STORY TITLE: Reyne's Rebirth

PART: 08 of ?
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, Randal Reyne/Daenerys Targaryen, Randal Reyne/Daenerys Targaryen/Multiple Women
RATING: NC-17

WORDS: 9,070
SPOILERS: None, goes AU prior to Season One of Game of Thrones

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 Red Keep

King Rhaegar's Solar

Shortly After the Prior Scene (sixth month, 302 AC)

Rhaegar Targaryen sat back, allowing his wife Elia to control the conversation, since it was her brother that was the subject. Ser Randal was listening attentively, as was Princess Daenerys, even though his sister wasn't expected to be taking part in the negotiations.

Elia was looking his goodbrother in the eye as she spoke, "The most important thing to remember, Ser Randal, is not to mistake the mildness of Prince Doran's demeanor for weakness. He isn't as flamboyant as Oberyn, this is true, but my elder brother is even more deadly when needed. Even more because you never see the strike coming!"

Ser Randal nodded, "Understood, and I've known men like that in Braavos. Pleasant enough until you manage to offend them, and if you are lucky it's plain steel that ends up in your gut. If you aren't lucky, the steel is poisoned. But the important question is, will he be able to pay the debt in full? I have no desire to anger Prince Doran, or the Red Viper, but the debt must be paid. The honor of the Martell's as well as my own family demand it."

Elia shrugged, "If you were to demand the entire amount in coin, then no, House Martell doesn't have that amount of gold available. He will be quite willing to discuss...other ways to repay the debt, but if you approach matters badly, you will make him an enemy. My brother may be irritated by Princess Arianne's behavior, but that doesn't mean he will be willing to accept selling her to you - just to pay the debt!" She frowned, "I know you think you've got my brother and others in a situation that they will have to give you what you need, but they won't see it that way, and may decide to take the risk of having embarrassing information released to pay you back for the insult you offer."

The King wasn't pleased by the look of irritation in Ser Randal's eyes, and the young man shook his head, "My apologies, Your Graces, but it must be my upbringing; because I honestly can't comprehend why they would make things so difficult. I'm offering House Martell - and all the other Houses - an honorable way to satisfy their debts, and my promise that their daughters will be well treated, so why do they have to take offense? I'm not planning on spreading rumors about how the debt was repaid, so it won't dishonor the girls, and it would actually reflect well on the family that they honored their debts."

Rhaegar leaned forward in his seat, his voice quiet, "That's something that I've been wondering about, Ser Randal. You were raised in Braavos, where slavery in any form is prohibited, so how can you be so casual about the idea of enslaving the daughters of the Great Houses?"

It was interesting that the younger man actually looked surprised for an instant, before he shook his head. "Enslaving? No, Your Grace, this is not enslavement - I'm not from Pentos! It's more an agreement to provide a service for a period of time. Once the children are born, the women are free to return to their families if they so desire. They will also be welcome to remain with their children if they choose. The families are agreeing to allow their daughters to pay their debts, for a period of two or three years before being free to go about their lives. How is that enslavement?"

Elia snorted, shaking her head, "You truly don't understand how Westerosi think, do you? I'm afraid that the families won't see it that way, Ser Randal, they will see you wanting them to sell their daughters to be used as your sexual playthings as a grave insult. The question hadn't been raised before, because we all thought that it would be at least a year or more before the issue came up. Personally, I believed that the families would wait for you to approach them, and you would be busy getting your Heir on my goodsister to have the time. My mistake, although I should have expected my brother to want to get the issue resolved sooner than later."

Ser Randal grimaced, "I really wished you had raised this concern earlier, Your Graces. Because, while I was taught Westerosi customs, they aren't ingrained like those of Braavos. I was aware that there is a stigma against bastards, which was why I requested the boon, but the period of service agreement is not uncommon at all in Essos. It seems I rather foolishly made the assumption that the attitude was the same here." The young man sat back, his eyes closed, obviously thinking. Rhaegar was pleased to see that his goodbrother reached for Daenerys' hand, and held it while he thought.

All was quiet for a few moments, until a ghost of a smile crossed Ser Randal's lips. He opened his eyes, and turned to Daenerys, looking at her with a soft expression, before turning back to face them. "Tell me, Your Grace, is it still the custom among allied houses that the lady of the House has attendants, or ladies in waiting?"

Rhaegar chuckled, that would be an elegant solution to the entire situation, and he nodded, "It is still quite common, Ser Randal, and with my sister's relation to the Crown, it would be expected that she have several noble daughters as her attendants. And it's not unknown for them to find their way to their Lady's bedchamber when her husband is there also."

Ser Randal smiled, "I thought so. And since the Houses that owe the largest amount of debt, the Martell's, the Tully's, the Tyrell's and a few others, are known to be honorable families? They would be likely to honor an alliance of support and protection, as long as it was made clear that we are loyal to the Iron Throne, especially if I offered to forgive a portion of the debt as a way of welcoming them to the alliance."

The King nodded, "That would ease matters a great deal, yes. But you do realize that, even if I decide to grant you the requested boon and legitimize them, your children with those other women will have a great deal of difficulty from the Faithful? Bastards are not treated well in Westeros, apart from in Dorne."

