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The Dragon and The Raven Chapter 9 (Seasmoke)

Chapter Summary: Aemma discovers her mother is letting Dragonseeds start claiming dragons. She and Benjicot fly to Dragonstone. If someone is going to claim her father's dragon, she should try to see the person she thinks is worthy of Seasmoke. As they go to witness the people, Seasmoke decides to surprise them all.

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Tags: NSFW words, mentions of potential miscarriage.

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Aemma and Benji’s relationship slowly started to heal after their fight. Aemma always took the time to assure her husband of how attractive and loving he was towards her. Of course, Benjicot also took the initiative to reciprocate those actions. He missed her so much from their time separate. Every day, he would wake her with a kiss on her brow before getting ready for the day. Per the healer's orders, he would allow the princess to sleep in to ensure the princess would get enough rest to help their babe. 

Aemma was finally introduced to Kermit and Oscar Tully. The Tully brothers were awed by meeting the princess; words that described her beauty were unmatched by the real picture. As they expressed loyalty to her mother, Aemma noticed how the two young men tried but kept failing to ogle her. Benji also saw this, sending a glare to his friends, causing the boys to flush, stammer, apologize, and quickly leave. No one wanted to be the cause of Benjicot’s ire. 

“They are your friends, Ben,” whispered Aemma as she tried to console her husband. 

“Which is worse because they know I do not like it,” stated Benjicot, growing to hate how easily it was for him to get jealous. He knew his wife was gorgeous, and men would always stare, but that never meant he had to like it. 

Aemma sighed, knowing his feelings were valid, “Yes, in your defense, they probably should know better, but in their defense, they have no chance. Why would I want the attention of some other man when I have yours? Why should I care for another person’s attention when you provide all the attention I want? I carry your babe, not theirs, and you are the only one who makes my body and soul burn for you.” 

Feeling devious, she walked closer to her husband, pressing her body to him and whispering to his ear, “You are the only man who can make my thighs ache and wet for your cock. You are the only man who can satisfy a dragon, making her scream and shout your name. This whole camp knows my body belongs to you. Even now, my body wishes you would take me..” 

Aemma gasped as Benji's hungry kiss cut her off. As he raised her in his arms, he walked back into their tent, wishing to show the princess how much her pretty words had affected him. Aemma giggled and sighed, feeling his kisses on her neck; oh, how much she missed this. 

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As Benjicot left a satisfied princess sleeping, he walked towards the training ground, where he found Cregan Stark and his Aunt dueling. Benjicot could not help but notice how much time the two were spending together, wondering if he soon would have to speak with Lord Stark about doweries, knowing that he was technically in charge of any potential marriage regarding his aunt. As the pair noticed the young lord, they stopped and walked towards him. Aly asked for Aemma, to which Benjicot said the princess was sleeping. Aly nodded, stating that she would bathe before checking on her. Aly became very overprotective of the princess since their fight. 

As both men watched Aly Blackwood leave, Cregan glanced at Benjicot. 

“How is Aemma truly?” pondered Cregan as he began to polish his sword, not once removing his eyes from Benjicot. 

“She is getting better; her illness is finally relieved from her. Thank the gods,” stated Benji, feeling slightly nervous after seeing the piercing gaze the Wolf Lord gave to the lord of Raventree Hall.

Cregan nodded, “That’s good; she was looking a little frail, which worried me…” Cregan notices the slight frown on Benjicot’s face. 

He sighed. Hearing from Aly that Benjicot tended to be easily jealous, he needed to clarify before the lad thought anything. 

“I love Aemma as a sister. Jace and she endeared themselves to me when they went to the north, and they often reminded me of my own siblings. Seeing someone so fierce and happy as Aemma to be knocked down over a sudden illness just worried me. She barely had enough time to mourn Prince Lucerys, who I know was close to Aemma; I felt everything was going too fast. Nevertheless, I vouched for you when Jace was adamant not to accept you, so I was worried the “illness” was just an excuse and you two were having troubles.” explained Cregan Stark, trying to see any cracks in Benjicot’s face, but the young lord had a good poker face. 

