now I know why Imra was smiling when she returned to our room last night..." Jasmine said, somewhat pantingly.

Randal smiled, "I told you that you deserve pleasure, and I believe in rewarding excellent service. Now, I believe you are to stay here with me for the night, correct?"

"Yes, my Lord, as long as you allow me some sleep so I can serve my Princess in the morning."

Randal nodded, "I have no objection to that. I'm curious, though - have you served her as you served me yet?"

The girl actually blushed, "Not yet, my Lord, the Queen said she was too young - but I think I will be soon."

Something about her reaction made him curious, "You're looking forward to serving her, aren't you, Jasmine? You wish to touch her, and hope that she touches you in return, don't you?" His voice was calm and friendly, but insistent, and she hesitated before nodding sharply, looking away from him.

Randal pulled her close, "Worry not that I will hold your desire against you; in fact, as her husband, I would make sure that my wife provided pleasure for pleasure received." Jasmine stared at him in surprise, and he chuckled, "I'm actually looking forward to seeing the two of you enjoying each other, actually, I'm sure the two of you will be beautiful together."

"Truly, my Lord?"

"Indeed... I am going to request that the King allow you to continue serving us when my home in the Westerlands is restored, and I know that Imra is also interested in doing so."

Jasmine smiled widely, and breathed, "Thank you, my Lord, it would be my honor to serve you and your wife."

He nodded, "I do need to be sure you are able to pleasure her though, so I've asked for Imra to join us."

There was movement in the back of the room, and then a young blonde stepped forward, totally nude, her skin flushed with excitement.

"Pray show me that you know how to pleasure a woman, Jasmine, so I know that my future bride won't be disappointed."

Randal shifted position so the girls had enough room on the bed, and they were soon laying beside him, kissing each other passionately as their fingers worked between each other's legs. He actually already knew that Jasmine would have no problem having sex with another woman, but he enjoyed watching two women together, especially since they were having sex at his order. Never mind that the two of them would have done it voluntarily, it still planted the seed in their minds that they were acting to please him.

He had learned the arts of manipulation very well growing up in the Free Cities, and it was very rare that anyone noticed it. Randal knew he would have to keep an eye on how the King's Hand acted regarding the news of his wife's dalliances with Baelish, because the whore-master would need to be removed from his position of Master of Coin. And once the man was destroyed, the position would be his, allowing him to further cement his family's future.

Randal let his plans ripen as he watched the two girls, who had quickly shifted so they were able to lick each other, and Imra soon had Jasmine climaxing, filling Imra's mouth with her juices. He was pleased that the blonde had remembered her instructions, and had fingered Jasmine's ass as she was licking her.

He had greatly enjoyed being the first man to take Imra's ass the night before, making her enjoy it - and Randal was looking forward to being the first to stretch Jasmine's buttocks that way as well, before the night was over.

They did manage to get almost four hours of sleep before the girls had to attend their duties, and Queen Elia gave him an amused look when he joined the family for breakfast.

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The Main Courtyard

The Red Keep

A Few Days Later

Robb had been walking with Rhaenys, seeing the different parts of the Keep - and, to be honest, looking for a secluded area where the two of them could enjoy themselves - when he noticed a crowd gathered in the courtyard. Giving Rhaenys a curious look, she shrugged - there was nothing scheduled that she was aware of, as the two of them moved closer.

As they got closer to the open area, Rhaenys nudged him, and he saw that Princess Daenerys was there, with a member of the Kingsguard, and she was staring intently at whatever was going on. She wasn't the only one interested, though, there were impressed murmurs from the crowd, and occasional applause.

When they could finally see, Robb whistled softly in surprise. The Reyne was in the center of the courtyard, dressed in nothing but his day clothes, dueling with an armored knight wielding a greatsword. Reyne was holding a lighter, thinner sword, but was moving so quickly that he could easily dodge the armored knight's attacks.

It was an impressive performance, and eventually Reyne was able to reach through a gap in the armor, drawing first blood. The knight sheathed his sword and removed his helmet, laughing.

"Well done, young Bravo, it's been a long time since I was bested in a duel. But now I fear you are about to be pestered for training in the Water Dance by some of our youngsters."

Robb could see that the knight was correct; several young boys, and even a young girl, were nudging each other, trying to work up the nerve to approach him. He had to admit he was curious as well, and with Rhaenys beside him, pushed his way through the crowd. The others quickly parted for the two of them, recognizing who he was with, and Robb was soon standing in the center. Daenerys had joined them, her bodyguard right behind her.

