"There has been a change in plans," his father said as he took a sip of wine. The rest of them looked up from their plates and wondered what the head of their house would say next. "Aegon and I will fly directly to Casterly Rock, Viserys you will remain here with Rhaenys whilst Jaehaerys you will fly to Highgarden and wait for Jon to arrive… and once he does you are to take control of them along with the forces of the Reach."
"Is it not pointless for me to fly to Highgarden simply to take control of their forces when they can be under Connington's control once he arrives there?" Jaehaerys asked.
"The reason I am sending you is for another purpose my son, I need you to have Mace Tyrell remain behind at Highgarden without hurting the man's feelings."
"How do you expect me to do such a thing father? Surely it is better to send Viserys as he is more subtle than me."
"The men of the Reach are a pompous lot, they need to see a warrior and leader of your calibre to stop their petty bickering."
"I assume I am to lead them along the Ocean road and into the Westerlands?" he asked, taking a healthy bite out of the roasted duck.
"Yes, by the time you arrive, the royal fleet will have reached Lannisport and the Northmen will have set sail from Sea Dragons Point under the command of your uncle. They will converge at Seagard before sailing for the iron islands."
"What are your plans for the ironborn once the dust has settled?" asked Aegon.
"the end of the old ways, their culture of raping and raiding will be culled…"
"And should they not submit?" Jaehaerys questioned with a bloodthirsty smile.
"Then they will burn."
Rhaegar went into further detail as he ironed out the minor details and his reasoning for everything. Jaehaerys accepted his father's plan, but he did loathe to have to fly to Highgarden alone. He had no desire to see Connington but at the same time, he was happy that the man would have to defer to his command. The only other issue was keeping Mace Tyrell at Highgarden without insulting the man and embarrassing him before his bannermen. He could not fathom how such a bumbling oaf could come from the loins of Olenna Tyrell or how such a woman allowed her son to continue being a fool as he grew to be a man.
The intelligence of their family must have skipped a generation as the heir to Highgarden, Willas, and the golden rose, Margaery were quite brilliant. Willas was a man he would happily share a cup of wine with and converse over all manners of academia. Garlan Tyrell, the second son of Mace was a fine man too, a brilliantly skilled warrior who would be more renowned if he cared more for tourneys like the youngest boy, Loras.
The youngest son of Highgarden wished to be a kings guard, but Jaehaerys would have preferred it if Garlan had been the one touted to join the white cloaks. He was a far better warrior and did not have half the arrogance of his younger brother, alas it was a shame as the man had married some Fossoway girl. Despite not being the biggest supporter of house Tyrell, especially after what they did during the rebellion, he was looking forward to visiting what was now the second most beautiful castle in the realm.
One person who was not happy with his departure was Rhaenys, who had asked their father to fly with him but she had been refused. He wanted two Dragon riders at the shield islands in case of another attack. Rhaenys had been apoplectic that they would have to depart from one another again, but she could never go against their father's ruling. They had fucked like wild animals in heat every night until he was to fly for Highgarden, which was today.
"Are you ready Arthur?" he asked his sworn shield.
"I'm ready as I will ever be my prince, " he replied as he braced himself in the saddle.
"Soves!" he commanded Vhagar, who leaped into the air and flapped his powerful wings in a smooth motion as they rose higher and higher until everything below was nothing more than specks of dust. The flight to Highgarden would not be longer than an hour or two at most and he had sent a raven beforehand to inform them of his impending arrival.
The only thing Jaehaerys regretted was that he would not be there to witness his father dole out justice to the prisoners. There was something off about them all, but that one man in particular unnerved him and even now he could swear that his eyes had flashed a milky white. Jaehaerys would have called him a warg, but the milky white his eyes flashed was not the same as what a normal warg's eyes would turn when they were in the skin of their animal companion. That was not even including that unnatural, malevolent feeling he gave in comparison to the rest, who merely stunk of rotting flesh.
"My Prince… Highgarden is just there below."