In reality, on the inside, Benji wanted to scream, his guilt returning to him with the troubles he and Aemma were going through.  Benjicot pondered if he should tell Stark what happened or not. After a while, he decided to give some information, knowing the Stark lord would appreciate it. 

“In truth, we just found out that Aemma is expecting, but many of the foods have so far not sat well with her, so she was feeling frail, which caused more worry once the healer stated that Aemma was at risk of losing the babe. She felt she was failing at her duty, which I had to assure her she was not. Another babe can come if the gods wish to bless us, but the gods can’t give us another Aemma Velayron.” explained Benjioct, staring up at the sky and seeing two dragons dancing in the air, Caraxes and Sliverwing. 

Cregan exhaled as he stood clasping Benji’s arms and clapping him on the back, “Congratulations, but truly, are she and the babe doing better?” 

Benjicot slightly smiled, “Yes, with each day, both are getting stronger, but the healer has asked us not to share anything until her fourth moon, just to be sure. So Please, only you and my aunt know outside of Aemma and me; please don’t share the news until we feel ready.” asked Benjicot, feeling more at ease. 

Cregan nodded, overjoyed that this surrogate sister was having a baby. After dealing with their house losses, Houses Targaryen and Blackwood were receiving a new life. 

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As Aly reached the tent, she was met by a few handmaidens running through it, preparing the princess for the rest of the day. Noticing one holding a letter, Aly went to her, asking if she wanted to give it to the princess, as the maiden nodded and left. Aemma saw Aly and grinned at her, finding how much they enjoyed each other’s company. 

“May I ask the princess what tired her out in the middle of the day to warrant a nap? Hmm?” teased Alysanne, grinning more as she saw Aemma blush and turned away. 

“All I will say is your nephew, and that should be enough,” Aemma said as her handmaiden giggled, finishing putting the princess together. 

Alyssane rolled her eyes but was secretly glad to hear that Ben and Aemma were coming back together like before the whole Aegon debacle. 

While waiting for the last Handmaiden to leave, Aly went to Aemma, looking at the girl leave and placing a hand on the princess’s ever-growing stomach. “How are you both dwelling today?” she whispered. 

Aemma smiled, placing her hand on Aly, “We are doing well. I don’t get as sick anymore, but I crave lemon cakes. But I don’t want to make it too obvious by asking for them. Those were the tall-tale signs in my mother’s pregnancies.” stated Aemma, flushing in embarrassment as Alyssane laughed. 

“Just let me know; Ben and I will sneak all the lemon cakes our princess commands us to take.” 

Aemma laughed, hitting Aly on her shoulder playfully. She was glad to make a friend. Moving to Raventree Hall after the war would be easier. 

Before Aly forgot, she handed Aemma the letter she held in her other hand. Aemma opened the letter, reading that her father wished for her and Benji to speak with him. Frowning, she asked Aly if she could do the favor and asked Benji to meet her at the hall in Harrenhal. Aly worried and asked if everything was fine, but Aemma shrugged, not knowing what her father wanted. 

As Aemma and Benjicot entered, they saw her father sitting at the table, drinking wine and looking at papers before him. Looking up, he saw his daughter and good-son walking hand in hand, better than a few weeks ago when they would barely touch each other. 

“Good afternoon, Kepa . Has something happened? Is mother well?” Aemma questioned her father. 

“Good afternoon, My Sea Dragon, has your ailment finally felt you …hmm?” raised a brow the Rouge Prince, seeing both freeze for a second before relaxing. 

“Yes, it was just the food that wasn’t sitting with me quite right, and with the worries of grandmother, I fear it was all too much too quickly,” smoothly lied Aemma. Her father had no right to judge the events that transpired in her marriage, not when he had his own problems with her mother. 

“You did not answer my second question. Is everything alright in Dragonstone?” pondered Aemma. 

“I received two letters from Dragonstone. Your mother has found a few Dragonseeds willing to claim any unmounted dragons on Dragomount… She only wanted to notify us to keep it looped, but… Your brother Jacaerys sent one as well. He is urging you to come to Dragonstone.” Explained Daemon, seeing Aemma’s face scrunched with confusion. 

“Why does Jace want me back home… I’m sure he could handle the situation regarding the dragon seeds. What could worry him about them and the drag-” Then Aemma paled as she quietly gasped. 

