A/N: Hope you enjoy. Smut on its way soon.

I also noticed someone wasn't thrilled about the idea of Rhaenys and Arianne pursuing a 'ship with Naruto. Well…

We know what happens when people don't want something, don't we?

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Far in the South, in a dingy carriage bumping along a rough road, a pair of green eyes were alight with rage.

The owner of those eyes would have screamed at the coachman to be more careful, but knew that everyone around him was tired of his constant tantrums and wouldn't tolerate any such behavior.

Joffrey Baratheon had learned well enough by now to keep his anger to himself, despite the fact that he wanted to scream and tear at everything he saw.

Ever since the punishment he'd unjustly suffered had ended, he'd been trying harder and harder to get someone to pay the ninja back for every insult and clip to the head he'd endured at the hands of the Kingsguard.

Ser Meryn Trant, Preston Greenfield and Boros Blount hadn't dared lay a finger on him, cowards that they were, but Barristan Selmy, Arys Oakheart, Mandon Moore and even his own uncle had done so! His father ignored him the whole time, and his mother —useless whore!— simply stared at him sadly and didn't say a word.

And yet, despite his fury over his treatment at their hands over the three days and nights of sheer torture, his anger wasn't aimed at any of them.

Oh, no, his anger was reserved for his true enemy.

Naruto Uzumaki. How he hated the name. How he hated the bastard who bore it. How he hated what the savage had done.

Was he the only one who could see? Had the rest of the world gone blind?

Naruto Uzumaki wielded magic, great magic the likes of which the world hadn't seen since the Doom of Valyria. Even if he called it by a different name, Joffrey wasn't fooled. Did no one see that magic that could tame dragons could easily tame the minds of men?

For years his father had interacted with the man, and now followed him around like a lost puppy instead of the proud stag he should have been. In the past few weeks, the man had even stopped drinking and whoring. At that monster's behest!

Only a scant few hours with the man, and his mother was doing the same. She'd gone from the indulgent, loving parent he remembered to someone he could scarcely recognize. Only a week ago, she'd reprimanded him for a few insults to his pathetic younger brother and only slightly less pathetic sister, as if he was doing something wrong!

Naruto had torn down his entire comfortable life, and Joffrey didn't know how to stop it. Even his own Dog refused his orders, he thought, remembering the event from weeks ago.

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"Ha."

Joffrey stared at Sandor Clegane, the Hound, the fearsome Lord of House Clegane since the death of his older brother. His humorless guard, who never smiled and enjoyed violence nearly as much as Gregor had.

He'd just laughed.

"Ha!" laughed the Hound again, staring down at the prince in amusement. "You must be crazier than I thought."

Sputtering in outrage, Joffrey glared up at the tall man. "I've given you an order, Dog! Even if I can't kill those two Northern sluts, I still want the butcher's boy dead!"

"And when Uzumaki finds out?" the Hound questioned, grinning down at him with his ugly stained teeth. "What then?"

"I am the Prince! I am well within my rights to slaughter anyone who challenges me! That boy stood with those whores and attacked me! I want him dead! That foreigner can't do anything to hurt me."

"Perhaps not," Sandor conceded, though his grin didn't go away. "But he sure as hell can do something to hurt me."

"You will be acting on the Prince's orders, Dog. The barbarian wouldn't dare do anything to stop you!"

Sandor's grin actually faded as he once again lamented accepting this position. Should have retired to spend the rest of his life in Essos, fighting and drinking, right after tearing down his family's castle stone by stone, of course. Better by far than sitting around as babysitter for this prancing princely ponce.

"Even if there was a mummer's chance that that was true, I still wouldn't take any action against Uzumaki. I owe him, after all."

And Sandor did. Anyone who could have made his brother's head explode wasn't someone he would ever take up arms against. More likely he'd buy the man a drink.

Joffrey, on hearing this, grew even redder as his rage almost robbed him of words. "I'll have your head for this, Dog!"

"Ha," the Hound chuckled, his grin even wider this time. "Bigger men than you have tried, little prince. Maybe one day you might manage to use those womanly arms of yours to stick a dagger in my neck, but until then, I'm staying right here. Get someone else to kill butcher's boys for you."

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Narrowing his eyes as he remembered the scene, Joffrey gritted his teeth as he struggled to keep himself from lashing out and ripping the stuffing of the carriage to pieces.

Then, slowly, he mastered himself. It wouldn't do to make a big scene. He could feel eyes on him, even alone in the carriage as he was. Everyone constantly staring at him when they should be bowing in reverence!

