Rhaenys walked alongside Brandon outside of the perimeter of the northmen encampment, close enough where the sentries would be able to assist them should they need help but far enough for them to be able to have a word in private. Meraxes and Vhagar were flying above them, circling each other as they kept their spirits up for the battle ahead.
"You have confidence in the battle ahead, Lady Rhaenys?" Brandon asked.
"I do," she replied. "We've linked up with my husband and good-brother and all we need to do is relieve Raventree Hall from the Lannisters and turncoats."
Brandon nodded. "Yes, those two worked wonders just weeks ago. Who knows what else they can do with a united front at the hall of the Blackwoods?"
Rhaenys thought dreamily on her husband. "Yes… there's not much that Aegon cannot do. With Balerion on his side and two Valyrian steel swords, he can do much. With Jaenyx and Orys at his side when he's finally recovered, the three of them shall be unstoppable."
"But we're only talking about the men," Brandon pointed out. "What your sister and Lady Argella?"
Rhaenys smiled. "Visenya is strong on her own, but it is Jaenyx that makes tempers her and makes her whole. As for Lady Argella, she might not know how to wield arms, but she doesn't need to since her mind is the only weapon she needs. Orys is in good hands with her at his side."
"Hmmm," Brandon let out. "Three couples about to change the fabric of Westeros. That'll be one for the songs."
Rhaenys chuckled. "Don't get started with me, Lord Snow. You might give me ideas and I will say to all that you inspired them."
Brandon clasped his hands behind his back. "So, I ask you to be honest with me, Lady Rhaenys. What did you think of my words of you, your husband, and your siblings being rulers in your own right?"
Rhaenys sighed lightly. "I honestly was surprised. I never thought about wearing a crown on my head, even though the great stories are filled with people who wore them. Even in Valyria, there may have been dragonlord families more powerful than others such as Jaenyx's, but no one was a king or queen. But given the situation that we're all in, it might not necessarily be a bad thing. The Faith wants to wipe us out, so we should start asserting our own authority."
"Well said," Brandon told her.
Rhaenys then decided to ask him on why he had decided to withhold Meraxes' fate in the other reality. "May I ask you something, Lord Snow?"
"Of course."
"At Widow's Watch, you told us what happened to Vhagar, in that she killed another dragon and that both of the riders were Targaryens. Now, that information will spook any family, especially if the information means that blood will kill each other. But you said that what happened to Meraxes was 'dangerous information', as you say. May I ask why?"
Brandon hesitated. "Why would you want to know that?"
"In that reality, you saw Aegon, myself, and Visenya as rulers of Westeros. But you say that you only saw what had happened to Vhagar, which I don't believe considering your abilities," Rhaenys said.
"You doubt my abilities now, Lady Rhaenys? If so, I could just put my hand on a weirwood and show you my rolled eyes," Brandon lightly remarked.
Rhaenys grinned. "It's not that, Lord Snow. Before we can continue, can I call you Brandon?"
"Yes, you can."
"Brandon, I believe you know what happened to Balerion and Meraxes. If you saw clearly what had happened to Vhagar, surely you must know what happened to Aegon's and my dragon," Rhaenys wanted to know.
Brandon swallowed some spit into his throat. "I'm not sure if you really want to know that information."
"Come now, Brandon. You revealed your foresight when you contacted me through our dreams. You wouldn't have had us come to the North and had your brother assemble the northern houses if you weren't so sure of what your sight revealed to you," Rhaenys outlined. "Surely, letting me know what happened to Meraxes isn't too much to ask."
Brandon's eyes darkened, startling her. "My sight can do many things, but some of the things I've seen, I wish I hadn't. Seeing into a potential future is a dangerous ability, one with dire consequences should I divulge what I had seen and the event doesn't come to pass."
"What are you talking about?" Rhaenys became confused at how Brandon became serious, a turn from his usual lightheartedness.
"I watched a woman die from a wildling arrow through the sight, only for my birthmother to be that woman," Rhaenys blinked in surprise. He watched the woman who birthed him die before she knew? "I've seen different timelines, different realities, all of which point to the bleak future of the Starks. I've seen a Stark attending a ceremony where two became one, but that Stark died over dinner of all things." That doesn't seem like a noble death, especially for a Stark. "I've seen a Stark bleed out while his corpse lay in the sand, arrows piercing his armor." Sand? There's only one place in Westeros where a northerner might have business with a desert. "Also, I have seen my brother kneel before your husband after he forged his kingship through fire and blood." King Torrhen knelt before Egg? "I don't know if it'll come to pass, what I have seen, but it doesn't make it any less confusing."
