STORY TITLE: Reyne's Rebirth

PART: 07 of ?
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson ( )
DISTRIBUTION: , Questionable Questing, Hentai-Foundry, Archive of Our Own
DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, they all belong to George R.R. Martin and HBO
SUMMARY: The Lannisters believed they had destroyed the last of the Reyne family during their rebellion. But they were wrong, and in the aftermath of Prince Rhaegar's defeat of Robert Baratheon at the Trident, the last Reyne makes his plans to return.

FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster
CATEGORY: Harem

RELATIONSHIPS: Rhaegar/Lyanna, Rhaegar/Elia Martell, Randal Reyne/Daenerys Targaryen, Randal Reyne/Daenerys Targaryen/Multiple Women
RATING: NC-17

WORD COUNT: 8,415
SPOILERS: None, goes AU prior to Season One of Game of Thrones

WARNINGS: If you've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect. Oral, anal, Femme-slash, dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest. Of course, since we are talking about the Targaryen's, incest as well.

AUTHORS NOTES: Since I haven't been able to find the distances between the Trident and the Tower of Joy, or other locations, consider the whole thing a Meereenese Knot and don't worry too much about it.

BETA'D BY: Starway Man

The Martell Quarters

The Red Keep

After The Wedding

Sixth month, 302 AC

Doran Nymeros Martell sat at the desk within his temporary solar, his canes beside him, as he went over the records he had brought with him... after word reached him of the survival of the Reyne's.

It was the fourth time he had assessed the loan from all those decades ago, and the interest that had accrued over the last 42 years, and so - quite naturally - Doran scowled. The initial debt of 400 gold dragons would be easy enough to pay, but the damned contract his mother had signed required the payment of the interest before the principal money would be considered repaid .

Forty years' worth of interest added up to nearly 8,000 dragons, and if Reyne demanded all that be repaid in coin - that would break House Martell completely!

Of course, Doran knew that the Martell's were only one of the Great Houses who chose not to do business with the Lannisters way back when, so the Reyne's were owed a lot more than just his debt. Doran was more than a little tempted to talk to Oberyn about arranging a duel with the boy, and get rid of him - but the rumors going around about Reyne's network of informants, courtesy of his Tarbeck mother no doubt, and the suggestion that information would be released if he was harmed… well, it made Doran decide to hold off on that option.

Nobody wanted all their dirty secrets to come out into the open, after all.

And the conversation Doran and his brother had had with Elia was also to be considered, since his younger sister was very fond of Ser Randal, and apparently so was the King - since he allowed the man to marry his young sister. The Prince of Dorne did wonder about the flicker of amusement in Elia's eyes when he mentioned making payments on the debt, but she wouldn't say anything.

It was just so annoying that he knew so little about the Reyne newcomer - Doran disliked not having the information needed when he was facing a potential adversary.

From what he'd been able to learn, the young man was raised in Essos, although he was trained in Westerosi manners and customs. So would he react as a Braavosi, or a man of the Seven Kingdoms? Although from the gossip his maids had picked up, Reyne also seemed to enjoy a rather Dornish attitude about the bedding of willing women, since the two that regularly shared his bed, sometimes together, were more than usually enthusiastic about his prowess.

Doran approved of that much - the other Kingdoms were so ridiculously prudish about sex, after all.

Randal also, from what he'd seen at the wedding and later on the feast, was extremely fond of his new wife, and she of him, so it wasn't a typical political marriage. Otherwise, Doran might have considered an arrangement for Arianne, since she seemed extremely interested in the young man.

Doran smirked to himself for a moment, maybe he should make a royal offer? The King certainly couldn't object to the boy having a second wife, seeing as he had two himself - and Arianne seemed to take after her uncle, since she didn't seem to care about the gender of her lovers. It would also take her out of the line of succession, since she really didn't have the temperament to rule.

Seven Hells, Oberyn's paramour Ellaria Sand would make a more suitable Princess of Dorne than Arianne!

Doran quickly shook his head, dismissing that at once. No, not even the Dornish people would accept Ellaria as Princess, even if Oberyn married her - she was the Bastard of Hellholt, after all, and not even of Martell blood. It was an amusing thought, but not worth considering seriously.

Doran paused, as a thought occurred to him - the Reyne boy was also the last of the Tarbeck's, and would probably want to re-establish that House as well…

Doran sat back in his chair, considering the idea. There was precedent for that, if a Great House was on the brink of extinction - not recently, of course… but it had been done long ago, and the Faith was always willing to grant a dispensation for a suitable donation of gold…

Yes, that did have possibilities - but Doran knew he would need to meet with the young man to discuss the debt, and find out if Reyne was willing to be reasonable. He would give it another couple of days, let him enjoy bedding his new wife before sending him a message.