Hearing his wife, Benji quickly turned and steadied her, growing worried, looking back at Daemon. 

Daemon turned to Benji and nodded at the boy, a silent thank you for being there for her. 

“That is why I am asking about your ailment… do you think you are strong enough to ride with your husband to Dragonstone? Jace is asking for you to come, per the chance one of them tries to claim Seasmoke, Leanor’s dragon, that you be there…” explained Daemon, seeing tears pool into Aemma’s eyes. Leanor's disappearance left a hole in Aemma, and knowing someone might take her father’s mount made it seem fair for Aemma to say goodbye to the dragon should it happen. 

Aemma nodded as she left to prepare Sliverwing for the journey. As Benjicot was following when Daemon called out to him. 

“You are going to see another side to my daughter in Dragonstone; Aemma was always known as the kind princess like her grandmother, Queen Aemma, but as I said, dragons are overprotective of things they love. She will be very hostile to any of the people who will try to claim Seasmoke… try to stop her from setting one of them on fire,” stated Daemon as he quietly laughed at his joke. 

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As Aemma and Benjicot arrived, Rhaenyra was shocked to see her daughter’s new appearance. She looked drastically different from when she last saw her; she was practically glowing. She narrowed her eyes… could she… turning to Rhaenys, who glanced and nodded. 

“My pearl, seeing you and your husband away from Harrenhal is a surprise. Is there anything I need to know?” asked Rhaenyra, smiling at her daughter but then frowning at her daughter's hardened look. 

“If you are going to give out dragons so easily, then I think your second eldest should be here to see what kind of people are willing to risk themselves getting killed for a dragon,” stated Aemma as she stared down the people near her mother, all who quickly turned away from the princess’s gaze. 

Aemma's eyes narrowed, and she saw two young men with dark skin, white hair, and brown eyes. She then turned to her grandparents, who would not see her eyes. Benjicot looked at his wife with a smile; Daemon’s statement seemed correct. Rhaenyra sighed as she quickly glared at Jacaerys, looking too smug to see his sister here. Of course, her two eldest children would always team up against their parents when they didn’t get their way. 

“Aemma, my sweet, we need allies, and we have many dragons who are unclaimed; you did not need to come all the way here-” 

“I do when you are planning to give away my father’s dragon! ” quickly replied Aemma, her eyes ignited with fury. Bennji tried to calm her, pressing her back to him and whispering sweet words. Aemma closed her eyes and sighed, letting her husband comfort her. Rhaenyra sent a grateful smile to her good-son, relieved to see them so close again. 

“ I think that Jace and I deserve to see who might claim him… please Mother, grant me this..” pleaded Aemma. 

Rhaenyra nodded, “Alright, we were planning to go in an hour, but if you feel tired..” 

“No, just let my husband and I place our things in my room, and we will meet you in Dragonmount. Jace, help me,” commanded Aemma as she left the room, Benjicot and Jace following her. 

As everyone watched the dragon princess leave, they stared in awe; there they saw was the actual presence of a dragon. 

As the large party arrived in Dragonmount, many dragons seemed to know what would transpire, each leaving their caves, flying in the air, and landing. Almost like they were exhibiting their finest qualities, waiting for someone to try and claim them. A few tried and were chased away, or some tragically passed to claim a dragon. As everything was happening, Aemma stared at Seasmoke, her father’s dragon, who was restless and crying. Aemma’s heart ached. She, too, missed Leanor as much as Seasmoke did, wishing there was a world where Aemma could have had both Leanor and Daemon co-existing and being her fathers. She was selfish, yes, she knew, but she was only human. Benjicot turned his gaze to where his wife was staring, taking a break from the intense setting of people dying and getting maimed in trying to claim a dragon. He was not afraid or disgusted but instead getting bored. 

“Was that your father’s dragon?” asked Benji, noting his wife nodding. 

“Yes, He and I would take Seasmoke and Sliverwing out together. People called us the fog of Dragonstone because of how much we flew together,” explained Aemma as she reminisced about her father. 