"About that last one, won't King Torrhen swear fealty to our family anyway? At least one of your visions is coming true," she tried to comfort him.
"But that was under different circumstances, Lady Rhaenys. Your brother and husband killed and burned his way through Westeros, and my brother had to kneel because there was simply no way he could withstand dragons without losing many northmen in the process. The context behind anything is crucial and visions can sometimes be worthless without the right context," Brandon explained.
"I see," Rhaenys understood. "So you don't fully trust your abilities?"
"Don't get me wrong. I know that each of my visions have some root in what will come, but even the Old Gods don't reveal everything behind them. Sometimes, they reveal in the aftermath while they slowly make them known over a long period of time. I might have the sight, but like others, I'm a mere agent of the gods, so I can't force knowledge out of them," Brandon shrugged.
"I get your meaning," Rhaenys answered. "I had to consult my father and Lord Taygor in order to understand the meaning of my dreams. The gods can sometimes cause a lot of misunderstandings on us mortals, right?"
"Possibly," Brandon admitted. "But you're a dragon. Just like with the Starks, the rules of the mortal world can be bent for dragons. And that's why many will always will be afraid of you."
"Why would that be?" Rhaenys became curious.
"You really think anyone can ride those creatures into battle and utterly destroy their enemies in a blink of an eye?" Brandon asked rhetorically. "Also, dragons are not mindless as you already know, which makes you and your family all the more extraordinary. People fear what they don't understand and at the same time, people will be envious of what you can do. After all, dragons conquered many portions of Essos and in time, they shall do the same here."
"But the songs should not minimize your importance, Brandon. Same thing applies to the Starks. As you can tell, dragons can do many things but there are limits to their capabilities. Westeros being changed by a pact of ice and fire, as you say, and the North would have played an important part in that. Hopefully, your good-sister will get pregnant with a daughter and the pact can be consummated," Rhaenys said hopefully.
"She will," Brandon replied. "She gave my brother three healthy children, and she'll birth more. As for you, Lady Rhaenys, would you like to know how many children you'll birth?"
"Surprise me," Rhaenys wanted to give Aegon many heirs, but how many can she provide?
"Enough for three distinct bloodlines to emerge from your womb, but all shall carry the name Targaryen," Brandon replied cryptically.
Rhaenys' eyes widened. "Three?"
"That doesn't mean that you'll give birth to three children. It might be more than that," he teased.
"I thought you'll give me an exact number," she complained.
"I wouldn't do that to you, otherwise you'll have to be burdened with the expectation of pain. Child-birthing, as your mother would attest to, is a business not to be taken lightly. A healthy and content mother is always better than one who has to worry about the whole process," Brandon outlined.
"Huh, glad you're so considerate," Rhaenys said dryly.
"Probably the main reason why Jocelyn was able to withstand such painful births," Brandon shrugged.
"But what about Visenya? How many bloodlines will she give birth to?" she inquired.
"Three also, but one will combine with yours," Brandon replied.
"How so?" Rhaenys became curious at that.
"Well, the Targaryens have strong dragon blood but combine that with the Belaerys blood, then we shall have a dragon blood that will remain unbreakable," Brandon explained.
"But don't we have that already?" Rhaenys asked.
"Soon, but the combination of one of your bloodlines with hers will be quite the power changer," Brandon replied. "And it will be necessary, in order to keep the dragons united."
Rhaenys nodded. So, one of our own will marry into one another.
"But Brandon, what about you? Do you have a lady love?"
Brandon shook his head. "I don't."
"You're not, how should I say this? You're not—"
Brandon shook his head. "No, no. I like women. But considering my abilities, it's hard to find women who are not scared of me."
Rhaenys sighed. She could understand that, as there were men who were scared of her due to her riding a dragon.
"I'm sure you'll find someone you'll be able to bond with."
"I hope so. Because as I found out, you can't run through the game of life on your own. You need others. And you must protect one another."