Putting the records away in his case, Doran picked up his canes and pushed the chair back. Levering himself to his feet, he cursed the gout that kept him from moving properly as he hobbled toward his bedchamber.

Doran briefly paused as he passed the door to Arianne's chambers, hearing the sound of two separate women's voices moaning in pleasure. Shaking his head in annoyance, the Prince of Dorne continued making his way to his bed.

Maybe he'd been too hasty about Ellaria, after all...

The Bedding Chamber

Immediately After Last Chapter

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.

Dany 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.

Randal smiled at his wife, leaning down to press a soft kiss on her lips, before he lay back on the bed with Daenerys in his arms, lost in pleasure. He let her enjoy the feelings while he watched his goodbrothers and sisters enjoying themselves while he recovered from the shock of his virginal wife taking him completely in his throat.

Randal grinned as he watched Robb move to the other chair in the room, and had Rhaenys draped over his lap, with her soaking cunt clearly visible as he spanked her vigorously. From the moans and cries coming from his wife's throat, she was not even close to objecting to the treatment, especially since Robb had the fingers of his free hand plunging between her lips.

Randal was rather amused to watch Robb's wife actually climax from being spanked - he thought that was just a quirk of Larra's, but apparently not.

Glancing over at Aemon and Arya, the two of them were taking a breather and watching Robb and Rhaenys as well, much to Randal's surprise. Arya had her legs spread as she straddled Aemon's lap, her fingers lightly stroking herself as she watched, an eager expression on her face.

Randal wouldn't have put any gold on Arya not being in a similar position, before the doors were eventually unlocked.

It was Rhaenys' noisy climax that pulled Dany from her reverie, and she watched for a few moments with an amused smile, before she shifted in his arms and looked up at him. "Thank you for the wonderful pleasure you gave me, husband, but now I'm ready to give you the rest of me. Take me, make me your wife, please?"

Randal chuckled at the way she said it, but it was clear that his innocent (or nearly so) wife was ready to be fucked and he was more than happy to oblige! Rolling over onto his back, he lifted her so she was laying on top of him, his cock rubbing against her virgin opening.

Dany looked at him, a confused expression in her eyes, and so Randal softly said, "The other girls have done this before, so they can easily handle being taken roughly. If I did that to you for your first time, it would be very uncomfortable. Just lower yourself down on me, let your body adjust to being stretched, you will enjoy it far more."

Dany smiled shyly, and so Randal grinned, "Besides, in this position it will be much easier for me to kiss my lady wife."

Dany's eyes lit up, and her smile widened, "I'd like that, husband, I'd like that a great deal!" Without another word, she sat up, spreading her legs so she straddled his hips and lifted herself up, reaching down to grip his cock and hold it steady as she lowered herself onto him.

Randal kept watching Dany's expression as she gave a soft hiss at being stretched, but there was no discomfort in her eyes as she took him into her pussy. He had to force himself to lay still and let his wife set the pace, however much he wanted to pull her down on his cock and start moving. Dany was hardly the first virgin he'd bedded, and it always ensured the girl a better experience doing it this way.

It was a struggle, but the look of satisfaction on Dany's face when Randal was completely buried inside her made it completely worth it.

Dany started moving, lifting up and sliding down, her hand rubbing her pussy as she fucked herself on his cock. When she was completely relaxed, Randal reached up and put his hands on her shoulders, pulling her down so her breasts were pressing against his chest. Rolling over so she was on her back, Dany automatically lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips as he started thrusting into her.

Dany moaned loudly as she moved with him, taking him deeper. Her breath was getting shorter, and she worked a hand between them, rubbing her pussy as he fucked her, drawing out a throaty moan. Randal shifted slightly so he was touching different places inside her, making her babble as her cunt tightened around him.

It was easy to see that his wife was on the verge of cumming, so Randal sped up his movements, leaning down to claim her mouth as they moved together.

Daenerys was shuddering under him, her hands coming up and holding his head as she returned his kiss with a desperate passion - until she finally broke the kiss, crying out as she came, "Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssss! Ooh yes, yesssssssssssssss! Fuck me, husband, you're making me cummmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" before falling back on the bed, her head lolling from side to side as she panted, an expression of absolute happiness on her face.

Randal slowed his thrusts, letting her enjoy the afterglow. His entire focus was on his wife, feeling absurdly happy that he had been able to give her such pleasure for her first time. Eventually her eyes cleared and she looked up at him, smiling happily before pulling him down for another kiss. They were both really enjoying the closeness, until the others in the room made their presence known, damn them!

The cheers and applause jerked them out of their private little world, and Randal was pleased to see a look of irritation on Dany's face as she glared at Rhaenys and Arya, who were the loudest.

