STORY TITLE: Reyne's Rebirth
PART: 06 of ? Weddings
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson ( )
DISTRIBUTION: , Questionable Questing, Hentai-Foundry, Archive of Our Own
DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, they all belong to George R.R. Martin and HBO
SUMMARY: The Lannisters believed they had destroyed the last of the Reyne family during their rebellion. But they were wrong, and in the aftermath of Prince Rhaegar's defeat of Robert Baratheon at the Trident, the last Reyne makes his plans to return.
FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster
CATEGORY: Harem
RELATIONSHIPS: Rhaegar/Lyanna, Rhaegar/Elia Martell, Ned Stark/Catelyn Stark, Aemon Targaryen/Arya Stark, Robb Stark/Rhaenys Targaryen, Randal Reyne (OC)/Daenerys Targaryen, Randal Reyne/Multiple Women
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: 7,952
SPOILERS: None, goes AU before Season One of Game of Thrones
NOTE ON CANON CHANGES: In addition to the initial change of Rhaegar's victory and the ripples from that, another major change is that, in this AU, the Reyne's and Tarbeck families had managed to rival the Lannister's in wealth, and held the debts of many noble families.
WARNINGS: If you've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect. Oral, anal, Femme-slash, dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest. Of course, since we are talking about the Targaryen's, incest as well.
MINOR NOTE ABOUT ROBIN ARRYN: On the TV show, Jon's son was named Robin, but in the books he was named Robert. I'm choosing to go with the book naming.
Private Dining Chamber
The Red Keep
The Next Morning
Sixth month, 302 AC
Ned shook his head with a smirk, as Robb and Aemon stumbled into the dining room. Both of them were looking severely worse for wear, which didn't surprise him, having seen the condition they were in when Ser Randal escorted them to bed the night before. It reminded him of some of the nights when he and Robert had gotten too deep into their cups, and still had to function the next morning.
Lord Jon Arryn had been just as amused then as he was now, and, remembering the conversation with Ser Randal from the night before, Ned turned and said, in a louder voice than necessary, "So, Ser Randal, did you sleep well?"
Robb and Aemon visibly winced, and Ned met Randal's eye - seeing his own amusement echoed there.
The younger man laughed, a bit louder than was polite, "I certainly did, but not as well as I will this evening, I'll wager." Randal turned to the badly hungover men and said, "How about you two, did you sleep well?"
Ned almost felt pity for the two idiots, since they looked almost green from the pain, and said in a softer voice, "I trust the two of you will be more aware of how much you are drinking in the future?"
When they nodded, he said, "Drink nothing but water for the next hour or so, it will help you feel better - and do your best to eat something, even the bread will make a difference. Because, the way the two of you look now, if Arya or Princess Rhaenys saw you? You wouldn't live to get to the Sept, am I understood?"
Ned could see they had the message, and turned to speak to Rhaegar, who was watching in bemusement. "Our two lads overestimated how much they could consume last night, and Ser Randal and I were demonstrating why that was a bad idea, especially with their brides anticipating a memorable wedding ceremony."
The King chuckled, "Ah, I recall a morning or two like that, and receiving a similar roasting. It's part of growing up, just a little more physically painful than most." Turning to Aegon, who winced in sympathy for Robb and Aemon, and Rhaegar said, "Remember what they look like, and learn from it. If you do, you'll prove yourself more intelligent than the rest of us when we were your age."
The Prince nodded emphatically and turned back to his breakfast - and if the young man had a slightly smug expression when he looked at Robb and Aemon, nobody said anything. He would learn what it felt like sooner or later, a first hangover was almost a required rite of passage for all men of Westeros.
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Randal watched the byplay with a slight smile, remembering the morning after the night that he and Larra had both gotten far drunker than they should have. It was the last time that happened, not only because of the pounding of their heads, but he had actually been too drunk to 'perform' in bed, and that had annoyed both of them.
He just hoped that Robb and Aemon had learned their lesson and limited their drinking at the wedding feast, because an annoyed Arya Stark was not something he really wanted to see - especially since he was really looking forward to having Daenerys in his bed, and didn't want to be distracted.
And if Rhaenys was disappointed, she just might try and crawl into his bed, and that was not something he was comfortable with, at all! If she wasn't going to be marrying Robb, things would be different. But bedding her, even if Robb claimed he didn't mind, would put a strain on the friendship that was developing with the younger man, and he would rather have Robb's strong arm at his side when needed than the pleasure of bedding his friend's wife.
