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Red Keep ― Small Council chamber…
"Your Grace. My lord Hand," Farrier spoke up. "I've investigated the rumors surrounding the Triarchy's remnants constructing a large fleet for another invasion. We have collaborated with our undercover agents stationed across the Narrow Sea and verified that the rumors are accurate. By all reports, the Triarchy plans to make their move within a month to six weeks at the earliest before the start of the new year."
"Gods be good; they just don't know when to give up," William exasperated.
"I'm told the Triarchy – or rather, what's left of them – is gathering an armada consisting of 90 warships, mostly comprising of longships along with five war galleys, all of which carry a combined total of over 10,000 corsairs," Corlys reported. "With His Grace's leave, I've sent word to Driftmark. Our fleet is already preparing to set sail when the time is right. Now that their plans have been laid bare, I believe we can turn the element of surprise in our favor and use it against them." With extensive involvement in naval warfare against the Triarchy in the Stepstones on numerous occasions, the Sea Snake's knowledge and expertise proved immense value in what was perceived to be the bloodiest sea battles ever fought. Corlys, revealing a map of the Narrow Sea, strategically marked crucial locations from the Stepstones to the Blackwater Bay. "Based on the reports, the Triarchy will likely aim for the Gullet – to cripple our trade routes on the east coast and beggar out ports."
"Do we know why they're not going through the Stepstones instead?" Alwyn asked.
"Mutiny," Aeonar said with a stern expression on his face, placing pieces on the map. "My sources have informed me that the late Ser Vaemond's sons, Daemion and Daeron, turned their cloaks along with the Silent Five and chose to serve a foreign power instead of remaining in isolation. They bring nothing but shame and disgrace to House Velaryon. Their foolishness knows no limits."
As Corlys gazed upon Aeonar, memories flooded his mind. He recalled Rhaenys' words after he recovered from his blood fever. Vaemond, Corlys' younger brother, had foolishly attempted to press his claim to Driftmark ahead of his grandson and desired heir, Prince Jacaerys. When the crown denied his petition, Vaemond publicly questioned the legitimacy of Rhaenyra's sons before the sick and ailing King Viserys I. The consequences of his actions were swift and brutal. As punishment, Daemon and Aeonar executed Vaemond in a ruthless display, but Aeonar didn't stop there. In a cruel and unforgiving act, he ordered the tongues of Vaemond's five sons to be ripped out as well, punishing them for repeating the same offense. Fearing they would be targeted next, Ser Daemion and Daeron Velaryon promptly fled King's Landing, seeking refuge far from the reach of Aeonar's wrath. However, despite their physical departure from the capital, the resentment and anger towards the Young Dragon's involvement in their family's tragedy lingered within the minds of Ser Daemion and his brother Daeron. They could not simply forget the pain and suffering inflicted upon their kin. This burning desire for justice and vengeance led them to join the Caltrops, seeking vengeance for their father's death.
Otto sat deep in thought, his mind consumed by the potential consequences that could arise from the Caltrops appointing Daemion and Daeron as emissaries to the High Council of Triarchs to forge an alliance with the Triarchy remnants. As he pondered this decision, a part of him couldn't help but wonder if this conflict between the Triarchy remnants and the Blacks would ultimately benefit the Caltrops, who remained quiet as they recovered following the failed battle of Rook's Rest. The Hand of the King firmly believed that they would again go on the move once the Caltrops stabilized their region and rebuilt its military strength. However, Otto thought that Unwin and Aemond would take a different approach and choose a different tactic altogether.
"It shouldn't be of concern," Farrier noted. "We've had our most skilled agents diligently monitor the situation for quite some time. We're well aware of the Triarchy's impending arrival, which gives us the advantage for now. They're still oblivious to our preparedness. What's more, the weather could affect the outcome. There's a fog rolling in. By nightfall…"
"It'll keep our forces hidden for a time to spring an ambush, but bear in mind that it could also work both ways," Aeonar pointed out its significance astutely. The Young Dragon, who excelled as both a spymaster and a commander, recognized the potential impact of fog on the outcome of a battle between the Blacks and the Triarchy remnants in open seas. Despite his descent into Targaryen madness, his mind for military strategy and tactics surprisingly remained intact. Aeonar felt a sense of belonging in his element. "Lord Corlys," he said, "how many vessels does Driftmark currently possess in its shipyards?"
"We have 200 at our disposal, Your Grace. Sixty war galleys, forty longships, and more than a hundred cogs and great cogs – each outfitted for prolonged naval engagements," Corlys stood tall and confident before the small council, his voice unwavering as he delivered his report. He then piercingly gazes at his colleagues, especially the Hand, as if daring any of them to speak out against his proposal as they've done before under King Viserys. "Among the men, only myself, His Grace, and Daemon Targaryen have firsthand experience facing the Triarchy in battle. The first time we fought them, it would have taken anyone else six years to drive them out of the Stepstones, yet we defeated them in less than two. A preemptive strike would deliver the crippling blow we need to sever the snake's head and end them for good."
"So long as it's not a reckless act and every instruction is followed to the letter," Aeonar's eyes intensely scanned the map, analyzing every detail precisely. He then placed his own pieces along the borders of Lys, Myr, and Tyrosh, plus two around Pentos and Volantis, each move calculated and strategic. His expression was unreadable, but a sense of ruthlessness emanated from him. Clearly, the Young Dragon had something up his sleeve, and his enemies would soon feel the pain for whatever was to come. With Lady Johanna undercover and in conjunction with my agents as 'the Black Swann,' Project Shadowhand will finish what Plan Zero started: the end of the Triarchy. You should not have come back, Sharako. The same goes for you, Racallio. This time, there will be no escape. "You have my leave to go, Lord Admiral. Begin mobilizing the Velaryon fleet and assemble the best crew you can find. My sons and I will join you shortly."
