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"Talking"

"Talking / Whispering"

"Spell Casting / R'hllor Speaking"

A Game of Dynasties: The Cleric

Chapter 4: A Lion in the Sand

The land of Dorne was a harsh, desert climate with rolling sand dunes, dry barren mountains, and an intense heat that weighed down heavily upon a foreigner's skin. Leaving anyone who passed through the land to feel like they would die unless they found a way to escape the sun's blazing rays.

However, for those who stayed long enough to find a way to make a life for themselves within the desert, they soon found themselves captivated by the remote locations hidden within the sands that were like tranquil oases which the Dornish treasured so jealously.

The harshness of the land, mixed with the small beautiful sanctuaries that were built along the coasts or near the semi-arid hills which provided the rest of the region with water, created a strange but beautiful culture - to the other Six Kingdoms, at least - of a hard but passionate people who were able to weather Aegon the Conqueror's armies when no other kingdom could.

Their leaders, the Martells of Sunspear, symbolized their people's strength by their House's words: "Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken."

For centuries, since the arrival of Nymeria herself - who brought all of Dorne together under House Martell's leadership; their House had stood as the protectors of Dorne, and guided their people through many troubling times since.

The most recent of which, the War of the Usurper, had been one that troubled their house greatest of all.

Unlike the times before, members of their family - specifically Princess Elia Martell and her children - were held captive by the Targaryen King they supported and pledged their loyalty to.

Forcing them into doing nothing as their beloved Princess's capture left their hands tied and unable to act to prevent the Mad King from continuing his insane actions across the Seven Kingdoms.

It was only when a message arrived via raven, sealed with a lion's head coat of arms pressed into red wax, that the Martells finally gained a moment to breathe easier, as the son of Tywin Lannister himself betrayed his own father's orders to save the captive Princess's life.

It was a daring rescue. One none of them had foreseen, but was greatly appreciated.

And when the smuggler ship arrived upon the shores of Sunspear days later, bearing a tearful but unharmed Elia and her children on board, all of Dorne rose up in celebration at her return.

The Martells, most of all, welcomed their family members home with open arms and words of comfort as the clearly traumatized Princess found safety at last amongst her brothers and their families. It would be some time before the wounds of her stay at King's Landing healed, but the presence of family and familiar surroundings worked wonders to soothe what pains it could.

Now, though, those same people were gathered together once again near the port she'd arrived on.

Awaiting a ship bearing crimson sails, and a sigil of a lion's head surrounded by a flaming heart, to disembark with even more members of their extended family.

…as well as the man who risked his life time and again to save them.

Port of Sunspear, Dorne

- Three Days Later, 282 AC -

- Elia Martell -

It was with a strange sense of excitement and trepidation that the beautiful Princess of Dorne stood amongst the gathered members of her family and waited for The Prowl to dock. Her hand awkwardly moving up to brush some of her curly black locks from her face that fell down around her shoulders in ringlets as she glanced down at the thin, tan silk dress she wore which complemented the olive complexion of her skin tone nicely.

She'd missed the feel of Dornish silks on her skin. Their thinner, lighter textures making the fabrics much more bearable to her than the stuffy, thick material of the dresses worn in King's Landing.

It wouldn't be exaggerating to say that she felt no small amount of gratitude towards Godwin for what he'd done by offering her a way home; and now that he'd gone and done even more for her family, Elia wasn't sure as to how she could accurately portray her deep thanks to the young man for all he'd done, when everything she thought of seemed pale in comparison to the gifts he'd given them.

To have braved the sacking of King's Landing, and struck down the Mountain himself, all while risking the wrath of his own Lord father just to save her… and then to do it all again in order to save Queen Rhaella and her children…

There were no words she could think of to portray how she felt, and as she watched the head of golden-blonde hair step off his ship in a finely-tailored red shirt and black pants with matching boots, the infamous Dawn strapped to his side, her breath escaped her as his shining emerald-green eyes seemed to stare straight into her own warm brown hues from across the port.

Remembering the kiss she'd given him before she'd gotten onto the rowboat, as well as the heated one he'd given her in turn, Elia raised a hand to her red-painted lips and touched them in fond memory as a small tingle trailed up her spine.

It had been meant as a peck, nothing more… but what followed had left a lingering sensation within her that she had never been able to shake since.

A tingle that made her loins stir, and her breath quicken with desire to feel it again.

At her side, her wheel-chair ridden older brother Doran spoke first amongst the gathered family. As he bowed his head in respect to the man who'd done so much for them.

"Welcome to Sunspear, Ser Godwin, son of Tywin." He spoke eloquently, his eyes briefly glancing at the figures behind the Lionheart as the knighted Ser stood protectively before them. "You and your… guests… are safe here in Dorne, I assure you. No harm shall befall you or them whilst under my protection… You have my word."

"Come," Doran continued after Godwin nodded and relaxed his stance ever-so-slightly, her brother playing his role of host perfectly despite his failing health and restricted movements.

"Let us get you all out of the heat." He said kindly, catching the small bit of sweat upon Godwin's brow. "I imagine you're tired after your journey, and wish to refresh yourselves with some food and drink before speaking further."