Randal knew he was already going to be making enough enemies as it was, he didn't need to estrange an ally. Plenty of girls were going to find themselves in his and Dany's bed when the time was right, and he was satisfied with that.
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The Maidenvault
The same Time
Daenerys laughed at Elia's comment as her goodsister picked up a sausage from her plate, comparing it to what the three younger girls were going to have in their mouths later. Dany knew that Arya and Rhaenys already had plenty of experience with their husbands, but she didn't care, she was looking forward to kneeling in front of her Randal and showing him just how happy she was to be his wife!
Arya smirked, "Aemon is a lot bigger than that little thing, I wouldn't even feel something that small - would you, Dany?"
Dany grinned, "Not even if it was in my ass! The training toys were all much bigger than that, and I've been told that Randal is even bigger. I can't wait to find out!"
Rhaenys snorted and nodded, "That's why I was so disappointed when I saw Ser Jamie naked for the first time. I'd been expecting something I'd feel, not something the size of a baby finger. Oh well, Robb has more than enough to keep me happy, and just wait til Randal puts you over his knee, it makes it even better!"
"What training toys? Is that something you do here in the South? Aemon and I had the fun of figuring out things on our own. But yeah, the spanking is almost the best part, sometimes."
Dany started enthusiastically describing everything that Elia had taught her, with Rhaenys adding her comments - while Arya, Lady Catelyn and her goodsister Lyanna listened intently.
When they finished, Arya surprised them by looking at her mother and saying, "I think Sansa should have the same sort of training while she's here. She isn't as adventurous as I am, and the way I saw her and Aegon fumbling in a corner, she doesn't have any idea about anything."
Lady Elia actually looked surprised, "Really? When did that happen? I didn't think the two of them were that interested in each other yet."
Arya shrugged, "A couple of days ago, and Aegon looked pretty surprised, so it must have been new to them too."
Lady Catelyn and Elia took Arya off to the side of the room, so Dany didn't hear any more of the conversation, but she and Rhaenys shared a grin. The two of them were very fond of their new goodsister, but she had a habit of blurting things out when she shouldn't. It was obvious that Lady Catelyn wasn't quiet as relaxed about things as Lyanna and Elia. It must be a Northern thing. Actually, considering how odd Lysa Arryn was, it might be a Tully thing. Dany didn't much care, she was looking forward to getting naked with her husband and wasn't ashamed of the idea at all!
She was imagining the different things that she and Randal would be doing that night, and was wishing that she could find an excuse to slip away to take care of things, when she was distracted by Rhaenys leaning over and tapping her on the arm.
When she looked at her niece, Dany was intrigued by the mischief in the girl's eyes, but then Rhaenys softly said, "I know that you and Arya have played together, but what do you think about playing together in front of Robb and Randal after the bedding? I know that Robb loves watching me with another girl, and from what the serving girls are saying, so does your Randal. I bet they'd get really inspired watching us, don't you?"
Dany giggled; she could just picture the look on their men's faces, and ever since she'd started playing with Arya and her maids, she'd wondered what it would be like to be naked with her niece. She nodded excitedly, "Oh, that would be fun, but what about Aemon and Arya? I'm sure Arya would want to play too."
Rhaenys grinned, "She would, wouldn't she? I swear, she could be a Targaryen with her appetites! But, what if I invited Randal to join the two of us? Robb knows that I'd love to have both of them together - seven Hells, I'd even take on Aemon at the same time if he wanted."
Dany licked her lips as she pictured it; she knew that she and Randal would be having a lot of different girls in bed, and she would have to get used to watching him fuck them. But, would Robb or Aemon want to have her? She didn't like the idea of another man, even somebody like Aemon having her, now that she had her Randal.
She shook her head, "I don't know... if it was only you playing with us, I would like it, but won't Robb and Aemon expect to touch me and Arya?"
Rhaenys shrugged, "Maybe? But I don't think that Robb would touch Arya, they are brother and sister, and that's way too close to risk. I know that Father and Lord Stark were worried about Arya and Aemon before they discovered the prophecy, they're first cousins as well. But if it would make you uncomfortable to be with Robb or Aemon... I'll skip joining the two of you, at least for now. You're going to be staying here at least until you have your first babe, so there'll be plenty of time to think about the idea."
Dany really wasn't convinced she would ever be happy with the idea, but wanted to talk to Randal before saying anything. She didn't think that her husband would like the idea, since he didn't even like the idea of any of their future concubines being given to other men, so why would he like the idea of others having sex with his wife?