"Just like our own family trying not to kill each other?"
"Well, a throne can do many things. Your concern when you have a throne is to make sure no one would resort to kinslaying to get that crown, as crowns are meaningless without family."
Rhaenys grinned. "I agree with you."
Brandon smiled back. "Good. But if you are able, maybe you know some women who would take a bastard?"
"Of course. You'll be the first to know, Brandon."
"Kirimvose," Brandon said in High Valyrian. "Now, let's go plan for the battle ahead."
Rhaenys flew high above the fields surrounding Raventree Hall on Meraxes with Visenya next to her on Vhagar. Below her on the field were eight thousand men, troops from houses sworn to King Loren and riverlord houses that had turned coat. She could see siege engines such as trebuchets, battering rams, and siege towers all pointed towards the wall of the seat of House Blackwood. Raventree Hall had high and ancient stonewalls, with moss climbing up them. There were two wide, square towers flanking the gate and a square tower at each angle in the wall. The castle was also defended by a deep moat lined with stone. She saw that that the inside of the walls were a muddy outer ward and a cavernous timber keep. Most importantly, she saw the castle's godswood, which contained a dead, ancient weirwood of colossal size. She had heard from Chrass Rivers that hundreds of ravens come and roost all night on the dead weirwood every evening at dusk, as they have for thousands of years. But as it was daytime, there were no ravens.
Rhaenys went over the plan again in her mind, as the battle drew near. Brandon would lead one thousand cavalry to the far left edge of the enemy formation. As the enemy would be able to hold them off easily, Meraxes and Vhagar would burn a path through their lines and allow Brandon and the troops to make it to the gates of Raventree Hall under the Stark banner. The purpose of this move was for him to inform Lord Colren Blackwood of the plan and to lead out the Blackwood garrison into the field. Meanwhile, fifteen thousand northmen under the personal command of King Torrhen would ride in from the northeast and strike at the eastern sections of the enemy encampment while five thousand men under Aegon and Jaenyx's command would approach from the Red Fork and strike at the southern sections of the besiegers' camp. With the east and southern flanks of Raventree Hall cleared, the Blackwoods would be able to be resupplied indefinitely and thus effectively end the siege.
Rhaenys protested to Brandon that the plan was risky, even though for once, they had the advantage of numbers.
"I won't be going alone," Brandon assured her.
"Of course you won't. But even I know that a thousand men will not stand a chance against the eight thousand we face," Rhaenys pointed out.
"Lord Blackwood has to see that I am with my brother and he should see Autumn," Brandon rubbed his direwolf's head.
"You think that the presence of Autumn would be enough to persuade Lord Blackwood to come out and fight alongside you?" Visenya asked.
"Yes, Lady Visenya. Just as your dragons can help turn the tide of battles, Autumn here will do the same. People have never seen direwolves south of the Neck and as followers of the Old Gods, the Blackwoods won't have much difficulty believing that our purpose here has been ordained by the gods," Brandon explained.
"With the fifteen thousand men King Torrhen will provide, along with the five thousand men coming south and the four thousand in Raventree Hall itself, we would be able to overwhelm the enemy with numbers and attacking from multiple directions," Visenya worked it out.
"Exactly. For once, you have overwhelming numbers on your side, but we have to maximize our potential here," Brandon added. "With Raventree Hall relieved, we can regain control over the riverlands and restrict the enemy to a few holdouts in the region. We have much to gain from this battle, but we must leave anything to chance."
"Agreed," Visenya nodded. "We'll burn a path for you. Just give us the signal and we will rain fire on the enemy before they can stick you."
"Kirimvose," Brandon said in High Valyrian before he went out to ready himself.
"Ready for the fight, Rhae?" Visenya clasped her sister's shoulder.
Rhaenys nodded. "After what they did to Orys and what they almost did at Gulltown, I believe we should receive due recompense from the enemy. They will not beat us in the field for a third time."
Visenya smiled. "Good. But Rhae, I think it's time we should see your skill with the bow in battle."
Rhaenys raised an eyebrow. "Vis?"
"You know what it's like to kill and you've had enough training with the Harus. When the time comes, I want you to be on the ground with me, letting your arrows loose against the enemy. I'll protect you while you do it, but I believe that it's time you get dirty with us," she said with seriousness.