Aemma smiled, seeing Seasmoke land nearby, chirping and recognizing the princess. Her excellent mood, although quickly soured when she saw Addam of Hull come… she could care less if he was her grandsire’s bastard; she only cared that he seemed to think of himself worthy of her father’s dragon. Turning sharply at her grandmother, Rhaenys only grimaced and nodded to Aemma, letting her know she was allowing it to happen, making Aemma's nose flared in anger. Benji noticed and pressed her tighter body to him. 

“Calm, sweet girl, don’t stress yourself; it's not good for you and the babe,” whispered Benji as he stared at Addam, trying to pet Seasmoke. 

Seasmoke stared at the young lad, sniffing his scent before the dragon roared angrily, nearly biting the man’s hand off. Addam fell to the ground as everyone gasped in shock. Seasmoke became angrier with the presence near him. Aemma, gasping, not thinking clearly, ran off, trying to calm the dragon. She knew running to a dragon that was not hers was foolish. Rhaenyra gasped, shouting for Aemma to step back. Hearing the shouts from the queen, Benji ran to his wife, capturing her arm as he roughly pulled her back to him; he was not risking losing her. Seasmoke ran towards them and screamed at their faces, causing the two to flinch and close their eyes. Sliverwing, hearing the commotion, landed behind her rider, screeching back at the younger dragon to back off. Everyone was tense, not wanting for the two dragons to fight. They became more nervous when they heard Vermithor growling, not liking his mate so near a male dragon. After a long beat, Seasmoke lowered his head in submission, recognizing Sliverwing and her rider before gazing at Aemma. Aemma stares back at him before shakily raising her hand to him. 

“ Lyikri , Seasmoke, do you remember me?” whispered Aemma as she soothed the male dragon. 

Seasmoke moved his head to the side, staring at the princess, almost looking like he did remember her. Moving slowly closer, he began to sniff her, and then Benjicot, a scent near them, was calling to him. Then he moved lower towards her stomach; he sniffed her stomach. This made Aemma gasp as she and Benji touched her stomach.  Seasmoke then started chirping, nuzzling her stomach, laying in front of her, and continuing to chirp and nuzzle. Everyone who was not Aemma looked at the grey dragon in confusion before Rhaenyra and Rhaenys gasped, both remembering how Syrax and Meleys reacted to their own pregnancies in the past. Rhaenys allowed her tears to flow; it seemed Leanor wanted his future grandchild to have his dragon. 

Rhaenyra smiled, turning to the confused audience, “Seasmoke is no longer available to be claimed.” 

Alynn, confused, turned to the dragon queen and asked, “But I thought one rider was not allowed to have more than one dragon?” 

Addam nodded in agreement, feeling that he was being robbed of a chance to prove himself to Colrys Velayron. 

Rhaenyra smiled, “That’s true. Never has a rider claimed two dragons from what we know, and Aemma is not different, for it wasn’t Princess Aemma who claimed Seassmoke… but the babe in her stomach.’ she explained, tears falling as she stared at her daughter. 

Everyone turned to the princess and her lord husband, trying to see a bump. Corlys could see a slight bump as he grew overjoyed; he was to be a great-grandsire! 

Aemma and Benjicot froze; they weren’t planning on telling anyone yet… but it seemed the gods were not letting them have control over that. Seasmoke was letting them know he had claimed their child. Benji stared at the dragon and then caressed his wife’s slight swelling. His child seemed to be a future dragon rider, a first for House Blackwood.

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Baela suddenly stanning Rhaenyra is pissing me off. She’s known her for like 3 months at most at this point, her last encounter prior to that (that we saw) is Rhaenyra drinking her father’s blood before hee mother or uncle’s bodies were even cold.

Baela left as soon as possible but they separated her from her twin sister, Rhaena was basically a hostage, a tool to use to keep the Velaryons in line.

They’re finally back together and then they’re separated again, mourning alone. Rhaena is alone as she’s been for the past 6 years, surrounded by Rhaenyra’s kin and never treated quite like family (“my sons”, not “your brothers”)

We have her expressing resentment and hatred towards Daemon, but she admires this woman she just met so much who a child would view as taking her mother’s place? Plus she’s been raised by her Grandmother who thinks Rhaenyra and Daemon killed her son, the family she’s been raised with and shown love by- the Velaryons all think this.