The younger man nodded, frowning, "Yes, Your Grace, I am aware of the discrimination, and I'm hoping to find a way to change such attitudes. It won't be quick or easy or simple, but it also isn't something that needs to be decided immediately. My lady wife and I need to have our first child and heir before worrying about other children."

Daenerys had been quiet throughout the conversation, her eyes moving from each of them as they spoke. She smiled at Randal when he mentioned having their first child, but then she said, "Husband? The children you wish to have, to bring your House back to what it once was, is it required that they be of your blood? I will be giving you your heir and other children, and they would be able to continue the Reyne and Tarbeck lines. The other children, to bring laughter and joy back to Castamere, couldn't you take in young orphans and give them your name instead?"

Rhaegar looked at his sister in surprise, that was actually a fairly elegant solution to part of the problem. But there could be another problem, depending on if the orphans were highborn or not. Looking at Randal, he was pleased to see a thoughtful expression on the man's face.

Randal smiled softly at Daenerys, and said, "That could work, my love, at least if we can find some highborn orphans. I know enough about the separation between high- and low-born in Westeros to know that any lowborn orphans, even if I gave them my name, wouldn't be accepted by the other families. And I won't have a child with my name being looked down, because of an accident of birth!"

The King glanced at his wife, and saw the slight signs of tension leaving her face. The rest of the conversation was far more relaxed, and when the Martell servant appeared, Ser Randal gave him a note suggesting they meet after the noon meal the next day in the King's Small Council chamber.

The Red Keep

Tower of the Hand

Office of the Master of Coin

Two Hours Later

Closing the last of Petyr Baelish's current ledgers, Randal cursed the memory of the dead man. Of course, it wasn't only Littlefinger that he was wishing to the depths of the Seven Hells. Not for the first time, Randal cursed the fact that an integral part of his plan required him to take the position of Master of Coin! If he'd had any idea just what Baelish had done, all the loans he'd taken out from the Iron Bank, he never would have leapt to accept the King's offer.

The damned flesh merchant had put the realm in so much debt that it would take almost all of his available gold just to pay off the interest on the loans. And there was absolutely no question of defaulting on the debt, not if he didn't want the Iron Bank to finance an attack on Kings Landing and the rest of the Seven Kingdoms. Fortunately, both Larra and the workmen at Castamere had ample gold to complete what they needed to do.

Thinking about the meeting for the next day, Randal was hopeful that Prince Doran would accept his offer - because the initial installment of the Martell's payment would be useful in servicing the loans, until he could find other sources of income. Making a note to transfer enough gold to cover the current payments to the bank, he set the ledgers to the side.

With that done, Randal sat back and replayed the conversation from the morning. It had been quite a shock to find out that the King and Queen Elia had thought he was talking about slavery, but fortunately that had been easily cleared up. No, it was Dany's suggestion that was the real surprise. Randal had to admit, the idea of taking in orphans and making them members of his family did somewhat appeal to him, although the requirement that they were all highborn was annoying. It really didn't make a bit of difference to him, it never had - but he had to play the game by Westerosi rules, no matter how much it irked him.

No, what Randal was curious about was why Dany had spoken up about the matter at that precise time. She hadn't had any objections to the idea of having children with the other women when he had explained that part of the plan to her... in fact, she had seemed to look forward to all the children, so what had changed?

After thinking about the various conversations, Randal groaned and shook his head in annoyance; of course her attitude had changed, they were married now! Before, it was just something for the future, but now that she was his wife, and looking forward to carrying their babe, it only made sense for her to want to avoid other women having his children. He would still need to talk with Dany, to make sure he was reading the situation correctly, because Randal didn't want to make his wife unhappy - on account of him making another mistake, regarding Westerosi mindsets...

Satisfied that he had at least a possible answer to the question that had been bothering him, Randal stood, stretching his back as he walked around the cramped room, frowning at the accumulated dust on the furniture. He had just turned to go back to the desk when his eye paused on one of the shelving units. It took him a second to realize what he was seeing, but then he smiled, walking closer. Randal was disgusted with himself at not noticing before, but this set of shelves was different from the others. Not only was it nowhere near as dust covered as everything else, but there was something off about that cabinet.

Moving closer, his eyes were studying what he could see, searching for the oddity. There! The books looked like they were flush against the back of the cabinet, but the inside of the cabinet wasn't deep enough. A false back to the cabinet? Or something between the cabinet and the wall?

Let's see… Randal ran his hand along the edge of the cabinet, reaching up to the top, and smiled slightly, there was a noticeable gap. The side of the cabinet extended almost an inch past the back, so Randal moved to the side and moved the whole thing away from the wall.

There was the 'clink!' of metal on metal as he moved the cabinet, and Randal froze; did the traitorous bastard set a trap? When nothing happened after a few seconds, he looked around the edge and saw that there was a bulging coin purse hanging from a hook, as well as another ledger tied by a leather strap. Moving the cabinet further away from the wall, he carefully scanned the hook holding the purse, to see if it was a trigger of some sort, but there was nothing visible.