Motioning towards his personal guard around him, Doran was pushed ahead of the family back towards the castle as the gathered Martells followed closely behind him.

More than a few glanced at the tall, young Lannister as he marched ahead of the hooded woman who clutched a baby in one hand and held onto the hand of the other, older child beside her who was also hooded and cloaked. Her brother Oberyn and his new wife Ellaria seemingly the most interested of them all, as the two watched Godwin go by and whispered to each other with a certain gleam in their eyes that she knew well.

She would be amazed if they lasted even a day's time before they finally extended the offer for Godwin to join them in their marital bed for a night of carnal pleasures.

The two were practically lust incarnate, as Elia had come to learn over the years of her childhood living with Oberyn. A practical sin in the eyes of anyone at King's Landing, yet for Elia and her people it was nothing to be ashamed of. And she loved them both all the same.

Briefly catching the violet orbs peeking out from underneath the unknown woman's hood, Elia gave the older woman a warm and understanding smile as she lingered behind the rest of the group just far enough back to make her presence known to the other woman.

"I'm glad you're safe, Queen Rhaella." She whispered under her breath, just loud enough for the mother of her late husband to hear.

"As am I, dear child." Rhaella whispered faintly back, a shallow smile on her weary lips. The stress from the recent events clung to her like a heavy shadow, bearing down upon her shoulders as they hunched ever-so-slightly.

A telling sign on a woman such as Rhaella, who usually never showed an ounce of discomfort or emotional toil in all the time that Elia had known her.

"When you have the chance, we should speak later." Elia added softly as the large group approached the sand-stone walls of Sunspear castle. "I believe we have much to discuss."

"Yes…" Rhaella nodded. "That we do."

… …

- Godwin -

Sunspear is a beautiful place once you get out of the sun's heat. The many flowering plants of every size and color imaginable that dot the gardens and hang down from trellises adds a nice touch to the sand-stone walls and beige coloring of the landscape.

But what truly sets this place apart from anywhere else that I've seen so far, is the clothing.

I could kiss the hands of the person who came up with the idea of introducing Dornish women to see-through silk fabric dresses that leave so little to the imagination. The way the sunlight hits them and shows off a tantalizing view of their silhouetted bodies is like a blessing and a curse for my currently backed-up state.

At this point, I'm not sure if I'll be able to make it back to Casterly Rock in time before I have to relieve some of this…stress.

Luckily, my mind is taken off the subject by the time we arrive at a more informal yet beautifully decorated lounge area that has several cushioned couches and chairs for us to sit on as a long, knee-high table filled with countless assortments of fruits and goblets filled with wine are placed before us.

The moment we enter the room, Rhaella finally removes her cloak with a small sigh of relief before doing the same for Viserys.

The two obviously are glad to be rid of the stifling material in this heat as they join every on the couches and take several long sips of their drinks (though they had to bring in some water for the much younger Viserys to drink from).

After taking a long drink from my own cup, and marveling at the taste of their more sour Strongwine that's nothing like the spiced Honeywine made in Lannisport, I turn to Doran with a grateful nod as I relax against the cushioned seat of the chair I'm sitting in.

"My thanks, Prince Doran, for the refreshments." I say with a genuine smile as a cool breeze from the ocean passes through the open windows of the lavish and open-aired room. "I must admit, I'm not used to the weather here in Dorne. I fear the heat doesn't agree with me quite as well as it does others."

"The weather here does take some getting used to," Doran agrees with a small nod and a humorous smirk. "Though… much like the wine we grow here, the longer you experience it, the more you come to enjoy it."

"The same as our women," Oberyn chimes in with a suave, husky-like tone as he and the woman lying draped against him - Ellaria, I think? - both give me hungry looks.

"…and our men." He adds with a wink.

"Yes," Doran chuckles. Well used to his brother's… eccentricities. "But I believe it is us who should be thanking you, Ser Godwin."

Motioning with a hand towards the couch next to me, that Elia and Rhaella are sitting down together on surrounded by their children, the two women pause in their hushed conversation and glance in our direction as he continues. "You have saved my sister, our Princess. And returned not just her and her children here safely, but have done the same for Queen Rhaella and her children."

"Well," I shrug as all eyes turn to us. A certain intensity present in a particular gaze coming from the women to my right that I pretend not to notice. "What can I say? The Lord of Light showed me a path forward, and I took it. The futures I saw in the flames were… atrocious. The things Clegane had planned… what was to become of Rhaella and her children… all of it was just too much for me to ignore."

I'm just pulling shit out of my ass as I sit here with everyone's attention fixed on me, but it's not as if any of them can contradict my statement when I'm the only one here with a connection to R'hllor.

And even if they knew that I was bluffing, does it really matter?

Rhaella, Elia, and their children are all safe and sound. Living new lives that they never would have gotten to experience otherwise.

What was a small lie on my part compared to the futures they now get to have with their children?