He stepped forward, his hand extended, "That was an amazing performance, Ser Randal! I'd heard of the Water Dance, of course, but never seen anyone so skilled in it. How long have you been training?"

Robb noticed Rhaenys move to stand with Daenerys and they were talking softly, grins on their faces - but he would worry about that later, this was more interesting.

Randal shook his hand firmly and grinned, "I'm a bit out of practice, Lord Robb, I spent most of the last year getting used to fighting and jousting in armor so I could do well in the Tournament. But I started learning the Dance when I was but six namedays. I prefer it, honestly, because there are times you find yourself in a fight and don't have the time to put on your armor."

Robb laughed, "True enough, and I see it's a useful skill to develop. I don't suppose you would be willing to show me some moves, perchance?"

The older man grinned, "Why not? We're going to be family one day, after all."

Robb glanced over at Rhaenys and saw her blush, and he grinned in response, "That we are, Ser Randal, that we are."

"If you please, Lord Robb, call me Randal. I'm not that much older than you, and there's really no need to be that formal, not after the tourney."

Robb nodded, and soon the two of them were walking, deep in conversation about the training Randal went through growing up.

He heard a few giggles from the two girls behind them, but naturally enough, decided he really didn't want to know.

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Rhaenys grinned at her aunt as they walked behind the two men, "An impressive man you've just been betrothed to, Aunt Daenerys - I wonder if he's as skilled in other areas as he is with the sword?"

Daenerys leaned close, "I haven't found out for myself, sweet Rhaenys, but according to my two maids? He's extremely skilled, neither of them have stopped smiling this day!" She smirked at her niece, "And what of Lord Robb? We know he is skilled at the joust, after seeing his performance at the tourney, but how are his 'other' skills?"

Rhaenys blushed and put her mouth to Daenerys's ear as they walked, "I'm smiling a great deal as well, especially after he pulled me into an empty room and pulled up my dress for a spanking! By the Seven, I soaked my small clothes when he used his hand on me, it was so embarrassing - but even more exciting!"

Daenerys's jaw dropped, "Really? He did that to you! I wonder if Randal will want to do that to me? The most unusual thing that Imra and Jasmine mentioned was him taking their ass. Which sounds exciting enough."

The older girl grinned, "Oh, it's a lot of fun, Robb had me that way after he spanked me, and I want to do it again. It's so nasty that I loved it. But do you want to know something funny?"

"What?"

"While Robb and I were looking for another empty room, we saw Aemon and Arya, who seemed to have the same idea, because she was completely naked on her knees with Aemon's cock in her mouth! He didn't even notice us, but she did, and Lady Arya took him out of her mouth and glared at the two of us. She then growled, 'Do you mind? I'm busy!' and went right back to what she was doing. Aemon looked shocked and embarrassed, and I thought Robb was going to faint, or else take his sword to my little brother after seeing his sister dishonored like that!"

Daenerys covered her mouth to muffle her laugh, but then said, "Is it living in the North that makes the Starks so adventurous, or is it just something in the blood? Because Lyanna is the same way, we've seen proof of that plenty of times."

Rhaenys laughed, "I think my favorite was when the lords were gathered for the King's nameday feast, and while everyone was dancing, she slipped under the table for several minutes. When Aunt Lyanna came up licking her lips, I honestly thought the King was going to take her right on top of the roast boar!" She got a faraway look in her eyes and added, "I wonder if Robb would enjoy that?"

The two Targaryen women were still laughing when they caught up to Robb and Randal, not noticing the blushing face of their guard who had heard the entire conversation.

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Rhaegar was looking out of the window of his Small Council room, watching the duel in the courtyard while Ned was reading a letter from his brother Benjen. It was obvious that the man was troubled by what he was reading, but until Ned spoke, he wasn't going to ask. His goodbrother had become a close friend over the years, and Rhaegar knew how much he valued his privacy.

In the meantime, he was enjoying the display that young Reyne was putting on. The Water Dance was an incredibly difficult style to master, but the young man seemed to have succeeded. The King found the young man interesting, but also an enigma. He was pleasant and open about his plans, but there were secrets behind his eyes - and that made Rhaegar uneasy.

It wasn't the way he'd pointed Lord Arryn toward Littlefinger that bothered him; in fact, that demonstrated Reyne's information gathering quite well, and could actually benefit the realm, if used the right way. Because Baelish was extremely ambitious, and not known for considering anything but his own benefit. And frankly, he'd long considered Lyssa Arryn to be a weeping waste of a woman, and his Hand would be better off with a stronger woman as his Lady wife.