Taking his dagger from the sheath on his belt, he carefully lifted the coin purse off the hook, preparing to move back if it set off a trap. Randal let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding when nothing happened. Holding the pouch on the flat of the blade, he lowered it to the desk and turned to the ledger still hanging by a strap.

Taking the same precautions, Randal worked the strap loose and moved the book next to the coin pouch. After examining the book for any traps, and mentally thanking the teachers his parents had found for their lessons in caution, he opened the book, quickly scanning the page in front of him. "So this is where he kept his blackmail material, is it? Very interesting..."

The book wasn't organized by date, the way that the others were, but by family name, and he whistled softly at some of the information on the Tyrell's and various other family names he recognized. There was quite a bit of information about what Oberyn Martell had done on different nights, which Randal made note of, in case it was needed in the discussion with Prince Doran the next day.

Putting the book aside, Randal cleared off the desk and picked up the coin purse. Moving the lantern next to the purse, he opened the bag and tilted it so the coins poured out. Not touching the gold dragons, he moved the lantern closer, so the heat would cause any contact poisons to react. When there was no reaction, he used the blade to spread the coins out, revealing a ring of keys under them.

There were no lock-boxes found when Baelish's home was searched, so they must be somewhere else, probably well hidden, if he went this far to hide the keys, Randal thought as he examined them. Probably at one of his brothels then. Something else to add to my list, although... Dany would probably enjoy the visit, but there's no way to keep it quiet, damn it! Maybe later, when people realize that Baelish isn't coming back we can risk it, but not now.

Sitting back down at the desk, Randal started writing a letter to Larra that he would include with the messenger that Dany was planning to send.

The Red Keep

Randal's Rooms

That Night

It had been a very busy day for both of them. Between Daenerys spending time with the Queens, going over how to be the Lady of a Great House, and him spending several hours going over Littlefinger's records, there was little time for anything else.

The hour or so he spent practicing the Water Dance with Robb Stark had been a welcome respite. Although the conversation between the two of them was a bit uncomfortable, because he had asked Robb why the younger man hadn't said anything about his plans being considered slavery in this continent? The look of surprise on the Stark Heir's face gave him the answer, he hadn't realized that Randal didn't know.

Robb had apologized for his assumption, and then said, "I'm actually glad that it was a cultural misunderstanding. I see you as a friend, as well as my good brother, and I was torn about offering you my support. Your explanation eases my concern, so I thank you!"

Randal nodded, and then the two were back to their practice. As they finished, he said, "I'd appreciate it if you would speak to your father. I know that the same thing troubles Lord Stark, and now that I'm aware of the confusion I can understand why. I'm planning on approaching your father about an alliance between House Reyne and House Stark; it's likely to be mostly ceremonial, but I would recognize the friendship between us. The alliance will be for mutual support and protection, and sworn to be loyal to the Crown, which hardly needs to be said, considering our familial relationships."

Robb had laughed and clapped him on the shoulder, before agreeing to speak to his father.

His young friend had left to join his wife, while he had another two hours with cleaning up the mess Baelish had left behind. Randal just barely had time to wash up before joining the others for dinner, and, as he slipped into his seat beside his wife, he leaned in and said, "I know you have questions, and I promise I'll answer them when we get back to our rooms."

Dany had nodded slightly, and they spent dinner discussing the events of the day. Lord Stark had caught his eye during dinner, and gave him a slight smile and a nod, so Robb must have found time to speak to his father. That would be helpful, knowing that a respected family like the Starks were his allies would bring several of the Northern Houses to friendly relations as well. Randal wasn't going to be foolish enough to believe that some of the houses that owed debts wouldn't want to band together against him, but with powerful allies, it just might make them stop and think twice before doing anything foolish.

But now he and his wife were alone, and, after giving her a thorough kissing to make up for being apart all day, Randal sat in his chair and pulled Dany into his lap. His arms around her, he said, "I honestly hadn't realized that what I was planning with regards to the mothers of my children would be considered slavery here, my love. I just thought it was the foolishness about bastards that was causing their discomfort. I'm grateful to your brother and Elia for pointing out my mistake; it could have caused a fatal, for me anyway, miscommunication." He then chuckled, "The end results will still be the same, the daughters of the families will end up in our bed, but they will come willingly. It will just take a bit longer, but we have years to see things through."

Dany looked up at him, "How can you be certain they will come to our bed, husband? I can see Arianne Martell joining us, yes, but the other girls we discussed? I'm not certain they would be... adventurous enough, to take part willingly. "

Randal grinned, "Dany, one thing that is common in both Westeros and Braavos, is the lady's attendants, or ladies in waiting, regularly join their lady in her bath. Honestly, how hard would it be for you to have them bent over the edge of the tub the way you did with Rhaenys and Arya?"

Dany smirked, "So you wish for me to get them worked up enough to kneel between my legs, and then tell them just how much better my lord husband is at driving me out of my mind with pleasure? I see your point... they will end up begging to experience what I do, and with Imra and Jasmine singing your praises as they bathe us? We will be quite busy, won't we?"

"We will, and I know you will enjoy yourself as much as I will! But, there is something else to discuss." The smile dropped off his face, and Randal said, "You see, I was wondering earlier why you mentioned the idea of the orphans, and I gave it some thought when I needed a rest from the ledgers. Here are my thoughts, and you can tell me if I am close, okay?"