He looked below and noticed that the white walls of the keep were situated on a broad, verdant hill overlooking the Mander. His attention was quickly on to the famous briar labyrinth between the outer and middle walls, which supposedly would slow invaders. He directed Vhagar to land outside the labyrinth where he could see a congregation of men at arms, who awaited his arrival.
Vhagar landed with all of the grace a dragon could afford as he and Arthur swiftly unfastened their chains and dismounted from his dragon's back. The men tried but failed to look brave as Vhagar stood before them in all his glory. He walked forward and gently scratched his neck, whispering a lullaby to him in high valyrian before giving him instructions to fly towards an area near the Mander where no people would be disturbed or accidentally happen upon him.
"My prince," said ser Garlan with the utmost respect.
"My good ser, I suppose your family awaits us?"
"They do my prince, we have horses for both you and ser Arthur."
"Well, I think it best that we don't dally and keep your family waiting."
"As you wish my prince," he replied.
They mounted up and swiftly rode through the labyrinth, ser Garlan taking the lead as the rest of the knights formed a protective unit around them. It was only a few moments later they arrived to see the entirety of house Tyrell waiting for them in all their splendour. Green and gold as far as the eye could see and he felt underdressed when compared to them, but to be honest so did most people.
Jaehaerys dismounted from his horse as a young lad came to his side to take the reins and guide the horse back to the stables. Arthur as usual took his place by his side as they moved forward to greet the waiting men and women of Highgarden. Before he could say a word, in unison every person kneeled or curtseyed as one, he had to hold back a laugh as the warden of the south quite clearly struggled to maintain his position due to his plump stature.
"Highgarden is yours, my prince," he spoke with reverence.
"Thank you lord Tyrell, you may all rise please," he replied.
Mace stuck out an eager hand for him to shake and began his longwinded speech on how he was glad that such a fearsome, warrior prince had come to their keep and that they would feast him as was warranted by his position.
"Oh get on with it Mace, I doubt the dragonlord wants to hear you preen whilst he could be in the keep freshening up," said the famous queen of thrones making her son blush whilst others either sniggered or looked on awkwardly. He was looking forward to having a conversation with her later, he did enjoy her brusque nature and sharp tongue no matter who it was directed at.
"My firstborn and heir, Willas Tyrell," he introduced with tinged cheeks.
"My prince, it is an honour."
"The honour is mine, my lord, it is good to see you again."
"As it is you, I must confess I am slightly disappointed that you did not bring Ghost with you."
"My friend is currently at Summerhall with my betrothed, Princess Daenerys… however once this war is done I'll be sure to have you both meet again."
"I would be delighted your grace," he said with gratitude.
The next person he was introduced to was a woman that he had not had the pleasure of meeting before, the lady wife of Mace Tyrell, the beautiful Alerie Hightower. For a moment he was taken aback by how beautiful she truly was and the fact that she had long, luscious silver hair.
"My wife, the lady Alerie your grace," Mace introduced her.
"A Pleasure my lady," he said to her, giving her outstretched hand a chaste kiss.
"The pleasure is all mine, my prince," she replied with a shy smile. The next person he was introduced to was someone who did not need any introduction and it was evident she felt the same as she did not allow her son to speak. Despite her small stature and withering age, she still had those same cunning eyes that he had first seen when she had come to the capital.
"It's about time you turned up your grace," she remarked.
"Mother!" exclaimed Mace in shock.
"Oh give over Mace, I doubt the prince cares."
"It is fine my lord Tyrell, lady Olenna has the right of it… it's refreshing to hear her bluntness once more," he replied with an amused smile as he kissed her hand.
"If only other men could care less for such trivial things as you."
"I am glad to see that thorned tongue of yours hasn't lessened a bit since we last spoke my lady."
"Did you expect any less? Especially with those foul pirates running amok and threatening the realm… I suppose you have a plan to put them back in their place hmm?"
