Dragons of the Wise

by LordEvans

What if Aerys had never gone mad and all their children had survived? How would Westeros look if King Aerys had a stable reign? How would Westeros face the Night King with the Targaryens at full strength? How would having Dragons change the political landscape of Westeros once more? And lastly, how mad are the Targaryens? In this AU Aerys and Rhaella have eight healthy children,

16. Chapter 25 - lions revenge arc

Chapter 25 - Lions Revenge Arc

Content warning for this Chapter - Please Read

This chapter will contain NSFW F/F pairing. All is legal age (18) and consensual. This is another attempt at me writing more NSFW content. If this is not to your liking, I have the scene written twice, once with NSFW, one without, as in my previous NSFW chapter.

This chapter also contains content surrounding abortions, women's bodily rights, self harm, allusion to self harm, sexual assault and body horror.

Rhaenys

She stared at the cup of wine before her on the table. Joanna, her younger niece, acted as cupbearer for the Small Council meeting. She had recently turned fifteen, a young woman in the eyes of lord and Realm. Rhaenys pitied her, she would soon be wedded, bedded and used to further another man's line, regardless of the fact she was half dragon. Rhaenys counted herself lucky to even be allowed at the Small Council, surrounded by such powerful men of the Realm.

Her blade slashed through the boy not much younger than her. His face was wild, frenzied. He looked in battle lust, staring at Father and the wolf lady, his own mother. He drew a dirk from his chest. No one else could see it. The tree told her to look. The tree that bore her face.

Her lord father, King Rhaegar, sat at the head of the table, fiddling his new necklace which carried the Valyrian glyph for youth. He smiled with dazzling white pearly teeth, straighter than they have ever looked before, his eyes were full of a purple fire and his skin looked as smooth as fresh fallen snow, as Lady Sansa had commented on Father. Lord Little Finger, the Spider, Maester Pycelle, Lord Vaimond Velyron, the admiral, the newly appointment on the passing of his father in the last moon, Lord John Connington, Uncle Jon, as the Hand, Lord Commander Selmy and…her darling lord-husband, heir of Dragonstone. When Rosella, her new handmaid and companion, had informed her she would be attending the meeting today, she balked. Not that she had much better to do, her time was spent avoiding her Uncle Aegon, Uncle Oberyn and her flock of viperess cousins. Time and time again they tried to press the matter on her, the Iron Throne, and time and time again she shied away from the topic.

What you did was unladylike, Rhaenys…but thank you. You saved my life, the life of the king and the Realm. You shall be rewarded for this, my daughter.

Niece, my girl, are you well? I saw you when…when you killed the boy. Your sword arm was strong, your senses keen. Rhaenys you are so much your mothers daughter, you look like her when she was your age, but you have the Viper in you too. The Martells are right…

A sense of dread rose within her as she dressed for the meeting, wearing her finest gown of black and red, a true Targayren loyal to the Throne and her father. Surely the two were not connected, she hadn't been asked to Council since she wed Aegon, "to better focus on womanly arts", her father had said, but she had never been asked to take the throne off her father and brother before, maybe Rhaegar knew. What did the gods have planned for her, twenty years of age, married, Princess of the Realm, a warrior, and so, so alone while never being by herself.

"The Westerlands have gone quiet, the Kraken, this Greyjoy devil's spawn, has quieted down. Once again, Lord Dareon has proved useless in times of war, it was Reachmen and the Royal Army who silenced the threats, under Lord Aegon commands. Lord Robert of Stormsend says his two brothers have subdued the pirate attacks and the raids. Dorne is silent, Prince Doran says all is well and good, with a shipment of fresh oranges to sweeten the deal, he also sends love to his niece and nephew. Lord Stark reports the North loyal and peaceful-" the Hand started, reading from a report to to father

"Many are upset about the death of the Manderly boy but Stark says he has control of it. Manderly acted alone, we are still investigating where he got the wildfire from and possible connections to the other figures in this game, my king. The Kraken, the White Wyvern, the Old Lions, so many animals", interjected the Spider.

"Save for men on the Wall saying wildings are increasing beyond reason and 'dark things are rising from the North-" Lord Connington reported. Rhaenys mind paid more heed to the last line, dark things from the North, she had been plagued by the same dream she had many moons ago.

