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Chapter 13: Braavos

The dream of many young highborn ladies, to meet a handsome royal and become a Princess or a Queen. A life of feasts and frivolity and gold… Rhaenys knew that to be a lie, at least in the court of Rhaegar Targaryen. Sure, those were there, but also responsibility… and for those that took up the path of Queen Lyanna there was fighting. Proper fighting and training that left one exhausted. Rhaenys loved it but that didn't make her any less tired.

Luckily, there was one thing that as a Princess she could dip into quite a bit to mellow out the stress. "Oooooh, yes." Gripping the headboard, Rhaenys undulated her hips. "Right there."

Below her spread thighs, Torrhen Karstark ate her cunt with a desperate hunger. He mumbled something but Rhaenys' wetness muffled it. She was certain it was positive.

Biting her lip, she continued to grind on his tongue, feeling it move from her slit towards her nub. "Fuck… fuck…" She switched to high Valyrian, Torrhen lashing hard against her. "Kessa…" With her nails digging into the thick ironwood of her bed, Rhaenys unleashed herself upon his mouth.

Legs trembling, she gingerly lifted herself off of his head and laid down on the bed. Soon though, his face was staring at her. "Did you like your wakeup call, Princess?"

She smiled lazily. "Just what I ordered, Ser Torrhen." Oh, he had been such a wonderful find at the court of Wylis Manderly. Tall and handsome, yet also with that Northern spartan attitude so refreshing against those pampered southern knights. It hadn't been long before Rhaenys lured him into her bed, and he had the makings of someone she would enjoy for a long time. "I shall never grow cold in the North with you by my side."

He grinned. "There is a way I can warm you up further." Torrhen licked his lips, trailing a hand down from her breast to her cunt.

Rhaenys laughed. "We already talked of this, Torrhen."

"But please, Princess." He latched onto a breast, making her groan. "I shall be gentle, I promise."

But Rhaenys was firm. "No, not that." She gently pushed him away. "I may take you into my bed, but that will be saved for my wedding night." Rhaenys was very mindful she was a Targaryen Princess. While her cousins on her muna's side liked to mock her over it, she felt it an important distinction. My favorites can have my body, but only my husband can have all of me.

Torrhen sighed. "Alright." He looked resigned to it, but he fisted his cock, wincing. It was fully hard.

Enough to make Rhae lick her lips. "Aww, such a poor little star," Rhaenys spoke in faux innocence, a sultry version of what her munas said whenever her or her siblings sprained their knees. "Would you like your Princess to take care of your pressing dilemma?"

Randy as the young man he was, Torrhen nodded desperately. "Yes, my Princess. Please." Grinning at him, Rhaenys lowered herself to her knees. Fingers wrapping around his impressive cock and squeezing it. Feeling it pulse with how red and engorged it was - just how she liked them. "Fuck, that feels good…"

Tossing her hair over her shoulder, Rhaenys slowly gave the tip a lick. "Seems you're eager for me, Lord Karstark."

"Oh yes," he groaned in reply. "I want you."

"That gladdens me." Another lick, this one trailing down his cock. "I love this," she husked.

"Truly?"

Wishing not to respond, Rhaenys enveloped his member with her lips, sucking and laving at the tip with her tongue. Yes, she enjoyed it. The taste… it was manageable, but she adored the feeling of a strapping, proud knight shattering like an undisciplined green boy. Torrhen Karstark was stronger and a bit more modest than most, but his lust for her gave Rhaenys just the show she yearned for.

Eventually, the two youngsters were dressing. Torrhen in his leathers as befitting a sworn bannerman of House Stark and Rhaenys as befitting a Targaryen Princess in the North - she had been in Winterfell for nigh a week and was quite enjoying herself. Not just her nighttime activities. "Your house colors suit you," she heard Torrhen say. "Though those of House Martell also would."

"I do look like my muna," Rhaenys remarked. "You certainly love tonguing my skin."

"Deliciously exotic." Torrhen embraced her from behind, kissing Rhae's neck while she tried to affix it into a loose bun. "I have been thinking."