Where is anger?? Where is resentment??? Where is pushback? Where is distrust??Another one of your family members has died for Rhaenyra (I’m not ignoring Dragon lore to boost Rhaenyra, Laenor died somewhere in Essos, that’s why Seasmoke is restless and sad)

Rhaenys death amounts to nothing, Corlys didn’t even scream “It should’ve been you”

As usual they fail at giving team black any angst or drama. Everything is solved within the episode with several Danny Tanner speeches.

They’re given a moment where they could deliver a powerful contrasting scene of these mothers with their first born sons. Show that Rhaenyra can be hard on her sons, while Alicent can be soft with a child that isn’t Helaena.

Alicent, keeping vigil over Aegon. We finally have Alicent in a tender moment with her son. The “Mummy” at the end…

Over on team black, we finally have Jace acting like he’s got blood and bones, they have the opportunity for him to finally get mad and yell at Rhaenyra over all of the secrets she’s keeping from him. He’s a man now and she’s still treating him like a child. Even though Jace is not really wrong, Rhaenyra has a chance to discipline her son. To remind him who is mother and who is the Queen in a role reversal of her and Alicent. Show Rhaenyra as hard on her sons for once and Alicent as soft with a child who isn’t named Helaena.

But Jace and Rhaenyra’s argument died like a lit candle in Harrenhal.

You’re so right Anon, Baela feels so neutered. She’s just ‘UwU Jacey poo don’t disobey Rhaenyra, but I’ll back you up’ I want her to be itching to go to battle like Rhaenys but also be held back because Corlys sees her as his heir and her dragon is still young.

Also her saying she sees dying by dragon fire as a noble death just feels like more build up for Rhaenyra’s death being this heroic thing.

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16 XOXOXO

16. “Are you jealous?”

A/N: Again, this got away from me and turned from fluff to smut. I hope you enjoy, @aellyon-targaryen , only the best for my ship mates.

The mood of the evening was celebratory, but Rhaenyra could not feel any joy. She had not chosen to marry Laenor Velaryon. She cared not for his proclivities. He was a good and honorable man and would make a fine husband, but the idea of spending her life with him bored her senseless.

Even as he sat beside her at the long feast table telling her of his time in the Stepstones and his flights with Seasmoke, she found herself holding back a yawn.

The doors of the grand hall opened, and Daemon sauntered in. Her father’s Kingsguard drew their swords, but Viserys said, “Bring another chair. It is a joyous occasion. Family should be together on a night such as this.” Her raised his goblet in a salute to the Velaryons, and smiled slightly at his brother.

Rhaenyra felt Daemon’s eyes on her. She did not, however, meet his gaze. He had left her in the pleasure house alone and wanting. She still had not forgiven him for it. An idea entered her mind. “Laenor, would you care to put on a show this evening?”

Laenor looked taken aback. “I do not have the pleasure of understanding you, Princess,” he said, his voice low.

Rhaenyra explained her plan and watched the corners of Laenor’s mouth turn up. “It is nothing that he does not deserve, Princess. I shall be happy to assist you. And Joffrey, I am sure, will help as well.”

“Excellent,” Rhaenyra said, and then she kissed Laenor chastely on the mouth.

Some of the guests have indulgent shouts of approval. It was a wedding celebration after all.

Rhaenyra looked in Daemon’s direction, taking Laenor’s hand as she did.

Daemon was gripping the table, his knuckles turning white. His other hand fidgeted with his knife. Rhaenyra grinned. Perhaps the evening would not be so dull after all.

***

Rhaenyra Targaryen would be the death of him. That is if he did not throttle her first. He watched her as she moved her way through the set of dances. The Velaryon pup took ever opportunity to caress Rhaenyra. He took her hand, kissed her cheek, brushed his hands lower than proper as they danced.

Rhaenyra’s coquettish laughter rang above the music. Perhaps the rumors were wrong. Laenor may not be a pillow biter after all.

The boy’s companion, Joffrey, was it, danced with Rhaenyra next.

Daemon rose from his seat and prowled the periphery of the dance floor, listening intently for snatches of Rhaenyra’s conversation. “You are truly the most beautiful woman in the realm. If I had any skill in combat, I might be tempted to challenge Ser Laenor for your hand, Princess.”

