A Talk Between Ladies
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~~~(POV: Daenerys Targaryen)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 16 Years)~~~
~~~(Location: Patio, Highgarden, The Reach, Westeros)~~~
~~~(Date: 300 AC)~~~
The gentle morning breeze blows through the patio overlooking The Mander. At the moment, I'm watching Raevor and Rhaenys flying around in the sky. Enjoying the freedom that comes with flying. Rae is speaking with Loras and Mace.
They're discussing a strategy for when Tywins forces are within a day's range. As much as I want to get my mind off what's eating at it, I can't. Margaery is coming back to Essos with us. It's been decided. Meaning she'll always be around.
My undeserved anger and hate toward the young Lady of House Tyrell will be a problem. My hand slowly circles around my belly and the life growing there.
Many would and will question why I have such feelings. But any woman in love with a man knows the feeling. The thought of the two of them together... Touching... Fucking... It drives a sense of indescribable chaos. Like you feel less valuable.
"Mind if I join you?"
Speaking of Lady Margaery, the smooth voice of the girl comes from behind me. I turn, and she her waiting with a tiny smile. I'll have to be around her all the time, and learning to communicate with her is required of me.
A single nod of my head is enough permission for her to come and stand next to me. Looking over the patio's end and out toward The Mander.
"I'm sorry."
That's the last thing I expected to hear from her. Her eyes turn to me, and I see something akin to sincerity. A sigh escapes my lips, and I take a seat in a chair, placing my hands on my growing stomach. It's not large yet, but I'm showing.
She sits down across from me and looks to be tired. I doubt the conversation to convince her father and grandmother to come to Essos with Rae was hard. As much as I dislike her, there are many traits about her you should admire.
"The politics of Westeros are something Rae and I must get used to. In Essos, we can do what we want. No politics are necessary. But everyone loves us there, and I can't say the same here. How many times have you been betrothed, Margaery?"
From what Ellaria told me, Margaery was betrothed to Renly at one point. Not that it mattered since Loras was the Tyrell that had his heart and attention.
There is a disappointment in the features of Margaery. A long sigh escapes from her lips, and I can tell there is an annoyance laced with the sigh. An annoyance attached to Renly himself. He was a powerful Lord, and his death at the hands of Stannis is a marked point in the war.
House Tyrell seems to have bad luck when it comes to finding matches for Margaery. And since Loras is a knight and sword-swallower, it's not like he can marry a woman.
"Renly was many things. Most of them were incompetent actions regarding the simplest of ruling obligations and procedures. Despite that, he was a good person and man. I pity the life he had. Such unfulfillment."
Truer words haven't come from Margaerys mouth since I've known her. The party in Rae and I's nameday was a standout moment for Margaery and me. It's where I first entertained the idea of sharing Rae. As much as I don't want to.
Now we're here, and that's led to her coming to Essos with Rae and me when all our work with House Tyrell is finished.
"May I ask you something, Queen Daenerys?"
I don't suppose I have a choice. My silence is taken as permission. I'll be the first to admit Margaery is beautiful, but there is beauty. And then Valyrian beauty.
"What is it I did that has offended you so? Never in my life has someone hated me without having a simple talk. It makes me think there are things wrong with me I'm not aware of. I have flaws, yes. But you make it seem I'm the incarnation of evil, sometimes."
A conversation I don't want to have. But since we're having this moment of honesty, I might as well be candid. It's not like it'll lead to any issues that don't already exist between us.
"Because Rae is mine. He's been mine since we were born. We shared our mother's womb and have been connected ever since."
Many believe the incest that Rae and I engage in to be evil and sinful. But that's how our House and heritage have always survived. Nothing is going to change the way I feel about my brother.
"The thought of a stranger coming between us... It infuriates me. You've never loved a man to the point that you'd hate someone for threatening to get in between you and him."
There is nothing but silence from the girl across from me. To be fair, I'm a year younger than her. But I'm already a mother of two and a Queen. So calling her a girl is a fair trade.
"When you put it like that, it's a little easier to see. I know Raenon will never love me as he does you... Or maybe at all... But I don't want to be enemies with you, Daenerys... I want to be friends... Do you think that's possible?"
The girl is good with words and even more so at winning people over. It's too soon to say we'll be friends, but I do know that I can't hate her for the rest of my life. That's a waste of time and energy. Not to mention extremely petty.
"Perhaps, but I want you to know that Rae and I aren't done having children. Most nights, we share with each other. If you're to be involved with him, you must be ready to occupy a bed of three."
The idea of partaking in Rae with Margaery present doesn't make me feel any better about this. But I want to see how far she's willing to go. For her unwillingness to join a bed with Rae and I will seal the fate of any children between Margaery and Rae.
The thoughtful expression on her features tells me she's seriously considering her words, which worries me slightly. A part of me was hoping she'd outright reject, but she's entertaining the idea.
"If it's my duty, then I will."
Seems that I'll have competition in the bedroom too. But I outclass her there, too. Rae and I already know our bodies. She has a lot to catch up on, and I won't make it easy on her. Not for one second. If she's serious about this, she must prove it to me.
"Fair warning, it won't be easy. If you want a piece of Rae during those nights, you'll have to earn it."
Since there is nothing I can do to change Margaery coming home with us, I should embrace parts of it.
"I'm not versed in the nightly arts. Still have my Maidenhead. But I'm a quick learner."
There is an amusing challenge in her voice. Sadly, there isn't a challenge when it comes to Rae and me. But she'll have what her family wants in the end. Just not the way they want it. Margaery will belong to the Targaryens.
No contact between Margaery and her House will be had. If she truly wishes to have our blood, she must not compromise our family.
Rae and I will not have another Dance Of Dragons.
~~~(POV: Margaery Tyrell)~~~
~~~(Current Age: 17 Years)~~~
~~~(Location: Patio, Highgarden, The Reach, Westeros)~~~
~~~(Date: 300 AC)~~~
Daenerys slowly stands up and makes her way toward the door leading to the nearest bathroom. Leaving myself alone on the patio. In the end, grandmother's plans won't work. But I can still accomplish mine.
"If I have to share with you, Daenerys. I will. The thought even excites me..."
No one is around to hear my admission. I don't mind the idea of fucking with Raenon and Daenerys. The beauty they both carry makes it hard to resist. I won't be in Westeros. I won't have to stand by the laws and traditions that stay here.
In time, I think I could fall in love with Raenon. And he with me. But I know it'll never be the way he feels about Daenerys. Knowing that allows me to see this for the big picture. That big picture is becoming a consort of Raenon.
That's a lot of power in itself, and the goal is power in the end.
"I wonder what they're like in bed..."
The thought can't help but blossom in my mind. They already have two children, meaning they're good enough to make a child. And from how attached Daenerys is to her brother tells me he's rather good at sex.
The same goes for how attached he is to Daenerys. I have much to learn from the two, but I look forward to it.
After all, I hear the process of making a child is one of the best things in the world.