"Not something you should do, Torrhen, considering what you almost did in front of my kepa."

"No, I won't ask for your hand. Not for now, anyways." Rhaenys made sure not to sigh… it wasn't a good effort, but thankfully Torrhen didn't take it the way she meant. "You are the fiery light of my life, Rhaenys. I don't wish to be apart from you."

She bit her lip. "Aye, and nor I, but such is what will happen when my fostering is done in Winterfell."

"Perhaps there is a way to forestall that. I could become your sworn sword."

"My what?"

"Your sworn sword… Lady Dacey Mormont is the sworn sword of her Grace, and your brother has that… whatever he is."

"A… good idea." Rhaenys didn't wish to think on it now. "Allow me to converse with my father when he sends his next raven." Torrhen smiled and kissed her deeply, a kiss which she returned.

He snuck out a sixth of an hour before she finally emerged from her bedchamber. "You're lyin' to the kid, Saucy Snake."

She groaned. "Not a good time, Sandor."

"He wants to marry ya… which means he's thinkin' with his cock. Only gonna be fuckin painful less you send him the fuck away now."

"I'm handling it," she shot back, purposefully walking ahead of him so he wouldn't talk to her.

"Whatever you say."

Just as they approached the private dining hall, she reached behind her and twisted her hair out of the bun, letting it fall along her covered shoulders before proceeding insidewith a beaming smile. "Good morning, House Stark."

Immediately, Arya was out of her seat and rushed over to her. "Rhae!" The little wolfling threw her arms around Rhaenys. "I missed you."

Rhaenys laughed. "Just saw you last night, little wolf." Ruffling Arya's short hair, the little girl followed right behind as she moved to greet her siblings. "Joanna, Tommen, looking like snow lions as always."

Tommen only nodded, while Joanna preened. "I shall take that to mean I am gorgeous."

"You should." Rhaenys reached Arya's empty seat and picked her up, sitting her in it. "You can follow me around the keep, but here you need to eat." Arya pouted but Rhaenys kissed her cheek. "Robb."

He stood from his seat and bowed. "Your Grace."

That earned him a punch in the arm. "Don't do that." It would've been more profane had not her uncles been there. "Uncle Benjen. Aunt Ashara."

Both pecked her on the cheek. "You're looking beautiful today," Ashara remarked.

"Oh, I know that, but it's nice to hear." Something more along the lines of what Dany would say, but Rhaenys had the confidence to make it sound sweet and not arrogant. But when reaching her aunt Cersei she didn't even try. Cersei Lannister was the absolute queen of snark and quips. "Morning, Aunt Cersei."

"Dear Rhae, you must get here on time from now on."

"I know, Aunt Cersei. Forgive me, but my furs were much too warm to leave so soon." A look from Margaery seemed to leave the brown-haired Tyrell with the truth of her lie, but Rhaenys's eyes glared. She'd keep the secret. "Uncle Ned."

Ned enveloped her tightly. "We're just glad you're here, little dragon." Rhaenys beamed as he kissed her on the crown of her head. "Now let's eat. You must be famished."

Oh, I am. But she wouldn't tell her uncle about that. Taking her seat at the place of honor across from Cersei, the bowl of porridge and loaf of crusty bread smelled delicious. A little blander than the food from home but she enjoyed it. Certainly energy for when it came time to spar with Ser Rodrik. Picking up her spoon, she begun to eat. "So, what would you like to talk about, uncle Ned?"

It was Cersei that answered. "Aunt Genna is set to arrive soon with her family." The Umbers, both Greatjon and Smalljon alongside their families. "Though the Forresters and Karstarks will arrive first, I believe."

Rhaenys furrowed her brows. "Why?"

"A meeting of the Northern Houses," Ned answered. "Felt it was overdue, and especially since you're here, niece."

"Why would they come to see Rhaenys?" asked Robb. "Uncle Rhaegar just left."

"They would've come to see the King, nephew," said Benjen. "But his Grace decided that it would be the Princess that would hear petitions on his stead."