My lady, there is still blood on your hands. Would you like me to help you wash it off? I had new lavender soap made, so I made it myself. My Ma's recipe, best in the whole of Fairmarket. Here, let me have some candies too, fresh oranges the cooks said to Dustin.

She rode a dragon of silver and blue, riding towards the Wall and a sword, there was always a sword and a feeling colder than cold. She could never be warm now, even when Rosella boiled her the hottest bath, kept the fires in her room and put the coal pan in her bed. The only thing that warmed her, was in the gods wood, before the tree that bares her face.

"If the Realm is returning to a sense of normality then we must look inwards, your Grace", said Maester Pycelle, "Lady Maegella and Lord Viserys campaign the Targayern name in Essos. Lord and Lady Baratheon have recovered from the passing of Alysanne and should look to marry their children, as should Lord Dareon. I have confirmed the pregnancy of Lady Margaery myself. Princess Daenerys and Stark are set to wed once the princess is of a more appropriate age and the coffers have recovered from your wedding, my King", Lord Peytr Baelish turned his gaze to Aegon and Rhaenys, "as for yourself, you may be a father again before you are a grandfather. The Royal Family must look strong after the bombing of your wedding. We can afford a lavish wedding for the pup and the princess, your grace. The Starks have donated a sizable amount to sponsor the wedding, to show no ill will from the Northern families. The Manderlys, in particular under the new queen, have promised to, at the very least, feed the wedding. It will be course after course of fish pies", Lord Baelish laughed to himself.

Rhaenys looked at the man from the Sisters. He had been raised with the Tully girls of his fathers generation, but never wed. He had no heirs and was nearing middle aged. Rosella had gossiped one day that he had eyes for Lady Sansa, a newly flowered girl of fourteen years, but she apparently had eyes for her cousin, Gaemon, Joanna's twin brother.

The smell of lavender filled her room, the water had been boiled with it. The soaps and the candles scented it. She would have wrapped herself in the world of lavender if it was possible. She lowered herself into the scalding water. Rosella bathed Rhaenys, her hands calloused and rough from years of work, much like her own.

"Well I've been trying to further the line", Aegon slurred. Midday and he was beyond drunk already. Rhaenys felt a burn inside her, she clenched her fists on the table. The men laughed, even her father. That's all she was, a stomach, a womb, a woman to live and die for the men in this room.

"Now, I am sure I will be a grandfather soon, won't I, Princess Rhaenys? But as it stands, we, and the Realm, owe the princess some gratitude. Without her galant efforts, I would likely be dead. None of my guards saw what she saw, and my daughter is an…accomplished swordswoman. On that matter, i have two decrees. Lord Selmy…" King Rhaegar said, "you failed to notice my assailant, or act in time. Lord Selmy you have served my family for many, many years, most notably my father, but now it is time to hang your white cloak, it is time to retire", the entire table blanched. The old man stood, Rhaenys felt a pang of pain.

"And my princess of dragonstone will appoint the newest member of the guard, they will defend her and Prince Aegon in time, and she must be rewarded for her good deeds. Her sword and senses seem to be sharper than most", King Rhaegar continued. Selmy looked at Rhaenys, she had trained under him, she owed him her sword, she could not replace him. Rhaeyns opened her mouth but her father gave her a look of silence.

"Think on the matter, Princess. I will have one of the other White Cloaks line up possible names".

Moonlight filtered through the curtains for her room. She'd barred all the doors and windows to keep the warmth in, and the ghosts out. Wind howled like Manderly as she sliced him down. His ghost would not leave her. She saw the wedding play out in her dreams, a break from the Dragon Dream. She was tall and ancient, her bones and blood, sap and bark. She watched herself slice down the youth. She could not move, she could not speak. Her mouth was full of sap. Full of blood.

She shot up from her bed. Screaming. Rosella burst into the room, a candle and a small whittling knife in her hand. She asked if Rhaenys was okay but she sobbed. Rosella came to her bed, set down the knife and the wood in her hand, set the candle down and held the princess.

She asked her handmade what she was whittling, she replied with 'some lavender flowers'.

Rhaenys walked the halls of White Keep in a trance. She had sought out her old sword master but he was already gone. Selemy did not linger where he was not wanted. She did not know what she wanted. Comfort from her cousins would turn to plots, her brother did not do comfort, Lyra was gone, and her mother, her one true confidant, dead.

The sword was usually the answer, sweating out her feelings until her body ached and gave up on her.

