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6 Months Later

Red Keep, King's Landing

Rhaenyra wasn't a vengeful kind of girl by any means, owing to the upbringing of her beloved mother but she still spurned some here and there just to get them down a few pegs. One of those unfortunate soul was the father of her childhood friend/lover, Otto Hightower.

The King's Hand or not, the man had the audacity to interfere in her duties. Said duty of choosing a suitable Kingsguard. He was more of the believe to induct those who offered some benefit to the royal family instead of actual protection.

The guard's family lineage and wealth won't protect her father if someone tried to assassinate him. it's like the shrewd man was actively trying to have them killed.

Naruto had vehemently warned her about him, comparing him to a snake. His warnings always reverberated around her head when meeting the brown haired Hand. That smooth, sympathetic approach of his was all so manipulative now that she looked at him from a different angle.

No wonder Naruto hated him.

That and he had done something that she simply found unforgivable.

That being …

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Trying to get his teenage daughter wedded to her father and getting his hands on the throne.

Silently trekking down the stairs to the crypts of the Red Keep, the beautiful princess let a mischievous smile dance on her rosy lips as she eyed her friend sitting before a candle-lit pedestal, no doubt waiting for her arrival.

Alicent did not deserve to be wedded to someone she had no love for …even if said person was a king and her father.

Approaching the dead silent redhead with a Cheshire grin, Rhaenyra abruptly leaned forward and claimed Alicent's lips in a hungry kiss, wrapping her hands around the girl's head to near her closer to the lip-lock.

Naruto's shamelessness was rubbing off on her way too much if she was doing this without actually considering the possibility of being seen by someone…she was actually feeling excited at the prospect.

Alicent's mind came to an abrupt but incredibly arousing scene of having her friend's lips sucking on hers in a hungry kiss. Tomato would have died from envy had it seen the busty woman's flaming cheeks at the moment as she gaped at the sight of her friend kissing her on the lips without a care in the world.

"Blame my uncle for this. Hugs no longer counts as a suitable form of greeting" the phat butted princess panted in an aroused smirk as she backed away from the dumbstruck woman, leaving a thin trial of saliva between the two orifices to hint at their taboo lip-lock. "Missed me?"

"R-rhaenyra" the cutely blushing girl muttered in apprehension, licking her lips in remembrance. "Someone could've seen us. There are enough rumors about me and Prince Naruto"

The petite Targaryen gave her a pointed look. "Rumors?"

Alicent got the hint, chuckling softly. "Ok, maybe not rumors at this point since most of them are true but I'd rather not have the realm seek more reasons to doubt your position as the heiress"

"Seven, that caring attitude makes me want to kiss you again" the silver haired girl bit back with a smirk as she absently reached forward and gently fondled her lover's plump tits through her dress.

Even the normally bold but respectful girl could feel her cheeks tinting red a little when she registered the fact that she was being openly groped by her friend right in the crypts. It's not like this was the first time she had locked lips with her friend and it certainly won't be the last time either but their secret relationship was to remain secret.

"R-rhaenyra!"

"Oh God Alicent, why are you so worried about being seen?" the princess started in an exasperated tone, removing her hands from the flesh orbs as she frowned. "I'm the princess. if someone sees us, do you think they'd have the gal to open their mouth about us?"

"I'm worried because you ARE the princess, Rhaenyra" Alicent replied softly. "You've to understand your situation. Her grace, the queen, and your grandmother are away on Dragonstone. The Lords and Ladies of the realm are just a hair trigger away from protesting against your ascension and there is no…Naruto to stop them…"

Silence reigned over the crypts. Naruto had always been a sort of wall before their problems. Viserys couldn't don't anything bold about Rhaenyra because he knew how much his brother cared about her. Likewise Otto couldn't do anything about putting his plans into motion with the Demon Prince there since the man seem to know everything before he could implement them.

But now that he was gone….

"How bad is it?" Rhaenyra asked softly, eyes focused on the flickering flames.

Alicent knew what she was asking about as she looked down at her clenched hands. "Father has been rather…adamant on me visiting his Grace's chambers to get his mind off Queen Aemma."

"To seduce him, you mean"

"It's not what I want, Rhaenyra!" the soft-spoken girl snapped angrily, beautiful eyes tearing up.

The silver haired princess realized how accusing her tone was, offering an apologetic look as she hugged her friend. "I know"

Soft sobs echoed across the crypts as Alicent cried into her friend's shoulder.