"I assure you we do, I would be delighted to speak further on such plans over some tea?" he asked.
"A man after my own heart… go on then, get on with it Mace."
He let out a chuckle as lord Tyrell blushed in embarrassment as no one dared chide her for being rude, not even he as the head of house Tyrell had the balls to stand up to her. He was formally introduced to Ser Garlan and his blonde wife, Leonette Fossoway and he had to mentally applaud the knight for having such a specimen for a wife.
"… and this is the golden rose of Highgarden, my daughter Margaery."
"A pleasure my lady, tis good to see you again… your beauty truly encompasses the entirety of the Reach," he said putting on the charm. The only daughter of Mace Tyrell was stunning and had a beauty that would be remembered for an age. Thick, softly curling hair that fell to her back and large brown eyes that could have any man lost in them. Despite having smaller breasts than he preferred, she still had a womanly figure with bountiful hips fit for birthing.
"Your grace honours me with such kind words," she replied with that demure smile she had perfected, but her eyes were another story as he could see the lust in them.
"We are honoured to have you with us in these troubling times and I am sure under your leadership, the forces of the Reach will prevail over the Ironborn."
"I thank you for the confidence my lady and I am sure the Reach's valour will make my leadership duties much easier," he responded making many of the men in attendance cheer.
From there he quickly met the other lords who had converged for his arrival, the most notable among them being ser Baelor, lords Tarly, and Rowan. He would be looking forward to working with lord Tarly, the stern man was many things, but a fool when it came to martial pursuits, he was not. Other than his father, who defeated Robert Baratheon at the Trident to decide the war, Randyll Tarly gave him his only other defeat at Ashford, forcing the rebel to tuck tail and retreat.
"Come your grace, I am sure you would like a chance to freshen up before tonight's feast."
"I would my lord."
"Excellent, the servants will show you to your chambers."
Later in the evening
The feast that had been thrown in his honour had been a boisterous affair, the most luxurious food and wine had been prepared, and the sheer number of courses that were brought out could have been mistaken for a wedding feast. He had eaten his fair share, but nothing could compare to the amount that Mace had eaten and he did not look as though he was going to be full anytime soon. Jaehaerys had worked the room, talking to many of the different lords, and dancing with many of the noble ladies who had swooned whenever he had spun them.
The most enlightening of the dances he had was none other than with Alerie Tyrell, the matriarch of Highgarden slipping him a note that had left him curious. She had not given much away, but he had caught her staring at him when they weren't dancing, trying her best to be discreet. Margaery was good at playing the game, he had to commend her grandmother for teaching her so well. She had played the part of the simpering, simple southern lady perfectly but the way she guided their conversation pretty much let him know that she wished to know about his brother and who he would eventually pick to be his wife.
Mace on the other hand was not so subtle, he openly spoke of House Tyrell's loyalty to House Targaryen and how his golden rose would be the perfect queen. How she was loved by all and her charitable endeavours. There was more the lord spouted but he just tuned him out and enjoyed the good wine, but did agree that Margaery marrying Aegon was the best match for the crown and no other bride could truly compare. The only problem was Aegon himself, who was still in love with their bastard and aunt and if he knew his brother well, he would not be giving her up even if he did marry Margaery.
"My prince, I see you got my note," came a soft voice from behind.
"Lady Alerie," he acknowledged her.
"I thank you for coming your grace."
"Why did you wish to meet here at such an hour, if someone should see us it would not look good for either of us."
"I wished to speak to you in private my prince, away from the prying of others."
"Well, what did you wish to speak of my lady?" he asked.
"The crown prince is to marry soon and I wish it to be my Margaery," she said with a little tinge of nervousness creeping in at the end.
"I am unsure of his this relates to me, who my brother marries is of his own choice subject to my father's approval."
"Yes it is your brother's choice, but I am sure with your close relationship you can convince your brother to choose Margaery as she would make the best match, the marriage would tie the wealth and power of the entire Reach behind the house of the dragon for generations to come."