He kept watching the young man, wondering what his ultimate goal was. Reyne didn't seem to be ambitious for the Iron Throne, if that was his goal he would have been better to crown Rhaenys, because she was closer to the throne than his young sister. No, the attraction between the he and Daenerys was genuine, although that didn't stop Reyne enjoying the serving girls who came to his room.

That wasn't actually a surprise, for even Ned enjoyed the girls - but in his case, Catelyn was there as well, and they both enjoyed the girls.

Rhaegar quirked a smile, in that sense young Robb took after his father - because, even though he wasn't supposed to be aware, Rhaenys had joined Robb in his rooms when the girls were there. It was good that he'd been convinced to end the arrangement between her and Jamie Lannister, he'd only suggested it back when there was a possibility he would need Tyrion Lannister's support in case of another rebellion.

But with the Old Lion dead, and the current head of the family far more reasonable to deal with, the connection was no longer necessary.

It did amuse Rhaegar to know that Tyrion Lannister had, instead of burying the old man in the family crypt, given the man's bones to his starving hounds. In secret, of course, the appearances did have to be maintained. Apparently the son had even less liking for Tywin than he himself did.

But that didn't get him any closer to unraveling the enigma that was Randal Reyne. Of his loyalty to the Throne, Rhaegar had no doubts, but what of his allegiance to Braavos? He was raised there for most of his life, even if he was raised expecting to return to the Seven Kingdoms, that would still leave conflicts between the two lands. The King frowned, all he could do would be to make sure that the Spider kept a close watch on the man and be prepared to act if the need arose.

It complicated things that Elia seemed to be rather fond of the man, and was very much in favor of him marrying Daenerys, even more than she supported the union between Robb and Rhaenys. He would have expected her to be in favor of a solid match for their daughter, and she was, but from what she'd said when they were in bed with Lyanna? Randal Reyne had the drive and the appetite to be a true Targaryen, and would stand as a strong and useful ally to the Crown.

Elia wouldn't say anything more, only that it was just a strong feeling she had - but her feelings had proven true in the past, so he let it be.

Hearing Ned stand, Rhaegar turned from the window to face the man, "Trouble in the North, Ned?"

Ned grimaced, "War, and rumors of war. The Wildlings are trying to get through the Wall in greater numbers than ever before, and the ones who are taken alive are terrified. They claim that the White Walkers are leading armies of wights, and slaughtering any they can reach." He shook his head, "Normally, I would just wonder if the person who wrote all this had gotten too deep in his cups - but the raven was written by my younger brother, Benjen, and he's not known for imagining things. I know that you need me here, at least through the upcoming wedding, but this concerns me a great deal… and I would much prefer to go home and deal with it all, if I could."

Rhaegar held out his hand, and quickly read over the letter. His initial reaction was to agree with his Warden of the North, the man who wrote this was doing his best to be dispassionate, but the concern was easy to discern. He could understand Ned's desire to return to the North, but damn it, he needed the man here - his solid sense was invaluable, especially with all the families pouring in for the wedding.

But, on second thought, there may be another solution. Jamie Lannister's host was less than a week's ride from Winterfell, and should be fairly fresh...

"I understand your desire to return North, Ned, but I have another option. There is a full company of soldiers less than a week away from Winterfell, so I'll order them to continue North to the Wall and meet with your brother. Fresh men would be able to take a fresh look, and if they confirm the rumors, we can prepare to face the danger."

Rhaegar could see that Ned was torn on the matter, but the royal squadron was far closer and could help if things were actually moving beyond the Wall. Eventually he nodded, and Rhaegar went to his desk and prepared the orders for his Master of War to send.

Besides, knowing Jamie Lannister's temper, there was a chance that the man wouldn't return from the North. He would be given an appropriate funeral full of honors, of course, if he failed to do so.

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Daenerys's Bedchamber

Two Weeks Later

Daenerys was already naked and standing by her bed when Elia walked through the door that night, and the girl didn't even flush when Jasmine followed her into the rooms. The young woman had changed quite a bit since the first night - now she was eager for the nightly lessons, and had even been seen slipping away during the day to pleasure herself.

It was only a matter of time before she was discovered on her knees the same way Rhaenys and Arya had already been found. Elia was sure that was one of the reasons Daenerys had been so eager for this portion of her lessons. She had been practicing taking a man in her mouth for the last few nights, using one of the toys that Elia had made for her when she was first married and Rhaegar had to be away a lot of the time.