"Speaking of things that can't be ignored," I continue, "there's something you all should know…"

For the next several minutes, I take a rather big gamble in revealing to them what actually happened between Rhaegar and Lyanna, as well as the result from that which now lives in Winterfell under the guise of Ned Stark's bastard son.

If anyone had a right to know what happened, it's Rhaegar's wife and mother, and their families, who have all suffered due to his actions.

The news causes a long, lingering moment of shock to spread around the room as everyone soaks in the information. Before Doran finally speaks up for the rest of them.

"…I see." He mutters, rubbing at his beard with one hand while the other taps the armrest of his wheelchair gently. "I thank you for telling us this."

Around the room, the others give their own forms of acknowledgement as an obviously not-surprised Elia tries to hide her response from everyone about how she feels regarding the conversation turning towards discussing the woman her husband had abandoned her and their children for.

"It was smart to send them back to Winterfell with Lord Stark," Doran nods as he thinks it over. "Dorne and the North are on opposite sides of the world, which will ensure that the Targaryen line has a better chance of surviving - should Robert Baratheon try something."

"And the Starks will see to it that one of their own is kept safe from any who might seek to harm the child, just as we here in Dorne shall do for our own." He says while motioning to the others around the room, who all nod except for the oddly quiet Elia.

"Perhaps we should table this conversation for another time?" Oberyn adds after catching the look on his sister's face. His protective brotherly instincts taking over as he steers the conversation away from topics that are obviously upsetting her. "Give ourselves a chance to think over what we've spoken about, and allow those of us who have only just arrived the time to properly rest after their voyage."

"Yes, an excellent suggestion brother…" Doran agrees instantly, his eyes flicking worriedly in Elia's direction as he motions towards the doors.

A pair of guards step into the room on his call, with their weapons sheathed and their hands resting behind their ram-rod straight backs. "If you will follow my guards here, Ser Godwin, they will lead you to the quarters we've set aside for you."

Giving the man a nod in gratitude, I turn towards the two guards wearing yellow cloth wraps around their heads to block out the heat, and a combination of leather and lightweight armor bearing the Dornish sigil as they begin leading me out of the luxurious, open-air room.

Before I could turn the corner and head out of sight, I briefly make eye-contact with an obviously emotional Elia before doing the same with a grateful Rhaella as both the Milf and… technically Gilf… begin gathering up their children to retire to their own rooms for the evening.

Offering them both a nod and a friendly smile, I chuckle at the wink Oberyn and Ellaria give me as they head towards their own room.

Those two at least will be a fun time to speak with, when I'm not having to plan out what I'm going to do from here. The obvious interest they both have in me - while flattering - will eventually hit a bump when they find out that my interests lie only with women.

Which is a shame, Oberyn is a roguishly handsome man.

But his appearance means nothing to me in the end, it's Ellaria who I would be interested in. And from what I remember they're unfortunately a package deal. I can't get into bed with one, without having the other join in.

Oh well. You win some, and you lose some.

Despite my best efforts to the contrary, it's not like I can sleep with every attractive woman I come across in this world.

… …

- Elia Martell -

Gently placing her sleeping children into their beds, Elia drew the thin, airy, silk sheets over them snuggly before she paused. Watching their sleeping faces with a long, thousand-mile stare as her fingers drifted through their white hair with a feather-light touch.

"They sleep so easily," Rhaella's voice muttered softly from behind her as the older woman stepped into the room. Her white hair and violet eyes nearly identical to that of her children's; proving that the Valyrian features ran strong in the Targaryen bloodline even when mixed with that of other Houses. "As if the troubles of our world have no hold over them."

Nodding silently, Elia's lips flicked upwards at the corners in a shadow of a smile as she watched them sleep for a lingering moment. Before reluctantly pulling herself away.

"As it should be," she replied. Locking eyes with Rhaella as the woman stepped up to her side. "There's enough pain and suffering going around, the last thing any mother would want is to pass those feelings on to their children."

"And yet, sometimes it's unavoidable." Rhaella frowned sadly, making the weariness of her face more pronounced.

Yet even then, the majestic beauty of the former queen was undeniable.

Together, the two women moved away from the children's beds and towards the patio that looked out over the Water Gardens. Seating themselves down on one of the cushioned couches that overlooked a small fountain as they let the not-uncomfortable silence linger between them.

"…did you know?" Rhaella asked as her violet orbs turned away from the fountain and looked up towards the setting sun in the distance. The sounds of people going about their evenings echoing faintly in the background as the two women sat side by side. "What my son was going to do?"

"…yes."

"…" When she didn't elaborate, Elia felt Rhaella's gaze finally turn towards her, and knew without saying it that the other woman understood the emotions she was barely managing to hold back, even while she tried to keep her features indifferent.

"I see…" Rhaella muttered before falling silent for a last time that night. The calm sounds of Sunspear's population going about their evenings filled the space that their lack of conversation occupied.

They both carried a pain and burden within them due to the actions of the Targaryen men they'd married, and the small sense of companionship that grew between them in that moment as many things went unsaid, but not ignored, left both of them feeling ever-so-slightly better as they watched the sun dip down behind the sand-stone walls of Sunspear.