"Especially from the ladies and maidens of the North, as we talked about?" Ned looked at Rhaenys, who was biting into a bit of bread.

Suddenly understanding, Rhaenys swallowed before smiling. "Ah, the women's courts. Why didn't you just say so, uncle?"

"What's a women's court?" Joanna remarked.

Rickard, since now quiet, seemed roused. "You mean the same as Queen Alysanne?"

"The value of paying attention to your lessons," Ned remarked, proud of his son. "You would do well to listen to Maester Luwin, Joanna." The blonde beauty glared at her half-brother, embarrassed. Rickon just smiled at his father and kept chewing. "This is your first test, Rhaenys. Do you think you are ready?"

Swallowing again, Rhaenys nodded. "A dragon knows no fear."

"Gonna be a storm," mused Aurane Waters, glancing up at the dark grey clouds blanketing the sky. "Do you know why, your Grace?"

Glancing at the bastard brother of the Lord of the Tides, Captain of the royal flagship Balerion, Prince Aegon peered at them. "They're lower in the sky than just a simple overcast, captain."

Aurane nodded. "You have a knack for this, your Grace. Perhaps you belong at sea."

"I belong in the air, Ser Aurane," Egg replied, eyes flickering to Tessarion skimming the waves. Maw plunging in the water and emerging with a shark clenched between her teeth - foamy swell pouring out of the semi-open mouth. "Where every dragon does."

"No argument there, my Prince, but consider the theory it is the waves you are destined to soar over, rather than the land. Certainly is the case for my nephew, belongs on the deck of a ship."

"Baelon?" As much his friend as Robb was, though more a distant cousin than the very close blood relations shared with the Starks. Egg liked the daring, friendly soul with a jape waiting on his tongue to send all of them into laughter. Certainly someone to bring back the glory of the Velaryons from a century of stagnation. "He's joining you on the sea?"

"Not I… I'd coddle him too much as his dear uncle." Aurane chuckled. "Lord Davos himself, taking him as a midshipman alongside his son Mathos. Ironic, to consider the son of a crabber someone it is an honor to serve under."

Egg shrugged. "He earned his position, given his victory at…" The Prince trailed off, remembering that Ser Aurane's father had been lost off the coast of the Arbor to the Ironborn. "Forgiveness, captain."

Aurane shook his head. "Made my peace with it long ago, lad. Do not worry." A crackle of lightning rang out, causing Egg to jump slightly while the dragons roared - Tessarion kicking up a massive sea spray as she ascended away from the waves, nearly colliding with her sister Saephira. The two dragons screeched at each other, snapping their teeth before falling into place beside each other. Exactly like my siblings and I. "Better get inside with the rest of your family, your Grace. This'll get ugly."

Only Egg remained above deck upon the Belarion, all others having retreated to their cabins. Considering the coming storm, such was a wise idea. Sparing one nod at Ser Aurane, he made his way to the stairs to head below deck. Some droplets of cold rain smacked against his neck as he finally passed under the bulkhead.

Rhaenys could have the chill from everything north of the Fingers and the Neck. He'd vastly enjoy the warmth of Dorne. Seven Hells, even King's Landing. The city bored him usually, but compared to the North or Vale the weather was high heaven.

Only would be another week… though there were parts of the journey he enjoyed.

Egg's lips curled into a smile at the thought of…

A yelp caught his attention. "Jae?"

His littlest brother was braced against the wooden beams of the corridor, trembling slightly and looking queasy. "Egg… what happen to ship?"

"That'll be the wind and the waves, little brother," he chuckled, holding out his hand so that Jae could take it. "You just gotta get used to it. Find something to take your mind off of it."

Prince Jaehaerys was the quietest of a brood of very loud and very boisterous Targaryens. An almost deathly quiet rather than the brooding that characterized Baelon or Daemon. It was… slightly unsettling sometimes, but Egg loved his brother all the same. And yet… "Does Asha take mind off it for you?"

He almost fell to the floor. "What?" How could he have known? Did he walk in on him and Ash? "What are you talking about?"