Rhaenys breathed in and out. Now that she thought about it, she was not accustomed to ground combat as was Visenya, Aegon, Jaenyx, and Orys. And here was her sister offering to protect her while she would have her first real taste of battle. It was going to happen eventually. Might as well be now.
"Of course, Vis," Rhaenys pulled her in for a hug. "All I ask is that you be careful, as I don't want my nephew or niece to leave us before we can see him or her."
"And I you, Rhae, even though I am asking to fight with us," Visenya patted her back. "The dragon coats Jae gave us should do fine, but I got your back."
"And I yours," Rhaenys smirked.
Thinking back to the present, she readjusted her bow and quiver strapped to her back as the winds blew past her. While she had killed before face to face, she was actually quite nervous at the prospect of being a killing lady in the midst of battle. While Aegon, Jaenyx, Visenya, and Orys were very good at combat, they never bragged about their exploits. To them, battle had to be approached with a strong sobriety, since killing was not something to take lightly. Egg might be good with a sword and trained to become a knight, but he never did seek out tourneys with enthusiasm. That's one of the things I like about Egg, as he sees his training with arms as something that needs to be done.
Scanning the ground again, Rhaenys then saw a column of mounted northmen galloping towards Raventree Hall, towards the enemy encampment and carrying the Stark banner. Looking closer, she saw a red direwolf running towards the enemy front line as the front horseman tried to catch up with it. That must be Brandon. Then, she saw the Stark banner waving from left to right. Looking up to see Visenya, the sisters exchanged nods before guiding their dragons on a downward angle.
But the timing had to be perfect, as one wrong move on their part would cause collateral damage, either to their Blackwood allies or their Stark ones. And Autumn was running very fast, so they had to unleash fire before the Stark cavalry made contact.
Grasping Meraxes' spines tightly, the enemy was within striking range of her dragonbreath. "Dracarys!" she yelled out. Meraxes unleashed a stream of fire that consumed dozens of enemy troops and causing chaos in their ranks. Men dropped their pikes and shields while others moved to avoid the flames. Moving her dragon back up in the air, she turned and saw Vhagar unleash her orange flames through the front ranks and adding more chaos, but clearing a path for Autumn, Brandon, and the cavalrymen to break through. The direwolf and their horses jumped over the flames and were able to avoid any pikes that would have come their way, as Brandon galloped over to the gate and shouted his name to the guards. Luckily, the gates opened and Brandon and his column were able to enter before the enemy reorganized themselves.
As Vhagar and Meraxes circled each other, Rhaenys looked to her east and saw more northmen coming, making out banners such as the Mormonts, the Reeds, the Manderlys, the Boltons, and the Glovers besides the personal banner of King Torrhen. Infantry and cavalry all moved at a quick pace to meet more of their southern enemies, and there was no more opportune time to strike while they were still trying to fight off the dragon's flames.
Rhaenys then saw Visenya point southwards, and she saw more men coming from there. But what excited was seeing the Targaryen and Belaerys banners flying in the wind alongside the banners of the Rahitheons, the Blackwoods presumably under Chrass Rivers, the Karstarks, and the Celitgars who had managed to assemble at the collection point on the Red Fork.
Then, she heard two more dragon roars and looked up to see Balerion and Cloudwynd flying towards them. Vhagar and Meraxes made more room and the circle was enlarged, as four dragons now flew over Raventree Hall. This is probably the first time in weeks where we we're able to fly together in battle, Rhaenys thought with much excitement. Just like at Dragonstone, we're flying to push the enemy away.
Looking to Aegon and Jaenyx, who looked fierce in their armor and their swords at the ready, she noticed her husband… grinning during battle. But it wasn't the kind of grin where he was relishing the action. She saw that grin as the type where he was confident in facing whatever difficult situation he was placed in and thus had no worries about the outcome of the battle. As he should be.
Jaenyx exchanged a glance with his wife, and Rhaenys saw enough of that to know that they will have a good tumble in bed after the battle was done. Forgetting one other thing, she exchanged another glance with Aegon. I expect you in my arms after this.
Aegon eagerly accepted the invitation before he shared a nod with his good-brother. Both dove down on their dragons towards the enemy before they both unleashed mixed stream of black and blue flames, causing more bodies to turn to ash while the fire caught on to those who were unlucky enough to be close by their burnt comrades.