If it wasn't for the Princess's insistence that the first man she had in her mouth would be her husband, Elia could have brought Aegon for Daenerys to practice on. After all, it wasn't like she could end up with a babe in her belly simply from swallowing her nephew's seed. And if she balked at Aegon, Aemon was an option she'd likely not refuse. As it was, Dany only had the toy to suck on, and it didn't react the way a man would, and how could she know if she was able to swallow when the toy lacked a man's juices?

Putting her annoyance aside, Elia stripped out of her robe and sat down on the edge of the bed, strapping the toy in place around her waist before she gestured to Daenerys to take her position. The girl smiled and knelt down between Elia's legs, her hand stroking the false cock as she gathered saliva in her mouth.

When her mouth was wet enough, Daenerys took the head between her lips and gave it a quick suck, then shifted to use her tongue along the shaft. Her hand stroked the part she wasn't using her tongue on, and Elia had to admit - if it were an actual cock, she would have the man out of his mind already.

The Dornish Queen watched the girl sucking the cock for a few minutes, just making sure that her skills were up to her ambitions, when Daenerys managed to surprise her! She shifted her position, and tilted her head back taking the toy all the way into her throat! Where in the Seven Hells had she learned that? Elia wasn't able to take a cock into her throat, but this virgin could manage it?

When she pulled back, the girl had the nerve to grin at her! "What! How did you learn that trick, Daenerys? Have you been sneaking around with Randal?"

Daenerys laughed, "No, Elia, I haven't been sneaking around - well, not with Randal - but I happened to see another girl with her lover, and they didn't know I was there, and I witnessed how she took him all the way down her throat. It drove her lover crazy, and I knew I wanted to learn how, so I found the girl later and got her to teach me. I've been practicing with one of her toys for the last few days, and just managed to succeed for the first time this afternoon."

The pride in her expression was obvious, and, looking over at Jasmine who had been standing quietly by the door, Elia was willing to wager that the serving girl would soon be asking to learn that skill as well.

Shaking her head, Elia said, "Well, I think you've learned enough to be able to satisfy your husband with your mouth. Now, since Randal enjoys having two women together, it's time for you to learn how to pleasure a woman with your mouth and fingers."

From the eager way that she climbed to her feet and put her arms around Jasmine, Elia was fairly sure that Daenerys had already been gaining experience with another girl. She was curious who had taught her to deep throat, though.

Moving off the bed, Elia took a seat in the chair, and watched the two girls. She was impressed at the way Daenerys took control of Jasmine, pulling her into a kiss and pressing her breasts against the other girl. Jasmine opened her lips to let Daenerys's tongue claim her mouth, and moved backward toward the bed.

Within minutes, Elia was certain that Daenerys had been playing with at least one other girl, she was far too confident in her actions as she took control of Jasmine. She had the girl laying on her back, with Daenerys laying on top of her, still kissing, as Daenerys's fingers were stroking the servant girl's pussy.

Elia could have stopped the two of them, but they were enjoying what they were doing - and frankly, she was enjoying watching them. Daenerys was making Jasmine squirm as she played with the girl's breasts, sucking the nipples and biting them lightly. Her fingers were pumping Jasmine's pussy, and Elia could see that the serving girl was on the verge of losing all control. So she sat back to enjoy the show, and to see if Daenerys was as skilled with her tongue as she was with her fingers.

All it took was Daenerys rubbing Jasmine's clit to drive the girl wild, and, as she was shaking and babbling her pleasure, the Princess moved around so her legs were on either side of Jasmine's face, and her face was between Jasmine's thighs. Jasmine, even in her delirious state of pleasure, was aware enough to bring Daenerys down to her mouth and start licking, while the Princess's tongue was licking up all the other girl's juices.

When she saw Daenerys using her fingers as she licked Jasmine, and then slipped one of the wet fingers into the girl's bottom, Elia knew that there wasn't any need for any more lessons. The Princess was ready to give herself to her husband on her wedding night. Leaving the toy behind, the Queen pulled on her robe and left the room, totally ignored by the girls on the bed.

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Daenerys's lips twitched with a grin as Elia left, and she turned her attention back to Jasmine, wanting to make the girl feel as good as Jasmine was making her feel. She'd been looking forward to having Jasmine in bed with her ever since Jasmine and Imra had told her about the time they spent with Randal. She found herself imagining the girl in her bed constantly, and it was picturing Jasmine in bed with her and her husband, and how they would enjoy the girl between them, that had her slipping away to finger herself several times during the day.