The bell chimed above them, signaling the end of breakfast, and she stood, she needed to get her hair and makeup done for her wedding! Hopefully there was enough time for Jasmine to help her out before she had to get ready, otherwise she was going to want to jump Randal as soon as she saw him!
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The Chamber of the Silent Sisters
The Great Sept of Baelor
Roughly the Same Time
Cersei knelt, her rough robes irritating her skin as she displayed the proper attitude during her morning devotions. After so many years, so many long bitter years, she knew exactly how to show the others what they expected to see. They were supposed to be offering silent prayers to the Stranger, but Cersei would never lower herself to pray to anything! She was a Lannister, and they were above any creation of a children's tale. Besides, she had plenty to occupy her thoughts while the rabble around her mewled their silent entreaties to the skies.
Cersei had heard the gossip of the Septas and Septons as she and the others performed their duties, about the return of one of those stinking Reyne's. And the story being spread about what her father had done when his family had rebelled was another stain on the family name. As if the name wasn't already stained by the damned dwarf being installed as 'Lord' of Casterly Rock! It was a wonder her home hadn't collapsed under the weight of drunkenness and orgies the little beast was no doubt holding. She had been willing to take exile like her father, but that stinking Targaryen had just looked at her and shook his head, sentencing her to this damned existence.
But Cersei already had plans for the King, oh yes - one day, she would see him dead, he and his whores and all their brats. She had learned, in the years since she was forced here, that certain items used to prepare the bodies would do fatal damage to a living person if they ate or drank even the slightest amount. It had taken time - but a pinch here, a pinch there, and eventually she had gathered quite a bit and hidden it in a special pouch inside her robes.
And since the gossip was that the Reyne boy had somehow gotten agreement to marry the King's sister, it wouldn't be difficult to ensure that he died as well. All that was needed was for someone in the Red Keep to die, and she could put her plans in motion.
And then - finally, she would be free of this stinking place, and she could burn it down and piss in the ashes! Cersei would find Jamie, and after fucking him until neither of them could walk, they would see to the dwarf - stuffing him head first in one of his wine barrels. He enjoyed the grape so much, let him drown in it!
The chimes rang, ending the morning devotions, and Cersei rose to her feet. Keeping an impassive look on her face, she walked to breakfast alongside Rohanne and Cyrelle, and wondered if she would tell Reyne before he died that two of his Tarbeck aunts had survived and were forced into the Sisters? It would just add to the boy's misery as he died, and Cersei liked the idea of increasing his suffering.
Cersei had no idea that, acting on a suggestion by Randal, the King had set his Spider to watching her - and her plans were going to be upset in a major way.
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The Great Sept of Baelor
Late Afternoon
The High Septon had, finally, completed his prayers, and why did the old man have to recite them three separate times? Did he believe that the gods wouldn't realize that there were three couples being married without the fool telling them?
But at last he was finished, and the King was escorting Daenerys to him, while Lord Stark was escorting Arya, and Aegon was walking with Rhaenys to the front of the altar. Randal's eyes flicked to either side, and saw that both Robb and Aemon had recovered from the hangovers and were standing steadily as their brides approached.
Aegon walked forward with his sister the Princess, and Robb surreptitiously tugged on his tunic before stepping forward, taking Rhaenys' arm and facing the Septon. Aegon removed the cloak from Rhaenys, and Robb put his cloak over her shoulders before saying their vows. There was some sort of significance to the different cloaks, and Randal was willing to abide by it, but he didn't understand why it was such an important part of the ceremony.
But then, he was still a Braavosi at heart, even though he was loyal to the King\ - and would prefer to do things they way they did in the Free Cities.
The same thing happened with Aemon and Arya, since Aemon was the King's son, and they went through the same thing - and now it was time for he to marry his Daenerys, at last!
Randal stepped forward from between the statues of the Mother and Father, and was face to face with his bride. He could see the excitement and happiness shining in Dany's eyes, and he gave her a soft smile before looking at the King. Even though the two of them had developed a friendly enough relationship, Randal could see the warning in the King's gaze, promising that he would regret ever hurting his sister. Since Randal had no intention of hurting her, he was able to meet the King's eyes steadily.
This seemed to satisfy Rhaegar, because he gave a slight nod and stepped back.
The High Septon spoke, "You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection."