Rhaenys looked over more of the fields around Raventree Hall before she Brandon's figure emerge on top of one section of the walls. From how he was moving his hand, he was telling her and Visenya to come down and land on the wall. Land on the wall? I've never done that before.
Pointing at Brandon, Rhaenys looked at Visenya, who nodded her head and began the descent down to the walls of Raventree Hall. Having Meraxes extend her wings so that they would both be able to land on the walls as smoothly as possible, she nevertheless felt a strong jerk as she continued to hold onto her spines. She carefully slid off Meraxes while Brandon helped her off by grabbing her hand. After making sure her rider was on the wall safely, Meraxes jumped off the wall and flew higher into the air. Visenya soon joined her and Brandon as they watched the battle unfold in front of their arrows.
To their left, the enemy's eastern flank was being decimated under the heavy weight of the northmen under King Torrhen's command. There were just simply too few adversaries to oppose the fifteen thousand Stark bannermen and with the weight of northern horses and steel crushing them, it became too much for the enemy to handle.
In front of them, the Karstark cavalry and Valyrian footmen alongside the Blackwoods under Chrass Rivers were making short work of the enemy, as they were too disorganized from the dragon flames to mount a proper defense. Meanwhile, Balerion and Cloudwynd continued to unleash their flames onto any turncoat or Lannister bannerman who tried to flee.
"We should join the battle soon, my lord," Colren Blackwood walked to stand next to them. Rhaenys looked over the Lord of Raventree, whose black hair was a bit unkempt and his beard became overgrown, which could also describe many of the other men who had been trapped inside the cattle. Gods know how long they had to endure being besieged by especially their worst enemies.
Brandon nodded. "Come on," he said to Autumn while the rest followed him down the stairs of the wall. Mounting his horse along with one thousand other northmen and the rest of the Blackwoods, he turned to face the men that would follow him. "Today is the day that we show these Faith shits what happens when they dare threaten those who don't worship their false gods! They tried to wipe us out thousands of years ago and they want to do it again. Well, I say, HELL NO!" The garrison cheered. "Now, let's show them a proper welcome from the Old Gods." Brandon unsheathed his sword as the gates opened. "Forward!"
The northmen and Blackwood garrison charged out through the gate to finish off what was left of the enemy. With northmen coming from the east, Valyrians from the south, and Blackwoods from behind, the enemy besiegers quickly collapsed and even some of the Brackens started to run despite their hatred of those that lived in Raventree Hall.
But Visenya and Rhaenys would be damned before they were denied a chance to participate in combat. The sisters charged out and as Visenya slashed with Dark Sister, Rhaenys drew her bow and let loose her first arrow at a Bracken, piercing him in the eye.
Feeling a sense of exhilaration from getting her first real kill, Rhaenys let out a breath before she re-nocked her bow and let loose another arrow, piercing a Crakehall man in the throat. She almost missed a knight charging at her with a lance drawn downwards, but quickly getting into position, she drew back her bow, exhaled to calm herself, and released an arrow that miraculously pierced through an opening in his helm and the knight fell down as a lifeless corpse.
She unleashed more arrows onto more men, some being instant while others required more than one before they fell down dead. A Marbrand man-at-arms charged at her, but she put one arrow that pierced his exposed thigh before she put one that went into his mouth and went out the back of his neck. But unlike how she imagined it, the process of killing men did not… exactly bother her. While she did not relish in their deaths, there was a certain calm that flowed through her as she pierced flesh with arrows. Before his passing, Arata Haru told her, "Being an archer is like trying to put an animal out of its misery. You cannot avoid killing, and if you must do so, make it as painless as possible. The best warriors know to make every kill a quick one, as an amateur will always make pain last a long time."
Such words were what Rhaenys took to heart as she released arrow after arrow. There was not much thinking involved, as Konno Haru told her, "Don't think. Just do." At the same time, she was being as precise as she could, as there was no time for unnecessary time spent on one man.
At last, when the battle started to die down, Rhaenys saw a Bracken knight attempting to flee the field. While she knew that either of the dragons would get him, she decided to put her skill to the test. Preparing one last arrow, she drew back, angled upwards, and breathed in and out a few times while aiming for the knight's neck. Before he could get far into the distance, she let the arrow loose, and watched it long enough for the arrowhead to pierce through his neck and he fell off of his horse.