Dany nodded, "You've gotten to know me well enough in the last weeks that you've probably figured out my reasons, but if you haven't, I'll tell you."

He grinned and gave her a quick kiss, before leaning back in his chair. "When we first discussed the plan, you didn't seem to have any problem with these other women having my children. But now, you seem to have changed your mind.

"In thinking about it, I realized that something very important changed between that first conversation and today. You became my wife, and the mother of my Heir. That's what changed your opinion, isn't it? Now that I'm no longer your 'Mystery Knight', but I'm your husband, and we are actively working on getting you with child - the idea of another highborn lady having my child bothers you, doesn't it? You don't seem to have a problem with Jasmine or Imra birthing my children, because they are lowborn, and their offspring couldn't be the heir to either House Reyne or House Tarbeck. The other Houses wouldn't stand for it, so they aren't a threat to your position, the way Arianne Martell or Margaery Tyrell or one of the others would."

Daenerys looked up at him from her position on his lap, a wry smile on her face. "You do know me quite well, husband. In my mind, I know that I am your wife, the Lady Reyne, and our children will be the Heirs to the Reyne and Tarbeck families. But my mind isn't in control of my feelings, and in my heart, there is still a little whisper of doubt. I'm still eager to get the other girls into our bed so we can enjoy them, but since the wedding? I have come to realize that I don't like the idea of them having your children, at all!"

Randal looked at her seriously, and said, "I would personally prefer that all the families would be able to pay their debts in full, in a timely manner, so we could just go about our lives and bring willing women to live with us at Castamere, filling the keep with children's laughter that way. Unfortunately, very few of the families will have the gold to pay their debts; and the debts must be paid, one way or another.

"Once I understood that my original plan would be considered sexual slavery here, I had to find a different option. This new plan, offering an alliance and accepting highborn handmaidens and a lessening of the debt, is the only way I can think of to achieve that goal without offending all those families to the point that they would band together and try to wipe us out completely." Randal sighed, "But that's enough serious talk for one night. I have my beautiful wife in my lap, and I think we can find much better ways of spending the evening, don't you?"

Dany grinned, slipping out of his lap. Her hands were pulling up her dress and tugging on her small clothes, "I thought you'd never get to the point, husband! Take me to bed, please?"

The two of them were still resting and recovering when Imra and Jasmine eventually slipped into their bedchamber, already naked, and it was hours later before any of them got any sleep.

The Red Keep

Small Council Chamber

Just After The Noon Meal, The Next Day

Randal stood when the door opened and Prince Doran Martell entered the room in his wheeled chair, pushed by one of his servants. With a friendly smile, Randal moved to meet the man, his hand outstretched. "Prince Doran, welcome! Would you care for refreshments?"

The man looked at him piercingly, before nodding, "Thank you, Ser Reyne, that would be appreciated."

Soon the two of them were seated at the Council table, glasses of wine beside each of them. Doran waited until Randal had taken a drink before touching his own glass, and Randal chuckled, "I can appreciate your caution, Prince Doran, but it's not necessary. Not only would causing you harm defeat the whole purpose of our meeting, but it would also cause your sister to take her blade to my balls - and I much prefer to keep them attached to the rest of me, thank you very much!"

Doran smiled slightly and nodded, conceding the point. But then the man said, "To get to the purpose of our meeting, I acknowledge the debt, and would ask if you are open to negotiating repayment of a lower amount?"

Randal nodded, "I'm willing to discuss the possibility, what did you have in mind?"

"It's well known that you intend to rebuild the Reyne family, but I've heard nothing about your plans for the Tarbeck family. If what I've heard is true, you are also the Heir to the Tarbeck family as well, so will you not be continuing that House's line as well?"

Oh, so that's his play, is it? Randal thought, as he took a drink. "I'm hoping that my second son can take the Tarbeck name, to be honest. I had originally considered taking a second wife for that, but since I'm not of Targaryen blood, I'm told the Doctrine of Exceptionalism would not apply."

He caught the flicker of something in the other man's eyes, but it disappeared so quickly Randal couldn't tell what it was. When he looked back at the Dornishman, his face was still completely impassive. Prince Doran just nodded, "Ah, yes, that would complicate things, wouldn't it? Well, what I was going to suggest is a payment of 2,000 gold dragons within the next seven days, and an additional 1,000 dragons every six months for the next two years. The remaining balance would be forgiven, after all - it was not House Martell's fault that the debt was not repaid in a timely manner. By the time the first payment was due, it was believed that your family had been completely destroyed - and we certainly would not have been expected to pay the Lannisters, would we?"

Randal chuckled, "Indeed you wouldn't; however, you raise an interesting point, which leads to my offer. It's clear you know what happened to my family, and I would be willing to sacrifice much to ensure it never happens again. To that end, I propose an alliance between our Houses, and a few others. All the Houses I plan to approach are unquestionably loyal to the Crown, and also of unimpeachable honor. The alliance would be one for mutual support and protection. Should House Martell be willing to join in this alliance, I would be willing to forgive half the debt, and accept an initial payment of 1,000 gold dragons, with the remaining gold paid in six 500 dragon installments every six months. I have no desire to either make you an enemy, or to bankrupt your house, Prince Doran."