Another surge of anger shot through him, but he calmed down quickly. After all, he still had to plan his revenge.

Revenge sounded sweet indeed, and Joffrey managed to console himself with images of Naruto Uzumaki's bloody, broken body laid out before him like a prize.

Perhaps he'd have the limbs torn off and served to the Northern sluts at a feast. Or maybe pluck out his single eye and wear it from a necklace.

'Yes,' he thought, unbothered by the tent in his trousers. 'That does sound nice.'

But he must move quietly. The ninja had eyes and ears everywhere. Some said that there were even more of those disgusting clones of his, wearing the skins of ordinary folk and even nobles, polluting the country with his vile magic!

And with his mother no longer supporting him…

Yes. The only person Joffrey could trust was himself. So he settled in, and prepared himself. This would be a long undertaking, but he had plenty of time.

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Even farther South, far from any thought of bloodshed and revenge, among the sand dunes and mountains of Dorne, Doran Martell sighed very loudly.

Dinner was always a lively event whenever his little brother decided to drop by from wherever he'd been traveling to. And whenever he brought one or several of his daughters, as he'd done tonight, and the entire place could turn from the respectable dining hall of the wondrous Water Gardens into the half-mad, mouth-stuffing, food-fighting mess that he was currently watching.

He laid almost the entire blame for that on the blond that was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the table, reading a large tome and batting aside flying food with a fork without even looking.

The first time Naruto had ever been invited to dinner with them, Dorea Sand, the second youngest of Oberyn's eight daughters had decided to fling a piece of fruit at his head, nearly causing Doran to have a heart attack, only for the man to dodge and cause the fruit to bounce off the back of Oberyn's head. Turning around and seeing the boy laughing at him, he'd plucked another and flung it in retaliation, only to be dodged again, and the rest was history.

Far from being offended as Doran had initially feared, Naruto seemed to find the whole thing hilarious, and challenged every member of the family to try and hit him even once, claiming that they might as well try to leave a footprint on water.

But his relatives were nothing if not precocious, and accepted the challenge with wide grins. Even Arianne and Rhaenys occasionally got in on the action, though this time they had wisely taken cover behind Naruto, who blocked everything coming their way.

Even now he could see the result, and promptly ducked under a flying slice of bread.

Even his guards seemed quite amused at the whole thing. Traitors.

Smacking aside a chicken bone with a handy ear of corn, Naruto held up a hand. "Okay, okay! That's enough for now. Don't want your uncle to have an aneurism, and I am actually trying to read this."

Arianne snuck her head above his shoulder to stare down at the book in his lap. "I doubt if I've ever seen you with a book that didn't have food or fighting in it. What exactly are you so interested in?"

Rhaenys, speaking from his other side, grinned wickedly and spoke before he could answer.

"It's a book about sex."

Ellaria spat out a mouthful of water, Doran choked on a chicken and Oberyn inhaled a biscuit.

Naruto, of course, was too dignified to do any such thing, and simply gave her a half-hearted glare from the corner of his eye.

Obara, Nymeria and Tyene all swiveled in their chairs to try to get a look. Then Tyene turned to look up at Doran with wide, innocent eyes, somewhat betrayed by the small smirk she was sporting.

"Uncle, what's sex?"

His jaw working uncontrollably for several seconds, the Lord of Sunspear tried desperately to think of something to say while Oberyn laughed so hard he toppled off his chair.

"OBERYN!" Doran roared, then switched his gaze to the younger man in the room. "NARUTO!"

"She's kidding, Dory," he said, chuckling ruefully. "Geez, one would think that you lacked a sense of humor."

"THAT IS NOT THE SORT OF HUMOR THAT I WANT IN MY HOUSEHOLD!"

Naruto chuckled, turning a page. "Oh, relax. You may not have gout anymore but keep that up and you'll get a heart condition. That's not so easily fixed."

Narrowing his eyes, Doran barely managed to keep his temper under control, enough not to yell anymore. The fact that Naruto had successfully managed to cure his gout back when it had first appeared was an event that still amazed him, and something Oberyn never let him forget.

But he was still going to give Rhaenys —and Tyene— a stern talking-to later.

"So what's the book actually about?" Obara asked.

"A Collection of Tales of the Mysterious Land of Yi Ti, by Archmaester Yandel," he replied, staring at the spine of the worn book, before shrugging and going back to reading. "Just perusing."

They all looked at him, more than a little confused. Yi Ti wasn't a common subject in Westeros.

"Why are you so interested?" Nymeria asked.