“Ser Joffrey, you flatter me. I am sure my future husband would not mind if I favored you with a kiss.” And then she brushed her lips across the young man’s cheek.

Daemon’s fingers curled into a fist. What in the seven hells was Rhaenyra playing at?

Daemon moved his way through the dancers until he was face to face with Rhaenyra. “Uncle, I did not expect your company,” Rhaenyra said, her violet eyes gleaming with mischief.

“It is my turn to dance with the princess,” Daemon told the knight.

Joffrey bowed. “Of course, my prince.”

“That was rude,” Rhaenyra commented as she continued the movements of the dance.

Daemon lifted her up as the dance demanded, but he did not remove his hands from her body once he set her back down. “Is this what you want?” Daemon asked her in High Valyrian.

“I was not under the impression that what I want mattered to you, Uncle. You made that quite clear before you returned to the Vale.”

“I did not leave by choice,” Daemon argued, taking her hand and drawing her away from the dancers. He led her to a curtained alcove, impatiently shoving her inside. She did not appear displeased by his forcefulness. Rather, she seemed amused by it.

“So my father was in the brothel that night? How strange. I do not recall seeing him.”

Daemon took her face in his hands, wanting to silence her impudent mouth. Instead, he took a slightly more rational approach. “Laenor Velaryon does not deserve you. He is not a true dragon. He will bore you senseless.”

Rhaenyra, much to his surprise, laughed and spoke in the common tongue. “Are you jealous?”

When he did not answer, Rhaenyra pulled away from him. “It is my wedding day, Uncle. I must return to my future husband.”

Daemon scowled as she retreated.

Very well, he thought. Two could play at this game.

Laena Velaryon was younger than Rhaenyra and not nearly as beautiful, but she would suit his purpose well enough.

Daemon approached her. “My lady, your beauty has cast a spell upon me. Will you honor me with a dance?”

One of Laena’s delicate brows rose as she took in his appearance. After a moment, she said, “I would be honored, my prince.”

Daemon kissed her hand before drawing her to his side and escorting her to the line of dancers. Rhaenyra was sharing the set with Ser Harwin Strong. She caught his gaze over the man’s shoulder and Daemon only smirked as he said loud enough for Rhaenyra to hear. “Lady Laena, your beauty rivals that of our Princess. I wonder if sailors who venture near Driftmark crash upon the rocks, drawn in by your siren’s spell.”

Laena blushed furiously. Out of the corner of his eye, Daemon saw Rhaenyra frown.

“My prince, you flatter me. I am nothing to our future queen, but you must come to Driftmark to see its beauties for yourself. My father would be honored to host a prince of the realm, I am sure.”

“Were I to visit your home, my lady, we would be shortly forced to wed. I have never claimed to be a saint.”

Laena blushed again, but did not seem displeased. Then Daemon did the unthinkable. He kissed her lips, and lingered ever so slightly.

There were several murmurs and gasps from those around him. Laena averted her gaze, embarrassed. “I must return to my lady mother,” Laena said, her voice timid. “I thank you for the dance, my prince.”

Laena hurried away to where her Princess Rhaenys stood with a group of ladies. Daemon supposed he was fortunate that Corlys had apparently missed Daemon’s improper advances. But they had served their purpose.

Rhaenyra was glowering at him and Daemon only bowed slightly in her direction before leaving the hall.

***

Rhaenyra was going to strangle Daemon for upstaging her at her own wedding party. The ladies were whispering behind their hands and tittering. Corlys Velaryon was conferring with her father, as Daemon had apparently vanished into thin air.

But Rhaenyra knew Daemon better than her father. And so she left her own wedding feast, demanding that Ser Erryk Cargyll accompany her to the dragon pit.

“Princess, your father will be angry,” Ser Erryk protested.

“He will be angrier yet if some harm befalls me. I am going to the dragon pit. You swore to protect my father and his family.”

To his credit, Ser Erryk knew when he was fighting a losing battle. “As you wish, Princess.”

When they reached the dragon pit they were greeted by two surprised dragon keepers. “Princess, Syrax is asleep.”