"You and Asha wrestling… does that help? I tried tumbling and…" Jae clutched his stomach, groaning.

It made it hard for Egg to be angry at his brother. "Were you sneaking into my cabin?"

"No… I just… saw."

Peering at Jae, Aegon decided just to forget it. The rains were picking up and he was in a hurry. "Just… don't say anything about this if munas or kepa asks. Can you keep the secret for me?" Jae nodded, and there was no worry there. Jaehaerys could keep any secret, mostly since he rarely talked to anyone. "Come on, let's get you something from the mess. Perhaps some cider can settle your stomach."

Turned out it worked, Jae yawning and making Egg carry him to his cabin, the cabin he shared with their sister Lyarra. Ruffling his little brother's head, Egg left Jae tucked in his bunk before closing the door to the cabin. Staggering through a swell that forced him to brace his arms against the walls but making it without stumbling. Quite the feat, though he'd never struggled with it. Not like Rhaenys, who clearly had no sea legs. Reaching his own cabin - as the eldest Prince, status and age afforded him the use of a private chamber, thanks be to Tessarion for that - Aegon grasped the latch and entered. Shutting it behind him.

"Are you alone?" came a rather gruff voice.

A voice that made Aegon's cock go to full mast. "Aye, I'm alone."

"Good." He turned to see a naked Asha Greyjoy, two years his senior and all woman, pushing herself off the bed and onto her bare feet. "I was so close to finding relief on my own… or with another." Unlike Rhaenys, who when trying to tempt someone sashayed as a sensual seductress would - enticing a man or woman to salivate over her - Asha simply stormed to him. Grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him to her, one arm wrapping around his back while the other took his hand and pressed it on her breast. "Fuck, I want you," she husked.

Many didn't like aggressive women from the talk he heard on the sparring yard. Egg was not one of them - giving up a beauty like this seemed obscene to him.

Theirs was as steamy as their first night. Both did as best to be discreet as possible, the screams and grunts suppressed by their fused lips and the roaring rain. She was no one in the grand scheme of things in the Targaryen Court, the somewhat companion of Princess Rhaenys who had been left in the North - most would assume her to be there, so it was easier to sneak around the ship and White Harbor.

Less so in the Red Keep, so Asha poured every bit of sensual want and desire into these moments. Indulging in every depraved act she had heard of or seen in others with Egg, her friend. One she could trust and could trust her. Enjoying herself and giving enjoyment. Helping him discover himself - no, it had nothing to do with how his tongue scraped at her skin with hunger. How his hands molested her breasts and ass. How his long cock speared her insides so deliciously…

"Egg…" Asha murmured, in a voice that seemed so unfamiliar to the rough-edged girl. "More… please."

"More what?" he asked, his hips pumping into her. Acting just as she taught him to drive her mad with lust. "Tell me, Ash." Aegon stilled, staring at her. Still in many ways a green boy even though they had devoured each other's bodies on many occasions. Worried he wasn't pleasing her.

Asha's legs tightened around his hips, feeling him slide deeper. She gasped. "Yes… right there…" So deep inside her, she kissed him desperately. Screaming silently into his mouth, their tongues wrapped together as both erupted their shared climax. Leaning on his elbow above her, Egg's violet eyes sparkled with such affection that made Asha blush uncomfortably. "What?"

"You're beautiful."

Another blush, though this time she thumped him on the shoulder. "Don't lie, you fucker." Did he really think her thin face and sharp nose were attractive? That he adored her close-cropped black hair rather than the lustrous silky locks of the luscious girls always around court. "You're just saying that since I couple with you."

"Don't get me wrong… I know now why my parents are so eager to get into their bedchambers." Aegon winced at that a bit. "You truly are beautiful. Don't believe anyone that says different."

"Such a charmer, you are." Oh, the Dornish girls would flock to him, as would the boys. He was everything that made the Targaryens so desirable and more. "Come here." Arms opening, she let Egg nestle in her embrace. Feeling him pepper the top of her breasts with sweet kisses. Making her giggle.