With a smirk on his face, Corlys reveled in the moment he had been eagerly anticipating. "At once, Your Grace," he dutifully responded without hesitation. With a sense of purpose, he rose from his seat and gracefully exited the confines of the small council chamber, making his way back to High Tide. It was no surprise that Corlys had successfully maneuvered his way to gain complete authority, courtesy of the crown. By cleverly outmaneuvering Otto Hightower and appealing directly to the king, who held a greater understanding and sympathy towards his cause, Corlys had achieved his objective. This time, he was confident that he would receive the much-needed reinforcements to defeat the Triarchy once and for all.
"Your Grace," Otto looked bewildered as if trying to protest.
As Aeonar rose from his seat, the room fell into an eerie silence, the air thick with anticipation. His deliberate slowness only added to the gravity of the moment, as if time had slowed down to accommodate his presence. Once a mysterious gaze, the lilac hue of his eyes now seemed to burn with an otherworldly intensity. Encircling those captivating eyes were blood-red crimson ringlets like a halo of fire framing his face. They seemed to pulsate with an energy that was both mesmerizing and unsettling, hinting at a power that lay dormant within him. Except for Otto, the Hand of the King, each member of the Black Council felt a shiver run down their spines as they became the focus of his penetrating gaze. Aeonar's intense gaze seemed to possess an uncanny ability to see beyond the surface, to delve into the depths of their very souls. It was as if he could unravel their darkest secrets, hidden desires, and deepest fears with a single glance. The weight of his scrutiny was suffocating, making it impossible for anyone to hide their true intentions or motivations. Aeonar's gaze swept across the Black Council one by one, leaving no stone unturned. His eyes lingered on each advisor as if he were imprinting their essence into his memory, analyzing their every move and thought. It was a silent challenge, a test of their loyalty and resolve.
"You remember the Field of Fire, my lords, how the Iron Fist – the largest army formed by the Kingdoms of the Reach and the Rock – fell to Aegon and his three dragons during the Conquest despite outnumbering my ancestors five to one? Well… how would the Triarchy fare against nine dragons? Mwahahaha!"
Red Keep ― Maegor's Holdfast…
From her room in Maegor's Holdfast, Alicent gazed out the highest window, observing the frantic activity below. Targaryen men-at-arms and Velaryon sailors hurriedly moved about, each rushing to their designated positions. Alicent had been informed that her husband had recently issued a decree urgently calling for experienced volunteers and conscripting able-bodied young men to serve on the Velaryon fleet. The Lykirī Mēre would also accompany them on the ships by the order of their grandmaster. This was all in preparation for the imminent battle from the east. The crown needed all the help it could get to confront the Triarchy on the treacherous open waters. However, Alicent's primary concern lay with her own children amidst the preparations. Her sons, Jaehaerys, Aegon, and Viserys, along with her daughter Aemma, were all set to ride their dragons into battle alongside their father. Although Rhaenyra had promised to accompany them with her sons Jacaerys and Lucerys, along with their dragons, the queen couldn't shake off her troubled thoughts. Including the dragonseed Nettles and her dragon Sheepstealer only heightened Alicent's anxiety.
Baela, Rhaena, and Joffrey were the only ones to stay behind, as their two dragons were still too small to be ridden into battle. Moreover, an unhatched dragon egg amidst them demanded their utmost care and attention. Consequently, they were designated to remain in King's Landing while their loved ones embarked on a treacherous expedition with the Velaryon fleet to confront the Triarchy.
Despite her strong opposition to sending her children to fight against the Triarchy, Alicent could not convince Aeonar to reconsider his decision. The queen, still plagued by nightmares of her youngest child's death, was consumed by fear and worried for the well-being of her remaining offspring. Suppressing the anxious impulse to pick at her cuticles and fingernails, Alicent tightly gripped her wrist. You better take good care of them, Rhaenyra. That's all I can ask for. Jay… Aegon, Viserys, Aemma… oh, my dear, sweet little girl… Support each other as best you can out there, and come back in one piece. Please, for your mother's sake.
Alicent was sitting at her desk, lost in thought when she heard a sudden knock on her door. She looked up, surprised, and wondered who could be calling on her at this hour. She got up from her chair, fixed her conservative dress, and quickly bound her hair up in a circlet, expecting a visitor.
"The lady Baela Targaryen, Your Grace," Talya said.
"Send her in," Alicent replied.
Baela enters the queen's apartments, defying the expectations set for a consort. She dons a striking black Targaryen riding outfit embellished with three-dimensional reddish-brown dragon scale pieces on her shoulders and forearm. The maroon collar of her coat boasts a triple row of these scale pieces; each accentuated with round dark yellow beads around the V-neck. In contrast to traditional attire, Baela wears brown trousers and black knee-high boots, proudly displaying her identity as a Targaryen and dragonrider, much like her father, Prince Daemon. "Your Grace," she greeted her mother-in-law.
"Ah, Baela. I wasn't expecting you," the queen surmised. Alicent knew the importance of keeping an eye on those whom her children trusted. However, she hadn't had the chance to spend as much time with her daughter-in-law as she wanted to since she married her eldest son. Despite this, Alicent made a conscious effort to pay attention to her daughter-in-law's behavior and demeanor. As she observed Baela, Alicent couldn't help but notice her unconventional sense of fashion, which others might have criticized. But given Alicent's upbringing around Rhaenyra, the queen wasn't surprised by her choice of dress. "Is there something you need?"
"No, not really. Thought you could use a visitor these days."
"That's very considerate of you. I understand you've been enjoying the married life."
"So far, yes. To be candid, the idea of marriage was never something I desired or even considered for my future. I guess it was because of Jay that I thought about it more."