What Dany hadn't told Elia, was that it was during one of those 'alone times' that she saw Arya sucking Aemon and taking him completely in her throat. She'd climaxed furiously watching the two of them, and it was even more exciting because both of them knew she was there, and were looking at her lustily. Arya was the one who'd shared her toys, to teach Daenerys how to relax her throat to take it all the way down.

Of course, Arya wanted something in return, something that Daenerys was only too happy to provide. The two of them played together while Aemon watched, stroking himself, and after Arya had made Dany climax, she'd rolled over and ordered Aemon to fuck her. The two of them were lost in what they were doing, and so Daenerys left them to their privacy. They didn't have to know she had to finger herself picturing the two of them, and imagining her and Randal doing the same thing.

She and Arya spend several hours over the next few days just talking, and the Northern girl was complaining about regularly getting interrupted when she and Aemon wanted to enjoy themselves. It was an innocent suggestion of Dany's during their conversation that afternoon that made Arya decide to get married at the same time she and Randal did.

Daenerys wasn't sure if she envied or pitied Aemon, because Arya was an extremely forceful personality, and she had a feeling that Aemon would end up being managed by his wife. But if he was happy about it, she wasn't going to worry too much about it. From what Imra and Jasmine had told her, she had a strong feeling that Randal would be the dominant partner in their marriage, and that didn't bother her at all.

But Dany knew she could worry about married life later; right now Jasmine was starting to stir again, so she had work to do!

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The King's Solar

The Next Day

Mid Afternoon

Rhaegar looked up from his desk when Ned was announced. He started to stand, a smile on his face, when he got a good look at the other man. Ned had an expression he'd never encountered before - a thoroughly thunderstruck expression, like he'd been hit by dragon fire and didn't understand why he was still standing.

Pouring two glasses of wine, the King handed one to the Northman, and guided him to a seat. Ned sat, staring at nothing for a couple of minutes, before lifting the glass to his mouth and draining it in one swallow. Setting the glass down, he started laughing, laughing so hard that tears were rolling down his face - and Rhaegar could admit he was getting concerned for his friend, but he was not certain what (if anything) he could do.

Fortunately Ned managed to get control of himself, although he still chuckled a little as he wiped his eyes.

When the man was able to talk, Rhaegar said, "Care to explain that? I've never seen you so shocked, goodbrother."

Ned looked at him, shaking his head, "I was just basically ordered, by my youngest daughter, no less, to ask you to arrange her marriage to Aemon at the same time Princess Daenerys and Lord Reyne are to be married. And when I wanted to know why, Arya stated that she wanted to be able to bed her husband without being interrupted!"

Rhaegar just stared at him, his mouth agape, as he kept going over the words in his head, until he couldn't stop himself and fell back in his seat, howling with laughter.

When he finally got himself under control, the King shook his head, "What is it with Stark women? I swear, they have more balls than half the Lords in the Kingdom! But, I don't see a problem with Aemon and Arya being wed at the same time, and I'm certain that Daenerys won't care. I will need to discuss it with Ser Randal, but I doubt it would bother him, especially since I'm the one paying for everything."

He paused, "Actually, now that Jamie Lannister has been notified that the betrothal between him and Rhaenys has been canceled, there's no reason not to wed Robb and Rhaenys as well, so they can confine their 'adventures' to their own chambers and not annoy the servants who keep stumbling over them."

Ned nodded, obviously relieved that he wouldn't have to face Arya with bad news. Rhaegar briefly considered suggesting adding Aegon and Sansa to the wedding arrangements and simply be done with it all, but the two of them weren't that close, and may never be. He would let that situation alone, and let his wives keep an eye on the two of them.

Oh no, his wives! They were not going to be happy with the change in plans, especially with less than a week to go before the ceremony. Oh well, best to get it over with now.

"Do you know where Catelyn is now, Ned?"

"Eh? She's sitting with Arya, arguing about what type of clothing is appropriate to be married in. Arya is not wanting to be married in a dress, and Catelyn is trying to convince her."

"I take it that she doesn't object to combining the weddings then? That just leaves my two to convince."

Ned laughed, "I wish you the greatest of luck there, Your Grace. I'm going to find another drink or twelve, because after that conversation with my little girl, I need them!"

Rhaegar grimaced, "Coward! I should go find those drinks and leave you to tell my wives. After all, it's your daughter that's causing all the uproar."

Ned just grinned and walked out, closing the door behind him.

Deciding to get the worst over with, he finished the glass of wine and put away the reports he was reading before heading out to find his wives.

He shrugged, "Oh well, the worst they can do is kill me, and I've faced death before..."

End Chapter Four