"I am close with my brother, yes, but what makes you think I could convince him?" he asked in curiosity.
"Simply because everyone respects you and listens to what you have to say, even my own good mother speaks well of you, which should speak volumes considering she considers most people bumbling idiots."
"True enough, but why should I convince my brother to do such a thing… what is in it for me?"
"Me."
"Excuse me my lady?" he asked, unsure if he had heard her right.
"You can fuck me whenever you wish if my daughter becomes queen."
"What about your husband?"
"I love Mace, despite what most of the realm thinks of him, he is a sweet man, but I am willing to make this sacrifice for my family's future. I know it is what Mace wishes for most of all, to see our daughter wedded to crown prince Aegon."
"I am not averse to such a deal, but you do understand that as with all payments, I will require a fee upfront… a free sample if you will," he said with a lecherous smile.
Jaehaerys pulled the silver-haired woman into his arms as her petite breasts pushed into his abdomen, whilst his hands found their way to her shapely rear. It seems Margaery inherited the exact same body as her mother. Surprisingly, she grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss, which deepened as her tongue made its way into his mouth, whilst his own hands were too busy kneading her supple cheeks like the most skilled baker.
Alerie moaned into his mouth as he bit her bottom lip and proceeded to suck on her tongue. She shifted her arms until they were wrapped around his neck as neither of them wished to break their sinful embrace. With each passing second he could not believe that he had the wife of the warden of the south kissing him like a starved whore and that too in his own castle. The scent of jasmine hit him, combined with her arousal, making him growl in anticipation.
"Take off your clothes woman," he commanded.
"Yes My Prince," she gasped out in response.
She promptly removed her dress and he was delighted to see that she wore no small clothes. Jaehaerys stared in hunger at the fair-skinned noblewoman, his attention on her erect pink nipples. Swift like a Shadow cat, he closed the distance between them to pick her up in his arms. She let out a surprised squeak at the speed at which he moved, but before she could even utter another word he had taken one of her teats into his mouth causing her to moan just like every other woman he had taken to bed.
"Ohhh," she gasped out.
He licked the hardened nubs with expertise and then bit down forcing her to clamp her mouth shut lest she let out a scream that would alert the whole castle. Soothing the throbbing nub with gentle licks, he then switched his attention to her other teat and began to give it the same royal treatment as the first. The empty library was filled with the sounds of her whorish moans as he continued showering them with all of his love, fondling them with great eagerness.
Jaehaerys pulled back and let her know that he wished for his cock to be sucked, which she agreed to with no hesitation. Wasting no time she got to her knees as he pulled down his breeches and took his cock into her warm mouth with no trouble. She shocked him once more as she was quite talented at sucking cock, especially with the ease at which she engulfed most of his throbbing length without any gagging. Alerie proceeded to bob her head and forth in a good rhythm making him let out a groan of satisfaction.
"That's it you little Tyrell harlot, keep sucking my cock like that and your daughter will definitely be the next queen," he said making her preen as she continued pleasuring him.
Her talented tongue swirled around his cock constantly as each time she inhaled the entire length her lips would be stretched due to the girth of his cock. She continued to jerk his cock with her mouth as Jaehaerys stroked her cheeks causing her to make eye contact with him and he wondered if her daughter would look just as beautiful whilst sucking a fat cock.
Her hands began to fondle his balls and massage them with care. He felt like he was in heaven as wave after wave of pleasure washed over his nerves, he closed his eyes to enjoy the moment and enhance the experience. She increased the speed at which her head moved back and forth to the point his cock was practically fucking her throat raw. Jaehaerys felt himself close to cumming as his balls tightened and opened his eyes so he could watch the Hightower beauty be covered in his seed. He saw some spit dribble out of her mouth and bucked his hips in a thrusting motion to help himself cum quicker. A minute later he felt the cum explode out of his cock as he shot load after load into her mouth as it mixed with her dribbling spit. He took his length in hand and stroked himself to ensure that whatever seed was left would find its way to her small teats and pretty face.