"Lady Rhaenys", a voice appeared behind her. Green eyes of moss, a mop of curly hair, the build of a young man, Meera Reed. She had been in the woodworks since their last conversation, her brother even more gone.

"I have been trying to find you for a while now. We have not spoken since my brother frightened you, frightened me, even, gods be good. He has always been a weird one,Jjojen. I do what I can, what big sisters must do for their brothers", she offered a sympathetic smile. Rhaenys took a deep breath.

"Meera, what would it mean, to dream a dream but from the eyes of…a tree. The tree your brother carved. The one that looks like me. The weirwood with the wrong face. When I killed Manderly", she swallowed a stone, that was the first time she had said those words, "it felt wrong. And the tree, the tree did not like it. That night I heard Manderlys ghost and I saw myself kill him. But it wasn't how it happened. I used a sword I have never seen…but have read about. The blade was Valyrian steel, lightweight, small, made for a woman's hand. Dark Sister…". Meera smiled and nodded.

"Jojen said you would start to piece it together when he opened your third eye, the Green Eye. It's why our father sent us here, it's what the Green Man predicted, you must go beyond the Wall and find Dark Sister". Rhaenys smiled, and promptly vomited into a potted plant.

Rosella held a cloth to her blazing head and tried to fan her. The windows were wide open and the fire snuffed out. Rosella refused to give her a hot bath or coals for the bed, she had a raging fever. Rhaenys felt frigid. Meera and Jojen loomed over the bed. Maester Pycelle had not been sent for, Jojen would not allow it. Rosella threatened him with her whittling knife before Meera broke it with a twist of her spear.

"Rosella, has Princess Rhaenys had her moon's blood?", Jojen asked flatly. Rosella looked at Rhaenys and shook her head softly, brown hair flying loose with the movement from a poorly done bun.

"Rhaenys, you are likely to have a child. Do you still wish to travel North? The excursion will likely kill the babe. The cold, the harshness, the travel, it is your choice", Jojen continued. Rosella looked away, Meera cleared dirt from her nails, trying to look away. Rhaenys felt her stomach.

A baby, Aegon's baby, my baby.

"How are you sure, Ser Jojen? I have only just missed my moon's blood. It may just be late. It could still come, tonight, tomorrow. There is time".

"Time we do not have, princess. There are three choices. I make you moons tea and we go, you keep the baby and we go, you keep the baby and we stay", Jojen continued. Rosella started a prayer under her voice to the old gods.

"The Cold from the North is coming and we need House Targaryen at full strength, we need Blackfyre and Darksister. We need the Crown of Aegon and the correct riders on their mounts. I have seen this all and more but it will come with time", Jojen continued. Rhaenys stifled a laugh.

"I need you to tell me everything, if I am going to risk my life going where no Tarhayern has ever gone before. No dragon has ever crossed the Wall", Rhaenys said, sitting up from her bed, suddenly feeling full of fire. Jojen shook his head, a smile that was all face and no mouth looked back at her.

"He cannot, the gods forbid him say anymore", Meera defended, "he will be punished if he says anymore". Rhaenys could not believe them.

"Leave me, for now. I need to rest, " the three of them bowed, "and tell no one of this. No one at all or I shall kill you myself and feed you to Vaisdarrio", the princess of dragonstone said.

Content warning here, skip to next bold letters to avoid NSFW

Rhaenys could not sleep once more. Maesters had tried her whole life to help her sleep, draughts, potions, foods, wines. The only thing that worked was the sword, to wreck her body completely until it gave up. It was her mother who suggested this. All of her brother's daughters had a blade, why should she be any different?

She paced her room, her own blade, Sunburst, hung on its mantle by the fireplace. The moon filtered in light through the purple curtains, ones that reminded her of lavender. Rhaeyns picked up the blade and held her stomach. A baby, her baby, Aegon's baby. She slashed the sword at an imaginary foe, and as the blade hit its match, Manderly looked back at her. She screamed and dropped the sword.

A baby, her baby, Aegon's baby, Rhaegar's grandchild, Elia's grandchild. Dead Manderly, dead boy, dead baby, Lyanna's baby.

The world spiralied around her as she fell to the floor. Unreal blood stained Sunburst, stained her hands. She ran to the basin and filled it with water. She washed and scrubbed the unreal blood until her hands bled and tears streamed from her eyes.