Gardens

Red Keep, King's Landing

Having left Alicent in her room to rest after that heart-heavy conversation, Rhaenyra was quick to ask around for the whereabouts of her father, only to be informed that he was taking a walk through the gardens with his …potential future wife.

Which happened to be the eldest daughter of Corlys and Rhaenys.

Also did she mention the girl was 9 years old?

Tightly gripping the stony fence of the balcony directly overlooking the vast garden, the bubble butted princess watched her old father walk along the greenery with the little girl. The very thought of him marrying her turned her stomach.

Not just because she was a child but also because the old bastards in the council had actually advised him to remarry and produce more heirs when she was already there.

And that too with a child who hadn't even bled yet.

All for political leverage and for supposedly keeping the family strong.

"It bothers you, does it not?"

The princess gave her father one last look before turning to the owner of the silky smooth, almost sultry voice, directly coming to face the mature form of the Queen-Who-Never-Was seated on a sofa at the far end of the balcony facing the garden.

"My father is the king and …"

"Spare me the royal theatrics, princess, I'm asking of your opinion as a daughter, not the princess" Rhaenys interrupted with a pointed, no-nonsense voice, eyes still focused on the young form of her daughter as she walked alongside the king.

"I could ask the same of you, princess"

The elderly woman smiled imperceptibally. "Answering a question with a question is a rather useful tact…something my dear cousin, Naruto has mastered over the years and taught to others …"

The young girl narrowed her eyes. "Including you"

The Milf smiled imperceptibly, amused at her comeback. "Look at my face, princess and see how I feel about the notion of marrying my 9 year daughter to an old king and basically condemning her to the life of a glorified broodmare, to birth scores of children for the realm until she no longer can"

Even Rhaenyra was surprised by the venom in her tone. The harshness, hate and coldness of her heart were all too palpable. She could almost taste them in the air.

"Not everyone is fortunate enough to have a choice to void her marriage vows …"

The accusation was evident enough.

"Do not bring my mother into this" the young girl almost growled.

Rhaenys smiled at her reaction. "I assure you I've no ill will towards Aemma, a bit of jealousy for sure but I'd never want her to suffer what all of us have gone or still going through."

The bubble butted princess did not need to have the ability to read minds to know what the Milf was getting at. She knew that both her and her mother, even her grandmother were intimate with her uncle. She had caught them enough times together to not be surprised anymore.

"Do you really believe yourself to be in a position to point fingers, princess? Need I remind you of your own betrayal to those so called marriage vows?"

The Milf chuckled in amusement. "I do not deny it, child, nor have any regrets. The only thing I regret is not being able to give him children. We were there long before Corlys ever came into the frame, why, in Seven's hell, would I give that up just because I was married off to another man for political leverage?"

"How can you say all that with a straight face?"

"You are still a child, Rhaenyra, you'll understand one day" the elderly princess ended with a chuckle, not bothering to hide the amused smirk as her jiggling breast caught the attention of the disgruntled silverette as she stood up. "You've yet to understand the carnal desire that dragon of a man can bring in you"

"I'm not a child!"

"Oh, then pray tell how the only place he has been pouring his seed into is your mouth?" Receiving dead silence in her response, the thick Milf shook her head, getting up to approach the balcony in her sinful glory as she looked at her daughter for a few seconds before moving for the exit with a natural sway to her thick hips. "Because you are a child and if he tries to lay with you, no man ever will feel anything with you …ever"

Council Chamber

Red Keep, King's Landing

The atmosphere of the chamber could be felt with how tense and on edge it was. Rhaenyra walked into the room, hands resting on the shelf-like curve of her phat rump, as she looked around to get a feel of the surroundings.

Why were the Dragonkeepers here?

"It happened in the darkness of the night, your Grace, the thief masterfully eluded our sentries" the head Dragonkeeper started in a hesitant tone, heavy tongue rolling in High Valyrian as he tried to keep his gaze on the ground rather than the annoyed king.

"Do explain to me how it is possible for a single thief to steal a dragon egg right under the watch of more than 50 Dragonkeepers?"

"It was Prince Naruto, your Grace"

The council grew silent as the name reverberated across the chamber, growing even more intense with the King's tired sigh as he palmed his face and turned to Rhaenyra. Said princess had a frown on her face.

Everyone in the council knew about the prince's prowess. Only he could do such a thing.