The other man's eyes widened slightly at the offer, before returning to their normal placid appearance, and he said, "That is an extremely interesting offer, Ser Reyne, and I commend your generosity. I believe, as long as we can agree on the details, that I would be pleased to join such an alliance."

Randal smiled, "Welcome then, Prince Doran. I've also gotten an agreement in principle with the Starks of Winterfell, but that is more due to the close relationship between the Stark Heir and myself. Now, one additional item. I would invite you to send your daughter Arianne to join my wife, the Princess Daenerys as an attendant for a few years, until she was one and twenty in age. I am having my family home at Castamere rebuilt, and would not deprive my wife of friends and companions."

Prince Doran sat quietly for a few moments, considering, before he nodded, "It would do Arianne good to meet and form friendships with other ladies her own age. And I do know that she greatly admires your Princess. Would you have her remain behind, when we return to Dorne?"

"Actually, to give them the time to become better acquainted, I would ask that Princess Arianne join my wife in our quarters this afternoon. I will be busy with other duties, and it would give your daughter and Daenerys the privacy they need to speak without being inhibited by my presence. We will be staying here in the Red Keep until Castamere is rebuilt and staffed with trusted servants, and there are plenty of rooms available for your daughter and the others when they wish privacy."

The Prince of Dorne nodded, "Easily done, and I congratulate you on an astute negotiating ploy, Ser Randal. We both get something we desire, and walk away with our honor intact. I do wonder, since I'm well aware that you and your bride are almost Dornish in your healthy attitudes toward sex, what your plans are if my daughter ends up with child? We both are aware of how the world works, and Arianne has made no secret of the fact that she desires both you and the Princess Daenerys."

Randal looked at the man calmly, "While I certainly intend to take all possible precautions, in the event that something unexpected does happen, I will petition the King to allow me to legitimize the child, giving it my name. I won't have any child of mine looked down upon because of Westeros's religious foolishness."

Prince Doran held back a smirk, "That could be considered very close to heresy, Ser Randal, since we are all devout followers of the Faith of The Seven In One - for appearance's sake, if nothing else."

Randal snorted, "I was raised as a Braavosi, Prince Doran, I'm well aware of the beliefs and practices of the Faith. But that doesn't mean I consider them worth a whore's piss in how I live my life in private! But, like you, I will keep up appearances."

"Then let us discuss the details of our new alliance, Ser Reyne."

The King's Solar

Early Afternoon

Rhaegar was sitting at his desk, going over the Spider's report. The lack of anything solid about the Lannister bitch was annoying, but hopefully his 'little birds' would bring him something useful soon. It was learning about the two other women that had joined the Silent Sisters that interested him at the moment.

There was a knock on the door, and one of his guards opened it, announcing the person he needed to speak to about those women. Standing as the High Septon of the Faith entered, he gestured the man to a comfortable seat. When the man was seated, the King smiled, "Thank you for coming so quickly, High Septon, I know your duties keep you extremely busy."

The man bowed his head submissively, "It's no problem at all, Your Grace. How may the Faith assist you today?"

"It has recently come to my attention that two of the Silent Sisters were forced into taking their vows by the late and unlamented Tywin Lannister, shortly after the destruction of Castamere and Tarbeck Hall. I would ask you to grant them a temporary release from their vows that I may speak to them. If they are who I suspect, they have family members who have no idea they still live."

The High Septon closed his eyes in thought, before nodding, "I believe I know the two women you refer to, Your Grace. Sisters Rohanne and Cyrelle, correct? They had already been in the Order for several years before I was blessed to be chosen for my office. I will, of course, grant them the temporary release. Do you believe the release will eventually be permanent?"

Rhaegar said, "It's possible, but that would be their decision. I would let them know that they have surviving family that I'm certain would welcome them back, but they may prefer to remain where they are, after so many years."

The High Septon paused before saying, "From what I recall hearing, the two of them had a very hard time adjusting to the strictures of the Order in the beginning, so it's very likely they would accept the release gratefully. But, then again, I could be mistaken. Would you like me to explain everything to the two Sisters why they are being temporarily released from their vows, or would you prefer to do so?"

"You can explain that I requested their release, and that I would speak to them regarding their former family. If you can have them here by an hour past sunset this evening, I will arrange quarters for them and then speak to the two of them."

"Of course, Your Grace. Would you like me to see if I can find any of their original possessions? Truly, I doubt there would be anything to be found, judging by the circumstances of the two taking their vows. It's likely they had nothing but the clothes on their backs when they joined us. The Old Lion was not known for being overly gentle with anyone he left alive, unfortunately."

The King shook his head, "After so many years, I would be surprised if anything would be usable. Their normal robes will be sufficient, I'm sure that our servants can find appropriate clothing for them when they arrive. I'm also sure I can depend on your discretion in bringing the Sisters to the Red Keep?" He looked the High Septon directly in the eyes, and the man clearly understood the message, no word of this would reach anyone!

The fat Septon nearly broke his neck nodding so quickly, "Naturally Your Grace, no one will have any idea they have left the Sept of Baelor."