"That's good to hear. Arranged marriages hold significant importance in establishing alliances with other noble families across the realm, to the extent that the betrothed never meet until their wedding day. But it's rarer still when a match between two parties takes place after they've fallen in love. Making a successful marriage work requires the joint effort of both partners to build it slowly over the years, stone by stone. If we abandon this belief, we will undoubtedly find ourselves in utter despair. But love is stronger. It lasts longer."
"Blegh, it sounds a bit too sweet for my taste," Baela let out an exasperated sigh and raised her eyebrows in annoyance. She had always been fiercely independent and refused to conform to society's expectations of how a young woman should behave to please someone else.
Alicent couldn't help but stifle a chuckle as she watched her daughter-in-law. She behaved so much like Rhaenyra when they were younger. Memories flooded her mind as she reminisced about the past and the similarities between the two women.
"Fuck!"
"What's wrong?"
"I hate this… being left behind. I'd rather be out there fighting with them. But instead, all I'm told is I'll get in the way."
"I know it hurts not being there at his side."
Baela scoffed. "Pfft! Yeah, it sucks. Thanks for bringing it up." From her vantage point, she observed the lively atmosphere below. Aegon was helping Lucerys prepare for the upcoming battle, carefully fastening the straps of his armor and giving him a friendly smack on the back of his head to get him ready. Viserys and Nettles were engaged in a heated argument over who had more knowledge about dragons. Aemma was gently brushing Silverwing, soothing the great beast. But what caught her attention the most was the sight of Jaehaerys conversing and strategizing with Jace. Though she despised being left behind, she couldn't ignore that the Triarchy was expected to arrive with a massive armada. This reminded her of her last conversation with Jaehaerys on their wedding night, and she couldn't help but consider the potential outcome of the upcoming battle. "Was it like this with you and the king?"
"How so?" Alicent inquired.
"Being told you can't go simply because you'll be a burden to someone else?"
"No, it wasn't like that at first. Things back then were rather different compared to how it is now. Twenty years ago, the Triarchy had been occupying the Stepstones for a time. Your grandfather, Lord Corlys, strongly advocated seizing the islands when others refused to heed his warning. My lord husband was his only supporter on the small council. Relations between him and King Viserys were strained at the time when Queen Aemma died. It was during this period that I learned I was pregnant with Jaehaerys. After Corlys resigned in protest, my husband and your father joined him in the fight against the Triarchy in the Stepstones."
Baela raised an eyebrow, now curious. "Wait, His Grace wasn't with you?" she asked.
Alicent shook her head. "No, but I worried for him nonetheless. Prayed every day and night from my window for his safe return. I wanted Aeonar there in the birthing room with me, mind you, when my time was near to bring Jaehaerys into this world, but sadly, fate declared it was not to be." She reminisced. "He eventually did return from a campaign that lasted two long years, and I introduced him to our son. But I believe Jay would show more devotion if you were in our position and come to love your children the way we do ours. Bringing little princes and princesses into the world, the discomfort it brings is how we best serve the realm."
"I'd rather serve as a knight and ride into battle and glory."
Alicent couldn't help but let out a small laugh. The situation was almost comical - Baela's words mirrored those of Rhaenyra's when she spoke to Queen Aemma years ago. And yet, here Alicent found herself doing the exact same thing her late mother-in-law did. "We have royal wombs, you and I. We all have roles to play in this world. The childbed is our battlefield; the court and the outside world are theirs," she advised. "The best we can do is support our husbands in any way we can and learn to face our duties with a stiff lip."
Baela carefully pondered over the queen's words, her mother-in-law's words. It was true that initially, Baela didn't want kids primarily because of the tragic fate that befell her own mother, Laena Velaryon, six years ago. This unfortunate experience made her feel very lonely, and she swore never to become a mere broodmare for any man she encountered. It did not sit well with her. However, with Jaehaerys now joining the others in the battle against the Triarchy, Baela couldn't help but wonder if she would ever lay eyes on him again. Yes, House Targaryen, renowned for their possession of dragons and mastery of the skies, seemed invincible and were believed to be closer to gods than to men. However, dragons are just as vulnerable as their riders are, as demonstrated when Meraxes was struck down by a scorpion's iron bolt through the eye against the Principality of Dorne during the First Dornish War, killing both dragon and her rider Queen Rhaenys Targaryen in the process. As these thoughts swirled within Baela's head, she found herself questioning her previous stance. Had she reconsidered her position? Did she now desire children out of a sense of duty or because of her profound love for Jaehaerys? Baela shook her head, uncertain of her own heart's desires. "I'll… I need to think about it," she said.
"I know it's easy to feel pressured into making a decision, Baela, but don't rush into something you might not be ready for. Take some time to really think about what you believe is right," Alicent suggested, her voice warm and reassuring, "and be sure you don't come to regret them. Always remember that I'm here for you, not just as the queen, but also as your mother-in-law and a fellow woman. You can count on me whenever you need me."
"Thanks, Your Grace."
"Take care of yourself, Baela."
Upon leaving the queen's room, Baela spent the next few hours contemplating her options. She wanted to make the best decision for both herself and Jaehaerys. It was not a matter of selfishness but rather a deep concern that any decision made in haste could lead to regret. Baela knew that the decision on whether or not to have children was not one to be taken lightly. It was a choice that would shape their future. As she paced back and forth in her chambers, Baela's mind raced with thoughts of what having children would mean for them. She thought about the sacrifices they would have to make, the time and attention that would be diverted. This internal struggle frustrated her, but she knew it was necessary. After all, Baela and Jaehaerys were married; they trusted and loved each other, and he would always go above and beyond to ensure she was well taken care of. Seven hells, Baela loved him more than anything in the world and would do anything to protect him. She'd have Moondancer burn someone alive if they ever threatened or harmed him. And even the mere thought of other women showing flirtatious interest in Jaehaerys would ignite fierce jealousy within her, and she'd end up throttling them. He was hers and hers alone! But the idea of having his babies? That was a topic that needed to be discussed. Baela knew she had to bring it up with Jaehaerys tonight before he left for the frontlines again.