But then Dany looked up at him, a mischievous look on her face, and she said, clearly enough for the others to hear, "If these idiots really enjoy watching as you pleasure me, husband, then we should give them what they want. The oil is on the table beside us, let them see what I look like as I take you in my ass!"

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Daenerys was really looking forward to this! After Randal had made her feel so wonderful, she had no doubt that he would make sure she enjoyed taking him in her ass just as much! And then she would get to enjoy the looks of shock and envy on the other girls' faces, having the nerve to interrupt the tender moment between she and her husband!

It had been something of a shock to feel that Randal was still hard inside her. Imra and Jasmine hadn't mentioned that during their bath and playtime, but she wasn't unhappy about that at all, oh no - it just meant that she didn't have to wait to enjoy what she had fantasized about from the first time her goodsister had introduced the idea in her training.

It was clear that Randal was looking forward to this just as much as her, from the look of excitement in his eyes as he pulled out of her stretched pussy and reached for the bottle of oil.

Remembering her training, Dany rolled over on her belly and grabbed a pillow, sliding it under her hips to make it easier for both of them. She eagerly reached back and held herself open for him, and sighed as he dribbled a little bit of the oil between her ass cheeks, his thumb rubbing it around her tight hole, relaxing the muscle. And then she felt the tip of Randal's finger pressing against her, pushing slowly until it finally popped in, and she moaned in pleasure, it was already feeling wonderful and it was only going to get better!

"Yes husband, get me ready to put your beautiful cock in my virgin ass, it belongs to you!" Dany called out, just to annoy the others, which made Randal chuckle as his finger slid deeper into her hole, moving around and stretching her for a second finger.

Ohhhh! Dany released her hold on her ass cheeks, since Randal was working his third finger into her, and she moved her hand under her and started fingering herself, getting her even more excited than she already was.

Dany had three fingers pumping into her swollen pussy as Randal slipped his little finger through her ring, and she moaned loudly, "Yesssssssssss! It feels so good, and your cock will feel even better husband, fill me please!

Dany whined slightly when Randal pulled his fingers out, but then she felt the head of his cock pushing through the stretched muscle and she held her breath, only to release with a gasp as her husband popped through and the sphincter muscles closed around him. The pressure and fullness was incredible, he was so much larger than the toy she had practiced with, and it felt even better!

Randal had paused to let her adjust to the feeling, and Dany moaned, "I'm ready, my love, fill my ass, give me what I've been dreaming of!"

As soon as the words left her lips Dany felt Randal moving forward, until he was completely inside her, and the last coherent thought was that she was right, she loved it!

Randal pulled back until just the cock head was inside her - and then he pushed forward, his hips slapping against her ass, and Dany heard herself moaning encouragement, moving back against him to take more of his cock. Her fingers were busy in her pussy, and she could feel his cock through the wall as he plunged into her.

By now, everything else had faded away, it was only her and him, and the wonderful way Randal was filling her up completely, and a part of her was giggling with anticipation of talking to her maids and comparing experiences. And then the three of them would take turns using their mouths on her husband, driving him out of his mind with desire, since she had taught both girls how to take him into their throats!

They had been told not to show it, to let her be the first to demonstrate the skill, but they were both really looking forward to it. Sharing something so intimate with her maids had actually brought all three of them even closer, and Dany was actually considering asking Randal if he would be willing to give the girls a child...

Yes, baseborn children didn't have an easy or even worthwhile life - Dany knew that, as the royal tutors had made such things abundantly clear to her, growing up. But she was confident her husband could come up with something to lessen or even avoid that horrible stigma. She would wait until after she was pregnant, of course, but she was sure both girls would welcome a child to bring them even closer to her and Randal.

Still, that was a question for later, as Randal's hand had joined hers in fingering her pussy, and his thumb had found her clit!

Oh, oh, he's rubbing my clit and the fingers inside meare touching me so wonderfully well, I'm, I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmmmminggggggggggggggggggg!

Dany thought she heard a woman's voice shouting for her husband to fuck her harder, but it wasn't important, even when she realized it was her own voice exhorting Randal to pound her ass like she worked on the Street of Silk.

Quite frankly, Dany was just feeling too wonderful to care about that, especially when Randal's cock got even bigger inside her, and she felt his boiling seed flooding her bowels - and then dribbling out of her ass.

The mixture of sensations was too much and it pushed Dany into yet another explosion of bliss while she was floating on the earlier peak - she was screaming and yelling as she was washed away by the joyous feelings, until she felt her love, her husband pulling out, and all she could do was lay there smiling.

And then Randal was laying beside her, his strong hands holding her, stroking her softly as he whispered sweet words of love in her ear - just before Dany fell into a doze, her smile never fading.