The moon was full. Moon tea, kill the baby, let the baby live, a baby, her baby, Aegon's baby, Rhaegar's grandchild, Elia's grandchild. Dead Manderly, dead boy, dead baby, Lyanna's baby.

Warm strong arms wrapped around Rhaenys. They lifted her from the floor and carried her to her bed. A soft melody hummed around her ears and patted her hair.

"My lady, are you alright?"Rosella asked. Rhaenys looked up at her ladies maid, bathed in moonlight.

Wooden flowers sat on her bed, carved from the wood of cherry and willow. They were trees near my two homes, one from the North, and one from further South. I take a piece of a tree from wherever I live. I took one from the tree they planted on my sister. I need to take one from the gods wood here, i hope they won't be too mad.

Why do you like lavender so much? It was my mothers favourite flower, the smell reminded her of Dorne, so floral, and the colour was Fathers eyes, my eyes. Was she as beautiful as the singers say? More, so much more than what the singers said.

I miss her every day. Goodnight, my lady. Please, call me Rhaenys.

The moon illuminated her like a halo of soft silver light. She smelt like lavender. Her hair was unkempt, long and thin and brown. Rosella had wrapped herself in a black and red shawl, a Targaryen shawl in soft candle light.

A shawl, a blanket, a baby's blanket, moon tea, kill the baby, let the baby live, a baby, her baby, Aegon's baby, Rhaegar's grandchild, Elia's grandchild. Dead Manderly, dead boy, dead baby, Lyanna's baby.

"My lady, my lady. Rhaenys, please", Rosella pleaded, "Rhaenys follow my breathing. In and out. One breath at a time", she took Rhaenys' hand and placed it on her chest. Together they breathed and Rhaenys body unfroze. She was tense the whole time?

Rosella was on the bed, when did that happen? Time and space passed Rhaenys in a moment. The colours, the touch of another, they all blended together.

The smell of lavender grabbed her nose and pulled her back. Rhaenys looked up from her knees, when did she press her head into her knees?

"Rosella, i…i…", Rhaenys stuttered out.

"When did this all start, Rhaenys?" Rhaenys looked at her, puzzled, "the fast breathing. Your head leaving your body, my lady. It used to happen to Pa, after the fighting. Ma said his mind never left the battle. The ghosts of those boys still hang around him, no matter how hard he tries", she continued. Rhaenys looked away.

"It is not that, all of that. I still see him, Manderly, he is still here but…Rosella, i am a monster", Rhaenys choked back tears, "i would kill a babe, Rosella. This one, in me. I'll kill it. I will drink the tea or I will carry it and it will die in my womb like my mother. I would kill the future of the Realm because this babe…it…we…he…Aeg-", tears fell from her face. Rosella shuffled up the bed and wrapped arms around the princess.

She had strong muscles under her pale pink nightgown, broad shoulders, firm skin. Rosella patted her head once more, playing with her black curls. Rosella shushed her.

"No man…no men. I am a monster, Rosella. This baby cannot live. I must leave, I have to go North or the Martells will make me do something I do not want. North is my only chance…to live, " Rhaenys stuttered out, "and I am afraid. Aegon will find me, Father will find me. Do not wake the dragon, Mother always said that. And I have before… Rosella I am a monster, I am an abomination in the eyes of the Gods. I am a sinner. I have killed a boy. I have adulterated", the words spilled out of her. A waterfall of words held back for too long. Rosella shook her head, "the babe, is it Aegons?" Rhaenys nodded her head. Rosella looked at her, deep into her purple eyes.

"The only man i have ever been with is my brother", Rhaenys swallowed, a few silent moments passed and a look dawned on Rosella's face, on that face made of soft freckles and dimples in the moonlight.

"My mother said it was my Dornish blood. In Dorne, love is not so, so caged. Man and man, woman and woman, lovers are not always wedded and wedded are not always lovers but they are still free to do so. My cousins, my uncle, they all know. They helped me hide it because they are like me. It is not right. I am a faithful wife, a princess, a Targayern. I cannot be Dornish, i have to be…perfect", tears rolled freely down her dark, tanned skin face, the face of her beautiful mother from the South of Westeros.

Rosella…kissed away a tear from her face, "you…are not a monster, Rhaenys. You are a human, just as the gods made you. This baby…it can be yours…just yours…or we can find another way", Rosella took the princess' hand in her own. She looked down at their interlaced fingers.