After granting the man his leave, the King sat back in his seat, his eyes staring at nothing. The two women would require gentle handling, after over 40 years among the Silent Sisters. Rhaegar honestly wondered if they would be willing to leave the only life they'd known for so long?

It's possible; both women were adults at the time of the destruction of Castamere and Tarbeck Hall, so if they remember enough of their original lives, they might leap to be free again. He would have to see what happened. If they rejected the idea, he wouldn't even mention anything to his young goodbrother about his relatives' existence.

Rhaegar had been informed that the meeting between Prince Doran and his sister's husband had gone extremely well, which was a relief. Because Doran Martell, even as crippled as he was, was still not a man to cross lightly, and the Red Viper was even worse when a matter of family honor was involved. It was good that the situation was resolved in a friendly manner, because he wouldn't want Elia to be torn between her old family and members of her current one.

Sending a note to the head of his household servants that he wanted to see him, to prepare rooms, including fresh clothing and a bath for the Tarbeck women, Rhaegar turned back to the reports he received from Ser Jamie's company. They were still a couple of days' travel from Winterfell when the raven was sent, so they'd probably arrived by now. And it would be at least three weeks before they reached Castle Black and could send him word of what they'd found, damn it!

Rhaegar hated not knowing what was going on almost as much as Ned did, although, unlike his goodbrother, he didn't know a lot of the men up there by name or face, they were just numbers to him. But the Lord of Winterfell had broken bread and spilled blood with a lot of the men who were on the Wall, so it must be eating him up inside.

Randal's Rooms

The Same Time

Arianne Martell was doing her best to keep her excitement from showing. She'd been thrilled when her father had told her of the agreement between her family and the Reyne's. Not only did they have a way to repay that old debt without harming their own standing, but, even more important, she was going to be moving in with Ser Randal and the Princess Daenerys! Her father had already told her that Ser Randal had an almost Dornish attitude to coupling, enjoying more than one woman in his bed at the same time. He wasn't certain about the Princess's attitude, although, remembering the conversation at the wedding feast, Arianne doubted the King's sister was as innocent as she appeared.

It was understood by both her father and herself that she was going to be spending her time in bed with Ser Randal at least, and likely both him and his wife, and Arianne nearly soaked her small clothes as she pictured what they would be having her doing! As it was, even though her face was impassive, her nipples were almost painfully tight, and she had to struggle to keep from moaning as her small clothes rubbed against her eager pussy as she walked.

Finally she reached the door to her new Lady's quarters and, dismissing the guards, she knocked on the door. It was opened immediately by one of the Princess's serving maids, who smiled politely when she recognized Arianne, holding the door open and inviting her in.

Arianne gave the girl a closer look - because, while she was dressed in an appropriate garment, the buttons were askew, and she was extremely flushed, showing that she had dressed hurriedly. Arianne grinned at her, but didn't say anything - it appeared that Princess Daenerys did enjoy the touch of a woman, which boded well for the time she would spend serving her new mistress.

The maid led her toward an open door at the side of the room, and when she got there, Arianne's jaw dropped - because the Princess was sitting in the bath, gloriously nude. Her breasts were above the water, and Arianne felt an uncomfortable urge to take the nipples in her mouth and start suckling. She then realized that she was staring, and looked up at the Princess's face, only to see amusement in her eyes.

The Princess smiled, "Welcome Arianne, I'm just enjoying my afternoon bath, why don't you join me? Jasmine can take care of both of us as easily as just me, after all. She's very good at serving me, you see."

Even if she wasn't Dornish, Arianne would have no trouble at all reading the underlying message. And since taking care of her Princess's needs was one of the things she was really looking forward to, she started unbuttoning her clothing as quickly as she could.

When she was naked, Arianne stood straight, her shoulders back to display herself, only to feel a twinge of worry when Daenerys frowned briefly at seeing the dark curls covering her. Her Lady said, "While you have a very pleasing form, I'm afraid that your covering will have to go, neither my husband or I enjoy the sight of hair in our servant's mouths."

Turning to the servant, who had removed her dress displaying her smooth skin, the Princess said, "As you are bathing my newest attendant, make sure you groom her properly."

The girl, Jasmine? She nodded and took Arianne's hand, helping her into the water. Once the water had coated her curls, the girl took up a shaving soap and worked it into the forest between her legs. Arianne was somewhat worried that she had already displeased her Lady, but the servant's touch was relaxing as she rubbed her, and she started to relax, only to tense again when Jasmine lifted the razor and started shaving her.

Arianne did her best to stay calm and not move, but it was still uncomfortable to have a sharp blade that close to such a sensitive area.

The Princess said softly, "Don't worry, it's only scary the first couple of times, and then you get used to it. I've had Jasmine and Irma keeping themselves clean since before the wedding, and they also keep me trimmed quite nicely. You'll enjoy it, though, my girls swear that it makes another girl's tongue feel even better when they are licking each other. And my husband and I both enjoy watching girls enjoying each other's taste. Do you enjoy the taste of other women, Arianne?"