If she delayed any longer, she knew that, eventually, she would regret putting it off for too long.
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The night was dark and quiet, and Jaehaerys found himself sitting at a table in his solar. His eyes were fixed on the model replica of Old Valyria, which stood before him. He was lost in thought, contemplating the upcoming deployment of him, his siblings, and the rest of their family to reinforce the Velaryon fleet against the Triarchy at dawn. The model was his late grandfather King Viserys' pet project, an attempt to reconstruct the fallen empire. The model had once been in his room, but it was moved to Jaehaerys' after his grandfather's passing. Old books and maps were laid beside it, providing research about the details of the Targaryen's ancestral homeland.
Jaehaerys picked up a figurine of a dragon and started to fiddle with it, using his tools to carve a new one from marble. It was an activity he used to enjoy with his grandfather, and he often recollected memories from his childhood about how long they would spend around the table. But now, it was just him, and he felt the weight of his grandfather's absence. The silence in the room was a clear sign of how much he missed him. Jaehaerys gently set the model on the table, extinguishing the flickering candle with a soft breath. However, as a pair of hands playfully covered his eyes, the Silver Dragon remained completely unfazed, not even a hint of surprise crossing his face.
"Guess who?"
"Baela, I know it's you."
"How can you tell?"
"I recognized your footsteps. Your attempt at subtlety was not as effective as you think."
"Pfft! You're no fun," Baela said, removing her hands from Jaehaerys' face and shifting her attention to the Valyria model. She took in every meticulous detail, her eyes tracing over the intricate patterns and precise locations. As her gaze roamed over the model, memories of her father's tales and depictions of House Targaryen's ancestral homeland before the Doom destroyed it flooded her mind. The patterns and locations on the model seemed familiar to her, as she had seen them when living in Pentos during her studies in Prince Reggio's manse, where her father would recount the tales of the ancient civilization. "How long have you been at this?"
"For a while," Jaehaerys answered, standing from his seat. "It's still not finished yet, though. The architecture of the topless towers and the Fourteen Flames require further refinement before incorporating vibrant hues into its four districts. It's… something my grandfather and I used to do when I was a child. Looking at it now," he briefly glanced at the miniature representation, "over a thousand dragons, a navy large enough to span the seas of the world. The glory of Old Valyria will never be seen again." But perhaps it's better this way. We can't reclaim what was lost, but we can start anew by focusing on the here and now. We can only judge the future from what we have learned from the past so as not to repeat them.
"It's beautiful," Baela admired the work. "Is that the Oktio Izultion (Civic Centre)?" she pointed.
"Hmm? Yes, Baela, it is. Valyria's oldest district, the city's seat of power. The Anogrion sat to the left of the main palace where the bloodmages worked their craft."
"Yes, I remember. The Boterlion (Industrial Area) was situated at the foot of the mountain. It was home to slave quarters, aqueducts, and bathhouses." Baela again pointed to another section of the model. "And that right there," she continued, "is the Vestrion (Forum). It was said to have been Valyria's center of social and public life, designed to impress its visitors. Its buildings were much grander than the rest of the city. At its end, parallel to the palace in the Civic Centre, sat the Bōjurlion, a massive arena where Meereen's fighting pits draw their inspiration from."
A smile spread across Jaehaerys' face as he gazed at Baela, glancing over his shoulder. He was impressed. "You know your history," he complimented.
Baela shook her head amusingly, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips. "I might be a tomboy, Jay, but I'm not stupid," she teased, giving his shoulder a playful punch. "Besides, I'm a Targaryen. Like you. Father ensured Rhaena and I were well-versed in the history of Old Valyria: its culture, what civilization was like, the Doom, everything."
"My lady Baela, I assure you I hold you in the highest regard and would never insinuate otherwise."
"I know you wouldn't do something like that, Jay. Well, at least I hope not, for your own good."
Jaehaerys was well aware of Baela's penchant for teasing him. As time passed, he became accustomed to her playful banter, allowing him to discern whether she was merely joking or genuinely serious. Nevertheless, Jaehaerys understood the importance of treading carefully and avoiding any actions that might upset her. He knew all too well that when provoked, Baela punches hard. That said, though, Jaehaerys possessed a keen political acumen and had enough insight into Baela's character to discern when something was troubling her. "You seem a bit… distracted. Is there something on your mind?" he asked.
"Hmm? What other reason is there other than wanting to see my husband before he goes off to fight again?" Baela inquired.
Baela, I know you. There's more to it than that. "There are plenty of ways to skin a pig, Baela."
"Ugh, all right, all right! Fine, you saw through me… again. There is something on my mind," Baela let out a deep sigh as she sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes fixed on the ground. She gestured for Jaehaerys to join her, and when he did, an awkward silence hung between them. Baela had spent countless hours rehearsing the conversation in her mind, yet now that the moment had arrived, she felt like a timid little girl struggling to find the courage to speak her mind. She took a deep breath and tried to steady her nerves, knowing that what she had to say was important and needed to be heard. "Fuck, I wish I could go with you. I hate being left behind."
"I know, but it's for the best this time."
"And I get it. I understand your wanting to keep me safe, Jay, and I love you for it nonetheless. That doesn't make me feel any better. I wish I could be there with Moondancer, keeping an eye on you, if nothing else. After all, this is the Triarchy we're talking about. What's left of them. Grandfather almost died the last time they fought, except you're all charting into unknown territory. So tell me how you're feeling? And be honest. Don't bullshit me otherwise."