"But I should be going now, my lady. It is late…hour of the bat", Rosella stood quickly, she was draped in moonlight. She courtsyed, quickly.

"Wait, Rosella. Can you stay a while? I do not wish to be alone right now", Rhaenys asked meekly. Rosella smiled, her dimples raised and nodded. She climbed back into Rhaenys bed and wrapped her strong arms around her. She hummed the tune once more and played with her curls.

Her fingers traced the crownline of her black hair, and down the sharp cheekbones of her face. Rhaenys looked up for a moment, up at Rosella. Light brown hair, long and thin, framed her face in the moonlight.

"Has anyone ever told you, your eyes look like lavender, my lady?", Rosella said softly, brushing a pale hand along her chin. Rhaenys stifled a laugh, she could feel snot in her nose.

"Rosella, what-", Rhaenys started as Rosella pulled her face up into a kiss. It was soft and caring. Not hungry like Aegon, or pining like Lyra, it was full of warmth. Rhaenys pulled away for a moment.

"Rosella, what are you doing?", the princess asked. Rosella looked at her, brown eyes like a soft mud after rain.

"There were rumours, in the kitchens, Ma told me about them. 'Be careful, Rosie, she's a witch, she preys on all her ladies maids. Kills the maidens and turns them into stews to keep her young and pretty' but Pa would say I could hold you off.

Three brothers and a farm keeps you strong, even when you are a lady. My lady, I do not think you are a monster, or an abomination. Being Dornish did not make you the way you are. I haven't a drop of Dornish blood in me, and i…know how you feel. I have never been with a man, technically a maid at one and twenty. Pa knew and said he would never make me be with a man. He has three sons, enough to have plenty of grandchildren", she looked at her calloused hands, and caressed Rhaenys face once more.

"May I, my lady?"Rosella asked. Rhaenys nodded, "call me Rhaenys, please", she asked.

"And call me Rosie, it's what everyone calls me", their faces met once more. To Rhaenys, Rosie tasted of salty tears, to Rosie, she tasted of lavender. Rosie brought her hand around the small of Rhaenys back and unlaced the top of her nightgown.

"May I, Rhaenys?", she asked. Rhaenys was taken aback, she had never been asked, and even when she was with Lyra, she always took the lead. Rhaenys nodded once more. Rosie pulled the bed sheets back and pulled the gown over her head, Rhaenys loose and long black curls covering the top of her chest, mostly flat and covered in scars from rogue blade heads from the yard.

Rosie trailed kisses from her face, to her ear, to her neck, down the throat and to the top of her collarbones. A nasty scar, a sword slash from Selmy, glinted white. Rosie trailed a long kiss across it. Rhaenys reached out, to the top of Rosies gown, "May i?", she asked in a soft voice. Rosie said yes softly. They pulled Rosie's light pink nightgown off together and tossed it to the floor. She was well muscled from years on the farm, more stocky than Rhaenys who was lean and hard. She hid the muscles under shawls and gowns, like a proper lady.

Rosie's mouth moved even further down, towards Rhaenys breasts as Rhaenys reached out to take Roises in her hands. They stayed there a moment, Rhaenys playing with the hard nipples in her fingers, suppressing moans as Rosies bit and nipple at hers. Together they both groaned. Rosie looked up for a moment, and pushed Rhaenys down, "May i?" she asked, Rhaenys nodded. They laid Rhaenys down, and put a small pillow under her back. She trailed kisses down her body, over her scars and scratches, playing with her nipples softly as she worked her way down. Rhaenys looked up at her ceiling, then down back at Rosie, brown hair all messed up and tumbled as she kissed her lower abdomen.

"May i?"Rhaenys asked, placing a hand on Rosies head, she nodded, and Rhaenys guided her head towards her crotch. There Rosie kissed the inside of her thighs, giving little nibbles in some places.

Rosie looked up at the princess, "may i?", she asked, gesturing a hand. Rhaenys nodded. Rosie brought her mouth even lower and began to move. First slowly then building speed. Rhaenys' heart raced and her body tingled with every movement of Rosies tongue. When Rhaenys arched her back and spread her legs more, Rosie held her in place with strong arms, "you have to be still, Rhaenys, may i?", she caressed a few fingers over the opening in between Rhaenys' legs. She nodded and bit her lip. Rosies two fingers entered while her mouth returned to where it was.