He smiled, clutching at her. "Fuck, it's really raining outside." The hull of the ship groaned as it pitched in the waves. "My little brother was a little under the weather from it."

"Jaehaerys?" At his nod, she snorted. "So that's why you were a little late."

"You know I wouldn't miss our time together."

Perhaps she was a little insecure - Asha kissed his cheek as a quick apology. "Aye, I do… and I always should. Glad that Jae is alright. Not everyone can have our strong stomachs at sea."

"Ser Aurane thinks so as well. Suggests I learn how to sail, like I'd be the next Corlys Velaryon or something."

Asha looked up at him. "Really?" She was intrigued. "Oh, I'd concur in that. You'd be wonderful?"

"You're not just saying that?"

She shook her head. "Gods no, think on it." Moaning, Asha ran her hands down his chest. "The sexy dragon of the sea, sinking ships, claiming lands, and conquering maidens." Fuck, why was she growing wet just thinking of it?

Something he noticed. "You like the idea, don't you?"

Biting her lip, Asha took his hand and put it between her legs. "You tell me."

Both of them thanked the gods for the howling storm outside.

"I'm nervous."

Rhaenys rolled her eyes. "Gods, valonqar. You of all people are nervous over this? You were younger than either of us when you mounted your dragon."

He trembled. "Riding Valyrax I can handle… he's always been sweet and agreeable around me." The mighty black dragon… to most the idea of him being 'sweet and agreeable' was laughable. Not so to Jon. "This I don't think I can handle."

While Rhaenys looked to smack him on the head, Egg swept in to wedge himself between his older sister and younger brother. She just crossed her arms and tapped her feet. "Oh, Jon," chuckled Egg, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "You've gotta calm down. Kepa did this with me, and with Rhaenys. Went very well."

"Ummm… how?"

"Pretty simple." Egg shared a glance with Rhaenys, who smiled. Eyes glassed over as she remembered her first journey with their kepa years before. "We went out dressed in black, played for the people in the market square, then got some meat pies and climbed back. Nothing to it - and things are safe in the city unlike before." None had memories of the city that smelled purely of shit and piss and was not fit to walk around at night without guards. The smell… wasn't completely pleasant but it was tolerable now, and the City Watch was professional and well-staffed.

Their kepa and munas were the best monarchs.

Jon bit his lip. "And… the playing went well?"

This time it was Rhaenys that nodded. "Kepa didn't make us do anything we didn't want to do, and knew our strengths."

"Aye, I can sing but not play, Rhae can play and not sing… and you can do both."

But Jon shook his head. "No, I'm not good at either."

"You kidding, you're just as good as kepa, if not moreso."

"Egg, you don't need to lie…" But Jon soon found Rhaenys pulling him up and hugging him.

"He's not lying, Jon." She kissed his cheek and then looked him in the eye. "You're a wonderful singer and minstrel… you could do it professionally and make enough coin to be a very wealthy man, I assure you." Rhaenys smiled. "When you sing, the birds stop their calls to listen."

He raised his brow. "That's what muna says of kepa… and do you hear me sing?"

She nodded. "Many times."

"You're spying on me?" Jon had been sure only Spirit, Valyrax, or Saephira could notice him singing and playing his lyre - a gift from his muna Elia. "I practice alone."

"No… just choosing not to intrude at times."

"Aye, that'll be three silver stags." Jon grabbed the coins from his purse and handed them to the merchant at the stall, himself grinning as he took them. "A wise purchase. If a lad such as yourself wants to make music, nothing but a proper Norvoshi wood lyre can produce the fine sounds as you would love to play."

"Westerosi Ironwood is better," Jon replied as he hefted the intricately carved instrument. Etched images of dragons decorated the outer edges, which was why it caught his eye. "But I shall take your word for it. Many thanks."

In his mind, the memories of that evening two years before were some of the fondest of his life. Rhaenys and Aegon - gods, did he miss them both - had been absolutely right. Kepa never let me feel overwhelmed. They simply played together, as if alone and without any pressure. The audience of smallfolk heaped praise upon them both, while he and his kepa donated the proceeds to the orphanage that Lady Marya Seaworth still operated north of the Sept of Baelor.