And as the moon rose up brilliantly in the night sky, the tenseness in their shoulders that had been there for months (if not years) eased with near-silent breathes of relief.

It would be a long time before either of them would ever be alright again.

But, as Elia grabbed a nearby fur and drew it across their laps to ward off the chilly night breeze, the mother of two knew that together, with the support of each other, and their families, they would be alright.

Sunspear, Dorne

The Night before the Departure, 282 AC

- Several Days Later -

- Godwin -

It took some time to plan out with the Martells how they would keep the last Targaryens safe now that word was beginning to spread of their survival.

What with Elia's disappearance from the Red Keep, and Rhaella's disappearance from Dragonstone mere days before it was sieged by Stannis's forces, painted a rather clear picture that their members hadn't died as easily as Aerys or Rhaegar had.

Apparently, the lack of Targaryens found at Dragonstone left King Robert pretty upset with his younger brother. And in his irrational and highly explosive anger, had their third and youngest brother Renly named as his heir and the new Lord of Storm's End and Lord Paramount of the Stormlands.

Completely side-stepping Stannis, who had been the original heir, and leaving the rather cold and stone-faced man with Dragonstone as his only reward for his service during the rebellion.

A mocking gift by Robert, as it were.

Gifting him the place of his "failure" as pale compensation for losing the title and power that came with being the Lord of one of the Seven Kingdoms.

After that news had gotten out, we noticed an increased presence of orphaned children around Sunspear and reports of others gathering at other towns in Dorne.

Varys's "little birds" moved in at a moment's notice and began spreading themselves throughout the region, trying to gather any information they can about the Martell's support to the Targaryens.

Not that either Robert or The Spider could do much about it.

Tensions between the Seven Kingdoms were at an all-time high at the moment, with some of the great Houses still not happy about the change in rulership, and any one of them now looking for a chance to strike back against Robert the second he makes himself vulnerable.

And while the rest of the other kingdoms are still licking their wounds from the loss of soldiers in the fighting, Dorne has all 20,000 of their soldiers at their command; fresh and ready to fight at a moment's notice.

But even with their forces ready and willing to die in defense of the Martells and the Targaryens, the possibility of an assassin's blade coming for them in the dead of night was one that couldn't be ignored.

So… after a bit of brainstorming, we came up with a solution.

Just like how Lyanna took Jon Snow to the North for protection, spreading out the Targaryen line to the opposite ends of Westeros, so too will we do the same thing with Elia, Rhaella, and their four children. Splitting them up to better increase their chances of survival.

Elia, Rhaenys, and Aegon will stay in Dorne, where they're more easily able to blend in with the Martells and Doran and Oberyn can keep a close eye on their sister.

Whereas Rhaella, Viserys, and Daenerys will come with me back to the Westerlands.

Obviously not Casterly Rock, of course… I'm not an idiot.

No, as part of having Jaime take back his rightful place as heir, Casterly Rock no longer felt like a welcoming home for me to plan out my future ideas from.

So, when I left my ancestral home to save Rhaella, I handed off a message to my Lionsguard to take up residence at a new place that had recently become available for someone to take over after the former Lord Farman and his house were killed off in the rebellion.

That place?

Fair Isle.

A small, but charming island just off the coasts of the Westerlands, no more than a day or two's travel by boat from Casterly Rock.

Just far enough away that I don't have to deal with Tywin or Jaime on a daily basis, but close enough to where I'm not completely removed from everything that's going on back home and in Westeros.

The island itself, nearly twice as large in landmass as Dragonstone, has a decently-sized castle known as Faircastle (they really aren't very good at naming things here) that's already set up with supplies and a local population to help grow food and tend to the day-to-day tasks required for running an island.

Basically everything I need to start over after having to scrap my plans that revolved around being the Lord of Casterly Rock.

As of now, my new base of operations is currently being renovated by a group of craftsmen loyal to House Lannister who I paid handsomely to fix any and all issues that the previous Lord had left to fester.

If there's one thing about this new life that I refuse to deal with, it's the lack of hygiene that many of these people seem indifferent to as they allow issues like plumbing and proper bathing for its people to go on ignored, compared to the state of cleanliness that Casterly Rock has.

…If I'm going to be living somewhere, it's not going to be a place that smells of shit from miles away, like King's Landing.

Currently, all of the construction effort is being watched over and guarded by the remainder of my Lionsguard that couldn't come with me to Dragonstone. Their numbers simply too much for a single longship like The Prowl to carry. Which means of the 150 soldiers at my command, 100 of them are currently taking up residence at Faircastle.

All of whom are currently under the command of my beloved sister, Cersei.

Who had been adamant in her desire to leave Casterly Rock if I wasn't going to be there, and left for the island soon after my departure so that she could ensure everything was ready upon my return.

It's… nice to have someone I can rely on to take care of the more menial tasks that would otherwise bog down my schedule when I simply don't have the time to attend to them.

The freedom it gives me to handle the more important things that come up is something I hadn't expected to ever have. But now that it's here, I can't imagine how I would ever be able to do all of this on my own without her support.