"From the little I've read and heard about the place, it seems somewhat similar to my homeland," he mentioned casually, shrugging again. "I don't know. I guess I'm just curious."

Every person in the room paused at this.

Then Obara looked over at him. "What was your home like?" she asked softly.

Naruto's eye flicked over to meet her gaze, before he looked out the window. "Violent, usually. Where I came from, chakra wasn't an unusual phenomenon, so we learned many different ways to be dangerous. Some chose strength, others used their minds. Some reached for a higher goal, and some just hunted for blood. Some could barely move a leaf, some could shatter mountains. Some wanted to seek fellowship, some could destroy entire villages."

He smiled, then, his hair shining in the sunlight. "And some were devoted to ideals of peace. Some were loyal to their dying breath to family, friends, village, or code. And some, the really special ones, still managed to find love in spite of the world they lived in."

For a while, there was silence in the room. Even the guards were staring in wonderment at Naruto as he finished speaking.

Rhaenys, who'd been silent for a while, put her hand on his arm, meeting his gaze with her purple eyes. "... And which were you?"

He raised an eyebrow with a small smile. "I've been all of those things, Rhae. You'll have to be more specific."

"I mean..." she said, then paused, struggling to find out what she was asking. "... Was there anyone like you? Anyone who was... I mean..."

"People who used strength or wit to fight? I've killed several. People who strove for peace? Every sensei I ever had had always wanted that, even if they tried to hide it. Those who were loyal to a cause? I've fought with and against people like that. People who searched for love?"

Here he smiled, though everyone could tell that it wasn't a happy one. "I've had the privilege... and misfortune... to know a few."

For a little while, the room was quiet. Then Doran spoke up, both curious and concerned. "And people who could shatter mountains? Destroy villages? Were they rare?"

Naruto glanced over at him with a chuckle. "I could name a dozen just off the top of my head. And I've fought against most of 'em."

Every adult in the room was pale by now, but the younger women all huddled closer, staring at him with inquisitive eyes.

Arianne got the closest, looking up at him from the table's edge. "How did you survive?"

"... Do you really want to know?" he asked, staring at each of them.

One by one, they all nodded.

Naruto sighed in resignation, leapt off the table and closed his eyes, slowly lifting his shirt to expose his abdomen, making them all blush.

Then he put his other hand in a half-ram seal, and focused his chakra.

Obara, Nymeria, Tyene, Arianne and Rhaenys all gasped as what looked like an enormous tattoo slowly appeared on his stomach.

He slowly opened his eye to reveal the Rinnegan, blazing purple. "Because the most powerful demon ever to exist is currently sitting pretty locked inside my gut." As his gaze swept through all of them, and it suddenly felt as if the weight of a castle were on their shoulders.

Letting them feel a taste of his power was enough, then Naruto began to pull it back, closing his eye and letting out a breath from between clenched teeth. Seeing him breathe out a puff of smoke didn't make the occupants of the room any less tense.

"Of course, that's only one reason," he said calmly, feeling like his nerves had been soaked in magma. "Like everything that involves people and their relationships, it was complicated."

A few minutes passed as everyone digested what they'd just heard.

Naruto looked around, saw the expressions that everyone was sporting and gave a small, pained laugh. "You can see why I don't like telling people about my world. Tends to freak people out."

Then, to his surprise, someone took his hand.

He looked up to see Rhaenys glaring at him with watery eyes. For a few seconds, she tried to say something, but the words seemed to catch every time she opened her mouth. Finally, she settled for clinging to him and burying her face in his chest.

He finally reciprocated and held her close, surprised.

"I think what my cute little cousin is trying to say," Arianne said softly, her dark eyes glimmering. "…is that you'll have to try harder if you want to scare us away, you big dummy."

She leaned into him, putting an arm around him and another around Rhaenys.

Naruto looked up at the rest of the room, seeing everyone smiling or nodding in agreement, and managed a small chuckle.

"Even you, Doran? You're not one to be so calm when talking about scary things."

The older man stared at him with a raised eyebrow. "You saved my only sister. There's nothing you could say that would make me consider turning against you."

Then, as that was sinking in, he gave Naruto a significant look. "Though your choice of reading topics can be a bane on my patience."

As everyone laughed at that, both Rhaenys and Arianne finally pulled away from their shared embrace, both looking strangely unhappy at the loss. Everyone sat down, though both the young Dornishwomen sat quite a bit closer to Naruto than before.