It started slow, everything was slow, and Rosie waited for movements, for squirms, and only slowly got faster, dragging everything out. Rhaenys helped her and moved her head softly, feeling her hair and running her hands through the thin brown strands. Rosie sped up her mouth and her hands, going deeper and faster as Rhaneys body seized up, she could feel it coming and a moan was on her lips.

"I need you to be quiet for me, Rhaenys. We cannot get caught", she said in a low deep voice, keeping her hands moving but taking a breath. Rhaenys nodded again, at a loss for words.

"And now I need you to be still for me", without waiting, Rosie returned her mouth to Rhaenys and kissed. With a new fire and speed she kept going and going until Rhaenys could harshly think of another word than Rosies name. As she came, the word escaped her lips. Rosie looked up, "I said you had to be quiet for me, Rhaenys, and still, now I am going to have to do it again, and you are going to have to listen. May i?"Rosie asked. Rhaenys nodded in reply. And so again, Rosie started slow and worked her way faster, using more fingers, both hands and no mouth.

They stayed the whole night together, Rosie asking 'May i' as she explored the princess and the night faded to day.

CLEAN VERSION. (AKA NO NSFW)

Rhaenys could not sleep once more. Maesters had tried her whole life to help her sleep, draughts, potions, foods, wines. The only thing that worked was the sword, to wreck her body completely until it gave up. It was her mother who suggested this. All of her brother's daughters had a blade, why should she be any different?

She paced her room, her own blade, Sunburst, hung on its mantle by the fireplace. The moon filtered in light through the purple curtains, ones that reminded her of lavender. Rhaeyns picked up the blade and held her stomach. A baby, her baby, Aegon's baby. She slashed the sword at an imaginary foe, and as the blade hit its match, Manderly looked back at her. She screamed and dropped the sword.

A baby, her baby, Aegon's baby, Rhaegar's grandchild, Elia's grandchild. Dead Manderly, dead boy, dead baby, Lyanna's baby.

The world spiralied around her as she fell to the floor. Unreal blood stained Sunburst, stained her hands. She ran to the basin and filled it with water. She washed and scrubbed the unreal blood until her hands bled and tears streamed from her eyes.

The moon was full. Moon tea, kill the baby, let the baby live, a baby, her baby, Aegon's baby, Rhaegar's grandchild, Elia's grandchild. Dead Manderly, dead boy, dead baby, Lyanna's baby.

Warm strong arms wrapped around Rhaenys. They lifted her from the floor and carried her to her bed. A soft melody hummed around her ears and patted her hair.

"My lady, are you alright?"Rosella asked. Rhaenys looked up at her ladies maid, bathed in moonlight.

Wooden flowers sat on her bed, carved from the wood of cherry and willow. They were trees near my two homes, one from the North, and one from further South. I take a piece of a tree from wherever I live. I took one from the tree they planted on my sister. I need to take one from the gods wood here, i hope they won't be too mad.

Why do you like lavender so much? It was my mothers favourite flower, the smell reminded her of Dorne, so floral, and the colour was Fathers eyes, my eyes. Was she as beautiful as the singers say? More, so much more than what the singers said.

I miss her every day. Goodnight, my lady. Please, call me Rhaenys.

The moon illuminated her like a halo of soft silver light. She smelt like lavender. Her hair was unkempt, long and thin and brown. Rosella had wrapped herself in a black and red shawl, a Targaryen shawl in soft candle light.

A shawl, a blanket, a baby's blanket, moon tea, kill the baby, let the baby live, a baby, her baby, Aegon's baby, Rhaegar's grandchild, Elia's grandchild. Dead Manderly, dead boy, dead baby, Lyanna's baby.

"My lady, my lady. Rhaenys, please", Rosella pleaded, "Rhaenys follow my breathing. In and out. One breath at a time", she took Rhaenys' hand and placed it on her chest. Together they breathed and Rhaenys body unfroze. She was tense the whole time?

Rosella was on the bed, when did that happen? Time and space passed Rhaenys in a moment. The colours, the touch of another, they all blended together.

The smell of lavender grabbed her nose and pulled her back. Rhaenys looked up from her knees, when did she press her head into her knees?

"Rosella, i…i…", Rhaenys stuttered out.

"When did this all start, Rhaenys?" Rhaenys looked at her, puzzled, "the fast breathing. Your head leaving your body, my lady. It used to happen to Pa, after the fighting. Ma said his mind never left the battle. The ghosts of those boys still hang around him, no matter how hard he tries", she continued. Rhaenys looked away.