Which is why, on my last day in Dorne before I get back on The Prowl and sail off to Fair Isle, I feel an abundance of excitement welling up inside of me at the thought of seeing Cersei once again.

*Knock knock!*

"Hmm?" I pause, holding the loose night-shirt I was about to put on in one hand as I hear someone gently knocking on the door of the guest room I've been occupying. "Come in…"

Turning towards the doorway, wearing only a pair of thin pants after a rather lengthy bath due to the amount of sweating I'm doing under the Dornish heat, I offer the person who steps into the room a confused but friendly smile as they pause the moment the door closes behind them. Their eyes staring fixatedly at my bare chest.

"Lady Rhaella? Was there something you needed?"

… …

- Rhaella Targaryen -

She knew the moment that she stepped foot inside his room that the relationship she and Godwin had would change forever. There was no reason for an older woman such as herself to be visiting a young man's bedchamber in the middle of the night, unless it was for a very specific reason.

Something she never would have even considered doing, had it not been for the events of these last few years that led up to this very moment.

With the circumstances surrounding the future of her House being a precarious as it was, and as the de-facto matriarch in charge of what few members remained, Rhaella needed to ensure that her family was in safe hands if they were to ever hope of making a future for themselves in this new world of theirs where they weren't at the top.

And a predominate portion of House Targaryen's future relied upon the generosity and protection of the young man standing shirtless before her.

His chiseled, broad-shouldered chest bereft of any shirt and glistening with droplets of water from his recent bath. The faintly fragrant scents of the bath oils he used lingering on his skin as he smiled handsomely at her.

"Lady Rhaella?" He asked in a way that sent a certain feeling through her which pooled at her loins. The slight rumble in his deeper voice promising things that she wasn't sure she was ready for, but excited her nonetheless.

She'd heard several times already from Elia in their time together about what his kiss had felt like, and after a lifetime spent being raped by her brother Aerys, Rhaella would freely admit that she was ready to learn what it felt like to indulge in sex with someone who she wanted to spread her legs for.

Gathering her strength for what was about to happen as she closed the door behind her, well aware that things were going to get a fair bit louder soon, she licked her lips to wet them nervously as she heard Godwin's question over her shoulder. "…was there something you needed?"

Steeling herself, she turned back to face the young shirtless man before her with a gleam in her violet eyes as she began walking slowly, and as seductively as she could, towards him.

"There is…" She replied as huskily as she was able, feeling a small flicker of embarrassment at having to seduce someone half her age. She was only 33, after all. Still young and beautiful, if a bit more mature than she used to be, without any signs of aging showing on her delicate features.

"You."

Reaching up with both hands, she gently grasped the shoulder straps of her black silk nightgown and, after taking a near-silent deep breath, pulled them away from her body. Allowing the material to cascade down around her and pool in a small pile of fabric at her feet, leaving her body bare for Godwin's eyes to rake over with a growing lust in them that sent a shiver of pleasure up her spine.

In the darkness of the evening with only the surrounding candles' lights and the glow of the moon to illuminate her features, Rhaella felt rather proud of herself as she watched a young man - who had obviously been with many younger and perhaps more beautiful women - stare at her with desire as a growing bulge strained itself against the material of his pants.

Her body, despite the effects it had on her late brother/husband, was what she would happily consider the peak of motherhood now that she'd entered her prime.

With flawless, pale skin that seemed to shine in the moonlight; thick, swollen breasts larger than her own small hands could cup that even now leaked ever so slightly with milk; and wide, child-bearing hips that emphasized her thick thighs and shapely ass that rippled with each careful step towards Godwin, Rhaella could safely say there were few women in the world who could hope to match her in beauty.

And judging by Godwin's reaction as his larger hands reached out and pulled her by the waist against him the moment she was within reach, even he seemed to agree with that statement as he palmed her backside with both of his hands; pressing his deliciously large bulge against her as he stared deeply into her eyes.

His lips, primed to taste her own as she opened her mouth in preparation, hovered just above hers uncertainly as he whispered, "…are you sure about this?"

Smiling in spite of herself, Rhaella placed just the tiniest of pecks on his lips teasingly as she gave herself over to the lust that she couldn't ignore any longer.

"Sweet boy," she whispered in a purr, "I've never been more sure of anything else in my life."

With a delicate touch, she reached down between their bodies and undid the lacing of his pants, tugging them off him with a single movement as she felt his thick, throbbing cock slap itself against her undercarriage.

The tingle that shot through her body from the contact of his member against her lower lips caused her to gasp with shock.

In that same moment, she almost cried out in euphoria as his mouth descended on hers in a kiss that took her breath away. Leaving her to grip at his naked flesh and rake her fingers along his skin as he, in turn, groped and kneaded her backside with gusto.

Unlike her times with Aerys, where her brother/husband would simply tear her clothes off and force her onto her hands and knees before he took his pleasure from her body; Godwin seemed to pay close attention to the way she reacted towards his touch, and when his groping became too hard and she instinctively flinched away from him, he would lighten his touch and shift away from that area towards caressing either her hips or her large, full breasts as they slowly made their way towards the bed.