Arianne was surprised that the Princess asked her that question, that she was being so open about sex at all, she thought it was only those raised in Dorne's civilized environment that had the proper attitude about enjoying their bodies. She was glad, though, because it meant she wouldn't have to be discrete when in private. But her Princess asked her a question, and so she raised her face to look at her, "Yes, Princess Daenerys, I enjoy the taste of both men and women in my mouth; and I'm really looking forward to being allowed to serve both you and your husband properly."

The Princess smiled brightly, "I do appreciate that attitude, and my husband will as well, I'm sure. Once Jasmine finishes with you, I'll allow you to start serving me, and if you perform acceptably, I'll allow Jasmine to pleasure you as you pleasure her. Both my husband and I believe that good service should be rewarded, and both Jasmine and Imra, who you will meet later, greatly enjoy our rewards - don't you, Jasmine?"

The girl moved the blade away and nodded, "Yes Mistress, we are both happy with serving you and Ser Reyne, the two of you were the first to make sure we get pleasure from being bedded. And the fact that your husband has shown us the pleasure of giving up our asses, and the joy of being tied to the bed - that just adds to the pleasure you allow us!"

Arianne's eyes widened as the girl spoke. It was like Jasmine was reading her deepest dreams and desires, and she couldn't believe she'd been so lucky! An unconscious moan escaped her lips as she pictured herself tied to the couple's bed, helpless to resist anything they wanted to do to her, imagining her Lord's cock plundering her rear and making her cry out in ecstasy, until she had to beg for a rest, which he didn't give her, just making her use her mouth and tongue to pleasure the Princess and the serving girls until they were satisfied!

Princess Daenerys' chuckle pulled her from her fantasy, and she suddenly realized that Jasmine had finished shaving her, the girl was rinsing away the soap. Arianne couldn't help but marvel at how she looked, her pussy lips were already swollen and eager to be touched, but her Mistress said she had to pleasure her first!

Arianne gave Jasmine a smile, and lowered herself into the water - moving toward her Mistress, who was practically purring as she approached. "Oh, we are going to have such fun together, my girl! I had my suspicions when we talked at my wedding, and I'm glad I was right. My husband is going to enjoy you just as much as I will. I knew you were eager to serve your Lord and Lady as a pampered pet, and that's exactly what we will allow you to do..."

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Dany was having a hard time stopping herself from laughing in sheer delight. During the training conversations with her goodsister Elia, the subject of dominant and submissive was discussed a great deal, because Dany knew that she was looking forward to having her Mystery Knight taking control of her and driving her wild with passion. Elia had laughed, saying that the two of them, and Elia's sister-wife Lyanna had something in common then. When Dany winced, saying that she didn't need to know that about her brother, Elia laughed even harder, because that was exactly Rhaegar's reaction about his sister!

The idea had intrigued Daenerys a great deal, because while she fingered herself quite often thinking about kneeling before her Mystery Knight, she never imagined lowering herself like that with Jasmine and Irma. In fact, it was her that took control of her maids when they were together - unless Randal was with them, then Dany was happy to submit to her husband, of course.

From the way Arianne had spoken to her at the wedding feast, and the look in her eyes the next morning, Daenerys was fairly certain that the girl was looking for someone to take control of her. And the way her newest attendant was responding, her suspicions were proved right, and now she was about to enjoy the girl's mouth for the first time!

Lifting herself out of the sunken bath, Dany spread her legs and beckoned Arianne to her. "Come here, my girl, show your Lady that you know how to serve her properly."

The Princess of Dorne was already between her thighs even before Dany finished giving her the order, and Dany looked to see the amusement on Jasmine's face. Her maid was sitting opposite her on the other edge of the tub, lightly stroking her bare pussy as she watched the newest member of the household learn her place.

Dany leaned back, bracing herself on her hands as she looked down at the eager girl between her legs. Arianne showed no nerves or hesitation at all, her tongue started licking immediately, gathering up Dany's juices and swallowing them. Dany looked into her eyes, and held back a snicker; they were glazed with lust, and she wasn't aware of anything but what she was doing.

Dany had seen the same look in both Arya's and Rhaenys' eyes during the Bedding, and knew that a dragon could roar in Arianne's ear right now and the girl would totally ignore it. Not that she had a dragon available at the moment to test her idea. Dany shook her head, getting rid of the ridiculous thoughts, and focused on the licking girl. Arianne had started working her fingers into Dany's pussy, while sucking gently on her swollen lips.

Daenerys moaned lightly; this girl really was very good at pleasuring her, and she knew that Randal was absolutely going to love her submissive attitude! She let out a gasp as Arianne brushed her nub with her tongue, sending bursts of pleasure all through her body! The girl could probably teach her maids about using their mouths properly, either she was naturally talented or she had a lot of experience with her mouth on another girl's pussy. It didn't matter either way, Dany was just enjoying the sensations.

Arianne kept licking and fingering her, and soon Dany was feeling too good to think about anything else. The pleasure kept building and building, the pleasure so intense it was practically painful, until finally the girl took her button between her lips and sucked gently while sliding four fingers inside her. The pleasure finally crashed over her, making Dany see stars behind her eyes as her body shuddered with the explosions of bliss flooding through her.