Having grown tired of the silence of the room, Otto coughed into his hand and turned to address the resigned king. "The prince left a missive which might explain his reasons"

It was a silent signal for the Grand Maester to open up the paper and start reading it out loud. "I hope this letter finds you in good health, brother, for whatever our differences, I do not wish any ill to befall you. In light of that, I consider it courteous to invite you to Dragonstone for the birth of my heir. The dragon egg is to be placed at the cradle, in the custom of House Targaryen"

"Lady Rhea hasn't been with child since the birth of her daughter, your Grace" the Master of Whisperers added, turning to the king in response to his unasked question. "It could be a ruse"

"Or maybe he has impregnated one of his whores" Otto interrupted with a straight line to his expression, making his disgust evident. "He had been sighted boarding two of his most …used prostitutes, a Mysaria and Mira from the Street of Silks, onto his ships during his abdication"

"…" Viserys remained silent through the argument, opting to listen to the debate go on and on with an emotionless expression. What was his brother planning now?

Rhaenyra could feel a sharp pain in the depths of her chest as she heard the birth of an heir. She knew he was married to a woman from the Vale, of Runestone to be specific, but he had never gone through such trouble as to steal an egg for his offspring especially when tensions were high between King's Landing and Dragonstone.

What was so special about this offspring?

Who was it that he has impregnated this time? Someone special? Someone different?

Wait …

"Which egg did he steal?"

Her question even gained the king's attention.

"It was the egg you had chosen for Prince Baelon's cradle, princess"

That did it.

Viserys pushed back his chair and stood up angrily, hurt and frustration clearly visible on his visage. "I've been lenient enough with my brother, but he goes too far!"

Rhaenyra was already gone by the time the King decided against going himself and sending Otto Hightower with a platoon of soldiers. She would not stand to the side while the last memory of her late brother was snatched from them.

Dragonstone

"This is not the Dragonstone I remember"

The strict and manipulative Hand had to outright admit as he stepped off the ship and looked around the island, eyes instantly being gravitated towards newly built structures, in a manner of style that he had only read about in books of the destroyed Valyrian Freehold.

Dragonstone did not have a proper port to brag about, just enough to dock ships in but not anything to write home about. At least that's what he remembered it to be. Now it was different, there were guards, light houses all over the island, and a system they had to go through to pull their ship into the port.

Fortunately for them, the King's seal had enough effect to not be disturbed too much as they were escorted to the gate that led to a series of stairways and snake-like pathway to the main castle.

Except now there were 50 of so guards at the gates, quite different than what he remembered the City Watch to be. They were dressed in all black, from head to toe and armed to the teeth with strange spheres.

He suspected it to be Dragonglass, a rare mineral only found on Dragonstone.

When the gates opened and they were led to the pathway, Otto knew Naruto was planning something big. The pathway was the same as before, except now there were houses, buildings and markets along the way.

It was an entire city within the gates!

And he could see scores upon scores of soldiers standing guard across the path.

He doubted his 50 men would be able to protect him if the guards felt the slightest bit of threat directed at them.

Naruto wasn't just living here, he was rebuilding, fortifying the island, increasing his army, building ships and ultimately turning the secluded island into a bustling center of trade and opportunities.

He was planning something!

"Halt …who goes there?"

Otto noted, with a developing feeling of foreboding in the pits of his stomach, that the guards standing at the gates of the main castle were yet different than the others. They were taller, more beefy, almost like bears and carrying crimson shields made out of strange material.

Almost like …dragon scales!

"Otto Hightower, Hand to King Viserys of House Targaryen"

The guards nodded and opened the gates, gesturing to the group to follow them as they trekked across the hallways, corridors, staircases until they finally arrived at the foot of two massive gates.

'Even the gates are different' Otto mused with a frown. There were engravements of dragons being ridden by strangely dressed men, most probably pointing to the history of the Freehold.

They were ushered in.

And there he saw him.

A chill ran through his spine as his eyes fell on the figure of the Demon Prince seated on the Stony Throne like a true king. He sat on the throne like a ruler with a purpose, straight, composed and stony as the seat he occupied.

The wall behind the stony seat was not there, replaced by an empty void to let air in and offer a magnificent view of the sea.

He couldn't help but wonder what the realm would be like if the prince was the king.

He shuddered to think.

"Welcome to Dragonstone, Otto" the prince's unsettlingly deep voice echoed across the chamber.