Randal took the House Targaryen cloak off of Dany's shoulders and handed it to the King as he had been directed, and picked up the House Reyne cloak that he had made for him. Putting the cloak over Daenerys's shoulders, he turned to stand beside her and took her hand as they face the High Septon.
The man spoke once again, "My lords, my ladies, we stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife. One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever."
The High Septon stepped forward and held out a white ribbon, which he wrapped around their clasped hands, before tying it in a knot. His voice carried throughout the Sept as he intoned "Let it be known that Daenerys of House Targaryen and Randal of House Reyne are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder."
Even as skeptical of these things as Randal was, he could almost swear that he felt something touching him as the High Septon spoke - and from the way Daenerys's hand tightened her grip on his, she felt something as well. That was interesting.
The High Septon then announced, "In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity." He removed the ribbon from their hands at that point, and spoke to the two of them, "Look upon each other and say the words."
In unison, he and Daenerys recited, "Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger..."
And then, looking into Dany's eyes Randal said, "I am hers and she is mine. From this day, until the end of my days," as Dany recited her vows, "I am his and he is mine. From this day, until the end of my days."
After saying the vows, Randal spoke in a strong clear voice, his eyes holding hers, "With this kiss, I pledge my love."
Leaning down, his lips met Dany's as she lifted her face to him, and he had to restrain himself from taking her in his arms and claiming her right then and there! The kiss was brief, but he poured all of his passion into it, and Dany trembled against him - just as eager as he was, with a promise of more to come later tonight.
Breaking the kiss, the two of them turned to face the gathered audience, and the applause was tremendous.
Randal noticed that Robb and Rhaenys and Aemon and Arya had broken their kiss as well, and while Arya looked smug, Aemon looked a little flustered. Robb and Rhaenys weren't paying attention to anyone else, and Dany was snuggling against him, smiling widely.
After the applause quieted, the King announced that the Wedding Feast would be held at the Red Keep in two hours to give everyone time to refresh themselves from the journey.
Randal didn't care if they skipped the feast, and from the look in Daenerys's eyes, she felt the same way. But they really could do with some food, it had been a long time since breakfast, and he was sure that they would be using a lot of energy before they slept.
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The Red Keep
Feast Hall
Early Evening
The hall was noisy and crowded, the tables groaning with the weight of the roasts and other meats, and Ned was very glad he wasn't the one having to pay for all of this! But then, if they hadn't combined the weddings - well, it would have been a lot worse.
Ned caught the King's eye and lifted his goblet in silent salute; the ceremonies had gone off without any problem, and even the more hidebound families had nothing to complain about in the way the three couples did their part. He'd heard a little grumbling from a few of his bannermen that had made the journey, but telling them of the prophecy about the Dragonwolf and the Wolf-maiden's children quieted them down quickly. None of them wanted to stand in the way of a genuine prophecy, especially when they were worried about whatever was happening on the other side of the Wall.
Ned hadn't heard anything more from Benjen, and the last report the King had received was that Ser Jamie and his squadron were approaching Winterfell. And it was still nearly two weeks travel from the Keep to Castle Black, blast it! Hopefully, there would be a raven from one of them in the morning. He was getting concerned about what was happening, and it didn't feel right that he was feasting when the North was in danger!
Ned was drawn from his black thoughts by Catelyn nudging him, and she said quietly, "Put a smile on your face, husband - people are noticing your scowl, and might start thinking you disapprove of the wedding."
Obediently putting a smile on his face, Ned murmured, "Of course, yet another reminder why I'm glad to stay in the North. At least there your enemies come openly, with a blade or a bow, not honeyed words and a dagger in the back!"
Catelyn laughed, honestly amused. "How in the name of the Seven did you and Robert ever survive in the Vale? They scheme just as much there, as they do in Kings Landing, do they not?"
Ned lifted his mug, "Even worse, but we could usually find an excuse to be out and about, so the schemers didn't get much chance to get their hooks in either of us. Although there were some rumors about Robert for a while before the arrangement with Lyanna. I could never get him to talk about it, but there was talk that Robert had actually married a girl and had a daughter. The girl supposedly died in childbirth, but nobody seemed to know if the daughter survived - or where she would be now, if she ever even existed. I asked Jon - the King's Hand - if he knew anything, but Robert never confided in him either."
Catelyn looked greatly surprised, "I know that Robert Baratheon had a lot of 'adventures', but he actually wed one of the many women he bedded? I didn't think your friend would allow anything to keep him from his whores."