Dany cried out happily, everything falling away but the way she was feeling, and that was more than fine with her! She was flying, looking down over the Seven Kingdoms, loving the feeling of the warm winds under her wings as she flew. Turning toward the West, she flew above the workers building her new home at Castamere, enjoying their looks of awe when they saw her. Turning away, she felt herself being pulled back to her body, and she sighed, closing her eyes, until she opened them and found herself back in her bath, the pleasure receding as her mind cleared again.

Dany idly wondered what it was that she had been imagining during her climax, but then she shrugged, it probably wasn't that important anyway.

Sitting up, Dany reached down and stroked the Dornish girl's hair, getting her attention. "Very well done, my girl, very, very well done. You've pleased me a great deal, and so you get your reward. Let Jasmine dry you, and the two of you can lay down on the towels and pleasure each other."

Dany was watching the two girls using their mouths on each other when there was a noise from the outer room, and she heard her husband's voice. Smiling widely, she called, "Husband? Come join us in the bath, there is someone you will enjoy meeting."

Winterfell

Near Dusk

The Same Day

The Feast Hall was half full when Ser Jamie Lannister arrived. He had seen his men shown to the barracks where they could clean up and have their mounts tended to, and the Captain of the Stark household guard escorted him to his private quarters, where a serving girl was waiting to help him bathe.

Jamie had let the girl serve him with her mouth, just to relieve some of the tension of the journey, but when she tried to suggest him bedding her? He had sent her on her way and dressed in his freshest clothing. It was going to be nice to have laundry done, and sleep in an actual bed for a change, if only he wasn't beset by all the questions about what was going on back in Kings Landing.

The staff here at Winterfell wasn't discreet in their discussions of the triple wedding, since two of those being wed were members of the Stark family, and the Targaryen had spent the last year at the Red Keep. He didn't feel anything other than a slight relief that the King's daughter was one of the ones married, Jamie was glad to see the last of the hedonistic bitch! Let the young Stark Heir deal with her, it was nothing to him!

The other thing that was concerning Jamie was the rumors of a prophecy floating around. Something about the offspring of the Dragon Wolf and the Wolf Princess, and warning about danger from the North. Nobody seemed to know the exact wording of the prophecy, and he personally doubted it was anything more than the ramblings of a woman drunk on strong wine. But still, there were disquieting whispers of events at the Wall, of mysterious deaths of patrols, and an increase in excursions of the Wildings, trying to get through the Wall. Just what was going on?

Taking a seat at one of the tables where several of his men were eating, Ser Jamie filled his plate and started eating, speaking occasionally to the men around him. They were picking up the same sort of rumors and gossip he was, but they also were hearing that there was a King Behind the Wall again, and that the White Walkers were stirring.

Jamie felt his blood run cold at the word of the White Walkers. He knew that most people in the South regarded them as nothing more than wild rumors and/or ancient myths, but he remembered his grandfather telling him and Tyrion stories of the family history, of the battles that Lann the Clever had taken part in, which had led to the construction of the Wall in the first place. So Jamie closed his eyes and said a silent prayer to the gods he no longer believed in, that the rumors of the White Walkers were just that, rumors. Otherwise, he had a terrific fear that he had led his men north to a bloody death!

Pushing aside the terror he was feeling, Jamie continued eating and conversing with his men, even managing a smile when a couple of them mentioned paying a visit to the local brothel after dinner. Let them get the pleasure they could; who knows how much longer they had to live, after all?

Finishing his meal, he looked around the room for the Captain of the Guard. Catching his eye, Jamie stood and walked over to where the man was standing.

Without preamble, Jamie said, "There have been troubling reports reaching Kings Landing about troubles beyond the Wall, what can you tell me about them?"

The Captain (Jamie hadn't gotten his name) grimaced, rubbing his beard, and said, "Not a lot, to be honest Ser Jamie, and what I do know isn't good at all. Let's go to the Tower and I'll tell you what we know for certain."

Jamie nodded, and he followed the other man out of hall and down several passageways to a tower on the outer wall of the Keep. Walking up several flights of steps, the Guard Captain opened the door to a cramped office, with stacks of paper on the table.

Moving to the table, the Guard said, "We started getting reports about eight months ago, that there were increased attempts by the Wildlings to break through the Wall. The few that were captured alive were insistent that there was somebody calling himself the 'King Beyond the Wall', of all things! What a bunch of nonsense, as if those savages could have anything as civilized as a King!"

Jamie had to restrain himself from striking the man. How could anybody that ignorant have achieved the position he had? Even in the South, the highborn like him were well aware of the various Kings that the Wildlings had crowned since the Age of Heroes. Keeping quiet, he let the man continue.

"Anyway, before we took their heads, the savages were saying that they were seeking help for their King, somebody named Mance Rayder, to drive back the White Walkers. A few of the patrols have vanished out there, which is troubling, but nobody has seen any sign of some monster from a children's tale."

The man rambled on about nothing important for several minutes, before Jamie was able to politely end the conversation and head back to his quarters. He would need to ask around more, and hopefully find somebody who had a brain and wasn't so blinded by his prejudices that he could use it.

Otherwise, he and his men would be going into a potentially deadly situation completely blind, and Jamie Lannister wouldn't allow that!

End Chapter Eight