"It is not that, all of that. I still see him, Manderly, he is still here but…Rosella, i am a monster", Rhaenys choked back tears, "i would kill a babe, Rosella. This one, in me. I'll kill it. I will drink the tea or I will carry it and it will die in my womb like my mother. I would kill the future of the Realm because this babe…it…we…he…Aeg-", tears fell from her face. Rosella shuffled up the bed and wrapped arms around the princess.

She had strong muscles under her pale pink nightgown, broad shoulders, firm skin. Rosella patted her head once more, playing with her black curls. Rosella shushed her.

"No man…no men. I am a monster, Rosella. This baby cannot live. I must leave, I have to go North or the Martells will make me do something I do not want. North is my only chance…to live, " Rhaenys stuttered out, "and I am afraid. Aegon will find me, Father will find me. Do not wake the dragon, Mother always said that. And I have before… Rosella I am a monster, I am an abomination in the eyes of the Gods. I am a sinner. I have killed a boy. I have adulterated", the words spilled out of her. A waterfall of words held back for too long. Rosella shook her head, "the babe, is it Aegons?" Rhaenys nodded her head. Rosella looked at her, deep into her purple eyes.

"The only man i have ever been with is my brother", Rhaenys swallowed, a few silent moments passed and a look dawned on Rosella's face, on that face made of soft freckles and dimples in the moonlight.

"My mother said it was my Dornish blood. In Dorne, love is not so, so caged. Man and man, woman and woman, lovers are not always wedded and wedded are not always lovers but they are still free to do so. My cousins, my uncle, they all know. They helped me hide it because they are like me. It is not right. I am a faithful wife, a princess, a Targayern. I cannot be Dornish, i have to be…perfect", tears rolled freely down her dark, tanned skin face, the face of her beautiful mother from the South of Westeros.

Rosella…kissed away a tear from her face, "you…are not a monster, Rhaenys. You are a human, just as the gods made you. This baby…it can be yours…just yours…or we can find another way", Rosella took the princess' hand in her own. She looked down at their interlaced fingers.

"But I should be going now, my lady. It is late…hour of the bat", Rosella stood quickly, she was draped in moonlight. She courtsyed, quickly.

"Wait, Rosella. Can you stay a while? I do not wish to be alone right now", Rhaenys asked meekly. Rosella smiled, her dimples raised and nodded. She climbed back into Rhaenys bed and wrapped her strong arms around her. She hummed the tune once more and played with her curls.

Her fingers traced the crownline of her black hair, and down the sharp cheekbones of her face. Rhaenys looked up for a moment, up at Rosella. Light brown hair, long and thin, framed her face in the moonlight.

"Has anyone ever told you, your eyes look like lavender, my lady?", Rosella said softly, brushing a pale hand along her chin. Rhaenys stifled a laugh, she could feel snot in her nose. "Rosella, what are you doing?", the princess asked. Rosella looked at her, brown eyes like a soft mud after rain.

"There were rumours, in the kitchens, Ma told me about them. 'Be careful, Rosie, she's a witch, she preys on all her ladies maids. Kills the maidens and turns them into stews to keep her young and pretty' but Pa would say I could hold you off.

Three brothers and a farm keeps you strong, even when you are a lady. My lady, I do not think you are a monster, or an abomination. Being Dornish did not make you the way you are. I haven't a drop of Dornish blood in me, and i…know how you feel. I have never been with a man, technically a maid at one and twenty. Pa knew and said he would never make me be with a man. He has three sons, enough to have plenty of grandchildren", she looked at her calloused hands, and caressed Rhaenys face once more.

"May I, my lady?"Rosella asked. Rhaenys nodded, "call me Rhaenys, please", she asked.

"And call me Rosie, it's what everyone calls me", their faces met once more. To Rhaenys, Rosie tasted of salty tears, to Rosie, she tasted of lavender.

Kia Ora everyone,
Thank you for still being here at reading my fic. The energy to write it waxes and wanes. I use this a tool to practice writing my fantasy novel, and as a way to express my ideas for a universe I love.
I hope you like this chapter, and my second attempt at some smut, it is quite light in my opinion. I will continue to write, I have no idea how long for but if i do end this story early, I will try and make it satisfy.
Lots of love,
Lord Evans