Ned winced, "That dishonors his memory, Cat - Robert was actually no worse or no better than most men, at least in the beginning. It was after the rumors of a trueborn daughter started floating about that he seemed to change. Drinking and whoring a great deal, until Father arranged the betrothal between he and Lyanna. He actually cut down on his drinking then, but when the whole mess with the King and Lyanna blew up, it started again." He sighed, "I honestly believe that Lyanna and Rhaegar sent ravens to all of us, but still I ask you, what happened to them? If we'd gotten word of the truth, so much pain and death could have been avoided."
Catelyn looked at him silently, before simply turning back to her dinner.
Damn it, this is supposed to be a happy occasion, Ned grumbled to himself - so why was he dwelling on the distant past? Taking another gulp of his ale, he looked over at Arya and Aemon, who were looking at each other and smiling more than they were eating... he just hoped that his daughter could keep herself under control, until they got to the bedding chamber.
Of course, those two were the soul of decorum compared to Robb and his new good-daughter; Rhaenys clearly had her hand in Robb's lap, and from the look of concentration on Robb's face, she was doing a fine job of 'distracting' him.
At least Ser Randal and Princess Daenerys were behaving properly, but that was more due to the fact that Ser Randal knew he was being watched by more than half the guests here. They were the ones that owed those old debts to the Reyne's, no doubt, and were waiting for the hammer to drop. Ned wondered how many of those families would find themselves with a daughter in Ser Randal's bed, before it was all said and done?
Personally, Ned still was extremely uncomfortable with the young man's plans, even though it was supposedly not unheard of outside of Westeros as a way to repay a debt. He and the others had expressed their concerns, and at least Reyne had a reasonable plan to protect the women and children's reputations - so he let it go, at least for now.
Still, if Ned had found himself in the same situation as young Reyne - say if Benjen had been killed back during the war, before the marriage to Catelyn and Robb's birth - would he have felt the same desire to restore his House, using the same method?
Ned didn't feel comfortable asking himself that. There were some questions a Northman didn't dwell on, and that was one of them.
Finally the feast was over, and he took Catelyn to the dance floor, putting the unpleasant thoughts away for the night.
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Randal smiled down at the woman in his arms, holding Dany loosely as they moved through the steps of the dance. It was getting toward the end of the feasting, and they were both anticipating what was going to happen very soon. The two of them had drank sparingly of the wine, as had the other two couples, but they were the only ones. Even the King had been indulging himself through the evening, to the amusement of his wives.
Randal was more than a little curious about a comment that Daenerys had made as they had left the Great Sept, though - something about an idea of Rhaenys'. He hoped that it wasn't what he thought it was, because he hadn't changed his mind about having his wife's niece in his bed. The complications would be far too severe for the momentary pleasure spreading the girl's legs would bring.
Whatever it was, Dany didn't seem unhappy, just a little nervous. But there were other reasons for nerves - especially since, training aside, this was going to be very new to her. Randal was determined to make sure his bride got as much pleasure as he could give her, just like he did with Larra and the serving maids who had come to his bed.
When Randal finally had Cersei Lannister under his control, then he could indulge some of his less... pleasant desires.
When the song ended, Dany smiled up at him and said, "I'm going to mingle for a little while, why don't you do the same? Who knows what sort of interesting information we might find?"
Randal laughed briefly before pulling her close for a kiss, and then released her. His lady wife was correct, there was much to do before the bedding. Lifting his goblet, Randal took a small sip before heading to the guest tables.
Randal hadn't made it very far, when an older woman waved for his attention. It took only a few seconds to recognize Lady Anya Waynwood of the Vale, and he turned toward their table.
The older woman stood and waited for him to arrive, and after a brief greeting said, "Lord Reyne, I won't keep you long - this is a night for celebration, not business. But I want you to know that House Waynwood acknowledges the debt we still owe House Reyne, and will honor that debt without question."
Randal smiled, "I had no doubt that you would, Lady Waynwood; your House's honor is well known, and I look forward to having a friendly discussion with you before you return to the Vale."
Lady Waynwood nodded in agreement. "We will be staying for a few days to speak with Lord Arryn, but will wait on your pleasure, Lord Reyne."
Randal bowed slightly, "Until then, Lady Waynwood. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to mingle with the other guests. Hopefully, those conversations will be as pleasant as this one."
The older woman's lips twitched slightly, and Randal could see the amusement in her eyes before she said, "Hope is a wonderful thing, and even better when fulfilled, my Lord. It happens so... rarely."