When they finally reached it and fell upon its sheets, Rhaella allowed herself to be pulled on top of his body as he shuffled them both up onto the bed fully, where she was able to lay her naked flesh directly on top of his and grind her sopping wet slit against the underside of his manhood as they kissed and ground against each other.

After finally managing to pull herself away from his lips, a sudden idea came to her that she had never gotten to try out before, and with a rather mischievous look on her face, she slid down his body whilst trailing kisses along his skin until she reached between his spread legs.

"I hope you don't mind," Rhaella said as she began stroking the shaft that was covered in her own juices with one hand while she stared into his emerald eyes. "But I've always wanted to try this."

"By all means," Godwin replied. His eyes gleaming with desire and amusement as he laid back against the bed and rested his arms behind his head. "Do whatever you'd like to me, my Lady."

Smiling at his willingness to play along with her, she placed a kiss on the weeping tip of his swollen lower head in thanks.

Careful with how hard she gripped his length, she began pumping her hand up and down clumsily as the other gently cradled and fondled his sack as Rhaella gave her first ever - and entirely willing - handjob to a man half her age who had saved not just her own life, but the lives of her children and grandchildren as well.

… …

- Godwin -

The men of Westeros are idiots.

Aerys most of all.

To think that, instead of just showing even an ounce of compassion towards the women next to them and allowing them to have their fun, they'd prefer to simply ignore the wants and desires of a gorgeous woman like Rhaella in favor of raping her just because they could, truly baffled me.

I mean, honestly. If you already have someone like her basically giftwrapped and handed to you as your future wife because of your family's tradition… Why. The ever-loving-fuck. Would you make her life miserable when all it takes to keep her happy is letting her be in control every once in a while in the bedroom… and, you know, not raping her?

Just watching the look on her face as she eagerly experiments with different ways of stroking my cock as she continues laying delicate kisses on the head is probably one of the hottest things I've seen - second only to Cersei's look when we made love for the first time.

And when she finally grew bored of just using her hands, and wrapped those massive tits of hers around my shaft and began moving those erotic, lactating mountains up and down like it was the most fun she'd had in years… I nearly came right then and there!

"Fuck… you're a natural at this." I groan out as the certifiable Gilf continues to smother my length between her cleavage, alternating between moving both breasts together and moving them up and down in alternate directions to see which movement brings me the most pleasure.

"Well…I was a married woman, Ser Godwin." Rhaella mutters as she watches the different expressions my face makes almost curiously. "While my marriage was not what one would call… loving… I did learn a thing or two about what makes a man happy from it."

Seeing the twinkle in her eyes as she licks her lips to wet them, drawing my attention to their puckered state as she hovers them just over my swollen head, my hips twitch upwards reflexively as she says naughtily. "Like just how much a man enjoys the feel of a woman's mouth around their cock."

Before my brain can fully process the rather crass words coming out of the usually composed and well-mannered woman, my vision nearly blanks out as I feel not just her swollen breasts wrapped around my shaft, but also the sudden, hot, wet confines of her mouth as she locks her pouty lips around the tip and begins bobbing her head in time with her titjob.

"Fuuuuuuck~!"

This woman…this succubus of a grandmother… must be trying to kill me. There's no other explanation for it.

Because the moment I lose control of myself and blow my load inside of her mouth, instead of spitting it out or pulling back to let it land on her face, Rhaella actually takes me deeper into her mouth until I'm touching the back of her throat as she moans and hums throatily around my dick.

Intensifying the experience even further as small trails of breast milk leak out from her aroused and heavily swollen nipples that look almost purple with desire to be teased and played with.

As soon as my cum finally trickles down enough that she can unlatch her lips with a wet, noisy pop, Rhaella makes a showing of swirling my cum around her mouth as if testing the taste, before she swallows it with a smile the minute she realizes that she has my undivided attention.

Seeing her begin to shuffle up my body until she's hovering her now dripping sex above my still-hardened erection, I throw out a brief prayer to R'hllor in hopes of my survival as this newly-awakened sex demoness (or dragoness) suddenly drops herself down and sheathes me fully inside of her without hesitation.

Barely waiting for herself to grow accustomed to the size my length, Rhaella takes the sudden fullness of my being inside her like a champ before her hips start to bounce up and down on my lap as if she's a natural at sex.

Rolling her hips in time with the squeezing sensation of her pussy walls as she teases and coaxes me towards my second release.

It's only in a brief moment of lucidity between the oncoming wave of orgasmic bliss that I remember to turn my cum sterile with Transmute Gold before I suddenly find myself filling this sex-starved Gilf's womb as she tightens down around me and joins me in her first release of many for the night.

And it is many, because she doesn't leave my bed even once in the entire night that we're up. Fucking me well into the early morning rays of the Dornish sun as we make an absolute mess of the bedroom and each other.

There's a part of me, a part that's immediately squashed by my lower head, that knows this is a terrible idea. Because if sex with Rhaella doesn't wind up killing me, Cersei almost certainly will for betraying her.