With the normal mood restored, Ellaria simply smirked at her paramour's brother, before switching her gaze over to the only blond in the room. "Speaking on that, I'm impressed you managed to... hold in your surprise."

Glancing at all three of the other adults in the room and the various food items they had spewed over the table at Rhaenys' joke, he smirked. "I'll have you know that I am more than capable of holding in my… surprise, no matter the question."

As the rest of the family went back to searching for snacks, Rhaenys turned and looked at Naruto with wide, curious eyes.

"I have a question, then," she asked as he looked around for something to drink to wash out the taste of ash. The golden-haired young man paused for a second and gave her a long look.

"Go ahead," he said with a grin, finally pulling a goblet towards himself and taking a long drink from it.

Rhaenys nodded, opened her mouth, paused, and then finally asked.

"Are you fucking my mother?"

His resulting spit-take blasted Oberyn right out of his chair.

For a few seconds, everything was quiet except for Naruto's stammering and Oberyn's cursing.

"Uhh— I mean— um—"

Rhaenys nodded at this. "That's what I figured," she said, standing up. Then, without another word, she took hold of Naruto's chin, stood on her toes and kissed him right on the lips.

As the rest of the room found their jaws dropping, the young man's eye widened comically at the unexpected situation his lips found themselves in.

When they finally parted for air, Rhaenys nodded in satisfaction, her sparkling purple eyes alight with amusement. "I won't lose to anyone. Especially not that thieving old hag."

"Uhhh-" he mumbled, too stunned to respond to the good-humored slight against Elia.

Without another word, she turned on her heel and marched out of the room, leaving a roomful of people still in a state of shock.

Arianne, meanwhile, looked after her cousin in consternation. With a huff, she shook out her hair, making it gleam maroon in the sunlight.

"As usual, Rhaenys has to steal my thunder."

Before Naruto could do much more than switch his gaze over to her, still looking as if he'd just drank a mountains worth of alchohol, she swept down and stole a kiss too.

She lingered only a bit longer than Rhaenys, officially short-circuiting Naruto's brain. After a long moment, she parted from him. "Have fun in King's Landing," she said impishly and followed after her cousin with a swish of skirts and a laugh.

The succession of shocks finally proved too much for the ninja, who toppled backwards off the table in a dead faint. The combination of landing on his head and the preceding events of the hour were quite enough to make the clone dispel, which it did in a larger than usual puff of smoke.

Sitting at the table of food, most of which had largely been ignored by now, Doran, Oberyn and Ellaria simply stared after the three who had recently vacated the room.

"…I don't know whether to be angry or impressed," Oberyn muttered.

He was well-known as being a lover of the fairer sex, but even he couldn't boast of having two princesses express their interest in him, let alone at the same time.

"Oh dear," Ellaria sighed. "I think they broke your brother."

"Um ah gah," Doran gurgled unintelligibly.

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Half the continent away, in the capital building of Naruto's city, the real him and Ashara Dayne relaxed.

Both of them had been sitting in their shared bedroom inside the city that Naruto had made, though the name of the city was something they still couldn't agree on. Naruto was in the midst of reading a few reports from several spies he had scattered around the Seven Kingdoms.

Ashara, on the other hand, was settled comfortably on the bed, dressed in a thin gown of Myrish silk, reading a book and pretending that she didn't notice the glances that Naruto had been sending her way as she stretched and rolled around, trying to find the most comfortable position. The smooth material shifting over her curves was mesmerizing, the silk shimmering as she gave a breathy sigh of contentment.

"WHAT THE HELL!?"

"Gyah!" she yelped, jumping at Naruto's sudden shout. Her surprise turned to anger in half a second. "What is wrong with you? Don't scare me like that!" she said, her violet eyes sparkling in outrage.

When he didn't respond other than gaping at the wall, she started to get concerned.

"Naruto, what's going on?"

Before she could blink, he had flashed across the room, held her by the shoulders and stared right into her eyes. "Ashara, I have something that I need to ask you."

"Uhh," she replied intelligently. "Okay?"

"If you were suddenly kissed by the daughter of the woman you are currently sleeping with, what would you do?"

Her eyes widened. "You— you mean—"

"Yeah."

"You mean she—"

"Yes."

"So she actually—"

"Yes."

The lost lady of the house of Dayne stared at Naruto. Then, to his consternation, she laughed.

"Good girl. I've taught her well."

His jaw worked unintelligibly for several moments. Before he could speak, the violet-eyed woman smirked. Slowly standing up from where she'd been laying on the soft bed, Ashara sauntered over to where he was sitting on the plush cushions of the sofa. Without a word, she settled herself in his lap, feeling the hard length beneath her thigh give a little jump as she put her arms around his neck.