Rhaenys put the bow on her back, as she exhaled and surveyed the field. Thousands lay dead, as thousands more were either wounded or were looting the corpses. Northmen and Blackwoods began to collect their dead while others started to embrace each other like long lost brothers. She saw Lord Karstark exchange words with Brandon before he moved to introduce himself to Lord Blackwood. There was some tension among some of the Valyrians and northmen, but only because they were not used to each other's presence and not out of mutual hate.
She felt Visenya put her hand on her shoulder. "You did good today, Rhae," she said approvingly. Rhaenys simply nodded. "I know what it's like to be in battle, especially up close like this. But considering that this is your first, you handled yourself very well. I'm proud of you."
"Thank you, Vis," Rhaenys calmly replied.
"Now, come on. Let's go find our husbands," Visenya urged on. Rhaenys eagerly followed her.
"And now, Raventree Hall and the Blackwoods are now safe!" Chrass Rivers toasted with his cup of ale, which the northmen responded with a cheer of their own.
The bards played music while the heads of the various houses of the riverlands that remained loyal to the dragons, of which there were so few, sat alongside the northmen and Valyrians in mutual celebration. With the lifting of the siege of Raventree Hall, food began to pour in from the northmen and the other regions still in the control of the dragons and merry spirits reentered the great hall, if only for a while.
As he was still a king, Torrhen Stark sat at the head table, but Aegon, Rhaenys, Jaenyx, and Visenya were all presented equally alongside him. But not for long. The circumstances that would dictate the North's relationship with the Valyrians after their future coronation would be discussed at another time, but for now, they would use this occasion to celebrate a great victory.
"I wonder how long it would be before I carry the child that would consummate the pact?" Jocelyn Reed spoke to Rhaenys.
"Hopefully soon, Queen Jocelyn," she addressed the Queen in the North respectfully, as she still held her title. "Best we get the pact confirmed as soon as possible. After all, our alliance depends on it."
"Indeed," Jocelyn agreed. "But I have concerns. As this is an arranged marriage, I wonder if my child will have true affections for yours. We both know that arranged unions do not have the most success."
Rhaenys understood her. "I see your point. But I believe we should have nothing to worry about."
"What is that, Lady Rhaenys?"
Rhaenys pointed gestured to Visenya and Jaenyx. "They were arranged, as my father only allowed my good-brother to settle on Dragonstone after married Visenya. However, they grew to love each other and they now have a child on the way, just like with me."
"But they're only one couple," Jocelyn pointed out.
"And I'll let you in on a secret," Rhaenys sat closer to her. "From what I hear, Orys Baratheon and Argella Durrandon have developed affection for each other despite what had happened."
Jocelyn looked impressed. "That's amazing, considering what Lord Orys did to Argella's father."
"Exactly," Rhaenys nodded. "So, there are unions that have been arranged that also ended up causing happiness. But considering that our children have magic in their blood, I'm sure that whatever love that develops between them will be… magical. After all, dragons are passionate and I'm sure the same could be said of wolves."
Jocelyn chuckled. "You have no idea how right you sound."
Rhaenys was surprised at that revelation. "You mean… King Torrhen is—"
Jocelyn bobbed his head. "Yes, yes. And please don't ask the details. He doesn't like it when people outside of family know of his intimate life."
"But we are going to be family soon, considering the children that we'll carry in our wombs," Rhaenys pointed back.
"How about we can discuss this in more… private settings?"
"Agreed," Rhaenys smiled.
The feast had more dishes served and more music playing before all had to retire for the night. As Jaenyx and Visenya and Torrhen and Jocelyn retired to their personal chambers, Rhaenys kept Aegon close as they walked towards theirs.
She closed the door quickly behind them. Before he could speak, she grabbed his head and pulled him into a long kiss. We can talk later.
Immediately, Rhaenys put her hands down his smallclothes and felt him already become hard for her. A smile crossed her face. He's been wanting to do this also.