There was nothing Randal could say to that, because he knew that most of the other Houses wouldn't be as reasonable as the Waynwoods.
Sadly, he was proven correct, although Lady Olenna Tyrell wasn't quite as starchy as he had expected; the Queen of Thorns certainly lived up to her reputation, though. The crone's tongue was just as sharp, and openly disrespectful, as he'd heard. Randal was looking forward to negotiating with the old woman, age certainly hadn't dimmed her wits in the slightest.
Randal also spent time speaking with members of several other Houses, ones that didn't owe his family any debt - and he found that several of them seemed prepared to be friendly, so he made note of those Houses. Allies and potential vassals would never be something to be scorned, after all.
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The King was watching the dancing with a slight smile on his face. The couples were all either dancing or mingling, and neither Rhaenys or Arya had done anything even slightly scandalous so far. Which no doubt relieved the servants who had been grumbling about finding them in various parts of the Keep.
His sister and new goodbrother seemed to be doing more mingling than dancing, but that wasn't a surprise; Daenerys had always been very good at getting people to open up to her, and Ser Randal had a lot of people wanting to talk to him anyway, so who knows what sort of information he would pick up?
Checking the time, Rhaegar was preparing to close out the evening - when an angry oath from his Hand made him pause and look at the man. Lord Jon was looking across the hall where, half in shadows, the Master of Coin was watching the events. Although... his attention seemed to be focused on the Head Table, where Ned and Catelyn were watching the dancing.
Rhaegar's eyes narrowed, what was the Master of Whores playing at? With Lysa out of his reach, was Petyr Baelish planning on trying to entice the other Tully sister?
Seeing Lord Arryn about to rise and challenge the man, Rhaegar put out his hand, stopping him. When the older man was about to say something, the King spoke softly in his ear. "This is not the time or place for a confrontation, my Lord Hand. But still, Baelish does need to be dealt with, I don't like the way he's been acting recently. Take two absolutely trustworthy guards and have Baelish brought to the Black Cells. It's time we discover exactly what he is up to."
A savage smile flashed across his Hand's face, and Lord Jon nodded, "Of course, Your Grace. By your leave?"
The King nodded, thinking. He would need to speak to Ser Randal in the morning, or whenever he left the chambers to appoint him Master of Coin. The appointment would need to be kept quiet, until Littlefinger left this world and his body destroyed, but (hopefully) Lord Reyne would be able to perform the duties quite well after an adjustment period.
Rhaegar knew he would need to ensure that the questioner found out everything Baelish had done since he arrived, the man had accumulated too much power, too quickly when he first arrived from the Vale. And Rhaegar was certain that the power was not being used to benefit the kingdom, unless it also benefited Petyr Baelish.
At least he knew what Ser Randal's plans were, and while some people would have objections, the King wasn't hypocrite enough to think he wouldn't find a way to do the same thing if he were in a similar situation.
But Rhaegar would give the questioner time to do his work, right now - there was a feast to conclude, and time to enjoy his wives before dealing with Littlefinger.
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Free City of Braavos
Earlier that Day
Larra Baratheon looked at the remaining members of her sellsword company with a grim smile. From the nearly 60 candidates that first showed up, she had 25 that had made it through the first weeks of training, and that was enough for a decent cadre. In time, most of the 25 would have a squad of their own, trained and drilled to the same standard, and then they would be a suitable force.
The company was lined up neatly, waiting to draw their week's pay, and she saw the look of pleased surprise on their faces when they discovered the increase. Raising her voice, Larra said, "Yes, you've improved enough that you earned that extra money. But if you let yourselves get sloppy, or do anything to embarrass the company, that money can be taken back! Do you understand me, you bastards?"
There was an immediate shout of agreement, and her men and women walked off, all of them standing taller and walking with a purpose, a far cry from the rabble who had showed up that first morning.
Turning to Syrio Forel and her sub-commanders, Larra saw that the four of them were looking equally satisfied, and she said, "Okay, first round is on me! Then we need to get back to work."
This was the normal procedure now, after the company was dismissed - the five of them would share a drink, and then Syrio would drill the four of them for another two hours. Larra was determined that anyone who served as an officer in her company would be twice as hard, twice as capable as any other member of the company. A few of the company had watched as the officers drilled, and the word spread quickly. There was virtually no discipline problems once the word got around.
Tinya had settled into being Larra's second in command quite easily, and Barron and Jespon accepted it without question. The woman was better with her blade than either of them, and when they discovered that Tinya spent her nights in Larra's bed, they just shrugged and grinned, not saying anything.