His hardness grew still harder as her breasts pressed harder against his chest and she kissed him softly on the lips, smirking into his mouth as his hands made their way to her ass.

As they separated for air and Ashara drew back, she couldn't help but smirk at the glazed look in his eye.

"So, uh, what should I do?" he mumbled, not entirely sure what to make of this situation.

"You're making things needlessly complicated," she admonished, tapping a finger on his nose.

His jaw dropped at that.

"I'M making things complicated!?" he sputtered. "I didn't decide to kiss her! Hell, I don't even know what Rhae was thinking when she made that decision!"

"Regardless, she did kiss you."

"Yeah, but—" he was interrupted as the finger on his nose slid down over his mouth. Ashara's sparkling eyes stared into his, her smirk easing into a contented grin.

"We're Dornish, Naruto," she murmured. "The rest of this country may be filled with nothing but shriveled old prudes, but we take pride in our way of life. Being open, honest and true to your feelings is something that no Dornishman or woman would ever judge you for. You care about Rhaenys, don't you?"

"Of course I do," he hurriedly replied. "I care about her a lot, but I practically helped raise her! If I hadn't gotten younger when I came to this world, I would be physically old enough to be her father! I stillam old enough to be her father!"

"Psh," she said, waving off his concern with a wave of her hand. "Rhaenys never saw you as a father, not even once. She told me so herself. Given what her actual father did to his family, I'm not surprised." Naruto quieted a little at that.

He wasn't surprised either. Rhaenys' hatred for her father and her father's family was almost legendary among the few people who knew she still lived. Any time their name was brought up in conversation, the young woman's fury was quite something to behold.

Shaking his head to clear it of those thoughts, he brought his attention back to the topic at hand.

"I… I'm just not sure if it's right," he finally said, deflating a little. Ashara snorted. Like hell was she going to let those sorts of thoughts take root in that thick skull of his.

"Right according to who? The septons in their marble halls, the maesters with their knowledge and books? Come now, Naruto, I know you're too smart to let those pathetic old men claim what's right for this world, let alone what's right for you."

After a few seconds as the rebellious parts of his mind howled in agreement, he simply stared off into space. "But who would be okay with this?" he finally asked, grasping at straws. Ashara smirked, unnoticed in his distracted state, and played her trump card.

"Elia would."

His head swiveled so fast she was worried that he'd get whiplash, his single eye wide in disbelief. She flipped her hair.

"Don't look so surprised. You know quite well that Elia can play the part of a courtly lady when it suits her. And you also know that in the bedchamber she's even wilder than I am."

He slowly nodded. Sometimes the things Elia liked to do when they were alone surprised even him.

Ashara settled further into his lap, kissing along his jawline as her hands ran up and down his muscled abdomen. "Does it really surprise you so that Elia would trust you with her daughter's honor? After everything you've done for us?"

Then, before he could respond, she stopped moving and looked him sharply in the eye. "Do you intend to take advantage of her?"

"Of course not," he snarled. The very idea of anyone doing anything of the sort made his chakra want to lash out in rage.

Ashara enjoyed the smoldering look in his eye as his body tensed, then kissed him gently as he slowly relaxed into her embrace.

"Then why is it so strange that Elia would see the same? She trusts you, Naruto, just as I do. Rhaenys may be young, but she's twice as smart as both Elia and I combined, and twice as stubborn, too. You know what happens when someone tries to persuade her to give up a course of action, she'll do it anyway just to spite them. We trust her to act wisely and not rush into things. And we trust you to be perfectly respectful and to protect her to the best of your ability."

"I'll always protect her," he said quietly. "To my dying breath."

She shivered, tingles running up and down her spine as she leaned in with eyes darkened with desire. "And you wonder why we love you so much?" and kissed him.

They both enjoyed that for a few minutes, until a moment's separation made Naruto remember something else. "Arianne kissed me too."

Ashara's jaw dropped at that, before she started laughing again. "You are going to be an object of jealousy for the rest of your life."

He groaned at that, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Figures. Can't ever be simple in this world, can it?"

"Nope," she replied cheerfully, then drew closer until they were inches apart. "But I have a feeling I know how to distract you."

Feeling him perk right back up beneath her, Ashara smirked into her lover's lips. "Good boy."

The stinging slap on her ass was well worth it.

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A/N: Sorry it's late.

Smut soon, teasers now. Ha.

Hope you enjoyed.

Wolf out.