But like most of the things I've done here since coming to Westeros, I brush them off with an easy-going grin, knowing that I'll find some way of working them out in the end.

…am I being a little too arrogant?

Probably. But who isn't in this world?

You have to be pretty full of yourself to be able to convince hundreds, if not thousands, of people to risk their lives for you just because they owe their loyalty to your House.

And I'm not just going to need to tell them that they have to, like the other Lords and Ladies do, but also convince them that it's all because a voice in the flames says there's an evil coming that's beyond anything they've witnessed before.

Between that, and the knowledge that I'll need tens, maybe hundreds, of thousands of people to risk their lives if we're to have any hope of winning, leaves me feeling rather sure of myself to handle something as simple as Cersei's feelings about my sleeping with Rhaella once we arrive at Fair Isle.

Who knows?

Maybe things might even work out in my favor?

Sunspear, Dorne

Morning of Godwin's Departure, 282 AC

- A Few Hours Later -

By the time that Rhaella and I finally managed to extract ourselves from bed, and from each other, and shamble our way down to the living room for an early breakfast before we were set to depart, everyone had already arrived and were giving us looks that said quite clearly that they knew exactly what we'd been up too all night long.

"We were wondering when you two might join us." Oberyn says jokingly as he winks in our direction. "I trust the beds here in Dorne were to your… satisfaction?"

Chuckling at the way he easily breaks the tension in the room from how stiff Rhaella tries to come across as to hide her rather blatant limp and the small marks all along her neck, I toss him back a wink of my own as I guide my late-night companion to her seat next to a sleepy Viserys with a fussing Daenerys in his arms that she scoops up immediately, before taking my own seat on her right that places me next to Doran at the head of the table.

"Oh, absolutely." I reply with an amused smile on my face, not the least bit embarrassed to have been found out for sleeping with a gorgeous woman like Rhaella. "They were very satisfactory."

Seeing everyone else at the table watch on with smiles on their faces at our byplay as the woman on my left tries her hardest to look everywhere but in my direction, the excitement of the morning settles down to a wonderfully tranquil atmosphere as we dig in to a breakfast of fruits, small meats, and assorted breads and jams that the servants bring in throughout the meal.

Smatterings of light-hearted conversations take place around the table as we all fill ourselves nicely before the day's events happen, and in the moments between sharing small talk with Doran and Elia who sits across from me, our conversation eventually turns to a particular topic that I've been wanting to address since I first arrived.

"The Lord of Light has graced me with many powers to help me with my journey," I explain to the curious faces of those around me as they listen to my explanations on how I managed to save and heal Rhaella from the turncoats at Dragonstone. "One of which is the ability to heal many forms of injuries."

Pointedly glancing down at the wheelchair Doran is sitting in, the Prince of Dorne takes barely a moment to figure out where I'm going with this as his eyes widen with surprise…and hope.

"You mean…?" He trails off, almost afraid to speak the words aloud.

Quest Received:

[Rising of the Sunspear]

Objective: Cure Prince Doran Martell of his disease.
Reward: ?

In response, I reach out over the table and place a hand on his shoulder as I cast Lesser Restoration.

When the faint glow under my hand fades, and I feel the magic coursing into Doran finish its work, I nod. "See for yourself."

As a hushed silence falls around the table, all eyes, even those of the guards around the perimeter of the room, turn to Doran and watch with hope as the man seems to struggle with himself for a moment, before squaring his shoulders and pushing his wheelchair back from the table.

Placing his hands firmly upon the table's surface, he braces himself for support and, with a grunting effort, manages to slowly rise from his seat to the surprised gasps from the others.

"My legs…" He mumbles. "My body… it feels… how it used to."

"As it should," I say. "Though you'll need some time to regain the strength in your legs. But that will come with time, and practice."

Quest Completed:

[Rising of the Sunspear]

Objective: Cure Prince Doran Martell of his disease.
Reward: Locate Object (spell)

Grasping the cup of fragrant fruit juice in front of me, I give a small toast to him as he slowly removes one hand bracing himself against the table at a time until he's standing under his own two feet, before I take a drink from it and play it off like this was just another ordinary day for me.

Which, to be fair, kind of is at this point

Locate Object - Spell

By thinking of a particular object that is familiar to you, you can sense the general direction of its location.

Oh? Interesting…

In a sudden rush of movement and the sound of chairs scrapping against the floor, the rest of the Martells rise from their feet and gather around the awestruck Doran as they watch him take a few shaky steps away from the table, all thoughts of food forgotten as they help him move around the room under his own power for the first time in months (or perhaps years, I'm not entirely sure when he became wheelchair bound).

Sitting back in my seat and sipping from my drink with a small smirk as the others talk excitedly about what this means for not just Doran, but Dorne as a whole now that their Prince is back on his feet, I feel a warm breath on my ear as a familiar voice mutters softly enough to keep anyone else from overhearing.

"That was very kind of you," Rhaella whispers as her violet eyes glance at Doran before staring into my own knowingly. "If the Martells didn't already think fondly of you before, they'll be practically worshipping you now, for this."