Both of the men were married with families of their own, so they were just happy to have honest work that paid as well as it did. Larra had met their families already, and had acquired a puppy - Jespon's seven year old daughter - who thought Commander Larra was wonderful, and was already pestering her father for a practice sword.
The five of them chatted lightly, with Larra sharing what Randal had written about the progress rebuilding Castamere, and other subjects, just developing a level of comfort with each other. They needed to know each other as well as they knew themselves in order to function as officers. That was something that the Former First Sword had drilled them in from the beginning.
All of them knew who Larra's father was, but it didn't make any difference to them - since the Rebellion didn't have any impact on the Free Cities. Although Barron had nodded in understanding when she mentioned her mother dying giving birth, because the same thing had happened to him.
Finishing her tankard, Larra stood, and the others followed her and Syrio back to the courtyard for their training. It didn't surprise Larra that there were three members of the company standing against the wall watching, they were the same three who had first discovered them, and were usually there, paying close attention. She had discussed the three of them with her officers, and it was agreed that they would be given a chance to become the officers for the next members of the company, once they expanded their numbers.
Larra and the others gave their audience a nod, but then it was time for business.
Raising his blade, the First Sword of Braavos was among them, and then - they were fighting for their lives!
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The Red Keep
Feast Hall
Later
Daenerys' smile widened when her brother the King stood at the head table, and announced it was time for the bedding! She had been soaking her small-clothes for hours in anticipation, and now it was finally time. She didn't mind the men surrounding her and tugging at her clothes - she was expecting it and knew that, no matter how drunk they were, they wouldn't go too far.
Not if they wanted to keep their heads attached, with her brother standing right there watching!
Dany was more interested in watching Margery Tyrell, Arianne Martell and the other girls she had made time to talk to. The girls were just drunk enough to want gossip, and she was happy to tell them everything she had heard from her serving girls, and they were all squirming in their seats by the time she was finished. Of course, they probably would all get to experience it for themselves, since their families owed very large debts to the Reyne family - and no sane Lord or Lady would ever pay that amount of gold, and likely bankrupt their House!
Honestly, Dany was really looking forward to having the Tyrell daughter's tongue in her pussy while her husband planted a baby in the girl's belly. And from the way the Martell girl reacted to part of the story, she wouldn't need to be coaxed into holding her ass cheeks open for her husband's cock.
Not that any of them would avoid the experience, Dany was certain that Randal would have all of them on their bellies and fucking them senseless. That was something Dany was really looking forward to experiencing for herself, and had been since the first time Imra and Jasmine told her about just how good her new husband was.
Her dress was finally off, leaving her in just her small-clothes, and Dany suddenly felt a hand groping her butt! Looking over her shoulder, she glared at whoever it was - only to see her nephew Aegon smirking at her. Her glare dropped to a low scowl and she just shook her head, she should have known that her nephew would get involved. But was Sansa one of the women surrounding Randal?
Yes, there she was, but Ned Stark's daughter was holding back a little. Very well,- that wasn't a problem, the Starks weren't on the list of families they were interested in.
Oh, you nasty girl! Dany saw how Lady Margaery actually worked her hand into her husband's pants, and stroked his cock! That one was going to get a spanking before they bedded her, and maybe even again afterward for that.
Finally! The doors to the Feast Hall closed behind them, and the bedding chambers were right in front of them. But, what was going on? There were three doors, so why were they gathered at the first one? They can't all be that drunk, could they?
Daenerys got her answer very quickly, as she was lifted up over the heads of the men carrying her, and passed through the doorway, only to see Randal, Arya, Aemon, Robb and Rhaenys standing in the room, all of them nearly nude, and then the door slammed closed and locked behind them.
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Rhaenys was the first to move, a smile on her face. She reached back and opened her bra, tossing it to the side and then pulled off her small-clothes. Turning to Robb, she said, "It's not like we've never had an audience before, and the door won't be unlocked until sunrise, anyway. I'm not going to wait that long!"
With that, Rhaenys knelt down and tugged Robb's cock free, licking her lips. "Mmm!"
Arya grinned, "She's right, you know, and at least we won't be interrupted this time!" Getting rid of the remains of her clothing, she grabbed Aemon by the hand and sat him in a chair, spreading his legs as she knelt down.