“That is no trouble. I will awaken her myself,” Rhaenyra said. She turned to Ser Erryk. “Stay with the dragon keepers. I do not wish to be disturbed.”

Just as Rhaenyra expected, Daemon sat, leaning against Caraxes. His eyes twinkling in the torchlight.

“Ah, Princess, I did not imagine you would grace me with your presence. Surely you will be missed back at the Red Keep. The Velaryons would not thank you for abandoning their son, your beloved future husband.”

“And what of your offenses Daemon?” Rhaenyra demanded, closing the distance between them and ignoring Caraxes when he growled.

“You kissed the Lady Laena in the middle of my wedding feast. Everyone is talking about it. Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys are demanding punishment for your offense.”

“The Sea Snake and Princess Rhaenys can hang,” Daemon said, his tone casual.

“And what of your offenses against me, Daemon?” Rhaenyra demanded.

“You started it, Princess,” Daemon said with a smirk. “If I did not know any better I would think you were jealous.”

Rhaenyra was tempted to strike him. “You are the most infuriating man in the realm,” she cried. Her voice awakened Syrax, who slept in the stall beside Caraxes.

“Why did you come, Princess?” Daemon asked, “If I am so infuriating?”

Rhaenyra scowled at him, eyes blazing. Why had she come? She was to wed another man this very evening. Daemon would never be hers. And yet. . . she wanted him.

“Well?” Daemon asked.

And without thinking, Rhaenyra seized his doublet and pulled him to her, kissing his impudent, infuriating mouth and finally silencing him.

It was better than their kisses in the brothel. He kissed he back with an unrestrained fervor and she pressed herself against his lean, muscular body, forcing him to stumble back against the stone wall of the dragon pit.

His hands caressed her curves, one cupping her breast, the other splayed across her bottom. He soon began peppering her neck with kisses. Rhaenyra moaned with satisfaction and pressed her hips against his, reveling in the thrill of sensation when she felt him, hard against her thigh.

Rhaenyra started ripping at his clothing, forcing it aside and baring his neck and shoulders to her greedy eyes. He was beautiful, and she wanted him with a passion she did not understand.

Deft fingers undid the laces of her gown until she was equally bare. A thumb tweaked her nipple and she moaned again, encouraging Daemon’s attentions.

“Beautiful,” Daemon said in High Valyrian as he began to worship her breasts with his deft fingers and lips.

Rhaenyra sank to her knees, pressing them against the scratchy straw that covered the stone floor. Daemon clung to her, continuing his efforts. One hand wandered to the juncture between her thighs and he began to stroke her. She keened with pleasure and Daemon stifled the sounds of her rapture with kisses.

Before too long, she was writing beneath him, her bare back pressing into the cold floor. Caraxes, sensing his rider’s pleasure, had moved away, curling himself into the corner.

“Take me as your wife, Daemon,” Rhaenyra demanded. “Your marriage was recently dissolved. I see no need to take a Velaryon husband.”

Daemon looked down at her, his attentions ceasing and leaving her dreadfully frustrated.

“You are not serious,” Daemon said.

“I want to be yours. Damn my father and anyone else who would oppose the match. I will be the queen one day, and you will be my consort. Now, obey your queen, and make me yours.”

“As my queen commands,” Daemon said, settling himself between her thighs. With one powerful thrust, he was buried inside her to the hilt. She cried out his name and their dragons roared their satisfaction.

Soon, she was drowning in a sea of sensation as Daemon moved within her. Her pleasure was building, and she wrapped her legs tightly around his hips as she rode the wave of her climax. Daemon tumbled over the edge soon after, spurting his release deep inside her. If the gods favored them, she would soon be carrying a little prince or princess.

Daemon kissed her soundly. “I want to wed you in the tradition of our house,” he said. “Your father denied my request.”

“Then let us go to Dragonstone. Maester Gerardys will happily oblige.”

Rhaenyra pulled her dress on again and helped Daemon with his clothing, which had been tossed carelessly away.

They called for the dragon keepers to saddle Syrax and Caraxes.

Later, the Rogue Prince and the Realm’s Delight flew off into the night, their hearts joined, and reveled in their glorious escape.

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