In response, Aegon grabbed her ass and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around him, pushing down his trousers with her feet, and pulled them both down to the bed. He ran his hands up her legs and she looked down at him with pure lust. He licked up her thighs and began licking her cunt. Rhaenys moaned at his touch. He always loved to do this, but right now she needed him. She grabbed his hair and looked at him with the stormiest look.
"Just get inside me," Rhaenys said with all the love, lust and frustration she could exude. Been too long since we coupled.
Aegon quickly removed the last bit of his garments and climbed on top of her. Unhappy with her position, he grabbed her ass and pushed her up the bed. He put one of her legs on his shoulder and held her arms against the bed. Looking in his eyes, Rhaenys knew that the dragon in him had been released. The dragon has awakened.
Aegon entered her and released a hard grunt. She moaned and felt so full with his cock inside her. He began to fuck her hard against the bed. She moaned so loud that she was sure that others in their chambers could hear them, but she could care less.
He released her hands and grabbed the headboard, fucking her harder against the bed. She felt so hot as she ran her hands up his strong abdominals.
When she was close, Rhaenys moved her legs to wrap around his waist and she felt her breasts rub against his chest with every thrust. It became difficult for her to keep her violet eyes on her husband's.
She began to lose control of herself now. When she felt his cock twitch inside her, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and waves of pleasure rolled through her body as his seed squirted and coated her walls. Her mind went blank for a moment before she came to her senses. She felt Aegon on top of her, his strong, large form on top of her graceful form. He had one of his hands in her hair and another on her ass, both adding to the pleasure she was now feeling. She felt the strength of his grip and she knew she would have bruises on her white skin forming in the morning.
He moved to pull the covers around them and he wrapped his arms around her. She positioned herself to lay on him with her head on his chest while she felt his hand rub her belly, where their child was.
Had circumstances been different, she might have took the chance to marry him years ago when they first knew that they had feelings for each other. At the time, their father wanted Aegon to marry Visenya and would only consent to their own marriage after the first one. But the gods were good, as they allowed Visenya to be happy with her own man while Aegon and Rhaenys could enjoy their own happiness. What did we do to deserve this?
And now, the gods deemed them fit for another gift, the gift of children. No one who knew Aerion and Valaena well could deny that they loved their children, and it was that love that Rhaenys wanted to pass onto her own. She had every confidence that Visenya would also be a good mother, and she a good aunt.
But with the revelations from Brandon Snow, they now had to fight harder for their happiness. Being rulers meant more responsibilities and more attention devoted to ensure that their rule was good and peaceful, if they even knew how to do that. Aegon and Rhaenys might have learned how to manage Dragonstone, but the Seven Kingdoms? That itself was a daunting task and Rhaenys had a lot of worries, especially for her children, since they would become princes and princesses. They could be compelled into making decisions that run against their conscience. Is that what royalty is?
But those were concerns to be addressed at another time. Righ now, Rhaenys curled into her lord husband and future king.
"Tell me that you did not enjoy that," she challenged him.
"You know that's not true," Aegon answered.
She chuckled briefly and brought her hand to his face while her husband smiled at her.
"What troubles you, Rhae?" he asked, seeing the worry in her eyes.
"What if we're not prepared to be rulers?" Rhaenys decided to let her husband know.
Aegon nodded in understanding. "I've been having the same thoughts too. But if the gods are good, they will show us the way."
"But we've been content so far," Rhaenys responded. "What if… a crown ruins that?"
Aegon ran his hand through her hair. "We have each other and we know to trust each other on everything important. And we can protect each other also. You were great today on the bow. We're dragons, so we should not let such small worries get us down."
Damn it, Egg. He always knew what to say to calm his wife.
Rhaenys pulled him closer. "My husband has been busy for several weeks and has forsaken his duty," she said before she kissed him. She turned and got on her hands and knees. "Now take me again," she ordered lustfully.
"So soon?" Aegon laughed before positioning himself behind her.
"Doesn't it make you excited?" she asked, exposing her ass to his waiting cock. "To know that others can only wish to have what we enjoy now?"
Aegon kissed the place between her shoulders before she spread her legs on the bed. Aegon looked at her beautiful cunt, which was already wet for him. Inserting himself such eagerness, they went at a fast pace. And Rhaenys was sure that people would talk of their coupling in the next day.
If they ask, I will them that I mounted him and took him for a ride, and that we rode each other all night.