The Royal Bed Chambers

Later that night

It was the sound of their bedroom door opening that roused Lyanna Targaryen of House Stark from sleep.

Her eyes opened as her hand reached for her husband, only to touch the soft skin of Elia's thigh. So she rolled over, her hand reaching under the mattress for the hilt of her blade - just in case it was someone who meant them harm.

Lyanna heard Elia moving for a weapon as well when the lights rose in the room, and she saw their husband standing in the doorway. She felt a burst of worry, because Rhaegar looked like he was going to be ill, his skin was almost grey, and then he lurched toward the privy and she heard him being noisily sick!

Sharing a look with her co-wife, the two of them moved to join him, holding his hair back and rubbing Rhaegar's back, giving what comfort they could. Lyanna had no idea what could have upset Rhaegar so much, but was willing to give him time to recover.

It was a few minutes later that he was sitting back, taking sips of the goblet of lemon water that Elia handed him, before the King grimaced and said, "I'm sorry, loves, but I need something far stronger than water to erase what I've heard over the last hours!"

Lyanna stood up, walked to the family area and pulled a bottle of strong wine from the cabinet, and three glasses. If whatever it was had affected their husband so badly, she and Elia would probably need a drink as well. Rhaegar was sitting on the side of the bed when she came back, and he gave her a weak smile as he reached for the bottle.

Lyanna shook her head, "No, husband, not yet - let me pour for each of us, then you can tell us what happened."

Rhaegar frowned, but nodded, "You're right, love, the two of you should have some as well." When she poured a glass for each of them, the King lifted his glass and took a long swallow before he looked directly at her, and said possibly the last thing she would have expected.

"I found out what happened to the ravens we sent, all those years ago."

Lyanna couldn't help herself; she gasped in surprise, and heard Elia starting to swear. Dozens of questions came to her mind, but she bit them back and forced herself to wait.

Rhaegar shook his head, "It was that whoreson, Petyr Baelish! I had actually forgotten that when we sent the letters that day - the ravens for Winterfell and the Eyrie were already out, so we had to use the raven to Riverrun, to get Catelyn Tully to forward the letters to Brandon Stark and Jon Arryn."

Lyanna swore softly, "And the raven arrived as Petyr was recovering from the wounds that Brandon gave him, and he got his hands on them? So that scheming future corpse decided that, what, if he destroyed the letters, Brandon would believe the rumors floating about that you had kidnapped me, and come for you - hopefully getting killed in the process?"

Rhaegar nodded, "And it worked, far better than he expected. Although he didn't expect that somebody would see him getting off his sick bed and moving around after he destroyed the letters. Word got back to Holster Tully, and he sent the boy packing back to the Fingers. Baelish was counting on using Brandon's death and the subsequent chaos to get closer to Catelyn, he's been obsessed with her since they were children. All of the deaths back then, all the needless killing... just because in his sick mind Catelyn was his, and he refused to let anybody else have her. That whole mess with Lyssa Arryn was just part of his plot to bring Catelyn back under his influence."

Lyanna felt the blood in her veins turn to ice, as a cold fury engulfed her. Picking up her blade, she turned to her husband and softly asked, "Is that heinous creature still alive? Because I have a few things to say to the man, before his soul arrives in whatever hell it's destined for."

Her husband shook his head, "Honestly, Lyanna, the thing is beyond understanding anything. The questioning was extremely brutal and Littlefinger's mind snapped - I gave orders that if the man was still breathing when the sun rose, to kill him and throw the corpse to the dogs."

Lyanna nodded; if the soon-to-be-corpse didn't comprehend what was happening, there was no sense in taking her blade to it. She was having a hard time believing, deep inside her, that all the deaths, her father, her brother, even Robert, were caused by that spiteful little schemer.

Ned would be especially furious when he found out…

Lyanna froze - no, her brother couldn't find out, because if he did then his wife would also learn the truth - and it would destroy Catelyn! Looking at Rhaegar, she spoke urgently, "Please don't tell my brother - knowing that Ned's wife was the unknowing catalyst for all of this isn't something he needs to deal with, especially not if there is trouble beyond the Wall right now! There's nothing that can be done about it now, so let them live without knowing, please?" She hated the pleading tone in her voice, but she had to make him understand.

Fortunately, Rhaegar did understand- so he just nodded, "I was thinking the same thing, love. Your brother is actually one of my closest friends, the Seven know I don't have all that many of them... and I'm not going to cause him pain for something he can't do anything about."

Lyanna gave Rhaegar a grateful smile, and put her blade back under the mattress - she'd forgotten she still had it in her hand. Well, it was understandable - Rhaegar's news really was that shocking.