Jaehaerys sighed. I suppose she deserves to know the truth. She'll be mad if I tell her otherwise. "Between you and me, Baela? I have no idea how we're going to do this," he confessed. "So much is at stake. I'm doing everything I can, but…"
He's afraid. Afraid of losing someone. "Jay, listen to me. You're doing better than most. You are Jaehaerys Targaryen, the Silver Dragon and heir to the Iron Throne. You and your brothers and sister went up against Vhagar, the largest dragon in the world, and you all walked out alive. Whatever someone else might have to say, they can't call you 'too young' or 'an inexperienced greenhorn' anymore. Who else could have done what you did?"
There it is: the fire blazing in Baela's eyes and the sharpness in her words. Whenever she had doubts, Jaehaerys was her rock. This time, she's doing the same for him—giving her unwavering support. As the Prince of Dragonstone, Jaehaerys carries the weight of immense responsibility on his shoulders, but it can also become a heavy burden. When the battles commence, he will be entrusted with the well-being of his brothers, sister, and cousins. Baela understood Jaehaerys's devotion to family values and the necessity to protect them from harm. Despite his tendency to put others first, Baela can see the toll it takes on him even when no one else can see it. And she'll be damned if she lets him falter. No, Baela won't allow it. Embodying the true spirit of a fearless Targaryen dragonrider, she is determined to stand by Jaehaerys's side and ensure that he remains strong in the face of adversity.
As Jaehaerys attentively listened to Baela's words with unwavering attention, he felt them gradually seeping into his consciousness. It was all too easy to lose oneself in the journey or even to falter along the way, but he knew that as long as there were people around to lend him a hand, he could keep going. Baela's words had a way of motivating him, providing him with the much-needed push to continue, no matter how challenging things might become down the line. Taking her hand in his, Jaehaerys looked upon his fierce, fiery Targaryen wife, knowing he could always count on her to have his back. "I love you, Baela," he murmured.
"And I love you, Jay. Don't ever forget that." Baela relished the soothing comfort she experienced with Jaehaerys, cherishing every second of this fleeting moment. However, she couldn't ignore the inevitable truth that the dawn would soon break in a few hours, ending their time together. Contemplating the counsel of her mother-in-law, Queen Alicent, earlier that morning, Baela was determined not to let any words or actions befall her that she would later regret. If fate deemed this to be their final night together before Jaehaerys went to fight once more, Baela yearned to create an unforgettable memory, ensuring that their time together would be etched in their hearts forever. "Jaehaerys," she addressed his full name, "do you remember back to our first night? About how I wanted to have kids with you someday?"
Jaehaerys nodded. "Of course I do," he affirmed. "There's no need to rush into things if you're not ready."
"I know, but I feel it needs to be said, so please just let me get this out. I've… been thinking about it. A lot, lately. About us. About whether or not the timing was appropriate. So, after much thought and… careful consideration, I… I'm ready, Jay. I want to start a family with you."
Jaehaerys was taken aback, his mind racing to process Baela's words. Throughout their relationship, Baela had always been hesitant, even reluctant, about the idea of having children. Their wedding night had been a passionate and unforgettable experience, but the plans they had made for starting a family had been put on hold indefinitely due to the political turmoil and chaos the Dance of the Dragons had brought to Westeros. Now, as he looked into Baela's eyes, Jaehaerys couldn't help but wonder what had brought about this sudden change in her. Was it the looming threat of death that hung over them, the possibility that their lives could be cut short at any moment? Or was it a genuine desire to bring new life into this tumultuous world? As he listened intently to her words, searching for any hint of deception or humor, Jaehaerys found none. Baela was serious - she wanted to bear his child and become the mother of his children. And now, she was asking him, her voice barely above a whisper, to impregnate her. Their faces were so close that Jaehaerys could feel the warmth of Baela's breath on his skin, their connection palpable in that intimate moment. The weight of her request settled heavily on his shoulders, the responsibility and implications of it all swirling in his mind. But as he looked into Baela's eyes, he knew that he couldn't deny her this, not when she had bared her soul to him so openly. "If… you're certain," he spoke softly.
"Will this convince you?" Baela remarked. Grasping Jaehaerys's face firmly but tenderly, she drew him closer to her, their lips meeting in a gentle yet passionate collision. With a soft thud, their warm mouths melded together, their tongues intertwined, exploring each other's mouths with a hint of insatiable desire. After a fleeting yet intense moment of desire, the two eventually parted, leaving behind a lingering passion. "Hmm? Is that enough for you?"
Jaehaerys shook his head. "I'm convinced," he answered breathlessly.
"Good." Baela gradually brought down her hand towards her nightgown, gently pulling the fabric aside to reveal the tender flesh of one of her breasts. "Now… be a good boy and make love to your princess, Jaehaerys. I'll expect nothing less from my dragon."
At this, Jaehaerys disrobes Baela, basking in the sight of her naked body as Baela's hands roam over his body, exploring every inch of him with a hunger that matches his own. He can feel her breath on his skin, warm and inviting, as she presses her lips to his neck and trails kisses down his chest. He moans softly, unable to contain the pleasure that courses through him. His hands roam over her curves and trace the contours of her flesh. As they continue to explore each other, their passion grows more intense. Jaehaerys feels as though he is on fire, consumed by the desire that Baela has awakened within him. He can't get enough of her, and he knows that he never will. Her hair, a shimmering shade of silver-white, had recently grown from a chin-length cut to graze her shoulders. Her alluring purple eyes possessed a fiery intensity yet also exuded warmth, hospitality, and a subtle longing for him. The touch of her velvety, dark Velaryon skin was irresistibly smooth, enticing him to explore further. As their passionate kiss deepens, Baela reciprocates by undressing Jaehaerys, paying no mind to potentially damaging or tearing at his clothes. Her sole focus was to witness his nakedness once more, and she would not stop until her desires were fully satisfied.