It had been that night that solidified Jon's love of music, though he still favored playing alone. With the lyre he purchased though, that was one way they could alleviate the boredom when they finally left Braavos for the other cities in Essos. "If you're anything like your kepa, Ghost, you'll like my singing."

Peering up at him, Ghost cocked his head.

"Cheeky shit, just like Valyrax." Ghost barked once, drawing a few heads in the marketplace - most likely assuming he was a mid-sized dog rather than a mere pup. Just wait till they see you grown up. Many shat their pants when seeing Spirit trundle in and rest at the foot of the dias when his parents held court.

A whistle caught his attention. "Eddard!" He saw the blurs that were Moonlight and Lady slamming into Ghost in a pile of fur and yelping before spotting his two companions using his assumed name… and his jaw dropped. "You like? We bought new dresses."

Dany and Sansa were dressed similarly, in the style of Braavos. The former held a lighter red color that went well with her silver hair pulled back in twin half-braids and a crown around her hairline, while Sansa let her hair down mixing with a far darker green. Their 'dress' was more of a high skirt starting above their waist and heading down to above their ankles, mixed with a vest that left their arms and part of their midriff bare. "That…" Jon finally managed to say… "Scandalous even for some of Rhaenys' Dornish outfits." Some, though, while these certainly left Jon's mouth dry.

It was a, strange feeling.

While Sansa blushed at Jon's comments, Dany giggled. "Certainly we should look like the Braavosi do." Their morning chores completed at the boarding house Arthur had rented for them - two chambers, not hovels but still quite bare-bones as befitting a hedge knight and his companions - Arthur allowed them a few hours of exploring the markets. Absorbing the local culture in his words. "Well… we have the rest of the afternoon free before Ser Arthur demands us for our evening chores. What shall we do?" Dany asked.

Jon shrugged. "We're close to the Purple Harbor. Perhaps a bite to eat"

Sansa rubbed her belly. "Good choice, I'm starving." At her feet, three furry figures began nipping and whining. "Aye, I hear you, Lady." The grey pup licked her nose, belying her desire for food.

Eyes flickering around, Daenerys came to notice a poster… and not just any one. "We could see a mummer's play. Braavos is famous for them."

Eying her, Sansa seemed intrigued. "A mummer's play? They'll have peddlers with food so why not?"

"Come on, ladies," Jon groaned. "A mummer's play, really? All the ones in King's Landing are horribly boring." There were a few that set up during the King's Tourney. While the puppet shows were fun when he was a kid - one of them from Dorne claiming to be the very troupe that the infamous Tanselle had founded and that started the Trial of Ser Duncan the Tall at Ashford Meadow - the mummer's troupes were a mix of awful and boring. "Besides, do we even know if there are any plays that will be performed soon?"

Smirking at him, Dany pointed to the poster. "There, set to play quite soon." The Princess was very insistent. "It's even about… the Targaryens."

"Really?" Sansa scrutinized the poster, only to laugh. "It really is. Performed by Izembaro's Troop at the Gate Mummer's House starring Lord Rollo and Lady Crane." The names weren't familiar but their prominence indicated them to be celebrities in Braavos. "Even called 'Love Amongst the Dragons.' The 'Story of King Rhaegar, First of His Name, and how his love for his Queens brought back the Dragons.' Oh, we have to see this."

Daenerys simpered with glee. "Oh, certainly. I really want to see how they portray… the King." While open with her features, Dany was forced to keep them more muted so as not to attract attention given the innate air a dragonrider compared to those of mere Valyrian features. Best to not draw attention or slip up.

"Oh gods," Jon moaned. "I have a feeling this will be embarrassing." He didn't want to see his kepa and munas lampooned or insulted as Lord Tywin often was in the Westerosi mummer's plays. "But I don't have a choice, do I?"

Both girls grabbed his hands. "No, you really don't," Dany grinned as they began to drag him towards the theater.

