Daenerys Stormborn (292 AC)

While she would always remember the house with the red door fondly, she would have to admit that she rather liked the Iron Wind, its captain, its crew... and that it had truly become home ever since Ser Darry died. To be sure, there had been some changes to get used to, as her big brother had been made into a big sister thanks to magic... and yet? Visenya was happy from what she could tell. That and she did get a big brother out of it, sort of. Because as she looked over her books, neither of her elder siblings were actually married.

No matter that she called Maron big brother even he was giving her a piggyback ride. A part of her wanted him to... well, from what she had been able to tell, Iron Born could take as many salt wives as they could support and good sisters shared. She bit her lower lip as she considered things, one hand reaching down to play at her folds... as really, there had been no hiding all the sex and while she was not allowed to take part until she was a little older? She rolled her eyes, because it was hard to escape the talk and education.

Which you know, likely would be one of the things that surprised outsiders the most about the Iron Wind and the beautiful women who made up the crew. To be sure, while some left for Dorne, while they were on board they did not lack for educational options. Because the Iron Wind was not merely far swifter than many would guess, but larger on the inside. With enough space that Maron was able to fit a grand library, the 'second greatest of his treasures' inside the ship as he winked at the giggling crew.

Truth be told, every time he snuck into Oldtown, the library expanded again, so he may be raiding and copying the Citadel's library somehow... even as he bemoaned the fact that Winterfall was so far from the sea. Apparently the Starks possessed one of the oldest libraries in Westeros, a fact that she was interested in as she looked over the star charts. Still, the little mystic light bobbing over her head was ignored, as she placed them back on the shelf. Because she needed to polish her Yi Tish given how they would be making a circuit of the Jade Sea before delivering the silks and spices to her good sister in Dorne and House Velaryon in the crownlands.

Truthfully she was not entirely sure of Big Bro Maron's economic model. Or at least there was the question of why he was allowing others to make the true profits instead of himself. And then, as fingers roved over a woodcut of Summer Island religious practices, she had an idea that made her nod, a smile on her face. While the gold was nice, the favors and good will likely would allow him to reap greater benefits in the future.

That and it would allow her nephew, Aegon, an easier time reclaiming his throne seeing as how Dorne would be better funded. And so, the ten year old princess nodded, a smile on her lips, as she decided to reward herself. Time to go and peep on the baths!

Stannis Baratheon

He gritted his teeth. Again. On the one hand, he was damn sure that his missing cousins were on the Iron Wind, which was a den of depravity and sorcery. On the other hand, given how any of the free women who left it were at the very least learned enough to merit several links in a Measter's chain and had some small skill in the mystical healing arts? Between that and unlike the rest of his accursed kin he was NOT a raider and bandit on the seas, he would not pry too deeply. That and Maron had healed Shireen of her greyscale and even smoothed over the scars.

He owed a debt of gratitude for that, even if he wanted to strangle the boy. And his wife. Largely his wife, as Maron possessed the decency to be uncomfortable and attempt to resist Selyse's advances. To try and divert his flighty and annoying wife. Truthfully, it was the fact that said Greyjoy was wiggling and trying to politely rebuff her that gave him a sense of dark amusement. Was it unbecoming of him? Yes. Was the boy still a damn Greyjoy? Also yes.

The fact that Shireen was asking if he was actually married made him grind his teeth again. It was bad enough that he would come by with gifts and looking to gather some dragonglass whenever he passed by, he did not need nor desire him as a good son. Though, as he closed his eyes, the clatter of a chair as Maron yelped, falling to the floor as Selyse tormented him? While distasteful, he could see the reasoning for forsaking Balon Greyjoy as a father.

Even if it made the boy merely more tolerable scum for forsaking his duty in such a manner. For he owned a duty to his father. And yet... his father was a glorified bandit chieftain and Maron refused to reave. Freed slaves with his own coin and sank pirates and slavers. Still, he could not like the boy, not truly. No matter that he should.

Rhaenys Targaryen

She laughed, as she raced about the water gardens with her cousins and little brother. True, the kissing games she had been playing with Arianne and Aegon were fun (and the two were betrothed, which meant that they would be sisters in more than one way soon!), but she was looking forward to some different games and lessons as her aunts would be back soon along with Maron. And really, it would make sense if she married him, because he was the heir to the Iron Islands and she was the sister to the rightful king and so marrying him would cement a marriage alliance!

Well, that and they would have a great sorcerer and merchant on their houses side, which was no small thing! The fact that he was teaching people (mostly women, she would admit) in the mystic arts meant that they could have something to rival and surpass the citadel or any of the famous septs, as all of them were capable of healing. She even had some lessons whenever he was in port, but she could just imagine the arts she could learn if she lived on the Iron Wind and in his bed!

Which is why she squealed, as she spotted him, running into him and gripping him tight. Was it lady-like? Hardly, but she still had some time for childish things. She drank in his roguish grin as he presented to her a tiara made of Valyrian steel, matching the ones he had for her mother and aunts (a part of her wanted to pout) with gems making them stand apart. Because he had dared the doom for the second best kind of presents. Still, she mentally made herself a promise to redouble her efforts at marrying him, for he would be hers.

Still, she wondered what the joint present from her mother and Maron would be? And Why Maron was looking bother eager to show it off... and just a touch worried?

Naked in the bed, her mothers warm embrace on one side and Maron's on the other? Oh, she was nervous, as her mothers hands cupped her breasts, as she rested in her mothers lap, Maron's head between her legs, kissing and lapping at her sex, causing her to whimper and moan. "You do not need to marry yet my dear." A long stroke of that tongue caused her knees to spasm. "But, you wanted a taste, did you not?"

Her mothers tone was loving, understanding as the one who saved their lives ate her, as he kissed and pleasured her, bringing her to the peak time and time again, slowly moving, but unrelenting, like the tides. "To lose your maidenhead to him." Her mothers lips were on her ears, as male lips rose, kissing along her stomach, teasing as Mron crested, as he showed himself. "After all, the hero saved the princess, is it not right that he is rewarded?"

Her mothers tone was a purr, an understanding one as that long hard shaft entered her, as he stretched her slowly, pressing her deeper into her mothers embrace. It was a gentle first time, of slow movements and gentle kisses and touches on both sides of herself, as she was embraced and told that she was loved, that she was cherished. As she basked in the afterglow of climaxes and orgasms. As she moved from being taken to riding him, her mothers sex on his face as she played the kissing game with her.

Hours later, as she relaxed between their arms... she smiled. It had been a good nameday.