Finally, they are both naked, lost in the ecstasy of the moment.
Jaehaerys eagerly explores her body with one hand, his fingertips delicately tracing the contours of her skin while firmly grasping her buttocks. With his other hand, he ventures further between her thighs, skillfully massaging against her moist entrance. Her vagina was already slick with arousal when he caressed her sensitive clitoris, making it easier to finger-fuck her. Baela's body reacts instinctively, trembling with pleasure as she passionately kisses him, delving her tongue deep into his mouth. She grinds against his hand, reciprocating the pleasure by firmly gripping his erect member and gradually stroking it. Jaehaerys begins to breathe heavily, and Baela follows suit, their rapid breaths making it difficult to keep up with their passionate kisses. They rest their foreheads against each other, their eyes locked in a gaze filled with lust, observing as their flushed cheeks reveal their heightened arousal.
Each movement of Jaehaerys' hand against Baela's wet pussy elicits soft whimpers from her, and her eyes flutter shut as her breath quickens. She reciprocates by increasing the speed of her hand movements on his dick, applying pressure at the tip and sliding her hand up and down the shaft. Baela then takes charge, flipping Jaehaerys onto his back and positioning herself over him. Soon after, she slowly plants tender kisses on his chest before trailing down to his abdomen and eventually spreads his legs apart, taking his dick in her hand once more.
"Ngh, Baela…" Jaehaerys groaned.
A mischievous grin spread across Baela's face, satisfied to know he was enjoying this. "Nice to know I still have that effect on you." She eyed his throbbing cock, which pulsated in her hand. "Mmm… nice and hot and hard for me, aren't you? You like that, don't you?" Twitch, in response, was an affirmative yes. "You know, I thought about the first time we had sex. But this time… I really want you to fuck me." Gripping onto his shaft, Baela ducks her head to flick her tongue against the tip. "Fuck, you've no idea how much I want this dick inside me…" With that, Baela swiftly moved, eagerly taking him into her mouth.
Jaehaerys groans upon feeling the warm, wet softness of her mouth around his throbbing erection. Baela's tongue lapped on the underside with each bob of her head. He reaches down, lacing his fingers in her hair and gripping it tightly to encourage her. Baela lets out a moan in approval, leaning her head toward his grip. She moves further down, sinking his cock deeper into her mouth. "H-Holy fuck, Baela…!" he gritted his teeth. His hands push into her hair, pulling and pressing at the roots as if trying to get Baela to take more of him.
Baela's fellatio intensifies, causing a sloppy slathering of sounds to echo through the room. Jaehaerys felt his dick swell in her mouth, his desire for her turning primal. I want more… If Baela wanted him to really give her his all, then that's what he'd deliver on that promise. Smoothy, he bucked his hips into her mouth.
"Mmphf?!" Baela's eyes widened with surprise, her voice muffled by the sheer girth of his cock filling her mouth. Her eyes briefly watered as his member reached the back of her throat. The unexpected display of dominance by Jaehaerys caught her off guard. Would he fuck her face with such intensity? Baela gradually adjusted, allowing her throat to accommodate more of him, and she found herself growing increasingly aroused, evident by the increased secretion of fluids between her thighs. Despite this, Baela was confident that Jaehaerys could still hear her faint but audible moans. "Hurder, 'ay… Fuh my throa' hurder," she gagged.
Jaehaerys, upon hearing Baela's barely audible request, complied and quickened his pace. His hips moved instinctively, driving his member deeper into her mouth. A hot spurt of pre-cum spilled onto Baela's tongue, eliciting a moan from her. Jaehaerys shuddered as he felt her tongue flutter against his shaft. Any concerns he had about deepthroating her vanished as Baela gazed up at him, assuring him with her eyes that she was okay. She gagged momentarily but continued to take him further into her throat, closing her eyes as they watered. The vibrations of her throat against his cock caused Jaehaerys to groan and shudder once more. Looking down, he noticed that one of her hands had ventured south. As Baela began to rock her hips, he could hear her whimper in pleasure. Is she… Is she touching herself? He struggled to endure the intense pleasure as Baela orally stimulated him with such passion, causing her juices to trickle down her thighs and onto the mattress. She is! Seven hells, she actually is touching herself! Within seconds, Jaehaerys felt his loins begin to tighten. Shit! She's going to make me cum too soon! Pulling back, he withdraws his dick from Baela's mouth, allowing her room to breathe.
"Ack! Ack! Ack!" Baela coughed as she sought to catch her breath. "Holy shit, Jay," she gasped, her voice nearly hoarse and her eyes welled up with tears, a result of the intense sensation that had just overwhelmed her, "you really fucked my throat."
"Are you all right?" Jaehaerys asked, still concerned about her feelings.
Baela took another breath. "I… Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. But what about you? Got you worked up a little too much?" she teased again, still panting for air.
"Speak for yourself, you saucy minx," Jaehaerys pointed at the mess on the mattress. "If I were to assume, you were enjoying yourself a little too much as well. My, my, Baela. What a naughty little girl you are."
"Oh, really? Well then…" Baela laid back on the pillows, spreading her legs to reveal her glistening wet pussy. "You'd best do something about it, wouldn't you say? Come here, boy.~ I've been a very bad girl, and I need to be punished."
Jaehaerys carefully moved towards Baela and gently caressed his fingers against her moist opening.
"Mmm…~" She was enjoying it, a tingling sensation coursing through Baela's body as his touch sent shivers down her spine.