Elia had been quiet while they spoke, but now she said, "So who are you going to appoint as the new Master of Coin, once the word gets out that the whore-monger has disappeared?"

Rhaegar actually looked amused, "Who else, my dear wife, but our new goodbrother? Ser Randal will be staying in Kings Landing for at least two years while Castamere is being rebuilt, and he will need to have something to keep him busy. Well, besides bedding my sister, that is."

Elia laughed, and Lyanna managed a grin as her wife said, "Well, I'm sure he will enjoy a rest now and again; I have a feeling that Daenerys could almost be Dornish with her appetites. And speaking of that, we are all awake, and need something to take our minds off the treacherous corpse, don't we? So remove your clothing husband, and let us soothe you."

Rhaegar's lips quirked upward, and he stood, pulling his shirt off.

By the time she and Elia had finished with him, Petyr Baelish was the last thing on any of their minds.

The Bedding Chamber

Later that Night

Randal and Dany had dozed briefly, as had the other couples, before sharing the bath to clean up from their night of (lawfully wedded) fun.

It was while all of them were in the tub, just relaxing and talking, that things got interesting. It was his innocent bride that started things off, by turning to Rhaenys and telling her that she deserved a spanking for disturbing the two of them when they were having a moment.

Randal had to admit he'd been annoyed at his goodsister as well, but thought that Dany had gotten her revenge quite nicely with the show she put on when he filled her ass. Apparently Dany didn't think that was enough, and he sat back with a grin to see what Rhaenys would do.

Randal wasn't sure if he expected Rhaenys to laugh it off, apologize, or do something different. What she did was stare at Dany with a smirk, and said, "You wouldn't dare!"

That was the wrong thing to say, though, as Dany reached out and grabbed her niece by the hand and pulled her through the water. Robb laughed as he watched, and Dany shifted so there was an open space and bent Rhaenys over the edge of the tub. His wife smirked at him and gave him a wink, before she started rubbing the fleshy globes of Rhaenys' ass.

Drawing her hand back, Dany brought it down sharply on first one cheek and then the other, and he could see drops of water flying off with each blow. Rhaenys tried to look like she was struggling, but it was clear to all of them that she was actually enjoying what was happening, especially when Dany used her free hand to finger the girl's pussy.

It only took a few minutes of this treatment to make Rhaenys hit her peak, quivering as Dany started stroking her reddened flesh. But if he and the others thought the show was over with merely the spanking, they were wrong.

Dany lifted herself out of the water until she was sitting on the wide ledge of the tub and spread her legs. She tugged Rhaenys' hair, lifted the girl's face and said, "Now, I think you need to apologize properly for interrupting my husband and I."

Then, as Rhaenys slipped back in the water and moved to kneel between Dany's thighs, his wife looked directly at Arya and said, "Don't think I've forgotten your comments either, little wolf! When my niece is finished, you are going to learn what it means to tease a Dragon!"

Arya gave an indignant squawk, but Aemon just shook his head, "I tried to warn you that you were tempting fate - but you didn't listen, love. You are a true wolf-maiden, but even the wolf knows not to challenge the dragon."

Dany smirked at the younger girl, but then she leaned back, gripping the ledge and closed her eyes, It seemed clear to Randal that Rhaenys seemed to be doing a very good job licking his wife, from the way she was reacting, and he leaned back and watched, amused at the way both of the men were figuratively bowing to his wife.

Randal wondered if Dany had decided to practice, when they'd had the other women? Wanting to be experienced in getting them to submit to her? If that was her plan, he had absolutely no problem with the idea.

Randal snorted as he noticed that Rhaenys had slipped one of her hands under the water, and from the way she was moving, she was fingering herself as she licked Dany. He was tempted to get out of the water and sit next to his wife so he could kiss the life out of her, but Rhaenys would take that as an invitation to use her mouth on him, and he was still determined that he would not touch her.

Even though Robb had said he didn't mind, it wasn't worth the strain on their friendship.

Randal was watching Dany carefully, and it was clear that she was enjoying what her niece was doing - she was starting to breath heavily, and a flush appeared on her chest, covering her delightful breasts, and moving up to her face. Dany's face was a mask of concentration, and it looked like she was trying to hold back her orgasm, and he was curious to see if she succeeded.

The way Rhaenys was moving in the water, it seemed that she was on the verge of cumming, and Randal wondered - who would peak first?

It was very close, but Rhaenys lifted her face from Dany's pussy and moaned loudly, falling back in the water as she cursed and babbled, her hand still moving between her legs. Almost at the same time Dany cried out, and her juices sprayed out wildly from her pussy as her own climax hit her.