She lapped up his load with a satisfied smile on her face and indulged in her reward as she swallowed the cum in her mouth before turning her attention to the seed that was dripping down her body. Alerie noticed him staring at her so she decided to put on a little show for him as she sensually scooped up the remaining cum and brought it to her mouth and slowly used her tongue to lick it up as his free hand was used to grab her breasts and squeeze them together. He was speechless at what she had just done and that is when he decided that Mace Tyrell was one lucky man.
Once she had finished cleaning herself of his seed, his cock was instantly regaining hardness from just watching her making her blush. Her delicate hands wrapped around his length and she slowly pumped him until he was completely hard and then she motioned for him to get to the ground. Jaehaerys had to fight his instincts and did as she bid him as he laid flat on the ground as his cock stood up like a pole.
"Mayhaps this will be a further incentive for you to convince your brother, my prince, for then I could do this whenever you want," she cheekily remarked.
The harlot pushed his cock flat and sat just above him so her cunt was only slightly brushing against him. Slowly, she moved back and forth as her wet pussy lubricated his cock from the tip all the way down to the base. His hands made their way to her hips as she continued to tease him making him feel frustrated, but that was soon remedied as she lifted his cock and then sheathing herself on top.
"Fucking hell did you learn that from the Dornish.
"The Dornish are not the only ones who enjoy the more pleasurable things in life," she grunted out as she got used to his size.
She leaned forward as her hands rested on either side of his face for support. Jaehaerys took the opportunity to once again kiss her supple breasts as she allowed herself to get further accustomed to his length once more. To help her get more comfortable she began gyrating her hips as her tight walls continued to encase his throbbing cock. The harlot was fairly tight and her walls clenched around him with each full rotation and he groaned at the surprise.
"As you can see it is not only the Dornish who have some tricks up their sleeves," she whimpered out with a sultry smile.
The moment she had gotten comfortable, she began to ride him in a smooth motion and he enjoyed just how tight and moist her pussy felt. The warmth from her cunt was incredible and he wished that Rhaenys was here with him to experience this. She began increasing the speed at which she rode him till it looked like she was bouncing chaotically up and down on his cock. He met her with thrusts of his own making her moan yet she had to fight back the urge to scream in pleasure.
"Faster you harlot," he growled out.
"So so big, you stretch me so much my prince," she moaned out.
He slapped her arse to urge her to ride him faster, he wanted to feel as though each time she bounced on his cock his pelvis would shatter. She continued to moan and her legs began to shake at the force of his cock penetrating her and needed to place her hands on his chest for support.
"Y-you're so big My Prince."
Jaehaerys did not think she had the strength to continue so he flipped her to put her on the bottom and allow him to control the pace at which they fucked. He roughly grabbed both breasts and began to twist and pinch her nipples but he silenced her with a deep kiss before she could let out a cry, thus alerting everyone. He rewarded her with deeper thrusts until she convulsed heavily as her cunt became impossibly tight around his cock and a wave of cum came pouring out.
Jaehaerys muffled her screams with his hands due to the heavy orgasm and then merely spanked her hard to keep her focused so he could cum as well. Her eyes were half closed as she mumbled out incoherently. He continued fucking her and was pleasantly surprised to feel that her walls just continued to get tighter, coaxing his cock to spill his seed. He would give her what she wanted and pound her without any finesse, just intent on finding his own release. He grunted in lust as he felt his second orgasm approach and sooner rather than later he was cumming inside her dripping pussy. He continued pounding her until he was sure every drop of cum was directed toward her womb.
"So how did I do my prince?" she asked in between huge gasps of air.
"Well enough to convince me to do as you wish, but we aren't done yet," he said as he pulled her into another kiss.
"Did you enjoy the first round at least my prince?"
"Let's just say if Margaery can fuck half as good as you, my brother will be eager to call her wife," he replied making her smile.
Authors Note
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