Jaehaerys proceeded to explore her vulva with his tongue, skillfully navigating the intricate folds of her pussy, savoring the taste of her arousal. The symphony of Baela's moans and gasps, coupled with her hips rhythmically bucking against his face, served as a clear indication to Jaehaerys that she was enjoying the oral pleasure he was giving her. Pausing momentarily at her sensitive bud, he skillfully caressed her clitoris, simultaneously inserting two fingers into her moist opening, gently stroking the inner walls until he located her G-spot.
Baela bit her lower lip, trying to stifle her moans as Jaehaerys expertly pleasured her. By the gods, he knew all the right spots to hit. Gasping for air, she felt her body start to move instinctively, unable to stay still under his touch. "Ooh…~ Oh, yeah. Mmm, oh, right there, baby.~ Right there. So gooood…~" she breathed out, feeling herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly, she couldn't hold back any longer. "J-Jay! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she cried out, her hips raising as she gave in to the intense pleasure coursing through her body. Shuddering and shaking, she rode out her orgasmic release. Baela panted exhaustedly, slowly as she began to recuperate until she felt knees against her parted thighs.
"Don't tell me you're worn out already," Jaehaerys teased, tracing the entrance of his dick against her wet opening.
"If you think… hah, if you think that alone is enough to take me out, you've got another thing coming," Baela retorted confidently. As Jaehaerys lifted her ankles onto his shoulders, Baela's gaze was drawn to his erect penis, poised at her entrance. She eagerly anticipated the fulfillment of her desires, knowing exactly what her body craved. "Well? What are you waiting for? Are you going to fuck me or not?"
Jaehaerys leaned forward, rubbing his cock against Baela's pussy as he balanced himself by gripping the sides of the bed to either side of her shoulders. With gentle strokes, he guided the tip of his manhood along her inner walls, gradually easing his width into the depths of her being until her warmth completely enveloped him. "Aaah, Baela…" a deep groan escaped his lips, savoring the intimate connection they shared once their bodies joined.
"Ooh, yeah, that's what I want. Mmm, that dick feels so good inside me," Baela's face expressed a deep sigh of satisfaction, accompanied by a sense of immense pleasure. She arched her back, her hands instinctively reaching out to firmly grasp Jaehaerys's wrists as if she needed to steady herself. The tightness of her inner vaginal walls enveloped his penis, securely holding him in place within her cervix. Lust consumed her gaze as Baela locked eyes with Jaehaerys, her impatience becoming increasingly evident. "Fuck me…" she demanded.
Jaehaerys initiates a rhythmic motion with his hips, maintaining a swift yet consistent pace, as he plunges his cock in and out of her vagina. He positions Baela in such a way that her lower body is tilted, ensuring that each thrust stimulates her G-spot. Baela responds with gasps and squirms in pleasure, her lips part, a rosy flush spreads across her cheeks, and her breaths labored. Jaehaerys pulls her closer to him as he thrusts, relentlessly pounding into her. This vigorous action causes Baela to gasp in delight as his erect member fills her completely, leaving her feeling utterly satisfied.
"Fuck… yes! Just like that, baby…!" Baela cried in ecstasy.
Jaehaerys silences Baela's cries with a passionate and intense kiss, enveloping each other's tongues. She tightly wraps her legs around his waist, securing him in place. This not only intensifies their connection but also makes it more challenging for him to withdraw, allowing him to penetrate her deeply. Baela willingly spreads her legs wider apart, allowing Jaehaerys to delve deeper into her with forceful and vigorous thrusts, filling the room with the sounds of their lovemaking. Her natural lubrication enhances the smoothness of their union, aided by the intoxicating aroma of their desire that fills the air. The sound of their gasps, the rhythmic collision of their hips, and the tantalizing sensation of his balls slapping against her ass, the smell of sex permeating the air, the pleasures of sex threaten to overwhelm the Targaryens.
"Harder, Jay! Fuck me more! I want you so bad!"
Tightening his muscles, Jaehaerys starts to vigorously fuck Baela, hammering his hips against hers with fierce thrusts. Her mouth parts eagerly, emitting a primal moan of ecstasy. If this hadn't roused the sleeping staff within the Red Keep, they pondered what possibly could.
"Oh, yeah! Don't stop! Oh yeah! Harder, harder, harder!~" Baela grips Jaehaerys's wrists tightly as her body gives into another orgasmic release. Her breathing quickens, her body shivers as she feels him pumping hard and deep into her womb faster, and her pussy continues to squeeze his cock as tightly as it can, intent on milking him for all he's worth. Within moments, Baela felt another climax coming. "I-I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she whimpered; her words were fast, and her voice desperate just as she arched to grind against him.
Jaehaerys groaned, feeling a sense of discomfort in his loins, closed his eyes tightly, and clenched his teeth. The muscles in his lower abdomen contracted, causing a surge of intensity, and he quickened his pace, getting closer and closer to his release. "I-I'm cumming, too, Baela! I'm going to put a baby in you!" he warned.
"Do it, Jay! Cum inside me! Put a baby in me! Cum in me!"
All at once, Jaehaerys suddenly pins Baela down and thrusts into her with all his might, releasing every ounce of his strength. With a final cry, his cock twitches and spurts before finally shooting his potent seed directly into Baela's fertile young womb, coating her inner walls with white and filling her completely. It's a much harder orgasm than either had anticipated. Baela's eyes widen as she succumbs to her own climax, reaching the peak of pleasure alongside Jaehaerys until the sensation gradually subsides.
"Yes! Fill me up! I'm yours…"
Jaehaerys, completely drained, slumps onto Baela, his cock still intimately connected with her. Their bodies glisten with perspiration, and the unmistakable scent of their passionate encounter lingers in the atmosphere. Baela, breathless and overcome, tenderly massages Jaehaerys's back. Yet, in a matter of moments, she feels a renewed vigor coursing through her body.