Randal moved to support his wife, not wanting her to fall off the edge, and he caught her just in time. Dany's eyes shot open and she gave him a grateful smile, before she slipped back in the water and gestured for Arya.

The younger girl seemed reluctant, but the excitement was easily visible in her grey Stark eyes as Arya positioned herself over the edge of the bath, pushing her ass in the air almost challengingly. His wife was certainly up to the challenge, and Dany soon had Arya squirming and moaning from the spanking and fingering, until it was time for Arya to apologize.

The Stark girl grinned as she slipped into the water, and was soon licking Dany like a wolf pup at a bowl of water. Arya actually made his wife cum before she got herself off, but then she had an advantage that Rhaenys didn't - she and Dany had played together before, several times, so Arya knew what his wife enjoyed even better than he did!

The water had cooled significantly by now, so they all got out and dried off, before returning to the bedding room, and the three girls shared a look, before they moved to the center of the room and started playing together.

It was an inspiring sight, to put it mildly, and when the three women broke apart, panting, before they found themselves on their backs as their husbands filled their pussies with their cocks, over and over.

They were all dozing on the carpet when the door unlocked and there was a loud pounding, followed by receding laughter.

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Daenerys didn't think she was ever going to stop smiling, she was married to her mystery knight and he had made sure she enjoyed the best night of her life! And, funnily enough she felt even closer to Arya and Rhaenys after the bath and the playtime on the carpet.

Dany didn't mind at all that Robb and Aemon had watched her, because neither of them had even attempted to touch her - they both had too much respect for her husband, which was only right. He was older, and a Lord of his own House, and she was his Lady. It didn't really matter when it was just family, but outside their bedchambers, it could and would make a difference.

There was a lot of laughter as they all tried to find what was left of their clothing, but eventually they managed to get somewhat dressed, and walked out the door, to a crowd of people cheering and applauding. Dany just smirked at them and took her husband's hand, putting it on her barely covered bottom as they walked toward her husband's chambers.

The princess did notice Arianne, Doran Martell's daughter, looking at the two of them with frank interest, and was more than a little tempted to have her join them. The Dornish princess was going to end up kneeling before she and her husband eventually, so in Dany's mind, she might as well get used to the idea.

Unfortunately, there were too many people paying attention at the moment, but there would be other chances.

Once they got through the crowds and were approaching Randal's chambers, he quietly said, "I see you noticed the Martell daughter. From the way she looked at the two of us, I think she would jump at the offer to bed us both, even if Doran was able to pay their debt in full. Do you agree, love?"

Dany laughed lightly, "I was thinking about having her join us, so that she got used to being on her knees - from the way she was talking at the feast last night, I get the feeling she's very experienced using her mouth to please both men and women, and she was extremely interested in the idea of taking you up her curvy ass!"

Randal smirked, "It's a good thing she has the proper attitude already. But her father may be able to repay their House's debt, so who can tell..." He yawned, "I'm sorry, love, but I really think I need some sleep - last night was fantastic, but not very restful."

Dany actually found herself yawning as well, and nodding silently, she found herself looking forward to sleeping in a proper bed with her husband's arms wrapped around her.

Of course, they both found a great deal of energy a short while later - when they entered Randal's chambers, and saw Jasmine and Imra standing naked and smiling by the side of the bed.

It was several hours later that the four of them fell asleep, waking in time to bathe before supper.

The Family Dining Room

That Evening

Randal had his hand linked with Dany's as the two of them joined the rest of the family for dinner. He noticed that Robb and Rhaenys, and Aemon and Arya, were doing the same - not really paying attention to anything but their own partner.

He at least managed to reply when the King and Lord Stark greeted him - but to be honest, Randal was more interested in getting some food in his belly than casual conversation. Dany was the same way, because neither of them had taken the time to eat since the Wedding Feast, and they were starving!

It was only after the worst of the hunger was sated that the two of them were able to hold a civilized conversation. It was mostly light teasing of the three couples, as well as cheerful gossip about the behavior of some of the guests at the Wedding Feast, which amused Randal - since a lot of the gossip was about a few of the adult and near-adult daughters.

It was after dinner, when the men were enjoying a drink and the ladies had been dragged off for what Arya called a gossip session, that the King approached him and asked to speak privately. Randal was a little concerned, but since Dany was obviously happy he didn't think he had anything to worry about on that subject.

Thus the two of them moved to the far side of the room and sat down in a couple of comfortable chairs. The King didn't hesitate, he said simply, "Due to your comment about Petyr Baelish, several things happened - some you know about, some you don't. But during the Wedding Feast I noticed something that roused my suspicions, and I had the man taken away and interrogated. To put it bluntly, treason against the crown was the least of his crimes, and Baelish will never see daylight again."