Randal was watching Daenerys's reaction, and was happy to see she was tugging her own clothing off - so he reached out and took her by the hand, leading her to the only bed in the room. He had already removed the last of his clothes, being naked in front of the others didn't bother him in the slightest, and Arya and Rhaenys were both attractive women - but truth be told, his attention was on the woman in front of him.
Daenerys stood by the bed, her head up as she watched him, and Randal took his time looking at her beauty - and she was beautiful, there was no denying it. Meeting her eyes, he whispered, "Perfection my lady wife, you are absolute perfection."
Dany smiled, but there was a slight blush from the top of her breasts to her face. Taking her in his arms, Randal pulled her against him, his mouth capturing hers in a kiss that held all the passion he felt for her. She opened her mouth to his tongue and he slipped between her lips, their tongues dueling until she submitted.
Randal kissed Dany for a moment or two longer, before pulling back. Looking her in the eyes, he said, "We have all night, my lady, plus many nights to follow. I'm going to let you guide me tonight, what is your heart's desire?"
There would be countless nights to show her the joy of submitting, but this was Dany's first true experience at being with a man - and Randal wanted to make sure she enjoyed everything they did together. He was even willing to use his mouth to pleasure her, if that's what she wanted.
But his wife seemed to have other ideas, because Dany grinned at him, and lowered herself to her knees, her small hand wrapped around his cock.
Giving her a smile, and uncaring of the other four people in the chamber, Randal sat back on the bed and spread his legs open wide, giving her room to move. Dany's eyes were wide with excitement, and her tongue came out and licked his cock from the base all the way to the bulb. Her hands were busy gently fondling his balls as she took him in her mouth.
Damnation! Randal knew that he wasn't going to last long, not after being alone the night before and spending all day anticipating tonight, but he was going to do his best.
Trying to distract himself, Randal looked at the other couples - and saw that Robb was laying back on the furs covering the floor, with Rhaenys between his legs, her head bobbing as her fingers played between her legs. Wanton woman, that one.
Looking over at Arya, she had climbed onto Aemon's lap and was fucking herself on his cock while watching Robb and Rhaenys, her hands busy playing with her tits and Aemon rubbing her pussy as he watched over her shoulder. Randal could not help thinking Aemon's wife was equally wanton...
Dany grabbed his attention as she locked her lips around his cock and started sucking. She had one hand between her own legs as she took him deeper into her mouth, and Randal could feel the pressure building in his balls, he was very close! Managing to tap her on the shoulder, she surprised him - because, instead of taking him from her mouth, she lowered herself even further and tilted her head back, taking his cock all the way into her throat!
By all that gods everywhere! None of the other girls he'd been with had been able to do that, and so Randal lost all control, his balls tightening as he swelled in her mouth. Dany's fingers were pumping her pussy wildly as she started swallowing, taking the first load easily, before the second was too much and she pulled back, letting him hit her tongue before swallowing.
Dany's hands came up and wrapped around his cock as she released him from her mouth, but she pointed the head at her open lips and pumped his cock wildly - taking the final burst in her open mouth and showing him the cum resting on her tongue before she tilted her head again and let his seed roll down her throat.
Randal stared at her in disbelief, a wide smile on his face as his wife licked his softening cock clean. Climbing back to her feet, Dany walked over to the night table and poured a small cup of water that she used to rinse out her mouth. She was smiling widely as she came back to him, and so Randal reached out and pulled her into his arms, giving her a quick kiss.
"That was wonderful, Dany - and now, my love? I'm going to pleasure you. It's going to be a little while before I'm ready to give you what you really want, but for now, climb up onto my lab and spread your legs."
Dany didn't question him, just climbing up on the bed and straddling his lap. Putting one arm around her and pulling her close, Randal's free hand slipped between her legs and started rubbing her swollen lips. The tip of his finger entered her easily, lightly rubbing her inner walls and drawing sighs of pleasure from her throat.
Sliding deeper, Randal added a second finger and moved them around, touching more of the sensitive flesh and making her tighten around him. Dany wriggled against his hand, the sighs changing pitch as she started breathing heavier. As he worked a third finger into her pussy, his thumb was seeking her clitoris and rubbing around it, the sighs turning to a whine of need as her arms wrapped around him.
Dany's eyes were now wild with lust, and Randal knew she was on the edge of hitting her own peak, so he curled his fingers inside her as he pressed down on her nub. She immediately stiffened against him, and a cry of pure joy tore from her lips as her eyes rolled back in her head. Dany shuddered as her pussy clenched around his fingers, before collapsing against him bonelessly, a huge smile on her face.
End Chapter Six