"Wanna go again?" Baela panted.
"Seven hells, you're going to be the death of me, woman," Jaehaerys sighed.
"Hehe, you know you love me for it…"
As the night drew to a close, Jaehaerys and Baela Targaryen engaged in the act of lovemaking at least seven additional times until their energy was completely depleted and their bodies completely sated. Seizing the precious moments that lay before them, the Targaryens persistently engaged in sexual intercourse in an attempt to conceive a baby. They ardently made love throughout the night, pouring their very essence into each encounter until their passion was exhausted.
But unbeknownst to them…
…it was the night…
…that Jaehaerys impregnated Baela.
The seeds of the future had been planted.
Chapter End
Author's Note: The Blacks, having been informed of the Triarchy remnants' movements, have begun amassing their forces for what is soon to be known as the bloodiest sea battle in history. But what was your take on Corlys bypassing Otto and appealing directly to Aeonar? And what's with Project Shadowhand and what does it entail? Lady Johanna Swann is back. Yes, she's now working for Aeonar as an undercover spy to help ensure Project Shadowhand finishes what Plan Zero started. Meanwhile, Alicent and Baela share a brief moment, mostly about the past and motherhood. And before the night is done, Baela and Jaehaerys share one more night in what is perceived to be their last in case someone doesn't make it back alive. What will be your expectations when the Battle of the Gullet begins? I'll be delving into more research. Let me know.
C.E.W: The Battle of the Gullet is coming, and the Triarchy are making their last move against Aeonar Targaryen and the Blacks on behalf of the Caltrops. Corlys Velaryon is already readying his fleet for battle. Aeonar Targaryen means to lead eight other dragon riders into the coming battle against the Triarchy ships. He also has a plan in place to ensure the elimination of the Triarchy, seems Project: Shadowhand to finish what Plan: Zero started after the Crabfeeder fell.
Aeonar Targaryen is the most experienced of the dragon riders participating in the battle, and Vaelor's size rivals that of his mother Vhagar, and surpasses her in speed and agility. Jaehaerys, Aegon the Younger, Viserys and Aemma are no longer strangers to battle, neither are their dragons, certainly not Vermithor and Silverwing. Rhaenyra, and her sons Jacaerys and Lucerys are on the other hand have little to no battle experience and the same can be said for their dragons. Nettles certainly has no battle experience and I doubt Sheepstealer does either.
In the books, the Triarchy attacked by sunrise surprising the Velaryon fleet, Sharako Lohar divided the fleet in two squadrons. I doubt they'll have surprise on their side in battle, given the Blacks know for sure that they are coming.
Jacaerys died in battle in the books because Vermax made the mistake of flying too low. Given his not as good dragon rider experience and not training by Aeonar, there's a good chance the mistake might happen in story. Same can be said for Lucerys, but then that would make Daeron's sacrifice for nothing. Jaehaerys, Aegon the Younger, Viserys and Aemma on the other hand more battle experienced and better trained than their cousins Jace and Luke so unlikely to make that mistake.
Dragonstone wasn't attacked because the Triarchy deemed it too strong so they hit Driftmark. However unlike the books, Corlys has warning and confirmation of the Triarchy's attack. The Velaryon treasures have been moved which is good, it is vital for the war effort, and for the stablitiy for the realm in the long run.
The most likely casualties I anticipate in this battle are Jacaerys, Aegon the Younger or Viserys. Somehow I doubt Jaehaerys will die, given that Alys Rivers mentioned Jaehaerys will face trials and tribulations starting with the death of his brother Daeron. Jacaerys is Jaehaerys' best friend, and losing him will be a major test for Jaehaerys. Aeonar might get wounded in battle, his madness will cloud his senses, and in the fire, all it takes is one hit and Aeonar will be wounded. Perhaps a near death experience, meeting ghosts of his parents, grandparents or great-grandparents, or better yet his son Daeron might help snap him back from his madness.
Questions:
Will Aemond and Vhagar make any moves against the Black supporters while the Battle of the Gullet is happening?
―Away from the Crownlands and further along the south/southwest regions
How is Viserys doing in training Nettles in dragon riding?
―She's driving him crazy
You know, Daemon and Rhaenyra's sons were affected by the Battle of the Gullet. The older one lost his dragon Stormcloud, and younger son was captured. So I take it the older son never loses his dragon, and the younger son never gets captured? If the younger son doesn't get captured, that means the younger son never meets Larra Rogare, therefore no Blackfyre rebellion. Unless of course the younger son travels to Essos to Lys at some point after the war.
―Daemon and Rhaenyra's sons, Aemon and Baelon, are being kept away in the Red Keep under Alicent's care. Jace and Luke, on the other hand, will be involved.
Where can Hugh Hammer or Ulf White hide?
―More likely the Mountains of the Moon where they can stay out of sight until they wanted to make their move
randomdude24: Good Chapter, Corlys is preparing for the battle with Aeonar, curious what project shadowhand is, I don't see Aeonar showing mercy to the Triarchy wouldn't surprise me if he decides to wipe out the Triarchy root and stem.
Nice moments with Alicent, Baela, and Jay seem that Jay is on his way to being a father. I really hope he survives the Gullet, be a cruel twist of fate to lay with his wife, and conceive a child only to die shortly after.
Question,
Who is Johanna Swan? What's her story and relationship with Aeonar?
―Remember mentions of Johanna in chapter 22? She was the one Aeonar rescued from the Triarchy and was spared from being sold to a pleasure house in Lys. Johanna was now employed as one of Aeonar's spies as her way of saying thank you for saving her.