Randal raised an eyebrow, the only sign of curiosity he allowed to show, but inside he was practically dancing with excitement - he had a very good idea what was coming next, and as usual, he was right.

The King looked directly at him and said, "It will take a few days before people notice that Baelish is missing, and a few days after that before I'll allow word to seep out that he won't be returning. At that point, I will appoint you my Master of Coin. I don't really care if you take over his brothels or not, that's something for you and your wife to discuss, but I want you to take the position on my Small Council. I need you to do it, actually."

"How so, Your Grace?"

"One of the things that I discovered during the interrogation, is that Baelish had been taking out massive loans from the Iron Bank - and stealing from the treasury to pay interest on said loans. I don't know if he was deliberately trying to bankrupt the Crown, but either way, it doesn't really matter. I'm depending on you to get the finances of the kingdom in order. I know you have plans to move into your family home when it is restored, Ser Reyne - but that is at least two years in the future. In the meantime, you will be welcome to stay here in the Red Keep, and assist the Crown in cleaning up the mess Baelish left us in."

Randal did his best to keep his face impassive, so he nodded and said calmly, "Of course, Your Grace; if you wish me to take the position, I'll do so. Can I assume that part of the reason you want me as Master of Coin is that my family will soon have a great deal of wealth that can be used to supplement the other income coming in? I am willing to put what I can of the family wealth at your disposal, you understand, but I must ask for a boon in return."

The King gave him a look, but then smirked, "I'm not surprised, actually. So… what can I do for you, Ser Reyne?"

Taking a deep breath, Randal released it and said, "I would ask your royal permission to legitimize any of my children, no matter who the mother may be. I do not want to have any child of mine suffer a degrading name like Sand, Flowers, Snow or Stone. Reyne and Tarbeck were Great Houses, and names to be proud of. I do not want any sons or daughters of those Houses to have to deal with - as I see it - such ridiculous Westerosi bigotry!"

The King actually looked surprised, staring at him quietly for a long moment, before he said, "Even if I would grant you this boon, you do realize that the other Houses - and the smallfolk - won't readily accept it, to say nothing of the Faith. Not even a king can command his subjects what to think, in regards to such things."

Randal nodded, he was well aware of that, but said, "It's not going to be easy, I know that, Your Grace. Nonetheless, I'm sure that the High Septon could be convinced to offer a dispensation, after the proper anonymous donation of gold dragons of course. Also, there are enough of the Great and Lesser houses that hated Tywin Lannister, that if the word got out that I was trying to rebuild after the slaughter of all the innocents that died at his hand and order? I think that it should cause attitudes to change, at least to some extent. Especially if I release some information about the plans that Tywin had, in the event that you had fallen in battle. As for the smallfolk? Truly, Your Grace, do you really think they care what names I give my children? The vast majority have no idea who I am, or who my family was - and even if they did know, they are far more interested in keeping a roof over their heads, and having warm food in their bellies!"

The King nodded thoughtfully, "It would take some delicate negotiations, but it may be possible. Ser Reyne, I'm going to have to consider your request carefully before I answer you. But, in the meantime, will you take a look at the royal ledgers and records? I had them brought to the Tower of the Hand earlier this morning."

Randal bowed his head, "Of course, Your Grace. I'm grateful that you are willing to consider my request. But, the others are staring at us and wondering if you've been threatening me, so perhaps we should join them?"

The King actually laughed as he stood, and the two of them rejoined the others, who were all looking at him curiously. Randal ignored the questioning looks and turned to Robb, asking if he wanted to start back on learning the Water Dance in the morning?

The rest of the evening was spent in deliberately casual conversation, even after the ladies joined them, although Randal did wonder about the bright blush on Sansa's face when she glanced at Prince Aegon.

Randal's Quarters

The Red Keep

Later that Night

As soon as the door closed behind them, Randal was stripping off Dany's clothing, kissing her passionately as they stumbled toward the bed. Dany didn't know what had gotten her husband so excited, but she was more than happy to go along with it!

Danaerys was shocked when, even before they reached the bed, he had pulled her small clothes off and spread her legs, entering her in one smooth thrust. So she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist while her arms went around his shoulders, and she bounced on his cock as he walked to the bed.

It was an amazing feeling, and Dany did her best to move with him, using her arms to lift herself, before dropping back down.

When they reached the bed, Dany was swiftly on her back and Randal was thrusting deeply into her, every move sending waves of pleasure flooding out from her cunt to the rest of her body. They moved together, their bodies slapping together until she screamed her release and he swelled inside her, her husband's cum barreling through her, hopefully seeding her womb so that she could give her husband a son!