With the king's orders in his hand, Otto was confident that nothing would harm him …even the Rogue Prince, surprising as that may be. "Your occupation of the island is at an end. By orders of his Grace, you are to return the egg you've stolen, leave the island, disband your army and kneel …"

"Have you not grown tired of being my brother's lapdog, Otto?" the prince started in a pointed tone, eyes disturbingly reddish as he smiled in what was known to be a draconian way.

"As Hand of the King, I have responsibilities both to the people and his Grace, responsibilities that I must see through for the stability of the realm" the elderly Hightower answered calmly, though his expression said otherwise. "I'd reckon the concept of upholding ones' duties is beyond your level of comprehension"

The silver haired prince chuckled…unexpectedly so, resting his hand on a clenched fist. "Yes, of course. Responsibilities. Duties. And I suppose coercing your teenage daughter into seducing the king counts as a viable measure for the stability of the realm?"

Being put on the spot, especially on such a delicate topic, Otto couldn't help but feel speechless as he tried to come up with an answer. The only answer he could give was anger.

"I do not have to debase myself so low as to humor the idea of answering such filthy accusations" the Hand bit back, gritting his teeth in anger as he clenched the letter in his hand. "I'm but a messenger."

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Before Naruto answer or rather humiliate the elderly man any further, the massive gates to the throne room were pushed wide open and a frowning Rhaenyra stomped in.

The smiling prince felt a stir in his loins at the sight of the petite but beautiful princess walking into the room with an angry expression, unintentional sway to those infamous Targaryen hips. By God Almighty, she was a spitting image of her mother.

"Uncle!"

The silver haired prince smiled widely. "Princess…"

"Princess…what are you doing here?" Otto asked curiously.

"Ser Otto, I'd like to have a word with my uncle" her tone of voice permitted no retort or answer.

The remaining group was escorted out of the chamber, either by themselves or by force in the case of Ser Criston when he showed resistance. Rhaenyra watched in silence as her wayward uncle called for a squire to fetch him a glass of wine while seated on the throne that rightfully belonged to her.

Though she would be lying if she didn't believe that he looked more like a king than her father. He occupied that throne like he was born for it. Like the seat was molded to fit his form. And what a form it was.

Images of the prince sitting on the throne while she services his mighty shaft popped up in her mind before she shook her head. It moistened her nether lips with arousal.

"What are you doing, uncle?"

Twirling the contents of his goblet, Naruto gave his niece a pointed look. "Drinking my wine obviously"

Rhaenyra was not amused. "Father tells me you had no issues with my position as the heir and yet here you are, occupying my castle and stealing dragon eggs for your supposed children"

"As tempting as the position of ruling may be, I do not envy it nor do I have any desire to rule" the prince replied idly, taking a long gulp from the aged wine as he stood up from the stony throne and walked around to face the sea. "So I've no quarrels with you over your claim to the throne"

"Then what is the meaning of this?"

The silver haired prince smiled widely, raising the goblet to his lips as he turned to face the annoyed princess. "To bring you here of course"

Rhaenyra was taken aback by the revelation and a hundred thoughts ran through her mind. Could her uncle truly be ok with her claim as the heiress? Was this all just some elaborate ruse to get her to come to the island so he could deal with her?

No, ruthless and sadistic he might be but he was no kin slayer.

"Why?"

"Aemma my love, come"

The princess's eyes widened to impossible proportions as the door to the side of the throne opened and the beautiful figure of her mother stepped in with a grace only she could muster.

Dressed in a glossy silver gown and silver locks let loose over her back and shoulders, she looked out of this world… as if an angel was sent down from the heavens. The curves, endowments and contorts of her voluptuous form even had the princess whistle internally in appreciation.

"Brother, what pleasure could you possibly get from confusing my little girl?" Aemma asked in a soft, accusing tone, albeit the smile on her face said otherwise as she glided to the open arms of her twin and locked lips for the briefest of moments before turning to her daughter. "Rhaenyra"

"The pleasure of seeing that look of anger on her face" the prince replied with a grin, arm wrapped around her lithe form and resting on the shelf of her incredibly thick rump. "She reminds me so much of you when you were that age. Angry, rebellious, quite bossy too"

"I am right here!"

Elbowing her grinning brother in the ribs, Aemma shook her head and approached the annoyed princess with a motherly smile, opening her arms widely as said girl rushed into her embrace.

THE END

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