There's… something in the way she talks and how she currently looks at me which makes me think she approves of my actions.

But before I can get a word out in reply, I'm pulled almost bodily to feet by an ecstatic Elia who grasps my face with both of her hands before planting a long and sensuous kiss on my lips in full view of everyone present.

"Thank you!" Elia says as soon as she pulls back, having plundered my surprised mouth with her tongue in a similar way to how I kissed her on the beach at King's Landing, before laying another one on me as her hands grasp and comb their way through my short golden-blond hair in an intense makeout session. "Thank you, thank you, thank you…" She mumbles against my lips.

"Yes," Doran's voice manages to break through the moment. Causing us to pull away from each other as Elia tries to smother the faint blush that dusts her olive-toned cheeks as she realizes exactly what she just did in front of her whole family. "I believe I speak for everyone here when I say that, once again, we are in your debt… Ser Godwin."

Moving towards the table, supported by his brother Oberyn who helps keep him steady, he lifts his own cup and offers me a salute with it that the others are quick to follow.

And with this, Dorne's armies are mine.

Now it's time to start building up my own forces.

Fair Isle, Westerlands

- One Week Later -

- Godwin -

On the voyage to Fair Isle, I spent quite a lot of time preparing for how I was going to explain myself to Cersei for having given into my desires while I was in Dorne, and will freely admit to feeling no small amount of trepidation as I stepped off The Prowl and onto the docks of Fair Isle.

Instantly spotting the head of golden-blonde hair waiting for me at the bottom of the ramp, dressed in the same red silk gown with a plunging neckline and a tight waist that she knows I love, with the same look of love and lust mixed together in her eyes as the night we first made love to each other.

But what wasn't the same, was the small ruby necklace around her neck like a choker. Nor was the voluptuous red-headed woman wearing an equally-red dress standing next to her, bearing a similar ruby necklace of her own that glowed as she stared at me almost worshipfully.

"Dear Brother," Cersei smiles warmly as she greets me with open arms and a passionate tongue-filled kiss.

This wasn't Casterly Rock anymore, where we had to play things safe so that no one would judge us or spill our secrets to our father Tywin.

This was our island; where the people here serve me and me alone. It's why I felt no issue with bringing Rhaella and her children along when we hatched our plan with the Martells.

Practically no outsiders beyond the lone cargo ship transporting goods to and from the island ever come to Fair Isle, and those that do will be strictly monitored by my Lionsguard to ensure that nothing they see is beyond exactly what I allow them to see.

Which is why I have no problems allow her hands to cling to me and grope at the material of my shirt openly as she pulls me close, before letting go just enough to turn her body halfway so that she can motion towards the other woman watching us makeout silently.

"A guest arrived here a few days after you left, wanting to speak with you." She says hotly near my ear. "A Red Priestess, all the way from Essos…"

There's a certain… something in the way she speaks as she looks back and forth between the woman, myself, and Rhaella standing behind me that makes me pause as the new woman steps forward.

Her pale skin, long red hair, and beautiful features instantly familiar to me as she bows deeply at the waist.

"I am the Lady Melisandre, my Lord." Melisandre introduces herself, flashing a pearly white smile at me as she stares almost fanatically into my eyes. The briefest flicker of a flame reflecting in her irises as her pupils suddenly widen and her breathing picks up.

"A Red Priestess in service to our Lord, the Lord of Light…" She says in a reverent tone. "And I have come to serve you, our Lord's Chosen, in preparation for the Long Night yet to come."

Oh…

Right.

"I am yours, do with me as you will…" she continues on.

Getting down on her knees, Melisandre looks up at me with pure devotion as she offers herself to me without hesitation. "As is the right of Azor Ahai reborn; the savior of this world, and champion of R'hllor made flesh."

Slightly behind me and to my right, I can practically feel Rhaella's eyes on me as she suddenly begins to grasp just what she's gotten her and her children into by coming to an island owned by a religious figure.

And I have to physically prevent my brow from twitching as everyone at the small dock stares at us.

Or, more specifically, the beautiful woman on her knees staring up at me devotedly, as another beautiful woman clings lovingly to my side while another equally attractive woman watches on.

…well, I expected this to happen sooner or later.

Might as well get it over with.

"Rise, Melisandre of Asshai." I command, using what I recall from the show to make myself seem more mystical as her eyes widen in surprise. "We have work to do…"

- END -

Author's Notes:

And that's Chapter 4!

Was Godwin feeling rather full of himself in thinking that he could handle Cersei's potential reaction to his sleeping with Rhaella like it was nothing? Absolutely. But that's what happens when you have powers like the ones R'hllor is giving you, and a limitless amount of wealth and a growing political power that others could only dream of having.

And while he's certainly dodged a bullet with Cersei's new… companion. That doesn't mean he's suddenly going to turn humble and not take risks like this again in the future, now that he's basically gotten away with it.

Power corrupts, after all; and absolute power corrupts absolutely.

And Godwin absolutely is being corrupted by his own power.

…but is that necessarily a bad thing?

Hope you all are still liking it so far! Thanks for checking out my story!