Their movements slowed as they enjoyed the closeness, until Randal finally pulled out and lay down beside her, his arms holding her as he stroked her softly. Dany snuggled against him, quite content, but eventually she said, "Care to tell me what had you so excited, husband? I certainly enjoyed it, and want to see if we can arrange for you to get that excited again on a regular basis!"

Randal laughed, genuinely amused, and replied, "I doubt that you would be able to duplicate the reason, my love, but you are welcome to try."

Then Randal started telling her about what the King had to say, and what her husband had asked for in return. Dany was smiling widely, knowing that her beloved wasn't really happy about the original plan of sending the women away with his children. Granted, she didn't understand why - she more or less just assumed it was an Essosi thing - but Danaerys wanted Randal to be happy, and if this was what it took for the man she loved to be happy, then she was willing to accept it.

If they could make this work, it would make it so much easier to fill Castamere with children's laughter again!

When Randal had finished his explanation, Dany reached down and gripped him, pleased to see that he was already hard - and with a grin, she slipped off the bed and knelt on the carpet, taking him in her mouth.

The two of them had sated smiles on their faces, when they finally fell asleep holding each other's arms.

Randal's Quarters

The Red Keep

The Next Morning

Jasmine and Imra were waiting when they awoke the next morning, and after an enjoyable bath, Randal and Dany got dressed to face the new day.

Randal had spent a few minutes making sure his blade was clean and ready for the training session with Robb. They had let the lessons lapse in the lead-up to the weddings, and it would be good to practice again. He also needed to start going over the ledgers Baelish had kept, to find out just how bad the Crown's financial situation really was.

Randal knew it was likely to be even worse than the King had hinted at, last night.

The records would also provide him useful information for when he needed to meet with certain of the families regarding their debts. Randal didn't really want to think about that right now, he was still in a good mood from the night before and didn't want to spoil it.

Dany had surprised him when they were taking a chance to catch their breaths, when she suggested giving Jasmine and Imra children. He wondered if that was his wife's idea, or if the girls had hinted they would be open to the idea? Granted, Randal wasn't against the idea, he and Dany certainly enjoyed having the two of them in their bed... but it wasn't something that needed to be addressed immediately.

The last Reyne knew he had to tread carefully and not upset the applecart too much, before his most important plans were carried out.

Still, Randal did make a mental note to talk to the two of them at some point, to see if they were interested in children. He wasn't going to force either of the women to bear his children; they weren't included among the family debtholders, after all. And the whole bastard thing did make it unlikely, come to think of it. But he would discuss it with Jasmine and Imra anyway.

The two of them were heading to breakfast and nearly at the family dining room when Dany froze, looking through a door that was slightly ajar. Curious, he moved closer, and, once he saw what had captured his wife's attention, moved back quickly, taking her with him.

Randal really didn't need to see Sansa on her knees in front of Aegon, her head bobbing up and down - and he didn't want to embarrass the two of them, either. He was going to have to have a quiet word with the prince at some point, to make sure that the door was completely closed before getting distracted. Randal seriously doubted that Lord and Lady Stark would be overly amused, if they heard about this.

Dany had a hard time keeping her giggles quiet as they reached the dining room, and Randal eventually had to pull her close and kiss her fiercely to get her to focus again. Luckily, his wife managed to keep her expression to a polite smile when they went through the doors and greeted Robb and Rhaenys. None of the others had joined them yet, so they sat down and started eating, talking to Robb about the training while Dany and Rhaenys were involved in their own conversation.

It was toward the end of the meal, after the King and his wives, as well as the others had joined them, that Sansa and Aegon appeared - looking slightly disheveled, in Randal's not so humble opinion. But then a servant knocked on the door and came in.

Randal watched, expecting to see the man approach the King, but instead the man moved to where he was sitting. How odd...

It was only when Randal noticed the orange Sun and Spear on the man's livery that he realized what was happening. Looking at the servant, he said, "A message from Prince Doran?"

The man nodded politely, and Randal took the scroll from his hand. "Is Prince Doran expecting an immediate answer, or can I respond later this morning?"

The messenger replied courteously, "He didn't say that he was expecting an immediate response, Ser Reyne."

Nodding, Randal opened the scroll and read through it quickly. It was brief and to the point, just requesting to arrange a meeting between them to discuss repayment of House Martell's debts to the Reyne's. Randal looked at the man and said, "I'll send a response with a time for us to meet later this morning. Come find me again before noon."

The messenger nodded and, after bowing to the King, silently left the room.

Randal turned to Queen Elia and said, "Since he is your brother, do you have some time that we can discuss this, Your Grace? I was expecting to be speaking to Prince Oberyn, not his brother."

The Queen smiled slightly and nodded, and they went back to their eating. Things could change very quickly now, and Randal refused to meet it on an empty stomach.

End Chapter Seven