"Die!" With an exaggerated bellow that undoubtedly… wasn't far off from what Lord Robert Baratheon actually sounded like, the thickset mummer playing him swung downward with the wooden warhammer. Only for the other mummer with a badly fixed silver wig to block it with his sword. "Why won't you die?!"

"A dragon breaks to neither man nor god!" roared the other mummer, a much fitter, yet more slender man wearing the colors of House Targaryen. "Bend the knee, you fool of a stag!"

"NEVER YOU DRAGONSPAWN!" The words boomed across the well of the Gate theater, heard by the groundlings and the many wealthy patrons that inhabited the boxes that led up three storeys gazing down. "I NEED TO GET DRUNK AND FUCK SOME WHORES!"

To the right of Sansa, she noticed Daenerys nearly double over as she laughed. "Oh…" the hidden Princess snickered, "They've captured his essence."

"Uncanny," murmured Jon, himself chuckling. A sight Sansa adored. It truly lightened his face and made her knees tremble. "Though kepa is too… grand for my taste."

As if proving his point, the mummer playing Rhaegar twirled his blade high above his head in exaggerated motions. "Fair not! For I fear nothing shall stop me from returning to my two beautiful maidens that shall be my Queens!"

"I mean, who says that in battle?" Jon added. "All my brother and Robb say to me are profanities."

"The worst offender being you in that regard, I assume?" Sansa asked Daenerys with a raised brow and a smirk.

Dany shook her head. "Rhaenys is worse than me." She snorted. "And that actually sounds much as my brother, Jon." Jon rolled his eyes, to which both ladies grinned at him.

"Yield, cousin Robert, and I shall spare you for the glory of the Targaryen crown!" 'Rhaegar' announced as the Robert mummer took a dive, only for him to gargle like a fool and knock down a brazier. Red and orange colored coals spilled out, stagehands changing the backdrop to one of fire red to symbolize an inferno. A story the three of them had heard a thousand times.

"Take that monster! I have won and demand three whores as tribute!"

A figure dressed in wolf pelts carrying a greatsword emerged. Sansa took that as a sign to bury her face in Jon's shoulder, face reddening. "By the old gods!" The voice was both whiny and stern at the same time. "My goodbrother perishes! I shan't be able to look my sister in the eye. It is only the honorable thing to allow my knife to pierce my breast than live with the shame of living while my goodbrother dies!"

"If that is supposedly father, kill me now," Sansa moaned, leading to Jon kissing her forehead.

"They really do their research," Dany giggled, squeezing Sansa's shoulder.

Suddenly, a screech was heard from backstage as 'Rhaegar' emerged nude with his private parts covered by only a strategically placed… was that a dog? It was dressed in some sort of cloth with wooden wings. "Behold, Westeros! The symbol of my house has returned to the world!" The dog barked, tail wagging.

'Ned' bent the knee. "I serve you, great King, kneeling as my ancestors hath done!" A golden-haired mummer found gold-colored stones coming out of his ass. Tywin Lannister shitting gold. The crowd loved it, and Jon joined in their guffaws.

All three of them practically died when the breeches 'Robert' wore grew wet as insinuation that he pissed himself. Falling to his knees, he groveled. "COUSIN, I DIDNT MEANT IT, I'M JUST A DRUNKEN OAF WHO FUCKS EVERYTHING IN A SKIRT!"

"Doesn't have to be wearing a skirt," loudly mumbled the Tywin mummer, equally causing more laughs.

'Rhaegar' pounded his chest. "Fare not! For I wouldn't be the great dragon if I was not merciful!"

Dany groaned. "That's not even what a dragon is."

"Only an honorable man would win the hand that I hand Lyanna to you, my King. The one I can proudly serve. Honor!"

"Father doesn't sound like that."

Entrance hadn't been expensive for an admittance of three to the ground, and aside from the overacting it was worth it. The Gate mummer troupe spared no stops in the story of the rebirth of the dragons - for the three descended from the figures immortalized, watching how the common folk of not just Westeros but Essos viewed their families was eye-opening.

Rhaegar was beloved. Elia was beloved. Lyanna… Lyanna especially, though Sansa felt it was the performance of the Lady Crane that sealed the deal.

"I," the raven-haired mummer announced, herself dressed as a Stark would. "Bore this child through the fear of the night. Of the worry that he would be without a father upon this world… that the gods at least gave the mercy that he shan't be motherless." Both she and Dany looked up at Jon at that moment, and seeing a tear roll down his eye led to tight hugs.

"But I am not dead, my love," 'Rhaegar' announced, hugging Lady Crane to him. "We are one."

"Aye, we are one," proclaimed 'Elia,' herself a good mummer, and cheers rang out as the three exchanged kisses.

Sansa smiled. "They certainly love the royal family."

Daenerys beamed. "A love story for the ages." Jon could only nod his head.

Finally, in a standing ovation, the play ended with the three of them clapping the loudest. Seeing their wolves play together out in the courtyard, few paying heed, Sansa moved to the exit only to notice her companions going in the other direction. "Come on, we should get back home."

"Wait at the entrance," Dany called back. "Ned and I are just going to give our respects to Lady Crane for her performance." Sansa nodded, shrugging her shoulders. Her performance does deserve one… perhaps I can ask aunt Elia to invite the troupe to serve King's Landing? Dany does say there isn't much of a good mummer's scene during the King's Tourney…

"Git yer sweets!" A peddler at a small handcart was yelling just outside the well of the theater. "Sugar nuts! Honey figs! Lemon cakes!"

Sansa's head whipped around. Lemon cakes? Her stomach took that moment to gurgle a bit, but even had she been stuffed with chicken or beef pie she'd have still been drawn to the cart as two magnets would. Gods, she loved lemon cakes. Something about the combination of sweet and sour made her mouth water. "Lemon cakes?"

The peddler was a young man, but a limp belied the inability to take a job of ordinary labor. "Aye, sweetling," he smiled, revealing several missing teeth. "A copper coin for a fingerling."

"Done. Two please." She forked over the coppers, one bearing a visage of her Uncle Rhaegar while the other was old enough to have Aerys II's thin profile upon it.

"Westeros, eh?" the man said as he took the coins. "Money's good as anyone else's, so 'ere ya go." Wrapped in some cheap linen, the two fingerlings weren't oven fresh but were close to crumbling. That was how she could tell they weren't stale. "Enjoy, little lady."

Smiling at the peddler, Sansa nodded. "Gods be with you."Heading back to the archway, she succumbed to desire and gobbled down one of the fingerlings in mere second. Moaning, Sansa smiled widely. Gods, they were good. Sugary sweet but with that little pucker of lemon juice. Wonderful.

Her mother may have scolded her for such obvious boorishness in eating, but Sansa didn't care. Lemon cakes were worth it.

But as she opened her mouth to eat the other, a voice from behind her caught her attention. "Ah, there you are!" Sansa turned to see a burly fellow. His skin was swarthy, and his companion had the jet black skin of a Summer Islander. "Did you think you could escape, Red?"

Sansa blinked. "Huh? Who's red?" Her skin began to crawl… something in this was dangerous.

Her instincts were right. "Don't play fuckin' stupid." The second one shot out a dark fist to grab her shoulder, making Sansa tense. "No one escapes the Black Pearl."

"You're coming with us, Red."

Heart pounding, Sansa tried to wrench herself free. "Get off me!" His grip was too tight. "I'm not going anywhere with you!"

"Stop squirming, it'll be easier."

"Help!" she screamed. "Jon! Dany! Lady!" As one hand moved to cover her mouth, Sansa bit down as hard as she could, tasting the metallic tint of blood and making her abductor howl. "Help…!" Suddenly Sansa felt a sharp pain at the back of her skull… then black.

A/N: Of course they get into trouble the first adventure they have XD

Really enjoyed writing the play part.

Rhaenys better be careful with her relationship here.

Till next time. Be sure to comment. More than 20 will get an update next week.